#glad i decided to continue with it although i was at first lukewarm on it compared to in the woods

[deermouth]

HENRY WINTER ASS CHARACTER

#posts only this about the likeness again sorry #i just got to an incredibly funny part thats not worth posting a pic but he doesnt know who the prime minister is #txt #currently reading #thoroughly enjoying my little tsh-love-letter crimefic #glad i decided to continue with it although i was at first lukewarm on it compared to in the woods

[sooghostwriter]

Only on the weekends

Member/Pairing: Do Kyung Soo x OC (Nameless)

Genre/Type: Mature, Romance, AU, smut.

Warnings: Full on sexy times, pegging (NOT daddy kink, NOT kink, just good old Christian pegging).

Word count: 11001 words (yikes, a third of the fic)

Notes: This story takes place wherever you want. You will see why it would be weird to center it in Korea.

Thank you to all of you who waited patiently for this last chapter. It was hard to focus on writing because of ADHD and life, but I'm glad I could finish it because I really wanted to write this scene. Scene that was the only reason why I started this fic, that then grew up a bit too much.

Also, thank you to my dear friend @thedeviousdo. Steph, thank you for answering whenever I asked you for your opinion and for fixing everything that needed to be fixed.

Summary: She is saved by a caring man from a little mishappening in the middle of the forest. A small act of kindness turns into seasons of laughs, food, fun, care, love, and sex.

Final Chapter

-Spring-

She was driving back home when she got a call from him. She pressed the answering button, and enjoyed how his voice filled her car “Hulder, I got good news”

“Are you getting a hot tub so we can have sex al fresco?” Kyung Soo snorted and told her he was still thinking about it “Anyway, as I was saying, I have good news, I got two weeks of vacations” Those were indeed good news “You got any plans, my man?”

“No, I want to stay one week at home, I have some things to do, but I don’t have plans for the other week” She offered him an idea. She told him that he could go to the city and stay with her. She had to work, but they could go out during the afternoon, and during the day he could meet his parents, friends, go to the cinema, shopping, etc. “I like it, I really like it, so this weekend, instead of you going to my place, I’m going to you”

“Sounds great, what about Baekhyun, Chanyeol, and the rest?”

“Chanyeol, the human, can stay at my house and take care of them, I need to buy food for him…so see you this Saturday morning?”

“Or Friday night” He agreed to Friday night. So instead of going home, she went to the supermarket.

Her home was clean, the heater was on, food ready to serve and Kyung Soo was parking in front of her building. She loved how he could make her feel butterflies all over her body just by smoothly getting his jeep between two city cars.

She greeted him with a long kiss. She was so happy to have him there, in her home, and for a week. This was going to be the longest they would spend together “What if this is some kind of test for our relationship and we end up hating each other?” She asked him as she served him a plate of creamy Ricotta Corn and Tomato Ziti. He grabbed a bite and took his time to praise her cooking before answering “I don’t think I could hate you, and I’m confident that this week is going to be me going out during the day, and us having sex during the night, there are a lot of surfaces we could try” He looked around nodding and took another big bite of food “Sir, I have to work, don’t forget that”

“I already thought about it, you finish work at six, I pick you up, we go out, we come back by nine, we fuck, and you are going to be sleeping by eleven” She was giggling uncontrollably “You have everything planned uh? I like it, probably I’m not going to function properly the next day, but who cares” He also shared with her his full schedule for that week. Visiting friends, going to the cinema, buying some clothes for the summer, it was a long list “It’s going to be fun” He commented cheerfully “Yeah I’m sure, you probably need to get your eyebrows done too”

“What?” He looked up from his plate, eyebrows up, eyes wide, completely lost. She kept quiet, controlling her smile “What? What do you mean? What’s wrong with my eyebrows?” He insisted, slightly annoyed, but still amused “Nothing, they are perfect, I’m sure you spend some time at the saloon fixing them”

“Are you making fun of me?” He was less annoyed now, smiling with her “A little bit, is cute” He rubbed his eyebrows, looking up “What’s with them, they are alright”

“They are perfect, I love them” He smiled and dropped the issue. But she kept giggling about it for a while.

She cleaned the table as Kyung Soo spoke with his parents, arranging breakfast and lunch with them. They knew about her, her parents knew about him, but none of their families were particularly nosy about their kid’s private life. And they weren’t in a hurry to introduce each other to their respective families.

She had just turned on the dishwasher when he walked behind her and captured her against his chest, dropping a kiss behind her ear “Wanna use one of your surfaces?” He asked, tightening his grip around her “We just ate, what about a nice walk around the neighborhood and then you fuck me”

“Sounds perfect” He dropped a kiss on her other ear and let her go so they could get ready.

As he promised. Kyung Soo picked her up at work every single day. They went on simple fun dates and then they arrived home so Kyung Soo could have his way with her. And she could have her way with him. Their time at her place made them very creative in the matters of sex. Slow, deep and messy or fast, hard and desperate. Sex where no words were needed. Sex where they kept making sure that the other was alright with what they were doing. Whenever they fucked at his place there was hunger in their movements. The first fuck of the weekend was always desperate, a bit harsh sometimes. Now it wasn't the complete opposite. It wasn't calmer, but the pace was different. They both knew that the next evening they were going to be at the same place. Time was different. Instead of enjoying the most from each other for two days, they had eight days to doing so. Although watching time pass was terrible.

By now she knew his body like hers. She could draw him by memory, with her eyes closed. She fell in love with waking up seeing his beautiful profile and going to sleep listening to his deep voice.

He left on Monday, and she felt incredibly sad to see him go. Instead of worrying about fighting with Kyung Soo after spending a week together, she should have worried about not wanting to let him go after spending a whole week with him. She got used to their casual intimacy too soon. She was missing his hand on her back as they walked inside a restaurant. His head on her shoulder when they were having breakfast.

She loved the small gestures and the soft displays of care. Always tender, always natural, and most of the time with a message of possession. And she didn’t care, because she was the same. She knew what her eyes said when she looked at him.

Mine.

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She wasn't very fond nor connected with nature. But she felt like celebrating the official beginning of spring.

The weather in the city was still a bit cold, but the weather at the farm was already warmer. The threes were blooming, on their way to growing fruits during the summer. Baekhyun was shedding, and brushing his hair was one of her favorite parts of the weekend.

On Saturday, Kyung Soo had an emergency at work and left for the rest of the day. She was in charge of feeding the animal and making dinner. She fetched the veggies from his greenhouse all by herself, which later got her a congratulatory kiss from him.

They had dinner outside. It wasn’t warm, but nothing that a good poncho couldn’t fix. The sky was so clean that night, that they had to stay outside and enjoy the stars.

When they finished dinner, they sat outside, covered by a thick blanket and sharing a big cup of coffee “Love, I have an idea” He offered after sipping their coffee “Let’s go to the river for a night swim” She felt the excitement in her chest. Words weren’t needed, she stood up and Kyung Soo lead the way.

The flashlight they brought was unnecessary. The moon was bright enough to illuminate their path “Isn’t the water too cold to swim?”

“No, at night is always a bit…a tiny bit warmer, not super cold”

“Kyung Soo, just say is cold”

“It’s not! I swear is not as cold as during the day” She sank her hand on the water, and in fact, it wasn’t too cold, it was just cold. She turned around to mess with him but forgot her line of thought after catching him shirtless, pulling down his pants. The sight of his pretty butt covered in black boxer briefs was the only thing that mattered now. She felt like giving it a good bite. He folded his clothes and left them on top of a rock, away from the water “Are we skinny dipping?”

“That sounds fun, but I would rather not, I don’t want a river shrimp messing with my balls” She cackled, unable to continue taking off her shirt, so Kyung Soo helped her.

So, they got into the water on their underwear. And to her surprise, the water wasn’t very cold. Slightly lukewarm was probably the right way to describe it. And the outside was colder than the water, so it was a nice contrast. Still not better than a hot tub, which Kyung Soo still hadn’t bought “You will have your hot tub, I’m still thinking where can we install it so it looks good with the whole house, and we can also have privacy” He told her when she insisted “But babe, If you don’t want one don’t buy it, I just insist because I’m annoying like that”

“Nah, I want one too, Chanyeol’s mom got one and she always speaks wonders about it when I go visit her” She arranged her body against him, hugging his waist and resting her head on his shoulder “You go visit her often?”

“She is like a second mom”

“Invite her next week then, I will like to meet her” Some weeks ago she had met Kyung Soo’s friends. Finally, he decided to share his time with her, with his group of friends. It wasn’t something she would like to repeat too often though. It was a lot of work and energy. It was a group of four guys, but it felt like a village. They all had a lot of questions, a lot to share about Kyung Soo without his approval, a lot of stories. It was fun, messy, and heartwarming. Something that they could do once a month, not more than that. After all, their time was theirs and precious. She knew Kyung Soo was careful with how he shared his time. His work, his house, his farm, and his friends. At least that’s what she saw. She wondered if, in the past, a girlfriend was able to get into that schedule “Kyung Soo, You don't get lonely here?” She began building up her question “No, I spend a lot of time alone, which I like, but also I have my friends in town and I have you”

“What about before me, what about girls?” The building up kind of backfired on her, she wasn’t expecting the displeasure she felt the moment the word ‘girls’ left her mouth. She didn’t want to imagine girls, not in his present, not in his past “Girls?”

“Mmh, yes, girls, you didn't get lonely before?” She closed her eyes tightly, feeling stupid and hating where she was going with all this “No I didn't”

“That's good” Something in her voice made him search for her face, holding her chin softly “Is this jealousy?”

“No” She denied, poorly. He called her name followed by a chuckle, but she ignored him “Well, I must say, I like it, I like this jealousy quite a lot my love” She raised her right arm to slap his chest and make him stop, but he held her wrist and pulled her to his chest, capturing her between his strong arms. It was equally annoying and arousing “I knew who to call” He confessed, serious and honest “Good for you” He chuckled, caressing between her furrowed brows “But it's different with you”

“How?” She asked not sure of what kind of answer she was expecting “You don't shy away, you ask for more and I always want to give you more” He quickly clarified that he wasn’t comparing, but rather voicing out what he liked about her “I like some things, I enjoy doing some things and I know you can give them to me” She said through pouting lips. By now she kept acting like this because she knew Kyung Soo was enjoying it “I still don’t have enough of you, and I hope you are still excited about sharing time with me”

“I don’t think I’m ever going to feel less excited about sharing my time with you Hulder, ever”

“Are we talking sex-wise or love-wise?” She blurted out, not sure why she needed the clarification “Both” She sighed heavily, relieved and happy. Despite being surprised by her own questions, she knew that she could be this vulnerable with him. That he was going to answer, and maybe ask for clarifications later “I don’t want to make promises Kyung Soo, but you know that with me, you only need to ask and I will fulfill what you want” A smirk that she could only describe as dark arose in his lips “Are we talking sex-wise or love wise?” He threw it back at her “Both”

“Anything I want?” She nodded, her mouth replicating his smile. He called her with one finger. She moved her head closer to his, his warm lips brushing her ear. The noise of the river and the threes moving over them went mute and she could only hear his voice confessing what he wanted. She couldn’t believe how incredibly lucky she was, after hearing his whispered request. Later came the shock, after really processing what felt like a fantasy “You want me to peg you?” She asked in a soft whisper “I’m sure you are experienced” He commented offhandedly as he caressed her surprised face “How?”

“The way you touch me” He shrugged as his hand moved down her back, resting on her ass. Yes, she had played with his ass a couple of times, just because it was there and she knew it would feel great. She was surprised, and grateful when he accepted the touch “Are you sure?” She let herself show some of her excitement “I am” He answered amused “It could hurt”

“Not if you are careful”

“Have you done it before?”

“Not pegging, but I have done some things to myself” She closed her eyes, taking in his confession, imagining. And of course, getting aroused by it. The image of a Kyung Soo masturbating with some toy was something that never crossed her mind before, and now was everything she wanted to see. He looked gorgeous in her head.

He tapped her thigh and blew hair on her face “Stop imagining it”

“Can I see it?”

“No…well, we will see” That was enough for her “Can I see you?” He asked raising an eyebrow “Of course! I can do it now if you want, wanna watch me?” She started pulling down her underwear “Not now, just focus on the sky and the water” He stopped her hands and arranged her between his legs, hugging her against his chest.

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She was out of the game one weekend because of her period. But at this point that was hardly something to lament. She still went to visit him, and still indulge with the pleasurable act of cuddle him and look at him. Caress his cute little head as he rested on her chest. Look into his magnificent wide eyes as he shared stories and sweet words with her. Kissing his button nose, caressing his soft cheeks, hear the prettiest laugh and his deep voice. At night she liked to play with his hair, rub his back and kiss the moles splattered over his body.

Those ways of intimacy, just whisper to each other at night, follow him around the kitchen just because she felt slightly cold and his back was always warm against her chest. Those moments made her see that all this was way deeper than any of them could imagine or recognize.

She knew his name and his smile will linger in her mind for a long time, even if everything ended at some point.

She used those previous days to prepare for Kyung Soo’s big night, as she liked to call it. He told her to order an extra bottle of lube because he was running out of it. Request that straight up turned her on. She had to do some shopping too. She had a harness that fit her perfectly and rubbed her in the right places, so she wasn’t planning on buying a new one. She did have to fish it from the bottom of her wardrobe since she hadn’t used it in years. But she did have to buy a new dildo. Hers was too big, and she didn’t feel like sharing it. So that night after work she went into her favorite sex shop website and bought what she needed. Next day delivery.

The moment she picked up her package she began feeling nervous. And that nervousness continued the following days. Kyung Soo noticed it over their video call and didn’t hesitate on making fun of her. But after he had his laugh, he made sure she was fine with all this “You want to talk about it?” He offered, sitting down at the table and resting the phone somewhere “Of course, I like talking about anything with you”

“What’s making you so nervous?” He asked calmly “Don’t laugh, but I started feeling a bit of pressure like you are losing your virginity and I have to make it unforgettable” He was quick to tell her how silly she was between giggles “Don’t laugh! I’m being serious, I’m preparing thoroughly” That caught his attention, his cute eyebrows showing his interest “What do you mean preparing? I’m the one that should prepare”

“Well sir, if you need to know, I just got in the mail the lube you asked for, and a new dildo”

“A new dildo?”

“Yeah, I could share mine, but it’s too big” He looked curious “How big?”

“As big as you, happy?” He chuckled again, shaking his head “I see, yeah, I think it could be too much for my first time…what else did you buy?” To his disappointment, there was nothing else to show. But the banter made her considerably less worried “I love that we can just talk about things like this”

“About you buying a dildo to fuck me this weekend?” He asked, looking serious but failing and breaking into a smile “Yeah, exactly that”

“Well, I love it too, I’m sorry it's making you anxious, but don’t overthink it and don’t worry, because I’m not, I can’t wait for this Friday” If Kyung Soo was there with her, she would be kissing him by now. They kept talking, with Kyung So throwing jokes at her nervous self until it was time to go to bed, and she excused herself saying she needed a shower “Take me with you then, leave the phone on the sink and keep the curtain open”

“Keep dreaming mister”

“I’m probably going to” She stuck her tongue at him and walked to the bathroom “Are you taking me with you?” He asked excitedly. She answered with an emphatic no “I know, I’m going to leave you then, have a good night of sleep and take care, I love you, beautiful”

“I love you too Kyung Soo, take care” She hung up after sending him a kiss and left her phone on top of the toilet.

She was exfoliating her elbows when it down on her. Kyung Soo said I love you and she said it back, as natural as when she cursed at her coworkers. Just coming from her heart.

She kept washing herself, not thinking too hard about it, only smiling the entire time.

She got ready for bed with the same smile, but this time wondering about things. Things related to Kyung Soo and their confession. She was sure she loved him. Whatever she was feeling could be easily described as love. He had become someone important to her. Probably one of the most important relationships in her life. And not only romantically speaking. She knew she loved him, maybe since a while ago. And now she knew he loved her, which was what was making her so happy. And she could only feel lucky by aiming her feelings and her dedication to him.

She was glad she said it back, like that, over the phone, after a fun, short talk. Easy going in comfortable, like everything between them.

Before falling asleep she stayed a long time staring at the ceiling. Covers up to her chin, feet moving under the covers, an incessant giggle rumbling in the back of her mouth. Pure bliss warming up her body as she thought about their first encounter and everything that followed. Spending almost a year with this beautiful man, which gave her butterflies in her chest and her pussy just by thinking about him. Who always gave it to her a little nasty and a little romantic.

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She took the highway with a furrow on her face.

That Friday, work was horrible. She was tired, hungry, and slightly frustrated. It was 7 PM, the sun was still up and spring was already showing itself in each tree she passed by. Kyung Soo called her when she was halfway to his place. She put him on speaker and immediately relaxed a bit with his hello. She was sure Kyung Soo sensed something because instead of saying something about how excited he was, how he was waiting for her, he told her to drive carefully and that dinner was waiting for her.

After parking outside his house and pet Baekhyun, she went inside his house and greet him in the kitchen. He dried his hands and walked to her with a soft smile on his lips. He opened his arms wide and she felt something pulling her. With two quick steps, she reached for him and hugged him tightly, getting slightly emotional at the feeling of his arms enveloping her. She released a long sight and nestled her head on his shoulder, hiding on his neck “Long week?” He caressed her head and chuckled when she purred with his touch “Long and weird”

“Do you want to eat what I prepared for you and get drunk with wine?” She hugged him tighter, kissing his neck “That sounds amazing, but what about our night?”

“You mean you pegging me?”

“I have everything ready, but I’m so tired, and my head it’s just not here now” Kyung Soo grabbed her by the shoulders and made her look at him “Hulder, say what you need to say”

“You better offer it” He shook his head slowly, smiling warmly “You have to say it, you always have to tell me how you feel and what you need” She wanted to roll her eyes, but instead she hugged him tighter “Kyung Soo, can we leave the fun for tomorrow?”

“Of course we can, now go wash your hands, dinner is ready” She let go of him with a bit of resistance and kissed him on the cheek. Before going inside the bathroom, she called his name “Kyung Soo, what am I?” He put down the plates, chuckling. “You are such a good girl” She covered her mouth, shrieking, and went to wash her hands.

Kyung Soo prepared a delicious Cajun chicken with roasted potatoes and listened to her rant about work, the city, and the rude neighbor. They finished a bottle of wine over dinner and they opened another one to drink outside since the night was warm. In the beginning, they laid down in different deck chairs, but soon after Kyung Soo climbed on hers. Resting between her legs and laying his head on her chest. He dozed off a couple of times, but she didn’t. She was too focused on caressing his back and kissing his head “I like how warm you feel” He commented between yawns “Kyung Soo, when summer comes and it gets annoyingly hot, can I shave your head?” He knew how much she liked that look on him, so she was sure the proposal wasn’t strange for him “Sure... Are you planning on staying with me until summer?” His voice sounded playful, even confident. But the finger drawing circles in her waist betrayed him “I'm planning on staying with you until you get tired of me” He kept quiet. And he didn’t need to say anything. She could feel his response “Let’s go inside, it’s getting cold” He got up, rubbing his eyes, and helped her get up from the deck chair. She held his hand and didn’t let go as they got inside the house “Let’s go to the forest tomorrow” He offered as he locked the door, without letting go of her hand “Sure, I haven’t been there in months, but what if we met the real Hulder?” She covered her mouth in fake worry “If we encounter her, we share her” He giggled, like always, and walked her inside the house, turning off the light on his way “Ok, but you can’t fuck her, if you don’t satisfy her she could kill you” She teased “Why wouldn’t I satisfy her?!”

“I don’t know Kyung Soo, I’m not her, I don’t know what she likes” She let go of his hand as she got inside his room “I’m still not sure about that, I still have my suspicions about you being a Hulder”

“Well my love, I haven’t kill you yet, so If I am a Hulder, I’m satisfied” He gave her one of his goofy laughs, and held her face, kissing her cheek.

They chatted for a short while before going to sleep. As she cuddled in Kyung Soo’s chest, he kissed her ear and hugged her tighter “I love you” He whispered, “I love you too” The answer came as easily as before.

That Saturday was a slow one. They went out of bed late, she went to feed the chicken as Kyung Soo prepared brunch. Around five, they packed some water and food into a backpack and they went for their planned walk to the forest. Hansel and Gretel without the drama. This time Baekhyun went with them, but on a leash, his tail wagging in happiness.

The trees were bright green or deep dark. The smell of the leaves, the sun hitting the floor and the humble wildflowers hit her nose almost violently. Her senses were always invaded whenever she visited him. In the best way possible.

Kyung Soo held her hand, probably fearing another accident in the forest. In between comments about how beautiful that flower was, or gasps caused by wildlife passing by them, they held a light conversation. As always, the topics were diverse and flowed easily. Picking up where they left when necessary. When a bit of silence fell upon them, she asked what she had been wondering since the morning but needed some build-up to finally ask “Today we are doing it right?” She didn’t need to explain “Of course, did you change your mind?” He asked with his usual calm “No! Of course not, it's just I can't even imagine how to start” He stopped walking and turned around, grabbing her other hand and holding her stare “This is how we start, we take a bath, then you leave me there so I can prepare myself and you can go prepare too” She gasped “That sounds perfect, let's go then” She pulled him in the opposite direction, but he stopped her. He let go of her hand and passed an arm around her shoulders, pulling her in for a kiss. After kissing her long and hard, he let go of her “Now we can go”. He grabbed her right hand tightly and pulled her with him, almost making her trip.

They still had some things to do around the house. But they both worked quickly.

The gate and doors of his house were locked and every single animal fed “I’m going to get the tub ready” She told him as he connected his phone to the charger “Call me when is ready then".

She filled the tub with hot water, spread some bath salts with citric scents, and only called him in when she was naked and submerged in the water. Kyung Soo came in shirtless and gasped stunned “It smells so good, and you look amazing in there”

“Come and join me” She purred, opening her legs to give him space as he pulled down his pants. He looked at her amused when she told him to sit between her legs and rest his back on her chest. He liked the idea. When she hugged him closer to her breast he sighed happily, sinking deeper in the water. She cupped some water on her hand and spilled it on his shoulders, nape, and neck. She poured some soap on her hand and started lapping his body. His muscles relaxed under her hand. His skin kept getting warmer, and he kept sighing in contentment “Are you feeling ok?” She asked him, whispering in his ear. He chuckled and laid back, pushing her to rest her back against the bathtub “Now is perfect” She began washing up his chest, rubbing his skin softly, slowly. She enjoyed that part way too much.

Kyung Soo spoke softly, chatting about small, unimportant things. His way to relax her, she was sure. But he didn’t have to. Not that she wasn’t nervous anymore. She was just growing more and more aroused. The hot water, his body against hers, touching him everywhere she wanted. His hands were exploring her thighs or grabbing hers to drop a kiss or guide them wherever he wanted them. It was impossible to be nervous or worried when distracted by him like that.

But she noticed how he started to grow a bit impatient. He was moving slightly restless, his grip on her thighs slightly tighter “I think we got you clean babe” She whispered in his ear. He straightened up in one sudden movement, almost comically, and patted her leg, hurrying her up. She went out, splashing his head with soapy water, and grabbed one of the towels “I’m going to leave you so you can prepare then”

“I will be there as soon as I can”

“No, don’t, I mean, take tour time” Kyung Soo gave her an exasperated look calling her name, elongating the last sound, provably seeing the worry in her face and voice “Don’t worry, go get dry” He splashed her some water and she finally walked out of the bathroom.

Trying to follow Kyung Soo’s advice to not to worry, she began preparing too. She brought the lube, harness, and dildo from her bag and toss them on the bed. Immediately, questions began flooding her head. Was it too soon to use a strap? Kyung Soo did tell her that he had used toys in the past. But what if the dildo was too big? What if he didn’t know how to prepare himself? Should she had brought poppers? Where poppers legal? What if she hurt him with her big dildo, not enough lube, and the lack of poppers? What if she traumatized him for not being able to fuck her boyfriend the right way?

She was pulled out of her panic when Kyung Soo grabbed her hips and pulled her to him. Capturing her by the waist and pressing his body to hers. He whispered her name on her ear and nuzzled her neck “What are you doing standing here?” She didn’t know what to answer. He moved his hands over her body “At least you are dry…is everything alright?” After a couple of seconds, she answered, or tried to “Is everything going to be alright?” She asked him trying to, as always, find some calm in him “Everything is going to be amazing, fucking amazing” He was able to pull a laugh out of her “Are those your implements?” He pointed at the bed where the three pieces rested “Yeah, lube, strap, and dildo, you like it?”

“It’s pretty, good size too, can’t wait to see you wearing it, why aren’t you wearing it?”

She turned around, hugging him by the shoulders pressing her chest against his. She always liked how his face changed whenever she did that “I was panicking a little bit, and forgot what I had to do” He kissed her nose and gave her a soft slap in her left thigh “Get on the bed and kneel over there” He ordered pointing at the edge of the bed. She took two steps back and climbed on the bed. She kneeled where he said and stretched her arms calling for him. He walked into her arms with a grin on his lips, holding her close, as he always did “Kiss me” He whispered, not that she needed the order, but she appreciated the low whisper. As soon as her lips grabbed onto his lower lip, something inside of her unleashed. Something between them began. Kyung Soo always deepened the kiss, sucking on her tongue and getting her first moan. She was so addicted to grabbing his hair as he sucked on her lips, stroking his shoulders as he rubbed her tongue with his. With one last lick to her lower lip, he moved along her jaw and down the slope of her neck. Their hasten breaths were synchronized, as their hands caressed each other’s skin. His lips were just a breath away from hers as he whispered beautiful things about her body, about his want. And she wanted, needed to give him everything he wanted. But his touch always overpowered hers. His hand moved with confidence and decision over her body. Knowing that he had complete freedom to do whatever he wanted. Confident that he knew just what she liked. She had that confidence too. But she was always so distracted by him.

He moved his hands down her waist, fondling her ass sweetly, making her giggle with the tickles. His hand kept moving down between her thighs until he reached her center moaning in triumph as he moved his fingers softly over her folds, spreading her wetness “You are already wet” He said, looking at her with wonder “I sure am…you get me like this so easily”

“Is it my touch or what is about to come?” He held her stare as he kept moving his fingers slow enough to drive her mad “It’s both, it’s everything, are you nervous?” She was acting a bit selfish worrying about her side of the story, of what she could do wrong, without checking on him first. Although he kept reassuring her how much he wanted this, she needed to check every step with him. His comfort, and his consent “A bit” He scrunched his nose, looking down “Relax” She whispered, caressing his ear “Touching you relaxes me” He rested his head on her hand “Then go ahead” A rumble of laughter in Kyung Soo’s throat made her sight, feeling completely taken by him “You are really looking forward to this” He joked “Really, really, really” She hid her face in his neck, already feeling a bit too much. Feeling like melting into his body. She grabbed his right hand, and he stopped moving immediately “Not yet?” He asked, voice soft and genuine. She only shook her head and with frenzy licked her way up to his neck, getting more moans and whispers in her ear. Although she wanted her pleasure, and she knew she was going to get it later, this was about Kyung Soo. And she wanted to make him lose his mind between her arms and legs.

She straightened her back, and whatever look she was giving him, he liked it. She could tell by the slight blushing and the cute smile on his lips. She reached for him with both hands, caressing his cheeks, feeling their warmth. She followed the path of his necks, shoulders, her fingers brushing his stiff nipples. With only her fingertips she caressed the soft lines of her stomach and kept moving down, inexorably towards his cock, but she passed it by and moved down his thighs, before going back upwards. This time she did what they both wanted and with one hand she began pumping his cock and held his waist with the other. She pushed down towards his pubic bone and then hard against the top of his dick. He was now fully erect, thrusting into her fingers.

Shame or even self-control were two concepts that weirdly applied to their relationship, so with that freedom falling upon them, she put her hands to work. One hand went to his balls, massaging and pulling, just hard enough, using the knowledge she has gathered over months of knowing him and touching him. Her other hand clasped around the base of his cock and squeezed. He choked out her name, and grabbed her face in his hands, bringing her lips to his, without kissing her. Just breathing and cursing on her mouth. She stayed like that, one hand around his balls, the other around his cock, swelling it. He got his pleasure, she got hers, and also an injection of confidence with every word of encouragement he roared in her lips. There was fire flowing through them, melting every cell of their bodies. She wanted him to go down on her, to ride his thigh, suck his dick. So many things. But above all that, she wanted to feel the strap around her hips. The power and unrestrained satisfaction that came from it.

Following a long, deep moan, he let go of her face and grabbed her wrists, stopping her hands from moving. He kept quiet, staring at her lips, frowning, a light sweat forming on his temples. Her body shivered with the tension he was forming. If he wanted her to beg she would do it happily “Kiss me, Kyung Soo, please” She felt his grip tightened, as he granted her wish, kissing her hard and fast. The kiss was short, as he began kissing across her chest, slowly, firmly. He traced along her collar bones, her nipples, lingering there, biting them, and pulling them. She was suddenly very aware of them as one of his hands let go of her and traced a line down her sternum, across her stomach, and in one swift move he cupped her pussy and inserted two fingers in. He did it in time to his lips pinching her nipples. She shouted in pleasure, throwing her head back, moving her hips as his fingers continued moving inside of her. His lips kissed their way to her ear and with a low whisper he asked her “Do you want me to make you come?” She shook her head, her mouth too busy moaning “You want to make me come?” She nodded, searching for his lips, but not succeeding. He was now away from her, his hand had moved from between her legs to her hips “Then put that on and do it” He pointed at the middle of the bed where the strap on was. She noticed how his fingers were still wet, so in an attempt to balance the power, she grabbed his hand at took it to her mouth, sucking him clean “Sit down and watch me get ready” He smiled as she gave his fingers a last suck. Kyung Soo sat at the edge of the bed and handed her the strap. She grabbed it and told him to pay attention “So next time you can put it on me, it’s not hard, but I’m particular about the tightness”

“I’m going to burn it in my memory”

“Very good” She slid the piece up her legs and arranged the straps over her hips and under her thighs. With clumsy fingers, due to the whole situation and a bit of rustiness from her side, she arranged the sliders, tightening them around her body. The dildo moved rather comically as she accommodated the strap, but it was part of the experience so she just giggled. Once she was done, Kyung Soo reached for her, so she took a step closer and let his hands wander over her strap “It doesn’t hurt, or scratch your skin?”

“No, this is good quality, no chafe, water-resistant, I can even wash it in the washing machine” He chuckled and with one finger followed the line of the purple dildo “Nice color” He commented, weighing it on the palm of his hand “You like it? Like how I look on it?” He stood up and pulled her to him by the straps of the harness “I like it, and you look beautiful, tell me what to do now” She took a deep breath, her heart racing “Get on the bed, to start, get on your hands and knees, I’m going to prepare you and then we can start, is that alright?” He took a deep breath, clearly feeling the same things she did, and nodded once “It’s alright, I’m a bit embarrassed, I’m not sure that’s the right word, maybe a bit self-conscious”

“I think that’s the right word, but don’t worry, you are going to start enjoying it soon” He nodded again and gave her a peck on the lips, turning around and climbing on the bed.

She had to slap herself to wake up from the daze of watching him just give himself to her, and to pump herself up. This was going to be unforgettable for both. And it was all in her hands. And she was going to do it perfectly. She was going to fuck the hell out of him.

She already knew how much experience he had. How much he could take, after speaking long and open about it over a couple of phone calls. She knew she didn’t need to explain too much to him either. But she knew she had to check on him in every step, after all, this wasn’t the same as using his fingers or a butt plug. Kyung Soo handed her the bottle of lube and arranged himself on the bed, as he told him, on his hands and knees.

She felt so lucky, so incredibly in love with him. Especially when he looked over his shoulder and asked her what she was waiting for “I’m sorry, I was just taking you in”

“Yeah? Looks good?”

“So incredibly good”

“I’m glad, so…I just have to stay here” She kneeled next to him and held his cheek, making him look at her “Stay here, relax, tell me if you feel any discomfort and if you like it…I want to hear that too” He nodded and patted her thigh, hurrying her. She went back to her previous position and squirted a good amount of lube in her fingers, spread it around her dildo, and then reached for his hole. At the first touch, he jolted, so she stopped immediately. He told her to go ahead, so she did. She moved the tip of her fingers in circles, covering the exterior with lube. Massaging to help him relax and stimulate him. With one long breath, he bent his elbows, resting his head on the bed, bringing his hips up. She smiled to herself and followed the need of her other hand. She grabbed his thigh, moving her hand up slowly until she reached his behind giving it a hard squeeze “Kyung Soo, babe, can I spank you later?” He released a breathy laugh “Sure you can, it’s only fair, I always spank you”

“Thank you” She whispered, vibrating with excitement. She kept moving her hand up, caressing the dimples on his back, staying there a bit longer as she kept massaging his entrance. Feeling it warmer, and definitely more relaxed. She looked at his body, feeling some appetite growing in her. A need to lick up his spine and taste the gold that came from the sun. She kissed his lower back and kept moving up. Kissing and licking each bump of his spine. Kyung Soo had his face hidden on his arms, she could hear low moans escaping his lips as he moved his hips, seeking more of her touch. Arching his back, begging her to enter. She positioned herself behind him and held to his hips, grinding the strap onto him slowly. He released a breathy laugh “What?” She asked surprised “I’m so turn on is stupid” He followed by a chuckle. She laughed with him, grinding again against him, turning his cute laugh into a moan “I need to prepare you some more though” She offered with a bit of worry “I’m fine, I already took care of it” She didn’t want to make him wait anymore, so she reapplied lubricant on him “Take a deep breath, relax and release as it goes in”

“Ok”

“And tell me if it hurts”

“I will” She kissed his right cheek and eased into him slowly. She saw in awe how he opened up for her. Slowly, with a slight resistance, but with a soft yet constant pressure, she was able to get half of the strap inside him. She listened closely to his sounds. Grunts mixed with soft moans, his shoulders looked tense, but the curve of his back told her that he wasn’t that bad. She had to ask anyway “Are you feeling alright?” She stopped moving before getting his answer “It feels weird, but no pain whatsoever”

“Want me to go on?”

“Yes please, I want it all in” She jolted as she felt his sentence hit her right on her clit. Excitement rumbled in her chest imagining how good it was going to get. Because it was never enough, she purred some more lube on her and kept pushing in, holding his hips with one hand and the base of the dildo with the other. Soon enough, she was all in.

Kyung Soo asked her to stay there, without moving so he could get used to the fullness. She caressed his thighs and back, looking at where they were connected with a big smile. She liked looking at his buff frame in the bed, under her. Because even if they were the same height, she always felt smaller in his arms. A sense of him covering her, embracing her. It wasn’t bad at all, but she always enjoyed being on the other side. Now she didn’t feel bigger, she wasn’t seeking that. But she felt him as something precious between her arms. Someone she needed to take care of, be very careful not to hurt him. Never to hurt him.

Kyung Soo’s shoulders were now fully relaxed and breathing more steadily. He reached behind with one hand and grabbed her hand that was resting in his left hip “I’m good now, move” She didn’t answer, only held onto his hand and began moving. Her hips backed up enough to leave only the tip of the strap in, and then with a slow motion, she went back in. He offered less resistance this time, but she was equally amazed and aroused by his body taking her in. He shivered, breathing faster. His hand let go of hers and went to his dick, pumping himself slowly. She moaned, lowering her chest, and hugging him from behind. Kyung Soo answered with a moan, lifting his head from the mattress and resting on his hands. She kissed his shoulders and neck, and he moaned, turning his face, searching for her lips. The cuteness and sexiness of it all made her buck her lips a bit harder, to which Kyung Soo answered with a louder moan. She was going to apologize for the sudden move, but he interrupted her “Like that, keep moving like that babe” She held his hips and straightened her back, arranging her angle. Now that she had his permission, she began experimenting with different speeds. Going in slowly, bucking her hips harder, in one swift move or faster, going in and out quickly. He was gasping with pleasure, getting out soft moans. Heat was unfurling in her core and she felt a quickening in her veins. She wasn’t going to come, neither Kyung Soo, but the sensation was close to that. The faster she moved her hips, the more she felt the strap rubbing her. There wasn’t a direct stimulation, but rather a constant pressure that kept her aroused. That and seeing her boyfriend enjoying this. Kyung Soo’s back was glistening, his muscles showing more due to the current workout.

She lowered her hips, trying a different angle, and started making small circles with them “Fuck, that feels amazing” He grunted, his mouth open and panting. She repeated the movement and grew a bit more confident, finally owning her role. She began pulling his ass into her as she pushed into him. Then slid out of him, and squeezed his ass, dropping the first slap. He jolted, releasing a gasp mixed with a moan “Do it again” She repeated her moves, getting another moan.

After a couple of times, Kyung Soo patted her thigh, calling for a time out “It's everything ok?”

“It is, it really is, I’m just a bit…overwhelmed” She used that time to reapply lube in their dildo, as Kyung Soo controlled his breathing. She massaged his thighs and butt cheeks, and despite how beautiful was her current view. She missed his face. She missed looking at him as they had sex, seeing his pleasure take over. His dark eyes and red, wet lips “Kyung Soo would you turn around so I can watch you” She asked softly, sweetly, knowing that it will take some convincing from her side. And his answer was what she expected “Is it really necessary?” Followed by a groan “Please, do it for me, I really want to see you, and also is going to feel great I promise”

“I know it will” He grunted again and slowly turned around, hissing as he sat on the bed “What? What is it? Does it hurt? Did I peg you wrong?” He started chuckling, covering his face with both hands “No you didn’t peg me wrong, I’m alright” He arranged his head on the pillows, dried his forehead with the back of his hand, and looked at her with hooded eyes “What?” She asked, fixing her hair, slightly self-conscious under his stare “You look gorgeous” He muttered, uncovering his face “I do?” Kyung Soo’s legs were slightly open, so she got in between them, hovering over him, one hand on each side of his head “You too, so beautiful” He gave her a beaming smile, turning his head to the side to drop a kiss on her wrist. The shine of his neck, covered in sweat, caught her attention. She lowered her body and dropped a kiss on his jaw. When Kyung Soo tried to turn around and kissed her, she grabbed his chin and held his head still, giving her better access to his neck “I’m all sweaty” He complained, but she ignored him, leaving a couple of love bites on her way. After showering his face with kisses, she pushed herself up, arranging herself between his legs. She took in his current estate. Messy hair, red lips, and shiny eyes, his neck now marked by her, sweaty chest, still breathing heavily. She could tell he was enjoying all this. Hopefully thanks to her. But what made her the proudest was the red, hot erection he was displaying “Look at you, so pretty” She simply observed, but still made Kyung Soo chuckle with a bit of embarrassment. She was hovering over him again, trying to go for another kiss, when her hair popped out the bobby pin she had put on. Locks of hair cascaded over her face, tickling his face, getting in the way. She lifted one hand from the mattress trying to fix it, but Kyung Soo bit her on it. He passed his fingers through her hair and then carefully placed it behind her ear. With soft fingers he caressed down the shell of her ear, rubbing her earlobe. She moaned with his touch, closing her eyes in pure pleasure “You liked that?” He asked amused “I like how soft you are”

“Soft?”

“Yes, soft, because even when you are rough with me, it’s rooted in your tenderness, the calm you share with me”

“So it’s a good thing” He wondered, fixing her hair on the other side “It’s a perfect thing” He grabbed her by the neck and pulled her down for a kiss. His tongue tracing over her lips, a possessive hand on her neck “You are not done with me right?” He whispered against her lips, low and fast. She answered with a smile, moving away from him, this time for good.

She arranged a pillow under his hips, caressing his thighs on her way. She repeated the process of lubing him up and her strap. There was always a hint of a smile whenever she looked at him, already relaxed and less worried about being exposed to her like this “Ready?” She asked him, kissing his right knee. He only nodded, taking a deep breath as she rubbed the tip of her dildo over his ass. She pushed inside slowly, noticing how easier it was to get in. Kyung Soo released a long moan, lifting his head from the bed, looking down at them.

This position was definitely better. Watching his expressions, seeing his chest move in compass with his heavy breathing. She moved her hips slowly, watching her strap going in and out of him, feeling extremely aroused by the scene. Doing this now, knowing that he was watching her, made her feel bolder. More sensual and definitely more resolved to give him the best night. Kyung Soo's hands wandered down his sides, locking his fingers with hers. He pulled her hands to his hips and held them to his hipbones “Go harder” He mumbled, moving his hands over his dick, grunting as she obeyed, pounding him harder. There was a short moment, just a couple of seconds where she felt like looking away. As if this was too intimate for her to watch. Too beautiful and bright. As if looking at the sun. But after those two seconds were gone, she reminded herself that this was for them to enjoy, for her to watch. Just for her. And she was going to make sure that she was the only one having him like this. The only one that he could come to when needing this kind of pleasure.

A pleasure that she knew she was going to need again someday. Because the power she felt, the constant rush of pleasure between her legs, the drops of sweat falling down her back, and their sounds were unique and addictive. It was driving her crazy, and she could tell Kyung Soo was on the edge too. She knew him good enough now, she knew every single one of his gestures. Kyung Soo bit down his lower lip, grabbing her hands and tightening his legs around her. She grinned in triumph before he said anything “I'm going to cum” He grunted, bucking his hips restlessly. Her dirty mind worked quickly. She stopped moving her hips and made him look at her “Where do you want to come?” He kept silent, his ears reddening adorably “Please say it” She pleaded, rubbing the back of his hands soothingly. He groaned, and then pulled himself up, letting go of her hands to grab her face. He pressed his forehead to hers, their mouth so close that when he finally answered her question, his lips were brushing hers “I want to come inside you”

“Fuck” She grunted against his lips, pulling out of him and getting on her back. Because she wanted the same. She began pulling the strap loose to take it off, but Kyung Soo stopped her “No, leave it there” She felt her eyes water. Too good to be true.

Kyung Soo helped her arrange herself on the bed and then tried to reach for a condom. But without second thoughts, she grabbed his wrist “Don’t… I want it all inside me” He whispered her name in shock and asked her twice if she was sure “I am, do you want it too?”

“Yes, fuck, I want it too” She pulled him closer with her legs, and bucked her hips against him, desperate. He licked his lips in the most menacing yet sensual way. With a half-smile, Kyung Soo grabbed her by the strap pulling her closer. He caressed her pussy, up and down, slowly, covering his fingers with her cum “You are so wet, so hot, I can see you enjoyed fucking me”

“Kyung Soo, you can’t even imagine how amazing it was” He chuckled, grabbing his cock, teasing her entrance “If it felt half as amazing as it is to fuck you, then it was worth it”

“Did you enjoy it?” He chuckled again and began pushing inside her “Why don’t you feel how much I enjoyed it” He tried to do it slowly, but she felt how he began losing control, shoving his dick inside her in one rough push. She moaned loudly, arching her back, grabbing her breasts to enhance every sensation. Kyung Soo cursed again, bucking his hips slowly, his eyes tightly closed as he buried himself deep inside her. She sighed, feeling some sort of relief, surprised by how nice it felt to be stretched by him, skin to skin. She opened her eyes, looking over at him. He had his eyes closed, his long lashes fluttering, his nostrils flaring as he grunted long and low. He called her name a couple of times, a sharp inhale brimming with longing. He began moving his hips slowly, their moans harmonizing. She watched him struggle to keep his eyes open when she couldn’t close hers. Not wanting to miss any of his reactions, keeping all this in her memory. But her memory wasn’t enough. She wanted the feeling of his skin burned in hers, and the taste of his mouth in her tongue. She reached for him, stretching her arms, but only brushing his shoulders with the tip of her fingers. She called his name, a whisper that was barely audible between his grunts and her moans. She tried calling him louder, and he finally opened his eyes, an urgent look in his eyes. She moved her fingers, stretching her arms farther away trying to reach for him. Something close to a growl sounded in Kyung Soo’s chest, and he did what she was begging for. He dropped on top of her, taking her breath away. Their mouths, all thrashing lips and probing tongues, ravenous animals. His fingers rivaled to reach her ribcage and grab and squeeze her waist. He let go of her after giving a long deep suck to her lower lip and kissed his way down to her chest. Kyung Soo groaned, squeezing her breasts together, and sucking a nipple between his lips “Don’t stop, please don’t stop” Her fingers weaved through his thick, dark hair, holding him prisoner against her chest. His rhythm remained slow. He panted and groaned on every stroke. Her release was pooling, so close, but not there yet. The edging was maddening and addictive. With one of his thrust, she felt him deep inside, and he stopped moving. He stopped kissing her and just rested his forehead on her chest, breathing heavily. She rubbed his neck and caressed his shoulder blades, moving her hips to the side, just a small movement to gain some friction “You are so deep inside me baby” She purred, with a clear agenda. Kyung Soo bucked his hips, moaning and getting what she wanted. He lifted his head, locking eyes with her, his cheeks red and his eyes shining “You are so fucking hot, I’m going insane” He ended with a short laugh, giving a hard thrust. He pushed himself up, making her miss his chest against hers, but sure that it was about the get better. He lifted one of her legs up to his shoulder, opening her up even further for him. He pulled himself out of her, looking between her legs with wonder as he rubbed himself. She was shaking, breathing fast, her hands sliding down her body, wanting to touch herself, but the strap was still on her way. She tried to lose it, move it to the side, something. But Kyung Soo grabbed the dildo, and pulled her hips to him, ramming his cock deep into her. She moaned loudly, and lifted her back, propping herself up on her elbows. Kyung Soo’s pace took off at speed, each thrust more powerful than the last. He let go of her strap and grabbed her head, pulling her closer as he laid down on her, stretching her leg and moving deliciously inside her “I’m going to come” He whispered, looking her in the eye “Yes! Don’t stop and come with me, give it to me Kyung Soo, fill me up baby” Kyung Soo cursed loudly, giving short and quick thrusts, moaning against her mouth. One last curse came before he pushed hard, spilling inside her. In an attempt to shut his moans down, he sucked on her neck, making her see white, finally reaching her orgasm. She held to his shoulders as she could, moving her hips with

no control, moaning on his ear, feeling him all over her walls. His open mouth was panting against her neck, whispering her name as she was still moaning, moving her hips seeking for more, just a bit more. With a loud grunt, Kyung Soo pulled out until only the tip of his cock stayed inside her and then plunged back inside. She moaned again, as he gave her a breathy laugh. She laughed with him, her gaze fixed on his face, his pupils blown wide enough that his eyes looked black. His body undulated, rocking in and out for the last time. She could already feel him going soft inside her. The muscles of his shoulders and chest began to relax beneath his skin until he finally stopped moving, drying his forehead with the back of his hand. She felt the aftershocks of her orgasm ease down her body, making her stretch her limbs. There was a short silence after both of their moans ceased down and their breathing reached a normal rhythm “Are we going to need another bath?” He asked to break the melted ice. But she ignored him at first, focused on the way he was losing the sliders of her strap. She let him finish what he was doing, a small smile on his gorgeous lips as he pulled the piece down her legs and then tossed it somewhere in the room “A bath sounds good, but later, come here first” She laid on the bed next to him, her head on the fluffy pillows and grabbed his arm, pulling him to her. He laid next to her, passing an arm under her waist and a leg over her hips. She cuddled him closer, hugging him and pulling his face to hers, catching his lower lip with her needy mouth. As always, he responded with the same neediness. Kissing slow, nasty slow. His hand moved over her back with more gentleness, his breath and moans a soft whisper. She rubbed his left thigh, trying to ease some of the soreness he must have felt, and then over his lovely ass. Carefully, in case he was feeling any discomfort “I’m ok” He commented between kisses, reading her mind “You sure? It doesn’t hurt?”

“No, there is a ….sensation, but I wouldn’t call it pain” She sighed with relief. Kyung Soo opened his eyes, now less dark, but clearly a bit tired. He looked at her, making her feel flustered under his stare “What?” She felt her cheeks growing red and she loved that feeling "Stay, stay with me the rest of the week." He sounded so serious, she could almost feel the possessiveness in his hands that held her ribs. This was the first time he had ever said anything like this to her before. Not even as a joke. It was usually her that decided on the time they spent together, how long she would stay at his place. It was almost an order, he was taking control of their time. "I think your orgasm is talking." She tried to ease the intensity in his eyes, in his words. "No it's not, stay for the week, stay for the rest of your life with me." She giggled seeing his grin get larger, his tone softening to a light tease. She grabbed his face, squeezing his cute round cheeks before kissing him tenderly. "Let's talk about it over breakfast ok?" She asked, trying to appease his sudden need for her to stay. She wasn't trying to give herself time to think about it, she knew what she wanted. She only needed the time to make a few calls, move things around to free up her week. But there was a conversation they needed to have, needed him to hear. Because being with him for a week, at their beloved farm, will only make her wish for more. For more than a week here with him. And if she were honest, if that couldn't happen she'd just kidnap him and disappear in the forest. Away from work, away from weekdays, away from only weekends.

After all, maybe she was the Hulder he claimed her to be.

The End

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[primsgirl89]

Please make Danny Phantom/Fenton x Marinette Dupain-Cheng a thing! (Someone [anonymous] came up with the ship name Phantomnette)

@ozmav

Her class wasn't the only one on a trip to Gotham, Amity Park High School was also on a tour of the Wayne Enterprise. Marinette was in the front of the large group of people being shown the building, beside her were Chloe and Adrian. A few feet from them were another group of three, one with two males and a girl. The one that caught her eye was a black haired blue eyed male. Nothing about the boy was eye catching, at least not if anyone hadn't seen the small blue wisp that came past his lips.

Furrowing her brows, Marinette subtly had Tikki stay in her purse. No peeking allowed around this boy. It was around the time lunch had came that Marinette sat by herself at an almost empty table, there she saw her penpal eating a salad.

Damian Wayne; he had black hair and bright dark green eyes. He seemed to have a permanent frown on his face no matter what, but Marinette was able to read his eyes to know what Damian was thinking. Sitting with him, Marinette just smiled at him and began to pick off the tomatoes, onions, and peppers from her meatless taco. Seriously, how could anyone like any of the demon foods.

"I take offense to that," Damian said lightly.

"That's right," Marinette spoke her finger on her bottom lip, "your family calls you demon spawn."

Someone took the seat next to her, "I still don't see how he is considered a demon spawn. At least, not when he isn't sparring with you."

Jumping with her hands flying to her side, Marinette glared at the new comer. "Who are you?"

Damian cleared his throat, "this is my cousin Danny Fenton from APHS."

A blush coated her cheeks, "that's him?! The guy you were trying to hook me up with?!"

"No," a sigh of relief from Marinette, "he's the guy I'm hoping you marry to."

Startled, Marinette fell off the bench of the table. Danny just continues to eat his cheese burger, but he took off the onions. Well, at least they all have that in common.

Getting back up, Marinette watched as Damian's siblings made their way to their table with loud chatter. Leaning over to Danny she spoke lowly, "are they always this loud?"

Danny looked up to see the other Wayne boys at their table. He shook his head and glanced at the beautiful girl beside him- was she this tiny a second ago?

"Nah, they're louder."

Groaning, Marinette decided to do a call with Jagged Stone so she could get an idea of what he would like for the Wayne Barbeque. Half way in her call, she noticed the quiet table, "uncle Jagged?"

"Mari! You rockin' girl, you, how did you get to be close to the Wayne boys?!"

Confusion crossed her features, so she turned on her video so Jagged could see her face- Danny next to her looking over her designs. "Maybe instead of using the light purple for the embroidery, you could do a cyan blue to make it more eye catching."

Marinette looked at the flames that she had licking up the sleeves of Jagged jacket, and thought over what Danny suggested. "Wouldn't that take away from the crocodile eye?"

Danny shook his head, "not if you use it to outline the eye."

Nodding her head, Marinette made a small design similar to the original and showed it to Jagged as well as the group of boys at her table. "Which do you like better?"

"Mari, you never answered my question earlier. Although I like the second one a bit more, but both are rock 'n' roll!"

"I don't know the Wayne boys?"

"Marinette," Danny called her attention, "we are sitting with the Wayne boys."

Looking at the flabbergasted men at her table, Marinette shrugged and got back to work. Allowing Danny to look over her work as Damian spoke with Jagged about Fang's care.

That was her first time meeting Danny, Damian, and Damian's brothers. The second time happened during the last days for the tours before the two classes would be split up to different classes at Gotham Academy. Unsurprisingly, it was raining the day of the museum so Danny was surprised when he saw her be the only one dripping wet.

Marinette had watched as he walked up towards her and gave her one of his spare hoodies. "Thank you for the jumper."

"Um," Danny spoke uncertainly, "it's a hoodie."

"Technically the same thing, just different names."

Marinette gave a teasing wink, but then she saw someone stab a needle in Danny's neck. She was about to warn him, but she felt a pain in her own neck. Her vision clouded before seeing the one she feared most; Chat Blanc. Sure, she also was frightened of Chat Noir, but she was terrified of Blanc. She fought as hard as she could, Chat Noir fighting right beside her for once.

For Danny though, he saw his future self. He had to fight him with the only one he knew would be there for him. Dani fought with him, doing odd moves that she must have learned in the time she was traveling around the world. It felt good to be fighting alongside someone again.

To the real world, people saw two kids with black hair and blue eyes fighting side by side with each other. The two were taking down Two-Face with such ease and precision that most wondered how the two knew how to fight. It wasn't uncommon for people to know how to defend themselves in Gotham, but outside they didn't quite understand. So when Damian, as Robin, came in to help his family he was just as stunned as everyone else with his two close friends.

He was quick to knock the two out when it came clear that no one was able to get near them without getting harmed themself. Though, he noticed that Danny seemed to have glowing green fists as Marinette seemed to know where a person's next step would be. Where they Metas? How would his father react to this?

Once the antidote serum was injected into his friends, Damian left and changed back into his civilian attire before rushing to where his friends were being watched over.

Marinette glanced around and saw Danny was holding his head with an irritable groan. He must have the same headache she has from whatever had been injected in them. "Could you get me a water bottle please?"

A medic was quick to hand her a lukewarm water, she crouched in front of Danny asking him to take a sip when she places firm but gentle fingers on his temple. Her thumbs pressed lightly under the base of his skull.

"How did you do that?"

"When you get as many akumatized people as friends, you learn how to handle a lingering headache."

Nodding his head, Danny placed his head on her shoulder as he used her hair to block out most of the sun from hitting his eyes. Marinette sighed as she drank water herself before nibbling on a macaron.

What had happened that afternoon solidified a close friendship between the two black haired teens. Most weren't surprised when they were with the other, honestly people were surprised when they weren't together.

Marinette had to go back to Paris a couple times a day, the black cat miraculous on a necklace around her neck since the previous chat had quit on her, but she couldn't fight without her other half. So on a hasty choice, Marinette asked Danny to help her with something.

She revealed her secret, ask Danny to be her Cat because it was hard to fight battles on her own. Danny agreed, but he also decided to take a chance and reveal his secret identity.

"I'll be Phantom Cat," Danny declared. "I should warn you, I banter a lot and do some puns."

Marinette face palmed, "is every holder for the cat a punny person?"

Danny gave her a pointed look, but they went through the portal towards Paris to beat the Akuma and Senti-monster. Despite it being one of the harder battles, they were able to win the thing in a half hour.

"So," Danny said on their last day of the trip, "I'll be joining this school next week permanently."

Marinette grinned, "me too. Mister Wayne asked me to live with him until I graduate."

"I'm glad we met," Danny said lightly. "Who knows, maybe Damian will get his wish of us marrying."

Marinette giggled, "I already put a ring on you."

#marinette #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #batman #mlb x batman #mlb x batman x danny Phantom #Danny Phantom #danny x marinette #dannette #phantomnette #danny fenton #gotham #crossover au #maribat #make this a thing!

[spunkpunx]

Are Friends Electric? (Alex Turner)

Multi Part Series

Part 1: Dreamy Days

Sheffield 2002

"Is that a fookin' United shirt?"

"Yeah, so what? It's not mine, you know I support Owls."

"Am honestly disappointed in you, consortin' with the enemy an' that," Alex shook his head, refusing to look at the offending football shirt that I'd been forced into wearing.

"It was in lost property, an' you know what the PE teachers are like, they threatened to suspend me, Mam would kill me if they did," I replied, rubbing her legs in an attempt to warm them.

"Only 'cause you've been suspended before."

"Yeah well I don't want to do it again, she'd have me bloody guts for garters," I told him. He rolled his eyes. We were sat on an old bench around the back of the school, dressed in PE kits and smoking B&H cigarettes I had stolen off my mother. My football shorts were no match for the harsh January weather, but I was wearing a parka, hence why Alex had only just noticed the Sheffield United t-shirt. We couldn't leave school grounds yet, because in order to get out from behind we'd would have to go past the French classroom, and as the bell hadn't yet gone, there would still be Miss Kelly and a class of year 7s ready to catch us out.

"I'm fookin' freezing," Alex whined, putting out his fag on the wall and dropping it onto the floor. "At least you've got that bloody big coat."

I sighed and flicked my cigarette butt onto the floor, stomping it out with the toe of my trainer. "If we go over the wall you know you have to give me a leg up," I explained bluntly. He nodded along almost eagerly, likely desperate to get out the cold and home as soon as possible.

"I don't mind Jack, I just wanna leave."

"Right then," I replied, standing up, picking up my bag and putting a foot into a crack in the stone, grabbing the top edge where my fingers could just about catch grip on the rough stone. Alex came up behind me and put his hands on my shin, and using his hands to push against, I pulled herself up. Unfortunately, my foot slipped, and I began to fall back down, but my fall was stopped by the feeling of hands holding me up. Alex's hands, on my bum.

I felt my ears burning red, but not willing to have to try again, I pulled herself up using my arms and jumped down the other side. As soon as my feet touched the ground I climbed on top of the large wheelie bin that sat against the wall and grabbed Alex's arm as he clambered over as well. He was a lot taller than me now, he'd grown in a way only 15 year old boys do, all long limbs and clumsiness. I'd barely even noticed him shoot up. I helped him over and we jumped into the street below.

"Um... I'm sorry that I touched your..." Alex stuttered slightly, his cheeks going uncharacteristically red. I cut him off.

"Al, it's fine."

"I mean I-"

"It's fine," I repeated, more firmly. He shrugged and pushed his hands into his pockets, beginning to walk down the alley toward the road. I followed him, jogging slightly to catch up with his long strides.

"Am gonna join a band you know," he told me as we turned the corner onto the street. I looked at him in surprise.

"A band? Who wiv?" I questioned, confused.

"Matt."

"Matt Helders or Matt Sheppard?"

"Matt Helders of course! Av'e never even spoke to Matt Sheppard why on earth would I be talking about 'im?"

"Well I dunno do I? I didn't even know Matt Helders played an instrument, he's not singing is he?" I queried, scuffing my shoes along the floor.

Alex shook his head slightly. "He plays drums, I'm the singer."

"But you play guitar?" I could sense my brain was really struggling to keep up.

"I can do both, like Bowie."

"Don't compare yourself t'Bowie unless you go to your gigs dressed in a catsuit an' heels an' bat away crowds of lads and lasses who want to sleep with ya."

"I'm not against the crowds of lasses, but I don't think I could commit to the rest," he laughed cheekily. I gave him a playful punch in the shoulder.

"You're full of shit, you are," I grinned, as he rubbed his arm over-dramatically. Cars whizzed past as we reached the main road. Cars that caused slight rushes of air as the pair of us continued to walk, that's how close they drove past the pavement.  "Mine or yours?" I asked him.

"Yours, yer mam won't be back from work yet."

"Fairs."

A silence lulled in the conversation as we continued to walk down the street, Alex was scuffing his trainers along the floor. It was annoying as fuck but I didn't say owt.

"Did you hear what Rory Pike did today at lunch?"

"No?"

"He got his cock out on the school field," Alex divulged me, a laugh spread across his face. I couldn't help but join in the joke.

"Rory Pike is a world class minger," I told him, and soon we were both in stitches, adding extra gross details to the story to the amusement of each other.

"Did Cook finally ask tha' girl out then?" I changed the subject, catching my breath back from my laughing fit.

"'Course not, he jibbed again, then Simmo asked her instead," Alex explained.

"Simmo? Did she say yes?"

"Why would she? She clearly fancies Jamie."

"He needs to get his act together and ask her."

Alex nodded, momentarily in thought. He then very suddenly turned around and gave me a playful shove.

"First one to yours!" he exclaimed, quickly speeding off around the corner.

"Bastard," I muttered, beginning to run after him. I sprinted to catch up, but the awkward coat prevented me from getting anywhere near the speed his long limbs could get him. He legged it off and I was forced to slow my pace back down to a walk. The boy was clearly going to win and I had the house key so he'd have to wait outside for me anyway. I decided to take me time knowing I'd probably bump into Alex around the corner when he came back to see where I was. He'd probably be a bit moody about it, telling me off for being a fun sponge, and I'd apologise insincerely and then he'd give me an awkward side hug and tell me he couldn't stay angry at me, there's no way I'd let him. Then we would probably walk back to mine and be done with the matter.

This wasn't the case. I got round the corner, then the one after that, and didn't see any sign of Alex. There was no way he would still be running, he was too lazy and he would look like an idiot, racing against no one. He was a dafty but not that much of one. I began to get confused after I rounded the third corner and there was still not a sign of him.

"Oi Jackie!" Alex exclaimed, grabbing my shoulders from behind. I yelped in surprise and he burst out laughing.

"Fook you Alex Turner," I scolded him. "How did ya even get behind me?" He said nothing, and just tapped his nose conspiratorially.

Sheffield 2003

He knew everything there was to know about Jackie. He knew her favourite colour (red),her middle name (Arabella), her handwriting and everything else in between. Alex had known this for ages, but it had never weighed on his mind as much as it had recently.

It was the way he'd seen her the other night. There was a small gaff at someone or another's and Alex had gone with the boys. Jackie had showed up a bit later, dressed very differently to how he normally saw her. She had a leopard print mini skirt on and a tight, cropped t-shirt, along with her trainers and Adidas jacket. Of course he noticed her, lighting one of her L&B blues and trying to smoke it subtly; she was the only one smoking.

He had gone over and said hello, and she'd grinned when she saw him, glad of some company, he expected. Some 90s rave hit was playing, and cheesy lights flashed across the room. Trying too hard, he thought. She picked a beer off the counter she was leaning on and gave it to him. A Corona, lukewarm but still alcohol.

"D'ya wanna come for a spliff?" she asked him, patting her pocket, and he said yes. Her top was very tight, although he tried not to look, but he saw her bra, visible through the fabric. They went outside onto some kind of shitty balcony. She got what looked to be a large gram of weed and some Rizlas out, making an L and then ripping open a cigarette to get the tobacco out, she carefully sprinkled in some of the spliff and rolled. Alex didn't say anything, he just watched as she deftly rolled the joint. She lit the end and took her time, sitting down on a breeze block. He found himself a seat on the step.

"So how's t'band going, Arctic Monkeys i'nt it?"

"There's a gig coming up, at The Grapes," Alex told her, proudly. In fact, he puffed up slightly with pride. Jackie had never really got involved with the band, she said it weren't her business, but Alex still felt remarkably pleased whenever she showed an interest, especially if they were doing well.

"D'ya want me to come?"

"'Course! I thought you already were."

"Yeah I just... weren't sure, that's all," Jackie responded, unusually quiet. She was acting off with him.

"Is summit up?" Alex asked. She shrugged, taking another drag on her spliff and then handing it to him. "Jack?" he prompted further.

"It's nothing Al, jus' summit stupid," she replied. Her fingers fiddled with the edge of her sleeve. He decided to leave it, pushing her wouldn't make her tell him, it would just annoy her. He took a toke of the joint and they sat in silence for a moment.

"Wanna find some White Lightning and get hammered?" she asked and Alex grinned.

"Are you sure? That stuffs pretty lethal."

"Well fook it all we're not going home tonight," she replied, laughing slightly. Alex nodded, smiling, then passed her the spliff back. It was a still and cold night. Jackie let the smoke seep out her mouth and inhaled it through her nose.

They finished the spliff and went back inside. Alex found the rest of his mates and together they all got steaming. Simmo was acting strangely all night. Then Jackie started acting strange too. She was all quiet and snappy.

"Why were you being such a mardy bum yesterday," he asked her the next day. They were lounging about on the sofa at his, nursing two horrible headaches. She rolled her eyes at him.

"Not now Alex, I'm too hungover for this," she answered, misery clear in her voice.

"Just tell me and I'll stop naggin'" he told her, shuffling a bit closer so she couldn't turn over and ignore him.

"Your mate Simmo," she replied simply.

"What'dya mean? Look, I know the joke was a bit insensitive but tha's just what 'e's like," Alex began to explain, for some reason unknown to him, in Simmo's defence.

"It's not tha' you bloody great nit, he kissed me."

Alex couldn't explain why that came like a twist in the gut, but it did nonetheless. It made him stumble for his words for a moment.

"Oh," was all he managed to get out. "Did you kiss him back?"

"Of course not, he's funny, but a bit gross," Jackie replied, pulling a face, and Alex laughed. A strange sense of relief was felt somewhere in his system, although nowhere near enough to dull the queasy thud of his hangover. "'Sides, Chris asked me out the other day."

"Who the fook is Chris?"

"Chris Maher, from the garage."

"Him? You've lost your mind Jackie, he works at fookin' MotorWorld."

"He's funny! And he knows loads about cars, plus he can drive," she said stubbornly, crossing her arms.

"Why does it matter 'e can drive?"

"So I can get places, obviously," she responded dryly.

"I've almost passed me test!"

"Al, you're not even close to passing, I spoke to yer Dad an' he says you drive like you're drunk. 'Sides, I wouldn't want to get on your nerves, always cadgin' a lift." she explained, to Alex's disappointment.

"I didn't expect your type to be a guy who walks around in trackies, how desperate are ya?" Alex jabbed, a little cruelly. Jackie shot him a scathing look.

"Alexander, what is up with you? You were fine last night, an' now you're acting like I'm makin' you suck bloody lemons," she reprimanded him. She was trying to draw him into an argument, he could tell. He wasn't about to start a fight.

"Oh, it duen't matter," he said offhandedly, hoping to diffuse the issue, which seemed to work.

"He's actually a really lovely guy," Jackie added after a long pause.

"Ay, I'm sure he is," Alex replied halfheartedly.

#alex turner #arctic monkeys #alex turner x reader #alex turner one shot #multi part fic #early 2000s #alex turner x oc

[komahinasecretexchange]

Title: Day Off

Author: @nadisabug​

For: @summer-owo-holdings-lp​

Pairing: Hinata x Komaeda

Warnings: mild language, other than that none

Prompt: 1) Beach 2) Singing 3) Post-Simulation

Author’s notes: I managed to use all three prompts this time, I hope you like it!!

“This is dumb.” Hajime stated, a twinge of annoyance in his voice. He was angry and Nagito knew it. Hajime had made his distaste clear from the very moment the met up to the moment they stepped foot on the beach. However, Nagito just continued to lay out the blanket he had carried, tugging on the edges to pull it taut across the sand. Hajime frowned and sighed. When Nagito still did not respond to Hajime’s complaint, he sighed again.

“Not spending time with you, of course, that’s not dumb,” Hajime grumbled. Hajime was so used to battling Nagito’s self doubt that it came natural to defend against it.

“Of course,” Nagito grinned, a gleam in his eye. He was teasing Hajime, not a rare occurrence by any means.

“C'mon babe you know that’s not what I meant,” Hajime sighed. Nagito glowed red at the nickname, which was partially Hajime’s aim. The other motive was to prevent him from firing back. No matter how long they had been dating Nagito still couldn’t seem to process pet names.

“I know, I know,” Nagito said, relenting. “But it still isn’t dumb. Fuyuhiko and the others are just looking out for you.”

Hajime snorted. “By preventing me from doing my job? How does that benefit them?”

“I said they were looking out for you… Babe.” Nagito said the word like it was a test, unsure of himself. Hajime grinned and a spark fluttered in his chest. Gods, it was like he was brand-new around Nagito, everything as good as the first.

What had happened was Fuyuhiko, Nevermind, Owari, and few other decided to forcibly give Hajime the day off. They cleared it with Makoto and Kirigiri, just to make sure, too. They doubled up into pairs to take care of his duties for the day, his meetings and checking in on how everyone was doing with thier jobs. It was a smooth operation, almost an intervention.

“You’re too fucking stressed out. You need to calm the fuck down,” Fuyuhiko had said. The others had just nodded in agreement.

It wasn’t the best intervention.

It wasn’t even going to work until Nagito put his hand on Hajime’s shoulder, gave him those eyes, and asked “please?” so sweetly and endearingly.

Then Hajime couldn’t say no.

Nagito finally finished setting up the blanket and the picnic basket and sat down, motioning for Hajime to join him. Hajime grinned and sat down- then plopped his head onto Nagito’s lap. Nagito let out a choked sound, but made no move to remove Hajime’s head from it’s makeshift pillow.

Hajime closed his eyes and shifted onto his back. Then, he really started to relax. The gentle crashing of the waves, the sound of Nagito’s breathing, the warm sun on his body - everything wanted him to unwind.

Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea.

“Babe?” Hajime finally croaked.

“Nyuh-uh-huh!” Nagito forced out a strangled response.

Hajime opened his eyes and looked warily into Nagito’s. His face was beet red and his breathing looked uneven. Hajime reached up with his closer arm and stroked Nagito’s arm. “Hey, you need to relax,” he added with a small smirk on his face.

Nagito began to nod, then shook his head. “How am I supposed to when you’re-” Nagito gestured wildly to Hajime.

“While I’m relaxing too?” Hajime said innocently, pouting just a tad.

Nagito scoffed. “Can you only relax by winding me up?”

“I will admit, it is quite therapeutic.”

They lapsed into a comfortable silence. Well, comfortable to Hajime. Nagito was still tense.

So Hajime sung. He did have a talent for it, so he sang to hopefully calm Nagito down. It was not any specific song, it was just a harmony of notes he hummed. He could admit though that it sounded really good. It was almost as if he had a talent for it or something.

After a little bit, he finally felt Nagito settle down. His muscles relaxed and he leaned back to prop himself up with his arms. Hajime gave Nagito another few moments before he finally sat up. He looked to Nagito, now smiling dreamily, and smiled back.

“Wanna eat?”

Nagito nodded so they did. Teruteru had prepared the lunch, so it was by far the best packed lunch they had ever had. Cold finger fod and warm appetizers were packed masterfully so that they did not end up lukewarm. Although this lunch was top teir, Hajime couldn’t help but to think that he would have prefered it if Nagito made it. He preffered anything that Nagito did to be very honest.

They had been dating for almost a year now, more specifically around ten months. It was hard to tell because their relationship kind of just faded into existence. It just happened. After about a year of being out of the simulation they just were dating. There wasn’t any big confession, or giant heartfelt talk, it kind of just happened.

The moment Hajime realized he liked Nagito, though, was big for Hajime. He was talking to Fuyuhiko and the topic slowly shifted to Nagito.

“You guys are pretty close now, huh?”

“Yeah,” Hajime nodded. “Something’s bothering me though.”

Fuyuhiko raised his eyebrow. “What?”

“I don’t know,” Hajime sighed. “Well, it’s just…” He stopped a moment to collect his thoughts. “I don’t like how close he is to you.”

Fuyuhiko did not respond.

“It’s just he told me about his memories in the simulation and from school, about how you guys were always really good friends and how you guys talk so much and-”

“Are you jealous that he’s better friends with me?” Fuyuhiko snorted. “That’s dumb.”

“No, because it’s not just you,” Hajime sighed. Fuyuhiko stopped laughing and adopted an unreadable expression. Hajime wasn’t sure what he was thinking. “I don’t like how close he is to Nevermind, or Koizumi, or even Saionji. It’s just whenever he’s talking to someone I don’t want him to be…”

Then it clicked in Hajime’s mind. He didn’t want Nagito to be paying any attention to them because he wanted Nagito to be paying attention to him.

He liked him.

Hajime’s face grew red and he coughed, doing his best to hide his face from Fuyuhiko.

Fuyuhiko did not let him live that down.

After they finished eating, they sat at the beach together talking until late into the night. Once the sun set they went back to Hajime’s room and slept. At the end, Hajime was very glad to take this day off and made a mental note to ask his peers to have more of these days in the future.

#komahina secret exchange #komahina #fanfiction

[themangoyogurt]

Clementine: Chapter 3

Kylo had to hand it to you. Despite your questionable business sense, you had a fantastic eye. The space you found was in a prime location, neighbored by a trendy womenswear boutique on the left and a hot new restaurant headed by a celebrity chef to the right. The space itself was a perfect mix of industrial and bright, with open white washed ceilings and a modern concrete flooring.

Watching you gush as you stood outside staring in through the window only steeled his resolve to help make your dream come true no matter the cost. After spending the entirety of his life stepping on the “little guys” to make his bottom line, he felt it was appropriate to atone for his sins.

The fact that you had a million-watt smile and an infectiously bubbly personality only sweetened the deal.

You continued to bounce between the left and right floor-to-ceiling windows flanking the front entrance. As you hopped back and forth, you rambled off all your ideas to transform the space into a warm and inviting neighborhood spot.

It was going to be equal parts trendy and homey. Shelves filled to the brim with new and old books alike, ready to be borrowed or bought. The scent of freshly ground coffee beans would permeate the air, causing a heady mix of warmth and relaxation. There would be nooks and crannies with the coziest chairs and sofas for patrons to gather, sip coffee, snack on freshly baked pastries, and catch up on reading.

Kylo admitted that even to an anti-social recluse such as himself, the concept sounded like a dream. If he had still been working, he would have enjoyed a little escape from the office to focus on work.

Despite his pleasant daydreams though, nothing could stop his spine from stiffening as soon as the landlord made his presence known. He was a sorry looking man, equal in width and height. The balding man had beady little eyes that narrowed into slits as soon as he caught sight of Kylo.

Kylo’s hackles rose even higher as the landlord completely ignored him and turned to give you a very lewd look.

“Hi Plutt,” you chirped, completely oblivious to the tension between the two men. “This is Kylo. He’s my friend and lawyer!” You gave Kylo an extra little eyebrow wiggle at “lawyer”, a silent tease at how different he looked today.

He had rocked up to your meeting far more dressed than he was the previous night. Gone were the fuzzy slippers. Instead, he was clad in a black suit with a matching black dress shirt that struggled to contain the man’s wide chest and thick arms.

Who would have thought that the slobbish raven haired man could clean up so well? While you weren’t really one to judge a book by its cover, even you couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow when he had proclaimed himself to be a retired, yet fearsome, corporate lawyer.

It was adorable how the more disbelieving you looked, the harder he fought to convince you that he really was a big, bad, lawyer. You giggled at the memory of how he was so focused on the argument that Kylo didn’t even notice a drop of lukewarm tea dribble down his chin and land between his pecs.

His very defined and firm looking pecs, if you had to say so yourself.

You shook your head out of the memory, scolding yourself for getting distracted. It was time for business, and you were prepped to fight for the storefront of your dreams. During your walk over to the shop, you had divulged as much info as you could to Kylo. Things like your budget, business plan (although, business “plan” would have been more accurate), and even your credit score.

You probably shared way too much info, but Kylo didn’t indicate that he was bothered or overwhelmed. The man merely nodded while typing quick notes in his cellphone. He probably had enough info to steal your identity, but something about him just made you trust the man.

Maybe it was in the way his eyes always looked soft, balancing out his perpetual scowl. Or maybe it was how he hung onto your every word, and was one of the few people who seemed genuinely supportive and interested in your dream.

Or, maybe it was in how he defensively postured himself between yourself and Plutt, chest puffing out and stance ready for a fight.

Kylo stuck his hand out and impressively didn’t flinch as Plutt squeezed back with his own moist and grimy hand. Kylo didn’t miss a beat as he harshly dived right in.

“Kylo Ren. I’ve taken a look at your offer, and we are not happy with the upfront terms and conditions. A fixed lease would only...”

Kylo completely transformed within seconds. Years of working with the worst of the worst in the corporate world made him ruthless and unshakable when it came to business dealings. Someone like Plutt didn’t phase Kylo. He was ready to threaten, growl, and glare his way into getting you the best deal possible.

Plus, the caveman portion of his brain beat its chest and flexed at the chance to impress a pretty lady. And if your look of tender awe only spurred him on more... well, that he’d keep for himself.

The entire exchange was a blur to you, the two men exchanging barbs and threats so fast, you could barely keep up. Acronyms like “CAMS” and “TI” were used, and before you knew it, two hours had passed. Kylo was triumphantly squaring away notes in his phone while Plutt sputtered, red in the face.

Apparently the entire situation had gotten away from the man.

“Send over the contract by midday tomorrow,” Kylo lazily commanded Plutt, before leading your stunned body away from the building. His hand was warm in the crook of your elbow while he steered you towards the nearest Starbucks.

He seemed tense during the short walk over, letting out a huge exhale as he slumped into the closest empty seat. You felt concerned as his pale complexion somehow became even paler. Without prompting, you darted away to find some water.

“Are you okay?” you asked upon returning. He seemed calmer, but received the cool plastic cup with gratitude.

“Yeah,” he croaked. “It’s been a while since I’ve had to do that.”

“But you were so cool,” you gushed in response. You instinctively reached out to hold his shaky hands. Giving him a light squeeze you continued, “I’ve never seen someone talk like that before! Or...or stick up for me so fiercely. Like my knight in shining armor!”

Your eyes twinkled in excitement, so filled with joy that Kylo couldn’t help but be affected. He smiled and flipped his palm upwards so he could lace his fingers with yours. He squeezed back and laughed, “Well, you don’t seem like someone who needs saving. Just someone who could use someone in their corner.”

“Then I’m glad you’re in mine. Even if we don’t know each other very well.”

His heart fluttered at your shy smile, and Kylo replied, “Why don’t we start, then? Getting to know each other that is. Let me buy you some coffee?” Now significantly calmed by your touch he added a flirtatious eyebrow waggle and added, “Maybe even dinner afterwards?”

You playfully smacked him in the chest and argued, “I thought I was the one buying coffee.”

“Alright. You buy me coffee and we’ll go over the terms and conditions of your new lease. Then, I take you out for dinner.”

It was definitely a deal too good to pass up, so you happily bounded to the counter to buy his S’mores Frappuccino (the man really was full of surprises, wasn’t he?). You decided that it would be cute to match, and ordered one for yourself as well.

A few minutes later, and you were returning to the table with two icy and teeth-rotting drinks. Kylo was all but recovered, and lawyer man was back in full swing. You happily noticed that while he was all business while going through your lease, his expression and tone was far softer than what he had used earlier in the day.

You were shocked at how Kylo had cut such a favorable deal for you. The man was kind in explaining why certain things were more beneficial for the tenant, and even helped you understand places where Plutt was trying to take advantage.

The initial offer was apparently horrible, and would have surely trapped you into some serious debt. Kylo made sure that your lease was fair, and that you would have enough money leftover to help your new business flourish.

Kylo sipped on the last of his drink, unaware of some leftover whipped cream resting on his top lip. Without thinking, you reached across the table and wiped it off with your thumb. You instinctively sucked the digit between your lips, earning a blush from Kylo.

“Ah,” he stuttered. “All that’s left is to sign. If you could send me your business license and some tax documents, I could help you file everything.”

A little furrow appeared between your brow, causing Kylo to frown. He had a bad feeling about this.

“You do...have a business license, right?” he tentatively pushed.

“Depends on what you mean by ‘business license’...”

He groaned, dropping his face into his palms. You felt sheepish, and ridiculously uneducated. Just as you were about to die from embarrassment, Kylo finally looked up.

He cast you a small smile and calmly replied, “Alright, this is what’s going to happen. I’m going to take you out to dinner as promised. Then, I’m going to take you home. You’re going to change into something comfortable, grab your laptop and personal documents, and then we’ll hammer out the final details of starting your business.”

“You...you’d seriously do that for me? At the risk of sounding totally ungrateful... why?”

Nobody had ever been this kind to you. If even your own blood could laugh away at your grand dreams of opening a business in New York City, then how could a stranger be so supportive? Not only was he gentle with you, but the man went out of his way to help you in tangible ways.

Retired or not, what kind of high-powered lawyer took an entire day to go fight a small-time landlord like Plutt on behalf of a new neighbor?

Kylo asked himself the same question. Growing up as an only child and then going into a field like law didn’t exactly foster selflessness in his personality. He was used to putting himself first and stopping at nothing to achieve his goals.

Something about your bright eyes and hopeful smile made him pause. He spent so many years of his life tearing things down - people, places, relationships. Perhaps, he saw this as a chance to redeem himself. To finally use his skills to build.

And hey, if the object of his newfound efforts happened to be a very pretty and very sweet woman, then that was just a bonus.

He gave you a smile and replied, “Honestly, I don’t know. But something about you tells me that I won’t regret it.”

That was good enough for you.

💖 Masterlist

#kylo ren x reader #kylo ren x you #kylo ren #modern au #clementine

[dreadnought-dear-captain]

You Asked, I Told

Hello, everyone! I will have another  20k chapter of Baghdad Waltz posting tomorrow, but in the meantime, here are answers to some intriguing Asks you sent me. 

CW for some discussion of sexual assault. Spoilers for BW through Chapter 34.

Oh, thank you so much! I love writing these and other secondary characters and giving them life and a backstory that will probably never, ever see the light of day. I have enough head canon to write whole side fics for both Winnie and Rikki. I love Winnie in particular, though I know she can be a divisive character. Winnie has not been a perfect mother, even though (like pretty much every mother) she has tried her best, which is one reason I really enjoy writing her. I usually see Winnie written in fic as either a straight saint or, less often, a villain, so I wanted to give her some more dimension. I will keep up with these characters as the fic continues!

A COUPLE OF SHARON QUESTIONS:

Wow, good catch! Yes, this was mentioned one time back in Chapter 17, when Sharon first disclosed to Steve that she was pregnant. As with many of the things like this that I throw in the fic, it serves multiple purposes.

First, I included this biographical information because of how common sexual violence is — at least 1 in 6 women will be victims of sexual violence in their lifetime. I wanted to also show that a) it can happen to “tough” women, which we would likely argue Sharon is/was, as an Army Reserve Officer attending the University of Virginia, and b) even though she still blames herself (at least to some degree) for “letting” it happen, she’s still an overall well adjusted person who can have healthy, intimate, functional relationships, a successful career, and good self-esteem. This hasn’t ruined her life, and I think that’s an important counter message to have in a fic that’s so laden with characters who suffer deeply and chronically with their trauma. Trauma doesn’t always end in PTSD - in fact, statistically, it usually doesn’t. This will likely come up again later in the fic in another context as well.

Thank you! I’m so glad you’re enjoying the read! As to whether Steve feels trapped by Sharon re: fatherhood, I imagine the details are a bit fuzzy to remember, because it’s been so long since that part of the fic, but I doubt he feels that way. He knows that Sharon has always been lukewarm about the family stuff while he has been dreaming about kids since he was, well, a kid. He knows that she didn’t intend to get pregnant and only got that way because her birth control failed due to an unintended interaction with St. John’s Wort (an herb with antidepressant properties she took to avoid going to behavioral health while he was deployed). As for deciding to keep the baby after becoming attached to it while she was pregnant, despite her previous lack of interest in being a mother, he likely wouldn’t have hard feelings against her for that.

If anything, I imagine Steve probably blames himself for having sex with her while he was home on leave, having just cheated on her with Bucky and not disclosing his cheating prior to having the sex that led to this kid in the first place. Had he told her as soon as he got home, she surely would have told him to go kick rocks, and there would be no Ethan. But he was scared and irresponsible and they were drunk... and now here they are. 

And although Ethan certainly feels chaotic and stressful for him because kids can feel that way and because he gets overwhelmed easily, he’s wanted to be a father for so long that he likely sees Ethan as a strong motivator for him to recover from PTSD and the effects of TBI. Certainly a much stronger motivator than Bucky, because in his mind, Bucky can fuck off and cheat on him or abandon him a thousand times over, but Ethan will always be his son. And even though he struggles to be the kind of father that he wants to be, Ethan and fatherhood is at least something very tangible for him to work toward.

Great questions! Thank you!

Ah yes, it’s hard to tell what’s going on with their relationship now, because it’s Bucky, who is at times a horribly unreliable narrator. He’s got so much baggage around the Army and not being part of it anymore, and there’s this piece about Sam having the career he wishes he could still have, and Sam having the personal life he could have had with Natasha in some bizarre permutation of reality. And Sam has been deployed, so he’s probably not able to talk much, and Bucky has terrible attachment problems and interprets behavior… not always very realistically. So he might interpret Sam’s distance (logistical, because he’s busy, because they have less to talk about, because they are moving in different directions) as a sign that their friendship was “weird” or that Bucky is “gross” or whatever Bucky is assuming because he’s going through his own shit right now. In short, it’s very possible that Bucky is projecting a lot of his personal stuff onto Sam, like assuming that a pretty normal phase of life transition is actually a sign that he’s being rejected.

But there is a separate issue of Bucky’s friendships getting physical and having these blurred boundaries with friendships. There’s yet-undisclosed stuff in the past that he’s referring to, so unfortunately you can’t see that yet, but he’s drawing on that, and he’s looking at this cuddling behavior (the “snack cake” scene etc.), and I’ll go ahead and say it, since it may never make it into the narrative, but Bucky would definitely have fucked Sam, if he showed even the slightest genuine sexual interest. Bucky has a bad track record with making good friendships in general, and almost all of his close friendships end up getting sexual or para-sexual. Take Steve. They had a pretty intensely physical friendship that got para-sexual and then sexual, and, interestingly, the intimacy that they shared in their friendship also took a nosedive when they really got sexual, but that’s another matter entirely.

So to answer your question, Bucky and Sam didn’t do anything explicitly sexual, but I think Bucky knows he would have, and now that he’s learning about boundaries in DBT, he’s probably wondering about theirs, and he’s looking at these patterns in his life right now, and he’s also just scrambling to figure out why they’re not good friends anymore. I mean, he also really just misses him and the Army, and he’s mourning for both. He’s kind of flailing around here, and that could be another reason why this doesn’t seem to make a lot of sense. But you didn’t miss anything. He’s mostly wrapping himself around the axil over something that may or may not even be a thing. [sigh]

In other words, is Steve a Buckysexual, so to speak? I also am a bisexual person, and I take my bisexual characters pretty seriously (hoo boy). I can see why this might be a big question in people’s minds, because we haven’t seen a very broad swathe of Steve’s sexuality in this fic. He’s very much a monogamist who tends towards longer term relationships, if he can help it (not a guy who does casual fucks well, obvs). We started the fic proper while he was in a relationship with Sharon, then he went to Bucky, and then his sexuality went into hibernation, and now he’s climbing out of that, and we’ve had references to girlfriends in the past peppered along the way.

I’d classify Steve as a late-blooming bisexual. He graduated high school at 16, so he was really coming more fully into his sexuality after he left that environment, and that’s when his interest in Bucky started to fire up. Bucky was the first male he fixated on sexually, which parlayed into a sexual relationship for almost 2 years but then flamed out. Then Steve went into a long sexual hibernation after his mother died and he felt jilted by Bucky’s perceived abandonment, but then he was at the U.S. Military Academy, surrounded by hot young men at their peak fitness and— I will not say more specifically, because this is probably actually going to be addressed in the fic. 

But let it suffice to say that Steve is not a Buckysexual. One could also look at the way he fantasized about Bucky in the coffee house to see some clues to his sexual interest in other men. He wasn’t just into Bucky - he was into all these other guys too, jerking off while watching, all the dicks on the wall.... you know. He has had more relationships with women, so behaviorally he would seem to lean more toward women, but I would not say that women are necessarily his default preference. If Bucky were not in his life and they split to opposite corners of the Earth, never to speak again, I think he would be pretty open about the gender of his parter. As long as they let him put their genitals in his mouth, he’d be a happy camper ;)

And FINALLY: 

Ah yes, I believe you’re referring to the line “Bucky is still an alcoholic, ‘interpersonally unskilled,’ deeply imprinted from God knows what traumas, and really, who knows how willing to actually change, if change means being honest and shining light in the dark places he’s always kept Steve from, no matter how much he’s begged to see them.” Yes? 

So, prior to them separating in 2002, I would say that Bucky and Steve’s dynamic probably went a lot like this:  

Bucky was pretty contained on the outside most of the time, with periods where the he was a flaming dumpster fire just beneath the surface and brief episodes where he was dysregulated and really struggling obviously. The latter looked like, say, showing up drunk to Steve’s and saying cryptic things like “I’m disgusting” and sticking his hand up Steve’s shirt… or his post-Ground-Zero “fuck me/I’m totally fucking falling apart drunk” thing, etc.  And Steve, after these episodes, was probably like, “You know you can talk to me, right? Please. I just want to help.” And Bucky most assuredly responded with something like, “I’m good thx.”

I think Steve probably suspected for years that Bucky has stuff from his childhood (he would be absolutely dense not to), but I want to say that he probably both wants to know it and is terrified to know it. So his “begging” probably looks like gently imploring in a not too insistent way whenever Bucky does one of these big meltdown-y things. And then when they argue, Steve probably whips out the old, “You keep everything from me! I don’t know who you are! I have to beg you to tell me anything!” because that’s how these things usually go down. And Bucky would never volunteer anything and most assuredly lies about many things overtly and lies by omission alllll the time. So yeah, I would say that this a not-so-reliable-narrator situation but with a strong flavor of truth behind it. If that makes any sense at all. 

Thank you so much for the wonderful questions!! What a joy to receive them. More tomorrow. 

#YOU ASKED I TOLD #asks #baghdad waltz

[missnctyukhei]

NCT U Reaction: Their GF seeing their dick for the first time

request: I was going to request if you could write Ten in the NCT U reaction to their GF seeing their dick?

warning: smut / sexual themes

a/n: I know this topic is similar to my previous reaction and the request was only for Ten but my head is full of ideas of different scenarios. And I know I could write this all also for NCT 127 but I love the U-Unit so much because of Jungwoo and Lucas. :D I hope you like it still and this time I have also Ten and Kun in this. YAY!!! :D 

Taeyong

Your eyes were closed and you enjoy the wind that slides through your hair. With your hand you reach out of the car to play with the drafts. You wanted to capture that moment and you wanted never ever back into your boring life. You open your eyes slowly and see the landscape quickly pass you by.

A hand grabs your thigh and your eyes turn to the driver's side. Taeyong gaze was focused on the street. One hand was on the wheel, while the other continued to walk up your thigh. You enjoy every single one of his touches. The summer days were so intense with Taeyong and you wish that this feeling would never go away. The last few weeks have been marked by passionate kisses and touches. Even with the thought of him, it begins to tingle everywhere in you.

"We're here!"

The car came to a stop, Taeyong parked on a cliff. Your gaze turned to the right and you are looking at the endless expanse of the sea. It was amazing, just beautiful. Slowly you get out of the car and sit on the bonnet.

"It's perfect."

Your gaze was still focused on the view and you realize that Taeyong had positioned himself in front of you, when his two hands were placed on your thighs.

"Just like you."

He just breathed these words and it was not long before you found yourself in an infinite kiss. Taeyong pushes you further down until you lie with your back completely on the bonnet. He pushed your skirt up and your panties down. There was no better place and no better time to have sex for the first time in your relationship. Everything was just perfect. Everything was perfect with Taeyong.

While you were still in a heartfelt kiss, he opens his jeans and pulled them down with everything. You notice how his head positioned itself in your entrance. You sit up and look down. He was hard and ready to penetrate you at any time. You get wet only by the sight of his dick and you took him to push it into you.

Kun

"Is Kun not here?"

You ask in surprise when Jungwoo opened the door for you. You are back earlier from your vacation and have decided to surprise your boyfriend.

"I think he's in his room."

Jungwoo smiled and stepped aside to allow you to enter the dorm. You thanked him and gently knock on Kun's door. But there was no reaction. You enter the room carefully, which was darkened. Only a single source of light came from an angle in the room, but you didn’t know what was going on. With slow steps you went to the light and you saw how your boyfriend sit at the laptop with his headphones. His hand moved up and down in the same rhythm, his eyes fixed on a video.

"Oh my god!"

You scream in fright because you realize what Kun was looking at. He watched a porn while he jerk himself off. Kun closed fast and startled the laptop and threw off his headphones.

"Y/N!"

He threw irritated everything aside and pulled quickly his cushion over his stiff member.

"I thought you would not be back until tomorrow."

You throw your bag beside and sit down in Kun's bed. You give him a loving kiss and reach for the upholstery.

"Maybe I should finish what you started?"

Kun's hands came off the pad and you slowly push it aside. His dick was hard, his testicles swollen. The vein on his penis glows blue and stands out.

"Relax."

You push Kun gently into the bed sheets and put your hands around his cock.

Doyoung

"I didn’t thought that La Boheme was such a good opera. It was a really nice evening."

Your hands clasped your clutch and with wide eyes you look up to Doyoung. He looked so tall and powerful in his dinner jacket, that your knees became super soft.

"I'm glad you liked it so much."

His voice was so gentle that it was almost a whisper. He bent down with his upper body to you more and more. With one hand he grabed your hip and pulled you closer to you. You breathe deeply and close your eyes until you feel Doyoung's lips and yours. You give yourself to him with your whole soul and body until you two separate from each other. His forehead was still on yours and your breathing was heavy.

"Do you want to come in for some coffee?"

Doyoung straightened up again and looks at you with a big smile.

"I would love to come in."

At first everything went so slowly. You pull out your key of your bag, unlock the door and suddenly you're lying almost naked in bed with Doyoung. His tongue is no longer buried in your mouth, but plays with your most sensitive point in your middle.

"Oh god ... oh my god ... it feels so good!"

Your fingers buried themselves firmly in the bed sheets. Doyoung slowly raised his head and sat up between your legs.

"Are you ready for me?"

Doyoung looks at you expectantly as you sit up and wait until he finally pulled down his pants. He tries to open the condom pack as you slowly pull his pants down. His cock was perfect, big and thick. You could not wait to have him inside you.

Ten

"I think that's enough for today."

Ten turns off the music and dabs the sweat off his forehead. You have been training with him for weeks on a new choreography and you have fallen in love with him as well.

"Are we going to eat something now?"

He turns to you and smiles. You nod and pack your things together. You two go to the dressing room and your ways separate, as they is separated by gender. You take off your workout clothes and take a shower. It was already late and nobody was there anymore.

You turn on the shower and let the lukewarm water trickle over your body. You close your eyes and in your head takes a movie place as Ten touches you and kisses you all over your body. You realize that not only your skin get wet. Immediately you turn off the water, dry off and quickly put on your fresh clothes. You didn’t want to go out to eat anymore, you just wanted your boyfriend in your bed.

You pack your things and go out of the dressing room. You wait a few more minutes, but Ten just didn’t show up. But then you hear his voice singing "Baby don’t stop". You open carefully the door of the dressing room. Ten removes his clothes from the closet, his lips moved to his song, his towel was placed over his shoulder. He was completely naked and your eyes were staring straight at his body. You never saw him so pure and natural. And as he leaned forward on the bench, his upper body was not the only thing that fall forward. His best piece came to the light now and it took all your attention. You watch your boyfriend for a while and watch his dick resonate with his body. But before he pulls up his shorts, you harrumph. Ten automatically conceals his midsection, but when he saw you, he relaxed again.

"What are you doing?"

He laughed broadly and his shoulders relaxed.

"Maybe we should skip the food."

You close the door behind you and go to Ten. He dropped the towel that covered his dick and received you with a kiss.

Jaehyun

The Surya Namaskara had become a daily routine of yours. Although you attend a yoga class twice a week, you try to do a few more exercises in the morning to become more flexible.

Jaehyun and you have been dating for a while, but it was the first time he had spent the night with you. But much has not happened yet. After Jaehyun came to see you after his training, you cooked something for him, but he was so exhausted that he fell asleep in front of the TV.

You woke up before Jeahyun and he looked so peaceful as he slept deeply next to you. You try to get quietly out of bed and put on your yoga pants and a sports bra. You roll out your yoga mat in front of the bed and start with your exercises. After a few Surya Namaskaras you stay a few more breaths in the downward dog until you return to the position of the child. But suddenly you hear a soft sigh that almost sounded like a moan. You straighten up and look surprised backwards. Jaehyun sat upright in bed with a big grin, his hands buried under the covers, but they moved.

"What are you doing?"

You turn around with a laugh and try to guess what happened under the blanket.

"You look so good in your yoga pants and in the downward dog."

He leans his head back, but his gaze was still fixed on you. You straighten up slowly and climb over the bed to Jaehyun.

"Do you want to tell me what you are doing under the blanket?"

Your eyes dropped to his midsection and he pulled slowly his hands out. You pushed the blanket aside and you were suprised as his erected member jumped towards to you. Your hands stroked softly his shaft while you look closely at his dick.

"Did you jerk off when I was doing yoga?"

Your eyes and hands were still fixed on his dick. He stroked your hips with his hands and watched your body closely.

"I just warmed up for you."

Winwin

Sicheng and you decided to spend a quiet evening. Your boyfriend decides to play a bit of Overwatch while you put your head on his lap and go through your feed on Instagram. But after time you got bored and you wanted to do something else.

"Can we do something together?"

You look up while Sicheng has his eyes fixed on the screen.

"I'll play only one round."

His reaction didn’t really change and his fingers were still firmly on the controller. You sigh and look back at your smartphone, but it felt like you had already seen everything on the internet. You turn on your stomach and put your chin on the thigh of your boyfriend. Your sight was focused on his middle and you wonder how well his dick would look under the pants. You could not stop staring and you realize that you are getting slowly hornier. Sicheng was still in the game but you start to massage his best piece.

"What are you doing Y/N?"

He let out a nervous laugh and for the first time that day his look escaped the screen.

"I want to see what is behind this packaging finally."

You kneel down in front of him and play with his waistband.

"You can’t wait another 10 minutes?"

He tries to devote his full attention to the game again.

"No!"

You stick out the tongue and pull his pants down further. A soft groan escaped Sicheng's mouth.

"Y/N ... I ... I only want ...."

He could not talk anymore, because you already had his best part in your hand. You didn’t think that his delicate body was followed by such a magnificent dick. You lick with your tongue over his glans before you take him completely in the mouth. Sicheng groaned loudly and set the controller aside.

"I think you won the game."

Jungwoo

Jungwoo was innocent and you enjoy that you also have such an innocent relationship. He will take you out eating ice cream, you take with him long walks and spend the evening cooking dishes from around the world. It was a wonderful time and you were incredibly in love with Jungwoo.

One night you two lay in bed and enjoy the togetherness. You and Jungwoo tell stories about your life. You could talk to each other all night. But in that moment, you feel even more attracted to him and had the desire to come even closer to him.

"Jungwoo?"

Your voice suddenly became higher. You were not sure if the topic was appropriate. He looks at you wide-eyed and waits for your next sentence.

"I want to get closer to you. What do you think about us going a step further?"

Jungwoo was almost paralysed and in that moment you became more insecure.

"Yes, we can do it."

His voice was also higher than usual, but very softly. Your faces approached slowly and Jungwoo stroked his palms over your arms. You put your hands under his shirt and lay your palms also on his chest. Your kisses were so innocent in the beginning, but in time your tongues moved faster and you catch up the desire that you have missed so far. With the increasing movement your clothes fell also off and finally you two were still in underwear there. Jungwoo bends over you and looks at you with wide eyes.

"Do you really want to do that?"

You run your hand over his cheek and nod. Then you release your bra and pull down your panties. Jungwoo watches you closely and you could see excitement in his eyes. After lying naked in front of him, he pulled down his underpants. You are watching his movements exact and somehow it turned you on that he took his dick in his hand and pushed himself slowly into you.

Lucas

Lucas and you have been dating for three weeks now. It was summer and you spent a lot of time together. But now the school has started again and it is difficult for you to see your boyfriend every second.

You wait impatient in front of the Frozen-Yoghurt-Shop. You could not wait to see Lucas again. It seemed like forever since the last time you kissed him, even though it was only hours ago.

"The school uniform looks so hot on you."

Suddenly Lucas stood in front of you and came slowly towards. His face came closer to yours and his lips came so close to your ear that they were almost touching.

"Were you a good girl too?"

You just nod, because you lost your words completely. He gave you a kiss that you have been waiting for so long. Then he took your hand and pulled you away.

"Where are you going?"

You follow the steps behind your boyfriend. Lucas does not say any word and brings you on to a side entrance. He leads you into a room that acts as a warehouse.

"What are we doing here?"

You continue to ask in the hope that Lucas will give you an answer soon. But your boyfriend does not say anything and pushes you to the cartons. His lips touch your neck and his long fingers were everywhere on your body.

"Are we allowed to stay here?"

You look nervously to the door and hope that nobody from the warehouse staff would come in. Lucas ignored your questions and massaged your breasts.

"Show me that you are a good girl and give me a head."

His words reached you while his face was still buried in your neck.

"What if someone comes in?"

You were insecure and your eyes kept turning to the door. Lucas has straightened up and looks deep into your eyes

"No one is coming in. We hide behind the boxes."

He take your hand and pulled you further into the room to find an angle that was hard to see.

"Get on your knees!"

As you follow his orders, he pulls down his pants. And as soon as you got to your knees, his best part jumped towards to you. You had to swallow, you've never been so close to a dick. But Lucas one was pink and beautiful, it was fascinating.

"Take him in the mouth."

As you follow his words, a groan escaped him and he closed his eyes.

Mark

"Is that good?"

His fingers stroke over your pink pointed thong. You moan and drop your head backwards. He pushed the fabric aside and rubbed his palm over your clit.

"You are so wet. Just for me."

Mark whispers in your ear and rubs his fingers up and down. Your eyes are closed and your mouth is wide open. You enjoy every single touch and you feel that your orgasm got closer and closer. Then Mark took a finger and pushed him slowly inside you.

"Mark ... oh my god ..."

Your eyes are opening again and your fingers are cramping into his biceps. His fingers became faster and his eyes watched every single reaction in your face until you reached your climax.

"You're so beautiful when you come."

He stroked your cheek and sealed his gesture with a kiss.

"It was amazing. I wish I could return the favor."

You sit up slowly and stroke your strand of hair out of your face.

"Well you could do the same to me."

He smiled and pointed to the bulge in his sweatpants. You nod and bend over him. You wander with small kisses along his body and pull with one hit his sweatpants up to the thighs. His dick lies down on his stomach and Mark is watching exactly what you are doing. You sit on his thigh and stare at his magnificent piece. He was slightly curved, but you didn’t mind.

"It's enough if you rub your hand on it up and down a bit."

Mark was getting impatient, but when you saw his dick for the first time, you don’t want to do it anymore by hand.

"And what if I ride you?"

You stand up and take his cock so far in your hand that you can introduce him at any time. Mark moans and his eyeballs turn backwards.

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NejitenMonth Day 7: Amnesia

Available on FFN and AO3

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It had been three weeks now since Tenten’s boyfriend had abruptly dumped her, and now he apparently had already forgotten their entire seven-month relationship.

Tenten watched him dully as he smiled down at the woman he’d been seeing a lot recently- Kumi, she’d heard. And she knew that it could have been her just being jealous, but she knew his stupid signs of romance and flirting, and he was definitely using them on Kumi.

And she’d been dumped before, so what hurt most was that their relationship had been so sweet and serious, and she never would have thought that Neji of all people would dump her so he could immediately initiate a relationship with someone else.

Neji reached out to hold Kumi’s hand, and Tenten hastily left the university cafe before she started crying.

The wind bit at her the second she opened the door, and she ducked her chin into her coat, biting back a shiver. She was only wearing a t-shirt under her coat, which was proving to be a mistake, but the only clean sweatshirt she had right now was- was one Neji had lent to her.

Maybe the wind wasn’t so bad. It meant she could pretend her eyes were watering.

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Tenten exited lab with weariness set into her bones. She really hadn’t wanted to have any classes so late, but the only time she could fit everything in her schedule was to have her chem lab from 7:00 PM to 9:00 PM.

It didn’t help that her lab partners were really terrible at chemistry, although they were trying very hard. But it always wound up taking them an extra half an hour or so than most other people, and Tenten was lucky to get out by 9:00 most of the time.

And tonight she still had an hour’s worth of homework for a few other classes, so it was promising to be a late night.

She was rounding the corner with a huge yawn, contemplating stopping by Ino and Sakura’s room for a conversational pick-me-up, and then saw Neji exiting one of his professor’s offices. 

(Well, no, not just “one of his professors”, because Tenten knew for a fact that it was one of his advisors because of course she knew about Neji’s studies, the same way he knew about hers.)

They both froze and stared at each other for several long moments. Tenten felt like she’d been stripped down to her darkest vulnerabilities under his gaze.

Neji finally shifted on his feet, looking uncomfortable, and spoke. “Tenten… I’d forgotten you had lab here.”

Forgotten? He had forgotten, when he used to text her encouragement during lab, when he soothed her complaints about it with head massages, god, when he used to come by every week to walk her back to her apartment, no matter how late it’d been?

Had she meant so little to him?

Tenten couldn’t breathe past the lump in her throat. She ducked her chin and hurried away without speaking to him.

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Frustratingly, life continued on.

Tenten continued through her classes and her waitressing job, doing her best to smile at her regulars and her classmates. It was hard. She still felt like there was a big cavern in her chest, and every time she saw Neji- no matter how fleetingly- it was like he was carelessly breaking up with her all over again.

He’d apparently stopped with whatever the Kumi thing had been, but that didn’t mean that Tenten wasn’t furious and upset and devastated and- and-

It was just- Neji had worked his way into her life so quickly and quietly that Tenten didn’t realize how close they were, and how much she depended on him, until he didn’t want her anymore.

Tenten’s manager sent her home early after she screwed up her fourth order of the day, with quiet instructions to get some rest and not come in tomorrow unless she was feeling better, okay? Tenten just nodded blankly as she put her apron away and headed out to the bus stop.

A few days that week had been warmer, but it was cold that night as she waited for the bus. (She used to have a boyfriend that would pick her up after her shift, but he- it- that wouldn’t happen anymore.)

She settled into a bus seat and looked out the window, watching the light of the street lamps flicker past. After a few minutes, she noticed the man across from her staring steadily, and her skin prickled uncomfortably.

He didn’t say anything, just blatantly stared at her for the entire bus ride- she chose to get off early, at the university rather than her apartment block, because he was so creepy.

She felt his eyes track her off the bus and tried not to shiver. It wasn’t the first time some creep had singled her out, and probably wouldn’t be the last, but she hated it.

She’d have to wait for the next bus to stop before she made it to her apartment, which would be about half an hour, so she went to the library and tucked herself into a quiet corner to work through her homework while she waited.

Her phone buzzed ten minutes later- Hinata was texting her, in response to Tenten’s earlier complaint about creeps on buses. 

Hinata Hyuga

Are you okay to call right now?

Tenten didn’t respond, just dialed her.

She picked up right away. “T-Tenten, are you okay?”

“Yeah, of course. I just got off the bus early so I’m waiting for the next one.”

“Was he… was he that creepy?”

“I- well, yeah. I left my pepper spray in my other bag, and he was being so blatant about staring that I just decided to get off at the university and wait. It’s fine, I’m just in the library.”

“Oh.” The relief in Hinata’s voice was palpable. “I’m- I’m glad.”

“It’s not too bad, actually. Getting in some homework.”

“Will you… b-be okay for th-the next- next bus?”

“Yeah. This one was just rough because there was only one other person in the compartment so I wasn’t sure if- I just didn’t want to risk anything.” She heard the slight tremor in her own voice and hated it. 

“Okay, w-well- call me if… if you need anything, okay?”

“Of course. Thanks, Hina.” They disconnected, and Tenten heaved a sigh and checked her watch. Seventeen minutes till the next bus.

Twelve minutes later, she got up and started packing away her things, then departed from her little nook. Her step faltered slightly as the person at the closest table looked up as she was leaving- it was Neji, of course it was Neji, and they made eye contact for half a second before Tenten jerked her gaze away and kept walking like she hadn’t seen him.

He did like the quietness of the library at night, she remembered with a pang, and hurried on.

The next bus was half-full with other passengers, and the ride passed without incident. 

-----

Her grandmother passed away the next month.

It had been a long time coming, really, but it hurt a lot. The old woman had been sharp-tongued and judgmental, but she loved hard and had taught Tenten everything she knew about cooking.

She missed a few days of classes to fly to China for the funeral, and returned feeling numb and blank-faced. Her distant relatives had given her a very lukewarm welcome, and she had been uncomfortable staying any longer- but she wasn’t ready to get back to her life just yet.

She spent the weekend just curled up in her bed, staring blankly at the walls, the ceilings, the curtains. She ate rarely, and when she did, it was too much. Her showers were just as few and far between.

The low point was when she dug Neji’s sweatshirt out from the back of her closet, pulled it on, and cried the rest of the night with her face buried in it.

The morning after, she woke up with tears streaking down her face and a giant knot in her hair, plus the realization that her room was starting to smell. She ate breakfast and spent an hour untangling her hair before her shower, then somehow managed to keep her momentum going by running a few miles around the park.

It was mid-afternoon by the time Tenten was done. She got back home and pulled out her backpack to do her homework, feeling much better- and immediately hit a mental wall, where even the possibility of studying made her anxious.

She cleaned her room instead. Washing sheets, wiping down walls, dusting, vacuuming- the whole thing. She ate a late lunch afterwards and even managed to send a few emails.

But then she was dawdling again, feeling the weight of her missed classes pressing down on her but physically unable to do them. After half an hour of restless worrying, she texted Ino and Sakura.

Tenten

Need a study buddy, what are you up to?

Ino Yamanaka

BORING stuff that i will gladly skip 4 u my love, where you wanna meet?

Sakura Haruno

I can be there in about 45 mins, just let me know!!

Tenten

Uni cafe?

Ino Yamanka

Yeaaaaaa see you there!

Tenten had a ghost of a smile on her face as she closed her phone and began gathering the contents of her backpack. Ino’s vivaciousness was always catching.

Tenten took ten minutes to change into her favorite burgundy sweater and jeans, then did up her hair into the new twin buns-braid combo she’d been meaning to try. She surprised herself with a broad smile in the mirror- she looked nice, and her pleasure with it shone through into her expression.

Ino was already at the cafe when Tenten got there, looking sleekly professional in her pantsuit. Tenten plopped down in the spot across from her and said, “God, Ino, aren’t you cold in that?”

Ino jerked her head up from where she’d been engrossed in her laptop, looking a little startled at Tenten’s sudden presence, but said without missing a beat, “Can’t be cold in a body this hot!”

Tenten laughed, but tried to stifle it when heads swivelled their way. “Shut up, you idiot.” She pulled out her own laptop and notebook, and asked, “I’m gonna go grab something to drink, you want anything?”

“Oooh, yeah, here-” Ino tossed a handful of bills at Tenten and rattled off her order, which Tenten instantly forgot and had to have her write down.

She came back five minutes later balancing both their cups in her hands, and placed Ino’s neatly beside her. She grinned dazzlingly up at her. “Thanks, Ten, you’re such a babe.”

“Aw, Ino.” Tenten fluttered her eyelashes beguilingly as she took her seat. “Thanks for meeting me, by the way. I was feeling very not-motivated and I need someone to bully me.”

“Well, you sure as hell have come to the right place,” Ino winked. “I’m really digging the hair- is that the style you were talking a while ago?”

“Yeah, I finally tried it out.” Tenten reached up to fiddle with her bangs, then said contemplatively, “I’m thinking about getting my bangs cut, too, so they go across the forehead.”

“Oh, you mean like real bangs, and not your parted floaty nonsense?” Ino grinned savagely. She’d always insisted that Tenten didn’t have bangs, just weird short hair on her forehead.

Tenten pointed her pencil menacingly at Ino. “Hey, don’t mock the bangs, Yamanaka. Sasuke imitated these bad boys for years.”

Ino sighed dramatically. “Ah, Sasuke. So hot, but such an asshole.”

Tenten grinned as she took a sip of her hot chocolate. “But like- really hot.”

“God, so hot,” Ino agreed. They both devolved into giggles.

They completely and cheerfully failed in their efforts to study for the next hour as they idly chatted and worked their way through their drinks. It wasn’t until Sakura arrived in a hurried breeze through the door that they even remembered the whole “study buddy” thing.

Sakura dropped her books down on the table with a bang. Ino and Tenten both smiled up at her as they started chattering at her about measuring spoons- who knew how’d they’d gotten there- but she gave them both a frown and said, “No. Nuh-uh, we came here for some studying and that is what we are doing, nerds! Discipline and self-regulation!” She raised a fist in the air.

“Nooo, Sakura,” Tenten said, wide-eyed. “Spoooooooooooons.”

“Fine,” Sakura said, and plunked down into the seat.

They’d been talking for another half an hour when Ino finally asked the tentative question, her eyes flickering behind Tenten, “So, how are you feeling, Tenten, after- well, your grandma’s funeral?”

Her bluntness on the subject was something of a relief, because it meant that it was easier for Tenten to be honest. “I mean, it sucked.”

They both made noises of sympathy, and Sakura reached out to grasp her hand. Tenten continued, “Her funeral was awful, because I didn’t really know anyone there and they were- polite, but a little exclusive, and when I got home it was like I hadn’t actually been able to reach any catharsis, and I- it was a really bad weekend.”

She took a sip of coffee, somewhat frantically, and added, “But I’m feeling better now. I cried all night, worked out all the emotions-” They were both staring behind her now, apprehensive looks on their faces.

“Guys, what’re you…?” She turned and looked straight into Neji’s eyes.

He was sitting at the table behind them, his own study materials placed neatly around him but going ignored as he stared at her, looking like his legs had been swept out from under him.

Tenten met his gaze for a moment, then said flatly, “Oh.” She turned back to her friends with an eye roll, and asked Ino, “So, then, how’s the psychology- business double major treating you, Ino?”

Sensing Tenten’s desire to push on, Ino was all too happy to launch into a convoluted albeit hilarious story about how both her majors sucked very much but she loved them anyway. Tenten slowly relaxed as the three of them settled back into their conversation- and eventually even got to the studying part.

Tenten wrapped up a few hours later with most of her homework finished, waving goodbye to Ino and Sakura (and ignoring Neji, still sitting behind her) as she started the walk back to her apartment. It was colder out now that the sun had gone down, so she tugged her sweater over her sleeves to prevent her fingers from getting too cold.

Her to-go cup of hot chocolate had cooled by the time she got home. She pouted.

-----

One week later, she knocked on the door of a high-end apartment, nervously shifting the box in her arms as she waited for someone to answer. She didn't want to be here, but this needed to be done sooner or later. 

Light footsteps came from behind the doorway and it swung open.

Neji stopped short at the sight of her, clearly not expecting to see her there. She gave him a twisted smile. “Uh, hi. So, I was cleaning my apartment the other day and found all this, so...“ She reached out and offered the box to him, containing, among other things, some of his books, a pair of headphones, and that stupid sweatshirt.

(She’d washed the sweatshirt, but later had put on perfume while standing near it so it might smell like her, a little. If it did, she hoped it hurt.)

Neji didn’t say anything, just stared at her. He made no move to take the box, so she just awkwardly shoved it into his chest until his arms reached up to take it. 

“Right, so, um, bye.” She turned away and started walking back down the hall, but Neji suddenly spoke behind her.

“No- Tenten, wait.” He grabbed her arm and she stiffened.

He released her immediately, flexing his fingers as his mouth opened and closed. Tenten gave him as neutral a face as she could, brows raised to prompt him on.

Finally, he blurted, “I didn’t want to break up with you.”

What? She stared at him, uncomprehending. He pressed on, “I realize that’s hard to believe-”

She almost snapped at him.

“-but it’s true.” He looked at her like he expected her to ask him more, to go inside and talk things out with him.

Disgust and anger welled in her, and she snarled, “Well, you did it anyway, Neji! You broke up with me.”

He said nothing, just watched her with a hollow look in his eye. 

Satisfaction filled her at the sight. “So it doesn’t fucking matter what your intentions were, what you wanted or didn't want, because you still decided that something else was more important than our relationship.”

She paused to catch her breath, then concluded, “You don’t get to just walk that back.” 

With one last glare- she was so angry- she marched away.

Neji stared after her, clutching the box to his chest, his heart aching.

#ntmonth2019 #nejiten #neji #tenten #I WROTE AAAAAANGST I CAN'T EVEN BELIEVE IT #full disclosure tho this will have a follow up and theyre gonna get back together if I have anything to say about it #fanfic #my writing #ALSO uni starts next week for me so fics will come much more sparingly #i also still have 3-4 more pieces for the modern au i've written #2 of which are 90% complete #anyway good bye

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Changing Tides - Chapter 1

Fandom: Hakuouki

Setting: While set in the Hakuouki Universe this story follows my OC Katsura Keiko who is operating as an agent for the Choshu. I make a lot of references to historical events, that aren’t directly adressed in Hakuouki, so if there are any questions, I’ll be more tha happy to answer them. Another important character is Takasugi Shinsaku, who I know appears in Hakuouki: Urakata, but since I didn’t play this game the Takasugi in my story is very much my own creation.

I want to thank the wonderful and amazing @himiko-omikami, @aetherium-weaver, @annedey and @gingersilvy for always listening to my ideas, their input and finally the beat reading! Thank you girls <3

Prologue

November 3rd 1859, Edo.

Her father knelt down on the straw mat in perfect composure, dignified and calm, wearing the white shini-shōzoku she had brought to his prison cell earlier this day at his request. To receive the kimono had been his greatest concern in his last hours, along with giving his daughter the paper bearing his death poem, which she now held in her clenched fist as she stood in the small crowd assembled before the scaffold. Behind her father’s seated figure the executioner approached, unsheathing a katana from the scabbard on his left, and Keiko knew whatever would happen next, she would not look away. It was the last thing, the only thing she could do for her father. Then there was a flash of light as the blade swung through the air, the gurgling sound of something wet being cut and a thunk as her father’s headless body hit the floor. She felt her body shaking and her lips quiver, but she didn’t blink for a moment. Somewhere through the thick wall of numbness surrounding her, she heard one man say “He didn’t even flinch. A truly noble  death,” as if this was something to be glad about. A snort slithered its way in her heavy breathing. A noble  death, yes. What a fitting conclusion to a life led in honour. It had been her father’s highest value and virtue. The honour of the family, the honour of a man, the honour of a samurai. She knew many preached it but only few could live up to it and her father had been one of these few. But where had it led him? Whenever she had visited him during his arrest, she had pleaded with him to cut the ties to Yoshida Shoin, pledge fealty to the shogunate, deny any knowledge of the assassination plot against Ii Naosuke. It fell on deaf ears. He couldn’t do this, her father explained, because denying all he believed in wouldn’t be honourable. She asked if living with his daughter wouldn’t be worth it. He had only given her a sad smile in return. Why were men always so eager to die for honour? Didn’t he see he was all she had left in this world? Angrily she crumbled her father’s death poem in her fist. She hadn’t read it, never would. It was only a reminder that her father had chosen honour and death over life, over her. She remembered how distraught he was, when he learned that he would not be allowed to commit seppuku but was sentenced to death by execution. For Keiko it had made no difference then, he would be gone either way. Now the blood dripping from the scaffold filled her heart like acid. Yes, her father had been an honourable man, but he had died a traitor’s death. His honour was forever taken away by the Tokugawa Shogunate, just as they had taken him away from her forever. She remained behind, utterly alone. Tears filled her eyes and the ground was pulled away from underneath her feet and she knew she would crack any moment, just as two hands grabbed her by the shoulders. Steady and strong, they pulled her back on the earth and helped her to stand straight the way her father would have wanted her to. Slowly, Keiko turned her head around. Brown eyes with golden flecks, as warming as a flame, were staring back at her.  

“Don’t worry Katsura-san.” Takasugi Shinsaku smiled. Even then, she couldn’t help but notice the dimples in his cheeks. “I will take care of you from now on.”

Chapter 1

September 1864, Kyoto.

Her eyes flew open just for her to cover them immediately with her hand to shield them from the morning sun. Unnerved Keiko let out a groan as reality hit her with the light. It was just a dream. Of course it was. Her father had died five years ago on the execution grounds of Edo, Keiji and her mother even long before that and she was no longer a little girl, running around on the beach. Slowly Keiko moved her hand aside. Where was she? The room was nothing special, with just a table and a bowl, presumably a washing pan, as an interior, not counting the futon she lay on. Through the shoji door she could see the silhouettes of people hurrying in the early daylight. Ah yes, the Teradaya. She had spent most of her nights in the past years in so many inns which looked all the same, it was hard to keep track. But now, as the last traces of the dream faded, she remembered. She was in Kyoto, more precisely in Fushimi. With another groan, Keiko turned around and buried her head in the soft futon. She didn’t want to get up, not yet, wanted to indulge in the memories of the past, in the moments of happiness just a little bit longer. Besides, sleeping was such a worthwhile and wonderful pastime. However, the rising sun was not very cooperative and finally Keiko had to admit that the inevitable couldn’t be put off any longer. Sighing, she rolled out of the futon and stretched herself before washing the sleep from her face and body with lukewarm water. Her clothes were scattered all over the room, so she got dressed piece by piece, after carelessly throwing the white yukata she wore for the night on the disheveled futon. First the socks, then the light blue kimono shirt with the apricot prints on it and eventually her favourite pair of hakama, indigo blue, the same colour as her eyes. Finally, she found her yellow ribbon and tied up her tousled mahogany curls into a boyish ponytail. Once Keiko decided she looked presentable, she folded the futon more messily than neatly and chucked it into one corner of the room, before grabbing her bag. Like every morning she quickly peeked inside it, just to make sure that the shiny black gun was still there.

The entrance hall of the inn was buzzing with people coming and going as usual. The delicious smell of hot tea and dumplings filled the air. Just as Keiko wondered how many cups of sencha she would need, before she could think about what to do today, Isuke, the innkeeper, approached her.

“Sir… I mean, Miss… ahem, Hori-san?”

It took all of her self-discipline not to burst into laughter. Unlike his wife Otose, the poor man had been confused about her gender since she had arrived at the inn some months ago. Apparently it was still hard for him to combine her manly dress with her petite stature and feminine features. Finally, he seemed to regain his composure.

“This has been deposited for you by a gentleman early this morning.” In his stretched out hand he held a small piece of paper.

“Oh? His name wasn’t Saitani by accident?” Keiko asked smiling. Before the landlord got the chance to answer, she opened the paper and started reading. At the words a wide grin she couldn't suppress even if she had wanted to appeared on her face. Hastily, Keiko crumpled the message, before tugging it into the bag on her side.

“Thank you very much.” Still beaming, she strolled out if the door, humming to herself.

The streets of Kyoto were full with people going about their business, despite the weather. Kyoto summers were known to be brutal but Keiko didn't mind the humid heat that much. It reminded her of Hagi, though at least there a refreshing breeze would blow from the ocean now and then. Nonchalantly she made her way through the crowds, a slight spring in her steps and reveling in the pulsating life around her. People exchanged idle chatter or called out for bypassers to halt at their shops and have a look at their goods. She was not too familiar with Kyoto, however she trusted her natural sense of direction enough to find the way to the teahouse somehow, so she didn't mind the distraction around her. More than once playing children seemed to appear out of nowhere before her feet, causing her to almost trip over them, but Keiko simply laughed it off. Today was a good day. She liked the city, at least more than many of the other places she had been to, although Kyoto wasn't exactly a safe place for her to be, even more so after what had happened at Hamaguri Gate just the other day. Keiko wondered if the Kinmon Incident had something to do with the message in her bag. As she pondered about this (and the question if she should get some dango) she noticed a small, grey stray cat at one of the shops. Smiling, Keiko approached it and knelt down, one hand stretched out to lure the cat to her, so she might pat it. However, a sudden shift in the crowd caused the cat to perk up and hush around the next corner. The people grew more or less silent and ushered to the side of the streets. Keiko turned around, looking for the source of the commotion. Soon the light blue and white haori came into view.

“Damn bakufu dogs,” she muttered.

Casually, Keiko trotted to the side and leaned against a house wall, waiting for the group of armed men in uniform to pass. Even after, or maybe because of, their latest successes the Shinsengumi were still feared and hated by the citizens. Kyoto never liked the shogunate, this was something Keiko and the city had in common. If looks could kill, she definitely would try with those bastards. When they had finally disappeared from her view, Keiko continued on her way to the teahouse. This time, with more hurried steps and in the opposite direction from the Shinsengumi patrol.

Eventually she reached her destination, with some delay however. Inside she stopped one of the waitresses, who seemed about her own age, and asked for Mitani Wasuke. Smiling, the young woman tucked some strands that had loosened out of her messy dark brown bun behind her ear and directed her to a private room in the back. Keiko could hear her heart beating as loud as drums as she opened the shoji but the moment she laid eyes on the man inside, it skipped for a beat. She rushed in, throwing her arms around him.

“Takasugi-kun”, she whispered breathlessly and buried her face in his chest. He was so much taller than her.

Takasugi quietly chuckled as he returned her embrace with a steady and firm grip, the way he had held her so many times before, and leaned down so she could feel his tingling breath in her hair.

“Keiko-chan.” She could hear from the tone of his voice that he was smiling.  

“Get a room, you two! Or at least let us others leave.”

Baffled, Keiko opened her eyes again. She had been so focused on Takasugi that she hadn’t even noticed the other men, but she knew that wicked smirk greeting her.

“My Lord Shiranui.” Grinning she let go of Takasugi and mockingly bowed her head to him. She should have known he would be here too. The demon rarely left Takasugi’s side.

“Hello Princess. Look at your face, it’s so red you could set the whole city on fire with it,” he teased.

“Oh, that would be a shame!” Keiko replied still grinning, despite her embarrassment.

“I wish you would shine like this everytime we meet, Keiko-chan!”

Surprised Keiko bolted around to the speaker. Sakamoto’s wide smile was as charming as always, maybe even more so in direct contrast to his companion Nakaoka, who wore his usual grumpy expression.

“Huh? What are you doing here?” Keiko asked.

Although Sakamoto’s and Takasugi’s views differed concerning Japan’s relations to the foreign forces, the two man had put aside their differences on the matter for a time in favor of their common goal to remove the Tokugawa Shogunate from power and make Japan stronger, Keiko knew that. She even had some dealings with him and Nakaoka in the past few months. However she had thought that the Kinmon Incident had put an end to their cooperation.

Sakamoto pouted playfully. “Oh c’mon, aren’t you at least a bit happy to see me?”

She waved her hand dismissively. “It’s nothing personal, Sakamoto. I just thought we were enemies now? I mean the Satsuma fought against the Choshu at Hamaguri Gate, or am I wrong? Political alliances change so often these days, it’s hard for me to keep track.” Keiko shrugged.

“Ah, but you forget we are not working directly for the Satsuma but building an alliance between them and the Choshu. And that’s still what we hope to achieve, although you,” Sakamoto turned towards Takasugi, “ stupidly decided to kidnap the emperor.”

Keiko nodded. “Yeah, that was not the best move. Why did the Choshu do that, Takasugi-kun?” The first time the local Choshu imperialists had told her about their plan, Keiko had chocked of laughter until she realized they were serious. She had written to Takasugi immediately.

“It wasn’t my idea! Believe me, I would have stopped them, if I could, but I was busy with those westerners!” Takasugi raked his long, slender fingers through his short brown hair.

“At least it was entertaining. I met one of those Shinsengumi bastards, he was a fun distraction,” Shiranui remarked with his typical smirk and Keiko snorted. She knew Shiranui’s definition of fun all too well.

Just as Keiko wanted to inquire, what exactly happened at the Imperial Residence, Nakaoka grunted. “Stop that silly banter, and let’s go to business!” And with that he sat down.

Keiko perked one of her eyebrows up and exchanged a knowing look with Sakamoto. It was so strange that a man as relaxed as him could be friends with Nakaoka, who constantly looked as if he had to look after a bunch of naughty children. She sat down cross legged, opposite from Sakamoto and next to Takasugi, while Shiranui placed himself to his left. Takasugi handed her a cup of delicious smelling hot tea. Gyuokuro, her favourite one. He always remembered these little things, she thought, smiling into her cup. Looking around Keiko realized someone seemed to be missing.

“Is Katsura not joining us?” she spoke up, before one of the men could say anything, which earned her another glare from Nakaoka.

“Aw, are you worried for your little cousin, sweetheart?” Shiranui grinned at her.

“He’s not my cousin!” Keiko protested.

“Oh? Don’t you both belong to the Katsura family?” the demon inquired, as if he wouldn’t know.

“Yeah but Kogoro is adopted and even though, he would be like my cousin three times removed? Maybe even four times, who knows?” She fidgeted with her fingers through the air as if she wanted to draw a family tree. “I’m just asking, because I haven’t heard anything of him since before Ikedaya.” Keiko clarified.

“If you are worried something happened to him during the Ikedaya raid, I can soothe you. He wasn’t even there that night.” Sakamoto remarked.

“Huh?” That surprised her. Katsura Kogoro was one of the most influential and vocal Choshu politicians in his desire to return the power from the shogun to the emperor. Keiko herself couldn't care less about the man, but for him to be missing out on an imperialist meeting was strange.

“That geisha, who got infatuated with him, tipped him off. Heard he spent the days after Ikedaya under a bridge posing as a beggar. Maybe I should get myself a geisha lover as well, they seem to come in handy,” Sakamoto explained with amusement in his eyes.

Keiko scoffed at the thought of the high and mighty Katsura Kogoro living under a bridge, dressed in rags. The clever bastard.

Nakaoka sighed in annoyance  and crossed his arms before his chest. “As if you had need for that, Sakamoto. Only on our way here we had to stop four times so you could flirt with random girls!”

“You counted?” Keiko snickered.

“It’s not my fault that Kyoto has so many pretty ladies,” Sakamoto replied with a wide grin.

Takasugi had remained silent during their exchange but now he raised his voice, “Katsura left Kyoto and we can't stay here either. After what happened at Hamaguri Gate, the bakufu will no longer be lenient with Choshu and we don’t have the strength to fight back. Not after Shimonoseki. Furthermore, some of our own want to reconcile with the shogun in order to safe the domain.”

Keiko had figured this would be the outcome of the meeting. Takasugi had been wrestling with more conservative forces inside the Choshu Domain for some time now and after the Kinmon Rebellion it was only reasonable for them to leave the city for a while. As much as she had come to like Kyoto, it was nothing compared to being by Takasugi’s side again. She would live in a shack in the woods if it meant to be with him.

“Alright! Where will we go?” Keiko exclaimed enthusiastically.

Takasugi hesitated only for a blink before answering, but Keiko noticed anyway. A knot started to build in her stomach. Something was wrong.

“Shiranui and I will gather the Kiheitai in Kokura. Yamagata Aritomo, Ito Hirobumi and Inoue Kaoru will also come. Once we have regained the upper hand within Choshu, Katsura wants to negotiate a new alliance with the Satsuma.”

“Understood.” Sakamoto, suddenly serious, and Nakaoka nodded in unison.

“When will we leave for Kokura?” her voice was a pitch higher than usual. She tried to catch Takasugi’s gaze but he pointedly avoided to meet her eyes. Yes, something was very wrong. “Takasugi-kun?” she asked sharply.

Shiranui rolled his eyes. “Man, just tell her, Takasugi.”

“Tell me what?” Keiko grabbed Takasugi’s arm, which finally caused him to look at her. She didn’t like what she saw in his face.

Finally he sighed. “Keiko-chan...you won’t come with us.”

For a moment she thought she had misheard his words but there was no way she could misinterpret the pained look in those warm, brown eyes she loved so much.

“Oh.” It was all she could say to that. Letting go of his arm, she turned away from him, so he wouldn’t see her disappointment. She had been away from Takasugi for almost half a year now, the longest time they had ever been apart since he had taken her in after her father’s death. When Takasugi had asked her to go to Kyoto, to be his eyes and ears in the capital, Keiko had hoped, no expected,  it would only be a temporary separation, but apparently she had been wrong. Maybe he was tired of having her around. The thought left a bitter taste in her mouth.

As if he had read her mind, Takasugi explained, “You know I would rather take you with me, Keiko-chan, but the situation is...complicated.”

These words were enough for her to meet his eyes again.

“In the last few months both the Choshu and the Satsuma have been approached by a doctor from Edo called Kodo Yukimura. He said he has some sort of...medicine that could help us overthrow the Tokugawa Shogunate,” he continued, carefully weighing every word.

Keiko frowned. This raised more question than it answered, at least for her. “And what does this have to do with me?”

“I don’t trust him. What he promised seems to good to be true.” Again, Takasugi raked his fingers through his hair, as he always did when something was upsetting him. “Keiko-chan, I need you to go to Edo and find out what you can about him.”

Edo. Keiko’s heart beat faster at this word. Light reflecting off a blade, blood dripping on the floor, an honourable death. She inhaled sharply.

“No! I can’t go to Edo! Not alone! Don’t make me do this, Takasugi-kun!” she pleaded desperately.

Takasugi’s smile was bitter. “I know I’m asking a lot of you.” he conceded. “I would investigate myself, but I can’t show my face around Edo or my head would likely end up on a spike.”

The picture found its way into her imagination without much difficulty, mixing up with her memories of that day in November many years ago. She shook her head to get rid of it.

“And we gotta deal with these Choshu dastards, who want to crawl back to the shogunate,” Shiranui added. He undoubtedly looked forward to this.

“If there was another option, I would have chosen it instead, believe me. But this investigation is very important and I can only assign it to someone I trust completely. Please, Keiko-chan.” Takasugi reached for her hand but she pulled it away.

She didn’t want to go to Edo, the place where her father had been taken away from her. But Takasugi needed her help and she couldn’t let him down, not after everything he had done for her. No matter how painful it would be to be separated from him again.

“Fine! I will do it.” Keiko finally grumbled, crossing her arms before her chest. But she made sure to look as grumpy as possible, so they all knew she didn’t like her new assignment one bit.

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pnat secret santa present for @feministhotline​! it’s a couple days late for christmas but right on time for new years -- hope you enjoy!!!!!! also @pnatsecretsanta thank you for setting this whole thing up i adore u

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At 8:30, Isabel turned up on Max’s doorstep, ponytail whipping in the wind. The scarf around her neck did nothing to stop the flush in her cheeks, and she offered Max a shaky smile. “Almost the new year, Max,” she said.

Max opened the door a little wider and she stepped in.

For his last couple New Year's Eves in Baxborough, Max has not had Isabel Guerra by his side. This year, he does, along with some explosives.

At 8:30, Isabel turned up on Max’s doorstep, ponytail whipping in the wind. The scarf around her neck did nothing to stop the flush in her cheeks, and she offered Max a shaky smile. “Almost the new year, Max,” she said.

Max opened the door a little wider and she stepped in.

The second Max reached the top of the stairs, Isabel a step behind him, Zoey had leapt over the couch, shoved a Gatorade into Isabel’s hand tugged off her coat and scarf, and handed her a slice of pepperoni pizza. It drooped in Isabel’s hand, plateless, and Max watched the oil slide across the cheese. Zoey raced downstairs to toss Isabel’s coat in their closet, which was really the maintenance room behind the slushie machine.

Isabel leaned against the banister. “Um,” she said, “are you watching the Muppets?”

Max shrugged. “It’s a tradition.”

He got her a plate, and she followed him to the couch. They sat. Max watched the Muppets with one eye and Isabel with the other; Isabel seemed to watch the Muppets with both eyes. Zoey wedged herself between them and played on her phone.

“So,” Isabel said as the credits roll, “this is what you do for New Year’s Eve?” She had tucked herself up, arms wrapped around her knees and a blanket thrown over her shoulders, and the hairs around her ears were curling softly against her cheekbones. Max stood to put in another movie.

“Yeah,” he said. “I mean, this is the first time Dad left us by ourselves for any part of tonight, but we normally watch movies.” Pausing to look over his shoulder at her, he asked, “You?”

Resting a cheek against her knee, she shrugged slightly. “Stay up, mostly. Ed and I would sometimes go outside for a while.” Her bangs were falling into her eyes, and she wouldn’t look at Max.

Max decided not to ask anything else, and tossed the remote to Zoey. She scrunched up her nose at him, but as Max hauled Isabel up she didn’t say a word, and as Isabel followed Max back down the stairs, Zoey switched the channel to the Times Square broadcast and returned to her phone.

Max grabbed Isabel’s coat from the maintenance closet, two slushies from the machine, and the box he had hidden underneath the counter that afternoon. He handed her the coat and the blue slushie, kept the red one for himself, hefted the box underneath an arm, and grabbed his baseball bat. Isabel continued to follow him outside.

They hiked, past the grove of trees occupied by partying high schoolers, past the school, and through at least eight backyards, until they reached the very top of the middle school’s hill. Max dropped his box and leaned against the handle of his bat, and the winter air scraped against his lungs and bit at his nose.

For a few seconds, Isabel let him stand and watch the sprawl of Mayview: the hubs of sound and people, music spilling out windows and back doors; the empty houses; the lonely windows shining boldly by themselves. Then she crumpled up her slushie cup, hip checked him gently, and gave him a slight smile. “So, what are we doing?”

Max cleared his throat. “This is one of my New Year’s traditions.” He crouched to open the box, and Isabel squatted next to him as he revealed its contents: fireworks. He’d been stockpiling them for months, ever since last year, and although they’d gotten a little beaten up during the move, they were still usable.

“Every year,” he told Isabel, “-- well, the last two years at least -- my friends in Baxborough and I would set of all these fireworks, all across the city. It was legal to have them there, mostly, but if you can’t in Mayview --”

“Like that’d stop me,” Isabel said. She was grinning now, fiercely.

He stood, grabbed his bat, and started spinning it around his hand and arm.“You wanna try some boom-snaps to start?” he asked.

“The ones you throw on the ground to make a little popping noise? Amateur hour, Puckett.”

Max threw his bat into the air, let it twirl around three times, and caught it. “Nope,” he told her. “Toss one of those packets at me.”

Isabel didn’t just toss one; she tossed three, and Max carefully lined his bat up and swung. All three connected, one of them a little shaky, and the packets glided through the air for a few glorious seconds before exploding in a tiny riot of neon color and sound.

“Alright,” said Isabel, dutifully impressed. “Gimme a go.”

It took a few swings for her to get it, but when she hit one at last she whooped and whirled around, bat in hand and hair flying. Max tossed another.

Eventually, they ran out of the little fireworks, and Max took back his bat and opened the box again. When he stood with an armful of catherine wheels Isabel hip checked him again, hard enough to nearly knock him over, but he elbowed her back and handed her an explosive.

They set off two or three quickly, all at once, and took off running. To the other side of the hilltop, where they carefully lit eight Roman candles, all in a row, and Max started on his slushie; down the back of the school’s hill and around to the front of it, pausing to watch a couple of black snakes writhe and glow; to Isabel’s front yard, where she stood resolutely and stared.

When she had been watching her house for too long, Max asked, “You wanna light something enormous on fire?” Isabel shook her head, took one sharp breath in, and marched to the back of her house. After several small pinging noises and some rustling, she rejoined Max with Ed trotting at her heels.

“Hey, man!” Ed told Max happily, and they stood back to watch Isabel light the wicks of a truly gargantuan amount of fireworks. She stood, dusted her hands off, and sprinted to the lake. They followed.

While groves of trees in well populated neighborhoods were the high schoolers’ territory, the lake, it seemed, was the middle schoolers’. Isabel and Ed led Max to the north beach -- the rocky one, where you either wore shoes or suffered sore soles -- and into someone’s backyard, filled with kids Max knew the faces of, if not the names.

“Look inconspicuous,” Isabel told him as she lead him into a brightly lit kitchen, and snatched his empty slushie cup. Max, juggling his baseball bat and a box of possibly illegal fireworks, nodded and tried to blend in with the butter yellow backsplash. Lisa eyed him apprehensively, but handed him a soda.

Ed tugged Max out of the kitchen, across a crowded patio, and back into the mostly deserted yard. In the soft light of a bonfire, Isabel grabbed a few bottle rockets and ran off; Violet sighed, seemingly asleep as she curled into a chair next to the fire. Max didn’t sit; neither did Ed.

“You come here often?” Ed asked Max, smiling. The light of the fire made his blond hair look golden, and the curve of one round cheek was rosy. Soft music came from the house, the patio spread chatter across the yard, and Violet hummed a frantic melody.

“Are you two gonna have to stay at mine tonight?” Max asked him instead of answering. Ed tilted his head to the side, considering, before shrugging, slow and broad.

Three consecutive cracks filled the air, and the kids on the back patio oohed. Max and Ed watched in silence, until the fireworks faded and Isabel rejoined them.

“How was that?” she asked, and shoved her bangs out of her eyes. “With it over the water?”

“Truly stupendous,” Ed told her, and she gave him a mock curtsy.

Their last three fireworks were used a street below the corner store. Max could see the glow of the television streaming out the front window, and he snapped a picture on his phone to show Zoey later.

Isabel lit them up as he was watching the store, and only poked Max to turn around when they began to whistle through the air. “Hey,” she said, and didn’t look at him. “Thanks for the pizza, and for… this, I guess.”

“It’s almost the new year,” Max told her. He rested his bat against his shoulder and shrugged, watching the fireworks, and turned his head to catch her eye.

“Yeah,” she said.

When their fireworks had finally faded from the sky, she told Ed that they were leaving and took Max’s crumpled box. “I’ll see you soon, yeah? For my scarf.”

“Yeah,” Max said, and shoved his hands in his pockets as the two of them left. The winter air filled his lungs as he breathed, and the metal of his bat was freezing against his arm, even through his thick hoodie. He took the short way back home, climbing through someone’s yard and up the steep grassy hillside, until he could unlock the door of the corner store and climb back up the stairs.

His father was back, sitting on the couch with Zoey and cold pizza. “Hiya, son-boy,” he said, and Max dropped his bat in the umbrella stand. “Zoe-toes said you went out with some friends?”

“Yeah,” Max said, and climbed over the back of the couch to join him.

His father handed him two slices of pizza, somewhat lukewarm, and smiled at him. “Glad you’re back for the countdown,” he said, and Max leaned his head into his father’s side, ate cold pizza, and watched TV until the ball dropped.

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#kymanweek ~ Day 2: Fight

A/N: I know I'm late, but while I was writing this I wanted to add a few things to make the story a bit more interesting. At least I've finally contributed to this amazing week! Enjoy reading!

@kymanweek

~x~

Kyle laid back against the wall with a cup of pina-colada in his right palm (although he was forced to ‘take his damn foot off the wall’, barked Clyde himself; it took him and Mr. Donovan years to afford this kick-ass house, and he wanted to keep it as neat as possible before his dad gets back from vacation). He was also talking to Token, who said was glad he was at a decent party that doesn't take place in his parents’ mansion, but at the same time questioned Clyde's contradicting decisions; he loved his new home, but he practically invited half of the students at Park County High for a fucking house party, what did he expect to happen? Token then said he would be back because he left something in his car, before heading towards the front door.

After Token left, Kyle looked around the room. The entire Junior class were here; one group lounged near the snack table and gossiped, another group toured around the Donovan’s residence by themselves, and a few of the teens were even attempting to flirt. The entire room has an eerily feel, the only source for light was on the ceiling, dimmed down enough so any noisy neighbors walking through the house wouldn't have to see a group of underage teenagers drink alcohol, get high off crack, or make out near the kitchen. Speaking of which, that was almost exactly what some of his classmates were doing; Clyde was livid when he caught Jason White and his crew cutting cocaine with a razor, let alone at the coffee table. Not to mention Annie Knitts and Bradley Biggle seemingly going second base upstairs in his dad’s own bathroom. He kicked all of them out of the house respectively.

Kyle took a long sip of his pina-colada before slightly tilting his head back against the wall, taking up some mediocre pop song that was playing on the radio. He didn't really want to come here; besides the huge History test sometime next week, only Cartman of all people decided to bother showing up (not that Kyle minded at this point). Stan bailed on them for a movie date with Wendy, and Kenny practically protested to stay with his sister for the night. It had been months since all four of them hung out together, and as adulthood lurks their consciousness - like a fog on a gelid October morning - there was no need to wait another minute before the group part ways. Kyle then realized that Cartman wandered off shortly after grabbing a new bag of chips off of Clyde's dining room table, and the redhead was talking to Token for about twenty minutes. Kyle cursed under his breath and stared at his half-empty drink, considering that from now on he and the rest of the boys need to plan properly; because when they don't, things usually backfire and at the end of the day no one would be happy.

We have got to be more prepared. Anything could happen...

Suddenly, a group of three unrecognizable faces ganged-up on Kyle, the first guy yelling “Yo, fuckface.” Kyle turned around; but before he could say anything else, the guy got closer and pushed him, causing the redhead to stumble backwards, spilling his lukewarm drink on his jacket and fingers. He looked up and glared at Douchebag 1; who was some pretentious blonde football player named Mark, wearing his stupid green Letterman jacket (he was apparently on the same team with Clyde and Stan, but neither of them payed a whole lot attention to him).

Speak of the Goddamn Devil…

He and Kyle never liked each other, especially since the time the latter rightfully told on the blonde for catching him threatening one of the school geeks. According to the Rules of Douchebaggery, doing said act on a school jock wouldn't get you a beating; the very least you'll get is said jock humiliating you every chance he gets. There was something that Kyle did to be on top of Mark’s death list, too bad the former didn't know what it was.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” Kyle shouted, getting off the ground and stomped towards Mark, refusing to back down. The room was getting silent, and Clyde was screaming at the boys to ‘stop all this roughhousing bullshit!’ before he was shoved away by Douchebags 2 and 3.

“Don't play innocent, dipshit,” the blonde snarled. And just like that he punched Kyle square in the jaw. Kyle stumbled towards the dining room table and was yanked by the collar by Mark. The redhead kneed him in the balls, causing him to shout in agony, before grabbing him by the back and waist, flipping the athlete to the ground. Kyle tried holding him down before taking a blow on the back the head, nearly losing consciousness as he was shoved back to the ground. Behind Mark was one of the other guys holding a solid metal stool at the legs, and Kyle quickly held his arms to his face as Mark continued punching him with an audible growl. Mark's crew then backed him up and attacked Kyle; and the redhead screamed and squirmed as he felt balled-up fists and steel-toed boots invading his entire body. Kyle felt helpless; it was no use, it was three against one. At this rate, all he could do was give in to the world of pain, and give to the screams of fear from the other teens in the room, who were either yelling at the gang to stop, or running away from this terrifying moment.

This is it. I'm going to fucking die.

Then it happened. One of the guys let out a yelp as he was pulled away, the dim lights inside the living room returning to Kyle’s eyes. His arms were still covering his face, even after Douchebag 2 ran towards the boy who would save Kyle's life. Kyle seized the opportunity, and grabbed Mark by the back of his neck and with all his strength, he punched him straight in the eye, making the blond throw his head back with a shout. He got off of Mark, and turned around to see Cartman, screaming a colorful sorts of profanities as he slammed Douchebag 2 to the table; meanwhile the third Douchebag was on the floor, barely recovering from Cartman's chokehold.

“Cartman!” shouted Kyle, as he ran to the other teen. Cartman threw Douchebag 2 to the floor, and glanced at Kyle with slightly knit eyebrows and glossy eyes, before carefully taking his hand, “You okay?”

Kyle let out a weak cry, and took his hand away with a hiss. Cartman stared at Kyle's hand; the skin turned red from all of the punching, and his knuckles were slotted with wet stains of blood. Just a second later he turns to see Mark running towards him and Kyle. “Look out!”

Before Kyle could register what was happening, Cartman got in front of him and grabbed Mark by the wrists, turning the blonde around and slamming him against the wall. One of them knocked over a lamp, causing it to fall and dissolve to glassed bits. “Who the fu-” Mark muted for a second and squirmed against the brunette, but Cartman kept his wrists against the wall. But seeing that the blonde showed no fear, and his face was an eerily red from anger, there was no telling if he would surrender. “Who the fuck are you supposed to be? His boyfriend?”

Before Cartman could say anything, he felt Kyle touch him in the shoulder, “Cartman, we have to leave now.” The redhead’s voice cracked a bit, and he glanced at Clyde calling the police department. “Eric, please,” he pleaded, shaking the other boy a little, before he felt Cartman shift stiffly. The brunette continued to stare grimly at Mark, who then smirked at the two before letting out a dark chuckle. As Kyle and Cartman hurried towards the front door (with Kyle having to drag the other boy out of his trance), the jock murmured with malice, “See you queers later…”

~x~

“Ow! Fuck!”

“Shit, sorry dude. Here. Let me do it slower.”

Kyle nodded before Cartman tried again - he dabbed the redhead’s open wound with the alcohol-induced cotton swab in swift motion - not pressing too hard, but enough for the swab to collect bits of Kyle's blood.

The drive back to the Broflovski residence was over a half-hour. The second the two step foot into the empty house they had made their way into the family bathroom, and Cartman insisted Kyle to relax on top of the toilet seat while he got a stool nearby. They haven't talked much as Kyle was getting treated, and instead the redhead stared at Cartman as he took a bandage out the First Aid kit. The brunette apparently took his coat off before he came back, with Kyle's own jacket folded up and placed at one side of the bathtub. Just like his companion, he has bruises on his debauched arms and face. Kyle’s lips were still sealed shut; not wanting to disturb the peaceful silence, but also wanted to know what the brunette was doing before the fight.

As if he read his mind, Cartman finally spoke up, “I caught Token smoking in his car and decided to talk to him for a bit.”

‘Huh. So he was outside Clyde's house the whole time,’ thought the other boy. Though to be fair, Kyle wasn't paying too much attention with his own timing.

“Then he brought up that Mark kid for some reason, apparently he used to hang out with him and his other friends everyday after football practice. But after a while it turns out that they only wanted Token for his money; surprise, surprise. So Token dropped him like an expired Taco Bell coupon. And then one day after school Mark and those asskissers tried to beat him up, and Token said that he was wrongly accused for sneaking a bag of crack near Mark's stuff in the locker room. Mark was suspended shortly after the investigation, and he's been physically violent ever since.” He punctuated his monologue by placing a bandage on Kyle's last visible wound.

“It turns out that the bag of weed belong to neither Mark or Token, and someone was fucking with Mark's feelings without him knowing it. You remember Chad, right?”

“You mean the shitstain who hit me with a stool? Yeah, I remember…” Kyle reached for the back of his head again to make sure it wasn't bleeding. Thank God that blow didn't do too much damage.

“Well a few weeks ago Token was heading home when he caught Chad smoking marijuana near the train tracks. It's been only five days since Mark was permanently kicked off the football team…”

“Jesus Christ,” whispered Kyle. The fact that a close friend of the former football player was ruining his life as they speak, for shits and giggles nonetheless, was incredibly low.

“Those guys were on your ass for too long, Kyle. And I...shit. I wish I would've known sooner, before they got their dirty hands on you…” the brunette stopped for a moment to cover his eyes with his right hand.

Kyle shifted closer to the other boy, “Eric…”, he then tried to pry Cartman's chubby hands away from his face, and the first thing he saw were sky blue orbs, wet with his own tears. Kyle caught one drop with his thumb and wiped it away, all while examining Cartman’s face. There was no permanent damage; but the small blotches were still there (they were most noticeable below his right eye and left cheek) along with the small, bright red daub just below his nose. He kissed the first healing scar, making sure his lips doesn't press fully on it, before moving to his nose. Cartman decided to loosen up, accepting the redhead’s reverence. He froze completely when those full, chapped lips pressed against his, and once he was sentient again he parted his own mouth to deepen the kiss.

How did we come this far? Then, we fought each other, but now, we fight together…

Talk about irony.

There was no guarantee if they would stick together on the long run, but they would not use this time to worry about the probability. They have each other to count on, and as long as they stick together, everything would be alright.

No matter what happens, we'll both be okay. We'll all be okay.

In the meantime though, they needed a good explanation about all of this when Mr. Donovan comes home.

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album review

“pray for the wicked” -- panic! at the disco [2018]

the highly anticipated sequel to the commercially successful “death of a bachelor” album by emo pop punk gone alternative band panic! at the disco is here, and i decided that it would be the perfect start for my new album review segment. i’ll break this down track by track in a moment, but first, some background and overall impressions.

although i can’t call myself a longtime panic! fan as i only really discovered their entire discography less than a year ago, i definitely enjoy their music a lot. i’m kind of glad that i wasn’t there from the start, since i was able to really enjoy “death of a bachelor” when i first found it without having any attachment to their previous sound, since i hadn’t heard it before. if you saw my chaotic rant about p!atd a few days ago, i ranked my favourite albums of theirs, “a fever you can’t sweat out” taking the top spot with “death of a bachelor” in second. from what i’ve seen within the fandom, this seems to be an unpopular opinion since they’re so different. since i absolutely love these two very different eras of panic!, and i figured that this put me in a perfect place to await “pray for the wicked”; i felt ready for basically any sound and i also felt like brendon was really going to hit his prime as the sole remaining member of panic! especially after a “début” of sorts with “death of a bachelor.”

however, as a whole, i felt let down by this album, especially after such promising singles. although there were many positives in “pray for the wicked”, it was also riddled with problems all throughout. here’s my opinion on each track along with my analysis of what went right and what went wrong on this album.

#1 -- “(fuck a) silver lining”

when this song was first released a while ago along with “say amen (saturday night)” i really only thought it was “okay”. i think that compared to the big roaring chorus and instrumentation on the other track, this one fell sort of short. however, after more listens, i really came to appreciate the bass in the verses, the brass on the chorus, as well as the vocal hook on the chorus, which i initially didn’t like because the lyrics “fuck a” felt awkward to me -- now, however, i feel like i’ve absorbed the beat of it a little more and i actually really enjoy it. also, it took me several listens to hear brendon’s high notes in the ending chorus since i was initially so irked by and hung up on the “awkward” lyricism, but they’re absolutely incredible. say what you will about his music, but this man can sing. the whole idea of this song, of nothing ever being good enough or totally okay despite silvers linings also really grew on me. overall, i think this is one of the strongest tracks on the album and it’s definitely a song that i’ve been and will continue coming back to listen many times around.

#2 -- “say amen (saturday night)”

i was very glad this song came on right after “(fuck a) silver lining”, because this one impressed me right off the bat and still does to this day. the vocals are clean, the subtle guitar fits very well, and the brass in the chorus works within the heavy alternative beat in this amazing way that p!atd can do. the long high note is obviously impressive as hell, but i also feel like the bridge’s low notes deserve some praise too. this track feels like a strong evolution from the style in many “death of a bachelor” songs, such as “emperor’s new clothes” and “crazy=genius” which are among my favourite panic! songs of all time partially due to their thickly produced alternative choruses. i think this is truly the song that got me the most excited for the new album because it’s so grand and well-mixed. it was smart of brendon to release this one first, commercially speaking, as it got really positive reviews. sadly, i feel like it ultimately came to bite him in the ass as hardly any other songs on “pray for the wicked” were able to live up to this one. 

#3 -- “hey look ma, i made it”

here’s where we unfortunately start getting into some problems. the album was obviously going very well so far, but i was especially excited for the first song that i had yet to hear, and man, was i ever let down. i feel like since this is a positive anthem with a shoutout to his mom, fans will jump all over this song; not me, sorry. we have some lukewarm vocals over a synth riff that just doesn’t do it for me at all, and a simple mellow pop beat, which is really not typical of panic! who i’ve always found to have excellent percussion, or else enough of the other things to make up for weaker drums. i also find the lyrics weak and tacky, your usual motivational, shrug off the haters and follow your dreams song. the vocal melody, especially, in the verses, is beyond dull to me. i really don’t like the “boo-hoo” before the chorus -- that’s probably what i detest the most about this track. i know it’s meant to be funny and it’s obviously sarcastic, and who doesn’t love sarcasm, right? this, however, isn’t sarcasm done right; it’s sarcasm done lazily and stupidly. brendon could have come up with a clever line or something like we all know he can, but no, we’ve got “boo-hoo”. i don’t like the trap-inspired beat on the second pre-chorus and the final chorus either; it doesn’t fit the song. i can’t say that there are many panic! at the disco songs that i would skip when listening to an album, but this is certainly one of them, unfortunately.

#4 -- high hopes

i enjoyed this one a lot when it first came out, since i get major “death of a bachelor” vibes from it. although it encorporates many aspects of mainstream pop (which isn’t inherently a bad thing of course) such as the clicking percussion in the intro, it is done well because it is cohesive with the rest of the production, notably a far more varied vocal melody, a hook that’s actually catchy, and excellent brass, all of which the previous track on the album totally lacked. although this is another motivational anthem, the lyrics aren’t awkward to me and the rhymes flow far better; they feel natural rather than forced (a fairly common problem on many tracks of this album). i think for me the vocals really make this song, as well as again, that heavy chorus. i love that acapella bit near the end, then the entrance of another typical pop build up for the rest of that chorus before finally landing into the chorus’s final renditions. i’ll stress this again: the drums, horns, and vocal melody are crafted well enough to surround and embellish the mainstream pop aspects of this song, make it different, and increase its substance; that, to me, is what alternative music is all about. this is also among the strongest tracks on the album for me.

#5 -- roaring 20s

the start of this song really caught me off guard, but i immediately had a good impression about it. i’m really gonna discuss the lyrics on this one because i’m super conflicted on it. immediately i got a “don’t threaten me with a good time” vibe, especially with the phrase “this is the strangest of summers” and the previous lyrics. however, the following lyric, “maybe i’ll medicate, maybe inebriate” is super problematic for me; this is one of those instances where the rhyme feels forced and a bit basic. same with “maybe i’ll smile a bit, maybe the opposite” -- i mean the syllables are counted just right, the words are similar and simple... it just feels extremely weak to me, as if literally any novice songwriter could have written it. i find the pre-chorus very good, and the ensuing hook “this is my roaring 20s” is fine as well, but let’s talk about “roll me like a blunt ‘cause i wanna go home”; i hate it, i think it’s absolutely stupid and it could have been tweaked just a tad to make sense (i mean, it comes up later as “roll me a blunt ‘cause i wanna go home” which makes a hell of a lot more sense and could have a deeper meaning -- is he only at home when he is high? it would totally work as the regular chorus line for the whole song if the vocal melody was altered just a tad). it’s unfortunate because i was willing to overlook the simple rhymes earlier because sonically, i find this song very catchy and unique (love the 20s vibe), but man, those lyrics... i will say this, though: it has been bothering me far less with more listens -- the sound is gradually making up for the poor lyricism everywhere (it only gets worse with the second verse). time for a huge positive score though, probably the best thing that came out of a non-single song on this entire album for me: the slowed down, 20s take on the second last chorus. i find it so incredible, well-placed within the song, and perfectly executed. it sounds authentic enough but somehow also fitting in a modern alt pop album -- i don’t know how he does it. for me, it makes the entire song worth listening to; i soldier on through the shit verse lyrics just to hear what i find to be a huge sonic achievement for not just this song or album, but for panic! in general. as i mentioned earlier, there’s also that modified lyric in the chorus that sounds far better. i kind of wish that every chorus had been like that sonicallt, but i don’t know if it would have had the same incredibly exciting effect that it had on me the first time i heard it; thanks to that, this track is the only non-single one that i’ve really been listening a lot. also, a little sidenote i just thought of: this is really the “stay frosty royal milk tea” of this album for me; i really like it sonically but the lyric issues are cringey -- let’s hope i can eventually overlook them as i mostly have with the fall out boy track.

#6 -- dancing’s not a crime

this song kicks off with a really exciting vibe aside from the obnoxious chopped electronic sample -- i like the guitar and brass as well. i’m really not a fan of the chorus, i mean lyrically it’s weak, but as i’ve been stressing this entire time, if you have enough of everything else to embellish a weaker part of a song, it can work, especially with the amount of layers there are in alternative music thanks to heavy production; here though, it just doesn’t work for me, as the drumming and bass are pretty weak as well. i’m not a fan of brendon’s vocals on the chorus either, he sounds like he is straining too much (i have heard people give the same complaint about “high hopes” and a few other p!atd songs on other records as well, which i can understand, but i guess it’s really up to personal interpretation because i personally love the vocals on “high hopes”). i think my biggest problem with this entire song is that i find it very tacky. i understand that he was sort of going for a broadway vibe on certain parts of this album, which works in some places and not at all in others; this is one of those “others”. the issue isn’t really that the song’s about dancing which in and of itself has come to be seen as a tacky theme in music; it’s more so a lack of effort in trying to make it not tacky that saddens me. the brendon that we’ve seen over the years has written of pretty common themes in music such as sex, cheating in relationships, drugs, and partying in general, but has done so in such refreshing unique ways. i’ve personally always admired his ability to make a party song that’s always a bit “too deep” to be your typical party song -- a prime example of that, again, is “don’t threaten me with a good time”; sure, it’s goofy at times, but it’s clever and it also has this dark, almost sad undertone, as if conveying already the regrets of the following days. here, however, i hear only a surface level song that tries too hard to be a jam and not hard enough to be an actually well-rounded song.

#7 -- one of the drunks

what i just talked about in terms of party related lyrics applies very well again to this track. the verse is very basic and very un-panic!-ish -- to me it sounds like something maroon 5 would write (and i really don’t mean that as a compliment). the guitar and beat in the chorus are alright, they’re mellow but in a good way this time -- i honestly don’t really have any particular problems with the chorus, but it’s also nothing special either. another one of my issues with these verses though is the very short, choppy statements; i mean, he’s not even writing fucking sentences. if you’re into that, then it’s okay i guess, but personally i like full or half sentences rather than just individual or very small groups of words just being sort of tossed around, you know? i like a cohesive statement; doesn’t have to be a story with perfect flow, but i don’t mind some sense of time and direction rather than feeling as though i am floating around in this cloud of space where words are just being chucked at me left and right with what seems to be very little thought behind them. this style of lyricism also reminds me of lots of current trap and trending hip/hop, which i find to be very weak genres lyrically-speaking. i think this song also tried to convey that “hidden sadness/depth within the party song” that i mentioned earlier, and although i do kind of feel it in the chorus, i find the vocals and production don’t convey it as well as they could have. i don’t like the bridge, but it does make that last chorus pop a hell of a lot more. this one isn’t a song i’d purposely skip, but it wouldn’t really be my first choice to listen to at any point either.

#8 -- the overpass

again, another track with an extremely promising start. that brass, those bongos... and then our typical high energy p!atd breakdown, followed by some awesome vocals and bass -- i mean i was feeling very good about this song, probably better than any other non-single start that i’d heard on the album thus far. i like the sound of the chorus, but i wouldn’t call it grand either -- i’m also not a fan of the repetition right at the start: “meet me, meet me, at the overpass, at the overpass”. i know brendon is clever enough to fill that in with some variation; it feels lazy. the vocal run before the bridge is clean and beautiful, yet the strings (which i felt lacked both quality and quantity on this album in general) on the bridge reminds me a bit of a watered down “(fuck a) silver lining” and i dislike the way brendon articulates those lyrics. although it isn’t super impressive and got a pretty positive reaction out of me initially mostly because it’s preceded by two bummers and a problematic fave, this is honestly not a bad song. there isn’t too much that’s really “wrong” with it (as you saw, i was being pretty fucking nitpicky), though of course, “not a bad song” is not a great compliment in comparison to what we are used to saying about panic!’s work.

#9 -- king of the clouds

despite being the shortest track on “pray for the wicked”, this song undoubtedly makes up in quality what it lacks in length. i was initially annoyed at brendon for dropping a fourth single since we already knew that the album was only going to be eleven songs and it was coming out in like a week anyways, so i tried to boycott it so as not to spoil the album for myself -- two minutes later i was listening, and i fell so hard for this absolute jam that i couldn’t even be angry. the acapella intro with all those layers sounds heavenly, especially as i am lucky enough to own a solid pair of beats headphones through which to experience it. that electric guitar lick hooked me immediately and i was just immersed in this song from then on out. heavy alternative production dominates, reminiscent for me of "friction”, “gold”, “smoke and mirrors”, “i’m so sorry”, and a few others off of imagine dragons’s “smoke + mirrors” album, a deliberately overproduced alternative record that just so happens to be my personal favourite of all time. the roaring chorus just demands to played at full blast. the lyrics are decent; not as existential as brendon intended them to be, but catchy nonetheless. the “below the sun” rhyme sounds, again, a bit forced, but within such a powerful track i can forgive it. the strings are really awesome here (probably their best spot in the entire album), and the outro vocals are great as well. this all sort of brings on an interesting idea for me; if you’ve been keeping up with panic! lately, you may have heard brendon discuss the making of “king of the clouds” and the fact that it was created very quickly and added to the album only an hour before their due date. for some reason, it just bothers me that my favourite and one of strongest songs on the album was created in so little time, whereas tracks like “hey look ma, i made it” were done way before and are far inferior in quality to me. it begs the question of what the fuck was he doing the entire time before the creation of “king of the clouds”? i mean “say amen (saturday night)” and other previously mentioned songs are strong and i can see time being dedicated to writing and producing them, obviously, but if it took brendon the rest of that time (aka any time way longer than it took him to make “king of the clouds” and the other strong songs) to craft something like “dancing’s not a crime”, i'd say that’s honestly kind of sad. i don’t mean to insult brendon’s work ethic; i just find that for the creativity that we know he still has to this day thanks to the “death of a bachelor” album as well as songs like “king of the clouds”, it’s disheartening to see final products like the mediocre at best songs i’ve described above. anyway, this is my personal favourite song off the entire album, i think it’s very well done.

#10 -- old fashioned

after what i just wrote on brendon, i feel kind of guilty because i love and respect him so much, so i really wish i had something nice to say right now about this next song... yet we open on this low horn type sound that i’m really not a fan of. thankfully it fades into the background, making place for a verse with a guitar style that sounds like it was sampled directly from the second verse of “say amen (saturday night)” -- the lyrics are okay in the beginning, yet the chorus is weak and the strings don’t fit the rest of the song at all. the “dead and gone so long, seventeen so gone” hook sounds like everything that is wrong with current mainstream pop. then for the bridge, we mix this broadway-like sound with nice brass, which works, but then we’ve also got the “say amen (saturday night)” type guitar and our current basic beat, getting this strange combination that really doesn’t work sonically for me. also, “get boozy”? like... really? i’m sorry, but to me that’s a pretty pathetic bridge. overall, this song is just not very exciting, and i don’t understand the thought behind so many of the sonic transitions, especially that final chorus. this is among the worst on the album for me.

#11 -- dying in la

my immediate thought with this one was “good on panic! for ending on a ballad again” as it really worked on their last album. this track begins relatively well with some nice piano (a little too broadway for my taste, but i can understand the appeal) and good vocals. however, it quickly goes downhill from there for me. maybe it’s because i was expecting another “impossible year” which is an incredibly difficult feat to top, and maybe it’s because i prefer mournful themes to dreaming, hopeful ones. either way, this song really fell short for me. i was good with it despite the cheesiness until the “dying in la” line where brendon hikes up his vocals -- i find it to be completely unnecessary and a huge turn off for the song. yes, he had been channelling his inner broadway on the album but it was subtle; this time all i could think of was some cheesy dreamer’s musical, with this song being the main character’s turnaround point where they then get shot into the wonderful life of stardom thanks to all their hard work and the fact that they believe! ...awful. i just can’t do it. i know this song is meant to be sad by talking about all these washed up people who came to this big city with their larger-than-life ambitions and simply turned into partiers, drug addicts, or whatever. it’s really a great idea for a theme and i would love a song about that, but broadway musical style is not the way to do it. the entrance of the strings really just kind of ended it right then and there for me; it felt like it was trying so hard to be dramatic, while i was sitting here just rolling my eyes. obviously brendon’s vocals are good, but i just can’t deal with the childishness of this song. this level of cheesiness is (and to me, has always been) beyond brendon; he’s always just been so above that, better than this. “impossible year” is somewhat cheesy, yet it’s way more raw and real than this staged shit. i don’t know, i feel like the fans are going to fall for this one as well because it’s meant to be sad and it’s the only ballad on there. for me, all it did was make me feel this aching melancholy for the better p!atd slow songs, such as “the end of all things” or “far too young to die”.

overall, the strong points in “pray for the wicked” for me truly laid in the singles and a couple of other songs. general layered production was decent though a bit muddy at times, the use of brass, horns, etc. within a variety of beats was admirable and refreshing despite it not paying off each time, and the overall cohesiveness of the album is the only thing it has on “death of a bachelor” which is a bit all over the place in terms of musical style. i think that it is really thanks to the consistent utilisation of those trumpets, saxophones, etc. that “pray for the wicked” feels more like an album.

however, the negative points in “pray for the wicked” aren’t few or small enough to simply overlook quickly. yes the album is cohesive, but as a whole it is relatively forgettable, with very few standout songs. there is an unfortunate immaturity and simplicity in terms of lyricism and some sonic aspects of the album that i’ve never really seen from brendon, which is really disappointing for me. certain songs also blatantly outshined others, which would be fine if those “others” weren’t as weak as they are; it’s as if all efforts were thrown into a select few songs and the rest were just tossed in there for length. although i praised the use of brass throughout the album for its uniqueness and its ability to make the whole thing sound far more collected than their previous album, i also think that it might have been overused, as it was dragged into settings (notably beats and some strings and synth arrangements) that really did not require it or sound good with it at all. 

i could see this album growing on me as i listen to it some more, since i find myself to become a bit of a “lazy listener” if that makes sense; to a certain extent, i’ll absorb the awkward lyrics, weird sounds, etc. and sort of set them aside and just listen, if there’s enough of a song to salvage despite all those mistakes. “roaring 20s” for example is so catchy that i’ve already been listening to it a lot and really liking it, whereas i don’t know if i could ever genuinely enjoy “hey look ma, i made it” or “old fashioned” at all since for me the blunders in those are just too prominent and/or numerous. only time will tell, i guess.

in terms of my ranking for this album in comparison to the rest of p!atd’s work, i’d rank “pray for wicked” last along with “pretty. odd.” (which i don’t even like to count in my book because it’s just not so my style at all that i feel guilty judging its quality).

essentially i had been hoping for further evolution from the great sound of “death of a bachelor” and the singles made “pray for the wicked” seem really promising; unfortunately the rest of the album fell extremely short for me.

i’ll probably get murdered by fans for this, but my final rating for this album is a 4.5/10.

i think i’ll keep doing some more of these in-depth track and album reviews like this with both new releases and old favourites. if there’s anything you’d like me to review (even if it’s not in my tags at all), feel free to just drop a song or album in my ask anytime and i’ll get it up there asap, obviously crediting you in the process.

---mel 

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[ashaywalker-author]

Natural Instinct - Chapter 7 (Poe Dameron/Reader Fic)

SUMMARY: Reader and Poe take a night to rest before continuing their search for BB-8 in the morning.

WARNINGS: NSFW (foreplay), language

PAIRING: Poe Dameron/Reader

A/N: I've been sick, the Last Jedi destroyed me, and I wrote a chapter for all our thirsty asses. Go nuts. By the way, the comments and likes I've recieved in this story are absolutely amazing and I seriously ADORE all of you.

CHAPTER INDEX:  1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

7 – The Guestroom Above Ergel’s Bar

The sun was gone before Poe could finish the repairs on the speeder, and despite our need for haste, I was grateful for a respite. It had been nearly a week since I’d been able to sleep well, and Poe, despite worrying for the fate of his droid, was practically dead on his feet. We needed our rest, and Ergel was kind enough to offer us the guestroom above his bar for the night, where the bed was actually a bed and not a tied-up sheet stuffed with sand and bits of Thissermount mane. There were even two basins of lukewarm water provided for a sponge bath, and I went first while Poe waited outside the room, scrubbing away what I could. The water I wrung out into the basin was nearly black from a coat of sand, sweat, and whatever I had taken with me from the Finalizer. I didn’t want to have to put my putrid clothes back on, and so decided to scrub them off in the basin as well, determining that wet and semi-clean was better than dry clothes that smelt like Bantha fodder. Still stark naked, I heard a knock on the guestroom door that made me jump.

“(Y/N)?” It was Poe. “I have something for you. Ergel apparently ran down to your outpost while you bathed and brought back a set of clothes.”

Ergel. He was probably the one thing on this entire planet I would miss when I left. I would have to say goodbye in the morning before we left, although I still wasn’t sure how I would go about it. He had stood in as a bit of a surrogate father, without anyone asking him to, or any expectations of his own.

“Okay,” I said, tip-toeing to the door, my skin already springing up gooseflesh.

I hid on the other side of the door, opened it a crack, and motioned for Poe to hand me the articles. He wiggled them through the small opening, our fingers touched, and I quickly released the door. Did he know I was naked? Probably not. A small, devious part of me wanted to make a game of it, but I was too shy to follow through.

Gratefully, I slipped on dry, clean clothes, the only other pair I owned. And I felt marvelous.

“What about you?” I asked, after pulling the new shirt down my head and smoothing it across my stomach.

“Ergel is lending me something,” he said through the door. “I imagine they’ll be too big, but I’ll take it.”

We switched off, me leaning on the door, trying to keep myself from imagining what was happening on the other side. The customers downstairs were noisy, so I couldn’t hear anything. Probably a good thing; if I heard clothes dropping or water dripping, it woul land my mind in some places dirtier than my old bathwater. I played with my fingers, drumming them against one another, finding myself getting hot and bothered for no reason, other than that Poe Dameron was probably naked on the other side of a metal door and I truly wanted nothing more in that moment than to touch him. I’d been craving it since we laid together just the previous night, where I had woken up in the same spot, his arm wrapped around me, cradling me like I was something to hold onto. I hadn’t felt this needy even when I almost had sex with Dreckan, and that was with a crazy amount of alcohol in my system. If I were playing it safe, I ought to go back to my outpost now, before Poe and I were side by side with too much privacy and a bed beneath us. But I didn’t want to play it safe. I wanted to let whatever happened happen, even if it was nothing, because knowing that I could have run from something was an option far less desirable.

Wrapped up in my thoughts and the rowdiness happening below, I didn’t have time to react when Poe opened the door and I fell back without it. When I looked up, Poe was stooped above me, shirtless, the waistband of his pants hanging low so that the rigid space between his oblique muscles and hips showed.

“Sorry,” he said.

“It’s fine,” I pushed myself up, trying to breathe the flush out of my skin. “I didn’t hear you coming.”

I was bringing myself up off the floor when I felt Poe grab my hands in his and yank me upward. He gave such a tug that I stumbled into him, ripping my hands from his grasp to break my fall against his chest. My palms laid flat against him, feeling his skin, the leftover chill from the water, even the bounce of his heart which felt oddly close in quickness to mine.

“Sorry again,” he said, with a grin that spoke volumes of how unapologetic he was.

“Really?” I said, testing the waters. “I don’t think you are.”

“Yeah, true; I’m really not.”

He said those words so lowly that it made my whole mouth go dry. Whatever comeback I had was swallowed up when he kissed me. However needy I felt outside the door, Poe doubled it, tripled it in mere moments. His lips were a wildfire against mine, unapologetic. He gripped me tightly, but it wasn’t tight enough, not when I felt like I wanted to meld into him completely. Whatever fear had turned me off from Dreckan was abolished, and I was kissing Poe back, hard, sloppy, biting that lower lip of his that he loved to chew on himself. I made him moan, the sound like a sigh through his nose. The mere fact that I did that made my fever grow.

A moment later Poe had his hands on my butt and was yanking my thighs upward. I helped him, straddling those half-naked hips so that he could lead me to the bed and I could focus on lips, so smooth and rich under my tongue. My back flopped against the mattress, but I didn’t break the seal I had on him, yanking him down further, threading my fingers through his messy curls so that he had no choice but to press his face further into mine. He responded better than I ever could have hoped, the tugging on his hair egging him on even more.

“That feels so good,” he said, the words themselves just as addicting as his kisses. “You feel so good.”

When I melted, he took over, sucking on my tongue in a way that felt so dirty but so incredible at the same time. I wanted to dissolve into the sensations, the way his stubble stabbed at my chin and cheeks, the weight he put into my palms when he threaded our fingers together and pressed my hands into the mattress on either side of my head. I was panting freely when his lips left mine and he turned my head to the side, nibbling gently on my earlobe, kissing down my neck. I pressed up into him and he took the opportunity to slide and arm behind my back and hold me there, my clothed breasts perking up into his bare chest and the sensitive space between my collarbones bare for him to suck against.

“Have you ever been touched like this?” he asked, breathing the words against my skin.

I shook my head.

“Have you ever felt like this before?”

I shook my head again. “No.”

“You want to know something terrible?” he laid me flat on the bed again, taking a breather to look me in the eyes.

I looked back, unafraid. “What?”

“I’m glad.”

I nodded, telling him simply that I understood. “What about you?”

He smoothed the hair away from my face, letting his fingers dance across my cheek. “I’ve had sex, but even in the act it hasn’t held a candle to this.” His touched trailed down to where the collar of my shirt ended, my cleavage just an inch from his fingers. “I told you, baby. You’re special.”

Every word added that much more to my fire, to an intensity that left me so suddenly fearless, and with all my might I flipped him over until I was straddling his waist from above and he was lying beneath. I felt powerful, for the first time, and it was so. Fucking. Good.

I started at his throat, slowly, inching around, doing everything I could think of to get him to want me more. I brought a knee in between his legs and stroked at his groin with it, dragging the leg up and then down again, feeling just how hard he truly was.

“Dammit,” he whispered.

I continued to let my knee stroke him, pulling at his locks to further expose his neck. With every stroke I was becoming more and more daring, and a burst of inspiration had me licking his neck from adam’s apple to the tip of his chin, scraping my tongue against his stubble. When I was about to return to his lips he stopped me by pressing two fingers between our mouths. I pulled back, confused when his fingers stayed against my lips, nudging them apart. It took me a moment to catch on, but when I did, I drew them into my mouth.

“There’s a girl,” Poe said when I went up and down with my mouth, curling my tongue between the digits, sucking greedily on his skin. “You’re a natural.”

I was surprised how much hotter I felt just sucking on his fingers, relishing in the intimacy, the salt on his hands and the callouses that felt hard and ridged against my tongue. A shockingly loud moan blew out my mouth and around his fingers when he reached down to cup me between my legs, swirling his palm. My knees buckled, the one stroking him slipping down at a much faster pace, making him gasp.

“You don’t have birth control implants on this planet, do you?” he asked, pulling his fingers away. I pinched them between my teeth on the way out, and he closed his eyes, breath increasing in intensity.

“No,” I said, trying not to sound too disappointed.

“That’s fine,” he said. “We’ll take care of that when we get back to base. For now, we should get some rest.”

His words hit me like a brick. At first, I felt angry, then sad, then embarrassed at myself. I continued to sit on him as he propped himself up on his elbows, not breaking eye contact.

“Sweetheart,” he said, pressing his forehead against mine. “I would love nothing more than to continue, but I don’t think that’s what either of us really want. I want to feel all of you, and I want you to feel all of me.”

I sighed, leaning into his forehead. “I know. Me too.”

He pulled back so that I could see his eyes, see the uneven, fiendish smile on his face. “When we get back to the Resistance and we can do this properly, trust me; I’m going to make you feel everything. You’re going to scream and be sore for days, and I’m going to relish every last second of it.”

“You promise?” I asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“I promise.”

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron x you #poe dameron imagine #star wars imagine #reader insert #poe dameron #oscar isaac #star wars

[buttercupbi]

Nygmobblepot Oneshot

for @umbrella-riddles @woss-y and @blot-s

au, set in late s4: sofia has taken over gotham and is hosting a masquerade ball for its criminal elite. however, some powerful people in the city want her dead, and, at least for now, they are all allies. along with some others, ed and oswald have reluctantly teamed up to help take her down, and have managed to sneak inside the ballroom.

Fingers struck the piano keys, and the waltz began. Couples rose from their tables, twirling in time with the music, and soon the room was a whirl of brightly coloured dresses and suits. Everyone’s eyes were on their partners; only two men were looking elsewhere. Unnoticed, Oswald Cobblepot and Edward Nygma danced among the crowd. They only stood out because they blended in, something that was usually impossible for either of them. They were both wearing plain black tuxedos, and shoes polished to a mirror shine. Oswald had given up his hair dye and let his hair go back to it’s natural blond, and Ed had forgone his glasses in favour of contacts. Oswald’s upper face was covered by a grey and white bird’s mask, and Ed had donned a brilliant orange one that looked like a fox. They were simple disguises, but they worked. They hadn’t gotten a single suspicious look all evening, apart from the ones they gave each other.

Edward was leading the waltz, almost dragging Oswald around the dance floor. His eyes were constantly on the crowd, whether to keep himself focused on the plan or to avoid having to meet Oswald’s gaze, neither man knew. Oswald was staring down hard at his shoes, as if he was trying to pin his feet to the ground with his eyes. For once, both men were thinking the same thing:

“Why the hell did I agree to this?”

It had been Lee’s idea, and it was quite ingenious really. Sofia would never suspect all who opposed her to work together, so that is exactly what they must do. At first, it seemed next to impossible. There were too many years of hatred and mistrust between them all, too many wounds that would never quite heal. But quickly everyone realised that the phrase, “The enemy of my enemy is my friend”, really applied. They all wanted to rule the city, but none of them would get anywhere close if Sofia was around. So, in the face of rule under Sofia Falcone, or a few weeks of working with people that might kill you given the opportunity… most people choose the latter. It was Gotham, after all. Lee had brought them all together and felt more than a little smug about it, so she quickly declared herself leader. A few eyebrows were raised, but nothing was said. The plan she came up with was simple but effective. Sneak into the ball and make it explode; nothing deadly, just enough to make an impact. She decided to send in just two from their group, as most of the work could be accomplished outside the ballroom. After some deliberation, she sent in the most unlikely pair. The two men she knew that Sofia would never suspect to work together.

Through her reasearch into Oswald, Sofia came across the name Edward Nygma, and the pair’s brief period of bliss. However, brief is the key word. From her perspective, things just went downhill for them, and went downhill quickly. The bigger half of their relationship seemed to consist of betrayal and murder and pain, so she quickly assumed that’s all there was left.

But love is a strange thing, that doesn’t really care how you want to feel, or what you should be feeling. It just stays there, a constant in your life. It always is, until one day, it is not. Neither man had reached that day yet, although both thought the day has come and gone.

There should be nothing left to say between them. And yet, there was. There was still a lump in Oswald’s throat that formed whenever he looked into Ed’s eyes, and Ed still had an instinct to reach out and comfort Oswald when he looked distressed. Oswald still knew that Ed took his tea lukewarm with just a drop of milk and three sugars, and Ed could tell if Oswald was about to snap before anyone else even noticed he was angry. Sofia didn’t know this, of course. She assumed that she was safe. Her security could easily take down Oswald if he arrived at the ball uninvited, and he would die here, alone, as she thought no one would be insane enough to help him. Pity she had never met Edward Nygma.

The plan was simple: sneak into the ball, blend in, mingle a little, dance. Drink champagne without a drop ever making it to your throat, and eat canapés only from plates that they’d seen other people eat from. Drop tiny nanite explosives in every potted plant, expensive vase and crack in the wall. Mingle some more. Actually drink some champagne, just for the nerves, Lee. Dance again. Avoid each other’s eyes.

And so far, the plan was working. Lucius Fox, with a little pleading from Bruce and a little threatening from Barbara, had hacked into the mansion’s security cameras. He had complete control over where they were looking, and was manoeuvring them away from Ed and Oswald every time they decided to plant an explosive. Jim and Harvey, having finally made up, assembled a team of trustworthy cops in order to get all of the innocents away from the bombs. Tabitha and Barbara tackled the security. A smile, a wink and bedroom eyes from one of them would distract a guard long enough to let the other subdue them and cart them away. Then they were replaced with one of Jim and Harvey’s team. Bruce and Selina were there, looking every bit the cute teen couple. Their job was to distract Sofia when she turned up, and to generally keep an eye on Edward and Oswald, to make sure they didn’t cause a scene. Lee, along with Alfred and Lucius, ran the control room. She had sent one of her patients from the Narrows to Sofia’s orphanage weeks before, and they had managed to get in contact with Martine. They gave him a note from Oswald, and that was all it took to convince him to find and steal Sofia’s schedule for the ball. Everything was running smoothly. The only variables were Ed and Oswald.

“You stood on my foot.”

Those were the first words Oswald had spoken to him all night. Ed sighed and muttered where Oswald could shove his foot, prompting a swift kick to his left ankle, and a muffled snicker from Lee in his earpiece. Ed scowled and muted himself from Lee, continuing to drag Oswald around the dance floor. His footwork didn’t improve, and they narrowly avoided another couple, and bumped into several waiters. At this, Oswald spoke up again.

“Do you even know how to dance?”

Despite himself, Ed blushed scarlet.

“It’s not my fault that I’m not a world champion at the waltz, Oswald” he replied, sounding far less annoyed than he wanted to, “Not all of us were taught bloody ballroom dancing as a child, you know.”

Oswald pursed his lips tight, remembering the time he had shown Ed his old family photo albums.

“Maybe not, but most civilised people can move their feet in a square pattern, Ed”, he whispered, aware of the prying eyes and ears.

Ed’s grip suddenly tightened around his waist, and he pulled him close, so that his lips were resting just at Oswald’s ear. He deftly reached up, and muted Oswald on Lee’s side too.

“Well, Oswald,” he began, “I thought you’d know better than anyone just how uncivilised I can get.”

No sooner than Ed had finished his sentence that Oswald felt the sharp pinch of a knife against his stomach. He kept the panic out of his movements and voice, but his laboured breathing gave him away.

“Oh, I know Ed. But I also know that you’d have to keep me this close to stab me without anyone noticing; the blood would definetly leak onto your new suit. And you so hate washing.”

Ed grinned and spun Oswald around, glad to finally be getting a reaction out of him. He hated being ignored.

“You’re right. The dance floor is perhaps not the best place for this. Maybe later,” he relented, closing the knife and slipping it into his pocket. Then he winked at Oswald.

Your move.

Oswald hid a smile at this offer of a cat and mouse game. It reminded him of breakfasts in the mansion, where he and Ed would sometimes act out interrogations that Oswald would be having later that day. Stolen money, an attack on his staff, GCPD drama, betrayal. The last one was Oswald’s favourite to act out, as the person who betrayed him was always some underling that was nothing but a name on the payroll to him. He could do whatever he wanted to them with not even the slightest hint of remorse. Oswald never would have dreamed that the man who pretended to betray him every breakfast, the man he trusted so completely, would one day betray in real life, just by not showing up for dinner.

Oswald immediately shoved these thoughts to the back of his mind and tried to get back to the task at hand. They had to be adults about this. And Oswald was trying, he really was trying, but it was so hard to keep a level head when Ed was pressed this close to him. He hadn’t loosed his grip since issuing that threat and Oswald couldn’t help but wonder if it was because he didn’t want to. He tried to calm his breathing, but every inhalation just pressed his chest even closer against Ed’s, and he could feel his heart in his throat. Every time Ed exhaled, his breath tickled at Oswald’s ear, and it took everything Oswald had not to react to it. He knew that if he looked into Edward’s eyes he would surely explode. With every stumbling movement it seemed that the gap between them grew smaller, and it soon it would become so small that he would have to rest his head against Ed’s shoulder. He shivered at the thought. Oswald needed a distraction, and fast. Thankfully, Ed lead him to bump against the buffet table again, and an idea jolted him back to his senses.

“Let me teach you how to dance”, he muttered, finally meeting Ed’s eyes. They were round with surprise, and he could see the question in them before it came out of his mouth.

“What’s in it for me?”, he whispered back, lightly running his fingers along Oswald’s neck. The discomfort he was causing his former friend clearly amused him.

Oswald pursed his lips and tried to stay calm as the pinkness in his cheeks threatened to give him away. He took a deep breath and replied in an even voice,

“Learning a valuable skill, for a start.”

The corner of Ed’s mouth twitched upward despite himself. It was such a tempting offer. But what would saying yes mean for them?

“For a start, huh?”, he mused, spinning Oswald around again, grinning at the frustration in his eyes. “What’s the finish?”

Oswald couldn’t help rolling his eyes at Ed’s latest attempt to confuse him. It was annoying at first, and now it was just amusing. He thought that he had him right in the palm of his hand. Oswald tried to keep the fondness out of his gaze and just shook his head at the other man.

Two can play at that game.

“Wait and see, Eddie”, he smiled.

Oswald took control of the dance, leading Ed around the floor in the proper movement, much to the relief of the waiters and nearby couples. Ed was too shocked to react, and so, allowed it to happen, simply trying to keep up with Oswald’s pace. He seemed to be in his element, almost gliding around the floor like a swan on the water. His bad leg offered up no hinderence, and he waltzed around the dance floor with a true smile on his face that threatened to split Ed in two. Ed tried to focus on something, anything else, but the ballroom just melted away, leaving him and Oswald alone.

It was terrifying. He felt like a fish out of water, finally failing at something that Oswald excelled at, and god it made him feel small. Anxiety started crushing him, choking him, as he stumbled over his own feet yet again. Oswald immediately picked up on this; and squeezed Ed’s arm tight.

“Focus on me”, he murmured, slowing down their pace, “Breathe in, and out, and know that everything is ok. I’m here, I’ll always be here.”

Despite himself, Ed followed Oswald’s instructions, and took a deep breath. He instantly felt better, but turned red at this reminder of how just well Oswald knew him.

“Thank you, Oswald”, he replied, letting his friend’s name leave his lips without malice for the first time in a long time.

“You’re welcome, Edward”, he said, and just like that, his name was no longer an insult.

The pair both breathed out a sigh of relief. A river had been crossed, now all they could do was move onto the next one.

“Follow my lead”, Oswald commanded, and took off once more, leading Ed, this time with more care, behind him.

“Make a box with your feet, in a pattern of eights. You’re good with patterns, you know them. You can do this.”

Ed swallowed loudly, and tried to keep the anxiety out of his voice as he spoke.

“My father would have killed me on the spot for this.”

Before Oswald could respond, Ed took charge of the dance again, repeating the pattern in his head until his feet got the picture and danced along. Oswald had many questions clogging up his mind, but rightfully decided that this was not the time or place to ask them. He simply sank into the dance, his feet barely touching the floor as he fell into step with Ed. The other man had picked it up pretty quickly, and Oswald couldn’t stop himself from smiling as it quickly became clear that they were dancing better than anyone else there. That was when he decided to let go. Let his worries, his pain, and sorrow go. Right here, right now he was living. Nothing else seemed to matter anymore; Oswald allowed Ed take him anywhere he pleased on this dance floor. He went right, Oswald went right. He sped up, Oswald sped up with him. They became one with the song, with the dance, and with each other. They continued like that until they had to separate, though Oswald was sad to be away from Ed’s warmth. When the song ended the chatter of the other couples filled their ears, and the ballroom rematerialised. He couldn’t help but smile at Ed, and Ed smiled back at him, filled with joy. They stood like that for a few moments, simply being together, until the crackle of Lee’s voice in their earpieces broke the spell. Oswald unmuted himself and sighed quietly, motioning for Ed to do the same. Lee’s voice filled his ear, panicking and broken. Ed’s face drained, and he stared at Oswald with a flicker of fear in his eyes.

Bruce and Selina were gone.

And Sofia was coming.

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LRTIHEW: Part Four

The title stands for “Longest Rusame Thing I Have Ever Written”.

First Chapter: https://gospacegay.tumblr.com/post/165808913233/lrtihew-part-one

Previous Chapter: https://gospacegay.tumblr.com/post/165835878803/lrtihew-part-three

There is swearing, fluff, eventual smut, insanity, and lord knows what else.

“Well... You have a lot of experience with this but... I was thinking of killing my president.” Alfred stated bluntly. Ivan was shocked to hear this, keeping his expression blank. “He can not be that bad, Alfred.” Ivan objected, feeling a sick mix of joy and concern. This was definitely a real name type of conversation. The possibility of international anarchy was somewhat exciting.

“He's stripping human rights, deregulating the market... He's a fucking monster. I need to kill him.” Alfred insisted, expression steeled. “Can you ah... what is it... impeach him?” Ivan asked, still knitting. “It's going to take a year to work, and... He needs to be out now. He wants to go to war with China. Fucking China. That dude is as tough as you are.” his guest fretted, clearly losing his cool.

This was serious. China would look for allies and Ivan would be torn from his comfortable neutrality. The global markets... Ivan didn't want to think about what a potential market crash would do for his already struggling citizens. “Okay. I will help you kill him.” the Russian agreed, keeping his regular demeanour.

“Oh thank you! You have no idea how stressed out I've been about this!” Alfred crooned, sweeping Ivan into a massive hug. Not certain what to do, the taller nation awkwardly patted America on the back. “It will be fine, yes?” he soothed, or hoped he did. He wasn't very good at these positive types of interactions. Released, the Russian settled back in his rocking chair.

“Oh I'm so excited! I was thinking, oh he's not gonna go for it or be a huge dick, but oh my god you're so chill about this!” Alfred squealed happily, bouncing all over the place. “Yes, I am chill, as you say. Now, how do you wish to kill him?” Russia answered calmly. “I want to rip his head off.” Alfred answered quickly, expression dreamy as he clearly imagined it. Ivan couldn't help but truly smile, seeing a kindred spirit of carnal destruction for a few seconds. Maybe they could be friends, someday.

After a long night of scheming and evil plans, the duo ordered takeout from the functioning half of Moscow. Dinner was fish with fries, a heaping helping of coleslaw on the side. The dessert squares turned out to be nanaimo bars, which were absolutely delicious. After killing the bottle of vodka, a mostly sober Ivan and a drunk Alfred decided to sleep.

With the power still off, Ivan's bedroom had turned into an icebox. Alfred was largely useless, still unable to hold his liquor after two centuries. Must be a trait he inherited from England. Dragging a mattress from a long abandoned guest bedroom, Ivan set it up in the warm living room. A few dusty blankets later, everything was ready.

Getting comfortable, the tall Russian looked over at his guest. “Where am I supposed to sleep big dummy?” Alfred slurred, slumped over the worn love seat. “Wherever you wish, though it is advisable to share the mattress. Body heat is wonderful for blizzard survival” Ivan answered, meaning it in the most platonic way possible. He had saved many lost and cold travellers in the past by keeping them awake and close. It was possible to freeze to death even inside structures, if the heat couldn't stay in effectively.

“I'm not layin' with you commie. Uh, not commie. Whatever.” Alfred complained, correcting himself mid insult. “I am curious America. You have not called me communist for almost a year. Perhaps you have gleamed my reasons for the soviet union?” Ivan wondered out loud, one of several questions that weighed on his mind.

“Communists are still evil, and capitalism will always prevail.” The tanned American argued predictably, then sighed. He looked remorseful a moment, continuing, “But I'm trying not to hold it against you anymore. You were starving at the time, or at least your people were. Starving people do crazy things, like kill the royal family, or start cult societies. Evil stupid cult societies.”

Ivan had been hungry prior to the massacre that triggered the soviet union. Hungry enough to kill, to do something regrettable. His precious Romanovs had ignored the signs. He loved them, he did and always would, but they had been so dense. They took little heed of his condition, presuming him to be sick, ignoring his warnings. They died for that sin, painfully and horribly.

“At least you understand that much.” Ivan whispered, glad someone understood even a sliver of his motives. Rationing the few pieces of firewood left, Ivan tossed a few on to keep the heat in the room alive. Sleep came quickly, the cold of day having sapped Ivan of his energy. He slept poorly, shivering  and getting up frequently to stoke the fire.

After an unknown amount of time Ivan woke to weak light of morning. The snow plastered windows filtered the room pale grey. A lukewarm America was wrapped tightly around him under the covers, still wearing that fluffy sweater. Fearing the worst, Ivan checked Alfred's pulse. It was much too slow. As dangerous as Ivan could get when enraged, he had no wish for people to die on his watch. Unless they particularly deserved it, life was indeed sacred.

The fire was completely dead today, the room plunged to hair raising temperatures. If Ivan was feeling uncomfortable in this environment, it could kill his temperate to subtropical guest. Using a newspaper as kindling, Ivan built the fire up again and started boiling water. Alfred was still unconscious, pulse low. “Please wake up America.” Russia muttered anxiously, taking off his treasured scarf and winding it around the other nation's neck and face. Desperate, he resorted to holding his guest close and attempting to rub heat into his back. He had to react to something!

After twenty fearful minutes, a very groggy America came back to life. “Never coming back here again.” he coughed, looking exhausted. Relieved, Ivan brought him a fresh extra strong coffee. “Drink, America. It is warm.” he urged, not giving the younger man a choice. “I am glad you are not dead. Your soon-to-be-murdered boss would be very displeased with my government.” Ivan commented once Alfred was fully revived.

“You mean... you still want to help? I thought all the plans were drunk talk.” Alfred answered, looking very happy. “This act will bind us as comrades.” Ivan purred, quite pleased. “What do you mean? Why are you acting like a bond villain?” Alfred demanded, looking apprehensive. “We will be friends, yes? Then you can return a big favor for me!” Ivan explained, letting his inner glee seep through his normally flat expressions.

“I'm not killing Putin. Even if he is a jerk.” Alfred refused, munching on freezing cold bread from the kitchen. “No, silly American. You will not bring harm to my boss. He is mine.” Russia replied with ease, not bothering to disguise his dark possessive nature towards the end. “Oooh, crushing much on the Putinator. You know hes getting old right?” Alfred teased, ignoring the warnings like always. Ivan scowled but said nothing. His favorite strong willed leader aging less than gracefully was a concern gnawing at the back of his mind.

After a cold breakfast of cereal and breads, the duo set to work shoveling out the front door. It took three hours of labor, but the punishing blizzard had finally settled in the night. The amber glow of street lamps came closer, humming to life one city block at a time. Finally, Ivan's house was live again. It was just in time for both of them to have hot showers before heading to the airport. They separated peacefully at the waiting area, for Alfred had a military jet on stand by.

They would not physically see each other again for many months. Convening too often would arouse suspicion, outside their normal boxes of behavior. While not dead, Alfred's president was almost immediately absent from office, horrendously ill. Ivan knew the man would be sleeping most days, vomiting and becoming blistered. The pain of the blisters would drive him to assured madness. He would eventually die, when his heart gave out from the stress. Ivan knew this intimately.

During the cold war, Ivan had entirely embraced the hate and darkness within. His people produced nuclear bombs, rockets, and guns never seen before. They also engineered insidious diseases, all of which ever left a laboratory. Strains of disease so virile they had to seal the files for then underground in hidden bunkers. The particular strain infecting the American president was so obscure, it's name was stripped from soviet records. It had a fatality rate of eighty percent, they highest they ever tested on dogs.

Although the president's death would be a bit on the flashy side, it could easily be explained away with deadly allergies to certain foods or alcohol. After all, the main catalyst for the disease had laced every drink the man had for months. His body was primed for any disease at all, immune system almost permanently crippled.

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