#'fancy seeing you here' 'oh REALLY cause NONE of those puzzles were done did you teleport to the end just to torment me

[skyview-temple-spring]

thinking about the Ancient Cistern where Ghirahim tells Link he's soooo busy he doesn't have time to fight him when he's just. sitting there. waiting for him.

#he's not doing anything he has no reason to be there #at that point he's searching for the gate of time so why does he stay after he doesn't find anything? #what were the chances he and Link went there at the same time. that they didn't run into each other before then. #every time he's like 'I don't have time for this' and spends ten minutes telling Link how much time he doesn't have #total coincidence they end up at the end of same temple without running into each other. yeah right #once is a coincidence twice is ~fate~ five times and he's just following him #skyward sword #big spoiler but if you're avoiding sws spoilers and don't have the main skyward sword tag blocked that is on you #I tag everything skyward sword so I'm not adding an additional spoiler tag #Ghirahim #'fancy seeing you here' 'oh REALLY cause NONE of those puzzles were done did you teleport to the end just to torment me???'

[triptuckers]

New In Town (part three) - Kaz Brekker

Request: nope Pairing: Kaz Brekker x reader Summary: after hearing an interesting conversation in the pub you work at, you're determined to find out more Warnings:  none Word count: 2.3K A/N: thinking about a video someone sent me on twitter of freddy saying the quote on bottling inej' laugh..... yea <3 enjoy reading! PREVIOUS PART | NEXT PART TAG LIST (all grishaverse fics): @ayushmitadutta @mrs-brekker15@dancingwith-sunflowers @thegirlwiththeimpala @parker-natasha@story-scribbler @romanoffstarkovs@daliareads@meiitanoia @itsnotquimey @sanktaesperanza @whymyparentscheckmyphone @aleksanderwh0r3 @ilovemarvelanne1 @marlenaisnthappy @brekker-zenik @just-deka @Graceknxwlson @the-very-tired-mess TAG LIST (Kaz Brekker): @mufnasa @janesofia7 @stairscortana @parker-natasha @illicitghosts @brick-by-brick553 add yourself to my tag lists here

When all of the customers have piled out of the pub, and you're cleaning the tables, you can't stop thinking over Jesper and Kaz' conversation.

If only you knew what gang they were part of, you could have easily snuck into their main building. You needed to find out exactly when this party was going to take place, if you wanted to steal the necklace.

You tried to think of any other way to find out the date and location of the party. You hadn't heard any other customers talking about it, so you guessed it was a party reserved only for the elite. And Ketterdam's finest didn't come to a somewhat dirty little pub like the one you work in.

You had to be smart about this. Maybe if Jesper or Kaz came back, you could try to follow them. Find out where they were meeting, what gang they are.

And if that didn't work, you'd just have to find some dirt on them and use it to your advantage. You'd done it countless of times before. Though this was an entirely new city, with new potential targets and clients, you are confident you can pull this off.

You have to, if you ever want to be able to rent a clean room, preferably one not directly above a pub.

But it looks like your luck has decided to abandon you. In the next three days, you don't see Jesper or Kaz in the pub. You even take on extra shifts, claiming you just want to earn more money. When in reality, you are on the lookout for either one of them.

They don't show up. And you have no way of telling if the party already took place or not.

On the fourth night, your gaze is fixed on the door again as you're working. Finally, your coworker steps closer to you.

'Did you like those two that much?' she says.

'Huh?' you say. You'd been so lost in your thoughts you hadn't heard her approach you.

'I'll take that as a yes.' she says. 'That tall one was cute. The other one gave me some creepy vibes.'

'What are you talking about?' you ask her.

'Those two that came by a couple of days ago. You kept hovering by their table, and you've been daydreaming ever since.' she says, smirking at you.

You laugh and shove her away. If only she knew the real reason why you had been hovering around their table. You decide to try if maybe she knows about the party. You doubt it, but there's no knowing unless you try.

'Hey, are there any good parties around here?' you say. 'I've yet to explore Ketterdam's night life.'

'Well, there are some.' she says. 'But most of the fancy ones take place at some merchants house. We'd never get in.'

'Sounds like one hell of a party, then.' you say.

'Oh, they're the best. On nights like those, you can see them all dressed up in their best clothes, jewellery all over the place. It's quite impressive.' she says.

'Hmm.' you hum. You hadn't seen a scene like that, so the party probably hadn't taken place yet.

'The merchants' wives have a new gown for every party.' she says.

'Really?' you say, genuinely surprised that they do. Surely you could spend your money on better things than a gown you'd only wear once.

'Uh-huh, they never wear the same thing twice. The other day, I was in one of those expensive stores to pick up an order for my aunt, and one of them was there. She kept raging on about how her dress wasn't going to be ready in time for a party.' she says.

This gets your full attention. Maybe this was about the party Jesper and Kaz were talking about.

'Was she really mad?' you say, pressing on.

'Furious.' says your coworker. 'She said that if her dress wasn't ready by Tuesday morning, because the party is that night, she'd never come to the store again.'

'Huh, what an attitude.' you say, trying to hide your gratitude for finally finding out the date of the party. All that was left was the location, and which wife exactly would be wearing the priceless necklace. But at least you got one piece of the puzzle.

'You really should have heard her. She kept yelling she couldn't possibly show up to Christensen manor without a new dress.' she says.

'Christensen manor?' you say, hoping you don't sound too curious. But apparently, your coworker loves gossiping way, as she nods eagerly.

'He's one of the richest merchants around. He's the one hosting the party. Rumour goes the ring he always wears is worth so much money, it could buy half of Ketterdam.' she says.

You snort. 'Half of Ketterdam? That seems a little too much.' you say.

'Oh, you'd be surprised.' she says. 'His family is always nearly sinking to the floor with the amount of jewellery they wear. They like to show everyone just how much money they have.'

'Aren't they afraid it gets stolen?' you say.

She shakes her head. 'They have too much security for that. Even the gangs back in the Barrel wouldn't dare to pull off such a daring stunt.' she says.

You smile to yourself. If only she knew at least five gang members were planning exactly that.

The two of you look up when a bell rings, signalling the end of your shift.

'That's my cue.' you say. 'You sure you're gonna be alright out here?'

'I'll manage. Go and get some rest.' she says.

'Alright, goodnight.' you say.

She waves at you as you walk toward the stairs to go to your room. To her, it seemed like you were just gossiping away. Little did your coworker know she'd given you exactly the information you needed. Maybe working at a pub turned out to be useful after all.

So the party would take place on Tuesday night, at Christensen manor. And his wife would most likely be the one to wear the necklace, if they parade around with their riches so much.

All you had to do was make sure you arrive before Jesper and Kaz do. You'd worked your way through more difficult plans, you could handle this.

When you wake up on Tuesday morning, you get dressed quickly and sneak out of the pub without being seen. You're grateful you bought loose pants with a lot of pockets.

You've hidden your gun in your pants, and your knives are strapped around your thighs. You didn't expect there to be an escalation, but you liked to be prepared.

You arrive at the manor, which looks abandoned. There are no lights on yet, but then again it's barely dawn. The reason why you came here so early is so you could inspect the building.

There are at least four different escape routes you can see. But you didn't know if you woud still have access to them when the manor is swarming with drunk party guests. And guard. And, of course, a few disguised gang members.

You pick out a spot in an alley across from the manor, and wait.

When you first stared doing jobs like this one, you didn't have patience at all. It caused you to be sloppy, to make mistakes and miss opportunities. But over the years, you learned that patience is a valuable ally.

You sit in the alley for hours, eating the food you'd brought with you. You're observing the manor, watching as servants come and go in order to prepare the party that would take place later that day.

When the sun starts to go down, the party guests arrive. Your coworker had been right; they're all dressed in expensive looking clothes in the brightest colours. Jewellery shines on their ears, around their necks, on their fingers and wrists.

You're lucky you're patient. Otherwise you would have simply snatched a less valuable necklace. But you had your eyes set on a prize, and you're determined.

When most of the party guests have entered the manor, you sneak closer and enter through the door the servants had used all day. Luckily, there's no one in the room you enter.

All you have to do is follow the music to the main area, and find the merchant's wife. Easy.

You make your way through the hallways, occasionally stopping to take cover when you hear someone approaching. Finally, you make it to the room where the music is the loudest.

People are laughing, drinking and dancing. You'd love to be part of that life some day. To just spend your days dancing with your friends, playing dress up. But that kind of life would have to wait.

You scan the room from where you are standing, and spot a couple dancing in the middle of the room.

They're dressed in colours so bright they seem to light up the room. The woman is nearly entirely covered in shining gemstones. And on her chest rests a heavy necklace, a large diamond dangling from it.

You look around the room, but don't spot Jesper or Kaz. They aren't here yet, or you just hadn't seen them. You had to be careful. They knew what you looked like. And as soon as they caught sight of you, you didn't doubt they would tell their companions.

Behind you, a servant approaches with a tray laden with glasses of wine. You smile and walk up to him.

'I'll take it from here, Christensen said you could take a break.' you say, holding your hands out to take over the tray.

It surprises you how easily he hands it over to you. Was working at a party really that bad you'd take the first change of getting a break you got?

You don't have time to question it. You have to move quickly if you want to be out before the gang members arrive.

You manoeuvre your way through the crowd, and most people don't even seem to notice you're not wearing a servant's uniform. Maybe they're too drunk to notice. Or maybe they just don't care.

After spotting Christensen and his wife again, you make your way toward them. The music stops just about the same time as you reach them.

Before the next song starts, you make yourself trip, spilling wine all over Christensen's wife.

She lets out a yelp of surprise when the red liquid stains her dress. She furiously turns at you and you're quick to put on a shocked face.

'I am so sorry, my lady.' you say. 'I tripped, oh Saints, I'm so sorry.'

'Watch where you're going!' she says. 'You ruined my dress.'

'I'm sorry, I'll help you clean it up.' you say.

'You better.' says the merchant, Christensen, as he roughly takes a hold of your arm and pushes you to follow his wife out of the room.

You keep your eyes down as you follow her through the halls. She opens door after door, muttering to herself about useless servants. She stops when you've entered a bedroom.

She opens another door to reveal a bathroom. When she sees her dress in the mirror, she glares at you.

'I haven't seen you here before.' she says.

'I'm new.' you say, keeping your eyes on the floor.

'New and clumsy.' she says. 'Wait here while I change.'

She takes off her jewellery and shoes before disappearing in the bathroom, closing the door. You don't know how much time you have, so you move quickly.

You grab a hold of the necklace and shove it into one of your coat pockets. You're debating wether or not you can go back the same way you got here, but then you hear footsteps approaching.

You whirl around, and spot a window. You could climb down and get as far away from the manor as possible.

With three big steps, you make it to the window and open it. You carefully climb through the window and being to work your way down to the street.

Just when your feet hit the ground, you hear the merchant's wife scream.

'Thief!' she screams. 'I've been robbed!'

You smile as you start jogging toward the street, to go back to the pub. When you round the corner of the manor, you see a few people making their way toward it.

Two guards and three people dressed as elaborately as the other guests. For a split second, you wonder why three guests would be accompanied by two guards, but then you remember Jesper and Kaz' hushed conversation.

A grin starts to spread across your face. You'd been fast enough. They'd go in only to discover there was no necklace to steal.

You walk across the street, keeping your head down. In the distance, you hear the woman still screaming. She had made it to the main party room.

'My necklace!' she yells. 'That damned servant took it! Find her!'

You see the small group of people outside the manor stop, and turn to each other. You can tell they're confused as they talk to one another. Probably wondering what the odds were someone else would steal the necklace they had their eyes on.

They're all looking at each other, except for Kaz. You can see even more clearly now he's the leader. Instead of looking at his companions, he's suspiciously looking around, his eyes scanning the dark streets around the manor.

You smile to yourself and disappear into the shadows. If you had it your way, he'd never find out you'd outsmarted him.

A/N: If you want to request something, make sure to read my house rules Here’s the list of characters I write for. Everything that I have written can be found on my masterlist. Please don’t repost my work, as I spend much time and effort on it!! Thank you for reading! Much love, Marit

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[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

Normal Love and Superheroes: Two - my city

Summary: Leena gets a meeting with the Bruce Wayne himself and a call from John Blake. 

Pairing: John Blake x OFC (Leena Duckett) 

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: none I think...characters discuss Sexy Times and getting drunk but like that’s it I suppose

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven

“Why the heck would he want a private tour with me? He asked for me specifically?”

“Look that’s what he said over the phone, Leena.”

“But did he say why?”

“I’m so terribly sorry I didn’t take the time to ask Bruce frickin’ Wayne, one of the biggest patrons of the gallery, why he asked for a tour from you specifically.”

Leena blushed. “Sorry, Adeline. I just…”

“Don’t worry about it.” The blonde sitting behind the welcome desk smiled with a closed mouth. “I’d react the same way if I were in your shoes. A whole hour or more with Bruce Wayne….”

Another tour guide jogged up to the front desk from the bowels of the gallery. Leena turned and watched her approach. Phoebe had a look of conspiracy and impression on her long face. She came to a halt beside Leena and elbowed her in the side.

“So are you gonna take Mr. Wayne into one of the more….Private rooms of the gallery?” Phoebe asked with a wicked smile.

Leena rolled her eyes, but couldn’t help the hot feeling that was spreading from her neck into her face. It was no secret about Gotham that Bruce Wayne, billionaire playboy, was extremely attractive and constantly single. She saw the tabloid covers as she stood in line at the grocery store. She even ran into him outside of a restaurant one time. But his sexual promiscuity was not what bothered her about giving him a private tour. It was more the fact that he was Bruce Wayne, billionaire enigma businessman that seemed to have intimidation come out of his very pores. Who was she to be giving him a tour of the galleries that he often bought from? A no-name artist who worked two jobs, one of which she hated, to make ends meet? That didn’t sound like the kind of girl that should be giving a Wayne tours of anything.

“No I will not, Phoebe, Jesus!” Leena laughed.

“Oh, come on, have you seen him? Plus, you know he’d be open to it. He’s slept with every hot girl in Gotham and beyond.”

“Just cause he’s slept around doesn’t mean he’d be open to swapping spit in a broom closet with a random gallery tour guide.” Leena rolled her eyes. “Maybe he wants just a normal day out. Like anyone else.”

“God, you’re no fun,” Phoebe groaned.

“I think we know from after hours drinks just how fun Leena can be,” Adeline, the front desk girl, pitched in.

Leena rolled her eyes again and smirked. She always told herself, after those nights out, that she would never fall into the temptation of going again. She always got way too drunk, being a lightweight that fell very easily under peer pressure. And because she always got way too drunk, she always ended up doing something she regretted. Like dancing on top of a table, kissing some random person in the dark corner of the bar they frequented, or possibly recreating dance scenes from Chicago with very little success.

“Please stop,” Leena begged with a red face.

“Excuse me ladies.” An older gentleman with an English accent approached the front desk. He looked very nice in a dark suit with white thinning hair. “I’m here for my tour of the gallery.”

“Of course, what’s the name attached to the tour?” Adeline asked.

Phoebe squeezed Leena’s arm and wiggled her eyebrows before she trotted off, back into the gallery. And Leena was about to do the same, but —

“Bruce Wayne. I run his house and am looking for some new work to be put up. I believe I set aside a tour guide already?” the old man said.

“Oh, yes, you did.” Adeline typed on the computer for a moment, giving Leena a bit of side-eye as she did so. “You’ll be touring with Ms. Duckett.”

Leena let out a breath. A sudden wash of relief and disappointment running through her. She knew that the gallery was the place for many of Gotham’s most elite families to buy art for their various homes throughout the world. Rich folk wanting to support local artists. But she had never given a tour to any actual members of those families. It was always the butlers, the house runners, the managers, the publicists even. But they always state that it is the butler or the house runner coming to assess new pieces that have been put up. So when Bruce Wayne’s actual name was logged into the system, Leena really thought it was going to be him walking through the halls of their gallery. Really laying his eyes on the art and choosing it for himself rather than someone else choosing it for him and barely even noticing that it was hung in his manor. The disappointment didn’t last long, however.

Leena stepped towards the old man with a smile. “And I am Ms. Duckett. A pleasure to meet you…”

“Alfred, miss.” He held out his hand and she shook it.

“Well, right this way, Alfred.” She gestured for them to enter the gallery and she began to lead. “We’ll start with our glassworks suite — “

They entered the first room of the gallery. The Shefield Gallery was extensive, housing several different mediums of art from a variety of artists. Pure white walls to off balance the bright pops of color that the artwork created, heightening the customer intrigue. In this first room there were at least fourteen pedestals strewn about the room, each one holding a different piece of glass artwork. Leena liked to look at glasswork, but would probably never attempt creating any herself. Molten glass just seemed a little too dangerous for her taste.

“Actually, sorry to be a bother, but I was hoping to look at something specific on this trip.” Alfred pulled a piece of paper from his suit jacket pocket. He unfolded it and handed it to Leena. “A piece specifically requested by Master Wayne.”

Leena stopped them and took the piece of paper with raised brows. It was a print out from the gallery’s website. Her eyes widened.

That was her painting. Put up in the employee suite of the gallery after much begging and finally the curator taking pity on her for being a slightly hungry artist.

She looked back up at Alfred to see him smiling at her. She quickly regained herself and asked, “Um — are you sure it’s this one that Mr. Wayne wants?”

“Yes. That’s the one.”

With a resigned nod and a thick swallow, Leena led Alfred to the employee suite. She could feel her fingers going numb. Bruce Wayne wanted her painting? Really? He asked for it specifically? She was sure that the old man had to be lying to her for her benefit. Playing some sort of weird joke that ended with her humiliated and a playboy billionaire laughing at the footage of her misfortune. Or maybe there was no farce and the man really did like her painting so much he wanted to buy it and hang it in his home. Leena rubbed at her neck. He would be the first person to ever like her work enough to do so.

They came to the employee suite and Leena stopped them in front of the painting in question. She put her head down as Alfred looked at it. His thin lips were quirked up in a small smile but she couldn’t tell if that was a good or bad thing.

“Pick your head up, miss,” he said, “I know you painted this.”

“Is that why you asked for me for your tour?” Leena asked.

“It is indeed.” His smile widened. “Master Wayne wanted me to see what kind of person could paint something like that.”

He pointed to the canvas and Leena furrowed her brows. She turned to the painting herself. Was there some vulgar message she, the artist, had missed? No. She couldn’t see it. All she saw was a portrait of Gotham at night. Done in oil paints on a medium sized canvas, Leena had always been told she leaned too far into her impressionist influences. But she couldn’t help it. Ordinary subject matter with a heightened sense of romanticism and color was something that Leena was just drawn too. The painting was Gotham at night, looking out over the skyline with the lights from the offices and apartments shining brightly, as if the viewer were looking down from the highest story of some building or other. In the glowing rooms in the foreground, people could be seen. Families, tired office workers, friends getting together.

She had titled the painting My City.

“I’m not sure I understand what you mean,” she said, turning back to Alfred.

“Master Wayne sees Gotham as a dark place — a place full of hate, injustice, and cruelty,” Alfred said.

Leena pulled a face. “While I will not disagree with Mr. Wayne — Gotham is full of the worst kinds of things — but it is also still worth saving. And loving. And living in if only to save it and love it more.”

Alfred smiled, a soft and knowing thing that made Leena’s eyes narrow.

“And Master Wayne would agree with that sentiment as well.” He turned to the painting again, hands clasped behind his back. “Which is why he was drawn to your work so much. You share similar views on a city that many have lost faith in — a rare find, especially in art form.”

Leena was puzzled. Bruce Wayne grew up in Gotham, just like she did. But they saw completely different sides of Gotham. Wayne saw only the elite, the rich, the famous side. The side that lived in penthouse suites, owned entire blocks of buildings, and could afford to eat at those fancy restaurants downtown. The faces of Gotham City. While Leena saw the hands and feet, the workers and the heart and soul of Gotham. The side that worked fifty hour weeks, lived in the slums, and had to cut up and burn their own furniture to keep warm. Gotham wasn’t worth saving because of the side that Bruce Wayne saw, that made it worth damnation. Gotham was worth saving because of what Leena saw.

“Um — well — uh — I…I don’t really know what to say. I wish I could tell Mr. Wayne thank you in person.”

Alfred seemed to get an idea. “How about you deliver the painting in person to Wayne Manor? Tomorrow perhaps? You could thank him in person and he would get to meet the artist behind the painting that has captivated him for so long. That is, if you are free, of course.”

“Well, if he wanted to do that he could have come himself today.” Leena couldn’t stop the words before they came out of her mouth.

Her eyes widened as she stared at Alfred. God, she really needed to learn how to control her mouth. She could feel her neck heating up and her face paling all at the same time. Her face scrunched up as she closed her eyes. Maybe if she didn’t look at him he would just go away or she would just sink into the floor. Either option would spare her from the agonizing embarrassment ripping through her right now.

“I’m so — “

Alfred chuckled. He actually started laughing. A polite and somehow very British thing that had Leena’s eyes flying open.

“I couldn’t agree with you more, Ms. Duckett,” he chuckled out, “But Master Wayne has turned into a bit of a recluse as of late. And I really do think he would appreciate meeting you.”

Leena bit down hard on her lip. If it meant making the $500 the painting was priced at, she was willing to do anything honestly. Even it meant borrowing Jamie’s car and meeting the actual Bruce fricking Wayne himself. That was enough money to pay her half of the rent for the month and she only had to do one thing. Not work her ass off at two different jobs. Her need for the money more than outweighed her apprehensions about meeting a billionaire and talking to him about her art and her thoughts on Gotham.

“Alright. Tomorrow at three o’clock. Is that an okay time?”

“Oh, yes. Just in time for tea.”

_______________________________________________________________________

“Please could you stop the noise? I’m trying to get some rest,” Leena sang as she cleaned her paint brushes, “From all the unborn chicken voices in my head!”

She moved back to the canvas she had set up by the windows overlooking the city. Who knew getting a meeting with one of Gotham’s most influential men would give her inspiration for a new painting? The reference photo of Bruce Wayne was tacked into the corner of the canvas. She had gotten the idea on the train ride and subsequent bus ride back to her apartment when her shift at the gallery was over. Something about Bruce Wayne being a recluse and seeing the good in Gotham just gave her a spark of inspiration. A spark of inspiration to lesson her fears about meeting the man by painting him as a vigilante sasquatch.

It was at least making her feel better about the whole thing. Jamie had walked in from her own work shift with many questions about it. But Leena had only held up a finger for patience and put her headphones back in. Jamie knew what that meant. Her roommate had had a weird day and needed to vent through her art.

Leena continued to paint for some time. Lost in the music and the colors and shapes that flowed from her paintbrush. Leena’s mother had given her paints and paper when she was very little as a distracting craft while she tried to clean around the house. But her mother could not have known that that would have sparked a lifelong love for art and painting. A dedication to get better and better and find her own style. Winning contests, medals, and even studying art in college. Leena felt the most at home when she was painting. Felt the most herself when she had a brush in her hand and a vision in her head that just needed to be let out.

This was one of those ideas she just knew would consume her every waking, and possibly sleeping, thought until she got it out and onto the canvas. Vigilante sasquatch Bruce Wayne was going to camp out in her cerebral cortex until she had brought him to life. Trekking through the woods, covered in body hair, wearing a stupid bright red face mask. If he thought the city was so worth saving, then why didn’t he give money to the police department so they had the tools to catch the criminals loose on Gotham’s streets? Why didn’t he donate money to improve Gotham’s infrastructure, education, hospitals, mental health services, or literally anything else besides funneling money into his own company?

If she were to see him right now, she would have a piece of her mind to give him that was —

Her phone started vibrating in the pocket of her apron. Leena groaned. She had gotten into such a good groove, too. She pulled out her iPod first and paused her music. Then she flipped open her phone and held it up to her ear. She didn’t even bother to see who was calling. Her mother usually called around that time of day anyway.

“Hey, Mom, what’s up?” she asked as she pinched the phone between her cheek and shoulder.

“Uh — “ A distinctly male voice came through. “Sorry, this is John Blake. Were you expecting your mom to call you? Cause I can call back later.”

Oh, God. After realizing that, in her euphoria, she had forgotten to get his number, she had been waiting to hear from him for nearly two days.  

“Oh, shit,” she said, quickly wiping her paint stained hands off on her apron, “Um, no — sorry. Sorry. I wasn’t — with my mom. I can talk now. Officer Blake — John. Officer Blake?”

At the mention of that name, Jamie peeked her head out from the gap in the curtains surrounding her bed with a look of pure interest on her face. Mouth open and her eyebrows raised as she looked across the room. Leena shooed her away with a wave of her hand and an uncontrollable smile.

“You can just call me John,” he laughed, “You getting around okay without the bike?”

“Uh, yeah. Taking the train and the bus — definitely throwing my budget out of whack but — that doesn’t matter…At all.” Leena glanced over at Jamie, still listening in, only to see her roommate roll her eyes.

When did she get so terrible at talking to men?

“Well, I have some good news for you.” Leena could feel her heart jump into her mouth, making her physically stand on tip toe and stare out the window as he continued to speak. “I found it. So — uh, where do you wanna go for our date?”

Leena squeezed her eyes shut, the smile on her face nearly hurting her cheeks as she tilted her head towards the ceiling. Was this really happening? After Jacob, she didn’t know if she would ever find anyone else. If she would be willing to put herself out there like that again. But with John, something felt different. He was safe, kind, and somehow she just knew that he would never hurt her like Jacob did. She twirled around once and she could hear Jamie whispering, asking what was going on. Leena ignored her roommate.

“How about Superdawg?”

Superdawg? Jamie mouthed with an unbelieving face.

“That hotdog place over by Robinson Park?”

“Uh, yeah.”

She heard him chuckle. “Sorry. I just suppose I expected you to pick something a bit more…I don’t know…”

“I’m not a fancy kind of girl, trust me.” Leena laughed. “We could eat and then maybe take a walk around the park or something? If that sounds good to you — I don’t — “

“No, that — that sounds great, actually.  Honestly, kinda glad you didn’t pick something fancy.”

“Okay, cool.” Leena looked over at Jamie with raised brows and a wide smile. “Uh, what time?”

“Saturday — tomorrow at six? I can pick you up?”

“Yeah, that sounds great. I’ll see you then.”

“See you then, Leena.” She loved the sound of him saying her name. “Bye.”

“Bye.” She flipped her phone closed and turned to face Jamie with fists triumphant in the air. “I have a date! And I’m getting my bike back!”

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[griffins-fanfic]

Finding Midnight-Chapter Two

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Ships: Moxiety, Background Logince

Warnings: none that I know of

Summary: shenanigans continue, featuring Midnight being a sassy little shit

AO3

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The vet was very kind. She told them that Midnight, shockingly, didn’t have anything wrong physically except for malnourishment. She gave her a vaccine, then suggested a meat-based wet food diet, checking Midnight’s weight regularly to see if she’s gaining weight at a healthy pace, and told them to come back in three weeks for a booster shot.

They were on their way with Midnight in a carrier and headed to the nearest pet shop. Midnight fell asleep on the walk there. Virgil had a sudden spike of worry as they walked through the door, wondering if cats were even allowed in there. But, he spotted someone with a leashed Great Pyrenees at checkout, and figured that if that giant ball of fluff was allowed, then the kitten the size of Virgil’s hand wouldn’t be kicked out.

Patton had the shopping list, but he was quickly distracted by the rodent aisle. Virgil took the list and walked over to the aisle with all the collars. He set the carrier down on the ground and picked a couple options from the shelf. Then, he crouched down and looked into Midnight’s eyes.

“Alright. What about yellow?” he held up the yellow collar. It was an eyesore, but he had to give Midnight options. Silence from the kitten. “Blue?” It nearly perfectly matched Patton’s favorite shirt, which was a bonus in Virgil’s mind. Still silence. “Purple?” Quiet, then one tiny mew. “Alright, purple it is.”

They moved to the beds, finding Patton already there, holding up a medium sized pink bed. He turned to Virgil and showed it to him. “This one!” He said.

“Isn’t it a little big?” Virgil asked.

"She’ll grow into it. I don’t know. I was drawn to it.”

Virgil chuckled. “Valid. Let’s see.” He studied the list. “Food, litter, litterbox. Probably some sort of scratching post.”

“And lots of toys!” Patton added.

“Divide and conquer? I get the food and litter, you can get the box and toys.”

Patton nodded and started skipping off to get the stuff. Right before he turned the corner, Virgil shouted, “Make sure she can get into the box!” earning a thumbs up. He then swung around to the front of the store to pick up a cart and went over to the food aisle. There, he located the brand recommended by the vet and picked up a few cans. Then it was over to the litter. There, his phone rang.

“Hey,” He said.

Logan’s voice came through the phone. “Virgil, it’s Logan.”

"I know, caller id exists.”

“Correct. Due to unforeseen circumstances, I will be unable to attend movie night this week. Please give Patton my apologies.”

“Will do. You’ll make it next week, right? Pat will be disappointed if you miss two weeks in a row.”

“Of course. As long as we are not required to watch another one of those abominations that Roman likes to call ‘classic Disney movies.”

Virgil laughed. “I’m putting a blanket ban on any Disney movie made before 1970 from now on.”

“Perfect. Farewell.”

“See you next week, L.”

As Virgil found the most budget friendly litter, the thought that he should probably warn Roman about the cat before movie night crossed his mind. He quickly ignored it. It would funnier to drop the idea of the cat on him when he got there.

He met up with Patton at the checkout line. As he eyed Patton’s basket, he was relieved that he had been payed recently. He considered asking Patton to maybe give up a couple of the toys, but he just didn’t have it in him.

It wasn’t until Patton pulled out his debit card that Virgil realized why he had gotten that many items.

“Pat, no.” He started, but was quickly shushed.

“I’m not going to ask you to pay for this much. Look, the newest freelance job just finished, and now I have a little bit of money to burn. Don't fight me on this.”

They finished and started their trek back to the apartment. “Hey, have you told Roman about her yet?” Virgil asked.

“No, what are you planning?” Patton said, squinting, his usual face of suspicion.

“Nothing!” Patton knew him too well. “Just don’t tell him until movie night. I wanna surprise him.”

They arrived at the apartment and set their haul down on the kitchen table. Virgil's arms ached, and he could see that Patton was rubbing his shoulders, grimacing. Virgil set the carrier down, letting Midnight loose to sprint around the apartment again.

He picked a bag and started pulling things out of it, looking through all the toys Patton had bought.

"We need to get her a tag." Patton said, joining him in going through the stuff. "Oh! You should have a photoshoot with her. Get all your fancy photography stuff out."

Virgil shrugged. "I don't usually work with animal subjects."

"I mean, it's our child! It's gotta be different." Virgil blushed slightly at the suggestion that they were co-parenting. "And you could post it on your Instagram!"

Virgil had an Instagram that he posted some of his photos on. It had a couple hundred followers, and brought in the very few commissions he had done so far, but recently he had been pretty bad at keeping up with it.

"That's certainly an idea. Did you get two of the same toy?" Virgil held up two nearly identical feather wands.

Patton grinned sheepishly. "Yeah. I couldn't decide which color to get."

Virgil smiled back. "Dibs on the black one."

Patton pulled something else out of the bags. "This is a puzzle toy. You put a treat in this." He pointed at a tiny box in the middle of the toy, "and she has to solve a small puzzle to get it."

Virgil inspected the toy. "Are you sure we should be teaching her how to solve puzzles?"

"Why not?"

"She seems like she's gonna grow into a little shit. I don't think we're equipped for a cat who's both a little shit and intelligent."

"Do you really think-ow!" Patton jumped and grabbed his ankle. "She scratched me!" He yelled. Virgil hadn't even noticed that she was back in the room.

"Oh jeez. Are you bleeding?"

Patton flopped down on a chair. "I can't believe! Betrayed by my own child!"

"You've been spending too much time with Roman. Can you go get a band-aid, or are you too injured to walk?" Virgil teased. "I'll set the scratching post up so she'll stop using you as one."

He carried the scratching post into the living room, setting it up under a window. Midnight came running to the post as soon as it was ready. Virgil crouched down and looked her in the eye. "I know you're energetic and you probably never had a healthy way to express it, but we've got all these toys for you for a reason. I love you, but hurting Patton is where I draw the line." He dropped his voice down to a whisper. "Cause I love him more." She meowed in response. Virgil was satisfied that she had gotten the message.

Patton announced his presence by walking into the living room and immediately banging his elbow against the doorframe. Virgil looked back at him. "Jesus Pat, I think we need to do less cat proofing and more Patton proofing."

"The world needs to be me proof. Do I need to reprimand her or did you?"

"I think she understands. Do you want to help me with taking a couple photos of her?"

Patton's eyes lit up, causing Virgil's heart to jump. He had wanted to help Virgil with his photography since it was revealed that he did it, but Virgil had a hard time working with other people, so he hadn't accepted the offer yet. "Get the collar on her and take her to my room. I'll start setting up."

Virgil went into his room and grabbed his photography box from his closet. The box contained two white sheets, one for pinning on the wall and one for laying on the ground, his portable lights, and his tripod. The camera was kept on his desk, he spent an entire paycheck on it once, he wasnt about to put it somewhere it could get broken.

Patton came in while he was rummaging around the box. "Shut the door so we can keep her contained, and come help me pin this sheet."

"Ok! I brought one of the feather wands just in case."

"Good idea. Now get your tall ass over here and pin the top of it. I have it marked where the pins need to go."

"How do you do this by yourself?" The marks were made at 6 foot, and Virgil, in all his 5'3" glory, definitely wasn't tall enough to reach it without help.

He shrugged. "chair."

"Are you talking about your desk chair? Virge that could get you hurt!"

"Yeah, I have enough bruised forearms and knees to prove that."

Patton's face set in determination. "Well, now you have me to help you. You'll never have to worry about injuring yourself for your job again as long as I'm here!"

"Thanks, but it's not my job, Patton, it's a hobby.*

"It'll be a job one day, I'm sure. I mean, you have a gift!" Patton hit the space bar of Virgil's laptop in a flourish, revealing the background that Virgil had set. It was from the one wedding he had done, a photo from the reception. The two brides were doing the first dance, one of them looking at the other like she was the entire world. It was a beautiful moment that had Virgil tearing up from behind the camera.

"That photo, and that's just one example, is perfect!"

Virgil blushed at the praise. He quickly cleared his throat and set his mind back to the task at hand. He was about to melt and wasn't sure what he'd do if Patton kept spilling compliments from his lips. Probably kiss him. And that was a bad idea. A horrible idea. Terrible no good brain giving him all these idiot very bad ideas.

He turned his attention to setting up the lights, plugging them in and adjusting them. Next, the camera. Patton was stretching his arms up to reach the marks, shirt lifting up to show a tiny strip of skin. Virgil ducked his head down and continued fiddling with the tripod, face as red as a cherry.

Finally, the only thing he had left to do was get the subject ready. Who was currently attacking his comforter. This was going to be a mess. He sent Patton into the kitchen to get treats.

"What kind? We didn't buy her specific cat treats?"

"I don't know. Some lunch meat or something. Just go." Then he turned to the cat. "Alright. Now, this may be a hard thing for you, but I'm going to need you to behave." Midnight yowled at him in response. "Point taken. Just don't fuck up my equipment and we'll try to get through this." He finished the lecture by picking her up and plopping her on the sheet. She immediately attempted to scramble off of it, but was intercepted by Virgil.

Patton came in then, carrying a few pieces of ham on a paper plate. Virgil sighed. "Great. You're back. Can you tear a couple pieces of that and put it on the sheet? She won't stay on it long enough for me to take a photo.

They proceeded to fill Virgil's SD card with tons and tons of photos. Midnight playing with the feathers, Midnight flopped on the ground, Midnight mid leap, every single pose a cat could do, there was a photo of Midnight doing it. About 45 minutes into the photoshoot, Virgil fiddled with the tripod, raising it up to human level. He then gestured to Patton. "Get on there."

Patton looked shocked. "Me? But I'm not camera ready."

"Shut up, you're always camera ready. I want to get a couple of photos of her with her pa, obviously. That took another 30 minutes, and left Virgil wore out. It was a decently short shoot session, compared to some jobs he's done, but Midnight was undoubtedly one of his worst clients, so he was exhausted.

Patton started taking down the set as Virgil plugged the card into his computer and starting looking at the photos. He stopped at one. In the photo, Midnight was curled up in Patton's arms, obviously content, and Patton had the softest look on his face, he wasn't looking directly at the camera, he was looking just above it, but other than that, it was one of the best photos he had ever taken.

"Oh wow." Patton sighed out behind him, causing Virgil to jump. "That's beautiful. You did a really good job."

"Uh, thanks. But you know, it was pretty easy when I had the two best clients in the world."

They ordered pizza and munched on it as the two of them went through the photos, choosing the best ones. Then they put on a dumb Netflix movie, ignoring it in favor of laughing at Midnight's antics.

As Virgil passed by Patton's room at about 2 in the morning, he saw Patton asleep, his curls the only thing visible above his quilt, Midnight curled up on top of him, purring in her sleep. The annoyed thought of "of course she wouldn't use the bed we bought specifically for her" crossed his mind, quickly shot down in favor of him just admiring the sight. He stood there for too long, staring, only snapping out of his trance when Midnight stretched out, letting at the smallest mew he had ever heard. He fell asleep that night the most content he had been in years.

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If You Love Me, Let Me Go [Ch. 2]

                                 [Joe!John Deacon x Olivia May]

Waking up the next morning was a mess of brown hair and limbs, the two of them having pretty much combined in the middle of the bed during the night. One of Liv’s legs was draped over John’s, his arms were wrapped tightly around her middle, and her face was pressed into his chest.

Cracking her eyes open and being met with early morning sunlight, Liv felt as if she wanted to both die immediately and vomit all over the room, but didn’t know in what order. There was a moment she had a lapse in memory, and she almost began to freak out because where the hell was she? But she soon calmed down when she inhaled John’s scent, select memories from the night before coming back to her.

But then the actual panic set in as John himself began to stir, tightening his arms around her, which caused Liv to rip herself away from his half awake form, startled and slightly embarrassed. Sure, she’d woken up the exact same way with Roger before, but that was different. Rog was her best friend, but John was...he was more. John was the gentle soul that Olivia admired and wanted to be around constantly, and she was afraid that her drunken banter last night had put a strain on whatever little friendship they’d formed over the last several months. If anything happened to reset them, she might just throw herself under Rog’s car.

The feeling of Liv moving so suddenly was what had John awake in seconds, his eyes a bit squinty but open, blinking as he tried to focus more on Liv’s sitting form. “Everything alright?” John asked, voice deep with sleep. He propped himself up on his elbow, running his fingers through his hair as he took in the worry that was etched in her eyebrows.

Olivia didn’t answer that question, turning her head slowly to look down at him. The sunlight was hitting him just right, and she bit down hard on her bottom lip. She couldn’t do this right now. Her head hurt far too much and he looked far too adorable for her to form any sort of intelligent conversation. “Can I use your phone?”

John blinked a few times at her before nodding. “Yeah, it’s down-” He didn’t even get a chance to finish his sentence because Liv was out of his bed and out the door the minute she heard ‘yeah’ from him.

Liv stumbled over to the phone as fast as her feet would take her, quickly picking it up and dialing one of the two numbers she knew by heart. After a few rings, she heard his gruff voice. “Yeah?”

“Rog.” Liv breathed out, happy he was awake at this time in the morning. “Do you think you could pick me up from John’s? Like, right now?” Her finger was twirling the phone cord nervously, and she shifted from foot to foot as she waited for the answer.

“Liv, you know I love you, but I’m kind of busy at the moment…” Roger answered, and in the background there could be a soft, very feminine giggle heard, followed by ‘Roggie, come back to bed, I’m cold.’

Her heart constricted painfully for no reason at all and she swallowed thickly. “Right, of course. There’s always someone else.” This clearly wasn’t the first time this had happened to Liv, and she felt stupid for even calling Rog, quickly hanging up the phone as she started to hear protest coming from her best friends mouth.

Liv didn’t even bother calling Brian, the only other persons phone number she had memorized, knowing that he had both a meeting and a breakfast to go to that morning. He wouldn’t be home, and she didn’t exactly want her brother picking her up from her bandmates house. Imagining the questions he’d ask her had her stomach turning again, feeling like she was going to throw up all over again.

She rested her head against the wall as she tried to calm her stomach down, but it ended up doing another complete flip when she heard John’s voice behind her.

“Liv, is everything alright?” He questioned, arms crossed over his chest.

Liv turned around to face him, laughing weakly. “Don’t you know it’s impolite to sneak up on a woman?” She joked softly, watching as John cracked the smallest of smiles.

“I’m sorry, you just worried me with how fast you left my room.”

Why was he so tooth-rottingly sweet? Liv wanted to simultaneously kiss him to death and punch him in the face.

Instead of doing either of those things, she tucked some of her hair behind her ear and blinked at him. “What did I say to you last night? Everything’s fuzzy, and I need to know how much of a complete idiot I made of myself.” At her question, John laughed, shaking his head.

“Well, for one, you let it slip that you fancy me.” Liv’s face turned so white she would give a ghost a run for their money, her stomach doing flips as she realized that John wasn’t done explaining. “You also suggested that we mess around a bit, but, no harm done because the second your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light.” And there was that feeling of needing to throw up again.

“Oh my god, John, I don’t even kno-”

“Is it true, Liv?”

Liv was startled by the forwardness of the question, her mouth opening and then clamping closed, making her look like a fish. “Is what true?”

“Last night you said you fancied me. Is it true?” John’s stomach was doing flips because Jesus Christ, he’d never thought he’d be having such a conversation with Olivia May. Freddie and Brian were the only two members of the band to know how John felt about Olivia, as well as how Olivia felt about John, and had felt about each other for a very long time, so in everyone’s mind but theirs, this conversation was a long time coming.

“Y-yeah.” Liv stuttered out, her brain and her mouth seemingly ganging up against her to answer the question. “It’s true. Been true.” There was none of her usual confidence behind the statement, none of the usual sass she had. It was a raw emotion being let out, and that fucking terrified her.

John didn’t know how to react to what he was hearing. There was a lot going on in his mind, as well as the fact that there was still a corner of his brain that was nagging him, telling him that what she said couldn’t be true, not when she was as close to Roger as she was.

The silence between them was deafening, Olivia left swimming in her own worry because she’d just admitted to John that she really did care about him, and now he was silent.

The silence was broken seconds later by John clearing his throat, blinking at her with disbelief still written on his face. “I fancy you too.” He wanted to disappear by just how lame that sentence sounded. Liv confessed her feelings for him and all he could come up with ‘I fancy you too?’

No matter how lame it sounded, it was still music to Liv’s ears. She cracked a smile and walked toward him, cupping his face with her hands gently and pulling him close. Their noses brushed gently and their lips were about to touch when they both jumped away, startled by the indistinguishable noise of a honking car.

John was at his front window in a moment, opening it just slightly to see who could have possibly interrupted the most waited for moment of his life, only to see that it was Roger.

“You called Roger to pick you up?” John almost looked hurt, his eyebrows knitting together as he moved away from the window. He should have been used to the fact that the two of them were bound at the hip, but in a situation like this, he was honestly upset.

“Yeah...he’s my best friend, and I was so in a state of shock earlier I felt as if I needed to get out of here. I don’t know how to deal with my emotions, clearly.” Olivia could tell he was upset, and she didn’t understand why until she slowly pieced the puzzle together. “John, there’s nothing between Roger and I…I was literally just about to kis-” Rog honked again, clearing impatient to get out of there and back to the woman in his bed.

“I’m sorry, but that’s really hard to believe, Liv. What do you expect me to think? The two of you are always together. Roger spends the night at your house, in your bed, all of the time. You get high together, you get drunk together, it sounds like a bit more than just best friends.” John stared blankly at her, a tenseness taking over the atmosphere.

“Do you really think if Roger and I were sleeping together, or together at all, I’d admit my year long feelings for you, to you, and try to kiss you?” Olivia looked exasperated, throwing her hands up.

“I don’t know, Olivia, are you that type of girl? Seems like with how much time you spend with him, his ways could have rubbed off on you?” John didn’t mean anything he was saying at all, and he knew he would regret it later, but at the moment he was angry. Upset. And finally uttering his worries out into the open.

Liv was taken aback by what he was accusing her of, eyes immediately pricking with tears. Roger honked again, and this time her hand went to fumble with the handle on his front door. “Fuck you, John Deacon.” She uttered out, tears slipping down her cheeks and past her lips.

Seeing her cry snapped him back to reality, back into himself, and his eyes widened as he watched her quickly run down his front steps toward Roger’s car. “Wait! Olivia!” He called, but it was too late.

Liv was already in the passenger seat of Roger’s car by that time, legs pulled up to her chest and face pressed into her knees. Any and all annoyance that Roger felt was gone, and his hand immediately went out to rest on her hair, concern etching its way onto his face. “Liv, what’s wrong?”

“Just drive, Roger. Just drive.”

And he did.

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55. Dorimuchimu

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I've said it once, I've said it twice, I've said it a thousand fucking times That I'm OK, that I'm fine, that it's all just in my mind But this has got the best of me, and I can't seem to sleep It's not 'cause you're not with me, it's 'cause you never leave -It Never Ends, Bring Me The Horizon

               Four days had passed before Rei had the courage to face Naru again. She awoke far too early with a fire in her belly, an anxiety, that she needed to quench. Without a second of hesitation, she slipped on her shoes and raced toward the cemetery.

               It was ANBU custom that a shinobi destroy their body before death so as to prevent the enemy from getting ahold of valuable information. After all, you can glean just as much from a dead body as you can a living one. Therefore, Naru was never even buried but rather memorialized in some sort of bogus mock grave. Quite frankly, it made Rei sick but she presumed she would rather have a fake grave than nothing at all. It took her some time to actually find it but when she did, she immediately realized how terrible of a decision she had made.

               Despite there not even being a body, she felt as if she had to tread carefully so as to not stand directly over where Naru’s corpse would’ve been. She swore she had heard something somewhere about that being bad, though she wasn’t quite sure why. Maybe it was bad luck. Whatever. It wasn’t important. She knelt down before the gravestone, her fingers tracing over her etched name, and then slapped her hand hard in hopes of waking up from this terrible nightmare. It was too surreal, none of this could possibly be happening. Maybe if she just squeezed her eyes shut tight enough and said a bunch of words backwards, she would reverse time and Naru would come bounding up behind her with that new hairstyle she was contemplating. They would stop for food and laugh and gossip and everything would be as it was once more. But that was stupid. No amount of wishing was ever going to change things back. Death was finite, irrevocable. There was nothing she could do.

               She couldn’t tell whether it had been hours or mere minutes when a voice suddenly spoke to her from behind. “Fancy seeing you here, Carrots” it called, and Rei recognized it immediately. She turned slowly, catching Sekkachi staring down at her. Backlit by a blinding sun, she looked almost demonic.

               “Can I not pay my respects?” Rei said sourly as she turned back around. She caught Sekkachi approach in her periphery and set a small bouquet of flowers down before the grave. They knelt there in silence for a long while, an uneasiness hanging in the air. Without Naru to bind them, Rei and Sekkachi felt out of place and awkward. “It still doesn’t feel real” Rei murmured, breaking the silence. “None of this feels real.”

               “Yeah, well, get used to it” Sekkachi spat. Despite the hostility of her words, there was a fragile undercurrent to her tone. Defeatist, cynical, heartbroken.

               Rei shook her head, an airy laugh breaking past her lips. “To think, we were the strongest kunoichi team of our generation…”

               “The Dream Girls” Sekkachi replied, slightly bitter.

               “Dorimuchimu” Rei said. That word held so much weight to it, so much meaning both positive and negative. She wondered how Chikara-sensei felt about all of this. Losing one of your students, even if they had long ago graduated from your tutelage, no doubt stung. If they could only go back to those old days when they were young and naïve, so full of life and high spirits. The weight of other’s harsh criticism didn’t feel quite so heavy. They were destined to fail, and yet exceeded every expectation.

               An all-girls team can’t possibly get any work done, they would say. They’re so weak. That’s too much estrogen for one team. It was a wonder none of them ever quit, but they all had their reasons to pursue a career like this. And they had Chikara: a powerhouse of a woman, tall and thick and tan. She accepted them as if they were her own children. Whatever their faults in the personal sphere didn’t matter. The only thing that was important now was teamwork, and damn were they a perfect combination. The very things that people argued would destine them for failure only contributed to their success. Tiny Rei was the sly spy, chatty Naru the intelligent deceiver, and aggressive Sekkachi the brute force. Soon their names were known across the five great nations: Chikara’s Dream Girls. Short-lived ecstasy.

               “Feels so anticlimactic” Rei murmured, reminiscing about it all. “Falling apart like this.”

               “No” Sekkachi countered, “No, we fell apart way before any of this.” As much as she respected the good things, Sekkachi was not blind to the reality of their formation. They were little girls with power, but also imperfections. That was the trouble with growing up—it also entailed growing apart and growing against. The very things that strengthened them as comrades only weakened them as friends. They were destined to fail from the very start.

               It was true that their progress, as well, was a point of contention. Where Rei and Naru excelled into the ANBU, Sekkachi was never given the privilege. Lord Third only ever promoted her as far as “specialized jonin,” which for all intents and purposes didn’t mean shit. Just a coat of gold paint on a cheap plastic knock off as if to make it feel shiny and worthwhile. In the end, it didn’t mean anything.

               Rei shook her head. “Don’t say that” she whispered. “Something like that would make Naru mad.”

               “Well, Naru isn’t here anymore, Rei!” Sekkachi suddenly exploded, leaping to her feet. “It’s not like she can hear us!” Taken aback, Rei turned to her slowly, her heart pounding. Sekkachi’s face was growing redder by the second. She was teetering on the verge of madness after having held herself back for far too long.

               “Sekkachi, please….” Rei whispered, slowly standing herself. She really didn’t want to do this. Not right now. “This isn’t the right place to argue—”

               “As if it’s your place to say!” Sekkachi shouted. “If it wasn’t for you, Naru would still be here!”

               Her words were like a kunai to the chest. Rei staggered backwards, suddenly breathless. She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. Her entire body went numb. After a few moments of gasping and glitchy recalculating, she finally choked out, “I-I didn’t mean to…”

               Sekkachi balled up her fist and for a moment Rei was certain she was going to strike her. However, a softness slowly filled her eyes and she began to lower her hand. “That doesn’t mean anything” Sekkachi growled. Her voice quaked, and for the first time in a long time she was holding back tears. “You don’t get a free pass by saying sorry. I want you to live with the guilt of what you’ve done every single day for the rest of your miserable life.”

               Now Rei was fighting back tears. She clenched her fists at her sides so hard, her nails dug deep into her palms. A lump rose in her throat and the earth began to swing back and forth beneath her feet. “I know…I know…I wish it had been me instead. It should’ve been me…oh god, it should’ve been me…”

               “Your tears aren’t going to help you win my sympathy, Rei” Sekkachi snapped. “I refuse to sit by and watch you get everything you ever wanted while having stolen this from me.” She gestured to Naru’s grave, and a sickening fear began to well up inside of Rei.

               “W-what do you mean…?” the redhead asked, though she was terrified of the answer. She wasn’t stupid. She could make the inferences. All the pieces of this tragic puzzle began coming together in her head and it only added to the crushing weight.

               Sekkachi sniffled and tried to act tough, unaffected, but was failing. “I had plans, you know” she said. “I had things I wanted, too. A happy life. Good future. Loving relationship. But the one person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, I was too much of a fucking coward to confess to. And now…now it’s too fucking late!”—here, she kicked the small bouquet of flowers she had placed by Naru’s grave. “She’s gone and there’s nothing I can fucking do about it!”

               The sky was spinning. This was so much worse than she expected. Rei gasped for breath, trying to make sense of everything. Her entire world felt like one bizarre dream where nothing made sense and everything was fake. “Y-you mean…the bookshop…and—”

               “Yes, you fucking idiot!” Sekkachi screamed. “It was Naru! It was all for fucking Naru! And now she’s motherfucking gone, and I’ll never be able to tell her how much my stupid ass fucking loved her, and there’s nothing I can do about it!” At this point, there was no holding back now. The dam had broken and tears were spilling down Sekkachi’s face. It was the most raw and gruesome display of emotion Rei had ever seen her express in public, if not in the entire course of their friendship. She gripped her stomach, tugging at the chub on her sides, and shrieked in agony. “This is all your fucking fault!”

               “I’m sorry! I’m sorry…I’m so fucking sorry…” Rei wailed, falling to her knees. She curled up on the ground, pressing a hand to Naru’s gravestone in hopes that perhaps wherever her spirit was, it would flutter down to bring them peace or reassurance or some other poetic bullshit she knew wasn’t actually attainable.

               Sekkachi knelt down and grabbed Rei by her shirt collar, a tearful anger overflowing from inside of her. Through clenched teeth, she growled, “Sorry isn’t going to bring her back to me.” Then she tossed Rei back into the ground and walked off feeling dirty and disgusting and depressed.

               Rei gripped the grass as she watched her leave, feeling the natural little bugs of the terrain crawl through her tangled hair and across her fingers. Something inside of her was dying, rancid and raw, threatening to overtake her entire body. Her forearms itched for something sharp, some way to drain herself of this darkness, but she was too worn down to move. She would just have to suffer through the hunger. She turned to the sky and stared directly at the sun until black spots clouded her vision, then pressed the heels of her hands into her eye sockets and whispered, “It never ends…it never ends…”

#kakashi hatake #rei natsuki #the scarecrow and the bell #naruto #naruto oc #fanfiction

[truelovevoltage]

Secrets Revealed - Kyohei Rikudoh

“Anonymous said: You can write about kyohei and nagi about mc friend finding out about her relationship with the guys”

“Anonymous said: Can you write about her best friend finding out about her relationship with kyohei and she gets upset because she has a crush on him :)”

“Anonymous said: do one were her best friend flirts with kyohei after the concert but she doesn't know that the mc is dating him”

A year, that’s how long Rina waited to get Revance concert tickets. The moment that the pre-sale started, Rina didn’t even sleep because she was determined to get those tickets. She was left with disappointment in the end because even though she stayed up just for the pre-sale, she wasn’t able to get tickets. The tickets were sold out in minutes.

Currently, Y/N is in Rina’s apartment trying to comfort her. “I can’t believe I was so close to getting those tickets and yet it wasn’t able to take full grasp of it.” Y/N felt really bad for your best friend.

She knew how much Rina loves the band and Y/N hated seeing Rina like this. “If it makes you feel better... I’ll ask my sources if they can give you tickets!” Y/N tried to cheer her up.

“Really? You’d do that for me?!?!?” Y/N nodded at her best friend. “Thanks, Y/N! You’re the best but please don’t do something dumb like selling your organ for tickets cause it’s not worth it.” It was just a joke but Y/N knew deep down that Rina was indeed serious.

The moment Y/N got home she let out a huge sigh. The members of Revance happen to hear your sigh of despair. “What’s wrong Y/N.” Asked Kyohei. “Well, Rina’s really bummed out about not getting tickets for your concert.”

“And you told her that you’ll get tickets for her didn’t you?”

“Kind of? I just said I’ll see what I can do, I’m not expecting you guys to give me a ticket just cause I’m your assistant manager. I don’t want to take advantage of that.”

The members knew how Y/N felt and they knew that she’s not the kind of person that would take advantage because she knew them. “How about this, I’ll give you and your friend VIP tickets. Think of it as a thank you gift from us. I know how much you miss her.”

It was really sweet of Kyohei to do that for her. Y/N thanked everyone for this opportunity. Y/N was really excited to tell Rina the good news. The last time they went to a concert together was the day Y/N became their assistant manager and their ghostwriter.

Rina was overjoyed when Y/N told her the news. Rina couldn’t believe that Y/N got VIP tickets to a sold-out concert. “I don’t know what I did to deserve a friend like you Y/N! I finally get to see Sir Kyo again!” Rina squealed. She was beyond ecstatic about the concert.

Rina mentioned that they should go shopping to buy some new outfits. “Hey, you’ll never know, what if Sir Kyo notices me and then falls in love with me!” She fantasizes. “Y/N come on we HAVE to go shopping.”

Y/N had no choice but to go along with Rina’s plan. While Y/N was hanging out with Rina, she realized that Rina’s always been there for her and never questioned whenever Y/N crashes at her place cause Y/N and Kyohei would fight or they’ll say that they need space. Thinking to herself, Y/N thought she’d tell Rina her secret.

The night of the concert, Rina really went all out. She had her make up done and curled her hair. She really wants to be noticed by the guys. She knew all the songs by heart and she mentioned how she loves the lyrics. This made Y/N happy knowing that she loves the lyrics she wrote.

In the middle of the concert, Rina was pulled on stage by Kyohei, she looked like she was about to faint. “We have a lovely woman up here on stage with me, what’s your name love?”

“R-Rina!” She stuttered.

“Miss Rina, this next song is for you.” Kyohei winked.

They sang a song just for her best friend and Y/N was happy that Rina was having the time of her life out there. One thing is for sure, she’s going to remember this for the rest of her life.

When the concert ended Rina wouldn’t stop talking about Kyohei and how he definitely fancy her. “Out of everyone in the stadium he chose me to go up on stage with them! I left like a queen up there Y/N! And I swear there’s some chemistry between Sir Kyo and me! I just know it!”

Y/N felt a pit in her stomach knowing that her best friend has a major crush on her boyfriend. Y/N wasn’t sure how she was going to tell Rina now, she didn’t want to hurt her feelings.

Before they were about to leave the stadium, security stopped them to ask if they were Y/N and Rina. “Follow me, there’s someone that wants to meet you.”

Along the way, Rina kept fantasizing about how this will change her love life. And honestly speaking, Y/N was getting irritated. “Hey Rina, you might want to tone down a bit. If your guess is correct, don’t you want to leave a good impression of them and not be like the others?”

That must’ve sounded harsh at first but Rina understood what Y/N meant. She composed herself kept her cool. They were backstage with the rest of the staff and Revance members. “Oh, my... Please, someone, pinch me. I’m dreaming aren’t I?” Rina was in a big shock.

The members crowded the two women and made conversation. Although as certain woman had only eyes for the producer. The other members noticed it as well but Kyohei entertained Rina. “So Sir Kyo, what’s your ideal girl?”

“Hmm… Probably that she’s a good cook, tough and hard worker.” Kyohei looked over at Y/N and smiled at his girlfriend. Y/N smiled back but she felt embarrassed that he basically just mentioned her traits in front of Y/N’s best friend.

“Wow, she’s really into Kyo.”

“I don’t really care, as long as I’m not the one entertaining her it’s fine with me.” Shrugged Kota.

“I agree. But it must be hard trying to entertain someone that has a crush on you but you’re in a relationship already and the girlfriend isn’t far away.” Their eyes turned to Y/N. If the band members were feeling awkward about Rina flirting with Kyohei, they assumed Y/N would be feeling jealous.

“I still can’t believe it. I’m really here! Not only was I able to stand on stage with you but I’m here talking to you in person as well! Don’t fall for me okay?” She winked at Kyohei.

Kyohei just brushed it off and chuckled. “That’s a possibility but I don’t think my girlfriend would be happy if I gave someone false hope about getting in a relationship with me.” Kyohei’s gazed move to the band members once again. He was feeling jealous that his bandmates were talking to her.

“It’s Y/N isn’t it.” Kyohei looked at Rina. “She’s the girl you’re talking about aren’t you.” There were tears visible in Rina’s eyes. She was able to puzzle everything together. There was no way Y/N could’ve got VIP tickets on a sold-out concert unless the members themselves gave them to her. Rina connected the dots when they broke up and Kyohei had to perform but froze on his spot. Rina figured out that it wasn’t a coincidence that Kyohei played the main role in her debut as a screenwriter.

Rina ran away from Kyohei. She felt broken-hearted and betrayed. Kyohei and Y/N exchanged looks “I’m sorry.” He mouthed.

When Y/N read his lip movement, she knew right away that Rina has figured it out. Y/N knew that her best friend is hurting right now but she wants to at least give her an explanation. Y/N ran after Rina, “Rina wait up!”

“How could you lie and betray me like that Y/N! You’re my best friend and we're supposed to tell each other everything!”

“I’m sorry, I know I wasn’t honest with you but I really did want to tell you. I wanted to tell you the secret, I didn’t want you to find it out like this.”

“You knew that I have a big crush on Kyohei. I was even fantasizing that I’ll be his girlfriend! You must’ve been laughing at me for thinking I have a chance with Sir Kyo when you’re already dating him! Then it turns out that you’re working for them too!”

“That’s not true Rina. Please just calm down. Let’s fix this please.” Y/N was now crying as well. Rina is one of her best friends and she doesn’t like the idea of losing her over this secret.

“Then why? Why couldn’t just tell me the truth Y/N?”

“I couldn’t…”

“Why?!? Do you not trust me?” She yelled.

“None of this is Y/N’s fault. We were the ones came up to Y/N about a job offer as our assistant manager. She wasn’t only our assistant manager back then but our ghostwriter as well. Our lyricist fled and suggested to take Y/N as his replacement.” Kyohei glared at Ryo.

“I said I was sorry!” Ryo raised his hands in the air.

“I hope you understand why we needed to keep this a secret, I apologize if I did something selfish for our own benefits,” Kyohei explained everything to Rina. He explained everything that happens from day one. “I’m also sorry for hurting your feelings. As time passed by I fell in love with your friend, please don’t get mad at Y/N.”

There was still a look of betrayal sadness in Rina’s eye. She wanted to get back at Y/N for this. “I’m going to tell the press about this.”

“Rina no! Please… Don’t do that…”

“I’m not going to listen to you.” Rina left them.

“It’s okay Y/N, I was planning to announce our relationship soon anyways but just be prepared for what’ll happen tomorrow.” Kyohei comforted her.

Back home, Y/N apologized for the band for causing trouble. Y/N meant no harm to the band, she’ll never forgive herself if something ruins Revance’s reputation because of her. She wouldn’t be able to live with the fact that she’s the reason that ruins something the band took care of for over ten years.

“Don’t worry Y/N we’re not that weak. We’re ready for everything that’ll come after us.” Stated Nagito.

The following day, everyone was anticipating on the news that could possibly ruin their reputation and gain hates from their fans for deceiving them this whole time. One hour, two hours, three hours, nothing out of the ordinary reached the press. This means that Rina didn’t go to any press to reveal their secret. Everyone waited until the day finished until they can breathe and not worry about the press.

From: Rina

Y/N can we talk, please?

Meet at our favourite restaurant and can you possibly ask the guys to come as well? I promise I mean no harm.

After reading the text, Y/N showed it to the guys. They happily agreed to go and meet with Rina as well.

Immediately upon their arrival at the set meeting place, Rina felt nervous. “I’m sorry for calling you guys out of the blue, I know how crazy your schedule must be.” Everyone nodded their head and she continued to speak, “I’ll get straight to the point, I’m sorry for my behaviour last night. Y/N and Sir Kyo I’m really sorry, I was just really hurt you know? I wanted to apologize for the rest of the band as well for saying those things about revealing your secret. I was being selfish, I didn’t even think about the consequences if I did tell the press your secret. As a big fan of yours, I feel ashamed for even threatening you guys.”

Rina was easily forgiven, this wasn’t something the members would hold grudge against. Since it was partially their fault that almost ruined a friendship. “So we’re okay now Rina?”

“Of course you silly! At least now I have a best friend that’s dating an idol! By the way, if you two ever get married I call being your maid of honour okay? Or bridesmaid, whatever works cause I know maid of honour will go to Kyohei’s sister.”

Everyone talked for a good twenty minutes before parting. Y/N was glad she was able to make amends with her best friend and she was also relieved that she was no longer keeping a secret away from Y/N.

A/N: Secrets Revealed - Nagito Aoshima is up for reads as well!

#Kyohei Rikudoh #Kyohei Rikudoh Fan Fic #Kyohei Rikudoh Fan Fiction #SITS #STIS Fan Fic #SITS Fan Fiction #Scandal In The Spotlight #Scandal In The Spotlight Fan Fic #scandal in the spotlight fan fiction #Otome #Otome Headcanon #Otome Headcanons #Voltage Inc #Voltage Headcanon #Voltage Headcanons #truelovevoltage #truelovevoltage posts #truelovevoltage headcanon #truelovevoltage headcanons

[carlycmarathecat]

The Question

The star nomad swung his leg a little, glancing at the clock to read the time. 4 minutes past 6. Sighing to himself, Wander looked back out the window once more waiting for his girlfriend to show up, being that earlier she wanted to do something special with him.

That girlfriend being Dominator, herself.

See, she had been gone for quite some time after the defeat of her ship and the galaxy renewed from all the damage she had caused. Till that one day she finally showed up after so long, surprisingly asking for forgiveness from Wander and the others. Of course, Wander was the first to accept her apologies while the others, mainly Sylvia and Peepers, took a little more time to accept her into the group. Over time, Dominator had gained trust and friendship of the others, and even regained Sylvia's friendship as well. She had at one point wanted to make it up to Hater about turning him down but had learned he had found himself a girlfriend over the time Dominator was gone, so she was happy for him.

She mostly spent time with Wander as he taught her numerous things, from being a good friend to doing favors for people. The more time they've spent together, the more their feelings seemed to grow; Dominator had to take a little more time on those feelings then Wander did and he was okay to wait till she was fully ready for a relationship. They had even gone out a few times but never really took it further than that. Wander didn't think Dominator would be ready for that sort of step just yet.

He perked up with he thought he heard a bell ringing outside his window and looked out. There was Dominator, clad in a black long-sleeved shirt and short black skirt. Her hair had grown slightly longer over time still in a Mohawk. What took Wander's interest at the moment was that she was seated on a bicycle, the type with two seats. Funny, he had expected her to show up in a car somehow. Maybe she really did have something planned.

"Hey, furball." Dominator waved up to him, smiling.

"Heya, Dee." He waved back, making his way to the front door. 'Dee' was a nickname Dominator could accept from certain people, Wander included. Once he arrived outside, he stood there for a sec. "When you get a bike?"

"What, this?" She gave a small laugh, "It's kind of a rent from a guy. Why? Bad idea?"

"No, not at all." Wander walked over, "Seats for both of us. Including the fact it's one of my many favorite shades of green."

"That's…that's good…" Dominator looked away for a sec, "So, do...do you want to take driver's seat or should I?"

Wander smiled, "Well you did have something planned, so ladies first."

"Fair enough," agreed Dominator. She first helped the nomad get onto his bike seat before getting on the front one and riding off, while Wander held on since his feet could barely reach his brakes. It took about 15 minutes for them to reach the location Dominator wanted to go; a restaurant with the name Purrito.

"Purrito?" the nomad asked.

"Well, you do like cats and it does have some sort of cat theme to it, so yeah." Dominator shrugged and used a lock on the bike, helping Wander down to the ground. Entering inside, the nomad got a good look around; seemed pretty fancy, not to mention the various cat-like creatures roaming around each of them had a theme of ice cream colors.

"Aw, they're so cute."

"Yeah, they say you can adopt some of these little guys if you wanted to. But I doubt your friend will allow you to take that many." Dominator spoke, smiling to herself.

"Not that many." Wander pouted, playfully.

She chuckled as a waiter came up and took the couple to their table, where they could be closest to the window and have a nice view.

The dinner went on with small talk, Wander enjoying a salad with water and Dominator had a burger with coke. The nomad was enjoying the company of the tall green alien woman but something still lingered in the back of his mind; why exactly was she doing all of this? Did she do something without him knowing again? There had been times she'd make mistakes and barely let him know about them, despite he'd usually find out and fix them himself.

"Dee…"

"Hm?" She looked up from her beverage and patty sandwich.

"I know you did something."

"What are you even talking about?"

"C'mon, we're having a good time; you're doing a bunch of things to my liking. What have you done now?" He raised an eyebrow.

Dominator chuckled weakly, "What? I can't treat a friend to something without being questioned like this?"

"So…what exactly did you do today?"

She tapped on her chin. "Well, I did almost step on a gem bug…"

"Yes?"

"I returned an overdue movie to Space Block."

"Go on…"

"And…" She snapped her fingers, "Oh and I also tried out a blunana bread recipe which I gave to some neighbors of mine, the lions whose colors change depending on their mood." She leaned back in her chair, "And that's about it, done."

"That's it."

"Yes, that's all I did today."

That's when a small robot floated up to them, speaking, "I am not staring at you. I am a cyborg photographer, just act natural. This is a candid shot. I don't require a camera, so…"

Wander smiled, "What do you say Dee?"

Dominator smiled, "Sure I guess." Both of them turned towards the robot as a small clicking sound was heard and the photo was slowly pulled out from its mouth slot, giving it to both Wander and Dominator. "Thank you," the robot nodded, leaving the couple to enjoy their picture and floating off to the next table, "Hi. I am not staring at you…"

-----

After their dinner, the two rode up to a hilltop, where Dominator kept her hands over Wander's eyes leading him up to the top.

"Ready for yet another surprise?"

"You sure you didn't break anything?"

"I told you, I didn't do anything wrong this time. At least, nothing wrong so far. Anyhow, here it is!" She removed her hands for Wander to see what she wanted to show. What Wander saw was a sunset scenario, bright white color and has colors swimming around in it like a rainbow river. The nomad was indeed entranced by it…

"Alright, what's up?"

"Eh?" Dominator seemed puzzled.

"Dee, you can tell me anything. There's got to be a reason you've been acting like this all day." He crossed his arms, tapping his foot. The tall green woman stuttered a little to find any more excuses but sighed heavily.

"There's no more getting past this, is there?"

"Honey, I just want to know the whole reason for this, that's all I'm asking."

Dominator swallowed, "Okay…" She quickly got down on one knee, looking a bit red in the face. Sticking out her hand, she added, "I'm gonna…need your hand for a sec."

Wander blinked, starting to go red as well and slowly placed his hand into Dominator's, feeling her slightly grip it.

"Look, Wander… I know you usually picture any man of a relationship doing this with his girlfriend, partner, whatsoever and you probably wanted to wait till I was ready because that's just how you are… but I'm telling you and also asking…" She presented a small box from her pocket. "That if you're ready for a full relationship between us, then I am too." Dominator then clicked the box open to reveal none other than a ring.

The nomad stood there, mouth gaped. Did she just…? Did she really do what he thought she just did? Sure, he thought he'd do it himself but knowing how Dominator was… he blinked rapidly to try and keep away a few tears.

"…Super cheesy, wasn't it?"

"No, no, that was…that was good." Wander wiped his eyes for a sec, "Didn't expect this coming from you, honestly. But…" He leaned in for a quick smooch, "I'm also ready to take the next step too." He gently took the ring, putting it on his own finger.

Now Dominator was the one to start blinking till a grin grew on her face and she jumped up, doing her victory dance. "Yes, yes, yes, yes!"

Wander had to laugh at her response, staring at the ring she gave him; it was an icy color and appeared to have a small heart shape inside of a fiery color.

"So where'd you get this from?"

Dominator calmed down from her whooping to answer him, "Homemade actually."

"Really?"

"Yeah, but hasn't been easy to try mixing lava and ice together but somehow managed." She noticed more tears welling up in his baby blue eyes. "…You want to hug me, don't you?"

He nodded a small whimper from his lips.

"Alright, come here, you." Dominator held out her arms, letting out an 'oof' as he wrapped his own arms around her waist. Smiling, she pulled him closer hugging back.

-----

The next day, outside a restaurant, Sylvia and Peepers were waiting having received news from the nomad. Hater also had showed up, typing away on his phone.

"Couldn't make it?" asked the Zbornak.

"No, Emily's busy with her zoo project." Hater answered; Ripov still did bounty hunting but since helping with the search for Captain Tim, she took it easy on most animal creatures, even to give them a little sanctuary .

"Look, there they are now." Peepers pointed to two certain figures walking their way; Wander smiling up at Dominator, as she patted his head. "They're acting more mushy than usual."

"Don't some of us, Pipsqueak?" Sylvia smirked.

"Heya, fellas!" Wander waved to the group as they approached. "Glad you could make it."

"So what's the big news that you called us down here, buddy?" The Zbornak asked, smiling. Her and the others' answer was Wander simply holding out his hand, showing the ring. Dominator did the same with a ruby ring on her own finger, which the nomad had dug out from his hat. "Are those…?"

"Aw, lucky!" Hater pouted, being in 'boyfriend/girlfriend' zone still but he also seemed happy for the two.

"When you propose to her, Wander?" Peepers questioned.

"Actually, Dominator was the one who did the proposing and such else."

"Yeah, though I was half expecting something to screw up." Dominator let out a small sheepish laugh.

Sylvia crossed her arms, a smile on her face. "Seems you two are the first out of us to get officially hitched."

"Heh, seems that way, yes." Wander leaned into his soon-to-be-wife's side, "But we've still yet to pick a day for the wedding and such."

"Then what we waiting for? We should get to discussing plans for you two love birds!" Sylvia headed towards the doors of the restaurant till Peepers got in front, opening one of the doors.

"Allow me, sweetcheeks."

"Heh, thanks Pipsqueak." She ruffled his head playfully entering as the Watchdog followed after her. Hater quickly typed a reply on his phone before following after the other two.

"Can you believe it, Dee?" Wander smiled. "You and me getting together as an official couple…"

"Yeah," agreed Dominator.

"Sylvia and Peepers are getting a good hang on their relationship…"

"That might've been some of my doing."

"Plus, Hater and Emily are getting along just as fine as well."

"Yes, well…" Dominator blinked, "Who?"

"Oh you know Emily. She helped Hater find Captain Tim when he got lost once."

Dominator mentally smacked herself, "Oh is that what her name was? I've been calling her Rip-off this whole time."

"That's Ripov with a V, sweetie."

Peepers poked his head out, "Hey, you two gonna be gawking at each other all day, or you coming in?"

"Were coming, Mr. Peepers." Wander smiled, taking Dominator's hand in his, both of them sharing a smile with each other before heading inside to join the others.

#wander over yonder #lord dominator #wander #death star #peepers #sylvia #black eye #lord hater

[mumbleybummie-blog]

Sweet Punishment (M)

Im Jaebum | JB (Got7) x Reader 

Word Count: 5845

Genre: Smut [DaddyDom/Submissive Relationship]

“Are you serious?” Jaebum asked incredulously, eyes wide.

“Yes, I am,” You responded confidently, "and you are not going to do anything about it. Are you, Daddy?”

The car was heavy with tension as you sat a red light, the clock nearing midnight, and you felt as though your body was buzzing with electricity. Jaebum’s presence felt heavy and suffocating next to you. All you wanted to do was reach across the center console and make contact with any open skin you could get your fingers on. You needed to feel him, and if you didn't soon you were sure you would combust. But, with the way you acted at dinner you knew better than to touch him. You were “in trouble” as he put it. You scoffed at the thought.

“What is so funny over there?” Jaebum asked, turning his head for you for a second before returning his eyes to the road.

“Oh, nothing is funny over here,” You replied.

“Is that so? Well, it is your bottom on the line. I don’t want to hear you complaining later,” he mused, as if that was going to persuade you to open up to him.

“Well, then go right ahead. You know how much I loved being punished,” You pushed back.

Jaebum angled his head toward you, a smirk resting on his lips, and arrogantly said, “Fine, have it your way.”

You were bratty, and you knew it. You also knew Jaebum loved it. It was not in you to give in to demands easily. You had to challenge everything. Which, would eventually get you in trouble, usually with Jaebum. Dinner was one of those instances. Jaebum had taken you out to dinner with some close friends of his and their significant others, but they were just so boring. In your opinion, they had nothing interesting to say. The food on your plate could only entertain you for so long. So, you thought of the next best thing to entertain you: Jaebum. Jaebum was always fun to play with especially in public. You loved to tease him, he would get all riled up and huffy and it gave you endless amounts of joy. While you were sitting at the dimly lit table, at this fancy restaurant, listening to boring people drone on about insignificant stuff you rested your hand on Jaebum’s thigh, giving it a light squeeze. He looked over at you, a small, private smile meant only for you graced his face. You beamed back at him, and acted as if you were engrossed in the conversation going on around you. As the conversation swirled on around you; your moved your hand higher up his leg. Jaebum quickly shot you a puzzled look. But, you kept a neutral expression on your face as you hiked your hand higher. Jaebum stiffened under your touch; he unsuccessfully tried to push your hand away. Not letting his resistance stop you; you pressed on getting closer to his groin finger by finger. As you got closer to your destination, fingers encircled your wrist with a firm grip preventing you from continuing on in your adventures to satisfaction.

“Knock it off,” Jaebum growled under his breath, his lips ghosting by your ear. A shiver ran down your spine. The deep tenor in his voice spreading warmth to the pit of your stomach.

“Why Jaebumie? I am just having a little fun,” You responded innocently. However, Jaebum was not having any of your innocent act. He has seen it one too many times to fall for it all over again.

With his hand still wrapped around your wrist he stated, “Jaebumie, huh? You are really trying to push my buttons tonight aren’t you, Princess?”

Princess. A name that goes straight to your core. You let out a small gasp, loving to hear the name fall from the lips of Jaebum. However, the mission was far from over. You were still playing no matter what he threw at you. So, you leaned up and whispered lightly, “Oh Daddy, would you expect anything less from me?” As the name left your mouth Jaebum’s grip got tighter and his back straightened even more.

You don’t usually find yourself calling him Daddy while out in public, but it certainly gets the job done when you want to rile up your boyfriend.

Jaebum turned his face a fraction so he was able to look at you. Lust raged in his eyes and his mouth was set into a hard line. Below his breath he stated, in the most commanding voice he could muster while the company of others, “Knock it off Y/N, if you want to avoid some repercussions. It would be your in your best interest to keep your hands to yourself and enjoy the company around you because I swear I won’t be nice the next time I have to tell you no.” With that he released your hand and placed it back on your lap. Jaebum easily integrated himself in the conversation as if none of that happened.

By the time dessert came the conversation somehow became increasingly more boring. Your boyfriend’s threat bounced back and forth in your mind. You debated whether it was worth it or not to mess with him. You knew his punishments were no joke, but you also knew he wouldn’t give you anything he knew you couldn’t handle. Plus, the thought of him thinking that he had won was worse than any punishment you could think of. You don’t need his smug face rubbing it in all the way home. So, with that decision in mind, you placed your hand directly on his clothed member. He tensed under your touch and turned to meet your gaze. His eyes were harsh. Jaebum was sending you a clear warning, continue this game of yours or suffer the consequences. It was up to you. With your inability to back down from this challenge; you defiantly continued on. Jaebum said nothing, and once again returned to the conversation with your dinner mates having no idea what was happening beneath the table. However, you could tell by the way his jaw was set that your demonstrations were affecting him.

With the hand that was still placed on Jaebum’s groin you slowly began to run your fingers along the light outline of his member hidden away. Achingly slow. You wanted to make this worth your while, so you forced yourself to start off slow. You wanted to make Jaebum so desperate that he would just end up pushing you into a bathroom stall or fucking you in the back seat of his car. You wanted to make him feel like how he made you feel. You wanted him to feel the desperation he causes you. As you felt him harden under your gentle touches, you began to add more pressure, using the palm of your hand to cover more area. His breath hitched as your gentle wandering was done with more purpose. You gripped his cock through his dress pants and slowly began jerking him off, making sure to pay special attention to the tip. Jaebum’s breathing began to become more shallow as you continued playing with him in front of his friends. Though he carried on with the conversation as if your public foreplay was nothing. Of course, your inner brat could not handle that, so you took it to the next level. As discreetly as you could you unbuckled his belt and agonizingly slow you slid down his zipper. Once again a hand grabbed onto your wrist, halting your progress.

“Are you serious?” Jaebum asked incredulously, eyes wide.

“Yes, I am,” You responded confidently, "and you are not going to do anything about it. Are you, Daddy?”

Challenging Jaebum’s word rarely ever goes over well because, if anything, Jaebum is a man of his word and he holds to it all the way through.

“Oh Baby, just believe me when I say that you are in for a treat once we get home,” your boyfriend responded with finality, and he once again returned your wandering hands back to you. From your peripherals, you saw Jaebum quickly shift in his seat undoing the progress you had made. That pissed you off. He had so easily shut down your fun activities used for entertainment. You know that if he were to do the same thing he would expect you to sit there and take it like a “good girl”.

Gratefully, it was soon time to say goodbye to Jaebum’s dear friends, so with friendly goodbye’s Jaebum and you were crossing the parking lot to his car. Tension multiplying between the two of you. You could feel it bouncing back and forth between the both of you as you walked with a bit of distance between you. Once you reached the car Jaebum opened the door for you, which he always did, and closed it after you were securely in the car. Even after he was in the car and driving out of the parking lot the mood had not lessen; but, it seemed to intensify in the small car. You were solely in the presence of one another. There were no curious eyes there to peer in on the situation, and more importantly there was nobody there to save you from the hands of Im Jaebum.

That is what brought you to the situation that you are currently in. Sitting in silence wondering what is going through his mind, and wanting to know what punishment he had in mind.

It was not before long that Jaebum pulled into the parking garage for your apartment. Jaebum turned off the car, which threw you into deeper silence without the hum of the radio to give you some form of distraction from the undeniable lust that is running through veins. By the time that you processed what was happening, Jaebum had reached your side of the car and he was holding the door open, per usual.

“Come on Princess, we have a lot of fun to be had and not a minute to spare,” he said nonchalantly, as if the situation had no affect on him. But, you know his well enough to see underneath his facade. Your boyfriend was desperate to get you to your room, so he could do as he pleased with you.

Smirking, as you tantalizingly got out the car, you whispered, “I am ready for whatever you have to give me, but I don’t think it will be much.” Your lips grazing his ear as you spoke. His jaw twitched.

“I will just have to prove you wrong then,” with that said Jaebum grabbed you by your waist and led you to the elevator that would take you up to your floor.

In the elevator the tension returned once again. Both of you were itching to get your hands on one another. The doors opened and Jaebum, with his hand still firmly gripping your waist, walked you to your door.

“Keys,” he demanded. You fumbled to place your keys into his open hand. With the turn of the lock the door was pushed open. Jaebum led you into the open living space and threw your keys into the bowl on the kitchen counter. He then turned to you and stated one word, “Bedroom.”

Without hesitation you walked toward your bedroom with Jaebum following close behind. As you made your way to the middle of the room the door was shut behind you. The noise making you jump. The indisputable desire forcing you to be on edge. Jaebum forcing you to be on edge.

“Undress for me,” You heard your boyfriend demand from behind you. His voice forcing you to turn around and meet his gaze. You found Jaebum sitting in the chair that was jutted up against the corner of your room. Simply lounging, his blazer that he wore to dinner had been abandoned. Jaebum sat there in dress pants and a button up, his presence dominating the air around you. The sight of him sitting there, watching over you made your mouth water.

“What are you waiting for Princess? I getting impatient over here,” he warned while rolling up the sleeves to his shirt.

Before he could remind you again, you slowly began to undress yourself. Starting with the heels on your feet, unbuckling and kicking them to the side so they are out of the way. Next came your dress. You reached behind you back to grab at the zipper. Struggling to grab hold of it, you huffed and sighed as you fought with the once good idea dress. It was after a few more moments that you realized Jaebum was not going to help you out. So, after a bit of fighting with the dress you got hold of the zipper and began to release the confining dress from your skin. As the dress slid over your breasts and down to your torso you peeked up at Jaebum, who was not looking at your eyes. He was rather watching your dress reveal your once covered skin. Bit by bit, aggravatingly slow, your dress fell to the floor with a soft thud. Jaebum’s eyes followed it all the way down, and as it lay at your feet he looked up to meet your eyes. Hunger and fervor was ricocheted back to you. He was still, but his eyes held this sexual energy that was hard to ignore. You were standing there in bra and panties, hypnotized by your boyfriend’s gaze. Your breathing was thin, and you could feel the wetness form between your thighs.

“Princess,” Jaebum interrupted your thinking, “I said undress. All the way if I was not clear the first time.”

With Jaebum’s reminder, you quickly rid yourself of your bra; your breasts bouncing once freed from their confinement. You stuck your fingers in the side of your panties and pulled them down, letting them fall to the ground by themselves. Then you were standing completely naked in front of the perfection that was Jaebum. While maintaining eye contact, Jaebum slowly got up from his place in the corner and made his way over to you. He walked up to you and slowly began to run his hands along the contours of your collarbones. Gently allowing his fingertips to caress the  skin that lays there. His hands began to wander up your neck and below your ears before heading back down your body. You could feel his fingers dance their way in between your breasts raising goosebumps across your chest. Jaebum teasingly ran his fingers up and down this open space with a smirk on his face. Your breath began to come in irregular patterns, and you pushed your chest forward to encourage Jaebum to give you more than just a gentle touch. However, that did not get by Jaebum so easily. His hands stopped immediately. Jaebum’s eyes met yours as he gave you a disapproving glance and shook his head slightly.

“Come on Princess. You know better than that. You have to stay still until I tell you differently. Okay?”

With the nod of your head as the answer, Jaebum continued his gentle teasing as he moved toward your belly button. His index finger circled your belly button a couple of times before he kept moving south, to the place you desired his touch most, but he pulled away just before you got the touch you were craving. You let a soft groan as his hands continued upward, and a small, “Please,” left your lips.

“What was that baby?” he asked arrogantly, fully knowing the effect he has your body.

“Nothing, Daddy,” You mumbled.

“Are you sure about that?” Jaebum asked. To which you nodded your head yes. You didn’t want to end up having a worse punishment especially since you have yet to find out what was in store for you.

“Use your words baby,” he responded due to your lack of verbal confirmation.

“Yes, Daddy. I am sure it was nothing.”

“Good girl.”

Jaebum’s hands picked back up on their torturous adventure, but rather than continue the torture he decides to go straight for in between your legs. His finger tips gently ran up and down your folds. He deliberately kept his touch light as not to give you any pleasure you crave. Just enough to keep you on edge. Suddenly his fingers dipped between your folds, you let out a quiet moan. Jaebum chuckles to himself while he pulls his two fingers from your pussy. He brings his fingers up to your mouth and runs your wetness across your bottom lip.

“Open up baby. I want you to taste yourself,” he stated. You eagerly opened your mouth to allow for his fingers. Watching your mouth with extreme concentration, Jaebum placed those two fingers in your mouth. You began sucking your essence from his finger tips, moaning as you tasted yourself. A low moan escaped Jaebum’s mouth as you sucked gently on his fingers. You swirled your tongue around them, mimicking a blowjob, never looking away from Jaebum’s face. You wanted to make sure you could see every flicker of emotion that he was experiencing. You wanted to make sure you had the same effect on him as he did on you.

He slowly released his fingers from your mouth and walked back over to the corner where your chair sat. Jaebum picked up the chair and brought it over to where you stood. He calmly sat down and looked up at you. He motioned you forward so your were standing in front of him. You slowly took the couple steps that it was to reach him, and he extended his hand out to take hold of your waist.

Looking up at you, Jaebum started talking, “Now Princess, you did not behave very well a dinner and for that you are going to be punished. I am going to start with spanking you. I want you to count each one as they land, okay?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“And you understand why you are being punished, correct?”

“Yes, Daddy. It was because I was touching you inappropriately at dinner, and I still continued to even though you told me to stop.”

“Good girl.”

With that being said Jaebum moved your body so that you laying over his lap. He placed his left arm across your shoulder blades to prevent you from moving around too much.

Jaebum softly rubbed your bottom, stopping once in a while to grab at your cheeks, and then the first hit landed. “One,” You moaned out. That hit landed with a such force it jolted you forward; pressing your hardening nipples into Jaebum’s thighs while simultaneously making your pussy even wetter. Jaebum quickly soothed the affected spot by rubbing his hand over where he hit you.

Not waiting to long another spank follow the first but on the other cheek. “Two,” You breathlessly stated. The next two hits landed in rapid succession forcing you to quickly let out the number of spanks as you moaned into Jaebum’s lap.

“Daddy, please,” You pleaded hungrily. You wanted more. You needed more.

“Do you like that baby? You are such a slut asking for more spankings. I bet you are dripping wet right now,” Jaebum then ran his fingers against your leaking lips moving with such ease since you were so wet.

“Your pussy is so fucking wet,” he said before quickly sticking two fingers into your pussy. Jaebum slowly began fingering your wet hole as you laid over his lap. He teasingly fucked you with his fingers, using enough force to keep you on the edge but never enough to bring you climax.

As quickly as his fingers were there, they were gone, and Jaebum delivered another hit.

“Five,” You moaned.

Each time his hand landed, it began to get harder to remember to count along and to remember what number you were currently on. As the count reached closer to double digits you began squirming in Jaebum’s lap. You wiggled your butt upwards trying to get closer to his hands because you just wanted him to touch you. You needed to feel more physical contact from him. Jaebum knew had to get you desperate, willing to do anything for him to touch you. With your pussy neglected, and you aching for some form of pleasure you began to press yourself further into Jaebum’s thigh. Hoping that some of the pressure you got gave you some relief. However, that was short lived as Jaebum noticed what you were doing. His hand come down hard on your right cheek. Tears sprung to your eyes out of frustration and pain, “Ten.”

“Now Princess, you know that this is your punishment. Sit still or this is only going to get worse for you,” Jaebum warned in a calm voice. Even in situations like this Jaebum never raised his voice at you. He continued to talk in a calm tone that he only used with you, which was deeper and slower than his normal talking voice. It had the power to make you soaking instantly.

The next four spanks were delivered in quick succession. One right after the other.

Jaebum’s fingers found their way back your dripping lips. Running his fingers along the folds one again just to tease you. Not giving you anything that you wanted. As he played with you, he stated, “This is the last one you are going to receive, but your punishment is not done quite yet.”

With that said Jaebum landed the finally hit to your burning cheeks, certainly red at this point.

“Fifteen,” You whispered, barely audible.

“Good girl,” he said, while running his hands on your butt, soothing the flaming skin there. Jaebum graciously gave you a few second of rest after that ordeal, but it was not before long that he was standing you up from over his lap. Swaying a bit when placed on your feet, he picked you up and carried you over to your bed. Jaebum threw you onto the center of your cozy bed. You laid there, on your back, watching as Jaebum stood at the foot of the bed slowly removing his clothes. He watched your face as he took off his shirt. Your eyes traced his hands as the undid a button at a time slowly revealing the hardened planes of his chest. Jaebum is a mixture of hard and soft, and you loved every single inch of him. You couldn't get enough of him.  After what seemed like forever his shirt fell quietly to the floor, and then he started on his pants. Removing the belt first, and then unbuttoning his pants, so he was standing there in his underwear. His erection evident in the tight undergarment. As he was standing there, almost naked, your gaze met his and a smirk appeared on his face. You could tell that he was seeing the lust and desire in your eyes, but also how wrecked you already were. And it was all because of him. You were completely his in this moment. Breaking the eye contact, Jaebum walked over to your closet and reached for the box on the top shelf. You heart beat picked up just watching bring the box down to eye level. You knew that you were in for a treat if he was going to get out the goodies that are in that box. He sauntered over to the bed and placed the box next to where you were still laying across the bed.

While he opened the box, Jaebum asked, “Now what should I use on you today?”

A deep chuckle rang out in the open room as he pondered what device he was going to use to torture you.

“Butt plug? No, I don’t think that will do. How about being blindfolded?” he asked as he pulled out each object. Not really asking you, but showing you all the tools he had at his disposal, not like you did not know what was in the box.

As you were watching Jaebum pull out the rejected items his eyes lit up as he stumbled upon a toy at the bottom of the box. Jaebum pulled out a vibrator from the box along with a ball gag and presented them both to you.

“For the second part of your punishment: edging. You are not going to be allowed to come until I say so,” he stated making sure to keep eye contact with you, “Okay, Princess?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good, then lets’ start.”

With your confirmation, Jaebum quickly placed the box on the floor and crawled up to you.

“Sit up,” he commanded in the same gentle voice. With you sitting, Jaebum tenderly placed the ball gag in your mouth and secured in behind your head. He pressed your body back to the bed, his hands trailing down your naked body as he moved toward your thighs.

“You know what to do if you need me to stop right?” Jaebum asked, his breath blowing against your heated folds. You nodded your head yes to his question.

“What is it then?” he asked just to make sure that you remembered.

You reached down to pinch the spot right between his neck and shoulder, squeezing and releasing three times.

“Good girl.”

Then Jaebum switched on the vibrator to its lowest setting. He gingerly ran his thumb up and down your soaking slit, catching your clit every so often. Easing you open, while also spreading your legs further apart. It was not too long after that the vibrator replaced his thumb. Jaebum placed the buzzing toy directly on your clit, not waiting around to tease you. You moaned around the ball gag that was in your mouth, spit beginning to form and dribble out of your mouth. Jaebum began to run the vibrator up and down your pussy, tormenting you. You pushed your hips down trying to force the vibrator to where you needed it most. Of course, that did not go unnoticed by Jaebum. The hand that was once perched around your thigh was now at your hip, forcing you to stay in place while he played with you.

“Knock it off, you are going to take what I give you and not an ounce more.”

You moaned in response to his command.

It was moments later that his fingers joined the vibrator. Jaebum returned the vibrator to your clit, after turning up a couple of setting. A whimper tried to escape from behind the gag, as he began to finger your quivering pussy. A first it was just a finger, and then there were two, pumping in and out of you. Jaebum curved his fingers upward ever few strokes in order to hit that spot inside of you, coaxing moans from you. Jaebum soon began to pick up the pace as he fingered you, making sure to hit your g-spot very time, along with turning up the setting on the vibrator. Your body racked with pleasure as you were assaulted by Jaebum and the toy. There was no end to your moaning as Jaebum brought you closer to your peak. Jaebum looked up at your face as it screwed up in pleasure, so close to getting the release you have been craving for. Your legs began to shake, and your toes began to curl.

“I am going to come,” You tried to say around the ball in your mouth.

Your words came out as nothing but jumbled syllables, but Jaebum knew exactly what you were saying. Once Jaebum heard that, he quickly pulled his fingers from your core and removed the vibrator from your clit. Your hips tried to follow the pleasure, but Jaebum landed a quick slap to your thigh, reminding you of your punishment. You groaned in frustration. You were so close to cumming, and you wanted it so bad. Jaebum tittered at your desperation. His eyes gleamed with control, taunting you.

After your breathing had slowed down a bit Jaebum returned his fingers and vibrator back to your pussy. Forcing the vibrator to a higher setting while he continued pumping his fingers in you. He quickly brought you back to the edge before he tore the pleasure away from you. Jaebum repeated this process four more times. Jaebum continued to tempt you to the brink of an orgasm before ripping the pleasure from you. It was not before long, that your chin was covered in your spit from the ball gag and your cheeks were stained with tears. You were frustrated and you wanted to be able to orgasm.

“Oh, you must be so upset with me. Huh, Princess?” Jaebum teased you.

“Fuck you,” You attempted to say.

Jaebum snickered from his position between your legs, “Sorry Princess, I did not get that. Did you say something?”

“Fuck you,” You said again, trying to make sure he understood what your were saying.

“Are you talking to me? Because I still don’t hear a thing,” he egged on, “that gag is doing its job wonderfully.”

Jaebum crawled his way up your body till he was face to face with you. From this vantage point he could see how wrecked you looked. He loved to see you like this especially if it was because of him. Your eyes were glazed over in a haze, your cheeks were flushed and wet with tears, and your mouth was strained around the intrusive gag. Jaebum ran his thumb along your bottom lip, and then moved his hand up to push the ball into your mouth a bit farther as he gave his next set of instructions.

“Are you doing all right?” he asked, wanting to make sure that you were with him before continuing. You groggily, but determined, nodded your head. “Okay, then we are going to continue. I am going to remove the gag from your mouth, and then I am going to fuck you until you come. But, remember you cannot come until I say so. You got that?”

You nodded once again.

Once Jaebum got your approval, he got up from on top of you and gently sat you up. He carefully undid the buckle that kept the gag in place. You groaned as the ball left your mouth leaving a dull ache in its place. Jaebum placed the gag on the bedside table before digging into the drawers to pull out a condom. You watched intently as he pulled off his boxers, finally releasing his erection from the confines of the fabric. The sight made your mouth water. His length was hard and leaking from the lack of attention. You followed his hands as he slid the condom on, hissing as his fingers made contact with the forgotten member. You wanted to reach out and bring him into your mouth, and have him fuck your face till he came, but that was not going to be on the agenda for tonight. Jaebum leisurely crawled his way back to your body. He spread your legs apart in order to lay in between them. As he situated himself, you felt his erection brush against your heated core. A moaned slipped out as you rocked your hips up against him.

A smug look took over his face, his lips pulled up to one side and his eyes closed slightly, “Are you desperate, Princess?”

The only response you could come up with was grinding against his tone body while little whimpers came from your mouth.

Jaebum lifted his hand from the bed and ran his fingers through your sex-tangled hair, “Use your words.”

“Yes, Daddy. I am so desperate,” You responded, wanting to feel embarrassed by your words, but you were past that point.

“What are you desperate for?” he asked mockingly.

“You. I want you.”

“What do you want from me?”

Jaebum’s hands began to wander from your hair to your neck, and his lips were quick to follow. He began kissing and sucking at the skin behind your ear. You leaned your head away, bearing your neck to give complete access to Jaebum. You wanted him to mark up. You needed people to see that you belong to him.

“Please fuck me Daddy. I want to feel you inside of me. I need you to fuck me,” You finally said.

Jaebum chuckled into your neck, pressing a kiss against one of the many marks he left there. He leaned up from his position, grabbed his erection and gradually pushed himself into you. His gaze never leaving your face. Your faced twisted up in pleasure. Your eyes closed shut and your mouth parted, as the pleasure you had been waiting for had been somewhat quenched. Jaebum pulled out, leaving the tip in before he drove back into you.

“Open your eyes,” Jaebum commanded tenderly mid thrust.

When you opened your eyes, your sight fell to Jaebum’s eyes. He was staring directly at you. Gone was that hungry look and it was replaced with this tender, love consuming look. Jaebum looked at you with so much passion your breath got caught in your throat. Your boyfriend is stunning and has the power to take your breath away with just one look. You looked back at him with equal amounts of love and adoration, hoping that it was conveyed in your gaze.

“I love you,” You stated, your voice small.

A wide smile took over Jaebum’s face, “I love you.”

With love as the driving force between the two of you, Jaebum sped up his thrusts. You met him at every movement. Jaebum leaned down and placed his lips on yours. Your lips met in a heated passion, clumsy and heavy against one another. The thrusting making it almost impossible to properly kiss on another. You moaned into Jaebum’s mouth as he brought you continued pleasure.

You were so close. Jaebum could tell due to the change in your breathing. It was then that he finally said the words you had been waiting all night to hear.

“Come for me, Princess.”

With the permission granted you let everything go. Your back arched from the mattress below you, and you released all over Jaebum, as he continued to chase his own orgasm. A scream ripped from your throat as tears poured from your eyes. Everything was overwhelming and too much, but still not enough. You clawed at Jaebum’s back, leaving angry red marks, as your orgasm lingered.

It was not too long after that Jaebum found his own release, letting a low groan slip from his lips.  He delicately pulled out of you being careful not to cause you too much discomfort. Jaebum quickly tied off the condom before tossing it in the direction of the waste bin. He flopped back down on the bed and pulled you with him so that you were on top of him. You hand was placed over his heart and you head rested against his chest. It was not before long that you ended up falling asleep to the relaxing comfort of Jaebum’s breathing. But, not before hearing Jaebum whisper, “I love you, Princess.” While pressing a delicate kiss to your head.

A/N: Wow! It is actually finished. I am so surprised. I apologize for any errors this piece of writing has, but I hope you love it anyway. Thank you for taking time out of your day to read it. I hope you enjoyed it! 

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