#Now I am super scared on monday I hope they don’t bring that up again

[dashingwishes]

This whole day was a lot

an earthquake,

no interview,

rude phone call,

& worse of all my dream about Mingyu was interrupted.

[samstrugglingwithlife]

S/O Flinching And Raising Their Arms In Self Defence Due To Past Trauma

Genre: Angst with a good ending, hurt & comfort

Warning: Trauma, anxiety and fear. Heavy topic. Freaking Long ass.

Character(s): Tsukishima, Kuroo, Oikawa

A/N: I should’ve written this one sooner but my own circumstances got to me. I hope this gives you some form of relief and anyone who has these traumas or fears, it is best to seek help either professionally or from someone you trust the most. I am here and my inbox and private messages are always open if anyone ever needs to talk.

TSUKISHIMA

I feel like being as observant as he is, Tsukishima will notice how you react to your parents the few times he has been over to your house. He'd see how you flinch, yelp when they raise their voices, he even noticed your arms twitching as if they are ready to come up and hide your face. He saw everything but never said anything.

Sometimes he'd forget that things are rough at home because whenever you are with your boyfriend, you're always happy and cheerful; You forget all the things bothering you, even when he doesn't exactly put any effort, he just stays next to you.

It was a date like any other date, the two of you were hanging out at a nearby bakery after school, sharing a dessert and drinking your tea and milkshakes. You kept looking at your phone and fidgeting, your leg shaking impatiently; you weren't really paying attention to anything Tsukki was saying, lost in your own troubling thoughts.

Midway through his conversation, he noticed that you weren't paying attention and were lost in your own thoughts with a troubling expression on your face.

Tsukishima frowned as he noticed you fidgeting, "Y/n?" he called out your name. When you didn't respond, he called your name again. You didn't respond even when he called out your name several times.  

He raised his arm and brought it close to your face and snapped his fingers. You flinched and yelped, suddenly bringing your arms up to cover your face. You were quivering in fear. As soon as he saw panic in your eyes, Tsukishima reels back his arm and instantly appears by your side. "Y/n?" He asks as gently as he could, trying his best to hide the shaking of his own voice.

Luckily, there were only a few patrons other than you two in the bakery, so there wasn't a lot of eyes on you guys. 

Listen, Tsukki is also a teen, he wouldn't know how to handle the situation, but I'll be damned if he doesn't try to help you out to the best of his abilities.

He read somewhere that to help someone with anxiety attacks,  its best to remain as calm as possible; he had never felt more grateful to a small fact he had read so fleetingly. 

Tsukki rubs your back soothingly; "Hey, you know I won't hurt you, right?" he tries to keep his voice as gentle possible, making sure that you don't hear the slight panic in his voice.

He sticks by you until you calm down, he makes you sip your drink, and when you finally settle down, he sits back on his spot, making sure to keep his hands out of view.

"I'm sorry..." you apologise, not looking him in the eye. Tsukishima sighs, "It's okay Y/n. This isn't your fault, but you need to tell me what happened," he asks you.

Reluctantly, you tell him how your parents use violence as a form of discipline and punishment; you explain to him that they do not listen to you at all and say a lot of harsh words without a second thought.

To say he was mad was an understatement, Tsukishima was seething, but for your sake, he suppressed the anger from showing on his face. He listened and listened, and with each terrible thing you told him, his heart grew heavier.

When you had nothing more to say, as gently as he could, without a word, he reaches out and holds your hand across the table, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb on the back of your hand.

"Honestly," he begins. "I don't know what to say... What's supposed to be an appropriate reaction to all of this".

"I'm angry, I am furious, I hate what I'm feeling..." he tells you. "Are you angry at me?" you ask. He looks at you as if you've offended him, "No, I'm not mad at you at all. None of this is your fault. I'm mad at your family. I hate them".

Tsukishima squeezes your hand affectionately and with sympathy as you blink away your tears. "What's been bothering your today?" he asks gently, nodding towards your phone. "My mom's mad at me for some reason..." you tell him.

"Do you want to stay at my place tonight?" he asks, you shake your head, "My mom will lose it and she's already super mad right now". Tsukishima thinks for a bit before saying, "Do you want me to stay with you tonight?" 

He sees you perk up and smiles, "I'll stay at your place tonight, cool?" you nod excitedly, "Thank you!"

He orders you another dessert before walking home with you.

KUROO

Kuroo had no idea of the past you tried to forget and hide from everyone. The two of you met as interns at the same workplace, and because you guys clicked with each other so well, it wasn't long until you two became lovers.

If young Kuroo was super intuitive and observant, then imagine how perceptive he would be when he's all grown up and experienced. 

You've never told him about your abusive parents, but he had some idea that there were some traumas in your past that you were unwilling to discuss. He figured that you hated being yelled at and didn't deal well with intimidating people. He's seen you with superiors, you get nervous and antsy when you're doing a task because you're scared to make a mistake, you also stumble over your words in front of the boss, and sometimes just avoid overall confrontation.

He's never said anything. He figured that if you're not willing to share this with him, then you must have a reason. He does, however, always speaks to you in a gentle tone, he never loses his patience with you and tries to never show you the angry side of him, if it isn't directed at you.

But he only human, after all, and sometimes somethings can get the best of anyone. One of the employees, who worked as your's and his junior, had made a major mistake in a very important document; the deadline was right around the corner, and there was very little time to fix the problem. 

It was Friday evening, and you two had just arrived home after work when Kuroo received the e-mail from the said employee. As he read the mail over and over, his temper began to rise.

"Babe, are you okay?" you ask and place your hand on his back, soothingly, as he rakes his hand through his hair. "Fucking HELL!" he suddenly yelled and threw his phone on the couch. With a scared scream, you reeled back and raised your arms to cover your ears with your hands. 

He snaps out of his anger as soon as he sees your reaction; within seconds, he is by your side. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" you're chanting with your eyes screwed shut, ears covered and body hunched over. 

Kuroo wraps his arms around you and brings your face against his chest, "Baby, I am sorry! I shouldn't have raised my voice," he says. You tremble in his hold, crying silently, "I'm sorry!"

Kuroo's heart wrenches in his chest, "Why are you apologising? I should be the one! I am so sorry Y/n, I shouldn't have yelled like that," he apologises. "Even though I knew you don't like loud sounds, I still-" he sighs, frustrated with himself, "I'm sorry..."

You pull away from his chest and look up at him, your eyes still wet and fresh tears threatening to spill, "I-I know you didn't yell at me. I shouldn't have reacted like that..." you say with a shaky voice. "I know you would never hurt me, I'm sorry".

That night, the two of you laid in bed and talked about everything and nothing at all. When you tried to tell him of the past, he stopped you, "Maybe next time..." he said. "I don't want you to revisit those memories right now".

As the two of you snuggle with each other, and you slowly drift off to sleep you can bearly hear the words that Kuroo says to you, "I'll always keep you safe, Y/n. I promise".

You slept without nightmares that night.

Also, extra, but the employee that messed up got an earful in the men's room on Monday, one place where Kuroo knew you wouldn't hear him lose his cool. Angry Kuroo may be hot to the general population (at least, those who found him attractive anyway) but ask that rookie, he had never wanted to die more than in that moment he was getting an earful.

OIKAWA

You had been dating Oikawa since you guys were young, since highschool. He had helped you get through all the tough times and knew what you feared and your trauma. 

He had always been careful not to raise his voice or speak with malice in front of you; he even made sure that Iwaizumi didn't resort to violence in front of you, and that Kyoutani stayed far far far away from you.

Surprisingly, there was no incident or episode outside of your home; but that also meant that he had never seen the extent your trauma and how it affects you.

When you guys were teens, he made you a promise that he will take you away from your toxic home and give you a life without worry and fear. He had kept his vow, and as soon as you two graduated, he helped you get admission in a university in Argentina, and you two moved out of Japan, never to look back on your terrible home and family.

Sometimes, when a long time passes, people tend to forget the promises of the past; the same had happened with Oikawa. Obviously, this didn't mean that he loved you any less, it was just that somehow as life went on that old promise from his young days buried itself in the back of his mind.

Oikawa was getting ready to leave for practice; you were following him around, reminding him of some things he needed to bring on his way home.

"Tooru, we're out of milk". Oikawa smiles, "Okay, babe, got it". "We don't have butter- you dropped your sock- and grapes". Oikawa sighed, slightly irritated, "Okay, Y/n," he mumbled. "Tooru, you're forgetting your sunscreen," "Yep, Thanks". "Put the dirty clothes in the laundry," "Done". "The neighbours wanted to have dinner, I'm gonna tell them we're going, okay?" "Cool, cool".

"You got some mail from the bank, you have to check it". "Will do it when I come back". "Also-" Oikawa growled, "Also what?!" he said annoyed. He didn't notice you flinch, "You've been nagging me about dumb shit all morning!" He turns his glare towards you, "I Just need ONE FUCKING MORNING TO MYSLEF!" as soon as he raises his voice, you stumble backwards and cover your face with your arms. 

The moment he sees you recoil, he is reminded of the promise he made way back. Oikawa is filled with guilt and instantly reaches for you, he feels so much pain when you flinch and move away as he tries to touch you.

Very slowly, he reaches for you again, placing his hand on your arm covering your face. He sighs in relief when you allow him to lower your arm, but he is soon feeling even more guilty when he sees hot tears streaming down your eyes."Y/n, baby I am so sorry," he almost whispers, afraid that you'll reel back if he dares make a sound any louder than a whisper.

"I shouldn't have yelled at you like that, I-I am so so so sorry Y/n, baby," he apologises and pulls you into a hug and allows you to cry into his chest.

He doesn't care if your tears are soaking through his jersey or he is getting deadly late for practice; his first priority is you. "I'm sorry!" you sob, old habit resurfacing after so long.

Oikawa gently moves you back and softly cups you cheeks, wiping away your tears with his thumbs, "Baby, please don't say sorry. I should be sorry! You were only doing your job".

You nod, wiping your tears and gently pushing his chest, "You're getting late," you tell him, your voice sounding wet, a sob threatening to break out at any moment. Oikawa pulls you back into the hug, "Screw that for now," he kisses the top of your head, "I can't leave you like this".

It doesn't take you long to calm down (Oikawa tried to make you laugh, "Y/n-chan! Punch me! You can kick the living shit outta me, I won't say anything, I promise! I deserve it anyway!"). Oikawa holds you close, rubbing your arms with his hands, "And?" he asks. "And?" you raise your brow, "What do you mean 'and'?"

Oikawa smiles awkwardly, guiltily, "You were going to say something before I decided to act like a dickhead". "Oh that!" "Yeah," he confirms.

"I was going to say, 'and I love you, take care'". Oikawa's face contorts with pain, guilt filling through his veins, he pulls you into a tight hug, "I love you too... Y/n- shit! I am so sorry!" You smile into the hug, "I forgive you".

"Fuck practice! let's do it!" "Get out". "Y/n-chan so mean!" 

[fan-imagines]

Billy Hargrove~Roofied

Billy x FemReader

Synopsis - You and Billy get into an argument on the way to a party. At the party, you go your separate ways, only reuniting when you are drugged by a classmate. 

Word Count - 4.1k+

**Warnings** drugging, mentions of sexual assault, violence, underage drinking

- Requested By - @peakascum​

A.N. So sorry this request took so long. Also sorry about how long it’s been since i posted. I have an insane amount of school and work full time, so i hardly have time to write. I appreciate the constant support people have shown to this page. It means a lot :)

p.s. i hope i did your request justice @peakascum​ 

p.s.s. in the gif, just focus on him gripping the steering wheel lol

‘’Do we really have to talk about this now? Come on, Y/n.’’ Billy and I are on our way to another one of Tommy’s parties. I don’t even want to go, but Billy had originally wanted me to, and had already told half the school that we would both be there. Now I’m obligated to show up. I just asked Billy about something that had happened at the last night at the party we were at.  

I take a sip of my drink as I walk throughout the party. I lost Billy a few minutes ago, as I went to refill my cup. I make it to the main hot spot of the party, which is the backyard. I appreciate the breath of fresh air I inhale as I continue to walk. I finally spot Billy, standing near the pool, with only his jeans on. His shirt is nowhere to be seen. There is some random girl next to him, holding his arm, which makes me feel warm, as anger fills me, which is most likely the booze in my system.  

I begin to make my way over to him, but I stop myself so I can see how he reacts. She whispers something to him, and he laughs. He nods as she walks away from him, and I think that maybe she is done hanging on him, but she pulls of her shirt and jumps into the pool. She comes back up and motions for Billy to join her. I hold my breath, praying he doesn’t oblige, but her does. I down the rest of my drink. Now I make my way towards him.  

‘’Billy!’’ I shout. He looks up at me, and pulls himself out of the pool.  

‘’What, Y/n? You’re always nagging.’’

‘’I wouldn’t have to nag if you didn’t let bimbos hang out you like flies to sh*t.’’

‘’Whatever.’’ He walks away from me, and I let him, not really wanting to hash this out, as I am now suddenly aware of the amount of people around me. I avoid him the rest of the night, and ride home with Nancy.

That was all yesterday; there was a party on Friday. Today is supposed to be an even bigger party because today is Saturday, and that’s how it goes here in Hawkins. I haven’t talked to Billy since this all happened yesterday, but I wanted to bring it up now. Mostly because I was drunk, and I shouldn’t have gotten so worked up.

‘’Why can’t we do this now? We haven’t talked since last night.’’

‘’Yeah, and I wonder what that reason is.’’

‘’Hey, this is not only my fault. You know how it makes me feel when there are always girls all over you, Billy. I’ve told you many times before.’’

‘’Yeah, yeah, I know. I just don’t understand why you get so upset over that. I didn’t do anything with those girls. You were right there, and you saw me do nothing, right? Okay, then.’’ He grips the steering wheel harder, trying to stay calm.^^^ I noticed he did this a lot when we first started dating, and he would have to deal with his dad more often than now.  

‘’You have no right to say that to me, knowing how you are. You practically put any guy that comes near me in a coffin.’’

‘’That’s because I know these guys’ intentions.’’ He says, quickly turning to look at me, before continuing back at the road. He is driving faster now, but not too fast to make me nervous. We’re only a few minutes from the party now, and I anxiously await it's come to so I can take a breather. And get a drink.  

‘’And I know these girls’ intentions. Come on, Billy. I’m not stupid.’’

‘’You are if you think that I would do anything with these girls.’’

‘’Well, you don’t make it seem that you don’t.’’ I say and put my head down.

‘’Come on, Y/n. Don’t actually be stupid.’’

‘’How would I know, huh, Billy?’’

‘’God, maybe if I did go with them, they wouldn’t bother me so much. You never give it a rest. I never get any peace with you Y/n.’’ My face falls, and I don’t even feel like arguing anymore. I look over to Billy, but his face doesn’t falter. He just continues to grip the steering wheel until we make it to the party. We pull up and he quickly pulls up next to the yard to park the Camaro.  

‘’I’m, uhm, gonna go find Nancy and Steve.’’ I say in a quiet voice.

‘’Of course, you are.’’ He gets out of the car, and slams the door harder than I was expecting, which makes me flinch from the sound. I feel like crying from the words he said to me, but I ignore the feeling of tears swelling in my eyes, and get out of the car.  

I make my way into the house, needing to find a drink. I quickly find one of the many kegs, and fill my solo with the liquid. I down the whole cup, and fill it again before walking away to find Nancy and Steve.  

I walk around, not seeing anyone I know well enough to talk to. Across the room, I see Nancy standing the corner, slightly swaying to the music blasting throughout the house. I go over to her, getting run into and hit on the way over, but I sigh with relief once I am standing in front of her and she is smiling at me.  

‘’Hey, Y/n!’’ She says to me, in a very cheery voice.

‘’Hi, Nance.’’ I say, trying to mask my sadness, but I don’t do too good of a job, cause her face immediately scrunches in confusion.

‘’Wait, Y/n, what’s wrong?’’ She grabs my arm in endearment.

‘’I just got into it with Billy right before coming here. I'll be fine. I just want to drink, and forget about it for now.’’

‘’Oh, okay. I’m sorry.’’  

‘’It’s alright. Where’s Steve?’’ I ask, needing to change the subject from me.  

‘’He went to go get us both drinks.’’ As she finishes her sentence, Steve is handing her cup of whatever drink he found. ‘’Speak of the devil.’’

‘'Hey, Y/n.’’ Steve smiles to me. He wraps his arm around Nancy’s shoulder, and pulls her close.  

‘’Hi, Steve.’’

‘’I assume Billy is doing a keg-stand somewhere?’’ He chuckles. I shrug, and lightly smile.

‘’Knowing him, probably.’’ I see Nancy nudge him in the side, signaling for him to shut up about Billy. He looks visibly confused, but doesn’t question it.  

We talk a little more, about the exam we have on Monday in Mr. Lazinski’s class, and about how last night’s party was insane because of the pool jumping that happened at the end.  

‘’Yeah, so I ended up being pushed in by Steve, but I grabbed his arm so he fell in with me.’’ Nancy laughs as she tells me. I laugh too, being able to picture the look on both of their faces as they fell into the water. I go to respond, but I am stopped by Nancy’s squeal. ‘’I love this song.’’ It’s Super Freak by Rick James.

‘’Come on, dance with me.’’ Steve pulls her away, and I smile as I watch them go away. My smile slowly falters as I think back to my situation with Billy. Does he not want to be with me? That can’t be true. He said I bother him, so maybe he would be okay if we weren’t together anymore. I’m pulled out of my thoughts when someone taps my shoulder. I turn and see one of my friends from my physics class, Johnny.  

‘’Hi, Johnny. How’s it going?’’

‘’Going good. Sorry I tapped you. I called your name, but I guess you didn’t hear me. How come you aren’t with Billy?’’ I sigh, once again thinking about Billy.

‘’He, uhm, he went to go find Tommy and Carol. Probably to commend them on the party.’’ I don’t know him well enough to spill out all my problems.  

‘’Oh, okay. Do you want a refill?’’ He asks me, gesturing to my semi-empty cup. I nod to him.

‘’Yeah, sure. That would be nice. Thank you.’’ I smile to him and hand him my cup. He takes my cup from me and walks away. He’s back in a few seconds with a drink that’s different than what I had the first time. Instead of the color being red, it’s now a dark purple, and it’s fizzing a little. Hmm, maybe they had to make more. I thank Johnny for the drink and take a sip. It's gross, so it’s probably a lot stronger. There’s also not as much, so I assume it’s supposed to be taken like a shot. I came for the free booze anyway, so down the hatch. I quickly down it, and I see Johnny smile. I assume it’s because I took it like a champ. He walks away from me, but I feel too buzzed to even care. I look around the party and see Steve and Nancy still dancing.

~~~~

A few minutes pass by, and I feel worse and worse. My head is spinning and feels like it's being pounded into, my throat is on fire, and my limbs feel like they’re going numb. Like I could fall at any second. My mind starts to feel hazy, and I can’t think about anything. I feel woozy, not tired, just very out of it. There’s no way that drink was that strong, or took affect that quickly for me to feel like this. There is a hand on my waist, and I sigh, assuming it’s Billy, regardless of how we left off. I turn to the face, but I am met with Johnny’s instead.  

He wraps his arm around my waist, and begins to pull me away. My mind screams for me to stay put, suddenly feeling very scared, but my body follows involuntarily. I have almost no control.

‘’Where’s Billy? I wantt to go home, nowww.’’ I slur as Johnny helps me up the stairs, but more like drags me up them.  

‘’Shh, shh, shh.’’ He hushes me, and opens the door to one of the various rooms in this house. He leads me to a bed, and sits me down. I fall, laying on the bed now, as my body seems too tired to even stay sitting straight. I feel so tired, but I don’t want sleep. I want Billy.  

I feel hazy, and not in control of any aspect of my body or my movements. I can feel my shirt being taken off, but I'm not doing it.  

‘’Bil-Billy.’’ I whisper incoherently.  

‘’Shh, shh, shh. Don’t worry. He shouldn’t disturb us.’’

~~Nancy’s POV~~

‘’Hey, wait, Steve? Where did Y/n go?’’ I ask Steve over the loud music. I looked to where she was, and I didn’t see her anymore.  

‘’I don’t know. Maybe she went to go find Billy, or something?’’ I shake my head, knowing better than that. Y/n would have come over and told us that she was leaving. Especially if it was to Billy, because of their fight. She wouldn’t just walk away. I have a bad feeling my gut.

‘’I don’t know, Steve. I think something is wrong. She wouldn’t just leave. She’s never done that.’’ I walk away from him, and go over to where she was previously. I try to think back to if I saw her speaking to anyone. I rack my brain, but I can’t think of anyone besides the kid in our physics class, Johnny, that was talking to her for a moment.

‘’Wait, Nancy. What’s wrong? Why are you worked up over it?’’

‘’It’s just that I have this awful feeling in my stomach, Steve. I don’t know. I just feel weird. Can you go find Billy, please? And quickly Steve. I’m worried.’’ His face seems to understand the severity of my tone, and he nods. I walk away, and start looking through the people in the house.  

I make my way around the open part of the house, not finding her anywhere. I decide I should check the rooms. I open the door to one, and I see a pair of teens making out on the bed.  

‘’Oh, uhm, so sorry.’’ I close the door quickly, feeling awkward for walking in on them. I dismiss that, remembering that I am looking for Y/n. I check another two rooms, and turn up with nothing. I wish that Steve and Billy would come back so I can have some help trying to find Y/n.

Maybe she’s fine. Maybe I'm overreacting. Maybe she just went to find Billy, they made up, and they got caught in each other.  

I almost give it the benefit of the doubt, then I open up the last door in the back of the house. I see Y/n laying under Johnny, half naked. I audibly gasp in fright, turning his attention to me. He backs away from Y/n and runs out the door. I follow him with my eyes, my jaw laying open, not totally understanding what is happening.  

I turn my attention back to Y/n, seeing her still laying on the bed. She hasn’t moved at all. I walk to her, confused. My eyes widen in panic when I see that her eyes aren’t open. She’s unconscious.  

‘’Y/n? Y/n!’’ I shake her, trying to get any type of response from her, but I get none. She doesn’t budge, and my panic sets in even more. ‘’Y/n!’’ I shout again, trying one more time to wake her up. I run out of the room, to find Billy, or anyone that can help me. I see Steve, and I run to him.  

‘’Whoa, whoa. What’s wrong, Nance? You’re crying.’’ He rushes over to me, and I can tell by his face that the look of mine isn't good.  

‘’Did you find Billy? There’s something wrong with Y/n. I think Johnny did something to her.’ I cry.  

‘’What! Where?’’ I run to the room with Steve hot on my heels. He runs to her side, and cups her face. He lightly taps her to not hurt her, and she shouts her name to get her to wake up.

‘’Steve, what do we do?’’

‘’I saw Billy, I told him we were looking for him, but he brushed me off. He was going outside to say bye to Tommy. Go get him, Nance.’’ He tells me in a semi-calm voice. I quickly stand up and run out of the room again.  

I run into him in a few seconds, and I shout his name.

‘’Billy!’’ I grab his arm to get him to look at me.  

‘'What? Why are you guys both so wigged out? Can you calm down?’’ He scoffs and shrugs my hand off of him. I feel a lump form in my throat.  

‘’Come with me. I think that she was drugged. She’s in the last room.’’ His eyes widen, and he runs to the room, pushing past the people that are in his way.

~~Billy’s POV~~

The only thoughts that are running through my mind are where is Y/n? Is she okay? Is she safe? What happened? I shove people out of my way, needing to get to her. Needing to find her. Needing to make sure she is okay. I know that there is music playing, and that there are people everywhere, but I hear no noise. All the noise is cancelled out in my ears.  

I barge into the room that Nancy alluded to, and I see Y/n laying on the bed. Her head rests in Steve’s lap, and she’s barely conscious. I run to her and take Steve's spot.  

‘’Y/n! Y/n, what happened, baby? Holy sh*t! What? What? What do we do? What do I do?’’ I grab at my hair, feeling fear and stress starting to take over my body and my thoughts. What do I do? What the h*ll do I do?

‘’Biii-’’ She starts, but she makes no other sounds.  

‘’Billy, we have got to do something. The longer whatever is in her system, the worse she will get. She has to get rid of it. I just barely got her conscious, and she can’t do much.’’ Steve tells me. I try to tune out everything, and think. I think about anything and everything that could possibly help me. She was drugged, probably from a drink she had. She has to get it out of her system, and fast. She has to get rid of it.  

‘’Help me.’’ I gesture to Steve, and I pick up Y/n. Her head lulls to the side, and I make sure it has support. I walk with her to the bathroom, with Steve’s help. I lean her over the toilet bowl, making sure that no part of her is touching it. I don’t know what these people do in these bathrooms.  

‘’What are you doing?’’ Nancy asks me.  

‘’I have to make her throw up whatever it was that she took. It needs to be gone.’’ She nods in understanding, but puts her hand on her mouth in disbelief.  

‘’Nancy, call an ambulance.’’ Steve says. She nods again and runs away to find a phone to use. I stop focusing on them and worry about my Y/n. I take a deep breath, and let it out, regretting what I'm about to have to do.

‘’Oh, God. I’m so sorry, baby. Open her mouth for me?’’ Steve lightly grabs her chin and pulls it open so I can fit my fingers through. I use my two fingers, and hesitantly put my fingers down her throat. She gags, but nothing happens or comes up. I take a deep breath, but I hold it as I push my fingers down farther. She gags again before her stomach contents are released. She coughs and continues to vomit. She seems more conscious, but she is still very out of it.  

Once she seems through, as nothing comes up when she gags, I pick her up again and carry her to the bed. Nancy runs back into the room.

‘’They’re here.’’ An EMT and a police officer both walk into the room.  

‘’She already filled us in. Let us get in here, please, boys. Go ahead and clear out for me.’’ I shake my head in protest.  

‘’I’m not leaving.’’

‘’I’m sorry, but I need to ask you three some questions.’’

‘’No, I can’t leave her. Not again.’’ I say.  

‘’I’m sorry. I know you’re worried, but I need to get in here and make sure your girl is alright. I can’t help her or check on her if I’m talking to you. I promise, we’ll take care of her.’’ The EMT tells me, slightly calming my nerves. I nod reluctantly, and Steve and I are ushered out of the room.  

I see that the party has cleared out, and the only people still here are the ones who couldn’t get away, and the owner of the house, also being questioned by an officer.  

I look around at the people, and I see Johnny standing in one of the corners. I push past the officer in front of me and run to him. I punch him square in the face, with most of my strength. He doesn’t fall, but he staggers a good bit.  

‘’Whoa, what the h*ll was that for?’’

‘’You know d*mn well.’’ I say as I punch him again, this time, making him fall. I quickly drop on top of him and hit him two more times before two officers are pulling me off. There is one pulling Johnny back to, probably so can’t reach him and hit him again. ‘’It’s him. He did it. He’s the one that drugged my, baby girl.’’

‘’Oh, come on.’’ He scoffs. I try to get at him again, but the police hold me back.  

‘’It was you, you a**shole!’’

‘’Come with me.’’ the officer escorts Johnny away, good for him.

‘’Excuse me, Y/n is talking about someone named, Billy?’’ One of the EMT’s comes out of the room. I turn and walk quickly back to where she is. She is still laying down, but she’s conscious.  

~~Y/n’s POV~~

I look up when I hear Billy’s voice. I’m still groggy and gross, but at least I can move. I blink a few times and watch him walk to me. I don’t remember really anything that happened after Steve and Nancy went for a dance to now when Billy walked into the room.  

‘’B.’’ He cups my face and leans over me.  

‘’Be careful, she’s not fully recovered yet. She should be okay, you getting those drugs out of her system helped a lot. We’re going to take you to the hospital, just to be sure, since you are underage. We’ve contacted your parents through your other friends. We’ll be taking you now, you’re welcome to ride with us.’’ One of the men says to me. I nod, and they put me on the gurney and walk her out to the ambulance.

~~~~

It's later in the night now, almost two in the morning. My parents came, my mom cried, my dad scolded me for drinking, but they were overall not mad at me. Billy was by my side the whole time, in the ambulance, throughout my check-up, and now.  

I reassured my parents it was okay if they went home since they both have to work super early in the morning. I promised them I was okay, and they were super reluctant to go, and they promised to make it up to me later in the week. This is the first time that me and B have been alone.  

He sits across from my bed, and I turn to him when I hear sniffling. I cross my brows in confusion and try to see any part of his face.  

‘’B?’’ He looks up quickly before looking back down. ‘’Billy, come here.’’ He slowly gets up and stands next to my bed, but I still can’t see his face, as he is hiding it from me. ‘’B, look at me.’’ I lift his chin to meet my eyes, and I see tears wetting his cheeks. ‘’What’s wrong?’’

‘’What do you mean? Y/n, you got-you were-you.’’ He can’t even finish his sentence.

‘’I know.’’

‘’It’s my fault Y/n. I did this to you.’’

‘’No, you didn’t B. You saved me.’’

‘’No, I didn’t. Nancy and Steve did. I didn’t even know this was happening. I let this happen to you when I was hanging out with Tommy and Carol. I don’t even like Tommy that much. I yelled at you before the party. I told you that you bother me. I said that I never have peace. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean nay of it. I’m so sorry, Y/n. I’m sorry, baby.’’

‘’It’s okay. I know that you didn’t mean it. I get worked up too easily, and I need to do better but, Billy, you didn’t do this. I was with Steve and Nance. I was okay. And then I was stupid and took the drink from Johnny.’’

‘’No, no, no. Don’t put this back on yourself. Johnny did this. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there. I should have never left you for that long by yourself. I’m so, so sorry.’’

‘’I know, B. But’s it’s not your fault either. Please don’t blame yourself.’’ He looks down and lets the final tear fall down. I wipe the tear away, and he looks at me.  

‘’I’m sorry, Y/n.’’

‘’I know, Billy. And I forgive you, but you did nothing. I forgive for the fight, and I hope you will do the same for me. But, please don’t beat yourself up. Please.’’ He nods and grabs my hand.  

‘’And I forgive you for our petty fight.’’ I lightly smile and he brings my hand up to his face. I pull him into a hug, the best I can with the wires and things hooked up to me. I put my hand in his hair, which always seems to calm him in any situation. He sighs into my embrace, and I pull away. He pulls me into him, kissing my lips softly.  

He pulls away after a few seconds, and rests his forehead on mine.  

‘’I love you, Y/n/’’

‘’I love you too, Billy. So much.’’ He smiles at me again. I scoot over on the bed to make some room for him to lay next to me. He pulls me over to him, so my head lays on his chest. His heartbeat and soft breathing lure me to a deep sleep.  

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HOW TO LOVE (Marcus Pike x Reader)

HOW TO LOVE

Marcus Pike x Reader  

Summary: After a year being broken up with your ex, you move into a studio appartment just outside of Washington D.C. for a fresh start. You best friend gets your a job at the prestigious art museum he runs, and you have an encounter with someone you recognize.

Warning: None

Words: 3471

Author's Note: Surprise!!! AHH first chapter for How To Love! I’m excited for this one! I hope you guys in enjoy it! Let me know if you want to be on the tag list for this or the on main! Also if you asked and I didn’t put you in, I’m sorry, please remind me!

- K 

Chapter 1

“Alright, this was the last one in the truck,” Your father says as he sets the container on the ground next to the others. Your father had helped you pack up and move your belongings from your hometown in Virginia to an apartment complex that was just outside of Washington D.C.  

“Thanks, Dad.” You were grateful for his help.

“Do you want me to stay and help you unpack?” He was looking at the large boxes and containers piled on top of each other in the middle of your small studio apartment.

“No, that’s okay. I got it.” You smile slightly.

“You gonna be alright?” He says stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans.

You sigh, “I think so…” you turn your head to look around your small apartment. “I’m a little nervous, but I needed to do this...you know, move away from town and start fresh.”

“I know you do. If you ever need anything, your mother and I are a call away and a 45-minute drive.” He reassures you.

“Thank you, Dad. I love you.” You walk towards him, hugging him.

Your father wraps his arms around you, planting a kiss on your head. “I love you too. Call me if you need anything, yeah” He says, pulling away from you. You nod at him.

You both walk over to your front door. He opens it, stepping outside.

“Bye, Dad! Drive safe!” You call out as he walks down the steps and onto the walkway. You stand by the second-floor railing, looking down as he walks to his truck. He turns his body, looking up at you, giving you a wave. You watch him get into his truck, he honks, signaling a goodbye as he drives out of the parking lot.

You go back into your apartment shutting the door. You lean back against it, taking everything in. It was your first time truly living alone. You had spent years living with your ex in your hometown. He treated you terribly. You were constantly on-again, off-again with him. He had cheated on you a few times. You tried your hardest to make things work with him.

One day he decided that he was done with you, breaking things off and kicking you out of your shared apartment. You being a grown adult had to move back in with your parents. You spent a year in a tough place mentally, you decided you needed to get out of town and move somewhere else, have a fresh start, a clean slate. You needed more than what your hometown gave you.

Your best friend Elliot lived in D.C. working as a museum director at a prestigious art museum. He had offered you a job at the museum and even helped set you up with an apartment. You were nervous being on your own, but you knew you needed this time to grow as an individual.

You pushed yourself off the door, walking further into the open space. You stand there staring at all the boxes and containers. Your apartment was small. Only livable for two people, but it was perfect, and it was yours.

“Alright, let’s get to it.”

You had spent several hours getting things unpacked and organizing. You had managed to build your bed frame and set up your bed near the long and large windows. You placed your clothes into the narrow closet, set up your toiletries in the bathroom, and put kitchen appliances away. You needed to stock up your cabinets and fridge with food, so you decided to head to the grocery store.

You headed to the store in your pj’s. After your dad left, you had changed into something comfortable. You wore a worn-out Star Wars t-shirt, sweatpants, and your pink bunny slippers. You didn’t care if you rolled up to the grocery store like this. No one knew you and you knew one.

As you enter the grocery store and grab a shopping cart, your phone rings. You set your bag in the child seat, pulling out your phone. You looked at the caller ID, it was Elliot. You pick up the call, placing your phone against your ear, your other hand grabbing a hold of the cart’s handle.

“Hello?” you said, as you maneuver your cart around and in through the aisle.

“Hey! How’s it going? Do you make it to your apartment okay?” Elliot greets you.

“Hi, El…” you smile, “Yeah I did. My dad helped me out. We piled all my crap in the back of his truck. He drove it down, while I drove my car with the rest of my crap in it. I’m grocery shopping right now. The apartment is great by the way! Thank you for everything. Helping me get this apartment and setting me up with a job. I appreciate it. I can’t thank you enough” you say, picking up several Cup Noodles, tossing them into the cart.

“Of course! Don’t worry about it. That piece of shit put you through so much, you deserve to start fresh and to thrive! Maybe in D.C., you’ll find yourself a new guy…”

You scrunch up your face at what he said “Ehhh I don’t know about that…'' You traveled down the aisle picking up different snacks, foods, and drinks off the shelf.

He tries to encourage you, “You’ve been single for a while now. You should try to put yourself out there, meet some people.”

“I don’t know… I just don’t think I’m ready yet. He messed me up pretty bad, Elliot. I’m scared to get back into dating, you know?” you say sadly.

“And you have every right to feel that way, but not everyone is going to be like him. You’ll find the right person for you. It doesn’t hurt to try, but wherever you’re ready, I say go for it. Who knows, maybe you’ll run into someone in the grocery store.”

“Haha very funny, '' you say sarcastically, but you could help but laugh.

“Alright, I gotta run. I just wanted to check up on you. I’ll let you get back into shopping, but just a reminder, you to start work Monday, bright and early at 7:00 AM sharp.”

“Okay, I’ll see you then, love you.”

“I love you too! Bye!”

“Bye” you pull the phone away from your face, hanging up, and placing it back in your bag. You continued to shop. The majority of your cart was filled with your comfort junk foods, a few fruits and vegetables, and canned foods.

You knew the change of living in a new area and apartment was going to be different and a bit of getting used to. You wanted to have your favorite things to bring you some sense of joy and ease...and alcohol. Yes, you need to get a bottle.

You were turning the corner into an aisle with the alcohol when your cart collided with another person's cart that was leaving the aisle.

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry!” You gasp at the man in surprise. He was a little bit taller than you. He wore a plain t-shirt, jeans, and shoes. Short brown hair, brown eyes, and he rocked a mustache and beard. You couldn’t lie, the man was handsome.

“It’s alright! I should be apologizing too, I bumped into you as well!” he chuckled. His eyes took notice of your outfit of choice.

Suddenly you felt shy and self-conscious about our outfit. You began to feel insecure that he was somewhat checking you out. I mean you wore PJs to the store, of course, you knew some people would stare and secretly judge you.

His gaze landed at your feet. He cocked his head to the side and smiled “Nice bunny slippers.”

“T-thanks..” you stuttered.

He must have noticed you were growing uncomfortable because he tried to lighten the mood. “I really should get myself a pair, they look comfy…I could see myself rocking some bunny kicks,” he joked.

You nod your head “Well make sure to wear them at home and not at the grocery store... along with your pj’s.. make sure you wear those at home as well because then you’ll end up going to the grocery store looking like a fool...” you mentally cringed. You didn’t mean to say your thoughts out loud. You were making this interaction more awkward than it needs to be. You just wanted to get your bottle of wine and leave.

You grab a hold of your cart, moving it into the space beside him to get into the aisle.

“I don’t think you look like a fool, it's a look. Matter of fact, I would kill to be in some Pj’s and bunny slippers all day. I live in work suits for my job. I hate it.”

“I say start a petition for pajama day at your work.”

He laughs. “I might just do that… I’m Mar-”

“Well, hopefully, that goes well for you. Good luck.” You gave him a small and quickly made your way down the aisle. Your heart was beating against your chest. You had to get out there. You picked up a bottle of red wine off the shelf and put it in the cart. You looked back to see the man, but he was gone.

…

You spent the rest of your weekend setting up and organizing the rest of your apartment. You had a few things left to do like setting up your tv, but other than that your apartment was done.

It was 5:00 AM, Monday morning, you woke up super early to get ready for work. You didn't want to be late. You took a shower, did your hair, and got dressed. You looked out yourself in the bathroom mirror after you finished getting ready. You were dressed professionally. You felt a little silly, but you were going to be working at a fancy art museum. You spent the past year living in pj’s, shirt and shorts. It’s been a while since you had to dress up.  

Leaving your bathroom, you walk over to your kitchen grabbing your reusable tumbler cup filled with ice coffee. You head over the door, slipping on your flats, grabbing your keeps and bag off the hook, and heading out to your car.

By the time you made it into the city, it was almost 7. The traffic wasn’t too bad. You managed to find street parking, putting in a bunch of coins into the meter.

Walking up to the building you were in awe. It was a wide building with tall and long glass windows in the front. You walk up to the stairs, opening the glass door. The lobby was a large space There was an information desk a few feet off to the side of the entrance, along with stairs leading upstairs. Benches and few art sculptures on display throughout the room. Bathrooms and elevators are located on the middle far back wall. Exhibits were down the halls on the left and right side of the bathroom and elevators, and upstairs.

Workers and custodians traveled around the room, preparing to open the museum in about an hour.

You hear Elliot call after you. You look up noticing Elliot coming down the stairs.

“El!” You smiled walking towards him.

“Ah! I can’t believe you’re here!” He embraced you into a hug. “I’m so happy you’re here in D.C. with me. We"ll get to hang out all the time now."

You laugh. “I'm excited! Thanks again for getting me a job. I feel kinda bad though. Like technically I skipped the whole interview phase and got the job. Isn’t that kind of abuse to your position?”

“Seriously it’s fine and I’m the Museum Director, I call the shots around here.”

“Elliot…” You say under your breath.

Elliot rolled his eyes, “Come on, you know what you mean. I’m responsible for the operation of the whole place and I know you better than anyone, I trust you.”

You still couldn’t believe Elliot was in charge of this whole museum.

“Come on, I'll give you a tour of Clemonte!”

...

Elliot gave you a tour of the Museum’s exhibits and even behind the scene things that the public doesn’t get to see. The museum had such beautiful pieces of artwork. This place was amazing. You loved it. There was so much more you wanted to see, but you only had enough time to see part of it. Maybe during your free time, you’d look around to discover the rest.

“So, what do you think?”

“Wow, this place is stunning” you stay as you both make it back to the lobby.

“So, how are you feeling?”

“I’m alright. I’m a bit nervous I’m not going to lie.” You pull away.

“Nothing to be nervous about, you’ll be fine.” He reassures you.

“So do I have to call you Mr. Regan, boss man?” you giggled.

“Pff, no one calls me that. I feel so old when people call me that. Everyone just calls me Elliot.”

“So” he claps his hands together. “You’re going to be working at the Visitors Information desk.” He says pointing to the large and round information desk near the stairs.

“El, I just got here I don’t know anything!” Your eyes widen.

“You’ll be fine, and besides you’ll be working with Ms. Laurie, she’s been here for years. She’ll teach you everything you’ll need to know. And don’t worry, we have a list and maps where everything is you can refer to.’’

“Come on” his head points in the direction of the desk.

“Hi, Ms. Laurie!” He smiles brightly at the woman. She looked about to be in her late 60’s.

“Good Morning, Elliot!” she beams.

He introduces you to Laurie. “This is my friend, the one I was telling you about. She’s going to be working with you.”

“Ah yes! Hello dear! It’s lovely to meet you! I’m so glad you’re working with me!” She holds out your hand to take.

You take her hand. “It’s nice to meet you too! I’m excited.”

“Alright well, She’s yours now, Ms. Laurie, let her have it. This is for you,” Elliot hands you your ID badge.

“Where the hell did you get this photo?” You say scrunching your face at this old and outdated photo of you.

“I pulled it off your mom facebook- Also, The FBI are coming it today-”

“My mom’s Facebook- Wait, the FBI? Why what happened?” You furrow your eyebrows.

“The FBI has a specific bureau that deals with international art theft, the Art crime team or they call himself the Art Squad. Sometimes they come in here to do research, sting operations, stuff like that, so don’t worry if you see a bunch of them waltz in here. They come around a lot.”

“Oh..o-okay.”

“Alright, I gotta go, I have a ton of meetings today, but have a good day, love you, if you need anything let me know!” He shouted quickly as he speeds walked off.

“We’re going to be opening in about half an hour, I better get started with teaching you the basics” Laurie announced. “Come dear, you can put your things over here.” She pushes open the short desk door that came up to about your hips, letting your step into the desk area.

Laurie gave you a rundown on the layout of the museum and most frequently asked areas such as where the most popular art exhibits, bathrooms, and the gift shop.

“You got everything?” Laurie asked you.

“I think so. Just a lot of stuff to memorize.” “I know hun, but once you get the hang of it, it’s going to be a breeze! You’ll know it like the back of your hand!” She chuckles. “You’ll get it in no time, if you need any help, I’m here, or you can use the maps and lists we have sprawled all around here.” She motions to the piles of paper around the desk.

“Thank you so much, Ms. Laurie.” You smiled.

…

Once the museum is open, you have a bunch of people come to the visitor's information center asking you questions. Some you were able to answer, others you had to ask Laurie or use the resources you had.

It was noon. Nothing happened, a few people came to stop by, many of the families with young children were leaving, probably headed to see multiple other museums. You noticed a group of men and women walk in. They were all wearing suits. You assumed that it was the FBI agents. They all stood in the middle of the lobby, one man stood in front of the group, giving them instructions.

The group disbanded, pairs of agents headed towards different areas and wings of the museum. You went back to filling out an information form. An Elementary school had called wanting to have a field trip. You filled out the information on the form for the school, and It had to be sent up to Elliot later to get approval.

“Do you happen to know where I can get some bunny slippers?”

“Excuse m-” You quickly lift your head from the form. Standing in front of you was the guy from the grocery store, learning to gain the counter.

He smiles at you. “I see you aren’t wearing pj’s today and no bunny slippers, damn” he joked.

You chuckled slightly. “W-well I’m working. I have to dress professionally. Guess your petition for pj’s fell through, huh?”

“Yeah, no one was down for it, but I still want some bunny slippers. Where’d you get yours?”

“um...Amazon..”

“Alright, I’ll make a mental note...I saw you when I came in. I didn’t know you worked here. How come I’ve never seen you before?” He asked.

“I-I’m new, I just started today actually…” you fiddled with the pencil in your hand. You were growing nervous.

“Well, I guess we’ll be seeing a lot of each other then…”

You swallowed hard. What was he getting at? “Oh, are we now-” You looked down at his ID badge that was clipped to his outer suit pocket that had the FBI in bold letters.

“Special Agent Pike” you read his name badge.

“Marcus” he held out his hand

You don’t take it. You were nervous. You had no idea what the Marcus guy wanted with you, and you weren’t looking for anything right now. Marcus Pike may seem all cute and harmless, but the next thing you know, he’ll be breaking your heart into two. He was probably trying to play nice to get in your pants.

After everything that happened with your boyfriend, you guarded yourself, bordering your heart with thick walls. You weren’t gonna let just anyone in. You had to protect your heart from things that hurt you in the past. You didn’t want to go through that pain again so it was better to keep walls up. You didn’t want to let anyone new into your life.

He moves his hand to scratch behind his head.

“So you gonna tell me your name?”

“No”

“No?”

“Why should I tell you my name?”

“I don’t know, because that’s what you do when you meet someone you new and you know what to call them by?” he furrowed his eyebrows at you.

“Well, you’re an FBI agent. If you wanna know, use your investigation skills and figure it out.” With that picked up paper, turning around in your hair, and walking over to the fax machine.

Marcus stood there confused. You were being nice, but then switched on a dime? Was it sometimes he said? He didn’t know what happened, but if you weren’t going to tell him, he just had to figure it out.

Out the corner of your eye, you see him walk off to the elevators. You sign in relief.

“I see you were talking to Marcus Pike.” Laurie chimed in coming out from your guy's office. “He’s a really nice guy.”

“Is he really or is that just a front to get into people's pants?” You asked, continuing to stare at him.

Laurie gasped in surprise, “Marcus Pike? No! He's such a sweetheart and very well mannered, ask anyone here, they'll tell you that.”

You sigh, now you felt kinda bad, you switched and judged him too quickly. You had trust issues that you needed to work on. You sign rubbing your face. You might have screwed up.

“I know he may be a little cocky and comes off a bit strong, but he’s a great guy once you get to know him.”

He gets in the elevator turning around. You two lock eyes, but you quickly look away back down to the fax machine.

You look back up noticing the elevator doors have closed.

“We’ll see about you, Agent Pike…”

Main Tag: @icanbeyourjedi @sara-alonso 

[delos-mio]

Out of the Woods - College!AU - PART 2

A/N: Part 2! I hope you enjoy this chapter. No major warnings apply! Thoughts, feelings, predictions always welcome <3

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After dropping you off that evening, Nikolai found his mind to be running a mile a minute. It was 1am, relatively early by college standards, but he had no desire to go back to the party and no desire to go home. Instead, he walked around campus until his feet throbbed. He thought about your smile and your laugh, the way you bit your lip and the way you toyed with the ends of your hair. He thought about how you could very well be in the arms of another man right now.

He could have lived without that mental image.

It seemed wild to him that you could make so many feelings flood back to him in such a short amount of time. It hit him like a ton of bricks the moment you locked eyes, and it was instantly like the last 5 years of silence never even happened. God, he wished they never happened. How could he have been so cruel? Who just up and left the person they were very clearly falling in love without a trace? Nikolai, that’s who. And under the penetrating glow of the moon, for the next six or so hours, Nikolai hated himself for it.

Nikolai quietly tried to sneak back into the apartment he shared with Aleks around 7am. Generally, he was a pretty heavy sleeper, so he figured it’d be no problem. As the front door clicked shut behind him, another door clicked open inside the apartment. Alina, clad in only one of Aleks’s shirts, exited his room and immediately jumped upon seeing Nikolai. He quickly averted his eyes and turned his attention to the ceiling, trying to look anywhere but at the half-naked girl before him.

“So, I take it he wasn’t too upset I left the party early?” he asked before she blushed and quickly padded down the hall to the bathroom.

Nikolai pushed his hair back from his face and shook his head. Of course Aleks had company. He made his way to his room and let the back of his knees hit the mattress, flopping onto his back. His eyes fluttered shut as he mulled over the events of the evening. He knew he needed to turn his brain off and actually try to get some sleep, but that was still proving to be rather difficult. As he was getting lost in his own thoughts, he was interrupted by his door being flung open and Aleks leaning in his door frame.

“Do you mind? I’m really tired,” Nikolai grumbled, still not opening his eyes.

“You dog! You got home later than me,” he said with a smile evident in his voice.

“It’s not like that. You’ll notice I didn’t bring anyone home with me, now did I?” Nikolai was starting to get irritated by his roommate’s presence and hoped he’d leave him in peace and quiet sooner rather than later.

“Maybe not. But you could have. Seemed like you and Genya’s new roommate had something going on,” he pried.

“Can you fuck off? Respectfully?”

“Alright, alright. I’ll let you sleep. But you’re gonna tell me about her when you wake up.” With that, Nikolai heard his door shut again, leaving him in the stillness of his room. He fell asleep half hanging off the bed where he landed with the girl who got away on his mind.

----

When you woke up the next morning, Nikolai was still fresh on your mind. The way he smiled, the way he smelled…everything about him haunted your dreams. It didn’t even take a full minute before the guilt settled in. Jesus Christ, what were you thinking? Did Matt cease to exist because your first love cropped up out of nowhere? You just started flirting with Nikolai again like it was as easy as breathing. But you couldn’t help yourself—Nikolai had worked his way into your head instantly just like he had when you were 17. Like the first time you saw him take off his helmet, shake out his perfect, golden hair, and skate to the bench. It had been a wrap since that moment. You groaned into your pillow, feeling a little nauseous and a lot guilty. After freshening up and pulling a sweatshirt on, you wandered out into the living room of your apartment with Genya where she was eagerly chatting with Zoya over a cup of coffee.

“Fancy seeing you here, ditcher,” Genya teased as you grabbed a mug for yourself.

“I didn’t ditch,” you said. “Nik told you guys we were leaving.”

“Where’d you end up anyways?” Genya asked with a tiny smirk. This line of questioning amused Zoya and she gladly joined in on the antagonizing.

“I can only assume, knowing him, that you ended up somewhere more...private,” Zoya interjected.

“It wasn’t like that. I um, we ended up just going to get some food. Catch up or whatever,” you said while you shot daggers at Genya. You paused to take a sip of the too-hot drink before continuing. “Where have you been hiding Nikolai anyways?”

“He ain’t hiding- have you met the dude? I met him during Freshman orientation. Zoya and I lived in the dorm room next to him and Aleks,” she said as a matter of fact. “We’ve been hanging out ever since. Real good guy.”

“I know,” you sighed, pushing around a pen that was left on the coffee table.

“You like him! Oh man, I’m sorry, I didn’t even think about him being totally your type. You and your pretty boys. Mhmm, I bet he liked you too,” Genya teased and smiled again.

“No, he’s just an old friend,” you lied. “I have a boyfriend.”

“Could have fooled me,” Zoya mumbled, but you caught it. The comment did nothing to ease the growing knot in your stomach.

“Seriously. He’s my friend. I kinda got carried away with the flirting last night, but I was so excited to see him, you know?” You looked at them both, silently pleading with them to let it drop. “We’re just friends. Nothing else.”

“That may be true now, but the dude has it bad for you. I saw the way he looked at you, dude,” Genya said softly, finally sympathetic to your anguish. “Can I ask how you know each other? Besides ‘high school or something’?”

“We didn’t even go to school together.” You leaned back into the cushions, letting your focus drift away from the girls across from you. “My parents own an ice rink in my hometown and I’d work the concession stand when I got out of school- do my homework and pour hot chocolate or whatever. Nik played hockey with his high school team there.” You smiled to yourself. “I saw him come off the ice one day and thought he was the most handsome boy I’d ever seen. And one night, he walked right up to me after practice and started talking to me like we’d known each other forever. I didn’t have a ton of friends in school and hadn’t really been noticed by boys like...ever. So to have this super hot dude flirting with me was wild.”

“Oh my god, was Nik your first crush?” Genya squealed.

“I’d had a couple guys that caught my eye before him, but he was the first guy I really liked. First guy I kissed. First guy I…” you trailed off, letting the pause speak for itself.

“No wonder he was so happy to see you,” Zoya said.

“He kinda ghosted me when he left for college and I hadn’t talked to him since the last night we were together. I was too scared to try and find him on Facebook or anything. I didn’t want to see him with other girls hanging all over him and hurt my own feelings, you know?” Genya and Zoya exchanged a sympathetic look. “Anyways, that’s about it. Pretty boring stuff.”

“Babe…”

“I gotta start getting ready for work,” you said, abruptly standing and putting your mug in the sink. “I’ll see you guys later.” With that, you shuffled out of the room, hoping neither of them caught the hitch in your voice. So, maybe you weren’t as over that ghosting as you thought you were.

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The weekend passed with a lot of idle time thinking about when you could possibly see Nikolai again. You were really regretting not scrawling your number somewhere for him. It was torture not knowing how to find him again outside of groveling to Genya, or hoping dumb luck would make you run into him.

You made it to Monday morning and somehow managed to make it to your 8:30 am class on time; a rare feat for you. Thankfully, the class was all engaged in a lively discussion of what constituted a modern classic novel, so it was easy to stay alert and engaged. Before you knew it, your professor was dismissing you and reminding you all about the paper that was due on Thursday. You shuffled down the stairs of the academic building and paused once you got to the quad. Normally, you’d head home for a few hours before your afternoon class, but you had a little time to spare today before your study group. But you also had Nikolai’s face burned in your mind. Would it be totally weird to try to find him?

The building that housed Science and History was only a quarter mile from your classroom, so you made quick work of the walk and tried to hype yourself up, telling yourself that it was normal to want to see him this bad- you’d missed out on a few years there! Of course you wanted to see your friend. When you got inside, you realized you had no idea where you were going. You had yet to take any sort of History class while at school and had absolutely no idea if he was even in class at this time. God, this was seeming like a dumber and dumber idea the more you walked around. After wandering aimlessly for a minute, you saw a familiar head of effortlessly messy golden hair slink out of a classroom.

Immediately, your eye was drawn to him. You were thankful he didn’t notice your presence because you were definitely staring. All weekend, you were sure you had a picture-perfect vision of him in your head, but you were abruptly reminded that he was much more handsome than you could dream up. He had traded in his button down shirt from the other night for a cozy looking grey sweater. You allowed yourself one more moment to admire him from afar before you approached. But Nikolai had turned to face you straight on, face lighting up the moment he saw you.

“I was wondering when you’d come around.” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“So, you don’t think I’m crazy for wandering around a building I’ve literally never set foot in, hoping by cosmic timing you’d be here?” you smirked.

“I promise you, I don’t think you’re crazy. I mean, I was considering doing something quite similar myself,” You couldn’t stop the heat that started to rise in your cheeks.

“So, where are you headed now?” you asked, rocking on your heels.

“Well,” he pondered, “I was going to meet Aleks at The Moose if you’re walking that way.”

“I’m not, but I have a couple minutes before I have to be at my study group if you want to sit outside,” you offered.

“Of course, darling,” he grinned, hazel eyes playful as you found a bench next to the bike rack. “How was your weekend?”

“Not bad,” you shrugged. “I had to work both days, but it was pretty slow, so no complaints. I only got grilled by Genya and Zoya a little. It could have been a lot worse,” you smiled.

“They do love any information they can get their little hands on,” Nikolai said, leaning back into the bench. “You...didn’t see Matt at all?” he probed, trying with all his might to look and sound nonchalant, but failing.

“Why do you want to know?”

“Can I not take an interest in you?” he asked with gentle eyes, but you just glowered.

“No. I didn’t see Matt this weekend. We haven’t even talked since Friday, honestly,” you said. Nikolai didn’t interject at all, just looked at you to go on, if you felt like sharing. “We haven’t really been getting along lately. He’s a nice guy and all, but I don’t know how much we have in common. And he never seems to have time for me unless it’s on his terms. Like, he expects me to be available whenever it works for him, but he’s always conveniently busy if I ask him to do anything with me.” You kicked at a rock near your toe, eyes fixed on the ground, totally unsure why you just told Nikolai all that.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” he said sincerely. “I’m saying this as your friend,” he started, making you look in his eyes again. “You deserve someone who understands what a gift it is to spend time with you.” It was so simple, but it made tears instantly spring in your eyes. “Hey. Hey, now. None of that,” he smiled, thumbing a tear away. “Would you maybe want to come over Friday? Get pizza and watch a movie or something?”

“That sounds really nice, Nik,” you nodded. It was then he broke into a blinding smile and you were unable to stop the swirling in your belly.

“Could I—would I be able to get your number? So I can send you my address or whatever,” he added quickly; you were really starting to love seeing him get flustered.

“I think that’s a good idea, yeah.” You reached for some scrap paper and pencil from your bag and scribbled down your number, placing it in the palm of his large hands before standing up. His fingers just barely brushed yours as he took the paper before stowing it away in the front pocket of his jeans. “You can always use that number before Friday too, if you want,” you said with a sly smile and patted Nikolai’s cheek gently. His laugh carried a bit as you walked opposite directions out of the quad, your feet feeling like they were being carried by tiny, pink fluffy clouds.

Fuck. Did you just set up a date with Nikolai? No. No, not a date. Just two friends eating pizza and watching movies. Friends did that all the time.

But as you walked to the cafe where your study group met, there was a crashing wave of guilt that washed over you. What the fuck were thinking? All you were doing was playing with fire, practically begging fate to burn you. You were mentally beating yourself up, feeling like a total shit bag as you pushed open the door to the small cafe, seeing your group already gathered and breaking off into pairs, Matt beaming at you when you came into view.

“Hi, baby,” he said, kissing your cheek as you sat down next to him.

“Hey,” you smiled back with tight lips, hardly able to look at him.

You started going through notes for an upcoming Logic and Reasoning exam, but you found yourself unable to process anything you were reading. Your mind was elsewhere and you only managed half-hearted affirmations and hardly contributed any correct answers. Here Matt was, sweet and excited to see you. He was good, he was nice. Maybe you just needed to make more of an effort with him. Should he really want to do the things you wanted to do, or were you being selfish? You weren’t sure.

“Something wrong?” he asked suddenly, snapping you from your thoughts.

“Just don’t feel good, that’s all,” you shrugged, looking back at your notebook and computer. He accepted that answer and didn’t probe any further.

“So, you should come over Friday. I don’t have anyone else to hang out with and thought we could hang out,” he said into your ear, hand gripping your thigh.

“Can’t,” you said with a shake of your head. “I already have plans.”

“Oh there’s a surprise,” he said, half under his breath. And that...that was it. You immediately slammed your pen onto the table and looked at him with hard eyes.

“Would you just say whatever you’re trying to fucking say?” you seethed.

“Just seems awfully convenient that every time we’re supposed to do anything, suddenly you have plans with I don’t even know who” he said, clearly annoyed. ��All I’ve done is try to accommodate you and do what you want, but that doesn’t seem to be enough,” he added with a melodramatic sigh, which was more than enough to set you off.

“Oh, that’s a fucking joke, right?” you laughed. “Maybe you’d know more about my schedule if you ever bothered to talk to me more than once a week. And you literally just said I should come over because no one else can! Like, I’m your girlfriend- I shouldn’t be your last ditch option,” you scoffed. “You know what? I can’t be here right now. Call me when you’re ready to rejoin all of us in reality.” With that, you grabbed your bag and stormed out the door, letting your feet take you quickly in any direction that was simply away. No, you were right about what you said to Nikolai- Matt only saw you as convenient.

Friday couldn’t come soon enough.

[cosmiclatte28]

hii!!👻 I wanted to request lovers with wayv lucas something fluff and maybe suggestive (only if you think it fits 😅) and using number 29, pleaseee 😭💕

I love your writings btw!! 🥰💗

Stop That... Yeah That Smile...

Sure! Lucas is always an interesting character to write. I found the mood to write this and can upload it now. Thank you for loving my works 🥺💖

I tried my best to make this fluff and suggestive. Hope you like this! (✿◕‿◕✿)

29. “Can you stop doing that?” “What?” “That smile... my heart is beating too fast.”

You lie down on the big sofa in the stuffy apartment. Well it was your boyfriend’s fault he carelessly bought the on-sale sofa without much thought of your apartment size. Needless to say, it took the two of you and his whole squad two hours to bring the sofa up the stairs and into the room. However, you love this huge sofa. It was the best thing to lie upon after a tiring long day. You watch the ceiling’s dim light and feel curious about the time. Judging by how there’s no more sun ray in the room, it must be almost dinner time. You flip your body to laying down on your belly, with your elbows you support your body as you unlock your phone and scroll to a number you’ve known by heart. The chat room was still the same, he hasn’t opened your message. 

You close the chat and just think maybe he’s busy. Well he is always busy; idols are always busy right? Your man is also one of them, the lucky hard-working man who belongs to the hottest group right now, yes WayV. You choose to take a refreshing shower and blast your favourite song. It’s a nice warm shower and you’re ready to cook dinner. It’s Saturday night and you feel like cooking, because Lucas will go home tonight. Lucas promised you every week end he will stay over. It’s been eight months and he has been sweet and charming and goofy.

“Honey I’m home!” was the first thing this tall man says as he enters graciously in his sweaty after practice outfit. He slumps his bag beside the sofa on the floor and after jumping out of his shoes he runs to hug you and spin you around. You squeal, though he always spins you around when hugging you; you’re always surprised. 

“Yak! Put me down.” You giggle when he adds another twist and after your request, he lands you nicely to the ground. 

“Sorry, I missed you!” he grins and you turn your body to face the pot again, you were making kimchi jiggae when he surprised you with the hug. You blush when you feel his strong arms circling your waist and he leans in closer; close enough for your body hair to stand up shivering from the slight breath Lucas lets out. You squirm when his chin accidentally touch your shoulder and you elbowed him away, “Careful! It’s hot, I’m cooking now okay.” You bite your lips when you did not feel him moving away. 

Well he flinched too after you elbowed him, but he presses his body to yours after it. 

“Yak don’t you know Monday to Friday I have to sleep by myself… I’m neomu lonely.” He whines in his baby-ish voice. You can see his pout even when your back is facing him, you don’t buy his aegyo though. 

“Em Lucas, can you take a bath first. Then we can quickly eat dinner and then enjoy our night.” You say as you stir the red soup and taste a little bit of it. It tastes good already, you’re glad you learned from Taeyong last summer on how to make a jiggae. 

“Fine. Why don’t you join me?” he asks as he strips and walks to the bathroom. You shake your head watching his antiques “I showered already.” He smiles, “Well, next time wait for me, that way we can save water.” He winks and disappears into the bathroom door. You feel your cheeks burning, well Lucas was always like this, sudden flirts and surprises everywhere he goes. 

While waiting for the giant baby to finish his shower, you carefully set the plates and cutleries. The pot is starting to boil and you turn the stove off. Right in time, Lucas exited the toilet with a semi wet hair and a comfortable tank. 

“Let me bring the hot pot to the table, you just sit down okay.” He quickly slides to the kitchen and takes over the hot pot instead of you. He’s a gentleman as always. 

“Thank you Lucas,” you rise to peck his cheek and he can’t hide his smile. The two of you sit down and begin to dig into the dinner you made. He was all smiling and happy because of the simple food. 

“This…” he gestures the food on the table, “This is very delicious. My future wife is a good cook eh.” His smile never leaves his face and you’re looking anywhere other than his face. He was not helping either with how his long legs were playing with yours. He can’t hold his long legs in place and instead he sometimes bumps your feet and causes you to give him a death glare.

 “What?” he asks with his famous wide innocent eyes and sweet smile. You want to smack him for his innocent looks and super cute smile, but you know it’ll only make him show a wider smile.

“I am eating.” You kick him back, but your feet can’t reach him. He taunts at your failed attempt and kicks your leg once again. You yell from the pain, and grit your teeth at him. 

“Wong Yukhei.” You call him with his birth name, and if other people will be scared for their life, Lucas here was not afraid at all. Your boyfriend was even giving you a daring look and a winning smile, “Ne? (y/n), what’s with you calling me in the sweetest way?” he licks his lips and you swore your heart was beating even faster and faster. 

He keeps on staring at you with love in his eyes and his cute smile still there. You grip your spoon and face the soup in your bowl, “Can you stop doing that thing?” you avoid seeing his eyes.

 Lucas gasps, “Oh you mean kicking your legs? Sorry… I must’ve gotten used to it when I tease Winwin during lunch.” He pulls his long legs back to his place and nonchalantly continues eating the meal.

You feel embarrassed and shy, “No.”

“Then what?” he asks like a lost child. 

You inhale a breath and mutter up your courage, “That smile… my heart is beating too fast.” You blurt that so fast like you’re rapping and you hide your red face into your palm of hands.

 Across you, Lucas is smiling from ear to ear when he knew what you’re blushing about. He quickly extend his long arms and picks your head up. “Hey my princess, don’t be shy. Isn’t it a good thing I am smiling?” his voice softens and deepens. You can feel it vibrates in your body and oh you’re even more nervous now. Lucas sees your ears and cheeks turning even darker red and with one smirk he leans in and grabs your lips with his. You melt into his touch and your shoulder slump. Lucas stands up from his seat and pulls you up so you stand and with one hand on your neck, the kiss deepens. 

He started it and he ended it. With two chest heaving in short breath, you look away and hide a smile creeping up. Lucas caught that but he decided not to tease you any longer.

“Thanks for the dinner and the kiss. May I have my desert now?” He licks his lips and smiles at you with that secret look on his face. Your feet shake and you nod your head, “Dishes can wait, come and get your desert honey.” You wink and in one swift, Lucas has you on his arms and with the rushed hot kiss, he makes it to the bedroom. Night is young and long. You’re glad you met Yukhei and you’re glad he’s home now. 

end :)) thank you for requesting. I hope you like this!

[fanfics-for-the-hockey-fan]

About Time - Travis Konecny

For the @hockeynetwork Winter Gift Exchange I was given the super talented @princessphilly. I am sorry that this took so long to get out, I redid this at least 20 times. I changed everything I was writing about at least 5 times but this one had me smiling as I wrote it. I hope you enjoy a fluffy Travis Konecny snow story.

I hope 2021 brings you plenty of joy and happiness.

Snow is great, you could even say it is pretty. But this wasn't just snow, this was basically a blizzard. I brushed the snow out of my hair as I stepped into the lobby of my apartment building. I hadn’t been prepared for the snow to start so early, the weatherman had said it would start to snow around 6pm. Not the 2pm that it did start at, so I wasn’t ready with the proper snow gear to get home without slipping so I took an Uber home. I slipped in the lobby, wearing my heels from work. Kicking off my heels in the lobby felt weird but I wasn’t about to break my neck because the weather predictions were wrong. 

Stepping into the elevator I hit the button for my floor and just leaned against the back wall of the elevator, just waiting for the doors to close when another person slipped in just before the doors started to move. His eyes immediately started looking me over before smirking and leaning on the wall next to me. “Ditched the footwear?” I finally realized it was my neighbor from across the hall that was in the elevator with me. 

“Almost ate it in the lobby because of the slick shoes.” He nodded before the elevator jerked to a stop, lights flickering for a second. “Stupid storm.”

“Yeah, the wind is killer outside.” Luckily the elevator started up and quickly we were at our floor getting off before the power cut off again. “Have a good night.”

“You too.” 

***

Travis: Almost got stuck in the elevator with her.

Nolan: So you actually had to talk to her? Not just stare at her through your peephole like a stalker?

Kevin: Are you upset that you didn’t get stuck?

Travis: Fuck you guys

Putting my phone on to charge, I went to shower. Thinking about what I would have done if we did get stuck. I had been looking at Kassandra from a distance for over a year now, running into her often but not building up the courage to talk to her much. Once my teammates discovered my crush, it was a prime chirping material. Thinking about her in the elevator, her dark brown hair damp and curly from the snow and her soft brown eyes that looked at me in alarm when the elevator stopped. Just as I was finishing up my shower the lights went out again. 

I was hoping the power would start up again like it did in the elevator but it didn’t this time. I quickly dried off and threw on some sweats using my phone for light, cursing at myself for not listening to my mom who had told me time and time again to get some emergency supplies in case of a power outage.

After running into three pieces of furniture and realizing I had no food in the apartment I knew I needed to do something. And I knew what my teammates would say, this was a sign to go talk to Kassandra. And after banging my knee off of the kitchen island I knew I had to. Grabbing my phone and keys, I made my way across the hall to Kassandra’s door. I knocked before regretting it and thinking about running away. Before I could make my escape her door opened and she was standing there in a baggy shirt and leggings, hair in a messy bun. “Scared of the dark?”

“More like my feet can’t take any more damage from my furniture. And I should have listened to my mom to have an emergency kit.”

“Come on in, I have enough candles for a Bath and Body Works store and a gas range so I can still cook food. So if you don’t mind it smelling like Christmas in the middle of February and having grilled cheese for dinner, you are more than welcome to come in.”

“Thank you.” Following her into the apartment I was taking in her apartment, it was much homeier than mine. The candles all over the place gave the apartment a soft glow and it really did smell like Christmas. 

“Were you supposed to have a game tonight?” I didn’t even realize that she knew that I played hockey. I had no clue what she did, I really didn’t know much about her.

“No, luckily it was just a practice day. Did work let you out early because of the snow?”

“They did but I was supposed to finish up a project when I got home but the power went out before I could start on it. So that won’t happen, I’m happy about it now but I’ll regret it when I have to stay late at work on Monday. But that is a future me problem.”

“What kind of work do you do?”

“I’m an architect, I do houses mainly but every couple of months I will be put on a big business project.” I nod and follow her into the kitchen, leaning on the side of her island. “I know it’s only 4, but would you like a beer? We can have a drink and play some board games if you want.”

“That sounds great.” She hands me a bottle before showing a massive collection of board games and let me pick. “How about Jenga?”

“Perfect.” Sitting down on the floor we set up the tower on her coffee table before getting into the game. As we played we chatted, talking about whatever popped into our mind. As I got to know more of her I was more and more fascinated by her. I lost Jenga when the tower crashed onto my lap and she stood up cheering. “Sorry, I can get really competitive. How about we get dinner ready?”

“Yeah. I would offer to help but I am a disaster in the kitchen.”

“Just keep me company, usually I listen to music while I cook so you need to be my entertainment.”

“That I can do.”

“Is grilled cheese okay?” I nodded, pulling up one of her stools so I would be closer to her. As she cooked I told her stories of my teammates. Dinner was done quickly and we ate before looking out her windows at the snow flying through the air. “It is really snowing.”

“Reminds me of home.” 

“Do you want to just watch the snow fall for a while?” Kassandra looked a little embarrassed by her ask, but that sounded like the perfect way to end the night.

“That sounds perfect.” I offered to move her sofa so we could sit on there and look out the large windows that we had in both of our apartments. Kassandra curled into my side as I wrapped my arm around her shoulder. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah.” We sat in silence for a while before I built up the courage to ask her out. 

“Can I take you out to dinner some night? As in a date.” I could feel her smile into my side before she nodded.

“I would really like that. And I’m free most nights, so whenever you have a hockey free night.” I had a huge smile as we watched the snowflakes fall in silence. At one point I realized she had fallen asleep cuddled into me, I didn’t want to wake her so I was about to carry her down the hall when I saw in the group chat I had with Nolan and Kevin had become filled with them making fun of me and my hesitance to ask her out. I quickly snapped a picture of her asleep, curled into me, and gave them the middle finger in the picture. Once that was sent off, I pocketed my phone before scooping her up in my arms. I headed down the hall, finding her bedroom easily because our apartments were clones of each other. Pulling back the sheets, I laid her down and was backing up when her eyes sleepily opened. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“Stay the night?” I nodded, getting into the bed next to her and pulling her close to me. We both fell asleep easily and it was the best night of sleep I had in a very long time.

***

Waking up to the feeling of arms around me I smiled when I opened my eyes to Travis sleeping next to me. He looked peaceful in his sleep so I managed to slip out of bed to see my digital clock blinking at me. The power was back and I was kind of bummed, Travis didn’t need to stay over any longer. I started coffee and started throwing away food that I wasn’t confident would still be safe to eat with the power having been out so long. When arms wrapped around me I couldn’t help but smile.

“Morning.”

“Hi. I would offer you breakfast, but I don’t want to give you food poisoning.” 

“How about breakfast for a first date?”

“Dinners are my favorite kind of restaurant in the world. It’s the Jersey part of me that I will never get rid of. Give me 10 minutes to brush my teeth and stuff.”

“Sounds great.” He kissed my cheek before heading out and I knew I was blushing as I hurried to get ready.

***

The snowstorm was the best thing that could have happened, I finally was able to ask Kassadra out. Charging my phone while I brushed my teeth I saw I had a text from Kevin.

Kevin: About fucking time.

[pinkyhim]

Saved pt.1

 Cat!Jimin x Brat Bunny!Jungkook x Human!Reader

part 2      part 3      part 4      part 5      part 6     part 7

Warnings- Swearing

Fluff

Y/N= Your name L/N= Your last name F/N= Your first name

Authors note- This is my first time writing so I apologize if there are any grammar errors and if the story totally sucks - also I suck at using technology, sorry that my tumblr page is complete trash

Summary ~  Y/N comes home one day to find that her apartment has been robbed, scared of it ever happening again she decides to adopt hybrids Jimin and Jungkook 

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“What the fuck?!?!” 

I walk in to find my apartment completely trashed, broken dishes everywhere, and my books and papers scattered on the ground, it looked like a hurricane had just hit.

Just my luck I thought as I went inside my room to find my belongings everywhere and my bed a complete mess

I knew exactly why this had happened, it was because I had nothing to protect my apartment, it was actually quite common for people who didn’t own any hybrids to be robbed.

Hybrids... they were considered to be pets and if you didn’t have a owner and you were too old you were killed. I had actually been against owning a hybrid, mostly because I could barely take care of myself much less a hybrid. But this wasn’t the first time I was robbed, so I decided to put my foot down.

I had spent my weekend fixing up my home and on monday at work I decided to ask one of my coworkers about owning a hybrid

I worked at a pretty well known company so I wasn’t exactly broke to say the least, but I spent most of my free days either working at home or lazing away.

“You? L/N F/N, actually want to adopt a hybrid?!” My coworker Kim Seokjin said as he pretended to be super surprised 

“Yes?” I said rolling my eyes as he pretended to wipe a fake tear

“And I thought you would know about that stuff considering you own three hybrids” I say 

“Well, you’re right but, why are you all aboard the adopting hybrid train now? When I asked you about it before you totally blew me off” 

“I was robbed Jin” I said as he gasped

“Seriously?! Are you okay?” Seokjin asks concerned

“Yeah”  

“Oh, I see so you want to adopt a hybrid to protect you” Seokjin says

“Gee, I wonder where you got that conclusion from” I say sarcastically 

Seokjin rolls his eyes “Well there are shops where you can buy a hybrid like I did, but they are pretty expensive” He says “How expensive?” I ask

“The cheapest you can get one is about... 500,000″  I nearly choked on my iced tea “500,000 dollars?!” I say and Seokjin nods “But of course there are shelters that you can go to and I heard that they are a lot cheaper.” I nod and thank Seokjin.

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On my way home I decide to go to the shelter 500,000? Are the hybrids made of gold or something? I grip the steering wheel as I pull into the parking lot for a shelter called Hope For Paws, it was a pretty old place as the color from the sign has faded, I consider going to the shop that Seokjin told me about but I mentally hit myself as I remember the price

I step inside the doors and instantly I am hit with a foul smell, I almost choked but I didn’t want to be rude, so I walked up to the lady at the counter 

“Do you have an appointment?” she asked not looking away from her computer 

“U-um I don’t” I say as she glanced at me

“Are you planning to adopt?” She asks and I nod

“Take a seat” She said and I sat down 

I looked around the room it was painted with a dark blue and there were pictures on the wall of happy people with hybrids

This might not be so bad.. I was broken from my train of thoughts when a lady told me to follow her 

“You’re planning to adopt?” She asked smiling brightly 

“Uh, Yes” I say quietly as she nods “Do you have any preferences?” She asks

“No” I say as she nods again opening the door to a room “Please take a seat” She said as I sit down, she leaves the room only to appear a couple minutes later with two hybrids with her

One of them was a cat hybrid with fluffy blond hair and a the other was a bunny hybrid with dark brown hair

“Y/N this is Jungkook” She says and she points at the bunny hybrid 

“And this is Jimin” She says pointing to the cat and she hands me a clipboard with all their information on it I skim over all of the information “I’ll leave you guys alone for a couple of minutes” The lady says as she leaves the room

The second she leaves the room the cat hybrid, Jimin runs up to me and hugs me rubbing his head on my neck

“Are you going to adopt us?” Jimin asks

I don’t say anything yet as Jimin drags the bunny hybrid Jungkook over to me “This is Jungkook, He’s a bit shy” Jimin says ruffling the other boys hair as Jungkook was sending me glares tf? he already doesn’t like me 

A couple minutes later the lady pulls me out of the room 

“Have you decided yet?” She asks as I nod

“I’ll adopt them” I say rubbing the back of my neck

“Awesome!” She says as I follow her back to the waiting room

“Just fill out these papers and i’ll bring them out in a few” She said disappearing behind the doors

I finish the papers as the lady comes out with Jimin and Jungkook, Jimin smiles brightly when he saw me and runs over to me 

“Are you our new owner?” Jimin asks smiling at me as I nod

We leave the shelter as the car ride home was silent

I unlock my apartment door and walk in as Jimin and Jungkook follow closely when they walk in they were blasted by your sweet scent 

"You guys might have to share a bed for now” I say shyly as the boys nod I show them their room. 

“U-um so tomorrow we can go to the mall to buy you guys things after work” I say to them

“Work?” Jimin asks and i nod

“I leave for work at nine and come back at three” I say to Jimin as I hear Jungkook growl since when did bunnies growl? 

“Well, you guys should go to bed” I say as I awkwardly leave

I plop down on my bed and sigh What a day I decided to take a nice warm shower and change into some loose shorts and a big t-shirt I layed down on my bed as my eyes fluttered shut

I woke up at about 12 AM as I smacked my lips together I need some water I dragged my feet to my fridge and I got a bottle of water when I turned around I saw Jimin 

“Can I sleep with you tonight? Jungkook keeps kicking me”

[kaiparker-avengerssmut]

CURSED: CHAPTER SIX

"I torture you."

Kai Parker x OC!Mack Grace

Series synopsis: "We're both cursed, in a way."

We all know the story of Kai Parker, but he once lived in a very different life. Do you ever wonder what that life looked like?

Chapter summary: Ben doesn’t know what ‘no’ means, Mack meets Joshua

Warnings: smut ahead, IMPLIED SEXUAL VIOLENCE - if this makes you uncomfortable, don’t read. Your media consumption is your own.

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As they reached the top of the stairs Ben tugged Mack into the nearest room and spun her around, pinning the girl to the door. His lips crashed to hers in a lustful kiss that scared Mack. His hand braces against the Wood next to her head whilst his other one rested on her hip with a vice grip - strong enough to leave bruises. She gasped as his lips connected with her neck, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses over the soft skin. As he brought his mouth back to hers tried to pull away.

"Ben, stop." But he didn't, his hands now groping and touching her. "Ben! I said stop!" She cried.

"You always play hard to get, but I know you want it," he mumbled against her skin, kid lips tracing over her jaw, "because deep down, you're just a little slut." He growled, reaching under her skirt and tugging her panties down.

"Help! Someone, please hel-" she tried shouting, but his hand clamped over her mouth.

"Shhhh, we don't want to get caught, baby." His breath in her ear sent chills down Mack's spine and she shuddered, bracing her hands on his shoulders to try and push him off but before she got the chance he collected her wrists in his hand and pinned them over her head. His knee between her legs kept them parted and his other hand worked on his belt buckle, then his jean's zipper. When his trousers were half-way down his thighs he hiked her leg up to his waist.

~

Kai's eyes stayed trained into the door for a moment, the terror-filled look in Mack's eyes when they met his engrained in his mind. After a moment of contemplating he decided to follow them, slipping out the room almost unnoticed. But he wasn't. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, a hand curled around his bicep and pulled him to face her.

"Hey handsome. Going somewhere?" Her soft voice drawled. She slid her hand up his chest and fiddled with the buttons of his pull-over before his hands came up to grip her wrists and pull them off him.

"Yes, actually. So if you wouldn't mind." Kai said with irritation, letting go of her and turning to walk up the stairs. But she grapes his wrist and spun him back around. She slinked closer and wrapped her arms loosely around his neck, playing with the collar of his shirt.

"You seem agitated, maybe you could use some," she paused and leant into him, her breath fanning over his neck as she whispered in his ear, "company." Her voice was seductive but Kai sighed and pushed her off him, making the girl stumble back a few steps.

"I'm fine. Go find some other guy to fuck." Kai spat before charging up the stairs. He instantly paused as he reached the top, the sound of a girls muffled screams filling his ears. Before he could do anything they stopped. He looked around confused, before the door opposite swung open and Ben sauntered out, a smug smirk on his face.

He noticed Kai and his smirk grew, giving the witch a clap on the shoulder with his hand before making his way down the stairs. Kai eyes the room suspiciously and slowly pushed the door open. His attention was immediately caught by a girl curled into a ball on the floor, her head resting in her hands.

"H-hello?" He asked tentatively, not wanting to spook her. The girl look up with a tear-stained face and puffy, red eyes. The emptiness in them was unmistakable. "Kenz?" Kai all but whispered. As they held eye contact she broke into tears again, burying her face back into her hands. He cautiously moved to sit next to her, bringing his knees up to his chest and mimicking her position. "A-are you okay?"

Mack look over at him with a red face and a broken expression. That was enough of an answer for him.

"Kai." His head snapped in her direction.

"Yes?"

"Why is my life so shitty?" Her voice cracked as she spoke.

"W-What do you mean?" His eyebrows pulled together. Bad life? Kai had no idea.

"My family is in dept - crippling dept - my mom is dead, I probably won't get to go to college, my boyfriend is a dick who just fucking raped me and I'm a, a-" she was interrupted by more sobs wracking her small frame. His eyes widened and Kai's features formed an expression of shock before it morphed into one of rage.

"He what?!" Kai growled, balling his hands into fists. He went to stand by Mack's small hand around his arm stopped him, making his face sink back into one of pity and concern. "Why?" Kai's voice cracked this time too. Mack only shook her head, still confused herself. As Kai sunk back into his position next to her, Mack rested her head on his shoulder, testing the waters. When he didn't move or try to push her away, she relaxed into him and his arm found its way around her shoulder - holding Mack in a warm embrace while she cried against his shoulder.

After what felt like hours - but was probably mere minutes - Kai spike up again.

"Before, when you were upset, you said you were 'a' and then cut off. What did you mean?" He asked carefully, not wanting to set her off again. Mack pulled back enough to look him in the eyes, her own ones soft and doe-like.

"I didn't say that." Her voice was calm. A scowl overcame Kai.

"Yes you did. You know you can tell me, right? I promise I won't tell anyone." He spoke frankly, rubbing her arm reassuringly.

"Promises are a way of giving false hope to someone in order to get what you want. No one ever keeps a promise because they never intend to in the first place." Mack shot back bitterly, surprising Kai with her anger in the sudden outburst.

"Okay then, I give you my word. I will or tell a soul as long as I live." He said, pretending to zip his mouth shut and throw away the imaginary key. Mack's eyes crinkled up as she giggled, Kai letting out a soft chuckle.

"I'm, I'm a - um..." she took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. Kai gave her a nod of encouragement and a small smile. Mack closed her eyes for a moment before reopening them, but the sight of his face made it feel impossible to even comprehend what to say.

Without warning Mack stood up, pulling out of the embrace and storming out the room, the door slamming behind her.

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It was Monday, Mack and Jo were sat at their usual spot on the bleachers, chatting about everything - the fit guy in Jo's art class, Mack's sister being a bitch, how Jo's trip went. Then the party came up.

"So Kai mentioned that he had some people over last weekend- and that you came." Jo took a bite of her sandwich, looking at Mack with a knowing look. God, Kai, Mack thought. She had barely seen him all week. She had skipped first period last Monday, gone to the nurse the next day and after that she just ignored him - tuning him out like she did everyone else. She didn't go near him at lunch and made sure not to go anywhere he could be. Though by Friday it proved a challenge, as Ben had been all over her again and tried to convince Mack to hang out with them again. She'd also been avoiding Ben, barely able to look the bastard in the eye after what he did. He rolled her eyes internally before responding to Jo.

"It's not like that. Ben dragged me along. And anyway, wouldn't you find it odd if I was hooking up with your twin?" Mack waved off. Jo giggled and swallowed the bite she just took.

"Well, yeah. But I'd still want you to tell me if anything was happening. And besides, it's him I'd be mad at, not you silly." Jo laughed, screwing up the foil her sandwich hand been in and throwing it towards a bin nearby. When it missed she scold and stood up, slowly walking over to put the crumpled foil in the bin.

While she was away Mack didn't even notice Ben sliding onto the seat next to her until he planted a kiss to her cheek. Mack instantly cringed away, stiffening at the touch.

"Hey babe, haven't seen you all week. Where you been?" He asked as if nothing was wrong, flinging an arm over Mack's shoulder. She rolled her eyes before looking at him.

"I've just been busy, helping dad at home and doing homework I guess." She dismisses. Ben's face grew irritated.

"But spending time with you're boyfriend is also important. Far more so than helping your pathetic dad who need to just pull it together." He scoffed, making Mack grow angry.

"Don't. Talk. About. My. Dad. Like. That." She said through gritted teeth.

"Don't talk to me like that." Ben shot back, giving her a warning glance. At this she piped down and instead focused her attention to her lap, where she played with the hem of her jumper. Jo waved at Ben as she walked back over, who waved back and greeted her.

"Well as lovely as this has been, I better get back before the guys think you two kidnapped me. Bye babe, bye Jo." Ben said, placing a chaste kiss on Mack's lips before heading back off to where the crowd of popular guys were crowded. Jo stared off after him.

"You're so lucky." She sighed.

"I am?" Mack retorted. Jo looked at Mack as if she'd just claimed to see a flying pig, clear and utter confusion in her gaze.

"What do you mean 'am I?' If course you are! You get a guy like that and I'm stuck here with no one, all alone while you get sweet kisses and visits from your super hot boyfriend." Jo ranted, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. If only you knew, Mack thought.

"It's not all that, y'know. You can't be caught gawking at cute guys in public." Mack brushed off, trying so hard not to say exactly what she wanted. 'He's a fucking rapist who doesn't give a shit about me' Mack wanted to shout, 'he only cares about his fucking reputation and whether his dick is the biggest out of all his friends' she wishes she could scream. But she couldn't.

"Hey, do you want to come round mine after school? I thought we could study for that maths test we have Thursday." Jo suggested, sipping from her coke bottle. Mack smiled warmly.

"That'd be great. I'm awful at maths, maybe you could help a little?"

"Oh, I'm shit too, but don't worry. Kai's great at maths - I'm sure he'd help if you needed it." That's when Mack remembered that going to Jo's would mean facing Kai, but she couldn't say no now. It would be rude and unfriendly. Ugh, having a friend was much harder than Mack remembered.

~

The ride from school back to Jo's was awkward and full of an uncomfortable silence, the tension from whatever it was that happened between Kai and Mack still fresh in both their minds. As they pulled into the drive Mack quietly thanked Kai for driving before both girls hoped out, the mood instantly changing as the walked through the door. The two girls sat down in the kitchen, pulling out textbooks and flash cards.

An hour later and Mack sighed frustratedly, slamming her book shut and leaning back in her chair. Kai stifled a laugh from where he sat at the breakfast bar, silently reading a comic book.

"Need some help, babe?" He taunted, instantly reviving a glare that shot daggers from Mack.

"Kai, don't ever call my friends 'babe'" Jo complained. Kai stuck his tongue out at her before hopping off his stood and seating himself beside Mack.

"You know, if you let me help you, you might actually pass the test." Kai spoke as if Mack was a small child, slowly saying each word so she would understand. Mack hit him in the arm playfully and Kai leaned back, holding his hands up in surrender. Mack rolled her eyes and Kai shot her a quick wink, before motioning to the textbook. Mack kept looking at him for a moment longer before caving, opening to the right page.

"Oooh, quadratics. A hard one, I'll give you that." He commented when he saw the page, giving Mack a mock-sympathetic look. She scoffed.

"I just don't get it." Mack lamented, holding her head in her hands.

"What's the part you don't get, babe?" Kai asked leaning over the book. Both Mack and Jo shot him a death glare and he chuckled, muttering an 'okay, okay. I'll stop.' Before going back to helping her. "Ahhh, so it's the factorising you don't get. Well don't worry, I'm brilliant at fitting numbers into things." He said with a suggestive wink, making Mack's eyes roll. Kai chuckled.

~

"Hey dad!" Jo called as someone walked through the door, the sound of it closing behind him echoing.

"Hey, honey." He greeted as he walked into the kitchen. "Who's this friend of yours?" He asked, eyeing Mack and Kai sat next to each other.

"Oh this is Mack, the one I said about from school." Jo said brightly. Kai looked up at their dad and gave him a tight, mocking smile.

"Hello, Mack. I'm Joshua. It's nice to finally...meet you." Joshua said slowly, extending his hand towards the girl. Mack took it cautiously and shook. They released each other's hands and Kai looked at his dad.

"Hey dad, nice to be acknowledged." He deadpanned with a fake smile. Joshua rolled his eyes at the boy.

"Go to your room, Malachai. You know you're not meant to interact with the guests." Joshua demanded flatly. Kai reluctantly got up and walked out the room, pausing at the door and turning to face the girls.

"Good to see you, Kenz. Hope you pass that test." He sent her a wink and left, leaving Mack sat to figure out everything on her own again.

She shut her book and put it in her bag, standing up and looking to Jo.

"I should get going, I'll see you tomorrow." She turned to Joshua. "Thank you for having me, it was nice to meet you Mr. Parker." Mack thanked. Joshua waved her off.

"Good to meet you too, but please, call me  Joshua." Mack nodded and walked out, calling 'bye!' Before walking out the large, wooden door.

[thegeekerynj]

All Death Metal Review (And nothing from Sweden!)

Death Metal: Trinity Crisis One Shot 

Writer: Scott Snyder   Artist: Francis Manapul

‘And who are YOU supposed to be? I’ve faced enough Dark Knights that no Batman scares me anymore!

Ha! Then it’s a good thing I’m not a Batman! I’m his MOTHER!’

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Sweet Christmas! That took me by surprise!

Harley kissing Jonah Hex, that was really sweet, and gods awful creepy, and kinda gross,  after the exchange, and some thought…

This is it, Gentle Readers… the Beginning of the End of the Beginning of… Oh, crap, now I’m lost… This is where the story starts rockin’!

The Gang’s all together, and the Black Lantern Bat has determined what they need to do.

The plan? Split up, naturally. That AL-ways works…

When we left them in DM #3, the Lanterns are protecting the Home Base, and taking out the Crisis Energy Antennae on the Earths left in the known Universes, The Flashes are off and running through the Speed Force, trying to find Metron, and stay ahead of the Bathattan who Laughs, while the Trinity (Superman / Antilife, Black Lantern Batman and  Warden Wonder Woman) along with Swamp Thing, Harley, Hex and Jarro, head for Castle Bat, to gain access to the Crisis Earths, where the Crisis Energy is being harvested for Perpetua.

**WHEW!**

Getting into the Castle involves getting past an army of Dark Knights… and we have a bunch of real winners here! 

Bat Monday - Salomon Grundy in Bat ears, I could have busted a gut laughing, until I thought about what kind of weapon a zombie with Batman’s training could be, and shivered…

Kull, the daughter of Batman and Wonder Woman, corrupted by the Dark Universe…

Ark, the living embodiment of Arkham, with all of the knowledge and abilities of ALL her worst inmates…

Chiroptor, the amalgam of Batman and Chemo (Great Elder Gods!!)… 

And the Pearl, Martha Wayne, in the equivalent of HellBat Armor, complete with her iconic pearl necklace.

This is a real mindscrew for Batman, and the panels depict it, most intently.

One nice thing about Scott Snyder… he is consistent about tying up loose ends. Once we are in Castle Bat, we find out what happened to Barbatos, the Big Bad from Dark Nights: Metal. Not that we were actually wondering, since we got Perpetual, and the Batman Who Laughs, but, like I said, it ties up the package nicely.

Then, we are introduced to the character I have been most happily waiting for… the Robin King, and his Utility Belt of Death!

Gentle Readers, this is the story we have been waiting for, the chapter which tells us what the Heroes Plan of Action is, and where the story has been going, for over 40 years. You see, the opening page of this book tells us where this story began… with Marv Wolfman and George Perez, and Crisis on Infinite Earths!

Not to spoil too much, but Crisis, Infinite Crisis, and Final Crisis, ]well… they have all played a part in getting us to this story. It seems, the “Crisis Energy’ has fed Perpetua while she was trapped within the Source Wall, and, now, she wants it all, so she can recreate the Universes in her image.

Great job, if you can get it…

I can’t say enough good things about this story and artwork, as Snyder and Manapul have put together a really tight, hard hitting bottle / lead story, bringing us to the next step in the saga… 

Jeebus on a popsicle stick, I hope no one lets me down… that will hurt!

Out of 5🌶        🌶🌶🌶🌶.5

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Death Metal: Multiverse’s End #1

Writer: James Tynion IV   Artist: Juan Gedeon

‘Mr. Rabbit?

Yes, Young Lady?

Thank you for saving me.

What a kind thing to say! It was so scary out there, and you stayed so brave. I don’t think I could have done it without your courage.

You’re really, really soft.

I use a special carrot shampoo.

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Once upon a time, about a million, bazillion years ago in cranky fat man years, somewhere around 1982, Roy Thomas and Scott Shaw! brought Earth-C into the DC Multiverse, the earth of anthropomorphic animals… yes, they brought Super-Hero Cartoon Animals to the Super Hero Universe.

Our introduction to this Earth was Rodney Rabbit, a comics writing and drawing hare, who created the Just’a Lotta Animals comic by day, and was Captain Carrot, a Superman-esque rabbit, who got his powers from super charged carrots, when danger struck.

But, I digress… because I got really excited!

So, we have teams on the 6 Earths, each Earth holding a tuning fork, focusing the psychic pain energy of the population to Perpetual, powering her attempts to recreate the Multiverse in her image. The Earths in play, Earth - 3 (Crime Syndicate), Earth - X (Nazi Earth), Earth - 29 (Bizarroworld), Earth - 43 (Blood League World) and Earth - 50 (Justice Lords Earth) are all worlds of pain and suffering.

Their energy is the right flavor for destroying, and creating.

The heroes, organized and led by the Green Lanterns of Sector 2814 (Hal Jordan, Guy Gardner, John Stewart, Kyle Rayner, Jessica Cruz, Simon Baz), are working to take down the Antennae before the energy can be fed to Perpetual to power her Cosmic Undoing. 

So, teamed with the Lanterns, we have Hawkgirl, Kid Flash (Earth-22), President Superman (Earth-23), Wonder Woman (Earth-6) and Captain Carrot, all hellbent on stopping the respective Antennae.

The problem… Each Earth’s inhabitants have been laced into the antennae, to directly feed the psychic energy to it..since the energy is effectively terror, well, what better way to induce some? Of course, this isn’t the only problem to be contended with…

Leave it to James Tynion IV to come up with a way to make a villain creepier than the Batman Who Laughs… How, you ask? Well, take the true polar opposite of Batman, and make him realize HE IS what Giggles says he is, and you have an interesting new ballgame.

You see, while the Batman who Laughs is the Ultimate CORRUPTED Batman, Owlman is the Anthesis of Batman, the purest EVIL to the Batman’s GOOD. And he plans to make sure that he continues to be the True Opposite…

Gedeon’s artwork is rough, but considering the story being told, and the pain portrayed by the characters, it fits, perfectly. Some times, I see Joe Staton and Nic Cuti in these pages, a little cartoony, but that’s not a complaint… The story concentrates a bunch on Guy Gardner and Cap, so, it seems to fit (and the art is reminiscent of the ‘A Guy and his G’Nort’ storyline from 1991). 

All in all, a very good story, and a fantastic use of a truly underused treasure.

Out of 5🌶        🌶🌶🌶🌶

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Speed Metal #1

Writer: Joshua Williamson   Pencils: Eddy Barrow   Inks: Eber Ferreira

‘Hey, Flash Family, Is it true a Flash has to die in every Crisis?!’

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And the levels of snark from the Darkest Knight have reached Epic Levels!

The first three pages of this issue give us a rehash of everything  having to do with Wally West, since the beginning of the Rebirth Era, from Barry pulling Wally out of the Speed Force, to Barry and Batman finding the Comedian’s Smiley Face button embedded in the Batcave wall, to the events of Heroes in Crisis and Flash Forward.

The action picks up as Barry, Wally, Wallace and Jay leave the Batman’s Vault, in search of Metron’s Chair, with the Darkest Knight hot on their trails. 

In the Speed Force.

With the Darkest Knight’s presence corrupting the Speed Force, Barry and Wally bickering the entire time, I’m reminded of why I hated the post Crisis Flash… Wally wasn’t mature enough to wear the mantle of Barry’s fame.

Sure, he had the speed, he was even faster than Barry, but he was still the same jealous little kid inside, the one who needed to be patted on the head, the one who couldn’t get on with the Titans, even though he was probably the most powerful of them. 

He was just an immature kid, and here, Williamson dragged that all into the foreground once again.

All so Wally West, the King of the Redemption Arc, could have another Redemption Arc…

Sorry, that did me in. 

The rest of the story is pretty good… the art is wonderful, the Jay / Barry / Wallace interplay is really kinda neat, and all the Black Flashes… well, I’m a sucker for Death icons, so a mass of Death Speedsters, well that’s fun with a CAPITAL F!

But, did we need another Wally gets to whine story?

Sorry, this wasn’t the finest arc of the Death Metal Saga.

Out of 5🌶        🌶🌶🌶

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Death Metal #4 ‘Shot In The Dark’

Writer: Scott ‘Scream King’ Snyder   Artist: Greg ‘The Muscle’ Capullo  Inks: Jonathan ‘Bloodied’ Glapion

“So, ever wonder why you never see A Harley Who Laughs’?’

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And, that Gentle Readers, is the crux of one of those puzzles about this series… Why don’t we ever see more twisted versions of the Villains who infest Earth Prime?

The Robin King (this is the character who rates SECOND on my memorable Characters list, especially with his own One-Shot—— Who’s First?? Time, Gentle Ones in time…) puts the explanation out there, and it is very simple.

And worth the read… But, I digress.

So, Issue 4 picks up with Sergeant Rock describing what has been happening on Earth - Prime, and we finally get to see who has been carrying him around… AMBUSH BUG! Yes, the character that made the Fourth Wall more transparent than an open Anderson window has been carrying Rock around as his own personal narrator…

Which, if you know the Bug, is a joke unto itself.

So, here we go, the ride is picking up steam, and we are now following 6, count’em SIX, separate story lines. A guy could get whiplash, or Bullwhip or some other third rate character… But, I digress.

We have the Trinity storyline, the SpeedMetal storyline, Multiverse’s End, and the Lantern Storyline from the last issue, the Justice League / Legion of Doom story… am I forgetting anything? 

Oh, and of course, the Robin King.

Where to start with this… I guess the simplest place to start is the artwork.

Greg Capullo’s pencils are absolutely wonderful. For anybody who it's to watch the process of drawing I want to watch so he's got a really wonderful touch I recommend Greg Capullo’s Instagram site. As he's drawing pages for these books, he posts the pencils as he finishes pieces of the process . Normally, he has six or seven photo panels showing exactly what he's been doing.  In man cases, this involves crowd scenes, with extensive detail. His work is beautiful, it’s easy to see why he is such a sought after talent.

Jonathan Glapion’s inks on Capullo’s pencils are comparable to Austin on Byrne, and Janson over Miller, Janson over Colan… Enhancing, and not hiding the intricate detail rendered in the pencils, adding that last flash of lightning to bring it all together. The balance struck between them is almost organic, a constant growth between the two, bringing them to levels bordering on the true Classic Art teams of the last 50 years.

I do not make these comparisons lightly

Now, to the story. Scott Snyder is powering a roller coaster with a rocket sled. The coordination between the different aspects of these stories is both intricate and daring. With all the different aspects of this story spinning like plates on sticks, Snyder juggles the plot lines, and what is left to him by the myriad of writers as Emmet Kelly did in the heyday of Ringling Brothers.

His deft touch, and subtle influences are balanced by lace covered sledgehammer blows, leaving the reader reeling, and wanting so very much more.

Scott Snyder, much like Tom Taylor, has pulled out all the stops, cut the brake lines, kicked out the jams, insert favorite euphemism for creating a high speed, non-stop mad ride to Hell!

And, much to my wallet’s chagrin, I am very happy about it.

Now, as it crosses to other books, and other writers pick up the reins, I am sure Snyder will still be the whip hand driving the story, not allowing some of these writers to go too far astray (unless it’s Tom King… then, well Woo Hoooo!)

I can’t say enough good things about this story, or the team creating it. I’m beginning t feel a little biased, but, what the heck.

Out of 5🌶        🌶🌶🌶🌶.5

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Death Metal: Robin King #1 ‘The Robin Who Would Be King’

Writer: Peter J. Tomasi   Artist: Riley Rossmo

‘Aw! Come on, this is the fun part!

Get up and let’s FIGHT!’

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Games, within games, within games…

So, the Batman who Laughs wasn’t infallible.

And the Robin King is going to be the bigger threat to the Darkest Knight than any combination of the Trinity, Flashes or their cohorts.

At least, that’s my takeaway from this issue.

We continue the story of the Robin King, as started in the Tales of the Dark Universe one shot.  Bruce has grown up, and grown into his sociopathy, and genius. He has used the family fortune to get all the training necessary, and to accumulate all the tools, to begin his reign as the true Evil Overlord of Gotham.

Utilizing his accumulated weapons, he has taken out Commissioner Gordon, Firestorm, Animal Man, Adam Strange Blue Beetle (Ted Kord), and the Red Tornado, all in truly spectacular and extraordinarily grisly fashion.

While the Black Hole Implosion for Firestorm was a particularly well thought out death, I think, so far, the ‘Mortal Coil’ Death, for the Red Tornado was the most imaginative… making his powers totally uncontrollable, while moving him closer to his ultimate dream, to be a real person, before his form totally destroys itself from the stresses of his own speed.

Marvelous! Fantastic! Gross!

Enter the Batman who Laughs, with the proposition to make the Robin King special, one of his own…

But, he’s a Robin, so, off to the Groblin Pit he goes!

Hence, his mistake, and possibly another chink in the boiler plate of his plans… since Bruce Wayne is NO Robin!

Peter Tomasi’s scripting for this issue is simply remarkable. The creep factor he brings to this iteration of Bruce Wayne is almost eviscerating. Reading this was painful to my eyes and psyche, feeling the levels of insanity drip off the page, and scratch across my mind like a little bird’s unnaturally sharp talons.

He really hit all the horror factors.

Then, there was the artwork for this story. Riley Rossmo’s artwork set the mood for this story. His shattered pencil / inks style, which can be distracting, was integral to telling this story. It allowed the Reader to view this story as if it were playing out in Bruce’s mind, its all the fracturing being how he is viewing the world.

For me, this story has been the highlight of the series… thus far. I am anticipating this, which is near the midpoint of things, is setting up the Wednesday Night Episode…so, - 

Tune In, Gentle Readers! 

Same Bat-Time

Same Bat Channel!

The Best Is Yet To Come!

Did I neglect there is a B-story, with Signal, Spoiler, Orphan and Red Robin taking on Quietus, the amalgam of Batman Ras’ al Ghul and Duke Thimas, from another Dark Universe, written by Tony Patrick and drawn by Daniel Sampere?

This story brings in a plot line for ‘What’s happening for the Other Bat-Family Elements’, as they try to find their way through Castle Bat’s myriad streets… 

I am guessing we will start to see more of these stories.

I am completely fine with this, rather than having to recap things later…

Out of 5🌶        🌶🌶🌶🌶.5

[just-my-sickly-pride]

Date Night || Joe Mazzello x fem!Reader

summary || the fact that you’re late to work in the morning is not your fault. the fault lies with Joe, the cute guy who works at the coffee shop that’s just a little too far out of your way to be convenient.

rating || explicit (18+ only). do not read if you are under eighteen. the smut is only towards the end - before that, it’s just fluff.

word count || 3.3k.

author’s notes || thank you SO MUCH @queenmylovely​ for your patience. here, finally, a week late, is your stl fic, and i am your secret valentine. sorry i did a bit of a rubbish job at it! thanks again to @dtfrogertaylor​ for creating and hosting the event.

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     Yes, you’re going to be late for work again. Yes, you know you should just go to the coffee shop that’s on the way. Or at least you should’ve left earlier if you knew you were going to the coffee shop.

    The coffee shop. The one with the cute boy who works there on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday mornings.

    The cute boy who always makes you late. Well, he doesn’t make you late. But his existence makes you late, because you always go out of your way three times a week to see him, and you somehow always forget that it really is quite considerably out of your way.

    Does that make you sad? Maybe. But there are worse things in life.

    He greets you with a big smile, as he always does. His eyes are dark brown; his hair is reddish. He remembers your coffee order, as he always does, too. And your name.

    His name is Joe. You know that from his nametag. But you don’t know much else about him.

    You stand to the side and watch him work as you wait for your coffee. He has a particular cadence to his voice, a way he nods and shakes his head as he speaks. When he’s standing idle, waiting for customers, he plays with his fingers.

    It’s been six months since the first time you visited this coffee shop one fateful Monday, totally on a whim. The coffee is good – it’s better when Joe makes it, but it’s never bad coffee – so you came back the next week on the Wednesday, and that’s when you saw Joe for the first time.

    To call it ‘love at first sight’ is a bit dramatic. But it wasn’t far off. It took a few weeks to figure out his schedule, but when you did, it became part of your routine.

    You’re not super proud of it. You tell yourself you’re building up the courage to ask him out on a date. But six months is an awfully long time to build up courage. Now it just feels a bit like stalking.

    You watch as he keeps half an eye on the coffee being made behind him as he serves customers. Then, at some point, he ducks away from the register to take a coffee out of the barista’s hand, so he can bring it over to the counter. You’re standing right by, but he calls your name anyway.

    This is also part of the whole song-and-dance the two of you have: he’s always the one to give you your coffee, even if it’s not him who has made it. He always calls your name, and it makes your heart sing.

    “Thank you, Joe,” you say, taking the coffee from him.

    “You’re most welcome, [Y/N],” he says. He talks fairly quickly, in that unusual cadence, and his eyes are warm. “I hope you have a lovely day.”

    “You too,” you say.

    “Thank you,” he says.

    “You’re most welcome,” you reply.

    “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

    “Sure will.”

    “Looking forward to it.”

    “Likewise.”

    “Joe,” says the barista, smacking Joe with her tea towel, and Joe flinches. “Customers.”

    “Right, sorry,” Joe says. He turns back to you. “I’ll see you later.”

    “Yeah,” you say with a smile.

    “Joe.”

    “Sorry, jeez.” Joe shoots you an apologetic smile, and hops back to the register.

    It’s usually how the morning goes. Your boss gives you a talking-to for being late, and you apologise and promise it won’t happen again.

    It will. But it’s worth it.

    And at night, if a certain face pops into your head while you’re having some… personal time, then that’s your business, isn’t it?

-

    You check your phone as you hurry towards the coffee shop. Late again. Later than usual, actually. The neighbour’s dog kept you up all last night with its incessant barking. Why the hell would anyone get a dog if they couldn’t be bothered to train it? Now the dog’s miserable, and the owners would be miserable, and everyone on the block is miserable. Idiots.

    There’s a text from your friend Josie. We still on for brunch tomorrow?

    Uh, yeah, you text back, and almost run into someone passing you. It’s galentine’s day, can’t miss that.

    The coffee shop door opens, and you almost get smacked in the face. You apologise to the person exiting, even though you don’t really have anything to apologise for, and slip into the café.

    The walls are dotted with posters advertising the café’s special Valentine’s Day-themed lattes and snacks. You almost consider getting one – the raspberry white chocolate latte looks pretty good, actually, and maybe you could ask for an extra shot of espresso to wake you up – but then you hear your name.

    Joe’s there at the serving counter, setting down a coffee. He meets your eyes, and grins – your stomach flips – and gestures to your coffee.

    You wander over, confused. “But I…”

    “You were late,” Joe says with a shrug. “Figured you’d need it to go in a hurry.”

    You feel a beaming smile burst onto your face before you can help it, and you gratefully take the coffee, curling your hands around it. “Oh, Joe, that’s so sweet of you,” you say, and Joe’s ears turn red.

    He shrugs again, glancing away, flustered, and you giggle.

    “Let me pay, at least,” you say.

    “No need,” Joe says. “It’s on the house.”

    Your mouth falls open. “No, Joe, I can’t–”

    “Go on, you’re gonna be late,” Joe says, cutting you off. “Just – look at the cup before you throw it out.”

    You frown, and lift the cup to look, but Joe blurts out, “Not now! Later. When you’re done.”

    “Customers, Joe,” the barista says tiredly.

    “Thank you,” you say. “I’ll see you next week.”

    “Yeah,” Joe says, after half a beat too long. “Yeah, see you then. Have a good day.”

    “You too,” you say, and hurry out the door.

    You want to check the cup as soon as you can, but first you have to make sure you won’t get fired.

    You’re lucky your boss likes you so much.

    By the time you get to work and settle in, you’ve almost forgotten what Joe told you, and it’s only when you’ve finished your coffee and are about to throw it out when black handwriting on the cup catches your eye.

    It’s hard to read – it was obviously done in a rush – but it’s a message and a phone number.

    Too chicken to ask you face to face, the message says. Go out w/ me on Valentine’s Day? Joe x

    You let out a tiny squeak of excitement, ignoring the confused looks sent your way.

    You whip out your phone and send the text straight away. It’s [Y/N]. How does dinner sound?

-

    Joe insists on going all old-fashioned, picking you up and bringing you flowers. “I’m trying to woo you,” he says when you protest all the effort as you carry the flowers into the kitchen. “I can’t woo you if you won’t let me.”

    “You don’t need to woo me,” you say with a laugh.

    “I want to,” Joe says.

    You pause, turning back to smile at him, and the smile he gives you in return in excited and eager and just a little bit shy, and you say, “Okay. You can woo me.”

    You find a vase, and set the flowers in your living room.

    “You look beautiful, by the way,” Joe says.

    You look down at your outfit to avoid his gaze. You’re dressed up, sure, but you’re not exactly red carpet ready. “Oh, thanks,” you say with a chuckle. You glance up at him, and blurt out, ��You too.”

    Joe beams. “Thank you,” he says. Then he holds out his arm. “Shall we go?”

    You scoff at his gesture, but hook your arm through his, and he leads you out to the car.

    It feels like a breath of fresh air to finally get to know Joe on more than a superficial level. He tells you about his family, his favourite movies and food and drink, where he grew up. He tells you about his friends, and the mischief he got up to when he was growing up.

    He asks about you, too, and you have a feeling he’s been dying to know more about you just as you have with him. He asks so many questions that you almost feel self-conscious about how much you’re talking, but he listens so intently that you can’t help but answer every single question he asks.

    He’s booked you both into a nice restaurant. Italian. Not too fancy, but still a little bit nicer than you’d usually shoot for on a first date. It thrills you to no end.

    “I hope this isn’t too much,” Joe says as he pulls your chair out for you to sit down. “I just…” He scratches behind his ear. “Y’know, I’ve sorta wanted to ask you out for a few months now, and I got really excited when you said yes, so I guess I– I just kinda went for it with the restaurant. I hope it doesn’t…” He chuckles awkwardly. “Hope it doesn’t scare you off or anything.”

    “No,” you say, shaking your head. “No, I…” The fact that you wanted to impress me and that you’ve wanted to ask me out for so long is probably the best thing ever. “I feel very much wooed. And I quite like it, I think.”

    “Oh, good,” Joe says, and the relief is unmistakable.

    First dates are usually awkward, and, as much as you like Joe, you’re still expecting the awkwardness.

    But it never comes. It’s like you’ve known each other for years.

    He’s funny, but you knew that already. You end up accidentally choking on your wine from a joke of his, and he apologises profusely in between his bouts of laughter. You both frantically try to stifle your giggles – and you your extremely unladylike hacking coughs – shrinking down in your seats as you’re given unimpressed looks from other patrons.

    You quickly find out that he’s an avid baseball fan. ‘Avid’ might be too mild a descriptor. His eyes light up when you ask about it, and he launches into a detailed description of his favourite team and his favourite player and his favourite game that he’s ever watched. You watch in awe and delight as he grows more and more animated, gesturing wildly with his hands, and it’s only after he eventually draws to a close that he realises how loud his voice has become.

    He hunkers down in his seat again. “Sorry,” he says with a sheepish grin. “I really like baseball.”

    “Don’t apologise,” you say. “I think it’s great.”

    “I know I can be really loud,” he adds. “My friends give me shit for it all the time. Sorry.”

    “I don’t care,” you say with a shrug. “You said you were Italian, weren’t you?”

    Joe snorts a laugh. “Yeah,” he chuckles. “Yeah, that also explains the, uh–”

    “The gesturing?” you say, at the same time Joe says, “The hand gestures.”

    “Yeah,” Joe says, and he laughs.

    He looks down at his meal, suddenly quiet, and he twirls some spaghetti around his fork. “Maybe I could take you to a, uh, a game,” he says, glancing up at you. “Some time. If you’d like.”

    You bite on your bottom lip, nodding. “Yeah, I’d really like that.”

    Joe’s smile, the look in his eyes, sends a bolt of heat all through your body. “Okay,” he says, nodding as well. “Yeah, cool.”

    You offer to share a dessert, and Joe happily accepts. It’s some pricey piece of chocolate cake with peanut praline that looks better than it tastes, as most pricey desserts do, but it’s worth it to have Joe’s hand close to yours as you both dig at the slice with your forks.

    The smiles you’re both exchanging now have a certain unmistakable weight to them that makes your stomach bloom with butterflies. You catch Joe’s eyes wandering down your neck a couple of times, although he does his best to hide it.

    You both eat dessert a little more quickly than is warranted.

    Despite Joe’s overwhelming need to woo, you refuse to let him pay for the whole meal. He tries to talk you out of it, saying that it wasn’t fair of you to pay when you didn’t choose the venue, but you’re not having it. You end up splitting it, and Joe mumbles an abashed ‘thank you’.

    You’re both still chatty and excitable on the drive home, but there’s extra jitters in the air. Nothing has been discussed about what comes next, but it’s easy to tell where it’s going to go.

    Joe parks outside your flat. Pulls the handbrake.

    The car falls silent.

    “Thanks for coming out with me,” Joe says, looking to you. His cheeks are flushed from the wine, and you desperately want to kiss him. “I had a really nice time.”

    “I did too,” you say. “Thanks for driving me.”

    “No problem,” Joe says.

    You both look at each other. Waiting.

    You lean in first, capturing his lips in yours. He kisses back without hesitation, cupping your cheek in his palm.

    You’d meant for it to be short and sweet, but now that you’ve started, you’re finding it hard to stop, and Joe seems to feel the same way.

    Eventually, though, you break away, and ask a little shakily, “You wanna come up?”

    “Yeah,” Joe says. You think he was aiming for casual, but it’s far too easy to read the eagerness in his voice.

-

    “God, Joe,” you breathe as Joe presses a kiss to the inside of your thigh.

    He gives you a heated smile. “Good?”

    “Yeah,” you say. “Yeah, so good.”

    He crawls up your body again, holding himself up above you, and he kisses you deeply. You coax his mouth open, and you taste traces of yourself on his tongue.

    You roll him over, straddling him, and kiss him again once before reaching over to your bedside table, yanking the drawer open and fumbling for a condom. Joe’s hands slide down your sides, over your ribs, the curve of your waist. You pull out a condom and rip open the packing, and he wordlessly takes it from you and rolls it onto himself.

    You grind against him, hissing at the feeling of him, hot and hard, and he grips your hips, gasping out, “Fuck.”

    You kiss him again, and it’s all tongue and teeth, and then he’s taking his cock and stroking the tip through you a few times. Your hand joins his, and you hold him steady as you sink down onto him slowly, taking him inch by inch.

    Joe moans, deep and rough. “Shit.” He holds your waist in one hand and the bedsheets in the other, like he’s not quite sure what to do with himself.

    “You feel so good,” you say, your breathing ragged, and you settle in his lap, giving an experimental wiggle of your hips.

    Joe lets out a laugh, and you smile. “What?”

    “Nothing,” he says. “You just feel… fuckin’ great.”

    You hum. “Thanks,” you say teasingly, and rock forward.

    Joe’s hips buck against yours. “Oh my God, please move,” he says, his voice tight.

    You do, grinding against him, and you brace yourself on his chest as you pick up speed, bouncing his lap, and he lifts his hips to meet yours.

    He hisses out your name, holding tightly onto your hips, and then he surges forward, sitting up and rolling you both over.

    You let out a small yelp of surprise, and he says a quick apology before burying himself in you again, and you yank him down for a kiss as he thrusts in and out of you. You wrap your legs around his waist, and he takes a moment to adjust to take hold of one of your knees and press it up against your chest, and you whine at the feeling.

    “Joe, fuck, just like that,” you gasp, and he drives into you hard, burying his face in your neck, and you claw at his shoulders.

    “You feel so fucking good,” he says weakly, “oh my God.”

    “You gonna come?” you ask him.

    He makes a sound you guess is meant to be uh-huh, and you wriggle a hand in between the two of you to rub your clit. He mouths at your throat, and lets go of your knee to brace himself on the bed again.

    You can feel yourself rapidly building, and Joe takes a moment to pause and gather himself, adjusting his arms on the bed. You’re both panting and sweaty, and Joe kisses you as he picks up again, just thrusting slowly, watching you carefully, his eyes dark and hot on your face.

    You’re still massaging your clit, still climbing, and you whimper, your back arching.

    “That’s it, touch yourself,” Joe breathes. “Want you to come on my cock.”

    “Shit, Joe,” you say, almost in surprise, and Joe smirks.

    “Well, it’s true,” he says, and you giggle, then gasp when he does a particularly harder thrust.

    He starts speeding up again, hitting you deep, and it feels so good, and you’re getting closer and closer.

    He drops his head to your shoulder again, and he moans, his hips jerking erratically. “Fuck, I’m gonna…”

    You grab at his back with your free hand, squeezing your legs tighter around him, urging him on. “Yes, Joe, come on.”

    You’re on the edge yourself, and your hard is growing tired, but it’s hard to care when you’re so close, you’re so close, and then Joe’s hips snap against you, and he stills as he comes, moaning out your name. His body heaves as he tries to catch his breath, and he pushes himself up and presses his forehead to yours, gripping your hip with one hand as his hips move a few more times, whispering words of encouragement. It’s just enough to push you over the edge, and you let out a broken moan, twitching and shuddering, and he dots kisses all over your cheeks, the corner of your lips, your temple.

    When you’ve come down from your orgasm, he eases himself out of you and flops down on the bed next to you. You both look at each other, and smile widely.

    “Consider me officially wooed,” you say, and Joe laughs breathlessly.

    “Consider me officially wooed,” he says. “Holy shit.” He rolls over and kisses you, and you smile against his lips.

    He breaks away to take off the condom and throw it in the bin in the corner of your room, and then joins you back on the bed.

    “You gonna kick me out?” he asks, dragging you in closer by your waist. It’s half-joking, half-serious, and you smooth your hand over his shoulder, pretending to think about it.

    “Not yet,” you say. “But I am expecting you to make me some very good coffee in the morning.”

    “I’ll let you in on a secret,” Joe says. His thumb circles your hip. “It’s about how good the coffee beans are. I don’t really do anything to make it taste better.”

    “Nonsense,” you say. “You’ve got the magic touch.”

    Joe quirks a brow. “Oh, do I?” he purrs suggestively.

    You laugh. “Oh, I see, it’s like that, is it?”

    Joe steals a few kisses. “You’re just too hard to resist,” he murmurs.

    You hum approvingly. “Well, Happy Valentine’s Day to me,” you say chirpily, and Joe huffs a laugh, then pulls you in impossibly closer, kissing you like it’s his last day on Earth.

    The coffee he makes you the next morning is the best coffee you’ve ever had.

[hopesbarnes]

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Summary: When your best friend offers to help relieve your stress you say yes. It spirals into months of the best sex of your life. But things can’t stay that simple.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: 18+, Smut (bondage, oral, cockwarming), Cursing 

A/N: Written for @morsmordrethings​ 1k writing challenge. I had the prompt “Don’t act so innocent, you had me pinned underneath you 5 minutes ago” I also used prompts 5, 53, & 82 from @justforshitsandcackles smut prompt list

It started seven months ago, on a particularly rough day. 

The alarm clock never switched after daylight savings, meaning when it rang at 6 a.m. it was already 7. Considering work started at 8 and was a 20-minute train ride away (not counting the stop to pick up the boss’ coffee) there was no way to get there on time. Panicking, you quickly dressed, fixed your hair and rushed out the door. 

The line in the coffee shop was insane. It was a Monday morning, but still. You ordered the coffees and anxiously looked at the watch hoping it would pause altogether. But the minutes kept ticking. Eventually, the coffee was finished and you ran to the subway. You were 10 minutes behind schedule already. 

Then, on the dreaded ride, someone bumped into you and you spilled your coffee all over your white coat. At least it was yours, not your boss’. The stain certainly wouldn’t come out of the coat though.

15 minutes late you arrived at the office, only to see the pile of papers on the desk. On top of them was a sticky note of tasks for today (including getting lunch). Which would be fine if you were a secretary and not a legal clerk. You shouldn’t even have to get her coffee. But this job was the best track for your career so you sucked it up and got through the tasks. 

Then you got a text from the guy you were supposed to go on a date with that night saying he was ‘busy’ and couldn’t make it. So there goes any luck of relieving any stress. So you decided to work later and do some of tomorrow’s tasks and just call out the next day and claim you were sick.

Finally, a few hours later you were home, stressed, and hungry. So you texted your best friend.

Y/N: Need food, and to smile. Come over?

Bucky: Already on my way with pizza.

Y/N: Marry me?

Bucky: Buy me a pretty diamond and then we’ll talk.

Bucky arrived a little while later, with pizza in one hand, and one of his sweatshirts in the other. It was the one you kept begging to borrow because it looked super comfortable.

“Figured you might need this, long day?” he asked shrugging.

“You have no clue,” you replied grabbing the food and sweatshirt.

“Wanna talk about it?”

You recount the long day while eating the pizza and he listens intently. 

“... Plus I’m stressed and was gonna do something about that with the guy I told you about but clearly, he flaked. I just, argh!” you say throwing your head back yelling out of frustration. 

“I mean, if you’re that stressed I could help?” Bucky said biting his lip.

“And do what, fuck me?” you laugh. Except he’s not laughing back. “Shit, really?”

“I mean, you’re so pent up and I haven’t had a good lay in months. Would it really be that bad?”

“What about our friendship? The minute we see each other naked, things will inevitably change!” you say while standing up. 

“I’m fine with that. You’re my best friend, I trust you. This won’t change anything. It’s not like we want to date or fall in love. Just want to let off some steam.” 

“Okay,” you say, not letting yourself overthink this.

“Okay?” he asks and you nod. He follows you to where you are standing in the living room.

 “How do we even start-” you try to say but are cut off. Bucky takes matters into his own hands and picks you up and backs you against a wall. Within a second he has you pushed up against him and startles you with a kiss. 

The first thought you have is, “this isn’t weird” which is followed closely by “fuck, he can kiss.” Then it becomes a tug of war, who can put more into it. You’re tugging his lip, he’s moaning as you pull his hair, until finally you give way and let him dominate your mouth. Giving in has never tasted this good. Why weren’t you doing this with him the whole time?

His body fits perfectly against yours, and sometime during the kiss, you start grinding against him. It’s almost embarrassing until he groans and situates his leg between your thighs. 

The kiss only pauses long enough for the two of you to catch your breath. Before your mind clears his lips are already on yours again. Kissing doesn’t feel like this. Kissing him shouldn’t feel like this. But you’re stressed and horny and just want him. 

Your shirt and bra are pulled off somewhere along the line, and he doesn’t waste a minute to run his fingers over your nipples. He’s putting everything into the kiss and still manages to pay attention to your breasts. 

You pause the kiss to pull his shirt over his head, and can’t help but admire him. Since when was Bucky so fit? He must work out to look like that, but you can’t recount a single time you’ve seen him go to a gym. You quickly pull yourself from the thought to find him hiking your skirt up and kneeling in front of you.

“What are you doing?” you ask as he pulls down your underwear and kisses up your thigh.

“Relieving some stress, thought we already went over that?” he asked cheekily. 

“Nobody’s ever done that for.. OH!” your sentence gets cut off as he flicks his tongue against you. The motion catches you off guard and feels incredible. He takes his time using his mouth to lap every inch and slowly build your orgasm. When his fingers join in you shatter, and ride it out on his fingers.

“That was...” you mumble still dizzy. 

“You taste good,” he remarks and meets your lips for another kiss. “We don’t have to do anything else tonight, just wanted to help you out.”

“It’s been way too long if you don’t fuck me Bucky I’ll be pissed. My vibrator has been used way too many hours and needs a break.” he laughs darkly at this and lifts you up. Your lips meet and he kisses you until you reach the bedroom. 

You quickly remove the skirt as he pulls off his pants. His cock strains against the material of his boxers. You feel almost giddy at the notion of him inside of you. Before he can remove the boxers you pull them down for him. 

He pulls you back up and kisses you again. The two of you can’t go more than a few minutes without your lips together. It’s as if he is oxygen. The two of you fall against the bed.

“I’m on the pill and clean,” you rush out awkwardly.

“M’clean too, you sure about this?” he asks.

“Positive,” you reply.

“You’re more than just a one night stand, you know?” he says as he sinks into you. 

It takes a few moments for him to be fully seated, and he gives you a second to adjust. But eventually, he sets a fast pace that has you digging your fingers into his shoulders. Little moans fall from your lips and mix with the groans from his. The sounds fill the air and you feel alive. Sex with your best friend shouldn’t feel this good. It isn’t awkward or weird, it’s just right. And the thought scares you. But your head is clouded with pleasure and before you know it the two of you are falling apart.

You lay breathless next to Bucky. He’s just as out of breath like you, and the thought fills you with pride. 

“I should go,” he says.

“Stay,” you mumble as sleep creeps up. 

“Okay.”

He stays the night and sleeps cuddled up with you. 

The next four months followed the same way. One of you got stressed, texted the other and before long you were coming undone with him. Your friendship stayed as strong, and feelings didn’t get involved, yet. 

Sleeping with a friend is different in a good way. Trust was already established long before you jumped into bed, so you felt safe with him. There was no pressure that sex would impact the relationship because there was no relationship. When you didn’t like something, you told him instead of keeping it quiet to not hurt his ego. And when he did something you loved, god you voiced that too. You felt comfortable, and it made the sex that much better.

One day after, you laid in bed trying to catch your breath. 

“That-” you breathed out, “was fantastic.” Bucky nodded.

“You got real excited when I started complimenting you. Guess I should do that more, huh?” he asked.

“I think I might have a praise kink,” you giggled.

“Think you got any others?” he turned to his side to look at you. 

“Yeah, I- maybe?” you shrugged.

“Don’t get shy on me now, doll.”

“I well- My last boyfriend didn’t like anything other than just straight missionary. Said anything but was wrong. I tried to bring up that I wanted to try things but he just shot it down,” you admitted. 

“He’s an asshole,” Bucky declares. “We could maybe experiment if you want?”

“Really?” you asked excitedly. 

“Let’s each make a list and see what we both come up with. Definitely gonna praise you more, that was great.”

You move to hit his arm but laugh nonetheless. 

The two of you made lists and combined the ones both of you wanted to try. There was also a second list of things you both wanted to try but weren’t ready for yet. The first combined list consisted of bondage, using toys, dom/sub, vibrator panties in public, and cockwarming. The sheer idea of the list was exciting.

The two of you planned to try each one at least once. First up was bondage. The idea of being tied up always excited you and Bucky loved the idea of having complete control over you. You worked out a safeword, and what to do if it was too much and then got ready. You stripped and laid on the bed waiting for Bucky to come into the room. 

A few minutes later Bucky entered with a blindfold and silk ties. He looked nervous but excited to try this out.

“I went and got this stuff if you don’t want to use the blindfold it’s okay- we don’t have to,” he said scratching his neck.

“I want to use it. Bucky, I trust you. I am giving complete control to you, okay. So after I kiss you one more time no more second-guessing yourself. Got it?” you declare. He nods and you give him a sweet kiss then lay back down on the bed.

As if a completely different guy, Bucky takes off his shirt and starts to tie your hands to the headboard. After double-checking that they’re secure but not too tight he put the blindfold on you. The idea that he was in charge lit a fire in you and adding the lack of sight made this thrilling. 

His hands ran up your body and lightly brushed against your nipples. Your body arched in response and a sigh left your lips. 

“Such a pretty body. So responsive too,” he said as he continued to caress the skin. His lips kissed down your neck and stopped to suck a hickey on the top of your breasts.

“Love leaving marks where only I get to see them. Such a good girl letting me mark you.” You moaned at his words. The possessiveness made you happy, and in the back of your mind, you knew that wasn’t a good thing. But at the moment it didn’t matter.

“You gonna be a good girl and suck me? Huh, bet you’d love to get your mouth on me?” 

“Please!” you blurted and opened your mouth in response, wanting him to continue to praise you. You heard rustling and figured he was undressing. He laughed at your eagerness and you felt the bed dip as he came closer to you. You started sucking once he entered your mouth, and soon gave in and let him face fuck you. He pinned you down beneath him, and you couldn’t move at all. All you could do is feel his hips thrust his cock deep into your mouth and you had to take it all. You couldn’t move away, and you loved that fact. Bucky’s thrusts got quicker and he shot his load into your tongue for you to swallow.

“God, you’re great at that. Best mouth I’ve ever had on me.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Sir huh? Think I kinda like that as much as you like me telling you how good you are,” he said and you smiled. 

You felt him kiss down your body and stopped at your core. He kissed all around where you wanted him most, teasing you, knowing you couldn’t do anything to stop him.

“James, stop teasing!” 

He pulled away for a second only to finally touch where you needed him. He licked and flicked his tongue against the slit before sucking your neglected clit into his mouth. You let out a loud moan and thrashed against him. He just grabbed your hips and held you against him and didn’t let up as you orgasmed against him. 

“That was incredible,” you breathed out. Bucky undid the ties and you slipped the blindfold off. You got up to clean yourself off and when you got back to the bed you snuggled yourself against him.

“You’re really fucking good at making me cum,” you told him. He blushed a deep red and stuttered.

“Uhm- thank you. I don’t really know what else to say to that,” he said still red as a tomato.

“Don’t act so innocent, you had me pinned underneath you 5 minutes ago,” you said giggling. He laughed with you.  

“Thank you really though,” you whispered a few minutes later and kissed him softly.

“No need to thank me, that was something I wanted to try too.”

As you fell asleep in his arms you knew that this more than just a friends with benefits kind of situation. No guy had ever tried this hard to make you feel comfortable. You couldn’t imagine not doing this with him. But you stuffed that voice down. Dating your best friend would be a bad idea, and you shouldn’t spoil a good thing like this. 

Over the three months that followed the two of you continued tackling the list. In between the kinky adventures were regular good sex, movie marathons, and complaining about work over meals. Which brought you to now. There was only one more item on your list and tonight you were going to do it.

Despite it being the tamest, cockwarming was the one act on the list that seemed the most daunting. It seemed like such an intimate act and with the growing feelings you were suppressing every day it would only make it more intimate. But, you promised to try it at least once. 

Bucky set up a movie to watch and you removed the pj shorts and underwear you had on and he took off his bottoms as well. He was already hard from you palming him, so you put a condom on his length and straddled him.

“You ready?” you asked.

He hummed in agreement and you lowered yourself down on him. Once you adjusted into a comfortable position he draped the blanket over the two of you and you rested your head against his chest and turned to try and watch the movie.

Having Bucky deep within you and not moving was frustrating. Not only was being this close to him breaking down the walls you built but it also kept you incredibly horny. You just wanted to rock your hips and have him pound you into oblivion. But every time you squirmed he held your hips down and told you to stop. It went on for an hour before you had enough.

“Bucky, can I move, please!” you pleaded.

“Pretty girl wants more huh?”

“This is agonizing! I’ve been so aroused I don’t even know what’s going on in the movie. All I want is you,” you admit.

“Guess you’ve been good enough,” he says before pushing you down to the couch still deep in you. 

He leans over and kisses you slowly, his hips keeping the same pace. The two of you have never done slowly before. Usually, it’s a mix of rough thrusts and sloppy kisses. But something about the deliberate speed and soft touches of his lips feel heavenly. He continues the speed for a while and you lose yourself in the feeling. Eventually, the pleasure accumulates and you see stars. Bucky doesn’t follow too far behind and he goes to dispose of the condom as you redress in just your shirt and underwear, and him just his pants and boxers. 

“That was… different,” you admit. 

“Different bad?” he asks.

“No, just different.” 

“Y/N, I really like you,” he says and you freeze.

“No you don’t,” you reply quickly. 

“Come on, you and I both know this is more than just sex. I really like you, and I think we would be good together. Like together together?”

“You’re my best friend!” you yell at him.

“Friends don’t do this kind of shit!” he yells back. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it. We’ve been more than friends for a long time. Ever since seven months ago when we first fucked!” Tears are streaming down your face now and you’re pacing the living room. 

“You’re my best friend,” you repeat quieter. “I can’t like you. This,” you motion your hand between the two of you, “Is to relieve stress, and explore what we couldn’t with previous partners. It’s not supposed to become a relationship. You’re not supposed to be my one. Because then we would fuck it up. I would lose you. Bucky, I can’t lose you.” you say the tears freely falling now. 

“You won’t lose me, doll,” he says softly.

“I think you should go,” you say harshly and turn to go to your bedroom shutting the door behind you. You head sounds from the living room and then the front door shut. It’s then that you completely fall apart. Your heart wanted to be happy with Bucky. But you knew logically that letting yourself love him would only lead to heartbreak. He was your best friend, and you refused to live without him. But pushing him away now left you without him anyway. 

A month passed without him around. You got up, got your bosses coffee and headed to work. You worked long hours, completing everything you had in front of you, and refiling the entire office. You moved around all your furniture and bought new decor for your apartment. You did whatever you could to make up for the lack of him around. Cooking didn’t make you miss him less, nor did knitting. Eventually, you had to come to terms with the fact that you were in love with your best friend. And that it’s okay to love him. So you decided to show up at his door and tell him what you should have already.

You picked up a pizza on the way and rang his doorbell once you arrived at his apartment. He answered it and looked as awful as you did. His hair was longer, and the start of a beard showed. The bags under his eyes gave away the fact he probably wasn’t sleeping and you felt shittier than you had before.

“That’s my sweatshirt,” he says pointing at what you’re wearing. “What?” you ask then look down and realize you’re wearing the sweatshirt he gave you close to a year ago. “Oh, uh- sorry.” 

“I brought pizza and an apology,” you say and he opens the door wider to let you in. 

You walk over to his couch and set the pizza down on the coffee table. His apartment looks as well as he does and it makes you feel all the more worse. 

“I freaked out when you told me you liked me,” you start.

“That’s an understatement,” he says dryly as he grabs a piece of pizza. 

“For as long as I can remember I’ve had you. Through jobs and ex’s you’ve been the one constant,” you start to explain. He simply keeps eating the pizza and looks at you to continue. “I’m really bad at relationships. I always fuck them up and they end. When you said you liked me all I could think is that I would mess it all up. Then I would lose you. But really, I lost you by not even trying.” You fidget with your hands and look down at them. 

“Bucky I really like you too. Have for a little while. Like, more than like you. God, all I think about is you. Your smile, the way you run your hand through your hair, everything. You consume all my thoughts and it’s scary as hell. Falling in love with you is scary as hell,” the last sentence comes out as more of a whisper, but he hears it nonetheless and drops the pizza in his hand.

You grab a slice from the floor and place it on the table as he looks at you shocked. “You love me?” he asks.

All you can manage is to nod in response.

“I love you too. If you haven’t figured out I’m bad at relationships too. Girls never stick around. But this is different, we’re different. If you’re up for it I want to try.”

“I’m up for it,” you say and that’s all it takes for him to lift you off the couch and kiss you deeply.

“Wanna explore sex while in love now?” he asks and you laugh at his cheesiness.

“I want to explore everything with you.” 

[glossydols]

psychopath II | ed

summary: where you wake up in most wanted criminal, ethan dolans bed.

warnings: very little cursing, angst.

you woke up with a massive headache, not to mention your throat was super dry.

your eyes fluttered open slowly to reveal you in a different location, definitely not your tiny apartment.

trying to move your arms to at least stretch, you failed realizing you were chained to the bed.

a stinging sensation emitting the more you tugged, making you whimper since you could feel bruises forming.

your eyes went wide as the bedroom door opened, a person walking in. a boy, to be more specific.

he looked around your age, maybe a bit older, and extremely attractive. but considering this person most likely kidnapped you, you knew you couldn’t fall for him.

"you’re up!" his deep voice spoke, his hazel eyes burning into yours as he put a tray of breakfast on your lap. a glass of orange juice, fresh pancakes and a side of sliced up strawberries.

your favorite fruit.

"w-who are you?" your voice came out broken and hoarse, indicating you were out for quite a while.

"eat first, then i’ll tell you anything you want to know" he seemed to compromise, but you couldn’t let your guard down. he looks dangerously familiar, but you couldn’t think of where you’d seen him before.

"how am i suppose to e-eat with these restraints?" you ask, slightly tugging on the cuffs as he eyed the metal material.

taking a pair of keys out from the back of his jean pockets, he carefully leaned over your small body as he unlocked the items.

your arms immediately went to swing at him but failed as they shot out in pain, dropping to your sides as you whimpered in soreness.

"you’ll be sore for a little, angel. but it should get better soon" he assured you.

the only thing you could do was feed yourself, and that’s what you did. sure he could’ve poisoned this food, but what would be the reason to kidnap you, bring you to his place or wherever you were, and then kill you through delicious pancakes?

he seemed to watch you the entire time you ate, right to where you finished your drink and wiped the corners of you mouth with the napkin.

"feel better?" he asked with a gentle smile, in response you gave him a small nod.

"c-can i..can i ask you who you are now?" you asked quietly, hoping he wasn’t just fibbing and was actually going to give you what you wanted.

"of course, angel. anything you’d like"

there’s that damn name again.

"i’d like to know first, what your name is."

his facial expressions didn’t change as he bit the inside of his cheek, almost like he was thinking on how to answer your question.

"ethan dolan"

ethan dolan..ethan dolan?

now you knew you’d heard that name somewhere, but you were so out of it that you couldn’t think straight.

"age?" you kept his name in the back of your head, but wanted more information on this random person in case you’d escape and gotten to police.

"twenty two-"

"-and you’re nineteen" he finished making you freeze. how did he know your age? and what else did he know about you?

he obviously knew where you lived but now you were thinking this wasn’t some random kidnapping, but a planned one.

"h-how’d you-"

"i know a lot about you, y/n. or should i say y/n y/l/n." he said mentioning your last name which made your insides churn.

"the fact that you moved to new york at eighteen, buying your own apartment which you’ve been living in for almost a year and a half. you also work as a secretary at a dental office, working mondays-fridays for ten hours each shift. of course having to keep up for rent-"

"what the fuck- how do you know all of this?!" you cut him off, nearly yelling at how freaked out and scared you were.

"first off, watch your language princess-" he spoke, almost like a threat.

"second, i know everything about you, more than you might know about yourself" he chuckled under his breath.

"but why? why have you been stalking me-"

"-because i’m in love with you" his words almost made you choke on your own salvia. in love?

"and you’re mine, we’re soulmates."

this man was crazy. obviously, but now he was just proving your point on how much of a psychopath he was.

psychopath.

that word seemed to trigger an alarm in your head, just that word alone seemed to make you feel some type of way, and not in a good way.

your eyes went wide and your breathing almost stopped when you realized who this man was.

ethan dolan, most wanted criminal- psychopath, murderer.

"now you remember me?" he asked with an almost cold blooded grin.

"you’re- you’re ethan dolan.." you sounded like you were out of breath, which you clearly were. but you didn’t want him knowing that, it would just make you more vulnerable.

"ding ding ding."

"p-please don’t hurt me" you begged, sounding tiny and small as your fear just lashed out. you couldn’t hold it in anymore, you just wanted to scream and cry.

which is exactly what you did.

hot tears rolling down your rosy cheeks as you broke down on this random mans bed, putting your hands over your face as your body shook with fear.

"no no no. princess, it’s okay. i’m not going to hurt you, you have no reason to be scared" he quickly spoke, his eyes dropping as he embraced you in his arms.

he held you against his broad chest, rocking you back and forth almost soothingly. you felt frozen, and you knew if you even tried to attack him, you’d fail.

"p-please dont h-hurt m-me" you blabbered out feeling fear and only fear. even though his scent of vanilla and almonds seemed to calm you down.

"i won’t, i won’t princess. i would never hurt you" he promised in a calming manner, his warm hands running up and down the small of your back.

"don’t h-hurt..hurt me"

then, you passed out.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Follow Me Home (Part 2)

Summary: Dean and the reader travel to Seattle to learn more about her father and what led her to ending up in Kansas...

Pairing: Cop!Dean x reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 4,900ish

Warnings: language, kidnapping

A/N: Enjoy!…

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“Thank you,” said Dean when he got off the phone a few hours later. He sat down in his chair with a sigh, running his hands over his face. You crossed your arms in the chair across from his desk, Dean groaning for a moment before moving his hands away. “Apparently you called your boss first thing Monday morning and said you weren’t feeling well and were taking the next few days off. Seattle PD will be interviewing people you know but your boss was adamant that he spoke to you directly and that you sounded normal.”

“So either I didn’t feel good, was playing hookie for fun, or I was getting out of Seattle for some reason,” you said.

“Seattle PD did mention one thing. They said you’ve mentioned family before at work. A father,” he said.

“My father died before I was born,” you said. “I thought that’s what my old file said.”

“Possibly. Or possibly we have a prime kidnapping suspect. It would make sense why a smart little girl wouldn’t put up a fight if she thought that was her long lost dad,” said Dean.

“My own father stole me?” you asked.

“A majority of the time when a kid goes missing, they’re with a family member. I’m not saying that’s what happened. It’s a possibility though,” he said. “Right now we just have to wait and see.”

“Yeah?” said Dean into his phone, halfway through dinner at his place that night. You slurped up some spaghetti across from him at the table, Dean pursing his lips. “Are you...I don’t...hey. I’m not some dumb hick cop...yeah well why don’t you...I ain’t sending some memory-less girl halfway across the country...yeah...tough shit...oh don’t you...on the condition I am with her at all times, got it?...fine...yeah, we’ll let you know when we land,” said Dean as he hung up. “Asshole.”

“We going to Seattle?” you asked, twirling another forkful.

“Apparently. The police chief, dickhead named Broch, his uncle works in congress so they got assloads of money and are sending a private jet to get us up there. He thinks this will be some big case that makes his career,” said Dean, stabbing his food. 

“Should we go?” you asked.

“...Yes. I’m still not comfortable with the idea. You’re on me like glue up there, understand? The police found some stuff in your apartment they’re hoping you can explain,” he said.

“What kind of stuff?” you asked.

“They think you were figuring out that this ‘father’ figure in your life wasn’t your dad. I don’t know how but that’s all they were telling me over the phone,” he said.

“So do I have a boyfriend?” you asked.

“Nope. As single and hopeless as the rest of us apparently,” he said, giving you half a smile. “Y/N. You don’t have to go anywhere if you don’t want to.”

“I want to remember...and to find out what happened,” you said. “Just, watch my back?”

“That I can do,” said Dean.

The rest of dinner was quiet, Dean washing up the pots and pans, thanking you as you helped dry them off. He left you alone for a little while as he packed up a quick bag for the trip, eventually poking his head in your room.

“Hey. I uh, made up a bag for you to bring up tomorrow. Toothbrush, some more of those hanes shirts and underwear we bought for you before,” said Dean.

“Thanks,” you said, giving him a half smile as you sat back against the headboard. Dean set the backpack down by the door, smiling as he took a seat on the end of the bed. “I’m okay, really.”

“Can I get you anything?” he asked.

“I could go for cuddling a puppy,” you said with a laugh. Dean held up a finger and left the room, returning two minutes later with his hands behind his back. “You have a dog?”

“No but I got this,” he said, pulling a stuffed animal dog out, waving it in front of you. “It’s deputy Doug.”

“Deputy Doug?” you said, Dean sitting down again and handing him to you.

“We all keep a stuffed animal in our cars or cruisers for if there’s an incident with a kid. It helps with the shock,” said Dean.

“I’m not in shock though,” you said. Dean stared at you and nodded.

“You’re in limbo. I think that might be worse,” said Dean. You looked at the dog, playing with it’s ear for a moment. “Y/N.”

“I don’t know what I need,” you said, setting the dog aside. Dean nodded, your gaze going to your lap.

“Do you want to watch a movie? Something funny?” asked Dean.

“Why?” you asked.

“Because we both look like we could use a laugh,” he said. You smiled and followed him downstairs, Dean making sure you had a blanket before he stuck on a comedy. You knew you’d seen it before, even if you couldn’t quite remember where. About halfway through you found yourself sitting closer to Dean, eventually resting your head on his shoulder.

You let out a deep breath, Dean putting his arm around your back. 

“You’re okay,” he said quietly, rubbing his hand up and down your back as he let his head rest against yours. 

“Why’s that feel good?” you mumbled.

“Comfort after trauma always helps. Even if you can’t remember the trauma,” said Dean. “I’m actually kind of shocked you haven’t cried yet.”

“I don’t want to cry. I just want to remember,” you said.

“You’re tougher than I am then,” he said.

“I like you, Dean. You’re sweet,” you said. 

“I like you too, Y/N,” he said, flipping off the movie. “We got an early flight I’m not looking forward to. We should head up to bed.”

“Dean?” you asked as you stood up, getting a soft smile from him in return. “Thank you, for making me feel normal for a little while.”

“It’s no problem, Y/N. We’ll get to the bottom of what happened. I promise.”

“Dean?” you asked when you landed in Seattle the next day around lunchtime. You poked his arm and he jumped straight out of his seat. “Sorry.”

“S’okay,” he said, pulling down his noise cancelling headphones and opening his eyes again. “We there?”

“Yeah. You know, we can totally rent a car and road trip it back to Kansas so you don’t have to fly again,” you said.

“I’m fine,” he said.

“Yeah. You look right as rain,” you said.

“At least I remember my birthday,” he said.

“I know my birthday,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“I’m just teasing,” he said. 

“I know, Dean. I’m messing with you,” you said. “Relax. I’m basically hopeless on my own so it’s just a little nice to see super cop be a little human.”

“I’m super cop?” he smirked.

“Shut up,” you said. “You’re a dork. I’ve seen your house Winchester. No one owns that many batman movies and isn’t a fanboy.”

“I am not a dork, dork,” he said.

“Nice comeback,” you said. “Well after you un-traumatize yourself at the hotel, can we get some lunch?”

“Mhm. We’ll meet up with the police chief after.”

“Dean?” you asked, knocking on the door between your rooms an hour later. 

“Come in,” he said. He was tugging on his raincoat, glancing at you. He gave a sad smile, peeling off his coat and holding it out to you. “It’s pouring out there.”

“It’s okay. I”m sure they sell umbrellas down in the hotel gift shop,” you said.

“Well after lunch we’ll get with the police so we can get in your apartment, get you in something better than that hanes t shirt and a pair of jeans that don’t fit,” he said. You glanced down, Dean stepping in front of you, putting a finger under your chin. You looked up wearily, Dean smiling back at you. “You want my pullover? It’s cool outside.”

You nodded, Dean pulling his jacket back on before he went to his backpack, pulling out a quarter zip up. It was a bit big on you but it was fleece and warm.

“What kind of life do I have that no one reported me missing,” you said as Dean pulled up the zipper. “What kind of person am I?”

“Well the Y/N I’ve gotten to know is pretty smart and she’s pretty great at being brave,” he said. You rolled your eyes but he caught your arm. “I’m serious. I can’t even imagine how scary it must be not being able to remember anything and yet you’re still insisting on helping. You’re tough. I know you probably feel pretty alone right now but I got your back, remember?”

“You have to hang out with me,” you said. “You don’t have a choice.”

“I have to do a lot of things as part of my job, Y/N. Traveling halfway across the country on the off chance you remember something in your apartment? I could have sent anybody to do that,” he said.

“You’re scared of flying, aren’t you,” you said.

“Yeah, well, I like you. Sue me,” he said with a smile. “Plus you think I’m cute.”

“I never said that,” you said.

“Yes you did,” he teased. “I’m hot according to you.”

“Can we go get something to eat before it gets even more awkward in here?”

“Alright. I got a feeling my wallet’s about to take a dent in this town.”

“Nice apartment building,” said Dean when you walked inside. You spotted some police officers in the lobby area, Dean nodding for you to approach them. “Chief Broch?”

“Chief Winchester,” said one of the men, stepping over with a hard smile, shaking hands with Dean before turning to you. “You must be Jane.”

“My name’s Y/N,” you said quietly. He stared at you, nodding for Dean to follow. You went with him and the two other officers, the five of you piling into the elevator.

“You get any memory back?” asked Broch.

You shook your head, Dean rubbing a hand up and down your back.

“Well let’s see if we can jog it,” said Dean. You quietly rode up to the sixth floor, following the officers around the corner and down the hall, stopping outside a door with police tape hanging from it. The officers let you go inside first. 

It was cute and clean. It was a little plain and the furniture looked like the apartment probably came with it but the place smelled new so maybe you hadn’t lived there too long.

“Anything?” asked Broch.

“Let her look,” said Dean, the officers quietly following you further inside until you got to your kitchen and living room.

You looked over the counter, spotting some glass next to the sink.

“We found a broken glass in the trash can,” said Broch. You lifted your hand, staring at the little cuts on the palm you thought had been from the woods. The officers waited in the living room as you went back to the bedroom with Dean and Broch.

The room was covered in papers, some torn, some official looking. Your eyes landed on an overturned notebook with DAD written on top.

“What’s it say in there?” you asked.

“You started it a few months ago if your dates are correct. Your father, or the man claiming to be your father, let something slip at a dinner that concerned you. You started to piece things together. The last date was from Sunday where you said you would be confronting him about what you found,” said Broch.

“What did she find?” asked Dean, furrowing his brow.

“She bought one of those DNA test kits and somehow discreetly took her father’s DNA and her own to get them tested. It was a match,” he said.

“Where is my father now?” you asked.

“It took us a bit but we got a name on him,” said Broch.

“Did you arrest him?” asked Dean.

“No.”

“Why not?” you asked.

“He died on Monday morning. County Hospital. He was diagnosed with an aggressive form of cancer a few months ago,” said Broch.

You crossed your arms, heading back out to the living room.

“The doctor’s said it happened early in the morning. You didn’t find out until you got there around nine,” he said.

“The son of a bitch went and died before…” you said, tilting your head back. You felt a pit in your gut like you’d just gotten bad news, your head aching for a few moments. “I broke the glass. I was pissed and upset when I got home on Monday.”

“What we need to understand is how you wound up in Lawrence, Jane,” said Broch.

“My name is Y/N,” you snapped at him. “I don’t care that he was my real father. He stole me. If he wasn’t already dead I’d kill him myself.”

“Ms. Jones-“

“Back off,” said Dean, holding up a hand. “Give her a minute.”

“Well I don’t remember anything so what do you want? Why I went to Lawrence? I got no clue. I don’t know. If I figure it out, I’ll let you know but until then, leave me alone,” you said. You plopped down on the couch, Broch saying something to Dean before the apartment grew quiet. You heard the door shut softly, the floor creaking once as Dean took a seat beside you.

“Y/N. I won’t even pretend to know what to say. We can stick around and try to jog your memory or we can go back to Kansas. It’s up to you,” he said.

“I don’t like this apartment,” you said, turning your head. “I want to go back to the hotel.”

“Alright. We can go back.”

“Y/N?” asked Dean, knocking on your hotel door after you’d packed up some clothes for you at your place. You hummed and he came in, finding you sat on your hotel bed with your notebook. “It’s getting to be dinner time if you want to grab a bite.”

“I’m not very hungry,” you said, forcing a smile. “Go on ahead. I got my purse now. I can get something on my own.”

“I thought I told you I had your back,” he said. 

“Dean-“

“Y/N,” he said, sitting on the end of your bed. “Let’s get out of here, go do something fun.”

“I loved him for so much of my life...and he is the reason my mom is dead. I hate him,” you said.

“Sweetheart. I’m sorry. I am. It’s okay to hate him,” said Dean.

“I’m glad I can’t remember. I don’t want to remember him. Ever.”

“I want you to try and remember a little when you’re up for it,” he said.

“Why?”

“Because you were hurt and scared when I found you a few days ago half-naked on the side of the road. I don’t know what happened and if someone tried to hurt you, I have to figure that out,” he said. “I want you to feel safe.”

“I feel confused and alone,” you said, your stomach deciding to rumble. Dean put a hand on your head, running it over your hair gently. “Maybe not entirely alone.”

“It’s on me,” he said, holding out his hand. “Well technically it’s on the Seattle PD so let’s go have a kickass dinner. Please?”

You sighed but grabbed his hand, Dean immediately pulling you to your feet and headed for the door.

“Dean,” you laughed during your appetizer. “You’re gonna be stuffed before we even get our dinner.”

“Is that a challenge? We are so getting dessert by the way. I saw pie on the menu,” said Dean, smiling as you took a sip of your beer. “How’s the head healing?”

“Okay, I guess. Not really on the list of concerns right now,” you said, smiling when your waiter came over with your meals.

“This steak looks amazing,” said Dean, cutting into his and taking a bite by the time you picked up your fork. “Tastes amazing too.”

“It must be good if you’re gonna moan like that,” you laughed, cutting off your own bite. You chewed and swallowed it down, head going fuzzy for a moment, Dean staring at you when you blinked again.

“You okay?” he asked.

“I’ve eaten here before,” you said. “It’s not a memory but...I know I have.”

“Well you got good taste in food at least,” he said. He made small talk throughout dinner and dessert, talking about his job mostly, his family a bit. Apparently after you’d gone missing years ago, the school went through a stranger danger program and they came up with a neighborhood watch.

“Hey, Dean. You could like look up if my dad was a bad guy, right?” you asked. He pursed his lips but nodded. “Do you know if he had a record?”

“I don’t know, sweetheart. Most of the time, the guys or gals that pull this, they tend to be deadbeats or people who didn’t get custody rights. Your mom was the only one on your birth certificate. Judging by your degree, your job, your apartment...you did well for yourself and obviously had a relationship with your father. This doesn’t sound normal at all,” he said.

“Was my mom bad?”

“Huh?”

“What if...what if she was bad and he took me to keep me safe?” you asked.

“I don’t know, Y/N. It’s possible,” he said, giving you half of a smile before holding out a piece of pie to you. “Want some? I don’t offer just anyone pie either.”

“Only the pathetic brain trauma victims, right,” you said.

“No. Just my friends,” he said, holding it out still. 

“I don’t have friends.”

“What am? Chopped liver?” he scoffed, putting a hand on his heart.

“I have a friend,” you smiled, Dean returning it as you took a bite of the pie. “It’s really good.”

“I know, right?” he said. You tried to forget about the reason you went to Seattle in the first place and instead enjoyed the rest of your meal, Dean insisting on taking a walk around downtown before it got too late out. The city was nice and you enjoyed it more than you thought you would. You’d liked being in Lawrence, liked how Dean lived on a quiet street, neighbors around but everyone had plenty of space to themselves. You were starting to understand though why you kind of liked Seattle. It felt cozy in way. Then again, it was surrounded by nature so maybe that was it.

You and Dean turned down a street, lampposts lighting up the wet sidewalk, a light drizzle in the air that no one seemed to notice as they milled about.

“Dean. What do you think I should do?” you asked.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Should I stay here, should I go back to Lawrence, do I keep going by Jane since all my documents and everything is in that name…” you said.

“Whatever lawyer crap needs to happen for all your legal stuff, don’t worry about that right now. It’ll all get taken care of,” he said, grabbing your hand when someone bumped into you. “You alright?”

You took a deep breath and shook your head, Dean pulling you around the corner of a building and giving you a hug.

“I don’t even know why I’m upset,” you said, resting your head against his chest, taking a few more shuddering breaths.

“Yeah you do,” he said, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Let it out. You’re long overdue.”

“Can we go back to the hotel?” you asked.

“Of course, sweetheart.”

Fifteen minutes later you were in your room, still fighting back tears as Dean locked up behind you. 

“Come here,” said Dean, spinning you around as you took a deep breath. He put both of his hands on your cheeks, staring at your wet eyes. “Why don’t you pick out some pajamas and take a hot shower and then come in next door when you’re all set, okay?”

You nodded and did as he said. After crying a bit in the shower and letting the bathroom steam up, you felt quite a bit better. You changed into your pajamas and put on Dean’s pull over, quietly knocking on his door before you walked inside.

“Hey,” said Dean with a smile. “Perfect timing. I just ordered mac and cheese and hot fudge sundaes from room service.”

“We ate like an hour ago,” you laughed.

“There’s always time for comfort food,” he said, patting the other side of his king bed. You crawled on top of it, Dean taking a seat beside you. You shifted closer, Dean smiling as he threw his arm around you. “You look a little better.”

“Long day,” you said. “The shower helped, super cop.”

“All in the line of duty,” he said with a chuckle. You rested your head against him, Dean rubbing your arm. “Can I ask you a personal question?”

“Odds are high I don’t know the answer but shoot,” you said, looking up at him. 

“Why do you like me?” he asked. “You’re pretty...defensive around other people which I completely understand. You and me don’t seem to have that though.”

“It’s cause you bought me McDonald’s,” you teased, Dean chuckling, his whole body rumbling with it. “I don’t know. You’re...have you ever been on a pool float? Just sitting in the water floating around?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“It’s kind of how I’ve felt since Tuesday morning when I woke up in the woods. It’s like I’m floating. I can’t get a hold of anything and I can’t control where I’m going. But whenever I’m with you, I feel like my feet are on the ground again. It’s easier to grasp at memories, to feel normal. It’s probably some stupid psych crap with a fancy name or something,” you said.

“I think it’s the pancakes,” he chuckled.

“I mean, any man who shares an affinity for breakfast foods will easily win me over,” you said.

“Huh. Is that all it takes?” he teased.

“Being cute helps,” you said.

“I bet you like tall guys,” said Dean.

“Who doesn’t?” you laughed, wrapping an arm over his waist, stilling a moment before you pulled it back.

“S’okay,” said Dean quietly, grabbing your hand and putting it back. 

“Sorry for being…” you said with a shrug.

“Want to know a secret?” he asked. “I know I’m such a tough guy and all but I do like to partake in cuddles too.”

“You’re a regular dreamboat, aren’t you?” you said, Dean laughing to himself. “You said last night that it’s...normal to…”

“There’s a reason we give people shock blankets and stuffed animals when they’ve been through a trauma. It helps with the physical shock obviously which can get dangerous if it’s not taken care of, but it helps emotionally as well. I have seen grown men calm down the second they get wrapped up tight in a big orange blanket,” said Dean with a smile. “It’s human nature to want to feel embraced.”

“Why don’t you shove me in a blanket so I don’t bother you then?” you asked quietly.

“Because you don’t bother me and I think we both like doing this,” he said. “Whatever you feel most comfortable with and makes you feel safe is good with me.”

“I think that’s why I like you,” you said, taking a deep breath.

“Friends have each other’s backs, right?” he said.

“Yeah,” you said. “I wasn’t gonna say anything but you’re in the running for my best friend at the moment.”

“I hear it’s a stiff competition,” said Dean.

“I know. There’s you…” you said, Dean ruffling your hair. “I guess you’re the winner by default.”

“Ah, the best kind of victory,” he laughed, moving your hair out of your face. “That may be a clue you know.”

“Or I’m just a lonely person,” you said.

“There’s a lot of lonely people in the world, sweetheart,” he said. He turned his head towards yours, giving you a half-smile. “I’m not the best at having friends either.”

“Who’s your best friend?” you asked.

“My brother. I got a few buddies I grew up with but we don’t hang out as much as we should. But I got another new best friend now, don’t I?” he said.

“You’re a loser, super cop,” you said.

“You’re the loser, loser,” he said. 

“Oh, good comeback,” you said, a knock coming to his door. 

“I think that’s our feast,” he said, hopping out of bed, returning a minute later pushing in a cart with some covered platters. 

“Cheese and chocolate. You’re not doing half bad in this best friend department,” you said, Dean grabbing a plate and handing one over to you, chuckling as you climbed back on the bed.

“So what do you want to do now? Stay up and talk about boys?” he teased.

“Well it is Thursday. I was thinking football if it’s on?” you asked. 

“Have I told you how awesome you are?” he said, joining you on the bed and flipping on the TV.

“Oh, he has a cute butt,” you said, Dean groaning as you giggled. “And he’s a pretty good tight end. Get it? Tight end.”

“You’re such a dork,” he said, taking a bite of his mac and cheese.

You both picked at your food as you watched, the game ending not long after ten that night. Dean set the dishes back on the tray to get picked up, giving you a hug before you headed through the open door back to your room.

“Hey, Dean?” you asked as you paused in the doorway. “Can…”

“You can stay. Bed’s plenty big enough,” he said.

“I was gonna ask if I could just leave the door between our rooms open,” you said. You saw the blush crawl onto his cheeks even if he got rid of it quickly. “I mean, I could...stay…”

“No, no. I gotta catch up with Sam anyways and do a little digging, see if I can’t find anything out for us,” he said. He rubbed the back of his neck, giving you a quick smile as you hovered by the door. “But you can totally leave the door open.”

“Alright,” you said, nodding as you spun around and went back to your room. You turned off the light and crawled in bed, looking across the way where Dean was settling on top of the bed with his laptop. You saw his gaze flicker over the top of the screen and you looked away, settling down into the sheets. You rolled over once, sighing as you turned back and stared at the ceiling.

“You okay in there?” he asked.

“My own father kidnapped me as a child from my mother, raised me under a different name halfway across the country and he’s not even alive anymore for me to tell off,” you said. “Oh, and I can’t remember anything. They should make a lifetime movie after me.”

“You remember more than you realize,” said Dean. He was quiet for a few minutes, watching you turn a few over more times. “Do you feel like you’re floating?”

“Yeah,” you said quietly.

“Then get your butt in here,” he said. You threw back the covers and walked into his room, Dean pulling back the sheets for you as he turned off the light. “My computer won’t bother you?”

“No. Like you said, it’s a big bed,” you said. You looked back over your shoulder, Dean giving you quick smile. “Goodnight, Dean.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

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A/N: Read Part 3 here!

[doc-pickles]

it’s nothing funny just to talk (p.2)

What happens when you text that random number graffitied on a bathroom stall in your favorite bar? Jo Wilson is about to find out. - In which Bar Princess and Doctor Evil Spawn meet via text.

Saturday 12:09 PM

you know what might be worse than pyramid schemes?

bridal showers

this is horrendous 

Same woman you were drinking in solidarity to?

obviously, I have like four friends 

I thought teachers were like outgoing and bubbly?

oh hell no, socializing is not my cup of tea

one of the other bridesmaids just asked who i was texting so I told her jack the ripper

Oh you couldn’t even give me a good one

i’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that 

My day off and the weekend finally coincide, which means I’m not leaving my couch all day. 

I wish I were you this shower is gonna kill me 

teachers on the weekend are a fun sight to see

You’re not partaking this time?

no i’m DD

it’s for the best, I did throw up on my shoes last weekend 

How crazy is a bridal shower that you need a DD?

there’s a mimosa bar and they’re already playing never have I ever

the mother of the groom is starting something with the mother of the bride

I gotta deal with this 

  Saturday 3:11 PM

I deserve bottle of wine for all of the shit I dealt with today

I never wanna be a maid of honor ever again

Maybe we should rename you Maid of Dishonor?

wooooooow

I throw up on my shoes ONE TIME

How’d the battle of the mothers go?

oh it was horrendous 

groom is from a rich family and bride grew up on a farm… you know how it goes 

Doesn’t sound fun. Glad you made it out. 

barely

how’s your day off going

Amazing. I get to watch baseball and sit on the couch with a bag of chips and a beer. I’m living the dream. 

I envy you

they’re making us go out again

Do you get to drink during this escapade?

yes thank god

manhattan or moscow mule?

A whiskey drinker? You might be the perfect woman. 

don’t try to butter me up, i’ve never even met you in person

We can change that. 

  Saturday 6:14 PM

Do you think birds have dreams?

I thought I was supposed to get drunk

You were talking too long. And I’m not drunk. 

I can’t think of another reason why you’d ask me about bird dreams

You’re a teacher. I was curios. 

i’m not a bird specialist

personally I do not think that birds can dream

I’m telling them you said that. 

the birds?

Yes. They deserve to know the truth. 

have you just been sitting on the couch drinking beer all day?

did you even eat

Yeah I had pizza for lunch 

what about dinner?

It’s not dinner time yet. 

dude it’s 6

Oh shit really?

Hahaha that explains it 

psh and you said I was bad when I was drunk

you’re freaking Snow White 

Is this ebcause I asked about the birds 

yes it is

I gotta go, Maggie says i’m not netting the quota for fun

Maggie sounds like a buzzkill

she’s the assistant principal, i’m scared she’ll fire me if I don’t listen

jk… kinda 

  Saturday 12:32 AM

Incoming Voice Call

  “Jo! Put the phone down! You should not be calling anyone right now!”

“Hello?”

“Doctor Evil Spawn! I’m so glad you picked up.”

“Are you drunk now?”

“Noooo….. maybe. I just wanted to say hi.”

“Hi princess.”

“Your voice is nice. It’s a good voice, it’s sexy and I like it.”

“You’re kinda crazy, you know that?”

“Josephine Wilson! Give me the phone!”

“Woah who full named you? They sound angry.”

“That’s Maggie, she’s trying to get me to go home. I can’t go home Maggie, I’m talking to a hot doctor! And he has a sexy voice!”

“You’ve never even seen me, you don’t know if I’m hot.”

“I’m judging off your sexy voice and what few characteristics I know about you. I’d be shocked if you weren’t hot.”

“You have too much faith in me.”

“I have to go, Maggie is dragging me out of the bar. Byeeee hot doctor!”

“Goodnight princess, don’t throw up on your shoes this time.” 

  Sunday 9:58 AM

How’re your shoes looking?

  Sunday 11:22 AM

You’re still dead? I mean you did call me half past midnight… but I thought you’d be up by now.

  Sunday 1:46 PM

Are you embarrassed because of what you said on the phone? Frankly I found it endearing. 

  Sunday 3:18 PM

As a doctor, I’m advising you to drink more fluids and get food in your system. Maybe a banana. It’ll make you feel less shitty, trust me.

  Sunday 6:17 PM

Hope you’re not dead in a ditch somewhere. 

  Monday 7:23 AM

oh my god I am so sorry

I dropped my phone in Maggie’s car and I just got it back

wait you were worried about me weren’t you

Well you fell off the face of the earth… so yeah. 

awwww well it’s nice to know that someone would notice if I was kidnapped and murdered 

Didn’t you say I was the one that would kidnap and murder you? 

yes but i’m having a change of heart

Is it because of my sexy voice?

I was kinda hoping I didn’t say that out loud

whoops

I told you I found it endearing. 

flattery will get you everywhere

gotta go, class is lining up and they’re already screaming

I’ll pray for you. 

  Monday 8:08 PM

dude the thai place on 7th across from old navy?

amazing

i’m in heaven

Oh so we’ve reached the stage of giving each other food recommendations?

obviously 

this is a serious relationship 

Chinese place across from Joe’s Bar has the best egg rolls. Perfect drunchies. 

i’ve never been to joe’s 

I live right around the corner from there

So we’re neighbors then? I’m off of Fullerton. 

I guess we are

that’s exciting, i bet i’ve seen you at the grocery store 

Bold of you to assume I make it to the grocery store. 

honestly same

I usually guilt steph or izzie into it

You’re the chaotic good of the group aren’t you?

obviously 

I keep things balanced 

what’re you doing?

On a break, almost done for the night. I have to round on post ops and then I’m done. 

nice!!! did you get anything fun today?

Not really just surgeries I could do in my sleep. 

typical monday’s

I have to go, we have a field trip tomorrow and i’m not emotionally prepared

Oof. Have fun, don’t die. 

who the hell ends texts like that?

A doctor. Obviously. Night princess. 

goodnight Snow White

  Tuesday 12:18 PM

whoever decided to bring 42 fourth graders to the science discovery museum should be fired 

Isn’t that you?

maybe

maybe not

It was totally you. How about a deal?

deal with an internet stranger? 

fine but if I die i’m gonna be pissed

How about I drop off a bottle of wine on your porch on my way to work? I work the night shift again. 

hmmmm I don’t think i’m supposed to give my address to strangers

but i’m pretty sure if you were going to kill me you would’ve done it by now

See you’re getting the hang of it. 

okay i’ll give you my address

but if there’s a bomb we’re going to have words

If there’s a bomb you’ll be dead. 

  Tuesday 4:54 PM

red wine AND egg rolls?

if I didn’t know better i’d think you’re trying to woo me

I think I need to meet you before we can say that. 

thank you!!! 

my roomies are teasing me about taking wine from a stranger

You’re welcome. And I’m not a stranger. I know your name and where you live. 

aaaaand way to make things creepy

BTW your blonde roommate was checking out my ass. 

hahahahaha that’s izzie for you

she has a boyfriend don’t worry 

I wasn’t too concerned about her, just thought you might want to beat her up or something. 

intentionally trying to start a cat fight? classy

she says you’re “super dreamy” so that’s a plus

Glad to know I passed the checkpoint. Does this mean I get to meet you now?

maybe maybe not

we have learned one good thing though

And what’s that?

even if you are a serial killer, you have a good taste in wine and your attractive

i’ll die happy

  Tuesday 7:32 AM

If I never work another overnight again it’ll be too soon. 

yeah you’ve been working a lot of those 

wtf is up with that

I lost a bet with Arizona. 

oof that doesn’t sound fun

at least I have nice stable working hours

summers off

i’m living the dream

Why do you do that?

do what?

Send forty texts. There’s a button to put in a period and start a new sentence. In the same text. 

you really do text like a 60 year old

I’m sophisticated, obviously. 

I know we’ve never met but I need a favor

Oof. After I dropped off wine for you?

the favor includes free food and alcohol

I’m listening… 

that wedding i’m in is next weekend

and I don’t have a date :-)

I wish I could, I’m going out of town. 

booooo

it’s okay, after i’m done being a brides bitch my weekend will open up

i’ll also be done with school for year

So I can take you out on a proper date? Instead of texting you all day? 

you do realize that you’re texting a girl who found your number at 11 pm while shit faced in a bar right

That’s always how I pictured meeting the woman of my dreams. 

oh shut up

I suppose i’ll go on a date with you, man I know nothing about 

I’m Alex, I’m 27 and I don’t think pineapple belongs on pizza

deal breaker sorry

pineapple + pizza = deliciousness 

Well at least you know more about me. 

that I do

jo, 25, who’s favorite color is purple and eats cinnamon toast for breakfast everyday, has to go educate the tiny humans

talk to you later old man

Oh come on you’re two years younger!

  Tuesday 1:26 PM

have you ever had to hot glue rhinestones to candle votives 

because I am

and I hate it

WTF is a votive?

those tiny little glass things you put a candle into

Oh. Why are you bedazzling them? 

wedding prep

today is a half day so bridezilla has us crafting for her 

Are all of you brides bitches teachers?

yes

it’s hell

you try to talk about your class and all you hear about is peonies and roses and baby’s breath

I’m glad I’m a dude then. 

ha! you better be 

oh my god, she’s gone psycho

if I don’t text she took my phone

Don’t die, I’m looking forward to our date. 

  Tuesday 7:17 PM

RIP Jo, Avid Cinnamon Toast Eater 

Killed by Her Insane Bride Friend  

I made it out!!!!

barely

Nice, I’ve heard a rabid bridezilla is hard to escape. 

it was the worst 

but she let me go when I told her I had to finish putting in grades for the year

(I finished last night)

I for one am proud of you. That’s badass. 

lol i’ll keep that in mind 

thursday is our last day before freedom

I think I might get shit faced as soon as I leave work

I support it wholeheartedly. 

good because you’ll probably get more bar princess texts

Or if I’m lucky a phone call where you call me sexy again. 

hey hey I didn’t call you sexy

I called your voice sexy

there’s a difference 

Oh sorry, I don’t know how I overlooked that. 

mhm sure 

tomorrow is crazy hair day 

Does this mean I get to see a picture of you? Because I’m definitely interested in seeing what you do with this spirit day thing. 

i’ll save it for when we meet

I’m determined not to see you until our date

Suit yourself. Gotta go remove stitches. 

oooohh how exhilarating!! 

  Wednesday 9:42 AM

How goes the crazy hair?

oh just dandy 

half my hair is pink 

You seem like the type to be able to pull of pink hair. Plus it’s pretty rad. 

you’re too kind 

I bribed the kids with cookies and a movie 

i’m totally winning today

I just took out an appendix, I think I win. 

just saying I don’t think that our jobs are comparable 

but taking out an appendix sounds cool

Not as cool as cookies though. 

I have a bunch left over

should I drop them on your doorstep? 

Only if you want to. I wouldn’t say no to a good cookie. I’m here till 5. 

i’ll stop by after work!! 

we have another half day

Sweet. I’m glad you’re the one that found my number. 

  Wednesday 12:56 PM

Dude. George says you look like an adorable preschooler. 

I FORGOT I HAD MY HAIR LIKE THIS

he was very understanding 

Rave reviews on your “kindness and beautiful eyes” 

oh my god 

I have to die now 

He might’ve mentioned your ass too. I’m painting a beautiful mental picture. 

oh lord

brb gotta wash out this stupid hair dye 

maybe bang my head against the shower wall

Oooh tell me more. I love a dirty shower fantasy. 

oh booo

you’re not even trying anymore 

  Wednesday 5:55 PM

remember the titans is on tv

and it’s really good 

in case you didn’t know 

That movie is 20 years old, of course I know it’s good. 

well clearly I didn’t 

i didn’t have cable growing up 

Oh neither did I, I just stole it from the neighbors. 

that’s pretty bad ass for a kid 

Had to keep my siblings entertained. You know how it is. 

nope i’m an only child

That sounds like a dream. I have two younger siblings and they’re both a pain in the ass. 

if you knew the half of it you’d be begging to trade places with me 

I’m looking forward to hearing all of it. 

  Thursday 11:53 AM

FREEDOM!!!!!!

I AM FREE!!!!

HALLELUJAH!!!!!

I’m assuming school is out?

Y E S

$20 says I can sneak out of here without bridezilla roping me into a stupid arts and crafts project 

I hope so, I’m enjoying talking to you today. 

aren’t you at work??

Nope. Today is my day off. 

and you’re not watching baseball and drinking beer?

It’s not even noon yet. 

time is an illusion

it’s shots o clock somewhere or whatever they say

I’m now learning that the only cultural education you have is the Backstreet Boys. I think our second date will have to be a movie marathon. 

already planning our second date?

ambitious 

I like it

My conversation is fairly limited if I can’t drop a pop culture reference or two during the day. 

I can see your points and i’m willing to sit myself down and watch the classics

okay gotta sneak past bridezilla… wish me luck

Good luck 

  Thursday 4:35 PM

Pork shoulder, corn, and potatoes all on the grill. 

i’m jealous

I can’t cook to save my life 

thank god we’re going out tonight

To celebrate finally breaking free for the summer?

exactly!! steph and izzie decided we needed to go to a club after dinner

i’ve never been to one before 

Overpriced drinks and random guys grinding up on you all night. Not the best experience. 

oh so random guys grind on you when you go out?

Shut up. 

hahahaha 

I’ve never even been to a club before. Not my scene. I just live with women so I know these things. 

well i’ll update you on the happenings

let you know if I have to pay $20 for a drink

who’s grinding on my ass

you know normal everyday things

Woah woah woah. 

what??

are you jealous??

I’m just saying if you’re gonna be shaking your ass, you might as well get random guys to buy you overpriced drinks. 

you’re making some very good points 

Of course I am. By the way, George wants me to tell you that you have a very shakeable ass so you should be taking in free drinks. 

great I have to go die again 

brb gonna drOWN MYSELF IN THE SHOWER 

  Thursday 10:38 PM

good news

i’ve secured three free drinks and a round of shots for all six of us

this ass is making money baby

I’ve created a monster. Who else is there?

steph, izzie, april, maggie, and levi

You brought the whole staff out didn’t you?

yes and I’m quite skilled at getting them drunk

You’re three drinks in and still texting correctly?

I think I danced it all off

need more fireball

And that’s another thing. Who willingly shoots Fireball?

me bitch

Ohh I love it when you call me names. 

mmm i’m sure you do

okay i’m gonna go get more drinks

wish me luck

Good luck, I’m sure your ass will take in more than enough. 

  Thursday 11:57 PM

Incoming Voice Call

“Helloo?”

“Hi, it’s me.”

“I can afford caller ID, I knew it was you.”

“Were you sleeping?”

“No, I was about to head upstairs but I’m not tired.”

“Oh good. I just got home.”

“You sound tired. Did you have fun?”

“It was nice, Steph went home with some guy she met and Izzie went to her boyfriends so I’m home alone.”

“So you decided to call me?”

“I missed your voice, I told you that you have a nice voice.”

“You said that I have a sexy voice.”

“Oh shut up. I wanted to call before I went to sleep.”

“You’ve grown fond of me haven't you?”

“If you’re gonna say it like a weirdo then yes… I have grown fond of you, Snow White.”

“I guess I can say the same about you Bar Princess. Are you yawning over there?”

“Just a little bit, but I like talking to you.”

“It’s midnight, I wouldn’t blame you for falling asleep.”

“I don’t wanna fall asleep, I wanna keep talking to you.”

“How about I tell you the story of the time I was bridesman and I had to go to a bachelorette party?”

“Okay I’m listening…”

  Friday 10:15 AM

I feel like a teenager 

who the hell falls asleep on the phone

i’m in a bad rom com aren't I 

Your snoring is really cute. 

oh christ

well at least I didn’t take body shots off a male stripper

I was really hoping you’d be asleep before I got to that part. 

oh nooo I remember that very clearly 

i’ll be filing that away for blackmail

Rude. I guess I’ll save your snoring in that file too. 

touché, I like the way you play the game

I’m an experienced player. Gotta go scrub in on a fundoplication. 

have fun!!!

  Friday 2:41 PM

I got bored and googled a fundoplication

that’s some crazy stuff, you’re kind of a badass

Easy peasy, all in a day's work. 

nooo that’s amazing stuff!! 

i’m in my classroom scraping gum and glitter off of the desks

Well you’re the reason people become doctors so I'd say you’re pretty important too. 

awww you’re still trying to impress me

it’s a good look on you

I’m trying to be a gentleman. Maybe I’ll bring up your puke shoes just to be an asshole. 

you know what even the mention of that can’t bring down my good mood

do you think I could get in trouble for drinking wine in my classroom?

Well there’s no kids around so… no. But I like the rebellious attitude you have towards the situation. 

if i’m gonna sit in a classroom with no AC and scrape boogers off desks all day then I deserve some damn wine

You’re right and you should say it. 

I DESERVE MY WINE I EARNED IT

oh shit maggie is outside i’m so fired

Hey you got her free shots last night, she should be thankful. 

you know what you’re right

oh shit it’s bridezilla

Run.

whew

forgot we have our final dress fitting tomorrow

i’m not dead yet

Oh good. I kinda don’t want the first time I see you to be your funeral. 

hahaha very funny

gotta go, we have to do this stupid year end meeting

I hate it here

Have fun, and remember don’t stab yourself with a pen!

  Saturday 8:13 AM

WHAT A BEAUTIFUL MORNING

I wanna die 

bridezilla is making us jog

and she took away my donuts

  Saturday 9:53 AM

Jesus Christ. You need new friends. 

honestly she’s not that bad when she’s not stressing over this wedding 

she’s crying because she has a pimple

Oof that’s a tough run. Unfortunately, I have to spend the day out on a boat. 

boohoo I don’t not feel bad for you

unless like… you have some childhood trauma from a boat

Nope. I get to relax and drink beer all day long. 

yeah well then screw you

I have to try my stupid dress on and go to a stupid lunch and I CAN’T EVEN HAVE DONUTS

Aren’t you at home?

yes, steph invited everyone here since we have the space

why?

Check your porch. 

YOU BROUGHT ME DONUTS?! 

you’re my favorite

thank you thank you thank you 

You’re welcome, I’m happy to be of service. 

ohhhh I might just kiss you when we finally meet 

I wouldn’t say no to that. 

okay I gotta go hide in the closet and eat my donuts 

thank you for thinking of me!!

It’s all I ever do. 

  Saturday 2:16 PM

How goes the dress trying on?

it was good!! mine fits and we have a beautiful bride on our hands 

Good. I’m glad your day is getting better. I think I’m getting a sunburn. 

you better not

that shit is dangerous 

go find sunscreen 

Now you’re concerned about me huh?

always

did you put the sunscreen on

Yes because I knew you’d spontaneously implode if I didn’t. 

good 

I didn’t want to you to burst into flames sitting in the sun

As a doctor, I can tell you that most likely would not be what happened.

now we have to sit through a boring ass lunch

it’s what the mother of the groom insists on

Is she paying for it though? …. yes

Well then stop complaining.

okay okay fine

hey quick question

which fork do i stab myself with

Go order a steak and drink an expensive glass of wine.

  Saturday 10:39 PM

Incoming Voice Call

“Well well well, how the tables have turned.” “Bar Priiiiiincessss.” “Oh my god. This is so going in the blackmail file.”

“No don’t do that. If Jo finds out I was singing to another girl she’ll be mad.” “And why don’t you want Jo to be mad at you?” “Because I want to kiss her. And hug her. And see her face.”

“Well do I have a surprise for you.” “Oh I love surprises!”

“Jo and Bar Princess are the same person. I’m Jo.” “Holy crap! NO way!”

“Yes way, isn’t that crazy?”

“Can you tell Jo that she’s the nicest person I’ve ever met.” “I will relay the message. Jo is going to bed now though. Goodnight Alex.” “Good night Bar Princess, I miss you!”

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Chapter 23: Jake* Part One

Jake* and I had a romance that in the beginning felt very much like Romeo & Juliet, similar to the tragic Shakespeare play, it had a tragic ending. However, a lot less death in my version.

Ethan* and I actually reconnected for a short bit, about two weeks, strictly as FWB before downgrading it to regular friends without the benefits. We decided to help each other on our quests for finding relationships, and working together to improve our dating profiles. Although I had said to myself and my friends I wouldn’t return to the apps until after attending a friends’ wedding, I caved upon helping Ethan* with his love life, and behold, the apps were back on my phone a few days before I left for the wedding, though I wasn’t taking it seriously or being a “try-hard;” I left my accounts on pause or “don’t show me” most of the time.

It all started on Hinge with Jake*. I would not say Jake* was my type, but something spoke to me about him. The conversation started with a “Hey” from him, not super creative, and I usually make fun of people that on apps do this, I will literally call them out and be like “WOW YOU GOT ME” but this time I felt nice and decided to be a normal human being. Luckily, he was not a brick wall for conversation. He was out of town with family in North Carolina. That is one thing I like about Hinge, no matter where you are you can still search particularly at your home base, without having to buy the premium version of whatever of the app like the other ones do. He seemed spontaneous, as he described his trip as his mom coming by and saying hey we’re leaving you wanna come? What a life, I couldn’t imagine having that kind of freedom. 

I told him how I was about to leave for a wedding and would also be out of town. We got deep, quickly, and were very vulnerable with each other almost immediately. I apologized for being a bummer, but he said he was happy we were actually talking about things instead of superficial things. We continued to talk through the app almost constantly while I was still at the wedding. We decided upon meeting the next Wednesday since he was getting back from his trip Tuesday; I return on Monday. Along the way, I found out he was allergic to cheese. Like not lactose intolerant, fully allergic. I told some of my best friend and Ethan* about this, and jokingly they said it was a red flag and to abort. I went with the logic of “more cheese for me.” 

I got home from the wedding and Tuesday I found I was coughing a little bit. I got home from work and had a mild fever. I told him tomorrow we should do a virtual date. He asked how we would do that and I said Facetime if he had an iPhone. So I gave him my number and we had a silly text conversation before bed.

Classic. How could I not want to be with someone like this?

The next morning I woke up with an even higher fever and called off work. I check Instagram and find that the maid of honor from the wedding is also sick. I inquire and it leads to a whole investigation, excel document, and so on as we discover that 16 people (at least) are now sick. One person was rapid tested and it is COVID-19. I get myself tested at a local CVS that day. I tell Jake* about the story’s progression. We still have our Facetime date later and he says he would be happy to bring me anything if I need it. 

When I get my results a few days later, I officially have COVID-19. I’m told by the health department to quarantine 10 days after my symptoms started. My work requires that I be retested and receive a negative test before I go to work, so I plan to get tested on that day; Jake* and I also decided we will have a first date that day as well. 

I learn a lot about Jake* during my quarantine. We text almost constantly, that is when we aren’t Facetiming, which is also very frequent. We often would Facetime for literal hours. I learn a lot about him that scares me in a way, but more so that he has had a very complicated and violent childhood which led to not being a super upstanding citizen when he was a teenager. I was upfront and told him I was intimidated by this and we both said that misery is relative. 

As it does, after talking constantly for almost 10 days at this point, we did start to be sexual from afar, granted we still haven’t seen each other in person. He would say that he had a “shrimp” and talked about it so much that I started to take him seriously. I told him about my IUD, to which he responded with a very excited GIF. Again, slightly impressed that a man knows what it is, from my experience of men not knowing about female reproductive system, more on that later.

One day, we segued from sexual things to my tub backing up and that I needed Drano. Immediately he said he had some and would bring it over. I gave him my address and in less than ten minutes he appeared at my door. I knew I was a mess but it was the best day for me. We talked briefly through the window and I could see he was tall and skinnier than I thought, but still very handsome. His skin was so tan he looked like he could pass for being black. When it was time for him to go, we placed our hands together through the glass, the most contact we could have right now. He left and I was able to retrieve the Drano. It didn’t end up helping, but it was worth a go and definitely worth seeing him in person.

He told me that he was happy I wasn’t a catfish and that I still looked beautiful. Even with my sickness. After a full week of being sick, I started to feel better and almost normal. My cough decreased, my headaches were better, my fever had been gone since the first couple of days, and although I tired easily, I wasn’t constantly fatigued. I had chest pain and my heart just felt weird, I planned to see a cardiologist as soon as I was cleared. When it came time to be retested, I had high hopes and was so excited to be able to finally spend time with him. However, the world had other plans. I was able to get rapid tested, and unfortunately, I was still coming up positive and the doctor extended my quarantine another week. When I got to my car I called him (not Facetime) and told him what was happening and I cried. He comforted me and said that it would be okay.

In a way, it is lucky my quarantine was extended and that I needed to be retested, as the sickness came back again and a day later I was sicker. I gave him an out one day, I told him that when we matched we never expected I would be getting sick, let alone my quarantine lasting this long. I told him he didn’t need to wait for me, that I would understand if he wanted to see other people. 

He continued to say that he is the kind of person that doesn’t give up easily and wanted to stick it out. I was truly not trying to test him, I wanted him to be free if that was what he wanted, but he truly wanted to stay with me.

One night, my chest pain worsened and I was laying in bed, feeling truly like the brink of death was close, struggling to breathe. At midnight, I text him and say I’m scared. I’m afraid to fall asleep because I feel like if I go to sleep I won’t wake up. Always calm, he suggests I get some fresh air and go outside. I follow his idea and after five minutes of fresh air return inside. He continues to comfort me and say he is there for me.

I say I feel better and am finally able to go to sleep. 

We are still talking a lot, Facetime multiple times daily. I still don’t have feelings, but he tells me he likes me and is truly very sweet and cares about me a lot. There is one day where we just didn’t talk to each other yet that day, and he texts me, while I call him out for being “needy”:

One day during a Facetime he says “I feel like we’re never going to meet and you’re going to keep finding reasons to blow me off.” I legitimately got mad at the insecurity, he claims he is kidding. I tell him that that kind of attitude actually does piss me off. Although I am not head over heels with him, I definitely want to give it a chance once I can so I can see where it goes. He brought me things another time during my extended quarantine, a clove of garlic because I needed it for some food I was making and had none on hand. Unlike last time, he was on his way somewhere and was running late, therefore didn’t have time to linger around. I didn’t see him and had left my dog out in the yard for him to see, though at the time he showed up, she was hiding and he didn’t get to give her pats.

Days go by, and again I start to feel almost normal, for the second time in my illness. The day comes for my third test. I am terrified. I ask him what if I’m still positive and need to quarantine still. At this point, I’m completely out of PTO at work, in the negative actually, and honestly, my mental health is failing from the isolation. He tells me that I’m going to get a negative test today and to trust. Lo and behold, the negative test finally is here! I’m excited to return to my life, and to a greater extent excited to finally spend time with this man. 

We had tentatively planned a date that night, but now we could. I call him immediately after I get back to my car and we plan our first date. He asks if I’m going to be weird or awkward when we're finally in person. He claims that he is different in person; I tell him I hope he isn’t much different because I like the vibes I’ve been getting so far. Our first day occurred finally when we have been talking for 3 weeks. He says he’s on the way. I’m waiting and waiting. He’s in traffic. Jokingly, I repeat the line he said to me about us never going to meet. After all this time, the outs I gave him, it would be funny if after all this he stands me up.