#welp positivity and light go well together so she's good!

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

car ride, m | kth, jjk

pairing(s): taehyung x reader x jungkook

summary: You really know how to make a car ride, er... eventful. Maybe too eventful for Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook. They try to punish you, but who are we kidding? The three of you are too busy being horny as fuck. Oh well.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, (slight) exhibitionism; intense smut (fem reader, fingering, lil cock slapping, threesome, m-receiving oral, f and m-masturbation, double penetration/spit-roasting, cum eating; also you get covered in cum, yay!); fluff; non-idol!AU; noona!reader and you’re all nymphos, welp

Technically a continuation of just kidding and ii, but can be read alone.

–

Kim Taehyung said it first.

“She’s actually insane.”

Jeon Jungkook nodded tightly; jaw clenched as he tried not to stare at you through the rearview mirror.

Thirty minutes ago, you had called Taehyung, tone casual and light.

“Hey, could you pick me up? I think I missed the last bus.”

“Hm, sure.”

“Bring Jungkook with you, please.”

And then you hung up.

Taehyung had stared at his phone, frowning. Then he went to go collect Jungkook, who was in the middle of editing a music video. He edited videos for indie bands in his spare time, kind of for fun, kind of as a passion project. He did want to be a director or video editor, after all.

“Oi, our horny little seductress called.”

Jungkook had snapped his head far too quickly, long black hair cascading against his cheek, eyes glittering with interest. Too much interest. Taehyung would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little annoyed.

“Asked you to come, so you’re driving.”

Jungkook had grinned.

“Okay.”

Except it was not okay. Very not okay.

“You can sit in the front, Tae. I need space for my bag.”

So now the three of you were sitting in Jungkook’s car, Jungkook driving, Taehyung riding shotgun as you sat in the backseat. From this position, you could see Jungkook’s black sweater and Taehyung’s camel coat. You were wearing an oversized black parka with a nine-pointed star embordered on the chest, your black leather skull-shaped purse chilling beside you. Knee-high black leather boots.

Bare legs.

That should have been their first warning sign.

“What were you doing?” Taehyung had asked as you climbed in. Jungkook started the car, pulling out of the parking garage, into the night.

“Doctor’s appointment for my wrist.” You sighed, tapping your right arm. “Just a check-up.” You pulled down the sleeve of your large parka, showing the wrist brace. “I should at least sleep with it.”

Taehyung scratched his head. “Damn, I didn’t realize your carpal tunnel was that bad.”

You waved your hand. “It’ll be fine. I’m exercising it.”

“Where to?” Jungkook chirped, stopping at a red light.

Pop.

Jungkook’s dark brown eyes flickered to the rearview mirror, narrowing. His face was lit with red from the cars in front of him. Taehyung turned around sharply. You smiled, feeling the cold air on your bare collarbones. Pop, pop, pop. The silver buttons of your parka snapped apart, revealing skin. Bare skin, the gentle curve of your breasts and cleavage. Taehyung’s dark eyes widened, as you pushed the sides apart, your naked breasts bouncing as the light turned green.

“WHAT THE FUCK?”

A car honked very loudly behind Jungkook and he was forced to press on the accelerator as Taehyung exploded, his deep voice booming as he gawked at your tits.

“Are you insane?” Taehyung shouted.

You grinned, cupping your breasts and squeezing your nipples between two fingers, mouth open, tongue tracing your teeth from side to side.

Taehyung snapped back forward, searching for police.

“She’s actually insane.”

Jungkook clenched his jaw so tight that he couldn’t say anything, trying to focus on driving and only driving, and not the sound of you moaning as you played with your breasts, pressing them together and flicking your nipples.

“Do you want us to get arrested?” Taehyung hissed, sneaking glances at you in the darkness while simultaneously darting his eyes around for literally anyone who might be able to witness your sinful lunacy.

“Taehyung, she went to the doctor like that,” Jungkook gritted out.

That thought apparently hadn’t crossed Taehyung’s mind. He whipped his head around again, eyes so wide that you paused your heinous display of lust for a second, afraid they were going to fall out of his head.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” he roared.

You grinned, holding your hands up. “I didn’t have to take my coat off, if that makes you feel better,” you said cheerfully.

Taehyung did not look like he felt better. In fact, he looked like he was going to pass out. He lifted his head to stare at the sky, mouthing silent words, running a large hand through his dark brown hair and messing it up. Your mouth watered, seeing that hand, knowing what it could do. Jungkook’s knuckles were white with how hard he was gripping the steering wheel.

“So, where are we go–?” you began, far too cheerfully for the two men in front of you.

Jungkook cut you off tightly. “Ours. You are going to our place. Now.”

“Ah,” you exhaled, smiling. “That’s good.” You nuzzled back into your seat, tits still out, nipples hard from the cold air. “That’s very good.” You spread your legs, hands clutching both sides of your black parka.

Pop, pop, pop, pop.

Jungkook nearly veered off the road.

“WHAT THE HELL?”

Taehyung was going to get whiplash with how hard he kept jerking his head back and forth. “Where the fuck are your panties?”

You placed a finger to your lips, smirking. “Oh no, I think I lost them.”

Maybe it was time to pray because Jungkook was trying very hard not to fucking die, his eyes shooting from the road, to the rearview mirror, to the road, to the mirror, veins popping in his forehead, his black hair covering his left eye. You pushed the shoulders of your parka down, spreading it open, inserting your finger into your mouth.

“Noona, don’t you fucking dare…” Jungkook warned.

But you did dare, swirling your tongue around your finger, softly moaning his name, Taehyung slack-jawed as your lashes lowered. You ground your hips into the seat, pussy already glistening as you popped your fingertip out of your mouth, making Jungkook hiss, sliding your hand down your neck, between your breasts, all the way down, down, pressing your wet finger against your clit.

Taehyung’s voice went low, dangerous.

“Are you a bad, bad girl, noona?” he growled.

You bit your lip, pressing down on your bundle of nerves, gasping. “I’m a good girl sometimes… But it’s so hard...” You rubbed your clit slowly, pushing your head back into the headrest, locking eyes with Taehyung, rocking your hips into your hand. “It’s so hard when I want to be naughty for you, Tae…”

His beautiful lips curved into a wicked smile, voice so low it was tearing through you, burning you with arousal. “Yeah? Just for me?”

You cried out softly, adding more pressure. Your eyes flickered to the rearview mirror, to Jungkook’s panicked, blown-out pupils.

“No… For Jungkook, t-too…”

“Fucking shit,” Jungkook breathed, trying to drive slow and steady so he wouldn’t die while having the biggest hard-on of his life.

Taehyung yanked the lever of the passenger’s seat, pushing down the back to get closer to you. Jungkook slammed his palm against the wheel, snarling at him, but Taehyung completely ignored his outburst, sliding up the seat. You licked your lips and rubbed yourself faster, tipping your hips in his direction.

“Fuck,” Taehyung breathed, eyes roaming over your form. “You’re so fucking hot, noona.”

“Tae…” you whined, angling yourself to him.

“You want me to touch you, noona?” Taehyung purred; eyes even darker from the low light. He lifted his hand, flexing his long fingers. “You want me to touch that naughty pussy of yours?”

You whimpered, stroking your clit, chasing your orgasm, your dripping wet hole opening and closing, begging for his fingers. He dragged himself closer, fingertips dancing on your thigh. So hot, so close, fuck, you wanted him, Taehyung and his hungry eyes.

“I want to tell you no,” he whispered, gravelly and deep. “Shit, I want to tell you no and make you get yourself off, but you’re so fucking sexy, I just have to touch that dirty little pussy.”

And then he shoved two fingers into you, making you throw your head back and moan, long and wanton, Jungkook’s frustrated cries coming from the front seat as Taehyung’s fingers squelched into you, hard and fast and rough, not letting you get used to him, but you didn’t care, didn’t give a single fuck as you fucked your hips into his fingers. Gasping his name, rutting into his hand.

“Tell me when you’re close,” Taehyung demanded. “Be a good girl and tell me when you’re close.”

You nodded tightly, feeling the car slow as Jungkook pulled into the neighborhoods, nearing your orgasm, rubbing yourself fast as Taehyung thrust his fingers into you, your head pressing against the glass window. You panted, hip rising to meet him.

“A-ah, Taehyung, your fingers feel so good, so good, so fucking good,” you gasped. “Gonna cum, gonna cum just for you, Tae, all over your hand...”

Taehyung’s eyebrow rose, a smirk on his lips as he pumped his fingers into you, watching you come undone, seeing you hit the peak. Voice low, sexy, and authoritative.

“Oh, you wish.”

And then he ripped his fingers out of you as you screamed, your juices spilling out, pussy empty and clenching, orgasm hit, but wildly unsatisfying as Taehyung lifted himself up, grinning over you, fingers slick as he slid them into his mouth, licking them off. Your cum slid all over your thighs, dripping down, falling onto the carpet of Jungkook’s car.

“T-Taehyung!” you panted indignantly, sitting up sharply. “How could you!”

He cocked his head as the car stopped. Jungkook tore himself out of the seat, practically blasting his car door open to rip open your door, snatching you from the backseat. He slammed your nakedness against his black sweater and jeans, his hard body flexed against yours. You gasped at the sudden force, skin tingling with stimulation, the aftershocks of your orgasm still trembling through you.

“Noona,” he growled into your face, bringing his dark eyes to yours. “We have to teach you a lesson.”

-

Somehow, the three of you made it into the apartment without you flashing the entire complex.

Nice.

Getting you out of your clothes was easy. You were barely wearing any after all.

Taehyung shoved you against the hallway wall, tearing off his camel coat. You grabbed his white shirt and kissed him, hard, his musky cologne filling your nose. He whispered your name against your lips, grating and dangerous, smiling as you kissed him hungrily. You changed your positions, still kissing him, pushing him into the wall as Jungkook came up behind you, rolling his hard body into your back, sandwiching your nakedness between their clothed bodies. Jungkook grabbed your head and yanked your hair back, breaking your kiss with Taehyung to crash his lips into yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth and fucking it roughly, making you whimper.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” Taehyung growled, grabbing your thighs and hoisting them up to hook them around his waist. You leaned against Jungkook’s chest, holding your upper body up Taehyung licked up your breasts, latching his lips to your nipple. You whined in Jungkook’s mouth, hands coming up to grab the black fabric of his sweater, back arching. Taehyung’s large hands found your ass, smacking it once before gripping it tightly.

“You’re so naughty,” Jungkook murmured against your lips, right hand snaking around your waist, in between your legs. Taehyung narrowed his eyes at him, but Jungkook was focused on you and only you, your panting mouth as Taehyung sucked on your nipples, switching between them. “Dirty girl, walking around the city without underwear,” Jungkook purred, watching you gasp as he slid his fingers in between Taeyang’s clothed stomach and your dripping pussy. “Were you thinking about us all day, desperate for our cocks to fill you up?”

Your arms encircled Jungkook’s neck as you moaned, head against his broad shoulder as he began to rub your clit.

“Y-yes…”

Jungkook’s breath so hot against your neck as Taehyung spread your nipples with his tongue. You rocked your hips into his stomach, so wet Taehyung’s white t-shirt squelched against his skin, Jungkook’s fingers rubbing you hard and fast, racing you to your orgasm.

“You’re such a bad girl, noona. What are we going to do with you? Should we give you cock?” Jungkook snarled, so low and dangerous that you shivered, crying out Taehyung’s name as he nipped at your nipple, sending shocks of pain through you.

“P-please…” you panted, eyes rolling back as Jungkook pinched your clit, your hips grinding into Taehyung’s shirt. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…”

Taehyung removed his mouth sharply and you whined, nipples dripping with his saliva.

“You think you deserve cock, noona?” Taehyung barked, spanking your ass hard as he spoke, punctuating his words with slaps. “You’ve been such a bad, bad girl. Should we even let you finish?”

You were nearly sobbing now, knowing you were so close, so close, breath hitching as Jungkook violently stroked you to orgasm.

“P-please… Please, Taehyung, let me cum, please, I need to cum so bad, please…”

Taehyung smirked, locking eyes with Jungkook.

“Aw, too bad I’m not the one pleasuring you.”

And then Jungkook tore his hand from you, making you wail, orgasm met, but wholly unsatisfying as you leaked all over Taehyung’s stomach, legs shaking, almost slipping if it wasn’t for Jungkook’s strong arms catching you. You clenched Jungkook’s sweater, yanking hard.

“You guys are so fucking mean!”

Taehyung chuckled as your legs slid down, down, gently placing you on the floor. He looked down at his white t-shirt and shook his head.

“You made a mess.”

You glared at him and then at Jungkook, who gave you an arrogant smirk.

“Sorry, noona. You nearly killed us all with your antics, after all.”

“Are you saying it wasn’t fun?” you countered.

Jungkook’s smirk grew. “It’s fun punishing you too.”

You narrowed your eyes, but quickly became distracted with Taehyung stepping away from the wall, pointing to the door at the end of the hall.

“Go.” A command.

That wasn’t Taehyung’s room. You tilted your head. You’d never been in Jungkook’s room before.

“Now.”

Your eyes shifted to Jungkook and he cocked his chin in the same direction. You frowned but went, legs still unsteady. Jungkook began to walk after you, but Taehyung grabbed his forearm, stopping him.

“Jungkook.”

The younger man turned his head to look at him. Taehyung’s expression was very stern, almost cold.

“There can be no one else,” he said quietly. “I’ll kill you if you hurt her.”

Jungkook blinked. He had never seen Taehyung so serious over a woman. Sure, Taehyung dated and fucked around, but he let things go quite easily most of the time. Jungkook placed a hand over his, staring straight into Taehyung’s eyes.

“Okay.”

Taehyung’s grip tightened, eyes hardening.

Jungkook smiled, lowering his hand.

“Trust me, hyung, she’s more than enough for me. I don’t need anyone else.”

After a long moment, Taehyung let him go, turning away to go to his room. Jungkook looked after him, rubbing his arm. He turned away, gazing at his now open door. A weird feeling overcame him, a strange push and pull, before he brushed it aside and walked to his bedroom. Jungkook stopped at the doorframe.

And was greeted by the sight of you sprawled out in his gaming chair, holding one of his t-shirts against your chest, inhaling deeply as your eyes closed, right hand between your legs. Your wrist brace was making it difficult to go fast, so instead you stroked your clit slowly, breathing in the scent of his residual cologne that clung to his clothes, paying little attention to the fact that Jungkook was now watching you, amused. 

"You really are a horny little seductress, aren't you?'

You grinned hearing his deep voice, eyes still closed. You rubbed the fabric against your nipples, moaning at the sensation. 

“How often do you sit here, jacking off while thinking about me?” you wondered out loud.

Jungkook clicked his tongue, making you open your eyes.

“Too often.”

You licked your lips, purring his name enticingly. His lips curved into a lazy smirk.

Ah.

Jungkook was just so very, very sexy and he knew it.

Your eyes admired him for a moment. The right side of his hair pinned back, revealing his undercut. Long dark locks obscuring the left side of his face, hiding his angular cheekbone, framing his chiseled jaw and mischievous eyes. He stepped into the room, reaching down and crossing his arms, pulling his sweater up and over his head. You sucked in a breath. His toned torso, lean and tan. His right arm, covered in tattoos, flexing as he pulled the clothing over his head, mussing up his hair. It curled a bit around his forehead. Fuck, both his arms, shapely and strong, deliberately tensing them to make you gasp. Jungkook raised his right hand, tiny tattoos flashing as he beckoned you to him.

“Come here.”

You stood up from his chair slowly, his t-shirt sliding down your body and onto the floor. Light, careful steps as he circled the bed, putting it between you and him. You crawled onto the bed on all fours, hands digging into his slate gray sheets as he stepped to the very edge of the bed, undoing the button of his black jeans, zipping it down as you approached him, nearly moaning when you pushed them past his hips, pressing your face into his black underwear, breathing hotly against his erection. Your eyes traveled back up to him, tongue sliding out and pressing wetly against his clothed cock.

“Fuck,” Jungkook breathed. “You’re so fucking hot.”

You grinned as he pushed his underwear down, his cock springing up to smear pre-cum against your cheek, already dripping from lack of stimulation. You went from base to tip, swirling your tongue all over, watching Jungkook’s head fall back as you took him in your mouth, so wet, so hot, so tight. Took it all the way down, feeling him swell in your mouth deliciously, his strong hand gripping the back of your head, keeping you there.

“Ah, such nice lips…” he purred, releasing your head so you could bob up and down, slowly. “That’s it, noona, just like that.”

You did, keeping a measured but deep pace, sucking in your cheeks. He hissed at the added stimulation, rocking his hips into your face. Jungkook looked back down, seeing you observing him, crouching on your hands and knees, your ass up in the air.

“Look at you, noona,” he murmured, reaching down to tweak your nipple. “So good at swallowing cock, so good at taking it all.”

You whimpered, rubbing your thighs together. Jungkook took both your nipples and pulled, making you groan around his cock. He thrust his hips into your mouth and you almost choked, hands suddenly coming up to grab his thighs. He shushed you, rubbing your nipples soothingly as he pulled out of your mouth, cock slapping your chin wetly.

“On your back. Show me that pretty pussy of yours.”

You scooted back, spreading your legs. Jungkook went to his desk, opening a drawer, watching you as you gripped each side of your thighs, spreading them further, your glistening slit out in the open. You flexed your vaginal muscles, opening and closing, making him suck a tight breath as he rolled the condom on.

“Fuck, that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

He climbed onto the bed, trailing his eyes up to your face and your half-lidded eyes, mouth open, panting his name.

“J-Jungkook, please…”

He smiled. “What is it, noona? What do you want?”

You wiggled your hips into his bed. “Your cock, please, Jungkook, I need it…”

He smacked his length against your clit, earning a sharp gasp. You pushed your head back into his sheets, whining as Jungkook slapped your swollen clit repeatedly with his cock, hard and fast, smearing it with lubrication from the condom. He was so hard that it almost hurt if it wasn’t for the lube.

“Is this enough for you?” Jungkook taunted. “Or does my naughty girl want more?”

“I-inside, please, a-ah, Jungkook, it’s t-too sensitive.…”

He stopped for only a split second before thrusting himself inside you, hissing as you sucked him in, previous stimulations already readying you for him. You rolled your hips, arching your back and gasping his name as Jungkook began, long, deep strokes that made you clench and shudder, aching for more. But before you could say anything, a familiar weight landed on the bed near your head.

Your eyes widened seeing Taehyung’s naked body, strong and handsome, tan skin glowing. His stoic, almost arrogant expression burned into your memory as he hovered over you, stroking his cock leisurely. He pressed it against your cheek, the warm, velvety head smearing pre-cum against your cheek. You tried to turn, but he used his free hand to hold your head still, shutting his eyes as he enjoyed himself.

“Fuck, even your cheek is so soft…” he murmured.

You whined but he shushed you, pressing a finger to your lips as he stroked himself faster, harder, Jungkook deep strokes sliding you up and down the bed. He used your face to stimulate the head, your lips, your cheeks, rocking his hips, smacking you in your face with his balls. Over and over as Jungkook thrust into you, watching your wanton expression as Taehyung’s pre-cum coated your skin. You could hear Taehyung’s breathing becoming shallow, clenching his jaw and closing his eyes.

“Gonna cum on your pretty tits, noona,” Taehyung murmured. “All over your tits, and then I’m going to fuck your mouth.”

You whimpered, watching his shoulders tense as he raised himself over you, Jungkook still fucking you agonizingly slowly, his thick cock stretching you out as Taehyung sucked in a breath, hissing your name tightly. You could only watch, breathless, as white strings squirted out, smacking you hotly in the chest with his thick cum, shuddering as you felt it spread out like fucking cake icing on your nipples and breasts. Jungkook moaned, watching the cum drip downwards, all over your skin.

“Open up,” Taehyung commanded and you opened your mouth. He slid in, readjusting himself so that he was above your head, legs on either side of you, facing Jungkook. He filled your mouth, almost too much even though he just orgasmed. You had to push your head up so he sank deeper into your throat, sticky from Taehyung’s cum soaking into your chest.

Oh, fuuuuck.

Stuffed from front to back, tits covered in cum, neck and back arched uncomfortably to accommodate the two cocks spearing into you, pussy throbbing and orgasming at the thought alone. And feeling it, oh God, feeling so full, so dirty, so used by both Taehyung and Jungkook at the same time made your eyes roll back into your head, tightening the muscles of both holes, muffled moans as you heard Jungkook grunt with effort and Taehyung’s hiss of pleasure. Taehyung controlled the pace as he fucked your face, carefully thrusting into your throat, staring at Jungkook’s dark hair bouncing as he fucked you.

Jungkook seemed to feel his gaze. He looked up.

Taehyung cocked an eyebrow at him.

Then he grabbed Jungkook’s head and forced it down, Jungkook’s eyes widening as he watched your cum-covered tits bounce back and forth, hard nipples swaying in the air. He rammed his hips into you and you whimpered, breasts bouncing harder so he fucked you even rougher, fascinated. Wet, lewd slapping sounds as he watched Taehyung’s cock disappear and reappear from your throat, covered in saliva, so messy that you were drooling down your chin, whining as you gripped his sheets. He felt liquid leaking down his thighs from your orgasms, your pussy clenching around him.

It was so much, so fucking much, Jungkook lifting your legs so he could go deeper, rubbing against your clit punishingly as Taehyung fucked your mouth, his tense thighs indicating that he was close. It made your entire body strain with effort and pleasure, head empty except chasing your orgasm over and over, smitten with the idea of being used like a fucktoy.

“S-so fucking good,” Taehyung groaned. “Such a good girl, taking so much cock all at once.”

“Fuck, I’m going to–”

But Jungkook didn’t get to finish because you wailed around Taehyung’s cock, pussy throbbing as you came, ripping his orgasm from him. He gasped sharply, slamming into you as his cock jerked into your walls, pulsing with you, gripping his entire length. So tight, but soft, his eyelids fluttering at the experience.

It only took Taehyung a few more pumps before he moaned your name, spilling down your throat, almost falling onto Jungkook as you sucked it out of him, swallowing greedily. He inhaled sharply as he snapped his head down to watch your throat constrict repeatedly, drinking it all and squeezing the head with your lips. Taehyung taped your side repeatedly, trying to get you to release him.

“Please, noona, too s-sensitive…”

You unlocked your jaw, gulping a huge vat of air as you realized you could breathe again. Taehyung pushed himself off you, falling against the wooden headboard as Jungkook carefully pulled out. You whined at the loss, back and neck aching. Every nerve hummed, brimming with pleasure, shaking you to your core.

It was glorious.

You panted, lowering your head to look down at Jungkook, dark eyes flashing as sweat from his angular jaw dripped onto your legs. He smirked at you, peeling the condom off and wrapping his hand around his still-hard, slick cock. Your breath caught in your throat as he began to furiously jack himself off, scooting on his knees to get closer to you, right in between your legs.

“J-Jungkook…”

The mole under his chin winked at you as he grinned. “Do you love it when you’re covered in cum, noona?” he panted, licking his lips. “Do you love it when Taehyung and I cum all over you?”

You moaned, your hands sliding up your breasts, smearing Taehyung’s drying cum even more, pinching your nipples as Jungkook gasped, pupils blown wide, eyes locked on your every move.

“Yes, Jungkook, I love it. I love being covered in your and Taehyung’s cum.”

He hissed, hips rocking into his hand as you made your lewd, obscene noises, body shaking as you waited for him. It didn’t take him very long before he groaned, towering over you as it shot out of him, showering you with creamy, salty strings of his orgasm. You dipped your fingers into it, scooping it into your mouth, sighing in satisfaction as Jungkook’s taste mixed with Taehyung’s in your throat, eating up as much a you could, and wiping the rest on your skin, relishing in the dirty act.

You were already prepared to do it again.

You heard Jungkook stumble off to the bathroom as you laid there, panting.

"Are you happy?" Taehyung asked, reaching down to pat your head. 

You grinned, bending your head back to look up at him upside down. He seemed surprised at your energy but smiled as you licked your lips, eyes clouded with lust. 

"So, so happy, Taehyungie."

He chuckled, dark eyes gazing into yours. You sensed a shift in his demeanor. For some reason, a calm, comforting feeling came over you when Taehyung looked at you. He bent down, his hands cupping your face, thumbs caressing your cheeks. He whispered your name, low and secretive, sending a shiver down your spine. You stared into his neck, watching his Adam’s apple bob as he spoke. His breath against your lips, tickling them.

"I’ll give you whatever you want."

You blinked slowly, lips parting. Now his lips were even closer, touching yours. 

"I'll do everything in my power to satisfy you."

And then Taehyung kissed you, intoxicating you with his touch, his scent, his intensity of his lips against yours, tongue thrusting into your mouth. You moaned, thighs rubbing together, clutching Jungkook's sheets, your body trembling as you kissed him. He held you protectively, fingertips pressing into your skin.

"Damn, do you two need a room?" came Jungkook's amused voice.

You broke the kiss softly, pecking Taehyung on the nose lightly before sliding down to Jungkook’s playful expression at the foot of the bed. He was holding a towel, raising at eyebrow at you. You sat up, grinning far too wide, making his smile falter a bit.

“Uh oh.”

“Come here, Jungkookie…”

“Please, we’re only men–gah!”

-

The next day, you dragged a seat next to Taehyung's gaming chair. He looked up as you sat down, still scrolling with his mouse. 

"What's up?" he asked. His voice was smooth, even. He gave you a quizzical look as you laid your head against his shoulder. "You want to fuck again?" he added, smirking. 

"No," you pouted, nestling your head on his shoulder. He was reading the new set of League of Legends patch notes. "Just want to be near you."

You saw the reflection of his smile in the computer monitor. He reached over and patted your head, making you hum in bliss. You two stayed like that for a moment, him scrolling periodically as he read, your head against his shoulder. 

Jungkook popped in, wearing a leather jacket over his white hoodie and jeans. He waved a USB drive.

"Gotta drop this off. I'll be back," he said merrily to Taehyung before leaning down to kiss you on the cheek. You turned your head, meeting his lips, and snuck your tongue into his mouth. 

Jungkook pulled back quickly, narrowing his eyes at you. "No. Bad girl."

You blinked innocently at him. "What'd I do?"

Jungkook glared at you, trying not to smile. "I have things to do. Let me kiss you normally."

Taehyung laughed deep from his chest, rumbling his shoulder you were leaning against. "Good luck with that."

Your smile widened. Smugly.

Too smugly. 

Jungkook backed away, pointing a finger at you. He was smiling too now, playful and mirthful.

"Later, you horny little seductress."

He left, winking. 

Taehyung patted your head again, his large hand massaging your scalp. 

"You sure you don't want to fuck?" he teased. 

-

continuation: christmas eve

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[darlingyanderes]

Could you do yandere ochako, momo, and midnight (if you dont do any of these characters you can choose I guess) (also separate plz)who got hit with a quirk that turns them into males. And for the longest time they wanted to have a baby with their fem s/o so now they were like "OH SHIT I HAVE A DICK NOW WELP ITS TIME TO FUCK!"lol feel free to ignore me lol😻

Oh my, a very spicy request indeed! Thank you for your request :D I decided to only go with Midnight, because I was afraid that I would write three stories that are a bit too similar, so I hope you don’t mind!! I hope you like what I wrote for you :)

Warnings: nsfw, Midnight grows a dick, impregnation, implied non-con-ish at the end 

Word count: 1406

Strange attack - Yandere!Midnight x fem!reader (NSFW)

(Y/N) pressed the doorbell and waited patiently for the door to open. She quickly ran her hands through her hair to make sure she looked nice. After all, her girlfriend had invited her over for dinner; she had to look perfect.

A dumb smile made its way on (Y/N)’s face. Girlfriend. Even though they’d been dating for so long, it still sounded special to her. They had just been co-workers until she confessed to Midnight a long time ago. At the time, she couldn’t possibly believe that someone as cool and cute as Midnight actually accepted her feelings, nor that she actually felt the same way towards her.

Even though she was particularly excited for this dinner-date, she was a bit worried about Midnight. They had been fighting some villain together that day and Midnight was hit by one of his attacks. Instantly, she fell to her knees and stared into space with wide eyes. (Y/N) remembered how shocked she looked. When she asked if Midnight was okay, she quickly snapped out of her trance-like state and mumbled a quick ‘yes’ before rejoining the battle.

In the end, they managed to defeat the villain and capture him, but that encounter seemed to have had quite the impact on Midnight. Perhaps the others didn’t notice because they didn’t know her as well, but (Y/N) certainly saw the small changes in her behaviour. She tried to touch (Y/N) every chance she got, whether it be putting a hand on her wrist or standing so close their shoulders were touching. Every time (Y/N) glanced over at her, she saw that Midnight had been staring at her with a slight blush on her face. At first, she dismissed it as things that fresh lovey-dovey couples do, but as time went on she realised that for Midnight, this kind of behaviour wasn’t normal.

Something was off.

(Y/N) sighed as she played with her hair. Perhaps she’d find out what’s going on when she talks to Midnight.

It didn’t take long before (Y/N) hear hurried footsteps approaching the door, which promptly swung open to reveal Midnight. (Y/N) smiled at her and waved, excited to see her again, but she hesitated in her movements when she took a good look at Midnight. She was also smiling, but it wasn’t her regular smile. It was hungry, more of a grin. Her eyes were strange too, they were almost feverish when they were scanning (Y/N) up and down.

Suddenly, Midnight grabbed (Y/N)’s shoulders and dragged her inside her home, quickly shutting the door behind them. She pushed (Y/N) with her back against the wall, caging her in with her arms. Leaning in so close their lips almost touched, she said in a husky voice: “You know, since that villain attacked me, I’ve felt so strange. Even now that feeling is still here.”

She pushed (Y/N) legs apart with her knee and pressed her body against hers, her breasts squishing against (Y/N)’s. Midnight’s lips placed butterfly kisses over her cheek, over her neck, and collarbone. (Y/N) felt her face flushing a bright red, but she quickly recovered. Being partners with Midnight also meant regularly doing stuff like this together, although she’s being a bit more straightforward than usual today. She wrapped her arms around her back to pull her even closer, but she stopped when she felt something hard against her thigh. Something hard and rod-like.

What?

Midnight seemed to have noticed her reaction and brought her lips to her ear. “Do you feel it? It’s strange, right? To be honest, right after that attack, I felt something down there and when I checked it out later, I discovered that I have this now.”

After saying those ominous words, she leaned back. After unzipping her pants and pulling them down, a large cock sprung in sight. It was so hard and twitching so much that it looked about ready to burst.

Wrapping one hand around it, Midnight starting pumping up and down her length while biting her lip. “It feels really good when I do this. Do you want to see how good it can make you feel?”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened in surprise. How on Earth did this happen? Did anything else change in Midnight, too? How long would this last? She had to take her to the hospital immediately and try to find some way to reverse all of this!

Midnight leaned in closer again, pressing their bodies snug against each other. She placed light kisses along her jawline, as the knee between (Y/N)’s legs travelled higher until it reached her crotch. Using her knee, Midnight rubbed her through her panties. After placing her hand at the back of her neck, Midnight roughly pulled (Y/N) into a heated kiss, making (Y/N)’s head go completely blank. The hospital left her mind; only Midnight remained.

Without any warning, Midnight lifted (Y/N) up and brought her to the bedroom. After throwing (Y/N) on the bed, she quickly climbed on top of her and trapped her in her arms. In a haze of kisses and arms traveling across each other’s bodies, their clothes ended up on the floor.

Midnight positioned herself at (Y/N)’s entrance and prodded at her lips with her new dick. Every time her dick came into contact with her skin, shudders ran down her back. “It already feels so good, I can’t wait to see how good it will feel once I’m actually inside!”

(Y/N) put her hand around her cock an lead it to her opening. In a desperate voice, she whined: “Come on, just put it in already.”

“Your wish is my command.”

With those words, Midnight pounded into (Y/N)’s hips, driving her dick deep inside of her. (Y/N) gasped at the sudden movement. As Midnight slowly began moving, she dug her nails into Midnight’s back. It felt so much different than when they used strap-ons, so much better. She could feel every bump, every vein on the surface of her dick. It didn’t take long before her brain had turned to mush and she was reduced to a moaning panting mess.

Midnight was the same. As she repeatedly thrusted inside of her, drool started rolling out of her mouth as she moaned: “(Y/N), you feel so good. My hips won’t stop moving!”

With every thrust, (Y/N) could feel the knot inside her stomach tightening further as Midnights’ dick starting twitching more and more inside of her. Midnight clamped down on (Y/N)’s hips with one final thrust, before releasing her seed with a load grunt. The sudden warm feeling drove (Y/N) over the edge;  as she came, her walls clamped down on her dick, as if to squeeze out every last drop of cum.

Panting, (Y/N) relaxed onto the bed. However, Midnight soon started pounding into her again. Shocked, (Y/N) looked up at Midnight, who had a disturbed look on her face. She squished (Y/N)’s cheeks with one hand and forced her to keep eye-contact with her.

“I’m not done with you yet. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t speak anymore. Trust me, after I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. I’ll fill up that tight little pussy of yours with so much cum you have no choice but to get pregnant.”

A look of confusion dawned on (Y/N)’s face. Pregnant?

Midnight thrusted roughly into her, hitting the opening to her uterus. All coherent thought left (Y/N) as she felt ecstasy run through her body at every thrust.

“Remember that talk we had, about wanting kids? This way, we won’t have to adopt. It’ll be our child, our biological child. I’ll fuck you real good, I’ll fuck a kid right into you.”

As she spoke, her movements became quicker and more frantic. (Y/N) could barely listen to the things she was saying. All she could focus on was how good she felt.

Midnights’ grip on (Y/N)’s face became tighter. “We’ll be a perfect little family. I’ll provide for you and you’ll take care of the kids. We’ll be together forever, you have no choice once I knock you up.”

(Y/N) knew she should’ve protested, put a stop to it right then and there, but she just couldn’t. Everything was a haze and even if she wanted to speak, she doubted she could make comprehensible sentences.

Midnight started pounding deep inside of her, making her see stars. “I won’t stop until I filled you up completely with my cum.”

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[parkers-gal]

can u do one where is ag!reader’s birthday party and there’s a lot of celebrities there (like rihanna, beyonce, kylie, doja, megan...) and she introduce tom and the boys too to them? i love your writing 🥺💙

aww🥺

this sucks but i tried lol

wc: 1.8k

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“C’mon, babes!” You pull him into your side. “It’ll be so much fun! And besides, you’re a social butterfly. You’ll fit right in,” you smile with some extra pep, and Tom laughs in response, finally nodding in agreement.

“Alright. But don’t touch your present until it’s time.” “I won’t!” You squeal. “That was one time!”

“One time too many!”

“Fine, fine,” you stand up. “C’mon, take a shower with me.”

Tom raises a brow, “Oh?”

“It’s my birthday,” you smirk, “I can have whatever I want.”

“That indeed, darling,” he’s pulled up by your arms, and the two of you go off to get ready for the party in just a few hours.

Finally, forty minutes later, you’ve dressed and prepared to drive down to the country club you’ve rented out for the party. You don’t normally make such a big deal about your birthday, but because of the success of your recent album, you know everyone would want to rejoice after all the time in quarantine.

Applying your last bit of lip liner, Tom comes strolling in while adjusting his Rolex watch. He reaches for the comb sitting in the top drawer, and you admire how sensual he looks getting ready.

“See something you like, love?”

“Ah ah ah,” You stop him. “I get free access to gawk over your hands. Today is shame-free, baby,” You do the rock ‘n’ roll sign for dramatics, and Tom teasingly rolls his eyes.

“Okay, go sit in the car, love. I need to get your present into the trunk while you aren’t eyeing my hands.”

“Yeah yeah,” You wave him off, and as you leave the bathroom, Tom playfully slaps your ass, sparking a giggle from you.

Afterward, when you finally do arrive, your mom and close friends/choreographers have already made sure the setup was complete. The first few guests to arrive are your closest confidants: Victoria Monet, Tommy Brown, Scootie and Mikey, Tayla Parx, and Courtney Chipolone.

“You look good, girl!” Victoria greets you with a soft hug, her highlight accentuating the beautiful shades of her skin.

“You too!” you reciprocate her excitement.

“And happy birthday,” she holds you at arm’s length before turning to Tom. “Treating the birthday girl well?”

“Of course, of course,” he clasps his hands together and smiles so wide that his eye crinkles show. You smile at that, hand going to the small of his back to pull him closer.

More people arrive, and soon enough the hall is packed and you’ve lost Tom in a crowd of familiar faces. You see him sitting at the bar, engaging in conversation with his brother Sam and Scott, your choreographer. Deciding to make your way over to him, you’re halfway through the bunch of the crowd when Abel stops you to catch up.

“Oh-! Can I be right back?”

He nods with a smile, sipping his cocktail and letting you run off again. Quickly, you make your way to the barstool that seats Tom.

“Hey love,” he greets.

“Hi, baby,” You curl into his side, waving gently to the boys sitting beside him. “C’mon, I want you to meet some people.”

“Welp,” Tom stands, “That’s my cue.” The three of them share a laugh and then he’s linking his hand with yours and letting you take the lead.

“You know The Weeknd, right?”

“What?” Tom stops, and because his hand is linked with yours it stops you too. “No, love, that’s- I’m- you can’t introduce me to him!”

“Why not?” You giggle. “He’s just a person.”

“Yeah, and extremely talented and successful person who my brother happens to obsess over.” You roll your eyes teasingly while beginning to pull him along again. “You’ll be fine, you big baby. Besides, he’s always wanted to meet you.”

“Alright,” he mumbles, still nervous but trusting you. Before long, he’s standing in front of the “After Hours,” singer, shaking his hand and engrossing himself in easy conversation. It flows so well that Tom almost doesn’t remember being nervous to meet him.

“I’m gonna get a refill,” He excuses himself. “It was great to catch up, Y/N/N. And nice meeting you, Tom,” he pats Tom’s shoulder as the two of you wave him goodbye.

Tom lets out a heavy breath, one of relief and pure excitement from having just met another big-time celebrity.

“Look at you, big guy,” you tease, tapping his shoulders in a taunting manner. Tom rolls his eyes and chuckles, catching your hands with his and pulling you to his chest for an almost kiss.

“Shut up,” he mumbles.

“Make me.”

And he does — with his lips. When the two of you separate, you spot a group of girls in the corner and you immediately light up. Tom doesn’t have time to process what’s happening before you’re tugging him along to another side of the room.

“C’mon! There‘re more people I want you to meet!”

“Love! I’m not prepared!” he whisper-shouts. You ignore his pleas and enlargen the circle of familiar friends.

“Girlies!” they squeal as you greet them. “It’s good to see you all! There’s someone I wanna introduce you all to…” You pull Tom along, who’s a blushing, bashful mess of British and messy curls. “Tom, this is Doja, Megan, and Nicki.” You gesture to each one as you say their names. “Guys, this is Tom, my boyfriend.”

“The one you always talk about in the studio?”

“Oh, that one! In all your pictures! He’s the one on your lock screen, right?”

Nicki chuckles from behind her champagne glass, observing the encounter unravel.

“Is that so, darling?” Tom eyes you, and you groan dramatically. “Didn’t know you were so head over heels for me.”

“Oh… hush,” you sass him, and everyone laughs.

“A little birdie told me you had something to do with the makings of Positions…” Nicki teases.

You gasp, feigning shock. “I never should’ve told you that! Ugh,” You groan again, and everyone laughs at your flustered state. “I slipped up one time. One! Time!”

“Feel free to keep slipping up, then,” Tom teases. You lightly slap his upper chest and he giggles, pulling you in to steal another kiss.

“Y/N says you’ve just wrapped filming with Zendaya…?” Doja suggests, and Tom immediately lights up again.

“Oh, yeah! Spider-man three. Actually, I think Daya may be here.”

“She is,” You confirm. “She’s with Jacob and Harry by the pool table.”

“I’m gonna introduce myself,” Doja smiles slyly, and you and Tom share a laugh at her antics. Megan trails after her, champagne glass still in her hands.

“Don’t embarrass me!” She stops to speak to you one last time. “Oh, and happy birthday, Y/N. It was really nice meeting you, Tom,” she waves and Tom returns the gesture.

The two of you are left alone with Nicki, who’s speaking to a man that Tom guesses to be her boyfriend. You pull Tom along again, settling by the snack table to grab a few churros and pretzels.

“So? Whaddya think?”

“Megan had really nice nails,” He says through bites.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” he smiles, though his mouth is stuffed. “Super pretty.”

“Well, I’ll make sure to tell her.”

Tom chuckles softly, sipping some bottled water. You watch the way his jawline accentuates and you have to force your eyes away from his soft skin and back to the cinnamon delight in your hands.

“Nicki is literally just like her songs. Like- she talks in the same way. It’s so funny.”

“Yeah,” you lick your lips, mindlessly giving Tom the rest of your churro while he hands you his half-empty water bottle. “She’s such an entertaining person. It’d be fun to get together with her one day.”

“Definitely,” Tom smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Who’s next?”

“I think Kylie and her sister are here.”

“Oh my god,” he swallows. “Is Stormi here?”

“Of course you’d ask that.” You roll your eyes, putting the bottle into the recycling bin and pulling Tom towards a gathering of couches and lounge chairs. When you spot her, Travis Scott is taking pictures for what you assume to be her Instagram. She’s dressed in a skin-tight dress and some elegant heels, and you make a mental note to compliment her later.

“Kylie!” You make yourself known. She lets out a soft “oh!” and stands immediately to hug you. Travis turns his phone off and shakes Tom’s hand while you talk with Kylie. “It’s good to see you.”

“And you! Happy birthday,” She smiles before turning to Tom.

“Hey. I’m Tom. Y/N’s-”

“Boyfriend,” She finishes, shaking his hand. “I’m Kylie.”

When you notice Travis making his way back over to the three of you, you see Stormi in his arms and from your peripheral vision, Tom is bouncing on his feet in excitement.

“Stormi, this is Tom. He wanted to meet you,” Travis whispers softly, setting her down on her feet. She gravitates towards Tom, and the two of them start talking rather passionately about something fun. You chuckle at them, but you can’t help admiring Tom for his skills with kids.

You talk with Kylie about the past few months, and after several minutes, you see Harry and Harrison making their way over to you and Tom.

“And who’s this little lady?” Harrison smiles when Stormi giggles, and he kneels to her level.

“Stormi,” She says softly. Both Harrison and Tom clap and praise the sweet girl for introducing herself all on her own. Tom takes a seat on one of the lounge chairs, and Stormi finds comfort on his left leg while playing with his right hand. They discuss which nail polish colors would be best with Tom’s look, and you indulge in Kylie’s newest beauty and skincare products.

Later on, you’re back at the snack table with Tom, and after sufficiently filling up, you offer another suggestion. “Up for meeting Madonna again?”

Tom’s eyes widen and he groans, shaking his head in panic. “No. Absolutely not. Not after what happened last time-”

“Okay, okay, okay,” you say between laughs, grabbing his hand to calm him down. You wrap your arms around his neck and link your hands, leaning against him in a slow-dance position. His hands find the skin of your waist in comfort. The moment doesn’t last long when you notice Tom’s brothers making their way over with a glint in their eyes — you know they want something.

“What do you divs want?” Tom asks, playfully rolling his eyes.

“Well…”

“We heard Nicki Minaj is here,” Harrison interrupts Sam.

“Would you introduce us?” Harry beams in hope. He looks almost nervous, albeit still excited, about asking. Whether that’s because you might say no, or because she’s one of his favorite artists, neither you nor Tom know.

Separating from Tom, you let out a deep and exasperated breath, smiling goodbye and unlinking your hand with his. “Here we go again!” You whisper while the boys pull you along in the direction of the Queen of Rap.

#tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland x ag!reader #ag!reader #tom holland x singer!reader #tom holland x famous!reader #tom holland x celebrity!reader #tom holland fic #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fluff #tom holland imagine #tom holland oneshot #tom holland blurb #tom holland fluffy #tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #fic

[thelittleboyfromloveactually]

Two Shorten the Road

part 1

joel dawson x reader

warnings: cussing? idk, bad writing.....fluff, cuteness, monsters(is this a warning), mentions of death, SPOILERS

word count: 2154

prompt: when your best friend decides to leave your colony to go find the love of his life, you decide to join him on his journey even if you aren’t so happy about where this journey is going

Welp I did it, I took it into my own hands. I am writing a joel dawson series. Because we👏need 👏more👏joel👏fics👏 it’s basically the movie, almost the same script but obviously slightly different…ENJOY! <3

No one in my generation or later had a typical upbringing, I mean some of us did but then the world ended. This type of thing sounds straight out of some apocalyptic movie, but we basically live in one now. Agatha 616, an asteroid heading straight for earth, I know, so original. So we all came together and did what we do best, blow things up. Yup, we blew up teh asteroid, and humanity was saved! We thought. But here’s the thing about rockets, they are made of a bunch of chemical compounds which eventually rained back down on earth. Suddenly there were these Aileen creatures that mutated and started eating us. Ants, lizards, roaches, crocodiles, you name it. Our president was even killed by a giant moth. Ya….not so original now huh? We suddenly need tanks to kill ants, oh man I remember the good old days when a shoe would do just fine. Sometimes even the tanks didn’t work. Eventually the really big ones and our military took each other out and we lost 95% of the human population in a year! Those of us who survived hid, bunkers, caves, panic rooms, all around the world. So for the last seven years I’ve been hiding in an underground bunker. It’s really not as bad as it sounds, and it’s better than getting eaten alive. It’s a great group of people and we all love each other.

“Are you sure they’re asleep?”

“Who?”

“Y/N and joel!”

“Oh ya I’m sure”

“Joel? Y/n?”

“He’s asleep”

Actually we are both awake. Me and my best friend joel have kinda mastered faking being asleep. Our beds are right across from each other so we normally just lie there and make stupid faces at each other. We are the only two single people in our bunker. Nice huh? Joel is my best friend. I met him when I joined the colony. He’s the sweetest. It’s funny cause everyone thinks we should just have sex already because that’s literally all everyone else does. But we are way above that. Anyway, joel is in love with his girlfriend from before the colony, her name is Aimee. With one “I” and two “e”s. He loves to talk about her, he writes her letters. So in reality, I am the only one who is not in love in this bunker. I’ve never had a boyfriend, ever, even before the world ended.

We don’t really get any sleep. The moaning kinda keeps us awake. I got up and out of my bed and headed for the kitchen. I heard Joel’s bed creak and then his footsteps as he followed behind me. Another annoying thing about being down here is that to get to the kitchen from my room, you have to walk though other people’s bedrooms. Oh shit, they are busy, why would they leave their door open. Me and Joel stopped.

“Oh” joel and I said in unison

“Hey Y/N! Hey Joel!” Ava said

“Oh hey Ava” Joel said, we didn’t dare look over to our left.

“Y/N how’s it going?” Tim asked

“T-totally good tim, h-how are you doing” I asked

“Yeah, good” he responded

“I uh we couldn’t sleep” said Joel looking at the ceiling

“Ya we know the feeling” Ava said with a laugh

“Yeah probably not for the…..same reasons” joel said looking straight ahead

“Your guyses door was open, did you…did you know that?” I asked

“Yeah we know” they said

I shook my head and knitted my eyebrows together

“Okay” joel trailed off

Ever since Tim’s parents were eaten by a swarm of termites he and Ava have gotten really close, in every way.

“Okay, goodnight” joel said as we walked

Basically everyone is coupled up down here, a baby was born last winter! Welcome to the apocalypse kid. Ok if we ever get out of this, that would be an awesome story to tell your kids. “Oh ya I was born in an underground bunker doing a monster apocalypse” “yes exactly like World War Z but with bugs bigger than a 5 story building”. I mean come on.

So your probably wonder how the hell we get food, we’ll we have a cow. Gurdy. Gurdy is great. We also have a hunting party that brings back whatever they can from the surface. It’s gotten harder and harder, cause we ran out of bullets. And facing one of those things with a handmade weapon is just as hard as it sounds. It’s very very difficult. I go with them….sometimes. I still get scared. But I’ve been out quite a lot, especially compared to my man joel over here. I’ve been out maybe 30 times, he’s been out…maybe once, or not even. He’s the chef of the bunker. He makes super good Minestrone.

Me and joel like to hang out with Mavis. A robot. Yup. Not much for conversation, her batter is shot. Just like every other mavis I would imagine. When I’m not hunting we hang out with her. But sometimes I just go read. Reading and joel keep me sane. I mean sometimes joel drives me insane but I still love him. I have quite the collection of books too! I’ve got Emma by Jane Austen, a couple random ones that we found, all the hunger games and Harry Potter books, some mysteries that stopped being mysteries after a while, and then of course some smutty romance books for personal entertainment.

Joel likes to say that his thing is target practice. He has never hit the target but ya know, gotta entertain yourself. I think his thing is drawing though, he has this book that he draws in from Aimee. It’s really cool actually. He’s really good.

I sat watching Joel as he tried to hit the target, laughing a little every time he missed. It was cute how hard he tried.

“Shut up” he said shaking his laugh away

I laughed again, but then suddenly the lights started flickering. You could hear screeches and creeks echoing through the bunker. Joel turned to look at me. Worry and determination in his eyes. We both scrambled out of the room and into the kitchen where everyone was preparing.

“Hustle, hustle people we’ve gotta move”

I turned to look at Joel but then realized that he wasn’t next to me. Where did he go? Worry flooded through me. Suddenly the clanking of our weapon started behind me.

“Hey guys!” Joel said as he rammed into the railing, I shook my head. “Guys! I’ve got the weapons” he smiled at me

A few people walked over to him taking them out of his hands

“Stay” said Tim

“W-what?” Joel asked looking around in confusion

Everyone was talking and barking orders “grab what you need and let’s go! Y/N you coming?”

My eyes shot open “yes! Yup!” I jumped up and grabbed the bow and arrow from Joel.

“W-what's happening?” He asked innocently “what’s going on?”

“There’s a breach” said Tim

“What do you mean? Like inside the bunker breach?!” He asked

“Yes joel! Now come on!” I told him, patting him on the pack as I followed the others

He followed me and watched the plan get arranged

“Anna, Y/N and I will engage. Anderson and Tom plank him”

“Plank him, ya ok where do you guys need me? You want me to uh come through the rear or..?” Joel asked eagerly

“I don’t think your going to pass this joel” I told him

“Pass what? You guys need help, let me help” said clutching his crossbow

“You gonna make me say it?” said Sam

“Say what?!” God he was so adorably clueless

“You can’t handle it joel, your shook” said Sam, we all began getting into positions

“Ya ok, yes so you guys don’t get scared..ever?” He asked still getting ready to fight

“We get scared, we all get scared joel, but you get really scared” said Sam

“They are trying to make you feel bad joel” I said sweetly, trying to calm him down

“We love you joel”

“But your a liability”

“Ok why did that speech feel so rehearsed? And what about Y/N? She’s like…ya know?” He said bobbing his head

“Joel-“ suddenly the bunker shook and the lights flicked again

“Ok 30 meters out! Let’s move!” And we were off

Leaving joel and some others behind. You could hear the growling of whatever we were up against

I followed the others and listened carefully. I was freaking shaking. Don’t ask how I got sucked into becoming one the the hunters. Kinda just happened and I was just-

“OH SHIT!” I heard someone yell, it was too dark to see. Someone was gone, that thing took them. I couldn’t even see it. Oh fuck my life. Everyone began scattering, running away from the monster. I stopped running to take a breath, when I realized I was alone. Nicely done Y/N. The lights kept flickering. I heard something blow up in the distance.

“Conned? Conner?” I heard a whisper, one I knew all too well. Shit, joel. I ran toward the sound, and had no idea I was also running toward certain death. I stopped running. There it was, that thing. I’d never seen this before. I didn’t recognize it. I stayed silent, not moving at all. It slowly crawled over a shower curtain. Oh fuck. He was going toward joel! I quickly grabbed my bow and arrow and shot it. Right though the face. Next to its….eye I guess you could call it. Joel stood there, frozen.

I slowly walked over to him “Joel, hey are you ok?” I asked as I slipped my hand into his. He was trembling. Tears ran down his cheeks. He has a bad freezing problem, so I've been helping him work on it.

About an hour later I sat with Joel, still holding his hand as he stared out into space. We could hear everyone talking. How could this have happened?

“It ripped through steal”

“Anderson and I resealed the Breach point, nothings getting in that way again”

“But why did it happen?”

I tried to toon it out, and I hoped Joel did too.

“Joel, do you wanna talk about it?” I asked squeezing his hand, he looked so sad, which just crushed me

He shook his head

“Ok….” I nodded, I leaned into hug him but was interrupted by his voice

“How far away is Aimee's colony?” He asked

I pulled back, looking at him confused. The talking stopped and everyone look at him

“What?” Tim asked

“Aimee’s colony, how far away is it?” He repeated

“About 85 miles” he said as he furrowed his brows

“How long will it take to get there?”

“What do you mean joel?” I asked leaning closer to him

“Just humor me, how long?” He insisted

“7 days” said Tim

“Someone who’s armed and trained would hardly last 50miles, but you…joel” Ava said, I felt bad for him, he really didn’t deserve any of this

“Alright” Tim continued “now I need volunteers”

“I’m gonna go” joel said

No one said anything, they just stared

“It’s an impossible journey joel” said Tim, crossing his arms

Joel stood up, moving around my chair. “No im serious…I love you guys but there’s only one person in this world who ever truly made me happy and she’s only 85 miles away” he said strongly “I’m gonna go see her” I could see his mind was made up

God he was such a romantic, how could you not love this guy? Sure it hurts when your best friend tells you that you didn’t make him truly happy. Especially when you maybe sorta kinda have a crush on him.

He let out a breath “woah, that felt awesome” he said as he walked off to start packing

I stood there for a second processing and thinking, but then suddenly my mouth took over and well….

“I’m coming with you!” I said, he froze “I mean you can’t leave me here with these middle aged people, and your my best friend so” I shrugged

“I’ll come back for you I promise” he walked over to me “I can’t let you put yourself in even more danger” he said grabbing my arms

“I can’t let you put yourself in danger knowing that I could have helped protect you” I said, he stared blankly at me

I smiled “o-ohK…then I guess…” he trailed off

“Cool I’ll go pack” I skipped past him. Was I scared? Hell yes. But like I said, I needed to help joel and protect him in every way I can. And sure I wasn’t so happy that he was returning to his long lost love but if it made him happy then I would live. And anyway, two do shorten the road.

#love and monsters #joel dawson series #joel dawson fics #joel dawson #joel dawson x reader

[starshine-effendy]

[No sleep] Truth or dare

Is this a series? One answer: Possibly 

Summary: You, beautiful reader, just want to sleep. You haven’t gotten a good night rest ever since you got the 104ths living with you. You sleep in the same dorms with the girls but somehow you’re the only one who can’t get a good night sleep properly. So this is night you thought you were going to get some sleep but instead... This happened. 

Paring: Levixreader 

Warning: Uhhhhhhhhh.... Probably some sleepless nights and screaming? 

It had been a tiring day at training, you had extra cleaning to do so you weren’t the first to get to your room. It was probably 2am but nonetheless, you were ready to sleep. The moon’s light bounced off your window giving enough light to see the shadows of your surroundings. The night was young and the stars were glimmering in the beautiful night sky. The room was still and quiet. Some girls must’ve already fallen asleep. You felt sleep was approaching you too so you drifted off and off... and o-

BAM!!!!

Your eyes shot up and you heard some girls must’ve jumped, hitting their head of the bottom of the bunk or the ceiling. “GUYS!!!!!!” Oh no... You knew that voice very well and you were not in a mood for it. “Let’s go to the mess hall!!!” Hange yelled. You silently cursed and saw that Sasha, Christa and Ymir were already on their way out the door. Hange was standing beside the door giving them space to walk out. When she saw that you were the only one who didn’t move from your position she took matters in her own hands. She called over Mikasa. 

Next thing you knew... You were being dragged by your legs across the halls by Mikasa. Honestly you felt like crying because all you wanted to do was sleep but here you were being literally dragged around HQ. 

You and Mikasa arrived in the mess hall and Mikasa dragged your poor soul towards the giant circle everyone made. She specifically placed you beside Hange and Levi. Everyone was sitting while you were still laying down cursing about Mikasa’s abnormal strength. 

“Alright! Let’s discuss the game!” 

You realized a groan louder than expected. Everyone eyed at you before Mikasa waved you off telling everyone that you were just a sleepy grump. 

You cursed at her before getting pinched by Levi making you jolt up and sat down. You gave him a glare. Sure, you and Levi have been together since the undergrounds and he knew what buttons to push but he didn’t have to make you join this gosh forsaken game in the middle of the night! 

“It’s a simple game of truth or dare. Fail to comply with your dare or speak the truth for your truth and you’ll have to spin the bottle as punishment,” Hange explained. 

You groaned once more. 

(Btw in the circle there was: Mobilt, Hange, You, Levi, Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, Connie, Jean, Reiner, Annie and Bertolt).... 

“I’ll start first,” Hange exclaimed, “Levi! Truth or dare?” 

“Tch, truth,” Levi replied, hands crossed. 

“What did you do last night with Y/N?” Hange asked with a wide grin that would put the titans to shame. While everyone stared at their captain with curiosity. You blushed wildly. 

“I gave her a reward,” Levi replied. 

“Oh hoho~~~ What reward?” Hange teased. 

“I gave her my mop,” Levi replied. (HA! YOU THOUGHT!! YA NASTYYY HAHAHAHA) 

“It was a really effective mop,” You said with crimson red cheeks. 

Everyone stared at the both of you confused. Huh...? Blushing wildly over a mop? 

“Mobilt! Truth or Dare?” Levi asked. 

“Dare,” He replied

“I dare you to confess,” Levi said with a smirk.

“H-HAH?” Now it’s Mobilt’s turn to blush. 

“Confess” You chanted. After a minute, the whole circle was chanting, “Confess” now. 

“I LIKE HANGE-SAN!” He yelled out. 

Hange stared at him for a moment. 

“You know I wanted you to confess that you took my tea but I guess that counts,” Levi said. 

“I DIDN-” Mobilt tried to say but he was cut off by Hange dragging him by his back collar towards the rooms. 

Everyone stared as they left. 

“Welp! That concludes our game. I’m going to sleep now~” You cheered. You got up and walked towards the exit when...

“AWWW BUT I HAVEN’T GOTTEN MY TURN YET!” Sasha protested. 

“SAME!”

“I-I wanted a turn too,”

“I did want one too” 

These kids.... Will be the death of me you thought to yourself. 

You turned around and sighed, “You kids...” 

You shook your head and went back towards your seat. Levi wrapped his arm around your waist securing you so that you won’t leave again. You sighed, “Sasha... Ask,” 

“OH!!!! Connie! Truth or Dare?” She squealed.

“Hahaha, Truth!” Connie confidently replied.

“Did you or did you not ‘accidently’ used Captain Levi’s cravat to clean the tables?” She asked with a mischievous grin. 

Levi’s grip on your waist tightened. A sign that he was not happy. You watched as Levi stared daggers to Connie. Connie’s face was pale and he reached out towards the bottle and he spun.

This was a second option. Kiss the person the bottle lands on or still do the truth/dare assigned to you. The bottle landed on Jean. Connie looked as if he was rethinking his life choices. 

“Is it too late to sleep?” Connie asked. 

“Yes” Everyone in the circle replied. 

Connie sighed and went over to Jean and kissed him on the cheek. Everyone in the room started laughing except for Connie, Jean and Levi who were disgusted. 

“Reiner! Truth or Dare?” Connie called out.

“Pfft, Dare!” Reiner replied, boldly. 

“I dare you to flirt with Y/N!” 

Levi and Reiner stiffened at the dare. Levi pulled you closer to him whilst giving Reiner a death glare. Sweat could be seen on Reiner’s forehead and he reached out for the bottle. He gave it a spin and it landed... on... Levi. 

Everyone gave him pitiful stares. Reiner felt as death was close to him. He inhaled, mentally preparing himself for the pain that was about to come but he thought... Hey... He’s the armor titan. Levi can’t hurt him. So with the confident he had inside of him he confidently said, “Hey Y/N.... I heard your boyfriend treats you like a princess,” You nodded while Levi was glaring daggers at him. If looks can kill Reiner would already be 6 feet below. Reiner... This guy had the audacity to point finger guns at you and continued, “Well you should go out with me instead... Cause I’ll treat you like a queen,” 

“Braun, if you must know I don’t treat Y/N like a princess or a queen,” Levi said with a murderous tone, “I treat her like a Goddess,” Everyone’s eyes widen at their captain’s response. 

Reiner sunk to the ground feeling defeated. Everyone started patting Reiner’s back. 

“Pfft the captain one up you bro,” 

“It’s okay Reiner,” 

“Stop being a baby about it,” 

Reiner looked up to see Levi in front of him. He stomped on Reiner’s fingers. Everyone heard a loud crunch of bones shattering. Levi has broken Reiner’s fingers. He went back and wrapped his arm around you again protectively. 

Reiner, Annie and Bertolt went to the infirmary to heal his broken fingers. 

And now there were 8. 

“Captain ask someone!” Connie yelled. 

“Tch, OI Jeager! Truth or dare?” 

“Uh... Truth Sir!”

“Tell us your relationship with that crazy bodyguard of yours!” 

“Huh..? Who? Mikasa?” Eren questioned.

“Yea” 

“Well... She’s my sister Sir,” 

Mikasa grunted at this and Levi tsked. 

“Armin Truth or Dare?” 

“T-truth,” 

“Who’s the prettiest girl in the circle even if they left?” Eren excitedly questioned. 

“...Annie,” The blonde’s cheeks became crimson. 

“Y/N! Truth or dare?” The blonde cried out.

You weren’t paying attention to them. You were dozing off, head on Levi’s shoulders. Half-asleep... but you managed to mumble out a “Dare” loud enough for everyone to hear. Armin nodded and said “I dare you to kiss the Captain,” 

No response... No movements... You were asleep. 

“Y/N?” 

Everyone started to call out your name but luckily Levi didn’t move. Until that is... Mikasa poked you. You jolted up to your feet and cried out, “YES! HI I’M ALIVE!” 

“I-... I uh dared you to kiss the Corporal,” Armin reminded. 

“YEs... ThE Who?” You were standing, half-asleep and your brain couldn’t process what was happening. 

“Captain Levi,” Mikasa said. 

“AH! Yes! He’s my boyfriend!” You blurted out pointing your hands towards the ceiling. 

“We know he’s your boyfriend just kiss him and get this dare over with,” Mikasa grunted. 

“Kiss... him” You turned your head towards Levi. Who had one eyebrow raised. 

“But he’s too hot... I’ll burn” You mumbled loud enough for everyone to hear. 

“Is she drunk?” Jean questioned. 

“No idea...” Connie replied. Jean’s eyes went to Sasha but she just shrugged. 

“I haven’t slept in 3 days...” You said, nonchalantly.

“Why didn’t you sleep brat?!” Levi scolded. 

You were about to answer when you collapsed face first towards the floor. 

.

.

.

Silence filled the room until...

“OH MY GOD SHE’S DEAD!” Sasha yelled. 

“NOOOOO I JUST GOT TO KNOW HER!!!” Connie followed. 

“Y/N!!! NOOO” Jean cried out. 

“I was starting to like her,” Mikasa also followed. 

“IS SHE ACTUALLY DEAD?! I’LL KILL ALL THE TITANS FOR YOU Y/N!!” Eren yelled. 

“Guys... She’s not dead she’s just asleep!” Armin yelled, disappointed. 

“Oh” Eren, Sasha, Connie and Jean mumbled. 

“Tch... Troublesome brat,” 

Levi closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. When he opened them he saw you gone from the floor. He looked around the room with a little panic. When he saw you being carried on Mikasa’s shoulders he sighed and shook his head. 

“At least you were going to sleep in your room now,” 

But what he didn’t know was it was 4am and you were going to only get an hour of sleep. 

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi x you #aot #attack on titan #levi x y/n

[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

Sweet Pandemonium - Gally (The Maze Runner) Part 16 of 16

Welp, this is it I guess. I’ve never finished a story of this size before, so ngl, I’m proud of myself. This story was originally gonna be a short possibly two parter imagine, I never intended for this to be 16 chapters long lmao. AND, I didn’t do much pre planning either. I kinda just made things up as I wrote, which is why this story is such a shit show. But a big thank you to the supporters of this shit show, it means a whole fucking lot. Now, back to your regularly scheduled programming...

TW: Page 250

I keep forgetting to tag, fucking hell: @multifandom-fangirl4​  @dxllysoutsider​ @gladerscake​

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( not my gif )

Shakily changing into a stolen guard’s uniform, you found yourself more nervous than you probably should’ve been. 

You just dreaded going back, now with the threat of everyone you care about dying. 

Before, when it was just you risking your life, it was easier. You didn’t really care if you died if you could save someone else, and you knew that mentality was not the healthiest. But compared to Gally, Thomas, or even Brenda, you didn’t feel like you mattered as much. 

What could you possibly have to offer that would be greater than anyone else’s contribution?

“You ready?” Gally smiled at you.

Ah, but being able to be with Gally overpowered those feelings.

“Yup. How do I look?” You teased, jokingly twirling around to show off the heavy uniform.

“Pretty damn good, I gotta say.”

You brushed off the butterflies in your stomach with a scoff. “Well, a good uniform can make anyone look good, I think.”

“I mean, sure. But damn, you really pull it off.”

Your lighthearted conversation was cut short by a sharp cough, looking over to see Newt with an annoyed look on his face. “You guys are bloody disgusting, excuse me while I go vomit.”

“Oh, come on, man. Look at her and tell me she doesn’t look nice.” Gally pointed to you.

“Jesus, keep it in your pants, mate.”

You stifled a laugh as Gally turned a light shade of red, ignoring the suggestive comment with an eye roll. “I’m just sayin’.”

Newt walked away from the amusing exchange, still stifling a few coughs. You couldn’t help but worry. “Does he seem a bit off to you?” You asked. Gally looked to Newt then back to you, the sad look on his face giving you a guarantee that something was wrong.

You would’ve prodded further if it weren’t for Thomas giving the signal that it was time to start infiltrating the W.C.K.D. building.

The way it was planned, Thomas and Teresa would walk in the front together, meeting up with Newt, soon you and Gally would find them, making sure to keep a natural distance away. Brenda’s job seemed the easiest, to you at least, all she had to do was steal a bus. You prayed that Frypan didn’t fall to his death, and that Jorge would get back in time with the Berg.

“You’re worrying.”

You rolled your eyes at Gally’s tone. “Yeah, of course I’m worrying. When do I not worry?”

“Not as much as you’d think.”

Your felt your heavy breaths waft back into your face from the helmet you were wearing not allowing much to circulate. Seriously, how could people do this all day for a job? You ignored the queasy feeling in your gut as you found Teresa with the other two “guards.”

Entering into a stairwell, Gally suddenly stopped the group. “Hold on, hold on.” He said, looking over some sort of electric box. “I can get in here.”

“Kay, throw me the walkie.” Thomas ordered, motioning for you to follow with him to clear the area.

You heard Newt cough heavily as you descended down the stairs with your gun, right behind Thomas. “How long has Newt been like this?” You whispered.

“Now’s not the time, Y/N.” Thomas said, scanning next floor to see that it was clear.

“Thomas.” You pleaded.

Thomas huffed, an annoyed yet mournful face overtaking his features. You knew his answer wouldn’t be good, and you found yourself dreading what he would say. “He’s got the Flare...he’s been like this for awhile now. I just found out myself.” He frowned.

You cast your gaze downwards, tears already welling up in your eyes as you realized what this meant. Thomas didn’t give you a chance to respond as he quickly ascended the stairs back to the others, holding up the radio. “Frypan, we’re in. How you doing?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m getting there.” Fry voiced. “Tell Minho hi for me.”

“Hang in there, buddy.”

Gally soon got into the box, quickly looking through the various labels until finding the right one. “This’ll work.” He assured.

“Okay, Brenda, what’s your status?” Thomas spoke through the radio.

“Working on it.” She answered.

“Copy. Just make sure you’re ready on your end.”

“Don’t worry, you know I’m gonna be there.”

Gally quickly set up the hacking signal up to the correct wires, shutting the box door with a grin. “Alright, let’s go.” Everyone quickly bounded down the stairs, stopping at the door at the bottom. “Lawrence, we’re in position.” Gally radioed, only to be greeted with silence. “Lawrence?” 

“If he doesn���t turn those bloody cameras off, then we’re gonna be in big trouble.” Newt expressed everyone’s thoughts.

Gally looked nervous, but peeking though the little window in the door, he huffed. “He’ll do his part.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, sighing heavily before readjusting the mask part of the helmet over your face. “Let’s get this over with.”

Teresa reluctantly placed her thumb over the ID scanner, and Gally quickly encouraged everyone through the door to cautiously speed through the halls to get to where Minho was being held. 

It didn’t take long to find the holding bay with Teresa leading the group, but you didn’t know if getting in would be easy with a bunch of guards inside.

“Teresa, stay back.” You ordered, gently pushing her behind you. The last thing you guys needed was for her getting in the crossfire.

“Ready?” Gally looked to everyone, they all nodded, clutching their weapons tightly.

As soon as the door opened, shots rang out from your side, making work of all the guards in no time. The element of surprise probably helped. “Huh, that was surprisingly easy.” You chuckled breathlessly, almost proud of yourself for getting some decent shots in, the recoil packed a punch though.

“Yeah? Don’t let it go to your head.” Newt sassed.  

Seeing all the kids exit their holding cells with looks of hopefulness, almost made you tear up. What could’ve these poor innocent souls had to endure by the hands of W.C.K.D. You risked a glace at your cousin, and you couldn’t tell how she felt. Did she feel joy that these kids were finally getting rescued? Or all that she saw in those kids was possible cure, dehumanizing them for the sake of her morality? 

You didn’t want to think about it anymore.

“The vault. How do I get in?” Gally’s voice caught your attention. The person he was holding a gun to simply said that he couldn’t. “Guys, this might take some time.” He voiced after looking over the heavy vault door.

You looked around and furrowed your brows when you saw one key person missing. “Where’s Minho? He’s supposed to be here.”

Thomas scowled, storming up to Teresa. “Where is he?”

Teresa quickly went to the computers, looking up his file. “Someone’s moved him up to the medical wing. Thomas, that’s on the other side of the building.”

Thomas sighed. “Okay, take me to him, right now.”

“Alright, I’m coming with you.” You and Newt both stepped up.

“No. No, you guys have to wait with Gally for the serum.”

“You can’t do this on your own.” Newt argued. “And Minho comes first, remember?”

“Just go, we’re wasting time!” Gally called out. “I’ll get the serum, we’ll meet you out back.”

Thomas nodded to Newt, but turned to you with a remorseful look on his face. “No, no, you’re not making me stay.” You expressed. “I’m part of this as much as he is.”

“Y/N, you’ve done so much for us already. I can’t ask you to do this.”

“I’m offering.”

“No, please. Stay here. We’ll be okay.”

You scowled, exhaling sharply. “Fine. Keep an eye on Newt.” You whispered, Thomas nodding then running out with Newt and Teresa. “Please, be careful.”

“They’ll be fine, just watch my six and the kids.” Gally said, starting to saw into the door.

You stood guard at the door, impatiently tapping your foot as you worried about your friends, especially Newt. You wished he had stayed with you and Gally so you could give him the serum as soon as the vault opened. You knew it wouldn’t cure him, but it would give him time, and that’s what he needed right now.

You heard Gally’s saw stop, smiling ear to ear when the vault door finally opened. You went inside to help Gally load up all the vials, the whole room glowing blue from the color of the serum. “Come on, we need to hurry.”

The room was almost empty of its contents, but staring at one of the only vials left, you debated. Emotion overtook logic as you grabbed a singular vial of the serum, gathering courage and turning around, only to be stopped by Gally. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I have to find Newt.”

Gally looked at the serum clutched tight in your hand, putting the pieces together quickly. “No, no way.”

“Who know how much time he had left? This can help him.”

“It’s too dangerous.” He said slowly.

“I can’t do nothing while I know I can help him.”

“You’re not doing nothing. You’re gonna help these kids get to Brenda. I’m not letting you.”

“I wasn’t asking.” You said bluntly, a determined look in your eyes that made Gally speechless. He had seen that look before, and he finally realized he wouldn’t be able to convince you to stay with him.

Gally quickly pulled you into a hug with his free arm, placing a rough kiss to the top of your head. “You better come back to me.”

You smiled softly. “I will.” 

And with that, you took off without a glance behind you, determined to save your friend from a terrible fate. Of course, if you had glanced behind you to see Gally’s face, you probably wouldn’t been complied to stay. But you had to help Newt, he couldn’t become one of those things. You couldn’t save Gally all those months ago, couldn’t save Jeff...or Chuck. You didn’t want history to repeat itself.

You followed the signs that led you toward where the medical bay would be, making sure to avoid being sighted at all costs. You felt silly hiding in small confined places that made your legs cramp up and wish you had more flexibility or stamina at least. It definitely didn’t help that alarms were blaring all around you, making you believe you actually did get caught. But hearing a few guards talk loudly about how intruders were heading to the medical bay, you realized it was just Thomas who must’ve fucked up, or worse Teresa.

This was going to get a lot harder...

All the guards seemed to rally to the medical bay to capture Thomas and Newt, it wasn’t too difficult to blend in with everyone else distracted from the chaos of it all.

You heard gunshots and glass smashing down the halls of the medical wing. Those boys sure were making it obvious, weren’t they?

You clutched you gun to your chest, not feeling very confident about taking on the guards by yourself, but when you saw your friends with a newly escaped Minho struggling to avoid the guards, you knew you had to do something.

You saying a silent prayer, even though you didn’t know if there was any being out there that heard it, gave you some sort of comfort enough to charge the guards that were gaining on your friends. Shooting at will, not even sure you were hitting any guards, you heard a few men fall to the floor with pained groans.

You didn’t have time to be proud of yourself before you felt a sharp pain in the back of your head, immediately falling to the floor yourself with a yelp.

You looked up to see the annoyed face of Jensen, him leaning down and roughly grabbing onto you and hoisting you up to stand. “You’re a real pain the arse, aren’t you, youngblood?”

Teresa jumped when she heard the doors slam opened, gasping when she saw you on the floor with a bloodied face in front of Jensen. “What the hell, Jensen?”

“Look who I found at the med wing, taking out guards left and right.” Jensen sneered.

“I said alive, Jensen!” Teresa fumed, looking at your almost unconscious form.

“I know what you said, Teresa. She’s breathing, isn’t she?”

Teresa scowled at the man before leaning down to delicately lift you to your feet, ungracefully dragging you to a gurney from the lack of help with your dead weight. “Get out. Thomas is still out there.”

“Your wish is my command, my lady.” Jensen bowed sarcastically, turning on his heel to walk out of the room.

Teresa turned her attention back to you. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.” She whispered, quickly fixing up a wet cloth to wipe away at the blood leaking from your nose and mouth.

You groaned at the pained pressure of the cloth, weakly pushing Teresa’s hand away from your face. “Hurts...” You mumbled.

“I thought you were supposed to stay with Gally.” Teresa fussed, ignoring your discomfort to clean your face. “You shouldn’t have come here.”

“I needed to help Newt...” You frowned, holding up the serum that was once safely in your pocket.

Teresa sighed sadly. “It wouldn’t have saved him.”

“But it would’ve given him time.”

Teresa stayed silent for a moment, deciding what to do with you. You furrowed your brows when you felt her strap you to the gurney tightly. “What’re you...?”

“I can’t have you wondering off, plus, you might have a concussion.” Teresa said, inserting a needle into your arm, pulling blood from your veins.

“You need my blood to keep me from wondering off?” You glared. Teresa avoiding your eyes as she readied another needle. “You’re still looking for a cure...even though there is none.”

“I’m just going to run some tests.” She answered simply.

You bit your lip when you felt tears well up in your eyes, gently banging your head down onto the gurney in frustration. How the hell were you gonna escape now?

Gally could’ve sworn his heart almost stopped when he saw his friends jump out of that window. Did these guys have a death wish? But what scared him even more if that there were only three, not four. Please, tell me she made it... “Where’s Y/N?” Gally tried not to shout.

Thomas eyes widened. “What do you mean? We left her with you!”

“She went to find you guys, to give that shank the serum.” Gally pointed to Newt.

Thomas clenched his fists, feeling anger well up in his gut. “Teresa wouldn’t let her get hurt. If anything, she needs her. We’ll get her back, Gally.”

“I know, cause I’m not leaving without her.”

It felt like hours before you talked to Teresa again, her being so fixated on her tests tubes and microscopes. “Any luck in finding your make believe cure?” You teased mockingly. Teresa stayed silent, watching through her scientific equipment for any sign that her cousin blood did anything to get rid of the Flare virus. Teresa slammed her hands on the table when the blood wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary. “Guess I’m not the one, huh?”

Teresa glared at you, not appreciating your irritating commentary. She chose to move on to Thomas’ blood that she took back in the church, and her eyes widened when she saw his blood destroying the Flare virus.

Just when she finished making the first serum that she knew would work, the whole building shook as a boom echoed around the whole city.

You strained your neck to look behind you, seeing an almost mushroom cloud of fire at the wall that protected the city. “What the hell...?” Your eyes widened even more when you could faintly see a swarm of people charging through the gap in the wall, quickly realizing that the people were fighting and destroying everything. “Teresa, we have to get out of here.” You said, noticing everyone outside the lab room where thinking the same thing and trying to making a quick escape.

Teresa frowned, storming over to you and removing your restraints, and quickly going back to her experiments. “I can’t.”

You quickly removed yourself from the gurney. “What do you mean? The city’s getting raided. They’ll burn this place down, with us in it.”

“Thomas is the cure, Y/N!” She yelled, making you speechless. “His blood is destroying the virus! He can save us all. I need him.”

“Teresa...if all went as planned, he’s long gone by now.”

“No, he can’t be. Newt is dying and Thomas won’t abandon him, you know that. He’ll be slowing them down. I have to get through to him.” Teresa exhaled shakily. “You can go if you want, I’m staying. I have to.”

You looked to the exit then back to Teresa, your cousin, your only family. In the past, most choices you made were clearly the right ones. But now...you had no idea what to do.

You wanted to choose Teresa...you really did. But you still had the temporary serum, you still had the chance to help Newt. “I’m sorry, Teresa.” You voiced, gaining her attention. “I want to stay with you. But I need to find our friends.”

Teresa’s face fell, frowning. “I understand.”

“I’ll come back for you.” Your voice wavered, feeling intense emotion wash over you, suddenly getting the feeling to tell her you loved her. But you cut the goodbye short, running out of the room and rushed to leave the building.

Thankfully, everyone was so focused on packing up to leave, you had no trouble escaping. But you almost didn’t want to leave the building when you saw the hell on earth that was just outside. But you pushed on, making sure you kept the hold on the vial safely in your hand.

You almost jumped when you heard your cousin’s voice echo around the city’s speakers.

“Thomas? Can you hear me? I need you to listen to me. I know you have no reason to trust me, but I need you to come back. Thomas, you can save Newt. There’s still time for him. There’s a reason Brenda isn’t sick anymore. It’s your blood, do you understand? She isn’t sick because...you cured her. She doesn’t have to be the only one. You just need to come back, and this will all finally be over. Please, just come back to me. I know you’ll-”

The speakers suddenly cut out, as almost all power in the city was down.

You suddenly felt dread wash over you, you had to find Thomas.

Running through the city as fast as you could, you wished you were a Runner, then maybe your legs wouldn’t cramp up every time you exerted yourself. You felt the heat of fires and explosions as you sprinted, dodging multiple guards and people fighting each other. This wasn’t supposed to happen...

Finally getting to a clearing, you stopped to cease the wheezing in your heavy breaths, until you heard screaming. You quickly rounded the corner to see Thomas and Newt...fighting each other.

No...you were too late...

You ran to them, quickly trying to pull Newt off of Thomas, only for his attention to turn to you and tackle you to the ground. “Newt!” You yelled, tearing up quickly at the sight of his dead eyes and Flared up face. “Newt...”

Thomas pushed Newt off of you, giving you the chance to take the vial out of your pocket, but the new Crank got free of Thomas’ hold and attacked you again, the vial violently being thrown from your hand. You internally cringed when you heard a shatter. Fuck...

You felt your vision get blurry when Newt smashed your head against the pavement, the pain resonating throughout your skull and making you feel lightheaded.

You didn’t know what happened after that, you just woke up and Newt wasn’t attacking you anymore. You didn’t hear the sound of struggle anymore. You looked to your left to see Brenda, a look of pained shock on her face. Then you realized, Thomas was sitting next to Newt. 

“No...” You whispered.

You crawled over to Thomas, looking down at Newt’s body. You could barely see anything due to the tears that welled up in your eyes, making the world around you blurry. You couldn’t do anything but stare numbly at your fallen friend, unaware that Thomas had left.

“Y/N.”

You knew that voice belonged to Gally, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Or do anything when Frypan wrapped his arms around you to give you some sort of comfort, him feeling the same grief as you, if not worse.

Gally felt the pain of the loss too, but seeing everything being burned down too quickly, he had to speak up. “This place is gonna take us down with it if we don’t get outta here...”

Fry gently pulled you away from Newt’s body, reluctantly motioning for Minho to follow. “Come on.” Fry rubbed your shoulder.

You were basically on autopilot on the way to the Berg, where Jorge, Vince, and the kids were waiting to take off. “We have to find Thomas. He went back to the holding facility.” Brenda voiced worryingly.

“That damn kid.” Vince huffed.

The numbness went away enough to remember that you told Teresa that you’d be back for her. You had to find her again, but the Berg was already being lifted up into the air. In your heart, you knew wherever Thomas was, Teresa was most likely with him. That’s something you could rely on, at least.

“Hey...” Gally sat next to you, gently holding your hand. You could faintly see tear marks down his face, his eyes a shade of red and watery. “We’ll find them.”

You wished you believed that, but after everything that’s happened, you felt having hope was childish. You couldn’t bear to hope just for things to end terribly.

“I think I got him!” You heard Jorge shout, everyone, including you, rallying to the front to look out the Berg’s window.

“Yeah, that’s him. I got the hatch.” Brenda said, quickly springing into action.

“Alright, I got him. I got him.” Jorge said, proceeding to carefully turn the Berg around so the now open hatch was facing the burning building roof. “I can’t get any closer!”

Everyone crowded the hatch, calling out for Thomas and Teresa on the roof, reaching out their hands to grab them. Quickly noticing that he was injured badly, you started to reach out as well. “Thomas! Teresa! Come on!”

“Get closer!” Teresa called out.

“Jump!” Vince yelled, his body almost half out of the aircraft trying to reach.

“We gotta get closer!” Gally yelled to Jorge.

“Come on, reach!”

The Berg finally got close enough to where Teresa could help Thomas onto the hatch, everyone quickly pulling him inside. You looked back to Teresa, holding out your hand as far as you could. “Your turn, jump!” You called out. You furrowed your brows in confusion when Teresa made no effort to move, not even to reach out for you. You could see the debate in her eyes, wondering if she actually deserved to live or not. “Don’t leave me!”

Teresa’s eyes softened, almost bringing her to tears upon hearing that short but impactful sentence. In a matter of a few seconds, the next building over was destroyed, large chunks of debris falling, making the roof collapse into itself, taking your cousin with it.

“No!” You sobbed loudly, ripping apart your vocal cords and feeling your heart break in two.

The Berg quickly left the destroyed area, bringing you all back to their base to pack up and finally go to a place called the “Safe Haven.”

You fell back, feeling grief and guilt weigh you down. I shouldn’t have left her...she would be here if I had just stayed...

You looked to see that Thomas passed out, but he was alive. Brenda and Gally quickly patched him up, but he would have to be better treated when the Berg arrived.

Gally just sat next to you the whole ride, not saying anything, not even attempting to give you comforting touches in fear that it would just make things worse, he just sat there to let you know he was there for you.

Everything felt like it was moving too fast, like time sped up without warning or giving you time to adjust. It made you feel nauseous, but you had nothing in your stomach to throw up, besides bile, you which you did upchuck. You huffed at the burning feeling in your throat. “Damn it...”

Gally was right by your side, rubbing your back and telling you everything would be okay. But it wouldn’t be okay. You lost your close friend, and then you lost your only family that you had left. You couldn’t help the new flow of tears, Gally quickly pulling you close to lean on his chest. “It’s okay. Let it out...” He said softly.

“I could’ve...I could’ve...” You hiccupped.

“There’s nothing you could’ve done, sweetheart.” Gally hugged you tighter, feeling your body rack with heavy cries.

Hours later, you finally calmed down, the tears ran out a long time ago. But you noticed the machine hum of the Berg stopped. “We’re here!” Jorge called out, making you flinch at the sudden shout. 

“Come on, help me get Thomas situated.” Vince called out, gathering the group to carry him, including Gally.

You stepped out of the Berg to immediately smell a slight salty scent, you never smelled anything like it. And you heard an unfamiliar sound, almost like white noise. It was just after sunset, but it was still a little light out. But you instantly recognized the light tan sandy ground, the water the stretched out for miles and miles to the horizon.

You’d never seen a beach before, not even before your memory wipe before the Maze. It was beautiful, but you would appreciate it better without the rotting feeling of grief weighing on your shoulders.

You walked to where you saw Vince take Thomas, stopping right outside the entrance of the wooden hut. “Is he okay?” You asked softly.

“He’ll be okay.” Vince answered. “He should wake up soon, but I have to go and make sure things have been taken care of while I’ve been gone.” And with that, Vince walked away with a fast pace.

Minho then exited the hut, meeting you with wide eyes. “Hey...” He said awkwardly, making you give a tight lipped smile. “I’m...sorry, about Teresa. I know how important she was to you.”

You didn’t want to cry anymore, you were sick of crying and the thought alone made you exhausted. “I’m sorry about Newt. He...he was a good guy.”

Minho’s lip quivered slightly, but quickly covered it up with a sigh. “We all lost him.”

You brought him into a hug, not knowing what else to do. It was weird at first, you two weren’t the type to show physical affection to each other, but you felt the situation called for it. Minho hugged you back tightly, trying not to cry at the thought of never being able to hug his best friend again.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m tired.” You sighed.

“Yeah, I think everyone is. It would be weird if they weren’t.” Minho looked past you and smiled to himself weakly. “I think I should get some sleep. I’ll see you later.” You turned to watch Minho walk off, giving Gally a slight nod as he passed him.

Gally walked up to you with a small smile. “I would ask if you’re okay, but I feel like that question is pretty obvious.”

“Yeah...” You whispered. “I’m just fucking exhausted.”

Gally frowned, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Vince already has some beds set up for us. Shall we go?”

You nodded. “That sounds nice.”

You and Gally set up your beds next to each other, at your insistent request. To be fair, in a new environment, you didn’t feel safe at all. Ironic in the “Safe Haven.”

You didn’t get a lot of sleep, constantly worrying about how Thomas was doing. Gally seemed to sense your worry. “He’ll be fine. He’s a stubborn kid.” He said, bringing you closer to him. It did seem to relax you as you fell asleep soon after, but that didn’t stop the influx of nightmares to plague your subconscious. 

The next morning, everyone was up and atom, but you and your friends seemed to have been allowed to sleep in. “Who knew waking up beside you would be so nice?” You opened your eyes to see Gally smiling softly at you. You tried not to blush, temporarily forgetting the events that happened last night.

“You guys are disgusting.” Fry suddenly voiced loudly.

“You jealous, Fry?”

“Are you kidding? Of course I am.”

You chuckled weakly at the interaction, but you sat up and stretched, looking around to see the beach lit up in its full glory. “Wow...” You whispered.

Waking up to such a beautiful sight, it did bring a small smile to your face. You wished so badly that Newt and Teresa were there to share it with everyone too, but you tried to shake those thoughts away.

Later that day, you sat beside Minho and Jorge, watching Gally help build something from afar. “He’s lucky to have you.” Minho smirked, picking at the fruit in his hand.

You smiled slightly, not truly believing it. “It’s the other way around really.”

“Well, whatever. You two are good for each other.” Minho rolled his eyes, making you chuckle. “Thomas...” You heard Minho suddenly whisper, and you looked in the same direction he was, seeing that Thomas was indeed walking through the new area.

You and Minho quickly stood up, slowly walking towards Thomas, along with everyone else behind you guys. Thomas’ eyes were tired, just like the rest of yours probably were. He didn’t smile, you couldn’t blame him. There was nothing to say, so Minho brought Thomas into a hug. You were in so much pain from the loss of your cousin, but Thomas was in love with her, you couldn’t imagine how he felt. He lost two of the most important people to him.

You hugged Thomas too, silently communicating each other’s condolences through the gesture.

That night, you and Gally sat next to each other as everyone else gathered to hear Vince speak at the bonfire that was set up, a celebration of sorts of surviving.

“We have come a long way together.” Vince started. “So many have sacrificed so much to make this place possible. Your friends, and your family. So here's to the ones who couldn't be here, here's to the friends we lost. This place is for you. It's for all of us, but this,” He held up a knife, pointing it to the large stone pillar in front of the crowd, “this is for them. So in your own time, in your own way, come make your peace. And welcome to the Safe Haven!” He cheered, the crowd following suit.

You forced yourself to smile as you held up the drink in your hand, following along with the rest of the crowd that were actually happy to be there. You were too, but it was hard to convey those feelings. Celebrating didn’t feel right, not this soon anyway.

You watched as multiple people lined up to carve their fallen friend’s or family’s names onto the pillar. You knew who’s name Minho would carve, it was obvious. But you didn’t expect Gally to get up and carve a name. Of course you were curious, but it seemed like it would be personal.

You had a name in mind, but you looked over to Thomas who was frowning while reading something. You knew Teresa meant something to him too, they were close, almost as close you and her had been when you were kids. But you two were kids, you two grew apart. You didn’t know her in the end, not truly. You knew you didn’t deserve to be the one to carve her name. You would let Thomas be the one.

You thought back to your past, having more names pop up in your head, only one truly sticking out.

You stood up after the crowd cleared, walking to the stone pillar with the knife in hand. You found the place for the name, thankful that the light from the fire still reached. You held up the knife and started carving the name.

You smiled fondly when it was done.

“Who’s that?” Gally walked up behind you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

You took a deep breath. “My baby sister...”

“You had a sister?”

“Yeah, my parents wanted me to choose the name, but she got the Flare along with them before I could give her one. It was only a week later that I finally gave her a name...even if she was dead.”

“How old was she?”

You frowned. “...three days old.”

“Y/N...I’m so sorry.”

You turned around to see Gally’s solemn face, but you smiled weakly. “I just have to believe she would’ve been better off, or in a better place.”

Gally only nodded, taking his hands in yours and leading you away to walk along the shore. “Things will be better here.”

“You really think so?” You asked, not sounding very hopeful.

“It have to be. We fought so hard for this.”

“I hope your right, Gally. What’ll life be like here though?” You wondered aloud.

Gally suddenly smiled giddily. “We’ll build our own city.” He nodded confidently, making you scoff.

“Oh really?” You raised your eyebrows skeptically, but a smile playing at the corner of your lips.

“Yeah! And we’ll have parties and bonfires every night.”

You couldn’t help but laugh loudly. “Easy there, tiger. We’ve only been here one day. Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

“Come on, dare to dream, Y/N.” He grinned.

“I’ll leave the dreaming up to you, Captain.”

You and Gally stopped and sat on a little incline of the shore to take a break from walking, just watching the sun come up. 

Gally was sitting behind you, his arms wrapped around your shoulders and you leaning into him comfortably. You basked in his body heat, shielding you from the slightly chilly air from the ocean tides. It felt nice, the nicest feeling you’ve felt in the past few days.

You looked up to see Gally’s eyes entranced in watching the waves, his lips naturally upturned in a slight smile.

You leaned up and placed a soft kiss to the underside of his jaw, seeing his eyes briefly close at the feeling and his smile growing into a shy grin. He turned his head and leaned down to place a kiss to your lips. “I love you, you know.”

You grinned. “Yeah, I know. I love you too...so much.”

Looking back to the ocean, you knew you guys were going to be okay now.

~~~~~~~~~~

Welp, yeah...I’m having trouble liking the ending, but I hope y’all do at least. BUT SIKE, this ain’t the end(technically). I’m planning on releasing a bonus chapter reallll soon, for all those heathens that wanted smut ;)

But for those not into that sorta thing, don’t worry! It’s not gonna forward the plot in any way, this chapter is the end of the main story, so you won’t miss anything. Just fluff and smut

#sweet pandemonium series #the maze runner #tmr gally #gally x reader #gally

[s1st3r]

Coincidence (Fives x f!Reader) Part 1

Author Note: This was originally a super basic idea that I just got really carried away with and before I knew it I had 1666 words and was like “welP. We’re doing multi chapter stuff now”. Bit of a slow pace at the moment. Part 2 will have more action.

Summary: You and Fives are assigned on a delicate infiltration mission. 

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 1666

Rex’s POV

“Are you sure it’s a good idea to have them working together on this mission?”

I had to admit, I too was second guessing. It was a risky move, but I had faith that Fives and Y/N could pull this off.

“Yes sir,” I affirmed, “their specialised training accommodates for missions of this nature.”

“I’m well aware of their training Rex.” General Skywalker replied as we entered the bridge and approached the holotable. “I just wonder if things might get too… personal.”

“Sir, they’re the most dedicated soldiers I’ve ever met-“

“You mean the most stubborn,” Ahsoka, whom had been waiting for us on the bridge, supplied with a grin.

The general nodded his head reluctantly as though not completely convinced. He brought his hand up to rest on his chin as he contemplated.

“The communications have been established sir,” interrupted Admiral Yularen as he joined those of us surrounding the holotable.

A crackling sound came through as Fives and Y/N’s comms came online.

“Y/N comm check.”

“Fives comm check.”

General Skywalker leaned forward, overseeing the map of the multi-level mansion before him and the two red bleeping icons that signaled their positions.

“You’re clear to proceed,” he advised.

“Copy that,” rang Y/N’s clear voice.

I turned to face the general.

“They know what needs to be done sir.”

Skywalker considered my words carefully. He sighed, “I don’t know Rex. What if they’re not prepared to do what needs to be done?”

  Your POV

Heels echoed throughout the dimly lit hallway as I followed the sound of distant music and murmuring that spilled from the ballroom. As I drew closer, I held my breath in anticipation.

Or was that just this ridiculously tight corset?

I fluttered the fan in my hand in a feeble attempt to act like the lady everyone thought I was, while forcing some oxygen into my lungs. I took a deep gulp of air and compelled a graceful smile to my lips before I stepped into the light and glamour of the ongoing party.

Swiftly, I made my way over to the far side of the room where small tables covered in fine white tablecloth were dotted about for guests to rest at when their feet got tired of the dancing. Since it was still early in the night, many seats were yet to be occupied.

As inconspicuously as I could, I seated myself at a table displaced relatively far from the crowded dance floor. Casually, as if simply admiring the grand space, I surveyed the area. The room itself had to be at least three stories high with massive columns reaching up from the marble floor and curving to intertwine at the center of the ceiling, creating an arched effect. A magnificent chandelier was strung from the heights of the room and casted a beautiful reflection upon the floor’s surface and her dancers.

Hundreds of strangers in expensive clothing mingled below, constantly switching partners through the course of the dance. Swirling skirts and glimmering jewels were all that could be seen as I observed the onslaught of people.

All of this I saw in only a glance before my eyes found our man across the dance floor from me. He stood tall in a suit, cane in hand, as he conversed with other young men. Unfortunately, my eyes failed to find my man who was meant to be already situated at the main hall’s back exit.

I noted to my right, an approaching butler serving crystal glasses filled with rich red wine. Effortlessly, I reached out, seized a glass from the silver tray as he passed and brought the goblet to my lips as though to drink.

“I’m in position,” I muttered. “Eyes are on the target and ready to engage. Fives where are you?”

Small static sounds could be heard through my comm as the audio came through.

“Relax,” came the smooth reply, “I wouldn’t want to miss the party.” I resisted rolling my eyes at the slight tease in his tone. “Besides,” he continued, his voice dropping low, “I would love to see you in that dress again mesh’la.”

“Focus Fives.”

A small smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth at the General’s curt interruption.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Fives slip through a side door clad in the guard uniform he had stolen. My smirk grew. He looked so cute in the dress uniform; little epaulettes and all. Clearly Fives wasn’t the only one distracted. I forced my attention to the task at hand.

“Ready when you are.”

“About time,” I breathed as I left my cup on the table and stood. “Approaching target.”

 The Jedi Council had heard of a new Separatist general joining the fray.

Yavaros Tai.

Rumour had it that Tai was finalising his designs of a deadly weapon that he was revealing to his Separatist sponsors tonight. Clearly, the surrounding men he spoke to were his said benefactors. Wealth dangled from them.

Edging closer, I noted that he looked far younger than I had anticipated. No older than his mid-twenties.

The dark blue floral dress I wore dragged along the floor, so much so, not even my heeled shoes had given me the height I needed, and I resorted to tug the front of my dress upward to refrain from tripping. I hoped that all would go to plan, and I wouldn’t have to try and run in this thing. My only comfort was that I was well rehearsed in these kinds of missions and, on more than one occasion, proved myself to be surprisingly sufficient in improvising… and running.

As I approached the group of men, I planned my next steps carefully in my head. Now, with them only a few feet to my right, I looked over my shoulder as though entranced and distracted. An oblivious dancer, close to the edge of the throng, accidently collided into me and sent me tumbling. Before I could even register the surprised shouts of men, strong arms caught me, and I looked up to see the bright blue eyes of General Tai. Perfect.

  Fives’s POV

She was beautiful.

I knew we were in the middle of a mission, but my eyes were completely spellbound as they intently traced her movements. She moved with a grace and sophistication I had never seen on her before and, despite being dressed to fit in for the event, she stood out like a rose among thorns.

From my position near the doorway, I spied the envious looks from the surrounding women as she walked the expanse of the hall. I didn’t fail to realise the visible admiration from the men nearby either, but my brief jealousy was quickly replaced by pride. I couldn’t help the smug smile.

That’s my girl.

I wished I could be beside her. Show those men she was mine. Maybe ask her to dance. We could dance and laugh until our feet got tired and then leave the party, running down the empty corridors. We would find a way to climb up to the roof and spend the rest of the night under the stars like I know she loved to do.

My smile faltered. Not for the first time, disappointment and love fought for control as I struggled to come to terms with reality.

Because standing alone on the outskirts, I was again reminded anew.

She may love me, but I could never give her the life she deserved.

  Your POV

My mouth gaped open in false shock.

“Oh, excuse me!” I exclaimed. “My sincerest apologies!”

The corner of General Tai’s eyes crinkled in amusement as I gathered myself and pretended to act gushed and embarrassed. Smoothing out my dress, I noted his hands still rested on my shoulders. One of them still held onto his cane. Almost reluctantly, he let his arms fall to his sides as he took in my appearance. I blushed as his penetrating eyes slowly raked down and back up my form.

“My my,” he hummed, “what a beautiful specimen.” His hand caught mine and gently lifted it to brush his lips against my knuckles. His eyes stared intently into mine. It made me uncomfortable. In many ways he was generically handsome, blue eyes, blonde hair, high cheekbones, and a refined posture. Nothing like Fives with his dark features, rugged look, wild smile, and-

“Ehem.” My thoughts were interrupted when a man to our side leaned closer to the general. “We have important matters to discuss sir.” His narrowed eyes flickered over to me. I could tell he was trying to intimidate me as he squared his shoulders.

“Nothing that can’t wait Cronan.” Yavaros’s eyes never left mine.

“But sir- “

“Cronan,” Tai interjected, finally tearing his gaze away from me to focus on the man beside him. “This is a party, is it not? Enjoy yourselves this evening gentlemen. We will discuss business later.”

Cronan shot me daggers as him and the other men dispersed and weaved themselves among the partygoers. Some opted to dance, while most continued to converse with other diplomats.

“Looks like a fun crowd,” I remarked sarcastically, drawing the general’s attention back to me.

“Ah yes,” Tai smirked as his piercing eyes turned to fix on me once more. “I should like to apologise for his curtness. Cronan is… ambitious, and very keen in his handling of business.”

I look of hunger flashed in his eyes.

“Perhaps in some ways, I am no different.” I tried not to squirm as he edged closer to me.

“Oh?”

Ahhh man.

“Mmm.” I felt his breath ghost my cheek as he whispered in my ear. “I’m ambitious to gain your affections Miss…”

“Miss Y/N,” I supplied in a breathy tone. While he mistook it for admiration, I tried to steal my nerves.

He leered. “Miss Y/N,” he murmured, as though playing how the name felt on his tongue. The tension in the air tangible. “Would you join me for a walk?”

To be continued...

~ Sister

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[percybeloved]

“So Good, puppy” Hajime Hinata x Male Reader

Note: Pretty happy with this one tbh. Unedited because editing is a bitch. Might edit it in the future though.

Word Count: 1813

Contains: NSFW content, lingerie, the petname “puppy”, rimming, riding, fingerfucking, handjob, photo shoot turned sex session, breeding kink, belly bulging

It was a nice day. Wasn't too cold, wasn't too warm. M/N L/N, the Ultimate Cupid, had woke up late and quickly got dressed. He had sometime to spare before he grabbed some dinner so he shook his head, trying to figure out how to spend his extra time.  M/N decided to leave his cabin and go on a small stroll. Whilst on his walk, he went into deep thought. Mostly about his Ultimate and why he could never fall in love. Well, That wasn't ENTIRELY true. He was infatuated with one person. And that was Hajime Hinata. The way his eyes lit up during trials absolutely hypnotized him. The way he closed his eyes and scratched his cheek a little when he talked to M/N never failed to make him smile, even if its just a little bit.

"HEY, M/N!!!" M/N is quickly thrown out of his thoughts of his "lover" by no other than Kazuichi Souda. "Oh, Hey, Kaz" M/N said with a small smile accompanied by a nod. "What are you up to today?" the Ultimate Mechanic said with a toothy smile as he started to follow M/N. "Nothing Much! Just trying to kill time before dinner, heh" M/N continued to listen to Kazuichi's rambling as they walked around the beach. They both then heard a feminine voice call out for Kazuichi. "Oh, That must be Ibuki" he mumbled to himself, just loud enough for M/N to hear.

"Welp, Catch ya later, bud!" the pink haired boy said with another grin. M/N returned the gesture and waved as Kazuichi made his way to Ibuki's voice. M/N looked down at his watch and noticed that he still had about 2 hours to spare. "Maybe I should spend sometime with Usami..." He said to himself whilst pulling at his ear, a small habit he picked up from Mahiru. The red haired girl suddenly came to mind. "We did make plans to take pictures... well, specifically her teaching me " M/N mumbled as he started to walk towards her cabin. As he got closer to the door, he noticed Peko and Mikan walking together while chatting about something he couldn't hear. He called out for them and greeted them with a wave. Peko returned the gesture while Mikan just smiled bashfully back.

M/N knocked a few times before hearing voices behind the door. The door opened to reveal Mahiru holding her camera. "Heyo, L/N! Hinata is already here so let's get started!" She said. It almost looked as if there were stars in her eyes. M/N paused for a second. "Wait" he said in disbelief. "HAJIME? why is he here?" As if like a mother, Mahiru whipped around and started to scowl him. "L/N! I already explained to you I had a shoot with Hinata today!" She started, her finger pointed and directed towards M/N. "You said you were okay with helping me! Now come on! I don't have all day, L/N!" A small huff came from her before she walked further into the room. On the floor sat Hajime. He didn't even notice that M/N had came in.

He was absolutely stunning. Instead of the white button up and jeans he usually wore, it was replaced with a blue lacy two piece. The top was a bralette that showed most of his nipples, leaving little to the imagination. Trailing down to the bottoms, he wore a pair of matching laced panties that could barely contain his cock. His legs were covered by a white sheet, but you could still see the white and blue laced stockings that covered his thighs. M/N stared in awe, but the other male was too busy readjusting his stocking to even notice M/N's gaze. Mahiru's voice startled Hajime from his thoughts. "Can we just go along with the photoshoot?" she said in a bit of a excited voice. Hajime's eyes met M/N as Mahiru continued to ramble about how this shoot will be perfect. "You look amazing" M/N said in awe. Hajime, on the other hand, just looked away as he blushed.

He did speak though, but saying only "Why do I have to do this perverted photoshoot?" The question was directed towards Mahiru, who quickly said, "You're the perfect candidate! I rarely take pictures of males, Hinata" she chirped. His eyes met M/N's again, this time he mouthed "That was one hell of a answer" with a small chuckle. Wait. Is that lip gloss on his lips? M/N was starting to imagine very ungodly things. Mostly, Hajime wrapping his tiny mouth on his cock and swallowing his length whilst the lip gloss started to smear on his pretty face. Someone was getting excited... M/n turned to Mahiru and said, "Let's start!" with a enthusiastic smile. The longer Hajime stays like this, the longer he'll have this boner.

They had taken many pictures of Hajime in various positions. Mahiru showed M/N the parts of the camera as he tried not to come in his pants by just looking at him. Hajime would sway his hips a little everytime M/N looked at him. The {h/c} boy would look away while blushing. About 1/6 through the session, A light knock was heard on the door. Mahiru rushed to it and opened it. She looked at Akane with a warm smile. Apparently, Akane needed help with something but couldn't ask Nekomaru for he was way too busy doing whatever the hell he was doing. Mahiru quickly told Hajime and M/N that she'd be back in a hour or so and that she wanted them to finish up for her. As she left, fear filled the gut of M/N's stomach. He turned around and met the hungry eyes of Hajime.

"It was for you" he said while looking deep into M/N's eyes. "All of it. I was gonna tell Mahiru to send the pictures to you" "But why? Why me?" The {h/c} boy quickly said. "Everyone and their mother knows you're in love with me. Its obvious. I just wanted to treat you" He said with a smirk. He crawled over to the chair that M/N had sat down in. "But since you're here, I'll just treat you now" He reached up and grabbed a fistful of M/N's hair before pulling him down into a opened mouth kiss. Both of them sucked at each others tongues whilst in the kiss.  "You taste amazing" M/N said as he kissed the side of Hajime's cheek. "Stand Up, love" Hajime scrambled to stand up, as he was still drunk from the kiss. "You're so pretty" he said to his now lover as he leaned in and kissed him again. He pulled back and whispered, "i want you to breed me, baby" M/N's fingers quickly danced over Hajime's body, groping at his still covered chest.

He placed open mouthed kisses on Hajime's stomach as he leaned over the boy. "Lets lie down, please." A voice quickly invaded his senses. He picked his brown haired lover up and gently laid him down on the sheets that were previously used as props for the shoot. He began to undress himself and gave Hajime a smiled before stripping down to his boxers. "Baby please" he started to whine "it hurts so much. Please touch me" M/N hurried to slot himself inbetween his lovers legs before running his hands up and down the body in front of him. "Ok, darling. Let me relieve the pain" he was met with happy and almost intoxicating giggles. He began to rub his lover through the small piece of lingerie that covered him. Dick already hard and standing proud, M/N started to get him off. Hajime's giggles turned into moans and groans as the {e/c} boy fisted his cock. "So good, puppy. Keep going"

M/N was taken back by the nickname but to hear it more. He stopped getting Hajime off and quickly put his fingers into his mouth. "Darling, I have to prepare you" He started moving his hand again as Hajime wetted his fingers. He slowly pulled them away and ceased all motion. He started at Hajime, who was blushing and covered in saliva and tears. He lowered himself down to meet the now almost soaked under wear the he wore. M/N bunched the fabric to the side to reveal a small, pink, twitching hole. He began to lap at it before inserting his tounge. Hajime released beautiful moans and groans at the sudden feeling. M/N inserted a wet finger into said hole. One turned into two and two turned into M/N's cock. "Wait" Hajime said, making M/N freeze as he was taking off his boxers that were doused in precum. "I wanna ride you baby" He said with a small smirk. "Please do" M/N said, his words trailing off and turning into a moan.

Hajime flipped them over and slowly lower himself on the thick cock underneath him. "M/N, You feel so good inside me" When he finally got settled, he started to move. "Let me jerk your cock, baby" M/N said as he began to get his lover off again. Hajime was rambling things along the lines of "so so good" and "let me cum" M/N already felt close but held his own orgasm untill the brown haired boy was finished fucking himself on his cock. "Such a good little puppy" Hajime moaned as he continued to bounce on M/N's cock. "Are you close? Please fill me with your cum, Please baby, please" This time he was crying. His moans, whimpers and cries drowned out M/N's groans. "Look, love. Your cock is so big, you can see it bulging out of me" He said with giggles. M/N looked down and the sight was almost murderous.

He came inside of Hajime, Right then and there, because of the sight. The feeling of being breeded made Hajime also come undone. He kept moving though, making both his and M/N's brains turn to mush. When he finally started to come to his senses, he saw a come covered M/N, and a ruined set of lingerie, but also came to the realization that they fucked on Mahiru's floor. "Fucking Hell" he muttered. "Hm?" his now sleepy lover said while trying to help clean the come off of him, using the silk white sheets. He gave him a smile and kissed him before saying, "Nothing, doll. Don't worry about it"

~~~

They quickly cleaned up, trying to erase any evidence that they had did anything they weren't suppose to. They also took this as a opportunity to go to Hajime's cabin and hold each other. "You don't understand how in love with you I am" M/N whispered as Hajime laid on his chest, already half way asleep. With a sleepy smile, the other boy replied with "I love you so much more"

#hajime hinata x male reader danganronpa goodbyedespair hajime x male reader x male reader hajime x reader

[blonde-toddy]

Random and Not So Random thoughts while watching Bridgerton: Season 1, Episode 8

So the finale is here.

And baby do we need some resolutions.

This one is titled "After the Rain"

I hope that's a good thing.

Couples montage then lonely Violet. She was blissfully in love with her husband, that's for sure. 8 facking kids worth.

Yes Simon and Daphne are a love match....but they are ripping my heart out right now.

Why are they being so cold?!?!

Way to reference the ruse Daphne. Ugh.

I'm glad that King Granville is here.

Yes push those assholes together.

That shoulder touch. See, irresistible. They are all about each other.

The very picture of devotion, indeed.

Benny and Eloise!!!!

She's wearimg that ugly neck thing again.

No Benny, she thinks Delacroix is Whistledown.

What?!?! Francesca is coming back.

Oh Marina you still pregnant.

Now you shipping Penelope and Colin. That's not weird or anything seeing as you were ready to trap his ass.

Something is amiss!

For Violet to be so wise with her sons, she's awfully thick when it comes to Daphne. I just don't understand.

Daphne is done done done with Violets advice.

I ain't mad at her.

Aww Portia is trying to finesse her way back in. Violet can't stand her.....

Okay Daphne! Let's just hand out all kinds of forgiveness today.

Oh shit. Sir Crane!

Daphne and Portia are GONE!

Ooooh her beloved is dead dead dead.

Yeah girllllllll. All that time you thought he abandoned you. And he was at war.....shit.

What a pill.

I'm glad Daphne has some kind of friend.

Daphne and Marinas storylines are kind of bizarrely parallel.

Jesus Eloise, wtf!

Awww she's trying to save her friend.

I don't think Delacroix is Whistledown.

Oh this is so uncomfortable.....Benny on the low shit.

That shoulder shrug was cute.

"Lock. The door "

Where you going Daphne....what you doing?

Your Graces.

Awww Daphne is still trying.

Damn Simon if she deserves it, step up and give it to her.

Will and Alice ❤

Aw shit Will took Featheringtons bait.

This can't be good.

The deed to the crib?!

This man is out of his mf mind.

Stop it with Anthony and Sienna already!

Simon knows Will is up to something..........

Oh shit he's still there.

Marina you better marry him.

You a damn fool.

Good luck.....you're missing tf out I think.

Right, Portia, right.

Oh she definitely still pregnant.

What are you looking for Daphne?

Ooooh she found the letters he wrote to his father.

And she's reading the mfs.

Oh man.

Yeah girl. It's fucking awful.

Here we go again with hoe ass Anthony.

Under the bleachers. Okay you freaks.

And Will throws the fight.

Featherington is so full of shit and those bookies know he played them. That is going to go horribly. I guaranfuckingtee it.

Simon knows whats up....but he's in no position to judge ANYBODY right now.

Daphne getting serious insight.

I appreciate the relationship between Daphne and Lady Danbury.

She needs someone to be straight with her.

She's giving that mother-in-law type advice and I love it.

You really out here judging him Simon.

Will fucked up but he's still right! Worry about your wife and your life! What's this really about?!

Oh Portia...don't get too excited.

That shits coming back around.

Breakfast together. Is this progress?

Daphne has a peace about her.

She ain't giving up on her man.

To Bridgerton House they go to see Dear Francesca.

Simon is so charming. He is duplicitous af!

Suddenly everyone is just cool with everything. Okay.

Must be the edibles.

Yes girl, look at your hot husband. He is impressive.

Um. Eloise. I think you're wrong boo.

Everybody doesn't have the advantages you have homie! I'm glad Penelope checks her when she gets on that high horse.

Simon with the kiddos just laying it on thick for my girl Daph. Teasing the fuck out of her.

Even Anthony looks all proud and shit.

Delacroix still finds away to shade Portia and it's hilarious.

He lost her mf dowry.

Yes Marina. The bun is still in the oven.

Hastings house is lavish af!

Gawd that picture.

This is not the end. No. No. No.

I share in the doctors exasperation.

Idk what the fuck has happened to Anthony to turn him on his head like this.

Ok mf! You know what, take Sienna to the ball.

Finally giving her the love she deserves from you.

Oh look at these assholes looking at themselves.

"You wound me."

She's light roasting him again and it's lovely.

Come on my babies. Get it together. Y'all are precious.

Also if I ever marry, I want a regal ass portrait like that.

She wants to dance with her man. Same, girl. I want to, and I want you to, too.

Oh we have classic bantering Simon and Daphne.

Come. On. Already.

Fix it.

Fuck....the way they look at each other.

Welp. Party time.

Noooo not one LAST dance.

Ok Will flexed for his baby.

Simon still looking all judgy. Man you better get your own house in order.

Eloise is a living doll, but she's not here for the fellas just yet....or maybe ladies. Or maybe nothing at all. We'll see with her. Just not yet.

I appreciate the evolution of her and Daphnes relationship.

Aww Mr. Finch.

Portia flexing. "The Duchess extended an invitation, personally." She made sure they knew how connected she was.

They're still roasting her wack ass husband though. But fuck him.

Yep he's fucked.

Wtf does Benny do at these balls?

Awe Colin and Penelope.

Penelope bout to confess.

Well Colin killed that. Like dead in the water.

Ya boy is going to Greece.

Sorry Pen. The confession must wait.

Shes devastated. Hell nah she ain't dancing.

Oh Eloise...now is not the time.

Eloise got all that tea!!!!

Hold up this footman looks cheeky. More of him maybe.

Anthony bout to scoop his lady......SIKE.

Sienna pitting an end to this shit.

Anthony you've let her down one too many times.

And Sienna apparently has no desire to put on airs.

Are you sorry though?

And wtf do you do now?

Toss the flowers. Check.

Aww she saved Whistledown.

What a peach.

Come on assholes. Look at y'all looking at each other.

And he still plans on leaving.

Lady Danbury out here dropping wisdom. Listen, Simon, listen!

I honestly do think it's different for them. I think it's different for everyone.

Oh Daphne, Violet is dropping hot ones this time.

What a fucking pep talk.

And now they dance!!!!!

Its that slo-mo smoldering stare for me.

More rain?!

Daphne letting that shit wash her worries away. Go girl.

I mean y'all are cute but this is Daphne and Simons moment.

Cheers to the cane of Lady Danbury.

Danbury put everyone out. Her matchmaking and scheming never end.

At least Simon stayed in the rain with her.

Look at them.....

She told him bout the letters!!!!

Idk man. This love confession is on par with "I burn for you."

She wants to stay with you and love you every day. Man you have a rider. Y'all have dragged each other through the shits. Y'all need this rain.

But there's this lovely thing called a choice.

You really just gonna let her walk away this time and NOT follow her?!

Fucking hell.

Meanwhile at Featherington house.

Oh fuck.

Lord Featherington is dead. I knew that shit was going to blow up.

Fuck. Poor Portia.

Daphne just chilling.

Oh. Ok. Here comes the Duke.

Oh come on Simon. Yes you do. You know EXACTLY what to do.

Nothing else matters when y'all tangled up in them sheets.

They are just so tender!

Yes! Take it to the bed.

Daphne kissing on Simons neck and wanting to give him pleasure and affection >>>>>>>>

A million times over. Its fucking hot. Look at her honing her skillset.

Ride the mf girl!

Ok then! Flip that ass!!!

Out here long stroking the fuck out of her. Got dang.

Oh now you bout to hit that ecstacy.

Is a "congratulations" or "good job" in order?

These beautiful assholes!!!!

I just love them.

All this build up for Simon to ejaculate inside Daphne....but so worth it.

Awww poor Penelope.....

Eloise is convinced Whistledown is Delacroix.

I do love Portia.

Her and Marina grew to an understanding I think.

Marina girl, I think you're making a wise choice marrying your baby daddys brother. Just saying.

Who tf inheriting the Featherington Estate? And have we met them?

Hyacinth is forever in my heart.

Simon and Daphne got that glowwwwww.

Awwe Anthony is all broken up over Sienna.

Ahh yes Anthony, a loving union is the problem. I'm ready for your drama Hoe.

Aha! I knew Delacroix wasn't Whistledown.

Ooooh Eloise!

And you saved her ass.

Really?!?! Pen?!

I can see it a bit.

Aww Daphne is having a baby!!! She got her wish!!!

Simon looks equal parts terrified and amazed.

Aw yall keeping the alphabetical name tradition. How fucking cute.

But you know what, I'm here for it and I find myself satisfied.

And also thirsty!

That's why I went right back and started the series right over again. Yes I did. And I'm proud of that.

Now I will start the books and obsess about season 2.

What a beautiful much needled ride during these times. I feel alive again.

#bridgerton #bridgerton reaction #the duke of hastings #simon bassett #the duchess of hastings #daphne bridgerton #simon x daphne #daphne x simon #anthony bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #colin bridgerton #eloise bridgerton #violet bridgerton #portia featherington #penelope featherington #marina thompson #lady danbury #lady whistledown #mr granville

[chalkrevelations]

Episode 32 of Word of Honor, and once again, this is just. A LOT. A LOT is happening, and all of it is A LOT. Also, show, what is even happening? I have questions. A LOT of questions.

(Spoilers. Go ahead and scroll on by, then come back later, if you want to watch it unspoiled.)

BUT FIRST, before anything else, you know I have to yell about this for a minute because we once again see that the Gu Xiang/Cao Weining relationship and the Wen Kexing/Zhou Zishou relationship are the same relationship. We get the same scene with A-Xiang and Cao Weining – again – that we’ve already seen with Wen Kexing and Zhou Zishu, this time from Ep 27, with Fan Shishu in the role of Ye Baiyi. Fan Shishu (YBY) asks “Do you know who she (he) is?” and this time, Cao Weining knows, just as ZZS knew in Ep 27. Cao Weining (ZZS) literally throws himself in front of A-Xiang (WKX) to protect her (him). “Kill us both” (Ep 27). “If you’re going to hurt her, kill me first” (Ep 32). Fan Shishu, like YBY, eventually lets A-Xiang and Cao Weining go, despite having them in a position where he could do them in. Color palettes between the two couples in these scenes match again, with the younger couple being more intense this time – A-Xiang and Wen Kexing in pinks, Cao Weining and Zhou Zishu in blue. (ZZS is mainly in creams and grey, but the piping on his robes is a very light blue, I think the greys have a blue undertone to them, and when you stand him next to Chengling in more intense blue while he’s wearing that particular outfit, it really starts to pull out the blue of ZZS’s outside robe – you can see this at the end of Ep 26.) Between the way these relationships continue to mirror each other and the hairpin scene from the last ep, I honestly don’t know what our takeaway is supposed to be, other than that WKX and ZZS are essentially married.

I also find it interesting - although this almost seems like too much of a stretch to be anything other than coincidence - that we get a specific callback to Ep 27 in this episode, as Ep 27 is also when WKX talks about not wanting to lie to Chengling about who he is anymore, and this ep is when they finally (apparently) meet again after Chengling learns the truth.

Aaaand now A-Xiang is crying, so of course I’m crying. Aaaand then we have the mournful montage. Give me a minute. And some tissues. I notice how much of this mournful drunken montage is ZZS remembering all the times he was cranky with WKX. Oh, honey. No. That’s what you’re remembering, because you feel bad, but it’s not what he would remember at all, if he was looking back over his time with you. And even if he did, it would be with great fondness.

Yeah, so, if I haven’t mentioned, this episode is a LOT. We get a big confrontation between WKX and half the jianghu/the Scorpions/some of the Ghost Valley contingent, ZZS showing up to support his man, Fantastic Cranky Grandpa of my heart getting in his eleven cents, Chengling shooting one of his dads, and two yeets off a cliff. And that’s only 15 minutes into the episode. This is too much, show. And I have too many questions. Also some observations. Also some wild speculation, not just about the fact that Wen Kexing is not dead but also about how he may have (not) got that way. And not just because there’s still four episodes left, and it’s too early for him to be dead.

First a small observation but pretty significant, I think: WKX is NOT in his blood-red Ghost Valley master robes during this confrontation. In fact, I think we’ve seen this set of robes in happier days with Zhou Zishou and Chengling. Just noticing this. Also noticing WKX’s face when Shen Shen starts going on about WKX’s parents and how omg if they could see WKX now they’d die all over from the shame, and WKX’S expression is like, the fucking audacity of Shen Shen saying this, and if he could actually kill people with the power of his mind, Shen Shen would be twitching and frothing on the ground. Also noticing the complete change when WKX sees Chengling – it’s like Shen Shen ceases to even exist for him. Gong Jun, your face, it’s killing me. Anyway, I’m going to start wildly speculating here for a minute, because WKX is willing to let Chengling kill him, because he’s so tired and wants to stop fighting, but he’s going to kick everyone else’s ass who even tries it? And then Chengling is actually the one who shoots him and yeets him off the cliff? Is this a set up? Is Chengling in on this? Is he the one who’s supposed to “kill” WKX? If so, at what point did we get Chengling in on this? And who did it? Did Chengling send what’s his name, Jing Beiyuan’s guard, away on purpose at this particular point, because he knew ZZS would show up in time for this confrontation if he heard about Chengling’s reaction to the news about WKX? And do I actually believe Chengling is smart enough – and a good enough actor – to pull off any of this? (Look, I love our little goldbean plenty, but let’s face it, he’s not the brightest kid running around here.)

Also, my dudes. My clever little killers. Xie Wang and Wen Kexing. I am unwilling to believe that you two aren’t somehow still together on this in some way in order to fuck over Awful Yifu. Your antagonistic back and forth seems a little bit like playing roles. Xie Wang gives Awful Yifu a weird side-eye a few times when Awful Yifu talks about how tricksy and cunning WKX is, like maybe he’s reconsidering, and do not tell me you’re questioning and reconsidering whatever deal you’ve made with WKX, little gambler. Why does your Awful Yifu’s bs always work on you? This is really not the time to roll the dice again. I’m assuming A-Xiang is still the only one who knows about their tete-a-tete? If so, this is a side-take I never would have expected on “you don’t fail me, and I won’t fail you.” Honor among thieves? Stick to the plan, Xie’er, whatever the hell it is. Do not blink.

So then, Ye Baiyi shows up, and my immediate reaction is NO. My beloved cranky grandpa, don’t fuck this up, because whatever is going on seems to already have a lot of moving parts with a lot of places for things to go wrong! But … are you in on it, too? Have YOU coordinated with Chengling? (If so, maybe you should have warned him to expect ZZS’s wild-card self-yeet over the cliff’s edge, since you’ve already seen how self-destructive self-sacrificing these two can get over each other.) Making me even more suspicious, Ye Baiyi later proceeds to walk out of a banquet before even eating anything. This guy is walking away from food? There is no clearer sign in this ep that something is up.

Also, while we’re on the banquets, listen. I cannot be the only one who wants to punch Zhao Jing in the face during his interminable yapping during both post-fight banquets. This is one of those places where the show and the actor have done their job too well, because he is so dislikeable and so off-putting that I almost can’t bear to actually watch him. And yet, I can’t fast-forward, because what if I miss some info? Like the fact that … you know, I went back to watch this bit three times, and that is a very … interesting series of camera shots during the second banquet - after the toasts, just as a couple of randoms start advocating for Zhao Jing as head of the Five Lakes Alliance, and we move from Xie’er to Shen Shen to Chengling, all of them still standing, facing Zhao Jing after their individual toasts, all of them in a formation that’s almost caging him in from the front and both sides. It gets more interesting every time I watch it. Is … is Shen Shen also in on this, somehow?

See, I know that is a lot of wild speculation. I know Wen Kexing got yeeted off a cliff, and Ye Baiyi was busy catching Zhou Zishu. And we saw a body. And ZZS set that body on fire. But I also know that Liu Qianqiao was the person holding vigil outside the shed where the body was being held. And I know she’s the other person, besides ZZS, who we know of that knows the facemask disguise technique (in fact, didn’t she learn it from ZZS’s shifu?) We actually get reminded of this later on in this very episode. Which makes me wonder if that was actually WKX’s body, or somebody else, in the shed. Who “found” that body and recovered it? Was it a Scorpion or one of the Ghost Valley contingent? Also, where’s that key WKX was waving around, and why does no one seem to remember it?

 Other things:

lol at A-Xiang’s reaction to Jing Beiyun talking about how ZZS used to ask him to set ZZS up with girls. Further lol at Jing Beiyuan, “And funny enough, he was NEVER interested in them. Welp, time for another drink!” Seriously, Qi Ye, we like you, you can absolutely stay.

Still at the banquets, Xie Wang seems discombobulated during a lot of this. And then when Awful Yifu calls him Zhao Xie’er in front of everybody, holy shit, he’s getting everything he ever wanted. Xie’er, you … you’re not going to fall for this again, are you? Please tell me you are not falling for this again, at what is likely a crucial moment. This is NO TIME to take another roll of the dice, little gambler. Stick with the plan, whatever the hell it is.

Oh, hey! Are we finally getting some backstory on Fantastic Cranky Grandpa? Oh. OH. “Our child?” What is up, my friend? (I did go back to Ep 16, when WKX calls Chengling “my child” while defending him against Ye Baiyi, and looking at the Mandarin subtitles, I can’t entirely figure out (with my Level 2 Duolingo Mandarin) all of the nuances of these two references, but it doesn’t look like they’re using the same words to describe these relationships.) So some further wild speculation: Apparently, Cranky Grandpa Fantastico is solitary drinking in the dark instead of feasting at the banquet, over someone who (he feels) foolishly wanted to save the lost souls in the Ghost Valley? And now he feels like fate is making fun of him? And he’s asking Dead Beloved what he would do in Ye Baiyi’s position? Ye Baiyi, is it possible that fate is making fun of you because you have found yourself in the position of saving a lost soul from the Ghost Valley? Also, Ye Baiyi, I’ve noticed the children have been turning you grey. I don’t think you had that grey streak when you showed up for the first Hero’s Conference, did you? In fact, I feel like you got offended when WKX talked shit about possible grey hairs on your head. 

Duan Pengju, this asshole, omg … OMG. Well. I guess you got your confirmation, Xie’er. Were you really considering rolling the dice again? AT THIS POINT?

#wen kexing #zhou zishu #gu xiang #cao weining #zhang chengling #shen shen #xie wang #ye baiyi #liu qianqiao #zhao jing #word of honor #word of honor episode reax

[an-absolute-travesty]

Smokey Skies and Pretty Fires

Hecking FINALLY

This took like a whole ass month my dudes

There was no prompt, just some good ol self indulgent marelinh :) (that started as a joke but-)

About: Marella x Linh, vigilante arsonist/fire fighter au

Word count: ~4,250

Tag list: @cadence-talle @ruewen-and-rising @lemontarto @a-lonely-tatertot @clearlykeefitz @percabetn @vibing-in-the-void-deactivated2 @sewersewersewercouch @everyonehasthoughts @imaramennoodle @enbies-and-felonies @blxckh0les42​ @rainbowtay-11 @callas-starkflower-stew @impostertamsong @appalyneinstitute1 @stars-and-splendor @anna-without-an-e @mistythegirlfluxmess @we-have-no-bananas-today @we-wont-dissapear 

Warnings: corrupt governments, fire, swearing

Linh bent down, examining the ash that covered the ground.

Some of the structure still remained, but very little of it. This was intentional, and the perp knew what they were doing.

The long string of arson incidents on government buildings was getting to be too much. At first, Linh didn't mind much. No one was ever hurt, the files inside were saved and released to the public, no fire ever spread to other buildings. But as a fire investigator and, due to her hydrokinesis, a firefighter it was getting kind of annoying. She had better things to do with her time.

She felt a tap on her shoulder.

"Hey Song, come over here for a minute."

It was her boss. She, obviously, followed.

"Chief Zaldo."

They nodded.

"I have a special assignment for you. We've gotten word that the arsonist may be attacking the courthouse next. We need you to scope out the place and put out the fire."

"Not stop the fire?"

"No. These people, or this person, might be dangerous. Just put it out, don't engage. Try to catch their face."

Linh nodded. She...wasn't great at taking orders, but she could try.

"Do you know when this is happening?"

"Three days. We hope to get more details soon."

"Who's your source?"

"Confidential information. Now go back out there, the folks will get suspicious soon."

"They don't know?"

"You ask a lot of questions, Song,"

"I have the right. Are...are you sure something bad won't happen, Chief?"

Zaldo sighed.

"No. No, I'm not."

~*~

Linh sat in the parking lot of the building next to the courthouse in the most nondescript car she could obtain.

... That being her own. The higher ups didn't exactly give her department the most funds. That went straight to the police sector. She stared at the news on her phone as reports came in of a protest across town. If she wasn't stuck in a stuffy government provided position she'd be down there with them.

She looked out the window once again. So far there were no signs of the arsonists yet.

She sipped on her mostly milk coffee. This seemed like it was going to be a long night.

~*~

At nearly three a.m. Linh awoke to a warm glow outside her car.

Shit.

Her orders from the Chief Had been forgotten completely. Without hesitation, she sprung from her seat and looked around frantically for the culprit.

There. A small figure was running away from the blaze. Linh chased.

"Hey! Kid! Get back here!"

The figure kept running. She couldn't blame them. She would too.

Luckily she was significantly taller than the person and caught up quick. It was probably very ill-advised, but she tackled them to the ground.

So much for "do not engage."

In the light of the still raging fire she saw that the apparent arsonist was a girl. She was about Linh's age with blonde hair and pretty eyes and-

CHRIST! LINH, SHE'S A SERIAL ARSONIST, GET IT TOGETHER.

Linh shook off her brief moment of lesbian brain fog.

"Who are you and why are you here?"

"I could ask you the same." the blonde girl looked in her eyes with a challenge.

"Only one of us was just caught in the act. You're going to jail."

"Am I?"

In one swift movement the girl shifted so she was on top of the pin.

"Welp, I'm going to head out now. Good luck with that fire."

She got up. Linh was still frozen in place as she ran away.

She turned around mid run and paused.

"Oh, the name's Marella. Not Mare, not Ella, no nicknames. Make sure you tell the papers that."

With a wink she was gone.

~*~

Linh sat in the Chief's office, twiddling her thumbs until they got there.

She had put out the fire that night. In fact, a lot of the structure of the courthouse was saved. When she came into work the next day she was welcomed with a warm applause.

When they walked into the room, she stood respectfully. Before she could greet them, they started talking.

"Song, how'd it go? Did you get any info?"

"Um...no, no I didn't. They must've run the other way."

"Dammit. That's okay. The fire's out, that's what matters. The cops can do the rest."

"Yeah, I guess." Linh couldn't meet their eyes.

~*~

Marella looked over the morning paper with disappointment.

"What's up?" Sophie said as she peered over her shoulder.

"They didn't even mention the fire, I made it extra dramatic and everything."

"Oof, guess we have to try again."

"Ugh." Marella flicked her wrist and set the paper to flame, it turned to ash as it hit the floor, "I'm so tired of these assholes. Peaceful protests don't work, aggressive protests don't work. These council bitches are stubborn. Our requests are reasonable, but nooooooo. Can't even let us have a real say in who controls everything."

Sophie hummed noncommittally.

"Like I said, we have to try again. Fill the skies with smoke, they have to notice eventually. Just like Forkle always tells us. Oh, and it's your turn to empty the dishwasher today by the way, Biana said she would put them all in your bed if you forget again,"

Marella waved her off, returning to her black coffee.

~*~

The next day, Marella went through the same motions as usual. She had leaked where she would be lighting up again, the first time was a risk but if all their cops were like the last she'd be perfectly fine.

And if it was the same cop...more than perfectly fine.

As she hauled the boxes of files out of the city hall she noticed a particular car sitting in the parking lot.

Guess she would see her favorite officer today.

Soon after the blaze started building, the woman got out of her car. Marella didn't run away this time, rather walked towards her.

"Lovely night isn't it?'

"You again."

"The one and only." Marella turned to her blaze. "Strangely beautiful, don't you think?"

"Yeah... I mean no- I mean-" The woman sighed. "Why are you doing this?"

Marella shrugged. "Well, it's simple. Peaceful protests seem useless at the moment so we're taking a more hands-on approach."

"No, why are you doing this? Not this...group, if there is one, why are you risking your freedom for this?"

"What freedom?"

Marella walked to her car. As she drove away she saw a large wave come from the fire hydrant, putting out the building in one go.

~*~

As Linh walked into the office, Zaldo already sat at their desk.

"Song, did you find anything this time?"

"No, I didn't, I'm sorry."

They sighed, putting their face in their hands.

"Song, I'm giving you one more chance. You're clearly determined, and to me the stealth angle seems best. But if this fails? We're going to the police,"

"Yes, Chief."

With a nod they gave permission for her to leave. She stood in the hallway for a moment, knowing what she had to do next but not knowing if she had the courage to do it.

~*~

Linh stood at the house's front door. She had chased down arsonists and saved kids from blazing fires and yet this was still the scariest thing she'd ever done.

She rang the doorbell. Maybe he wasn't home. Maybe she wouldn't have to do this.

The door opened.

In front of her stood the grown-up form of the teenage boy she had left Tam as. He still had his trademark silver bangs, apparently he hadn't cut his hair very much since they were kids. She had gotten rid of the silver long ago, dyed hair doesn't go over too well in the corporate world and her shoulder-length bob was much more practical than her long hair.

"Hello,"

"Long time no see," Tam's voice had an annoyed sound to it. "Came here to tell me 'Tam! You shouldn't mess around with that Black Swan stuff! They might be dangerous!' Again?"

Tam's impression of her voice was crude, unfortunately that was a direct quote from the last time they had talked right before their falling out. He always could hold a grudge.

"Well, um, actually, uhh... I mean sort of,"

Tam sighed.

"You know what? Whatever,"

He brought her into a tight hug.

"Come in, lecture me as much as you want, I'm not risking another 8 years without talking to the only family I have left,"

"I'm sorry about that, by the way," She said, crossing through the door and sitting on the couch.

"It's ok, you tried to make contact, I was being the asshole."

"I love you, asshole,"

"I love you more, dumbass. Now, go ahead and get your lecture started while I make us some coffee."

"Look, that arson stuff that's going on. Is that...you guys?"

He stopped mid coffee ground scoop.

"Considering you're with the government, it doesn't seem wise for me to confirm or deny,"

"Tam, I'm trying to help I swear. I just wanted to say that if it is then you should stop, I can only buy time for so long before the police are brought in,"

He put his hand on the counter, back still facing her.

"Are you threatening to call the cops? Well, we're not going to stop. It's not our fault that after years of our society abusing you, you decided to help it,"

"Tam I-"

"No. We've fought too long for what we want and you've worked too hard to make everyone forget you had a twin. I think it's best if you leave, Linh. Fitz is going to be home soon and he's heard too much to be fond of you."

"Fitz?"

"My boyfriend. Should be husband by now but your dear councillors aren't letting that happen any time soon."

"Tam, please, it's not like that I-"

"Please go. Right now. You know where to find me."

Linh nearly said something else, she wanted to argue, wanted to make sure she wouldn't lose her brother again.

Instead, she left without another word.

~*~

Linh stood outside the back of the new makeshift city hall (which was just an old fire department building repurposed) anxiously tapping her foot, waiting for Marella.

Soon enough a car pulled up and the petite woman got out of her car.

"Heya! You're waiting for me this time, that's new. What changed?"

Linh sighed.

"Look, you have to cut this stuff out. I- the police-"

"I don't care about the police. Lock me up, you have me right here officer,"

She extended her wrists straight out, offering to be handcuffed.

"I'm not a cop,"

"Really? Are you just an excitable citizen then? I thought you were just absolute shit at your job,"

Linh cracked a small smile but repressed it quickly.

"I'm a fire investigator...okay technically I'm just a firefighter but they needed more people,"

Marella cocked her head to the left.

"So none of this is even part of your job? You get paid more right?"

"Well no but-"

The girl opposite of Linh doubled over in laughter.

"Oh gosh lady you're just as bad off as the rest of us! No wonder you haven't done anything to stop us. Speaking of, scoot over, I have a fire to start,"

"No. Like I was trying to say you have to knock this off. They were trying to be stealthy but since I haven't given them any information they're sending in the cops if I don't get anything this time."

"You're trying to save my ass?"

Linh felt her face start to burn.

"Well um..."

"What's your name Miss Not-Even-A-Fire-Investigator?"

Linh sighed.

"It's Linh. Linh Song."

"Song? Like..." She trailed off, thinking for a moment. "No fucking way. You're the sister Tam always talks about. You know, putting me in cuffs won't do any harm to your brother, I'm no snitch."

"Tam has made it very clear he doesn't want my protection,"

"Why are you doing this then? You're risking your job, your...everything really,"

"I don't know,"

There was a tense silence. Marella stared her down, it was like she could see right through her into her soul.

"Linh, let me into the building,"

Linh didn't know why she moved. She didn't think she ever would know.

But she watched wordlessly as the files were taken out, loaded into a car, and then Marella walked a decent way from the building and tossed a ball of fire.

The building went up quick. It felt wrong to just stand there but...the fire was very pretty.

Soon enough Marella joined her in watching the blaze. They were wordless for a good while.

"We should get out of here soon. Someone's bound to notice the smoke," Linh was starting to get anxious.

"We? You don't have to wait for me, Linh. You have your own car,"

"Yes, I know,"

They were silent for another minute.

"Tam talks about how much he misses you, like a lot. Normally when he's drunk but still. He'd um... I think he'd like it if you um..."

"Yeah..."

Linh thought. And then she thought some more. What did she have to lose? She didn't have friends, or family, she went home every day to a mediocre apartment she could barely afford. She was underpaid and overworked.

"I want to join you,"

"You know, you said it yourself, you're risking your freedom,"

"What freedom?"

Marella smiled.

"Well, in that case, go home and get your things packed up. Meet me at the diner on 5th street tomorrow at noon. You might want to quit your job, we don't need a missing persons case on our hands."

"Be honest, is this a bad idea?"

"It depends how much you have going for you, but considering you're willing to run off to an undisclosed location with an arsonist I'm guessing you don't have much to lose. No offense," Marella looked panicked at what she said.

"None taken. Don't worry, I'm on my own. No wife and children or anything."

"Same,"

A siren wailed a few blocks away.

Marella smiled again. Wow, her smile was beautiful.

"Welp, see you tomorrow,"

"Yeah,"

Linh watched her walk away, a dorky grin on her face the whole time, before realizing she should probably get out of there before the police caught up.

~*~

The next day, Linh stood in the parking lot of the small diner. The only things with her a small backpack and a crate with Princess Purryfins, her murcat, inside. She didn't even take her car, rather walking the whole way.

Soon enough, a familiar car pulled up next to her and Marella got out.

"Is that it?" Marella pointed to her bag.

"Yep, like I said, no wife and kids or anything,"

"Yes but most people have, I don't know, clothes?"

"Swiftly changing the subject, I have a couple questions,"

"Shoot,"

"Since I'm not working anymore, how...exactly will I stay, y'know, alive and fed?"

Marella laughed. Linh knew that even if her answer was 'you won't, we live in the woods and you're our next dinner' Linh would still follow her if she was promised she'd hear that laugh again.

"Well, frankly I shouldn't be saying this in a public space, but we have allies in high places. They fund us,"

Linh nodded as if she understood fully.

"Any other questions?"

"None worth asking,"

"Cool, ready to go?"

Linh nodded again, tongue-tied from anxiety.

~*~

Nearly an hour later, they pulled up to a building in a rural part of the county. It seemed cozy enough, plenty land to be a farm though there were no animals. A small pond out to the side of a cabin that had clearly been added onto to make significantly larger.

As they walked up to the door, Marella pulled out an odd key with a swan insignia painted on the grip.

"Here is your new home for...as long as you choose to stay. You can always go out and get your own house if you want, but only paid with cash and no renting. We have to stay off the grid as much as possible,"

Linh just nodded again.

"You've been quiet," Marella pointed out.

"Yeah I'm just...it's been a lot,"

"I know, I'm sorry, you can still turn back,"

Linh shook her head.

"No, I'm committed now. I already sent the letter quitting my job,"

Marella gave her a sympathetic look.

"Alright, your room is down the hall, third to the left. I'll be upstairs if you need me. We're having a meeting tonight over dinner, then you can see everyone,"

Linh smiled politely, but started tearing up when she was left to find her room. What was she doing? Getting involved with an illegal organization against the government.

Ah the extents she would go to for a pretty girl. And nice. And funny. And smart.

Ugh. Cute girls would be the death of her.

~*~

Marella tapped her fingers on the table, waiting impatiently for the meeting to start.

Most people were there and she had introduced Linh to them.

Well, everyone but Tam and Fitz, who weren't there yet like the late-ass bastards they were.

Marella sat right next to the very quiet Linh, she seemed completely resigned about the whole ordeal. It had to be a very strange day for her.

Forkle stood up at the head of the table, tapping a glass with his dinner knife as if to get everyone's attention, even though the room was mostly silent.

"Good evening everybody! Today we have been joined by the lovely Ms. Song. Unfortunately we have not been blessed by the appearance of her brother as is usual of him."

Marella and the rest of her colleagues chuckled, Linh didn't.

As if on a timer, the door opened.

"Well speak of the devil," Forkle said, turning around to peer at the men in the doorway.

Tam's eyes went wide at the sight of Linh. He quickly ran over and scooped her into a hug.

Their conversation was quite long and very quiet, even for someone right next to them. All Marella caught was "I promise I won't leave again, I love you asshole," Linh came away with a slight sparkle of tears in her eyes.

After they broke apart, Forkle continued.

"Okay, now that we're done with that sweet moment, it's time for the boring stuff. It'd come to our realization that we can't continue on as we have been. We need something new to grab their attention. Anyone have a suggestion?"

The table was silent.

"Ms. Song? Perhaps you're more diligent than these kids,"

"We're very much adults, thank you very much," Keefe piped up.

"Mr. Sencen, when was the last time you changed the oil in your car?'

"...touché,"

Forkle sighed, and after a moment Linh started talking.

"I was thinking...all this fire stuff probably isn't great for the environment and stuff. And, well, water should work just as well. But, I mean, I don't want to impose-"

Squall cut in. "Ms. Song that's a great idea, we can cause just as much destruction with less harm and throw them off,"

Everyone around the room nodded their agreements and Marella nudged Linh's arm.

"See? You're fitting in already, nothing to worry about,"'

Linh smiled.

~*~

Linh sat at the edge of the pond, making small ripples in the water and looking at the fish. A toad croaked in the distance.

She didn't know if she was supposed to be out here, or if there were any rules at all. It didn't seem so, of all the people she'd met so far they treated this base like their home.

She felt a tap on her shoulder that made her nearly jump out of her skin. When she turned around she was expecting Tam or someone on their 'Collective' or whatever. Turns out, it was just Marella. She sat next to Linh on the bank.

"Told ya' everything would go fine,"

"You told nothing of the sort,"

"I was thinking it,"

Linh chuckled. "Yeah, it was fine,"

"So, what's your first impression of the gang?"

"Sophie and Dex seem nice, I'm a bit concerned for Keefe's car's health, I don't think Fitz likes me very much..."

"They can take some getting used to,"

"Mhm," Linh mumbled before they fell back into silence.

"So..." Marella said after a while. "Do you think you'll stay? Here at the base I mean,"

"For a bit. I don't exactly have an apartment anymore and this is way better than the one I had anyway. Just until I can get back on my feet by myself,"

"You can really stay as long as you'd like. Most people have their own homes but quite a few stay here. Sophie, Biana, and I do, at least,"

"Then maybe I'll stay a while,"

"I'd like that,"

Linh felt Marella's body heat get a lot hotter just then. She couldn't quite see in the moonlight but she guessed she was...blushing?

"I um... I was thinking um...that...um," Marella seemed to continue to heat, Linh was concerned she was going to catch fire. "I was thinking that maybe we could um...go out sometime? I- I mean as a date, o-or as friends if you don't-"

"I'd love to,"

Marella sighed in relief. "I didn't expect that to go well, honestly,"

Linh laughed. "Well, how does tomorrow at 8 sound? We can go to that pottery place on 2nd street, I think they mostly do kid's birthdays but that's never stopped me before,"

"Sounds great, it's a date,"

"It's a date,"

Linh almost just got up but hesitated for a moment. She quickly pecked Marella on the cheek before going back to the house as fast as possible. She almost thought she saw the light of a fire in the corner of her eye.

~*~

The beep-like news theme comes on followed by the announcer.

"Tonight on the 7 o'clock nightly news with Jennifer Watson"

The woman on T.V. straightens her papers.

"The two silvered-hair bandits known as the "Trouble Twins" by the public are still escaping the police's grasp. They have flooded two government buildings this week and don't seem to be intending to stop any time soon. They claim all they want is to have a proper negotiation with our lawmakers. Will the council respond to these vigilantes? Or will they continue to let our buildings be destroyed? And coming up next, this video of Bobo the panda has the internet going wild-"

Marella turned off the T.V. and slouched further on the couch. She bit into her apple, unamused.

"Babe, you have to be patient. We're getting closer, Councilor Oralie said she was going to introduce the idea of negotiation, it'll be ok,"

Linh's words helped but Marella was still unsure.

Linh sat back on the couch and nudged her.

"There's nothing to worry about, c'mon, give me a smile,"

Marella couldn't help but grin at the dork she called her girlfriend.

"There it is! Dinner will be ready in like...5 minutes so," Linh took away Marella's apple, "Then we can go meet up with Tam to fuck up the Tribunal Hall,"

"Sounds like a lovely night,"

Linh laughed.

"I love you, you know that?"

"We do say it to each other quite often,"

"Yes but I don't know," Linh looked down at her lap. "It's been almost a year and... I guess I thought I'd regret joining you guys at some point but I never have,"

"Well, I am quite charming,"

"She says, as she slowly slides off the couch,"

Indeed, Marella was now halfway to the floor. Linh just laughed.

~*~

"Order in the court!" Councilor Emery slammed down the gavel.

Bronte rolled his eyes. Ever since they decided to cut the telepathic communications (Emery's migraines were getting bad) he had been using that stupid thing.

"Today the council will be voting on one thing, are we willing to listen to the Black Swan's pleas? Or do we attempt to wrangle them?"

Everyone around the room scratched on their piece of paper with the old-fashioned and unwieldy fountain pens. Bronte already knew what his vote would be, he had many conversations with the Forkle brothers in the past, now down to one. It was an easy decision.

Once all the votes were in the box, Emery started counting. He sighed.

"And, with a close vote of 7 to 5, we will be attempting to negotiate with the vigilante group," He pounded the gavel again. "Meeting adjourned,"

Oralie gave Bronte a thumbs up from across the room. He rolled his eyes again, but fondly this time.

~*~

BAM BAM BAM.

The gavel was loud, Linh didn't like it, her anxiety was high enough that day, the stimulation of it all was too much.

Marella gently held her hand under the table.

"Order in the court!"

Sure, "court", not like they were sitting in the community center because they hadn't managed to rebuild the actual places of court yet, not at all.

"Today we have gathered to discuss many things. First, on the agenda is discussing giving citizens the right to vote as a democracy. Then, the details of a possible police reform and redistribution of funds. Finally, on what the current legal definition of marriage is, and the possibility of changing that."

Tam caught Linh's eye from across the room, he nodded at her.

Now, the real fight began.

#kotlc fic #marelinh #marella redek #linh song #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #hnng this took so long if it flops ill cry i think

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Cruel Summer, Part 21

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AN: Welp. We finally got to the scene that inspired this fic. Vaguely NSFW and uhh... yeah. Okay, love you all. 

Rowan feels nauseous, and it’s not just because of the vibrations of the coach bus they’ve chartered to take them deep into the Seaghorn mountains for the weekend. Or the swaying of the tall vehicle as it makes its way through the small winding roads as they climb into higher altitudes. No. There’s a general anxiety, a real nervousness that’s settled over him in the last week. Each day that ticks down renders him more stressed. The summer is almost at an end.

This weekend marks the beginning of the final week of summer – of his job at Playland and Aelin’s summer vacation – and he still hasn’t thought about what happens next yet. He’s not ready.

Luckily, the crowds at Playland have only become worse with each passing day, so he’s barely had time to think about it. But now, with a four-hour bus ride, climbing up into the mountains, he has no more excuses. He needs to think about what he’s going to say to her. He can’t let her go back to Adarlan without saying anything. He just can’t. And if her behavior has been any indication, he’s hoping his thoughts are going to be well-received.

He looks over at the girl sitting across the aisle from him. Aelin’s golden hair falls over her shoulder, blocking her face from him, as she whispers things into Elide’s ear that color her pale cheeks pink. Rowan can only imagine what’s being said between them.

On Rowan’s other side, a different blonde head rests on his shoulder. Fenrys’s eyes closed about five minutes into their journey, and he hasn’t stirred since. Rowan hasn’t had the heart to move him; it’s been a long week, and it’s going to be a long weekend.

The excited chatter on the bus is enough to inform Rowan of how much this weekend is anticipated by the staff. He’s unsurprised to learn the overnight is less of a camp out and more a mountain resort vacation. The Ashryvers spare no expense when it comes to thanking their employees – treating them to a bonding weekend in a luxury lodge with a lakefront view. He’s heard about the upscale catered meals, the extravagant views, the midnight bonfire, all followed by a day hiking to the peak of Mount Terrasen, and going through a team building ropes course to make their way back down.

Rowan is ecstatic; he’s going to be with Aelin for forty-eight uninterrupted hours, and he doesn’t plan on wasting a single second.

He reaches across the aisle and runs his finger up Aelin’s arm. She turns to him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes wild.

“You didn’t hear that, did you?” she breathes heavily, and Rowan stares past her at a flustered Elide.

“…no…”  he answers. “Should I be concerned?”

Aelin smirks. “Absolutely.” Rowan furrows his brow in silent question. “I was just… giving Elide some last-minute tips.” She bites her lip. “About some new things. I learned I enjoyed. Physically. This summer.”

Rowan’s ears burn as he thinks about what Aelin could have possibly said, and he feels the need to apologize to the tiny brunette. “Aelin…” His voice is a low whisper.

Elide fans herself and laughs. “Please, it’s all old news. Remember I saw the hand-shaped bruises on your hips?” she asks Aelin, and Rowan’s eyes practically bug out of his head.

“Can’t you two talk about anything else?” he practically begs. It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy that Aelin is clearly pleased by the things they do together in bed. He loves nothing more than bringing her to that precipice over and over again, honestly. But… he’s stressed enough as it is. He doesn’t need Elide talking about his sexual prowess on top of everything else.

Aelin pats his arm and smiles. “Sure. Like what?”

“Like, what happens at Playland today?” Rowan finally asks, curious as to how the place is able to shut down for a full weekend.

“Oh. They rent it out for weddings.”  Aelin explains that the overnight was actually born out of guilt for shutting down the park the last weekend of summer, and not wanting to deprive their staff of any pay.

Elide then waxes poetic about her favorite parts of the overnight. She gives a wistful sigh as she remembers the summer they all went skinny dipping in the middle of the night.

“That was the first time she ever saw Lorcan’s butt,” Aelin says, her eyes crinkling with her wide smile, and Rowan brings his hand to his face to cover his pained smile.

“I don’t need to hear about Lorcan’s butt.”

“Why not, Whitethorn?” Lorcan quips as he walks down the aisle between their seats. “It’s a good butt.” He winks at Elide, who leans over Aelin to watch his backside as he saunters to the front of the bus.

Rowan looks out the window as he barks out a loud laugh, spotting the sign that tells him they’ve arrived at the resort. His stomach grumbles, right on cue. It’s been a long day of sitting, and he’s ready to enjoy the catered meal he’s been promised. Unfortunately, fate has other plans.

Instead of the bus continuing up the narrow driveway, it pauses at the entrance, idling.

Rowan tries to move to get a better look, and a loud snore escapes Fenrys’s mouth, startling him awake.

“What’d I miss?” he asks, groggy. Rowan is about to tell him he missed the entire ride when Lorcan whistles to get everyone’s attention.

“Listen up!” Lorcan shouts, and the bus quiets down appropriately. “I’ve just been informed that we aren’t going to be able to make it up to the lodge.”

Upset murmurs start to rise in pitch as Lorcan explains that they experienced heavy rainfall this morning, and that the driveway has been completely blocked by a mudslide. Rocks, felled trees and an electric line need to be cleared before the bus can safely make it to its destination.

“How long’s that going to take?” Gavriel calls from the back of the bus.

Lorcan tugs at his ponytail and sighs. “We’re going to need to come back tomorrow.”

A chorus of angered “No!” and “What?!” and “Why???” can be heard throughout the bus, and Rowan’s stomach sinks. He can’t believe they drove four hours, just to drive four hours back to Terrasen. What a nightmare.

“We’re not going to drive all the way back home, are we?” Connall asks, voicing Rowan’s internal conflict.  Lorcan holds up a finger, asking everyone to wait as he listens to someone on the other end of a call.

Lorcan hangs up finally and pulls at his hair nervously. He sighs, clearly upset with the situation himself, but he’s trying to keep it together for everyone else. Rowan doesn’t envy his position.

“There’s a motel about forty-five minutes back down the mountain, and a local diner we can have dinner at.” The chorus of grumbles rises again, and Lorcan silences them with a loud whistle. “I know it’s not what you all imagined for this weekend, but it’s better than nothing, right? And the path should be cleared by morning, so tomorrow will be just as good as you remembered.”

Everyone nods sadly, and Lorcan begins to read room assignments as the bus makes a large turn and heads back down, away from the luxury vacation of their dreams as the sun begins to set.

The bus groans as it comes to a stop in front of the faded sign of the motel. This place has definitely seen better days. In fact, Rowan thinks it looks like the scene of several thousand gruesome crimes. He’d imagined making love to Aelin in a plush bed with down comforters or in a brightly lit tiled shower with marble counters and a jacuzzi tub, not… this.

He pushes the door open to room number 17 and feels his chest tighten uncomfortably. His appetite disappears as he takes in the queen-sized bed, which sits at the center of the room, covered in a maroon floral comforter, contrasting with the dark teak walls. A sad brown lamp sits on a rickety nightstand, and as Rowan takes his first step across the threshold, the dark green carpet crunches beneath his shoe. It makes him cringe.

He drops his bag down on the bed and immediately closes the thick curtains. He ignores a spotty dark stain on the hem, and sighs deeply. The musty smell of decaying wood and old cigarette smoke invades his senses, giving him an immediate headache.

Aelin drops her bag behind him and kisses his shoulder. “I’m so glad neither of us have a black light with us,” she says with a laugh.

“This is so not funny,” Rowan whines, but he’s momentarily appeased when Aelin wraps her arms around his stomach and tugs him closer, spinning him in her arms, so he’s looking down into her amused blue-gold eyes.

“It’s kind of funny,” she says with a small smile, and he can’t resist leaning down and kissing her curled lips. He intends for the kiss to be soft and sweet, but Aelin deepens the kiss immediately, knotting her hands in his hair and twining her tongue with his. She pulls away, panting, and smiles again as she pats his chest lightly. “Now, let’s go get food. I’m starving.”

“Me too,” he groans, meaning something incredibly different. How she’s able to get him so worked up over one little kiss, he’ll never ever know. But he wants to strip her down and be inside her immediately.

Aelin understands and gives him a saucy wink, tossing a “Later” over her shoulder as she makes her way out of the room. She opens the door and stumbles into someone.

Fenrys gapes as Rowan appears behind Aelin, his steadying hand placed on her lower back. Fenrys begins apologizing profusely, but then snaps his mouth shut.  

“Oh!” he exclaims, his dark eyes flicking between Aelin and Rowan at a rapid-fire pace. “You… Uh… Cool…”

Aelin holds up her index finger to her lips and whispers a long conspiratorial, “Shhh.”

Fenrys nods, his flicking eyes never stopping moving between the pair, and zips his lips with his own finger.

Aelin links her arm with Fenrys’s and walks to the front of the hotel where the large group is heading over to the diner down the street. Rowan enjoys watching her in front of him. Her hips swaying with the promise of “later.”

The diner is something out of Twin Peaks, with lacquered vinyl booths and waitresses in dark green uniforms and delicious smelling pie and burnt coffee.

Rowan slides in, and Fenrys makes room for Aelin to squeeze between them. Elide and Lorcan sit across from them, and Rowan notices how deflated they look. He knows for sure this is not what they envisioned for their own weekend, and he feels oddly comforted that he’s not alone in his disappointment.

Aelin orders coffee and a large stack of pancakes with extra crispy bacon, and Rowan shakes his head as she digs into her plate.

“How do you look like you and eat like that,” he asks as he shoves part of his veggie omelet into his mouth.

“I find creative ways to burn off the calories,” Aelin quips, turning both Rowan and Fenrys’s faces a dark shade of red. Aelin delights in their discomfort, her innuendo becoming progressively more blatant with each bite of her food, until Gavriel stops by their table to ask if they want any alcohol.

He spotted a nearby gas station, and is going to create his own party – shitty circumstances be damned. They might not have their fancy catered dinner or midnight bonfire, but the motel has a pool and a hot tub, and they have all night to celebrate. Fenrys jumps at the occasion to party and begins rounding people up.

“Should we join the pool party?” Rowan asks as they begin their walk back to the motel, but Aelin shakes her head.

“We don’t have to interact with anyone else for ten whole hours,” she says, leaning into his side. “And I want to make the most of it.” Her eyes twinkle with devious promises, and Rowan increases his pace, anxious to get her alone as quickly as possible.

Aelin heads to the bed as soon as they’re behind closed doors. She strips the dirty comforter off the bed and tosses it into the corner of the room. She examines the thin pink blanket below it and pulls it off as well, throwing it on top of the comforter, leaving just the starched white sheets on the thin mattress.

“Better,” she states. And as if to mock them, loud cheering comes from the pool, voices of their friends sporadically piping up to yell obscenities as they crash through the water.

“Music?” Rowan suggests, and Aelin nods. Rowan scrolls through his phone, pulling up a playlist he’s covertly named – AA.  All songs that remind him of Aelin Ashryver. All sappy love songs that he needed to put in one pathetic place. The music quickly drowns out the outdoor noise, leaving them in a magical world, just the two of them.

Aelin tosses him a shy smile as Leon Bridge’s “Coming Home” starts playing. She walks to Rowan slowly, and the look in her eyes renders him speechless. She wraps her arms around his neck, and he grins as she begins swaying her hips back and forth, dancing to the slow beat of the song.

Baby baby baby. I’m coming home to your tender sweet loving.

You’re my one and only woman.

The world leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, girl.

You’re the only one that I want.

His arms reach around her waist, pulling her close against him, and he sighs. She leans her head against his chest, and he’s sure she can hear the heavy beat of his heart pounding at her proximity. He loves how perfectly she fits against him. Always.

They stand there, swaying, dancing, pressed against one another until the song shifts. The music courses through Rowan as he leans down and tilts Aelin’s chin up to meet his lips. She never stops swaying as they kiss. The sultry rhythm pulls at them both, their tongues sliding against each other lazily and softly until their bodies start to warm.

Aelin’s hands tug at the collar of Rowan’s t-shirt, and they struggle to remove it together without separating their mouths until the very last second possible and reuniting immediately. Her hands skim his naked chest, and he groans into her mouth.  

He doesn’t know if the party is still raging outside, he can’t hear it; he’s completely immersed in Aelin. Drowning in her.

Delicate fingers unbutton his shorts, palming him through his boxer briefs. And Rowan pulls her closer, his own hands skimming under the hem of her short dress. They both step out of the remainder of their clothes, and a soft laugh escapes Aelin’s lips as she falls backwards onto the   bed, making them both bounce. It creaks loudly, but Rowan ignores it, letting his mouth explore every inch of her exposed skin.

Her laughter disappears quickly, much to Rowan’s delight. She whimpers softly as his tongue and teeth and lips trail down her stomach, coming to rest between her thighs. Rowan moans against her, his tongue lapping and sucking and worshipping at the altar of her hips. Her fingers play with his hair, tugging him closer and scratching at his scalp. He barely has time to insert his fingers into her before she’s clenching and shaking around him. It seems like he wasn’t the only one incredibly wound up.

She breathes his name between gasps as he guides her through her orgasm. As her legs fall open, Rowan kisses back up her body, and she’s already waiting with a condom in her hand. He lets his nose skim against her neck as she rolls it on, moving against her gentle touch.

Rowan’s entire body feels on fire as he enters her. Her legs wrap around his waist, pulling him further inside her. As far as he can possibly go. He’s never been closer to her. Ever. He cradles her head in his hands, leaning down to brush his lips against hers with every deep thrust of his hips. He pulls back and stares at her. Her turquoise eyes are trained on his, staring into his deeply as the chords of some song from his playlist swirl around them.

It’s never been like this before. He sees his feelings returned so clearly in her gaze, and as he moves inside her again, he can’t stop himself.

“I love you,” he moans and moves again. His eyes unwittingly close, so relieved to finally have said the words, to have released them into the world, that he almost doesn’t hear Aelin’s soft reply.

“What?” she pants, and Rowan flexes his hips, feeling on top of the world as he repeats himself.

“I l—”

Aelin’s hands press against his shoulders as she releases her legs. He can feel her pulse quicken below him. “No, I heard you… I just…”

Rowan finally opens his eyes as he thrusts again, and he feels Aelin push against his chest again as her eyes widen in panic. “Rowan, get off me.”

Now it’s Rowan’s turn to ask, “What?”

“Get off of me. Please.” Her voice raises in pitch, breaking at her final word, sounding nearly hysterical, and Rowan immediately rolls off of her.

She’s breathing hard as she sits up and covers herself with the sparse sheet from the bed. Rowan stares at her heaving back and his stomach twists. He reaches out to touch her shoulder, and she jumps, startled. She springs off the bed and reaches for her dress, pulling it on quickly.

Rowan sits on the bed, stunned, in silence. He wants to ask her if she’s okay, but it’s so clear that she’s not. And he’s finding it hard to say anything with his heart shattering into a million pieces.

“Why would you say that?” she asks, pained.

“Because I do?” he whispers into his hands. This wasn’t what he wanted to happen. Not at all. He didn’t think this through, but it’s too late now. Rowan deflates as she starts pacing around the room, like a caged animal.

“You’re not supposed to say that,” Aelin whispers back, horrified, and Rowan swallows the pain in his chest as he stands and faces her.

“Why are you looking at me like this is the worst thing I’ve ever said to you?”

“Because it is!” she shouts, and Rowan is shocked when he sees the beginnings of tears start to trickle down her cheeks. “Just take it back,” she pleads, and Rowan staggers backward with the force of her plea. “We only have one week left. Rowan, this has been the best summer, but it’s almost over. There’s no future for us. Love just doesn’t make sense. Let’s just pretend you didn’t say it and go back to normal.”

“No.” Rowan’s heart breaks as he continues, knowing he’s ruined everything, but he reached his capacity for pretending. He doesn’t want to do it anymore. More than that, he can’t do it anymore.

“Everything about this—” he motions between them “—has been on your terms. The secrecy, the sneaking around, when we meet, where we meet. Who is allowed to know, who we’re allowed to spend time with… I haven’t even been allowed to take you on a date. And I’ve gone along with all of it. Because I respected your feelings.”  He takes a deep breath. “But you can’t control how I feel. I fucking love you, Aelin.”

Aelin cries in earnest now. “Don’t,” she whispers. “I’m sorry.”

The words are a knife to Rowan’s chest, but he takes comfort in the fact that he knows they’re completely false. But it doesn’t matter. Aelin has made up her mind. He put himself out there, and she rejected him. She doesn’t want him around past this summer, that much is clear. A temporary distraction is all he’ll ever be to her. He feels like he can’t breathe, the room suddenly much too small for the both of them. He needs to get out of there immediately. He can’t face her pity eyes.

He finally pulls on his clothes and heads to the door. When his hand wraps around the doorknob, he hears Aelin’s panicked voice speak up again.

“Where are you going?” she asks.

“Why does it matter to you?” he asks, chuckling humorlessly. He slams the door behind him, leaving her behind.

Rowan walks down the dark street, his heart pounding and anger coursing through him. His skin prickles with it. He didn’t think she’d really deny her feelings like this. He refuses to accept her words at face value. He’s seen her lie to herself and to everyone around her all summer, and he knows now he’s just another person she’s passing falsities to. That doesn’t make it hurt less, though. He feels as if he’s just ripped a limb off, and he’s slowly bleeding out.

His feet take him deeper into town and Rowan finds himself back at the diner with a cup of burning coffee in front of him. Head in his hands, he slumps over the table and feels the dejection take over. He’s disappointed. No, he’s more than that – he’s defeated. He’s been deemed nothing more than a plaything for a girl he gave his entire heart to. He doesn’t think he’s ever done that before.

He sits in the diner until his coffee turns cold and finally makes his way back to the motel. The party still rages by the pool, and Rowan finds a seat to watch his coworkers knock back bottle after bottle of booze. He cracks open his own beer and joins in the fun. He doesn’t bother plastering a smile on his face. He scowls as he drinks, realizing he made zero friends this summer. He was too involved in whatever was going on with Aelin. A wasted summer, he thinks to himself, as he sees the groups of friends splashing and laughing in the chlorinated water.

Rowan waits until most of the party has cleared out to head back to his room. He’s hoping to avoid talking to Aelin, hoping she’s asleep. But as he walks up the stairs, he spots her in front of the motel vending machine. Her face glows eerily in the fluorescent light of the machine, making her eyes look sunken in and sallow. He can see tear tracks on her cheeks and wants nothing more than to comfort her, but he knows he can’t. Not anymore.

Instead, he walks past her and heads into their room alone. He gets under the sheets, which still smell like the remnants of their sex, and closes his eyes, needing this day to end. He doesn’t know how long he waits with his eyes closed for her to return to the room, but he knows it’s late. The bed dips and creaks as she gets in with him. She smells like peanut butter and chocolate, her comfort foods.

She perches herself on the far edge of the bed, as far away from him as possible, and Rowan’s body vibrates with the sensation of her being so near and not touching her.

Tension radiates between them as their harsh breaths fill the small room. Rowan is still so wired, he’s still up when the sun starts peeking through their curtains, unable to shake the pained expression of her rejection from his mind. He feels like an idiot. So wrappe up in his own hurt, he doesn’t even notice that Aelin is still awake, too, her breath strained and tears pooling beneath her cheek.

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[scullyy]

Afterglow

Pairing: Clementine x Louis

Word Count: 2k

Summary: Once the party has finished, the children sulk off to their rooms, worrying about the fight ahead. For Clementine and Louis, the night is still young.

A/N: welp….I was gone for longer than I thought. It was a nice break, I hadn’t realised how much I actually needed it. Despite that, I missed everyone, I missed being here. So I figured what way to come back than by posting a one-shot I’m high-key proud of?

Enjoy xx

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Does the darkness have a name?

As AJ blew out the last candle, that’s all there was. Darkness. The odd ray of moonlight poured into the room, shining through the wooden beams covering the window. It was on all of their faces, shadows making them appear older. They all felt it, together. A sombre harmony.

Clementine watched her friends slink out of the room, whispering their goodnights. She noticed the gentle shake on Ruby’s shoulders, her hands held tightly together, trying to comfort her own mind. Tenn and Willy walked away together, thankful that their friendship wasn’t long gone, thankful for the pleasant distraction.

She wondered when it first appeared, this darkness. Had it crept into their lives as children? Already apart of the world long before they were ever born, or was it new? Festering on the decay and newfound rot. She pulled her jacket around herself, trying to conceal the darkness that was definitely within her.

She was so wound up in her brooding thoughts, she didn’t even notice the small presence beside her until he tugged at her pant leg. “Clem?” Her goofball looked up at her with tired, sunken eyes. “Can we go to bed?”

Clementine would have taken his little hand and gladly dream of lighter things if there still wasn’t someone in the room. Hiding away from the moonlight, wrapped up in more darkness than anyone, Louis. His hands now lay empty beside him, the keys on his dear piano lonely. A few minutes ago he was lighting up the room with his tune, capturing the attention of everyone. Now he hid away into himself, a form Clementine hadn’t seen from him before.

“You run off kiddo, I’ll be there soon,” Knowing he would want to stay by her side, she gave AJ a little push out the room, quickly waving goodbye until the door was shut completely. He was still so new, he didn’t understand what the darkness even was and why it won’t ever go away. She turned back to Louis, finding him now tracing the edge of the keys. The silence was haunting, he didn’t fit into it at all. “I can tell that something is on your mind.”

He inhaled deeply before answering. “I’m wondering what Violet is doing right now.”

Clementine froze on the spot, her feet attached to the muddy carpet only because he was brave enough to say what everyone was thinking. “I don’t know. If Lilly wants soldiers I’m sure she won’t hurt any of them.”

“Yeah, you might be right,” Rather he hoped she was. All of them; Aasim, Omar and Violet. This woman, Lilly, was so ruthless. Yet it exposed just how blind Louis was, how unsafe and vulnerable they had been this entire time. “How many more of us have to die before the dust finally settles?” Hearing Willy and Tenn list off the names of their old school mates unlocked memories Louis filed away, hoping to never tread across again. The kid they found chomped to bits by the river, the debate club president they found hanging from the basketball hoop, the girl Louis used to sit next to in art class was barely recognizable when the walkers left her by the river. Her neon purple socks being the only telling feature.

Clementine felt it again; that strange thump in her heart, out of tune with the rest of her body. If the darkness did have a name, she assumed it would be her own. Bringing death and war wherever she went; the motor inn, Marsh House, the cabin group, Howe’s Warehouse, hell even the Garcia’s. People ran or they died and Clem couldn’t decide which was worse. “We’re going to be okay-”

“You can’t promise that!” Louis whipped his head right at her, revealing the red veins popping in his glazed eyes. He rubbed the back of his neck, pressing at the tight knots that never seemed to go away. “Sorry. I’m just scared. I’ll, uh..I’ll sleep it off, that should help.” This was everything.  His parent’s divorce. Marlons’ death. Violet’s, Omar and Aasims’ capture. Every shrapnel of pain, guilt and grief throwing him into the shallow end.

She knew it all too well. “Louis, you’re not going to bed,” Clementine recognised the look on his face, she had seen it on AJ countless times before and it always lead to nightmares and restlessness. She glanced inside the case for the classical record, finding another one inside, secretly hidden away. Lady luck was on her side for once. After setting it all up in the gramophone, she twirled over to him extending her hand. “Dance with me.”

He looked at her hand then back at her, trying to decipher what she was doing. “What?”

“C'mon, or can you not dance?”

She could see it, the darkness rolling off his shoulders like a wave lurching off a steady rock. A cheeky smile appeared on his face slowly, her Louis was shining through once again. The silly boy she had fallen for. “Oh, I can dance. I’m just not sure you’ll be able to keep up with me.” He hopped up, rubbing his sweaty palms against his jeans. When did it get so hot in here?

Clem took a final step closer, their shoes now touching. “Then show me.” She breathed into his ear, enjoying her little sense of pride as the roaring moonlight exposed his flustered expression. No longer were his eyes hollow and empty, now returning to their glowing form.

The gramophone sprang to life as the song began to fill up the room, an entity all of its own as it seemed to brush away the dark clouds nesting around them. Or perhaps it was love, crawling under their skin as they slyly glanced at each other. Either way, what bliss.

I’ll be seeing you In all the old familiar places

Louis shook his head, trying to string together a sentence. “Let’s…uh, how do we start?” They readied their hands into the right position, even if it was entirely based on what they saw on tv as children; his hands crossed around her waist, hers snaked around his neck. “You want to stand on my feet?”

Clementine’s eyebrows pursed together, her nose crinkling. “Is that a short joke?”

He hummed it over, purposefully ignoring her stubborn gaze with a slight glint in his eye. “It is now.”

That this heart of mine embraces All-day and through

Louis twirled her around beneath their natural spotlight, letting the sparks from the moon push against the claws of the darkness. It fell away from their minds just as quickly as it took ahold of them. “Never took you for the dancing type.”

“There’s still a lot you don’t know about me, Lou.”

In that small cafe The park across the way The children’s carousel

He pulled her in rather closely, placing his lips against the tip of her ear. “I look forward to finding out more then.”

The chestnut trees The wishing well

A fleet of giggles broke free from both of them as he twirled her for the umpteenth time. Clementine found the room still spinning once she was back in his arms but she didn’t mind, he was there to keep her close. He was the only thing she was certain of these days. “Told you we would have plenty of time for dates.”

Louis madly grinned from ear to ear. “This is another date? Damn, two in one day. I think that might be a new record.” His normally chipper voice had somehow reached a new level of glee, making her already frantically beating heart soak in the sound.

I’ll be seeing you In every lovely summer’s day In everything that’s light and gay I’ll always think of you that way

Clem bit at her lip, considering what exactly he had proposed. “I don’t think it is…”

“It is now, I decree it!” He sang out loud in his typical fashion.

She rolled her eyes, a common reaction to his quips. But unlike the other kids, Clem was still smiling. “You can’t just make up new records, there’s a system, it takes time.”

“Of course I can!” He twirled her with a tad more ferocity this time, letting her get distracted from the silly debate as she couldn’t help but squeal, her feet at frantic work to keep her level.

I’ll find you in the morning sun And when the night is new

Louis pulled her in closer than they originally were before, gazing down at her. His eyes softer, radiating warmth. A warmth she hadn’t seen in another human for quite a while.

“Time doesn’t exist anymore.”

Clementine gently patted his shoulder, returning to her original stance. “Let’s just get through tomorrow, then we can discuss our future.”

Their future.

I’ll be looking at the moon But I’ll be seeing you

Their future could be anything; her wish was his law. Anything she wanted or desired for the chance to show her he could be it all. He could be hers and she could be his and they could be together and it would work.

As if he wasn’t already hers the moment she graced his lowly life with her presence.

I’ll be seeing you In every lovely summer’s day

“Ow!”

“Sorry!”

“Maybe I should stand on your feet.” Clementine huffed as she attempted to shake the pain out of her foot. The heel of his boot was a lot harder than she had considered, then again she never gave his shoes much thought. Not when there were other more charming factors about him to focus on.

In everything that’s light and gay

His eyes shot down to his feet, watching carefully with every step he took. “Maybe I’m not that good at dancing.” There was no beat or melody to their odd little dance, their feet just stepping wherever and however.

I’ll always think of you that way

Gently placing her finger beneath his chin, she raised his head back up, forcing their eyes to meet. “You’re not too bad, we’ll just have to practice.”

“Oh ho ho! Practice? More dates? I like the sound of that!”

I’ll find you in the morning sun

She considered her next words carefully, not wanting to burst this enchanted bubble they had made. “It means you can’t die on me tomorrow.”

Louis almost didn’t hear her over the music, until the words settled and the weight of it clicked. It was there; death and the darkness that came with it. Not just for the war they were about to embark on, but every day after that too. “You can’t die on me either. This is a two way street.”

And when the night is new

She knew the weight of these two simple words, yet declared them anyway. “I promise.”

His much larger arms clung to her much smaller waist and gently dipped her to the floor, her hat tumbling down, though neither of them cared. She clung onto his shoulders tightly, her nails digging into his warm coat, wondering if he was trembling the same way she was. “Me too.” He promised, with nothing but love on the mind.

Their eyes remained linked; copper melting with bronze. The darkness had sulked away, letting the moment remain in a light bliss shared by the two. A new, hopeful harmony.

I’ll be looking at the moon But I’ll be seeing you

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[razorblade180]

Treasure

Misdirection, one of oldest skills in history. It’s also not hard to pull off. People see what they want to see. Good or bad, that’s just how life works; and that’s exactly what makes or breaks a thief. A young girl at the age of fifteen learned this long ago. Dirty, hungry, and poor, the people of Vacou could only see one thing. A weak street urchin, capable of nothing. The ultimate misdirection. How did she know? Simple. She was the one with diamonds around her neck and a backpack. And for those who saw her as weak, they were busy seeing the dirt kicked up from her stride.

“AFTER HER!!!” The many rushing officers cried out. “She has the clerk’s diamonds, and the customer's belongings!! Don’t let her get away!”

The crowded night streets ripped and raved with chattering yelps from citizens being pushed out the way. The fully masked blue blur bolted between the individuals, laughing as the light of the city dazzled the jewels she dawned.

“Hahahaha!” She laughed, the girl made a hard right into an alleyway. A few people cluttered it as well but it played to strength. She ran along the wall then hopped off this homeless man’s head to reach a fire escape. “Wohoo! Thanks for the lift Pete!”

“Damn you Mona!” He yelled, rubbing his head. “Why are you always such a- huh?” A flicker of light hit his eyes off of his wrist. Pete brought his arm back down to find a glorious and lavish watch that was certainly worth more than his life. He quickly took it off and slid it into his pocket, chuckling. “Hehehe, I swear, that girl I tell ya.”

Fast and free, Mona made it to the rooftop, continuing her escape into the night. To her left, cops stood on buildings with their gravity restraints at the ready. One after another was hurling at her from multiple angles.

“Tsk,well I guess a rooftop run was a little predictable, but…” Mona ducked restraints near her neck then jumped over one aimed at her ankles. This was getting a bit interesting. Too interesting for her taste. Mona did a handspring forward into a flip. While midair and upside down, she grabbed a restraint that would’ve hit her feet and flung it back to the cops. The end knocked two off course before nailing an officer in the chest, wrapping around him. “They’ll have to try a little harder than that.”

Mona kept her pace. What they lacked in skill they made up for in numbers. So many eyes on her didn’t leave her too much room for sleight of hand. Good thing a pro like her knows how to work the room. Her eyes scan the area around them.

“Water tower on the right. Nothing, nothing, and more nothing. Welp, guess I’ll play possum.” A restraint comes flying a few feet ahead. “That’ll work.” Mona jumps out in front of it ‘accidentally’ let’s her legs get snared. Mona let’s her knees buckle before rolling off a roof’s edge.

“Got her! Ground units, the alley right off the market’s left entrance.” Calls the captain to her colleagues. Several of the troops go rushing in without hesitation. “Is the thief apprehended?”

“Uhhh ma’am? You sure it’s this alleyway? Nobody’s here.”

“What do you mean!? She fell at least twenty feet with legs tied! Check around the building!” She yelled. Her trained eyes double checked the roof. “She definitely fell. Where-”

“Hey loser!”

Two restraints came flying from the captain’s right, capturing her. The impact knocked her on hard gravel roofing. “What the!?” She looks up to see mischievous golden eyes behind a black mask, twirling two knives.

Mona took out the cop’s ear piece and crushed it in her hand.“Word of advice. Anyone that gets caught after doing things like flips, probably isn’t caught. Have fun stargazing.” She put her knives away and ran off in the opposite direction of the police, vanishing.

xxxx

Racing on the rooftop filled with pride, Mona continued fleeing. Flashing blue and red lights danced in the background to blaring sirens that made the surrounding shadows move back and forth. “They never let up. Guess I’ll need more distance.” She looked ahead of her to see a tall building to run up. But as she prepared to lunge at it, Mona backsteps, avoiding a rider kick that slams right where she once stood. A figure landed right behind a second later. A young girl with red and blonde hair and carrying a backpack. The simple blue plaid skirt and white button up makes it clear that she’s a middle schooler.

“Well then, judging by all that jewelry, you’re what has the cops out in full force.” The girl spoke. Her red eyes were drawn to the necklace in particular. She had recognized those particular diamonds. “To think someone would be insane to steal from the biggest jewelry manufacturer on Remnant? Here I thought a traffic accident was making my walk home from tutoring more annoying than usual.”

“Ummm little girl, who the fuck are you?” Mona said, despite the actual height difference. In fact, it was only the school uniform that gave away the age. This girl looked just about the same height. To think someone younger was already 5’8. Not only that but there were noticeable cracks where her kick landed. This chick was not normal. As a matter of fact… “Have I seen you before? Your face is jogging memories.”

“Maybe? Doubt it though. I tend to leave lasting impressions on people, but who knows? You’ll have time to think about it in jail.”

“Jail?” Mona laughed, “Hahaha! Kid, go home to your juice box and crackers. It’ll make it easier for both of us.”

“Nah” she cracked her knuckles. “Turning a blind eye isn’t really my style unfortunately, so- ”

Mona was tired of hearing this girl’s voice. She ran up on her with a roundhouse kick that missed the kid’s head. Before Mona could register that her opponent had ducked, a fist slammed into her gut, sending her flying backwards. Mona used the momentum to tuck a bf roll back to her feet. “Well then, that was unexpected.”

“It won’t be the only thing if you-hey! Is that my wallet!?”

Mona smiled, flipping a red wallet in her hand. “Hey, you were asking to get robbed.” She opened the wallet and took all the money out. An ID was also in the front. “Huh, Carmine Arc-Rose.” Her eyes looked at the girl then back at the idea. The first name was foggy, but the symbol and last name were known anywhere. “Ohhh, you’re the hero’s kid. Small world. To think I had the privilege to rob the child of the famous Story Teller, Ruby Rose.”

“It’ll be a short lived victory.” Carmine glared, “I don’t know how you managed to pickpocket me, but you won’t get away with it!” Carmine charged forward.

Mona thought nothing of it until the Rose disappeared then reappeared midair with her roundhouse ready to snap forward. “Oh.” Mona ducked in time. A flurry of left and right cross punches came breezing by her face. She eventually got both of her hands up to start redirecting the powerful blows away from her face; until she found an opening to open palm Carmine’s chest, grabbing her by the collar and flinging her away. “Someone is feisty!”

Carmine landed on the balls of her feet, springing herself upward. Her body jerked forward to attack again. This time Carmine spun like a top to deliver a spin kick that hit the crook’s blocking for arms.

Mona grunted, “Damn, of course she’s trained!” Her arms gave out from the force of the kick and Mona got sent back again. This time she backflipped to break her momentum, landing in a crouching position. “Well, you’re annoying.”

“And you’re weirdly nimble. Not to mention agile, faunus?”

“Tah! It’s called hard work.” Mona threw one of her knives at Carmine’s face.

Carmine caught it with her bare hands. However, that wasn’t the best move. With her eyes paying attention to the immediate danger, Carmine didn’t see that Mona had already moved. The thief was right over her, landing on top of her shoulders upside.

“Bye, bitch.” Mona’s gripped Carmine’s shirt again as she fell backwards out of her handstand. Her feet hit the ground fast and her upper body flung upright, hurling Carmine overhead with enough power to completely fling her off the roof. Her knife was dropped in the process for her to pick up. Mona took off! Fleeing the scene again. “Well that was fun, but the last thing I need is some famous brat and the cops chasing-”

“HEY!”

Mona looked over the shoulder. She had to be seeing things. Unless her memory was wrong, but she was certain the hero of Remnant didn’t have triplets. Yet right now Mona was looking at three very pissed Carmines. “What the!? You split yourself or something!?”

“Are you seriously telling me we live in the same place and you don’t know me!?” The Carmine in the middle said. She grabbed the arm of the one to her right. The middle one jumped high in the air, spinning the other around and laughing her at Mona.

“This fucking kid…” Mona turned completely around and ran at the one speeding her. She dove over the midair tackle, grabbing the bag on its back and throwing them at the middle Carmine to catch. She kept running at the third one. “Get lost already!” Mona flipped into a helicopter kick that forced hit Carmine across the jaw. Her legs then came together as she used her arms to laugh a donkey kick into Carmine’s chest. Mona wasn’t finished. Once she landed on her feet, Mona did another backflip onto Carmine’s shoulders; this time to lock her legs around each side of the girl’s face. Annoying or not, Mona wasn’t about to go too far. She chose to drop her elbow on Carmine’s head really hard instead of using her knives.

The Carmine struggled to breathe and pry herself free. “Let...go!” She fell backwards, slamming both of them to the ground.

Mona rolled off the girl to find the other two flying at her with a rider kick each. A hop backwards for her to safety, then a dash forward clotheslined both. The sudden burst of speed was more than enough to knock them over. In the distance, she could see yet another one coming at her. However, that Carmine visibly had Mona recognized was trash on her. That was the one she threw off the roof.

“What, your semblance cloning or something?”

She said, running off as the other three got on their feet. “That’s cheating!”

“Says the thief!” The three said in unison. The left and right clones grabbed the middle and chucked her like a javelin that flew past Mona and to the next building to cut her off. “You’re not escaping!”

“WELL I AIN’T STAYING EITHER!” The open was to the right so Mona made a hard left to unblocked buildings. Sadly, cop lights flashed in that direction. Three Carmine’s were now on her left, one to her right, and as fast as she was, Mona wasn’t liking her chances of dodging busy traffic unscathed. This wasn’t looking too good, and all because of one freaking middle schooler! No matter. Mona did her best work under pressure. Time to kill two birds with one stone.

“You got nowhere to run!” The Carmines said.

“Not with you around! Carmine Arc Rose, was it? You’re gonna wish you minded your business! The name is Mona, and I like your moves. Think I’ll borrow them!” Her left hand pointed to the trio of Carmine blonde redheads and glowed a dark blue. A blue and red band wrapped around her wrist with a rose symbol on the underside.

The same happened to the Carmine in the far back, but the symbol created was two knives crossing each other. “Huh!?”

Mona laughed mischievously, “Hahaha, marked ya.”

Mona slammed her left foot hard and blitzed right at such speed that she all but vanished. The lone clone couldn’t keep track of her until Mona was right in her face, performing a spinning kick that crashed into the clone so hard that it burst into petals. Mona stabbed her knives into the ground as she skidded on the roof trying to control her speed. “Damn, she has this kind of power!?” Mona launched herself forward at the other three.

The real Carmine witnessed the clone furthest in front get roundhouse kicked to oblivion, then the third wasn’t ready for the series of cross punches that turned to petals. Without thinking, Carmine brought her hands up to block and sure enough, it was a very powerful rider kick. “My moves, she-gah!” Her arms buckled from the impact. Even aura didn’t stop the pain. Her arms gave way.

Mona dragged her foot down, opening up Carmine defenses. “Hold this for me.” Mona took her mask off and slapped it on to Carmine and swept her legs from under her. “Later…” she spun violently then put all of might into throwing her into the flashing lights.

Carmine could barely see anything as she was sent down and out like a falling star through piles of trash, tumbling onto the sidewalk concrete. Her backpack helped break the fall but only a little. Carmine groaned and stumbled to her feet, head pounding from the landing and flashing lights. She groaned, “Uuuuggghhh, ow. That piece of-”

“FREEZE!”

Mona looked around her. Cops and bystanders surrounded her with varying expressions. The mask began cracking off her face and light hit her eyes hard. Carmine brought her hands to block some of it, then gasped to realize more light hit her from the diamond jewelry that shined on her arms. Her situation was beginning to settle in. Carmine hissed under her breath, “that little…” she sighed in frustration, dropping to her knees and putting her hands behind her bed for the cops to come and cuff her. “Mom is gonna kill me.”

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Finally, a clean getaway. Mostly. Mona leaned against a metal beam underneath a water tower, exhausted. Her arms ached from the kick she gave Carmine and the fall the girl took didn’t do Mona’s ribs any justice. “Ugh, I should've broken the connection. Then again, no guarantee she would’ve walked off that landing otherwise.”

Mona took off the jeweled necklace and put it in her bag. It was a good thing this one item was worth more than triple on everything else. Mona kept rummaging around and pulled out half a sub happily. “Aye! I’m surprised this is still in one piece. Come to mama!”

Mona closed her eyes and took a bite. But...she missed? Her eyes opened to find no sandwich there. “Huh!? How did...where…?” She looked around to find it missing.

“It’s above you.” A voice called.

Mona looked up. Above her was another new person she’s never met. A boy with black wings with a shred of white across. The plaid blue pants and white shirt made her mood change from confusion to anger. “For the love of- don’t middle schoolers have curfews or some shit!?” Mona blinked, gasping immediately from the boy suddenly not being on the beam. “What…?”

“In front of you.” He said.

She looked down to see him holding her sandwich. She blinked again and the sandwich was gone. Now it was in her hand, but her bag was in his! “What!? Hey!” She stood up. “Give that back!”

The brown eyed boy laughed, “hahaha, you want this?” He dangled the bag on one finger in front of her. “Judging by your comment earlier, you’re the reason Carmine called me from a jail cell.”

“And if I am?” Mona crouched low, ready to fight.

The boy examined the girl before him. The redness of her forearms and slightly ragged breath gave away she’s not up to full energy. Not only that. Dark circles around her eyes and frazzled hair made her look like she’s never known full energy. Her fingers were skinny, face a bit too thin. Then there was her skin. Though tanned, it looked a little off color. “Question, how old are you?”

Mona raised an eyebrow. For some reason, she felt compliant. That vanishing trick wasn’t speed. Whatever it was, Mona was smart enough to know to know that it was a problem. “Fifteen.” She answered.

“Really? Huh, ya got two years on me then. Guess that means I should respect my elders a little bit. Catch.” He tossed her the bag. “Mona, is that right? Name is Aero.”

“That supposed to mean anything to me? She said, pissed. Mona put the bag on her back and bit her sandwich.

“No. Not yet anyways. You may or may not have heard a couple of snot nosed brats going around and stealing from the adults and messing with gangs?” He said confidently. “I run it.”

She had actually heard of him. Cops around south Vacou had been extra alert as of late. Considering the little stunt he just pulled, Mona was inclined to believe him. “That rings a bell. So what, this your way of telling me not to mess with your people? Your little girlfriend should’ve stayed in her lane.”

“Oh Carmine? Eh, she’ll be alright. What you did was kinda funny!”

“.......” Mona looked around for a second. “Uh, what?”

“You heard me. I just wish I saw the whole thing. Trust me, that girl isn’t that kind of person who needs a bodyguard or someone like me to go fighting her battles. Honestly, I’d sleep with an eye open if I were you. She was upset.”

“So then why find me?”

“Easy, curiosity. Possibly recruitment too.” He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and held it out. Mona looked at him suspiciously for a second before swiping it faster than he could see. “Wow. Light touch.” he flapped his wings to take off. “That’s a map to my little hideout, and don’t worry about it being a trap. That map also has my address.”

Mona opened up the paper and sure enough. There were two spots marked.

“I’m sure I don’t have to tell you all the good spots to sell that necklace, but I’d do it one jewel at a time. The reward on your head is bound to be massive. People are bound to realize that necklace if you sell that whole.”

Mona’s scrunched her face. “I know how to sell stolen goods, pipsqueak. Why are you helping me?”

Aero shrugged. “Eh, call it an investment. If you do go to the hideout then do me a favor and not eat all the food in the fridge.” Aero saluted her with two fingers and flew away.

Mona watched the strange boy fly in the direction his house was marked in. It could be an elaborate trick. And yet…

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It took almost twenty minutes, but she found it. In an unmarked alleyway enveloped by the shadows of tall buildings that even blocked the mood, Mona pushed a massive dumpster out the way of a whole in the wall and went in, blocking it again. Inside was a fairly big room that spread out into multiple caverns like a labyrinth, but she paid no mind to any of it. She was too focused on the beanbags in the middle and fridge in the back. She walked over to it and found dozens of fruit and other foods. A stronger rumble in her stomach made her take what looked like half a half and some water. She stumbled back to a beanbag and sat down.

Against her judgment, Mona relaxed her guard. In the distance was a first aid kit but Mona couldn’t be bothered to get it. She was so...so tired. Her body sunk into the cozy beanbag, sighing in relief as the tension of the outside world finally felt blocked by shelter; real shelter.

“Maybe….I can finally get some sleep?”

#rwby #rwby au #rwby rosebud #carmine arc rose #mona paulo furem #aero amitola #rwbabies

[callmegkiddo]

What art work?

(this is a korosensei x Wolf! Teacher! reader)

(3rd p.o.v)

‘Shoot, I’m late! Oh no, oh no!’ you screamed to yourself as you sprinted across the forest surrounding the old campus. As you gunned pass the beehive, snakes, boulders, through the bridge and past the river. You almost broke down the door to the entrance of the campus, before running down the halls, almost smacking into Korosensei, and to the ladies bathroom. Slamming the door shut, you let out a sigh of relief. Happy to have made it on time. 

~RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGN~

The bell rang indicating the start of Homeroom, and class to get to their seats, and wait for attendance hail to begin. As you like to call it. Seeing as there would be a literal hail of anti-sensei BB’s sprayed everywhere.

(Y/n’s p.o.v)

I sigh as I lowered my head to get the adrenalin to subside. Once I was calm, I stood upright and fixed my bag. Walking over to the mirrors, I pulled out my brush, handkerchief, baby wipes, and my tinted lip balm. Laying everything out I got to work on fixing my appearance.

(Time skip)

My ears twitched a bit as I brushed out the fuffed or messy fur-hair. Doing the same to my tail. I was finally finished fixing and grooming. Letting out a hum of satisfaction, I placed everything back and walked out of the bathroom. Bag in hand I walked past the few vacant rooms used for storage on anything non-P.E. Walking past the 3-E classroom, I couldn’t help but eavesdrop on the discussion.

First period:

Subjects:

Math

And Home etiquette

As I listened, I couldn’t help but grin at the equations on the mathematics questions. “Now everyone, can someone tell me the expanded solution of (-52) + 36 - (255) + -360?” Asked Korosensei. ‘PEMDAS in integers? These kids are lucky’ I thought as I opened the door, walking in. Everyone grinned at my arrival already knowing what was happening, for I always made daily appearances to help the kids out on questions in the subjects randomly. Korosensei sweat dropped as his permanent smile faltered a bit before widening. “The expanded form of the first equation is:

Negative 50 as tens, and 2 as it’s ones. Minus positive 30 as tens, and 6 as ones. The answer however is:

-50 + 30 = -20, 2 + 6 = 8 the reason it is subtracted instead of them being added is because of it’s different sign. Now we just take the sign of the biggest digit which is -52 and sum that u to the answer. Which is -12.  The reason it is -12 is that if you try adding negatives t positives the equation sign in the middle will become its opposite. And the opposite of addiction is subtraction.”

I spoke whilst writing on the blackboard with a white chalk stick, smirking as I looked towards the class, then towards Korosensei who blushed. The poor octopus sweat dropped even more as he fidgets a bit. ‘Cute’ I thought before turning to the blackboard again and resuming my answer. “Now the expanded form of 255 - (-360) is:

Positive 200 as its hundreds, 50 as it’s tens, and 5 as its ones. Then negative 300 as hundreds, and 60 as tens. The solution would look like:

200 + (-300) = -100, 50 - (-60) = 110 and then there’s the only ones which is the 5. Simply add them together with the same quirks as before and you will get 15. The reason it is 15 is that the biggest digit is 110 which is a positive number. So now all you have to do is the last thing in the question.

(-12) - 15 = -27. Okay, now the reason it isn’t positive is that we can’t subtract a number smaller than it’s subtrahend. You kids get me?” I spoke with a sigh then turned to the class.

The Kids all smiled as they took down notes, even Terasaka grinned. Everyone looked up at the same time and beamed at me “Hai. Arigato L/n-sensei!” they all thanked me as I chuckled. Korosensei was having a fit as he complained about how come they understood my teaching a lot better even though he did the same thing. A gentle smile graced my lips as I turned swiftly, a little too fast for Korosensei to react on time as I pulled out an anti-sensei knife from my sleeve. Korosensei reacted with panic as he used his Mach 20 speed to dodge my attack. Although I wasn’t able to cut a few tentacles I was able to create a deep gash. Putting the rubber knife back I turned to the class and smiled “Welp that’s it for me. I’m off, have fun min’na!” I said waving to them. Everyone bed me goodbye as Korosensei stood there with bewilderment on his face before snapping back to his normal dorky and cheerful self. “Sayonara N/n-san!” The octopus bid as his smile widened again, the color of his body turned a light warm pink as a light visible blush dusted on his squishy cheeks. He regenerated as he waved one of his hand-tentacles in my direction. Letting out a light chuckle I waved to him as well before opening the door and stepping out. Closing the door, I let out a happy sigh. I checked the clock on the wall of the campus just outside the classroom “9:30 am huh?” I pondered as I walked off to the teacher’s lounge. Opening the door I smiled and greeted my other colleagues “Ohayōgozaimasu Karasuma-sensei, Irina-sensei” I spoke with a slight head bow. Karasuma looked up from his laptop’s screen “Ohayō L/n-desu” He greeted before looking down at his work again and continuing with typing on the keyboard. Irina, however, perked up and looked at me in my direction, grinning she puts down her table, got up, and ran over to me. Engulfing me in a big hug. “Ohayōgozaimasu L/n-san! Oh, it’s so good to see you again. I sure do hope your feeling well” She said letting go, her grin widening. I let out a halfhearted laugh. “Same to ‘Vic-san!” she smiled before going back to her desk. I went to my desk, which was in front of Korosensei’s desk but to the left of Karasuma’s desk. Sitting down, I plopped my backpack on my lap. Opening the big zipper I pulled out my laptop. Placing it gently on the desk. I pulled out my attachable mouse and a mouse pad. Plugging in and laying the pad flat on my desk. I went ahead and prepared things that I wasn’t able to finish, whilst turning on my laptop. While waiting for my laptop to finish loading I pulled out my checklist and checked my to-do list.

“To-do list:

Grab some mochi for everyone (check)

Grade and check papers (not done)

Give Korosensei the artwork-”

I paused my murmuring as I sweat dropped at the sudden silence ‘I was mumbling again- oh no-’. The taps of fingers on a laptop were gone, nor was Irina’s complaining and nails tapping on the screen of her tablet audible. Just silence. “What artwork Y/n-san?” Karasuma’s voice interrupted the eerie silence. I gulped “Uhm something I made over the 2 days of the week I was gone. “N-nande Karasuma-san?” I sweat dropped as silence was made again. ‘Kuso ̄ ‘ I cursed to myself.

What will I do or even say?

Show the artwork?

Stutter aimlessly?

#Korosensei #xreader #karasuma #irina #assasination classroom #I made this at school during 2nd quarter ;w; #korosensei x reader

[classyandroidandy]

Mr. Mom -- Hendrickson x Wife Reader

I absolutely LOVE this song, and I highly recommend listening to it while reading this (as I am right now!). I thought that this would be the CUTEST little idea, and what better way to show how excited I am for season 3! Finally!

I totally love Hendrickson, and I loved how great of an antagonist he was! I put some songs in that you can listen to while reading (as I listened to these as I wrote). They don’t all explicitly pertain to the writing, but they were just soothing and quiet. Listen or don’t, I don’t really care either way. Welp, I won’t hold ya from the story any longer. As I always say...

~Enjoy!

Songs to listen to: Mr. Mom by Lonestar

Malibu by Miley Cyrus

Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You by College Music

One Big Country Song by LoCash

Fine! by Malbum

One Day at a Time by Quinn CXII

WARNING: This story contains wholesome feels! No viewer warnings!❤

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Hendrickson sighed in content as he walked home from the castle, seeing a woman digging in the backyard garden. A smile graced his lips as he glanced at her widened hips. The tall knight couldn’t suppress a deep breath as he pressed his nose into the warm neck of his dearest, wrapping his arms around her middle.

“What a lovely sight to come home to...” Hendrickson breathed, pressing his hands forward to cup the swollen stomach of his wife. She stumbled backwards slightly at the sudden hold, but quickly laughed the male off.

“Well, good evening to you too, sir.” (Y/n) laughed, brushing her hair from her face with her wrist. Her hands were crusted in dirt from weeding her precious garden. Hendrickson laughed, pressing his nose farther into the tender skin of the female’s neck. The smaller woman hissed at the feeling, giggling as she swatted her dirty hands at her spouse.

“Git out of my neck! You goose!” She cried, shrieking as the knight grabbed her around her waist and hoisted her slightly into the air, spinning with her. The two laughed brightly, enjoying the positive moment they had together.

“Daddy!” A small voice yelled, pattering feet rushing toward the two adults. Hendrickson gently placed his wife back on her feet as he glanced at the small boy running up to him. Hendrickson didn’t hesitate to grasp the small child in his large hands, effortlessly lifting the young boy over his head with a laugh. The child screamed with joy.

“Ah! There’s my little man! Did you work hard for mommy today?” Hendrickson laughed, perching the toddler on his broad shoulders. The boy giggled while nodding, wrapping his tiny hands around the Holy Knight’s head.

“Worked hard on making daddy’s surprise, huh?” (Y/n) teased, leaning heavily onto the fence surrounding the large garden. The silver haired male took immediate notice.

“(Y/n)?” He asked quietly, lifting the small boy off his shoulders and back onto the ground as he quickly approached his wife. The female tutted at him while sticking a grateful hand out to the man.

“Oh, hush. You fret like an old woman!” (Y/n) teased. “I’m fine, just heavy.” The female breathed, closing her eyes as she rubbed a hand across her large stomach. Hendrickson began guiding the woman back towards the house, gathering the young boy once again in his arm as they walked, bouncing the child against his chest as they moved.

“I’m not an old woman...” The knight pouted, jutting his lip out playfully at his wife as he glanced at her with forlorn. (Y/n) snorted, scrunching her nose up as she laughed. Hendrickson deepend his pout.

“Don’t laugh at me.” He snickered, placing his son down as he entered the humble home and turned to face his wife. He reached his hands up to cup her face gently as her laughs subsided. He smoothed his thumb across her cheek, enjoying the warmth that spread beneath his touch. (Y/n) turned from his grasp and began to scrub her hands in the sink as she pushed the remaining dirt from under her fingernails.

“How ‘bout you go put chuckles to bed? We can sit together after.” (Y/n) suggested, fighting the plea from her voice at the prospect of a small break. Hendrickson looked down at his wife’s swollen feet and ankles. The male smiled at her, nodding as he pressed a firm kiss to her forehead.

“I’ll be right on that. Go lay down and prop your feet up, dearest.” Hendrickson mumbled as he walked towards the bouncing, giggling child. He scooped the little boy up by his feet, tossing the toddler in the air as he walked them to the small back bathroom to get cleaned and ready for bed.

(Y/n) gave a sigh of relief, limping to her shared room and finally laying down for the first time that day, bunching the blankets underneath her feet to ease the throbbing. She glanced down at her swollen belly, pressing a gentle hand to the stretched skin as she savored the feeling of the growing life inside her. (Y/n) closed her eyes as she leaned back and began to relax.

Hendrickson snuck into the room quietly and sat near his wife’s swollen feet. His large hands grasped the smooth flesh and gently beginning to massage her aching appendages. The woman hissed at the feeling, sinking further into the mattress beneath her as she allowed her husband to ease the pain in her feet and ankles. (Y/n) peeked an eye down at the silver-haired male and smiled.

“Y’know, I’ll always love you.” The woman murmured, propping herself up on her elbows. The knight fought the blush that rose to his cheeks as he switched feet. He couldn’t deny how nice it was to hear her say such things. Especially when he thought no one would ever come to love him. He loved coming home and seeing the small life he was able to create with his precious wife, see the second life he was blessed with through the bulge of her stomach.

“I... I love you too, (Y/n)... So, so much...” Hendrickson whispered, releasing the tender flesh of his spouse’s feet to crawl up to her face, pressing a firm kiss to her lips. The female responded quickly with an equally loving kiss. There was nothing but admiration and gratefulness shared between the two. Hendrickson’s arms lifted up to trap his wife between his biceps. He pulled away from the kiss and gazed lovingly into the (e/c) orbs of his dearest.

“Hend...” (Y/n) whispered, grabbing one of her husband’s hands and pulling it to her stomach.

“Hmm?” Hendrickson questioned, looking down at the swollen stomach of his lover. His question was answered quickly with the feeling of a light thumping kick to the side of his wife’s stomach. The Holy Knight’s eyes widened as he moved away from (Y/n)’s face, leaning closer to her stomach as he became enamored with the enlarged area.

“He can feel you...” (Y/n) whispered to the male. He nodded absently as he continued to move his hands slowly across her belly. His hand slowly reached to grasp his spouse’s, pulling the appendage close to him as he pressed a kiss to her knuckles, tears gathering in his eyes.

“Thank you, (Y/n)... For believing in me when I couldn’t... For supporting me when I was afraid... For loving me when I couldn’t love myself... Thank you...” Hendrickson breathed, turning his gaze to stare at the woman beneath him, tears spilling down his cheeks as he fought sobs. His wife tutted, reaching her arms out to him. The male embraced her slowly as he took care to be mindful of her sensitive body. (Y/n) ran a comforting hand through his silver hair.

“Of course, Hendrickson. I’ll always love you...” (Y/n) whispered, beginning to fall asleep. The comfort of her spouse safely returning home and warmly embracing her lulled her to sleep.

Hendrickson pressed one last kiss to her forehead before getting comfortable next to the love of his life. He carefully draped an arm across the woman before closing his eyes, pulling (Y/n) into his chest as he dozed off.

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#the seven deadly sins #nanatsu no taizai #hendrickson #x reader #seven deadly sins x reader #hendrickson x reader