#it’s too bad that the plushies (there were like 2-3 of them) were locked inside a display cabinet :(((( it was so cuteeeeeeeee

[drama--universe]

Bad boy and his girl

Requested by anonymous: Hello! I was wondering if you could do a modern ah with Xue Yang? Maybe something along the lines reader rebels against parents and dates him with a fluff ending? Thank you!🥰💗

Word Count: 2223 words

Warnings: toxic parents, cliché, Xue Yang's a bit OC-ish (sorry)

A/n I also want to say that the parents could be considered toxic but I wasn't sure if I should label them as toxic or overly strict, but just to be sure I put it in

You slammed the front door behind you, hoping your parents would hear it loud and clear. You just had another fight and at this point you were sick of them seeking trouble with you. Everyday was a new argument, you could never do something right for them. Your usual points never got praise, but once you had one lesser points and you were a mistake of the family. Unlike your brother, wo's grades were lower than the bloody sea, yet he was the best thing in the world. After all, he would get the family business while you would simply marry a rich man that your parents chose (not like you were going to, but they didn't listen).

The bus arrived and you got on, sitting on the back next to the window. After 10 minutes, you got of and walked to school. You were still in a bad mood, but it just got worse when a motorcycle zipped in front of you. You stumbled before glaring at the person, which you already knew to be Xue Yang.

He was the infamous bad boy of your school. Tattoos, motorcycle, smoked and had a general bad attitude towards school, which was surprising when you realized that he was friends with Xiao Xingchen who was a pretty good student. You didn't necessarily hated him, but rather you were just jealous. He could live the life he wanted and you were jealous because of that.

You shook your head and continued to walk to your class. You entered and suddenly all eyes were on you. You frowned, looking behind you and there stood Xue Yang. He was on time... Xue Yang who never bothered to show up to class and hung around on the roof, was 10 minutes early.

"Am I that good looking, sweetheart?" "In your dreams." You sneered back and he scoffed, walking past you and sitting down in his seat at the back. You sighed and walked to your own seat. Laying your bag on top of your desk before grabbing your phone. You scrolled the news as you waited for the bell to ring. When it did, you put your phone into your bag.

Class started and before you knew it, lunch approached. The bell rang loudly and most students ran out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang. You just waited for a bit before you stood up as well, grabbing your food card and phone before you walked out. You didn't notice the eyes that followed you nor did you hear them following you until you heard the whispers. Then you noticed Xue Yang following you and you bit your lip, turning around and marching his way. You then grabbed his arm and dragged him along to an empty hall.

"Why are you following me?" "Can't I?" He said, leaning down to meet your height and to stand face to face. You sighed, looking away before looking back at him. His face was inches from yours and you noticed his face tattoo. A small moon with a constellation next to it (the cancer constellation). You also noticed a few freckles.

"What do you want?" You sneered and he gave you a smirk.

"Go on a date with me." He said and you glared at him before thinking it through. It would piss your parents off if you did... and it was not like he was that bad looking. Worth it.

"Sure, after school of course." You commented before turning around to walk back, but freezing when you heard him whine.

"Fine~" He whined and you chuckled before continuing back to the cafeteria to get some food. He followed you, like a guard dog, as the other students started to whisper once again. You ignored it and grabbed your food.

The rest of the day went the same way, mostly with Xue Yang hanging around you. When the school day ended, instead of going to your after school lesson, you waited for Xue Yang by his motorcycle. After only 3 minutes, he reached, leaning against his motorcycle as he looked at you.

"Where are we going then?" You asked and he smirked before handing you a helmet. "You carry an extra helmet?" You asked and he scoffed again before putting his own on and throwing his leg over the motorcycle. He looked your way and you got on behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso. He drover off and your grip tightened slightly. You drove for about 15 minutes before he stopped driving. You looked around before spotting a fair. You took your helmet off as you got off of the motorcycle before looking at him again.

"A fair?" "I'm good at shooting games." He shrugged and you chuckled, handing him the helmet before turning to the fair. It was small, but it looked fun. Xue Yang locked his motorcycle before grabbing your hand and leading you to the fair. He then stopped, looking at you.

"What do you want to do?" He asked and you looked up before looking around again. You didn't know anything and looked at him sheepishly.

"I've never been on a fair, so I don't really know anything." You admitted and he raised an eyebrow at you before smirking.

"Well, first time for everything." He said and you nodded. He leaded you to what looked like a shooting stand. He paid before grabbing a gun and handing it to you. You looked at him confusingly and he chuckled again as you took it in your hands. He stood behind you and showed you how to hold the gun before helping you aim. You pulled the trigger and one of the balloons popped. You smiled brightly, turning to face him only to jump back when your noses touched.

"Thank you..." You mumbled before aiming again and hitting 2 more balloons. You paused, glancing at Xue Yang to see his reaction. He was just smiling and you bit your lip to hide your own smile before aiming at the balloons again. You shot 2 more balloons before looking at the owner of the stand.

"You can choose one of these." The man said and you looked around before spotting a black panther plushie keychain. You pointed at and the vendor smiled, grabbing the plushie and giving it to you. You thanked him before turning to Xue Yang. You held it out to him and he looked at it with a raised eyebrow.

"For you." "It's usually the man who gifts something to the girl." He said and you frowned, taking his hand and placing the keychain in it.

"I don't like gender roles. Now take it." You said and he chuckled again before placing it in his pocket.

"Attraction next." He then said and you frowned as he dragged you along to what seemed to be the tallest attraction of the whole fair. As you waited in line, you couldn't help but feel nervous as you heard the screams. You debated for a few seconds before grabbing Xue Yang's shirt and clinging to him. He turned his head to look at you before grabbing your hands and removing them from his shirt. You pouted until you felt his arm on your shoulders. You looked at him again before getting a bit closer to him. The line moved quite fast and before you knew it, you were sitting in the front row with the bars already down over your shoulders. You had already grabbed his hand to hold on too and waited for the countdown.

"Ah, couple in the front he? I don't like couples!" The announcer of the ride spoke before you were suddenly launched off into the first loop. You screamed loudly for the whole ride and when you arrived back in the loading station, your hair was a mess and Xue Yang was most likely in pain.

"Oh, someone's getting dumped!" The announcer joked as the bars lifted. You quickly got out of the ride and waited for Xue Yang before leaving the attraction.

"I hate that... I need food." You said, looking around for a food stand. Once again, you were dragged to another stand. The food seemed very greasy and unhealthy, but you could care less as Xue Yang ordered the food. You waited at the table and Xue Yang made his way back with the food and you smiled, thanking him as you helped him put down the food. Just then, your phone rang and you pulled it out of your pocket.

"Ah, it's my mom..." "Take it, I don't mind." He said as he took a bite out of his own food. You nodded with a smile, sliding the icon to the green phone thingy and then put it on your ear.

"Where are you?!" She screeched and you pulled the phone away from your ear, hissing in pain. The smile you had was already gone as you tried to think for an answer. Xue Yang looked at you before grabbing your phone.

"Don't worry ma'am, I'll get your daughter home safely after our date." And then he hung up, handing you your phone like he had not just done that. You took it, turning your phone off before taking a bite of your food.

"Wah, this is good." You said, taking another bite happily. "You learn something new everyday." He said before taking his own phone, holding it out to you.

"Put your number in." He said as he continued to eat. You took another bite before putting down your cutlery and taking the phone. After putting your number in, you handed the phone back and continued to eat.

You went to a few more places, winning a few more plushies (whish Xue Yang gave to you this time) and then came the time to go home. It was already 10 pm by now and 10:30 pm when you arrived at your house. You could see your mother by the door, glaring at the two of you. You got off and gave him the helmet you wore.

"Thanks for today, it was really fun." You smiled and he smirked, sitting on his bike.

"Tomorrow as well?" "Sure." You said before acing on impulse again and kissing his cheek before going to your house, dragging the bag of plushies behind you. You entered the house, ignoring the stares from both of your parents and going to your room. You closed the door and laid on your bed.

Yeah, you were grounded for 2 weeks the next day. You had already sent the info to Xue Yang, but he had only read it. You on the other hand, were literally locked in your room by your parents (and you had no key or inside lock yourself) and you were just laying on your bed. You didn't want to study and you had nothing else in your room besides your phone, yet had no internet since your parents had blocked you from the network. How you had survived until 3 pm was a miracle.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as you heard a knock on your window. You jumped up and stared at the window. There was Xue Yang, his famous smirk already making you feel happy as you walked to the window and opened it.

"What are you doing here?" "Picking you up of course. Saving the princess from her locked room." He teased and you looked at him for a few seconds before nodding.

"I need to change, wait down there. And hide!" You whispered and he nodded, climbing down the tree again. You quickly changed into your favorite outfit (which might have matched a bit with Xue Yang) and pulled some shoes on before taking your wallet and phone. You turned off the light of your room and climb out of the window and down the tree. Xue Yang was waiting there with his motorcycle. It was then that you noticed the panther keychain that hung on the motorcycles key. You smiled before grabbing the helmet he held out. You got on before flinching when you heard your mother screech once again, hanging out of your window as she screamed at you.

"Go, go, go!" You exclaimed and you drove off again to your next destination. You arrived at an arcade.

"Let me guess, you're good at shooting games?" You asked and he shrugged as he pulled the keys from his motorcycle. You went inside and the happy music made you happy immediately. You started to game, Xue Yang showing you how to do everything as you moved from game to game. By the end (5 hours later), you had about 300 tickets and you had probably wasted tons of money. Now it was to decide what to get with the tickets. You didn't want another plushie, so the plushie section was excluded, and the other side was mostly kid stuff. The only thing that you could see was jewelry. And most wasn't your style, but you didn't get to choose as Xue Yang handed the man the tickets. You looked at him as the man handed him a box and he nodded before pulling you out of the arcade.

"What you get?" You asked and he looked at you before telling you to turn around. You did before smiling when you saw a necklace in front of you before he locked it around your neck. You looked down at the necklace, it being a small panther cub necklace.

You smiled again and turned back around. He rolled his eyes at you bright smile before handing you the helmet. You put it on and sat behind him again. He brought you back home like before and once again, your mother was once again at the door. You could care less as you dismounted the motorcycle and handed him the helmet once again.

"Keep the window open." He whispered and your eyes widened in shock.

"You're going to get me end up with bars on my window." You joked and he chuckled. You then leaned up, quickly kissing him before walking to your house and leaving behind a shocked Xue Yang. You once again ignored your mothers screeching, locking yourself in your room once again. You could hear the door lock from the outside and sighed, quickly changing into sweatpants and a hoodie before opening your window. You leaned out of your window, looking down to see Xue Yang. His motorcycle was parked behind your house and he was hiding behind the tree.

"Xue Yang!" You whisper-yelled and he looked up before smirking, starting to climb. Once he reached your window, he climbed inside your room and you closed the window again. You didn't lock it, so that if necessary he could escape quickly. You laid on your bed and after taking his choose and jacket off, he laid next to you. You turned to face him and he laid his arm underneath your head. You laid your head on his arm, still looking at him with a small smile. You staid like that until you fell asleep, not caring if your parents would find you like this as you hugged the man next to you.

#Xue Yang #Xue Yang x reader #The untamed #the untamed x reader #untamed x reader #mdzs #mdzs x reader #mdzs xue yang #mdzs xue yang x reader #untamed xue yang #untamed modern au #x reader #reader insert #modern au

[belleta]

The Forest - Part One

Consists: Supernatural, SKZ as different SN creatures, adventure, romance, drama, action, ......still trying to figure out all the details....lol XD

"Come on Y/N!", I was racing around the house. Trying to make sure I had everything for this trip. "Omg Y/N, let's GO~!" I swear to the universe she's going to thank me later. " I'm coming child!" I screamed back. Alrighty I just need my retainer. I bounded up the stairs and glided down the hallway with my cotton socks. Bursting into my room, I quickly scanned it for the sparkly emerald case. I caught sight of it out of the corner of my eye, "Boom!" I ran forward and snatched it off my windowsill. While leaping for my door, I paused and turned back to what I call my sanctuary. Call me paranoid but I'm kinda afraid of camping in the middle of the woods. Ever since I watched "The Blair Witch Project", I've been creeped.

It doesn't help that Jazzy forced us to watch the film, previous to this morning. I was drifting in the fairy floss clouds of my mind when a loud honk poured water on them. I sucked in a breath, blowing raspberries. Padding back over to my bedside, I grabbed my Ice Bear plushie. Giving it a quick squeeze and finally deciding that he's coming with me. Galloping back through the house, I made it out, locked the door and hopped in the back seat like a spring rabbit. "What took you so long?" I gazed up through my fringe at my girl bestie Jazmine. She had long beautiful honey blonde hair, and a mousy nose. Her blue eyes were alike with pebbles under a lake, with cheeks connected by a dash of light freckles. "I swear I just aged waiting for you" and Danny, our guy bestie. I've been best friends with Danny, since 3rd grade. Jazzy moved over during the 5th grade. All three of us have been with each other through thick and thin. Daniel was Hawaiian Japanese descent, had perfect colorful nails and absolutely gorgeous eye makeup. We were all dressed in casual, comfy clothes for the trip. Jazmine, or Jazzy as people call her, as the oldest. She was driving Danny's dad's truck. It was spacious and definitely was fit for the environment. Danny, second eldest was in shotgun and I, being the "baby", was in the back. "I was just making sure I have everything." The two rolled their eyes. Danny looked back at me "Girl, you need to chill. We've got everything and more" the boy stated. "I know, I know.....I'm just paranoid, you know.....being in the woods for a week" I looked down at my feet and played with my fingers to cover my embarressedness. "Awww, is the baby scared", Jazzy giggled, imitating a child. I swatted at her, "Let's just...finally go" I grumbled, reaching inside my bag to pull out my headphones. "Fine" they answered teasingly. While Jazzy was pulling out, I fastened myself and slid my headphones on. Bluetoothing them and unlocking my phone, I scrolled through my YouTube Music playlist finding the one named 'Bell Mix'. After that, I went back to the truffula trees and fairy floss. Just listening to my music and thinking about things. There were a couple times, where I thought I might get sick, but I had remembered my motion sickness bracelets. In your face! It's better to set out a little later, rather than having our vehicle reeking of my insides. 2 or 3 hours went by, or something. I'm not really sure, my brain doesn't really have a sense of time when I'm inside of it. We stopped to use the bathroom, get food and fuel at a gas station, maybe 2 hours away from the forest. "Can I, can I, can I, can I PLEASE?!?" I had been begging Jazzy to let me buy a bag of Haribo for 10 minutes now, and she was starting to break. I'm very persuasive as you find out, and I happen to be a very prominent weakness to many throughout my life. She finally gave in and I bounced away to the candy isle with glee and happily picked out a bag, promising to share. Jazzy just rolled her eyes and paid for our things. We trotted back to the car and continued our journey. It was nearing the end of 2pm when we finally arrived at the edge of the forest. It's lushes were absolutely perfectly splendid. The road continued for a hot minute, until it gave away to dirt and rocks. We didn't want to stray too far from the dirt road, so we slowly kept moving in until I suddenly exclaimed at the sight of a pretty little clearing. It had a few little bushes marking the edges, thick but soft looking grass, and a little dirt patch at one side that should be perfect for a firepit. We pulled over to take a look around, flattening a few bushes in the process. As soon as the truck came to a stop I shoved the door open and sprung down onto the flourishing forest floor. The first thing I did was take a deep breath to soak in the sweet scent of the untouched earth. I reached up, stretching and cracking a few of my bones in the process. Then I raced through the trees and undergrowth, toward the beautiful glade. It felt so nice to get away from civilization, I had always loved

getting away like this. Being able to recharge away from annoying people and sounds, my fears of the night were long forgotten. I was two steps away from the grass when I suddenly tripped over something. Tumbling forward and scratching my cheek. I landed on my face, but on the bright side it was luckily with no rocks around. The dirt however spared me at nothing, crawling into my fresh scrapes, was a sharp and quick stinging as I grabbed my face. "Seriously Y/N, we haven't even completely left the car yet and you've already managed to hurt yourself" Jazzy declared. Danny chimed in, "Did you hurt yourself at all?". Quickly inspecting myself, I responded "Yes, a tiny bit on my cheek, hands and knees", I could hear them muttering to themselves about how reckless I was sometimes. They started toward me and as I waited for them to catch up, I decided to look around and figure out where to put things for these next few days. While ogling the decently wide stretch that was conveniently shielded by a mighty sugar maple. I thought I saw something in the undergrowth a few meters away from me. I grabbed my glasses and narrowed my eyes, but right when I thought I saw whatever it was, two flashes shot in the opposite direction between the ferns and disappeared. They were kinda hidden but I could sorta make out one of the shapes was darker and slightly bigger. The other was a little bit easier but still was difficult, it was kinda brown, or maybe reddish? At that moment I felt two hands on my shoulders, "Let me see", it was Jazzy. She inspected my injury. "It'll be fine, just wash it off", "Okie-Dokie-Artichokie", she laughed and ruffled my hair. I gazed back at where I saw the two shapes but not even the bushes were still moving. "Hey!" I cocked my head back to the voice "Can you help me?" Danny was struggling to unpack from the back. "Sure thing Danny-O" I quickly stood up, maybe a little too quick. My vision went funny and I almost stumbled. "Oh my god Y/N! Be careful!" Jazzy scolded, "My bad!" I was a little all over the place at the moment. Finally we were on this trip! I mean, I waited 6 months for this and it's finally here! I'm not all childish, I'm actually very 4D. I'm just really excited okay? I more carefully walked back to the truck, where Danny was struggling to keep ahold of what appeared to be the tent. Over the course of the next hour and a half we set up everything. Goofing around and laughing. Danny had been pulling too hard on our sleeping bags, to wedge them out of the trunk. And had accidentally fallen onto the slightly wet dirt, causing a very prominent brown streak across his gray sweatpants and sky blue tie dye hoodie. I was currently on my way to find the stream that is supposably close by, with a screenshot of google maps and a compass. Service wasn't exactly a 5 star out here, but I didn't mind too much. I brought a portable WiFi router with me, so if Jason Vorhees just decided to pull one, we could call for help. Every so often I would hang a wooden heart ornament on one of the tree's branches, so if this was the correct way then we would never get lost. Also so that I didn't get lost right now. I had been making these last night, for these exact reasons. I swear only dumb people don't mark their surroundings, this is one of the main reasons why people disappear and are never found or get lost. There are no traces of where they've been, like these fruit loops really-...... After about another 20 meters I started hearing the sounds of water. It became louder and louder really quickly. Is there a waterfall here? I pondered, while quickening my pace with curiosity. 35 seconds later I came across a thinning in the trees and beyond a clear water stream. I finally broke out of the shelter provided from the thick leaves, the sun kissed my skin with it's warm touch. I looked around and sure enough, there was a small waterfall that looked straight out of a fairytale. It had multiple uneven levels, with smoothed boulders everywhere. And to top it all off, it had little water plants scattered around it. Absolutely

beautiful.... I scanned around and spotted a few giant boulders poking into the stream. I carefully picked my way over to them, clutching onto Danny's muddy clothes. Hopping onto the sunlight warmed stones, I positioned myself perfectly so that I could reach the water but wouldn't fall in. I reached into my pocket for my zip lock of natural soap, of course I didn't want to hurt this literally untouched land. I leaned down to dunk the fabric into the stream's crystal-like water and kneaded the brown smudge. It was decently cold, just perfect for a stream. I turned back to the small bag with a green bar wrapped with brown paper and a little herb decoration. I unzipped it and reached for a tiny hand towel I brought with me so that I would have a better grip on the soap, even if I got wet. After dunking the clothes in I took the bar of soap and swiped it all over. I dipped it into the water once to help the bubble come, then I started aggressively rubbing it. Once the outfit was foaming with suds, I slapped it into the brook. Holding onto the sleeve I rub it harshly all over to get the stains out. It was relatively still easy because the events of cause were only moments before. I was starting to disappear into my thoughts, getting deeper and deeper and deeper....... And just then a crash and from the trees, followed by snarls and barks. I was so lost in my thought that this jolted me into the canal. The water suddenly became ice cold, my scream had been washed away. A surge of water filled my lungs from the way my mouth was open to yelp. I could still hear the sounds of fighting every so often, when I would surface. My head was hurting, my skin was stinging and my lungs were screaming. Someone.....please help..... It was hurting so much, I was trying not to panic. So I could find the surface and get back to shore. I would break through it's crisp arctic clutches every so often and would cry out for help but then get cut off by the now frosty darkness. I was giving up to the stream and submitting to the coldness. Letting it swallow me whole. I was numb, I couldn't feel my body being thrown around anymore, Is this how my story ends? No! I don't want to! I still have things to do! I need to graduate, and find my passion! I need to find a man who will love me as much as I do! I need to birth young and care for them! I want to grow old with my partner happily! I can't die yet! I just can't! But it was just so cold. I had stopped moving violently, so I guess I had been poured into a lake or something. I didn't care anymore. My blood felt frozen, I couldn't even bend a finger. That's when I felt a force near me, it parted the waters. Moving me in a different direction with its power. Then not long after I felt something grab hold of me in an awkward way. I was starting to be pulled into another direction, as the water streamed around, parting to let me and whatever that was saving me through. Then I broke through the surface and that was the last thing I felt before slipping into a comfy unconsciousness.

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“Sharky” *Part 7*

I have a question y’all, do you think that I make my fics too short? I always tend to keep them at 10 chapters because I feel like my attention span goes, but I see other fics are sometimes substantially longer. I really have some good plot plans for this one, so we’ll see how long it goes. 

Also OMG the gif works so well with the scene please send help.

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“Rafael...Rafael come on don’t make me run in these shoes,” You called after him, scampering in your stilettos. Rafael finally stopped and turned to face you.

“What, Y/N? What could you possibly say to me?” He said exasperatedly. 

“Well this is familiar…” You half smiled. It was a call back to your first “date”.

“You really want to make jokes right now? He asked angrily.

“Sorry...I’m sorry,” You awkwardly looked at the ground. “For everything,”

“For everything,” He scoffed with a roll of his eyes. 

“Yes! For everything,” You tried to step towards him, but he stepped back. 

“For what, exactly? For stealing my stuff? For going through my apartment? For DRUGGING me?” 

“I did NOT--”

“Oh don’t even. I had such weird dreams that I haven’t had except for when I was taking hydrocodone for a back surgery,” He crossed his arms.

“Oh come on it wasn’t even half a pill there’s no way you could have--”

“SEE, I knew it! What the fuck is WRONG with you?!” He stared at you with disbelief.

“I...I don’t know…” You bit your lip.

“Right,” He shook his head with a sarcastic smile and turned to walk away, but you grabbed his hand.

“But look I’m sorry, okay and, and I didn’t give these to Buchanan yet so I’m going to delete them, right now and--” You started to show him the CONFIDENTIAL photos you took last night, but for the first time you were looking at them properly.

“I thought you were deleting them,” He said almost on top of you when he realized what you had taken photos of.

“What is this?” You zoomed in on the files, your face growing pale. “Rafael, what is this?” 

“Look we’re talking about what YOU did, Y/N--” He started to deflect but you weren’t hearing any more.

“My NAME is all over this, Rafael,” You could feel your panic attack coming back. The files were basically a full blown background check on you. Your family, your career, everything.

“It’s...not what you think,” Now it was his voice that went soft.

“It’s not what I--I can’t fucking believe this,” You laughed sarcastically, tears stinging your eyes. “You’re not upset I ‘played’ you, you’re upset you got outplayed!”

“What? What does that even mean?” He scoffed.

“YOU ASKED ME OUT,” You almost screamed. “You asked me out to get more dirt on me!”

“No,  I didn’t I--” He tried to deny it.

“Bullshit! Then what the fuck is this?!”  You shook the phone at him. “God I can’t believe I felt bad for-- GOD you’re such a--”

“Oh no no no, don’t even. I didn’t sleep with you and steal your property,” He acted like he was the victim once again.

“Yeah, because I didn’t give you the chance!” You were fuming.

“Look I didn’t even get that information, okay? Liv did. She did a whole background check on you when she thought I was interested in you...MONTHS ago. And I never even looked at it!” He tried explaining everything away. Nothing was ever his fault. 

“But you kept it. Just in case,” You narrowed your eyes.

“Well obviously I’m glad I did,” He bit back.

“God...Olivia,” You scoffed. “You know she’s the only reason we’re in this,” You rolled your eyes at that stupid woman. 

“Excuse me?”

“I wanted to go out with you for REAL, Rafael. Which clearly was never on your agenda,” You stomped your heel. 

“Oh come on that’s--” He shook his head.

“Yeah, and then not only did you embarrass the fuck out of me, then your little bitch called Buchanan and TOLD ON US,” You spat. The whole thing was enough to set you on fire, if she hadn’t butt in at all you would be in Rafael’s arms right now and not having it out in the middle of the street.

“...She what?” His voice went soft again; he didn’t even correct you on calling her a bitch.

“Yeah, turns out she thought I was trying to “coerce” you to my side, or that’s what she told Buchanan,” You spat. “And THEN, and ONLY then, did Buchanan come to me and threaten my god damn JOB and CAREER unless I got those receipts!”

“He...he threatened you…?” Rafael’s head was spinning. Had you really cared about him this whole time?

“YES, and-- and you know what is the WORST part of all of this?” You shook your head and laughed bitterly.

“What--? He looked afraid of the answer.

“I KEPT THE RECEIPTS,” You yelled, feeling yourself about to breakdown.

“What do you mean, you kept the receipts?” He asked with concern.

“I took this last night,” You pulled the USB you swiped from your blazer pocket. “And--And after I sat there, I let you-- I--- and then you called me ‘mi amor’, and I--” Your mind was running a mile a minute, you couldn’t finish a thought.

“I did what?” He stared at you in shock. 

“You don’t even remember that,” You scoffed angrily “Of course you don’t. You didn’t fucking mean it, I knew that,” 

“I….I…” Rafael’s eyes went back and forth as his mind was racing, trying to figure out exactly what he had said out loud last night and what he had dreamed of.

“And I felt SO BAD, so bad, and I thought that I--that we---” You were still reeling, you couldn’t believe this was happening. 

“Y/N…” Rafael’s face was apologetic now but you were done. 

“I made copies of the receipts and I put them on this USB and I was going to give it back to you, and then you could just tell Buchanan that you had made copies and saved them beforehand, and I didn’t get my hands on it. Because I didn’t give it to him, Rafael. I saved it and I was going to save YOU,” You were full on having a breakdown, tears were falling down your face. Rafael’s face fell completely and he reached for you.

“Y/N I am so--”

“NO!!!!” You jerked away from him. “You played me! I can’t believe all the bullshit you gave me, all the guilt I felt, the feelings I thought--”

“I didn’t play you Y/N I swear to you, I asked you out because I--” He grabbed your hands this time. “I really did like you, I DO like you,” 

“No, I’m not listening to any of your bullshit of what I ‘felt’ or some sappy bullshit, not for one more second,” You ripped away from him and started to storm off; But you were going to show him once and for all who was the heartless one. 

“And you know what, counselor? Congratulations, you outplayed the best of the best. Well done. Here’s your prize,” You threw the USB at him and stormed off, leaving him speechless.

---- 

You stomped back inside and went straight to the family bathroom nearby, locking it behind you just before you broke down crying. Your phone began buzzing wildly, “RAFAEL” flashed on your screen. IGNORE.

It rang again, and again and again. You finally picked it up and screamed “LEAVE ME ALONE,” and hung up. 

Why did you give him that USB? Now you were going to lose your job on top of everything else.

You finally composed yourself long enough to make it back to your desk, where Buchanan was waiting. 

“Ah, Y/L/N, So I just got a very...interesting call from Barba,” He gave you a look.

“I’m sure you did,” you thought to yourself. “Oh?” You asked out loud.

“Yes it turns out, that he had those receipts on a backup USB he had at his office,” He said in an accusatory tone.

“Oh. That’s unfortunate,” You did your best to keep cool.

“It is, and also very peculiar. Seeing as he was so upset when he came over here, acting like he didn’t have a chance,” He kept his suspicious tone.

“He probably just forgot he had it at the office, you know on the account of being drugged last night and all,” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m  sorry, what?” John’s eyes perked up.

“A quarter of a hydrocodone, he’s fine,” You waved it off. “Probably made him foggy though,”

“Uh huh...I’m sure,” He nodded. “And about those photos…”

“Oh, don’t count on it,” You shook your head as you handed him your phone.

“Oh, damn Y/L/N,” He chuckled. “Seems that ADA really took you for a ride, didn’t he? Maybe I overestimated you,” That hit so much harder right now, and he knew it. 

“Just...I’m sorry, okay?” You looked at the floor in shame.

“Well, you did your best there, my little shark,” He nodded to the plushie as he walked away. You picked it up and tossed it into the trash as you did your best not to burst into tears again.

------

Meanwhile across town, Barba was storming into Olivia Benson’s office at the NYPD.

“What is your problem, Olivia?” He barked.

“Excuse me?” Olivia was floored that Rafael would yell at her like this.

“Liv look, I know that we’re best friends, and we’ve known each other a long time but--- I’m not yours,” He sighed.

“I’m sorry?” She acted oblivious.

“You know what I’m talking about,”

“I really don’t--”

“Y/N, Olivia,” Barba cut her off.

“What about her?”

“The background check? The little phone call to Buchanan?” He asked angrily.

“Wha-- how are you going to be mad at me for being right about her?” She scoffed.

“YOU WEREN’T RIGHT,” He yelled while throwing his hands up in the air.

“Were you or were you not just in here ranting about how she just slept with you to get that evidence?” Olivia crossed her arms. 

“And she gave it back,” He held out the USB. 

“...Why would she do that?” Olivia was still lost.

“Because she cares about me, Olivia! But because of you, I’m pretty sure I’ll never get her trust back,” He yelled in frustration.

“No, no that can’t be right. She must have an angle,” Olivia persisted.

“Why, because the only one allowed to care about me is you?” Rafael asked coldly. 

“That is--” Olivia shook her head, not believing he had just gone there.

“Look, Liv I haven’t wanted to have this conversation because your friendship is so important to me,” He softened his voice. “But...that’s it. Our friendship,”

“Wow, Rafa. Wow I cannot believe you just come in here and start yelling at me, and start lecturing me on what our relationship is. Are you really that full of yourself?!” She was pissed now.

“Liv, we both know that’s why--”

“I was looking after you as a FRIEND, jackass,” She scoffed. “And anyway, why do you care so much all of a sudden? A week ago she was the devil to you! Now you’re in love with her?”

“I’m not---I don’t---” Rafael tried to find the words. “I could have, Liv. I really could have,”

“....I really am sorry, Rafael,” Olivia went and put her hand over his, and he let her. He looked up at her with soft eyes, finally letting a small smile form.

“I know you are,” He pulled her close and kissed her forehead. 

Maybe it wasn’t meant to be, maybe he should just quit fighting it. Maybe he could be happy with Olivia, he was never going to get you back now anyway.

Was he?

------

*A Month Later*

You were working late again, it seemed like lately all you did was work. You practically slept in your office these days. A few of your co-workers passed by laughing and chatting.

“Hey, Y/L/N, what are you doing? It’s a holiday!”

“Halloween hardly qualifies as a holiday Spencer,” You rolled your eyes. “It’s just an excuse for kids to load up on candy and adults to load up on booze,” 

“Exactly!” Kyra, the young intern, chimed in. Of course the guys were trying to get her to go ‘party’ with them. 

“Aw come on, we’re gonna go crash the NYPD’s Halloween Bash,” Your third co-worker Greg added.

“.....Really?” You asked with a sly smile, the wheels in your head were turning. 

“Oh yeah, their chief always gets the good booze,” Spencer laughed. “You’re gonna need a costume though,” 

“Oh I’ve got just the costume…” You smirked while logged off your laptop and grabbed your briefcase,

You’d show the whole NYPD just who was the fairest of them all….

#rafael barba #rafael barba x you #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba imagine #law and order special victims unit #law and order svu #law and order svu fanfiction #sharky

[ji-yaaan]

•𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝑩𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑳𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒂!•

Leona Kingscholar x Reader Oneshot

Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEONA! YOU HAVE JURISDICTION OVER ME NOW! I made the art and writing in a rush cuz I'm busy with real life soooo- forgive me. BUT HAVE SOMETHING SHORT AND SWEET IN RETURN!(´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ)♡♡♡

With bustling music, drink spilt from golden goblets filled up to it's brim. The drums that beat a rhythmic sound, matching melodies with the tambourines and maracas. Fine silk adorned the ceilings with intricate patterns that decorated the fabrics. Exquisite food and liquor filled the buffet tables full. The song that were being sung were accompanied by people dancing for joy and entertainment.

This was a night to celebrate the birth of the wonderful second prince of Afterglow Savannah, yet the celebrant himself was nowhere to be seen by any of the spectator's gaze. "A toast for my brother Leona to celebrate his birthday!" Leona's brother, Farena said with a thrilled and delighted tone, slightly tipsy and intoxicated from a few drinks downed in a span of an hour.

"Wait? Where's the birthday boy? Leona? Brother? Where are you? Geez... the kid never learns... He ran away again..." Disappointed from the absence of the birthday celebrant, the king just instructed a few servants to search for his beloved brother. The night was still young...

Sighing exhausted from the rowdy and stuffy atmosphere in the banquet room "Finally! I escaped! Mission complete! Nice~" with two plates of chocolate cake you held in your hands, a victorious grin paints your face. No one knows where the cynical second prince is at, but not you... You knew exactly where the arrogant prince stays in refuge of chaos.

Excitedly sprinting in the long hallways, far from the banquet halls that rang from wall to wall with it's rowdiness and noise that resonated within. With each step you take, adrenaline rushed up your body from excitement and delight to see Leona.

In the long series of curtains and doors, there was a simple room at the end of the hallway. It was an old empty guest room. Shabby... but cozy in its own way... The serene atmosphere was calming, free from the loud music and laughter that resounded the crowded banquet tables. A perfect place to catch a break...

You make your way into the room, closing it from behind with your legs since your hands were preoccupied with the plates of snacks. Making your way to the balcony as chiffon curtains flew from the night breeze, a mystical scene unfolds before your eyes.

The dim glow of the moonlight lit the young man moonbathing under. The tranquil silence accompanied with a refreshing breeze as you view the balcony that overlooks the royal gardens beneath. Nothing could beat the sound of water from the fountains with the sound of rustiling leaves from the trees. Unlike the boisterous laughters back the the party, this peaceful air was a million times better...

"Well... I can't blame him for always going here.." Placing the plates on the wooden railings, you crouched down to peek at the sleeping prince under.

"A birthday celebrant escaped his own party... Pfffft... Classic Leona..." Strand of wavy locks framing his face flew from a momentary gush of wind. This scene feels like it came straight out of a movie... But you're not one to complain...

Moving away the hazel locks from his face, gently tucking the strands behind his ears. A hand reaches out for yours catching you off guard for a brief moment.

"Oi herbivore... It's not a good habit to snoop around sleeping people..." Groggy from sleep, he lets out a low husky growl. Classic leona... He may have grown a bit older, but it's good to see he never changes.

"Pffft! Then why is the birthday boy hiding in here away from his party? Hmm~" you teased the prince as you poke his arms for answers.

"Tch... Why are you even in here? If you're going to be noisy, better go back to the party and let me sleep. Or if you are quiet enough, I'll allow you to be my pillow." Teasing you back with his trademark arrogant smile ™.

"Wait I have a reason to be here!" You replied with a pout from the stingy remarks you got.

Leona raises his eyebrows, piquing his interest with what you've got to say. Rummaging through your pockets, you tried to find something inside. AHA! Found it~ putting your hands behind you holding something in between. Just what was that "something" you're holding from behind?

"Close your eyes! I'll count to three and then you open them!" You demanded with your usual bright and cheerful smile.

"What? No. Just show it to me already."

"Awww don't be a party pooper~ Close your eyes first! Please?~"

Who can decline your offer when you look at him with those eyes? Leona got more curious on what your holding with each second that passed. Curiosity and anticipation flooded his mind, sinking and eventually accepting into your demands.

1 . 2 . 3 .

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEONA!~" with the biggest grin and cheerful greetings, you hand out his present between your hands.

A plushie? What? Nonetheless a plushie of himself? Leona was confused, shocked and amused. His ears twitched as he stared at you.

Countless people with great statures and names gifter the "Kingscholars" the brightest diamonds, the finest silk, sparkling gold and priceless liquor. But you on the otherhand... A plushie of him? A toy?

He was baffled and amused. With all the gifts he could possibly receive, A toy made him this happy? Who would've thought a man like him with easy acces to riches, would be delighted to receive a toy of himself.

"Pffft- A toy of myself?" He bursts out laughing with an ear to ear smile, you could've sworn you can see tears in his eyes from laughing too much. But seeing this childish side of his wasn't that bad.

"Well if you don't like it, then don't accept it. I guess what I made wasn't enough to satisfy this arrogant prince-" You tried to stand up on your feet, only to be stopped by arms that held unto your waist tightly from behind.

"No... I'll take it... You gave it to me and there's no take backs now." Leona burried his face in the nook of your shoulder. "I guess birthdays weren't that bad huh?"

"Of course it's not! It's your birthday and you're supposed to enjoy it!" You tried to reason.

"Enjoy? Ok then... let's stay like this for a little longer herbivore..." Even if you can't see his face from behind, a gut feeling tells you that you're 100 sure that Leona was smirking.

The short silence was accompanied with the rustling of the leaves and the sound of water that can lull anyone to sleep. The cries of the crickets in the night as the moon watches over the both of you basking beneath.

Time passed with the peaceful serenity that surrounded the both of you. You could've sworn in the series of breaths you both took, a whisper of thank you was said in between...

“Y/n... You won't leave my side right? Let's sleep in my room tonight, I'll allow you to be my pillow...”

"Pffft- you never really change...."

Happy Birthday Leona♡

Note: Yep that's how good it gets! My brain in rotting from art and fiction writing... Send help. BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS ILYSM! (´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ)♡

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst wonderland #disney twst #twst imagines #twst fanfic #twst fanart #leona kingscholar #twst leona #twisted wonderland leona #leona kingscholar x reader #leona x reader #twst x reader

[gh0stiegirlie]

Synopsis: You have been a pro-hero for the past three years, and a damn good one too (although, you don’t think so). When you and Ground Zero are assigned on a stakeout case together to capture a member of the Dark Akumu, which is currently Musutafu's most threatening Villian League, it changes the entire course of your career-- and your life.  

Length: 1.6k words

a/n: YOOOO the bitch is back better than ever after two years, and super into my hero academia. this is going to be a multiple parter series, so I hope this is a great lil pilot!

                                                                                                 pt. 2 -> 

The feeling of civilian eyes analyzing your every move is nothing new; You are a pro-hero, after all. However, the feeling of Ground Zero glaring daggers into you as you enter the sheriff’s office is a new-- and rather unsettling --experience. 

“Welcome, Ether.” Sheriff Chie greets and gestures for you to take a seat in her office’s beaten-down spinny chair. “I have a very special case for you tomorrow night.”

“I’m all ears,” you shift awkwardly in the chair, trying to get comfortable. The number of times you and other heroes have sat in this shitty chair and listened to the Sheriff explain a convoluted plan to capture a villain was innumerable. Although, you guess the number is in the hundreds. At least. 

“We’ve had a lesser-known pro-hero go undercover, and they were able to join the intermediate group of Dark Akumu. They’ve disclosed that during pro-agencies weekly wrap-ups with their heroes this Friday, they will be attacking several meetings. But, they can’t attack without supplies.” she continues pacing around her office, although she has nowhere to go. Her office is an inadequate size for the amount of time and effort she puts into her job, and every hero here knows she deserves a bigger space for her ideas of grandeur to fester-- and a raise in her salary, too. But since pro-heroes are the ones publicly capturing villains and doing the true “labor”, you’re the ones who receive the fame, glory, and money. Police officers no longer receive the credit they deserve, and some even believe they're no longer necessary. But Sheriff Chie is an example of why the police industry is still breathing within the tight confinements pro-heroes wrapped them in; they love representing and protecting the quirkless people of the world, and society needs that. Even if it doesn’t realize it. “Tomorrow night, the Dark Akumu will have their leader's right-hand man, Youkai, collect a shipment from a smaller underground group.” She slams her hands down on his desk with enthusiasm and points at you. “That’s when you and Ground Zero come in.”

You push yourself away from the desk in shock. “Katsuki Bakugou?” You exclaim, spinning around in your chair to face the door. You stare out the small window into the police department. “I haven’t spoken to him since high school…” you trail off, remembering his bitterly cold gaze from a few minutes ago. It looked like he was trying to ignite an explosion inside your intestines. After a few moments of reflecting, you turn to face Sheriff Chie. “Why us?”

“Your powers aid each other well,” she responds simply. “The two of you will stakeout until both parties arrive for the trade. The combination of your compatible powers with the element of surprise,” she grins, “you two will be unstoppable, and capture Youkai in a matter of seconds.”

“It’s a great plan, Chie, really. All your plans are.” you begin, “But I think you’re underestimating our foes here. Yeah, they only have one villain collecting the supplies, but still. This is currently Musutafu’s most threatening villain league. He's not going down without a fight. And by fight, I mean a full-on battle.”

The Sheriff scoffs. “You underestimate yourself, Ether. Ground Zero holds more confidence in you than you do,” she explains with a wink. You turn away once more, so she can’t see the pink blush encompassing your cheeks. 

“You know Bakuguh—uh—Ground Zero and I haven’t spoken since U.A. Even then, we scarcely interacted. Except for a brawl or two.” You twirl a piece of h/c hair that fell out of your high ponytail. “It’s true that our quirks complement each other. So how come we’ve never been paired up before? Why now?” You question. 

Chie simply replies with a shrug. “There’s never been a need for two of the most powerful modern heroes to pair up; Now there’s a demand for that exact role. And you two have been selected to fulfill it.” You shift in your chair uncomfortably and avoid Chie's imploring brown eyes. She puts a hand on your shoulder. “Cmon, Skylar. I understand you have a… difficult past with Ground Zero, but I’m asking you as a protector of people and as your friend to please try and look past that. At least for one night. The city needs you. ” Sheriff Chie pleads, and she’s right. You hang your head in your hands before running one through your hair. Then, you spin around with perfect posture and a humbling smile on your face. You respectfully nod your head at Sheriff Chie.

“I’m sorry, Sheriff. You’re right. I’m sure Ground Zero and I are old enough to move on from our past together and instead focus on our future. Thank you.” 

The Sheriff's proud grin is contagious, and you can’t help but smile in satisfaction with her plan. As you are about to leave the office, Chie stops you. “Before you go! I want to talk to you as your friend, not a sheriff.” You walk over to her desk and lean in close. “Hero Ground Zero was also somewhat… displeased, when he heard you were his partner. Just... Try not to fall... deeper, into his bad side. He'll lure you in, but you have to be smarter. And you are.”

“But... does he even have a good side?” You joke, and Chie chuckles.

“I know, right! With every passing second he spent in my office he looked more and more like an angry balloon ready to pop. I think his head just holds tons of hot air that he can only release by yelling at someone or punching something.” 

“It felt like he spent all of high school searching for a reason two do one of those things! Someone could walk by him the “wrong way” and he would get offended.” You laugh, holding tightly onto your aching sides.

These are the moments with Sheriff Chie you cherish; the one when you two aren’t head sheriff and pro-hero, but Chie and Skylar. Normal people, normal friends. 

After laughing over Ground Zero's unnecessarily aggressive attitude towards literally everything to the point of rolling around her modest office and bumping into shelves and knocking down paperwork, you decide it’s time to leave. You hug on the way out.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at three pm sharp. I’ll briefly explain the mission again, and you two will be on your way shortly after.” You nod, and as you walk away Chie calls out from her office, “Oh! And we’ll be providing some spicy food!! The least we can do for our favorite heroes.”

You giggle and shake your head, sending a quick wave in Chie's direction as you continue to the exit. Before you leave, you glance at the spot Ground Zero was sitting in earlier. All that remains of the hero is a minor burn from his butt, presumably after growing impatient from sitting down for too long. Surprisingly, you smile at the thought. Ground Zero must not have changed much since U.A. While part of you dreads working alongside that hothead of a hero, another half appears eager to see what he's like as a pro.

It has only been a few years since you graduated with Bakugou and the rest of class 3-A at the age of seventeen. You're only twenty one now, but you feel like you've lived through three lives since high school, not three years. While the school had prepared you well for the fighting villains part of pro-hero life, they hadn’t prepared you for the physical and emotional consequences. As mentioned, you're barely twenty-one, but you're a regular at the doctor and chiropractor. You bare a heavy burden of having to execute everything perfectly all the time; no room for casualties. Because of this stress on saving every person, along with all your brand deals and sponsorships, you hardly maintain a life outside of work. While you love what you do, you miss meeting with friends at a coffee shop in the morning only to shop at the mall until midnight. You miss cuddling up with your Midnight plushie at 10 o’clock and watching superhero documentaries till the crack of dawn. Now, you are the one protecting those friends lounging around in coffee shops and malls, and the hero starring in documentaries. You truly love it all; You love digging your nose deep into Chemistry books and studying chemicals to create new toxins. You love protecting essential workers from the terrors of those who use their quirks for evil, and consequently beating the shit out of those people. But sometimes, you wish you were another bystander.

As a kid, you watched in awe as the heroes fought tirelessly, day and night, to always flawlessly beat the villain. But actually doing that, especially without complaints, is more difficult than you ever comprehended.

You park your Toyota Supra outside one of your perks of being a top ten pro hero. Currently, you live in a 1286112000.00 yen mansion and recently bought a 5358800000.00 yen estate. You were to begin moving next week and considered holding a little gathering at your new home in Tokyo as an excuse to hang out with your pro-hero 3-A classmates.

When you lock the front door, that’s when the isolation consumes you. Vast linoleum halls and long vinyl walls form a repetitive, meandering maze in your home. The only company you have are the halls that are starting to fill with donation boxes. There is one similarity between you and this house you are preparing to abandon; You both are empty on the inside. 

You shuffle your way onto your velvet sofa and turn on the TV, ensuring to avoid the news. While mindless cartoons play in the background, you take out your phone and read every Google result for Ground Zero.

#bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugo #bakugou imagine #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x you #my hero fanfic #my hero academia #mha #mha imagines #mha bakugou #katsuki bakugo fic #katsuki bakugou #my hero academia fanfiction #my hero academia fanfic #bakugou fanfiction #bakugou fanfic #katsuki bakugou fanfic #katsuki bakugou fanfiction #katsuki bakugou x reader #mha x reader #my hero academia x reader #bnha #bnha x reader

[starcrossedyanderes]

Xavier w/ Big Sick Darling

You knew it was going to be a bad day the moment you woke up and felt that acid coming out your mouth.

You knew it the moment you started to hunch over the toilet and started retching.

Oh and as if Captain Obvious was screaming in your ear you knew it was most certainly an awful day when you felt that awful taste on your teeth and felt your mom help pull back your hair.

For today was a bad day because it seemed you were indeed the big sick.

With a thermometer stuck in your ear you limply laid under your warm covers in an attempt to get comfortable.

With a beep and a sigh the thermometer was pulled out to reveal in black numbers that spelled your fate.

“Degree of 100. Looks like somebody won’t be going to school.”

Reaching over your body your mom’s hands wrapped around a white bottle and started to fight against the lid before it popped off and 2 tablets laid in her hands.

“Okay, there’s some flavored water in that big tervis cup, you got advil right next to you, bowl by your bed, cozy blankets, the only thing we’re missing is some good food. How about we get you some doordash from that breakfast place you like so much?”

Your eyes pitifully looked into your mother’s as you barely whispered out a “please.”

Her pink lips pressed against your forehead before she pulled away.

“I’m so sorry honey, but you’re a big girl now and your father and I have to go to work. But feel free to get DoorDash and call us if you need anything. Hope you feel better sweetie.”

As soon as your mom left your room and you could hear the door shut and a car start up did you turn around on your side to stare at your wall whilst your arm wrapped like a boa constrictor around your beloved plushie.

You were quite tired from such a rude awakening and loosing all the contents of your stomach but still you choose to stay awake so you would be ready for when your food gets here.

But it seemed your plan had failed as your eyes slowly became heavier, breathing got slower, and the brain became slugger. Right as your eyes were about to close and succumb to a land of dreams it was rudely stopped in its tracks by a loud BRRRRINNNG!

Your body shot up from its lying position as a slight cursed was whispered under your breath. Can’t a girl sleep for once!?

A hand harshly gripped your phone and with a quick tug it was put right against your ear.

“Hello?”

Wow, was your voice that pathetic when sick? “Dahling, I’m headed your vay. I’m afraid ve may be a bit late though because i vas.. um, occupied vith something.”

Your eyes slowly blinked like a lizard.

Oh yeah, you completely forgot about this guy.

“Er, your highness I won’t be coming to school?”

You had to hold your ear after hearing quite the earsplitting noise.

“YOU VHAT!? Vhy in the vorld vould you do zo?”

“Oh, I’m uh.. sick your majesty.”

And just like a switch turning in his head his voice and composure changed in an instance to hushed whispers and soft coos.

“Oh, my poor dahling. You should have yust said zo.”

And once again he did a complete 160 as your heard him yell,

“Drivah! Gun it! BYSTRO!”

Oh and you were already getting a migraine from his mood swings just listening to him.

“I’ll be there az soon az I can sveetie. And don’t even think about going outzide. Tata!”

And just like that he hung up.

Now that was the sure sign of today being a bad day.

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

The long, sleek vehicle pulled up into the suburban neighborhood that was practically dead quiet as all the parents were now at work and children were at school.

A tinted black window rolled down just the slightest as the car was slowly coming to a stop so only his harsh emerald green eyes could be seen. Only the smallest of glances was gifted to his guards as only the mere words of “go get them for me.” were spoken.

A door swung open and 5 buff men stepped out dressed in black suits and each of them had the stereotypical little white earcoms. Each of them looked like the could take out 10 men and a bear just by themselves.

“Yes your majesty.”

Only 2 of the burly men walked up to your door and quite ironically gently knocked on your door thrice. Despite the lack of response once reaching into a pocket and pulling out a little box that held a far too ornamental of a key.

With just a swift turn there were allowed access and didn’t waste a moment to quickly walk up stairs and swoop you, who was just happening to be brushing her teeth again from another throwing up session, up into their arms and proceeded to carry a confused (y/n) down the stairs in a variant of an arm throne.

“Uh.. could you put me down?”

You received no response and knowing these bodyguards you knew that you would not be able to get down yourself.

“He does realize he could just knock.. right?”

Once again no response.

You cursed Xavier for having such robotic like protectors.

The front door was now in view and was swung open by another guard outside.

The men carrying you carefully stepped inside and once passing the remanding 3 guards bowed down to you before rushing to get into their places. One of them while bowing opened the limousine door where you could already see Xavier’s golden locks practically taunting you as the 2 guards carefully lowered onto one of the seats in the limousine.

Once safely on the leather and door being shut you let out a string of grumbles questioning how necessary that whole procedure was. But you didn’t have long to do that before Xavier’s body practically rammed into you in a hug.

“Dahling!”

His head nuzzled into your neck as you could see the content look on his face.

“Um. Your highness that may not be the best idea since I am, you know, sick..”

His once closed eyes opened up with a glint shining in them as his arms tightened around you more.

“Do not care. My princess iz zick and I will take care of her.”

The glint immediately dissapeared in his eyes as he let out a gasp.

“Oh my! Vhat if I get zick?”

At that sentence your body relaxed in his hold, finally he was starting to understand something and would just leave you alone at home.

“Then I could have my printsessa take care of me, like I am vith her.”

And you think his grip got tighter and his head started to rub against hers more aggresively.

“Oh, how I vould love that. My own printsessa doting over me vhilst I am frail. Oh now that truly zounds zomething like a dream.

Vait, vhat am I doing? If I am planning on taking care ov you I need to know your zymptoms. So vhat iz wrong vith you?”

Your body slightly teetered as you nibbled on your lip.

“Well I have a fever of 100 and I’ve been throwi- why are you looking at me like that?”

Xavier’s emerald green eyes looked into yours with what could only be described as shock before he seemed to force a smile on his face and make his face appear more kind.

“Uh my sveet princess, my dahling dearest. You mozt certainly do not have a fever of 100. For your vlood vould boil and you vould be dead.”

A cough was heard from the other side of the limousine causing the prince to snap his head to that direction and practically hiss out “vhat?”

His bodyguard spoke up by politely and quietly saying, “Your majesty, I believe th- er- your princess meant she had a fever of 38.”

Xavier’s mouth went from a scowl to an ‘o’ before he quickly pulled himself together and turned back to you.

“Yes, yes. A fever of vun hundred iz concerning. That zort of fever is uzually caused by an illness. Don’t vorry my dahling, I’ll be zure you get the best care.”

・・・・☆・・・・☆ ・・・・

As much as you hated to admit it you were getting shockingly good care in Xavier’s penthouse. He gave you excellent medicine and food along with having his own personal doctor coming to you to check you over.

It turns out you just had the basic stomach bug.

Yet despite this fact Xavier was still being his over-dramatic self.

You were surprised he wasn’t a king yet. A drama king that is.

But still you had to admit it was quite nice here. You managed to get a couple hours of sleep thanks to the oh so heavenly soft sheets that just engulfed you in their warmth. Also his pets were just so nice and cute!

Marciel, Xavier’s monkey, was nice enough to take care of your messy hair by cleaning it strand by strand until there was probably not even a speck of dirt.

Indigo was also nice enough to honk more quietly and even sat down next to your side and decided to nap with you.

And Ebony seemed to think Indigo had an excellent idea as well and fell asleep with her head your leg.

You’ll have to admit all of these awesome animals almost make putting up with Xavier bearable. Almost.

Remember if you make a wish on a shooting star your wish

sʜᴀʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀs

#yandere prince #yandere oc #yandere male #yandere #yandere king #xavier devorsky #Xavier #colvakia #big sick #illness #fluff #uwu #peacock #monkey #panther #limo #kidnapping

[blankdblank]

Back Again Pt 5

Short and sweet. Implied smut. :D

Pt 1 - Pt 2 - Pt 3 - Pt 4 - 

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All around Estel the Durins gathered, including Bilbo and Dwalin’s Children, Frodo and Frigga who giddily bounced in Dwalin’s arms after hugging their shortly absent Father Bilbo before Frodo’s eyes locked on Estel’s to say eagerly, “Your room is incredible! It’s a lot like mine, we helped pick some toys to add to it, and when Aunt Jaqi says you can we can have sleepovers!”

Estel glanced up at you softly asking, “Sleepovers?”

You smiled at him, “That’s when you would go over to their house to sleep there for a night or they would come spend a night here so you can play longer.” He couldn’t help but smile as you said, “A few days or so and we should be able to plan one.” Making the pair of them smile brighter.

With a grin Thorin suggested, “Why don’t we take a look at your room?”

Estel grinned at you while he and Dwalin carried the Pebbles towards the hallway on the opposite wall to the end to the room across from yours, just easing the door open drew an excited squeak from Estel. Softly he asked, “Is that a dinosaur bed?!” His head turned to Thorin and you as you nodded, he was lowered to the ground and walked in stating to himself, “I have a dinosaur bed!”

He grinned and rushed in to the bed after Thorin said, “It’s a strong bed, you can go hop on it.” Eagerly he scrambled onto it and smiled as he sat on it then hugged the triceratops plushie matching the thick wooden bed frame for a few moments as he looked over the room and all the toys and decorations everyone had added to the room before he rushed over and hugged Thorin’s and your lower legs, “Thank you!”

When he looked up at you both you crouched down saying, “Why don’t we look at what everyone’s brought you, hmm?” He nodded and smiled at Frodo and Frigga along with the other young Durins joining you on inspecting each toy and present with them calling out their additions or toys they had similar to them he could bring his to play with theirs on play dates and sleepovers widening his smile at his new large family. 

With each item inspected and his dress vest and shoes removed he joined everyone on the path to get some of the meal that had finished cooking. Happily he claimed his seat at the added Children’s table in the back yard not far from you and Thorin who did some more catching up and shared on plans to add you to the family babysitting and sleepover chart to ease Estel into getting used to spending time in other people’s homes without assuming you would never come back for him again.

After the food the cake was brought out fueling a sugar frenzy in the Children all chasing each other in the large yard you realized was surrounded by Balin’s and Bifur’s as they opened the gates connecting them freeing the supply of toys and playgrounds they could climb on while the elder teens took shifts on watching each group with some of the elder Durins. All of them loved watching the new addition to their family so easily taking to them in return through their hopes for your near future when the paperwork was finalized and the ceremonies all on the way to the long awaited union. A topic which arose once again as Dwalin locked his eyes with yours stating, “Got a call from Thranduil.”

You nodded and asked, “The Family Lawyer, right?”

To which he nodded, “Yes. He um, he got the papers.”

Thorin smirked at your side easing his arms around you in your lean against his chest and said, “Though he did have a suggestion.”

You tilted your head back meeting his eyes, “To help the adoption along quicker he suggested our eloping.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, “Oh really now, how would that make it easier?”

Dwalin replied, “Thranduil said if you did elope this week then Thorin’s name could be placed on the new birth certificate and papers instead of having it listed as a John Doe.” He wet his lips, “Plus, then you wouldn’t have to reopen it to have a separate adoption later on.”

You smirked through a playful glare at him asking, “And?”

He started to blush and reached for his drink as Bilbo glanced at him to say, “You didn’t!”

You looked between them only to ask, “Didn’t what?” You peered up at Thorin, “Thorin?”

Thorin wet his lips answering, “Dis might have been listening in on our conference call earlier and got Gramps to file for the license.”

You shook your head with a disbelieving giggle then pointed at Dwalin, “You owe me that black cherry mouse cake then for the dinner after. I know you’re planning a dinner too.” Making them smirk as he agreed through Thorin’s tilting your head back to claim a kiss that ended with Estel sleepily crawling onto your lap curling up for a nap as the others did the same to their Parents signaling a final clean up and wave of sleeping Pebbles being taken home again.

Your smile grew as you carried him into his bathroom and you sat him on the counter helping him brush his teeth then helped him into the pajamas Thorin had picked out and traded for his dress clothes he tossed in the hamper while you helped Estel into a fresh sleeping pull on diaper you covered with his pajamas. Sweetly he wished you both good night after you both had curled up beside his bed reading him a story he’d picked from his new supply he’d been gifted. Tucked in he rolled over snuggling with his new plushie as you turned on his glowing crystal night light and left the door cracked and walked to your room once Thorin ensured all the lights were shut off and joined you in a quick shower.

Dried off with teeth brushed you pulled into a pair of shorts and a tank top while Thorin kept to his briefs and followed you to bed where you settled into your usual woven snuggling position as Thorin softly asked, “You’re comfortable?”

You nodded brushing one of his loose braid strip behind his ear bringing back his smile as he closed the distance claiming a gentle kiss through which you shifted closer to him intertwining your legs with his to deepen the kiss. A hushed request of permission and he ducked under the blanket after a purr against your ear, “Nice and quiet Kurkarukê.”

A nip at your lip later you covered your face with a pillow to muffle your giggles and hushed moans until Thorin rose up to claim a fiery kiss allowing your hand to sink to stroke him. Uncertain to take it farther even the simple oral on both parts ended contently as you helped each other find your clothes and redress before you snuggled around Thorin when he snuggled as carefully as he could across your stomach, using your shoulder as his pillow after another trading of loving kisses and sleepy sentiments as you drifted off.

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But sleep was short lived as a set of fingers tapped your hand hanging off the bed causing your eyes to open and fall on Estel and his sheepish expression. Wetting your lips you tapped Thorin’s shoulder stirring him as you asked, “Bad dream?”

Thorin blinked his eyes open with a sleepy smile at Estel who timidly replied, “I used my potty.”

You smiled saying, “Good job.”

He released his lip after a nip at it to say, “But I missed.”

Without missing a beat Thorin shrugged saying, “We all miss. It happens.”

You nodded as Estel’s posture straightened a bit at the news while you added, “You should have seen Frerin in University, couldn’t make it in the bowl for three hours after he’d wake up. Plus once, Dis ended up sliding square off the seat, oh you should have heard her screaming.” Making him giggle as you both sat up and you said, “Let’s get this cleaned up and you back to bed.”

Thorin stood and went to fetch a set of cleaning cloths while you took the small plastic toilet you dumped the little bit that had made it inside in the toilet and rinsed it out in the tub as Thorin wiped up the puddle and rinsed the cloths. With the toilet flushed and the potty dried and put back in place you both led Estel back to bed for another story then you were curled back in Thorin’s arms for the walk back to your bed. A kiss was stolen and you snuggled up again as Thorin rumbled another loving good night after yours.

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An early alarm pulled you from bed to your feet and towards the kitchen to put together a breakfast in your new kitchen while Thorin showered again, primped and dressed for work, joining you with a smile. Firmly his lips met your cheek in his aid in adding the dishes to the table for you to add the food to before he went to help Estel to the table and claimed his seat at your side smiling through breakfast assisting Estel from dumping his sliced fruit across his chest in his early morning eagerness for food. Finishing the last of his coffee he looked at Estel as he asked after looking between you both, “Billa and Bippo said you’re getting married tomorrow.” Your eyes shifted to Estel wondering how you of all people had not been informed of the date especially. His tone dropped sheepishly, “Do I not get to go?”

Thorin smiled at him and shifted in his chair to face him fully in a lean forward, “I had been meaning to speak with you about that. As Jaqi’s family I wanted to first, ask your permission to marry your Sister. And secondly, if you would do us the honor of being the ring bearer along with Frodo?”

Estel’s lips parted and he gave a quick nod to both before asking, “Do I have to wear a suit?”

Thorin chuckled, “Only if you want to. It’ll be small, just us, Bilbo, Dwalin, Frigga and Frodo up at the courthouse. Mostly paperwork but there will be pictures and in a couple days we’ll have another big dinner to celebrate, cake and all.”

Estel nodded then looked at his button down shirt and outer jacket asking, “Are you a business like Arathorn?”

Thorin shook his head, “No. I’m a Therapist like Uncle Dwalin. We help people, when they’re tired or scared or were hurt we listen to them and help them.”

Estel, “Like a Doctor?”

Thorin chuckled softly, “Well I’m another kind of Doctor. I don’t give shots or fix broken bones or give xrays, some times what someone needs is a person to share their problems with to help them through it.”

Estel, “Like when I started reading. Mama Bunny kept listening and helping me learn.”

Thorin’s smile deepened, “Something like that.”

Estel, “Will you come home today?”

Thorin held his smile replying, “My work rarely keeps me past dark.” Making Estel’s hopeful eyes flinch fully open again shining brightly, “I am not going to be like Arathorn. I am going to love and protect you and your Mama Bunny for the rest of our lives. It will be a change for you to get used to, but if you need me, I will be here for you, the both of you.”

Estel glanced at you asking, “Is that why Mama Bunny has a bird on her chest like the one on your back?”

You wet your lips scooting closer to him, “When Arathorn and Gilrean had you for that month I got sick and I needed to stay in a hospital.” His lips parted and you added, “I’ll tell you more about it when you’re older, but for now, I had to get some stitches and they left some scars I got covered with a Raven and some flowers that blend into my other flowers on my side.”

Estel nodded, “It’s pretty.”

You smiled and leaned in to kiss his cheek, “Thank you.”

Estel, “So, can we color first?”

You steadily replied, “Actually, I have to make a quick stop at work.” Estel’s mood sank, “You’re coming too, half hour at the most. Vili promised he’d show you around, especially the day care center there, you’ll be coming to work with me when we don’t have a play date set up for my shifts.”

Thorin, “Some of your new Cousins are there as well with their Parents.”

Estel, “Lunch?”

Your smile spread easing his nerves, “We will eat lunch together there, and I’ll drop by as often as I can, even sneak you into my office if possible.”

Thorin, “That’s how Dis plans on having her girls.”

“See, it’ll work out just like at my old job, only better this time, you’ll have family around to keep you company.” Making his smile grow as he hopped down rushing to his room to pick out his clothes and toys he would take for the short stop.

When Thorin stood to leave he kissed you both accepting your hugs and promised Estel he would see him at dinner before leaving just as Dis arrived and helped you put Estel in her car for the short drive to your new work place. “Mamma Bunny said you slid of the toilet in Uni.”

Dis paused then smiled at you with a soft chuckle after you stated, “We’re potty training.”

Estel, “Thorin says everyone misses. Even Frerin.”

Dis chuckled again, “That is true.”

Pt 6

#Thorin x Reader OC #Hobbit #lotr

[saitou-shuka]

[English Translation] Ultra Jump March 2018: 100 Questions for Saito Shuka

[Read Anchan’s version!] [Read Furirin’s version!]

“I’m gonna shoot through your heart ☆ Yousoro!”

Saito Shuka (voice of Watanabe You) Nickname: Shukashuu Birthday: August 16th Blood type: A Hobbies: Badminton, calligraphy, walking Skills: Dance

Notable Roles TV Anime: Time Bokan 24 Game: Uchi no Hime-sama ga Ichiban Kawaii (Amaterasu) etc.

1. Favorite food? Salisbury steak with cheese inside.

2. Disliked food? Tomato.

3. Favorite sweets? Gummies!

4. Your number one favorite home-cooked dish? Salisbury steak.

5. Favorite color? Red.

6. Favorite scent? My own perfume.

7. Favorite season? Autumn.

8. Favorite event of the year? My birthday!

9. What sport do you like watching? Soccer.

10. What sport do you like playing? Badminton.

11. Favorite animal? I like dogs! Like Samoyed huskies, toy poodles, and miniature kaninchen dachshunds!

12. If you were to compare yourself to an animal, what would you be? I've been told that I'm a squirrel!

13. Are you a dog person? Or a cat person? Dogs!

14. Favorite manga? "Bokura ga Ita".

15. Favorite genre of manga? Shoujo comics! I like it when I read alone and my heart races and I get all flustered ♡

16. First manga you read? "Crayon Shin-chan".

17. First anime you watched? "Ojamajo Doremi".

18. Favorite movie? "Burlesque".

19. Favorite musical artist? Hamasaki Ayumi-san.

20. Song(s) you listen to every day? Aqours music!

21. First CD you bought? I don't remember.

22. Your specialty song at karaoke? Hamasaki Ayumi-san's "Days".

23. Phone lock screen? A photo of acorns.

24. A clothing brand you often buy? I'm not too picky about that stuff. I want to wear clothes that suit me!

25. Your best outfit? I'm the type to wear a one-piece dress (speaking of which, I only own one or so) or a skirt.

26. Favorite place in your house? The bathroom (because there's not a lot of space).

27. What do you want most right now? A dog. I want two more dogs.

28. What's something that you'll always carry in your bag? A handkerchief (laugh).

29. What's something you've been collecting unintentionally? Those small SMISKI figures.

30. What's your treasure? My family.

31. What kind of child were you? I haven't changed (laugh).

32. Your childhood treasure? I treasured my plushies the most.

33. Your childhood dream? To become a kindergarten teacher (I was actually too embarrassed to tell people I wanted to become an idol so I said this instead).

34. Someone you respect? Mama!!

35. If you could travel anywhere, where would you go? France!

36. What country do you want to try visiting? Europe! France in particular!

37. Any bad habits? Recently I've been quick to touch people.

38. Do you have a catchphrase? This is the best! I said it right away (laugh).

39. Charm point? My eyebrows are sloped downwards like the 八 character.

40. A strength you have? I'm stubborn.

41. A shortcoming you have? I'm stubborn.

42. Your special skill? Dance.

43. Something you're bad at? Studying.

44. A precise weakness of yours? Touching my shoulders.

45. What do you want to fix about yourself? Simply my sharp tongue.

46. What's something you could live off of? Dance.

47. What are you confident you can imitate well? No Face's voice from the scene where he eats the frog in Spirited Away.

48. Your current obsession? TV games.

49. A phrase you've been using a lot? Instaworthy.

50. Favorite motto? I say "once-in-a-lifetime encounter" (laugh).

51. If you could describe yourself with one word, what would it be? Carefree.

52. Something you've been picky about recently? Moving around during a live performance.

53. Fill in the blank with something positive: I'm actually _. Cold*. But in a good way. *(Note: think “chill”)

54. Fill in the blank with something negative: I'm actually _. Cold. But in a bad way.

55. Anything but this! Tickling my shoulders.

56. What would the world be better off without? War.

57. How do you kill time? I play with my dog.

58. How do you relieve stress and refresh yourself? I sleep.

59. What app have you been using often recently? Music app.

60. What's something you always do once you wake up? Open the curtains.

61. What's something you always do before you sleep? Drink hot milk with honey.

62. What do you do when you ride the train? Listen to music.

63. What do you do to maintain your health? I always wash my hands and rinse my mouth! Important stuff!

64. What do you do when you have the day off? Sleep.

65. What do you do when you have time to yourself? I basically only think about work. How I'm going to handle the live performance and stuff!

66. What do you do when you hang out with friends? We go watch movies.

67. Where do you want to go on your first date? I want to go wherever my date wants to go.

68. If you were to confess to someone, what kind of situation would you want it to be? I'd want to meet up and say it directly. Not by letter or by phone, but at the park or something!

69. If someone were to confess to you, what kind of situation would you want it to be? I'd want a smooth confession while we're talking to each other. I don't care where it happens. If someone told me suddenly like "pow" when we were just talking about whatever, I think I'd die (laugh).

70. What memories do you have of Valentine's Day? In the earlier years of elementary school I wanted to give chocolate to a boy I liked, but I couldn't do it and just ate them myself.

71. Something fun that happened recently? Went to a certain amusement park with my friends.

72. Something sad that happened recently? The cactus my family was raising just broke.

73. Something funny that happened recently? (Aida) Rikako dropped a bunch of gummy candies on the Shinkansen and was like "oops I dropped them" but didn't pick them up.

74. Something about your past you want to erase? I'll leave that to your imagination (laugh).

75. A moment that made you think "This is a miracle!"? Right now, each moment that I'm living is a miracle!

76. A moment that made you think "I'm glad to be alive"? Whenever I'm dancing.

77. What wish do you want granted in the future? I want more dogs. I want to be surrounded by dogs.

78. What's something you wished for that came true? The fact that I can go on stage and dance like this now.

79. Any fond memories of 2017? All the live concerts.

80. What went wrong in 2017? Simply, making mistakes while dancing. The challenge is how well you can hide your slip-up.

81. Goals for 2018? I want to act my age. I don't act like an adult!

82. What would you do if you won 100 million yen from the lottery? I'd put half into savings, give half of the remaining money to my parents, and use the leftovers. I want to build a house or something!

83. What would you do if you had a time machine? I'd want to visit the past. After all, the future is something you have to create yourself.

84. What would you want to do if the world were to end tomorrow? I'd want to do a live performance!

85. What would you want to eat if the world were to end tomorrow? Salisbury steak with cheese inside or pizza! I want to eat foods with cheese!

86. If you could bring one thing to a deserted island, what would it be? A survival knife.

87. If you were reborn in another world, what would you want to become? A magician.

88. If you were reborn in this world, what would you want to become? A dog.

89. If you were to be reborn, would you want to be male or female? Female.

90. What's good about being a girl? People spoil me (laugh).

91. What's something you'd want to try if you were male? Getting into a fight.

92. A challenge you want to take on? I want to play a musical instrument. I want to learn how to play trumpet from scratch. Also, tap dance.

93. A voice role you want to try in the future? A really weird, but cute girl.

94. If you could do any job outside of voice acting, what would it be? A pet shop employee or a kindergarten teacher.

95. What made you the happiest out of everything you've been told? “You're so cool!”

96. Have you been keeping any secrets from the rest of Aqours? I haven't been specifically keeping any secrets, no!

97. Where in Numazu would you like to visit again? The Deep Sea Aquarium.

98. Praise yourself as much as possible! You always do your best (laugh).

99. Your thoughts on today's photoshoot? I had so much fun; it was the best!!!

100. Finally, a word for your fans! I'm going to do my very best with Aqours from now on. I'll work hard so that all of you can follow us, and want to follow us as well!

TL: shukamod QC: Yujacha (@yujachachacha​)

#love live sunshine #saitou shuka #shukashuu #I'm drunk #I forgot what I was gonna say in the tags #uhhh #take a shot whenever shuka talks about dogs #also her answers are lul #sasuga shuka #did u guys know I love shuka #no? #lolololol #lolololololol #akdhfksjrsthkejrhfkjvhdkjghjwe #good night #it's 4:30am #ultra jump #interview #translation #long post

[moricatlibrary]

Blanket Fort

Eren and Armin spend their date night in a blanket fort.

A short fic dedicated to @megumegufire because idk she’s great and I wanted to give her something ;3;

Enjoy if you can! (has some sexual themes<3)

Eren stirred the curry he was cooking with a smile, declaring it finished just in time for Armin to get home from work any minute now. Friday was his favorite day of the week. He had the day off to stay home, rest up, clean around the apartment, get a nice dinner together, and prepare for his night with Armin. Friday usually meant marathoning a show or movie series, playing games, sharing a hot bath, or having shameless, passionate sex, whatever they could enjoy doing together at home for a night. Tonight, they planned on watching Samurai Flamenco yet again, Armin’s favorite anime and one even Eren was starting to quote in Japanese for how often they’d seen it together. And such an occasion called for curry, using an Indian recipe that Eren finally had the chance to try out. “Hope he likes it… Hmm… Better add a little more pepper just in case…” he thought to himself, never really sure when a dish was spicy enough to suit Armin’s zest for it.

Suddenly, the sound of a key turning the lock on the door hit the air and Eren grinned to himself for his beloved’s return. He quickly removed his apron and rushed to meet him at the door before it even opened, but within a second, the dripping wet blond man came in, shaking his umbrella a little before placing it in the stand.

“There he is! Ah, I guess the storm caught you, huh? Anyway, welcome home.” he purred with a sultry voice, preparing to go in for a kiss right away. But he stopped short at the sight of Armin’s face as he looked up to meet his gaze.

Armin’s face was wet from the rain, but more so, the red eyes and puffy cheeks made it clear that he’d been crying, further confirmed by his pouty frown.

Such an image tugged at Eren’s heart and he wordlessly pulled him into a hug, reciprocated by Armin in full as he buried his face in his chest. Still without even hearing what was wrong, Eren then pulled away to suggest exactly what he knew Armin would need. “Blanket fort?”

“Mm.” the sniffling man nodded.

And Eren set to work right away…

Blanket forts were something fun the pair had indulged in for as long as they’d known each other. Though their bodies had aged, their hearts were still young, or at least Armin’s was, and thus blanket forts were an old habit between them that never died. Truthfully, Eren might’ve outgrown it or set it aside as he’d gotten older, but Armin Arlert was his lover, and no one appreciated Armin’s magical ability to renew a heart’s spirit with fun and free spirited activities more than Eren Yeager. And thus he never lost his own fondness for blanket forts either. It was only cozier now that they were older and bigger and filling up such a tiny warm space, and they were even more fun now that they were seasoned enough at the craft to add more embellishments to it, like Christmas lights, and a second “room”, and a back door to head to the restroom. They also had plenty of extra blankets, sheets, and pillows on hand for just such an occasion as this when an emergency blanket fort was required. While Armin showered and slipped into his most comfortable pajamas, Eren laid out the big futon, pillows, set up the couch cushions, hung the sheets, blankets, and soft lights, set up the laptop for their marathon, and put together their dinner trays to be eaten inside the fort. Armin soon walked out of the bathroom in soft, baggy lounging clothes, wiping his eyes.

“Hey…” Eren greeted in a soft voice. “Feeling any better now that you’re out of that wet work suit?”

Armin shook his head no.

“Ah… Well, hey, come here.” he continued, opening his arms as he walked towards him, though Armin ran to close the gap between them right away, hugging him just as tight as before. Eren’s hand rested on Armin’s head as he held him close, feeling a little dampness seep into his shirt since Armin was still a little weepy. “It’s okay… I’m here, and you’re here, everything’s okay. You wanna talk about it yet?” He felt Armin’s head shake no again. “That’s okay. All the ugliness is outside now, you’re home and safe with me.” he cooed, and kissed his head before pulling away to smile at him.

Armin wiped his eyes again to find that smile in clear view as he looked up at his tall sweetheart. And like Eren’s magic always did, it managed to make him smile a little again himself.

“Come on, let’s go eat this dinner before it gets cold.”

The pair sat inside the blanket fort, enjoying their dinner for 2 and Armin indeed couldn’t compliment Eren enough on his new recipe, and for adding the perfect amount of spice to suit him. But soon enough, after the curry started to warm him up again, Armin managed to get the topic of his bad day out of the way.

“I came in late and my boss yelled at me. And you know I can endure a lot, but today it just really cut me. He said he was sick of me wasting his time there with half assed work, knowing my priority wasn’t with the company. And I think the reason it hurt me this time was because… he’s right.” he sighed. “I don’t care about this company. I don’t care about the numbers, I don’t care about the profits, I don’t care about any of this endless boring work I have to do every day. I was late for no good reason too. I stopped to just stand outside and stare at the people going by. Smell the air, watch the dogs and the kids play. Watch the kind old people contrast with the mean ones. I saw a pretzel stand near by and decided to grab one before I went in, just to nibble on something throughout the day since I was already late and I’d have to work through lunch. And it just- really stung. He called me out and chewed me out. And I swallowed it, apologized, got straight to work and kept my head down for the rest of the day. I hate it there, Eren… I really do. It’s the polar opposite of how I wanted to spend my life. I wanted to see the world with you, I wanted to already be traveling with you, but we’re stuck here… And as I walked home, I just started crying. I didn’t even bother opening my umbrella ‘cause I just didn’t care anymore. I cried because my worst nightmare is starting to look like reality and I just have to face the facts: I may not get to travel with you at all any time soon… Maybe ever at this rate. All because I can’t just bring myself to fake it at work the way I should.”

“…Armi–”

“I was really worried about facing you tonight. I know you hate standing still and I know you hate when I lose my faith, but it just–”

“Armin.” Eren addressed him firmly but ever gently as he lovingly placed his hand over his.

Armin’s tears had begun to well up again, but Eren’s sweeping thumb brushed them away before they could begin to fall.

Eren continued with a soft smile. “First of all, you have every right to hate your job, cuz it sucks. I don’t blame you for taking it slow today, they’ve worked you hard ever since you got there, and they definitely don’t pay you enough to just dedicate your heart to it Monday through Friday for 8 hour days. I’m proud of you for rebelling a little. That took a lot of guts! That’s quite the opposite of standing still, don’t you think?”

Armin blushed… both with flattery and embarrassment for thinking so little of himself as usual. He never forgot to be thankful that he had Eren to pull him out of his inferiority complex at the end of days like these.

Eren went on. “And second of all, it won’t be forever. We will definitely travel. Soon in fact! Remember? After our Christmas bonuses added up, we’re already 3 quarters of the way there in our travel funds! And I know you’re a great writer, so that proto draft you sent the publishers in that city I can’t pronounce is sure to leave a good impression at the very least! You definitely won’t be doing this job forever. If it’s draining you that much though, I say either demand a raise or ask for less straining shifts since this current one is so hard on you. And if this basketball season turns out as good as the football season, I can definitely ask the school to give me another raise. Really, so long as you don’t mind living in this shitty place for just a little longer, we’ll be set quite soon. I believe in us. At the very least I believe in you, anyway.”

“…” Armin’s tears fell again, but this time over a smile instead of a frown.

“More curry?”

He nodded yes and smiled to himself in thought as he watched his husband leave to refill his tray and waited for him to come back, no longer worrying or caring about this awful day. Just beaming brightly with thoughts about Eren and how much he loved him as his heart fluttered in his chest as much as it always did, no matter how long they were together. And just counting the seconds before that handsome man of his would return to the blanket fort.

“Ta-daa!” Eren sang as the plushy fort curtain opened again, and placed a second helping of hot curry in front of Armin, whom ate it swiftly with a healthy smile and sparkling eyes. Eren smiled to himself, so happy to see Armin happy again and eating like a happy person.

The talk about work then quickly turned into a happy chat about Armin’s manga, and where he should take the story between the first and third quarter. Eren suggested a battle with the female character on the enemy’s side since not only was Armin good at writing for women, but also found good female characters to be quite well received since they’re such a frustratingly fresh concept in entertainment media. Armin concurred and thought excitedly about how to use her emotional depth to it’s fullest while Eren rattled on about wanting to see a cool fight scene with her against the protagonists. With no longer a trace of sadness in the air at all, Eren suggested it was time to eat dessert while they marathoned their anime. Now the air was filled with the pair exchanging theories about Goto’s mysterious girlfriend and at what point he really began to fall for Masayoshi, between Eren chuckling over and over again “Look, it’s us! Wow, this is just us! Masayoshi Kun is just like you!” to which Armin would always blush and reply, “Yep, that’s us! But I like you so much better than Goto San”, a compliment that made Eren quite proud. They’d poked the brownie bon bons into each other’s mouths until they’d eaten them all before they knew it, and decided to skip to the final arc to conclude the series before bed time. But after all that sugar and spice, they couldn’t be bothered to sleep any time soon.

Rather, they’d sparred in a small pillow fight before simply lying on their backs to chat endlessly about anything and everything while they mindlessly made shadow puppets on the blanket ceiling above them. Their affectionately interlocked hands rested between them, while Armin’s leg rested over Eren’s, with his foot and toes brushing up against his.

“So why does it smell different when it’s going to rain? That’s true, right? Not just a thing old people made up?” Eren asked, forming what he deemed a puppy shadow puppet above them.

“Haha, it’s true, and it’s because the plants release a certain smell before the rain falls, because of the low pressure in the air.”

“Wow, no kidding? Fuck.”

“Pretty cool right?” he chuckled.

“Sucks if you’re on the ocean then. Was there a way to tell for rain before barometers or whatever were invented if you were on the sea?”

“Ever hear the phrase "Red sky at night, sailor’s delight, red sky at morning, sailors take warning”?“ Armin inquired as he made his bunny shadow puppet kiss Eren’s puppy during a game of shadow tag.

"Ahhh, yeah! That’s really fucking cool! How’s that work?”

“It has to do with the moisture in the air and what the sun reflects.”

“No shit… That’s awesome.”

“Haha, I’m glad we can just fly over the ocean though, so getting caught in a storm at sea is no longer a required fear for the traveling man. I do wish we could take our trips by sea, though…” Armin lamented.

“I’m sorry, Aru… Someday when your manga takes off and we can work from anywhere in the world, we’ll travel by ship.”

“There’s a dream…” he sighed with a smile.

“Come on, now. It definitely won’t come true if you don’t believe in it. Isn’t that what you taught me?” Eren playfully bantered, turning his head to look at his husband.

Armin’s eyes met his and he smiled again. “I didn’t mean that I didn’t believe in it… I just… I want it so bad, Eren… I want that future with you so much it aches sometimes. Because we aren’t there right now.”

Eren retired his shadow puppet and brought that hand to Armin’s face to cup his cheek, pulling him in for a tender kiss. “Well, in the mean time, we’re here right now. And I don’t think that’s so bad, all things considered. I mean we’re trapped, and it sucks, but… You’re here with me. So I can make it work until that day finally comes when we’re free. How about you?”

Armin’s eyes shined like stars for this man who reminded him continuously to keep dreaming. He pulled Eren into his arms and helped himself to a long, indulgent kiss, followed by a few words with a big promise. “As long you’re with me, I can handle the wait.”

“Mmm… That’s my Armin…” Eren hummed, and pulled him in for yet another kiss… and another, and another, and another, each one deeper than the last, with his tongue tangling with Armin’s as much as his legs were tangling with his. As he slipped his thigh between Armin’s legs and found the warm, hard protrusion he was hoping to feel, he hummed that special hum of his into Armin’s lips before pulling away with a wet pop. “Mmmmmh… Good thing I stocked up on our "goodies” yesterday.“

Armin moaned a meaningless, yearning sound as he pulled Eren back to his lips, running his hands over his back and through his hair, and desperately pressing Eren into the pillows surrounding them, looking forward to leaving a special impression on this sacred blanket fort.

With the smell of sex and coconut oil in the air, the lights out, and only the gentle rain outside to serenade them, Armin lay quietly in Eren’s arms, almost lulling off to sleep as Eren’s gentle breathing moved him up and down… Eren combed his fingers through the strands of Armin’s hair habitually while his other hand rested on Armin’s back and indulged in the feeling of Armin’s own breathing. Rise and fall, rise and fall, rise and fall… As Eren finally closed his eyes, giving in to the warmth and safety of this fort, and feeling completely one with Armin under their soft blanket, he drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the ocean. Dreaming of the waves moving up and down, rising and falling, with Armin in his arms, as it carried them across the world to their dreams…

"Eren…” he began, the only voice Eren could hear in this whole dream. “I love you.”

“I love you too…”

And nothing could take that dream away.

A/N:

Yes, Armin is writing Shingeki No Kyojin. This is a headcanon of mine that I’m sure you all know by now lmao. Yes, it lands a publisher and in a few years, they are happily traveling, and have a home base in Japan.

Eren playing housewife is so precious to me, sorry, I can’t help it… He is a coach for a big highschool somewhere in town, best he can do after his own sports related injuries rendering him a useless athlete (another old headcanon of mine that I’m sure you all know by now lmao).

#eremin #erearu #eren jaeger #armin arlert #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #im sorry megu this isnt as interesting as you deserve >.< i hope you enjoy parts of it tho!

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Phosphenes

written for @pliroyweek  2017 - Day 2, Confidence

Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice Relationship: Yuri Plisetsky/Jean-Jacques Leroy Characters: Yuri Plisetsky, Jean-Jacques Leroy Wordcount: 5957 Rating: Teen and Up Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Accidental Kissing, Kissing, First Kiss, a story featuring:, attentive JJ, and, Confused Yuri

After the disaster of Vancouver Olympics, Yuri finds comfort in the arms of the one he proclaims to hate most.

Phosphenes (n.) The stars and colors you see when you rub your eyes

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 “And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.  (R. Dahl)

*

The shooting star which had risen high across the skating horizon last year came crashing down on earth with full force.

Cup of China: 4th place

NHK Trophy: 5th place

Vancouver Olympics: 6th place after the short program.

Could it get any worse?

 *

Yuri had to run, had to get away from the cheering crowds that weren’t cheering for him after ruining his free skate program with three falls in a row. If he could save the 6th place he’d be lucky; he didn’t think he could. Reporters surrounded him, cameras fired their flashes in his direction and somewhere he heard Yuri’s Angels crying. In one ear rang Lilia’s voice, in the other it was Yakov. He had to get away from them; from those idiots flirting with each other at the rink, too; from JJ who performed better than ever in his home country. With the first opportunity presenting itself, Yuri disappeared, ignoring the furious shouts trailing after him.

The ranking after the short program was:

1st- Jean-Jacques Leroy

2nd - Victor Nikiforov

3rd - Yuri Katsuki

If that was the final ranking after the free skate, Yuri didn’t know, and cared less.  

 *

The underground of Vancouver’s ice-dome was endless – a massive labyrinth of hallways with doors leading just to another hallway, with even more doors. Yuri ran into the opposite direction to where the dressing room assigned to the Russian athletes was located, winding his way far into the heart of the maze. As he ran, the voices and shouts became distant, nothing more than surreal flitters of murmur, until they subsided completely. All around him was eerily silent, but not in a good way. Yuri was so angry with himself that his ears were ringing, so disappointed that he was almost dizzy with it, leaning against the wall of the corridor to take a few breaths, before he continued to run.

Yuri tried the first door he came across – locked. The next one – too. It was the third which yielded to Yuri’s hand. There were lockers inside the room, a mirror, and a couple of stupid Canadian flags. Perhaps it should have startled him and let him overthink his choices but it didn’t. How so, when every spot in this god-damn country seemed to be decorated with red maple leaves on white ground these days. It was normal. And for that simple fact he hated it. All the more as the fucking maple leaf reminded him of JJ all the fucking time.

He sat down on the floor, as far away from the door as possible, his knees tucked under his chin, with the tiger plushy pressed tightly against his chest. Not even that one could offer any comfort today; tears streamed down his face no matter how often he tried to wipe them away with the end of his sleeves they kept coming; kept coming still when he contently rocked his body back and forth. Yuri still wore his skating costume, with the jumper of the Russian team over it, both not really warm. If he was trembling from the cold or if the sobs shook his body, Yuri couldn’t tell nor could he bring himself to care. He didn’t fight the tremors that shook him, either, having learned the hard way that fighting them only made it worse. He glowered at the door, fingers curled childlike into fists as frustrated tears streamed down his cheeks.

Sobs easily turned into helpless cries as time became an endless blur around him, spent in contemplation about his problems; they were countless, ranging from growing too fast, to overwhelming anxiety attacks which left him restless for days to see love all around him when he was so terribly lonely. In this moment, Yuri felt like dying, having not a glimpse of strength or inspiration left.

 *

Minutes had easily blended into half an hour without Yuri even bothering to control his emotions, something with which he had always struggled, although usually it were different emotions entirely: angry and rude, often outright hurtful towards those he loved to insult. The cheerful humming in the corridor went completely unnoticed by Yuri, drowned out by those heartbreaking sobs of helpless misery. Not a moment later, the door to the room where he was hiding flew open, and JJ burst through it with his fucking smile on his fucking face.

Gold, thought Yuri, before shouting at him with his tear-stricken voice. “Get out you asshole!”

Of all people, JJ – smiling, humming, good-humored JJ was the one he least wished to deal with right now. Phichit would leave him be after a while, so probably would Chris. About Victor he wasn’t so certain. Well, for JJ – needless to say, JJ didn’t leave him be. Instead JJ closed the door behind him, locking it from inside.

“Yura,” he said, trying to add something, which drowned in Yuri’s furious yells

“Get out!” Yuri shrieked, then glowered in JJ’s direction, throwing the tiger plushy he had been holding onto all the while right into JJ’s face. “Get the fuck out!”

JJ tried to catch Yuri’s gaze but Yuri refused to meet his eyes, looking away as soon as he noticed. Instead he buried his face in his hands again. To have his worst enemy witness his mental breakdown, JJ seeing him like this in all the helpless misery just made everything worse for Yuri: to admit that much – well, no, basically all of it: the Russian tiger image, being strong, fear- and reckless, was a carefully woven façade to protect the kitten he truly was proved yet another tremor, which shook Yuri’s body.

JJ didn’t move an inch, only bending down to lift the tiger up from the floor. “You may not have noticed it, Plisetsky, but you ended up in my changing room.”

Fuck! Yuri didn’t say that, contemplating his bad luck. Whatever could go wrong, actually did go wrong today.

JJ took advantage of Yuri’s momentary distraction and stepped forward, stopping right in front of him, shuffling his feet in a way Yuri had not seen him doing it, before he gave Yuri a smile and offered the plushy back.

Yuri looked startled at him, then glaring, snatching the tiger out of JJ’s hand, pressing it towards his chest where it had been before. “Get your stuff and leave me be!”

For a second there was silence, on both sides, each of them looking startled at the other in surprising insecurity. “Nobody should be alone in such a state,” JJ finally said, squatting down in front of Yuri so that they were on eye level. There was some truth in JJ’s words, Yuri figured, but didn’t say it. Agreeing to something JJ said was – still – simply beyond the imaginable, no matter how true it might be. Yet still, the sincerity in JJ’s word struck him almost physically. What game was JJ playing, he kept wondering, and more importantly: why did he play it? Was one victory for the night not enough?

“Remember last year, Yuri?” JJ asked rhetorically, shifting his body awkwardly until he was able to sit down beside Yuri, his back leaning against the row of lockers. Gods, he was so persistently annoying, Yuri thought, edging away from the arm, which touched his own. “When I performed so badly in both of my programs when it mattered most? If it hadn’t been for all those who still supported me afterwards, I wouldn’t be where I am now – again.”

“I’m not you,” Yuri sneered derisively, feeling envious. JJ had friends, had a loving family who always supported him, has had a wonderful fiancé at that time. Basically just everything Yuri lacked in his life, all he dreamt of during those lonely nights.

“This doesn’t mean you don’t need it,” stated JJ, placing his arm casually on Yuri’s shoulders in a way Yuri never would – or could. He envied that, too, wondering how JJ could be so quick, so casual in his touches, giving affection even to those that did not matter to him.

Yuri had always been desperate for attention, having it rubbed right into his face by JJ however was completely unnecessary. “You can’t be serious,” Yuri snapped in the process of forcing out yet another hidden insult, face grimacing just to keep pretending to be somebody he was not, now less than ever. “Your arrogance is even worse than I assumed when you truly think you’re the one to comfort me.” The words showed little effect as JJ’s arm remained exactly where it was, offering the comfort Yuri craved so badly without ever admitting it to anyone, least alone JJ.

JJ sighed, head bumping against the locker. “I could at least try?” he offered, strangely calm and not sounding arrogant at all so that Yuri was briefly tempted to turn his head to catch a glimpse of his face. He didn’t. “Who else is here?” JJ asked, rather to himself. “Victor? He probably has not even noticed that you are missing.”

Most obviously not, Yuri had to agree slightly hurt, with Victor having eyes only for that damn Katsudon. He knew it, had always hated it; hearing it from JJ only hurt all the more.

JJ went on. “Yakov?”

Yakov probably was missing Yuri, but Yuri was in no mood to deal with Yakov. Not today, tomorrow probably not either. “Hell no!” Yuri snapped, glaring into the emptiness of the room.

“See? Your options are limited, Plisetsky.”

For the first time, Yuri turned his head, looking at JJ’s face in bewilderment from under tear-stained lashes. “Don’t call me that,” Yuri said barely audible, shifting a few inches away from JJ, so that JJ arm slipped off Yuri’s shoulders.

JJ immediately moved after him. “Yura? Yuri? What would you prefer?” He sounded strangely sincere.

It was the first time they were talking with each other, like really talking with each other, Yuri thought, not throwing insults and teasing remarks at each other’s heads just to win the competition of this year’s greatest asshole.

“Both is okay,” Yuri sobbed, wiping the dampness from his face, nevertheless surprised how he had managed to choke out a word at all.

“It’s not only the ranking that bothers you,” JJ observed, and there was nothing Yuri could argue against that, because it was so painfully true that fresh tears ran down his cheeks again. His shoulders began to shake, guilt and misery shadowing his eye until JJ reached out again, carefully and with a good amount of hesitation as if he tried to touch a frightened dog.

Yuri nodded, allowing the strange yet comforting touch this time, too weak to fight the touch; too exhausted to pretend to be the greatest asshole alive; too tired to struggle against what felt wrong yet so incredibly right at the same time. Talking did help, Yuri had to agree, even if right now it meant talking to JJ.

What had he to lose, after having lost everything that was dear to him – and so much more tonight already?

Not much.

After that painful realization Yuri confessed everything, the words spilling from his tear swollen lips like a waterfall restrained by artificial walls way too long. He told JJ about not being able to sleep anymore, suffering from anxiety attacks late at night, that he had dreamt of all the failures, even of those which had not yet happened. “It is place eight, isn’t it?” he mumbled some when in between, never having heard of the final ranking down here. Unashamed he continued to speak about the problems he had with Katsuki and Victor being that special, gross way in front of him, told him how much he hated the world itself, about pain, and loss, and heart-break, his fingers twisting with the cords of JJ’s hoodie back and forth all the while he spoke. For the sake of completeness he didn’t even leave the struggle with his own sexuality out; being an underage minor, a famous underage minor who was openly gay was out of question in Russia. He wasn’t even entirely convinced if he was gay, or rather bisexual, or pansexual, and figured it actually did not quite matter. Not for himself at least. JJ, who was openly bisexual, agreed. By the time Yuri was done, he was a quivering mess in JJ’s embrace, streaks of tears staining JJ’s sweater.

“I’m sorry,” Yuri mumbled, observing the mess he had created.

“Sometimes we all need to remind ourselves that we are humans,” JJ answered, pulling Yuri close.

Realizing that JJ’s arm now somehow rested around his waist, Yuri tensed out of reflex. He hated people touching him. “Hush,” JJ said softly as if he was speaking to a frightened animal, interpreting Yuri’s thoughts correctly. Instead of letting go, he tightened the hold he had on Yuri with one arm, whilst he wiped the tears away with his other hand, using the sleeve of his jumper. “It’s fine. We all have these moments.”

Yuri doubted that Victor ever had these moments, doubted that Chris had them too, kept wondering all the more that JJ openly admitted to him that he had them occasionally. JJ, with all his breathtaking confidence, a mess plagued by anxiety? It was hard to imagine. Well, if Yuri was honest he truly had no idea who JJ was outside the rink, having never even bothered to talk to him when they met on some event after the competitions. All the years it had been a mutual agreement between them both.

Tentatively, JJ reached out. “May I?” he inquired, his voice sounding strangely insecure. His fingertips brushed against Yuri’s back, touching him in a way that made him shiver.

‘Damn it, why did something so wrong feel so incredibly right?’ Yuri asked himself, then glared at JJ. He simply had to, even if it did not quite match how he felt just before he nodded, lowering his eyes; JJ wasn’t going to eat him alive, he kept telling himself, nor was he playing with him, and that realization came as a surprise.  

Yuri didn’t speak after that, neither did JJ. Perhaps JJ spoke, but not with words. Yet another surprise for Yuri:  he hadn’t thought JJ was capable of shutting up for even a minute. Apparently he was.

JJ’s fingers trailed along Yuri’s spine, up and down, drawing straight lines or circling motions until Yuri began to relax visibly to the touch. What JJ did made him think of was his grandfather, thousands of miles away,  who never grew tired to hold him just for comfort, touched him in just the same way as JJ did right now. Yuri sniffed, memories mingling with the present, making everything worse. Fuck, what he would give to have his grandpa around now. The tremor came with no warning, shaking him to the core despite the soothing motions of JJ’s hand. He loved his grandfather, had always loved and cherished him, and damn it, he terribly missed him. In fact, Yuri always missed him, yet now more than ever. Unsurprisingly, JJ stopped, questioningly looking at Yuri with his impressive eyes – a dark blue, appearing to be almost black from the weird angle Yuri looked back at him, holding his gaze. Tiny streaks of silver disrupted the monotony, just as the silver streams of moonlight pierce through the starless night. They were beautiful, Yuri realized, and with that his own eyes grew wide.

“I’m sorry,” JJ mumbled, “do you wish me to stop?”

Yuri blinked in confusion, mostly because of his own weird thoughts, then glanced at JJ again just before he shook his head, face glowing red from embarrassment. He didn’t want JJ to stop; saying so was close to the impossible, and therefore Yuri was grateful that his gesture was encouragement enough for JJ to continue.

Regaining control of himself after tonight’s disaster was hard for Yuri. It took a good while, and he was convinced his sobs would have never ceased without JJ being around, without being comforted by the soothing touches and the warmth emanating from JJ’s body.

As odd as it might be, and as much as he hated to admit it, for once JJ’s voice did exactly the contrary to what it usually did – it didn’t spark an argument, no, it didn’t make him hiss like an angered cat. Instead it soothed Yuri, bone-deep and persistently, although he did not understand a single word of what JJ said. JJ talked in his strongly accented French to him, susurrating whispers against the crown of his head, strangely beautiful. It lured Yuri’s mind into a world of peace. Maybe it was for the better he did not understand it, because usually only nonsense came out of JJ’s mouth, or subtle insults. Yuri had to keep telling that to himself each time the gentle touches felt too intense, just to keep his pretense alive. There had not been an insult, not a single one this day, and Yuri knew he perhaps should revise his opinion on JJ.

Holding his breath, trying not to let JJ hear how fast his heart was beating, Yuri feigned disinterest, although his thoughts swirled in his mind like snowflakes through the frosty night. But he did not move, nor did he flinch, not even when JJ’s fingers flattened and ran over his golden hair, down his ears and neck, withdrawing only to repeat what he was doing. It felt good, it felt incredibly good, so good that Yuri’s eyes closed in the process of it.

Eventually, Yuri’s sobs trailed away to normal crying against JJ’s shoulder, and even that ceased and he fell completely silent. Until then, he had not realized how cold he was, fingers already stiff, being so occupied to fight his internal misery and his conflicting thoughts. It was cold in the room, no wonder he was freezing, basically wearing nothing.

“You’re shivering,” commented JJ, leaning away from the lockers to free himself from the zipped hoodie he was wearing, blood red with an ugly white maple leaf stitched on it right over JJ’s heart. A moment later, the hoodie was placed around Yuri’s shoulders, with JJ’s scarf around Yuri’s neck to follow. Why he let it happen, Yuri couldn’t say, mesmerized to discover yet another new side of JJ, burying his nose deep in the fabric of the scarf, letting go of the breath he was holding all the while.

Why he even allowed JJ to move his body until he was sitting on JJ’s thighs, Yuri could not explain, either, but with ease JJ repositioned him. “All the hoodies will not help if the floor is cold,” commented JJ absently, focusing to shift Yuri’s lithe body in his lap until both seemed comfortable with the position.

“True,” Yuri muttered, half glaring at JJ for moments, unsure about what else to do, before he decided to settle against JJ shoulder again. It had felt okay-ish; with okay-ish being Yuri’s way of saying he liked it. Not that he would ever say so aloud. No. When he stopped to wriggle his body until he was comfortable enough, JJ’s hands resumed what they did earlier.

Yuri hated what JJ did, truly.

No – not really. He wasn’t good at lying.

That it felt good Yuri hated all the more, he thought to himself.

He wasn’t good at thinking, either: not when such conflicting thoughts made his head spin like a Ferris wheel, with bursts of colors dancing across his closed lids as Auroras dance across the northern sky as JJ kissed the crown of his head.

A day ago Yuri wished to wrap his hands around JJ’s throat and watch the life drain out of his eyes.

And now? Rather not.

Yuri felt conflicted. It was so weird, and Yuri knew it was weird, but he just couldn’t help it?

It somehow felt unnatural to pretend to be unmoved by such kindness, even if it meant to acknowledge the fact that it was JJ’s.

He sighed, burying his face deeper in JJ’s shoulder, his nose still hidden in the scarf which smelled so intensely of JJ’s perfume, pretending that his left arm wasn’t resting on JJ’s back. Admitting it would mean to move it, and so Yuri didn’t. Actually neither of them moved for long moments, until Yuri’s occasional sobs turned into rare hiccups as he relaxed under JJ’s hand, which persistently stroked his golden curls.

With a sonorous sigh of exhaustion, Yuri closed his eyes again. Everything JJ did was for pure comfort he kept telling himself, kept telling even as his free arm sneaked around JJ’s waist to complete the perfect embrace. For once, JJ had the dignity to remain silent, although Yuri would give everything to be able to read JJ’s thoughts right then.

Instead of speaking, JJ returned to place kisses to Yuri’s head just as he had done before, with the little difference that now his lips began to wander; from the crown of Yuri’s head towards the side, close to his ear, way too close to his ear.

For comfort.

The way JJ breathed, soft and comforting, completely at ease with everything he did, warm air hushing along his skin made Yuri shiver; the way JJ spoke to him in those words Yuri didn’t understand but came to love nevertheless; the way his fingers wiped another stray tear from his burning cheek.

For comfort, because I’m freezing, because I am an emotional mess.

“Why?” The word was out before Yuri knew it, and in the process of being awe-struck of having found his voice back somehow, he looked up just in the moment as JJ decided to move his face down. Their mouths, both half opened in surprise, brushed together for a split second, noses nudging due to the awkward angle – and then the moment was gone, leaving Yuri’s mind flying in a way he had never felt before.

The contact had not lasted more than a split second, a quick and awkward press of mouths, entirely accidently that is. Still Yuri felt the taste of JJ’s lips linger, recalled the dampness he had felt.

They stared at each other in bewilderment, equally flustered, with eyes wide and mouths hanging open, both being at a loss of what to say.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” JJ said at last, watching Yuri closely.

It appeared to Yuri as if JJ tried to decipher the look on his face, hoping he didn’t manage with all that was dear to him. Yuri, arms still tangled around JJ’s body even tried to don his most annoying face. For nothing, as he soon found out.

JJ quirked an eye-brow at him, and Yuri saw how JJ’s face transformed. “Oh good lord. Boy, you liked that.” JJ sounded genuinely surprised, smiling a smile that was so unlike everything Yuri had ever seen on JJ’s face. It was neither arrogant nor cocky, it was honest – and incredibly beautiful.

“No,” Yuri stated out of reflex even if he didn’t feel like it, the words emanating his lie. He was deduced easily, he knew, as JJ’s smile only grew. Embarrassment crept up Yuri’s head; he had to look away.

Unfortunately, the vagueness of his answer only seemed to spark further interest on JJ’s side. “Want me to do it again?” JJ asked in that voice that was so typical for him, fingers sweeping across Yuri’s burning cheek, before they came below Yuri’s chin, lifting Yuri’s head until their eyes met.

On any other occasion, Yuri would have batted JJ’s hand away. “No,” repeated Yuri, running a shaking hand through his golden hair as he always did when being nervous.

Then Yuri fell silent, wondering why he always had to fight, even when he did not feel like fighting. Because hell, JJ had offered the comfort he so desperately needed, his lips against his own had made him feel as good as he hadn’t felt in months. Still caught in his inner conflict, Yuri swallowed, blinking at JJ in confusion. What was he supposed to do? At the age of 16 Yuri was still a virgin in every imaginable way.

“Don’t tell anyone!” Yuri couldn’t put into words just how much he wanted JJ to do it again, something akin to ‘properly’ following under his breath. It was insane, really; just thinking about it again made his stomach go squirmy, and he was glad that this time JJ didn’t answer him, at least not in his ordinary way.

Without hesitation JJ leant forward and closed the gap between their faces, his mouth pressing against Yuri’s, careful at first, perhaps too careful in the fear to scare Yuri away. When Yuri didn’t flinch, JJ opened his mouth just a little bit to experimentally lick along Yuri’s lip, and good gracious! That made Yuri squirm, in a good sort of ways. Despite that it felt – well, strange – Yuri didn’t back out, rather wondered what he was supposed to do with his own mouth. He had no idea, not quite at least, so he simply mimicked JJ’s movements, opening his mouth to him so insecurely that he hated himself for it. The angle was a weird one, true enough, still, damn it! It felt good. Incredibly good. As Yuri parted his lips further, JJ’s fingers trailed from his collar-bone along his throat, until Yuri’s head tipped backwards, resulting in an angle of their faces that was by far more comfortable.

Fuck! The intensity of their tongues touching for a second made Yuri almost jump in JJ’s lap, withdrawing his mouth accidently.

“You liked that?” JJ asked, holding Yuri’s gaze.

It was so fucking intense that Yuri felt as if his entire body was set on fire.

Yuri nodded, shifting in JJ’s lap until he straddled him and they were truly face to face. Though he hoped to radiate confidence instead of nervousness he didn’t, biting his lower lip as he always did when nervous.

“You liked it that much?” JJ’s voice was humorous, but not mocking as probably Yuri had it expected to be. JJ was beautiful, had always been beautiful in his annoying arrogance, yet to Yuri it appeared as if he truly saw him in an entirely different light. He was even more beautiful, when he dared to look closely, losing himself in the starry night JJ’s eyes resembled.

“Much unhappiness has come into the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid, Yuri.” (*)

It was so painfully true! And more importantly, it was a quote his grandfather often used, hearing it from JJ was yet another surprise. Yuri never knew, never suspected that JJ could hold an interest in classic Russian literature.

Again, Yuri found himself nodding, then smiled, for the first time today. Faintly, yes, but it was unmistakably there. “You don’t seem surprised? By me… liking it?” he asked, finding his voice again, still being short of breath.

“I am, Yura,” JJ confessed, lifting a hand to Yuri’s face, adding “and I feel honored.” JJ’s eyes held Yuri’s own, almost fiercely, and it provoked a sensation that stole through Yuri so unlike everything he had ever felt; it left him strangely vulnerable – and aroused.

“Shut up,” Yuri said, taking the initiative this time by arching his back until their lips were upon each other again. JJ’s hands wandered down to the small of Yuri’s back, pulling him close against him as carefully as if he was made out of porcelain.

“Just because I’m young doesn’t mean I can’t be handled like a man.” The words sounded strange to Yuri’s ears. Better not to talk, then, he decided before he sucked experimentally at JJ’s lower lip, wondering from where that weird outburst had come from. He had zero experience with kissing, being quite soon at a loss of what to do.

“Oh boy,” JJ sighed against Yuri’s lips, fingers now tangled in Yuri’s hair, then added, chuckling, “just let me make up for my mistake.” For once, Yuri was okay to deal with a touch of JJ’s usual cockiness, because to see his eyes spark in excitement was exorbitantly beautiful.  

When JJ caught Yuri’s face between his hands, his mouth upon Yuri’s own, Yuri nearly fell backwards from the intensity of how JJ kissed him, then; hard and rough, and full of unspoken promises, in a way Yuri had never imagined it in his wildest dreams, just before he slowed down a bit, giving Yuri the time to catch his breath. It felt good; it actually was good, so good that his eyes closed, although Yuri might have killed if anybody said he would find solace in JJ’s arms.

A broken moan echoed from Yuri’s mouth as JJ let his tongue slide against Yuri’s lips before their mouths moved against each other and Yuri’s hands sneaked around JJ’s neck in a fit of boldness, then into JJ’s hair. The longer strands felt soft between his fingers, but it was rather the short undercut JJ had that piqued Yuri’s interest; experimentally he brushed his fingers back and forth against the razor-sharp edge, smiling when quite obviously JJ reacted to his touch. For Yuri it was all – or nothing. When he hated, it was with every fiber of his being, and he wondered if it was the same with love. He wished to be protected, wished for somebody who would take care of him, and make him happy, erasing the loneliness of his life full of troubles. But JJ? He just didn’t know, and he wished he wouldn’t be thinking at all.

Fucking weirdo.

The thoughts were wiped from Yuri’s mind when JJ’s hands twine with Yuri’s own, still splayed somewhere against the back of JJ’s head; it was sensual, and hot, and – so affectionate? Arousing all the more. Now, Yuri couldn’t think. Could barely breathe as JJ devoured his mouth so obscenely, just the way Victor always did with Katsuki. He hated to see that, and yet, and yet… he kissed JJ just the same way, pressing his body against him. For goodness sake, perhaps he should bring himself to care if JJ noticed what was going on with his body – most likely JJ did, as hardly a sheet of paper fit between them, however, Yuri could not be bothered as little streaks of color, bright pink and green and orange, danced across his eyelids. Was this what it felt like to let down your last defenses? To trust somebody? Yuri mused instead, letting his tongue explore JJ’s mouth, much to JJ’s vocal delight.

They kissed for a little while longer before Yuri pulled back slightly, his lips and cheeks flushed red, both from arousal and embarrassment. He couldn’t quite believe that JJ had kissed him, that he had kissed JJ back – that he had actually initiated it, and now was straddling him.

“Hold me?” asked Yuri, torn between what he wanted. “Please?” He was quite certain that JJ had never even come close to hear that word from him; he was even more certain that without his recent failure they’d still go about their normal business, at best ignoring each other – which would be a pity, Yuri admitted. In the process of his thoughts, Yuri curled himself up in JJ’s lap again, head falling against his shoulder just as it had been before. Still it was different with JJ’s hands running up and down his sides, with his own fingers ghosting against the skin which wasn’t covered by JJ’s costume; with Yuri glancing upwards every now and then, begging for a kiss in silence.

“I need to go,” Yuri said after a while, apologetic to disturb the peaceful silence. He had to, being afraid to make everything worse with Yakov by hiding much longer. Truth was: he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to let go of JJ, not at all, because for the first time this year he felt truly at peace with himself and the world.

“I know,” sighed JJ, carding both hands through Yuri’s hair a last time before he let go of Yuri. As much as he did not want to, Yuri entangled himself from JJ and stood up, legs stiff. Almost shyly he bent down again to kiss JJ on his lips, wondering if that was it now, before he turned around and made for the door. There was nothing Yuri hated more than goodbyes; despite his young age he had had his fair share already.

“Yura,” JJ said, waiting for Yuri to turn around again, adding when Yuri did, “my scarf. And my hoodie. I doubt you want to wear it in public when it’s so obvious to whom it belongs.”

“Oh.” Yuri sounded surprised. Actually he was surprised, because a couple of hours ago he had thought JJ would let him waltz out into the crowd like this for the simple fact to humiliate him. He was glad he was proven wrong, because rumor was something that thrived in any closed environment, especially when there was, like here, the slightest bit of truth to it. He didn’t need the gossip as a cherry on top of the cake of failure.

Yuri shrugged out of the jacket, walking back towards where JJ still sat on the floor, smiling and looking up at him. “Thank you,” Yuri said, meaning it in every way the words could be interpreted, handing the hoodie back to JJ whilst the scarf was still wrapped around his neck.

“The scarf .. may I keep it?” Yuri asked, hands twitching at his sides.

JJ’s eyes went wide, Yuri observed, regretting he had asked, and then JJ smiled all the more, “Yeah, sure. Keep it as long as you want.”

There was silence with both of them staring at the other yet again, not knowing what to say. Apparently JJ wasn’t good at such things either, Yuri noticed, genuinely surprised. JJ being at a loss of what to say was not something he had ever thought to witness, and when a day ago he would have rubbed his hands in glee, right now, he did not.

“Do you want me to come over later?” asked JJ after a pause stretching too long to be casual. He tried to sound as calm as possible, when it was obvious to Yuri that he wasn’t at all, something working behind those astonishingly blue eyes.

‘Yes, please. I don’t want to be alone.’ Yuri didn’t say that. “No.” It was one of those special no’s Yuri was infamous for, those translating to “Yeah, go ahead. But don’t tell anyone.”

“Are you staying at the Olympic Village, tiger?”

He should probably be annoyed about the tiger, at least pretend to be annoyed. It was inconsiderate. Instead, and despite the stupid anxiety washing over him, Yuri found himself looking forward to meeting with JJ again later.

“Yeah,” Yuri said, blinking, “complex C, room 304. After 9 pm.” That would leave him enough time to deal with Yakov.

“’See you, then,” JJ said, smiling that flawless, incredibly beautiful smile of his.

Without looking back once more, Yuri opened the door and peeked outside, making sure nobody saw him before he hushed out the room, JJ’s scarf wrapped around his neck like a trophy, tiger plushy in his hand.

‘Sometimes, losing does mean to win,’ Yuri thought as he went back from where he came, rubbing his eyes until sparks of colors seemed to explode behind his eyelids the same way it had been when he had kissed JJ.

And then Yuri smiled. Properly this time.

*

NOTES:  0. written for the pliroyweek on tumblr, day 2 "self-confidence" - thx @the mods for organizing this event :) 1. I wrote this for the simple reason because I need more attentive JJ in my life and I am a self-indulgent writer + a sucker for h/c - bear with me. 2. The idea didn't leave me for an entire week. 3. I have no regrets. 4. Also: Yuri in maple sweaters is my kink. 5. No regrets for that, either.  6. I just thought that quote of R. Dahl perfectly fitted this scene - that's why it is here. 7. In regard to (*), "Much unhappiness has come into the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid", which is a direct quote from Fyodor Dostoyevsky. Seriously, I never saw JJ quoting Dostoyevsky coming. NEVER. Yet it fits so well? And the more I think about it, the more quotes I come up with that fit for JJurio 8. Thx to my beta reader @avengercastiel  9. Thx for all the gorgeous fanart on twitter that cheered me up. 10. Also: THANKS FOR THE SUPPORT I RECEIVED ON TWITTER <3. You probably know who you are 11. Feedback would be lovely and totally awesome <3

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Guilty - Part 5

Table of Contents: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Alternate Ending I | Alternate Ending II | Alternate Ending III | Alternate Ending IV

Genre: Angst, smut

Word Count: 2,334 words

Pairing: Reader x Baekhyun / Reader x Kai

Summary: *REQUESTED* You find yourself getting more and more frustrated with Kai as he keeps hanging out with his ex-girlfriend, Krystal, against your wishes. Your solution? Hang out with Baekhyun instead.

You woke up in the morning, feeling refreshed. You even woke up before your alarm, which almost never happened. Your phone vibrated on the nightstand and you went to grab it, seeing a text from Baekhyun.

It read, We can get dinner after I get off work, okay?

You replied, Okay. I’ll be home from class. You get off at 5, right?

He wrote, Yeah. I have a couple errands to run so I’ll pick you up around 8.

See you then, you wrote.

You assumed that it might get awkward, but Baekhyun was making it so much easier for you. It amazed you how normal this conversation with him was going. When you saw the text notification from him, you were worried. You thought that he might text you something flirty or suggestive. But he didn’t. After all, all of this was supposed to be kept a secret.

For some reason, sneaking around with Baekhyun excited you. You’d had sex with him and touched yourself to the thought of him. Before that night, you never considered doing anything with Baekhyun. Thoughts like that never crossed your mind. But that night, after arguing with Kai and drinking, there was a sexual tension between the two of you that you never felt before. You kissed and it went places you never expected it to.

You got up out of bed with a grin. After stretching, you made your way to the bathroom to get ready for your day of classes.

“Where are we going?” you asked, as Baekhyun pulled you along the streets of Seoul. The two of you ended up at a ramen restaurant. It was your favorite one, at that. Baekhyun smirked as you came to the realization and walked inside. You were seated immediately, next to a table with three high school girls.

They immediately started staring at Baekhyun and giggling. As Baekhyun sat down, you said, “You have some fans…”

Baekhyun shrugged. “I’m good looking. Of course they’ll look.”

You kicked him from under the table. “Cocky…”

“If they were guys, I bet they’d be drooling over you, too.”

You rolled your eyes and picked up the menu. Baekhyun just chuckled before picking up his menu, eyeing it carefully. You studied his face while he was looking at the menu. He was so attractive; sexually and physically. You never looked at Baekhyun like this. It was strange but you couldn’t seem to look away.

Between mouthfuls of ramen and pieces of pork, you stole glances at him. You couldn’t be sure if he noticed you watching him. If he did notice, he wasn’t saying anything. He just kept quiet and eating his noodles.

About a half hour and a beer later, Baekhyun paid the bill despite your protests to split it. “Hey!” he said, pushing your hand away. “I said that I was paying!” Ignoring you, he handed the woman his credit card.

“Thank you. Please come again!” The woman smiled and handed the card back with both hands.

Baekhyun said, “Have a good night.” With that, he motioned for you to follow him. The night was still young. It was just after nine-thirty, you noticed, as you walked out onto the sidewalk.

There were a bunch of high school students outside, probably leaving their study groups and such. You certainly didn’t miss those days of getting no sleep and studying so hard that your head hurt. You were grateful that college was so much less stressful than high school.

“What are you thinking about?” asked Baekhyun as you turned a corner. “You’re thinking about how I’m gonna beat you in all the games we’re about to play, aren’t you?”

“We’ll see about that, Baekhyun,” you muttered.

“Haha!” you shouted victoriously, slamming your fist on the machine.

“Whatever.” Baekhyun rolled his eyes. “I almost had you.”

“Key word,” you said, poking him, “almost.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Aw, do you want a rematch?”

“Nope.”

“How about a snack? It’ll cheer you up. How about crepes?” Baekhyun pouted, with his arms folded across his chest. You leaned closer to him. “I know you can’t reject food…”

He sighed. “Fine but I want to get you that Pikachu before we leave.”

You shrugged as Baekhyun went over to the claw machine. You’d tried to get it, at least five times, but you’d failed. And now Baekhyun wanted to win it for you. It was a sweet gesture since you’d already failed a few times. Baekhyun walked over to the claw machine that was holding your stuffed animal hostage and put in two coins.

The first try, Baekhyun failed. With a suck of his teeth, he put in two more coins. Fail. Two more coins. Fail. Two more coins later, the claw finally latched onto the Pickachu plushie you wanted. Both of your lips parted as the stuffed toy made it into the slot safely. You clapped your hands together as Baekhyun handed it to you with a huge grin, from ear to ear.

“Thanks,” you said, taking it from him.

“No problem. Now let’s go get those crepes,” he said, nudging you before putting his hands in his pockets. The two of you left the arcade, headed for the car. The crepe shop you liked to go to was about two blocks from your house.

You got in the passenger seat and said, “Thanks for tonight, Baekhyun. I needed it.”

He smiled as he pulled off. “Any time.”

Not once did you think about Kai. You were still annoyed at him, but you cooled down now. You were sure you’d have a lot to talk about once Kai got back. You weren’t excited about it but the two of you needed to reevaluate your relationship. Krystal just seemed to be an obstacle that was in the way of things. Things would be ten times easier if they had never dated in the first place.

You took the first bite of your crepe, nutella oozing out from it. Baekhyun took a bite of his, too, as you walked toward your house. He shook his head at you and wiped the corner of your mouth with his thumb. Some nutella had managed to get on your face.

He winked at you and said, “Making a mess…” You started to say something suggestive, but you thought better of it and decided not to. You walked toward your building slowly. Baekhyun opened the door, letting you inside first.

In the elevator, he said, “I had a good time tonight. We should do this more often.”

“I had a good time, too,” you said, walking to the door of the apartment. Baekhyun followed you with a slight smile as you punched in the code that unlocked the door.

You opened your arms to hug Baekhyun. He wrapped his arms around you and gave you a tight squeeze. When he pulled away, you made the mistake of making eye contact with him. On top of that, you made eye contact with him for far longer than you should have. He leaned in closer to peck you on the lips. You let him.

When he pulled away, he looked into your eyes again. He searched for acceptance before kissing you again. Here you were kissing Baekhyun in the hallway. You wanted him so bad, more than anything. You were getting hot and bothered just by thinking about having sex again.

You grabbed his hand, pulling him into the apartment. Your sister’s shoes weren’t there; she was probably still out, which meant that you had the apartment to yourself for now. You could get it done quickly and then Baekhyun could go home before your sister got back.

Baekhyun grabbed your face, kissing you hungrily, as you lead him toward your room, bumping into walls as you did. You made it to your room, closing it shut and locking it just in case. Your sister never came in without knocking but you weren’t trying to take that risk.

He sat you on the bed, never once taking his lips off yours. He pulled away and bit his bottom lip. “You don’t know how bad I want you…”

You didn’t say anything, but you unbuckled his belt. “This is the last time,” you said. “This has to be the last time.” You couldn’t keep doing this.

Baekhyun’s lips met yours once more as you pulled at each others’ clothes, tossing them into piles all over your room. Baekhyun’s lips were all over your body, taking special care to suck lightly on your neck and nipples, careful not to leave any marks. He rubbed your clit, gently pushing into it with his fingers. He ran his fingers across your slit, already wet for him.

He groaned as you wrapped your hand around his cock, rubbing it up and down. As you did, two of his fingers made their way inside of you. His fingers thrusted in and out of you slowly. “You’re so ready for me…” He kissed you one more time before pulling you by your thighs. He lined himself up with you and pushed inside you.

You gasped as he made his way inside. He put your legs on his shoulders and pushed deep inside of you. You arched your back in response to the sudden pleasure. He thrusted into you, nice, slow, and deep. You were so horny and you couldn’t help but moan.

Suddenly, Baekhyun stopped. “I think your sister is back…” You stopped to listen and, sure enough, you heard your sister’s keys being put in the bowl on the counter. She didn’t knock on your door. Instead, she walked past your room to her own bedroom.

Baekhyun put his finger in front of his mouth, signaling for you to keep quiet.

You said, “Are you crazy?” Your sister was home. If anything, you needed to get him out of the apartment as soon as possible. Your sister wouldn’t be upset that you had a guy over. The problem was that the guy you had over was not Kai. He wasn’t the man you were supposed to be dating. She knew of Baekhyun but he’d definitely never come over before.

He whispered in your ear, “Keep quiet.” He covered your mouth and pushed into you harder. The bed made a little too much noise for you to just be “sleeping.” Baekhyun whispered that he had an idea as he pulled out of you. He walked over to the mirror and pulled you into him. He inserted himself into you, pushing upward.

Through the mirror, you saw him watching you. He held your hips as he fucked you, pounding you. You let out a whimper. Baekhyun covered your mouth and said, “Shh, baby…”

He didn’t realize how much he was turning you on. He was staring at you through the mirror. You didn’t think that he took his eyes off of you. He took your breasts in his hands, squeezing them in his hands. “So perfect…”

You could feel your walls tightening. You were going to cum soon. He was so good at sex and you couldn’t get enough. Baekhyun was like a drug. Sex with him was addicting. You’d said that this had to be the last time, but you didn’t want to stop. You didn’t want to give this up. He could always make you feel good, even if he wasn’t there.

He was driving you crazy with each thrust. Each one was hard and deep. You wanted to scream, you wanted to shout but, with your sister home, it wasn’t a good idea. It was bad enough that you were having sex with Baekhyun in the first place. He watched you, with such lust in his eyes. He was biting his lip again, to keep from making any noises of his own.

“You make me so crazy,” you whispered. You watched him as he smiled in the mirror. Then he bent you over, pulling your arms as he thrusted into you. Hard.

You felt like you might collapse. If Baekhyun hadn’t been holding you by your arms, you were sure that you would actually fall over. Your knees became weak and, in the mirror, you saw yourself beginning to squirm. But Baekhyun didn’t let you go. He kept hitting the same spot that was making you begin to cum. You whimpered and your lips parted as he thrusted into you one last time, sending you both over the edge.

You woke up in a panic. Baekhyun was next to you, fast asleep, with his arm now wrapped around your leg. You didn’t remember falling asleep. It took you a moment to realize what had happened. After you had both finished Baekhyun held you, saying that he’d wait a little while to leave in case your sister got up again. He said that he wasn’t tired and he must’ve fallen asleep waiting. The last thing that you remembered was him running his fingers through your hair until you finally passed out.

You looked at your phone. It was almost eight in the morning. You weren’t sure what time Baekhyun had to be at work but it was probably soon. You shook him. He opened his eyes, smiling when he saw you.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he said, kissing your hand. “What time is it?” He stretched with a yawn.

“Seven forty-nine,” you replied. “You gotta get out of here before my sister sees you.”

He nodded before quickly putting his clothes back on. While he got dressed, you pressed your ear to the door to see if there was any movement. Typically, she would already be gone by now. Usually, she’d be out of the house by seven-thirty. You’d be able to sneak him out of the house easily. Your sister never had to know.

You put on your bra and underwear before unlocking and opening your door. You crept out of your room, with Baekhyun following behind you. Your jaw nearly fell out as your eyes met your sister’s.

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Minho stirred the curry he was cooking with a smile, declaring it finished just in time for Newt to get home from work any minute now. Friday was his favorite day of the week. He had the day off to stay home, rest up, clean around the apartment, get a nice dinner together, and prepare for his night with Newt. Friday usually meant marathoning a show or movie series, playing games, sharing a hot bath, or having shameless, passionate sex, whatever they could enjoy doing together at home for a night. Tonight, they planned on watching Samurai Flamenco yet again, Newt's favorite anime and one even Minho was starting to quote in Japanese for how often they'd seen it together. And such an occasion called for curry, using an Indian recipe that Minho finally had the chance to try out. "Hope he likes it... Hmm... Better add a little more pepper just in case..." he thought to himself, never really sure when a dish was spicy enough to suit Newt's zest for it.

Suddenly, the sound of a key turning the lock on the door hit the air and Minho grinned to himself for his beloved's return. He quickly removed his apron and rushed to meet him at the door before it even opened, but within a second, the dripping wet blond man came in, shaking his umbrella a little before placing it in the stand.

"There he is! Ah, I guess the storm caught you, huh? Anyway, welcome home." he purred with a sultry voice, preparing to go in for a kiss right away. But he stopped short at the sight of Newt's face as he looked up to meet his gaze.

Newt's face was wet from the rain, but more so, the red eyes and puffy cheeks made it clear that he'd been crying, further confirmed by his pouty frown.

Such an image tugged at Minho's heart and he wordlessly pulled him into a hug, reciprocated by Newt in full as he buried his face in his chest. Still without even hearing what was wrong, Minho then pulled away to suggest exactly what he knew Newt would need. "Blanket fort?"

"Mm." the sniffling man nodded.

And Minho set to work right away...

Blanket forts were something fun the pair had indulged in for as long as they'd known each other. Though their bodies had aged, their hearts were still young, or at least Newt's was, and thus blanket forts were an old habit between them that never died. Truthfully, Minho might've outgrown it or set it aside as he'd gotten older, but Newt was his lover, and no one appreciated Newt's magical ability to renew a heart's spirit with fun and free spirited activities more than Minho. And thus he never lost his own fondness for blanket forts either. It was only cozier now that they were older and bigger and filling up such a tiny warm space, and they were even more fun now that they were seasoned enough at the craft to add more embellishments to it, like Christmas lights, and a second "room", and a back door to head to the restroom. They also had plenty of extra blankets, sheets, and pillows on hand for just such an occasion as this when an emergency blanket fort was required. While Newt showered and slipped into his most comfortable pajamas, Minho laid out the big futon, pillows, set up the couch cushions, hung the sheets, blankets, and soft lights, set up the laptop for their marathon, and put together their dinner trays to be eaten inside the fort. Newt soon walked out of the bathroom in soft, baggy lounging clothes, wiping his eyes.

"Hey..." Minho greeted in a soft voice. "Feeling any better now that you're out of that wet work suit?"

Newt shook his head no.

"Ah... Well, hey, come here." he continued, opening his arms as he walked towards him, though Newt ran to close the gap between them right away, hugging him just as tight as before. Minho's hand rested on Newt's head as he held him close, feeling a little dampness seep into his shirt since Newt was still a little weepy. "It's okay... I'm here, and you're here, everything's okay. You wanna talk about it yet?" He felt Newt's head shake no again. "That's okay. All the ugliness is outside now, you're home and safe with me." he cooed, and kissed his head before pulling away to smile at him.

Newt wiped his eyes again to find that smile in clear view as he looked up at his tall sweetheart. And like Minho's magic always did, it managed to make him smile a little again himself.

"Come on, let's go eat this dinner before it gets cold."

The pair sat inside the blanket fort, enjoying their dinner for 2 and Newt indeed couldn't compliment Minho enough on his new recipe, and for adding the perfect amount of spice to suit him. But soon enough, after the curry started to warm him up again, Newt managed to get the topic of his bad day out of the way.

"I came in late and my boss yelled at me. And you know I can endure a lot, but today it just really cut me. He said he was sick of me wasting his time there with half assed work, knowing my priority wasn't with the company. And I think the reason it hurt me this time was because... he's right." he sighed. "I don't care about this company. I don't care about the numbers, I don't care about the profits, I don't care about any of this endless boring work I have to do every day. I was late for no good reason too. I stopped to just stand outside and stare at the people going by. Smell the air, watch the dogs and the kids play. Watch the kind old people contrast with the mean ones. I saw a pretzel stand near by and decided to grab one before I went in, just to nibble on something throughout the day since I was already late and I'd have to work through lunch. And it just- really stung. He called me out and chewed me out. And I swallowed it, apologized, got straight to work and kept my head down for the rest of the day. I hate it there, Minho... I really do. It's the polar opposite of how I wanted to spend my life. I wanted to see the world with you, I wanted to already be traveling with you, but we're stuck here... And as I walked home, I just started crying. I didn't even bother opening my umbrella 'cause I just didn't care anymore. I cried because my worst nightmare is starting to look like reality and I just have to face the facts: I may not get to travel with you at all any time soon... Maybe ever at this rate. All because I can't just bring myself to fake it at work the way I should."

"...New--"

"I was really worried about facing you tonight. I know you hate standing still and I know you hate when I lose my faith, but it just--"

"Newt." Minho addressed him firmly but ever gently as he lovingly placed his hand over his.

Newt's tears had begun to well up again, but Minho's sweeping thumb brushed them away before they could begin to fall.

Minho continued with a soft smile. "First of all, you have every right to hate your job, cuz it sucks. I don't blame you for taking it slow today, they've worked you hard ever since you got there, and they definitely don't pay you enough to just dedicate your heart to it Monday through Friday for 8 hour days. I'm proud of you for rebelling a little. That took a lot of guts! That's quite the opposite of standing still, don't you think?"

Newt blushed... both with flattery and embarrassment for thinking so little of himself as usual. He never forgot to be thankful that he had Minho to pull him out of his inferiority complex at the end of days like these.

Minho went on. "And second of all, it won't be forever. We will definitely travel. Soon in fact! Remember? After our Christmas bonuses added up, we're already 3 quarters of the way there in our travel funds! And I know you're a great writer, so that proto draft you sent the publishers in that city I can't pronounce is sure to leave a good impression at the very least! You definitely won't be doing this job forever. If it's draining you that much though, I say either demand a raise or ask for less straining shifts since this current one is so hard on you. And if this basketball season turns out as good as the football season, I can definitely ask the school to give me another raise. Really, so long as you don't mind living in this shitty place for just a little longer, we'll be set quite soon. I believe in us. At the very least I believe in you, anyway."

"..." Newt's tears fell again, but this time over a smile instead of a frown.

"More curry?"

He nodded yes and smiled to himself in thought as he watched his husband leave to refill his tray and waited for him to come back, no longer worrying or caring about this awful day. Just beaming brightly with thoughts about Minho and how much he loved him as his heart fluttered in his chest as much as it always did, no matter how long they were together. And just counting the seconds before that handsome man of his would return to the blanket fort.

"Ta-daa!" Minho sang as the plushy fort curtain opened again, and placed a second helping of hot curry in front of Newt, whom ate it swiftly with a healthy smile and sparkling eyes. Minho smiled to himself, so happy to see Newt happy again and eating like a happy person.

The talk about work then quickly turned into a happy chat about Newt's manga, and where he should take the story between the first and third quarter. Minho suggested a battle with the female character on the enemy's side since not only was Newt good at writing for women, but also found good female characters to be quite well received since they're such a frustratingly fresh concept in entertainment media. Newt concurred and thought excitedly about how to use her emotional depth to it's fullest while Minho rattled on about wanting to see a cool fight scene with her against the protagonists. With no longer a trace of sadness in the air at all, Minho suggested it was time to eat dessert while they marathoned their anime. Now the air was filled with the pair exchanging theories about Goto's mysterious girlfriend and at what point he really began to fall for Masayoshi, between Minho chuckling over and over again "Look, it's us! Wow, this is just us! Masayoshi Kun is just like you!" to which Newt would always blush and reply, "Yep, that's us! But I like you so much better than Goto San", a compliment that made Minho quite proud. They'd poked the brownie bon bons into each other's mouths until they'd eaten them all before they knew it, and decided to skip to the final arc to conclude the series before bed time. But after all that sugar and spice, they couldn't be bothered to sleep any time soon.

Rather, they'd sparred in a small pillow fight before simply lying on their backs to chat endlessly about anything and everything while they mindlessly made shadow puppets on the blanket ceiling above them. Their affectionately interlocked hands rested between them, while Newt's leg rested over Minho's, with his foot and toes brushing up against his.

"So why does it smell different when it's going to rain? That's true, right? Not just a thing old people made up?" Minho asked, forming what he deemed a puppy shadow puppet above them.

"Haha, it's true, and it's because the plants release a certain smell before the rain falls, because of the low pressure in the air."

"Wow, no kidding? Fuck."

"Pretty cool right?" he chuckled.

"Sucks if you're on the ocean then. Was there a way to tell for rain before barometers or whatever were invented if you were on the sea?"

"Ever hear the phrase "Red sky at night, sailor's delight, red sky at morning, sailors take warning"?" Newt inquired as he made his bunny shadow puppet kiss Minho's puppy during a game of shadow tag.

"Ahhh, yeah! That's really fucking cool! How's that work?"

"It has to do with the moisture in the air and what the sun reflects."

"No shit... That's awesome."

"Haha, I'm glad we can just fly over the ocean though, so getting caught in a storm at sea is no longer a required fear for the traveling man. I do wish we could take our trips by sea, though..." Newt lamented.

"I'm sorry, New... Someday when your manga takes off and we can work from anywhere in the world, we'll travel by ship."

"There's a dream..." he sighed with a smile.

"Come on, now. It definitely won't come true if you don't believe in it. Isn't that what you taught me?" Minho playfully bantered, turning his head to look at his husband.

Newt's eyes met his and he smiled again. "I didn't mean that I didn't believe in it... I just... I want it so bad, Minho... I want that future with you so much it aches sometimes. Because we aren't there right now."

Minho retired his shadow puppet and brought that hand to Newt's face to cup his cheek, pulling him in for a tender kiss. "Well, in the mean time, we're here right now. And I don't think that's so bad, all things considered. I mean we're trapped, and it sucks, but... You're here with me. So I can make it work until that day finally comes when we're free. How about you?"

Newt's eyes shined like stars for this man who reminded him continuously to keep dreaming. He pulled Minho into his arms and helped himself to a long, indulgent kiss, followed by a few words with a big promise. "As long you're with me, I can handle the wait."

"Mmm... That's my Newt..." Minho hummed, and pulled him in for yet another kiss... and another, and another, and another, each one deeper than the last, with his tongue tangling with Newt's as much as his legs were tangling with his. As he slipped his thigh between Newt's legs and found the warm, hard protrusion he was hoping to feel, he hummed that special hum of his into Newt's lips before pulling away with a wet pop. "Mmmmmh... Good thing I stocked up on our "goodies" yesterday."

Newt moaned a meaningless, yearning sound as he pulled Minho back to his lips, running his hands over his back and through his hair, and desperately pressing Minho into the pillows surrounding them, looking forward to leaving a special impression on this sacred blanket fort.

With the smell of sex and coconut oil in the air, the lights out, and only the gentle rain outside to serenade them, Newt lay quietly in Minho's arms, almost lulling off to sleep as Minho's gentle breathing moved him up and down... Minho combed his fingers through the strands of Newt's hair habitually while his other hand rested on Newt's back and indulged in the feeling of Newt's own breathing. Rise and fall, rise and fall, rise and fall... As Minho finally closed his eyes, giving in to the warmth and safety of this fort, and feeling completely one with Newt under their soft blanket, he drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the ocean. Dreaming of the waves moving up and down, rising and falling, with Newt in his arms, as it carried them across the world to their dreams...

"Minho..." he began, the only voice Minho could hear in this whole dream. "I love you."

"I love you too..."

And nothing could take that dream away.