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pretty little liar

Pairing: Ten x Female!Reader

Summary: In order to get your annoying ex off your back, you tell a little white lie that takes an unexpected turn.

Genre: College!AU

Warnings: Smutty smut, dirty dancing

Word Count: 4,867

A/N: Unable to withstand Ten’s power any longer, I had to start writing about him…or a version of him anyway. Hope someone out there enjoys my first dip into the ~imagines~ pond. ☺️

The party was in full swing by the time you and your best friend Amy arrived, the music so loud it could be heard down the street. It was a wonder the cops hadn’t broken it up yet but hey, the night was still young. Ducking through the arched doorway with Amy hot on your heels, you let her guide you into the foyer where you both stopped to take in the scene. The place was packed with people dancing, drinking and laughing—everyone apparently having a great time. Which was perfect for you because all you wanted to do was blow off a little steam and pretend you hadn’t spent the day fantasizing about committing the perfect murder.

You enjoyed school for the most part and you enjoyed your classes, but really you couldn’t wait for it all to just be over. Two extra years and your master’s degree in linguistics was almost within your grasp. You still weren’t one hundred percent what you planned to do with it (teaching was definitely out) but either way you were ready to dive into the real world. To no longer be stressed out about exams and papers and boring ass professors that constantly seemed to have a stain on their tie.

And to get far, far away from your stupid ex, Adam.

“Uh oh you have murder face,” Amy said as she peeped around to look at you. “What’s wrong?”

You shrugged. “Just in my head I guess.”

Amy hummed. “I get it. That’s why we are here though! To get fucked up and do something we regret in the morning.”

You laughed. “Guess we’re Uber-ing home.”

She grinned and grabbed your wrist, pulling you over to a table loaded with different types of alcohol. The guy ‘tending bar’ as it were winked as you two approached. “What can I get you for?”

“Something with alcohol but where we can’t taste the alcohol!” Amy exclaimed happily. “Oh! And if you’ve got any little umbrellas I’d like one of those too.”

He did finger guns and proceeded to cook something up in two red cups, sticking in two pink umbrellas when he was done. You and Amy took your drinks and after a cursory sniff, took a sip. The tequila wasn’t as strong as with a single shot but you could still detect it just not enough to make you stop drinking. Unlike Amy you didn’t plan to get completely fucked up but you weren’t going to say no to a nice buzz.

Cups in hand you migrated onto the dance floor and fell in with everyone else, bopping to the beat and scream chatting over the loud music.

“I really needed this!” Amy yelled. “Statistics is kicking my cute little ass!”

“I know what you mean!” You shouted. “But hey! Soon we’ll be done and actual jobs will be kicking our cute little asses!”

Laughing, Amy bounced up and down, sending her blonde hair flying. “Is that why you’ve been so grumpy lately? Or is it…he who shall not be named?”

With a sigh you took a big sip of your strawberry margarita. “Yeah. He keeps fucking calling me and leaving me these stupid ass messages, apologizing and shit. I’ve blocked him but he just uses someone else’s phone.”

Amy’s eyes stretched wide. “That’s like stalker behavior! Or maybe he really is sorry for what he did.”

You snorted. “Sorry for having sex with his ex in the backseat of my car? As far as I am concerned he can take his ‘sorrys’ and shove them so far up his ass they come out his mouth as safaris!”

Amy choked a little on her drink, hitting you hard on the arm in admonishment after she stopped coughing. “I hate you! I could have died!”

Her words made you smirk. “But did you? No but for real, fuck Adam. Fuck Adam and anyone who even looks like Adam!”

“Woo!” Amy threw both hands up into the air, yelping as liquid sloshed down onto her head. “Oh shit! Drink emergency I’ll be right back!”

Before you could say anything, she turned and hurried back towards the drink table. Alone in the middle of a dancing crowd, you didn’t know whether you should slink over to a corner or just keep dancing. That last thing you wanted was some random dude trying to groove with you. Of course if you decided to hold up the wall nothing would stop some random dude from trying to hit on you either. At a bit of a loss you drained the rest of your drink and did a I don’t really know anyone two step, hoping Amy would return soon.

The tequila settled nice and warm in your stomach, making you feel more at ease. Most of the people at the party were from your school but not ones you associated with on like, a daily basis. Sure you recognized a few faces from the library or cafeteria but there was no one you’d had more than a surface conversation with.

And then your eyes landed on him. Ten.

Ten was a…different sort of person altogether. He was the kinda guy CW shows thought actually existed in college, except he was very real. And very much fucking gorgeous in that unattainable way CW shows also loved. However, that sort of did him a disservice because as far as you knew, he was just a decent guy who happened to be able to do some pretty awesome things.

For example, he was an amazing dancer. The kinda dancer that just freaking mesmerized you when he moved. Had you wondering how in the hell had he taught his body to do that shit? One minute he was in total sync with everyone else and the next he was performing his solo and blowing your mind. He’d done some show a few months ago with a friend and you’d nearly flipped out of your chair watching him work. The body rolls, the attitude, the way he’d just commanded the stage…whew. Was it possible to be a fan of someone who wasn’t famous?

Then there was his art; things he designed himself or drew from memory. Art class was essentially where you’d sorta came to be acquaintances with him. You weren’t exactly good at drawing but you liked it enough that you wanted to improve, plus it helped you de-stress after particularly hard days. Ten on the other hand excelled and just like with dancing, it was interesting to watch his process. He’d described himself as a sensory artist so he wasn’t always as concerned with the end product as the professor sometimes wanted him to be. From your eye though he’d yet to create anything that wasn’t remarkable. In fact, more than once you’d wanted to ask him to design a tattoo for you, but felt it would be kinda weird. He had no idea what you were into after all. So far your conversations with him had consisted of colors and that one time he’d asked to borrow one of your brushes.

You were pretty sure he’d sold something to an art gallery.

Anyway so Ten could dance and he could draw and he could sing and he was fluent in several languages; as far as you knew the only thing he was kind of shit at was cooking. But who hadn’t set a class kitchen on fire once or twice? Or three times…

If he were an asshole—well people would probably still crush on him—you’d count that as a major flaw and want to keep your distance. But the kicker was that he could do cool things and he was nice. Dorky even especially when it came to cute animals. Was always posting pictures of himself at the animal shelter playing with the kittens and the puppies, or just acting like an idiot with friends. Yet it was that confidence that made him seem untouchable, and also made him sexy as fuck. More than once you’d fantasized about biting his Adam’s apple.

Heh.

Shaking your head, you fanned lightly at your face with both hands. Maybe stepping outside for some fresh air would be a good idea.

“Y/N!” Amy nearly tripped over her pretty sandals in her hurry to get back to you. “Weewoo weewoo weewoo!”

“Um…”

She grabbed your shoulder. “It’s a police siren! We have a code red situation here, I repeat a code red! Adam just walked in!”

“What?” You blinked and immediately looked towards the doorway, brows narrowing when you saw she was right.

Standing there in a white t-shirt in his formerly handsome glory was your ex-boyfriend, Adam. Once upon a time you’d thought the world of him; thought he was the kinda guy you could probably marry someday. The kinda guy you’d introduced your family to. Turns out he was the kind of guy that hooked up with his ex in your car repeatedly until finally being caught in the act. Sure it had been gratifying to make him and her walk home half naked but it had done nothing to quell the pain left behind. Thankfully though your pain quickly turned to anger and now you usually focused on not murdering him when he popped up. There was a lot you could forgive but cheating was firmly in the do not cross zone. Everything you’d felt for him evaporated the moment you saw him with her.

And he’d promised he was over her. Lying piece of shit, you thought to yourself.

“What the hell is he doing here?! Does he even know anyone here?” you asked with a frown.

“I dunno!” your friend said slowly. “It’s possible, big campus and all. Do you want me to help you climb out of the bathroom window?”

“Yeah my boobs aren’t fitting through one of those skinny ass windows,” you replied wryly. “Though to be honest I’m almost willing to risk it. C’mon let’s—”

It was too late. Adam spotted you like an arrow searching for its target, eyes registering shock and then elation. He reached you in three quick strides, opening his arms for a hug that he was damned crazy to expect. “Y/N. Wow you—you look amazing. I’m so glad we ran into each other.”

You huffed. “I’m not. I told you we’re over Adam. Or does me blocking your calls not get the message across?”

He exhaled deeply. “Look I know I messed up but I’m sorry. Classes were just really tough and—and Lucy and I would reminisce about old times…”

“Do I look like I give a shit? You cheated on me and we’re over.” The lie came so easily. “Besides, I’ve moved on.”

“Yeah!” Amy poked him in the chest. “She’s moved on so suck it!”

Adam arched a brow. “You’ve moved on?” He sounded skeptical and that made your blood boil. “Since when? And with who?”

You’d once heard that Hippocrates came up with the saying drastic times call for drastic measures though it wasn’t something you’d be willing to bet money on. However, standing there with your ex eying you like he just knew you were lying brought a whole new meaning to the idiom. You would one hundred percent be damned before giving him the satisfaction of gloating.

Tequila’s kicking in…

Without missing a beat, you put a hand on your hip and motioned to Ten. “Him. I’m seeing him.”

Amy made a sound like a cat having its tail stepped on while Adam gaped at you. “What? I—no. No way. You’re totally lying. I’ve seen the people he’s dated and you’re not his type at all.”

This bitch.

Twirling on your black heels, you strolled across the room to where Ten sat in an arm chair, chatting with a few of his friends. Before you could talk yourself out of it, you straddled his lap and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I know this is awkward as fuck—I’m so sorry—but if you just play along I will owe you big time. I’ll give you anything. You need a kidney? You can have a kidney.”

Ten’s friends had gone mute and as you sat back to gauge his reaction—or to possibly be thrown off of him—you bit your full bottom lip. His dark eyes were watching you calculatingly, his own lips pursed together like you were a riddle he needed to solve. Up close he was utterly breathtaking, all smooth skin and silky black hair that fell artfully across his forehead. He smelled incredible.

And then he spoke.

“There you are baby,” he said wrapping an arm around your waist. “I’ve been looking for you.”

That was when you figured you owed him your first born but it was fine. “Well, you found me. Sorry to keep you waiting.”

He chuckled. “You’re worth waiting for.”

His friends still looked confused though they didn’t have time to voice their opinions. Adam stalked over seconds later like a man on a mission. “So it’s true? You and Y/N are together?”

Ten tilted his head to the side and you saw the moment the lightbulb went off for him. “Yeah we’re together.”

Adam huffed. “Since when? For how long? Where did you two meet?”

Ten smirked. “Are you taking a survey or something?” He brushed his lips across your jaw, making you shiver. “The only thing that matters is that she’s mine. Let’s dance, Y/N.”

“I would love to,” you replied with a smile. You were also grateful he’d remembered your name.

You climbed off of his lap and took his hand, sending Adam a you thought look before pulling Ten out into the thick of the crowd. Your heart was beating a mile a minute but you felt too giddy to pay much attention to it. Plus, you knew Adam was watching you like a hawk and you didn’t want to let on how nervous you actually were. If he found out you were lying he’d never leave you alone and consider you pathetic to boot. Besides the nice buzz that was finally creeping down your spine told you everything would be fine. How could it not be?

Ten’s hands settled low on your hips and he gave you a little tug, pulling your back to his chest. You fit rather perfectly with him, his chin brushing the top of your head. Picking a rhythm in the song that thumped with bass, you began to move together. You rolled your ass against him and leaned your head back to rest on his shoulder, focusing on his breath as it ghosted across your neck. A silver of light wouldn’t have been able to get between you.

Normally you wouldn’t have dared to do something like this with a near stranger but your desire to make your ex suffer was bigger than your nerves. Besides Ten appeared to be all in on the ruse; his body twisting and curving in sync with yours, fingers on his right hand sliding up between your breasts to wrap lightly on your throat. His teeth nipped at your earlobe and you gasped. Reached around to his side to clasp his shirt for an anchor. You heard him chuckle and suddenly you were spun away from him only to be reeled back in, this time face to face.

The room felt like it was two hundred degrees. You weren’t exactly wearing much—a slinky black dress with tiny ties at the hem—but even that seemed too much. Without missing a beat though you and Ten continued to grind with one another, his thigh just barely pushed between your own. Every time you swayed forward to meet him the denim of his jeans rubbed deliciously against you, sending sparks sprinting through your veins. Both of his hands were on your ass as if helping to guide you, and as you met his gaze you couldn’t help but bite your lip at what you saw there. Desire, lust, hunger—no one had ever looked at you like that before. Like they could just devour you and still not have enough of you.

It made you feel powerful.

You grinned and wrapped an arm around his neck, fingers giving his hair a little tug. He hissed and lowered his head so that he could mouth at your bare shoulder, hands squeezing your ass so hard it nearly hurt. You weren’t sure when you started to get wet—maybe it was the moment you sat on his lap or he decided to play along with your dumb stunt—but you could tell it now. Your panties were sticking to you, your skin was on fire and it was becoming difficult to think straight. Honestly however you didn’t want to think at all, especially not if it meant not being in Ten’s orbit.

“Ten,” you whispered into the skin under his jaw.

He hummed, the sound vibrating through your body. You plastered your hand to his chest and pulled it down, nails catching on the thin material of his shirt until they were brushing along the zipper on his jeans. You gave him a quick squeeze—he was hard and straining—and he cursed loudly. Between one second and the next he was dragging you down a dimly light hallway, past kissing couples and one guy passed out drunk in the doorway of someone’s room. He swung you both into the first vacant room he came to; a lavish bathroom at the very back of the house. The door was closed with a swift thump and the lock clicked shut.

You licked your lips as he crowded you back into the counter, looking down at you with a tiny smirk. That part of your brain that yammered on about bad decisions was surprisingly quiet, so you figured it was beyond okay to pull him down for a kiss. As with most of the stuff he did, Ten was a damn good kisser. His mouth was soft and warm, his tongue playful and coaxing. He kissed you like he’d been waiting to kiss you for a long time. Until it grew deep and sensual. Until you were both panting with the need for air but neither wanting to let go of the moment.

With a gasp you tilted backwards a bit, your knees suddenly weak. “Fuck me,” you said absently.

“Can I?” Ten asked, chest heaving. “Can I fuck you?”

“God yes,” you replied, already pulling your dress up until it hitched around your waist.

Ten hooked his thumbs onto the band of your pink panties and slid them down your legs, laying them next to the sink. He looked you over with that same eye he used for his art but you could tell he liked what he saw. You grabbed his hand and brought it between your legs, spreading them wider for him. Two of his fingers slipped inside of you without any resistance to find you damp and aching, already so hot for him. He started a lazy rhythm—in and out, in and out—like he was in no hurry at all. Like he wasn’t driving you crazy all the way down to the tips of your toes.

He kept his eyes locked onto yours as he touched you, lips slightly parted like he couldn’t believe this was happening. That rang true for both of you. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you’d ever really be friends with Ten, let alone about to hook up with him. It was like you’d stumbled into some alternate universe.

Bringing his free hand up to your cheek, he smoothed his thumb across your lips, pressing lightly until you let him in. You sucked his thumb into your mouth and gave it a little nip, smiling when he smirked. When he deemed it wet enough, he pressed it to your clit and you moaned, your hips stuttering upward with a will of their own. He began a firm massage, working your clit this way and that, fingers still thrusting in their maddening motion. Of course he’d be great with his hands. Of course he’d be able to play your body like a finely tuned instrument.

Pressure started to build low in your stomach. “I—I’m…”

“Turn around.” Ten took a step back and made a show of sucking his fingers into his mouth, tongue darting out to lick between them like he wanted to savor every drop.

You whimpered but did as he requested, your eyes finding his in the wide silver mirror. You watched as he unzipped his pants and pushed them along with his dark colored briefs down to the floor. You hadn’t seen him pull out a condom but he had one; ripping open the packaging with his perfectly straight teeth before rolling it onto his hard cock. It was a delicious looking thing you had to admit, long and thick with a slight curve. If you’d had the time you would have gladly went to your knees for him.

A low breath shuddered out of Ten’s lungs as he pushed inside of you, his hands gripping your waist so strongly you were bound to have a few bruises later. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

It had been a while since Adam and nobody after him until now.

When he assumed you’d adjusted to the size of him, he pulled nearly out before driving back inside of you. You moaned and pushed back to meet his thrusts, feeling the pleasure shattering through you. Your breasts bounced as he moved and he reached a hand forward, tugging down the top of your dress so that he could cup one. He rolled your nipple between his fingers and pinched, bending over you so that he could bite down onto the tender skin of your shoulder. The motion sent him even deeper and you both groaned at the feeling.

“Te—Ten,” you stammered, losing your train of thought when he rolled his hips liked he did on the dance floor. “Oh fuck! Fuck!”

The picture you made in the mirror was a very erotic one; you could see every single expression on Ten’s handsome face. The utter enjoyment he was obviously finding in fucking you was written all over it; there was nowhere for it to hide. His head was tipped back, eyes fluttering closed only to pop back open so that he could watch himself shove into you over and over again. He had you up on your tip toes, nose just an inch from the mirror itself. He was always sexy but tonight that word took on a whole new meaning.

All you could do was try to give as good as you got.

You slapped a hand onto the sink to steady yourself and clenched around him, reveling in the low whine that escaped his throat. It kinda sounded like your name.

And then he was pulling all the way out, dick bouncing as he stumbled backwards. You blinked in confusion. “Wh--what’s wrong?”

Ten ran his fingers through his hair. “C’mon. I want you to ride me.”

He sat down on the closed toilet seat lid and you straddled him without a second thought, sinking down onto his dick with a full body shudder. With your dress around your waist and your breasts jiggling in his face as you bounced up and down on his cock, he traced his tongue around your nipple before lightly biting down. You tangled your fingers in his hair and panted out his name, letting out a squeak when his palm connected with your ass for a hard slap. Planting his feet on the floor, he leaned you backwards a bit as he drove into you repeatedly, eyes watching how well your pussy took him.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured against your collarbone. “Gorgeous—you feel so good.” He bit you again, this time on the side of your neck. “So good.”

With one hand on his shoulder to brace yourself, you rose up and let yourself come down hard over and over again, feeling him pound so deep it was almost criminal. Had the music not been so loud you knew exactly what you would have heard; the sound of skin hitting skin as Ten fucked you like he owned you. Just for tonight, maybe he did.

You weren’t sure how long it went on but when you came it still managed to take you by surprise. Your body lit up like a Christmas tree from the inside out and you cried out Ten’s name, clenching around him, your nails digging into his shoulder blades. He muttered a drawn out fuuuuck and pinched your clit with this thumb and forefinger, making you jerk so hard you nearly tumbled off his lap.

“Ah! Ten!” You shouted as he kept it up. “I—no—oh god—”

Your pussy tightened around him again and he shivered, thrusts growing erratic as he came with a grunt. You trembled through a second orgasm almost in disbelief—usually the only thing that could get you off twice in a row was hidden under your bed in a shoe box.

Seconds later you flopped against him, attempting to catch your breath. He was still rolling his hips just a tiny bit, making all the too sensitive areas ping.

“Whoa,” he said breathlessly, wrapping both arms around your waist. “That was…”

You chuckled softly. “Yeah…” Chancing a look at him, you admired the way strands of his dark hair stuck to his sweaty forehead. He was glistening, shirt sticking to his chest. He smelled like hints of your perfume and you smelled like hints of his cologne. It was all so intimate.

Reluctantly you sat back and gazed at him, wondering if things were about to get awkward. But Ten just smiled and ducked his head a little, a barely there blush creeping up into his already flushed cheeks. It was so adorable you couldn’t have resisted kissing him if you tried. From the way he melted into you, he’d had the same idea.

After a few minutes of just enjoying the feel of his lips against yours, you forced yourself up off of him. Your legs shook; you had to grab the counter to keep from tripping in your heels. You could already tell you’d still feel him tomorrow and the thought made you kinda dizzy, but in a good way. Blinking at your reflection—your hair was a dark mess—you knew there was no way you’d be able to hide the love bites that adorned your skin. They stood out stark red and purple like a bruise.

Ten remained slouched on the toilet for a couple of moments before removing the condom and tossing it into the trash. He dabbed at his dick with a handful of toilet paper, and then pulled up his underwear and jeans. “So…can I ask you something?”

You fixed your dress. “Sure.”

“Who was that guy?” he inquired with a grin. “The one you obviously wanted to get away from.”

Oh shit you’d forgotten all about Adam! “Oh he—he’s my dumb ex. He jumped stupid at me and I—I wanted to show him that he’s an idiot. That I’m totally over him. I—I’m sorry for getting you involved.”

He laughed as he patted down his hair. “No complaints from my end. I think he got the message though.” Reaching behind you he handed you your panties. “Don’t wanna forget these.”

It was ridiculous to be embarrassed considering what you’d both just done, but you couldn’t help it. You took them from him and pulled them on, keeping your eyes on the ground. “Thanks… Look Ten—”

“I’m hungry,” he said interrupting you. “Have you ever had grilled dried pollack?”

“Um yeah once I think,” you replied uncertainly. “It was pretty tasty.”

Ten motioned behind him. “I know a place that makes it if you wanted to go. And…maybe afterwards we could just hang out. Talk.”

That sounded amazing. “I’d love to. But…”

He picked up on your meaning. “Y/N I sit next to you in all of our art classes. I make conversation with you for no reason. Do you really think I of all people forget my brushes? Honestly I’ve wanted to ask you out for a while but you’ve always seemed…disinterested.”

You were dumbstruck by his admission. “Me?! That’s just my face! You’re the unattainable ingénue or whatever!”

Ten chuckled, folding his arms across his chest. “Oh please the only thing standing between me and being a serious cat dad is having an apartment that allows animals. However, this conversation is pointless. You owe me and I’m collecting…if that’s okay?”

You huffed but couldn’t stop grinning. “It’s perfect.”

The walk from the bathroom to the living room had everyone staring with a few people letting out loud whistles. Adam had disappeared but Amy was there to give you a big thumbs up. You promised to call her later and then let Ten pull you outside into the warm night air, your fingers happily entwined with his.

Lue!! Congrats on 100 followers!! <3 I would pretty please like to meet up with Armin, NSFW pls bc I'm a whore. I also wouldn't mind being a sugar baby.

Sandie my love thank you so so much 🥺🥺🖤

I hope you enjoy your date with Armin 🥰🥰

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The strangest date a sugar daddy has ever wanted to take you on was mini golfing.

You couldn’t say you weren’t excited, you were gonna get burgers and ice cream beforehand, and the simplicity of the date was a nice change of pace from others trying to constantly feed you calamari and wine—you could only handle so much of it.

Though, you were still confused about why he had you dress up in such an expensive dress, glimmering and soft in the sunlight, just for a $10 game of mini golf—but he did a great job planning ahead and buying you a comfortable pair of flats instead of stilettos to go with your dress.

He wanted to meet you at the ice cream parlor, saying he was running late from work and didn’t want you stuck at home looking so pretty when you could be out showing off your new outfit—even if you were just sitting in the parking lot.

Soon, while you were biting your nails against your car, a nice shiny black car rolled up beside you, and Armin Arlert stepped out in all his blond, dorky looking glory.

He wasn’t like any sugar daddy you’d ever had. He was younger than others, his hair fluffed and hanging in his eyes with a nice buzzed undercut, a button nose sitting between his baby fat cheeks, and his suits never appeared to be extremely expensive. In fact, he hardly ever wore a full suit. It was mostly just a nice pair of slacks and a wrinkled button up shirt tucked into them with simple loafers on his feet.

He smiled at you, taking your hand and kissing the back of it. “I hope you weren’t waiting too long, I’m sorry again for being late.”

“It’s okay.” You grinned up at him and slipped your arm into his, letting him walk you inside.

Your lunch was delicious—a cheeseburger with all the fixings, crispy fries and a cold soft drink, then your favorite ice cream in a crunchy cone.

Getting to know him was a lot of fun. He surprisingly had similar interests with you, so it was easier to bond with him and make jokes and tell stories about your life.

You kept getting stares from people who were dressed in just tee shirts and lawn-mowed tennis shoes, and it was getting Armin riled up. He loved when people could ogle at what was his, that he could show off his money, even in a humble environment such a burger joint ice cream parlor.

When other men would look at you, he just knew that they were trying to undress you with their eyes, the way they gazed over your shoulders and legs.

Armin couldn’t wait to be the one undressing you.

He paid for the golf balls and putters, holding your hand between rounds, touching your back to help you get the right posture for a hole-in-one, kissing the side of your head when you got excited about a hole-in-two.

It was when you bent down to rest your ball on the tee at a particular round, he suddenly lost it.

Glancing around, he made sure there weren’t any other patrons nearby, and he scooped you up by your waist, pulling a startled yelp from you, and carried you over to a large tunnel shaped like a barn that one would walk through to get to the next course.

There was a small bench in it, which he carefully placed you on and sat himself between your knees, pushing you back against the wall and kissing you ferociously.

You were still in a state of shock, having to take a moment to process what was happening, but you finally kissed him back with your arms around his neck, sighing happily through your nose.

His lips were warm and soft against yours, his nose bumping yours as he tilted his head, sliding his tongue into your mouth while his hands traveled up your sides.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him against you, and you could feel the bulge in his pants pressing into your core.

You couldn’t help the moan you let out at this contact, and it only fueled the fire that was burning inside of him.

Armin pulled away from your lips and latched onto your neck, his hands finding their place over your tits and massaging and squeezing, growling at the plump mounds in his palms.

Your body felt so good against his, the way your curves were flush against him, the way your hips absently rocked against his, your arms draped over his shoulders and hands in his blond locks.

He couldn’t wait any longer and pulled the front of your dress down, exposing your breasts as he leaned down to suck on one, then pushing your dress skirt up to your hips and pulling your thighs apart.

You moaned at his touches and kisses, and when his hand slipped between the two of you and his fingers found your clit, you all but melted against him, your body relaxing at the feeling of the little swirls over the bud.

And when he slipped a finger into your panties and pushed them aside, dipping into the hole of your cunt, you let out a shaky whimper as his knuckles dragged along your insides, leaving you twitching and rolling your hips.

“A-Armin—”

“‘Daddy’,” he corrected you against your throat.

“Daddy—! Someone, someone will see us.”

“Let them, pretty.” He finished the second hickey on your neck and kissed up to your ear, curling his fingers inside of you. “Let someone see how beautiful you are, how sweet you sound moaning for me.”

He pulled back and looked into your eyes as he continued to finger you, biting his smiling lip when he watched your jaw drop. “Does that feel good, baby?”

“So good, daddy,” you whimpered, your head falling back against the wall.

“Do you wanna cum on my fingers or on my cock?” He nipped at your lips and you whined, grabbing his shoulders.

“Your cock, daddy.” You slid your hands up to his face and pulled him into another kiss, to which he groaned and nodded against you.

Armin’s fingers slid out of you and he quickly made work on his belt and pants, pulling his thick length from his briefs.

“Gonna fuck you real good, baby. You want that? Want me to fuck you on my cock?”

“Please, daddy, want you to fuck me.” You nodded and slid your fingers into his hair, gasping when he rubbed his tip through your wet folds.

“Hope someone catches us,” he chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist while his other hand positioned himself at your hole. “Want them to see how beautiful you look getting fucked by me.”

Before you could comment on this, he sheathed himself inside of you, making your jaw drop into a silent O, and Armin took great pleasure in seeing you in the hazy state.

“Everything okay, baby?” He asked in a condescending tone, grabbing your face as he began to thrust in and out of you at a steady pace.

You let out a shaky moan and nodded, your knees pulling closer to your exposed chest.

Armin chuckled again and brushed his thumbs on the corners of your lips, staring at how your mouth hung open, before he slid a thumb over your tongue, making you gasp.

“Suck,” he commanded, grunting with another thrust.

You immediately followed his word and wrapped your lips around the digit, hollowing your cheeks to pull him deeper into your mouth, running your wet tongue over his skin and nail.

He let out a breathy moan and continued to rock into you, his balls slapping against your ass as he quickened his pace.

You wrapped a hand around his wrist, holding his hand against your face as you continued to suck on his thumb, your teary eyes looking into his cloudy blue ones.

The tightness of your lips over his finger had Armin growling, mimicking the tightness of your pussy around his cock.

He removed his thumb and kissed you quickly, roughly, before pulling back again and resting his forehead on yours. “I’ll buy you something nice if you let me cum in you baby,” he whispered.

“Daddy,” you whimpered, holding onto him tightly. “Don’t need—don’t need nice—unng—please just cum in me.”

He laughed in your face, gripping your hips and holding you steady as he fucked you harder and faster, feeling you close to your own release and drawing your orgasm from you in an instant, bringing his mouth to yours so he could drink in your moans and cries, grunting as you squeezed and clenched around his cock.

“Gonna cum, baby,” he warned, brushing some of your hair away from your sweaty face and neck. “Gonna fill you.”

“F-fill me, daddy.” You nodded, eyes screwing shut as you began to grow overstimulated.

Armin held your jaw and kissed you again as he shot his load into you, spurt after spurt of his seed painting your insides and spilling out the sides of your hole down his length.

“Fuck, you did so good for me baby.” He shoved his tongue into your mouth and pulled out of you, quickly looking down to watch his essence drip out of you onto the bench and asphalt beneath you.

A sound drew both of your attention to the end of the tunnel, a couple standing in shock at the sight of him between your legs.

When Armin caught a glimpse of the tent in the man’s pants, he smirked and lifted your leg by your ankle to show off your trembling, dripping pussy while you squeaked nervously.

“Isn’t she beautiful? She did so well for me.” He kissed your calf and lowered your leg again, helping fix you back up and pulling you to your feet, dusting off the back of your dress.

He guided you out of the tunnel, passing a wink to the couple as he wedged past them, while you buried your face into his arm, embarrassed (and weirdly excited) about having been caught.

Maybe you could try this again sometime—fuck in public, and hope that Armin can show you off again.

Lue Arlert’s 100 Follower First Date Event - CLOSED

Why Does Anyone Go To A Drive-In?

A/N: Wine-floats stolen from GT. The drive-in prompt from @drakgoprompts.

FFn link --> https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13639433/1/Why-Does-Anyone-Go-To-A-Drive-In

Written frantically and entirely un-edited.  Enjoy!

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Shego fixed her hair in the mirror of her compact after the hover car had landed. She checked that her lipstick was perfectly symmetrical and not smudged in any way. She wished her heart would stop beating so erratically every time she looked at Drakken, but... That was the new reality she was living. Ever since what happened at the UN...

"I still don't see why you think this will work, Shego," said Drakken as he scanned the parking lot with binoculars, searching for their target.

"You said it before. Embarrassment is the soft under-belly of the teen ego, or something?"

"Oh yes, because it worked so well the last time!"

"She's in the public spotlight now, it will work!"

Drakken grumbled to himself and thrust the binoculars toward her. While she couldn't hear the words, she knew what they would be about; how Kim Possible had gotten the glory in the end, when without him and his plants saving the world would have been impossible. But a medal, a press conference, and a few patents seemed to be all anyone was interested in where Drakken was concerned.

Kim Possible, eighteen-year-old athletic beauty was the one the public and press were really interested in. And with a heavy heart that Drakken kept well-masked, he returned to villainy with Shego by his side less than two months later, as if nothing had ever changed.

Shego peered through the binoculars and scanned the parking lot for Kim's familiar purple car. They had followed the teen to a drive-in movie theater, Drakken trusting Shego's 'plan' that she had yet to fully explain to him about humiliating Kim and ruining her reputation.

In truth, Shego had no plan to humiliate Kim Possible. It was just the excuse she had used to get Drakken to leave the lair. Actually asking him on a...date...was out of the question. She could imagine the confused blinking and the asking if she was sick or had run into any technology that prompted atypical behavior. The only way she could think of to attempt to ascertain his feelings was to...trick him into a date, and then make a move.

The only question was when.

"Is she here?" Drakken asked impatiently.

Shego spotted the purple car and noted the two teens inside, already munching popcorn. The naked mole-rat was on Ron's shoulder, being handed pieces of popcorn by his owner.

"Yep," Shego said, pointing toward the car as she handed the binoculars back. Drakken grabbed them with a frown and stared. Shego leaned back and glanced at the movie screen. It was some sort of old black-and-white comedy she didn't recognize... Not at all ideal for 'accidentally' cuddling up to a date in 'fear' during a scary scene. Shego sighed.

"They're on a date," Drakken said.

"Yep..."

"We tried to ruin one of her dates before. It didn't work."

"It might this time."

"But it's her boyfriend this time! Hasn't she known him for years? We won't be able to embarrass her in front of him," Drakken argued.

"Way to pay attention, Dr. D...." Shego said tiredly. She was starting to regret her idea. Drakken never paid attention to anything except his evil plots. What had made her think she could get him to rest for a moment to watch a movie with her?

She sighed and glanced out over the crowded drive-in. The hover car was parked by the very back fence. It was a horrible view, but it kept them out of sight of most gawkers. Kim's car was near the back and the edge of the broad parking lot, away from the glow of street lamps. The top of the convertible was up, which Shego thought was slightly odd considering that top-down would be better for movie viewing.

Drakken hadn't said anything for several seconds, so Shego reached back into the ice chest she had brought to take out the ice cream and wine for wine floats. Even if she couldn't take the 'date' to the place she had hoped, it wasn't worth giving up on yet.

Drakken turned as she uncorked the bottle and his brow furrowed as he looked between it and her face.

"What are you doing?"

"Making us wine floats... Ever been to a drive-in, Doc?"

"No... Drive-ins exist just for making out, everyone knows that. Why?" he asked, nodding at the paper cups where she was scooping out the vanilla ice cream.

Shego shrugged and hoped she still looked casual. His mention of making-out had set her heart racing again, even if he wasn't talking about the two of them.

"We may have to wait awhile..." she said, hoping he would buy it. Maybe...maybe the movie would be long enough that she could lean against his shoulder.

Suddenly Drakken's brow rose and a devious grin spread across his face...

"Oh...that is brilliant! A well-thought plan, Shego!"

"Huh? I mean...yeah it is! What...exactly do you find brilliant about it?"

"To humiliate Kim Possible in front of the world and in front of her parents! She'll be grounded for...for... How long do parents usually ground children? Oh no matter, she won't be able to intervene with my plans! I can finally launch the 'Drakkenator 2000' and—"

"Have some wine, Dr. D." Shego interrupted, holding the wine float out toward him, plastic spoon stabbed through the center of the floating ice cream.

He blinked as he received the cup and began eating it almost robotically, staring at her in curiosity. Her heart pounded. Why couldn't she look at him without that happening anymore?

"So...you think we may have to wait awhile?" Drakken said, stirring his float after swallowing a small bite.

"Maybe. They don't seem like the type to move too fast. But you said it... There's only one reason to go to a drive-in."

Drakken's brow rose ever so slightly, and he suddenly turned away. Shego's heart beat harder. What did that mean?

"So...hopefully the movie is good," she said quickly. "Whatever this is, I've never seen it."

Drakken turned back to her with wide-eyes. "You've never seen 'The Raunchy Eighties'? It's a comedy classic!"

"Uh..." Shego looked back at the screen where an overweight man was being rolled over a comically large bass drum in a street parade. Slap-stick? "If you say so..."

Drakken set his float aside and picked up the binoculars again, staring at the car. Shego watched through the corner of her eye as his expression morphed back into a wicked grin.

"It looks like you won't get to enjoy the movie after all, Shego..."

"What? Give me those!"

Shego set her float in her cup-holder and put the binoculars to her face, focusing in on the purple car. The naked mole-rat was now on the roof, gesticulating down in apparent frustration toward the car. The car's occupants however...had their arms around each other and were locked in a passionate embrace. At that moment, Ron looked to be trying to crawl over the gear shift to get nearer to Kim.

"Oh, ick!" Shego said, dropping the binoculars and crossing her arms. She did not want to watch Kim Possible making out with her dorky boyfriend... Especially when she didn't have that luxury herself.

Drakken was humming happily and holding his cell phone to his ear. Shego drank from her wine float and set it down again, trying to muster up the courage to just make a move... If he didn't go for it, well...she would just be putting herself out of her misery. And then she would look for a new job. But if he did...

"Hello, James? ...It's not Drew, it's Dr. Drakken, you—! Ah-hm. Anyway. The reason I'm calling is... No— No I'm not jealous that your daughter is— Nrrgh, listen you— Shut up! I just thought you'd be interested to know what your daughter is up to at this very moment."

Shego watched Drakken's face become more frustrated as the call went on.

"Yes! She is at the drive-in theater canoodling with that boyfriend of hers and things look to be getting a bit...out of hand, if you catch my drift. ...No I'm not spying on her! Yes, she's really here. Why am I at the drive-in?"

Drakken shot a panicked look toward Shego.

"Date," she whispered.

"I'm on a date! Why does anyone go to a drive-in? ...Why you—! Plenty of women are interested in me! ...Who am I with?"

He looked at Shego again. She rolled her eyes and pointed to herself. Drakken's brow rose and he suddenly looked more panicked. But he swallowed nervously and nodded, his eyes remaining on hers.

"Sh-Shego. I'm on a date with Shego... Y-yes, of course she would date me! ...She's not too young for me! You—nrrgh, this isn't about me! It's about my arch-enem— Your daughter, getting a bit too hot and heavy on her date with the buffoon! I just thought you'd want to know!"

Drakken snapped the phone shut, his face fixed in a deep frown as his chest heaved. A myriad of emotions were playing across his face as he stared at the phone clenched in his hand, worry and dismay mixed in with the anger.

Shego's heart pounded. She slowly slid over the middle seat of the hover-car toward him. Drakken's eyes flew to hers and widened.

"I'm sorry! You told me to say it was you, I— I... Sh-Shego... What are you doing?"

As she got near enough she set her hand on his chest and leaned in close to him.

"You said it before... Why does anyone go to a drive-in?" she asked softly. He still looked panicked, and she was well on her way there herself. But the way he had looked at her during the phone call had given her hope. Maybe somewhere in his distracted mind were some faint feelings for her after all.

"But...your plan?" he asked, his eyes darting away briefly before coming to rest on hers.

"This is the plan," she breathed, just before her lips met his.

Her kiss was soft. One second... Two... And then he kissed her back.

She felt her heart would escape her chest as his lips caressed hers, his hands finding her waist and resting just above her hips. She pressed her hand to his chest as her other came to rest on his cheek and draw him in deeper.

She had her answer... And all her worries flew away as she lost herself in his touch.

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About half an hour later, Shego had all but forgotten that a world outside the hover-car existed. The glow of the black-and-white screen silhouetted Drakken above her as he fumbled with the zipper of her suit in the dark. She had already gotten his coat open and was struggling to yank it from his shoulders. But their progress was slow as it was almost painful to tear their lips away from one another.

A sudden commotion in the distance finally dragged Shego back to reality, and she leaned over Drakken's shoulder to look out into the parking lot as he kissed at her neck. She easily spotted Kim's car where the teen now stood outside with her boyfriend, and with the four parents of both teens.

"But Dad!" Kim said, "you know me better than that!"

"Oh please don't send me into space Mr. Dr. P.!" Ron was pleading. "I've had enough space travel to last me a life time!"

"And how could you listen to Drakken!" Kim continued.

Shego brought her hand to Drakken's face to turn his gaze outward.

"Look," she said, nodding toward the group of people several rows ahead of them in the lot.

She had missed several lines of the conversation, including everything said by the adults as they were speaking in more hushed tones than the teens. But the naked mole-rat had hopped up on Kim's shoulder and seemed to be pointing at something. In the direction of the hover-car.

"Oh no," Drakken whispered.

"Zip me up, zip me up!" Shego hissed as Drakken attempted to get off of her. They had previously struggled enough to find a position in the cramped hover-car to lay down in, and getting out of it was just as bad. Drakken's panic wasn't helping as he yanked carelessly at her zipper. Shego was pushing at his shoulders to get him off of her, but he was more interested in making sure she was decent.

"Dr. D.! If you don't get off they're going to think—"

At that moment, running feet arrived at the hover-car. Drakken clutched at Shego in fright, and she let her head fall back against the seat in defeat. She scowled as the faces of Possible, Stoppable, the mole-rat, and the four adults were suddenly gaping down at them as Kim shone a flashlight into their faces. Drakken recoiled and squinted while Shego merely frowned in anger.

"Ohhh, oh, sick and wrong!" cried Stoppable, turning and leaving the scene.

"Well I'll be!" James said, reaching up to scratch his head. "Uh...so sorry, I...sorry..." he muttered, grabbing the arms of his wife and daughter and pulling them away. Kim resisted the pull as she stared wide-eyed at the pair.

"But, but...why are you here?" she asked, a hint of anger still in her eyes at being caught with her boyfriend.

Drakken blinked and looked down at Shego, who suddenly found humor in the situation. She bit her lip as she grinned at him, and a moment later he blushed and smiled shyly back. They turned back to where the flashlight still shone toward them and spoke in unison.

"Why does anyone go to a drive-in?"

Day 2 - Awakened

Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc V Angst Week // A Stacked Deck

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: injury, blood, berserk mode, bullying

AN: slight AU but its set pre-canon. I don’t want to spoil it but that’s all y’all need to know.

  Yuto used to run a Forest of Spirits deck. Most would be surprised to hear that given his current personality; Ruri had even laughed at him when he told her that, but he didn’t mind. The purpose of telling her was to prove that he could trust her with more vulnerable and embarrassing information about himself. To make her laugh had been the point. But still, it was surprising.

  Those halcyon days of running a Forest of Spirits deck was quite some time ago now. Or at least it felt like it. He was fourteen, after all. It was when he was still just a little kid, about eleven, really, that he used to run his Spirit deck. He wasn’t even out of elementary school yet. However, the shift between using his Spirit monsters and using his Phantom Knight monsters was quite a difference. Honestly, that day left a lasting impact on Yuto for more than a few reasons. For a start, it marked him as different but that’s getting ahead of the story.

  So, let’s start simply. Yuto used to run Forest of Spirits deck. Why? Well, because he was a kid. He used to be a cute kid. He still was a cute kid, according to the likes of Ruri but he used to be a cuter kid. One with wider eyes and a stranger headspace. Because that’s just how kids were. How he was; even long before the war and destruction of Heartland.

  He loved fantasy stories. He still does love fantasy stories. Its just he used to love romantic fairy tales a lot. Now, he preferred fantasia which came with a heavier price than “happily ever after” but back then, he liked stories filled with pure and wondrous imagination. He liked stories where heroes slew the dragon and won the heroine’s love and they would go onto live a blessed life that savoured love and glory.

  It had been hopeful stories like that which had kept Yuto going. He’d always been the odd kid out. He was shorter and bit of a cry baby; he had bad eyesight and wore dorky glasses. He talked to his cards like they were real people. His family situation was mysterious at best and pitiful at worst. And there was also this aura about him. Like something wasn’t quite right; like there was something lurking beneath the surface which wasn’t right. Thus, where there was the inability to meet conformity, bullying resulted.

  And there was this one kid in Yuto’s grade whose favourite pastime was making sure the odd one out in their class remembered his place. For the most part, Yuto was a cowardly victim; remaining in line and licking his wounds later. He didn’t want to be noticed. He didn’t want to stick out. And the teachers weren’t being helpful. He wasn’t dumb. He knew there was something off about him as well, or maybe that’s just what had been drilled into him the course of being bullied and not having any defences. Any defences except for books and, of course, dueling.

  Yuto hid in the library most of the time. There were so many nooks and crannies so, he was able to find suitable places to wear out time with. Plus, he could read all the fairy tales he wanted so that was good too. He dreamed of the day he would be able to don a red cloak and take a sword into battle.

  So, he found his weapons of choice: cards. Not just in the library, but in class too, Yuto studied with the intention of becoming the best because he knew, if he could just win one duel – the right duel – everything would fall into place. He wouldn’t have to be a target anymore.

  Over and over, he would recite his plans for heroism to Elemental Mistress Doriado. People would tease Yuto and say that Doriado was useless and weak. Just like him. But he didn’t mind. He thought she was perfect just the way she was. That’s why he crowned his Elemental Mistress Doriado as “ace” of his deck.

  And it was because he crowned such a ‘worthless’ card his ace that one day, when everything which had been brewing over the course of his bullying, that one day, his tormentor snapped and decided he would take everything from Yuto. Well, perhaps not everything. Just that which meant most him: that ‘worthless’ card.

  At some point during, what had been an otherwise uneventful school day, the class bully stole Yuto’s deck from him. Yuto was both terrified and delighted. This is it. this was the moment he had been waiting for. This was the day he would take upon a hero’s mantle and rescue the heroine. In this case, the heroine was his beloved ace card, Elemental Mistress Doriado. So, he marched himself out of the classroom and into the courtyard, intent on doing something to his tormentor the moment he saw that cruel child. Yet he shook in his boots the whole way.

  And it hadn’t taken Yuto very long. In fact, his bully greeted him with a tutting smugness.

  “You really are dumb,” he said, “I mean, it took you all day to realise your precious cards were gone.”

  “D-Duel me.” Yuto mewled.

  The bully’s brow twinged. “Is that little voice the best you got, Ute? You sound pathetic. Like a girl.”

  “Duel me!” Yuto yelled with more conviction this time; his little fist in a tiny ball that quivered in front of him and yet, he seemed to be growing more confident as time went by.

  The bully clicked his tongue and sent Yuto’s deck flying. The cards went scattering and Yuto picked up each one with clawing desperation. The bully laughed. But, Yuto stood on his haunches regardless. He set his Duel Disc and D-Gazer.

  “Duel me.” Yuto instructed.

  “Sure,” his bully replied, “on one condition: the ante rule. We both put up our best card.”

  “Done.” Yuto replied.

  There was a pause. The bully set his own Duel Disc and D-Gazer. Then, a moment later, both youths yelled at each other: “Duel, start!”

  This duel had been like none other. It had been fuelled by Yuto’s passion. This bully – Ryuji – would be the dragon that he would slay to win his heroine and honour. If he could win, he could win everything. And, if he lost, he would lose it all. It was truly a picture-perfect battle.

  The best part was, Yuto was winning. He had stumbled at first. His plays were hesitant, and he had made mistakes and yet, he believed in his cards. He knew, deep down, that he had what it would take to win. He could feel glory and victory in his heart and he would bring it to fruition and with that pure-hearted conviction, he changed the tides of battle. With just a turn, his Forest of the Spirits deck had been able to overcome everything his bully threw at him.

  And yet, he hadn’t been able to play his best card. It was coming down to the wire now. Yuto and Ryuji had equal life points: 300 hundred. And Ryuji’s best monsters were in the graveyard with no hope of resurrection and the monsters he did have on his field, were fodder for stronger troops which were unable to be summoned; at least in this point in time.

  Best of all, it was the beginning of Yuto’s turn and he had just drawn a card which would end this battle magnificently. His third copy of the Pre-Preparation Rites card had been drawn! The other two had been sealed off from use during the course of the battle. His heart pounded as he read the card’s title over and over again. He couldn’t believe it. Finally, now was the time.

  With a shaking hand and excited smile, Yuto placed the card into position: “I use my spell card, Preparation of Rites!” he called out.

  The card glittered as the Duel Disc recognised his turn. The castle which appeared on the card appeared in the holographic space between them. It drew up from the ground with hallowed reverence and soon, options flashed across Yuto’s screen as he vibrated with pure joy. This would be the moment in which he would summon Elemental Mistress Doriado and show not just his bully, but the whole world, that his ace monster was the best ace monster ever!

  Yuto made his first selection. “I choose the spell card Doriado’s blessing!”

  His deck spat out the card. It had come from the very bottom. Yuto plucked it with eagerness and added it to his hand. He could hardly contain his elation as the screen moved to the next phase of the spell’s effect.

  “Now, I choose Elemental Mistress Doriado from my deck!” Yuto cried out excitedly.

  “Heh.” His bully choked out what was supposed to have been a laugh.

  “Huh?” Yuto mumbled and then, his blood ran cold.

  Error. Error. Error. Card not in deck. Unable to retrieve. System error. Those sorts of messages ran across his screen. Yuto forced his gaze across the battle field. Ryuji laughed raucously. He tipped his head back.

  “You really are stupid, Ute!” he bellowed.

  He fumbled with something in his breast pocket. Yuto’s quivering ceased being of a euphoric nature and turned to something far more fearful. His heart pounded in his ears and he felt hot, pinpricks of tears in the corner of his eyes.

  “What’s… What’s going on?” Yuto asked, his voice crumbling in the air.

  “Were you looking for this?” Ryuji asked, and he brandished a card.

  Through the dimness of sundown, Yuto wasn’t immediately certain what it was but he knew better. He wanted it to be anything else than Elemental Mistress Doriado but alas.

  Ryuji smirked. “As if I’d let you defeat me using a trash card like this. Beat me like a man, you wuss.”

  And then the unthinkable happened.

  Yuto could take verbal abuse. He would even have withstood a bashing or similar. However, this was far worse and far crueler than sticks and stones and words.

  Ryuji held the card on its side. And he tore it in two. The ever-smiling Elemental Mistress Doriado was now smiling through her death sentence. The sight of it tore Yuto’s heart in two.

  Yuto screamed out. But Ryuji delighted in the act of shredding the card in two. He delighted in how Yuto begged for him to stop. And he especially delighted in how Yuto slumped to his knees; hands dragging in the dust and that look upon his face was palpable.

  Big, fat tears welled up into Yuto’s eyes and a sadness like no other filled him. But that sadness, that grief over the destruction of his ace card and best friend, was not an ordinary sadness. It soon gave way to some sort of anger as the sky darkened and the sun sank below the earth. It didn’t seem a nary star was out.

  Truthfully, Yuto didn’t know the emotion that flowed through him in that awful moment. But it had been a very powerful anger and it had not been a righteous one. Well, perhaps it could have been if Yuto had been a different person, but alas, he was Yuto: one whole of a whole person.

  The anger which coursed through his veins didn’t match the description of the righteous anger that Yuto had come to recognise from the hours he had spent faithfully reading fairy tales as they were a godsend and were basically sacred texts. When the hero was angered at trickery from a heinous villain, it wasn’t supposed to be like this. It wasn’t supposed to be so… awful feeling. It had felt more like how the awakening of an evil monster was described.

  Yuto’s body and his lips peeled back in a snarl. His heart hammered and every hair on his little, often frail, body stood on end.

  “The fun… has only just begun.” he breathed and each sound was steeped deeply with seething.

  “What the hell, Ute…? What’s happened to you?” Ryuji asked.

  He was slightly terrified of Yuto. He got up slowly. Mechanically. It was like something had possessed him or if a marionette’s cross existed invisibly above his head. Regardless, there was something cold and inhuman regarding Yuto’s movements. They were jerky and rigid at the same time.

  Then, a light exploded forth from where the extra deck was stored on the Duel Disc. The error messages from before had faded away. Yuto slammed his summoned Doriado’s Blessing into the Graveyard. He smiled evilly. Ryuji shivered. Something was not quite right. In fact, it was extremely wrong, even.

  Yuto thrust out his arm. His fingers twitched. He didn’t know or understand the words in his mouth. He had always been an oddball. That’s partially why he played a Ritual Deck in a school, nay a world, which preferred XYZ Summoning with seeming prejudice unto the few other summoning methods there were, and yet… That’s what he found himself on the brink of summoning, as impossible as it was.

  Furthermore, what was more impossible than summoning a card that he should not own was summoning a card which should not exist period.

  “I overlay these two level four monsters, Fairy Dragon and Fairy’s Gift, to build the overlay network…” Yuto began very slowly and very eerily.

  His monsters which, he had intended to switch into attack position, so he could destroy his opponent’s defending monsters and leave cards in his hand as fodder for his ritual. Therefore, he could have Elemental Mistress Doriado land the final blow but instead, they were becoming the sacrifices for a summon which was not ritual born.

  Instead, the defending Fairy Dragon transformed into a glittering and cascading trail of pale green and Fairy’s Gift became a similar, effervescent light of gold. The lights intertwined and the virtual and primordial pool they were being sacrificed to arose underneath the battle field and simpered with hellish lights. The sacrifices were accepted.

  “From the black darkness, the fangs of rebellion that fight against the powers of oppression descend!” Yuto yelled.

  Something was in that primordial and nearly cosmic ooze. Lightning strikes arose with dashing crescendos from within. Each lash of blue light electrified Yuto’s heart and he felt some sort hunger, one he had never known before, was satiated. It felt like he had been reunited with someone very important; someone he had, perhaps, known in a similar life. Or, perhaps, that was an illusion rising from the impossibility of this situation and from the heinous anger he felt inside of him.

  “XYZ Summon!” Yuto yelled.

  There was a roar. A deafening roar that put the fear of God – no, the Devil – in Yuto’s tormentor. He trembled with fear whereas Yuto stood strong as he brought forth this new power from within his fiendish extra deck.

  “Rank Four! Dark Rebellion XYZ Dragon!” Yuto screamed.

  The beast which had been summoned was like no monster either of them had ever seen before. It was a gorgeous creature with dark scales and a maw that seemed to ooze with infernal breath and the ability to tear through anything and everything. Including the both of them. But, it was loyal to its master who stood, shoulders squared, which welcomed it to the stage in which it would fight.

  “Attack, Dark Rebellion XYZ Dragon!” Yuto yelled.

  Dark Rebellion XYZ Dragon let loose a ferocious roar and attacked with all its might. It blew through the monster Ryuji had to defend. He then, unable to draw a good card, then forfeited his next turn. Thus, Dark Rebellion XYZ Dragon attacked again. Lightning rich with hellish heat blew through with a powerful blast. Now, Ryuji’s field was empty and hopefully, it would stay that way. Yuto relished every moment.

  Ryuji could tell there was something wrong about both this monster and Yuto. He sacrificed yet another turn. He knew when to bow down, like a dog. But, he refused to let Yuto win. He didn’t want to let that creature of a child to win. This was totally unlike him.

  “I draw.”

  There was a pause. Ryuji glanced at his card and licked his lips. He looked as though he had something to turn the tide of battle against the two thousand attack points that Dark Rebellion XYZ Dragon possessed.

  “I summon Alexandrite Dragon in attack mode.”

  Soon, a card slammed onto his Duel Disc. There was a glittering cascade and a dragon was brought forth. It roared but as beautiful and lithe as it was, its glamour and power seemed to diminish when compared to the dragon it stared down.

  “Now, I activate my spell card: Black Pendant!” Ryuji said, and he began to laugh.

  His dragon now donned a necklace and its attack strength increased until it was the same as Dark Rebellion XYZ Dragon. Yuto snickered. He realised what sort of desperate planed Ryuji had concocted. It was going to suicide out of this attack and let Black Pendant’s effect rid him of the last of his life points.

  “Attack, Alexandrite Dragon!” Ryuji yelled.

  “You’ve activated my spell card!” Yuto yelled. “Negate Attack!”

  Yuto’s trap card flipped up and there was a blast of wind. And Ryuji cowered. He ended his turn and he couldn’t help but feel like more than this duel was on the cusp of ending now that the turn was handed to Yuto.

  “I draw.” Yuto said calmly and he drew his card.

  He checked it and smirked. Rather than placing it, even briefly, in his hand. He placed it on his Duel Disc.

  “I activate Healing Wind. For every monster on the field, I receive two hundred life points. So, that’s four hundred life points.” Yuto said.

  The numbers which signified his life points grew to eight hundred. That was enough to narrowly avoid the penalty of destroying a monster equipped with Black Pendant. And now, with that settled, Yuto was swift to move to the battle phase of this turn but first, he had something important to do.

  “I tribute both overlay units to use Dark Rebellion XYZ Dragon’s effect.” Yuto said. There was a dark crispness to his voice.

  “Wh-What? What does that do?” Ryuji cried out.

  “I can halve your original attack points and feed that half to my Dragon.” Yuto explained. “And since I’ve halved your dragon’s attack points… all that remains is that Black Pendant of yours.”

  The numbers which signified Alexandrite Dragon’s attack points dwindled rapidly until there was all but five hundred of them. Meanwhile, Yuto’s Dark Rebellion XYZ Dragon received a grand total of two thousand points to add to its power. His dragon howled and the whole courtyard shook. Dust and leaves dwirled.

  “It ends now.” Yuto said. “Attack! Lightning Disobey!”

  Dark Rebellion XYZ Dragon roared once more but there was a derisive finale to this roar. It shattered the concrete beneath them and it brought trees to their weakest. It even broke bones. Alexandrite Dragon shattered and Ryuji attempted to protect himself. He rose his arms to protect his face and shards of his dragon, what was supposed to have been trump card, scratched him.

  Blood threw scratches. As though they were real. They shouldn’t have been real.

  And it was in that moment, Yuto felt fear again. Not anger or anything akin, but fear.

  He watched, uselessly, as Ryuji slumped down. His stomach wrenched. Something was wrong. Dueling wasn’t supposed to leave injuries as severe as this. The monsters were holograms. They couldn’t really fight. And yet, Ryuji was down for the count and seemed to have injuries.

  Yuto glanced at his dragon. It looked back at him and bowed its head. Something about this situation was sick. It was really sick. And then his gaze returned to the body, cowering and bloody, of his tormentor. Dark Rebellion XYZ Dragon softened until it was a figment of his imagination and of phosphenes scattering around the darkening scene.

  Yuto didn’t know what to do. He panicked. He called for help and eventually horrified adults gathered at the scene, but so many parts of that evening were a blur. He remembers at one point, someone came for Ryuji and there was an ambulance. He remembers flashing lights and sirens. And he remembers the way Ryuji’s parents looked at him with disgust.

  How dare you do this to my son? They both had that searing question in their hateful eyes.

  Yuto was terrified for the whole of that evening. After all, he had been the one to cause Ryuji’s injuries and they were more extensive than first thought. A couple of busted ribs, a cut to his eye which meant vision loss, and some other stuff. Yet it was weird. No one blamed him even though he knew he was the direct cause. It’s just. No one believed him. After all, Duel Monsters was an exceptionally safe game to play, especially in circumstances like this: in the courtyard of an elementary school.

  Still, Yuto took the occurrence deep into his heart. He didn’t understand where Dark Rebellion XYZ Dragon or how it managed to inflict real world damage, but Yuto still took it all to the heart. He didn’t know what had happened. He was old enough to realise it was something awful, but he wasn’t old enough to understand it. All he knew, with straightforward conviction, was that he had a curse and a horrible one at that. Maybe it had been better if he had never found out and had never won a duel but regardless, it was knowledge he now carried.

  And it was knowledge that changed him. He didn’t want to hurt people. He didn’t want to be some sort of demonised and ostracised outsider. He just wanted to be a fairy tale hero. Right now, he felt like the dragon that had to be slain to save the princess and the townsfolk. He didn’t feel like he was the one who ought to raise a falchion blade but rather, the one who was pointed with such a weapon.

  After that, the dynamics of the classroom changed. Yuto wasn’t someone you could pick on now. People were scared of him and it lasted right until graduation. And after graduation, Yuto made sure to pick a middle school far, far away where rumours may not spread that far. Unfortunately, they had. Everyone in Heartland seemed to know him as the kid who could hurt people but with the fresh start, at least he was given a chance.

  A lot of things about Yuto changed after that fateful duel. He learned a sort of maturation beyond his years. He learned to be kinder and wiser. This othered him but it wasn’t the worst form of othering he had experienced.

  Then there were two other things about him which changed. One of which happened to be a change in his taste for literature. He still liked fantasy. But now, he preferred stories which were gaslit and dark with endings which were bittersweet with best. Still, of the changes, this was perhaps the most minor, but it was still important as it echoed into his dueling style.

  With his beloved ace monster torn in half, a fact that was conveniently omitted from the story that Ryuji’s parents spurned, Yuto couldn’t bring himself to use his Forest of Spirits deck anymore. He felt like he had desecrated such a pure-hearted deck so now, they mostly collected dust. Once in a while, he would say hello to his old friends but without Elemental Mistress Doriado with them, he couldn’t bring himself to do it often. It felt wrong without the card which was supposed to have been his eternal best friend.

  Instead, he had a new ace to fill her role and with a new ace, came a new deck. Yuto adopted his Phantom Knights deck after that duel. It seemed fitting since it cobbled together his old self and his new self. Dark Rebellion XYZ Dragon seemed pleased with its new surroundings. It being summoned from Forest of Spirits archetype monsters was just wrong.

  But, Yuto still didn’t understand that monster and the feelings it had been awakened from. Truth be told, Yuto was terrified but he accepted it in good heart. He felt as though as rightful master to the impossible dragon that was Dark Rebellion XYZ Dragon, he should remain level-headed and in control. After all, he didn’t want to be at the helm of something worse than the duel which had engraved on him so deeply and so darkly.

Can I request a college au scenario where a girl suddenly asked Kuroo to be a nude model for her photography competition?? (I am melting just trying to imagine Kuroo posing nude) at first he wanted to be cool etc. but turns out the girl is interested in his dorky self and so she tries to make him laugh during photoshoot. Or it can be just a normal portrait (not nude) it is up to you!

Okay… So for this one… I kinda stole the idea from a NatsuxLucy (Fairy Tail) fic I read a LONG time ago… And I really REALLy loved it…. So the fic I read was pretty lengthy and had a few angsty parts, but this will just be the condensed version, basically… I don’t really have too much time to make an entire fic haha! Thanks for Requesting! - Admin Satori

Kuroo Tetsurou:

How in the hell were you supposed to do this assignment? Nude drawings? Of someone you knew? Someone who spoke to not only to your art form but to your very spiritual core? You huffed and tossed your paperwork off to the side, watching it slide just a bit out of the way and start to fall off the bench you were sitting on. You suddenly lunged for it, trying to grab just the edges when suddenly a large hand appeared on the other end of the paperwork, catching it just in time. Your wide eyes slowly traveled up the toned arm to meet a pair of golden eyes. “T-Tetsurou?” You blinked in surprise, not having expected him of all people to be attending the same school as you.

Kuroo smiled, “_____! Hey, how’ve you been?” His voice was calm, testing the waters of whatever acquaintance he still had with you. You’d grown up with Kuroo, had dated him for a few months back in middle and early high school. But things had gotten in the way, and the two of you had slowly lost touch over the years….

Try as you may, date as many guys after him as you had…

Yet, your heart still belonged to him.

“I’m doing great! Wow, it’s been a long time.” You smiled fondly up at him, barely seeing his hand place your items back on the bench within reach. “You have classes here? I would have thought the big shot you are would have gone on to be Tokyo’s greatest volleyball player!” You teased, knowing he’d, at one point, truly dreamed of becoming a national player.

His hand waved you off and you couldn’t help but laugh softly, “I’m nearly 24, ____. I can’t be daydreaming of the national team that never will be.” Kuroo chuckled, “They’re loss really.” He shrugged before taking a seat next to you, your school bag being the only thing separating the two of you on the bench. “What’s all this then?” He asked, pulling your assignment back from your bag and reading it over. Your eyes widened and quickly took the paper from him, not wanting him to see the embarrassment you’d have to be put through.

“Nothing…. Just a dumb assignment…. You know… I need a few electives before graduation is even a possibility…. So I thought ‘why not take art? It’ll be easy!’”

“And you got slapped in the face with the nude drawing assignment?” He raised a dark eyebrow at you, and, still, you didn’t meet his gaze, your cheeks dusted in a light blush. “I’ll do it for you.” He offered suddenly, and your eyes immediately snapped to meet his, “I’ll be your model.” He smirked at you, leaning towards you, squishing your backpack between his thigh and yours, “You just have to try not to fall in love with what you see.”

You laughed and pushed him away playfully, “You’re so dumb.” You mumbled before shaking your head and standing up with your things, “I couldn’t ask that of you, Tetsurou… Although we may have dated for a few months, you know as well as I do that neither of us saw each other naked, so I don’t know if I’d be too comfortable with that.” You admitted easily, moving your backpack to your chest to be able to put your paperwork back in it’s proper place.

He stared up at you from beneath his dark lashes, and your breath stilled in your throat from the intense sight. What you wouldn’t give to actually draw that stare of his and keep it for yourself. The project be damned. But his smirk made your mind clear and remind yourself that he wasn’t exactly the serious type, he didn’t really seem like he’d let you live down drawing him in all his glory. And if you drew him wrong? Sketched something completely different than how it was? Forget ever being able to think without his teasing and mocking. You knew he wasn’t saying anything for a reason. He was trying to smolder you into agreeing and have him be your model. And for fuck sake if it wasn’t working.

Sighing in defeat, knowing this was going to be one hell of a project, you closed your eyes and nodded, “Fine, Tetsurou… you can be my model.” You mumbled, “Be at my apartment around 8 next Monday… and we can get started.”

Next Monday came, and while Kuroo was undressing in your ‘art studio’, which was just a section of your bedroom that you’d designated with the best lighting for your art, you were quietly panicking in the bathroom.

The week between meeting him since high school and today had blurred past you in a series of small dates with the stranger turned close friend. He’d taken you for coffee, dinner, lunch, he’d buy your breakfast and he’d even run errands for you. You couldn’t fathom why either! You couldn’t even tell if he was confused that this was simply a project and not something you’d planned to get him back.

But each and every one of his actions towards you, his favors, his running your errands… his thoughtfulness towards you, it filled you with hope. Maybe you two would get back together.

A knock at the door scared you out of your delusions and you looked towards it with wide panicked eyes. “____? You ready to sketch this perfection?” Kuroo called through the door and you wanted to smack that smirk out of his voice. Maybe you didn’t want the two of you to get back together after all.

“I’m coming.” You called back lamely, taking a deep breath and washing your face in water before opening the door. He stood just outside the doorway, his right hand leaning on the wood of it while his left hand held a towel in place around his waist. You had to pause for a moment, blinking a few times to try to make sense of what it was you were supposed to be doing again. How could someone so infuriating and annoying be so… goddamn attractive? He smiled down at you, his black hair as messy as ever and covering half his face. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from drooling before maneuvering around him as best you could, “Come on, the assignment is due next week.” You reminded, forcing yourself from looking back at him and feel your insides warming at how fluidly and perfectly, even gracefully, his body moved as he followed you.

“You have time… I mean.. I’m not really sure how thought out this project needs to be, but all that’s left now is you to actually draw me…” He shrugged, following your instruction as you placed him on your rented model stand, moving him around to best suit your art style. He watched you closely, even when you turned his head to best fit what form you were going for, and the way your eyes focused so intensely on his bare skin made his heart almost beat out of his chest. He still loved you. Years later, and you were still on his mind, running through his dreams, reminding him to better himself. He wanted you back, he truly did - that’s why he’d taken up this opportunity to be your model… So he could spend his days with you while his dreams were filled with you during the night.

Finally the moment for his towel to be removed came and your hands shook as you reached for the fabric - his only cover from your eyes. His eyes watched you intensely, and you couldn’t help but notice the small blush on his cheeks as your hand made contact with the towel, the slightest pressure making his usually calm nerves suddenly become erratic. You suddenly cleared your throat before pulling the towel from his waist, tossing it behind you so as not to hide from the entire view of his body.

You didn’t really know what you’d been expecting. He was a tall young man, dark bedhead hair, long long legs that you felt went on forever, everything about him was relatively big… And his penis was no different. While the moment called for embarrassment, Kuroo was thankful he wasn’t sporting a hard on with your first viewing of all of him. But he knew the more you looked at it, the more self conscious he’d become about his size and his exposure.

Realizing the moment was becoming a bit more embarrassing than an artist needs to make it for their model, you stepped back, tilting your head this way and that to make sure everything looked in place. Everything. The assignment asked for an organic type of pose, not something completely robotic and mechanical looking. Sighing, you sat down and pulled the paper close to you, getting ready to work your magic. “Okay…. Tetsurou…” You called quietly, seeing his golden eyes trained on you still, “Don’t move.” You instructed, seeing his lips quirk in a small smirk before you were focused on getting his exact likeness in your drawing.

“This just looks absolutely awful…” You groaned into your hands after closing your journal. It’d been a whole week since he first came to pose for you, and almost every day since you’d worked endlessly on the art piece so it was absolutely perfect. You’d barely had any sleep, and you were wearing yourself almost completely ragged; Kuroo saw this, and not only felt enormously guilty for not being the perfect model, but also felt concerned over your dedication. Were you putting this much effort just because it was him? Or did you give this much of yourself in all of your pieces? When you both had reunited a little over a week ago, you’d spoken of the class as if it was something to laugh at, so he figured you’d just half ass it and turn it in…

He looked over at you, breaking his pose and seeing you visibly shaking. Kuroo integrally panicked before grabbing the towel to wrap around his waist and walk over to you. He took a seat next to you and let his right arm rest on the other side of your body as he nudged you with his shoulder, “No way - if you’re the artist, I’m sure it’s perfect!” He tried to encourage, but couldn’t really formulate what exactly he wanted to say. His left hand reached for the journal, but you slapped it away. His hand recoiled and he gave you a shocked expression, “What? I can’t even see it?”

You shook your head, “No. It’s completely just a mess… I can’t get your likeness at all.. Every time I try… It’s like my hand automatically reverts to cartoons and hard lines…” You whined, tossing your head back and feeling only a little surprise when the base of your head came into contact with his shoulder. You groaned and closed your eyes, “I think I’m just going to drop the class… Then I can take something better or easier - it’s just an elective anyway…” You muttered, your frown slowly turned into a pout and you crossed your arms over your chest; Now you were just being childish.

Kuroo smiled down at you, and before he could actually think about what he was doing… His lips were gently pressed against your pouting ones. You only tensed for a moment, having not expected him to make his move at this juncture of your struggling, but in the next second you were kissing him back. No one said anything, there was no apologies for inviting himself into your personal space, and there was no hesitation or rejection coming from your end. It’s almost as if the two of you just continued where you’d left off back in high school.

Only…. He was still naked.

You don’t know when or how this had happened; when you’d fallen for him all over again, so easily, without any fear. But you had. You’d always loved him, but falling in love with him all over again had definitely been an adventure for the both of you. An unexpected turn in your lives, two souls finding one another again after time apart. And you were completely positive your hearts and your souls would continue to find each other - no matter how many times the two of your separated.

The morning light streamed through your blinds right into your eyes, and you inhaled suddenly as you were pushed into the conscious world. You blinked a few times, holding your hand in the way of the sunlight so your eyes were thrown in the shade once more, trying to get your bearings. You closed your eyes again, feeling your body come into your senses once more, feeling soreness.

Soreness…

Your eyes snapped open and you sat up in your bed, looking down at your body as the sheet fell away to reveal your decorated skin. The decorations being hickies and bruises. You blinked, not understanding what it was you were currently seeing, not understanding what you’d just done with the person sleeping in the bed next to you…

Turning your head, you finally realized someone was sleeping next to you. As peaceful as ever, Kuroo slept while facing you, his left arm thrown out and resting over your waist while his other was bunched up under the pillow under his head, his lips were a little bruised and slightly parted; You could hear his steady breath as he continued to dream, his lips twitching into a serene smile now and then, and you wondered what it was he was dreaming about. Though, you had an idea of what it could be. His hair, as bedhead as it usually is, was actually pushed back from his face while he slept, making his expression look all the more relaxed with the new reveal of the right side of his face.

Something was running through your veins, and you reached over him as quietly and discreetly as you could to grab your sketching journal. Sitting back, keeping his arm on your waist, you focused all your energy into drawing his likeness into the paper; the only sound in the morning light being the scratching of your pencil on the paper, and yours and Kuroo’s combined breathing. Though, focusing so much on your drawing, you noticed you were holding your breath most of the time. Motivation wasn’t what pushed you - it wasn’t even inspiration… It was something more. Something stronger that pulled your hand over the paper, getting all his angles and gentle curves - every point in his messy hair to the very delicate curvature of his lips and eyelashes.

The final product was… There were no words for how not only perfect it’d come out, but for how the picture you’d drawn almost completely mirrored the peaceful man beside you. You placed your journal and drawing utensils off to the side of the bed, knowing your class wasn’t until later that day, before curling up in the blankets once more, scooting as close to Kuroo as you dared. But you didn’t have to worry about waking him up by getting too close, because once he’d felt you start to stir, he pulled you close to his body with the arm that was laying on you. You tensed just the slightest, waiting for some teasing remark from him or even some snarky confidence - but the only thing you heard was a content exhale. You closed your eyes and let your ear rest against his chest, hearing his heart beating strong in his chest. And you realized…

His heart beat matched yours - exactly. In every way possible. You felt connected to this man in more than just the physical sense. You felt it spiritually. You felt his soul entwining with yours, and you knew you could overcome anything as long as he was by your side.

Your teacher said you’d mastered the assignment.

Edit: So I realized after making the entire scenario that the request was for PHOTOGRAPHY!!!!!….. I done goofed!!!!! Uuughhh But I hope you like it, sweetheart!!! Please accept my apologies!!!! 

Sunshine came sweetly, softly through my window today. My eyes fluttered open, consciousness gently introducing itself to my mind. I swaddled myself in the covers, taking in that delicate predawn light coloring the sky a soft lavender. Watching a brilliant ray of sunshine, Life, himself, slide into view.  Just the sight of him drenched my senses, the little remembered delights seeping to the surface. His walk, as always, liquid smooth, perfectly delicious in an unkempt, natural style. His appearance so lusciously sleep-rumpled and dewy-eyed,  though negated by his straight shoulders and glamorous posture.  Oh, but he shined so brightly. He was that odd sort of perfection, wabi-sabi down to his sweet soul, a delicious delight of haphazardry and elegance. I was struck by a thought, that made sense, well if anything in this maddening, sadistic loop in which we were both embroiled had the audacity to make sense. Once there had to be a night when he was simply a star, perhaps he was the first one into the sky; maybe someone, maybe multitudes of someones, hung every hope, every wish, every dream they ever had on his beautiful limbs. Perhaps as that bright, brilliant star he knew his beauty. He knew that constellations lined the cathedral walls of his chest, the tranquil moon for a heart. The universe saw him become conceited in his glory, deciding to teach him a lesson, transforming him like the frog prince. Suppose that is why the universe loved playing these wicked games on he and I? Oh, gods, I wonder if he remembers that distant worship. If that is the reason he was so bright and vast and beautiful. Oh, but sunlight still flowed from his skin. He was, despite the universes meddling, still a magnificent symphony of stardust and love song, he was born to shine.  For some few fantastic moments, he was mine. My eyes follow his sweet and soft motion. His gliding step measured, steaming cup of coffee he held lovingly in both of his hands. I drank it all in, his beauty, his oddities, the way he scuffed the toe on his left boot every other step. Sighing I sit up slowly, tossing the covers back I kneel in front of the window sill. My elbows resting on its cold edge, cradling my chin in my palm, drumming my fingers like a besotted teenager. I miss him, I long to touch his face. I press my hand to the cool pane as he takes a long drink from his cup. The motion, showing me his partially open shirt, buttoned unevenly, his well-worn jeans slung low on his hips. I chuckle and sigh watching the chambray billow in his wake, the mother of pearl snaps shimmering in the low morning light. A breeze kicked up tousling his hair, giving me a glimpse of the little boy who still haunted his psyche. He stops to caress his horses face feeding it a piece of sweet apple. The other beasts becoming jealous nuzzle in for their portion. I revel in the simplicity of the morning, the route, the routine; measured, specific, but done with such loving care. I feel the cool breeze on my own cheeks, smell the soft sweet alfalfa, that warm lush coffee and organic scents of the barnyard. After sating the horses, willful wants he finishes his coffee in one long sighing drought and pouring the dregs onto the soft dirt next to his gloriously soft worn booted foot. He scoops sweet feed and corn with his now empty cup into a makeshift pocket he pulls into his shirt tails. He opens the door and enters his chicken coop. Tossing the feed for his flock, lovingly. He coos and talks to his little troupe, telling them how pretty they are. Telling them of all his little plans. He intends to bring in and raise his own bee hive, making sweet honey. He distributes all of that feed then scoops up his favourite hen Lucy up into his arms. She coos and cuddles into his arms, enjoying his attention. In this world at this moment there is a person kissing their baby on the head for the first time; some lucky duck is walking into a bakery, breathing in deeply that sweet and salty scent; dying their hair the color of flame; confessing… love… or… something; someone is winning… losing… something… everything. Me, well I am the luckiest of all, watching that being I love most in this stupid messed-up world be their quirky adorable self. He holds that sweet-faced chicken in his arms cooing and talking to it, reassuring it. The thing of it is the chicken nuzzles into him cooing and clucking gently back and suddenly, against my better judgment, I am jealous of poultry. The thrill of seeing him suddenly like this, beautiful but not new. Oh, I made my mind up a while ago, he was going to be mine, but for right now I would settle for a clucking hug. Time had passed, I have learned from how those long hours, minutes, years have unfolded us, our legacy, that the time to hesitate is through. I understand that unexpected things always have and always will happen in this universe. I realize that the only control I have is how I handle those whips and scorns. I decided then, a few years ago, that I will use the courage I have, the humor I need and as much grace as my odd self can muster to weather this voyage. I feel the pull, and I know that every opportunity has to be grasped. Never look for the easy way, no, looking for a door or ladder wastes valuable time when a window with a survivable tumble lay before me. I grab my hoodie and boots, levered the window open and climbed out onto the ledge, then gracelessly tumble to the ground. I walk to the coop, threading my fingers through the chicken wire. “It’s been a while.” His shoulders straighten and slowly he looks over to me, smiling broadly. “There you are. I have been wondering about you.  I thought you might have found someone else to haunt.” His voice a glorious deep, delightful rumble. A perfect storm of joy and naughtiness, I couldn’t help but get swept up in, the wind blew me his fresh scent and laughter. Oh, gods, the way it made me feel. I would follow him to the ends of the earth; to the end of time itself. “If only we were able to pick and choose when these little visits would happen, I mean there I was sleeping happily and boom there it was… you… my sleeping eyes drank you in all dashing and dorky and utterly charming in your delighted awkward grace.”  “So, I am dashing and dorky? Interesting combination.” He sighed his eyes raking over me, taking in every little change, new detail.  Honestly I had already done the same, the new scar above his right eye and the one along his collar bone drew my eye. “Wow, I mean it.  You are always like this welcomed breath as if I had been starved for oxygen while you were gone.  You look..”  He turned to me and Lucy gave me a look of indignation as I had interrupted her attention. “It has been so long, you never seem to change.  God, you are like a supernova, when I see you I can’t look away. Even here, your hair a mess, your eyes sleepy, attesting to your tale of being surreptitiously awoken by fate. I adore your every detail.”   He set Lucy on the ground and after shooting me a look she happily clucked away. He walked to the fence making me have to crane my neck to watch his face.  “Standing there as if it was the most natural thing in the world, in your hoodie and white nighty, unlaced boots, you burn far too bright for this wretched world.” He rubbed his fingers along my knuckles on the other side of the wire. The soft, tiny hairs on my skin lift, shivering from the sensation of air from his words caress my cheeks. I long for his open mouth against the pulse on my neck. He breathes out with a lazy smile, watching me, watching my pupils dilate knowing he’s triggered other places to ache for his attention. “God, you know I spend hours writing about you, trying to either convince myself you are real or that you live simply in my imagination.” He chuckles, the air breezes my face smelling of sweet coffee. “Sometimes you are all I can think of to write about. I write about you because I miss you. I write about you because I need you to exist in my world, you are all my keyboard can capture is a stark relief,”  He moves closer I stretch my fingers out to run along that scar at his collar bone, his skin was warm and soft.  “I sometimes write till I bleed and my heart leaks out through my eyes, drying on my cheeks.”  His longer fingers lace through the wire to run along my cheek “I don’t even have that as a comfort, I have the memories. I keep all of the little things you leave behind in a little box that I open at least two times a day. I inventory the items remembering that visit.” He laughs, opening the coop door; I ride the soft swinging motion setting my feet on the bottom rung, our frames only separated by the door, touching lightly through the chicken wire. “The barrette, that little note,” he kisses my finger. “The ribbon, the tiny candy wrapper paper crane” he steps out still face to face with me. “The broken lapel pin, the sea glass and shells,” he opens the door all the way, my back coming to rest against the side of the barn. “The ribbon choker and kitten bell,” I step off, and he swings the door shut stepping into me. “The earring, your tube of lipstick,” His face soft and gentle, his expression earnest and thrilling. “Every little keepsake in its place in that little wooden box. I know you are real, I know by how I miss you.” His soft lips separated, his glorious green eyes heavy-lidded and seeking. “But I would trade anything to keep you for longer than a precious few minutes.” He kissed me, soft and sweet. We loved the best way possible in those glorious seconds that the universe threw Life, himself, and me together, always with a touch of madness, he loved me reckless. ..