#and maybe i'm the only one but i'm interested in the boy who was brave enough to step in when he thought his hero was in danger!!

[johnslittlespoon]

curtbuckbucky nightclub au .* :☆ﾟ. ☽

open for drabble/more pics! <3

alright, i've never done a proper 'intro' post for a fic/au i have in mind, but this one has been rotting in my brain for ages and i know there's no way i'm not gonna write something for it eventually so here goes, bear with me <3 made a lil edit (took me fucking hours to collect enough stock footage lmfao) to go along with it too >:)

a modern au where college student curt is a regular at a new–ish queer nightclub, showing up every friday night without fail to dance his heart out, his way of de–stressing at the end of every week and getting his pent up energy out. he's the prettiest little thing, dresses up so fun– some nights he throws on dresses or crop tops with skirts or short shorts when he's feeling it, other nights he goes for more of a relaxed baggy pants and flowy linen button up type of vibe– always with the same pair of scuffed up sneakers on for ease of dancing.

the bartenders and other regulars adore their bubbly little club bunny, always looking out for him, doting on him with free drinks and food. and even if some of them eye curt like he's dinner when he's out on the floor swaying his hips, eyes closed to fully lose himself in the music, the glitter on his eyelids and cheekbones catching the lights just right, curt's not there for any of that. he dances with people occasionally, he's confident and carefree and likes the attention and it makes him giggle when he catches newcomers staring, doesn't mind a wandering hand here and there, but he never goes home with anyone. the same routine, every friday, dancing until his dark waves are curling damp with sweat against his temples and his black eyeshadow is smudged and he leaves to make the walk back to the flat he shares with a few roomies.

enter john and gale, longterm boyfriends who sometimes like to go out clubbing and find someone pretty to bring home for a fun time, only an open relationship in that sense– they have no interest in actually dating other people, both adamant that it's no strings attached, too head over heels for each other to have eyes for anyone else anyway.

they decide to check out a club they haven't been to yet, usually sticking to the tried and true ones, but a couple of their friends recommend it, so they give it a go one friday night. they've barely sat down at the bar with their drinks when they see a boy who, john comments to gale, looks like the 'energizer bunny' (gets a snort out of curt when he tells him so in the future.) even once they're buzzed enough to head out onto the dance floor together, neither of them can take their eyes off of the bundle of energy, mesmerized.

they both know the other is equally enamoured with the boy, drinking up all the glitter and bouncy curls and blissed out smiles, already knowing they just have to have him– the prettiest thing they've ever seen. curt's confused when they approach him, because he's noticed them too, has been admiring from afar, but he's also noticed their hands and lips all over each other, dancing much too close and comfortably to not be a couple. but john purrs out "we just like to have a little fun every now and then sweetheart, don't you?"

and no, not really, he doesn't. usually a night of exhausting himself dancing is his idea of fun, not ever looking for anything else, not finding most guys worth his time. but john and gale sweet talk him just right, spend time actually getting to know him when he agrees to let them buy him a drink at the bar, and fuck, they're both the hottest things he's seen walk into the club in a long time, and they're giving him all their attention? he decides that maybe he'll be brave and flirt back. despite his confidence and lack of caring what other people think about him, he's so shy and easily flustered when someone he's actually into makes the moves on him, doesn't even know what to do with himself when he realizes he's blushing at their compliments and the combination of their heavy gazes on him.

obviously they all get each other worked up as the night goes on, and curt goes home with them and gets his world rocked, spoiled and pillow princess–ed and showered in praise, not at all what he expects hook–ups to be like after having only been with people he's been dating. he expects to walk back home after since they all live in the same vicinity of downtown, tries to ignore his wobbly legs when he finally crawls out of bed, gets dragged back down by gale for one last messy breathless makeout while john gets him an uber before curt can protest or offer to pay.

normally john and gale don't get the numbers of their one night stands, but they want to make sure he gets home safe, and they can both gauge how the other is feeling and they know they'll want to see him again if they're lucky enough for curt to say yes, so john puts his number into curt's phone and tells him "text when you're home safe, yeah? or, y'know, text whenever you want." and curt isn't sure if this is john saying they both want to see him again, because he's dense and shy and they made it clear beforehand that they're in a closed relationship, but next friday he texts to let them know he'll be at the club again, and john and gale tell him they'll be there, the three of them going home together for a second time that night, and they fall into a routine from then on.

curt gets giddy every friday, dolling himself up extra pretty for the two men, flushed at their attention every time and so thrilled to dress up for someone other than himself for once. he can already feel himself going all heart–eyes for them after the second or third time they hook up, but he knows where he stands, and he's having fun experimenting for the first time and having two experienced, sweet guys show him a good time every week, so he doesn't want to jeopardize that by getting his feelings involved.

little does he know that john and gale are falling head over heels too for this sweet energetic boy, loving how much he spices up their lives, both in the bedroom and out, realizing their flat feels so quiet now on the nights where they don't take curt home with them. so that leads to some serious conversations to see if they're on the same page about getting to know curt better, both of them learning how to navigate this new territory because neither of them expected to want to bring someone else into their world like this. they agree they'd like to take curt out on a cute date, during the daytime for once, to properly test the waters and see how curt feels– of course he slots into their lives perfectly, as if he's been there all along. <3

but along the way: lots of slow burn, miscommunication, endless filthy smut, curt trying to balance college and work and friends with his newfound feelings for john and gale, john and gale getting dragged to raves and festivals by their always adventurous bf, city night–life juxtaposed by early morning domesticity, etc etc.

this has been floating around in my head for a couple weeks since i got this vision of 2012–stalker–era barry with eyeshadow and glitter stuck in my brain and thus a whole universe/plot spawned from it. honestly would mostly be pwp, but would love to write a proper fic for it anyway eventually, each chapter littered with filth, obviously LOL. i have so many thoughts and so many little scenarios planned out in my head already... these three have me in a chokehold.

i need to make proper intro/drabble posts like these for my other aus too aghhh it just takes so longggg because i get carried away with the drabble and then i have to find the perfect clips for edits and the perfect pics to tie it all together and suddenly i've spent half a day on one post but. someday <3 leaving!bikeriders au next surely! thx for reading hope u enjoy this version of the boys and hopefully i'll have time to write it soon!

all posts about this au will be under #curtbuckbucky nightclub au :-)

[heartpilled]

my one secret (and very unlikely to happen) hope for all of the upcoming tim content is that somewhere in there we get a flashback or something of pre-robin tim. compared to how often we have dick and jason giving us glimpses into their early childhood this is something we’ve almost never had for tim, and i know the difference is that jack was alive for most of tim’s run as robin, but like. in 30 years i don’t think we’ve ever even seen tim interacting with his mother outside of like a dream he had one time. basically can we please please remember tim had a past i’m tired of tim fans having to dig deep for scraps of what his early life was like.

[immajustvibehere]

Amidst a Crashing World (1/5)

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader

summary: You had left the gang about a year ago. There were many reasons as to why, but that you had received a rather gruff rejection from the man you loved was definitely on that list. Now, Arthur appears in front of your little cabin with an interesting demand.

tags for this series: fluff, little bit of angst, no-tb-Arthur, literally your love redemption, maybe smut (but probably not), slow burn (but I mean how slow can a story really burn in five chapters?)

Link to my Masterlist

1600 words, less than 10 minutes reading time

It had been a year since you had last seen him. He was one of the reasons why you had decided to leave the gang. Because it had become unbearable to be around the man you had feelings for. The man you had confessed those feelings to and the man who had rejected you. It had been an uncomfortable moment, to say the least. Dutch had been talking about a bigger score for a while now and the mission had only been a few days away. You had approached Arthur who had been seated near a campfire with Hosea and Reverend, deep in a seemingly serious but one-sided conversation.

"May I talk to you for a moment?", you had pleaded. Your hands had been shaking. You had been aware: every score the boys went on held the possibility of never seeing them again. And you had felt brave that day. Brave enough to finally confess that you had feelings for this man. He was kind enough and caring towards you. He never was someone to express affection too openly so you hoped...that even if he did not feel entirely the same, he might be open to get to know you better and give you a chance.

"Sure", Arthur had grunted, a little groggily and stood up. You had walked a few steps away from Reverend and Hosea, just far enough to make give them the impression that this was supposed to be a private conversation. Quickly, but precisely and not without a certain shake in your voice, you let Arthur know that you liked him. More than the normal amount at least.

You peaked through your curtains to watch this very man dismount from his horse and caringly fix its reins next to the one of your horse, which was barely acknowledging the visitor.

For a moment, Arthur had just stared. Then he had shifted awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck with a warm but stifled chuckle escaping his throat.

"Yer joking, aren't ya?", he mumbled as he nervously peeked back to Hosea and Reverend, who hadn’t exactly given you attention during this ordeal. When Arthur had caught your dead-serious face and how you swallowed after he had said those words, he knew that you, in fact, hadn’t been joking.

"I- ehr...I don't see ya like that, I'm sorry", he had stumbled over his words. His voice hadn’t been upbeat or hopeful, not even apologetic or friendly. No, the longer you had turned those words over in your mind afterwards, you heard how bitter, how disappointed, and somewhat accusatory he sounded. He had turned around and had walked back to his log, shaking his head, chuckling coldly.

Arthur's hand plunged into his jacket, and he pulled out a wrinkly, yellowy paper that he unfolded. As he held the paper in one hand, a grin flitted across his face, before he took a breath and started loudly:

"I'm looking for the fierce, the ferocious....", Arthur stopped and plucked a ripe tomato from its stem. You had been growing this beautiful tomato plant right next to the gate that separated your garden from the path that travellers commonly used. But Arthur was the first one who had the audacity to help himself. Then he went on: "The downright awful degenerate y/n. Supposedly, she robbed a stagecoach and left the driver in a condition that left much to desire...She has fled to find refuge from her abhorrent, ginormous bounty of 15 proud dollars!"

Arthur had a shit-eating big grin on his face when you finally pushed the door to your little cabin open. He popped the tomato into his mouth, savouring the taste as he watched you step into the light and lean against the door frame.  

"That you?", Arthur asked indistinctly with his mouth full, quick to catch some tomato juice with his sleeve as it escaped the corner of his mouth. He held up the bounty poster that showed the most unflattering sketch of your features that you had ever seen.

"I look myself in the mirror quite often, but I've never seen this creature staring back", you joked as you nodded at the sketch. You were still unsure what his sudden appearance at your doorstep was supposed to mean.

Arthur shrugged and sarcastically answered: "I really think they did ya justice. Have you seen the pictures going round of me?"

You had. They weren't nearly as bad as the one he held up of you. But they did paint him more cruel than he looked right now. Honestly, knowing him better, all you can see is an actually soft man which might look big and scary when he swings his gun around, but now, as he took his hat off, he looked harmless. The afternoon sun nearly blinded him as he looked at you, but he deemed the gesture necessary to be polite, apparently.

"Yer trying to take me in for a 15 dollar bounty?", you asked and crossed your arms.

"Don't want'a sound rude but that's barely worth it...", Arthur smiled, "No I ehrm...was close by. A farmer down that way told me you was living here. I helped him fix a wheel on his waggon."

"Sure...", you mumbled suspiciously. There was no way you would have naturally come up in this conversation.

"'s been a while...", Arthur commented.

"Yeah. More than a year. Took me this long to figure out how it'd bear fruit", you pointed at the tomato plant Arthur had stolen from.

Shamelessly, he plugged another one and ate it, "They're good."

"I know", you sighed. You had given up and moved aside to let the man into your cabin.

It was a humble little place. Just big enough to fit a table, three chairs, a bed, a stove and a cupboard. Arthur noticed the rifle that leaned next to the bed, the few books that were scattered on the table and finally his eyes fell on a couple of sketches you had pinned onto the wall. After leaving the gang, you had tried your luck with drawing. Yes, it was a way to remember Arthur, because though you haven't seen many of his drawings, you knew he sketched everything he laid his eyes on.

For a moment, you hoped that Arthur would comment on your sketches. There was one of a doe that you were particularly proud of, but Arthur just briefly scanned them before turning his attention back to you.

"Nice little cabin ya got here...killed the fella that lived in it before or...?", Arthur suggested, his eyes falling on a little hole in the roof that needed fixing and the bedframe which was uneven and brittle.

You almost laughed at the suggestion: "No. It belongs to an old lady who went to live with her sister in the city. She gave me the cabin to look out for, until her grandson is old enough to live in it."

"Oh", Arthur commented, fidgeting with his hat.

You had spent months trying to forget this man. You were sure you'd never see him again, not if you could have helped it. You were glad about leaving your affiliations with the van der Linde gang behind. However, this had never been the official deal. The deal had been that you could roam for a while, figure yourself out and then join back. You never did. And now you had a sour feeling as to why this man was currently scanning your backyard through the window.

"Why are you here?", you asked, your tone serious.

"It's good to see you again", Arthur light-heartedly said. It almost sounded like a joke.

"Arthur", you warned him.

"Lot has happened since you left...", Arthur said, still wandering around in this cabin as if he was scanning the small territory, "we lost some people in Blackwater...Mac and Davey...Jenny..."

You knew about Mac. It was reported in the newspaper, but when Arthur mentioned Jenny, your jaw dropped. You felt a sort of anger flare up. You had gotten along well with Jenny. She was a kind and funny girl and you had considered her a friend.

"How did- Why...How did this even happen?!", you grumbled, "Jenny wasn't someone who would be in the midst of a fight. Hell, she knew how to handle a gun, but-"

"I know", Arthur interrupted, "couple weeks ago we lost Sean, too."

"Why are you here, Arthur? And why are you telling me this?"

"Wanted to see how you've been doing...", he shrugged, but his demeanour changed when you opened a drawer. You didn't even need to pull out the gun before Arthur stopped with the sugarcoating.

"Dutch wants you back."

Hell, this didn't sound like a suggestion. It was more like a threat. Arthur was here to collect you. Not for a 15-dollar bounty, but for Dutch. Because he had lost too many people and now you needed to jump in. Also, every bit of hope you held close to your heart, that Arthur...that there was a tiny bit of him that wanted to see you. That he really wondered how you had been doing.

It died with those words. It stung.

"Get out", you demanded.

"Y/N-"

"Arthur, I'm not coming back."

"Dutch-"

"I don't care. I don't give a fuck what Dutch wants", you yelled, slowly pulling the gun out, "Honestly, you have some nerve showing up with this request."

Then, you had to laugh. Laugh at the absurdity of it and laugh because you were hurt. The laughter helped to supress the tears, for now.

"Ya ain't gonna shoot me, sweetheart", Arthur said knowingly, putting his hat back on and slowly backing out towards the door, arms still raised because he didn't want to give you the impression that he'd draw on you.

"Don't flatter yourself", you said, slowly walking towards him to make him move out of your house, "I wouldn't shoot your pretty face, but I can put holes in other parts of your body and it would hurt enough."

You felt bold, cocked the gun and aimed at his leg.

"Y/N..."

"Tell Dutch you didn't find me. Tell him I'm dead. Tell him I forced you to draw on me and you shot me...I honestly don't care. I'm not going back. I'm not...canon fodder for a cause I don't believe in anymore", you stated, your eyes fixed on Arthur. He might just notice that tears pricked your eyes, there was a hint of concern in his features.

When he opened his mouth, you were quick to interrupt him: "If you care for me just the tiniest fucking bit...yer gonna fuck off right now and not come back."

You thought about how he'd answer, 'I don't see ya like that', lasso you and drag you back into whatever hole the gang was hiding at the moment, but instead, he tipped his hat, turned around and mounted his horse.

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Next chapter: here

I never have the nerve to keep a consistent taglist, but here are some tags for people who said they might be interested in that sort of story:

@pinkiemme @loveheartarthur @lonesome-ranger @twola @shiokitsune @hugthedragon @missredemption @kakashiislut @thewalkingdead1463

If you want to be tagged, please comment under this post if you want to be included to the taglist for this story OR any fic I post in future.

Special thanks to @little-honeypie 'cause we've been cooking that story up together <3

[lokisbiiiitch1993]

Loki x Introvert Virgin Reader

The First Time

Nsfw Headcanons

Warning ⚠️🚨 long Ass Post 🙊🥰😍

My Au

Nsfw not for Minors 🚫🔞👎❌

You'd rather stay at home than go out Partying and meeting new People

Spending time with the few friends you have or your Family is very important to you

You never had a Boyfriend before because you feel like most Boys/ Men aren't searching for something serious, they just want casual Sex , they aren't loyal and most shouldn't be trusted

You are almost 25 and never had Sex before - so what ? You didn't meet the right one..yet ...One Day there will come someone gentle, mature, patient and understanding into your life - who will make sure to make your first Time Unforgettable - your Best Friend tried to cheer you up

One Day your Best Friend begged you to come with her to another of her Friends Party - you weren't too motivated but she annoyed you so long till you gave in

At this Party you felt like a total Loser - an Outsider like all your life - there are soo many People here - why did you have to come too ?and why did your Best Friend left you alone - you said to yourself

I need a drink ,now - you thought annoyed - without watching where you were going you bumped into someone - a Man - a very Handsome Man

I'm not invisible! You can see me ,right ? - he said with a smirk

I .... yes ... I am sorry, you mumbled coy

Don't look so frightened, Darling, join me for a Drink - he requested

You looked hesitant at him

I won't bite , I swear

After two drinks you loosened up a bit, talked more and started flirting back shyly

An hour later your Best Friend came to collect you - she didn't feel well and wanted to leave the Party

Before you left the Man gave you a Note

On the way home She bombarded you with Questions - Who was this ? About what were you talking about? What the hell happened ?

Omg where should I start ? First you left me alone? I was mad at you bumped in this Handsome, Tall ,Black Haired , Charmant Stranger - well ... actually not a Stranger he introduced himself - his Name is Loki and he gave me his Number - you said excited

You should call him or send him a Text - she said - thrilled

No ... never I can't .. and I don't want to discuss this with you

Hmm.. come on why can't you for once try something,risk something,do something - maybe he could make you happy

I ... I don't know ...

A week went by - you didn't text him or call him but you couldn't get him out of your Head

ok it's Time to be brave - risk something - do something - you tried to cheer yourself up before texting Loki - ok let's do this

Hi ,it's me " Y/N " I don't know if you still remember me? We met last week at a Party and you gave me your Number? How are you ? - omg that was nerve wracking you thought

Good morning, Darling, how could I forget you?but to be honest I already lost all hope,I thought you would never text or call me ! I am alright but my Day is starting to get better now ;)

Well ...to be honest too - I didn't want to text you because I was too nervous and scared but I also couldn't get you out of my Head

I am honored - but I already told you - you don't have to be scared, I won't bite you,little Mouse

From this moment on you were texting with Loki regularly

Two weeks later he invited you to a Date - it was very romantic - a Candle light Dinner at a nice Restaurant - afterwards he walked you home - if you expected something now , you should know I am not that kind of Girl ,I am not interested in Casual Fun - I only want something serious- you informed him

Darling, you offend me, I already figured that out a long time ago - actually i already knew it the first time I met you - I want you... serious - he confessed

Taking his Hand in yours, you looked happily at him

Outside of your Apartment - before saying Goodbye - you kissed him on his Cheek you were surprised by the softness - Loki kissed your Forehead and whispered Good Night, my Love,till next time

The next few dates were a Pic Nic in a Park, at a Coffeeshop , watching the Sunset - and you also enjoy holding Hands and kissing his Cheeks - telling each other I love you

A few weeks later you invited Loki to your Apartment to watch a Movie together - he let you decide which Film - You chose a Romance - after seeing the couple in the movie kiss all the time , you wanted to do it too - first you innocently kissed his Cheek and then kissed your way closer to his Lips - suddenly Loki grabbed the back of your Neck and pulled you closer to his Mouth - kissing you deeply - passionate - a moan escaped you- embarrassed you broke off the kiss and apologized - My Love,there's no need to express regret, it just meant you enjoyed it and I am looking forward to earn more of your delicious moans - Loki answered

Your cheeks reddened - you both spend the rest of the night cuddling

Since then you both kissed every time you met each other - one day the kiss was so heated Loki reached under your Shirt - nervous and scared of what will follow you you pushed his Hand away and took a step back - worried Loki looked at you apologetic - Darling,I am sorry,I didn't mean to scare you, I don't want to rush you

I know,I love you- you said softly hugging him - I love you too

A month passed - meanwhile you tried to prepare yourself mentally for your first time , you researched online about Sex and asked your Best Friend about it - you also tried to get over your Shyness and talked honestly with Loki about it - he suggested trying to make you get used to his touch - in your Comfort Zone - till you feel ready

you liked this Idea -so you took his Hand and guided him to your Bedroom

he kissed you and you kissed him back passionately - a moment later you took off your Shirt , Bra and Pants - only leaving your Panties on - and laying down on your Bed - he joined you shortly after - you looked at him lovingly and said - touch me , please -As you wish ,my Love - he gave you a quick kiss and touched your check , letting his Hand travel down your Neck ,to your curves and Belly - always looking into your Eyes and always watching your Reaction

Next he went up to your Breasts - caressing - carefully massaging - you started to breath heavy and moan

After that he let his hand slowly glide down to your belly, thighs - inner thighs - making you moan heavily

You started to feel nervous, excited,got Butterflies in your Belly and a tingly feeling in your Vagina - but you know you are ready because it's Loki and you trust him

Loki , I am ready for you, please touch me more ,I want you- you begged

He took your pantie off and cupped your Pussy - Loki whispered in your Ear - You are so beautiful,my Darling

He started to slide his finger up and down your labia, teasing you, running his finger around your clit - gliding his finger to your entrance - So wet already for me ,my Love - he teased

You breathed in and out harshly, moaning Loki -as he put a Finger in carefully sliding up and down - in and out - adding another finger and using his thumb to stimulate your clit

You are doing so well,he praised

After making you come and feeling an amazing sensation you never felt before you begged him for more

Loki , please I want you,all of you

A moment later he was nude before you - you looked at his big cock nervously , he tried to calm you - I will be gentle, relax for me

He kissed you deeply,lining his Cock to your Entrance and gently pushed in - you gasped in pain for a Moment before pleasure take over - you wrapped your legs around his Waist - he started to thrust in a steady rythm - you moaned out of breath - running your fingers through his Hair - caressing his Back

After a time you both orgasmed Loki pulled out and kissed his way down your Neck ,Breast , Belly to your Pussy - to clean you up with his Tongue - as he started licking -you moaned exhausted started to whining- Please,Loki stop it's too much , I am too sensitive, I can't take anymore

He stopped immediately - hugged you - holding you close - praised you

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[angelltheninth]

What are your fav romance tropes and to which TWST men would you give them to? Since they're fairy tail inspired anyways there's probably some you could apply to them easily.

As much as I like writing romance I'm not much of a romance movie watcher so everything I do say here will be based on... well mostly anime and fanfic stuff.

Pairing: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, kissing, teasing, childhood friends, enemies to lovers, rivals to lovers, sneaking around, secret relationships

A/N: All of these are also tropes I enjoy writing about a lot, which I'm sure you already know if you've been following me for a while.

Riddle is the shy, withdrawn love interest trope who wants to catch your eyes but doesn't know how to approach you. He spends a lot of his time watching you, blushing when you look at him but not approaching you. He honestly feels like he could wait forever for you, you're the apple of his eye, you're worth waiting for, and if needed worth fighting for but hopefully you can realize your feelings without it ever coming to that.

Leona is the cold shoulder trope. He wants to be left alone, he wants nothing to do with you at first and finds you annoying more then anything else. He can snap at other pretty easily which leads him to be branded a bad boy and delinquent, only adding to his isolation. He's not a brute, he just values his space, which you keep stepping in and making him lower his walls until eventually you're sitting shoulder to shoulder in the garden, him purring and his tail loosely wrapped around you.

Azul is the enemies to lovers trope. You heard many stories about him, you want nothing to do with him when you meet, hell you even see him doing shady things which only adds to your negative feelings. He seems to enjoy riling you up, thriving on it actually. He doesn't like you that much at first either, thinking you to be too much of a goody two shoes. It would be very fun if he could somehow get you on his side. If not he'll be happy with seeing you get flustered around him whenever he feels like he's won and kisses your cheek as a reward only for him.

Kalim is definitely the childhood friends to lovers trope, he has loved you since the day you met, but was never brave enough to say it. Even when you enrolled in the same school as him, the same class, he couldn't confess. It was only after he saw how popular you were that he started being more bold with his feelings towards you. He would talk about funny past memories, recalling the jokes and the sleepovers. In fact... you haven't had a sleepover in a while, what do you say? He'll leave the window open for you, just sneak in, just like old times. With... extra kisses maybe, if he confesses.

Vil is the popular guy in school trope. Everyone likes him, the students, the teachers, hell even the animals love him. Because of that he is a little hard to approach. Luckily you're the one that catches his eye, so he approaches you, much to the amazement of others. Compared to him you're boring, nothing special, but that is exactly why he wants you, someone who just transferred, someone new, someone exciting, fun. And you're a cute girl, how can he resist.

Idia is the guy next door trope. You see him every day but you don't know a lot about him when you first arrive. He's hard to get a hold of and not too sociable. At least you walk to school together so that's already more then most people get to see of him. Over time he begins to wait for you, bashfully offering you his jacket when its cold, or offering you his hand when it's windy. He definitely has a protective, soft side to him, and you are one of the few to see it.

Malleus is the quiet outcast, the one wolf, or dragon if you will. Besides his tight circle of friends he doesn't talk to many people so it's not easy to get ahold of him either. Well... he can talk to you quite easily, he wants to actually, he's very quick to develop feelings and worst yet he falls hard and fast. Once it starts it's not easy for him to shake and he's been hurt before, another reason why he tends to keep mostly to himself. If he opens up to you you might hurt him too. You won't will you? If were to kiss you, would you push him away?

[kimbap-r0ll]

Hello hello! Hope you’re doing well! Can you pretty please write Idia, Riddle, Malleus, and Lilia with a fem reader/crush having to choose a team for a group project and instead of saying their name when she chooses them she just says “oh, and pretty boy over there!”?

Hi, thank you for the ask! Ooh this is a cute idea

Idia, Riddle, Malleus, Lilia react to fem!reader calling them "pretty"

Idia

Yeah, he had a crush on you, he just didn't think you would consider him pretty, let alone anywhere close to attractive.

He has low self-esteem and doesn't speak out in class. But for some reason, this time when you were choosing who to be part of a group project with, you chose him. You even called him "pretty" out of all things!

Idia swore he felt his hair flame up, he must've shouted in surprise or something because the entire class was staring at him. Oh Great Seven this was all just getting more and more unbearable for him, he wanted to run out of class

Instead, he just nodded awkwardly, sat back down, and put his head on the desk. You approached him after class to ask if he was okay, and he gave out a stammered "Y-yeah I'm good, glad to be working with you."

You might've already known he had a massive crush on you because he's so shy and nervous around you (more than he is with others). It's kinda cute to see him so flustered

Riddle

He wanted to work with the smartest people in the class but because he was already doing so well the teachers never really let him choose who he wanted to work with. Instead, others got to choose or it was a randomly generated group.

You were choosing because you were new to the school, and he was expecting you to choose him because he knew the class material well, but what he didn't expect was you calling him "pretty"

He wasn't angry, he was rather flattered actually. But with the way his face got a bit red and he just stared at you made you wonder if he was okay haha. If anything, he was more than okay, his crush just acknowledged that he was attractive!

After class he was the first one in the group to approach you and talk to you about the upcoming project. "I hope to work well with you and the others," he smiled. He was polite, much more gentle around you than he was with others (which confused the hell out of Deuce and Ace)

Riddle might show his crush on you time to time while you work on the project. He'll be a little bit softer around you, maybe show off how much he knows about the subject, etc. But if you compliment him, expect him to be a stuttering mess

Malleus

He doesn't show a lot of emotions outside, mainly because no one really talks to him nor does he have anything outstanding to react to. However, he did catch an interest in you and now most people have caught him staring at you in class haha

The first time anyone in the class saw him laughing or even smiling however was when you chose him as your partner for a project. You called him "pretty," something no one in the class would dare call one of the strongest magic users in Twisted Wonderland, it was far too cute!

Malleus really liked that compliment, asking you in front of the class if you really thought he was pretty. "Yeah, I mean nice eyes?" you shrug, everyone in the class is just amazed at how brave you are haha. Malleus definitely gushed about this his head or to Lilia later in the day

I feel like most of the class wanted to tell you Malleus's not-so-secretive crush on you but you might've already figured it out. For the project, you two will likely hang out in Ramshackle the most because it's much more spacious there with only two students occupying it (plus some ghosts)

Malleus doesn't really know how to handle a crush very well, nor what to say when he thinks you look pretty. You will catch him staring at you a lot though, it's just sort of like a soft smile and a bit of a hazy look in his eyes

Lilia

He's known for being a bit of a teaser around the school. He pulls pranks on students, sometimes has nicknames for people, and usually is pretty carefree. Because of this, it was hard to tell if he had a crush on someone or not, though some people looking close at him would've noticed him staring at you more often

When you called him pretty for the first time in front of your class, he probably didn't realize you were talking about him. Lilia was busy doodling in class that he didn't realize the entire class was staring at him. "Hm? Did something happen?" Lilia asked. "You're gonna be y/n's partner," one of the students said. "Oh! I'm the pretty one you're talking about?" he smiled at you.

It's a nice compliment, he'll say that you look cute yourself after class. He's really good at hiding his crush from you, even when you two are alone on the project he's pretty chill. However, every small compliment you give him does leave him feeling a bit happier in the day

Will he prank you more because he has a crush on you? Yes. Expect him to appear upside down multiple times in a week, jumpscare you really badly when you're running to get a midnight snack, etc. He thinks it's cute but with how well you react to the pranks you might as well prank him in return

Overall, expect him to use the "pretty boy" nickname a lot. It's sort of like a cute memory for him, especially because his crush called him attractive

[jaylienpotter]

Part 3 of Let them be | 1.9K words

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Remus, James and Peter were outside already, waiting for Sirius to join them to go to Hogsmead. Remus was getting impatient (it was getting close to that time of the month), it was unbelievable the amount of time someone could take to get ready. They always expected him to take longer, hence why not waiting at the dorm. But that day Padfoot was taking especially long.

Lupin's frown became something else entirely. Thin lips parted, brown eyes wide and cheeks most certainly darker than usual. Siri looked absolutely gorgeous, hot, perfect.

"Looking good Pads!" Prongs greeted the last marauder with his usual cheerful grin. But he didn't have the tall boy's slightest attention.

"You think?"

"Yeah! Girl day?" Sirius hummed affirmatively and got closer. Fuck did he she look even better.

"Where did you get the clothes?" The short blond boy was still getting used to the whole gender thing, but it had gotten better since the protest they did for Regulus.

"Well, Marlene gave me the skirt, said it's a tad too big on her. The top is mine but I cut it to be cropped. Not bad, I'd say. Definitely not the straightest but it's me after all. And I don't know, it gives it a grungy style. The fishnets are Mary's. I was expecting it to be uncomfortable but it's not, really. The accessories are all mine except for the bracelet, which is also Marlene's. The boots are mine, obviously. It would be fun to maybe get heels at one point but I don't think they exist in my size."

"You can always try spells. You look wicked, anyway!" Potter turned to Remus, who was very much panicking on the inside. "Y'alright, Moony?"

"Huh? Oh- yeah, yeah." Was that suspicious? He was quite collected in general but something about that man - or woman, person, didn't really matter - made him feral. He wanted Sirius to be his. He needed it. But he was far too awkward and shy to ever make a move. I mean, what if it ruined their friendship?

"Look!" Pads lifted her rectangle black sunglasses to show an amazing eye look (not that Remus knew much about makeup) that made her grey eyes pop. "I did it myself! Lily has been teaching me how to make different looks with makeup."

"You're on a first name basis, now? You're not stealing Evans from me, Pads, are you?" He squinted as if threatening, not that he would ever hurt his best friend.

"No, don't worry. I'm still very much into blokes."

"Good. Anyone you got your eyes on?"

"Maybe. Maybe not." Suddenly focused on the conversation, a million thoughts raced through Rem's head. Did Padfoot have a crush? Who could it be?

"Secretive. I'm onto you, Pads. And how about you Moony? We all know Pete is devoted to the Ravenclaw boy-"

"Merlin! I've told you already, Benjy and I are just friends."

"Sure." Round glasses turned to Moony, who, for once, was feeling somewhat brave.

"I guess you could say I fancy someone." He hoped to get a reaction from said person.

"Ooooo! Who is she?" This was his moment.

"Why are you assuming it's a girl?" There it was. Pads looked up, interest peaked. It could only be from curiosity, she always enjoyed some drama. Or maybe, hopefully, it could be deeper than that.

"Am I the only straight person here?"

"Well I'm not gay, because I don't fancy Benjy. I don't fancy anyone." Poor Pete. James wouldn't leave him alone about it, constantly teasing.

"Whatever you say, Wormy. Who's this person, Moony?"

"Ain't telling." He was feeling brave and maybe even impulsive. But not even the full moon made him an idiot.

"Aww, come on! Why don't you lot tell me anything?!"

"Perhaps because you're extremely obvious and embarrassing." He did have a point. Although that wasn't the reason in this case.

"Awn, do I embarrass you in front of eagle boy?"

"You're insufferable!" Potter chuckled, deciding it was enough teasing.

"Well, where we off to first? Zonko's?"

"We should go there last. We will need quite a lot of things, we're running out of stock for pranks."

"What would we do without you, Moony?" Get in a lot more detentions, that's for sure. "Three broomsticks?"

They all agreed and went to the pub, ordering butterbeer. After a while of talking about nothings, Peter got up.

"I have to go for a bit."

"Meeting a certain someone whose name starts with a B?"

"Sod off, Potter. I'll see you later." He was barely out the door when James got up too.

"Oh shit! I also need to go. I want to buy Lily some flowers. See if this time she'll accept going on a date. Sorry mates." He took some coins from his pockets (most of them galleons, rich prick) and messily left them on the table. "Uh this should cover some of the drinks. I'll meet you at Zonko's in like 30, yeah?"

"Just go, lover boy."

"Thank you, you're the best!" And then it was just them. It's not like they were never alone, but it was especially hard to focus when Sirius looked like a hot rockstar. No matter where Lupin looked, he could easily get flustered. Face? Amazing makeup that he wanted to kiss. Top? You could see her abs under the crop. Bottom? Obviously the mini skirt. There was no way out.

"You seem distracted."

"Hm? Do I?" Fuck.

"Yes. Is it because of the person you fancy?"

"Maybe." Absolutely.

"I didn't know you were bi." The lanky boy just shrugged, afraid to say something stupid. "Do I know him?"

"You know everyone."

"You know what I mean." Another non answer, a sip of the butterbeer that was near the end. "Do you know if he's gay? Or bi or whatever."

"He is."

"What does he look like?" They were getting into dangerous territory. There weren't many males at hogwarts with fucking grey eyes. Join the long black hair and it was a given.

"Why the interrogation? You also didn't give us much closure."

"Ask me things, then." He pondered. He desperately wanted to find out if Padfoot had any interest in the boy across from her.

"Do you fancy someone?"

"I do." Could be anyone.

"What's his house?"

"Gryffindor, of course. I have high standards, Moons." Siri was the only person that called him that. Got this man on his knees every time.

"I mean you dated a Ravenclaw."

"Shhhh we don't talk about him."

"Right." Brown eyebrows came together "Is it- is it James?" It made sense. They were always together, after all. And Potter was always complimenting his best mate.

"Prongs?! Fuck no! He's my brother. Why? You don't fancy him, do you…?"

"No, no!" Different Marauder.

"What's his house?"

"Also Gryffindor. What does your crush look like?" It could go downhill from there very fast.

"Brown hair. Brown eyes." Matched… "Bad sense of style." Listen. Remus didn't have a bad sense of style. He just liked to be comfortable. Although he could be the one in the description since Black said he looked like a grandfather.

Before Rem could answer, probably ask something that was more specific, a crash and shouts were heard a few tables over.

"Let's go somewhere else?"

"Sounds good."

After paying, Moony awkwardly followed his crush to a secluded area in the street.

"How about you? What does your crush look like?"

"Dark hair…" Pads hummed, encouraging to continue. "Light eyes…" Bastard was smirking. Smirking at the pink cheeks across the scarred face.

"I see…" She got close. Very close. "You know, Lupin. I couldn't help but notice you get particularly shy whenever I'm wearing a skirt. Any reason?" He didn't say anything. I mean, what was he supposed to say? Sirius obviously knew the answer already. "I'd say you simply like short skirts but I don't see you staring at other girls like that." His cheeks matched the colour of their house and he could be playing quidditch with how fast his heart was beating. "What is it, Remy?"

"Siri…" His voice was pleading, his eyes were pleading, his heart was pleading, he was on his knees and she was well aware of that.

"No no." She took his chin and made him look into those grey eyes. "Say it."

"I…" Shit, he was nervous. "I… like you…"

"Was that so hard? If all I needed to do to get you to like me back was to wear a skirt, I would've protested a lot sooner."

"It's not since the skirt… It's been longer." The Black smirk. Annoying and hot. He just wanted to kiss it, aware the bold red lipstick would get smudged on both of them.

"Remus John Lupin, you fool." And just like that, their lips met. Pale arms around the taller one's neck. Moony put his arms around her and pulled her closer, feeling her bare skin and melting into the kiss.

Merlin knows how long the kissing lasted. Time didn't exist between those two. After what seemed like an eternity and yet not enough, they parted.

"You have some lipstick on you." She chuckled and cleaned some of it with her finger. "I'm making it worse…"

"That's okay. I'll wash my face."

"Woooooo!" Turning around, there was a short Filipino blondie cheering them, holding hands with her dark skinned girlfriend. "Fucking finally! You better tell me the details, Black!"

"Fine! Now sod off Mckinnon!" She laughed and pulled Dorcas, walking away. "Well…"

"I uh… I'll wash my face at the pub."

"I'll walk with you." The silence was a tad awkward. At least to Remus. His crush took his hand and broke the ice. "So, since when do you fancy me?"

"I'm not sure… A year, maybe? You?"

"Awww really? You should have come out sooner. I've liked you since fourth year. Never made a move because I thought you were straight. And even after the protest, I wasn't sure if you just found me attractive because I look like a girl."

"No, I like you when you're masculine too. The skirt just… I don't know, has a different effect. Wait here?"

"Is my lipstick smudged?"

"A bit."

"I'll go too." They went back to the pub they had left some minutes ago. Pads went to the girl's bathroom while Remus cleaned his face and grinned at the mirror in the men's. When they met again, the red lips were as lively as before. They stained Moony, the shape of a kiss on his left cheek. "Sorry. Had to."

It had been over 30 minutes since James left to fetch Lily a gift. So naturally, he and Pettigrew were already waiting at Zonko's.

"There they are! Where were you two- Is that lipstick?!" The werewolf blushed and looked down while his partner held up their hands grinning.

"We're dating!"

"What?! You were each other's crushes?!" Wormtail shook his head.

"You are so oblivious, Prongs."

"Wha- You knew?!"

"Everyone with eyes and some common sense knows those two have been pining over each other. Congrats on figuring it out, it was getting painful to watch."

"Wormtail!" Pads gasped dramatically, her hand over her chest. "How could you stay quiet?"

"Wasn't my place to say anything. And it was quite entertaining to watch how stupid you both were." Sirius seemed offended, but Remus couldn't help but find the whole situation hilarious.

[hbyrde36]

Chapter 4: No Lifeguard on Duty (swim at your own risk)

No Vacancy

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter3 AO3 link

CW: smut

*STEVE*

Steve felt like an idiot. 

He was sitting, once again, on a lounge chair out back by the pool of the Buckingham Motel at 3 o’clock in the morning, crying over the fact that a boy that he liked didn't like him back. It was pathetic honestly, and he wasn’t even sure why he had gotten his hopes up the way he did. 

Sure, things with Eddie were more comfortable than ever following their impromptu lunch date on their shared day off, but…

No, not a date, he had to remind himself, just two people getting to know each other as friends over lunch. No more, no less.

They had hardly seen each other since then except in passing and yet somehow Steve had gotten the idea in his head that maybe Robin was right. Maybe Eddie was interested in him too. 

Steve had been brave once upon a time. When he was younger he had never hesitated to go after what he wanted, especially when it came to dating. But of course that’d been when he was lying to himself and everybody else and still playing the part of King Steve. Before Nancy had so thoroughly broken his heart.

Things were different now. He was different. Eddie… was different from all those girls he would take to the drive-in on a Friday night for a bad movie and a half-hearted blowjob, if he was lucky.  

He had tried to channel some of that old confidence earlier, and finally managed to stutter out an invitation to take Eddie to lunch. 

Technically, Steve hadn’t actually asked him out, not properly. He’d chickened out and flubbed it at the last second, saying it was only fair since Eddie had bought his lunch last time. It wasn’t entirely Steve’s fault, he’s just gotten so flustered by how good the other man had looked lounging in bed that morning as he listened with a smile to Steve ramble on about nothing. 

He’d been effortlessly sexy in no shirt, hair wild, and God that rough morning voice. Who could function normally around that?

Eddie had declined the invite, and it was honestly his own fault for not realizing that it was Saturday and of course the other man would have to work. Steve had been bummed about it at first, a little embarrassed if he was honest, but then Eddie had said. “Next time though, I'm all yours”. 

And boy if that hadn’t helped to reignite his hope.

It was those types of comments, the subtle flirting, little looks Eddie would give him that had started Steve down this path in the first place. 

It’s why he was so blindsided this time when Eddie had come to wake him for yet another late night romp with a man that wasn’t him. 

To add insult to injury, Steve had gotten a quick look at the guy and damn if he didn’t bear a striking resemblance to himself. So it wasn’t as if he wasn’t Eddie's type, Eddie just didn't like him… specifically. 

Once he was clear to go back to their room, Steve found himself wide awake and staring at the ceiling for a long time, waiting anxiously for Eddie to come back. Not that he wanted to talk to him or anything. In fact, he was listening intently for the sound of the doorknob turning so he could pretend to be asleep instead of embarrassing himself even more than he had down by the pool.

It was just… did Eddie really like this one? He’d spoken of him, Evan, by name and was even walking him home. He hadn’t done that with the last guy. Did that mean something? 

Steve could handle a parade of meaningless hookups, really he could, but if Eddie started actually dating someone. If he would have to see them together on a regular basis, Steve wasn’t sure he could stick around for that.

He tried to be mad at Eddie, if only to make himself feel better, but how can you be mad at someone for not liking you? It wasn’t something you could force or control, and it wasn’t as if Eddie had led him on or anything. 

No, this was all Steve. 

Steve and his stupid crush.  

There was only one solution. He needed to get over it.

It was the only way to survive this, the only way they were ever going to be able to be friends, real friends. Steve still wanted that, after everything. With how close the girls were, and now that they’d bought this place and basically lived together. It would be easier on everyone if he and Eddie could be friendly instead of trying to avoid each other for the rest of their lives. It would be fun if the four of them could get together from time to time.

Steve rolled over and shut his eyes, desperate to escape his thoughts into sleep for the short amount of time he had left. Working the beach would be hell the next day on such little sleep but at least he could wear sunglasses to hide his red and puffy eyes without anyone thinking twice about it. 

It was easy enough to avoid Eddie for the next few days. As long as Steve didn’t stop back at the motel on his lunch break there was really no opportunity for them to bump into each other, since Eddie had shifts at the bar every night that week. 

He hated to do this when they were just starting to get along, but he needed a little time to get his hurt feelings under control. It would be fine. He wasn't off again until Friday himself, so he had work to keep him busy as well as plans to go out to dinner with Robin one night while Chrissy stayed at the motel to keep an eye on things.

Robin wanted to take him to Tide’s Tavern. Though it was always overrun by tourists, the bar was actually a local’s favorite and a town staple that served good enough food that even Steve had heard about it. It was also where Eddie worked, so he shot that idea down right away.

Robin didn’t question him at the time, but as they sat down at their table at another little dive bar close to the motel he knew it was only a matter of time before she broached the subject.

By a matter of time, he meant immediately.

“So?” Robin said, not even looking at him as she unfolded her menu. 

“So?” Steve parroted back.

“Ugh,” Robin groaned. “Are you really going to make me ask?”

“Ask what?” Maybe he could annoy her into not talking about it. 

“You told me things were better with you and Eddie, but at the mere suggestion of going to his bar you looked like you wanted to throw up, so what gives?”

Steve plastered his best fake smile on his face and hoped she bought it. He’d decided not to tell her about Eddie’s latest hook up, since the last time she’d been even more upset about than he’d been. He didn't like keeping things from her normally but he really didn't want to talk about it. “I just didn’t want to bother the guy at work is all. We're… cool. Friends.”

“You’re… cool. That’s it?”

“Yeah, what were you expecting?”

“I was expecting another noise complaint to be honest.” She muttered.

“Robin!”

“What?!”

“Look, I know what you said but you were wrong, okay? He definitely doesn't like me like that, trust me. It’s… I'm over it.”

“Right. And you’re just fine now? Over it like that?” She said, snapping her fingers. 

“Totally.”

She gave him another look.

“Fuck. Okay, maybe I’m not completely over it, but I'm working on it. Can we talk about something else now? Like, literally anything else?”

She narrowed her eyes, looking like she wanted to argue but instead crossed her arms over her chest and sighed. “Fine.”

“How’s Chrissy doing? Catch her staring at your boobs again lately?”

Robin reached across the table and punched him in the shoulder. “Hey! I didn’t say she was, I said I thought that she was!”

It worked like a charm and Steve was happy to spend the rest of their dinner analyzing what felt like every interaction the two girls had had in the last few years. By the time they’d ordered, eaten, and paid the check, he thought even Robin was beginning to become convinced of what he’d known for years. 

She and Chrissy just needed a little push to get there. Which is why on their way home he made her an offer. 

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.” Robin said.

“Come on, I can handle it! I wrangle dozens of preteens on a daily basis- for a living. Watching the front desk for a few hours while you and Chrissy go out for dinner on Saturday will be a piece of cake compared to that.”

She shook her head. “I don’t know. We already spend everyday together, Steve. If something was going to happen it would have happened by now, don’t you think?”

“You spend every day together working. This will be different. Get dressed up, take her out somewhere nice, have a few drinks and loosen up. Treat it like a date and it’ll become one. Guaranteed.” 

“You sound very confident for a guy who hadn’t been on a date in- how long, Harrington?”

He couldn’t exactly argue with her on that point even though he wanted to. “It doesn’t matter, I'm still right about this.”

“She has to say yes first.”

“She’ll say yes. I’m sure of it.”

The sun was like a physical presence beating down on Steve's back. Most of the time he loved his job as a lifeguard. It was like a dream, getting to sit out baking in the sun in front of one of the most gorgeous views he’d ever seen, all while he got to watch the equally beautiful people walking up and down the beach in nothing but their bathing suits. Not that he made a habit of oggling people when he was high up on his perch. He actually took his job pretty seriously, too afraid of someone drowning or getting pulled out into the deeper waters on his watch. Once in a while though, when he was on a break or there weren’t many bathers in the water, he would find his eyes wandering.

Today though was the hottest day of the summer, so far at least, and even though he’d become pretty accustomed to being out in sweltering temperatures, the heat was getting to him. Thankfully he was almost done with his shift and had the next two days off, intending on spending them somewhere in the shade, preferably with air conditioning. 

That’s probably why when his relief lifeguard finally arrived to take his place, Steve scrambled down the tall stand far too quickly, got dizzy and all but fell into the arms of a passing jogger. 

A very hot passing jogger. 

A pair of tan muscular arms held him until he was steady on his feet again. The man attached smiled brightly and seemed reluctant to let him go. Steve laughed nervously as he met the man’s gaze. He was a little embarrassed at almost face planting in the sand, but really it was the way his rescuer was now raking his eyes over Steve's body that was setting his pulse racing. 

The handsome stranger laughed softly back, eyes crinkling in the corners in a way that Steve loved. A way that reminded him of…

Nope. He shook his head to clear the thought.

“You doing okay, um…” The man trailed trailed off.

“Steve.” 

“Pleasure to meet you, Lifeguard Steve. I’m Danny.”

“Thanks for the catch. I’m sorry about all that, I don’t know what happened.” Steve said, taking his turn checking Danny out right back. 

He was fit, though a little smaller in the chest and shoulders than Steve himself was, and the tiny red swim shorts he wore left very little to the imagination. He had a nice face, very boy next door, with light hair and dark eyes, though not nearly as dark as Eddie’s deep brown, or as striking.

NO! 

Steve forcibly cut his own thoughts off before they could go any further. 

Stop thinking about Eddie!

“Don’t worry about it.” Danny said. He looked down briefly before bringing his gaze back up, biting his lip. “Honestly this might be the best thing that's happened to me all week.”

“Oh yeah?” Steve felt himself blushing and could only hope the flush of color would be written off as a side effect of the weather. 

“Sure, it’s not everyday a guy as cute as you falls right into my lap, so to speak.”

Steve huffed a laugh, grinning. He couldn’t help it. The guy certainly had a charm about him. 

Danny stepped in closer again and ran a hand up and down Steve’s arm under the guise of brushing some sand off. “I don’t know if this is too forward, but would you like to get a drink with me tonight?”

Steve’s knee-jerk reaction was to say no like he usually did when someone asked him out, but he made himself pause and consider it. Danny was gorgeous and there didn’t seem to be anything wrong with him except for the fact that he wasn’t Eddie, but maybe this was exactly what he needed to start moving on. 

So, in the interest of getting the fuck over it, he agreed to the date. 

Steve rushed back to the motel so he could shower and get ready but still have plenty of time to have the breakdown he could feel brewing over the prospect of going on his first date in at least six months. He thought about calling Robin or stopping down at the office to see her for a little moral support, but sometimes her anxiety on his behalf joined forces with his own anxiety and he wound up worse than when he started. 

Instead he sat on the floor in his underwear and put his head between his knees until he stopped feeling like he was going to pass out. 

Maybe it was the heat. 

Maybe he should cancel. 

Actually, he couldn’t cancel even if he wanted to. He didn’t have Danny’s phone number, and if he didn’t show the poor guy would think he’d been stood up. That seemed like a pretty shitty thing to do and it was enough to get him up off the floor and into his nicest pair of jeans.

The date was actually going pretty well, Steve was surprised to find. Danny turned out to be really sweet, and was as easy to talk to as he was to look at. 

Things had admittedly been a little awkward when Steve first arrived. He’d walked in and taken a seat at the bar next to the other man, who was already waiting for him with a beer and an easy smile, but before they could even properly say their hellos a bartender with long dark hair had walked over to take Steve’s order. 

It wasn’t- him, but Steve knew for that second where he had panicked thinking that maybe Eddie had gotten a second job at another place and not told him, that he had stared wide eyed and open-mouthed.

Steve stuttered out a nonsensical apology and ordered a Jack and Coke to settle his nerves. To Danny’s credit, he moved right past it, immediately launching into asking Steve questions about himself. What did he do for a living? What kind of music did he like? Did he have any siblings? The usual first date things. 

Steve did his best to reciprocate while also trying very hard not to think about curly hair, tattoos, and dimples. His mind might have wandered once or twice, only when the bartender was in his eyeline, but otherwise he thought he did pretty well. 

Before he knew it they were many rounds in and Danny was asking him if he wanted to go someplace more private to talk.

And Steve wasn’t naive. 

He knew exactly what would happen if the two of them left that bar together and walked the short distance to his hotel room. Part of him wanted that, to let himself get lost in someone else’s body, but another part of him knew it was a bad idea. In the end, the whiskey running through his veins made it easier to think with his dick than his brain so he took Danny’s hand and led him back to the Buckingham.

When they reached his room, Steve hesitated at the door, staring down at the sign that hung from the knob like it was accusing him of something. He wasn’t sure what time it was but he didn’t think it was that late. Still, he didn’t want to take the risk of being walked in on. He flipped the tag over to the do-not-disturb side and the two men went in. 

Danny was all over him the second they were safely inside, his tongue immediately forcing its way into Steve's mouth. It was a little clumsy and a little sloppy as they found their rhythm together, but to someone who hadn’t been kissed in a very long time it was pretty great.

They made out against the wall for an eternity, lips moving against each other and hands wandering into back pockets. Steve found himself growing painfully hard in his jeans as he ground himself against Danny’s thigh. After a while Steve pulled back, snaking a hand between their bodies so he could cup Danny’s length through his own denim. It drew a deep moan out of the other man and Steve found himself being backed up until his legs hit the bed. He fell into it on his back with Danny on top of him. 

Steve knew what he wanted but felt suddenly shy about asking for it. He wrapped his legs around the other man’s waist and pulled him in, hoping he would get the hint. He thought his message might have been received because as soon as he uncrossed his ankles Danny began to work Steve's pants off, and then made quick work of his own. 

Steve scooted up the bed, rooting blindly through the nightstand drawer until he found the small bottle of lube and a few condoms he had tucked in there. He tossed it all to Danny and rolled  over, offering himself up in no uncertain terms this time. 

He heard the click of the bottle opening and a few seconds later found hesitant fingers brushing over his entrance. Danny began to open him up and Steve moaned softly as he pressed himself back into the touch. It had been so long since he’d been with another person this way, he’d almost forgotten how good it felt to be filled up with something besides his own fingers or a silicone toy. He arched his back, toes curling as Danny added a second finger to the first and began to fuck them in and out with a little more confidence.

It felt so good that Steve was almost able to forget everything else. 

At least until he turned his head and found himself looking right at Eddie’s unmade bed. His blankets were crumpled into a pile and his black sleep shorts were thrown haphazardly next to his pillow. It was always like that. 

Steve smiled to himself, thinking about how Eddie had teased him for his own practice of making the bed immediately upon getting up for the day. It wasn’t that he particularly cared about keeping it neat, it was just a habit leftover from childhood when Steve did whatever he could to appease his perfectionist parents. Eddie had smiled a little sadly at the admission, before launching into his own speech about how he didn’t see the point in making his bed when he would just be coming back to it in a couple of hours. 

It was a very Eddie answer.

Steve had spent the entire night trying so hard not to think about him. It had helped that his date was Eddie’s opposite in almost every way. Now though, it was like the damn had broken, and as Danny pressed into him with a third digit, all Steve could think about was how he wished that it was Eddie’s fingers that were being pumped in and out of him, that it was Eddie’s cock that was about to be inside of him. 

“Wait.” Steve gasped. 

Danny stilled, fingers still buried deep. 

“Did I hurt you?” He asked, slowly pulling out and moving to give Steve a little space. 

Steve cringed at the suddenly empty feeling, and sat up on the edge of his bed. “No. No, I just… I need to stop. I’m sorry.”

He could see that Danny was maybe not thrilled about having to put the brakes on, but he wasn’t mad. He sat down next to Steve and rested a hand on his back, rubbing his thumb back and forth a little before removing it again. He was so being nice, but the little comforting gesture only made Steve feel worse about the whole thing. He should never have agreed to this date, it wasn’t fair to Danny when he was still this messed up over someone else. 

“Are you sure I didn’t hurt you?” Danny asked again. 

“Yeah. You didn’t do anything wrong, this is all me. I’m just… “ Steve trailed off, not sure he owed an explanation to this relative stranger but kind of feeling the need to regardless.

“Hung up on someone else?” Danny finished the thought for him.

“How’d you know?” Steve asked.

Danny shrugged. “Lucky guess. It did seem like your head was somewhere else a few times tonight.”

���I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s okay, Steve. You’re a really great guy and I'm still glad we got the chance to get to know each other, even if it didn’t work out.”

Danny got up and started to pull his clothes back on, which was when Steve realized that they were both still completely naked and his face went hot with embarrassment. He gathered up his own clothes and after a quick trip to the bathroom to clean up, got dressed as well and walked Danny to the door. 

“For what it’s worth, this other guy? I hope it works out for you.”

Steve shook his head. “He doesn’t like me like that.”

“He’s an idiot then.”

Steve cracked a smile. “Thanks.”

As Steve opened the door and they both stepped outside, he felt a slip of paper being pressed into his hand. “If you ever change your mind, or if you just want to hang out as friends. Give me a call.”

Danny leaned in, capturing Steve's lips in one last kiss. This time sweet and almost chaste, and then he was gone.

Steve went back inside and out of habit glanced at the clock, shocked to find that it was past 2 in the morning. He wasn’t sure exactly what time Eddie usually got back every night since he was always asleep. 

Shit. 

At least he’d used their system with the door just in case. 

Had Eddie tried to come home in the middle of all that? God he hoped not, but he had to go check the pool area anyway, assuming that’s where he’d be, to make sure Eddie wasn't down there waiting. 

He ran down the stairs, heart sinking as he spotted Eddie's hair draped over the back of a chair right away. The same chair Steve had sat in twice now.

Steve walked quickly towards the pool as what little was in his stomach turned sour. His hands were clammy and he was starting to sweat. 

He came around the front of the chair, confused to see that Eddie was awake. He hadn’t exactly been quiet in his approach but Eddie never turned around.

“Um. Hey.” Steve said, feeling awkward and more than a little twisted up inside. 

Eddie looked, well, Steve couldn’t put his finger on how he looked. 

He was a little wide in the eyes when he met Steve’s gaze, but then his eyes darkened, mouth set into a thin line. He got up from the lounge chair without a word and stalked off towards their room. 

Eddie was pissed, it was clear in his body language and the way he clenched his fists as he walked away. Steve felt bad, though he knew he shouldn’t, but he knew all too well the feeling of just wanting to go to bed.

He gave it a minute before following, wanting to give Eddie and himself space. By the time he wandered back upstairs Eddie was in bed burrowed deep under the covers. 

Steve got in his own bed and wondered what the hell he was going to do. Maybe he should just talk to Eddie, about everything. Be honest. If he was careful maybe it wouldn't ruin things. Maybe if Eddie rejected him, officially, he could finally get over him. 

It had been a very long day and despite everything Steve fell asleep quickly, glad that he was off the next day. Maybe he could even manage to sleep in for once. 

Steve woke at 9am. Not late by many peoples standards, but for him it was practically like sleeping until noon.

Eddie’s bed was empty, and with the bathroom door sitting wide open it was evident that, unless he was hiding in the closet, he was gone. 

Steve was shocked. 

He wondered briefly if Eddie had packed up and left, which seemed like a dramatic reaction to have after one time of Steve pulling the same shit that he had, but no, Eddie’s stuff was still all there.

He quickly threw on some clean clothes and walked down to the office, hoping one of the girls would be around. 

“Good morning sleepyhead!” Robin greeted him as he came in the door. 

“How did you know I just woke up?”

“Hair.” She said simply.

“What?”

“Your hair isn’t done, it’s the same way I know something is wrong.”

“Shit.” He said, hands flying up to his head trying frantically to smooth it down.

“It looks fine. No one around but me to see it anyway. Now, what’s wrong?” She asked.

“It’s Eddie.”

Robin tensed as if ready for a fight. “What did he do this time?”

“Nothing.” Steve said, raising his hands in surrender. 

“Steven.”

“Seriously, he didn’t do anything… I did.” He blew out a long breath. “Then he was just gone this morning and it’s like 9am. I’ve never seen him awake this early before let alone already up and out. I just… I got worried. Have you seen him?”

“No.” Robin said, chewing on her bottom lip a little, then she lit up abruptly. “Oh! Maybe he went to the gym with Chrissy!” 

Steve stared at her with raised eyebrows. 

“Oh, right. This is Eddie we’re talking about. Of course he’s not at the gym.”

Steve rubbed a hand over his face. It was obvious that whatever was going on had something to do with him, he just didn’t quite understand why. 

Robin narrowed her eyes “Are you going to tell me what happened or am I going to have to pry it out of you?”

“I went on a date last night.”

“Wait, with Eddie?!”

“No! Not with…” Steve sighed and figured, fuck it, he might as well just tell her everything now. “Look, I didn’t tell you because I knew how you’d react, but Eddie brought another guy home from the bar last weekend. I didn’t- “ Steve cut himself off. He was about to say, I didn’t take it well, but he knew that would only rile her up more. “I realized I just need to get over it, over him. For my own sake.”

“That's why you didn’t want to go to his bar.”

“Yeah. It's also why when this really hot guy asked me out on the beach yesterday, I said yes. I thought it would help, or at least be a distraction.”

“How’d that go?”

“It was nice. He was great, actually. We even… we came back here for a while and- ”

Robin held her hand up to stop him. “If you are about to describe your and or his dick and their proximity to each other I'd rather not hear the details.”

Steve chuckled and felt a little of the pressure in his chest ease. 

“I’ll spare you what little details I have to tell, and just skip to the end. I couldn't do it.”

“Oh, Steve.”

“It’s okay, I'm okay.”

“What are you going to do?” She asked.

“I’m going to talk to him I guess. Maybe tell him how I feel, I don’t know. I think… I think he’s mad about last night.” 

“If he is, he's an asshole and the biggest hypocrite I’ve ever seen. You didn’t do anything that he didn’t do first.”

“I know.”

“Do you want to hang out here until Chrissy gets back? Maybe she knows where he is.”

“No, I think I'm just gonna go back up and take a shower. Try to relax and enjoy my day off, but uh, can you call me if you hear anything?”

“Sure, Dingus.”

Steve made it to about mid-afternoon before he got too antsy being cooped up, and waiting around for Eddie to show up if he was honest with himself. He decided to go for a walk, and if that walk just happened to take him straight to Tide’s Tavern, he didn’t really have a good excuse for that. 

He stepped inside the dimly lit establishment, half expecting to see Eddie hard at work behind the bar, but he was nowhere to be found. He asked an older woman who was standing by the host stand and clearly worked there if she knew what time Eddie would be in. He wouldn't, the woman explained. 

Apparently Eddie had called out saying he had a personal emergency. 

Steve left the bar, at a loss of where to go or what to do next. At this point he just wanted to find Eddie and make sure he was okay. The sun was beginning to set and though it still wasn’t cool, it wasn’t so bad out, so Steve started to walk aimlessly down the promenade looking out at the waves while he tried to think.

As he neared the end of the walkway Steve’s heart-rate picked up. There was a familiar van sitting in one of the last parking spots. Eddie’s van, he’d have bet money on it. It was easy to spot this late in the day when the beach was all but abandoned, and as he got closer he realized Eddie himself was there sitting up on the roof of the car facing away from him.  

Steve was a swirling mess of emotions as he stepped up next to the vehicle. Eddie still hadn’t turned around, hadn’t noticed that anyone was nearby.

He took a moment to gather himself and took a deep breath. 

Here goes nothing, Steve thought, rapping lightly on the side of the van as he called out, “Hey. Can we talk?”

Chapter 5

Thanks forever to @penny00dreadful for being the best friend, cheerleader, and beta in the whole fucking world💜

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Fic Rec Friday #4

If y'all want more fic rec fridays, check out @mediumgayitalian

Below are 5 fics I've enjoyed this past week/recently.

(guess who learned how to indent on posts!)

oh, what a sin by @rosyredlipstick

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17194697

Summary:

For some reason, Nico thought convincing Fitzwilliam Emerson "Golden Boy" Solace to abandon his hosting duties, blow off his company’s gala entirely, and run off with him into the night would be much harder. Well, that’s what Jason gets for trying to force Nico into attending a party.

We're back with another Rosy fic! This is an awesome one-shot where Will and Nico are both rich little shits and sneak away from their big-shot families. I'd read an entire series of this! The way Nico and Will's chemistry shines in this one-shot is incredible. Plus the family relations of Nico's family is just *chef's kiss*.

talk your talk and go viral (i just need this love spiral) by wrongcaitlyn

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46368430

Summary:

“Keep telling yourself that,” Will says quietly, because even though the door is closed, speaking any louder would seem wrong. “You’re too harsh on yourself. If you wrote songs or something, you’d easily get on the Billboard Hot 100. Dad would help you. I would, too.” “Promote it to your seven followers?” “Yes!” Nico laughs, and then Will is joining him, and they’re closer than before, but it’s nothing unusual. It’s been this way since before stupid feelings and stupid crushes, and Nico would be damned if he let it change just because of that. or a celebrity au ft. childhood friends to lovers, a bit of trauma, and a famous friend group (plus leo).

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I'm still in the beginning stages of reading this story, but I'm already obsessed with it! The author's writing style is interesting, and I just love a good celebrity AU.

we're not brave, we're not soldiers by Chriscrosswallflower

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39827199

Summary:

The battle of Manhattan was mostly a blood stained blur but Will would never forget the sight of his brother’s body falling along with that bridge. __ Follow along with this set of one shots as Percy and Will navigate the pain and trauma of being child soldiers and grow to form an unlikely friendship. Because I think these two could be great friends and two sides of the same coin, so I decided to put my plot bunnies to paper.

I just really love the way Percy and Will are portrayed in this collection of one-shots. Their trauma and emotions feel so raw and so well-written, and I'm personally a Will and Percy besties truther, so I honestly would have loved this fic anyways. The fact that it's so awesome is a bonus.

The Sum of Our Choices: The Titan's Curse by TheTimeTraveler24

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24637117

Summary:

Maybe it's not always about trying to fix something broken. Maybe it's about starting over and creating something better. A group of special individuals are drawn together for a reason. They might not see it yet, but they are the only ones who have the power to change their destiny. They'll face opposition from the gods along the way and sometimes things won't work out the way they want. But this group is special. Their choices just might be the key to everything. Something is happening. Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, and Thalia Grace are on their way to Westover Hall in response to a distress call from Grover Underwood. At the same time, Magnus Chase is wandering around in the woods. Under strange circumstances, the two groups meet and the course of history will never be the same.

This fic is actually a crossover AU with the Magnus Chase series, so if that's not your cup of tea, feel free to skip. However, this fic is a time travel "fix-it" fic of sorts where the trio are taken from their lives post the Hidden Oracle and have to relieve the events of the The Titan's Curse (and the rest of the series, this series is 800k words!) and I'm still on the first fic, but I am HOOKED already! So I figured I'd rec it here.

three-in-one soap by thelordofshrimp

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52887397

Summary:

Austin glared at his sister. “Will can’t lie, genius. He says that since he became head counselor, any shower that lasts more than three minutes gets interrupted by someone needing his help.” “That’s… crazy.” Nico considered the number of showers he’d taken even in his short time at camp and imagined if even half of them had been interrupted. “It is,” Jerry agreed. “Not like there’s much we can do about it, though.” “You can always do something about it.” Nico sat up. “There has to be something.” “Not unless you can somehow keep the whole camp safe at once.”

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This is just a cute one-shot where Nico tries to make it so that Will can actually take a shower for once, but shenanigans ensue anyways. It made me smile, so I'm rec'ing it here.

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Okay that's all! I'll probably keep doing this until I run out of fics to recommend. Have a good friday lovelies!

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Blue Exorcist Chapter 145: Notes

In this chapter, the exorcists are preparing to enter Satan's maze to either bind or destroy his heart. (honestly binding it is the only way to go, or Assiah is done. Lightning should know better!)

The kids might have had a good night's sleep but the Enpeira is weakening, and eventually, Satan's dark magic will destroy them. The adult exorcists and Mephisto spent the night on strategy and they came up with an elaborate plan, with Lightning taking the lead.

Mephisto makes a model to show the entire chess board to his players. But he's not doing well, his body is weakening at an advanced rate, worse than all the others. But is he dying? Or is his power being used elsewhere and he's playing possum? I have ideas...we know he has some sort of agreement with Shura that we don't know about. Shura is nowhere to be seen in this entire chapter, not even in the background drawings. Weird.

Just to note, like the powers of Nemu Takara, Mephisto uses toys as his conjuring of choice. This is like this version of Legoland.

We also have this exorcist that looks a bit like Iblis, but I'm sure Mephisto would know if his sister was amongst them in disguise. Most demon kings have human family thanks to the section 13 experiments, maybe this woman is a descendent? The one next to her looks a bit like a clone Samael too.

As the exorcists are sectioned off into different teams, Yukio offers to help Rin scale the blue flames wall. Yukio admits that both he and Rin are immune to blue flames. Once Lightning hears this, he completely geeks out. Because of course, Lightning is interested in all things regarding human/demon relationships, possessions, clones and demon-eaters. Pretty much all ways that humans and demons can coexist and share powers. And humans like Yukio have never happened.

In other side narratives.

Shiemi still thinks she's going to die and refuses to tell Rin that she loves him. Kamiki is on her team, and won't give up on her.

Between Kamiki and Amaimon I think Shiemi is in good hands with two fierce guardians. If she lives she promises to ask Rin on a date. I think Shiemi has made the right choice, distractions right now, will not lead them to victory.

And yes, it's the end of the world but teenagers will be teenagers. And young love is such a distraction.

Yukio notices Rin thinking deeply by himself. Yukio, being a deep thinker himself is worried that his brother is still having deep concerns about Satan and the complex relationship between his demon and human sides. But nah, Rin's thinking about girls.

Plus Rin's crush, is coincidentally also Yukio's crush which annoys Yukio when he mentions his "love issues" And once again the boys are competing with each other. These two are fucking exhausting, will they actually work together climbing the wall, who knows. At least it will be entertaining. Part of me hopes Amaimon breaks the love triangle. Then maybe the boys will get along.

As they prepare to leave for the mission they lock the refrigerators behind them, preventing anything from coming and returning to True Cross. This is probably why Angel is separated from this group in the future. He lives because he isn't there.

Let's hope the future we were shown was wrong and they are able to change it this time around.

And technically, Lightning secretly doesn't want Angel to come back to the front and become a vessel for Lucifer. Sealing Angel away is the best thing for him, it keeps him safe. Even though Lighting isn't an emotional guy, i think after years of working with Angel, he does consider him his friend.

And as our brave team departs for battle, after a badass war cry, they ride out on.....bouncy horses.

It may be the end, but least Mephisto still has a sense of humour.

[coweye]

Commitment Issues - Part 8

Pairing: Benjamin Miller x Reader

Words: 2.7k

Summary: When you try and take your friends with benefits relationship to the next level, Benny’s response isn’t quite what you were expecting.

AN: So I lied - I'm so sorry for the wait! Recently, writing hasn't come as easy to me and although it's almost a year late I hope you enjoy, this isn't the final chapter - I lied twice.

➢ fic masterpost

PREVIOUS PART

28th April 2022 - 37 weeks pregnant

Life playing host to the parasite that was soon to be your daughter had only gotten worse. Hard to believe, I know.

The gift that kept on giving made sure that you’d suddenly without any warning whatsoever have the overwhelming urge to vomit. 

There was no rhyme or reason to her neat new little party trick but at any given moment your stomach said nope and you bought up whatever you happened to have eaten or as the case may be; be eating at the time. 

Honestly, you weren’t a negative person by nature, but these agonizing eight months had taken it out of you. 

Hell, you were in the process of drafting an eviction notice if this kid didn’t get out of you in the next two weeks. 

Long story short, between this and the Benny situation you were not exactly the best of company, right now. 

The boys and Val had all learnt this early on and for the past eight days, you had given up all pretense of a brave face, now you were bleeding and letting everyone who would listen know about it.

When Santiago, who had decided to stay in town until the birth of your baby, suggested a stroll around the mall, you had fixed him with the stare that would have had a lesser man running back to Colombia with his tail between his legs. Until, of course, he had sweetened the deal with fried chicken, his treat and coincidentally the only meal that you had yet to regurgitate. 

So, here you found yourself with Santiago and William and a six piece bucket to yourself.

The change in company was a welcome distraction from dwelling on your non-existent love life at home with the love of your life. 

After the thorn in your side that was Jasmine, reared her ugly head at the baby shower, you had pulled back into your protective bubble of distant and cold. 

Benny, though confused about the message, received it loud and clear as he returned to the swing to find you inside and talking incredibly heatedly to Valerie. In the eight days that followed, he yet to confront you about it. Apparently old habits died hard.. 

The camaraderie that had come hand in hand with your truce had dissolved. You weren’t actively unpleasant, but you didn’t melt into his side, or nap on the couch with him anymore. 

You had established boundaries, resolving yourself to the simple philosophy of anything you wouldn’t do with Frankie, you wouldn’t do with Ben. 

It was simple… well kind of, every one of your moves was carefully calculated and exhausting.

For example, lying on the couch watching a movie with a leg rub? Acceptable. 

Frankie would do that for your swollen ankle joint, hell, he had done.

However, lying on the couch with his body sandwiched against yours as you fall asleep, the hardness of him pressed into your backside; well… that was quite clearly a no, but I digress! 

Boundaries were established and what almost was, had been completely and totally healthily avoided at all costs, creating the exact tenuous home environment you'd spent so long trying to avoid. 

So, here you found yourself in the food court, slamming some fried chicken trying desperately to forget your woes.

“She’s too clingy…” Santi huffed in between a bite of his burger, talking mostly to Will as you had yet to peak up from behind your bucket. 

“Maybe she just likes you and wants to spend time with you, god forbid someone shows interest.” You grunted irritably between bites, looking for a fight. 

Both men turned to you in surprise, the whites of their eyes visible as they feared your outburst. 

Santiago strategically paused as he searched for the right words before he began to speak again. 

“You’re right … Maybe I’m too harsh.” Pope placated as he fixed you with a look of reproach, however, that only served to enrage you further. 

He watched for your reaction as if you were an angry bear or a child throwing a tantrum. Truth be told, you weren’t strictly unlike either of those things at that precise moment. 

Your brows narrowed, ready to unload and tell him all the reasons he was a dick before a cramping pain in your bloated abdomen overwhelmed you. Your eyes clenched shut as you breathed heavily through your nose, your ringed fingers gripped at the circular table in pain. 

It was impossible for you to judge how long went by before the pain finally passed. 

You took a further second or two to even your breathing before you resumed eating, succinctly dropping the subject that had injected fire into your veins merely moments before. 

With a fry in your mouth, you glanced up to find both men watching you. 

“What the fuck?”

“Are you okay?” They questioned in unison. 

A moment passed as you swallowed your mouthful before you concisely answered your comrades. “I’m pretty sure I’m going into labor.” 

“And … you don’t think we should be actively doing something about that?” Santiago pressed, looking as if he was ready to bolt.

“Labor can take hours and I won't be able to eat once it gets going…” You shrug, picking up another piece of chicken. 

“What’s wrong with you?” Pope breathed, eyes wide before he palmed in his eye sockets in frustration, attempting to rub the stress you induced away.

Will had dragged his chair to your side, his eyes focused on his watch.

“Don’t worry so much… the book said until they're ten minutes apart … there’s no point going …  to the hospital!” You explain in between bites of greasy chicken. 

Your words do little to quell their panic as both men look as if they're ready to pull their hair out with worry. 

“I’ll ring Ben.” Santi groaned as he stood up and reached into his jacket pocket before fishing out his phone. He turned dramatically with a finger pointed in your general direction. “You get her to hurry up - I swear to god, Y/N. If you’re eating when I get back, pregnant or not, I’ll drag you to that car. You’re not having your baby in the damn food court… estúpida, obstinada…” The man continued grunting curses at your expenses as he stalked off for somewhere quiet with cell reception to call the father of your child.

The silence that extended all of three minutes was too good to be true as Will watched your face as you ate for any sign of distress. 

“Whilst giving Pope a coronary is always a good time… don’t you think we should go and get your bag and meet Ben?” Will’s voice was soft, the kind of soothing tone you’d seen him use to talk down shell shocked soldiers - it was both unassuming and laced with copious amounts of compassion. 

You’d be damned if it didn’t just piss you right off. 

With a quick shake of your head, you dropped the empty bone into the bucket with the rest of the carcasses and took a long sip of your drink. 

“I’m good here … I can meet you guys there if you like?”

The pinch in his brow was quite simply incredulous, his concern was quickly outweighing his patience. 

“If you think I’m leaving you both here, you’re insane.”

Chewing on the straw of your drink; your eyes locked with his. They were brimming with a concoction of confusion and concern, which if the clench in his jaw was anything to go by, was slowly morphing into exasperation at your lack of compliance. 

“I … just need some time.”

“Y/N. All you’ve spoken about for the past week is how you want this to be over, wish granted - she’s coming and she’s coming now.”

“That’s what he said…” You uttered half-heartedly under your breath as you broke eye contact, no longer able to face his look of bewilderment. 

On the red tray in front of you was a lemon scented wet wipe hidden among napkins and sauces, you tore open the former and gratuitously began scrubbing the grease off of your hands, actively ignoring the perplexed stare of one of your closest friends. 

“Y/N, we need to get moving… will you just stop and listen?” Will snapped finally as he grabbed the wipe from your grip as you passed over your digits for the third time. 

Your own patience had reached its end as his hand gripped your elbow, his intention to make good on Santiago’s threat and drag you out, clear and present in your mind.

The devil in question was making his way back to your table, all quick strides as he dodged the food courts clientele.

You wrenched your arm from his grip huffing in annoyance at the well meaning Miller. 

“Fine. Let's go and get my bag, maybe we can grab an iced tea on the way to the car…”

Will nodded but you knew the mother hen would never allow a diversion from the mission at hand. 

All was going well. 

You were compliant as you strode through the mall, both men flanking you like a high priority asset as you clambered into Santi’s rental truck.

Hell, you were goddamn amenable as you unlocked your front door and grabbed the hospital duffel bag from the cubby under the stairs. 

However, your cooperation waned somewhat when heading to the maternity ward as  the guys tried to wheel your chair past the hospital's Starbucks. 

Your palm, lightening fast, caught the break on the chair causing it to veer left right into Santiago’s shins.

“Ice Tea!”

“You’ve got a baby about to shoot out of your hoo-hah and you're stopping for tea?!” Santi huffed incredulously as he rubbed his shin.

“My contractions are 25 minutes apart, when they’re 15, I’ll consider joining the panicking cry baby club.” 

“Panicking baby- huh!” Santi huffed rubbing his forehead. “You are not well, Y/N/N! You’re having a baby - Go and have it and then I’ll bathe you in fucking tea!” 

“I’ll come back down and grab you one-” Will placated before Santi bent to remove the break on the chair, allowing Will to move all of two steps, before you slammed it back on, the rubber tyres screeched against the tile floor of the hospital lobby. 

“Tea. First.” You huffed much like a troublesome child. 

This time it was Will who leaned down to remove the break, having clearly decided you weren’t in your right mind.

So, you did the only thing you could; you threw your baby bag off of your lap. 

“Y/N, stop being a goddamn child!” Will huffed, you had clearly pushed him to the edge, not that it had been particularly hard. 

Ignoring him, you began to stand. They both watched on in horror as you slowly ambled your way to the end of the queue. 

Leaning against the drinks fridge, you sighed. 

Your spine was aching something awful. The poor timing of this kid resumed as a contraction wracked your body, sharper than the others, it felt longer but you had no way to be sure. 

Will was at your side the second it overcame your body.

“Twenty minutes apart, please, Y/N. Come on.”

When finally the pain dissipated, your aching back remained. You weren’t proud of the weight you were placing on Will but the floor was the only other option. 

“y/n?! … Y/N!” You heard Benny hollar before you saw him, his eyes were wild with panic as he rushed to your side. He patted his brother on the shoulder, before taking his place. “Baby, what are you doing? You need to get into bed.”

“I want… my … tea.” You huffed, breathing not yet evening out. 

“Fine, we get the tea and we go straight up. How far apart are they?”

“Twen-”

The gush of amniotic fluid leaving your body cut the older Miller off, soaking through your jeans and unfortunately onto Benny’s shoes.

“You just pissed, she just pissed!” Santi cried in disbelief, his hands an almost permanent fixture in his disheveled curls at this point. It was hard to believe this man was a pressure player.

“It's not piss, it's her waters. We need to go, I’m sorry baby, you can have all the ice tea you want when it's safe for you both.” He bent down and caught your sodden legs, picking you up in one sweep. 

If you weren’t currently covered in amniotic fluid, that story book firefighter carry would have set your loins ablaze. 

Who were you kidding? 

You were absolutely drenched in amniotic fluid and your loins were practically smoking. 

Between writhing in pain as your uterus contracted to eject a literal watermelon and lusting over your baby daddy who you had spent the last eight days practically snarling at every time he dared advance, the journey to your delivery suite had been all but a blur. 

Somehow all three men surrounded you, having coerced their way through the midwifery staff with their nefarious charm. 

“How ya’ doing champ?” Santi questioned as you huffed on the oxygen inhaler handed to you by your midwife. A thumbs up was all you could offer as you groaned through the contractions that were now give or take five minutes apart. 

“How about we use a bit of gravity?” The woman in control of the drugs questioned. A suggestion you were only more than happy to try.

Following her instructions and with minor assistance from Ben you were now on all fours, frantically inhaling the gas and air. 

“We’re going to need to clear the room, anyone who isn’t the father needs to leave.” 

You were so far gone, you didn’t care if they saw the business end of your cervix. All you knew was uncontrollable pain that wracked your body every five minutes like a sadistic egg timer. 

Ben wiped at your forehead with a damp towel as tears escaped. 

“You can do this, baby.”

“UGNGH.. It feels like I’m shitting a knife!” You cried as another contraction wracked your body. 

“Not long now, gorgeous. Then we’ll have our baby.”

“I’m not ready.” You cried burying your face in the reclined back of the bed. You couldn’t look him in the eyes.

“You are-”

“No. We’re not ready. Things were … supposed to be fixed… I promised her.”

“Wha-”

“I love you, you stupid fucking idiot. I have done for like ten years…  loved you from the second I heard your tone deaf ass singing that … crappy hick song on base. Ungh… And everything is so broken because I don’t want you … to just stay for the Bean, I want to be with you … because you want to be with me.” You cried, tears wracking your body as uncontrollably as the contractions.

“It’s all broken… I promised her and I fucked it all up. You … and Jaz can just live happily ever-” You cut yourself off with a low wail as another contraction wracked your body. It seemed to knock Benny out of his stupor as his hand rubbed your lower back.

It was a moment before you leveled out and remembered you were divulging your innermost thoughts but a moment ago, though you couldn’t find it in you to care. 

Bigger fish to fry, and all that.

“I love you. Even if you are the goddamn most stubborn fuckin’ idiot I’ve ever met. You're the mama of my baby, yeah. It scares the crap outta me. Loving you. Damn near spent three months thinking up all the reasons we couldn’t be together cause it scared me so bad.” He huffed, stroking your hair. He helped you reposition on your back, as you breathed in another wave of oxygen. “I love you, Y/N. - I don’t do this. I don’t do relationships … because this feeling in my stomach when I think of you is fuckin awful. Sure I get the tingles when you smile at me or stroke my arm. But ninety-nine percent of the time, fucking nightmare, I worry if you’re happy, if you’ve eaten and now we’re adding an whole ass entire other person into this fucking clown show.”

“Gee… thanks.” You huffed in between breaths of gas and air. 

Ben chuckled as he pushed the sweat sodden hair back from your brow. He leaned forward, pressing his mouth against yours, the kiss was brief and nowhere near what was needed but it was all you could manage. 

It was enough, you thought at that moment.

The promise, that everything wasn’t lost, there was hope ahead, it carried you through.

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[sssusuki]

All-in Analysis

I haven't done one of these in awhile so give me a moment to collect myself because. did u know i love women.

With that out of the way I believe it's appropriate to begin. All-in is Hyuna's round as well as her introduction, and already have many of us been proven wrong. In the discord we have been theorizing that maybe Hyuna was a brave, yet quiet type. Or a mature type, and yet this has all been wrong to an extent. She is wild and bold, contrasting the ideas we had, but she is still mature to an extent. Especially if you look into the video to which I have done and will explain now because I'm delusional.

This begins with her wanted poster as well as a shot of the outside world. It's a desert with minimal flora or fauna as the wanted poster glides through the air. These first few shots also give us information on how this rebellion kidnaps rich alien's and takes everything they have. They also revealed, though not verbally, they have a base. While this was quietly mentioned at the end of Mizisua, it is more prevalent here as humans are here in numbers as Hyuna begins to perform on her little stage.

One of the biggest things we see first is Hyuna's prosthetic. Which, while it was foreshadowed in her full body when Till's round first released, it seems to have gone through some updates as it is no longer thin and brittle but a strong metal that looks just as big as if she had her normal leg. It also seems important to note that they are filming some video as shown by the details in this part as they show off our beloved Mizi. This would indicate that they have some degree of power if they have the ability to not only have the equipment necessary to film a video, but also have the power to make stuff like this: propaganda basically. Now, we finally see how Mizi and it's clear she has been put through the wringer. She is wearing much more practical clothing now as well as more modest which I believe should be mentioned. Alongside this there is a frame where we meet this blonde boy. Though he is unnamed for now I found it utterly fascinating that Hyuna trusts him to the extent she does and he looks quite similar to Luka. There also seems to be a little kid on the left poking their head out.

Now to the big parts. It seems the rebellion has been planning on storming Alien Stage for awhile, and only now during Luka's round was it possible which, I'm going to get to that later. Besides this, these few frames aren't much to give information on other than that the rebellion is not only quite popular, but it's also violent. To what extent? To what they are bombing? I don't know, it's all fictional dude.

Another important thing to note is that Hyuna is bringing along Mizi to all of this, which is a bit odd if taken into literal consideration. However, I'm going to touch on this later because I think it has some very interesting theories.

After this we cut back to her making the video again where she is doing a strip tease as her blonde friend goads her on and reacts to it. There is a poster of World War in the back that you can see for a few seconds that I found quite fascinating. So, while the aliens consider them a minimal threat, they already want a world war.

Finally, we get to our first real Hyuna lore. Here she sits in Anakt Garden, leg still intact with a boy who looks just like her and Luka who is licking the sleeve of his shirt. Now the way Hyuna has this handled could be taken a few different ways. She is holding Luka's head to push him away or she is holding his head so he stays close. Considering Hyuna's quite affection nature thus far I am led to believe it is the latter but one can never be sure and it's interesting that despite all of this, Luka is led to such extremes with his affection and emotions.

We get back to Hyuna, fully grown. We have two shots here. Her in this space station of sorts that I can only assume is a gateway between worlds and specifically the one with Alien Stage. And then it cuts back to another where she is singing on that stage, entertaining the humans in her group. I find it a little funny how this mimics Alien Stage in a way. Here is where her blonde friend breaks through the window and attacks the aliens as Hyuna rushes past with Mizi and we finally see Luka again. This time, he is older, smiling, and Hyuna looks enraged for the first time. She isn't smiling or laughing, but her face is oddly neutral. A rarity we have come to see in this round. We see Hyuna continuing to sing, but as she does she remembers Luka, and suddenly her whole air of confidence and strength is shattered. She is scared, if not terrified of the boy. Why? He kissed her and then killed her brother the morning after? Perhaps there is something more. However this also confirms that Luka got his purple fingers from blunt force trauma.

Finally we cut back to Hyuna now, and she is being apprehended by the aliens as she gazes back at Luka. Like he is bidding her goodbye into the afterlife with her brother. Mizi then gets up and looks back at her. Cinematically? This is perfect. Hyuna thinks she has hit rock bottom and suddenly Mizi rises from the ground like a Phoenix with her hair. Remember how I talked about it being weird for Hyuna to bring along Mizi? Well, this could be because not only does she know the Alien Stage quite well, but also that if they are planning on breaking another one out (Till maybe) they would need someone familiar. Mizi was going to be nothing more than a pawn until this moment where she grabs the gun, gets shot at, and her hair is cut. Mizi has transformed, and not just physically. She shoots at the aliens as Hyuna looks at her, Luka haunting her in the background. Then, she walks forward, away from Luka, and to Mizi. She is more important than Hyuna thought. The two escape through the elevator as Mizi once again regains a little bit of sanity and screams as they get shot at. Mizi has unknowingly given Hyuna confidence and strength again after coming face to face with Luka. Here they finally get to the Alien Stage opening and Hyuna gives Mizi a kiss. A thank you.

Finally, we see Till hitting the board as it does him and Ivan's round. A grim reminder of what is coming next. I could go into what I am thinking for that round but for now I am focusing on All-in and Hyuna.

Finally, I have to say Hyuna is a great character. She is brave and bold, albeit a bit wild. Yet she is caring and compassionate with the people around her. She is a bit flirtatious but it comes from a place of platonic affection, and finally, she isn't someone indestructible. She is still scared at the end of it all, especially to Luka. We have yet to see how they will play out but I am certainly excited for them to come face to face if Hyuna is scared— no, terrified, by a photo and Luka, if theories are a little correct, makes a song wholly talking about her (Ruler of my Heart). Okay I'm blasting byeere

[theodysseyofhomer]

this is not to single anyone out, but i have a lot of new followers, and i would just love for you all to know... the search function on my blog is operational. if you search for epic the musical, you will find that i have dabbled in it. it is slightly annoying to be asked over and over whether i've heard of it, even by lovely, enthusiastic, friendly people.

i have another reason for not answering those questions, which is that when someone is being enthusiastic and friendly to me, i don't want to be mean to them. but if i'm going to speak from my heart as an odyssey lover, i don't think epic the musical is that good. it doesn't especially interest me as a standalone piece, but i also don't find it provides much insight on, or compelling points of comparison with, homer's odyssey. i'm glad you're all having a good time! please stop asking me about it.

bullet point review below the cut, for those who are more curious about my opinions.

things i like about epic:

astyanax's murder doesn't get brought up a lot in stories that are sympathetic to odysseus. it's optional when adapting the odyssey or the iliad, but i am definitely of the opinion that odysseus did it, and even if he didn't, he convinced the other greek leaders that it needed to be done.

the athena/odysseus duets.

i found the reframing of polyphemus' blinding compelling, where he's doing the same thing he does in the odyssey for a different reason. i also liked that the audience doesn't learn his name until he reveals it to polyphemus. that's a neat touch.

earwormy as hell.

the fanart! i saw odysseus fanart maybe 3 times a year before the troy saga dropped. i'll take that trade (for my sanity when i try to navigate the tags).

jorge seems to be invested in odysseus/penelope, which is like the bare minimum to hold my attention, but still.

anyhow jorge seems charming; all his videos and interactions with fans seem nothing but excited about what everyone can contribute. commissioning wolfy to animate a trailer? widely regarded as a great move.

things i don't like about epic:

as gutsy as i think it is to start with astyanax's murder, the main thing to me is not whether his hands physically threw the baby, but whether he is in some way responsible for it. more than that, astyanax's death isn't divinely mandated: it's a ruthlessly pragmatic preemptive strike against vengeance that the greek leaders are afraid of. it's 100% human. so framing it around zeus, known troy stan, forcing odysseus to do it and he feels so so bad about it ????????

baffling to me to start with a moral conflict about infanticide, and after committing it, odysseus is still like... maybe kindness is brave? maybe i'm not a ruthless person? please be serious. you murdered that baby.

(been talking to @littlesparklight about this but you could have started out with some version of sophocles' ajax, a death caused by the gods that odysseus actually is complicit in when he didn't necessarily want it to happen. i digress.)

don't like the way the fandom talks about astyanax, specifically, as if odysseus raising a kidnapped trojan boy whose people were destroyed and whose mother was sold into slavery in another land is ever going to be a fluffy au and meanwhile odysseus did very much murder that baby, so!

the songs are not... good. like i said, they're earwormy, but that's also because they're repetitive and predictable. the lyrics are distractingly bad at times, not only from a character perspective, but in the sense of using words wrongly or awkwardly to try to fit them into a rhyme scheme.

i like the reframing of the polyphemus episode. not so much the aeolus one. at that point, you have odysseus doing the opposite of what he did in the odyssey for opposite reasons, which makes him a character bearing no resemblance to odysseus at all.

and this happens while other characters (mostly gods) try to drag him kicking and screaming into his actual homeric characterization.

like, odysseus is haunted by the war in the odyssey, but not because he regrets what he's done as a moral injury. he chose violence on purpose. the gods did not force him to be this person. it's a narrative throughline that serves only as a bid to make odysseus more sympathetic.

... and in doing so, strips away his agency — in sacking a city, in lying and obscuring the truth with his crew (his lies are more than a quirk that endears him to athena, they have consequences!) — some might say his personality. i do have sympathy for odysseus, even at his worst moments morally, because i find his character as a whole compelling. you don't need to try to absolve him of these things! they tell you about what kind of person he is! they are evocative (and provocative) already! take them away and he is boring, because he is not choosing to do anything.

the new wave of odysseus fans seem unable to handle homeric odysseus' complicated aspects and character traits, and to a degree i blame this on the musical characterization. it's allowed to be its own thing, certainly, but now i regularly get people arguing about whether he's a good person when all they know is something epic made up and that was never the fucking point, anyway.

are we really going to pretend he didn't have sex with circe and calypso at all

[lovebatty]

ㅤ( English and Spanish ver. )

Diabolik Lovers: Haunted Dark Husband — Dark 01

ㅤCW: Blood, blood sucking and suggestive / Sangre, succión de sangre y contenido sugestivo.

English ver.

Romantic: ( This whole week has been quite difficult for me… )

( Living next to monsters like them... bloodthirsty creatures, sadistic by nature. )

( I don’t consider myself an expert on the subject. But I know enough to know that this was a terrible mistake... )

...I don’t want to go back home.

Ayato: Hey, what are you babbling about?

Romantic: ( It’s him, again... )

( I don’t want to see Ayato-kun... I'm not in the mood to deal with him. )

Ayato: Helloo? Are you deaf? The bell rang, let’s get out of here, Chibimushi.

Romantic: Ugh. Ayato-kun, I already told you to stop calling me that way!

Ayato: And what’s about it? After all, If I call you «Chibimushi», you respond immediately, right?

Romantic: I got a name, you better not forget that. Is Romantic Benhumea, engrave it in your head. We don’t even know each other.

Ayato: Ah, but that’s a lie. After all... I was the first person you meet in the mansion.

Romantic: Exactly. I meet you but I didn’t know you, not even befriend you. The difference between the two things is quite stark, Ayato-kun.

Ayato: Yeah, yeah... I really couldn’t care less.

Anyway, what are you doing?

Romantic: ( And as always, he never listens. At least he’s going to leave soon...? )

...Can’t you see? It’s today’s homework.

Ayato: Ugh, can’t be there a more serious person?! You are such a pain in the ass!

Ayato: Damn, stop joking! You can do it at home. Hurry up and let’s go back!

Romantic: Well, sorry if my attitude bothers you! But if you haven’t noticed yet, I’m busy enough!

You’re the one who should go and get to work too! Instead of bothering me...

Romantic: At home, a certain annoying person is always bothering me so I can’t work… that’s why I’m doing it at school, and I’ll keep doing it!

Romantic: No way!

Ayato: …If you keep challenging me like this, I won’t be as understanding as I am now! So, it’s not in your best interest to make me mad!

Ayato: Let’s get home now so you can feed me!

Romantic: If that’s what you want so much, I have something from my lunch that I haven’t eaten... you can eat it if you like.

But please, Ayato-kun. Seriously, I have a lot of work to do. Just go already!

Ayato: ...

Doing this to Ore-sama, you think you’re very brave, huh?

Romantic: ( He seems upset and visually disappointed... )

( ...Sometimes, I wonder if I would be able to get along with Ayato-kun if only he weren’t a vampire, but that’s impossible. )

Ayato: I don’t dislike boys who play tricks, but you...

( When I was little, I imagined them differently... but of course, I was not as aware of what it meant as I am now. )

( And especially now is when I realize what they really are… )

Romantic: ——?

Ayato: You’re not even trying to please me.

Heh, do you really think I’m going to confirm myself with some of your stupid lunch...?!

Maybe you ran away from me that time... but I won’t let you do it now!

Romantic: Eh...?!

Ayato: If you are not willing to cooperate, then... I just have to make you feel like it, right?

Romantic: Don’t—! Ayato-kun...!

( W-what should I do now...?! )

...G-get away from me!

Ayato: Ah, that’s it.... Hahaha.

Where do you think you’re running? It’s just you and me in this room... There is nowhere else to hide.

Romantic: Please, Ayato-kun... Don’t bite me.

Ayato: It’s so good. That expression of despair. Nothing happens, right?

I’ve never had the chance to drink from a guy...I wonder what that feels like.

Romantic: ( Shit, I paralyzed... )

( Is he really going to drink my blood? )

Ayato: Hmm? You’re taken over by fear because you don’t know when I’ll bite you, right?

Even though you can’t wait for me to latch it on you...

Romantic: You lie...

Ayato: Please, Chibimushi. Don’t act strong. After all, you’re already this... needy.

Romantic: Ah...! Wha—?

Ayato: Oh, look at that... That neck of yours is really provoking me without any marks on.

...This is bad... I seriously feel like I’m about to get drunk off the smell of your blood alone...

Romantic: N-no, I... eak!

Ayato: Haa… you have a sensitive neck, huh? Hehe.

Romantic: ( Stop it, I feel like he’s playing with me... why hasn’t he bit me yet? )

Ah...! Nn.

Ayato: Why can’t you be as obedient as now? You seem like a pretty intelligent boy...

Tell me, is this what you imagined?

Romantic: ——!

Ayato: Letting your blood sucked by a vampire like me... Is that what you dreamed before you got here?

Romantic: That’s...!

Ayato: Hahaha! It’s okay, pervert nerd...

You can let your voice out. Nn… I’m going to enjoy every second of this, just be honest with yourself... Beg me to make it hurt even more.

...Mmh...

Romantic: Hyaa...! Agh.

( I-It hurts... it hurts a lot... )

( I feel like my shoulder is melting. It’s a stabbing, constant pain... I... I don’t know how to express myself. )

Ayato: Mm... Aah...

It’s... delicious. What is this? It’s sweeter than anything else I’ve ever tasted before...

Romantic: ...Nn...

Ayato: Looking at your face twisted in pain...Mm. It’s so good...

...I feel like I could devour you whole, in a couple of bites...

Romantic: ( It... it hurts... It seems like he’s biting even harder. )

( Please, no more... I feel like I might faint. )

Ayato-kun..., p-please, let’s give us a break...

Ayato: A break? As we could.

Besides… Making those sweet sounds you don’t seem so dissatisfied.

Romantic: But... that’s enough...

Ayato: Haa… how stubborn. I’m going to make you stop saying unnecessary things.

Romantic: Kyaa...! Nn... Aah!

Ayato: ...Haa. Mh... The blood continues to flow from your neck... not bad, this smell...

Just a little bit more... Nn.

Romantic: ( M-my... my heart... is beating so fast... )

Aagh...!

Ayato: Hey...! What the...?!

❁ㅤThe redhead craned his neck back and looked into the nervous man’s eyes with a puzzled expression. Ayato seemed to want to talk about his sudden attitude, but shortly after Romantic fell, the vampire found himself holding him in his arms to protect him from a terrible fall.

Ayato: Oops! Maybe I cross the line this time?

Damn, it looks like you’re in pain. But I didn’t even drink that much...

Romantic: H-haa...! Ah...

( It must have been some reaction to the lack of blood... M-my chest hurts a lot. )

Ayato: This is weird, I mean... I’m not even full. Are you sure you’re not playing a joke on me?

Romantic: ( I have no strength left... I can’t move that much... )

( Leaving a person in this state... is so cruel. )

...I swear it’s not a joke, but I already feel better. You can let me go now— Ah!

Ayato: Wow, you’re so clumsy, Chibimushi...! You’re even shaking like a leaf.

Do you really think I’m going to let you free in this state? Or you’re just a masochist.

Romantic: It’s just... it’s hard for me to walk now. But I'm sure I can do it!

Ayato: Come on, it wouldn’t be funny at all if a low-class demon attacked you. Stop pretending.

I’ll let you lean on my shoulder. You’re my food, so don’t be passing out there just because you’ve lost a pittance of blood!

Romantic: ( He means it...? )

...Yes, you’re right. I should go take my medicine.

Ayato: The smell of your blood is dangerous, you know? You never know what kind of people will approach you.

Romantic: ...Yes, sure...

( Whose fault is it?! It doesn’t suit him at all to be «so nice» now! He just sucked my blood, I thought I would die! )

Ayato: So, consider yourself lucky to be able to be in Ayato-sama’s arms. ♪

Just this once, it will be your welcome gift, hehe!

Romantic: ( ...A vampire drank my blood... )

( I don’t know how to feel... Everything happened so fast, so fast that I can’t even tell if I’m safe anymore... )

( This treatment seems nice to me, but definitely not genuine coming from Ayato-kun, or any other bloodsucker. )

( ...God, why did I have to enter that mansion? I should have listened to you. I will never doubt my instinct again—! )

ーー END OF DARK 01 ーー

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Thank you very much for all the waiting. You know I don’t post chapters in any order... and I finally felt inspired enough to continue this one. 🙏🏻 I’m so happy with how it turned out.

If you like it, please consider giving this post a fav, reblog and why not, even follow me❕ As always, thank you so much for reading. Have an amazing day.

Versión en Español.

Romantic: ( Toda esta semana ha sido bastante difícil para mí... )

( Viviendo junto a monstruos como ellos... criaturas sedientas de sangre, sádicas por naturaleza. )

( No me considero un experto en el tema. Pero sé lo suficiente como para saber que esto fue un terrible error... )

...No quiero volver a casa.

Ayato: Oye, ¿de qué estás hablando?

Romantic: ( Es él, otra vez... )

( No quiero ver a Ayato-kun... No estoy de humor para tratar con él. )

Ayato: ¿Holaa? ¿Estás sordo? Sonó el timbre, vámonos de aquí, Chibimushi.

Romantic: Uf. Ayato-kun, ¡ya te dije que dejaras de llamarme así!

Ayato: ¿Y qué es eso? Después de todo, si te llamo «Chibimushi», respondes inmediatamente, ¿verdad?

Romantic: Tengo un nombre, será mejor que no lo olvides. Es Romantic Benhumea, grábalo en tu cabeza. Ni siquiera nos conocemos.

Ayato: Ah, pero eso es mentira. Después de todo... yo fui la primera persona que viste en la mansión.

Romantic: Exacto. Te ví, pero no te conocí, ni siquiera me hice amigo de ti. La diferencia entre las dos cosas es bastante marcada, Ayato-kun.

Ayato: Sí, sí... Realmente no podría importarme menos.

De todos modos, ¿qué estás haciendo?

Romantic: ( Y como siempre, nunca escucha. ¿Al menos se irá pronto...? )

...¿No estás viendo? Es la tarea de hoy.

Ayato: Ugh, ¿no puede haber una persona más seria? ¡Eres un dolor de cabeza!

Romantic: ¡Bueno, perdona si te molesta mi actitud! Pero si aún no lo has notado, ¡estoy lo suficientemente ocupado!

¡Tú eres quien debería irse y ponerse a trabajar también! En lugar de molestarme…

Ayato: Maldita sea, ¡deja de bromear! Puedes hacerlo en casa. ¡Date prisa y volvamos!

Romantic: ¡De ninguna manera!

Ayato: …Si sigues desafiándome así, ¡no seré tan comprensivo como lo soy ahora! Entonces, ¡no te conviene hacerme enojar!

Romantic: En casa siempre me molesta cierta persona pesada y no puedo trabajar… por eso lo hago en la escuela, ¡y lo seguiré haciendo!

Romantic: Si eso es lo que tanto quieres, tengo algo de mi almuerzo que no he comido... puedes comerlo si quieres.

Ayato: ¡Vámonos a casa ahora para que puedas alimentarme!

Pero por favor, Ayato-kun. En serio, tengo mucho trabajo que hacer. ¡Retírate!

Ayato: ...

Al hacerle esto a Ore-sama, crees que eres muy valiente, ¿eh?

Romantic: ( Parece molesto y visualmente decepcionado... )

( ...A veces, me pregunto si sería capaz de llevarme bien con Ayato-kun si él no fuera un vampiro, pero eso es imposible. )

Ayato: No me desagradan los chicos difíciles, pero tú...

( Cuando era pequeño los imaginaba de otra manera... pero claro, no era tan consciente de lo que significaba como ahora. )

( Y especialmente ahora es cuando me doy cuenta de lo que realmente son… )

Romantic: ——?

Ayato: Ni siquiera estás intentando complacerme.

Je, ¿realmente crees que voy a confirmarme con algo de tu estúpido almuerzo...?

Tal vez te escapaste de mí esa vez... ¡pero no te dejaré hacerlo ahora!

Romantic: ¡¿Eh...?!

Ayato: Si no estás dispuesto a cooperar, entonces... sólo tengo que hacerte sentir como tal, ¿verdad?

Romantic: ¡No...! ¡Ayato-kun...!

( ¡¿Q-qué debo hacer ahora...?! )

...¡A-Aléjate de mí!

Ayato: Ah, eso es todo... Ja, ja, ja.

¿Adónde crees que estás corriendo? Estamos solo tú y yo en esta habitación... No hay ningún otro lugar donde esconderse.

Romantic: Por favor, Ayato-kun... No me muerdas.

Ayato: Es tan linda. Esa expresión de desesperación. No pasa nada, ¿verdad?

Nunca he tenido la oportunidad de beber de un chico... Me pregunto cómo se siente eso.

Romantic: ( Mierda, me quedé paralizado... )

( ¿Realmente va a beber mi sangre? )

Ayato: ¿Mmm? Te invade el miedo porque no sabes cuándo te morderé, ¿verdad?

Aunque no puedes esperar a que lo haga...

Romantic: Mientes...

Ayato: Por favor, Chibimushi. No te hagas el fuerte. Después de todo, ya estás tan... necesitado.

Romantic: ¡Ah...! ¿Qué—?

Ayato: Oh, mira eso... Ese cuello tuyo realmente me está provocando sin ninguna marca.

...Esto es malo... En serio siento que estoy a punto de emborracharme sólo con el olor de tu sangre...

Romantic: N-no, yo... ¡eak!

Ayato: Haa... tienes un cuello sensible, ¿eh? Je, je.

Romantic: ( Basta, siento que está jugando conmigo... ¿por qué no me ha mordido todavía? )

¡Ah...! Nn.

Ayato: ¿Por qué no puedes ser tan obediente como ahora? Pareces un chico bastante inteligente...

Dime, ¿es esto lo que imaginabas?

Romantic: ——!

Ayato: Dejar que un vampiro como yo te chupe la sangre... ¿Es eso lo que soñaste antes de llegar aquí?

Romantic: ¡Eso es...!

Ayato: ¡Ja, ja, ja! Está bien, nerd pervertido...

Puedes dejar salir tu voz. Nn... Voy a disfrutar cada segundo de esto, sólo sé honesto contigo mismo... Ruégame que haga que duela aún más.

...De ahora en adelante, Ore-sama tomará cada parte de ti, y un poco más que eso. Mmm...

Romantic: ¡Hyaa...! Ah.

( D-duele... duele mucho...)

( Siento que mi hombro se está haciendo pedazos. Es un dolor punzante, constante... Yo... No sé cómo expresarme.)

Romantic: ...Nn...

Ayato: Mm... Ah...

——Es delicioso. ¿Qué es esto? Es más dulce que cualquier otra cosa que haya probado antes...

Ayato: Mirando tu cara retorcida por el dolor... Mm. Es tan bueno...

...Siento que podría devorarte entero, en un par de mordidas...

Romantic: ( Me... duele... Parece que está mordiendo aún más fuerte. )

( Por favor, no más... Siento que me voy a desmayar. )

Ayato-kun..., p-por favor, démonos un descanso...

Ayato: ¿Un descanso? Como si pudiéramos.

Además… haciendo esos dulces sonidos no pareces tan descontento.

Romantic: Pero... ya es suficiente...

Ayato: Haa… qué terco eres. Voy a hacer que dejes de decir cosas innecesarias.

Romantic: ¡Kyaa...! Nn... ¡Ah!

Ayato: ...Jaja. Mh... La sangre sigue fluyendo de tu cuello... no está mal, este olor...

Sólo un poquito más... Nn.

Romantic: ( M-mi... mi corazón... late tan rápido... )

¡Aagh...!

Ayato: ¡Oye...! ¡¿Qué rayos...?!

❁ㅤEl pelirrojo estiró el cuello hacia atrás y miró a los ojos del hombre nervioso con una expresión de perplejidad. Ayato parecía querer hablar de su repentina actitud, pero poco después de que Romantic cayera, el vampiro se encontró sosteniéndolo en sus brazos para protegerlo de una terrible caída.

Ayato: ¡Ups! ¿Quizás cruce la línea esta vez?

Maldita sea, parece que estás sufriendo. Pero ni siquiera bebí tanto...

Romantic: ¡H-haa...! Ah...

( Debe haber sido alguna reacción por la falta de sangre... M-me duele mucho el pecho. )

Ayato: Esto es raro, quiero decir... ni siquiera estoy lleno. ¿Estás seguro de que no me estás gastando una broma?

Romantic: ( Ya no me quedan fuerzas... no puedo moverme tanto... )

( Dejar a una persona en este estado... es muy cruel. )

...Te juro que no es broma, pero ya me siento mejor. Puedes dejarme ir ahora... ¡Ah!

Ayato: ¡Vaya, eres tan torpe, Chibimushi...! Incluso estás temblando como una hoja.

¿De verdad crees que te dejaré libre en este estado? O simplemente eres un masoquista.

Romantic: Es que... ahora me resulta difícil caminar. ¡Pero estoy seguro de que puedo hacerlo!

Ayato: Vamos, no sería nada gracioso si un demonio de clase baja te atacara. Deja ya de fingir.

Te dejaré apoyarte en mi hombro. Eres mi comida, ¡así que no te desmayes sólo porque has perdido una miseria de sangre!

Romantic: ( ¿Lo dice en serio...? )

...Sí tienes razón. Debería ir a tomar mi medicina.

Ayato: El olor de tu sangre es peligroso, ¿sabes? Nunca se sabe qué tipo de personas se acercarán a ti.

Romantic: ...Sí, claro... Qué considerado.

( ¡¿De quién es la culpa?! ¡No le conviene en absoluto ser «tan amable» ahora! Él acaba de chuparme la sangre, ¡pensé que iba a morir! )

Ayato: Entonces, considérate afortunado de poder estar en los brazos de Ayato-sama. ♪

Sólo por esta vez, será tu regalo de bienvenida, ¡jeje!

Romantic: ( Un vampiro bebió mi sangre... )

( No sé cómo sentirme... Todo pasó tan rápido, tan rápido que ya ni siquiera puedo decir si estoy a salvo... )

( Este trato me parece agradable, pero definitivamente no es genuino viniendo de Ayato-kun o de cualquier otro chupasangre. )

( ...Dios, ¿por qué tuve que entrar a esa mansión? Debería haberte escuchado. ¡Nunca volveré a dudar de mi instinto—! )

ーー FIN DEL DARK PROLOGUE ーー

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Fireworks

Neteyam was the oldest son of Toruk Maktao and his mate, he had three younger siblings, he was beloved by all his clan, he was the next olo'eyktan, and he was the best friend of a human, his name was Miles but everyone called him Spider, Neteyam hasn't really been a friend to Spider in the last two years. His mother wanted him to stay away from the human.

“He is the son of the head demon; he is a demon. I don't want you or your siblings to stay with him, but your siblings are too much stubborn, they don't listen...but you. Neteyam you will be the next olo'eyktan, you need to stay away from that demon, I command it to you. Please don't bring shame to this family by staying with him.” 

So, he stopped to talk with Spider, he started to ignore him one day. But the days without talking were a pain for him, pure tìsraw. After almost a year without talking to him, almost after a year of pain, he asked the great mother for answers. 

my child, go talk to that human boy that is so dear to you: You are suffering, feeling pain because you are without him. You maybe think that the feeling you have for him is pure friendship but is not and you know. Don't be in pain, talk to him.

She obviously told it in Na’vi but Neteyam thought it sounded cooler in English. Anyway, he thought for months at what she said; first, he thought he was crazy, the great mother didn't talk directly to anyone, not even the tsahìk, why did she talk to me, almost thirteen-years old Neteyam asked himself every night, maybe I'm her favorite, he concluded. Then the problem was, what she was trying to say? other months passed; he realized one day.

“Dad, can Spider stay for the evening?” Kiri asked their father who maked a nod of approval. 

“Ma Jake, this is the only evening of the week the kids have to spend all together, they should bond not spent time with a demon.” His mother said trying to persuade his father but it was useless he already made out his mind.

“Neytiri I'm sure the kids will have more fun with him, besides I’m relieved when he is around” The olo'eyktan responded, finishing the conversation. 

when the evening came both parents lefted, Neteyam was alone for some minutes before his siblings and best friend arrived, they were all giggling, he was giggling too, without Neteyam, at what was he giggling about? And why his giggles were so pretty to ear?

“Hi ‘Teyam” he simply said lifting his hand to say hello, he said that with such a formal tone. 

Why was he using that tone?

They all seated down, Tuk was showing off her new toys to Spider, he maded amazed sounds looking at those toys. 

he is so good with kids; he actually loves to spend time with them.

Neteyam was seated in front of him, he could watch every move and every smile the boy maded.

He has such a cute smile.

“Tuk stop showing those stupid toys,” Kiri said trying to steal a toy from her sister hands, but Spider blocked her.

he is so strong

“Leave her alone, it is interesting” Spider scolded the younger girl who maded an annoyed sound.

He is right, he defends the others. 

Tuk finished showing off her toys, and Lo’ak maded a sound of happiness, Spider slapped his thigh jokily.  “Can you tell us some of the stories they told you at your school?” Kiri asked. He nodded and got up ready to begging with the story. 

“Much, much time ago, in a country called France, a revolution began to happened...” He started explaining, making sometimes funny voices and poses that maked Neteyam’s younger siblings laugh, and he giggle.

He maked him giggle, he was funny, He was good-looking, and for a fourteen-year-old that was very strange, he was charismatic, he was brave, he was gentle, he was strong, he was good with kids, he defends the others, he was great, he was perfect and for last of all he maded Neteyam heart tremble, he could feel butterflies in his stomach. Fuck, he was in love.

he was in love!? with his best friend? the only guy his mother told him to stay far away to? with a sky person? Fuck how could this happen? what was wrong with Neteyam?

Then he remembered the words of Eywa

You maybe think that the feeling you have for him is pure friendship but is not and you know.

as always, the phrase that maded him think for months was the simplest of them, his love was wanted by Eywa in person, who was he for saying no?

Now was the moment Neteyam needed to talk with Spider, he needed to confess his love. But unlike what he thought it wasn't that simple, He had discovered that after almost two years of ignoring him, and talking to the other only, when necessary, resulted in the human not wanting to do anything with him.

Neteyam tried everything, for his fourteen birthday he invited Spider but the other rejected the invitation saying he had to study for an exam. Then he tried to give him flowers, but they discovered that Spider was deadly allergic to some kind of plant. He tried cooking, but the other had a tummy ache, he tried jewelry but when it was time to give it to the other on his fifteen birthday Neteyam had some much fear of rejection that he runned away from the place.

It was the fifteen year of Jake’s ruling and usually a big party was thrown by the clan, Jake being his big day asked for a lot of things, The most daring was blue fireworks shot in the sky and immediately after them ikran had to take flight and do some crazy stunts. Neytiri did not like the idea, she already hated the fact that humans were going to be there, why those human things too? but Jake could only say that it maked him remember his mother who was a fire killer or something. 

“Your grandma, my mother saved a lot of people, unfortunately, she losted her life when me and your uncle Tommy were only seven” He telled his children when they were little, “Tuk looks a lot like her,” he said making a three-year-old Tuk giggle.

Neteyam was set, that day he was gonna confess one way or the other. 

the day came and he couldn't catch Spider for even a second, he was dragged by everyone, everywhere. Being the oldest he needed to be present, at the party, he needed to be there, his family needed him, he couldn't bring shame.

He finally had some free time before the fireworks, so he beganed his ‘nice little walk’ to find Spider. After almost twenty minutes of nothing, he decided to return, taking a short way that leaded to the party, to his family. 

“Who is there?’” a voice asked from behind a tree, Neteyam could have recognized that voice everywhere, it was the voice of the guy he loved.

“Me, Neteyam,” he said, and Spider came out of where he was hiding, he had an annoyed look on his face. 

was he annoyed because of me?

“Why are you here?” the other asked making Neteyam return to reality, he could think about Spider, he was literally in front of him. 

“I was searching you, the fireworks will begin soon,” he said, and Spider snorted in an irritated tone.

“I'm here let's go,” he said trying to pass the taller one, who grabbed his hand and stopped him. 

“I would like to talk about something to you,” he said and the other snorted again.

“Go ahead” he continued in that tone, making Neteyam’s heart shake. 

what if i ruin everything?

no, he could not think about that, he needed to confess.

“Spider i like you, no... i love you, i think i always had this kind of feelings for you” Neteyam confessed, finally the hard part passed.

or maybe not, because Spider beganed to laugh hysterically.

“You don't love me” He telled still laughing, Neteyam couldn't see his face since he was laughing with his head down.

“Yes i do”

“No, you don’t”

“Yes i do”

“No, you don’t”

“Yes, i-”

“Then why the fuck did you ignore me for two years straight?” he shouted at the other, catching him by surprise since moments ago he was laughing, “do you have any idea of what i felt like? the only person i loved one day started to ignore me” Tears were scrolling down his face.

Neteyam putted his hands on Spider’s shoulders trying to calm him down, then he realized. “You love me?”

“Since the day Tuk born, i felled in love when you picked her up and said that you were going to always protect her, i felled at that moment for you” Spider confessed, he was now leaning on Neteyam who was stroking his hair. “Why did you start ignoring me?”

“My mother ordered me, i was eleven and she ordered me to not come closer, she said i was the future leader, and i couldn’t brought shame on the the family by staying with you, so I walked away, but everyday i speted without you was like torture, one day at twelve i asked Eywa what was going on with me, why so much pain. She told me that i was meant to be with you, so little by little i tried to come closer to you again, like that time i cooked those things” he confessed to Spider who chuckled at the last part. 

“Do a Brough shame to you? Are you ashamed of me?” Spider asked and Neteyam lowered himself to look at the boy in the face. 

“How can you bring shame to me? you are perfect” he responded and Spider looked up.

Their eyes meted.

Spider removed his mask and he began to kiss Neteyam, who returned the kiss.

In the background fireworks were dancing in the sky, Neteyam was where he needed to be at that moment.

Omg i spent three hours writing this lol. Hope you guys liked it, I liked i, sorry for the eventuals errors.

@be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie Hi, I don’t want to disturb and you aren't obligated to read this, but since in that post, you said that there were not problems I said ‘Heh why not?’ if you want to read this, please do it! 

[taetaespeaks]

The Wife / THV part.3

genre : yandere taehyung, failing marriage, mean and cruel protagonists

summery : you five were the nightmares of teachers back in high school, now adults, your cruel and violent temperament doesn’t seem to have change neither does have the obsession taehyung has for you.

warnings : mean protagonists!!!!, smut, s3xual descriptions, strong language, violence, cruelty from the protagonists themselves. here we have an evil y/n. read at your own risk ! this story is hard and violent do not read if you’re sensitive to those topics.

rate : +18 only minors do not interact

<- masterlist ->

It must have been around two hours since you and Taehyung had started your walk around Bangtan Lake, more precisely, the lake in front of your old high school, the place where you always gathered, you, Taehyung, Jimin, Sa ra and Jeongguk to cause trouble to anyone who dared to cross your fiery teenage eyes. You had to admit that you didn't see the time pass, how could you ? As you were walking to the right of the handsome young man with neatly combed brown hair, eyes dark as night but still shining with a chocolate glow that was Kim Taehyung. You found yourself observing him, his lips perfectly drawn, his moles, every single one of them, as if to learn them by heart, only to realize that you had never forgotten them.

"...and do you remember how we became friends?"

Friends? If you and Taehyung had been just friends it would be a fact known by everyone by now. Anyone with a little common sense would notice the somewhat questionable relationship between the two of you, however, your goal was not to simply create a TV drama romance where the sad wife ends up with the so kind and brave best-friend of her mean husband but rather to give you the life you deserved, even if it meant using the boy with a boxy smile that had an old crush on you. You were tired of being restricted to the cold, unwelcoming wall of the Jeon's house. You dreamed of something else. Of passion. Plus, it wasn't like Jeongguk loved you. Realizing that the time was getting rather longer that it should have during your silence, you began to fake thinking about his question, even though you knew the answer pretty well.

"Well, it's complicated. It's a whole series of meetings. First, there was Jimin-" Your eyes sparkled at the mention of the name of your beloved best friend since childhood. Taehyung's heart sank. He looked away from your sweet face, hoping to calm his jealousy as he watched the cherry blossoms, the blue sky reflecting on the lake, and the daffodils moving elegantly in the wind, but nothing could calm the coldness and anger growing in his heart. Deep down he knew that if he could take you away from Jeongguk, you could never forgive him for separating you from Jimin, he was no fool. The pain of being away from him now when he was perfectly healthy just in another country seemed to be already too much for you, so loosing him ? Nah. "We were very young when we met, in elementary school maybe, you should have seen how small Jimin was! Smaller than me." The role of high duchess scorned now abandoned, you let yourself share your memories with your old companion with a fervor that was rare to you. Very rare. "He came from a rich family too, obviously, mother wouldn't have allowed me to hangout with him if he didn't! He came up to me one day in the playground and since then we were inseparable. For a long time, mother thought about marrying me to Jimin. We didn't have any feelings for each other, of course, but we could have put up with it, found an arrangement, not to live together or whatever... In middle school, we met Sa ra. Not at all the kind of people I'm interested in. Always hanging out in front of the tobacconists like a lost soul. Miserable. Plus, her father's business went bankrupt and her mother was a housewife, but Jimin took a liking to her, somehow. He thought she was funny. So the three of us started hanging out. You and Jeongguk came along later, in high school. You were best friends, weren't you?" Taehyung nodded silently. "Rich and handsome. You were immediately adopted. If Jeongguk was quiet, he was far more cruel and violent than me and Jimin had ever been. Sa ra loved him for that! As for you, you were different."

"How so?"

"Softer, strangely enough. Sometimes I wondered what you were even doing around us." Taehyung smiled grimly but didn't explain the reason for his sudden amusement.

"It's true."

"If it wasn't for my attraction for you, you would never have stayed in the group."

"If you say so."

Taehyung knew very well that in this pack of violent teenagers, you had always been the leader, everyone knew that. If you wanted to get him out of the way, you would have, but he wouldn't allow it. He wouldn't. Just like when he had broken the arms and nose of that little Yoongi jerk who wanted to ask you out for prom. You just didn't know about it even though you thought you knew everything.

"Would it make you so happy to see Jimin again?"

"Of course!" The answer came without delay. "Why?"

"I could arrange that." You smiled, slightly.

"How many things can you arrange for me, Kim Taehyung?"

"As many as you ask me."

"And if I asked you to make love to me in your car right now, would you ?”

•••

Slowly, Taehyung lifted your short dress over your hips to your waist, while, with your chest pressed against the back seats of his porsche you waited for the fateful moment of his touch against your skin. Teahyung was taking his time, watching the curves of your ass standing up to him, his pants suddenly becoming horribly tight.

His long, elegant fingers penetrated you with ease, unholy noises escaping from your soaked cunt, waiting for him, already ready to welcome more of his body. He curled his fingers to reach that spot you loved so much making you moan under him. He repeated his action faster, so fast that the ball of pleasure in your stomach began to be felt so early that it came to surprise you. The wetness already dripping down your inner thighs spoke volumes about your excitement.

"You haven't changed. You still love it so much." Taehyung bit his bottom lip, moaning at the sight of your cunt so docile under his touch.

"Tae, fuck me and stop your bullshit."

He obeyed, he always obeyed.

His pants soon on the floor, joining your light black lace thong, Taehyung played with the tip of his cock at the entrance of your pussy closing and opening on air, begging for attention.

"Tae...please."

He slid into you suddenly, wringing a cry of satisfaction from you that made him cry out in pleasure himself. Unable to control himself, he began his unforgivable thrusts, moving in and out of your soaked cunt to the point that the telltale sounds of your flesh slapping against each other became the only thing you could hear. Your wetness running down your legs, now staining his, your cheek pressed against the aching brass of the seats as Taehyung watched in delight your body lunching forwards at any thrust of his as his huge member was penetrating you mercilessly, soaking itself with all your precious juice. You were driving him truly insane.

•••

The sight of the gate of the huge mansion you were struggling to call home brought you back to harsh reality. Taehyung still hadn't saved you from the life you were leading. Your face changed, coming back to coldness and pure evilness.

"Don't sulk. I'll see you soon."

"Yeah, whatever." You answered coldly, disappointed at the sight of the so depressing facts. "Here, you can keep this." Without looking at him, you dropped your thong, still wet with your fluids in his lap, causing him to smile unhealthily at you. Slamming the car door, you staggered back to the villa where you would surely be alone since Jeongguk was probably still in the office fucking one of his whore.

Taehyung smiled, watching you, bringing your underwear to his nose and smelling you. You were everything he had ever wanted, his greatest dream. How could you believe that he had not yet done anything to provide for you? It was only a matter of time before you were his.

•••

The water in your bath was already getting uncomfortably cold when your phone rang. Sigh. You didn't like being alone, you didn't like being with people. What did you like? Wiping your right hand on the nearest towel, you grabbed your phone from the small table where you put your perfumes and brought it to your ear.

"Jeon y/n."

"Gngngn, Jeon y/n, whatever." A slight smile stretched your lips at the sound of your best friend's voice.

"ChimChim, I'm honored to see that you haven't forgotten about me." You say, eyeing your painted nails with disdain.

"Don't start. Work is unforgiving, but you wouldn’t understand. How could you ? I mean, what, you’re probably in your hot tub, you know the one paid by Daddy Jeoncock, as we speak ?” You swallowed a chuckle.

"What do you want, asshole?"

"What do you mean what do I want? Why didn't you tell me?” Your confused silence seemed to annoy him. "Your dear handsome daddy in law owes the company Kim millions! Millions, you hateful bitch!”

You stood there for a moment, dumbfounded, sitting up in the bath suddenly, almost dropping your phone into the water where the foam had already disappeared.

"What are you talking about, Jimin?"

"I'm sending you the article."

A soft bip announced the receipt of the message and as you plunged into reading the article you almost felt your organs clench inside your body. This was not possible! Impossible!

«…Gi Jeon, the famous Korean businessman is facing prison for swindling and abusing employees as well as defaming Kim's company leader Kim Taehyung, and sexually harassing some of the women working under Kim's company. Several million dollars are at stake...»

Slowly, a smile came to rise on your lips. Taehyung. Then a hysterical laugh, louder by the second.

"Fuck, I leave for a few years and my best friend goes completely insane! I should come back within the month to support you, I mean, do you even you realize ? Mama, Jeongguk is in trouble."

"Oh yeah, right ? I know he is."

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sorry for the late uptade, college work and everything yk :/ waiting for your returns tho &lt;3