#after the milkshakes it's back to boyfriend hunting

[sourlove]

Omg the jock is so cute I was wondering if maybe we could get a scenario thing we're maybe reader and jock are at a diner on a hot summer night just chilling idk how you want to interpret that but I love your writing so far ♥️

TW: YANDERE THEMES BUT NOT REALLY SHOWN. LUCAS IS A GOOD BOY

A/N: I immediately thought of like a small town in the 50s or 60s when I read this lol.

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Thanks for the ask!

The heatwave that settled over the town had everyone abandoning their houses in favor of hanging out at the lake or starting up their barbeques. You, on the other hand, were heading to a date with a certain someone that evening.

"Y/N! Y/N! Over here!"

You had barely even stepped into the diner when you were swept into a bear hug. You didn't even have to guess who it was, by the way your feet completely stopped touching the ground.

"Hi Lucas," you said wearily. The star football player grinned at you, eyes bright from beneath shaggy, golden curls. You snorted and ruffled his hair. "You doofus, didn't I tell you to get a haircut after practice today?"

Lucas pouted. "I wanted to get here before you did. Look, I got us a booth! You said you like booths so I got us one!"

"Yes, I can see that. Thank you, Lucas." You sighed as he dragged you to a seat at the back of the diner, where the crowd was thinner. Lucas squished himself next to you, instead of opposite, rendering the booth pointless. You didn't mind anyway, as you were used to Lucas doing this.

"What can I get you lovebirds today?" the waitress asked, giving the two of you a grin. You smiled back at her. She had always been kind to you and had on more than one occasion, smacked Lucas with a newspaper for trying to makeout with you in the diner. She playfully glared at him and he stuck his tongue out at her, hugging you closer.

"Hey, Donna. Can we just get two milkshakes and some fries?" You asked, ignoring the way Lucas buried his head in your neck.

"Sure thing, hon." Donna walked away to place your order and you patted your boyfriends head gently. Honestly, it was too hot for his shenanigans. You let him stay like that for a while, though. As much as you refused to say it out loud, sometimes you really enjoyed being smothered by Lucas. It was comforting, like a heavy weighted blanket draped on top of you.

Lucas sighed happily as you combed a hand through his curls. "I thought you said you like when my hair gets long? I was growing it out for you."

"I love your hair, short or long, baby," you said. "But not when it gets in your eyes. If you fumble on the field again, I think Coach is gonna get his scissors and hunt you down to cut it himself."

"You love me?" Unfortunately, everything else you just said was obsolete to this boy. "You mean that, don't you?"

"Of course she does," Donna chimed in, holding a tray of your food. "There has to be a reason she would put up with you slobbering all over her."

"Thanks, Donna. Um-there's only one milkshake?" you questioned.

"Yeah, and two straws." She winked at Lucas. "Enjoy!"

Lucas beamed and immediately stuck the straws into the frothy drink, looking at you with such hopeful eyes, you couldn't do anything but sigh and lean forward to drink. You had to admit, the cold drink was just what you needed to stave of some of the heat of the day. Your eyes fluttered close as you savored the sweet taste.

When you opened them, Lucas's big brown eyes stared back at you.

"What is it this time, Lucas?" you asked with a huff.

"You're just so pretty." He smiled sweetly, the big dope. "I like looking at you."

You and you smacked his arm, though it hurt you more than it probably hurt him. "You're such a sap."

"A sap for you, honeybun~"

"I said don't call me that in public!"

"But whyyyy?"

You stuffed fries into his mouth to shut him up, giggling at his puffed out cheeks. He begged you for more and you rolled your eyes but relented. Sometimes saying no to Lucas was like kicking a puppy, there was no logical reason to. You could practically see his tail wagging as he ate greasy diner fries form your hand, licking your fingers clean.

"Let's go home," he whispered softly when all the fries were gone. The look in his eyes was so intense you grew flustered. Lucas grinned and tossed a few bills on the table, pulling you out of the booth.

You called out a hasty goodbye to Donna and she smiled at the both of you from behind the counter. There was something odd about that boy and the way he looked at you. But then again, who was she too stand in the way of young love?

The night hadn't gotten much cooler, but there was a little breeze stirring up the heat. The smell of grilled meat and distant laughter told that people were still enjoying their evening. You would have to swing by to your neighbor's house later. He always saved leftovers from his barbeque for you and Lucas.

Lucas held your hand tightly as usual. He didn't seem to be in a rush like he was on other nights. "What's on your mind?" you asked, swinging your hands back and forth.

"You."

Shocker. You laughed and shook your head in disbelief. "I can't always be on your mind, dummy." He glanced at you in confusion.

"Why not? You're the best thing that ever happened to me!"

You stopped walking and stared at him. He tilted his head, the action making his curls fall into his eyes again. "What's wrong, honeybun?"

The stupid nickname, the shaggy hair, the dumb, sweet smiles. Everything about Lucas that you once thought was annoying, now made you smile about your boyfriend. This was bad.

He yelped when you suddenly dragged him down by his collar to mash your mouths together but soon reciprocated the kiss happily. When you released him, his face was flushed with another stupid grin plastered over it.

"What was that for? Not that I'm complaining!"

"Nothing," you hummed, linking your fingers again. You would have to get the leftovers later, it seemed. You had plans for your boyfriend that night. "Nothing at all, baby~"

A/N: Everyone seems to love Lucas! And I don't blame you, he's the sweetest boy. Thanks for the support! If you enjoyed this, leave a like, comment and reblog. My asks are open though I might not reply to them immediately, I will try to reply to all.

[etrevil]

They're just some buddies

[outerspacebisexual]

stranger things masterlist

STEVE HARRINGTON

SERIES

A Place in this World

You and Steve Harrington had always been intertwined, you just didn't realise how much.

Book A Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven Book B Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven

Chaos

Your boyfriend Eddie is becoming distant. You pray that it’s not what you think.

Until the Chaos is Through | What Remains in the Wake | Blessed Silence After This Mayhem | Heinous Regret With No Salvation

ONE SHOTS

I Wish I Could Say

You and Steve Harrington didn't get along. He was more than a little surprised when you showed up crying on his doorstep in the middle of the night.

We'll Be All Right

In the aftermath of the showdown with Vecna, you question if everything you had imagined for your future with Steve was in jeopardy.

Sure Thing, Doc

You make the decision to go find out extra info on your own while Jason is on the hunt for your brother, Dustin. It probably wasn't the smartest choice you had ever made.

Chain 'round My Neck

It's yours and Steve's second anniversary, and he's distracted by something.

I'll Give In To You

You and Steve have been best friends for six years. It takes one drunken night to reveal your feelings and ruin everything. Or does it?

Recovery Comes In Time

After you're injured at Starcourt in the Mind Flayer's rampage, your recovery is long and difficult. With Vecna on the horizon, Steve's worry peaks.

Wishful Thinking, Mindless Dreaming

You left Hawkins and all your relationships behind. Five years later, you can barely look at yourself, and at the one person who you never should have left.

EDDIE MUNSON

SERIES

Chaos

Your boyfriend Eddie is becoming distant. You pray that it's not what you think.

Until the Chaos is Through | What Remains in the Wake | Blessed Silence After This Mayhem | Heinous Regret With No Salvation

ONE SHOTS

You're It For Me

After the death of your parents, you're moved to Hawkins where you find your chosen family. When your old best friend comes knocking on your door, Eddie struggles with something: jealousy.

No More Goose

With Eddie gone for a week, your house felt all the more lonely.

Acceptance

When your acceptance letter to college finally arrives, you're beyond excited to tell everyone. But your brother Steve and your boyfriend Eddie don't have the reactions you were expecting.

NANCY WHEELER

ONE SHOTS

Idiots In Love

You were in love with Nancy Wheeler, and apparently, she loved you back.

ROBIN BUCKLEY

ONE SHOTS

Heartbeat

Your relationship with Robin was wavering, and you couldn't help but think it was because of you.

Lost in Translation

Robin Buckley had been your co-worker and friend for over a year. Too bad you wanted her as so much more.

Secret Moments

You get all dolled up for Hawkins High's 100th birthday celebrations. The new dress you bought is having its desired effect on your secret girlfriend.

Milkshakes and Roller Skates

You treat your girlfriend to a date. It doesn't quite end up like you'd planned.

ARGYLE

ONE SHOTS

Bad Trip

Your friend Argyle shows up on your doorstep after vanishing into thin air. You aren't entirely pleased to see him.

BILLY HARGROVE

ONE SHOTS

Better Man

You wished that Billy Hargrove was a better man, because then maybe things would have been all right.

AO3 WORKS

The Hidden Parts That See The Light | Robin Buckley/Nancy Wheeler (Stranger Things)

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Master List :)

All of my written works, whether they’re popular, not popular, low interaction, high interaction, and everything in between! Have fun! :)

(a) = angst 

(f) = fluff

(m) = smut/nsfw 

☆ = personal favorite 

CYBER BOY | JJK (m)

↳ Jimin, as much as you love him, is a major pain in your ass. After dragging you to his store against your will (literally) you end up with; the newly manufactured, eerily human Jungkook android model. He's so human, you begin to have questions.

Wobbly Legs | JJK (m)

↳ Jungkook's never shy when asking you to try new things because he knows you'll never judge him, never laugh at him. (With malicious intent anyways.) That doesn't mean he's not nervous, hiding and ducking his head the entire time with a giant blush spread across his face while he's asking. With a bit of coaxing, Jungkook finally spits it out. He's more in for it than he even realizes.

☆ Please Don’t Go | (a) JJK

↳ Jungkook’s never kept anything from you, ever. Not even the time where he tripped and accidentally kicked your dog, or when he fucked the most popular girl in high school and couldn’t make himself cum (poor guy was embarrassed for weeks), or when he accidentally rubbed all of his acceptance letters in your face without realizing. To put it short, Jungkook is an open book to you. So when he suddenly disappears, there’s a lot to question. Even more to question when he finally gets back and won’t tell you anything, going as far to avoid you.

☆ Man Eater Hunting | (m) JJK

↳  Namjoon’s never very aware of what he says when he’s drunk, and this time is no exception to that rule. Unknowingly, Joon creates a chain of events that lead to his youngest member actively chasing his best friend. All under the pretense that you’re an untouchable, unpleasable, man eater.

Assistant Boy | (m) JJK

↳  Sitting pretty at a desk all day gets boring, dealing with minimal tasks and check ins. You’re unbelievably excited when a new assistant joins the office. And said assistant is a pretty boy with an even prettier personality.

Good Morning Cutie | (f) JJK

↳   After a late night out with his friends, Jungkook makes it up to you by spending the morning with you.

Break The Bat | (m) JJK : Part 1 Part 2

↳  There’s always ben a rivalry between you and Jungkook, ever since the first practice where he bet on milkshakes. Nothing ever changes, until it finally does.

↳  After promising Jungkook a reward if he won the game, who are you to deny him that? and he’s more ecstatic than ever to receive it.

Hardworking Baby | (f) PJM

↳  You hate work meetings with a passion. Listening to stupid ideas that wouldn’t even work, constantly being talked over by your male coworkers, going on for way longer than necessary, the list goes on and on. No one knows this better than Jimin, who’s determined to baby you back to health. Of course, not without light teasing.

Kimchi Fried Rice | (f) KSJ

Happy Birthday | (f) JJK

↳  “ Falling so madly in love with you is a tragedy. Nothing in my world will ever seem so beautiful again.”

Rainy Day | (f) MYG

Is This Me? | (f)  KTH

Bear | (f) JHS

Jealous | (a) JJK

Morning | (f) JJK

Coffee Shop | (f) JJK

Blankets | (f) MYG

Hoodie | (f) JJK

Cold | (a) JJK

Jimin As Your Boyfriend | PJM

Namjoon As Your Boyfriend | KNJ

Jungkook As Your Boyfriend | JJK

Being Jungkook’s Best Friend | JJK

BTS Secretly Crushing On You | OT7

BTS As Dumb Things I’ve Done | OT7

BTS As Your Childhood Friend  | OT7

Cuddles With BTS | OT7

BTS During A Zombie Outbreak | OT7

BTS At Parties | OT7

BTS Reaction To Their S/O Being Geeky | OT7

BTS Reaction To An Unexpected Hug From Their S/O | OT7

BTS Reaction To You Braiding Your Hair | OT7

BTS Reaction To Your Friends Not Liking Them | OT7

BTS Reaction To You Barely Wearing Any Clothing When You Sleep | OT7

BTS Reaction To Seeing You After Tour | OT7

BTS Reaction To Meeting Your Family/Parents | OT7

BTS Reaction To Their S/O Sharing A Certain Skill With Them | OT7

BTS Reaction To You Becoming A Blanket Burrito | OT7

BTS Reaction To Their S/O Playing A Sport | OT7

BTS Reaction To Their S/O Overworking Themselves | OT7

BTS Reaction To You Being Clumsy | OT7

BTS Reactions To Another Member Hurting Their Crush | OT7

Some of my older works are really, really bad. I definitely recommend reading the ones with stars the most. 

I’ll most likely revise and edit, especially since some also have my old username on them anyway. I believe if I edit them, the link should stay the same. If not, I’ll do my best to update this master list as frequently as possible. Thank you! :)

[kpopjust4u]

Don’t you dare!

Post Date: 6th June 2022 Content: Angst/Smut - Day6 Jae x Reader  WC: 2.3K TW?: DDLG/ Hair Pulling/ Cussing/ Edging/ Masterbating/ Fingering/ Hickeys/ Degration  Request?: Yes 

Masterlist                                    Prompt list

Prompts: 6 - “Try me” 11 - “You’ve pissed me off now” 35 - “Say please”

“What do you have there?” Jae curiously asks, staring down the extremely delicious looking homemade milkshake that you have in your grasp, slowly sipping from as you smle at up at him, wiggling your shoulders happily, “A milkshake,” you reply, all soft. He couldn’t help but scoff at how cute you were trying to act cool, moving closer to you, to try and get a sip of the milkshake but you pull it away from him all defensive, “If you want some, go make your own!” you whine at him, pushing yourself up against the edge of the other side of the couch. His eyes roll to the back of his head, already fed up of your shit as he just wanted to try it, “Fine, be like that then,” he mutters under his breath and you’re content again with your little creation, whilst he just sits there, pouting at you but tries to not make it obvious. 

Without warning, he walks out of the room, bored out of his skull, to try and find something to do himself hoping you’d notice at some point to make effort to bother him, since he’s too stubborn to ask you to do something himself. It’s been a while since he last streamed, so that was his first idea, setting himself ready to go live, grabbing a few snacks and a drink ready for a game binge whilst talking to friends. It only took a matter of 10 minutes before you realised Jae wasn’t sitting next to you, as you look around briefly, wondering where he may have gone, would he have gone to make his own milkshake? Or would he be pouting to himself at his desk? Suddenly getting all curious, you shuffle to your feet, pulling down your hoodie as you get ready to go on a boyfriend hunt. As you slowly get closer to his little studio, you could hear his little laugh, muffled by the walls and doors in the way. You tip-toe towards the door, taking hold of the door handle before slowly and attentively being quiet to turn it, exposing your boyfriend’s silhouette in front of his monitors, playing a 1st person shooting game, laughing at his friends in chat. 

For minutes, you peep around the door, in hopes he’d realise you’re there, but with no luck, you creep inside the room, silently closing the door behind you as you go to sit in the spare chair, spending minutes there twiddling your thumbs from anticipation that he’s going to notice you at some point, though you just found yourself getting impatient and even more bored as he continued to glue his eyes to the game on the screen. It was time to start pulling some antics out of your sleeve as you creep behind him, putting your hands on his shoulders, making him jump, and receiving a little shout from him as you scare him. You could hear his friends laughing through the headset as you start laughing yourself, clutching your chest, his reaction tickling you as you fall back onto the chair. “You guys didn’t hear anything!” he cries to his friends on the mic before muting himself, slowly turning around in his chair to face you, tears of laughter streaming down your face, “Since when did you come in?!” he cries, pouting, hand still checking for a heartbeat in his chest, “Like 20 minutes ago!” you splutter through laughter, watching his face fall, just adding to your hysterical state. You swear you would be rich with the number of times this guy rolls his eyes, as he quickly unmutes himself to answer his friends who called for him. He took this as a chance to ignore you, purposely this time as he tries to focus on his game once again.

After catching your breath, and attempting to calm down, you weren’t going to put up with him purposely ignoring the fact you were in the room, so it was time to turn it up a notch. How would he react to you teasing him whilst he tries to pay attention to his game? You were so ready to find out the answer as you move your chair closer to him, practically hip-to-hip, receiving a brief evil glare off him as you sit there, playing all innocent, as though you were just interested in what he was playing. Your fingertips trace their way up the arm of his chair, down to his knees, tickling up towards the top of his thigh, as you gently place your hand down, extremely close to his crotch. With disappointment from a lack of reaction, you inch your hand closer, resting it on his crotch this time, as you rest your head on his shoulder. Still, no reaction, so you put your antics on full, piss off Jae mode, as you move your head, adjusting it to be able to comfortably kiss his cheek, trailing it down his neck, licking and sucking on where you knew he liked it the most usually, receiving a hiss from him, muting himself again on the mic before biting at you, “Get off, what are you doing?” you play innocent, looking up at him with puppy eyes as you shuffle closer, but get pushed back on your chair, “You’ve pissed me off now, let me play my game”. A pout forms on your lips as he shrugs, putting his attention back to the screen.

That’s it, you’ve touched a nerve, mission accomplished. However, the reaction you’ve had seemed to have triggered something in you, that craved for him to bite, to get angry, to make you regret pissing him off, tempted to see how much you could do to get him to fuck you, giving in to your antics. Getting up on your feet, you slowly walk to behind him, running your fingers through his hair before pulling it slightly, kissing all up his neck again. Within seconds, you could feel his long and slender fingers reach around to back of your neck, up into your hair to pull your head down next to him, so he could bite your lip before leaving go, pushing you back again a little. Noticing the grin on your face, he adjusts in his seat, a bulge growing in his tracksuit bottoms before he clicks his tongue, “Lads, I have to end the stream early, something came up... Yeah... I’ll speak to you soon, goodnight”. 

For moments, you stood there, shaking a little from being highly turned on by his reactions, but also at the fact you didn’t know what he was thinking or going to do, as he lets out a loud sigh, before turning in his chair to stand up, hovering over and looking down at you, with angry lust in his eyes. You swallow hard, gulping at the sudden feeling of being scared rush through you as you back off a little but he follows you, keeping eye contact. “What the fuck, do you think you’re doing? Playing up like that?” he growls as you nervously giggle, shrugging your shoulders before stiffening up, realising you wanted this as you walk up to him, braving to react like a brat, “I just felt like it~” you sung, as your hands clasp together, falling in front of you as you swayed yourself, innocently, puppy eyes returning to wind him up even more.

“Oh really, that’s how you wanna be? You’re going ot act like a brat huh?” he says softly before turning cold, hand caressing your cheek before moving down to your throat, grabbing it tightly, “Try me”. If you weren’t wet from the events leading up to this, you definitely were as you try to suppress a moan, keeping a smirk plastered on your lips before biting your bottom lip, making him growl at the sight, leaning in, face so close to yours, you could feel his breath gently blowing against your lips. You’re now falling into his trap, his lips millimetres away from yours, giving you the impression as though he was finally going to kiss you, but he pulls away, making you whine. Now the smirk was on his face as he lets go of you, attempting to walk away before you know that all you had to do now was get all bratty on him, “Little bitch” you mutter under your breath, making him turn on his heels, tongue in cheek, “What did you say?” he voices, you knew you were done for now, as he runs his hand up to the back of your head, pulling at your hair once again, pulling your head to the side. “I asked you a question, you better answer it, baby girl,” he voices, as you whimper, trying to keep up the brat facade, but the way he has you is inevitably too much for you to even risk it even more, though you still don’t answer, keeping your lips glued together.

From receiving no answer from you, he picks you up and places you on the table next to him, grip still on your hair as he pulls your head to the side, giving him access to trail kisses down your neck, starting from just behind the ear down, lacking forgiveness as he nips at your skin, sucking harshly, leaving dark purple marks, at least 4 on your neck. These made you whimper, and almost moan but you fight strongly against it, for now. “Fuck, Daddy,” you whimper as your body twitches under the pain from his biting, but it was so pleasurable as you try to put your hand down your shorts, your fingers rubbing circles on your clit, creating more pleasure, sending shivers down your spine. Though that didn’t last long as he notices what you were doing, gripping onto your wrist as he pulls your hand out, licking your fingers before smirking and letting go of his grip on your hair. Instead, he grabs tight onto your hips, bruising them from the tightness of it, as you use both of yours to hold yourself up, welcoming the kisses that he’s trailed up to your lips, tongue fighting for dominance as you finally let out a moan, making him chuckle into the kiss.

With a swift movement, your shorts and panties were removed from around your body, onto the floor. His fingers trail up your legs, tickling your thighs before a hand hovers over your core, as you prepare yourself for the pleasure you thought you were going to receive, his fingers slide up your folds before stopping and his hand is pulled away. You cry in disappointment, “Jae please don’t tease!” but all he could do was laugh at your reaction, tongue in cheek before he whispers in your ear, “Oh now I’m teasing you, it’s a problem huh?” followed by a nibble of your ear lobe. Your hand flies up to pull his head closer to yours, to kiss him, but he resists it, pulling back from the force of your pulling, “If you really want me that bad baby, you’re going to beg for it,” he orders, lips barely brushing against yours as you try to beg for your life to get him to touch you, “Daddy, fuck me!”. He shakes his head in disappointment, “Where did your manners go? Say please!”, you could barely even put words together, you craved him to touch you so bad, it took a lot for you to even concentrate properly, “Daddy, please, please fuck me!”.

The wish you asked for was granted to you as his hand trails back down to your core, as you open your legs wide enough for he had to comfortably fit in between your thighs, and for a finger to tease your clit, gliding through your soaking wet folds as he scoffs to himself, “I’ve barely even touched you, and look at you, so wet, dirty little whore,” you couldn’t even contain yourself, the sensation of his finger rubbing your clit in circles was driving you insane as you buck your hips for something more. It didn’t take long for him to enter a finger, then a second, pushing a third as you cry his name, his fingers curling upwards as he finger fucks you, causing the room to be filled with little whines and moans from you, Jae being very happy with himself for making you into a mess as you cry his name.

It didn’t take long either for the pressure to build up in your stomach as your orgasm comes close, you bite onto Jae’s lip, making out heavily, and sloppily, to get some control as your legs and body start to shake, and his fingers doing all the magic in your cunt as he keeps a steady pace, hitting your g-spot repetitively. With the way it was going, you were going to create a huge mess, and Jae knew this, welcoming it as he encourages you to cum all over his hand, “Come on baby girl, cum for me,” and within seconds, you’re cumming all over his hand, removing his fingers to rub your clit, making you squirm and scream, releasing your juices all over him and the floor before he makes you lick his fingers. The smug look on his face was a sight that you knew well, his cockiness shows through as he teases how you crumble under him, but you wanted more, “No, no more, this is all you’re getting for teasing me so much earlier. Behave like a good girl, and you may get fucked again later”, he says, caressing your cheek as you pout at him, which doesn’t work in your favour this time, as you try to gather yourself together after the experience you’ve just had. Now you know not to test his patience, and to not dare see how far you could push him.

[xxx-wounded-angel-xxx]

Thank you so much for answering my "Poly!Lost Boys x Male!Reader with anger issues." Request, I appreciate it! I like the headcannons so I was wondering if you were okay in writing a fic about it? It doesn't have to be super long, or anything and I don't want to stress, or force you into writing something you're not wanting to do. I was just wondering if you were okay with it! I really like your posts btw.<3 🍃anon

Thanks! I wrote quite quickly your Hcs this morning in the hospital waiting room as my doctor was late, so I wasn't entierly satisfied with it. I hope you enjoy this longer fic I based on it! It was nice to take a break from the Eddie in Santa Carla fic I'm currently working and kinda stuck on. I hope you enjoy this 🍃anon

Looking through the thrift store, you were on a hunt for a leather jacket. Your old one was too used, and to be honest with yourself it was also gifted to you by someone in your family you did not likes and it was getting hard to stand this jacket because of it.  You saw a nice brown one, but after trying it, it happened to be too big. You looked at a dark one just to notice how it was ripped on a sleeve. Putting it down, you were getting ready to give up, and wanted to leave the choice of your future beloved jacket to your dear boyfriends. With the good sense of style they had, you were sure your boys would choose something really cool for you, and it would be a nice memory tied to the piece of clothing.

The boys were the greatest thing that happened to you in a while. You met them, one night on the boardwalk. You had already heard of them, of course, the four bikers terrorizing the boardwalk, always touching each other, exchanging sloppy kisses between milkshakes and cigs. You were admiring them. They were hot, and so confident in their sexuality… you wished you were like them. And one night, they noticed you. They came to you, and flirted, and somehow at the end of the night you had four very hot boyfriends. You were proud to call them yours, and were even more to be theirs.  “Yeah, you thought, I’m gonna let them chose my jacket.”

But as you were turning to leave the shop, a surf nazi bumped archly in your shoulder, and started to talk to you as if it was your fault. You saw red, and in a burst of anger your fist collided with his face. It was over, your self-control had left the picture. You saw yourself launching punch after punch at him, and dodging the surfer’s attack the best you could. But as one of his friends joined the fight, you saw from the corner of your eyes blond curly hair joining on your side. You could always count on Marko to have your back when it came to fight.  The fight turned into general fight, Lost Boys against Surf Nazis, until you were separated and kicked out of the boardwalk by security guards.

Now calmed down, you knew that you could say goodbye to the boardwalk, at least for the night. You silently followed your boyfriends where they were heading to, feeling bad to have completely ruined the night with your impulsive behavior.

As you sat on the sand close to your boyfriends, by the bonfire they had gotten by making its precedent owner scram, you saw your Paulie turn to you. “You okay Sugar? You’ve been quite silent. They didn’t hurt you too bad, did they?” Worried, Paul started to look you up and down, looking for an injury.

“No babe, I’m okay. It’s just… I’m sorry for ruining the night” you blurted. It was now Dwayne’s turn to be worried. “What do you mean, love? I don’t get it”

“If I didn’t start this stupid fight with this scumbag, you guys would not have to join in and we would not have been kicked out of the boardwalk for the night. If it wasn’t for me and my fucking anger issues, we would be having a fun shopping date…”

You did not get to finish your sentence as David interrupted you. “We’re not mad, you know? And we would certainly not love you less for what you did. So, what, you have anger issues? Have you seen Marko? The babe starting so many fights despite his height…” This time, it was Marko who cut David, by an outraged loud “HEY!”, hitting the platinium blond in the shoulder. “See?” David said with one of his usual smirks. “Marko has a short temper yet we still love him. Don’t worry about that kitten. But we sure would be less worried if you were like us…” “Not yet, David. But one day…”

Feeling better about yourself, you let yourself go in Paul’s embrace, and fully relax as he sloppily kissed you. Your boys knew about your anger issues, and yet they still loved you no matter what. Finally, it wasn’t that bad of an evening.

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Jet xEclipse sharing a milkshake?

@disconnected-lightwood

Eclipse felt his tail swish back and forth as he stood inside the ice cream parlor next to his boyfriend of three months. Jet the Hawk. The hawk was holding the darkling's hand as he scanned the menu in front of them.

The small alien could feel the eyes on him as they waited. As both Mobians and humans stared at him. And why shouldn't they? He WAS apart of the species that hunted others down to enslave them. It was only fair that they stared.

Didn't mean Eclipse felt any less insecure. Regardless, this was their first real date. Normally they would be watching a movie and just chilling in Jet's base. But Eclipse wanted a change of pace.

He wanted to try. For Jet.

So when the hawk was rummaging and organizing things in his office, Eclipse shyly asked if they could try this new ice cream shop. This had shocked Jet for a brief moment, as his darkling boyfriend did not like going out in public. None the less, he agreed with a smile and led the way.

Now Eclipse wished he had brought a hoodie or something. The stares were becoming uncomfortable, even with the hawk holding his hand.

"What do you like? I know you aren't a fan of sweets so maybe we could get you a-." Jet asked and froze as he noticed the tense posture of his boyfriend.

"Eclipse?" the hawk asked softly. The darkling didn't need to tell him what was wrong, it was clear by how he stared at the ground.

"Hey...sweetheart.." Jet said and placed a hand on his boyfriend's cheek, gently and slowly. He waited till his gaze was met. "We don't have to be here. We can order take out and just watch a movie."

Eclipse swallowed the lump in his throat. He felt horrible, he wanted to do something normal with Jet and here he was. Being scared of a few looks from strangers.

He cleared his throat. No. He was determined to make this their first and best date. "It's okay. I wanna try."

His gaze flicked up to the menu. A milkshake sounded good, right? "I would not mind a shake. We can share it. That's something couples do, right?"

Jet lets out a chuckle and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Earning a slight tail wag from Eclipse. The hawk was not big on PDA but Eclipse cherished the moments he indulged. Even if it was just hand holding.

Jet ordered their milkshake and they sat at a round table in the back with two straws. After Jet encouraged Eclipse to take the first sip, the darkling grinned. "It's good!"

Jet grinned. "At least we know that's something sweet you can handle." he spoke before scooping out some whipcream with a spoon and playfully smearing it across his boyfriend's cheek. Eclipse gasped and giggled and did the same to the hawk.

"You're so mean!"

"You started it!"

"Maybe so!"

Giggles errupted from the young couple. They spent a few minutes enjoying themselves before leaving a tip and heading out.

"How about we watch the Narnia movies? I know how much you love those and we can get some real food." Jet asked. Eclipse nodded.

"No take out. How about we cook something together?" the darkling smiled. Jet grinned and nodded. The darkling had learnt to cook and enjoyed it.

"Sounds like a plan to me."

"Jet?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"Love you too. Always."

[dreamwritesimagines]

Burn The Witch 8 - Rookie Mistake [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support and feedback my loves ! ❤ Here’s the next chapter, I hope you like it as well and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, fake dating, mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language, guns, knives.

Summary: Every agent makes mistakes.

Series Masterlist

You had no idea what you’d done for karma to hunt you down like this, but it was very clear that at some part in your life, you had messed up.

Maybe it was because you never bought recyclable giftwraps for Christmas even if everyone told you to.

Maybe it was because you still used too much sugar in your coffee.

Maybe it was because of all the targets you had killed.

A mystery, that one.

You groaned, pressing your forehead on the window of the car as you massaged your temples.

“Do I have a tracker on me or something?” you whined, “Is that it? What are the chances I run into my fake boyfriend twice while on a mission? It’s a huge city, it’s not supposed to be possible!”

“I don’t know about you but I’m shaking,” Keith reached out to wave his hand in front of your eyes while Chloe checked you both in the rear mirror, “I’m— my hands are all sweaty look—“

“Don’t touch me with your sweaty hands!” you batted his hands away when he tried to touch your face, “How did this happen? How is this possible? Chloe? Chloe answer me, how is this fucking possible?”

“Okay, let’s all take a breath and focus on the bright side of the situation,” she managed to say, keeping her eyes on the road, “Your cover wasn’t blown, he still has no idea you’re…well, you. And everyone is alive, yay!”

“I was on the same rooftop as the world’s most dangerous assassin,” Keith let out a breath, “He was right there when I got there, he was just…. That guy could kill us all!”

“Shrike, just give the order and we will—“

“Everyone stay where you are,” you touched your earpiece, “It’s under control.”

“Let me guess,” Bucky said as he took a step towards you, “Another member of HYDRA and you got here before me.”

“Are you following me or something?” you asked and he scoffed.

“Maybe you’re not the only person going after HYDRA.”

“Maybe I should be,” you said, “Don’t get me wrong, I kind of dig the whole vigilante vibe but my superiors have more…planned strategies for things like these.”

“And who do you work for, exactly?”

You let out a small laugh, “Every girl has her secrets,” you stated, “Why are you here?”

“Why are you?”

“Because I’m getting paid for it,” you said, “You’re not. Surely a handsome guy like you could fill his nighttime with different activities rather than doing….this.”

Even in the dark, you could tell that he shifted his weight uncomfortably.

“Aw, not a huge fan of flirting?”

“Not with you.”

You couldn’t help but scoff a laugh at the irony, “Why, you got a girl at home?”

The door slammed open and one of the agents –Keith, you assumed— stepped out, his rifle pointed at Bucky while he heaved a sigh, shaking his head slightly.

“Your friend has a scarf wrapped over his face to keep his identity hidden and you call me a vigilante?”

Keith almost looked like Daredevil with Chloe’s red scarf covering half of his face.

“Mystery is kind of our deal.” you said and motioned at Keith, “Put the gun down, he’s not going to hurt me. In fact, he’s going to let me walk away.”

Bucky tilted his head, “You think so?”

“I know so. I’d hate to mess up that beautiful face during combat.”

“You sound very sure of yourself.”

“I am.” you shrugged your shoulders and walked past him.

“Who are you?” he asked and you turned around to look at him.

“Come on, you know better than that.” You said and saluted him in a mocking manner before walking to the door, “Until next time, soldier.”

“I’m serious, feel my hands—“ you were pulled out of your thoughts when Keith reached out for you and you made a face, slapping his hand away once again.

“He told me he would stay at home tonight!” you exclaimed. “I can’t believe this, how dare—“

“It’s not like he said he was going to bed and ended up going to a club behind your back,” Chloe said, “Just saying, that happens a lot in some relationships.”

“Chloe, it’s not a real relationship!” you reminded her “What, my options were him having a one night stand and him going after the same target I was going to kill? By all means, he can go and get laid then!”

“But that would count as cheating!” Chloe said, “Besides, you know what they say. Targets over...ladies.”

“No one in the whole human history has ever said that honey.” Keith said helpfully and you looked out the window.

“Wait, where are we going?”

“The base.” Chloe said as if she was apologizing, “Dad wants to see you.”

You threw your head back and slipped a little on the leather seat.

“Great,” you muttered, “Tonight is getting better and better.”

                                    ***

Thankfully, General decided to let you go home after an hour of briefing. He had asked you whether you would like to be pulled out of other missions and instead just focus on Bucky but ignoring Keith’s glances, you had said no.

You had to prove yourself if you wanted to be a handler.

Thankfully it was Saturday so you could sleep until late and when you woke up, instead of going over the plans and rushing to the milkshake shop and coming up with strategy after strategy.

For some reason, you felt almost excited for your second date with Bucky. Maybe Chloe had a point, maybe you had to be extra careful not to lose yourself in your own cover. Just because you hadn’t had that problem before didn’t mean you could take it for granted.

You weren’t used to this kind of a mission. Not this long anyway, tricking a target was fine, it was expected but actually forming a relationship with them was much more complicated than a couple of lies here and there.

You clicked your tongue and tilted your head, looking in the mirror. You already knew Bucky would show up on his motorcycle, so you ditched the dresses and instead picked jeans and a nice blouse. When Chloe had first recreated your whole wardrobe for this mission, you whined for days but now you were slowly getting used to it.

Even though you were pretty sure you would never get used to the uniform.

Your phone started vibrating on the nightstand and you checked the caller I.D. before answering it.

“Hi!” you said, “Are you here?”

“Yes ma’am,” You could almost hear Bucky’s grin, “You ready?”

“Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right there,” you said and hung up, then took a last look at your gun and put it beneath your pillow. Pushing your hair behind your ear, you locked the door behind you and made your way downstairs.

“Oh my goodness you were serious!” you said when you saw him leaning against a motorcycle and he looked you up and down, his face lighting up with a smile.

“Hi beautiful.”  

Your stomach did a pleasant flip and you didn’t even have to fake mirroring his smile, “Hi,” you murmured and pointed at the motorcycle, “You were serious about that.”

“I was, but—“ he turned around to grab something from the top case on the motorcycle, then turned to you, holding a bouquet of flowers. You gasped and reached out to take them from him.

“As promised,” he joked as you buried your nose into the bouquet.

“Thank you,” you said, looking up at him before heaving a dramatic sigh. “Well, we had a deal. I’ll have to get on this deathtrap huh?”

“Oh if you’re the type to break deals, you don’t have to,” he taunted and you scrunched up your nose. “But where we’re going is a little away from here, just so you know.”

“Where are we going?”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to explore the city?”

You nodded and stole a look at the motorcycle standing behind him, making him chuckle.

“You laugh now but if you drop me on the way—“

“I’m not going to drop you on the way.”

“Or if I die, I’m haunting you.” You pointed at him, “For the rest of your life.”

He nodded in a very solemn manner, “Deal.”

You placed the bouquet into the top case carefully and turned to him so that he could put the helmet over your head. The fond light in his eyes was impossible to miss as he fixed it and lifted the shield.

“Comfortable?” he asked, his hands still cradling the helmet and you grinned.

“Mm hm.” You said and got on the motorcycle after him, then wrapped your arms around his torso. The scent of his cologne mixed with the faint aftershave filled your nostrils, making you inhale and you adjusted your grip.

“Ready to do this?”

“Nope,” you said, making him laugh, “Let’s do it anyways.”

                                        ***

You had never been so good at dates. You always thought it was awkward and to be frank most of the time you felt like it was an unnecessary step to getting to know this person when you could just look them up or ask Chloe to do it for you.

Besides, the last time you had gone on a date it had ended up in what spies could get as close to a relationship as possible.

But now, much to your surprise you were actually enjoying yourself.

“Brooklyn!” you said, looking around, “Oh my God, I’ve wanted to come here for a while!”

“Have you?”

“Yeah!” you said, “Since I moved to New York. I saw it on um— I saw it on Gossip Girl.”

“Is that a magazine?”

“TV show.”

“Ah.”

“You grew up here right?” you asked and he nodded.

“Yeah! Yeah I grew up very close to this neighborhood actually.”

“Do I get to see it?”

He tilted his head, “Do you want to?”

“Yes!” you said, “It’d be fun, don’t you think?”

He hesitated only for a moment, “Right this way then,” he said and held out his hand. You bit down and smile and took it, then started walking beside him.

“There used to be a movie theatre there,” he motioned at one of the shops, “I was actually— I came around here right before I was shipped off.”

“Really?”

“Mm hm. We went to this Stark Exhibition, me and—“ he stopped talking and you looked up at him before it dawned on you.

Steve Rogers.

Of course. Figures.

You cleared your throat, desperate to pull him out of his own mind.

“I can actually see you growing up here,” you said, “And for some reason you’re wearing short pants and you have a cap? And you’re like running around with a newspaper under your— am I describing a movie? I think I’m describing a movie.”

“Weirdly enough, you’re actually right.”

Your jaw dropped, “Wait, are you serious?”

“Yeah I had short pants and a couple of caps while I was growing up,” he said, making you gasp.

“Aww!”

“No, don’t.”

“That’s such a cute mental image!”

“Stop imagining it.”

“Tiny baby Bucky Barnes with his tiny little hat—“ you started but he pulled you closer to cover your mouth while still walking, making you let out a muffled laugh.

“Hey you should see my baby pictures, they’re a mess,” you said, “I have this picture with strawberry jam covering my face and my hair— oh, I’ve heard about this shop before! They make these famous bagels, do you want to take a look?”

“Sure, why not?” he said and followed you into the shop.

“Oh come on…” he muttered as he took a look at the menu board “Why does everyone put everything in food nowadays?”

You stifled a laugh and turned to the woman behind the counter, “I’ll get a cereal rainbow bagel and he will get something….classic.”

“We have plain bagel with cheese?”

“That sounds good. When exactly did people start eating lavender?” he asked you and you shrugged,

“Pretty recently I think,” you said and reached for your wallet but Bucky shot you a look.

“Don’t even think about it,” he quoted you and paid for the food, then you both grabbed the small paper plates and sat down on the small bar stools. You crossed your legs, turning to look at him better.

“I could let you try mine?” you taunted him and he chuckled.

“No thank you.” He eyed your bagel as if it was going to come alive any time. “I like the smell but…”

You tore a part of your bagel and put it on his plate. “Live a little Bucky Barnes.”

He held up the piece as if toasting you and you held up your bagel to touch his, giggling.

“So,” you said, “Could you rest last night? At least a little?”

His gaze lingered on you for a moment, as if trying to decide what to say.

“Yeah,” he said eventually, “I did.”

Right.

Of course he would lie, it wasn’t as if he could tell you—

“I just had to go outside for an hour but it was fine.”

Your eyes snapped up to his and you blinked a couple of times, taken by surprise at his honesty. It would’ve been so easy for him to flat out tell you a lie, but for some reason he chose against it. You knew he wouldn’t tell you the whole thing but the fact that he hadn’t brushed you off somehow made you feel all warm.

“Oh?” you asked, “Is—is everything okay? You were safe right?”

“Of course.”

You raised your brows, “Bucky.”

“There’s just this…crazy person I keep running into but it’s fine, no worries.”

Crazy person?!

You stared at him but you managed to pull yourself together and sat up straighter, picking at the cereal on top of the bagel.

“As long as you rested just a little, I still take that as a win,” you pointed out, making him smile.

“How about you?” he asked, “How was your night?”

I ran into you right after assassinating another member of HYDRA.

“It wasn’t as exciting as yours,” you took a bite of your bagel, “Surprising isn’t it? Here I thought I was the dangerously adventurous one.”

                                ***

You were one hundred percent sure you were somehow doing this whole mission wrong. In fact scratch the mission, you were doing this date thing wrong.

You weren’t supposed to like it this much.

You had never enjoyed any of your earlier dates with other people this much. By the time you decided to go back, it was the middle of the night and you had spent the whole day together without even realizing it. It didn’t feel like it was a mission you had been put on, it almost—

It almost felt real.

You frowned at yourself, reminding yourself to keep your head in the game and got off the motorcycle when it stopped in front of the building your apartment was in. As soon as you took off your helmet, you started fixing your hair while he watched you with a smile on his face.

“I have a confession to make,” you said as you handed him the helmet for him to put it on the motorcycle.

“What is it?”

“There’s a slight possibility,” you said, bringing your thumb and pointer together close, “Very slight possibility that you may have been right about the motorcycle.”

“Oh was I now?” he asked, feigning surprise and you let out a giggle.

“Maybe,” you said, “I mean I didn’t die, that’s something.”

“That was an expectation?”

“That was a possibility,” you corrected him, “But I got on a motorcycle and you tried a weird bagel. As far as putting ourselves in dangerous situations on a second date, I’d say we’re even.”

“You know, thank you for acknowledging it,” he played along, “It was really intimidating at first, but I’d like to believe I pulled through in the end.”

“You did,” you said, “So proud of you. Maybe the next time you visit me at the shop, you can finally try Unicorn Cotton Candy.”

“We’ll see about that,” he said and shifted your weight, taking a deep breath.

“Thank you for today. I don’t remember the last time I had this much fun.”

“I’m glad,” he said with a smile, “Same here, aside from your quite disgusting taste in bagels, it was—”

“You didn’t like it?” you exclaimed and waved your hands in the air, “You know what, it’s fine. I have this strategy and you’ll—you’ll get there. We’re going to find something that is both completely modern and you like very much.”

“I think we already have,” he stated, his gaze locked in yours and you couldn’t help but smile at that.

“I’d hope so,” you replied, “Really.”

A silence fell upon you and you pushed your hair behind your ear.

“I should probably get going,” you pointed at the building with your thumb, “I have this very curious elderly neighbor, and trust me, she wouldn’t even wait for the morning to ask me about you if she saw us.”

“Oh we can’t have that, can we?” he said and you nodded your head, then gasped.

“Wait—Bucky, my flowers!” you said, “Give me my flowers.”

“Right,” he snapped his fingers and turned around to grab the bouquet from the top case, then paused.

“What?” you asked and he looked at you over his shoulder.

“Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to keep them in a very hot box whole day?” he asked and pulled out the bouquet, making you let out a whine at the sight. The flowers looked nearly withered and you took them from him, pressing your lips together.

“Okay, it’s not so bad,” you said as if trying to convince yourself, “It’s alright, I can fix this.”

“Darling I don’t think—“

“I can!” you insisted, “I’m gonna put them in water tonight or—or find some solution. I’m gonna google something, I’m pretty sure there are ways to save them.”

“Or I can just get you new ones.”

“That’s not how it works,” you pointed out, still holding the bouquet carefully over your chest as you assessed the damage, then looked up to find his eyes fixed on you.

“I’m—I should go now.”

“Okay.”

Neither of you moved for a moment before you took a deep breath, your heart slamming against your chest. You knew what your cover would or wouldn’t do, but somehow you had this urge that told you the situation probably called for your decisions, not your cover’s.

“Oh screw this,” you muttered as you stepped closer to him to stand on your tiptoes and pull him into a kiss.

Well, for you or your cover that felt like the best decision you had ever made on this mission.

He pressed you closer to his body, his hand cradling the back of your head and as if on cue, your stomach did a pleasant flip, giddiness filling your whole system. You rested a hand over his chest, feeling his fast heartbeat under your palm and let yourself get lost in the kiss until he pulled back slowly. A small giggle escaped from you as his arm around you got tighter, a smile lighting up his face.

“Well, you weren’t going to do it,” you commented, making him chuckle.

“I was waiting for the third date actually.”

“Oh how I’m glad the times have changed,” you said and caught the sight of the bouquet currently crushed between you two. You took a step back, tilting your head.

“Gosh, I don’t think I can fix this.”

“Yeah I’m pretty sure we just murdered them,” Bucky stated and you heaved a dramatic sigh.

“Worth it,” you grinned, “You win some you lose some.”

“New flowers next date, got it.”

A look of mischief crossed your face, “Deal. Good night Bucky.”

“Good night darling.”

You bit down a smile and made your way to the building, then hopped on the steps to get to your floor, somehow way too excited to get in the elevator and wait. As soon as you got into your apartment you leaned back to the door, closing your eyes.

Just your cover. You knew you had to act like your cover and that was why your heart was beating this fast, no other reason.

You pushed yourself off the door and stepped into the living room, still holding the flowers tight in your arms. You knew what you were supposed to do, back at the academy when you were being educated on seduction of the enemy, they always told you to draw the line between yourself and your cover. One of the easiest ways to do it was getting rid of every single thing your target would give you as a gift, keeping these gifts posed the danger of making you hesitant when it was time to bring the target in.

You couldn’t keep anything. You knew that.

It would be a rookie mistake.

You lingered on your steps, then approached the dinner table to touch the vase Chloe had put fake flowers in. You grabbed the fake flowers and pulled them out of the vase to throw them into the trashcan, then filled the vase to the brim with water and carefully placed the bouquet into it before putting it on the table again.

You were a professional spy. Keeping something as simple as flowers only for this one instance wouldn’t hurt anyone after all.

You were sure it would be fine.

You stepped back to take a look at the vase and shrugged your shoulders.

“My cover likes flowers,” you muttered to yourself and made your way to your bedroom.

Chapter 9

[pastelwitchling]

Alex tells Michael about Deep Sky.

Michael paced Alex’s front porch. He’d raised a hand to knock twice already, and brought his hand back down both times before he’d mustered the courage to do it.

This was stupid. It was so stupid. Alex had been in town for three days, and Michael had yet to talk to him. It was unnatural for them to be apart this long, whether Alex was dating someone or not. Alex was his friend now, they were friends now. It would be wrong of Michael, after all the calls and texts over the past year that they’d shared, to ignore Alex’s return now because he was with someone else.

With that knowledge in mind, he raised his fist to knock on the door, but it suddenly swung open. Alex, startled, almost stumbled back when it looked like Michael might knock on his face.

Michael quickly brought his hand down. “Er – hey, Private.”

“Guerin,” Alex nodded. “Good, I was just coming to the junkyard to see you.”

“Y-Yeah?”

Alex put on his jacket, and raked Michael up and down, his smile small and distracted. “You look good.”

“Yeah,” Michael nodded, caught off guard when Alex gave him a quick hug, but was quick to hug him back. “Yeah, you, too.”

Alex pulled back too soon and patted Michael’s shoulder. “Uh – I wanted to talk to you, but not here. Have you had lunch yet? Crashdown?”

It took a second for Michael to realize that Alex was asking him out. It’s not a date, moron, he has a boyfriend. Michael nodded regardless.

Fifteen minutes later found them in a Crashdown diner booth with Alex’s back against the wall as they waited for their orders. Alex was tugging on his sleeve, his eyes shooting up to the door whenever the bell jingled. His gaze lingered on every man and woman, suspicious, until they met with family or friend at a table, and only then he looked down at his sleeve again.

Michael tilted his head, trying to discern Alex’s expression. “You wanna talk to me?” he asked. “Or did we just come for the milkshakes?”

“Sorry,” he murmured, swirling the contents of his drink before he cleared his throat and asked, “S-So how’s it been going? Everything okay with – you know, with Maria, and –”

“Alex,” Michael cut him off. “I don’t want to talk about her. I want to talk about why you keep looking at the door like you’re expecting someone to come shoot you.”

Alex glanced at the door again, lips pursed.

Michael hesitated. He really, really didn’t want to ask about it, a lump in his throat, but –

“Is it . . . is it Long?” his voice was subdued. “Did you fight or something?”

At the mention of Forrest’s name, Alex finally met Michael’s gaze. Something was broken there. “No, he – uh – he left. Roswell, he – he left Roswell.”

Michael intentionally kept his expression neutral. “For how long?”

Alex shrugged a shoulder, looking back down at his drink, and right then, any happiness or joy faded to something dimmer. The last thing he’d wanted was for Alex’s heart to break.

“I’m sorry,” he said, and was surprised to find that he meant it.

“Yeah, me, too.” He shook his head. “Look, about Forrest, he told me something before he left.”

Michael tensed. Would Alex tell him if Forrest had said he loved him? Would he really not realize how much that would kill him?

Hypocrite, a voice in his head scolded.

He swallowed and silently nodded, encouraging Alex to go on. So he did. He told Michael all about some organization called Deep Sky, how Forrest had been a member, how he’d warned Alex that they would recruit him, and what it would cost Alex to accept.

By the end of it, Michael was shaking his head. “No. No way, Alex.”

“If I have the chance to find out more than my dad and Jim Valenti ever could, shouldn’t I take it?”

“Not if it means locking yourself away in SHIELD’s headquarters, okay?”

“Forrest said they – they were archivists,” Alex tried. “They have records, studies, secrets that could help you find out more about your home!”

“You’re my home!” he snapped, and Alex fell silent, his eyes wide.

Michael clenched his jaw and said nothing else for a long while. Then, “You already left for a year to shut down Project Shepherd. Your enlistment’s almost ended. The war is over, Alex, it’s time to stop fighting.”

Alex looked away, rubbing his hands together tightly. Michael reached across the table, and covered his hands with his own. Alex stilled under his touch and met his gaze.

“You can stop now, Private.”

Alex searched his face a moment, then, “I can’t.”

Michael swallowed. “You already made your decision, didn’t you?” Alex said nothing, and Michael scoffed. He started to take his hand back, but Alex gripped his fingers and held on.

Michael’s eyes burned. “Then why tell me? What is this, goodbye?”

“Guerin, I’m not going to let myself get cut off from you again,” Alex told him. “I want you to know because I want you with me for this.”

Michael frowned, shoving his hope down. “Deep Sky wants you, Alex, I doubt it’s a volunteer program.”

“No, Guerin,” he held on tighter. “I’m going to accept, but I want to keep in touch with you. Let you know what I find, if I find anything.”

Michael regarded him. “Alex, you’re talking about going Black Widow. That Marvel thing was a joke.”

“Listen to me,” Alex pushed, “no one else can do this, and you know that. If they have secrets about you, about any alien? Project Shepherd was the wrong way. What if there’s a right way?”

Michael grit his teeth. “Alex –"

“I need closure, Guerin,” Alex said, and maybe it was the plea in his voice, but Michael found the rest of his words locked in his throat. “Shutting down Project Shepherd, it – it didn’t erase what my family did. Generations of evil, and I had to come face to face with it every single day, and I am tired. I need . . . Guerin, I need to end this with something good.”

A moment of silence.

Then Michael said, his voice hoarse, “You’re good.”

Alex met his gaze for a few seconds, and let go of his hand, rubbing his face with a sigh.

“Alex,” Michael leaned in, reaching for Alex’s hand again. “You’re the best person I know, you’ve helped me more than I ever deserved.”

Alex seemed to consider this for a minute, then he said, “Then I need you to help me now. Stay with me.”

When Michael took too long to answer, Alex’s expression turned to doubt, and he began to pull his hand back. Michael couldn’t have it. He stood, and moved to sit on Alex’s side of the booth. Alex looked startled, but Michael turned his body to face his so that he couldn’t leave.

“We do this, we do it my way, Private,” Michael said fiercely. “That means you stay in contact with me every day.”

Alex swallowed. “Okay.”

“No,” Michael moved close enough until his thigh was almost on top of Alex’s. “You’re not listening to me. You keep in contact with me. You turn down one call, I don’t care if you’re in the freaking Pentagon, I’m coming to get you. You tell me everything they told you, whether it’s dangerous or not. I’m going to check every night that you’re sleeping in your own bed, and if you’re not, I’m hunting them down, no warning. Do you understand?”

Alex’s brows were furrowed. He looked startled. “Yeah. Yeah, Guerin, I understand.”

“Good,” Michael said, and then realized how close together they were. Alex was staring back. Michael didn’t return to his seat, and they instead settled comfortably next to each other. Alex hooked his arm around Michael’s and held on tightly.

“So what now?” Michael asked quietly.

“Now,” Alex sighed, “we wait.”

[jinx-jade]

I used a random word generator for this:

Jasonette, kneel, needle <3

“What are you doing?” Jason asked, leaning against the doorway of Marinette’s bedroom.

Marinette looked up from the carpet flooring she was kneeling on to look at Jason. He seemed both amused and confused by the fact that she was crawling at a snail’s pace around her room.

“I dropped a needle and now I can’t find it. I would just leave it be, but I don’t like the possibility of forgetting about it only to step on it later.”Marinette informs him before going back to her search.

Jason watched from the doorway for a bit before disappearing to who knows where.

An hour or so later Marinette felt like giving up the pointless search for the stray needle. She let out an annoyed huff, leaning her tired body against her desk.

She had originally been working on a client’s commission, it had been ordered as a rush job and she really should have said no, but the order was apparently for the ten-year-old daughter of the client. This commission is going to be for the daughter’s first gal. After hearing the client’s sob story about how the original dress she was supposed to wear had been ruined Marinette had easily agreed to the order.

Marinette had just finished the final details for the dress when she lost the need, but right now she’s too tired to care. Marinette didn’t want to stand up and move to her bed in case she ended up stepping on the missing needle, but she also wanted to go to sleep.

“Still looking for that needle?” Jason questioned, pecking into her room through the doorway.

“Noooo,’’ Marinette said in an annoyed groan, not even looking in his direction.

Marinette heard footsteps come closer but didn’t bother opening her eyes since she already knew it was Jason.

He picked her up, carrying her to the bed, and placed her on top of a pile of pillows.

Only after she had been placed on the mountain of pillows did Marinette open her eyes. She looked at all the pillows before giving Jason a questioning look. She didn’t remember having this many pillows a moment ago and wondered where they came from.

She didn’t get to voice her question, instead, she let out a little squeal noise that she will forever deny making.

Jason chuckled at her antics before handing Marinette the reason for her excitement, it was a large, raspberry, strawberry, mint, and chocolate milkshake with lots of whip cream, chocolate shavings, and cherries on top.

Once Marinette began to happily drink her sugary milkshake, snuggled into the pillows, Jason began to look around the floor.

Marinette was a bit annoyed when he found the needle not even ten minutes into looking.

Jason then moved to kneel at the foot of her bed.

“Thou’s missing blade, oh fair maiden,” Jason said, presenting the needle to her as if it was a sword.

“Dork,” Marinette claims, taking the needle from Jason, she left the comfy pile of pillows.

She tilted Jason’s head up from its bowed position to make eye contact with him.

“Thou ot to be rewarded for such a brave hunt of tracking thee missing sword of mine,” Marinette said with a smirk before placing a kiss on both of his cheeks, his nose, and finally his lips.

Satisfied with the blush her boyfriend was now sporting, Marinette moved to her desk putting the needle in its pincushion and placing her empty milkshake cup on the desk.

Marinette moved back to the bed, grabbing Jason’s hand and pulling him up from the kneeling position he was still in. She shoved him onto the bed before curling up into his chest and falling asleep to the sound of Jason’s heartbeat and the soothing movement of Jason combing his hands through her hair.

[markosmate]

Could you do one where the boys (poly or David) girl gets insecure after seeing other girls fawn over the boys so she try’s to dodge the boys thinking they’d be happier with someone else- also your writings are quickly becoming some of my favorites of the lost boys ff writers 💛💛💛

aww thank you so much!! that means so much to me and of course,, this is a really cute idea so i had fun writing this one. i chose to do poly, if you want me to write another one that’s just david i'd be happy to :) - 🧚🏻

cinnamon

pairing; poly!lost boys x reader

warnings; self doubt, insecurities

The first thing you noticed about the boys was how well they were dressed. Despite all of their outfits consisting in relatively dark colors, they all seemed to have their own little aesthetics that fit their personalities well. The second thing you noticed, was how they either seemed to completely deflect people, or draw them in like bees to honey. No in between. You felt drawn to them almost immediately, their punk yet boyish vibes rubbing off on you the perfect way immediately.

But after realizing how many girls flocked to them on the nightly, you refused to give into the butterflies in your stomach when you locked eyes with one of them for the first time. Instead, you turned on your heel and began making your way in the opposite direction. It didn’t take long for them to get you wrapped around their finger, almost like you got hooked on their line and they were pulling you in quicker than ever before.

You fell for each of them, hard, and in turn, they fell for you. After many conversations among the four of them, they decided to break both the news of what they were, and their plan of sharing you, in one night. You were honestly more shocked at their confession of feelings than you were about their apparent bat side.

Of course you were a little horrified at first. What do you mean your sweet boys drained people of their blood every night to survive? You didn’t quite believe either thing they were telling you until David flashed his face at you, yellow eyes and fangs galore. You stared at him for a good long while, taking it all in before the second confession hit you like a truck.

"You’re saying all four of you have feelings for me? Like, feelings feelings?" Your jaw dropped, looking each one in the eyes as they all nodded at you with cocky smirks on their faces. Except Dwayne, he was kinda sympathetic about dumping that all on you at once, you know - he’s a nice guy when he’s not killing people to survive. "Dwayne kills people?" That earned you a round of laughter that cooled the tension in the air.

That night, you let your walls down. After all, you could deal with a few girls flirting with them every few nights. Now that they were all with you, they'd surely turn down the flirting and make sure the girls knew they weren’t interested right? Wrong, completely and utterly wrong.

In fact, it almost seemed like they were doing the exact opposite. Dwayne and David were about the same, they never used seduction to lure in victims. They had always preferred to use stealth and intimidation. Paul, on the other hand?

Suddenly he didn’t know how to hunt without cat-calling three girls in the process.

It angered you to no end. But at the same time, it also dug up many self-doubting thoughts that seemed to ring around your head every time he or Marko did it. Would the boys be happier with someone else? One of those girls who constantly fawned over their every move, practically obsessed with your four boys? You didn’t know, and after a while of that insecurity building, you decided you didn’t want to stick around to find out.

Your distancing started out small. Not showing up at the boardwalk for a night here and there without telling them you weren't going to be able to make it, cancelling plans of going back to the cave with them to sleep there for the day. They noticed immediately, obviously, but they couldn’t for the life of them figure out why you were suddenly acting this way. And the night that they planned to ask you about what was wrong, you didn’t show up to the boardwalk. Nor did you didn’t show up to their meeting spot the next night either, or the night after that. On the fourth day of you not showing up, the boys were all practically ripping the hair out of their heads.

"I’m going crazy here, man! Why can’t we just go check on her?" Marko groaned, thumping his fingers on the handle of his bike.

"Because." David answered curtly, breathing in deep around the butt of his cigarette.

"Because?" Paul cried out, looking at his leader with an exasperated expression. "Something could be wrong with her and you’re just saying 'because'?"

"He’s letting his pride get in the way." Dwayne huffed out, taking a sip from his milkshake. "He wants her to come to us, not the other way around."

"This is ridiculous. I’m going to her man." Paul grunted, starting up his bike before revving the engine for extra effect.

"Right on, dude." The shorter blond mumbled under his breath, following the former's actions.

"I told you we need to wait." David narrowed his eyes at the two offending vampires.

"No, man. They have a point. Something's wrong." Dwayne defended the other two's protests. "She’s been distancing herself lately and suddenly she’s not showing up to be with us anymore?"

"Obviously we did something." Marko threw in. "She wouldn’t just stop talking to us if we hadn't done anything."

"She’s not like that, man." Paul concluded as they all stared directly at David knowing that he had to give in now.

"Alright. Let’s go." The grins on his three boys' face was infectious, and he had to hide his own to avoid the teasing that was sure to come if they were to notice it.

The four revved their bikes and were off to your house, arriving in a record-breaking four minutes. They parked their bikes down the street as to not raise suspicion from your parents and quietly made their way around the back of the house towards your window.

Paul took the opportunity to pick up a few small pebbles along the way, before tossing them gently up to your window.

After a few short moments, your face appeared to them as you pulled your curtains back.

Your eyes caught Dwayne's first as you stared down into the yard, trying to make out their shapes in the dark. You unlocked the window and threw it upwards, much harsher than you should’ve considering your parents were still very much asleep. "What are you doing here?" You hissed down to them after poking your head out of the opening in the window.

"Whoa, babe." Marko tried to calm you. "We’re your boyfriends, why aren’t we allowed to visit you?"

You glared at him before turning to gaze at each of them individually. "Please leave." You mumbled calmly. "I don’t want to see you guys right now."

"Babe?" Paul called up, voice cracking the tiniest bit. "What’s going on? Can we please come up?"

You frowned. You were doing this so that they could find someone else that they would be happier with, not to hurt them. Your eyes softened as you made eye contact with each of them once more, eyes locking with David's at last. "Come on up." You sighed, stepping away from the window and plopping down on your bed. A huge gust of wind came blowing through your room, pushing your curtains out of the way and rustling your hair as all four of your boys managed to stumble through your small window.

You reached over towards your headboard and grabbed the nearest pillow you could to hug to your chest. Immediately Paul threw himself on the bed next to you, wrapping his arms tightly around your body to hold you against him. David moved to lean back against your closet door. Dwayne stayed near the window, moving to sit against the sill as Marko just kind of fumbled about awkwardly in the middle, not quite knowing where to go.

"You guys have never been in here before." You muttered, trying to divert the conversation that you knew they would want to address immediately. "Just outside to pick me up."

David rolled his eyes at your stalling tactics, pushing himself off the closet door to walk over to you. He leaned down, slipping a finger under your chin to bring your head up to face him. "What’s going on kitten?"

You sighed, not knowing how to put it without sounding desperate or clingy. You opted to lean back against Paul's chest as he shifted to sit with a leg on either side of you. "I wanted to distance myself from you guys-"

"Why?" Paul and Marko blurted out before you could finish your sentence. Paul seemed hurt while Marko just seemed offended that you would lead them on only to ditch.

"She was trying to tell us, shut up." David shushed them both.

"I just- I thought that maybe if you guys didn’t have me holding you back... you could find a nice girl that you really like who makes you more happy than I do." You whispered, holding on tightly to the blond's wrist that were wrapped around your waist.

"Baby, why would you think that?" Dwayne cooed, moving to sit beside you and Paul as Marko and David visibly deflated at your confession.

"I don’t know... I guess I just- I just got kind of upset seeing all the girls that flock to you guys night after night. And then seeing Marko and Paul flirt back with them, even more than you guys did before we all started dating, it just kinda sealed it for me. I just... felt like you guys were better off before we started dating." You explained almost all in one breath. Paul buried his face in your neck as Marko moved to sit on the other side of you. David kneed onto one knee and cupped your face to encourage your eyes to meet his own.

"Doll, we want you. That’s why we chose you. We don’t want them. We want you baby." He whispered, scanning your face to try and read what emotion you were feeling.

"And I’m just dumb, babe. You know I never mean it when I flirt with them. They’re just meals, you’re everything to me." Paul pouted, pressing a flurry of kisses to your neck and shoulder. "If I had known that it bothered you that much, I would have stopped right when you said the word."

"Yeah, baby doll. We won’t do it anymore, promise. They could never compare to you." Marko grinned at you, leaning forward to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. When he pulled back, your smile was already beginning to return to your lips.

David grinned at you, leaning forward to kiss your forehead. "All you had to do was tell us, kitten. You didn’t have to put yourself through all this self-doubt. We’re yours."

You smiled softly at him, leaning into his gloved hand. "I love you guys."

That night, three of your boys fell asleep curled against each other at the foot of the bed. You slipped out of Paul's arms, causing him to toss and turn until he found Marko's body to pull into his own. You crawled up the bed towards the headboard where Dwayne was leaned back against a bunch of your stuffed animals. He gathered you tightly in his arms as you curled up against his side.

"Go to sleep." He whispered into your hair. "I'll wake you up before me and the boys leave to say goodbye." You knew he wouldn't, but it made you smile anyway. You tried to keep your eyes open, trying to make the moment last as long as possible as you knew they would all have to leave in a few hours before the sun rose but you couldn’t deny how comfy it was to sleep against Dwayne. You fell asleep to the sensation of him pressing kisses to the crown of you head in rhythm you couldn’t pick up on.

"My cinnamon." He whispered just as you finally drifted off. "How could you ever doubt the love we have for you?"

Quick AN:// you’re LYING to yourself in you try to say the image of david curled up with marko and paul doesn’t sound like the absolute cutest!! okay i’m done hehe, i have three more requests to work on so i need to get started on those,, bye y’all mwah <33

[bellisperennis0]

Be Your Everything

Word Count: 2,178

Warnings: Language, sexual tension?

A/N: Probably the fluffiest fluffs for our Corazon, Angel. Because our sweet man deserves the world. Thank you for reading. Hope you enjoy! ❤️ 

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Sitting outside enjoying the cool Texas weather with your parents, you were intently listening to some random story your father was telling you when your mom’s phone began to ring. The smile on her face told you who it was without even asking. “Angel?” you ask her and she nods as she answers the phone, putting it on speaker so you can hear. “Hi, Angel!” you mother says.

You were honestly convinced that your mother loved your boyfriend twice as much as she did you. She was hands down the President of the Angel Reyes Fan Club.

“Hi, Mrs. (L/N).” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his flirty voice, and how giddy it made your mom. “Could you please put your daughter on the phone? I need to tell her how much I love her real quick.” Angel says. “Baby. I talked to you an hour ago and you told me every second.” You tell him. “I know, mi dulce. I just miss you! I hate being home alone. It’s scary!” you and your mom giggled. “There is no cucuy, I checked before I left. And besides, now you know how I feel when you are gone on a run.” You can hear him sigh. “When are you coming home?” you rolled your eyes, because you just had this conversation with him. “Two more days, mi Angel. And then I am all yours.” You tell him. “What is wrong with you! Not in front of your parents, cochina!” he teases and you just laugh. “You are insatiable.” You say. “And that is why you love me.” He tells you. “Touche, Reyes.”

“No but I called because I can’t find my favorite hoodie. Have you seen it?” he asks you as you look over at your mom and giggle. “Nope!” you lied. “You’re wearing it aren’t you!?” he knew you had it, he secretly caught you sneaking it into your suitcase while you were packing. “It smells like you so it makes being away from you a little easier.” You confess. “I know mi vida, I’m just teasing. I got to go babe, Bishop is calling a meeting. I love you!” he says. “I love you more!” you say before you both hang up.

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You enjoyed the week with your parents, and couldn’t wait to go back for Christmas with Angel, but you wanted nothing more than to be in Angel’s arms, and to celebrate your Birthday with him. Angel had called you early in the morning to wish you a Happy Birthday, and then dropped a bomb that he had to go up North with the Club and won’t be home till really late. Not only was he not going to be able to pick you up at the airport like you had planned, but now you were to spend your Birthday without him. Once you arrived at the airport you got an uber to take you the short ride home.

Walking in the front door, you take off your shoes, leaving your suitcase and purse at the entry way and making your way in. You were honestly surprised at how neat the house looked, expecting it to be a complete and utter mess. You knew Angel and you knew he wasn’t the neatest person around, your typical man. Making your way to the kitchen to pour you a glass of wine, standing at the counter pouring you a glass, from the corner of your eye an envelope propped on the dining room table catches your attention. 

Grabbing your glass you make your way to the suspicious envelope. You recognize the handwriting immediately, no doubt Angel’s. Angel was always affectionate with you, but you have noticed that recently it had been amped up a little more than usual; it was borderline suffocating at times. Taking a sip of your wine, you finally decide to open the envelope. Reading it, you realize it was a clue for some scavenger hunt he had come up with, most likely as a Birthday gift to you. Reading your first clue, you realize your first stop was to Felipe’s shop. You quickly change into more comfy clothes, grabbing your purse and keys you head towards Felipe’s.

Walking into the Butcher Shop, you smiled as you watched Felipe lite up at the sight of you. “There’s the Birthday girl! Happy Birthday, mija.”?” Felipe says as he takes you into an embrace, giving you a kiss to the head. “Thank you, Felipe.” You smile. “How are your parents?” he asks. “They are doing really good.” You tell him. “I’m glad to hear.” He says as he pulls away from you, reaching into his apron pocket. “I believe this is for you.” He says smiling. “Do you know what he is up to?” you ask him as you take the envelope from him. “No clue.” He tells you, chuckling. “Yeah, Uh-huh!” you says rolling your eyes as you take the note out of the envelope reading your next clue. “The Diner. Our first date.” You tell Felipe. “You better get going then.” He says as he shoos you away. “Thank you Felipe.” You tell him, giving him a hug before heading out to your car to head to your next spot.

As you walk through the front door of the diner, you look around to see if your favorite waitress was there. You spotted her across the room and she nodded towards yours and Angel’s booth. Making your way to the empty booth, and taking a seat, it wasn’t long till she showed up. Handing you a milkshake, one you and Angel always share when you come to the Diner, and then handing you an envelope. “Thank you, Flo.” You tell her, with a smile. “Happy Birthday, sweetheart.” She tells you, giving you a wink, before leaving to tend to the other tables.  

Opening your next clue, reading it you realize your next stop is the overlook - your first kiss. Placing a little cash on the table, you grab your envelope and milkshake and make your way to your next clue.

As you approached the overlook, you spotted an envelope nailed to the tree, right above your initials Angel had carved into it. Ripping the envelope off the nail, you took a second to take in the beautiful sight before reading your next clue. You chuckled at his clue and knew right away were you next place was. The Clubhouse - your first time.

Pulling into the yard you park and make your way into the Clubhouse. As you were walking in, Chucky greeted you. “Hey Chucky.” You greet him with a hug. “Mrs. Angel Reyes.” He greets you back, and you just chuckle. “Believe this is for you from Angel Reyes.” He tells you as he hands you an envelope. “I sure hope it’s from him.” you give him a wink, opening the letter. Reading the clue, your next stop was home – your first place together. “You’re the best Chucky!” you say as you make your way back out to your car. “I-I accept that.” You hear him say as you walk out the door.

Walking into your home, you didn’t understand how your next possible clue could be here. You had literally gone through every room before you left earlier in the day and didn’t see anything. The only explanation you could come up with was Felipe had a hand at helping out while you were running around town. Looking over the kitchen and living room, you didn’t see anything so you made your way down the hall, checking the hall bathroom and spare room, coming up empty. Walking into your bedroom you gasp as you spotted a big box, a pair of heels you had been drooling over for months now, and another one of his wonderful notes, laying on your bed.

Making your way to the bed your fingers ghost over the box and heels, Angel had really outdone himself. Reaching for the note first, you read it. It simply said to be ready at a certain time, a car was to pick you up and take you to a special place. Looking at the clock you had two hours to get ready and make your way there.

You go to open the box to reveal what was in it and were literally brought to tears when you saw the most beautiful red dress. The same dress and shoes you showed Angel not too long ago, while you were aimlessly scrolling your phone late at night. You had showed him and he told you to get them, but you objected saying you never went anywhere fancy enough for something so elegant, but proceeded to drive him crazy with how obsessed you became with the dress and shoes. You couldn’t contain yourself, you had to try on those heels; gasping and squealing at how sexy they looked and made you feel.

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As the driver opened the door and helped you out of the car, you thanked him and made your way to the town square. You noticed the Gazebo in the center of the square was lit up with fancy lights, and candles. Looking around you didn’t see Angel, or anyone else for that matter. Making your way into the Gazebo you see all the candles and flowers placed around the floor, you spotted a bouquet of your favorite flowers, and one of Angel’s infamous notes. Making your way towards the bouquet you grab the note, flipping it open. This one was longer, a special love note from your Angel. As you read it you couldn’t help the tears streaming down your cheeks.

Reading the last two words, you furrow your brows and begin looking around. Turning around, your hands immediately cover your mouth as you begin to sob as you find Angel, down on one knee.

“Come here baby.” He says as he reaches for your hand, his eyes beginning to water over. “I want you to know how much I love you. How fucking lucky I am to have you. You make me want to do better. Be better. And you make me so fucking happy all the time. I’m the luckiest person ever to have you. Thank you for choosing me, accepting me, and loving me. Baby you are a dream come true, and I want to spend the rest of my life worshiping you. I love you, y/n and I can’t wait to walk beside you on this new journey of our lives.” He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a black velvet box, revealing the beautiful diamond ring. “Baby, will you marry me?” his voice slightly cracking as he spoke those four magical words.

“Yes! Yes! A million times yes, Angel” you practically scream out. After the first ‘yes’ he had sprung up onto his feet, taking you into his arms, spinning you around. His lips are quick to find yours in a passionate kiss. “I love you!” you say as you wipe away the tears that had slid down his cheeks. “I love you mi dulce.” He says as he puts you down, finally placing the diamond ring in its rightful place on your finger. “It’s beautiful, Angel.” You say grabbing his face and giving him another kiss. “Only the best for you. Happy Birthday, my love.” He says giving you another kiss. “Thank you Baby!”

“Can I say, you looking fucking amazing in this dress.” He says as his hands palm your ass. “Yeah? My Fiancé did pretty good, didn’t he?” you say as you caress the nape of his neck. “He’s one lucky son of bitch because he gets to rip it off you later.” He says as you roll your eyes and slap him on the chest. “Let me get a good look at you, mama.” Angel says as he grabs your hand and twirls you around, whistling. “Damn, baby! I allowed you to leave the house looking this gorgeous? Shame on me!” he says as he mocks offense.  “And you! Let me look at you in this goddamn all black suit.” You laugh as he twirls for you, clearly feeling himself. “Who the hell you trying to wife up, huh?” you joke as he chuckles. “Only you baby. Only you!” he says as he pulls you back into his chest. “I love you!” you tell him again, giving him a kiss to his lips. “I love you more.” He tells you.

“What do you say you take me home and you can rip this dress off me.” You whisper into his ear. “Them sexy ass heels stay on.” He says into your hair. “Only if I can use this nice silky tie of yours however I please.” you say, biting your lower lip as you gently pull on his tie, he lets out a low growl. “They can all wait at the Clubhouse for a while! I’m taking your freaky ass home.” He says as he throws you over his shoulder and takes you to the car that was waiting.

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[gangrenados]

A-z for vampire jason? Please

•Could you do all the AU!Vampire alphabet with Jason, please?

I wanted to use a more vampire-ish gif BUT I can't say no to a shirtless gif of this dude, sorry

Warning: blood, death and murder mentions

A - Accident - would they turn someone to save their life?

I don't think so, that person has to be really important to Jason for him to consider turning them into a vampire. Like you, one of his siblings (cuz batkids care about each other idgaf), Alfred or his close friends...maybe even Bruce but I'm not so sure about that one...

B - Bite - how do they bite? Sensually, aggressively? Do they make it hurt or try to be gentle?

When Jason bites you he tries to be gentle and not apply so much pressure. He doesn't want to hurt you too much, so he prefers to take things slow.

Of course, if he comes to bite you in privacy then he will do it in a sensual way, doing everything possible to give them hickeys since they like to see them afterwards.

Now, if he is feeding on someone unimportant then he doesn't care that much if it hurts or not. Of course, it all depends on who this person is, because if it is someone who made him angry then he could even tear the skin so that more blood comes out.

C - Control - do they take advantage of their powers?

Of course! He uses every one of his abilities when he has to fight, it would be very foolish if he didn't.

Besides, he uses them for extremely normal things, like not turning on the lights at night to go to eat something, using his cloaking ability to scare you a little and flying around when he feels very overwhelmed and wants to be alone for a while...

D - Dangerous - how scary they can get? How bad things can they do? What’s their ethics?

When Jason is mad it's better to stay away and let him deal with it. Anger is not an unknown emotion to him, but he truly prefers for you to not see him when he's about to rip someone's head.

His eyes turn blood red and his fangs come out, in this scenario his fully strength comes to light and he's not afraid to use it. Jason is an agile and stoic fighter, so you wouldn't know what happened before you're death.

He's capable of killing or injuring someone pretty fucking badly (or even dismembering if he's feeling playful)

E - Exchange - do they opt for blood bags or animal blood, if possible?

He prefers human blood as it is easier to get and tastes a little bit better as well. However, I think that in a life and death situation he wouldn't pay much attention to that detail.

F - First bite - on what occasion would they bite you for the first time?

Jason is really unsure weather biting you is a good thing or not, he doesn't want to put you in pain and he's really sure a small bite will lead to him sucking your blood. He tries really hard to avoid biting you.

The only way Jason will bite you if he's starving really bad. He would just go where you are and bite down on your arm without much care

Jason is too hungry to be polite and after you see part of his face covered in blood and a little grin because now he's not at the verge of dying, Jason will apologize for almost drying you.

G - Growl - are they more on the “civilized” side or do they enjoy hunting their prey down?

Jason absolutely loves haunting his prey, the thrill of the chase gives this man joy. He will do anything to make this situation enjoyable for himself, he doesn't care that much about the pray because, well, they're gonna die either way, right?

The only "prey" Jason is careful with is you. He still scares you in a joking way when he's about to suck your blood, but he doesn't torture you...

H - Hate - how do they feel about their kind? About themselves?

He feels like a monster in every way possible. It sickens him to the core the fact that he has to hurt you to be with you, he hates himself for all the horrible things he has done in the past.

It's an neverending torment, but Jason stills hope he can change.

I - Intimacy - how fast would they let you close to them? Would they want to share with you what they are?

It took you YEARS to get closer in an emotional level with this man and yet it's hard to understand him sometimes.

Jason is a complicated person, he believes that if someone gets close enough to him something bad will happen to them. That's the reason he tends to avoid you.

He told you the vampire part when you found him in a compromising position: Jason's entire face was covered in blood along side his hands.

He was standing next to a corpse, whipping away the blood from his chin as he licked it eagerly. It has been so long since he has eaten something, living with a human was surely a hard task.

"Oh shit..." he turned around at the sound of your voice, his panicked eyes meeting your scared ones. " Is that you J-jay?"

Jason took a few steps away from the corpse,spreading his arms fearfully."I can explain, babe..." he said slowly. This is the end, he fucked up and there's no way you can forgive him this time.

"Fuck!" He shouted when you fainted, speeding up to catch you. Jason's fingers brushed your face lightly, smearing blood on your skin." Damn, I fucked up..."

J - Joke - would they do pranks on other people with the use of their powers?

You can bet you life he would.

His family is used to dealing with Jason's stupid pranks, so are the Outlaws. In fact, everyone who has a decent relationship with him will be a victim of his pranks.

L - Life - do they wish they were human?

Yes, that thought tends to cross his mind every time he sees the simple life the humans have or when you're asleep on top of him.

He knows your life is a lot shorter than his and it scares him to know you one day will die and leave him. Jason wants to spend his life with you for the eternity, maybe he will need to use other methods to make his wish come true.

K - Key - what’s the way of making them open up to you?

Acceptance, love and a lot of patience.

Jason feels like a burden every time you put se effort in trying to connect with him, however, it warms his heart since it's always a surprise when someone is kind and sweet towards him.

M - Murder - would they kill someone while feeding? Have they ever done so?

Jason has murdered people before, so yeah, but he usually tries to avoid drinking blood from criminals because you don't know where this people have been.

That why he prefers to buy some clean blood or just ask one of the people he trusts for some of theirs. But if the thing gets extremely bad, Jason is not opposed to just feed off a random civilian...

If Jason feeds of normal people, then he tries to be gentle and not suck them dry, even when he's starving really bad.

He once accidentally killed a civilian while feeding on his early vampire years. Jason didn't even asked them if it was okay if he drank some of their blood, he was beyond hungry and too altered to be polite...he still feels guilty of it.

N - Nature - do they justify their doings? Do they consider them natural?

Of course he doesn't! Jason thinks he's a freak, as well as the rest of his kind but maybe his way of thinking has to do with the fact that he wasn't born a vampire.

This is his new life so he has to keep up if he still wants to live. But there's no way someone can convince him that drinking blood, having sharp fangs, the ability to fly, among other weird things like being able to camouflage.

O - Odd - do they have any specific hobbies or habits?

Jason wanted the whole vampire aesthetic, so he learned how to sleep upside down as well as levitating. It's weird having a normal human day and then finding your boyfriend taking a nap in the rooftop.

But Jason has been trying to convince you to buy a coffin.

" You said you're tired of the footprints in the rooftop, if we had a coffin you wouldn't have to worry about that!" He says so confident it makes you roll your eyes ." Besides it would look dope."

He also as deployed a love for bloody milkshakes with extra whipped cream (he has been speeding too much time with Dick lately)

P - Pain - are they sadistic? Do they enjoy what they do?

Jason is not sadistic with you, he hates the thought of inflicting your pain on purpose. But if you're on the freaky side then you can convince him to be a little mean with you during the nasty, and even then Jason will always ask how you doing and if you want him to stop.

Taking that apart, he can be sadistic with the people he doesn't like. During fights Jason will mock them as he crushes them without blinking, what if he's confronting someone who harmed you? Well, Jason is gonna make that person feel pain ,he wants their suffering to last.

R - Roles - do they enjoy pretending to be normal people? How do they feel about leaving their life behind to start a new one?

He had to leave his life behind even if he wanted to, coming back from death is not a normal thing to do and it gets even weirder when you find out you're blood sucking creature.

Jason tries his best to pretend to be a normal human when you go out, he doesn't want to draw too much attention. It annoys him and he doesn't want you to be exposed to be uncomfortable.

S - Scars - do they leave marks or try to make the wounds small and invisible?

Jason doesn't understand why, but it makes him so happy to see his bite marks on your skin, for him they're like hickeys in a twisted way.

He also like to leave the normal hickeys when you're doing the dirty.

T - Turned - how were they turned?

(This apply more with this Arkham Knight version cuz yeah)

Jason was turned after a few days after being locked in Arkham. He remembers vaguely what happened since his mind was still off in that time.

Jason just knows he was in one of the many cells with one or two goonies of the Joker and high pitched voice of Harly complaining about the Joker leaving her alone.

Then Jason felt a sharp pain on his neck, blood running down his cleavage and staining part of shirt and the weird thought of "why is this taking so long?" That filled his mind.

Next thing he knew was that he had to feed of blood for the rest of the eternity.

U - Universe - what’s their biggest wish that they can’t achieve as immortals?

A decent mental stability and a good relationship with his family.

Jason has been through many things that he does not wish on anyone, the negative things he thinks about himself are embedded in his brain and it is difficult for him to ignore them sometimes.

As hard as he works to overcome all his insecurities and traumas, he feels that he will never be able to escape these demons. Still, he tries to be better...

Now, we all know that batfam is somewhat complex and no matter how much they support each other, there is always that tension present. Jason looks like he doesn't care, but that's a lie.

He cares about them even if it is hard for him to show it, and he wishes that the relationship they have was more stable and not so chaotic.

V - Vampire - would they turn you?

Yes and without hesitation if you were at the verge of dying or after he had a crisis because he became suddenly aware of the short lifespan humans have.

Jason can't bare the fact of living without you, it sickens him to think about the day of your death...he just can't let you go.

He doesn't care if it's selfish, he will transform you into a vampire so the two of you can be together for the eternity. Jason is aware he might feel extremely awful after, but again, he dosen't give a fuck as long as you're alive.

W - War - would they engage in fighting their own kind for the humanity’s sake?

Well, he goes out every night to fight crime...I guess that's a yes, but it has to be a really serious fight for him to fight against his own kind.

Y - Yandere - would they become dangerous to you (their lover)?

Jason can be pretty obsessive and extremely protective, he just wants you to be safe and that's sweet, but he can get suffocating really fast.

Because of this Jason doesn't hesitate about killing those who harmed you in cold blood, as well as keeping you safe from the horrible things the world has to offer.

Jason would not abuse you by any means, but if he has to scare you to make you understand why you have to be careful, then he will. However, it takes a lot for him to do that.

Z - Zombie - are they on their way to losing sanity?

Jason has made a lot of progress since the pit days, but I don't think it takes much to make this man go insane.

It's not gonna be a cute thing if he loses his mind. Jason would turn into a cold hearted man with prominent sadistic tendencies and little to no care about other people's lives. However, the last point is just for criminals, Jason still has a soft spot for those who can't protect themselves...he doesn't cross that line.

If he reach this point there's a big chance Jason will try to make you leave, since he doesn't want you to get in trouble OR in the other hand, he will basically make you stay with him even if you don't want to cuz he truly believes he's the only one in this world that can protect you.

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[whydoyouwantmyname]

Imagine picking up the phone.....

Your burner was on the dash of the black 1967 Chevy Nova, your legs stretched across your front seat, entrapping the bag of fast food between your legs and the seats. Your to go container of pecan pie firmly in your hand as you went in with the first bite with the fork. In the back of your head you couldn’t help but think of how green with envy he would have been that you had found the last slice of pecan pie somewhere, since he never could. As the fork cut into the tip your phone began to vibrate, causing your eyes to lift and met it. Assuming it was Bobby just calling with another random case you decided to ignore it, and savored the first bite of nutty, sweet deliciousness. However it was interuppeted by the phone ringing again. This time you dropped the fork and leaned over, and answered it without even checking if it was Bobby, I mean, he had been the only one who ever called you anymore, so you just assumed it was him.

“This better be a big one Bobby, cause you just interrupted my one on one time with this slice of Pecan Pie.”

The other end was silent, after several seconds you couldn’t help but roll your eyes, “Bobby, did you drunk dial me again?”

You were met with more silence, and finally said, “You have till the count of three to say something. One.....Two..... Two and A half.... Thr...”

“[Y/N].” His voice was hushed, as though he couldn’t believe you picked up, but you knew that voice anywhere. Your heart stopped, as you took a slow deep inhale, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up as you went silent.

“Sweetheart, please, say something.” He pleaded

“Who is this?” You asked, as tears brimmed your eyes, it couldn’t be him.... he was dead. You watched him die, you watched as she opened the door, she had you and Sam pinned in place, you watched her call in her hound. You watched as your boyfriend’s chest was shredded to ribbons, you watched his crimson blood ooze out of his body and onto the wooden flooring. You held his cold corpse as the crimson liquid absorbed into your skinny jeans, and stained the denim, you sat in a room with Bobby and Sam arguing over how to bury him, you threw the first shovel of dirt onto his pine box.

“It’s me, it’s Dean.” He whispered

“This isn’t funny.” You replied

“Just.... I need you to believe me, I’m at the abandoned gas station in Pontiac, just a few miles from where I was buried.”

“How do I know this isn’t a trap.” You breathed out

“You don’t. You just gotta trust me.”

“Just.... stay put.”

It took you an hour, but eventually you got to the station, all the lights were off, the windows blown out. You sat there for a few seconds, still trying to wrap your head around what you heard on the phone, before getting out, in your hand you held your gun, and a silver knife. As the door slowly creaked open, you slowly wandered into the empty space, and whispered, “Dean?”

That’s when you heard the toilet flush, and the sink turn on, your attention drawn to the shut door that was letting the faintest yellow glow escape from underneath it. Your gun slowly rose and pointed at the glow as you waited for it to open, when it did, you felt all your air leave your lungs.

His emerald eyes met yours, and a smile pulled at the corner of his mouth, “Glad to see you too sweetheart.”

“Prove to me you are really Dean, or I’ll shoot motherfucker.” You got out, tears brimming your eyes as he put his hands up.

“I asked you out on a formal date a week after Sam skipped town to go to Stanford. You had just gotten back from a hunt with your dad, who was coming to help my old man with a vampire case in Chincoteague, Virginia. We were in a dusty old motel room, both of us were pissed that our dads didn’t want us to go on the hunt with them. We were both discussing how idiotic it was, and then you blurted out that you were so angry that you just wanted to get railed, to forget about it. One thing lead to another and pretty soon I had you under the sheets of my bed, begging for more. When we were done, I looked at you, and told you we should have done that sooner, and then asked if you wanted to throw my shirt on and go to the bar down the street for some food. While we were there I told you it was a date, and you giggled, telling me you weren’t going to go on a date with me after that, and that you wanted a formal date. So I asked if the following day you would like to go on a date to the diner down the block, you agreed, on one condition; we had to go back to the motel and bang again. The next day I brought you [Your fav flower], and I dressed in my nicest jeans and tshirt, you were wearing a green sundress with little yellow flowers on it, and a pair of sandals. That was your outfit for when you were working causal cases and trying to befriend the locals for more information. You ordered a salad, I ordered fries, a classic cheese burger with no onions, and a milkshake. The reason I got no onions was because I knew you were going to want some of my burger, and you hate onions. You took one bite of the nasty salad, and asked for a bite of my burger and ate half my fries. Then we got a slice of blueberry pie and shared it, before walking back to the motel. That night you looked at me and asked if now we were officially dating, and I said, If you wanna be. However when people ask us how we started dating, we always just say that it happened, we weren’t sure when, or how, but it just did, because you don’t want people to know that we had sex before we started.”

“Dean.” You looked at him with tears in your eyes, knowing it was your Dean in front of you, no one else knew any of that information, not even Sam.

“If you want, I can use the silver knife to prove it.” His hand extended towards you, as you took the knife and slid it across the floor, gun still pointed at his chest. He slowly picked it up and rolled up his sleeve, before tracing the blade smoothly against his forearm. As the blood slowly trickled down he raised his hands, “See.”

With that you lowered the gun and slowly approached him, his eyes cautiously on you as you stopped two feet away, and quickly raised your hand. The cold water hitting his face as he flinched away, and then glared at you, “Sorry, just covering my bases.” You replied, before rushing into his chest. The droplets of holy water hitting your head as he wrapped his arms tightly around you, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“I missed you so much.” You whispered, pulling him tighter, as he rubbed his hand up your back

“So, how is everyone doing?” He asked as you pulled back and looked at him, “Sweetheart, I have so much to catch you up on.”

[angst-fairygodmother]

Taken Care Of (Derek x Reader)

A/N: I love a sick fic. It’s good, low-stakes hurt/comfort style fluff. The title was originally “Is it really love if he’s never seen you shoot snot rockets?” but since there was no actual said rockets, it seemed misleading. 

Apparently, also my writing is prophetic because I’m finishing this under feverish duress of some sort of cold (its 81 degrees, I’m wearing a hoodie, and I'm freezing. This is bullshit.)

Word Count: 2437

Rating: G - descriptions of illness (mostly pain, dizziness), crying and self-deprecation

For what will soon become obvious reasons, this is set pre-movie.

“Derek? What are you doing here?” you asked, crossing the school lobby quickly to greet him, your friends trailing behind a little slowly.

“Hey Baby Girl,” he said with a grin. “You've been so busy, I feel like I don't ever see you. I missed you,” he gave you that pout he was frustratingly good at, the one that made you melt like butter no matter what else was going on, as he laced his fingers between yours.

“So you decided to visit me at school?” As glad as you were to see him, part of you wished he hadn’t just shown up. This hadn’t been how you planned for him to be added to this part of your life, and it wasn’t exactly good timing. 

“I thought we could get lunch? I didn't know you'd be hangin out with your friends. Don't let me interrupt.”

His words nudged you, and you hastily made introductions. 

“Oh, so you're the mysterious Derek. I always knew Y/N had good taste,” Alli hummed, looking over him with a flirtatious hunger.

You felt your stomach clench at the look she gave him. It wasn’t quite jealousy, trusting him far too much for concern to ever cross your mind, but something like fear settled over you. Or maybe it was just the nausea you’d felt all week, you tried to tell yourself. Derek seemed to sense the tension you held in every part of your body, and gave your hand an affirming squeeze.

“I don't know about mysterious,” he chuckled, “Y/N reads me like an open book.”

Jen laughed. “Perfect answer,” she slung an arm over your shoulder with a grin. “I like him. Definitely approve.”

“Ladies,” Alexi said, interrupting on their way past. “As curious as we all are to meet and drool over the boy Y/N’s been keeping to herself, let her have him to herself.” 

They hooked their arms through the other two’s elbows who planted their feet and refused to be dragged away. You couldn’t help but laugh at your friends' antics, as tired and slightly embarrassed as you were. Derek was grinning at them, still holding your hand and keeping you tucked against him. 

“Wait wait,” Jen protested. “Y/N. You’re taking him to Aida’s right? You have to.” 

“I don’t know…” the smirk on Alli’s face continued to roil your stomach. “I’d just take him home.” 

“What’s Aida’s?” Derek asked, hiding his face in your hair, surprising you that he was actually embarrassed by your friends’ comments.

“Only the best food ever,” Alexi answered with a smile. “Y/N can tell you all about it on the way. Just do that cute thing and share a milkshake with two straws, or I’ll hunt you. Byyyye.” 

Giving up on pulling the others, they decided to push you two out the doors instead. Rather than dealing with more of their nonsense, you let yourselves leave, and stopped just out of range. 

“Aida’s is a place around the corner. Cheap. Definitely knows how to cater to the student crowd. Good food, pretty amazing milkshakes. And coffee has unlimited free refills in a two hour window.”

“Sounds great. I wanted to take you to lunch. Do you want to?”

“It’s no big deal,” you shrugged. “I go there all the time. We should do something special, since you came all this way.” 

“Y/N. You know I don’t care about that. I’m happy anywhere you decide. Besides,” he leaned closer to purr in your ear, words like honey sending a shiver down your spine, “I want to know all your places.”

“You’re terrible. Maybe another time. It’s a longer walk but...I’m feeling ramen?”

“Lead the way.”

You felt your steps dragging as you and Derek walked, trying your best to hide it from your boyfriend. Your lungs burned despite the walk normally being well within manageable, and several times you stumbled, doing your best to stay upright in the wake of a wave of exhaustion.

“I know you wanted to get lunch,” you said suddenly, pausing, “but can't we just get to-go and go back to my place? I’m pretty tired, and I really don't…I was just hoping for a nap before work tonight.”

He caught your hesitation and frowned. “Baby, what's wrong?”

“Nothing. I just...haven't been feeling myself for a couple of days. It's been a hard semester, that's all. The walk’s making it hit me a little.”

Derek stopped, turning to face you, eyes tracing over your face. No doubt he was taking in the deep, almost bruise-colored bags under your eyes that were only sort of hidden by your makeup. Or maybe it was the glossy sheen behind them. Once he had spotted one, the other signs started to jump at him: your fever-flushed cheeks and discolored skin, your dry, cracked lips, the slump of your shoulders, even your unusually loose and ill-fitted clothing. 

You watched his jaw working as he struggled to contain whatever thought was on the tip of his tongue.

“Go ahead and say it,” you said with a sigh, throat burning with the exaggerated airflow.

“Say what?”

“Whatever you’re holding back.”

“Baby girl, you look awful,” his tone was flat and his face apologetic. 

You tried to laugh, but it came out in more of a wet cough that made you wince, partially from the feeling, but mostly from the look he now wore.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”

“I’m not. It’s just a little cold,” you protested, the argument weakened by another coughing fit, this one hitting harder and leaving you wheezing. The fit, or the way you swayed, dizzy and unsteady as the blood rushed back out of your head when it was over, seemed to be the last straw.

“That’s it,” he said, tone serious and sharp. “We’re going to my mom’s and she and I are gonna take care of you.”

“But--”

“Nope. You lost your protest privileges.” He was already steering you back in the opposite direction of where you were headed. “You can call Nino and tell him you won’t be in while I drive.”

“I don’t want to rob you of lunch,” you tried to fight anyway, voice weak and throat raw.

“I’ll eat somethin at home. I can’t believe you’re still tryin to...” he shook his head, muttering fondly about stubborn Irish pains in the ass. 

~

After begrudgingly making the call to Nino, who sounded shocked but completely forgiving, you decided on one last ditch effort to escape admitting to and dealing with being sick. 

‘Help I’m being held hostage!’ you texted Sean. 

His response came only a moment later. ‘What??????!’ 

‘Your stupid bestfriend is making me admit I’m sick and keeping me from going to work.’

‘He’ A second text came through a moment later. ‘Good.’

‘WHAT? You’re my cousin, you’re supposed to be on my side. Rescue me. Before he sics his mother on me.’

There was a long pause, more than you thought Sean should need to respond. When the message finally came through, you couldn’t help glaring at the screen.

‘I’d rather fight an actual bear than Ma Sandoval.’

‘Ah. So you’re in on it. I see how it is. Your betrayal will not be forgotten.’

‘Feel better soon.’ He added a smile to the end, and you could practically see it as his signature smirk.

‘I hate you.’ 

You sighed, shoving your phone back in your pocket and slumped down in the seat. You closed your eyes, hoping that it would combat the movement of the car and the effect it was having on your headache. You were frustrated at Derek for making you admit something was wrong (even though you knew really that he was right to) and at the fact that it seemed like the minute you admitted it, the symptoms seemed to get immediately worse. 

The next thing you knew, you were stirred from a light doze by a change in movement. Instead of the steady, rocking vibration of the car and the smooth, cool feeling of the glass under your cheek, you were pressed close against something warm and solid, bobbing in a more natural, if uneven, rhythm. Your mind was sluggish but after a moment, and a soft, familiar chuckle as you buried your face into him to escape the sun in your eyes, you realized that it was because Derek was carrying you, bridal-style across the lawn and into his house. 

You suppressed an involuntary whine and the urge to cling to him as he settled you down in his bed. Heavy blankets that smelled like him were pulled up around your shoulders, the sudden warmth making you realize how cold you’d been.

“Not sick my ass,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your hairline. “Get some sleep baby girl.” 

The door clicked quietly behind him and you let the comfortable darkness pull you back under.

~

Some unknown time later, there was a knock that pulled you out of strange, feverish dreams and you croaked something that you hoped sounded like come in, squinting against the light that poured through behind the person.

“Y/N, you should wake up for a little while,” Derek’s mother said, flicking on a bedside lamp. “I made you soup.” 

You pushed yourself up into a seated position and smiled gratefully at her. “Thank you Mrs. Sandoval.”

“How many times do I have to tell you, you are dating my son, you at least call me Ma. Just like everyone else.”

“Sorry,” you looked down bashfully, the word tasting foreign in your mouth. “Ma.” 

“Why are you not taking care of yourself?” she tutted as she set the bowl down and sat on the edge of the bed. “You are so busy trying to be able to be a fancy lawyer and change the world but you can’t do that if you drop dead. And of a little cold?” 

“I--”

“And you made Derek worry.” She placed a wrist against your forehead to check your temperature. “He’s going to fret over you forever, now. It’s how he shows his love. I hurt my back a few years ago, and still he is ‘Mami you shouldn’t reach so high, Mami let me get that for you, Mami don’t carry so many heavy groceries.’ Imagine when you have children. They won’t be able to scrape a knee. If your doctor doesn’t put you on bed rest, he will.”

Her words made you choke on the food you had just sipped into your mouth, sending you into a coughing fit that left you short of breath.

“See, you wouldn’t be doing that if you said you were sick to begin with.”

“I just...thought if I took some cold medicine, it would go away on its own. I’ve been so busy. And I didn’t...want anyone to worry, or think anyone would care?” you admitted sheepishly, looking down at the soup in your lap and the blanket over your legs and trying not to think too hard about what you were telling her.

“Mija, look at me,” she said firmly but kindly. When you didn’t follow her instruction, she used a hand to tilt your head up. “You have family now. You don’t have to do everything alone. Now eat  your soup.”

The sentiment, and the matter-of-fact way she delivered it, broke down a dam inside you, and suddenly you were crying, and she was hugging you, rubbing small circles on your back with one hand while the other cradled your head against her. You wanted to attribute your overwhelmed feelings to being sick, but in your heart you knew: it was a kind of acceptance and love that you had never expected, especially from someone who didn’t even have to like you. 

After sitting like that for several long minutes, letting you sob and offering you comfort, she shifted back to nurse-mode. 

“You need more fluids, not letting them all out through your eyes. Eat your soup, and I’ll go make you tea,” she said, nudging you back to rest against the headboard and standing. 

You laughed wetly and tried again to thank her, only to have it waved away.

~

“How is she?” Derek asked, almost as soon as he walked through the door a few hours later.

His mother laughed, shaking her head wryly. “She will survive. Just needs to rest for a few days. It’s a cold.”

“That’s like asking the tide to take a few days off,” he chuckled, until his mother fixed him with a glare. 

“Maybe if you told her the truth about how you felt, and she didn’t feel like she was on her own trying to be everything, she would.”

“Ma that’s not--”

“Derek Michael Sandoval, do not argue with me,” she crossed her arms over her chest. “You have been telling me for weeks now how much you love this girl, and it is obvious to a blind saint. Yet she is sick and doesn’t tell anyone because she thinks it would be a burden no one would want. Now what would give her that idea?”

Derek felt his stomach twist guiltily. It was true that he hadn’t told you he loved you, even though he was completely certain he did. But he thought it was for your benefit, to not scare you off by pushing too hard. He had never considered that it might be making things worse. He opened his mouth, looking for an answer to give his mother and found that he couldn’t get any words out. Instead, he just looked at her helplessly. 

She rolled her eyes. “You are both so stupid.”

~

You were fast asleep when he slipped through the door, and as he got ready for bed as quietly as possible, he kept finding himself stopping to look down at you. You were burrowed deep in the blankets, wrapped in one of his hoodies in addition as the fever made you shiver. You looked so small and fragile and vulnerable there in his bed, and his chest ached with a need to protect you, a desire for taking care of you and loving to be his entire purpose in life for the rest of his life and it nearly knocked him on his ass. 

As he slid under the covers beside you, you seemed to cuddle closer instinctively, and he wrapped his arms around you.

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your hair. “And I know you can’t hear me right now, but baby girl, I promise, I’m gonna make sure you know, soon.”

[geekys-corner]

Mind listing the OCs/personas and a couple facts about them? (Might help with questions lol)

Sure! I’ve written 16 below lmao *sticks in a read more*

Anthony - Originally my version of Anti, he’s now a sweet bean who really likes plants. In his backstory and the start of his story, he was found in a tiny pocket dimension inside his old apartment while he and the place around him fell into disrepair with the only thing truly alive being his plants. After losing his entire family, he was very fragile and hurt himself quite a bit, but my other characters rescued him and nursed him back to health and stability!

Onyx - My angsty punk dude who I adore. He is on the autistic spectrum and is mostly non-verbal, once going 4 months without speaking before breaking the silence to tell his best friend that Viggo Mortenson broke his toe in that one scene in Lord of the Rings. They have a twin sister who is 13 minutes older and a firm witch while he is a firm nonbeliever. Sometimes he goes to the junkyard with a baseball bat to let out their anger.

Leon - His backstory is very dark so I won’t get into it, but he’s a very shy bean with one arm and a love for sewing. He has the fluffiest light pink hair, and is just the embodiment of pastel.

Kyle - The older brother of the duo! He’s friends with Onyx and also has a punk look with spiked blue hair, but he’s an absolute sweetheart! He’s eight years older than his brother, and ran away with him when he was a newborn to escape their abusive mother. He raised Joey on his own in the streets, escaping care systems that would split them apart and shove them in to foster homes, and grew up to be completely independent, albeit unaware of what it is like to have a loving family besides his brother. He may be quick to resort to fight or flight to protect his brother and grumpy to strangers, but he’s built them a good life!

Joseph - The little brother! Joey is a smart little kid, (ranging from 10 - 14 depending) with very bright ginger hair and freckles. He’s on the far side of the autistic spectrum and is completely nonverbal, but he’s very expressive, spunky, and loving whenever he’s able to. He adores peanut butter and milkshakes, and would very happily have them six times a day. While he can’t speak, he will send Kyle countless facts from astronomy or marine life through text at any time of day or night. He’s always seen in his blue skateboarding frog hoodie, a beetle backpack filled with his supplies, and his headphones and tablet. He loves to draw and he’s great at it, and always draws sharks, especially whale sharks.

Caelan - Another punk, but this time in bird form. He is a griffin, and in some AUs a dude with prosthetic feet. He has messy blond hair covering his eyes and is based around an Egyptian falcon. He’s very quick witted and very annoying to people who don’t know him, but would go to hell and back for his family. 

Marioma - The model of a modern major general- this dude is the only one like him, meaning he has no AU counterparts! He’s different from my other characters since he’s technically self-aware, and acts in my stories if and when I want him to! He’s a grumpy, determined dude who’s trying to quit smoking per request of his boyfriend, Arthur. Before him, he was a sly, hardened, and cunning man who needed someone to rely on who wouldn’t die on him.

Arthur - Foster fails: 5. He owns a bookstore in the universe he inhabits and, just like Mari, he’s one of a kind! He lives the ideal rainy city aesthetic, with an apartment above his store with open windows, plants, cosy blankets and homemade food, handmade clothing, and animals. He’s got curly hair and his scarf is his comfort item, and he takes in animals if and when he can. He and Mari just live a comfortable life :’)

Clyde - A duo with Anthony, he was originally a version of Henrik, but is now completely different. This boy is a classic OC and therefore my teenage angst punching bag. He’s a doctor in his husband Lucas’ mafia, and is very strong-willed and the biggest sweetheart. He has water powers that I always forget about, and could very easily drown someone if he wanted to. Besides that, he does cry a lot over small things, and Lucas has walked in on him crying over their cat in a business-tie.

Levi - If he and Clyde fused, they’d make Henrik. He’s my 55 year old doctor who just the embodiment of grumpy cat and expresso. He’s very lanky and has joint problems after trauma in his late 20s, and sometimes you can hear his bones cracking as he walks. He has, can, and will slap the sense into Clyde when he needs to and hated him to begin with, but warmed up to him. But, he’s completely different to his husband Sage, and in the end, is a very caring guy who won’t take any shit. He’s also therapist, and gives sessions to most of my OCs- (he’s also the doctor at the end of Don’t Leave! Dr Allison!)

Tyrell (Cloak) - So I split the same OC into two halves, essentially from two AUs but in one? They’re not twins, they’re the same guy with separate families but they’re the same. They’re both POC with the same face, hair texture etc. Cloak-Ty is very grumpy, and is called Cloak because of the cloak he wears in his fantasy-based AUs! He wears an eye patch and lost his eye depending on the AU, and went through a lot. You can tell he’s angsty because half of his hair is buzzed off. He tried to push away his now-husband Demitri, but luckily he’s an absolute himbo who doesn’t know when to quit, and eventually melted through the icy layer to a loving, sarcastic, hard-working man.

Tyrell (Ponytail) - Same as above description wise! He’s taller and buff with a ponytail. He went through the same backstory, but was found by Daniel who took him to Lucas’ mafia where they recovered together and eventually fell in love. Half of his face is badly burned and the eye has pin-hole vision, but it doesn’t stop him from being the best sniper on the team. When at home, he loves tea, hanging with his family, and painting. He’s amazing at watercolour and earns money on the side from selling his work! Sometimes he and Dan team up and draw together!

Bloodbranded:

Wayde - He lives in the Winter Forest Region and hunts for his family with his exceptional archery skills. He’s witty and pretty spontaneous, making him good under pressure, but incredibly reckless. He has a bad claw scar across his right eye which cuts into his hair, but he can see just fine! He has beautiful green eyes with central heterochromia, so they turn brown in the centre. While he may be annoying and hot-headed, he cares a whole bunch and grows as a person to fall in love with Milo. He’s a hopeless romantic and protective as all hell, even when Milo can handle himself just fine.

Felicity - She wasn’t born in the WFR like Wayde, she was adopted by her two mothers and is Wayde’s cousin! She’s a POC with beautiful dark skin, and her parents style her hair in unique braids that are decorated by gold rings. She’s a magic user and a very skilled one at that, even when she’d just started out, and wishes to revive the old form of magic that had been taken over by the modern, corrupted magic form that’s based entirely on nepotism. She uses a staff and a book, and is clumsy to start out, but soon becomes a mage to be admired, or feared if you’re an enemy!

Milo - Unlike Felicity and Wayde, he was born in the desert region, and ends up in the WFR by mistake (which is a vast change in temperature for him). Because of the contrast in temperature, he’s always wrapped up in winter clothes, even in places where the others are sleeveless, just because he’s spent his whole life in the heat! When he’s at home, he lives with his Mother and goes out to collect lightning glass after the nightly storms to sell and turn into jewellery or windows etc. Milo was born deaf and uses sign language to communicate. He’s smart, energetic, and excited to see new things, but can handle himself with ease, and knows how to take care of himself through quick thinking and fighting skills from living in the desert. When he and Wayde start dating, he likes coming up behind him and cuddling him or giving him quick kisses!

Prism - Much like their name, they are very colourful. They are a dragon hybrid and live in a kingdom of others like them, but unlike any other dragon, their scales are - like their name - prisms. They gradient between rainbows across their body, but each scale has a rainbow shimmer when they move. Their wings are like stained glass, and their hair (as of now, it might change) is like labradorite! Prism is mute and doesn’t express much, usually communicating through eye rolls. They live as the King’s new heir after he took them in as he believes Prism is the symbol of their kingdom and species’ beauty. Because of this, they are completely untouched by any blade and don’t have a single blemish or scar as to preserve them. Many guards have died to prevent them from obtaining even the slightest scratch. Beyond their anxiety, they join the crew and act as the voice/sign of reason! Even if they are assigned to their kingdom, they soon learn that their friends truly care about them more than their appearance.

That’s most of my OCs, this is already super long so I don’t want to drag it on! If anyone is interested in any OC, feel free to drop an ask, I’d love to write one shots or answer questions! <3 ^^