#i’m working as fast as my brain will allow. i want to bring track 3 and ik it’s been almost a year but please

[honeykyeom]

hey! please don’t do this!

[petersbaby]

My little girl

Part 4 ♡

(Part 3)

Warnings: ddlg themes, choking, creampie, cockwarming i’m going to hell

This is kinda foul LMFAO I’m so sorry

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“I’ve returned, little one”, he calls out as he walks in and shuts the door behind him. Right on time. After last time he left, you agreed on a system. He got you a watch, and you’d wear it to keep track of time.

Before going out, he gives you a time that he’ll be back by. So you watch the little clock, feeling better knowing he’ll be home definitely at a certain time, no more fears.

You practically run down the stairs to him at the bottom. It was actually quite scary to be in this house alone, but really, it felt scary to be anywhere without him.

Even in the safest place in the world, it wouldn’t be safe to you unless peter was there. You hug him tight, and he laughs at your excitement.

“Okay, I got you some clothes at the thrift store, just for now. When I find work, I will buy you better things. Promise.” he hands you the two big plastic bags. They’re heavy, but you run upstairs with them anyways.

“Let me guess, fashion show?”

“Fashion show!!”

He thinks you’re ridiculous but in the most adorable way possible. He comes upstairs and waits outside of the bedroom door for you to come out. You do, and you have first tried on a large brown knit sweater, oversized and fitting almost like a dress.

“Very cute, a little big, though.”

You frown. “I like it like this, it’s comfier”

“Very well. Okay, next outfit”

He motions for you to go back in the room and continue trying stuff. You do, deciding to just dump the bags out onto the bed instead of digging through them. Next you find pajamas, cute red flannel ones, matching pants and top. It was very Christmas-ey. Not quite the “most wonderful time of the year” yet, but you liked them anyways.

You come back out, hoping he says something sweet because you love when he does that.

“Really cute. Adorable.” He says with a soft smile. You blushed and walked closer to him and wrapped your arms around him in a hug.

He did the same, his scent still managing to be somewhat sterile just as it was in the lab as you breathe him in. The scent brings you back, and you remember how glad you are to have gotten out.

At the same time, though, you had a really weird homesick feeling. You feel safe with Peter, but being secured in there was a different level of safety. The world outside it was scary, unforgiving. Dangerous. But the place you’re thinking of no longer exists, you helped it get destroyed.

The scariest part, though, is that you feel no remorse. It had to be done in order for there to be a future for the two of you, you would have never been allowed to be together.

This was the only way. Now, it can be just you forever and ever. Til death do you part, at least you hope.

The hug must’ve lasted a little longer than normal, because he pulls away from you looking concerned.

“What’s wrong, hm?”

“Nothing. I’m okay, I just had a thought that I wish would go away.”

“What is it? The thought?”

You sigh, plopping down on the bed.

“Just thinking about where we came from, just remembering everything.”

“You don’t have to think about that anymore, we got out, okay?”

“I know I don’t have to think about it, my brain kinda just… does.”

“Well then we’ve got to figure out a distraction for you, yeah?”

“Maybe. Not right now though. I just wanna be with you.”

You put the clothes back in the bags for now, leaving them on the floor. You lay in silence for a minute, but your mind starts to wander again.

“Peter.”

“Hmm?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes, baby.” And you do. Before, you were filled with adrenaline and it all went to fast. You learn, in that moment, that there’s no activity other than kissing him you’d ever want to do more.

You deepen it, tilting your head slightly to the side to do so. He was expecting just a sweet little kiss from you, never something this lust filled and passionate. Still sitting beside eachother on the bed, he turns to face you and you do the same.

His hand rests on your face at first, thumb caressing your cheek, but it soon moves down until both are resting on your hips.

He takes the opportunity to pull you with him as he lays back, landing you on top of him in his lap.

Since you seemed so eager, he wanted to let you take the lead. He would only do what you wanted, never more.

This was a great way for you to show him some of the things you want to do. You roam your hands around, touching his face at first and then running your hands through his blonde curls, bunching them up in your fingers and accidentally tug. He makes a slight grunting noise at this, so you do it harder and he groans this time.

The way you were touching him was so sweet but so vulgar at the same time. It was like you knew exactly what you wanted to do, and did just that with everything you had in you.

You start to move your hips, wanting to feel that hardness grow right beneath you, and it did. It only encouraged you to go harder, faster.

The way his boner was rubbing against your clothed heat was so good, indescribable. You unbutton and shrug off your top, leaving your chest out for him to indulge in if he wanted. He groans and reaches up to grope your tits, squeezing hands full of them.

You push his chest so that he falls back onto the bed and lean so you’re on top of him still but this time hovering over his body which he was just practically watching you use as you wanted to.

You tug on the collar of his shirt, and he starts unbuttoning it until his whole abdomen is exposed.

You start to kiss and lick down his neck, but stop to pay extra attention and gentleness to the scars he has from being burned and electrocuted.

You take a break, heated breaths filling the air around you. You slide off of him in order to take your bottoms off and he starts to do the same with his own.

Once he has them down all the way, you return to your place and grind again, this time without the layers of clothes.

Just running your pussy lips over the length of him, just enough to spread the wetness without actually having him inside you yet.

His hands are on your hips again and you reach down to get him positioned and you sink down onto him, to which you can’t control the sound that came out of your throat.

It was a filthy sound, but maybe he liked it because he was just staring at you, as if in a trance. His mouth hangs slightly agape.

He grips your hips tighter and starts to move them for you after you sit still for a little too long. It’s so deep that you swear you feel it all the way up in your stomach.

Your body chooses to react by basically turning into a rag doll. You fall forward again, bare chest to bare chest. So much warmth between the two, burning hot like fire at contact.

“Oh my god”, you murmur.

“Tired already?” He smiles.

“No.. maybe.. just feels too good” he decides to take control back, flipping your bodies so that he was on top of you now.

He starts fucking you in missionary, watching your sweet face as your expression shows outwardly how much pleasure you were experiencing.

He leans down to kiss your neck, sucking and biting with teeth every now and then. The feeling of the sharpness on such sensitive skin made you squirm.

“Gentle, please, daddy. That hurts.”

“Sorry princess.” He places light kisses on the marks he’s made and continues to thrust in and out of you. You start to feel as if something’s missing, something that you’re not getting.

You reach down between where your bodies connected and and start to rub yourself while he fucks you, not needing to do it for very long before you were about to fall apart underneath him.

“Please don’t stop, please, please-“ a hand on your throat.

“Shh, baby, I’m not stopping.” And he doesn’t.

You can hardly speak so you just cry out in desperation before you went over the edge and clenched tightly around him as an orgasm rocked your entire body. “Shit.”

You’ve never actually heard Peter curse, now that you think about it. He was very against that type of thing usually, but it slipped out. Either that, or maybe he just doesn’t care about rules anymore? His motions get harder, with great intensity before becoming sloppy and cumming inside you.

The warmth you felt when he did this was an indescribable feeling, it was the best sensation you’d ever felt and it made you feel loved knowing that he was still inside you even when he wasn’t.

You wanted to keep it there, and so after he pulls out and lays next to you, you try to squeeze your legs shut to keep the cum from escaping.

“What’re you doing, baby? Did I do something wrong, does it hurt?”

“No no it doesn’t hurt.. I just.. wanna keep it in”

He looks confused for a minute but connects the dots. He pushes your hip to turn you on your side and does the same himself, settling into a spooning position and sliding his cock back inside of you.

He winced just slightly at the sensitive feeling, but it went away once he stopped moving.

You lay together like that for a while, and you feel content in every way possible. You think about the fact that maybe one day you’d like to have kids with him.

You shut your eyes as you start to imagine what life could be for you guys, and soon drift off to sleep.

[espressokiri]

Heyy, I’m Muslim and I’m also a huge simp for Todoroki, Bakugo, Iida, and Kaminari. Soooo can I have them with a Muslim (possibly hijabi) s/o?

Todoroki Shoto, Bakugou Katsuki, Iida Tenya, and Kaminari Denki x Hijabi!reader

In which reader is a hijabi Muslim.

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff (literally half these ideas came from late night talks with my bestie @that-weirdo-in-the-corner)

Note: My first headcanon <3 I hope you like it!

Todoroki Shoto

We’re all aware of this mans lack of physical affection and aloof nature, along with his social awkwardness. That’s a recipe for odd encounters and hilarious misunderstandings.

This man gained interest in you when he noticed you were elegant even while in training/battles, along with your sweet nature and fashionable modest wear.

He researched about your religion and had found out that only women who are married are allowed to go out alone with their partners.

Poor boy didn’t read/research enough.

He decides to get to know you from a distance, respecting your boundaries and it wasn’t that hard to avoid physical contact as he himself was not one to initiate it.

When you did get closer and formed an emotional bond, you’ll be met with the weirdest encounter;

“Shoto, what are you doing?” You blinked, not understanding what the half-and-half male was doing bent on one knee with a ring box outside your family home.

“I read that we can only go out on dates together if you’re married.”

You want to smack your head on the wall but you were flattered at the same time.

Had to tell him that you were allowed on dates if you were chaperoned by a family member or friends.

Had Fuyumi chaperone you two, she was very delighted but had kept watch from a distance.

Shoto has the best time learning about your religion, curiously asking questions and gains a deeper understanding of how things were in your perspective.

He keeps a respectful distance even during dates, making sure he wasn’t crossing boundaries.

Would scour the whole of Japan to find halal food.

Tells you that he called Endeavour shaytaan and you choke on the water you were sipping on, laughing out loud.

Fasts with you one day and is betrayed at how full he felt after one bite.

Hands you Endeavour’s exclusive credit card for Eid.

Todoroki is just very genuine and he tries his best to keep you comfortable around him, also carries hijab pins in his backpack just in case you need some.

Bakugou Katsuki

Oh God.

Listen, he’s very respectful in his own way but it took him time to work through it with his competitive nature.

Man has done his research thoroughly and he is ready to commit.

“I can cook us a vegetarian meal that won’t be boring to the tastebuds like the crap they sell out there.”

That’s his way of asking you out, making sure his parents would be home too because he knows two people of different genders should not be left alone.

Makes the best damn vegetarian dish. Vegetarian because he has yet to figure out what halal is.

Tries to learn some words, does excellent but his way of speaking is even more aggressive than an Emirati accent. He has your Arab friends shaking in their shoes.

It’s Ramadan? Prepare for three am calls that consist of him yelling at you to get up. Yes, he breaks his sleep pattern to wake you up to eat. Yes, he makes you video call him so he makes sure you eat well and hydrate. Yes, he ends up fasting with you so you don’t feel alone. Will he tell you that? No.

Sometimes he makes Iftar for you and brings it in a bento, giving it to you after school so you can have a good meal.

Watches you with wide eyes and mouth open in shock when he sees you eating when you’re supposed to be fasting;

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO EAT YET!”

“I- I’m on my period?”

“SO?”

“We’re not allowed to fast while we’re on our period.”

He stays quiet the rest of the day.

Admires different styles of hijab you do.

Eid? He’s the best dressed alongside you. 

Bakugou would be a good partner, respectable, and tries his best to understand and make you feel comfortable in his own way.

Iida Tenya

This boy knows everything already.

Has done research the second he realized there was a Muslim classmate, and as a good fellow class president it was his duty to make sure everyone was comfortable.

Has extra scarves with a small tin full of pins for you kept under his desk in case of emergencies or if they get damaged in training (which wouldn’t happen as Hatsume had created one that would resist damage.) It was a nice thought.

He does slowly wants to get to know you more as your sweet nature made him feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Keeps a respectful distance at all time.

“Asalam Alaikum, Y/n! It has come to my attention that Ramadan is nearing soon so I have made a list of dietary necessities you may need to intake in order to help your quirk during the holy month.”

“Iida, that’s so sweet of you! You didn’t have to! Also, how did you pronounce that so well?”

“As you class president and friend, I am honoured to do such! To answer your question, I had listened to someone say it on repeat before I practiced.”

This man has every word on repeat just to soak it in his brain.

Averts his eyes even if he sees your ankle, angry at himself for accidentally glancing.

Sir, I promise it’s not a sin to look at an ankle accidentally.

Sees your Hijab bunching up and start showing bits of your neck and shoulder? Grabs the end of the scarf and pulls it down to cover again, avoiding touching your skin.

Checks the ingredients list of the snacks you’re buying for gelatine or alcohol, making sure it’s halal/vegetarian/vegan friendly.

Upset you can’t find halal gummies? This man goes online and orders a bag of certified halal sweets for you to enjoy because you deserve simple joys like this.

Makes sure you pray on time, has the MuslimPro app on his phone to keep track.

He also scrolls through the app to learn more.

Iida is a perfect gentleman and he’s also making sure that you stay spiritually on track and don’t get distracted <3

Kaminari Denki

This man is a physically affectionate person. 

He will make the mistake of bounding over to you and slinging an arm around your shoulder or pull you into a hug.

But he will learn and try to control the affectionate urges, limiting himself to hand holding if you allow it.

He thinks you look wonderful with the different coloured hijabs.

Tries making you wear a yellow and black one to match his hair.

Forgets that you can’t eat everything and anything, especially casual things like gummies.

Will apologize profusely when he realizes after you tell him it has gelatine.

Tries to stave off of gelatine infused products.

“Not even water???”

“Denki, I swear to God I’m going to smack you.”

Yes he’s that guy.

Tries fasting with you, just sleeps through the whole day till it was time to eat.

When he see’s you dozing off in class because of staying up all night either because of suhoor or special night prayers during the last ten days, he’ll zap you to keep you paying attention.

He is honestly your hype man when it comes to modest fashion, especially during Eid. This boy will dramatically kneel on the floor and look at you like you’re the light of his life.

Get’s excited when you hand him Eid money because you love him and he has cute child-like tendencies.

Tries greeting your family members, comes out as gibberish.

“Asalamasjdaskjdhashjs”

“Not quite there yet, Denki. A-plus for effort.”

He’s a fun guy who tries to better himself around you, making sure he’s aware of his actions and makes an effort to not mess up around you because he’s never felt so in love with a person as he has with you.

[ac3id]

Plaything | 18+ | part i

plaything 1/ ?? | part 0

pairings: yandere! bully bakugou katsuki x fem! reader

warnings: [series] blackmail, bullying, dubcon/ noncon, filming w/o consent, yandere themes, no quirks au. ALL CHARACTERS ARE ABOVE 18 YEARS OF AGE.

↪ for chapter 1: dubcon, blackmail, humiliation, masturbation, filming w/o consent, boot grinding, a little bit of bakusquad + reader....this is filthy :D 

summary: by luck you get enrolled into u.a high the best school in your town. the only catch is that the school is filled with rich, spoilt and powerful brats who just seem to hate you and among them, a certain red eyed blonde dreads you the most

↪ for chapter 1: you bump into bakugou by accident, dropping your vanilla ice cream all over him, you try to apologize and run away but wants more...oh wait why are his friends standing there recording everything too? 

wordcount. 4k+

a/n: sooooo, it’s finally out! huge thanks to @sawamooora for proof reading this! helped me out a lot <3 sorry for making u sit through that mess x[

 this scene was inspired by that one episode of boys over flowers where the mc’s best friend drops ice cream on the main guy’s shoe and he asks the mc to lick it off...obviously that didn’t happen in the show but it really got me thinking...... 

alsO the netflix show elite,,, i just saw it and knew,,,,

taglist: @mocha-focha​, @erenyeagersbasement​ , @haribo-pop, @sunshine-fangs​, @kuremis​, @amazing-fandoms​,

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It was a great opportunity. Never in your life would you have thought you’d manage to land a scholarship at the prestigious U.A Private Academy. 

The school was a dream, the best in your city, and only affordable for the rich. Graduating from such a school could have helped you with life in so many different ways. Not only would it open doors you could never touch before, but it would help you to form connections which would make your life undoubtedly easier.

Graduating from U.A. was a blessing, but obviously, it did not come easy. It was rather unfortunate. After your previous school building had collapsed, due to some accident, the board announced its year-long closure.

At the time, you were beyond lost and understandably frustrated - it was your last year before college and you simply couldn't risk waiting the year out. The whole situation was nerve-wracking, looking for decent schools which would allow you in. 

Honestly, you had no idea what you would’ve done if U.A. hadn’t called you that night. 

It was the last day of the summer holidays, a week after your school building had collapsed. Luckily, no one was hurt - but the damage on the campus was severe. 

You had been talking to your friends when your mother rushed into your room with exciting news. Apparently, the chairman of U.A was feeling generous. He had decided to offer four excellent students from your school a scholarship to U.A. 

You were overjoyed being one of the students along with your two other friends; Shinso Hitoshi and Izuku Midoriya. 

At first, the thought was a little scary - going into a completely different world than you were accustomed to. The kids there would be much different than you, you didn't want to be the   laughing stock, you didn’t want to be their silly little entertainment... The thought made you nervous, but when your best friend, Izuku, called you the next night explaining how he also won the scholarship; followed by Shinso, you were relieved. 

Yes, you were stepping into a whole different world but you at least had your two friends with you. 

And that brought you to the first day of school. 

You stood outside the huge gates of the even enormous academy all alone shaking in your little, expensive skirt they forced you to wear as the uniform waiting for your friends. You promised the two boys you’d wait for them, and besides, you weren’t planning on entering the building all alone. 

Your friends, Shinso and Midoriya, lived close to each other. They were supposed to meet you at the gates of the school that morning, but they were running late. Your anxiety grew the longer you stayed there, with students filling the place- arriving in their fancy cars with their expensive bags and accessories. It easily made you feel out of place.

“Hey,” you heard someone before someone tapped on your shoulder. You quickly turned around to greet the voice. Staring back at you was Uraraka Ochaco.

You remembered she was in your school too, Midoriya has a huge crush on her. 

“Yes, Uraraka? Right?” You weren’t close to her, nothing but mere acquaintances. But seeing her face - right here, right now - it made your day. 

Uraraka was dressed in the same uniform as you, there was no doubt that she was one of the four kids who won the scholarship. Both of you talked while you implored her to wait for Midoriya and Shinso. You didn’t fail to notice the way her cheeks turned pink when you mentioned Midoriya. The two of them were so obvious. 

Your friends arrived, they were late, but they came. 

Apparently, there was an accident that forced them to stay back a little longer, but they managed to make it before the first bell. 

“I actually have an old friend who goes there now,” Midoriya confesses out of the blue as the four of you enter the gates. You look at him in awe. 

During the three years in high school that both of you had spent together, he had never mentioned any friend of his going to the U.A. academy ever. 

“Why did you never tell us?” Uraraka asks. 

“well, we’re not on good terms. He used to live in the same neighborhood before his parent’s business took off. He left after middle school.” Midoriya says, a slight frown forming on his face.

“Who is he?” Shinso asks. 

Midoriya pauses briefly before explaining his entire history with a temperamental and rude blonde. Bakugou Katsuki, he calls him. His childhood friend. But from what you managed to gather, Bakugou was anything but a friend to Midoriya. 

Bakugo was once just a simple boy, living a simple life, destined to do great things - but once his parent’s clothing line ‘Dynamite’ blew up and became mainstream, he started drowning in wealth. Bakugo moved out of his old neighborhood at the starting of high school before enrolling in U.A., just like all his rich friends.

“Maybe you should say hi,” Uraraka suggests. Midoriya’s expressions turned sheepish.

“About that…” he started. “I called him yesterday, got his number from mom, and-” he stopped. 

“What did he say?” Shinso asked.

“He told me to get lost and die,” Midoriya said with a slight frown on his face, looking down. 

That was your first impression of Katsuki Bakugou. For a man you had not even met, you sure loathed him. 

School went smoothly for a week, everything was going great. The four of you kept your profile low, didn’t talk until spoken to, kept your distance, and everything was okay. 

People often starred and whispered amongst each other when they saw you in the hallways, but that was about it. Everyone seemed to be decent but… there’s always a but. 

Everything took a turn for the worse when you managed to piss off the wrong person, Bakugo Katsuki himself. 

It was an honest mistake, not even that big of a deal - especially for his standards Yet, for some reason, Bakugo wanted to get under your skin. 

It happened after your lunch break, you were on your way back to your classroom with an ice-cream cone fasted tightly in your hands. You mindlessly dashed through the hallways, trying your best to get back to class as fast as possible - you don’t want to be late. It’d earn you a bad reputation. You don’t need that- you don't want anything which could jeopardize your scholarship. 

You walked straight and took a turn. Just by fate, you bumped into a stiff, hard chest making you wobble on your feet and sending your ice cream from your hand flying straight to the ground.

“Shit,” you cursed, looking down seeing what you had to work with. 

The ice-cream cone splattered on the floor, the white creamy liquid flushed all over the floor along with staining an expensive-looking, black leather boot. A snarl comes from above you along with a group of chuckles. More expensive shoes come into your line of view as you realize you’re not alone. 

You slowly bring your gaze up, ogling at who you just pissed off. 

Staring back at you is a furious blonde, glaring at you with such intensity that it makes your stomach drop. It’s the infamous Bakugou Katsuki, you don’t want to deal with him. 

-

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” you don’t give him a chance to complain as you take your flight. Quickly, you try running away but a large hand grabs your forearm, stopping you dead in your tracks. 

You look to the side, deep red eyes stare right back at you. 

“Where are you running off to? Don’t you think you owe my friend here a proper apology?” Kirishima says, his grip on your arm growing tighter. He towers over you, his huge body trapping you with intimidation.

Going to U.A for over a week there’s a thing or two that you’ve learned about the rich, snobby brats who own the school. Not everyone is bad, a few of them are actually but the rest are just bad. 

Bakugou was the worst. From how Midoriya described him, you knew for a fact he’d be a horrible person. But hell, he managed to prove himself even worse. 

He was crude, mean, downright arrogant, and ignorant. Always screaming unasked opinions on top of his lungs, and gets mad whenever someone disagrees. He acts like the world revolves around him.

 Bakugo had a bunch of friends who he called his “followers” and they weren’t any better.

They just watched while Bakugou ruined everything, they were there to support him. 

Kirishima Eijirou the redhead, he was captain of the football team. He was a jock, brawns over brains kind of person. Girls cooed over him and his overly attractive, hot body. It looked as if he was sculpted by God himself. 

Next was Kaminari Denki. He was in the school band, dating the lead singer. And yet, he managed to find time to flirt with other girls. He was the goofball of the group, dumb and stupid But he always knew what he was doing. Even though it was barely noticeable, you could always see a devious glint in those amber eyes of his. 

Sero Hanta was famous for a lot of reasons. Most notably for having brought illegal drugs on the campus and skipping classes to go down to his junkie hangout spot to smoke weed. The man had no shame. Sometimes, he’d walk into the classrooms high as fuck. The teachers couldn’t do anything even if they tried, his parents practically owned the school; he owned the school. There was no going against the tall, lanky man who looked like he couldn’t even smash a bug. He held the most power and his friends sure knew how to abuse it. 

Last but not least was Mina Ashido. The one and only girl member of the self-proclaimed ‘bakusquad’. Sometimes, Jirou Kyouka, the lead singer of the school, would hang out with the boys and her boyfriend, but she wasn’t a permanent member. Mina was. 

In your opinion, Mina was a nightmare dressed like a daydream. With her short, pink hair and bright smile, she seemed like an angel. But she was the devil. Worse than even Bakugou, perhaps. 

She knew everything about everyone, she had leverage galore: screenshots ready to leak, videos ready to ruin lives. She had them all, and frankly- she scared you the most. 

Kirishima pushed you back, and Bakugo caught you by your shoulders. 

“That was fucking rude,” he growled, biting his fingers into your shoulder blades tight and hard making you squeal. “Are you fucking blind or something? Fucking extra.” 

“I said I’m sorry, let me go will you?” Even in such a terrifying situation, you try to remain calm.

“What do you think, Sero?” Kaminari began. Your heart sank, including Sero into anything was never a good sign. 

“She ruined Bakugou’s new shoes,” he continued. Bakugou’s hold on you tightened and you winced, turning back to him and returning his glare. 

“Okay, what do you want?” you give in, finally. A mischievous spark lights up in his crimson eyes as flashes a cocky smirk to his friends before turning back to you with a frown. He pushes you towards Mina and she catches you with an arm around your shoulder. 

“Those were expensive, right?” she looks at you and then back at Bakugou. He grunts, nodding. 

“Fuck yes, I’m pissed as hell. Some fucking extra managed to ruin it.” 

You look back down to steal a glance at his heavy, leather boot. The small, white stain melted away. 

“What will you do to make up for it?” Mina whispers your name and you cringe. They were teasing you. For their fun, they were making fun of you. 

“What can I do?” you say, sarcastically. Prying yourself away from her hold. The crowd goes dead silent before speaking. Sero is the first one to talk. 

“Lick it off.”

There’s a pause, no one speaks. Your stomach drops and your face pales at the look the five of them are giving you- it’s serious. Dead serious. 

Kaminari bursts out laughing followed by Sero and the others. The four of them get a great laugh but Bakugou stares at you head-on with his grave expressions burning through your soul. 

“Whatcha looking at? Do it,” he commands. 

The laughing dies down and Kaminari speaks, “are you serious? You want her to lick your shoe,” he can’t control his laughter, a chuckle breaks with every word. 

“Yes, I’m fucking serious. Besides, Sero recommended it,” he smirks. “Do you really want to say no to him? I don’t know so much about this but-“ he leans down close to your face, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear, “it might complicate your scholarship.” 

There’s a twisted rhythm in his voice. He’s enjoying tormenting you. You still want to believe that they’re just messing around. That they’ll have their laughs and let you go, but the way Sero stares at you says otherwise. 

“You don’t wanna do it?” Bakugou asks. 

“Of course she doesn’t! That’s gross, oh my god.” Mina exclaims, earning a chuckle from the rest of the boys. 

“Hey, let’s hear it from Sero himself.” Kirishima pats Sero’s back, pushing him forward. The five of them have circled around you, coiling you inside their venomous nest with you in the center. You turn to Sero with pleading eyes, looking up at his huge form, begging. 

He smirks looking down at you, you look so tiny beneath bim. He wants to mess with you, even more, you look like a nice toy to him. He wants to play with it until he can’t. 

“I guess, I did say that-” your blood runs cold, heartbeat picking up in nervousness. “-but you don’t need to do it.” He finishes. Your face lights up while the others groan in disappointment. Bakugou looks livid. 

“Just know that, you’re the one who dropped the ice cream on Bakugou’s shoe and now you’re not even helping him out. That’s not very noble, is it? I don’t know if I even by mistake slipped that info back home- my parents might reconsider whether you truly deserve to be here or not. They don’t really like disrespectful kids who comprise the school’s name.” 

Sero ends his speech with a wide, ear-to-ear grin, followed by a pat to your head. 

“The choice is yours.”  

You pause for a moment and think. Where they were really going to make you do it, where they were really going to humiliate you like this. They were. But were you willing to do it? 

From Sero’s threat, you could tell he was serious, this was legit. 

It wouldn’t have been the first time the school expelled someone who had beef with Sero, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. They don’t care about anyone but their loving son. They wouldn’t even think once before expelling you.

“What’s your answer, princess?” Kirishima teases.

 Mina and Kaminari once again break into fits of laughter.

“What do you mean? She doesn’t have a choice here, kneel you extra.” Your heart hammers in your chest as Bakugou gestures you to kneel. You stop for a second, breathing unevenly- thinking. After a long, thoughtful sigh, you answer. 

“No, I am not going to do it.” Your voice is meek yet clear. Even though you’re trembling under the heavy gazes of five snakes, you choose to stand your ground. 

Bakugou glaring at you while the others boo. 

“Aw, c’mon you don’t mean that.” 

“Don’t be a little brat.” 

Bakugou stays silent while the others continue to throw insults at you -  calling you names and trying to make you regret your decision. You look straight forward into Bakugou’s cold, red eyes, searching for his next move. Your heart beats even harder in your chest with increased anxiety. After watching your torment for more than a few minutes, Bakugo decides he’s had enough of this game.

“Hey, shitty hair,” Bakugo starts. “Punch me.” 

“What?” Kirishima asks, vividly shaken. “Why do you want me to hit you, Bakubro?” 

“Punch me real hard, give me a black eye.” The confusion grows greater on everyone’s faces. You stare at him in awe, wondering what angle was trying to play. 

Kirishima raises his hands in defense. “Woah, dude slow down there. I’m not just going to punch you.” 

Bakugou clicks the roof of his tongue, letting out a sound of irritation. “You all are just dumb,” he starts.

“Imagine if this punny, little,” he leans down closer to you till his lips touch your ears and whispers your name with a crude chuckle. “Were to drop all her food over me, not apologize, punch and me then run away, that’d bring her into a whole world of trouble. Wouldn’t it?” 

Bakugo’s words are calculated and sly, he knows exactly what he’s getting at when he starts. His voice fills you up with dread as he makes his accusations public.

“She would be expelled on spot and Kacchan could also raise charges,” Kaminari adds. 

Your eyes widen in fear. 

“Yeah, I’ll fucking do that.” Mina giggles. “That would succck,” she cheers. Your lower lip quivers as you stare at them in disbelief, your eyes open wide only to be covered with fear. 

“Hey, c’mon, why are you doing this to me?” You feel them inch closer to you, their warmth leeching onto you the longer you stay surrounded by them. 

“Because you have no fucking manners.” Bakugou snarls. 

“Kiri, punch him. What are you waiting for? If you don’t wanna do it I will!” Kaminari cries, growing impatient. 

Kirishima laughs before he charges Bakugou. Your heart hammers in your chest. 

You think about your family, your future, and how disappointed everyone would be with you. Your dreams and aspirations, all were rooted in this school. 

It was honestly sad, pathetic even. Your entire future was just a joke to these spoiled kids. These kids who could control you, and everyone else,  with just a flick of their fingers. It’s unfortunate, but that’s the price to pay for a piece of the beautiful cake known as U.A... You resign yourself to your fate.

A piece of your mind. 

“N-no, don’t do that. I-I’ll do it,” you murmured, your voice timid and weak. The five paused looking at each other with an ominous glint in their eyes. Bakugou was the first to speak. 

“Well, then fucking get on with it. On your knees.” Obediently like a trained puppy, you got down onto your knees, not letting your eyes fall from Bakugou’s face. His red, fierce eyes barked at you with an unknown look, keeping you lost. 

“Holy shit, she’s actually doing this,” Mina squealed watching you lean forward, bringing your face next to Bakugou’s expensive boots.

“Kaminari, record this.” Sero taps at the energetic blonde, forcing him to take his phone out and hit ‘record’. As you lean further to the ground, your short skirt rides up behind you, giving the audience a clear view of your round ass and pastel panties. The sight brings a smile to Bakugou’s face as he scoffs. 

“Cute panties,” he remarks. 

You jerk, trying desperately to sit back, but Bakugo stops you. Smashing his other foot on top of your shoulder, he holds you there facing the ground.

“Don’t. You. Dare.” he growls.

You squirm, almost falling under his weight and as much you hate to admit it, a tingle of excitement runs down your spine. This was turning you on.

 A row of whistles flood in, the boys start teasing you and praising Bakugou. 

“Lick it off,”  he commands. 

You look down at his leather boot, the ice cream almost melted. There’s still a bright white spot of the sweet now liquid splayed out. Even though it’s not a lot, it still makes you cringe. You peek your shy, little tongue out timidly, forcing yourself to do the heinous deed. 

Bakugou watches you hesitate and pushes on your shoulder harder making you reach towards him. 

You give in after a final attempt, diving into his wishes. Your wet tongue touches the rough, cold leather. You cringe after a single touch, closing your eyes and scrunching your nose at the salty taste. “Clean it all off,” he commands.

You dive back in, this time letting your tongue glide across a larger portion. The humiliation burns through your body. It makes you uncomfortably hot, mostly from anger and but a little bit of arousal.

“Nice ass.” 

There it is. The excitement comes back the moment they start making suggestive comments, the attention riles you up and it’s horrible. 

“Kaminari are you even supposed to be here? Don’t you have a girlfriend?” Mina asks at the blonde pervert who was currently zooming on your ass. 

“Oh? We’re cool as long as I don’t stick my dick her,” he points to you. “That’s hella fucking tempting but I’m in love, dude.” He chuckles to himself, thinking about his girlfriend. 

They treat you like an object, talking about you like you were some sort of a toy. 

“Bet her pussy is tight,” Sero says. 

Kirishima turns to Bakugou, looking at him with pleading eyes. “Yo, Bakubro, can we touch her?” 

Bakugou looks on from watching you lick his boot and turns to Kirishima. A dark, unsettling gaze falls across his eyes as he speaks, “No. This one is mine.” he stares down at you. 

You stop lapping on his shoe and stand back on your knees, buckling your knees you try to get up but Bakugou harshly kicks your shoulder, throwing you back and making you cry. 

“Why did you do that?” you squeal, holding onto your bruised shoulder, glaring at him intently. 

The rest of the group goes quiet at the display of Bakugou’s sudden violence. 

He stands between your thighs, lazily resting his foot atop of your soft thighs. 

“You’re fucking pathetic, you know that?” the angle you were spread out in had your skirt flipped over hips, displaying your pretty, pastel panties to everyone in the room. 

Even though it’s subtle, masked by everyone’s fear of what Bakugou was planning, you still feel everyone’s gaze focused right on you and more specifically at your clothed cunt. Bakugou presses hard on your thigh making you cry. 

“Useless Deku’s friends are just like him. The fucking second you walked in here, I knew you were just another useless insect for me to stomp on.” He pauses, smirking, pressing his foot onto you even harder, twisting his ankle to increase the burning sting surging across your right thigh. “And I’m doing just that.” 

He steps off you for a moment, letting you catch your breath and recover from the burn. His eyesight travels lower down to your panties. He admires the cute pair you had on. Normally when he’d see girls naked, they’d dress themselves up the most luxurious to match his standards. But that’s not you, that could never be you. 

He rejoices at the thought of seeing your flushed, tear-stained face breaking down under him. You’ll never be like those girls, always a step behind. He can build you up and break you however he likes, you’d have no say in it. 

The power trip drives him crazy. 

He presses the tip of his boot over your clothed clothed cunt, pushing the hard material right over your sensitive clit. 

You gasp at the feeling, looking up at him with terrified eyes. He smirks down at you, moving his foot in a steady rhythm, rubbing the fabric of your cotton panties against your little pearl. 

“This turning you on? What a freak.” The rest of his group basks in shock. They watch intently as the scene spiraled out for them, too captivated to make any comments. They just keep quiet and stare. 

The way you squirm under Bakugou as he plays with your cute clit so unforgivingly makes them hot with excitement. Kaminari feels a little guilty but he blames it on his nature as a man.

Sero feels a little bad for you, they all do. But then again they wouldn’t waste the opportunity to be in Bakugou’s footsteps- literally. 

“You’re a little slut, you know that?” Bakugou sneers. 

Your gasps turn into whimpers as his simulation becomes harder. You clench your fists, desperately wishing it to be over. Tears brim in your eyes at the sheer humiliation of your corrupted form. This was just too much, too much for you to handle. 

“Please, stop,” you beg, knowing he wouldn't listen. “I’ll report you,” you cry.  A roar of laughter starts, shutting you up. 

“Go for it, you do that.” Mina comments. Kaminari walks closer to you, bringing the camera down to your face recording your horrified expressions. 

“We’ll just go ahead and post this online.” he threatens. 

A drop of tear falls down your waterline following a waterfall. You cry, leave all of your dignity behind and cry. You beg them to stop but as your pleas mix with your moans, it’s hard for anyone to understand what you’re saying. It’s not like they don’t know what you’re asking them for, they just turn deaf, simply because they can. 

Bakugou stops, he takes a step back, leaving you alone. You let out the tiniest cry when he leaves, ditching you just when you need his touch the most. 

“Feels like I’m doing too much of the work, if you want it so bad, do this yourself.” He says. Your body still burns with desire, your clit still hard and cunt salivating, you are nowhere close to being done... 

It’s as if something takes over and you are possessed by the dire need to cum, you do exactly as he says. 

You snake your fingers down your panties, deliberately rubbing on your swollen little clit before pushing your finger into your drenched cunt. You cry out as you clench around your finger, the pleasure becoming unbearable. Your legs shake and you close your eyes shut. 

You stay there on the floor, fingering yourself in the corridor, without any shame, while Kaminari records all of it. 

“She’s gonna give me a hard-on,” Kirishima says and you moan.

“She really is a slut, huh?” Sero comments. 

“She’s cute,” Mina adds with a smile. 

Bakugou scoffs, “does Deku know how much of a whore you are?” He asks. 

You don’t pay any attention to what he says, too busy bringing yourself to your climax.

“You’re getting all this right?” Mina looks over Kaminari’s shoulder and onto the phone screen which captures you beautifully losing yourself for everyone to see. 

“You close?” Bakugou asks as you feel yourself clench around fingers tightly, he bends down on his and pulls your panties down your hips, admiring your precious cunt. 

“Cute pussy,” he remarks before flicking your sensitive, hardened clit.

A rush of pleasure washes down your body as you cry while cumming. Bakugou pushes you right over the edge, a nasty grin screaming atop his face as he watches you. You curse at yourself for letting him see you like this, but there’s not much you can do but cry while you feel your juices gush around you before sliding down your thighs and onto the dirty floor. 

It takes a second for you to calm down and when you do come to your senses, dread fills you up. Tears shamelessly fall down your face as you realize what you just did. The others laugh at you, without feeling any remorse. 

Bakugou continues to stare at you with an unsettling look, while the others discuss the heinous crime you’ve just committed. 

Sero looks down at you and you catch his dark eyes staring at you. A toothy grin scavenges his face as he speaks. 

“Awesome,” he says as if he just finished some mediocre movie. 

Finally, you find the courage to get up and run. 

This was totally not awesome. 

[rhysismydaddy]

Casual Ruin Pt. 3 (Elriel)

Elain’s part of the Damnation Series.

Part 1 | Part 2

God help yall this shit was a rollercoaster to write

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~Elain~

For a second, no one breathes, let alone moves.

Azriel’s hands are steady as he grips the gun, body lined with tension, eyes so cold I shiver. The barrel’s close enough that if I leaned forward an inch, it’d brush my forehead.

The man next to him holds a cigarette halfway to his mouth, looking at me like he’s never seen a woman before and has absolutely no idea what to do. 

And me? I’m frozen in place, horror rushing through my veins and mixing with the shock to create a nauseating cocktail I’m not sure I’ll survive.

It’s the brutalized man in the chair slumping over and hitting the floor with a loud thud that finally snaps us out of our momentary haze.

Azriel blinks and throws the gun to the side so hard it makes a dent in the wall, the stranger drops his cigarette and reaches for me, and I sprint like my fucking life depends on it. Because at this point, I’m pretty sure it might.

What the hell did I walk into? 

I race up the stairs toward the garage, where less than a minute ago, I’d heard Azriel’s voice and gone to surprise him. By the look on his face when he turned around, I’d at least succeeded in that.

I can practically feel the man behind me, can tell he’s reaching a hand out to grab me.

I’ve never been a violent person in my life, but with the amount of adrenaline coursing through me, I don’t even question the urge to use the wine bottle in my hands as a weapon.

It breaks over the man’s head, but unlike in the movies, he doesn’t go down immediately. However, he does lose his balance enough that with a firm shove to his chest, he goes crashing back down to the hellhole I’m running from.

I make it to the garage and slam the door to the basement closed, locking it for good measure. Then I drag the heavy workbench next to the line of pristine cars over in front of it for even better measure. 

I refuse to let myself stop and think, because I’m pretty sure if I do, I’ll break down into a pool of tears and never get up. I’m running on nothing but adrenaline, and I know I’ll crash soon, but I force myself to keep going.

For a moment, I’m tempted to steal one of the cars to get away, but the sound of angry Italian shouts behind the locked door makes me hesitant to waste any more time.

I also definitely don’t have time to call the cab driver that dropped me off and beg him to come back.

The fear and terror don’t give me time to doubt myself as I take my heels off, take off up the driveway, and pray I’m fast enough to escape the devil on my trail.

~Azriel~

“Get that goddamn door open,” I shout at Luca, who’s dripping wine all over the place and has a gash on his forehead from where little Elain Archeron shoved him down the stairs.

I almost fucking shot her in the head. Her. 

Dolcezza mia. The girl I’m stupidly obsessed with. The one who’s always quick to smile--the same one who sighs when I kiss her and lights up when I walk into the room.

I almost shot her between those beautiful brown eyes, almost snuffed them out forever.

I run a hand over my face, listening to the sound of Luca throwing himself into the door repeatedly. “I’m trying, boss, but I think she pulled something in front of the door.”

Smart.

Fucking annoying as hell, but smart.

If I wasn’t so damn pissed at myself for not locking the basement door behind me and allowing her to find us down here, I’d be mildly impressed. 

Two of the most dangerous men in Italy, trapped in the basement like idiots. 

I pull up the app to track her phone--which was originally for her safety, not because I’m a complete stalker--and see that she’s on foot, going behind the houses instead of down the road. She probably thinks I’ll drive by her while she gets away right under my nose.

“Fuck,” I mutter, sending out a text to all my neighbors to tell them not to shoot the beautiful young woman trespassing through their properties. She has no idea the people around us have security systems better than the President’s. “Luca!”

“Working on it,” he grunts back.

“If that shit isn’t open in the next twenty seconds, you’re going in the incinerator after this asshole,” I warn, nudging the dead body on the floor with a boot.

The threat must work, because a second later, there’s a loud bang and the telltale sound of the workbench from my garage toppling over. “Got it!”

I storm up the stairs and tell him, “Run interference with the neighbors and local police. Anyone talks-”

“Got it,” he interrupts, grabbing his phone to start threatening people.

Pulling up the app again, I track the path she’s on, curse when I see she’s headed to the bus station about a mile from here, and take off after her.

Technically, it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if she got away. She’d probably go to the police and tell them what she saw, not knowing that Marco, the deputy on duty, has been on my payroll since the day he passed the police entrance exam.

Having done her civic duty, she’d probably try to recover from the trauma of what she saw, eventually finish her classes and move on, and leave. Forgetting all about me in the process.

Technically, for her, this option would not be the worst thing in the world.

But in my head, it feels worse than being stabbed. In my head, there isn’t a question about it. 

I’m going after her. 

There’s this weird, itchy feeling in my chest I’ve never felt before as I run and run and try not to think about the look on her face as she saw the body fall to the floor.

I realize the feeling in my chest as panic, something I haven’t felt since I was a teenager getting booked for stealing my first car.

She knows.

She knows, and the look on her face... she looked at me like I’m a monster. 

And fuck, maybe that’s true. Maybe I am beyond saving.

But having her look at me, and having her take away the easy smiles and bright eyes I’d grown strangely accustomed to... it feels like being robbed.

And it makes me panic.

So I’ll chase her, and catch her, and do whatever I have to do to get her back. 

Because I need her, and damn if I’m going at this alone. 

After a surprising amount of time, I see the thin outline of her off in the distance, sprinting like the devil himself is chasing her. 

I take a deep breath and try to stay quiet, but it’s hopeless. Like she’s the one with the tracker on me, she can tell the second I’m close. I can see it from the way her shoulders go stiff and her pace increases.

“Elain!” 

I call out again for her to stop, because I don’t want to tackle her and risk hurting her. She ignores me and keeps running, turning behind the coroner of one of my dealer’s house. 

That sticky, awful, panicky feeling in my chest grows as she disappears from sight, and without thinking, I follow.

Which, if I had been thinking, I never would’ve done, because shit like this leaves you open to attack. 

Which reminds me: I’ve now broken all three rules for this woman, because I don’t have a single weapon on me to defend us if something happens.

I hit the ground hard enough the wind rushes out of me and my stupid brain rattles around in my stupid skull. 

Blinking through the blur, I look up to find Elain standing over me with an empty metal trashcan raised like a bat, ready to strike again. 

I need to explain, need to talk to her, but all I can seem to say is her name.

“Elain,” I croak, trying to force air down my lungs.

As my vision clears, I notice she’s crying, beautiful face streaked with tears and dirt. 

She pauses and looks at me, like the sight of me knocked on my ass hurts her just as much as it does me, then shakes her head to clear it. 

She throws the trash can at me and turns to flee, but I know I can’t let her go, at least not like this. Grabbing her ankle, I yank her down to me, making sure she lands on me instead of the ground. 

She screams, the sound scraping away another layer of the trust we’d built, and I don’t think I’ve ever been so desperate in my life. Elain flails around, but I use my weight to pin her, trying not to hurt her. 

She has to let me explain. She has to.

I hate what I’m about to do, but the only other option I have is making her pass out the old fashion way, which I know I could never bring myself to do.

The second the needle goes into her neck, she goes stiff underneath me, looking at me with wide, panicked eyes. 

“You drugged me,” she sobs, the betrayal in her voice making my chest hurt.

I brush the hair off her face, press my forehead to hers, and start telling her things I haven’t told another living soul.

I’ll never hurt you.

I’m sorry.

~Elain~

Am I dead?

Why does it feel like I got hit by a bus?

Where am I? 

These three questions rattle around in my brain at the same time, all demanding answers, as soon as I open my eyes. 

And the weird part is... I don’t have any.

I have no idea if I’m alive or dead, but the headache I have that seems permanently settled behind my eyes points to the latter.

I blink the haze in my brain away and realize I’m at my house in bed, but my extend of knowledge seems to stop there. 

There’s a voice in my head whispering something, but it’s too quiet for me to understand what she’s saying. All I know is that I feel like I need to do something, need to get out of here. 

I rub my sore eyes and see there’s a note on the bedside table, written in precise, calm handwriting I recognize better than my own. 

Come downstairs. 

He’s here? I thought I went to his house, not the other way around.

The blinds are closed, but when I make my way to the window and peak out, I see a dark night sky, the moon reflecting off the water and making everything seen calm.  

What the hell happened to me?

I start to leave the room, intent on going downstairs and asking Azriel that very question. 

Except as I’m passing by my closet, I see something. 

Something small and so inconsequential, I almost don’t think anything about it.

Like I’m in a dream, I feel myself walk over to the corner of the room. I feel my knees hit the floor, see my finger extend to the floor and touch the tiny drop of liquid that caught my eye.

I pull back and look, and somehow, I’m not surprised to see that it’s blood.

The floors are dark enough I shouldn’t have been able to see it from so far away, but it’s like a part of me was looking for it. 

And that’s when it comes back to me.

Coming to surprise him, seeing the door in his garage, going downstairs... I press a hand to my mouth and squeeze my eyes shut, trying to fight the tidal wave of nausea washing over me. 

I remember seeing the blood first and wondering if someone was hurt, then coming further into the room to find myself in the middle of a nightmare. If I wasn’t so strangely sure it had been real, I would think it was a horror movie.

The man strapped down had been so brutalized, I doubt I would’ve recognized him even if I’d known him my whole life.

I remember running without a thought more, giving into the fight or flight impulse to get the hell out of there. 

I remember hitting Azriel, seeing him fall to the ground and looking up at me with those deep, wounded eyes that will haunt me more than the torture he inflicted on that poor man. 

Eyes that told me everything and nothing at the same time.

I remember looking into those eyes and crying at the pain in them that was surely reflected in my own. 

And then nothing. 

Why don’t I remember? How did I get back here?

I’m sorry. 

I finally recall that last whispered promise, and if I hadn’t already been sitting on the floor, I would’ve fallen to my knees as I realize what happened.

He drugged me.

Azriel, the same man who slow-danced with me in an empty restaurant and drove me along the coast and held me in his sleep, drugged me.

And he’s downstairs.

I start to hyperventilate, because I don’t know what to do or what he’s planning to do. Why is he still here?

What am I going to do? Should I call the cops?

I realize I don’t have my phone, probably a countermeasure on his part. 

I also realize there’s no way for me to run. I remember how fast he’d caught me, how easy it had been for him to render me useless. 

There’s no escaping him. Not if he’s already down there waiting, evil plan cooking in his mind.

I have no other option, unless I want to stay in this room for the rest of my life.

So with confidence I don’t feel, I walk downstairs. 

I find him sitting at my breakfast table, leaning back casually and sipping a cup of coffee despite the late hour. 

The moonlight clings to him like it loves him, playing off of his sharp cheekbones and illuminating his features. His face is carefully blank, but there’s a flicker of something as he looks at me, something that seems almost like relief. 

He’s calm and collected and everything I’m not, and it pisses me off. My world’s on fire, yet he’s sitting here like nothing’s wrong? And he’s drinking my coffee?

I stomp over to grab the stolen drink, then sit across from him and cross my arms. 

And wait.

Because I sure as hell am not talking first. 

He stayed because he has something to say. I don’t have anything to say to him. 

For a long time, we just stare at each other, because he’s apparently playing by the same rules. 

Then he accepts his defeat, sighs, and asks, “Why did you come to my house last night?”

I purse my lips, narrow my eyes, and try to stop myself from throwing the coffee in his face. 

Because he said that almost like an accusation. 

Like the problem is that I came over unannounced, not that he was torturing someone. 

“I’m not justifying that with a response,” I eventually tell him.

He gives me a hard look. “Answer the question.”

Something about the entirely male way he demanded that, like he expects a response immediately, makes me tilt my head and ask so sweetly I almost choke, “Why? Are you going to torture me if I don’t?”

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, showing the first sign of imperfection I’ve ever seen from him. “What you saw-”

“Was horrifying, and I don’t want to talk about it.”

He acts like I didn’t even speak. “-was something I meant to keep private from you.”

I don’t tell him that’s pretty fucking obvious at this point. 

Instead I ask, “Why?” 

I’m not sure why I want to know, but it suddenly feels important. 

He doesn’t takes his eyes off of me as he says, “Because you’re you. You shine so brightly it should be illegal, and you look at the world like it isn’t a terrible place. I didn’t want to take that from you.”

My throat feels uncomfortably tight all the sudden, but I clear it and say, “Well, you did.”

His jaw clenches, and he looks down. “I know. If I could go back and walk away, I would. Shit, I told myself I would more times than I can count. But I just... couldn’t. And I couldn’t tell you either. I wanted to, but I didn’t know how, Elain.”

The sound of my name on his lips makes my heart finally start beating again, but I still call him on his lie. “That isn’t why you never told me. You never told me because you knew I’d hate you the second you did.”

“Maybe,” he admits, looking back up at me. “But now you know, and I’m glad you do. You know everything now.”

It’s my turn to look down, because while I’d wanted to know the real him, I’d never imagined I’d find something like this. 

“No, I don’t. I don’t know anything, because you haven’t explained anything.”

He tilts his head. “What needs explaining?”

I ask the obvious question. “Who do you work for?”

“Myself.”

Once again, I don’t feel like justifying that with a response. He still isn’t saying anything that explains what I saw or why he’d do that to someone. 

If he isn’t going to say anything meaningful, I’m not having this conversation.

Eventually, he seems to realize this. Because he says, “I’m Capo of the Sicilian Outfit of the Cosa Nostra, Elain.”

I bite my lip so hard I taste blood, trying to keep my emotions in check. I don’t know how to feel, other than confused and angry.

“Any other questions?”

“Why did you drug me?”

If he just wanted to talk, he could’ve dragged me back to his place or maybe just say that. Not chase me down like a rapid animal.

“You were panicked, and I didn’t want to hurt you. I needed time to explain, needed to tell you this was never the plan.”

There’s something else there, and I narrow my eyes in a silent demand for him to continue.

Azriel sighs and admits, “My neighbors are business associates-” aka fellow criminals, “and I didn’t want them to hear you yelling and come to... investigate-” aka kill me, “or watch me get knocked unconscious by a twenty-four year old woman with a trash can.”

I give him a smug smile, more than ready to give him a repeat of that show, and try to decide what else to ask. 

But before I get the chance, he says, “I don’t see why this changes anything.”

My mouth falls open.

He doesn’t see- is he serious? “You’re joking.”

“I’m not known for my humor.”

I’m still stunned into silence, so he tilts his head and asks, “Why does it matter? Why does what I do make me a different person?”

When I don’t answer, he says, “It doesn’t. Nothing I do will ever come near you. You won’t ever have to see it again. I promise.” 

“It’s not about seeing it! It’s about knowing what you do when we’re not together. You kiss me goodbye, then go home and... there is absolutely no way I can go back to what we were doing before. You killed someone, Azriel.”

He straightens his cufflinks and shoots back, “He deserved it, Elain.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“I have a feeling you’re about to tell me.”

“First off, murder is illegal. So is torture, which from the way that man looked, you’d definitely been inflicting on him. Not only is it illegal, it’s wrong! He was an innocent human being-”

“He wasn’t innocent.”

I keep going. “You aren’t judge, jury, and executioner! You-”

He’s on me before I can finish, sliding a hand over my mouth and leaning over my chair. 

God, the man is fast. Has he always been that fast, or have I just never noticed?

“Let me explain something to you, Elain. On this island, I am. I decide who’s guilty, which he confessed to being. I decide the punishment, which was a bullet to the brain. I’m the executioner, and I pull the trigger myself, because I’m not a fucking coward.”

I fight his hold, trying to push him away, but he doesn’t even budge. 

“I play by different rules, bellissima. Just because you’ve never been exposed to them, or my world, doesn’t mean it hasn’t always existed. I’m the judge, jury, executioner, and the goddamn king.”

A shiver goes down my spine at his words. 

He pushes my head back, forcing me to meet his eyes. “And it doesn’t matter.”

I shake my head, bite his finger, push at his chest. But it doesn’t do any good.

“It doesn’t matter, because like I said, we live in two different worlds. I’d never let mine impact yours.”

I want to tell him that isn’t the problem, but his hand is still on my mouth. 

“Have you even asked yourself why you’re not afraid?” he asks out of the blue, surprising me. 

I stare blankly at him, no longer fighting, waiting for whatever he’s about to say.

“You’re scared of what I do, but you aren’t scared of me. Not really. If you were, you never would’ve come down those stairs.”

That’s why he looked relieved, I realize. He was worried I’d be scared of him.

Everything he’s saying makes sense, which makes no sense at all. 

Because if he’s right, and he certainly seems to think he is, it begs the question... why aren’t I scared of him?

He seems to see my ask myself that, because he answers it a second later.

Eyes growing softer, he murmurs, “It’s because you know I’d never hurt you, nor would I let anyone else.”

I remember him whispering that right before I passed out. I’ll never hurt you. 

He comes so close I can see the individual flecks of green in his dark hazel eyes. “I may do terrible things, and I’d do terrible things for you, Elain, but I’d never do them to you.”

“So you aren’t afraid. Just angry,” he concludes. Then he looks at me like he did the other day in the sea behind his house, right before he called me his. “Do you know why you’re angry, Elain?”

Currently, it’s because he’s explaining my emotions to me, which has to be the most male, obnoxious thing that’s ever happened in all of history.

But I have a feeling that isn’t what he’s talking about.

And I have another feeling that I’m not going to like what he’s about to say.

I take another glance at the look in his eyes and realize what he means, starting to fight again. I push at his chest and hands and try to get him to not say the words I know he’s going to. 

It doesn’t work. 

“You’re upset,” he says a moment later, slow and sure like always, “because I lied to you. You feel betrayed, like you don’t know me. But that isn’t why you’re angry.”

One hand on my face, the other in my hair, he holds me perfectly still as he whispers, “You’re angry because you were falling for me.”

I press my eyes closed, trying not to hear the words he’s saying as if that’ll make them any less true. 

But it doesn’t, because they are true. 

Every easy smile, midnight whisper, and lingering kiss he’s given me in the past month has given him a permanent place in my heart, and it hurts to have that all feel like a lie.

It hurts to look at him and not know if I recognize the person holding me.

A sob escapes me, which seems to confirm what he said, and he takes his hand off my mouth to wipe away a tear. 

His brow comes to rest against mine, and I breathe him in, unable to stop myself. 

There’s a war happening inside me, and it distracts me enough I don’t stop him from pulling me closer.

My heart plays me a montage of the past month, showing me countless moments where I’d been so positive I’d found paradise, so positive I’d found someone I could trust completely. It tells me Azriel has always felt like home, like something so inexplicably right I don’t even know how to describe it.

But my brain reminds me the hands cupping my cheeks softly are covered in blood and gunsmoke and victims’ tears. It tells me I’ve never really known the man I’m currently begging myself not to have feelings for. 

The battle inside of me rages on, and I cry harder, not even knowing who I want to win.

It only gets harder to choose as he murmurs, “Ance io mi sto innamorando di te.”

I’m falling for you, too.

I don’t know what to do or feel or think, and I’m so helplessly confused it makes me want to scream. 

Yet even though I’m confused, something about this makes sense. Something about knowing what he really does for a living makes everything in my head just click.

The way he’d redirect the conversation whenever I asked about his job. The way I’d always suspected him of hiding something about himself from me. The way every movement he’s ever made with me has been lined with restraint.

He could hurt me, has had the opportunity for months, but he never has. He’s always been careful with me, has always held and looked at me like I’m something precious to him.

My brain starts shifting to his side of the argument, and I can feel my morality ripping to shreds under his hands.

Before I can think, I shove him away, getting to my feet to point at the door. “Get out. You lied to me. You’re a murderer. A monster.”

Feelings or not, I know I can’t do this. I can’t just ignore what I saw, what he’ll continue to do. So he needs to leave.

He doesn’t.

Azriel just leans against the kitchen island counter and pulls out a cigarette, lighting it as he watches me for a long moment. 

“Maybe I am,” he says eventually around a mouthful of smoke. “But just because I’m a monster, Elain, doesn’t mean I can’t give you what we both know you need. Nothing has to change.”

It already has.

“I don’t need anything from you.”

“No?”

“No.”

He prowls toward me, the intent shining so clear in his eyes I take a step back for every one he takes forward. My back hits a wall, and he traps me between it and himself, caging me in with strong arms.

The line between right and wrong, good and evil, seems to blur as he gets closer and closer, and by the time we’re sharing air, I don’t know which way is up. All I know is him.

He takes a deep inhale of his cigarette, tips my head back with his thumb, and then breathes the smoke into my mouth. 

It should be disgusting, considering I don’t smoke and make it a point to avoid cancer-causing products in general. 

It should be. But it isn’t.

It’s the opposite of disgusting. 

There’s a buzz in my veins that has nothing to do with the nicotine, and I realize too late that he’s the vice I can’t quit. 

I’m too far gone, too addicted already.

He pulls back slightly, tucking the still-burning cigarette behind his ear. His eyes burn with intensity, and his dark hair and shoulders are surrounded by the smoke clinging to his shoulders like a shadow. 

He looks like the villain of a movie I never even knew I wanted to watch, and it physically pains me to have him this close and not be touching him, so I put my hands on his chest, fingers fisting in the expensive material of his suit.

His are on the wall by my head, bracing himself as he leans in and slowly licks a line across my lower lip, like he’s tasting me. 

My want for him is a tangible thing, and I have to ask myself if he’s right. Does it matter what he does, when he makes me feel like no one else ever has? Do I care enough to stay away from him?

“You don’t need me?” he asks again, so close his lips brush against mine.

I shake my head, even though I know it isn’t the truth. I do need him, and that’s why this hurts so damn bad. Why this betrayal cuts so deep.

Even though we’re so close he’s nothing but a blur, I can feel his eyes on me, burning a hole through me. 

And then he says something that changes everything. 

“Well, I need you,” he whispers, so softly it breaks my heart.

I’m lost.

I’m so goddamn lost in him, I forget everything we were talking about, forget everything he’s done. 

My knees go weak, and I cling to him, pulling him into me as I slip down the wall.

His lips crash against mine, and I know instantly that this is him. This is all of him. I finally know exactly who he is, and he doesn’t have to hide anymore.

It’s probably our hundredth kiss, but it feels like the first, and I’m drunk on it, drunk on him.

Hands in my hair, he kisses me like he wasn’t lying--like he needs me. 

My hands pull tighter, until there’s not an inch between us, and he makes a low sound in his throat. His are on my waist, gripping me tightly and telling me he wants this just as much as I do.

The restraint from before is all but gone, and I tremble at how much power is in his grasp, how small and fragile it makes me feel in comparison. 

My willpower crumples further, like a napkin in his fist, as his tongue teases mine, making me chase him for more.

Azriel pulls my lower lip between his teeth, pulling it between us as he draws back. It’ll be bruised tomorrow, but a sick part of me likes that he’s leaving his mark on me.

“Say it,” he say roughly, voice deep and scratchy with lust.

I don’t get a change to say it, or anything else, before he’s kissing me again, running his hands up my back and into my hair.

“Say it,” he demands again.

Maybe I’m not as lost as I thought, because I know what he wants but stay silent, refusing to give it to him.

Because I can’t.

Everything he said tonight makes sense, but I just... can’t.

He kisses me again, a lingering kiss that makes my chest ache, and almost pleads, “Say it, Elain. Say it doesn’t matter. Say you need me.”

The air grows thick as I stay silent, because it’s response enough.

His eyes narrow, and even though everything inside me begs me to, I don’t stop him as he steps away. 

“Only two more months here, and you want to spend them lying to yourself?”

I hadn’t even thought about the fact that I’m leaving so soon, but I don’t let myself get distracted. “I’m not lying to anyone.”

Except it feels like I am.

A smile pulls on his lips, but it isn’t friendly. “You’re fucking lying, and you know it. You know it doesn’t matter, you just can’t admit it, because then you’d be like me.”

Heart pounding, I shake my head, but he keeps going. “Fucking a monster would be condoning the devil’s work, right?”

He takes a step in, catching my wrists as I try to push him back, pinning them above my head, and laughing. 

“You saying you don’t want me is the most pathetic lie I’ve ever heard, carro. ”

“Azriel-”

Mouth next to my ear, he growls, “You’re really telling me if I slip my hand between your pretty thighs, I won’t find you wet and ready for me?”

I push against his hands and look away, all the confirmation he needs. 

He tsks, feigning disappointment. 

I close my eyes and fight my response to him with everything I have. I try to tell myself it matters, that what he does disgusts me, but it doesn’t sound believable to even myself at this point.

“I could prove it to you, make you come right here and now, but I don’t think I will.”

I’m breathing heavily, two seconds from passing out at the intensity and violence in his voice. 

“I think the next time I fuck you, Elain, you’re going to have to tell me you need me just as much as I need you. You’re going to tell me you want me, and you’re going to beg me for more.” He licks up the side of my neck, and I press my lips together to hold in the moan that wants to escape. “You’re going to tell the goddamn truth, and you’re going to fucking apologize for lying to me in the first place.”

I glare at him, silently conveying that that will never happen. He lied to me. I’m not apologizing for shit.

He sees that and everything else in my gaze, and he shakes his head slowly. 

“I’ll get your confession, Elain,” he promises, going to the door and almost ripping it off its hinges as he opens it. “I always do.”

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Part 4

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[lifewithlala]

Useful and practical advice for everyone starting college

So... Yes, I graduated! To celebrate this, I thought it would be a good idea to pass on some knowledge to those new students starting college this year (I feel like a Senpai). If it was difficult for me, I cannot fathom how much difficult it's going to be for you guys starting this year with all the things happening around the world. So good luck and I hope this really helps you out!

Try to get along with everyone. Look, prior to entering college I was asocial AF. It's not that I was shy, I just didn't like hanging out with people. However, my time in college taught me that interaction IS a very important part of life. I will be forever thankful to my classmates, who approached me on my first day (I entered college mid-year with no experience in business or economics. I was completely clueless). They were very nice to me and tried their best to explained how the school works, what classes we will be taking, what the professors and exams are like and such. Without their help, I would have had a harder time trying to get used to college. Truth is, you WILL need help at several points in college. And if you're not on good terms with anyone, who will be willing to help you? No one. So don't be a jerk and try your best to be nice and genuine with everyone in the class.

Help your classmates. Just as you will need help, your classmates will also need help. Don't wait for them to ask you for help. Offer to help them if you can! This can help you make friends or find new study buddies. Do not underestimate the power of helping others. When you help people with something, it is very likely that they will help you back when you need to. They might even recommend you for a job or internship position just because you helped them.

Find one or two study buddies. Study buddies will make studying more bearable. The study material that you will get in college is nothing compared to high school. So having a few study buddies that can help you make summaries, explain and work together on assignments will make studying much easier! I remember I had a study buddy for one of my minors in which we had to learn 16 chapters. We divided the summary workload and took turns explaining the chapters we each summarized. We literally cut the study time in half because of this!

Keep in contact with your classmates and professors. Chances are you will be separated for some time during minors, study abroad programs or internships. But that doesn't mean you have to lose contact with them. I'm not saying you have to chat with them every day. But contacting them once in awhile is good. I have been able to help some of my classmates with some subjects and applications. I have also become one of my professor's running buddies. So keep in touch because you never know what good you can give and what good it might bring you!

Be persistent. I have had instances were my school coach has ghosted me AND the school completely. Putting my internship and thesis at risk. Shit happens. And when you see things taking a turn for the ugly, fight back with all you got to get things back on track. The truth is, college is a business. And it will continue with or without you. A bit toxic, yes. However, it is up to you to not let things go south! Take action. Contact your professor when needed. Contact the administration. Contact management. Be persistent!

Plan as soon as possible. Don't wait for the first class to get your curriculum and then plan a week later. Download the curriculum BEFORE going to that first class. Plan BEFORE  going to the class. Bombard your professor with questions regarding the curriculum on the first day. Make changes accordingly. Execute that plan ASAP. Your worst enemy is time. But your best friend is also time. The sooner you start, the more prepared you will be for your exams. Read more about how I plan here.

Don't say "yes" to everything. Yes, I am guilty of this one. I learn fast. I'm young. I have lots of energy. I can do whatever I put my mind to. WRONG. This kind of thinking led me to severe burnout. I was helping my parents in their business. I was doing a full-time internship. I started my own business and had 9 clients. I was training for a marathon. Shit went down horribly at some point. I'm glad I went through that burnout because it taught me the importance and necessity to be balanced in life. And that my ability to say no is sometimes more important than my ability to say yes.

College is more than just learning theory. Look, classes are not the thing you should focus on solely in college. If there's anything more important than classes, I would say is your ability to network and leverage this to get experience in the field. That is what college is about. College opens so many opportunities, not because of what they teach, but because of the resources that you are able to get. I'm not saying go slack on your classes, but keep in mind that a lot of times, people don't hire because you have a perfect GPA.

Have a plan to be smart with your money AND stick with it. I had a plan to be smart with my money. And I did so for 3 years. But in my fourth year... I fucked up. Guys... stick to your financial plan and avoid goddamn headaches. Learn about budgeting,

Do not pull all-nighters. If anything all-nighters made me perform worse. Also, they completely messed up my sleeping schedule, which in return messed up my entire schedule. As a result, I would stress out because I was behind schedule and I did not have the energy to catch up. Guys, do not underestimate the power of a good night's sleep.

Time batching will be your best friend. Having a set day to do similar tasks is honestly, one of the best ways to work. One day I would do all my homework for the week. The other day I would only study. One day I would do all of my house chores etc. It's much simpler and effective this way.

Having a study routine will actually help you to pull a miracle. A lot of people swear by a morning or night routine. I swear by a study/ work routine. For real... why aren't work routines more common? Once I start my routine, my brain knows its time to work and study and will not get distracted. You can read about my study routine more in detail here.

You will get fat pretty fast, so exercise. You will not have a lot of time on your hands. You no longer have breaks to play sports, you don't need to go to gym class, you probably have a car now. Your sedentary life will pretty much begin in college. And because you have the money you will start eating out or order takeout. So EAT WELL AND WORKOUT. I realized that the weeks I ate healthily, were also the weeks I was more energized. So do these 2 things religiously.

Don't be too uptight. Relax and have fun. If you're the type A, teacher's pet kind of student... don't be afraid to loosen up a little bit. After my burnout episode I understood the importance of having fun once in awhile. Turns out that going to parties, clubs, having girls night out is a fun experience and you'll look back at those memories with fond!

Start applying for internships as soon as possible. THIS. Honestly. Apply early. Finding an internship position isn't hard. But finding the right internship place that will allow you to grow and learn and at the same time get along with the culture is MUCH MUCH MUCH harder! So take your time finding an internship. Go to as many interviews as you can. Don't accept the first internship position because it's the first you got. Look at it objectively and talk to others that work in that company. I had the opportunity to work for 2 days under the guidance of another intern before saying yes. Ask for a similar opportunity so you can test the waters before accepting the internship offer.

Taking care of yourself is harder than you think. Develop a routines. Stick to those routines. Develop a personal hygiene routine. A workout routine. Eat healthy. These things are easier said than done. Constantly work on these things. If you let one fall, others will start falling too. Self care is a work in progress so never stop improving yourself no matter how many deadlines you have!

Older students are a godsend. If you want to hear a goddamn unbiased opinion, please refer to an older student. The administration or professor might tell you a process or application goes a certain way, but the older students that went through it, know better as they literally had to go through it. The advice they will give you will be more practical than the advice the professors can give you. So listen to them carefully. They will also be able to help you with tips for exams, summaries or explaining. So be friends with them too!

Get a mentor. I was lucky enough to find 2 excellent mentors in my college journey. I became good friends with one of my professors, and she was the one that taught me all I know about personal investing. Honestly, she was the real MVP. Amazing professor, explanations were top notch, and really enjoyed her work. The second one, was my thesis coach. She helped me built my business and her expertise in the field helped me a lot in starting up. Don't be afraid to ask your professors or experts in the field to help you get started! Sometimes, they are eager to pass what they know unto someone. You got nothing to lose!

[quixotic-writer]

Lustful Hunger

Request: for my darling @birdgirl1772 <3

Summary: You have never been satisfied with anything. Socially, romantically, physically, you name it. Q has always tried to prove himself, but you always pushed him away. At a wrap party however, you finally give him the chance to see if he can satisfy your cravings.

warning: smut ahead!

A/N: Haha! Suki is back in action! Thanks for being so patient guys, I have so many pieces, one shots, and chapters that will be released soon now that school has calmed down a bit ;)

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Another season wrapped up just like that and the after party was in full swing. Producers, camera men, comedy producers all had a drink of sorts in their hand as they all smiled and clamored over each other talking about the success of filming. Yet again, I was off alone on the side with a can of soda in hand unsatisfied once more with everything. Building such high standards for myself has proven to be far beyond damaging, conversations seem fruitless with others, friendships come and go like seasons, romantic relationships always seemed to fizzle like a match. I'm just…

“All by your lonesome again I see.” I turn and see Q taking a seat next to me with a can of beer in his hand and a smirk on his face. He readjusts the familiar hat atop his head and brushes stray hairs off to the side, “You’re a strange bird you know darling. You always seem so sociable one moment, and so distant the next.” I took a sip from my can and felt a cool draft graze my skin as he said the word ‘darling’ which caused the hairs on my arm to stand on end.

“Not feeling social I guess.”

“Not social? Or not satisfied?” My movements came to a halt and I felt my spine tense. He knew he had me trapped in the spider's web, open and exposed like a patient on a surgical table, I could see it in the way he smiled and the way his eyebrow flicked upwards. He tapped the side of his now empty can with the ring band on his middle finger, the sound was so quiet yet it seemed to overwhelm and intimidate me.

“And what makes you question something like that Quinn?” He lassod my interest, I turned my body to face him. It was my turn to pick at his brain just as he did with mine.

“They say the eyes are the window to the soul. You, my dear, rarely ever have a spark in your eyes. When you talk to others, I can see the gears turning in your head questioning whether the conversation is worth taking any further. You have judging, hungry eyes. Always searching for something better, perfection, but never being able to quite find what you’re looking for. You don’t have a consistent friend group at all, or friends for that matter it seems. And tell me if i’m overstepping, but lovers seem to come and go like the wind and I know it’s not them breaking it off.” He leans in a little closer and a sensation sends a fiery desire through my chest and a radiating pulse in my parietal lobe.

“What makes you so knowledgeable on my psychology? Sounds like someone’s a little too familiar with the scenario than he could be letting on.” I lean in just as he had, and before me were his deep brown eyes. I began recollecting all that I could on the man before me and began to see a pattern in the memories that I played in my head. “Tell me Quinn, could you be like me?” All he did was chuckle.

“Why do you think I love talking to you so much?” My smile fades and I grow slightly flustered. Everyone always made an effort to talk to me, but I guess out of all the guys and the crew, Q was the one I seemed to talk to the most. He always talked to me whenever he could. Whenever I made a judgement in my head and pushed people away, they usually would give up after two or maybe even three tries. Not Q, though. He seemed relentless and up for the challenge. He didn’t treat me like a prize to be won, he just kept talking to me in the most genuine matter as though his one true goal truly was just to get to know me. In return, I would do the same with him, and to my surprise got the same act thrown right back. It was like a taste of my own medicine and I never realized it, but I found myself subconsciously chasing Q just as he was chasing me. “Tell me, what does it take to satisfy a girl like you then?” He said it in a low tone, it seemed like a command to tell him rather than a question. I swallow hard, I haven’t had any alcohol tonight but he has me feeling as though i’ve had more than enough to drink.

“What’s it to you, Quinn?”

“A question isn’t an answer darling.” The way he dominated the conversation made my thoughts wander to what else he had in store for me tonight. The tension was thick between us, you could cut it with a knife. I bit my lip not knowing whether I should give him the fulfillment of all of my flesh driven desires. What did I have to lose?

“As far as friends go, I like honesty and depth. It’s not easy finding that when all people do is use you to get to the people you work with. So I keep my distance. My family and you guys are my friends, don’t need much beyond that.” I smile at him and look at all the crew members paying no mind to myself and Q. It felt as though this conversation should be kept away from nearby ears, so I planned to keep it that way. “Relationship wise, many boys have come and gone in my life as you can see. But that was the problem, they were boys, not men. Sure, they could grace me with a promising conversation, treat me with respect as anyone should, give me physical intimacy. I could give them the same because in a relationship it’s like teamwork, you build each other up in ways you can. But when I wanted more, I noticed more and more that they wouldn’t be able to satiate my needs. They grew selfish with their love, they only cared about their own satisfaction and happiness, so I would leave.” I played around with my empty soda can on the counter, tracing the rim of it with my fingertip and tapping on it with my nails as I spoke.

“Absolute man eater, left a string of broken hearts behind you.”

“You got quite the track record yourself. Don’t act so innocent.” A guilty and sinister smile tugs at the corners of his lips. Q was always seen with some new girl every so often. As soon as they popped into his life, they seemed to disappear just as fast like it never even happened.

“Guess I've had my fair share of rounds. Have an insatiable hunger myself that some just couldn’t quite appease. Broke a few hearts along the way and had mine broken a few times, but I pick myself up and keep moving forward.” He raises a can as a means to toast his own statement as he brings it to his mouth for a sip, tilting his head back to get each drop in. There was something in that action that made me salivate slightly, the way I caught a glimpse of his adams apple bouncing as he drank, the tendons in his neck so clearly visible. My eyes diverted over to his arm, his ‘quixotic’ tattoo just barely visible and half covered by the sleeve of his t-shirt, his bicep slightly flexed just enough to allow filthy visuals to flow in my head. He slams the can down onto the counter top and lets out a refreshed exhale past his lips.

“How hungry are you, Quinn?” Our chairs seemed like magnets, we kept getting closer to each other. I felt the passion ignite inside, a desire to challenge the willingness of the man that was sitting before me. Our faces were inches, no, centimeters away from each other as we began leaning in close to each other. I could smell the beer on his lips. I took a plunge into the pool of lava that coaxed me into the deep end. Our lips were connected, and he tasted like the stinging electricity of promise with the lingering aroma of alcohol. With an arrogant smile on his face and a look of passion in his eyes, I knew this was only the beginning. “Wanna ditch this party?”

“Only if you give me the pleasure of finally showing you what satisfaction feels like.” I didn’t need to say much else, we made our stealthy exit and decided on his place as our final destination. I couldn’t tell if he always drove as though he was in a terribly fired rush, or he just couldn’t wait any longer and I managed to flip a switch inside of him. I already felt myself grow wetter as the seconds passed, the unpredictability of Q left my imagination working over time to create an endless web of scenarios that could play out. He guided me through the front door and once he had the door closed behind him, he had me pinned against the wall and our mouths collided. Our lips moved in sync and I felt his tongue slowly protrude into my mouth, I willingly allowed its entrance and allowed my tongue to snake around his. My hand wandered to the zipper of his jeans, I rubbed an open palm against him and felt the bulge in his pants. Instinctively, his hips jerked into my hand and a moan exudes from him.

When he pulled away, I attached my lips to a new area of flesh. His neck. I sucked hickeys onto the skin as he slowly guided me to his bedroom, stumbling against walls humming at each new sensation that felt like an intense wave of pleasure. When we finally made it to the bed, I fell onto my back and sank into the soft cushion of the mattress, there he was with lust glazing his eyes and swollen lips in a devilish smile. I help him take his shirt off and I gently rub my hands against his now bare chest. His hand slips carefully up my shirt, cold fingertips dragging up the warm skin of my stomach as he smothers into the crook of my neck, my back arches up aching to feel more of him against me. All our clothes were discarded off to the side without a second thought until we were left in nothing but our underwear, his boxers were tented, and my panties were soaking wet.

“Brian. Please, touch me more.” I sat up against the pillows and he was between my thighs, leaving dark hickeys all over my abdomen. He pulled away and smiled with a darkness in his eyes.

“I want you to pleasure yourself for me.” My eyes open up and I look down to him confused. “I want to see what makes you feel good.” He repositions himself on the bed to lay right next to me. For his odd request, I was determined to put on a show just for him.

I look down at my bare body and trace my hands carefully along my thighs and let out a shaky sigh at the feeling. My hand dips into my panties and I drag my middle finger into my soaking wet folds and hum at the slow, trained movement. I bring my middle and ring fingers to my lips and generously coat them, tasting my own juices on them as I moan and bring them back down to my entrance and slowly push them in. My eyes close and I start off slowly, carefully sliding my fingers in and out of myself.

“Tell me what you’re thinking of darling. What in your filthy mind are you imagining that’s making you so wet?” His voice is low and his breath was hot against my ear. When he spoke, there was a baritone rumble that scratched against his throat in the most breathtaking way.

“Thinking of what you’d do to me if it wasn’t my fingers making me feel so good.” I gasp and take my lower lip between my teeth. I hear shakily breath next to me and he kisses along the side of my neck and I loll my head to the side to grant him more access.

“Are you thinking about what it’d feel like if it were my thick fingers pumping in and out of your soaking wet pussy. I can imagine already how you would tighten around them when I curl them just the right way and hit the spot that would force whimpers out of you.” As he spoke, I began to imagine it all. The way I know they would slip right into me because of how wet I was, I could feel how filling they would be and stretch me in ways my own dainty hands couldn’t. “You’re so fucking beautful like this, I can’t wait to see more.” My hands wander all over my skin that was igniting, I felt myself burning from the inside out as his words drew me in closer to my climax. “I can’t wait to just get a taste of you and have my tongue discovering each and every inch of you, fucking you with it until you release all over my face and I have nothing left to do but clean it up as you buck your hips as your climax fades away. I bet you taste as good as you look.” My fingers are working faster and my free hand finds its way down to my clit and I begin rubbing circles. My feet are planted onto the sheets of the bed as I feel my hips slowly begin to lift off the bed in desperation for more. “Then I can’t wait to just shove my throbbing cock into your tight little cunt, finally show you what a good fucking feels like, give to you pleasure no other man could ever get you to experience. Pure euphoria, and it will all be because of me.” I’m gasping and whimpering as I finally fall down into the pool of euphoria, a strangled moan frees itself from my throat as my hips buck into my hand.

“Holy shit…” I gasp as I finally come down from my high and open my eyes to see him sitting next to me with a satisfied look on his face. He grabs my face in his hands and kisses me rough and deep, I almost thought he was going to suck the soul out of me. He begins to trail down and down until he’s back between my legs and tugging at my panties. “Bri, what about you?” I say as I look at the painfully visible hard on in his underwear. He presses a finger to my lips and hushes me.

“No darling, tonight is all about you. Your pleasure is my pleasure.” He throws my underwear with all the other loose miscellaneous clothing articles and looks almost hypnotized by my bare core displayed before him. “Gorgeous,” was the last thing I heard from him before he planted a few kisses onto my clit, then he took his tongue and took a few long strokes from the bottom to the top very, very slowly.

“Oh fuck. More Brian. Please I want more!” I felt him smile against me as his tongue became more pointed, tracing all about my folds then sucking hard on my clit making me pulsate hard. His arms were wrapped around my thighs and pulling me in closer and tighter to his face. “God your mouth feels so fucking good on me Bri, you’re gonna make me cum again.” My eyes were rolled back into my head as I felt the heat building in my navel as Q focused in on my clit, lapping, sucking, and swirling his tongue all around it until I released all over his face. He finally pulled away, licking his lips, the scruff on his face was damp with my liquid ecstasy and it turned me on more.

“You’re so beautiful when you cum darling, the way your jaw hangs open, your pretty little whines, and watching your eyes roll back in your head is enough to make me almost blow in my boxers baby.” He crawls up to me and captures my lips, giving me just a subtle taste of myself. I finally unclasp my bra and it’s tossed aside just like everything else, it felt like a wave of relief. “Now, let’s get something inside of you sweetheart.” His fingers were now rubbing against my entrance and slowly he slid a thick finger into me.

“Oh shit.” I huff at the sensation. His fingers were without a doubt thicker than mine, and god did they feel so good. He watched each of my reactions carefulle, observing as my chest rose and fell with each movement of his hand. His head craned down and attached his lips to one of my nipples, swirling his tongue around it and taking my nipple between his teeth and gently biting it. “Oh my god Brian, you make me feel so fucking good, faster please, I need more.” My hips buck into his hand, he smiles and happily obliges and watches as his now slick fingers slip in and out of me at a faster rate.

“Baby, I can’t wait to fuck you until your legs are shaking and you can’t walk, can’t wait to feel your juices dripping down your thighs all because of me, can’t wait until I fuck you until you can’t speak anymore.” His lust filled words served only to push me further to another climax, being as sensitive as I was, it wasn’t all that hard. His fingers worked magically within me, hitting each spot that made my arch back and my lungs expel heated breaths of excitement. Words were slowly becoming hard to form as I was tipped over the edge without so much as a warning, only whines and moans were the only noise I could get out of me. As he helped me ride through another high, he roughly kisses me and grinds himself against my thigh, I smile against his lips and rub my hand against the tent in his boxers and feel a wet spot where the tip of his cock was. He groans and I see a wave of slight embarrassment wash over him as he sees that I know he came in his boxers.

“That’s so fucking hot Bri.” He lights up and smiles, I pull my lips close to his ear, “Now, I want to give you some relief. I want you to keep that promise and fuck me til’ i’m shaking.” I climb on top of him and grind my hips against his. His hands grab at my hips and his head falls back at the sensation.

“Your wish is my command, lovely.” He rustles through his night stand and grabs out a condom as I pull his boxers off his body and his erection springs to life outside of the confines of his underwear. He slips it on and lines himself up. I rub my entrance against the head of his cock and take my lip between my teeth in anticipation. “Sink down baby.” And I do. I slowly lower myself and feel as he stretches me wider and wider the deeper down I go. I feel tears forming in my eyes because this is all slowly becoming too much for me to handle, but I love it so much. “I can feel you dripping on my thighs already, you’re so wet, so tight, so perfect.” His hands smooth over the sides of my body and stop at my hips and give them a little squeeze. With a gasp, I begin to rise and fall atop of Q, feeling as he slips in and out of me in the most delicious way. My hands reach back to his thighs so I keep my balance as my hips work faster daring to reach another high.

“Q… Bri… Feels. So good… Fuck.” I gasp out as my eyes screw shut taking in the sensation of the sweat beading on my forehead and upper lip, the burning sensation in my thighs from cumming over and over, Q’s hands that keep wandering all over my naked body sending shockwaves through my nerves, and the feeling of his now slick cock inside of me. “I’m… So sensitive… Gonna…” My hips drop down as my legs begin to tremble as I cum once again, a strained whine being the only noise I feel capable of making. I feel my body begin to slow down and Q flips us over, laying me back on the bed and him hovering above me.

“One more time baby, just one more time. For me please.” He starts thrusting harshly into me, exuding a string of incoherent moans and whines as he sought to chase his own high. His hair was pressed against his forehead and face contorted in pleasure. Picturesque and beautiful. I had my hands placed on his shoulders and I felt as his muscles tensed with each groan. “Please baby girl i’m so close, look at what you do to me. I’m such a mess for you. God you feel so good. Just for me. All because of me. I’m gonna–” His rambles came to an end with a final thrust into me, it was enough to send me over the edge one last time and we both collapsed onto the bed, the cushioning of it cradling our now sore bodies. Heat radiated off of our skin, the steam of our body creating a sheen of sweat that coated both of us. My body felt spent beyond belief and it was a sensation I had never before experienced. Satisfaction. I look down and see him lying on top of me, head resting on my sternum, panting and smirking, neck and chest littered with an array of beautiful hickeys left by yours truly. I caught a glimpse of my own body and saw a similar display and couldn’t help but laugh.

“I think I can confidently say I have never experienced anything like that before.” I rake my fingers through his hair, pushing it off of his forehead and petting him like a sweet puppy. His fingers danced across my skin, giving me goosebumps.

“Would you say that your lustful thirst has been quenched my darling?” He asked in a hoarse voice. I hum in response with a smirk. “Good. It’s what you deserve… You know, I have never blown a load in my pants like that. Not since high school at least.” His eyes met mine and I felt my heart skip a beat in my chest.

“Guess tonight was just a night of firsts for us, huh?” We both laugh together and he leans up and captures my lips in a sweet kiss, but I push things a little further as I slip my tongue into his mouth. He quickly pulls away, cocks his eyebrow, and his lips curve into a smile.

“Are you trying to hint at something?”

“And what if I am? Can’t keep up Quinn?”

“At least take me to dinner first!” He says in an exaggerated tone and a hand against his chest.

“That can be arranged. I’d love that actually. For now, round two. It’s my turn to torment you though.” I say pumping his cock back to life with a devilish smirk.

“You’re on.”

[ezrasarm]

take what’s broken, make it whole

[ day 4 | angstageddon masterlist ]

pairing: Marcus Pike x reader

summary: Love. It’s messy and confusing. It’s painful yet thrilling. It’s also absolutely terrifying. But maybe what you need is someone to brave your fears with you.

warnings: mild angst, hurt/comfort, fear of commitment/relationships

"a/n”: THIS WAS WRITTEN BY THE WICKEDLY TALENTED @chaotic-noceur!!! I am posting it here with permission from the original author. Please go check out her posts and give them some love!

Actual a/n: this piece hits very close to home for all 3 of us so we hope it could bring you the same sort of comfort that it did us 💕💕- @chaotic-noceur

credits: shout out to my loves @din-damn-djarin and @ezrasarm for beta reading and being absolute sweethearts about me being a disaster! very loose references to Come Home With Me from Hadestown. - @chaotic-noceur

Gif by @pedropascalito

The whispers of Special Agent Marcus Pike’s failed love affairs had spread like wildfire as soon as his transfer had been confirmed. Men and women alike were eager to meet the broken man who had fallen too hard, too fast. Instead, they were met with gentle smiles and a loving heart.

If the rumours were true, they did nothing to explain the hidden glimmer of hope in his eyes. If the office gossip held any weight, it did nothing to explain the deep-seated warmth in his aura. If the hearsay was anything more than it claimed to be, it did everything to explain the masked sadness that threatened his every move.

He wasn’t like any man you’ve met. You watched him with quiet curiosity.

Several weeks later, you had found yourself partnered with the office enigma. Within a month, the pair of you had fallen into a comfortable routine of early morning coffee trips and late-night takeout meals.

There was something about him that made you want to let down your guard, to unveil the parts of you that were fractured and broken. But he didn’t need to know of the pieces of you that weren’t quite whole.

So you lie.

You lie when he asks the difficult questions. You lie when he nudges at the splintered fragments. You lie as you have been trained to do all those years ago.

Your little traditions, if you could even call them that, had slowly wound their way into becoming an integral part of your day. You hadn’t even realised just how habitual they had become until he’d left for an undercover mission.

In the early days of his departure, you’d catch yourself flicking through delivery menus before remembering that your partner wasn’t there. You’d find yourself instinctively making the turn to his apartment on your way to work. You’d send him messages of things he’d find funny only to be met with a mocking grey tick.

You missed him. And you couldn’t explain why.

●●●●

This wasn’t his first undercover mission, but this one felt different… and he couldn’t explain why.

As the mission progressed, the desire to call you and talk to you about everything and nothing grew with every passing day. He’d catch himself longing for your occasional Starbucks trips where you’d conspire about the poorly spelt names on your cups. He’d find himself missing the way you’d laugh at all his jokes, no matter how bad. He saw your face in the crowd of strangers even though he knew you weren’t there.

He missed you. And he couldn’t explain why.

When he’s reunited with you once again, he thinks he’s figured it out. The more time the two of you spend together, the more he's convinced that there's something between the two of you. He’s hesitant to put a label on it, after everything he’s been through. Still, he knows it isn’t nothing. It’s unlike anything he’s ever felt before and he wants to pursue it. But he needs his instincts to be right this time. He’s not ready to face the alternative.

So, he pushes his feelings away. He shoves them into the darkest corners of his mind where its destructive claws can shred them like they had his dreams.

Months go by before thoughts of his feelings for you resurface. He catches you doodling on a napkin with the straw from your drink and he can’t help but fall. Deep down, he knows that it’s a bad idea, but there’s an affectionate lilt to your smile that makes his heart falter and he knows he’s in trouble.

You’re stowing pieces of evidence into their respective locations when he’s overcome with an overwhelming urge to tell you how he feels. He isn’t sure if it's the lack of sleep or the residual successful-arrest adrenaline that makes him throw caution to the wind, but he pops the question before his sudden spur of confidence leaves him. Your shoulders tense as you turn to look at him, eyebrows raised in shock.

“I-what?” you stammered, uncertain if you’d misheard him.

“I asked if you’d like to get dinner sometime?” He feels his heart hammering against his chest. “If you don’t want to, it’s cool, we’re cool.” He raises his arms in defence. “But what we have-” he takes a step closer as he gestures to the space between you, “this feels...different.” He lets his arms fall and he crosses his fingers behind his back.

He doesn’t consider himself a religious man. But in the here and now, he’s praying to anything out there listening that the answer he gets is a yes.

Your breath hitches at his sudden outburst. The wishful twinge in his voice and hopeful glimmer in his eyes makes your heart clench in your chest. It baffles you that a man with his experience was still so willing to wear his heart on his sleeve. You almost admire that about him. Almost.

“That’s- I-” you clear your throat awkwardly as you search for the right words. “I’m flattered Marcus, but I’m not really looking for anything right now.” Your voice grows quieter with each word, as though the strength of your voice would lessen the force of your words.

You watch in silent agony as the corners of his eyes dip downwards at the rejection. The way he forces a smile to hide the wave of disappointment that crashes into him makes your stomach churn. It takes all your self-control not to reach out for him, to take back your words and spare him the pain. But you can’t do that to him. You can’t give him false hope for a future you don’t want.

For as long as you’ve known him, he’s never shied away from questions about his past. He’d told you about his failed marriage, the broken engagement and everything in between. He’d told you about the life he had wanted and the future he’d pictured. It was the fairytale life that every child dreamt of having.

Every child except you.

You don’t know what exactly it is that you want, but you know one thing. Marriage? Starting a family? That's not you. It never has been and it never will be. The future that Marcus so desperately wants, the happily-ever-after that he’s risked so much for… it’s never going to be something you can give him.

So you push him away. You push him away even when every fibre of your body screams for you to pull him close, to take the pain away. You push him away because he deserves someone who can make all his dreams come true. Someone who isn’t broken like you...

“I’m sorry. You’re a great guy Marcus and I’m sure-” You take a hesitant step towards him but stop in your tracks when he withdraws from you.

“No, no. Don’t be. It’s fine. Like I said, we’re cool. I- I understand.” And he does. He understands perfectly well. He understands that sometimes he comes off a little too strong, but it’s only because he wants to believe in true love. He understands that it’s wishful to think that he deserves another chance at love, that there is such a thing as soulmates. He understands that no matter how hard he tries, he never seems to be good enough.

In the months that follow his initial confession, his affections for you only seem to grow despite his best efforts. He knows that continuing down this path would only lead to more hurt. But in the moments when he thinks no one is looking, he allows himself to fall a little harder.

Why? He does not know. But he knows the following are true: you’re the person he wants to go on aimless adventures with because it isn’t about the destination but the journey. You’re the person whom he wants to be held by when the days are long and the night is dark. You’re the person that he wants to be able to call home. You’re the only person that’s ever made him feel so alive.

Little did he know, you felt the same way too.

You’re both sharing a box of ‘case-closed pizza’ while he tells you about this young artist he’d discovered online. There’s a softness in your eyes that sparks a fire in his gut. Something nags at him to ask you just one more time. He pushes the thought away. He knows it’s a stupid idea. But then you’re laughing at something he says and the question leaves his mouth before his brain can stop it.

“Give me a chance,” he says. “Please? Just one date.” You blink at him a few times, dumbfounded. He’s preparing an apology when you speak up.

“Marcus-” he hates the way you say his name like it’s a melody, “listen, I- I don’t-” you huff in frustration. You contemplate your options in your mind. He deserves to know the truth. You want him to know the truth. You just didn’t think it’d be this hard to say out loud.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry I asked…” The defeat in his voice makes your stomach turn.

“It’s not you. I just- Well, okay it’s kind of you but it's mostly me.” You falter. “It’s definitely me.” You force yourself to look into his eyes before declaring what you’ve been afraid to say.

“The life that you picture in your future? The one where you’re happily married, maybe a couple of kids who drive you insane but-” you exhale sharply, masking your scoff, “you wouldn’t have it any other way because the love of your life is there with you? That’s not something I-” He’s looking at you with so much love and you have no idea what to do with it. It takes everything in you to not look away.

“That’s not something I want, ever. I don’t see myself getting married, or having kids, or -” you purse your lips as the thought occurs to you, “or loving someone so much that even when they break my heart, I want to hold them close in my arms so they can never leave.” Tears prick at your eyes and your voice falls to a whisper when you say, “I don’t know how to love and be loved back and the thought of it, I-” you gaze falls onto the half-empty box on the table. You can’t look him in the eyes when you admit it out loud for the first time, can’t look him in the eyes as you admit it to yourself.

“I’m terrified, Marcus.”

A lone tear rolls down your cheek and he brings a shaky hand up to wipe it away gently. He almost laughs at the irony. The man who loved too much is in love with one who loved too little. There’s a pain in his chest that feels almost like someone had driven a knife through his heart and twisted.

“I’m scared too,” his voice is soft as he speaks, as if he’s afraid that you’ll shatter at the sound. “I’ve let my heart be beaten, bruised and broken more times than I care to admit.” He sighs as he takes his hand in yours. “That life you think I picture? Maybe that’s what I wanted once but that's not who I am anymore.” He shakes his head gently as he tugs at your hand, drawing your gaze up to meet his. “After Teresa, I swore I’d never let anyone in again. I didn’t think I would survive the pain, but then you walked into my life and,” he gives you a crooked smile as he whispers, “something about you made me want to love again. So, if you’ll have me,” he brings his other hand up to cup your cheek, “it’d be an honour to have my heart broken by you.”

Tears are streaming openly down your face at his declaration. It never occurred to you that he was afraid too. He’d seemed so.. carefree. Despite all the heartbreak, he’d found the courage to put himself out there one more time, to let himself love one more time. It occurs to you then that maybe what you admire about him most wasn’t his ability to make you laugh when you felt like crying. Or the way he always knew when you needed a hug. It was that he made you want to look fear in the eye and say ‘not anymore’.

Slowly, you let your head fall into a nod. “I promise to be gentle.” He chuckles softly and he pulls you into his chest. You melt into his embrace and relish in his warmth. You feel a hopeful smile tug at the corner of your lip and you bury further into him.

Maybe part of loving means being afraid, together.

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[nakamoto-aesthetics]

Eyes | n.yt

synopsis: you crashed into a boy who had the most compelling eyes. you didn’t know what was happening now but sooner or later you were going to find out the truth.

pairing: nakamoto yuta x fem reader

genre: soulmate/fantasy au

warning: mentions of blood, mind reading, hypnosis, invisibility, etc.

a/n: i don’t know what they are, i just put stuff together so this whole story is full of twists and turns so please just go with it. enjoy :))

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

ding you hear your phone. a message from ‘yuta🤍🖤’ lit up on your screen.

‘xxxx xxxxxxxx street’

‘omw’ you sent back and went to your car and put the address in your phone gps, heading to his house.

once you got there you got out the car and walked up to the door. you knocked on the door and turned to look at the neighborhood. it was your average street. nothing was off about it. you heard a door open and turned to meet eyes yuta. his eyes were still throwing you off did they hold so much power?

“come in” he moves to the side to welcome you. you smile and walk in. the house was a standard house there was nothing out of the ordinary. there were no family pictures there was only artworks and paintings on the wall.

he directed you to the living room.

“are you okay with making the poster on the floor? it would be easier then doing it on the table”

“yeah i’m fine with the floor”

he grabs the poster and writing/drawing utensils, laying them both on the floor. you stood by the entrance to living room awkwardly waiting for him to finish or welcome you over. as if on cue he looks over at you.

“are just gonna stand there and let me do all the work?” he smiles, you couldn’t help but smile back and walk over to him. you sit down and get to work.

throughout the time you guys were working yuta kept a conversation with you, wanting to know different things about you like where your from, your favorite ice cream, your style of music. basically everything about you. you asked him questions too wanting to know more about him. you wanted to become friends with the mysterious boy.

“wheres your bathroom?” you asked, you’d been holding it in for a little bit due to the interesting conversation but you could no longer hold off on it.

“if you make a right it will be the first door on your left”

“alright thanks” you stand up and follow his directions, opening the door and there was the bathroom. it was decorated beautifully. ‘was this whole house his?’ you were gonna have to ask him once you got back.

after you finished you walked out and closed the door behind you, turning your head tot the left you couldn’t help but notice a huge painting on the wall. you know you shouldn’t walk around someones house but you couldn’t help it. so you walked straight down the hall to another open room.

it was stunning everything about it, the colors, design and décor were all stunning. you walked around slowly taking everything in at once until you saw an opening to a small room. the room had red dancing along the walls from the red light bulb. it gave you chills.

there were pictures and lines connecting to other pictures along with sticky notes. you walked closer so then you were standing in the room. you wished you hadn’t gotten any closer because now you could see the photos clearly, they were photos of you.

he was following you, everywhere. the mall, the school, when your walking on the sidewalk, in your car, even while your in your house.

you were scared, the more you looked at the pictures the more you were terrified. you had to get out of here and fast. you turned on your heel and was met with dark eyes. you screamed and he immediately covered your mouth. you started to freak out and pulled at his hand. tears leaking out your eyes.

“i’m not gonna hurt you just stop screaming please” he said over your screams and you just obliged. you were gonna find a way out of here.

“let me explain before you try to run away alright?” you nodded, still cautious of him. he takes his hand off of your mouth and then sighs.

“i’ve been following you because you’re my soulmate” you snorted not believing him. that was a terrible lie all he had to say was that he was a stalker and the conversation would've been over.

“i’m not lying to you. your really my soulmate. would I be able to do this if I was lying?” he shuts his eyes and then opens them again. his eyes shift to an emerald green and then back his natural eyes.

“what the fuck?! what are you?” you look him up and down.

“allow me to properly introduce myself. hello im nakamoto yuta I have the power to hypnotize people and make myself invisible-“ and he does just that. you furrow your eyebrows and reach out to touch him but your hand goes right through. he then reappears in the spot you swiped your hand through.

“woah..” you widen your eyes. “that’s so cool”

“and I have the power to heal but I can only heal my soulmate”

“so do it. heal me” you say to him. if he was being serious about the whole soulmate thing you wanted to see some proof.

“well first I have to create a wound. follow me” he guides you to the kitchen and goes to the counter pulling out a small sharp knife and walking towards you.

“may i?” he hold out his hand and you cautiously place your hand in his. he holds it gently and creates a small slit in your hand, blood immediately pooling to the surface. you hiss at the feeling and bite your lip. his eyes shoot up to your face and then back down at your hand. he places the knife down on the counter and brings your hand to his mouth. you look at him curiously, you were confused to say the least.

he licks the blood carefully and kisses the spot gently. you gasp softly out of pain and pleasure and immediately the wound closed as if he’d never cut into your hand. you gasp softly and look at your hand in astonishment. how was that possible? we’re you dreaming? you pinched yourself hard and hiss nope not dreaming.

you look up at him blinking multiple times, just trying to wrap your head around what was happening.

he picked the knife up off the table and put it in the sink trying to give you some time to think about it. it was a lot to take in he knew that. he didn’t want you to reject him. he had spent years looking for you and here you were standing in his house, in the same room as him, breathing the same air. he was gonna find a way to keep you around.

“and you can’t do that with anybody else?” you asked, your brain was still fuzzy.

“nope i’ve tried it and it hasn’t worked” he turns around to face you.

“wow.. what else can you do?” you wanted to know more what he told you was starting to become more believable.

“nothing else really. I do have something for you though” he walks closer to you so that he was standing in close proximity. he gently grabbed your hand and pressed his palm against yours. you felt a shock on your hand just like before when you shook hands. you hiss and pull your hand away, holding it.

“what was that?” you ask.

“it was your magic” he looked into your eyes.

“I have magic?” you looked at him agape. “I feel like your playing with me” all of it was hard to believe but he was showing you the proof. it was hard to take in all at once.

“i’m not I swear. you were killed back in the 1500s so our master had me take your magic for safe keeping and with our combined magic i had an immortality spell made for us so then once I found you again i made sure i would never gonna lose you” he said with a serious face. you stared at him blankly and then busted out laughing. he furrowed his eyebrows at you.

“that’s a funny once now quit playing and tell me the truth” you pushed his shoulder playfully.

“I am telling you the truth. here look-“ he held his palm close to yours. “don’t pull away i'm gonna give you your magic back and restore your memories. it’s gonna hurt but try and stay still” he pressed his palm to yours and you immediately felt pain shoot through your hand, you bite your lip harshly trying to withstand the pain. the shocks reached throughout your body and you scream in pure agony as the memories start to flash in your head.

from the first sight of life all the way until you met yuta for the very first time. a memory of when yuta kissed you for the first time, to when you guys got married. there was a vivid memory of you guys laying in bed together whispering sweet nothings to when you guys made love for the first time.

and finally the end of your life when you got shot. yuta ran to your side and caught you, he laid you down on the ground and brushed the hair out of your face. he had tears in his eyes as he looked at your lifeless body. ‘withdraw her magic and keep it until you find her again’ a voice said and yuta did just that. “i’ll find someone who can make a spell for us. i will see you again, i promise” a tear rolled down his face as he kissed your forehead and with that your body disintegrated into the air.

you still had the same body but you looked slightly different, the way your hair was done and the way you dressed looked like you came from the 1500s. he still looked the same expect for the clothes and hair. you both were a modern version of the memories since it was the 2000s.

at last your screams stop, the shocks stopped and you dropped to your knees. that was the last memory and with that your mind went blank. you opened your eyes as tears fell down your face. yuta falls to the ground too.

“do you see that i’m not lying now? i’m immortal now and once i give you your magic back you will be too” he holds your face and wipes your tears. you nod without saying a word. you were speechless how could this be. ‘is this why he’s been following me around’

“yes, i’ve been following you everywhere because you’re the love of my life. I had to find a way to get closer to you without scaring you but I guess that failed because you're scared” he pulls his hands away and sighs standing up and walking away.

“you can read my mind?” he stops in his tracks and doesn’t move.

“yes I can and you can read mine”

“how can I do that?” you ask. you wanted to know how to use your powers at least.

he walk back to you and sits on the floor.

“just focus on me” he says and you do that but nothing happens.

“nothing”

“okay try looking at my forehead and just channel your emotions” so you try that, looking up at his forehead. you narrow your eyes.

“nope” you say and he sighs.

“okay.. don’t freak out but I wanna see if this works” he pulls you to him gently and shifts you onto his lap.

“yuta..”

“trust me” and you don’t say another word. “now look into my eyes like when we collided in the hallway” you gaze into his eyes and he does the same back. your eyes soften at his. you looked at him in a different light now. this guy was your soulmate and husband who loved you very much, at least that’s what you saw in the memories. you didn’t want to trust him but your heart was telling you something different. you started to lean in slowly without noticing it. ‘why did he have to be so attractive’ he smiles slightly, he leans in too. ‘shes so adorable’ you hear his thought.

“I heard that” you say hovering over his lips. he laughs loudly throwing his head back, pulling you out of your trance. you looked at him and smiled. ‘he was so beautiful, undoubtedly beautiful.’

“am i?” he asks and smirks. you immediately hit his chest.

“get out of my head” you squeal as he flips you on your back gently so he’s hovering above you.

“nope. your all mine again… that’s if your okay with that?” he looks up at you. you didn’t know how you felt about the whole thing. you were just gonna see what happens and let things take it’s toll.

“idk yet I still have a lot of things to process” you hold his face. it felt so familiar, he felt familiar and not like a stranger you weren’t afraid of him anymore. it was you knew him inside and out.

“kiss me” you whisper. you wanted to see what they felt like, if his lips were familiar too.

he froze in his place. “are you-“ “yes i’m sure now kiss me”

he leaned down looking at your lips and then moving his eyes to yours before looking down at your lips again. and there it was, his lips connected to yours. you felt a million shocks run through your body but they didn’t hurt. it felt so good. his lips felt like home.

he was kissing you so gently but you didn’t want to be gentle anymore so you switched it up by biting his lip. the red fluid pooled to the surface of his lip making him pull away, he touched his lip seeing the bright red color on his finger.

“so we’re biting now huh?” he asked playfully making you giggle, you bit your lip and shrugged.

“are you gonna fix it?” his face gets serious again.

“how do I fix it?” you gulp.

“just like how I fixed your wound. lick and kiss” he’s now straddling you.

you grip his waist as you lean closer and do as he says. he separates his lips, you turn your head and carefully lick the blood of his bottom lip. which oddly tasted good. you then seal it with a kiss. you pull back and watch it heal.

you smile widely, you thought it was so cool how you could just heal him like that.

“do you want to know what else you can do?” he smiles. you immediately nod.

you could get used to this.

[whentherewerebicycles]

y’all something is so broken with my ability to sleep and I just *incoherent screaming for one thousand years* ahhhHHHH. I lay awake for at least 2 hrs 15 min last night after bedtime (I hide all the clocks so I’m not staring at them or thinking about them but I do allow myself to check the time once per night if I am still not asleep and have to get up to use the bathroom). I suspect that during that time I am not fully awake—I did an overnight lab sleep study once years ago and it said I spent a long time moving in and out of stage 1 sleep ie the “dozing off” period that is only supposed to last for a few minutes—but it sure feels like being awake and it also just cuts out a huge chunk of the night where I should be getting NREM (healing stage) and REM sleep (dreams), which I knoooooow must be happening because I wake up with every small injury or strain feeling sooo much more sore and painful, and my whole body just feels like it’s taken a beating instead of rested.

I WILL NOT DESPAIR!!! (she says, a bit despairingly.) okay the breathing and visualization stuff works, I can feel it working, I can feel all 2.5 fucking hours of it working, but there’s still SOMETHING that is making it hard for me to transition from that light drifting relaxed state into deep sleep. the good thing is that after a lifetime of ~delayed sleep onset~ I have learned not to panic about it in the moment because it’ll just wake my brain up more and make it harder to fall asleep. but like while not panicking is good it also does not fix the underlying issue aghh. ok jes think what can you do.

I know I am ultra sensitive to caffeine so maybe I need to carefully examine the caffeine content of the foods I’m eating to see if there’s anything that might be disrupting sleep there

I know I have a lot of sleep disturbances at certain phases in my cycle but it’s hard to track because my cycle can be so irregular. but maybe this is something to research—if it’s something hormonal are there things I should be doing/not doing or eating/not eating?

I have been okayish at putting away screens an hour before bed but there are some nights where I’m wearing my blue light glasses and I convince myself it’s basically fine. it’s probably not fine. I think at some point I want to experiment with a complete screens fast after different times at night—maybe a week where at 8pm I lock up my phone and laptop somewhere so I have 2.5 screen free hours before lights out. I need to do this just to collect some DATA because having that info will help me figure out if it’s that or something else

I exercise 60-120 min a day and I’m careful not to exercise within 3 hours of bedtime so I know it’s not an exercise thing. but maybe I can see if there are tweaks to be made there like I know the morning walk in sunlight is supposed to help your circadian rhythms normalize

I know I’m not always great about ONLY sleeping in bed and ONLY getting into bed when I’m ready to sleep. this is partly just living in a small space where there aren’t that many places to be! but maybe I can look into creating a cozy reading nest in the corner or something so I have a nice place to hang out but can reserve my bed as a space I am only in from 10:30pm-7am. hmmm ok maybe I will think about this today

at some point I need to do the full cognitive behavioral therapy insomnia thing where you deliberately practice carefully scheduled phases of sleep deprivation to force your body to reset but god I do not look forward to it! maybe this summer when I don’t have to be alert for student meetings

I also want to explore napping at some point I’ve never been able to nap but it’s maybe mostly because I’m terrified that napping will affect my ability to sleep at night. but maybe this summer I will experiment with some diff sleep/wake cycles throughout the day and night to see if a mid-afternoon nap would help

I know this is probably at its core a combination of so-so sleep hygiene practices (which I can fix) and my chronotype/innate circadian rhythm (which I can trick a little bit but probably can’t fundamentally change). my mother and grandmother have exactly the same pattern of delayed sleep onset / easily disrupted mid-night sleep / sensitivity to hormonal shifts and we are all extreme night owls who have to live on an early bird schedule. it is FRUSTRATING to know that but also slightly comforting because I feel like it helps to think of sleep issues not as “something is broken inside me ahhHHHHhhHhhhhhh WHY” and more as, like, something about my body’s natural temporal rhythms does not align with the schedule or temporal rhythms of the society I live in and I just need to figure out how to bring those two things a little closer together ahHhhHHH but okay, agh, time to face the day

[ubemango]

Year after year (after tear after tear)

note 1: I wrote this last semester after watching deathly hallows for the one hundredth time... I got mad that Ron/Hermione were a thing instead of Harry/Hermione ANYWAY that’s not the point of the fic but U know that feel when Ron/Lavender were together and Hermione was crying the whole time??? Yeah that’s the point of this fic. Also based off a drabble I didn’t reupload; this is the revamped version ig

+ thank you Luna and Miss Minnie for helping me out and reading through this <3

note 2: “Ella will u ever write anything other than college au” Nope die mad about it

PAIRING. jeongguk/being in love, reader/crying, taehyung/being a good friend:( GENRE. sad romance. it’s college angst RATED. T WORD COUNT. 3.4k WARNINGS. I don’t mean it. SUMMARY. Taehyung just wants you to have a good birthday.

let me go, let me stay, let me live in oblivion...

cehryl, sway

(1) 

He doesn’t even need to say she’s there. It’s the same succession of movement every time: his spine will go rigid, then his eyes will light up. Maybe he’ll twiddle his thumbs under the table too. He fidgets like he is.

“I really like her,” Jeongguk sighs.

“That’s good,” you answer.

You stab at the margins of your notebook with your pen. Taehyung doesn’t say anything. He sits across you, unwounded and wholly unbothered, taking another bite of his messy sandwich. At least he cares enough to send you a look that says he understands your vexation.

“Why don’t you go talk to her then?” Taehyung says.

Jeongguk fidgets a little more. He sends another forlorn look past Taehyung’s shoulders. “She hasn’t texted me back.”

“When’d you text her?”

“Like two hours ago.”

“Hmph,” Taehyung grumbles. Instantly you think of Jeongguk waking up with the urgent need to text Jieun. You resist making the disturbed noise that itches at your throat.

“Maybe she’s just too busy,” Jeongguk argues.

“Well she is carrying a billion textbooks,” you chime in. And you’re not wrong. Jieun stands near the pizza station, contemplating lunch choices with the burdens of fourth-year organic chemistry and animal physiology in her tiny hands. She’s dainty in that pretty way. If you had the gall, you’d be green with jealousy, but even you can’t deny her charm.

“Maybe I’ll go help her—“

Taehyung slams his hands across the table on his arm. “Do not.”

“She’s so cute.” Jeongguk resigns, sitting back down.

If you were kinder to yourself, you’d excuse your presence for the sake of finding solace in your homework elsewhere. There’s a weird mixture of pity and rapture that keeps you glued to your seat though; while you loathe to sit out one more second of Jeongguk foaming at the mouth for annoyingly-pretty-Jieun, there’s also the anchor in your heart that weighs you right back down to him. 

In a less metaphoric translation: he cut his hair and he looks really good.

“So are you… talking talking?” Taehyung asks through mushy bread.

“Sorta,” Jeongguk says. “I mean—she and I talk through Snap.”

“Does she save your messages?”

“Nope.”

“Jesus,” Taehyung says again.

“I do,” Jeongguk interjects.

“Christ.” Taehyung snorts. “Do you guys have any classes together?”

“A-level anthropology. She needed it for her degree requirement.”

It makes sense. “So she was the fourth year you had to talk to for group discussion,” you recall.

“Yeah.”

“And now you’re in love with her.” (Taehyung gives you a sharp stare.)

“Well—sure,” Jeongguk replies. “I don’t know. She’s cool. The other day she was watching a stream of someone playing Resident Evil and my heart was so—big for her.”

You scrunch your nose. He says this like you didn’t come over the second it came out and took turns playing it with him but you won’t bring it up. “Cute,” you say instead.

“Oh.” You watch his phone light up on the table. “It’s—she messaged me back.”

Jeongguk stays preoccupied tapping furiously on his screen. Taehyung finishes his sandwich with a gulp, offering you one more glance of understanding. Your chest hurts.

(2)

There’s a movie playing in the student lounge tonight. Some high-definition, revolutionary take on pop culture you haven’t watched the trailer for yet. It’s Jeongguk who invites you.  

He’s saved you a seat next to him on the couch, buttered popcorn hot on his lap. “You’re late,” Jeongguk complains when you fall into the cushion next to him.

“I don’t like movies.”

“But you like me.”

You know it’s a joke. But offence comes in the form of a shiver that runs right down your back, and if he was any closer he probably would have felt it. “Sure,” you answer instead. “Taehyung not here yet?”

“Nah.” He tips the bucket in your direction in offering, and you scoop a handful of kernels. “He had some band rehearsal or something. He’ll probably come later.”

The opening scenes drone into a buzz you pay half-attention to. A lot of people are here tonight, and the convention of silence isn’t something they really care about because you can barely hear what you’re not even trying to listen to. Jeongguk groans. “So loud,” he says.

You shrug. “Are you sad about that?”

“Shut up.” He clicks his tongue. Spreads his legs and leans back attractively, and you cross your legs to distract yourself from the sudden track of desire that makes a course through your head. Literally any boy could do the same douchey thing and you’d find it gross, but Jeongguk was never any boy. Jeongguk is clumsy and knocks his knees against yours and apologizes quick under his breath, and you notice he hasn’t looked at you once.

You don’t put it past him. You probably shouldn’t be so preoccupied with your messy love life when the one it concerns is right next to you. But it’s easy to get lost in the lull of the movie you’re not here for, seeking out Jeongguk’s presence, because it’s what you do when you don’t care about the consequences.

You turn to him when he nudges your shoulder.

“Hey,” he whispers. 

“Yeah?”

“I see Jieun.”

Of course he sees Jieun. You know how it works. The signal that blares the second you notice something’s right about the room, your periphery shrinking into the one thing, and it was Jeongguk sitting on this couch. You didn’t even need to search for him because he was just there. Now Jieun is just there and and you’re here but not to Jeongguk. 

Never for Jeongguk.

You nod in agreement. “Yeah. Up front?”

“Mhm.”

The glow of the screen surrounds her, almost like she’s some holy deity. Trust Jieun to make the back of her head just as pretty as her face. There’s bitterness, but there’s also acceptance, and that’s what’s mashing at your insides. “She’s alone,” you remark.

“She says she likes going to the movies here,” Jeongguk says, and it clicks.

“So you’re here for her.”

He scratches his chin, frowning. “I—maybe. Yeah,” he flounders.

You're quiet for the sake of being polite, but a million derisive words jumble quiet in your head. Like you’d said earlier, you don’t even like movies. But it meant an hour and a half of wondering if his thigh would touch yours. An amalgamation of all the sweetest things you could imagine happening in this two-seater, and he won’t spare you one glance. 

You find your words before you start floundering, too. “So are you gonna talk to her?”

“I want to.”

“You should if you want to.”

“I just—“ he pauses when the dialogue continues loudly on-screen— “I… have a question.”

“Sure.”

“Friend to friend.” Your insides freeze up. For a strange couple seconds, you contemplate laughing. “I just—I feel so clueless. I like her a lot but it feels like it’s going nowhere. One second I’m texting her and it really seems like it’s going somewhere and then she doesn’t talk to me for two days.”

“Sounds rough,” you offer. 

“It’s annoying. I don’t know. I mean we’re nowhere near exclusive but I’m still sorta hurt, y’know? Is it—is it wrong for me to feel like that? Am I allowed to feel this sad?”

Jeongguk takes the pause for your initial thoughts to dump a handful of popcorn in his mouth. You both stare forward, and you know who he’s looking at. “Is that your question?” You mumble.

“Yeah.”

You stick your hand in the bucket. Jeongguk takes his hand out. “You’re allowed to be sad.”

“Hm,” he huffs.

“It’s a bad feeling—like you’re going somewhere with someone when you really aren’t,” you continue. You bring your knees up to your chest, and if your shoes scuff the couch you don’t really care. “It’s not your fault. I get it. You get the—the hope that she’ll keep talking to you, because if she’s not then it feels like she doesn’t care, right? And it all just blows up in your face when you don’t talk but when you do it feels good again. You know. Like a cycle.”

Jeongguk nods fast. “A dumb cycle,” he snorts, and you can’t help but agree.

“You’ll be fine,” you say.

“Thanks.” He bumps his elbow against yours in an effort to lighten up the mood. “You know. Whoever you end up with? They’re really lucky.”

Ouch. That’s literally the last thing you’d planned on hearing tonight, but you’ll take it anyway. “You’re too nice to me.”

“I mean it!”

“Thanks.” You’ve never doubted his sincerity—never will. But when it works against your favour, it’s hard to hide being terse. Especially when you have nothing left to say. 

On-screen, a couple shares a passionate kiss.

“I don’t like this movie,” you decide.

Jeongguk hums. “Sorry.”

The moment is done. You had come for loveless possibilities; watched them disintegrate with every word Jeongguk spoke. The rational part of your brain reminds you it isn’t his fault. 

It’s always yours.

“You should go sit with her,” you encourage.

“Really?”

If Jeongguk’s trying to hide his excitement, it’s not working. He sucks in his bottom lip. Something he does when he’s contemplating anything nerve-wracking, and with the awful feeling stabbing your stomach, you remember how hard it is to forget the small things about him. “Go. I’ll save this seat for Taehyung.”

“Alright,” he resolves. He hands you the popcorn bucket. Gives you one last hopeful look and bounds off to the front without warning. 

You watch him whisper to get Jieun's attention. She adjusts fast, it seems—he slides in the couch right next to her in an instant. When his shoulder touches hers, your heart shatters.

Taehyung doesn’t show up. When the movie’s done, Jeongguk and Jieun are nowhere to be seen. 

At least you got the popcorn to yourself.

(3)

“You’re such a masochist,” Taehyung declares.

“Maybe.”

"Stop talking to him."

"Stop talking to our best friend?" No one really comes to the library on weekends. It's a void you signed up to volunteer in, shelving books in peace. But this time Taehyung insisted he come by to help you out. Really he'd just felt bad that he couldn't make it to movie night last week, and he'd listened to the failed outcome with kind ears—and unkind advice. "I can't just—do that."

"I mean like taking a friendship break," he suggests. You hand him the generous weight of a British literature anthology to slot in. "What the fuck. This is so heavy. Anyway go join a club or something. Distract yourself."

"So much work."

"Yeah but would you rather die every time J-word comes around?" Taehyung frowns when you push the trolley ahead without him. "Priorities. Priorities!"

His volume is a touch higher than the acceptable whisper, and you make sure his foot falls victim to the sudden stop of the wheels. He grumbles when it scuffs his shoe. "It's not easy!" You scold tightly.

"Neither is sticking around him all the time! It's been three years. We graduate soon. And I don't want to sound mean, but you need to deal with all of this better."

What he means? An honest effort. What you take from it? Nothing, because dealing with it means confronting your feelings with a rationality you don't have. You'll never be poised enough for that. 

"It's not easy," you repeat.

You're getting restive, rifling through the spines of books with unsteady hands. You want to blame the coffee you had before coming in, but the more you succumb to Taehyung's comfort, the more you unravel. He does nothing but watch now. "Are you okay?" He asks. "Like really?"

Easy question. You still hesitate. "Nope."

He sighs like he didn't want that answer. "It's been a long time, huh."

Of what, he doesn't say. He doesn't need to. You know what the context is—Jeongguk became a constant the minute you'd exchanged hellos in first year. Your friendship was never an extravagant affair: just something you'd pursued with no romantic prompt whatsoever, because statistics isn't the easiest for people who are only doing it for the credit. He's always been good at easy things.

It's all about happenstance. How saying hi to a kind face in a cold classroom means unfolding three years worth of tumult. You think of all the fairytales you’ve lived: fifth-grade harbingers of cheek kisses, high school promises that would bring you to the ends of the Earth. Now, a lost cause, because college isn’t grounds for fair endings, and the authors of your fate are not kind. How easy it would be to just pick it up and shove it along with the other books you push into the shelf.

You can't help but mirror Jeongguk's anguish. "I'm stupid," you confess, rounding the next aisle to crouch and stock the bottom of the bookcase. 

Taehyung hums. "You're not."

"It's my fault."

"It's not your fault," he argues. "You're just good at loving someone. But that doesn't mean it feels good. Don't be mad when I say what I'm about to say."

"Okay," you caution.

"Sometimes I want to punch your head," Taehyung explains. He tuts when you make a target of his ankle with the hardcover in your hand. "You know? Pinch the I love Jeongguk nerves till they go away."

"You're very nice.”

He runs a hand along the spines of the history of the Middle Ages. "I just don't like seeing you so hurt all the time,” he says. He walks on ahead wordlessly. You stare at the boring carpet of the floor, and think of how nice it is to have Taehyung as a friend.

(3.9)

There’s something particularly amazing about the drive to do well in school: the hyper-sensitive awareness of your dwindling sense of self, because late nights and dehydration have pretty much become personal traits at this point. You’ll look online for ways to do self-care later. It’s a fatalistic time of year, studying for exams. Maybe you should straighten your back, but no one’s in your room to scold you this late at night.

It takes two seconds past midnight for Taehyung to bulldoze through your text notifications.

[12:00:02 AM] taehyubg: HAPPY

[12:00:04 AM] taehyubg: BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [12:00:09 AM] taehyubg: Sorry u have to study about profit margins or whatever [12:00:15 AM] taehyubg: Take it easy 👌🏼

[12:00:30 AM] You: thank you :)

[12:00:38 AM] You: fhdfkjhsfkjf i’m tired!!!!! buy me coffee tomorrow as ur gift

[12:01:09 AM] taehyubg: Yeah

[12:01:13 AM] taehyubg: Maybe

[12:01:15 AM] taehyubg: :P

[12:01:29 AM] taehyubg: Ok I’ll let u study. Seriously though. good luck!

[12:01:40 AM] You: thank u:) again lol

You lay your phone down flat. Too many temptations to consider if you keep the screen within your periphery, but that doesn't stop you from leaving the ringer on.

In the thoughtless state of staring at your loopy handwriting, you think of Jeongguk.

Maybe he’s hunched over his desk, too. Contemplating his own writing, because they’re incomprehensible and he’s too proud to give up the faux-cursive he’s learned for fast lecturers. 

Or maybe he’s lying down in bed, considering sleep with tired eyes. Maybe he listens to the ticking of his clock. The seconds trailing past midnight, and maybe, you hope, maybe it’s still too early, because he's never forgotten your birthday before.

The shrieks of your phone scratching the wood on your desk ring loud. You try not to sink into sad possibilities. So you grab for it, and the split second before you swipe, you see Jeongguk’s face, and you sigh in relief. 

“Hi,” his voice filters through the line. "Is it—am I too late? Is it late?"

"No. Not at all," you answer a little more breathlessly than you want to let on.

"Oh. Cool. Ha. How—how are you?"

Not an uncommon greeting but you thought—”I’m good."

"Good. You're studying too right? You have your exam tomorrow?"

"So you just called to check on me?"

"Sure."

"Ah. Okay," you whisper. 

"Actually, no—I. I called because I just wanted someone to talk to. If that's okay."

The screen is strikingly cold on your hot cheek. If you focus hard enough, the atoms inside you might collide faster and burst into complete hysterics. You think the drama is warranted. 

Of course he forgot your birthday. 

"It's fine,” you mumble. “Are you okay?"

"I just—ahhh… Just nervous is all. Jieun, she—we’re seeing another movie tomorrow night, so."

"Well you're just watching a movie."

"Yeah but. I don't know. I don't have you, this time."

You could analyze the irony of that sentence but then you'd really explode. The softness of his words are stifling. "Sorry."

"I just want it to be perfect," he says.

"That's good."

Jeongguk makes a rough noise. Stretching, probably. "Are you sure I'm not calling too late?"

"Positive," you answer. Rigid in your posture, like how he changes his stance when he sees Jieun. Now, you don't really see anything. Just the blur of the oddities of your messy notes and the very real truth of the boy who knows nothing, sitting in his room, oblivious to the pounding of your heart. Your head. It hurts to keep your eyes open.

"Cool. Thanks," he sighs. "Thanks for—uh. Listening. I keep talking about... her. Don't I?"

"Yeah, but. We can't help who we like, can we."

"Right."

Tonight he talks about her pretty fingernails, and her shiny hair. The buzzing in your ears cuts him off thirty minutes into the phone call. You think you might convince yourself to spew the polemic sitting ugly under your tongue, so you bid him a hasty goodbye with the excuse of covering content you haven't gotten to yet. 

He hangs up first. You feel much, much older. 

(4)

There’s a bench on the east side of campus, across the iron statue of a revered professor. It’s decorated with a dandelion flower crown. A bird alights on its head. Taehyung meets you with a medium coffee, and a muted smile. 

"You did good," he says. 

You give him an attempt at a grateful look. Today, nothing sits right: the exam was hellish, and the skin of your ring finger throbs red from writing too hard. The loom of your headache threatens a siege but you sip at the heat of your coffee before you can think about it. “Thanks.”

Taehyung sighs into his seat. “Nice weather,” he jokes. He points at the chubby swallow currently chirping high noises of delight. “It’s saying happy birthday.”

“That’s cute.”

“Speaking of a little birdie,” he clears his throat, “heard our little fledgling was psyched for another date soon.”

You are very aware. And it’s not like he had to be cautious about bringing the subject up—Taehyung’s as much of an insider about Jeongguk’s love life as much as you are victim. Friendship codes are complicated. Taehyung knows how much you hurt. “He called me last night.”

“He did?”

“Oh yeah. Told me all about how he wanted everything to be perfect,” you recall. You feel the daggers of Taehyung’s gaze on your face. “I—I don’t know anything anymore.”

He shrugs. “You’re smart.”

“He didn’t remember it was my birthday.”

“So did you remind him?”

“No,” you admit.

“You’re smart,” Taehyung repeats. “Letting him get all in his head. Makes his downfall that much better.”

You take refuge in his aggressive comfort, the dying warmth of the cup in your hands. The grip you have, tightens. “So what I’m hearing is that you’re on my side.”

“I don’t give a fuck about Jieun this, Jieun that.” He clicks his teeth. “Maybe I do. I don’t know. But if all that it does is make you so small like this…”

The swallow has been pecking at the professor’s glasses. It takes a moment to reflect, twisting its neck in a robotic staccato. Then it flies off. Up, up—flapping and struggling, and it soars right past the windows of the student lounge.

Jeongguk and Jieun make a very pretty pair waiting in line for free popcorn. Taehyung lets you squeeze his arm.

“Is it supposed to feel like this?” You falter in the question. 

“No,” he says. He accepts your tears with his hard shoulder. “It shouldn’t. But happy birthday anyway.”

[ceo-of-daichi]

Characters - Sawamura Daichi x Fem!Reader

Summary - Lockdown had really affected your social life and daily routine, luckily a certain someone was willing to help you get your life back to somewhat normal. What will happen when you start catching feelings?

Genre - Fluff

Warnings - Slight mentions of anxiety 

Word Count - 2.3k

A/N - Back again with another Daichi fic! Are you surprised, probably not i got a one man mind lmao. This one isn’t as long as the last but still as fluffy, hopefully you enjoy reading it :) p.s. this was almost called Toothpaste I blame Jas👀

Covid-19 had really flipped your year in a completely different direction to what you were expecting. You started the year hoping to finish your last year of high-school on a high, helping the volleyball team get to nationals and getting into university. However, the world clearly had a different plan for you, when the virus first started you didn’t think much of it. Why would you? It was only when the announcement came that the country was going into lockdown that your brain finally registered what was actually happening. Being the slightly more extroverted individual you thrived off seeing your friends, plus both your parents worked as nurses. You were going to be alone.

The first few weeks went by pretty fast, managing to keep up a routine by going out for runs and making yourself eat at certain times. Even keeping in touch with your friends from the boys volleyball team as well as Kiyoko, one of your closest friends. However, after this fairly stable period you had a really bad day. Nothing went your way, blender… broken, guess you weren't having a smoothie this morning. After that frustrating incident Tanaka and Noya decided to start poking fun at you in the group chat, which you were NOT in the mood for. Group chat… Muted. It was also raining extremely heavy so you decided maybe a well deserved rest day was in order, throwing on the TV you flopped down on the couch to start your film marathon.

5am. That was the time it was when you finally passed out on the couch. How did you end up staying up that late, Harry Potter. Why you thought it was a good idea to start watching the films you don’t know, but you managed to watch them all, all 19 hours of them. That was all it took to mess your routine up for the next month, not waking up till 2-3pm everyday just to lounge around. Barely keeping in touch with anyone, you hadn’t talked in the groupchat for close to 3 weeks, hardly even thinking about eating anything but snacks. 

Luckily you had a saving grace, Daichi. After going MIA , the third year’s started to get worried about you, especially Kiyoko. She had dmed you multiple times and got nothing in return, mainly because you saw the messages but forgot to reply. You were a whole ass mess to put it plainly. 

~ 3rd Years Group Chat ~

Kiyoko - I’m worried about [y/n]...

Suga - Tell me about it, she hasn’t been in the chat for weeks

Daichi - Have you tried dming her?

Kiyoko - She is ignoring me, she hasn’t replied to one of my messages

Asahi - Maybe she’s just busy?

Daichi - In the middle of lockdown…

Suga - Yeah thats unlikely

Kiyoko - Can one of you dm her as well? I just want to make sure she’s ok?

Daichi - I can... i’ll let you know if she replies and if she doesn’t Asahi or Suga can try

Having received a concerned message from Daichi, you realised how much you had lost track of everything and anything. Replying to both him and Kiyoko apologising and explaining you had just forgotten to press send. Although Daichi wanted to believe that was the case he couldn’t, instead of being upfront about it though he started messaging you throughout the day. Just small things asking if you had eaten and if you were staying hydrated, little did he know that this helped you get back into a better rhythm of lockdown life.

You slowly fixed your sleep schedule and got back to eating 3 meals a day. Although you hadn’t managed to get back into running, your talks with Daichi slowly got more frequent and for longer periods of time. The more you talked to him the more motivated you started to feel, eventually you got back into your running routine. It no longer became the odd message to make sure you were eating, but full day conversations about anything you could think of. Eventually you started relying on talking to him to cure your lockdown loneliness, a day without talking to him was not a good day for you. Daichi being the fairly observant person that he is, started to realise and eventually bought it up.

Daichi :) - Hey [y/n], I've been meaning to bring something up with you, you mind if we call?

[y/n] - Yeah sure Dai, just call me whenever i don’t exactly have anything going on

Receiving this was like a bullet to the chest, worrying what it could be about you pulled your knees up to your chest steadying your breathing. As you were lost in your head, your phone started ringing. Answering it you heard his voice for the first time in close to 3 months, it was music to your ears. Slowly over these 2 months you had grown fond of the boy, but you had quickly dismissed the idea of anything forming between each other. Both having different priorities in life, being scared of rejection also didn’t help.

After an hour and a half of deep conversation, a couple tears shed but more laughter at the end. You collapsed backwards onto your bed, he had found out everything. How your parents were barely home, always doing long shifts at the hospital, how you felt like you had no one during those 3 weeks you were MIA. Most importantly though you had confessed that talking to him was like receiving a warm hug. It's exactly what you needed at this time, obviously you would love an actual hug as well but that's pretty hard from a 2m distance.

~ 1 week later ~

Your eyes went wide as they announced on the news that lockdown was starting to be lifted, you were now allowed to meet up with people outside at a safe distance. Smiling you quickly messaged Daichi telling him how excited you were that restrictions were finally being lifted.  

Daichi :) - That's Great [y/n]!! So.. you fancy going on a socially distanced pic-nic tomorrow? Don’t worry about bringing anything but yourself. I got the rest covered, obviously if you're ok with that?😃

Reading the text over multiple times, pinching yourself to make sure it was real. You hadn’t seen Daichi in close to 3 months, and within that time you had developed feelings. What would it be like seeing him in person now, generally being awkward with past crushes, you started to worry about scaring him away. You couldn’t do that, you needed him. Taking a couple paces around the room thinking about what to reply, before realising you were most definitely overthinking it. He didn’t see you that way…

[y/n] - Yeah sure! Just let me know a time and place, i will be there

Daichi - 1pm at the park round the corner from your house?

[y/n] - See you there!! 

The next morning you woke up with a huge smile plastered on your face, excited for the day ahead. Jumping out of bed and rummaging through your wardrobe you pulled out a cute summer dress, not too dressy but showed you put effort in none the less. The summer dress was red and was covered in little white flowers, you had only worn it a couple times and decided it needed another outing.

Walking down your road and around the corner to the park, the wind hitting your face made you feel like maybe the world was getting back to normal. As you walked through the gates, you noticed Daichi stood over by a slightly more wooded area, smiling as you made your way over to him. Greeting each other you forgot how much his laugh and smile made it seem like nothing else mattered, making your heart beat faster in your chest. He ended up leading you through the woods and into a small opening which had 2 picnic blankets laid down at the appropriate distance. As you got closer you noticed that there were sandwiches, fruit and small cakes on both.

‘You didn’t have to do this Daichi you know? A simple sandwich would have been fine?’ You started smiling at him, no one had ever gone to this much effort for you and honestly you felt bad. ‘It must have taken you a bit to set this up…’

‘Oh no, honestly don’t worry about it… i wanted to, neither have been out in a while so i figured why not?’ The laugh that came out sounded almost nervous, which confused you slightly… Was he really as nervous as you?

The afternoon went by quicker than both of you wanted. Chatting, cracking jokes and eating, which the food Daichi had made was really good. You had asked why he had never told you about his clear culinary skills, apparently this was the first time he had attempted something like this. Trying not to get too far ahead of yourself when he had mentioned this, even though you were freaking out. Mainly chatting about quarantine life and how you missed being out of lockdown, being able to socialise freely and do whatever you wanted. 

You only realised how long you had been with Daichi when it started to get dark, letting him know you should probably be getting back. Even though in reality you could have stayed there for the rest of the night and into the early morning. Helping him pack everything up  occasionally sneaking glances at him, wishing you could pull him into a hug or give him a peck on the cheek. Just to let him know how much he had helped you over the past month. Sadly you couldn’t, once everything had been packed away Daichi (being the gentleman that he is) offered to walk you back.

‘I had a really good afternoon, thank you for this Daichi…’ Smiling at him as you walk up to your front door.

‘Would you want to do something like this again maybe?’ The way he looked at you, his eyes almost pleading, with a slight smile gracing his lips. This made your heart instantly melt.

‘If you want to? I would love that!’

‘[y/n]... why would i ask if i didn’t want to?’ Raising a brow at you playfully.

‘Shut up you dork, i’ll see you soon then!’ Laughing as you walk through your door giving him a wave before closing it and sliding down it on the other side, trying to calm your heart that was about to burst through your chest.

Another couple weeks past, you had only met up with Daichi once more, but both were still texting all day with the occasional call. You also had met up with Kiyoko within these weeks, explaining your situation. She thought it was really funny how much you were worrying about it because to her it seemed obvious that he returned your feelings. You were still completely denying this fact though, it was something your brain really couldn’t fathom. However, the next day lockdown was reduced once again, you were now allowed to have people in your house from other families. 

Being as excitable as you were and the fact your parents were out almost all of the time, you rattled off a text to Daichi asking him if he fancied a chill movie marathon night? Both of you deciding to watch The Hobbit trilogy later on in the evening. Hopping up from the couch you started cleaning the house, preparing snacks and setting up pillows as well as blankets on the couch. Seen as though it was a chill night you had decided on a pair of grey sweats and a plain v-neck t-shirt, that was tied so it wasn’t too long.

You had just finished setting everything up when there was a knock at the door, practically running to get it. Opening the door to his smiling face made something snap and you don’t know what came over yourself as you jumped into his arms, wrapping your own around him. Luckily he was quick to catch you. 

‘What did i do to deserve this hug?’ He chuckles to himself as you nuzzle into his neck.

‘Everything. Daichi I owe you so much, you don’t even understand’ Letting out a sigh, he closes the door and carries you over to the couch. Placing you down next to him as you pout at him, sad that the hug was over so soon. You had waited for so long to be wrapped up in his arms and when you finally get the chance it barely lasts 2 minutes. 

‘Listen Daichi… you have helped me so much over the past few months, and honestly…’ Taking a breath to figure out how to phrase your next words, however before you could say anything else he had pulled you back into his chest.

‘I like you too dork…’ Frozen in his arms, how long had he known… How long had he liked you back? All you could do in that moment was snake your arms round him and enjoy each other's company as he started the first film.

~ BONUS ~

‘How long have you liked me Daichi?’ You question him half way through the first film.

‘About 6 months give or take why?’ He turns his attention towards you and gives you a quick head kiss, before looking back to the film.

‘6 months… that's before we went into lockdown..?’

He hums, smirking at your clearly oblivious nature, as your brain was spiralling thinking about how many signals you missed.

Tags: @super-noya @stcrryskies @iwaxme @bb-noya @vventure @ardorwrites-hq-mha @scorpiosanssexy

[tundrainafrica]

Title: A Tale of Two Slaves (3/17)

Summary:  “Soulmates don’t exist. Fate doesn’t exist. Everything is a choice.” At that moment, Levi could only watch as she made the choice for him.“

Reincarnation AU. Levi remembers everything from their past life. Hange doesn’t.

Note: This has been sitting on my computer untouched for a while, along with the timeline I prepared for a multichapter fic. Will probs go back to it soon. Feedback is very much appreciated.

Other Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14

Link to cross-postings: AO3

The forms were so painfully boring, Levi almost regretted agreeing to meet Moblit. One of the few things, if not the only thing, stopping him from backing out of the study then and there, was the hope it could give him an excuse to see her again. He planned to ease himself into the process of meeting her, not wanting to make a complete fool or a complete stalker of himself.

There was the option to ask for her number. The option to ask for her schedule. Or he could maybe just scan through enough pages on google to find some hint as to what the hell she does, where she goes and where he could possibly “accidentally” meet her. The last option had proved ineffective, Levi spent a good few hours a day doing just that. Just in case maybe, the links he found through google do change.

The sheer embarrassment and conflicted feelings that came with having delusion drive his actions, had Levi worse off than before. Although the nightmares that left him in pain in the mornings had become few and far between, he could not help but think that possibly the reason why was because he barely got any sleep anymore, kept awake by his brain trying to process that relationship he had with Hange and the story that was made known to him.

His five hours a night had dwindled into three when classes started. His brain having no time to process the dreams during classes and training, Levi found himself taking up more time lying awake in bed, building the world his dreams were telling him about and how Hange fit into all of it.    

The lack of sleep caught up to him particularly when he was sifting through the pages of waivers and information sheets in the coffee shop near campus at nine in the morning. The words started to blur into blobs and Levi became aware of how much he hated Calibri as a font, a small issue in the grand scheme of things. Lacking sleep and utterly frustrated at his lack of progress though, Levi was finding many reasons not to read them.

He eventually gave up, instead checking box after box after box. “When do you need this?” Levi asked Moblit who sat in front of him.

“As soon as possible… But I really recommend you read ---”

“Well, how much time are you gonna give me to read?”

“I don’t have any classes today so I’m pretty much free the whole day.”

“Same.” He felt the venom in his tone particularly resonate and a part of him regretted it as he said it. That day was particularly special. He had no class. With their coach out on a meeting with other schools to discuss the tournaments and line ups this year, he had given the players a day off. Levi pretty much had that whole day to himself yet, he still went to the trouble of dressing up just to meet Moblit only to find out he’d be going through pages worth of documents while half awake. “I’ll just get a cup of coffee.”

Levi was already halfway out of seat when Moblit took out his wallet.  

“Let me pay for it.” Moblit handed Levi a few bills. He had an apologetic look on his face as if he did understand the inconvenience the study would cause anyone. The look Moblit gave him suddenly made Levi self conscious about the tone he had been answering Moblit with since a while ago.

Levi took the money with a small nod of thanks. It was free coffee after all and he did not have much leeway given his monthly allowance.

When Levi got back to their table black coffee in one hand, he could see that Moblit had reorganized the papers, the uncompleted page sitting neatly on top. He had also opened the sandwich he had bought half an hour ago and was eating it already

“Before I forget, did you bring Hange’s keychain?” Moblit asked in between bites.

“Ah, I forgot about that.” Levi kept his tone emotionless for fear of having his guilt take over him. In fact, he never did forget about the keychain. It sat on the side table next to his bed, a glimmer of hope that that morning in the track wouldn't be the last time he saw her.

“Maybe I could come back to your dorm with you and get it after this?”

“Oh yeah, I forgot. I’m not going straight to the dorm. I have plans after this.” A blatant lie. Levi rarely forgot plans.

“Really?”

Levi made a show of going through his phone as he sat down. “Sorry, I didn’t check my calendar this morning. It looks like I have to work on my own stuff for my thesis with my groupmates.” Seniors did not have as many classes as lowerclassmen so the excuse for classes probably would not have worked. As Levi also was aware, the weight of the responsibility lost by only having two classes a week was replaced with the weight of the expectation of creating their own research to add to the body of knowledge in their major.

“How long is your meeting? Maybe I could stop by...” Moblit looked unsure about his own suggestion as if he too understood too the importance of thesis for any senior.

“I dunno. It’s our first meeting and it’s pretty important since we still don’t have much planned.” At that moment, Levi thanked the heavens for his course. He was taking an interdisciplinary track so people had the option to do their thesis by group or individually. His choice of his classes had made it so that he had to do his thesis individually. Moblit did not need to know that much though.

The magic word “thesis” eventually did work in the conversation between the two seniors and finally, Moblit had dropped his shoulders in defeat. “Sorry if I’m being a little pushy. I guess that keychain is just pretty important to me too. I was the one who gave it to her.”  

Levi studied the face of Moblit as they talked. Molit did not have the most memorable face so Levi had not figured it out at first glance. As he allowed himself a few seconds to focus on his features and match it to those in his dream, he realized that Moblit was the same soldier who was constantly following Hange in his dreams. “You two must be close,” Levi said. Hange and I were close too.

"We're childhood friends.”

Levi found himself envying Moblit’s place in Hange’s life. Not wanting to engage that thought though, he instead decided to digress into something more positive for him. “So you'd know why she seemed pretty enthusiastic about her thesis.”

“She’s just passionate and gets a little too excited at times.” Moblit gave an embarrassed smile from what could have been second hand embarrassment. “I really hope you didn’t end up hating her. She really wanted to get to know you.”

“Oh really?” Then why doesn’t she. Levi added to himself.

“She’s been studying athletes since we were in high school. One of our friends was actually the subject of our final thesis for high school and Hange won best research with her. She wanted to move on to studying more high level athletes and she was talking non stop about the possibility of working with an athlete here. Then when we were scouting around for athletes to possibly study, she started showing me a lot of videos of you. She could talk non stop about your form, the height you achieved, your body control. I guess that was until you guys ended up meeting...” Moblit looked like he was aware of the weight of that statement and had tried to lighten the mood with a light laugh.

Levi rearranged that last sentence in his head. Until she met me.

Moblit had trailed off from there and Levi wondered how what kind of face he was making for Moblit to realize he had felt guilty about it.

Moblit gave Levi a consoling look. “She seems to be progressing well with Elijah though.”

For a second, Levi could not fathom how Moblit got the idea that that sentence could console him. In fact, just knowing that Hange had gotten over him so fast, had his chest knotting up.

On the outside though, he made sure to raise his eyebrows and nod, to look at least a little surprised and interested. “How’s her research so far?”

Moblit shook his head in amazement. “She's working at a much faster pace than I am. After what happened with you, it’s pretty admirable she bounced back so fast.”

“I don’t hate her. I could work with her if she really wants to.”

“God, this makes me think I should have started earlier." Moblit rested his forehead on his palm. "Your suggestion might be hard... Last time I checked, she was neck deep in her research with Elijah already.”

Even as a senior, there were places on campus Levi had never visited. All of his classes were clustered in one small area of the campus.  The track he would rush to train in would be just a five minute walk away, his dorm a fifteen minute walk or a five minute bike.

He never had any reason to visit the other side which housed the science students and the laboratories. Possibly, one of the reasons why he had never met Hange until that day in the track.

It was a ten minute walk from his dormitory, in a completely different direction from his buildings and the track. He decided to abandon his bike for the more flexible option of walking. He did not know if they had have any place to park a bike nor how long he would be there. More importantly, he wanted the freedom of slowing his pace without considering the traffic as he took in the unfamiliar scenery.

Third floor. Fritz Hall.

In fact, he did not need the directions to the biology department. He could have easily asked anyone among the students there. The more important information was the room number and the laboratory name.

He clutched the keychain in his pocket and  took the stairs two at a time arriving into a narrow corridor that stretched into both directions.

Thesis labs. Or that was how Mobilit described them. Each biology professor managed a laboratory for students. There were those who focused on internal medicine, those who focused on epidemiology. In each of those rooms was an office and a lab for senior students doing research under the guidance of a professor of a similar specialty.

If he wanted to find Hange, the office was their best chance. Room 301. It would be at one of the ends of the corridors. He only had to figure out the order of the numbers and from there, walk towards the end of the hall. He gripped the handle of the door and pushed it down, only pushing slightly at the door to open a crack wide enough to peek in.

“May I help you?”

“You’re Erwin Smith…” Just like with Hange, Levi had quickly picked up the name as he saw him.

“Yes I am. Nice to meet you.” Erwin did not look surprised to see that someone had named him by face. That was enough of a hint for Levi to realize that that man was probably their professor on top of how he dressed and how he carried himself.

“I’m looking for Hange Zoe.” Levi decided at that moment not to lie. He was sure he could find a reason to justify wanting to give it directly to Hange. He did not want to consider it at that moment. He just wanted to see her.

“She has class now but you can wait for her inside the lab." He gave Levi a onceover. You must be Elijah then.”

Levi gave a subtle nod, hoping Erwin would at least not take that as a full yes later on. At that point in time, he just wanted to minimize the questions he might need to answer. HIs heart was beating hard and his mind was racing. He had gone behind Moblit’s back, taking note of the schedule shared to him and picking a time where Moblit would not be in the office. Pretense and lies were nothing new to Levi but the presence of Erwin in the room particularly made Levi feel dirty for going through all that just to meet one person. With Erwin in front of him, for the first time he felt guilty lying.

"It's obvious from your build that you've been jumping and running your whole life. I hope you could give Hange some good data. All she’s been talking about was this study since I agreed to take her in."

“What’s her research about?” Was she enjoying working with Elijah so far? Was she happy? There were too many things Levi had wanted to ask but he found himself treading along the narrow path of things only Elijah would have known.

Erwin looked at him questioningly. “She wants to do a case study. I expected she’d at least tell you that much.” He shook his head and smiled. “She always had trouble explaining science jargon to the average person.”

Levi wanted to kick himself. Erwin at least answered his own question on any suspicion he might have about Levi (or Elijah.)

“Elijah, do me a favor and ask her yourself. I’d rather Hange also learned how to communicate science to the average person.” Erwin tapped Levi on the shoulder. “Make yourself at home. NIfa’s in the laboratory right now so she can keep you company. You can also use the computer while waiting.”

Levi only noticed the book bag Erwin was holding to his side as he looked back at him. He could not help but feel a bout of disappointment as he saw the professor walk away. It felt like there was still a lot to learn from him.

Levi entered the laboratory to find a woman with auburn hair hunched over a microscope. “Where’s Erwin going?” He asked.

“Erwin?” Nifa looked up from her  “Doctor Smith you mean?”

Nifa. That’s her name. Oddly, Levi did not need to ask for her name either.

Nifa only confirmed it a second later after chastising him for calling Erwin his first name. ‘Doctor Smith did not roll out of Levi’s tongue as well as Erwin. The most Levi could hope for was he never faced a situation where he had to call him by name again. A long shot if he ended up working with Hange or Moblit. At the same time, a worry he did not want to occupy himself with again.

“Hange’s class ends at two so you’re gonna have to wait an extra thirty minutes. You can use the computer over there to pass the time.”

Levi looked down at his phone to see only one bar on the upper right.

“Yeah, problems about being stationed at the corner of the building. No signal. And the wifi is only strong enough for a laptop.” Nifa gestured at her own laptop next to the microscope.

Levi walked towards the computer. It was an older model but it looked well loved. He only had to click on his mouse for the screen to boot up to the home screen with some desktop background which looked like some campaign for underprivileged kids and untapped potentials.

He clicked on the google chrome icon. The option to restore pages from a previous session popped up. He had considered completely ignoring it but he considered it might be someone’s precious browsing history and instead decided to leave it on and to just open an incognito instead for his own personal browsing

He was ready to open one up when he saw the tabs that had opened up in front of him.

Ackerman bags gold, Miller silver in the Collegiate Cup.

Levi looked to the profile on the right to see that it was Hange’s Google profile logged into the account. She was researching him?

That small glimmer of what could have been happiness dissipated as soon as Levi figured out the pattern of the articles.

It wasn’t about him.

High Jump Superstar Miller breaks record in high school meet.

Miller commits to Paradis University.

College sophomore Miller bags gold in Horizontal Jump Event.

It was torture looking through the multiple tabs that reopened. As painful as it was, he still  wanted to confirm if Hange really was ‘neck deep’ in her research. The bookmarked pages, he also decided to take a peek at had confirmed his fear. There were fifty if not a hundred tabs with article titles mentioning that one athlete.

Levi found himself closing the tabs as he went through them, a small rebellion to the reality in front of him. Hange probably bookmarked them if she needed them anyway. He stopped as he came across a Youtube video towards the end of the string of tabs.

WATCH: College Junior Ackerman beats both personal and national record for the High Jump Category.

Rookie Ackerman bags gold in the Regional Cup with record breaking height.

Levi recognized those tournaments. Those were his best jumps, one of them the most recent one he had performed, only earlier that year.

Watching the videos with the commentary felt surreal. In the interviews, he was the one answering the questions but somehow, Levi felt like he was still learning something new from the version of himself of the screen. He never did pay too much attention during interviews, only asking the questions when asked in the manner Coach Greg had directed him too.

Not wanting to confuse himself any longer with what seemed like another out of body experience, he focused again on Hange’s Gmail account which was logged into Youtube. Just to make sure his conclusion had been real. She was still watching his videos.

She had committed to working with Elijah. Why?  

“Miller was slated to be the new superstar in Paradis University with a vertical jump of 8 centimeters  and a promising record height differential of 40 centimeters.”

Levi jumped as he heard someone talk behind him. How long has she been there? It was her voice. Yet at the same time, it was too uncharacteristically serious he did not want to believe it was her. As Levi slowly looked behind me, she only continued to talk.

“But then four years ago, Coach Gregory Rivers scouts a new kid from a small town five hours away from the city. The kid had potential. Enough potential to maybe play backup to Elijah Miller. Levi Ackerman with a vertical leap of 76 centimeters and a record height differential of 37 centimeters.”

“Elijah Miller had a higher overall record. Mike Zacharias and Nanaba Briete too." Mike Zacharias and Nanaba Briete . Those were the two athletes who had cooperated with Hange's study back in high school. Levi had made sure to read her old research, in case he would have to use them to convince her to reconsider him.

“Your numbers in high school weren���t groundbreaking. Unless we consider that you’re 157 centimeters tall." The wonder was back in her voice, completely replacing what he realized was the scientist in her talking. "You did not have the height but you had remarkable control, the core strength, the leg power and the flexibility to fly over the bar even when you’re so close to it. That was what Gregory Rivers saw in you when he scouted you for Paradis University. What he didn't expect was for you to outshine Miller or even the seniors."

Hange came up behind him and grabbed the mouse. As Levi watched her go through the bookmarks, he realized if he had scrolled further, he would have seen more bookmarks.

Rookie Ackerman bags gold in the Regional Cup.

Super rookie carries Paradis to nationals.

She clicked one of the bookmarks and played the the video that came up. Levi could only watch silently as the Levi on the screen ran towards the bar, and propelled himself through the air. His vertical was definitely much higher than 37 centimeters at that point. In college though, no one in his team was counting anymore. The importance was he got through every jump without ever touching the bar.

"I wanna know Levi. From a nobody from a no name school, how did your height differential increase twofold. More importantly, how is it that you've not failed a single jump since you entered university? It's amazing. The amount of balance, core strength and body control to keep your body flexible enough not to hit the bar. The amount of leg strength needed to jump that high. You really must be superhuman.”

“I’m not.” Regretfully, Levi’s denial was enough for Hange to snap out of her state of what seemed like euphoria.

Hange put her hand to her mouth. "Sorry, I talked too much." With that, she resisted the closeness and was once again a meter away just standing awkwardly behind him. "I guess I should go back to work. Did Moblit tell you what time he'll be coming?"

"Moblit's not coming today."

"Oh... Can I help you with something?" Once again, Hange was watching her words and her movements with him. That was not the Hange from his dreams. The Hange that had introduced herself the first time they had met on the track. It pained Levi to see her like that and he wanted to make it right.

Levi had prepared himself for possible interactions when he read through Hange's old works. At that moment, Levi took control of his feelings. " I came here because I wanted to ask if you'd be willing to consider." He kept his words as careful as Hange's were with him. "I read your case study on Nanaba Briete and Mike Zacharius. And I thought I could probably provide you with similar data, maybe better data. Let me jump for you."

"Levi…"

"No. I wanna jump for you." Levi did not know what Hange had planned to say. At that point, he did not want to give her any doubts to build on.

This time I'm not going to lose you. A voice inside him said. It disappeared soon after and Levi wondered when he had he lost her.

[yuta-nakamots]

Beautiful Time - h.rj ; Part 6 of 6 (End)

Pairing - Vampire!Renjun x Reader

Genre - Mostly fluff with only some violence though it’s not serious

Warnings - Mentions of blood, description of feeding, slight violence

Summary - Vampires are creatures forced to walk upon the earth for longer than humans could possibly imagine. One would think it gets boring after a while, but not to Renjun, the foreign exchange student who seems to know a little too much about the early twentieth century.

Word Count - 4k

A/N - this marks the last installment of vampire!renjun, thank you for sticking me through my first series <3 stay tuned for the epilogue where i will be wrapping up their storylines

When you feel yourself waking up, the first thing you notice is just how dry and scratchy your throat is, causing you to remember the events from before Renjun persuaded you to sleep. You try to sit up but you are still tied up under the restraints, you sigh, instead opting to call out for Renjun and have him let you out.

“Renjun” you said, startling yourself as you heard it more like a shout, not used to your altered hearing. You hear him let out a surprised noise from behind you though not even a second passed before he was next to you.

“How are you feeling, love?” He asks you as he undid the restraints.

“Sensitive...and thirsty. Can I drink water? Or is that not a thing to us?”

Renjun let out a laugh as he shook his head while filling up a cup of water for you at the sink against the wall after you were freed of the straps. “Here, why don’t you see for yourself.” He offered you the cup, a sly smile creeping up on his face.

You sat up, taking the cup and drank from it, completely emptying it, but the water did nothing for your thirst. You look up at Renjun with wide eyes, his own maroon ones glinting with amusement. He raised his wrist up in front of you, cocking his eyebrow as if daring you to drink from him.

Just as your fingers made contact with his arms, you yelped as you felt a sudden warm electrifying type of shock. “That’s what I felt every single time I touched you,” Renjun stated, “that’s how I knew you were mine.”

You lay your fingers on his arm again, letting yourself get used to the feeling as it faded to a faint buzz in the back of your mind. You bring his wrist to your mouth, not sure what to do, even though you’ve watched Renjun do this countless times before. “Y/n,” he called out, his hand gripping your chin and bringing your eyes up to his own, “look at me. Focus on me.”

Your gaze locks with his as you let your mind cloud over with thoughts of him, many of which you were too embarrassed to speak aloud. You felt something sharp prodding at your bottom lip, forcing your mouth to open ever so slightly. Renjun smiles as he sees your fangs slowly extending, a feeling of pride filling his body.

He did the work for you as he pushed his wrist against your teeth, letting them nick his skin. The second his blood met your tongue, you were met again with the sweet addicting taste of it, not wanting to stop. You really wouldn’t have stopped because soon enough, your brain was colored with red and you couldn’t think of anything else.

You were broken out of your trance when Renjun pulls his arm away from your mouth, “that should be enough for now.” He stated, observing the little markings as they closed up. “They’re excited to meet you.”

“Who-- Oh, them.” You giggled as you momentarily forgot the existence of your other roommates. “I’m still the same person though.” You mused, wondering if you looked any different, not that you’d be able to see yourself anyways.

“Everyone is slightly different once they turn.” He explained to you as he helped you off the table. As your feet hit the floor and you allowed your body to carry its weight, you realized just how hyper-aware you were of everything. “Don’t think too much about it, it’s easy to get overloaded at first.” Renjun informed you, pushing your hair away from your face as he pressed a kiss to your nose.

You can feel the gusts of air flowing throughout the room, the shouts of the boys upstairs as they played a video game, the feeling of Renjun’s body against yours and his scent flooding your nostrils. Though you could also smell yourself causing confusion to cross your mind. You looked down at your clothes, still caked in dried blood and dirt, a small part of you feeling repulsed by the thought of how long you’ve been wearing them.

Before you could even mention it, Renjun was already handing you a stack of your own clothing, his other hand gripping the hem of your shirt to help you out of it. Once you’re just about done changing into your clean clothes, pulling your shirt down over your head, Renjun places another kiss to your forehead as your head popped out through the hole.

You smile as you pull him by his waist, leave little to no space between your bodies. His hands reach up to cup your face, “darling, if only you could see how beautiful you are.”

Your jaw drops in mock annoyance, “was I not beautiful before?” You joked, your voice full of sarcasm.

“No, y/n, that’s not what I meant, and you know it,” Renjun groaned, rolling his eyes at you, “you were beautiful before, you’re just that much more breathtaking now.” You saw him starting to move to kiss your cheek but you whipped your head at the last minute, making his lips land on yours instead.

You and Renjun were a giggling mess and you both made your way up the house through the lounge as you struggled to coordinate your movements, not used to the way things felt in your body anymore. You watched as Renjun sped up the stairs, your eyes finally able to track his limbs as they moved faster for the human eye to handle. “Try it.” He said, effectively provoking you to do so, even if you tripped twice while only having to go up ten steps total.

Renjun’s fingers wove their way into yours as you entered the living room, feeling all four pairs of eyes fall on you. Yes, four pairs of eyes. Your grip on Renjun’s hand tightened as you recognized a familiar baseball cap atop the fourth boys’ head, pulled down to hide his face from view.

But you don’t have much time to ponder on why he’s here as Jaemin tackles you to the floor, his body moving much too fast for even the highest quality of cameras to catch. “Oh my cutie baby is aliiiiive~ I knew you’d make it, you could never stay away from Nana~” He cooed as he pinched your cheeks while calling you many other sweet names.

You’re relieved of the pressure of his body on yours when Haechan shoves him off you and helps you up. You immediately wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a hug, not missing how his body stiffens in your hold. “Thank you,” you murmur into his ear, not that it would make much of a difference because the others could probably still hear you, “Renjun told me what happened. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you.”

‘I’m sorry.” He mumbled, his body relaxing only when you pull away, already annoyed by someone whispering your name. You turn around, expecting Chenle to be right behind you and you’re surprised to see him standing at least five feet away, letting out his now headache-inducing dolphin laugh.

He walks towards you, landing a punch on your arm that sends you flying into Renjun. Before anyone could do anything, you were already on Chenle, pinning him to the floor in a chokehold, much to the other boys’ amusement. Renjun has to physically pry you off of Chenle, pretty much caging you into a backhug as he tells you, “y/n, this is Mark.”

Your head jerks up as said boy takes his hat off, confirming your suspicions. Renjun’s arms around you grow tighter as if preventing you from running away or doing anything rash.

“Hi, I’m Mark Lee,” he begins, his now darker eyes meeting yours, “I-uh, I’m really sorry for this whole thing, I just lost control and I couldn’t help myself.” His hand flew to the back of his neck as he seemingly wracked his brain for sentences. “Um I was only turned recently so I don’t really know how to control myself, though you kinda already know that.” A pained smile on his face as he realizes the lameness of his own joke.

“Anyways,” Renjun begins, saving Mark from further embarrassment, “after I took him in to The Union, which is basically like vampire government I guess, they tried to arrest him but he was undocumented because the person who turned him didn’t report it--”

“It was my ex-girlfriend,” Mark interjected, “she left me shortly after because she found her mate though.”

“But continuing on, they wanted to put him in rehab, though one of the officers working said it would be more helpful if he were to be assigned to someone to have them mentor him,” Renjun explains, “and after some negotiations, I decided to take Mark because some of those higher ups are corrupt and I’d much rather have him trained by one of us than potentially let him become a slave.”

Chenle snorts, “yeah, I’d know first hand. Some of them are real filthy, y/n.”

“In all honesty though, as much as I am grateful, I won’t force you to let me stay if you’re uncomfortable with me being here.” Mark informs you.

You look over at Renjun, to which he just nods as if urging you to speak. “If Renjun says it’s the best option, then I trust his judgement. I just...I just need some time.”

“Oh great, now there’s three of us?” Chenle groans.

Jaemin giggled at him, “but you’ll always be Nana’s baby won’t you?” He cooed at Chenle as he ruffled the youngers' hair.

“You’re a gross old man and you know it.” Chenle retorts, drawing laughs from everyone around the room.

The house is full of noise and movement for the next couple of days as rooms are reorganized to fit two new occupants, Mark and Chenle, along with remodeling a storage room into a classroom/training room of sorts for you and the other two newer vampires.

“You can take Mark and Chenle can pay to have his own room built.” Haechan argued, not wanting to give up the room he used alone.

Jaemin scoffs, “you won’t be laughing when we’re the ones who have to build it. Just take Mark and I’ll take Chenle.”

“Why can’t Chenle just go to his own room and then Mark can stay with you?” Haechan whined, throwing his arms up in frustration.

“Renjun already said we can’t build another room because of some policy and you know that.” Jaemin said through clenched teeth. “Would you rather have him banshee screaming in your room or mine?”

Haechan let out a huff of indignation, “yours,” he grumbled, “I guess I’m taking Mark then.”

The first lesson you have is an impromptu one while you’re watching a movie with Mark after finding out how close in age the two of you are and that he too isn’t from China. Jaemin was there as well, though he was reading a book, already having watched the movie.

“Hey Jaem, when Haechan was talking to Renjun before he turned me, he said something about not wanting to be in charge of “another one”, what was that all about?” You ask, accentuating your words using finger quotations.

Jaemin looks up, lost in thought for a second before responding. “When a vampire turns someone, they form a bond with that person if they’re quite close to them. Haechan turned me and you, putting him “in charge” of both of us.” He explained, copying your use of finger quotations. “Though I think you may have a small connection with Markie over here too.”

Mark whips around, his attention no longer on the movie. “I--wait what?”

“You bit her didn’t you?” Jaemin asks rhetorically. “You turned her and here you are acting like best friends. I wouldn’t be surprised if there was some type of bond between the two of you.”

Mark’s mouth opens and closes like a fish as he struggled to put words together. “But Renjun...is her mate??”

Jaemin lets out a loud laugh, “not like that silly. A creator bond isn’t like a mate bond when you feel stuff when you touch them and makes their blood taste sweet. It’s like when your creator feels strong emotions, you feel it too and there’s this type of pull that makes you want to stay with them.”

“So how does that work between you and Haechan?” Mark questions, clearly still lost in confusion.”

Jaemin reaches for the remote to pause the movie before answering, “when Haechan is happy, I am happy. When Haechan is sad, I am sad. Simple as that. Being with him puts me at ease so I just like being with him.”

You snickered, a plan forming in your head, “does that mean if we make Haechan mad, then you and I will both feel it?”

“Theoretically, yes.” Jaemin responds.

The three of you put together a plan to make Haechan angry, which is put into action during family game night when all six of you got together to play some type of group game. Tonight it was Mariokart.

Since only four people could play at a time, you and Jaemin volunteered to wait for the next round, smirking as the others began choosing their characters and yelling at each other already. You got up from your seat next to Renjun on the sofa, squeezing his thigh to let him know you’d be starting the plan. You had enough sense to tell him in advance so he wouldn’t get mad at your next actions.

You sat down next to Haechan, throwing your legs over his lap and resting your head on his shoulder. He wraps an arm around you so he can still hold the controller while keeping you close to him. “Hey Princess, didn’t want to sit with Renjun?”

“No, I know he’s just gonna yell in my ear the whole time.” You hear Renjun whine in response, but you paid no mind to it. You heard the familiar beeping as the countdown for the race started, smiling to yourself as you thought about what you were about to do to the poor unsuspecting boy next to you.

As soon as you heard the signal for the start of the race, you pushed yourself on Haechan’s lap and straddled him, effectively blocking his view of the TV. “Yah! Yah! Y/n I can’t see!”

He shifts around trying to get a better view of the screen but you move with him, only allowing him to see when he tries to kiss you, making you back away, revealing part of the TV to him. You felt an itching sensation building up in your chest and you continue to mess around with Haechan though he still manages to stay in fifth place, having had all the time in the world to memorize all the maps in the game.

You glance over at Jaemin for help and he instantly moves to sit next to Haechan, making baby noises as he tries to land a kiss on Haechan’s cheek. The boy under attack jerks around even more, trying to get away from Jaemin while also still struggling to view the screen. He lets out a shriek when he falls to sixth place as Renjun passes him, hearing a whoop come from your boyfriend on the other end of the sofa.

You decide to go in for the kill as you turn to beckon Mark over, hearing Haechan groan, “not you too.” Mark sits on the other side of Haechan and whips out his phone, reading off facts about the pudu while throwing in some facts about the sun every so often.

A flame erupts inside of you when the game ends and you can feel Haechan’s anger building up. You turn around to see Haechan’s character at the bottom of the list in eighth place. “What the fuck?” Haechan yells, finally gaining enough strength to push you off onto Jaemin who immediately latches on to you while laughing. Despite the sensation in your chest begging you to punch someone or something, you begin laughing with Jaemin, causing Haechan to get only more upset.

When Mark explains the plan to him, his eyes go red as he grabs your shoulder, pulling you close enough to him to whisper in your ear, “oh, Princess, you have no idea what you just got yourself into.”

Not even a week later Haechan and Jaemin got into an argument in the middle of the night.

“Jaemin turn your music down” Haechan yelled through the wall separating his room from Jaemin’s. “I’m trying to complete a challenge and I can’t even think with your shit music playing.”

“For your information, Ariana Grande is a legend.” Jaemin shouts back. “And no, I will not turn it off, we’re just vibing over here.” Chenle’s laugh rang throughout the house.

The dispute only got worse as the two boys fueled each other on and you began to feel that same itching feeling in your chest as you saw Haechan storm into Jaemin’s room and appear seconds later, dragging him out into the backyard, only lit by the shine of the moon.

You followed them out and watched as Haechan threw Jaemin into the ground so hard that it left a Jaemin-shaped imprint in the dirt. You couldn’t help but feel giddy and excited, no doubt coming from Haechan’s own emotions. Hearing the commotion, Renjun was immediately beside you, laughing to himself as he suggests you join them.

Latching onto Renjun’s arm, you were about to refuse until Haechan looked over at you, “yeah, Princess, why don’t you join us?” He said mockingly. “You always threaten to beat us up, there’s no better time to start than now. Everyone’s watching anyway.”

Looking over your shoulder, you find Chenle and Mark standing in the doorway, both of them starting to chant “fight him, fight him, fight him” and even gaining the support of your boyfriend who pushes you out onto the lawn.

You stand in front of Haechan and copy the stance he was in, not wanting to make the first move. Once he sees you’re ready, he lunges at you, but you’re fast enough to process his movement and grab one of his arms, using your newborn vampire strength to slam him into the ground just as he did with Jaemin but your victory was short-lived.

The second Haechan’s body hits the floor, you and Jaemin let out yells of pain as you both fall as well, holding onto your right shoulders, the same one Haechan was grasping as he rolled around in pain. You glance over at Renjun for help at which he just shakes his head while flashing you a sad smile. “He wouldn’t dare attack me. My pain is your pain and Renjun is too much of a softie to do that.” Haechan said, slyly smirking at you as he pushes himself off the ground.

What you didn’t expect was for Chenle to shove Mark out onto the grass, yelling “Haechan you should fight him too! For science!”

“What freaking field of science is that?” You burst out as you made your way to Renjun, not wanting to go through another round of indirect torture.

Chenle shrugs his shoulders. “The study of y/n and her creators I guess, I don’t know.”

You could only watch from Renjun’s embrace as Haechan threw Mark around easily, the latter having little to no combat experience whatsoever. You were pleasantly surprised when you realized you weren’t on the receiving end of Mark’s pain or emotions, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Haechan eventually grew tired, telling Renjun to “supervise the kids as they get their energy out” as he headed back inside with Jaemin. So under Renjun’s ‘adult supervision’ as you called it, you spent the rest of the night sparring with Mark and Chenle, though it was mostly you bullying Mark because you could never get anything past Chenle, seeing as how he already had four years of experience on you.

Renjun, who hadn’t been paying attention, choosing to read a book instead, looked up when he heard Mark let out a particularly loud yelp. He took in the bruised and bloodied state the three of you were in and immediately called off playtime. “I think that’s enough for tonight, you guys should go back in and clean up before the sun rises.”

Renjun took it upon himself to clean you up, though it didn’t take much effort. Broken bones would heal within a few days. Bruises and scratches would be gone in less than that but Renjun insisted on helping you wash up like how he always did when you were still human.

As Renjun had finished cleaning you up in your shared bathroom, you watched your cuts close up on their own as Renjun put away the first aid supplies. Once he was done, you grabbed his hand, pulling him out of the bathroom and telling him to follow you as you collected a few pillows and blankets before making your way through the house to the study room, which had the best view of the sunrise.

Renjun already knew the drill, as watching the sunrise had become a common thing for the two of you. He helps you set up the arrangements of pillows and blankets before letting himself lie down, a content sigh leaving his lips as you throw a leg over his waist and rest your head on his chest.

There was still some time left before the sun would actually come out, so you began talking to him to pass the time, watching as the sky gradually became lighter. “Are you ever upset at Haechan for turning me instead of you doing it yourself?”

Renjun looks off to the side as he comes up with a response. “I do really wish it was me who turned you, though given the circumstances, I know it wasn’t possible for me to do so.”

“Yeah I know, but like, don’t you ever worry about my bond to Haechan?” You ask, knowing you’d be worried if the situation were reversed.

He hums before answering your question, “I rarely do worry about it. Though I choose not to think about the what ifs, like what if Haechan gets into a fight where I can’t do anything? You’d be in pain and I won’t be able to stop it,” he says, turning to face you, “or if he decides to leave us one day, I don’t even know how his pull would affect you.”

Renjun pauses, searching your eyes as if they held an answer for him. “Above all, though, I am thankful for him because I know if it weren’t for him, you may night be in my arms right now.” He admitted as he fully turned to face you, his hand finding its way to rest on your back as he placed a kiss on your lips.

You smiled into the kiss before pulling away, wanting to admire the way the light cast shadow across Renjun’s face and lit his eyes up in a way only you’d be able to see, a sight made specifically for you.

Renjun turns away and looks out the window, shy from the sudden attention you were giving him. “You’re like my sunshine, y/n.” Neither of you move, lost in the beauty of the sun peeking out over the mountains.

“And you’re my moon. All the time I’ve spent with you is made beautiful by just your presence alone.”

A/N - this marks the last installment of vampire!renjun, thank you for sticking me through my first series <3 stay tuned for the epilogue where i will be wrapping up their storylines

[myonechicagoworld]

CHICAGO FIRE – LEAVING THE STATION (S01E08)

Matt Casey: Why the hell are you studying Japanese? 

Mouch: I read online that once you turn 50, your brain starts to 

              atrophy unless you keep it in shape.

Leslie Shay: I think that train’s already left the station, Mouch.

Joe Cruz: Say something in Japanese. 

Mouch: I just started

Peter Mills: Hey, uh, where’s Herrmann?

Matt Casey: Tony Robbins seminar.

Otis Zvonecek: I got 20 bucks says in two weeks, you won’t be

                           able to string along a sentence.

Joe Cruz: [chuckles]

Mouch: Easiest money I ever made.

Otis Zvonecek: Done. What’s today?

Gabby Dawson: Um, 29th.

Matt Casey: Ah, damn it.

Gabby Dawson: Everything all right?

Matt Casey: Yeah. No, I just forgot something.

Chief Boden: Hey, everybody. We have the pleasure of hosting a

                        couple of visiting firefighters again. This is Gavin 

                        and Presley. They will be observing over the next 

                        couple of shifts.

                        Lieutenant Casey, Lieutenant Severide, and… the rest

                        of the knuckleheads.

Gavin: Hey guys, thanks so much for allowing us to be here. And let

            us know if there’s anything we can do to help out.

Mouch: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Was that a Canadian ‘out’ I heard?

Gavin: Yes, sir. Toronto. 

Presley: We both just finished our probationary period.

Mouch: You know what? 

               Uh, welcome aboard, guys.

               No offense, but someone else will have to give you the

               tour, ‘cause it ain’t gonna be me.

                                                 [door closes]

Matt Casey: Ignore him.

                                         [alarm blaring & beeping]

(Over PA): Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61. Injury on the blue line,

                  Logan Square Station.

                                      [sirens wailing, horn blares]

                                           [sirens stop wailing]

Chief Boden: (over radio) Be aware, men, the third rail could still be 

                        hot.

Matt Casey: You heard him, guys. Everyone keep your eyes

                       forward. Let’s do this the right way.

Chief Boden: (over radio) Main, do we have a hold on the

                        (into radio) blue line power at Logan Square?

Dispatcher: (over radio) Stand by. We’re waiting for confirmation.

Conductor: I think I hit someone.

Matt Casey: (into radio) Chief, we might have a victim on the 

                      tracks. (over radio) Conductor thinks he hit 

                      someone.

Chief Boden: (into radio) You and Mills walk back down

                        (over radio) toward the tunnel. Mind that third rail.

Matt Casey: (into radio) Copy.

Joe Cruz: All good. 

Dispatcher: (over radio) CTA confirms power has been shut down.

Chief Boden: Cruz, we got the all-clear. Throw the chain.

Peter Mills: Yo! Hey, I see somebody!

Joe Cruz: Three, two, one, go!

                                              [power sizzling]

Chief Boden: (into radio) Main, we still have power on the 

                        southbound track!

Victim 1: Please, help me.

Matt Casey: (into radio) His leg’s stuck in the axle. I need this rail 

                      turned off.

Chief Boden: (over radio) We’re working on it, Casey.

Matt Casey: My name’s Matt.

Victim 1: [exhales] Jacob.

Matt Casey: What happened, Jacob?

Victim 1 (Jacob): My sister Kayla and me went into the subway

                              through an access door, just to look around

                              but it locked behind us [panting] We were… 

                              we were trying to get out through the tunnel.

Peter Mills: I’ll go.

Victim 1 (Jacob): [panting]

Matt Casey: (into radio) Chief, there’s another kid in the tunnel. Mills

                      is going (over radio) inside.

Chief Boden: (into radio) I have two victims on the track. I need that

                        damn power off now.

Peter Mills: Kayla! 

                    Call out!

Dispatcher: (over radio) Supervisor has confirmed power has been 

                     shut down.

Chief Boden: Cruz, throw the chain again.

Joe Cruz: Three, two, one, go!

                  Power’s off!

Kelly Severide: What’s his name?

Matt Casey: Jacob.

Victim 1 (Jacob): [groans]

Kelly Severide: Jacob, my name is Kelly. We’re gonna get you out

                           of there, alright?

Gabby Dawson: Let’s get that pressure dressing ready.

Kelly Severide: There we go.

                           Alright, right there. That’s good. 

Peter Mills: Kayla! 

                    Kayla!

                                           [saw whirring]

Victim 1 (Jacob): [groans]

Kelly Severide: This is gonna hurt, buddy.

Victim 1 (Jacob): [groans]

Kelly Severide: Okay, buddy, hang on, hang on.

Victim 1 (Jacob): [groaning in pain]

Gabby Dawson: Watch his head.

                             Right here.

                             Hey, Jacob?

Victim 1 (Jacob): My… My sister…

Matt Casey: We’re looking for her now.

Leslie Shay: Alright, pressure dressing’s in place. Let’s go.

Gabby Dawson: One, two, three.

Victim 1 (Jacob): [groans]

Matt Casey: (into radio) Mills.

Gabby Dawson: You’re gonna be okay, Jacob.

Matt Casey: Mills.

                      (into radio) Yeah, we, uh… found the victim. I need two

                      body bags, more lights, latex gloves.

                      Two teams scour each side of the tracks. Call out

                       whatever body part you find.

                       Hey… You okay?

                                                  - Title Screen - 

Chief Boden: Department counsellor. 

                        Wasn’t easy what we saw today and there is no

                         shame in reaching out to talk to somebody.

Matt Casey: Hey, take a seat guys. Make yourselves at home.

Gavin & Presley: Okay.

Chief Boden: Hey.

                       Act right.

Mouch: Copy that, Chief.

               So how’s that socialised medicine working out for you 

                guys?

Joe Cruz: Mouch.

Mouch: To get your tonsils out, I heard you got to wait in a line

               around the block for the same doctor who just finished 

               a colonoscopy. 

Otis Zvonecek: You’re the only guy I know that could have a beef 

                            with Canada.

Mouch: Let’s just say I got a snoot full of how things really work up 

              there. 

              Nothing against these two but pull that curtain back a little

              bit. You might be surprised at what you find.

Matt Casey: Yeah, uh, again, you can ignore him.

Joe Cruz: [laughs] Mouch, you are out of your damn mind [laughs]

                                                  cutscene

                                       [shower water running]

                                            [buzzer sounds]

Joe Cruz: (over PA) Shay, you got a guest on the apparatus floor.

Leslie Shay: I thought you were going home.

Clarice: Well, Daniel’s not back from Phoenix until later today, so…

               you want to have some lunch?

Leslie Shay: It’s not a good time, Clarice. I got to get back to…

Clarice: Look, it’s turkey and brie with cranberry, from Martinelli’s.

Leslie Shay: I thought they closed.

Clarice: They opened up again over in Forest Glen.

Leslie Shay: [chuckles] 

Clarice: Mmm.

               Here, here, here, feel this.

Leslie Shay: Whoa. What is that?

Clarice: It’s his elbow. Wait… or no, maybe it’s his foot. That is 

              crazy, right?

Leslie Shay: Yeah.

                      Did you guys pick out names yet?

Clarice: (sighs) No, we are still in the middle of negotiations. Daniel

               really wants to name him after his father.

Leslie Shay: Oh.

Clarice: Gilbert.

Leslie Shay: Oh.

Clarice: Yeah, I know.

               I remember when we used to pick out baby names.

Leslie Shay: Yeah. 

                      Yeah.

Clarice: Look, maybe I shouldn’t have said that.

                  ��                 [alarm sounds & buzzes]

(Over PA): Ambulance 61, difficulty breathing.

Leslie Shay: I got to go.

                      Uh… thanks… thanks for lunch. I… 

                       [clears throat]

                       What? I can’t eat a sandwich?

Clarice: Hi, Gabby.

Gabby Dawson: Hi, Clarice.

                                               [siren wailing]

Lady 1: [tearfully] She had a seizure, then couldn’t breathe.

Leslie Shay: Grace, can you hear me?

                      She’s responsive. 

Gabby Dawson: Has this ever happened before?

Lady 1: No. I mean, yes. Sh-She’s had a seizure before.

Gabby Dawson: Is she taking any anti-seizure medication?

Lady 1: No, the doctors never found anything.

              But she has Celiac disease. She’s… she’s been on a gluten

               free diet for the last two months.

Leslie Shay: Diminished lungs.

Gabby Dawson: Okay, let’s get her to Chicago U.

Lady 1: No.

Gabby Dawson: Ma’am, we got to get Grace to the hospital.

Lady 1: Not Chicago U. My father died at that hospital. Please don’t

              take her there.

Gabby Dawson: Okay, fine. Lakeshore. But we got to go now.

                             Hey. Easy, Grace. Easy.

Victim 2 (Grace): I don’t like the way it smells.

Gabby Dawson: You don’t like the way what smells, sweetheart?

Leslie Shay: Six year-old girl, respiratory distress, history of  

                      undiagnosed seizures.

ER Doctor: Exam room two. We’ll take her from here.

Lady 1: I’m right here but we… [continues indistinctly] 

             Oh my God. Please don’t… please don’t hurt her.

Gabby Dawson: Something’s up with that chick.

                                              cutscene

Kelly Severide: Works better if you turn on the heat. 

                                      [rubbish bag rustling]

                                         [metal clanging]

Peter Mills: [sighs] [breathing shakily]

                    [sobbing]

                                                cutscene

Matt Casey: Hour, hour and a half, tops.

Chief Boden: Okay, I’ll have Cruz cover truck until you’re back.

Matt Casey: Got it. And I’m sorry about this. You know this isn’t my 

                      style, but…

Chief Boden: Handle your business.

Matt Casey: Oh, uh… keep an eye on Mills for me. 

Chief Boden: Yeah, sure.

Gabby Dawson: Hey, quick favour?

Matt Casey: Sure.

Gabby Dawson: Shay and I feel a little weird about this call we just 

                            went on. 

                             We need someone to pull some medical records 

                             for us. So I  was wondering if maybe Hallie could 

                             do us a solid.

Matt Casey: Yeah, uh, the only thing is me and Hallie are taking a 

                      break, so…

Gabby Dawson: Right. Got it. 

                            Say no more.

                            And I’m sorry to hear that.

                            You’re calling Kendra.

Leslie Shay: Ugh. 

                      This is gonna cost me a dinner or two. I mean,

                       guaranteed she asks me to dinner, and I really

                       don’t want to hear about her drama… 

                       [clears throat] Hey Kendra.

                       Yep. Yeah.

                       Uh, huh. Okay.

                       Alright, thank you so much. And hey, this conversation

                       never took place.

                       Yeah. 

                        Friday? [clears throat] Um, can I get back to you?

                        Thanks.

                        Uh, so Grace was taken to the ER twice in the last six

                        weeks for seizures… no mention anywhere in her 

                         record of Celiac disease.

                                     [alarm sounding & buzzing]

(Over PA): Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61. Heart attack victim,

                   Dearborn and Elm.

                                               [sirens wailing]

Man 1: Frank’s dead!

             He must’ve had a heart attack or something. One minute,

             he was fine. 

             He was dropping branches to me. And the next thing I  

             know, he’s just hanging there. 

                               [branch creaks and starts to break]

Chief Boden: Cruz! You get that aerial up in that tree now. 

Joe Cruz: I can get close but there’s a lot of branches. I don’t see a 

                  clean path.

Kelly Severide: Well, then we make one.

                           Vargas!

Jose Vargas: On it.

Presley: Won’t you need a Stokes basket?

Chief Boden: That limb’s not gonna give us enough time. We rig a

                        two-to-one pulley system. We bring him down the 

                        fast way.

Vargas: Got it.

                                          [chainsaw buzzing]

                                              [siren wailing]

Vargas: Path is clear. 

Firefighter: Here we go.

Chief Boden: When Severide drops his line, you take up the slack.

                        When he cuts the old line, it’s on you.

Victim 3 (Frank): [groans softly]

Kelly Severide: Hey! He’s alive!

                                   [branch continues to break]

Gabby Dawson: Get him down here fast.

Kelly Severide: Agh! [groans]

Chief Boden: Hadley, move. Get his back.

Kelly Severide: [grunts]

                           Grab it! Grab that rope!

Otis Zvonecek: Got it, Kelly.

Chief Boden: Tie it off.

Kelly Severide: [grunts]

Mouch: Set.

Victim 3 (Frank): [whimpers]

Chief Boden: Load is yours.

                       Steady.

Hadley: You okay?

Kelly Severide: Yeah, fine. Just… Let’s get on the ground.

Leslie Shay: Easy, easy.

Gabby Dawson: Watch his head. 

Leslie Shay: There we go.

                      Alright, he’s breathing… shallow respirations.

Gabby Dawson: Hey, he’s carrying candy. He could be a diabetic.

Leslie Shay: Yep. 

Gabby Dawson: Let’s check his blood sugar.

                                         [machine beeping]

Leslie Shay: Okay, it’s low… below 20.

Gabby Dawson: I’ll give him an amp of D50.

                                     [indistinct radio chatter]

Victim 3 (Frank): What happened?

Leslie Shay: Okay, sir, you’re gonna be okay. Your blood sugar

                      dropped. Are you diabetic?

Victim 3 (Frank): Mmhmm.

Leslie Shay: Okay.

                                               cutscene

Lady 2: Hey Matt.

Matt Casey: Christie. 

                      Jim.

Man 2 (Jim): Matt.

Lady 2 (Christie): Sweetheart, do you remember your Uncle Matt

                              from Thanksgiving a couple years ago? 

Matt Casey: Hey Violet. 

                     You’re so grown up [chuckles lightly]

                     15 years… that’s crazy.

Lady 2 (Christie): I still miss him 

Matt Casey: [exhales deeply]

Lady 2 (Christie): Well, we’ll, uh, let you have some alone time.

Matt Casey: You don’t have to go.

Lady 2 (Christie): No, it’s okay. We were just leaving. We’ve been 

                              here awhile. 

                              I guess I’ll see you in a couple weeks.

Matt Casey: Yeah, I’ll see you there.

                                                  cutscene

Chief Boden: We’ve all been there. It usually happens first few

                        months after being on the job. Right now, you 

                        have nothing to compare it to. 

                        But you will. 

                         The longer you work, the more good you do… you’ll

                          be able to take days like this, put them into context,

                          and then move forward.

Peter Mills: It’s just that afterwards, I’m… I’m looking at Mouch

                     telling stories and Cruz playing video games. I don’t 

                     know how they do it.

Chief Boden: Everybody has their own way in how they deal with

                       things. You will get on the other side of this, Peter.

                       You know what? Take the rest of the shift off. 

                        Go easy.

                        I’m serious, though. Talk to someone. Counsellor’s 

                        available. 

                        So am I. So is your Lieutenant. Okay?

Peter Mills: Okay. 

                                                  cutscene

Otis Zvonecek: [chuckling] Oh yeah, it stays with me. For sure.

                           Thank you, dude. 

                            My buddy, Eddie, over at 61, ‘sworn to secrecy.’

                            Uh the Canadians? Guess where they’re from?

Mouch: Canada.

Otis Zvonecek: Cleveland. 

Mouch: What?

Otis Zvonecek: Herrmann put ‘em up to it. 

Mouch: Oh that sneaky son of a bitch. He’s the only one I confided

              to about me and Canada and this is what he does to me?

Otis Zvonecek: I don’t know what Herrmann’s end game is in this

                           prank but if you’re asking me, I say we beat him 

                           to it.

Mouch: Yeah. 

Otis Zvonecek: Yeah?

Mouch: Yeah.

Otis Zvonecek: Yes. All right.

Joe Cruz: Hey Shay, you got a visitor again.

Gabby Dawson: Ugh, Clarice again?

Daniel Schwartz: Her husband [clears throat]

Leslie Shay: Nice to see you.

Daniel Schwartz: I’m looking for my wife and my unborn son.

                              Would you be kind enough to point me in the 

                              right direction?

Leslie Shay: Yeah. She’s been staying with me a couple days.

Daniel Schwartz: So, in the light of the fact that you have zero

                              boundaries, I will tell you now very directly

                              that if you think I’m gonna stand… 

Leslie Shay: Daniel, you might want to bring it down a peg, because

                      this is your problem.

Daniel Schwartz: Right, you… you have nothing to do with it.

Leslie Shay: She came to me as a friend needing a place to stay.

                      So I, as a friend, took her in. I sympathise with what

                      you’re going through and I wish I hadn’t been brought

                      into this, but if you keep coming at me like you’re

                      coming at me, I’m gonna tell you to kiss my ass in 

                      two seconds.

Daniel Schwartz: [sighs] What can I do? This is my family we’re 

                              talking about. 

                                                     cutscene

Peter Mills: I can’t get it out of my head. Just… I can’t get it out of 

                    my head.

Ingrid Mills: There was a time when your father couldn’t either.

                     And his way of fixing it was to just shove it down.

                     And then that turned into shutting off a part of 

                     himself. It’s the part that makes us human.

Peter Mills: Then what do I do?

Ingrid Mills: Walk away. You come back to the restaurant. I don’t

                     want you to become a block of ice. And having seen

                     that in your father, believe me, you don’t want that for 

                      yourself. 

                      It’s not who you are. Hmm? Just… come home.

Peter Mills: [sighs]

                                                     cutscene

Kelly Severide: Anna. Hey, it’s me. Look um, I need a refill…

                          uh somewhat urgently.

                          I know, I know, I know (stammering) I-I just… I…

                          can you please just help me out?

                          I can’t. I… I don’t have the time. 

                          I could… I could pay you for them, if that’s easier.

                          Anna? Hello?

                          [sighs]

                                                  cutscene

Leslie Shay: Oh, she’s pissed.

                      Hey, Kendra. Thanks for doing this.

Dr. Kendra: I thought I was done.

Leslie Shay: Ah, well, you know…

Gabby Dawson: Anything on Grace Wilkinson?

                                           [keys clacking]

Dr. Kendra: Yeah, she accidentally swallowed some turpentine. 

Leslie Shay: Her mom told us she had Celiac disease.

Dr. Kendra: Uh, mom told us she was doing some painting and left

                     the turpentine out by mistake. We pumped the girl’s

                     stomach, then moved her upstairs for observation.

Leslie Shay: She didn’t want to take her to Chicago U, remember?

                      Could be hospital jumping to hide abuse.

Gabby Dawson: Abuse that she’s causing for attention.

                            It fits. That would explain the mom’s behaviour,

                            the inconsistent symptoms that Grace is having,

                            that smell that she was talking about…

Dr. Kendra: Munchausen by proxy? It’s quite rare.

Gabby Dawson: I don’t really care what you call it. That woman is

                            poisoning her own kid. I want this reported to

                            DCFS. Right now. Will you back us up?

Leslie Shay: Dinner, Friday… on me.

Dr. Kendra: I’ll get the number. 

Gabby Dawson: Four years ago [exhales], my old partner and I

                             reported this girl with cigarette burns all over

                             her arms and legs to DCFS, and the investigation

                             was a mess of red tape from beginning to end.

                              They eventually sent the girl back to her father

                              and that same week, she died of a brain bleed 

                              from a beating he gave her. That ain’t happening 

                              again.

                                                        cutscene

Kelly Severide: Hey, Mrs Mills.

Ingrid Mills: Hello Kelly. Chief Boden’s office is this way? 

Kelly Severide: Yeah. 

                           How’s Peter doing?

Ingrid Mills: He saw a girl cut to pieces today. I believe you all did.

                      How are you doing?

                                                 [door opens]

Chief Boden: Ingrid, uh… it’s been a long time.

Ingrid Mills: Yes it has.

Chief Boden: Uh, please, have a seat.

Ingrid Mills: No, I won’t be long.

                     Peter’s not like Henry.

Chief Boden: No one expects him to be.

Ingrid Mills: He does. And Peter’s got this whole idea of living up to

                     his father’s memory. 

                     But that is not the life I want for him. 

                     Peter’s not coming back to 51.

Chief Boden: If that’s what he decides… I’ll abide by it. You have 

                        my word.

Ingrid Mills: You’re not hearing me. Peter’s time as a candidate…

                      is done. I’m asking you to respect my wishes. Now, 

                      you owe me that at least.

                                                 cutscene

Joe Cruz: I can tell you this soup already smells like socks, Otis.

Otis Zvonecek: Oh, just wait till it hits your taste buds, man.

Gavin: Listen, if we’ve done anything to offend you…

Mouch: Oh, no, no, no. Eat up. Enjoy your free American meal.

Presley: Is Peter coming back? 

Matt Casey: Of course. He’s just clearing his head. Today was a 

                      tough one.

Otis Zvonecek: Here we go. Dinner’s served.

Matt Casey: What the hell is this?

Otis Zvonecek: Borscht, baby. 

Mouch: [sniffs]

              [grimaces]

Otis Zvonecek: Mama’s Sunday night go-to.

Matt Casey: [slurps]

Otis Zvonecek: Huh? 

Matt Casey: [grimaces]

Otis Zvonecek: Eh? It’s good right? 

Matt Casey: We’re ordering in.

                                                  cutscene

Kelly Severide: [groans]

                                       [footsteps approaching]

Chief Boden: Hey. Nice job up there in that tree.

Kelly Severide: Thanks, Chief.

Chief Boden: What up with your arm?

Kelly Severide: What’s that?

Chief Boden: I said, “what up with your arm?”

Kelly Severide: Tweaked it a couple days ago lifting weights.

Chief Boden: Looked like more than a tweak.

Kelly Severide: Really, I’m fine.

Chief Boden: Okay. I see it again, you’re going in for an x-ray,

                        for your own safety.

Kelly Severide: No. Yeah, absolutely.

                                                   cutscene

                                    [door opens to bunk room]

Gabby Dawson: DCFS looked into the Wilkinson girl’s case…

                            not gonna pursue.

                            Let’s take a ride.

                                           [ambo door opens]

                                           [door alarm beeps]

                                           [ambo door shuts]

Leslie Shay: Listen, all I’m saying is, I told you after your suspension

                      hearing that I’d pull up on the reins if you started to go

                      sideways. This is me pulling.

Gabby Dawson: We’re just having a friendly conversation.

                             Uh, Mrs Wilkinson, sorry to bother you like this. 

                             Uh…

Lady 1 (Mrs Wilkinson): You’ve got some nerve… fabricating lies 

                                          against me?

Gabby Dawson: Lies? You want to talk about lies? What was that

                            today… a seizure related to Celiac disease or

                            accidental ingestion of turpentine?

Lady 1 (Mrs Wilkinson): This is harassment, and I’m calling my

                                         lawyer.

Gabby Dawson: You should call your doctor, because you need

                             help. You are poisoning your own daughter. 

                             We’re not gonna stand by…

Lady 1 (Mrs Wilkinson): You have no idea how miserable your life is

                                          about to get.

                                      [door shuts and locks]

                                              cutscene

Chief Boden: I’ve been on the phone for the last hour, getting my

                       ass handed to me, and there wasn’t a damn thing I

                       could say in your defence, because what you did 

                       was dead wrong.

Gabby Dawson: Chief, she’s poisoning her daughter.

Chief Boden: Did you talk to the DCFS?

Gabby Dawson: Yeah, but…

Chief Boden: But nothing!

                        You let them handle it. What you don’t do is go

                         knocking on doors, start throwing out accusations.

                         Do you not get it, Gabriela?

Leslie Shay: It’s not just her, Chief.

Chief Boden: I will get to you in a second. 

                       Answer my question.

Gabby Dawson: Yeah, Chief, I get it.

Chief Boden: Do you not like your partner? 

Leslie Shay: I like her very much indeed, Sir.

Chief Boden: Well, she’s a hothead. What you do when you have a

                        hothead for a partner is you talk them out of doing

                        stupid-ass things that can get them into serious 

                        trouble.

                        Gabriela, this, um… crusade that you are on, it ends

                         now. You take one step further, there will not be a

                         suspension hearing. There will be a good-bye party.

                         You two, my office. We need to talk about Mills

                                                    cutscene

                                               [bells chiming]

Kelly Severide: [exhales]

Elise Mills: Hey Kelly.

Kelly Severide: Hey.

                           Is your brother here?

Elise Mills: Last we talked to him, he said he was gonna go for a

                    drive but I haven’t heard from him for a while.

Kelly Severide: Yeah, he hasn’t been picking up his phone. 

Elise Mills: I’ve never seen him like this.

Kelly Severide: Okay, well, if you talk to him, could you tell him that

                           I stopped by? I just wanted to check on him.

Elise Mills: I will. Thank you.

                                                   cutscene

Leslie Shay: You have to go home.

Clarice: To what?

Leslie Shay: To a husband who’s at least owed an explanation.

Clarice: Okay, but I just… I didn’t even realise how unhappy I was

               until you showed up at the baby shower.

Leslie Shay: You don’t get to come back married and pregnant

                       saying that you miss me. 

                       You walked away. You broke my heart. And hey, that’s

                        the way it goes, but this isn’t good for me right now,

                         Clarice. I’ve been fooling myself these last few days. 

Clarice: I made a mistake.

                                                [knocks on door]

Leslie Shay: [sighs]

Clarice: Okay, if that’s Daniel, I’m just… I’m not here. I will leave.

               I will go home. I will. But just not right now, please.

Corrine: Hey.

Leslie Shay: Hey Corrine.

Corrine: I texted you a couple times.

Leslie Shay: I know. I’m… and I’m sorry. I’ve just been dealing with 

                      something.

Corrine: Is everything okay?

Leslie Shay: Fine. Yeah, it’s fine.

Corrine: It’s just… I think I left my earrings here.

Leslie Shay: Oh, I’ll find them and I’ll get them back to you.

                      I’m sorry. Just… now is really not a good time.

Clarice: What was that?

Leslie Shay: Nothing.

Clarice: Okay, um… I’m gonna go.

Leslie Shay: Okay.

Clarice: Look, I didn’t mean to bring up any bad memories.

Leslie Shay: I don’t have any. 

                     I just can’t go back.

Clarice: This should’ve been ours.

                                      [door opens & closes]

                                              cutscene

Peter Mills: [sighs]

Ingrid Mills: See, this is where you belong, baby.

Peter Mills: Just give me a little room, mom.

                                                cutscene

Mouch: Alright everybody, gather round.

              We’re gonna trade t-shirts and patches in a bit but first, a

               little competition.

               The first one of you to climb up to the top gets a CFD

                jacket. Sound good?

Gavin: That jacket’s mine.

Presley: Yeah, we’ll see. 

Mouch: All right. And… one… two… three!

                                           [water splashing]

Mouch: [laughs] Take that back to Cleveland, boys! [laughs]

Chief Boden: What the hell are you doing, Mouch?

Mouch: They’re not from Canada. Herrmann put them up to it.

Gavin: We’re from Canada!

Mouch: [laughs] No, no, no. Otis said… Otis… Oti…

                                       [alarm sounds & beeps]

(Over PA): Ambulance 61, respiratory distress. 26 Orchard Street.

Leslie Shay: That’s Grace’s address.

Chief Boden: Hit it.

                                             [siren wailing]

Housekeeper: I didn’t know what to do!

Gabby Dawson: Grace. You okay?

Housekeeper: In here! In here.

Gabby Dawson: [exhales sharply] 

Leslie Shay: Doxepin, 150 milligrams.

Gabby Dawson: Oh man.

                                            [zipper opens]

Gabby Dawson: Uh, why don’t you take Grace back into the living 

                             room?

Housekeeper: Come on. Come with me.

Leslie Shay: Shallow breaths, rapid pulse.

Gabby Dawson: Alright, let’s get her to Lakeshore.

                            I’ll start an IV in the rig, you get an order to push 

                            bicarb.

                            [exhales] She’s gonna be okay, Grace.

                                                 cutscene

                                          [knocks on door]

Otis Zvonecek: You wanted to see me, Chief?   

Chief Boden: That time you put all that hot sauce in Hadley’s

                        burger, that was funny.

Otis Zvonecek: Oh, I can’t take credit for that, Chief. I got that from

                           Dumb and Dumber.

Chief Boden: And the other time you put the blow-up doll in

                       Herrmann’s bunk, that was equally funny.

Otis Zvonecek: That was all me.

Chief Boden: Today, that was not funny. I mean, breaking balls is

                        one thing. But those men… they did not pay their

                         own way and drive ten hours...

                                                  [door closes]

Chief Boden: ...to come here to be the butt of a joke. When we

                       have a guest in this house, you will treat them as 

                        such. Do you understand me?

Otis Zvonecek: Yes, Chief.

Chief Boden: So now you’re gonna walk back out there like the man

                        I know you to be.

                        You’re gonna look ‘em in the eye, shake their hand,

                         and apologise, because when they go back home

                         and their men ask them what the CFD were like,

                          they will be able to say we are stand-up.

                                                     [door opens]

Connie: Chief. You need to get to Lakeshore.

Chief Boden: That’ll be all.

                                                      cutscene

Mouch: And she couldn’t get into the United Stated, so I agreed to

              meet her in Toronto. An immigration attorney there was

               going to facilitate her American citizenship. I gave her the

               five grand for his fees… never saw either one of them 

               again.

Joe Cruz: Well, yeah, but if she was Russian, why hate on Canada?

Mouch: Two extra weeks I’m up there getting the run-around from

               various government agencies. I end up at the Canadian 

               anti-fraud centre. 

               Want to know what they said? 

                Buyer beware. And didn’t the weasel behind the counter

                get a little chuckle at my expense?

Gavin: Mouch, on behalf of the commonwealth of Canada, we 

            apologise.

Mouch: I appreciate that.

                                                 [door opening]

Presley: Lieutenant?

               I-I don’t want to get in anyone’s business here, but if I 

               may...

Matt Casey: Please.

Presley: Only because I was recently in Peter’s situation. Uh, I

               received a call that involved… an infant mortality. And

               uh, it-it really got to me. Uh, but our Lieutenant at the

                time… he did something that really helped us out.

                                                      cutscene

Chief Boden: She’s on a ventilator now, and dialysis to help clear 

                        the doxepin.

                        We just have to wait and see.

Man 3: Are you Gabriela Dawson?

            You’re the one who accused Nina of poisoning our 

             daughter?

Chief Boden: Sir, your wife…

Man 3: You did this! You did this to her!

Chief Boden: Gabriela… I notified the Union, just in case the cops

                        want to talk to you. You need to be ready.

                                                     cutscene

Matt Casey: Mills, it’s Casey. Listen I know lots of people have been

                      talking to you today, uh, but before you make a

                      decision, I want to show you something. I can swing

                      by the restaurant after shift. And, um, please, just trust

                      me on this. 

                                            [cell phone beeps]

                                                  cutscene

Leslie Shay: Don’t worry, we’ll get through this.

                                                [door opens]

Man 3: It’s all right, sweetheart. Tell her what you told me. 

Girl 1 (Grace): She made me drink it.

Gabby Dawson: [sighs] It’s okay. 

                            It’s okay, sweetie.

                                                cutscene

Mouch: You really outdid yourself this time, Otis.

Otis Zvonecek: I feel horrible.

Mouch: Well, you should.

Otis Zvonecek: And what’s worse, they were so classy about it.

                           [sighs] So you were in love with that woman?

Mouch: Nah.

              Lesson learned though.

              Lesson learned.

                                               [liquid splashing]

Otis Zvonecek: Oh those dicks.

                                                   cutscene

                                             [knocks on door]

Corrine: Is Shay here?

Kelly Severide: She’s not.

Corrine: I just want my earrings.

Kelly Severide: Um… come on in.

                                               [door closes]

Kelly Severide: You want a beer?

Corrine: Sure. 

               You know, I don’t know why she’s been so opposed to

                calling me back.

Kelly Severide: She’s been going through some ex-girlfriend drama.

Corrine: See, all she had to do was tell me. I’m not looking to bring

               any drama to her life. I’m just looking to have some fun. 

Kelly Severide: No, I hear you. Keep it short and sweet. That’s my 

                           policy.

Corrine: Exactly.

Kelly Severide: Hmm.

                                           [cell phone vibrates]

Kelly Severide: Hey, it’s me. 

Leslie Shay: Hey.

Kelly Severide: Um, real quick, Corrine… Um do you have any

                           claim to her?

Leslie Shay: Kelly, why?

Kelly Severide: Because if you do, then I’ll walk her to the door.

Leslie Shay: [scoffs] Knock yourself out.

Kelly Severide: You all right?

Leslie Shay: Have fun.

                                             [kissing sounds]

                                             [buttons ripping]

                                                  cutscene

                                            [car door shuts]

                                          [knocking on door]

                                              [door opens]

Man 4: Lieutenant Casey.

Matt Casey: Gary. Thanks for letting us stop by.

Man 4 (Gary): Yeah.

Matt Casey: This is Peter Mills.

Man 4 (Gary): Hey, how you doing?

Peter Mills: Hey, nice to meet you. 

Man 4 (Gary): Come on in. 

                        Make yourselves comfortable.

Matt Casey: Thank you.

Man 4 (Gary): Sophie, Lieutenant Casey is here!

Matt Casey: Their last house burned down a couple years back.

                      We responded to the call.

                      How’s she doing?

Man 4 (Gary): She gets her learner’s permit next week. Can you 

                        believe it?

Matt Casey: Sophie’s driving?

Man 4 (Gary): Well, not till next week, she’s not.

Matt Casey: [chuckles]

Girl 2 (Sophie): Lieutenant Casey!

Matt Casey: There she is.

                      Peter, this is Sophie.

Peter Mills: Hey.

Girl 2 (Sophie): Come on, I want to show you something.

Matt Casey: What have you got? 

                      What is this?

                      ‘Second place, girls sectional finals.’ Congratulations.

Girl 2 (Sophie): Thanks.

Peter Mills: Sorry.

Girl 2 (Sophie): Don’t be. I don’t mind. Lieutenant Casey pulled me

                          out of that fire.

                          [chuckles] I’m alive.

                                                      - end -

Definitions:

Tony Robbins = American author, coach, motivational speaker, and philanthropist

CTA = Chicago Transit Authority

Axle = A rod or spindle (either fixed or rotating) passing through the centre of a wheel or group of wheels.

Colonoscopy = An exam used to detect changes or abnormalities in the large intestine (colon) and rectum, During a colonoscopy, a long flexible tube (colonoscope) is inserted into the rectum. A tiny video camera at the tip of the tube allows the doctor to view the inside of the entire colon.

Celiac disease = A chronic digestive disorder resulting from an immune reaction to gliadin, a gluten found in wheat, barley, rye and sometimes oats. It involves inflammation and destruction of the inner lining of the small intestine and can lead to the malabsorption of minerals and nutrients.

Diminished lungs = Normal lung sounds are decreased and harder to hear.

Respiratory distress = Respiratory failure characterised by rapid onset of widespread inflammation in the lungs. It occurs when fluid builds up in the tin, elastic air sacs in your lungs. The fluid keeps your lungs from filling with enough air, which means less oxygen reaches your bloodstream. This deprives your organs of the oxygen it needs to function. Symptoms include shortness of breath, rapid breathing, and bluish skin colouration.

Stokes basket = A device used to both immobilise as well as transport a victim over terrain.

Two-to-one pulley system = System consisting of two pulleys (wheel on an axle or shaft that is designed to support movement and change of direction of a taut cable or belt or transfer of power between shaft and cable or belt) with a rope running around them to lift a load. Using two or more pulleys reduces the amount of effort needed.

Amp = Ampule is a small sealed glass capsule/vial containing liquid, especially a measured quantity ready for injecting.

D50 = Used in emergency care to treat hypoglycemia (low blood sugar) and to manage coma of unknown origin. An amp of D50 is 25 grams of glucose in a 50ml prefilled syringe (50% glucose). An amp of D50 provides 5 times the amount of glucose in a normal adult’s blood.

Turpentine = Fluid obtained by the distillation of resin harvested from living trees, mainly pines. It is mainly used as a solvent, and as a source of material for organic syntheses.

Munchausen by proxy = Mental health problem in which a caregiver makes up or causes an illness or injury in a person under his or her care, such as a child, an elderly adult, or a person who has a disability (See the Gypsy Rose Blanchard and her mother Dee Dee’s case for a famous example of Munchausen by proxy)

DCFS = Department of Children and Family Services

Doxepin = Medication used to treat major depressive disorder, anxiety disorders, chronic hives, and trouble sleeping.

Bicarb = Sodium bicarbonate is an antacid used to relive heartburn and acid indigestion.

Stand-up = Loyal; that you can rely on to defend you

Dialysis = Procedure to remove waste products and excess fluid from the blood when the kidneys stop working properly. It often involves diverting blood to a machine to be cleaned.

Girls sectional finals = Basketball tournament

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Egotober Day 13: Happy Anniversary!

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31

Prompt: Door

Summary: Dark is not having a good day, everything seems to be going wrong and even the body he’s in is trying to fight against him.

A/N: you think I forgot about the Who Killed Markiplier anniversary? No! I just didn’t want it to compete with Anti’s birthday.

Warnings: none

Dark should have known from the moment he tried to get up, it was going to be one of those days.

The awful day began with a nightmare. It wasn’t the typical reliving of watching Marc hit the ground, or the reoccurring monster of a nightmare where Wilford found out what he and his body chose to stop work and we could only watch him walk away from him.

No, this time Dark was standing in front of a door, one that seemed to be bulging and having some monster beating against it. Everything that reminded Dark about how small and uncomfortable this form was. How ill-fitting it had been when the Entity had finally made its desperate escape from the House.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Dark shouted at the door. “I fit.”

There was a loud scream that sounded just like Dark, Celine, and Damien.

“I don’t fit.”

“He’ll find out.”

“They’ll find out.”

Dark screamed and snarled back and the door splintered.

And then he woke up in bed, staring at the ceiling and aware of the fact that every inch of his body was in pain. To make matters worse the body that Dark was inhabiting suddenly remembered it was dead, that it had been ripped away from and stolen from its rightful owner.

The Entity was paralyzed by pain and felt blood pool around his stomach. His pride, and a dab of fear, kept him from reaching out to the body next to him.

It took a long time to get his pain under control and he finally did reach out to Wilford, calling out to the man awake. He was huffy and disgruntled at first, until he looked over and saw Dark and immediately dash off to get something to help clean him up.

After the bleeding had stopped and everything was clean, Dark got a little bit of sleep. But while the pain had completely gone away, he found he had an awful migraine.

Regrettably he was forced to admit defeat and call in sick from Damien’s job. He could only deal with one circus today and his Network took priority.

Of course nothing went right, Yan managed to break the best coffee maker in the building, the one Dark always used. Illinois was gone, he was taking care of some business outside the city, and he knew Wil was up to something by the way his aura kept creeping back towards him but the madman himself never showed up. Almost like he was checking on his location to be sure Dark hadn’t noticed something.

Problem after problem kept cropping up and Dark’s migraine was almost a shrill whistle in his brain. It was making his red and blue souls angry and that compounded the pain even more as their screams rattled around in Dark’s skull. He wanted the whole world to die and ordered Ed and Google to stay away from him if they didn’t want to die.

Then, barely a minute from the time Dark was set to leave, Wilford showed up. Loud and all bright smiles and looking like he was about to distract Dark from finding out about whatever he had broken or killed.

“Darky, I have a surprise for you,” Wilford said in a sing-song tone, a bouquet of black tulips behind his back.

“Wilford, dammit!” Dark slammed his aura like a fist on his desk. “I cannot deal witth anymore fucking bullshit today! What did you do?”

“I,” Wilford and the flowers he’d conjured wilted a little. “I didn’t do anything, I was just bringing you something.”

Dark felt bad for snapping and tried to reign in that boiling rage that he’d been using to distract himself from the constant pain, curling his hands into fists. “Alright, what is it?”

Wil gave a huge smile and seemed to perk right up, pulling the flowers behind his back. They looked pristine and beautiful. “Happy anniversary, Darkling. I remembered this time.”

Internally in his mind, Dark’s screams were more than from pain. This wasn’t the day that Wil and Dark had met in Egoton again after Dark began taking over the city and Wilford was little more than a public menace. It was the first time Dark and Wil had met in the Manor . . . as William began to go mad.

But Dark mentally caught up, forcing the body he was to stand up and accept the flowers. “Oh, thank you.”

Dark reached into the Void for the gift he’d planned to give him on their anniversary but he’d think of something new to give him on that day. It’s not like Wilford kept track of the days after all.

Holding out the box, Dark said, “Happy anniversary, my dear.”

Wilford jumped a bit in excitement and opened the gift to see a set of throwing daggers engraved with Wilford’s name and mustache. The hilt had something that Wil could spin and turn. Which he immediately started doing. “I love it.”

His eyes seemed to glimmer, “We should go out for a stroll. It’s getting late out and I love the way the moon hits your eyes.”

Dark meant to say no, that he was tired, his body hurt, but he looked at Wilford and decided that he didn’t want the man to step away from him. “Sure.”

“Excellent, let’s go,” Wilford grinned, offering out his arm.

“Let me clean myself up,” Dark evaded, placing the flowers in a vase he kept in the office in case Wilford strolled in with a gift or bribe for Dark. “Would you be a gentleman and get the door for me?”

Wilford used his aura to rip a hole in reality that led right into the master bedroom’s en-suite bathroom. Dark strolled through and shut the portal behind himself. The Entity tried to collect his thoughts and compose himself.

Dark gripped onto the door, leaning against it as he tried to will his stolen body to obey him. Dark glared into the mirror, staring at his stolen body. “You are mine now, and you will obey me.”

He continued to stare at “his” reflection and growled, “We are going to have a nice night with Wilford or I will break more of you in the process. Y/N is not getting you back.”

Slowly the pain receded to what Dark considered a manageable level. He forced his own aura into compliance as he checked his eyeliner and makeup, reapplying it as needed. Then he magically shifted into a new suit and tie. Once his self-investigation was passed, not a hair out of place to betray his still raging migraine, Dark opened up a portal to his office and back to Wilford who just smiled at him and Dark felt pretty successful. He took Wilford’s offered arm and Wilford led them out by portal into the city.

To what was supposed to be a nice walk, and then Dark promised himself he’d go home and have an early night.

But it didn’t happen.

None of it happened.

At first it was alright, peaceful. Wilford and Dark were walking around town as Wilford told Dark about his day. All of it was extremely exaggerated. He was sure that if Wilford had managed to find time to slip away and punch tigers in the Amazon — a creature that didn’t even live on that continent — Dark would have heard about it. But seeing Wilford smiling was brightening up Dark’s mood considerably. It was managing to drive the pain away. Dark didn’t know how it was possible but the world was just more bearable with him around.

Then Silver appeared, he flew in and slammed into Dark, the Entity barely able to get his aura up in time to shield him from the impact.

Wilford tried to grab Dark as he was ripped off his arm but wasn’t fast enough.

Dark’s body’s back protested the hit when he slammed against a building wall.

“Are you mad‽” Dark roared.

“Darkling!” Wil shouted out but he was cut off by Marvin who was just throwing spells at him to keep him occupied.

“No, I’m not letting you pull this, what are you up to,” Silver ordered.

Dark anger was boiling and now that his object of attention wasn’t Wilford or the kids, or someone of value to him, he lashed out at Silver, screaming in rage at him.

All the anger and pain that had been building up lashed out at the hero. He lunged at Silver and completely missed in the fight that Wilford was getting farther away from him, and that his own reserves were drying up much faster than expected.

Until finally the stolen, defiant, overtaxed body simply gave up. Dark felt a new, fresh, white hot pain lace up his nerves until it hit something in him and suddenly everything went black. His body had shut down on him. Forcing him to take the rest he should have taken hours ago.

Silver, for his part, stopped fighting when Dark suddenly locked up and dropped to the ground. At first he thought it was an act of some kind. He’d never seen Dark play the defenseless unconscious victim but after a minute or two he didn’t get up. He was just laying there. His aura nowhere in sight and the ringing gone.

So he ventured closer.

Nothing.

Silver tapped Dark on the shoulder, trying to wake him up.

Still nothing.

Tentatively Silver picked Dark up, finding that he was a lot lighter than he expected, but wasn’t sure if that was his super strength or not.

Even this didn’t rouse Dark from whatever happened.

Alarmed and concerned about whatever could make a force of nature, a demon as powerful as Dark sudden collapse with no warning, Silver called an immediate retreat. Whoever was dealing with the massive museum robbery five blocks over could keep fighting it but he wanted this area evacuated. Then he took off for the police station. They’d deal with this one step at a time.

To say Abe and the other officers were shocked when Silver flew in with Dark was an understatement. But Silver didn’t stop to answer questions until they’d placed Dark in a magic-proof container. It allowed nothing magical-related in or out once the doors were locked. Marvin had improved it since their last break out and Silver carefully placed Dark’s unconscious body — or Silver supposed it was actually Damien’s since that’s what he had been led to believe — on the cot. He was worried when he couldn’t feel a pulse or feel Damien breathing and Abe immediately tried to do compressions.

Marvin, when he arrived, successfully tricking Wil into going somewhere else to hide them some time, was ecstatic to find Dark in jail but less so when he found them trying to revive the Entity.

Silver demanded Marvin check to see if Damien was still in there and after a test with a white feather that turned a vibrant almost cyan blue, the three of them figured that the lack of a heartbeat or a pulse was just a dark thing. That if Damien was fine, it was alright.

Abe then locked up the cell and the whole thing buzzed with magic. For the next five minutes Dark didn’t move and everyone just waited with bated breath as Silver gave his report and slowly the situation became clear.

As it turned out, Dark and Wilford had absolutely nothing to do with the robbery. They were just in the wrong place at the wrong time, and Silver felt a little bad.

Granted Dark deserved to get his manipulative ass thrown in jail. He was a murderer, had stolen and lied before. He had successfully managed to corrupt every head of office the city’s government had ever had, countless people were in Dark’s back pocket. He’d destroyed people’s lives without batting an eye and mostly likely when he got out he would do so again. But this situation didn’t sit right with him.

Silver had attacked Dark unprovoked and something about this victory felt cheated. Like this victory hadn’t been either of their doing.

The hero noticed the grey staticky aura that normal clung to things Dark touched was leeching off his suit, revealing that instead of a black suit he had a very dark blue suit with matching pants and tie. Silver just stared at the suit, wondering if Dark’s suit had ever been black and he’d been playing a massive trick on them.

Three hours after closing the cell, Silver walked back in to check on Dark and saw the demon starting to pick himself up off the cot. He looked rough.

The hero rushed, “Fuck, Dark, you okay?”

Dark sat up and silently glared at Silver for a second before the chair that was bolted to ground was ripped off by Dark’s aura and thrown at the cell wall in Silver’s direction.

“Right, stupid question, sorry,” Silver apologized. “Hey so, there was a bit of a misunderstanding. Turns out you two had nothing to do with that robbery so we took that off your record.”

“So you’ll let me go?” Dark attempted.

“Oh fuck no,” Silver told him. “Between all the corruption and murder, and just being the fucking worst; we have enough to put you away for all of time.”

“Really?” Dark seemed to be in a slightly better mood than during their fight. “What time is it?”

“Bout 11, at night,” Silver told him. “Hey you want me to grab you a coffee, you look like you could use one.”

“Yes, thank you,” Dark told him, leaning back against the wall with his eyes closed. He seemed to be relaxing.

“How do you take it?” Silver asked.

Dark didn’t open his eyes, “No cream, two sugars.”

“You don’t take it completely black,” Silver asked, surprised.

Dark scoffed, “No.”

“Huh, I’ve been fighting you for so long, I feel like I should have known that,” Silver thought out loud.

The Entity didn’t give a response of how it was rightfully none of Silver’s business how Dark took his coffee. Silver left and Dark told the time not to investigate his cell but to relax. A bit. His nap had actually brought his migraine down to a dull buzz and Dark could deal with that. He could think. Most of the pain had left his body except for the slight neck, back and stomach pain that usually accompanied the body he was in.

Silver came back after a bit with a coffee and a bottle of water for him. “Hey so if you two had nothing to do with that heist, what were you doing?”

Dark’s first impression was to ask: “what heist?” But he figured that would give away the fact that Dark didn’t know what was going on all day. So he just answered, “It was anniversary night before you two showed up.”

“Oh,” Silver opened the little tray and slid the coffee onto the little table they kept just so no hands came in or out of the cell and disrupted the magical barrier. “Sorry about the date.”

Dark finally stood up, straightening out his suit jacket and sweeping his bangs back. He waved Silver off as he grabbed the cup, the cell bars between them as Dark swirled the coffee with his aura and took a sip. “Don’t be, I should have insisted staying indoors, Enjoy this victory, you won’t get another.”

“Marv’s gonna be riding this high for ages,” Silver warned.

“I’m sure,” Dark agreed in-between sips as he was still drinking his coffee.

“Hey, while I’ve got you here, can I ask you something?” Silver said.

“What, not going to pretend this will keep me?” Dark grinned as he gestured with the cup around the cell.

“Nah,” Silver shook his head, “I’ll come in tomorrow and you’ll be gone. Either you’ll pay someone off or you’ll find some other way out.”

“Hmmm,” Dark smiled and downed the last of his coffee, setting it down on the table. He sat down on the remaining space, resting an ankle up on his knee and looking very much like a caged tiger in a zoo. And the zoo only had ten-foot walls. “Ask away then, hero.”

“Why did you get kids,” Silver asked, “never took you for the familial-settle-down type.”

“I’m not and I’d kill you to maintain it,” Dark warned.

“Right, right,” Silver said, not believing it for a second. “But still you raised six kids. Six whole ankle biters with Wilford Motherluvin’ Warfstache. That just seems like something you planned.”

“The first one, absolutely not,” Dark admitted, “the next five, yes.”

“So how bad was it? Cause the stories I’ve heard sound ridiculous,” Silver chuckled. “Yancy said that Host filled a super soaker with hydrochloric acid once.”

“Ughhh!” Dark rolled his eyes, leaning back a bit. “Arthur was impossible, even more so when he started getting his powers. Illinois and Arthur always had this ridiculous rivalry I never understood.”

“Sounds like you two never had a dull moment,” Silver commented.

Dark made an amused little huff, “I wish I had known that your time traveler wasn’t as powerful as I had thought, I would have raised them differently. But there’s little point in that now.”

“Like how?” Silver crossed his arm in front of him.

“Let them see and experience more of the world. Kay and Bim would have enjoyed it.” Dark sighed. “That is my only true regret, not taking the time to do more research. I always assume the worst with your insane powers.”

“You raised a teenage daughter who can summon weapons, and only weapons out of thin air,” Silver reminded. “I can fly and lift stuff, which of us is the weird one.”

“You obviously,” Dark told him.

“I get it,” Silver joked, “you’re biased, she’s the perfect princess. I get it.”

“I always felt bad for Yan,” Dark admitted. “House full of boys, she always wanted a little sister when she was a child.”

“If you got the kids in the first place, what’s one more?” Silver asked.

Dark almost made a scoffing laughing sound, “A seventh one? We could barely handle six, are you insane?”

Silver just laughed at that, “Me? I’m the crazy one? I’m not the one who settled down with Wilford fucking Warfstache.”

“I always knew Wil would make a good father, even though he does get careless at times,” Dark told him. “Bim convinced me of that.”

Silver quiet for a little bit, “You know you’re a devious asshole and a complete bastard, and Wil is butt-fuck insane, but I’m actually really happy to know that you two actually took care of those kids. When I first figured out about Bim and King I was pissed and scared; but despite the lengthy criminal records, you didn’t do half bad.”

Dark didn’t like the fluttering emotion in his chest, so he scoffed and looked away, “If you’re quite done, I think I’ll take another nap before I leave. Keep your magician away if he wants to keep his hands.”

“Didn’t you just down a whole coffee?” Silver pointed out.

“Unlike you lower mortals, I don’t need the caffeine, I just like the coffee,” Dark told him and walked over to the cot and laid down. “Now go away.”

“Asshole,” Silver rolled his eyes but with a quick goodbye he let Dark be. Silver went to go talk to Abe and Marvin and during that time there was an alarm that went off and Silver rushed with Marvin to find the door of the cell had heavy damage, as if something had come underneath to dislodge the door and disrupt the spells keeping the cell locked down. There was already a Void portal closing in the cell as they raced in.

Marvin swore at losing Dark but Silver helped fix the door and then went home to get some rest. It was a long day.

“And there we go,” Wil smiled as he laid Dark down in the bed. Dark was in his pajamas and Wilford was gently combing his hands through Dark’s hair, kissing the top of his head. “I’m sorry it took us so long, Darky. Those brutes didn’t hurt you, did they?”

“No, I even got a nap out of it,” Dark dismissed, trying to downplay the incident.

“If I’m done,” Google reminded both of them he was still in the room from when Google had brought him through after helping with the cell door because the android wasn’t magical in nature.

“Yes, if you don’t come into work tomorrow, I won’t question it,” Dark told him.

Google didn’t look a gift horse in the mouth and left through a portal that Dark summoned for him. Leaving Wil and Dark alone.

“I should go back there and give them a piece of my mind,�� Wilford threatened angrily. “Putting you in that cage. I should have done something more. I had so many plans for tonight.”

“We’ll pick them up tomorrow, Wil. Come to bed, I’m tired.” Dark stroked the side of Wil’s face.

Wilford smiled lovingly, he changed into his own sleepwear and laid next to Dark, watching over him as he slept until Wilford too fell asleep, curled around his love protectively.