#THREE FICS TONIGHT LETS GOOOO
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Minder
Pairing: Nick Sturniolo X Female Reader, this is a friendship fic that includes Chris and Matt, so it’s all of them, but I love this being under Nick💅🏽
Synopsis: A night out at the club ends in some interesting events🩸
Warnings⚠️: None really, there’s just some fighting that happens, the mention of blood and bruises🫢
Song of the imagine: Naughty Girl- Beyoncé
Minder
Noun
A persons whose job it is to look after someone or something
I had let Madi and Nick talk me into going clubbing with them. I was telling them how I’ve been feeling so ugly and bleh lately, and they told me the best remedy for that is to go out and dance on hot guys and make out with random men in a club
At first it took me some convincing
“I’m not too sure guys, that’s not really my vibe” I said, getting a little anxious. I hated anything pertaining to clubs or parties, or anything loud and crowded
“Come onnnn it’s going to be so much fun” Madi said
“I don’t know I just get anxiety going to crowded places, especially as two girls and a gay man, that’s crazy” I told them
“I’ll get Chris and Matt to come with us” Nick said non chalantly
“I don’t know guys” I said looking down
“PLEASEEEE you can get all hot, and you’ll have the three of us protecting you guys” Nick said
And finally I agreed. That was a few days ago, and now it was a Saturday night, and we were all getting ready
Madi wore a black strapless dress with cutouts all over it and black heels
Nick wore a blue button down with the buttons slightly undone with white pants and white air forces
Chris wore a black shirt with black jeans and his timbs with his Yankees fitted hat
Matt wore a denim zip up jacket with a white shirt under and denim jeans the same color as his zip up jacket
I was in the room with Madi when I started to feel really self conscious about my outfit. Madi convinced me to dress super slutty with her, so we could get in for free and make out with hot guys.
“Madi, I don't know how I feel. I fell super over dressed” I said looking in the mirror
“Y/N look at my outfit! You can see every ounce of my skin” she said laughing. Which was true, but Madi and I had different bodies
“I don’t know Madi” I said still looking in the bathroom mirror
“Just come out let me see” she said sitting on Nicks bed waiting for me to come out
I decided to bite the bullet and walk out. Her jaw immediately dropped
I had a dark red latex dress on that HUGGED EVERYTHING. My boobs practically spilling out the top. If i bed over my ass is def out as it was barely mid thigh length. I had the same pair of black heels on as Madi
“Y/N you look SO FUCKING GOOD LIKE SO GOOD” she said smiling at me
“I don’t know Madi….. I feel exposed” I said trying to hide myself
“Y/N you are so beautiful, and your body is bangin! Just let loose, and let’s just have fun” she said
“You know what! Okay fine yes let’s go” I said grabbing my purse
She walked ahead of me as we walked down the stairs. She practically ran down the stairs
“GUYS WAIT TILL YOU SEE Y/N” she said clapping her hands together. I had came down the stairs and walked to the kitchen
“WOAHHHHHH” Nick said genuinely shocked
“You look so good” Chris said
“I’m afraid I’m going to have to say you’re HOT” Matt said pretending like he burned himself touching me
“Thank you guys” I said shyly
“Alright bitches let’s goooo” Nick said
“And don’t worry girls tonight’s about you guys having fun we’ll stand guard protecting you” Chris said wrapping his arms over both Madi and I’s shoulders
Matt had driven us downtown to where all the best clubs were at. He parked in one of the valet parking lots so we could walk to one of the clubs
The three boys had walked behind us allowing Madi and I to be 4 feet ahead. As we were walking out the parking lot every single guy was looking at Madi and I
As I was walking with Madi we had passed by two guys checking us out
“Yo girl in the red dress, your ass is FAT” one of them said as I walked by. I turned around after that looking at the three boys, and they all had looked back at the guy giving him a dirty look
“SEE Y/N I told you you were so hot in that dress” Madi said smacking my ass
“STOPPP” I said laughing
As we were heading to one of the clubs a guy tried to stop me
“Yo ma! Come on give me a chance” he said as I kept walking by him
“She’s good” Chris said giving him a dirty look
“Oh sorry man I didn’t mean to hit on your girl” he said backing down
By this point we had gotten to a club that was having a Y2K night, we all got on line waiting to be let in
When we got to the front of the line the girl had stopped us
“Alright hot girls are $5, but yall can get in for free” she said winking at Madi and I, but she stopped the boys charging them each 15$
After they paid we all got in and stood close together looking for an area to sit in.
We had finally found a clear table at the back of the club that the boys had decided to sit at to our stuff while we danced
As Matt and Chris sat down taking Madi and I’s bag
Move, Shake, Drop started blasting
“OHHHHHH we’re dancing to this” Nick said grabbing Madi and Is hands to drag us to the dance floor
The three of us went to the dance floor and started dancing all on each other grinding all up on one another. Laughing and truly enjoying ourselves.
After we danced we went back to the table and ordered some water. As we were drinking our water Naughty Girl by Beyoncé started playing
“I have to dance to this” I said jumping up
Matt decided he wanted to dance with me, so we went to the dance floor and started dancing together also grinding up against each other and just feeling the music
“Alright ima swap out with Nick” he said after dancing for like 2 minutes
“Awww okay” I said still swaying my hips
Nick came running over with Madi and once again we all started dancing on each other, and soon the song changed into Culo by Pitbull
“OHHHHHHHH” the three of us screaming and our grinding turned into ass shaking
We all started screaming the lyrics “Está tan linda, está tan rica y tiene tremendo CULO!”
Nick was really feeling this song because the way he was dancing was making Madi and I die laughing
After that song ended we went back to the table to take another break
“Guys this is so much fun I’m so glad yall brought me” I said taking a sip of my water
“Oh my goshhhh I’m so glad you’re enjoying yourself” Madi said
“Yessss who would’ve thought shaking your ass makes you feel so happy” I said laughing
After about 10 minutes my favorite dembow song started playing Curazao by El Alfa
“NOOOO I HAVE TO DANCE TO THIS” I said jumping out my seat
“Oh girl idk how to dance to this beat” Nick said laughing
“Fine I’ll go alone, just keep an eye on me” I told them and they all nodded their head
I ran to the dance floor and immediately started jumping around and dancing with the surrounding people. One girl started shaking her ass and I started to cheer her on
“YESSSS BITCHHHH” I started screaming, smacking her ass. She got up and started laughing with me clearly very drunk
“Shake your ass bitch!!” She said cheering me on
I decided to start shaking my ass, and then she started shaking her ass, and slowly a circled opened up around us, and we just stood there shaking our ass
People were cheering us on and throwing money at us, and all we could do was laugh and dance on each other, and shake our ass
“OMG LOOK AT Y/N” Madi said getting her phone out to record
The three boys eyes went to the dance floor seeing Y/N and this random girl shaking their ass as everyone threw money at them and cheered them out
“YESS BITCH” Nick started yelling as he got up to get a better view
Right as the song was ending the girl and I decided to stop dancing and she gave me a hug, and kiss on the cheek. We laughed about this, and I started walking back to the table
“Who would’ve thought you had that in you” Chris said actually shocked
“I haven’t shook my ass like that in so long I’m shocked I even survived” I said out of breath
“You was fucking it up” Madi said clapping at me
All of a sudden this guy from my ride side started to get a little too close
“Excuse me” I said as he was practically on top of me
“You’re excused pretty lady” he said in a very very drunk manner
“Yeah back up” I said to him kind of pushing him
“You looked really good out there” he said eyeing me up and down
“Get the fuck away” Nick all of a sudden yelled from behind me
The drunk guy was ignoring Nick and continuing to try and speak to me
“Can you go away like what the fuck” I said putting my hands in his face and getting loud with him
“Yo! Back off” Chris said now sitting up getting close to the edge of the table
The guy then grabbed my face “you’re gorgeous when you smile, keep a smile on that face” I pulled my head back from his hand and immediately smacked him across the face. After my hand connected with his face the three boys and Madi were more alert
It’s like the smack woke him up because he went to hit me back. But Nick came up from behind me and clocked him right in his face. That sent him stumbling back, but not enough to knock him down
The guy came back and shoved me backwards. Immediately Chris and Matt got up. Chris charged at the guy and landed a hit to his eye. All of a sudden I see a fist flying over me and Matt’s fist just connected with the guy's jaw. This fucker still wasn’t going down.
The guys started throwing punches, and I felt Madi pull me back away from the fight. When I finally get a good look it’s Chris, Matt and Nick fighting the one guy who touched me. When all of a sudden two other guys came to help the guy. Now it just became a big brawl and all I kept see was fists flying, and Chris Matt and Nick cursing at the guys while wailing on them
Chris had the main guy in a choke hold, Matt was standing over the second guy with his shirt in his collar just cracking him non stop, and Nick was on a table with the guy on top of him, but Nick was just non stop punching him
Within 30 more seconds a whole team of security had separated them and grabbed us and kicked us out the club
“YEAHHHH FUCKING PUSSIES” Chris started screaming at the men as they started walking the other direction
“PUT YOUR HANDS ON ANOTHER WOMAN PUSSY” Matt was screaming
“Alright guys let’s go” Madi and I said grabbing the boys
“Holy shit” I said looking at the three boys
Chris had a busted lip, Matt had a split eyebrow and Nick's eye socket was starting to bruise and his lip was also busted. All they’re knuckles were bloody, and for sure going to be bruised
“You guys were fucking them upppp” Madi said laughing all geeked
“Tuh like you don’t put your hands on a woman and expect to not get your ass beat” Matt said wiping the blood off his eyebrow
“Nick I watched that first fist connect, and I swear it was like out of a movie” I said as we walked to the parking lot
“I honestly blacked out I just swung” he said spitting blood from his mouth
“And then all of a sudden there were fists everywhere” I said
“Yo he pushed you, and Matt and I jumped up and just started wailing on that motherfucker” Chris said
“I was watching in awe” Madi said. “i was like what the fuck is happening” she said mind blown
“Had Nick not swung, he would’ve cracked my shit” I said laughing
“I would’ve fucking killed him” Nick said
“I really thought he was about to peel my wig back” I said dying of laughter
“I promise you I would’ve fucking kilt him” Chris said
“I’m so thankful for you Nick cause you really saved me” I said giving him a side hug as we walked
“I love you so much I just immediately knew I had to protect you” he said hugging me back
“Awwwww NICKKKKK” Madi said pretending to cry
“Had anyone touched either of you? I would’ve beat their asses” Nick said also grabbing Madi to hug her as we walked
“At one point when it became that big brawl Chris was stomping on one of the guys with his timbs” Matt said looking at us
“Yooo these timbs come in handy I was stomping the yard on his ass” Chris said laughing
We were all dying of laughter, and by this point we had got to the parking lot, and walked to the car
“Are you okay to drive?” i asked Matt
“Yeah I’m good he just got my eyebrow” he said giving me a reassuring smile
“Uhhh our knights in shining armor. We have to patch you up when we get home” I told them
When we finally got home we alls showered, and Madi and I tended to their cuts and knuckles
And the rest of the night we were laughing at the retelling of the story, and how Chris was stomping the guy out in his timbs
“I love you guys so much” I said laughing while holding my stomach
“We love too” Nick said
The End
I really enjoyed writing this, and I hope it gets more likes than my first Nick imagine. I love Nick so idk why no one likes his story😭😭😭 but anywhooo any requests???😗😗
-J💅🏽
#sturniolo triplets#sturniolo#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo x reader#sturniolo triplets imagines#nick sturniolo#nick sturniolo imagine#Spotify
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"Wrath Akin To A God." Poly!DanBert X GN! Reader.
Okay! Here we are again! Another entry into Multi-May and this time it is Poly!DanBert! But not just ANY Poly!DanBert, mind you! This is for @applesontheground or Riri! She has this amazing fic called Your Own Prometheus, I am totally so into this fic, it is fucking amazing and I adore it so this fic is compliant with that, to the best of my ability anyway! Also Riri just graduated college and so this is a grad gift on top of that! So proud of you babe, seriously! Hope you all enjoy it too! Let’s goooo.
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Rating. Explicit. Rating. 1.7K. Herbert West And Daniel Cain X GN! Reader.They/Them Pronouns. No Parts Specified. Poly!DanBert. Your Own Prometheus Verse. Warnings: Established Relationship. Violence. Gore. Blood. Assault. FIght. Struggle. Experimentation. Choking. Fighting. Reader And Herbert Are MEAN To Each Other. ManHandling. Semi-Bondage. Edging. Denial. Needy Reader. Desperation. Begging. Implied Threesome.
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You thought you knew what you had been getting into when agreeing to help Dan and Herbert with their shared work and experiments. True, you have had some evenings of progress and minimal issues and those nights make you feel confident and like you know just what is going on, what to expect but then there are nights like this one, where every single fucking thing that could go wrong, did. Nights like this smack you upside the head and remind you mockingly while you are sprawled on the ground that no, you don’t know shit.
At first it was almost funny, the first thing that went wrong was you realised you’d put your scrub shirt on backwards, an action that was quickly corrected with a laugh and a shake of your head, no harm, no foul. After that you get into what you had begun to affectionately refer to as the “meat locker” and asked, what the plan was for that evening. It began with some note review, once Herbert was able to find the damn notes of course in the mess of paper that coated the table top, and tonight wasn’t going to be just theory it was going to be some real practice. A fresh body has been procured and that means thoughts can be put into action, ideas into hopeful reality.
When I say everything goes wrong, I do mean everything, from dropping instruments to missing veins over and over to the body spread out on the table getting up and attacking brutally, it was terrible. By the time said body was downed, mutilated, gutted, dead and harmless once again, the three of you were much worse off, blood splattered and heaving.
The only sound is that of your heavy breathing and blood dripping, you are the one to break the silence, an old tired joke to break the ice, “That went well.”
Dan exhaled amusedly, the back of his hand wiping over his forehead as he started to make a move to stand up. Herbert sighed as he stripped off his gloves and tossed them aside, the blue nitrile gloves proved to be no match for the torrent of scarlet, it paints the front of his scrub gown and has marked up the sleeves nearly to the elbows.
“No one’s hurt so bad they need stitches so I’d say tonight’s gone better than it has previously.” Dan offers up and Herbert’s mouth flattens into an unimpressed line as he is stripping off the bloody garment, his outfit underneath is relatively unscathed.
You start complaining, “That is all you gotta say after that mess Daniel? I mean that thing-” You gestured to the body near your feet, “-was choking Herbert out pretty aggressively and that hit you took to the face is definitely going to bruise.”
Speaking of, you strode over, hands out and you are touching Dan, cradling his face, turning it to get a better look at the mark already forming, “Are you alright?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll live.” You share a moment of eye contact and you know he is being genuine. Herbert’s voice cuts in, sounding annoyed that you weren’t checking in with him in the same fashion, “I’m fine too.”
You roll your eyes, “Yeah I dunno about that.”
Hands falling away from Dan you turn on your heel to look over across the room, “And what, pray tell, is that supposed to mean?”
“It means that anyone who keeps on subjecting himself and us to this regularly, clearly isn’t fine. This shit that keeps happening is all because of you and your grand ideas and that leaves me and Dan to clean up your mess-”
“Clean up MY mess?! As if I am the only one responsible?” He fires back and you assert, “Yes! I don’t know if you noticed but I am covered in blood right now because I managed to run the bastard through, while he was choking you out mind you, and save your sorry ass.”
Dan throws his hands up, stepping away, metaphorically washing his hands of the matter and leaving to allow you and Herbert to sort this out on your own. He was approaching you and you were moving in on him as the verbal throw down continued, “If I knew that it was going to be such an arduous chore for you I never would have let you help.”
You laugh, “And if I knew one, how stupid you could be when so focused on your ‘work’, and two, how utterly insane, uncaring and unthinking you could be, I’d never have agreed to assist!”
“You aren’t that good of an assistant.” His arms are crossed and you scoff, “With the nature of your work I don’t think you are allowed to be that picky Dr.West.” You say his name with an ample amount of venom.
“Again, I’m not holding a gun to your head, I’m not making you help.” He says and you almost want to back down, when Herbert was angry he could be terrifying but you stand your ground and you tell him, “Right, but if I am not here helping you then you’ll end up like one of these freakshow experiments of yours.”
“Oh so you really do care?” He mocks and you say, “Of course I fucking care! That is why I am so pissed off. You are just so blind! I can’t leave you alone or you’ll get yourself fucking killed but that doesn’t mean I can’t be stressed out or bitch about it.”
You stepped away, your back to him, now in front of the table the body used to be on at the start of the night, hands on the cool edge you say, “Sometimes I wish I were the one on the table. I think if that were the case I’d have a hell of a lot less problems.”
You don’t even hear him step up behind you, no, you feel him first. His hands meet your shoulders and he pushes you, half forcing you over the table, his body presses to yours. “You know, that could be arranged.”
The breath is stolen from your lungs, mind awash with curiosity, it grabs hold as you pour over every potential possibility of just what he could be meaning, and you ask, “What?”
“You could be the one on the table, if you truly wanted to be, maybe you should be, I think it could be good for you.”
A hard swallow, still unsure, you inquire, “You think?”
“I do, according to you I somehow, inexplicably, think too much or not enough.” One hand is on your hip and the other one is sliding up your body, coming to grip your throat, you can feel his lips ghosting the shell of your ear, goosebumps raise as he presses onward, “I think you don’t trust me enough and also, that you talk too much.”
“Who? Me?” You question and his hand squeezes your throat once before it slides to the back of your neck, he pushes hard, your body slams down onto the table, head turning, cheek to cold metal. “Yes. You. Constantly running your mouth, always scrutinising, judging, I’m sick of it. You are right, however, the subjects on this table don’t do much talking or thinking, maybe if we get you in a similar state you’ll be more compliant and agreeable.”
This had a certain appeal, unexpected, exciting, you throw one last question his way to drive home your point and push his buttons, “Think you are capable of such a feat Doctor?”
In a half hour Dan is coming back downstairs, much cleaner and hopeful that you and Herbert had worked out your petty squabbling. He doesn’t hear any yelling which is a good sign, his sneakers hit the bottom step and then the sound of you crying out reaches his ears. His first thought is you and Herbert attempting another experiment solo and it going awry, “Shit.”
He curses and moves forward quickly, the door is thrown open and he expects to see another scene similar to earlier, to see gore and a fight and true while there is still blood smeared and a struggle going on it wasn’t of the variety he was counting on. You are bent over the table, half undressed, Herbert’s belt around your neck, wrapped twist around his hand. Your form is sweat slick and your whole body is taut, Herbert’s hand that wasn’t currently holding the belt, was below your waist. You were a complete mess and Herbert looked far too composed, all things considered.
The sound of the door slamming open has you looking up at the source of the sound, you look like you could cry, you beg, sounding totally pathetically desperate, “Dannn, help me, please?”
He comes into the room properly and asks, “Herbert what are you doing to them?”
“Nothing bad, just trying to instill a little respect and discipline, Daniel.” He says it simply, his hand still working and Dan asks, “And you are doing that by?”
“Edging them until they can’t talk.” He said easily and the response came over the chorus of your needy moans, pleasure cresting again and Herbert’s hand stopping once more, you groaned in frustration. Dan’s eyebrows raised and he asked,“I thought we liked it when they talked?”
“Not when all they add to the proceedings are complaints.” The tone Herbert spoke in, directly into your ear made you shiver, eyes falling closed, a stirring of your hips, a silent plea for him to continue, something he obliges.
“Seems really mean Herb.” Dan says it but it doesn’t sound that serious, his eyes are roving over your body, you feel vulnerable and exposed, insanely turned on, “So you don’t want to join in? I have to say this experiment so far is proving to be quite fruitful.”
You hoped he would give in, that he would show mercy, so you implore him, “He-help, c’mon, Dan-”
Herbert mocked you with a sadistic grin, tugging on the belt, “Yeah, c’mon Dan, look how needy they are.”
It is true, you don’t think you have ever been needier, you are approaching the edge once more and Hebert rips his hand away, leaving you hanging on the edge and you sob, tears threaten to spill down your cheeks as you whine and how is he meant to resist you like this?
Dan knocked Herbert’s hand out of the way and he took over, his touch firm and right where you needed it, making you gasp out, “Tha-thank you”
“I gotta say, I’ll take this over you two fighting any day.”
#Poly!DanBert#YOP#Your Own Prometheus#Poly!DanBert x reader#slasher x reader#Multi-May#BHF writing#ENJOYYYY
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Fireworks
A fic because it's the ✨ 4th of July ✨ and I got inspired
As the night fell,the Megurine family became more and more exited. Tonight a nearby company was hosting a party to celebrate it's 50 year anniversary,and Meiko had heard from a few people that there were going to be fireworks. Fireworks weren't a common thing where the family lived,so everyone -especially Sakine- was exited.
'Come on! Let's goooo! Hurry up!'
She said as the rest of the family was taking their time getting ready.
'We're coming,Kiki,we're coming!'
Said Luka.
The rest of the family followed Sakine out onto the front lawn of their newly bought house.
'I'm so exited!!'
She squealed.
'Me,too!'
Said Kawane. She was obviously really hyped,sense Kawane tended to be rather quiet and timid.
The first firework shot into the air,before exploding in a loud pop,though the noise wasn't too bad.
'Wow!'
'Kawane,did you see that!?'
Another one
pop
'Wowwww! So cool!'
'They're like stars!'
'They're pretty,aren't they,Mei?'
'Hmm... Not as pretty as you~~'
'You're so cheesy...'
'Why thank you!'
More fireworks shot into the air,exploding into pretty shapes and colors.
Then they stopped.
'Hm? Is that it?'
Asked Sakine.
Luka and Meiko shared a glance,a bit confused.
SCREEEEEEEEEE
BANG!!
The loudest firework the family had ever heard exploded into the sky,several others following suit
BANG!!
BANG!!
BANG BANG!!
Kawane yelped and dropped to the ground,knees to her chest as she covered her ears.
Luka,made a startled noise,as well. She covered her ears and shrunk into herself.
BANG!!
BANG!!
Kawane and Luka both hated loud noises,and they had all forgotten how loud some fireworks can be...
Sakine knelt down by her sister,trying to comfort her.
Meiko put her hands over Luka's helping her block out the noise.
'Sakine,get your sister inside.'
Sakine nodded and helped Kawane up,leading her into the house,as Meiko guided Luka in as well.
Once inside,Kawane ran to her room and hid underneath the bed,Sakine went after her,laying on the floor by the bed,trying to coax her out from her hiding spot.
Meanwhile,Meiko was holding a startled Luka on the couch downstairs. She was trembling from the adrenaline rush,still covering her ears.
'I'm sorry,dear. I know you really wanted to see the fireworks,too...'
'They're so loud...'
'I know... This is my fault,I'm so sorry...'
'No,it's okay... You just wanted to spend some time with our family...'
Meiko kissed the top of her head.
'Are you feeling well enough to go check in on the children?'
'Yeah... I just needed a minute...'
Luka got off of Meiko's lap,Meiko got up,as well.
The couple walked upsairs to find their kids.
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'Kawa... Please come out,sis... It's okay...'
'No... It's too scary...'
'But you're safe in the house!'
'No.'
'Sis...'
Kawane heard the door open,and the voices of her mothers talking to Sakine,who got up,Luka taking her place on the floor.
'Hey,baby...'
Kawane didn't respond.
'I know you're scared. I got scared,too. But we're inside,you're safe. Besides,hiding under your bed isn't going to make the fireworks any less noisy... How about you come out,okay? I'll make sure you're protected,alright?'
Kawane started to inch closer to the edge of the bed.
'That's it,love. Come here...'
Kawane crawled out from underneath the bed and into Luka's arms.
'There you are,baby...'
'Mama... I-I wanted to watch the fireworks,but they're scary...'
'I know,it's disappointing,isn't it?'
'LuLu... I have an idea...'
'What is it,Pancakes?'
'All three of you,sit on the bed,okay? I'll be right back~'
Sakine sat on her sister's bed,Luka and Kawane following suit.
Meiko returned after a couple of minutes with a few small bowls of ice-cream. She handed one to each person,keeping one for herself. She turned off the lights,then hurried to open Kawane's curtains.
Outside,fireworks were exploding,the lights shining in the dark sky.
'Wow! I forgot that Kawa's window faced this way!'
Said Sakine
Luka and Meiko sat on the bed,while the kids knelt on the floor in front of the window,eating their ice-cream and watching the fireworks from inside the house,the bangs muffled by the windows.
Sakine and Kawane were excitedly pointing at different fireworks,amazed by the bright colors.
Luka leaned into Meiko's shoulder,as the couple looked out at the balls of light,giggling at their daughters as they marveled at the fireworks,the sky lightning up beautifully.
Sometimes life gave the family setbacks,but no matter what,they could get through them as long as they were all together.
(Sakine and Kawane are sitting on the floor they look like they're rlly small but they're on the floor in front of the bed lol)
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Y'all are in for a treat tonight.
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CONGRATULATIONS ON 1K!!! 🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽 You deserve it, your fics are amazing!
For a celebration fic, would you consider doing one with Pero Tovar? Maybe #86 from the sp list??? I could see that working with him… 😏☺️
Thank you so much bb! And thank you so much for this prompt, oh my gosh, it's been so long since I've written Pero 😩😍🥵
It’s Not Wrong
Pero Tovar x Female Reader
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Word Count: 3k
Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) small size kink, breeding kink if you squint, oral sex (f receiving), rough sex, vaginal sex, sex work, possessive Pero and fluffy Pero omg
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A/N: Pussy eating with Pero?? YES MA’AM!! As always our Latin kings speak Spanish during the spicy times and the fics come with the translations, let’s goooo
This serves as the Part Two of “I Will Show” (;
Also he looks so good in this gif god DAMN
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You find yourself tracing the shiny chainmail covering his arm, the loops that shield him from the rest of the world. Your head lolls to the side resting on his shoulder as he carries you up the stairs. He holds you firmly against him, his long strides causing you to arrive to your private room in no time at all. And on the way up, you seemingly forget your nakedness, the fact that you’re entirely bare and holding part of him inside you. His belt hangs open as he walks, plush lips kissing your skin every now and then.
Pero had ever interacted with you in such a way before, and if you spoke with complete honesty, no one had. You never let men use you like that, show you off and claim you as theirs. Because at the end of the day, you weren’t. You didn’t belong to anybody, regardless of your professional practice. But if Pero asked you to be his, you would be. By every god in the sky, you would be. But he didn’t ask you to be, that’s what made it so odd.
The intimate acts that occurred between the two of you had happened frequently, almost exclusively, behind closed doors. But tonight, it seems he wanted to change that. And you certainly weren’t protesting it, not in the slightest. Being fully naked in front of a room full of men was a nightly occurrence for you, but being fully fucked in front of them was an entirely different story.
After he’d told you that he liked the sounds you made while repeatedly lowering yourself onto him, so much so that he wanted to keep them all for himself, he scooped you up into his arms. He’d hauled you upward as he stood, you wrapping your legs around him with his length still seated firmly inside you. Pero’s strong arms kept you in place, his hands curling around your sides as he physically displayed you as his. Not a single man said a thing as he turned to take you upstairs, and with steps three times as big as yours, he ascends the stairwell, already well aware of which door leads to your room.
You pass many women on the journey upward, all of which you know, and all of which know him. Though they’ve never slept with him, no one else has since the two of you met.
“Hermosa,” he asks, shutting the door behind him with his foot. (Beautiful)
He strides forward, laying you down on your bed, sliding out from your heat in doing so. You stare up at him with loving eyes as he leans back to his upright stance, thick fingers moving to begin untying his armor.
“Has another man had you this night?”
You move, sitting up on your forearms with a concerned expression on your face. He’s never asked you this before. “What?”
“Has another man been inside you tonight, amor?” (love)
Amor. He’s called you many things, but never amor.
“N – no…” you whisper, looking up at him with timid eyes. Why is he asking you this?
“Good.” He sighs, shrugging off his upper layers before lowering to his knees.
Pero’s broad palms find the bare skin of your calves, fingers curling around and hauling you towards the end of the bed. You yelp quietly, gasping as you watch him dive down between your thighs.
“P – Pero!” you shriek, immediately feeling the sensation of his lips.
He covers you entirely, opening his mouth and humming lowly. You lean up even further, attempting to look down but his right hand slides up to the dip between your chest to shove you down. You’ve never felt him here before, you’ve never felt any man’s mouth here before. The wet heat of it breathing against your naked core, kissing the soft skin so openly displayed to him.
“Oh,” your eyes roll back before closing, hands rising to cup your chest, thumbs brushing over your fully hardened nipples.
Pero’s smile is evident as he drags his tongue up your seam, gently parting your lips. The scruff scattering his jawline and cheeks rubs against your skin, the slight burn only heightening the pleasurable sensation. And then he wraps his lips around your own, sucking them inside. Immediately, your hands fly to his hair, fingers digging into his dirty locks as your legs try to close.
“I want to see you,” he grunts out, the broadness of his shoulders keeping your legs open, his body leaning into you and spreading your legs further apart. “Let me see you.”
He groans, having felt this need desperately while he was gone. He knew when he returned that he’d do this to you before claiming you for his own, once and for all.
It’s almost as if he’s done this before, moving upward to sloppily suck your clit inside before shoving two fingers into you. The roughness of his tastebuds drags over your sensitive clitoris, making your body feel boneless. You force every last active braincell you have to focus on the moment at hand, to focus on the pleasure he’s blessing you with. Your body curls, back arching upward for him as he pleasures you in this way.
The two of you were drawn to each other, there was no denying that, but when it came to sex, you did still have a job to do. And that job was pleasing him. Oftentimes, you put your mouth on him, not the other way around.
Suddenly, he pulls away, panting as he stares down at you. This time, he allows you to look, lazily lifting your head to see why he took his mouth away from you. And when your eyes finally zero in on his glorious form, hunched over and half-naked above you, you see him stare. He’s focused on the space between your legs, wet from his spit and your slick, the pace of his fingers unwavering.
“Pero…”
In the dim light of your bedchamber, you try to close your legs, feeling sheepish beneath his intense and lusty gaze. Those impossibly dark eyes rise to meet your own, a devilish smirk on his face.
“You’re staring,” it comes out on its own, without reason, and as a whisper.
“Can I not stare?” he taunts, tilting his head and licking his lower lip. “You’re so beautiful, cariño…” (baby)
His eyeline then flickers down, moving his fingers a little more forcefully into you, just to hear the beautiful sound you make. And then he looks back up, cooing to you with a sly smirk, “Does it make you nervous when I stare?”
“I, I…”
“Tell me, princesa.” He demands, his rough voice low and teasing. “Do I make you nervous? Do you not like when I stare? Stare at your incredible body, sitting here and waiting all for me?”
“All for, for you?”
He leans in, removing his fingers and grabbing your jaw with his slick-soaked skin.
“All for me.”
It makes you gasp, the way he holds your face, the way he climbs further up on the bed to crowd your body with his own. On his way up, he shoves his pants the rest of the way down, having already been half-undone.
He’s never been so possessive over you before. Of course, whenever he was home, you were with him and him alone. But the words he’s using… they are words you’ve never heard from him before.
“Do you want me?” he asks, another question he’s never breathed in your direction.
“Yes, I do.” It’s immediate, your fingers intertwining behind his neck and pulling him down.
And he complies, moving with your hands and connecting his lips with your own. You’d completely forgotten where those lips had been mere moments ago, the slightly tangy taste now littering your taste buds as his tongue wiggles inside to slide along yours.
“Did you…” you mutter, holding his face in your hands. You stroke Pero’s strong jawline, watching his eyes dip down to your lips. “Like it?”
“Do you?” he asks, slowly sliding his tongue along your lower lip.
“Lick.” He says with a nod, watching you poke out your tongue to move it along the wet skin. And when you smile, he grins. “Dirty. I missed you.”
With that, he dives down to your neck, holding himself up on his left forearm, his right hand moving down to grip himself in hand. Pero’s ragged breaths fan out over the junction of your shoulder and neck, the bulk of his bicep resting beside your head. And your nails dig into his skin when you feel him again, the hefty intrusion of his length returning to fill your insides up. You’re already used to him, having fully felt him downstairs. Whenever the two of you were apart for too long, the stretch was always pleasurably painful. And right now, you just want more.
He sighs out roughly into your ear when he’s fully sheathed inside, settling more of his body weight to rest above you. And then, he turns his head, quietly requesting, “Whimper for me.”
And you do, crying out when he grinds his pelvis between your legs, feeling him throb as he’s seated deep inside. The sensation of him filling you entirely is incredible, but when he retracts his hips only to immediately re-sheathe himself inside? That feels ethereal.
“Hermosa,” he groans, teeth nipping at your lower ear. “There are so many things I want to do to you… you’re all I think of when I am away.” (Beautiful)
You gasp softly at his words, nails scraping down his skin because you know he likes it.
“You’re the only woman on my mind. Do you know that?” He’s panting above you, his hips picking up their pace, his powerful thighs flexing above you. “It kills me to think of you with other men, princesa.” (Princess)
He delivers a particularly hard thrust when he says that word, when he tells you just how much it pains him. And on the inside, it pains you too. Every man you’ve been with since meeting Pero, you’ve imagined to be him. And it wasn’t always hard to do, usually being fucked from behind or choosing to keep your eyes closed as they brought pleasure to you, and you to them. It was never intimate with them, not like it is when it’s the two of you.
“And I thought to myself,” he continues to ramble, slapping his hips down onto yours, his left hand moving to hold the underside of your head. “It is wrong of me to think such things, to want a woman who is not promised to me in that way.”
He looks so beautiful like this, his bronzed skin almost glowing in the dim candlelight. He’s sweating, his locks as dark as the bark of an oak curling and sliding across his forehead.
“But it’s not wrong, princesa.” He smiles briefly at his words, huffing out an intense breath of air. “Because I want you.” (Princess)
Before you can respond, he pulls out, resting back on his heels.
“Pero, I –”
Both of his hands grab onto your hips, flipping you over onto your stomach in one smooth slide. You move with him, of course, feeling Pero’s large and capable body return to your much smaller and pliant one. His skin feels hot and slightly wet, having had to carry the weight of his chainmail for so many days. He fits himself to you, both hands falling to your ass and spreading you beneath him. He sways his hips slightly, realigning himself before thrusting back in.
“Fuck,” your fingers grip the bedsheets you’ve ruined far too many times, face pressing into the pillow that you’re thankful is clean. “Pero, Pero…”
His movements have increased, uncaring to your loud cries and shrieks. He knows he’s not hurting you, no… he knows this is what you want. What you crave. No one handles you the way he does, you don’t put enough trust in them to be so rough with you.
“Have you ever had someone lick you before, bonita niña?” (pretty girl)
He’s leaning down, brushing his cheek alongside yours before licking a stripe up the outer shell of your ear. You make him ravenous, and it makes your body shiver, skin prickling with arousal and excitement.
“No… I’ve never done something like that before.”
“Has a man ever made you his before?” he then asks, sucking a deep mark onto your neck with his fervent teeth. “Has a man ever asked you to be his?”
“No,”
“Now he has.”
“Pero –” it’s like you can’t even speak, like he’s stealing the breath from your lungs, the thoughts from your mind. Is he asking for this? Truly asking to be with you?
Pero’s muscular arms curl beneath your body, wrapping around and holding you close. He hasn’t eased up on his speed, his body slapping down on yours. He’s punching himself inside, hitting incredibly deep. It already hurts, only ever so slightly, and you know you’ll feel him for the days to come. Hopefully you’ll still feel him during the days he’s away, too.
“Would you?” he asks, breaths rapidly puffing out above you, his thick fingers pressing into your skin.
“Baby?” you respond questioningly, needing more clarification in your weightless state.
“Will you be mine, princesa? Mine and mine alone.” (Princess)
Pero’s body curls over you, humping your body as he fucks himself further into you, giving you everything he has. He groans when he feels you tighten around him, hearing you girlish whines and moans beneath his heavy body. And you rock with each of his shoves, feeling him plunge deeper inside with every thrust.
You have no idea how to respond, because you want to be his, but how will that work? How? But you can’t even begin to sort it out so instead you just say yes, yes Pero, I will be yours. Yes.
The firm press of his lips on your cheek tells you how happy he is, that beautiful yet extremely rare smile crossing his face. And then his mouth opens, his humid breaths hitting your skin.
“Ngh,” he groans loudly into your ear, his voice gravelly and deep as he speaks. “I’m close, princesa.” (Princess)
“Please,” you beg, turning your head toward him, immediately feeling him press his forehead to your temple. “Inside.”
“Of course I will,” he grunts out, his thrusts now becoming shallow and sharp. “I will make you mine princesa, no one will fill your womb but me.” (Princess)
“Pero, I want you, baby…” you’re coming to your senses suddenly, feeling yourself become close, too.
“You’re close, amor. I can feel you tightening around me,” (love)
“Please make me, Pero. No one does, not like you.”
At your words he dives deeper, giving you a half dozen more shoves before he’s grinding against you, seated as deeply inside you as he can get. Pero moves his head, punched-out groans echoing behind you in your small room. His forehead rests on your upper back, laying between your shoulder blades. He does his best to steady himself, the sensation of his own orgasm heightened by your own as your cry out below. Your body shakes beneath him, writhing slightly in his tight hold. And he moves with you, his pelvis grinding against you, his deep thrusts punching hard enough against that special place inside to make you cum.
“Amor,” he chokes out, feeling himself release inside you, his body going rigid right before his release. (Love)
Your moans waft through the air at the sudden burst of euphoria flowing through you. And you can feel him inside, too, a moment particularly special to you. It wasn’t that it didn’t happen often with others, you never came with others. They didn’t care enough to make you, to fuck you long enough or hard enough for you to. And not only did Pero make you cum, but he usually made you cum with him, alongside him, riding through it with you.
If Pero knew your bedsheets were clean, he’d stay that night and sleep with you. And if they weren’t clean, he’d take them off and find you new ones. But tonight, they were clean, making it easy for him to pull out of you and lay down on the sheets. Gently, he pulled you over to him, moving you onto your back, and then your side, a tiny smile creeping onto his face when he feels you cuddle into him. You intertwine your legs with his, heart swelling with joy when you feel his arm wrap tightly around you.
“Amor,” he whispers, broad hand brushing your messy hair out of your face before leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. “I’m not leaving.” (Love)
“Hm?” you look up at him, meeting those deep yet loving eyes.
“I’m not leaving.” He repeats, holding your face in his warm hand. “I’m here to stay, I’m home.”
“But, how? Why?”
“Because I need to be with you, mi bonita niña.” (my pretty girl)
He admits it quietly, and your lips part in slight surprise. He’s not usually so openly emotional with you. It happened on rare occasions, and when it did, you felt blessed to receive such affection from him.
“I’ve earned enough coin on my recent trip. I want you to be happy – not working here.”
You go to open your mouth and claim that you are happy here, but it’d be a complete lie. It’s the independence in you wanting to do so. Because, in all truth, you aren’t happy here. You aren’t happy without him, and you aren’t happy having sex with men that weren’t him.
“Do I make you feel safe?” he asks, staring down into your eyes.
“Yes,” you tell him honestly, nodding your head.
“Do I make you feel happy, hermosa?” (beautiful)
“Yes, Pero.”
“Do I make you feel loved?”
Another question he’s never asked you before. And it makes you think. He does make you feel safe, he does make you happy, but does he make you feel loved?
“Of course you do,” you finally reply. “You always make me feel loved.”
He smiles softly again, leaning in to give you a brief kiss before pulling you even closer to him. You snuggle into his bare chest, feeling his warmth as he wraps you in his arms, surrounding you with his love, Pero’s love.
“Then be with me, princesa.” He whispers in the darkness. “I love you. Be with me.”
Thank you for reading <3
#I will be with you baby#my secretly soft boy#I love you so much honey#Pero Tovar#The Great Wall#Pedro Pascal#Pedro Pascal character fics
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Pairing: Luis Mendoza x Reader
Word Count: 1,430 words
Warnings: Mild swearing
Request: Hi! I dunno if you’re still taking requests but could you possibly do some Dwayne Robertson x Reader or Luis Mendoza x Reader fics?
[A/N: luis x reader let’s goooo :) this is the last request that was submitted before i closed requests btw !]
The sun leaves dapples of light across the forest floor.
You cross a short bridge, twigs crunching beneath your feet, water bottle swinging freely in your hand. Birds chirp through the ocean of sky above you. A brook babbles somewhere in the near distance. With the cool, still air, and a fresh summer temperature only found within the depths of spruce and aspen, one would think this the perfect afternoon for tranquil reflection.
Fortunately, you’re with the Ducks instead.
“Y’know, my cousin told me that an axe murderer lived here in the seventies,” Les says, looking down into the pit of dense underbrush and rotting logs off the edge of the trail. You follow his gaze. “Pretty spooky, right?”
“Maybe he’s still here,” Ken says.
“Maybe … it’s – me!” You grab Les’s shoulders, cackling when he jumps. “Gotcha, you wuss.”
Ken snickers as Les brushes himself off and glares at you. “Very funny,” the latter mutters.
You just grin.
Given the similar walking speed shared by the three of you (turtle speed, according to Russ), you’d drifted together for the hike and – although you’ve never really hung out with Ken before – gotten along swimmingly. Les has no shortage of quips and conversation starters, while Ken has a good eye for spotting rabbits and toads. You’ve kept your role as the affectionately insufferable member.
“You scare too easy, Les.”
He rolls his eyes, good-natured once again as you elbow him gently. “Oh, it’s always my fault. Good to know.”
The brook finally comes into view. You pause to admire the tiny waterfall with your friends, stooping down to run your fingers through the cold water. Ken catches a frog and passes it around.
Right when you’re about to hop across and continue on, an arm wraps around your shoulder.
“So, what’s going on?” Luis says next to your ear, and it’s your turn to startle.
“Geez, Luis, a little warning next time!”
Turning to meet the boy’s gaze, you find one of mischief, paired with a daring grin. Luis makes no attempt to remove his arm as you scold him, and you make no attempt to immediately slip away.
“Where’s the fun in that?” he says.
Les hums in concern. “You know, [Y/n], you scare too easy.”
His tone is mocking, and you probably deserve it. Still, you have the pride to feel offended. “Ha, ha.”
“You scare easy?” Luis queries, expression one of utter amusement. “Cute.”
Cute.
Now, you are painfully aware that Luis Mendoza uses the word “cute” as frequently as he used to crash into rink boards, but having the term applied to you almost makes your knees weak. So you scoff and duck away to cross the stream.
“Sorry to disappoint,” you reply, “but I’m the villain around here, not the victim.”
He raises an eyebrow, jumping across as well and slinging his arm right back around you. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Prove it.”
“Okay,” you say. “Guard your tent tonight.”
Then you turn your attention back to Les and Ken, striking up a conversation with them as you let Luis ruminate on your words. It’s just for kicks, honestly. You’re not going to do anything to his and Dwayne’s tent later. You’d feel bad for Dwayne.
No, you have something better planned.
The spots of light on the ground fade as a herd of clouds pass beneath the sun, and it makes you even more aware of how warm Luis is through his sweater. It’s quite cozy, being tucked against him like this.
You sacrifice it all when you reach up and swipe his baseball cap.
“What the –?!” Luis yells as you sprint off.
As predicted, you hear his footsteps against the dirt path as the boy runs after you. Les and Ken holler a protest at both of you – you hear Coach mixed in somewhere – but you’re too swept up in the delight of being chased to care much about getting in trouble later.
“Let’s hope you run as fast as you skate, Mendoza!”
Presented with a fork in the trail, you veer right, jumping over an overgrown tree root. Your feet pound as fast as your heart. A laugh flies from your throat as you clutch Luis’s hat tighter.
He shouts your name, sounding close behind. You don’t dare look back for fear of tripping. Where to – there! A path! You make another sharp turn and duck underneath the low branches.
Then you’re running straight again, following the thin strip of dirt and trampled grass as you listen for Luis. Only when you reach the edge of a drop-off do you finally come to a stop.
A few seconds later, Luis catches up.
“Damn, [Y/n],” he pants, hands braced on his knees. “Why are you faster off the ice?”
Glowing with pride, you nod at the surrounding forest. “Chalk it up to experience,” you reply. You hand his hat back. “Here you go. I’m not an actual villain.”
He takes it. Then, to your surprise, he places it on your head. “All yours. You earned it.” Luis winks at you.
“O-Oh. Okay, thanks.”
You fit the cap more snugly over your head. A breeze rustles the treetops high above you as the pair of you gain your bearings.
“Guess we should head back, huh?”
“Guess so.”
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Luis sucks in a breath through his teeth, squinting up at the graying sky. “Coach is gonna kill us.”
You don’t know how long you’ve been walking, but it’s definitely longer than you should’ve. A rare burst of guilt wracks your bones. At least you got back onto an actual trail.
With a nervous chuckle, you sit down on a nearby log. “Crap,” you say. “Sorry, Luis. I wasn’t watching where we were going.”
“Hey, I wasn’t either,” he says. Joining you on the log, he rests his elbows on his knees and nudges you. “So it’s kinda my fault too. At least we’re together.”
“Maybe that was my plan all along.”
“Oh? If you wanted to be alone with me, all you had to do was ask.”
You lean back on your hands as he smirks. “Where’s the fun in that?”
Thunder rolls in the distance. The two of you swear at the same time.
“Maybe we should shout for them.”
Well, you think, getting back to the group is probably worth scaring off the wildlife and any other hikers out here at this point. You’re getting hungry and Coach promised campfire potatoes tonight. Luis tilts his head at you and you nod.
For what seems like forever, but is likely just a few minutes, you take turns yelling. Coach Bombay, Charlie, Les, whoever. No dice.
It starts to get a bit chilly. Luis offers to share the pocket of his hoodie; you sit closer to hold hands for warmth. The thunder rumbles closer.
When you hear a familiar duck call in the distance, you and Luis shoot up from your seats. Coach Bombay appears around the corner soon enough, whistle hanging from his neck and looking very unhappy.
“We’ve been looking for you guys for an hour,” he reprimands, hands on his hips. Several of your friends come up behind him, looking at you and Luis while you rub the back of your neck. “What were you thinking, running off like that? I told you to stay on the trail!”
“Sorry, Coach,” Luis says.
Well, if that doesn’t make you feel guilty again … “I was the one who started it,” you say. “Sorry. I’ll take any penalties you give me.”
Coach looks at you, visibly surprised, but then shakes his head. He turns and gestures for you to follow him. “Just come back to the campsite, guys. I’ve had enough stress for today and really need something stronger than bottled water.”
Whew. Dodged it. “You mind sharing, Coach?”
He lifts a finger. “Watch it. I can still leave you out here in the wilderness.”
You zip your lips shut, tamping down a laugh.
Les falls into step with you and leans in to whisper as you all trek back towards the campsite.
“Looks like you got something out of that run.”
You hum. “What d’you mean?”
“Sorry, I figured the whole holding hands thing was a new development to your relationship –”
Looking down, you realize that Les is right, your fingers still laced with those belonging to a certain fellow speedster. A glance upwards tells you that Luis knows this as well, if the unapologetic, self-satisfied smile on his face is anything to go by.
“Don’t jinx it,” you whisper back.
It starts to rain.
#luis mendoza#luis mendoza x reader#luis mendoza imagine#mighty ducks#the mighty ducks#fanfic#reader insert#fluff#90s#90s imagine#mighty ducks imagines#averman and reader are best buds that share a braincell#averman has it 90% of the time :(
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call me babydoll | reader x chan
a/n: ahhhhh wow WOW cuties LOL i was not expecting this fic idea to keep me up in my sleep and occupy all my waking thoughts BUT thank you so so much for you words of support!! hehe well....here we goooo i hope that ya’ll are ready teehee--also tags will be added as they come! You can read part one here
Two
Pairing: self insert, female reader x bang chan
Genre: action, mystery and suspense, fluff, smut, angst
Tags: (of this part) bodyguard au, secret agent au, royal au, moderndayprince!chan, secretagent!reader, secretagent!jeongin, secretagent!jisung, skz side characters, adventure and mystery, action and peril, plot driven, running out of time, slow-ish burn, growing feelings, sexual tension, explicit language, jeongin in this fic is my bb and i will protect him, sexy and smart jeongin tho still hehe
CWs: mentions of death, people dying/killing, mentions of blood and wounds, mentions of getting drunk, hungover, and vomiting, a bombing.
Word count: 5.2k
Parts
ONE | TWO | THREE
The road was long and winding, pitch black, desolate, quiet and foreign. In the backseat of the car, Chan had slumped his head over on Jeongin’s shoulder and bobbed with the motions of the road. His nose would twitch in his sleep, and he would make little grunts of nonsense words. He had worked himself up after the banquet, and actually hadn’t stopped his “love confessions” until you told him to shut up or you would shut him up.
Your partner’s glasses were illuminated from the screen of his laptop which he tapped quietly away at. You too felt drowsy, but sleep would be for later once you had properly arrived at the safe house, or safe hotel, or safe hole in the ground...whatever it was.
“You hear anything from Carroll?” You slung your arm over the seat and lowered your voice.
“Nothing yet.” His eyes flicked around the screen. “It’s almost like it’s too quiet. I’ve already told her that we have the prince and that he’s safe, but..nothing.”
“You don’t think...they got targeted too?”
Chan snored lightly on his bodyguard’s shoulder, and he didn’t dare to move an inch.
“I sure as hell hope not. But...that would explain why things have been so quiet. If this was a larger scale attack...I don’t know what this could mean then.”
From the darkness of the outside world in the car windows, you passed a forest of pines and oher types of stoic trees making up the mountainside.
“Well, I think that we should be optimistic for the time being.”
Jeongin nodded. He looked to be a mess: blood had splattered at his white shirt collar and in specks on his neck. His cracked lenses however, didn’t keep him from his work. He had pulled his tie loosely around his neck, and had also provided his jacket as a pseudo-blanket of sorts for the prince. The prince, had offered his own jacket to you seeing as you only had your dress, but you had been managing just fine. You accepted it, but only because it could soothe his chivalrous ego. He had a hard night already, so you saw it best.
“Two, where are you taking us?” You called to the mysterious driver.
Ever since meeting him at the hotel, he had been nearly silent the whole ride.
The man cleared his throat, “As far away from here as I can. I don’t know of any safe houses so...I’m just trying to remove us.”
“I can find one for us if Carroll doesn’t get back to me....which she should...”
Jeongin was not one for speaking of his mother as anything other than his boss. Since he had been assigned to be your partner a few months ago, he had never referred to her as his mother, nor did he ever seem to harbor any emotion for the stern woman. Both of them had been a bit allusive to you, but that was simply how it was in this line of work. You didn’t know things about the people around you, and you didn’t need to ask. You had wondered if he had worried about her, or thought about her when you were on missions. The young man had trained rigorously, and had passed each exam from the academy with flying colors. After considering it for a while, you figured what immense pressure he must've been under: son of the woman in charge, a master at infiltration, espionage, manipulation, cybersecurity, and a million more things; he had to prove himself and more.
You couldn’t have asked for a better partner, but you almost did wish that you had known more.
Two fiddled with the radio, settling on a station that played some kind of country-western type music.
“What’s your specialty Two? How’d you end up a part of this shitshow?”
The driver laughed, then hummed along with the music for a moment. “This has been my gig for few years, but I’ve never been a part of this unit before. Carroll always saw it best for my services to be used in other places.”
“You have a specialty?” Jeongin asked while still typing furiously.
Two scratched the back of his head. “I do a little bit of everything. But...let’s just say that I’m good at making friends. That’s why Carroll likes me.”
“--You know her personally?” Your partner quipped, but the edge to his voice didn’t sound like judgement, but rather caution.
“We’ve had a few meetings.”
“Hm.”
You kicked off your heals to massage your aching toes. If only they had attacked at a time when you had the proper footwear.
“You said we could also call you J?” You sprawled over the back seat in an attempt to make yourself more comfortable. Still, the plastic seatbelt buckles poked into your back.
“Yes. You can call me J.”
And that was that. No “What’s J stand for”, or “where are you from”, “where’s your home base,” “how did you rank at the academy?” You added questions to the list of things that weren’t allowed as well.
Jeongin tore off his glasses with an exasperated sigh to rub at his tired eyes. Chan made a happy little noise, presumably because he had found a cozier spot on Jeongin’s shoulder. He had now gotten the chance to sleep off his drunken stupor that may or may not had contributed to his sudden confession, and the reason behind the two pitstops you had taken for him to retch on the side of the road.
If he was a prince, he might’ve also been one mess of a prince. In all of his grace and confidence, the pleasures that he partook in would often get the best of him at times too.
You gave up on trying to get some sleep, but rather sat up to watch that paradoxically handsome and misshapen prince. Just like this: sleeping, vulnerable, with some kind of lopsided smirk on his face, he was much less than the regal figure that you had painted him to be in your mind. For maintaining appearances the whole day long, you hadn’t ever really gotten the chance to see him like this before. His façade faded, and you surmised that maybe he really was different from the way that he let on.
“I’m so fucking tired.” Jeongin yawned.
“Get some sleep then. I’ll stay up to watch things.”
“That’s just it. I can’t sleep even if I tried.”
“What do you mean?”
“Can you pass me some hand sanitizer or something? There’s...blood on my hands.”
Your partner’s voice cracked slightly. It was then when you realized that this had been the first time that he had fired at real people.
“I’ve got a water bottle? Is that enough?”
“Yeah. It’s fine.”
He splashed the liquids around while wiping his hands away, then flicked the remnants of water away.
“Something about this doesn’t sit right with me.”
“How do you mean?”
Chan’s coat draped over your shoulders, and you pulled it in closer around your arms. The night had been cool, and the AC blasting in the car didn’t make it much better.
Jeongin licked his lips. “Nothing was supposed to happen tonight. We made sure of it. No one was suspicious, we ran background checks, we checked the whole area...”
“Hey,” You attempted to turn your tone softer, “We couldn’t have seen it coming. They just rolled up out of nowhere, there was no way that we could’ve stopped it--”
“--Innocent people died tonight. If they were out for the prince, or maybe they weren’t, why so much collateral damage?”
“Obviously they don’t care.”
“Bastards.” Jeongin took the last bits of water to slug. “We’re gonna fucking find out why they did all of this.”
Two shifted in his seat, “Any word? Hate to mention it, but I’m getting kinda tired. It’s past three already.”
“Fox?”
He clicked around, then shook his head. “Still nothing.”
Chan snorted a bit in his sleep: an action which woke him up.
“Wha-what? Where are we? Are the there yet? What time is it? Fuck...my head feels like it’s splitting...”
“We’re finding somewhere, your Highness. We’ll be there soon.” Your partner motioned for you to hand him another water to give to the disorientated prince.
Chan nodded while he rubbed his temples. “Shit. Please tell me that I just made this all up. That it’s some kind of fucked up nightmare...”
You threw Chan’s coat back to him. “Unfortunately, no. We’re trying to figure out everything that we can.”
“Who the hell were those guys?” Water dripped down his neck in a way that you pretended not to notice. “They were wearing crests. I couldn’t tell, but weren’t they red?”
“Very observant, your Highness. F?”
The younger man bit his lip, “I’ve already tried finding where the crest is from, but I can’t find anything that resembles it within our database. I was able to see one up close. It looked like a heart or something like that, and a diamond. I’m guessing that it could’ve been maybe a spade? Like the kind that you see on playing cards? Still, since we’ve never seen it before, we can only assume that they must be a new group.”
Chan nodded, but anyone could tell that the information had flown right over his head. He licked at his wet lips, then sighed.
“Bee, You okay? Fox? I suppose that I should ask you both.”
“I’m...fine.” His sudden concern came as a surprise, and your partner looked just as shocked.
“I-I’m fine too. No holes in me or anything.” Jeongin suppressed a laugh. “But you’re not, your Highness. How much did you have to drink?”
“Oh...enough. I guess that I lost track at some point. Those kind of things are boring anyway.”
“Fox? You’ve got that locale?” Two clicked the turn signal.
“Oh! Yeah, I’ve got one. Sorry, It’s about an hour from here.”
“Locale?” Chan cocked his head.
“A safe house. Or something like that. We need to lie low while we wait for instructions.”
“No one has said anything...? Not even...my father?”
Jeongin shook his head gravely. “No.”
The young prince fell silent, and you watched as worry fell over his clouded eyes that were lined with bags. Normally his expression was anything but strained, but in this moment, you saw doubt sweep over him like the darkness on the road ahead. You leaned the farthest you could from your seat to grab at his hand behind you.
“You’re safe with us. Nothing is going to happen to you.”
His hand was warm, maybe a little clammy, but it was soft, like that of a prince, naturally. Still, it was strong and veined. Chan’s thumb rubbed soft little circles into your own skin, muttering, “Thank you.” For once, his eyes which would normally devour you like some kind of rare dish held you earnestly. I trust you, they said.
“Two. Let’s switch.” Jeongin slammed his laptop closed. “I’ve got it from here.”
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The safe house was quiet. As most of them where. It was even a bit stereotypical: a little cottage in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by woods on nearly all sides. It had a little overgrown garden, and a shed that looked like it held either all kinds of gardening equipment, or the real thing that sheds were meant for in your business: ammo. It had a white painted porch with cracking paint, as well as porch swing with rusting chains. In the early morning the windows were are black, but still faintly reflected the massive array of sparking stars above your heads. The only thing less antique about the home was the touch keypad on the front door. It beeped with a little tune, then flashed the insignia of the agency: a ticking clock.
“Two, can you find a generator or something? Get the electricity up and going?”
“Can do,” He said, then disappeared.
Two was mostly a quiet man, a feature that gave you both reasons to trust him and to be suspicious. Besides him being a bit smaller in stature with thin legs and characteristically round cheeks, there was something different about him that you couldn’t place; something unexpected. You wished once again that questions weren’t on the list of things that weren’t allowed.
“There should be clothes around here somewhere.” Jeongin padded his way through the dark rooms. “You shower first your Highness.”
Chan tripped over his feet as he spread out his arms to find his way. You giggled lightly at the action. A man really was stripped down of any and all sense of composure when his life had been threatened and he had to have his bodyguards pat his back while he had gotten sick after one too many royal drinks.
The lights flashed on, flickering at first with the sound of the lightbulbs waking up after a long sleep. The interior design of the place was exactly as you had expected: it was a family home with a fireplace and several chairs and couches covered in dust. Bookshelves were full with the strangest assortment of reading material and board games there held a thin layer of grey dust too. The kitchen was small and cozy: it had all the necessities. A stained glass chandelier hung over the wooden table for eight, and was decorated with glass hummingbirds and pink flowers. In odd corners of the house, children’s toys had been sitting untouched. A family must’ve been living there, and you wondered what must’ve become of them.
Two returned with spiderwebs caught on his dress coat. “Water should be hot in about thirty minutes or so I think.”
Your partner crossed the room, raking a hand through his snowy white hair. “I’m gonna try and make the calls again. See if I get anything. If not, we’ll have to...begin Operation Cheshire.”
It was the phrase that you had hoped neither you nor your partner would have to say.
Chan slumped down in one of the upholstered chairs, throwing dust into the air as he did. Compared to the rest of the room, him and his designer clothes seemed comically out of place. “Wha-what’s that?”
Two pinched between his eyes, and your chest shook with an unsure inhale.
“It means that we assume the worst. HQ got taken over and we’re all at risk. Information about us could be accessible to anyone. Essentially, we go into sleeper mode until we can reconvene with other agents...if there are any more. We dissapear. Next, we work on getting you back home, no matter what it takes.”
“HQ?” What are you talking about?” Chan toyed with his diamond set cufflinks. “HQ? Like whoever manages the bodyguards??”
“Your Highness...” You and your partner exchanged knowing glances. “We’re more than bodyguards.”
“What?!”
“We’re operatives. Agents. We work for an intelligence agency that specializes in a bunch of different things...protecting royalty if needed.”
“What the fuck?! Why didn’t anyone tell me? Chan slapped his leg. “Fuck! No one tells me anything!!! I get that I’m a fucking prince but I’m not fucking useless!”
The memory of the confidential file reemerged in your memory: the promise that you had made to His Majesty The King after he had requested a “special hire” to watch over his son. The file itself had contained a several thousand words or so that you hadn’t bothered to read, but rather skimmed till you got to the signature part. Carroll had simply nodded before you put your pen to the paper.
“It was for your saf--”
“--My father did this, didn’t he? Didn’t he? Some kind of sick way to keep tabs on me? See what I’m doing?? God! The man never trusts me. If the thinks that I’m that much of a disappointment...this is just--”
“Your Highness, it’s been a long day, you’ve been through a lot, just take a shower and get some rest. Alright? We’ll talk more about this in the morning.” Two stepped forward with his hands folded in front of him. His interjection was unlike his previously quiet presence.
The prince sighed, tapping his tragically expensive shoe on the hardwood.
“Fine. We’ll talk about it in the morning.”
Chan’s eyes grew dark with an authoritative air that you had seen before. His façade had slipped over him like a cloak. He rose, buttoning his jacket, then tweaking his sliver brooches decorating his neck.
“Fox. Bee. Two. Thank you. Good evening.”
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Chan knew that it was you at the door when you would knock two times, then pause, and knock twice more. In your hands, you held a cup of warm milk. For a prince, even he couldn’t reject the beverage to help him fall asleep at night. You had seen him order it at hotels on more than one occasion. Jeongin had found a nearby store to get food for the morning. The two of you had suddenly found yourselves as now both his bodyguards and his servants. While you waited, you hoped to God that Carroll would compensate you for the extra work.
The door creaked open, revealing your prince modestly dressed in plaid flannel, hair dripping slightly in wet strands. You had never seen him as simple as this before: no princely persona or cold exterior to upkeep. He looked...normal.
“What is it Bee?”
“I thought you might like some...well, this.” You provided him with the cup. “I know that it’s nearly morning, but you should still try to sleep in. We’ll take care of things.
He took the ceramic mug from your hands, fingers barely brushing against yours for mere moments.
“Thank you.” He hushed with a thankful smile. “Would you like to come in? We could...just kind of...sit for a minute.”
Behind him, sun peaked at the horizon, a splitting of red piercing the navy deep of the night. The colors muddled, blurred, a bit like the color of blood fading into the deep fabric of one’s formal wear. It was desolate, but still beautiful.
“To be honest,” His eyes fell, “I don’t want to be alone right now.”
You had saved the biggest room for him. It smelled of mothballs and other old things like sheets that had rested in a dark room for much too long. Still, there was a kind of familiarity to it all and the way that the matted rugs and brass vintage lamps lit the room with a soft yellow light. The full sized bed creaked once you had sat down. In his golden halo, Chan’s brown strands appeared to be softer, and not as prim and staged.
“I’m sorry for snapping earlier. I realized that there are things that are out of my control. You know more than I do, and I accept that. I trust you...a-and Fox.”
You rubbed your hands into the jeans you had found in the cupboard. They had dirt and grass stains from work in the garden you presumed.
“It’s okay. I understand that you would be scared. It’s okay to be. I...get scared sometimes too. I know that it might look like it, but I fear...for my life too. So does Jeong--Fox.”
Chan’s voice cracked. “Is someone out to kill me?”
You sighed, sensing his hesitation. “I don’t know. But we will know soon.”
The prince stared down at the white bubbles in his milk, then swirled around the liquid to watch the way that that it moved.
“I don’t think I’d like to die. Would be pretty unfortunate, don’t you think? I feel like I’ve got so many other things to do. A kingdom to manage, people to govern, much more bottles of Scotch to drink, parties to attend...”
His eyes met yours, and you could see the very fragility of the life that he spoke of right in them. He was right in that dumb speech of his. He really was just a person.
“...I like to think that I’ll get married someday to someone that I love. I actually would really like to do that.” He chuckled. “Lame, right? Someone like me who always bounces around. Wouldn’t take me for one?”
“Mm. No. I think that from what I’ve observed of you, and I’m trained to observe, I think that bouncing around...means you’re looking for the right thing. And, I guess that it’s fun too.”
Chan chuckled, “You’re good at observing.”
You paused, remembering Lee Minho from earlier.
“Were you looking when you were talking to that man at the banquet? He was very handsome.”
The prince placed the cup down. “He was. I don’t know. He just seemed kind of interesting. The kind of mystery that only a stranger has. I would’ve liked to have talked to him more now that I think about it. Maybe it would’ve been worth my time.” Chan twisted his back to crack it. “I don’t know if you saw but he had some really nice fucking thighs.”
“Ahhh. Nice thighs. Didn’t know that you cared for that.”
The two of you laughed together a bit like old friends. It felt nice.
“...Bee. I should also probably apologize for how I acted back before we got in the car. I was...drunk, scared. I said some things--”
“--That you were in love with me?”
“Yeah...that. I realized that...I’ve been...unfair to you. You don’t deserve the ridicule. You’ve only ever been helpful to me and--”
“--Don’t worry about it. It’s fine.” You shrugged. You had met hundreds of guys like him before, at least you thought.
Chan sighed as if he was gathering himself. “Bee. I did mean what I said.”
“What? Ch-your Highness, you don’t mean that.”
He laughed, “It’s alright. You can call me Chan. And...yes. I did. You’ve got a kind of mystery to you too. Frankly, I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“This...this is inappropriate.” You shifted, the rising off the bed. Your cheeks warmed, but you couldn’t know why. Maybe he was just too damn charming. But, he was like that with everyone.
He rose too, hastily following you on your way to the door. “Bee, wait.”
“Chan, you can’t do this. It makes things...complicated.”
He advanced, slowly, closing the space between you. “It’s only complicated if you feel the same.”
“I-I don’t.”
The prince’s hand carefully rose to cup your face, a gesture so gentle that you shied from the feeling. Even this close still he smelled of white roses.
“Have you ever heard of conflict of interest?” Your breath hitched.
Chan grinned, “There you go making this complicated again.”
A wandering hand of yours acting on its own reached to tug hold of his shirt.
The prince leaned in closer, nearly close enough to breech the gap between his plush lips and yours.
“What if I don’t mind making things...” He whispered the word, grazing his mouth over yours, “...complicated?”
“Ch--”
He pressed his weight fully into you, a smashing of lips met with incessant heat and your back shoved into the door. His tongue easily twisted around yours, and his soft gasps filled up your mouth. It had taken you a couple seconds to realize what had happened, and to decide what to do with yourself. His mouth was blazing, it was as if he was weaving a spell, or perhaps you had made it up for yourself. He kissed you with vitality; like he had never tasted anything like you before and was starving for you. You realized, perhaps you had wondered what it would’ve felt like. One hand squeezed tighter to his shirt, and you kissed back, meeting his heat.
Jeongin’s voice called down the hall, “Bee? Bee, are you there?” The sound of your bedroom door shut.
You pushed Chan off you with flat hands on his chest and an amazed smile on his face.
“This...this doesn’t mean anything.” You gasped, reaching for the knob after a moments pause.
Chan snickered, shoving his hands in his pockets.
“Goodnight your Highness.”
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For a man so young Jeongin liked his coffee black, and drank it like an old man too with his nose buried in a newspaper while it fogged up his glasses--or what was left of them.
“I finally got correspondence from Carroll this morning. She said that HQ experienced some kind of blackout and all the systems went offline. It wasn’t safe for her to contact us on a regular line. They got everything back up and running and everything seems fine, or so they think.”
Your partner had already made himself comfortable in a pair of sweatpants and a cotton tee with slippers. You never would’ve guessed that he was a trained assassin on the side.
Two returned huffing in the door from his morning run. He was one of those people.
“Any word?” He rubbed his face off with a dishtowel.
“Disgusting.” You sneered at the crude action.
“Well, we’ve got thousands of miles between us and the kingdom and what seems like a hell of a lot of guys on our tail, but, after I sent Carroll the info about the red crest, she wants us to do some digging.
“With the prince in tow?” You lowered your voice lest the sleeping royal heard you. “I don’t think so.”
“It sounds like she’s convinced that the person behind all of this could be someone who attended the charity ball. And, I don’t really disagree. They must be good at keeping secrets if they evaded us.”
“Hm. You’re right. A high profile event like that, even though its for a good cause it’s always a competition with those snobs. I just don’t know who could order something so cruel...all those people in the same place...”
“Since it’s a new group, they must still be underground. So, to see who lives underground, you’ve got to go there yourself to find out. Or, in our case, find someone who knows the rabbit hole.”
Two grabbed a chair, ruffling his deep brown soaked hair. “What does that mean?”
Jeongin flipped his laptop around. “This is the man that we need to go see. Codename White Rabbit. Or as he calls himself--”
“--Bun.” You cut in. “Yeah, I know him.”
Both of the men chimed, “You do?”
“Yeah, he’s undercover ops for the agency. He’s sort of a jack of all trades. He owns some kind of front out in Egypt. It’s called The Tea Party. Bar up front, but in the back he provides all kinds of information--for both sides. His cut is that for any information he gives to the agency he gets cash compensation. If anyone would know about anything underground, it would be him. As I’m sure Carroll told you, he’s a stickler for meeting in person. He’s one of us. I think.”
“You think?”
“He also does...other deviant things. I heard that these days he’s had a couple dealings in some...substances. Black market stuff. Carroll also provides safety for his business in return for his information.”
“That...sounds illegal. Immoral even.” Jeongin’s eyes widened upon hearing the news about his mother.
“You’ve got to pay to play you know.”
“So Egypt then?” Two wiped off the back of his neck with the dishtowel, stretching out one of his toned arms. “I’ve always wanted to go there.”
“Oh--one more thing.” Jeongin took a rather long sip from his cup. “The King’s counsel reached out to me too this morning. They asked me if the Prince was safe and where we were. I have them loose details of both. They seemed somewhat relieved.”
Chan sauntered down the steps with a massive yawn, stretching up his arms and shirt to reveal an inkling of his abs. You also pretended not to notice it.
“Gooood morning everyone. Fox. Two.” He dished out a wink. “Bee.”
“Morning your Highness.” Jeongin nodded, and crossed his legs. “Feeling well?”
“Ahhh much better.” He poured himself a cup of coffee in the kitchen, staring out the little window over the sink, then took an indulgent sip. “It’s peaceful here. I kind of like that.”
“Your Highness, we’ve received word--”
Chan rose his hand to shush your partner, then languidly took another sip. “I’m still enjoying my drink F.”
A light buzzing resonated somewhere in the house, a bit like the sound of a dryer, and the home started vibrating. Your water glass on the table rippled.
“Two, did you notice if there was anything strange about the house?”
The buzzing grew nearer.
Two looked puzzled, “No, why?”
The vibrating grew more violent, and your glass shuddered off the wooden table, shattering on the ground upon impact.
Chan squinted out the window, “Is that a--”
“CHAN GET DOWN!” You shrieked.
Within milliseconds the whistling of a bomb screeched through the air, then crashed into the rickety ceiling, splintering wood everywhere and demolishing the furniture.
You had seconds to act while the matte black bomb hissed with a steam releasing from some seam and ticked. You sprinted to grab Chan’s arm as hard as you possibly good, all in a blur, pummeling your bodies against one of the shattered windows, and hurling yourself out to the morning dew. You had no time to see if Jeongin or Two had made their exit, but looked out, towing the prince so hard you must’ve done some damage to his shoulder. You stumbled to your feet, tripping, and grunting until the bomb diffused, and exploded the cottage altogether. You covered Chan’s head and most of his body with your own as a shield and the shards of wood, metal, and brick came flying.
“Ar-are you okay?” You patted the prince down in his shock, who stared blankly with empty eyes.
The prince’s flannel had been torn to shreds with glass, and blood oozed onto the fabric on his arms.
“Yeah...yeah...I’m...fine.”
“BEE! Y/N!” Jeongin screamed over the flames to find you.
“OVER HERE!” You bellowed back, and your partner came running with Two behind him with terrible cuts on his face.
“They knew. They FUCKING knew.” He panted after reaching you.
“We have to get out of here.” Two gasped, and blood ran down his face, nearly into his eye. “If they know where we are now, they’ll come to check to see if the damage is done. We have to move.”
The sky filled with an angry smoke, and the once peaceful forest filled with the colors of orange and red.
“The car?”
“Broken windows from the blast but I should be able to get it going. There’s spare parts in the shed. And ammo. A fuck ton of it.”
“We’ll need it.”
You pulled the prince to his feet as he blinked wildly at you and your team.
“Fuck.” Was all the could manage.
In your complete surprise, Chan’s bloodied and cracked hands pulled your face into his, kissing you with lips that tasted of the salt of blood.
“I fucking love you Bee. I’ve decided.”
Jeongin’s jaw dropped in the corner of your eye, so you promptly slapped the prince upside the face.
“You’re in shock. We need to get out of here.”
A wrinkled smile danced on the royal’s face, and you might’ve thought that it was a bit charming.
“Admit it. You love me too Bee.”
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Tarlos college AU? Maybe Owen is a professor? Thank you!
I’m very sorry for the delay, nonnie. But this took on a life of its own. Please note this is an explicit fic.
The Subtle Art of Seduction
“Here we goooo! Shots for everyone and a non-alcoholic drink for Marjan!” Paul screamed, bringing over 3 shots and a small drink glass to their table. The bar was packed with returning seniors, a whole bunch of grad students, and even a few sturdy underclassmen. Their usual table had thankfully been empty and the small group of friends had descended as soon as they all returned to campus.
They had all congregated the first night of returning to campus, happy to be in each other’s company. Paul, Marjan, Mateo, and TK were all in their last year of undergrad, and the summer before had been busy with internships for everyone.
TK toasted the shots and took the pull, relishing in the burn of alcohol down his throat. He elbowed Marjan, who was happy with the non-alcoholic drink in her hand.
“So this is it, Marwani. We’re in the penultimate semester,” he started, smirking at his friend. “Are you finally going to make a move?”
Marjan rolled her eyes, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Uh huh, so I’m sure you’ll be fine with Suzie hanging out in Bilal’s room tonight,” TK responded. He knew he was being a little shit, but they were in their final year and he wasn’t going to let this go. He had watched Marjan quietly pine over a classmate for years now, and he wasn’t going to let her watch from a distance as Bilal got seduced by some other girl.
Marjan’s face said everything about how she felt about TK’s words. “There is no way Bilal is going to go for a lush like Suzie! He’s too worried about his summer internship to be that distracted.” TK grinned. After three years of being classmates and friends, TK knew exactly what buttons to push, and Marjan always fell for it.
“You have only a few months, maybe six months at the most to tell him how you feel,” TK said. Mateo piped up from the other side of the table, “this is your last chance, babe.”
Marjan groaned loudly. “Well what about pretty boy over here?” she said, pointing at TK. “He hasn’t gone out with a single person since the end of freshman year.”
Paul nodded his head so hard, TK wanted to call him a bobble head. “Yeah bro, we haven’t seen you do anything with anyone for two years now!”
TK groaned dramatically. “Yeah well the dating pool ain’t all that deep here at UT Austin. But we’re not talking about me, we’re talking about our girl here being brave.”
Mateo and Marjan looked at TK with a glint in their eyes that has spelled trouble since all four of them were grouped for a Psych project in the first semester of freshman year.
Back then it was all about being as reckless as possible, knowing TK was the son of Professor Owen Strand, and at eighteen that was the level of authority fit for rebellion.
But then TK’s dad was appointed as the college dean, Alex, his boyfriend of a year broke up with him, and the rebellious phase ended abruptly right after.
His friends were still staring at him, “what what?” he asked.
Everyone smiled at him in a way that promised trouble. Marjan was the one who spoke up, “I’ll ask Bilal out if you ask out a hottie tonight.” From the mirroring smiles on Paul and Mateo’s faces, TK knew he was going to be outnumbered here. He rolled his eyes and threw his hands. If this is what got Marjan to finally make a move, then he would happily take one for the team.
“I know you all think I’m some type of prude now, but you know what Marjan, you’re on,” he said with a smirk of his own.
Clearly he had the number of every one of his friends, because they all stopped smiling, staring at him with wide eyes.
“We’re on?” Mateo asked.
“Yep,” TK responded, making sure to sound the p with an extra obnoxious pop. “I’ll definitely ask out a guy tonight, and then Marjan gets to ovary up and ask Bilal out.”
“And we pick who you ask!” Paul interjected. TK glared at him, but refused to back down. He was on a mission that night.
“Fine, you pick who I ask,” he said, with only lightly gritted teeth. He rolled his eyes at Mateo and Paul high-fiving, and smirked at Marjan who was looking only a little frazzled. “What do you say, Marwani?”
TK hadn’t seen Marjan back down from a challenge in three years, so he was gratified to not be proven wrong. “You’re on, pretty boy,” Marjan said, “let’s go find you a hottie!”
***
TK approached the guy standing at the bar, with his back towards TK. A soft looking brown leather jacket, and sinfully tight black jeans were all TK could see, but he had to hand it to his friends - they didn’t pick wrong.
“Buy me a pizza?” he said to the stranger with an ass to bounce a quarter off of. The stranger turned and TK almost took a step back. The guy was a certifiable hottie, and suddenly TK was a lot more invested in the bet.
“Excuse me?” the handsome stranger asked with a little confused smile, showing off perfect cheekbones.
“I said buy me a pizza, handsome stranger,” TK responded, a little bewildered at the words tumbling out of his mouth.
The lovely and still handsome stranger raised an eyebrow, “and why should I buy you a pizza?”
“How else would we get to know each other before the sex?”
The stranger’s eyes darkened as he took a moment to check TK out from head to toe, and TK felt heat thrumming through him. This was going to be easier than he thought.
“Or we could skip the pizza and you could take me to your place right now,” he said, knowing he had won this round.
***
TK barely heard the door slamming behind them, too busy kissing the beautiful stranger while also trying to get his shirt off. The kisses had started out tentative, slow, and awkward, but hadn’t stayed that way too long. By the time they’d reached the guy’s apartment, TK was vibrating with need. He couldn’t stop touching the guy, hands moving up and down the expanse of a strong, broad back. TK felt dizzy with desire, moving to pull at the guy’s pants, even as his own shirt was unbuttoned and thrown away faster than a blink.
“I’m TK,” he panted between biting kisses, “what’s your name?”
The guy pulled back and smirked at him. “Carlos. Glad you asked, so you’ll be screaming the right name tonight.”
Fuck the guy, Carlos, and his husky gravelly voice. TK groaned as he felt teeth on his collarbone, closing his eyes as Carlos walked him back towards a giant couch. When Carlos pulled off his own shirt in one smooth move, TK almost saw stars, working to take the rest of his clothes off even faster. The man was built like a brick house - all hard angles and strong muscles. He moved to cover TK with his entire body, kissing - deep, heated kisses - and TK felt like he’s on fire from the inside. He pushed Carlos back for a second, just enough to breathe for a moment and look at Carlos - eyes dark and hungry.
“Sit back,” TK ordered, and Carlos fumbled to comply, pushing his back onto the couch.
TK made quick work of crawling up Carlos’ body and peeling off his boxer briefs, kissing the sensitive skin inside the thighs.
“TK,” Carlos groaned, making TK smile, and he quickly licked at the leaking slit. Carlos shot out a hand behind him to grip the back of the couch, a long moan ripping through him. TK wanted to take his time, he felt a little giddy at the taste, at Carlos’ reaction. But his own cock was so hard he felt dizzy, and he gripped the base of Carlos’ cock tightly, taking as much of it in his mouth as he could.
Carlos moaned something indistinct as TK continued to move his mouth over his cock, moving his free hand to stroke the soft skin behind his balls. He felt bold, but he wasn’t sure if Carlos would take kindly to his assumptions about opening Carlos up. He decided to take a chance, moving to remove his mouth from Carlos’ cock with an obscene pop and a trail of saliva shining bright.
“Lube?” he asked, figuring it was the safest way to get an answer. He wasn’t even done with the thought process before a packet of lube was slapped on his palm, and he wasted no time getting his fingers slick.
“TK, TK, come on,” Carlos chanted, as TK swirled his tongue around the head, easing up so he could press it flat against the sensitive underside of his cock, tracing along the vein. He kept up the torture while pressing his fingers against Carlos’ hole, getting it slick, feeling two of his fingers slide in easily. A low and fervent fuck was the only response he got, as he pulled up to see Carlos gone all glassy eyed, flushed and breathing hard, as TK pulled up and stroked him in rhythm with the press of his fingers inside Carlos.
“You wanna come for me, handsome?” TK purred, actually purred, bewildered by his own body’s response to Carlos. Carlos just made a choked off little moan and suddenly TK’s hand was full of come. Carlos just moaned and whimpered his way into post-orgasm sensitivity.
“You’re really good at that,” Carlos slurred a little, pushing his legs apart to give TK’s fingers inside him even more access.
“Come here,” he asked, pulling at TK’s shoulders until TK chuckled and moved up, sliding up Carlos’ body to kiss him slow and measured. Which turned into a deep groan as he guided his cock into Carlos’ ass. The tight heat of Carlos, the sliding slick sweat between them, miles and miles of responsive body under him, all working to drive him insane.
“Please, please, please,” Carlos chanted, and TK could feel where he was half-hard already, and TK’s slow steady rhythm faltered. That voice was making him feel frantic.
“I got you, baby,” TK breathed into a slick collarbone, skin flush. The pace was tortuously slow for him too, on that knife-edge between so-good-it-hurt and hurt-because-it’s-so-good, and the room was almost oppressive in its heat and silence. The only sounds in the room were the whirring of the central air and the wrecked mess of their breathing, arrhythmic and shuddering.
He could feel himself losing it, the smooth glide of his hips going shaky and uncontrolled until he gave into the need, buried himself in Carlos and came. He felt Carlos’ sharp inhale and the clutch of his orgasm in addition to the slick heat buried between them.
He tried to roll them over but they ended up on the plush rug on the floor, and TK felt like he was just going to pass out for the rest of the night right there. But Carlos got up and went somewhere, coming back with a wet and warm towel to wipe him clean. What a gentleman.
“It’s late,” Carlos whispered, running his hands over TK’s side, tracing his tattoo. “You should stay.”
TK couldn’t find a fault in the logic.
***
The blaring of the alarm almost made him throw his phone away. TK rolled over in the hands-down most comfortable bed he’d slept in, and snatched his phone before it could go off again. He looked and it seemed to say 7am. Holy fuck.
He jumped up and ran around the room, grabbing every item of his clothing he could find. He saw Carlos roll over and stare at him with such warm and sleep filled eyes, he almost said fuck it and climbed back into bed.
“You pulling a runner, handsome?” Carlos asked, voice just as sleepy and warm as the rest of him. TK wanted so badly to not leave.
But the memory of Prof. Blake’s academic requirements blared loudly in his head. She would kill him with extra work if he was late to the first day.
“I’m so sorry, but I have a class at 8, and my professor is a hard ass,” he said, trying to be as apologetic as possible.
For some reason, Carlos sat up in bed. “Oh shit, so do I,” he said, jumping up to grab a pair of boxer-briefs.
He was kind enough to give TK an extra toothbrush but TK still needed to grab coffee, so he just pushed a kiss against Carlos’ lips and took off for campus.
He had to actually skip coffee so he would make it in time for the class, and his whole body and brain were screaming at him by the time he got in the room. Paul and Marjan were already seated, and Mateo was making his way over. TK walked over and dropped in the chair so gracelessly, he almost tumbled off, only saved by Marjan’s quick hand on his sweatshirt.
“Walk of shame, Strand,” Marjan said, a smirk firmly on her face. “I’m astounded.”
“All’s fair in war, Marwani. Now pay up,” he said, a smirk of his own aimed at her. Marjan’s smirk dropped, and she glared as TK stared at Bilal walking up to sit in front of their row. Who said TK couldn’t do a good deed, and be dicked six ways to Sunday. The next five minutes were an exercise in sheer delight, watching Marjan steel herself, play with her scarf for a full thirty seconds, and then finally tap Bilal on the shoulder.
“Hey Marwani,” Bilal turned, with a smile that had turned TK’s stomach upside down back in freshman year. Now he was happy to sit back and watch his best friend work her magic.
“So hey, I was thinking,” Marjan started, voice oddly high. “Watchu doin on Friday?”
Bilal’s jaw almost dropped. “Are you…asking me out?”
Marjan’s shoulders immediately rose, and TK saw Paul move forward at the same time he did. If they had to beat up a really good looking guy for insulting his best friend, TK was ready to throw down.
“What if I was?” Marjan said.
Bilal threw his head back and laughed. “I have been trying for three whole years to get the courage to ask you out. But you beat me to that too.” His smile was brighter than the sun, and both TK and Paul slumped back in their chairs. TK was never going to let Marjan forget that giggle that came out of her as a response. He elbowed her, knowing how happy she was, and knowing they were absolutely going to be discussing her date plans.
Dr. Blake walked in at exactly seven fifty nine am, and the resulting commotion lay an end to the most satisfying morning scene. Dr. Blake walked up to the front of the class, and started the projector, sharing her laptop screen and tacking on her lapel mic.
“Welcome back seniors,” she started. “All of you should know the drill of this class by now, so I won’t bore you by going over the details again. But there’s one change I want to talk about today.” She moved to stand in front of the class. “You all know Nancy has moved back to New York to take professorship at NYU.” A few boos echoed at the name, and Dr. Blake smiled at that. “Yes yes we hate them yanks. But this means I have a new TA, and he’s going to be running everything with an iron fist.” She motions to a figure sitting in the very corner of the front row, and TK can’t help but feel a strong sense of familiarity staring at that profile.
The figure stood up to turn and wave at the class. TK felt the blood drain from his entire face, and from the Marjan had clutched his arm in a death like grip, he wasn’t the only one shocked.
“Say hello to your new TA, Carlos Reyes, everyone,” Dr. Blake said.
TK was fucked.
#responses#anonymous#911 lone star#tarlos#my fic#my writing#tarlos fic#tk strand#carlos reyes#marjan marwani#marjan x oc#idk I hope you like it#Anonymous
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»»—— "𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴" 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘻 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 ——««
- character: hatz
- series: tower of god
- genre: still fluff (I can’t write angst for this guy he’s too cute)
- “Fireworks” hatz x reader one shot
- tower of god minor character week day #2
- (author’s note: ok this is a pretty long fic so ill put it under the cut, hatz is one of my favourite characters lmao anyways enjoy^^)
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31 December, 11:30pm
Shibisu decides that it is a good idea to throw a massive party on the last day before New Year’s. Almost everyone you know is there, the crowd is overwhelming but you manage to find your small group of friends at the corner of the living room
“Cheers!”
A chorus of voices makes its way to your ears as you walk over to your friends.
“Hey guys”
You cross your legs and sit down next to the infamous princess and your best friend, Androssi.
“Y/n! Took you long enough to get here.”
Androssi says as she hands you a drink
You wink at her while receiving the drink from her
“Maybe I was trying to impress a certain someone.”
“You act like you have the guts to even talk to him”
Shibisu teases you while smirking
Your face flushes red, knowing that you won’t even try to make a move on him. The embarrassment you feel makes you gulp down the entire beverage in one go.
“WoAh nOt So fAsT-“
Androssi’s shocked tone makes you giggle as she pulls the cup away from your hands.
“He’s at the balcony, came here just to watch the fireworks.” Shibisu mocks him then proceeds to take a sip from his drink.
You open your mouth to say something but it’s replaced with a loud burp which makes your friends laugh.
After a few minutes and a couple rounds of games your face slowly starts to feel heated.
“Y/n how are you feeling, after chugging down that drink in one go?”
You say nothing and just smile at Shibisu. The bubbly drink makes your skin feel hot, not even the air-conditioned room can cool you down. You resist the urge to take off the jacket you wore when Androssi suggest it.
Truth be told, when deciding on what to wear to the party, you wanted the pretty black dress you wore underneath the jacket to be seen by Hatz.
“Childish idea-“
“Like always, Androssi”
“Childish is an understatement, Isu”
“Stop grinning Anaak you look like a clown. As I was saying why don’t we all give ourselves a dare, and let everyone decide on someone to actually do it.”
“Alright I dare you to make me get the number of the female cashier at the floor below us.”
“Laaaaaaaaameeeeee”
You con’t keep a straight face and crack up at your friend’s crazy antics. When it was your turn to speak, a sudden surge of bravery,
no
it was probably stupidity that came over you.
“Okay okay I have a good one. I dare you to give me someone to kiss by midnight.”
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“NOT HIM NOT HIM NOT HIM.”
Regret instantly piles up inside of you as soon as the words leave your mouth
You frantically flail your arms as your friends all starts to tease you.
“Awh my Y/n became bold all of a sudden”
“Stop it Isu, that’s not going to happen.”
“Hey no take backs now Y/n.”
“Yeah we all know how much you want to- OuCh”
You elbow Androssi, the shade of red on your cheeks seem more obvious now.
Awkward thoughts of being alone with your crush flood through your mind. You can’t even talk to him properly, much less confess your feelings and kiss him.
“Don’t you want to know how he feels? You’ve been obsessing over Hatz for a year now.”
You stood up and take a deep breath before removing your jacket. Your cheeks redden with embarrassment as you hear your friends hyping you up.
“Don’t think too much, just goooo!”
“THAT’S OUR Y/N GO GET EM- oUCh- what was that for?”
-
“Hey.”
The unamused look on Hatz is replace with a small smile as he sees you coming towards him.
“Uh, hi.” you shyly waved
“OKaY act cool, calm down Y/n it’s just Hatz, alone, with you, on the balcony, don’t panic… more importantly don’t tell him how good he looks and don’t stare into his eyes and don’t-“
“Are you okay?”
“Oh yeah, just had a couple of drinks with the others.” Your mind spins as you try to spark a conversation between you and your crush.
“I supposed everyone told you how good you look tonight?”
“Well, technically you are the first one.”
Hatz raises his eyebrows while slowly nodding his head
“My pleasure.”
A k w a r d
You clear you throat and attempt to start a conversation
“So…why didn’t you go inside for the party?”
“I came to watch the fireworks.”
“Care to elaborate?”
“I was about to.”
“Oh. Carry on then.”
You felt like face palming yourself
“Well that was stupid and this was a bad idea.”
“My younger sibling loved watching them.”
“You have a younger sibling?”
“Two actually, a sister and a brother.”
His expression turns softer and more affectionate talking about his siblings, you wishe he could look at you that way, look at you like you’re someone he loves with his whole heart.
“How about you? Do you like watching fireworks?”
He motions his hands for you to come over, then he leans on the railing, smiling as he answers your question.
“I do, but enough about me. Do you like them?”
You stand beside him, hands holding on the railing
“I’ve grown to like them. Each of them in a different but unique pattern, much like us.”
The both you of stay silent as you feel the light breeze brushing your cheeks. It was a beautiful moment, the moon light gleams as the stars shine. Just you and Hatz on the balcony together, enjoying the view.
Loud voices from the room voices makes you realise that your friends were counting down to the dawn of a brand new year.
“FIVE”
With each passing second your heart beats faster than ever,
“FOUR”
You turn your head towards Hatz while taking a deep breath
“THREE”
Thousands of scenarios flash through your mind as you think of how this situation will go
“TWO”
Your legs are practically shaking, you lightly tap his shoulder as he turns his head towards you
“ONE!”
You lean in and softly press your lips against his
“HAPPY NEW YEAR!
You pull away at that instant,
“I’m sor-“
before you could apologize Hatz has his hands on the back of your head, pushing your lips towards him once again.
The kiss the both of you share is fiery and passionate, all the emotion you have bubbled up for so long pours into that kiss.
The bubbly drink you had makes you feel even warmer as your blood rushes to your face, painting it a shade of pink.
When he finally pulls away, the sound of exploding fireworks and your friends cheering were muffled as you sink into your own thoughts.
“You... you kissed me back.”
Hatz’s uses his right hand to run through his hair, cheeks slightly flushing pink.
“Y/n, this is quite a way to start the new year. Why don’t we make this a permanent tradition?”
He playfully pats your head as you slowly take in what happened at that very moment.
Of course you say yes.
Hatz’s grin is hard to miss as you lean your arms on the railing, you watch as flames dance through the night. Hatz stood next to you and places one hand on your shoulder and another on the railing.
Vivid lights brighten up the dark night sky, you seem never notice how Hatz’s eyes were never on the bright, magical lights, they were always on you.
#tower of god hatz#tog#tower of god writing#hatz#tower of god fic#hatz x reader#tog fic#tower of god one shot#Tower Of God#kami no toa#hatsu#tower of god hatsu#hatsu x reader#bgcharaweek
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Why you don’t prank Alan while he’s asleep: Part 2
Okay, I'm glad you guys enjoyed that first bit, here's the second bit to the fic XD I hope you guys enjoy!
(First bit)
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A flood of angry words, overlapping the other, was what met the panicked older brother. "Gordon was-" "Alan just hit-" "ghost! He was pretending to be a ghost!-" "baseball bat-!" "How was I supposed to reac-" "by not hitting me, maybe?!"
"You're the one that was standing over me in a ghost costume!" Alan yelled at Gordon, his hands balled into fists as this side. "What the heck, dude!?"
"It's was a joke-" "Didn't feel like a joke to me-" "Well maybe if you didn't hit me-"
"Enough!" Scott commanded with a yell, his voice silencing the argument between the two blonds, who were staring at their big brother with wide, startled eyes.
Scott looked exhausted, dark circles under his eyes. Eyes which were looking at them with a 'I am so done with this nonsense' look. "It's three in the morning guys, you both should be asleep…"
"I would be asleep if it wasn't for this-" "hey! I was just playing a harmless prank, you're the one that got the baseball bat out!" "Because you were hovering over me with a freaky ghost costume!"
Alan was on his tiptoes as he glared at Gordon, a couple inches short from staring Gordon in the eyes. Scott groaned, his hand covering his eyes with an all suffering sigh.
"I take Gordon, you take Alan?" Virgil, who had joined Scott at the bedroom door while the two blonds had been arguing, asked Scott, who was really starting to look like a man that needed sleep desperately...
Who knew how long the guy had been up for?
Scott dropped his hand to his side, a flicker of relief in his eyes as he nodded in agreement, "Sure…"
Virgil strived towards Gordon and Alan, who had started arguing again. Alan was a mix of pissed off, upset and tired, the kid really was not happy with his blond twin tonight, that was for sure...
Though Gordon wasn't exactly happy either, being hit with a baseball bat will do that to a person, but he had been asking for it…honestly, the prank was doomed to go wrong from the beginning...
"Okay, that's enough for tonight Gordon, come on…" Virgil said as he lifted Gordon over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, the strawberry blond's eyes widening as he was suddenly facing the ground.
"Ahhh! Virgil! Put me down!" Gordon cried out in outrage, wiggling to get out of Virgil's hold, to no avail. Virgil had started walking out of the room, acting like throwing your younger brother over your shoulder was a completely normal thing to do, completely ignoring Gordon's pleas. "What the fuck!? Let me go!"
"Nope, no can do..." Virgil answered nonchalantly, though there was a hint of glee in his voice. "As IR's medic, it's my job to make sure all my colleagues are in tip-top condition, so we're going down to the infirmary to get you checked out…"
"Infirmary?" Gordon gasped in horror, his struggles to get out of Virgil's hold reigniting once again with a more desperate edge to it. "No, not the infirmary! I'm fine! Let go!"
Scott and Alan watched from Alan's bedroom doorway as Virgil descended the stairs with Gordon in toe, the blond whining non-stop, having given up trying to get out of his brother's hold.
“Virrrrgggggiiiil! Let me goooo…”
TBC...
#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds fanfiction#thunderbirds#alan tracy#scott tracy#virgil tracy#gordon tracy
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hey I was wondering if you could do 51+jerejean from the list please? I absolutely adore your writing
hi wow thank you!! here you goooo
(p.s. this isn’t set in the Exy-verse)
fic meme 1-100: jerejean + 51. “What the hell are you wearing?”
send me a pairing (preferably from aftg/trc, but you can send me anything) and a number and i’ll write you a drabble (1-50) (51-100)
It started out as a day like any other - Jean would come to work, sit at his workspace (yes, he did refuse to call it his ‘desk’ - he wasn’t some unoriginal, boring person), and, with the rest of Palmetto Creative Solutions Group, do what they did best: create.
Now, Jean was poring over this latest offer, from some restaurant down on 5th. They wanted a promotional campaign for their latest revamp attempt - seeing as how they weren’t doing very well to begin with, Jean silently weighed the pros and cons of saying yes to this.
“Working hard, I see.”
“Yes, Jeremy, go away.”
“You’re not usually this rude.”
“Well. Today I am,” Jean shifted in his office chair, flipping to the next page of the proposal. Never mind the fact that he did find Jeremy cute. Work never waited for anyone. And he was definitely not the type to put work on hold to ogle at some man.
Three years in, he still was very amazed at the audacity of some of their potential clients to belittle their work, however subtly.
A month’s worth of certificates? For sure, you assholes can offer us something better.
Jeremy put his hands on Jean’s desk. “I just wanted to ask your opinion.”
“Yes, you’re being unbearable.”
He heard Jeremy sigh. “Look up for some context, maybe?”
Rolling his eyes, Jean set the proposal aside, and looked up.
And, well, he had to interlace his fingers and put up his elbows on his table to steady himself. He tried his best to not let his amusement show.
“I–” Jeremy put both his arms up, gesturing to his entire ensemble. He grinned.
Well, ‘ensemble’ was one way to put it. Jean, at the moment, was currently finding the right word that would fit.
“What do you think?” Jeremy twirled, allowing a bit of a laugh to escape from Jean’s mouth. “Hey. It’s not that bad.”
“What the hell are you wearing?” Jean asked, standing up and going around his desk to face Jeremy completely.
For Jeremy was wearing the most ridiculous dog onesie Jean had ever seen. Jeremy had his tongue lolling out, and he was panting and tilting his head a little to emulate a dog. It was a beagle, with big brown eyes, a bright blue collar, and a white underbelly.
Well. On Jeremy, it really was just a belly.
“Allison said it would be a nice execution for some stunt we need to pull for the local dog shelter,” Jeremy replied, mimicking the way a dog would excitedly lift his paws up. “Apparently they need to look less of a threat and more of… something that would actually benefit the community.”
“You look like you’re going to a children’s party,” Jean remarked, petting Jeremy’s head. He scratched him behind the ears. He tried to ignore the way Jeremy leaned a bit into the touch.
“Glad to see at least one person here acknowledges I’m cute enough for children to look at,” Jeremy replied, putting up more of his hood.
“Hah. Children would ambush you and you wouldn’t be able to leave the party unscathed.”
“It wouldn’t be so bad. I like kids.”
Making a not bad face, Jean went back behind his table and sat back down. Crossing his arms, he said, “Kidding aside, you look absolutely ridiculous.”
Jeremy leaned forward to look Jean more in the eye, and then he said, “Well, I probably don’t look that bad to you, since everyone else here barely batted an eye and you were the only one who was overly critical.”
“W-well, I mean,” Jean stammered, and Jeremy smiled playfully.
“…pfsh. It’s for the art, Knox.”
Jeremy stood up straight and laughed. Lifting a paw up, he said, “Whatever. I’m going to go be a mascot for a few hours. Text me if anyone here’s buying drinks later tonight.”
And then Jeremy was off, leaving Jean very much flustered, and even more so lost in whatever he was doing. Exhaling shakily, he signed a red-inked ‘rejected’ over the printed proposal he was looking at earlier, and began to look at the next one.
#jerejean#jeremy knox#jean moreau#all for the game#aftg#anonymous#answered#aftg fic#myfic#ficmeme100#i'll keep this short okaaaay
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orchid in bloom (ch. 1)
a/n: hey look it’s the todomomo mulan au that everyone seems to want from anyone but me. i didn’t realize that this was a popular thing in the tdmm community until after i pitched the “you fight good” scene to my friend haha.
i have never ever in my life ever posted one of my multi-chapter fics to tumblr. this is usually just stuff i put on ff.net and ao3 w/o telling tumblr. but i’m trying not to be shy in this fandom, so. *teenage boy voice* LET’S GOOOO.
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summary: It was supposed to be simple: visit the matchmaker, meet future husband, and bring honor to the family. But when a cricket ruins Momo's chances of honoring the family with a good match, she decides to do it in the only other way she knows how: disguise herself as a boy and fight in the war against the Huns. Mulan AU.
chapter title: matchmaker
word count: 2,179
T’was a clear summer’s night, yet throughout the land, there was a sense of unease. For months now, there had been rumors of a Hun invasion.
It was on that night that those rumors came true.
A soldier lit fire to the signal.
“Now all of China knows you’re here,” he hissed at the chapped mess standing before him.
The villain leaned in close so that he and the soldier were eye to eye. His raggedy breath reeked of rot, and as he scratched his neck, flakes of dry skin fell to the ground. With wide and bloodshot eyes, he breathed one word that sent chills down the soldier’s spine.
“Good.”
Emperor Nezu paced the throne room floor restlessly. He had awoken in the middle of the night for reasons that even he did not know, and he could not fall asleep again. He feared for the worst, for he only awoke like that when something truly terrible had happened.
His chief advisor, Present Mic, rubbed his eyes and stared at Emperor Nezu with both irritation and exhaustion. “Your Majesty, are you sure that the Huns have arrived tonight? After all, the last time you were up like this, all that ended up happening was a three minute deviation from your normal breakfast time.”
Nezu folded his little paws behind his back and faced his advisor with a very grave expression. “Present Mic, you are my most trusted advisor. You have served me for many, many years. Ever since you were old enough to hold a brush, you have been a part of my palace staff, taking inventory and keeping scribe of all the ins and outs of all the little people in the home. And now, here you are, living up to your self-given name. You give commands—”
Fortunately, it was at that exact moment that the renowned general Endeavor burst into the room, effectively cutting off the emperor before he could really get into the groove of his ramblings. “Emperor Nezu!” he cried. “The Huns have managed to break through the North.”
The tiny, animalian ruler nodded his head. “So I feared.” For once, he did not meander with his words.
“There are no surviving witnesses yet, but it is assumed that they are being led by Shigaraki. I come only to tell you that I will be rallying my army and marching out at once to defeat him.”
At this, Emperor Nezu shook his head. “First, you must grow your numbers. I shall have draft notices posted throughout the land. Call up reserves and acquire as many new recruits as you possibly can. I fear that this fight will be more than we have anticipated. After all—”
“Forgive me, Your Majesty, but my army is one of your best! I’m sure that we will win without any trouble.”
“Only second best.” Nezu smiled, causing Endeavor’s blood to boil. “Besides, we shouldn’t be taking any chances. All who are able should fight.”
With a scowl, the hotheaded general left the room.
The emperor looked at his advisor and said, “His youngest son is old enough to lead a squadron now, is he not?”
Present Mic nodded. “I can only hope he does not turn out like his father.”
Nezu sighed. “I do too. By the way, that reminds me…”
Momo sighed and played with a single grain of rice out of the many in her bowl. She propped up her chin on her elbow and stared out her room window at the rising sun. Today was the day, the day she knew she was going to fuck up in one way or another.
Today was the day she was to present to the matchmaker and meet her future husband, if all went well. Then she would get married in a few months’ time, bring honor to her family, and live a normal life until she died.
She flicked away the grain of rice with her chopsticks. It wasn’t like she considered getting married and settling down to be a necessarily demeaning end, but it sounded so unfulfilling. She still had so much more to learn and do!
She turned her attention back to her rice bowl. After popping a tiny amount of rice into her mouth, she put the chopsticks down and left her room. The maid would get the rice while she was gone.
She walked over to the family shrine, where her father was praying to their ancestors. She helped him up when he was finished. He smiled at her and put his hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry about the matchmaker, my child. You are already a wonderful young lady. You will easily bring honor to the family.”
Momo smiled uneasily back at him. Despite being told that for the better part of the last few months, she still found it hard to believe that the matchmaker would be able to find her a husband. She was, at the end of the day, nothing special. What man would want her?
Her father patted her shoulder. “You should go now, otherwise you’ll be late.”
Momo Yaoyorozu truly seemed to be the ideal bride. She was pale and tall and obedient, and she was certainly very pretty. She carried herself with grace, and rarely did she ever speak out of turn. Her interest in the arts only brought out all her fine qualities. Indeed, many of the neighboring families agreed that she was a picture perfect daughter.
“Momo,” her mother said as she carefully brushed her daughter’s hair. “Are you ready for today?”
Momo herself sunk lower into the lukewarm bathwater. “No,” she truthfully said, causing her mother to laugh.
“Don’t worry, my child. You’re already such a wonderful young lady. Just do your best at the matchmaker’s, and you will surely bring honor to us all.”
Her grandmother burst into the room. “Futaba, what are you doing still brushing that girl’s hair? Her meeting with the ‘maker is in half an hour! Get her out of the tub right now or else she’ll be wrinklier than a prune!”
“Of course, mother!” Momo’s mother yelped, quickly detangling the last few snarls and helping Momo out of the tub.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Momo, your mother never was the best at time management,” Grandmother Yaoyorozu said as she helped Momo into her dress. “I’m so sorry that we have to rush you now, but don’t worry. If your mother was able to pass through the matchmaker’s hands into her husband’s, then surely you, the wonderful little blossom you are, will be able to do it without a problem. Even if you were rushed.” She patted her granddaughter’s cheek.
Momo could only nod as the older women put on her makeup and did her hair. A feeling of unease was rapidly growing in the pit of her stomach. Everyone was telling her she’d be able to bring honor to the family with both hands tied behind her back, but all that it was doing was making her nervous.
“Hey, hey now,” her grandmother said softly as she popped an apple into Momo’s mouth. “If it makes you feel any better, I found a cricket this morning, and something tells me it’s a lucky one.”
Momo nodded. Her mother gave her one final once-over as her grandmother tied the cricket cage to her waist.
“Oh! And one laaast thing,” her grandmother said, hurriedly fetching a calligraphy brush and ink stone. Momo winced at her grandmother’s terrifyingly strong old lady grip as the old woman very carefully, very beautifully wrote the characters for honor and prosperity on her forearm.
“There,” the old lady said with a smile. “Now you’re truly ready. Aoyama will love you.”
Momo inspected the wet characters drawn on her arm. A little shaky, but still beautiful. She only had to hope that it dried before she could accidentally soil her sleeves.
With smiles on their faces, both women sent her outside to join the other girls waiting to meet the matchmaker.
Momo silently prayed for luck, for honor, as she joined the train of brides-to-be.
The sun beat down upon Momo’s paper umbrella as she waited for what felt like hours before the matchmaker’s house to be called upon. She was going to be a bride. She was a perfect porcelain doll, seated upon a shop owner’s shelf, ready to be sold to whomever deemed her beautiful and affordable enough.
The door burst open, and the apparent matchmaker stepped out. Momo couldn’t see him, but he already sounded like the most extra person ever.
A scroll was snapped open in the most dramatic way possible. “Momo Yaoyorozu?” the matchmaker singsonged.
Without a word, she stood up, closed her umbrella, and walked up to the matchmaker, a strange, blond man who seemed to sparkle. Aoyama, was it? She bowed in greeting, and with a smug smile and a curt nod, he let her in.
“So, Miss Yaoyorozu,” Aoyama said as he whipped out a brush and scroll, “Please recite the final admonition.”
“Fulfill your duties calmly and respectfully,” Momo recited as she pulled out a fan, but in the process, she accidentally loosened the latch on the cricket cage. “Reflect before you act. These things shall bring you honor and glory.”
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the cricket take its chance and bounce away, but with the matchmaker’s eyes trained on her at all times, she didn’t want to take the risk of failing her exam by catching him.
“Veeeery good, Miss Yaoyorozu!” the blond man crooned, strutting around Momo in a circle, observing her from all angles. “It’s nice to know that you’re living up to my expectations.” With a pleased sigh, the blond man knelt down at a table and gestured to the teapot and teacups sitting upon it. “Now, be a dear and pour me some tea?” With a smile that looked more self-absorbed than anything else, the matchmaker rested his elbows upon the table and laced his fingers together, watching her intently.
Momo obediently knelt down and took the teapot.
“If you’re to impress your future in-laws, you must be able to show grace! Poise! And dignity! All while merely pouring a simple cup of tea.” With every word he said, Aoyama struck a different ridiculous and dramatic pose, to the point where Momo was so distracted that for a moment, she missed the teacup.
“Ahhh…” a teeny-tiny voice sighed, and she looked down at the teacup in alarm to find the lucky cricket relaxing in the scalding tea. Hurriedly, Momo filled the cup and gave it to herself, immediately starting on a fresh one for Aoyama when—
“Tsk, tsk, Miss Yaoyorozu! As the server, you should be the last person to receive your drink,” he reprimanded, reaching for the tea himself.
“My apologies, sir, but there’s—”
“Nope! No excuses, Miss Yaoyorozu. And how dare you talk back to me!” Aoyama exclaimed as he succeeded in getting the tea. He sniffed it delicately and sighed. Momo felt her stomach sink as he began to take a sip…
…and promptly spilled the whole thing on himself with a shriek upon seeing the cricket within. Momo covered her ears and got up. Just in time, too: the matchmaker scrambled to his feet and knocked over the table— fortunately, Momo managed to snatch the teapot before it hit the ground— causing formerly barely-alive coals to burst into flame on the floor.
“You dare put a cricket in my tea??” Aoyama demanded, taking a threatening step forward, only to step on the fire that he had somehow not noticed. He yelped in pain.
With no idea what to do, Momo whipped out her fan again and tried to blow it out, only to make it worse instead. Panicking, she snatched up the still-alive cricket and shoved him back into the cage and turned her attention back to the matchmaker.
He snatched the teapot from her hands and extinguished the flames with the remaining liquid inside. Fuming, he took a step towards Momo, and terrified, she took a step back.
“So not cute!” he cried as she crashed into the door. “Not only do you try to poison me with a nasty little insect in my drink—” he slammed open the door, and Momo took a further step outside, into everyone’s view. “But you also set fire to my home!” Everyone present winced.
Momo took one terrified look backwards, and her eyes met with her mother’s hurt ones. Guilt and shame immediately built up in her gut, but there was no time to think about it.
Aoyama snatched the fan out of her hand and threw it down in a rage. “You terrible little wretch! You may look like a bride, and it may seem that you act like one, but you will never, EVER be one!” Furious, he stormed away.
Faintly, Momo could hear him call for a Miss Itsuka Kendo, but she wasn’t truly listening. Her mother immediately put a protective arm around her daughter as the latter tried very hard not to cry.
#todomomo#hi i'm a trainwreck!! and totally not used to putting my stuff on tumblr!!!#this and chapter two are expositional but don't worry the pacing slows down and the plot diverges from disney's mulan p early on#also note how i specified disney's mulan. after a bit of rabbithole research i found some accidental similarities#between the original legend and some differences i have planned for later down the line#also tell aoyama i'm sorry for doing this to him bc he is the matchmaker and he loses his temper and i'm sorry sparkle boy you're a good one#i'm actually mostly writing this for that ''you fight good'' line which i actually already have written down along with many many k of words#i'm in too deep with this au and i will see it to the end if it's the last thing i do. y'all should expect weekly thursday updates.#i need a writing tag....... hmmmmm......#the flower is not a-writing#that should be substantially confusing for everybody. time to find all my old writing and retag it
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I’m Back. This was supposed to be posted a few hours ago as a birthday fic here, but I fell asleep. Now that the semester is done, I have all of the time in the world to write fics and draw klance and what not. Thank you @raythenerdyfangirl for being my beta. Enjoy :)
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Keith opens the door to Lance’s apartment with ease. It reminds him to talk to Lance about constantly leaving the main door unlocked. It’s not going to be the first time that Keith talks to him about this. He leaves his bag and shoes by the couch and explores the tiny apartment. Keith hears the water running somewhere and walks towards the sound.
“Lance, where are you?” Keith yells out.
“I’m in the bathroom” Lance yelled back. The water was filling the tub so Lance decides to come out the bathroom and to the bedroom to pick out a bath bomb for tonight. Keith just so happens to walk into the bedroom to see Lance setting both a pile of clothes and a box full of bath products on the bed.
“You really need to stop leaving the main door unlocked Lance.”
“And why is that, Freckles?” Lance walks to Keith and gives him the tightest hug for a minute and loosen his grip but allowed his arms to dangle from Keith's shoulders.
“I really don’t want to walk into your apartment with all of your stuff taken.”
“Don’t worry, the only valuable thing in the place is the laptop and the TV.”
“Lance, I got you that laptop for your birthday. I would be in a piss poor mood if that was taken.” Lance thinks about what Keith said for a minute. “It took too many hours of me in hell for that to get taken.” Lance snorts.
“Okay, I’ll lock my door from now on. I should give you a spare later” Keith sighs.
“Thank you. What is that anyway?” Keith points to the shoebox full of balls and begins to peer over with curiosity.
“These” Lance picked up a red ball “are bath bombs.” Before Keith could ask another question Lance filled him in “You put them in the water and it basically turns the water to that color and it smells nice.”
“Oh, that’s cool. Is that from Lush?”
“Obviously. Why do you ask?”
“I work at Lush in the Balmera Mall, ”Lance's eyebrows hit the ceiling. He turns Keith around to face him.
“Since when do you work at Lush?” Keith begins to open his mouth but Lance continues “Even better, how do you NOT know what is a bath bomb if you work in Lush?”
“I just don’t... I work as a cashier because some of the products actually fucks with my asthma.” Lance starts to really look at Keith and checks over his face to see if that was really him or some imposter.
“Then why work at a place where you KNOW it will make your asthma act up? Do you even use a mask when you’re working? How are you still walking amongst the living?” Lance did a few laps around Keith before he pokes his forehead.
“I need the money for both of our art supplies. Plus, because of you, I actually take three puffs of this every day before I walk into lush hell.” Keith pulls out an inhaler from his pocket and waves it in Lance’s face. “Anywho, which ones do you have?” Lance began to give out a gleaming smile before giving Keith a rundown of what he has, likes and wants to buy or in deep need of.
“So which one should I use?” From the looks of it, Lance popped Keith out of his little reverie because he gives Lance a confused look. Lance waved his hand in Keith’s face and guided his eyes to the shoe box. “Can you pick one for me.” Keith’s eyebrows pinched together before picking up the purple ball that was littered with stars.
“This one.” He puts the star decorated bath bomb in Lance’s hands.
“I figured that you’d pick this one. This one is named Twilight and it acts as a sleep reliever.” Lance began to walk back to the bathroom to see that there was enough water in the tub. Lance turned off the faucet and slowly dropped the Twilight ball into the tub. Keith stood behind Lance and watched the bath bomb disintegrate in a light shade of purple before moving into a darker shade of indigo. Lance would always enjoy the scent of lavender that slowly ebbs out of the ball and filled the bathroom. Lance looked back to see that Keith had left his side and moved into the hallway to sit down. Lance walked towards him and crouched down with concern.
“Are you okay? Is your asthma acting up?” Lance asked him.
“Yeah, I’m okay, and surprisingly it's not acting up. I left so that I wouldn’t test my luck.” For a short second, it felt like there is another underlying reason for his actions. That is tucked and buried within the asthma one. Lance decides to ask him later on about that.
“Oh, then would you like to join me in this bath?” Lance could see one of his eyebrows perk up.
“I just said that I don’t want to test my luck. Plus, your tub isn’t big enough for the both of us.” Well, Keith is right about the tub. It’s tiny and was not made to hold the both of them, but Lance really wanted him to be with him in the tub. Keith genuinely looks both stress and tired from his classes and Lance would love for Keith to at least relax with him.
“We can try to fit?” Lance gave him an unsure, but pleading look. Keith takes it in for a few seconds before giving up.
“Fine, just let me get a few things and take a few puffs of my inhaler and I’ll join you.” He gets up and walks into my room. Lance raised my fist in the air and gave a good shake at it.
Lance begins to strip and ease himself into the light purple colored water. At this point of his life, Lance felt at ease. All of the stress from college, work, and life had begun to float away with the lavender scent that wafted the bathroom. Lance almost dozed off when he heard a knock at the door. The door opens to Keith carrying some clothes and a towel that appears to be Lance’s.
“Are those mine?” Lance questioned.
“Yes, if you have a problem with that because I can return them.” Lance shook his head.
“NO, no, no, NOPE, no problem.” Lance quickly replied to him. Keith places his set of clothes next to Lance’s and begins to strip. Lance turned his head. Lance doesn’t even know why he did but it felt odd to see his naked state. They have been dating for a while and this is still awkward and new to him. Lance felt the water dip and looks up to see Keith in the tub, but at the other side with his hands on top of his knees. Lance also sees that his hair is in a high ponytail and an Alice band holding back his bangs. Lance gave him a look.
“What? I don’t want my hair getting wet.”
“But this is a bath it’s going to get wet regardless.” He shrugs. “Plus, why are you over there come over here.”
‘I dunno. Are you okay with me being that close to you?”
“Keith.”
“Yes, Lance?”
“We have been dating for at least three weeks now. Why wouldn’t I be okay with this? Plus, I invited you to the tub. Unless you are uncomfortable with all this?” Lance began to feel all of the dread pour all over him. ‘Of course, Keith didn’t feel comfortable in here’ Lance thought and it doesn’t help that he pushed him to do something that he didn’t want. It looks like Keith could sense the oncoming fear that Lance was about to drown himself in because he began to speak up.
“No, it's just that this is all so new to me.” Keith gave Lance his hand and gave a small tug on his arm. Keith begins to move slowly towards Lance to close the gap between them. Keith manages to place his back on Lance’s chest with ease. The water was still warm and some of it began to spill out to the floor. There was too much water in the tub for both of them but they fit very comfortably in the small space. The scent of lavender began to take Lance away once again and almost dozed off when Keith finally broke the silence.
“This feels so surreal.”
“What does?”
“This” He makes a small circle with his finger. “It still feels like yesterday when we met in Garrison Valley. One minute we were like and I quote from you ‘sworn enemies in the art of game designing’ to being boyfriends and doing domestic stuff like this.” Keith's finger quotes this and Lance giggles softly.
“We even got paired for the same project and boy we hated each other for awhile. Until our grade was more important than our differences.”
“The hilarious thing about that was that I was in the design program, while you were in the developing and design program. You still managed to do both without breaking a sweat. I had high respect for you because it was something I could never do and you seem to do that so easily.” Lance could feel the heat rising from his cheeks when he said that.
“It actually wasn’t easy to do two programs in the same semester. I hated everything that had to do with the developing program because the university made their own code called potted. There was easily so many things that were wrong with it, but I got the class done and when on with all of the other languages.”
“You had Iverson right.” Keith groans at the mention of the name.
“Never again. I swear that professor was just hard headed.”
“Like you?” Keith glares at Lance. “What, it's true.”
“You’re rude, you know that?” Keith pouts as he turns his head around. Lance smiles at that.
“Yes, I know that.” He shrugs before continuing. “Before you know it, we began crapping out all these ideas of doing this and doing that and created a whole game in the fit of our bickering.” Lance’s hand began to intertwine with Keith’s freckled one. Lance raised them and gave them a small peck.
“Hey, at least our bickering got us somewhere.”
“Yeah but we still bicker, but it now all replaced with domestic bickering like who has left the paint water in the mug and such.” Lance gave out a loud groan. Keith had to bring it up.
“Oh come on it was that one time. Let it goooo”
“No, do you know how paint water taste? It's not a pleasant taste.”
“And I’m terribly sorry that I didn’t know you drink out of that mug.” It was silent again. Lance could feel Keith trying to get comfortable in the tub while the water sloshed around. Lance slouched his body forward so that they are both semi laying in the tub. Lance looked at the time on the clock to see 10:00 PM.
“Keith do you want me to take you home or would you rather stay with me for the night. I really don’t want you walking home alone at this time.”
“You’re acting like I can’t handle being alone at night. I can if you were wondering” Lance groans at that.
“You got ambushed walking home a month ago. If I didn’t come running to get my charger for my laptop from you, you would of been on the five o'clock news either for being murdered or murdering someone or both.”
“Like I said” Keith moves his head to face Lance. “I can handle myself outside. There is no need to worry about me.” Lance gives Keith a skeptical look.
“Okay, then let me remind you of the scar on your right shoulder.” He looks down from Lance to stare at his right arm. The lightning flower expanded from the shoulder to the tips of his fingers. Keith covers the larger parts of the fractal scar by putting most of his arm under the bath water. He had received the scar from a lightning bolt earlier in the year. It also put him out of commission for a month and a half because of it. “You still have phantom pains and your arm twitches from time to time.”
“I am ambidextrous for a reason.” The tone of his voice pleaded to change the subject, as much as Lance want to tell him that ‘I worry about you too’. Lance took the bait and steered the convo to a more lighter path.
“That’s probably the reason why you get lost so easily. Mr. No-Sense-Of-Direction.” Lance could feel the eye rolling from the shorter one.
“It was that ONE time and that’s a stereotype, Lance. ”
“Of many, Keith you got lost in a strip mall. You only had to go straight. I’m still confuzzled to this day as too how you ended up in the park.” He groans and slouches himself until his nose was submerged. They continued to bicker for a while. He speaks up again after a while of silence albeit in a whisper.
“I’ll stay here for the night.”
“Okay. You are more than welcome to sleep in my bed.” With that, Keith began to giggle. Lance give a confused look and he turned his head to look at Lance.
“Don’t you mean our bed?”
“True,” Lance said. It was silent again, but it was a comfortable one. It was the soothing lavender that finally took them away from the domestic setting and into a restful sleep.
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