#mikey’s ok with any position as long as you’re the one fucking him

[fuyussi]

Making Mikey ride you as a punishment because he’s a lazy bitch. He’ll be crying while bouncing on your cock/strap begging you to lay him down and fuck him. He won’t be getting that until he’s a good boy💕

he honestly can’t even fuck himself right when riding you, he tries but it just doesn’t feel as good plus he gets tired and starts whining. even worse if you’re not even paying attention to him, it’s the worse punishment for him.

when he finally breaks and apologises, he’d be crying and clinging onto you, promising to be good. deciding that mikey’s been punished enough, you hold his hips in place before thrusting upwards, fucking into him roughly until he cums all over, overwhelmed from the feeling of having his hole pounded <33

#mikey’s ok with any position as long as you’re the one fucking him #on top or bottoming #or even bent over the couch backrest #he’ll take your cock in any position as long as you fuck him like you always do #no matter how many times it always as good as the first time #he’s so obsessed with the way you fill up his ass so full #tokyo revengers #sub tokyo revengers #sub tokyorev #sano manjiro #mikey sano #fuyussi.writes #anon asks #tokyo revengers smut

[festive]

Thinking about the bonten men as househusbands and how Kakucho, Ran, and Mochi would probably be the best out of everyone.

Kakucho: The best, without a doubt. Lays your clothes out the night before so you’re not struggling to find something to wear in the morning before you leave for work. Does the chores without any complaints, if you try to help he’ll tell you no and to go relax somewhere. Can cook, leaves really cute littles note for you in your lunch box. Gets everything on the grocery list and picks you up a few of your favorite snacks, also greets you with a kiss when you get home and sends you off when you’re about to leave with one too!!

Ran: Definitely knows how to cook and clean, however complains and tries to puppy dog eyes his way out of it before you snap at him. Is really good with kids?? It’s shocking, you assume because he’s the older sibling he had experience taking care of Rindou. Will wake up before you have to leave just to make you breakfast and spend some time with you before you leave. Drops you off at work and is SOOOO EMBARRASSING, HONKS AT YOU AS SOON AS YOU GET OUT THE CAR AND YELLS OUT HOW MUCH HE LOVES YOU, yes. Your coworkers are jealous of you.

Mochizuki: The best cook out of all of them, omg packs your favorite foods for lunch and even makes them in cute designs? Like heart shaped sandwiches and shit. Is a handyman! Really good at fixing things, does not mind doing the chores at all. Your kids LOVE him, the man is a big teddy bear. Knows the ways of couponing, gets everything on the grocery list, AND saves you money. 10/10

I’m 50/50 with Takeomi and Koko..

Takeomi: Maybe he can cook, but basic dishes, don’t expect too much from him. Smokes inside the house and leaves cigarette butts all over the place. Is an awful babysitter. Does the chores though, can clean to an extent, will get everything on your grocery list. You know what despite all this, at least he’s good in bed.

Koko: Doesn’t cook, doesn’t clean. Hires a maid. Surprisingly pretty good with the kids, does go grocery shopping but spends too much money. Will greet you at the door with kisses though, other than that he’s mainly there just to be your little trophy husband. Well, at least you don’t have to cook or clean.

Worst three would be Mikey, Rindou, Sanzu.

Mikey: would probably burn down the house on accident will trying to cook you a meal. (It’s the thought that counts right??) Caring for your child? Idk man, I wouldn’t trust him, I see him as someone that will cry with the child. Sucks at grocery shopping, will probably spend all the money on sweets and doesn’t get anything that was on the list.

Sanzu: The only positive things I see about him are that he’s pretty and can cook. Caring for your child? Yea ok, he’s definitely the type to scare them, tells them all different types of stories about monsters, congrats now your child thinks there’s a monster under their bed. Does the grocery shopping, however forgets half the stuff on the list. Other chores though? He puts them off for so long, you decide to do them.

Rindou: can’t cook, won’t even attempt to. Orders takeout, chores? He does them, but only after complaining about them for like 20 minutes. Your kids like him because he lets them do whatever they want, let’s them stay up late and gives them too much sugar. Probably even teaches them how to dislocate peoples shoulders. He might suck at the basic things but at least he’s cute right?

In conclusion, Kakucho I love you, Mikey? Stay the fuck out my kitchen.

#rindou Haitani #ran haitani #kanji mochizuki #mikey sano #sanzu haruchiyo #kakucho hitto #akashi takeomi #hajime kokonoi #bonten

[imagineredwood]

2. Whiskey and moonlight 🌙 🥃

Pairing: Nestor Oceteva x reader 

Warnings: Sexual content, vaginal sex, talk of rough sex

Word count: 1.2K

***I also paired this drabble prompt with a request for “ Nestor smut, hot, hot smut. writers choice just no daddy “ ***

Your eyes fluttered open, your gaze on the fan spinning above you. Reaching to Nestor’s side of the bed, you found it empty and frowned. Casting a glance at the alarm clock you saw it was nearing three in the morning. He absolutely should have been home by now. He had called earlier in the night to say that he was going to be a little late, but this was different. You felt worry start to bubble in the pit of your stomach and climbed out of bed, the satin of your nightgown shimmering in the soft moonlight that slipped through the curtains. The house was quiet, no lights on and you started to make your way to the living room to see if he was maybe somewhere else in the house.

Your anxiety settled some as you saw him sitting on the couch. It was only a moment of relief though as you took in his surroundings. Lights off, TV off, alone in the dark with a bottle of whiskey in his right hand. You were used to finding him having a drink every now and then, but holding the entire bottle? Something had happened.

“Baby?”

He turned his head to face you as he heard your voice, a quiet curse under his breath.

“Hey. Sorry I haven’t come to bed.”

You accepted his apology as you made your way around the couch, your hand gliding over his shoulder as your eyes looked him over.

“It’s ok. Are you alright?”

Nestor nodded before taking a long swig from the bottle.

“I’m fine.”

He was being short and it was obvious. With a sigh, you took the bottle from his hand and placed it down onto the coffee table beside him before climbing onto the sofa next to him, your arms wrapping around his neck.

“You’re not. Talk to me.”

There were a few moments of silence before a deep grumble left Nestor’s chest.

“Mikey took me off from head of security. Put in Marcus instead.”

You looked at him blankly for a minute, eyes blinking as you tried to digest what you had just heard.

“What do you mean he took you off head of security? That’s…that’s what you’ve always done.”

Nestor didn’t’ verbally respond, but his eyes did. There were waves of emotion there, blistering anger and anguish battling for first place. You sighed and hugged him tightly. You were not going to ask why, though you were almost positive it had something to do with Emily getting hurt at the church that night. You consciously kept your mouth shut about your own personal feelings toward that and instead made sure to focus your attention on Nestor.

“Well. Fuck ‘em. You’ve had his back longer than anyone. You’ve been there since day one. You deserve better. Maybe this is a blessing.”

Nestor nodded but you could see that he was still boiling. Pulling away from him, you removed yourself from his lap, your body upright as you stood before him. With nimble fingers, you reached down for the hem of your nightgown and lifted the satin up and off your body. Nestor’s eyes were trained on you as you stripped down, your panties now gone as well, stepping out of them, and pushing them away with your foot.

He looked over your bare body, the moonlight on your curves making you look like a goddess in a painting. Your skin was bathed in soft light with every contour and shadow magnified. He finally managed to bring his eyes off your naked body and instead lock them with yours. The expression you wore was warm and inviting.

“Take it out on me. Whatever you want, we’ll do it. You can have me any way you want to. Let me help you.”

Nestor stayed looking at you for a moment before slowly standing from the sofa, his eyes never leaving yours.

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

The complete absence of hesitation in your answer sealed the deal for him and he nodded before reaching over and grabbing one of the pillows from the couch. Tossing it down onto the floor in front of him, he commanded.

“Knees.”

You got down quickly, unable to hide your small smile at the fact that even in a time where he was angry and betrayed, your comfort and wellbeing came first. With your knees cushioned on the pillow, you watched as he unbuckled his pants and pulled himself out, stroking himself right in front of your face. His shoulders were tight and tense, frustration visible on his body and you leaned forward to press gentle kisses to the very tip of him.

Nestor groaned low, continuing to stroke himself while you kissed any part of exposed skin you could get your mouth on. You kissed and licked, your warm breath heightening his senses, and then suddenly he was grabbing the top of your arm, pulling you to stand back up despite the confusion on his face.

“I haven’t even blown you yet.”

He chuckled softly and while it was not your goal, you were happy that you had at least gotten him to smile.

“Don’t worry about it. Just lay down.”

He motioned to the sofa and you did as he asked, laying down flat on your back, looking up at him as he undressed himself hurriedly. His usual neatness and organization were out of the window as he simply flung his clothes onto the ground, piece by piece until he was just as naked as you. He climbed on top of you then, his body hovering as he held himself up above you. He already looked slightly more relaxed, but it wasn’t enough for you. You reached up and traced your fingers along his jaw softly.

“Fuck me hard.”

Telling him twice was not necessary. Reaching down, he shoved your thighs apart wider and grabbed himself, lining his cock up with your entrance.

“You always have such a dirty mouth.”

All he got in return was a smirk that quickly vanished as he plunged himself inside of you. He stayed still for a handful of seconds, letting you adjust to the stretch before he resumed, his pace hard just like you asked. Your body jolted up from the force, your hands gripping at his shoulders as you took everything he gave you.  Bringing your legs up, you wrapped them around his waist, your knees tucked against his sides as you clung to him.

“God, you feel so good Nes.”

He grunted in return and let one of his hands drop down to your leg, hooking behind your knee and hiking it up higher. He sunk into you even deeper, leaving you seeing stars as he pounded you into the sofa. Your panting and moaning were all that could be heard, save for the sound of his hips hitting the backs of your thighs. Out of all the sexual encounters the two of you have had, a random one in the middle of the night on the couch next to a bottle of whiskey was a new one. You could see Nestor’s grip starting to falter, his arms weakening slightly, and you placed your hands on his shoulders to halt him.

“Let me ride you. I know you must be tired.”

He hesitated for a moment before he nodded, sitting up some to let you up as well. You switched then, him sitting on the couch as you climbed into his lap and sunk down on him, both of you moaning at the new angle and feeling. Tomorrow you would both talk in the morning and have a true conversation, but right now you were simply going to ride him until working was the absolute last thing on his mind.

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[teenage-mutant-ninja-freak]

I dont know if youve done it, but donatello smut? Like how youve done with raph and mikey?

I haven’t done it yet but now is as good a time as any! (also I have a Leo smut one here too)

___________

I’m the most biased because Donnie is my fave but

easily the best of the boys to be with

vers but prefers to be submissive (I know that’s gonna piss a lot of y’all off)

knows a lot about a lot so finds in very easy to pleasure you in many different ways

a very needy lover

has to be deep inside you, has to be touching you everywhere

has turned oral into a science

you never thought you could squirt until Donnie went down on you

he loves being tied up

it’s almost a competition to see how quickly he can get out of his binds to touch you again

hips and boob man 100%

loves it when you ride him and he can grab your hips

tease. him!

lower yourself completely down on his cock and then just makeout with him while your cockwarming him

 maybe do some kegels while he’s inside

when you go to blow him just kiss and nibble his thighs and let your breath gently blow over his length so he knows you’re there but can’t have you quite yet

sensation play all the way

blindfold him and caress his skin with a feather

use ice omg this is his fave

((I swear I’ll get to him being dominant soon)

candle wax!

tie him down to the bed while he can’t see and let your hair tickle his chest

he wants to please you so get that boy on his knees and shove his face between your thighs

he will love it when you take control like that

call him “good boy” is you wanna see a turtle blush so hard

looks good in a collar

but when Donnie is dominant it’s a different stroy

omg the toys this man brings out

things you’ve never seen before and couldn’t quite describe

but my god do they feel amazing

he will pin you to every wall in the lair and show his hand between your legs to finger you then and there

while whispering in your ear all the stuff he’s been thinking about doing to you that day

not excellent at dirty talk as he can be a pretty nervous turt

his fave position is picking you up and putting you on a table/desk to fuck you like that

usually calls you “pet” when he’s fucking you

all about your neck

loves leaving a trail of love bites from your jawline to your collar bones

that’s his signature move

not as loud a moaner as his brothers but you can definitely hear him loud and clear

body worship for days

loves to explore your entire body

usually with his tongue

I just have this feeling he would be kind of into food in the bedroom

like squirty cream and chocolate sauce 

He speaks like 500 different languages so he’s always deep in your ear speaking Greek or Latin 

swears up a storm when he cums

Puts you in a collar and on a lead

uses said lead to hold your head down while he fucks your throat

very good with boundaries

will not try and convince or persuade you

if you say no, he takes it at face value

your safe word is “sting”

because in lord of the rings Sting lights up blue when danger is around. You’re both giant nerds, ok??

sleepy morning sex is Donnie’s fave tho

it’s quite vanilla when your like that, maybe a bit of breath play but usually just straight forward sex

he just loves how relaxed and free you are with your body when you’re sleep drunk

fairly fast recuperation period so round 2 is in a couple of minutes

don’t underestimate his libido, he may be some cute little nerd but he needs his loving just like his brothers

not big on role play but will do it if you’re into it

lots of cuddles afterwards but not always for too long

Donnie is a workaholic after all

drunk sex with Donnie is always the best because he’s so talkative and sweet, won;t stop complimenting you

drunk Donnie can’t believe sober Donnie’s luck that he’s with a girl like you

spooning 

Donnie likes to be the little spoon when you guys fall asleep afterwards

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt donnie #tmnt donatello #donatello x reader #donnie x reader #tmnt x reader #dirty donnie

[chilling-seavey]

Anything But Mine (d.s.) - Chapter Thirty-Two

A/N do you have your popcorn ready? 😉

Saturday, August 29th, 2020

Florence was worried about what the new school year would bring. Having Callum back permanently was an absolute blessing, but she was only hoping that school wouldn’t put another strain on their relationship. With school starting in a few days, frats around the university were throwing huge parties to celebrate and their own little group gladly decided to get together to have a little party of their own. They weren’t like their crazed neighbours who had alcohol constantly pumping through their veins but they liked to have fun for a night sometimes.

Clementine and Penelope were supposed to be taken care of by the Clifford’s but their late work schedules kept the children with their mother for a bit later than planned. No one really minded, though, it only meant Florence couldn’t drink until later. Michael and Luke said they would drive over to pick them up on their way home.

Zach paired his phone with the Bluetooth speaker and playing some arguably trash music, but everyone had agreed that he could be in charge of music so they were stuck. Even still, they managed to tune it out, focussing on their drinks and good company.

Of course, Cayleigh was over as well, finding her usual place on Daniel’s lap with a beer in her hand, her low-cut shirt not leaving much to the imagination. Florence had to elbow Zach multiple times to get his eyes off her chest. Corbyn kept a steady round of drinks going, exchanging someone’s empty for a full can every time he saw one. It was amusing to Florence to watch her friends slowly fall under the influence of the alcohol, the four-week-old fast asleep in her arms despite the music and chatter that was filling the room. Clementine was sat with Jack, which wasn’t unusual, and was the smartest choice anyway since he was the best at handling his alcohol. Every time he got a new drink, he got her to ‘cheers’ with him using her sippy cup of apple juice, making her giggle.

As usual, the conversation got turned to Cayleigh and Daniel’s relationship, Aidan saying a casual, “Well, Cayleigh, you’re here so much you basically live here. I’m guessing things are going well between you two then?”

“How can you tell?” Cayleigh squealed, squishing her face against Daniel’s. He laughed lightly, pressing a kiss to her cheek. Florence watched them with an expressionless stare, and he caught her eye, his smile faltering before he turned away again. Florence looked down at the baby in her arms, rocking her gently, holding the pacifier to her mouth.

Cayleigh, now being brought into a conversation about herself, continued, “I mean we’re so great and there’s still no action but he’s not a virgin. He told me.” She tisked lightheartedly and bluntly, the alcohol clearly hazing her filter.

“You’re not?” Florence couldn’t stop herself before she asked, furrowing her eyebrows at her once so trusting and now seemingly distant best friend. Daniel looked back at her blankly, refusing to give any hint to her through his facial expression that the proof of that fact was sleeping in her arms at that very moment.

“Apparently not!” Cayleigh shrugged, pausing to take a sip of her drink, “I wanna know who the lucky bitch is but I guess I’ll never know. Dani is a bundle of secrets.” The clueless girlfriend slid her arm around his middle, curling into his side as if they could get any closer.

The room fell into awkward silence except for Zach’s techno music playing in the background. Callum stared at his sister who was back to looking at the baby in her arms, eyebrows furrowed with confusion and the slight hurt that always came to the surface when it came to the distance between her and Daniel.

“Well that girl from the bar and I are still going strong.” Jonah said after a moment. “Thanks for asking, guys.”

“Wait, really? You never talk about her.” Corbyn questioned.

“I guess I’m a bundle of secrets too.” Jonah chuckled.

“I’m still pathetically single!” Zach threw his hands up.

“Join the club.” Jack rolled his eyes.

No one noticed the look that Callum and Aidan shared just as the doorbell rang. Clementine’s eyes went big as Jack pushed her to her feet and got up to get it.

“Is that Mikey, Clem?” Florence giggled as the toddler went running after her best friend. When Michael was in sight, Clementine ran right into his arms, gladly being scooped up. The young mother joined them as well as Aidan, greeting the two men happily. Luke took sleeping Penelope, listing to Florence’s gentle instructions even though he knew exactly how to take care of a baby, slinging the diaper bag over his other arm. With a quick goodbye to her daughters, Florence was handed a cooler and helped Jack and Aidan grab some snacks. The rest of the group in the living room was busy chatting away, the three in the kitchen were on their own.

“How’s my brother treating you, Ai?” Florence asked with a smirk, jumping up to sit on the island.

“Fine.” Aidan blushed, avoiding looking in her direction.

“Do you feel the same rush from high school?”

Jack chuckled, glancing between the two of them as Aidan gave her a little shove over teasingly invasive questions.

He answered regardless, “Well it’s easier without someone beating us up every day.”

Florence’s smile faltered and she took a sip of her drink.

“I mean…I just…Matt left us alone after graduation so it was fine by then…when everything changed with you and Clementine…fuck, I’m sorry.” Aidan ran a hand through his hair.

“It’s okay. I get it. I really do.” Florence shook her head through a humourless laugh. “That asshole is gone anyway.”

Jack laughed at that statement, pushing the newly filled bowl of chips in her direction. She thanked him and took one.

“Anymore news from the doctor?” Jack asked casually. Aidan sent him a discreet glare.

“Nothing after the original meeting.” Florence sighed. “Honestly I think they just messed up. If I don’t hear anything soon I’m just going to call a stalemate. I mean she looks a lot like Emilio. The dark hair, light eyes, her little nose. At this point, I just want some form of a steady boyfriend and between him and Grayson he’s the most likely to not hate my guts.”

“Wait, you’re just going to lie and tell Emilio that Penelope is actually his?” Aidan gaped.

“No! God, no. I’d just be honest and tell him I can’t just be friends.” Florence mumbled, staring at the drink in her hands. “He’s always on my mind all the time and he’s so gorgeous and so sweet and I miss the way things were before the baby.”

“I feel like we’re on an episode of the Bachelorette.” Jack said.

“Welcome to how I feel 24/7.” Florence scoffed.

“I’m glad I’m gay.” Aidan mumbled, making the other two friends laugh.

The Bluetooth speaker beeped mid song to indicate that the batteries were low. Florence hoped off the counter and picked it up. “Do you guys have another speaker? We don’t want it to cut out while we’re listening to Zach’s amazing music choices.”

“Yeah, Daniel has some in his room. Top drawer I think.” Jack said.

“Ok, I’ll be back.” Florence headed for the stairs, cooler in hand.

It had been a while since she had been in Daniel’s room, but it was no different than she remembered it. The same dark blue sheets pulled tight over the neatly made bed, the row of his two guitars and cello lining the opposite wall and his music producing equipment leaving little room on the desk. His well used notebook sat on top of his closed laptop and she couldn’t help but glance at the door before flipping it open. The pages were crinkled and worn, the notebook being well used throughout the last year or two and every line was filled with scribbles and notes. It was Daniel’s most personal and prized position and he kept everything he wrote in complete secrecy so Florence felt a touch of guilt by flipping through it, but she couldn’t help it. Each page was filled with love songs or angsty ballads, some written in perfectly straight lines across the pages and some with many scratched out lyrics and notes in the margins.

Not wanting to take too long away from the group, she closed the notebook without getting whatever answers she so desired and made her way to the dresser. She pulled open the top drawer to find a mess of headphones, microphones, drumsticks, guitar picks, and a few speakers.

Sighing, she shuffled through it to find a Bluetooth speaker, placing a few items on the top of the dresser to clear her view. Her finger hooked on something soft, a vast difference from the constant wood and metal that occupied the drawer, and she pulled the item out from the back of the drawer slowly. The black lace panties made Florence drop them back into the drawer quickly, taking a step backwards. When she got over the initial shock, she slowly picked them back up by her thumb and forefinger, holding them a good distance away from her face as she analyzed them. She would recognise her favourite pair of underwear anywhere; the pair that had gone missing after Corbyn’s birthday celebration. When she got home the next morning, they weren’t on her. Why the hell were her used underwear in Daniel’s bedroom drawer?

Florence could feel her heart racing in her chest as she descended the stairs, the underwear hidden in her fist, and her drink forgotten on the dresser. The whole world felt like it was spinning as she walked ever so slowly into the living room. Her friends greeted her casually and she barely comprehended Jack asking where the speaker was. Florence stopped in front of the couch where Daniel sat with Cayleigh still draped over his lap. The two looked up at her, the room falling into silence except for the music still playing in the background. Daniel’s glance fell to her hand, the black lace peeking out from her white-knuckled grip. The colour drained from his face and he slowly looked back up to her expressionless stare as she spoke darkly, 

“We need to talk.”

#oooooo #daniel seavey #wdw #why dont we #college!wdw #daniel seavey fanfic #daniel seavey imagines #wdw fanfic #wdw imagines #why dont we fanfic #why dont we imagines #limelight #jonah marais #corbyn besson #zach herron #jack avery #writing #anything but mine #daniel seavey fic

[aurora-the-kunoichi]

A Year Without - Part Six

Warnings: Some smut 

The red brute lay unmoving on the grey linoleum floor in an unnatural position a few inches from you. You couldn’t believe this was happening. The horror of the moment replays in your head over and over, Raphael’s large green eyes gawking at his brother as he succumbs to the darkness. You try to rip yourself from Leo’s iron grip but failed miserably only managing to amuse him.

“That was rather easy.” He growled seductively into your ear twisting both your arms behind you painfully to clasp metal cuffs around your wrists. “I think this tactic will be useful in the apprehension of the last two.”

You could tell he was addressing the kunoichi who was still glowering at you while a medic reached her side assisting her with the oozing injury. Her bloody hand was peeled away and a new rush of crimson poured from her side. “Very well, she can keep her life for now.” Stepping into your space her bloody hand took your chin and leaned in close. “I’ll repay you for that you little cunt, with blood and in flesh.”

With an improper snarl you dug deep and spit right in her face, “Fuck you, you sadistic bitch!”

Turning just slightly Karai grimaced as your saliva connected with her porcelain skin with an indignant smack.  The room fell silent as she wiped the thick wet deposit from her cheek and the laughter that followed did not bode well with you living past the night. The green swirling abyss that was Karai’s tormented gaze found yours and as if nothing had just transpired she gave you the most sickeningly sweet smile she could produce.

Then before you had even registered she had moved Karai swung the same hand that had collected your spit and collided with your cheek in brutal precision. The resounding crack from her blow echoed within the spacious room and produced stars in your line of vision.

It took a minute for you vision to return completely but as it came back into focus an over sized gurney rolled in accompanied by eight large burly men, their sights set on the comatose brute lying at your feet. You tried again, twisting and turning but Leo held fast, they were going to take Raphael and do what they did to Leo.

“One down, two more to go.” Karai cooed to Leonardo brushing her fingers delicately over the scaled skin of his cheek. “Take her with you as an insurance policy. They will come willingly with just your presence alone but with her life in peril that will seal the deal. I don’t want any more delays. I want those other two captured within the hour, is that understood?”

“Yes mistress, I won’t disappoint you.” With a hard shove you stumbled to keep up with Leonardo’s long legs as he ushered you down the hallway away from the helpless body of Raphael.  You craned your neck just in time to see all eight of the men struggle to lift Raphael’s limp body up onto the gurney and began to wheel him from the scene.

This was all your fault, if you hadn’t went up on that roof you wouldn’t be in this predicament, Raphael wouldn’t currently be carted off to get his mind wiped and Donnie and Mikey wouldn’t be in big trouble.

Leo could sense your inner turmoil and chuckled as he drug you along, “All of this wouldn’t be possible if it wasn’t for you. Now Karai will have all of the experiments back in her possession.” His fingers dug viciously into the muscles of your biceps eliciting a yelp of pain.  

It didn’t take long to locate the other two terrapins; a ruckus had been reported in the central hub of the compound followed by an obscene amount of unmanly screaming. You could hear Mikey laughing in the background while the men hollered for back up through their coms.

Stopping abruptly Leo pressed your front to the wall and felt his plastron press into the back of you. After some shuffling behind you a cloth was forced between your teeth and tied tightly behind your head rendering you virtually voiceless. “We wouldn’t want you to spoil the fun, now would we.” Just as quick you were spun around to face the ex leader and grey eyes sized you up and down gripping the front of your pants with his green three fingered hand. “You look so good like this, bound, gagged and fear rolling off you in waves. It is intoxicating!”

You had to warn Don and Mike, you had to find them before Leo could get his hands on them. They didn’t know what had happened to him, they didn’t know he was working for Karai. Your knee came up swiftly intended for the soft parts between Leo’s legs but the ninjutsu master had anticipated the move and blocked the attack. “Uh uh uh, that’s not very nice; I’m going to need that for later. Someone needs to be taught some manners. Unfortunately, now is not the time, I have duties to fulfill.”  With a shove he started you walking again and his hands returned to you biceps gripping them with authority.

The small force that followed Leonardo prepared for the fight ahead loading their tranquilizer guns. Already you could hear the fight coming from just beyond the next bend and when you took the corner Donnie and Mikey came into view finishing off the last two soldiers.

With a final swing of Mikey’s nunchaku the last man fell and the two terrapins turned to face the new threat. Their once smug smiles contorted from shock, happiness to horror.

“Leo?” Donnie called hesitantly holding out his hand, “What’s going on? Where have you been?”  

Leo didn’t respond but slowly pulled a katana from its sheath.

Mikey watched in disbelief as his eldest brother slid the blade to your neck pushing it against your carotid, “Leo? Brah w-what are you doing?”

You watched the youngest of the four brothers tighten the grip on his weapons, unsure of the situation. Stepping closer to Donnie, the orange banded turtle narrowed his eyes on you watching the tears spilling from your eyes and knew something was definitely amiss.

A muffled gasp against the wet fabric edged between your teeth was heard when the blade of Leonardo’s katana tilted digging into your throat.

“Drop the weapons boys or this one gets a brand new smile.”

The crackle of electricity snapped in the empty space of the hallway as Donnie activated his weapon. “What did they do to you? This isn’t you Leo; you would never hurt Y/N.”

“Donatello is it?” Leo snarled next to you. “I heard you’re the smart one, so why don’t you live up to your name and put the weapons down so this can go smoothly and without any bloodshed?”

“Not gonna happen, let her go.”  

“Have it your way, if she means nothing to you, then she is no longer of use to us.” Leo took his eyes off of the two mutants several feet ahead and adjusted his grip on the hilt of his weapon and began to drag it over your flesh.

The pain was gradual as he added more and more pressure. His blade was so sharp you could have sworn you felt the metal separate your molecules one by one. Then the all too familiar warmth of blood began to pour from the severed flesh adding to the already coagulated layer coating your collar bone. You whined pitifully through your gag unable to hold back the urge to scream, it fucking hurt and the pain was enhanced by the notion your loved one was the one inflicting this pain.

As the blood seeped down your throat and your muffled cries reverberated off the walls of the confined space, Donnie and Mikey held their hands up, “Ok ok just stop!” Donnie reluctantly switched off his bo staff and threw it towards Leo. “Mikey.” Donnie’s voice was firm and Mikey hesitated for only a second eyeing his weapons before he obeyed tossing them along side Donnie’s bo.

When they were unarmed the solders raised their guns and fired upon the two brothers pumping them full of tranquilizers. You screamed as the two turtles grasped for the darts in vain and toppled over falling quickly into slumber. The sight of their bodies slowly stop twitching as the drug took hold broke your heart. Leo allowed you to kick free falling to your knees screaming as you watched Mikey’s blue eyes flutter close.

“Give her a dose.”

The sharp sting came next and the drugs swarmed your senses making you nauseous and light headed. The hallway spun and your body gave out falling to your back. His piercing grey eyes were the last thing you saw closing in as he reached down to collect you.

*****

The darkness gradually broke, filtering in light and sound as your brain awoke from your drug induced catnap. As you slowly came to you noticed something was off, you were cold and your mind started to realize you lacked the feeling of being clothed. Your wrists and legs were bound again but the weight of gravity pulling you down was missing. Then the sudden realization hit you like a freight train, you were on your back.

Your eyes snapped open and immediately sought your body finding the only remaining pieces of clothing you wore were your underwear and bra. Your arms were above you head and your legs spread wide tied at the corners of the table you were restrained too. Dread ripped through you and your heart started to race uncontrollably, nothing good could come of this.

The sound of metal clinking to your far left caught your attention momentarily distracting your from your current situation. Turning your head to meet the sound you tensed at the sight, there on the wall hung Raphael, Michelangelo and Donatello divested of their gear, shackled to the wall. Each one was still blissfully unaware of their dilemma still sunk deep into the void of unconsciousness.

“This is not good, this is not good.” You chanted to yourself tugging on your restraints. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“W-wha….where…..fuckin shell.”

Of course the brute woke up first, “Raph?”

“Y/N, what’s going on and why are you in just your fucking underwear?”

Now that you were no longer alone the gravity of the situation hit you and hit you hard. Your body started to tremble and your voice broke as you spoke, “R-raph, I’m scared.”

“I know honey; I won’t let anyone hurt ya. Can ya tell me what’s going on? Why was Leo holding you for Karai to filet?”

“They fucked him up Raph; as soon as they had him they shipped him to Japan first so we couldn’t find him and they made him believe we were all dead with some photo shopped bullshit. I saw it and if I didn’t know you were alive myself I would have believed them. They took pictures of us and put them together making it look like we had been slaughtered. She made me watch them Raph, watch the videos of them breaking him, beating him. And then they sent him to some doctor named Dr. Langston who did the rest. He’s not himself right now, he’s brain washed and they’re gonna do the same to the rest of you.”

“They ain’t gonna do shit to me, Donnie or Mikey and we’re gonna get Leo back. I promise you that!”

“Did anyone get the license plate of that bus?” Mikey’s groggy voice sounded in the small room.

The genius groaned softly adjusting himself in his shackles, “This was not part of the plan. Did anyone else put getting captured somewhere in the plan, cause I sure didn’t.” another shift of his large body and you heard the genius growl uncharacteristically. “Why do they have you practically naked?”  You had never heard him sound so angry, so……dangerous.

“Guys?” Mikey started, “I have a bad feeling about this, where did Leo go?”

Raphael quickly filed in his two brothers on what you had told him. With each revelation their mouths hung further open and the shock was enough to keep the two youngest quiet for a few moments and then Donnie’s voice filled the uncomfortable void of silence. “I need to find out how they altered his brain, was it chemical or physiological we have to get them to tell us how. I won’t be able to bring him back if we don’t.”

Just then the door swung open slamming hard against the wall startling all four of you. Lurking in the door way stood Karai dressed in a simple black dress hitting just above the knees and three inch black heels.

She ignored you on the table her eyes drinking in her three new trophies hanging from the wall. “I am so pleased. Look at you three, so unique, highly trained and exquisitely muscled power houses.” She left the doorway; her heals clicking against the cement floor as she approached Raphael first. “You, I am most excited about, of course after Leonardo that is. Leo was my first choice.”

“Where is he?! Where’s our brother?!” Donnie demanded trying to yank the metal shackles free of the wall with his heightened strength.

With arrogance etched in her features she ignored Donatello questions and looked up at the impressive mutant glaring daggers at her. Karai’s slender fingers skimmed over the top of his plastron and slid down tracing the long divots of his weathered plates. “I’ve experienced Leonardo’s sexual prowess, endured the decadent stretch as he filled me to the brim. His stamina leaves me a blubbering mess unable to move for at least an hour each and every time. But seeing the sheer size of you Raphael makes me dripping wet with anticipation. I can only imagine you’re larger than the rest of your brothers.” Her wandering fingers dipped below his waist band in search of something to grasp and when the red brute gasped wide eyed you knew the kunoichi had found what she was looking for.

“Stop.” Your voice was unsteady uncertain if the scene enfolding a few feet in front of you was actually happening.

Never had anyone else but himself touch that part of his body, not even Donnie, their family physician. Raphael couldn’t help close his eyes growling at the feeling of a woman’s hands wrap around his rapidly swelling girth.

The guttural sounds that emanated from his chest gave your body chills. Then the scent hit you, a musk that was unmistakably Raph.

“My god.” Karai’s voice was a trembling mess as she tuned to face the massive turtle further concentrating her whole self on the beast. From the movement under his pants it was apparent she was pumping Raph to full mass and from the sounds he was making he couldn’t help enjoy the unwanted attention.

“S-stop.” Raphael hissed as she worked him harder. He was trying to resist the overpowering pleasure of it  but being an alpha male having his first sexual experience he was having trouble making his treacherous body obey his commands. “Get your hands off m-me you fuck—fucking bitch. Oh fuck..”  

Karai leaned up on her tippy toes bringing her ruby red lips to the struggling turtle’s face, “Your lips may be saying ‘NO’ Raphael, but the impressive rod of flesh in my hand says otherwise.” A quick movement of her hand made Raphael yelp rocking his hips into her hands. “I simply cannot wait to have you inside of me fucking me, ruining me with this giant cock of yours.”

“Get your hands off of him!” you could see Raph’s eyes hooded with lust and the over powering aroma of his arousal was beginning to affect you.

Your scream seemed to break the spell surrounding Karai’s and her unwilling prey, her head snapped around glaring at you with hatred swirling in her green iris’s. Her anger quickly quelled and a smile replaced the frown which only petrified you more.

“Thank you my dear, you made me forget the order of things. You are alive for one reason right now and one reason alone. I must break them first before Dr. Langston can work on them. Then I can have them and you are a pivotal part of that plan. But I am finding it  a little hard not to sample to goods before I get to bring them home.” Freeing her hand from Raphael’s tented pants she leaned back up kissing his cheek leaving a ruby red print on his green skin. “I’ll be back for you in a little bit Raphael, but I want you to witness something first.”

Taking a shuttering breath Raph tried to regain his composer trying desperately to ignore his screaming cock begging for sweet contact again. “You keep your fucking hands off of her. If you hurt her I’ll make you a pin cushion with my sai!”  

“Such big words from someone who’s at my mercy Raphael and who said I was going to hurt her?” Karai crossed the room to you and her hands rose clapping. “I need all of your emotions out of whack for this to work.”

Then another large body entered the room and the space erupted into chaos as all three of the bound brothers called for their eldest brother. Their pleas went unheard as their ex leader crossed the room his attention trained in on the two woman in the room.

You didn’t hear the three brother’s words just muffled yells; the only thing you could concentrate on was Karai and Leonard stalking you from across the room.  Her fingers found the flesh of your thighs roaming up and down of your uncovered skin. The look in Leonardo’s eyes started the uncontrolled heat rushing to the apex of your thighs, it was animalistic and frightening like he was about to consume you whole.

Karai skirted Leo reaching your spread legs before he could, bending at the waist placing small tender kisses to your bare midriff. A wicked grin spread over her beautiful features as she edged lower to her intended prize. “Y/N have you ever had a threesome before while being watched?”

Part Five

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Kiss me again | c.h

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I was gonna post this tomorrow but i just hit 400 followers so thanks, that's kinda insane 💖

You feel more than you should for your best friend, maybe it’s time to admit it. 

warnings: swearing, sorta a sex scene?

word count: 9k+

“He sounds lame” Calum commented, laying back on your arm-chair with a yawn. You crossed your arms, hitting the top of his head as you walked past carrying the large pizza box. “Just saying,” He mumbled, grabbing a slice. He noticed the sweetcorn on top and scrunched his nose.

“Switch?” You questioned, holding out your plate with a matching pizza on it only with a lot less sweet-corn and a lot more tomatoes. He nodded, taking the plate with him making you grumble as he placed the slice of pizza sloppily in your hand, you could already feel the cheese sticking to your thumb. “He was just being a gentleman.” You explained, getting back to the topic at hand, your recent date. “the food was really-”

“shit.” Calum finished, making you open your mouth to protest but Calum beat you to it “You ordered pizza as soon as you got back in,”

“Fine, ok, he took me that new fancy place.” You said, although you didn’t really need to explain, the satin dress on your body was more than confirmation. “I did tell him I didn’t like places like that, but I don’t know I guess he just wanted to impress me.” You sighed.

Calum snorted, watching as you curved your pizza, shovelling it into your mouth, your hand cupped underneath to catch the rouge toppings trying to escape. “If only he could see you now.”

“Are you saying I don’t look hot as fuck covered into tomato sauce?” You joked, wiggling your red saucy digits at him. “Oh you look absolutely divine” He laughed, putting his plate back down on the table, “Some might even say you look delicious!” He moved from his position on the armchair and sat down in front of you on the floor, hooking one of your fingers with his and bringing it to his mouth to lick the sauce off.

“Ew Calum gross!” You laughed, shoving him away, making him knock back into the coffee table, the thud from his crash covering up the thudding of your cheat.

“I was just helping you clean up, and what do i get from the trouble? a concussion!” He said dramatically rubbing his hand against his head, which didn’t even hit the table.

“God, you are such a drama queen!” You groaned, trying to hide the smile on your face by stuffing it with more pizza.

“Are you going on another date?” Calum asked, his voice taut as he leaned forward, pulling his legs up to his chest, resting his elbows on his knees.

“Hmm?” You stuttered between bites, moving your hand to cover your mouth. “Oh you mean with-h-” You stopped, choking on a bit of chicken, “w-with William?”

“William, god even his name is pretentious,” Calum huffed under his breath, settling his head on his hands.

“Yeah I think so, he asked me, I hope its more...fun next time.” You pulled Calums plate your direction, putting down the pizza crust that you knew Calum was going to eat whether you offered it to him or not. “What about you? Didn’t you have a date with-”

“Oh yeah...” Calum said, feebly reaching to scratch the back of his head. “I broke up with her...”

“What?” You stuttered, “Why didn’t you tell me? you’re supposed to tell me these things before they happen! Those are the best friend privileges!” You rambled, “God I don’t even think I have any ice cream left.”

“It's ok,” Calum laughed, “It’s not really a big deal, she was more of a distraction really.” You raised your eyebrows, encouraging him to keep going. “Well, I was sorta...am sorta in love with this girl.”

Your eyes snapped wide, your heart both beating out of its chest and ripping apart at the same time. Never in your life did you expect Calum to tell you he was in love with someone and the fact that he felt that way made your heart leap with joy, your best friend was in love. Though you felt a sting, as if you had just been stung by a scorpion, because there you sat in love with you’re best friend always hoping maybe he felt the same, but now it was clear that was only a fantasy. 

 A few seconds past without you saying anything and you noticed Calum was growing anxious, you realised you had to say something “BEST FRIEND PRIVILEGES!” You yelled, sliding off the sofa to sit down on the floor with him making Calum giggle and move to sit with his legs crisscrossed, mirroring you.

“Yeah, I wanted to tell you sooner but...” He gazed down at his lap,

“So are you not going to tell the girl how you feel?” You questioned, biting down hard on your lip trying to prepare yourself for the reply.

“I-I want to I really really want to but I just can’t.” He reached his hands out for yours and you gladly gave them to him, watching as his fingers traced circles into your palm. “She doesn't feel that way about me”

“How do you know?”

“Huh...” He hummed focusing his attention on following the ridges of your palm with his pointer finger.

“How do you know she doesn't like you,” You asked again, trying to catch his eye. “No offence cal but you’re not that great at picking up when people are into each other.” He opened his mouth to protest but was cut off by you instead, “Do you remember when you thought-”

“that you were in love with Mikey because you were giving him ‘the eyes’“ He mocked. “You flirt with everyone all the time, you’re difficult to read.”

“Yeah well I’m assuming if she caught your attention she’d not such an easy catch” You joked, closing your hand around his giving it a squeeze “Trust me cal, if she isn’t into you now its because she probably didn’t even think you were an option, as soon as you confess your gonna be all she thinks about.”

“Do you think so?” He said quietly, hating to admit he needed this much comforting over something as stupid as love.

“I know so” You confirmed, giving his hand a warm squeeze.

Calum squeezed it back, looking at your hands thoughtfully. He let out a big breath “Actually, Y/N, the thing is-”

“AH, one second,” You said, pulling yourself up from the floor with a groan, to pick up the house phone. “Hello?” You mumbled into the cream block, you’re phone looked like it had come from the 80′s and it was very unusual for people to be calling it. “William,” You greeted with glee, turning to Calum to give him a soft smile and a wink, “hmm, oh no I’m fine my phone’s just on silent...”

You continued to chat to William on the phone, trying to steer the conversation towards hanging up as you looked at Calum regretfully, but you didn’t want to seem rude considering you had only been on one date, was in rude to invite someone over for pizza as soon as you finished a date? You didn’t think so, but you didn’t want to give William the wrong idea, especially now that it looked like Calum was definitely not an option anymore, as much as your heart wished he was.

After 5 minutes you finally managed to say your goodbyes and jumped back down onto the plush carpet with Calum. “Can you believe that he looked through the entire phone book just to find me so he could wish me goodnight, I told you he was sweet” You giggled. “Oh, you wanted to tell me something?” You questioned, cocking your head to the side, trying to ignore the how plush Calums lips looked as he pulled on it with his teeth.

“Uhm, yeah...I wanted to tell you I....I need help with packing? Can you help me?”

“You haven't packed yet?” You questioned, staring in disbelief when he nodded his head “you're leaving in like two days?”

“Some of us don’t start packing a week before there holidays,” Calum joked, laughing half-heartedly as he picked at the fibres of your carpet.

“I think going on tour requires a bit more planning than a trip to Florida “ You laughed. 

For the first time in a long time, an uncomfortable silence fell over the two of you. You squirmed on the floor, leaning back against the sofa trying to picture the girl that managed to make your best friend fall for her. 

A couple of weeks later you lay in a cush four-poster bed staring up at the ceiling noticing the brush marks from when it had been painted. You felt something drip down onto your shoulder and you’re eyes focused again on William who was floundering on top of you. Sweat was dripping from his every-pore, although you didn’t understand how because he wasn’t doing much. 

His hands lay either side of you like a cage you couldn’t escape from. His body thrust into yours and your eyes furrowed. He looked down at you, his face was so concentrated, you tried to smile up at him but from the way he looked away and picked up his pace it was clear it looked like more of a grimace.  

Your mind trailed to Calum, walking in on all the girls he’d fucked on your couch just because Ash couldn’t stand the noise anymore. Even when you went upstairs you could hear the sounds they would make, his name slipping from their lips like a mantra. 

Fuck, it’s not like you hated missionary all the time, but this was really like torture, the worst part was you just didn’t want to have to ruin your first time together by telling him he was just rubbing his cock in between your thighs, you wondered if he even knew what a vagina was, or if he had even watched any porn..  

You rolled your eyes to the back of your head, trying to picture yourself somewhere far away. You’d tell him next time, but for now you just sat in bed wondering how no one else had mentioned this to him and cursed that the responsibility laid on your shoulders. 

You sat on your porcelain throne wrapped up in your fluffy towel watching as steam raised from your skin. You didn’t particularly feel like getting up and drying yourself off, the hot water draining you of energy. Instead, you scrolled through your phone waiting for the air you dry you off a bit more. Only a couple of seconds and you already saw three posts of the same photo of Calum coming out of a bar in Paris walking next to (probably not even with) a tall beautiful brunette. Usually, you wouldn’t give these photos a second thought, but now they just made you wonder about his mystery girl, he hadn’t had much time to text you while he was off and you hadn’t wanted to bring up the girl he was in love with again, not sure you could deal with too much disappointment at once. 

You leaned back against the toilet seat, your thumb flicking the screen up and down just seeing the two photos again and again. It was dumb, really dumb to be thinking of your best friend this way, for the longest time you were just happy with this, the two of you were insanely close and knowing that he hadn't been interested in love always gave you this weird sense of security, that you could take your time, that nothing was going to get in between the two of you. 

He’d always called you his favourite girl (apart from his mother and sister) you had always corrected and he would nod with a smile “apart from them. Your eyes started to water, realising that soon enough maybe that wouldn’t be the case. He would have a new favourite. 

You scrolled up, deciding not to torture yourself any longer, refreshing the page you were filled with relief when that photo was replaced by an advertisement for plane tickets for Paris. 

For Paris. 

Your fingers were working before you even knew what you were doing, your mind didn’t even register the very high price-tag as you dropped your towel running around your flat to find your card, spotting it laying on your coffee table, spilling out of your purse. You clutched it in your hands, typing in each digit with a shaking hand, cursing that phone wasn't going fast enough. 

When you had managed to get the detail correct (it took 3 times because of your shaking hands and pruney fingers) You flopped onto the sofa with a sigh, staring at the screen. 

You’re going to Paris!

YOU WERE GOING TO PARIS. You had no idea what you were doing when you ran to your wardrobe, throwing clothes into an oversized backpack. When you drove down to William’s and knocked on his door until he came out, leaving him with a fleeting sorry and “it's not you, it's me”. 

You’re brain wasn’t even working when you went to the airport, needing to ask for help every second of the way, your brain to frazzled to even understand what each person was saying.

You spent the whole flight pushing the nerves out of your mind, pushing out every thought in your mind. Your legs were bouncing and you just wanted to sleep until you arrived but you didn’t want unwanted dreams slowing down whatever the fuck it was that was motivating you to do this. 

You clutched your fist, in your hand and stared out the window listening to mindless music to escape your mind.

The plane landed and you called Calum, but you were immediately sent to voicemail, you tried everyone but only got voicemail or no answer at all. You gave up, instead looking at twitter, they had a concert somewhere and you were going to go and find it. 

“Yoyo!” You mumbled after spending a good portion of time standing on the pavement, tourist threading through you as you scrolled through the 5 seconds of summer hashtag. You tracked down a taxi and asked them to drive you there. The drive felt like it was lasting a life-time, the taxi drivers small talk about what brought you to the city and love was to much for your brain to comprehend at that moment, once he got to the venue you dashed throwing money at him before you dashed out the car. You could hear the faint sound of fans screaming and the hum of music, not quite able to make out whether or not it was who you were hoping for. 

You looked for some kind of back door, a fire exit, even a window but couldn’t find anything. Your heart was plummeting every second, what the hell were you doing. You were in the middle of France, no idea where you were, you had just given most of your money to a taxi driver and had no way to get to Calum at all. Then you felt your phone vibrating in your pocket, pulling it out you saw Ashton and answered it as fast as you could.

“ASHTON YOU ARE MY SAVIOUR!” You sang through the phone. 

“Y/N whats wrong? are you ok? you’ve called so many times is something wrong? we’re in France we cant help remember” Ashton’s voice was filled with nerves, and you could hear the hustle and bustle behind him. 

“Yeah, so am i!” You exclaimed, “It’s a really long story but i’m here like outside so please come let me in, I really need to talk to Calum.” 

“have you hit your head? Y/n do you need some kind of ambulance?” 

You sighed, you really didn’t have time for this, and every second you stayed on the phone another inch of doubt crept into your mind. “Yeah I really do need an ambulance, because I’ve gone insane, insane on love so please Ashton let me in because Calum is the cure!” You blurted. getting antsier by the second. 

“Huh..are you about too.”

“Tell Calum I’m in love with him, yeah! So if you could let me in before i change my mind” You needed to keep talking, to keep moving, every time you stopped to think the only thing you felt was your brain telling you how bad of an idea this was. 

“No stay there ok, someones on their way. I’ve got to go, only came to pee” No sooner than Ashton hung up did a large man in a black shirt open a door, you had been certain was welded shut moments ago. 

You were ushered down cream corridors, it felt like they stretched on forever, you could hear the echo of the crowd and the music, your heart racing whenever you heard Calums voice “Sorry guys when you gotta go-” You heard Ashton say slightly muffled through the walls. The wind was knocked out of you, how long were they going to be on stage for, you didn’t know how much longer you could keep up this act. “You’re going to need to wait here.” The man said, finally leading you to a small dressing room. 

You sighed, plopping yourself on one of the wooden stools as the man left and closed the door. The room was covered in posters for events that were going on, some brand new and some so old they were peeling at the sides. Your eyes flicked to the brand new poster of 5 seconds of summer, your fingers trailing over the photo of Calum. 

Were you really about to do this, did you really fly all the way to France just to get rejected? You knew Calum, he wouldn’t stop talking to you because of this, but he sure as hell wouldn’t talk to you as much as he did now. 

Then he came in, sweat dripping from his chest, his tattoos peeking out of his black wife-beater, his face squished in a smile clearly excited but exhausted from his performance. He was looking at the boys behind him, laughing at something luke said, furrowing his brows in confusion when they stopped walking and slammed the door shut locking him in the small room.

He was about to spin around, thinking this was some dumb prank again when he spotted you, a smile instantly appearing his face, his eyes filled with disbelief. “Y/N? Is that actually you or did i fall asleep during the set?” 

You walked towards him, grabbing his hands in yours, twisting at the rings that adorned each finger. You took a deep breath, before looking into his twinkling eyes. 

“I love you, no. I’m completely enamoured by you Calum Thomas Hood and I flew all the way to fucking France just to tell you and even if you’re about to reject me please can you just wait for a second and kiss me first”

Your grip on his hands grew tighter, squeezing down hard enough to turn them white. His eyes scanned your face looking for any sign of doubt or joke. Your eyes began to water, your sudden surge of courage suddenly wearing off. “or you could just...reject me if you want” You mumbled meekly. 

Calums hands wiggled out of your grip and you moved away, bracing yourself when he pinched himself, “ouch” he exclaimed, before doing it again, looking to you and back at his sore arm again.  “I really must be awake.” he panted breathily

Tears began to roll down your cheeks, but his hands quickly cupped your cheeks and rubbed them away. “I love you too.” He confessed, bringing your face to his in a soft kiss. 

His lips brushed against your cupids-bow before they met yours more firmly. His hands moved to your jaw squeezing slightly as you moved your lips in sync with his. You could taste the salt from both of your tears, dripping down your faces with relief and happiness. “I love you,” You mumbled against his lips.

“I love you .” He whispered, his breath panting against yours. 

“I love you,” You said, nudging his nose with yours.

“I- hey wait.” He pouted, pulling his face back. “best friend privileges! You’re supposed to tell me when you’re in love with someone.” Calum said, his hand falling from your jaw to your neck giving it a soft squeeze

“fuck best friend privileges, I want girlfriend privileges.” 

“Yeah...like what?” He inquired with a teasing smirk. 

“Kiss me again” 

So he did.

#So i finished bff cal #now what #calum hood #5sos #5 seconds of summer #fanfic #fanfiction #imagine #drabble #blurb #one shot #kinda

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“We’ll get him back, Michael, I promise.” Isobel says as she cradles a wrecked Michael in her chest.” Ok so it’s my first time sending in a prompt, love your writing! This based on the S2 synopsis, Alex gets kidnapped and Michael is at loss, happy ending please ❤️

Also: “I’m going to find him. If it’s the last thing I’m going to do, I’m going to find him.” Alex is kidnapped and Michael won’t take No as an answer.Also: inspired by vlamis saying that all Guerin wants is to be Alex’s hero

so idk how good this is because i’m actually terrible at coming up with scheming like idk how people do it, just come up with in depth smart plans for their characters to have, i’m atrocious at it.  however i hope you enjoy!

ao3

“What do you mean?”

If anyone bothered to clarify or repeat themselves, Michael didn’t hear them.  Two months ago, he’d ended everything with Maria so he could focus on bringing Max back. A month ago, they did just that.  Three weeks ago, he marched straight to Alex’s cabin and said he was ready to work through all the pain.  Two weeks ago, he’d gone in for a kiss and Alex said it was too soon.

So he gave him some space.

And now he wasn’t there.

“Michael, are you alright?” Isobel asked as she sat on the floor beside him, draping an arm around his shoulder.  He wanted to scoff, to find something snide to throw at her.  “Am I alright?” he’d say, “the love of my life is missing and that’s all you can ask?”

Instead, he couldn’t find any words.  All he felt was heartache and worry and panic.  Alex needed him and he wasn’t there.  Alex was strong, a force to be reckoned with, and yet something had happened to him.  It could be literally anything. He could be being tortured for information or he could be dead or he could be tied up in a basement. Or he could be dead.

Please don’t be dead.

“Last time I talked to him was a week ago. Anyone hear from him more recently?” Kyle asked, keeping a cool head even though he was the one telling everyone that Alex Manes was MIA. No one said anything. “Okay. So sometime between then and this morning, someone took him.”

“Well, how do you know someone took him? Maybe he just left on his own,” Liz said. Michael wanted to thank her for being positive, but he was angrier that she was holding up the conversation over bullshit that didn’t happen.

“His car was gone, but there…” Michael could feel them looking at him, trying to figure out if he could take what Kyle was about to say. “There looked like a struggle inside the cabin. Shit was everywhere, it didn’t look like any of his clothes were gone. Front door was open. There was… blood on the floor and the counters.” Michael brought his knees closer to his chest and he tried to block out the horror of what had just been said. Someone made Alex bleed.

Or maybe Alex made someone else bleed.

Maria seemed to speak his mind, “I know Alex, he wouldn’t let anyone take him without a fight.”

“Yeah, but they still got him,” Max pointed out as if anyone needed that fucking confirmation.  Michael balled himself up even more.  This was clearly a dream.  A horrifically bad one.  One that he could wake up from if he tried a little harder and then Alex would be there when he did and they could kiss and kiss and kiss until he forgot all about this.

Michael squeezed his eyes shut, rocking slightly in place as he desperately tried to wish it away.  He just needed to wake up.  Wake up and be with Alex.  Alex wasn’t gone, no one could’ve taken him, no one…

“Michael!  Michael, listen to me, you need to calm down,” Isobel’s voice reached out to him, her hands cupping his cheeks.  This was real.  It wasn’t a dream.  The noise that pushed out of his body once he realized that was the most pathetic sound he’d ever made.  It showed on Isobel’s face.  “Oh, Michael, we’ll get him back, I promise.” She pulled his head tightly to her chest, combing her hands through his hair.

The room was silent.  It made Michael feel even worse.  Why weren’t they talking about Alex?  Why were they focusing on him instead of focusing on how to get Alex back?

“Why are you all just fucking standing here?!” Michael yelled, not moving from his place in Isobel’s arms.  He had faith that his tone and the slight shake of the furniture in the room made them realize how serious he was.  “We know who took him!  It was his fucking dad!”

“Mikey,” Liz started this time.  Great.  “Alex’s dad just got out of the hospital.  I don’t think he capable of kidnapping.  Even if Alex is dis‒”

“Oh, don’t you even act like Alex missing his leg makes him weak at all!  He could fucking kill all of you if he wanted to!  And honestly, he should because you aren’t fucking helping!” Michael barked.  More than one object shot across the room and he’d tried to lift his head, but Isobel had a death grip on him.

“Michael, you aren’t helping by freaking out.  Take a deep breath, and use your words‒calm ones.” Isobel dictated, sounding like she had so many times in their life.  Michael closed his eyes once again, breathing slowly.  At first, it was a last-ditch attempt at waking up from this fucking nightmare, but once he realized that wasn’t it, he decided to listen.  

He could be calm.  Calm meant Alex.  Alex needed him.  He’d let him down before, he wasn’t about to do it again.

“His dad probably got his brothers in on it.  Or, or at least Flint.  Guy has some twisted view that whatever he does for his dad is to protect Alex,” Michael explained, sniffling hard as he rubbed at his eye, “It wouldn’t surprise me if he tried to get Alex to go see his dad to talk about Project Shepard and Alex wouldn’t listen, so he tried to force him and then Alex probably used more force than anticipated and then…” He couldn’t say it.  It hung in the air regardless.  Everyone knew the only way Alex got pulled out of that cabin was either by unspeakable violence.

“Okay, but maybe that’s not it?  I mean, Alex did put himself in the middle of a government conspiracy for us, it could be any number of people.  Could even be an alien,” Max said and Michael was starting to regret bringing him back.

“Yeah, maybe, but it definitely couldn’t hurt to look into his dad.  Dude’s psychotic,” Kyle explained, mindlessly rubbing over where he’d been shot.  Michael took a few deep breaths, doing his best to steady his mind before he stood up.  Again, all eyes were on him.  He was getting quite tired of that.  What was so hard about focusing on Alex?  It literally was the easiest thing in the world.

“I’m gonna go find him.  If you wanna sit here blowing yourselves, fine, I’m gonna go get Alex,” Michael said.  However, he could barely take a step before multiple pairs of arms yanked him onto the couch.  It was a chorus harmonizing ‘you’re crazy’ with ‘have you lost it?!’ and he was so over the false niceties. “Let me go get Alex!”

“We can’t go in blind!” Kyle scolded, shaking his head. He was awfully close to Michael, having been the first one to stop him, and Michael was beginning to wonder why he cared.  “We need to think this through, okay?  If we just go in, alien minds blazing, then we could just get everyone killed.  We need to be smart about this.  We don’t even know if he has him, much less where or what he’s done to him.  We’ll get him back, Guerin.”

Michael swallowed back the tears that ached in his throat, “I need him.”

“I know, Michael, I know,” Isobel cooed, cradling him against her chest once again.  Kyle gave a tight smile and put his hand on his knee.

“I’m gonna find him.  If it’s the last thing I do, I’m gonna find him,” Michael grumbled, his knees coming back to his chest.  His ears filled with demeaning sentiments that they knew.  But they didn’t know, couldn’t know.  He and Alex had stayed virtually silent on their relationship.  Everyone knew they had some feelings, but mainly it was assumed to be a brief fling in high school.  Max knew that being caught with him had gotten his hand fucked, but that’s about it.  Liz and Maria knew he was Museum Guy, but that’s about it.  Isobel knew that Alex knew everything about him, but that’s about it.  Oddly enough, Kyle was the closest to knowing, and still, all he knew was that they still loved each other after a decade of bullshit and that’s about it.

No one understood how they’d spent so many years trying to navigate each other and themselves.  No one got that he’d thought about Alex every day for a decade. No one knew about Caulfield. They definitely didn’t know that the sex was so good it felt more natural than breathing.  Not just the sex.  Touching him, kissing him, holding him.  If they’d just had a few more weeks to work at it, talking would’ve come just as easy.  Alex was his, he was Alex’s.  They were all just too stupid to see it.  Too stupid to understand that he was missing a piece of himself when Alex wasn’t there.

“Maybe you should get some‒”

“I swear to god, if you say sleep, I’m going to throw you through a window,” Michael said, narrowing his eyes at Kyle who was still knelt in front of him, “Alex could’ve gotten taken a week and a half ago.  I’m not wasting time.  We start planning now.”  Kyle stared for a moment, clearly debating what to say.  Michael never stopped glaring at him as he checked around the room to make sure everyone was on board.  Kyle stood up.

“Okay.  Let’s get to work.”

*

“Are you sure this is a good idea, Michael?”

“It’s the only one I’ve got.”

Twenty-four hours after realizing Alex was missing, they were headed to the Project Shepard bunker.  To Michael, it felt like twenty-five hours too late.  They weren’t stupid and Jesse Manes wasn’t either.  If he’d taken Alex, he would’ve taken him somewhere that they’d be able to find him.  Squeezing information out of Alex was a hard task, but even if they’d managed to get every piece he knew, it still wasn’t was he wanted.  Jesse Manes wanted Michael, Max, and Isobel either dead or in captivity.  What’s better bait than Alex?

It killed Michael that it took them that long to notice Alex was gone.  He’d called him a handful of times since then and he’d thought endlessly about going over, but he thought he was being ignored for making him uncomfortable and the last thing he wanted was to push him away by being overbearing.  Turns out him not taking action for once may have gotten Alex killed.  

The idea alone had Michael ready to kill.

“So, walk me through this one more time?” Max groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.  Michael stepped on the gas a little harder.

“I bust the door in.  Let’s say there’s four guys other than Jesse, I’ll throw them all against the wall.  Max, you take the biggest one.  Iz and Liz, you two go after another one and Liz holds him while Iz gets in his mind and politely suggests he stops.  Kyle, you go after the other one.  Maria, if there’s another one, be careful, but point that gun at him.  I got Jesse and Alex,” Michael said.  

It’s what he’d been saying since the moment they decided they needed a plan.  They kept trying to tell him that he needed something more than that, but the fact of the matter was they didn’t know what they were going into and there wasn’t a way to find out.  So they all put on bulletproof vests and Max and Maria had guns on them.  Michael was a weapon in his own right, Isobel was strong enough to get into someone’s mind quickly, and Kyle had spent some time training with Alex enough to have a basic understanding of self-defense.  It was all they had to go on.

“God, this is such a bad idea,” Kyle scolded.  Michael huffed, slamming his hand against the steering wheel as he turned onto the dirt road that led to the bunker.

“You didn’t have a better one!” Michael yelled.  No one argued.

It was hauntingly silent in the car, the weight of what they were doing really setting in.  Alex’s life was in their hands.  Their plan was already half-baked at best, there was so much room for fuck ups.  All Michael knew was that he’d die saving Alex and it was the main drive of confidence.

Even when he pulled up to the bunker.

Everything moved in slow motion as they entered the way Micahel had suggested, the door flew open with ease.  It felt stupid, riddled with plausible ways for them all to end up dead or hurt or fucked up in some way.  He was stupid.  That stupidity felt amplified when there was no one in sight.  Maybe Alex really did just leave…

“I don’t think anyone’s here.  Maybe we were wrong,” Max said as if he had any part in guessing where Jesse Manes might’ve taken him.  Michael rolled his eyes, walking further into the bunker.  Maybe he wasn’t there, maybe Alex just left because he scared him away, but Michael had stressed himself out too much to leave without looking.  He was going to search this place top to bottom.

“Michael,” Isobel tried as he began looking beneath the table and the desk. He didn’t listen, closing his eyes to see if he could feel Alex.  He’d gotten really good at that‒well, especially with Alex.

“Guerin, seriously, I think‒”

“Shut up,” Michael snapped, taking a deep breath as he tried to find Alex and call out to him.  Maybe he should’ve done that first.  Then again, he wasn’t exactly known for his logical decision making.

And he called Alex, searching for him wherever he may be.  His palms began to burn as he felt something.  It was murky, it was faint, but it felt like Alex and it was close and that’s all he needed.

“Alex?!” Michael yelled, causing nearly everyone around him to jump and glare him.  But if Alex was close enough, he’d probably hear him scream better than he heard him in his head and he wasn’t about to blow that.  Still, paranoia began to feed into his already ridiculously high worry when whatever he had been feeling was yanked away, leaving that part of him cold and empty all over again.  That can’t be good.

Voices called after Michael as he darted down the hall.  He looked everywhere he could, his mind throwing open each door he passed them.  No Alex.  Michael barely had time to try to call out for him again when he reached the final two doors and spotted a trail of blood leading to one of them.

Found it.

Michael blew the door off its hinges and into pieces, already huffing and puffing and ready to destroy some Manes Men before he could even get a good look at what was inside.  He didn’t really know what he was expecting, but what he saw really wasn’t it.

The room was indeed covered in blood, but it didn’t seem to be Alex’s.  Rather, it belonged to a few other Manes Men.  In the middle of the floor, there was a pile of Jesse Manes and two of his sons, neither of which was Alex, but all of which were unconscious.  They were tied up in complex knots that coursed around their bodies and over their mouths and around their hands and feet, creating one giant human lump of flesh that was partially covered in dried blood.

“Really, Guerin?” Alex was leaned up against the far wall and, aside from the split lip, messy hair, and missing prosthetic, he looked fine.  Well, he looked annoyed.  The entire scene had Michael’s head reeling in confusion, trying to piece together the scene and how the hell it had ended up like that.  Had Alex done all that and ended up with nothing but a split lip?

“I… came to save you?” Michael said though he knew it wasn’t convincing.  His eyes raked over the scene a couple more times as the Knock-Off Justice League bounded up behind him to do the same.

“Uh-huh, I bet, my hero,” Sarcasm dripped from Alex’s voice.  That quickly reminded him that Alex was here and speaking.  Alex was alive.

Michael crossed the room in record time, scooping him up in his arms.  Alex wiggled his hands-free, bringing them around Michael’s shoulder and petting his head as if on instinct.  He didn’t even realize he was crying until Alex started shushing him.

“Jesus Christ, Alex, what the hell happened?” Kyle asked from behind them.  Michael squeezed Alex a little tighter, a silent plead to never leave him alone with Kyle again.  He could be nice and all, but Michael was pretty sure Alex needed more hugs.  From everyone.  Why was Michael the only one hugging?

Why was Michael the one being comforted?

“Idiots came to my cabin a few days ago, tried to get information out of me, somehow forgot I was specially trained to be on special task forces.  One of them sedated me, so I guess they’re not all idiots,” Alex chuckled.  He fucking chuckled.  Michael sniffled against his neck, feeling Alex’s cheek mindlessly rub against his temple.  Alex.  “I was out for a day or two, I guess, when I woke up they had me tied up in here.  Something about me being a good way to get the aliens or some shit.  Assholes took my leg, I have no idea where they put it.”

“Alex, are you okay?” Maria asked.  Finally, someone asked.  Alex hummed, his fingers weaving into Michael’s hair.  He squeezed him tight, Alex’s breath hitching a little bit.  Michael loosened his grip.  Sort of. I miss you. I miss you. I miss you.

“I’m right here,” Alex whispered to him before answering anyone else.  Michael wondered if he could hear him, feel him.  “I’m fine, yeah.  You guys came at a good time, so, uh, thanks.  Been waiting here for like an hour trying to figure out how to get out of here without crawling.”

“And you… did… that?” Max asked.

Alex snorted, “Didn’t really have a choice.  So, like, I know you came to save the day, so could you guys go find where they put my leg?”

A few lackluster mumbles later, they found themselves alone. Michael was fully aware they’d hyped up this mission only for Alex to mostly have saved himself, but he didn’t even care.  Alex was okay and that was the biggest relief in the fucking world.

“Guerin, are you okay?” Alex asked softly, craning his neck in an attempt to see his face.  Michael was too terrified to let go.  Last time he let go, Alex got kidnapped.  Alex was strong and smart and could survive a fucked up situation, but Michael didn’t even want him to have to.  There was no fucking way he was letting go again.  Especially when he was missing a prosthetic and Michael was basically functioning as a crutch.

“Shut up, are you sure they didn’t hurt you?  I was so fucking worried.  I haven’t been able to breathe for, like, a million hours,” Michael sniffled, letting out a heavy groan as he tried to stop crying.  Alex just smiled at him and that felt like an incentive to stop the fucking waterworks.

“Mmm, how long did it take you to notice I was gone?”

“I didn’t.  I thought you were mad at me and ignoring me for trying to kiss you, so I was giving you space.  Well, I blew up your phone, but I didn’t want to go to your house, that was all Valenti,” Michael admitted, that shitty feeling in his stomach stirring up again.  What kind of boyfriend was he going to be if he didn’t even notice that he was gone?

“Thank you for respecting my space,” Alex said as if he wasn’t annoyed with him.  He had to be annoyed with him.

“Thank you for being a fucking badass and keeping yourself safe,” Micahel gushed, squeezing him again.  Alex laughed softly, pressing a sweet kiss to his temple.  A pathetic whimper fell from Micahel’s throat, his eyes closing as he tried to savor that stupid little touch.  He didn’t expect any more.  “I’m so sorry.”

“Shut up, Guerin, I’m okay.  You’re okay.  We’re okay,” Alex promised, massaging his scalp as he finally squeezed him back.  Michael wanted to collapse.

“I was so scared I would never see you again, that the last time I’d see you would be me being stupid,” Michael admitted.  Alex hummed softly and Michael didn’t even get a response before Max came in holding the prosthetic like a trophy.

Michael found it hard to keep away from Alex.  Even as he coldly said to leave the men on the floor and as he put on his prosthetic and as he walked towards his truck as if nothing had happened.  He didn’t want him to leave his sight.

“Michael, honey, let Alex go home.  He’s had a rough few days,” Isobel cooed all over again.  He wanted to fight and argue that they had literally all went to rescue him and they were acting like it wasn’t a big deal, but he quickly had to face the reality that it wasn’t.  Everyone was completely fine, no one had to do anything big or bad or dangerous.

Except for Alex.  And they thought it was okay for him to be alone after that.

“Alex, seriously?  You want to be alone?” Michael asked, pulling at Isobel’s hand as she held onto him.  He felt like a child. Maybe he was, he did come up with the world’s worst plan and did no day-saving.  He failed Alex.  That was shone all over Alex’s face as he stared at him over the hood of his car.

But Alex sighed, “C’mon, Guerin, you can drive.  I’m still a little hazy anyway.”

He didn’t have to be told twice.  

Michael climbed into the driver’s seat of the car and completely ignored everyone else that wasn’t Alex Manes.  He managed to clear his eyes and his head enough before he started up the car, heading to the cabin like it was second nature.

“Are you sure you wanna go back there?” Michael asked, “I mean, do you feel safe at a place they took you?”

“I’ll be fine.  Just clean up the blood and give it a few weeks, it’ll go back to normal,” Alex assured.  When Michael looked over, his eyes were closed.

“You sure?”

“Guerin, I know for a fact that I’ll be safe if you’re there with me, so stop questioning me and just stay with me for a while,” Alex told him.  He was tired and sounded a little annoyed and he probably didn’t mean it, but to Michael, it meant the world.  He made him feel safe.  Even though he was excruciatingly bad at rescue missions, even though he let him get taken in the first place, he made him feel safe.  He didn’t know what that meant for them or how long it would last, but he was going to cherish it.

Maybe he really was his hero.

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That’s not why I’m going (31)

The lengths he’d go

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Drake Walker x Amara Suarez

Rating: some foul language, some extremely suggestive. This is absolutely NOT appropriate for people under 18. This also alludes to pretty disturbing content, regarding Amara’s backstory.

Word count: about 4,100 (let me know if the ‘keep reading’ cutoff isn’t working well!)

Notes: This picks up pretty much where we left off, during the first night in Penelope’s estate, right after Liam saw Liv and Rashad, starting with Drake’s POV.

*****

Maxwell had just left for the night, after a fun evening of movies and chats, and Drake was just about to turn in when someone knocked on the door. He was secretly hoping it would be Amara, but he knew that they were being prudent. Maybe Max had forgotten something?

‘Hey Max, coming!’ he yells out.

‘It’s me, Drake.’

Liam’s voice. Not like his usual self, though, his voice is broken and sad. Trembling, even. Drake rushes to the door. ‘Hey man, come on in.’

Liam looks like shit. His eyes are bloodshot, and he’s holding a sad, slightly wilted bouquet of roses, as well as a jewelry box. Oh no, Drake thinks. Who rejected him this time?

‘Thanks for opening. I know it’s late.’

‘Hey, no worries, Li. I was up, Max and I were watching movies.’

Liam nods. ‘Any chance you were also drinking whiskey and there’s some left?’

Drake chuckles. ‘Yeah. Sit down, I’ll pour you a glass.’

*****

‘Maybe it’s better if we go our separate ways here,’ Liv whispers as Rashad parks his car in the garage where they met up earlier.

Rashad nods and smiles. ‘Whatever you say. I had a great time. Thank you for coming out with me, Nevrakis.’

Liv sighs, unable to keep the smile off of her lips. ‘I had a great time too. Sorry I’m not inviting you up, I just-’

He puts his hand on her arm, ever so gently. ‘Stop. This is perfect.’

She stays like this for a few minutes, taking it all in. He obviously wants her, she realized it on the beach, when they made out for a while on that rock --how cliché?-- and she felt his hard cock against her. But he didn’t try anything beyond kissing. 

Not that she didn’t want it; of course she wants it. He’s so fucking attractive, and respectful, and kind --oh fuck, since when have those been positive criteria for her? Still, she doesn’t want to rush into something new. She’s loved Liam for as long as she can remember, and cannot jump into something head first right now. But maybe just dipping her toes is fine. 

Plus, since Ilya’s nude picture was leaked, she’s been feeling...violated. It wasn’t even her picture, of course, but the intent behind the text exchange was clear, and plain for everyone to see. Her personal life, on a shelf, for the whole court to judge. Fuck that. 

No, she’s not ready. She would love to shed her inhibitions and jump his bones right here right now. Just say fuck it, and straddle him, in the driver’s seat. She could ride him immediately if she wanted, and on some level she does want it, but… not yet.

‘Liv,’ Rashad murmurs, as if reading her mind, ‘there’s nothing I would love more than spend the night with you, but there’s no rush. So, we can keep hanging out, and in a little while, if you want, well, if you’re still into it, I’ll be there.’

She smiles and captures his lips in a passionate kiss. ‘Good night, Domvallier. See you very soon.’

*****

Liam looks at his best friend process what he just told him. Drake’s eyes are the size of saucers as he’s reacting to the thought of Liv with Rashad. Liam’s thoughts exactly.

‘Li, this is crazy… are you okay?’

No, he’s not okay, he thinks. Bit late for Drake to worry, huh? But he can’t tell him that. ‘I’ll be fine, Drake. I’m just disappointed, as you can see, I was going to make a grand gesture, and my plans were completely derailed.’

Drake is responding, with words that Liam is not listening to. All he can think about right now is Liv’s lips tangled with Rashad’s. Amara’s rejection of him, very clear, very business-like. Drake’s budding friendship with Maxwell, which had taken over Liam’s own friendships with the two men. When did the actual Crown Prince become everyone’s third wheel? Even Bertrand seemed more integrated to the group than he was, when they had lunch at the cabin. 

‘Liam? Are you listening?’

‘Hm? Oh, yeah. I know, crazy, right?’

Drake squints. ‘I was saying, you should talk to Liv. Be upfront with her, ask her if she is serious about Rashad. Maybe it’s all a big misunderstanding, maybe she’s just hanging out with him because she thought you would never propose to her. You’ve gotta at least try.’

Liam plasters on his fake smile, the one he’s been showing off 24/7 these days. ‘You’re right. Thank you.’

But what he means is, why is it always my job to clarify everything with everyone? Why can’t people just be upfront with me, and that way I don’t have to constantly ask them how they really feel? 

But Drake wouldn’t understand. No one fakes anything with Drake. No one feels obligated to pretend to like Drake, people just show him their true colors.

So, he gets up from the bed, downs his whiskey, and heads towards the door. 

‘Hold on,’ Drake says as he gets up to follow him, ‘are you leaving already? I don’t think you should be alone, Li.’

But Liam’s always alone. ‘I’m fine, Drake. I’ll see you tomorrow at the fishing activity, ok?’

*****

‘Are you sure, Suarez? You can take as much time as you need, prolong your leave of absence, but don’t quit now.’

But Amara has made her decision already, no way she’s going back. 

‘Thanks, Captain, but I don’t plan to come back. No need to string the NYPD along. Thank you for everything.’

She holds out her hand, and Captain Braugher shakes it vigorously. ‘Take care, Detective. Thank you for your service. Please call if you change your mind.’

As she walks away, she can’t block the voices in her head, the gunshots that repeat themselves in an infinite pattern, killing her brother over and over in her memory. 

She closes her eyes as she tries to repress the recollection of her own voice, the one that screamed ‘Sergio!’ at the top of her lungs, almost inhumanely, hoping to God her brother had survived. 

She hears those sounds all day long, everywhere, no matter who’s talking to her. 

They distract her so much, up to the point where she has no idea what is going on around her. Up to the point where she absolutely does not see the bus driving towards her as she crosses the street.

‘CAREFUL!’ a voice screams at her.

She wakes up in a sweat. Hana is next to her, her brow furrowed with concern. ‘Amara, are you okay?’ she asks.

Amara catches her breath. ‘Y-yeah… I had a nightmare…’

‘Damn,’ Hana says, sitting up in the bed. ‘You fell asleep so peacefully I didn’t want to wake you up, I didn’t realize your nightmares were so bad.’

The thing is, this one wasn’t even bad. She didn’t even dream of the fateful day, she didn’t even see any images of her dying brother. This was one of the good nightmares. 

‘I’m ok, hun, thanks for letting me crash, I should probably go back to my room.’

‘Nonsense,’ Hana replies. ‘I bet your nightmares get worse when you’re alone, huh?’

Amara’s eyes well up. She nods silently. She doesn’t want to tell her that, for every night when she hasn’t been near Drake, she’s gotten about two hours of undisturbed sleep.

‘Alright then,’ Hana says in a determined tone, ‘you’re staying here, and that’s final. I’ll make us some chamomile tea.’

*****

‘Grampie!’

‘Mijita! Come give me a hug!’

Michael’s heart grows two sizes every time he sees his daughter smile. When she’s around her grandparents, Callie’s face never fails to light up.

‘Hi Jorge,’ Michael says as he hugs his father-in-law tightly. ‘Sorry we’re here so early. I wanted to beat traffic.’

‘Mikey, good to see you. Don’t worry about it sweetie, you know we wake up at 6am every day.’

Michael goes to the kitchen to greet Nancy, who already has an armful of Callie, who can’t get enough of her grandmother. 

Alright, he thinks. No funny business, he can’t tell them anything. These two are the worst secret keepers, and he was told to remain discreet so as to not ruin the surprise. He was evasive on the phone, asking them to watch Callie for about a week as he had a work trip to take. They didn’t ask any further questions, however unbelievable it sounded. Michael’s an attorney, he doesn’t take work trips, not really, but Jorge and Nancy were not the type to doubt him. 

He’d have to be careful not to mention Amara too much, which would be hard, given that Jorge usually talked about her every ten minutes. And given that there were around 20 pictures of her in the living room, including her giant quinceañera photo on the mantel.

He’d arrived a couple of days early, so he could visit with his in-laws and ease Callie into her sleepover week. She and Michael were basically inseparable. 

Of course, he could have brought her along, which his contact person had encouraged, but Michael didn’t want to subject his daughter to the long trip, especially since he really had no idea how things would be once he got there.

‘Grammie, is this me?’ Callie asks Nancy, pointing at a baby picture of Sergio. Nancy glances at Jorge, who looks like he’s about to cry.

‘No, baby, this is your Papi. You look exactly like him.’

Michael looks away before he makes eye contact with Jorge and they both end up weeping. Yes, Callie looked exactly like Sergio. Michael blesses the day when they both had their sperm count tested, and Sergio’s had slightly better odds. If things had gone differently on that day, they wouldn’t have decided to use Sergio’s, and Callie would not look like him. As hard as it is to look at her painfully-Suarez little face every day and be reminded of his husband’s death, Michael wouldn’t have it any other way. Like this, he lives on.

Ten minutes later, Jorge is already showing Callie the wooden toys he’s been making her in his shed. The two are off in the garden, and Michael hears them laughing from afar. The more he thinks about it, the more he wants to move to the Philadelphia suburbs to be close to Jorge and Nancy. Callie would love it, and Michael already has had offers from lawfirms in Philly. He just has to bring himself to sell their apartment in Williamsburg.

‘Tell me honey,’ Nancy says softly as she refills his coffee, ‘are you taking care of yourself? You look tired, and I don’t mean it as a passive-aggressive mom thing.’

He knew she didn’t. Nancy is not like that. If she says he looks tired, then he does, and she’s probably just really concerned. But he also cannot tell her what’s been keeping him awake, because she would tell Jorge instantly.

‘I’m fine, Nance, thank you. I’m just anxious about leaving Callie.’

She smiles at him. ‘Honey, you know she’ll be in good hands, right? Plus, Lauren and Matthew are coming this weekend with the twins. She’ll have a nice playdate.’

Michael nods. Matthew is Nancy’s son, and he and his wife were incredible with Callie after Sergio passed. Their twins, a boy and a girl, are lovely little kids, just a year older than Callie, and they all get along beautifully. ‘That will be good. I know she’ll be fine, but we’ve never been apart so long.’

Nancy nods. ‘I know. But you have to rebuild your life, sweetie. You’ve got to think of yourself.’

Michael nods but hopes they don’t think he’s going somewhere to meet a man. That’s literally the last thing on his mind, always. When he met Sergio, ten years ago --jeez, ten years--, he knew that was it. Boom, done. The one. That’s why they didn’t wait long to get married. Two years into their relationship, they were about to tie the knot. Two years after that, they were looking into surrogacy. And finally, four years ago, Callie was born. 

It wasn’t supposed to go this way. Michael was not supposed to be a widower at not even 35 years old. And yet, here he was. 

*****

The second day in Portavira seemed extremely long to Drake, who usually enjoyed fishing, but didn’t really feel like being among the whole court today. He exchanged a few words with Amara, but they couldn’t be seen together for too long, for fear of being discovered. Although, as Drake recalled Bastien’s words, discovered or not, something shitty was coming Amara’s way. All they needed to know was what, and when.

Liam had barely spoken to him all day, and looked even worse than the night before. It was obvious that he had been ruminating Liv’s new relationship all night. Did Drake do enough? Probably not. But he’s starting to feel tired of it all, and specifically of managing Liam’s expectations.

What did he think? That he could play with Liv’s feelings for twenty years, and that she would in turn be at his disposal? That was a real underestimation of Nevrakis, and it confirmed to Drake that Liv deserves better.

Maybe Rashad would treat her better. Maybe this was for the best. 

Fuck, he misses Amara. It’s been only a day since they were happy and free at the cabin, but it feels like a year. Every time he catches a glimpse of her, his breath intensifies, and he finds himself irresistibly attracted towards her. 

‘Drake!’ Hana exclaims, walking towards him with her little fishing rod in one hand, and her straw hat in the other. ‘Can you show me how to catch a fish? I haven’t been able to do anything all afternoon!’

‘What? Hana Lee, as I live and breathe, are you…’ he fake gasps, ‘are you NOT TRAINED in something?’

Hana laughs earnestly, ‘You can laugh all you want, but this was not very high on my parents’ priority list. Believe it or not, they’d rather I catch a husband!’

He shows her how to prep her line, and as she’s closer to him, she looks all around for eavesdroppers.

‘Everything ok?’ he asks.

She nods. ‘Have you spoken to Liam?’

He wonders whether he should say anything, but he doesn’t want to talk about Liv and Rashad in public. It’s not his place. ‘Last night, yeah. He came to my room around 1am.’

If she was surprised, she certainly didn’t show it. ‘How did he seem?’

Drake hesitates. ‘Not good. I think he’s unraveling. I can tell you more about it tomorrow when we get back to Ramsford.’

She sighs. ‘I can’t wait. This is stressful. We’re all waiting for the other shoe to drop.’

‘Exactly.’ He pauses. ‘Hana, can I just ask--’

She interrupts him. ‘She’s ok. She slept over last night, and she had a pretty severe nightmare, though. I think she’s on edge.’

Fuck, he thinks, the nightmares are back. Weird, because Michael has stopped calling. But maybe she’s been talking to her dad, or to Mia. Or maybe it’s even the tense atmosphere that’s getting to her. Drake wouldn’t be surprised. ‘I was hoping the nightmares would fade away,’ he says to Hana.

She smiles kindly. ‘All we need to do is be there for her. And love her.’

Drake grips his fishing rod tightly and scoffs. ‘How can I do that if I can’t even talk to her without raising suspicion?’

‘Hey, be patient. Tomorrow we’ll have a couple of days off until the rehearsal dinner on Friday. We’ll do something fun, recharge our batteries.’

Drake nods. He’s all for recharging his batteries, but a few days away from the Decision Ball, it feels more like one last treat you give a dying dog. 

*****

Amara took the first opportunity she found to escape the crowd and walk on her own. She had some fun fishing, specifically spending time with Max, Bertrand and Olivia, with whom she hung out for most of the activity. But now, as everyone is gathering around to have yet another tea time with pastries and cider, she needs a break. She doesn’t want to wander too far, in order not to be rude, but she figures a light stroll around the gardens can’t hurt. 

She’s still reeling from everything. The everlasting threat of her personal business being leaked, the ongoing pressure from a competition she doesn’t want, the anxiety of wondering whether or not she’ll be able to be with Drake completely, and of course, the habitual agony over her nightmares. 

So, for now, if she can grab a minute to herself and literally smell the flowers, she’s gonna do it. 

‘Amara?’

She turns around nervously and relaxes a bit at the sight of her interlocutor. ‘Oh, Penelope, you scared me.’

Penelope smiles. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to. I was just getting some air.’

‘Same. Your place is beautiful, thank you so much for having us all here.’

Penelope’s smile broadens. ‘Oh thank you for saying this! It’s been great having everyone here. It’s just…’ She stops.

‘What is it, Penelope?’ Amara inquires.

‘Oh, nothing.’ She pauses and looks at Amara intently, as if to judge her intentions. After a long pause, she continues. ‘It’s just that it feels it’s all for nothing.’ Amara chooses to remain silent and nods vigorously until Penelope continues. ‘The competition, I mean. It’s pretty obvious that I’m not going to be chosen. I think we all know that.’

Amara’s heart breaks a little at Penelope’s confession. She studies her face for a minute. She’s probably around Amara’s age, but she looks so young and naive, that Amara feels the need to protect her all of a sudden. People talk about Hana’s innocent temperament, but few of them realize how strong she actually is. With Penelope, the naiveté is probably not an illusion. Plus, if her parents’ overprotective attitude is any indication, Penelope has probably led a pretty sheltered life so far. 

Still, Amara decides to play the supportive card. ‘You can’t say that. Liam might choose you.’

Penelope waves her off. ‘Oh, I don’t even want to be chosen. My parents and I only decided for me to enter the competition because it would be suspicious if I didn’t. But we all hope I won’t make it. My place is not in the Capital, really, it’s here with my family and my dogs.’

Amara nods understandingly. Parts of her can’t help but feel relief, because this means she’s probably not involved in Hana’s and Liv’s leaks, since she’s that disinterested. ‘I get it,’ Amara says. She wishes she could say more, commiserate in their non-love of Liam, but she decides not to. After all, Penelope is still friendly-ish with Madeleine, who could make her life a living hell at the drop of a hat. ‘If you don’t want the prize, the whole shebang must be quite agonizing,’ Amara continues.

Penelope laughs. ‘Not really, because I do like hanging out with everyone and having fun at court. I do miss my family and my dogs but I know it’ll all be over on Saturday night.’

Amara smiles silently. She fucking hopes it’ll all be over after Saturday night.

‘But I didn’t mean to discourage you,’ Penelope continues. ‘You have all your chances, Amara!’

*****

No one seems to have noticed that Liam slipped out of the tea time. He went to the bathroom a good twenty minutes ago and never came back, and no one came after him. He can only see Bastien, always a good twenty feet behind him. 

So, he just stays at the balcony, far from the crowd, and refuses to go back until someone, anyone, comes for him. 

Bratty? Maybe. But that’s how it is. 

He plays on his phone. No one has texted him, either. Just a few emails, mostly boring ones. One from Ioanna, the assistant to the Greek ambassador, thanking him for the reports he’s sent. As he’s about to press ‘Reply’, he hears footsteps, and his heart rate increases, in the hope that they belong to someone he wants to see.

‘Hello, Your Highness.’

He turns around. ‘Oh, hi, Madeleine. How are you?’

She smiles weakly and plants herself right next to him on the balcony. ‘I should be asking you this. You left a while ago, I was worried.’

He sighs. Just his luck. The only person worried about him is Madeleine. ‘I’m fine. I’m just feeling a bit…’ he looks at her. ‘Restless.’

She puts her hand on his forearm. ‘It happens to the best of us. It must be hard being the center of attention while no one really pays attention to you.’

Yeah, spot on. ‘Very well put,’ he chuckles.

She wrings her hands together. ‘I wanted to apologize for the other day, too. Sincerely.’

‘Apologize for what?’ he asks, all the while knowing exactly what she’s talking about.

‘For being too forward and entitled the other day. For giving you the impression that you owed me a date. For being shamelessly flirtatious. For all of it.’

He can’t help but smile. She’s never admitted fault before, so that’s a first. He can get behind that. ‘Apology accepted.’

‘Thank you,’ she smiles. ‘I’m not trying to find excuses for myself, really, but the truth is…’ she blushes, ‘you’re so attractive and so perfect in every way, it’s difficult to resist hitting on you.’ She shrugs. ‘I’m only human.’

Liam laughs wholeheartedly for the first time in a while.

*****

Madeleine walks back to the tea time with Liam on her arm. She tries not to appear too smug, although old habits die hard. Thankfully, she and Liam are facing the same way, so he can’t see the self-satisfied look on her face.

She just had to schmooze him a bit and apologize to get him to finally give in a little. She almost tried to kiss him again, to seal the deal, but decided against it at the last minute. Too much too soon can never be good. Plus, she could give two shits about kissing him or fucking him. All she wants is the crown.

*****

‘Hey little blossom, are you ready to go?’

Amara smiles from ear to ear when Max enters her room with his suitcase. She finishes zipping hers up, excited to get back to Ramsford. The previous evening in Portavira had been uneventful, except for the fact that Liam and Madeleine had appeared unnaturally close, and then again at breakfast this morning.

She’d worry about that later. Or maybe there was nothing to worry about at all. She couldn’t tell anymore.

All she knows is that Wednesday is finally here and they can all get the fuck out of courtly duties for a whole 48 hours. Everyone is going home, and she, Drake, Max, Bertrand, Hana, and Liv, are going to Ramsford.

‘I’m all packed!’ she announces proudly.

‘Alright, let’s go then! No time to waste, it’s a long drive!’

*****

After saying goodbye to Penelope, her parents, and her poodles --Drake had to admit those little bastards were really cute--, the gang piles up in Maxwell’s and Bertrand’s cars. 

‘Max,’ Drake says, ‘can you drop me off at my cabin so I can get my car?’

‘Sure thing, let’s go!’

Drake had thought about this moment all morning, and also all of yesterday. Just sitting in the backseat next to Amara feels illicit. Liv is in the front seat, and Hana rode with Bertrand. Drake catches a glimpse of Amara’s smile the moment they settle down next to each other, and he wonders how he’s gonna be able to hold off from kissing her, from holding her, until they’re out of sight. But he does. Eyes on the prize.

As soon as Max’s car exits Penelope’s estate and passes the gates, Amara’s hand inches closer to Drake’s until their fingers touch. The much awaited contact sends shivers down Drake’s spine. ‘Fuck, Suarez,’ he murmurs. ‘I’ve missed you.’

‘Ugh, guys, you’re gonna make me carsick,’ Liv complains. ‘Unless Beaumont’s driving gets to me first.’

‘Hey! I’m a great driver!’ Max yelps as he swerves to avoid a bird.

Drake squeezes Amara’s hand. She turns around, looks behind them to look at the Portavira estate, which is getting smaller and smaller in the distance. She looks at Drake, a look that could melt his heart, and their lips crash together. 

‘For fuck’s sake, Suarez,’ Liv sighs, ‘keep it in your pants.’

But Drake can’t hear anything. All he’s aware of is the touch of Amara’s lips, the warmth of her embrace. The love he feels for her. The lengths he’d go for this woman. 

*****

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Rent is Theft, part 20

Read from the beginning here, read the previous chapter here.  Note:  My MC is a Filipina trans woman and I am not.  If you have notes on that or anything else, hit me up.

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      It was taking longer than it should.  Tall as the building was, a guy in each stairwell going floor to floor could get through the whole mess quickly enough.  If Mike took some elevators and skipped them, a few repeats still wouldn’t take all that long, and they’d catch up to him.  Still, it was close to eleven o’clock by the time they came back.

      Grime and Richie were worn out, but more than that, weirded out.  Mike was super energetic, eyes bugged out, acting wired.  Wasn’t his drug of choice heroin?  Marcie got up to take his arm.

      “Mikey, are you OK?  Come sit down.”

      “Hey, we got the werewolf,” he said, beaming at Knobby as he let Marcie sit him down.  “I’m great, Marce.  We got snacks, great!”  As soon as his butt hit the couch, he lurched forward and started throwing back handfuls of chex mix.

      “Take it easy, Mikey!  You aren’t high, are you?”

      “Yeah, dude,” Knobby said.  “You look like you’re gonna explode.”

      “What, what, what?”  He looked around at people, saw how they were regarding him, and leaned back with arms folded.  “I’m clean, I swear it.  Just feel excited about the exorcism is all.  You know I like The Exorcist, right Marce?”

      “Yeah, I know it.”

      “Well I don’t wanna start up until, say, five minutes to midnight, so relax, Mike.”  I picked up some three by five cards and started passing them out to people.  “Everybody has to read part of the spell, and do some things. I'm going to tell everybody what to do or to read and when. Some of you only have one card, some of you have a few. I'll let you know what card to read off of and when, but it's a good idea to look at the cards now and let me know if you'll have trouble reading any of the words on them."

      "Scorg?," Olivia asked herself.

      "I think it's pronounced sour," Knobby said.  He did not have any cards to read himself, but was trying to help her.

      Leimomi leaned over and softly said to me, "I can't read any of this.  It's too hard."

      I put a reassuring hand on her arm, but was too distracted to speak when Mike stood up and started for the living room.  "Hold that thought, sweetie.  Mike, where are you going?"

      "Gonna check out the magical stuff.  I'm so excited!"  He was already around the corner and I jumped up to follow him.

      In the living room he stood still at the edge of the circle, body language tense, twitchy, unnatural.  A few people had followed me out and were standing behind me, but I couldn't pay them any mind.  Mike had my full attention.

      "Argh OOgha!," he grunted.  He doubled forward at the waist, began to transform.  A million hair-like tendrils sprouted through the back of his polo shirt, and where his skin was visible it was likewise soon consumed with green fur.  Amid the fur, tiny leaves blossomed like chia sprouts and some of those thickened growing into small oak leaves.  "It's all mine," he groaned in a strangely lecherous tone.

      He began to piss into my magic circle.  The fucking nerve on that guy!

      "Holy shit," Knobby yelped. "He's got it too!"

      "Nuh-uh," said Olivia, "It was always just him."

      "Shit," I said, "I'm sorry, Knobby."  Mike started to lunge forward, and I grabbed him around the waist.  I didn't like the feeling of his slippery wet monster ***** against my wrists.

      He was too powerful and began to jerk free of my grasp, when another set of arms joined mine on the left, another on the right.  In a chaotic press of flesh, the crowd managed to wrangle him into the kitchenette.

      Somehow in the ruckus I ended up on the far side of the kitchenette, and could see my comrades in the melee.  They were scrawny Olivia and Knobby, Momi, Marcie, and Richie.  These are not the fighters I would have chosen, but were clearly the only people able to get in behind me easily within the small confines of the apartment.

      I also had a full look at transformed Mike.  There was something familiar in his appearance, his twisted gargoyle form.  I had seen statues, or drawings perhaps, of club wielding wild men clad in ivy.  He bore that likeness, but the leaves grew straight from his body clustered in areas where his own natural hair would be the longest - top of head, beard, chest belly and crotch.  Weirdly his clothing were mostly intact, the tendrils having grown through the fabric before the leaves blossomed on them.  Some buttons had burst to accommodate his increased strength and, disgustingly, increased virility.  The leaves on his belly mercifully obscured the contours of his exposed ******.  The Jolly Green Giant wouldn't do this to us, I thought.

      We were treating him with kid gloves, to be honest.  It was less out of mercy and affection for the man, as much as we did have that, then it was out of revulsion for his lurid condition.  Nobody wanted to accidentally get a fistful of that wobbly green thing.

      Momi, of course, was our ace in the hole.  She easily gripped him around the chest in her strong arms and dragged him around the corner towards the living room.

      "Hold him right there," I said, "Don't mess up the symbols in the triangle!  Olivia, I got some rope in the bathroom.  Go grab it, quick!"

      The hog tying was about as difficult as one would expect.  I was glad we hadn't needed to do this to the frail boy, but Mike didn't really deserve this either, the poor weirdo.  Marcie, of course, was his best friend in the building, and lamented his sorry state.

      "Oh, Mikey, what are we going to do with you?"

      "We're going to exorcise his ass," I said.

      Sadly we had about an hour left until midnight, so we had to hold him there like that.  It was arduous and disgusting, but Leimomi and the floories got through it together - while I reheated the blood and magic brew.

      "Do we know his whole name?"

      "No," said Marcie, "We were in Narcotics Anonymous."

      "Then Michael it is."  It was time.  "Patrick, pass me the wands. Momi, Olivia, Marcie, you're with me."

     We got Mike into place tied to a chair in the middle of the triangle and I stood above him imperiously.  I got the wands and handed one to Olivia and one to Marcie.  I gently directed Momi and them into positions, then turned my attention back to the green man, holding my wand high.

      “In the name of Our Blessed Lady I command thee to depart from Michael.  Evil green devil from Hell, begone!  Begone!  Again I say, begone!”  I gestured for assist and Grime reached in to pass me a Garfield mug of the magic potion.

      Mike looked up at me in wonderment, goggle eyes and fuzzleaf brow.  What did he think was about to happen?

      I slapped him across the cheek with the wand and he barked in surprise, then I splashed him with the hot magic potion from the other side.  Some went in his mouth.  I hoped it wasn’t too poisonous, but I tried to stay in the zone.

      “I command thee to depart and free Michael’s soul.  Evil green devil from Hell, begone!  Begone!  Again I say, begone!”

      “Garrggh-ooo!”  He was making very wolfy faces for a plant-themed monster man.  I smacked him on the other cheek, splashed him again.  With all the bargling, his mouth was open and caught more of the potion than I would have preferred.

      “I command thee to depart and free Michael’s soul.  Evil green devil from Hell, begone!  Begone!  Again, begone!”  Slash, splash.  My mug was empty, dripping.  I handed my wand to Momi and stepped back to the kitchenette.  I fished out my three by five cards.  Had to do things a little different.  “Alright, ladies.  You repeat after me, whack him one time, then walk to the triangle corner to your left.”

      “I don’t wanna whack Mikey!,” Marcie said.

      “Mine!  Hoogha hoogha!”  Mike was writhing.

      “We should whack Mike, Marcie,” Momi said.

      “OK.”

      I read, “Green spirit, ugly spirit, old spirit.”  They repeated the lines.  I’d swapped out references to wolves, tried to make it relevant.  “Do as you are told, leave this man, fly away,” they monotonously repeated, “To where it is night and never day!”

      Richie helped me fill three mugs with the reheated blood sauce.  I brought the steaming mugs over to the ladies and passed them around.  “Whack him one time and then splash some of this on him.  Not all of it at once, you wanna be able to do it two more times, OK?”

      Marcie frowned deeply, Momi looked weirded out, and Olivia was her usual tightlipped sphynx self.  I offered sympathetic looks and went back to the kitchenette.  “Whack away!  When you’re done, corner to the left.”  I waited for them to do their bits, then repeated the spell.  “Green spirit, ugly spirit, old spirit...”

      While they whacked and doused him again, I asked Grime to pass me a bottle of rum.  “Magical reasons, I swear!”  This needed to feel more magical.  After a deep swig, I looked out over the scene.  My ladies were ready for the last round of their part, and beyond them on the far side of the circle, the rest of the floories watched with trepidation.  Come on guys, it’s magic!  Swig.

      “Green spirit, ugly spirit, old spirit,” I went through my paces and they mumbled through their own.  “Now whack him again and then pour out the last of your cups on him!”  I reluctantly released my grip on the rum and used a mug to scoop more of the magic potion from the giant pasta pot serving as one of my cauldrons.  Then I waved for the ladies to come back to the kitchenette.  I took Momi’s wand off her hands.  It felt a little slippery, the end was slick with the blood sauce.

      I went out to see our monster man, did a little clumsy twirl on the floor along the way, then stood before him.  “Michael!  Michael!  Michael!”

      He looked up at me, shaking ill ingredients out of his eyes like a wet dog.  He was still green like the Hulk.  I smacked his stupid face.

      “Go, fly away to the sky, green devil thee I defy.  Out, out, with a howl and a yell, It will carry thee faster and surer to Hell!”  I smacked him with the wand again, then poured the steaming magic potion over his head.  It washed away much of the bloody mess, and a few of his beard leaves fell away.  Progress?

      I turned to the rest of the floories.  “All of you, come to the kitchenette, get a cup of the potion, and walk with me in a circle around the guy.  Repeat the spell after me!”  I waved the wand to stir them into motion.  Knobby went first, then Patrick dragged Perry.

      I waved the wand like a conductor until I had enough floories in motion, then led them, marching in a circle around Mike.  “Repeat after me!  Away, away, shoo!  Think we care for you?  You’ll feel our whips crack.  We’ll beat you blue-black!  Foolish green spirit, we have you at last!  Back to thy Hell home, fly out of him fast!”

      It was a weird, sad, and wearying protest march.  Hell no, we won’t go?  I grabbed the rum bottle on one of my rotations past the counter, tucking my wand into my head wrap, so I could hold my card in one hand and dook with the other.

      We couldn’t keep it together - not all of us.  Perry quickly became unmanageable, which meant Patrick had to take care of him.  We managed to at least keep them in the same room.  I felt it was important for us all to participate as best we could.

      We quickly ran out of magic potion to slosh on him.  I was bumping into people out of drunkenness, they were bumping into each other out of weariness.  Our breath vapor collected on the windows and surfaces, the mess on the floor was spread under our feet.  The chalk joined the fluids in muddy, gritty clumps that made walking even more treacherous.  I looked at the wall clock whenever I passed it, waiting for one AM to draw close.  Walking in circles for even ten minutes seems like forever.  This was some number of forevers.

      We were mumbling zombies, taking half-assed slaps at Mike, slipping, losing our place in the spell and starting over again.  I almost forgot to call an end to our torments, one time on the clock looking the same as another to me by then.

      “Everybody, back to the circle!”  I waved them back and they complied, leaving me with Mike.  I pulled out my wand.

      The green man looked at me with his head lolling on his shoulders, his eyes rolling in their sockets.  Could he even see me, or was his head coincidentally pointed my way?  He groaned, “I liked The Exorcist.”

      “Green spirit, from Michael you flee!  Michael, come correct and be free!”  I kicked him in the stomach.

      Instantly, he vomited green stuff Exorcist-style all the hell over me.  I was lucky it didn’t reach above my breast level or get both of my arms, but the rest of my body was awash in sick.  He was thrashing and spewing and thrashing some more.

      More from a sense of insult than a magical imperative, I started smacking him about the face with my wand again.  “Come on!  Come ON!  Ugh!”

      The fountain ran dry and he slumped in the chair.  I tried to step back, slipped, and landed on my ass in the green.  “AugH!”  A few other people were barfing now too.  I kept it together, pinching my nose and making my breaths shallow.

      Grime came up with a pitcher of water and poured it out on me.  “You alright?”

      “Eh. Ugh. Wait.  Hose Mike down!  We gotta see if he’s green!”

      Grime looked at the guy - he was less drenched than I was - then pulled out his cellphone.  He turned it on flashlight mode and tilted Mike’s head back to look.  “He’s pink like a salmon filet, Courtney!”

      Knobby clapped excitedly.  “Wooo!”  Richie joined in, but on the whole, the excitement was muted.

      Grime helped me to my feet, giving up on any idea that he could remain clean.  I looked at Mike’s beaten body,  I looked at all my people.

      “Good job, everybody.  Maybe we call it a night, see if this’ll work on the rest of us later, alright?”  I joined Grime in checking out our freshly re-pinked man.  Marcie budged in as well.  It seemed the three of us had all resisted the compulsion to vomit.  Natural born leaders, haha.

      “Mikey, talk to us, Mikey.”  Marcie held a disposable red cup of water vaguely under his head, hoping he’d stir and give it a sip.

      Grime didn’t say anything but tried to prop up his head in his hands, gently.  For a man with no background in medicine, he seemed very comfortable helping a man out physically - unusual in our homophobic place in the world.  Point Grime.

      I reached in as well, opened his mouth to see if his air passages were open, tried to feel for breath with the back of my least slimy hand.  He started to spit and twitch at the feel of my fingers on his mouth, and his big eyes dimly stirred.

      “Mikey, hey.  Gotta wake up, enough to get a drink, hon.  Take a sip for me.”

      “Maybe he could use some air,” Deandre suggested on his way past.

      “Yeah,” Grime said.  He tried to get him untied - hard to find the ends at first.

      “Graeme,” I said, “Thanks, but I’d like you to go make sure everyone else is OK.  Me and Marcie got this.”

      “Good thinking.  I’ll see you later.”

      Leimomi joined us, which was crucial because Marcie and I did not have the strength to move Mike at that late hour.  Everybody else filed out of the horrible ruins of my apartment pretty quickly, and the three of us hauled the man into my bathroom, sat him on the toilet.  After we got him to drink some water, Marcie tried to get him cleaned up.  Momi helped me with my own hideous state, everybody taking turns at the sink.

      Marcie and Leimomi got him back to his apartment, where Marcie said she’d stay and watch over him for a while, then Momi came back to me.  My place was a disaster and we were too worn out to do more than stopgap cleanup, with her doing most of the labor.

      Come three in the morning, we had me at least clean enough to stop dripping horror slime everywhere I went, and decided to spend the remains of the night at her place.  I grabbed a few things for the stay.

      Leimomi turned on the lights and walked me straight to her bathroom.  “First thing, you gotta take a quick shower.  Then you gotta wash your hair and wrap it with somethin’ clean.”  She started taking off my clothes completely unromantically, which made me a little sad but was the most sensible way to go.  Mike’s vomit smelled like that stuff usually does, with a strange vegetable undertone, as if he’d been pounding concentrated celery extract.  My nasty clothes went into a trash bag for now.  I could see if there was any way to salvage any of them later.

      She tried to help me into the bathtub, but I resisted.  Still enough strength to hold myself up.  I kissed her on the shoulder and hoped it wouldn’t be too disgusting.  As I lifted my head to turn around, she caught me for a little kiss on the lips.  I smiled and drew the shower curtain.

      A while later, my body was squeaky clean, which left one terrible task to contend with.  I braced myself and removed the head wrap.  Immediately, Reverse Courtney started in on me.

      “You know you can’t do me like you did the green man, right?  You’re the witch here, you’d need somebody else to do the magic on you, can’t do it on yourself.”

      “Bullshit, I can teach somebody.  Not like I knew that was going to work anyway.”

      “Hey, maybe it didn’t work.  Maybe green man comes back in the night, attacks Marcie.”

      “Go to Hell.”

      “Maybe he gives her the high hard--”

      “Shoulda held your breath, bitch.”  The back of my head coughed and sputtered as she was blasted by the shower head.  “Don’t bite me or you’ll never get clean, OK?  You like tasting dirty hair all day?”

      I dipped to get some shampoo in my hand and she broke free of the torrent of water.  “I’ll kill ya!  I’ll kill ya!  You’re going down, bitch!  They’ll put you in man prison!  You’ll get AIDS and--”  She choked and sputtered again as I ran shampoo through my hair, and quickly got it back under water.

      Unfortunately, she did bite at me.  I was getting practiced at minimizing the damage - no blood drawn.  I muffled her with a towel at the end of my maneuvers, put on a clean bathrobe, and came out into Leimomi’s boudoir.

      “I’m sorry,” she said, sitting in near total darkness.  “I heard that stuff.”

      “It’s OK.  But I wonder.  You never told me how you wash your hair.  Does it try to kill you, or is it just annoying?”

      “Just annoying.  It doesn’t try to kill me, but I don’t know what it would do to somebody else.  I hafta do it alone.”  She stood up.  I guess she’d worked up a sweat too, even if she didn’t get hosed with celery puke.

      “OK babe.”  I stepped close to give her a kiss.  Her lips tasted saltier than I remembered, probably in noticing a contrast where before we’d been equally sweaty.  She gently pushed me away.

      “I’ll see you when I’m done, Courtney.”

      She left me to get cleaned up, and I carefully laid myself out on her bed.  I was fully intending to stay awake, but the rum and exertion had other plans.  I passed out well before she returned.

                                                        ***

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#Rent is Theft #part 20 #nanowrimo july 2021

[thisisthestoryofanotherus]

Sad Song-Michael Clifford

I heard this song and knew I had to put it in something…gotta love We The Kings…This is the Mikey version of the 4/4 where management makes you pr date one of the guys….so ya….enjoy!

You were in desperate need of new guitar picks. You were hopeless at being able to keep anything, honestly if your head wasn’t attached to your body you might loose it. You headed to your favorite music store, to get some new picks and see what new guitars they had. You were eyeing this Yamaha acoustic guitar, when you heard a familiar melody. Someone was playing on one of the pianos. It was “Sad Song” by We The Kings, one of your favorites…actually one you used to listen to quite often after you broke up with someone very special to you. Whoever was playing was good. Really good. You decided to find this mystery player. You headed to where the pianos, where a boy with longer blond hair in a red flannel shirt was playing. You were standing behind him, so you couldn’t see his face. But when he started singing, you instantly knew who this boy was.

“You and I, We’re like fireworks and symphonies exploding in the sky.

With you, I’m alive, Like all the missing pieces of my heart, they finally collide.

So stop time right here in the moonlight, ‘Cause I don’t ever wanna close my eyes.”

He sang in a deep, raspy voice. Then he proceeded to sing the chorus.

“Without you, I feel broke. Like I’m half of a whole.

Without you, I’ve got no hand to hold.

Without you, I feel torn. Like a sail in a storm.

Without you, I’m just a sad song. I’m just a sad song…”

He continued to play, and the sight of this boy who used to mean so much of you pulled at your heart. He hadn’t noticed you were there, so it made it easy for you to join in on the next part.

“With you I fall. It’s like I’m leaving all my past in silhouettes upon the wall.

With you I’m a beautiful mess. It’s like we’re standing hand in hand with all our fears upon the edge.

So stop time right here in the moonlight, 'Cause I don’t ever wanna close my eyes.”

He didn’t stop playing, and you saw him smile even before he looked at you. He knew your voice just as well as you knew his, and would recognize it anywhere. You finished the rest of the song together.

“Without you, I feel broke. Like I’m half of a whole.

Without you, I’ve got no hand to hold.

Without you, I feel torn. Like a sail in a storm.

Without you, I’m just a sad song.

You’re the perfect melody, The only harmony I wanna hear.

You’re my favorite part of me,

With you standing next to me, I’ve got nothing to fear.”

“Without you, I feel broke. Like I’m half of a whole.”

“Without you, I’ve got no hand to hold.”

“Without you, I feel torn. Like a sail in a storm.

Without you, I’m just a sad song.

Without you, I feel broke. Like I’m half of a whole.

Without you, I’ve got no hand to hold.

Without you, I feel torn. Like a sail in a storm.

Without you, I’m just a sad song. I’m just a sad song…”

Despite the years apart, you still knew each other well, especially when it came to music. This was probably the best cover the two of you had ever done together. When you finished, there was applause filling the shop.

“Looks like the audience loves us Y/n” The blond boy said.

“They always have Michael” You smiled.

“How’ve you been? It’s been what?”

“Too long. I’m doing good. I’m guessing you are too, from the way your band has took off”

“Yes. It’s been amazing,”

“How are the guys?”

“They’re great. They’d love to see you…I’d like to spend some time with you too…”

“Michael-”

“Just dinner or something?”

“Sorry…I just can't…”

“Y/n…”

“Look Michael. It took me a long time to get over you…I understand why we had to break things off, I mean you had so many people expecting things from you, and management thought I’d be a distraction…but that doesn’t mean that years later, you can just walk into my life again Michael”

“I’m sorry…” Michael said, a pained expression on his face.

“I know Mikey” You said, tears in your eyes. “Take care of yourself ok?”

Before you could turn to go, he pulled your arm to bring you into a tight embrace. You stayed like that for awhile, wrapped in his arms. It felt so nice, brought back so many good memories. But then you pulled away, kissing his cheek.

“Bye Mikey”

“Bye Y/n”

Then you left the store, refusing to loo back. So much for the guitar picks.

…..

Later when you got home, you opened twitter, needing a distraction so you wouldn’t dwell on what just happened.

However the internet was cruel.

As soon as you opened the app you saw that you had gotten over 100 new followers. You were flattered, but knew something had to be up. Sure enough, all over your feed there was a video of you and Michael singing. There were even pictures of you guys hugging and you kissing his cheek. Of course this was all the 5sos fam was talking about.

Who is she?

Oh my gosh its Y/n! Remember when they used to date?

So cute!

Think they’re back together?

These were some of many comments you read. Weird how some fans literally knew everything, you just hoped they were just really old fans who were there from the beginning.

So that was why so many people were following you, and why you were tagged by all these people.

So much for forgetting what happened. You turned off your phone and decided to call it a night, even if it was only 8. You didn’t want to deal with anything now.

…..

The next morning you were woken up by the sound of your phone ringing. You weren’t able to resist last night, and scrolled though everything everyone was saying about you, luckily mostly nice things.

“Hello?” You said groggily. You looked at the clock. 7:30. Who calls so early?

“Miss Y/n?”

“Yes…who is this?”

“My name is Joan. I’m part of the 5sos management?”

This woke you up.

“What? Um…what do you guys want with me?”

“We’d like you to come down and meet with us. We’ll send you the address. Be here in one hour. Believe me, you should come” Then she hung up.

What the hell? Sure enough you received a text message with an address seconds later.

Feeling as though you had no choice, you quickly got dressed and headed down to meet with that goddamn management that you still couldn’t bring yourself to particularly like.

…..

The address was one of those fancy hotels that held a lot of business meetings. Sure enough, the room given to you was a conference room. There was a lady already there, who you were assuming was Joan, and another man you didn’t recognize. Of course management would change, maybe this was a good thing.

“Y/n. So glad you could make it. I’m Joan.” Joan said, standing up to shake your hand then leading you to the table.

“Hello. My name is Mark.” The man shook your hand.

“Hi…so what is this about?” You asked.

“All will be explained in just a bit Y/n. We’re waiting on one more person” Mark smiled.

“Yes and in the meantime, tell us about your former relationship with Michael?” Joan asked calmly, as if she was asking about the weather and not something very personal.

“Me and Michael? Um…we dated for about a year. Then his band started to take off. And people not to different from you thought it would be a good idea for us to break things off. End of story”

Before they could answer, the door burst open and Michael came running in.

“Sorry I’m late! I was-Y/n? What are you doing here?”

“That’s what I’m waiting to find out”

“Michael. Finally. Aright now that we have the both of you together, I’ll get straight to the point. We want the both of you to date”

“Isn’t that our decision” You said while Michael said “Woah”

“For PR purposes of course. We don’t expect you guys to be in a committed relationship based off our request. Listen it will be great for the  both of you. You both used to date before, so news of you guys getting back together will be huge. Already, those pictures from yesterday are all over the place. It will give you both some positive attention. Y/n, you are releasing an album soon are you not? This could give you the perfect opportunity to  gets some publicity-”

“Wait, you’re trying to bribe her? That’s ridiculous! I mean she’d-” Michael practically yelled, but you interrupted him.

“Might just agree. I’m not as famous as you Mikey, and my music is going well, but any attention is kind of needed right now…”

“Very good Y/n-” You also cut Joan off

“Of course I would need to know what exactly this whole "PR relationship” entitle? What do you expect us to do?“

"Everything will be set up of course. Paparazzi sent to the restaurant, they take a few photos. Then of course you guys post some things on social media, make it seem as though you guys are dating. That’s really all there is to it” Mark said.

“So do we have an agreement?” Joan added

You looked at Michael.

“You’re not actually considering this are you?” Michael asked you, completely frazzled.

“Well you wanted to do dinner right? And how bad could it be? I really need this Mikey…”

Michael sighed. “Fine. For you.”

You gave him a hug and he held you tightly.

“Alright. We’ll let you guys know the time and place of your guy’s 'first date’” Joan smiled, seeming pleased.

…..

“Laser tag?” You asked Michael. When they said date, you expected dinner, maybe even a movie, but laser tag? That was the last thing you’d think of

“They may have gave me a say into what we do…” Michael grinned

“You don’t say?” You laughed

“Alright, ready for some fun?” Michael asked while buckling you into one of those heavy jackets.

“I don’t know, ready to get your ass kicked?” You teased

“You wish” Michael said, giving you a wink.

Several hours later, he had two games on you. You couldn’t believe this. And of course, Michael didn’t let you forget it.

“Not so easy to beat am I?” Michael laughed.

“Whatever Mikey…fuck you”

“Why so salty?”

“Shut up. You won, got it. End of story, may we move on?”

“Well I won, so I get a prize don’t I?”

“Prize? What on earth could you-”

You were interrupted when he suddenly smashed his lips against yours, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you close to him as he continued to kiss you so tenderly and passionately…

“That” He said when you both had pulled away. “I think that’s reward enough. I’m starved, you want some pizza?”

You just smiled, grabbing his hand, as you headed towards the food court.

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Author’s Note: That was long and ended terribly, I’m sorry. Nevertheless hope you liked it!! -Lydia

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