#but yea in short it's a massive adjustment for both of them

[muzzleroars]

Hi!, now i would like to know how Gabriel reacts to the revived half angelic V1, did he expected his light to work or did he just do it out of pure desperation and without plan?

How would V1 itself react?, some questions ago you said it was in fact scared of death.

(Also, Gabriel doesn't have a soul after falling?, or i understood the giving his light to V1 wrong?)

I hope you have a nice day/night!.

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gabriel has no way of knowing if his idea will work, and he knows very well he isn't welcome in heaven besides - he could be killed before he's even able to enact his plan, especially as he must carry and protect v1's body the entire time. just reaching the gates on his own is no small feat, to cross the waters to mount purgatory and scale its impossible height, to vault over the river lethe with a burden that feels so much heavier than it should. and this is the easy part, the part he knows and meets no resistance in except from the environment itself. but when he breaks down the gates, when he carries his sword in one hand and draws up all the hell energy he can to himself, he knows he's putting everything he has into a plan that could fail...a plan that in fact may be likely to fail. but he has nothing else. he will burn himself out, he will finally feel how heaven itself scorns him and he will die by its hands, if only it gives him the chance to try.

initially, of course, gabriel can only be thrilled when the light takes, though the success isn't instant or obvious. quiet months go by where only a soft little thrum in v1's chassis keeps gabriel's hope alive, no further evidence of his plan working or any revival being imminent. something is in there, but fear that he's given it only stasis creeps in and once again leaves gabriel perpetually covered in a bloom of ice. yet that light is weaving into v1's machinery, it is slowly converting into divine math and taking up residence in the crystals that once made its mind. from living flame to living photons, the two come to understand each other and finally fuse into one, v1 coming back online with a boot sequence utterly incomprehensible to any other machine or angel. the instant is unspeakable in emotion, gabriel stricken still hearing the true whir of life that he had strained to pick up every second of every day since he had succeeded...yet it entirely fades into static when v1's optical lights up. and it moves. the moment exists in a dream-like haze, so ephemeral that he's consumed with an irrational fear that any movement, any utterance from him would collapse the reality in front of him. but v1 is looking at him. it's looking at him for the first time in years. years since it never woke up. years since he sat quietly alone in that bed for days. years since he washed up on the shores of purgatory and a blur takes over. to here, to now. looking at each other. frost closes in on his vision, tunneling into that brilliant blue light until he hears his name break through the roar in his ears.

his name in that funny little synthetic voice.

what can he do but be taken in by rapture, by fantastic ecstasy that flashes dim colors of blue and gold through his shattered, skeletal wings? it remembers him, it embraces him when he comes to it and his body all but collapses as unearthly sobs wrack through it...yet his tears flow freely against v1's warmth. neither of them want to let go, and they're likely held fast for the entire day for fear that this could disappear in an instant despite how hard won it was. but even in that euphoria adjustments need to be made, with v1's new life state quickly commanding both of their attention...as well as the ramifications of a reviving a machine that has died. for gabriel, nothing can dull the absolute wonder of having v1 back, nothing can keep a soft warmth from filling his chest that has been so empty and so cold for so long. v1 is different, and it has a period where it must relearn some things - there are painful, heart-skipping reminders of when its mind was failing, with sudden clumsiness or unexpected shut downs, but it always recovers quickly (though gabriel is a bit fussy in the beginning). otherwise...it's odd to see v1 imbued with the divine, to literally have what he lost centuries ago. it makes him strangely nostalgic, not jealous or regretful in the face of v1's newfound angelic nature, but finding himself lost in wistful memories of the time that was him. he tries not to be too precious about it, but in the beginning it can sometimes be overwhelming, finding himself with unexpected tears. it catches him off-guard when v1 seems to know exactly what it is that causes them before he even does himself - it was never good with emotions, and before v1 would have been bewildered. but not now, not when it feels the emotions of others so fully especially in joy or sadness - those were always gabriel's specialty.

v1 is an uncharted world to itself, its revival an explosion like the start of a new universe. its quantum mind had been scattered across space, impressions left echoing all around it - long and dark and like dreams and nightmares, a consciousness without cohesion. it had no senses, yet it was acted upon and it moved, moved through as a lifeless being webbed between particles that run and run from each other. it was something else, something unthinking yet still somewhere...until they were called home, drawn in and collected by the light put into it. the light rewrote it, yet it bent to it - it rapidly repaired the code within it, it inhabited long silent processors and lit them up once more, careful not burn up its memories, its whole life (though damage is done). but it cannot be fully machine as v1 cannot be fully divine, the two blending together in sometimes imperfect ways. the code doesn't always work, doesn't always make sense, and there are times v1 feels alien to itself, its computer mind flooded with divine information and instinct that it analyzes and disseminates into every part of itself. it's left too with broken, non-memories of the years it lied dead, visions both its computer and angelic mind try to understand and yet achieve nothing with. truly, v1's now become an entity with unknowable expanse that it must reckon with - to experience the death of the machine and return from it, to house the most advanced mind created by humanity and now to contain within those processors light of the most primal fount. it's. overloaded to say the least...yet, it would rather be here now, like this, than gone as it was, gabriel alone as he was. it's burdened, but v1 has always been a being of adaptability and it's never bitter about its resurrection - in fact, it likes hearing gabriel tell the story of how he did it (and he enjoys it too, seeing v1's new wings light up in golds and pinks)

(as far as gabe's soul goes, i consider it to be linked to his light and therefor mostly torn from him when that was stolen. he does retain threads of it despite heaven claiming fallen angels are entirely soulless, though it wouldn't be enough for him to return in any form if he were to die now. v1 therefor now houses the majority of his lost soul, but it has been completely given over to it so that it can live. however, because of who it once was and v1's own love, it still very much has an affinity for gabriel :])

[awkward-gay-bro]

Just A Prank

“Hey guys, I’ve got something pretty funny in store for you today! Andrew aka LAHFW is staying the week at my place while his gets fumigated. We all know how much he loves pranks and magic...and I found a website dedicated to both!” Stuart walked over to his cupboard and pulled out a bottle. “The website is called ‘Presto’ and they guarantee to deliver. I ordered this bottle of ‘Presto: Hair-B-Gone’ and swapped it out for Andrew’s body wash. This should be great!”

“What the hell?!” The sounds of running water in the bathroom came to a halting stop. “Dude what the hell?!” Andrew swung the bathroom door open, glaring at Stuart. He no loner had any hair below his eyes, his body now smoother than the day he was born.”

Still looking at the camera, Stuart chuckled, “Don’t worry, man! It’s just a prank.”

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“Alright guys, Stuart got me pretty bad in that last video. But I found his little website and made an order of mine. He swapped my body wash, so I swapped his!” Andrew lifted two bottles into view, one was the bottle of liquid that had removed all his hair. “This is what he used, so I figured I’d have to do him one better. This bottle is called ‘Double Bubble Bath’ it’s supposed to have some pretty cheeky side effects.”

The shower turned off and the bathroom door slammed loudly. The sounds of dresser doors repeatedly opening and slamming closed came from Stuart’s room and Andrew burst out laughing. “Having some troubles in there bud?”

“I think you know I am!” Stuart yelled back. “I can’t find anything that fits!’

Ten minutes passed, with just the sounds of Stuart grunting in pain as Andrew laughed hysterically. Then suddenly, the door to Stuart’s room opened. 

“Very funny.” Stuart was standing there in a pair of gym shortest that looked three sizes too small. “These shorts were the only thing I could fit in.” 

“I don’t think the camera can see why, why don’t you give us a little twirl?” Stuart followed suit, slowly doing a 360. His rear end had tripled in size, looking comically big on his otherwise fit frame. The fabric was pulled so tight across his cheeks you could tell he couldn’t find any underwear that still fit.

“I’m going to have to get a whole new wardrobe until this wears off. You know this means war.”

“It’s just a prank, right?”

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“So Andrew took these pranks to a whole new lever, so I really had to step up my game. Lucky for me, I found the perfect thing on ‘Presto’ to knock him down a peg.” As Stuart backed away from the camera, his massive new rear end knocked over the chair behind him. “Oh, sorry guys, this thing still hasn’t gone down.” He leaned down to pick up the chair, unintentionally showing off his bouncing cheeks in the tightest pair of khakis he could fit into. The pants split straight down the middle, showing his underwear to the camera as the video cut away. 

The video cut back, and Stuart was now wearing a tight pair of running leggings. “We’re about to go for a run and I slipped something special from ‘Presto’ into his shoes. They’re called ‘Any Flats Soles.’ The description online said they’ll make any pair of shoes into the perfect flats, guaranteed to help you look shorter in any outfit.” Turning his face away from the camera, Stuart yelled, “You almost ready for our run?”

“Yeah, I just can’t find my running shoes. Have you seen them?” Andrew said from off camera. 

“They’re in the hall by the backdoor!” Stuart grabbed the camera and took it with him as he walked to the hall to watch his prank unfurl. He got there just in time to see Andrew tying his laces. 

“Why do you have the camera, what did you do?” But Andrew’s question was quickly answered as he dropped inch by inch, step by step. By the time he’d walked over to Stuart he was now craning his head to make eye contact with the man he’d previously had to look down at. 

“Oh gosh, you’re not even eye level with my shoulders now!” Stuart stuck out his hand and tousled Andrew’s hair. “We better get going! With those short legs this run is going to be way longer.”

Andrew lifted his shirt up, which was hanging to his knees, “I don’t think I’m going to make it very far unless I change.”

“Sucks when you have to buy new clothes,” Stuart turned to his side, showing off his gargantuan mounds in the tight leggings, “You’re probably going to have to check out the children’s section little guy. Don’t worry, it’s just a prank.”

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“So you guys know Stuart and I are in a little bit of a prank war right now, and I definitely got the short end of the stick thanks to his latest video. He’s been calling me little ever since, so I have a little surprise of my own for him.” Andrew lifted up a tank top that looked massive next to his shrunken frame. “This is Stuart’s muscle tank he usually wears to work out. I swapped it out with a very special tank-top I got from ‘Presto.’ Shout out to ‘Presto,’ guys. They caught wind of our feud and actually sent this one free of charge!”

Andrew climbed down off of the stepping stool he’d placed in front of the camera. With his whole body in frame it was clearly visible he was wearing women’s work out sweats, the only ones that would fit right on his new proportions. “You might be noticing the wardrobe, Stuart offered to pick me up some clothes. I’m gonna go grab Stuart, hopefully we don’t miss the show.” Walking away from the camera it became visible the word “Sexy” written in glittery gold was stretched across Andrew’s perky little bubble.

“I’m heading out to my work-out, what do you need to show me,” Stuart said as they walked back into the view of the camera. 

“This should only take a second. Oh, the tag is still on your tank, let me get that for you!”

Andrew reached up and pulled the tag off Stuart’s top. “What I’ve had this tank for yea-” The second the tag left his tank Stuart’s body deflated like a balloon letting the air out. Every muscle on his body shrunk down until he was supply smooth all over. The only thing part of his body that didn’t shrink was the ghetto booty that jutted out from his now stick thin body. 

“What did you put on my tank-top?”

“That’s not your muscle tank, I swapped it out for a ‘Presto Muscle-less Tank’.”

“Dude. I just got new clothes.”

“It’s just a prank.”

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“Okay, after our latest pranks both Andrew and I needed new clothes.  So I went out on another wardrobe run. That gave me the perfect opportunity for my next prank. He’s getting dressed now, so...let’s go see the results!”

Andrew walked out of his room, wearing a pair of women’s jeggings. “Real funny man, did you throw out all my underwear? This was the only thing I could find.” He rolled down his waistband just enough to show off the top off a metallic pink thong. “I’d rather wear my baggy old boxers then this.”

“Well I had to be sure you’d put them on, things feeling roomier?”

“What does that mean? Oh no, what are these supposed to do?” Andrew fled down the hall to examine himself off screen. 

“That was a pack of shrinky-dink thongs! You can probably guess at what those do.” Stuart laughed hysterically as Andrew shouted from off screen. 

“That’s way too far!”

“It’s just a prank!”

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“Well, for some reason youtube demonetized both of us, so here we are on onlyfans. Get your mind out of the gutter, though! We are still all about the pranks. But this new prank I’ve got is definitely going to be worth the subscription.” Andrew pulled up what looked a normal bottle of baby powder. Before he could explain what it was, Stuart snuck up from behind him. 

“What are you doing?” Andrew yelled out. But Stuart wrestled him to the grown. Even without his muscles, he still outweighed Andrew at his diminutive new size. Stuart pinned Andrew to the ground and pulled out the ‘Muscle-less Tank’. Stuart maneuvered so he was sitting against Andrew’s chest shoving the tank over the smaller man’s head.  Andrew struggled to no avail. As soon as Stuart pulled both of his hands through the armholes the tank did its thing. Andrew’s muscles faded away almost instantly, but Stuart wasn’t done. He pulled out the bottle of ‘Double Bubble Bath’ and poured it onto the quickly thinning man. 

As soon as Stuart stood up, Andrew jumped to his feet and ran to his room. His ever expanding ass swaying as he ran. When he emerged from his room he dived straight for Stuart’s feet, shoving the ‘Any Flats Soles’ into his shoes. Even if though he could just get the tip of the soles in, they worked their magic. Stuart quickly started to shrink down until him and Andrew were on even footing. When they were looking eye to eye, Andrew tried to yank down Stuart’s slacks, but they were caught on his massive posterior. Andrew quickly changed gears and shoved the ‘Shrinky-Dink Thong’ into the pouch of Stuart’s underwear. With how strained his slacks were, the new adjustments to Stuart’s manhood were on full display, even though his clothes were now baggy everywhere else.

Stuart’s body hair started to fall out every below his eyebrows. “When did you?”

“I filled the pouch of the thong!”

Stuart tackled Andrew to the ground as Andrew’s phone started to ring. The phone fell out of his pocket as the two fell to the ground, sliding across the floor the momentum swiped to answer. 

“Hey Andrew, it’s Danny! I’m excited for our video today, I’m about five minutes away. Are you there? I can’t hear you. Sorry I must have bad service. Either way, see ya soon dude.”

As they were rolling around on the ground Andrew remembered the most recent prank he was going to pull. He jumped up to grab the powder and the label ‘Gay-by Powder’ became visible to the camera. Before he could get it opened Stuart tackled him to the ground and wrestled the bottle out of his hands. They continued rolling around on the ground, each wrestling the bottle out of the other’s hand before either could get it open. 

Danny knocked on the front door but no one answered. He’d known Andrew long enough though to feel comfortable letting himself in. But what he saw inside wasn’t the Anderw he knew. Instead, he saw two slim yet thicc men rolling around on the floor, fighting over something he couldn’t make out. When the two guys flipped positions, and he could see their faces, he was taken aback that it was Andrew and Stuart wrestling on the ground. 

“What the hell happened to you two?” 

Stuart was startled by the sudden shock of being caught in this compromising position, and Andrew took full advantage, grabbing the bottle. He couldn’t get the bottle to open with his dainty new hands, so he put his whole body into it. The force of it finally opening shot the powder all over the room, coating all three men. 

As the powder cleared, the two little twinks writhing on the ground had climbed to their feet. Danny was no longer looking down on the men with shock, but with lust. The twinks first locked eyes with each other before turning their cute faces up to the young jock standing between them. Danny took charge of the situation and ripped the slacks pants off both the other men. He pulled the little twinks into his arm as his pats began to tent. 

“I don’t know what this is,” Danny grabbed each of the twinks by their jiggling cheeks, “but I think I’m going to have a handful with the two of you.” He leaned down and planted a kiss on Stuart’s rosy lips, as he slipped a finger into Andrew’s crevice. Pulling his face away, he whispered, “Not that I’m complaining, but what’s going on?”

“It’s just a prank,” Andrew said between moans. “Good thing we’re on only fans.” Andrew sat the empty container on the desk by the camera, and the label came clearly into focus. “Warning: Do not mix Presto Products. Mixing products may permanently extend the effects.”

[creepytoes88]

Vinnie smut

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I could feel Vinnie’s hot breath on the back of my neck as my back was pushed against his hard chest. Vinnie’s right hand wrapped tightly around the inside of my thigh sandwiched between both of my legs. I can feel his hip bones pushing into my backside, making it so hard to breath normally. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, my mind starts to wonder to those forbidden places.

I let out a sigh the ungodly things I would let him do to me taking over my mind “GOD I need help.” I took a deep breath before I looked at the clock on Vinnie’s night stand “I can’t wake him up he has photo shoot in a couple hours” I think to myself. I close my eyes trying to fall asleep but I couldn’t stop thinking about the way his warm hands and cold rings felt against my skin and how his soft plump lips would feel trailing down my stomach. I shot my eyes open before letting out a sigh and cuddling deeper into Vinnie I turned around so my head was buried in his chest.

“I could just breathe his sweet scent all day..” I think to myself before I even realize what I was doing I rested my icy cold hand on his warm jaw rubbing his cheek. Vinnie let out gasp, eyes shooting open “Are you ok, princess?” he whisper shouts not being able to see me in the pitch black room “y-yea I’m sorry I didn’t mean to wake you up baby“ I said as I thread my fingers through his hair “No you’re not, what’s wrong sweetie please tell me.” Vinnie asks worried as he wraps his warm arms around my waist I could feel his cock against my thigh and his sweet voice caught me off guard I couldn’t help it and let out a soft moan softly tugging on his hair.

Almost immediately I felt him start to get stiff against my legs I let out a slightly louder moan at the idea of Vinnie actually fucking me right now he instantly shoved 2 of his long fingers in my mouth making me choke a little in shock. My eyes widen as I look up at him “I should have known that you were just hungry for my dick” he says as he kisses down my neck “I’m right aren’t I slut” he grunts in my face. He flips me so my back is against his chest again and pushes his massive clothed cock against my thong “covered” ass. I let out a whine letting him know I’m ready now no foreplay needed, I suck his fingers that are in my mouth he would occasionally push his fingers deeper hitting the back of my throat making me choke every now and then.

“Answer me slut“ he grunts as he takes the fingers out of my mouth to lightly smack my left cheek. I moan at the stinging sensation “Y-YES DADDY!!” "I’m s-s-sorry” I let out in gasps and stutters. Vinnie just chuckles sending shivers straight down my spine I could feel the goose bumps rising on my skin and the blush creeping on my cheeks. I’m so thankful he can’t see me in his dark ass room “tell daddy want you want Princess” he says as he caresses my bottom lip with his thumb, nibbling on my earlobe “your b-big cock daddy.” I whine out “ ah-ah-ah what are the magic words princess” Vinnie says as he sits up so he can have better access to my body.

I could practically visualize the smirk on his face just by the sound of his voice, no lights needed. I blushed again, is it worth it? I think to myself is it worth the short lived embarrassment that is just going to inflate his ego more “I’m waiting princess I still wanna get some sleep before the shoot tomorrow” Vinnie says as he starts fiddling with the hem of the tank top I’m wearing and his other hand rubs the inside of my thigh as he sits on his knees, I could feel his eyes scanning my body. Fuck I can’t do this I’m going to explode and he barely even touched me yet GOD of course its fucking worth it what am I thinking. “Pretty Please daddy will you fuck me with your big cock!!” I let out in a shout as Vinnie smacks the inside of my thigh a couple times making me let out a Loud groan, I could feel my wetness tripping down on the bed sheets even with my panties on “mmm whatever you want princess.”

Vinnie says in a sexy, raspy voice and he pulls my top over my head and rips my panties right off my body “ VINNIE THOSE WERE MY FAVORITE PAIR!!?!” I shouted still very turned on but slightly pissed “I’ll buy you a hundred pairs of underwear if you shut the fuck up and let me make you feel good.” Vinnie states with confidence “try not to wake the entire neighborhood ok” he says as he pushes his head into my neck Vinnie’s hands hold my hands and hips to the bed making it very difficult for me to move and grind against his bulge. Vinnie trails his lips slowly down nipping and sucking on random spots slowly driving me crazy I began to let out soft moans, I feel Vinnie’s lips trailing between my breast with out warning he grabs ahold of my right nipple with his teeth bitting it softly. Enough to feel good but hard enough to make me let out a loud unexpected moan Vinnie licks and sucks on my bud for awhile before repeating on my left nipple.

I was so focused on the feeling of his mouth on my nipples I didn’t even realize he moved my hands so they were above my head before I could react Vinnie pushes his middle and ring finger knuckle deep into my heat spreading his fingers as much as he could. As he thrusts them into me repeatedly at a fast pace, His thumb rubbing my clit in tiny circles as I let out moans and whimpers “are you daddy’s little slut?!” He says against my upper stomach I could feel the vibrations in my tummy “YES DADDY IM YOUR SLUT” “such a good girl for me princess, I think you deserve a treat.” Vinnie let’s go of my hands and moves so he’s head is between my legs he grabs my legs and throws them over his shoulders he immediately wraps his hands around my thighs so I can’t move.

“AH please baby I need it so bad” I say in a whiny voice Vinnie dives his head down sucking on my clit with no mercy his tongue plunging in and out of my dripping pussy I couldn’t help but scream his name it felt so good. “VINNIE! YESSS DADDY MORE PLEASE!!” I was no stranger to having sex with Vinnie but I swear everytime we have sex it’s like the first time but it only gets better and better I could feel the knot beginning to form. I run my fingers in Vinnie’s hair pulling at the roots and pushing him deeper into me I open my eyes to get a good look at him to see his beautiful hazel eyes staring right back at me. Full of lust and adornment I throw my head back in a pure fit of pleasure begging for Vinnie to just fuck me already. Before I can do or say anything I release on Vinnie’s Gorgeous face I let out I few more moans and I feel Vinnie pull away he smashes his lips into mine and I can taste my self on his lips I groan in response grabbing his strong shoulders digging my nails in to the flawless skin of his back Vinnie looks down at me “oh I’m not done yet sweetie” Vinnie slaps the inside of my thighs and the sides of my ass a couple time as I cry out in pleasure at the sweet stinging sensation that comes with it.

Vinnie pulls down his boxers revealing his massive cock Vinnie is a beautiful man there is no denying that and his cock is no different my mouth starts watering at the thought of sucking his on perfect balls( ball sucking simulator🤌😎 either you get it or you don’t lol) and him ramming his thick cock down my throat till he finally spills over. I go to grab his bulge and he slaps my hand away “not a chance I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re not gonna be able to fucking walk straight for a month!” I moan at the thought of what he just said Vinnie pulls his boxers down and he wraps one of his large hands around my neck and the other on my boob. Vinnie rubs his tip against my clit making me whine and moan “beg for it bitch” vinnie says in a airy tone “pllllease daddy fuck me I need it now” I gasp “What was that princess I don’t think I heard you correctly ?”

“ p-p-PLEASE DADDY I NEED IT!!” I heard Vinnie chuckle before rubbing his cock between my folds “need what princess?” Vinnie ask again playing dumb “YOUR BIG COCK DADDY PLEASE I CANT-!” Vinnie pushes into me before I can finish my sentence, he pushes faster then normal making me let out a whine, he’s so big! I always have to adjust to his size I moan as he hits balls deep making me arch my back pushing my chest to his. Vinnie let’s out a soft moan as my walls tighten around his cock “ M-move Daddy!” I moan loudly my hands rushing to his unruly curly hair I tug on the roots and wrap my legs around his waist and Vinnie let’s out quite literally the hottest sound he’s ever made. “F-FUCK baby you’re soo tight!” Vinnie pants and moans as he shifts around to get him self more comfortable before almost pulling all the way out before slamming right back in to me “OH GOD VINNIE, MORE PLEASE , YOU FILL ME UP SO GOOD DADDY!!”

I shout I wanted to hear him make more of those delicious sounds the thought of Vinnie’s moans and pants making me tighten around his cock once again making him release a loud moan. I throw my head back in pure ecstasy feeling him pound in over and over again hitting spots I didn’t even know existed until I met Vinnie. I let out strings of nonsense the pleasure taking over my mind and body my eyes closed and all I could think about was how good Vinnie felt grazing my g spot every-time he pushed in and the sound of skin slapping skins, his pants and moans driving me absolutely crazy even the feeling of his balls bouncing off my ass cheeks every time he thrusted in ( I’m fucking dead lol 😭) making my mind melt. I could feel the knot in my stomach beginning to come together again and as if Vinnie knew he flips me over so my face is in the pillows and my ass is in the air. Vinnie slaps my left ass cheek I let out a whimper before pushing back on him and letting out a moan Vinnie groans and rubs my ass cheeks “count them whore” he slaps my right cheek this time “two!” Another one on my left “Three!” Vinnie then smacks both of them at the same time a couple times in a row.

I let out loud moans I know I’ll have hand prints tomorrow but it’s so worth it “you like that huh baby” he laughs and kisses my shoulder blades rubbing my ass I moan and I start to feel the knot break before I could even say anything Vinnie cut in “Don’t you fucking dare cum yet Bitch!” “PLEASE VINNIE I CAN’T HO-O-LD IT MUCH L-LONGER!” “I said fucking hold it slut!” He grunts as he grabs ahold of my hair pulls back on it so my head is facing up and smacks my face once or twice “ OH FUCK YES DADDY HIT ME AGAIN PLEASE!” “You like it when daddy hits you princess?” He asks as more of a statement then a question knowing damn well I love it “PLEASE AGAIN DADDY” Vinnie smacks me on my thigh this time significantly harder then he did on my face. I moan as my back arch’s into him as I start thrusting back towards Vinnie he starts rubbing my clit in circles again “you want me to put my babies in you beautiful” OH YES DADDY PLEASE CUM IN ME!” I let out more moans and gasps as he thrusts so hard and deep into me I can’t hold it anymore.

I let out the loudest moan I have ever made “DADDY YESSSS” it felt like a balloon popped in my stomach I was shaking from the pleasure still coursing through my veins. My nerves shot as I was basically falling asleep at this point I feel Vinnie’s hips snapping against my ass a couple more times before I feel him release inside of me I hear Vinnie let out a deep moan and a grunt “IM SORRY DADDY I COULDN’T HOLD IT ANYMORE!!” Vinnie flips me over while still inside of me. My eyes still clamped shut from pleasure and sleepyness, also partly because I don’t want to see the disappointment on his face. Oh how wrong I was “Look at me princess” Vinnie says softly pushing my hair out of my face. I open my eyes at the sound of his voice to see his beautiful face with a proud smirk displayed perfectly on his face.

Vinnies eyes then leave mine to look down where the two of us meet. I slowly trail my eyes down the same path as my lover to see just how big of a mess I made “Princess you never told me you are a squirter?!” “That’s because I never knew I could. None of my past boyfriends made me do THAT before!” I said with a giggle “well how did it feel” Vinnie asks as he pulls out watching as both mine and his cum runs out licking his lips before leaning down to clean up the mess he made “ S-So good daddy...so good” I said as I push my hips against his face and throw my head back so much for getting some more sleep I guess.

[shaydeoffical]

Multi-Ending Haikyuu Camping Trip, Soulmate Au, Chubby/Insecure Reader!

Bio: In a world where your soulmate’s name will randomly appear on your wrist during a full moon. (Y/n) discovers that, not only does she know her soulmate, but he’s on the same camping trip with her.

Author’s note: Thank you to @alesipanic​ for helping me edit this one <3 . Also any tw are in the tags. 

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 “This was a great idea,” Kuroo finished staking down the tent, and I let the peg go. What was going to be Kenma, Kuroo, and I going on a small camping trip turned into a massive party. Kenma invited Hinata, Kuroo invited Tsuki (who has to bring Tadashi), and Bokuto was coming if Hinata and Kuroo were here, so of course, Akaashi also tagged along. I invited my best girlfriend from college who, wisely, declined. Bokuto and Hinata were on a small break from their team, and classes weren’t in session, so it made sense for us all to hang out. Though camping might have been a more significant task than we initially planned, it'd be fun.

   “I just hope we packed everything.” I stood up and wiped my brow, sweat pooling down my forearm. While I wasn’t in the position to complain, considering that Kuroo and Bokuto carried my bags up the mountain, the hike was grueling. Even Hinata was strained after dragging Kenma the second half.

   “Well, I did make a list,” Tsukishima pushed up his glasses and grinned. “If we don’t have something, it's not my fault. You’re the forgetful one here, (Y/n).” My mouth fell open, and I sputtered.    

   “Tsuki, don’t start a fight this early in the trip.” Tadashi sat down the firewood. The two soulmates were balanced out for sure, Tadashi kept Tsuki in line, while Tsuki kept him fired up. Still, Tsuki wasn't so easily persuaded.

   “Remember what happened the last time you made (Y/n) cry.” Kuroo draped his arm around my shoulders, squeezing my speechless frame to him. Kuroo's sweat mixed with mine, at least I wasn't the only one overheating.

   “If you are proposing a rematch, I’ll win this time.” Tsuki crossed his arms and was enjoying the banter. While they did that, I was mentally going over everything I packed. Of course, I remembered the bug spray, sunscreen, medicine, and extra batteries….my power box for my phone.

   “Just apologize, and I’ll school you after dinner.” Kuroo purred, squeezing my arm, resting his head on my shoulder.

   “I’m sorry, your Highness.” My eyes widened, sweat reappearing on my forehead. Tsuki conceded, but I didn’t care at that point.

   “Thank you, but I did forget something,” I admitted, biting my lip, looking at the dirt. “I need to check my bags.”

   “What was it?” Tadashi asked, following me to the pile.

   “I brought extra sunscreen, that’s the most important thing,” Kuroo assured me, helping me dig through my bags.

   “I forgot my charging bank. But I remembered all the stuff on the list.” My clothes were strewn all over the tarp we laid out for the bags. “Shit, I’m so fucking stupid,” I growled at myself undoing my nightgown, my undies rolling out.

   “Granny panties uh.  So you already gave up on finding your soulmate.” Tsuki loved to get under my skin, while Kuroo, Akaashi and Bokuto schooled Tsuki in my honor, I was his favorite target. Tadashi hit his chest, folding my clothes back as I rummaged deeper.

   “If my soulmate wants to buy me lacey panties, I’d still wear these. I’m Top enough to be proud of my undies. We all know Tadashi tops you when the doors are closed, so that doesn’t give you a right to judge.”  I smirked, twirling my panties around my finger before shoving them back in my bag.

   “Roasted,” Kuroo backed me up, shifting through the cans of bug spray, hoping to find my box.

   “At least I’m getting some,” Tsuki huffed, not letting it go.    

   “I could get it if I wanted,” I lied. Not only was I plus size, but I was awkward around strangers. This didn’t mean I couldn’t get some, it just was hard enough when I had to find a chubby chaser, someone willing to date before finding their soulmate and not be a shy mess. Being around Kenma and Kuroo brought my confidence as a child, and it opened the doors for me to have so many friends. Yet, I wanted affection and attention in that romantic way.

   “It’s fine, we are supposed to be disconnecting from tech. I’ll turn my phone off to use for emergencies.” Tadashi reasoned, changing the subject.

   “I’ll do the same,” Kuroo set up the cans of spray and sunblock on the little table we brought to make things easier. Before Tsuki started annoying me, he was setting it up in front of the tent. “(Y/n), do you want to go check on Kenma and Hinata?”

   Silently I thanked Kuroo for an out. “Yea, those two are probably halfway down the river right now.” Dusting off my knees, I adjusted my shorts and held my head high, walking into the woods.

   “Other way,” Kuroo giggled, knowing I was beyond hopeless.

   “I was just testing you two.” I fired back, keeping my hands to my side. “Ah, forget it.”

   The best part of camping in this spot was that it was secluded. Most people didn’t bother trekking up the mountain when there was a road a few miles down. That was the plus of having athletic friends, they were able to be workhorses and carry our stuff. While we hadn’t been camping together before, I knew that if Kenma and Kuroo could do it, the others could too.

   We were on the flat part of the mountain top, but down the other side of the mountain was a river. Kenma and Hinata were sent to get us some water for washing up and doing dishes. When I finally skid down the hill, I saw Hinata swimming and Kenma on his game station, the buckets filled with water on the side.

   “It’s not time to goof,” I caught their attention, giggling as Hinata jumped on the dock, his clothes swallowing him like a drowned rat.  

   “Hey, (Y/n),” Kenma motioned for me to look over his shoulder. He was playing Animal Crossing. “Where should I put this bed?”

   “I like the bed in the center of the room, it makes me feel rich.” I put in my two sense, squatting down and resting my head on his shoulder. He put the bed down, then went to another empty room.

   “That won’t go with the flow of the bedroom. But that gives ideas me an idea for your room.” He explained, opening the design tool going to the side room. He pulled out an elegant bed and sat in the middle then put down some pastel wallpaper and flooring.

   “Now look who’s slacking.” Hinata wrung out his shirt and joined me in watching Kenma decorate.

   “It’s not slacking, it’s interior design,” I giggled, loving how Kenma was adding my favorite in-game animals to the table. “Besides, what the other’s don’t know won’t hurt them.”

   “Don’t know what?” Someone leaned their head on my shoulder, and I bounced up and around, knocking into them.

   “Bokuto, eh we were,” I covered Kenma with my body so he could save and hide his game. Hinata scurried over to the buckets.

   “You three were playing video games while we were gathering supplies.” Akaashi clicked his tongue, but I could see the slight smirk on his lips. He was standing up on the incline and definitely had the high ground.

   “We got water,” Hinata shot back, pointing to the pails. “We were just helping Kenma design.”

   “It’s going to evaporate if you don’t get it back to camp, the sun is almost at its highest point.” Akaashi had a bundle of wood under his arm, and Bokuto had the ax leaned up against a tree not too far from us.

   “Not to mention you’re drenched.” Bokuto laughed, hands on his hips. There was a thick layer of perspiration all over his body. He was one to talk about being wet.

   “I was supposed to keep them in line, but I got distracted,” I admitted, helping Kenma to his feet. “Let’s all go back together, yea?”

   “Yea,” Akaashi agreed, eyes lingering on me for some reason.

   “Oh yea, yea.” Bokuto grabbed the ax and a bucket of water. The focus shifts from me to finish the trio of yea’s.

   “Oh yea, yea, yea.” I sighed, resting a hand on my hip. “I’m not Kuroo, but I tried.”

   “Let’s hurry back,” Hinata changed the subject, grabbing two buckets. Kenma took one, and I grabbed the last pail. They were three-gallon buckets and not easy to manage.  Still, we had to get it back to camp.

   As we commenced going back uphill, I began to fall to the rear, as usual, it was either that or start to pant like a dog. I wasn’t the only one struggling, but I was the slowest and most unsure of where I was stepping and what I was stepping on.

   “We don’t need to rush,” Kenma slowed down to be beside me and nodded in solidarity. Bokuto and Hinata were racing to the top, spilling water as they went.

   “You are wasting it.” Akaashi reduced his pace to walk with us. “Those two have one brain cell between them.”

   “That’s a fair assessment,” Kenma shifted his bucket the other hand, and I did the same. The plastic around the wire handle not doing much in terms of ergonomics.

   “How was the advanced lit class?” Akaashi and I were in a similar field of study in school, and we had classes together often. So we were regular study buddies, but not this past semester.

   “It’s was challenging but not as hard as 396.” I could see the camp just ahead of us. Taking a deep breath, I pushed harder.

   “So less papers about unrequited love.” Akaashi determined, pushing his hair back. A bead of sweat sliding down his chin.

   “In essence, but to be fair, the 396 professor was just bitter, their soulmate rejected them.” I sat the bucket down with the others by the table.

   “Who rejected their soulmate?” Hinata piped up, handing me one of the bottles of drinking water.

   “Our professor.” Akaashi also got a bottle and downed it with one long swig.

   “What a nightmare,” Tadashi chimed in, holding Tsuki closer on his lap. They both were cuddling by the fire pit.

   “Was he mean or something?” Hinata pushed it further.

   “From the rumors, it was a petty reason like he was already balding or she was in love with a model.” I summarized, applying more sunscreen to my shoulders. “It made him a bitter man, who had an affinity for assigning tragic readings. In one semester, we read more books about soulmates never meeting or breaking up, to make up for a lifetime.”

   “Hamlet was a hard one,” Akaashi added, stretching his back.

   “Ophelia deserved better,” I sighed, remembering Hamlet being too preoccupied with other things to love her. “To be or not to be my ass.”

   “Let’s have happier thoughts.” Tadashi clapped his hands, going over to grab the fire starting kit.  “How about we celebrate setting up camp by lighting the fire and cooking up some lunch?”

   “Sounds like a plan,” Kuroo grabbed the hot dogs from the cooler.

   “Let’s get a seat.” Kenma tugged me to the logs that had been left by other campers, and we took our seat. Kuroo sat by Kenma, both of us leaning over his shoulder to watch him fish in animal crossing.

   “So when are we setting up the net?” Hinata picked up the volleyball and swirled it between his hands.

   “After we eat, we can go to the river and work on that.” Kuroo was always worried about us, making sure we were eating and staying hydrated. Even as a child, he’d often split his lunch with me when my mom would ‘forget’ to pack one for me. Later on, he just started to bring another bento for me. He always had my best interests at heart. He also worried over Kenma, that’s why I hoped he’d be my soulmate. Kuroo cared about everyone and took excellent care of me. While I wasn’t stereotypically beautiful, he always made me feel that way.  

   If my soulmate wasn’t Kuroo, I’d want them to be someone like him. I’d be okay if my soulmate was Kenma too, we’d get along just fine and play games all day. Or Akaashi, he was a little shy like me, but I could learn to be the outgoing one. Bokuto would be an okay spouse, he had a lot of energy, and definitely made for an excellent dance partner, he was just passionate. Hinata, well he was the one I knew the least, but he reminded me of Bokuto, but stable. Why did this turn into me thinking about my soulmate among my single friends? It didn’t matter; my soulmate was probably miles away, dating a pretty girl and living their best solo life.

   Deep inside my gut, I knew I’d be single for life. Kenma or Kuroo would take pity on me and let me live with them and their partner. I’d grow old and write the tragic books I spent all last year reading. Still, there was a flame lightly flickering in my chest, I could still keep dreaming for a better ending. It didn't have to be so tragic.

[aurora-the-kunoichi]

For The Love Of Shell - Chapter Forty Five

Another installment of my bullshit! It’s looonnnggg too!

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It was the soft chirping of birds that awoke Leo first, stretching his long limbs above his head he yawned having had the best sleep he had in almost a year. The scent of their activities still lingered in the air and when he moved his arm over the large bed Leo the spot next to him empty and cool. Lurching up from bed he looked to the spot Aurora laid a few hours ago still crumbled from the weight of her body.

“Damnit.”

 She had left sometime in the early morning leaving him alone and unaware of her departure. Letting a heavy sigh leave him Leo flopped back down on the bed groaning in frustration. He had hoped that……who was he kidding, what did he really expect? That an apology and a few orgasms would set everything right in one night? Being alone this morning without so much as a goodbye was what he should have expected. But it didn’t make it hurt any less. Last night was more than miraculous, having her in his arms again, kissing her, hearing his name fall blissfully from her lips again was everything he had wanted, everything that he missed.

 Short lived as it was Leo would savor last night’s memory until the end of his days. He had just hoped it wouldn’t be the last time he would get to enjoy her in that way. He wanted forever.

 The walk of shame back to the healer’s quarters was agonizing. Once he entered through the threshold of the healer’s quarters Leo found his two youngest brothers sitting next to Raph who was now strong enough to sit up in bed. Thank god for the mutagen that coursed through their veins. As they saw him enter Donnie and Mikey jumped to their feet running towards their leader bombarding him with questions.

 “Where have you been?” Donnie questioned pulling his eldest back to Raphael.

 Mikey grumbled behind his brothers as the genius guided him towards their recovering brother. “We were worried sick about you!”

 Reaching the hothead Leo watched his younger brother eye him up and down as if he were gauging his current mood. Then Raph closed his eyes and Leo saw his nostrils flare and his tongue dart from his mouth. Ever so slowly Raph’s lips curling into a devilish grin. “I can smell her on ya fearless, you didn’t do what I think you did, did ya? Because that could possibly make things worse with her.”

 Donnie cocked his head giving both his brothers a puzzled look, “What are you talking about? Smell who on Leo?” Leaning towards his older brother Donnie scented the air around him and released an uncharacteristic growl. “Oh…” his three fingered hand came to rest over his mouth startled by his animalistic reaction.

 Mikey shrugged his shoulders copying Don and Raph and they watched their little bother’s eye dilate releasing his own deep rumble. “Aurora.”

 Raphael adjusted himself to face his red-faced brother. “Ya had sex with Aurora last night.”

 Donnie’s brown orbs flashed with anger; his mouth snapping shut in a thin line. Mikey’s baby blues burned into his soul showing disappointment in his brothers’ inability to take things slow. Their icy glares made him want to hide in his shell, something he hadn’t done since he was a child.

  “How could you have been so careless? Where is she now?” his genius brother growled angrily at his eldest for the first time in his life, the vibrations of his reprimand giving Leo goosebumps of shame.

 “I…I don’t know, she was gone when I woke up.” Leo felt so small right now with his three brothers glowering at him. Did he ruin everything by going to her room last night? He was the one who broke her heart, and he went to her room. But he had gone in fully intent on just talking to her, to apologize, hoping to repair some of the damage he had done a year ago. Sex had not been the plan. They had fought together; she had saved Raph and his lives. He thought it was a good change to mend fences, did he just mess it all up?

 “I can’t believe you did something so irresponsible Leo? You entered into her room in the middle of the night after an emotional battle. Did you actually think she would be able to tell you no? You broke up with her Leo, knowing full well she is still in love with you!” Donnie’s posture was tense, his fists clenched but he was looking down at the floor unable to look his brother in the eye.

 The last sentence stung, and Leo grew slightly angry himself. “I’m in love with her too you know! I didn’t plan on having sex with her; I just went in there with the intent on just talking and telling her I was sorry and that I still loved her. She had been avoiding me like the plague since we first saw her, I just needed to get her alone, to explain things. One thing led to another and it just…happened.”

 “Sex doesn’t just happen bro.” Mikey cut in dropping down next to Raph, his arms folded over his chest.

 The turtle in red grumbled testing his wound with a tentative push of his two fingers. “If you forgot Leo, we all love her, she’s not just yours…...” Letting out a frustrated huff Raphael pinched the bridge between his eyes. “All I know is it better not be another year before we see her again because you couldn’t keep it in your pants oh fearless leader.”

 Soon Gyoji and Master Splinter made their way into the large room. Gyoji stopped a few feet from the brothers while Splinter moved next his eldest.

 “My son,” He started. “Your brothers were worried when you disappeared last night. They insisted coming to find you, but I told them you would return when you had finished with what you felt you needed done. By the look on your faces, I gather it did not go as planned?”

 “No Sensei.”

 Splinter’s hand came to rest on Leo’s forearm making the leader look down at the aging rat, “We must remember my son, time heals all things. There is no manual for life, mistakes are bound to happen so we must be patient and learn from our failings. Give Aurora time, her love for you all is boundless and nothing will sway her from those feelings. Yesterday’s trials were hard, but they set us on the path for reconciliation. I will give you a bit of good news though my sons, you will see her yet again today.”

 The news brought smiles back to their faces as all expect Raph stood to hear more.

 Splinter turned to Gyoji who took the invitation to address the family. “Honored ones, the kingdom thanks you for your help in saving our Daimyo, we are forever in your debt.” Gyoji bowed to them in respect and continued. “Despite yesterday’s horrible events, the award ceremony for the Battle Nexus Championship will still be held in Michelangelo’s honor. It will be held when the sun is at its highest this day. The second-place winner will also be recognized.”

 Mikey got excited smacking Raph in the arm but regretted it instantly hearing his brother groan in pain. “Oh sorry bro! Dude, I’m so sorry…..so, she’s still here?”

 “Yes Ms. Yoshi is still present in the nexus and plans on attending the ceremony. You all will be allowed up at the podium with your brother as he accepts his award. The Daimyo doesn’t want you separated from each other. Raphael the healers have informed me you as well enough to be brought up as well so you don’t miss this joyous occasion.”

 Raphael rolled his eyes watching Mikey’s face nearly burst from happiness. “Yea, it’s joyous alright. He ain’t neva gonna let us live this down.”

 “Nope.” Was Michelangelo’s quick response brushing off imaginary dust from his shoulders.

 When the time came, Raphael with the help of his brothers was settled into a wheeled chair, gathered their belongings and made their way to the Daimyo’s platform high above the battle nexus’s arena. The other three brothers towered over their father but remained behind as the old ninja master lead the way.

 As they made their way up into the Daimyo’s personal perch above the championship the blonde and purple of Aurora’s hair came into view. She was currently kneeling before the seated sullen ruler speaking softly. Her right hand was resting atop his large one in comfort and the edges of his lips lifted to a small smile. He pulled it from beneath hers and rested his massive palm on the top of her head before running it downs the side of her face to give her a gentle pat on her check. The Daimyo nodded and spoke a few whispered words which in turn made the kunoichi smile.

 They watched the private interaction until the pair became aware of their audience and stood to greet them.

 Aurora was dressed in black pants with grey knee-high boots. Her upper half was covered in a sheer blue shirt with a white tank underneath and a long necklace that hung just below her breasts. The blue in her attire did not go unnoticed to Leo who found it difficult to keep his eyes off the woman.  Just hours before she was beneath him, naked, writhing…….calm down. This is not the time or the place.

 “My friends,” The Daimyo started softly, breaking from Aurora to approach the family of five. “I know this trip has been a mix of ups and downs.” The old man swallowed hard as if trying to bury his anxious sadness. “We are in your debt for your help yesterday and of course from a year ago. If it wasn’t for you five.” The Daimyo turned slightly to address Aurora as well who stayed a few feet away. “This dimension and no doubt the rest would be in peril. You will always be honored heroes of the nexus and are always welcome with the highest regard. But this day is a happy occasion; we honor Michelangelo for his triumph in the Battle Nexus Championship as well as Aurora for runner up.” His hands reached out for the pair. “Come, it is time to present you to the people.”

 Without hesitation Mikey approached the Daimyo, he was quick to bow and the ruler’s sad eyes brightened just a little at the youngest gusto.  Turning to Aurora the Daimyo held out his hand which she took and he pulled them forward to the massive opening bring them into view of the mass crowd below. As they looked down at the swaying masses the arena erupted into applause.

 The Daimyo took both their hands and raised them high which made the roaring thunder rise to near ear splitting decimals.

 “My fellow warriors!” the sorrow that filled his voice was gone. Strong and booming followed his words as he put on a show for the masses. “This year’s Championship was found with great success! You honor us with your courage and strength! This year we are graced with a new champion and runner up in their first year to compete. Not only are they fierce fighters but also part of a team that has saved its Daimyo twice! Our runner up is a human from 3rd Earth Aurora Yoshi!”

 He held her hand higher in his excitement virtually pulling her from her feet. She stumbled a bit trying to stay on her tippy toes but a palm to his side stabilized her enough until he realized her predicament and lowered her down to the flats of her feet. “Last year she stopped an arrow from finding its place in my skull and helped us defeat Tigerclaw and his army.” From his robes he pulled a bright purple ribbon with a silver medallion attached at the bottom. He lifted it high and passed the ribbon over her head settling it around her neck. “We thank you for your part in the championship and your help in keeping this kingdom safe.”

 Aurora nodded and was turned forward one more time to be presented to the crowd.

 As the Daimyo turned to address the crowd once again Mikey turned to find Aurora smiling at him. She held out her hand which he accepted getting a squeeze. He couldn’t hear her over the ruckus from below and the bellowing of the massive man before them, but he could read her lips, ‘I’m proud of you.’

 Then he was abruptly pulled from her view and brought to the edge of the platform, his hand was raised with the same enthusiasm and the crowd screamed. It started slowly; muffled words swelling into his name growing in volume until everyone in the arena was chanting. Mikey ate up the attention bowing and adding a little flare with a back flip.

 The Daimyo came up to Mikey resting his hand on his shoulder, “Michelangelo proved himself worthy yesterday to be among the hall of champions. He also along with his brothers alongside Aurora saved this dimension twice over with the defeat of Drako and… my son Ue-Sama yesterday and ending the war with Tigerclaw last year. We are forever grateful!”

 Pulling another ribbon from his robes, this time a vibrant orange to match his mask and a large gold medallion at its end the Daimyo presented Michelangelo with his award. Mikey bowed his head to accept the award with pride. As he stood back to his full height he found his family’s admiration beaming with each face he saw. “You honor your family with your skills and your dedication to your craft Michelangelo.  You should be proud of yourself because I know your family is.”

 With slow hands the ruler turned the young mutant to face him; Mikey could see the tears in his eyes. Despite the happy face he was showing the Daimyo was in pain, an immense amount that he was now struggling to keep contained.  His smile thinned and faltered so Mikey reached up giving him a much needed embrace. This was when he could feel him shaking and waved his hand to Aurora.

 The kunoichi took the cue and pulled the Daimyo from his grip and away from the prying eyes of the crowd.

 Mikey did one more bow and waved, “See you all next time!” before throwing a smoke bomb disappearing from the ledge getting another roar from the captivated crowd.

 The Daimyo allowed Aurora to escort him from the balcony and too Splinter and his sons. “I am truly thankful for your help yesterday, all of you. But I’k sure you all wish to return to your homes for rest.” His hand rose waving Gyoji over. “Aurora you will be sent home today, Gyoji will return you to the location he retrieved you from. Old friend I’m sorry but your son is not yet healthy enough to take the trip through the dimensional portal. The energy within would rip his wound wide open. Raphael must remain here until his wounds have healed more.”

 “We shall stay behind as well if that is alright with you?”

 “You and your family are always welcome.”

 Letting go of the large man Aurora went to her bag and swung it over her shoulder. “Thank you my Daimyo, and thank you for everything. I am sorry about Ue-Sama, I truly am. But I have a feeling we haven’t seen the last of him or Drako.”  

 “As a father I hope you are right about my son but as a ruler I hope you are wrong.”

 Leo could feel the panic rising in his chest. He hadn’t thought about what would happen when this was over. She was leaving again and they would have no way to contact her. How long would it be before they saw her again? He moved on instinct stepping towards her, his hand came out to rest on her shoulder. “W-when will….where?”

 At the contact Aurora looked over her shoulder and tried to keep her composure as his beautiful blue eyes bore into her soul. She knew what he wanted but she wasn’t ready to give them her location. Not yet, soon but not yet.

 Splinter’s paw came down on his forearm and Leo released her shoulder, “My dear when you are ready you know where to find us. Our door has and will always be open to you my child.”

 As the white portal opened to her destination Aurora turned to the Daimyo and bowed and turned to do the same to Master Splinter. “Till next time.” She called before slipping through threw the light and disappearing from their life again.

 The Daimyo saw the expressions on their faces as the portal snapped shut swallowing up their kunoichi. His hands came down on Leonardo’s and Splinters shoulders. “Come my friends let us go get lunch.”

 It took two more days for Raphael to be well enough to travel home. Gyoji conjured up another portal, the swirling white light meant home, a proper shower and pizza. The Daimyo face grew solemn and reached down to the old rat. His large arms wrapped around Splinter’s small frame but was careful to do no harm.

“My friend please treasure your sons for you never know when it will be the last day you will see them.” They could hear his old voice struggling with his words as he clung to the old rat. Then his head lifted and looked at the four brothers and smiled passed his sorrow. “Give her time, she still loves you all. I could see the inner turmoil tearing her apart.”

 “Until we meet again my old friend. I shall do my best to come see you more often. My sons are grown and require less observation so I should be able to get away.”

 A gentle smile lifted the ruler’s lips, “I would love that my old friend. I look forward to it.”

 With one final bow the family of five said their farewells and stepped through the portal into the large space below the city streets that was their home.

 As they crossed over the threshold into the lair Donnie’s com rang and a very worried April came over the speaker into the genius’s ear. Pressing his finger to the device in his ear he began to listen to their friend. “Yes April, Raph is doing fine. Thankfully the mutagen in our blood has sped up his recovery tremendously. He’ll be back to giving us hell and crushing skulls in a week or two. How did you know? She what? For how long? I see, yes you can come over. See you in 20.”

 “How did April know about Raph already?” Leo asked helping their Sensei to the kitchen table.

 “Aurora…..I guess she’s been in contact with April the past couple weeks. Aurora called her yesterday when she got back to our dimension letting her know about the fight and to check up on us. She’s ahhh coming over with pizza for us and sushi for sensei.”

 Leo looked back at Donnie as he filled the kettle for tea, his mouth open in disbelief. Aurora had been missing for a year and she had started talking to April a couple of weeks ago and April didn’t tell them? The blue leader was upset but refused to vocalize it since he himself might have dashed their chances to reconnect with Aurora themselves. Finishing up filling the kettle Leo started the burner and set the kettle on top of the stove. His attention returned to his injured father helping him to the bathroom.

 “You’ll feel better after a shower Sensei, and your tea will be ready when you get out.”

 Weary and tired Master Splinter thanked his son before closing the door. He was looking forward to a hot shower and his own bed tonight, of course after a hot cup of soothing tea. After a few moments Leo heard the shower start and the shower curtain pull closed. Assured his father was ok Leo returned to the kitchen and started to prepare the tea leaves and steeper for his father’s tea.

 Looking up from his task Leo found his brothers scattered over the lair. Seeing Raph sitting on the couch pressing his finger to his covered wound Leo sighed making his way over to his brute of a brother.

 Sitting down next to him Leo grabbed Raph’s hand preventing another jab to the bandage setting it down on his lap, “What the shell are you doing Raph?”

 “Feeling.” Raph grumbled crossing his arms over his chest wincing at the shooting pain in his side. “Is that ok with you?”

 “Why w…” before he could finish, the whirlwind of April tore through the lair heading straight for Raph and himself. In her left hand she carefully balanced four pizzas and on her right slung a bag from their favorite sushi stop. Setting the goodies down on the coffee table April sat down next to the two turtles and immediately started fussing over Raphael. After a few moments Raph visible softened to their human friend and allowed her to clean his wound with the fresh supplies Donnie had just brought over.

 April had gotten into the familiar rhythm of taking care of her friends each time they came home from patrol battered and bruised. Over the past year as the operations of the purple dragons increased she saw more blood and dark marks on the brothers than she cared to witness. Thankfully none had been life threatening until this day. This was the first time a wound could have been mortal. When she had gotten the phone call from Aurora she could tell Aurora had been worried. The attack on the family was troublesome and set her on edge. Even the hitch in Aurora’s voice as she gave a short detail of the attack sent a heavy chill through her body. Looking to the Leader next to Raph she took note of his bandaged hand and winced remembering the story behind it.

 That hand saved them both, Raph and himself by grabbing the business end of a sword. The sharp metal sliced through his palm and fingers like warm butter before coming to a halt from the pure strength of his grip. It was a testament to Leo’s commitment to his never ending training and continuing pursuit to perfect his body. Leo was always looking to get better, always ready to defend his family and had proven many times the dutiful leader always putting himself in danger to keep his family safe. Splinter had made the right choice to put the blue banded terrapin in charge.

 After ever bit of food she had brought into the lair was consumed by the guy’s ravenous appetite April watched Leo shift in his seat suddenly looking a little suspicious. His bandaged hand ran over his blade crown and released a long drawn out sigh. Even before he said anything she knew who the question would be about.

 “Have you seen her since she contacted you?” His usual commanding voice wavered at the subject of his question.

 “I haven’t seen her yet but I know she’s back in the city somewhere. She keeps promising to meet up for dinner but her current project has kept her pretty busy.”  

 “Current project?” Donnie cocked his head at the notion from across the kitchen table.

 “Not sure yet, she’s being pretty secretive about it but she assured me I’ll get to see it when it’s done. Not gonna lie, I’m super stoked. It’s been way too long. How did she look?”

 Leo watched April from across the table asking about Aurora. He could see the hesitancy in her features like she was playing with something fragile. She didn’t want to upset him but she wanted to know. Then the soft smile turned excited and she nearly jumped from her chair.

 “Wait! Who won the Battle Nexus Championship?!” Her big beautiful eyes scanned each brother waiting anxiously for an answer.

 “You mean SHE didn’t tell you?” Raph laughed leaning back on his chair testing the strength of the old metal on the vintage chair.

 “All she told me was it was someone I knew.”

 Mikey’s sudden push of his chair sent the thing teetering dangerously on the kitchens platforms edge as he stood. His thumbs hooked under the straps of his harness and pushed them forward as if they were suspenders. The soft ridges of his eyes wagged as he stepped away from the table and took a sliding side step towards April. “You anglecakes, have the privilege of looking upon a bona fide multi dimensional battle nexus champion.”

 April could barely contain the squeal of excitement for the youngest brother. Jumping from her chair she ran into his arms giving him a long hug. “Mikey I’m so proud of you! I knew all that extra training would pay off! Did you get a trophy or something?”

 “Yeah I got a gold medallion and there will be a statue made in my likeness in the hall of champions. You should have heard the crowd, it was killer!”

 “Who did you beat to win?” April asked letting go of Mikey returning to her chair.

 “Aurora.”

 “Oh damn.” April gawked at Mikey.

 “Yeah tell me about it.” Mikey’s smile grew.

 Donnie shifted in his chair trying to get the woman’s attention and leaned towards April setting his chin in his hands batting his big brown eyes, “So are you going to give me Aurora’s new phone number?”

 April gave him a half hearted smile shaking her head, “Sorry guys, she told me not to give you the number yet. She’s not ready yet and Don if you hack my phone to get it none of us will hear from her again. Don’t push the issue and let her come back on her own time. I could tell by the tone of her voice the other day she was struggling with seeing you guys, she misses you all, just know that.”

 April stayed for another hour before having to return home to get ready for work in the morning. Soon after, the lair was dark as the turtles and their sensei retired to their own beds for some rest. It had been a stressful few days and the comfort of their own sanctuary brought sleep early.

 It had been a few weeks since their return from the battle nexus championship and things were returning back to normal. After two weeks of highly resented rest Raphael was healed enough to be able to return to patrols with his brothers.

 Their current location was running over rooftops heading towards the newest lead their genius brother had figured out for the Purple Dragons. The chill in the night air indicated the change to fall, from what trees that were dispersed around the city started to change colors.

 “You better be right about this warehouse Donnie, wrestling was about to start.”

 “Yeah yeah Raph, from what reliable sources I found something big is going down with the Purple Dragons tonight. Rebecca wanted us to check it out first before she sent in the Calvary. The one word that kept popping up in the black market chat sites kept saying something about weapons.” Donnie used his bo staff to help himself vault over the next roof landing just behind Leo who had stopped holding his hand up in a silent order to halt.

 As they crept over to the warehouse in question the four brothers looked down into the alleyway finding several large trucks with their doors open awaiting their unknown cargo. There were only a few bodies below watching the trucks so Leonardo signaled the move to the roof of the warehouse to get a better look. A skylight in the far corner of the roof gave the best vantage point and they made their way over peering down below.

 “Jackpot.” Raphael whispered happily pulling his sai from their holsters on his harness. As usual the large mutant was itching for a fight.

 Below was the largest gathering of the Purple Dragons they had seen so far. From what they could see there were at least 50 of the scumbags crowded around a hulk of a man. The first thing they noticed was his stark white long hair braided midway down his back. With the stature almost comparable to Raphael and with a large purple dragon on his left arm that spanned from his shoulder all the way down to his fist, this guy looked like bad news.

 The promise of a challenge made Raph giddy with excitement.

 “That has to be their leader, Hun. We’ve never seen him before and from the way they are all looking to him screams man in charge.” Leo mused scanning over the inside of the warehouse finding several large crates on the opposite side of the gathered Purple Dragons.

 Catching their attention a door adjacent from the gang members swung open and several heavily armed men filtered into the large space below coming to meet Hun. Soon after, a tall but well built man in a black leather coat and dark aviator sunglasses entered moving his way through the armed men coming almost nose to nose with Hun.

 Leo looked to his brothers and held his finger to his mouth needing silence and carefully lifted the skylight giving them a chance to hear the exchange from down below.

 The man in the leather coat spoke first pulling his glasses from his face addressing the gargantuan boss and his lackeys. “Hun, I presume.” He started, smiling when he got a quick nod from the large man. “I presume we have a deal then? I don’t usually do this kind of thing, but your reputation and size of your operation makes you a valuable ally. Plus, I need results sooner than later. If I give you these weapons you and your men will keep an ear to the ground and report back to me any type of unusual activity in the streets.  After that large ship assembled itself above Manhattan a few years ago the government has been on high alert now fully aware we are in fact no longer alone in this universe. There has been a little birdie chirping in my ear and there has even been talk from your own men of four large green mutants taking out your operations lately. I want to know if there is any truth to these accusations and if so I want them taken alive. I would like to study them to find out what makes them tick. From what I’ve heard they were highly trained and have enhanced strength. They could be some use to me.”

 Hun eyed the large crates with interest all the while cracking his oversized knuckles. “So you’re telling me the government is gonna give us these weapons to be their look out? All we gotta do is keep an eye out for the weird freaky shit and let ya know?”

 The man sighed pinching the bridge of his nose, “No, this isn’t coming from the government you idiot. If they knew I was supplying a hostile territorial gang with weapons, my funding would be cut. This is under their radar, off the books you hear me you big baboon. This cannot get back to me you hear me.”

 “No need to get nasty, I hear ya. How do I get a hold of you if I come across these….freaks?”

 The movement to quick to see the man pulled a small white card from the breast pocket of his jacket and handed it to Hun. “Call this number and ask for the name on the card.”

 At those words Leo turned to his brothers giving them a tight frown. Not only were these animals about to get weapons from some government reject but they were looking for them as well? This wasn’t good. Leo moved away from the opening and addressed his three brothers quickly, “We have to stop this, those trigger happy idiots can’t get their hands on those high tech weapons. We need to figure out who this guy is and what section of the government he’s part of. Donnie contact Rebecca and get some back up over here asap.”  

 Donnie nodded and turned away to contact the chief of police and Leo turned to his other two brothers who were awaiting their instructions. “Once Donnie is done we’re gonna cut those lights and take them out. We know the skill set of a Purple Dragon, but those government men look like they’re expertly trained along with those weapons, so be careful with them. The plan is just to keep them busy until the Calvary shows up, they can take it from there and keep things legit. Stay safe and alive.”

 Donnie hung up his com turning back around, “They are on the way, should be here is 10-15 minutes.”

 Returning their attention back to the gathering below Leo motioned for the genius to do his thing. With one push of a button on his wrist the large space below them was plunged it into darkness. The reaction was almost instantaneous bringing loud and angry cursing from within the pitch black void.

 Taking their cue Leo lifted the skylight fully and the four brothers drop down into the darkness ready to stop the exchange no matter the cost. Thankfully with all the confusion of the lighting failure their presence to the unwitting party had gone unnoticed. This gave them the upper hand and the element of surprise which they took full advantage of and attacked. Quickly and quietly the four turtles took out the first 10 Purple Dragons before the rest of the large room’s inhabitance became aware of the threat.

 As flashlights were found and turned-on, streaks of green whipped by in the streams of light startling the men.

 “It’s them!” Someone yelped in the darkness before being silenced by Raphael.  

 “Someone get those goddamned lights back on now!” Hun growled before being tackled to the ground by the hurdling weight of Leonardo. Immediately the large man began to fight the unexpected weight holding him to the ground. Leo watched the man’s eyes widen in shock blocking a blow from his fist. Hun couldn’t make out too much in the darkness, but he could see his large silhouette hovering above him. “Get off me!”

Finding that Hun was stronger than he anticipated Leo was able to get a few blows in before he was unceremoniously thrown over Hun’s head landing on two Purple Dragons. Getting to his feet he avoided as much of the lights that desperately searched for the hidden attackers. Leo leapt from the ground swinging up into the rafters to find his brothers who were now scattered around the warehouse.

 Mikey was the farthest way taking on four gang members single handily.  Donnie was fiddling with something by the crates hopefully figuring out a way to keep the guns from the Purple Dragon’s greedy hands. And then there was Raph who had just found Hun and like two unmovable forces colliding Leo could have sworn he felt the shockwave from their kinetic energy.

 Then Leo noticed the strange man and his subordinates staying back away from the fight. One of them was working on a tablet just behind the man in the glasses. What was he doing?

 Thankfully most of the Purple Dragons were down for the count not including Hun who Raph was still working on, so all they needed to deal with was the governments men. When the lights hummed back to life engulfing the once dark space Leo knew what the man was working on. To Leo’s horror Mikey and Raph were out in the open exposed in full view of the strange government man and his men. He watched the man pull his glasses from his face and wicked smile curled up his wide mouth.

 “So you are real?” he laughed manically stepping closer to the two visible turtles.

 Hun looked up at the beast he was fighting and stepped back in shock, “F-freak! There are freaks in the city!”

 “Freaks?” Raph growled at the large man. “You’re the freak asshole. You’re the abomination to this city, stealing and killing for financial gain.” His large fist reared back and slammed into Hun’s face sending the man sprawling back head over heels.  

 Now Raph and Mikey stood in the middle of the room weapons in hand ready to continue the fight. Leo watched from above, his attention on his two brothers and on the genius high in the pile of crates. Donnie finished and turned to look at his eldest brother giving him a thumbs up.

As the cluster of men started forward towards Raph and Mikey, Leo pulled a kunai from his hip and threw it down embedding into the floor of the warehouse. The blade a warning stopped the government men in their tracks. Their eyes rose to the ceiling and followed the large green mass land a few feet from them blocking their view from the other two turtles.

 “Another one? Interesting? How many of you are there?” the man cooed stepping over the blade to face the large mutant in blue.

 Leo stood his ground folding his arms over his chest, “What kind of government official hands over deadly weapons to a gang well known for their brutality and violence?” his voice was dripping with venom taking a step forward.

 The men behind the new threat took notice and started to engage but the man held his hand up stopping their movement.  “What are you? I must know.”

 “That is none of your business and you will leave us alone.”

 “I’m afraid I can’t do that mutant. It’s in my nature to know the unknown and you are making my head spin with excitement. I’ll find out what you are and if I have to dissect you to do that, then so be it.”

 Leo growled at the thought of his brothers tied up opened up like a can of sardines. His hands clenched into fists ready to wail on the man but Donnie waved at him getting his attention. Signaling the emanate explosion Donnie swung up into the rafters waiting impatiently for his brother.

 The strange man followed Leo’s line of sight and found another mutant swinging up to safety, “And there was four.” He hissed returning his gaze back to the mutant before him.

 Leo side stepped and looked back to see Raph and Mikey already gone. Pulling a smoke pellet from his belt he threw it to the floor engulfing him in a dark blue smoke. In the confusion he slipped to safety. As Leo was clear Donnie detonated the bomb sending debris flying everywhere, flames roaring over the crates engulfing them.

As the men got to their feet they all converged on the leader helping him to his feet.

“Sir, we have to get out of here.”

“Bishop!” another called.

“Yes, yes let’s head back to base. I have a report to write.”

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Life After Snowpiercer: Adjusting To The Everyday Life

Summary- 5.4k Curtis Everett x You. The new way of life is becoming routine, and your starting to adjust. Curtis does his best to help you along. Warnings- swearing, hints of smut, talk of pregnancy. 

A/N- yea, it's a slower chapter, I suppose like a filler. But this was the mood I was in, so this is what happened.  

A/N2- To see the story behind the picture, read this short- Surprise

Chapter 10 / Masterlist

Slowly the new room was becoming 'Home', it had been a couple weeks since Curtis brought you to the room, and together you two cleaned it out of the personal stuff that couldn't be used, and you took the time to bring down yours and his few belongings. Since settling in, he brought you two a couple changes of clothing, and for the first time in years, you were able to give both of your clothes a proper wash. A few things were just unable to be saved, one of his jackets, you just couldn't salvage, but the other couple you could. Part of you wished you were able to clean out your bunk in the tail-end. But it was a days travel through the deep snow to get back to the car, and you couldn't bring yourself to mention it to Curtis, not when there was so much going on.

Maybe someday. 

But there was one thing you knew made it from the tail-end, cause Curtis carried it with him everywhere, and that was the slightly smudged charcoal drawing you commissioned back when you knew it was close to Curtis’s birthday before the riot, and you had seen him tuck it away when you two first moved in. So when you opened the drawer and it wasn't safely tucked in the folds of your few clothes, you felt your heart catch. “No, where is it?!”

Starting to pull out the items from the drawer, and shaking them out, your panic got the best of you, and you were searching among the bedding stored there when Curtis walked into the room to find you on your knees, looking under the bed, among all the stuff on the floor. “Baby, what is going on?” And he was shocked further to see you come out from under the bed with tears brimming your eyes. “Curtis I can't find it, and I saw you put it away.”

Confused, he used his boots to gently push stuff aside and squatted down next to you, gripping your chin to have you look at him. “Put what away Babygirl?” His brows are raised well above his beanie in concern and you sniffle in his hold. “The drawing of us, the picture. I could have sworn you put it in the dresser before your shower the other night, and now...” your hands pick up one of his shirts as if the picture will just fall out from underneath it. Curtis’s blue eyes snap in understanding and he lets you go, opening his jacket and pulling out a slightly bent out of shape paper.

“I got it right here, sorry Babygirl. I just usually carry it on me for safekeeping. I put it away the other day cause we were going to be working on the water, and didn't want it to get ruined.” He handed it over and your teary face turns into an uplifted one, careful when you took it. “Of course! Curtis, I don't know where my head's at these days. Everything is just... “ You sigh, and looked at him apologetically. You've been terribly emotional the past few days, and you've either been mad at Curtis or crying over nothing. Shaking his head, he grunted to move to a stand, taking your hands and drawing you up.

“It's okay, I don't need to carry it anymore.” He used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe at your cheeks. “What did you want to do with it?” You look at the picture and smile again, it simply made you happy and you pointed to a spot above the door. “Can you hang it up? Then this place can be officially home.” You held it back out and he took it, there was a lip of steel running along the wall just above the door, and Curtis arched to his toes to get high enough and set it on the beam, stepping back. “How's it look Babygirl?” His arm moving around your waist and pulling you in front of him. Letting yourself lean back against his chest while studying the picture sitting above your doorway, you tilted your head up to look at him. “Perfect, Welcome Home.”

It was so easy to make you happy, Curtis let his hands slide around to your midsection and just hold you there, kissing your tilted back forehead. “It is perfect.” He really couldn't remember when he had been happier, everything was going okay, the people were settling in and accepting this new way of living, the greenhouse was thriving, as well as the remaining animals that survived the crash. People were eating actual food, for the first time in 17 years, at least for the tail-enders. You actually we're coming around to more affection, although he would wake up to find you worrying yourself in the dark now and then, you were far easier to coax into his arms and fall back asleep. Assuring you that whatever happened, you two would deal with it together.

That was the last part, waiting to see if you were actually pregnant or not. I could see it worrying you, making you fret when you thought no one was paying attention. And Matt. Matt, Curtis was at a loss of what to do with that fucker. He was still locked in the Car they stuffed him in weeks ago. But you insisted on once a day walks with him, and Curtis to. There was no way in hell he was leaving you alone with Matt. Brother or Not. Speaking of which, Curtis knew what was coming and you turned to look up at him, the question in your eyes.

“Can we go see Matt now Curtis?” you worried your bottom lip, always seeming to be nervous to ask, although he never told you no. Today was no different, kissing your forehead.

“Only if your up for it Babygirl.” He said with a bit of hesitancy, simply cause not even 20 minutes ago you had been in a full panic. But you nodded with affirmation, and grabbed at your jacket, and stuffed a hat on your head since usually you all went outside for the fresh air and sunshine, although still bitterly cold. So many years in the dark, you especially couldn't get enough of the sun. Curtis would find you often standing outside, lips blue with your eyes tilted into the sun, seeming to soak it in. The man pictured you soaking it in, light was drawn to light. Why you were drawn to him, he didn't know. Leading you down the aisle, his hand resting in the small of your back.

Snapping open the heavy door between cars, you leaped over the gap, and worked Matt's car open, and light spilled into the darkness to show Matt leaning against a wall. One arm hooked over his knee, lifting his head to scowl at the two of them, you went in wringing your hands and smiling hopefully. Curtis right behind you, a dark imposing figure scowling. The complete opposite of your hopefulness. “Hey Matt, how you feeling today?”

Matt snorted and tugged on the heavy livestock chains around his ankle. “Fucking fantastic Dear Sister. Living the fucking dream.” Curtis snarled out while digging for the locks keys in his pocket and handing you off a knife for protection in case Matt happened to overpower him. “Cut the shit, Matt. She didn't come here for you to be a little bitch.” Cutis squatted down and yanked his leg into the light enough so he could see the lock. Matt seemed to somber a bit. “Been better Y/N, thanks for asking.” His hand moved to his now bare ankle rubbing at the red ring. Curtis stood and reached to grasp Matts forearm, bringing him up to a stand.

This was ritual by now, You and Matt walking ahead just a little, Curtis not far behind. Close enough that should Matt try to put a hand on you, Curtis would snap your brother's neck. It was a promise he made to Matt when you first started this. Otherwise, Curtis didn't interfere with your conversation. Most of the time. Your hands were stuffed in your sleeves as you trudged along, your voice optimistic, hopeful that Matt would engage back. “The greenhouses are really thriving Matt, they survived the crash intact for the most past. A bit of the pipework bringing the water in got damaged, but we've been regularly melting snow to compensate.”

“You think You all will be able to keep up with that? Eventually, the water is going to run out. Without the train moving anymore, it's not gathering any to store in the tanks.” Matt smirked as if he was dropping some devastating news, looking between you and Curtis.

“Were keeping a close eye on the tanks, and only using that for stuff absolutely necessary. Everything else... well we're covered in snow.” You kicked at the Frozen snow covering the ground. But he was right, eventually the water would become an issue, just like the power. The whole train was temporary. Eventually they will have to move, see if they can find something more suitable for the group on the outside of one of the cities. Of course, they were estimating where they were on the tracks. Curtis, Edgar, and John having dug through Wilford's main car a few weeks ago and came across maps. If their estimations are right, they were somewhere in what was once Russia.

A massive landscape staring at the map. But dotted with cities. All Curtis had to do was convince the council that packing up a small scouting party and seeing if they were near any of the major cities, it would mean more supplies available to them. They had to get off the train, all its resources were going to run out eventually. Wilford never prepared for the Snowpiercer to ever be at a standstill. These worries were settled at the back of Curtis mind, but these walks with Matt, he was sure to remind them of it. Even you sobered a bit after Matts little jibe.

“We will deal with it when it comes up Matt.” You wanted to reach out, staring at Matt. God, he looked so much like your father, just not the coldness. Your father always so welcoming and open, Matt though sniffed either from the cold or distaste to your answer. “Well, we were able to deal with it till your man insisted on crashing the train. We would certainly not be stranded in the middle of fucking Russia. Couldn't have planned that a little better Curtis. Crashed us somewhere with resources at least? But you never think ahead, do you Everett. Always just brute Force and no couth, is there anything between those ears?” Matt hissed at him, his rage crossing his face once more.

Once more he got the best of your temper as he was bad-mouthing Curtis for those few seconds before Curtis could put a stop to Matts ranting, you pushed against your brother's chest, sending him sprawling in surprise. Curtis actually had to hide a chuckle of surprise himself, but you were furious and snarling at your brother. “Jesus Christ, your just... Cruel all the time, aren't you. Fuck you, Matt. Curtis, I'm done.” You turned away and brushed past Curtis, in which he shook his head, and went to collect Matt, grabbing him by the collar of his jacket and pushing him forward. “Ya know, you would think you would learn to at least treat her decent since shes the only one who gives a shit about you and why you're still alive.”

Matt snorted as he trudged back through the snow, following your quicker paced form as you reached the outskirts of the camp once more.

“Maybe it's time she grew up Curtis, quite thinking that any of us are out for more than ourselves.”

“Well your certainly proving that to her aren't you,” Curtis growled as they to reached the outskirts of the camp, the snow here all pounded down from people walking on it all day long. “When that day comes and she gives up on you entirely, what do you think is going to happen to you?” Curtis said darkly, and Matt eerily grinned. “Be the day I end up going free.”

“We will see about that.” Curtis pushed him back up the stairs and into the darkness of his car once more. Matt plopped on the mattress while Curtis went to lock him back up, Matt watching him closely, and to the open door, debating. Curtis even though he wasn't looking at him knew his thoughts. “Try it and it won't end good for you Matt.” Wait, we got to wait... The younger man thought, instead getting himself comfortable. Their guard won't be up forever.

You just had to get away, even managing friendly conversations was out of your wheelhouse right now, and you stomped back to your room, and slammed the door behind you as if you were a child all over again, grabbing a pillow off the perfectly made bed this morning and sitting on the edge of it, you screamed into it. What was it going to take to get the meanness out of Matt?! You have done nothing but be good to him short of letting him go free, had even managed to get Curtis to reluctantly agreed that if there was any change, they would see about giving him a bit more freedom. But nothing you tried softened him. Nothing. Ripping off your jacket and hat, you shoved them away into the chair when you sat down, and you just suddenly felt drained. All over, like it all just seeped from you.

Sighing, you lift your hands and rub at your face, glancing up at the picture hanging above the door. That made you smile, thinking back on earlier when Curtis hung it up for you. Maybe it's not all bad, and you shrug off the negativity being around your brother brings on you. Changing into something not as warm, you decide the best way to spend the rest of the day was helping in the greenhouse, and maybe the kitchen. Things would be okay, you were doing more than surviving, you all were actually living.

When you left the car and headed towards the greenhouse, you didn't even glance at the car that held Matt, giving it a wide berth, entering the greenhouse, immediately the earthy smell the plants gave off was as good to you as feeling the sun on your face. A musty heaviness of dirt, greenery, and water. All over the labors of the past few weeks showed with healthy trees bearing apples, bright and red. Green sprouts of leaves down rows and rows, all edible. Even now one of the people who worked the kitchen was picking bundles, piling them in her apron. “How do you know what is ready?” You asked, wandering down the aisle while piling your hair behind your head and trying it off.

“Easy child.” The older worker said, holding out a leaf that was full and vibrant for you to take. “Go ahead, taste it.” You ripped off a piece of it and slipped it in your mouth, when the tender leaf crushed between your teeth, vibrant fresh bitterness flooded your mouth, your taste buds still getting used to food. “When these bunches are all full like this, it's meant to be picked.”

“What is this?” Unable to help yourself, you ripped off another piece and chewed on it, getting the same overwhelming effect from before. “Kale. I will sautee this just a bit in some marrow, and put it in a soup for the camp today. Shave off some of that meat off a hock in the freezer, add those new baby potatoes we have at the end.” The older woman continued on, bringing you to where the rows of potatoes were hidden from view, her fingers digging into the dirt and dragging up the bulbs, shaking the dirt off them. “We get enough of them, and you have yourself a meal.”

You dug your fingers into the moist wet dirt, the sensation oddly familiar and weird, bringing back memories of planting flowers with your mother in the front of the house. The woman watched her with interest, taking in your reaction to it all. “Yer from the back, aren't ya?” You nodded slightly, and carefully brushed off the dirt encasing the baby potatoes. “Yes, one of the tail enders who came up with Curtis.”

“Ahh, yes. Thought you looked familiar. What your man did letting us go took a lot of guts, not many would have that. Trust me, very few of us have much to thank Wilford for or have any reason to give him loyalty. My name is Tess by the way.”

“It was touch and go, but it was the right thing to do. We can't start living a new life following the old ways.” You shrugged and Tess smiled at your words, her wrinkles lining around her eyes deepening.

“Like hearing wisdom come right out of the babes mouth. I could use your help if you don't mind. Getting this camp fed is a couple people process, It's my turn to water but I got to get this all started up. Feeding all these people is a lot different than just cooking for Wilford.” She continued placing potatoes in her apron. “all-day process, and the only way we don't burn through what we got stored. You mind watering for me?”

“Be a pleasure to.” You assured her and you took over where she had left off. Curtis came later to find you, having poked his head in earlier to see you were settled into a project after dealing with Matt, he didn't want to bother you. But now it was getting late, and after pouring over the maps in what they turned into a meeting space of sorts with the rest of the “council” they formed, passing ideas of where to go, and how to proceed, he was tired. The sky was starting to darken, and spending a quiet evening with you really was all he wanted at this point. Figuring you would be where he had left you, Curtis shrugged off his jacket as he went into the humid car, glancing around, and walking down the aisle, checking the rows till he found you, kneeling while using your hands to churn dirt, snipping off any dead leaves on each individual plant, a small trailer left behind you.

“There you are... was wondering where you had gotten off to.” Heavy boots thudded the floor and you looked up in surprise. Your hair curling around your temples and a streak of dirt across your forehead, you gave him the sweetest smile that Curtis would have sworn made his heart skip a beat. “You've been in here all afternoon, think it's time we call it a day.” Hand reaching for yours, you hesitate cause yours are dirty, but a wiggle of his fingers, enticed you, and you let him pull you up. “It can't be that late, it's still light.”

“In here, artificial lighting for the plants.” Leading you to a window, you leaned into his side, looking at the way the sky was painted in so many vibrant hues.

“Alright, maybe I did lose track of time. I only meant to stay in here for a couple hours.” You admitted and he laughed, his arm resting around your waist.

“Come on, let's go eat.”

As becoming another regular was all eating dinners together. Tess would bring out whatever, and those that didn't have something stored away would come to get a bit of whatever she made that day. Groups of you would sit together, and slowly it was a mingling of people. Today you sat at Curtis’s side, sipping from a cup he brought you, and across from you, Edgar and Yona did the same as you, Yona talking about what she was doing with the kids. The kids, it was hard to think of them as the trains orphans anymore. They simply seemed to just belong to everyone now, no longer separating the train in classes as before.

“Teach them some manners, the little shites.” Edgar teased Yona, and you nudged your boot against his leg to get his attention.

“Excuse you, you were no peach either Edgar. Always sassing when you didn't get your way.” You smirked back at him over your cup as you sipped from it, Yona giggling at his side, and he narrowed his eyes at You. “I was a great kid! I listened. Kinda.”

“Right. Just as good as you listen now.” Curtis laughed deeply, moving to get up, and held out a hand to take the emptied dishes to bring them back to the kitchen. You moved to a kneel, beckoning Edgar to turn around. “Let me look at your back, see how that scar is healing.” Pushing himself from the wall, he twisted, and hiked the back of his shirt up. You leaned in closer, tracing around it for a moment. “Sore any? It looks really good, considering what happened.”

He pulled away and tugged his shirt down, giving a roll of his shoulder. Whenever the matter of his scar came up, he would go quiet. “It’s a'right. Tender once in a while, especially when hauling stuff.”

“Yea, you probably should have waited to do the cleanup.”

“Well, it had to be done.” He stated, and Yona next to him frowned slightly studying him. But Curtis coming back distracted them from the conversation, and you yawned, pushing to a stand.

“Doesn't matter if it had to be done, still should have waited. Night.” Biding your goodbye to your companions, a hot shower sounded excellent, and Curtis came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle.

“You okay?” a soft kiss was pressed just at the hollowed curve of your neck, and you let your hands weave over the top of his around your stomach. “Yea, just super tired suddenly. Been feeling this way most of the day. I'm sure it's nothing. “

He lifted his head and frowned hearing that. “You sure you shouldn't go see Price? Could be something.” You turned just as you reached the door, and pulled yourself in close against him with a fist of your hands in his shirt, leaning up to tease your lips against his. “Handsome, I'm fine. Tired is all... I promise.” Blue eyes looked slightly doubtful, but he relented and the two of you went into the room.

“Would you tell me if you thought otherwise?” Curtis locked the door while you started stripping out of the dirtied clothing to escape into the bathroom. Curtis caught just a glimpse of your backside, and inhaled sharply. No sex for the past month and half was starting to in ways he didn't care for. But it didn't matter, there was no way in hell he was going to try anything until you were ready. Instead, he set about taking off his boots, sitting on the edge of the bed to untie them, make himself comfortable.

In the bathroom, you turned on the water and slipped in before it got hot. Not wanting to waste any water, and tipped your head back to moisten your hair, and start scrubbing it, getting the dirt and sweat out from earlier. Then getting ready to wash your body, you looked down and saw red swirling by your feet. Your hands start roaming over your body quickly without thinking, a panicked cry out. “Curtis!” You twist in the shower, looking behind you to see if your cut anywhere and it hits you.

You had your period. If came... You weren't pregnant.

And that moment relief flooded you so intensely, you slid to the floor of the tub, somewhere between a cry and laugh of relief, Curtis burst into the bathroom, in response to you calling his name. “Y/M?! Baby, you okay?” He opened the curtain to find you sitting on the bottom, and immediately scanned you going to his knees. Cupping your face as you had it pressed to your knees, making you lift up to look at him. Your body shaking slightly under his hold. “What is wrong?” and that's when he caught the bit of red escaping down the drain. “Fuck, where are you hurt?” He is shifting you forward and you finally regain yourself enough to put a stop to him.

“I'm fine, I'm okay. Turn the water off and hand me a towel?” You ask and he reached over to turn it off, worried eyes finding you again and his hands seeking to look for whatever was causing you to bleed, but you grab his hands to make him focus on you. “It came Curtis. I'm not pregnant.”

His face is just stunned, his shirt half clinging to him from where he had leaned into the spray to check on you, and you couldn't help but giggle at the way he looked, blinking water out of his face before he repeated what you said. “You're not pregnant...?” the realization flooded his expression to relief and you nodded with a grin. “You're not pregnant!” He repeated and drew you into his arms, hugging each other out of relief. “Oh Babygirl, thank god. Are you okay?” He leaned back to look at you, and moved to get up and grab a towel, holding it open for you. Pulling yourself to a stand, you step into it, feeling prominently better then you had since you were raped.

“Relief Curtis, I just feel light as air. I didn't know what we were going to do if I was.” You pressed your face into his chest, breathing in deeply while he rubbed your back through the towel.

“We would have done everything we could, just like for any other child,” Curtis assured you, thanking everything under the moon and stars though that you weren't made to go through that as well as everything else that had happened. You mumbled in his chest, and lifted your face to look up at him. “I will go see Price in the morning, just to be sure.”

“Thank you.” Curtis kissed your forehead and let his hands cup your face, kissing you in that slow way that made your heart flutter, you opened to him, your tongue sliding with his and a soft moan between you two. Curtis pulled back and let his forehead rest against yours, his hands had fallen to your hips and his fingers flexed through the terry cloth. “You better get dressed Babygirl.” Both your eyes closed, merely breathing in each other before he moved to kiss your forehead and released you.

Curtis left you to pull on a large tee, it swept well down your thighs that you've been sleeping in as we as well as a pair of panties with a liner, brushing all your hair out, and debating about putting it up, you recalled that Curtis loved your long hair. Spreading it around your shoulders, you brush it out more till it's soft waves were shining, and once you checked to make sure any mess was gone. Flicking off the switch you came into the room being dark, Curtis sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for you to get in since you always slept against the wall. When he saw you, his hands opened up and you happily stepped into them, resting your cheek against the top of his head.

Nuzzling against your ribcage for a moment, and his hands sliding up and down along your sides, you let your fingers slide through the back of his head, and along his neck. “Today was a good day, right?” You ask softly while lifting your head to look at him. Your hands settled on his bare shoulders. Curtis lifted his head just a bit and looked up at you, flattening his hands against the small of your back and pulling you in closer. “It was a good day Babygirl.” His hands lightly pressed against the back of your thighs and you shifted to straddle him, letting your forehead rest against his. “Even with everything that happened today, it was a good day.” His arm tightened around you and shifted back with a slight roll so he could lay you down and shifted to his side next to you.    

Loping an arm around your hip and kissing your shoulder, you slid in closer to his heat while he dragged the blankets that was collected. You felt him relax under your fingers playing in his hair, and although you didn't fall into the same lull that he did, his breathing turned shallower, soft snores rolling from his chest. Twisting to your side, his hand instinctively tightened around you, but you weren't going anywhere. Your gaze was able to follow the lines of his face from the window right behind your head, casting the room in a silver glow. Your thoughts drifted.

You were lucky, You knew it. Curtis had been with you since practically you came on the train, kept you alive and safe. You've done what you could to show your love back over the years, but you knew in this you wouldn't still be here if it wasn't for him. Even these past few weeks, surviving through the revolt, he didn't even realize it was coming back to him that saved her from the attackers. Everyone was so focused on surviving, they forgot why they survived.

If it wasn't for Curtis, they would be wasted away in the darkness, a forgotten memory of a past life.

And he never asked for anything in return. Not really. Not even during this time where you were slowly opening back up did he push for me. And another day, another time you would have fallen into that mind-frame that he no longer wanted you. But you knew better, just that morning you happened to see him relieving himself in the shower, barely catching whispers of your name, just under the sounds of his grunts. You knew he was trying to be quiet, not wanting to pressure you.

A soft shift and your name brought you out of your thoughts, and Curtis was leaning on his elbow, blue eyes searching your face. “What's on your mind Babygirl?” he had expected you to deal with some conflicting emotions since finding out that you were not pregnant, but you just looked at him with a soft expression, leaning into him and kissing him deeply, your hands clutching his shoulders and leaning back, bringing him along, and the kisses turned more feverish. Curtis groaned against your lips and down along your jawline, hissing softly against your neck. “Are you sure?” His head lifted, his hands cupping your face to search you for any doubt, any sign that you didn't want him to touch you and make love to you.

Your hands splayed over his chest raised just above you, spreading your fingers through the crisp dark scattering of hair and hummed softly in appreciation of the feeling against your palms, nodding. “Please Curtis... I miss you. But I'm scared.”

His head tilted and those kisses against your neck went to your face, each one a well placed soft brushed of lips warming you. “scared of what Babygirl?”

“What-what if I'm broken?” Your brows furrowed, and your fingers eased to his back, tracing along the flexing of muscles.

“Babygirl, you're not broken. I promise.” Curtis rubbed along your hip under your shirt. “But there's no rush Y/N.”

Your eyes roamed him and then your hands folded into your shirt and you pulled it off, letting it fall off the end on the bed.

“Show me.” You lean back into the pillows, and then Curtis shifted, wide shoulders blocking out the rest of the room as he leaned over you, leaving you gasping underneath him. Tilting your head back to give him access to your neck, outside, the stars.

There were so many stars and those desired kisses on your neck, his calloused hand sliding along your skin.

Your breathing came out in rushes, the stars going blurry in your vision. Curtis's hand grasped your chin lightly and made you look at him. 

"Babygirl, I got you. Your safe."

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A Vegeta x OC Fanfiction (part 3)¤ ¤ ¤

Many things ran through her mind and all she could think was, abit of excitement! Something to prove herself and show her worth, that shes not just some pretty piece to hang onto the emperor's arm, she pushes the button on the wall and the door to the Saiyan chambers and comes face to face with Nappa out of his armor. “Calamatta! Was just wondering why it took you so long to get back!” He smiled down at her and rubbed his hand over his bald scalp. 

The sliding door shut and they both walked side by side in tandem, Calamatta walked abit faster to keep pace with Nappa. “Did Vegeta tell you about the mission?” “Briefly! He didnt look too happy about it.. What gives.” She gets to her room and she sighs a bit anticipatory for this month long excursion made extermination mission.

 “Vegeta and I are to go to this one super planet… to completely wipe within a month but its just the both of us.” Nappa blinks and shakes his head Raising his eyebrow his eyebrow looking down at the small Saiyan. “Are you serious? Dont get me wrong your great at conquering planets entirely, but… what happens if you dont.” Calamatta looks away from Nappa and her tail deflates to the floor. “I...Dont know..” She answers. At the end of the day,  Saiyan or not shes terrified of what could happen, the last thing she wants is to have everything come crashing down all because of her.

Nappa stood up straight and pat her on the shoulder and startled her straight out of her stupor, grinning. “hey now! Where's that pride you had in you earlier!? Dont you get down on yourself now that your life's on the line!" She gawped at him and shook her head. "What do you-"  "What i mean is when you start facing something dire, you gotta pull your head out of your ass and charge forward!!" He bellows to her, Raditz shuffled over to her and pat her shoulder. Both of them looking down upon her. "Listen to Nappa. Hes got experience on all of us.. and you're a killer. Youll realize that when you get to To-Rot."

 Calamatta nodded and smiled hopefully for the first time in a while. Actual hope. Actual excitement! "Thank you Nappa." "AHEM" Calamatta rolled her eyes and punched Raditz in the arm. "Yea yea thank you too Raditz…" she turned and went into her room, holding her suit up she twitched and groaned. "Your fucking with me…" her tail deflated to thw floor. 

She put the suit on and goddamn did she think of herself as some kind of joke, she knows she's shapely but this is egregious. A form fitting blue bodysuit bikini type briefs and short sleeves to her elbow, the new armor covered her chest in a more shapely manner than the men. She rolled her eyes shamelessly, checked herself out in the mirror and pulled up her boots and jumped upon hearing hard pounding on the door. "Calamatta? You decent?" 

It was Vegeta

"I mean yea." The door slid open and he was focused on the holopad in his hand to  notice what she looked like "dinner is ready. Get out of your room and ……." He had to do a double take and it kinda made her sneer "its the… new suit Lord Frieza wants me to wear." He made a disgusted face and turned his head "W-whatever just come out so we can eat and you can turn in…" he turned fully and the prince blushed a tiny bit. 

Calamatta followed side by side with him and he kept with all his might to keep his eyes forward. "A-are you serious.. they made you wear th-" "yeap.. trust me it's uncomfortable to walk around in." she kept her eyes forward heading to the table with Nappa and Raditz who both simultaneously dropped their food. "Nice costume change! You can see those killer legs!" Nappa barked, bringing alittle attention to the small Saiyan and making her face red as hell. "Nappa, i'm pretty sure she wants to be wall paper at this point." Raditz kicked his shin and pushed a plate over to her. "Eat up, Cala.." she groaned.

They spent their time sitting together all eating except Cala who earned some hoots and hollers. A degrading damn get up for a saiyan who wants to be seen for more then yarm candy to the fucking emperor.. her respect for him has dindled to 0 but she has to cater to him till the 20 hours are up.. she dejectedly pushes the rest of her food away "i cant eat anymore." She sat up and realized theres a chair flush against her back "no your gonna eat.." Raditz protests as he nudges her shoulder.. a big brother figure to the little saiyan.. she felt more comfortable near him, no matter how big a jackass he is. "No damn saiyan is going hungry because of whay they have to wear." He glares at her, and smirks. 

Vegeta looks at her and leans back. "We will walk back with you to ensure you dont get any seedy looks." "Dontcha think thats pathetic" she said between bites. "Nonsense.. as the last woman of our kind you deserve alittle respect." Raditz protested, earning a curt nod from both Nappa and Vegeta.

Her mini family is small, its made up of men. But it's all she's got and she's got a hefty amount of respect for them all. 

The four walked in tandem with one another Raditz and Calamatta leading the way and Nappa and Vegeta following.

 "So does being a daughter of a general give you a leg up?" Raditz asked, tucking his hands behind his head, Calamatta walked with her hands folded in front of her, peering over at the tall long haired Saiyan. “I mean. Not entirely, same sort of treatment as everyone else here actually! Im just something pretty to gawk at while Lord Frieza does what he needs to.” Vegeta pipes up keeping his voice dead flat as he makes his point known. “If any race sees Frieza with a Saiyan at his side they’ll perceive him as a threat. Why do you think he has her within arms reach.. A warrior race reduced to a pet and something to look at is insulting but i cant necessarily blame her for not going after him.” He flippantly rolls his eyes. “I suppose your right… Calamatta is basically the next best thing to Vegeta.” “Hey now i'm not that great… i only went out once with yall.” She nudges Raditz and rolls her eyes.

The 4 were stopped in their tracks when Zarbon cut a corner and met with them, promptly making the tension between the four starkly apparent. “So apes travel in packs now? Hmhm.. Calamatta. Come. I wish to speak with you please.” The tall reptilian walked in the opposite direction of the saiyans, shoulder checking the Saiyan prince causing the vein in his forehead become more prominent, he crossed his arms and scoffed, raising his chin and moving forward. “Well go follow the vain bastard…” Vegeta growls and marches away. Calamatta turned on her heels and ran to catch up to him.

Zarbon had his hands behind his back beneath his cape, he chuckled upon seeing the short saiyan besides him. “Took you long enough, Calamatta.” “What is it you wanted to speak with me about Zarbon?” He ushers her into a room overlooking a massive planet, ripe with lush greenery and red deserts. “Thats the planet you and Vegeta are set to conquer. It has a high population density of 4 billion. What that document that Vegetas been analyzing doesnt mention the fact that the planet experiences a full moon every other day. The inhabitants will attack on sight… i should know weve sent 15 other squads before you and Vegeta.” Calamatta gawked at the planet then up to Zarbon. “Why are we just being sent then?” “I asked the same to Lord Frieza… He said he sees the prince of nothing as an excellent protege and this will prove Frieza right if one or the both of you return in one whole piece.” Calamatta looked over the two multi colored belts in the distance.. One bright white and the other red, absolutely magnificent and terrifying in retrospect. The magnitude of this entire planet was bigger then shes ever seen before. 

While she was busy being thunderstruck she was caught off guard by a weighted cloth on her shoulder. Becoming strapped to her one shoulder followed by Zarbon cooing. “Its a shame Dodoria doesn't really like your acquaintance. You'd be beautiful as a General.” It caught her off guard as he adjusted it perfectly to her armor, the end of his long velvety cape dragged haphazardly on the floor. 

“Dodoria… i never understood why he never liked me...what about you Zarbon? You have been so kind to me for years and you really don't have to be.” The green haired general tilted his head and sighed as he took two hair bands from his wrist and walked behind Calamatta and started to pull her hair back. “You're just a kid. You'll never understand the position Dodoria is in. He wants to be the general in the spotlight instead of you.” 

Calamatta remained silent and allowed him to pull her hair into two large buns on her head, he pulled any fly aways out and reviewed her facial features in the reflective window. “I honestly could give a damn one way or another but on account of why I like you is purely because you're not like the rest of your ape-ish race.. You're pretty, you have a defined face and you have a way of carrying yourself with grace and poise… the amount of times i have heard other alien councils talk about how attractive you are adds to Lord Frieza's intimidation factor..A beautiful little warrior on his arm is a display of power... So yes he prefers you much more highly then the likes of Dodoria.” He pats her shoulders and she looks back at herself. She never puts her hair up so this is something new. 

Two large pretty black buns on her head, loose fly aways of her hair make her look effortless, she could actually see her gold piercings on her ears. “You have plenty of hair so i couldnt put it all in one hair tie…” The hatch door to the side slid open, the two of them turn to see Lord Frieza seated in his chair, a small smile grew on his face as he saw Calamatta all dolled up. 

“Well WELL my little monkey is playing dress up! OHohohohooo stunning.” Calamatta goes to disrobe the cape and is promptly stopped by Zarbon. “Keep it Calamatta. It suits you. Farewell.” He turns on his heel and saunters out of the room leaving her and the Emperor in this room. She bows respectfully to him, when she raises back up Frieza is out of his chair, tail fluttering around with his arms behind his back.

Calamatta gulped while Frieza analyzed her up close; both her and the emperor are easily the same height but the Saiyan knew her place to him. Behave and dont die. “I want you to take a good look at that planet right there. Realize that you and Vegeta are my star pupil...and that being the star pupil means that one of you two simians is the best!” He preens and moves the cape to see her hands held at her front, he smirks devilishly and tilts his head.

 “That suit looks very nice on you, powerful shapely little legs for a warrior..” He raises his hand and makes a fist to emphasize the word power. Calamatta remains quiet and blushes alittle bit. “Thank you, Lord Frieza.. What exactly do you mean by the best..? I only helped out with one planet!” She stated only to be met with the steely flat stare of Frieza. 

“What im saying is that i expect you to listen to what i say, woman…” She nodded obediently and her tail droops abit. “Yes Lord Frieza sorry..-” She was cut off almost instantly “Hush now Calamatta if you know whats good for you.” He states making little calamatta bite on her lips. 

“Good.. Both of you are excellent but just so you know so you dont get a big head about it… Vegeta is the better of the two of you.. By lightyears infact.. I suspect that Zarbon told you that I plan on making Vegeta my protégé, I dont expect you to be any better than what you already are, your prince would possibly say the same of you… your untrained and unskilled in anything and i'm surprised you even came back alive and without a scratch, girl. The three other apes were to see you as useless and not want you anymore… not want you apart of their damned group.”

Calamatta looked upon Frieza disheartened, her stomach dropped to her feet and she felt like nothing, like her purpose was to be nothing more then a pretty face and nothing more, living a hollow existence. SHe felt ultimately like nothing. She twiddled her thumbs infront of her and drooped her head abit. 

“Oh now now Calamatta.. No need to look so sad.. I'm just speaking the truth to you, child… Here i know a way of earning your trust. Give me your tail.” Her head shot up and she gulped. “My-my tail?” She shivered and let her long pretty fully groomed tail come from behind her back and with trepidation she handed her most sensitive-untrained limb- to Frieza.

"You stupid little runt…" The Emperor smirked and narrowed his eyes closing his fist tightly around the tail sending Calamatta to the floor with a pained cry and a beg. “L-Let it go please! Frieza please!!” SHe begged him feeling this hot pain rocket up her back as she looked at the emperors feet through pained tears. 

Her head raised to be met with the end of Frieza’s pointer finger inches from her nose. "The prodigal prince is no where to be seen to protect you now.. oh woe is you.." The very one that death beams people without care. She panted heavily, started to sweat and tear up “W-Why I dont understa-” 

Frieza’s voice became dark and grave, she feared Frieza but this was a side of him she had never seen first hand and to be directed at her. “Your life though as entertaining as it is.. Is forfeit to me. You only serve your worth as useful until I become bored of you and when I do you will die by my hand. You will come to realize that on To-Rot your life is just as forfeit to Vegeta as it is to me… Vegeta works alone, I know him better than anyone here, Calamatta. You will discover that when your need is used up and you're on the ground begging for help… he will gladly leave you to die… tragic isn't it…? To be worthless to everyone including your own races Prince…”

 He furrowed his brow and stared her sadistically in her face and chuckled upon seeing a single tear. “I dont expect you to return after your little trip… should you return you can go with your little mates so they can ravage you.” He growled and released her tail making her tail disappear under the cape, she gasps and scrambles to her feet. “You are excused, Calamatta. Sleep well!” He turned on his lizard-like feet and left to his hoverpod. Leaving Calamatta frightened, depressed… and worthless.

She just wanted to go to bed. She just wanted to stop caring. She just wanted to feel like a Saiyan.

The day had drawn to a close and the 4 waved eachother off to wish each other a good night, Vegeta said nothing and returned to his room. The small saiyan lay down in her bed and fell asleep very quickly, a deep peaceful and relaxing sleep to ease her tense and tight muscles and weary emotional state. 

5 hours later Vegeta opened her room door and walked right in like he belonged there. the prince being deep in thought and not really in any mood to fully wake Calamatta up. He sat at the end of her bed and looked through acouple files. That being the inhabitants of To-Rot. 

An insatiably hungry and carnivorous race that wiped the original inhabitants of the planet by the guise of an infection which then grew into hunger then a form or zombified state where food is the only primary objective, while still maintaining full sentience they scour the planet for new victims to eat or to find other like minded groups and repopulate. Vegeta sneered and twitched at the sight.. both he and Calamatta wont be the first of the Frieza Force to go there, and meet an untimely demise. "Dammit.." he grunts and the female saiyan begins to stir sitting up in bed to see the spikey haired prince hunched over with his chin in his hand at the foot of rhe bed.

"Hm…? Vegeta.. what gives?" She yawned and gently kicked the princes back with her bare feet. "Read this.. brush up on what were going to face.. its not going to be easy. Especially with me doing all the heavy lifting." He growls and hands her the holo pad. "Hey.. i'm just as capable as you dont give me that crap when i just wake up, Vegeta..." "im not 'giving you crap' i'm being realistic and percautionary. The planet before hand wasn't that hard. This ones lethal and were not the firsts to go here" she pulls her tail under the covers of her blanket and rubs her eyes. Still very in a daze of sleep. "If you are tryna scare me im not scared. Well be fine and well do this planet and ill be with the 3 of yall." She reads over the holopad. 

Feeling a sense of dread and nervousness bubble up in her stomach. "Dont pass that arrogance around so easily… its not just YOUR neck on the line here its mine. And i'm not willing to die because you end up being cocky." "Can you lighten up? Your the one that came into my room and looked pretty comfy at the end of my bed." She retorts to the prince who looks mighty taken aback by the implication hes looking comfy around her.

 "Gah! Quit with your nonsensical babbling and take this seriously! Ugh.. just read that over.. ill be in my room. Ill see you in 5 hours, i need my sleep too." He goes to the door. "Vegeta, you haven't slept yet?" He stops before the button, confused as to what's with the change in tone, he turns his head and looks at her through his bangs that still hung in his face. "Please.. sleep for like.. a little longer than that. Ok? I need you as much as you need me" she asked and smiled softly, pressing her hand to her chest. 

Vegeta scoffed and blushed from nose to the tips of his ears "worry about yourself, woman… go to sleep" the begrudging prince leaves and Cala smirks. Laying back and looking at the ceiling and sighing a tear ran down her cheek and she grit her teeth hard.

“Atleast he pretends to give a damn…” Calamatta sighed wearily. CUrling in on herself and letting herself fall back into her slumber.

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Unexpected - Chapter 10

      Hailey rolled out of bed the next morning, wandering around her room, picking out her clothes for the day. Vanessa had sent her a text that she needed to head in to work early, so instead Jay would be picking her up. Hailey smiled at the thought of her room mate arranging a spare ride for her, despite Hailey having a car of her own. But it meant she got to start her day with Jay and that brightened her mood even more than it already was. As Hailey stood in the shower, paying attention to all the little details and enjoying the hot water, she found herself smiling seemingly over nothing. Maybe not nothing, maybe the sense of normalcy she was finally feeling, the new normalcy that is. Hailey had never imagined she would be at this point in her life, but she was finally adjusting to the thought of it. As she washed her body, she carefully rubbed her hands over her growing bump. It was still barely noticeable to the unknowing eye, but to her it seemed massive. Once she was done in the shower and dressed, she headed downstairs for breakfast. Just as she was setting her bowl in the sink, she heard the tell tale grumble of Jay’s truck outside. She grabbed what she needed and all but skipped towards his truck. When she pulled open the passenger door she was met with a huge grin and the smell of her favorite coffee.

“You seem chipper this morning.” Jay noted, planting a kiss on her cheek. 

“Just happy.” She smiled at him as they pointed towards the precinct. 

“Over anything in particular?” Jay asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No...I don’t know really. I just feel good. This feels good.” She nodded towards her stomach where her hands rested. 

“It will be good Hailey. And you’ll be amazing.” Jay smiled, reaching to take one of her hands in his. He went to rest their joined hands between them but Hailey pulled them back and placed his hand across her stomach. She saw him glance over at her, a mix of surprise and happiness on his face. 

“I know there’s not a whole lot happening in there right now...” She looked down at her belly and their conjoined hands. “But I feel like I’m always touching my stomach now. Like she can feel it or something.” She shrugged, glancing back up at Jay to see his response. 

“She?” He asked, a huge grin on his face. Hailey blushed slightly then, dipping her head back down. 

“Yea...I mean, obviously we won’t know for a few more weeks but...I don’t know. That’s just the vibe I get.” She nodded, looking out the window as they pulled into the parking lot. 

“I like it.” Jay said, sending her a wink. “A little you running around, I’m screwed!” He flinched when she playfully punched his shoulder. Jay planted another kiss on her cheek, before his hand came under her chin, turning her face towards him so he could give her a proper kiss. Hailey’s heart raced as she felt the sudden urge to deepen the kiss, shifting in her seat so she could wrap an arm around his shoulders. Hailey was ready to throw all caution to the wind and, despite the fact they were sitting in the precinct lot, take this a little further. Luckily, somehow, Jay was managing to keep his cool and gently separated them, giving her a smile and biting his lip. 

“Easy tiger...” He winked again and it did nothing to calm her down. “Tonight.” His word was a promise and she was already counting down the minutes until they got off work. 

*******

   Hailey spent all of her morning, and most of the afternoon, sorting through old CI files, pulling out anyone who wasn’t an active CI. She found the mundane task oddly enjoyable compared to the usual chaos her work days brought. She sat perched in the center of one of the metal tables in roll up, legs criss-crossed and files spread everywhere around her. Her phone played music softly in the back ground and she found herself humming along to some 90′s classic. Her stomach grumbled, letting her know it was time for a snack when suddenly Jay came down the stairs, bottle of water and a rice krispy treat from the vending machine in hand.

“Is that for me?” She asked, eyeing the treat. 

“Maybe.” Jay teased, pretending to debate whether he was going to give it to her or not. Her stomach grumbled again and he chuckled, handing her the goods. 

“This isn’t half bad.” Hailey spoke around a mouthful of food. 

“The treat or the job?” Jay asked, laughing at the sight of her. 

“Both.” She grinned, taking a sip of the water. 

“I’m glad you’re here, even if it’s not how you want to be.” Jay moved to lean against the table she was sat upon. 

“I definitely want to be on the road again, but right now...this feels right.” Hailey scooted forward on the table, dangling her legs off the edge so that she could rest her head against his shoulder. Jay wrapped an arm around her waist and placed a soft kiss on top of her head. Kevin jogged down the stairs, giving Hailey a frown and informing Jay they had caught a case. Jay turned and gave her a sheepish smile as he headed to follow Kevin. “Get out of here!” She laughed slightly at his hesitation. “But hurry back, I haven’t forgot about your promise for tonight.” Hailey winked at him and laughed when he groaned, before turning back towards the stairs and disappearing from her view. Hailey sighed and let her head hang against her chest as she felt a slight pang of sadness and jealousy that she had to stay behind. Her hands came to rest on her stomach and she found herself smiling at the tiny bulge she could feel under her palms. Hailey sat there for a moment before getting back to her task of flipping through all the files. 

   After another hour with the files, she finally finished and trudged upstairs. She had just sat down at her desk to look at the next item on the to do list Platt had provided her with when she heard some of her team coming up the stairs. Vanessa beamed at her as she cleared the last step, a foam take out container in hand, and headed straight towards her. 

“Two Greek gyros, extra sauce and fries on the side.” Vanessa grinned, handing her the container. Hailey would be lying if she said the gesture hadn’t significantly brighten her day.  

“Thanks! But how’d you know?” Hailey gave her a quizzical look. The food was from her and Jay’s favorite diner and she had never been there with Vanessa so she was confused as to how the officer knew her exact order. 

“We had to do some knock and talks in the area and I knew it’s your favorite place. Might have asked a certain detective what you would get from there.” Vanessa smiled, eagerly taking the fry Hailey offered her. 

“You’re the best!” Hailey exclaimed, truly meaning it. She felt super lucky to have the younger woman in her life. 

“Nah..” Vanessa feigned embarrassment, going to sit at her desk. “Oh yeah, Jay and Kim were still looking for the suspect so they’ll be a bit.” Vanessa answered her unasked question and Hailey nodded with the information. It wasn’t unusual for one of them to be tied up with something, but Hailey felt a sudden wave of nervousness when she realized he had been paired with Kim. Hailey decided to brush it off for now and enjoy the delicious food Vanessa had brought her. When she was done eating, she headed towards the break room to throw out her trash and wash her hands. As she was drying her hands she turned and jumped a little when she realized Adam had followed her, she hadn’t heard him come in. 

“Hey, sorry...” He cleared his throat awkwardly. 

“No worries.” She gave him a small smile, taking in his features. He looked worn out and she knew it was more than just the ware and tear of the job. “How are you?” 

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that question?” He countered, giving her a grin. 

“Touche’.” She conceded, dipping her head. “But you know what I mean.”

“Yea...” He nodded, face somber. “I’m alright...I guess. I’m more worried about her. I just don’t know how to help her.” He glanced up at her, looking for answers.

“I don’t know, it’s a tough spot Adam...” Hailey gave him a sad smile, wishing there was something she could say to help him.

“I really felt like we were making progress too but then she just flipped gears again.” Adam sighed, shaking his head. Hailey felt a pang in her chest, knowing that it was probably her situation that had spurred Kim to have to process her feelings again. 

“Adam I’m so sorry..” Hailey didn’t know what else to say. Their conversation was cut short then when they heard commotion in the bullpen. They both raced out to see the team scrambling around, Kevin turned to them and then his eyes landed on Hailey, looking suddenly nervous with what he was about to say. 

“Jay..uh...Jay’s at Med..” His eyes darted away and Vanessa tugged his arm, spurring him to move. Adam glanced down at Hailey, who was frozen in place, already assuming the worst. Flashbacks from him getting shot poured into her mind and her chest tightened. 

“Hey hey, we don’t know anything yet.” Adam gripped her shoulder, quelling her nerves slightly. “Come on, I’ll drive.”

*****

    They arrived at Med in record time and Hailey was the first through the doors of the lobby, eyes scanning for anyone who could give her answers. She spotted a doctor across the room and immediately pointed his way, nostrils flaring as she struggled to maintain composure. With her eyes glued to the doctor, she didn’t notice Voight approaching her until he was in front of her, cutting off her attack. 

“Hailey...he’s alright.” His deep voice penetrated her worst case scenario thoughts and her eyes met his, bulging with held back emotion and searching his face for more information. “He and Burgess got in a foot pursuit, Jay chased the guy into a building and then tackled him, sending them both crashing out of the window. It was a two story fall and he landed on his shoulder. They’re only worried because of his previous injury there.” Hailey swallowed hard, picturing the tiny scar on his shoulder that she had become all too familiar with as their relationship had grown. Countless times she had found herself tracing around the raised skin, either in the morning before he woke or in the evenings after they had released some pent up tension. She focused on slowing her breathing, repeating Voight’s words in her head. Hailey nodded to her Sargent and he gave a sigh of relief when he saw her coming down. Her eyes scanned the lobby, seeing the rest of her unit huddled in the corner by the vending machines. Vanessa gave her a reassuring smile, knowing all to well the panic Hailey just went through. Noticeably absent from the group was Kim and Hailey scanned the lobby again, finding her sitting alone in a row of chairs, head down and hands clasped in her lap. Hailey met eyes with Adam and could tell her had noticed her too. She gave him a smile and took a deep breath before walking over to the other woman. Hailey hesitated momentarily when she reached her destination, but Kim looked up at her then, nodding to the chair beside her.  

“Hey..” Hailey started, but Kim quickly interrupted her. 

“Hailey, I’m sorry.” Kim’s eyes met her’s and she could see they were red with unshed tears. 

“No no, this isn’t your fault. Jay was just-” Hailey was cut off again before she could finish. 

“Yea no, Jay is...well Jay.” Kim gave a brief chuckle, picturing the detectives antics. “I’m sorry for the way I’ve been treating you.” Kim gave her a sad smile then, barely visible on her lips. 

“Kim..” Hailey started, unsure what to say. 

“What happened to me, that’s not on you. I guess when I found out you were pregnant...I just...I don’t know. I was angry? Angry because I lost my baby and now you were going to get to have one. Angry because I was reckless when I should have been more careful..I was selfish and it cost me my child.” Hailey felt her eyes burn with Kim’s words.

“Kim, you saved that girls life. And I know what it cost you to do that and I can’t even begin to imagine what you’ve gone through... But you aren’t selfish.” Hailey placed a hand on Kim’s knee, giving it a gentle squeeze. When their eyes met again, both woman had tears brimming and ready to fall. 

“Congratulations.” Kim gave a sheepish grin.

“Thank you.” Hailey gave a small laugh, voice still thick with emotion. Will walked up then, letting Hailey know she could go see Jay now. They both stood, Hailey instantly moving to follow Will, but stopped and turned to give Kim a hug, smiling when the other woman reciprocated by squeezing her tightly. They shared another emotion laden chuckle and Hailey turned to jog after Will. 

   He led her down a maze of hallways before they finally came to a stop outside of a room shut off by a curtain. He gave her a smile and nodded towards the room. 

“He’s all yours.” Will joked, causing Hailey to laugh. “And congrats.” He winked and she felt her face blush slightly, she hadn’t asked Jay how Will had handled the news but now she knew he was accepting of it. She pulled back the curtain, grinning when she saw Jay laying in the bed, pouting that he was once again being held hostage in the hospital. 

“Jay Halstead, we have to stop meeting like this.” She teased, walking to his bed side. 

“You gotta get me out of here.” He pleaded, puppy dog eyes and all. 

“And you’ve gotta stop ending up here.” She countered with a laugh. 

“Valid point.” He agreed, rolling his eyes. 

“So what’s the verdict?” Hailey asked, leaning on the bed rail and looking him up and down. 

“I’m all set, they were worried I messed my shoulder up more than it already was. I might have to do some more PT but for now they said to just take it easy.” He sighed, hating the thought of all of that. 

“So no physical activity then?” Hailey asked, raising an eyebrow. He must have been given something for pain because he was slow to catch on at first. 

“Yea, looks like we’ll both be on desk duty for a bit.” He grinned at the thought of them getting to hide out in the filing room together. 

“Lucky you...” She smirked. “But I was wondering about another kind of activity...” He caught on then, maybe by the mischievous look on her face.

“Oh, I’m sure we can figure something out.” He replied, voice suddenly husky. Hailey leaned down to kiss him. It started slow but quickly heated up when Jay wound the hand on his good arm into her hair, pulling her closer. Hailey gripped the bed rail with one hand and the other rested on his chest, gripping his gown. They both jumped when someone cleared their throat behind them and Hailey pursed her lips, looking extremely embarrassed when she turned to face Voight. 

“I see you’re feeling better.” Voight said, an amused look in his eyes. 

“Uh...yea...” Jay stammered awkwardly, shifting in the bed to sit up a little. 

“Mmmm.” Voight nodded, glancing between the two of them. “Well you’ve obviously got the rest of the day off. I’ll see you tomorrow if you’re feeling up to it, you’ll be grounded to your desk until you’re cleared though.” 

“Sounds good Sarge.” Jay nodded, thankful the Voight was letting him off so easy. 

“Oh, and they said you need to take it easy.” Voight looked between them again. “So no funny business.” Hailey’s face burned and she wanted to sink into the ground, her eyes met Jay’s and she knew he was feeling the same. Voight left them alone then, chuckling to himself as he tugged the curtain closed. 

“Well that just happened.” Jay let out a nervous breath.

“Yea...” Hailey nodded and then they both started laughing at the situation.    

[theangriestpea]

Releasing Tension | Sweet Pea

Summary: Y/N is studying to be a masseuse and is practicing on her fellow serpents. Sweet Pea comes up with a way to repay her for her services. <ao3> <kink masterlist>

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2.5k+

Warnings: Erotic massage, Dirty talk, Unprotected sex 

A/N: I’m aware that the massage itself its very erotic, it just leads to erotic things, but that’s just how this panned out lol. I also used smut prompt 37 (anon request) which is the phrase in bold. This completes my erotic massage square on my @riverdalebingo​ kink card! Sorry I’ve had so much going on lately and have’t been writing as much.

You had been training to be a masseuse for the past six months and you had promised the Serpents that you would use them as practice dummies once you thought your skills were somewhat good enough. You were not quite done with school yet but you felt that you knew enough now to safely help ease their tensions.

Your eyes scanned the sign-up list. You had posted it at the Wyrm with times over the course of the next week for anyone to sign up for a free massage, tips encouraged but not necessary. Although mostly everyone had given you something for your time, not always money. Hog Eye offered free drinks one night at the Wyrm. Toni gave your hair a much needed blowout. Really any kind of compensation was nice in your opinion. It didn’t have to be much.

“Sweet Pea?” You asked yourself, anxiety spiking at the name. You had a terribly massive crush on the tall Serpent and knowing you’d soon have your hands all over him made you swallow the nerves balling in the back of your throat. At that moment you heard a knock at your front door. You answered it, seeing the massive man in front of you. You had to tilt your head up to even look him in the eye.

“Hey, doll.” He said coolly, “ready for me?” He pushed passed you to go inside of your trailer, missing the blush that had crept across your cheeks.

“Almost,” You lied, not knowing how you were going to do this without outing yourself. “Can you wait in the room to your left? My table and everything is set up in there. Just take your shirt off, lay on your stomach, and get comfortable.” You instructed, choosing not to look at him.

Sweet Pea shrugged and went into the room, not making much noise as you went into the kitchen to take a few deep breaths in order to calm yourself. He was just a client, you chided, a very attractive client, but a client nonetheless.

Once you thought you were grounded enough to tackle this challenge, the excitement of touching him consensually took over. You stretched your hands and arms lightly before walking into the room, stopping when you noticed that the only thing covering him was a thin towel draped over that perfect ass of his.

“ You’re n-not, um, w-wearing anything under that, are you…? ” You stammered, face a bright red now. Sweet Pea was scrolling through his Facebook news feed, not paying you very much attention.

“No, why would I be?” He asked, voice steady and nonchalant. You felt as if you were going to melt into a puddle on the floor and just die there on the spot. “Don’t people get naked for these?”

While that was true for some practices, most people had at least worn their underwear or gym shorts. No one went totally naked until now. You tried to get a hold of yourself, taking another deep breath. “Y-yea, I mean...yes. Totally, sorry I’m not all here today. I’m going to go wash my hands real quick, just try to relax.”

“No problem, babe.” He said, still concentrating on his phone. He opened Snap Chat and sent a few to a group chat with Fangs and Toni. You shook your head, cutting on some relaxation music before leaving briefly to wash your hands.

While scrubbing you tried to still the thundering heart in your chest. Not only was he totally in the nude, but he also kept using pet names that drove you mad. It was like he knew every button to press to put you on edge.

You finally returned to see that he had put his phone down and his eyes were closed. “This might be weird, but can you focus on my thighs? I’ve been doing mad squats lately and they’re killing me.”

His thighs? You thought to yourself and you stared at them. You swallowed once more, “Yea, sure. I might have to get them from the front too though…” Inside you were screaming for him to please not be comfortable with you massaging the front part of his thigh.

Naturally, Sweet Pea didn’t mind at all. “That’s fine,” He said placidly. You were absolutely mortified, having no idea how this was going to possibly end.

Your teeth sunk into your lip again as you slowly placed your hands on his shoulders to begin. You started working at the tight knots and tense muscles. Sweet Pea would groan with satisfaction when you hit spots that were particularly bad. The sound had heat pooling between your legs uncomfortably.

As you worked your way lower down the large expanse of his back, you took in every curve, scar, and freckle. He was so damn beautiful, you just couldn’t wrap your head around it. And he was letting you touch him like this? You let out a shaky breath that he pretended not to hear.

You got to his thighs and noticed that they were, in fact, much worse than his back and shoulders had been. Your touch was feather light at first, gauging his reaction before truly starting to work on the muscles. Sweet Pea let out a tiny pained gasp when you started to really get into it.

“Sorry, am I hurting you?” You asked, pausing your movements in case you were making things worse.

Sweet Pea chuckled melodiously, “quite the opposite, babe.” You noticed he had to shift the position of his hips, but didn’t understand why. “Sorry, don’t stop.”

Figuring it was just the relief of getting out the tension, you went back to kneading the backs of his thighs. You attempted in vain to tune out the soft, pleasurable sounds he made. You were almost certain that your heart was going to burst out of your chest any minute.

Once you were finished with the back, you tentatively pulled your hands away. “Okay, you can turn over now so I can get the front.”

Sweet Pea grunted again and you cocked your head, figuring he was in such a relaxed state that he didn’t have the energy to turn over. That was not actually the case, truly he was having to douse his growing erection .

When he finally did turn over, you had to look away as the towel shifted dangerously. Your cheeks were alight with embarrassment as he adjusted himself, obviously not caring if you saw him or not. Once he settled back down, you turned your head back and tried not to stare at what the small hand towel was covering.

Your eyes trailed across his Adonis belt lustfully, watching the ‘V’ shape dip lower until it disappeared under the white cloth. Sweet Pea was watching you with amusement and smugness. He had always thought his body was God’s gift to womankind. You were just providing further evidence of it.

Finally you started to work on his thighs again. This time there was a bit of pain in his sounds, however he insisted that you don’t stop. That it was the good kind of pain. Sweet Pea leaned his head back and closed his eyes as if to concentrate as you worked your magic.

Your fingertips made their way to the bottom edge of the towel, noticing that it had been pulling up slowly. What you hadn’t noticed was that the bulge underneath it had been gradually growing as you worked on the sorest parts of his thighs.

Finally, when it was no longer a subtle hard-on and was a full blown erection, you noticed. “S-Sweet P-Pea,” You stuttered, not knowing if he realized what was going on or not. You were fighting every urge not to touch him through the towel, maybe work out a few inner kinks as well. The anxiety had sweat collecting on your palms.

“Yea, doll?” He asked, opening his eyes. When he saw your face, he realized what your issue was. “Oh,” He laughed lightly, “ignore that. My thighs are very...sensitive. Sorry, I should have warned you.” His voice was full of arrogance and cockiness, as if he had every idea as to what he was doing to you.

You silently cursed him inside. “I think I’m done…” You managed to say all at once, words running together as you turned your back to him in an attempt to stop yourself from acting on your desires.

Sweet Pea sat up with a sly look on his face. “I don’t know, beautiful, I think I’ve got some tension left. Don’t I still need to pay you.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying not to listen to his suggestive tone. “N-No, it’s free.”

“I don’t know,” He said and you could hear that he was coming closer, “I think you’re wound up a bit too tight too, princess.” He muttered as you felt his torso press against your back, hands snaking to hold onto your hips. “Don’t think I don’t see the way you look at me.” He whispered dangerously into your ear.

Against your will, your body melted back against his and he took the opportunity to press his firm cock against your ass, grinding slowly. “I think we both have some kinks to work out, don’t you?”

“I-I don’t know. You don’t have to pay me with sex, Sweets, I-” He cut you off by kissing your neck gently. The sensation running thrills down your spine and straight to your wet core.

“I’m not paying you with sex, I’m returning the favor of making me feel good.” He said, lips brushing against the most sensitive part of your neck as he spoke. You were shuddering in his grasp, unable to stop the small whine from coming out of your throat. This had been something you had wanted for so long and you just never had to urge to just ask.

“O-Okay,” You said, finally letting out a pent up breath as you rolled your hips to reciprocate the grinding he did moments before. Sweet Pea couldn’t help but moan at the feeling of your soft yoga pants clad ass moving against him.

“That’s a good girl,” He cooed into your ear before turning you around so you could see him in all of his naked glory. Your eyes traveled down, widening at his size. Jesus Christ, why was everything about him so big.

Sweet Pea chuckled at the expression on your face, “I think you need to lose a few things before we can do this.” His hands turned up the bottom hem of your shirt before pulling it off completely. Your choice of lacy bra had him cocking his head to the side. “You didn’t wear this just for me, did you?”

You couldn’t help the small pout that formed on your lips, “No. I had no idea you had signed up.”

“Then you just decided to be bad today, huh?” He asked, tutting lightly at you playfully as he reached out and took off your bra. “Don’t tell me, matching panties too?”

Secretly you were thanking any god above that you had decided to not wear your old period panties today and instead wore a nice black pair. That would have been incredibly embarrassing.

You let him finish undressing you, sliding off your pants and make a sly comment about your undergarments in the process.  You crossed your arms over your chest, embarrassed to be naked in front of him like this.

Sweet Pea grabbed your wrist and pulled your arms away from you. “Stop, I want to look at you.” He said in an almost tender way as his eyes roved over your body. “I’ve dreamed about this for a while now, I want to get a good view in.”

His statement had you relaxing a bit, so he had wanted you too? That was news to you as he never had really acted like it before. His hand slipped between your legs and he ran a finger down your slit. “Ah, so I was turning you on.” His voice regained the cockiness from before. “You’re soaked and I have barely touched you. You’re not nearly as innocent as you claim to be, are you?”

Before you could answer, he picked you up and forced you against the wall, making you squeak in return. He was smirking at you now, the shaft of his dick was pressed against your folds as he moved his hips. You couldn’t help but moan lightly at the sensation, needing much more than what he was currently giving you. “Please just fuck me,” you whined at him. You weren’t sure how much longer you could handle his teasing.

Sweet Pea couldn’t help but laugh, “Are you sure that tight little pussy can handle this dick?” He moved his hips again and your thighs clenched around his waist. “You know, the other guys always say what a cock tease you are. How you never let them into your pants. I guess that makes me special.” Despite the fact that he was clearly joking, you felt your entire body heat with bashfulness.

He adjusted his hips and his grip on you so he could press his tip against your entrance, not bothering to press in just yet. His eyes met yours, silently asking for consent before going any further. You let out an anxious breath and simply nodded at him, your words failing you in the moment.

After seeing your head move he thrust into you fully, burying himself deep inside your wet core so deep that both of you were moaning in response. Both of his hands were planted firmly on your thighs as he crashed his lips into yours in a bruising and forceful kiss.

He didn’t start slow or gentle and you hadn’t expected him to either. He immediately went pounding into you so that you bounced back onto him in a satisfying rhythm. “Do you enjoy letting all of your clients fuck you like this?” He asked, speaking lowly into your ear before biting at it. “Is that why you wore that nice bra and panty set?”

Your only response came in a breathy moan as he increased his pace. “I guess your specialty is massaging dick with your pussy.” He continued to tease as he thrusted relentlessly into you over and over.

Tension built rapidly in the pit of your stomach, you were a mess in his arms, unable to make any coherent vocalizations. “Fucking cum all over my cock, Y/N, you look so pretty like this.”

His thumb brushed against your clit and that was enough to throw you over the edge and into an ocean of bliss. You called out his name, every muscle tightening around him briefly before relaxing again. Your head rested pitifully on his shoulder as he rode out your highest moment before he released into you himself.

He stood there, catching his breath as he held you tightly, your back against the wall so he could lean against it as well. You eventually unwound yourself from around him in a silent signal for him to put you down. He did so, easing you onto the floor and placing his hands on the small of your waist. “That’s much better.” He said with a smirk. “We should do this again sometime, baby girl.”

You took a deep breath, chancing a glance up into his brown eyes. “I think I’d like that…”

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[powerfultenderness]

Fade Into Light

Title: Fade Into Light

Rating: T

Pairing: Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x Reader

Summary: Kylo Ren has been out of your reach for so long now, but its surprising how being forced into battle somehow brings you closer to Ben Solo. 

Word count: 2693

Warnings: Angst. Violence, non-graphic mentions of blood. 

Notes: Written for @fanfiction-trashpile for @kylosupremeimagines Valentine’s Day Fic Exchange. I hope you like it! Happy Valentine's day

Although you used the Force to deaden the sound of your boots, the man you were attempting to sneak up on turned around quickly. His red lightsaber easily sliced through your vibrosword and set you off balance.

“Where is your lightsaber?”

His voice was so different when he wore that helmet. The distortion fit his new armor well, but your ears did miss his natural voice.

“I didn’t...I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“Hurt me? Ha.”

You winced.

He pointed his saber at you, ready to strike but holding still. “Draw your weapon.”

“Ben. I just-”

“Kylo! I’ve told you. It’s Kylo Ren now.”

You frowned as you stared into that mask, wishing you could see his warm eyes instead of the cold chrome. “Not to me, you’re still Ben. You’re still my best friend.”

“Then you are a fool. Like you’ve always been.”

His saber hummed as he swung, forcing you to drop to your back and draw your own saber, red and green flashing to muddy colors as you blocked his attack. Your vision blurred slightly as the heat from the two blades got closer to your face. You had no choice but to fight back.

You pushed with all your strength, with a considerable amount of the Force behind your push, and still only managed to push him off just long enough for you to roll back to your feet. Ben Kylo Ren was a strong man and master swordsman. Back when he was still training at the temple, he even made Master Skywalker sweat. You, on the other hand, were good, but not that good.

It wasn’t long before he had your back to a wall, literally. The old temple was crumbling and the stone digging into your back only served as a reminder that he was toying with you. Instead of panic flooding your senses however, a flash of mischief overcame you. You could only hope that Ben was still alive inside of Kylo Ren.

You disengaged your blade, ducking down and side stepping as he stumbled into the wall from the sudden lack of resistance. He spun quickly but was met with the tip of your saber now at his neck.

“Cheap tricks won’t save you.”

“Cheap? You were the one who taught that move to me.”

He was silent and you just knew that underneath his mask he was pursing his lips together in frustration. The cheeky grin on your face quickly dropped when you sensed others approaching. You turned on your heel, your saber in a defensive position.

You felt the air move around you, heard the swish of his cloak, and felt warmth radiating off of him as he moved into a defensive stance next to you. It almost reminded you of training with Ben Solo. Almost.

The first sniped shot was deflected by Kylo’s saber, the action forcing him even closer to you so that you could feel the massive bulk of his back against yours. You deflected the next shot and soon the two of you were working in a defensive sync, blocking blaster fire before either of you could get hurt.

“My shuttle is a couple klicks west of here.” You offered first, knowing your best chance to get out of this ambush was with his help.

He stepped further into your space, blocking you from further attacks until you reached the cover of the tree line. He didn’t need you to cover him as he took two giant leaps from the crumbling temple into the forest. Nor did you wait for him to ask you to lead the way, as soon as he was clear of the fire you started running in the direction of your shuttle.

“If they aren’t with you?”

He shrugged, and it looked oddly exaggerated in his new heavy armor. “Treasure hunters, probably.”

“They’re not gonna find anything. I spent two days in that temple with nothing to show for it.”

You stopped running, throwing your back against a tree as you reached out with the Force to see if you were being followed. You looked to your left, Kylo also had his back against a tree but he was looking at you, or past you, it was hard to tell with that stupid mask of his.

“What were you looking for in the ruins?”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Uhmm…” What were you going to tell him? That you heard the First Order was suddenly interested in the ruins of Jedi temples and you were determined to make sure that they didn’t find anything useful? Yea. That wouldn’t end well for you at all.

“What were-”

“You gotta keep up if you wanna make it to my shuttle!”

“Keep up?!”

Even with the voice modulator in his helmet, you could hear the skepticism in his voice. Not that you could blame him. In just the short amount of time since he began to train under a new master, he was so much stronger since last you saw him. He could very easily claim the rank of a Jedi Knight if the New Jedi Order hadn’t been-

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you nearly ran out into the open the second you saw your shuttle. The only thing that saved you from that fatal mistake was a sudden pull on the back of your shirt. You let out a strangled grunt as you stumbled backwards into Kylo’s chest.

You looked up with a glare at him but before you could say anything, he clamped a cold gloved hand over your mouth. You were about to fight him, struggle and protest, when movement ahead of you caught your attention. Two people, both so armored that their features were obscured, were walking off your shuttle carrying a crate of supplies between them.

You pulled Kylo’s hand down as you realized there were more mercenaries around your shuttle, some breaking it down, some scavagining your supplies, and some on guard.

“Aww, my shuttle. Do you know how long it took me to get the credits to buy it?”

He didn’t answer you, but let you stare at your shuttle for a little while more. With one arm wrapped around your waist, and with you still holding onto the hand he initially had covering your mouth, it almost felt like he was trying to comfort you. It was odd to say the least. This was the kind of gesture you’d expect from Ben Solo, but Kylo Ren? The man who was just trying to kill you? And yet, you couldn’t deny that you felt, of all things, safe.

“Come, we can use my ship.”

Though he said this, he didn’t let go of you quite yet. And you didn’t pull away. You wanted to relax in his arms, like-

He moved first and you felt a familiar pang in your heart as you turned to see Ben Solo walking away from you all over again. You shook your head, that man clad in all black wasn’t walking away from you, he was leading you. Kylo Ren, Ben Solo, whatever he called himself, he was still your friend. He just needed to remember.

It didn’t take long to reach his ship since it wasn’t parked very far at all. Which meant that you didn’t have to travel far to reach it, and neither did the mercs.

“Hey, why aren’t they stripping your ship? They didn’t waste any time breaking into mine!”

“They seem to be smart enough not to mess with the First Order.”

You rolled your eyes at his tone as you counted the guards standing around the custom TIE fighter, which you promptly forgot as you realized something else.

“Wait a minute. A TIE? Does it have a gunner seat? I can’t tell from here…”

“No.”

“No? No? What are we supposed to do? Squeeze in together?”

“We’ve been in tighter spots before.”

“Yea, before you hit your growth spurt and turned into a giant!”

“I can always leave you here.”

“Fat chance!”

“Then less arguing and more killing.”

There was no more arguing with him as he strode out of the cover of the forest and into the open zone. A few of the mercs pointed their rifles at him and started yelling at him to stop. He didn’t. They opened fire, he ignited his lightsaber and began to make quick work of them.

You were almost tempted to let him do all the work, but seeing the mercenaries call in backup, most likely those who had been working on your shuttle, changed your mind. You didn’t quite walk out into the open like him however. Instead you remained under cover and used your blaster to pick off the incoming mercenaries from a distance.

It worked well, keeping the number of people that Kylo had to fight to a minimum and keeping you in a safe spot. Until you felt a sharp burning sensation hit your side. You swallowed a pained yell and rolled out of your hiding spot. You risked a glance back to see two mercs chasing you and cursed under your breath.

“Ah, Ben! Incoming!”

He turned, his cloak swirling around him, with an outstretched hand as he used to the Force. You turned and couldn’t swallow the scream this time. There, just a few inches from your face was a blaster shot hovering in the air.

Acting quickly, you pulled out your lightsaber and used it to hit the blaster fire back at the mercenary who shot at you. It was easy to hit it back to him too, as both men were shocked to see the Force used in such a manner. Even you were shocked, but you knew better than to just stand around and stare in amazement.

The impact of the return shot knocked both men back and gave you the time to catch up to Kylo.

“How many times must I save you?”

“You wouldn’t do it if you didn’t love me.”

You could practically see him rolling his eyes behind that mask of his, especially with the little shake of his head he gave. “Let’s go before more come.”

Now that the fight was over and your adrenaline levels were falling, you were starting to feel the pain of the wound on your side. You did your best to ignore, you would have to wait until you were somewhere safe to attend to your wound.

You jumped into the TIE after him, landing awkwardly on his lap, and had to bite back a hiss of pain. Your landing was none to gentle on him too, he grunted and had to immediately catch you and adjust the both of you in the single person seat. One of your legs dangled next to his while the other was stretched out across his lap. It was a tight fit but he managed to get his arms around you enough that he could still pilot effectively.

“Tired? Instead of chasing me around the galaxy, you should concentrate on your training.”

You coughed out a laugh, “I was here first.”

He chuckled, or at least you assumed that's what that noise from his helmet was, as he ignited the engines and started the ascent. He mumbled something about auto pilot once he broke atmo but you were starting to feel sleepy. Your head dropped on his shoulder and you moved even closer to him. “You’re so warm.” You whispered as your eyes drooped.

Kylo was content on ignoring your odd comment, writing it off as exhaustion, but shifted to get a better look at you when he felt something wet seep through his sleeves.

“Did you somehow find the one puddle on that planet and fall in it?”

He tried to quip, but when you didn’t answer he took off his helmet and took another look at his hand that was pressed into your side. It took a moment but he realized that the liquid coating his glove was not water.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were hit?!”

You jumped at his sudden outburst and held back a cough. “Oh. It’s not that bad.”

“We need to get you help. Where’s the nearest Resistance base?”

“Don’t know. I don’t work for them.”

“You don’t?”

“No. I just. I just wanted you back.”

He stared at you until you closed your eyes again.

“Hey, no. Stay awake. Need to stop the bleeding.”

The last part he muttered to himself, but you tried to focus on his words anyways, just to stay awake.

He shifted again, apologizing when you let out a pained whimper, and managed to tear a decent sized piece of cloth from his cloak. As carefully as he could, he wrapped it around your waist, tying it tightly in hopes to staunch the blood flow.

“I’m taking you to the Supremacy.”

You hummed in acknowledgment, though the named ship meant nothing to you. Every so often he’d say something, mostly your name, just to make sure you were still alive. You obliged him every time, with a grunt or a hum, occasionally you’d say his name. Ben. He never corrected you.

Eventually you lost consciousness.

When you came to again you were on a medical table, an unresponsive med droid sat in the corner of the white room. You didn’t have the strength to sit up, even if you did, you wouldn’t have been able to. Your wrists and ankles were tied down to the table.

Ah. So Kylo Ren did end up taking you back to the First Order. If they were hoping for information on the Resistance, they were going to be disappointed. You were telling the truth when you said you didn’t work for them.

Whatever. Kylo Ren, and his new master, could easily find this out through use of the Force. You just wanted to get your hands free. Your side, where you’d been shot, was still hurting. Not as much, but clearly you needed to wake that med droid again.

You reached out with the Force, attempting to find Ben/Kylo, what you found instead made you retreat back so quickly the sensation was almost physical.

Evil. Pure evil. You’d never sensed anything like it before. It wasn’t Kylo Ren. It had to be his new master, Snoke.

What scared you was the intention you sensed. Death. Your death. What scared you the most, however, wasn’t that Snoke intended to kill you. That you could have guessed. It was that the intention was shared. Kylo Ren was determined to kill you to further throw himself into the dark side of the Force.

No. He couldn’t. He didn’t want that. If he wanted you dead he could have just left you on that planet alone to die. He wouldn’t have brought you back to his ship and given you enough treatment to make sure you would live. Why waste resources like that? Why make the effort to save you if he was just going to kill you?

In your panic you reached out to Ben again, hoping that he would help you. That’s when you sensed his indecision. The side of him that was Ben Solo wanted to save you. The side of him that was Kylo Ren wanted to kill you. It was like seeing two sides of a coin. The tear in his will was growing. And you knew-

The doors to the med bay hissed open and the slow cadence of boots echoed in the room. You tried to look up to see who it was but you could only lift your head enough to see black. He still had no cloak. Your eyes traveled up to his armor. If you looked closely you could see the blood stains from your wounds. If you looked even closer you could see that the armor was torn, and some of the blood stains were fresh.

And you knew, if you looked higher and saw the familiar face of your friend, you had a chance to escape. But if you saw the mask of Kylo Ren, you were good as dead.

And you knew.

[lovelybunny08]

A Blissful Moment (Revised)

♡ Pairing- Jimin and you

♡ Genre- Smut and One-Shot

♡Description- You finally convince your friend to go out to a club; on the last weekend your in Korea.

♡ This is my first story in a long time. For personal reasons I am scared of writing but thanks to some people I decided to try it. Please leave comments on what you honestly think. ♡

♡ Word Count- 3,644

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You monotonously check your Instagram one last time before putting your phone back in your clutch. You’re currently in the backseat of an uber with your best friend as you head to one of the hottest clubs in Gangnam. You had spent the last few days begging for her to go until she finally caved. You knew you had her when you argued that this was your last weekend in Korea, and that there was no better way to end the vacation than with several overpriced drinks, average to cringe-worthy dancing, and some extremely attractive strangers. Some of the mystique from the night fades, however, when you and she get out of the car and join the line that runs nearly a block away from the club entrance. This was your one of your last nights in Korean, though, and nothing was going to drag your mood.

“I can’t believe I finally convinced you to go to a club” you announce as you beam at your friend.

“You’re lucky I love you, because there’s no other way I would stand in these heels for this long if I didn’t cause honestly my feet are going to be fuc—” her words are cut off when you abruptly squeeze her into a hug.

“C’mon don’t think so much let’s just have fun” you muffle in response as you shove your cheek against hers and tighten your hold on her shoulders. If you only knew then how utterly dumb your words would sound after the events that would follow.  

After shuffling forward for almost an hour, you finally reach the velvet ropes. You and your friend eagerly flash your passports to the bouncer and pay the hefty entrance fee. As he removes the ropes to allow your passage, you can already feel the bass from the music thrumming through the floor. As you emerge from the long black hallway into the main part of the club, your draw nearly hits the floor from what you see. This place was utterly massive with several bars lining every wall space, a dance floor larger than any you’d ever been on, and a balcony above stretching around the whole joint. You easily identify the balcony as the VIP lounge when you spot the security at the stair entrances on either side of the club. That didn’t stop your eyes from peering through the glass railing to catch anything interesting. Without a soul in sight you figure they must all hang away from the railings for privacy. You shrug and grab your equally amazed friend’s hand and drag her to the nearest bar. You lean across the bar to order (shout is more accurate) two vodka’s in RedBull with two shots of green tea shots. Waiting for your order, you and your friend lean with your backs against the bar, taking in the scenery once more. The DJ is losing his mind on stage at the opposite end of the club as his audience screams every time he twists the track.

“This club is the definition of high-end insanity!” your friend shouts into your ear. You quickly yell back,

“Yea, I know! I read somewhere online that it’s supposed to be one of the best clubs in Gangnam!”

“I can see why! This night club looks like it’s straight out of a movie!” She answers, and you nod your head in agreement. You feel her turn to face the bar before her arm is outstretched, handing you your drink as she begins to chug hers.

“Come on and drink up so we can dance!” She smiles when she comes up for air. With new enthusiasm, you both down your drinks in record time before dragging each other deep into the mass of hot, sweaty bodies. You begin to roll your hips in the tight space as your ears catch onto the familiar tune. You’re surprised to hear reggaeton pulsing through the speakers

Several tracks and quite a few drinks later, you and your friend are still dancing the night away as the alcohol in your veins takes away any inhibitions. A thin sheen of sweat covers you skin, making you shine with a worn out, dewy look matched with a large dopey grin as you scream as the next song begins to play. You begin dancing once more when a tall, burly man in a dark suit approaches from behind your friend. You recognize him as one of the security personnel and begin to wonder what you or your friend could have done wrong when he interrupts your thoughts.

“Excuse me, ladies, but there are a few VIPs who request they meet with you,” he explains.

With a sigh of relief, you playfully roll your eyes at your friend. Of course, she had caught the eye of some rich or famous man. Your friend was naturally stunning. Her slim frame was accentuated perfectly in her black shorts and white halter top tonight. To top it off, her long, sleek black hair draped down her back, effortlessly catching the eyes of several men throughout the night; now including some high-end suitors as well. Meanwhile, your eyes travel down your figure in a simple, green sleeveless dress that stopped mid-thigh. You look back up to meet your friends pleading eyes. You chuckle as you lightly shove her shoulder,

“Go on” you laugh. Her brow furrows slightly in concern.

“Are you sure?” she asks.

“Heavens, yes! I’ll be perfectly fine dancing here with strangers as we have been all night. Now go and meet whoever, but you have to tell me all the juicy details later!” You exclaim with a wink.

“But—” your friend tries to respond but is cut off by the security guard.

“Actually, they requested both of you.” He corrects.

You stand there dumbfounded, trying to process that there were high-end men up there who for some reason not only wanted your friend but also you. Before you could ponder up various explanations, you feel your friend’s grasp around your wrist as she chirps,

“Great! Lead the way!”

You both follow the security guard closely as to not get lost in the crowd. When you arrive at the bottom of one of the staircases to the balcony, you meet four other guards who quickly step aside for the guard you are following. As you climb the stairs, your eyes glance across the club to the other staircase to see how many guards there were. Damn, who was so important that there were nearly 10 guards blocking the entrances to the VIP lounge? You all eventually arrive at the balcony entrance, blocked by a swing glass half-door. When the guard swings the door open, you and your friend step onto the fine red carpet and continue to follow the guard to the back of the lounge. You stare at your feet as you all amble over because the nervousness in your stomach begins to eat away at you. What did they want? Why you and your friend? Why were there so many guards? Before you walk face-first into the back of the guard, your friend grabs your shoulder. You spare her a thankful glance before turning to take in what, or rather who, sit before you. There is a low-set square table, only a couple feet above the ground, supporting a wide variety of drinks. Surrounding the table on three sides, is a jet-black leather couch, providing a striking contrast against the red carpet. While this screams prestige, you are so distracted by your audience that your brain no longer registers—well, anything else. Not the music. Not at how the guard is no longer there. Not even at your friend whose grip tightens on your shoulder. You suck in a breath as you finally admit to yourself that you’re not dreaming. There before you, sitting casually with their arms draped across the back of the couch, are Jeon Jungkook and Park Jimin.

You vaguely take in a few other guys and girls sitting on other parts of the couch, but you could care less. To ease yourself in, you scan Jungkook first. He is the embodiment of sin in tight black dress attire and designer leather boots. Your mouth waters at the way the muscles in his thighs pull tightly on his pants. After adjusting to Jungkook, you breathe in sharp breath and comb over every inch of the man that is Park Jimin. His pristine white dress shirt hugs his arms and stretches across his chest and abdomen before it dips underneath the band of his black skinny jeans finished with black leather boots as well. At this point, you are biting on your tongue so hard that you aren’t entirely sure if you would be able to talk due to swelling. Content with staying silent, you continue to stare, well honestly gawk, and the way Jimin’s smooth skin peeks out at the top of his shirt where the buttons were—

“You both are pretty impressive on the floor, dancing well enough to capture the attention of these two pros” says one of the other guys on the couch as he nods his head in Jimin and Jungkook’s direction. Your friend throws a soft smile and a “thanks” before turning to squarely face you. She leans in and whispers in your ear,

“Aren’t those two guys from that group you like?” All you can do is nod your head in affirmation; your eyes not breaking from Jimin’s form once as his scan you from head to toe.

“Hey, why don’t you both come take a break beside us?” Jungkook smirks as he pats the couch between the two of them. You freeze and of course your brain decides to leave you in your most dire moment. To save you from staring blankly, your friend nudges you forward enough to stumble next to where Jimin is seated. You throw a glare at your friend as she snugly takes her place next to Jungkook. She did this on purpose. She knew your bias was Jimin, and although her intentions were pure your thoughts at the moment were anything but.

“Where are you both from?’ Jungkook breaks the silence first.

“ Oh, well I’m from the states, but my family is Hispanic.” Wow, maybe your brain returned enough for you to answer a question.

“Ah,” Jimin’s breath is hot on your ear as he leans in. “and where is your family from?”

You manage to force out a coherent string of words about your ethnicity, but the husky yet sweet smell of Jimin’s cologne left you incapable of focusing.

“That explains why you looked so sexy dancing then…” You suck in a breath as he places his hands on your thighs while admitting this. Wow. Okay. Park Jimin. His hands. His hands on you. This is happening, right now. Okay, This. Is. Happening. Now. You don’t respond to him because this has to be a dream. Nonetheless, it’s a dream you don’t want to end. Jimin inches closer to you and whispers in a low even tone,

“You don’t have to seem so shy. You know who I am. You know exactly who I am don’t you?” Jimin’s hands wander further up your thighs, the coldness of them making you shiver slightly. “I recognize your tattoo. You’re an ARMY.”

Your eyes fly down to your wrist where you had a tattoo of the cover of the Love Yourself album inked onto you as a permanent reminder. You had been a little concerned that he would view fans as off limits, but the whole time Jimin continues to run his hands up and down your thighs, getting closer and closer to where you want to feel him most

“I—” You cleared your throat to prevent squeaking. “I—won’t tell anyone I saw you and Jungkook here, I swear.” Your promise radiates in your eyes as you lock gazes with him. His eyes pull into a smile.

“I trust you…and you haven’t even glanced at your phone the whole time you’ve been here.” Both pairs of eyes stare at the object of conversation. You remember you had placed your phone on the table when you were sitting down. As if on cue (and the universe working against you), your phone buzzes with a notification. That part is fine. It’s just a random email. However, it is behind the notification that turns your face scarlet. Staring back at you and Jimin, lit up in all of its LED glory, is your lockscreen of Park Jimin’s abs. Oh, yes. The universe does indeed want you to hide away forever. Your face falls into your hands, and you don’t even try to explain it. Although, you can’t resist the curiosity of seeing his reaction, so you spread your fingers to peak through them… and you’re met with the darkest gaze you’ve ever seen grace his angelic features.

“Aha, I see what type of ARMY you are…” he grips your chin to make you look directly into his eyes. “You’ll do what I say, won’t you dear?” Surprisingly, your motor functions haven’t short-circuited, and you manage to nod your head. “Good. Now be a good girl and sit on my thighs, legs open, facing me” he demands.

He doesn’t need to ask twice as you’re quick to follow orders. As soon as you’ve placed yourself over his lap, you feel his hands cup your jaw as you’re drawn forward into him. The kiss is hard and deep, contrasting with the soft, pillowy feel of his lips. You let out a small groan and an instinctual roll of your hips before you abruptly still on top of him. He is hard, very hard. This lets you know two things: 1) Holy hell you got THE Park Jimin hard? Your ego has never been more inflated, and 2) his size was well above what you have dreamed and that speaks volumes. Feeling more courageous after this discovery, you experimentally roll your hips harder across his erection. When you pull a deep growl from his throat, you know it’s over. He drags you in by your hips and begins kissing you even harder, tongue encircling yours and fighting for dominance. Small moans from both sides only spur you both on further until you’re positive your dripping. As you continue to encourage his wandering hands, he bites on your bottom lip and drags it through his teeth, pulling away to flash a devilish grin.

“You want me little bunny?” Fuck. You’re already soaked and now the nickname? Hell, if agreeing to him makes him put his mouth on you again then you’ve forgotten how to say no. You bite your lip as your hands trace up his chest, your eyes following your motion until they lock with his.

“Yes,” you half moan, half whisper to him. You feel one his hands sprawl across your upper back and suddenly you’re falling forward, chests pressed tightly against each other.

“Then un-zip my pants and ride me,” he deadpans.

“W-What? B-But—people are going to see us Jimin!”

“Shh darling, they won’t. It’s too dark, they’ll just assume you’re giving me a lap dance of sorts.”

Although in your mind you know his logic is flawed, the pull in your lower abdomen is writing his new philosophy across your decisions for the next half hour. You want to say you’re smarter—at least be able to say that you give yourself a few moments to consider.

Nope.

Nada.

Not at all.

You don’t even hesitate. You slide backwards slightly on his thighs, creating just enough space to unzip his pants and pull out his swelling erection. Stifling a moan at the sight, you ready yourself by reaching to move your panties to the side when Jimin’s grip closes around your wrist.

“Take them off and give them to me.”

You look at his expression to see if it’s a joke, but his eyes are void of humor and filled with lust. You quickly, and without shame you must add, stand up to slide off the lavender lace panties and curl the soaked material into Jimin’s outstretched palm. He immediately pockets them and drags you by your hips to resume where you both were headed previously. His fingers dig harshly into your hips as he guides your wet center down onto his dick. You both let out quiet moans at the indescribable sensation.

His size stretches you out so well, leaving a pleasurable sting as he bottoms out. You both sit there completely still giving each other time to adjust to the feeling and you the sheer size of him. Seeing your face relax, he mutters, “move” and begins to pull at your hips. You’re dying for relief, so you set a fast pace sliding up and down his length. You bite your lip in order to hold back the salacious noises you want to be screaming right now, but there are too many eyes that might suspect more than a lap dance if you do. To make up for this deficit, you pick up the pace and roll your hips even more, small beads of sweat beginning to form on your hairline and roll down your neck. Your thighs burn from the vigorous motion, and he catches the way you begin to falter. Without missing a beat, his hands dig into your flesh and guide you up only to slam you back down onto him. The pace combined with the sudden force is bringing you closer to your release.

“Please, Jimin I-I’m so close,” you whisper heavily.

“Good. Now, relax my little bunny and cum on my dick. Let go—”

“Agh! Jimin!”

You can’t help but cry out his name when those sweet words fall breathily from his lips and push you over the edge. In response to your outburst, you feel a heavy hand land on your ass, and you let out a small yelp. Your eyes flick to Jimin’s which tell you that the slap is a silent warning to stay quiet. As you continue to ride your high, Jimin gives a few hard thrusts and releases inside of you. You roll your hips lazily a few more times to help him before the oversensitivity becomes too much. You weakly slide yourself off of him and turn to collapse down next to him on the couch, your legs still dangling across his thighs. As he tucks himself back into his pants, your eyes lazily scan your surroundings. To your surprise, everyone is still preoccupied with their own business, not a single eye cast in you and Jimin’s direction. The wetness in between your thighs is growing sticky and uncomfortable, so you decide to go clean yourself before it dries completely.

“I think I’m going to head to the restroom and clean myself.”

“Yea, the bathroom is on the left down that hallway in the back.”

           You flash him a nod in confirmation and rise to your feet, pulling your dress down as you do so. Jimin sends you a wink as you walk away and leans towards the table to fix himself a drink. Once you finish cleaning yourself, you stare dead at your reflection in the mirror. This is the first time tonight your mind is catching up with your actions. You can’t believe it. You just fucked Park Jimin. THE Park Jimin. In public no less! You’re equally stunned and amazed with yourself as you head out of the bathroom and back down the hallway. Once you return to the opening of the lounge, your friend is leaning on the wall waiting for you.

“Hey, y/n. I’m glad I gave you time to uh, finish up, but I’m really really exhausted, and these heels are digging into my soul now.”

“Alright, alright. Let’s go say goodbye and then we can go back to the hotel.”

           As you stroll back to the couch, Jimin and Jungkook rise to their feet to give their farewells. You and Jungkook exchange a laugh as you say that you’re happy to meet him. Then your friend leans in close to wish her best to Jungkook, and you roll your eyes and turn to Jimin. When you spin towards him, his face is mere inches from yours again. He leans in even closer as he slides something into your palm.

“I thought you might want to keep my number for the next time you’re in Korea, by the way thank you for the present.”

With a wink and small peck on the cheek, he sends you off. You and your friend quickly descend back to the floor of the club and make a beeline for the exit, eager to get to the hotel and flop into bed. After climbing into the back of a taxi, your mind wanders off about the fluffly sheets you would soon get to pass out on. Your friend, however, has different intentions for the ride back.

“So, uh- that was one hell of a lap dance you were giving Mr. Park, huh?”

Your head whips to her side of the car as you witness the most brilliant know-it-all grin she could muster plastered across her face.

“W-wha- h-how, b-but I-we were so care—”

“Please, y/n, Jungkook and I were on the other side of the couch, not the universe.” You stare dumbly in complete disbelief and utter embarrassment. “Hey, hey it’s okay. You had a good night, and an even greater time in Korean now, right?”

Your face slowly morphs into a large grin. “Yeah, and I can’t wait to come back for more…memories?”

“Also what present was he talking about” your friend asked.

That when you realize that son of a bitch had your panties still. You turned to your friend

“Maybe he meant the lap dance” you told her with a smile.

You both fall apart into giggles at your weak attempt to disguise your favorite part about Korea. With a few more laughs and excessive eye rolls, the taxi continues to drive into the night, closing the most ~memorable~ vacation you’ve ever had.

[zankivich]

Neighbors: Shawn x Plus-Size Reader Chapter 17

a/n I could literally go on and one and one about this chapter. What I was thinking, what I meant, what I wanted it to feel like. But I really just want to leave it all out here for you. If you have thoughts please come talk to me about them. I am literally bursting at the seams right now. I used a song for this chapter called Grow as We Go by Ben Platt. It is beautiful, please listen to it. I love you. K bye. 

Warnings: smut, love, feels, pizza, and space buns.

Y/n’s point of view*

You’re sitting on the couch between Stu and Bryan when your phone starts to ring.

Shawn:I just knocked on your old apartment door out of habit

Shawn: a forty-year old man lives there now. He had me go into his daughter’s room and sign a poster.

You can’t help but snort. Of course he went into the room. Idiot.

y/n: Shawn why would you enter that man’s home in the first place?

Shawn: He was nice! I felt bad for interrupting his day. Can we get back to the issue at hand which is that you’re no longer ten feet away from me?

y/n: and kind of homeless? Certainly a massive turn of events has occurred.

Shawn: Where are you? I’ve got the movie Us on my tv. We haven’t watched scary movies together in a long time.

Y/n: I’m at Stu and Bryan’s. Are you asking me on a date right now?

Shawn: Yes. Come overrrrrr. Please?

“Welp! I have to go.” You announced pushing yourself off the couch

“And just where are you going, young lady? It’s past your curfew!” Stu chuckled.

You flipped your friend off and quickly began ruffling through your suitcase for cuter underwear.

“Funny. Some random guy wants me to come over. As fun as you both are, I haven’t had dick in over six months.”

Bryan was confused.

“I thought she was giving things another go with Shawn.”

“She is, baby. Random guy is not random at all. She’s ditching us for her future husband. Try to keep up.” Stu explained patting his boyfriend on the arm in consolation.

You found the pale pink lacey number and quickly ran around changing your entire outfit to look less “woman sleeping on her friend’s couch” and more “comfy chic but you can totally bend me over in you want”.

“Isn’t the whole point of being in a relationship that you don’t have to do whatever it is you’re doing right now?”

You rolled your eyes again as you slipped into a pair of shorts that showed off your ass and a tank top that would provide a wonderful excuse to snuggle under a blanket.

“Perhaps you missed the part where we kind of broke up slash kinda didn’t but definitely did? This is surely the least I could offer him. And the least he can offer me...is his penis! Goodnight friends!”

You uber’d to Shawn’s which frankly was a little cocky on your part. There were nothing that said Shawn had to let you spend the night again, nothing that even said he had to have sex with you that night. Although you had both come to terms with everything and agreed to be together, you hadn’t exactly decided where you were starting. Was this an all the way back to the beginning sort of deal, or were you simply progressing from where you left off?

When he opens the door and pulls you in by your hips to kiss your lips like he hadn’t seen you in months, you think maybe things will lean in the direction you wanted them too. Here's a hoping.

“Well hello to you too.”

His eyes widened and he quickly stepped back.

“Was that wrong? I shouldn’t have done that right? Shit.”

You shake your head and close the door before the neighbors ask him to sign more things.

“You’re totally fine. That is a perfectly acceptable way to greet me.”

“Come on. My apartment missed you.”

The living room is set up a little differently than usual. Gone are Shawn’s video game consoles and in their place is an abundance of pillows and candles littered about. He made popcorn, and it doesn’t even smell burnt. He’s got your favorite blanket folded and waiting. It’s so weird. It kind of feels like a first date all over again. But also it just sort of feels like home.

“Have you seen the movie yet?” He asked as you adjusted yourselves into the cushions.

You shook your head softly. “No. I’ve heard good things though.”

“It’s pretty fucking terrifying. Might need you to hold me half way through.”

“Yea?”

“Yea.”

Your mind was on a very distinct path. A path of a woman who had begun showing signs of carpal tunnel from flipping her bean too much. So, when Shawn reminded you that you’d left one of your big t-shirts in his room if you wanted to “get comfortable”, you were sure that you were picking up all of the signals. You tugged at your shorts and settled your underwear in that really sexy, but totally non functional way above your hips and walked back out to the living room to get your man.

The moving is playing and the sun is still out and no one has died yet. Shawn smiled at you as you walk back into the room. It’s all the motivation you need to straddle him right there on the couch. When your lips touch, it’s exactly what you’ve been missing. You ran your tongue along his bottom lip, nipped softly at the skin with your teeth. His hands came up to rest on your lower back, and you pushed your hips down against his playfully. God you missed him.

So when his hands come up to where yours are gripping tightly in his hair the only thing that comes to mind is maybe he’ll flip you face down ass up. Not that he might push you away all together.

“Babe.” He whined reaching for the remote. “W--What about the movie?”

You peered back at M’baku’s face. Surely he was sexy as all hell, but like...you’d had other plans.

“Oh...did you really want to watch that?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Yea? We haven’t seen each other in months. And the last time we did anything sexual you used me like a vibrator and then hung up on me.”

You sighed collapsing back on your heels. “Shawn, I thought we weren’t holding grudges against each other.”

“We’re not! Hey, look at me.” He mumbled sternly, grabbing your chin with his fingers. “I’m not holding a grudge. I just thought it might be good for us to ease into things. I missed you y/n. Like in your entirety, as a human being. I actually wanted to spend time with you.”

You groaned softly letting your forehead come to rest on his chest. Leave it to Shawn to somehow make not having sex with you sound like prose. Bastard.

“That sounds incredibly sweet. And lovely.”

He snorted. “But?”

“No. No buts. You’re right. We should...ease. If I wake up again humping my pillow, well those are just the consequences I’ll have to live with.”

“I’m sorry.” He chuckled, and kissed your forehead. “If it makes you feel any better, the amount of wet dreams I’ve had on tour is double anything I had when I was a teenager.”

“It doesn’t make me feel any better. It makes me horny. Let’s watch your movie, boy scout.”

You rolled off of him, exasperated and a bit frustrated, and let him put the movie back on. His eyes roamed over your face in what was probably concern, but you figured you should keep your eyes on the movie. No one said it would be easy to fall back into a relationship like theirs.

Eventually the movie completely captures both of you. You worm yourself around Shawn’s bicep and gasp a little when the jumpscares happen. It’s a hell of a movie. A movie rooted in something far greater than just its first glance. As a horror buff, you’re a bit taken aback at it all. And when it ends you spend the next hour just talking about what it all means. This is the natural part. When it’s just the two of you talking each other’s ear off, and the other having nothing else they’d rather listen to.

When Shawn starts to clean up from your night together it sort of seems like your cue to leave. You tug your shorts and shoes back on and flicker through the app to find your uber.

“Hey. Where are you going?” He asked stepping back into the living room from the kitchen.

“Oh I’m just getting my ride back home. Didn’t feel like trying to find a place to park.”

He frowned. “You’re not staying?”

“Did you...want me to stay?”

“W--Well yea. We haven’t cuddled in a long time. I sort of thought that was a given.”

“Well I thought so too and then there was the whole not wanting to touch me thing, so I figured I shouldn’t assume.”

He groaned helplessly and came to plop down on the couch beside you.

“Why would you say that? Of course I want to touch you. I”m just trying not to fuck this up again.”

You peered over at him, both of you a little frustrated and a lot confused. Apparently this was going to be a little more difficult than either of you gave credit for.

You reached slowly to climb into Shawn’s lap, eyeing him to make sure that it was okay. He reached for your hips and ran his fingers beneath your shirt. It made you tingle, but that’s not important.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, playing at his curls. “I guess I just...wasn’t sure how far back we were starting. I want to sleep in the same bed with you. I want to hold you again. And I missed my best friend too, dammit. I just also missed my boyfriend.”

He nodded. “You’re right. We didn’t really discuss it. It’s gonna take some time for us to get the hang of things. But...I don’t want to start all over. I love that I sleep the best when I’m wrapped around you. And I love hiding my face in your neck and in your hair. I’ve missed these things for months. I don’t want to miss them anymore. Can we please go to bed? We can talk more in the morning.”

“Okay. Can you kiss me first?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

He pulls you by the chin until your lips touch and it’s so much better than before. There’s hunger there, something that says you’ve tasted what it was like to be apart and you’re not interested in ever going back. His tongue teases you until you’re opening up, until he’s kissing you like it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted to do. Your heart picks up speed in your chest and your hips get a little tighter around his waist.  He teases as your thighs with his palms and then all of a sudden you’re flying through the air as your boyfriend lifts you with a grunt and take you to bed.

“What in the hell!” You gasp holding on for dear life.

You did not simply just get lifted. Especially not by your much thinner,much lighter boyfriend. Even more than that you had thought that you didn’t even want to be lifted. The thought of someone throwing their back out or struggling under your weight was all you needed to ruin the mood. But here he was. Surprising you as always.

“Baby we don’t have time. We gotta go to bed.” He grinned playfully.

“Well this is just ...unbelievably hot against my better judgement.” You whined hiding your face in his neck in fear that he might drop your ass any second. “You spend a lot of time lifting Camila to get this move down?”

“Not funny and not now!”

You snorted playfully. “Just seem to really enjoy dancing and wall humping all of a sudden. I thought i'd ask.”

He absolutely purposely lets you fall with a slightly too big of a bounce to the bed before climbing delightfully on top of you. When the weight of his hips roots you to bed, you knot your fingers in his sweats and try to tug him even closer. You didn’t know it was possible to miss someone this much. Especially not when they’re frowning at you for taking the piss out of them.

“You were making fun of me.” He whined playfully.

You shook your head. “Oh no, I wasn’t. There’s nothing I loved more than being in the middle of Madrid only to see my man with his tities out hip grinding with Camilla Cabello. It was actually a highlight for me.”

“Your man, aye?” He grinned nose skimming the length of your neck.

“Of course that is what you got out of that.”

“Everything else was nonsense. It was a music video. I’ll have you know I can now do at least a basic salsa, and I’d love to take you out sometime.”

You snorted. “So you can drop my ass on the ground too?”

“Okay you officially paid way too close attention to me while you were away!”

But you only continued laughing.

***

When you wake up Shawn’s already awake. You were usually one to turn away in your sleep, but this time you’d managed to cradle into his chest. His fingers were in your hair, playing delicately with the strands. The sun peeked through his curtains and you were amazed even now at how beautiful his cheekbones were in the light. For a moment you just stare at each other. His eyes are that beautiful shade of hazel and his thumb grazes across your cheek like somehow you might be just as pretty as he is. Apparently you kinda were. When he kisses you, your toes feel weightless and your tummy flutters like crazy. You missed this.

He moves to roll you over, smoothly finding his way between your thighs. His fingers skim underneath your t-shirt and the whole time those lips are still on yours. When his hips start to move, and yours are canting against his you start to feel breathless. And needy. And a little desperate.

“Take your shirt off.” He mumbled softly leaning up on his knees to follow his own directive.

You blinked up at him. “But I thought…”

“Take it off, baby. I need you.”

Well. Yes. Yes to all of that.

You tugged at your own shirt haphazardly before tugging his sweats down his thighs. Your fingers wasted no time in reaching into his briefs to hold his hardening cock in your hand.

He groaned softly, head bowing at your touch. You were wet already. That literally was all it took. How stupid of you to think that you could ever do without this. God, you needed him.

“Fuck,” He sighed. “You have no idea how much I missed that.”

His thighs are firm and solid, muscles tensing on every upward stroke. You love watching him as you touch him, the way his face scrunches up in pleasure. It’s the furrowing of his brow. The way that he bites his lip. The way his hips press forward desperately for you as his tip gets red and rosey.

“Want you to do something for me.” You mumbled from beneath him.

He nods without question, always willing to please you.

“Anything, baby. Just wanna make you feel good.”

You blow softly on his head pressing a kiss to the open slit.

“Want you to fuck my face….And then I want you to make love to me.”

It’s a bit of a contradiction and you can see the shock on his face at your words, but you kind of need him fast and hard, and you kind of need him now. Doesn’t mean a bitch can’t be sentimental too.

“Holy fucking shit I missed you so much.” He whined breathlessly. “A--Are you sure? I don’t wanna hurt you.”

You tugged at the back of his thigh and nodded your head.

“Please, Shawn? Please?”

“God.” He whined reaching down to thumb at your jaw. “Fuck, okay. Okay.”

You shuffled back against the pillows so that your back was supported by the wall the bed lies against. Shawn straddled you, sweats still pooled around his knees  as he settled his fingers into your hair. He still looked at you so softly. His eyes were warm and homey and he held your jaw like it was something precious. It’s a complete juxtaposition to the groan that leaves his mouth when he pushes his hips slowly so that he fills your lips. And it’s so fucking hot.

“Your mouth is so warm, so wet. Baby, Jesus.”

You peer up at him so tall and red faced above you. He’s biting away at his lip and he’s trying not to hurt you and it’s all just a little too much. So you reach your fingers into your thong to play with your clit and move your head forward slow and steady until his balls rest on your chin. The response is incredible for both of you.

“Holy fucking shit!” He grunted fingers clenching your hair. “I can feel it. I can feel it in your throat. Oh my god.”

You gag slightly and pull back, his cock covered in spit with a trail still connected to your lips. You smile hopefully up at him as if to ask whether or not you’d done a good job and trail your fingers up his thighs to feel the muscles tense.

“Did I do good?” You whimpered kissing at the head.

His eyes are blown wide and it’s very clear that something new entirely is happening between the both of you, something that you hadn’t quite explored yet. And what a hell of a time to start messing around with sexual exploration after a six month pause on a relationship.

“You did so good. You suck me off better than anyone ever could, baby. You’re perfect.”

You practically purr at his words, fingers pressing a little harder against your sensitive nub.

“Can I suck it some more?”

“Fuck. Yes. Yes you can.”

Pleasing him is like the easiest and most rewarding thing on the planet. He’s so expressive with his face, so willing to give you all of the praise in the world, that he always seems to feel good. It doesn’t mean you can’t up the ante. Doesn’t mean you can’t force his fingers into your hair and moan around him until he’s pushing his hips shallowly against your mouth. It also doesn’t mean that he can’t always praise you more.

“Oh my god, y/n! Y--You’ve gotta let me know if I’m hurting you. Gotta tell me if I need to stop okay--ahhh fuck.”

You make sure to bob your neck and to watch him as he loses it above you. It’s the most sensual thing in the world to watch him in pleasure. The sweat on his brow. The redness in his cheeks and neck. The way his lips stay open just enough for his tongue to poke through when he slides deeper than he thought he could. It might have been a whim but it’s for sure the top five moments of watching him ever. So much so that your thighs starts to pulse and your fingers turn sloppy on your clit as an orgasm builds in your toes. And just as you’re sure you’re going to lose it, he pulls the fuck back. Bastard.

“Please I--I’m gonna cum if you keep going. Please baby let me be in you.” He whined.

He nearly trips getting out of his sweats, but when he’s between your thighs and his hard on is pressing betweens your folds, already slicking himself up with your juices, you fail to think about anything but him inside you.

“Put it in, Shawn please.” you mumbled sucking a mark into his clavicle.

He moaned. “Are you sure you don’t want me to eat you out first?”

“I’m literally pooling in my underwear right now. Just make love to me please.”

And who knew love could feel so fucking good. It is desperate and needy and sticky and so fucking replenishing that you are full to the brim of utter elation and a complete inability to breathe at the same time. He stretches you unbelievably well, his hands cupping your face while his tongue is in your mouth. You moan for him and he for you and you really are just so attentive to one another. Your legs and arms locked around him hips working against his as his pubic bone ruts against you. And you can’t help but run your fingers through his hair, to touch his biceps and his neck and his hips and his stomach. You wanted to re-familiarize yourself with his body, and with his heart. It helps that he’s gripping your cheeks and rubbing your thighs and grabbing at your stomach like every part of you matters to him, like every part is something that is precious and loveable.

“I missed you.” You whispered against his neck. “I missed you so much.”

His fingers grow tight again against your scalp and his hips stutter against yours.

“I love you, so much. Don’t ever fucking leave me again.”

You’re both so fucked for one another. And there’s something about this need to restore everything that was broken. Something about wanting to pull your heart out and offer it to the other person if it just meant that they would know you were all in. You were his in that way that meant you were still entirely your own person, but that you wanted to give him all of the love and the passion and the kindness and the serenity that you could offer another person. There’s something about fixing the pain with your lips, about finding any traces of anything other than love and making them that, infinitely. When he’s gasping against your lips and telling you that you’re the only thing he wants, that you’re everything, it can only heighten the pleasure.

Somehow your eyes become wet and your fingers turn to fists in his hair and your orgasm creeps up on you in the most overwhelming way.

“I’m gonna cum.” You cry back arching. “Oh my--Shawn!”

He attaches his lips to your neck and fist his fingers in the sheets as he somehow manages to fuck you through the most world shattering orgasm you think you’ve ever had. It is only made infinitely better when he cums with your name on his lips, and this warm feeling spreads within you as you literally take him for every drop that he’s got.

“Oh my god.” He mumbled. “You are a magical creature, do you know that?”

“Fuck off and you just made me cum my brains out.” You huffed thighs squeezing around him again for emphasis.

It makes him laugh a little bit, which only makes you happier.

“You’re so beautiful.” He hums kissing you again and again until you’re giggling up a storm.

“I love you.”

“I love you. Come here.”

You’re completely wrapped up in one another again when his phone starts to ring on the bed side table and there’s nothing you want less in the world then to let him go.

Shawn groaned. “It’s probably Andrew. Just give me a minute.”

You whine softly and make yourself busy with sucking another hickey into his chest, much to Shawn’s excitement and frustration and your delight.

“H--Hello?” He murmured making eye contact with you as you circled his nipple with your tongue. “Mhmmm.”

One second he looks like he might just hang up and dive back into the covers with you, and the next he’s scrambling to pull out like a frazzled virgin. Rude.

“Shit! Shit, I’m coming. I’m on my way right now. I swear! I’m so sorry.”

“Who died?!” You gasped as he left you cold and wet and quite frankly dripping on his expensive ass sheets.

He ran straight for the bathroom completely ignoring his very beautiful girlfriend in the bedroom.

“I’m late! Rehearsals started forty-five minutes ago and I’m late! I live ten minutes from the goddamn place. Andrew is going to have my ass.”

He runs back out to you and plops back on the bed with a warm washcloth to slip between your thighs.He slows down for a minute and grips lovingly at your knee. Your eyes meet as he cleans you and it’s maybe even more intense then whatever you’d done just moments prior.

“Hey I--I’m so sorry that I wasn’t more careful. I wasn’t thinking and I just...Should’ve been more responsible.”

You smiled up at him softly and gripped at his wrist between your legs.

“I appreciate the sentiment. That’s what the birth control is for. Just got a little swept up in the moment.”

“That’s certainly one way to describe what you do to me. God, I’m so late.”

And then he’s back up jumping in a blur of soap and shampoo and tugging on clothes with a vengeance while you proceed to just bask in your post-orgasm bonelessness.

He tugs on his boots and a scarf before climbing back into bed to kiss you goodbye. You hate to think that you could get used to mornings like this.

“Do you...do you wanna maybe come to the venue today? Just to hang out? No pressure.” He whispered nuzzling into your neck.

You sighed and pulled him a little closer. “Can I meet you there later? Think I should probably head back to Stu’s to change.”

“Yea, of course . . . You know you could bring some stuff over here too. If you wanted. Like in the meantime, or whatever.”

He’s all bashful and red cheeks, and it is absolutely insufferable how much you love him.

You giggle softly. “Or whatever, aye? You sure I wouldn’t be intruding on your bachelor pad lifestyle?”

“Not at all. I don’t want to move faster than you want to move. Just know I want you here always. And we can talk later when you come to the venue, okay? About everything we keep not talking about when we’re having sex.”

“K. Seems like the least you could do is kiss me goodbye.”

You tug as his scarf to feel his lips on yours for the umpteenth time that morning. It is truly a miracle you let him leave at all.

***

Shawn’s pov

He’s in a good mood. He’s in a great mood. Shit, he might be in the greatest mood of all time. There’s a skip in his step as he walks from the parking garage to the venue. He smiles at all of the employees he comes across, takes twenty pictures before he even makes it inside. The truth is, he’s kind of on top of the world.

Andrew is waiting for him when he finally gets to stage. The show at Roger’s was going to be a whole new level, and it required a little extra planning on their end, hence the time off to prepare for the show. The good news is he’s not in a place where the shows feel like a burden anymore. That had been his learning process while she was away. For a moment, he’d needed something to blame for the pain and the hurt that he was experiencing. At the time it had only made sense for the tour to take that blame. It wasn’t until he started writing just to write, and playing music in the hotel rooms that he was able to remember what music meant to him. It became cathartic again, became his therapy when it was two am and he wanted her so badly, but he knew that he couldn’t call. And then he started leaving it all out on the stage, and it started to hurt less. Was everything fixed? Certainly not. But he also wasn’t kicking and screaming at every show anymore either.

“I’m so sorry I’m late you guys! The time just really got away from me this morning.” He smiled happily as he started to remove his scarf and jacket.

His band begins to snicker and Andrew just simply let his head fall into his hands with a groan.

“What’s wrong? What I do?”

Andrew rolled his eyes. “You look like a chew toy Shawn. I take it y/n is back in town?”

He touched sheepishly at his neck trying to cover up the hickey. Apparently there must have been many though because Zeubin was just giving him a sad shake of his head. Tough crowd.

“Woops. Well...she is. And everything is okay. We’re okay. I have never been happier, and my hands are itching to play. So shall we focus a little less on my love life and a little more on the show?”

He gets a guitar in his hands and it all just makes sense. He’s vibing with the band and they’re all feeding off each other’s energy. She’s on his mind the entire time. The taste of her lips. The look on her face when he filled her. The sound of his name as an acknowledgement of pleasure. Waking up that morning with her head on his chest and that damn nose whistle of her’s that he has missed so much. It’s the most incredible feeling in the world when it all aligns. When the art reflect his life and his life is a reflection of the art. It’s all that he had ever asked for. And it feels like maybe, just maybe he might get it right this time.

“Woooh! That was beautiful! Holy shit guys.”

Andrew gives him the nod of approval and Zeubin is just as ecstatic as he is. It’s all just sort of clicking in that magical way that music does sometimes. And it’s only the rehearsal.

They run another four songs before breaking. Andrew pulls him to another meeting about press releases for another song he’d written, so it’s not exactly a break for him. Until his phone starts to vibrate that is.

y/n: Would it be super corny to wear one of your merch sweatshirts? It’s chilly and I spent seventy-five dollars on it.

Shawn: You did not! You got it free and you know it.

Shawn: It would not be corny. It would actually make me incredibly happy.

y/n: But it’s still an expensive ass sweatshirt love.

y/n: well I guess that settles it. Think you could get away to meet me for lunch?

Shawn: I’ll figure it out. Hurry?

y/n: Yea okay. Be there soon.

“Did you hear anything I said in the last five minutes?” Andrew asked as he bowed his head again to read y/n’s response.

“Yes! Something about an insta live and some questions or something…?”

Andrew was not very impressed.

“Okay. I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt because I think I have an idea of how you might be feeling right now. And honestly it’s just good to see you smile again. Go. Go be with her. And be back here ready to rehearse by one. Does that sound fair?”

He’s already out of his chair and running to hug the guy before he makes a dash for it.

“Thanks Andrew! I’ll be back at one, promise!”

He waits outside for her to pick him up and he’s absolutely fucking giddy inside. She’s got him wrapped around her finger, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever come down. When she pulls up in front of the venue with sunglasses on and his face on her shirt and a smile so bright it makes his stomach flutter, it leaves him helpless. Helpless to do anything but jump right into her car and kiss her silly. He still can’t believe he went six months without her. How?

“Mmm, Hi.” She giggled.

He sighed gripping her cheek in his palm.

“I missed you.”

“It was only four hours, but I missed you too. I figured we could go somewhere I can get day drunk and have you drive me back when I get handsy.”

“That sounds fucking wonderful. Let’s do it.”

They hold hands and sing along to the radio. His fucking song comes on and she doesn’t dispise it some how despite it being a reflection of the darkest part of their relationship. This is the part that they’re good at. Loving and holding and touching and adoration. When they’re good, they’re the best. Because they both have so much love to give and only one person they want to give it to. So when you offer them lunch on a sunny September day when the leaves are falling and they’re together, it just feels like everything.

“You look really beautiful today.” She whispers to him over a fruity cocktail at barely twelve o’clock in the afternoon.

He feels his cheeks warm and his heart sore. He leaned on his arms and pressed forward to kiss her again.

“Thank you, honey. You look really beautiful too.”

“You’re right. We’re kind of a couple of catches.”

“True! So...we should probably talk right? About us?”

She nodded and reached for his hand to hold hers.

“Yea, of course. Do you--is there somewhere you wanted to start?”

He frowns a little and takes to drawing shapes into the back of her hand to still himself.

“I guess I’d want you to know that as soon as I’m done with the tour, I’m taking a year off. Non negotiable. And I would like...shit I would love if we could spend that year together. I’m ready to prioritize this part of my life with you, and I don’t want anything to get in the way of that.”

She snorted softly and smiled at him. “What the hell are you even gonna do for a year off. Follow me around for once?”

“Yes. I will sit in your office all day and bug the hell out of you. Maybe I can set up a studio in there and everything.”

“Oh absolutely! Can I ask you something though?”

“Of course. You can ask me anything.”

“One of the times that we spoke while I was away you said that...that I was the uh love of your life. I guess I was just wondering if you still felt that way?”

She’s nervous and flustered and twitchy and it is so incredibly adorable. How could she not be the love of his life sitting there looking like that.

“Did I ever tell you what my mum said when I brought you home for the first time?” He asked softly playing with her hands again.

She shook her head.

“‘Liyah told me that she thought you were the one for me immediately. Like after the first night. And I think I kept trying to ignore it because we hadn’t actually been together all that long but...being away from you was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Not even the physical proximity, but just the not talking, the what ifs. I don’t ever wanna go to bed again without knowing we’re together.” He tried to explain. “I just...I feel something different when I’m with you. And I’m tired of denying that because of something like time. I’m in love with you. And I think--I think you’re the one for me. I know it’s kinda scary to say and I’m not gonna like ask you to marry me next week but...I’m in this. With you. For however long you’ll have me.”

It makes her eyes a little dewy. And they’re making such intense eye contact that there might as well be nothing around them. Not people, not the restaurant, nothing. It’s just the two of them being honest with each other. And it feels incredible. To know that they had a really healthy relationship before, only to completely evolve and make themselves better. It was like a new level.

“I knew that I loved you in October.” She blurts out quietly.

He grinned a little. “October, aye? We met in August.”

“Yes, I’m aware Shawn.” She rolled her eyes. “I had a really bad day at work. Some asshole receptionist was talking shit in the kitchen about the, and I quote: ‘egotistical fat bitch on the top floor who thinks her shit don’t stink.’”

“What?! You never told me that!”

“Of course not. I’d met you in October, remember?” She snickered. “I just remember, I came home. And you were there. And you knew something was up without me having to say it. You invited me over for movies and cuddling. It was our first official sleepover aside from when we would fall asleep coincidently. You bought my favorite wine and got snacks. You made me feel like--like everything was gonna be okay. And I--I knew. I knew I’d fallen for your annoying ass.”

He smiled dopely at her. “Why do I have to be annoying? Why can’t I just be sweet and wonderful?”

“You are both of those things. Hence the annoyance. But I love you. And I’m not going anywhere.”

Her eyes are wide and clear and so incredibly honest. It makes it all feel so much more real. Here they are loving each other and being open with that love. All of his worries and his insecurities were gone. He didn’t need them when she was looking at him that way, when she was loving him that way. And God did he not have all the love in the world to give her back.

Throughout lunch they keep pulling back layers, keep telling each other what they need. She’s willing to fly out once a month on weekends if he’s willing to let her work while she’s there. And he’s willing to not push her so hard about her stress levels if she’s willing to keep him updated when she’s struggling. He needs her to reach out so that he feels less like a burden for doing the same. He needs to know what’s going on in that head of hers. She needs him to find a way to be present for her from across the world. She needs the dumb selfies, and the wake up texts, and the random carepackages of a sweatshirt that smells like him. It’s not a foolproof plan, and they have to both be willing to acknowledge that there are going to be difficulties that come there way. But this is where they’re at. A strong united front. What a fucking concept.

By the time they finish lunch, her tongue is red from her strawberry daiquiri and she’s leaning her head on his shoulder as they wait for the valet to bring the car around. He’s definitely driving back.

“Are you sure you wanna hang around the venue all day? It could get boring. I can drive you back to my place, or Stu’s even.”

She frowns and presses her cold lips against his neck. “I haven’t heard you play in so long. I miss it.”

He wraps his arms around her waist and squeezes. It’s the kindest thing in the world she could have said to him. He has to hide his face in her hair because he just know he’s absolutely beaming.

“Okay.”

They’re so absorbed in each other that the valet has to clear his throat to get their attention. So forgive them for not noticing the fans across the street who catches him kissing her, or opening the door for her, or taking five whole minutes to drive off because she really is handsy when she’s day drunk. In the time that it takes for him to drive from one side of town to the other the pictures go up on twitter, some magazine makes a headline, and all of a sudden the world is in shock that Shawn Mendes and his ex have “rekindled their explosive romance”. As far as he’s concerned, he’s just driving back to work.

***

*y/n’s point of view*

Reconciliation feels good. It takes a lot to feel confident in your relationship, to be able to be emotionally vulnerable with someone. Relationships takes maturity, and they take being able to speak your mind and care about the thoughts of others at the same time. You also kind of need to like each other as people. For instance you can’t just fuck your way into happiness. Being sexually compatible without all the rest of the relationship on equal footing does you no good. However, once you’ve got that all down? There is simply no where to go but up…. to an incredible climax. Thrice.

“Holy fucking shit .” You gasp hoarsely as your body finally collapsed against the already destroyed sheets.

Shawn chuckled and pressed his sweaty curls into your neck as he kissed at one of the marks he left behind.

“I love when your voice goes all high on me. Let’s me know I’m doing it right.”

“Get off of me. You are driving me up a wall.” You groaned.

He flips off immediately as if he’d actually hurt you instead of you just being whiny and dramatic. But the second his body is gone, you’re at a toal lost and you simply need him to come back.

“Where are you going?”

His eyes widened. “You told me to get off.”

“Yes, but I didn’t mean it. Come back!” You reach your arms out for him all grabby hands and smiles.

When he grabs your thighs and nestles himself back between your legs you feel at home again. Perfect.

“You are absolutely crazy.” He huffed against your lips. “And I love you for it.”

“I think I need you to fuck me like that at least two more times tonight.”

“And I think you are genuinely underestimating the turnover rate of my boners.”

“I believe in you. You’ll figure something out.”

His phone starts to ring again and you swear it’s like a round of deja vu.

“Well isn’t this a familiar tone! If that’s Andrew again to take you away from me, I’m rioting.”

Shawn snorted kissing your shoulder as he reached for his phone.

“I can just hear the headline now: Shawn Mende’s girlfriend pickets manager after interrupting midnight rendevoua.”

“Oooo I like that!”

“Yea, I’ll give you something else you’ll like in a minute.”

Ugh finally.

“Hey Andrew….Yea I’m at home. N--No, I haven’t left. Y/n and I have been in all night.”

“Yea we have!” You giggled.

He swatted playfully at you. “Hey, what’s up? What’s wrong? Oh for fuck’s sake, Andrew I don’t have time for this!”

You reached for the sheet to cover your body and tug your hair into a bun with the hair tie on your wrist as you watch your boyfriend do his little businessman with an empire thing. Hot.

“It was lunch okay? We went to lunch.”

You rolled your eyes. “Why is it every time you get it in trouble it seems to have something to do with me?”

“It has nothing to do with you. You are literally perfect and I am NOT going to apologize for kissing my girlfriend at her car, Andrew!”

You’re a bit nosey so you plop yourself on Shawn’s chest to listen in to the other side of the conversation.

“You were not kissing! You were inhaling each other! There are a few moms in your network that don’t want their children watching their idol playing tit grab in broad daylight against a fuck prius. The video goes on for five fucking minutes Shawn.”

You snorted. “How did you not notice someone filming us for five minutes. Isn’t that like your job?”

“Apparently I was a little absorbed in playing a good round of tit grab.”

“This is serious!” Andrew yelled. “You two are going to put me in an early grave you know that? Do you have any idea how hard it was navigating the press through your break up? The second rolling stone interview? The crying on stage? The hashtags on twitter?”

“Wait, what’s he talking about?”

“I’m not saying I want you to be unhappy here,” Andrew plowed on, unable to hear you. “You fuck as much as you want in doors. I don’t care. I’m simply asking for a little tact here people!”

“Okay. Everyone calm down! I will go live on Instagram and clear everything up. I will apologize that my privacy was invaded the first time I had lunch with my girlfriend in months. Is there anything else you needed from me tonight? Great. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You lift off of his chest as he hangs up the phone and bite your lip softly in nervousness. He moves a stray piece of hair that didn’t quite make it into the bun and kisses your bare shoulder.

“Sweetheart don’t shut down on me, please?” He whispered.

“Will you tell me?” You asked hesitantly. “What it was like while I was gone?”

He sighed. “Babe, it was a while ago, okay? That’s all in the past.”

“I--I wanna know. It’s important to me.”

He stares at you for a moment as if trying to sense how far you’re willing to push it. But you know you won’t give in. Honesty has to be the number one for them. That was their new leaf anyway. Honestly above all.

“Okay. I guess that Andrew was telling the truth. I--I struggled a lot. And the fans got a little worried, so they started this Make Shawn Feel Better campaign on twitter. And they started holding these little hearts up at the shows. The press got a hold of it so Rolling stone wanted to do an article. I thought I was feeling a little better so I let them come out. They fucked up again. Did this story about how I was depressed and full of myself and didn’t have anything to actually be sad about. It just became a thing for a little while.”

You have a feeling he’s leaving out the worst of it. And you can’t help but wonder if maybe Andrew would tell you the whole thing. But he’s sitting here in front of you right now with those kind, hazel doe eyes and presenting his heart on a silver platter like he always does, like he was always willing to do for you. And you remember that things are different now. You have to trust him just like he has to trust you. It’s the only way that this works.

“Hey.” He mumbled when you glanced guilty down at the sheets, his fingers moving to cup your cheek. “It was not your fault. The only reason I didn’t say anything is because I didn’t want you blaming yourself.  It was a shitty time, but I got to learn how to love music again because of it. I needed to remember how music could make me feel. Not the industry, not the money, not anything else but the music. It was worth it for me.  And I got you. That’s all that matters to me.”

You frown. “I know I just… I can’t help but feel like I was on a beach in the south of France having some self-discovery moment while you were hurting.”

He chuckled a little which only made you frown more, so he reached to kiss your forehead instead.

“I wasn’t exactly moping in my bedroom, honey. I was playing shows around the entire world for tens of thousands of people a night. Maybe rolling stone was right. I didn’t have much to be sad about.”

“Aye, fuck them! What you make some money and get a couple million fans so you don’t get to experience human emotion anymore? That’s bullshit. I wish I would’ve been there too, you keep letting those little bitches into your circle. Let them come over here and tell me what you do and don’t get to feel. I’ll give them something to feel. And another thing--”

He kisses you again until your breathless and your mind is a little foggy and you can’t feel anything but his lips on yours.

“You’re so fucking cute.” He sighed, pressing his forehead to yours. “Thank you for always protecting me. Thank you for loving me in the exact same way I love you. It is...It means the world to me.”

Your cheeks burn a little bit and you tuck your face in his shoulder to kiss a hickey you’d left at some point.

“Well of course. We were made for each other weren’t we?”

“Yea. I guess we were.”

***

“Hey. Where are you right now?” He murmured.

You peered over at the lunch that Stu had invited you to. It had gone from, “let’s catch up” to “let’s sit and watch everyone else chat and have fun and talk about the good ole days of grindr”

“I’m in the middle of a lunch with every gay man this side of Lake Ontario. Don’t worry though, I’m gonna be there at six thirty at the gate to get in, just like you said.”

“Oh...Well yea that uh--that sounds great. I was actually gonna ask you. I got offered the chance to go skate at the uh the arena where the leafs play. Kind of a dream of mine. I wanted to know if maybe you’d wanna come with me.”

He sounded a little flustered, and when he was flustered you were flustered. It didn’t help that you HAD NO IDEA HOW TO SKATE.

“Why do you sound so nervous to ask me that?” You giggled, playing with the table cloth.

“I don’t know. I don’t know, you make me nervous.” He chuckled. “Will you go with me?”

“I’d love to. I really would...”

“But?”

“It’s just that I can’t skate.” You admitted softly.

“Can’t skate? Baby.” He snickered.

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t laugh at me goddammit. I knew you would do this.”

“Hey, I’m not! I’m not. I swear. Look I’ll teach you. It’ll be cute and romantic. Just come with me? Please?”

“I don’t know...What if I fall?”

“I’ll pick you up again. I’ll always pick you up again.”

Well wasn’t that just sweet as fucking pie. Ugh.

“Fine. text me the details while I try and extract myself from this horrid lunch.”

“K. I love you.”

“Yea, I love you too.”

There had been a lot of firsts in your life since meeting shawn. First award show. First paparazzi. First selfie on the street. And none of them, absolutely none of them were as surprising to you at him getting your ass on an ice rink. When he told you they’d invited him to skate, you figure hat meant the rest of the team would be there too. Shawn never did anything without inviting everyone else along with him. Needless to say that when you show up and it’s just you two and apparently Josiah for all picture taking needs, you’re a little confused.

It only takes the two Maple Leafs jerseys with both of your names on them to poke at the idea that this wasn’t as random as he may have made it sound.

“You’ll think it’s stupid.” He mumbled handing you the jersey with Mendes on, so that he could wear the one with your name on it instead. “But I had a dream the other night that we went ice skating. And we just had so much fun. So I might have called and made a special request but...now you’re standing here in front of me and I’m so unbelievably happy so… I don’t know; I think it was worth it.”

“That is not stupid.” you huffed and took his hands in yours. “That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard. I hope my whole inability to skate doesn’t bust your narrative.”

“I’m with you. That was the most important part.”

The skates themselves are scary. And you nearly break your ankles getting them on. Shawn takes pity and ties them for you. He lets his fingers skim over your leggings clad thighs. He dug in slightly where they bulged the most, at your hips. His nose skimmed against yours and when he kissed you it just all made sense. You felt like you were living fully in that moment, like you were exactly where you needed to be. In this wild ass big ass arena next to a block of ice with the man who made your heart go crazy. It felt like what you needed in that moment. What he needed. Maybe his dream had been on to something after all.

“Just hold my hand and I’ll lead you around the ice alright?”

“What if I fall like James Corden and when you pull me up all you see is James Corden and then you never want to have sex with me again because I looks like James Corden?”

Shawn expertly stopped himself on the ice and stared at you with exasperated eyes.

“Sweetheart. I can tell you with the utmost honesty, with all of my heart that nothing about your body reminds me of James Corden. Nothing. Nada. Now please? Shall we?”

You reach for his hands hesitantly and he guides you onto the ice. Your legs wobble immediately and you almost go down. But, he pulls you in chest to chest, hands falling to your hips.

“I got you. See? I got you.” He chuckled in your ear.

You whined softly. “This is horrible.”

He skates backwards, because of course he does, and hold your hands in his. It’s not that you necessarily get the hang of it at all. It’s more so that you stop trying and you just let him pull you around the rink. It’s kind of sweet actually. He asks you about your day and laughs when you make fun of Stu’s friends. He tells you about a fall he had this afternoon that took his breath away. He hit his knee so hard that he felt his balls retract into his body. And that frankly was just the funniest shit you’d ever heard in your life. So funny that you lose your balance and definitely take both of you down to the ice with a hard thud.

“Shit.” He groaned crawling on top of you. “I tell you a story about me falling, so you figure you’ll take us both down?”

You giggled uncontrollably. “It was an accident.”

“You know I told you that story for you to feel sorry for me? To be nice to me. Not laugh at me.” He smirked down at you. “You look so pretty though. I can’t even be mad.”

“Yea? This jersey thing do it for you?”

His eyes roamed over your body as he bit at his lip.

“In my head you were just wearing the jersey and nothing else, but yes...It does it for me.” He hummed. “If you wanna get off the ice, I’d still like to skate with you even though you were mean to me.”

“If you can get my fat ass off this ground. I’ll skate with you as much as you want.”

It is far more romantic than you cared to admit. His cheeks get red and rosey. Your nose gets cold and he just happens to have a warm neck to hide it in. He makes you laugh and he skates in circles around you. You love him more than you could ever imagine yourself loving someone. And isn’t that just scary as all hell? You didn’t know how you could be apart from someone for six months and all of those feelings, all of those emotions still be there. How did he do it? How did he make you love him like that?

It’s not until he stops in the middle of the ice and pulls you between his legs that you find your answer. His fingers skim over your hair which was in two matching buns atop your head. He smiles down at you like you are the sun and the earth and his heart all in one.

“You’ve never warn your hair this way before.” He whispers. “It’s so pretty. You’re so pretty.”

You smiled up at him. “I saw a hair tutorial on youtube when I was supposed to be helping Stu pick out outfits. I really like them. They’re called space buns.”

“Space buns aye? I love them.” He chuckled. “Hey, tonight after the show there’s gonna be the big party of course, and all my friends from the industry and from home will be there, and I’m sure it’s all gonna be wild but...I wanted to ask you something.”

“Of course.”

“Would you wanna….go get pizza with me? Like before the party.”

You snort softly. “Pizza?”

“Yea. I haven’t had it since tour started. I really miss our pizza friendship dates.”

“But what about the party?”

“The party can wait. I just want to have pizza with the really pretty girl from across the hall.” He murmured squeezing your hands. “Will you go with me?”

And that’s when you know. That you’d been set up to fail from the beginning. You were always going to love him, because no one had ever been created with such a capacity for it. You would love him and love him and love him for the rest of your days because it’s all that your heart had been destined for. He was it.

“Yea. fuck yea.”

“Fuck yea!” He chuckled.

“Fuck yea!”

Your voices echo off the ice and his hands pull you close, pull you closer until there’s no space between his body and yours. It’s just the two of you. And a lot of love. That’s all.

***

*Shawn’s point of view*

He’s buzzing. He’s absolutely fucking buzzing from his toes to the tips of his hair. It’s the most electric it’s ever felt. It's never felt this good before. He looks out into the crowd and it’s hard to find the individual faces now. Because there’s fifty fucking thousand people looking back at him. And he’s got no idea how he ever got this lucky, how anyone ever decided to come to his shows let alone this many. All he knows is that he’s sweaty everywhere, his fingers are shaking, and he’s so goddamn in love with life in this moment that he’s gotta share it. He’s gotta get it out of him somehow, someway.

“You guys mind if I play a new one for you tonight?” He murmured into the mic as his fingers fluttered on the keys.

They scream in approval and he smiles. It means so fucking much to him.

“Cool.” He chuckled.

His fingers start to map out the tune that he’d written in a hotel room on a cheap keyboard when his heart hurt and he’d been sick with the pain. Somehow something beautiful had come out of it, even if he couldn’t stomach the words until now. Until tonight. But, he couldn’t imagine sharing this song with fifty thousand people without sharing it with her first. So he was just gonna have to do both.

“Hi. Sorry. One second.”

He gets off the chair of the piano and heads towards the steps instead. The fans keep screaming and reaching out for him. He lets his fingers trail along theirs until he finds her. There. Nestled into barricade alongside Stu and Bryan and Andrew. He reaches out for her hand and she looks a little petrified. Fair.

“What in the HELL are you doing?!” She yelled at him.

He just smiled dopely. She could yell at him for the rest of his life. In fact he hoped that she would. Just as long as she let him hold her hand while she did it.

“Come here. I need to share something with you!” He attempted to explain.

“NOW?!”

“Yes. Now! Don’t be difficult sweetheart. It’s just you and me.”

And fifty thousand of their closest friends.

He has no idea how he gets her up there. He just knows that her hands are shaking, and at the end of the day so are his. Maybe they still them together. She sits on the bench and he sits beside her, and she refuses to look up at the screen to see her own face there. She only looks at him so he only looks at her and the keys as he sings.

You say there's so much you don't know

You need to go and find yourself

You say you'd rather be alone

'Cause you think you won't find it tied to someone else

Ooh, who said it's true

That the growing only happens on your own?

They don't know me and you

I don't think you have to leave

If to change is what you need

You can change right next to me

When you're high, I'll take the lows

You can ebb and I can flow

And we'll take it slow

And grow as we go

Grow as we go

She’s never heard it before. And she starts to cry after the first verse. Only they could know what it meant, what those words were about. It’s a beautiful song, but it’s one full of heartache and love and not knowing whether or not it could ever be enough. It feels like this really important moment for the two of them. Important enough that he doesn’t regret pulling her on stage, all of the eyes and phones, any of it. It’s worth it for her to know.

She wraps her arm around his bicep like they’re at home. It almost feels like they are. He wants to wipe her tears, but he kind of has to play, so he kisses them instead. She starts to cry a little harder so she just hides her face in his arm instead. And that’s okay. That’s so much more than okay.

Tell me you don’t want to leave

Cause if change is what you need

You can change right next to me

When you’re high, I’ll take the low

You can ebb and I can flow

And we’ll take it slow

And grow as we go

Grow as we go

The last note comes out and the crowd goes so crazy that the floor shakes beneath his feet. His heart is hammering in his chest and he pulls her closer to him just to still his shaking limbs. He tugs out his inner ear monitors to hear her. He’s afraid to kiss her and have it not feel authentic, not feel real because everyone’s watching. So he just holds her and speaks into her ear instead.

“I love you. More than anything.”

“I love you too.” She sniffled still crying. “I love you so much.”

Her arms grow tight around his neck and his heart soars. He’d give anything to end the show right there right now to just go eat pizza and play with her space buns for the rest of the night. But there’s a show to finish. So he’s got no choice but to lead her off stage and place her back into the arms of her best friend in the hopes that he can focus for another hour. Here’s a hoping.

***

“You’re wearing my jersey.” She giggled as he cornered her in a booth to do some more of that fabulous kissing he had thoroughly missed so much.

He chuckled against her neck. “Yes. Yes I am. Gotta let people know who I belong to right?”

“Shit. Don’t say shit like that when we have to go to a party after this.” She whined. “I thought you wanted pizza.”

“I do. I do. You just keep fucking distracting me. Wait here.”

He goes to order their meal and gets a lot of squeals thrown at him. He promises to take a picture after their meal in the hopes that it gets him a little more privacy during their meal. It definitely doesn’t. They definitely take photos of them. He tried at least.

“Do you remember the time we got so fucking stoned and went on a walk for pizza and got lost?” She asks him as they dig in.

He immediately bust out laughing and leaned into her shoulder to control the shakes.

“We never made it a block away from the apartment! Holy shit that was the best night ever.”

“And then we got uber eats and fucking fell alseep before it got there. We are such pieces of shit!”

He shrugged. “We did our best. I tipped the guy the next morning, didn’t I?”

“You sure did. My man’s a big spender when he forgets to get his twenty dollar mcdonalds.”

“Oh funny. You’re being funny now. Wonderful.”

She snorted and hid her face in his shoulder. Wow. He was so in love with her.

They sit there eating pizza and making each other laugh and it without a doubt is exactly like it used to be when they were still getting to know each other, back when every time she smiled at him he had to look away because it hurt too much.She’s still his best friend. The difference is now she knows he’d do anything for her, that she’s everything to him. The difference is now he knows she feels exactly the same way.

“Can we leave the party early and go home and cuddle?” He mumbled nibbling at the patch of skin near her shoulder blade where her too big jersey had exposed her.

She giggled. “Depends on how much tequila we drink, now doesn’t it?”

“Just wanna cuddle.”

“Yea? Then I guess we’ll cuddle.”

“Promise?” He murmured, pulling her forehead closer to his.

“Promise.”

She keeps it that night.

The End.

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Welcome to the 13th day of the Summer Themed prompts put on by the lovely @always-jackedup!! Thank you so much for including me!! I am super excited to share this moment between Harry and Grace. I hope you enjoy what I came up with. 

Summer Baby: Y/N and Harry are expecting their first baby during the summertime. 

“Hello?” You say, after bringing the phone to your ear. 

“Hey, just letting you know I am home and safe.” Anne says through the line. “How is everything going with Grace?” 

“Oh yes. Both Harry and I are pretty exhausted but I think that’s how things are with a week old baby.” You reply. “I mean she is a pretty content, but she likes to be fed quite often during the night.” 

“Everyone will adjust in no time.” Anne comments, smiling at the memories of Harry and Gemma being that small. “Thank you for allowing me to come and help for the last little bit. I’m missing our little bug already.” 

“The pleasure is ours. We appreciate all of your help.” You look down at your child who is feeding away with her eyes closed. “We will FaceTime you after she wakes up from her nap.” 

“Sounds lovely. Speak soon. Love you all.” Anne responds hanging up the phone. Placing your phone on the nightstand you rock softly back and forth while Grace eats quietly. 

Grace pulls back from your breast as her mouth hangs open. Her eyes are closed peacefully while she dreams of summertimes and butterflies. Tucking yourself away, you rock your sweet baby girl back and forth, listening to her beautiful sleeping noises. 

Standing from the rocking chair, you pad quietly across the room, placing Grace in her crib, tucking the soft flowered muslin blanket under her legs as she is still swaddled like a burrito. Kissing her head softly, you turn on the noise machine and leave her room, allowing the door to stay open just a crack. 

Yawning, you stretch your arms above your head as you lazily make your way into the bedroom where Harry is reading a book on your bed. His legs are crossed and his feet rub against each other softly. 

“Did she go down alright?” Harry asks, placing the newest romance he is reading in his lap. 

“Yes. She was hungry and tired I think.” You smile, walking towards the dresser to pull out a new set of underwear. “Didn’t take her very long. Once she ate it only took her maybe five minutes or so.” You place your fresh underwear on the bed and make your way to the closet where you pull out a tour t-shirt from Harry’s first tour, and a pair of soft shorts. Picking up your underwear on the bed, you hold them close to your chest. 

“I’m glad she went down easy. Gonna go shower?” He asks his wife who looks as if she could sleep for a week straight. 

“Yea, figured I should take advantage of the small window of alone time while she sleeps.” Your smile is small, tired, and a little weak as you reply to his question. 

“Go relax. I’ll listen for her. We will be here when you get back.” Harry waves you off towards the bathroom, giving the sense of relief that he has this under control. 

“Thank you. I shouldn’t be too long.” You state, making your way to the bathroom. 

“Hey.” Harry says, stopping you in your journey to relaxation. “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” You respond, attempting to pick up your heart that is now in a puddle so you can go and shower. 

The bathroom door closes and Harry lifts the book from his lap and returns to reading. His mind keeps drifting towards the monitor that is placed on his nightstand. Did she make a noise? He sits and waits. Nah, I think she is okay. His eyes move back to the page and he reads another sentence. Maybe I should just… no, she is okay. Let her nap. He attempts to read over the sentence he just finished. I guess if I’m quiet I can just see if she is okay. His mind convinces him to place his book down on the nightstand and make his way towards his daughter’s room. 

The soft light that glows from his nightlight makes the room feel warm and cozy. Harry closes the door, so that there is only a small crack between the nursery and the hallway. His feet creep quietly across the carpet towards the crib where Grace is sound asleep. Soft snores leave her lips as she lays comfortably swaddled in her bed. 

Standing next to the crib. Harry reaches in to grab her but pulls back his arms because he knows he shouldn’t wake her. After all she just went to sleep. His finger reaches out without conscious thought and caresses her plump soft cheeks; her lips twitch in a half smile at the feeling against her face. 

Unable to control himself, his arms move forward into the crib, lifting the sweet angel into his arms. “Come here, Bug. Daddy’s got ya.” His voice is a soft whisper as he brings the little one to his shoulder, rocking his body back and forth slowly, attempting to keep her asleep. 

Bouncing softly, Harry makes his way towards the rocking chair, sitting down and leaning back into the soft cushions. Harry moves his daughter into his arms and slowly rocks back and forth as if he has been doing this his whole life. 

Grace nuzzles into Harry’s arm and her snores merge with the noise that is playing on her sound machine. Looking down at his daughter, Harry begins to think. 

“You know, little bug. You have changed our lives.” His voice is between a whisper and a soft comforting sound. 

“In a lot of ways, I think bringing you into this world was a lot like birthing my first album.” Tucking a soft blonde curl behind her ear, Harry continues to talk about the similarities between the two things. 

“Just like my first album, or any solo album I’ve done. Wait, let me explain what an album is. I’m jumping too far ahead.” Harry takes a deep breath before explaining his career. “I am a musician. That means I make music. That’s my job. I write songs, and I put them together to create something called an album. Maybe when you wake up from your nap we can listen to my first solo album. It’s pretty good if I do say so myself.” Harry smiles, proud of his achievement and the fact that he created something so magical. Grace lets out a tiny noise, confirming to Harry that she will enjoy listening to his album after waking from her nap. 

“So as I was saying, birthing an album is a lot like bringing you into our family. I remember how scared I was, to put something out in the world for everyone to hear and see. And if I’m honest, it scares me to put you out in the world, bug. With my job, you know what, even if I didn’t have the job I do, I think I would be scared. The world can be an unkind place. Just like I want to protect my emotions, stories and music. I want to protect you. Keep you safe. Let you be Grace, and not let the world say anything negative towards you.” Harry looks down at his perfect child. Her skin is flawless, her eyelashes are long, and her features are beautiful. She makes his heart warm. 

“When I put out my first album, I had one goal. To make something I would enjoy listening to. I already know that I love you more than anything, so that’s not a worry for me. I remember people saying how much my album changed their lives. Gracie Bug, you will change lives. I can feel it. You have only been here a week, and I can say without a shadow of a doubt that you have changed my life for the better. I can’t wait to see the way you make the world a better place.” 

Grace takes in a deep breath, releasing the air in a big huff. Her lips beg to move in a sucking motion as she starts to soothe herself back into her dream. 

“I also think that making an album was a grand adventure. I already have so many adventures planned with you, my love. We will go on trips, maybe get a dog, do charity projects, make creations in the kitchen, paint pictures, maybe we will even create an album together. The Adventures are endless and we will create them for years to come.” 

Harry is silent for a minute as he rocks his daughter back and forth, keeping her calm and asleep in his arms. 

“I want you to know Grace, just like my first album, when another brother or sister comes along, or albums 2, 3 or 4, I want you to know that you are always loved. I promise to love you all the same, to enjoy memories and adventures with each of you no differently than with the others. You will always be special to me. Never forget that.” Running his finger down her cheek, Grace nuzzles into his hand making his heart melt into a puddle of warm butter. 

“I love you, Bug. You have made my life better. Thanks for making me a daddy.” Harry’s head whips towards the door as the crack grows bigger, revealing your face with a massive smile. 

“Couldn’t let her sleep alone?” You ask, chuckling softly, because you know that you have done the same thing. 

“Nah. Just wanted to have a little chat. Make sure she understands how much I love her.” Harry gazes back at his daughter, snuggled closely to his body. Content. 

“Harry, I can tell you that if Grace can feel half the love you have for her, she will have enough love to last three lifetimes.” You smile, rubbing his arm softly. “She is loved. And she can feel it. Look at that face. She knows.” Harry smiles at you after taking in Grace’s sweet beautiful face. 

“You are right. Our daughter is very loved.” He says. 

“Alright. Put her back in her crib and come give me cuddles. I need a nap too.” You giggle at your joke that isn’t really a joke. 

“Just give me 5 more minutes. I want to soak these in.” He says. You kiss his forehead and leave the room, allowing your husband and child to have a few more minutes of cuddle time together. 

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Tales From Mount Othrys

Axel: Say “No” to Cruise Ships II

           “Everyone has to do something to prove their commitment to the cause,” Chris Rodriguez said. His Spanish accent was raspy, almost nasally, pronouncing every “s” like mispronunciation meant a whipping. Axel guessed his family was from Northern Mexico. The neutrality of Chris’ English made Axel also guess that Chris had lived in the States for most of his life.

         Axel was relieved that Chris didn’t ask about his or Ajax’s accent.

Chris towered over Ajax and was about level with Axel’s height. His dark eyes looked nervous. Sweat shined his brow in the backstage’s dim lighting. His hands shook as he sorted through a weapons rack.

         The roar of a distant crowd made Chris flinch.

This was their “techie.” Other monsters and humans that they had passed referred to Chris as the “backstage guard.”

         Axel wasn’t sure exactly what Chris’ job description was, but one thing was clear: Chris wanted to be here as little as the Pax brothers.

         They had passed too many people and were too deep in the ship to make a successful break. From what Axel could tell, this backstage was for one of the ship’s biggest stages. The audience’s engaged screams made it sound like there were at least a hundred people—creatures?—out there.

         “It used to be easier. I got grandfathered in back when all you needed to do was recruit another person,” as Chris spoke, he sifted through a pile of miscellaneous armor. Most of it looked like something from Ancient Europe—like from that Xena show. “Then, they would send new campers on quests, but most of the quests available now are on permanent hard mode and they can’t afford to send newbies out.”

         Axel turned down a bronze breastplate that Chris tried to hand him and opted for a leather one. The armor and weapons weren’t props. A sickening twist in Axel’s stomach hinted at what was about to happen.

         “I didn’t realize we had to prove ourselves to be safe here,” Ajax said, his voice trembling. When Axel refused to take Ajax’s hand during the walk with Morpheus, Ajax had hugged himself.  He perked up upon seeing the backstage, somewhere that felt familiar to both of them.

         Axel had to remind himself this wasn’t going to be a fun experience. There were so many happy memories associated with the stage. Normally, the giddiness of being backstage would make Axel squirm with anticipation. He remembered how Uncle Frasco would poke Axel to mess up whatever paint or costume he wore while Nilley, his mother, tried to fix them. She would shot Frasco death glares and he’d wink at her. The nostalgia made Axel’s nausea worse.

Those days were gone, forever.

         “Safe…” Chris echoed Ajax’s word. “Yea. Well, you came in just in time for the new experiment: fighting.”

         Ajax puffed up his cheeks and popped them.

         Axel resisted the urge to do the same. The entire Pax family tended to do that when nervous.

         This could be good news. Their dad had been forcing them to train for the last few months. Axel and his little sister, Lapis, had particularly excelled. “What kind of fighting?” he asked. Axel picked up a sword, testing its balance.

         His father didn’t like swords. It made Axel like them even more and think of them as a hero’s weapon.

         “Uh, to the death,” Chris said.

         Axel knew it was coming, but he still puffed up his cheeks and popped them at the same time as Ajax.

         His little brother’s breath became tight. “Mom didn’t mention that,” he squeaked.

         “They just implemented it. This is kind of an experimental round to see what kind of ratings it gets,” Chris explained. He handed Ajax a javelin that was several feet taller than him.

         Axel did not like the word “ratings.”

         Chris paused, frowning. “I’m sorry,” he said. “Had you come in earlier, it might not have been so bad. Just a centaur or something. But…” He swallowed. “You might want to say your goodbyes now. You’re going to die.”

         The regret on Chris’ face told Axel something very useful. There was some hope. Chris didn’t want to be here. He didn’t want Axel and Ajax to die. Maybe, Chris could help them get out.

         “And if we refuse to get on the stage?” Axel asked. He pulled his shoulders back to stand as tall as he could.

         “Then I will eat you.”

         Axel would never admit that he jumped, but the bear man startled him. Agrius stepped out from the stage’s back entrance, where Morpheus had left them with Chris and where Chris confiscated Axel’s gun.

“You’re either with the cause, or you’re monster feed.” Agrius seemed to be reconsidering his opinions on jalapeños. There was a line of drool sliding out of his snout.

         “How generous,” Axel said, trying to keep his expression neutral. His little brother might get hysterical if he thought Axel was afraid.

         Chris took a step away from Agrius, eyeing him. When his gaze returned to Axel, he shrugged apologetically. “Normally, it isn’t this bad. You just got really unlucky. Like, mother-load unlucky. We were running out of expendable monsters to throw at this guy.”

         Someone poked their head around a burgundy curtain hanging against the wall. Even in the dim, backstage lighting, Axel could tell the older boy had brilliant red hair that dangled a little too long against the boy’s long, pale nose and freckles. He flashed them a charming smile. From the dart of his eyes and the quiver of his hand on the curtain, he looked nervous.

         “Are you up next?” the boy asked.

         Chris answered for them. “Yea, they’re up next—”

         “No,” Axel cut him off. He hefted up his sword, hoping the stage props he’d handled in the past would give him some familiarity with the real thing. “Ajax stays here. I’m going out on my own.”

         “Uh…” Chris said skeptically.

         At the same time, the redhead hopped once. “Oh! You must be good. What’s your name?”

         Axel glanced down to where Ajax had burrowed against Axel’s back again. His little brother peeked curiously around to see the newcomer.

Agrius stepped uncomfortably close, licking the drool off his teeth.

         Axel didn’t know if he was or wasn’t good. All he knew was that he had to be good to get Ajax out of here. There wasn’t an option. “Axel. Axel Pax,” he said, puffing up his chest to look confident.

         “No, like, your stage name,” the boy said.

         Ajax leaned further around Axel’s elbow to ask, “What’s the scariest and biggest cat they have in Greece?”

         The redhead, Chris, and Agrius all glanced at each other.

         “Uh, a lion, I think?” the redhead said.

         The temptation to elbow Ajax in the head was fierce. When Axel glanced down at Ajax, he saw his little brother’s desperation. If Axel was going to be the big hero, he needed to do everything right, including have a cool moniker. Just like their old performances, he would have to go out with a bang.

         Axel swallowed. “So, this guy, the one I’m fighting, is a big deal,” he said, gesturing towards the curtain containing the stage. “When I defeat him, my brother will not need to prove his worth. When I beat him, it will be admittance for both of us.”

         If Axel kept saying “beat him,” he might start to believe it.          

         The redhead’s smile widened, turning goofy. “Yep. I can do that. I hope you win.”

         The older boy examined Axel and his little brother for a moment too long.

         Then he disappeared behind the curtain.

         Roaring erupted outside.

         Agrius shoved Axel forward, towards a different section of curtain.

         There was no time to prepare. Axel had meant to give Ajax a hug, or tell Ajax the best route to run if… if something… if he—

         Stage lights blinded him.

         The typical rush of going in front of a crowd made Axel’s heartbeat increase. Heat washed over him.

         One thing solidified: he wasn’t going to let Ajax lose another family member without getting to say goodbye. One more reason that Axel had to live.

         When Axel’s eyes adjusted to the brilliance of lighting, he jammed his feet into the floorboards. His breath became short.

         There was a massive, doomed cage encasing the center of the stage. It was igloo-shaped. The only tunneled entrance was the one Agrius shoved Axel through. The bars were spaced far enough that Ajax might be able to squeeze between them, but Axel couldn’t, even if he’d practiced more contortionism. The space was maybe thirty feet in diameter with the highest part of the cage ten feet off the ground. Ropes dangled from the rusted bars with swords, spears, and axes, if Axel wanted to reach up and change weapons.

         Axel hated cages.

         He tried to keep a rhythmic count in his head, to ease his breath and mimic the count. That was what his Uncle Frasco told him to do whenever something scared Axel.

         The cage is a backdrop, he thought. Focus on the main event. Focus on the main event or you’ll never make it through the show.

         He would have frozen up in fear if someone hadn’t moved in the center of the cage.

         The first thing Axel noticed was the armor. His opponent’s breastplate gleamed with pure gold. There were medals of honor decorating his chest. When the man rose to his feet, a tattered, reddish-purple cloak fluttered around his ankles. If Axel had to guess, the man was at least eighteen and six foot three. His chestnut skin glistened with sweat and blood. His dark eyes bore into Axel with the patience of someone who knew they had already won the fight.

         “What’s this?!” came a voice outside the cage. The stage extended a few more feet, allowing the redhead to walk along the edge like a show host. “Jak-Jak back here to say: we have a surprise last minute entry against Praetor Julian, son of Mars! Meet Axel the Lion!”

         The audience screamed.

         It almost drowned out the sound of a cage door slamming shut behind Axel and the way Ajax shrieked in panic, “B-but that guy is huge!”

         As Axel staggered forward, struggling with claustrophobia more than the fear of fighting this guy, all he could think was, That is a stupid stage name to die with.

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Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed :D

[myfeetkeepdancing]

Unsustainable - (2/9)

!Disclaimer: I do NOT ship the people on the banner or any gifs showing up in the fanfic. They helped me visualize and are part of my writing experience. Much love for Tom Holland & Cody Christian!

Summary: An accident happened in which the reader has gotten powers. The reader is struggling to adjust to his new powers but also to keep them secret from Peter as they become closer.

Pairings: Peter Parker x Male Reader

Word count: 2490

A/N: Second part to get the story rolling. And some fluff 😉

The sound of silence, disrupted by a pulsating sensation of warm blood racing through your left arm again. The tremble in your fingers almost faded. Slowly opening your eyes, surprised by the bright, vibrant sunlight shining through the curtains. You turn towards the clock on the nightstand. It shows it's already late in the afternoon. Eyes stuck to the ceiling you lay defeated on your bed. All energy was drained from the last couple of hours.

 You checked on your left arm. It felt weak and sore. Your fingers gripping your phone wasn't much of a success as it almost slipped from the nightstand. Barely any strength left. With the other hand, you take the little apparatus from your nightstand. You bring it up your upper left arm, and with a firm press, you inject the serum under the skin. A short sting follows as the small needle punches through your skin. The cold substance slowly seeping into your lower arm. A final small twitch in the tips of your fingers ends the tremble. With a sigh, you thud back into the pillows. Your eyelids felt heavy as they started closing again as you fought to stay awake. Leaving it in the bathroom just like that… How could you?

 That moment of reflection was disrupted by a sharp tapping sound. For a couple of minutes, you tried to ignore it. Twisting and turning on the bedsheets. But the sound became repetitive. Annoying.

 Originating somewhere from near the window. You make your way to the back of your room. Looking for the origin of the sound. Coming close to the last window, your eyes widen with disbelief as three ravens sit beside each other, looking straight at you. The middle one repeatedly tapping the window with its beak. "Shoo! Go away!" You try waving them away. You threw a pencil at the window. In turn, a textbook lying on your desk.  They didn't respond to anything. Are they lost or something? You carefully close in on the ravens. Standing a few meters away from them, they did not seem to be afraid of you. Even as you came closer, they didn't flinch or flee. You grab hold of the curtain hanging beside the window. With a massive tug, you swing it left and right, like a magician, letting objects disappear. Making sure it wasn't some kind of daydream.

Nothing. They were still there.

 The Raven in the middle tilted its head, in a confused way. It almost looked human in its behavior. Details of the raven became clearer as you hunched in front of the window. To your shock, you notice the raven in the middle was different from the others.

 From within the very core of your brain, you hear an echo. Shocked by the sound, you look around but see no one. Was a headache coming back again? Again an echo of some sort emitted from within your skull. The sound overshadowed your own thoughts. In shock, you fall backward. You try to get a word out, but nothing but mutter leaves your lips. The Ravens didn't seem startled at all, they keep staring back. Deep within the vague echo keeps returning.

 Panic hits you, not sure what to do. You make a break for the bathroom and stick your head under the showerhead. Running cold water through your hairs and down your face you gulp for air in response. Letting the cold water run for a few moments. Hoping to wake you up further. You keep still for a moment, running the towel over your face and through your hairs. You hold back for a moment, letting it sink in for a moment. To your shock, you hear the echo slowly coming back.  Returning to your room, the Ravens were still there. Was it trying to communicate?

 You close your eyes, trying to focus on the sound. Silence in the room makes way as your focus on your breathing. Slowing down. Calming down. Sharpening your senses. The air becomes colder as you feel the hairs on your arm raise. The echo turns into sound. The sound forms into something more. A deep, dark voice. Like a voice whispers in the shadow. Though only you can hear it.

"…The door…" Frightened by the sudden voice you react. But before you get the chance, a groan leaving your body as you feel a jolt of energy jump through your left arm. Feeling the strength come back again. You turn around towards the door.

 Nothing.

 You quickly scan the room with your eyes. But nothing is there. You turn towards the window, but the raven had disappeared without a trace. You lift yourself up onto the window. With a trembling hand, you open the window. The cold air blew calmly through your hair as the sounds of cars and sirens in the distance could be heard. Leaning out you look left and right. No birds in sight. Just the sun shining down on your skin. Suddenly the doorbell rang. Startled by the sound you pull yourself back in, closing the window and start heading for the door. How did the Raven know?

 You unlock the door and slowly pull it open. Peter. Puppy eyes and a cheeky little smile. Dressed in a dark green shirt with a blue vest. His usual curls now formed together into nice wave flowing to the right. Bag over his shoulder, one hand holding the shoulder strap. The other hand dangling beside him clutching a paper bag.

 You could feel a knot in your stomach, and your body ignites internally. You couldn't help it. Peter looked damn good right now. A raging fire screaming deep down. The eye contact. Drowning in those beautiful brown eyes. What seemed like an eternity, were in fact only mere seconds. In a somewhat guilty tone, he mutters. "Hey (Y/N)…" His eyes roll to the floor. "What's up, Peter? Troubles?" You quickly respond.

 "N-No… I wanted to apol-"

 "God Peter, knock it off. Come in."

 "If you're not busy with anything, cause' you seem… occupied." pointing to your forehead.

 In a quick motion, you wipe your forehead with your wrist. It glisters with sweat. Your forehead is soaking wet. "No, not all. Was just cleaning up a little. Wanted to be done before dinner." You wipe away the remaining sweat with your hand.

 "Luckily for you. I brought you this." The paper bag lands on the bar with a thud. Taking a seat on one of the stools. "Just in time for dinner."

 "Nice! XXL Bacon Burgers." You turn to Peter with a surprised expression. "And they're still warm. How'd you get them here so quickly?"

 Peter looks at you with half a smile, as he's struggling to get his shoes off.

 "You know what, never mind. I'm gonna attack already if you don't mind. "

 Sitting beside Peter, you both enjoy the burgers. Sharing videos and memes while eating.

"So… I actually came to apologize for earlier today. I was a bit annoyed and…"

 "It's alright Peter. I'll get over it. Btw, how much do I owe you?"

 "No seriously (Y/N), you have to understand. I was genuinely worried! And I mean we all were. None of us have seen you in all these months."

 "I get it, Peter. Those trips were just really abrupt, and everything was planned last moment."

 "You know, MJ even told me she was worried. For the record MJ showing emotions to someone else other than you. You lucky guy."

 "You know full well we don't have anything going. Never had and will have. Just really good friends."

 "Sound an awful lot like your friend zoned."

 With an annoyed look towards Peter, you continue to clean up. "While you're here. Wanna catch up on the latest episodes of the Ghost Rider TV-show? I missed out on a lot of ‘em."

 "I'd love too! Ned and I just kept postponing our sessions for you to join. But you know Ned. He just finished it last week. Almost spoiled the last episodes. Sometimes he's…"

 "Then it's just us I guess. I'll get my laptop. Can you get the Ben & Jerry's from the freezer?

 "You have Ben & Jerry's?!"

 "Yea it's great. Ruth brought in some earlier this morning."

 Ruth lived around the block. Although dad was almost never home, her presence was a relief. She took care of the apartment, kept it clean and did the grocery shopping. She'd check on you from time to time. Helping out wherever she could. Every once and a while she'd bring you leftovers, or show up with pancakes in the morning.

 "May never buys it. She thinks it full of chemical products or something. It's really weird…"

 "Oh! I bet she'll love the Spider-man limited edition. For the fun of it, you should bring some with you."

 "Spider-man ice-cream?! Are you kidding?"

 "No man. Check the bottom drawer."

 Your laptop was on your desk. With a push, you open the door and walk into your room. As you feel that weird sensation in your brain again. From deep inside of your skull, you hear that same familiar sound again. In fear, you turn your head and look towards the window where the raven was earlier. There it was again. Its feathers gently blowing in the wind and its beak pointing towards you. The echo began to turn into a sound as it became clearer inside your head. Words.  The distinct dark and deep voice could be heard again. "…Look in his bag…" Before you processed the words, it was already gone. You snatch the laptop quickly and return to Peter. Already on the couch entirely concentrated on the cup ice-cream. Your mind still occupied with what the raven told you. You observe from a distance Peter furiously smashing the spoon in the half-frozen ice-cream.

 "(Y/N), you're sweating again." Peter waving his spoon in your direction. With a napkin from the table, you wipe away the few drops of sweat. You continue to connect the laptop to the TV and take place on the couch. Peter visibly enjoying his Spider-man ice-cream. He hands over the other spoon.

"I thought there was another cup in the freezer." With a small frown, you look at Peter. He shakes his head in disagreement with the spoon stuck between his lips.

 With your spoon, you give Peter a playful tap on his head. "Just leave some for me."

 "Come on, we can share." Before you get a chance to react, Peter gets up and crashes himself right into you, almost sitting in your lap. Sitting shoulder to shoulder, side by side, close together. Having Peter this close was a great feeling, you wish you could throw your arm around him and cuddle all night.

 Grabbing the spoon out your hand, he again starts digging violently into the ice-cream. "Let me just hit-" No further words could leave your mouth as Peter pushed a large chuck inside your mouth. While you visibly struggle, coughing, huffing, and puffing. Peter couldn't stop giggling. "Choking on Spider-man?" Peter joked, his facing turning red as the pillows. As you both roll over from laughter. You both sit back together, in turns scooping ice-cream out the cup. But your mind was distracted from the words the Raven told you. Peter's bag. It was right beside the couch. What could be so special about it?

 "I wish I could try that Doctor Strange flavor. Has multiple flavors with pop rocks mixed in." As you try to scoop the last bits out of the cup.

 "I like the Spider-Man one, nothing crazy about it."

"But eh…What do you think of Spider-Man? In a non-ice-cream way." Peter turns to you.

 "I love him. He gives the citizens that feeling that good is watching over us from time to time."  

 "Y-You love… him? Or the ice-cream?"

 "Him. In a good way-"

 In an instant, Peter moves close to you. Placing one hand on your lap, leaning forward. Your heart skips a beat. Maybe more. It happened in a split second. One hand reaching for your face. His face moving closer. Yours froze on the spot. As his soft fingers wrap around your nose, you notice the napkin. "You're bleeding again." A small, caring quirk appears from the corner of Peter's mouth. You stare at each other for a couple of seconds. Drowning in his brown eyes. You run your fingers in between his, trying to take over the napkin. But Peter doesn't move. You break the silence with a slight tremble in your voice. "I-I…I got this. T-Thanks…"

 "Good…good…" With a slight blush, he slowly removes his hand from yours, sitting back.

 "So… Y-You a… You've met Spider-Man at your internship?" Hanging back in the couch, napkin wrapped around your nose. Peter couldn't stop giggling at your weird nasal sounds coming from your mouth.  

 "Yeah, met him some time ago. Cool guy."

 "You know, I think he could do it without Stark's help. He may be a part of the Avengers but he almost like Stark's puppet."

 "What makes you think that? Everyone needs a good mentor, right?"

 "Stark isn't one of ‘em. I think the best way to learn it is by trial and error."

 "We're talking about lives here. Don't you think that'd be a bit irresponsible?"

 "Maybe. But Stark has done more harm than good."

 "Your brain is already running low on blood?"

 "Let's just continue watching."

 The evening went by like crazy as you both caught up with the remaining episodes. Glad you could spend time with Peter again. Just you and him. It was almost entirely dark outside when Peter's mobile rang for the third time in ten minutes. Aunt May sounding worried. "I'm at (Y/N) place… No… He's alone… You really don't have to May. Please. I can just walk…" Disappointment sounded through Peter's voice. "Alright, see you soon."

 The couch was surrounded by bowls of snacks and empty cans. Peter had quite the appetite. It's admirable he still stays in shape the way he eats. "May is gonna be here in a couple of minutes. She insists on picking me up." Peter sighs loudly.

 "At this hour, I think she's right." You turn to Peter while collecting cans.

 "Let me help you, we'll get this cleaned in no time." Peter grabs several bowls and storms off into the kitchen. On your knees, you reach under the couch grabbing bits of chips and snacks that fell during the evening. Suddenly your eyes catch sight of Peter's bag. You could see the zipper, you could open it quickly, just a peak. From the kitchen, a busy Peter could be heard whistling as water ran through the sink. What if you ignored the raven? What if this meant you would ruin a good friendship? You wouldn't let the raven tell you what to do. We all have our secrets anyway…