#wouldn't it be nice to have less stress inside my very stressed body

[luvliewriting]

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NS/FW ALPHABET ARTHUR MORGAN

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18+ MDNI

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Pairing: Arthur Morgan x F.Reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Mentions of choking, breeding kink kinda, reader is afab sorry (I just know how to write for afab pleasure the best I'm sorry)

Note: Don't worry I'm working on the parents headcannon and the Arthur fic, I just wanted to do something fun

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

↳Not all that bad at it tbh! He isn't the best but he's super gentle and this is where you'll get most of your praise from him. He'll happily do whatever you need. Wanna bath? Sure you got it. Wanna just lay in his arms? His arms are open darlin'. He won't ever just assume what you need though, you have to tell him what you know because sadly he'll get anxious and wants only the best for you

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

↳Favourite of his: his hands/fingers. He loves how his hands look around your pretty little throat while he's choking you during missionary and your legs are on his shoulders. He gets a little power drunk during sex so when he knows that he has your eyes rolling back just from having his fingers curl deep into your cunt, my god does it make it hard for him to just not finish right in front of you

↳Favourite of yours: look this man loves everything about you so it's hard for him to choose but if he really had to, it's a tie between your ass and your face. It's a basic fact this guy is an ass man so he probably has his hand on it whenever he can. And when you're being a little bratty, oh he loves how red it looks because of his hands. He also loves your face though, he loves your expressions when he's praising your body. Seeing your eyes roll back when he has your clit rolled in between his lips is one of his favourite things because you look so beautiful at your mercy to him

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…)

↳Little less than average but a thick consistency. Big fan of cumming inside of you but, if he couldn't, he'd want to cum on your face, mainly because he likes to watch you scoop up some of it on your finger and pop it in your mouth

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

↳Really into the idea of you marking him, particularly hickey’s, marks from being tied to the bed, handprints or scratches on his back. He absolutely loves getting to mark you up all nice and pretty to show that you belong to him, especially to Micah (just lets him be cocky because he knows that Micah wants you but can't have you). But he wouldn't mind having some marks on himself, just to show how lucky he is to have you to come back to

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

↳It's Arthur fucking Morgan, of course this man has more than enough experience. Doesn't matter if he's your first, tenth, or hundrenth time even, this man will make you feel like you've never even seen another human naked with how this man will take care of you.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying)

↳Call him old fashioned, but Arthur loves missionary and when you ride him. He prefers to see your face, and know that he’s the one who’s making you feel good. He absolutely loves your expressions plus it just makes it easier for him to choke you when you start to get close, just adding to the high when he releases and the blood comes back to your head in a sweet rush with your orgasm. And trust me, when you are riding him, his hands fly immediately to your ass

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

↳Even though Arthur's very romantic during sex, he’s still always cracking jokes and making you both laugh. It does truly depend on the mood of the situation though, if he's just gotten back from a long and stressful job and just wants to be near you than yes, he's gonna be more in the moment serious. But if its casual, maybe morning sex, than he'll crack a joke or two, maybe tickle you just to get a laugh out of you

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

↳He keeps it well trimmed down there. He doesn’t want to fully shave, but he’ll keep it nice so that it’ll be better for you. If you are shaved or not, he doesn't care, he will still devour you like you're his last meal

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

↳No matter who’s on top, he always wants to be touching you, wherever he can. If he’s on top, he'll have your legs over his shoulders as he kisses on your ankles or has his hands intertwined with yours. If you’re on top, he’ll wrap his arms around your waist, and usually sucks on your tits, or kisses them. He’ll whisper I love you’s every time you do anything, and makes sure you know how much he adores you and everything about you

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

↳He doesn't do it all that often, mainly because he's typically too stressed or busy to get a chance to. Plus, during the time he usually has to himself he has you to help him get off

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

↳Look we all know Arthur has a praise kink, not so much on himself but on you? Oh lord this man can praise until the cows come home. "Good girl" is obvious but he also likes to say stuff like "you look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth" or "you taste so good, you're doing such a good job." Anything that allows Arthur to know how much your skin tingles when he's praising you is good for him, adding a plus to it if his lips are on your neck at the same time, his hand dipping slowly between your legs

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

↳Arthur is one for the risks so anywhere is pretty good for him. He definitely prefers a hotel room since than, he gets to do whatever he wants and be as loud as both of you want. But if you wanna do it while you two are on a job in the middle of nowhere with a warm campfire to your side than that also works. He also enjoys the risk of it at camp, maybe he just likes knowing how hard it is for you to remain quiet

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

↳I've said this about a hundred times by now, but everything you do turns him on. Sometimes just waking up with you curled up into him, ass pressed against his straining cock, when you wear a low cut top and bend over, you telling other people what to do (he likes the power it gives you, almost makes him want to put you back in your place), etc. Once he gets hard, he’ll drag you away from whatever you’re doing, and go to town

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

↳Degrading. Even low honour Arthur won't do it. He doesn't want you to believe that he doesn't like you or that you're a whore. He absolutely hates the idea of making you feel bad even if its supposed to be erotic. Praise is just the better option in his opinion

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

↳Giver. Arthur fucking Morgan is a giver. Don’t get me wrong, he loves seeing you with his dick in your mouth, moaning around him as you suck him off, but being between your legs is heaven for him. He could die happy eating you out. Your smell, taste, the noises you make, and the way your thighs squeeze around his head make this boy want to spend hours between your legs. It's even a bigger positive if while he's eating you out, he reaches his hands up to intertwine his hands in yours just for you to move his hands down to your tits letting him squeeze and play with them

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

↳Depends on his mood. If he has you riding him, it’s not usually him who sets the pace. He’s not really ever rough (he can be rough but he'll never go to the point that you could be hurt, but if he’s had a bad day, he’ll usually choose to be on top, and do faster, deeper thrusts. He does love soft sex though, and speed kind of makes it feel more romantic and passionate, so he usually clings to you as one of you moves slowly

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

↳He prefers proper sex, and making it last longer, but if you’re in a rush, and there’s an opening for a quickie, you better believe he’s down for it. The next time you two have time alone together, he’ll always have proper sex to make up for it

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

↳Like I said, Arthur likes some risk, but he doesn’t like anyone else to see what’s his. Public stuff is a no go unless you’re like, out in a field with no one around for miles. But also as I've said, Arthur doesn’t mind people hearing you though, so playing the “quiet game” is always something he’d be down for

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

↳He doesn’t get tired. He’s not tapping out. Can he be satisfied? Yes, of course, 2 rounds or maybe just 1 very long one is fine, but just know he can go on forever. And ever. And. Ever. It usually is gonna take you having to tap out before he even thinks about quitting. If needed, he might stop for a drink or a smoke (sometimes though, he'll still be deep inside of you when he lights a cigarette and keeps going)

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

↳There wasn't the kind of toys that we have now obviously in 1899 but there was stuff like crops and such. Not that he exactly used them, he prefers his hands you know.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

↳Arthur doesn’t tease that much. He can’t stand being teased for long, and he tries not to tease you. That being said, sometimes, Arthur inadvertently will tease you with a stretch here or a wink there. It never truly works because he also gives in to his desires so easily

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

↳Sort of quiet. But he does make these deliciously low sounds that you can feel when his chest is flush against you, making you shiver. But you can get some achingly good sounds out of him if you encourage him, let him know you like it

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

↳This may just be me but this man is a switch that leans toward the dominant side. I mean this man always has people falling to his orders and control, maybe just once he wants you to be the one to take control of him. Ordering him around and telling him what to do. Of course he won't just submit willingly, you'll have to fight for it a little but he usually lets you win

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

↳He’s slightly above average in length. A good 7 inches, and a lot of girth. All that matters is that this man is amazing at using his dick to make you finish, and feel satisfied (not all men need a 12 inch monster cock to be good in bed)

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

↳Arthur would have you under him 24/7 if he could. He likes feeling connected with you. He doesn’t need sex all the time, and he is perfectly capable of hearing “no” or working his frustrations out through other means, but just know, he wants ya, darlin'

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

↳Arthur might look like he’s out, but he’s a little more alert than he looks. Being an outlaw, it takes him a little longer to settle down fully and relax. Arthur will listen to you breathe and feel your heartbeat for a while before finally drifting off himself, he will always make sure that you're asleep first though

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Thank you for reading, please like and reblog because it really does help me out

If you want another ns/fw alphabet about another character, feel free to request for it and I'll see what I can do

Taglist: @margofiore , @cowboydisaster , @kieropal

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[letsoulswander]

to clarify more on that last point. I don’t really care about most of the SDV characters very much, they’re all pretty flat, but SHANE. SHANE is outright RUDE. Penny is shy, Clint clearly wants your money, Jodi is Too Busy for you, but SHANE says “What do you want? Leave me alone” and shit like that until you’ve got a COUPLE HEARTS with him! and frankly I would not ever befriend someone like that in real life.

yeah I know he’s hurting, I know he’s struggling with addiction, and imo it’s heavily implied that Jas is his biological daughter that he’s given up rights to or at least was far too young to parent when she was born. but none of that makes me want to give the TIME OF DAY to someone so needlessly rude right out of the gate, and when I haven’t even given him ANY SAP YET. honestly.

[alucardownsmyass]

HC of Alucard giving his lover a massage after he notices how stressed and how much anxiety she's been having plz? 💕 I've been having so many anxiety attacks lately and my overall mental health has just gotten worse overtime. Just in need of comfort

babe, thank you for coming to me for this! i'd be so happy to write some! i'm sorry you've been having to deal with that. anxiety attacks are such a pain in the ass, especially when it's a daily occurrence. my private messages are always open if you need to talk.

i suffer from major health and social anxiety myself, and just a ridiculous amount in general to the point where i dread going out in public because i feel as if something bad is going to happen that will result in my death lmao. always know that you're never alone on what you're going through!

𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗢 : ᴇʟɪᴍɪɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴀɴxɪᴇᴛʏ

poor mental health was definitely not taken seriously during the middle ages. if one possessed a mental illness, it was instantly blamed as the result of committing sins and the patient was treated as an outcast. alucard wouldn't admit aloud that his mental health was at its lowest then, but he was aware. even now, it still isn't at its best, but he has his ways of enduring. when vlad was alive, his indulgence in the soft touch of a servant whose fingers wrote scriptures along the ropey muscles of his back, or a nice, long soak inside the luxury of warm water was his way of unraveling his mind free of chains and bloodshed even if it was only temporary relief, and it was one of the very few moments he had to truly feel at ease.

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first, he'd tell you to peel away any and all fabrics that imprison the feel of your skin and to lie on your stomach when finished. for most, and at least in his experience, massages are much more impactful when the receiver is nude.

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he'd then take his time to remove his gloves as he made way towards your body. even the sound of his footsteps were a majestic pitter-patter that seemed to reiterate inside of your head. his lips curl into a soft smirk after having left a kiss upon the flesh of your back. "has anyone ever told you how intoxicating the bare touch of a vampire can be?"

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and like so, you practically melted in his hands.

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he'll distance away from bringing up the topic of your anxiety altogether. the entire purpose is to focus your thoughts on something completely different, to distract you from what makes you anxious in the first place.

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he whispers of a few affirmations and coaches you through exercises that aid relaxation as his fingers gently trail against your sides. "try and slow down your breathing, my love. let your mind settle and bury itself into an indentation of ecstasy." because you have anxiety, your mind is consistently bombarded with a million notions of unnecessary worries, so this can make it slightly difficult for alucard to stimulate his telepathy and pry himself within you mentally to clear it all. he understands if you struggle and he's so patient with you.

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he'll lean close to your ear and gift little compliments here and there, like, "your skin is so stunning beneath the moonlight" throughout the silence. he also comments what he loves about whichever part of your body he is currently caressing and getting a soft chuckle out of your flustered expressions.

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he immediately senses when your distress begins to subside, your eyes soon sinking into slumber. though you're asleep, he will still continue his massage for a few minutes longer. he loves the feel of you and is honored to be the one to rip away your vulnerabilities and dejections. it's the fact that you trust him enough to do so that may make him feel a little less like a monstrosity.

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"sweet dreams, my dear."  he leans into your ear one final time, and perhaps will use his ability to manipulate one's thoughts to ensure that your dreams are indeed sweet.

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[deviltoys]

— ‘𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗽𝘂𝗽𝗽𝘆!’

itadori yuuji x top!male reader. (wc; 1.3k)

#a/n: JESUS, AFTER MY DRAFT POSTING AT LEAST FIVE TIMES— IT'S DONE!

warnings. NSFW CONTENT, MINORS DNI, football au, ftm itadori, exhibitionism, choking, spanking, rough sex, dirty sex, barebacking, no prep, dacryphilia, sir k., pet name (puppy), belly bulge, implied oral.

dim lights, the roar of people in the stands, the booming voice of the announcer amongst the crowd, cheerleading sqaud egging on their side in hopes of them outplaying the opposing team, and sweaty guys all lined up for a chance to win it; it was like every other friday night game. all the essentials were there.

your eyes locked with itadori’s light chestnut ones glistening with heart and motivation, he traced the opening in your movements; preparing for the golden opportunity to throw you the match winning pass. with your arms perched out in front of you he played his cards and took the risk, planting the ball right between your palms— calculated and clean you sunk the ball in-between your forearm and chest.

you had caught the toss, nothing less from the team's starting quarterback and receiver. together, you were a gnarly duo, the ultimate combination of talent.

carrying your team to victory was common practice for the two of you, there wasn't a single game that had happened throughout your third year career where you two hadn't been the mvp’s. just another notch onto the school's metaphorical belt, being a powerhouse school you had a reputation to uphold. you all had gone undefeated for years, another win was what you were known for— which also meant another reward for your puppy’s outstanding preformance on the field.

it was routine, a few months prior itadori was overwhelmingly titillated after a long and straining practice. he had outshined his fellow peers and you couldn't help but feel the need to help him relive some stress after a hard day; you'd be lying if you said you weren't a bit pent up yourself. so from then on, every match you two would win and every practice he demolished, you'd drill his brains out as soon as you two found a little privacy.

this time was different though, you were horny, he was horny— he wouldn't stop rubbing up on you as you exited the field and that was your breaking point.

at the rate in which he was clawing to remove your jersey, you were sure he'd rip the fabric right in two; he was so needy. you're dizzyingly hot as you draw an arm around his waist, letting your fingers slide between the waistband and the hem of his boxers.

“yuuji, this is your last chance. you sure you wanna do this now? because i won't be showing you any mercy puppy. practice will be a pain when you can barely walk.” you growl and bite at the nape of his neck, the gravel in your tone twisting with your hot breath only made you even more irresistible. how could he say no?

“mhm, i can handle it sir! i’ll take all the cum you give my greedy pussy!” his confirmation was only useless banter, you already had his pants pressed down to his kneepads. his milky skin was so plush, his puffy ass was messily rubbing right into your palms; just asking to be spanked into oblivion.

itadori whimpered with the sensation your warm hands brought upon his sweaty ass— the moisture from running around made the dewy flesh erupt harshly against your palm. it was far louder than expected, you wouldn't be surprised if the suspicious noise turned a few heads your direction. but you didn't care, they could watch you break your boyfriend all they pleased, you were only there to reward him.

sloppily, you drag your half exposed boyfriend deeper under cover of the bleachers. you two were sheltered by the metal seating— rows of attendees still roaming around the area, just threatening to unveil the naughty act.

you're reaching over and rubbing the front of his cunt, hastily trying to stimulate his swollen clit while itadori attempts to push the length of your cock inside of his desperate heat. your rough, broad hands spread him wide, suddenly aware of how absolutely filthy he looks. the grueling approach of your palms flushing his creamy white complexion a profound sheen of red didn't do his drooling pussy any favours— but the way you bait the head of your leaking cock over his slit makes him shudder and his brain fizzle into mush.

his cheeks were completely battered, the sting of humiliation overthrew any pain he may have been experiencing. if not, the deliciously overwhelming stretch of your cock around his velvet walls surely did the trick. you plunge inside of him and he's lost in euphoria, mind unable to function with the motion of your thrusts.

“i thought you said you could handle it baby, where's all that vigor now?” he throws his head back as you snake a few fingers around his throat, teasing a few more before finally clamping down. his back arches into your chest pads, whining and vibrating with excitement; you couldn't tell if it was how nicely you were treating his pussy or how badly he wanted to be used like a ragdoll. either way, you continued to plant rough spanks on his ass while the hand around his neck steadied your hips right against his sweet spot.

he was losing himself, thoughts disconnecting from reality.

“i..c- can't sir! m’sorry, you're too big!” despite his protests, you continue to grind the head of your cock right up against his cervix. he's physically unable to fit anymore of your thick, pulsing length inside and frowns slighty— wishing he could take you deep enough to paint his tongue white.

“can’t? i don't do, can't, puppy.” sure enough, your balls twitch once, twice, as they delve deeper into his creamy womb— so messy and dumb as he bucks his hips weakily in an last ditch effort to stuff himself full. a groan rumbles throughout your body as his first orgasm of the night shakes your shaft wonderfully, body still insisting he draw out as much pleasure as humanly possible.

his cunt splatters slick down your cock, adding to the mess that was already stirring around his tummy. the more wetness that collected the more inviting his hole was to your shaft— his stomach forming a very prominent, round bulge that showed off your cock very well. a telltale sign that his guts were surely moving to match your jabs.

it's too full— he was too full— but you didn't stop, your seed spilling out of his pussy as the sounds from his underside blended with his beautiful moans to create a lewd symphony. he was so overstimulated and so enthralled, eyes slightly crossing together and hot, salty tears leaking from his eyes as you fucked him through the both of your highs.

his cock bounced so pitifully as your merciless reign of hip-thrusts didn't slow from when you two had started. with one last, wholly thrust your warm, potent cum pumped blissfully into his infertile womb— his cunt overflowing with semen that would soon be selfishly sucked in like the rest.

the changes to his body made you undyingly hungry; wave after wave of your twitching cock just resting inside of him, desperately wanting to breech those sweet walls once more. he was bottomed out, his spent hole gaping around seemingly nothing as your dick popped out with little resistance; the cum from both of your groins pooling into a small puddle in the grass.

the way you rocked in and out of his meek, useless body made his resolve crumble so easily. his knees buckled out from under him and sent him onto the ground below— you were in need of a reward yourself, were you not?

it took him a minute, but soon you had him neatly settled between your legs; eyes wide with lust when the grin sprawled across your lips gave him the go ahead.

his body was still perfectly able to preform simple actions and that meant he wasn't finished. fucking and feeding him from both holes was your goal and let's just say a few janitors observed the two of you leaving, the quarterback snug between your arms— unable to move properly without support.

[starshipsofstarlord]

Petal

college!sebastian stan x reader

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Summary; Your boyfriend Sebastian has been spending much time studying, hardly sparing himself a break. Finally, he sees the pros of taking one

Warnings; smut, oral sex (male and female receiving), penetrative sex, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, fluff

divider by @firefly-graphics

Sebastian was to be home any minute, he had been prolifically stressed from his classes regarding his law certification, and you had decided to exhibit him a well deserved distraction that would surely take his wired brain off from the course that was practically running through his veins at this point.

It seemed that at every waking moment, he was doing something to aid his studies, and whilst that was great that he was so dedicated to passing for this insane qualification, he did need to take breaks here and there. He wasn't the only one suffering from his late nights, and his resurrection from slumber at the crack of dawn, no. You were too, you missed him, despite being in the same apartment and room as him for the majority of his spare time.

He acted as though he had no time to spare, but you were well acquainted with his schedule, especially by now. The only difference was, that he had no occupation for a moment to relax with you, or by himself. His showers took five minutes every morning and evening, it was as though he were rushing to clean himself so that he could proceed to go back to putting his nose in a book, or searching specifics online.

But tonight, you were going to cut him off. If he didn't endure a moment of mindlessness, then you were sure to go mad yourself. You were keening for his touch, all you had received in the past few weeks were chaste kisses on both your lips and forehead, as well as verbalised 'I love you's. Perhaps it was selfish, he was striving towards a great achievement in his life, and you wanted a little bit of attention, but you knew he was holding himself from any relief also.

From the minimal time that he spent under the cold stream of the showerhead, he didn't have enough time to rub one out, and there was no fear that you had of him seeing another woman. Sebastian was not like that at all, and you had the clarity of him being in the kitchen half the time, typing away on his laptop, as he ran over some old notes and updated them.

Currently, he was out, he was in his lecture. There was a span of fifteen minutes from the time that he would be on the walk home, and you knew that was exactly how long that took in your shared student apartment, because you too endured your studies. But once more, your own were pushed to the side as you speculated your appearance in the silver tapestry of your mirror.

Your hand steadied on your right hip as you posed in front of it, twisting your waist to find the most attractive angle for you in your new wear. The underwear was tight, and not to mention, completely sheer. It's see through nature made wearing it practically pointless, but considering his current frustrations, it was only fair to give something to rip off of you.

Truthfully, you had to admit, you looked damned good. There was no way he would choose studying law over ravishing your body, a spark jolted through your body as the door behind you opened, and with a seductive bite to your lip, you turned around, only to scream and cover your body with your hands, or at least to the best of your ability. "Holy fuck, don't you know how to knock?!"

"I didn't think I'd have to because your human dildo isn't here!" Anthony defended himself, having turned around, as the image of you, one of his best friends, practically in the nude, burned behind his eye balls. The fact that he had seen you made you feel sick, this was not how you had intended the afternoon to go.

"Is there a reason that you burst into my room looking for me Mackie?" The question was indeed one that you wanted to know the answer to, you still felt so exposed, although he was not looking at you. That was certainly something that you were going to avoid telling Seb, that would definitely be a big distraction from his work.

And of course, alongside that, he would have an intent to possibly murder your flat mate, and whilst Chris would be laughing at that, there would be a heavy hotness to your face, as you watched them immaturely battle. Anthony cleared his throat thoroughly, directing towards the face that he was about to speak.

"Definitely not to see you like that." Retorted the math major, shrugging the shiver off his shiver as the memory tormented him once more. "But... me and Chris were going to meet with Scarlett, Takia and Brie, we were going to see if you and Seabass wanted to join, but as I saw against my own will, you have something already planned for your dinner."

“Um yeah, no, we’ll pass. Thanks tho buddy.” Oh god, to say you felt awkward was an understatement. If you were wearing clothes, or at least more socially appropriate ones, you’d go to him and give him a typical punch on the shoulder. Though, if you were clothed more body wear, you wouldn’t be in this predicament. Only things like this happened in college flats, that was one thing that could be confirmed.

“Okay then. Good to know...” Anthony closed the door and proceeded to enter the kitchen. He went grab himself an apple, and realised then that it was an unfortunate consequence, but he had lost his appetite. There had been nothing wrong with your appearance - nothing at all - but you were his flat mate and friend! And, you had a boyfriend, whom was also a great reference of social interaction for him.

The sound of keys interlocking with the outside of the door echoed through the kitchen, someone was outside, and he’d be write in assuming that it was Sebastian. Chris was presently occupied by scouring the internet for ways to surprise the girl he was currently hanging with, and honestly by that, Anthony was scared to enter his room.

It could have been anything that he was searching, but to his contrasting luck, the last resident of their flat entered, creases firm on his brow, from thinking too hard. Sebastian was mulling over the lecture that his professor had given his class. Remember to take a break every now and then. Maybe he was right, a break couldn't postpone him from graduating him that much, could it.

Perhaps he was putting it all off, because after receiving his degree, the four of you would have to find somewhere else to live, and a part of Seb was inclined to ask you individually to move in with him. A one bedroom apartment would be cheaper than one with three rooms, and atop of that, he wouldn't have to be cautious of minor things like walking around the flat in little to no clothing, or fucking you on the kitchen counter.

They were all coupley things that he had wishes to do, but because there were another two men residing with you and him, albeit them being your friends, he didn't allow you to do so in anything less than one of his shirts that cascaded down your thighs, so that if you weren't wearing panties, everything would be concealed. Anthony gulped, remembering he had seen you in your surprise for this man, and gosh, did he want to keep quiet about his accidental peek.

Sebastian wasn’t the jealous type, it was rather refreshing how he found that to be an unappealing trait, however, it would still not settle well that someone saw his girl, in a compromising choice of wear that was supposed to be for his eyes only. He would surely make it clear that you were his, and thus the fucking in the kitchen that he dreamt about would be more than likely to unfold, as he rammed you against the cupboards, caring not if guests were due.

“Hey.” It was a breath of fresh air to speak to someone who was not on his course, it was as though he had become estranged from the people closest to him during this part of the term. Thus a striking pang of guilt landed in his chest as he wondered how you must have felt. He hadn’t touched you in any intimate sense in weeks, it certainly felt like years.

That truth gave him no pride, he dropped his items on the counter, planning on returning to them after he had tended to greeting you. A long kiss sounded nice, strung by a chord of untwined tongues that groomed the insides of your mouth, as you reciprocated. If he was very generous to himself, he’d perhaps lay down for a moment, and allow his pianist hands to wander for more than a moment, stroking them up and down your thighs, until he gave supple attention to your sweet delicacy, dipping down to kiss it and run his fingers over the beautiful gates that only he was allowed to surpass through.

Anthony muffled a reply to him, before shuffling out the room, casting him a weird side eye, but Sebastian thought little of it as his mind was preoccupied with something other than his studies. Oh, and how he didn't mind. The mental image of your nude portrait blessing his eyes was enough motivation to have him striding at a fast, yet considerable pace, towards the door to your shared bedroom.

He knew you must have been inside, he saw your lanyard hanging on the coat rack, that was literally a makeshift piece of wood that you had drunkenly returned with one night, along with a very much intoxicated Paul Rudd. There had been construction nearby, and you thought that it was possible to turned the sharp edged plank with nails sticking out as a bedframe. Least to say, Sebastian did not allow that to happen, knowing that one morning, you would end up spiking your scalp against one of the rusted nails.

People had gotten hurt by it from where it was already, there was that time that Tessa had tried to lean on it for a photo, that in retrospect was an applicant towards your photography course, but that didn't end well, you were pretty sure there was still a streak of her blood stained into one side. That may have been why Chris had turned its weight around after that. However, none of you had the money to spare to invest in a real rack, so for now it stayed.

It sure as hell wasn't coming with you guys when you moved out, that was one thing that Sebastian was going to ensure. If Anthony wanted it, then so be it, if all went to plan, the pair of you wouldn't be living with the lovable goof when the time came. Turning the knob to the room, Sebastian heard a gasp, and thus after he shut it, he saw you wrapped up in your robe, your head cocked to the side as you seductively tried to settle on your small double bed.

"You made me jump Sebba." No, he could tell that you had been taking a short nap, as though you had wanted to forget some details from your day. And that you did, and you hoped that Anthony did as well. "Have you got much work to do bubs?" You raised yourself on your elbows and shuffled towards him as he came to sit on the side of the mattress.

"Think I'm going to take a short hiatus from it for a few hours." Now that certainly sounded pleasant, you hummed at his words, stroking his shoulder, as you pressed a kiss to his hand that moved cup your cheek. "Have I been neglecting my little petal?" It was a name he used whenever he was seeking forgiveness, but this time, you shook your head, frowning, as you settled a small smile on your face.

"You've been understandably busy, I get that. I'm not going to go as far as to use that word babes, you've just had a little time to yourself and your schoolwork, and that is fine." He tapped your chin, cocking his head to the side, inviting you to straddle his lap. You'd have been stupid if you refused after all the time that you had spent mentally apart from him, so without another hint, you clambered over his thighs, a giddy expression corrupting your face.

"This is why I love you. So open minded, and not to mention, that mind of yours has had me doing some thinking." Nodding in a current to prompt him to continue, his hands eased their lodging onto your bare thighs, stroking the skin with large soothing swipes, making any hair on your body stand on edge, as he averted his eyesight to the split of your gown that crisscrossed around your chest. It wasn't a sexual focus however, it was more so as though he feared a rejection of one kind.

"Hope you're not gonna propose us having a kid or something, because now is certainly not the time." At your humour, he sincerely laughed, causing a calm to wash over you and him, as he finally looked you in the face. “Unless you mean buying a plant, our last one died, and now you use the old pot to stub out your blunts." You could see the improvisational container as you turned your head to the side, seeing its white exterior be a gradient of light to shielded grey.

"I want you to move in with me." Sebastian responded straightly, bracing his slightly nervous palms to the divot of your waist, as he grasped the skin below your ribs, swirling the pads of his thumbs across your skin, caressing each nimble pore on that part of your body. His breath captured the side of your neck, as he licked a sweet line across a vein that he specifically picked out using his

"We already live together silly. Unless we're gonna move to mars." As you spoke, your brows optimistically raised, as your forearms found a home around the back of his neck, as you pressed tentative kisses to his clean jaw. A series of giggles evicted from you as you darted your tongue out to taste his sharp skin, your hand slipping down to control his own, trailing his touch beneath your gown so that the tips of his fingers were brushing the mesh of your underwear that was poised in a curve upon your hipbone.

"As much as the space nerd in me would love that, and not to mention you would make one foxy astronaut, I meant, after this, and here, we find a place for just you and me. I get if you don’t-“ you pressed your left forefinger to his lips, humming with a smile as he shared a gentle kiss upon your skin. He took the digit into his mouth, sucking the skin and swirling his tongue around the crescent of your nail.

“That sounds... perfect.” Ushering your finger from out past his lips, and the barrier of his nipping teeth, you languidly stroked his bottom lip, spreading the small extent of saliva that had coated your finger. “I’m so happy you’re taking a break Sebba, you deserve it. There’s something I want to show you baby, I know you’re going to like it.”

“Is it under this robe by any chance?” Obliging his answer with a supporting action, you allowed his hands to remain beneath the sleek material, as you untied the thick strand that tied the two sides together around your body. Pushing the dark silk from your shoulders, you revealed the design of petals that prompted through the thin material of your undergarments, everything exposed through the sultry and intimate pieces.

“Do you like it?” You seemed to have forgotten about Anthony seeing you in the internal wear, and from Sebastian’s honed gazing at your full breasts, your nipples sternly grew hard, telling him without need for word that he was silently turning you on. A sigh escaped from him, as he plucked at the seam of your panties, tugging lightly at the side to drag the material up your slit, grasping a light moan from your intimately affected lungs.

“My lovely petal, like is an understatement. You do all this for me, I don’t think I’m going to know how much this was, especially where we’re supposed to be budgeting.” Seb quirked his unbrushed brow, pressing his lips against the column of your throat, intaking the smell and pungent taste of your floral perfume. “But I’m not going to complain, because seeing you like this is certainly worth a fine penny. Is it ungrateful for me to want it off of you though?”

“Wait.” You instructed him, pressing your tongue into the divot of his chin, swiping a line of saliva through the bone structure. “I think we should get my money’s worth. First, I want to get my fill of your appreciation, and then maybe, maybe then I’ll allow you to discard piece by piece from my skin.” Your dominant hand pressed against his growing bulge as a you slid off his lap, running your nose along his thighs, as you fiddled with the purchase of his jeans, him helping you tug the denim off, and down his thick thighs.

“You’re so good to me.” He leaned back, curling his fists into the sheets, as he watched you enduringly pat him over his boxers, drawing a spot of precum to seep out onto the white cotton. “My beautiful petal, hungry for my cock, you want it, don’t you? Want to suck my hard cock, practically starving for it, ain’t ya?” Profusely nodding, you drooled as he twitched, and pushed down his underwear, revealing his uncut, and growing cock.

“Holy shit.” Escaped you as a breathy conjunction of two words, your palm reaching out to rotate his foreskin in your hand, pushing the layer back gently to reveal his hidden slit. Your tongue darted out over the flushed head, suckling on the sensitive portion, spoiling yourself with the salty taste of his aroused skin. “You have such a pretty cock baby.” Pressing a kiss along the length, you dragged your tongue up his shaft, before returning to the tip, swallowing down his cock in your throat.

“Fuck.” Your boyfriend revelled in the pleasure, one of his hands capturing your hair in its hold, running his fingers through your locks as you bobbed your head. Gargled sounds choked out from your easing throat, as you continued your administrations, making Seb squeeze his eyes shut, as he endured the pleasure that you pledged him with. “Baby...”

You moaned around his cock, your glazed irises peeking up at him, before pulling off, a strand of saliva connecting you to his hung length. “Say it.” Was his demand as his hand pressed the cheeks of your face together, forcing your lips into an exaggerated pout. It was a notion of past experiences that reminded you of what he was speaking of, you blinked your lashes innocently towards him, steadily breathing through your nose as he patiently awaited for you to carry out his order.

“I’m your cockslut.” You mumbled out, spit pooling out of your mouth and rolling down the cleavage of your lips, descending onto your chin, and slipping to be a river down your chest, playing hide and seek in the cups of your sheer bra. “Love your fat cock, and your large balls, and the way your mouth exhibits complete bliss over my pussy.” He tilted your head to the side, as he leaned down, his spare hand reaching behind you to remove your bra, leaving it hanging loosely off from your shoulders.

“How about I eat your cunt, huh? You’d like that, wouldn’t you petal?” A whine slipped from your lips as you shouldered off the floral laced bra, discarding it on the bedroom floor, as you waded your legs about so that you could do the same with the slim lined panties. “Come on then, get up on the bed pretty girl, let me at that pussy.” Doing as he said, you clambered onto the mattress, your front against the sheets as you tried to position yourself. A slap rumbled off your ass cheek, as Sebastian struck down on the globe of fat, straggling a surprised moan from your lips.

It seemed like he wanted you to remain on your stomach, and so you did as he breathed a swab of cool air upon your clenching lips, swiping his tongue from your heavy clit to your soaking entrance. “Sebs, do something, please.” You collapsed your face into the bed, wiggling your ass towards his face, earning yourself another spank to your behind. It stung, but it was a hot heat that granted you a minor bit of relief; it was certainly better than nothing.

And then, his tongue probed at your entrance, test tasting your cunt as his muscle flicked deliriously over your clit, his forefinger prying at your slit, and slipping without struggle inside of your walls, evoking a withering moan to collapse out from your chest. Another digit slunk through your folds, filling your further, as his pace increased, his mouth surrounding your clit, and rolling the bud around with his instigating tongue. “Petal, pass me the lube.”

With a light head, you blindly reached your hand across to on top of his bedside table, locating the bottle with your fiddling hands, tossing it back towards him. A thump indicates that it did not land on the mattress as planned, instead the container of lubricant hit him in the forehead. A frown covered his face as he shook his head, removing his fingers from your folds, as he grasped the bottle, splurging some of the clear and slippery liquid onto his fingertips.

Seb spread it around his fingers, rubbing it onto his skin, as he applied a little onto your tight hole, prying at your puckered entrance with his lubricated digits. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You gently rubbed your face against the sheets as Sebastian entered his fingers into your ass, quickly thrusting them in and out of you. “Feels so good Sebby, shit.” He continued his administrations with a clenched wrist, evicting pleasure upon you as you practically sobbed onto your shared bed. “No, no-“

He removed his fingers, as well as his own shirt that was still covering his chest. Seb clambered off the bed for a moment, locating a condom, as he gave his cock a couple of jerks, rolling the avast protection onto his length, as he positioned himself on his knees behind you. He entered you swiftly, returning his fingers back into your tighter hole, as he began to thrust into both of your entrances. Sounds of pleasure were compelled out from your lungs, as you half screamed his name; there were tears collecting in the corners of your eyes as you endured wafts pleasure from both intimate angles.

He curled his fingers within you, picking up his pace as his hips profusely clashed against your own. He was chasing a high, whilst simultaneously reducing you to nothing but a racer to your own. “So fucking tight; in both holes.” His teeth clenched as he moaned at the sensation of your walls clenching harshly around him, as he filled the condom with his white and warm seed. He remained inside of you as he brought one hand down to your cunt, playing with your clit, as he sternly thrusted his fingers into your ass.

It didn’t take long for you to reach your peak, cumming around his softened cock, and mewling into your own wrist. Sebastian extracted his tender cock from within you, also removing his fingers, as he swiped off the condom, tying to open side so that no cum would spill out, and then discarding it in the bin. “Shit, I was wanting some attention from you, but I didn’t know I was going to get that.” You laughed lightly, feeling a little hazy and drunk from your numbing orgasm.

In turn, your boyfriend laughed too, grabbing his shirt from off the ground, and lightly pulling you up, helping you into the baggy material. He pressed a sweet kiss upon your forehead as he rolled to be laid beside you, bringing your sweaty body into his matching side, watching through appeased lids at how you curled yourself into him. “I love you darling.”

“I love you too Seb.” You replied, pressing a kiss to his soft nipple, as his arms locked adoringly around you. “And I’m so proud of you for putting your all into your course.” Your nails stroked down his stomach, as the two of you laid upon the sheets, rather than underneath them.

“Of course I would, it’s for our future in the long term of things.” He stated, brushing any loose strands of hair out from your face. “But I guess it’s okay to take a break sometimes. And that, well that was certainly worth the time away from studying, it always is with you.”

[freakynct]

「𝒂-𝒛 𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒔𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔」

— jung yoon-oh

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a; aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

jaehyun can get pretty rough without even noticing it but he never forgets to take care of you after he's done with you. he's the first one to get up, grabbing a warm wet towel to clean you up. he doesn't talk much during it, prefers to place gentle kisses over your skin after brushing the towel over it. helps you put on some comfortable clothes on and cuddles with you if that's what you ask for

b; body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

i feel like he's very proud of his body and his favorite body part on himself might be his abs. on you, it's definitely your eyes, he loves interesting and distinct eyes and loves staring into them, makes him feel closer to you

c; cum (anything to do with cum basically)

i think he doesn't have a preference when it comes to where to cum, he likes doing it everywhere, your mouth, inside you, your back, stomach, he's happy to cum wherever you want him to. i feel like he cums a lot and sometimes it can be messy but he lowkey likes that

d; dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

jaehyun secretly loves to spend money on women. either going to the strip club and just spending the whole night throwing stacks of money to half naked women dancing in front of him or sticking bills in a stripper's panties while getting a private lap dance or, the most secret of his fantasies, paying some hooker to have sex with him. there's something about being able to afford all of these dirty fantasies and all of these women that makes him feel powerful and that turns him on so much

e; experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i feel like jaehyun is the most likely to get involved in one night stands and purely sexual relationships out of everyone, so i do believe he has a lot of experience and really knows what he's doing. i don't wanna say a specific number of people he has slept with but i'm guessing a lot

f; favourite position (goes without saying)

jaehyun loves any position that gives him power over you and where you look vulnerable to him, so probably one of his favorites is when he has you face down and ass up and he holds your arms behind your back while he thrusts into you. sometimes, if he's feeling a little bit more rough, he will even hold both your wrists with one hand and pull on your hair with the other

g; goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

i don't see jaehyun having sex in any other way but serious. he's really not the type to goof around with you when it comes to sex, it's something serious and sensual to him, not something to giggle about, i think he would feel a little awkward if that happened

h; hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

we've seen his little happy trail so i think he definitely doesn't shave everything, i really don't see him doing that anyways. probably just trims it well and that's it

i; intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

i think jaehyun really needs to be in a certain mood to make love to you, so it's either a very special occasion or he's feeling more emotional because otherwise i really see him as the type to prefer rougher sex most of the time and that's just how naturally he is. but don't be fooled, because when he does make love to you, he really knows how to be sweet and take really good care of you, don't forget that jaehyun is a softie at heart. i also think that jaehyun is one of the members that is more comfortable with having a purely sexual relationship, he doesn't need to be in a relationship to have sex at all

j; jack off (masturbation headcanon)

i think he jacks off regularly, probably 4-5 times a week. he needs it to let off some stress and relax. if he can't have someone to fuck then he won't hesitate to use his hand and he has gotten really good at it. he chooses a time when he's alone, most likely at night, pulls out some of his favorite porn that he probably already has saved, and starts stroking himself. he doesn't waste time teasing himself or edging, he likes to get straight to the point and cum as soon as he can. he only makes noise when he's actually cumming, groaning as he releases his seed over his hand

k; kink (one or more of their kinks)

jaehyun has many kinks and probably hides a good portion of them, only fantasizing about them in his head. i feel like his main kinks would be power play, sir/daddy kink, choking, hair pulling, face fucking, brat taming, degradation, exhibitionism and anything else that allows him to show his strength over you, he likes to feel powerful during sex

l; location (favourite places to do it)

i feel like having sex in risky places would turn in on beyond belief. he would particularly like to fuck you against a window, the thought of someone seeing how well he's fucking you making him even harder and making him fuck you even rougher. he also loves to fuck you on top of hard surfaces like a table, desk or even counter

m; motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

he loves the way a soft kiss can turn into an intense makeout session. the feeling of having your hands holding his face, your lips gently brushing over his, the kiss starting slow and soft, hands start to get a little more eager, trying to reach everywhere, tongues slowly making their way into each others mouths, lips moving harder against one another, that right there. that's something that makes his pants feel tighter

n; no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

another member i think wouldn't like to be dommed at all. like i've mentioned many times, jaehyun strikes me as the type to want to be in control and feel powerful during sex so i don't think he would enjoy handing that power to someone else and letting them use it on him

o; oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

i feel like he enjoys giving oral the most when he's close to that person or when he's in a relationship. he doesn't enjoy it as much if it's a random person he just met. however he loves receiving oral from anyone at all times, it never fails to turn him on when someone is standing on their knees in front of him with his cock between their lips

p; pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

jaehyun fucks rough and hard most of the time. he's strong and easily likes to throw you around and "use you" for his pleasure. he gets really excited and sometimes forgets how rough he can be. he loves thrusting deep and hard inside you, likes to feel you squirming and shaking under him and to see the small bruises forming under his fingertips. he will only be gentle and sweet if he's feeling vulnerable or you ask him very nicely

q; quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

i wouldn't say it's his favorite thing but he also wouldn't say no to it. quickies are sometimes necessary to him if he's feeling really horny and there's not much time or you're somewhere less appropriate. if he needs to have you then he'll have you and that's when quickies come in handy. but he prefers proper sex so much more

r; risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

he isn't the riskiest person but he would be lying if he said it didn't turn him on. he probably wouldn't enjoy if someone actually walked in on him but the thought of it somehow excites him. when it comes to experimenting i feel like he would only do it if it's something that he has also fantasized about and knows that he'll probably enjoy. but if it's something that he's not into, he will refuse to do it even if you really want to, there's just some things that he won't do

s; stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

i feel like jaehyun isn't the type to go for many rounds, he prefers to have just one long and intense round. he has a lot of self control and can last for a really long time, can and will make you cum multiple times but once he has done it, i don't think he would want another round, except in rare cases when he or you are still very horny

t; toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

no toys, i really don't see him using them. and it's not even because he doesn't like them or anything like that, he simply doesn't see a point in it when he can make you feel so good himself. he wants to be the reason why you're squirming and moaning and cumming and he doesn't need toys for that

u; unfair (how much they like to tease)

he's not the type to tease that much, only when he's in a very particular mood. he likes to go straight to the point and doesn't like to waste time with little games. i feel like when he does tease you, it's definitely with his words rather than with his touch

v; volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

he's not that loud, more of a heavy breather and spends most of sex panting. groans loudly when he cums though

w; wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

you hum against jaehyun's soft lips, feeling how he grows harder against you, under the fabric of his pants. it had been two weeks since you last saw each other but his hungry kiss gave away how much he had missed you. he grabbed your waist a little bit tighter and pressed your back against the wall even harder, a thin string of spit connecting your lips when he moved away to look into your eyes, his gaze dark and intense. one of his hands left your waist to pet your hair, feeling the way it started to apply some pressure over your head, signaling for you to drop to your knees, which you happily did, your hands wandering around over his prominent boner. "you're gonna take me inside your pretty little mouth, hm? did you miss my cock baby? yeah? you're gonna let me fuck your little mouth? that's my good girl."

x; x-ray (let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

jaehyun is on the average size and more on the thicker side. you'll definitely feel the stretch but it's one of the best feelings and your hand will probably look small around him. he's most likely circumcised as well

y; yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

he's good at hiding it and holding it in and sometimes when he's away from you that's exactly what he has to do but on a perfect scenario, he's ready to have sex about 4-5 times a week. he doesn't get turned on super easily but if you learn what he likes and you make the right moves, you'll be able to have him anytime you'd like

z; zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

like i've mentioned in the beginning, jaehyun pays close attention to aftercare, so he won't fall asleep until he's sure you're taken care of. after all that is done, i do see him falling asleep rather quickly

[transformersmr-hq]

TFMR Daily Random Facts - Day 03

Random Worldbuilding/Character facts about Transformers: mobius run universe

What goes inside each TFMR Characters' processor when they think someone is being an unpleasant nuisance (aka an asshole)

Autobots

OP: I think you're a fucking asshole, but not enough to deter my firm belief that everyone has good side to them and can become a better person with sufficient guidance. I am currently restraining myself from providing that guidance though, because I'm not about to coddle a grown ass adult like a newspark at the cost of emotional stress on my end. 

Ratchet:  I think you're a fucking asshole, but that's not my business. All that matters is that a) you're are not dying or b) not making others die. 

In case of scenario a), I'll do everything in my power to drag your sorry ass back to the land of living. In case of scenario b), I'll do everything in my power to neutralize whatever threat you're pitching at us... even if it means I have to stab you in the spark.

Arcee: I think you're a fucking asshole, and I'll make sure to let you know. I won't do anything else and simply leave you be, but the moment you mess with any of my friends I'll pull all your bone struts out of your frame and feed the remains to the scraplets.

Whirl: I think you're a fucking asshole, but honestly we're all assholes in our own little ways so who am I to judge? - I'm just mildly surprised to find someone who is a bigger asshole than myself... hold on, so you're the more toxic kind who finds enjoyment in treating others like shit? Well, time to lob a barstool on yer head!

Raj:  I think you're a fucking asshole, and while you are preoccupied with acting like an asshole I'll silently remove my existence from your vicinity to spend my time on something less pathetic. Oh, and do try to tone down that holier-than-thou attitude a bit, will you? Or "someone" might set your garden gnomes on fire tonight...

Bee: I think you're a fucking asshole. I won't say that to your face outright, because unlike you I was taught not to be rude to people. I might share some 'honest personal opinions' on you with my friends when you're not looking, though.

Decepticons

Meg: You're a fucking asshole, therefore I punch you. And you'd better stay out of my way, because your face will receive something worse than a punch if you dare to!!!

Starscream:  I think you're a fucking asshole, and I've already hatched an entire plan to make your life a living hell the very moment the assesment was made. Of course, you wouldn't know any of that because you're a dumbass and I am still smiling at you like nothing ever happened. Once you let down your guard and turn around for a second, however...

Blitzwing: I think you're a fucking asshole, so I'll silently give you a judgemental stare until you understand the message and get the fuck out of my face. AND YOU BETTER GET IT FAST BEFORE MY MOOD SWINGS TOWARDS MORE IMPATIENT SIDE!

Soundwave:

Observation: Subject is a fucking asshole.

1. Pretend to agree whatever the subject is saying

2. Follow the subject around

3. Record every actions and words from the subject.

4. Repeat until enough fun is had.

Possible gain: 

• blackmailing material

• stories that will earn a gold medal in a human interweb forum

• entertainment

Pharma: I think you're a fucking asshole, which is good because assholes are usually quite dim on their processors. Normally I would mmediately tell you to fuck off before your idiocy worsens my chronic migraine, but since I'm in dire need of spare body parts I'd be nice enough to play along... until I take what I want, that is.

Knock Out: I think you're a fucking asshole, so I'll give you my most obvoius fake politeness just so that even a brickhead like you would get my message clear. Don't cross that line, or you'll soon learn how it feels to be slapped on the face with a rotary saw.

TL:DR: Don't be an asshole.

[aceofspadegrass]

Imagine Dori going out to play a game,and after he plays the game..he wouldn't just go straight back to the beach,No!. He would steal the car from Niragi and just drives back to his house,going inside his house grabbing fanta and drives back to the beach with fanta,introducing fanta to hatter and we all know that hatter would accept him.

And then bring fanta back to his and Niragis room,breaking the door at the process to just go inside the room. Noragi utterly goes up to him,yelling at him..but when he sees fanta right next to Dori's leg..he's like" Aight,I'mma steal your dog" And just grabs fanta,and the next Niragi would force hatter to let fanta become a militant dog so that he could give fanta a rifle and a Fedora hat..which fanta will not like if the Fedora hat is given by Niragi-

How about dori giving fanta a Fedora hat?,fanta will love it and sleep with for the rest of his life. Niragi giving fanta a squeaky toy that is basically shaped like a rifle

Fanta is a Good Doggo

Characters: Niragi Suguru, Last Boss, Hatter, Dori Sakurada, Aguni, Cabot

Genre: Niragi get’s to meet Fanta! And maybe shoot a dude dead, but shush.

3k words

This was fun to write. Also, I only have a very vague idea of Fanta’s gender (Trust me, I still don’t know if I’m correct) so if I’m wrong, sorry about that. All I have figured out of Fanta’s gender is based on the underside of this very nice Fanta picture.

When games meant people were going to die in front of everyone lucky enough to stay, within the vicinity of where others shared the same space, not everyone dealt with them well. Some broke a little more each time, some powered through, some even enjoyed it. Either way, everyone earned their right to live in some aspect or another. They fought to keep breathing for another day or two, and came back to their base to eventually do it all over again.

And some, by the sheer power of something refusing to let them hit the dirt and breathe their final breath, just meanders through the games as if it were nothing more than a very realistic fiction.

That’s what was happening, at least in front of Niragi’s eyes. He readjusts the thick black bomber jacket that Sakurada gave him, stained with thick blood, hidden within the darkness. Said man that gave him the jacket was talking to another, who seemed oddly excited to see the man, even though his near carbon copy version was right there within view. Perhaps there was something less wanted in him that Sakurada had. A prettier smile, maybe. Or a nicer demeanour that people preferred to stick closer to. Too afraid to come closer to him.

They were correct to be afraid. Being afraid meant Niragi didn’t have to be seen as weak. But the few that weren’t, respected him. They held themselves at the same level, and Niragi at least gave them the respect if they deserved it.

Begrudgingly, it somewhat extended to his doppelgänger as well. Sakurada never exhibited a single hint of fear towards him, and even willingly attacked him with that darn water sprayer that he kept with him the entire time.

“ Oi! Are we leaving yet or not?” Niragi calls out to the man as he finally bids the other person adieu, Sakurada coming over to him with a kind smile.

“ Hey, can I ask you for a favour?” Sakurada asks, Niragi scowling a little. “ Hah? What for? Can’t you ask me later?” Sakurada smiles at him, and offers zero explanation, other than a simple request to head back himself, as he needed the car to do something. Which, granted, the Beach wasn’t that far from where the game arena was, maybe an extra fifteen minute walk on foot added on to the time it would’ve taken if they took the car, but Niragi still didn’t like how Sakurada thought he’d be okay with it.

But Sakurada was already in the car and driving away by the time Niragi noticed the bastard even left his side with that request, Niragi yelling after the retreating vehicle.

“ Hey!  Hey! You asshole, get back here!” Niragi chases the car for a couple more meters, but the car is much too quick for him to chase by foot, disappearing into the night. Niragi lets out a yell, eyes burning with fury and foot stomping against the ground. “ Fuck!” A presence next to him makes itself known, clearing their throat. “ Hey uh…. Did our ride just up and leave us?” 

Niragi whips around, blood still boiling, staring at a nobody Beach member, who looked far too innocent and naive to realize that Niragi was simply not in the mood for small talk. Next to them was a blank-faced Last Boss, who Niragi briefly forgot was even with them, the rest having perished within the game. That didn’t matter anyways, Niragi needed something to let his feelings out, and he whips his beloved gun from his shoulder and jabs it in the direction of the nobody, who yelps and backs up in fear. Delicious, raw fear, the person staring at Niragi with pleading in their eyes, even if it too dark to properly make out what they held. The wide eyes, the trembling bones, the bobbing Adam’s apple, that was enough.

“Oh, so you can see. Whoop de fucking do.” Niragi snarks, the person holding their hands up in the air, eyes flickering between the cold barrel against their chest and the burning eyes of Niragi. “ Yes our ride fucking up and left. I don’t know what he was thinking, but we’re gonna have to walk back.” “ H-How far is the Beach?” Came their shaky voice, and Niragi stares in the general direction of where they came from, muttering to himself as he forced his brain to work outside the blaze within his bone. 

“ Longer than what I should have to deal with.” Niragi answers, and takes the gun back as he starts walking back to where the Beach should be. The sound of feet against the ground follow him, and the idiot asked way too many questions for Niragi to care about comes too close to his side, staring at him nervously.

“ You seem mad. Was it because of the guy that took the car? I’m sure there was a perfectly good reason for that guy to take the car! Even if it was a little weird he forgot us. It’s a good night for a walk anyways! Lucky it wasn’t a Spades game, otherwise-“ “ Oh my goodness, do you never shut up!?” Niragi looks at them, and in a fit of impulsive irritation he swings his gun against their skull, a crack resounding in the cold empty night, their body hitting the ground with a thud. “ Asking question after question, do you not see I don’t wanna deal with another gosh darn annoyance?! You know what, I’m already pissed, I need to do something. Lucky you.” His lip pulled up into a sarcastic sneer, full of disgust. “ I need a good stress reliever.” He aims the rifle at the fallen body, the person screaming and scrambling backwards.

“ W-Wait!? No, wait, I’m sorry, please don’t-“ Their words were cut off as Niragi pulls the trigger, shots ringing in the air and blood painting the ground. Niragi doesn’t stop until he feels his tense energy get pulled into each and every bullet, when he finally becomes satisfied as the body is nothing more than bloody cheese.

Niragi scoffs, and spits on the body to rub it in, the final piece of the puzzle. He holds his rifle down by his side and stumbles into the night, the sound of footsteps decreased by two.

Three minutes later, and Niragi needed to rant, his mouth opening and spilling his slight  against Sakurada to his only audience. Last Boss says nothing in return, but Niragi didn’t need any words spoken back. He appreciated that, not needing any more of a reason to get annoyed. They return to the Beach within a fair amount of time, nobody truly questioning where the others were or where their car even was, other than a few talking amongst each other. One less  drinking buddy here, one less of a good time there. Niragi ignores it all and heads straight to Hatter’s, Last Boss behind him the entire time.

He opens the door, Hatter greeting them, Cabot sitting on his lap and wearing Hatter’s sunglasses, the cat comfortable. Niragi walks in and slaps the card on the table, huffing. “ There. Your stupid card.” “ Thank you Niragi!” Hatter chirps, and he looks over Niragi’s shoulder, likely at Last Boss. “ And you as well for letting me watch over your cat! She is such a wonderful buddy for a rousing conversation over the legalities of dolphins!” Niragi never hears a response, nor does he even stay long enough, already leaving the moment he was able to. He heads back to his room to sleep the rest of the night off, too mentally exhausted to really want to deal with anyone else at the moment.

Least of all Sakurada, when he would inevitably come back.

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The sun had not risen yet when the door slams open, hitting the wall rather violently. Niragi is startled awake, and he rubs his eyes and turns to the source of the noise, Sakurada standing there with the hallway lights still on and illuminating him. Niragi’s mood sours the moment he lays eyes on him, and he gets out of bed and storms over to him, grabbing the man by the collar of his shirt.” You little bitch! You left me there at the game and made us walk! What fucking gives!?” Sakurada holds his hands up, one gently tapping the grip that had his shirt. He smiles back, opening his mouth to explain. Niragi at least gave him that, one step away from going to grab his gun and give Sakurada a new hole to breathe out of.

“ It was super important that I took the car, since it was a little far and I needed to carry things! Besides, I didn’t want to disturb you guys and cause too much of a scene-“ “ Leaving us there caused enough of a scene, asswipe-“ Niragi shakes the man, Dori wiggling but maintaining his stance. “ Yes, but-“ Sakurada starts up again, and Niragi was near about to punch the pretty asshole when he felt something step on his foot, and the soft sound of sniffing made him look down, thinking it was Cabot for a second. Instead, a small fluffy dog stood there, brown in colour and very cute. Niragi lets go, the dog looking up at Niragi and barking at him. 

“ Is that a dog.” Niragi lets the sentence tumble from his lips, Sakurada eagerly nodding. He  kneels down, petting the pooch. The dog’s tail wags happily.

“ Yes! Niragi, meet Fanta! He’s my dog!” He announces, continuing to stroke the dog. Niragi nods as he too kneeled down, and he holds a hand out to Fanta, who sniffs at his fingers before giving them a greeting lick.

“… I love your dog. Fanta, you said?” Sakurada nods, smiling. “ Cool. I’m going to steal your dog now. Night bitch.” He scoops the dog up and carries Fanta to bed, crawling back underneath the covers and setting the dog on top, Fanta barking and investigating the sheets. Niragi’s gun was still tucked in bed with him, but Niragi wasn’t dumb enough to leave the safety off. He even made sure to put a little cap over the trigger to even prevent it being moved.

He wasn’t a Diamonds for nothing.

Sakurada say nothing, but Niragi does hear him laugh a little, and bid him a goodnight as well. Fanta barks in his ear, Niragi gently shutting the dog’s mouth shut.

“ Goodnight, dog. Go to sleep.” Niragi mutters, Fanta whining a little and wiggling out his touch. At the very least he settles down, Niragi huffing inaudibly and falling back asleep, a warm weight remaining nearby him.

Morning comes too soon, and Niragi wakes up to Fanta still besides him, sleeping peacefully. He smiles to himself, already getting an idea, and he picks up the dog, Fanta waking up with a confused yelp from being picked up so suddenly, Niragi carrying the dog right out of the room. He makes sure not to wake up Sakurada as he heads down to Hatter’s room, throwing open the door and slamming on the lights. “ Hey! You! Wake up you slutty flamingo!” Niragi shouts, waking up the leader of the entire Beach. His hair was a bit of a mess, Hatter grumbling and combing his hair with his fingers. “ Ah? Niragi?” Hatter blinks a few times, and comes over the moment he saw Fanta in Niragi’s arms. “ Oh my goodness you brought me a new friend! Hello you glorious being!” Hatter pets Fanta with the enthusiasm of an old man greeting a grandchild, Fanta barking and wagging his tail happily.

“ This is Fanta. Can I make him a militant dog.” “ Hm? Why?” Hatter asks offhandedly, attention fully on Fanta.

“ Because I want to make him a militant dog, and I want to give Fanta a miniature rifle. And a fedora, obviously. Because he deserves one. So do I.” Niragi tells him. Hatter waves him off, still petting Fanta like he was the greatest thing since rubber ducks.

“ I can get that arranged!” Niragi grins to himself, pleased, and Hatter finally looks up at Niragi. “ I’ll get Aguni to get that all arranged for you!” “ Aw fuck yeah.” Niragi mutters, and Hatter continues to pet Fanta for a couple more minutes before he finally had his fill. With a wave from Hatter, Niragi finally leaves. He sets Fanta down, done with carrying the rather large dog, and heads back to his room, Fanta marching alongside him. Niragi smiles down at the dog, internally vibrating with joy.

“ Oh, this’ll be great.”

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Later that day, Aguni comes over to Niragi’s room, looking at the still opened door, which had a rather decent sized crack running through it. He doesn’t mention a word as he comes over to Niragi, setting a small dog sized rifle and two hats on the bed, one much smaller than the other.

“ There.” That was all he said, and after a brief petting of the fluffy dog, he leaves them alone, Niragi grinning excitedly and putting his new fedora back on. Fanta barks at him, tail wagging. Niragi picks up the smaller hat, and he attempts to lower it onto Fanta’s head.

This doesn’t go well, Fanta barking again and running off. Niragi gasps, offended, and gets up to chase him around the room. Fanta was a crafty little dog though, managing to evade Niragi in every turn. 

“ Get back here you ungrateful little-“ Niragi begins to shout at the dog, but he’s stopped when he feels cold, familiar mist on his face, Niragi stopping in his tracks. “ Ah! Sakurada, what the hell!”

“ Don’t be mean to Fanta! Also, where did you get that?” Sakurada plucks the fedora off of Niragi’s head, Niragi becoming offended again in the past ten minutes as Sakurada opens the window and yeets it out the window as well. Sakurada spots the tiny dog rifle on the bed, and he gasps as well, picking it up and turning around to look at Niragi like a disappointed mother.

“ Are you trying to turn my child into a murderer! Shame on you, Niragi, you should know better!”  Sakurada reprimands, crossing his arms. “ You’re not my mom!” Niragi retorts. “ And come on, Fanta deserves a gun! And a hat!” Sakurada sighs, and simply sets the rifle down on the bed and kneels down, calling his dog over, Fanta happily padding over to him. Sakurada pets Fanta with a smile, then looks to Niragi, the latter still clutching the smaller doggy hat. “ May I see that, please?” Sakurada holds his hand out, Niragi continuing to stare at him. He finally concedes, and he comes over, handing over the hat. “ Fanta didn’t want it though.” Niragi dejectedly mutters with a bit of irritation, but Sakurada only chuckles a little and looks down at Fanta, holding the hat up to the dog’s nose. Fanta sniffs at it a few times, tail wagging. Sakurada looks up at Niragi one more time, Niragi looking down at him in pure confusion, then sheer indignation as Sakurada easily slides the fedora on Fanta’s head. “ There! Easy as that!” “ But- Hey, that’s cheating, how’d you do that!” Sakurada merely shrugs, petting Fanta a little more and standing up. “ I guess Fanta didn’t want you putting it on? Fanta is a very smart dog after all!” Niragi only huffs, crossing his arms and shaking his head at Fanta, who happily lays down on the floor. “ You little prick…..”

Still, that doesn’t stop Niragi from bringing Fanta with him later on patrol, the dog eager for a walk. People cooed at the cute dog, Niragi glaring at a few too dared get too close for comfort. He had to keep up his persona after all, even with the addition of a rather cute dog by his side.

He meets up with Last Boss again by the end of it, Cabot meowing at Niragi the moment he arrives. Fanta barks upon seeing the feline, Cabot tucking herself away into Last Boss’ hood. Last Boss stares down at Fanta in silence, Niragi snorting. “ Your cat is a pussy.”

Last Boss looks at Niragi at that comment, slowly blinking. “ …. Yes? She’s a cat.”

“ Ugh, you made it boring. Never mind. But still! Say hello to Fanta! This is a new member to the militants!” Last Boss nods, and he looks down at Fanta, just staring at the dog. Fanta didn’t seem to mind, merely wagging that little tail.

“ Anyways, I’ll see you later! I need to go get something! If Aguni asks, I went to pamper the fuck out of Fanta. If Sakurada asks, tell him to fuck off. Okay bye!” He waves and walks away, Fanta obediently trailing along with him.

He hops into a car, Fanta in the passenger seat, and drives away, having only the vaguest of ideas where he was going.

Three hours later, he returns, Fanta happily squeaking a squeaky toy that very oddly resembles a small rifle. He opens the door, Fanta running over his lap and into the open area with the little gift in his little doggy mouth, Niragi following after. Once back into the building, it doesn’t take long before Niragi sees Sakurada coming towards him, a worried expression on his face. “ Oh, there you two are! I was worried when you suddenly disappeared, you know! Where did you go?” “ To get Fanta a gift, obviously! Look, isn’t he so happy!” He gestures down at Fanta, the dog squeaking the toy once more. Sakurada smiles, a certain concerned tightness at the edges.

“ Niragi, why did you give my dog a gun again.” “ Hey! A squeaky gun! Huge difference! Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

Sakurada sighs, and he lightly shakes his head. “ Alright, but that’s it, okay?” 

“ Ugh, fiiiiiine. Fanta still goes on patrols with me though.” “ Yes, of course. Fanta deserves to go on walks.” Niragi fist pumps the air. “ Aw yeah. You’re the fucking best, you Dior mannequin. Come on Fanta, let’s go throw eggs at the bleached trash bin.” He runs off, Fanta barking and climbing Sakurada’s legs for a few pets from his owner before running off to join Niragi in his crime time.

Sakurada simply watches them go, with the slight hint of worry for his poor Fanta. The dog was a smart doggo though, so Sakurada trusted Fanta to hold his own against Niragi. Hopefully there wouldn’t be….. too much damage control he’d have to do later.

[hwauas]

🕊️: "the saviour"

choi san | 최산 - 1,208 words

you were trapped. the man in front of you wasn't moving an inch even though you were hitting his chest. since this moment he grabbed you as you were passing by the alley, he never left you. and no matter how hard you screamed, no one came.

“yeah baby. you get it. i like it when you're screaming. i love to see you being desperate.~” it was getting on your nerves. but even though you were angry, you still didn't manage to do anything.

the man wasn't just blocking you at this point; his whole body came in touch with yours. he was almost waving his whole body, and especially his hips, against your own body. he grabbed your throat with a hand, and started pressing it.

“listen baby. you will be the nice little slut you are, and you're gonna listen to me carefully. you have to give me whatever i want. i won't try or think about disobeying me, if i were you..”

you started to cry. it was a mix up of different feelings. fear, stress, disgust, distress.

so, that's how you're going to lose your virginity ? in a alley ? with someone you didn't even know ? with someone that was disgusting you ? against your agreement ?

hopeless, you nodded. you were crying a lot and, since you tried a lot of time to scream but nobody came, why using your energy to be loud while crying ? it was better for you to manage your energy to escape as soon as possible.

so you let him do whatever he wanted on your body. you closed your eyes, as if it would help you going through this.

you felt his hand starting to push up your shirt, and his cold fingers running on your skin on your belly. you felt them slowly going up to you bra, and suddenly..

nothing.

you opened your eyes, and saw an arm around your kidnapper's neck. you eyes shone with hope. did someone finally hear you..? find you ?

“what are you doing ?” you couldn't see your saviour's face but you could say he was angry. his voice was low, yet very clear. to be honest, it got you having shivers down your spine.

your eyes were full of stars as you saw this tall and skin man dominating your kidnapper.

as you were told by your saviour, you escaped from this monster's hold and ran to the crowded street. you sat down on the floor, against a wall, trying to process what happened.

you were almost traumatized by what just happened. how far could it have gone ?

you looked up as you saw the skinny man in front of you. you smiled weakly while he was giving you back your stuffs you dropped when this man started to assault you.

“t-thank you..” you whispered, the head low. this man was so handsome, and you were so vulnerable. this man was so kind, and you were so weak. you felt so embarrassed in front of him. “i wish i met you in other conditions..”

as he crouched down in front of you, you saw some blood drops falling from his lips.

“hey, it's totally okay. you couldn't do anything against him. he was really strong and you were petrified.” he smiled softly to you. it warmed up your whole body. you felt safe by his side even though you didn't know him.

“may i ask you your name?” the man asked. you smiled softly, and nodded.

“y/n. i'm y/n. and.. what's yours..?” as you asked him, you took a tissue from your handbag. you softly wiped away the blood drops with the tissue. he let you do so, and smiled gently to you after.

“i'm San. thank you.. for the blood..” he grabbed your hands and helped you getting on your feet.

you looked directly into his eyes while getting up. and this is why you ended up against him. your face inches apart of his.

“h-hum.. S-San..? would you.. would you mind letting clean your wound.. at my place..?” you were blushing while asking that. you couldn't just let him go anywhere with his bleeding lip whereas he just helped and saved you. you were thankful. but you were afraid he might take it in the wrong way. “i-i just want.. to help you in return..”

you felt calmer as you saw a little yet comforting smile coming across his lips.

“i wouldn't mind.. if anything happens again to you, i'll be there.”

once you grabbed everything, you headed to your place with San right by your side.

the walk was quiet, yet it wasn't awkward. he sometimes smiled to you when your eyes met his. and you couldn't help but smile back to him.

once you reached your place, you unlocked the front door, and let him go inside before you.

“i'm sorry if it's a little bit messy.. i didn't expect something like that to happens and..” you were worried about the idea of showing a bad image of your apartment and your habits. it wasn't usual for you to be messy.

“y/n, relax. it's okay. we all have clothes lying around. it's okay sometimes to be less careful.” San spoke softly. and it worked pretty well on you. you felt less stressed about that.

you mentioned San to follow you, what he did, and you made him sit on the edge of the bathtub.

“no one heard me screaming for help.. if you haven't been here.. i don't know what would have happened..” you said softly as you started cleaning his wound.

“don't think about it, y/n. i was here. it's all that matter. you're safe now”

you spent the next ten minutes cleaning his wound softly.

and there you were, sitting on your sofa with San by your side.

without knowing why, you could tell that San was trustworthy. he had this comforting aura that made you feel safe by his side.

you talked a lot together, you learnt more about each other. it was only hours side you first met each other. but it felt like you've known him for years. he gave him his phone number, and you gave him yours.

you eventually asked him to stay over for dinner. so you cooked together. you laughed together. it was a very good moment you shared together.

later, once you both ate, again you were on your sofa. during a silent, you shyly spoke. “San.. i know it might sounds weird to you but.. i don't want to face anybody now after what happened.. you're the only one i can ask this. i feel safe by your side, a-and..” you started shaking. you were stressed about what San would think about you after.

but his hand on yours calmed you down. “relax. you can ask me anything”

“i'd like.. you to stay here.. tonight.. please..” you avoided his gaze, looking down at your hands with his.

you heard San giggling. it was the softest melody you've ever heard. “it's okay. i'll stay here.”

you smiled to him; a genuine smile.

it was an evening full of laughter. full of happiness. which ended your day better than it started.

[mollyhw14]

Fallen Angel: Tied to the Devil's Daughter - Haechan / Lee Donghyuk fic (demon au) ♛ CH3 ♛

Haechan made himself comfortable in the seat where Renjun had just been, checking to see that was okay with everyone, earning a small nod from Mark.

"I didn't know you were friends with Renjun, Haechan?" Mark asked, looking at the boy curriously with sudden interest.

"Yeh I've not him for a few years now we used to go to the same dance academy outside of school!" Haechan answered, looking a bit awkward, not used to the attention.

"Wait how on earth do you two know each other?" Phina motioned to the two boys, sending her brother a confused look.

"Oh, well um... I volunteer at where he stays." Mark said lowly, hesitantly looking at Haechan's reaction, confusing Phina even more.

"I thought you volunteered at an orphanage?" Cheonsa piped up from the side of the Haechan, also interested in the conversation.

"Um... yeah...." Mark scratched the back of his head, clearly not wanting to carry on the conversation further. Luckily, to Haechan's relief, Renjun was back with the drinks.

"Dude you're kinda in my seat," Renjun motioned his head subtly towards Cheonsa, Haechan quickly got the hint.

"Oh is this the Cheonie you were talking about!" He got up excitedly letting a now red faced Renjun back in the booth.

Now not knowing where to sit, he awkwardly stood at the end of the booth. Phina couldn't help but laugh, finding the situation very amusing, seeing him distressed.

"Dude you can have my seat, I need to get going anyway, thanks for the invite Phinie it's really helped my stress." Mark turned to wards his sister giving her a soft smile before sliding out the booth and heading out.

"See you Mark," everyone called in unison and Haechan slid into Marks prior spot.

"So... you're the new kid then?" Cheonsa asked, trying to ease the awkwardness.

"Yes and what? You got a problem with it?" Haechan snapped, annoyed with the awkward atmosphere.

"Oi don't speak to my friend that way!" Seraphina could feel her anger rising and she knew if this was how he was going to act, she'd definitely end up snapping at him.

"Phina it's fine- honestly though, your temper is as bad as Phina's over here, but honestly just relax and calm down" She muttered towards Haechan. At times like this, Seraphina always questioned why Cheonsa was nice to people, she just didn't understand it.

After another hour or Renjun and Cheonsa attempting to flirt with each other, and Seraphina sat awkwardly in silence whilst Haechan start staring at her phone, she decided it was time to go home. After all, she was knackered and needed to cool down after being so angry all day, her parents wouldn't like her staying out too late either.

"Sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm off!" She clapped to the group, standing up to go.

"I'm just reminding you, you still owe me a birthday present." Her friend gave her a pointed look, causing her to sigh.

"I know, I know." Hands up defensively, she walked off towards the door.

She heard the last of their conversation before exiting the door.

"I didn't know it was your birthday tomorrow?", "yeah it's my 18th Renjunie!"

"Why am I always annoyed at everything, it annoys me," Phina moaned to herself, walking down the dark alley ways towards her house.

She came to a holt when she saw the familiar dog lurking in front of her.

"Wilson! Come here boy!" She shouted towards the fawn Pekingese as it trotted over to her.

"You always appear when I'm angry or annoyed, you must definitely be my guardian Angel Willy Bob." She petted the small dog before carrying on her journey, feeling a little less annoyed, with Wilson close behind her.

Arriving at her house, she heard the shouting before she even got inside the house. Her parents were shouting at Mark once again about his grades. Poor Mark just wanted to go and become an entertainer, but their parents where transfixed on him going to university and it upset Phina having to watch him suffer.

That night, Phina checked up on Mark, seeing him with headphones in and writing down lyrical poems which he always did when he was upset or anxious. Sighing, she closed his door and made her way to her own room. Eventually, she settled off to sleep with a heavy heart, wanting nothing but her brother to be happy.

"You don't belong here." Her mums voice rang in her ears, repeating the same phrase.

"You're not one of us." This time it was Cheonsa's voice. Her voice sounded like she'd been crying out of fear.

Why was she scared?

Was she scared of me?

An agonising pain in her back cut Seraphina out of her thoughts, her eyes sprung with tears as she let out a blood- curdling scream. Why did her back feel like it was on fire? Was she going to die?

The same pain then went through her teeth, causing the girl to bite down on her hand out of shock, hoping the pressure would make it stop.

The next thing she saw made her stop in her tracks, shocked and scared at what she could see.

All around her lay bodies, numerous bodies, laying in a massive pool of blood. Each body was lifeless and stacked up high, screaming tor life to come and take its place back in their bodies.

Screaming, Phina woke up. Sweat pooled round her body, and she was shaking from fright. The last thing she'd seen was glowing red eyes staring back at her. She couldn't make out if it was a mirror or somebody else. Was that her eyes? It can't have been!

She looked at the clock on her bedside table, the time read 6:30AM, meaning she would have had to be up in another half an hour anyway. Instead of going back to sleep, she got up and readied herself for the day.

Arriving at school, she greeted her best friend with a cake she’d quickly grabbed on the way, earning a big smile from the blonde girl.

“Aw Phina! Isn’t this like the first cake you’ve gotten me? Like ever.” She chuckled, as she got a small punch to her arm from the brunette.

“Can I not buy my best friend a cake for her 18th Birthday?” She questioned, a hint of playfulness in her tone.

“Of course-” Cheonsa was cut off by a stabbing pain in her back. In shock, she leant forward subconsciously until the pain slowly went away. Tears formed in her eyes from the amount of pressure which had been put on her back and she felt like she was being suffocated.

“Cheonsa, CHEONSA! Are you okay? Hello are you okay?”

Seraphina looked around for anybody that could help her, she couldn’t understand what was wrong with her friend.

“I’m fine Phina, it’ll stop in a minute.” Her friend wheezed next to her.

After 5 minutes went by, Cheonsa could finally stand up properly, but this didn’t stop Phina from being worried.

“What was all that about?”

“I’m not sure, I’ve been getting them all morning, the pain comes and goes but it hurts like fuck.”

This cause Seraphina to look at the girl in shock. Cheonsa barely swore, so when she did, that definitely meant the girl was in severe pain.

“I’ll be fine Phi, honestly stop worrying!” She gave Phina an encouraged smile, squeezing her shoulder in comfort.

“Thank you for the cake, but you better head off to your class the bell’s about to ring.”

“Oh shit.” With that, Seraphina was off, giving her friend a hug and a pointed look to let her know the topic wasn’t being dropped, before heading off to her first class.

“Okay class, now we’re going to learn a new routine today.”

Seraphina jumped from the floor in glee, she loved learning new routines.

“Guessing you’ve finally learnt how to control that temper, Sunshine,” the amused tone of the boy she hated the most rang from behind her. She groaned out loud at the fact that she’d forgot he was now in her dance classes.

“Because my temper is usually reserved for little dickheads like you.” She shot back at him, getting into a space to learn the dance.

“You little shit-”

Haechan was cut off my a clap of the hand from their teacher, narrowing her eyes at two students who wouldn’t stop bickering.

“Now class, I will be putting you into pairs for this routine, and please don’t moan I don’t want any funny business.”

Well that was Phina’s hopes of showing her dance teacher that she was a great performer crushed, because she nearly doubled over in shock when she heard the next announcement.

“Seraphina and Haechan you will be working together.”

They weren’t going to get any of this routine done with him being her partner. Especially if he kept being a fucking annoying brat.

[pupvivi]

Mina trying to teach momo some advanced spell (momo mastered it already but she enjoys seeing Professor Myoui^tm a lot) and momo just starts pressing against mina and mina feels the beginning of a bulge ;)

Momo couldn't help but zone out as her girlfriend explained something too her, she didn't have it in her to explain that magic came naturally to her. She only had to see it to emulate it. She simply just pretended to not understand a lot of things, made people pay less attention to her.

Mina took magic very seriously and threw herself as trying to master every and all that was thrown at her. It was admirable and if she was being honest, pretty sexy. Mina pacing around with her reading specs on explaining the origin of the spell, as well practicing the motions until she was confident enough to wield her want and attempt the spell.

Sometimes she would fail, and it only fueled her desire to get it right. Most times it was Momo who had to remind her it was okay to mess up and pull her away for rest.

"I don't understand this, you're usually fast to pick up spells. Say it again." Having Mina fuss over her was fun.

"Immobulus!" Momo pointed her want at their target for the past hour and a half. The spell was to make anything stop moving, Mina had earlier enchanted a book it's pages moving from start to finish. But with each attempt it was Mina that was getting and more frustrated. "Damn, still nothing." Momo shrugged, placing her wand down.

Momo glanced at her girlfriend again and had to hold back a sigh when she went back to pacing. She was getting tired and Mina was about to spiral into another self study at this point. "Maybe we should take a break, before you wear a hole into the ground?"

Momo suggested before patting her lap, while she knows Mina would never admit to it, she has a soft spot for being able to sit on Momo's lap when she was stressed out. So with a bit of coaxing, Mina was relaxing against Momo.

"My head kinda hurts." Mina whispered, her eyes closed so that the lighting of the library wouldn't cause more pair.

Momo hummed, her chin resting on the Ravenclaw's shoulder, her body practically inhaling her scent. It was nice to finally just do nothing and hold Mina no matter how temporary this break was. It was break and most students were home, so their chances of being found was pretty much lowered significantly.

"I don't know why you're so stressed out when were supposed to be enjoying our break together. Did you forget about that?" Momo gently asked, giving Mina a gentle squeeze, followed by a kiss on her exposed neck. She looked nice in casual clothing.

"Didn't forget, just don't want us to fall behind. I bet if it were up to you, you'd lock us away somewhere." Mina sighed when Momo's kisses ended with a nip. As much as she loved and adored Momo, she had a one track mind.

"Can you blame me? My girl is hot."

This is how it always started, a bit of banter, followed by kisses and not so gentle touches and Momo is ready to pounce. Mina could already feel Momo getting hard under her, so to rebel she ground her hips against the Slytherin's erection, earning a hiss.

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It was filthy, to have Mina sprawled against the table they were just studying at. Her pants halfway pulled down, just enough to expose her Momo's greedy eyes. Her fingers were working fast, pumping into Mina. Her soft moans only fueling Momo to bring her to her first of many orgasms of the day. Just feeling Mina fall apart to her fingers was enough to rip a snarl from Momo.

Replacing her fingers with her cock, she sank inch after inch into Mina, resting her hand on either side of her semi prone form. Just resting inside of her and letting Mina clench uselessly under her was a rush. But that's not what Momo wanted, she wanted to coax Mina into another orgasm before she finally gave in to her on desires and flooded her pussy with her own release.

With those thoughts in mind, Momo pulled out until only the tip of her cock was resting inside, looking down she noted just how wet Mina was. Her cock was coated in her arousal. "Momo, please..." Her words were slightly muffled but it was enough to get Momo to move. Her pace not too fast, as safe was more focused on reaching as deep as she could with each stroke.

Mina's moans were sinful, this was one of the few times where Mina really let her go and be loud. Momo never judged her for it, and if anything, she enjoyed knowing just how well she was pleasing her girlfriend.

"Gods above you're so fucking wet, Minari." Momo moaned softly, it wasn't fair that Mina was perfect. Perfect student, perfect girlfriend, just overall perfect. Her hips stuttered when Mina moved against, trying to get more of Momo with each thrust. "Stay." Momo demanded. Mina will take whatever she offers her. "I've got you."

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Haiyato had let out a small laugh, a little out of it--different from his normal, carefree one because they were exposed to the eyes of many--being careful of his image. he had always been blind to his actions, unconsciously doing as what he was supposed to, especially when others were watching him. it had been habit at this point.

he blinked at Iris’ actions, stopping the rolling cart with his foot as he held Akane almost defensively, as if Iris had tried to openly attack them. he wasn’t aware of it though, maybe he was just jumpy.

though, from the people around him--whom he didn’t exactly want to see--he could see that...around them, if he did decide to put the girl in the cart, he wouldn’t be the odd one out.

his actions contradicted his thinking--he wasn’t going to cook or eat her, he wasn’t going to hurt her, he wasn’t going to put her into shock or anything of the sort. he just wanted to...calm her down. make sure that she had a reason to obey him and not try to kill him.

though, he supposed he could use Iris as a way of threatening her, but he doubted that would work much, as the girl... she was now a despair--someone who wants despair and is for despair--and wouldn't mind being beaten into submission if she wanted.

well, he wasn't unwilling to mention Iris, of course, but to keep the act up that he really had been brainwashed by Junko, he needed some grand plan that would scare her into the despair she craved so much.

"i'm just… going to cook for her," he spoke, rolling the cart that had the unconscious despair inside of it, "Akane had always loved food, but if she doesn't calm down after then…. i'll have to improvise, i guess."

his grip tightened on the handle of the cart, sighing as he calmly rolled along the streets--as calmly as he could.

"but i'm... not sure if i'll have everything i need, nor do i know if any of the ingredients are good, so… i'd also like your help, if you'd be willing," his gaze was anywhere but Iris, both embarrassed and scared of his effort, "it's fine if not! i can make do with the skills i have.." it felt like he left off on an odd note, though it could have just been his overthinking.

as soon as the three had approached a building, it had been the center of Haiyato's attention. it wasn't extravagant or fancy, or tidied up to cater to his "likings", but it was… normal--still affected by the whole world ending--but, normal.

he could feel himself get a little giddy as he quickly rolled the cart inside, avoiding the body near the doors out of respect and trying to hide a small smile forming on his face. he'd never been in an apartment building before--it was always over-the-top hotels or too-clean houses with people that were always licking the bottom of his mother's shoes.

he inhaled slowly, the noise that had reminded him of everything--screaming, yelling, crying, guns--grounding him again. his tense shoulders from excitement had relaxed, knuckles turning white from how he handled the cart.

he bit his lip, trying to ignore the sounds and remain excited to see "normal" things, "let's go on the elevator!" he suggested, not waiting for an answer as he rushed towards a sign that led towards the machines, "wait, what floor do we take?" his voice seemed artificial as the doors opened with loud creaks, and he stepped inside the small space with a gulp.

the apartment was nice. if it were a sunny day with blue skies, the windows that followed the elevator up would have been nice to look at, and calming the tensed Haiyato.

his back faced the window, hands going to cover his ears.

now that he had nothing to distract himself with, all he could do was stand still and listen. but he really didn't want to do that.

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Izuru watched as Haiyato practically skipped into the apartment building, the excitement he had been emitting, clear as day. With a focused demeanour, his red eyes scanned the machine from the outside; judging from the broken down frame and the dented elevator doors, it had been severely affected by the chaos.

Even so, the idiot Haiyato seemed to disregard that fact and went inside anyway. The braided man had to follow, knowing if he didn't, Haiyato would somehow get himself into another harmful situation.

Silently stepping inside behind the way-too-excited man, he pressed the button of the floor he had somehow remembered from seeing the outside of the building that hadn't been too affected.

Glancing over to the boy who had his hands over his ears, Izuru's mind immediately went back to the time Haiyato had done his hair for him.

Izuru bit his tongue, eyebrows creasing as he heard his own strange and peculiar thought ring throughout his head, 'Doesn't playing with hair make him less stressed- God damn it, why do I remember that.' Since when had he started caring about whether he was stressed?

Then again, theoretically speaking, it'd be better for both of them if Haiyato's stress levels lowered.

Clearing his throat and mind of the thought, he muttered bluntly underneath his breath as if his time had been oh-so-precious to him. “This elevator is inefficient.” Then again, he had been very emotionally distant.

You know what? No. This wasn't weird unless he made it weird. Whatever Izuru had been planning to say next, had been completely out of the fact; it would only inconvenience the two if Haiyato threw a tantrum— Okay maybe that was a little harsh- No, it wasn't.

Izuru had temporarily left his body for a moment, as he had been focusing on the battling thoughts in his head. God, why did this always happen?

Coughing as if he had a gumball stuck in his throat, he suddenly broke the silence with his blunt tone, which unusually raised and lowered awkwardly. "... You said something about how hair always calmed your nerves before a shoot," He stated, seemingly having more to say but pausing for literally no reason.

Looking straight ahead, he refused to make eye contact as he glued his eyes to the elevator doors in front of him. Acknowledging the boy's stress, he continued, "I don't care if you touch my hair or not,"

His tone had been flat as usual, as if he didn't care whether the boy touched his hair or not; which had obviously been a lie. "..." Izuru definitely had more to say, but for whatever reason, he had stopped there, letting the Haiyato choose what he wanted to do with that remark.

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Credulous

Ch. 2: Comfort

Genere: FallenGuardianAngel!Jimin, Supernatural

Members: Jimin

Pairings: Jimin x y/n

Synopsis: love is an uncontrollable feeling, even for those who were meant to protect, and only protect. Nothing more and nothing less. Yet somehow, there was always outliers.

Warnings: A slight traumatic incident

Word count: 4.4k

A/N: don’t forget to like and reblog if you enjoy!

Ch.1 | Ch.3

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“Tell me if it's too much, okay?” He says as he opens up the little square packet in between his fingers. I just nod slowly, trying to look away. The longer I was around him, the less overwhelmed I felt. It wasn't much, but it was something, and I'd take anything at this point. Fainting in front of a stranger just wasn't an option. My eyes squinted slightly once I realized he was about to start. “I'll be gentle.” He smiled, the warmest, most inviting smile I'd ever seen. The concern that laced his eyes was still very much there. I questioned why he was so concerned, I was a stranger to him. Was it normal for someone to be worried about a stranger the way he was about me?

My thoughts stopped as I felt the wet wipe touch my elbow. The sting of the alcohol caused me to involuntarily yelp, which got us a suspicious glare from the clerk. “I'm sorry. I'm not usually this whimsical, I'm just a little out of it.” He giggled lightly at my comment. I wanted to feel embarrassed but I was feeling too comfortable in his presence. You'd think I'd be filled with liquid courage right now, but I wasn't. The scrape on my elbow was burning and I wasn't able to control myself. I wasn't sure why I was so out of it. Maybe the fact that I was tipsy, a little post-panic still running inside me, and this overwhelming feeling, filling my senses. I guess my body just didn't know how to react? It was being extra sensitive.

My head wouldn't stop spinning with questions however. It was just so confusing why this feeling was suddenly so strong? I mean, I usually felt it when I was alone. Yes, when I had been in unpleasant situations, the feeling came back. But after the situation was over the feeling would fade away again. Ever since this blonde guy came around though, it was much more stronger and overwhelming, and it wasn't going away. Back there, when he had asked me to walk away, I felt it fade slightly, but the second he appeared again it all came crashing back.

It was worse than the first week, it was like someone let the chains loose and everything hit me full force. Making the first week seem like a walk in the park. Was I going crazy? Or was he causing this? I must be crazy, because how could he cause this?

My thoughts were pushed back once I felt him place a bandaid on the scrape. I breathed in relief. “One more to go.” He cheers slightly, opening another disinfectant wipe, to which my eyes open wide. “What? I thought we were done!” He can only chuckle at my exasperated reaction. “The first one is always the worst, trust me.” He reaches for my arm, getting ready, disinfectant wipe in the other hand. “How would you know? Are you an expert? You must be part of the nursing department, do we go to school together?” I ask him, causing him to have an amused look on his face. “All done.” My eyes go wide, once again.

“I didn't even feel that. How'd you?” I take a look at my arm. It's all patched up. “I told you.” He smiles as he throws the garbage away. My breath seems to stabilize, the panic I had felt subsides as well. “You really didn’t have to do all this, even back there. Thank you, for everything.” I grabbed my purse as I told him, getting myself ready to leave.

“It was nothing, really. I may have overheard what was going on. I needed to make sure you were fine.” He shrugs it off, whatever the reason may be, I was thankful things didn’t escalate any further because of him. “Well, either way I’m grateful… I guess I’ll get going now.” I wave goodbye at him. As soon as I step out of the shelter that the drug store provided, the cold nights breeze came crashing against my body. Causing chills all over, I could only rub my arms to try and keep warm.

“Here, take my sweater.” I turned around to see him taking it off, leaving him in a plain white tee. “Oh no, you’ve already done so much. I couldn’t.” I shook my hands, insisting that it wasn’t necessary, but he wouldn’t budge. “Please, I’ll be fine.” He stretches his arm to me, waiting for me to take it. I give in after a second. “You really didn’t have to, thank you.” I quickly pulled it over my head and poked my arms through, indulging in its warmth. The scent of warm vanilla mixed with roses and lavender filled my senses. “I can walk you home if you don’t mind, just to make sure you get home safe.” He asks, but the fact that he’s walking with me already clues me in. I just nod in response. Besides, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t still a bit worried that, that psycho from earlier would come back.

Just as we were closing up on my apartment complex, my phone rang. I really didn’t want to deal with anything now, everything that had happened had caused me a big enough headache, I didn’t need to add more. Didn’t even need to look at the caller id to know who it was. Contemplating whether I should answer it or not, my finger hovering over the answer button. “Maybe she’s worried about you.”

“Maybe, but knowing her, she probably just wants to know if I left the party with someone.” I rolled my eyes as I clicked the end button on Rae’s call, shoving my phone back in my purse. I’d call her, just not now. The rest of the short walk to my apartment was peaceful after that. There wasn’t any creeps lurking, no commotions of any sorts. Everything went smoothly, which put my wild thoughts to rest. The birds up in the trees chirping and the wind whistles helped a lot too, and as odd as I found it for a stranger to insist on making sure I was safe, I appreciated his concern. It's not like it wasn't nice for him to worry about me, or that a person shouldn't be concerned for another, for the simple fact that they're strangers. It was quite the opposite, I just never saw enough of that kindness. All the other times I got into altercations people just looked the other way, all I’m saying is I’m not use to such kindness. Maybe that’s why I found it so strange.

Finally, we made it to my apartment complex. I stopped in front of it to thank my rescuer one last time. “Well, this is me. I’m really thankful that you stepped in, I know you didn’t have to do all that. So, thank you, really.” I could only smile at him, as he shook his head at me. “Nonsense, I had to. What kind of person would I be if I just walked away.” He seemed like such a genuinely good guy, that, and the energy he radiated was so comforting. In contrast to that jerk from the party.

I was just about to turn around to leave when I remembered the sweater. I started to take it off but was stopped by him, “Keep it, it’ll keep you warm.” I wanted to protest that he’d need it more, he still had to walk home and I would be warm inside. However, he started to walk away from me and I figured it would be a waste of time. I just laughed it off, as I walked up to my apartment door. A few flights of stairs, and there I was, picking my lock. After a few tries it finally opened, letting me in to the warmth and familiarity of my apartment. “Oh, how I missed you!” I whispered to myself, in excitement as I locked my front door. As soon as I had I ran to my bedroom and jumped on my bed, indulging in its comfy embrace. It was good to be back.

The next morning started with the annoying vibration of my phone against my bed stand, causing me to shuffle around in my bed sheets. “Hello?” I answered it, voice semi groggy, causing me to clear my throat as I listened to the other end. “I know it’s your day off, but Sammy couldn’t make it to work. Is there anyway you can make it? I need you here at 8.” My boss’s voice came through too loud through the phone, causing a minor headache. Quickly, I checked the time on the screen, it was 7:20 now. I wished so desperately I could say no, but I needed this job. “I’ll be there soon.” I didn’t get a response from him, he’d hung up. A loud yell muffled by my pillow later and I was up.

I was supposed to have a stress free weekend, relax at home, eat yummy food. But no, instead I spent my Friday night getting forced into a party I didn’t want to be at, followed home by some creep. Thankfully rescued by the sweetest guy I’d ever come across, and now I’d have to work on my Saturday morning with half a hangover. Great.

Although, come to think of it, I never got that blonde guys name. Then again, he never asked for mine either. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to see him again. His kindness had gotten me, so caring towards me even though we'd just met.

Not too long later, I had finished getting ready for work. I got my things ready and walked out. “Let’s do this.” I cheered myself on as I walked down the stairs. The cafe shop was relatively close, which was one of the benefits when I first got the job. I was thankful now more than ever, because I needed to be there soon. As close as it was though, the walk was longer than I had anticipated. Honestly, could he be mad at me? He called me on such short notice. Literally forty minutes before I had to be there. I managed though, arriving with five minutes to spare. “Oh, you're here, thank god. Ask Lauren to give you the list of the current orders.” My boss was quick to rush me into the kitchen. Being a barista was fun, occasionally. Not on days like today though, it was devastatingly busy. Too many people to count on my own hands and feet, even if I included my coworkers as well. “How'd we get so popular? You'd think the Starbucks across the street would be stealing all the customers.” I commented at Lauren, who laughed as she showed me the orders that were in place.

I started to make the drinks alongside her. We tried our best to finish quickly and efficiently. Which must have worked, because our tip jars were starting to fill twice as fast. “We make a great team, don't we y/n?” Lauren asked, giving me a high five as she walked by me, starting up a new drink. She wasn't wrong, we were doing great. It didn't take long for us to get the shop to slow down. Everyone had been helped and served. All but one. A young man, wearing a black leather jacket, that matched the pitch black shade of his hair, which fell perfectly over his forehead. As a matter of fact, his whole outfit was black. His eyes quickly glanced over our menu before he stood In front of the counter.

“What can I get for you today?” I kindly asked, smile spread on my face. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't felt an odd aura around him. I couldn't explain it even if I wanted to, it was something I never felt before. It was like there was a slight emptiness inside me, but somehow I was okay with that sudden vacancy. Like it could become addictive. “An iced Americano.” His words brought me out, but pushed me right back in once I saw his eyes. Intriguing, yes, but not in a pleasant way like I would have liked

“Yes, of course. It'll be three fifty.” I choked out, my mouth was starting to dry out. Making it hard for my words to come out. He handed me over the money, and I quickly placed his order. I ran back to the kitchen to make his drink, Lauren laughing at me, for a reason I didn't know yet. “What? Did I do something?” I ask her, completely oblivious to what was going on. That only made it funnier for her, causing a confused smile to spread across my face. “Haven't you seen a cute guy before? He got you all choked up and everything!” She started to laugh loudly again. I gave her a playful push, as I reached for a lid. “That's not what happened.” I glared at her, shaking my index at her, signaling a no. I walked over to the counter, calling out the drink.

The young man walked up and grabbed it. “Have a nice d-“ I was cut off by him placing something into the pocket of my apron, leaving me confused. “I’ll see you around.” He smiles at me before leaving, I watch his body disappear before turning back. Lauren is already holding back her laughter. “Are you okay? Did he tip you?” I can only shrug, it must have been what he placed in there, no? What else could it be? “It has to be, I don’t know what else he could have placed in there. Did he not see the tip jar? He didn’t have to do that.” I shake my head, he invaded my personal space, he was a customer. That wasn’t okay, besides his aura had me feeling odd.

I shrugged it off and got back to work. I figured he just wanted to make sure I’d be the one to keep the tip. Was my service that great? All I did was serve him an iced americano. He was probably just a generous tipper. The rest of the morning was busy, but not as busy as it was early on in the morning. I couldn’t help but wonder if Sammy was okay, or if he just wasn’t feeling work today, deciding not to come in. Either way, I envied him. These were supposed to be my days off, but here I was instead, covering for him. Which wouldn’t have been so bad, if it wasn’t as busy, but it was.

My eyes kept going back to the clock on the wall, counting the literal seconds until my shift was over. I couldn’t wait to go home and just relax. Finally, i was two mocha lattes and one caramel macchiato away from leaving. Smile on my lips, as I prepared the drinks. I couldn’t help the happiness I felt, knowing I was so close to being back home, buried in blankets. I finished the drinks and called them out, waiting for the customers to pick them up. Once they had, I walked back to clock out. “Thank the heavens, I’m going home!” I whispered to myself.

It was currently 4pm. The sun was still high up in the sky, as I walked out the back door, heading home. People were bustling around, probably because most of them had just gotten out of work, or picking up their children from school. I popped in my earphones, playing some music while I walked home. The cool breeze was relaxing as I shut off my thoughts and enjoyed the walk home. The sky was a light orange tint where the sun was, with elaborate shaped clouds that looked so soft. The green trees were a beautiful contrast against the sky. Aside from the noise of the cars, the atmosphere was peaceful.

I was so drowned in the setting, that I hadn't even noticed the loud car horn. By the time I heard it, the car was inches away from me, my heart stopping. The car was rushing towards me, from the corner of my eye, I noticed another car had crashed into its rear. I bid my goodbyes to this world in those last seconds, that moved in slow motion for me. I was ready to let go, not because I wanted to but because I knew I had to. My eyes shut close, not being able to bear seeing the end of my life. Or so I thought that's what would happen, but I felt someone else's body slam against mine, pushing me out of the way. The hit broke me out of my paralyzed state. I felt myself choke out a breath, breathing erratically. What had just happened?

I allowed my eyes to slowly open. Scared to see what the scene looked like. “Are you okay?” A familiar voice said from beside me. Just like last night, the feelings of warmth and comfort came crashing back. I tried my best to ignore it as I took in the totaled car that crashed against the cement wall that was being trapped by the truck behind it, equally as trashed. The drivers seemed to be badly injured. Disregarding the familiar voice asking if I was fine, I ran to the other side of the cars. The driver of the truck seemed to be gaining consciousness, but the woman in the car wasn’t moving. I quickly opened the door, pushing her body back by her shoulders, I was being careful not knowing how badly she was injured. “Hey? Can you hear me?” I asked her as I looked at her body, her shins were both bleeding, as the car had caved in on itself. Her forehead was bleeding as well. “Are you okay?” I asked again, reaching over to unbuckle her seat belt. I wasn’t sure what to do in this situation, but leaving her in the car didn’t seem like a good idea.

I gathered up all the strength in my body to carry her out, but I didn’t have to carry her for long. The familiar face from Friday night took her from me, placing her safely against the wall. Was he the one who pushed me out the way? He looked back at me after he made sure she was ok. “You never answered me, are you okay?” He asked me once again, coming closer. Were these feelings really attached to him? It couldn’t be, I felt these when I was alone too. So why was it so overwhelmingly prominent when he was around me? I couldn’t think straight because of all the different emotions going around inside me. “We, uh, should help him out too.” I gestured to the man in the truck.

I helped him bring the guy out, as soon as we had I called 911. I explained everything that had happened to them, to which they had said they’d send out help and I hung up. We waited for them to arrive after that, but the adrenaline that was in my body started to leave, and I started to feel a bit shaken up. “Hey, it’ll be alright. Don’t worry.” The blonde next to me reassured. He rubbed my back, comfortingly, and just like before, his presence had calmed me down. The rest of the time waiting was spent with me staring off into nothing, with my mind at a blank. It wasn’t long before the cops and ambulance arrived to the scene.

One cop pulled the two of us aside, asking us questions about the situation. The blonde guy was talking to the cop first, but I was so out of it that I didn’t hear a thing they said until the cop snapped his fingers at me. “Miss, are you alright?” He asks me, slowly I nodded at him. “She’s been like this for awhile now, I think she’s a bit shaken up.” He pats my back slowly, it’s as if he knows that his presence alone calms me down. “Yeah, I wouldn’t blame her, it’s quite a traumatic experience.” The cop is sympathetic with my current state. “Miss, I need to ask you some questions about the accident. Do you think you can do that?” I nod once again at him. I clear my throat, trying to get words out. The cop takes the cue and beckons another. “Do me a favor and get her some water.” He nods at him and rushes off. I take a look at the blonde beside me, he reassuringly smiles at me.

The cop started his inquiry, and I tried my best to answer him as accurately as possible. Awhile later, and the sun was starting to set, my watery eyes being dried out by the cool breeze. After the cop was done asking me questions, I was taking to the ambulance to get patched up. Shortly after I was allowed to leave.

“Would you like me to walk you home?” He asks me, as I start walking away from everything to go home. “Honestly, I would really appreciate that.” I nod, a small smile on my lips. I was just happy I didn’t have to go home alone.

“Thank you for saving me earlier, I really owe you my life. You’ve saved me twice now.” I’m telling him this as calmly as I can, but truth be told, I was still trembling. “Remember what I said before? I had to step in.” His words were laced with so much concern, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about it. On one hand I really appreciated it. He was so kind, and maybe that’s why he cared so much. “You know, I never got your name.” I took a second to look at him, how his hair was pushed back by the breeze, the way his eyes scanned the area in front on him. “I’m Jimin, and you?” He looked over at me too, his beautiful eyes staring back at mine. He had a kind of beauty I had never seen before. One that seemed like it didn’t belong to this world.

“I’m Y/n. It’s nice to officially meet you.” I was afraid that I’d run out of things to talk about, because I knew if I did I’d tear up, and this time I would cry. As if he sensed it, he started to make small talk with me. “Did you call your friend back. Rae, was it?” I’m surprised he’d remembered her name. I knew he’d read her name on my screen, I just didn’t think he’d care to remember. “Actually, I have not. I was so busy with work and now this, that I just haven’t had time.” He nodded, taking in the information.

“Well, just don’t keep her in the dark too long. She might worry, no?” He suggested, and I was sure Rae would worry if I ghosted her for the rest of the weekend. It would be a good idea to make time to call her. “Yeah, you’re probably right.” A sigh escaped my mouth, I was starting to feel tired. Thankfully the rest of the walk was peaceful, with him keeping me busy with his questions. I don’t think I could ever express how thankful I was towards him.

Finally, we arrived in front of my apartment complex. Just like the prior night, I stood in front of it, turning to face him. “Thank you for walking me home, and for saving me back there. I can’t tell you enough how much I am. I’m seriously in debt to you.” He shakes his head, he takes a step closer to me. “You don’t owe me anything, the fact that you’re still alive is enough.” He brushes back a strand of my hair. “Now go inside.” He turns me around and gives me a slight push. I shake my head, but continue walking. Every time I thanked him he brushed it off like it wasn’t anything big, as if it was his job to keep me safe. The rational side of me wanted to question it, but I just couldn’t find a reason to do so. No one had cared for me that way aside from Rae. Of course, my patents as well, but I was enjoying being cared about too much to question his motives. Rae had just recently come into my life. It wasn’t a feeling I was all that use to, and it was nice.

I ran up the stairs to my door, wanting to be in the comfort of my home. Desperately putting my key in and unlocking the door. I breathed relieved. My body leaned against the door once I had locked it again. I sighed loudly as I take my shoes off. As soon as I was away from Jimin I had felt the warmth leave too, making me feel the traumatic emotions of earlier again. Not knowing how I’d respond to the sudden feelings beginning to bubble up, I walked to my living room. A couple steps in and I collapsed on myself. Frantically breathing as I cried. Eyes shut closed, shaking hand over my mouth. Suddenly I felt myself inside the most inviting embrace. “It’ll be alright, you’re going to be okay.” Jimin’s voice spoke out to me.

I threw myself against him, holding onto him too desperately. “I thought I’d die! My life flashed before me, and I let myself accept death. I was ready for it…” I cried against his shoulder as he rubbed my back, soothing my pain.

“I’m here, I won’t let you get hurt. Ever.”

[harrystylesgoldencreature]

Just a Flicker of Hope Chapter 7-Ghosts in the Closet

Felicity fell to her knees.. “How bad is it this time?” She whispered into the phone.

“Very bad.. She's in a coma, and the doctors don't know if she's going to wake up are not. It's not looking good.”

Felicity fell silent, as tears started to fall slowly down her cheek. Horrific memories of her childhood started to play inside her mind. She could see her ten year old self screaming and crying at the lady on the phone.

….........

“My mom!! She won't wake up!! There's blood everywhere.” She cried.

“Okay, sweetheart I have help on the way. Can you tell me what happened?” The nice women said calmly.

“I don't know! I just got home from school. She always does this!! Why can't we just have a normal mom!” She cried.

While on the phone, she also had to try to calm down her younger brother. He was only four at the time. She felt protective of him, ever since the day he was born. She knew that he would have a hard life, because she had already been through it all. She felt determined to shelter him from everything that she could. That, however, became difficult when she started school.

Everyday at school, she would stress and worry over him. She never knew how she would find him. One time she came home to him running around in the street. At just a two years old he was alone and scared. Her parents were nowhere to be found. She thanked God everyday that he didn't get hit by a car.

Looking back on it now, she realized she never really had a childhood. She had to become a mom at just six years old. For the longest time she felt like taking Thomas and running far far away. Of course, every time she tried they were brought right back home.

….....

Felicity was lost in the past, as the silence lingered on. She almost forgot that her brother was still on the phone.

“Felicity?? Are you there? I really need you. I know you're busy these days helping keep the bills paid up for us, but could you come home? Just until she's okay again...”

Her heart was breaking into a million pieces. It was not hurting for her mom that had put herself into a coma by using God only knows what drugs. It was tearing apart for her dear brother that did not deserve to be in this situation. She had come to hate her mom for the mess of a person she was.

Her mom spent her days getting high any way she could. She didn't care what she was putting into her body, all she wanted was to escape. Her dad had left, not long after her brother was born. It had been a dream come true for her. She loathed her dad, even more than her mom.

Her dad was the reason her mom had become an addict in the first place. Not only was he controlling, he was abusive as well. He made life a living hell for both Felicity and her mom. Her mom turned to drugs, as a way to escape the pain.

"I'll be there as soon as I can," she told him.

Trying to push the darkened thoughts of her childhood out of her mind, she jumped up. She frantically started packing. She threw random clothes in her suitcase. Running to the bathroom she grabbed her toothbrush and a few other items.

Roughly ten minutes had past since she had gotten off of the phone with Thomas. Grabbing her phone, she called a taxi. It was only an hour drive home, but it would cost her greatly. Between paying both her bills and her families bills, these days she didn't have much money to spare. However her brother needed her, and she would do anything on earth for him.

….....

The drive to the hospital seemed to take less time then she would have liked.  It had been quite some time, since the last time she stood face to face with her mother. She wasn't sure what to expect, and she definitely did not know how she would feel.

The better part of her, hated her mother for the way she had grown up. Another part, a smaller part, did not blame her mom for wanting to escape reality. If she would have had the choice, she would have wanted to forget as well.

It was almost 6 a.m, when Felicity's taxi pulled into the parking lot of the massive hospital. Felicity was beyond exhausted. It had been a full day since the last time she was able to get any rest.

Before walking into the emergency room doors, she decided to call her boss. She knew that she was just stalling, but she couldn't help her nerves. For reasons unknown, her hands wouldn't stop shaking and her heart was pounding.

Taking a very long deep breath, she walked into the busy waiting room. She felt as if she were in a dream. She told a nurse her mother's name, and after a few minutes she was taken to another floor. This floor was less crowded. It also reminded Felicity of death. Strangers stood around beds crying for their loved ones, as they said their goodbyes.

Felicity felt numb. She knew deep down that her mother would not walk out of this hospital alive. Not this time. Although she was certain of this, she still couldn't force herself to feel. She knew she should be sad and upset. She knew any sane person would be sobbing and praying for God to spare her life. However, she just felt numb. She felt cold, it was as if she were in a dream. She felt as if she were looking in on someone elses life. This wasn't her reality.

The nurse led her down the very long hall to the very last room in the ICU. Giving her a small smile, she left her alone in the hall. Standing outside of the door, Felicity tried to muster up the courage to open it. She wasn't sure how long she had been standing there for, when the door suddenly opened.

Out walked a very tired young man. It had also been quite some time since she last set eyes on her beloved brother. Although he looked as if he had been up for days, he still looked just like she remembered. They had always favored each other. They both had dark brown hair and hazel eyes. They were also both on the slimmer side. His shoulders were broad, and he must have grown at least a foot since their last encounter.

It only took him a second to recognize who she was. Rushing towards her, he tackled her with a bear hug.

"You came!" He cried in relief.

"Of course I came! You didn't think I would leave you alone to face all of this did you?" She asked rolling her eyes.

"No," he said not certain.

"Mom and I might have our share of differences, but I will always be here for you. You know that. There is nothing I wouldn't do for you." She told him sternly.

"I know," he sighed. "Thank you."

"You look like hell."

"You should be talking!" He said raising a brow.

"Hey now!" She said laughing slightly.

They stood in awkward silence for a moment.

"How is she?" Felicity asked finally.

"It's not looking good." Thomas said sadly. "You should go see her. They said that she can still hear us. I'm sure she would love it. Besides, you might want to say goodbye. Just in case."

Felicity froze. This was the part she was uncertain of. She wasn't sure if she even wanted to see her mother again let alone say goodbye to her. She didn't know if she would have the strength to face her after all this time, even if she was in a coma and couldn't talk.

After a moment of hesitation, she finally found her voice once more. "How about we go find some coffee. I know I could use at least ten cups." She told him with an awkward laugh.

Thomas looked as if he wanted to object, but he decided against it. He simply nodded his head and started walking beside his sister.

They walked to the large cafe in silence. They both made a cup of coffee and took a seat in the corner. They sat in silence for what seemed like an eternity, neither one of them knowing what to say next.

"How have you been?" She asked finally breaking the tense silence.

She studied her brother carefully. He looked as if he had lost at least ten pounds, and he had dark circles under his eyes. She knew she could not have looked any better, but it was him that she constantly worried about.

"I've been alright," he lied. "I joined the wrestling team." He told her. His eyes lite up ever so slightly at the mention of this.

"Really?" She asked highly surprised.

"Yeah... Well Ms. Carol said it would be a good way to let out some built up anger and frustration." He said softly.

Ms. Carol had been both of their therapist for as long as she could remember. She was both surprised and glad that she could get him excited about something. She felt like it would be good for him. A nice change. Although, she did worry about him getting hurt or hurting someone else. She knew from experience how much anger they both shared. Anger at their situation, and definite anger at their mother. Although he refused to admit his rage towards the women who gave him life, she knew it was there.

"Well that's wonderful! I'm glad you found something that's made you happy." She told him sincerely.

"It's been tough, trying to catch up to the other guys. They've been training for years." He sighed. "But coach says I'm a natural and will get the hang off it."

"I'm sure you're better than you give yourself credit for." She told him smiling brightly. "You'll have to let me know when you compete. I'll come cheer you on!"

His face lite up instantly, at the thought of this. "I would love that!"

She smiled fondly at her younger brother. He had just turned 17, and she knew it wouldn't be much longer before he could leave everything behind like she once did. She knew she would have a hard time convincing him to come live with her, but she would try her very best.

They spent the next hour chatting and catching up. Despite where they were, it felt like old times. She missed her brother and wished she could see him more often.

They were laughing and carrying on, when a nurse came rushing up to them.

"There you are!" She said somewhat relieved. "I've been looking for you everywhere, Thomas!"

Suddenly alarmed, he jumped up. "What's wrong?! Is she okay?!"

The young nurse gave him a reassuring smile. "Everything is perfectly fine! Actually.. she's awake. She's been asking for you."

Felicity and Thomas both stared at her in utter shock. Felicity couldn't quite comprehend what the lady was saying. This was something she wasn't expecting, when she decided to come to the hospital. She wasn't expecting to have to speak to her mother. She still wasn't even one hundred percent certain that she even wanted to see her again. Now she was going to have to see her and hold a conversation with her.

She still had so much built up anger towards her mother, and she suddenly felt it all coming rushing back to her. She didn't know if she would ever be able to forgive her for neglecting her two children.

Thomas jumped to his feet instantly. He was about to run out of the cafeteria, when he noticed his sister wasn't following behind him. Looking back, he frowned.

"Aren't you coming?"

Felicity hesitated, not knowing what to tell him. "I don't know," she told him honestly. "I don't know if I can face her after all this time."

His frown deepened, as he took in her words. "Look I can't make you do something you don't want to do, but I know it would mean a lot to her. You and I both know that, she's more than likely not leaving this hospital. We've known for long time that it was only a matter of time before the drugs killed her. This could be the last chance you ever get to have a little bit of closure."

Felicity stared at her brother in disbelief, his words echoing in her mind. She suddenly felt like a child, and his words made him sound like the adult. She thought about this for a few moments, as he waited impatiently for her to respond.

“Fine,” she said simply. Reluctantly, she rose to her feet and joined her brother.

Giving her a said small, he wrapped his arms around her. He knew how hard this was going to be for her. It had been close to three years since Felicity last spoke to their mother, and they had not ended on great terms.

They walked quietly back to the hospital room. Felicity walked slowly, trying to stall as much as she could. She knew that this meeting could go one of two ways. She didn't know what her mother's reaction to see her daughter again would be.

They stood outside of the door for a few moments, both trying to gather their thoughts. Thomas smiled down at his sister once more, before opening the door and walking in. He put a bright and somewhat fake smile on his face, as he walked to the bed.

Felicity stayed back for a moment longer. Standing in the doorway, she took in the scene. Thomas was talking cheerfully to their mother, trying to lighten the mood. She couldn't quite make out his words, as she stared at her mother laying in the small hospital bed.

She almost did not recognize the women that laid before her. She looked frail and almost breakable. She could not have weighed more than 90 pounds, and her whole body seemed to shake. Her hair was thin, and her skin was extremely pale. She was so thin, you could see all of her bones. Felicity stared at her in disbelief. She would never understand how a person could do this to themselves.

It was roughly five minutes, before she caught her moms tired eyes. She froze in her spot, her breath catching in her throat. Time seemed to stand still, as the entire room fell silent.

“Felicity... Is that you?” Her mom croaked in a raspy voice.

[girl-of-a-thousand-universes]

In the Deep End.

A/N: I was on holiday when I got the idea for this. First time writing and posting so criticism welcome but be gentle.

Gif not my own.

As we swing round the corner the dimly lit motel sign comes back into view. The lights flicker on and off repeatedly accompanied by the faint electronic buz. Granted it's trying to look like a reputable place and with only two of the letters broken completely it's already miles ahead than some of our previous stays.

As the engine of the Chevy chunders to a stop I fish for my room key from my inside jacket pocket. While this would seem like the best place to keep it I was quickly proven wrong when the I was thrown across a caban only a few hours earlier, landing gracefully on my face causing the hard metal to briefly stab against my chest. All things aside it's safe to say we all came away with worse injuries then a small key jab.

Vampires it would seem, don't take too well to Dean's Twilight jokes, even if they are about 4 years too late. Speaking of Dean is the one to finally break the comfortable silence.

"Right, I'm off to grab some food and beer. Either of you want anything?" Thankfully we took liberties of changing before we set off from the hunt. Sitting in a car for two hours covered in mud, blood and sweat is never fun.

I shake my head " No thanks, still got my supply from our last run" Sam also shakes his is and pat's his brother twice on the shoulder.

"Thanks Dean but I'm good"

As we both make our way out of the car Dean pokes his head over the passenger seat. "Fine but don't think you can come crawling back when you get hungry." The grin across his face is playful although we all know there is a hint of truth behind the statement. With a quick wave goodbye Sam and I make our way to our separate rooms. Sam always been the gentleman takes me right up to my door despite the fact we are only two rooms apartment. Still he insists apon it. Not that you would expect any less from him it's only in his nature to take care of others first and himself second.

I turn around once inside my door and I can see him quickly scanning the room behind. I slowly step backwards, switching the lights on as a go. Once in the middle of the room I do a rather dramatic 180. With my hands outstretched beside me."See Sammy, no monsters." I pick up my bed covers and check underneath just to wind him up a little. "They must have got the memo that we have clocked off for the night. Now please go and please go to bed you haven't slept in days"

With a gental sigh and a quick smile he accepts the order. "Okay Lucy, but if you need anything you know where to find me" He takes one final sweep of the room before he makes his way down to his own. I keep my door open until I hear the locks click on his and shutting it I make my way to the window at the far side. Glancing down I can see nothing but the empty fields behind however a faint blue glow right down in the corner catches my eye. Shifting again so I have a better view I spot something that you wouldn't expect in a place like this. A dimly lit pool sat in the corner surrounded by hedging and discarded toys and floats. Due to it now being well into the early morning it was empty and I couldn't help but admire the calmness of the water. Baths are a luxury as it is but a swimming pool now that was gold when living life on the road.

I put my childish urges to bed along with myself, kicking my boots and clothes off as I went. Sitting my phone down to charge I wrapped myself into the covers and drifted off to sleep.

Or at least I tried. Whether it was my come down from the hunt or the lure of the pool my usual always sleepy self just couldn't settle. An hour past and Dean had already made his way back and by the snoring next door I could only guess that the food and the beer had gone amis for the night. Letting my curiosity get the better of me I scramble out of bed and putting my clothes on I make my way out of the room. Not forgetting my phone and gun of course. I'm curious not an idiot.

I make my way to the pool.Passing the sleeping attendent in the office and climbing over the rather pathetic gate I check the area before kneeling down next to the water. Surprisingly it was warm and as if all my tiredness and aches from the fight before hit me all at once all I wanted to do was drive in. So I did.

My clothes were once more disposed of and with only my underwear I sank into the water. I took my time slowly swimming up and down the small pool allowing the water to massage away any stress that remained. Time passed and I propped my back up against the edge next to where my phone and gun sat and rested my head back.

The moment was very quickly interrupted however when I heard the rattling of the metal fence that I vaulted over previously and heavy foot steps coming my way. Turning around I grab my gun but before I can make my way out of the water a tall broad shadow comes into view.

"Don't shoot. Don't shoot!" A panicked whisper echoes around the water. Recognizing his voice I lower my gun.

"Sam what are you doing sneaking up on me like that!"

"I know, I know I'm sorry. I heard footsteps past my room before and then you didn't answer you phone so I got worried and erm.." his eyes glaced down into the water and an awkward cough escaped him .." so I thought I'd make sure you were alright...Didn't expect you to be here of all places" he smiled clearly amused by my adventure.

I blushed suddenly aware of my own state of undress and how silly this looked. Deciding to put my embaressment aside I go for a playful approach. Kicking my feet of the edge of the pool I swim backwards keeping my eyes fixed to Sam. "I personally don't see what wrong with this." I gesture underneath the water. "We never get to just relax and it's warm and peaceful..makes a nice change don't ya think?" I tilt my head above the water and his head mimics mine clearly trying to figure out where I'm going with this.

"Sure, but.."

"So come on then." I interject making my way towards him now. "What you waiting for Sammy? Clearly you can't sleep either and it's not hurting anyone"

He breathes out a short laugh before taking a step back as I now reach the edge. "No way. Definitely not" Unfortunately for him I have other plans. Before he can take another step back I push myself up and out of the pool to grab his hand. Using my feet on the edge and all my strength I pull him forward and we both go tumbling under the water.

I push myself above the surface and come face to face with Sam. His long brown hair is now limp and clinging to his face and he is puffing air trying to catch his breath after my assault. He steadies his breathing and brushes his hair from his eyes which travel to meet mine. I stop paddling in the water and wait for his reaction only a second goes past but I can already feel the guilt building up. I open my mouth to apologise but before any noise can escape I am met with a wave of water over my face.

I recover from the shock and a smile spreads across our faces and we both begin to laugh. Moments like this a rare, where even for a short while you feel genuinely happy. Too many people get hurt or lost on this job and the constant battling can take its toll. So we stay. Two grown adults playing like toddlers in a pool. Swimming and splashing keeping our laugh and taunts muted as to not get caught. Little water pistols that were discarded by their previous owners are now our primary weapons as we stalking each other round the pool. For a tactical advantage Sam's flannel over shirt and boots have now been discarded and while he is distracted by placing his last shoe down on the side I decide to go in for the kill. I take leap forward getting ready to squirt the gun at his face when I lose my footing causing me to go over my ankle head first into the water. Breathing in from the pain that twinged from my foot I take in a gulp of water as I surge under.

I don't have long to gather my thoughts as a feel Sam's arms wrap around my hoisting me above the water. He holds me to him as I cough and splitter intake of water. When I regain my breath he loosens his grip but doesn't fully release me. He looks down at me with his eyes full of concern. " You okay Lucy?" His voice his soft and low and with the close proximity I can barely hear it over my heart beat.

I look over the younger brothers face. You can't deny that Sam Winchester is not gorgeous as much as I have personally tried too. Everyone knows that getting involved with the Winchesters on a professional level was bad but personal? Let's just say Sam ex track record has a reputation.

Still over the past weeks and even months you have felt your resolve slip. The little walks to your room, patching him up after a fight, helping him on supply runs, goofing around even just seeing that smile of his started to break down your walls.Your mind was racing and subconsciously your body edged closer to him. You needed to tell him how you felt as it all became very real very quickly.

But before you could piece together a coherent thought Sam dipped his down and placed a whisper of a kiss on your lips. He pulled back just as fast as it had happened and your mind was still. Without a moments hesitation you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him back to you while also tangling your legs around his waist. Your kiss was not as ginger as his. It was hot and hungry. All your pent up feeling came bursting out at once and you yearned for more. Thankfully he obliged, spinning you both round so that you were trapped between the pools edge and his strong body.

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Please let me know what you think. I know it's choppy but wanting to set into writing but I know it needs work.

[gotmudonyou]

OCR World Championships 2018 Report

When I heard that this years OCR World Championships would be held on home soil I had conflicting emotions. On the one hand it was great that I wouldn't have to shell out a lot of money to fly abroad again but on the other hand I was worried that it wouldn't have the magic that the event village in Canada had. I guess not having jet-lag would also be a plus.

Lets rewind to last year though. In Canada I had lost my band on the 3K and kept it for the 15k and team races. Analysing my performance it was clear that my obstacle game had to improve. Why had I lost my band at the rig in the 3k? Inexperience in a major race and specifically on rigs was clearly a big factor. But my mental game was clearly at fault as well. When running at full pelt on a short and fast course I was blowing too hard to be focussed coming into a technical obstacle. I also knew that although I had kept my band on the 15k I could have pushed harder during the race (although had I pushed harder would my obstacle game have suffered and maybe not kept my band?).

In the lead up to Canada I was on about 30-35kms of running a week. I wanted to up that so I signed up for a Marathon in April. This turned out to be a really bad idea. Reaching around 30kms in a training run I suddenly had knee pain that stopped me in my tracks. Diagnosis? Patella Tendonitis. Severely reduced mileage, strengthening exercises and a complete deconstruction and re-build of my running form. The reduced mileage was bad enough but the new way of running was tiring and made me long for the days I would just run without thinking whether I was overstriding or lifting my knees high enough.

Finally at the point of getting on top of the Patella Tendonitis I was looking forward to getting back to training hard. My body had other ideas. It saw my Patella Tendonitis and raised me ITB pain. I won’t bore you with my months of recovery but suffice to say it was not fun. My physio warned me against increasing mileage too fast as ITB issues are prone to coming back. So coming into the World Championships I had run a maximum of 11kms in one go since April. Not the best prep. 

Thankfully I had also signed up to a training programme held at the PT Barn. The Road to Worlds training programme was run by 3 fantastic coaches who each brought a differing skill set to the coaching. The course focussed on every aspect of OCR training that a racer needs to be successful in OCR. This included specific obstacle technique, skills and strength analysis, race preparation and race strategy. It taught me how to asses a race down to the finest detail. It also helped me to identify mental traps that had hampered my racing in the past. So whilst my race endurance was nowhere near where I had wanted it to be, my obstacle strength and performance as well as my mental game were better than ever. On the advice of the coaches I had also added an OCR Specific workout to my weekly regime, my hope was that this specific training would partially offset my lack of mileage. I have to admit I got some funny looks from the neighbours running out of my garden every 10 mins and doing a lap of the area with a sandbag on my shoulders! So...back to this year’s race....

This year’s race was held on the permanent site of the award winning Nuclear Races. The course was billed as packing in 100 obstacles over 15kms. 

Ok so it wasn't really 100 obstacles. 6 of them were a continuous wreckbag  carry and many obstacles listed were logs, trenches or streams. In any case, this was going to be very different from last year’s race which was up and down a ski slope with not much mud and no water obstacles. This race was going to be pretty flat with lots of mud and a fair amount of water including a full submersion.

3km Short Course

Due to my lack of mileage in training all year I knew that there was no way I would be able to keep up a decent pace for the 15km course so decided the 3km was many target race. The plan was to go all out and I said to myself if I didn’t cross the line exhausted then I hadn’t gone hard enough. I’d ‘pre-rigged’ the course the day before so I knew all the obstacles and had decided on my techniques through the rigs. I’d decided which attachments to use and which to miss out. This is something that the Road to Worlds course stressed. Just because an attachment (such as a ball, nunchuck or rope) is there it doesnt mean you have to use it. I saw so many racers out there using small and tricky attachments on a rig just because they thought they should.

Stood on the start line they had replaced Coach Pain with the MC from the UK Spartan series, Spartan Phil. Ok so he’d replaced his spartan helmet with a cap so I guess he was just regular Phil. As much as I’d loved  Coach Pain’s rousing start line speeches it was probably wise to use a more UK friendly style for this race.

The MC counted down..3....2...1....GO!! As it was a short course the pack went off at a fast pace. We were straight into some ditches which immediately got my heart rate through the roof. Next it was a crawl under barbed wire and then into a Wreckbag (sandbag) carry and then a crawl with the sandbag. This was a crazy way to start a race and didn’t allow you to settle into any kind of pace. I was thankful that I’d done a decent warm up so I felt able to push on. Then it was straight into 3 rigs back to back. First up was the platinum rig. Having done my prep I knew that I wanted to miss out a few attachments which made it a simple rig of rings and monkey bars. My heart rate was high which might have made me rush things in the past, but not now. I flew through but with barely 30 seconds of running I was at the next rig. This rig, named Varjagen Saga had been brought over by Strong Viking, a European race series. It consisted of 3 parts each with various things to hang and swing from. Through my prep I knew the technique to use for each section and flew through to hit the bell.

Varjagen Saga

With hardly any time to regain my breath I was hit with another grip strength sapping rig. The Force 5 Rig was something I’d never seen before in person. However having watched videos of the North American Championships I had a feel for how to approach the rig. All of the attachments swung from front to back, which made it easier to reach the next attachment. This rig was also housed by part of the huge event tent (it was massive!) which was cool and meant there were loads of spectators cheering on the racers. Surprisingly I got through it first time.

After a couple of jumping type obstacles I approach the Ninja Rings. This was a traverse where you had to get to the other side using plastic rings that you held in your hands and moved from bar to bar. I’d been practicing this on my home rig for months so I was ready and flew across.

After this followed some squats under bars whilst carrying a log, a quarter pipe and another hanging obstacle called Trapeze. I then arrived at a new obstacle called Skitch. The aim was to traverse to the end of a hanging bar using hooks that you held in each hand. The tricky part was that you had to lift both hooks across a chain attached to the middle of the bar. This was a difficult obstacle and many struggled (even some pros). As part of my training I had some hooks fabricated for me and I mocked up a version and practiced at home. This paid off as I nailed it first time.

Skitch

Now I just had 3 obstacles to go! First up was a bomb carry, which was exactly what you think is. A metal bomb that you had to carry in your arms but not on your shoulders. The bomb had a moving weight inside so if you carried it at an angle all the weight shifted to one side. This obstacle in itself was fine but it tired your arms and grip out enough to make the penultimate obstacle that much harder.

The penultimate obstacle was the wonderfully named Skull Valley. I’d conquered this obstacle in Canada so was confident I could do so again. Thankfully I had just enough grip left to get through.

Skull Valley

The final obstacle was a giant slip wall to get over. Thankfully the ropes were a little lower than in Canada so this was no problem (it got tougher on subsequent days due to the mud).

Crossing the line in 65th place out of 202 in my age group I was in the top 32%. I was happy with my obstacle performance and effort. Band kept, but this was just race 1 of 3.....

15km Standard Course

The 15km race was going to be a different beast. As I said, I hadn’t run more than 11kms since April so a tough 15kms Obstacle race was going to be a test of my fitness. The race set off at a less frantic pace and after the ditches we were treated to a nice long Wreckbag carry through the forest. The carry involved ducking under and going over beams. Being short means ducking under beams was nice and easy but going over them not so much!

Wreckbag Carry

After another carry and some other minor obstacles I hit the Nuclear monkey bars, thankfully just the short section. After this came possibly the worst part, around 5 sets of cargo nets to crawl under. I hated these, they were quite tight and you had to crawl on your hands and knees. I’m pretty sure this was responsible for the scrape on my knee.

About 5kms in and after a zip line we got into some proper mud. I mean the kind of mud you have to crawl through. Thankfully I then got completely soaked by the deathslide which cleaned the mud off. Whilst obstacles such as zip lines and deathslides are fun I’m not sure they have a place in a World Championship race. Saying that many racers I ran past told me they loved the zip line. So what do I know.

I was looking forward to the low rig having trained specifically for this type of obstacle. So I was a bit disappointed to find it was simply two bars with a ring in between. Boring! Oh well. Shortly after this came Stairway to Heaven, an A frame with horizontal planks which you had to climb and ascend on the inside with only your arms. This was only the third time I’d ever attempted this obstacle. The first time was Canada last year and the second at a Road to Worlds training session. It was at this point that I caught up with my wife Jo who had set off in the wave before me. After a quick hug and checking how she was getting on I quickly ascended and descended the stairway without much thought (I think you can overthink this one easily). I found out later that Jo managed to get to the top of Stairway but was unable to make the transition. This was the furthest she had ever got on this obstacle so she was really happy with her progress.

The race used a lot of the permanent obstacles on the Nuclear site but added a number of World Championships specific obstacles as well as obstacles from other races. After a section of Nuclear obstacles I was back in the event village and the gauntlet of rigs. The Platinum rig had been changed up from the previous day and was marginally more complex. Yet again though there were attachments that I had no intention of touching. It now started with 2 rings followed by a T-bar. There was no way of skipping the T-bar so I decided to grab it with a couple of fingers either side and effectively treat it as a ring. A rope, some monkey bars and a couple of rings and I was through. I sailed through Varjagen Saga again and was actually starting to enjoy the flow of this obstacle. It was then on to the Force 5 rig. Although I’d smashed this obstacle the day before I was getting tired. I wasn’t focussed and therefore fell off the middle wheel and had to go back to the retry lane. I knew my grip was still ok so decided to take 5 minutes and regain my focus. I took the time to clean the mud off my hands and managed to fly through. Phew!

Weaver & Force 5 Rig

After this it was back into the forest and a rope traverse over water. Now I hadn’t seen a rope traverse in a race since the UK Championships back in 2016. For some reason I had a feeling we’d see one so I’d been down to Mad Mike’s, my local training centre, to practice. Theres also no better impetus to hold on than the threat of dropping into cold water. So hold on I did.

With around 4kms left I could feel my lack of mileage in training starting to tell. I was slowing and could feel my legs tiring. I took in another gel and pushed on.

Bomb Carry

Nailing Skitch and battling through the bomb carry I was faced with Skull Valley for the second time in 2 days. Having had no problem with this on the 3K I was surprised to feel my grip failing before the second set of skulls. As I reached for the first skull my hand slipped. For a moment I felt doubt creeping in. I’d trained my grip endurance and to feel weakness was disheartening. But I reckoned that I just needed a quick rest to let me recover. When I slipped off I also ripped some skin off my hand. This was bad news as I now had a red raw section of skin where I would need to hold the skulls. Arse. But wait...ripped hands were always going to be potential risk at such an obstacle heavy course. If only I had put something in my pocket for such an eventuality. As my coach Scotty PT says, ‘fail to prepare and prepare to fail’. I’d prepared for every other element so of course I was ready! I’d thankfully packed some WOD & Done hand protectors. These are sticky strips that go over your fingers and protect your palms. I carefully applied the strip to my right hand and took some deep breaths. Arriving at Skull Valley I’d met Team UK honorary captain Stuart Neail and he was having to retry as well. We were both taking our time and ensuring we were recovered enough before taking a second go. This was an obstacle that most racers could probably complete when fresh but after 15kms and 100 (ish) obstacles it suddenly felt a lot harder. Seeing Stuart get through I knew it was my time. It was now or never. I flew through the first set of skulls and onto the swinging monkey bars. The tricky bit is the transition from the monkey bars back up to the second set of skulls. Thankfully I nailed that and as soon as I started swinging I could feel that the rest had the desired effect as my grip felt solid yet again. I was so happy to hit that bell!

The final obstacle was again the slip wall. This time things were made a bit harder by mud caking the wall and ropes. Scrambling over the top and running over the finish line I was thrilled to have kept my band again. I definitely had to work for it towards the end of the race.

Team Race

I ran the team race with 2 fellow Road 2 Worlds members, Leanne and Claire. Like last year the team event was divided into 3 sections, Speed, Strength and Technical. However this year the sections were much more even in the length of the sections plus there were some team obstacles that we had to complete together. I was on technical again although I was feeling pretty beat up by now as the 15k had taken it out of me. Before the race I realised I wasn’t at all focussed so a I was hoping a coffee and a caffeine gel would wake me up.

I didn’t really do much of a warm up as I was standing around for nearly an hour waiting for my team mates to complete their legs. Finally I saw Leanne coming up the hill and after completing her last carry she handed over to me and I was straight into the Platinum rig. My arms being tired from 2 days of racing I made sure to go two handed on rings when possible and make sure I landed each hand where it needed to be. I could hear coach Tony Leary shouting ‘make it safe Fabian, make it safe!’. It was then straight into Varjagen Saga and again I sailed through this obstacle.

It was then on to the Force 5 rig. I lost concentration at the last moment and doing an Appleton (sorry James) I missed the bell by millimetres. Back to the retry lane for me. Fatigue was definitely the main reason that I missed the bell but I think I let the initial failure the day before get in my head a bit. After a few minutes of recovery and some encouragement from another Road to Worlds member Jonathan I had a second attempt and nailed it.

It was then on to the Dragon’s back, Ninja Rings and Weaver. The final obstacle of my technical leg was Skitch. Noticing that my WOD & Done hand protectors weren’t that grippy against metal I tore most of them off to ensure I had the best grip. My grip was fine thankfully and I hit the bell and ran down to tag my team mates for the final section of the race. I have to say that by this point my arms were burning!

The final section included 3 team obstacles. The first was transporting 2 atlas stones on a metal gurney. Leanne and Claire carried the gurney whilst I steadied the stones and ensured they didn’t fall off.

Next was a rope climb over a metal A frame. We all had to go over the same rope but could help each other. Claire wasn’t keen on this at being afraid of heights. Leanne waited at the top in case she needed help but Claire was amazing, faced her fears and conquered the obstacle.

It was then on to the final Slip Wall. This time there were no ropes! We had a plan which was to form a human ladder. I went at the bottom, Leanne climbed on my shoulders and Claire then climbed up both of us to the top. Claire then helped pull Leanne up. Leanne then hung down whilst I ran up and grabbed her leg to reach the rope. We were over! Crossing the finish line with your team is an awesome feeling and we were all buzzing after the race.

So 3 races and 3 bands kept. That’s one more than last year so I guess that’s progress. I had hoped to be a bit more competitive this year but that wasn’t to be. I was really happy with my performance on the 3k and I reckon if I can get back to the kind of mileage I was at last year coupled with the functional OCR workouts I’ve been doing this year I can get a lot quicker. My obstacle game is streets ahead of where it was last year as is my grip endurance. So speed and running endurance is my focus now.

So as I said I was concerned that having the Championships in the UK it wouldn’t match the heights of Canada. I really shouldn’t have worried. The race village was great and from a spectator point of view there were a lot of obstalces to view. I thought the course was well designed and challenging. Yes there was more mud than some competitors were comfortable with but this was a good representation of what UK OCR is about. We were also ridiculously lucky with the weather. It was around 16ºC for the first 2 days and by the Sunday I was lying around in a t-shirt with a high of 20ºC! Madness for October. A week later it dropped to 5ºC so we were very lucky. Also had it rained instead of hanging around spectators would have had to huddle under the tent or go back to their hotels. But it didn’t rain, so it was glorious.

Special mention needs to go to Tom Nash, Stuart Neail and the many others who have worked to make Team UK a unified team. Having the team kitted out in Team UK racing tops, jackets and shorts was a wonderful sight and made it easy to support our fellow countrymen on the course. I have to say that the support for Team UK out on the course was amazing. Not only that but the support I received from fellow Road to Worlds members was incredible. Hardly 10 mins would go by without hearing a ‘Go Team UK’ or ‘Go on Fabian!’ It was wonderful and nearly made me a bit emotional at one point. No crying for me this year though. Just lots of smiles. What a weekend! 🇬🇧

Oh I also took loads of photos over the weekend, feel free to check them out here!