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garfunklefield · 2 months

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Can I be your favorite?

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top!Suguru Geto/bottom!Satoru Gojo Warnings: size kink, gojo is a gay trans twink, MPREG (this is a major theme), bottom gojo, top geto, hickies, biting, possessive geto, pussy eating, bottom growth sucking, breeding kink, creaming, multiple orgasms, dumbification, gojo cannot walk after this, dacryphilia, creampie Word count: 2685 DESC: Gojo wants to get pregnant

Have you ever wanted a satosugu fic where Gojo got pregnant?? This is for you!

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“What. I’m not impregnating you. That’s irresponsible,” Suguru narrowed his eyes at his best friend. They had known each other for more than ten years, so Satoru proposing pregnancy wasn’t weird so much as it was … financially a bad idea. Suguru wasn’t against the idea of having sex with his best friend. He just wasn’t so sure about the baby's aspect. I mean, babies are a lot of work! Were they both ready for such a commitment?

“Suguru…” Satoru looked to the side, a frown pulling down on his perfectly glossed lips, “Isn’t the next step after marriage babies?”

“We’re not married,” he sighed, shaking his head as he spoke.

“Not yet! I’m planning ahead,” Gojo leaned back against the couch the two of them shared. Being roommates they opted for one of everything. They’ve always shared, so it didn’t matter much to them. The same couch, the same laptop, the same bed.

Satoru loved that they shared things. They’d even share women if he wasn’t gay and utterly in love with Suguru- but anyway. He wouldn’t ever admit that fact though. He didn’t want to ruin their perfect friendship, so this was pushing it. They’d done things before. Satoru would help his best friend if he had a boner that only a hlowjob would quench. And Suguru would practice his oral skills on Satoru’s tender spot. Purely platonic.

“Satoru,” Suguru looked over at him with low eyes, purring his name as if it was a prayer, “You want me to fuck you until you’re pregnant?” He raised a dark eyebrow, purple eyes sizing him up. His best friend had always been the smaller of the two. A smaller frame but a huge personality was what Suguru would describe him as.

The white-haired man swallowed. He didn’t have to word it like that. He didn’t have to word it in a way that made his cunt suddenly soaked. God, Suguru didn’t know the hold he had over his best friend. Just the way he spoke was enough to turn Satoru on beyond belief. He needed his meaty cock inside his walls now, or he’d explode. Satoru already knew his friend was hung; I mean he couldn’t fit him inside his mouth entirely! So imagine him deep inside his vagina????? God, it was too much. He could practically see the little bulge in his tummy from how big he'd be, basically fucking Satoru’s cervix.

“Now now…” Suguru closed their shared laptop and set it on the side table, turning his attention to the smaller man. His eyes fluttered closed, rows of thick black eyelashes brushing against his skin, “Don’t get all quiet on me now, Toru.”

“Suguru….” Satoru whined quietly, biting back on his bottom lip to stop a louder whimper from coming out, “Maybe.” He turned his body, bringing his knees up and over the couch and spreading them out. Barely touching his feet against Suguru’s side.

“Maybe what? Use your words,” Suguru put two hands on either side of Satoru’s body, leaning forward against him on the couch. Maneuvering himself to be on top of his friend, “Don’t make me fuck your request out of you, Toru.” He rasped slowly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Gojo closed his eyes and ran his hand up from his side to Suguru’s back, pulling him closer, “Make me pregnant- you know…”

“No, I don’t,” Geto opened his eyes and stared at him, purple irises waiting for an answer.

“Fill me up till I can’t walk- you’re being an asshole,” he pouted, raising his hand and lightly smacking his best friend on the back of the forehead.

Suguru let out a laugh and leaned his head forward against his friend's collarbone, “I’m sorry. Why don’t I make it up to you?” He lifted his head and pressed his lips against Satoru’s neck. At first, it was sweet, just a shallow kiss. Then Satoru felt his teeth bite down on his supple skin, biting and sucking to create a hickey. He gasped and wrapped his arms around Suguru’s head, pulling him in deeper.

“Asshole…” he whimpered, closing his eyes to fully enjoy this sensation. It hurt so good. The feeling of Geto biting just to get a rise of him was so hot.

Geto pulled back and wiped his mouth with his arm, admiring his work. A sloppy purple mark was forming against his friend's neck. And he wasn’t done. He pushed Satoru’s head to the left to get a better view of the skin before he bit down. He skipped the pleasantries and got straight into the meat of the exchange. Biting. He bit and sucked different spots, marking Gojo in a way that showed he was Suguru’s. And only Suguru’s

“F-fuck please…” Satoru whimpered, the biting sensation becoming too much. His skin was practically on fire. All he wanted was just Suguru rubbing against his huge swollen clit. Ever since he started testosterone he had become so sensitive that just touching it without any cover hurt. But he didn’t care. He needed to feel his big fingers.

“Desperate boy…” Suguru purred, pulling back to stare up at Satoru, “Why don’t I kiss those pretty lips?” Satoru nodded, his bottom lip jutting out from his pout. His best friend leaned forward and pressed their lips together in a chaste kiss. They had done this before, it was obvious. But never like this. It was never this hot. It was never this… good.

Suguru tilted his head and deepened the kiss, opening his mouth. Gojo let him do whatever he possibly could, just reveling in the taste of his best friend. The love of his life. His one and only. He moaned into the kiss, turning his head in the opposite direction as Suguru. They molded their mouths together in a perfect dance, with their tongues barely ghosting each other. Just tasting each other would be enough to make Suguru cum in his pants, if he was honest. He’d been wanting this for so long and now he had it, he was going to make sure Satoru wasn’t going to walk for the next few days.

Suguru pulled back from the kiss and pushed Satoru back, moving downwards to pull down his pants. His best friend didn’t fight it, in fact, Satoru helped him get those stubborn jeans off. There he was, a perfect pussy veiled by perfect pink underwear.

“Pink? Really?” Suguru looked up at him and smiled, running an index finger down the middle of his underwear to feel the wetness through the cloth.

“Sh..shut up,” he mumbled, looking away. A hazy blush filled his cheeks, creating a fuzzy feeling in his face where he couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re so wet. You want to be filled up so bad, huh? You want to be a daddy so bad?” Suguru teased, pressing two fingers down where he assumed the bottom growth was. He knew he was right when Satoru’s breath hitched and his head leaned back against the armrest of the couch.

“Please… Sugu..mm f-fuck,” Satoru whimpered, putting his own hand over the top of Suguru’s, pressing it down further.

“Patience is a virtue, Satoru,” he smiled, leaning down to become face-to-face with his pussy. Two fingers pulled the underwear to the side and god was he gorgeous. Suguru never found himself attracted to genitals before. But he couldn’t help but stare at this cunt. It was perfect. His labia was an outer one, which complimented his perfect bottom growth. He’d never eaten out someone with an outer labia until he met Satoru, and he’d never admit it but that was his favorite kind to eat out. He loved to feel the plush lips against his face as he sucked and licked, taking them all into his mouth or focusing purely on the engorged clit. It was … fun!

His long tongue escaped his mouth and licked up from the hole up to the clit, just to see Satoru’s reaction. He tensed and grabbed a fist full of Suguru’s hair, biting his lip to stop a loud noise from coming out. Suguru smiled and pressed his face into the cunt, eating away as if he was a man starved of this for centuries. He ate as if there was no tomorrow. As if this was his last meal. As if he’d never eat this again.

“F-Sugu! Mmm.. f.. s-shit,” Satoru yelped, arching his back forward. He curled inwards, before arching back and grinding his hips against the other's face. He knew exactly how to make him cum within seconds. He knew exactly how to make Satoru squirm and beg for more.

Suguru was hard beyond belief, so hard he began to lightly grind himself against the couch. Just anything to get off to the sound of Gojo’s perfect voice, raising an octave when he hit the perfect spot. Two of his large hands snaked around his hips, bringing him closer. He was glued to this cunt, sucking and licking until he couldn’t anymore. Oh, but he still wasn’t done. Even if Satoru was sensitive and even if he was to the point of passing out, Suguru would still go. He wanted to be milked completely dry from his best friend's perfect pussy.

“P..please,” Satoru moaned, leaning his head back and trailing one arm up his side. He traced up his own chest and grabbed onto the collar of his shirt, trying to grab anything to steady himself from this pleasure.

“Since you asked so nicely…” Suguru smiled, leaning back and using one hand to spread apart his folds, before sticking his tongue deep into his best friend's hole. While his tongue fucked Satoru, he relished in the taste. Then he pulled out to focus on his clit. Going back and forth and back and forth to satisfy his urges.

Satoru couldn’t keep the impending orgasm back any longer and he found himself cuming onto Suguru’s tongue within seconds of him performing this ritual on his cunt. But Suguru didn’t stop the dance with his mouth for a few more moments just to make him increasingly more sensitive.

“Dick…” Satoru murmured, closing his eyes gently.

“Just for you,” Suguru smiled and sat up, pressing a kiss on his friend's pubic bone before going to undo his own belt, “Let’s get to baby-making, Toru.”

Satoru opened one of his eyes and a lazy smile appeared on his lips as he watched his best friend's dick fall out from his underwear. Big and throbbing, leaking with precum just for him. If he had the strength, he’d run a hand over the shaft and start to fuck him with his hands. But he was starting to realize walking was going to be a challenge after today. The tip pushed against Gojo’s bottom growth, making him hiss at the sensation. Suguru knew what he was doing, taking his time and letting his dick graze up and down Satoru’s folds.

“M..meanie,” Satoru grabbed at his shirt again, raising it to show his chest. Scars ran along the top of his chest, edging down to his armpit. Then the same on the other side. Top surgery. He was so thankful he had it at that moment for the fact that wearing a binder while being fucked would be incredibly uncomfortable.

“What? You want me to thrust in there without letting you adjust? I’m not cruel…” Suguru cooed, placing one of his hands on Satoru’s stomach, “I want to feel you stretch to fit my cock… even if it takes a bit.” Satoru bit back a moan and nodded, feeling his friend push his dick deeper into him. First the head then slowly the shaft followed suit. God just the feeling of himself getting stretched was making him increasingly more aroused.

Then Suguru saw the small bulge forming on his stomach. Right where his meaty cock sat, was shown by protruding fat on his best friend's tummy. “Fuck… you’re gonna milk me, huh? Milk me dry, huh?” He slowly forced himself further in until the base was almost touching Satoru’s cunt, then he pulled back, then slammed forward.

Satoru gasped and reached his hand out for Suguru’s, grasping it tightly. Then he slammed his hips again and another whimper came out of the twink. His rhythm started slow and precise, but his tight walls were making it hard to concentrate. The urge to cum- the need to fill up Satoru was greater than any pleasurable feeling he’d experienced before. He wanted to make him pregnant and fill him with his own luscious seed. Who cares if people look? Who cares if some might find it weird? It didn’t matter to Suguru at all.

With that, he felt a pang of pleasure shoot up his cock and it twitched cumming into his best friend. He couldn’t even last two minutes with the thought of impregnating Satoru. Hot cum coated his friends' walls and made him squirm with pleasure. Being filled up was a feeling he never knew he needed, and doing the filling was a thing Suguru didn’t know he craved.

“Sugu.. mm.. we-we’re good..” Satoru mumbled, opening his blue eyes fully to stare up at his best friend. White eyelashes fluttered a few times and a few strands of hair fell overtop his forehead. How could he finish now? How could he finish without ruining him? He wanted Satoru to cry and beg for mercy. He needed it. Suguru… needed it.

“Toru… milk me,” Suguru murmured, leaning forward to be in more of a missionary pose. He rested himself atop Satoru and pressed his face into his friend's neck, “Please. Let me have this…” he looked up to find Satoru staring back at him. He nodded a few times and closed his eyes, giving Suguru all the permission he’d need.

With that, Suguru began to thrust again. But this time, he wasn’t taking any care to be slow or savor it. He’d already savored enough. Now it was rough and strong, less delicate or precise. His mouth found Satoru’s and pressed a long kiss to it. Opening his own mouth to search for Toru’s tongue. They found each other and met with an erotic dance, causing a deep moan to erupt from Suguru. He wasn’t very vocal in bed, as the white-haired male came to find out. He wouldn’t moan as much as he would groan and speak sweet nothings.

Now it was different. Now he needed to be loud. Now he desperately needed to be loud. Another moan came out, complimenting Satoru’s constant whimpers and whines. He was past the point of making a coherent sentence.

All he was spouting was nonsense like “Please fuck me Daddy” and “harder harder!!” Joking… it really sounded like:

“Mm.. s-sugu.. ah-hah.. fu..mmm ha..harder d-daddy.. f..fuck,” Satoru gasped and cried out, burrowing his head deep into Suguru’s neck. He bit down on the skin involuntarily, being so wrapped in pleasure he could barely stand to see. Suguru let out another groan, laughing breathlessly at this entire situation. He hadn’t expected this at all when Satoru had asked him to talk in the living room. And he hadn’t expected to want this so bad.

“Toru… f-fuck I love you.. god, I love you.. I love you..” Suguru started to moan, coming close to his own climax again, “Let’s mm- let’s have a baby,” he grunted, snapping his hips into Gojo’s cunt again.

Satoru in response babbled something along the lines of I love you, before he tensed and bucked his hips up. It was clear from his face and the tensing of his pussy he was cuming. It was too much for Suguru and he came as well. The two of them molded as one and rode out their highs on one another.

The two of them loved each other, and this was the first step in their new life together. Even if people stared. And even if it was strange to some. They didn’t care. All they needed were each other. I don’t know…. Mpreg can be sweet sometimes.

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anemonelovesfiction · 6 months

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Kinktober 12- Fingering

Ao’nung x Human Fem Reader

Warnings ⚠️: The title gives it away, soulmate AU (matching tattoo’s)

Honestly just happy you guys enjoy my writing ❤️ thank you for your likes, comments, and reblogs, they make me incredibly happy and I look forward to seeing them☺️

I can’t remember if I proofread it but don’t be afraid to call out any mistakes :)

Word Count: 2.1K

I was born on Pandora like the rest of the kids here, scientists got horny and decided to have children, there was no effective birth control they could create and a new generation of humans had been born. Spider was the first of us, I was the second, and with us being born came a new wave of soulmate tattoo’s permanently imbedded in all our wrists. Something so special to the Na’Vi had started showing up on all of us, meaning the all mother must have had special plans for us or even saw us as her children.

I have no idea if Neytiri’s tattoo of Jake’s name had been in English or in Na’vi and at this point, knowing how she had been toward Spider, I had been afraid to ask but I couldn’t help and wonder if this had been something she often kept covered as a teenager, believing she had been rejected by the all mother due to the incomprehensible symbols on her wrist, and therefore believing she did not having a soulmate?

They did, however, keep their children’s wrists covered from the moment of their birth up until the moment they passed their iknimaya. Sure every kid had their curiosity and peeked under the band, but the name had been something kept a secret, some parents wouldn’t even take a look as they did not want to influence themselves to play matchmaker with their friends, it had been something they took seriously, a blessing from Eywa that their perfect match had been out there.

To be completely honest I hadn’t even known they wrote things down, or that they had a written vocabulary as they often spoke of their history, used the song chord to keep track of their lives, it wasn’t new to me that the tattoo on either wrist meant it was the name of your soulmate. Had this meant that the letters of my name littered themselves across a Na’vi’s wrist in English, or was it written in their language so they could understand it, did that specific Na’vi think they had been cursed had the letters been in symbols they had yet to understand? I’d purposely avoided wanting anything to do with learning the Na’vi written language due to the fear of rejection, had the specific person known it was their name they could decide what my fate would be.

There were three options. They could reject me flat out and reveal themselves as my soulmate, they could ignore me completely without having told me a thing and I’d die alone, and the highly unlikely scenario in which they’d want to have me for themselves and actually go through with being with me their entire lives. But all of that had been thrown out the window the moment Spider and I had been captured by his reincarnated father- which threw the both of us in a loop after he’d shared who he was- all of that shit had been left field, and we’d finally ended up with the Metkayina.

Due to suffeirng from foot-in-fucking-mouth disease, Lo’ak had blurted out to the people they often hung out with, that I could not read in Na’Vi, and that my soulmate was also Na’Vi. I had been given a bracelet, decorated with traditional Omatikaya colors and pattern, that I had yet to take off of my wrist from the moment Neteyam had made one for me, knowing I would want nothing more than to hide it. Even if Tuk had been young, she’d known how sensitive the topic was for me, and slapped the back of Lo’ak’s head from being a loud mouthed bitch- her words, not mine.

I’d kept a close eye on the bracelet he’d made me and assured it was tied around my wrist as tightly as possible, while allowing room for circulation, which was tricky considering riding on an Ilu- especially with Lo’ak or Neteyam, that shit loosened up every time. But with my close observation it remained intact and on my wrist, effectively covering my tattoo.

Until we’d all been huddled around the cook fire, the same group of people who hung out together sitting closely to one another, Kiri’s gasp breaking us all out of the concentration we’d all been in while listening to one of the guys talking about whatever it was they felt like sharing. All eyes had followed hers and like every other time, I’d been the last one to follow what they’d been doing, noticing my wrist had been handing something to her, vulnerably showing everyone what my tattoo had said, my eyes widened as I immediately look on the sand to find my bracelet and feeling my arm being tugged in another direction.

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Big hands had currently been forcing my thighs to stay open even while I attempted to shut them on his face, I’d been feeling overstimulated at the moment but his tongue continued to dance around my clit as if it had choreographed an entire show, I was on the verge of yet another orgasm and weakly attempted to push his forehead away, all while my hips pushed closer to him. I suck in a breath and throw my head back in frustration at my failed attempt, the coil in my stomach had tightened even more and I knew I was closer to release, a chuckle coming out of the mouth of the bastard who was currently eating me out.

“Ao’nung!” I whisper-yelled at the teal man below me, another quiet moan slips past my lips without wanting to, compelled to stop fighting as soon as his eyes shoot up through his thick lashes to meet mine, my knee’s growing weak at the sight. I couldn’t see his mouth as he was keeping it busy, but from the look in his eyes I could tell he had been smirking, feeling his fingers prod at my entrance, not bothering to tease any longer and sliding them in. I’d had two orgasms previous and the third one was right at the cusp, his fingers working diligently, he was insatiable at this moment and seemed to be doing what he wanted- not that I could complain as my hips buck upward to meet the teasing thrusts of his fingers.

I could feel the coil in my lower belly just about to give in, but his mouth detaches from my already soaked cunt, biting his lip as he focuses on his fingers being swallowed, and yet all I could do was attempt to wiggle my hips further, upset at his fingers retracting. Another whine had built itself in my throat and I look down to see him looking through his lashes and into the depths of my soul, completely forgetting he’d attached his kuru to the base of my skull and that he could feel everything I was feeling at the moment. I clench around his fingers subconsciously at the thought of how close we were at this time, his eyes were hazed with lust and longing, I could only imagine what my face looked like.

“You look gorgeous on my fingers, yawntu.” In the time I’d gotten lost staring at his eyes, he’d managed to meet my face with his own, his fingers working me closer to the edge without allowing me the satisfaction of coming, fingers pushing up against a specific spot and I could feel the waves of euphoria getting stronger, but not enough to crash over me. I grunt right as his lips meet mine and effectively muting the sound, feeling his opposite hand lightly pushing my thigh apart as his other continued its ministrations.

“Don’t stop-“ I’d grunted as his thrusts pick up their speed, my eyes closing on instinct as I bite my lip to keep from making too much noise, marui’s were considered their homes, but nobody had to tell me it was obvious you could hear every sound -there are gaping holes everywhere- I didn’t need to be the one human ruining it for everyone. My own gasp brings me back to the present feeling his fingers pushing harder, he’d been squatting on his toes while attempting a third orgasm out of me -which wasn’t that far behind- but from the angle I was at I could see he was hard under his loincloth, but he’d been too busy focusing on my cunt to care about himself, and who was I to mess with his concentration?

I’d wanted nothing more than to allow myself to moan, but considering our circumstances and how close we were to everyone else, I settled for short and fast pants, it was near impossible to keep any noise down with how well he’d been treating me and the sting overstimulation had only been temporary, being drowned out by the pleasure I was feeling at the moment. I was starting to feel myself spiral in my own head and felt like I needed something to hold on to, previously I’d been holding on to his pretty hair and accidentally pressing my nails into his scalp, but with nothing in reach for me to hold on I’d started slightly thrashing in the floor of our marui, but I’d rather do this than be loud.

“I want to see you come on my fingers.” My eyes snapped open -barely- at how low his voice had sounded only to realize he’d been too focused on my pussy to realize he’d said anything. I’d taken note he’d often speak without realizing he’d said anything at the moment until someone- usually Tsireya- called him out on whatever bullshit he’d said, ironically most of it was usually aimed at Spider and me. A whine sneaks past my mouth and one of my hands comes up to reach just as one of his hands come to squeeze the sides of my neck, staring right at me, eyes begging me to come.

“M’coming-“ I struggle to whisper and stated quite breathless before feeling my eyes shut again, a blinding white vision coming behind them as his fingers rub against the spot he had been assaulting this entire time. I could feel an insane amount of energy flowing through my body as I orgasmed and was surprised at how quiet I’d been, biting my own lip and thankful enough to not draw blood, allowing the waves to crash over my body silently. It kind of felt like when someone stretches in the morning, their limbs are spread wide and are on the verge of getting a Charlie-horse, minus the loud groan accompanying it.

Slowly but surely my senses start coming back to me and I could feel my body had been run through the ringer, I felt exhausted and energized at the same time, although a feeling of shock was coursing through me and it had taken a bit to remember that I had been attached to my husband, opening my eyes and seeing his shocked expression fitting the emotion I felt through our bond. I look down toward where he had been staring and it takes a second for me to realize there were droplets of something wet running along the length of his arm and some on his knees, my own eyes widening slightly at the sight, slowly reaching his stare -as he had found it in himself to look up- and realizing I was sharing the same shocked expression.

“What was that?” He asked and the amusement was clear as day in his voice, feeling a million thoughts starting to run through my head, although I was certain most of them had been his own. I shake my head a bit to rid myself of the disorganized chaos that had started flooding my brain to try and understand the predicament we were in, distinctly remembering that I may have done this one other time, but not remembering what it had been or even felt like when it happened before, but this one had definitely made me feel like I needed twelve business days to recover from.

“I need to see you do that again.” His eyes darkened as he said that and I could feel myself start to squirm with excitement, but hissing slightly at the sting of overstimulation, I was definitely in for it tonight and it was already late as fuck, were we ever going to get the sleep we needed to keep up with our busy day tomorrow?

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mermmarie · 2 years

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DATING THE BAYVERSE BOYS The Good, The Bad, The Ugly, and The Sexy

Authors Note: In my TMNT phase hardcore right now and I thought... I wanna share my headcanons for dating the the Bayverse Ninja Turtles!! 😋 Mostly under the cut because of mature themes/ideas. Hope you like 'em! Also, small thanks to @seafoamtaffy for helping me out with a few of Leonardos! 💙

Disclaimer: All characters depicted are 20+

Warnings: Mature/sexual themes, NSFW mentions, mature language. MINORS DNI

MICHELANGELO

The good:

The master of positive encouragement/reinforcement. This boy builds you up like no other! It’s almost impossible to think bad of yourself around him.

Lots of physical affection, especially PDA. (As public as it can be living a life in the shadows) Loves kissing you, holding your hands, cuddling. No shame around his brothers, father, or April and Casey.

Would graffiti random buildings, subway cars, and trains in your name or with symbols that represent your love.

Food is his love language. Not a fantastic cook, but he can follow instructions and he’d try making your favorite meal for special events like your birthday, Valentines, anniversaries, or when you had a bad week. He’d also spoil you with your favorite snacks and sweets whenever he has the means to do so.

Would serenade you a lot, and makes playlists for you. They’d consist of songs he thinks you would like, and songs that reminded him of you and your relationship with him.

The bad:

Cliiiiiingy. Always has to have his hands on you and follows you everywhere. Even wants to be in the bathroom with you when you’re using the toilet.

Generally, not the jealous type, but absolutely needs your constant attention.

Texts and calls you a lot. (Almost too much) Like, goddamn. You know he has a lot of time on his hands cause he’s cooped down in the sewers until nighttime, but dude—chill.

The ugly:

Guilt trips you over having to return to your surface life and personal duties.

Straight up avoids and ignores if there’s problems with your relationship. He knows no relationship is perfect, but he doesn’t want to break the fantasy, So, if you’re upset and wanna talk things out, he’ll redirect the conversation a lot of the time. You’ll have to be pretty stern to get through to him.

Horny. All. The. TIME. He’d push boundaries to get you in the mood, even going as far to make unwanted advances. (Wouldn’t do anything against your will, or force himself upon you though.)

The sexy:

Can and will laugh during sex. And good, because it’s definitely interesting between a giant mutant turtle and normal human being. There’s a lot for both of you to learn, but he’s surprisingly patient and things are never awkward with him.

He is willing to do the horizontal tango any time you want it. You could literally spend thirty minutes shitting your guts out due to having indulged on your favorite, but forbidden dairy product, and he’d still be down to clown afterwards.

Looooves oral. (Both giving and receiving) He can’t get enough of the taste of you, and would work diligently to give you multiple orgasms through going down on you.

He’s confident in his abilities and open to anything. You want him to put on a sexy dance for you? You got it! Wanna try a new move? Say no more! Have a kink you’ve been reluctant to tell him about? Baby, you’ve got nothing to be ashamed of!

Great with aftercare. Ya’ll would either fall asleep in each other’s arms, cuddle up watching your favorite streaming shows, or play some hand-held video games together afterwards.

DONATELLO

The good:

Thoroughly interested and supportive of your passions and hobbies. Loves listening to you speak on them and would try his best to get involved in some way.

Since he’s the tech guy, a good majority of your dates would consist of pirating your favorite shows, and movies. He’d take you out in the turtle van to some desolate underpass, and project the picture on a wide slab of concrete. Afterwards, he’d put the media on your favorite format so you could have it always; downloads, dvds, even the nearly nonfunctional vhs’s!

Also, since he’s the tech guy he would surprise you with deliveries to your work place from time to time. Flowers, edible arrangements, your favorite drinks, thoughtful cards (with some spending money~ bounces eyebrows. He’d love the idea of being your sugar daddy when he’s able to. 😩 )

Because he’s such a tall boy, forehead kisses are his thing. He peppers your cute little dome with small little pecks any chance he gets.

When he’s low on energy he drags you into power naps with him, which inevitably turns into a slumber because he’s so comfortable in your presence, and you find content in his warmth.

An added extra: Since Donatello is the tattoo artist of the group, free ink if you’re into that kind of thing! 👀

The bad:

This guy works off a schedule, and sometimes he just doesn’t have the time to fit you into it. With training, patrol, lair upkeep, creating new tech, and being the only one to have an actual job (because how else are they paying for food?), he’s unfortunately a very busy turtle.

Is the silent type when upset, and worst of all, he gets more upset if you don’t realize that something’s bothering him.

Double standards. He would insist that you properly take care of yourself. Drink lots of water, cut back on caffeine, shower and moisturize, eat three meals a day and snack in between, get eight hours of sleep, take a day off of work, etc… But Donnie doesn’t hold himself to the same expectations and good luck trying to get him to change. (Sometimes he shares his red-cladded brothers’ stubbornness.)

The ugly:

Internet stalks you, your family and your exes... He mostly does it as a means to gather useful information, and he’s clever enough to only use it in the appropriate situations, but it’ll take you aback when he mentions the name of an ex when you two fight. (He’ll never do it again after the first time however.)

Gets almost unreasonably upset when you have to cancel plans with him. To reference back to how busy he is, and double standards; he just expects you to be able to make time for him. After all, you’re not a defender of New York, nor are you confined to specific hours of the day like he is. How busy can you be?

Since you have a life on the surface, he sometimes gets into his head and assumes the worst. He’s stuck in the lair until nightfall, and his stupid brain likes to torture him with made up scenarios. He’ll make jokes of it, but you know there’s a hint of truth and insecurity behind the question, “So, who’d ya cheat on me with today?” It’s never funny…

The sexy:

Dandere in the streets, Kuudere in the sheets. (Yes, I’m a weeb. Look it up.) He’s not too big on the idea of PDA in front of his brothers, but as soon as it’s just the two of you, his hands will be all over your body and he’ll be macking on those plush lips of yours.

While he enjoys getting off himself, he’s all about pleasing you. A lot of the time, you cumming is more than suffice for him.

Because he is the most internet savvy, he’s done his research on your anatomy. So, unlike the other brothers, your first time together would be quite pleasurable. (Which is a feat considering Donatello has the biggest dick (fight me), so there would be a lot of work put into getting you prepared for it, but he enjoys the foreplay.)

Blindfolds. He can’t see during sex (if he removes his glasses of course) so why should you? It’s a fun little venture from time to time exploring each other’s bodies with your other senses.

He will fucking lap up the ground you walk on if you moan or scream his name during. For the love of god, just do it. It’ll make him absolutely wild.

RAPHAEL

The good:

You wouldn’t expect it of him before you started dating, but once you enter a relationship, he is the best listener. You’ll accidentally spend long amounts of time vent dumping on him, because he’s actually very attentive and empathetic of your feelings.

Since Raph leaves the lair the most (due to needing “fresh air”) he knows New York the best. Which means he takes you to all the cool and secret attractions of the city for date nights.

He includes you in his workouts, if you know what I’m saying? 😏😏😏 I mean, he asks for your assistance… Uses you as added weights, has you help him with certain stretches, asks you to time him on specific drills. He just wants you to be part of one of his favorite activities. (WHICH INCLUDES SEX! Duh. 😋)

You already knew this was coming but… He knits you clothes! Mainly stuff to keep you warm in the winter. So, sweaters, scarves, gloves, and socks. Buuut-- He also dabbles in jewelry in secret. None of his brothers know about it, but Donnie is always curious as to why he borrows/steals his pliers, wire cutters and soldering tools every once in a while. You get custom made bracelets, earrings, and necklaces out of this. (He wouldn’t make you rings until far long into your relationship. He’s a shy boy and doesn’t want to scare you off with the implications. Plus, they’re hard to make, lol.)

Playful teasing and showboating of you. Only to levels you’re comfortable with, but he’s proud to be your significant other, and you’re so attractive to him, he’s gotta show you off to his brothers a little bit. He’ll pinch/grab/smack your ass (gently, lol), caress your face, arms, thighs, and nuzzle his snout into the crook of your neck in front of them, just to get all of you flustered and worked up.

The bad:

Has the millennial phone fear. He doesn’t like talking on the phone much because he dislikes the way his voice sounds to him when you put him on speaker, and he isn’t good at texting you back in a timely matter either… He argues that your conversations are more meaningful in person.

Prone to fighting, duh. Verbal fights of course. Raphael would never lay a hand on you, but if upset enough, he would break things around you. Punch a wall, throw a chair, shatter a glass. He’s also quick to raise his voice and yell, so if that kind of thing makes you uncomfortable, expect tears. (Although, as soon as you start crying, he crumbles.)

Would avoid missionary position, or any position that gave you an angle on his face at first. He’s insecure about his physique and features, and wouldn’t want to scare you or turn your off with his looks. (Though, as soon as you cupped your hands against his cheeks and stared down his emerald eyes, lorrrddd!! It’d ignite a passionate fury in him!)

The ugly:

We all expect jealousy of Raphael, but it’s in the worst ways. He’ll get jealous of his brothers interacting with you and vice versa. He won’t act on his feelings, but he doesn’t like the others touching you or being too interested in conversation with you. He’s also jealous of you specifically. He hates it, but you’re beautiful and normal. You get so many opportunities being human that he couldn’t even possibly dream of. He’d try to keep those insecurities to himself, but they of course bubble up when you fight.

(Like his purple-coded brother) He stalks you. He tells himself he’s being a good boyfriend and he’s just watching over you; making sure nobody messes with ya, but in reality he wants to know what you’re up too at all times. If your residence has the view for it, he’ll become a peeping tom and watch you undress.

Raph always grows distant when your time together is coming to an end. He just checks out hours before you actually have to go. He must think it’s a way to protect himself mentally, but it’s just unfair to you and almost impossible to pull him back into the moment.

The sexy:

Raph just emits sexual tension into everything. The way he lifts weights, how his brows furrow when he looks at you, the way his tongue dances around the toothpick in his mouth, how he folds laundry… Like, how? WHY?? I mean you’re not going to look a gift horse in the mouth, but boy it’s almost troublesome how he can make you so hot and bothered so easily.

A double standard, but he wouldn’t let you be insecure about anything during sexy time, especially not your body. - You: I don’t want to do x,y,or z because I’m too heavy/too boney/have too much hair/don’t like my stretch marks/my bits are different from others/etc… - Raph: … If you don’t get your ass over here and sit on my face right now.

His tongue… is so long… 😳💦 Do I really need to say anything more??

Have you been interested in standing sex positions, but could never try them out because your past partners weren’t strong enough for them? Well, these are Raphy-boys specialty! Holding you up and pumping away in ya is a breeze for him, and good thing too! Because your legs are gonna be wet noodles afterwards~

He is actually okay with you egging him on during sex. As in: Saying things to purposely piss him off to make him fuck you raw. You would need to talk about what’s okay to say beforehand, and make non-verbal cues for safe words; but once that’s said and done, he’s game. It gets him riled up in the best ways possible.

LEONARDO

The good:

Leonardo will just pop in on you randomly during the DAY, just to say hi, and see how you’re doing, maybe even give you a few kisses. He’s so confident in his stealth abilities, and honestly… it’s justified. Still, it nearly gives you a heart attack every time and a playful fight breaks out as you urge him to leave so he won’t be seen by other surface dwellers.

If you need a task done, Leonardo is your #1 motivator. He won't do it for you, pfft! No. But he will absolutely help you stay on track. So, if there’s something you need a push to do, like finish a college essay you’ve been procrastinating on, doing an exercise routine after a long day of work, or making a stress inducing dentist appointment on your own; he’s your guy!

Massages. The guy actually knows what he’s doing and isn’t just pinching and pulling your skin. Knows what muscles to work on to relieve you of that headache, and what pressure points to hit to release the stress and tension you’ve been holding.

It’s a little silly, but he ‘bridal carries’ you a lot. He loves holding you in his arms, so when there’s an opportunity for it, he scoops you right up! It’s definitely unnecessary sometimes; like when he carries you from the living room area to his bedroom, but are you really gonna say no to those biceps, triceps and delts? 😩💦

All the turtles would teach you self-defense and CQC at some point in your relationship with them, but Leonardo would be adamant on it from the beginning. He would want you to be able to protect yourself when he’s not around. If you’re able to successfully to take him down, (which is gonna be hard because…he big 😳) he would instantly pop a hard one.

The bad:

Not so creative with date nights. He just likes spending time with you and figures you feel the same way. You’ll have to be the one to come up with fun ideas to do, or at least drop him hints on how to spice things up.

Needs you to be independent. He’s the leader, he’s got a whole city to defend and four brothers to take care of. So, you aren’t going to have his attention 100% of the time. Not to mention, he’s the kind of guy who likes his space. He’s got his things that he likes to do on his own, so you need some of your own.

Ironically, he also kind of… parents you. Especially when you don’t want it or ask. He thinks he knows best and will try to steer you in a certain direction. “You shouldn’t wear that article of clothing, it’s too revealing.” “If you want a raise, ask for it.” “Don’t stay up all night doing ____, it’s bad for your health.” “ _____ person is right, you were being ____” (Oooh, the last one. You definitely have to teach him the difference between wanting him to just listen and wanting him to respond.)

The ugly:

He doesn’t have the time for your interest. Don’t get it wrong, he likes to hear about them and supports you pursuing them it’s just… if they aren’t his specifically, or they don’t mix in some way, he just can’t be bothered to be involved.

When you get into major disagreements his tongue can be quite sharp. He’s only used to Raphael questioning his authority and opinions, so his temper is surprisingly short and his remarks are critical. If he’s losing the battle, he’ll sometimes resort to just straight up ignoring you by going silent or leaving the room.

Jealous of toys and the idea of you getting off by yourself. While he absolutely has no problem making you cum, he wants to be the only one to make you moan and scream. So, best to leave the solo sessions at home.

The sexy:

(Technically, this could be a ‘bad’ point but…) Don’t wear any clothes you really like when planning on getting down and dirty with Leo because has a bad habit of ripping them off of you.

Leo’s really good with foreplay, and not just with stimulating you. He’s good at setting the mood, and building tension, all while keeping a cool head himself. It’s a bit infuriating how hard it is to rile him up the same way, but at least it makes for a fun game you both enjoy.

(Being the weeb he is) Leo loves to practice Shibari on you. He loves seeing you restrained and completely submissive to him. He’s even gone out of his way to find/buy decorative rope to tie you up with, it’s gotta accentuate your beauty. If you’re lucky enough, he may let you try it out on him. (Although, you can only do a handful of knots and ties considering his shell gets in the way.)

He marks you with hickeys and bites. Most of the time, he is considerate enough to only leave them in spots where you can hide them, buuut--- Every once in a while he wants to remind his brothers, and surface dwellers that you are his.

Katoptronophilia babyyyy! You already know Leonardo is the type of guy who’d be into watching his performance in the mirror. (Not to mention taking in how good you look in the reflective glass. 😏)

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afternoon delight

pairing: rhett abbott x girlfriend!reader

author’s note: this idea has been rolling around in my head for a while, and all the recent lew content has given me the push i needed to finally write it. i’ve been in a bit of a rut with my writing lately, so i’m just glad to be able to get this out of my system!

warnings: 18+ for explicit sexual content (semi-public sex and nearly getting caught), language, a healthy dose of fluff

Nothing was more boring than working the afternoon shift at your parents’ general store.

Well, maybe that wasn’t exactly true.

Nothing was more boring than working the afternoon shift at your parents’ general store alone.

At least when Moira or Kayla shared a shift with you, there was time for some idle chitchat and laughter. But it was a few weeks yet before the spring semester was over and the girls would return home from college for the summer, so today you were on your own.

And you were bored.

It wasn’t that nobody in Wabang visited the store in the early afternoon hours, but there was definitely a lull in the already slow activity once lunchtime rolled around. Most people in town headed home around noon for a quick snatch of respite and sustenance. That, or they headed to The Handsome Gambler for a liquid lunch. Either way, their minds certainly weren’t on buying a new shovel or a few cans of paint.

So the store remained virtually empty as the bright afternoon sun reached its zenith in the wide open sky, and you were left dusting the already clean shelves for what felt like the hundredth time since you’d arrived. Your parents would have been there working with you, but they’d taken a drive to visit one of their suppliers.

“You’ll be alright on your own for a few hours, won’t you, sweetheart?” your mama had asked before she and your dad left.

It was a rhetorical question and you both knew it. Besides the fact that your parents were already well aware there’d be hardly any customers in their absence, you’d also grown up in the store and knew how it operated like the back of your hand.

“I’ll be fine, Mama,” you assured her, waving as they headed out the door. “See ya’ll later.”

And you were fine. You were just so bored you thought you might lose your mind.

Tapping your fingers absentmindedly on the countertop near the register, you glanced down at where your phone sat, silent and still. You’d toyed with the idea of calling Rhett and asking him to come keep you company, but you knew that wasn’t fair. He had a lot to do on the ranch, especially at this time of year, and he couldn’t afford to play hooky just to keep you entertained at work. Besides, he’d already promised to take you out to dinner tonight. As much as you missed him, you knew you’d just have to be patient.

Huffing out a decidedly impatient breath, you stepped over to the ancient radio your father had refused to part with and fiddled with the knobs until you landed on a radio station you were satisfied with. At least now the silence in the store wouldn’t feel so deafening. You couldn’t help but grin as a new song began, the mildly familiar tune swirling in the warm air, among the dustmotes and beams of light spilling in from the large glass windows at the front of the store. You didn’t even know the name of it, but you knew it had been playing on the radio the other night when Rhett took you out to go stargazing, the two of you lying in the bed of his truck and lazily pointing out various constellations in between whispered words and slow kisses.

Your mood brightening considerably at the memory, you began humming softly under your breath as you decided to take the time you had to yourself to restock some of the shelves in the back of the store. Stepping into the back room, you grabbed a new box full of deodorant and shampoo and dragged it towards one of the shelves along the back wall. You were so focused on lining the shelves in the orderly manner your mother had taught you that you were caught off guard by the sound of the front door opening, the small bell tinkling to announce the arrival of a customer.

“I’ll be right with you!” you called out, your back to the entrance of the store as you reached for the last couple bottles of strawberry-scented shampoo. You smiled to yourself when you remembered the time Cecilia had come in and bought a whole case of it at a discounted price. Rhett had smelled like strawberries for over a month. Not that you minded one bit.

So caught up in the vividness of that memory were you that you didn’t register the heavy footfalls making their way down the aisle until a familiar pair of muscular arms were snaking their way around your waist and the stubbled face you loved more than anything was pressing against yours.

“Mmm, and what if I’m in a hurry and too impatient to wait for you up there, huh?” Rhett’s husky voice whispered low in your ear, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine as his lips ghosted over your cheek.

“Rhett!” you gasped in surprised pleasure, dropping the shampoo bottle you’d been holding without a backward glance as you turned around and faced your boyfriend head on. He looked exceptionally rugged and handsome in his Stetson and Wranglers, the sleeves of the plaid shirt he was wearing rolled up to the elbows, revealing his sunkissed forearms, the ones that made you feel so safe whenever they were wrapped around you.

“Heya, honeybee,” he grinned in that way that had you mentally pinching yourself to remind you that he was real and not just a figment of your wildest dreams. Pushing his hat back with one calloused finger, he lowered his head to plant a slow, lingering kiss on your lips.

“What are you doing here?” you breathed out once he finally pulled back, your eyes half-lidded and your brain feeling a little fuzzy.

“Now what kind of greeting is that when I drove all the way out here to see you?” Rhett teased, reaching out and resting his hand on the shelf behind your head so that he was leaning over you slightly.

You smirked in return, not minding at all the close proximity of his hard, muscled body. “Do Royal and Perry know you’re sneaking off like this?” you asked with a chuckle, one of your fingers trailing lazily along the buttons on his shirt.

“My mom had to take Amy to a doctor’s appointment, so I told them I’d drive into town and pick up some lunch,” he explained, running a hand down your bare arm. You’d worn one of your favorite sundresses today—one that just so happened to be Rhett’s favorite, too—which left your arms and a good portion of your chest exposed to your boyfriend’s hungry gaze. Food clearly wasn’t the only thing on his mind. “I think they figure I’ll be a little while,” he added with a suggestive wink, which made your cheeks grow warm instinctively.

“Hmm, and I was just thinking to myself how lonely things were getting around here. You’ve got some timing, Abbott,” you grinned, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him down to you, kissing him deeply.

Rhett responded in kind, a low groan escaping his mouth as his arms wrapped around you and he pressed you tightly to his chest. As the kiss grew more intense, his tongue snaking out to brush against your bottom lip and beg entrance into your mouth, the two of you stumbled backwards, your back slamming up against the shelves you’d just been painstakingly restocking and upending an entire row of men’s deodorant, sending them crashing to the floor.

With low moans of both yearning and frustration, the two of you broke apart and glanced down at the mess you’d made.

“I’ll clean it up later,” you panted with an indifferent shrug of your shoulders, your lips seeking his once more.

“Damnit, honeybee,” Rhett moaned as you bit down gently on his bottom lip, his hands reaching up to play with the straps of your sundress. “You just had to wear this of all things?” he murmured, his voice thick and husky with want.

“Thought you’d like it for dinner tonight,” you whispered, smiling against his mouth.

He threw his head back slightly, which granted you access to his exposed throat. “Like it right now,” he ground out, his fingers running through your hair as you nipped and sucked on his neck. “Fuck, baby, I need you. Right now,” he practically growled, holding you closer so that you could feel just how intense his need was.

“Not here,” you told him, glancing over his shoulder. “Someone might walk in.” You could feel his heart thrumming in his chest, could hear the unsteady rhythm of his breathing. Your own heart was beating wildly, your body aching with just as much need as his. “Come help me with something in the back,” you told him with a mischievous grin, taking his hand and leading him into the back supply room, making sure to close the door firmly behind you.

It wasn’t a huge room, but it felt even smaller with Rhett standing in it, his large, powerfully built frame the only thing your eyes could focus on.

His gaze was fixed on you as well, his blue eyes blazing as he looked at you. He only broke eye contact for a moment to glance around the room, a smile curving his lips as his eyes darted back to your face.

“Never imagined we’d be fooling around in here, honeybee,” he murmured, his pulse racing at the very notion of taking you in the back of your parents’ store, a store which anyone from town could walk into at any moment.

“Do you not want to?” you asked, chewing on your bottom lip and twisting your hand in the folds of your dress.

“Oh, make no mistake, baby,” Rhett rasped, stepping closer to you. “I want to.” His eyes were serious as he suddenly wrapped his hands around your hips and lifted you up onto the wooden worktable that sat behind you, spreading your legs so that he could step between them. “I want to,” he said again, burying his fingers in your hair as he kissed you like a starving man.

“We don’t have a lot of time,” you breathed out, rubbing your body against his and kicking your sandals off so that they fell to the floor. “Someone could—I mean anyone might—”

“Honeybee, trust me,” he cut you off, resting his forehead against yours. “The way you got me goin’, I don’t need much time.”

You mewled softly in response, turned on by his words as he lowered his head to kiss you once more. You were desperate to run your fingers through his hair, but his hat was in the way. Moaning softly against his lips, you reached up and tugged it off his head. For a moment, you considered dropping it next to you on the table, but then a better idea struck you. Smirking slightly, you dropped his hat right on top of your head, feeling the way his body went taut beneath your palms.

“Honeybee,” he grunted, his work-roughened fingers digging into your waist through the fabric of your dress. “You’re really determined to make me lose my damn mind, aren’t you?”

“Come on, cowboy,” you whispered teasingly, your tongue flicking out against his lower lip. “Clock’s ticking.”

Your words seemed to flip some kind of switch in his mind because suddenly he was pulling you to the edge of the table, his hands less than gentle as he shoved your dress up, bunching it around your waist. Slipping his hand between your legs, he pushed your panties to the side and swiped two fingers up your slit without preamble.

“Fuck,” he panted under his breath, his head falling forward to lean against your shoulder. “Already soaking wet for me, honeybee,” he moaned, pressing a kiss to your bare skin just to the right of your dress strap.

You just gasped out his name in response, your arms tightening around him, which spurred him to slip both those fingers inside you, curling them against your spongy walls in a way that had you struggling to catch your next breath.

“Rhett,” you whimpered, burying your face in the crook of his neck as his fingers pumped in and out of you at a relentless pace. He smelled like sweat and sun and the Wyoming earth. He smelled like Rhett. And there was nothing that aroused you more.

“Sh, sh, I got you, baby. I’m gonna take care of my girl,” he murmured softly, peppering your temple and the side of your face with kisses.

“Need you,” you gasped, fisting your hand in the front of his plaid work shirt. “Need you inside me. Now,” you begged, your pulse racing in your veins as the temperature in the back room steadily climbed.

Rhett didn’t put up any argument, his fingers sliding out of you as he reached for the waistband of your panties and tugged them down your legs, leaving the soft scrap of fabric dangling around your ankles, all while you reached for the belt at his waist, unbuckling it with lithe fingers before making quick work of the button and zipper of his jeans.

“Damn, honeybee, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you move so quickly. Like lightning,” Rhett chuckled hoarsely, pressing a sloppy kiss to your mouth.

“Desperate times call for desperate measures,” you laughed breathlessly, helping him tug down his jeans and his boxers just enough so that he could free himself from their constraints. He was thick and hard and ready, but he pumped himself a few times for good measure before lining himself up against your entrance.

“You alright, baby?” he asked, stroking your cheek with his free hand. He knew you were usually used to more foreplay than this, and he didn’t want to hurt you.

“Mhm,” you nodded, cupping his face in your hands to reassure him. “Please, baby,” you mouthed against his lips.

Within seconds, he was buried deep inside you, your fingers tangled in his hair and your legs locked around his waist as he began rocking his hips back and forth in an increasingly frenzied rhythm.

It was messy and sloppy and chaotic, and you loved every minute of it. You cherished the moments of slow lovemaking that you and Rhett shared, when he worshiped every inch of your body and took his time giving you more pleasure than you ever could have thought possible. But you also loved these wild and crazy moments, when the two of you were so overcome by your animalistic need for each other that your bodies came crashing together in a way that was so uncontrolled and frantic and perfect because it was yours.

“Rhett,” you moaned, your voice high-pitched with pleasure. “Rhett, Rhett, Rhett,” you cried, tugging on his hair and panting against his ear, your words tumbling out in concert with the sound and rhythm of his thrusts.

“Right here, honeybee,” he gasped out, lacing his fingers through yours as he reached for one of your hands. “I’m right—oh, yeah. Oh, shit, baby. Shit, shit, shit,” he grunted as his movements became more frenetic and out of sync.

You knew he was close. So were you.

“Rhett! Baby, I’m—”

“Sweetheart?”

Everything came to a crashing halt as the sound of your mother’s voice suddenly pierced your consciousness. Your back stiffened immediately and your eyes went wide with horror.

��Rhett!” you whispered frantically, your boyfriend still rutting inside you.

You could tell from the way his head had shot up in alarm that he could hear your mother, too, but he was too far gone now. You both were, and neither of you knew how to stop.

You heard your mother call out your name, louder this time. “Are you here, honey?”

Terrified of what your voice would sound like when you called out to her, you first made sure to clamp a hand over Rhett’s mouth, trying to keep him as silent as possible.

“Y-yes, Mama!” you called out, breathing through your nose to keep from screaming out in pleasure as Rhett continued to pound away, hitting your most sensitive spot. “I’m in the back!”

Rhett’s forehead screwed up in concentration and you felt him take your fingers into his mouth, which sent your eyes rolling into the back of your head in ecstasy.

“Are you okay? Do you need help?” your mother asked. It still sounded like she was near the front of the store.

“No!” you practically shouted, eyes widening once more. “I mean, um, I’m okay! I’ll be out in a m-minute,” you announced, your legs starting to tremble violently.

Burying your face in Rhett’s shoulder, your hand still clamped firmly over his mouth, you rocked your hips against his at an almost violent pace, desperate to drive the both of you over the edge.

You could feel him tense up, caught his gaze as he looked at you, his blue eyes almost hazy from the high of his pleasure. Wordlessly, the two of you stared at one another as, seconds apart, you came undone, your mouth open in a silent scream as your climax tore through you. You could feel the warmth flooding you as Rhett reached his finish as well, his chest heaving as you continued to hold your hand against his lips.

Your mother called your name again as Rhett’s lips met yours in a searing kiss, one that robbed you of any breath you might have had left.

“Just a minute, Mama!” you called, hoping you didn’t sound as lightheaded as you felt.

“God, I love you,” Rhett whispered, holding you close to his chest as he stroked your back slowly.

“I love you, too,” you whispered in return, leaning against him for support.

Knowing you were short on time, he pulled back reluctantly to reach for your panties, sliding them back up your legs and securing them in place. He pressed the fabric against your entrance, knowing it was liable to get messy when you stood up. He dropped a kiss on your forehead before stepping back to adjust his pants, buckling his belt as quietly as possible.

“Grab that box off the shelf,” you instructed him, sliding off the table and adjusting your dress. “There’s no way Mama isn’t going to see you, so we’ll just tell her you were helping me get some things from back here.”

Rhett shot you a mildly skeptical look, but did as you told him, pulling a large box off a high shelf.

Just as you were about to open the door, however, he suddenly hissed. “Honeybee! My hat!”

Gasping, you quickly pulled off his Stetson and dropped it back on his head, grateful that he was paying more attention than you were.

When you and Rhett finally stepped back into the store, your mama looked over and raised a surprised brow.

“Hi, Mama,” you chirped with an overly bright smile. “Rhett just stopped by on his lunch break and offered to help me get some boxes from the back,” you offered before she could even ask.

“Ma’am,” Rhett nodded respectfully, his cheeks turning bright red.

Your mama glanced from you to your boyfriend, then to the back of the store, and back again. You felt your heart plummet inside your chest. Your mother wasn’t a stupid woman. And you weren’t a very good liar.

“Thank you, Rhett,” was all she said, glancing down at the cash register. “Always such a good boy.”

“Of course, ma’am. Um, thank you,” Rhett stammered sheepishly, unable to meet your mother’s eye.

“Um, well, shouldn’t you get going, baby? I’m sure your daddy and brother are getting hungry, waiting on you to bring home lunch,” you said, shooting him a pointed look.

“Oh, yeah,” Rhett nodded, blue eyes widening slightly. “You’re right about that. I best be off. I’ll see you tonight, honeybee,” he told you, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek. Turning towards your mother, he tipped his hat in deference before hurrying out the front door.

As soon as the door slammed shut behind him, your mother turned to look at you, eyebrows arched.

You swallowed nervously, wanting nothing more than for the earth to devour you whole.

“Just be glad, little missy, that it was me and not your daddy who came back early,” your mama said, shooting you a knowing look before pulling out the ledger from underneath the counter. “Now can you go pick up that deodorant that’s all over the floor?”

“Yes, Mama,” you nodded, your mortification complete as you slowly walked towards the back of the store.

As you walked, you felt your phone buzzing in your dress pocket. Pulling it out, you saw it was a text from Rhett.

Sorry, honeybee 😬😘

Smiling despite yourself, you tapped out a quick message in response.

You’ll just have to make it up to me tonight 😉

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #rhett x reader #x reader #x female reader #outer range #lewis pullman

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going-to-ikea-for-the-fries · 4 months

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Home. - Fluffy Ending (not canon) || cbf!Simon "Ghost" Riley

Rating: M Words: 2.8K Pairing: cbf!Simonxafab!reader / teen!Simonxteen!Reader Summary: Teen Simon and his best friend often spend their nights away from their respective houses because they found a home in each other… CW: none. Tags: you/your pronouns, reconnecting with family, wedding guests, second chance romance, time skip. a/n: not proofread. I didn't like the way I wrote this ending but I figured I should share it either way. It's too fluffy/forced for my taste. The actual alt ending will be better. ALSO: Was listening to Chemical by Post Malone on repeat while writing this. Idk if you wanna do that too while reading...

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You're twenty-eight, he's twenty-nine.

You swore to yourself you wouldn’t step a foot back in Manc, not even if cows flew!

You swore to yourself you wouldn’t keep in contact with anyone, not even if someone died!

(Which your father did. Thank fuck.)

You broke those promises so many times.

You were unable to keep away, though you tried…

It’s your own fault, really.

You stalk your old friends and family on Facebook sometimes.

Other times you check the local news.

Others you check the obituary and marriage sections on the news.

You beat yourself over it every time. Even though seeing the lack of changes through your cyberstalking and the news made you feel immense relief, you still ended up closing the pages on your browser with more aggression than you should and sulking in your bed.

And yet, you still go and do it again a few weeks later.

And then another few weeks later.

It’s pathetic, really, but maybe it provides you some comfort. Maybe helps you sleep at night.

You should’ve figured out that someone would have made you eventually.

I mean, naming your blank Facebook profile after the one mean neighbor you had, who called the police on you and your mates once for being too loud while hanging out in the street, and died years ago? Yeah, they’d make you eventually.

Luckily for you, it was Olly who did.

All things considered, it could’ve gone much worse.

Maybe… Maybe you should follow his advice.

It’s been a decade.

Your mum deserves at least a letter to let her know you’re still alive, that you’re healthy, happy, and safe. She’s owed that much…

It was very strange to be inside your childhood home after almost eleven years.

Four days ago, your mum had openly sobbed as she threw her arms around you, and you had found yourself sobbed with her, both of you falling to your knees at the front door.

She held your face so gingerly and kissed your forehead so many times, her face severely more aged than the last time you had seen her.

The letter you had sent her 8 months before was 23 pages long, a bulk so large you sent them unfolded and stapled together inside a manila envelope rather than folded neatly into a standard one, and had detailed everything you figured she should learn about your life.

Where you went.

What you did.

Who you did it with.

How you felt.

What you learned.

How you changed.

You apologized for running away, for worrying her.

You assured her you loved her and missed her.

You asked, tentatively, if she could find a way to let you be a bit more present.

You reiterated you wanted to remain living where you were in Scotland… but that you could allow yourself to be her daughter again if she so wanted it.

You know she cried reading it. Hell, you cried writing it…

You didn’t expect anything, you didn’t want to cause her any more grief by coming barrelling back into her life. She’s your mother, you didn’t want to manipulate her. You weren’t surprised when she didn’t answer for a few weeks…

But then her letter came. A simple half-a-page response that said, in no uncertain terms, that she missed you, that you were always welcome in her home and her heart, and she wanted to have her little girl back.

It all culminated in today.

Adjusting your red gown with one hand, you walk up the aisle, the other holding your 10-month-old daughter who’s clad in a pale yellow tulle dress. She’s kept flush to your chest, her chubby legs wrapped around your hip.

You and your mum find a spot near the middle and sit down, though you scoot yourself as far on the pew as you can, making sure that you can step off to the side just in case Evelyn starts fussing. Though you doubt she will.

The ceremony is being held in the middle of the afternoon and she has been calm and sleepy this whole time, softly dozing off in your arms, her little face nuzzling to your neck, since it’s close to her nap time.

You sit Evie down on your lap and place a hand on the back of her head while you and your mum speak softly, still waiting for the wedding ceremony to start.

You still can’t believe that you’re here…

Wythenshawe still looks as crappy as ever, you still know the streets like the back of your hand, though a lot of it has changed, shops went out and into business, and people moved away.

You met up with your old mates at your local just a couple of nights ago, and after a lot of tears and some drinking, you gossiped all night about your lives and everyone else’s.

In a way, it feels like you never left…

You were so afraid that they would hold a grudge at you for leaving, for not staying in touch… But they never did. You were welcomed with open arms…

It’s… nice.

The ceremony doesn’t take long to start.

You nearly cry at the sight of Emily in her wedding dress, having deemed her a close friend for the better time of your formative years. And Olly, as emotionally detached as he tries to pretend himself to be, cries at the sight of his bride.

The ceremony is long and a bit tedious, as most weddings tend to be, but you’re still happy to be there… Happy to be back.

It’s nearly 45 minutes into the ceremony when Evie starts fussing a bit. You’re quick to take the nappy bag onto your shoulder and rush out of the church while shooting some apologetic looks to the guests around.

Once outside, you find shade under a tree and begin to bounce Evie a bit, knowing she isn’t fussing because of her diaper or hunger, but rather from the fact she’s teething.

One hand balances the infant, the other sets down the nappy bag on a low wall and you begin rummaging for the teething ring toy amidst the pockets. When you find it, you give it to her, which she gladly takes, though it doesn’t do much for her pain, only quieting her down a bit by allowing her to bite all over it.

“Shhh… it’s alright, pet…” You whisper to her as you kiss her smooth forehead and nuzzle your nose against the crown of her head.

You keep softly swaying and bouncing with her in your hip, moving about, side to side, while she drools all over the toy, her hands, and your dress as she softly headbutts your chest while chewing.

You’re lucky your dress is a dark enough shade of red and made from a fabric as forgiving as chiffon, so that the wetness will dry quickly and discreetly.

It’s in the midst of your pacing and bouncing the infant on your hip that you spot him.

His pale jawline peppered with a well-trimmed stubble, his blonde hair cut short and hidden under the beige beret, his strong build wrapped in full military dress…

You almost didn’t recognize him…

You leave your bag right where it is and beeline for him before you can stop yourself.

And he makes no motion to move from his resting spot, leaning against a wall, smoking a cigarette, and looking right at you like you’re sure he has been doing for the past 15 minutes or so (you wouldn’t put it past him).

“Fuckin’ hell…” You hear yourself saying as you come to stand in front of Simon.

He tosses his cigarette down on the floor and puts it out with his brown boot, blowing the smoke away from your daughter on your hip.

“That how you greet people now?” He retorts while looking down at you through his fluttering eyelashes.

His voice is so much deeper, rough and strong than it used to be… You don’t know how to respond at first, your mouth has gone dry and your brain has blue-screened.

You’ve had dreams about this before… Nightmares too.

You’ve imagined that one day you’d cross paths with him on the street and you’d stumble all over yourself. That he’d ask you how you’ve been or what you’ve done with your life and you’d have nothing to show for it…

You thought you’ve healed from your past, but here comes Simon Riley to indirectly tell you “HA! Think again, dumbass!”.

“You surprised me is all.” You end up saying, your voice carrying a maturity and a strength you didn’t know it could. “Didn’t think you’d come.”

“Didn’t think I would either. Got lucky this coincided with my leave.” He remarks. “Could say the same to you, though.” He adds.

You can’t tell if he meant to offend with that comment. Olly had told you through Facebook that he told Simon about you vanishing off the face of the Earth and that Simon didn’t take it well. You knew he, rightfully so, expected you to stay gone.

“Got back in touch with Olly and the rest of my family.” You remark simply and shrug.

He keeps looking at you with those brown eyes of his, with a certain coldness behind you that forcefully reminds you that this is not the same person you used to know. The boy he was and the man he is are forcefully different people.

“Cute kid.” He adds after a beat of silence as his eyes flit to your daughter who’s still very much in her own world with her teething toy.

“Thanks.” You reply.

This feels awkward. You’re finally standing face to face (more like face-to-chest, goddamn is the man tall) after a whole ten years. Are you even friends? No. But are you acquaintances? Also no. And you have too much of a history to be strangers.

So what are you?

“What’s her name?” He asks as he looks back at you.

“Evie.” You answer. “Evelyn.” You correct yourself before adding. “Evie for short.”

“Hm.” He remarks unemotionally. His eyes flit over you up and down, taking in… everything about you.

You are a confident person, you’d say. You feel good in your own skin. You like your reflection when you see yourself in the mirror. And you feel like a million bucks in this dress, which wraps around your body beautifully, the fabric making you look delicate and soft.

But under his scrutinizing gaze, you feel anything but confident.

So, you take a breath and return the same scrutinizing gaze, up and down, taking in every inch of him, your eyes just as strong and confident as his own. He notices, because of course he does, and he puffs out his chest and raises his chin, to allow you to keep looking at him, showing himself off a bit proudly.

He’s wearing a khaki formal uniform, or full dress as you remember it being called, and although it's been ten years, you still remember some things about all the stuff you investigated about the British Army, so you could keep up with him, impress him with your knowledge.

A brown waist belt with a sash across the right soldier means he’s an Officer… The buttons are gold and shaped like winged parachutes, and he wears a beret instead of a cap. A beige beret to be exact, which means he’s no longer in the Parachute Regiments, who wear maroon ones. There’s a cap badge on the beret and the Excalibur on it tells you one thing: he’s special forces. You don’t remember which one… but you know he’s something big, bad, and important.

“Special Forces.” You muse out loud, showing off what you noticed.

His eyebrows raise, impressed by you, and then he nods. “Somethin’ like that.” He adds.

“Done well for yourself, then.” You add and he nods again and blinks while smirking, as if trying to humbly pat himself on the back for it.

“She have a dad?” Simon asks while shooting Evelyn a look. The words escape his mouth quicker than he wanted and sound a lot more judgemental than he meant for them to.

The way your eyebrows raised at him, the same way they used to when he’d say something bloody stupid as a teen, told him you weren’t pleased and that he had put his foot in his mouth.

“Sorry.” He says though it’s clear he doesn’t mean it. “Came out wrong.” He tells you.

You might have gone ten years apart but you knew Simon like the back of your hand at one point… And you knew sometimes he’d say things aloud when he meant to keep them as thoughts. It’s clearly that’s a habit he still has.

“I know what you meant.” You reply bluntly as you fix your grip on the infant, swiveling her a bit to sit on your other side.

“What’s the answer then? She got a dad?” He probes as he dips his head a bit to the side, his arms hanging by his side as he looks you up and down.

“Aye.” You end up replying, the Scottish word slipping past your lips then you meant for it to. You still speak English with a Manc accent, just like him, but there are little quirks like this one that you’ve adopted after living in Dundee for ten years.

Simon’s eyebrows cock up as well at the sound of Scottish word, and you can tell he finds it odd, but he doesn’t comment. “Where’s he, then?” He retorts. “No ring on your finger.” He adds.

Your eyes drift down to your left hand which is wrapped around your daughter now, the splayed fingers showing a distinct lack of a wedding ring. He sounds just as judgemental. But you don’t let it ruffle your feathers.

“Separated.” You reply maturely. “No ring on yours.” You say and nod toward his own left hand which also lacks a ring.

“Married to the job.” He replies and you can’t help but let out a snort of a chuckle, which makes him chuckle dryly too.

“‘f course you are.” You add in reply.

“Could’ve been married to you.” He retorts with the same casualty of someone saying ‘Nice weather today’.

You scoff and shake your head. “Really?” You add.

“Ye.” He adds. “Had a ring and everythin’.” He quips. “Then Olly told me you ran off into the night.”

You scoff again, mostly out of disbelief, and look away from him, your eyes flittering over the courtyard in front of the church.

The ceremony should be finishing soon enough.

“Dodged a bullet then.” You remark dryly, smiling a bit in amusement.

“You or me?” He retorts and you find your eyes drifting upwards to him again.

For a moment you just both stare at each other in silence…

Your eyes are locked in the same way they used to whenever the two of you were about to throw themselves at one another as teens…

Then, he breaks into a grin, and so do you, the both of you looking away for a moment. His tongue presses against the inside of his cheek. You’re both amused at the cheekiness of your comment.

“How long are you stayin'?” He asks you once you both glance at each other again.

“Goin’ home on the 26th.” You tell him. “How long’ve you got leave for?”

“‘Till the 27th.” He replies and dips his head to the side a bit.

This is definitely crazy.

You secretly wonder if you’ve gone mad.

A decade has gone by… But there’s no mistaking the electricity in the air.

That light buzzing of goosebumps that prickle at your skin, making the hair in the back of your neck stand… Like lightning is about to strike…

“Take me out to dinner.” You demand abruptly and narrow your eyes at him.

He presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek again in amusement. “Are you askin’ me on a date?” He retorts.

“No. I’m tellin’ you.” You add, watching how his brown eyes swiftly light ablaze with a certain fire you never expected to see after so many years apart.

“Tomorrow?” He suggests.

“Tomorrow.” You add.

“I’ll pick you up at 9.” He adds.

You know damn well that 9 P.M. is too damn late for dinner… But you also know that in reality, your ‘dinner’ will be grabbing Nando’s and cheap beer, and eating in the backseat of his car in that one side road you always used to go to… talking into the night… and probably definitely fucking each other’s brains out.

“Like the good ol’ days.” You remark.

“Mhm.” He adds.

Then, the church doors open and the guests come pouring out, forcing the two of you to separate.

But you can still see the smirk on his lips from afar as you walk off to grab your nappy bag, find your mum, and get ready for the rice toss.

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taglist: @iite-cool , @spicyspicyliving

#home cbf!simon fic #cod fanfic #ghost cod #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #childhood best friends to lovers #cbf #cbf!simon #teenage love #masterlist #time skip #second chance romance

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laundrybiscuits · 1 year

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Hah, thanks @beansthekid for giving me a chance to ramble a bit more!

I think there are many different and equally valid ways to interpret Eddie’s relationship with the Corroded Coffin crew; we really do not get very much canon material at all, which means it’s all very open to interpretation. However, I personally tend to read them as friendly acquaintances more than friends, because Eddie doesn't seem to treat them with any true closeness.

In the few scenes they share, Eddie sort of treats them like undifferentiated sidekicks/minions/audience. He seems basically fond of them, and I don't think his attitude comes from any sort of disrespect or dislike. Rather, I think it’s more about Eddie’s own comfort level: in general, I read Eddie as very skittish about relationships. He likes to keep people at a certain remove, and he likes to be in control of that distance.

We don't see him confiding in anyone or being intentionally vulnerable...right up until Steve and "guess I got a little jealous." Even with Chrissy, though he was definitely trying to present himself as friendly and harmless, he was absolutely putting on a little performance the entire time. He was taking on an entertainer role. He's willing to be seen as ridiculous, because that's the class-clown side of him, but it's not the same thing as letting down his guard. People laughing at him for his antics can't hurt him, at this point. Admitting he's fond enough of Dustin to make that a weakness, and being honest about feeling inadequate—that is vulnerability.

I do think it's plausible that that little jealousy confession was prompted in part by guilt over the whole broken-bottle thing. To be clear, I don't think Eddie's boatshed reaction was wildly out of line; at that point, he had zero information/context that would lead him to conclude that anyone out looking for him was on his side, much less Steve Harrington.

He was also scared out of his mind and literally shaking with adrenaline and fear, but he still didn’t actually hurt anyone. He could have shanked Steve and made a run for it, but I read him as someone who fundamentally does not want to hurt or scare people for real. He wants to make them uncomfortable, sure—or at the very least he doesn’t really care if they’re made uncomfortable by how he looks and acts. But actually being the villain of a story? That doesn’t fit with his values or his self-image.

So it would make sense if afterwards, he felt an outsized and misplaced sense of guilt about that little encounter, and let that spur him to offer up a little bit of honesty. It’s an intimacy he doesn’t extend to anyone else in the entire show.

I mean—hell, I am fully fixated on this little exchange:

Nancy: Hey, it’s Nancy.

Eddie: Wheeler, hey!

It would be way, way more natural to mirror her intro and call her Nancy, but instead he does this weird surname thing (and continues to call her by her surname) despite the fact that he already knows another Wheeler who is presumably also potentially tuned in. Why on earth would he do this. There are so many siblings in the group. The only way I can make sense of it is as a distancing mechanism that he leans on.

By the end, he does start addressing some people by their first names, some of the time. I haven’t done a full accounting, but I’m pretty sure it’s mostly just Dustin and Steve (not counting the “this is for you, Chrissy” moment).

But back to the Corroded Coffin lads: the biggest tell, for me, is that they had band practice without him. They knew he was missing, and either they knew he’d be a suspect/in trouble or they didn’t know him well enough to recognize his trailer on the news. They’re just kids, so it’s fairly reasonable that they wouldn’t be trying to take any action to find/help Eddie, but it seems unbearably callous that they’d just be having a normal band practice. I still don’t really know how to fold that into my understanding of their dynamics, but one possible interpretation is that they aren’t used to thinking of him as someone who ever really gets hurt, so they figure it’ll all just blow over somehow.

Eddie’s obviously taken on a leadership position in their little group. He’s the DM, he runs the show. But we don’t have a sense that he’s got a second-in-command or a trusted advisor that he confides in, much less someone he sees as a true peer in a give-and-take way.

Again, I don’t think any of this means he doesn’t like the Corroded Coffin boys. On the contrary, I think he probably cares about them very much in the same way he loves Dustin. My read on Eddie is that he sees himself as a protector who is in some way responsible for them and their well-being, cultivating an interdependent community that he doesn’t really get to partake in. His sense of self-worth lies in his ability to be a shield, standing between his lost little sheep and the wolves of Hawkins. He draws fire and takes the hits, and that’s a very lonely position to be in.

And then…Steve Harrington.

#askbox #stranger things meta #this is very disorganized but hopefully the main ideas come through #general caveat as always that the most straightforward explanation is 'inadequate/inconsistent writing'#but this is the characterization/dynamic that I've more or less settled on as best fitting my understanding of the narrative #ST meta for TS

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11.7k, yandere, vampires, memory manipulation, drugs, disassociation, needles, kidnapping, self-inflicted wounds, restraints, knives, blood (@starillusion13)

Welcome to Happy Vampire Village

The name was silly, but you understood why they had chosen it. When the vampires revealed themselves to the world, everything changed. They were no longer a fairy tale, but a very real being that had quietly lived alongside humans for centuries. It wouldn’t be so easy to hide in the modern world, but they also saw that humans had changed. Now all they wanted was to peacefully coexist without either side living in fear of the other. Of course that was easier said than done, so this lovely little place had been set up. A small village where vampires and humans could live together, to show that they weren’t bad.

You couldn’t really remember why you had agreed to it, but here you were. The idea was to live with them in this village for a few months and then share your experiences with the world. Although it was just you, one human living with eleven other vampires. The first few weeks were certainly awkward on your end. The boys were all very friendly with you, too friendly, in their attempts to ease your worries. Honestly you didn’t really believe they were vampires at first until you stayed up late one night with them and saw more than you were ready to handle. It seemed they came alive once the sunset.

Their eyes had a crimson glow, and they proudly showed you their fangs. You understood they could still eat human food, and enjoy it, but their main food source was blood. They had their own specialized food and drinks that were laced with blood, as they didn’t want to straight up drink blood in front of you. Once you got to really see them as what they really were, it really helped break the tension. They were like you, they just had a different diet, and could do things that you couldn’t. Looking at it that way, you found yourself coming to terms with the fact vampires were real, and for the next few months they’d be your next door neighbors.

“Morning, y/n!”

“Morning, Sangyeon!”

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yup. My arm feels a bit sore, but otherwise I’m fine.”

“That’s good to hear. Breakfast is all set out so you can come join us.”

“Great.”

Since the idea was for everyone to get along, you shared all your meals together. There was a big open area behind one of the houses with multiple tables put together. Everyone took turns cooking throughout the day, getting help from others as well. Although they were all way better cooks than you, which was funny considering they didn’t need human food. Still, it was a great talking point and something to make you feel more at ease around them. If you didn’t know they were vampires, you’d probably never figure it out.

“How are you guys so good at cooking? You don’t even need human food.”

“But we still enjoy it.” Juyeon explained. “Not to mention we lace it with blood, so it’s important to know how to make it right.”

“Ah, that makes sense.”

“You’re a pretty good cook yourself.”

“Thanks. I had to teach myself to cook if I was gonna be able to live on my own.”

“How long have you had your own place?”

“Uh, a while now. I’ve lived alone since my second year of Uni.”

“And what were you studying?” Eric asked. “Perhaps the arts so you could be a TV star?”

“I don’t think I’m made for TV.”

“You never know.”

“Eric.” Sangyeon hissed. “Behave.”

“I know, I know, I was just saying.”

“What about you guys? I know it’d be silly to ask how old you are, but what exactly did you get up to while in hiding? What did you do to pass the time?”

“Everything and anything.” Kevin began. “Study, learn to play instruments, or sports. With practically endless time you can fully invest yourself in anything of your choosing.”

“Lucky. I wish I could do as I please, but I was wondering if you had a job or something.”

“It’s difficult for us to have a job.” Jacob added. “We have to constantly hide our true selves, and it wouldn’t be easy to socialize with other humans.”

“You have a point. It sounds lonely though.”

“We had each other.”

After breakfast you helped wash the dishes. There were plenty of group activities to participate in to pass the time. Although, since quite some time had passed, Sangyeon suggested fixing up the houses. A new coat of paint, adding some lights, a big group project for everyone to participate and show their personalities through their preferences. You were excited as you had never done something like this before. The first day of the project you all figured out how you wanted to proceed, picking out the colors and planning what to put where.

When you actually started you decided to work on the painting. At first you painted the outside walls with Younghoon, both of you making conversation. He seemed to have experience in all this so he guided you on how to do it properly and have fun with it. Of course the harder to reach parts required a smaller tool. Once the walls had dried you got on a ladder to paint the undersides of the roof. You were humming and in your own little world, not aware that the ladder was unstable, not until you lost your footing. You yelled, expecting to hit the ground, but instead found yourself in someone’s arms.

“Hyunjae?”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah… yeah, thanks.”

“You should be more careful, we wouldn’t want you getting hurt.”

“But I’m okay thanks to you.”

“True.”

No one allowed you back up on a ladder, so you stuck to the groundwork for the rest of the day. Good progress had been made so you had a campfire at night to celebrate. After roasting marshmallows you all sat around. Haknyeon handed you a glass of lemonade to cool down. The afternoons were hot, and even if the nights were cool, you could always use something more to wind down. The lemonade was always delicious, and you wished Jacob would share his secret with you. He wouldn’t but he assured you it was safe for you to drink.

“You guys live in big houses don’t you?”

“Yup.” Juyeon said. “Why do you ask?”

“You must have done a lot of redecorating over the years as new trends came to be and all that.”

“Oh yeah, it was always a hassle but fun too, just like this.”

“It’s getting late.” Sangyeon mentioned. “You should get to sleep y/n.”

“Yeah, you’re right, busy day tomorrow.”

You smiled and wished everyone a good night, heading back to your own little house. It was easy to fall asleep as you were tired and looking forward to tomorrow. The night was peaceful and you were ready for the morning. Once again no one let you on a ladder, but there was still plenty to do. Some things were being torn down and rebuilt, so without realizing you ended up nicking the palm of your hand on something. You yelled, and then immediately started worrying. This was the first time you had hurt yourself here, and it was probably the first time they had smelled fresh blood in a while.

You were scared, and quickly wanted to get back to your place so you could clean yourself up. As you rounded a corner though you came face to face with Chanhee, his eyes glowing red which you knew wasn’t normal during the day. His gaze was only on you for a moment before he looked over at your hand. You pulled it close to your chest, taking a few hurried steps back. You thought of running only to bump into someone else, Sunwoo. His eyes were red as well, making you all the more fearful. You wanted to say something but it was all getting caught in your throat.

“Y/n.”

Sangyeon suddenly appeared and pulled you closer to him. He glared at the other two, baring his fangs and hissing at them. Before you knew it you were inside one of the houses, not yours, and were in the bathroom, Sangyeon having you run your hand under warm water.

“Are you okay?”

“I… yeah… I’m sorry…”

“For what?”

“My hand…”

“Are you saying you cut yourself on purpose?”

“No! But… fresh blood… Chanhee and Sunwoo…”

“I will scold them over that later.”

“Sorry…”

“You didn’t do anything wrong. It would have been a miracle to make it through all of this and not have you get hurt.”

“Still…”

“They’re still young, and fresh blood is always tempting. So don’t apologize for their lack of control. I smelled the blood immediately and would have stopped them.”

“Thank you.”

“Let’s disinfect the wound and then wrap it up.”

Since Sangyeon seemed to know where everything was, you figured this was his place. He sat you down while he gently treated your wound and bandaged it up.

“Stay here for a bit while the blood flow slows down. I’ll have a word with the others.”

“Okay.”

You didn’t hear anything about your injury since then, but on occasion you’d catch some of them staring at your bandages. You didn’t say anything about it either, not wanting to get any one in trouble. Things were as they were with no real changes, but celebrating a vampire’s birthday was something very unexpected. They didn’t share their age with you, but it was a good night for celebrations anyway.

“Happy Birthday to you!”

Everyone cheered as the candles were blown out. It was gonna be a little bit of a celebratory night. You probably would have been up for hours if Haknyeon didn’t wind up bumping into you, causing you to spill your lemonade all over yourself.

“Oh shit, sorry.”

“It’s okay, I’m fine.”

“Probably need to call it a night.” Changmin commented as he came over with a rag. “You shouldn’t be in these kinds of clothes for long.”

“Yeah, I guess I should go to sleep. Don’t stay up and make so much noise.”

“We won’t.”

You said your good nights and went home to shower and get to bed. You were tired from the day so you fell asleep easily, although you wound up waking up in the middle of the night. This was a first for you, and you were so groggy. You lazily got up and went to one of the windows that showed you the front. You could see the boys moving about, and you went over to the front door. You barely took a few steps outside before someone noticed you.

“Y/n, what are you doing awake?” Kevin asked. “You should be sleeping.”

“I… um… I don’t…”

“We’ll be quiet, okay, let’s get you back to bed.”

Kevin gently led you back inside and into bed. He tucked you in and pressed a kiss to your head. You swore you saw a bit of red, but exhaustion pulled you under and you went back to sleep with ease.

❤

The next morning felt like any other, and you didn’t really recall your late night stroll. No one else brought it up either, so it felt more like a dream. Everything else continued on as normal, and you forgot about the incident. That is until your next strange night. You were up late with the boys, having a bit of a festival. Jacob had given you a glass of lemonade to cool down with after some dancing, but before you could take a sip Chanhee pulled you away for more dancing. Another hour or so later you finally decide to call it a night, heading to bed. You were exhausted enough to fall asleep quickly, but woke up randomly a few hours later.

You didn’t think too much of it, simply getting up and going to the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water. As you drank you stared out the window, doing a double take when you saw two people floating in the air. You nearly panicked before remembering that vampires could fly, they just didn’t do that when you were around. You watched them for a while, wondering what they were doing when a knock on the glass pulled you back down. Eric was standing outside with a smile on his face. He waved at you and motioned for you to open the window for him.

“What are you doing up?”

“No idea, I was thirsty though.”

“Well you should get back to sleep, don’t want you tired in the morning.”

“I could just sleep in.”

“The others would miss you.”

“As if you aren’t nocturnal creatures.”

“But we’re all together here and it’s important to socialize. This is all about you, remember?”

“Yeah… I’ll go back to bed, don’t worry.”

“Alright. Sweet dreams.”

The glowing red eyes were something you had gotten used to, but not the flash of red. It always made you a bit dizzy, but it was nothing harmful. You went back to sleep with ease, but come morning there was something on your mind. In all the weeks you had been there so far you hadn’t had trouble sleeping until now. Even at the beginning when you were nervous to be around them you could still fall asleep with ease and get plenty of rest. Nothing had happened as of late that should affect your sleep. If anything things had gotten better, so it made this all the more troubling. It had been on your mind all day, and of course that wasn’t gonna go unnoticed.

“What’s on your mind?” Haknyeon asked. “You seem very quiet today.”

“Oh it’s nothing, just trying to figure something out.”

“Which is? Perhaps I could help?”

“Doubtful. Just had some weird nights and was trying to figure out why.”

“Maybe you slept on your arm or something, nothing to worry about really.”

“Don’t you all sleep in coffins though?”

“Occasionally… but you won’t find those here, I promise.”

You chuckled. “Would have been cool to see.”

“Speaking of cool.” Haknyeon disappeared for a moment. “Here. A little something to cool off.”

“Lemonade is the staple of this little village, huh?”

“Our special recipe.”

“Thanks.”

Usually you get sick of things when you have them every day, but the lemonade was always refreshing and tasty. You tried not to focus on your sleep habits and enjoy the rest of the day. You turned in early, and thankfully had a peaceful night of sleep. Everyone had their sleepless nights, if anything it would be weird if you always slept well, so you stopped worrying about those nights. Even if you had troubles, you didn’t have any responsibilities that needed you to be well rested. You could always sleep during the day like a vampire if anything.

“How about a movie night?”

“Huh?”

“We haven’t had one in a while.” Younghoon explained. “Is there a movie you want to see, we can get it all set up for tomorrow night.”

“Not a bad idea, nothing scary though.”

“Fair.”

“But… how about an old vampire movie?”

“Seriously? You want to embarrass us?”

“I want your commentary.”

“Okay. I’ll ask Sangyeon and hopefully he won’t say no.”

“I’d be very upset if he did.”

“Noted.”

You two got some lemonade and made a toast for good luck with tomorrow’s movie night. You drank first, Younghoon watching you before taking a sip of his drink. You were excited for the next night, managing to sleep well and wake up with a lot of energy. Sangyeon had agreed to your movie suggestion although the others weren’t aware of the film until it started and they all quickly looked over at you. A shy smile was on your face, but they could see that you were going to enjoy the night. Even though you had seen the movie before, you were so immersed because it was a new experience. You didn’t touch the popcorn or lemonade, just asking questions and listening intently as you got a glimpse into the vampire world.

It was definitely a stay up late kind of night so at some point you ended up falling asleep. When you woke up you saw that you were still outside, and were all bundled up in a blanket. You looked around but didn’t see anyone else around. You managed to get up, keeping the blanket around you. Once you got up you knocked over the lemonade and popcorn around you. It had remained completely untouched so the smallest of movements made it fall over. Now that you were up you felt a bit thirsty, seeing other lemonades around and grabbing one. You only took a few sips before realizing it had a different taste. You were getting worried when a voice suddenly caught your attention.

“Y/n? What are you doing awake?”

You dropped the drink from the fright and Juyeon quickly picked you up in his arms. His fast movements startled you, but you were alright for the most part. You were feeling a bit dizzy though, grabbing onto Juyeon.

“Easy there, are you alright?”

“Yeah… just… dizzy…”

“You should go back to sleep. You’ll feel better in the morning.”

“Hm…”

You looked up at Juyeon to see his red glowing eyes, leaning against him. You weren’t feeling so good and shut your eyes. Some sleep would do you good, and hopefully you’d feel better tomorrow. That was the idea but you certainly felt sore in the morning. When you woke up you just stayed in bed for a while. You didn’t want to get up just yet, but you were also thinking about something else. The lemonade you had last night was different than what you were used to. Maybe it was because it had been left out for a couple hours, but something said there was more to it. There was only one way to find out really.

“Jacob.”

After getting out of bed you went out to find Jacob. He was setting up his cute little stand so you were just in time.

“Hey, good morning, did you sleep well?”

“For the most part. I’m a bit sore but I’m okay.”

“That’s good to hear.”

“So, I was wondering if I could help you with your lemonade stand. You make lemonade for us every day and I haven’t had a chance to help you yet.”

“If you want to, I don’t mind the help.”

“Awesome.”

You helped squeeze the lemons, although Jacob was still secretive with his recipe. Before you even knew it he had made the lemonade, and came over to hand you a glass.

“Here you go. For all your help.”

“Thanks.”

You gave Jacob a big smile, and took a sip. It tasted just like usual, and that’s what you expected. There were more glasses on the table, and when Jacob stepped away you went over and took one. As you feared it tasted different, but before you could really think about it Jacob came over and took the glass from your hand.

“What are you doing?”

“Why does it taste different?”

“Huh?”

“The lemonade. The one you gave me and the ones on the table have a different taste.”

“I… uh… there’s blood in it…” Jacob mumbled.

“What?”

“There’s blood… in the lemonade… except yours… the one specially made for you… that’s why it tastes different…”

“Oh…”

You started feeling a bit sick over what you had tasted, running off before Jacob could say anything. Not to mention scolding yourself over jumping to conclusions. You weren’t alone for long before Chanhee found you. He had overheard everything, not surprising actually, the others probably knew too.

“Are you okay?”

“Fine… just feeling silly…”

“We probably should have mentioned it earlier. We just wanted the lemonade to be something we all shared naturally, but of course with our diets it would still be different.”

“I know… I just had other things in my head… I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to cause trouble.”

“You’d never do such a thing.”

Even if you slept well you still felt silly over the whole lemonade incident. Although you didn’t really want to drink it anymore. The next day you played games all day, and focused on that. You were offered some lemonade multiple times but you never really drank it. You had lots of fun though, so by nightfall you were very exhausted. You would have thought you’d sleep through the night but instead you woke up. It was probably stress and the whole incident, but you tried to move past it. You got up and got a glass of water. As you looked out the window you didn’t see anyone around, so you decided to sneak out.

You went over to the hillside, wanting to stargaze, but when you looked up there was a starless sky. It was all black, the only light coming from the lights by the houses. It was weird though, cause you could have sworn you’ve seen stars in the sky before. The last movie night you had came to mind, but maybe you were imagining things. You still stayed where you were, laying back on the grass and looking up at the sky. It was a peaceful night, and you were lost in your own head that you didn’t notice someone approaching. Not until they laid down next to you, looking over at you.

“Hello.”

“Sangyeon…”

“What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to stargaze, but there are no stars… I could have sworn there was.”

“Maybe you’re confusing it with a movie.”

“I think so too.”

“Anyway, you shouldn’t sleep out here. Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

Sangyeon didn’t hesitate to pick you up in his arms, carrying you bridal style back to your place. You could never really get used to the red eyes, but you had to admit they looked nice. Something soothing to see before you fall asleep.

❤

The next morning your arm felt sore, but you didn’t mind it. This time around you’d be helping out with breakfast, which was always quite a lot since it was for twelve. You were so busy that when you got thirsty you just grabbed the nearest drink and chugged it down. Then you grabbed another until you finally realized the taste. This wasn’t your lemonade, and the realization made you faint. By the time you came to you were in bed, and it seemed to be dark out. You looked over and saw Hyunjae and Changmin at your bedside. When they saw you were awake they jumped up.

“Y/n! Are you okay?”

“We were so worried about you.”

“Hm… what happened?”

“We don’t know, you just suddenly collapsed.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you guys. I was just lost in thought and ended up drinking your lemonade… when I realized I kind of freaked out…”

“Gosh, you really scared us.”

“Sorry…”

“As long as you’re okay.”

“Yeah… I should probably go back to sleep though.”

“We’ll let the others know you’re okay.”

“Hold on a second.” Changmin went to get you a glass of water. “Here. You should have some water since you didn’t have much all day.”

“Thanks.”

As you drank the water you noticed a strange taste similar to that of the lemonades. You didn’t say anything though and just thanked the two and went to sleep. Come morning your mind went back to the same issue about the lemonade. Something was wrong. You got out of bed and got yourself a glass of water. It tasted nothing like what you had last night, but presumably you got it from the same place. You couldn’t really go to any of them with your concerns, so just kept it to yourself. As you thought it over you looked back on the nights you had woken up, and if there was anything in common.

You basically had lemonade every day, it was a staple in the little village, but now that you think about it, you didn’t actually drink it on the days you woke up in the middle of the night. It could just be a coincidence, but every other time you slept fine you could recall drinking the lemonade. This all sounded crazy to you, but there was a way for you to test it. That day you got your special glass of lemonade but you didn’t drink it, spilling it out onto the yard when no one was looking. As you feared you wound up waking up that night. It could be a one off, you needed to run more tests, so you decided to go back to sleep on your own.

You were drifting off when you suddenly felt hands grab you. A loud scream ripped from your throat as you got up, seeing Sunwoo in your room. He screamed as well when you did, quickly apologizing though. That didn’t change the fact you were freaking out. There was no reason for him to be in your room, and all the yelling attracted attention. Soon enough the others had gathered as well, but you were still freaking out and yelling incoherently. Sangyeon came to your side and grabbed your shoulders, getting you to focus on him. As always those glowing eyes were mesmerizing, and he was getting you to do some breathing exercises with him so you could calm down.

“Are you okay?”

“I… I think so…”

“Good. Do you think you can explain to me what’s going on?”

“I… I don’t really know… I was trying to go back to sleep when I felt Sunwoo grab me…”

“Did he now? The boy must have been sleepy and thought this was his bed.”

“I… I guess…”

“He didn’t mean to scare you. Sunwoo apologize.”

“I’m so sorry…” Sunwoo apologized. “I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Okay… apology accepted…”

“There, see, nothing to worry about. Get back to bed okay.”

Sangyeon tucked you in while the others headed out, some scolding Sunwoo under their breath. You were feeling sleepy so it was easy to just close your eyes and drift off. Although come morning, when you hadn’t woken up in a panic, and could properly put the pieces together. Something was wrong here. Last night, the incident with Sunwoo, was very strange and was making you feel uneasy. You couldn’t let anyone else know, so you did you best to act normal. You avoided the lemonade again, and just went about the day as usual. No one seems to suspect anything, and you decided to turn in early that day. You only pretend to go to sleep, waiting for the night to become quiet.

Once you felt it was safe you snuck out. You didn’t see anyone around at all so you went out to the hillside. Truth was you didn’t trust this place anymore, you didn’t trust them. You kept low, carefully looking back to make sure you weren’t noticed. You had dressed in some sweatpants and a hoodie, hoping that would be alright. As you made your way down the hill you suddenly came to a stop. The sight before you terrified you. At the bottom of the hill, the grass just ended, the road ahead just smooth concrete leading into darkness. This didn’t make any sense, causing you to question everything you had known, but you couldn’t go back.

You swallowed your fear and stepped onto the concrete. You gave it a moment to see if something happened, but nothing, so then it was just one foot after the other. After a bit of waking you get your phone out. There wasn’t much signal in the village, and you didn’t seem to have any here either, but at least you could use your flashlight. Before doing so you looked back, but it was mostly darkness. You turned the flashlight on and aimed it at the ground, moving slowly. You weren’t sure for how long you were walking for but eventually you came to some sort of wall. You slowly lifted up the light, seeing what appeared to be metal. You carefully reached out to touch it confirming it was real. It was a wall, which didn’t make sense, but surely there was a door somewhere.

You picked a direction and followed it. You were scared with every step, wondering if you would find what you were looking for or not. When the structure suddenly changed you took a step back and could make out a door. You reached for the handle, feeling that this was a sliding door. You looked around in the darkness for a moment before carefully sliding it open. You didn’t know what awaited you on the other side, but it brought you to tears. Beyond the door was an empty lot, and as you stepped out you could see other buildings, but most of all you could see the sky. Stars and clouds hung above you as the tears slid down your cheeks. You looked back at the huge building you had just exited, feeling such panic rise in you. All you could do was run.

You turned around and ran, wanting to get as far away from that place as possible. All this, being out here, those monsters had kept you locked up like some animal, playing house and acting like you were friends. For who knows how long you had been living a lie, and you had no idea how you wound up in their grasp. You just kept running, beyond the lot and finding a small town nearby. You could see cars driving on the streets, buildings, and people walking around. There was life there, although you were still too much in shock to just ask for help. You pulled up your hood and made your way over to the town, keeping your head low and looking around. Everyone seemed normal, going about their lives as if you hadn’t been held hostage nearby. Since nothing appeared out of the ordinary you thought it would be safe to find the nearest police station, but then you froze in your tracks.

“I don’t think I’m made for TV.”

Hearing your own voice sent shivers down your spine. You looked around for the source, finding a bunch of kids gathered outside a store window. They were looking at the TVs on display in the store and you cautiously walked over to see what was playing. As you got closer you could make out the images, coming to see yourself on the screen, along with the other boys. As this scene played out you began to remember that day, mumbling the next words spoken to yourself before hearing them from the TV. This whole time your life had been filmed, and now it was on TV for everyone else’s entertainment. You couldn’t believe what you were seeing. You took a step back, feeling as if reality was fading in and out. Nothing made sense.

“Are you the girl from TV?”

One of the kids who had been watching the TV had noticed you. He approached you, and soon the others were aware of you too. They all got closer, and one of them even leaned in to smell you.

“You are! You must be the human from TV!”

The kids eagerly crowd around you and that’s when you finally realize their eyes were red. That shock gave you the energy to run and you bolted down the street, not looking back. You weren’t paying attention though and wound up running into a couple. You stumbled to the ground and your hood fell back, revealing your face.

“Oh, I’m sorry, are you- wait, are you… oh my gosh! Could I have a bite?”

This time you were well aware of the red eyes the two individuals had. You ignored their words and quickly scrambled to your feet and ran off again. You had to get away from such a public area so you bolted into the nearest alleyway, but ended up tripping over something. When you looked back you saw a human leaning against the wall next to a trash bin. You both stared at each other and you noticed they didn’t have glowing eyes.

“Are you… are you human?”

“What? Never seen a homeless human before?”

You didn’t think twice about rushing over to them, which greatly startled them. You didn’t mean to and quickly put your hands up.

“I… I’m sorry… I just… what is going on here… there are vampires… everywhere and… I don’t understand…”

“Where have you been living?”

Even with the strange question, you got an answer. Vampires had revealed themselves to the world, but not in the way you had believed. They took over, seeing themselves as superior and basically turning humans into cattle. Some were even pets, and that seemed to answer the question of what you were.

“If humans got… taken away then how are you still on the streets?”

“We’ve avoided the hunters.” Another person popped out of the trash bin. “That’s the only way to stay out of those care homes and keep our freedom.”

“You two are together?”

“Yup. I’m Shane, and that’s Pete.”

“How long have you been on the streets?”

“A couple months now… maybe longer, honestly lost track of time.”

“So how… how do you survive out here? Can you help me?”

“Where are you from?” Pete asked.

“It’s… it’s complicated…”

“It won’t be easy to feed another mouth.” Shane commented. “We barely manage on our own.”

“Please, I don’t have anywhere else to go…”

“Alright, fine.” Shane hops out of the trash bin and pulls up your hood. “Stay warm. We gotta lay low, that’s the most important.”

“Okay…”

“Come on then, we can stay out in the open like this for too long.”

You didn’t really hesitate to follow them deeper into the alley. They led you into an abandoned building. They found a place to start a fire, safely as they explained to you, and settled around it. You helped find some cardboard and newspaper, needing something to sit on besides the cold floor.

“Here.” Pete offered you bread. “You need to eat.”

This wasn’t what you were used to, but you were grateful. It was better than nothing. You took the bread and thanked him. As you ate and stared at the fire you couldn’t help but think back to the campfires you used to sit around. The fire itself was the same, burning bright and hot, but your circumstances had changed. You really tried not to cry but you couldn’t help the tears. Once you finished eating you laid down on the cardboard, watching the fire and slowly dozing off. Then you suddenly jumped up as you felt a pinch around your neck. You looked around in a panic thinking something had bit you, but then you realized you were completely alone.

The other two were gone, as were the belongings they had with them. You pulled your legs up to your chest, feeling that fear of being alone, and worst of all abandoned. There was nowhere else for you to go and now you were really on your own. You noticed a small bag next to the fire and reached over to it, finding some food inside and a note. It explained that they couldn’t risk having someone else with them, but that they wished you luck. They don’t know what your situation was but they told you there wasn’t any shame in surrendering to the hunters and going to a care house.

The problem was you didn’t want to go back with any vampires, so you were going to have to figure out how to survive on the streets all on your own. You really did need to sleep though, so you laid back down, trying to get comfortable when you heard a noise. Now you were on alert and looking around. You got up and found something to swing like a bat, carefully taking in your surroundings. When you suddenly felt a presence behind you, there was no hesitation in your swing. You were worried about hurting someone, but you weren’t expecting the person to catch your weapon, let alone be a familiar face.

“Haknyeon…”

He ripped the weapon away from you, and then he had his hand around your throat. His grip was firm, and you soon found it difficult to breathe.

“You my dear, are in a world of trouble for the stunt you’ve pulled.”

“Let her go.” Sangyeon ordered. “It’s not your turn.”

Just as he was told, Haknyeon let you go and you collapsed to the ground catching your breath. You were gasping in air when you were suddenly grabbed. For a moment you stared into Sangyeon’s red eyes, and then he was on your neck. You felt a pinch and yelled from the initial sting before you were suddenly overwhelmed by this euphoric feeling. The scream died down, replaced by a ragged moan and a dizzy feeling.

“There, that should keep her docile. Let’s go.”

“But what about-”

“Later, Chanhee. We should get home first.”

Your vision was a blur, but you could vaguely make out Jacob picking you up in his arms. You had no idea where this home was, although all that came to mind was the village. You were taken out of the building and into another alleyway. Jacob was careful to put you into the back seat of a car, having you rest against Kevin’s shoulder. You could feel the car move beneath you, vaguely making out the world outside the window. At first you could see buildings but then that all turned to trees and soon enough you had arrived. This time Changmin got you out of the car and you found yourself before a very big house.

“… where…”

“Sh, we’re home now.” Changmin assured.

“You know where to take her.” Sangyeon said.

“Of course.”

Everything felt like a dream as you were carried up the steps and through the front door. The house was just as big on the inside, like a mansion. You didn’t know much about luxury, but from what you could see, this place was fancy. You were taken into a room and laid down on some kind of medical table. Before you could really process you felt your arms and legs being strapped down.

“… wait… wait…”

“Just calm down, we’re not gonna hurt you.”

Those words didn’t really provide comfort. Especially once you saw the needle and watched it go into your arm. You started pulling on your restraints then, only for them to take advantage of your distracted state and push a gel pill into your mouth. It dissolved on your tongue, and you froze upon recognizing the taste. You had this before in every glass of lemonade they had made for you. This was what they had been giving you for weeks.

“Sorry, but you need to take that.”

You wanted to say something to them, even yell, but you were starting to feel drowsy. Without wanting to, your body relaxed against the table, and you began to have trouble keeping your eyes open. Soon enough you drifted off to sleep in a very unfamiliar place. You didn’t know how long you were out for, but when you regained consciousness your vision wasn’t as blurry. That’s when you noticed the blood bags, and looked down at your arm. They had been drawing blood from you this whole time, every night as far as you knew. It didn’t even make sense, it shouldn’t be possible.

“Oh, I see someone’s awake.” Eric smiled. “Hi beautiful.”

“… what… what is this…”

“Don’t worry, it’s just routine, but you don’t remember that right now.”

Younghoon came over to your side and removed the needle, placing a soft kiss on your arm where a drop of blood bloomed. He liked his lips and smiled at you, sending shivers down your spine. Juyeon then came over and undid your restraints, pulling you into his arms. He carried you out of the room and to another one. It seemed like a bedroom, and you were placed down on the bed. He was going to leave you to rest but you grabbed onto his arm.

“… what’s going on… why did you lie to me… what… what’s real…”

“Sangyeon can answer all your questions after you eat.”

A while after Juyeon left, Eric came in with a food cart. He had you sit back on the bed, placing a tray in front of you. As you moved to lift your arm you got a familiar sore feeling, further confirmation as to what they had been doing with you. Eric noticed you were struggling and decided to feed you himself, which you accepted. It was weird, but you were hungry, and feeling so weak from the blood loss. When you had your fill Eric tried to get you to sleep but you refused. You wanted to talk to Sangyeon before anything else.

“You should really get some sleep.”

“I feel like I’m always sleeping…”

“Touché. I’m rather busy, but I always have time for you.” Sangyeon sat down at your bedside. “So what is it you want to ask?”

“I want you to explain.”

“Explain what?”

“Everything.”

“Well, where do I even start?”

“You could start by telling me if anything of what I believe is real.”

“Good choice.”

Sangyeon was honest with you, or at least you believed he was, there was no way for you to know otherwise. He told you that vampires had been living in hiding for hundreds of years, but decided to make their presence known as it was becoming clear to them humans couldn’t take care of themselves, or the planet. They’re not monsters so their methods were kind, and humans were now well taken care of and the planet itself was also thriving.

“So we’re your pets.”

“Not quiet. You’re more like-”

“Cattle?”

“You are really trying to make us out as monsters.”

“Isn’t blood your food source? Doesn’t that just make us cattle to you.”

“But you’re not animals. It’s true we do need your blood, but why would we be so cruel to our food source? Humans are well cared for. If you’d like I could perhaps arrange a visit to a care house and you could see for yourself.”

“This isn’t a care house, is it? So what am I?”

“You, well, you are our pet.” Sangyeon gently caressed your cheek. “Not every vampire can have one, but we can. You’re our special little girl.”

“Is that why I’m on TV?”

“Hm? Who told you that?”

“I saw it! My face on a screen with the rest of you! My life on display for entertainment!”

“Easy now, there’s no harm-”

“Why does that exist!?”

“Why else? We like to show you off, and it’s good money. Everyone has fun, and your blood.” Sangyeon took your hand and kissed your wrist. “It’s worth quite a lot. You’re famous.”

“So my whole life… it’s been a lie…”

“Not quiet. We’ve simply made it so you believed what we wanted you too. It’s very important as it makes the show, and your performance, all the more authentic.”

“You’re a monster.”

“You don’t mean that. You don’t even remember what your life is actually like.”

“Make me.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

“Why!?”

“We still have a lot of work to do since our filming schedule has been interrupted. It’s better for you to remain this way until we wrap everything up.” Sangyeon took a breath. “You have caused quite a lot of trouble, but perhaps something good can come out of it. But first, I need to know how you realized you were on a set.”

“…”

“Answer me.”

A moment ago you were just having a conversation, but now Sangyeon was glaring at you with glowing red eyes. It sent a chill down your spine, making you very nervous.

“It was the lemonade.”

“What?”

“It had a weird taste… and my sleep schedule was questionable… then there was the incident with Sunwoo… and the lack of stars in the sky… I knew there was something wrong…”

“Hm. Impressive. You picked up on a bunch of little things out of the ordinary and put the pieces together. I’ll keep that in mind.”

“How did you find me though… I was only gone for a few hours…”

“It was at night. We clean up at the end of the day and take you home. It wasn’t long before we realized no one had gotten you. We searched all over, and then found one of the back doors opened. We could have just tracked you by scent but with your memories things would be more troublesome, so we used the tracking chip.”

Instinctively you reached up to your neck, remembering that jolt of pain you had back in the abandoned building.

“I’m not some animal!”

“But you’re our pet, and plenty of owners tag their pets. We wouldn’t want to lose you now would we. You’re too precious and valuable.” Sangyeon chuckled and pet your head. “Thankfully you’re not on the news or social media, so this wasn’t as big of a mess as it could have been. You should get some sleep though, you still need to recover from the blood loss.”

You didn’t have much of a choice as Sangyeon tucked you into bed, giving you a kiss on your head before leaving you to rest. You laid in bed and stared up at the ceiling, wondering what had happened to the world, and what had happened to you. Even if you didn’t want to sleep you couldn’t deny the fact you were still tired. You weren’t going to go anywhere, so you might as well use this chance to sleep and gather your strength.

❤

When you woke up later you were feeling better, so you got out of bed. You looked around the room, opening the closet to find it filled with all kinds of luxury clothes and accessories. It was all your size too which made it more creepy. You quickly shut the door, not wanting to see any of that. You also didn’t want to stay in this room, so you carefully peeked out into the hall, seeing that it was empty. You made your way out, wandering around. The place was pretty huge, although you stopped to stare at a picture on the wall. The picture was of you and the boys, and you had a big smile on your face.

“What are you doing out of bed?”

You jumped as Hyunjae startled you, having found some way to sneak up on you. Then again as a vampire it was probably easy for him to move around undetected, not to mention you were distracted.

“I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“I’ve slept enough.”

“Then how about some snacks. There’s-”

“Who is she?”

“What?”

“Her.” You pointed at yourself in the picture. “Who is she? Where is she!?”

“Hm… well I guess you can say she’s sleeping…”

“Wake her up!”

“I can’t.”

“What is wrong with you? All of you? Did she agree to this, to be-”

“Yes.”

“What?”

“You, or I guess her, she did agree to this.”

“…”

“What? You think we just rearranged your memories cause we can? No, this was a group decision. Even though this wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“Obviously. I still can’t believe I agreed to something like this.”

“Then how about a snack to take your mind off it.”

Before you could object Hyunjae took your hand and dragged you over to the kitchen. It was just as big as you would expect in this place. You felt like you had snuck into a restaurant kitchen. As you looked around Hyunjae rummaged through the cabinets until he found some snacks, handing them over to you, which was surprising.

“What? The snacks were for you, not me.”

“Oh… I… I thought… you were gonna… you know…”

“We can’t all feed off you, but we can draw blood.”

“That doesn’t make sense… you drew blood from me practically every night… that’s not possible.”

“It’s cause of that pill you took.”

“What?”

“It makes you sleepy but also helps replenish your blood faster. Perfectly harmless and very effective. We can draw blood more than once every two months, and no we didn’t do it every night either.”

Hyunjae went over to the fridge and grabbed a blood, opening it up and then hopping onto the counter top. He took a big sip and let out a content sigh.

“Your blood is so sweet.”

“Is that why you chose me?”

“No. It’s just a bonus.”

“Then… why…”

“You were very cute. We went to a care house because we wanted someone here with us since it didn’t have to be just us anymore.” Hyunjae took another sip from the blood bag. “It wasn’t easy though. The amount of paperwork we had to do just to get into the building and see you all.”

“What papers?”

“The basics, like proof that we could care for a human. That we’d be able to provide a good and healthy diet, as well as clothed them, and that we had a good environment for them to live in. Along with other things depending on the human. We had specialists all over the house inspecting it to make sure we were responsible and not lying on the papers.”

“I didn’t know you had to go through all that just to have a pet human…”

“Not everyone can just have one. It’s a big responsibility, and not all vampires have good self control. It is just our nature, and all the more reason to keep your kind safe.” Hyunjae smiled at you. “With all that done we finally got a chance to look around. That’s when we found you, all quiet and alone, sitting in the corner reading a book. When we approached you seemed so uninterested in us. You weren’t scared or anything like that. You seemed to be quite happy since you had all this time for yourself to do as you pleased. We offered you a comfy home so you could have all that and more. So you asked your cute little questions. If you could read all the books you wanted, or paint out in a garden, or watch TV all day or spend a whole day sleeping. Of course the answer to all that was yes, and you know what you said?”

“What?”

“I’ll think about it. We were all so surprised, but it made us all the more interested in you. So one of us went by to see you every day until you finally decided to come home with us. Gosh, the look on your face when you say this place, you were so in love. You had so much space, and such luxurious things. If you weren’t busy with something we would always find you wandering around the halls. Tell me, does any of that sound like you?”

“… maybe… but what about the show?”

“Ah, that. Sunwoo wanted to do something in film, and you suggested a comedy.”

“Wait, it was my idea?”

“More or less. You figured it would be fun if the theme was like a human living with a bunch of vampires and the shenanigans that would come from it.”

“No way…”

“Yeah, and it’s a big hit. Happy Vampire Village. We all did it more for fun but it was a big hit. Everyone adores you.”

“So… I’m famous?”

“Yup. And since you’re around right now, Sangyeon was thinking of taking you to this gala thing that’s coming up.”

“No thanks…”

“Well it’s not entirely up to you.”

“Yo.” Kevin poked his head into the kitchen. “What are you two doing?”

“Just snacking.” Hyunjae answered. “What’s up?”

“Nothing, just wondering if you wanted to hang out. I was gonna get some snacks and watch TV, you in?”

“Absolutely.”

Kevin and Hyunjae grabbed some more snacks and then took you into this home theater room. They were channel surfing and you were vaguely paying attention until you saw yourself on screen. You asked to go back, watching yourself for a moment, remembering everything you saw since this was your life. You couldn’t do it for long though, excusing yourself cause you wanted to be alone. You wandered the halls, figuring you’d find your way back to your room eventually. Although you noticed a door open and heard some clicking noises.

You slowly approached and poked your head into the room. There was low light and you saw Chanhee sitting in front of a monitor. As you looked closer you realized you were on the screen again, and apparently he was editing footage. You caught glimpses of this behind the scenes stuff. To a degree it was interesting, but horrifying as well. Every moment you had spent in the village was recorded. You had no privacy at all. That realization brought tears to your eyes and you ran off to hide, just wanting to be away from any lights or prying eyes.

“I’m sorry we can’t play hide and seek.”

You had been curled up on the floor, hugging your knees to your chest and hiding your face when you heard a voice. You didn’t even look at them, but could feel their presence as they sat down next to you.

“Cause of the chip?”

“Your heartbeat.”

“I hate this place.” You looked up to see Jacob. “It’s like a bad dream.”

“Sorry. We should have done better to make sure this never happened in the first place.” Jacob softly pet your head. “I promise it won’t happen again.”

“Well, I don’t want to do it.”

“Y/n-”

“How long is that show supposed to go for anyway?”

“Well, going along with your memory, I think there’s only like a month or two left. This was always a side project anyway.”

“And when it’s over? Then what?”

“We have to finish up the show first. We’ll end up erasing your memories to do that.”

“So all this explaining is kind of pointless.”

“Yeah, but it’s important that you feel at ease.”

“I feel like I’m gonna die.”

“I’m sorry… we didn’t mean to make things scary.”

Jacob sat with you for a while before convincing you to go back to your room. It was probably better to be there anyway. Soon enough you were alone again just laying in bed and staring at the ceiling. You thought back on what you had been told, trying to make sense of it. Truth was that the world was so scary to you because it was foreign. Nothing really seemed to be bad. Nobody tried to hurt you, or was mean to you while you were on the streets. Then again you weren’t out there for long. Even now you were living quite comfortably, so you couldn’t know for sure what the world was like.

You wanted to know, to see for yourself, but it was kinda pointless. Apparently you were happy here, but you just don’t remember. You were nervous and scared now, but deep down you had this sense of ease, making you wonder if you should trust the boys. While lost in thought Haknyeon suddenly came into your room. He let you know that you would be attending a gala tomorrow so they needed to figure out your outfit. You didn’t have a say in the matter as he pulled you out of bed and had you stand in front of the mirror. He went through your closet picking out some dresses and seeing what looks best.

“Do I have to go?”

“Yes. Everyone wants to see you, and you don’t have to worry about anything. Just smile and be positive. You can’t talk about the show anyway since we’re not done filming.”

“So I’m just arm candy?”

“Not exactly, but I’m sure you’ll have fun.”

“Doubtful, but I don’t have a choice in the matter.”

The next day you were up early as you had a lot to prepare for. You were given a bath first thing. It was a deep clean and very relaxing, you honestly didn’t want to get out of the tub. Breakfast was a delight, and very filling, kind of reminding you of the good times back at the village. Although there wasn’t much time for reminiscing as you had to get your hair done, and get dressed, along with makeup and accessories. You never really had a moment to catch your breath until later in the evening.

The boys were all dressed in suits, looking very handsome. You thought you’d ride in one of their cars, but should have realized you’d be taking a limo. Even though you didn’t want to go, you were nervous about this whole event. You weren’t a random guest, but someone many were looking forward to seeing. As you arrived at the venue it became more apparent. All the boys reassured you that you looked amazing, and to not be nervous. Just smile and be polite, and no spoilers. The boys stepped out of the limo first, and you were the last, taking Sangyeon’s hand and being met by the flashing lights of the cameras.

It caught you off guard at first but once you adjusted you could see more of your surroundings. As far as you could tell the venue was this museum, and the red carpet led you up the stairs towards the entrance. Many were calling your name and asking you to look towards them with a smile. You weren’t sure if you were smiling, but Sangyeon wasn’t really letting you stop to pose for a photo. You did manage to wave though, and that seemed to be good enough. Although once you entered the museum the atmosphere changed.

The other attendees were happy to see you and said hello, but they mostly seemed interested in the boys. It made sense, they were of the same species and in here you really were more of a pet than some celebrity. You shook some hands and kept a smile, also being reminded not to give spoilers. Still, after the initial greetings the boys just kept you close while they mingled with others. Some calm music filled the air, along with business chatter. You didn’t care for any of it, but you were kind of hungry. As you reached for something on the table Changmin was quick to stop you.

“That’s not for you, sweetie.”

“Huh?”

“Vampire food isn’t good for you. I should probably take you over with the others.” Changmin took your hand in his. “Come now.”

You were confused, but you followed behind Changmin. He took you to another part of the museum. You came across some security guards, which was strange to you, and then you found yourself in this smaller area. It seemed just like the main area, but with fewer people. Before you could ask what this was you got your answer.

“These are the other humans in attendance tonight. So mingle and have fun.”

So this was basically the pet daycare. It annoyed you, but you wanted food more than anything so you went to get some. You feared maybe you’d get some attention here, but besides the occasional glance in your direction, no one paid you much attention. You were thankful for that, these types of things weren’t your scene. So you just sat quietly at an empty table and kept to yourself. You wished you had something to distract yourself with besides food, but soon enough you had company. Another woman came over to your side and sat next to you.

“You’re pretty quiet for a celebrity.”

“I don’t really feel like one…”

“Your fame is rather complicated.”

“Tell me about it.”

“It is weird though, isn’t it, for us all to be here. All the humans gathered in one place while the vampires have their party too.”

“Well, we are their pets after all.”

“And that’s not right. Just because those creatures think they’re better than us, doesn’t mean they are.”

“I mean… they’re pretty powerful.”

“But not immortal. They can still die.”

“Huh… you’re pretty hostile for a pet…”

“Wanna know a secret.” She leaned in close. “I’m not a pet.”

“If… if you’re not a pet… then how… what-”

“You think humans have just given up? There is still a resistance out there. We shouldn’t be living like this. We were once top of the food chain, and now this? We could have been equals with vampires but they chose to take over. They’re cruel creatures who claim to care for humans but I don’t buy it.” She leaned close and tapped your neck. “You know that’s not just some tracking chip in you.”

“What?”

As you processed her words she took your hand and led you out of the room into the hall. It was just the two of you. Before you could ask she told you not to worry about security. They don’t see you as a problem or a threat so they won’t care about you two being out here. She stopped over by some statue, getting something from a hidden compartment. You didn’t recognize the device in her hand but you took a step back.

“What… what is that…”

“It won’t hurt much.”

You don’t know what she did but you suddenly felt a pinch on your neck, reaching over to the area of pain.

“What did you do!?”

“I disabled your chip. Besides tracking you like some dog, it also functioned as an inhibitor. Makes it very hard to have any negative emotions or complex thinking with that thing. It keeps you docile and happy, like some kind of lobotomy.”

“No… no the wouldn’t…”

“You should come with me.”

“What… why?”

“I’m not some pet, I snuck into this event to find you, to help you.”

“… wa… what does that mean?”

“The vamps always parade you around, and with all your popularity you’re basically the face of human subjugation. You’re not some show dog.” Hearing all that started to make you feel guilty. “You can get away from this all and be free.”

“I… I don’t know… they’ve messed with my memories and I’m not sure about all this…”

“Really? That’s all the more reason to get away.”

“But I agreed to it…”

“Sure you did. Not like they have the power to compel you.”

“I don’t know…”

“Come with me. You can’t really make decisions for yourself with those creatures around you.”

You were honestly considering her proposition. When you first discovered you were living in a false reality you wanted to run away. They caught you and took you back to a world you were unfamiliar with and this was your chance to get back out there and see the truth for yourself. You weren’t sure what the right thing to do was, and as you thought it over you heard your name being called.

“Y/n!”

You jumped at the sound of your own name, and before you knew it the girl you were with was tackled to the ground. The security guard was pinning her down when you were suddenly flipped around.

“Are you okay?”

“I… how did you find me…”

“What?” Sunwoo questioned. “After your little stunt did you think we wouldn’t be keeping a close eye on your chip?”

“I-”

Before you could say anything you heard a yell and looked back to find a surprising scene. The women had broken away from the guard, a silver blade in each hand. Once she was on her feet she didn’t hesitate to throw a blade in your direction. You screamed but Sunwoo pulled you into his embrace and turned you around to protect you. He held you tightly and after a moment pulled back.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah… yeah…”

“Go after her!” Sunwoo yelled. “Now.”

“Sir-”

“I’ll be fine!”

The security guard chased after the woman, but you were wondering what the other meant. That’s when you noticed a blade sticking out of Sunwoo’s back. You screamed and started to worry, but he told you to calm down.

“You’re hurt…”

“It’s okay, it’s nothing serious.”

“I’m sorry.”

“This isn’t your fault.”

“Still…”

“Come on, let’s get back to the others.”

Even though he said he was alright you could tell he wasn’t. He was hunching over and leaning against you.

“Sunwoo…”

“I’m fine.”

“You don’t look it… you need blood… don’t you?”

“Y/n…”

You didn’t really listen to him, helping him down onto his knees. You apologized before grabbing the blade and pulling it out. Sunwoo yelled and threw a glare at you, eyes glowing red. He grabbed your arm holding the blame.

“Don’t… I’ll be fine…”

“I don’t trust that…”

You pulled away from Sunwoo’s grasp. You wiped the blood of the blade and took a moment to prepare yourself before slicing open your palm. You winced from the pain, but held out your hand for him. He didn’t want it, but you knew he would need it, so you pressed your bloody palm against his wrist. Once he tasted blood he couldn’t help himself. He drank, grabbing a hold of your arm and holding you close. When he pulled back to catch his breath you could already see he was better. Although before you could say anything he lunged at you and pinned you to the ground.

“Sunwoo-”

He sunk his fangs into your neck, making you yell before this feeling of ecstasy began to take over. You wrapped your arms around Sunwoo, your vision beginning to fade as your head swam. You tried to speak but you didn’t have the strength to form words and slowly, your world became black.

❤

“What the hell were you thinking!”

You began to regain consciousness as sounds of yelling filled your ears. You looked around, vaguely able to make out the limo you were in, and felt the rumbling of movement.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to be she-”

“That’s not an excuse!”

“… sorry…” You mumbled. “… my fault…”

“Y/n, you’re awake.”

You had been sitting on the floor, in between Sangyeon’s legs and resting your head on his thigh. Once he realized you were awake he gently caressed your cheek.

“Are you alright?”

“Hm… I was… just trying… to help…”

“Your actions were crazy. You should never do something like that.”

“Sorry…”

“Just take it easy, you’re okay.”

“… what… the other…”

“She got away, but she’s not your concern.”

“Okay…”

“You just rest and focus on getting better.”

The next couple of days you did spend in bed. Since you hadn’t taken the pill, and Sunwoo went a bit overboard, your body had to go about recovery the natural way. You ate in your room, getting help until you could feed yourself. Once you could get out of bed you were able to walk around the house, with some help of course. You were told that the events at the gala were kept under wraps, so there was nothing to worry about in regards to that.

“I want to go to a care house.”

“What?”

“I want to see what it looks like.”

“You’re not in a condition to be going out.”

“But I need to know.”

“Hm…” Sangyeon pondered it over. “Fine.”

You still had to wait until you were capable of walking on your own before Sangyeon would keep his word. You weren’t sure what to expect, so it was all quite a surprise. The facility was huge, and you basically went on a tour. You saw how everyone had their own room, and a few items as well. They were given so many activities to fill their time with, both indoor and outdoor. This whole place seemed like a community home.

“Vampires mostly leave the humans to themselves. We only draw blood from them once a week.”

Everything seemed to be well, and everyone seemed happy. You didn’t see an issue here but then you remembered the chip in your neck. You reached up to touch the area, feeling a bit uneasy. They were stronger than you but from what you had seen so far they didn’t mean any harm. Humans seemed to be okay, and you saw no reason to mess with it. On the ride home you stared out the window, thinking about the world you had been discovering.

“Are you okay?” Chanhee asked.

“Yeah… it just feels like I’m so new to the world…”

“It’s cute. You’re just like when we first brought you home.”

“But I don’t get to continue like this…”

“It is upsetting, but you’re practically at the point where you originally wanted to do the show.”

“Yeah.”

You recovered for a few more days, and once you were better you were taken back to the village. It was weird going back to that lot, no longer afraid but having a new perspective. You followed the boys into the building you had run out of once upon a time. Except this time you were going in through the front entrance. You were only in the dark for a bit before you came upon a familiar scene. The village was the same as you remembered it, but you could see it in a new light now. Suddenly all the cameras and stage lights were visible, and you could see this place for what it really was. Makebelieve.

“How did I not see all this…”

“Cause we made it so you wouldn’t.” Juyeon explained. “Since that’s the point of all this.”

“Right.”

“Are you ready to go back?” Younghoon asked.

“Yeah. I should see this to end. Besides, you have all put so much work into this.”

“You have as well.”

“All the more reason.”

You walked through the village, seeing all the things that you weren’t aware of before. It was kind of funny, making you wonder how you would feel in the future looking back on all of this. When you were satisfied you went off to find Sangyeon.

“You good?”

“Yup.” You smiled. “I’m good.”

“Come on then.”

Sangyeon held out his hand and you gladly took it. You waved goodbye to the other boys, seeing all the smiles on their faces too.

“See you tomorrow.”

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catsandgoodbooks · 8 months

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No. 8: “I’ve got soul, but I’m not a soldier.”

Overcrowded ER | Outnumbered | “It’s all for nothing."

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Dream ran through his inventory in his head. Netherite armor – a spare set of Punz’s, one they’d gifted to him for Christmas after he got out –, axe sword bow shield, a couple healing potions, and there. Four ender pearls. If he was going to get out of here, his back literally up against the wall – or, more accurately, a sharp grass cliff in the middle of a forest –, that was how. But before he could even consider that, he had to make some breathing space, and the one way he’d do that was to start talking.

“Oh, what? You didn’t feel comfortable going after me yourself so you had to round up all your friends – and the people who aren’t your friends, too, I see you Ponk and Sam – for a big giant confrontation?” Dream taunted. He’d spotted the disquiet, the guilt, quickly flash across Sam’s face and Ponk’s little grimace, which meant he was doing something right. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t also surprised to find the two of them together here, given what Punz had told him. But, hey, things changed, and the more friction between the members of this little hunting party, the better.

Everyone else made sense, mostly. Sam and Quackity were to be expected, just the way Tommy and Sapnap were. It was never in question; they were the ones who wanted him dead or locked away the most. Dream had come to terms with that fact long ago. (He had had to; shock or denial or appeal to the good old times, to the childhood they shared, wouldn’t save his life, unlike getting over it and accepting it was this new truth, the new situation)

Dream was a little surprised that Bad and Ant weren’t here too, but maybe they were having another Egg relapse. He wouldn’t be surprised if they were. (He still found himself looking instinctively for his absent guards, the only ones who wouldn’t hurt him or at least wouldn’t try to. That’s why they were almost never there, after all. Maybe that was why they weren’t here this time; not because they were busy but because Sam or Quackity thought they had too weak a stomach or too soft a heart)

Puffy wasn’t a surprise either, even if it was a little disappointing. He’d thought she’d cared for way too long, and now he owed Punz so much money. He’d made that bet years ago, Prime damn it! (She’d left him years ago, too. She’d left him and never looked back and when he tried to confront her about it, when he tried to ask her what he’d done wrong, was answered with hatred and disgust. He knew now she didn’t want to see him, except if he was bleeding out)

Speaking of Punz, he already knew they wouldn’t be here. Last he heard from them (which was not very long ago), they’d been far far away, and he wanted it that way. He didn’t want them to get hurt or be in danger alongside him. He never had. (Selfishly, he wished that they were here, just so he had someone on his side here, someone he could rely on, even though he knew it was a horrible, horrible thing to wish for)

Niki and some of the new people (look, they were new and most of them joined when he was out of commission, how was he supposed to memorize their names?) were also there, but they were sticking to the back and Dream couldn’t get quite a good look at them. From what he could see, Niki was also half-turned away and typing on her communicator, so it didn’t look like she was really that interested in the confrontation going on and therefore not much of a threat.

Quackity shrugged. “Some people just like to be prepared, Dream. What’s the harm in that?”

“The harm comes when you can’t do anything without the help of your fucking lackeys,” Dream told him. “Like, what happened the last time you tried doing something yourself? Nothing, ‘cause you never did that.”

“Shut up, Dream,” Sapnap hissed, a furrow between his brows and murder reflected in his amber eyes.

“Or what? You’re kill me? I mean, you already made that pretty clear, like, a year ago, Sapnap,” Dream responded. “And I think the rest of your pals here,” he gestured at everyone around him, “already think that’s the game plan, Sap.” Dream shifted slightly, affecting an expression of pure boredom, careful slipping one hand behind his back and into his hotbar. He just needed one minute of keeping his *cough* companions busy and not getting killed to get the hell out of here.

Just one moment and then–

For some reason, everyone started screaming, and no one was looking at Dream anymore, because it was pretty easy to make out the fucking giant floating withers in the sky descending upon them.

Well, fuck, Dream thought, and he split. He wasn’t sticking around for this shit, not with his life on the line.

***

“You just carry around wither skulls at all times?” Punz asked, looking over the forest with sharp eyes.

“Duh. I mean, it came in useful this time, it comes in useful a lot,” Technoblade responded. He leaned forward, watching everyone scatter. “How’d you even figure out where it was all going down?” he asked, eyes still glued to the scene in front of him.

“I was talking to Dream beforehand. He told me where he was,” they responded, lying just the littlest bit. Technoblade didn’t need to know about all the details. They’d likely already told him too much. “You?”

“Niki texted me. Good thing we were both in the area, right?” Techno joked. “We wouldn’t want our favorite war criminal to end up dead, would we?” Punz huffed a laugh. “Of course. That’d be horrible.” It truly would be, and their job was to make sure that’d never happen.

#whumptober2023 #no.8 #outnumbered #dsmp #fic #c!dream #c!quackity #c!sam #c!tommy #c!sapnap #c!punz #c!puffy #c!niki #c!techno #staged duo #rivals duo #my writing

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allthenamesithinkofaretaken · 1 year

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*Inhale* if I’m wrong I’m wrong—

but istg, I once saw someone who was a fan of both TLW AND BUNGO STRAY DOGS?? And istg if my memory is failing me, but I think it was you…? (Okay, kill me if I’m wrong, I’m not going to complain, I get to say “hi” to Muerte lol)

*But either way, I’m 100% sure you’ve listened to EPIC the musical so at least I know we share that similarity because I screamed when I saw “When does a man become a monster”— (and yes, I talk a lot, and I am so so sorry)*

BUT GOING TO MY POINT— just curious how Muerte would react to a suicidal person, would he hate them for not valuing life? Would he pity them and try to help out? Would he be pissed and go after them like what he did with Puss? It’s pretty interesting to think about. So maybe… a small chapter about Y/N feeling suicidal and doing self harm? (Again, sorry for the long text and huge fan of your writing btw 🤩😭)

How could I hurt you?

Muerte/ Death x Suicidal! GN! Reader

TW// talks of depression, suicide

Hi! No, I'm not the one you're looking for but that's fine, I'm not going to kill you! I love long messages with thoughts on them because I think they're fun! I named this Oneshot off the lyrics of Just a Man (I know, I'm sorry) and I hope you don't mind but I cut off the self harming part because I don't feel comfortable in writing about that. (You didn't know, it's fine, I didn't really put a warning for the things what people can and can't request for, and I might do that now the next time I turn on requests) but I hope you enjoy! Sorry if it's short, I'm still trying to learn how to manage my time because of the new school works my prof sent us. 🥲

Muerte with a suicidal MC:

I don’t think he’d chase after them like what he did to Puss' at all!

Because the reason why he chased down Puss in the first place was because Puss was taking life for granted in a way that most arrogant people do (as we see in the movie. Puss isn’t suicidal at all, at least I think not)

The difference between that and being suicidal is that Muerte sympathizes (empathizes? I never knew the difference) with them. They have experienced a lot of misfortune, trauma, or other life events that lead them to being that way, and he can always understand the pain they’re going through that made them want to end their life in the first place.

Suicide is one of the death’s that’s hard for him, I imagine, seeing that it’s about someone taking their own life just to end the pain they’re going through. That this wasn’t some last minute accident or stupid decision they didn’t think of before doing like some of Puss’ deaths. It was something they’ve thought about for a long time, for the longest time.

So if (Y/n) is suicidal by the time they meet, he would sit with them, and they’d let the silence bask around like a warm and gentle hug, and then he’ll talk, he’ll ask if they’re okay, he’ll ask what they’ve been up to, what they like to do, anything to remind them of the good times rather than just fully focusing on the bad parts. He wants them to be comfortable after all.

But when there are times when they just need to let out their feelings, Muerte will always be there to listen, no matter what. If they want him to reply, he’ll think of anything to say, even if the things they’ve said had rendered him speechless, if they want him to just be there while they rant out their thoughts and feelings, he’ll be there.

He cares about them much more than he’s cared about any other person he could think of (other than his brothers and sisters of course) and he wouldn’t want them getting lost in the pain and sorrow he’s seen others get swallowed into so many times.

So expect him to always be there for them when they're feeling down, always to support them and make them feel better, cuddle them, especially if they end up dating.

If not and it's all platonic, then he'll be less affectionate, but still supportive nonetheless. He'll listen, he'll help.

He doesn’t want to reap their soul like he’s done with so many others.

#puss in boots #puss in boots death x reader #puss in boots the last wish #death x reader #muerte x reader #puss in boots death #puss in boots the last wish x reader #death the wolf #pib:tlw #fanfic #puss in boots x reader #puss in boots the last wish muerte #puss in boots the last wish muerte x reader #puss in boots the last wish death x reader

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good-beanswrites · 8 months

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Can I request "this didnt turn out like I intended" with shidou, es, and amane?

Aw yeah!! Thank you so much for the request -- I ended up giving the line to Es but honestly all three of them could have said it, it was perfect 👀 I pictured this before the T2 interrogations, with Es being fairly quiet about their guilt towards everything that happened. Though Shidou appears a bit less, I hope I could convey that he and Es share a lot of thoughts, interestingly.

Es would never get accustomed to the screaming.

They’d heard a few anguished cries from the prisoner’s videos. They’d gotten a few agitated shouts when the first trial verdicts were announced. But nothing could have prepared them for the way the prison halls echoed now. Whether the prisoners poured out their sorrows, anguish, or agony at recent injuries, Es didn’t think they needed Milgram’s power to hear the true sounds of their heart.

Es wished they’d just stop already. They knew it was selfish to hope for. They knew it stemmed from their own guilt. That didn’t make them wish for it any less.

The current bout of cries was coming from Shidou’s cell. Es had paused just before passing, trying to bury a wince as they listened to Fuuta struggle with treatment.

Amane approached from the other side. She glared at the cell, though Es knew it wasn’t the screaming that was bothering her.

She opened her mouth to speak, but they said in a hushed voice, “hey, I don’t need you giving Shidou any trouble. I know you disapprove, but I stand by this. I’m the one who told Shidou to check on Fuuta and Mahiru. I’m going to make sure they’re cared for.”

Amane studied them with her bright, unsettling gaze. “Why?” Her voice came out as strangely even as always. She was one of the few Es hadn’t heard any kind of shout from. “If something is destined to happen, who are you to change its course? Do you really believe you are the same as God, having that much control over the lives of others?”

“Not at all.” Es didn’t fight her. They weren’t here to change her heart, only read it. Still, they wondered if they could convince her to soften a bit without denouncing her beliefs. “The thing is, I’m not affecting their fate.”

“Then what do you call this?”

“Putting things back the way they should be.”

Es had tried to stand by their actions. They’d put on a tough face in front of the injured prisoners. They could not show weakness. As their warden, they couldn’t show any uncertainty, whatsoever. After all, the only thing worse than nearly getting killed was finding out you nearly got killed because of a child’s mistake. So they would keep this act up. They would assure everyone that this was still going according to plan.

The way Amane looked at them, she already knew it wasn’t.

So, they figured it wouldn’t hurt to speak a little more openly now. Maybe it would even help explain Amane’s verdict. That certainly hadn’t gone as planned, either. “I wrongfully changed their lives when I let them get hurt. I saw that Kotoko had the capability for something like this, and I ignored it in the name of forgiveness. Now I need to fix the harm I’ve caused.”

“You haven’t caused any harm.”

Fuuta howled from inside.

Amane turned her gaze away. “That was still an outside force. You had no control over Kotoko’s actions. You and Shidou have control now.”

“I did have control over Kotoko, though. I knew my choices would have consequences. This is my fault.”

It felt good to say it out loud. Maybe not 'good.' It was a relief.

“And if I may venture to speak for Shidou…” That man was a mystery, but Es had put a few pieces together, at least. “It seems… he also took some lives off of their intended course. This is his way of fixing that. Right now, this is all we can do to make up for our decisions of the past. Isn’t that acceptable?”

She went to answer, but some shuffling from the cell cut her off. Shidou emerged, his expression changing ever so slightly upon finding the two just outside. Fuuta scowled on his way out, but said nothing.

As the pair stood face to face, Amane’s eyes lit with fiery fury. Shidou met her with a harsh coldness.

“I wasn’t expecting you two,” he said simply. He was one of the others Es had yet to hear with a raised voice. Their two quietest prisoners, locked in such an intense struggle. That had certainly been an unexpected turn. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes,” Es lied. “We just stopped to talk for a moment.”

“Oh? What about?” Shidou folded his hands together. His gloves were covered in blood, they noticed.

“Just that… this…” they waved a gloved hand in a general gesture, “didn’t work out as I intended.”

Shidou offered them a smile. It was one without any warmth, but that didn’t make it any less genuine.

“Mmm. It never does.”

#milgram #es #amane momose #shidou kirisaki #im very curious about the specifics of amanes beliefs and i genuinely wonder if she would see this framing of the events #i know es is pretty honest with fuuta in his vd about how this isnt what they wanted -so i set this before all that #as much as they bicker with amane about ages i think theyd subconsciously be drawn to the only other person near their age #and be ready to trust her with their secret doubts #especially after Magic -- es would think amane will understand what it means to make a mistake and want to fix it #they seemed to take her beliefs seriously in the vd (pushing back against them but still not trying to up and convert her in a day)#shidou is caught in a weird place because he both wants to atone for the lives he took by saving new ones #and also if asked he'd argue that you dont need to be atoning in order to intervene and offer help #thank you so much for the request!#id originally written a drabble about es stopping an argument between shidou and amane but they really are the quietest/most collected ones #plus physical fights are currently prohibited so i couldnt include action if i wanted #so it was just a super boring conversation asdfasd #doing it like this let me get a bit deeper into Es' guilt/perspective so i was really glad with the switch 👍 i hope you enjoyed!#drabbles

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callsign-bunnie · 9 months

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You know what we talked about and discussed. Give me it, or I’ll break your ankles

-🩵(Blue)

You know, Blue, if I had known you would threaten my ankles, I don't think I would have agreed to write this /J

Anyway, thanks for helping me brainstorm ideas while I took a break last week (and thanks for the Bribe of ten dollars to write something on my Red List. I dunno, might have to take this off of it. I enjoyed writing it a lot.)

Phillip Graves, a young bright eyed alpha marine, who was taking a vacation in Mexico. He was between deployments, and a few of his buddies had mentioned heading to Mexico for the summer while they were off, and he’d tagged along.

He wasn’t super close friends with any of them, admittedly, he didn’t even really like many of them. Maybe, in some arrogant way, he believed they were beneath him. He knew his worth, he knew exactly where he wanted to end up, and most of them were content to just follow orders.

He would follow whatever orders he was given, for now, but he knew, in his head, that he was destined to be better than them.

Regardless, he got along with them. They weren’t too horrible to be around and he knew having friends was important. (It wasn’t that he couldn’t make friends, either. He actually had quite a few, but none that were also in the military.) So, he would hang out with them. And, he actually liked Mexico.

He’d been born and raised right in Dallas, Texas, so his family had taken several vacations down to Mexico growing up. He was pretty sure his father still owned a timeshare at a resort that was down there, too, though he refused to take advantage of it. That was another way he differed from his military buddies.

Pride.

He’d never admit to having too much of it, but his buddies seemed willing to ignore their own for any sort of personal gain. He wasn’t. He knew what kind of alpha he was, and he wouldn’t put that aside for anything.

“Phil.”

He hated when they called him that, but he put it aside and turned to look at one of his buddies, raising an eyebrow. He was a sort of pudgy alpha, despite being in the military, and he didn’t really like him that much. He disliked him more than any of the others, at least. He didn’t quite seem to grasp his own insignificance. He was… self important, and not in the way Graves was.

His name was Braeden, too. Graves… didn’t think commentary on that was all too necessary. When he didn’t continue to speak, he sighed softly and gave a sort of strained smile. “What’s up?”

“We were heading to a bar. Want to join? Since it’s the last day we’re here.” Braeden gestured to the four others. They were already at a bar, the hotel bar where they were staying, but… well, he didn’t mind moving to a different bar.

“Sure.” He nodded, getting out some cash to pay for the singular drink he’d already ordered, and closing out his tab. He thanked the bartender, not bothering with Spanish. He’d tried to learn, took a few classes in High School, but he just couldn’t grasp it. French had been no problem, Spanish on the other hand?

It should have been easy, he knew, but… he just never had.

Once everyone else had closed their tabs, Graves went back and tipped the bartender where they didn’t. It paid to be the “good” one and… well, he knew his mother might smack him if she saw him watch his friends not tip and didn’t do anything about it. Honestly, she might have still smacked him for the fact that he didn’t verbally correct them. But… he wasn’t in the mood.

As he stepped outside, he shielded his eyes, looking around for his buddies, and heading to the car they’d rented when he saw it. He did walk slowly, enjoying the feeling of sun on his skin. He loved that about the military, he loved being outside, he loved being ankle deep in dirt or mud.

He loved getting his hands dirty.

When it was clear his friends were getting impatient, he half jogged to the car, getting in the back, and sitting next to Shawn. He didn’t mind Shawn, in fact they’d often shared an eyeroll at Braeden and Grant, the other,’s expense. Shawn was a lot more down to earth, he seemed to get it a lot more than they did.

He had a lot of similar values that Graves did, about how things were. What was expected of them, what they wanted. Granted, Shawn didn’t seem to have the same drive that Graves did, but he wasn’t without it. He wanted to move up, he wanted to be something, and he was willing to put in the work. Graves admired that.

They shared a look as Braeden immediately started to sing along to whatever was on the radio. Braedon couldn’t speak Spanish, either, though, so it ended up mostly sounding like he was yelling babble.

Graves was very grateful that the car ride hardly lasted longer than ten minutes.

When they made it to the bar, he followed them in. Of course, they sat at the bar, and the first thing Graves noticed was that the bartender was an omega. He smelled like cinnamon and brown sugar, but like it’d been melted to make the syrup his mother would use for cakes and pastries.

He was slim, short, and… gorgeous. Big eyes lined with black, short curly hair that bunched around his head and shook as he moved, and a white button down top that was slightly unbuttoned to reveal smooth skin that Graves definitely pulled up a few images of running his mouth over.

Fuck.

Well, he considered his options. Grant was mated, Shawn didn’t seem to take a huge interest in omegas, and… Braeden was… Braeden. Fuck, Braeden might try.

He glanced over at Braeden, seeing he was nudging Grant and making a suggestive face while gesturing to the bartender, who had just promised to be with them in a moment. Braeden might embarrass him and then, even if he doubted Braeden had a chance, Graves would definitely not have a chance.

It was moments like these that he regretted his resolve to try to make friends.

Finally, the bartender came over, smiling at them. It was a pretty smile, he was clearly young. Graves couldn’t be that much older, since he was only 26, but he’d put this bartender in the 20-21 range. “Hola, I’m Lucas! What can I get for you?”

Braeden opened his mouth, “Hola, chico-”

Graves resisted slamming his head directly into the bar top, just settling on giving the bartender a strained, sympathetic smile. He saw Lucas’s eyes almost go empty, his smile went just the slightest bit plastic, and Graves definitely agreed with the sentiment.

Braeden, thankfully, just continued. “I’d love a margarita and your number.” Nevermind, not thankfully.

Lucas laughed, softly. “Sorry, I don’t have international calling.” He mimed making a phone call. “Limited phone plan.”

Graves, despite not being religious, prayed that Braedon would just take the loss and move on, but he didn’t. “That’s disappointing. How about what time you get off?”

“Maybe just the margarita.” Shawn spoke up, eyes rolling, and Graves decided he’d have to get him a gift or something as thanks. “Come on, man, just leave the poor omega alone.”

Braeden huffed and muttered something under his breath, but he was on the other side of Grant so Graves couldn’t hear. Shawn then continued, “sorry about him. He wasn’t outside trained. I’ll take whatever beer you have that comes in bottles.”

Lucas smiled, looking grateful, and he crouched for a moment, producing a bottle of Michelob a moment later. Grant ended up just ordering a paloma, speaking low to Braeden. It appeared he was soothing Braeden’s ego, which Graves tried not to roll his eyes at. His ego didn’t need to be soothed.

It was his turn to order, so he smiled at Lucas. “I’m in the mood to try something new. What do you suggest?”

Lucas appeared to give him a once over. “Do you think fruity drinks?”

“I’ll drink whatever you give me,” Graves half grinned, leaning forward a bit. “If you make me something fruity, I’ll enjoy it.”

“Oh? Whatever I give you?” Lucas leaned forward as well, getting this little cocky grin on his face. Fuck, Graves wanted to ruin him. “Hmm… Ever had a Paloma? It’s like a margarita but with grapefruit instead of lime.”

“I love grapefruit.” Graves answered, and then finally leaned back again. “I’ll take it.”

“Perfecto.” Lucas fully grinned and nodded. “Alright, so one margarita, two palomas.” He started to get out the things to make them and Graves avoided Braeden’s eye, practically able to feel his glare.

He could also scent him, even with the small distance, which had him almost rolling his eyes. He shared a look with Shawn before returning to watching Lucas make the drinks. He had started to converse with another bartender in Spanish, which appeared to also be an omega. The other glanced at the four, his eyes catching on Braeden, before he was laughing softly.

Lucas kept a pleasant smile on his face, though Graves could very easily pick up that they may have been wounding Braeden’s ego more. He allowed himself one glance at Braeden, seeing he was glaring at a napkin.

Grant leaned over to Graves, “come on, man. You didn’t have to… undermine him like that. He was clearly going for it.”

“It was painful for all of us.” Shawn shot back. “If he wants to ‘go for it’ he needs to get better at it. It’s not Phil’s fault that Braeden has no fucking game.”

“Fuck you!” Braeden hissed. “I have game, you have no idea if I was failing or not. If you hadn't interrupted, I might have succeeded.”

“No you wouldn’t have,” the other bartender slid in. “Hi, I’m Rudy. Lucas got called to the back, so I’m going to take over. My English is better, but I don’t think I know what game means.”

Braeden went bright red, but Graves explained. “It’s like play, like… fuck. Charisma?”

“No… carisma.” Rudy laughed, softly. “I do not understand how that correlates to games.”

“To be a player, you have to know how to play the game.” Grant half grinned before suddenly wincing. “I have a wife, I don’t know why I said that.”

Well, at least he remembered. Graves winced, “it’s a loose term, now.”

“Ah.” Rudy nodded and then smiled, before he appeared to finish the cocktails. “One margarita, two palomas,” he said as he poured them, garnished them, and then passed them out. “Lucas will be back if you need anything else.”

All four just nodded and Rudy headed off, sliding right up to another alpha at the bar. It was clear they were close as Rudy immediately was leaning on his elbows, grinning at the alpha, who was grinning back.

Graves didn’t care, sipping his drink, and remarking on how much he hated grapefruit. He was sure it was good to someone else, but he just couldn’t. Regardless, he choked it down, ignoring when Braeden got up and suddenly left the bar. “I’ll pay his tab.” He told Grant, who threw him a glare before also getting up and leaving. “Fine, I’ll pay yours too. Fuck.”

Shawn laughed, softly, and got out some cash. “Here. I’ll… go babysit. Maybe don’t come back to the hotel until late.”

“Don’t worry, I have no plans to.” Graves snorted before nodding. “Have fun.”

“Oh, totally.” Shawn fake saluted before leaving, having to half jog to catch up to the other two. He saw him throw his hands out once he was outside, and he could faintly hear that he was yelling to them, but he couldn’t make out what they were saying.

Oh well, it wasn’t his fault that Braeden completely failed his shot. He turned back to the bar, startling as he met eyes with Lucas. “Fuck!” He exclaimed before immediately holding his chest and panting.

Lucas appeared to flush before laughing softly, “Mil disculpas, Señor.”

Graves went to jokingly respond back in Spanish, but then he remembered Braeden making that mistake, so he just… refrained. He really didn’t want to turn Lucas off by being too cocky. “No problem. I’m not easy to startle, you should be proud.”

“Hmm… Okay. I will be.” Lucas nodded and then smiled. “How did you enjoy your drink?”

“It was fantastic.” Graves grinned, “but I think I’ll just settle on a bottled beer as well.” He didn’t want to have to force himself through more grapefruit.

Lucas nodded, again, and then crouched once more before producing a beer bottle. He winked at Graves before using the counter to very smoothly pop the cap off of the bottle before handing it to him. Graves remembered Shawn having to pop his own cap off and he tried very hard not to get smug.

“Where did your friends go?” Lucas asked, once Graves had gotten a sip in.

Graves shrugged. “Back to the hotel.” He may not have liked Braeden, but he wouldn’t immediately expose him by telling Lucas his ego had been too bruised.

“Ah. No hay problema, te prefiero.” Lucas gestured to Graves, but all Graves could really pick up was problema, which he knew meant problem. No hay problema meant No Problem. The rest probably wasn’t that important.

So, he just shrugged and went back to sipping his beer, focusing his eyes on the tv screen which was playing soccer. Made sense, it was the season. Then, he was glancing back at Lucas, again, who’d started to wipe down the bar. “Do you like working here?” He asked.

Lucas shrugged. “I do. Could be better, but the tips are good.”

“You speak English fairly well… Get a lot of… uh… gringos?” He’d heard that word so many times, why did he forget it? God, maybe he wasn’t that much better than Braeden.

Lucas laughed, softly, and Graves’ face warmed. “We do. Las Almas… The city of souls gets a lot of visitors.”

“That’s what it means, then? The city of souls?” Graves raised an eyebrow. He liked that, he liked it a lot.

Lucas smiled and nodded. “Yes. More specifically The Souls. I think, at one point, it was said that we collect them. Like La Parca.”

“La Parca?” Graves frowned, not recognizing that one. “Uh… my Spanish is terrible, I’m sorry.”

“At least you admit it. Hang on, my English is not the best. Rudy!” He called before whistling, causing the other omega to look up from where he was still talking to that alpha. “Qué es la parca en English??”

“Grim reaper.” The alpha was the one to answer. “I think so, anyway.”

Graves ahhed, smiling as Lucas turned back to him. “Las Almas collects souls?”

“Used to. Cartel violence drives them away, now. Mi familia and Rudy’s family are some of the few left that have been here for generations.” Lucas explained, wincing.

Oh. “Ah.” He murmured and looked back down at his beer, frowning when Lucas got called away. Staving off disappointment, he turned his eyes back to the screen, hoping Lucas might decide to come back when he was done.

Lucas cursed under his breath as he realized Rodolfo had just ditched him. “I swear to God, Rudy, I’m going to fucking kick your ass if you don’t stop fucking my uncle and come back and fucking pick me up.” He hissed into the voicemail he was leaving.

He knew it was no use. Rodolfo and Alejandro were so fucking gross sometimes. He… wished he could blame them, though. Neither’s family approved of the other, so they rarely got time together, and he knew they were just trying to get whatever they could. Especially as both were Special Forces, now, so they apparently didn’t get much time while deployed, either. He wondered why Rudy bothered with a job while on leave.

Eventually, Rudy would probably be back so they could go home. In the meantime, he decided to just hang around the building and run back inside at the slightest threat.

Sighing, he pushed his hair behind his ears, annoyed as it just fell back in front of his face. He couldn’t wait to go home and shower, exhausted. The only thoughts in his head were that of a hot shower and then falling asleep and not waking up until an hour before his shift the next day.

His eyes immediately drew to movement in the near distance, his heart picking up ever so slightly, before he recognized the alpha from earlier was right outside the front entrance, only just visible due to where Lucas was standing. He appeared to be lighting a cigarette and looking at his phone.

Lucas would admit, he’d found him intriguing. He hadn’t tried any shit Spanish on Lucas, and he’d been really nice conversation. Didn’t talk over him or even really try anything. He wished he’d been able to stick around and keep talking to him, but of course the back had him busy. He was front, he should have been staying in the front.

In a split second decision, he quickly walked to the alpha. “Hey!” He called, before making it to him. “You never told me your name?”

The alpha looked at him, clearly startled, before he was grinning. Lucas liked the way he smiled, it didn’t look rehearsed or like he was trying to be attractive. It was a real grin. “Phillip Graves. You can just call me Phil.”

Lucas flushed and then smiled, “Phil Graves? A bit on the nose…”

“I chose it.” He shrugged. “My real name is Phillip Shepherd. But… that’s not as cool. I changed it when I left home a bit ago.” Then, he winced, and looked down at the ground.

“Oh.” Lucas frowned. “I… I still live with my family. I know that Americans don’t feel the same towards family as we do.”

“No, we don’t. I… didn’t want to be associated with my father anymore.” Phil sighed. “I… don’t honestly know why I’m telling you this. I haven’t told anyone else.”

“That's okay. Me gusta ser especial.” Lucas smiled, trying not to giggle. He really did like being special, especially to alphas. He didn’t get much attention from them, so when he did, it was nice. Well… never from the ones he wanted. “I didn’t hurt your friend’s feelings, did I?” He asked, though he didn’t actually feel bad. He was trying to keep up conversation.

Phil snorted, “Braeden will be fine. Don’t worry.”

“Good.” Lucas feigned relief and then hummed. “So… where are you headed, now?”

“Probably back to our hotel. But… those plans could change at any moment.” He chuckled and looked at Lucas.

Lucas immediately latched onto the opening, feigning disappointment. “My friend, Rudy… he ditched me for his boyfriend. So, unfortunately, I have no way home as he’s my ride.” Technically, Alejandro could be his ride but Rodolfo had banned him from driving. Lucas couldn’t drive.

Phil raised an eyebrow before chuckling. “I’d offer, but my friends took our car.”

“Damn.” Lucas pouted, though he was secretly pleased. After a moment’s hesitation, he carefully took Phil’s cigarette, taking a drag from it. He actually liked the taste, surprised to be met with a pleasant cherry flavor. “Cherry. One of my favorite flavors.”

Phil didn’t even seem that shocked by Lucas’s action, though his eyes did darken. “You know, I worry about leaving an omega by his lonesome. Wouldn’t want anyone to… take advantage of you.”

Lucas very much hoped Phil would. “I think Rudy left his car here. If you want to… keep me company until he returns.”

Phil grinned before gesturing, “lead the way.”

Lucas happily pulled from the cigarette again before taking Phil’s hand and pulling him to Rodolfo’s car. Once there, he climbed up onto the hood, keeping the cigarette. “Where are you from?” He asked.

Phil leaned against the hood, sticking his hands in his pockets. “Texas. Dallas, specifically. Though… right now, I’m a marine.”

Lucas blinked, quite surprised. “I… didn’t notice. Usually you guys show up in uniform. You also… have this way of standing.”

“I’m not that self important.” Phil laughed. “I know I’m plenty special without the uniform. I don’t think I need to rely on it to get attention.”

He definitely didn’t, he’d caught Lucas’s no problem. “I like how confident you are. But… you don’t seem arrogant.” He admitted, tilting his head. “At least… you’ve very good at hiding it. Some alphas come through and they’re so… so…” Fuck. What was the word? “Engreída. Ah… mierde. Like the… like the word for chicken?” Well, also other things, but Lucas didn’t want to embarrass himself.

“I’m assuming you mean cocky.” Phil chuckled and Lucas turned bright red. “No. I don’t want to be cocky, cocky gets you killed.”

Lucas definitely agreed. In Las Almas, you say the wrong thing to the wrong person, and they kill you with no hesitation, no remorse. Sometimes, in truly horrible ways. “You don’t seem… cocky.”

“I try not to be.” Phil shrugged. “I think… it’s important to know where one stands.”

“Your friend seemed to struggle with that.” Lucas said before he could stop himself, blushing. “That was mean, I’m sorry.”

“But accurate.” Phil laughed, throwing his head back a bit. “No, he’s cocky. Actually, you got the better end of it. He’s said worse.”

“I can’t imagine.” Lucas made a face. He didn’t like alphas like Braeden. Some of them acted so entitled to Lucas’s attention, to his time, just because they were tipping him. He’d rather work without pay than cater to them, but money made the world go round. “I prefer you.”

Phil seemed to pause before he almost appeared to blush. “I’m really glad.”

Lucas leaned forward to him, putting the cigarette to his lips and taking the last drag from it before slowly letting the smoke out, like he’d seen Rodolfo do to Alejandro a few times. “It’s cold.”

Phil tsked, softly, moving closer to Lucas. “We can’t have that, can we?” He shrugged off his jacket before wrapping it around Lucas, and Lucas just melted at the scent that surrounded him. Something floral that he didn’t quite recognize and cigarette smoke.

He tossed the cigarette to the floor before touching Phil’s collar on his shirt, moving his eyes to look up at Phil through his lashes. “I don’t think it’s quite enough…”

Phil chuckled, softly, moving to touch Lucas’s chin. His touch did funny things to Lucas’s stomach, causing it to flip and clench. Moments later, the alpha was leaning down and brushing his lips against Lucas’s, making Lucas’s heart flutter. “Did that help?”

Lucas pretended to think before pouting and shaking his head. “No… I do not think so.”

“Let me try harder, then.”

Lucas just melted as he was properly kissed, turning to grasping Phil’s collar in hopes it might keep him from pulling away. Sadly, he still did, and Lucas had to put a lot of effort into not whining. “Did that help any?”

“No… It’s really cold, I think it’s going to take a lot to fix it.” Lucas fluttered his lashes up at Phil, pressing his legs together slightly. “If you don’t think you’re up to it-”

Phil laughed, loudly, and it was just the right amount of cocky. Perfect. “I’ve got it, sweetheart, don’t worry.”

Lucas grinned, victoriously, closing his eyes as Phil’s mouth found his neck, mouthing along it and biting lightly. It spread warmth and need through his skin, increasing as the alpha’s hand slipped under where his shirt was unbuttoned, feeling over his chest and lightly grasping at the soft bits.

Everywhere he touched, he spread goosebumps across Lucas’s skin, and he reveled in the feeling of it, opening his legs so Phil could move even closer. When Phil’s tongue traced over his collar bone, he couldn’t help whining softly.

He moved a bit and shoved his hands up Phil’s shirt, feeling over his back, lightly running his nails down it and melting at the soft growl that earned him before the scent of alpha was pouring over him, soaking into his skin.

Finally, Phil’s hands moved to unbutton his shirt and then he was gently pushing Lucas to lay back, undoing Lucas’s jeans and tugging them down. Fingers found their way inside him and Lucas moaned, leaning his head back slightly.

“You’re so slick…” Phil murmured and Lucas’s skin went dark red. “Tight too, I only have two fingers in and you’re pressing around me.”

Lucas went to respond, but the function was cut off as Phil pressed his fingers deeper inside him, able to reach his back wall with ease. He was opened up and then pulled down the hood, Phil managing to be especially talented by doing this while undoing his own jeans and pushing them down.

Lucas wiggled to make sure he was in a good position, reaching up and grabbing Phil’s arms before the alpha was pushing in. He wasn’t especially big, but Lucas was glad. Too big usually ended up hurting more than it felt good. He’d always preferred being full but not stretched to the limit of pain.

It was definitely a bit of stretch as Phil was still bigger than average, but he filled Lucas to the brim, leaving Lucas to melt against the hood and close his eyes, panting slightly. “Fuck..” Phil groaned, leaning down and putting his forehead on Lucas’s chest. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”

Lucas couldn’t help the smallest bit of pride that he had at that, wrapping what bit of his legs that he could around Phil’s middle to keep him close. When the stretch was gone, Lucas rolled his hips against Phil’s, earning another soft growl. “Message received.” Phil chuckled before lifting back up, pulling out before very quickly thrusting back in. This left Lucas scrambling to clamp a hand over his mouth, not quite wanting anyone to hear.

Phil’s hand replaced his own, which Lucas was grateful for, and then Phil set an almost punishing pace, slow but sharp and hitting deeper and deeper. It had Lucas’s mind empty save for the sensation of cock and pleasure, and he cried into Phil’s hand with each especially hard thrust.

Phil’s mouth moved to his shoulder, likely to muffle his own curses and moans, and something about that had Lucas’s arousal only increasing tenfold.

When Lucas felt his stomach clench with the need to release, he swatted away Phil’s hand so he could speak. “Knot me, I’m on…” Not wanting to struggle, he just shook his head, “the pill. Pill. I’m on it. No baby.” Fuck, his English wasn’t the best at the best of times, getting fucked definitely did not help.

Phil grunted an acknowledgement before his hand covered Lucas’s mouth again and he was speeding up his pace. Lucas felt every muscle in his body clench before Phil was slamming deep into him, his knot catching. The sensation threw Lucas over the edge and he cried into Phil’s hand as he came, arching his back to the point of cramping.

Then, as he came down, he made a pleased sound at Phil collapsing on top of him, lazily reaching up and petting his hair. “When do you go back to Texas?”

“Tomorrow.” Phil sighed, lifting his head and looking up at Lucas.

Lucas frowned but nodded. “Ah.” He put his head back, almost a little glad. He didn’t want to build anything with the alpha. His family would never approve and… well, he was young. He still wanted to flit around before quite settling. This was just a hookup.

Phil put his head back on his chest, panting softly. “If I’m ever back in Mexico, I’ll hit you up.”

“Hit me up?”

“Find you.”

“Ohhh…” Lucas laughed, softly, and then shrugged. “I don’t think I’ll mind.” He teased, since he definitely wouldn’t.

Eventually, once Phil could, he pulled out and then he was a perfect gentleman, taking a tissue and cleaning Lucas up. He even helped Lucas get redressed before Rudy was finally reappearing, Alejandro in tow. “I should go.” Phil said and Lucas agreed. “I’d leave my number, but you said you don’t have international minutes.”

Lucas winced, since he hadn’t really been lying about that. “Sorry,” he smiled, apologetically.

“That’s okay. Have a good night.” Phil chuckled before he was jokingly bowing and leaving, right as Rudy and Alejandro made it to the car.

“Who was that?” Rudy asked, his expression curious but not judgemental. Alejandro did seem a little protective, but after getting told off by Lucas and Rodolfo, he’d seemed to curb that.

Lucas shrugged. “That gringo from before. With the ignorant friend? I told him I was nervous being out here, alone, so he stayed with me. Was a perfect gentleman, too.”

“Better have been.” Alejandro chuckled before sighing. “Come on, let’s go home. Rudy and I deploy, again, soon. So, I’m trying to get in as many late wakings as I can.”

All three laughed before they were heading home.

A year passed, and Graves would be honest, he’d never quite gotten the omega out of his head. Yes, he’d hooked up with plenty of them, but something about Lucas had stuck with him. Maybe it was his eyes, which Graves had found haunting him at very inopportune times. That was… all of the time.

He’d done his best to ignore it, knowing that door was closed, but… when his next deployment had ended after only 9 months, it had been all too tempting to book a ticket directly to Mexico. Especially considering he was up for re-enlistment.

He had no plans to not re-enlist, but he had maybe slowly gotten around to it. He could break the rules, because his father wanted him in the military, so he’d just call Dear Old Dad and get it fixed. Only thing that bastard was really good for.

But, he had managed to resist Mexico, instead working on the property he’d spent far too much money on. Family money, but… still. 100 acres, though he had plans to expand it, and it was in Louisiana, where his mother was from, so he felt more like he was at home.

Private, save for the contractors working on some of the rougher patches at the moment, and the gardeners he’d hired to take care of it when he did finally re-enlist. Maybe that was part of why he’d been thinking about Lucas.

It was lonely.

He’d told himself that he’d wanted a little land to himself, wanting away from the stuffiness of other people, but… he was sorely wrong. It was rough waking up to a cold bed and nothing but silence surrounding him.

But, there were definitely benefits. He could do whatever he wanted, make whatever choices he chose to make. Ultimately, he didn’t regret the purchase. He told himself that, in time, he wouldn’t regret not going to Mexico, either, but… that was a bit harder to convince himself of.

Not with wide brown eyes haunting him around every corner. Muffled moans of his own name, the ghost sensation of skin, the scent of cinnamon and brown sugar syrup. It had flavored his coffee quite a few times, it was driving him crazy.

He awoke with a start to loud knocking on his front door. He awoke, as usual, to the sight of brown eyes in front of him, and he ran a hand down his face, leaning across the bed and grabbing his watch to check the time. 2:30… fuck.

Groaning, he dragged himself from the bed, muttering “yeah, yeah” under his breath when he heard the knocking again. It was almost drowned out by the sound of heavy rain, and he decided that if whoever this was didn’t have a good excuse, he was decking them.

Whoever they were.

When he finally made it to the door, he peeked through the peephole, frowning when he was met with a bit of a shorter individual, who had their hood up, though they were still completely soaked. They appeared to be holding some sort of bundle in their arms, which had him very wary to open the door.

Open it, he still did, rubbing over his face. “Can I help you?” He asked, sighing to make sure it was clear this was an inconvenience.

“I’m so sorry…” He recognized the voice almost instantly, of course he did. It had haunted his dreams and every waking moment between. “I… I didn’t know where else to go.” Lucas was standing right in front of him, clutching something very tightly to his chest under a clear plastic rain coat, and he sounded like he was almost sobbing.

Graves didn’t hesitate to pull him inside, unable to speak from shock. Lucas, the very omega who he’d spent the last entire year obsessing over, was at his front door, soaked and sobbing. “How did you even find me?”

“It wasn’t easy…” Lucas laughed, softly, though it didn’t have any amusement in it, and he wiped his eyes, shifting the bundle as he did so, and causing a soft cry to come from it.

Dumbly, Graves would admit, he stared at the bundle as he closed the door, his mind perceiving but unwilling to process what it could possibly be. Of course, what else could it be?

Lucas looked down, gently rocking the bundle, and finally a little face appeared in it, eyes closed. “I’m… I’m sorry… I… You don’t have to take responsibility for her, I promise, if you tell me to leave, I will go, I’ll find somewhere else, but-”

“She’s mine?” Graves asked, cutting Lucas off. He was in autopilot, reaching his arms out and taking the baby as Lucas gave her to him. She was so little, almost concerningly little. Her skin was dark, like Lucas’s, but then she was waking from being moved and he was met with bright baby blue eyes…

“She’s yours… You were… the only one I slept with around that time. I… I’m willing to do a test to prove it.” Lucas’s voice was quiet. “I won’t ask for… support or anything, I promise…”

Phil’s heart melted as she looked right up at him, and he took a moment to do the math, figuring she had to only be about four months old. “She’s darling…” He murmured. “Why are you here?” He asked, gently, and turned to Lucas.

“My family… I managed to hide it by moving out, but then they found out after she came and… they were horrible. Cut off every resource I had…” Lucas’s eyes filled with tears, again, and he looked down at the floor. “I had no idea what else to do, I thought if I came here, maybe you could help… or… I don’t know.”

“I’ll help.” Phil said, not even needing to hesitate. “I… You’ll need citizenship to stay. We’ll get married.”

Lucas looked almost shocked, staring at him before he was breaking down into full sobs again, moving forward and hugging Phil, though he was careful not to crush the baby, Phil noticed. He said thanks in quite a few different ways, and Phil just shifted so he could hug him back, kissing his hair softly.

“I’m going to take care of you both. You can stay here while I’m deployed, I’ll make sure you have money.” Phil promised, carefully guiding him to the couch and sitting with him, before continuing to stare at the little child in his arms. “What’s her name?”

“I… named her Sofia.” Lucas murmured, reaching up and brushing aside some of her hair. “She’s four months old…”

“She’ll need diapers and food… Do you breastfeed?” Phil asked, though he did feel a little lost. He’d never really been around babies. He had no siblings, no cousins, no way to be around them.

“I’m completely flat.” Lucas admitted, touching his chest. “Stress stopped that from… forming.”

“Ah.” Phil didn’t ask about the stress, able to take a few guesses. Sofia looked around the room, her eyes just as big and wide as Lucas’s, and already Phil loved her. He adored her, she was his daughter. “I don’t need a DNA test…” He murmured. “She’s mine.”

Lucas nodded, “she has your eyes…”

Phil laughed, softly, before bringing her up and kissing her forehead. “We’ll go furniture shopping tomorrow. I have an empty bedroom I haven’t done anything to, it can easily become a nursery.”

“Thank you…” Lucas sniffled and wiped his eyes, again. “I was so scared, I- I had nowhere, I had no one.”

“That’s alright. You don’t have to thank me, okay?” Phil shook his head and then looked back down at Sofia. “I’m… not just doing this because she’s my daughter. I have done nothing but think about you for the past year. So many times, I was so close to booking a flight directly to Mexico and tracking you down. I want you to stay with me.”

Lucas looked up at him, clearly surprised, and then he was melting. “Even without her, I think I would have been the same… I was never upset that you were the father.”

“I am so goddamn grateful for that.” Phil grinned. “Tomorrow, we’ll buy everything she needs, and I’ll talk to a friend who’s an ordained minister about putting together a small wedding. We’ll get everything sorted out for you to stay here. If… you want, we can even put you together a bedroom, or you can stay in mine. I’d… really like you to stay in mine.”

“I’ll stay in yours…” Lucas leaned into him, his eyelids drooping. “I walked here… Once I made it to the city, I walked until I found you.”

“Sleep.” Phil insisted, standing and pulling Lucas with him. He guided him to the bedroom and got one of his own shirts for him, so he could sleep in dry clothing, politely looking away and cooing to Sofia as he changed. “I’ll stay up with her so she can also sleep.”

Lucas looked too exhausted to protest, thankfully, and Phil moved to sit in an armchair he had in the corner of the room, watching the omega climb into bed, and chuckling when he almost instantly fell asleep.

He couldn’t be too angry at this outcome, not when he shifted to touch Sofia’s nose, and she wrestled one of her arms free before grabbing his finger, giggling softly. “Princess…” He murmured, adoring her more and more. “You should sleep, too.”

Her wide eyes went back to looking around the room, though she still had that big smile on her face. Carefully, he scented her, knowing she’d likely know the scent of her father. It was genetics, though he admittedly didn’t know much about it. However, it seemed to be effective, as she rolled to curl closer to Phil, her eyes closing.

He unwrapped her fully from the bundle before gently wrapping one of the blankets back around her so she could be warm while she slept. She looked so much like Lucas, he was very glad for it.

No, he wasn’t angry about this at all.

“Daddy?” Graves lifted his arm, seeing Sofia was standing in front of the couch, right next to his head. “Mami said you were going again, soon.”

“I am.” Graves confirmed. When he left the military a few years before, he hadn’t told Lucas. He hadn’t told him why, he hadn’t told him that he’d started his own PMC. Lucas was still soft, he was still sweet, and Graves did not want him to know what he did. What he did on his father’s command.

Sofia pouted and Graves chuckled, softly, gently picking her up and laying her on his chest before pulling down the throw blanket and laying it over both of them. She was still so small, though this likely had to do with Lucas already being small, and Graves being small for an alpha. “Why??”

“It’s my job, princess.” Graves explained, taking her stuffed kitten from her and making it dance across the back of the couch, hoping to distract her so she didn’t get too upset. He also hadn’t told Lucas that this time, he’d be going to Las Almas. He’d almost lost his mind when he found out that those lost missiles had ended up there, somehow.

Small world. Too small.

Sofia pouted more. “I don’t like it…”

“I know, Princess. I’m sorry.” Graves murmured, leaning down to kiss her hair. “I wouldn’t go if I didn’t have to. But, it’s why our house is so big and why you can have any toy you want.”

“And why Mami can order dinner when he doesn’t feel like cooking.” Lucas came over to them both and Graves didn’t even hesitate to get out his wallet, getting out his card and holding it up. “Thank you, baby.”

Graves just snorted, unable to break Lucas of thanking him for everything. Sofia still didn’t look pleased, but she was no longer pouting. When Lucas left, she looked down at her hands, fidgeting with her fingers. “Mami cries when you’re gone. He misses you.”

Ouch. That put a spike of guilt right through Graves’ chest. “How about this, Princess. When I get back from this job, I’ll pull some strings to be back for a few months. We’ll take a vacation, to anywhere you want. Anywhere in the world.”

Sofia’s eyes got big and she put her head back fully to look up at Graves. “You mean that, Daddy?” Her eyes had never faded from that bright baby blue, and he’d grown quite the inability to tell them no. Of course… he had an inability to tell Lucas no, as well.

“I do. Where would you want to go?” Graves gently made her put her head back to normal, worried about her neck, and he smoothed his hand over the twin braids that Lucas had put in her hair that morning. “We can go to England, France… Spain…” Not Mexico, not after what he was going to have to do. He hoped Lucas would forgive him if he ever found out. “Canada.”

“It’s cold in Canada.” Sofia giggled. “Ms Michaels says it’s cold even in the summer!”

“I’ve never been, so I wouldn’t know. But… I have heard it’s fairly cold.” Graves chuckled, giving her back her cat, finally. “Is Canada where you want to go?”

“I dunno.” She admitted, frowning.

Graves softened and then leaned down to kiss her hair, again. “Think about it, Princess. Wherever you want. When I come back, we’ll go there.”

“What about Disney World?” She looked up at him again.

Laughing, he nodded, “alright. If you want Disney World, we’ll go to Disney World. I think Mami has been wanting to go there, as well.”

“Ahhhhh!” She yelled, shaking her head and kicking her legs. Graves was careful to catch her legs, not wanting a repeat of her kicking him in places he very much would not like to be kicked in.

When she calmed, she snuggled more into Graves, and he put his arms around her, closing his eyes and listening to Lucas order food in the other room, hearing a common order. Sometimes, he considered closing shop, retiring. He had more than enough money but…

His father would never let that happen. And, he liked his job.

“Daddy?”

Graves opened his eyes and looked down to meet hers, smiling. “Yes, Princess?”

“You’ll come home, right?” His heart broke at the little tears that had gathered in the corners of her eyes, and she looked so genuinely fearful that he almost immediately threw everything to the wind, called his father and told him to go fuck himself, and stayed home.

But he couldn’t do that. “I’ll come home, Sofia.” He murmured, touching her forehead. “I promise.”

“Pinky promise?” She held up her pinky and he couldn’t help laughing softly before linking pinkies with her.

“I pinky promise.”

Phillip Graves stared at the inside of a tank, knowing he didn’t have time for this. He was being hunted, and his pursuers were far too clever. “I’m not going in, Oz.” He said into his comms.

Oz was halfway across the world as of that moment, but he’d still helped them by hacking everything he could on base. “What do you mean, boss?”

“Oz, I get in that tank, I’m not getting back out.” He climbed down from the tank, running a hand over his face. He could hear the explosions and gunshots outside, becoming more and more chaotic, louder and louder, and he was running out of fucking time.

Oz didn’t respond for a moment, before finally, “I can hack the tank, control it remotely. If you put a body in it, I doubt they’d even check to see if it’s you. Then, you can talk as if you’re in the tank, and lead them astray.”

“Thanks to those animals tearing up my men, a body shouldn’t be too hard to come across.” Phil muttered, very easily finding one as he predicted. He knew the first and last name of the alpha, he knew his kids’ names, he knew the name of the omega he’d married. For a moment, he considered getting in the tank, anyway.

But, no, he couldn’t. It was selfish, it was wrong, and he knew he’d justify it later by claiming Shadow Company needed a leader, but no. He was being selfish, he was being wrong, and he didn’t fucking care. He’d never ever claimed to be a good man, and he wouldn’t claim that now.

He stuffed the body in the tank and then sealed it. “Buy me time with it, Oz. Feed my comms to it, and I’ll talk while I leave. Can you get me a helo or a vehicle or something?”

“I’ll call Mila.”

“Do that.” Graves relaxed and then he backed away from the tank, cursing as he heard an explosion come from the doors. He needed to go, now. “I’m going home, Oz.”

“Not that I blame you, can I ask why, sir?”

“I pinky promised.”

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