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you’re the one that i want (part 24)

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(part 23) (series masterlist)

it was crazy how long days used to feel during this time just last year, after winer break started and the draining third and forth marking periods of school started.

usually, you’d be crumbling.

working your hardest to maintain your grades while also dealing with a toxic home environment. you loved school because it served as a safe haven away from that but it also drained and exhausted every bit of you.

but four months of your life now passed by unbelievably fast and you were handling everything well, good people around you that made schoolwork just a little more tolerable.

when you were struggling with math, mingi would help you during lunch. if you needed someone to test you with flashcards, yeosang would reward every correct answer with a piece of food. when a particular teacher gave you shit for anything, wooyoung was quick to cause some sort of chaos even if it meant getting detention.

and when everything just got too overwhelming and you never wanted to look at another book again, seonghwa was quick to clear your desk and drag you to bed. lay you down and hold himself above you until you were smiling and giggling as he pecked kisses down your neck.

you think it was solely because of him and the others and your aunt that june came so fast, only two weeks left of school and everyone buzzing with excitement; even with the whines and arguing coming from your lunch table.

“you’re really gonna make us stay in a hotel for the whole summer?” wooyoung asked, looking at seonghwa with distrust and hurt in his eye. “i thought we had fun at your house that time.”

because with only two weeks left of school meant only two weeks left of you and seonghwa commuting back and forth.

of seeing wooyoung, san, mingi and yeosang every day who have really grown to love this dynamic; so much so, they’ve been all but begging to spend the whole summer there with you two.

but to no one’s surprise, seonghwa wasn’t for the idea.

“no, you guys had fun. i was one second away from flinging myself off a fucking cliff.”

“that’s not fair,” san whines.

but the dirty blonde only quirks an eyebrow and asks if it was fair that he had to sleep on the floor on his own bedroom every night. or be rudely woken up and forced to make breakfast. or share his girlfriend and-

“no hotel, you guys could always stay with me,” you interrupt sweetly, a small smile on your face that only widens when you feel seonghwa glaring at you. your head cranes over to look him up and down, a smirk crossing your face as you shrug your shoulders carelessly.

“what?”

“yeah, what?” wooyoung asks, mimicking your higher voice causing you to narrow your eyes at him.

“really? what?” seonghwa asks, annoyance and exasperation in his tone. “i don’t want you burning my girlfriend’s house down, that’s what.”

“girlfriend, this. girlfriend, that. we all know you have a girlfriend, okay.”

“what? girlfriend? i don’t have a girlfriend.”

everyone’s heads snap to the side when a new voice stammers those words out, yeosang finally arriving and standing there looking incredibly panicked and guilty.

it makes you in particular cock an eyebrow, the other boy’s “where the hell did you come from” and “we know you loser,” quickly turning back into whines and protests to seonghwa.

but for the the rest of lunch, you could only focus on how...odd yeosang is acting.

peeking at you every now and then before smiling awkwardly, checking his phone and trying to hide his smile, needing mingi or san to repeat themselves several times because he just seems so dazed and out of it.

when lunch ends, seonghwa is quick to stand up and grab your hand as per your usual walk to class together. but you take your hand from his hold and place it on his arm, standing up on your tippy toe to peck his cheek.

“can you go without me?” you ask softly, using a voice you know will always get him. “i wanna talk to yeosang for a second.”

“oh?” he mumbles, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear casually. “what about?”

“i don’t know, he was acting strange,” you say quietly, turning to see him gathering his stuff and checking his phone once more. “i wanna make sure he’s okay.”

the dirty blonde looks to yeosang and hums quietly, looking over his friend who meets his gaze.

“what?”

“why are you being a weird fuck?”

“seonghwa!” you squeal, smacking his chest before quickly ushering him away.

he lets out a loud chuckle before squeezing your hand once more, telling you he’ll meet you at the end of the period and meeting yeosang’s middle finger with one of his own.

“your boyfriend’s such a dick.”

a small smirk crosses your face as you shrug, looking the boy over with a suspicious look in your eye. a look that he catches and turns an endearing but humorous shade of red because of.

“why are you looking at me like that?”

“because i think you got yourself a girlfriend,” you say, poking his arm as you two walk through the crowded, bustling hallways. he lets out a scoff before bumping into you, remembering to be gentle;

because the last time he did that, you smacked into a wall and he paid for it dearly - curtsey of seonghwa’s fist in his stomach.

“what makes you say that?”

“just a vibe,” you say, the sweet smile on your face morphing into a teasing one when he raises an eyebrow. “and you’re little ‘who me? i don’t have a girlfriend!’ was the icing on the cake, really.”

he stares blankly at you causing you to giggle, shrugging your shoulders as you promise you won’t tell anyone if that’s the case.

and it takes a little bit of persuading, just a pout on your lips before you remind him how mean he was to you when you first met for good measure.

“that’s not fair,” he sighs out, a smirk on your face as you shrug your shoulders.

and just as you knew you would, you find out he’s been seeing a girl for a few months. that they’re not official or serious, only having been on a few dates but enough time for him to really like her.

“she kind of scared the shit out of me at first,” he laughs out and you have to suppress the squeal threatening to leave your lips at the sappy look on his face. “she still kinda does but she’s also really fucking cool. i don’t know, i just like her.”

and once he sees the bright smile on your face, he knows he made a grave mistake.

“but don’t tell those shitheads yet, i wanna ask her out first.”

“oh? when you are going to? today? oh, my gosh and how?” you squeal excitedly, the initial budding of a romance something that always makes your heart soar. but it proves to only make yeosang roll his eyes, the sound of the bell blaring through the hall saving him.

“perfect timing,” he quips, your arm shooting out to push at him before he rushes down the hallway to his class.

“perfect timing.”

san narrows his eyes at you a few hours later at the cafe, a smirk crossing your face when you see wooyoung wave to you from the window; it’s almost the 6th shift in a row the boy has made him late for but he looks all too pleased with himself.

“he has no shame,” you hum lowly, giggling softly when you see a blush cross san’s face. “and neither do you, apparently.”

“stop,” he whines, hitting you lightly in the arm. “you have to be nice, we only have a few weeks left together here.”

because as much as you love san and this cafe, commuting during the summer would’ve been an absolute nightmare. and his parents had been the ones to suggest it, telling you they would never in a million years fire you but wanted you to enjoy your summer.

“and you can’t do that if you’re trapped in a car ten hours a week,” they said, before taking notes from their son and promptly pushing free cookies and cakes down your throat.

but you’re really gonna miss this place. even if you’re only away from it for a few months, it acted as a safe haven when you really needed one. was one of the only places where you’d have a smile on your face and not feel like your life was falling apart at the seams.

“what do you mean? you guys are staying with me,” you say, looking at him like a confused puppy in a way that makes him smile.

“seonghwa’s not gonna allow that.”

“well luckily, it’s not up to seonghwa. it’s up to me and my aunt.”

san bites the inside of his cheek to hold back his smirk, looking at you with a quirked up eyebrow causing you to mirror his expression.

“what?”

“just keep that energy when he’s around too,” the boy teases before his eyes dramatically bat and his face becomes one of a lovesick teen. “but seonghwa, pleaseee,” he whines, doing a lousy impression of your voice that makes you smack his shoulder.

but your fight and quarreling is quickly interrupted by the uncharacteristically abrupt entrance of bo-ra, the once shy girl coming out of her shell a little bit more everyday.

you were happy you were able to keep your friendship with them despite the fact they were at different school, always having at least two customers a day who you could guarantee would make you and san smile.

“you guys will never believe this.”

and right when bo-ra tells you jojo has been seeing a boy for a few months now, you almost don’t believe it. not only because of the crazy coincidence that yeosang, too, has been seeing a girl for the past few months but because it might be jojo.

it almost seemed as if the girl had sworn off any and all high school boys because they are “mean, idiotic assholes who think with the wrong, less impressive head.”

and yeosang being the one to change that perspective? you couldn’t help but laugh at the irony of it all.

how yeosang, at one point, was the exact description of that. how, really, all of them were like that except the sweet blonde throwing his head back in laughter at this information.

“no way, who is he? and what’s wrong with him?”

you both let out a snort and hit the boy playfully, bo-ra putting a finger to her lips as she looks at san chastisingly.

“stop it, they’re coming any second now! i ran ahead because i could not stand to watch them awkwardly bump arms and blush any longer. but act natural. pretend i didn’t tell you. in fact, maybe you guys should act like you don’t even-”

but the second the door rings open, san is up and over to them in a second. he’s so hot in pursuit he doesn’t even realize it’s the familiar brown-haired boy, teasing eyes on jojo as he greets them with a tray of cookies.

“i gotta give it to jojo, i never thought anyone would be able to-”

and it’s at hearing the lowly mumbled “shit,” under his breath that makes san stop talking, snapping his head over to see no other than yeosang looking at him with a half annoyed, half guilty expression.

“yeosang?”

the last two weeks of school for you, and mostly everyone else, were great. the work was light, the teachers were lenient and every single person was in good spirits and anticipating the fun and relaxation that came with summer.

the last two weeks of school for yeosang, however, were...disastrous. because not only was everyone giving him shit for having a girlfriend, they were chastising him for keeping it a secret.

“it wasn’t a fucking secret! i just hadn’t asked her officially yet and i wanted to wait until-”

“we went through this shit before and we’re not about to do it again,” mingi says, whacking the top of the brunet’s head before looking at you and seonghwa. “no offense guys.”

“none taken,” you giggle out as you shake your head, seonghwa rolling his eyes before pulling you into him further. you smile softly against him and meet his gaze, smirking at the look on his face and leaning up to peck his cheek.

it’s a look that only gets more annoyed and tense as the conversation goes into summer, his arm still tightly around you serving as the only thing to keep him grounded and sane.

the same way you’re the only thing keeping him sane now, you in the front seat of his car while wooyoung, mingi, san and yeosang all flail around and hit each other in the back. the trunk is full of suitcases and bags filled enough for two months because, of course, he had lost that battle.

“i’ll definitely be a better surfer, are you fuckin’ nuts?”

“no fucking way, you’re too lanky.”

“well you’re too short! did you stop growing at age eight?”

seonghwa looks over at you, a pained expression on his face at the juvenile conversation in the back and you can only tighten your hold on your intertwined hands.

look down and smile at not only the banter of the boys and your boyfriend’s utter annoyance but the way his hand holds yours so securely.

how they fit together perfectly as you trace your other fingers over the black rings and veins of his hand.

“it’s gonna be fine,” you tell seonghwa softly, surprised he can even hear you despite the chaos in the back. “they could always stay with me if you need a break.”

but he only looks over at you and shakes his head, bringing your hand to his lips before he tightens his hold on you.

“absolutely not, i could never put you through that.”

you let out a snort before wooyoung’s head is directly between you both, his arms on the console and neck snapping back and forth as he begs seonghwa for surfing lessons to prove mingi wrong.

and much to the taller boy’s dismay, wooyoung actually did prove to be the better surfer.

because after only two days of you guys going down to the ocean, seonghwa’s reluctant help in teaching him, though nowhere near as thorough as the lessons he provided last year, proved that the brunet was just somehow naturally gifted at it.

“how does it feel to fucking suck?” wooyoung laughs at mingi, watching the boy roll in clumsily after being knocked by waves. his wet hair’s a mess of tangles and seaweed and yunho can only watch from the beach with a frown on his face.

“he’s trying though,” the tall boy whines to you, a giggle leaving your mouth as you shake your head.

“i know, he really is,” you say, the two of you laughing again as mingi jumps up and tries to dunk wooyoung under water. you two watch as the shorter boy gets away, much to mingi’s annoyance, and he looks at you two with a dejected look.

“come here,” yunho yells down to mingi, his large hand flagging the boy over. but he only lets shake his head and tells him to go there, that he needs his help now and is gonna cry if he doesn’t.

and what mingi wants from the boy, he gets almost immediately. because you don’t know if you’ve ever seen yunho move so fast, rolling your eyes at how easy he gives in before you lay back down and enjoy the warm sun on your skin - but only for a few moments.

because then you feel a familiar pair of arms around you, your eyes shooting open just in time to see you’re being thrown over seonghwa’s shoulder as he’s heads to the ocean. you squeal and hit his back and tell him he better not throw you in but you don’t even have to see him to know there’s a smirk on his face.

he goes in until it’s waist deep before promptly throwing you down, the freezing june water making you squeal out before popping up with a gasp.

“seonghwa!”

“i’m sorry, baby, but i had to,” he whines, circling his arms around your waist. you narrow your eyes but welcome his touch anyway, even jump up and wrap your legs around his hips in a move you’re all too familiar with in this ocean.

“you really didn’t,” you whine softly but he can only kiss your salty lips and you smile against them, meeting the chaste, sweet kiss back immediately. your arms wrap around his neck when his tongue slips in just a little teasingly, pushing yourself further into him and smiling when he pulls back.

“it’s broad daylight,” his deep voice chokes out warningly, your one hand snaking down to trace the lines of his stomach teasingly.

“you started it,” you quip back playfully, trying so desperately to remember there are far too many people around to repeat what happened several times right in this ocean.

but how could you forget? especially with the scoffs and splashing coming from just a few feet away from you.

“hey sickos, i’m pretty sure you can get arrested for that,” yeosang yelps, seonghwa pulling away to sneer at him while you hide your face in embarrassment because he’s probably right.

you can feel the dirty blonde smile against your head as you hide in his neck, seonghwa’s fingers threading through your hair before pulling your face back to look at him.

he can’t help but snort when he sees the pink flush on your cheeks, knowing it’s not from the sun because he made sure to put sunscreen on you before coming down to the beach today.

“did you put on sunscreen?”

your face drops and the guilty look in your eyes causes him to groan. he drops his board and takes the black bag from his back, zipping it open and pulling out a bottle of sunscreen.

“here.”

and you already know better than to refuse, taking it with a wince and quiet “thank you.”

he watches you rub it over your arms and shoulders, feeling your cheeks warm as his eyes stay on you. “did you put some on?” you ask, in an effort to distract yourself from his piercing gaze.

but he only nods his head, picking his board up and dusting off some sand and dirt as his eyes remain on you. you squirt some more on your hand before giving it to him with a grateful smile, rubbing it in and then wiping the excess on your face.

“thank you,” you tell him. “i always forget to put it on which would explain why i’m a little-”

“missed some,” he hums lowly, his hand slowly reaching out so his thumb can rub in the lotion on your cheek.

he does everything so smoothly and nonchalantly while you inhale sharply, your lips parting and watching him with wide eyes. it was the first indication that his touch was gonna be gentle this week, his hands softer than you expected. his eyes meet yours when he pulls his hand back, raising his eyebrow when he sees your face.

“you good?”

yeah, i’m good, you think, i just have a handsome boy touching my face about to put me in cardiac arrest.

he plays the memory over in his head and can’t help but smile, your eyes catching his dazed look along with the softer look in his eye.

“what?” you squeak, cocking your head to the side in confusion.

“nothing,” he says, shrugging his shoulders before tightening his hold on you. “i just love you.”

because he can’t help but think about those times last year, when he was bitter and jaded and so closed off to feeling anything positive. it’d all been a mask, of course, but he’d worn it for so long he didn’t know if he’d ever learn how to be without it.

but that was until he saw you, started everything with you right here in the form of soft, guiding touches that lingered just a little too long and shy looks back and forth that should’ve made him realize this was gonna be the result.

him so easily telling you he loves you, with any and everyone around to hear him say it so surely. biting back a smile and feeling his heart lurch in his chest when your face softens and mouth drops open.

because even though you know he loves you, know that he says it several times a day and means it every time, it’s these random little moments that make your heart flutter the most.

when he’s saying it for no other reason than that he wants you to hear it, that he becomes fully consumed by the feeling just from watching you smile or feeling you against him.

but you still can’t help but blush as you softly tell him you love him too, his skin littered with water droplets and the sun shining behind him so devastatingly familiar and handsome.

your arms tightly wound around his neck before he twirls you around and nearly sends you flying under water, your giggle and seonghwa’s deep chuckle echoing through the salty air.

but it’s quickly cut off by another voice, one much harsher and not so giddy.

“jesus christ,” yeosang grumbles, you and seonghwa snapping your heads over to see him looking at you both. “please don’t tell me i’m gonna look this pathetic.”

“fuck off,” seonghwa snaps. but you can only smack him lightly and look at yeosang with a raised eyebrow, because you’ve actually seen him and jojo together and can confirm they’re just as pathetic as you two.

“of course you do,” you say, your eyes moving back to shore as a small, teasing smile crosses your face. “because look, jojo just got here.”

and the way yeosang’s face brightens and his head snaps to the side is the first indication you’re absolutely correct. his eyes roaming the beach and softly spoken “where is she?” making you feel just a little bit bad for lying.

the girls did, however, make it just a few days later for a weekend trip. yeosang greeted jojo just as pathetically as he feared to look, his arms wrapping around her body and pressing a kiss to her head like they hadn’t seen each other in months.

mumbled that he missed her and how pretty she looked and you had to turn your face into seonghwa’s chest so you didn’t squeal.

it was nice to see them both so vulnerable. when you first met them, they were harsher and colder, with walls not so easy to break down that always made them sneer in the face of love. made them question couples that made it seem like the end of the world when they were apart.

but now, they’re going through that dilemma firsthand with all the other couples, when talk of a girl sleepover and boy sleepover happen, san being looped into the former purely due to bo-ra’s request.

“what, no,” wooyoung whined, arm reaching out to pull the blonde back by the shirt. “he has to be with us. he’s technically a boy.”

“technically?” san asks, snapping his head to the side to look the pouting boy.

"but there’s already too many of you, yunho’s parents will go crazy,” you say, walking over and smacking wooyoung’s hand off the blonde. “and you get to see him all the time. bo-ra and jojo are only here for the weekend.”

“b-but,”

“i’ll be back to you in the morning, drama queen, since i’m only technically a boy,” san says, secretly far too excited with a night away from them; he loves his friends and woo but sometimes they get even a little too crazy for him, having grown used to spending all his time with you.

and of course, you don’t miss your own boyfriend’s reluctance to let you go but can only assure him with a sweet smile and teasing shake of the head before you all run inside and lock the doors.

it takes your aunt all of two seconds to fall in love with your new friends, a spread of dessert and soda in wine glasses (except for her own) keeping you occupied well into the night.

you all laugh until tears are in your eyes and your sides hurt, the boys just a house away hearing the ruckus through the open windows.

“do you think...they’re talking about us?” wooyoung asks seonghwa and yeosang, the dirty blonde rolling his eyes as yeosang’s mouth drops open.

“oh, my god do they do that?” the brunet asks, shock and horror in his voice as both boys turn to look at seonghwa.

the dirty blonde is tapping on his phone before he feels eyes on him, looking over to see his two friends staring at him wildly.

“what is wrong with you guys?”

“let’s sneak over. i can’t take not knowing what they’re laughing about.”

“what if they’re talking about our...”

another loud chorus of giggles and cackles rings through the window and it causes yeosang and wooyoung to shoot away from the window, paranoia quickly creeping up on them.

“shit! they’re they go again. what the hell could be so damn funny?”

“they must be getting details from jojo now,” seonghwa says casually, wooyoung snorting as yeosang’s head snaps to him in outrage.

and while you guys might’ve been talking about them a little, you’d never let them know that. you’d never let them know you actually shared about how sweet and thoughtful they could all be, even given their flaws.

but somewhere between talking and laughing and then going out in the pool, stormy clouds rolled in and before you knew it, rain and thunder was pelting against your window.

blankets and pillows were sprawled out across your aunt’s couch as you all laid there cuddled into one another, san’s head on your foot while your head rested on jojo’s shoulder.

it took one movie to knock them out and then another for last girl, now just you with the darkness and roaring weather outside quickly making you miss the boy next door.

you’d gotten used to having him every night; more often than not, you slept together and woke to one another and now you’re feeling just a little hypocritical for tearing wooyoung and san away from each other so easily.

because you’re quick to sneak away from your three sleeping friends, cover them with blankets and turn of the tv, before sneaking into your room.

one particularly loud crack of thunder causes you to jump, cursing yourself when you check the pockets of your pajamas and realize you forgot your phone downstairs.

“shit,” you mutter under your breath, about to turn around and make your way back down when you hear a knocking on your balcony door.

and then suddenly, your life feels very much so like a horror movie - no means to communicate with anyone, the howling wind and darkness outside, a mysterious knocking at a door that the character is stupidly going to investigate.

but maybe it’s because, somehow, you knew your soaking wet boyfriend was gonna be standing on the other side.

“i texted you,” he says simply, like he’s not standing out in the pouring rain or giving you a mini heart attack.

“you could’ve rang the doorbell!” you whisper-yell, pulling him inside before telling him to stay there. you run frantically around your room for a towel and an extra set of his clothes you ‘borrowed’ before throwing them at him.

“why did you do that, you’re gonna get sick!”

and despite your rush of adrenaline to save him, another crack of thunder causes you to jump and he can’t help the smirk that crosses his face.

“you’re really asking me that?”

“i told you i’m not scared of thunder,” you say surely, taking his wet clothes and hanging them in the bathroom before seeing he made himself quite comfortable in your bed.

it’s upon hearing another boom outside, shaking the house and causing a squeal to leave your mouth, that you quickly scurry in next to him. cuddling yourself into him and resting your head on his chest as he wraps an arm around you tightly.

he smiles against your head and doesn’t comment on the pounding of your heart against him, how any time a loud crack of thunder comes, you cling onto him just a little tighter the way you always do during a storm.

“i’m not scared,” you insist, a deep chuckle leaving his mouth as he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“i know, baby, i just missed you,” he mumbles against your head, bringing your face to his so he can place a kiss on your lips. he tightens his hold on your hair when you deepen it, reach up and part of your mouths before moving up to straddle his hips.

and despite the growing hardness you feel underneath you the more you kiss, he never tries to take it further. you just kiss and giggle and smile against the others mouth until you rest your head back on his chest, the feeling of his hand rubbing your back and softly spoken “i’m here, baby,” lulling to the sleep despite the storm outside.

even though you’ll both be awakening to a different type of storm tomorrow, when wooyoung and yeosang discover seonghwa had snuck out and made his way to the house next door.

(part 25)

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The Unexpected Reward - Chapter 11

Summary: Natsu and Lucy go on a job together, but what they bring home is something neither anticipated. Forced to make a life changing decision, they have to adapt quickly, but that's never easy, especially given the circumstances. As they work together on their toughest adventure yet, they find themselves drawn to one another, in ways they never realised. Nalu/cute/fluff/multi-chapter.

This chapter features mature content.

It'd been a very odd morning, Natsu had never imagined the day after his first sexual experience to be so turbulent. He pictured him and Lucy snuggling up in bed together taking it easy, not her running off and threatening to beat the ever loving crap out of one of their friends, regardless of whether they deserved it or not.

He'd not long made it to the guild when all hell had broke loose. He'd arrived just in time to watch Lucy tackle Cana to the floor, which, thankfully, hadn't ended with either seriously hurt. Lord knows how he'd gathered the courage to separate the two beasts, in the end he'd needed the assistance of not only Gray but Gajeel as well. The bedlam that had ensued was enough to put frighteners on even the great Titania, who luckily hadn't shown her face until after. Natsu cringed at the very thought of her getting involved, that would not have ended well for anyone.

It had been one hell of a clash between the two friends, all that could be heard echoing through the great hall was Cana's maniacal laughter and Lucy's hysterical shrieking. Natsu had to admit, even though he'd been the one to stop her, watching Lucy be a total badass as she elegantly switched between star dresses and the way she held her own was a sure fire way to get his blood pumping. Screw sexy lingerie and skimpy outfits, he'd take watching Lucy fight any day! Maybe he could even get her to use her star dresses in the bedroom? Now there was food for thought and it was making him drool.

Aside from Natsu's kinky thoughts, once he'd managed to pull her off of the card wielder, kicking and screaming he might add, he'd dragged her over to a secluded bench and sat her down, giving her time to take a few deep breaths. Master Makarov had appeared in the main hall not long after, probably to see what all the commotion was about. Sighing in relief to see the building still intact, he'd caught sight of the two mages he'd wanted to see and gestured for them to go with him, not wanting anyone else to follow.

And now here they were, sitting across from the Master who was currently speaking complete gibberish to the baby he'd insisted on holding. Natsu still didn't understand why people did that, it made them look insane! Aside from Lucy that is, she looked adorable when she did it. Haru, seated in the Master's lap, had taken a liking to the poor man's facial hair, tangling his chubby hands into it and tugging, making the old man wince from his strong grip. Even though it was obviously hurting, he couldn't bring himself to stop the chuckling baby, not when the little guy was finding it ever so funny.

"You two are doing a great job at looking after this little man, he's come a long way since the beginning and he's much bigger now too." Makarov told them, but didn't spare either a single glance as he spoke, too preoccupied with entertaining the infant.

"Thanks Master, that means a lot to us." Lucy said, smiling as the youngster continued to giggle at the older man.

"How're you both finding it all? A blue birdy told me you're now living together?" He asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

"Yes, we did a few months ago, Natsu extended his house for us all." Lucy said, looking over to Natsu who grinned at her. "And I think we're getting along just fine. It was a little stressful at first but now I couldn't imagine my life without him." Lucy answered, but she wasn't convinced that the Master had pulled them into the back room just to ask how they were. He could have done that in the main hall.

"Lucy's right, it's awesome! Haru is a great kid and I'm proud to call him my son." Natsu beamed, fisting the air in his enthusiasm.

"That's what I like to hear! You both made a very tough decision with barely any time to really think it through, but you've made the most of it and I know everyone in the guild is really happy for you." The old man uttered.

"Thanks Gramps! Was there something else you wanted us for?" Natsu asked, turning to Lucy to see if she was thinking the same. Was this really all the Master wanted to say to them?

Makarov finally looked up to the two mages who were staring at him curiously and sighed. "I guess it's time to tell you the real reason why I asked you in here. I apologise for the unexpected meeting but I have something of great importance that came for you both and it couldn't wait." He said, sporting a serious expression all of a sudden.

"What is it, Master? You mean like a letter?" Lucy asked, the way his face turned stoic had put her on edge in an instant.

"Yes, I ha-" He stopped, hearing whispering coming from outside the room, "Can you hear that?"

"It's Gray, Erza and Happy standing outside the door." Natsu shrugged like it wasn't news to him, "They've been there the whole time."

The Master rolled his eyes, of course there were eavesdroppers, he should've known. "Well, it's up to you two whether you want them in here or not?"

Natsu looked to Lucy and nodded, if they were that desperate to listen in then they might as well join them. The slayer walked over to the locked door and opened it, revealing the surprised group who stumbled into the room and fell at Natsu's feet. He raised an eyebrow at them as they slowly all made eye contact with him, sheepish grins on all of their faces.

"Oh look, the nosey brigade have arrived!" Natsu said sarcastically, crossing his arms as they all ungracefully stood up, treading on each others feet and clashing heads in the narrow door way. "If you were trying to be quiet, you failed! I could hear you all coming a mile off!"

"Yeah, well, not everyone's a freak like you." Gray spat back, clutching at his head after smacking it against the door handle.

"You're just pissed 'cause you got caught snooping!" Natsu taunted, a smirk splitting his features.

"It was Happy's idea, Flame brain! He was the one complaining that you two had gone off and left him again, so blame him!" The ice mage exclaimed, knocking heads with the fire mage and filling the air with testosterone.

"Hey! Don't blame me, you and Erza were sneaking around after them! This was your idea!" The exceed defended, it wasn't his fault that people kept forgetting about him.

They all continued to squabble for a little longer, trying to pass the blame between Gray and Happy as to why they had followed Natsu and Lucy, stopping only when the Master cleared his throat.

"Um, pardon the intrusion Master, we were just, er… Coming to lend our moral support to Natsu and Lucy." Erza stuttered, unable to come up with a good enough excuse for their eavesdropping.

"Whatever you say, just sit down and keep quiet." Makarov gave an exasperated sigh, these kids were going to be the death of him, along with the rest of the damn guild. They filtered in and quickly sat down where they could around Natsu and Lucy. "Right, now that that's sorted… back to what I called you two in here for." He pulled an envelope out from his stacks of paperwork and slid it across the table. They both looked at the paper curiously and saw clearly written in black ink, 'Natsu Dragneel and Lucy Heartfilia' with the word 'PRIVATE' in large, stamped letters underneath.

"What's this Gramps? It looks kinda important… Is it from the council?!" Natsu began to sweat profusely, thinking back on any times recently where he'd destroyed something, but nothing came to mind. He hadn't been on a mission in months so that couldn't be it. "Have you been destroying things again, Lucy?" He crossed his arms and raised his brow at her, quirking his lips up at her offended, but totally adorable pout.

"I'm not you, Natsu!" She raised her voice at him, then looked down at the envelope again, inspecting it closely. "I don't think this is about our missions is it?" She asked, directing the question more towards the Master, who simply shook his head. He may not have read it himself but like Lucy, he'd caught on pretty quickly. "If that's the case then I don't think I want to open it…" There was only one reason that Lucy could think of for being sent such a letter.

"What's wrong, Lucy? Do you know what it's about?" Happy chipped in, flying over and landing on her lap. Gray and Erza looked just as lost as Natsu did in that moment.

"Surely it can't be that bad? Why don't you wanna open it?" Natsu asked, still very much confused about the whole thing.

Lucy didn't say anything, she cast her gaze away from the envelope to look at the sweet baby gurgling away in the Master's arms. She felt her tears well up in her eyes and all she could think was if this was bad news, she didn't know what she was going to do.

Natsu took note of the growing despair in Lucy's eyes and followed her line of vision, landing on the infant. He furrowed his brows for a moment trying to work out what could've upset her so suddenly. "Is this letter about Haru?" He asked, realisation hitting him.

Now he remembered! When they'd first brought Haru home, much to the slayer's chagrin, they'd spent hours and hours filling out stupid amounts of paperwork to send off so that they could officially adopt him. They knew at the time that the adoption process would take a while and that they would have to wait for an answer. After that, he'd put it to the back of his mind and it didn't take long for him to forget about it altogether.

He looked back to Lucy who hadn't said a word since she'd realised what it was herself. Natsu didn't bother waiting for her to answer and went to pick up the letter, wanting to know what was so awful about it.

"Wait!" He felt Lucy's hand grab the wrist that he'd reached out towards the table and halted his movements, peering back over to her and tilting his head in confusion. "W-What… What if it's bad news?"

"Why would it be bad news, Luce?" He asked, not fully understanding the problem yet. If it was just to say they could keep him, then that was good wasn't it?

"You have to understand how diligent they are! They could take a disliking to one silly little thing and it can turn the tables against us." She could feel the dread come up from her stomach into her chest, what would they do? "Don't you understand? Bad news means they'll take him from us and give him to someone else and we'll never see him again."

"Never see him again? Over my dead body! How can you be sure it's bad? It might not-"

"But what if it is? What do we do then?" The tears finally fell, coming down like torrents and that's when it dawned on Natsu that Lucy's fear was a very real possibility.

He looked back at the little one and watched him happily inspect his fingers, another thing he'd discovered recently. A life without Haru was something Natsu had never considered, why would he want to think of that? His heart picked up speed a little and a sick feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. Haru was their son, no one had a right to take him from them, not even that birth father of his. It was the whole point of going through this ridiculous adoption process in the first place, to keep him safe and with them, forever.

That being said, Natsu also wasn't one for conforming to the rules, if they'd decided that him and Lucy weren't suitable enough, then he would fight with every last slither of determination to keep Haru with them, no matter the cost.

"Can they really do that, Gramps? After everything Natsu and Lucy have done for Haru, they can just take him?" Gray asked, if that were the case then that was absolute bullshit and so unfair!

"I'm afraid so, it can be a ruthless system." Makarov explained, shifting the baby in his lap so that he was now facing his parents, smiling happily when he caught sight of them.

"In the end, the one that suffers the most is the innocent child stuck in the middle of it all." Erza expanded, feeling nothing but sympathy as she gazed at Lucy, who looked totally distraught by the idea of losing little Haru.

"I'm not gonna let that happen!" Everyone heard and turned swiftly to the dragon slayer, his sight was fixed on the baby, determination in his voice. He looked at everyone in turn, gauging their shocked expressions before landing on Lucy, who still had tears flowing down her cheeks. He reached his hand out and interlaced his fingers with hers, giving her a reassuring squeeze. "No matter what that letter says, Haru's ours, Lucy, he'll always be ours." His voice sounded firm and assured, but a shadow was cast over his eyes, making it hard for Lucy to read his face. She could tell the very idea of this all going sideways was affecting him way more than he was letting on.

He sighed loudly, hoping that all this worry was for nothing. He looked over to Lucy to make sure she was okay and then over to Haru, unable to contain his smile as he watched the little one suck on his tiny fists.

"Are you ready, Lucy?" He asked, picking the envelope up and opening it.

"Ready as I'll ever be." She replied, worry thickly coating her voice.

"Dear Mr Dragneel and Miss Heartfilia,

This letter has been formally written to you to update you on the adoption application you made to us for the infant known as Haru.

It is to our understanding that he is currently living with you both at your permanent residence in the city of Magnolia, Fiore and has done so since early Spring of this year. From the information given to us by yourselves and the current Master of the mages guild, Fairy Tail, in which you are both long serving members, this is what we have concluded:"

"Wow, I've never heard Natsu sound so official before, you should speak like that more often, makes it sound like you gotta brain." Gray butted in and sniggered, trying to lighten the mood a little, gaining nothing but a clip around the head from Erza.

"Shut it, Frosty! It's not my fault it's worded so weirdly!" Natsu spat back, scowling at the Ice mage. "If you're so smart, why don't you read it!"

"Be quiet! This is an important matter and I don't want either of you to start fighting at a time like this." Erza demanded, voice stern and intimidating, shutting both boys up.

"Give it here…" Lucy huffed and snatched the letter from Natsu's hand, deciding it best if she were to carry on in his place. She cleared her throat and began where Natsu had finished.

"As you are aware, the law states that a child may be re homed permanently in very exceptional circumstances which are listed below for your reference;

1. The birth parents choose and/or grant permission to give up their child for reasons they believe would benefit the child.

2. The safety and/or well-being of the child have been greatly compromised because of abuse and/or neglect inflicted upon them by their birth parents.

3. Both birth parents perish and the child has no other close friends or relatives that can willingly take responsibility for them.

In this circumstance, we decided category one only applied. We recently made contact with the child's only living relative, his birth father, to attain information regarding his relationship with his biological child. After much discussion, it was clear that he did not want to be a part of the child's life, believing himself to be incapable of meeting the child's needs at this difficult time."

"Pfft… Incapable of meeting his needs, you can say that again…" Natsu scoffed, gaining everyone's attention.

"Natsu!" Lucy yelled, getting irritated by his need to interrupt her.

"Sorry, it just made me laugh that's all!" He shrugged, backing down when Lucy glared at him.

"After advising him that it was in the child's best interest to remain with his current living situation with yourselves, he subsequently agreed to relinquish all parental responsibility and henceforth, no longer has any lawful right to the child.

As a result, we would like to congratulate you on the successful adoption of your son, Haru Dragneel and will post his new birth records to you in due course. We wish you both the very best with your new family."

Once she'd finished reading she placed the paper down and the room fell silent for a moment, allowing the news to sink in. She gaped at her partner, noticing the huge grin forming in his cheeks. But before he could say anything, she leapt out of her seat and flung herself at him, accidentally shoving him off of the chair and down to the ground, both landing in a heap of tangled limbs.

"He's ours! Oh my god Natsu, he's officially ours!" She squealed, unable to contain her excitement and relief.

Before anyone could react, the sound of Haru's infectious laughter filled the air, brightening the room. Watching his Mommy fall on top of his Daddy like that had tickled his funny bone. Natsu and Lucy grinned like idiots, bringing their foreheads together and revelling in the sweet sound of their baby's amusement. The others watched on at the tender moment, grins all plastered on their faces as they stood to congratulate the ecstatic couple.

"I guess now you really have officially beaten me, Natsu. You know you choosing to be a father to a child that isn't yours takes guts, I respect that, but now it's on to see who can have the most kids." Gray sniggered as he darted out of the room, probably to go and find Juvia…

Natsu, unable to fire back at Gray before he left, looked up at Lucy and smirked, "Don't even think about it!" She stared him down, "I am not spending the rest of my youth popping out children for you to win some stupid bet against Gray!"

"Dang it! But Lucy, he's gonna win! Juvia's not gonna say no!" He whined, of course with mirth, trying to wind her up as always, which was clearly working.

"What a joyous day this is! I'm so happy for you both!" Erza's face lit up like she was planning something as she walked out of the door.

"So kids, I'm glad we got a happy ending because that could've turned out much worse and I don't think the guild hall would've stood a chance against Natsu's fiery temper. I'm going for a drink before my heart gives out and this little guy is coming with me." Makarov said as he too left the room with Haru still happily playing in his arms.

Happy flew over, the last one left in the room, hoping he wouldn't catch a glimpse of the pair being all gross with each other. "So I guess I am officially his big brother now, which means I have an exclusive right to teach him how to wind Lucy up, in fact, I think I better go start now. Wait for me, Master!" He giggled at Lucy's unimpressed face and flew out of the room, shutting the door behind him, leaving just the two of them, alone.

Natsu reached his hand up to her cheek to bring her attention back to him and caressed it softly with his thumb, taking in her beautiful features whilst feeling a sense of calm. Everything had fallen into place and he was overjoyed by the good news. No more worrying, (not that he did much anyway) Haru was all theirs and they could now look to the little ones future, to their future as a family.

"I love you so much, Lucy." His voice was soft and sweet, a total opposite to his usual destructive personality. Lucy leaned her face towards his, her heart pounding in her chest and filling with warmth from his words. She could barely contain her grin as they locked eyes with one another, her lips brushing up against his.

"I love you too, Natsu. I'm so happy!" She met his lips with a sweet but smouldering kiss. Lucy felt her skin heat up at his very touch, and her body tremored from the excess adrenaline pumping through it.

They continued their make out session for a little while longer, completely lost in each other. They were both overwhelmed with pure elation by the outcome of that letter, even though in reality, nothing would actually change. Their lives would carry on as it was, but now at least they had that security of Haru remaining with them indefinitely.

Their kiss slowly burned into something more heated, reminiscent of the previous night, especially when Lucy's hips rubbed against Natsu's groin, causing him to growl into her mouth. It was like something had awoken within them and all the pent up emotions were leaking out in more frenzied movements, turning lustful the more they touched each other.

Lucy detached her lips from Natsu's mouth and slowly made her way down to his neck, grazing over his scar there and sending shivers through his body. She snaked her hands down to his pants and began to rub the awakening dragon through his clothes, feeling him twitch excitedly under her hand. His eyes rolled back into his head and he let out a harsh breath, relishing in the firmness of her strokes. But before all sense of sanity travelled south, he grabbed at her wrist, halting her movements and gauging her shocked expression.

"I don't think now is a good time, Luce. Anyone could walk in, which they will if we don't show our faces soon." He said, trying to compose himself, but man, did her hand feel good on him! It wasn't him that had the problem with being caught, he just knew Lucy wouldn't like that. He could picture her mortified face clearly, she'd be so utterly horrified, she'd probably never want to touch him again and he couldn't have that!

"You're right, I guess." She sat up, disappointment clear in her voice, feeling a little saddened that Natsu had declined her advances. She looked to the door when something caught her eye. "That door has a lock on it…" She looked at him with the biggest shit eating grin and went to stand, pulling Natsu up with her.

"That desperate, huh?" He teased, leaning against the desk with his leg crossed over the other and his arms folded over his chest, looking smug. "You know a locked door won't stop them, right?"

"Dammit! Fine, let's go and join them then…" She sighed deflated, turning to walk out of the door but stopped when Natsu pulled her back to him, caging her against the desk he was previously leaning on.

"And where do you think you're running off to?" He growled against her ear, sucking her lobe and making her quiver. He could see the slight confusion in her face as he carried out his ministrations.

"B-But, I-I thought you said…" She stammered.

"Don't think I don't want to, Lucy. I'd love nothing more than to bend you over this table right now and fuck you until you scream my name." She gasped at the brashness of his words, feeling her legs turn to jelly at the mere thought of Natsu doing that. He touched his lips down to her jaw, leaving sensual open mouthed kisses all the way down to her mouth, then stopped and smirked whilst eyeing her plump lips, waiting for her to speak.

She said nothing, she could barely breathe from the intense glare that Natsu was giving her and the way he was speaking… it made her shudder! She could feel herself moisten down below from the sheer sexiness of his demeanour. Where did he learn to act like this? Lucy was sure if he kept it up, she'd be a blonde puddle on the floor.

The boy grabbed both of her cheeks and pulled her to him, pressing their lips together and enjoying the smoothness of her tongue as it danced with his. He pulled away all too soon causing Lucy to whimper at the loss of contact. "Come on Luce, let's go join the others. We'll continue this later." He winked at her blushing face, taking her hand and leading them out of the door.

As soon as they entered the main hall, a stream of cheers and clinking of glasses filled the room. Obviously someone had opened their mouths and told them all about the good news, probably Happy… or Erza? Lucy should have guessed they'd use any excuse for a party. They walked on over to the bar where Haru was laying calmly beside Makarov, babbling away and sucking on his fists again.

"Congrats guys! I'm so happy for you both!" Levy said from the side, she beamed at them. "Happy told us all about your letter, in fact I think he told everyone."

Lucy rolled her eyes, she really did have to have words with that damn cat, he needed to learn to keep his mouth shut every once in a while. "Thanks Levy, it's such a relief!" Lucy sat herself down, about to reach over to Haru when Natsu got there first.

"It's my turn, Luce. You changed him last time." He said, picking up the little one and scrunching up his nose at the horrific smell lingering around the baby. Holding his breath, he proceeded to change the baby on a nearby bench, burning the soiled diaper to get rid of the stench. Natsu dressed him in fresh clothes and wrapped his scaly scarf around him to keep him warm. He picked Haru up, cuddling him close to his chest and smiled, "Does that feel better little guy? You know for such a small person, you make one hell of a smell!" Haru simply smiled at his father, knowing full well that after a diaper change he was always rewarded with milk time and boy, did he look forward to that!

"I think someone's hungry!" Natsu chuckled at the little boy, who was now sucking the life out of the scarf and making cute little noises. He walked back over to Lucy and sat down beside her. She passed a fresh bottle for the slayer to warm in his hand, placing it into the infants mouth who accepted it greedily. Both Natsu and Lucy smiled fondly at the little one, lost in their own little baby bubble as they watched him guzzle down his bottle. The soft voice of one of their friends breaking them out of their daze.

"You know, seeing you like this Natsu, reminds me of when we first found Happy's egg and played house all the time as kids." Lisanna said from the other side of the bar, she'd been watching Natsu with the baby and it had brought fond memories back to her of their childhood together. "I always thought you'd make a good Daddy one day!"

"Oh, um, thanks!" Natsu replied, blushing a little at the unexpected compliment. He looked up at the girl who was leaning over the bar, propping her head up with both arms, smiling fondly at the fire mage.

"It still amazes me that you've managed to keep him alive for so long. You could barely take care of yourself until Lucy came along." Gray sniggered as he waltzed on over to the bar. "And I bet she's still constantly cleaning up after you!"

"That's rich coming from an idiot not wearing any underwear." Natsu eyed the ice mage, watching him jump when he looked down at himself and realised he was completely naked. "Go find your pants man! I don't want Haru learning your freaky stripping habits."

"And I don't want him picking up on either of your stupid fighting habits!" Lucy butted in before another fight broke out, silencing the two males immediately. "Haru is a sweet boy, I'd like to keep him that way!" She smiled and reached out a hand to stroke the baby's head.

"He's definitely got an appetite like Natsu's." Wendy giggled, smitten with the little one. "But he still might end up like you, Lucy."

"One can only hope!" Lucy chuckled at Natsu's pretend hurt expression. "What? Let me have something, I am the only girl in the house, it's only fair!" She giggled, laying her head on Natsu's shoulder, both watching their little one finish his milk.

"Ugh, you guys are so pure, it hurts me!" Cana exclaimed, smacking her drink down on the bar top, making every mage present jump. She was obviously very drunk at this point, allowing her mouth to run away with her even more than usual. "Come on, let's get this party started!"

"Actually, Natsu and I are gonna head out, Haru's run out of milk and he gets hungry pretty quickly." She chuckled, not sparing the drunk girl a single glance, too enraptured by the cute baby.

"Don't make excuses! You guys are just eager to get home and use your new presents! Don't want any accidents now do we?" Cana grinned evilly at Lucy, who'd gone wide eyed and quiet at the brunette's words. Natsu stiffened and chanced a glance over at the two girls. He didn't want to have to deal with this again, not after this morning!

"Presents? What presents? Was it your birthday or something, Lucy?" Levy asked, not taking notice of the sudden tense atmosphere. She was sure Lucy's birthday wasn't for a few months yet?

"On that note, I think we should head out! Come on, Luce, off we go!" Natsu stood abruptly, grabbing hold of the blonde who looked just about ready to blow. If looks could kill… "Bye everyone, see you tomorrow!" He shouted through Cana's howling, fleeing out of the door with Haru in one hand and Lucy in the other.

He ran as fast as he could away from the guild hall, surprised by the lack of resistance from his partner but didn't want to let go just in case. Once they reached their house, Natsu flung the door open and pulled Lucy inside, locking it behind him before she could run back and give Cana a piece of her mind. Taking a long, deep breath, he watched her walk over and slump down onto the couch and let out her own sigh.

Natsu walked over and placed a very sleepy Haru in the basket next to the couch, tucking his scaly scarf over the little one to keep him warm. Turning his attention back to Lucy, he perched himself next to her, wondering what could have dampened her mood so unexpectedly.

"You okay, Luce? You're being very quiet… Did Cana get to you that much?" His voice laced with concern for her change in behaviour, hoping that bringing up the card wielder wouldn't set her off again.

"Oh, er, no, she's harmless really…" She trailed off, looking down at her lap and fiddling with the hem of her shirt, feeling those nervous bubbles take residence in her belly again.

"Are you sure? You can tell me if something's bothering you." He said, placing his hand on her thigh and began to softly stroke it. He could see that she was hesitant about branching any further into what was on her mind. He took her hands in his and moved to face her directly, staring deep into her averted eyes, catching the uncertainty in them. "Luce, I can't help if you don't tell me."

Taking a deep breath, she attempted to explain to him the problem, "I-It's what Cana said when we left the guild. We, um, forgot something when we, you know… last night and, well…" She faltered, struggling to hold any sort of gaze on his curious face. "And now I-I might, well, we might be, um…"

"Having another baby?" He came straight out with it, gauging her shocked expression.

He'd had a suspicion that it was something along those lines because of how Lucy had gone strangely quiet on the way home after Cana had teased her about using the condoms. Ever the immature idiot, Natsu was more perceptive than people gave him credit for, especially when it came to Lucy, he could read her like an open book.

Lucy snapped her head to his, eyes wide open and her mouth agape like she'd just seen a ghost. She could feel the panic rise up the more she played out what he'd just said over and over in her mind. Only thinking it in her head up until that point, but hearing it said out loud was a whole different ball game.

"And you were worried about what I might think, if you told me?" His expression remained neutral but firm. He knew he'd guessed right because of the way she'd reacted when he'd said it. The fire breather was sure he could hear the rapid beat of her heart hammering against her chest and the fact her cheeks had turned the darkest shade of red with beads of sweat forming on her brow, gave her away before she'd even said anything.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry, Natsu, I've ruined everything! I don't know how I forgot, and now I don't know what to do, it only takes one time for it to happen! Was it nerves? Or maybe I-" She tried to keep her voice down for Haru's sake, but she was struggling to stop the words from flooding out of her mouth.

Natsu pressed his lips to hers to stop her from rambling, taking her by surprise. He felt a few stray tears touch his face, making his heart clench in sympathy for her. Waiting for her to calm down, he pulled away after a few moments, placing his forehead on hers. His eyes were closed for now and his breath was slow and even. Lucy waited nervously for him to say something, anything… yet he remained calm and quiet. She hadn't expected him to be this relaxed about it, but then this was Natsu after all, he always looked on the brighter side of things.

"Shh, it's alright Lucy. Accidents happen, so you don't have to be sorry. I take half the blame because it takes two remember?" He opened his eyes, his voice was soothingly gentle, allowing her to calm herself down a little and think more clearly. "Would it be so bad if we were to have another little one?" He waited a moment to see if she would answer. Her eyes flickered between his as she digested his question, would it be that bad?

"It's just, I-I don't… I-I'm not sure if I'm-" She stuttered, barely managing to get the words out as he stared so intently at her, gauging the fear still present in her expression.

"I get that the idea is scary, Luce, I'm not gonna pretend otherwise, but we managed it with Haru, right? And he's doing just fine!" He smiled, not one to dwell on the past but feeling it necessary for her to know his true feelings on the matter. "I didn't know the first thing about babies when we took Haru in and neither did you, but we learnt and now look at where we are. Sure, I worried about doing right by him, especially in those first weeks, but it was worth the struggle for his happiness. To see his smile and to hear him laugh is reward enough." He looked down and sighed, "Because I realised that none of those worries even comes close to how scared I was today, when I realised that my little boy could be taken from me. The fear of having him was nothing compared to the fear of losing him."

"I had no idea you felt that way, Natsu, you always seem so optimistic. Why didn't you say? I could've helped you through it." Lucy said, shocked by just how open he was being with her, it was a rare occurrence to hear him speak so freely about his feelings.

"You helped me by being there, Lucy. Which is exactly what I'm trying to tell ya! If there were a tiny chance of a baby making itself at home in there, then that would be okay with me, because they'd be ours, just like Haru." He said pressing his hand to her stomach, filling her with warmth and comfort as he smiled lovingly at her. "I'll always be there for you, no matter what happens because we're always gonna be together."

He pulled Lucy closer and wrapped her in his arms, breathing in her sweet scent. He looked down at her flat stomach and allowed himself to imagine for a single moment that one day a new life, that they'd created together, would be growing just below where his hand lay, one he would welcome wholeheartedly. He quickly shook the image from his mind, leaning his head on her shoulder and taking another deep breath, relaxing himself. Feeling just that little bit lighter for getting all that off of his chest.

"Thank you, Natsu. I can always count on you." Lucy smiled, looking over at the infant snoring away with the scarf still resting near his mouth. The slayer was right, it didn't matter because they were always going to be together.

"So... does that mean I still have a chance at winning that bet against Gray then?" He grinned mischievously, waiting for her inevitable reaction.

"Natsu!" Her face tinting pink again at what he was implying. "Absolutely not!"

"I'm kidding, Lucy! I know you're not ready for that just yet." He smiled, hoping that would bring her much needed comfort. She grinned back at him, feeling relief take over her entire form. "And now thanks to Cana and all of those condoms on our bed, we can get in a load of practice." He said, leaning forwards and attacking the sensitive skin on her neck, hearing her heart rate increase and a sharp breath pass her lips.

"Hmm, I do believe we have some unfinished business to attend to?" She smirked, tugging at his hair while he sucked and nipped at her already swollen lips.

Feeling a fire in his belly, he was quick to drag her up the stairs, placing the little one in his own room while they occupied their bedroom. Their movements became erratic, unable to get enough of the other. Pure lust filled the air as they ravaged each other's bodies, making them yearn for more contact, more pleasure. Natsu released himself from the confines of his pants and slid his shaft up and down Lucy's soaking wet entrance, eliciting soft moans from the sweet torture he was giving her. With one fluid movement he sheathed himself within her, groaning from the intense pressure created.

"Mm, it feels so good, Natsu!" She breathed harshly, furrowing her brows as she got use to having him inside her once again.

"I haven't even started yet, Lucy, I hope you're ready for a long night!" He teased, pulling himself out then thrusting back in, making himself grunt and Lucy cry out in ecstasy.

He leaned down and mashed their lips together, his tongue massaging hers while he pulsed deeply into her, making her moan loudly into him. Sweat was pouring off of his face as he increased in speed, wanting to elicit as much noise from her beautiful mouth as he could, bringing her and himself closer to the edge. They were completely lost in each other, totally forgetting that they weren't the only one's that lived there.

It was only later that evening, that Happy decided he'd had enough of being at the guild and was ready to go home and sleep. Nearing the little house he'd long called home, he heard something strange coming from the bedroom window. Curiosity getting the better of him, he flew up and peered inside. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head, Natsu and Lucy were wrestling?! No, that didn't seem right, they looked to be enjoying it and were… naked?! Realisation struck him straight in the gut at just what he was playing audience to and let out a horrified shriek, legging it away from the house and back to the guild to tell someone of the horrors that he'd seen.

"My eyes! My eyes!" Lucy heard coming from the distance, she pulled away from Natsu's mouth and stared up at his eyes, looking just as oblivious as always.

"Can you hear something?" She asked, not really sure if it was just her ears playing tricks on her or not.

"I can't really hear anything over your moaning." He sniggered, reattaching himself to her jaw instead.

"I'm being serious! I'm sure I heard someone say something from outside!" She pushed his head away from her so that she could listen clearly without being distracted, but heard nothing.

"Luce, I hear a lot of things, it's probably some animal or whatever, we do live next to woodland." He sighed, trying to calm her nerves so he could get back to the task at hand.

"Hmm… If you're sure?" She wasn't entirely convinced that Natsu hadn't heard it, not with his sensitive hearing and all, but it seemed to have stopped for now.

Beginning where he left off, he leaned back down to kiss her swollen lips, slowly pushing himself back into her and revelling in the beautiful noises she made. He hammered into her until her body quaked as she came undone, yelling Natsu's name to the whole of Magnolia. Hearing her cum so hard, was what finally gave him his own release, groaning through gritted teeth until finally collapsing onto the bed next to her. Peace and exhaustion washing over them both, he smiled at her drowsy, flushed face watching as her eyes closed shut, his own lids following suit as they cuddled up to one another.

Although struggling to think of anything but the gorgeous girl beside him, he did manage to make a mental note to apologise to Happy for what he may or may not have seen from the window. Hoping they hadn't traumatised the cat too much, Natsu definitely had some explaining to do!

Hi everyone! I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter. I do apologise for it taking over a month to come out. Juggling work, a toddler and life in general makes it hard to find time to sit down and write and it doesn't help when I write something and then decide to delete it and then write it all over again... Anyway, thanks for supporting this story, I'll try to get chapter 12 to you as quick as I can!

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deliciously-yeeted · 3 years

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I was in desperate need of some beel fluff, so i wrote some. As one does. Uh, ive never done this,(posting fanfic, i normally jus write small things for myself tbh😅) before so please have mercy lol

I hope ya like it though, it put a smile on my face so im hoping it does the same for you♡

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You started filling the hem of your shirt with snacks, as many as you could fit in the scrunched up fabric that is, a tired but playful grin on your lips, as you thought over what you planned to do, mentally prepping yourself.

Normally, you're not so bold about seeking out comfort and such, feeling shy about showing vulnerability...but today, ugh, today had you particularly worn down. You needed something, affection preferably. You'd settle for a warm bath and some melatonin if you had to. Though, you really didnt want too.

You were tired of self soothing all the time. And Asmos care packages could only help so much. But you knew how to make it all magically better. There was only one option in times like these .

You worked quickly, excitement bouncing around in your gut, making your hands a little shaky.

Having grabbed all you could you carry, you practically dashed from the kitchen. Your mind set on finding a certain big demon. Last you heard, he was headed to his room for a bit. You hoped he was still there.

When you finally reached his bedroom door, you found yourself in a tad bit of a pickle. Your eyebrows furrowed, the realization that you wouldn't be able to open the door making you frown at the closed door briefly. You cursed yourself slightly, for not thinking that far ahead. You forgot in all your excitement.

Briefly you considered trying to use you feet before dropping the idea. Guess you've got no choice.

Dang it! You felt kinda bummed that you'd be losing the element of surprise, but the grin soon returned, thinking about seeing Beel always you happy, regardless of the circumstances.

"Beeeeellllllllllll!" You called out, letting a bit of a whine into your voice, hey, who knows? Maybe it'd get him in front of you faster?? He tended to be on the slower side of answering his door, sometimes he simply didnt hear it. Especially if he was working out or watching tv.

Apparently, whining his name did not speed him up:(

You were about to call out again, worried he hadn't heard you, when the door clicked open. The mere sound making you feel slightly giddy. Your eyes snapping up to meet his briefly. You soaked in as many details of him as you could, without just straight ogling him, before flicking your eyes back up to meet his.

"Y/n?" He seemed pleasantly surprised, dressed in a black tank top and grey sweats (you were happy to see him wearing them, because while he looked like a whole ass meal in them, it also meant he had no plans of leaving the house tonight).

His eyes were quick to find the odd lumps wrapped up in your shirt, as well as the bit of tummy peaking out. The position you held your shirt in had caused the bottom of your stomach to show, something you had worried about on the way here, anxious about a different brother catching a glimpse of you. You could feel his stare burn against your skin, he was about to say something, but then his nose twitched, and his eyes fixed on your bundle of snacks instead.

Not that you minded his staring your stomach, not with Beel.

The others...maybe.

Your tummy was one of his favorite parts about you, he's hands finding their way under your shirt to touch and squeeze the soft flesh more often than not. Always gentle and non intrusive. I think he'd full on cry if he accidentally upset you somehow tbh.

Boy had absolutely no shame about it, once he learned you didnt mind much.

Especially when you seemed to be a bit shy about showing your stomach, with the others, or just in general. He made sure to let you know how much he loved your squish. Be it at RAD or just casually in the house.

The only person who ever raised a fuss over it was Mammon, although, he tended to fuss over everything you did anyways;; His protests did absolutely nothing to deter you or Beel, much to his dismay.

Sometimes, if Beel was hungry and needed a distraction or a quick 'pick me up', he'd scoop you up and just shove his face into your tummy. (Much like what I do with my cat when I'm bored and/or sad) Then he'd just hold you there until he absolutely had to let you down.

Relishing in the feel of your softness and you heart racing under your skin, fluttering so delicately under his lips, pressing his face against you was an instant mood lifter for him.

You loved it, a surprised but delighted laugh always ripping from your chest, almost subconsciously. You couldn't hide your happiness in his affections, not that you would want to (thats a lie, you cant help but be embarrassed at the end of the day by the intensive joy you felt whenever you looked at him). Which only seemed to motivate him even more, and soon each time he scooped you up, he'd kiss all over your tummy, making you giggle because it tickled, before hugging you close with a small sigh.

"I brought snacks, and some cuddles. So uhm, can I nap on you for a bit? 'M tired. Unless your busy or something..." you beam up at him, starting to hesitate toward the end, suddenly a little unsure.

"Pretty please?? I wont bug ya, I promise." You plead, pulling your best puppy dog eyes, shifting from one foot to the other nervously. His eyes widened as his brain processed what you said, and the cute sight in front of him. If he was being honest, it made his brain stop for a split second.

He chuckled at you and lifted you up by the back of your knees, holding you carefully to his chest, mindful of your full shirt. A small startled squeak coming from you as he did so, a sound he never got tired of hearing.

You glanced in the room as he closed to door, he had papers sprawled over the small coffee table in the middle of the room, and a few (you spotted more in the trash bin in the corner) empty food wrappers around his work space. He plopped down in front of the table again, taking only a few steps to reach it. You were kind of jealous, your short legs never being a fair match against his. Luckily he enjoyed carrying you, which solved that issue right quick.

"You can keep me company while I finish my homework." He says, shifting you into his lap and keeping a loose hold on your lower stomach, fingers splaying out to get a small feel of your exposed skin. Glancing around, you dont see belphies mop of hair in his bed, he was probably sleeping in the attic or the observatory, you quietly hum to yourself, abit happy to have Beel all to yourself for the moment. Shifting forward, Beels hands refusing to let you go and setting on your waist, you hold your shirt above the edge of the table, and let the snacks spill from your shirt before smoothing the garment back down, missing Beels frown as he looses sight of your tummy. Quickly moving to organize the snacks a bit, so that they were within reach and not scattered all over his papers and in the way.

"Thank you, your the bestest!!" You say, the dull ache in your arms more than worth the effort in your opinion.

You tilted your head back so you can look up at him. Making eye contact with him made your brain kinda just...mush. Your hands slowly squeezing his on your waist, lifting them so you move a bit.

You tore you gaze from his, before turning around and wrapping your arms around his nack and your legs around his torso,(like a koala in his opinion).

Scooting as close as you could get away with, (your not as stealthy as you give yourself credit for, he knows, he just too nice to tease you for it, and he doesn't want you to stop), so you could snuggle up to him and be comfy at the same time. Which wasn't all that hard to do with him, being the teddy bear he is.

Your eyes glazed over slightly, and you were distracted as you mind pulled your attention away.

Ah, you were in pure bliss, you could die happy like this~

You had grabbed plenty of snacks, being sure to vary in your choices, knowing Beel would like to have options, and hoping to be able to buy some extra time with him and a cute Beel smile as a reward for your effort. Tho, youd do it anyways.

Not that you'd ever admit to that. Nuh uh, no way. Unless he asked nicely, you'd give in embarrassingly fast if he ever did, the realization making your face heat up.

But...

Embarrassment be damned, youd never tell Beel 'No'.

He looks down at you, face going all blushy and soft at your slightly dazed and flushed expression. Your thoughts getting the best of you for a moment. Shaking your head slightly and letting out a resigned sigh.

"Of course you can," you snap out of it when he speaks up, looking up at him, quick to give him your full attention. "I love when you cuddle up with me, it helps me focus a bit. You didn't have to bribe me, though, as long as its you, my cuddles come free-" wrapping his arms around your shoulders, giving you a snug hug, he moves to continue. "Not that I'm complaining-" you cut him off, feeling slightly guilty about it. You were already flustered, and his sweet words weren't helping your predicament one bit. That was until your eyes actually focus on his face, oh sweet hell, hes so precious!!! Your heart thumps nearly painfully for a moment, nerves biting into your thoughts.

Your face was definitely beat red now, you could feel it at the tips of your ears even. Yet you refused to move, your eyes locked on his. A rare occurrence, one you could tell he was basking in, his eyes were glued to your face, studying it. His flush deepening slightly.

Squishing his cheeks and "shushing" him gently. Your basically cooing at him, to tired suddenly to care much about how your words or actions came off. The nervousness slipping away from your voice and movements. "Its not a bribe hun, I just felt like seeing you smile before I fell asleep on you. Heh, your smile is my goodluck charm for good dreams, ya know?" You tiredly rub his cheek with your thumb, eyes lit up happily and content. Giving him a small breathless laugh at the end.

He really did calm you down, your mind slowing down as the excitement started to fade, a fact you became overly aware of quite suddenly, your eyes feeling quite heavy now that you felt safe.

You yawned, your weariness catching up to you.

Beels quick to notice, taking note of the bags under your eyes. Dont worry, he'll make sure you get some good sleep, no bad dreams were gonna plague you on his watch. He glances over at the snacks you brought, unbelievably happy. Seeing you so cutely curled up to him, the fact that you brought him as much food as you could carry(a sight he nearly died from when he saw it) and your sweet sweet words, it definitely warmed his heart to say in the least.

He loved that you actually came to find him, just so you could cuddle. His adoration for you is bottomless, just like his hunger.

So, Beel wraps you inna big bear hug, pulling you closer and peppering the top of your head and face with kisses. He gives you a big grin, his eyes sparkling happily. "Nap, I'll wake you up when I'm done and we can hangout till dinner."

You tiredly nod, relaxing against him.

Grabbing a baggy of chips, he smooches your forehead, before tucking your face under his chin so he could munch, and see his work(not like that was much of an issue, beels a big boy after all👀), without completely covering the top of your head in crumbs (you'd told him you didn't mind, especially since he always ruffled your hair to get then out, and you loved that...but he still feels bad about it and tries to avoid it to some extent) and being able to rest his chin on top your head was just the cherry on top for him.

💗Happy beel mode activated💗

Sighing happily, you close your eyes. Beels cuddles making all your stress melt away, just like they always did. Slowly, you start to drift off, listening to the soft scratch of his pen as he starts to work and his deep breathing, letting it lull you into sleep.

I dont know why my brain wanted me to got all out on this. I literally jus couldn't stop tweaking with it. Imma post if before i decide to change it. Imma just conveniently forget i wrote this now, maybe ill like it more after a week or two... :/ also if theres any spelling or grammar issues plz tell me, its like 2am rn so im sure i missed something

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nanamismami · 4 years

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high. suna x reader

and to my message you reply

hi. is this another suna fic based around “why’d you only call me when you’re high”? yeah...whateva

pairing: suna rintarou x reader

warnings: angst, toxic relationship, drug use, nsfw if you squint your eyes and do a little dance, vomit (suna got sick:(), fluff

genre: angst, fluff

wordcount: 2104

a/n: is it fanon? yeah. a little ooc? yeah. sorry :(

fic below da line :)

a late night always holds many possibilities. a party, a date, at the least a break from the status-quo. yet somehow you always manage to find yourself at the exact same spot every time.

suna’s front porch had changed several time since you first started rendezvousing with him. he had a habit of buying large plants, but forgetting to take care of them.

“the only thing he spends more money on than weed is houseplants,” you chuckle. he was still calling you, though he had failed to open the door after five minutes of knocking. you retrieved a key from the underneath of a dying hydrangea plant and let yourself in.

not all of his late night calls were for personal pleasure. there’s been many times where he needed a place to hide from an angry dealer, or an extra $20 from his doting partner. more often than not, he needed someone to ease him off of a bad high. suna has bought laced all too many times, and couldn’t turn to any other responsible figure but you. “you’re really good at it,” he would tell you when you inquired about him calling someone else for once.

his messages were a frenzy of “i need help”, “please come over”, and a million other vies for your company. it had been like this for about seven months: he phones you, you get pissed, and yet you still show up to his doorstep. admittedly, your meetings were generally for sex. you weren’t ashamed of it; but he was.

you told yourself you wouldn’t ever stand for a shitty relationship. yet here you were: a glorified booty call for an emotionally distant man. he only kept you around by taking you on the occasional date. buying you a gifts when he thought you needed one. empty promises of “we’ll put a label on it soon, they’ll know soon.” you knew it was a lie, he did too. but what if one day it wasn’t? what if one of these days he really did mean it? you could get intoxicated off of that feeling, fulfilling his every request for a bit of attention. there was nothing you wouldn’t do to hear “i love you” cascade from that boy’s lips.

pushing into his house, you see him in a crouching position in front of his couch and, god, was he shivering?

“rin? what the hell happened?” you said to him. you didn’t yell for fear of breaking the odd calmness he seemed to be in. his reaction to your worried questioning was delayed. his usual cat-eyed stare was almost comically large.

“went t’ a party. took ‘sum. don’t feel good,” he managed to slur out. you threw a large knit blanket over his shoulders and sat next to him. “what did you take?”

“a tab.”

“of what?”

“i don’t know.”

great. you knew the rest of the people at the party were probably just as high and would be of no help.

not knowing what else to do, you moved him to sit on the couch and grabbed a glass of water. it’s not the first time this has happened, and still he never remembers in the morning. every time he’d wake up and find himself in your arms, he’d blame it on the high and take a shower. suna never asked about the money you spent on ibuprofen to make him feel better, or the hours you’d spent soothing his paranoid psyche, or hell, the shower you’d already given him because he’d made a mess of himself. he never knew about the frantic research you did trying to find out how to detoxify whatever drug he managed to find himself on that night. that’s not what matters right now, though. not to him at least.

“how long ago did you take it?” you asked him. he was sat with his chin resting on his knees, hesitantly taking small sips of water.

“an hour ‘fore i left the party, bout two.”

was there ever a time he checked on you? did he stay up late wondering if you were safe? he did seem to care some about you... anything physical, he bought for you. he always left you feeling satisfied. was it okay to want more? is that what you deserve? of course it is. you should be with someone who treats you with sincerity. someone who shows your beautiful face off to their friends. someone who when they talk to you, they aren’t-

you checked your phone. three: twenty-seven. there’s no point in trying to regurgitate it now. his hands were shaky, and lost grip of the plastic cup containing probably his only source of hydration within the last twelve hours.

the loud crash of his cup on the hardwood helped direct you to the true nature of the relationship you found yourself in. the silence of the home as you went to refill his water didn't help either.

the sudden rush of water falling from the cup onto your hand caused you to jerk you arm back and shut the faucet off. turning around, you’re met with a looming body and a hazy gaze.

“you’re taking too long,” he commented.

you set the cup down and looked up at him. you had a right to know what he was thinking, even if it wasn’t clear at the moment.

“rin…” you whispered. he bore down at you and his eyes sharpened ever so slightly. he must be a bit more cognizant of his surroundings, even better for your question.

“why do you only call me when you’re high?’

in your head, it was beautifully executed. the moonlight coming in from the sliding glass door, your enunciation, his careful gaze. christ, it could be straight from a movie.

suna was a very bad actor. your performance was rewarded with a pile of vomit at your feet and a half passed out man leaning on your shoulder. you guided him back to the couch and laid him on his side, then cleaning up the kitchen.

coming back, you find him awake again, lousily sitting on the couch. he at least had washed his face and changed his clothes.

“i’m cold. come hold me,” he demanded

you really couldn’t help the smirk on your face. he was so needy when he was like this. obediently, you sat facing suna, and he launched himself on top of you. maybe this is why you stay. it was satisfying feeling needed by a man who wanted for very little. you stroked his dark hair and lightly kissed the shell of his ear. “do you feel any better, sweetheart?” you only call him names when he won’t remember them. sober suna would roll his eyes and ask you to not call him that.

“you make me feel better.” honesty wasn’t ever a symptom of his current state but hey, you’ll take it.

in fact, you’ll take full advantage of it. “rin, you’re not going to remember this in the morning, are you?” you knew what the answer was

“...i will.”

your eyebrows knit together and you pull his face to meet yours. his arms snake their way around your neck, his weight forcing you to lay down. suna shoved his face into the crook of your neck. he breathed out lightly, refusing to meet your eyes.

“y/n...why are you so good to me?” is he aware of what he’s saying? does this mean he’s remembered every other time and refused to acknowledge it? questioning his integrity might just ruin it, so you only massaged his scalp.

“because i want to rin. you make me happy, and i want to.” a half lie; would he care?

“but you could be happier without me. i dont get it.”

“i love you too, ya’ know.” it was a concerningly matter of fact statement, especially from him. “i wish i could show you. you're just so pretty, and smart, and just so... so good. you’re pretty scary, you know that? how am i supposed to be vulnerable with someone like you?"

if the ever observant middle blocker couldn’t figure it out, how the hell would you? there’s only so many things you can fully understand.

“because i love you, rintarou.”

you probably shouldn’t have said that, and you knew it. never once had either of you brought up that word. it could easily be the rock to shatter the glass house.

his soliloquy is almost laughable, it’s only what he knows what you want to hear.

“are you still high?”

“not really. my stomach hurts though. and i’m kinda hungry.”

he didn’t get up. instead, he asked you to roll over so that you were both lying on your side.

you had no idea if he was being truthful. he isn’t exactly one to say i love you so freely. but he knows you are close to leaving. a slightly calloused thumb strokes your cheek and lifts your chin,

“i meant it.”

“no, rin. you didn’t.”

a look of genuine hurt colored his otherwise bored face. did he really mean it?

“were you telling the truth?” he asks.

were you? there wasn’t exactly another explanation for your actions.

“i think so, yeah.”

“then so was i.” you thought it was bull, opting to shut him up before he could give you anymore false hope. before you could kiss his face, he beat you to it.

“that’s bullshit, rin.”

it was tentative, hesitant. he knew you weren’t really convinced. if there was a god, he prayed that they would make his testament of truth pass from his lips to yours. if there was one thing he knew he couldn’t live without, it was you. he would not be able to tie his own shoes if you weren’t there to teach him. but how were you supposed to know that. he fucked up big time, why was he just now realizing it?

“after our first date, i told the whole team i was gonna marry you.”

“the coach too.”

suna rintarou telling the entirety of ejp about his love life is laughable. you wanted to believe it, really, you did.

“that doesn’t line up with everything else that’s been going on.”

“y/n i-i know. i’m sorry. i’ll change.” his pleading was pathetic, to be honest. he’s made those same promises before.

he was desperate at this point. suna knew he was in the wrong. there had to be a way to save this; he didn’t like seeing you sad, seeing you leave.

he pulled his phone out, pressing a few buttons here and there. “look!” he said, shoving a new instagram post in your face. it was the only picture he had of the both of you together. he had let you take it. it was a timed photo, facing the two of you in his reading chair. you sat sideways in sunas lap, and your arms were tightly wrung around his neck. he was looking down at you, and you were pretty sure (you hope) he was smiling a little. the caption of his post was simply a heart.

“that’s just a social media post.”

there was that word again. he looked like he was about to cry and there was emotion in his voice, could he really be lying?

“baby please. i’m serious. i’ll do anything."

the usual flat tone of his monotone voice began to have some melody to it. against his own will, it was shaky, trying to find the best words to sing.

"i’ll take you out every day, a-and i’ll get you front seat tickets to my game. anything, love, please just don’t leave me.”

there’s something sweet in a statement that you don’t know the validity of. you can dance around it, pretend it’s true, pretend it’s false. sometimes, you can choose for yourself what tune to dance to. that’s what you’re doing now.

suna’s large hand was petting your cheekbone, and one of his legs was thrown around your body, imprisoning yourself to his ambiguity. how would you win his approval if you disregarded his one showing of vulnerability?

“i would never leave you rin. now get the fuck up so we can go to your bed and sleep.”

his sheets were a pleasant greeting compared to his scratchy couch. he laid flat on his back, pulling you so that half of your body was on his. he slowly leaned toward you, kissing you forehead, nose, cheek, and just about anywhere else he could on your face, finishing with your lips.

you could definitely tell he was lying about how deep his true lack of sobriety was when he threw you over his shoulder, his bad posture refusing to adjust for the added weight.

he always knew you cared too deeply about him, but getting see what you did for him when he wasn't supposed to know. it did things to him. his bedroom door was already open, and he jokingly tossed you onto the bed. not enough to hurt you, but enough to convey his desire for a bit more normality. because that's what other couples did, right? he was trying.

“goodnight, y/n. i love you.”

it was almost instinctual, the way you smiled and chastely pecked his lips. laying your head back down on his chest, you sighed airily.

“i love you too, rintarou.”

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possiamo-andare · 4 years

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No More Divisions - Chapter Seven: Goodbye

JJ x Original Character

hey everyone, the feedback I've been getting is amazing, thanks so much!! I know my writing isn't perfect but to know someone somewhere is reading and enjoying it makes me so happy! <3

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It was 3:10 pm. John B. and Sarah were late. Under different circumstances I probably wouldn't have cared but knowing the situation we were in, every second counted.

Although we were all very nervous, Pope was the worst of all. He was pacing the dock, talking to himself in hushed tones. He was scaring me a little.

"Pope," Kiara spoke up, cautiously walking towards him.

He stopped and looked to her. "What if they got caught?"

Kiara cupped her hands and brought them to Pope's face. "No. They're fine, just late."

I stood beside Kiara. "She's right Pope, he'll be here any second."

"C'mon dude," JJ smirked, patting his friend on the back. "You know JB, he's always late."

Pope nodded, smiling at all of us. "You're right, he'll be here."

We all hugged Pope, hoping that our reassuring words helped him. To be honest, I didn't even know if I was correct. He could be caught or even worse, dead. The police around here had tunnel vision, like JJ said, and I was scared for John B. and Sarah. The reward mixed in with how determined the police were made a scary pair of odds for John B. and Sarah.

We all separate after a minute of hugging Pope, except for Kiara. She continues to hug Pope and reassure him, even after JJ and I have backed away. I don't say anything even though I know what's going on. I look to JJ to see if he senses the same thing, but I realized he's not looking at Kiara and Pope, he's looking at me. Inch by inch, he's shifted towards my side and now he's so close that his hand touches mine.

Once our fingers graze, my eyes widen and I pull away. He's making me so nervous. To avoid his fingers again, I cross my arms over my chest.

JJ looks away and towards Kiara and Pope, who are still talking. "So, are we gonna talk about it, or are you just gonna ignore me?"

I glance at him, scoffing quietly. "I'm not ignoring you. I'm trying to focus on the task at hand. I have to be responsible."

JJ groans. "How am I even attracted to you? Doesn't matter, I am."

Now I'm suppressing laughter. I turn towards him. His body is not facing me yet and he hasn't looked back at me. "You're attracted to me?"

JJ's eyes widen as I speak, turning towards me quickly. He's looking directly at me. "I'm -"

"Cops!" Pope yells, pointing to something behind us.

JJ and I both jump in surprise and turn around. Every hair on my body is up. I'm on high alert. These cops are probably here because they know we have something to do with John B. and they want to see who is gonna break. It's not gonna be me.

I see the police car park on the grass and turn off the ignition, the car's lights turning off. JJ stands in front of me as Kiara and Pope run closer to us. We're all trying to protect eachother just in case.

Yet, we don't have to protect eachother. Instead of a cop poking his head out of the car, it turns out to be John B. I laugh, surprised. He was definitely the last person I though I'd see driving a cop car.

"JB!" JJ yells, running to his friend as John B. makes his way to us.

"Hey." John B. smiles at us and hugs JJ. He looks completely exhausted. There's deep bags under his eyes I can see from where I'm standing. His clothes are very dirty too; sweat and dirt coating his body. I'm sure he'll be glad to be near the water.

Pope is not far behind and hugs him soon after. Kiara and I wait until he comes to us.

As he's hugging Kiara, JJ speaks up. "Where the hell did you get a cop car?"

John B. turned to JJ and shrugged. "Kinda stole it."

JJ howls, acting so juvenile. "That's so cool."

John B. turns to me and smiles. "Callie..."

I give him a shy smile. He doesn't need to say anything, I already know. I open my arms wide and hug him. This is the first time I'm actually talking to John B., let alone hugging him but it feels so natural. I know it's because we already feel so close to each other.

As we hug, John B. speaks. "I can't thank you enough. Sarah is so lucky to have you."

We let go of eachother and I look at John B. again. "You have me too now." Then, my brain reminds me of something and I feel like I got punched in the gut. "Where's Sarah?"

John B. frowns. "She said she'd meet me here. She's not here?"

I shake my head, starting to panic. If she's not with John B., then where the hell is she? Is she with the police? My mind is operating on minimal sleep and my brain is thinking of the worst possible situations.

"She's not." I'm full on panicking. The girl that's basically my sister is gone.

"I can't leave without her." John B. said, looking at all of us.

"No," Kiara frowns, grabbing onto John B.'s elbow. "You have to. Sarah's gonna get here eventually."

Kiara was right. Sarah was gonna show up eventually. We'll see John B. hopefully soon so Sarah will see him again.

Kiara is trying to push John B. to the boat but she's having difficulty.

Pope stops them and looks to John B., brows furrowed. "You're gonna get caught if you stay here any longer. How will that help Sarah?"

We have all surrounded John B. now. He nods, realizing Pope and Kiara are right. Even though it's hard for me because I know Sarah wants to say goodbye, we have to make sure John B. is away from OBX. That is our first priority.

John B. closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and then opens them again. He's looking at all of us, almost as if he's trying to remember what we look like. I have to keep reminding myself that this is not the last time I'm gonna see John B. Once we find out a way to clear his name, he'll be back.

He nods at me. "Tell Sarah I love her."

I nod, trying not to react to what he's said. I don't think they've said that to eachother yet and I'm sad they can't say it to eachother now.

John B. says goodbye one more time before walking past us and onto the dock. Kiara gives him the key and he waves at her first, then all of us. We wave back and we don't stop waving until he's on the boat and gone, his boat only a small dot on the water.

I can't believe we did it.

I turn to JJ, exhausted. "I can't believe Sarah didn't get to say goodbye."

JJ smirks. "Don't get all sappy on me. We're gonna see him again."

I nod, holding back tears. I'm holding back tears because of Sarah and John B. and how they didn't get to say bye, but mostly because I'm so exhausted. It's been a rough 24 hours and I know it's not gonna get any easier.

JJ reaches for my hand. "Are we gonna talk about my rad macking skills?"

I looked up at him, making a fake gagging sound. "If you ever say that word again, I'll kill you."

I don't know if the murder jokes were appropriate but JJ didn't mind.

"Which word? Rad? Or macking?" JJ sarcastically asks, stepping closer to me. I already know he wants to kiss me again and I'm ready for him to make the first move.

I scrunch my nose up. "Ew. Macking? Just say kissing."

"What a Kook." JJ rolled his eyes, glancing at my lips.

I wanna make fun of him but I can't because something else has caught his attention. He's looking at something behind me. I turn around and almost gasp. Behind us, on the dock, stood Kiara and Pope and they were kissing. Finally.

I scoffed, watching them for a second longer and then turning my head back around. "Wow -"

I can't get a word in because as soon as my head is facing JJ again, his lips are on mine. I kiss him back instantly, my hands reaching up to wrap around his neck.

I want to kiss him deeply but I never get the chance to because we're pulled apart by the sirens.

We look to the grass of JJ's house and we see like two or three black SUV's parking.

"Kiara! Pope!" I yell to them. They pull apart and follow my finger.

Once they see the police, they run to us. They're off the dock in seconds and we're trying to run but it's too late. The police, who I realize now are not police but the feds, have surrounded us. JJ grabs my hand and I hold onto his. No matter what, I'm not leaving these guys. They're my friends now. They're more than that. They're like family.

One of the feds steps forward. He stands right in front of me but he looks at all of us. Deputy Shoupe walks right past us and onto the dock, gun in hand. Once he sees that John B. is gone, he curses for a moment then holsters his weapon. He turns around and storms back to us.

"Where is he?" He glares at all of us. First he looks at Kiara. "Kiara, what would your father say?"

Kiara says nothing, she just holds onto Pope tighter.

Deputy Shoupe looks at Pope. "You're gonna loose your scholarship for your friends?"

Pope says nothing.

Deputy Shoupe then looks to JJ. "Not surprised. You really wanna go down like your old man?"

JJ says nothing. He only reacts to Shoupe's mean comments by squeezing my hand for a moment. I squeeze back.

The Deputy Shoupe looks to me. He looks beyond surprised. "Callie Miller? What are you doing hanging around with people like them."

I glare at Deputy Shoupe. I say nothing, only stare at a man that once use to coach my soccer team when I was younger. Now, this man meant nothing to me.

"Your parents are looking for you. Worried sick. Ward told us you ran off to help Sarah. She's manipulated you into thinking that John B. is innocent." Deputy Shoupe speaks to me but I stay silent. That is, until he brings up John B.'s innocence.

I take a deep breath and then speak. "John B. is innocent." My voice is even and smooth.

Shoupe has an amused look on his face. "I'm sure he is."

"It wasn't John B. who killed Peterkin. I was there. I saw it." I continued to stay cool.

The fed standing in front of me shifted on his feet when I said this. I look to him. His brows are furrowed but he speaks clearly, "Who did it then?"

I gulp. God, these four words were going to be so hard to say. But they must be said. For John B. "It was Rafe Cameron."

The fed raised his eyebrows but other than that, didn't look that surprised. I figured he didn't believe me either. Deputy Shoupe sure didn't.

"Rafe Cameron?" Shoupe laughed. "Why would Rafe want to kill Peterkin?"

My eyes narrowed. "Why would John B. kill Peterkin. She was the only cop that thought he was a good kid."

The fed in front of me sighed. "I've been told the same thing you're telling me now by another girl. That girl's name was Sarah Cameron."

My head instantly turned to the fed. "You know where Sarah is?"

He shook his head. "She left before I could properly talk to her."

I frowned. Where the hell was Sarah then? "Her and I are telling the truth. Why would we purposely rat out her brother?"

The fed is about to speak again but he doesn't get a chance to. Shoupe cuts him off. He's clearly annoyed about the whole escape John B. made and since he knows we won't talk, he is ready to get rid of us and look for John B.

"They're no use to us now." Shoupe says to the fed.

The fed shrugs. "Bring them along anyways. Their parents will pick them up there."

Shoupe looks at me. "Your parents are waiting for you Callie. You're riding in a different car."

My eyes widen. I look to JJ. He's in just as much shock as I am in. Shoupe grabs onto my arm and tips me from JJ's grasp.

I plant my feet to the floor. "No, let me stay with them."

Shoupe rolls his eyes. "C'mon Miller."

"Callie!" JJ yells, trying to push his way through the bodies of cops to get to me.

I look to him. "It's ok." I don't want to cry in front of him.

I see Kiara and Pope fighting the cops as well and I can't help but smile. They think I'm worth fighting for.

Before I can even wave goodbye, I'm thrown into the backseat of Shoupe's car and the doors are locked. The hardest part is watching all of my friends getting put into different cars. Although they're not beside me, I still feel their presence.

I close my eyes. I take a breath. I open my eyes. I'm gonna get through this and find Sarah. I'm gonna get back to my friends. That's not gonna be the last time I'm ever gonna see them.

I keep telling this to myself over and over again as Shoupe drives me to the headquarters.

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houndin-around · 4 years

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First off I just wanted to say thank you so much to everyone that follows me and deals with me 🥺💕 I kinda can’t believe I’m at 100? I have a lot more up coming so bare with me!! I also wanted to try my hand at writing a few headcanons for some of our favorite boys involving how they handle their emotions when they first find that special one! Will do some more later! And since I reached 100 followers I will also be releasing some of my world-building headcanons about my CEO Maul AU that is in the works!

Wolffe- This boy gets extremely, overwhelmed with his emotions and in turn, he begins lashing out at others accidentally. It's simply because he doesn't understand how to control all these new emotions he's experiencing and he's confused and scared. After all, he's not even supposed to be feeling like this so he feels as if he's failing:

*Ever since you convinced Plo Koon to aid his men to Aleen for support, Wolffe has started feeling weird. Any time you tried to approach him though, he was rather reserved and sometimes gave you the cold shoulder. That is until you kept pestering him and eventually broke that beskar like a shield he had up.

*He doesn’t understand what it is, and he’s convinced he’s picked up a bug or something while planetside. Though he refuses to admit being sick and keeps it to himself.

*Part of him doesn’t understand why he has the constant need to get off 24/7 either, and somehow his mind always ends up wandering to you.

*Maker is he spiraling in the hell of feelings.

*During a skirmish with the 501st, he starts lashing out at Boost more than usual because it’s a “life or death” situation, and any mistake they make during these drills reflect on the battlefield. Even though it’s just a friendly game Skywalker organized to keep the troopers entertained but also practice strategizing.

*As days pass, and the more you’re around Wolffe begins secluding himself more. Trying to deal with the weirdness he’s experiencing, still not able to pinpoint what the hell is going on with him.

*“Good you’re here.” When Sinker manages to locate his Commander and he barges into his quarters while starting to interrogate him.

*Wolffe felt like a blaster shot got him right in the chest. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, knowing he couldn’t escape Sinker’s questions. The commander hadn’t even noticed his emotions were controlling his behavior he was too wrapped up feeling like a defective clone.

*Wolffe knows clones weren’t supposed to have feelings, only to do their duty by serving the republic and that was it. Not even allowed to have possessions and yet, the idea of you being his was something he couldn’t suppress. It was wrong but anytime any other man spoke to you, held your attention he longed to stun them with his blaster.

*Eventually, Sinker was able to get Wolffe to unravel everything he was hanging onto. At first teasing, the commander was his first instinct, however, once he noticed how uncomfortable and shrunken the man in front of him was he immediately began comforting him.

*Wolffe made Sinker swear not to tell a soul, in exchange for relentless teasing and inside jokes between the two now. Something Wolffe “hates” but it’s better than everyone knowing, especially you while he gets all the advice from his brother on emotions, love, and most importantly how to get you in his grasp.

*“Kriff Wolffe, I’ve never seen you blush so much,” All Wolffe could let out was a low growl, eyes too focused on you walking down the hallway. Just the way you smiled and greeted him left him in a trance. “Guess that’s why they call it puppy love! Get it, Wolffe! Maybe we should just call you Wolffe Pup!”

*“Cut it out di’kut.” He hissed, walking away to escape to his quarters.

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Echo- This precious baby is worried he's not good enough for you. He's super shy and just wants to treat you the way you deserve is that too much to ask?

*100% hopeless romantic, but not sure how to execute it.

*This boy is SOFT. But he’s not one to seek out that attention for himself, he just wants to bask you in that attention, making you feel like you’re his whole world. Because you are. He’d do absolutely anything for you. But in the beginning, it was hard for him to even consider himself worthy of your love. He never knew what love actually felt like until he met you, but he was always intrigued by the idea of love.

*When he first locked eyes with you, it was in a cantina on Tatooine. Wrecker insisted on checking the planet out to scope out any odd bounties to take care of since there were no current missions.

*Of course, once his eyes met with yours that was it. A chill ran down his spine, and his cheeks were dusted with a rosy hue. Butterflies filling his stomach. Once the rest of the bad batch caught on, boy did they give him hell.

*Majority of their time on Tatooine, Echo would wander off by himself into town in hopes to run into you, but knowing damn well he wouldn’t try anything. He was far too scared and self-conscious about it. Especially after meeting the Techno Union, he didn’t feel worthy of your time, didn’t feel like he deserved anyone. He felt like a monster.

*If he wasn’t looking around for you, he was sitting outside the bad batch ship, prosthetic knees pulled into his chest as he pondered the true meaning of love. Considering the possibility you are what most call a “soul mate.”

*All the secret reading of holo novels and never prepared him for the true experience and now he’s left alone with his thoughts. Hatred building at all his imperfections he now has.

*Tech at one point tried to explain the whole biological basis of love and theories supporting it, but that only made Echo’s head spin. On the other hand, he had Wrecker in his ear on the vulgarities of love. Though, because these troopers were different, they didn’t discourage their brother either. They fully supported whatever would make him happy which only made him think of Fives even more. Fives would know what to say and guide him in the right direction because after all Fives always had civies swooning over him.

*“For Fives.” He’d repeat over and over, trying to muster the courage to even approach you at the market. Echo wanted his brother to be proud of him for stepping out of his comfort zone in an attempt to discover if what he was truly feeling was love.

*Even though he was embarrassed to admit it to himself, he attempted some of Fives’ pick up lines but when the words tumble out of his mouth…they sound more like rambles, managing to forget the important parts of said pick up lines leaving Echo red and more flustered

*He’s honestly so precious trying to follow in his brother’s footsteps. Even if he’s making a fool out of himself, the giggle he gets from you is so rewarding that he keeps coming back to your vendor stall.

*The way he sees you look at him like he’s not broken and defective based on his cybernetics makes his heart leap. He finally found someone that hasn’t pitied him or trying to fix him.

*This is love. This is without a doubt the definition of love he was searching for. Crosshair was wrong. Soul Mates did exist, and it was you. Maker was it you, and he will do his best to try and show you how much he cherishes you as he learns more.

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Fives- This man doesn’t stop at anything!! We all know he’s a popular man, but when that one special someone has his heart that’s it. He’s 100% devoted and will try to win their love every single day as if its started all over again. His pick up jokes are hella corny though and I will die on this hill!

*Confidence!!! Need I say more? Especially after a few drinks at 79s.

*This man will not hesitate to invade your personal space and whisper sweet nothings in someone's ear. Except when he tries it on you? He earns a swift smack to the face, damaging his ego a bit.

*Boy, the look on the rest of the 501st’ face should’ve been holorecorded. He’s NEVER rejected. But you weren’t the type to entertain drunk strangers. Despite the embarrassing encounter, Fives is plotting another scheme to get your attention. Although let's be honest, he’s always scheming!

*Even though he has a pretty high body count, it never meant anything to him. Just some stimulation and stress relief. However, that all stopped when he laid eyes on you. He swore to himself that he’d do everything in his power to be with you. But not just intertwined in the sheets, no, soul and all, hand and hand.

*Fives has heard about love before, but he never really thought he’d find someone who made him feel like that. If he was being honest with himself, he was kinda skeptical about it. After all, he didn’t really know anyone who experienced it. At least he wasn’t aware.

*It took him quite a few days of talking in the mirror and hyping himself up before he dared to try again before it dawned on him you may not even be there again. This kind of sends him spiraling a bit, anxiety starting to creep up on him like a Rishi Eel.

*One thing about Fives though is he’s determined. He was willing to wait as long as he possibly could to cross paths with you once more in hopes to patch things up and catch your attention. Some of the boys had Kix check up on their brother as he was constantly rambling to himself, thinking about all the possible scenarios he’d had with you at 79s. He managed to convince everyone he was fine though, just strategizing.

*His second attempt at winning you over went a little something like this; You were leaning against the bar, talking to a friend while he waltzed up to order a drink. He notices your friend begins to nudge you, only for you to roll your eyes once you see who it is. Of course, he’s got that stupid grin on his face, ready to work his magic. “You look tired darling.” His mouth hovers over the brim of the glass, eyes locking with yours. “I’m fine.” Your eyebrow raised, curious as to what game this clone was playing. You had to admit he was ballsy and hot…in an irritating kind of way. “Hmm...Surprised.” Fives mumbled taking another sip of his Trandoshan ale, “Cos you’ve been running through my mind all day.” The friend next to you ended up spitting her drink on the floor and your face beat red and not because of the alcohol.

*Once he laid out that card, that was it. He locked you in and you had no choice but to give him some of your time.

*Just the way he admires the words tumbling out of your lips, all attention on you, is surprising. Here you thought you had a man just wanting to slip into your pants and yet, he’s listening to your life story, asking questions about you. Your likes, dislikes, everything.

*He’s not one to admit he’s wrong, but he apologizes for his first interaction with you. Even admits that he was so awestruck with your beauty that his brain just stopped functioning.

*After several outings, his demeanor never changes. He’s so into you and remembers every detail about you. Any shift in your tone and he’s pressing you to talk about whatever is on your mind. Wanting to be the one to help you through it all.

*“Ya know Rex. I think I’m in love?” The captain couldn’t help but let out a snicker before realizing Fives is serious. “You? In love? Since when was that possible?” Fives just rolled his eyes and gave Rex a somewhat gentle push, before sneaking a peek at the holopic he has of you. Love was better than he expected, especially when it involved you.

#headcanon #star wars #star wars clone wars #clone wars #clone wars fanfic #commander wolffe #clone trooper echo #arc trooper echo #arc trooper fives #clone trooper fives #fives #echo #wolffe

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shortythescreen · 4 years

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codename crypto

Warning(s): NSFT/18+. Violence – mostly in the form of fist fights. Vaginal sex, oral sex, kind of enemies to lovers? Gender Neutral reader but words for their parts are pussy/cunt/clit so keep that in mind going in!

Relationship(s): Crypto/Reader.

Author’s Notes: Reader is a bounty hunter in this one! I had a ton of fun with it and I hope y’all enjoy it – fight scenes aren’t really my forte lmao.

“Tae-Joon Park,” someone says from his left, and Crypto freezes mid step, blood chilling. He hasn’t heard his name in a long enough time that he should be relieved he still recognizes it. Were he in any other circumstance, he might even be happy to hear it.

Yet, he’s in a shitty motel room, on the run for crimes he didn’t commit. He hasn’t spoken to anyone that would know his real name in person in well over a few months.

“You’ve got quite a rap sheet,” the person says and Crypto finally turns to look at the corner their voice came from.

You have one leg crossed over the other, phone propped in your hand, which rests idly on the arm of the chair you’ve claimed. Your seat is in just the right spot that, if you’d stayed quiet, he might not have noticed you. The light of the setting sun just hits one of your boots and he would have to squint to see your face if it weren’t lit up by your phone.

“Evading police capture, assaulting an officer, and ooh, would you look at that, second degree murder-”

“Who are you? And how did you get in here?” He bristles and you smirk, looking at him without turning your head away from your phone.

“Y’know, you’re pretty smart. Paranoid, but smart. Leaving bugs around all the entrances to alert you if someone breaks in,” you say, “but my god, the guy up front was too easy to bribe. Like, disgustingly easy. Like, if you’re going to choose a sleazy motel, you might want to choose a sleazy motel that isn’t run by a sleaze-”

You stop when Crypto whips out his drone, holding it up to your face like a gun. You raise an eyebrow at him, finally clicking the phone screen off and setting it face down on the arm of the chair. You stare past the drone to look at his face.

“Get out,” he spits, “and forget you saw me.”

You sigh through your nose, rolling your eyes. Bracing yourself on the arms of the chair, you stand up, leaving a measly inch or two between you and the head of the drone.

“So, my name is-”

“I don’t care. Get out.”

“You cared earlier. Don’t be rude.”

You introduce yourself with a grand flourish, holding your arms out like an actor on stage. “I’m a bounty hunter,” you add.

Crypto surges forward, ramming the point of the drone against your chest. You let out a little noise as you’re shoved back into the chair, your phone clattering to the floor as the legs squeak across the tile floors.

“Who sent you?” He seethes.

You hold one hand up, the other rubbing little circles where he struck you. You pout. “Hey, that wasn’t nice.”

“Who sent you?”

“No one. There’s just a pretty price on your head, buddy.”

“The Syndicate put out a reward?”

“You know, it’s a good idea to keep track of your net worth,” you say, “you’re a pretty shitty criminal.”

“Because I’m not one,” he snaps, half against his will, “I was framed.”

“Ooh, I’ve heard this one before,” you grin, “can I tell it? I’ma tell it. You were innocently living your apple pie lifestyle, making an honest living, just scraping by, when all the sudden, you spilled coffee on a Syndicate leader’s shirt. They got so pissed off they framed you for the murder of that poor girl-”

“Don’t talk about her,” Crypto says, watching your expression change. “Don’t bring her into this.”

You stop and Crypto doesn’t realize you’d been pressing into the drone until you settle back into the chair. Your fingers drum against the arms of the chair.

“Huh,” you say, then you lift your legs and kick his out from under him.

Crypto’s free hand slaps the floor and you leap from your seat to knee him in the chin, the chair you were in flying back. His teeth rattle but he rolls to the side before you can land a steel toed kick. He hurls his drone at you, and you duck just before it hits you, darting forward.

Your leg sweeps out to catch his temple, but he grabs your ankle, pulling you off your feet. Your back hits the floor with a loud thump and you grunt, disoriented. Crypto tries to grab your foot that’s still free, lifting himself up, and you take the opportunity to knock your heel against his teeth.

His mouth tastes like iron and he ignores the throb in favor of pinning the bloody boot that caught him down. He uses his grip to drag you across the floor and you push yourself to sit up, forehead touching his as he crouches over you.

“You know,” you pant, “you’re actually kinda cute.”

Crypto traps one of your legs beneath his, freeing one of his hands. You quickly jab at his sternum and with a wheeze he catches your fist. You barely have time to swing for his cheek before he’s pinning you down, his legs on either side of one of yours and his hands sealing yours above your head.

His blood drips onto your face as he pants above you and you still, watching him. You’re unphased by the steady drip, drip, drip of blood onto your cheek and that’s when Crypto realizes you’ve split his lip.

Your chest rapidly rises and falls, hair smushed beneath your head. Your vision is still clearing from the hit your head had taken when he’d dragged you down beneath him.

“Really cute,” you breathlessly murmur and Crypto doesn’t like the way his gut jumps at how thrilled you sound.

Then, you slam your head into his, and he releases you with an ungraceful flail. He falls onto his ass, eyes swimming into the view of the barrel of your gun.

You cock it quickly, panting as you rise to one knee. There’s not much of a height advantage like this but he’s injured, and you’ve got a gun.

“You’d put an innocent man in jail for money?” He wheezes, his eyes swimming into view of your gun.

“We all gotta eat, baby,” you say. “And the Syndicate can make sure I eat for a good, long while if I bring you in.”

“You didn’t say I was guilty,” he grunts.

You say nothing, wobbling to your feet. “C’mon, Park, stand up. Let’s not make this any harder than it’s been.”

Crypto grunts, glaring up at you. You stare down at him, all your earlier smarminess replaced by a gravity he didn’t think he could see from someone so smug. Still, he pushes his tired legs to stand.

“Thanks, guy. No hard feelin-in-in-”

You hiss through your teeth as electricity bolts through you. Your gun clatters to the floor, out of your stiffening hands and Tae-Joon watches you crumple.

The little drone crowds the corner of your vision. It almost looks like a puppy in your fizzling mind. Your body curls at an unnatural angle as your eyes start rolling back.

“Yeah,” he says, “no hard feelings.”

It’s the last thing you hear before you pass out.

[page break]

Crypto forgets about you, mostly. The experience makes him more vigilant (paranoid). He has no idea how it is you found him – or if you’ve relayed your exchange to the syndicate. So, he invests in an anti-facial recognition neck piece, among other things to remain covert.

A few months pass and after finding himself looking in dark corners a little more than he should, he begins to relax. Somewhat.

Crypto’s sitting in a sports bar. It’s at least one in the morning yet the bustle of activity has yet to die down, something that he’s grateful for. Should anyone spy him, he can make a quick getaway among rowdy civilians.

Nursing a glass of scotch as he squints at his laptop, Crypto barely acknowledges the footsteps around him.

“You need glasses, huh?”

Crypto’s head snaps up at your voice. Your face floods his vision as quickly as the memory of you does and he bristles.

Your hands are stuffed into the pockets of the same stupid leather jacket you were wearing last time. He wonders if his blood is still on your boot.

He doesn’t look down to check and doesn’t respond to your question either.

“I mean, Jesus, you’ve been staring at that laptop like it hurt you,” you snort, “real subtle way to blend in at a bar. You look like a confused college student.”

“What are you doing here?” Crypto finally grits out. You roll your eyes, sliding into the booth he’s occupied at. You move to flag down a waitress, but he grabs your forearm midair, squeezing tightly.

You turn to face him, your faces only a few inches apart. If you were to scoot a little to the left, your thighs would be touching.

“Let go of my arm or I’ll scream,” you say calmly, “and that really won’t help you blend in here, Tae-Joon.”

“Don’t call me that,” Crypto hisses, slamming your hand down onto the table then releasing. You raise your brows, unimpressed. Then, you flag down a waitress, asking for some fruity drink.

“Why not? It’s your name,” you say through a sweet, faux smile. It slowly melts off your face as the waitress walks away with your order and he glares at your placid expression.

“Not anymore,” he says, and his tone catches your attention. You turn to look at him, twisting a little, and your knees do touch.

“Well, we could argue the logistics all night long,” you say, a little too flippantly for the way you look at him. “But I’m not calling you Crypto, that’s just fucking lame.”

Crypto heaves a great, giant sigh, burying his face in his hands. His fingers stutter up to his temples, where he presses down to try and soothe a forming headache.

“How did you find me?” He asks you for the second time.

“You don’t blend well,” you tell him, “has anyone ever told you that? You stick out.”

Crypto curses in his native tongue, speaking through gritted teeth. “How the hell did you find me?”

You sniff, that pretty, fake smile gracing your features as the waitress returns with your drink. It glows some odd shade of pink, and you pluck a cherry from the glass. You eat it in one bite, wagging a finger at him, the rest of them clutching the stem.

“You-” you pause to swallow, “you might hide yourself from cameras and surveillance, Park, but you’re shit at hiding from people.”

“There’s people here who know my name?” Crypto whispers, staring at his laptop, which has gone idle.

“No. But you’re kinda hard to miss, Mr. Laptop-In-A-Bar. And I’ve got a bunch of narratives that are believable,” you say, “my personal favorite is-”

“I don’t care.”

“Don’t be rude,” you say, “my favorite is where you’re my cheating husband, run off with your lover. People get so weird about that shit—or righteous. Either they’re all like, “oh, uh, shit, sorry”, or they’re like, “he’s that way, kick his ass.””

Crypto half smirks, glancing at you. It’s the first time he’s come close to smiling since Mila’s death. “You couldn’t if you tried.”

“You cheated last time,” you pout, “I could totally kick your ass.”

“Anything goes if you’re trying to arrest me,” he replies.

“I’m not trying to arrest you, though. I’m trying to collect a bounty on you.”

“That’s the same thing.”

“Not quite! Cops are assholes with shitty pay. I’m an asshole with decent pay.”

The mention of your payment weighs on Crypto. He investigated it after your last meeting – the reward for his capture is humongous. Still, could your greed really beat out what’s right? You seemed to believe him last time.

“Could you really put an innocent man away just for some money?” He asks, turning to really look at you. If he were Tae-Joon, he might’ve thought you were cute. He might have even asked to buy you a few drinks, asked to see you again.

But he’s not Tae-Joon anymore. You’ve grown oddly quiet then sniff, turning away. Crypto doesn’t give you the opportunity to say whatever it is you’re thinking, beginning to rapidly type.

“What are you doing anyway?” You ask, leaning in, and your shoulder brushes his as you peer at his laptop screen. “You stick out like a sore fucking thumb with this thing.”

He doesn’t answer, instead continuing his rapid typing. You vaguely recognize some of the code having learned a little for your purposes. You never honed your skills though and before your brain can register what it is that Crypto’s doing, he’s moving onto the next phase.

A green loading bar appears on the screen.

“Hello, Tae-Joon?” You say, “Earth to TJ-”

Trapped in a booth, you don’t have time to move out the way as Crypto punches you in the face. Sitting down, he doesn’t clock you well enough to do anything more than catch you off guard.

You slam your glass into the side of his head, and it shatters. Crypto squeezes his eyes shut, scooting back and out of the booth before you can ball your bleeding hand into a fist to punch him. You follow him out, swinging and missing.

By now, you’ve drawn the attention of the bar goers. Crypto’s eyes reopen, blood dribbling from the little wounds on the side of his face, and you find yourself oddly focused on the way it pools beneath his chin.

Your hand shakes from the glass stuck in it but you charge him anyway, slamming your knee up into his sternum, then your elbow into his side as you begin to drop.

Crypto grabs your arm, twisting it so you’re suddenly looking at the floor. You bare your teeth, pushing against his fist between your shoulder blades.

He’s pressing you down with all his might and the way your arm is contorted behind your back makes you grit your teeth. He’s stronger than you, bigger, and sweat begins to form on your brow.

You barely register the sounds of people cheering the two of you on as you manage to lift yourself up. Just enough that you can sweep a leg back and knock one of Crypto’s legs from beneath him. As he falls to one knee, his grip slackens and you swing around, throwing a leg over his shoulder and interlocking your fingers to strike his skull.

Crypto reaches up to grab your sides in a vice. His hot breath on your stomach sends a plume of adrenaline through you and you growl, violently pounding on his head. You ignore the searing pain in your hand.

Remarkably, he stands, one of your legs dangling down by his torso and the other wrapped around his head. You beat your fists against his skull, once, twice, one more time. He storms forward, slamming you onto the table you two had been chatting at.

The breath leaves your lungs and before you have time to gather it back, Crypto wraps his fingers around your throat.

One hand wraps around his wrist as you gasp, one leg still over his shoulder, the other flailing against his waist. Your blood stains the opening of his jacket.

The edges your vision begin to round, making the world look like a fishbowl. You clench your teeth, balling your free hand into a fist. You slam it once on the table before throwing a vicious hook at his temple.

He flinches but doesn’t move. You buck beneath him, trying to throw him off, but Crypto doesn’t budge and your mouth opens and shuts like a fish.

He’s so solid. And warm.

You punch him in the throat. He brutally coughs, releasing you to clutch it and stumble away. You gulp air back into your lungs greedily, head throbbing with the swell of oxygen. You paw for your thigh and with a hand that feels like lead, you pull out your gun, sitting upright again.

You don’t have the focus to aim yet but the onlookers from the bar all scream when they see your gun. The circle they’d formed breaks up, people running in different direction, creating waves you can’t comprehend. Your eyes dart around and you jump up as you spot Crypto pushing through the crowd.

“Tae-Joon!” You scream, raising the pistol. “Tae-Joon! God fucking damn it!”

People have scattered and you lose sight of the white coat in the madness. With a groan, you fall back against the table. You drag a hand down your face, ignoring the blood on it when you pull it back. His laptop catches your eye and you turn it to face you.

The green bar is gone, but so is everything else. You tap on one of the keys impatiently, trying to get it to wake up. Even though you’ve put your gun down, people are still running. The white noise is accompanied by a white cursor on a screen that refuses to change from the color black.

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Crypto doesn’t stay in one place for very long.

His most extended period at any one motel is about a week. He’s pushing it now, his sixth day in one spot, but he’s just been so exhausted. He at least has sense enough to pick up groceries at different stores around the place he’s staying.

He’s at a grocery store, eyeing the ice cream section. He could really go for some rocky road. If he’s going to get it, he should get a pint instead of a gallon and make sure to polish it off before tomorrow morning. Crypto opens the freezer door, reaching in to get his ice cream.

“Didn’t think you’d have a sweet tooth,” you say as the freezer door shuts. Crypto’s eyes shut, hand idling with his grip on the ice cream. He sighs through his nose. “Tae-Joon.”

“Don’t call me that,” he mutters defeatedly. His eyes open and he finds you smirking, your head tilted to the side as you watch him from beneath raised eyebrows.

“I still think Crypto’s lame,” you tell him.

“I don’t care what you think,” he says, and before he can think too hard about your pout, he’s turning, walking away from you in the aisle.

“Hey, I was talking to you,” you say, and the heavy clunk of your boots alerts him that you’re hurrying to match his pace. He drops his rocky road in his basket, looking straight ahead, like maybe he can will you away if he doesn’t meet your eyes. “Tae-Joon? Hello? Tae-Joon. Tae-Joon. Tae-Joon. Tae-”

“Would you shut up?” He finally hisses, abruptly stopping, head snapping to glare at you. Your smirk widens, hands sliding into your pockets. “What do you want?”

“You know what I want,” you say.

“You’re not going to get it.”

“Not now anyway. We’re in the ice cream aisle.”

“I’m starting to hate the ice cream aisle.”

“Says the one buying rocky road.”

You two are at a standstill and after a long pause, Crypto grunts, making his way across the store. This time, though, he’s unhurried and you’re able to match his strides without half jogging. He turns down another aisle, pausing at the cereal bars.

“I’ve been trying to blend in,” he tells you, grabbing the store brand peanut butter bars.

“I know,” you say, “you’re getting harder to find.”

That… is a good thing. Surprising, but a good thing. He’s bitter to admit that your advice from your last run in is a large part of the reason he’s getting better at hiding, but he would have been hard pressed to care about the eyes of civilians on him had you not pointed out they could be questioned.

“You gonna give up?” He asks, heading for the self-checkout.

“I’m here, aren’t I?” You say, moving over to bag up his items as he scans them. He watches you from the corner of his eye, oddly at ease despite knowing you’re trying to apprehend him. It’s becoming a constant and those are very few in the life of Crypto. You step back at you finish bagging up and he pulls out a card with a name that isn’t his to pay.

“You steal that?” You ask.

“No. It’s all mine. Just under an alias,” he tells you. He doesn’t notice the way your eyes flicker to the ground, finding a spot near his feet to stare at.

“You know I have to try,” you tell him as a digital receipt is offered. Crypto declines it and lifts his groceries, headed for the exit. “To take you in, I mean. I gotta eat.”

“You could have a cereal bar,” he offers, and you snort, following him out, hands still in your pockets. You two pause at the exit and Crypto isn’t sure what’s going to happen.

“Do you miss her?” You ask him and he glances over at you. You elaborate at his silence. “Mila. All the reports say you two grew up together.”

He tenses, glancing around, and you follow his gaze to some cameras in the corner. You jerk your head to the left and the two of you stroll down the sidewalk, yellowish streetlights illuminating the dark roads.

“Why are you asking?” He asks.

“I want to know.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanna, Tae-Joon, Jesus Christ. It’s like pulling teeth with you.”

“How do I know you’re not bugged?”

That’s a reasonable question. You know it is. It’s why your jaw clenches and you stare ahead, avoiding his eyes. Then you unceremoniously stop. He unconsciously stops with you and watches as you turn, slinking into the shadows of an alcove between buildings. He watches you in the dark, holding your arms out.

“Scan me.” You say. He raises his eyebrows at you, surprised. Glancing around, Crypto follows you into the dark spot, setting his groceries down. He pulls Gi off his back, touching a button on his side, then allowing him to scan you.

The rays from his eye remain green as they flash down your front, casting a glow across your skin. His eyes follow the scan, like he’s looking for something, but Gi is doing all the looking for him. His eyes flicker back up to yours and he’s sure your gaze has never left his face.

“Pat me down. You don’t know if I could have anti-scan tech,” you offer.

“Gi would’ve bypassed it,” he dismisses.

“Do it,” you say and Crypto’s head tilts as Gi takes his place on his back once again. For a minute, he thinks about taking his groceries and running. About maybe even leaving his groceries. Your eyes pin him, though, and with a giant, heaving sigh, Crypto creeps into your space.

His hands diligently slide up and down the arms of your jacket, feeling what he’s now certain is faux leather. His synthetic fingertips brush the tops of your hands and he quickly disregards whatever spark bolts through him in favor of palpating your sides. You’re firm, warm, and devoid of anything that might be a device. Crypto kneels, continuing down to your legs, and maybe he squeezes a little too hard when he hits your thighs.

Your breath hitches above him and Crypto glances up at you. You stare straight ahead, past him, and his hands slide up the backs of your calves, searching, seeking. As he stands up, he’s not sure of what anymore.

“Do you miss Mila?” You ask again, hands finally dropping to your sides. He glances away from you, at the dirty, moldy building.

“Yes. Often.” He says softly, almost hard to hear over the steady drip-drip-drip of a leaky pipe at the back of the alcove. “She was… stupid. And reckless. But I loved her.”

You nod, looking down at his shoes and pulling your upper lip between your teeth. Your gaze slowly flicks up the length of him, to his gaze that has refocused on you.

“I have to try to take you in,” you tell him.

“But my Rocky Road,” he says, and you bite back a smile.

“Don’t make me laugh, asshole,” you say, reaching up to crack your knuckles. He sighs heavily.

His Rocky Road melts.

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You can’t get Tae-Joon out of your mind.

Every time he escapes you, he gets harder to find. In your mad pursuit to catch him, you’ve found yourself forgetting about other bounties.

You’ve seen him a few other times since your talked about Mila – never without some kind of conversation passing between you before you try to take him in again. He always manages to slip between your fingers, disappearing into the crowd for you to track again.

You know you should be more worried about the rolls of cash you carry on you slowly beginning to disappear. There’s easier fish to fry than Tae-Joon, guys that will make your life easier, keep your income flowing.

And yet…

You’ve liked the game of cat and mouse you two have settled into. You think he does too. Crypto never would have gone to well lit, camera rich locations before you two met – tracking him to that seedy motel and that even seedier bar had been through strokes of luck that you refused to acknowledge as anything more than that. Now, though, you’ve gone in as a detective, seeing his face in department stores, in shopping malls.

In Orphanage documents next to Mila.

He’s… Different, than the criminals you usually pursue. He’s one that keeps you up at night, makes you truly doubt you’re doing the right thing.

He’ll never let you take him in without a fight – but sometimes, you think maybe he’s seeking you out for companionship. Maybe, on some level, you’re seeking him out for the same thing. For the banter you two have when you’re together, for the way his sharp, tired eyes size you every time you slide into the booth across from him or take a walk with him around a department store.

“The universe can get pretty lonely,” you mutter to yourself, holed up in a shitty motel, staring at the grainy photos before you, a little drone trailing someone in a long, white coat.

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Crypto has come to expect you.

Whether he’s in a gas station around the corner from his motel, or in a completely different district from the last time you saw him, you always seem to crop up. You approach him pleasantly, all smiles and small talk. Like an old friend.

Then, you try to subdue him. He’s still recovering from your last bout, a nasty, purplish bruise across his ribs from where you tackled him into some perfume display.

He always manages to get away. You pull out your gun in some crowded place and people scatter, giving him the cover to maneuver from your clutches. He’s not quite sure if you do it out of desperation or if you want to give him the opportunity.

He wouldn’t doubt he’s pushed you to the edge if it weren’t for the look in your eyes. You’re the better fighter. Dirtier, more experienced. If you two went at it long enough, you could probably get him in cuffs, or at least keep him in one place long enough for the Syndicate to arrive and apprehend him. Yet, every time, you pull your weapon, staring at him as you do. You never take your eyes from your target – until he’s in a crowd where you can no longer see him.

Today, you’re not really on his mind. He has business at Noir and Blake’s – a shitty club in a corner of the red light distract that deals with people like him. People that are wanted. He’s in the final phases of his plan, of breaching the Syndicate like he desperately needs to.

He shoulders into the club, the blacklights making his coat glow neon. Partygoers dance around him, bumping each other back and forth, and he can hardly hear the DJ over the loud thump of the bass. He ignores its steady thump, looking around for his informant.

He’s early but he supposes he’d been hoping his informant would be too. Even as he peers at the VIP sections, he doesn’t see the gentleman that will give him the new identification and records he needs to start in the games. With a displeased grunt, Crypto stands at the edge of the dance floor, packed with people, pushing him against the velvet rope. His hands sit in his pockets, and Gi idly scans all their faces, his camera facing them.

“Tae-Joon,” you greet, like you always do, invading his mind when he doesn’t want and Crypto doesn’t turn his head to look at you. Instead, he turns away, facing the dance floor. “Didn’t take you for a clubber.”

“I’m not,” he says, “I’m waiting on someone.”

“Aw, you’re too sweet,” you coo, nudging him with your elbow. He snorts, nostrils flaring in amusement as you lazily twist to face the same direction as him. You two stand in companionable silence for a while and Crypto is almost concerned.

“Here to take me in again?” He asks, breaking the silence. You hum, fingers wrapped around the velvet red rope separating the VIP area of the club from the rest.

“Not yet,” you tell him. He snorts. You smirk. It’s an easy rhythm, one you fall into just as easily as the thump-thump-thump of the music. “C’mon, get a drink with me.”

“Don’t poison me,” he warns, although he’s already following you towards the bar. Your leather jacket doesn’t change color under the black light, though your skin glows an eerie color. His eyes flicker across your back, across the muscular line of your calves, and he finds himself slowing to allow you to make it to the bar before him.

You order both of you something, leaning your forearms on the bar. He stands idly near you, waiting for a chair to open should someone drunk enough decide to join the hoard at your backs. You watch the bartender go. Then, not looking at him, you speak.

“For what it’s worth, I believe you.” You say and Crypto stays silent as the bar tender drops two drinks in front of you. He’s pretty sure they’re both bourbons. He still picks up the one placed in front of you instead of him and you snort, grabbing the other one. You amble around to face him, lifting your glass and take a deep gulp of what is—he tries it himself—definitely bourbon.

“About Mila, I mean,” you elaborate and Crypto stiffens, looking down at you. You smile at him, teeth white under the black light, though it doesn’t reach your eyes, glowing just as much. “I don’t think you killed her.”

“What changed your mind?” He asks, curious.

“I never thought you did. Not for sure,” you say, finishing off the glass. You clear your throat at the burn and he watches the way your nose wrinkles a little more closely than he means to. “But I’ve been… Looking into things. About you. About her. I don’t think you could’ve done it… Plus, the Syndicate’s timeline doesn’t make’a lick’a sense.”

Crypto hums, watching you over the rim of his glass. You turn your head, looking down the line of the bar, and Crypto does the same. He wonders if you know who he’s here to see. If you know what he’s planning. The part of him that still has sense reminds him that no, you couldn’t. Still, though, you two have been at this dance for so long – who’s to say what you know and what you don’t?

“Are you still gonna take me in?” He asks. You chuckle, lips curling upwards as you keep your eyes on other people.

“I should, shouldn’t I? You’ve drained my bank account with all this damn moving around.” You don’t move your head, but your eyes meet his, and you watch him from the corner of your eye. You have that look again, like you’re waiting on something. Like you’re giving him the opportunity to get away.

“I could feed you,” he says, matching the question in your eyes. What do you want?

“You sure could, TJ,” you say, pushing off the edge of the bar, almost closing the space between your bodies. He turns his head down to look at you, at the way you look at him, at the way that cruel little smirk of yours twists into something else. Something gradual.

“Yeah,” he says, reaching down. You snatch his wrist before it gets to yours, tilting your head as you look up at him. He could punch you. He could cause a panic, run away in this crowded space, leave you to chase him down again. Now with the knowledge that he’s as innocent as he’s always claimed.

He pulls his wrist from your grasp, sliding the synthetic skin of his burned off fingertips into yours. You observe the tangle of your fingers and with no resistance, he pulls you away from the bar.

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He pushes you up against the sink of this stupid, shitty club. Your shirt thumps with the bass outside and your legs hook around his waist. You don’t care about the way your jeans scrape against the rust on the sink, or how someone is going to figure out what you two are doing. You don’t care about anything except his fingers, on fire and freezing at the same time, digging into your thighs, parting them so he can wedge himself closer.

“Tae-Joon,” you whisper, and he smothers your words with a kiss, tongue pressing between your lips. He tastes like bourbon, and bad choices, and your legs lock tighter around his waist.

You hurriedly push that stupid coat off his shoulders, and he’s already unbuttoning your jeans. Your nails dig into his shoulder blades and he outright moans against your lips as you rake downwards.

He pulls away from your mouth to drag hurried kisses down your throat. His breath puffs against your skin, made sensitive by what he’s doing to you, and pleasant chills go down your spine as he tries to tug your jeans down.

“We shouldn’t do this here,” you breathe. You slip your hands beneath the hem of his shirt, dragging up, and he winces back. You pause as he raises his head to look at you, giving you a moment to explore what you’ve done to him. To feel the puffy skin where you last left your mark.

“Fuck me,” you sigh, dragging him back into a kiss. Tae-Joon’s lips are messy on yours, desperate, like he’s been waiting for this between every punch, every bite and kick. He tugs at the waist band of your jeans again, managing to drag them halfway down your ass. With a reluctant huff, you pry your hands away from his—delicious, slim, bruised—sides.

Pressing your palms flat to the bathroom counter, you lift yourself up, hips bucking into his as you use your grip around his waist for leverage. A whine leaves his throat as you rub up against him, hot and hard, and he shucks down your jeans so quick you almost fall off the edge of the sink.

“Why do you wear such tight jeans? How do you even get a kick in with these on?” He mumbles, taking pouting steps away from you to unlace one of your boots. You half laugh, breathless.

“No better than you do in that ridiculous fucking coat,” you tell him, and he smirks, your boot clunking to the floor as he pulls it off. You think he’s going to go for the other – but instead, he only pulls one side of your jeans off, leaving the other stuck to the boot you still have on before he’s on you again.

“Seriously?” You ask as he bunches your shirt up, over your chest.

“Seriously,” he mutters, and you go to laugh, only for the noise to die on your lips as he encases a nipple in his mouth.

“Tae-Joon,” you gasp as his tongue flickers over it, bringing it to a swollen, puffy stand. Your fingers slide up, to the short, cropped edges of his hair, and tug harshly. He half whimpers against your chest, teeth singeing the edges of your nipple in vengeance.

His fingers dance across your thigh, towards the edges of your underwear. Then, without warning, he presses his fingertips against your swollen, aching clit.

“Fuck!” You gasp, the noise punched from your lungs. Your underwear sticks uncomfortably to your wet cunt, outlining its pretty lips, and Tae-Joon seems to be enjoying himself in figuring out what it looks like before he sees it. He spreads your wetness across the aching shape of you, middle finger riding harsh circles against your clit.

Using your grip on his hair, you haul him back up, to your lips, dragging him close again. His fingers pause on your clit and the noise you make would be embarrassing if Tae-Joon didn’t swallow it. He pushes his hand into the waistband of your underwear, using his knuckles to pry the soaked cloth away from your pussy. He groans against you as he feels your arousal, pulling away so only your noses brush.

“You’re so wet,” he whispers, and you want to grit out something sarcastic but then he touches you, a finger hooking inside with almost no resistance and the moan that leaves you speaks for itself.

“Wanna-” you’re cut off as she fucks his finger against that spongy spot inside of you that would make your knees weak if you weren’t on a sink’s counter. “Fuck, Tae-Joon, wanna touch you too.”

He shudders, sighing at your words and with one more well-placed thrust of his finger, he pulls it out. The sticky trail of your juices is mostly wiped away on your underwear and he steps back to let you down.

You stumble, the foot caught in your boot and jeans making you lean sideways. You huff, leaning back against the bathroom counter and lifting your foot to begin unlacing your boot. You’re so focused that you don’t realize Tae-Joon’s laughing until you hear the quiet chortle. Your eyes raise and you feel your heart slow, vision clouding just a little at the way the corners of his eyes have crinkled up, how he’s covering his mouth with one hand, the other idling on his hip.

“Shut up,” you say through a smile and he drops his hand, showing you the little gap between his teeth. Something in your chest snaps and you’re yanking your boot off, shaking your foot so your jeans will land on the floor. Gracelessly, you fall to your knees, cold on the floor as you drag him closer to you by the loops of his pants.

He says something in his native tongue, hand carding through your hair to push it away from your face. You long zip of his pants gives way to a large gap as you open it up and you sigh at the sight of his cock, already smearing a stain into the strain of his underwear.

“You look so good,” you mumble, and he hums, continuing to pet your hair away. Then, you tug the fabric keeping you from your prize down. Your mouth waters at the sight of his cock, hard and aching, wet, pink tip sneaking out from the uncut top. “Jesus Christ.”

“Not my name,” he breathes down and you snort and without any more preamble, you lean in, lips hugging the crown of his cock. He whimpers, hand tightening to a fist in your hair. It makes it difficult to move, but saliva wells in your mouth and you find yourself hollowing your cheeks to tighten the space you suck him into.

Tae-Joon is surprisingly responsive. You wonder how long it’s been for him, if you’re the first to touch him in months, maybe even years. That shouldn’t send a thrill you, but it does, and your tongue greedily flickers over the tip of his leaking cock, eating all that he gives you.

You move your head from left to right, exhaling through your nose to ignore the urge to gag as you push him towards your throat. He groans and the noise is so loud it has your eyes flickering to the door.

Then, you realize why Tae-Joon doesn’t seem to care.

Posed at the door is his little drone, wings spread, and green scanner honed on the door. He’s locked it from the inside without having to lick a finger, and maybe you start to suck a little more in earnest when you realize how badly he didn’t want to be interrupted.

You squeeze his thigh, wet lips dragging along his cock, back and forth, suck and release, and Crypto’s fingers tremble as he tries to keep your hair from falling in your face. Finally, you pull off of him with a loud, wet pop, and just in time, as the tip of his cock has turned red with incoming explosion.

“No,” he half pleads, “don’t stop.”

“I want you,” you say, “and I don’t think I’m gonna get to have you if you cum down my throat.”

The mere thought has him groaning, palming at his rigid dick. Tae-Joon grabs your hips, spinning you to face the sink he’d perched you on when you two first stumbled in together.

He crowds your back, erection resting against the line of your ass through your underwear. His hands slide down your stomach, towards your underwear, and he begins to push down, lips finding your throat once again. “I don’t have a condom.”

“My wallet. Back pocket of my jeans,” you say and he hums, nipping at your ear for a moment before shucking your underwear the rest of the way down. He steps away from you, the flesh of your backside cool without him there, and it only takes a minute for him to return to you, condom in place.

“Open up,” he mutters and that doesn’t make a lot of sense, but he coaxes one of your legs up, onto the edge of the sink. He grabs the fat of your hip the position creates, taking hold of his cock, and pressing it between your dripping lips.

“Oh,” you bite, catching the tip of your tongue between your teeth. He’s long, pulling you apart in a way that sends ripples up your spines, that has your wet walls hugging him. Tae-Joon groans, pausing as his hips rest flush against your ass.

“Give me a second,” he huffs, and you’re thrilled that he sounds as wrecked as you already feel. He loops his free arm around your waist, synthetic fingertips beginning to stroke little circles on your clitoral hood. You squirm in his grasp, his forehead resting against your shoulder blade as he works you up again, leaving you to sweat on his cock while bolts of lightning fly through you.

“God, please,” you whisper, fisting your hands.

You don’t have a lot of stability with your leg up on the edge of the sink but Tae-Joon holds you steady as he stands upright. He pulls himself halfway out, the slow drag making your inside flutter, then rams back in. You cry out, hands pressing to the wall beneath the mirror for leverage as he starts fucking you in earnest.

The blunt head of his cock knocks against that same part inside you he’d touched with his fingers and your jaw drops, little uh-uh-uh noises leaving you. He’s muttering something and you’re pretty sure it’s not an English, thrusts deeper, and deeper, and deeper still.

“Say it,” he gasps out as he buries himself to the base. He grinds against you, abusing your cunt, and you moan lowly.

“Say—fuhhuuck me, Christ—say what?” You whine out as Crypto slips himself part way out once again. This time, though, he uses his grip on your hips to drag you back onto his cock, your nipples dragging pleasantly against the sink countertop, now hot with the way you’re sprawled across it.

“My name,” he pants, eyes fascinatedly watching the way your cunt stretches for him, greedily swallows every inch of him. “Say my name.”

“Tae-Joon!” You gasp immediately, nearing that edge as he starts fucking up, crashing into you over and over. You have to catch yourself on the wall again, keep from slipping too close and hitting your head as he fucks into you hard, and fast, and makes your eyes water with the intensity. “Tae-Joon, Tae-Joon, Tae-Joon!”

His name is the last thing on your lips as you finally cum on his cock, cunt squeezing every inch of him. You shudder out, the tips of your fingernails digging into your palms as a tear finally does leave your eye at the sheer intensity of your orgasm. Tae-Joon doesn’t stop. He pulls your limp frame back onto his dick, thrusting into your hypersensitive walls.

He arches over you as he fills the condom, cock twitching inside of you, groaning even louder than you did. His forehead rests against your shoulder blade, using you once again as leverage to steady himself. His breath puffs against your sweaty back and you squirm a little as his breathing begins to slow.

“You’re trying to break my leg,” you complain.

Tae-Joon hums, slowly pulling out of you. He helps you settle your leg back down on the floor and you stretch it back, trying to regain feeling as Tae-Joon disposes of the condom. You sigh a little, turning to him slowly, arms stretching high above your head. You want to take a nap. You also want to take a shower.

“So,” you say, and he grabs a paper towel from the dispenser, walking over to the sink so he can clean himself off. You’re still in public, you remember, glancing at the drone. It hasn’t moved from its perch and you wonder how exactly no one’s come to see what’s going on with the restrooms. “What now, Tae-Joon?”

He’s gathering up your clothes, offering you your jeans and your panties. You roll down your shirt first, taking the clothes offered, eyes homed in on his face. He doesn’t seem worried, or annoyed, or even a little off kilter. He almost looks… happy.

“I have a meeting I’m probably late to now,” he tells you, meeting your eyes. “You should come.”

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Apex Approval: Hyeon Kim, codename Crypto.

Status: Cleared background check, passed all evals. Fresh angle. Ready for deployment at season initiation.

Notes: Honestly, something feels off about him and his partner. They’re both spotless – no warrants, no enemies, not even a truancy notice. Who stays that clean their whole life then joins the Games? And demands to bring their spouse along for the ride? Put him in, but you should probably keep an eye on him.

#crypto/reader #crypto x reader #tae joon park/reader #tae joon park x reader #apex legends #apex lemons #nsft #apex legends imagine #shorty writes #everyone and their mother has been asking me for come over part 2 so have this instead lmao

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takonei · 4 years

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Beta AU - Main story, Chapter 4, daily life (Part 5)

Note of the author: And here I thought chapter 3 was a mess

Also next week is training trio week, so don’t expect me to update until at least the 23rd.

Chapter 4: Dance, dance, hanged puppets - Daily life

...

Kaito froze.

Kokichi and Shuichi were staring in horror, unable to mutter a single word.

The biker looked down at his left leg, pierced by an iron spear.

And to the other two's surprise...

He laughed. A nervous laugh echoed across the corridor.

What... What the hell? Wasn't he hurt? Was he like Kirumi? Unable to feel pain?

No, he had seen him take painkillers the other day, that wasn't possible.

Then how?

And that's when he realized.

He hadn't noticed it because of the shock but...

There was no blood on the spear. Not a single speck of it.

Was it the angle that made him think the spear was in his leg?

That theory was immediately shut down when Kaito took a step forward, the spear moving with him.

Shuichi couldn't even begin to understand.

"I guess I had to tell you guys one day or another, huh..."

He looked way too calm for someone with a spear in his leg.

He crouched down, grabbed the weapon, and pulled it out without hesitation.

Shuichi couldn't help but flinch even though the absence of blood was extremely strange. Kokichi was as shocked as him.

But the moment the weapon was pulled out, Shuichi noticed them.

Small bits of metal and plastic falling to the ground.

Did that mean...?

"Huh??" Kokichi's eyes went wide. "K-Kaito! You shouldn't pull out weapons like that! It's gonna get worse!"

The biker reached for his knee. Although Shuichi couldn't fully understand what was going on, Kaito seemed to know what he was doing.

After a small click, Kaito reached for his ankle and...

He pulled out a prosthetic leg with a huge hole in it.

Everything became clear. The limping. The inability to run.

Kaito never had a left leg in the first place.

Shuichi felt like he was about to collapse from relief.

Kokichi on the other hand looked absolutely terrified.

"W-w-what???? Kaito, your leg- A-Are you okay? Are you-"

The biker put down the damaged leg and raised his hands. "Relax, Kokichi, it's a prosthetic leg. I'm fine."

"A what?"

Kaito blinked a few times in confusion. "You... Don't know what that is?"

Kokichi, who had approached him, took the leg hesitantly. "It's... Plastic?"

"I lost my left leg three years ago and now I put this fake one on to keep living normally."

However, something didn't add up.

"But... Aren't you the ultimate biker? Shouldn't you need both legs?"

He chuckled. "That's what hard work is. It took me a while to get used to it, but I'm more than capable of racing with it! That lil' jewel was made specifically for me so it weighs the same as my other leg. But uh..."

He scratched his neck. "It's kinda broken now."

So many moments came back to Shuichi's mind.

When he said he didn't want to do a pool party.

When he woke up and seemed to struggle to get to the door to answer Shuichi's knocking.

When he took painkillers without telling anyone.

Whenever he was limping.

Shuichi felt like an idiot for not noticing sooner.

"You... Managed to win all your competitions... With a fake leg?" he still couldn't believe it.

"Yup! And no one even knew!" he exclaimed, proud of himself. "Although... One person knows besides you two."

Kokichi tilted his head to the side. "Who?"

Just as he asked the question, footsteps were heard from the other side of the hallway.

Miu stared at the group for a moment.

"I wanted to be happy to see you guys but what the hell is going on here?"

"Uh..."

She approached the three and stared at Kokichi, who still had the prosthetic leg in his hands. "Kaito." She then turned to the biker. "What the fuck happened."

Kokichi's eyes widened. "Wait... You are the one who knew about this?"

"Of course I know! He told me ages ago!"

That wasn't really surprising actually.

Now that he thought about it, her words the other day now made sense.

"The Kaito Momota I admired gave money to children in hospitals, won every race he competed in with passion and hard work, even with that in the way."

Even with that in the way... So that was what she meant.

...

What else had he been missing??

"Well uh..." he scratched his neck. "We came to try and get you out but we activated a trap and now they know about my leg."

The girl looked at the multiple spears on the wall with concern. "Sheesh, you were lucky to even be alive."

"Perhaps..." Kaito turned to Kokichi. "... There's more than just luck here."

The small boy's eyes widened in realization.

"You think... You weren't hurt at all because you pushed Kokichi out of the way?" Shuichi asked.

Kokichi smiled weakly. "Looks like you got karma on your side... Thanks a lot, Kaito."

The biker chuckled. "Don't sweat it! Besides it was about time I tell you guys about uh..." he gestured to the absent limb. "This."

Miu sighed. "You're a disaster, you know that?"

"Yes, Miu. I know. Can we go back now?"

Shuichi extended his hand. "Do you need some help to walk?"

Kaito waved a hand. "Nah, I just need to put it back on for now. Can you guys uh... Look away?"

Miu chuckled. "Come on... I know no one minds seeing your beautiful legs~"

He went red instantly as Kokichi and Shuichi turned back. "Shut up!"

After a few minutes, Kaito stood back up, a huge hole in his 'leg' that was quite disturbing to look at. "We good?"

Miu ruffled his hair. "I should be asking you that, dumbass!"

"I'm sorry!"

"You better be! I was fuckin' worried about you!"

"I know, I know!"

The two childishly bickered as they started walking away.

Kokichi and Shuichi exchanged concerned glances.

"... At least they're good now?"

"Let's just go along with it."

The two followed behind, not wanting to disturb a reconstructing friendship.

Shuichi broke the silence. "I was worried about Kaito but it looks like your karma saved him after all."

Kokichi looked away for a moment. "Y-Yeah... It does that sometimes. But perhaps the spears were programmed to miss me from the beginning."

"But Kaito pushing you away really did something, right? I don't think they could program where he would stand, and what were the odds he would get out of this unharmed?"

The smaller one thought for a moment. "Maybe you're right."

Shuichi smiled at him. Karma may be terrifying, but it rewards good people in the end.

But now that he thought about it, Kaito getting the spear in his fake leg was a miracle. If he was shot in his real leg then...

He preferred not to ponder over this.

They reached back the dorms, and just as they opened the door, the reactions were quite funny to watch.

The concern on their faces was clear, and Shuichi even noticed Rantaro chocking on water as his eyes landed on Kaito.

Kiyo put down his cup. "I think we need an explanation."

The biker scratched his neck. "Yeah... I should have told you sooner."

He explained everything he had told Shuichi and Kokichi. From when he lost his leg, to the training he did with the fake leg to when he got shot by the spear earlier.

Rantaro seemed relieved he didn't have to heal this, but Ryoma was more concerned about a way to repair the prosthetic leg.

"Well... There is only debris back there, I don't think you could have salvaged something. But I can try to bring them back here if it helps." Kaito explained.

"I don't know how this was made, since you said that was a unique model. And I don't trust Monokuma to repair it nor to give you a new one." Ryoma replied.

Kirumi pondered. "Do you think you can repair it? Our resources are quite low at the moment. Although that would be better than letting Monokuma handle it."

"Then how about getting tools from the warehouse! Isn't it what you used until now?" Miu exclaimed, turning to the engineer.

Ryoma adjusted his beanie. "That's what I was thinking. Although we will have to be careful. Besides, there are a lot of tools to bring, so I'll need at least one other person to help."

Rantaro raised his hand. "I can help if needed."

The weapons maker nodded. "Thanks."

The group ate a rather cheap lunch since Kirumi couldn't -or rather shouldn't, but pretended she couldn't- move her right arm, and Miu had just come back.

Kaito changed pants so no one would have to stare at the hole in the leg. Even he found it quite disturbing.

The groups for the afternoon changed quite a lot.

Miu and Kaito went together.

Ryoma and Rantaro grouped.

Tsumugi insisted to be with someone and went with Kokichi. Which was quite strange considering how she always wanted to be alone.

Kirumi and Shuichi formed the last duo.

And finally, Kiyo went alone.

The mercenary approached Shuichi. "So, where is your lock?"

He turned on his monopad to look at the riddle. "I think it's at the shrine of judgment... Do you think that's it?"

She looked at the riddle and pondered for a moment. "It sounds too easy to be something Monokuma would do."

"I know that, and yet the lock wasn't in my lab..." he replied.

She raised an eyebrow. "Really? Hmm. Strange. The shrine is far away, but I do not see any other possibility."

Shuichi nodded. "And where is your other lock?"

"Strangely enough, my guess is Maki's lab." Kirumi replied.

That didn't seem that strange. After all, Shuichi's lock was in Tsumugi's lab.

They watched Rantaro and Ryoma leave after Kiyo. They were next.

"So, which lock do we get to first?" the violinist asked her.

Kirumi pondered for a moment. "Mine is closer. Perhaps we could do this one first if you don't mind. It's simply in case my shoulder injury gets worse so I can rest after."

Shuichi shook his head. "It's okay, yours is a priority for now."

The two headed out.

Just as the door closed, the blue-eyed boy turned to the young woman. "Is your shoulder alright?"

She sighed. "I am afraid I do not know. I will rest after we go back to the dorms. I know my limits and it would be preferable that the others do not know about this. I can only play pretend for so long."

The two started walking.

"... Why don't you want others to know about this? Kaito told us about his leg." Shuichi broke the silence.

"And yet he hid it from us. Your argument is not exactly valid."

Fair.

"But still... Did it cause you trouble before?"

She paused to think her words through. "... It is mostly a matter of efficiency. I do not wish to be an easy prey to a potential killer."

Shuichi frowned. "How so? You don't feel the pain, right?"

She looked at him with a mix of disappointment and concern. "You... Do not know what CIP is all about, don't you?"

Absolutely not.

"I mean... You could easily fight back, right?" he tried to counter her.

"CIP is a double-edged sword. On one hand, I get to be way more efficient on missions, on the other hand, I miss the slightest injuries I can do to myself. Even biting my tongue doesn't make me feel anything. When wounds are not treated, they can be fatal. And not being able to feel pain is probably the worst for whoever is trying to heal you." Kirumi explained.

"Of course I am on guard all the time, but one mistake during a fight could lead me to a death I would not even feel."

Shuichi winced. She was more vulnerable than he first thought.

Perhaps keeping her secret would be for the best.

They could only pray that no traps would activate-

*clic!*

...

God. Damnit.

Two walls came out of the ground from each side of the road and slowly started to closer- ready to crush them. Another wall raised behind them so they couldn't escape from behind.

Kirumi immediately started running forward, a strong grip on Shuichi's wrist. The exit to this trap was the door to the main building.

The violinist had trouble keeping up but did his best anyway.

The walls and the exit getting closer to them, Kirumi used all her strength to throw Shuichi forward, before the walls got too close.

He almost fell on the stairs but managed to keep his balance.

The mercenary jumped next to him.

She immediately placed her left hand below her shirt to touch her shoulder and took it out to stare at it.

Now that he thought about it, she did use her right hand to throw him out. Was she okay?

"... Damn it." she said as she stared at her slightly pink stained palm.

"Did it reopen?" Shuichi asked, worried.

"I think so, but now isn't the time. The quicker we get to the lock, the quicker I can rest."

He nodded. "Just... Don't overwork yourself."

She bitterly chuckled. "I do not have a choice at the moment."

The two entered the main building and approached the stairs going to the second floor. Thankfully, no other traps activated.

"Maki's lab is just above. I do not think you have to accompany me there." Kirumi turned to the violinist.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded. "I already got in trouble. It would be better if you don't as well."

He thought for a moment. "... Alright. Just be careful."

She nodded. "Do not worry about me."

"Wait!-"

Kirumi turned back. "Yes?"

"I'll try to see if there are any tools in the warehouse you can get to the dorms, do you think you'll be able to handle it?"

She hummed. "Perhaps something light. I will only use my left hand."

He nodded. "I'll see what I can do."

The mercenary went up the stairs, disappearing from his view.

Shuichi slowly made his way there, and thankfully no traps activated.

He opened the warehouse. It was in the same state as usual.

However, he noticed a piece of paper under one of the boxes, folded several times.

He reached for the paper and unfolded it.

His eyes widened. It was the same type of paper he saw the other day in the dorms.

.. / ..-. . . .-.. / .-.. .. -.- . / - .... . .-. . / .. ... / -- --- .-. . / .-. .- - .. --- -. .- .-.. .. - -.-- / - --- / - .... .. ... / - .... .- -. / .. / ..-. .. .-. ... - / - .... --- ..- --. .... -

.... --- .-- / ... --- ..--.. / -.-- --- ..- / .... .- ...- . / ... . . -. / .-- .... .- - / - .... . -.-- / .- .-. . / -.. --- .. -. --. / - --- / ..- ...

.. / -.. --- ..- -... - / - .... . / -- .- ... - . .-. -- .. -. -.. / .-- --- ..- .-.. -.. / ... .. -- .--. .-.. -.-- / .-- .- -. - / - --- / -- .- -.- . / ..- ... / ... ..- ..-. ..-. . .-. / .- -. -.. / -.- .. .-.. .-.. / . .- -.-. .... / --- - .... . .-. .. / -.- -. --- .-- / - .... . .-. . / .. ... / -- --- .-. . / - --- / - .... .. ... / -... ..- - / .. / -.. --- / -. --- - / .... .- ...- . / .- / ... .-.. .. --. .... - / .. -.. . .- / --- ..-. / .-- .... .- - / - .... . .. .-. / .-. . .- .-.. / .. -. - . -. - .. --- -. ... / .- .-. .

... He still couldn't read morse code. Dammit.

Who was writing these? Why? Who even knew morse code here?

He heard some noise in the hallway coming here.

Shuichi panicked. What if they saw him with this?

He quickly placed the paper where it was and hid behind one of the huge shelves.

The door opened. The violinist tried to get a glimpse of who was in here.

And here, looking around to check if no one was there was...

... Rantaro?

After his (unsuccessful) check, he reached for the paper to the ground and left the warehouse without even unfolding it.

How did he know a paper was there? Was he the author?

What was he hiding?

Once the sound of the footsteps faded away, he left the warehouse to get back to the stairs, so many questions running through his mind.

About a minute later, Kirumi came back. "I'm done."

... Now that he thought about it, he hadn't check if she could bring something back to the dorms.

Oh well, she shouldn't overwork herself anyway.

"Everything was in organized boxes and I didn't know which ones had the tools... And I thought you shouldn't do much with your injury."

She weakly smiled. "Thank you for the concern, but I am fine."

Thankfully, the two only encountered one easily avoidable arrow trap on their way back.

Kirumi went back to the dorms as Shuichi was left alone to go to the shrine.

Just seeing the distance between the dorms and this cursed building gave him cold sweats. Who knows how many traps will activate? Besides he is alone now. Who knows if he is going to get a trap similar to Kokichi's yesterday?

He braced himself and started walking.

Fortunately, his walk to the shrine was calm enough.

Shuichi hesitated to go into the shrine. He knew what was waiting for him. But he didn't have a choice.

He opened the door, spotting a lock in front of the fountain.

Taking out his card, he took a deep breath, passed it on the lock, and...

... Nothing happened aside from the jingle.

He sighed in relief.

But that looked too easy.

Way too easy.

The violinist stepped out of the shrine, still on guard.

And just after taking a few steps, he heard a loud noise.

Walls rose from the sides, and the road started crumbling down in what looked like a bottomless pit.

Shuichi ran as fast as he could. This time Kirumi wasn't there to help him.

He managed to get just in time on the stairs, which were the end of this nightmare.

He looked at the walls disappearing, and the giant pit replacing the pathway.

Monokuma sure knew that he hated heights.

Shuichi took a breath and continued his way to the dorms.

... Perhaps he could try to help Ryoma and Rantaro get the tools.

He didn't know if he should confront Rantaro about what he saw in the warehouse.

He shook his head and made his way to the main building. It was time to stop being useless for once, he thought.

After all, most of them were playing an important role in the group, keeping them together.

Whether it was Rantaro and his medicine, Miu with her caring mother attitude, Ryoma with his engineering, Tsumugi with her high intelligence, Kiyo with his therapist knowledge, Kirumi with her mercenary skills...

He felt useless.

And looking at Kaito and Kokichi... Both had the will to change for the best, even after the events of the last few days.

He was the only one who didn't change at all.

Time to change this. To prove he could be of help.

Shuichi made his way to the main building, and thankfully no traps activated.

The walk to the warehouse was silent.

He gently opened the door and saw Rantaro rummaging through a box in the distance. Judging by how he didn't look back, he probably didn't hear him.

The violinist approached him, not sure whether or not to talk about what he saw earlier.

But just as he moved his hand to his shoulder, he felt a sudden strong grip on his wrist.

Shuichi couldn't even apprehend what was happening.

He felt his legs failing him and being pushed to the ground on his back. His arms were under him, legs unable to move and more importantly, a strong weight was on top of him.

His heart started racing when he felt a hand pushing his chin back and a cold blade under his throat, as immobile as it could be.

Looking up with a panicked expression, he saw him.

Rantaro's glare was more terrifying than he ever imagined, his bright green eyes staring onto his soul.

Those eyes were telling him more than words could ever do.

He was ready to kill him. Shuichi was going to die.

No. No. Nonononononono-

"Ran... ta... ro...?" he could barely mutter.

As he breathed heavily, he could feel more and more the steady blade on his throat, not moving an inch.

His heart was pounding so fast in his chest, he was seeing his entire life flash by. Was it the end? Was he going to die? What did he do? What did Rantaro want from him? Was he the mastermind and knew he was there back then? Was he-

The medic's gaze was still on him for what felt like an eternity, then Rantaro moved away.

"... And here I thought you were here to try and kill me. Don't scare me like that."

Scare him? Shuichi hadn't felt more terrified in his entire life and he was the one scaring him?

He couldn't even mutter those words as he touched his neck, standing back up.

"Y-You... What... Why did..."

Shuichi couldn't even form a full sentence.

"... Force of habit. Sorry." Rantaro span the scalpel around his fingers and put it back in one of the inner pockets of his jacket, as unimpressed as one could be.

Why did he even have that in the first place??

"You tried to kill me! Y-You can't just go away and pretend nothing happened!" Shuichi exclaimed, feeling tears form in the corner of his eyes.

"So what?"

He blinked.

"Huh?"

Rantaro put his hand in his pockets. "So what? Did you honestly think me of all people have never killed anyone?"

Shuichi's heart skipped a beat. "What...?"

"I thought I made myself quite clear." he continued. "I'm a soldier. I may be a medic but things happen, Shuichi. I did kill people in the past when they tried to sneak up on me. Don't think I do not know self-defense techniques."

He didn't even know what he expected, but certainly not this.

"I have blood on my hands, Shuichi. Almost everyone here does. It's about time you face the truth."

"No one is innocent."

Somehow, those words gave him chills.

"Out of the 16 of us we were at the beginning, 9 have attempted murder and/or are responsible for someone's death, as far as I know."

"We're in a killing game Shuichi, it's about time you get used to death."

Shuichi grew more and more uncomfortable by the minute. He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. He wanted to run away. He wanted to get out of here.

"... Sorry. I kinda snapped at you." Rantaro muttered, looking away.

"I'll- I'll go back to the dorms." Shuichi stuttered, not looking back as he almost ran away from the warehouse.

His mind went blank as he made his way back, thankfully not activating any traps.

Kiyo was in the main room, talking to Kirumi.

He seemed to have noticed his distress. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, I think I'll just... rest for a while."

Not even looking at them, he pushed the door of his room and locked it.

He slid down the door, a hand on his mouth, still trying to process what just happened.

He felt warm tears rolling on his cheeks and tried to cover his sobs.

Rantaro didn't do anything wrong, right? He simply gave you a sense of reality.

Besides he just snapped under the pressure, he said so himself.

You're fine. He didn't do anything to you.

Even though you had never seen him like this, he was right.

Stop being a coward.

You're fine.

If you act like this you'll be the next victim for sure.

Now you're just being useless.

That's a killing game you're in. Keep it together.

Keep it together. You're fine.

Keep it together.

But... He couldn't.

He stayed like this for a while. He couldn't talk to the others about what happened with Rantaro. After all, there is always a possibility the group will shatter if he spreads the info.

They didn't need to know that.

... Now that he thought about it he didn't even try to help Ryoma with the tools.

Great. Way to go, idiot.

...

5 PM.

Shuichi finally decided to come out of his room, making sure there were no traces of tears or red eyes.

He had to put on a facade until he gets to be alone without being suspicious.

Kiyo, Kokichi, Kaito, and Miu were the only ones here.

"Hey there! Wanna play with us?" the street artist called him.

He approached the group, seemingly playing cards.

"What are you guys doing?"

Kaito gave him a malicious smile. "Remember what we played a few days ago?"

Of course it was this game.

Perhaps he could try to relax... To forget about this for a while.

"Yeah sure..."

He waited until the round was over to join. Miu had won, Kaito complaining about how Kokichi's karma was influencing the game. The latter was a bit embarrassed but wasn't too bothered.

Kiyo was quietly looking at Shuichi at times. He probably noticed something was wrong but didn't want to talk about it in front of the others.

They played for a while. It felt... Relaxing.

Like breakfast this morning, where things were getting better.

Shuichi felt himself smiling. A genuine smile.

Then the door opened, revealing Ryoma and Rantaro with the tools.

"We're back!" the medic announced. He seemed to have calmed down a bit, but Shuichi still felt uneasy.

He wouldn't forget his intense glare that easily.

Just thinking about it made him shiver.

The group more or less split up.

Rantaro went to check on Kirumi for her injury.

Ryoma and Kaito tried to see how they could repair the prosthetic leg, having dragged Tsumugi out of her room.

Miu started preparing dinner with Kokichi.

Shuichi wasn't sure what to do. Besides, his mood had been quite bad since the incident with Rantaro. He couldn't even bring himself to ask what the paper was about.

"Shuichi, do you have a moment?" Kiyo called him.

He almost jumped. "Ah, um... Yes, why?"

"I would like to talk to you if you do not mind."

There was no use in denying it. He saw right through him. "S-Sure..."

The two went to Shuichi's room.

The violinist closed the door as he saw Kiyo sitting in the armchair.

"I believe you know why I am here."

Shuichi winced. "I..."

Was it a good idea to tell the truth?

"... I'm just realizing how much this game is getting to me. Everyone is dying and... And I feel useless."

He took out a notebook and started writing. "What do you mean by 'useless'?"

At least that wasn't a lie. He explained how he looked at the others and felt envious of their talents and how useful they were, unlike him. That he wanted to change but didn't know how to.

"... I see. To be fair... I do not think being 'useful' as you say is necessary. Since we are in an academy made for talented high schoolers, we tend to forget it but..."

"None of us exactly had a normal childhood. And having gotten through those events does not automatically make us superior. It is how we act that defines us."

"Sure, it makes us more mature, as you can see in Rantaro, Ryoma, Kirumi, and even Miu. I do not know the circumstances of her adoption, but she seems to have grown autonomous because of it."

"But being mature at a young age isn't necessarily a good thing, just like being used to death is not a good thing. Kokichi is a prime example. He has gone through a lot and you have seen the consequences. So if your definition of usefulness is to have a practical talent and have consequences of trauma as a counterpart, then I highly advise you to think back."

"I do not know what Rantaro, Ryoma, and Kirumi went through in their early lives, but if they are that used to death that can only mean it had bad consequences on their mental health." Kiyo explained.

Gaining the reflex to pin someone down and threaten them to slice their throat is pretty extreme indeed, Shuichi thought.

"So if your childhood was rather normal compared to us, you do not have to feel guilty nor to have to try to do dangerous things simply to be 'useful'. Of course, mutual help is essential right now, but do not try anything stupid."

Shuichi pondered for a moment. "... Thank you, Kiyo."

"While surpassing death is somewhat essential to stay sane here, never forget your own feelings. They are what makes you human."

The violinist looked at the therapist for a moment, then smiled. "Alright. Thanks a lot."

The two went back to the central room.

Shuichi helped Miu and Kokichi preparing the meal. Noodles sounded nice, and smelt better than the rice they had yesterday.

The group ate dinner peacefully, even though Shuichi couldn't get the image of Rantaro on top of him holding a scalpel to his throat out of his head.

He noticed Kirumi was not wearing her full uniform. The vest she was wearing on top of her shirt wasn't there, and she explained to him that Rantaro advised her to put it on so it was easier to access the injury.

The group went back to their rooms. Shuichi sat on his bed, elbows on his knees and head in his palms.

So much happened today.

First off he learned Kaito didn't have a left leg, then Kirumi pretty much saved him from the trap earlier, reopening her wound, then he found another note in morse code, and then Rantaro was about to kill him in the warehouse.

Is this his life now?

He could only pray the motive would end soon.

That perhaps Monokuma would get bored.

He could only count on that thin hope still shouting inside him as he drifted to sleep.

"..."

"5 done, 2 left."

#ndrv3 #danganronpa v3 #ndrv3 au #beta au #main story

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trashyswitch · 4 years

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Virgil’s Mood

Virgil is dealing with some unknown sadness, and Logan helps distract him through some good ol’ science!

Virgil was feeling sad, for some unknown reason. He couldn’t find out why he was sad. All he knew was that he was sad, and he couldn’t stop himself from crying.

Patton noticed almost right away, and tried to keep him comfy throughout his mood. Patton knew sadness was good once in a while, so unlike Virgil, Patton welcomed it and allowed Virgil to cuddle him as much as he wanted. Virgil appreciated the gestures, and took advantage of Patton’s offers. Patton’s cuddles were so comforting, loving and soothing for him. It was rare that he felt such soft back rubs and whispery words of affection. Not only that, but Patton’s cuddle sessions were the only thing that kept his emotions under control. That was one thing Virgil yearned for, on a day like this.

Roman noticed Virgil’s mood as well, but didn’t think much of it. It was bittersweet to watch. Virgil’s mood was painful to see, but watching their cuddle sessions seemed to make up for that. It was like seeing a happy ending in a movie, after 2 hours of empathetic, emotional pain. The sad moments made his heart drown in a salty stream of his own making. But the ending gave him a little smile that made the movie experience all the more satisfying. That roller coaster repeated over and over and over again throughout the day.

Logan processed Virgil’s mood a little differently. He couldn’t really empathize the way Roman has, but he wasn’t caring and open like Patton was. The best he felt that he could do, was to distract him from the sadness he was feeling. What he didn’t expect however, was Virgil’s reaction to it. Whenever Logan would bring up a conversation, Virgil would let a small smile appear, and go along with the conversation. They were simple distractions from the most well-thought out movies, to English grammar that made no sense, to even the strangest or funniest YouTube animations! All of these were good distractions for Virgil, as it gave him 2-45 minutes of freedom from the sadness that plagued him.

At the moment, Logan and Virgil were in the middle of an odd conversation about the Nervous System. Logan had a medical book out in front of them, and Virgil was trying to understand the complicated mush of meat, known as the brain.

“Now, I will warn you that this following question may be a little gross.” Virgil warned.

Logan shrugged and nodded. “Ask away.” He offered.

“When someone loses a finger, are they able to still feel the detached part of the finger? Or do the severed nerves become numb? Or...” Virgil asked.

“That’s not gross in the slightest. That’s merely an interesting concept. They are able to feel the detached part of the finger, but not by the nerves still stuck in the detached finger. You see, the brain still thinks the finger is there. So, the brain does this...type of illusion where it makes you feel the finger as it was, before being detached. It’s a brain illusion known as phantom touch. Often, amputees feel the lost limb on themselves, but look down to see no limb. Some people even feel pain in that recently severed limb. It’s a very interesting idea.” Logan explained, making gestures with his fingers as he explained.

“Huh...that’s...kinda creepy. Not gonna lie.” Virgil thought out loud. Virgil flipped the page and eyed up a chart of the inside of the human skin. The chart showed the different layers of skin below the surface, and the nerves and other things hidden under the skin.

“What is that?” Virgil asked, pointing to the green tree that laid below the epidermis.

“Those are your nerves, or pain sensors. They’re what help you feel cold, hot, pain, light touch, and any other forms of touch.” Logan explained.

“Ooooh. That makes sense. This is gonna seem like an odd question, but what does the tickle feeling fall under?” Virgil asked.

Logan was about to answer, but closed his mouth to try and think. “Well...I suppose it would fall under either light touch, or pain. Tickling doesn’t feel light, but it doesn’t feel painful, either.” Logan said.

“Oh...” Virgil concluded.

“Why do you ask such a strange question?” Logan asked.

“I don’t know. I guess it came to my mind, when I remembered Patton tickling Roman yesterday. And when Roman tried to tickle Patton back, he ended up hitting a spot that hurt, more than tickled.” Virgil explained.

“Well, I suppose it can be a mixture of multiple feelings. It probably explains why our reaction is just as strange.” Logan added, fixing his glasses.

“Ya...I’m gonna find out.” Virgil said, getting up off the ground and walking away. Virgil opened up the door to Patton’s room, but found the boy sleeping. He decided to leave him be, and try finding Roman. However, he soon realized Roman was off on a magical adventure somewhere. So, he walked back to the living room.

“Busy, I suppose?” Logan asked.

“Roman is. Pat’s just sleeping.” Virgil replied.

“Well, I suppose that leaves only the two of us...I will volunteer myself as tribute.” Logan decided.

Virgil eyebrows raised. “Wait, really?” He asked.

“Sure! You seem curious about the concept of touch and pain. And I wouldn’t want to put you through something you’re not comfortable with.” Logan explained.

Virgil smiled. “It’s not that I’m uncomfortable with it, it’s that I’m not used to it yet. Patton has been helping me get used to it slowly. I appreciate the offer, and I will take advantage of it. But don’t be hesitant to get me back, or warn me if it gets to be too much.” Virgil clarified.

Logan smiled genuinely. He has never seen Virgil express so much honesty before. The last time he was this calm and open, was when he told everyone he liked the color purple and completely changed his outfit. It was at that moment, he knew: Virgil is now a light side.

“Alright.” Logan replied.

Virgil knelt down. “So: Where are you ticklish?” Virgil asked.

“Uh...On my sides, neck, and feet.” Logan replied, naming a few spots to start with. Virgil smiled before lightly tackling Logan down.

“You ready?” Virgil asked.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Logan replied. Virgil started at the highest spot on the list: Logan’s neck. He skittered his fingers on the side of Logan’s neck. “Eeeeeehehehehe!” Logan bursted into giggles. His shoulders went up, and his neck curled in on the fingers: all this to cover the exposed spot.

Instead, Virgil used his left hand to tickle the other side of the neck. Now, Logan’s neck was curling towards the other side. Each time Logan tried to cover a spot, he would only expose the other side. This switching between sides went on for a little longer, before he stopped.

“So, it looks like you’re sensitive to light touches on both sides of your neck. Light touches seem to make you giggle.” Virgil said aloud, making mental notes for himself.

Next, Virgil got onto his feet, grabbed one of Roman’s gel pens off the table, and put it into the freezer. Next, Virgil walked up to the sink, and turned on the water.

“What are you doing?” Logan asked.

“I’m washing my hands in warm water, to see if warm hands makes the ticklishness change.” Virgil explained. He dried off his hands with a tea towel, and walked up to Logan once again.

Virgil used his warm fingers to tickle Logan’s neck again. Logan’s giggle returned, and his neck curled towards the fingers. It didn’t seem to make much of a difference, so Virgil stopped.

Virgil stood up once again, and washed his hands again. This time, he used cold, cold water. He kept his hands under the freezing water, until he lost some feeling in his cold hands. He turned off the water, dabbed his hands with the other side of the same tea towel, and walked back to Logan.

“Okay.” Virgil said aloud, and touched Logan’s neck.

“OOOOOHOHO MY GOD, that’s COLD!” Logan complained with a shocked expression on his face. Virgil started skittering his fingers on Logan’s neck.

“EEEEEEEHEHEHEHE! HOHOHOW IS THIS WOHOHOHORSE?!” Logan asked, completely confused.

“I don’t know.” Virgil replied. He tried the back of the neck, and under the chin. This seemed to give a similar reaction.

Next, Virgil moved his hands to another spot Logan mentioned: his sides.

“WAHAHAHAHAIT! HHHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Logan yelled as he squirmed away from the wiggly fingers.

“Oooh! The sides appear to be worse!” Virgil observed. He stopped his fingers for a minute, got up, and grabbed that pen from earlier out of the freezer. He walked back to Logan, knelt beside him, and started ‘writing’ on Logan with the pen.

“HEHEHEHEY! WHAHAHAT IS THAHAHAT?!” Logan asked through his laughter. The ballpoint pen seemed to give him a slight pain sensation, and a ticklish sensation at the same time! Logan struggled to choose between getting away from the needle-like pain, or curling in on the ticklish spot.

While moving the pen around, he happened to hit Logan’s lowest rib. “OW! Ohohokay, that hurt more than tickled.” Logan complained. Virgil nodded and removed the pen. While he was tickling Logan, Virgil happened to forget the last spot. So, while he tried to remember it, he tried lightly poking Logan’s stomach with the pen.

“NOHOHO! Virgil! WHY?! Gahahaha! Wait! Not my- EEEEEEEEEK! WAHAHAHAHA!” Logan squealed, pulling Virgil out of his own thoughts.

Questioning what was going on, he looked down at his hand and the pen placement. His hand seemed to have moved to the middle of his stomach. Specifically, near his navel.

Virgil felt a smirk grow onto his lips. “Does someone have a ticklish belly button?” Virgil asked. Logan gulped.

To answer his own question, Virgil traced the pen around Logan’s navel. This was rewarded with a squeal from Logan. His theory seemed correct so far. To fully confirm it, Virgil lightly stuck the pen into Logan’s navel, and swirled it.

“NOOOHOHOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Logan cackled as tears of mirth began to form. Confirmed! Virgil smiled and swirled the pen a couple more times, before dipping the point into the middle of the belly button.

“eeeEEEEEEEKK! EEEEHEHEHEHEHEHE!” Logan squealed. His laughter somehow sounded similar to the laughter he let out when his neck was tickled. It was kinda hilarious!

Virgil decided to give the poor guy a break. He placed the bullpen aside and watched Logan take in as much air as he could muster.

“You okay?” Virgil asked.

“Ya, I’m alright.” Logan replied after a few seconds.

"What's going on?" Someone said behind them. Virgil recognized the voice, and turned around to face his best friend: Patton.

"I was doing an experiment. I wanted to know about the different sensations that your body can sense." Virgil replied.

Patton's eyebrows rose. "Really? And what are your results?" Patton asked.

"Well..." Virgil started, turning his head to face the tired nerd on the floor. "Logan is ridiculously ticklish, and cold fingers seem to make it worse!" Virgil explained.

"Ooooh! did you try reeeeaaally light touches yet? Like..." Patton dragged out his words, as he pulled a white object out of his pocket. "...A feather?" Patton finished.

Virgil gasped. How could he have forgotten about that?! "Oh my gosh! You are SO RIGHT! I looked after the medium, rough and pokey sensations, and I completely forgot about the most important one: Really light sensations!

Virgil took the feather from Patton's hands, and walked up to Logan, who was still laying down.

"W-Wait! No more, please!" Logan begged.

It'll go quick. I promise." Virgil reassured, reaching his left hand out towards Logan, with his pinky finger up. Logan lifted his right hand up, made a relaxed fist, and stuck his pinky up as well. Reaching up, Logan's pinky finger linked with Virgil's, keeping their promise as sacred as can be.

After letting go, Logan watched as Virgil bent down beside him. He lifted the feather up to Logan's point of view, and smirked. flipping it to make the hard tip face up, Virgil lowered the soft part of the feather towards Logan's neck.

Virgil flickered the feather on the side of Logan's neck. "EEEEEK!! NAAAhahahahaha! Vihihirgil!" Logan squealed, lifting his shoulders to cover the spot. Though no matter how much he covered the spot, Virgil would move the feather to the open, exposed spots of Logan's neck. It wasn't torturous, but rather mildly infuriating.

"Not bad...light touches are fairly effective on you." Virgil noted out loud. He moved the feather away from Logan's neck, and lifted his shirt. As soon as Logan's bare belly was shown, Virgil moved the feather to his sides and fluttered it.

Wahahahaha! Plehehehehease!" Logan begged, squirming frantically.

"Okay. One more spot! I promise!" Virgil reassured, removing the feather.

Virgil got up, and walked over to Logan’s feet: the last spot that Logan had mentioned. Removing the shoes and socks, he started planning out how he was gonna approach this last spot. By the time Logan’s bare feet were exposed, he had decided to start off light and slow with the feather.

Virgil picked up the feather once again, and started drawing slow, soft strokes on the bottom of Logan’s right foot.

“Oooohohohoho nononooohohohoho!” Logan whined, bracing himself for the worst to come.

After making a mental note, Virgil started flicking and fluttering the feather to intensify the sensations.

“Aaaahahahahaha! Vihihirgihihil!” Logan yelled through his helpless giggles.

“What?” Virgil asked.

Ahahare you dohohohone yehehet?!” Logan asked.

“Soon Logan, soon. I still have a few more things I wanna try!” Virgil reassured. Logan groaned and tried to hide his face in his risen arm.

“Awww! Is this getting to be too much for the poor Logan?” Virgil teased. To avoid stuttering, Logan answered his Ler with a quick nod of the head.

“Well luckily for you, we’re almost done! All I have to do now, is this:” Virgil said, before dropping the feather and scratching Logan’s foot with his finger nails.

Logan’s eyeballs practically bulged out of his skull, and his squirming doubled in intensity. “AAAAHAHAHAHAHA! THAHAHAT’S SO MUHUHUCH WOOOHOHOHORSE!” Logan shouted, slowly losing more of his sanity.

“Okay. I’m done with this foot. Now, onto the other foot!” Virgil decided, dropping Logan’s right foot and grabbing the left.

*5 minutes later*

Virgil placed the left foot down, and watched as Logan took in as much breath as he could. Patton watched as well, and smiled as he processed everything he had just witnessed. What was supposed to be an experiment, turned into a full on tickle session to test out the tickle spots Logan had mentioned to Virgil. He felt kind of disappointed that he couldn’t find out any more spots, but perhaps that could wait for another day. They’ve got lots of time on their hands to make that happen...

#ticklefic #lee!logan #ler!virgil #science

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Diamond In The Rough: Chapter Six

Roman has always wanted better. Has always believed that there’s a better life, a better world, just out of reach. Just beyond the veil of shitty teachers who don’t care, angry classmates that scream insults and slurs at each other all day, and drug-hazed parents who are more concerned with their next hit than looking after their ten year old son.

When he runs away after a particularly bad night at home and finds a quiet little cafe/bookstore tucked away in a back alley of the city, the sweet couple who run the joint (an odd pair; a quiet, gloomy man with a wry sense of humour and a cynical gleam in his eye, and a bouncy man who smiles like sunshine and laughs like a storybook king) help show him that maybe- just maybe- he really can have the life he always dreamed of.

Masterpost (to be added soon!)

Word Count: 2786

Chapter Warnings: probably terribly translated Spanish and I’m Incredibly Sorry, insanely sappy couple, anxious child continues to be anxious, hygiene issues, food mention

It didn’t take long to finish closing up the cafe, and they were soon on their way home. Virgil was glad he’d already cleared out the backseat of Patton’s old blue sedan for the next lot of groceries, as it gave Roman space to sit without being crowded by bags and boxes of books. Roman, meanwhile, peered out the window curiously as they drove along, watching the trees and buildings lit up by the headlights of the car before they slipped past and disappeared into the darkness of the night.

Patton pulled into their apartment block’s parking lot, and was around to Roman’s door before Virgil could even unbuckle his seatbelt. He chuckled as his husband scooped up the small boy into another quick hug before setting him down and grabbing the box of leftover baked goods from the other seat.

Virgil led Roman across to the front door and upstairs, making sure to keep an eye on him in case he stumbled on the slightly uneven steps. Roman bounded up them effortlessly, though, his backpack bouncing against his shoulders as he scaled the staircase. Patton followed close behind them, carefully balancing the wide, thin box of pastries and biscuits, humming cheerfully.

Virgil... really wished he’d had a camera right then. When he unlocked and opened the front door, stepping back to let Roman enter first, he’d frozen at first. He took a couple of small steps over the threshold, eyes as wide as dinner plates as he looked around the living room.

Aesthetically speaking, it was very much a reflection of everything that they’d put into the cafe. Fairy lights were hung carefully around the edges of the room, and as Virgil reached across to the power point near the door, they flickered on; a warm, soft glow around the cozy space. The couches here did match, but the patches covering old repairs were a variety of colours and patterns- floral and rainbow and zigzag and galaxies peeking between the pale blue.

Roman looked over his shoulder. “This is your house?” He whispered, voice laced with excited disbelief.

“Sure is. Go on,” Virgil urged, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Have a look around, explore the apartment.”

“Mi casa es su casa!” Patton beamed, setting the box on a table near the door. “Come on, Ro, I’ll show you ar-”

“¿Tu hablas español?” Roman interrupted, snapping to look at Patton, mouth hanging open in surprise.

“¡Por supuesto! Mi mamá es cubana,” Patton clapped his hands together, clearly delighted.

Virgil couldn’t follow most of the rapid stream of Spanish that Roman babbled out, but between the adoring expression on his face as he gushed to Patton, and Patton’s sparkling eyes, he could tell that the two were bonding over their shared language. He knew bits and pieces; growing up with Patton, he’d picked up words and phrases- mostly curse words and sappy declarations of love- but it warmed his heart to see Patton so excited as they spoke.

“Patton, hon, should we finish showing Roman around?” Virgil smiled, reaching over to prod him gently in the arm.

“Oh! Oh, of course. Sorry, I guess we got a little distracted,” Patton giggled. “How about you show Ro around, and I’ll sort out some clean clothes for him? I think we still have some spare stuff from when your cousin and her kids stayed over.”

Virgil nodded. “Sure thing. Hey, kid, how’s it sound if I run you a bath and we get you some clean PJs?” He suggested, turning to face Roman again.

Roman paused for a moment, clinging to his worn red jacket, before nodding. “Um... yes, please,” He said softly as he slipped off his backpack and set it down by the front door, toeing off his shoes as he did so.

Virgil tousled his hair again before making his way into the bathroom, Roman trotting along behind him. He sat on the closed lid of the toilet as Virgil started running the bath, his legs swinging back and forth, his small socked feet drumming against the porcelain base.

“You can drop your dirty clothes over there when you hop in,” Virgil gestured towards the half-full launder hamper that hung from a hook on the wall. “Patton or I will wash ‘em and have ‘em back for you in the morning, alright?”

“Thank you,” Roman nodded, his eyes fixed on the basket.

Virgil watched him for a few seconds, as he added a dash of bubble bath liquid, a little thrown off by how still he was. This was the same kid who spent an hour and a half squealing with Patton about princes, right? The same kid who’d snapped right to teasing Virgil back when he’d poked playfully at how much he sang? “Hey, are you okay?” He asked. “You look like a helium balloon someone poked a hole in.”

Roman blinked, turning his head to meet his gaze. “Wh... why helium?”

“Because you’re squeaky, bouncy, and I’ve never seen anything bring you down,” Virgil reached over, tipping up his chin lightly. “What’s on your mind, short stack?”

“Oh. Nothing, I’m okay,” Roman shook his head.

Virgil raised an eyebrow wordlessly.

“No, for real this time!” He insisted, crossing his arms and sticking out his chin. “I just don’t wanna make a mess or anything. Especially since you have a nice house and stuff, I don’t want to ruin it... I guess.” He sagged a little as he spoke, the proud indignance melting into uncertainty.

“Kiddo, trust me, you don’t have to worry about that. We’re hardly super neat freaks, so you can chill. Even if anyone makes a mess- you, me, or Patton- we’ll just work together and tidy up. That’s what me and Pat’ve always done.”

Roman’s face twitched with an emotion Virgil didn’t quite recognize before he nodded again. “... Okay.” He hopped off the toilet, peering at the bathtub. “It’s kinda full, isn’t it gonna spill?”

Virgil gave a start, snapping around to lunge for the tap handles before it overflowed. “Gah-!” He twisted them around quickly to shut off the flow of water. “My bad. Nice save, kid,” He wheezed. “Patton would’ve kicked my butt if I flooded the bathroom again.”

“Again?” Roman’s eyes widened.

“No time for questions, you got a tub of steamy goodness to tend to.” Virgil clapped him lightly on the shoulder. “We’ll be just out in the living room, give a yell if you need anything, okay?”

Roman nodded once more. “Alright. Thanks.”

Virgil left the bathroom, shut the door behind him, then walked over to flop onto the couch. “Goblin prince is in the tub,” He announced as Patton appeared out of their bedroom, a bundle of clothing in his arms.

Patton swatted his shoulder. “Oh, knock it off!” He chided. “You adore him, I know you do.”

“I love nothing and nobody,” Virgil droned, slouching further into the couch cushions. “My heart is as cold as ice, hard as granite, untouched by anything on this mortal plane.”

Patton giggled, then leaned down to kiss his cheek. “Mm-hm. My big, strong, tough, badass man,” He teased.

“I said mortal plane. Angels like you don’t count, babe,” Virgil retorted, pulling Patton into his lap and dotting kisses across his face. He was rewarded with more peals of laughter, and couldn’t help the wide grin that appeared on his own face at the delightful sound.

“Hey, hey, easy!” Patton squeaked, his face flushed red as he giggled, squirming slightly in Virgil’s grip. “I’m gonna get hiccups if I laugh too hard!”

Virgil pulled him close, burying his face in Patton’s soft messy curls. “You’re adorable,” He hummed happily.

“And you’re a cutie pie,” Patton murmured, nuzzling close to his neck. “I love you, so much.”

“Really? How much?” Virgil’s voice took on a teasing lilt as he spoke.

“More than all the stars shine in the sky,” Patton answered immediately.

“Well, I love you more than the soft glow of an almost-full moon,” Virgil responded.

“I love you more than tiny hermit crabs in big, big shells.”

Virgil smiled at the mental image. “I love you more than copper windchimes.”

“I love you more than antique stores full of old tea sets.”

“I love you more than just-bloomed heather swaying in a summer breeze.”

Patton shivered a little, and Virgil laughed. “That’s practically cheating,” He mumbled.

“Does that mean you give up?”

“Never.” Patton shook his head, his curls brushing against Virgil’s face. “I love you more than smooth, pretty calligraphy done with real ink.”

“I love you more than fresh coffee with creamy milk and sugar.”

Patton was quiet for a moment as he thought. “I love you more than...” His eyes lit up. “I love you more than the yellowed pages of an old family recipe book!”

Virgil hissed through his teeth. “Alright, alright, you win this round, jelly bean,” He conceded.

Patton beamed, and his bright-as-sunshine smile sent a happy thrill through Virgil. "Yes!" He squealed happily.

“Um, excuse me?” Virgil twisted around to see Roman peeking out from the hallway, a towel clumsily wrapped around himself. “Um... sorry, but... um... can I have some help washing my hair?” He asked shyly, half-hiding behind the corner of the wall.

“Of course you can, sweetheart!” Patton cooed, bouncing to his feet. He pecked Virgil on the cheek before trotting over and offering a hand to Roman. “Let’s get those lovely locks soft and shiny, hm?”

Roman took his hand and giggled. “Thank you,” He said sweetly as he swung their joined hands.

“¡Eres muy bienvenido!” Patton tousled his slightly damp hair as he led Roman back into the bathroom. “Oooh, bubbles!”

Virgil grinned to himself. Patton sounded almost more excited about the bubbles than Roman seemed to be. It was little things like that that made Patton such a bright person to be around. His warm smile. His adorable, bubbly laugh. His kindness. The way he loved fiercely with all his heart. The way he loved people and pets and clouds and flowers and foods and smells and blankets and life.

While Virgil hated to sound like some cheesy romance movie cliche, Patton took his breath away, and he fell a little more in love with him every day.

“Hooooooon?” Patton called from the bathroom, breaking Virgil from his thoughts.

“Yeeeeaaaah?” Virgil pushed himself to his feet, already heading towards them as he responded. “What’s up?”

“Um... the shampoo bottle’s empty, and the new bottle is up on the top shelf, and...” Patton waved helplessly, stretched up on his tiptoes. His fingers just grazed the bottom of the shelf, a good couple of inches short of reaching the green bottle.

Virgil shook his head fondly. “Yeah, don’t worry, I got it,” He replied. He walked over to where Patton stood, easily grabbed the bottle, and handed it to the shorter man. “That all you guys need?”

Roman popped up from a pile of bubbles, his hair wet and his face flushed from the warmth of the water. “Virgil! Look!” He exclaimed as he scooped up a handful of bubbles, then blew on them, making the foam float around the room like snowflakes.

“Anybody would think you haven’t had a bubble bath before, kiddo,” Virgil leaned over to scoop up a palm full of bubbles and deposit them on top of Roman’s head.

“I haven’t!” Roman responded, practically vibrating as he scooped more bubbles up, squishing them between his hands. “This is so fun! And they’re so light and fluffy and soft! And they smell nice!”

Virgil felt Patton melt, without even looking in his direction. “Well, it’s an honour to be part of your first ever bubble bath experience, then, bud,” He nodded as he leaned back against the counter.

Roman giggled again. “Virgil es muy agradable, ¿verdad?” He asked Patton.

“El realmente es. Por eso me casé con él, después de todo.” Patton replied as he bobbed down next to the bathtub and started to lather up Roman’s hair.

“Hey, I may not know Spanish, but I know my name when I hear it,” Virgil complained, poking Patton gently with his toe. “What are you slandering my name with now?”

“All good things, all good things!” Patton assured him, then sent Roman a very obvious conspiratorial wink.

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Sure, sure. That’s what you said when you ripped Chloe Casiano to shreds in sophomore year.”

“She started it,” Patton shook his head as he scrubbed shampoo into Roman’s hair. He wrinkled his nose as his hands came away grey. “Gosh, Ro, hon, has it been a while since your hair’s been washed?”

“Um... I haven’t been able to have a proper shower in a while,” Roman answered, shrinking in on himself a little. “And Mom and Dad don’t really help me wash my hair, and I don’t like doing it because I always get soap in my eyes, and it stings a lot, and, um... yeah.”

“Aw, that’s okay, sweetheart, it’s not your fault!” Patton hummed. “Me and Virge will help you, and we can help you learn how to do it and not get it in your eyes. Sound good?”

“Mm-hm!”

“Perfect! Now, just tip your head back for me, sweetpea, and I’ll rinse your hair a bit and we’ll see how it looks, hm?”

Roman leaned his head back, and Patton scooped up water in the plastic cup that sat by the tap, then gently tipped it over his hair to rinse away some of the soap and grit and dirt. It looked so much lighter after that, and Virgil smiled.

“What, is your hair blonde under all that muck?” He joked, easing himself down to sit on the floor next to Patton.

“Uh-huh!” Roman chirped.

“Wait,” Virgil blinked, taken off guard. “Really?”

Sure enough, as Patton washed, rinsed, and then dried his hair, a poofy mess of curly blonde hair was revealed. Patton squealed as he ran his fingers through it, rambling excitedly. “Dios mío, eres tan lindo! ¡Nunca me hubiera imaginado que tu cabello fuera tan rizado!”

Roman blushed and shook his head stubbornly. “¡No soy lindo!” He argued.

“Muy lindo,” Virgil drawled. “Very, very cute and tiny. The smallest. A total shorty.”

“Pattoooon!” Roman whined, clinging to Patton’s sleeve. “I’m not that short, am I?”

“Well... I’m sure you’ll grow! You’re probably gonna end up taller than me, so!” Patton ruffled his hair lightly.

Roman groaned, sagging against him. “I'm nooooot!" He whined.

Patton giggled and wrapped his arms around him, pressing a kiss into his hair. "Aw, it's not so bad! Being small can be great! You can fit into small spaces, and you don't hit your head on low ceilings, and you can get piggybacks, and... there's a lot of really neat stuff!"

"Yeah, yeah," Roman grumbled half-heartedly, turning in Patton's arms and burying his face against his shirt.

Virgil grinned as he got to his feet and stretched. "Mm... you guys hungry? I think we have some pasta bake in the fridge still," He suggested.

"Sounds perfect, mi alma!" Patton beamed. "I'll go set the table while Ro gets dressed, then we can have some dinner!"

Roman nodded enthusiastically, pulling the towel tighter around himself. "Yes, please!"

Virgil gave them a thumbs up, then slipped out of the room. He made his way into the kitchen, humming to himself as he went. Patton popped in behind him as he slid the dish into the microwave.

“So...” Patton hummed as he fished cutlery out of the drawer under the coffeemaker. “We should probably start looking at where the poor lost little bird came from, huh?”

“Yeah,” Virgil agreed. “From what he said earlier, his parents aren’t exactly the most attentive, but I’m sure they’ve noticed he’s missing.” He twisted a dishcloth in his hands for a few seconds as he thought. Patton waited for him to continue, the soft hum of the microwave bridging the silence between them. “... I’ll start looking on Facebook and stuff in the morning. Maybe there’s one of those search party pages or whatever.”

Patton crossed the kitchen, wrapping his arms around Virgil in a hug. “And what do we do if we can’t find anything?” He asked softly, leaning his head against Virgil’s shoulder.

“I dunno,” Virgil admitted. “But I’m sure we’ll figure something out-”

“Virgiiiiil? I got my hair stuck in a button!” Roman whined from the other room.

“- And everything’ll be fine,” He finished, then pecked Patton on the forehead before heading towards the distressed boy. “Coming, bud! Try not to pull on it unless you want a bald patch!” He chuckled at the alarmed squawk he got in response as he ducked out the kitchen door.

#TS-Storytime 2019 Submission #milo writes #ditr #gemstone tales #roman sanders #virgil sanders #patton sanders #sanders sides

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femreader · 6 years

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Heartbeat - 13th Doctor

Reader being from the future and living in some kind of fallout shelter and Doctor taking her and showing her stars and new worlds.

I was wondering if I could you could write it being prophesized in some time lord-y way that Y/N and the doctor are soulmates & they finally confess their feelings after finding this out??

Y/N had lived here for her whole life ever since she was born to this exact moment, her 21st birthday. Not that the fact she had a birthday changed her day anyway, actually it was the complete opposite. If she wanted food Y/N had to go and work for it or option two, which in her case was usually more rewarding, steal. You see in the fallout shelter village Y/N lived in everyone had their soulmates and their heartbeats pulsing as silver small circles on their wrists. Two beautiful circles, yeah well Y/N had three golden ones. No one had ever been able to tell her why she had three because with all logic she should have her own heartbeat and then her soulmates and when she’d meet them they would sync. Y/N had three completely different beats and sometimes it wrecked her body as it sometimes felt like she had three hearts in her chest.

So yeah, Y/N was kind of an outcast because people were afraid of her and her pulses.

“Move it,” Someone grunted and pushed the girl away on the crowded street. Y/N held onto her hood and easily sneaked her hand into the man’s old and grey cloak, getting a piece of bread. Her face kept a professional poker face and she mumbled an apology before walking away. She placed the bread into her bag which was placed across her chest. Her brown boots made no sound as she did her best to not to draw any attention. Her light brown/ grey hooded shirt and light pants helped with that as she blended with the environment perfectly while wearing them.

Y/N pushed the curtains to her ‘home’ away and stepped inside. Her home was made form an old castle ruin, and old carpets and piece of fabrics but she had the best view in her opinion. Not much but at least she had a roof over her head.

“Okay, let’s see,” She took out her catch and placed the food into an old wooden bowl. After being surprised how much she actually had Y/N smiled to herself and separated the bread from the three apples and took a bite out of one, devouring the taste.

As Y/N was cleaning up her face and hands with the little dirty water she had, her ears picked up and odd sound. Like something was zooming in and out. Being her curious self Y/N carefully stepped back into her bedroom, a metal bar in her hands. She kept herself in the shadows, in case the visitor wasn’t friendly

In front of her was a blue... something? She had never seen anything like that. It looked like a box, yeah it was a box but she didn’t know what it was for exactly. It did say police but Y/N hadn’t seen real policemen in her village after the Leader decided to abandon them.

Y/N took a better grip on her weapon when she heard the box open and people rushed in. She furrowed her eyebrows, how could four people fit into a small box?

“Where are we?”

“I don’t know... away luckily. Never going to that planet again,” A blonde breathed out.

“Wait, Doc you’re bleeding,” Someone pointed out.

“Well look at that, I’m sure it’s fin-”

“Did she just faint?!”

“Don’t just stand there Ryan help!”

Y/N noticed the woman on the ground and decided to step in, still holding on her weapon. When the three people noticed her they froze, making Y/N freeze too.

“Who are you guys?” Y/N asked lowering the bar just a bit after noticing the strangers kept their places and weren’t going to rob her. The girl with dark long hair spoke out, desperately.

“We’re just travelers, we mean no harm. Please, can you help,” The girl asked looking up form next to the blonde woman who was lying on the ground. Y/N looked around, making sure no one had heard anything or was coming there. Setting down her crowbar she moved some curtains out of the way.

“Just, lay her there,” She instructed and helped the three.

“Thank you, I’m Yasmin, this is Ryan and Graham.”

“How did this even happen and how did you just appear her out of thin air?” Y/N asked while she bandaged the nasty scar the unconscious woman had on her shoulder. She felt her chest tighten again, making breathing a struggle.

“It’s a long story, I’m sure Doctor can explain this to you once she wakes up.”

“Wait, her name is Doctor?” Once Y/N said that out loud as on cue the blonde sat up in such a speed she almost knocked Y/N down. Doctor breathed out very heavily her eyes looking around the place, before falling to the girl in front of her.

“Hello there,” She said smile on her face. “Sorry ‘bout all of this had trouble with old friends.”

“Yeah no you can’t move yet,” Y/N stopped her with her hands. “I still haven’t fully bandaged your shoulder plus I have to check if you’re fine from the fall. You hit your head pretty nice on the floor.”

The Doctor looked at the unfamiliar girl with wonder before remembering the three other people in the room. She turned to them and asked if they could wait in Tardis, her hearts were beating unusual fast.

“Yeah and I don’t suggest on going out, just don’t trust me,” Y/N said and went to get more water.

“So you live here,” Doctor looked around as Y/N started to roll a piece of fabric around her shoulder.

“Oi, watch your tone. IIt’s not like anyone else out there lives any better. No one has... sorry,” She took a deep gulp of air, feeling her chest tighten again. The Doctor steadied the girl with her hands, helping her to sit on the mattress.

“Sorry, this happens a lot...”

“It’s the pulses right?” Doctor asked and looked worried into the girl’s eyes, which still held some happiness in them despite the circumstances.

“Yeah, it’s uh... a long story. Having three pulses just kinda wrecks my body sometimes.”

The Doctor could have sworn her hearts stopped for a second right then and there. Obviously, she knew about the soulmate pulses, she had one too. Well, three since two were her own. She hadn’t ever even thought she could find her soulmate let alone meet them. But here they were, a brave and humble girl living in a fallout shelter.

“Did you say three?”

Y/N glanced the Doctor’s eyes for a second and felt her cheeks red up in shame, “Yup, my own and two others.”

“Can you try my heartbeat,” Doctor asked bluntly catching Y/N off guard.

“What?”

The doctor gently moved the girl’s hand off of her shoulder and guided it on the left side of her chest. Y/N felt the familiar steady heartbeat under her palm. Then Doctor moved her hand to the other side of her chest, Y/N was about to question her but something very disturbing and odd stopped her.

Another pulse. She had...

“Two heartbeats,” Y/N mumbled and went to try again the other side of the woman’s chest and then back again. She looked up now surprised and shocked. This wasn’t possible.

“Show me your wrist,” Y/N demanded and ripped her sleeve upwards, showing three golden circles on her hand. When she compared her arm to Doctor’s she felt her chest get surprisingly tight all the sudden. Y/N’s back went into an arch as she tried to breath and then all the sudden everything felt calm. The two heartbeats didn’t bother her anymore and for the first time in forever breathing felt easy.

Doctor’s three golden circles beat in the same pace as Y/N’s.

“I’m Y/N,” the girl mumbled, happy but still kinda overwhelmed. She opened and closed her mouth multiple times like a fish, making Doctor chuckle.

“Come, I’ll explain everything,” She got up and pulled Y/N up. The girl followed her to the box, suspicious about the lack of space.

“Is that thing appropriate for five people? Won’t it get a bit... tight?”

“Trust me, there’s a lot of room,” Doctor said and opened the door. Y/N was blinded for a second and holding her hand to cover her face she walked in.

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imaginetonyandbucky · 6 years

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Feeling the Heat

Chapter 3

Here’s an unexpected final chapter because @feelingsinwinter is an enabler. Enjoy!

~Dracusfyre

James scowled thoughtfully at Tony over the top of his computer. They’d had three dates now but they hadn’t gotten any farther than some enthusiastic necking on the couch; not that he was complaining, per se, because getting to put his hands and mouth all over Tony was more than he’d imagined he would get a month ago, but…he wanted more, goddammit.

So maybe he was complaining. But he didn’t know how to take the next step. In his admittedly less than perfect memory, he remembered dancing and flirting and kissing and going all the way with some ladies before the war, but all of those memories were tinged with the feeling like he was getting away with something scandalous. He didn’t want scandalous with Tony. At least, not any more scandalous than just being with another man was, though he understood that people didn’t mind that so much these days. So did he push for more? What if Tony wasn’t ready? Was three dates enough to want more? Or was James being impatient because he’d already spent so much time fantasizing about Tony?

Across from him, Tony continued humming under his breath, hand flying over the paper as he sketched something that looked like it might have been new stingers for Natasha, apparently oblivious to James’s frustration. James drummed his fingers on his computer and after a moment, opened up the internet. Making sure that his screen was angled away from Tony, he typed, “How To Seduce a Man.”

He got halfway through the first result – Cosmo’s “How to Get Your Man and Keep Him” before he had to leave the page, horrified. The next page wasn’t much better – James’s eyes narrowed as he tried to imagine how he would look in makeup and sexy lingerie and snorted softly to himself. Not his thing. But what if it was Tony’s? James thought uncertainly. He looked up at Tony again and then decided to shelve the thought for later. Much later.

On a whim, realizing that this whole endeavor was a little silly, he deleted “a man” and typed “Tony Stark.” A bunch of pictures came up, pictures of Tony in various stages of disarray and looking much younger. But near the bottom of the screen was a suspiciously specific link, “Five Ways to Get Iron Man in Your Bed, Plus One Way You Got Into His.” Clicking on it, James realized that it was a story; probably not a true story, he figured, but entertaining nonetheless. It was written to make the reader feel like they were part of the story, which was pretty neat; James had never seen something like that before.

Ten minutes into reading it, however, James suddenly realized where it was going and he shut the lid to his laptop sharply, face aflame.

The sound and the sudden movement caught Tony’s attention. “What’s up, Terminator? Find something scary on the internet?” he asked, glancing up from what he’d been sketching.

“Nothing, I’m just… hungry,” James improvised. “Do you want anything?”

Tony gestured to a half-eaten bagel beside him, only to realize it had gone stale and hard a long time ago. “Sure,” he said. “If you’re getting something.”

A few days later, they had another date. Another sweet, romantic, intoxicating date that left James restless with unresolved sexual frustration. Throwing himself down on the bed, he smoothed his hand over the top of his laptop, torn, before he growled “What the hell, why not?” and opened up the website that he’d been reading before.

By the fifth date, James had a much richer fantasy life about Tony than he’d had before. People on the internet were inventive. He had started making a wish list for when or if he ever got Tony naked.

By the sixth date, James was desperate enough to get Ideas.

***

“Man, its cold in here,” Tony said suddenly, and James had to hide his satisfied grin. He held open his blanket in invitation for Tony to cuddle next to him for warmth, but instead Tony went over to the thermostat. “Odd, someone turned the temperature way down.” He tapped the screen a couple of times. “There. Be right back, I’m going to get a sweater until it warms up in here.”

“Goddammit,” James said to the empty room.

***

That weekend, Tony got called to an emergency meeting at Stark Industries’ headquarters in LA, and with nothing better to do, James jumped at the chance to fly with him. Private planes meant no metal detectors and better food and oh, hey, would you look at that.

“Oh, no” James said. “There’s only one bed in here.”

“You can have it,” Tony said absently, already pulling his laptop out of his briefcase. “I’m not tired, and I’ve got a lot of work to do before I get there.”

James sighed with resignation and fell face first into the bed.

***

Enough being coy, James decided. He looked at the clock and kicked off the covers, throwing the pillows around the room, and with a little guilt, ripped a hole in his mattress. Then he padded quietly to Tony’s room and knocked softly, opening the door when he heard a mumbled “what?” from inside.

“My bed was destroyed,” James said, trying to sound rueful and/or regretful. “Can I sleep here?”

“Nightmare?” Tony said sympathetically, jaw cracking on a yawn. “Sure.” He moved over and grabbed a pillow from the foot of the bed for James. Once he was under the covers and comfortable, James kept very still, wondering what was supposed to happen next. Then he heard Tony’s breathing level out into sleep, slow and steady, and James inched closer, trying not to wake him up. It felt like a gift, Tony trusting him enough to fall asleep next to him, and as James held on to the warm feeling in his chest he fell asleep as well.

Well, it didn’t happen like it did in the stories – James woke up on his side of the bed, and Tony was still on his, but watching Tony go from asleep to awake was a reward in and of itself. James could hear his breathing change, and his heart speed up, then he stretch with a long groan that ended on a deep exhale, almost a sigh. He cracked an eyelid, and when he saw James next to him the smile on his face was like sunrise.

“Morning, Terminator,” Tony said, features still soft with sleep.

James reached out to trace a line on Tony’s face left by a wrinkle in his pillow and blurted, “Do you want to have sex with me?”

Tony didn’t look surprised. With a half-smile and raised eyebrow he said, “Right now?”

James ran a tongue over his teeth and checked in with his bladder. “Maybe not right now. Just…in general.”

That made Tony laugh, but as he did he moved closer and curled himself against James’s body, tucking his head under James’s chin, and sex or no sex, James could have died happy in that moment. “Of course I do, James. But have you ever had sex with a man before?”

James gently wrapped his metal arm around Tony to hold him close as he thought. “Only some quick, terrified handjobs during the war,” he said.

“Yeah, that’s kinda what I thought,” Tony said. “I’ve been trying to let you set the pace, I figured you would say something when you were ready to take the next step.”

That made James’s brow furrow. He pulled back so he could look Tony in the eyes. “Me?” he said skeptically. “I was ready to take the next step three dates ago.”

“Yeah?” Tony leaned up on his elbow. “Wait, is that why you’ve been acting so odd?”

James winced. He’d hoped Tony hadn’t noticed. “Yeah, probably.”

“I see. Well in that case, how do you feel about a shower?” Tony asked, rolling over James to get out of bed. For a breathtaking moment James had a squirming lapful of mostly naked Tony and then he was gone.

“Ok. You first?” James asked, trying not to sound disappointed as he threw his legs over the side of the bed.

There was the sound of water running and then Tony, already naked, came back to fist a hand in James’s undershirt, dragging him towards the bathroom. “Why waste the water taking turns?” he asked philosophically.

#tony stark #bucky barnes #tony x bucky #winteriron #dracusfyre #prompts

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anneshirleywasmychildhood · 6 years

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Diana and Gilbert

(Not the ship!)

I just like the title. It’s a Shirbert fic, don’t worry. 2k words.

Diana wanted to stay behind after church had officially ended. She hadn’t had confessions in a while, and wanted to confess how she had been feeling very vain lately.

“We will wait for you,” her mother said.

“There’s really no need,” Diana insisted. “It will be a while until the priest is free, so you should probably leave now. I will walk home afterwards.”

Her parents agreed, also wanting to get Minnie Mae home soon since her patience was running thin. Like Diana predicted, Father Thomas was cleaning up after the service was done, with Gilbert, and it took him a while to get to confession. He heard her, and said that vain thought were common at her age when girls realised that their looks were the only thing that was important because it was the only way to get a husband. Internally, Diana thought of how feverishly Anne would have objected to that. Anne would have told the old man how girls could be anything they wanted to be, and that she prayed that her future hubsand wouldn’t like her for her looks, but her brain and personality. Still, Diana wasn’t as brave as Anne, so she agreed to 5 Hail Maries and left the confession box.

Gilbert had finished around the same time and she was. He looked at her curiously. “What are you still doing here?”

“Confession,” Diana confessed. “You?”

“Helping around the church because having a priest as a reference will for sure get me into medical school,” he said as they left the church together. They stood on the front steps and talked for a while.

“Here I thought you were doing it out of your obligation as a good christian,” Diana joked.

“Nope!” Gilbert joked back, “But I’d be glad to walk you home, just to make sure you are safe.”

“I’d appreciate that,” Diana said, as they walked in the direction of Diana’s house.

“How’s your family?” Gilbert asked.

“They are well. Healthy,” Diana said.

“And your sister?” Gilbert asked. “Just as annoying as ever?”

“It seems like she can’t get any more irritating, yet everyday she finds a way.” They were both laughing at that. “How’s Bash? And Mary?”

“They are well,” Gilbert said. “Enjoying married life. They’re so in love, you know? Like, every time Mary walks in, Bash smiles like it’s the first time he’s seen her. I want that. That kinda love. It’s so perfect, and simple, and peaceful.” Something in Gilbert’s eyes told Diana he had a specific girl in mind.

And something in Diana’s smile said that he knew just which girl it was. “How’s Anne?”

Gilbert chuckled softly. “I’m not in love with Anne.”

“Oh?” Diana held up an eyebrow quizzically. “You don’t think about her when she’s not there? You don’t find yourself admiring her from across the room? Or concocting any excuse to visit Green Gables just so you could talk to her?”

“Ok, Ok, I love Anne,” Gilbert confessed. “But I’m not “in love with Anne” because that would imply that it’s mutual which it’s most certainly not.”

“I wouldn’t go that far," Diana said.

“Wait, she loves me?” Gilbert was suddenly so hopeful, so filled with optimism and joy.

“I wouldn’t go that far either,” Diana said quickly, crushing Gilbert’s hopes just as quick as she made them. “I would say that she’s neither here nor there, but that she could go either way. You have to be carful,” Diana instructed him. “If you move too fast, before she’s ready, she will be terrified and run off and you’ll lose her. I know you are impatient, but you have to keep doing and nothing more. Wait for her to realize she likes you, first. After that, make sure that when you make the first move, you don’t actually move. Wait for her to kiss you, believe me. She often talks about how barbaric and arbitrary it is to have the man kiss the woman but never the other way around. She loves to make the first move, like when she kissed Cole.”

“She kissed Cole?” Gilbert asked as his brain went into overdrive, freaking out as it tried to process this news.

“On the cheek,” Diana specified quickly, and Gilbert breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thank god,” Gilbert quickly prayed. “So, do you know if she’s actually kissed anyone?”

“No,” Diana said.

“You don’t know?” Gilbert started to freak out again.

“No, I do know. She hasn't kissed anyone.” Diana tried to assure her friend.

“Stop scaring me like that,” Gilbert said, smiling. “Your going to give me heart attack.”

Diana smiled as well. “I wouldn’t want to do that. I would like Anne to have a husband who’s going to stick around.”

Gilbert’s smiled changed. He wasn’t smiling at a joke, but at the idea of being Anne’s husband. Specifically, Anne’s best friend in the entire world to give him her blessing to marry her. Sure, he had been thinking about marrying Anne for a while, but that was just his only personal imaginings. Knowing that Diana felt the same, that gave his daydreams a certain level of legitimacy that they had never had before. He like that. “I promise I will,” Gilbert swore to Diana. “I want to be with Anne as long as possible.”

Diana nodded. “I’ll hold you to that,” Diana promised in return.

———

The next day at school, Gilbert had early hung up his hat when he was created by a swarm of boys.

“Ummm… Hello?” Gilbert asked, unsure what it was all about.

“Given up on Anne, I guess,” Billy said.

“What? No.” Gilbert said instinctively. “Well, not no. But I’m waiting. What’s this about?”

“So you decided to get another girlfriend to hold you over till Anne says yes?” Billy’s friend Sam said.

“Bold, especially going out with Diana,” Billy’s other friend Maxwell said.

“Diana?” Gilbert was confused.

“Yeah, Rachel Lynde said the two of you walked home together an that you were very chummy,” Moody explained.

“Well, yeah we walked home together, but it was just as friends.” Gilbert tried to explain.

“Sure,” Billy said winking at Gilbert.

“And wait, how do you all know about me liking Anne?” Gilbert asked.

“Umm, everyone knows about you liking Anne,” Charlie offered.

“Does Anne?” Gilbert worried.

“She’s the only one who doesn’t,” Moody informed him, “but the rest of us have a betting pool to see how long it will take you two to get together.”

“What! I feel violated! And… Strangely intrigued. What are the odds? Can I see?”

Billy showed him into the school’s side room where various dates, odds, names, and amounts of money were written on a black board. “This is… very detailed.” Was all Gilbert could say.

Across the school, Ruby was crying as Diana assured her it was nothing romantic. Anne, however, had a different reaction. She was still, a bit too still. Her eyes were fixed on the floor as she tried to realize why there was a strange pain in her stomach. What was this feeling? Whatever it was, she didn’t like it and wanted it to go away.

“Anne?” Diana asked, bringing Anne out of her day dream. “Are you OK?”

“I’m fine,” Anne said, smiling, but for some reason she felt like she was lying to her friend.

Still, they had class like normal, but Anne kept glancing over at Gilbert. She couldn't explain why, but the knot in her stomach got tighter every time she looked at him. Maybe she could figure it out by following it, like when she would play Hot and Cold with Diana. But she didn’t like this. It made her feel bad about herself, for some reason. She wish she could figure it, but didn't know where to start. Instead she pushed it out of her mind the best she could

At lunch, she noticed that Gilbert was alone in the coat room. After a quick moment’s deliberation, she told her friends that she thought she left an apple in her coat pocket and that she was going to go get it. She entered the coat room, and glanced at Gilbert. He was eating over an open book. Smart. It was a lot quieter out here than it was in the main room. Gilbert was smart, wasn't he. He was also pretty handsome, reading that book.

Woah. What? Where did that thought come from? Anne quickly averted her gaze, an walked over to her coat with determination.

This caught Gilbert's attention. He looked up with a soft smile. “Anne,” he exhaled.

“Gil,” Anne said. “-bert,” Anne corrected herself. She quietly shamed herself as she rifled though her coat pocket for and apple that wasn’t there. Gilbert was eyeing her suspiciously. “Where’s that apple,” she whispered under her breath to satisfy his natural curiosity. While she did this, she rolled her eyes at herself again. Get on with Anne, she told her self. “Umm, so, uh, Gilbert. I uhh, heard this crazy rumour that you walked home with Diana.”

Gilbert closed his book to talk to her, but not before placing a bookmark. “And I thought Miss. Stacey thought you a lesson about rumours,” he joked with her.

“Well, is it true?” Anne asked, not really in a joking mood.

“Yeah,” Gilbert confirmed. “We had a lovely walk together.”

“Of course,” Anne said, a bit to quickly. As she continued, she got more and more worked up. “Diana is a wonderful girl, the kindest and most beautiful person alive. You should of course try to be friends with her. I found my friendship with her infinitely rewarding, I’m sure you will find yours to be the same. Anyone would be lucky to walk her home, I’m so happy for you and wish the two of you all the happiness in the world. God, where is that apple!” She buried her face in her coat to hide her burning cheeks.

Gilbert was a little taken aback by this. “Umm, Anne? Are you… jealous?”

“What!” Anne withdrew from the coats with a fury. “Why would I be jealous!” she exclaimed, a little too loudly, turning the heads of those nearest the coatroom. “I have nothing to be jealous of! I don’t have a crush on you! I’m not Ruby, or any of the other girls who fall for your whole “attractive academic” look! I don’t like you like that, ok!”

Gilbert bit his lip to stop himself from smiling to much. “I meant,” he tried to clarify, “are you jealous I got to hang out with Diana, not that Diana got to hang out with me.”

Realization dawned on Anne’s face. For some reason, she just assumed he was talking about himself, he didn’t consider that it was about her friend. She was so embarrassed! She looked back, and everyone was looking at her and Gilbert. They had heard her outburst, and his correction. “I…” she tried to finish the thought, but couldn’t. They were all looking at her, waiting to see how she would respond. She looked back down at Gilbert, how was also waiting for her to say or do something. “I…” She didn’t like this, everyone staring at her, having to think on her feet. She didn't want to say anything to Gilbert, she needed time to sort things out for herself.

So, she ran. She turned on her heals, heading out into the crisp fall air. Her legs pushed against the ground, bringing her farther away from the coatroom with the horrible situation. She pushed back against the rising embarrassment and continued running as fast as she could.

#anne with an e #anne the series #anne of green gables #anne shirley #gilbert blythe #diana berry #source: mine

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spring-emerald · 6 years

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can i request kurodai + water? thank you!

Thank you for sending one in, @finnthebunneh post came in the right time and provided the much needed inspiration for this fic. Enjoy!

The game’s simpleenough.

Deliver the worstpick-up line you could ever think of to a random stranger, wait for theiranswer (if they’re given any, at all) and just leave after that. Noexplanations, no apologies. To make sure that no one chickens out or tattles tothe unsuspecting person, they’re going to go out in pairs, randomly chosenthrough spin the bottle using one of the discarded beer bottles littered ontheir table. The random stranger will be picked by one of the members of theirgroup through similar procedure.

After three rounds ofspinning, the pairs are determined as follows: Oikawa and Bokuto; Yaku andIwaizumi; and Kuroo with Kita.

And since it was hisidea, Oikawa volunteered to go first, making Bokuto go second. They spun thebottle to determine who gets to pick the strangers for them, and it’s Yaku for Oikawaand Iwaizumi for Bokuto.

The pair set out anddidn’t come back to the table for a while. When they did though, both of themhave red faces. Oikawa in mirth, and Bokuto in abject embarrassment.

“What happened?”Yaku, for someone who voice his initial disagreement about joining the game,looks far too excited to know. Oikawa, is of course, happy to oblige.

After sharing a laughat Bokuto’s expense, it was time for the second pair to set out, and for themto select the pickers. Kuroo catches the meaningful look Oikawa directs at him,and instead of spinning it first, he hands the bottle to Kita, who spins it tohave it land on Bokuto. And since he can’t prolong it, he spins the bottle,mentally supplicating before the gods to bless him with luck and escape Oikawa.

But of course,there’s no such thing as luck when it comes to dealing with Oikawa, as themouth of the bottle landed neatly, squarely in his direction.

Kuroo watches as thesmile on Oikawa’s face widen, vaguely visualizing the gates of hell openingunder him as it happens, as he falls into the pits of darkness and eternaldamnation, accompanied by Oikawa’s evil laughter.

“Oh my,” Oikawa hasthe gall to act surprised at the turn of events. (For all Kuroo knows, he’srigged the bottle to do just that). “Well, I pick Bartender-kun over there forKuro-chan.”

—–

Kuroo licks his drylips and swallows at the sight of the impressive forearms, the muscles ingenerous display as Bartender-kun’s sleeves are rolled up. He caught Kuroo’seyes when Kuroo happened to catch him smiling at a patron as he hands her a drink,but up close, he’s even more attractive. And Kuroo is so not ready to beconfronted by this. He glances at Kita, who situated himself nearby, pretendingto read over the drinks menu propped up on the counter.

Ah, fuck it. It’s notlike he’s going to return here anyway, so best get it over with. Make a foolout of himself than prolong the inevitable. It’s quite a shame though, becausethis bar is actually few of the ones he instantly liked, right off the bat,apparently really attractive Bartender-kun, notwithstanding.

He self-consciouslyand awkwardly leans on the counter with his elbow, a leg casually crossed andpropped up on his toes. He clears his throat to get Bartender-kun’s attention.

He’s rewarded by adimpled, customer service ready smile.

“Hey,” Oh god, his voice, what is he even??? “What can I get you?”

“Um, no. I’m uh… I’mgood, Ahh, I mean,” Dammit, Kuroo, pullyourself together.

“So, uhm… d’you likewater?”

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What?

Daichi blinks up atthe guy, smile frozen at the odd question. Mentally, he’s trying to figure outif it’s a trick question or a convoluted way of asking him for a glass of water, but is too proud to admit that he needs oneon his system this early in the night. But the guy, all with a fringe blockinghalf of the upper part of his face and red leather jacket that hugs his broadshoulders quite nicely, looks comically serious about his inquiry.

Huh.If this is a prelude to a bad pick-up line, well, Daichi’s heard worse.

“…I suppose I do.” Heanswers slowly, hesitant but with a matching, empathic nod.

“G-great.” The guy stutters,then huffs and shakes his head quickly, as if dispelling something away fromhis face. “Because I mean, if you like water, then you’ll already like 70% ofme,” he says with a one-shouldered shrug coupled with a too awkward wink.

Daichi blinks again,unsure how to respond. But the guy doesn’t say anything else and has actuallyturned to leave, and what, he’s going to leave just like that? And true, Daichi’shad to shut down (as politely and classy as much as possible, thank you verymuch) unwanted advances before, but he’s not doing it this time, because hefigures that a guy that has the sense to be at least scientific when it comesto his pick-up lines couldn’t be that bad.

That and he seemsoddly endearing. And well… he’s sort of, you know, kinda Daichi’s type.

He stares at theretreating (broad) back that are hunched, and moves before his mind can catchup to him. He leans over the counter, heaves a deep breath and blurts out thefirst thing that comes into mind.

“Hey, wait! Whatabout the 30%?” His voice is loud enough to carry over the heart thumpingmusic. Fortunately, the guy hears it. Unfortunately, he’s not the only one. Thepatrons nursing drinks at the bar all looked at Daichi and the attention madehim a bit self-conscious, but he just can’t let this opportunity pass him by.

The guy turns slowlyand dumbly looks at Daichi. “What?”

Daichi exhales with ahuff, shaking his head, a small smile on his face. He motions for the guy tocome over and has to fake a cough to cover up a laugh brought about the way theguy is dazedly walking back towards him. Like he couldn’t believe that Daichiwants him to come back, after all that.

“What about the other30%?” Daichi repeats the question, just as the guy stops in front of him. “Whatare they made up of?”

The guy blinks athim. “Erm… my personality?” He says, tilting his head a little to the side,hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck.

Daichi bites down onhis lips to stop himself from grinning and hums. “You’re not going to includelooks?” He raises a teasing eyebrow, letting a small smirk lift the corners ofmouth as he crosses his arms, which draws the attention of the guy for amoment.

“D’you want me to?”

“You don’t think youshould?”

The guy just gapesback at him. “Are… are you for real?”

Daichi chuckles. “Well,that depends. Are you ever going to ask for my name?”

“What is your name?”The guy asks in a heartbeat.

“Sawamura Daichi,” heextends a hand over the counter and doesn’t miss the way the guy staresadmiringly at his forearm.

“I’m Kuroo Tetsurou,”Kuroo takes the hand and grasps it within his larger one.

Daichi smiles, onethat he knows just emphasizes the divot on the side of his right cheek andnoted how Kuroo zeroed in his gaze on it.

Well, he’s definitely100% interesting.

#haikyuu!!#kurodai #kuroo tetsurou #sawamura daichi #hq fanfic

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Y’all are kinky. I did Jason and Bubba wearing the collars themselves, thought it would be more….fitting;)

Jason

- He’s not quite sure how he feels when one day you approach him with an all too innocent grin, holding out a black leather collar with a gleaming gold buckle on it and sweetly asking if he’d like to try it on, just to see how it looked. If Jason could breathe, he’d sharply inhale at the sight of you smiling up at him with such a deviant glint in your lovely eyes. Unconsciously, Jason would place a weathered hand to the front of his wide neck, remembering how long ago he was hung, nearly strangled, on a noose by a surviving camper when he was still “alive”…. Needless to say, it was most certainly not a pleasant experience. If the relationship between the two of you was still in its beginning stages, Jason would slowly shake his head no, not willing to subject himself to an act so unfamiliar and which brought back unpleasant memories. On the other hand, if you’ve been together long enough Jason would put more thought into the matter. Despite the initial discomfort at the mere thought of having that thing around his throat, he can’t deny the image of you being the one to put it on him, or the way it makes him feel….aroused. Just the thought of you gently tightening the collar around his throat, barely brushing against his Adam’s apple every time he would swallow with you running your hands across the smooth leather and up to his face, caressing his mask with such loving reverence he never knew existed after so many years of solitude, cooing how such a good boy you are, so good for me….How utterly handsome you look with a collar, Jason…. It’s a good look on you….My lovely, obedient pet. All of this flashes across his mind within the span of only a few seconds, but it’s more than enough. Jason would look once more at the collar you held and would slowly nod his head, his hand that was once on his neck finally dropping to his side. You give an elated smile up at Jason, one that quickly becomes more dark in nature. “Oh, how wonderful! I just thought it would be…interesting to try something a little different! So sweetie, before we start, could you do me a teeny favor?” Jason eagerly nodded, taking a step closer towards your waiting form. At this point, he’d do anything you wished of him. You fingered the collar and looked up at Jason with hooded eyes, a dark promise hidden within their depths. “Be a good boy and kneel for me.”

Freddy

- As soon as he saw the leather collar in your hands, he immediately donned a sly smirk on his scarred face. Casually leaning against your bedroom wall, Freddy crossed his arms and gave a playful growl. “I didn’t know you were into that kinda shit. Not that I’m complaining….” He purred, eyeing the collar dangling from your finger. You let out a huff of laughter as you sauntered towards the dream demon, rolling your eyes as you stopped a few feet in front of where he stood. “I suppose there’s quite a few things you don’t know about me….” You drawled, twirling the black leather collar around your index finger lazily. If he had any eyebrows, Freddy would have quirked one upwards. “Is that so…..” he murmured, a slight roughness in his voice, his grin becoming absolutely predatory in nature. Normally such a sight would have you weak in the knees and aching for his deliciously dark love. And damn him, the smug bastard was more than aware of your weakness. Looking up at Freddy with a less than innocent glint in your eyes, you gave a smirk of your own despite the blush burning your cheeks. “That is so…..Care to find out?” You asked, a slight lilt to your tone. A dark chuckle rumbled from Freddy’s chest as he pushed himself off the wall and sidled up to your form, his chest barely brushing yours, the heat coming off him making you feel even warmer. You swallowed audibly. “Don’t mind if I do, dollface. How ‘bout you show Daddy just how cute that collar looks wrapped around your neck. Go on.” Freddy’s husky tone dripped with desire, and you nearly moaned. As if under a spell, you brought the collar to your throat and fastened it accordingly, the cool leather a relief against your flushed skin. He gave a low whistle at the sight of you, and you had to stop yourself from looking away in embarrassment, all your bravado from earlier having faded away, and in its place arose a needy nature only Freddy knew how to wield like a weapon. Freddy raised his ungloved hand to gently push away a few stray strands of hair from your face, and you leaned into his touch with a soft sigh. “I could get used to this….You look damn good right now,” he growled. You shuddered at his praise, an instance that came few and far between. Without warning, his hand swiftly moved to grip the back of your head, slightly tugging on your hair to expose even more of your tempting neck. Your throat bobbed as you thickly swallowed, the possibilities of what he would do to you racing through your lust addled mind. Freddy gave a despicable grin and leaned in to nose your jawline, licking a long strip from collar to jaw. “Let’s see what other dirty secrets my little pet is hiding.”

Michael

- You could have never known the debacle that would ensue with Michael simply because of an impulse purchase one particular day. You had been out and about in town one sunny day, window shopping to your heart’s content as you admired all the small shops adorning the streets of Haddonfield you never had time previously to explore. Having spent the majority of your free time with Michael in the old Myers abode didn’t really allow for many opportunities to go out, but you never minded. Spending quality time with him was always the thing you most looked forward to each and every day. So while you were enjoying some time to yourself on this rare occasion, you happened to pass a small boutique that had recently opened up. More than a little curious, you decided to see what it was all about, promising yourself that you would only look around. Your self control had never been the best. You left with a small bag clutched in your hand containing a beautiful choker that, upon further inspection, was actually an elaborate collar with a small silver buckle. It looked so far from what you normally wore, but that day you had been feeling a bit adventurous. That night you arrived at the Myers house wearing your new purchase, not really expecting Michael to notice or care but still excited to see him nevertheless. Even after announcing your presence upon entering the household, Michael was no where to be seen. Odd. He was usually home around this time of night. Giving a slight shrug, you made yourself home in the kitchen and began gathering some snacks you had stored in the cabinets in previous visits. Upon turning around however, you were startled by Michael suddenly standing right in the kitchen doorway, silent as ever. You heaved a sigh in exasperation, your arms still clutching the snacks. “A little warning next time would be great, yeah?” You managed to stammer out. “I thought for sure you weren’t home yet….” All the while you were speaking Michael’s attention was drawn not to your words, but to your tempting neck accentuated by the collar. He felt himself breathing heavier. When you finally went up to him to place a kiss upon his masked cheek, happy to see him even if he did give you a small fright, Michael gently grabbed your upper arm before you could do so. Looking at him in confusion, you were about to question his sudden hesitance when he suddenly caressed your collar, unnaturally gentle in his ministrations as he ran the tips of his fingers across your throat. You froze, too shocked to do anything besides stand still as he explored your new accessory. With a crooked finger, Michael slid a digit underneath your collar and pulled you against his chest as he raised his mask ever so slightly. Before you even had the opportunity to blush Michael was brushing his lips across your throat, deceptively soft before he bit hard just under your jawline. You let out a surprised moan, and dropped all the snacks you were carrying. He didn’t let you go until your neck was blossoming with dark hickeys, and your lips were swollen from his harsh kisses.

Leatherface

-It had only started as a sudden thought you had one day while thinking about your Bubba while he was away doing his duties. The way he was so eager to please you in both outside and inside the bedroom made you think of an overly large puppy dog that was always excited to be in your presence. Such devotion was one of the many aspects of Bubba that had made you fall head over heels for him in the first place. And the way he reacted so sweetly to any and all compliments you gave him made you want to do it over and over again just to see the way he would bashfully cover his already masked face with his hands, quietly blubbering in embarrassment and giddiness. He was the absolute cutest when praised. It was then a small seed of a realization wormed its way into your pondering mind. He would look absolutely perfect in a collar. A devious grin crept onto your face. Oh, what a delicious concept it was indeed. Your good boy deserved something nice anyway for all his hard work over the past week, and a special gift was the perfect way to reward him. It couldn’t be compared to what you would give after the collar, however. He was sure to enjoy those just as much. After quite a bit of searching around the Sawyer property, since you were unable to go into town or even use the internet, you had to settle upon an old leather collar that you suspect used to be a dog collar found in the barn. The leather was a bit cracked with age, but that was fine. It would fit easier around your Bubba’s wide neck. Skimming your fingers across its worn surface brought a slight smirk upon your face, and you tucked it away into your satchel. That night after dinner you and Bubba were having some quiet time in his room cuddled on the bed. Your head was leaning against his chest with his arms wrapped around your form, and you could feel the steady thump of his heart. Lifting your head ever so slightly to look him in the eye, you decided that now was a good opportunity to present Bubba with his surprise. You released yourself from Bubba’s embrace as he let out a small whine, which was almost enough to make you forget about your mission. Shaking your head with a small smile, you reached over into your satchel and brought out the newly cleaned collar. “Sweetie, I have a surprise for you! But you have to close your eyes alright?” Always the one wanting to please, Bubba giggled and did as you asked. You unlatched the collar and carefully fit it around and under his mask, securing it in place. You stood back on your haunches and gazed at the sight Bubba made, heat already forming between your legs. You were right. He looked absolutely perfect. “Open your eyes now,” You cooed. He brought his hands up to his neck upon opening his eyes, confusion apparent in the way he hesitantly pulled at it. You took his hands into your own and straddled his lap, kissing them softly. “Now Bubba….” You purred as you began to place his hands onto your chest, slowly grinding down as you tugged on his collar. “Be a good boy and beg. I want to see how cute you get when moaning for me, okay?” Bubba whined at his nickname, too overwhelmed by that and his newfound appreciation for becoming your pet.

#jason vorhees #friday the 13th #freddy krueger #a nightmare on elm street #michael myers #halloween #leatherface #texas chainsaw massacre #slasher imagines #my writing #help how do i write sexy

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