#now she can step on me in SPIKY leather

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A Surprise Visit - JJ Maybank × fem!reader

summary: JJ goes to visit his long time girlfriend y/n at college in New York, but not all is like he had thought it to be and he makes it his mission to set things right between them. || this plays after s3 with both of them having the Eldorado gold money to keep them afloat

word count: 9.1k

warnings: hurt/comfort, fighting, swearing, jealous!JJ, lies and uncovering them, y/n being bratty established relationship, biker!JJ, smut, JJ POV

smut warnings: p in v (unprotected), dvp (with toy), fem!masturbation with toy, grinding, oral (fem and male receiving), squirting, body worship, switch!JJ (first sub leaning, later dom leaning), creampie, cockwarming (on a technicality), shower sex, back shots, slow sex, overstimulation (fem and male), hair pulling

author's note: originally written as an au to one of my fics I have decided to change this into a y/n fic and hope you like it

When I got to the address that she had texted me a few weeks prior, I was a little surprised. It was a townhouse in Lower Manhattan, and it had taken me quite some time to get there after picking up the rental bike, which was now parked right out front. 

Yet I wasn't surprised about the fact that she was living in a townhouse that was probably more expensive than some of the mansions on Figure Eight, or that she had joined a sorority. No, I was more surprised by the fact that there was a rager being thrown inside, and she had told me that she was “solely focusing on her studies.” 

My footsteps felt heavy as I stepped up towards the front door and opened it without anyone stopping me-

“This party is invite only. You don't have one. I know everyone who was invited. Now leave,” a girl with spiky black and purple hair was standing in front of me. She was tall and had broad shoulders and a very mean glare in her eyes. 

“My girlfriend lives here,” I smiled at her, but she just clucked her tongue.

“The only one here with a boyfriend is Theresa, and he's already inside. So, fuck off to whatever hole you crawled out of.”

“Who's that?” Another girl jumped next to her and placed her head on the shoulder of the first girl. Her fae-like appearance stood in stark contrast to the first girl, especially with the long blonde and blue hair that fell down over her shoulder and arm. 

“No one. He was just about to leave,” the first girl sneered. 

“I'm not leaving. And I promise you, my girlfriend will be pretty pissed if you don't let me in,” I couldn't help but hiss at her just a little, but the faery girl wasn’t bothered at all by me. 

“What's her name? If you can give us a name, we can check back, and then you can come inside,” she smiled politely.

“No he won't-”

I interrupted the first girl as fast as I could. “Y/l/n. Y/n y/l/n,” I told the faery, and she started giggling.

“You? You and Tuna?” 

“Tuna?” I was a bit perplexed. Why did they call her after a massive fish that wasn't even pretty?

“I think her boyfriend would know that that's her nickname,” the dark haired girl crossed her arms in front of her chest. 

“Oh, come on, Lou. Even if he isn't, look at him-” the faery gestured at me; armored pants, zipped open leather jacket with a plain black shirt peeking out and a helmet on my arm. “If Tuna isn't having fun, someone will.” 

Lou looked me up and down before raising her eyebrow. “If I go in there and ask her where her boyfriend is, and she's giving me any different answer than-”

“It's a surprise. I didn't tell her because I didn't want her to not focus on her work. I was trying to surprise her, but I guess she wasn't that honest with me either.” I leaned to the side to look inside a bit more, the party was still going strong and- Was that y/n dancing with some guy? “Are you fucking kidding me?” I gasped, the two girls were completely forgotten as I pushed the door open some more and stepped inside and right towards y/n. 

I hadn't even made half the way when she picked up her head and looked straight at me. It felt like time had stopped, and we just stood there and stared at each other as if it was the first time I got to lay my eyes on her. 

A tight sparkly dress that accentuated every single curve, a pair of high heels that could poke your eyes out, and the red lipstick that I loved so much. She looked perfect. She looked more than perfect. She was ethereal. How had I survived the last few months without being able to actually look at her? 

The guy had vanished, and she stepped closer, so I did the same, meeting her in the middle of the room, and before I could say anything she had her legs wrapped around my core and I did my best to hold her up with my left arm while my right one was still occupied with holding onto the helmet. 

Her lips were as soft as ever, and she tasted sweet and a little drunk, but not too much to be concerning. Her hands raked through my hair and I moaned into her while my tongue kept exploring her mouth just like the first time. 

“Upstairs, now,” she whispered before letting go of me and I placed her down on the floor just for her to drag me towards the stairs. It didn't escape me that a few more heads had turned to watch us, but I didn't mind at all. Especially not the single holler that sounded like it came from the fae-like girl while y/n kept dragging me upstairs until they couldn't see us anymore. 

We stopped in front of a room on the third floor and I watched y/n fish a key from her bra and unlock her door. 

“I don't want anyone thinking it's okay to have sex in my room, you know,” she mumbled after turning the key and opening the door. It wasn't a big room, but it was enough. A decent sized bed that could comfortably hold two people, a small closet, a desk that stood in front of the window and a bookcase on the wall opposite the bed. 

“Understandable,” I grinned at her and fully stepped inside, just for her to close the door and lock it again. I put the helmet down on the desk and turned around to look at her again. The dim light that came into the room from the moon shining outside was reflected in all the glitter on her dress. 

“You look stunning, y/n/n,” I rasped and stepped closer, my hand finding her cheek and holding onto it. With the heels on, she was only two inches shorter than me, which was something I would never grow accustomed to. 

“You too, dumbass,” she whispered and put her hands in the back of my neck, pulling me into a kiss that would've lasted longer if I had managed to take off my jacket without standing up straight. 

“Fuck it,” I muttered and ripped the jacket off as fast as I could, and immediately rid myself of my shoes too, just for her to pull me back in. 

“Let's not leave this room until tomorrow morning, okay?” she smirked and bit her lip, connecting her lips to mine as soon as I had nodded a yes. 

She started fumbling with my belt and I took her hands and placed them on my shoulders instead so I had more space to take off my pants. And as soon as they laid on the floor, she pushed me onto the bed and straddled my seat, kissing me still and not planning on stopping anytime soon.

“Feels like you missed me a lot,” she moaned into me and rutted against my erection. If she kept going, I wouldn't last long, but I also didn't want her to ever stop. I was so hard that it was hurting, but I needed to appreciate every single little moment of it because I dreaded the moment I would have to drive back home while she would be staying here to finish her degree like we had planned it. 

“Y/n/n,” I whimpered as she dragged her cunt over my dick another time. “I need you so fucking bad, baby.”

“Need you too, J,” she hushed against my lips and kissed me again, while pulling up my shirt and only letting go for the second it took to pull it over my head and throw it somewhere else in the room. 

“God, how I missed this,” she mumbled while kissing herself down my body, hooking her fingers under the hem of my boxer briefs and pulling them down as soon as I had lifted my hips. 

“Maybe we should wait and-” but my words were cut short as she spat on my dick and started pumping it. And with a last delicious grin, she dove down and started sucking me off like I had never felt before. I only managed to fist her hair so it wouldn't be in her way, but other than that I was a mess of curses and moans, and it would've been embarrassing if I didn't know how much she loved to hear me like that. 

Her tongue was swirling around my tip, head bobbing up and down so far that she let me hit the back of her throat every single time. Her saliva was dripping down my balls and onto the sheets. 

I wanted to hold on for some more, to not seem too desperate, but I couldn't and with a single thrust upwards into her hollowed cheeks, I spilled my cum down her throat. Panting, I let my head fall back completely while she kept pumping me and licking the last of my cum off my cock. 

“That was-” I panted, and she pulled me up to kiss me again. Tasting myself on her lips and tongue was another thing I would never get used to, no matter how much we did it. 

“I missed you a lot,” she giggled and hugged me tightly. 

“Fuck- Missed you more- Holy shit,” I was still rambling as I tried to come down from my high. 

Yet it didn't take me any more than a few seconds to be rock hard again as I watched her get up and take her dress off to reveal a black lingerie set that I had never seen before. 

“This is new,” I noted and held my hand out for her, and she took it, stepping in between my legs and nodding somewhat shyly. 

“Bought it last week. Want me to take it off?” she asked softly, and I shook my head. 

“If anyone is going to take that off you, it's gonna be me, princess.” And with that I picked her up and threw her on the bed. 

My lips connected to her soft, warm and sweet skin as I took my time to explore every single inch of her, just like I always did. I knew she was waiting for more. I knew she hated being edged on like that. And yet, I couldn't help myself. She was too perfect for me to not worship her the way she should always have been, from the day she was born until the day she died. 

“You smell like heaven,” I simpered and nuzzled into her lower abdomen, moving to her hips and softly nibbling on the flesh, making her gasp with it. 

“J, please,” she begged, and I smirked, crawling up to have my head level to hers and planting a kiss on her lips. 

“Will you let me do this my way, princess?” I rasped and she nodded quickly. “Good girl.” As a thank you I squeezed her nipple and she bit down on her bottom lip to not scream. 

I kissed her a bit harder, enough for her back to arch up and let me unhook her bra, but not yet taking it off. I rolled down the lace and cupped her tits while kneeling in between her legs. Y/n had gotten a new tattoo on her rib cage, right under her right tit. It was a small, very fine line of a stylized wave, but from a certain angle it looked like a J, and I let my thumb run over it.

“For you,” y/n breathed heavily. “I got that one for you.” 

“I figured, my love,” I chuckled and started kissing up the valley of her breasts before turning to each separately. Squeezing them and then taking her bra off. My lips and teeth closed around her nipple, and she moaned loudly as I flicked and tugged and basically tortured the small bud. Screaming even louder when I turned my full attention to the other side. My hips moved on their own account, and her hands gripped the sheets harder as my dick kept poking at her entrance. 

“Please,” she begged another time, and I stopped to move down and pull her slip off. 

“Fucking gorgeous. Look at you. All of that just for me,” I rambled and ran my fingers over her wet folds, dipping in between just a tiny bit, just enough to make her gasp. “You are dripping already, baby,” I praised her, and she mewled. 

She was right, though, and I couldn't deny it anymore. With a loving smile on my lips, I pressed my face into her seeping cunt. 

My tongue leapt at her folds, and I couldn't stop myself from moaning at how good she tasted. 

It didn't take long for her to spill out onto my tongue and scream my name while doing so, but I didn't even think of stopping anytime soon. 

My lips closed around her clit, sucking and tormenting it relentlessly, while my fingers curled up inside her and my own hips kept rutting against the mattress trying to find the tiniest of release for my aching hard dick that felt like it was about to explode just by the way she was squeezing my fingers. 

“J- J, is’ too much,” y/n moaned, but I knew her body, every little notion it gave me had been ingrained in my memory upon seeing it for the very first time. 

“Gimme one more, darling,” I groaned. “Cum for me, baby.”

Her back arched up, and she screamed curses and musings all the same while coating my fingers with her delicious cum. 

“Good girl,” I praised her and licked off my fingers just for her to pull on my hand and do it for me. 

“You're here,” she panted and pulled me closer, wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug.

“Yeah, of course I'm here. I was starting to wonder if you were still real,” I joked, but the thought had haunted my mind once or twice before, especially at night. The nightmares had been the worst, and without my friends and the constant late night calls to y/n I wouldn't have made it out without going crazy. 

“I missed you, I missed this,” she whispered and kissed me longingly. “Touching you. Feeling you. Watching you closely.”

“Fucking love you so much, y/n/n,” I hushed and kissed her again, rolling herself onto me and rutting her hips over my hard-on. 

“Need you so bad, J. Please let me fuck you,” she begged as I reached my hand out to stroke over her tit. 

“What if I wanna do other things first?” I smirked, and she whined almost instantly, rubbing herself over me with more purpose. “Shit, I'm gonna cum,” I panted as I felt my balls tighten, and she moved faster, pressing her thumb to my tip and drawing soft circles on it as I moaned under her. 

“Look at you being such a good boy for me,” y/n mused and kept gently squeezing my cock just enough to get all of my release from it. 

“Your toy- where-” I broke out in between pants, and she returned my question with a pout. 

“Why?” 

“Fuck- Promise will be good- One more- Please,” I breathed heavily as she had her hand around my neck. 

“Maybe,” she whispered and pushed her fingers into my mouth, making me suck on them, and I did it without thinking twice about it. “Will you behave and finally fuck me if I let you do this one last thing?” 

I nodded diligently, and she pulled her fingers from my throat with a pop escaping my lips around them. 

Then she got up and opened the drawer of her nightstand, revealing not just one vibrator like I had imagined but a multitude of different toys in different shapes and sizes and colors.

“That's a lot,” I grinned at her, and she pulled out a bunny vibrator, it was about the same length as my dick, just slimmer. 

“This one's my favorite,” she smiled and handed it to me. “It's waterproof too, so I can take a bath sometimes.” 

“What about the rest?” I asked and leaned over to look at the different variations, but she closed the drawer before I could reach inside. 

“I don't use the rest much, they were more trial and error devices I guess,” y/n shrugged and sat down next to me. 

“Maybe we can still find some use for them,” I whispered and held the soft silicone device to her nipple before pushing the button to turn the toy on.

“God!” she yelped and jumped a little, but I held her in place, making her squirm under the pleasure the vibrations caused on her sensitive bud. 

“I want you to fuck yourself with this. I wanna know what you do to yourself when you think of me late at night,” I rasped into her ear before kissing her neck and holding onto the other side of it so she couldn't move away from me. 

“Lonely mornings and bored afternoons and so very horny nights with no one here to take care of me,” she moaned quietly as I set the intensity to the second level. 

“How many times do you make yourself cum, baby, tell me,” I rasped again, and she sighed, her hand coming up to grasp into my hair. 

“I lost count,” she answered, and I nipped at her neck. “Until the sheets are soaked. I only stop to clean up.” 

“You won't have to clean up this time, princess,” I whispered and pulled her earlobe between my teeth. 

“I won't stop until you tell me to?” she asked, a bit raspy, and I nodded, my nose brushing over her ear. 

“No stopping until I say so,” I repeated, and she took the vibrator from my hand. 

“There's lube on the bedside table,” she said, and I grasped for it, watching her put a miniscule amount of it on the tip of the toy before moving it down to her entrance and swiping over it once or twice to spread the product.

She turned her head to look at me, batting her eyes and biting her lip, a small gasp leaving her as she thrusted the device into herself for the first time. 

My thumb got caught on her bottom lip as I gazed into her glossy eyes, pulling it down before leaning in to kiss her, swallowing her moans as I did. 

“Now pretend like I'm not here, like I'm just in your head, darling,” I whispered and moved away to sit at the foot end of the bed. 

It was a show for a lifetime to see her make herself cum over and over again, moaning and squirming, throwing her legs up high one moment, and closing them harshly around her own wrist as she kept fucking herself, in the other. She was squirting so much that I feared we would need to buy a whole new mattress once I was done with her. 

And there she was, her legs propped up and the toy slipping from her fingers, drenched in her juices, and it was impossible to hold out any longer. 

With a quick move, I pushed myself between her legs, holding her hand fast on the toy that still remained inside her pussy. 

“You think you'll manage two?” I asked with a smirk, grabbing for the lube that was still lying next to her. 

Tears had started to stream out of her eyes at the overwhelming pleasure she had already brought herself, but her eyes were filled with an intriguing confusion. “What?” 

“I'm gonna fuck you while this pretty thing stays inside you,” I hushed and covered my dick in lube. It was a stupid idea, but I had always wanted to try it, and I certainly wouldn't share her with anyone else. No chance. 

“What if-” 

“That's what save words are for, cupcake,” I hushed against her lips before kissing her. “Just relax, baby. It's all gonna be fine,” I tried to calm her down as I lined myself up, the tiny vibrations of the toy against my tip were already overwhelming me a little, so I decided to turn it off until I had managed to fill her out. 

“Ready?” I asked, and y/n gave me a nod and a hushed yes, making me smile proudly. 

She started gasping and cursing me out the farther I pushed in, but she never once mentioned the safe word, so I kept going, slowly and carefully to not hurt her too much. 

“You're doing so great, baby,” I praised her, and she swatted at me in response.

“You have- Fucking hell, JJ! Such a stupid- God! Very stupid idea,” she cursed me out while moaning. 

"Want me to stop?” I lifted my eyebrow at her and gave her a lopsided grin.

“Don't you fucking dare stop,” she gasped, and I pushed in a bit farther. 

“Just a few more, princess. Fuck, you're so tight, baby,” I moaned. Maybe it was a bad idea to try this before actually fucking her like I had planned to, but my plans never worked out like I wished them. I hadn't been inside her since she had left for college a few months ago, and this was worse than anything I had ever imagined. 

“J, ‘s too much, please,” she begged, black mascara filled tears staining her cheeks. 

“Nearly there,” I mumbled, right before groaning louder than I thought possible while bottoming out. “Shit, this is tight. God, I love you.” 

“What now?” she whispered, and I leaned in to kiss her, the slight shift made her moan instantly.

“Now, I'll turn this pretty thing back on, and then I'm going to fuck you like never before,” I rasped, and she kissed me with even more passion than before, pulling on my hair and forcing her tongue into my mouth. 

As soon as the vibrations started, I felt like I was about to explode. The tip of the toy was nudging against my own and I lost all control over my body. I came with a loud groan and y/n took the advantage of my ineptitude and started to slowly pull the device out, just a little before forcefully ramming it back inside, making both of us scream. 

“Wanna kill me?” I asked jokingly, and she smirked through tired, glassy eyes. 

“You started this, I'm ending it,” she hushed and kept thrusting the device in between us. I could barely manage to hold myself up over her and not cum every time the toy pushed against my cock, which was made worse because she kept intensifying the vibrations until I came again, biting down on her shoulder, so I didn't wake all of New York by screaming her name. 

“Kiwi,” I breathed heavily, and she immediately turned off the vibrator and slowly pulled it out, laying it onto the mattress right next to our hips. 

“I won,” she whispered in my ear with a light giggle. 

“Next time, I'll be more prepared for it,” I breathed heavily, and she pulled my face towards hers, brushing some of my sweaty strands from my face. 

“Next time we'll use a better toy for it,” she whispered against my lips before kissing me harshly, and clenching around my semi-hard that was still nestled inside her. 

“Not done yet?” I asked with a smile, and she shook her head while biting her lip. 

“You promised.” Her hand traveled down between us until she reached my balls, gently rolling them in between her pretty fingers while I became an even worse babbling mess than just five minutes earlier. “Please, JJ,” she begged, and there was no way of denying her. 

I fucked her slow, never letting my eyes leave her own, sharing whispered musings and loving confessions. If there had ever been a place I called home, it could always be found in her; in the way she looked at me, or how she smiled, or the way she never questioned the importance of my interests and actions, but most of all it could be found in the way she had made me love slow, sensual sex more than anything else we ever tried. In the end, we would always go back to it because it was such a clear contrast to our daily life, and it was so much more than just calming and fulfilling; it was pure love like I had never experienced it before she came along. 

“I love you so fucking much,” I whispered and let my forehead fall back to hers after brushing through her hair. 

“I love fucking you so much, too,” she giggled, and I thrusted a bit harsher at her words. “Oh God!” she gasped and dug her fingernails into my shoulders. “Make me cum, JJ, please.” 

So, I fucked her harsher, still painfully slow but with more purpose, nudging at her cervix until she was screaming again, and then I watched her lose herself, and she drifted away a bit, her eyes went blank for just a moment until I connected my lips to hers, and she came back to me just as I filled her up and pushed my cum deeper into her for what felt like the millionth time that my night. 

“Thank you,” she panted and slung her arms around me a bit tighter before drifting off to sleep, and I didn't complain about it as I was rather tired myself.

We would get cleaned up the next morning, it wasn't that big of a deal and I really didn't like the idea of having to leave her as she was still fully wrapped around me. 

I woke up from the early morning sun shining through the half opened blinds, illuminating her perfect body that was curled up next to me. I sat up, planting my feet into the mattress and leaning my head on my knees as I watched her. Steady breaths that lifted her chest and belly, the glistening skin and smudged make-up from the night before, hair messy and lips slightly parted as small inaudible mumbles left her throat. 

I wanted to touch her, to kiss her and feel her body against mine just like I had all night long, but I refrained from it. She needed her sleep, and I wasn't going to steal more of it than I already had. 

On soft soles, I got up, pulled a fresh pair of boxers out of my backpack and made my way to the bathroom. It was 7am on a Saturday after a night of partying. I was the only one awake. 

After a quick shower, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen. Luckily the house wasn't as much of a mess as I had expected, so I started to clean up a little, just enough to make a good impression. 

When the trash was dealt with, I got to cleaning some of the dishes, because I needed something to eat out of, not because I was prone to doing the dishes. 

With a bowl of cereal in my hand, I leaned back against the counter, eating and wondering who these people were that y/n had chosen to live with. 

“Food only for residents,” someone yawned close by, and I looked up to see the dark haired girl from last night, Lou, in a crop top and boxer short sleep combo. 

“Good morning to you too,” I rolled my eyes and went back to eating in peace. 

“It's not. I couldn't sleep. You were loud,” she complained, and I huffed, but I didn't reply anything. 

“Isn't this a beautiful morning?” A girl I hadn't yet seen came in from the back door. She was wearing a full set of sports clothes and her light brown hair was fixed in a strong ponytail. “Oh, who's that?” she asked Lou. 

“Tess, asshole. Asshole, Theresa,” Lou replied in a monotonously annoyed voice. 

“JJ,” I said, and suddenly both their heads perked up. “What?” 

“Nothing,” Theresa squeaked and blushed. 

“I don't know why the fuck she even lives with you guys,” I mumbled to myself, but I wanted them to hear it and get annoyed. I didn't like not knowing what they knew about me, what y/n had told them, and I especially didn't like that they knew my name but hadn't known that I was her boyfriend. 

Half an hour later, the kitchen was filled by five girls and me. They had each introduced themselves politely, and each one had made a similarly high-pitched sound when I introduced myself. The eerie feeling in my gut wouldn't go away until someone might finally decide to fess up. 

The elvish girl from the night before was called Bella, and Louisa, aka Lou, was her girlfriend. And that was more shocking to me than the fact that they all looked at me like I was a ghost. 

Rebekah was just as tall as Louisa, but slimmer and with more hair, dyed red in her case. And Cara was British, and two whole heads smaller than me, which made talking to her a bit uncomfortable for the both of us, but we managed. 

None of them seemed to mind much that I had nothing but underwear on, but it became apparent that all of them had bore witness to how y/n, and I had spent the night. Even more so when she came into the kitchen, dragging her feet and heading straight for my chest. 

“Good morning, princess,” I smiled at her as her arms closed around me, and she planted a few kisses on my chest before laying her head against my shoulder. 

“Morning, dumbass,” she mumbled, and I held onto her, not planning on letting go anytime soon. 

“You look like shit,” Lou said, but there was a small laugh hanging in the air after the words had left her, and as soon as y/n had flipped her off, the laughter tumbled out quickly and quietly.

“Tired,” y/n muttered, and I let my hand run over her back. The black shirt of mine was loose on her body and I couldn't wait to wear it again just to bathe in her scent. 

“This was what the best sex of your life sounds like?” Rebekah asked, and y/n tensed around me. 

I took her chin in my hand and lifted her head to look at me. “The best one? Really?” 

“Who else would it be?” she whispered, and I leaned down to kiss her as softly as I could to not hurt her swollen lips anymore. She hadn't even thought about getting cleaned up at all. She looked just like she had when I had awoken two hours ago.

“Tuna and the secrets. Could be a quiz show,” Bella giggled and brought us both back to reality.

“Yeah, Tuna?” I looked at y/n and she rolled her eyes. 

“I just left out some minor details. It's not that bad,” she argued.

“Minor details being that you do have a boyfriend, and he didn't know you didn't tell us, and he's also very pissy,” Louisa countered. 

“I'm not pissy,” I complained, and y/n raised her eyebrow at me. “All right, I am, but you can't fucking blame me. You were the one to not tell them about us, and the only reason I got inside was because I had to force myself in after watching you grind up to some asshole.”

She let go of me and stepped back, her angry eyes locked down on me, but I didn't really care. If a fight was what it took, then I would have to take it. 

“I was not grinding up to anyone,” she hissed. 

“That's the part you are focusing on?” I huffed. “I saw you do it, don't fucking start and tell me I'm wrong when I know what I saw!” 

“That's exactly it. You're so fucking jealous all the time. Oh, the cashier smiled at me? The guy in the diner looked at me for two seconds too long? Get a grip, JJ!” she yelled at me. 

“That one didn't just smile, he wrote his number on the receipt while I was standing right next to you! And you don't even wanna know what the other one was doing, all right,” I snapped back and she laughed hysterically. 

“Why did you even come here if all you wanted to do was get your dick wet and yell at me?” she screamed, and a few tears fell down her cheeks, and I knew I had gone too far. I didn't know where or how, but it needed to stop. 

“Y/n/n,” I whispered and took a step over to her, but she backed away. 

“No,” she shook her head, but I took another step. 

“Papaya,” I whispered, and she stopped moving and let me hug her. Dumbest safe word ever, but it did the trick. 

“I love you, princess, and I missed you,” I whispered, and she looped her arms around me. 

“I love you too, pretty boy,” she replied just as quietly but pulled away a moment later. 

“That's not the only reason you came here, though. It's mid-season, on a good weekend, no storms coming in- Why are you here and not home?” she bludgeoned me. 

“Can I not keep a little secret to myself? I mean, you got some too,” I tried to get her to smile, but she didn't want to. 

“Low blow, dude,” Lou said from behind us, and I was reminded that all of this had been visible to them. All of it. 

“Don't comment on shit you got no clue about,” I turned a little to glare at her. 

“Don't talk to her like that, that's my best friend,” y/n snapped at me, and I had to laugh. 

“Oh, you gotta be kidding me. Is this it? The version of yourself you ‘hate’ so much?” I drew the quotation marks with a bit more gusto to underline how stupid she was acting. 

“There's no ‘versions’, there's just me,” my girlfriend countered and threw her hair to the side, and at that moment she reminded me of all the Kook chicks that I hated, the same ones she had hated with me. 

“Money changes people,” I said, and took for the stairs. I needed to leave. Coming here had been a mistake and a huge one at that because all I could feel was my chest getting tighter and tighter, something that hadn't happened in a long time when it came to y/n. 

“JJ, wait!” she yelled after me, her steps sounded heavy on the stairs, but I didn't turn around to look at her. I couldn't cave and forget all that I had just found out about her new little life in the city. 

“I'm leaving, I'll just stay in a hotel until I can go home.” I huffed and picked up the dirty clothes of mine that were scattered on her floor. 

“JJ, let me explain,” she begged while standing in the opened door. 

“No. You had months in which you could've explained it to me or to them. But you didn't. Instead, you lied. You lied about me, about the Pogues, and most of all about yourself,” I spat out and she winced. 

“Papaya,” she mumbled, but I shook my head. 

“No, not this time. The only way this is ending is if you let me leave right the fuck now, or if you finally tell me the truth.” I was almost begging her to tell me why she had done it, but she was stubborn, even more stubborn than me. 

“You got what you wanted then? A good fuck that'll last another few months? Is that it?” she sneered, and I scoffed and shrugged.

“Yeah, exactly, that's all I wanted. That's why I drove up here for hours on my own, because I needed to get my dick sucked by some bratty little-” I stopped her hand before it could land in my face, and she stared at me in shock. Verbal fighting was our thing, but we had never purposefully tried to physically hurt each other, so this was a first for both of us. 

“I'm sorry. I don't know what- why- I-” she started babbling and then crying and sobbing. 

“I just wanna know why you put up this fake whatever the fuck it is, because I really hate it. I know it's not you,” I whispered after pulling her into a hug. 

“I love you, I do,” she mumbled into me, but I couldn't say it back, not unless I knew what else she had lied about. 

“We should sit down,” I noted and pulled her towards the bed and made her sit down.

“What happened?” I whispered and brushed over her cheek so she would look at me. Her beautiful y/e/c eyes were filled with tears, and the day-old makeup was running down her cheeks. My eyes searched the room and landed on a pack of makeup wipes on her nightstand. With the wipes in my hand, I sat back down and started gently cleaning her up while she collected herself enough to be able to speak without breaking out into tears again. 

“I don't know. I wanted to be honest, but then- It's complicated,” she muttered. 

“I think I'll be able to follow, I'm smart, remember?” I whispered and she smiled a little. 

She spent the next half hour explaining to me how she had first lived with Louisa in a dorm and how they had both applied for the sorority and had managed to get in without many issues. How she was quick at making friends with the other four, and how good it felt to have real girl-friends that didn't judge her all the time because they didn't know every little dark secret. But that was where it ended with the truth. She had switched up quite a lot when it came to her backstory. 

For example, she had told them her mom was dead, not her dad, but that he was always on business trips and never home. And that I was her summer love, not her boyfriend of nearly three years. They knew about Kie, but not about the rest of the Crew. But they did know of her ex-girlfriend, all about her actually, more than I knew. 

“So, they don't know anything about what we went through? Nothing?” I asked for probably the millionth time, and she shook her head. 

“If I tell them that I lied, they'll hate me, J,” she whispered and started crying again. 

“Guess we have to take that risk, ‘cause I'm not going down there and pretend like I'm just your summer love, cupcake,” I smiled at her. 

“What about the rest?” she whispered. 

“Maybe you should mention your mom, in case she plans a surprise visit too, but other than that, I can hold up a lie,” I winked at her, and she threw herself into my arms.

“Thank you,” she squealed and started kissing me all over. 

“Princess, I have something else to say,” I managed to press out, and she lifted herself off me after having pushed me into the mattress. 

Her wide doe eyes would’ve made me cave, instantly, always, but this time I had already planned to tell her, so it didn't do much but make my dick twitch. 

“I’m not just here because I missed you. I'm also here because I'm picking up a bike, a new one,” I said and she bit her lip. 

“A pretty one?”

“And fast too,” I smirked, and she leaned down to kiss me again. “I have the rental out front if you wanna go for a ride.”

“I'm not even cleaned up yet, and I didn't have breakfast,” she mumbled and tipped her index finger against her cheek while pretending to think hard about the decision. “I think I have time.” 

“Oh, you think?” I gasped and turned us around and started tickling her a little until she screamed and squealed and laughed so much that I heard someone run up the stairs to see what was going on. 

“And here I thought he killed you,” Cara was standing in the doorway, leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed in front of her chest. 

“Yeah, as if I could ever lose you,” I mumbled and kissed y/n as passionately as I could. My hand that had been holding onto her cheek, slipped down to hold her neck, squeezing just enough for her to gasp a little. 

“I'm still here,” Cara reminded me of her existence, and I pulled out of the kiss while leaving a few dozen more pecks on y/n's soft lips. 

“J, please,” she whispered, and I let off completely, standing up and running my hand through my hair. I hadn't felt this all over the place ever since we had decided to settle down together. Ever since the treasure hunt had been finished. And I was sure she knew exactly what she was doing to me. 

“Cara, can you ask the others to meet me in the garden in an hour? I think I have some explaining to do,” y/n spoke softly, and Cara nodded before giving me another narrow eyed glare and then leaving just as fast as she had appeared.

“Okay, now I should really get ready,” y/n sighed, and I pulled her up and into my arms. 

“We had a fight,” I whispered with a smirk on my lips. 

“We did.” 

Perhaps my implication wasn't strong enough, so I cupped her cheeks and whispered, “maybe a part of me did come here solely to get my dick wet, but you're so good at that. The best, actually. Who could ever blame me, darling.” 

“Not me, not even a little. Just be upfront about it next time,” she stuck her tongue out at me and slipped away from me and towards the bathroom. 

The door wasn't locked. She was basically inviting me in. And as soon as I stepped inside and locked the door, I heard her groan. Deep and raspy, and it sent a jolt of desire through my body. 

“If you don't get in here- Oh god- I'll be done before you can start-” Her words were cut off by gasps and moans, and I had no other choice but to step into the huge shower. Maybe it was too much to ask of her to not play with me like she did- As if I actually ever would've said no to her, but I should at least keep up the facade. 

I watched as she played with herself, the strong water stream pointing straight at her clit, while her other hand was occupied with thrusting her pretty fingers into her perfect cunt. Her head was thrown back against the tile, mouth agape as she moaned through a smile and her eyes fixed on me. 

“So close,” she panted, and I stepped closer, taking the shower head from her hand and putting it away. The whimper that left her upon the sudden change and her glossy eyes made my dick even harder, if that was even possible by now. 

“You’ve been a real brat this morning, baby,” I rasped and pulled her hand from her pussy, sucking every single finger off individually until there was nothing of her arousal left on them. 

“You should put me in my place,” she whispered and looked at me with hopeful eyes. 

I twirled a wet curl of hers in between my fingers before tucking it behind her ear with a smile. “Oh, I plan on doing exactly that.” 

“Ahh!” she gasped loudly as I thrusted my middle and ring finger into her core, curling them just like she loved it. 

“That's it. I'm the only one who gets you to make all those pretty noises. Isn't that right, cupcake?” I asked as she dug her fingernails into my shoulder and biceps, trying to hold onto literally anything while I brought her to her orgasm. 

I slowed my movements after she still hadn't answered, and she whimpered in response.

“Please, JJ, so close,” she begged, but I shook my head, just to have her whine some more. 

“Gotta answer my question first, princess. Who's the only one for you? The best you ever had? Tell me!” I demanded, and she cried out my name as I thrusted my fingers harder into her seeping cunt. My thumb was caught on her clit, drawing harsh circles and making her twitch with it. 

She kept clenching around my fingers, refusing to let go. My lips connected to her neck and her hand went to my head almost instantly. Tugging on my hair as I kept kissing and licking her soft skin. 

“Don't you wanna cum for me? Make me proud, baby?” I whispered with a light growl swinging in my voice, and she moaned a little louder at it. 

Moving my fingers became increasingly more difficult with the hold she had on me while cumming, but I still pushed her through it until my whole hand was covered in her juices. 

Usually I would've helped her stay up and recollect herself, but I was too eager and it was still a punishment. 

“Kneel,” I ordered, and she followed on wobbly knees, holding onto my thighs as her head became level with my hard dick. 

I spread her cum over my cock with a few purposeful strokes, trying my best to not moan over what was to follow. 

“Open up and stick your tongue out,” I told her as she kept looking up at me with her doe eyes. And once her tongue lay flat, I placed my dick onto it, spraying my precum in her mouth and pulling away again to see her swallow it like it was the most normal thing to do. 

“I'm gonna fuck your throat now, princess, and I won't stop unless you use the safe word,” I told her, and she gave me a cocky smile. 

“Don't you mean safe slap?” 

“That just granted you another round of not being allowed to do anything but follow orders. You really into that shit, aren't you?” I huffed, but she didn't reply and simply opened her mouth for me. 

I started gentle, testing the waters because we hadn't done this in a long time and I needed to be sure that she was okay, but she kept on massaging my butt and swirling her tongue for me to indicate that she was more than okay with what was happening. Slow thrusts became harsher as I grew closer to my orgasm.

My eyes were fixed on her while my arm was propped up against the tile to make me not lose my stance in the process. And there was something to it. To seeing her completely at my mercy, tears staining her cheeks and saliva trickling down her chin, while her eyes were wide as she looked up at me. I was being rough, maybe a little too rough considering that she wanted to be able to talk later, but it was a punishment after all. Her mouth was warm and wet, and she looked like a goddess, moaning around my cock and trying not to gag too much as I kept pushing farther. Her tongue lapped at my tip, pressing against it every time I pulled back and then instantly giving me space again to thrust into her throat another time. Y/n’s lips were past swollen. They were red and strained, and I couldn't wait to kiss her and hear her tiny whine after. I thought about how I had to wash off the lipstick stain she had put on my cock the night before, and it made me jolt a little. Her nails dug into my ass, and it made me even more feral for her, nearly cumming already, but I restrained myself. 

“Want me to stop? Had enough?” I asked, and she moved her eyes from left to right, signaling a no. I knew she was as much into this as I was. Maybe it was even worse like this because she wasn't even the one receiving anything from it, not that I considered it an unfair deal, but at least when I got to eat her out I could do much more to her than she initially asked for, and she wasn't always capable of saying no to me. 

“You're so perfect. Fuck, princess-” Y/n managed to hollow her cheeks some more, putting so much pressure onto my cock that I had an even harder time pulling out, but the thrust in was like heaven and hell combined. She moaned around me, and I threw my head back, pushing my dick so far into her that I was scared she wouldn't be able to breathe. But before I could check on her well-being she started moving her head, taking me even faster than I had managed, and with a few more pumps I was shooting my cum into her, and she swallowed it all while gazing up at me. 

“Did I do good?” y/n whispered and gave me the most innocent look she had in herself while her hand held onto my cock, softly stroking it and hitting her lips with it. 

“Fucking gorgeous,” I panted and pulled her up to kiss her. “My perfect little cock slut,” I hushed against her lips, and she squirmed instantly. She was mewling, tiny delicious noises leaving her throat as I held onto it and forced my tongue into her mouth.

“Punish me, J,” she gasped, and I smirked before spinning her around, my hand still fast around her throat while the other slid down between her legs and toyed with her pulsating clit. She always got so riled up while sucking my dick that it was hard to not want to eat her out in return every single time. 

I took a step back and pulled her with me, her ass pressing harshly against my semi-hard dick. She seemed to notice it and started pushing against me even more. 

“Don’t,” I hissed, and she whimpered in response to my fingers closing a bit harsher around her throat. “For that, I won't let you cum,” I growled before letting go of her throat and pushing her down, so her head could lean against the tile. 

“‘m so sorry, J, won't do it again,” y/n cried softly and reached for my hand that was still between her legs. 

My eyes fell to her back for the first time since I had arrived, and I was surprised to see a tattoo adorning her spine. The fine lavender flower bloomed on her lower back, right in the center of it. 

“When did you get this, princess?” I asked while my index finger traced over the ink. 

“The first week I got here, Lou came with me, that's why I lied because I didn't know how to-” She started rambling, and I put my hand over her mouth. 

“Doesn't matter. All good now,” I whispered and leaned down to kiss her back right below where the stem of the flower started. 

“Do you like it?” y/n asked as if it wasn't already clear to her that I loved it, and had always loved the mere idea of it. 

“Fucking perfect, and the small bumblebee,” I kissed the small insect that was placed right next to a few leaves.  “Love you so fucking much,” I murmured against her skin. Then I pulled my head back up and pumped my dick a few times before lining myself up and slowly pushing into her, with a groan leaving both of us.

“I get to take you like this every time you act like a bitch towards me, but maybe that's just what you want,” I breathed heavily while she moaned and gasped in response to my heavy and fast thrusts. I hoped the running water was and had been enough to dampen all the pretty sounds she gave me, but I also didn't really care about it. If they had heard us last night, they might as well hear us now, was all I could actually think of. 

“So deep,” she moaned and pressed her cheek against the cold tile. 

“You feel so good, baby,” I grunted, slamming into her, causing her to yelp. The sounds she gave me filled the room just as much as my skin slapping against hers. It was hot and heavy, and I was so close, but I knew I couldn't hold up my promise. I knew I wouldn't be able to go on with the day if I didn't let her cum. 

My hand found her neck again, and I pulled her up, flush against my chest. I started nibbling on her earlobe while my other hand was putting some more pressure on her clit until she screamed and begged. 

“It's okay,” I whispered into her ear. “You can let go now, my love. I want you to soak me, baby.”

And her orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks. It felt like she was trying to rip my dick off, that's how hard she came, and I couldn't move anymore, not until she was done. 

“Y/n/n- Fuck- Relax, princess,” I cursed, and she slumped in my arms, her cunt lost the grip it had on me and I managed to keep on fucking into her until I finished. But I didn't grant her the satisfaction of feeling me cum inside her, instead I pulled out just in the right moment to spray my seed all over her back, especially on the new tattoo. 

“That's how it's supposed to look like,” I grinned and let my hands run over her perfect perky tits, and she just nodded, completely exhausted by all of it. 

“Can I turn around?” y/n mumbled, and I spun her around and wrapped my arms around her back. 

“You good?” 

“That was a whole lot for how long you've been here,” she giggled lightly, and I let my forehead fall to hers, smiling at her. 

“Have to hold up the good reputation,” I hushed, and her lips got caught on my own, chasing them in a hot and mind-boggling kiss. 

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Anything from the Temeraire or Torchwood sections of the RoL Crossovers?

So the concept behind the Temeraire crossover that I've been playing around with is still a bit loose, but the general idea is that some practitioners serve in the aerial corps because dragons And magic is a very fun concept, although I've yet to decide if Nightingale is the last active wizard or not. (Tbh he probably is, I just haven't figured out what happened to the rest of them yet.) And, as this snippet would suggest, Molly is a dragon:

Just as Temeraire was about to seize the cow of his choice, a small black and white dragon appeared out of nowhere and stole it out from underneath him in a gliding swoop. She sailed off down the valley with her ill-gotten prize, moving as quickly and as silently as she had arrived.  “Oh!” exclaimed Temeraire, outraged. “Oh! Laurence, that dragon stole my cow!” He was bristling, backwinging as if he was about to chase after her. Laurence tried to reassure him.  “There are plenty of other cows, my dear,” he called.  “Yes, but that one was mine.” Despite Laurence's best efforts, he pursued the smaller dragon down the valley. Perhaps knowing she would be outmatched on speed, the little black and white creature tried manoeuvring and looped back to fly over the heads of the onlookers and land in the courtyard. She dropped her now-dead prize on the ground and stood over it, hissing viciously in Temeraire’s direction and lashing out occasionally with an unusually long and barbed tongue.  “There is no reason for you to be hissing at me,” said Temeraire, indignantly, as he came in to land in the courtyard also. “You are the one who is stealing.” The small dragon kept hissing, shifting position to better guard the carcass, clearly determined not to give it up.  “It’s that damned feral again,” exclaimed Barclay. “Someone send for Nightingale, he's the only one who can talk any sense into her.”

And, since I also enjoy the Torchwood stuff, here's a bit with Nightingale and Jack after the episode 'Captain Jack Harkness' that's also my best attempt at imitating the narration style in the short story 'Miroslav's Fabulous Hand':

“You should have seen it, Thomas,” says Jack. “It was beautiful.” It is 2007, and I am sitting in the atrium of the Folly, in one of the overstuffed green leather armchairs. Across from me, also in an armchair, sits a handsome, square-jawed man with spiky brown hair and clear blue eyes. He wears a light blue dress shirt, grey braces and pleated dark grey trousers in a 1940s style. The Second World War RAF great coat that he arrived in is currently hanging on the coat rack by the door, hung there by Molly. His name, or at least the one that he chooses to go by, is Captain Jack Harkness, and he looks to be in his 40s. Like me, he is much older than that. “The 1940s, dancing and singing and living,  and we stepped right into it,” Jack continues. “A dance hall full of soldiers, shining out right in the middle of the Cardiff Blitz.” His gaze is far away, lost in the memory. “It must have been quite something,” I say.  “It was,” he says. “They were.” A long moment’s pause, and then he sighs. “He was.” “Someone you met?” I ask, gently. I know the grief that I can see behind his eyes. Jack nods. “It was him, Thomas. The original Captain Jack Harkness.” I feel my eyebrows rise involuntarily. “The man whose identity you -” I can’t think of a more tactful word before Jack completes the sentence for me. “That I stole, yeah. Way back when I first visited 1941. The man whose name I’ve been using for a hundred and [number] years. Of all the dance halls in all of history, I walk into his.”

[limpnoodles]

I'm just eating my burrito here, and scrolling at some stuff, when I just had the cutest au for a rottmnt x reader.

COFFEE SHOP AU / MOTORCYCLE AU

Now, I know what you're thinking, Motorcycle and coffee shop!? How does that work? Well my fellow friends I shall tell you how.

This post will mainly be about how you guys meet. If you want, you may ask specifically about a turtle and y/n's relationship or for a part 2 but otherwise this is focused on how you and the turtles meet.

So let's set the setting, now that we got that covered. Shall we?

So let's say you work at this little dinner downtown New York. It's nice and quaint, and you've worked there for a while now.

You honestly loved the dinner, it had a beautiful view of the sun setting along the bay, and you have become well acquainted with your more common customers.

You just had finished taking some dirty dishes to the back, now writing down a customer's order when they walked in.

Now, you knew about the Krang attack, heck everyone in New York knew about it. Yokias finally emerged from the Hidden City to help the people of New York, rebuilding the city faster than imagined. And after putting a few misteps aside, New York was grateful, and only some bystanders to voice their disgust about the creatures.

And what about heroes that saved the earth from an alien attack?

Fucking Famous.

The turtles couldn't even walk out of a store without a horde of reporters up their tails, heck even Leo was tired with all the attention.

It took a while for everyone to cool down, only most citizens asking for an autograph or selfie from the hero's. (And yes, they have their own paparazzi, what kind of person do you take me for?)

The boys were busier than ever before, chasing yokias and humans down who think they can easily overpower the new open city. Was it so hard to get a break once in awhile?

Apparently it was.

So, a simple ride around town after a long fight seemed like a good way to cool off. Just hop into a little dinner, grab some grub and hop out. Easy.

At least that's what they told themselves.

You stared wide eyed at the figures rolling in. The customer who you were taking the order of choked at seeing the fourth figure file into the small dinner, having to duck down to not hit the ceiling.

They were wearing smooth black leather jackets, a different color of their choice for highlights.

You looked toward the cashier register, hoping to have someone to help you out-

..and your coworker silently darts into the kitchen because Fuck No They Look Scary You're On Your Own Bitch.

You were sure to get them back for that later.

It was obvious that they were Yokias, even at their feeble attempt to cover it up. You side eyed them as they settled in one of the back booths, taking note of a spiky tail where the larger one sat.

Taking a deep breath, you straighten yourself.

It's fine

You started to walk over.

Not all they say on the news is true. What about that old salamander the other day? She was sweet.

You bit your lip anxiously as you pulled out your notepad. Time seemed so fast seconds ago, now it felt like every step you took was echoing though the dinner.

Yeah, but she wasn't ten feet taller than you!

One of the smaller masked figures seemed to notice you walking towards them, hushing the others.

They all seemed to get the sign as they quickly shrunk deeper into their jackets, you couldn't help but suppress a smile.

It was fine, they are just shy. Stop getting so worked up Y/N..

You scowled yourself, finally you stood before them . Whipping out your special pen, you smiled.

"And what can I get you, kind gentleman this evening?"

[maxslibrary]

Can I request poly Shiver and Fry challenging the reader to one of the "combative courtship rituals" heard about in sunken scroll 5 but the reader doesn't know about them since they are new to the Splatlands

A Splatfest Of The Heart (Shiver Vs Frye X Reader)

You were just hanging outside of Crush Station, minding your own business. You had moved to the Splatlands a while ago and you were still getting used to a lot of the customs around here. You were sipping some soda as you sat on the stool. You watched as folks of varying shapes and sizes walked around the street.

Suddenly you saw a few of the Splatlandians look back in shock as someone walked through the crowd. The inkling had yellow hair and long ears. You could see her purple tinted fingers. You recognized this inkling, it was Frye! She appeared to be dressed in a leather jacket and spiky wristbands.

You tilted your head at her before you looked over as another figure emerged from the other side of the street. She was an octoling with blue hair and red fingertips. Shiver, it was Shiver. She also appeared to be dressed like a biker.

You looked.. confused as you looked at the two. Both were inkfish you had known personally but you also knew them as two members of Deepcut, this could be something to advertise the next Splatfest. You sipped your soda at the thought, suddenly noticing the lack of Big Man. Odd. So this wasn't a Splatfest thing. Either way the surrounding crowd seemed pretty jazzed about it.

Suddenly Shiver spoke up "Tch.. nice to know you're not a coward, Frye." she posed, placing her fingers on her forehead, staring daggers at Frye. "Tough talk for the octoling who lost the flavor splatfest." Frye smirked at Shiver. The octoling's face turned bright red "YOU ALSO LOST THE CHOCOLATE SPLATFEST!" "Yeah but I didn't loose the last two splatfests." the inkling responded casually.

"WHATEVER! We're not here to debate splatfests.. our battlefield for today is love.." Shiver announced, crossing her arms. Suddenly you stopped sipping your soda, noticing it was empty. You shook around the empty cup, your eyes locked on it. Looking back at the street you noticed the two Inkfish walk towards you and your heart stopped.

"What in cod is going on..?" you whispered as the idols walked up to your table. Frye placed her hand on the table, smoothly gazing at you. "Heyyy Y/N.. what's cooking good looking?" the inkling purred at you as Shiver rolled her eyes in the background.

"Please. CLEARLY you don't know a thing about romance, Frye." Shiver shoved Frye out of the way, causing you to jolt in shock. You noticed how no one besides you seemed to really react. "My darling Y/N how does the sun shine on you this lovely day~?".

Suddenly you spoke out "Nothing besides utter confusion. What ARE you two doing right now?". Shiver and Frye looked at each other, genuinely shocked.

"You don't know..?" They said in unison. You shook your head, drumming your fingers as you look at them in confusion.

"We're having a rumble!" Frye started. "It's when two inkfishes fall for the same person and they proceed to playfully roughhouse until the winner is decided." Shiver explained, checking her nails. "Don't forget about the delinquent clothes!" Frye brushed off her leather jacket and adjusted her spiked bracelets.

You pause, your face going red as you realized "You both.. are in love with me?". They both nodded, causing you to look at the ground, flustered. "Wow.. that's... wow." You got up "Well I guess I'll have to decide then.." you hummed as you walked down the steps.

Shiver and Frye followed you, much akin to a pair of lost puppies, eagerly waiting to see who you'd choose. You turned back "After I think about it for a few days." you continue. The two inkfishes are left in shock as you walk away.

Suddenly the octoling stands up straight as she lends a hand to Frye "Truce?" the inkling shakes her hand "Truce."

[violivs]

NMTDaily: Preparing for Pedro’s Party

- There is SO much clever symbolism in this episode that I didn’t get before. Get ready!

- Aww I love this episode, it’s so sweet to see the girls just being sweet friends having fun.

- Justice for Ursula, they should’ve invited her over to raid the costume closet too!

- Do we know what the occasion is for Pedro’s party? Is it his birthday or something? Or is it just a classic teenage “my parents will be out so I’m throwing a party for no reason other than opportunity” situation?

- Oh my GOD Meg no. I forgot about “nude bodysuits are the worst” “I don’t have to wear the bodysuit!”

- Bea and Meg hugs are cute!

- “You can dress as whatever you want as long as I approve of it” classic overbearing Bea.

- I am CERTAIN that Beatrice’s devil horns are a Much Ado reference but I can’t remember the particulars. 😈 🧐 Isn’t it like, horns represent the cuckold so Benedick swears you’ll never see him with horns in his head like a married man? I feel like that’s talking about bull horns rather than devil horns- but Hero is also brandishing a red cape like a bullfighter in this moment so that works too! This is definitely a reference.

- “Making a point” love a good pun lol

- That is significantly more wigs than I ever had in my dress up box growing up. (Well- mine were Ariel wig, Rapunzel wig, and witch hat with grey hair attached, I guess that’s kinda three wigs, so we are at equal wig numbers. Wig tangent!)

- Bea holding up a leather and metal belt thing and Meg saying “oh that’s mine”. Margaret you are too young to be making that kind of joke. I am shocked!

- “I could be a lion” *roars while wearing a lace curtain as a mane* - see, something about this reminds me so much of the Mechanicals from A Midsummer Night’s Dream and their makeshift costumes. Love that.

- Beatrice’s horrible pink dress that looks like a sea monster also reminds me of a flamingo! 🦩🦩🦩

- I was gonna say imagine Ben’s reaction if Bea went to the party as a flamingo in that dress. But then I realized he might still be watching Bea’s videos at this point in the story, and even if not, he IS still gonna get to see her in this dress when they watch back all the videos together at the end, lol. “You’re a beautiful flamingo!” - Ben, reacting to the dress and making Bea blush, in my headcanon I just made up right now.

- Meg, kind of staring at Bea’s cleavage in the pink dress: “I love it!”

Hero: “I’m sure you do”

Look, maybe this was more slut shaming, but in MY head, this was just the first sign that made us all think Meg was bisexual- and Hero knew it.

- “Pink is scientifically the most painful color for the human eye to look at, so. Enjoy.”

- Punk Hero! Yeah girl, step out of your comfort zone for a night!

- They really are laying on Meg’s characterization as the sexual and outrageous one in this episode. The jokes she makes, trying to get Hero to unbutton an extra button. It makes me worry about her, how that can be used against her, and we know that worry is unfortunately well founded.

- “You’ve gotta hunt him down-“ “Like a PREDATOR” poor Bea is so uncomfortable with the dating/flirting talk and trying to diffuse it here, I almost feel bad for laughing

- “I just don’t think anyone’s that awkward around me. I think I just bring out the best in people.” Never lose that self-confidence, Meg! (Also, this line has def been juxtaposed with Freddie’s anxiety to show how Winterking could work in the lolilo era of the fandom- I think I made one of those edits myself.)

- Meg’s spiky hat after the next cut is giving Dalek tbh

- Oh man, I’m obsessed with Beatrice’s Benedick cosplay. Like, he does have a garish space cat shirt, but when have we ever seen him wear a hat apart from the Where’s Wally sketch, which Bea isn’t supposed to have watched? And he only wears sunglasses once, during a video that has not happened yet. But somehow she expects everyone to get who she’s making fun of right away? And they do?

- Also it’s a great example of how she clearly has Benedick on the brain. Why did you bring Ben up again, apropos of nothing, right after Hero was talking about the boy *she* likes? I see you, Beatrice.

- Love that not only can she not do his accent, she also can’t help making him sound like an annoying small child or an elf or something, lol.

- Wait oh my god! I just noticed that throughout this video, Beatrice is wearing a black watch! Just like the one Ben wears! Somehow I never noticed Bea’s watch before, even though I always notice Ben’s and think how quaint and old-fashioned it is of him to wear an analog wristwatch. I love that. Costuming parallels. Soulmates.

- Beatrice doing the Ben voice: “Yo!”

Meg: “No.”

Ben, in the video description of literally the next video: “yo yo yo!”

Lol amazing she nailed his brand of utter cringe

- “It’s beautiful!” “No, it’s heinous!” “I think that you should never take it off.”

- Can I be overly literal and point out that Hero just said Bea should never take off the shirt that represents Benedick, and then (spoilers) Bea is gonna actually literally proceed to be life partners with Ben forever after? I.e. never taking him off. Squee! It’s a very adorable (heinous?) metaphor!!!

- And it reminds me of “you are too fine to wear for everyday use”, Beatrice comparing another suitor to clothing in the play while shooting him down.

- “Oh, bucket hat? Always!”

- Hero with the boots: “I just want someone to dress up as a cowboy so they can wear these.” Remember this line for the party episodes and look out for cowboys 👀 There will be one!

- Beatrice the ironic/as-a-joke princess! A great moment, a great character choice.

- Also obsessed with her “that’s creeping me out” about wearing a bridal veil and holding a green wig bouquet. TCW found a way to make modern Beatrice say she’ll never marry without actually saying she’ll never marry. Adaptational choices!

- Meg puts the devil horns on Hero and says “I really love you in that” and Hero says “I don’t know about this.” Holy symbolism Batman! Literally visually foreshadowing her being villainized against her will. Wow.

- “Boys, Leo, we’re talking about boys! Come and join us!” Lol

- I always crack up at Leo’s terrible helmet-ass hat hair when they take off his cap. I’m sorry buddy, you need a brush.

- I also love them putting him in the cape and clown wig. He IS about to be clowning hard when the rest of the plot unfolds.

- Bea calling Leo an old man and I am suddenly very relieved to do the math and figure that Leo is still chronologically older than me, even though I’m older now than he was during NMTD. I was about to become the crypt keeper otherwise, my god.

- This is interesting too because now the girls already know Leo thought Pedro liked Hero, so they should be able to head off Claudio’s confusion ahead of time. Why don’t they?

- Also interesting that Leo assumes Bea would be jealous of Hero dating Pedro. That would probably piss Bea off, like “quit assuming I have a crush on every guy I’m nice to, that’s so reductive”. It’s another example of her feeling like the idea of dating is being forced on her.

- We definitely get a taste of Leo’s patriarchal view of Hero and need to pass judgement on her dating life here. Even otherwise good men are steeped in the patriarchy and take certain ideas from that that can quickly turn toxic. The themes of the play are being seeded here. Onward!

- Comment section boogaloo: lots of comments loving Leo and the setup of his character for what’s to come; discussion of how most of this episode was improvised by the actors; comparisons to Darcy Costume Theater from the LBD.

- Best comment award goes to DillyBlue from two months ago, saying “Hero, forget Claudio, Meg is clearly into you!”

- We all see the vision and the vision is that Meg Winter likes girls.

🦩🥭💖

[afterglow-tommylee]

Chapter 28. Karma And Effect

Hollywood California, October 12 2002

"Hi Mrs Lee -"

"Gina you know you can call me Andi," I smile at her as I walk in through the doors to the office building in downtown Hollywood.  She was the main secretary for the entire building as my office was on the third floor. 

"-Sorry... Andi," She smiles.

"It's ok... any mail?" I ask as I approach her desk.

"Oh yes... I have a stack here for you," She says as she turns in her chair then reaches for the stack of envelopes and sets them on the top of the desk for me. 

"Yay," I say sarcastically with a giggle and she lets me know if anyone comes in for me today that she will just buzz me and I make my way to the elevator and up to my office on the third floor. 

Once I enter my office I set the stack of envelopes down in front of me as I sit with the large bay window behind me. I didn't have much to do here today but I did have one appointment.

Chris was meeting me here today.

Ok, I know. I don't understand why I'm even entertaining the thought of speaking to him, but let me explain. Chris had reached out to me when Tommy was touring for Ozzfest back in August, and I blew him off so many times. I was pretty busy between being on the road and working then planning everything for Tommy's birthday and rehearsing with the dancers, that I really didn't have time. 

Now that the craziness has finally died down, Tommy now having some free time to just do whatever, I figured maybe I should see what Chris was wanting to talk to me about. I sent him a text last week and he immediately replied saying that he would be in Los Angeles finishing up some last minute recording on an album with Brad Wilk, Tom Morello and Tim Commorford - which they now call themselves Audioslave - and that he could meet me at my office anytime.

I honestly didn't have a clue as to what he could say to me that would make everything better. It's stupid and I shouldn't even care but, the more I thought about it, I know we are going to cross paths one way or another as much as I try to tell myself that it wont happen. 

A short while later, Kat calls me on the phone telling me that there is someone here to see me and I tell her to send them up. 

"Well, he was always pretty punctual," I say to myself as I glance up at the clock above the door that reads 2:00pm. Moments later, I hear a knock on my office door and I rise from my office chair, make sure I look presentable enough with my favorite Pantera band shirt and my black ripped leggings with my Doc Martens, pushing a few dark curls out of my eyes, walking to the door.

"Hi," Chris stands in the doorway, his dark hair curly and spiky wearing a plain white t-shirt, leather jacket and ripped jeans. 

"Hey," I say with a small smile.

"You um... you look really good," He says sweetly with that smirk he always used to give me.

"Thank you," I say as I look down at myself for a moment. 

"I uh, brought you some coffee," He says, holding out a cup for me to take. 

"Oh, um, thank you," I say and take the cup from him. "Uh... come in," I step aside and gesture for him to sit down on the chair at my desk. He steps inside and I close the door behind him.

"Have a seat," I say as I walk around him and behind my desk and I sit back down and then he does. I take a sip of the coffee he gave me and set it down in front of me. "It's good coffee,"

"Yea, I uh, think I remember how you like it... just milk right?" He says.

"Yea," I say. 

There it was.That horrible awkward silence that immediately fills the room making it feel like it is so much smaller than it is. We hadn't talked to each other since Layne... and Tommy punched him which I don't care to reminisce about. 

"So um... how are you?" He asks, those familiar blue eyes looking right at me.

"I'm good... good... how are you?" I ask.

"I'm ok," He says. Then the silence ticks by and then he says. "I saw the... the um... magazine article for Guitar One... it was Guitar One right?"

"Uh, yea," I say and take a sip of my coffee secretly loving the fact he saw it.

"It came out really good. You um... you two look happy," He says and I give him a half smile.

"Thanks," I say sweetly. 

"I also wanted to say... congrats on your um, marriage. I know I'm a couple of months late on that," He chuckles and I giggle.

"That's ok," I smile.

"It uh, looks like he loves you a lot,"

"He does," I say. 

"Well, he better. Damn, he has a mean right hook," Chris chuckles as he touches his jaw where Tommy had punched him all those months ago and I giggle.

"I'm sorry. I mean I know Tommy isn't sorry but I am," I say and Chris laughs. 

"It's fine," He chuckles.

We then let some silence creep back in the room and even though he was being sweet, I wanted to know why he wanted to see me so I decided to just get right to it since it seemed like he wasn't going to any time soon.

"So... what's up? Why did you want to see me?" I ask.

"Ok... um, I wanted to see you because I didn't think this would've been justifiable over text, but um... I wanted to apologize," He says shifting in his seat.

"For what?" I ask and take a sip of my coffee. I had a pretty fucking good idea what he was apologizing for but I wanted him to say it completely.

*** "Chris why are you being this way?"

"Why am I this way? You fucking made me this way. I can't even get away from your voice... that fucking annoying voice... why can't you just stop talking - "

"Chris this isn't you. I know this isn't you... it's the pills talking and I know you don't mean it,"

"Oh I fucking mean it," 

"Chris I know you love me - "

"No, no I don't,"

"Chris - "

"I don't love you. I'm done. There's nothing there. There's nothing fucking there anymore get it? There's nothing there. I feel nothing," 

"Chris, I love you - "

"Stop,"

"Chris - ?"

"STOP!"***

I take another sip looking at him as he sits across from me, his arm resting on the arm of the chair, his leg crossed over with his ankle resting on his knee, glancing down at himself, then at me.

"I uh... wanted to say that I'm sorry for how everything happened between us,"

"What do you mean?" I ask. I know exactly what he means but again, I wanted to hear it from him. He then shifts again, sitting up and forward and resting his forearms on his knees, his intense blue eyes looking right into mine.

"I was an asshole. Well probably more than an asshole.. for selling the house the way I did - "

I'll say

"- and I never meant anything by what I said about Tommy. I was just concerned. I didn't want you to get hurt. I get it though, I crossed the line. We aren't married anymore so I know I don't have any right to be concerned for you anymore -"

"Chris - "

" - and I'm sorry for all the things I've said, and for everything that I've done during the last years of our marriage. I wasn't fair to you - "

"Chris - ?"

"No let me... let me say it. The way I hid everything that I was doing from you... all the drugs, all the drinking, lying about it and then blaming you for how horrible I felt inside because I couldn't..." He hesitates for a moment looking away from me but I keep my eyes on him. "I couldn't forgive myself for not being there when... when you -when we lost our little girl... then trying to pressure you into having another after we got back together when I knew you weren't ready... "

I had no idea what to even say. This was not what I thought he came here for at all. I mean I had no idea why he wanted to see me in the first place but I definitely did not see this coming. 

"Chris it's... it's ok," I say, not realizing how much I needed to hear that from him.

"Andi, it's really not but..." He trails off looking down at himself again then glances back at me. "You didn't deserve any of that shit from me. I don't ever expect you to forgive me but... I just wanted to tell you that I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry..."

The silence fills the room once more as he looks away from me and down at himself again, then leans back in the chair, his eyes finding mine. It wasn't something I ever thought I would hear from him. I wasn't sure what to say yet. I then clear my throat and take another sip of my coffee.

"Um... can I ask you something?"

"Sure," Chris says.

"You know that interview you did that was for that magazine, uh Harper's Bazzar, back in like I don't know May? I think," I say looking down at my coffee cup.

"I do," He says as his blue eyes focus on me.

"Did you mail me a copy so that I would see what you said in that article to get me upset?"

His brow furrows for a moment and then he says "No... why would I do that? I'm not proud of the things I said in there but I wouldn't throw it in your face about it,"

"Ok," I say and take a sip of my coffee. " I just thought maybe to spite me, you might have sent it to me if um, you were upset about me and Tommy,"

"No Andi it wasn't me," Chris says looking at me. " I mean, I'm not gonna lie and say I wasn't just a little hurt by you and Tommy getting married, but I wouldn't do that,"

"Did you mean what you said in that article? When you said something like you were finally happy now for the first time in your life because you were awake for it?" I ask looking right at him. I could feel my voice hitch for a moment repeating those words he said.

"Andi, I... " He trails off and looks away from me and begins to play with his beard, which he would always do when he was nervous.

"I'm not trying to start an argument or anything, I just want to know if you really meant that. If you really were never happy with me," I say. He glances down at the arm of the chair, still playing with his beard and taking a long pause. 

"You were the first girl that I ever truly loved with my entire..." He hesitates for a moment then clears his throat and continues. "... we just had so much bad shit happen to us. It wasn't that I wasn't happy with you, it was that I had spent years drowning myself in alcohol and pills that I was in a haze. I couldn't feel anything because I didn't want to feel anything. I loved you more than I thought I could love anyone ever but I wasn't happy with myself and so I did all of the shit that you aren't supposed to do when you love someone,"

There was a long stretch of silence between us once more as we both looked at each other. It finally feels like after years of fighting, then avoiding each other, then fighting again, we - or really I - I can move past my childish grudge that I've held against him. He then looks away from me and sighs and I could tell just how sorry he really was for everything that has happened. 

I rise from my chair and walk around my desk as he watches me and just as I approach him, I gesture for him to stand up and as he does I embrace him in a hug. He hesitates for a second and then I feel his arms around me. He hugs me the same way he always used to. It was familiar and comforting. We stay this way for a few more moments and I close my eyes as he holds me tighter.

"Now Tommy isn't gonna jump out and punch me again is he?" Chris jokes as he continues to hold me.

"No," I laugh.

"He knows I'm here though right?" Chris says.

"Yea he does," I say.  

I then slowly pull away from him and as he looks down at me, I look up into his eyes and he reaches out brushing a curl from my face like he used to, then touches my chin with his thumb remembering all of the good times we had together before time and circumstance had pulled us apart. 

"Uh, well, I should head out," He says, clearing his throat, dropping his hand from me and glancing down at himself for a moment.

"Oh yea, um... of course," I say shaking my head out of my thoughts, and as I walk him to the door, he turns back to me and says,

"Are we ok?"

"Yea... yea we're ok," I say, surprising myself. I honestly thought I would be angry at him still, that the pain would still linger. I never realized that all I really needed was an apology. A truthful sincere apology. 

"Ok, well I guess I will talk to you later? Maybe eventually - and I know not right now but - maybe we can get together as friends... and just catch up?" He says sweetly looking down at me with that cute smirk he would always give me.

"Yea, maybe... sure," I say softly. And with that he gives me a small nod and a wave as we say goodbye to each other, I then close the door to my office, turn and lean against the door for a moment. 

I finally got the closure I needed. It was definitely a bittersweet feeling, and it's crazy but all I could think about was how much I'm in love with Tommy. Without even realizing it, tears had started to fall from my eyes. They weren't sad tears, or even happy ones, just emotions I held in for so long that I had finally let free. 

Suddenly I'm startled buy the buzzing of my cell phone on my desk and I quickly walk over, pick it up, and see it was a text from Tommy,

TOMMY: What's up babeh!!! 

I giggle wiping my tears from my cheeks and text him back with:

ANDI: Nothing, just finishing up here and about to head out the door.

TOMMY: Well get that cute ass out here! Haha! I've got the boys and they are going crazy waiting to see you

ANDI: Ok, On my way

I then grab my keys and my leather jacket sliding my phone into my pocket and as soon as I head out the door my phone buzzes again.

TOMMY: 😛😜😝🤪

"Oh my god Tommy," I laugh to myself looking at my phone and head down to the elevator, finally arriving on the main floor, saying goodbye to Gina and walk out the main doors to see Tommy in his jet black Mercedes Benz convertible, the top down with Brandon and Dylan in the backseat.

"Andi!!!" They both cry happily in their little voices and I swear my heart melted right into a puddle of mush.

"Hey you," I say with a huge smile across my face, immediately leaning over the car and placing a kiss to the top of Brandon's little blonde head.

"Yay dad she kissed me first," Brandon giggles in his little voice as I open the passenger door and slide in. 

"Yea, I saw that dude," Tommy laughs and I lean in as Tommy leans over to me pressing his lips to mine lingering just long enough before pulling away and hearing Dylan say something about how I didn't say 'hi' to him yet.

"Hi Dylie," I say in a silly voice through clenched teeth grabbing his little leg and tickling him and he squeals with laughter. As Tommy pulls away from the curb, I slide back into my seat, my body turned to face him.

"So how was it?" Tommy asks as we make our way down the road.

"It was fine... actually it was pretty good," I say.

"He didn't try and turn you against me or anything did he?" Tommy smirks.

"No... no we just cleared the air and um... we're fine. He apologized and that was it," I didn't exactly want to go into every detail of our conversation, that I will hold onto just for me.

"So I don't need to kick his ass or anything?" Tommy says glancing at the rearview mirror seeing Brandon and Dylan playing in the backseat.

"No, you don't need to do that," I giggle as Tommy takes my hand and places sweet soft kisses to the back of it. " - but he totally thought you were gonna jump out from somewhere and punch him again though," 

"Good," 

"Tommy!" I say and he laughs in between his kisses.

[staysuki]

📍 HAPPY DEATH DAY | l.felix

026—I'M SO SICK OF THE FAKES.

warnings: series warnings. p.s. tumblr will keep messing up the format so i won't even bother anymore. don't mind mistakes, i just want to get this out. hope this makes up for the long hold.

word count: 8k

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[charity drive day]

when your father moved you to a quaint little town, gossip was the least of your worries—or perhaps it’s exactly because there’s nothing else to do in this ramshackle town that the best source of entertainment is other people’s lives.

you knock on the door of a rundown home. windows boarded up as the hinges of the door barely did anything to hold it together. the weeds overgrown on the yard completely cover your view of the road—perhaps that’s why it’s so easy to hide a dead body here.

you bit your cheek in restlessness, waiting for the homeowner to come greet you from the other side. you adjusted your tweed dress, your well-kempt appearance easily contrasted that of where you’re currently standing in. your financial matters may have been doxxed but it’s not like your plain clothes were just going to magically appear out of nowhere, it wasn’t a cinderella situation, your luxury items wasn’t just going to fade away—and you sure as hell weren’t going to stoop down to peer pressure and buy modest clothing just to try and blend in. you didn’t care.

but some people had worse situations than you.

you know that.

and you further realized it when gaon opens the door, his usually lively persona looking more grim as the purple spiky hair turned to an ashen shade. the usual neon cheerfulness of gaon turns dull as his life turns gray.

“y/n? what are you doing here?” he seems surprised by your presence, but you don’t let on.

“can i come in?” you question with raised eyebrows.

he felt apprehensive at first, looking at your appearance and comparing it to his own house. nonetheless, he steps aside and welcomes you in.

torn leather couches and grimy tiles decorated the interior, scrunching your nose at the smell of must attacking your nose. there was barely any sign of life aside from the little doodles on the cracked concrete walls made by gaon’s younger siblings.

“can i help you?” he asks, scratching the back of his head in confusion while you made yourself feel at home, plopping yourself down the couch. you wince at the spring digging into your thighs but you don’t comment any further.

“sit,” you pat the space next to you, which he carefully follows, eyes narrowed in confused suspicion.

you rolled your eyes at him, “you don’t have to act like a deer, gaon, i just came here to check on you.”

his shoulders sagged in relief—from what, however, he didn’t know—he shot you a small smile, “thanks, y/n, that’s really nice.”

“so, where’s your siblings?” you look around, noticing the lack of small kids that gaon seems to be known for.

“ah, they’re staying at a neighbor’s place. chan actually organized for them to be taken care of by someone else for now,” he waves and you nod, it was a pretty smart move. of course chan would be the first to think of something like that.

“tell me more about them.”

his eyebrows shoot up, but he entertains your whims, “well there’s jintaek, he’s the oldest out of the three—nine years old. there’s jisun, she’s seven, and our youngest is jiselle, she’s four.”

you’re actually surprised at how young his siblings are, the most you guessed was ages that ranged in the early teens. you note how that’s probably why gaon is busy all the time, taking care of siblings that are barely old enough to decipher wrong and right.

“do they go to school?” you tilt your head in question, watching gaon shake his head.

“no.. we can’t really afford it. i just tutor them sometimes whenever i can.” he explains.

“that’s why i’m just some drifter in college, it’s not like i can afford to pursue a specific degree, not really that smart enough either,” he continues.

what else was there to ask? to be honest, you didn’t really want to open up the other topics posted in the twitter page—because if it were you in that situation, you wouldn’t want to talk about it either. especially not to people who’s barely a friend.

“you probably think differently of me now, don’t you?” gaon mutters, suddenly more interested at staring on the floor than you.

“yeah, i do.” you answer straightforwardly, which he accepts with a solemn nod.

you continue, “it’s impossible to think the same, isn’t it? why would i not see you in a different light after knowing just how much you care for your family to the point that you’d steal for them.”

he lets out a sad chuckle, “you’re just saying that.”

you shake your head with an eye roll, “no, gaon. do you think you’re the only one who’ve ever stolen anything? you literally know about my financial matters, do you think i’ve never stolen anything before?”

he looks at you curiously, which makes you giggle, “the worst part is, i wasn’t stealing because of some gallant cause like you did—there was just… this guy. he told me to do it and i was too strung up on him to say no.”

“wow, he sounds like he sucks ass,” he comments, which makes you laugh, probably a bit louder than you intended.

“he really does, actually.”

“so… you don’t think badly of me?” gaon asks slowly, hopefulness in his eyes.

you shake your head once again, “no. i don’t. i think badly of the situation that your life put you in, but not of you—you’re just playing the game. anyone who faults you for that is a stupid, privileged idiot.”

“yeah, maybe,” he shrugs. it was what he’s been worried about in the beginning—that people would think of him as a freak, a lowly sinner. he fears walking back to campus to find people splitting the halls just to avoid him.

“look, i can’t tell you to stop worrying or to move on from your worries. truth be told, you’re the only one who can stop yourself from psyching out. the best we can do is maintain in your proximity—so believe me when i tell you that you have us to rely on,” you gave him a small pat before wearing your purse.

“are you going to the charity drive?” gaon asked, because he sure as hell wasn’t.

“i’ve never missed a day of school,” you comment with a wink before walking out the door.

you have approximately seven hours before your play and you had just enough plans to fill that time hole.

starting by eliminating a scummy rat.

after nana sent you the files about the identity of the OG buzzkill, your blood just couldn’t help but boil under your skin. so as you arrived back on campus, ignoring the fleeting stares of other people as your heels clacked with every step, you made a beeline throughout the halls.

and with your penetrative gaze and infuriated look, you were dead set on walking straight towards your target.

thankfully, it wasn’t hard to find a specific set of light brown hair over the crowd. you watch him disappear through the corner and walk inside the men’s bathroom.

that won’t stop you.

before you could fully enter through the door, a familiar dark-haired guy stops you by the shoulder, “woah chanel, wrong restroom.” dowoon says, pointing towards the male sign.

you glare at him, something he didn’t expect you to do, so he let’s go of your shoulder and follows you inside.

“yo, my dude, why’s the cat so feisty in the morning?” he pesters as he follows you look at the stalls one by one.

soon enough, you got annoyed by his presence, you turn towards him and pushes him to the sink, “i’m not in the mood, yoon. so hit the toilets and stay out of my way,” you snarl at him.

suddenly, the last stall opens, revealing the guy you’ve been looking for. before he could fully step out, you march towards him and push him back inside. making him stumble on his footing and plop down on the closed toilet, “what the fuck!?” he exclaims, a confused glance towards you as you loom over him.

despite the pushback, dowoon comes behind you, an inquisitive stance fills his posture as he curiously watches with a nosey stare.

“kim jungsu, you fucking rat,” you spit out at him.

his eyes widened, not knowing how to react. would he play innocent or admit defeat?

before he could speak up, you cut him off. you aggressively prop your foot up the toilet, your heel dangerously hitting the toilet seat through the opening between his thighs, making him accidentally whimper in fear.

“okay! okay! let me explain!” he bargains, though you didn’t know what he could say to save his situation, you decided to hear him out still.

“look, i admit, it’s not the greatest look—”

you tilt your head in mocker, “what is? airing out people’s dirty laundry? making people’s lives your source of entertainment?”

“holy shit, are you buzzkill? oh, man,” dowoon commented behind you and you resisted the urge to elbow him.

“i’m sorry, okay?! it’s just that—” he fumbles, trying to get your foot of the seat but you dig your heels even further, a bit too close to his nether regions.

“just what? hm?”

“oh my fucking god, can you get her off of me?!” jungsu exclaims, his eyes pleading towards dowoon.

he obliges, pulling you away from the stall, but this time, you let him though still keeping the glare trained on the perpetrator. “settle down, princess,”

jungsu stands up on shaky knees, dusting himself off. “honestly, i’d be buzzkill if i cared enough about other people,” dowoon comments with a shrug.

“who’s the other one?” you ask him and he just shakes his head.

“i have no idea. they just told me to delete my account or else they’re going to start spreading even worse shit.”

“and you waited till they did?!” you angrily walk up back on him, making him back away.

“i didn’t think they were serious, okay?!”

seeing that you had no other else to say, jungsu inches towards the door, leaving you and dowoon inside. “damn, who would’ve thought,” he whistles.

“that some lowlife loser-nobody would turn to gossip for validation?” you retort sarcastically.

“well, what do you plan to do now? i assume you’re not the revenge type, ngl,” he shrugs as he leans on the sink counters.

you give him one last glare before walking, “then you assumed wrong.”

to be honest, dowoon was partially correct. as much as you hold grudges, you weren’t truly the type to fire back unless the situation calls for it—and this definitely did.

do you still find it in you to terrorize soojin after everything? probably not, especially when karma turned the tides on her. it feels a bit bizarre, thinking about what momo and yerin said, and then what jungsu explained earlier.

that buzzkiller only wanted jungsu to delete his account.

did it have something to do with you? maybe, maybe not. but one thing’s for sure, you’re not going to let them pass for what they did to gaon.

but in order to fight back against the social tides of this place, you would need resources and connections. both things you have and both seeds that you’ve planted from the start.

right on time, you receive a text from both nana and changbin that they’re on their way to your quaint little town. you mentioned each other to both of them, making sure that they’ll carpool on the way.

why? because even though changbin has heard of your situation, he doesn’t fully have it in him to totally care nor would he ever care to know about the full story.

in comes nana, who seems adamant on being obsessed about your life. there were no doubts that she’d keep talking the whole ride and possibly exaggerate how much trouble you’re in.

all you need to do is make sure you’ll be able to sway changbin to do whatever you want, and without any status and financial power backing you up, you need to play your cards right and aim straight for the heart—assuming he has one.

you checked off the weird note list on your phone, satisfied that you’ve found out who buzzkill is—and consequently, soojin has already been dealt with. you’re not one to add more fuel to the fire, especially when you’re also under judgeful eyes, it’s best to remain low profile.

you turn to the engineering department, making your way to a specific set of classroom doors where you see a lone man working on a project, “busy playing with motherboards when you’re not spinning tracks, i see,” you greet as you lean on the doorway.

“what do you want, y/n,” chan gruffs back but doesn’t turn away from his equipment.

“i went to see gaon earlier,” he perks up a bit at your words, looking at you.

“he still seems a bit down,” you honestly say. although you two might not see eye-to-eye, your common ground of caring for your companions allow you to have a moment of peace between each other.

“tell me, christopher bang. why are you such a dick?” you ask, though with more of a lighthearted tone as you sit across the table from him.

“what are you saying, i’m a delight,” he says monotonously, continuing his work.

“for a man who cares about the people around him, you sure seem adamant on leaving all of them behind,” you comment, making him narrow his eyes at you.

“just because i want to leave this place doesn’t mean i’m cutting off the people i care about. i’m not like you rich folk.”

you raise your eyebrows at his comment, “bitter much?”

“i’m right though, aren’t it? how many friends did you have before? then how many friends do you have after falling from your throne?” you purse your lips at his observation, making him smirk at you as he proves his point.

“we’re not all that bad,” you grumble, though chan doesn’t miss the way you said ‘we’ out of habit. it was one word, perhaps something you didn’t even mean to say, but it was enough to pique chan’s interest to keep it at the back of his head—that you still consider yourself as one of them.

“i’m yet to change my mind,” he shrugs.

“except for leo?” you ask, and he nods.

“like i said, he’s different,” you dryly laugh at his words, making him give you a questioning look. but you just shake your head. he’s definitely right that felix is indeed different, he just doesn’t know in what way.

“did you just come here to bother me?” chan grunts and you laugh.

“no, i wanted to figure you out,”

“and what for?”

you shrug, “just because i want to.”

he may have acted like grade-a scum around you, but your curiosity tops that more than your emotion. it’s not that you were giving him the benefit of the doubt, but you’ve grown up overlooking initial misdeeds for the sake of learning more about your enemy—keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

whether you consider chan one, or not, is something to be answered in the future.

but for now, you want to figure out the hows and whys of the way christopher bang acts—that way, it’ll be easy to gain the upperhand on him.

“so, christopher, why the not-so-vaguely concealed ‘eat the rich’ animosity?” you ask, putting your chin on the palm of your hands as you drop your keen gaze on him.

he chews on his lip, dropping his equipment before pondering over something on his mind. “fine, but only because i owe you a proper apology and consider this that.”

you shrug.

“my mother is the nicest person on the earth, nobody can convince me otherwise—she was a lively woman, always willing to help others. but of course, being too nice has it’s downsides too as a bunch of greedy capitalistic pigs fucked her over.” he details with extreme anger laced along every single word.

you can tell that he doesn’t want to go into too much detail, but you understand. he’s said enough—or at least, enough for now to explain a part of his persona.

although you want to rebut, you bite back the words threatening to spill from your mouth because you have enough wisdom to know that they aren’t the appropriate words to say right now, so you just slightly nod and watch him go back to his task.

“don’t you have a final rehearsal to go to right now?” he asked, not taking his eyes off his project, though you can tell it’s his way of getting rid of you so you stand.

“eager to get rid of me?” you say but he just grunts.

“the play is for the charity drive, if you don’t go there and do your best then i’ll assume that you hate charity,” he deadpans so you just roll your eyes before leaving.

“see you when i see you,” you dismiss, turning your heels towards the auditorium.

on a normal day, the school looks depressing. as if the sun refuses to show its face on an undeserving grim town. but today is different, seemingly happy to be supporting the charity drive.

“y/n! i didn’t think you’d come,” lucy says in exasperation, looking distressed.

“i don’t think i’m late?” you question a bit, looking at your schedule. you were 30 minutes early.

“yeah well minho and felix got here an hour ago so i thought you’d be around the same time and you haven’t yet and you know, you don’t have an understudy.” she rambles.

“relax, i’m not gonna flake on you.” you reassure her but the stress has already gotten to her. you make your way backstage to the dressing room, not noticing the tense atmosphere between minho and felix.

“good job being huge nerds and giving lucy a panic attack,” you greet them as you throw your purse to your chair.

minho instinctively stands to greet you but a single glare from you puts him back down on his seat, remembering how you’ve told him to bug off. nonetheless, you weren’t going to openly snob him.

“ready?” felix asks you from his chair and you just look at him weirdly.

“i literally just got here?” you look around, “where’s hair and makeup?”

felix raised his eyebrows and prevented himself from laughing at you, “sorry to disappoint, princess, but you should know by now not to expect any sort of luxury from this place.”

meanwhile, minho was one tap away from booking a gala stylist so you just decreed loudly that you’ll do your own look.

“i’m going to get dressed,” you excused yourself as you took your assigned clothing from the racks before leaving the two men alone, still unaware of their tense atmosphere.

as you exited, you suddenly remembered that you forgot your shoes—rookie mistake—but before you could go back to get it, you could overhear the two’s conversation from outside.

“seriously, man? i told you, any price you want, name it and i’ll give it.” minho exasperatedly sighs.

“what makes you think i can be bought?” felix rebuts but minho just laughs at him coldly.

“you, of all people, would decline money? didn’t you come from a filthy dump? i can give you stocks from our company and you’d be set for life, all you have to do is stay away from y/n, are you really saying she’s much more important than whatever luxury i can give?”

“i’m not saying that.”

“but that’s what you’re trying to portray,” minho added.

“you’re wrong,” felix snapped, “what i’m trying to portray is that i can work hard for my own luxuries and not have some snotty little spoiled brat come and buy me off just because he couldn’t get the only thing he ever truly wanted—a little pathetic of you, don’t you think?”

“say that shit again one more time, i dare you,”

“or else what? i’m living comfortably now, i don’t need your stuck-up money.”

“living comfortably how? killed someone? smuggled? you may hide a lot of things about yourself lee felix, but i know that whatever money you have right now, they couldn’t be cleaner even if you tried to.”

the conversation doesn’t seem to dial down in intensity, and if you were being honest, you didn’t know how to intervene.

“seriously, you don’t even like her, why are you trying so hard to keep yourself in her life?!” minho starts to get angrier and angrier but felix doesn’t let himself become too provoked. guys like lee minho are never worth it.

felix chooses to ignore him, already knowing that the conversation isn’t going anywhere, and so, you just shrug. you could just get your shoes later. there was no way you could go back inside without being able to act like you didn’t hear every second of their conversation.

you felt… confused.

first, you’re still mad at lee minho for acting unrightfully possessive, something that you didn’t expect from him. but most of all, you’re confused about felix.

sure, he’s probably changed a lot since you’ve last seen each other but it just opened up new avenues of questions that you want to know from him.

how did he get his money? is it from the time he left you? when he said he found a way to get out of his financial situation?

why is he adamant on proving that he’s above getting paid off now, especially when he used to do worse things for money back then. although he said it quite crassly, minho isn’t the most inaccurate with his accusations.

and most of all, is lee felix really the type of guy to reject minho’s proposition due to principle alone or is there something more to it? though that might just be the old, stupid part of you that’s trying to shout within the other questions in your head. you don’t care if there isn’t anything more to it. you definitely don’t.

“y/n? focus!” lucy snapped you back to reality, not noticing that you were already standing on stage for the final rehearsal.

you felt apologetic for dazing out but you couldn’t fully care. not when the perpetrator of your current state is standing mere inches from you, while the other one is throwing icy glares from behind the curtains.

“you okay?” felix whispered as lucy keeps shouting at everyone to go through the lines again.

you just nodded meekly, but knowing you, it set off alarm bells in felix’s mind.

“i think she doesn’t feel well,” felix spoke up, holding you gently by the arm as he excuses you from lucy who seems to be aging 10 years per second as of the current moment.

“are you going to be okay? can you still make it for the show?” she wants to keep running her mouth, trying her best to check up on you, but you can tell that she’s a bit too stressed to wish you well when she needs you on-stage.

“i’m fine, i don’t need to rest, lee is overreacting,” you snatch your hand away from felix and walked back to your position, getting your fire back.

you weren’t going to let two confusing men get your head out of the game, not when you’ve promised lucy you’d commit to it. although felix seems confused because he can see through the walls you built, he let’s it go, knowing he can’t win against your stubbornness.

time flies by fast and at this point, you’ve just tuned out the world and hope you’ll be acting perfectly at the showcase.

with a few minutes till showtime, you try to collect yourself in the dressing room, breathing deeply to prepare yourself from hopefully avoiding embarrassing yourself—although lucy said you seemed like a natural, you weren’t fully confident in nailing it because you’ve never done it before.

you hear the click of the door, not minding the entry until they spoke up, “y/n?”

your face drops once more, glaring at minho, “what do you want?”

he sighs, “i know you’re mad at me, and i know you told me not to talk to you anymore but can i just have one last talk with you, please?”

“and you thought about doing this a few minutes before the show because?” you fire at him with a raised brow.

he runs his hands all over his face as he takes a seat beside you, “i just—i’ll leave you alone right away so just give me this last moment, and i’ll be gone from your life.”

you tilt your head in confusion, “not staying around to watch the show?”

“you know why i won’t,” he sighs once more.

ah, right, the kissing scene.

as cliché as it might sound, there is indeed a kissing scene in the script.

hence why minho was so desperate to take the lead role and hence why he’s so adamant about avoiding it now.

you’ve never practiced the real thing so to be completely honest, you forgot about it, and now that you remember, your heartbeat doubled tenfold.

“ok,” you nod at him, “what do you want to say?”

he thinks it over for a few seconds, “i’ve always loved you, always. you were so…. so wonderful. every time you walk into the room, you just make everything better. every time i hear your voice, it just fills me with a sense of comfort. whenever you smile, i can’t help but smile too, so i always wanted to be the one to make you happy.”

you let him continue.

“you’re like a cheerful and energetic summer vacation at the beach, but you’re also a cozy and warm winter by the fireplace. no matter what i do, i just can’t help but think about you all the time, wanting to be with you.”

your shoulders sag in defeat, “that’s really sweet minho, it really is—and trust me, you’re a very important person in my life but you know i can’t give you more than that… friendship.”

you can see him stopping his tears from falling but his reddish nose was enough of a giveaway.

“i know that… but at least be honest with me—is it because of him?” he asks, though the question makes you irate.

“seriously?!” he seems taken aback by your sudden change in demeanor.

“after years and years of knowing me, you really think that i’m some sappy damsel that can’t function by herself without a man by her side?” you ask him, flabbergasted.

though he tries to cover up his mistake, you retaliate again, “and why do you think that some other guy is the reason why i’d reject you and not because of the creepy possessiveness that you’ve been hiding from me that i wouldn’t’ve have found out if seo changbin hadn’t ran his big stupid mouth? hm?”

“do you think i’d appreciate someone who kept me away from any other potential person that i wanted to have been with? do you think it was for you to decide who i get to end up with or not?” you keep shouting.

you slam your hands on the table before walking away. rich kids, no matter how different they may be, they all show their entitlement one way or another. for minho, you were just another luxury. something that he thinks he has ownership of because he has a lot of money. you hated it.

perhaps chan was a bit right. you felt shudders as you imagined how your personality looked like in his perspective.

perhaps this was the wakeup call you needed.

“y/n, wait please!” minho tries to run after you but you shove his arms off, “i don’t want things to end like this.”

you turn to him with a cold gaze, “i promised you one final talk, not a sweet closure. now leave.”

he didn’t have time to catch up to you because lucy already appeared from the corner and pulled you backstage, “break a leg!”

you hate how minho would distract you in such a crucial moment but you’re glad that it’s already over with.

the play seems to pass by in a blur, not even remembering the faces in the crowd. the lines flowed out of your mouth smoothly like butter, and the prospect of felix being your leading man didn’t even fully sink into you.

you embodied your character, disassociated yourself from your body and let the acting take it’s place.

that is, until the final scene came.

the screenplay, proudly written by lucy, is a story between two star-crossed lovers.

like romeo and juliet, if you will. but instead of their families being against each other, it’s the two characters themselves that are sworn enemies and are trying their hardest to stay away from each other. to sabotage every encounter they have because they despise each other, even though a part deep within them knows that they’re soulmates. a forbidden romance, an enemies to lovers trope, it’s got every reused trope imaginable—a cat and dog dynamic, a betrayal, the secretive glances.

you hated it because the irony seeps within your skin, and you wonder whether felix could see the irony in it too.

in the last scene, the main girl—you—are lying on the ground, held within felix’s arms as you sport fake blood on your abdomen, acting as if you’ve been shot from a previous combat encounter.

it was the prospect of losing you did felix’s character realize that they can’t live without you.

“i will beg and plead the gods everyday for you to stay forever with me, my love.” his soft brown eyes boring into you, “and i will swear to you, with my own life on the line, that i will never leave your side.”

you just lay there, limp on his arms, the life seeping out of you as you bite on the fake blood pill on your cheek as you cough out your last breaths. spluttering a few on felix’s face, littered among his star-like freckles.

although you convince yourself that you’re not the character, and the words weren’t for you, when you hear the final whisper of the last line, “i will never betray you anymore even if they take my head for it.”—tears start to flow out of your eyes as felix leans down and overwhelms you with a passionate kiss.

not like anything you’ve ever felt before. too real, it felt too real, your tears won’t stop flowing but the show must go on, never letting go until the last second when the curtains are inches away from closing and you deliver the final motion of you finally losing your life—ridding the audience of all hope between the two lovers.

when the curtains close and you’re left alone at the dark stage, you pick yourself up, wiping away the tears before standing next to felix, ready to take the final bow with the entire cast once the curtains reopen.

cheers erupt but you’re numb to everything as you countdown from the seconds until you can get the hell away from there.

when he catches you backstage, felix grabs your arm, “are you okay?”

you look at him with a deadpan expression, “why would i not be?”

“i’m not daft, y/n, i know you didn’t cry because of the play.”

you roll your eyes, “bold of you to assume i’m not just a good actress,” you say as you shake him off you.

the last thing you need right now is for felix to catch you in a moment of weakness—because you never are.

you feel him still sticking his gaze on you even when you’ve long arrived at the dressing room, with minho gone, the tense atmosphere was now heavy between you two, but you try to ignore it as you fix your belongings.

annoyed by the fact that he won’t stop following your every movement, you leave for the bathroom to get dressed.

when you get back to the area, you catch a glimpse of an embrace between lucy and felix, but since you’ve arrived the moment they let go of each other, you couldn’t really tell how long it lasted—vis-a-vis the judgment basis on two people’s relationship based on how long their hugs last. felix was the first one to notice you and he immediately averted his gaze, but you couldn’t tell why.

“y/n!” lucy giddily runs towards you as she sees you by the door, “i was just congratulating yongbok, you two did so great! i swear i was crying by the curtains!”

“thanks.” you gave her a tight-lipped smile, feeling off about what you saw, though you don’t really know why.

jealousy? as if.

“the donations were through the roof, i bet you pulled some strings, didn’t you? i don’t think the theater club ever made this big of a profit since.. ever!” she keeps yapping on about the achievement.

“wait, what’s the reward for the highest bidder?” you ask, remembering that specific part she mentioned before.

with that, lucy shifts her weight from one foot to another, suddenly feeling uneasy, “well… that… umm… a date with you.”

your ears start to ring, suddenly feeling whiplash at her statement, you blink a few times before towering over her, “you did what?”

“i’m sorry!” she immediately cowers, “we were desperate and we thought it was the only way we could get people to donate!”

“so you whored me out?! without my permission?!” you grit your teeth at her. you calm yourself down, glaring at the apologetic girl.

“who’s the highest bidder?” you ask and she glances towards felix.

“well—your co-star is.” lucy points.

you risk a glance towards felix but he’s still pretending like he wasn’t part of the conversation, seemingly more interested in the mirror than at you.

you sigh defeatedly, remembering chan’s words that this was for a good cause and that he’ll assume you hate charity if you don’t help you. not that you care about what christopher bang thinks but you wouldn’t wave away charity, “great, when’s this date then?”

“that’s up to you two,” lucy says. felix stands up in a flash, confusing you whether he wants you to follow or not, but he answers that question for you.

“luce, let’s go home,” he gestures for your colleague, confusing you even further.

luce?

seriously, what game is he trying to play here?!

though it seems like lucy was more confused than you. nonetheless, she follows, leaving you alone without so much of a goodbye.

when the two leave through the door, they bump into a familiar presence, “whoops, ‘scuse me, thanks.”

you snap your head up, raising your eyebrows at the visitor, unsurprisingly, he raises his back at you.

“why do you look surprised, you called me here to visit you,” changbin pipes making you roll your eyes.

“how are you doing, bin?” you sit, urging him to a chair besides yours.

“good, good, it was a nice show,” he nods.

“where’s nana?” you ask and he makes a gagging face.

“the girl who never stops talking? she met up with a guy, average height, small eyes, brownish hair, name sounds like dung or something.”

“jungsu,” you rolled your eyes. nana probably confronted the poor bastard as well, because of course she would.

“well that’s actually why i came here right now, y’know? i was just going to watch and leave but nana told me lots of stuff.”

you shift in your seat, wondering what he’s about to say next.

“like, this place seems like a horrible, horrible place to live in—i mean, she showed me the twitter posts!” he exclaims, “look, i’m not one to judge but like, damn, y’all live like this?”

“it’s not like i have a choice,” you shrug.

“well i’m giving you one.”

your eyebrows raise at his statement.

“i know you’re smart and capable, y/n, come work for our company and we’ll have everything set out for you.”

you want to be offended but you’ve known changbin enough times that even when he sounds awfully crass, 80% of the time, he actually means well.

“thanks changbin but i’d rather not.” you reject politely.

“i knew you’d say that, just wanted to offer you an option in case this place becomes a little too much. don’t get me wrong, i don’t care, but when i think about you, it dawns on me that we used to live the same life, and if in a cruel twist of fate, we hypothetically go bankrupt, i can’t imagine being in your shoes.”

“wow, seo changbin learned empathy? how did you level up?” he rolls his eyes at your sarcastic remark but laughs it off along with you.

“you know i don’t take shortcuts,” you say when the laughter dies down, he nods understandingly.

“is that why you sent minho away?” he asks and you nod back, of course he already would’ve heard about it.

“he’s my best friend and now… i question all of those moments with him,”

changbin leans on his seat towards you, giving you a serious face, “his current morals might be askew when it comes to his approach in pursuing you, but if i know anything about minho, it’s that he’s never been anything else but sincere for what his feelings towards you. his only fault was being so down astronomically bad for you that he became a bit too possessive.”

“but now he’s gone.”

“it’s hard to bring back a pure friendship after whatever went down but at least there may come a time where you can be civil with one another once more.”

you really hope so.

changbin offered you a ride home, which you graciously accepted because it gave you time to catch up with nana. at first, you’ve always felt overwhelmed with the chatterbox, but now, there was a certain sense of comfort in hearing her neverending voice.

remembering the days of her always following you around in the cafeteria, trying to chat you up with the most random things. you feel guilty that you always took her company for granted, thinking that people like nana come to your life in handfuls, not realizing that her pure sincerity, admiration, and enthusiasm towards you is as rare as they come.

she also recounts how she gave jungsu an earful after tracking him down all over campus.

it also gets a giggle out of you when you saw changbin seemingly driving his earbuds further into his ears to tune out the girl.

“you sure you don’t want to stay for a night? it’s already past 12.” you offer changbin, and he almost seems to scrunch his face in disgust at the offer.

“well, i’d say yes but my boyfriends and girlfriends would miss me too much,” you roll your eyes at him, though you know the environment of your shitty town was the only reason why he didn’t want to stay.

because surprisingly enough, nana didn’t want to either.

with one last goodbye from the two unlikely companions, you go inside your modest house as you watch them drive away back to the uptown city.

you know your father would be out for work and the housekeeper, jina, doesn’t really stay past the late hours of the night, but there was still that pinching loneliness that crept in your heart when you entered the dark, gloomy house.

you can’t even find it within you to call it a home.

everytime you enter the door, it felt like a temporary space—like a place that you will soon leave the moment you could.

and when things are temporary, they never feel fully comfortable.

you take deep breaths as you let the emotions of everything take over you.

stomping up the stairs to your bedroom, you slam the door shut with all your might, feeling comfortable enough to throw a tantrum because no one was around to witness it anyway.

you sit in front of your vanity, seeing the glimmer of your necklace in the moonlight—unknowingly so, you realize that you’re still wearing the necklace that minho gave you during your 18th birthday.

you’ve gotten used to wearing it that you didn’t even realize you still are.

that’s how minho is—a part of your life that’s always been there, instinctively, you know that he’s always around and ready to support you. being around minho was as natural as breathing air.

minho is just minho.

but now, that entire friendship is broken.

you broke out into sobs as you clutch the necklace, ripping it from your neck as you drown out the sound of your own cries with the clattering pearls of the accessory.

stupid minho.

stupid felix.

stupid town.

everything sucks.

soojin and her bitchiness. the feeling of not belonging everywhere. rat face kim jungsu and his nosy twitter gossip feed. stupid chan and his shitty personality.

you hate everything.

you close your eyes, letting the overwhelming feelings take over you, hoping that you can get them all out in one go so you can go back to being the walled-off new girl that you started with.

but as you try to reminisce about the “better days”, instead of seeing the past of you spending time shopping in luxury brands or taking cross-country vacations with splendor, you see the days you’ve had in the trailer park.

the time where you started orbiting around felix’s world.

meeting him gave you a drive you never knew you had, and you wish for those “good ol’ days”

ironic.

life is just a never ending tragic comedy.

you stand up in frustration, looking around your room—it was filled with mementos from minho.

so you tear them all one by one.

the framed picture of you two.

the shoes he gave you.

the perfumes.

the accessories.

the clothes.

every single thing in your room screamed minho, so you shout out in annoyance. how could you have been so blind not to realize that he’s basically been marking you. no wonder people thought you were together.

you litter all of those material things on the ground, hoping that you trashed them enough.

you rest your head on the wall, a knocking on your window flinches you in surprise as you see the man in your mind suddenly manifest.

his face gleaming in the moonlight, illuminated against the window, in contrast to your dark bedroom.

you didn’t realize you were staring agape at felix until he knocked again, making you aggressively wipe away the evidence of weakness on your face before coming to him.

“are you a psycho?!” you shout at him but he just crosses over the ledge, sitting on your windowsill as he dangles his legs on your bedroom.

“you’re crying again,” he points out, making you roll your eyes, but his face is filled with nothing but concern as he witnessed your earlier outburst. though out of respect of your emotions and boundaries, he doesn’t bring it up.

“gee, sherlock, never noticed.”

“what’s wrong?” he asks with pure sincerity that he could almost trick you into thinking he actually cared.

“why do you care?”

“i just do,” he shrugs, making you roll your eyes.

“lee felix, you are the most complicated man i know.”

he just thinks for a moment before replying, “i don’t think i am.”

you raise your eyebrows at him, waiting for him to continue.

“i know what i want and i chase after that, that’s just who i am,” his eyes hold yours in an intense gaze, one that made you look away or else you’d probably misunderstand his words.

“and what the hell are you doing here then?”

he breathes out, “i—just wanted to check up on you.”

you roll your eyes at him but he continues, “i heard your conversation with minho.”

you glare at him for eavesdropping but he crosses his arms, “and i know you heard ours too.”

touché.

“if you’re here to cash in on your date then i’m sorry to say that i think you might have to come back another day,” you stretch your arms to push it off but he just catches his hands on yours.

“i wasn’t lying last time,” he says softly as he intertwined his fingers in yours, “i really do miss you—”

“so..” he pulls you closer to him.

“so..” closer.

“much.” until you were so close he could wrap his arms around your waist, so he does.

and for some reason, you didn’t have the strength to resist him. not when you weren’t limited to seven minutes.

not when you’ve been so tired of everything.

not when you know you’ve missed him too.

and felix knows, given by the way his eyes soften when you melt against his touch.

“what do you want?” you try to be strong in resisting him, but when you can barely tear your eyes away from him, your voice just comes out as a soft whisper.

“i want to kiss you, so bad.”

“you already did.”

he shakes his head, “not in that kind of setting.”

you give in.

slowly leaning down to his face until you can smell the faint mint on his breath—until the jingling of keys stops you in your tracks.

it was probably your father, and normally, you don’t care.

but that wasn’t what made you stop.

it was only because it gave you a small wake-up call, remembering lucy and felix’s closeness.

what is she to you?

what did you talk about?

what did the hug mean?

felix shows you a tiny bit of affection and suddenly you’re wrapped around his finger again.

you hate it.

you separate yourself from him, “i think you should go.”

you couldn’t bring it in you to ask directly, thinking that you’ll sound like a jealous girlfriend—characteristics which you’re both not. so you had no right to do so.

although felix was a bit reluctant to part, when he hears your father calling you downstairs, he follows the command.

he squeezes your hand one last time, giving you a longing look before disappearing through the roofs.

you think that maybe there was already a secret connection between lucy and felix—besides, why would he agree to doing theater when he especially doesn’t seem like the type to do so.

perhaps your re-appearance probably just confused him, made him feel things from the past, but you weren’t one to wreck a relationship.

so with a heavy heart, you make a promise not to spread anymore chaos in your path, not when you’ve finally had enough. no more vengeance, no more revenge, no more chasing red lines.

you already know who buzzkill is, and the second one: buzzkiller, already went silent afterward.

soojin probably won’t show her face in a while.

gaon is getting the help that he needs through the support system that values him dearly.

you already reached an equal footing with chan.

and there’s nothing else you can do but to remain lowkey, hoping that everything will go back to normal.

“sweeti—holy hell, what tornado came through here?” your father greets as he peeks his head through your door, blinding you as he opens the lights.

“geez, i was just looking for my tiffany earrings,” you lie, but your father can see right through you.

nonetheless, he doesn’t mention anything, “i have some news.”

“what? you remarrying yet?” you joke, which he waves off with an eyeroll.

“no, even better.” you perk at his enthusiasm.

“we can go back to the city now.”

synopsis: rich yet down-to-earth. devilishly handsome yet an angelic sweetheart. before you transferred to university, lee felix had already established a fine reputation for himself—beloved by everyone, a personality that can bring world peace. but something seems off—because you've definitely seen him before, and he's not as sweet as he makes himself out to be.

taglist: @mochisnlix @pikapikapikaachuu @justyournormalsimp @yubinism @beaann @kangyounghyunhands @chi-haku @chefmingyu @imnyti @fraeppuccino @aerastus

mastertag: @geniejunn @leagreenly @90s-belladonna @fuzzylard @loveliebri @chimmybaek7 @todorokiskitten @lilacdreams-00 @ethereallino @ninjaleeknow @trials--error @hey-i-really-miss-you @caratinylyfe @soobin-chois

thoughts and feedback pls 🤲

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 310: A Tale of Two Kacchans

Previously on BnHA: Flashback!Deku was all, “hey, you know what sounds like a good decision? Abandoning my studies at the safest place in the country so that the bad guy who wants to find me and kill me has literally nothing standing in his way of doing that.” All Might was all, “I fucking knew you were going to say some bullshit like that so whatever, but I’M COMING WITH YOU and I’m also going to invite the Hawksquad to come with us, mostly so that I can steal Jeanist’s car.” Jeanist was all, “okay fine you can borrow my car, All Might, but only if you wear jeans.” All Might was all, “okay sure” and he wore jeans and also sunglasses and a leather jacket and it was pretty rad. Anyway so now they’re out there fighting crime and hunting down the LoV and stuff, and absolutely none of it is going to end well, I’m just letting you know now. But I guess we’ll let them enjoy it while it lasts.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “happy belated Kacchan’s Birthday makeste, here’s the flashback you really wanted at long last,” and proceeds to pull the old vestige flashback out of the kitchen drawer and upend its contents all over my Friday afternoon without the slightest bit of warning. OFA III is all “WHAT’S UP I’M JUST SOME GUY, HELLO,” and okay?? Hello yourself. OFA II, on the other hand, is all, “okay yeah I have different hair and stuff, but I’m like 98% sure I’m either Bakugou or his goddamn twin, I mean look at me.” Which, yeah. I looked, and he really is though you guys. Anyway though, so he and OFA II basically just showed up in the First (who goes by Yoichi now)’s prison cell one day all “HEY THERE, WE’RE HERE TO SAVE YOU, APPARENTLY, ALTHOUGH WE SEEM REAL CONFUSED ABOUT IT TBH BUT HEY.” And so they saved him, and Yoichi was all “hey nice to meet you do you want to join my super-exclusive Saving The World Club”, and so they did, and then the chapter ended lol. I would have said yes too.

oh my sweet lord?? I didn’t realize we were getting a color page this week, but LOOK AT THIS

this could have been a fucking volume cover. I’m almost mad that it wasn’t, lol but I mean fkldjslklk just look at it??! Horikoshi out here spoiling us and making sure we’re well fed since next week the manga is on break for Golden Week. well this will certainly help to tide me over. hot damn look at those colors

so now it’s raining on some dumb building in the middle of somewhere

is this where the Hawksquad has set up camp for the night? or are we actually cutting back to the League? that’d be unexpected (but not unwelcome)

ffff nevermind dammit it’s just more random citizens under attack

feels like this is the third or fourth scene we’ve had of civilians being Under Attack since this arc started. I mean no offense, but I think we get it by this point. it’s the end times, etc. etc. we’re well aware that things have gone to shit

so apparently these two guys are facing off against a girl with a mutant quirk. and she’s telling them that she’s not a monster and she was just scared, oh shit. I believe her btw, you can see it in her face

but these assholes don’t believe her at all and they’re pointing what looks to be some type of support item gun at her

you know what’s interesting, is that this kind of random quirk discrimination is the exact kind of thing PLF and the like were swearing up and down they’d put a stop to with their glorious revolution. it’s almost like those guys were completely full of shit. huh

so yeah, fortunately for this woman someone is stepping in and intervening before she can be blasted to bits by this trigger-happy asshole for absolutely no fucking reason

looks like a hero actually stepped in and saved her?? but no that can’t be, heroes are the ones that ruin everything and make everything worse, or so I understand. lol where did all of this sarcasm come from out of nowhere dlkdsjlk I’m sorry guys I just suddenly got swept up in the hypocrisy of certain people’s philosophies out of the blue idek

anyway so it is of course Deku saving her, and now he’s trying to talk thess jerks down all diplomatically instead of just kicking their asses, which is certainly a choice

MOTHERFUCKER I’M

fucking impossible to miss the real world parallels here. shit. this woman nearly died for her crime of Walking While Having A Mutant Quirk huh. and meanwhile Deku is just letting this guy scurry away and even letting him keep that fucking bazooka of his, like, ????

fucking hell she’s crying!!

lmao this chapter is actively trying to make me mad now huh. that’s some genuine righteous anger I’m feeling on behalf of this fictional ferret lady whom I only met two minutes ago. girl you are not the one who needs to explain herself here!! you didn’t do anything wrong holy fuck. everything about this situation sucks so much

fkKJKLMMMHFGH

“I’m sorry I made you upset, please enjoy this panel of tiny!floating!Deku hefting this lady’s massive beach umbrella up for her like the fucking gentleman he is” well okay then thank you sir

and JUST LIKE THAT the tension is broken and I’m entirely incapable of taking the rest of this conversation seriously because Deku’s trying to be all calming and authoritative, but now the illusion has been broken because I know he only comes up to like her knees

“well thanks again for saving me young man. I’ll leave you to it, I’m sure you’ve got more important things to do like protecting your Lucky Charms cereal from all those greedy children”

oh hey All Might

you wouldn’t have just let that guy with the bazooka just walk away to commit more attempted murders would you?? man

OH MY GOD DEKU IS IMMEDIATELY DITCHING HIM AGAIN

I ~CANNOT STAY HERE~ oh, well, sorry to keep you detained I know you’re busy

dfslkjlk oh my god

fucking told you Deku didn’t pack any food lol. it’s literally all notebooks in that bag you guys. he couldn’t just leave them all in his dorm room when he left, because what if someone tried to read them and came across one of the pages where he absentmindedly doodled Kacchan’s name surrounded by little tiny hearts oh gosh

AWWWWW

I needed this Horikoshi. thank you for this wholesome soul-cleansing interaction after all of that bullshit earlier

so now Deku’s climbing up this tall building to eat his lunchbox more dramatically. Tokoyami would be proud

and Banjou is saying that society right now is just like in The Good Old Days (read: bad old days) when quirk society was even more of a mess than it is now

which is exactly how AFO likes it, no doubt

so now Deku’s having a whole conversation with Banjou seemingly out loud lol, weird. and he’s basically saying that they don’t have any clues as to where TomurAFO and the League are hiding right now, and none of the Tartarus escapees they’ve found knew anything either

mmmmmfmhm, marge simpson noises

but you think you can?? you, alone, by yourself?? you think you stand a chance?? I just need you to think this all through a bit more kid

Deku it is NOT JUST YOUR RESPONSIBILITY ALONE, PLEASE REALIZE THIS ALREADY. YOU MAY BE THE CHOSEN ONE, BUT EVEN THE CHOSEN ONE NEEDS HIS FRIENDS BY HIS SIDE GODDAMMIT

and of course my pleading is all in vain, because he’s a fictional character who can’t fucking hear me, and also because I’m pretty sure there’s only one character who is going to actually be able to get him to hear reason here. I’ve been saying it, and I’ll keep saying it lol. so until then I guess I’ll just have to be patient

anyway so it appears we’re segueing into another flashback??? HORIKOSHI PLEASE GIVE ME SOME BAKUCRUMBS BEFORE THE TWO WEEK BREAK, I BEG YOU

dlKSDJLFKWJELKGHSLGKLEKJLFKHLGK

YES, THANK YOU, I KNOW WHERE THIS FUCKING IS LOL, IT’S NOT LIKE I’VE BEEN OBSESSED WITH FINDING OUT WHAT HAPPENS IN THE REST OF THIS SCENE OR ANYTHING LMAO. BUT ANYWAYS DON’T MIND ME, YOU WERE SAYING??

oh my god oh my god I’m not readyyyyy, but also FUCK YEAH I AM SO FUCKING READY LOL LET’S DO THIS

YOU GUYS

I’M ABOUT TO STEP IN THAT ROOM AND YEET ONE OF THOSE FUCKING CHAIRS AT YOU ALL

NOOOOO

I’M ABOUT TO GRAB BANJOU’S GOGGLES AND STRETCH THEM OUT AND SNAP THEM BACK SO THEY SMACK THE SHIT OUT OF HIS FOREHEAD!!! IT’S WHAT HE DESERVES!!! I’M ABOUT TO MOVE TO JAPAN AND GET A JOB WITH DOORDASH AND FIND OUT WHAT HORIKOSHI LIKES TO ORDER FOR LUNCH SO I CAN BE THE ONE TO DELIVER IT SO THAT WHEN HE OPENS THE DOOR I CAN FINALLY ASK HIM “HEY WHAT THE FUCK” IN PERSON

AHHH NO EVERYBODY SHHHHH STOP TALKING!!!!

SOMEONE PLEASE TELL THAT PERSON SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF THEIR LUNGS IN THE BACKGROUND TO SHUT THE FUCK UP, OH WAIT, THAT’S ME

(」゜ロ゜)」 щ(゜ロ゜щ)

LOL THIS FUCKING ASSHOLE!!! LOOK AT YOU!!! YOU’RE NOT KIRISHIMA OR SHINSOU OR IIDA IN A WIG OR ANYBODY LOL. YOU’RE JUST A DUDE. BROOOOO ABOUT FUCKING TIME, WHAT’S GOOD

I CAN’T SCROLL DOWN AHHHH BUT I HAVE TO BUT IT’S TOO INTENSE AHHHHHHH

I CAN SEE THE TOP OF HIS SPIKY HEAD, IT’S FINALLY THAT TIME AHHHHHHHH OKAY I’M GONNA DO IT HERE GOES

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

IT’S HIM. IT FUCKING REALLY FUCKIGN IS HIM OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. WHY AM I SO SHOCKED LMAO I’M THE ONE WHO’S BEEN SAYING THIS THE WHOLE DAMN TIME LMAO. OH GOD. O H MY FUCKING GOD

well okay then sir. so are you an ~ancestor~ or a Kacchan from another timeline or so what’s your deal then

YOICHI WHO IS YOICHI

YOICHI ALWAYS KNOWS WHAT’S UP. LMAO WHO IS YOICHI

(ETA: I’m going to punch myself in the face lmao. he’s Yoichi. he, the First. that’s his name. name reveal at long last what what!!)

MORE IMPORTANTLY SHOULD I BE IMAGINING NOBU’S VOICE RIGHT NOW BECAUSE LMAO I AM ANYWAY BUT YEAH

(ETA: I actually think he’s going to end up being voiced by Nobuhiko whether he ends up being Kacchan or not, just because it fits right in with the general “identical in almost every way” aesthetic he’s got going on.)

TUMBLR HOW WE LIKING OUR ANGSTY ALTERNATE UNIVERSE KACCHAN?? EVERYONE HATED YOU SO MUCH BEFORE THEY EVEN MET YOU, BUT THEY FORGOT TO CONSIDER THE POSSIBILITY THAT YOU MIGHT BE HOT LMAO WHAT A TWIST

“some bright-eyed brat” oh come on. IT’S GOTTA BE HIM LOL

oh my god you all are probably TIRED AS FUCK of all my screaming but I’M SORRY IMMA HAVE TO DO IT ONE LAST TIME BECAUSE...

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

that face. that expression!! THE FACT THAT HE’S OUT HERE OPENING DOORS WITH HIS FEET, LIKE HOLY SHIT!! JUST ADMIT THE JIG IS UP ALREADY

and so they really are the ones who busted First out of his jail cell huh

so how did they know you were in the room?? why did they come and break you out?? and how, pray tell, did they know to get you to transfer OFA to them?? hmmmMMMMMMMM

oh MY GOD

you guys. oh my god. it’s too much. every last bit of it lines up exactly with the Bakuverse theory sdkjfj I’m short-circuiting. it’s really fucking happening oh my lord

HELLO SEXY ALTERNATE UNIVERSE KACCHAN WITH HIS SEXY FUCKING SCAR, FUCK YEAH WE REALLY ARE EATING GOOD THIS CHAPTER

HELL YEAH WE’RE GOING. WE’RE GOING FULL SPEED YOU GUYS. LMAO I’M SO FUCKING HYPED RIGHT NOW I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF WEFKJLDKFFFF

SO, EVERYONE, LET’S RECAP. -- ACTUALLY NO, I STARTED TO WRITE UP A LIST, BUT I IMMEDIATELY REALIZED IT REALLY JUST NEEDS TO GO IN ITS OWN THREAD. SO I MADE IT AND POSTED IT, AND NOW I’M FINISHING UP THIS HOT MESS OF A RECAP POST. SO NOW WE’RE BACK TO THIS ONE FINAL PANEL OF DEKU EATING HIS KATSU ALL SERIOUS

YES SIR. YES SIR, WE GOING, FULL SPEED AHEAD, WHATEVER, IDK WTF IS HAPPENING BUT YES!!

lol, anyways so as I said in my other post, mysterious sexy guys with tragic pasts are what bring us together as a fandom, so whatever your thoughts are on the rest of it, let’s just rejoice in that. it’s what we deserve

[expectingtofly]

Claire Novak's (Surprisingly) Not-So-Lame Day

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this fic is written for @dean-has-great-taste as part of @starrynightdeancas' gift exchange. thanks sophie for organizing this, it was a lot of fun <33 and i hope you enjoy this, gen!!

*****

How did Claire find herself joining Dean, Cas, and Jack for an excursion to the mall?

Well.

Cas had texted her yesterday, with an extreme amount of emojis and emoticons that took some time to decipher, asking if she wanted to go shopping with him, Dean, and Jack. Apparently Jack needed new clothes and they needed a gift for Eileen’s birthday coming up, and maybe they could go bowling or something afterwards.

And normally she would’ve said no way because hanging out with old guys was lame and she didn’t like little kids, but she needed an excuse to get out of Jody and Donna’s weekend plans of cleaning out the garage. Plus, Kaia needed to study for a test—she actually enjoyed school, the weirdo—and had requested no distractions.

So that’s how she found herself sitting in the back of the Impala next to a carseat, listening to one of Dean’s old cassette tapes (which wasn’t too bad, but she’d never admit it).

“What’s that?” Jack asked, stretching against his carseat straps to jab at one of the pins Claire wore on her leather jacket.

“It’s the lesbian flag,” she told him. Cas looked back at them from the front seat, smiling.

“This one?” Jack pointed to the rainbow pin on her pocket.

“It’s the pride flag.”

Jack considered that for a moment before announcing, “I want one. And this one.” He pointed to the mothman pin on her lapel, then the big-eyed, green alien. “And this one... and this one, and this one.” (Alex said she had more pins than leather on her jacket, but sue her, she liked making her clothing her own).

Jack, it seemed, also liked… unique clothing. The kid was wearing rain boots even though the sun was out and overalls with embroidered flowers. He dressed weird, there was no way around it. But so did Cas, so there was probably no hope for him, poor kid.

“Okay,” she decided. “I know where to get you some.”

Jack beamed and swung his legs. “Don’t kick the seat,” Dean told him, and Jack pouted at him.

Claire was surprised Dean even let a carseat in his precious Impala. Pulling out her phone, she asked, “Can we listen to my music?”

Dean started to respond with a “Hell no,” but Cas spoke up first, “Of course.”

Dean spluttered as Claire connected to the bluetooth connector Sam had finally convinced Dean to install. The old man didn’t realize it was the 21st century, apparently.

“I wanna listen to Gaga!” Jack said, leaning over to look at her phone.

At first she thought that was some baby talk, then she realized Jack was into pop music. Ugh. But it would annoy Dean, so...

Leaning in conspiratorially with Jack, she let him scroll through her phone and choose which song to play. When “Born This Way” started filtering through the car, Dean groaned.

“Really?” he asked, sending her a glare in the rearview mirror. Mission accomplished.

Jack clapped along and Cas turned the music up louder. “Great choice, Jack,” he said.

Dean, for all his grumbling, didn’t turn down the music, and Claire caught him glancing at Cas, who tapped his fingers on his thigh to the beat. Dean looked like he was fighting back a smile and Claire rolled her eyes. Dude was so whipped.

When they parked at the mall, Cas grabbed Jack’s hand before he could sprint across the parking lot. “You have to look both ways,” he reminded him gently, and Jack nodded.

“Claire’s gonna buy me pins,” he said, jumping onto the curb.

“Yup.” Claire pat her jacket pocket. “Good ol’ credit card fraud.”

“Woah, now,” Dean started to protest.

“You and Sam are the ones who taught me!” Claire reminded him.

“We’ll pay for them,” Cas said, opening the door to the mall. Jack skipped inside, his rain boots squeaking on the tiled floor.

“We’re doing what now?” Dean asked Cas, taking his hand. Gross.

“Come on, Jack,” Claire said, catching up to the toddler. “Let’s go get you some style.” Over her shoulder, she called, “Meet up with you guys later.”

“Have fun!” Cas called.

“Don’t get kidnapped,” Dean added.

As they distanced themselves from the old geezers, Jack grabbed her hand, and Claire startled a little. “Do you like dinosaurs?” he asked.

Someone passing by gave them a smile, and Claire realized people probably thought Jack was her younger brother. She let him hold her hand anyway. “Sure.”

“What’s your favorite? Mine is the bon-ta-sore-us.” He sounded out the word carefully.

“Don’t know. What’s the one with the spiky horns?”

“Ti-ce-a-tops?”

“Yeah, that sounds cool.”

“That’s my second favorite!” He started jumping from one colored tile to the next. “And the T-Rex. That’s Dee’s favorite. And Dad likes the steg-a-sore-us.” He peered up at her. “Did you know he got to see dinosaurs? Right in front of him!”

“You know what that means, right?” He shook his head. “He’s super old. He’s basically a dinosaur himself.”

Jack’s eyes widened. “He’s a dinosaur,” he repeated in a hushed whisper.

“Yup.” Spotting Hot Topical, she headed that way. “You should tell him that.”

Inside the store, Jack let go of her hand to grab a stuffed cat. “Claire! Like yours!”

Claire rolled her eyes. “Yeah.” So, she still had the Grumpy Cat Cas had bought her. She wasn’t cruel enough to throw it away when the guy was trying so hard to make up for walking around in her dead dad’s body. Plus, the stuffed animal was kinda cute. Not that she was going to tell anyone that.

“Here ya go,” she told Jack, finding a box of pins at the register. She brought the box down to his level and Jack ran over to look inside.

“I want a Doc McStuffins pin,” he said, plunging his hand into the box.

“I don’t know if they have those.”

As they rooted through the box of pins, she heard familiar voices and looked up to see Dean and Cas walking inside.

“What are you guys doing here?” she asked.

“I like this store,” Cas said and Dean rolled his eyes. Among the pleather and black, Cas’ dingy old trench coat—over a Winnie the Pooh sweatshirt instead of a suit—and Dean’s ratty flannel and boots only looked more ridiculous. She took it back—even Jack dressed better than them.

“You guys don’t have to be in here,” she told them.

“What, we’re too old?” Dean asked defensively.

“Yeah, actually.”

Cas poked at a toy and it squeaked. God, could they be any more embarrassing?

“Dad!” Jack called, holding out a rainbow pin. “Look, they have soo many.” Cas joined Jack in going through the pins and Claire asked Dean, giving his outfit a meaningful look,

“Was the Army Surplus store too trendy for you?”

“Did they kick you out of Sephora for buying up all the eyeliner?“ Dean shot back.

Touché. In a truce, she held out a pin with the bisexual flag. She wasn’t really sure what Dean identified as, if he even gave it any thought, but guessed it was close enough. “For you.”

Dean rolled his eyes but took it. “I’m not weighing down my jacket with this crap, though.”

“No, ‘course not, that would mean having any sort of style.”

“Can I help you with anything?” asked an employee with two nose rings and jewelry up and down their ears— so cool. Claire saw the way their eyes flicked between them, probably thinking they made a weird group, and she took a step back, trying to silently communicate that yes, she was shopping with them, but no, she was not as lame as them.

“Just looking,” Dean told them.

“I like your drawings,” Jack said and the employee looked down at their arms which were littered with tattoos.

“Thanks.”

“My dad has a drawing. It’s Enochian.”

The employee—Wren, by the name tag—looked at Cas with new respect in their eyes. “Language of the angels. Sick.”

Cas looked pleased. “Thank you. It’s come in handy more than once.”

The employee went back to looking confused and, starting to walk away, told them to call if they needed anything.

“Do you want anything?” Cas asked Claire, and Claire looked through the box. She grabbed a pentagram pin and, seeming to copy her, Jack grabbed another one, clutching several pins already in his fists.

“You like bees, right?” Claire asked Cas, spotting a “Save the Bees” pin. She held it up for him.

Cas’ eyes brightened. “That’s a wonderful message.” He glanced back at Dean and frowned. “Dean, they’re not going to bite.”

Claire looked over to see Dean shying away from a few emo teens. “Look like it,” Dean muttered, joining them. Jack lifted up his hands, asking to be hoisted up. Dean set him on his hip and Jack showed him the pins he’d selected. He held a dinosaur pin to Dean’s collar.

“Do you want one, Dee?”

“He’s too lame,” Claire piped up. Not for the first time, she noticed the healed over piercing mark on Dean’s right ear and pointed to it. “Looks like he used to be cool, though.”

“Yeah, guess so,” Dean said dryly. His hand went to his earlobe. “Pierced it myself, in high school.”

“I think you’re still cool,” Cas told him, and Claire fake-gagged, making Jack giggle.

Cas took the pins to the cash register where Wren rang them up. Dean added the bisexual flag pin and Claire threw in a pair of spiky earrings, because, hey, they were paying.

“15.36,” Wren told them, dropping the pins into a bag.

“My dad’s a dinosaur,” Jack told them, trying to see over the edge of the counter. Wren raised an eyebrow, Cas looked surprised, and Claire stifled a laugh.

“Claire, help me,” Jack said, grabbing the bag from Cas as they exited the store. Moving to the side, Claire helped him attach the pins to his overalls. A smiley face, a pride flag, a grinning Stitch, a sunflower, a dinosaur, and the pentagram. The pins clacked as Jack tugged at his overalls, trying to look at them all. Overall, a chaotic look, but it kinda matched his vibe.

“Lookin’ good,” she told him, and Jack beamed.

“I’m like you!”

Alright, she wouldn’t take it that far, but, “Yeah, close enough.”

Cas attached the “Save the Bees” pins to his trench coat pocket and it ended up crooked. Rolling her eyes, Claire said, “Let me.”

She reattached the pin and stepping back to look it over, decided, “You could actually make that coat look cool if you added more stuff to it.”

Cas looked down at himself. “Thank you.”

“Nothing’s gonna save that sweatshirt, though.” Couldn’t let his ego get too big.

“Dean said he liked it,” Cas said, glancing back at Dean, who was shooting an evil eye at Claire. He quickly wiped it off his face and draped an arm over Cas’ shoulders.

“Yeah, it’s uh… Charming.” He guided Cas away from Claire. “Don’t listen to her, she still thinks sarcasm is a personality trait.”

“Screw you, old man,” she called. Jack skipped after them and she checked her phone to see Kaia had texted her: How’s everything going? They drive you crazy yet?

They’re so weird, she texted back. Then she added, They’re not too bad.

“Come on, Jack,” she said, hurrying to catch up with him, Dean, and Cas. “Let’s go get our ears pierced.”

“Yay!” Jack cheered. He grabbed her hand and tugged her down the mall.

“Woah, woah, you’re not doing that,” Dean protested like the wet blanket he was.

“You can get yours pierced too,” Claire told him, and he faltered,

“I don’t want, we’re not—“

“You know you want to.” She let Jack lead her away and Dean called after them,

“We're never bringing you shopping again!”

Grinning, she turned to shout over her shoulder, “You know you love me!”

[kazutoes]

thank you to @nuuneyraegon for letting me basically dump this in her discord chat, I am saddled by unnecessary feelings for this game and I am surprised I didn't start writing for this fandom sooner

might post this on a03 idk

basically: 🌟 hospital confession scene 🌟

pairing: Phoenix Wright/Miles Edgeworth

word count: 1198

———<3———

When Miles Edgeworth walks past those haunting hospital ward doors, it was 20 minutes past midnight.

The smell of antiseptic assaults his senses as he walks through the dark corridors, lit with only the studio lights and the occasional monitor, waiting to log in. Even the nurses had retired to their station for the night, rest assured that their patients would make it through the night.

Hopefully, Miles' unhelpful mind supplies him, and he shakes his head.

The phone call that he'd got off of as soon as he realized what was wrong still repeated in his head, over and over and over. Larry's stuttering voice as he said that Wright was being rushed to the hospital, freezing yet running a high fever all at once.

It took him 10 minutes to pack, 30 minutes to get to the airport, and an hour to get onto a flight back to the States.

Twelve hours later, he doesn't regret a single thing.

It isn't long before he finds the name Mr. Wright scrawled on one of the doors, the number 223 matching with what the nurse told him.

"He should be asleep right now," She said in a hushed voice, angry that she was overruled by Miles pulling the prosecutor card. All of her patients deserved rest right now. "So be very careful. He's gone through a lot, you know."

Wincing at the creek of the door, he pushes it open carefully to find Phoenix sitting on a laptop, his eyes mostly closed. His hands rested on the middle of the keyboard, as if he were about to type something important.

As if his own rest and health wasn't. Miles has to resist the urge to close the laptop and put it away.

Wright's eyes widen as he sees him standing at the door, holding a black leather briefcase. He's sure that even Wright could see through his façade at this point. He came straight from the airport, afterall.

"Miles…"

With that, he decides to step closer into the room and close it behind him, figuring they'd both want some privacy. It isn't long before he ends up at Wright's bedside, setting the briefcase down on the floor gently. There's more than just court papers in there.

"You came," Wright says, giving Miles a sheepish smile. "You didn't have to."

"Don't be foolish," Is all Miles replies, dragging the chair to get closer to Wright. The way he sounds like Franziska isn't lost on him. He's had a very, very long flight. "I was in the area for some business, and when I got the call..."

Wright squints at him. "You're lying."

His own eyes widen. "What?"

The laptop is closed a moment later, the only light source coming in now was the moonlight from the windows. It only seemed to make Wright's conviction even more solid as he smirks, his eyes resetting back into half lidded.

"If you were in the area, you would've been here sooner. And, I do keep up on the news." He chuckles half playful, half… something Miles couldn't identify.

"'Former Demon Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth finds Japanese serial killer Ita Wazme guilty... Family is relieved to find some justice.'"

I see why you're called the Turnabout Terror.

Before Miles can say anything else, Wright sighs and turns his head, a violent cough wracking his already frail body.

"You should sleep, Edgeworth. I'll be okay." He whispers, voice rough from the assault on his vocal cords.

"I care about you," Is all Miles says, removing the heavy weight of the laptop from Phoenix's legs. He doesn't miss the wince from the movement. "Isn't that enough?"

Wright just chuckles, running a hand through his semi-spiky locks. It was the one unburdened by the rather large IV. "I'm going to live through the night, I promise."

There's a heavy pause. "Larry told me that you were being rushed to the hospital, but nothing else after that. As you already could tell, I packed as much as I could in the least amount of time and... left." He knows he's made a bunch of lecturers and government officials angry. That can be dealt with later.

"I thought you were going to..." The sentence cuts itself off there, unable to be said. The words hang heavy around the room, both men staring at each other. "You fell off a bridge, Wright. How are you so... nonchalant, with that?"

Miles closes his eyes and lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding, the information in front of him finally sinking in like warm, running water. He had all of the evidence, and analyzed it thoroughly. A small, deep part of him is wonderfully relieved at what he has found.

"I thought I lost you, Phoenix."

Wright - no, Phoenix still looks away, looking on the verge of sleep. Maybe he should've waited until morning. Even if Phoenix was alright... that didn't give him any right to—

"You care about me...?" Phoenix asks, the questioning tone only managing to rise up at the very end. "Enough that you'd charter - most likely - a private jet around the world just to see me?"

His dark blue eyes open again. "If I didn't know better, Miles, I would say..." His own sentence cuts itself off.

Something tells Miles that he knew what Phoenix was going to say. "Yes. I did. And I don't regret it one bit."

Phoenix makes quick work of trying to sit himself up, only somewhat managing to fail miserably before Miles manages to get him upright, careful not to budge the heart monitors sitting on the pale skin under the hospital gown. Phoenix mutters a quiet thanks before facing Miles, their faces only a few inches away from each other.

"I'm glad you're well, Wright," Is all Miles can manage before he feels a pair of rather chapped lips meet his, bringing both weak arms to wrap around his shoulders. It doesn't take long before he begins to respond back, settling a supporting hand on Phoenix's back so he didn't fall.

In terms of that being their first kiss, it could've been better. But to the both of them, it felt like heaven.

It isn't long before they both break apart, out of breath but the air around them becoming considerably warmer. As Miles' eyes open up, he doesn't miss the pure joy on Phoenix's face as he wordlessly begs Miles to stay this close to him.

But fear strikes straight into Miles' heart as Phoenix pulls back, clutching his chest.

You're not okay as you thought you were, Phoenix.

Phoenix's eyes drift over to the bedside table, where the magatama and defense attorney badge rested. "You have to help, Miles. I can't do this alone... not any more..."

Phoenix settles back down into bed as Miles pockets the magatama and pins the badge onto his lapel, his own heart starting to pound once again.

"I will do my best," He says, before leaning down and pressing a kiss onto Phoenix's forehead.

There was no missing the contented smile before he fell asleep immediately, those simple actions exhausting him beyond belief.

"I won't let you down, Wright. I promise."

[marvel-and-mischief]

Play Me One More Time

Pairing: Marcus Pike x F!Reader Words: 3900 Warnings: FLUFF, little bit of angst but it's completely overwhelmed by the FLUFF, a swear word or two Synopsis: Marcus puts out a call for your old band to get back together again. You accept, but how long will it take before old feelings for Marcus get in the way?

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Fic Masterpost

The notification popped up on your phone during your lunch break at work. Where you sat at your classroom desk next to the window you could hear children screaming and laughing. You nearly missed the ping of your phone over the sounds.

Holding your half eaten sandwich in one hand, you curiously swiped down from the top of your phone and clicked on the notification without much thought.

Marcus Pike has sent you a message!

You lost your grip on your sandwich as it plonked down onto your lap, but that was the least of your worries. You frantically tried to exit out of the messaging app before it could open but nothing worked. The conversation opened and the word 'read' stared at you mockingly underneath his message.

You sighed, ignoring the sauce that was seeping through your cotton trousers. You had no choice but to read it now. And then you'd have to reply to whatever he had sent you or he'd think you were ignoring him.

Hey! Long time no speak! I've been in touch with Jo and Tom and was wondering if you wanted to get the old band back together? Maybe have a catch up if you're not too busy? Let me know :)

You chewed on your bottom lip as you reread the message half a dozen times, heart hammering in your chest as you realised Marcus must be back in your hometown. You'd heard through Jo that he'd moved to Washington a couple of years ago, so what had brought him back?

You haven't played in the band since your college days, and your only captive audience since then has been the pre-school kids you teach. But you couldn't pass up the opportunity to see Marcus again, the man you'd been head over heels in love with since you knew what love was.

The school bell rang throughout the building, signalling the end of recess and the beginning of afternoon lessons.

Marcus! So good to hear from you. Would love to catch up, are you free this weekend? x

By the time you cleaned up your trousers you had your reply.

This weekend is great. Want to meet at our old diner? Heard Mr Howells still owns it.

You grinned down at your phone, thinking about the afternoons you used to play hooky with Marcus and hide out at Mr Howells' diner. You were surprised Marcus remembered it.

He does! The burgers haven't changed either. Is Saturday 6pm any good?

You tapped your feet as you waited for his reply. Your children were lining up outside the door and you needed to know if you were having a date with your forever crush before continuing with your day.

When your phone pinged, you breathed out a sigh of relief.

Sounds perfect. Can't wait to see you again! :)

You sent the thumbs up emoji and put your phone away, opening the classroom door with a smile on your face and a pep in your step.

-

You'd been here, at Mr Howells' Diner, a week before Christmas with a couple of teacher friends you worked with but now it felt different. Now you had memories of you and Marcus giggling over overflowing chocolate milkshakes and feeling sick from gorging on too many salty fries floating through your head. You saw Marcus' baby face fading into a sharp jawline and high cheekbones, you'd seen him change from boy to man in this diner, and he'd seen you change from girl to woman.

You bounced from one foot to the other nervously as you peaked through the window of the door in search of your old friend.

"You could've waited inside," came a deep voice from behind you. You spun around and came face to face with Marcus. He glowed yellow and red under the neon sign above you, but he looked beautiful, grin plastered wide on his face as he took you in for the first time in years.

"Hey," you managed to breathe out a welcome without too much embarrassment, "I didn't know if you were already here."

"Shall we?" Marcus stepped closer to reach around you and open the door.

You blinked to readjust your eyes to the bright fluorescent lights inside the diner. You giggled when you realised Marcus was doing the same.

"You weren't lying, it's hardly changed since we were kids," Marcus laughed, eyeing the original furnishings and old menu signs hanging on the walls.

You took a seat in your old booth, the one you and Marcus would automatically flock to when you were younger. It was far enough away from the counter that you had privacy for your teenage musings, but it overlooked the car park so you could watch out for anyone you needed to hide from.

"This takes me back," Marcus mused, shaking off his coat when you did the same.

"Yeah, it brings back so many memories."

"Do they still do the Choc'o'Shock shakes?"

You laughed and pointed towards the milkshake menu above the counter.

"They do!?" Marcus gasped loudly, eyes wide in surprise, "that was my favorite, with the popping candy-"

"- and the cinnamon, yeah, we used to share because it was in the extra large glass."

"Yeah, oh man."

Your laughter died down as soon as the waitress came over and took your orders. Your nerves from earlier had completely disappeared. Even in the silence that followed the waitress leaving the table it was comfortable as you both tried to find the words to start a conversation.

"I've been in Washington for a couple of years," Marcus began.

"For work?"

"Yeah, I needed to go away for a bit. Some things happened and a fresh start was what I needed."

You nodded as you listened. You wanted to ask more but you had to remember your friendship wasn't what it used to be. There was a boundary now, an unspoken line that came with not being in each other's lives for so long.

"Are you back for good?" you asked.

"I hope so. Nothing beats home, y'know?"

"I dunno, I envied you moving to the city whilst I stayed on the outskirts. Felt like you were moving on to bigger and better things and I was staying still." You shrugged it off. You hadn't meant to be that honest but it was what you had felt at the time.

"You're still teaching aren't you?"

"Yeah," you smiled at the waitress as she brought over your drinks, you were glad for the distraction.

"You still like teaching?"

"I wouldn't want to do anything else," you smiled, thinking of the kids you taught, "it's a privilege to get to shape young minds, y'know? Even at pre-school age, they're so inquisitive, and they question everything and I'm the one that gives them the answers."

Marcus smiled as he listened. You suddenly felt shy under his intense gaze, something you'd never felt around him before. But he was listening, really listening to you and it felt so good that he wanted to get to know this different, older version of the person he'd known years ago.

"You look happy," Marcus sighed happily, though you sensed something else in his tone that you couldn't put your finger on.

"I'm happy with my job," you replied, but now there was something in your tone, a comment unspoken, 'I'm happy with my job but not in other aspects of my life'.

"And outside of work?"

Damn you Marcus and your ability to look right through me.

You gave him a smile that didn't reach your eyes, a smile that told him that things weren't as perfect as your job.

"I can't complain."

"You can to me," Marcus pushed his coffee to the side and gave you his full attention. He'd always been good at giving you his full attention, maybe that was why it was so easy to fall in love with him.

"I live on my own, have for a while. It's fine, it's what it is." You couldn't look him in the eye, instead focusing on cars pulling in and out of the parking lot.

"I get it. The older I get the harder it is to find someone special," Marcus said wistfully. You glanced over to him and he showed you a crooked smile. "It is what it is."

Your food was placed down in front of you and thankfully your conversations turned lighthearted.

The hug he gave you on the steps outside the diner was longer than normal but you weren't one to complain. You held him close, breathing in the sweet, smoky scent of his cologne and committing it to memory.

"Band practice."

You sighed dramatically as you pulled away from him.

"I sing to pre-schoolers, I'm not as good as I used to be."

"You had a voice of an angel, that doesn't just go away."

You rolled your eyes at his compliment, but you felt warm inside.

"Just don't laugh at me, okay?"

"I promise," Marcus said, and you believed him.

-

Band practise was at Tom's childhood home, just like the good old days. He had moved into the house when his parent's moved back to their home country of Cuba when they retired five years ago. The white, spiky outer walls reminded you of the time when you fell up the steps and smacked your head against the sharp spikes. You involuntarily cringed.

The garage was nostalgic in every way. It still housed a legless, cracking leather couch (where you used to sit way too close to Marcus on), Tom's 90's television set sat above collections of dusty VHS tapes, bicycle frames decorated the walls and a drum kit was set up on the far side of the wall.

"Please don't tell me the drums have been here since the end of college?"

Tom laughed and shook his head at you.

"Jo helped me get them down from the attic."

You raised your eyebrows at Jo who blushed and quickly looked away in response. There had been this unspoken thing between her and Tom throughout college, just as there had always been something quietly charged between you and Marcus. Except you had your suspicions that Jo and Tom had had the courage to do something about their thing at some point.

Marcus entered through the garage door, rubbing his hands together with a childlike excitement on his face.

"I don't know if it's because I'm getting old but I've been looking forward to this all week."

You laughed and before you knew it you were behind a microphone stand singing late 90's/early 2000's indie anthems with your friends playing behind you.

"Should we play some of our old songs?" Jo asked innocently.

"No."

"Fuck no."

"Absolutely not."

You all burst into fits of giggles.

You thought back to those songs you used to write and sing. "They were all so..."

"Angsty."

You turned to Marcus who had spoken. You nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, what was that about? What was going on in our lives that we had to write like that?"

You were being lighthearted but the way Marcus flashed you a sad smile had you taken aback. What did Marcus write about? You wished you still had your lyric books, maybe that would give a clue as to what teenage Marcus Pike was thinking and feeling.

"Lunch break anyone?" Tom shook you out of your thoughts and you were quick to jump at the chance to change the subject.

-

Over the next few months you all met up for band practice whenever you were all free, which was rare. Eventually the meet ups became less about the music and more about getting to know what was going on in your friend's lives since college.

The summer evenings were getting cooler and you took the opportunity to light a fire pit in Tom's back garden and sit around with beers in hand and Jo's phone hooked up to a small speaker playing background music to your conversations.

"So, the FBI, " Jo took a sip of her beer, "you must have some stories."

Marcus preened under the attention, goofy smile stretched wide as he picked at the label on his beer bottle.

"Yeah, none that I can tell you I'm afraid."

You joined in on the mock 'boos' that echoed around the pit. Marcus laughed.

"I'm sorry! Anyway, I specialised in art, it's not that interesting."

"Any art heists?"

"No, Jo."

"You know I saw a documentary on Netflix about these Rembrandt's..."

Tom's voice seemed to fade away as you caught Marcus' eye over the flames of the fire. You felt content under his gaze, like you'd done this a million times, like you were teenagers again listening to Tom go on about something you weren't interested in, hearing Jo pacify him absentmindedly whilst you and Marcus spoke without speaking.

It reminded you how in sync you always were, and still seemed to be. It hurt that after all these years there was still something between you, but was it enough? Marcus had come back to his hometown but you still weren't sure why.

You smiled a wobbly smile and stood from your camping chair.

"I'm just going to get some water," you announced and made your way towards the kitchen.

You didn't put the light on, instead taking to stand in the darkest corner of the room to catch your breath. You closed your eyes and leant your head back against the wall, not seeing Marcus following you in.

"You okay?"

You jumped in surprise but didn't choose to reply to him just yet. You needed to gather your thoughts together, try and have this conversation without all the emotions you felt bubbling up inside of you spilling out in front of Marcus.

"Why did you come back?"

You opened your eyes to see Marcus leaning back against the kitchen island. He was too far away to touch, but close enough that you could smell the smoke from the fire on his clothes.

"It's home. It's where I'm most comfortable. It's where all my memories are."

Were you satisfied with that answer? It seemed too vague to be completely true, but Marcus was never a liar. He seemed to sense where your head's at and sighed.

"There was someone. I wanted it to be serious. We got engaged, I promised her the world, we were going to fly out to Washington together. But it turned out I wasn't who she wanted."

You don't know what got to you the most, the fact that someone rejected this wonderful man, or that he didn't sound all that sad about it.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, it made me realise I didn't want any of it either. I do want all of that, but not with her."

He whispered the last bit but in the silence of the kitchen it was hard to miss. He wanted someone else. And at that realisation you think you felt your heart crack cleanly in two.

You didn't know how to respond without admitting how you've felt for over fifteen years. You leaned away from the corner you had tried to hide yourself in and came to stand in front of Marcus.

"It's her loss. You know that, right?"

Marcus' eyes sparkled in the setting sun, and you realised it was because they were watery. You moved forward quicker than you could think and engulfed him in your arms, holding him tight to your chest as he instantly wrapped his arms around you.

You had done this hundreds of times, but this time it felt special, and you couldn't put your finger on why.

-

Your morning class hadn't even begun when your phone rang in your bag. Glancing at the bright red clock on the wall you had five minutes before the first bell. You frowned, trying to find your phone amongst the mess of tissues, pens and bandaids that had fallen out of their packaging before you saw Marcus' name flashing on the screen.

"Hello?"

"Hey, I'm sorry it's so early, I'm just getting into work. I was wondering if you were free tonight?"

You felt your heart jackhammer in your chest and you inwardly cursed at the way Marcus' question had sounded. Like a date. You rolled your eyes at your nonsense.

"I should be free. Why?"

"I wanted to go back to the diner if you're up for it? We didn't order the Choc'o'Shock shake, wanted to see if it tastes exactly like it used to."

You smiled at the thought of sharing a shake like you used to, and found yourself agreeing.

"Sounds good. Meet you there at seven?"

"Seven's great."

You ended the call just as the bell rang. You reminded yourself that you were just two friends, catching up like you have been for months. And you wouldn't let yourself get your hopes up. Because now that you had Marcus back in your life, you wanted to keep it that way. And you weren't going to ruin it by telling him you loved him when he didn't love you back.

-

You got there ten minutes early so you took a seat at yours and Marcus' favored booth and waited. There was hardly anyone in the diner, a couple of families dotted about, two teenagers on a date giggling over milkshakes. It made you smile and hope that things turned out better for them than it did for you and Marcus.

The bell over the door chimed and in walked Marcus, freshly shaved, hair perfectly ruffled. He wore a smart jacket over a casual shirt and jeans. It made you feel a little underdressed, should you have dressed up?

He spotted you, long legs striding over with a purpose before taking the seat across from you, out of breath and cheeks tinged pink.

"I thought I was going to be late. Got a new assistant in the office but he's struggling to get to grips with the way I like things."

You smiled, trying to imagine the gangly, slightly awkward boy in your memories as someone professional, and bossy. You giggled.

"I've only just got here myself."

Marcus threaded his fingers together on top of the black and white checkered table.

"I wanted to talk to you actually, about the other night."

You frowned. Did he mean the night in the kitchen where you comforted him?

"You don't have to feel bad about it. It's normal to let out your emotions."

Marcus smiled gratefully. "I know that, I just want to be honest. I've always been a man who is upfront with the people I care about."

You nodded. Marcus was an honourable, straightforward man. You knew he'd never go behind your back and say something, he was completely trustworthy in that sense. In every sense. He was just a good guy.

"I didn't have to come back here this year. I had choices but after everything that had happened, I realised some things."

You mirrored his posture, hands on the table an inch away from his and gave him your full attention. Despite feeling sick to your stomach about what he was going to say next, you knew he needed you to listen, so you did.

"D'you remember the time I got my drivers license, and I took you for a ride in my dad's old pick up truck?"

"Of course. I warned you you should have driven something smaller so soon after your test."

"Yeah but I was trying to show off and I ended up getting it stuck in mud and I had to call my dad out to free us."

You chuckled at the memory. Marcus had been so embarrassed and you'd calmed him down by holding his shaky hand and plying him with copious amounts of gum to chew on to distract him.

"And when I got my letter to say I'd been accepted into the FBI training program, you were there when I opened it. And when we shared our first sip of alcohol at thirteen, and you got me my first VHS that taught me how to play bass, you remember that?"

"I remember it all, but I don't understand where you're going with this." You weren't opposed to this trip down memory lane, but it was bringing back all these moments in your life that just reminded you that you'd always loved him.

"If I made a movie of my life, all the important parts would have you in them. All the parts that make up the man I am today are filled with you. I never want you out of my life again."

You swallowed around the lump in your throat. You grabbed a paper napkin and quickly patted at the tears falling down your cheeks as you prepared to ask the question that may change your life forever.

"What are you saying, Marcus?"

"I love you."

You let out a shaky breath. Marcus gently took your hands in his.

"I think I always have, but I know for sure I do now. And these past months have confirmed everything. I love you."

"I've loved you since the day I met you. When I grazed my knees in the park by your house and you heard me crying from your garden. And you ran over and pulled me up to my feet and played with me."

Marcus laughed loudly, disturbing the teenagers a few booths over who looked annoyed in your direction. You couldn't care less.

"I remember. My mom told me off for playing with a strange girl but we were inseparable after that."

"We've wasted so much time," you whispered sadly.

"No. How have we? We've spent most of our life together, building memories, having the time of our lives. We've been apart for a bit but has it felt like it?"

You thought about it and realised Marcus was right. You've gotten back into the rhythm of your friendship. It's not once been awkward. Since your last diner date it's like you had never been apart.

"I suppose it hasn't."

"So," Marcus began, clearing his throat and flashing you a cheeky smile, "do we count this as the first date or...?"

You let out a shuddery laugh. "Marcus, we've been here a hundred times."

"I know but, only as friends."

"Were we ever really just friends? We were in this weird, middle-ground where everyone knew we were into each other but we never went further than a kiss on the cheek."

"Ah! There was that one time."

You frowned and crossed your arms. "What are you talking about?"

"Christmas break during the first year of college, I turned too much when you leaned in for a kiss on the cheek and we ended up kissing on the lips."

You laughed, a full belly laugh that had Marcus gently shushing you, though he couldn't contain his chuckling either.

"I completely forgot!"

"That breaks my heart," Marcus said with a wink.

You eventually ordered your Choc'o'Shock shake, sharing it like you used to. Except this time everything was on the table. Your feelings were out in the open, you were happier than you'd ever been and there was hope for you and Marcus to go forward together.

“Would you like a redo on that kiss?” Marcus asked on the steps outside the diner.

You pretended to think about it before taking hold of the lapels of his jackets. “I’d like that very much.”

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[arans-princess]

Bad kitten

Tendou is a kinky mutha fucka ISTG I KNOW he is a sadist. So i tried to keep  this as gender neutral as possible so the reader has a vagina but no gender specific pronouns.

⚠️⚠️pain kink (reader is a masochist) bondage, choking, mirror sex, mention of blood, spit play, cummies, degradation and, overstim, hard dom Tendou, sub reader.⚠️⚠️

So, you know better than to tease Tendou in public, but damn if he had just fucked you this morning like you had wanted, maybe you wouldn't have; made him cum in his pants twice… at dinner… with his parents… ok yes you crossed a line but shit! you want that long cock in your pussy again so fucking bad it hurts. So now you're in the car headed home and he is far too quiet for comfort but you are too excited to give a shit. Instead of thinking about how brutal your punishment is going to be you decide to reminisce on how you got to this point.

Six hours earlier  

Now normally getting ready to go to a fancy dinner would be lots of fun, if you weren't ridiculously and extremely horny. Tendou thought it would be funny to wake you up this morning by eating you out, which would have been great if he had let you cum, but he didn't; instead he just got you riled up, gave you a smirk and said get out of bed. 

Thinking back to  how delicious his tongue felt against your folds, massaging, licking and suckling on every drop of juice you produce, letting nothing go to waste. the way he suckled on your clit made your toes curl. long fingers joined the assault to your nether regions. he pushed two fingers inside will you slowly long thin, curled them to find that perfect spongy spot inside of you making the pleasure even more intense, pumping them in and out of you faster in faster sucking on your clit even harsher than before now his teeth slightly graze it, nibbling just a little, the  sensation only adds to your pleasure, before you know it your body is contracting  on the cusp of cumming  but then he stops. Just  like that the intense pleasure you felt dissipates. 

Three hours earlier

It's 4 p.m. and you have  started getting ready to go with your loving husband to his parents anniversary dinner. in the shower the warm water cascading down your back  as you wash yourself then you hear the shower curtain pull back tendou joins you helping you wash your back and you wash his. this is not the first time you two have showered together, he almost always  accompanies you claiming it saves water. showering together almost always leads to some soft sex  but today there is no time for that. You two finish washing  and now it is time to rinse. she removes the shower head from its mount on the wall in an effort so he claims to not mess up your hair, He turns the nozzle on the massage setting claiming it's to help relax your muscles, like a fool  you believe him, it starts innocently enough, he rinses your shoulders and your back then turns you around to rinse the front half nice warm water washes away with soap and then he gets lower, and lower, and lower, on the way down he pays special attention to your nipples, now at your cunt,  before you can protest he has your back pressed against the cold tile one leg hiked up and thrown over his shoulder, the warm water That was massaging your body is attacking your clit with ferocity, the pressure and heat build up your orgasm quickly. Sensing your close he pushes the nozzle harder into your clit. As your orgasm approaches you begin clawing at his back in hopes to gain some stability, moans getting higher in pitch, drawing out into a whine of your approaching release. Every nerve on your body is on fire and then just like this morning he pulls away. The fire is snuffed and you were left high and dry yet again. He snickers and tells you to hurry up and get ready. 

30 minutes before dinner

After getting ready, dressed in your most seductive outfit, you had decided that Tendou is going to pay for the torturous teasing he forced you to endure all day. But it seems Tendou also had the same idea. as the two of you walked to your car you see him standing in all his glory, the moon light illuminating his handsome face; a sleeveless mock neck  fitted shirt tucked into black shiny leather pants, a spiky belt, long cross earrings. Since high School his appearance has changed drastically; he pierced his left eyebrow and his tongue, which you have thoroughly enjoyed, and now his once pale skin is adorned in brightly colored tattoos splaying across his chest up his neck and down his arms you have also enjoyed licking, his once slender arms are now much more defined but, the change hasn’t just been physical, no no no, his persona has transformed into something much more dominating, his aura saturated in his new found confidence, everything he says is laced with liquid sex, his new apperance has only applifed this. Essentially, Satiori Tendou is sex on legs, his constant teasing has made the ache damn near unbearable.  

The way you two complement each other is unmatched by any other couple going. Turning the heads and dropping the jaws of everyone around you, both stunned by your beauty but alarmed by your aura they part like the Red Sea. 

Arriving 20 minutes before the reservation time has its perks, grabbing his hand as you two exit the car, Making a b-line for the restroom pulling Tendou along with you. now it's your time to turn the tables, pay back’s a bitch so you thought. Once the door is closed luckily it is a single person restroom, you force him against the wall hands immediately trying to undo his belt, fumbling miserably in your desperation. 

“eager much are we?” his mocking only makes you more desperate. you fumble for a few more seconds before he undoes it himself. you remove the articles of clothing on your lower half to provide easier access as fast as possible; now it is time to execute your revenge or so you hoped, somehow you had forgotten how much of a dom your boyfriend truly is. seeing as you had been worked up all day long the need for prep was minut, deciding to forgo it as eagerness bled with arousal, the need to fuel your desire had consumed you. With one swift thrust he entered your stopping cunt.for whatever reason you believed you were in charge so you began to fuck yourself on his cock, throwing it back on him as hard as you possibly could, effectively pinning him against the door, thinking you still have the upper hand you decide now would be a great time give him a taste of his own medicine.

“What’s work baby? Can’t handle me fucking myself on your cock? I’ll slow down if you want me too, There is that better?” You begin a slow grind on him but he responds with grabbing your hips with on large hand and the other snakes to your hair. The control you thought you had dissipates faster than it arrived. He Meets your thrusts harder than you were able to handle, turning your tuants into moans arms flailing about trying to gain purchase on any available surface coming up short, you ultimately allow him to use your body. 

“Oh but I much rather enjoyed the faster pace. That’s OK I’ll do it myself.” His whisper husky in your ear. The hand on your hip joints the other in your hair yanking it back with such force your arch deepens. 

After being together for years Tendou knows your body almost better than you do, so the fact that you are not nearing your release as rapidly as you hoped is baffling, unless this is intentional… but surely after denying you twice today he will grant you this one wish...right? 

“Tendou baby please I need to cum, please I want it so bad, so so bad- ugh! PLEASE!” You pleas fall on deaf ears. The drag of his long cock against your velvety walls is almost intoxicating, his thrusts are relentless as he is chasing his own release slamming into you harder and harder than his cock twitch is the telltale sign he is about to cum. You plead for him to take you with him, but he falls over the edge alone. His cum Hot and sticky inside you coats your walls, the thick translucent spurts, make you involuntarily clinch trying to hold it in consequently you clamp down and milk his cock for every last drop. 

“Aww doll your clamping down on me it’s like you don’t wanna let me go” he purrs in your ear giving you two more thrusts for good measure then pulling out. “Since you want to keep my cum so bad how about this” he pulls your underwear off of your legs. He bends you over even further so your nose is touching your knees, pussy fully exposed to him. He balls up your panties and shove them inside your quivering cunt. “ I know i’ve been riling you up all day long, but just think about the pay off. Be a good little princess during dinner and you will get anything you ask for. OK how does that sound?” He murmurs placing gentle kisses behind your ear. His cool and slightly chapped lips help ground you, bringing you back down. 

Its now five minutes before his parents are to arrive, you two take this time to fix your tousled clothing. After making yourselves presentable you exit the bathroom and in hand and are immediately greeted by his parents who are accompanied by the hoastest. She escorts you all to your table for four and you all take your seats, Tendou’s mother sits next to you while his father and him sit across from you. You and his mother make small talk. The two of you catch up on your endeavors for the past few weeks as your schedules have been very busy leaving you unable to talk. After a few minutes the server comes to take you orders and brings out your drinks, your husband and his father are engrossed in some conversation you weren’t listening to as his mother was Inquiring about your plans for the future; whether or not that entailed grandchildren, moving, or new potential job opportunities, great full this was not a plead for grands as you weren’t ready for that yet, you joyfully answer her questions. 

“So Y/N you and my baby boy are students at the local UN, what the next step? I remember you told me your major is blank.” She inquires, turning her head to look at you. Looking at her in return you are reminded of where Tenie his gets looks from. 

“Well after I complete my major in blank, I’m going to be looking for a job in the blank field. Right now I currently have an internship in my field of choice and hopefully if everything goes according to plan a job will be lined up after.” Your reply is cool and calculated a stark contrast to what’s going on under the table. You stretched your leg out under the table lifting it to brush against Tendou’s knees, to your surprise he doesn’t spare you a glance. Keeping up the conversation with his mother you who’s your foot along the inside of his thigh all the way up to his crotch. You then begin to stroke him from outside his leather pants. You can feel his erection growing underneath your foot, still not bothering to look at you the conversation with his mother dies off and his father strikes up a conversation with you has tendou talks with his mother. Stroking his cock harder and faster suddenly the Waiter comes out with food. However the arrival of food does not stop you. You do a good job of keeping up the act then your foot is abruptly stopped, your husband’s hand gripping your ankle tightly at last, he finally looks at you and his gaze is predatory, daring you to continue. Being the brat you are you continue with your other foot prodding him closer and closer to climax. He can’t help the groans that leave his lips so he attempts to cover them by commenting on how delicious the food is. Satisfied with yourself you put your legs back down and continue eating your appetizers. 

Your husband has been shooting daggers at you throughout the first course, with the arrival of your entrées you thought to give him a break however The dull ache between your legs reminds you of how he left you high and dry not once not twice but three times today, paybacks a bitch. You begin your ministrations again, this time he looks at you, almost begging you to stop but he remains silent. His cock is still sensitive in his pants after cumming twice in such a short time span, you increase your pace and pressure and in no time he is on the brink of cumming. He’s pale skin slightly flushed a wonderful pink, his eyes slightly glossed over, just a hint of a blissed out expression dances across his face. 

“Son, are you feeling alright? You look a little pink?” His mother’s concerned voice rings. 

“Yeah you do look a little hot baby, you feeling alright?” You coo stretching a hand out to hold his, your thumb caressing the back of his hand giving him a dazzling yet teasing smile as he somehow glares harder at you, if looks could kill you’d be dead 10 times over. 

“I’m fine, it’s just spicy, very spicy” he manages to choke out.

“ well, if you say so” his father replies skeptically.  

Tendou shoves more food in his mouth to muffle the cry aching to be released signaling his third climax of the night. You left a satisfied smirk dance across your face as you put your foot back down. 

You all make small talk as dessert gets brought out chocolate lava cake with a side of vanilla ice cream, Tendou has been waiting for this all night so you figure why not make his dessert a little sweeter, now in hindsight you should’ve stopped long ago but you seem to be drunk on the little bit of control that you have accumulated as the night progressed so you try your luck one last time, you start slower this time much much slower. First you start at his calf trailing your foot up and down; gradually lifting it higher and higher until you’re reaching his inner thigh. You take a brief pause to allow everyone to dig into their desserts. Then you go in for the kill. You look across the table at your father-in-law a notice he’s giving his wife a strange look, weird but you think nothing of it and, continue prodding and caressing the growing bulge beneath your foot, staring at your husband with intensity as his parents are engrossed in a surely riveting conversation. Yet your husband seems Completely unresponsive. Prodding harder in hopes of getting some sort of reaction yet you come up short. You figure he’s just gotten better at hiding his expressions and continue until you hear it. A barely audible yet high-pitched whine, but it’s not coming from your husband. You look at his father and then it clicks as his eyes have slightly glazed over and his grip on the spoon has tightened to the point where his knuckles are grossly white. Mortified, you excuse yourself to the restroom. 

There you pull out your phone and send a text to Tendou asking him to make up an excuse so the two of you can go home and you’ll explain what happened later. He does and soon he knocks on the bathroom door, you step out and on your way to the car you begin explaining why you needed to leave so abruptly. 

“Baby I’m so sorry but i kinda… made your dad cum in his pants…. I thought he was you and I didn’t take off my shoe… IM SO SORRY” you explain as quick as possible praying he won’t be too upset. 

“I figured as much, I’m not too upset. I think it’s kind of funny, good luck facing him later on.” He jokes, pulling you close to his so he can whisper how much trouble you are truly in “ but I hope you don’t think your ass is off the hook, I told you to be good kitten” 

The present 

Once you get home your orders were to strip and go to the play room immediately, not wanting to get in any more trouble than you already were and you can apply as quickly as possible. Once stripped you sick to your knees waiting for him to come in and give you your next orders. The door opens and incomes Tendou, the presence that surrounds him does not belong to your husband it belongs to your master, this forces you to immediately submit to his every whim not an ounce of defiance is left in your body. 

“So you can follow orders, good slut. Now since you were so hungry for my cum here, clean my cock now!” He pulls down his pants and boxers together unleashing the monster. His thick long cock is coated in a thick layer of his cum, cum you cannot wait to taste, quickly you slurp all of the cum off his cock and then bob your head up and down taking as much of it in your mouth as you can. Then he grabs your head by your hair and begins fucking your face, his pace is brutal as he thrusts into the back of your throat triggering your gag reflex which only makes him thrust harder. Your eyes are watering tears streaming down your face your nose is runny you look like an absolute fucking wreck, but to Tendou you look just as beautiful as the day he married you. “look at you my pretty slut such a desperate whore for my dick!” Each word is accented with an additional thrust. He lets your hair go allowing you to set your own pace, bracing yourself by putting your hands on his thighs and you continue bobbing up and down as quickly as possible eager for more of his cum. Looking up his face is contorted pleasure ice crossed mouth hanging open knowing he���s close you hollow your cheeks this his cock to twitch down your throat followed by thick spurts of his delicious cum. You don’t have a chance to swallow as he pulls you just standing on your feet and kisses you deeply prompting you to push his release into his own mouth. He holds your jaw open and spits his cum back into your mouth you swallow without hesitation. 

He guides you over the bed and prompts you get on all fours, you do so quickly as not to anger him further. “Good bitch, now wait I have a special punishment in mind for you.” He walks to the wall on the opposite side of the bed and unveils a full length wall to wall mirror. “ I got this earlier in the week; I was planning for today to be your reward for being such a good little Doll, I had planned have you watch me pleasure you till your heart’s content but now the plans have changed, i’m going to use you anyway I see fit. the only way to get it to stop is if you SafeWord, what’s the SafeWord?” One hand is tucked under your chin tilting your head up to look him in the eyes. “Mocha” your reply is meek “yes that’s right baby mocha” he alway seems so tender in these moments, showering you with love reassuring you that this can stop at any time. But with the next sentence any trace of softness is vaporized “say stop when the pain is too much” 

The heavy paddle collides with your ass cheeks three quick and hard times in succession first your right then your left. The sting sends waves of pleasure up your spine intensifying the dull ache in your cunt. The strikes keep coming each harder than the last, your pussy is sopping wet dripping onto the sheets below. 

“Look at you, getting off on me hitting you, how filthy!” He shouts as he lays more strikes. You look up at yourself in the mirror, your face is scrunched up, One would think you’re in pain if you weren’t arching your back even further to try and make more contact. After a few more strikes he drops the paddle and lifts up your left leg so your cunt is exposed to the mirror as well. He slaps your clit harshly before applying a clothespin on the nub. The sudden pinch sends you flying over the edge, after being worked up all day your sweet release is the most powerful one you have had in awhile, toes curling arms no longer strong enough to support yourself your front half collapses onto the bed below you. Tendou turns your head to the side so you can watch yourself come undone and you realize you squirted. He quickly thrusts his cock into your cunt and begins fucking you ruthlessly. “Such a beautiful cum slut,” he coos in your ear, one hand moves from your hips to your throat forcing you back down onto his cock meeting him thrust for thrust. Due to his new grip you have nowhere to run. “Be a good whore and take every last inch!” His command is punctuated with a harsh slap to your raw ass cheek then his vacant hand trails to your clit flicking the clothes pen attached to it, sending another jolt throughout your body. You clamp down even harder on his cock screeching like a banshee when you come undone again your nerves are on fire you’re not hypersensitive to every touch. You can practically feel every piercing on his cock as he continues fucking you through your orgasm. The reverse Prince Albert, the frenum, and the deep shaft, all work in tandem amplifying your orgasm. He spits on your ass cheeks not stopping his pace for a moment. 

“Filthy slut, you liked making my dad cum in his pants didn’t you? Look at you clamping down on me, you fucking whore!” He spits harshly flicking your clit again. “Answer me bitch!” The hand around your throat tightens choking you. The lack of oxygen makes your mind fuzzy as you croak out a strangled ”no” 

“That’s fucking right you’re my little whore! Don’t you ever fucking forget it! Now cum cum on my cock so I can fuck you in to the mattress!” He spits on your back now the cooled off drool cools you off slightly. Your body is on fire and yet another orgasm is forced out of you. 

“Fuck sir, I- I don’t think I can cum any more!” You plead. 

“You can and you will what the fuck makes you think I care? You're my doll and I will play with you until you break!” He fucks you through three more orgasms before he pulls out. On the last orgasm you’re sure you blacked out for a second. Now you have been reduced to a heap on the bed unable to move a limb on your own accord. He gives you a few minutes to collect yourself, once your breathing finally steadies and you regain feeling in most of your limbs, He rolls over to your back and begins sucking dark marks onto your thighs leaving a trail up to your abused Cunt. Once there he removes the clothes pin in place is a gentle kiss on your heat. You roll your head to the side to watch him eat you out. Your sex is glistening and puffy form the abuse, your legs or adorned with dark blotches leading up from your knees, then his hands begin to caress your thighs when you feel something cold, it’s not his rings so what could it be you wonder. You lift your head slightly to get a better angle and you see it, a small switchblade in his hand trailing up and down your thighs. You gasp in shock. 

“Don’t worry doll, I’ll be careful.” His voice is reassuring so you relax, lay your head back down and watch him in the mirror. “Make sure you’re watching kitten, wouldn’t want you to miss out on the view, his words are slightly muffled because he is speaking into your thigh but you understand him clear as day. Then his assault begins, he sucks harshly on your clipped while prodding your G spot with two fingers. The Metal ball feels delightful against your sensitive knob as he keeps a vacuum seal around it. The hand fingering you moves rapidly causing your hips to back wildly as you quickly build tension, your walls flutter against his fingers signifying your close; the knife starts moving along your thighs pressing firmly but not breaking the skin. The thrill of potentially being cut makes the pleasure more intense. This causes a snowball effect and you come undone for the last time, your hips give one last yet powerful buck causing the knife to be pressed into your skin deeper, nicking you. 

“Fuck baby I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to cut you I-“ his apology is cut short. 

“Baby it’s ok accidents happen let’s just try not to do it again OK?” You reassure him calmly. 

“Of course sweetheart I know you’re tired let’s get you cleaned up.”

You two shower together again this time no funny business, helping each other wash and rinse then get dressed in the most comfy clothes you own you flop down on the bed. You feel the plush blankets atop the cozy mattress, crattleing your back as you and tendou lay together. His heartbeat steady in your ear; the heat from his body combines with the pressure of his fingers trailing up and down your body, lulling you into a place hovering between sleep and consciousness.

“Baby?” 

“Yes my love” You reply sleepily, snuggling deeper into his chest. 

“Why are you here with me?” 

“Well for starters we just had some of the best sex I have ever had in my life.” 

“No silly. A better question would’ve been why did you choose me? In high school you had people throwing themselves at you and you still chose me. Even now people off the street admire you. What makes me so special?” 

“Oh baby where is this coming from?” You have perked up a bit more and are now fully conscious. The skin on his chest is warm under your lips as you press gentle but firm kisses from his sternum up to the column of his throat. He can feel him swallowing quickly waiting for your response with baited breath. “baby I’m with you because I am in love with you. I love everything about you, except when you leave the toilet seat up.”

The last part makes both of you snort. His chest is warm under your palm feeling his heartbeat steadily as you gaze up at him, you search his eyes for any more uncertainty finding his features have washed over with relief somewhat, however you know something is still wrong. He’s been too quiet for far too long. He looks back at you, lips pulled into his mouth between his teeth as he chooses his next sentence carefully. 

“baby, honey, whatever you have to say just say it. I don’t get upset. You know I love you very much so where is all of this coming from?” You prod gently rubbing soothing circles onto his chest and torso.

“Well I just- I just feel like I’m forcing you…” he chokes on his words. “I just don’t understand how someone like you, gosh you’re so perfect, how do you love me? I’m a monster y/n! I like hurting you! And you still stay? I don’t understand! I love you so damn much but I love to see you in pain especially at my hands, they say you don’t hurt people you love but I hurt you, and you LET ME! WHY DO YOU LET ME? I cut you! I wasn’t paying attention and could’ve seriously hurt you! He sobs out, even with tears running down his face. He is just as handsome as the day you too met six years ago. 

You haven’t seen him this worked up Since the day he told you about His years as an Elementary school kid when he was bullied. From that stemmed insecurities over his appearance, hell even the nickname in high school ’guess monster’, made him feel As if he were some thing inhumane. Soon you realize you’ve been quiet for far too long, sitting up to straddle his waist you lean and pressing your foreheads together. His skin is soft. So soft, and warm under you, losing yourself in the closeness between you too, sighing trying to find the right words to express what’s in your head, but what watery red eyes of your lover staring back at you in pain fog your brain and dry your mouth. You move your hands to cup the supple skin of his cheeks thumbs under his eyes wiping away the flowing tears. Moving down you kiss a trail from his forehead to his lips kissing away tears as you go. As if he cannot bare the weight of your glaze he looks at the ceiling. Your heart clenches at the sight of your beloved so emotionally tormented. 

“Tendou, my love, I cannot express my love for you, but know this, you are not a monster, you're my Satori Tendou who I would love to spend the rest of my life with, you are kind and thoughtful. Some days I think you're psychic.” You move to sit up right in his lap bringing him up with you. 

“You know every little detail about me, like when we stop to get food and I claim I’m not hungry, your order for me and it’s exactly what I want each time, or when we go to parties, you can pinpoint the exact second when my social battery has died and you have no problem leaving then and there. You mean so much to me goddamnit.” you take a pause, throat burning and constricting as you attempt to choke back tears. “Yes you are a sadist but it works just fine with my masochist ass, baby. Not once have I ever had to safe word. So what you drew a little blood? It didn’t kill me. I told you I don’t like it, and I know we won’t have that problem again.” Hands cupping his cheeks pulling his forehead to yours to look deeply into his sad eyes, “honey I love you, I love every part of you!” Startled by the cold wet drops hitting your bare thighs, when did you start crying you wonder. Then a full body sob hits you, starting in your shoulders, to your burning chest, to your quaking thighs. Your body convulses as you attempt to spit out these words. “Nothing you can do will change my love for you! “ suddenly his long arms incase your body, pulling flesh against him as if you could possibly get any closer. 

Strong, so damn strong, his arms his soul his spirit, yet man sobbing in your arms seems so weak,  fragile, vulnerable; as if every ounce of strength has been drained from his body  leaving a hollow shell. Tendou has always been your anchor now it's your turn to do the same for him.   

[princess-of-the-worlds]

peonies and red roses

for @certifiedceraunophile and her comments on this post that drove me feral

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Klaus walked down the London street and stopped before a store when the Google Maps app on his phone announced that he’d reached his destination. He glanced up at the shop front, his brow creasing, then reached into the pocket of his leather jacket. He pulled out a tattered piece of parchment scrawled with an address in lilting script. He checked Google Maps again.

No, it definitely looked like the Bennett witch had given him the correct address.

He gazed back up at the shop. The only way to describe the shop was… majestic — the shop front was completely made of glass, the windows bisected by wood and metal that curved up into an arc. The display windows pushed out to the sidewalk, full of verdant plants and soft pastel flowers and small flowering trees, looking very much like a mini-paradise amongst the concrete and stone of London; the glass door was set further into the building and was covered in more curving patterns. As far back as Klaus could see, the rest of the shop was similarly full of plants and greenery, forming its own internal garden, the back wall painted with a scene of a wild forest. His keen artist’s eye could pick out the skill and the care used to paint each branch, each spiky leaf.

Most magical creatures Klaus had met tended to live in run-down or abandoned buildings full of dust and rats and covered in graffiti. This shop was obviously run by a fae, but Klaus still had left to determine whether he could find what he was looking for here.

The shop bell tinkled delicately as he pushed the door aside and stepped in. Immediately, he was hit with wild magic — lush and curious, coiling around his leg like a delicate vine, dancing across his skin like sparks of electricity. It didn’t feel dangerous, rather gentle, its presence wrapping around Klaus like a blanket. He sensed that the magic belonged to the shop and its mere existence on this London street rather than any specific individual.

“Hello?” called a smooth, unexpectedly American voice, and the owner of the voice turned a corner and appeared before Klaus a moment later.

They were stunning, lithe and draped in a dress of green silk, organza, and tulle embroidered with colorful flowers and with sheer sleeves that fell to their wrist. The dress’s bustier was cut low, emphasizing a stretch of smooth delectable skin and the slightest curve of cleavage. Their sun-silk hair was braided up with flowers that matched the ones on their dress woven in throughout, revealing the sharp point of their ears. The only other indicator of their fae nature was a pair of ocean-colored eyes that were slanted like a cat’s and blinked at Klaus.

“Can I help you?” the fae asked, stepping closer. They were trailed by a small grey cat who mewed softly, its tail waving slowly.

“Yes,” said Klaus stiffly, caught off-guard by this beautiful creature. “I need to use the portal to the fae kingdom.”

Those ocean eyes narrowed at him. “Yeah, that’s not how this works,” they said, and Klaus felt the shop’s magic snap across his skin, not painful but forceful. “If you enter a shop and someone asks you if they can help you, you’re supposed to be polite.” Their soft-looking lips spread into an amused smile. “Possibly even do the owner the courtesy of introducing yourself. For example, my name is Caroline.”

“Klaus,” he rasped in reply. “Klaus Mikaelson.”

Tossing her head back, Caroline laughed, and the sound was high and musical like a flute. “What brings the Original Hybrid to my humble florist shop?”

“I told you,” Klaus groused. “I need to use your portal to enter the fae kingdom. There’s a faction of rogue magical creatures intent on wiping out all humans. I need to secure your royal family’s help to stop them.”

“Wow,” Caroline snarked, “I thought vampires were supposed to be selfish and blood-thirsty. That sounds almost altruistic of you.”

Klaus gritted his teeth, ignoring Caroline’s cutting remark. “Will you let me use the portal?”

Caroline hummed, and her cat scooted closer, twining itself around her legs and purring. “A please and thank you wouldn’t hurt.”

A sudden flare of burning anger washed over him, and he hissed, his fangs dropping. He knew his face had transformed, his eyes surrounded by a mess of sprawling veins, but unlike most magical creatures, Caroline didn’t cower at a glimpse of his inner monster. She didn’t even flinch.

“Rude,” she said, floating a wrist through the air as she turned to examine small pink flowers on a neighboring tree. “All I did was ask you to use some manners.”

“I don’t think you understand what’s at stake,” Klaus snapped. “Oh, no,” replied Caroline sunnily, “I think I do.” She paused for emphasis. “Magical creatures intent on killing all of humanity. That would be bad because… well, duh, genocide and mass-murder. The world would fall into a disarray. An outright magical war.” She grimaced. “Would be exceedingly bad for you vampires. You’d all starve.”

“Yes, thank you for stating the obvious,” Klaus told her, his words coming out as a dangerous hiss. “So… the portal — where is it?”

“Hmm, I’m still not sure if I trust you,” she said. “You being the Original Hybrid and all.

He snarled and lunged forward, hands outstretched to wrap around her delicate throat — fae couldn’t die, but he could still cause her an immense amount of pain — but then found himself frozen several feet away from her, his legs rooted to the ground as if made of stone.

“Oops, sorry, not going to let you turn me into a snack,” Caroline said, fiercely, her fingers sparking golden. Then she flicked her fingers, and he flew back, vines wrapping around his legs and up his body. They yanked him backwards, pulling him out of the store, and Caroline waved at him. “Come back when you’re ready to be polite, Mr. Mikaelson.”

Klaus hissed as the vines dumped him on the pavement outside, a surprised pedestrian toppling over. As soon as the vines retreated inside, he lunged to his feet in a blur of speed and rushed toward the shop front, intent on shattering through the windows, but he ground to a sudden halt inches away.

The shop had disappeared, replaced by an empty shop front. Klaus swore. He stuffed a hand into his pocket and pulled out the piece of parchment but nearly dropped it when it sparked golden and started burning. He really did drop it then, the flames licking closer to his hand.

“Bloody fae magic,” he murmured. Caroline had moved the shop somehow, and now Klaus would have to find it again and talk the stubborn fae into letting him access the portal.

As he began to walk down the street again, he smirked. He was looking forward to this challenge.

[duans]

some middle school emo, kinda punk in high school dex stuff thats been rolling around my head. the rest is under the cut bc holy shit this got so long

dex is covered in miscellaneous stick and pokes, they range in quality, but most are bad enough that they’ve faded quite a bit. he’s proud of the fact that none of them ever got infected, even if they kinda suck. one of the better ones is a shark fin on his ankle (he showed it to chowder once and had to stop him from going out and getting a matching one.)

dex doesn’t smoke, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t sneaked off with one of his uncles’ packs when they weren’t looking. he stops when he realizes it doesn’t really count as teenage rebellion when his entire family smokes, or how it hurt his stamina on the ice. he rebels by just not accepting any of his family’s offers for a smoke when he reaches the age where it would’ve been okay to ask.

he cringed so much looking back at the longer hair he had in middle school/beginning of freshman year that he constantly keeps his hair closely cropped. he doesn’t want to risk anything even reminiscent of the ‘emo swoop’ at all. he ends up liking the routine of monthly barbershop visits.

dex was like, in love with DIY punkness, and whenever he snuck out for another basement or house show he never regretted it. the steel toed boots he had for work came in handy for avoiding getting his toes stepped on, and his newly gained height let him see over most over the crowd, so he always had a fun time. then again, he was a tall white dude in heavy boots and a mean (anxious) look on his face, clad in a spiky leather jacket and threadbare jeans, so folks rarely messed with him, but if they tried, it was because he was young and skinny (he doesn’t really realize this until later.)

fights. i don’t think dex wanted to get into half of the fights he’d ever been in, but they just sort of happened, and they already threw the first punch anyways so what’s the point in not fighting back? he can take a punch, and throw one back, but he knows his mom would be pissed if he came home with a bruised face and bloody knuckles, so he tries to avoid them if he can. he kinda sucks at avoiding conflict though, quick to anger and the general teenage want to prove himself to the people around him, evidently.

he has to call his mom every once in a while to ask her to take down a recent #ThrowbackThursday pic on facebook that showcased either his middle school trials at tween angst, or his high school endeavors of trying to look rough enough so that no one would mess with him. she teases him about keeping it up for just ‘one more day’ before taking it down like ten minutes later, much to his relief.

dex used to make fake piercings (snakebites, septums, nose rings, etc.) with paperclips/wire, and when he finally gets to samwell and sees some of the artsy students with actual metal in their face, he thinks about getting a real one again before remembering he’s a D1 hockey player.

he has real piercings in his ears though, made with sewing needles from his patch kit. he used to keep safety pins in them until he got a pair of studs. he took them out before going to samwell, kind of wanting a fresh start, but by the time he graduated high school he had two lobe piercings in his left ear and three in his right. the one helix piercing he tried didn’t look right, so he took it out before it even healed.

he has nostalgia playlists, one filled with the classic emo/pop punk of his middle school years, and the other with the punk bands his brother showed to him when he thought he was ‘cool enough to listen to’, aka 14. some of the songs show up in his regular playlists now and then.

he didn’t have the classic emo wardrobe, too much money to spend on entirely new sets of clothes, some that he wouldn’t even have been able to wear for any other occasion, but when he gets into punk, its easier to look it. his boots aren’t docs, but they’re steel toed and black, and he’s pretty sure they’re the better use of money anyways (they are.) 

he has a mass of flannels in his closet, most of them hand-me-downs from his dad or brother, like three pairs of jeans, and two workpants. he buys a pair of black jeans from walmart to make them his ‘DIY pants’ and sacrifices one of his flannels and t-shirts to make patches for his others when the threadbare parts turn into holes. his t-shirts are just shirts, stuff that would double as a rag when it gets stained or ruined, but he does have a few shirts from some bands that he really liked. when he found a legit leather jacket from the thrift he gave it a three day grace period before going to town on it and covering it in spikes and patches.

when he gets into samwell, his family drags him out to get new, nicer clothes, so most of his college wardrobe are his newer things, plus some of his well-loved flannels. 

yeah. past edgy dex :)))

[shih-coulda-had-it]

193 for... maybe nanahiko? Really just do whatever ship you feel like :D

193. "Are you crazy? The kid is upstairs!" | VestigesTorino [Yes. OT8. The orgies are fantastic, and Torino is Holder bait, 8th and 9th exempt.] | WC: 2,222 of an OFA!VampireCoven!AU except op has taken liberties with worldbuilding.

TW: Blood-drinking. Outrageous flirting. Mildly spicy!

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“Vampires,” Sorahiko echoes blankly.

He looks from left to right, trying to spot the differences between himself and the six adult men and one adult woman sitting at this round table. Most atypical appearances can be attributed to the strange and wondrous natures of Quirks, so Sorahiko could excuse the fourteen red eyes (every iris the identical shade) as a matter of Quirk heritage. However, none of the Shigarakis resemble the other.

They still might be pulling his leg.

The leader of the household (presumably) leans his elbows on the table and steeples his fingers. “Torino-san,” he says in a gentle voice, “we greatly appreciate your timely rescue of our youngest. And believe me when I say I would have preferred you stay ignorant of my coven’s true nature.”

“But the boy wants to be a professional hero,” one of the men interrupts. His arms are crossed, and his hair sticks up in rakish angles. An X-shaped scar has been carved over the bridge of his nose, just missing the eyes.

He sounds dismissive of the kid’s dream.

Fair. When Sorahiko had stepped onto the moonlit scene, the kid was frantically scrabbling at a thick-skinned villain’s hand, trying to save his bag from being rummaged. The villain had planted a knee in the kid’s stomach in an attempt to menace him into silence.

Sorahiko pounced on the villain, called in the location to pick up the too-heavy bastard, and escorted the boy home. He fielded questions about heroics and U.A. High for half an hour before they finally reached the Shigaraki compound.

And now he is here, trapped in a gigantic dining room, being told about vampires.

“We agreed to let him try,” says the singular woman sharply.

“If you three hadn’t filled his head about saving the world,” a man with a spiky ponytail shoots back, “then we wouldn’t have this problem. And you too, Yoichi.”

“Nevertheless,” the leader says. His red eyes gleam in the low light, and Sorahiko feels his skin prickling at the attention.

“What’s that got to do with me?”

“Ah, who hasn’t heard of the toughest teacher of U.A.?” another man asks, sly and teasing. His voice is soft like the leader’s, but perceptibly younger. His coloring is similar to the woman’s, but he’s lean where she’s muscular. “Yoichi believes we should give you a head’s up. Toshinori is a good child, but even he will slip from time to time, and that will draw undue attention to himself.”

Sorahiko considers these seven faces. Slowly, he says, “You think he’ll be accepted into U.A.”

“Three of us are active pro-heroes, and we’ve been training him when we can,” the woman informs him. “I’d say he’s got a headstart compared to all of your first years.”

“My students have always been terrible. That’s what schooling is for.”

She flashes a smile at him, toothy and amused; his throat works through a sudden dry spell. Belatedly, Sorahiko realizes that every adult in this kitchen is eyeing him with intense interest. Even the ones that haven’t spoken yet.

Yoichi speaks again. “He’s smart, and he’ll be strong. U.A. will accept him. I ask you for your discretion and help, Gran Torino.”

He could refuse, but Sorahiko assumes they’ll simply kill him. Being blackmailed is a low possibility; Sorahiko doesn’t have much to be blackmailed about. And pro-heroes disappear all the time. No one really knows why. Principal Shi might demand an investigation on Gran Torino’s behalf (and possibly at the behest of Recovery Girl, who grudgingly acknowledges Torino’s efforts to raise the survival rate of U.A.’s graduates), but otherwise…

Still. Vampires. Another subset of humanity, among the Quirked and Quirkless. It’s weird enough to be true.

“Is this a verbal agreement?” Sorahiko asks.

A bark of laughter from the square-jawed man in the leather jacket, who leans forward and grins like a shark at Sorahiko. The light glints off the yellow lenses of his goggles, and the play of light and shadow highlights the muscle definition of the man’s shirtless chest. In a rich, low voice, he says, “We’ve got something better. A contract.”

“Using what?” Sorahiko bites back. “Paper and ink?”

“Skin and teeth, teach’.”

“Daigoro’s correct,” says Yoichi mildly, snatching Sorahiko’s attention away. “Torino-san, allow me to introduce my coven. I am Shigaraki Yoichi, second of my line. In the order of which my coven grew: Kenzo, Sanjuro, Hikage, Daigoro, En, Nana, and you’ve met our Toshinori.” As he speaks, he points to each person in turn.

He wonders when the kid got folded into this group. The kid’s affection for his home had been sincere, and he greeted the adults (well, Hikage had only come out of the forested grounds at Daigoro’s call) with merry cheer.

Is Toshinori even a vampire? U.A. conducts its business in the daytime.

Sorahiko nods in acknowledgement and doesn’t offer his full name in return. Instead, he says, “If I accept this contract, will you tell me whatever I want to know? About anything I ask?”

“Even vampires aren’t omniscient,” Yoichi answers.

Rolling his eyes, Sorahiko clarifies, “If the kid’s going to develop vampirism over the course of high school, then I need to know things. Like whether or not he’ll go feral over spilled blood. Or if sunlight’s going to be an issue.”

Yoichi’s smile is kind, and surprisingly not patronizing. “What we can tell, we will. The contract will have a mutual hold on us all.”

“What could break it?”

“A different coven, not that you should seek one out,” says Nana. “Trust us, we’re as nice as you get in the supernatural world.”

Sorahiko does not have many options. He hates the idea of agreeing to this without a safety net or a contingency plan. How can this woman ask him to trust them immediately? He’d have to be a gullible idiot, or a fool in lust, or...

He exhales. Sighing in resignation, Sorahiko tips his head to Yoichi and says, wry, “I accept the contract. Don’t kill me if your kid comes crying home about how mean I am.”

Yoichi shrugs, casual as anything. “Toshinori’s quite brave for his age, and stubborn, too. You’ll have your hands full training him.” He then stands from his chair; in measured, unhesitating steps, Yoichi approaches where Sorahiko sits at the opposite side of the round table. What he orders, Sorahiko complies with. “Take your cape off, Torino-san. Your gloves as well.”

“You may have to unzip the top half of your suit,” advises Hikage. “You won’t want the signatures to overlap.”

“Signatures,” Sorahiko repeats, pausing.

One glove’s already off. The flight suit’s sleeves extend up to his wrists, and they don’t have a lot of give. Similarly, the collar is skin-tight and provides ample coverage.

Daigoro playfully snaps his teeth at Sorahiko, once, twice. He says, “Paper and ink, skin and teeth. You forget already?”

The man barely flinches at the snarl directed his way. Seven pairs of eyes are honing in on the exposed flesh; Sorahiko shoves his self-conscious thoughts away. He focuses on the sheer outrage of being asked to strip by strangers, hissing, “Are you crazy? The kid is upstairs!”

“I’ll make sure he stays in his room,” Nana volunteers. She winks at Sorahiko. “We’ll be quick, Torino-san. You just have to keep quiet.”

“You—!”

She slips from her chair and darts off, exiting the dining room and ascending the stairs, floating off the floor. Sorahiko glares after her but snaps to attention as Yoichi stops by his chair, hip resting against the table, red eyes expectant.

Grudgingly, Sorahiko works off the second glove. As he does, Yoichi continues to lecture.

“The signatures can be made in two ways. A lighter bite will result in less pain, but will fade sooner. And I’d like for this arrangement to stand for several years, Torino-san. A lighter bite necessitates more renewals. Possibly, seven bites every two weeks.”

“And a stronger bite?”

“Seven every month.”

He scowls at the thought. The only silver lining he can see is that his suit will cover the marks, which will save him from his colleagues’ gossiping tongues. “Monthly, then. Are you drinking my blood? I don’t think I’ve got enough to cover seven appetites.”

Yoichi offers him a gentle smile. “A mouthful will suffice.”

Sorahiko works his jaw, and then he reaches backwards for the hidden zipper. It’s incongruously loud in the dining room; Sorahiko feels his face burning as he hurriedly rips his arms free of the sausage casing sleeves, letting the slackening front of the suit crumple to his lap. He hears an appreciative whistle.

“Daigoro, he can give you a run for your money,” Sanjuro jokes.

“He’s softer,” Daigoro deems, and Sorahiko bristles. “Must be the suit, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he snaps. “And proper hydration, asshole.”

“I’m not complaining!”

“At ease,” says Yoichi, calm, and that’s when Nana makes her reappearance. She swings back into the dining room, expression confident and content, until she spies Sorahiko’s half-naked appearance.

“Are we going in order?” she questions Yoichi, even as her eyes are trained on Sorahiko’s.

“That’s how it works, Nana,” Kenzo answers for their leader. “How’s Toshinori?”

“Watching his martial arts dramas. We’re good for like, fifty minutes.”

“You said you’ll be quick,” Sorahiko rasps, and his hands are clenching into fists, anticipatory and anxious. This is all so incredibly weird. “You all need more than five minutes to bite me?”

Yoichi laughs. It’s a bright sound, attractive and human and not at all like something that should be coming out of a self-proclaimed bloodsucker. When Yoichi moves, pushing off the table, Sorahiko nervelessly allows himself to be pinned to the back of his chair. One hand cards through his hair and lightly tugs; the other hand settles at his shoulder and presses it down.

His throat is exposed. Though Yoichi bends close, Sorahiko knows it isn’t the jugular he’s aiming for.

“Torino-san will need a moment to recuperate,” Yoichi whispers, and Sorahiko shivers, swallows past the apprehension, and spends half a second regretting his decision to let this happen. Yoichi adds, “We will not harm you, and you will not harm us. Your help, in exchange for ours. Let it be so.”

Teeth sink into the join of Sorahiko’s neck and shoulder, sharp and surprisingly hot. Sorahiko chokes out a garbled sound and jerks in his seat, until Yoichi’s bite goes deeper, deeper, and then Sorahiko gasps. Adrenaline bursts to life in his system; his Quirk sputters a reflexive Jet through his boots, but Yoichi’s slender frame hides an unseen strength.

He holds Sorahiko down.

He draws blood from the wound. Sorahiko barely feels the drain, fixated he is on the pressure exerted against him. Every single one of them is going to have the capacity to do this. If Yoichi, whose frame is most similar to En’s, can keep Sorahiko from bolting—Sorahiko arches his back, an involuntary moan escaping him.

It feels good. It feels really, really good.

Yoichi hums against his skin, pleased as punch, and his teeth retract. Sorahiko feels the tongue lap over the mark, heavy with spit. As Yoichi rears back, Yoichi rolls his neck lazily, licking his lips like a cat full from its meal.

“The saliva is a coagulant,” he explains idly, watching Sorahiko slump back against the chair, lungs still stuttering. A faint sweat has broken across his forehead, and Sorahiko distantly suspects that he’s going to need all the time he can get before the kid grows bored of his dramas.

“Oh, he already looks wrecked,” En observes. His awed tone elicits a laugh and encouraging clap to his shoulder from Daigoro, the latter of which requires En to brace against.

“You think he’ll last seven bites?”

“To be fair,” Hikage says, “that is a common erogenous zone. We’ll focus on less stimulating areas.”

Sorahiko, somewhat nettled at the implication that he won’t last (and what the hell does that mean? That he’ll back out? Start begging for mercy?) all seven signatures, musters his strength and shoves himself upright. He scoffs exaggeratedly, masking a shaky exhale with it. He challenges the coven, “Do your fucking worst.”

Yoichi blinks. Behind him, Kenzo is leaving his seat and stalking towards Sorahiko’s, red eyes gleaming. Before Kenzo can dive at Sorahiko and probably tear an artery out, Yoichi holds him back with one placating hand.

“Do not,” Yoichi warns. “We’re not trying to induce a thrall, do you all hear me?”

“Yoichi,” says Sanjuro, “if the man gets off, he gets off.”

A sigh leaves Yoichi. “Be that as it may. Please try not to leave him resentful for the months ahead.” He pats Kenzo’s collarbone; Kenzo catches the thin-boned hand and raises it to his lips.

“Understood, Yoichi,” Kenzo murmurs into the knuckles. He lets go, and Yoichi moves aside, now more fond than exasperated. A safety net, maybe.

In any case, Sorahiko gazes up at number two, who studies him back.

“The shoulder?” suggests Sorahiko, half-heartedly offering the right one up to sacrifice.

Kenzo inclines his head. “Just above the bicep will work,” and he goes on to prove his point, keeping Sorahiko locked in position, unable to do anything but wriggle and fail to contain strangled moans.

This is going to be a long hour.