#and I'm going to continue being balls to the wall busy for the next year and a half

[ettawritesnstudies]

IE your 'what would i pay for poll'. I would pay around $3 monthly feasiblhy but honestly I would be more invested in doing that if you were a bigger presenc3e on here again, over if you had anhy fun treats for subscribers. mostly i just miss seeing you alkl over my dash! i like to support the people who are big involved in the comunity or who post a bunch of fun snippets or moodboards or character rambles. and i dont see that from you very often!

Hey Anon!! That is SO FAIR and honestly I wish I were a bigger presence here too, and one of my concerns about offering memberships is that creating all the ~*exclusive*~ content will take away my time from shitposting and playing tag games and just generally hanging out. The more I'm splitting my energy between several platforms the more my "presence" on each platform will suffer if that makes sense and I miss the days when I only had tumblr and I could just ramble about whatever.

That being said there are a couple reasons why I've changed my approach so I hope you understand where I'm coming from

I'm on Draft 5 of the same book I've been working on for like 3ish years now and if I shared the same snippets for every "find the word" tag I think people would be sick to death of it by now

I'm on Draft 5 of the book I'm planning to publish and if I share too many excerpts of the in-between drafts, those things are both A) subject to change, B) probably spoilers and I want to be very very picky about the excerpts I choose to share from now on

Tumblr (and instagram, and tiktok, and other social media sites) regularly get nuked by the companies that own them so I don't want to put all my eggs in one basket which is why I've doubled down on my website.

I'll share more moodboards and fun snippets and stuff soon! But they'll be in the promotional/marketing vein probably because if I'm going to spend time making that stuff it's going to be multitasking

You raise a really good point. I'd love to be more involved here, and I'll try to set more reminders for things like WBW and STS. That being said, I've been trying to support the writing community through other ways like ARC reviews and interviews!!! I put so so so much work into these every month and they do fine in general, but for some reason they don't get any traction on tumblr. Not for my lack of trying, but I don't know? Nobody wants to reblog a link to a youtube video I guess? It's discouraging because just because it looks different than the old traditional games and things doesn't mean it's not still contributing something to the community - a way to find new authors and promote your newly published books - that's largely going unnoticed and unappreciated.

If you want me to reblog snippets and moodboards for the love of god please send me stuff my queue is empty! I love seeing what people have going on but I'm also following well over 1000 people so sometimes stuff gets lost.

[xotaemintol]

(18+ college AU) PARK JISUNG X FEM BLACK READER: Unravel Me (Part. 2)

♡“There's something in the sun, or the air….” ♡

(Romantic, dramatic, semi slow burn. Includes fluff and smut.) PRONOUNS USED: SHE/HER RATING: 18+ (no smut yet.) FLUFF TWS: None Part: 2/5 ♡Part.1 Word count: 2059

JISUNG’S POV

"Dude, I swear! She was smiling and everything!" I told Chenle when I got back to our dorm and started explaining what happened, and of course, he didn't believe a word I said. He kept swearing that I was exaggerating, but how could I make this up? "So then what?" He asked, "Did you get her number?" When he asked this, I paused...technically, I don't have her number; she has mine, and she still hasn't texted me. So no. "Well...no, but-" He stopped me and laughed as Mark shook his head with a sigh. "HA! I knew it!" He said, "You have no balls! Dude, you need to be more confident in yourself," He added. I couldn't help but roll my eyes as he began his usual speech about how I'm too 'shy'; he's been giving the same long-winded speech for three years. Ever since I showed interest in Y/N, he's been telling me the same thing repeatedly: "You're gonna miss out if you don't." As he said this, I huffed and sat down at my desk. They've been saying this for so long now, and as far as I can see, things are going well.

I leaned my head against my arm and muttered, "Well, she has my number...so I'll have hers when she texts me." Feeling slightly annoyed and bitter about their opinions, I can handle this perfectly fine—waiting isn't wrong; I want to do it perfectly; if I confess to her, I want it to feel natural. As they continued to talk, silently, I flipped through the pages of my notebook, wishing I had asked for her number. I would've texted her by now; it's been at least three hours since then...maybe she forgot? Or she's busy? I exhale deeply. Who am I kidding? I would probably wait a whole day to text her if I had her number; even with the project being our reason for talking, I'd still take so long to say something. So maybe she's the same way? "Is she?" I mentally ask myself. I can easily recall all the people who talk to her daily. Whenever I see her, someone is talking to her and asking her about her day.

Y/N may not be completely extroverted or introverted, but she's way more friendly than me. So it seems strange that she'd be nervous to text me. She didn't exactly seem anxious to be sitting next to me or to approach me as I was leaving, so maybe it's just that she's busy. "Jisung." I mean, it's not unrealistic. "Jisung." We're both college students; there's no way she doesn't have homework or something. "Jisung!" I mean, she seemed pretty happy talking to me, so- "Jisung!" I cringed as I heard Chenle yell my name; I turned to him with wide eyes, and they both stared at me with concerned expressions. "We're going to get something to eat. Do you want to come?" I only shake my head; I can't eat right now, not while my stomach is in knots. "Are you sure? Do you want us to bring you anything to eat then?" Asked Mark. I shook my head again, and they both gave me one more worried look before saying okay and leaving.

As they grab their jackets and a set of keys I turn back to the wall and look up at the ceiling. Maybe I should've been a little bolder. "Jisung," As Mark called my name, I turned my head to him; "Don't stress too much, dude," He said, "Don't overthink it too much; all you have to do is be yourself." Hearing Mark say this made me sigh, but I could only nod—he was right. Maybe I am overthinking this too much. As the door closes, I reach into my pocket to check my phone; I haven't gotten one notification in the past four hours. As I click the power button and the screen remains black, my eyes go wide. "What?!" I groan and rush over to my bed, realizing only now, that I was so excited to tell them about what happened that I had forgotten to charge my phone. "...No way..."

THIRD PERSON

As you rewrite your entire essay, you nervously bite your lip. You texted Jisung three hours ago, and he still hasn't responded. You thought that maybe you were too excited; saying to yourself: "Maybe I should've waited a little longer.” Or maybe your text was too awkward, you didn’t know. You groaned as you thought about it again, looking over to your phone as you slammed your hands down on your desk and stared at your screen. "Was it that bad?" You asked yourself aloud, "I mean..." You paused and began to reach for your phone. "Maybe I should tell him I was just joking?" You stopped as an anxious feeling filled your body; your stomach felt like it was doing cartwheels, and your heart was racing. "God, I can't work like this." You pushed yourself away from your desk and stood up, saying, "I'm acting like I asked him to be my boyfriend or something; it's just a simple text; the worst he can do is make it blatantly obvious that he hates me."

You huffed and went to your mini fridge to grab a bottle of water, "I mean...he obviously doesn't, though; he was so red in the face it would stop traffic." You shook your head, hoping some water would calm you down; you cracked the top open, and took a refreshing sip. But just as you were starting to feel relaxed and enjoy the cold drink, your phone dinged, making you choke as your eyes went wide. As you hurriedly put the top back onto your water, you simultaneously rushed back to your desk to check your phone. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" You chanted. Standing before your desk, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, hoping to prepare yourself for the best and the worst mentally. As you slowly opened your eyes, you reached for your phone. Unlocking it you slowly open your notifications with your heart pounding against your chest like a drunk, your stomach feels unbelievably warm from the anxiety you felt.

'Sungie.'

You squealed as you read his name and jumped around before dramatically falling to your knees and screaming. Gripping your phone tightly, you closed your eyes again and tried to calm yourself a little before standing up again. This time—feeling slightly more nervous than before, you sat down and opened your eyes actually to read his message.

Sungie: haha, sorry, I forgot to charge my phone

Although your heart felt calmer, you still felt so on edge, and he hadn't even acknowledged your message...was it that bad? You inhaled deeply and decided you'd have to put these nervous feelings aside if you wanted this to go anywhere after this project.

You: it's okay, lol

You: I thought you were just busy

The moment you hit send, it delivered, and without a second of it being sent, it said in tiny letters: 'read' and he was typing.

Sungie: oh, I wasn't busy

Sungie: I actually went right back to my dorm

Sungie: I actually thought you forgot to text me and got a little worried

And just like he did, you responded right away.

You: of course not lol

You: I actually went back to my dorm too

This time, your message was left delivered for a second longer, and every second, you felt more and more anxious. Were you being too dull? Your mind rambled in those few seconds until you finally got another text.

‘Replying to : do you mind if I call you instead? I'm a lot better on the phone hahaha’↩︎

Sungie: I don't mind...

Sungie: I think I'm better on the phone than I am texting too so I'd like that more hahahaahahahahaha

Sungie: is now okay for you?

Your eyes went wide...he responded to it? Of course, he did, but it still shocked you. His liking of the idea especially dumbfounded you, originally you thought that asking to call him instead of texting was a little too pushy for him or that he'd feel uncomfortable. But this blew your mind.

You: Now is fine

Just as you were typing another message, your phone began to ring, and your heart pounded against your chest so hard that it rang through your ears, and your stomach was filled with butterflies. Your shaky hands held your phone as you smiled and took a second to collect yourself before answering the FaceTime call. Your heart skipped a beat as you looked at him. Jisung’s phone was already set up, and he was sitting right in front of it—his cheeks as rosy as could be with a shy smile that made your knees feel weak even as you sat down. He cleared his throat, nervously pushing his hair back as he said softly in a shy tone, "Uhm, hi." You couldn't hold back the smile on your face as he asked cutely, "Did I call too fast?" You laughed a little and shook your head as you sat your phone down in front of you. "No..." The awkward silence between the two of you didn't feel too bad. For a second, you both just sat staring at each other and fiddling with your thumbs until Jisung finally spoke.

"Sorry, I don't mean to stare...I'm a little nervous," He said. You wanted to scream at how cute he was, and his shy tone matched his gentle, and deep voice so perfectly. How could you not swoon? "It's okay," You said with a laugh. "I'm nervous, too," He smiled even more and laughed as he looked away and cleared his throat again. "But this is good, and it'll help us with our project if we're both nervous...so let's try to talk a lot."

Seconds turned to minutes, and minutes to hours. Before you both knew it, three hours had passed, and you had jumped from every subject possible—from your favorite teachers, to your favorite foods and movies. It only took a few minutes for him to open up to you. To your surprise, so much was hiding underneath his seemingly cold and calm exterior. He talked about his interests so passionately and listened to yours so attentively, responding and asking questions when you mentioned something you liked, even though it seemed like he already knew about some of them. The conversation was going so smoothly that you had forgotten what you should be doing. Neither of you could care about that right now though—the relaxed and comfortable atmosphere was just too good for you to return to work.

“Lemon milk tea?” You laughed as you questioned his odd choice, “That’s the drink you’d pick if you could only drink one thing for a whole month?” Jisung nodded as he laughed. “It’s so good, I could drink that for two months straight if I had to.” You shook your head with a smile and rolled over on your back, holding your phone above your face. This time Jisung returned your question to you, “Well, what would yours be?” He asked.

You hummed playfully and jokingly said, “Water.” As he laughed at your joke, you could hear a door open and a voice in the background asking, “Are you talking to yourself?” Immediately, Jisung stopped laughing and looked in the direction the voice came from. “Uhm, hold on.” You nodded as he muted the call and stood up. Laying on your back, you smiled as you happily waited for him to return; you hadn’t been in such a good mood in so long, especially because of a guy.

You couldn’t believe that Jisung was showing so much interest in you. The only time you saw him seem even remotely interested in anything was when he was in class if he had to speak. Just thinking about it made you like him even more. As he rushed back to his phone, he quickly picked it up and unmuted it, then asked; “Could I call you back later? My roommates are back.” You nodded and smiled, saying happily, “Sure, I don’t mind.” He looked at you one last time with a smile and said, “Okay...” Sounding just as happy as you. As happily as he did, you muttered a soft “Okay.” before he finally hung up, you pressed your phone against your chest and closed your eyes tightly as you silently squealed and kicked your feet.

[potatoqueenpal]

In hate fueled motivation, your favorite potato has made a Colm Greer gets Karma because he's a fuckass deadbeat dad and a shitty husband motherfucking skid mark leaving ass bitch fanfic.

I'm planning to make this a series AND it will be uploaded to Ao3 (when I remember)

This is my first time writing a fic please be nice to me!

That's all... enjoy!

Wilted Roses

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As long as he has lived, Colm had never faced consequences. It wasn't surprising, a quip from his silver tongue and a wink of his eye, and you were hooked. How else had Marie been able to stick with him through the fights and the gambling? How else had Lil Milo believe his false promises? Yes, life for Colm Greer was good. But Fate is funny in that way, isn't it? Just when you have everything built perfectly, it falls apart, and the people you hurt might just fall with it.

(This is the cracking point in Marie and Colm's relationship and when Milo is still little. I'll try my best to explain what timepoint these chapters take place in. Lol. Have a good read!)

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"Toots! I'm back!" The man called. As much as Colm tried, his silver tongue couldn't hide the irritation from another failed gamble, much less the reek of whiskey from his lips as he stumbled, trying to take off his shoes, muttering a curse as he nearly tripped over one.

It was late as the grandfather clock on the wall hit 10. The soft chimes seemed loud as if even the clock was irritated by his late arrival. "Listen, I know what you said about gambling with your money, but I had a good feeling this time and, well, I haven't been paid yet, so.." Colm drawled off his eyes widening as the whiskey clouding his vision let up just enough to see the living room. Balloons and ribbons laid across the floor, and wrapping paper was balled up into trash bags. A single slice of cake sat on the table next to the wall that held a banner, 'Happy 8th birthday, Milo!'

Shit.

"Kiddo?" Colm called panicked before being interrupted by Marie stepping out of the kitchen and leaning on the counter. Arms crossed as her hazel eyes glared daggers, her auburn hair tied neatly, well, was tied neatly as strands of hair stuck out, flour and egg stuck to her apron and the sound of the dishwasher was faint.

"Where. Were. You."

"Toots I-"

Marie held up a hand, interrupting him. "Before you bullshit me, 500 dollars are missing from my saving jar, and I smell the alcohol on your breath."

Marie paused for a few seconds, almost daring the man to think of a lie before making a 'continue' gesture.

"Toots, I'm sorry. I needed some extra cash and-"

"So you stole from me?"

"I'll pay you back!"

"With who's money?!"

"Toots-"

"No! Just, no."

Marie took a deep breath.

"I can take the gambling, and the alcohol, and the lies but what I will not do to MY son is let you lie to him about being there over your job or gambling. Over, and over again. I will not let you lie to my baby like that. Do you hear me?"

Marie's nose flared like a bull as she scolded him like a child, Colm couldn't even speak up about the irony with how small he felt.

"You wanna be out so late? This isn't a hotel. So I suggest you find somewhere else."

"Marie, you can't kick ne out this is my house-"

"The house you're barely in? The house I can barely pay for because you spend every cent you get?!"

"That's not fair, I'm busy with-"

"I don't care what you're busy with, it shouldn't stop you from seeing your son!"

Colm sighed, the silence echoing in the room. With no other choice, he pulled his last card.

"You're really going to keep me away from my son?"

If Marie was younger, she would've apologized, saying it's not what she wanted and insisted he sleep on the couch and they talk in the morning. But years upon years of the love and family, she worked so hard for being ignored for the sake of work. Marie could find nothing more than: "Goodnight, Colm."

And with that, Marie left. Her bedroom door slammed behind her as Colm was left in the living room alone. He didn't waste much time sulking as he shook it off as a bad day and too much tension as he trudged back outside, car keys in hand. And the cake slice left uneaten.

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Woo! That took a while! Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed Marie snapping at Colm and I look foward to seeing you in the next one!

Love you!

[freshlyrage]

Running Like Water

Chapter 12

pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)

fic warnings: NSFW Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues

fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I'm bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon

word count: 4.5k

There was something special about standing next to Javier Peña. That summer going into 8th grade you spent lots of time walking into town with him by your side. You would scan the room, to see if anyone saw the two of you in any way that seemed more than friends. 

Of course at the time Javi hadn’t even made space in his mind to consider you someone who could be mistaken as his girlfriend, but to you, in your head of course, the two of you might as well have been married. Oh and when anyone from school asked you what you were planning to do that day you never let up on the opportunity of answering with, “Don’t know, might head to Javier’s house.” 

It was innocent, just wanting anyone to maybe believe that you and Javi had some sort of down low romance in middle school– even if it was far from the truth. It was sweet, you knew now you could maybe tell Javi these things and he’d think it was cute. It was pure, everything than was pure. 

When you say, “Your place.” when Javier asks where to take you, that pureness dies. Your stomach is balled the car ride, knowing he had business to finish with you. Your short list of intimate interactions involved an element of surprise, of desperation, quickness but now he was leading you into his house with the intention of undressing you. 

Javier is looking over his shoulder as he unlocks the door to his childhood home to sneak you in. You keep quiet when you enter, feeling yourself aching already, unsure how to stop yourself from being so insatiable. Your cheeks were already hot at the idea of Javier seeing you like this in the daylight. So timid you drop your own clutch as you walk into the empty home, wincing as you reach down to retrieve the thing.

Straightening up your met with Javier’s confused look, your senior picture directly behind his head. You almost want to laugh, at least if he breaks my heart again he wont be able to escape the thought of me any time he comes home. He drops the face and continues to walk further into the house as you follow, into his room. 

You inhale through your nose, a shaky one, his room barely changed. The dresser still chipping and the walls half covered in juvenile posters. The Houston PD poster still half intact, the corner was lifted a bit. You really hadn’t been in there since he left six years ago. Your nostrils flare a bit, a wave of the worst feeling you've ever felt hitting you in one large push. 

His back is to you, and you can't help yourself. 

Finally, 

You grab him and turn him to face you, his brows shooting high before you tip toe to kiss him fast. It's like the one you two shared earlier, a small peck but now he's smiling at you, you were never any good at self control.

 You press your lips to his again, your hand tightening around the thin green shirt he sported. His mustache tickling your nose, he grunts when you screw your nose up at the feeling. His mouth wet now with your help, you’d always been a tongue kisser. Liked to feel him over your own, “Andrea…” He rasps against you, his hands settling on your waist to push you back on your heels and away from his lips. 

You try not to pout at the sudden pause, but when he looked at you in this way, down at you and this close, god. Your hands experimentally drag from his back to the front of him, your fingers skimming the hem of his shirt, feeling the soft skin of his stomach, his stomach tightens at your touch. He grabs your wrist to stop you, “What Javi?” your eyes are still on your working fingers, trying to get him out of the fabric despite his firm grip on you. 

He shakes his head, “why did you sound like you were hurt when you dropped your purse?”

 Your lips pout for a moment then thin, you look up to him now, right. You had felt it this morning, the strain on the inside of your thighs. You knew it was from his hold on your thighs and your squirming and spreading in such a small space last night. You almost giggle, how do I explain without sounding like an old lady?

You scrunch your face in embarrassment, “I think I fucking pulled something last night–from all that moving, been out of the game for a while Javi.” You half joke.

“Jesus christ, go lay down.” Your stomach flips at that and you’re obeying, slipping off your shoes and crawling up his bed as he watches. His eyes full of need, his pants tightening at the sight of you bent over when you crawled.  You had jeans on today, a pair from a few years back, back when Levi’s still hugged the curves of your body. Javi crowding the bed when he taps your ankle, “Take these off, I want to make sure I didn’t leave any bruises.” 

Again you obey, your hands fumbling at the button, oh god, what underwear did I put on today? He watches, starved, you lift your hips to move the tight fabric over and off your legs. Legs shut tight, Javier pulls the rest off once they’re at your ankles. The hairs on your arms standing when Javi hooks his hands under your knees to pull you close to him, on his knees he finds space between your legs. 

His large hands wrap your knees entirely, spreading you open further, his lips part and brows screw at the small purple mark on the inside of your knee.

 “I didn't mean to–hold you that hard.” 

Your chest caves at the softness of his voice, you shake your head and sit up straighter, but his hands slide farther in between your legs and you embarrassingly lean back again. You look down to your panties, too occupied to appreciate the choice, pretty and lacey. 

You’re already wet and achy, clenching desperate for him to just touch you again. Your legs spread so wide you hide a wince from the soreness of your truck rendezvous. His fingers inch right where you want him. A wet mark, dark, on your lace trimmed baby blue panties. You look at him, deciding you needed to see what his eyes looked like when he was this hungry for you. 

His hair dangling in his face a bit, mustache aiding his wet pout. He catches you off guard with a slide of his knuckles against your covered core. You whine, your belly tensing at the touch you needed so much more of. On his knees on his bed he hooks his fingers under your panties, slipping them off in one quick move and you squirm at the sudden coolness. Your swollen cunt couldn't even hide your own arousal, you're already leaving a wet spot on his sheets. 

He wastes no time, his thick fingers move quickly to spread your lips. Exposing yourself to him in daylight, Javi, you plead but he's entranced by how beautiful you are. He groans and leans his head deeper in between your legs. He had been hard when he watched you bent over helping your mother with her child, seeing you half out of a car and folded over was a sight he wasn't prepared for. He wants to stay right here, in between your legs. 

And you, you can't hold yourself together, you're trying your best not to buck your hips, you know you're sore–you have to relax. Still spread by his fingers, he leaves a wet kiss on your clit, you whimper into your hand, trying to keep quiet for no reason. He didn't want to hurt you, but he also knows you're a big girl, you can take some pain some strain, he would have taken care of you last night if it weren't for the rude interruption. He will make it up to you regardless. 

“Let me–” kiss, “kiss it–” kiss “better.”

“Oh my god Javi–” You moan, your head flat on his pillow now. Back arched at just small wet kisses. Poor thing, he thinks. His hand moves high to settle on the plane between your breasts, settle you down. 

Javi lets up on the kisses and licks you, heavy tongued and your hands grip at his sheets. His left hand gently pressing you still and his right just as gentle on your knee. He flicks his tongue on your throbbing clit and sucks. Tongue swirling in between puckered lips. 

He's so good–too good. There's no way in hell your ex could have made you feel this way.

How is it already better, last night you thought you had reached nirvana without even finishing. Yet somehow its better.

Maybe the whole thing is satisfying a teenage dream you held close to you. Javier Peña buried between your legs while youre fucking in his bed. How glad you are that you waited. You hold your breath when his open mouth drags to your tight core, leaking for him. You're a mess already. Your cunt clenches and he feels it. 

He groans against you when you let a high pitched moan slip, worshiping you with his hot, wet mouth. Too sweet of a sound, how will he go on keeping you a secret?

 His nose taps your clit while his tongue is catching all that drips, both sensations have your tiny foot flattening on the bed in a squirm, you whine, feeling that same pull in your inner thighs. 

Javi never really pauses, through licks he speaks, “You okay baby?” the domestic pet name making the pain go away, you nod rapidly. He doesn't believe you for a minute, this was going to be fun. Hooking up with your best friend who can tell when you're bullshitting. To test, he moves his deft hands to spread your thighs further, purposefully. And this time you wince audibly.

 “Andrea…” He warns, his head lifted a bit.

What a beautiful sight, you almost forgot the pain you felt being spread so wide. The hair above his wet lips, just as wet, his cheeks somehow flushed through his tan. The tip of his nose glistened. You don't know if you should feel bashful or not. Too turned on to care. You're aching and needing his touch you dont hesitate this time. “Sore–m’just sore Javi.” 

His strong brows pull together. “When does it hurt?”

Your eyes flutter in quick blinks, feeling a bit shy now. It's not like he's eating your pussy or anything. 

 “When I spread too wide.” There is a pathetic pout in your voice, just wanting a solution because you're still throbbing. Your eyes catch his own pants, his erection straining them. Your cunt clenches, eager to be filled. You knew you'd let him, you know it'll hurt, it's been awhile. And from what you can see through jeans, god help you. That's a pain you can take, you think, you've always liked when you were stretched. Maybe not so much your thighs, but other smaller places. 

He nods, hands gripping at your knees. “Get on your stomach.” 

Your eyes widen, before you can process he's got your flipped on your belly. His forearm still holding you right under your breast, he guides your ass up with your cheek squished into the bed. What a beautiful sight, his andrea. With your spine arched, your pretty soft skin on display only for him. 

He knows years from now when you find better, you'll always be his. No matter how selfish and wrong, to him it's right and all he’s known. It's why he couldn't bear to see your face, he’d have to face how self-regarding he was in nature. Went back to Houston at the sight of your smile in the hallway of his fathers home. 

Too much. 

Yet he continues, the new position exposing yourself far more than before, he eats your cunt from the back. His hands taking generous grabs at your soft behind, your face pressed, you're trying to moan pleads and thank you’s but it's only pleasurable incoherent whines. Fucked out just from his tongue and his grip on your ass. 

“Mmm-javi i’m–”, he shows no mercy. He’s devouring you and you're close. Scared you'll completely collapse when the build comes down. His tongue is so skilled, you're already fearing how this will end. 

One of Javier's rough hands slides from the tops of your ass and snakes around the front of you. 

You're coming all over his face the second he rubs the bundle of nerves with his thumb. His fingers and mouth become too much for your poor little body. Your ears are shot, and all you feel is white hot throbbing. And you're loud, whining. Javi is still licking you clean while you shake. You're shaking,  “así, así, good girl. You're always so good Andrea.”  Shaking, you never- “Woah-cuidado.” His snaked arm holds you up from collapsing, your mouth is open and wet. 

Despite how fucked you feel, you still groan when his mouth parts from your pulsating core.

He straightens on his knees, your bare latter half feeling his clothed cock against your ass. You grind yourself against him, causing him to groan a sweet sound. “Javi-please, you can-you can fuck me.” You mutter while you're still pressed, he cusses under his breath and spreads you again. 

“N-not yet querida”. You hmph. Staying in your bent position hoping to tempt him. He shakes his head, he felt how tight you were just with his tongue. He’d break you, your cunt was far too little–he’d already hurt you once, not yet. 

Though, he had another idea in mind.

You hear the sweet sound of a zipper, out of view he untucks his throbbing cock from the restraints of his pants, already wet at the tip from his pre-cum. He inches away, being careful, “Let me see you touch yourself, pretty baby.” Your stomach pits, you couldn't see but his fist bumps your soft flesh, with that you obey. Fucking his fist dry, he was tempted to use your spend as slip but that would be far too tempting. 

Your hand slides between your legs as you're bent, dragging over your swollen clit. Rubbing yourself, feeling overstimulated from your recent orgasm. He lets out a throaty moan at the sight of your pretty manicured hands collecting all of the mess you're making for him.

The thought of him fucking fist behind your bent body has you moaning and whining, “Oh Javi-please.” You dont think when you drag your fingers low. Your middle and ring finger plunges deep and Javi is panting, his left hand coping another feel at your behind. His fist knocking into you again, and again and again. Your fingers part from inside and drag against your clit, touching yourself in the way you’ve only ever done alone.

The sight has to be filthy. Your back arched while you played with yourself and Javier crouched behind, jerking himself up against you. How was he telling you just an hour ago that he could never do this again, how will you ever stop. His stomach goes taut, he’s close.

“Fuck, Andrea-where do-“

Your stomach tightens, your own orgasm coming in a wave. Slow and steady, you moan. “Anywhere- my back,” you shriek, “oh my god.” coming a second time with your own fingers this time. The orgasm less intense than the first, Javi lets out his own whimper through gritted teeth before pulling your ass up against him, gasping at the heavy feeling of him up against you like this. 

His knuckles skimming you with the lack of space, “Fuck-“ he strains and lifts your shirt. A feeling of warmth spreads on your lower back. He finishes in long spurts covering your back dimples. It’s biting, his grunts and huffs as he bends over your body. He cums  hard, his spend spread on your ass too. An honest mistake. 

You both stay in your respective places, him folded over your own body, his hand gripping your waist to hold you up. In silence you both come down in silence, and not a bit of shame comes through. Just bliss. 

In each other's silence you stay. 

AFTER a few minutes Javier leaves your fucked out body and comes back with something to clean you. His hands rubbing away at the tight grips he had on you, kissing your back and dressing you. You weren’t even that tired, you just liked when he treated you like this. Tenderly. You’ll be selfish about this. 

Javi notices but doesn’t mind, he wishes to just stay with you all night. Thought you looked perfect on your belly with your head resting on your crossed arms. His stomach pitting at the thought of what he just did, at how he rarely feels any shame. How he wants to keep you for himself already, already dreading November in the middle of May.

He watches you as your eyes rest, sunset peaking through the one window in his dark room. Andrea Diaz after all these years, you, after this long, after all he put you through. You still lay with trust and content  in his bed. Fully taken in his space, comfortable, you belong. 

And Javi, like always, seeming like he has one foot out the door. He’s sat up on the edge of the bed next to you, you have always been someone who leaves. 

The ring of his room phone has you jolting out of your tiredness, and snaps him from thoughts of leaving. His brows crease and he reaches over to grab the phone, curly cord stretching nearly straight. You crowd his back, shamelessly spreading your hands over his stomach and placing your chin on his shoulder. The domestic press has him light-headed. You never noticed, you wanted to take what you can get while he was her. He bites a smile, “Hello?”

“Hi Javi!” The chirpy voice bleeds through the phone.

 Genie.

 Your eyes widen and your chest rises in worry. Javier looks to you for a moment, a keep quiet look. “Hey Genie, what's up?”

You press your ear closer to him trying to catch anything you could, “Oh, I’m at Melissa's house, I know you all were at the barbeque, are you with Andrea?”

You back up, your head shaking a No. Javier holds his hand out, gesturing for you to calm down. 

“Yeah, we stopped so–so Andrea could approve of my suit for the wedding.” He shuts his eyes in embarrassment, you cover your face knowing the lie was weak. But you hear Genie laugh through the phone. 

“Well does she?”

You bring your pink nails to your mouth, Javi smirks. “She’s obsessed.” His eyes are trained on you and you shove him. 

“How sweet, but you should bring her home soon. I need to talk to her about the wedding.”

Javi nods, forgetting for a second she cant see him, you snort a laugh and he reaches to cover your mouth. 

“Yeah of course, we’ll be there in 5.”

 You hear your in law say a few more words of goodbyes yet Javi still has his large calloused palm covering your mouth. He parts the phone from his ear and you take the opportunity to kitten lick his palm. He groans and clicks the phone in its stand. 

“Mala”

It’s still sunny when Javier drives you home with his hand on your leg. You feel a permanent blush on your face, your hand falls on his with the hold. Fingers grazing his, you groan when he parks. Half from having to part and half from relief seeing your moms absent car. Genie’s car is there of course, a new one not the little beetle she had all those years ago.

“You should come in.”

Genie is helping herself to chips on the bar stools by the island. Her hair tied up in a high bun, rare, the stylist loved to wear it down. Healthiest Hair in Laredo they say. Mal de ojo, your mom says when she gives her a bracelet to protect her from the nastiness of jealousy. Her face is smiling ear to ear when the two of you enter the house. You tried your best to not look fucked and devoured. He was a bit snappy when you stood in the mirror overanalyzing your body making sure there's no sign of Javi.

“You look fine, quit it.” He bites and you snap your head towards him while he's sat in bed. 

“Wipe your lip, you've got a bit of me on it,” You joke with narrowed eyes and he splits in a smile, shaking his head. Brat he mumbles and actually wipes his lip.

“Hi!” she squeaks, getting up to hug you as if you don't see her every other day, “fix your hair Javi.”

He furrows his brows and runs an insecure hand through his hair. “Hows it going with wedding stuff.” You part following to sit next to her on the stools. Javi stands out of place in the kitchen. Like a lost puppy, you want to grab him and keep him held. 

She lets out a dramatic sigh, “Caterer fell through, your mom was going off about how she can just cook but like we’re already using her house… and my dress didn't fit this time around-”

“Wait what? You tried it on last week.” Your eyes flashed with worry, it was a beautiful gown. Off the shoulder covered in intricate swirls of crystals at its bodice. You cried almost uncontrollably when she walked out of the fitting room in it. Taking your Nikon and snapping pictures of the only sister you've known prancing around in the princess dress. You would hate for her to not get to walk down the aisle in the thing. 

Javier’s eyes narrow again, his arms crossing, feeling out of place in a conversation about wedding dresses. 

Genie smiles a bit and shovels more chips in her mouth, you could see that little spark in her eye before flitting here big brown eyes at the two of you. “Well-don't panic. But my period hasn't come in like… a while.”

Your mouth is agape, and your eyes snap to Javi who is just as startled. Theres no way, no way. 

“I’m sorry? What?”

“You said after the wedding?” 

You and Javi speak over each other. Genie is smiling, and Jesus Christ you're already crying. Your cheeks hot and stained, you're off the stool and hugging her tight. Javi was prying you off, lifting Genevieve littering her face with kisses. A hand on her flat tummy, she wasn't showing whatsoever. You're watching, wiping tears from your face. Time moved so fast, you remember when your brother proposed, you cried all the same, you can't believe the mean girl from the playground is giving you the best gift ever, besides the gift of taking up your brother's time so he doesn't annoy you, but making you an aunt. 

“Okay-okay, I’m very early on.” She laughs and pushes Javi away. Instinctively, he moves next to you, holding your arm like the two of you were expecting parents. You place your hand on his, waiting for her to give more insight. “I’m six weeks-”

“Who knows?” Javi cuts.

“I was getting there jodón… Frankie obviously, mi modista. And you two, since obviously you're going to be godparents.” Javi squeezes you and you're crying again. What a gift it is to bring in a new life. To love someone enough to bind together in something forever like a child. You knew that Genie was a miracle baby–her mother unable to carry after her.  “I don't want to tell the parents because everyones all stressed for the wedding but you guys deserve to know first, so that you don't speculate and stress Mrs. Diaz out.”

Your chest is rising and falling slowly, what incredible lows and highs you've had today. Javi isn't in tears but he looks close, he also wonders where the time went. How did life continue for everyone, why had he been so selfish? 5 weeks, he’d miss the birth. His chest falls for a different reason than yours. 

You just can't wait to see your big brother, hug him close. He’d be such a good dad, you know it. He would make up for what we did not have, it was him who could do it. Your fingers flex in your lap thinking if you'll ever start a family, will you even know what a good father looks like. 

Just like Javi, your chest falls again in a twisted way. 

“Okay enough of this,” Genie waves her hand over the two of you intertwined, you shrug him off acting embarrassed by his hold. “I wanted Javi here also, because Lorraine is coming for the wedding.”

You blink aggressively, a splash of jealousy you haven't felt since 1980. Remembering how you felt seeing her chirp behind Javi two days after your kiss. Javi reacts the same, tilting his head in the sassy way he knows how. Tongue rolling on his inner cheek. You don't even know the details but you can tell he hoped to not have to run into her. But he nods, he knows Genie and Lorraine were quite close. After all it's her day. 

Genie frowns, “It might be good for you two, not saying to work shit out, but you know be cordial. She really didn't want it to end the way it did.” Genie knows more than as expected, they stayed in constant contact. You recall calling Genie from your room and going straight to the tone because she was up on the phone catching up with Lorraine. 

For a completely irrational reason you feel disrespected by the comment, does she not know what Javi and you do now? How he’s seen you. The feeling doesn't stay, obviously, genie has no clue. 

She just sees Javi who had someone for a long time in the same way she did. Yet one has worked out. Shit, Javi and Lorraine were dealt with better cards, an opportunity to start new in a new place, yet after 6 years he’s left alone watching his best friend start a family. It felt a little backwards to him, your stomach still twisting at the thought.

“I didn't want it to end,” Your heart slams in your chest at the pause, “I didn't want it to end that way either.” 

You blink a few times, feeling silly again. 

Fearing a drawn out version of 1980, him choosing her again. 

The rest of the night is spent in silence, Genie not having a clue and continuing on with her gossips and pregnancy fears. 

Javi notices you're upset. He notices your lax brow, nail of your thumb between your lips like you're trying to conceal your emotions. Javi’s chest hurts every time he looks to you, knowing there's no way he could communicate to you in a setting like this.

Stuck between a rock and a hard place, he leaves with Genevieve without muttering a word to you. You fear it's already happening. 

[bangtaninborderland]

JHS - Twisted Feelings (13)

Summary: After working at an award show for 2 years everything had become normal, idols were no longer exciting to see, performances became dull and every day blended together, that was until an unexpected man asked for your help.

Warnings: mentions of stalking, kind of near death experience, elevator trauma atp

A/N: so considering someone in my inbox said no one wanted to read my bullshit I thought id share some more bullshit for you all to enjoy! I'm trying to be more frequent with the twisted feeling updates, I just feel so sad now hobi isn't here :( also pls stop sending hate to my inbox whoever u are today was a hard day and hearing hurtful things really brings me down.

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NaRae fell asleep two hours after you got there, she’d explained in detail how she was taking her regular route home, your parents house not being too far from her own to make the commute on foot when she was pushed against a wall on a dingy slip road and had the pictures snatched from her bag.

You’d reassured her that you weren’t mad, not at her anyway. It was a difficult situation and if anything you were truly angry with whoever was doing this. You couldn’t let the attack on Narae go amiss but there wasn’t much that could be done as of right now. Involving the police would only bring unwanted attention to the situation, it could jeopardise your job, your career, NaRae, and your parents not to mention the members themselves.

It would be a lie to say you’d slept well, the entire night you’d sat up, watching out of your window trying to piece together who was doing this, if it truly was a random fan how would they know about Jung-woo?

You shivered at the thought of it being him, although NaRae seemed to think it wasn’t, not believing the man brave enough to risk more jail time by breaching his restraining order. You’d quickly busied yourself with writing whatever you could, admittedly it wasn’t much, but you wanted to distract yourself, unable to sleep and thinking about the worst thing that ever happened to you certainly wasn’t something you wanted to do.

The hours passed quickly and soon enough you were dabbing concealer under your eyes trying to cover the bags forming from your restless night. The taxi ride was a quick one, traffic being clear.

In all honesty, everything was quite a blur, you had texted NaRae continuously all morning even sending her a food delivery gift card so she could buy herself breakfast. A sickening ball of guilt pooled in your stomach at the thought of someone you loved being hurt because of you.

You force yourself to will the thoughts away when you see Hoseok and Yoongi standing in the lobby, talking to the receptionist.

They both greeted you as you joined them, the receptionist's face going from happy to sour at the sight of you. Clearly, someone was jealous. Hoseok seemed to notice and dropped the smile he had worn with her, visibly irritated by the disgusted looks she shot you as she checked you in.

“How are you?” You asked them both as you walked to the elevator, waiting for the people inside to leave before the three of you entered the empty space.

“I’m good.” Yoongi nodded, he was always short-spoken but never rude and you appreciated that.

“I’m okay.” Hoseok seemed happier today, the stress he had been exhibiting the past few days seemed to have lessened. “Going with Hyung now to finish a song.”

“That’s good.” You were genuinely happy to hear everything coming together nicely. “What’s-“

Thud.

A screeching noise had all three of you covering your ears with your hands, your ID card and phone falling to the floor as the elevator shook.

“What’s happening?” Hoseok asked, his voice shaky.

The screeching noise continued before the elevator dropped, far too fast. It was at that moment you knew something was wrong.

“Lay down on your back right now.” You shouted to them both. “Put your arms over your face.” You followed your own instructions as they did, all three of you cramped lying on your backs in the small space.

The elevator was still falling, everything happening so fast before it abruptly came to a stop, all three of you jolting upwards.

All you could hear for a few seconds, seconds that felt like hours, was the laboured breathing of Yoongi and Hoseok beside you. You felt your own heart thinking against your chest, if you weren’t lying down you’d be shaking.

“Is everyone okay?” Yoongi asked from his position closest to the doors.

You took a moment to think, nothing hurt. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“I’m fucking terrified.” Hoseok spat out. “I can’t do this Hyung.”

“I know hope-ah, it will be okay. Hyung is going to press the emergency button okay?” Yoongi carefully slid closer to the panel, his body lifting just a little to hit the red “HELP” button.

“What’s wrong?” You nudge Hoseok, genuinely worried about the way the man has his eyes closed shut, the grip on his shirt so tight his knuckles have gone white.

“I have a fear- fear of elevators.” He gasped, chest resting and falling far too fast.

You knew how close he was to having a panic attack, your eye caught Yoongi who too seemed to be aware of the current situation.

Yoongi opened his mouth but the intercom inside the elevator went off, someone talking. “The elevator has malfunctioned, we have called for help they will be here soon. Try not to move much, it may cause it to drop down completely. You’re on floor 5 so do not move, do not stand, a drop from this height could be fatal if you do. ”

“At least someone is coming to help us.” Hoseok muttered out, none of you mentioning the warning of possible death. “Hyung I can’t do this.”

“You can hoba, come on this is nothing compared to some things we have done. Let’s just lay here and talk, try taking deep breaths.” Yoongi was calm, much calmer than you felt considering your current predicament but secretly you were grateful for his ability to remain clear-headed, although you weren’t panicking as much as you were scared.

“YN? You’re quiet are you okay?” Yoongi asked, peeking over Hoseok just a little. You suddenly realised just how small the space truly was when Hoseok also turned his head to look at you, his eyes meeting yours instantly. “Yn?” Hoseok whispered too.

You nodded, forcing a smile as best you could. “I’m okay just scared.”

“The fire department will be here soon.” Hosoek reassured you, putting his own fears to the side to comfort you. “Right Hyung?”

“Yeah, we should distract ourselves, what did you all do yesterday?” Yoongi asked and you bristled at that, you didn’t want to think about the night spent cradling NaRae's face in your lap after helping clean the cuts and scrapes over her face and hands. You couldn’t help but feel sick at the thought that you could die here and NaRae could be hurt again, Your parents could be stalked whoever is doing this clearly knows their address, even if you do live what’s so say they don’t have yours. It was like a bucket of ice-cold water had been dumped over you.

“I need my phone.” You explained, cutting off whoever was talking, you’d apologise later right now you had to text NaRae, warn her, maybe warn your parents, if you died at least they would know. “In the corner by the door, can you reach it Yoongi-ssi?”

“What’s wrong?” Hoseok asked at the same time Yoongi mumbled “Let me see.”

Yoongi could in fact reach the device, pulling it closer with his foot before holding it out to you, the screen had cracked and just your luck it wouldn’t turn on. “Fuck.” You cursed under your breath, tears welling up under your eyes.

“Yn?” Hoseoks's frown deepened at the sound of your sniffles. “Are you hurt?”

“N-no.” You hiccuped, voice barely above a whisper. “We might die.”

“Don’t say that.” Hoseok had a horrified look on his face. “We will get out of here.”

You wanted to agree, to comfort the man who was so clearly scared, even if Yoongi wasn’t showing it you were sure he was scared too but you couldn’t, all you could think about was someone you loved being hurt because of you and you no longer being here to tell them. It was a bad idea to tell anyone, and it was an awful idea to tell the members but they were the only people here, if you died at least one of them may live, and one of them may be able to make sure whoever is stalking and threatening you and those you love won’t actually hurt anyone.

You took a deep breath, preparing for any questions. “I have a stalker and I’m not sure who it is.”

“What?” They both gasped in unison.

Hoseoks hand brushed against yours and without thinking you linked your pinkies together. “I have a stalker, it started with phone calls, yesterday they sent pictures of me with you and the other members to my parents’ house, my friend was there and found them before my parents could but she was attacked on the way home. I spent the day yesterday cleaning her cuts and trying to help her feel safe. They don’t want me around you.”The elevator fell into silence as you give them a moment to process what you’ve said.

“Shit.” Was the first thing that came from Yoongis mouth, you turned to look at Hoseok who had his jaw clenched, was he angry?

“How long?” Hoseok asked, finger tightening around yours. “When did it start?”

“It started with the whole translating thing, basically the whole time I worked here. They knew some personal things, things no one else knows…” You trailed off sparing them the details of the issue of jung-woo. “If something happens here, if I die in here and you live then please tell my parents they have to move. They aren’t safe at home anymore.”

“Don’t say that, don’t say things like that.” Yoongi interjected. “You aren’t going to die, none of us are.”

“Please Yoongi-ssi. I need to know my family will be okay.” You were grateful for Hoseok being between you, the sounds of your tears were embarrassing enough.

“If anything happens, which it won’t, I will personally make sure your parents are safe.” Hoseok looks at you with such a determination it can only be taken as a promise. “Have you gone to the police? Reported it to the company? It could be a sasaeng.”

“No, no I can’t do that. If I do it will just get worse, they said they would tell people personal things if I do. I can figure out who it is, I just need a little time.” You really had no idea where to start looking but you didn’t tell them that, truthfully you felt awful telling them something like this and then swearing them to secrecy but you didn’t see any other options available to you.

“We can’t keep this a secret, YN-ssi. It may be someone who has stalked us, we have had our fair share of encounters. We can help, the company can help.” Yoongi sounded sincere, sounded like he genuinely wanted to help.

You remembered NaRaes’ detailed explanation of the photos. “They have pictures of me inside the building, it must be someone who has access enough to take pictures of me with you all. They have the addresses of those I care about, at this point, I’m unsure if they know my address.”

Yoongi jolts upward, only stopping himself when he remembers where he is. “They have pictures of us.”

“So it could be a staff member.” Hoseok supplies.

Yoongi sighs. “That’s all the more reason to tell management. Who knows what kind of picture they have of us hoba, what if they have pictures of the others? Personal information? Relationship information? We have a lot to lose.”

“Hyung.” Hoseok paused, finally realising just how bad the situation had been. “You really think that?”

“Yes.” Yoongi nodded. “We have to protect ourselves. I’m sorry YN but I can’t sacrifice everyone and everything I care about for you.”

You didn’t say anything, Yoongis's words sounded so bitter, that you hated the way you instantly felt less than them. Of course, what they needed was more important than you, You were never blind to that fact but you hadn’t expected for them to both disregard the danger you and your family plus NaRae would be in if they did.

“We will tell Sejin once we get out. YN can you come? He will need to hear first-hand from you what happened, I know after everything today it’s probably too much but they need to know so they can stop any information about us being released or scandals happening. I promise you we will make sure you don’t get fired, you haven’t done anything anyway as long as you’re honest with him.” Yoongi is lying down once again, out of your eyesight and you are glad he is, otherwise, he may have noticed the sad scowl across your face. You shifted your head enough to look at the wall away, turned enough so Hoseok couldn’t see your frown.

Logically you understood they had more to lose, their image, and their lives could be ruined if someone had caught the wrong conversation. Although you could lose your job it would be nothing compared to the scandal that could happen if someone leaked important information about BTS. It didn’t matter that you had people who were at risk, at least not against important people.

Hoseok went to say something, whatever it was you weren’t entirely sure. A noise outside had you all a little startled before a voice started. “The fire department has arrived, we will begin to remove you now. Stay still until we can get the doors open.”

“Thank Fuck.” Yoongi huffed.

[prettyisasprettydoes1306]

Corey

" Oouuu shit.. don't stop!" Corey grabbed a handful of Melanie's hair as he continued to fucked her senseless.

" I'm about to cum."

" Hold that shit." Corey said into her ear as he felt his nut building up.

Pushing her onto her stomach Corey dug into her making her lose control and cum. Feeling her walls tighten around him he felt his balls tighten and soon released his seed into the condom.

Lightly chuckling he pulled himself out of Melanie and fell down on the other side of the bed next to her.

Him and Melanie had divorced almost two years ago he never thought they would be back in the predicament they were in now. From the nasty things she did and the ugly words he said they never thought they would be coming to each other a couple times a week to get their physical needs met.

Sometimes he wondered how did he and her get to this place of just casual sex and then he remembered ......everything.

In the beginning everything was great between the couple in their first years of marriage but things seemed to hit the fan after Melanie snagged her dream job. That job had started to mean more to her than being a wife to her man as well as being a mother to their daughter.

Corey tried not to complain hell he even bit his tongue knowing how hard she worked to get to this position and didn't want to hinder her but she forgot about him. In public Corey was the supportive understanding husband but behind closed doors he was missing his wife and being second best was slowly killing him inside. The straw that broke the camels back was her sudden lack of time for their daughter.

Magi got accustomed to seeing her mother and gotten used to spending time with her when she was a stay at home mom.

A couple months ago Melanie came to him stressed out about their baby girls behavior towards her and even in her daycare classes. Melanie had came to her peak with Magi and how she was acting. Her constant back to back tantrums and being hard headed had took it's toll and Melanie didn't know what else to do.

Corey had suggested that maybe Magi come and stay with him for a while but Melanie cried at thought of it. Saying no she felt like if she put Magi off on her father she would feel like a bad mother and that she couldn't handle Magi and what she was going through. Let alone what people would think about it.

In previous arguments Corey would be quick to point out her hours and how many she spent working late at her office on top of her out of town business trips he was the one spending more time with Magi. But not wanting to kick her while she was down he sat and talked with Melanie hopefully that him saying these things in a sincere tone would open her eyes to see what she was doing was affecting their child.

After speaking about solutions to help with Magi, Melanie actually felt really good and pretty confident going forward with trying to go about things with Magi. Getting up to walk her out Melanie gave Corey a hug and said thank you but when she pulled away from him she felt something, a pull almost.

Looking him in his eyes and taking in his features she just kissed him. It wasn't a regular kiss either. She kissed him with almost the same passion as on their honeymoon night. That night they had made love over and over again but when the next day came they had to have a serious conversation about what transpired between them two the night before. Neither one was seeing anyone since their divorce and decided to just come to each other when they needed some special attention.

Their friends definitely opposed to them doing this and a lot of people who known the former couple thought they were working past their problems but that was the furthest from the truth. They only had mutual respect for one another as past partners and parents. They weren't getting back together and they knew that. After his split from Melanie he was very picky with his choice in women. He felt like most of them seen him as a good looking man, with a nice car and good job as the cities lead architecture contractor and just wanted the benefits of his lifestyle and not him.

They were looking to lock him down by thinking throwing pussy the right way would secure a wedding ring and they were wrong. Marriage was something Corey wasn't completely sold on trying again.

Looking over at Melanie he stared at her looking how she changed from when the two first started dating and for him they weren't good changes. She was still as beautiful if not more beautiful than the day he met her but he found out the hard way that beauty wasn't all of what it was cracked up to be.

No matter or how it happened Melanie was determined to get ahead. After having Magi it kinda slowed her up a bit with having an infant but once she was comfortable with Magi going to daycare she was back in it. Getting herself into the corporate world was a dream of hers since middle school and once she was able to get her shot she went at it.

"Why didn't you tell me about Micah and Deanna breaking up?" Melanie said breaking the silence they sat in.

Twisting up his face at her random question he was genuinely confused as hell as to why she really think he would tell Micah's business.

" Corey?"

" What?"

" I know you heard me. Answer my question."

Letting out a sigh he sat up a bit and turned his body to her. " I didn't tell you nothing because it ain't your business and it ain't my business to tell someone else's business."

" How is it not my business and that's my cousin and Deanna was my friend."

" That's where I'm gonna stop you. Your right that's your cousin but if he don't want you to know something at the moment and wants to tell you on his own time then he can and I'm gonna honor that wish as his friend. So far as Deanna? Y'all two as friends? Associates and acquaintances are more so the words for y'all. That friend shit is a reach."

Melanie knew that last part to be true. It's not that she didn't like her she was more so jealous that she was where she wanted to be in life at a time that she didn't have it all together.

" It caught me completely off guard when I ran into Deanna at the Starbucks on Atlantic Ave and we caught up and she told me everything and also that you knew and didn't tell me."

"Like I said it wasn't none of your business. Until he made it your business."

" I think it was and I really feel like you should've told me." Melanie folded her arms.

Getting up from the bed he picked up his clothes and started to get dressed to get away from the brewing argument knowing that it was just waiting to happen.

" Where are you going?"

" Home. I'm not trying to argue with you right now. I'll see you in a couple days."

"No you won't."

" And why is that?" He questioned.

She sighed running her hands through her hair gaining the courage to say what she felt.

"I think it's time to stop this thing between us two." She used her index finger to point between them.

"Okay." Corey said facing Melanie shrugging his shoulders and proceeded to look for his socks.

Getting flustered by his nonchalantness she couldn't believe how he was just said okay like it was nothing. She didn't necessarily want him back but it was his nonchalant attitude that ticked her off.

" I just feel like if we are divorced then let's be that and actually act like divorced people. No more casual sex. We need to get out and start seeing other people."

" Your right. I agree. I know we were having sex out of comfortability and for the time being that was fine. I didn't expect it to last forever." Corey said sitting on the edge of her bed.

" FOUND EM!" Corey said seeing his socks unseen her dresser.

" So we're cool?" She asked putting on her satin robe.

" Yeah we're good." He said which was true he had no reason not dislike her. They weren't together and them fucking was just a temporary thing. She was still a friend and most importantly Magi's mother.

Nodding her head she sighed again sitting in her vanity chair.

" Hey! You think you can take care of Magi for a week?"

" No problem but what's up?"

" I want to go on this cruise with some of my friends. I don't know the last time I had a break and figured this would be good for me to go."

" Okay I think so too. When y'all supposed to leave?"

" In two weeks and are you sure Magi won't be in your way? I could call my mom and see if she could-"

" I'm good. Me and my baby girl will be fine. You enjoy your trip." He said as made sure he had all that he needed before he left out.

" See you later."

" Bye. Be safe Corey!" She yelled out as he left out her bedroom.

Making it home he tossed the mail onto the counter and heard his phone ringing.

" What's up Trey."

" Aye, did you pick up my suits from the dry cleaners?"

" Yeah man I got em."

" Thanks man this last minute trip out here fucked me up. But that's not the only reason I called I was trying to see if you were able to hang tomorrow we all linking at Danny's."

" Yeah I'll be there."

" Aiight I'll see you tomorrow."

" Aiight. One."

Hanging up the phone Corey went to his fridge to see what he wanted to make himself for dinner. Settling for baked ziti he only had to get the ricotta cheese and ziti noodles since he had everything else.

Grabbing his keys he headed up the block to the closest grocery store. Grabbing a cart he made his way to the cheese section and pick up a large tub of ricotta cheese.

Deciding to pick himself up some cereal he made a detour to the aisle look for his favorite cereal. While walking down the aisle he seen a woman struggling to get a duo box of cereal.

" Need help?"

" Oh thank god! Yes please!" The petite brown skinned woman sighed happy that she didn't have to struggle anymore to get the last box of the double boxed cereal.

" No problem. I got you." Corey lightly laughed reaching up grabbing the box off the shelf and placing it in her shopping cart.

" Thank you so much. I swear I was about to give the hell up." Corey laughed as he took in the woman's features she was beautiful. Like 90's beautiful. Simple but breathtaking.

"Your welcome love." He chuckled at her.

" What's your name?"

"Corey, yours?" He reached out to shake her hand.

"Nice meeting you Corey. I'm Yomi."

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[margoteve]

Started with a Kiss - Chapter 1

Rating of the chapter: Teen and Up

Rating of the story: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationship: Donnie x OC (Kara), mentions of others.

Summary:

4 years after Krang's attempt at invading Earth the turtles got a pretty good hang on this whole hero thing. Then a cheeky hacker appears to flip their lives upside down, especially Donatello's.

A/N: Finally the first chapter of the madness I have been writing since November. Kara and Cheryl are HoH/Deaf characters. The dialogue in sharp brackets <> is a conversation done in sign. I am looking for a sensitivity reader btw if anyone wants to help out. I added lines to help with POV switching within the chapter. Also English is my 2nd language and I'm kind of blind to my own mistakes, apologies there. I'm looking for Beta Reader to help me out when I mess up with my plot continuity btw. At the beginning, we also have a villain type who uses 'deaf' as a slur. If anyone wants to be on a tag list for future chapters hmu.

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The deep bass of the faraway music resonated within her bones with each step. The platform pumps clicked over the floor as she confidently headed to her destination. Two brawny bodyguards stopped her and scanned her at the door. She noted their leering glances at her outfit but all she did was narrow her eyes. Better to look at her boobs than her face. She squeezed the suitcase she had in her hand tighter waiting to be given all clear. These assholes were taking their time. She turned around for them and they finally gave her all clear. The door was pushed open and she walked inside. 

“Ah, mademoiselle!” An elderly man, surrounded by even more bodyguards, called to her from the couch. “We were expecting you! Please, sit!” He shouted. He spoke with a thick French accent.

When she didn’t move, he gestured to one of his men to guide her through the spacious office. A large window served as one of the walls, separating them from the noise and vibrations of the nightclub. The decor was modern, minimalistic, all black, silver and some white. 

“Pity, so pretty but as deaf as a jar,” the French men muttered. 

She didn’t react to his voice. She simply set the suitcase on the table and pulled out a slick black phone next to it. Then she clicked the dial and sat down on the sofa across from the client. She crossed her legs and pulled out her own phone, absorbed in whatever was on it. 

“ Monsieur Archambault! A pleasure to be doing business with you,” a robotic voice spoke in monotone French from the device. “As soon as the agreed amount will make its way to the account I am forwarding you now the contents of the suitcase shall be yours.”

“Ah, Hoax, but I haven’t- ” Archambault started saying but his own device vibrated and he carefully looked at his screen. His bank app was open on the money transfer page with a number ready to go. 

“ I’d hurry Monsieur, the message is on autodestruct and then you won’t get another chance,” Hoax instructed further. 

The French man quickly inputted the amount and clicked send. 

You’re a difficult person to negotiate with,” he said.

“ Part of the job, I believe,” the disembodied voice from the phone replied. 

There was a tense moment where no one spoke a word and only the sound in the room was that of texting coming from the girl.

 Suddenly the suitcase clicked and the lock opened. The lid lifted on its own revealing a velvet gray inside with a single microchip encased in a protective, see-through casing.

“This concludes our-” 

Suddenly the room burst from the ceiling. The bodyguards grabbed their boss, hauling him to the door.

“The suitcase!!” Archambault yelled. “Get the suitcase, you idiots!”

Before they could get too far, four large shadows started taking down all the armed bodyguards. Bullets started flying. Men were screaming, the Frenchman being the loudest. The girl made the wise decision and slipped under the table and curled into a ball hoping to get through the mayhem. She didn’t know how long she was under there but the vibrations ceased after a while. And then the table has been ripped from over her. 

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The tip was clear. Tonight at Mon Petite, a nightclub owned by a businessman, Mylan Archambault, a transaction was going to take place between the owner and an elusive computer genius H0AX. The informant was certain that whatever was being traded would be very dangerous. Too dangerous. 

Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello and Michelangelo were notified by the police and asked for assistance in arresting Archambault and if possible - the hacker. The latter was an elusive figure but one that could stir troubles. And also provide an immense amount of evidence.

Donnie was familiar with H0AX, there were stories on the Dark Web even there he seemed to be almost a myth. He was really good. So good, that even Donnie was jealous of some of his achievements. H0AX had no alliance, worked for the highest bidder dancing to his own moral drum and rarely surfaced. One was known, whatever H0AX was selling would cause real mayhem. That usually was the case. 

Archambault would be a cherry on top of that - he has been getting more active in the criminal underworld and the brothers were eager to get rid of him.

Speed was the key. They hit the joint fast and hard before the police got in. They would have their birds tied up neatly to pick up later. 

“Look for the microchip!” Donnie called scanning the room. 

He noticed something, a movement under the coffee table. Slowly, he approached. He aimed the tip of his bō and with a quick, snap of a movement overturned the table sending it flying. Then he froze. 

Under the table, curled up and shivering was a young woman. Long, red hair, thick, flashy makeup and a yellow, skimpy combo of a skirt and a spaghetti strap front tied top that revealed more of her deep dark brown skin than covered. She looked up and her brown eyes widened. Surprisingly, she didn’t scream. Yet.

He quickly crouched down. She was so tiny. His goggles estimated her height to be about 4’10”. 2 feet difference. She must have been terrified of him towering over her like that.

“Um, hi?” He waved. “I won’t hurt you.” He raised his hands up.

Then she signed in response. <Who are you?>

Oh. Donnie quickly went over his memory of ASL and responded. <That’s a bit complicated.>

Despite him not exactly answering her, she relaxed a little. It was always better to be able to understand the giant monster that attacked from the shadow. She watched him curiously.

<I’m Donatello, Donnie.> He fingerspelled his name carefully, going by his memory of the language as he didn't have many opportunities to practice. He was also hoping that despite the difference in fingers number she got it as he introduced himself. <These are my brothers - Raph, Leo and> he paused looking around for Mikey.

The elder brothers were intently watching the whole exchange. It’s been a while since a civilian saw them. There was tension among them.

Suddenly the youngest turtle popped up from behind the overturned desk. “Found it! Oh.” Mikey noted the standstill in the room and the girl. “Hey~” He waved with a flirty smile.

<That’s Mikey.> Donnie finished the introductions. 

She looked a bit confused as he fingerspelled his brothers' names. Yup, definitely a bit of a barrier. 

Still, she waved shyly at them. <I’m Clara.> She returned the favor.

“Ask her what’s she been doing here?” Leo prompted his brother. 

Donnie nodded and repeated the question. Clara sniffled and hugged herself, rubbing her arms. Then she slowly told them her tale.

She was a student, trying to get by and got the job of delivering a suitcase to the club. The employer was anonymous but the pay was so good she couldn’t just pass it up. She had bills and debt to pay off. 

<I- I didn’t know> Her hands were shaking, making the sentences jumbled as she continued. <This- this all happened so- so fast>

<It’s okay,> Donnie tried to comfort her while Raph was scowling in the shadows. He wasn’t exactly buying that story.

“Let’s just tie her up with the others. There’s no way she could be that dumb,” he scoffed. 

“Raph-” Donnie tried to protest. 

“Whoa, bro, come on, look at the chick,” Mikey came to the rescue. “She doesn’t look like a criminal, does she?” 

Raph glared in response. He didn’t buy that. 

“We don’t have time for this. The police will be here soon. Just let her go,” Leo finally decided. “Make sure she doesn’t talk about us, though.”

Donnie relayed that information with an apologetic smile. <I’ll be monitoring social media,> he added to that. <So, you know, we’ll know if it was you. But you’re free to go.>

She smiled brightly. Then she gestured for Donnie to lean down, which he did, and then, much to the shock of everyone, she kissed his cheek, getting a tiny bit onto the corner of his mouth.

<Thank you,> she signed and then, using the opportunity of everyone’s shock, ran. 

Mikey was the first to break the shock. “Dude! If that’s how you get girls I need to learn that hand language!”

The eldest brothers groaned, shaking their heads while Donnie touched his cheek, still deeply confused.

The girl ran, in the hallways, she kicked off the pumps and as she got outside, barely missed the cops. In a trash can, she threw her phone. She dove into the metro station and into the public toilet. It was gross but all she had to do was a quick wardrobe change. From a backpack she hid there she pulled out a hoodie and a pair of jeans and trainers. Next off went the fake boobs and then the red wig revealing green cornrows. Then makeup, a thin layer or clear, foil-like mask lined with golden circuits and the contact lenses revealing her green eyes. She reapplied a fresh gel mask, covering it up with some foundation and powder. She then put on glasses and threw on the hood. Exiting the bathroom was a very different person. 

She hunched and headed to catch her train. 

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"The power and beauty of physical laws is that they apply everywhere, whether or not you choose to believe in them. In other words, after the laws of physics, everything else is an opinion," the professor said loudly. "Great words by a great man! Who can tell me his name?"

While the lecture was going around her, Kara was sketching in her notebook. She turned off her hearing aids as soon as she heard the quote from Neil deGrasse Tyson. In her opinion, he was a condescending jerk who thought he was the smartest man in the world because he got famous. Therefore not worth her time. Her focus could be directed elsewhere. She was planning on dropping that class as soon as she could if the professor thought he was so great.

Suddenly a pencil came into her view, tapping the paper. Kara looked up at the owner of the said pencil.

<What is that?> Cheryl, her best friend since childhood and ASL translator asked. 

The entire page consisted of sketches of Donnie. The other page was shared by Raph and Leo.

<I didn’t know you were into sci-fi… or is it fantasy?> Cheryl tilted her head.

Kara looked at her and her shoulders moved in a sigh. It was a couple of days after the events at Mon Petite. And the only one who knew about it was the young woman next to her because they happened to have been childhood friends.

<I saw them,> she replied. 

<Like actors?> Cheryl frowned. Was someone filming a live-action with practical effects?

<No,> Kara replied, rolling her eyes. <I’ll tell you later.> She tried going back to shading her a Donnie-sketch though keeping half attention at Cheryl.

<Sure, hope you don’t plan on dating any of them, they kinda ugh,> her friend joked.

<Your face is ‘ugh’,> Kara retorted. 

<So, who is your new boyfrieeeend?> Cheryl teased as she leaned in closer, grinning.

<I’m not entertaining you with this.> Kara turned her head away, finishing the conversation. Or at least she thought so but her friend wrote a question on top of her notebook ‘What will you do about the microchip? ’

Kara looked at the other girl and rolled her eyes. <I don’t care, you know they aren't meant to last. I got my money, that's what counts.>

<So…. no monster boyfriend?> Cheryl grinned, back to teasing. <You know if they have a sister maybe~?>

<I will stab you and hide the body in professor Pullman’s closet.> Kara glared and with a quiet huff, went back to her notes.

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Ever since they busted that trade Donnie was working on that microchip they have intercepted. It was fascinating. Also unfinished. He was certain to a layman this would be the most perfect chip in the world. It was a technological marvel. The metals used in it were nothing he has ever seen and no info on it on the net. Nothing. 

It was chilling. If it was released commercially it would have revolutionized the market. His fingers were itching to test it on some of his own devices. Hell, he was already building something to do just that. 

"Hey, Donnie?" Leo popped his head into his nook. "You're gonna join us for dinner before Mikey obliterates it?"

"Mhm, sure, later," Donnie replied in reflex. 

"We haven't seen you out in a bit, have you eaten?" Leo was concerned. When Donnie was getting like this he would just forget about the whole world and his needs. Like food and sleep. 

"Yeah."

"When?" 

"Uh…" He really couldn't remember.

"Okay, that's it."Raph joined in and grabbed Donnie by his arm. "You're eating now." 

"Hey!" Donnie protested but then his legs gave out a little. It was clear he needed to take a break. 

After Leo made him do a couple of stretches, they sat him at the table but even then he couldn't get his mind off of the chip. He just started rambling about the project to them. He was so animated, while his brothers were trying to make any sense of whatever he was saying. 

"It would usher in a complete technological revolution!" Donnie took a bite of pizza in between words barely chewing it. "It processes data so fast not even the human brain could keep up! And it's not even finished!" He stuffed his mouth with cheesy garlic bread and for the moment focused on chewing. It didn't last long. "Hoafs if a comfete fenouf! Efen Bafter Fofman ufed Fang fefnofofy," he spoke with his mouth full. Finally, he swallowed and continued. "If that chip is completely made on Earth that is. I would kill to meet H0AX."

His brothers and father exchanged bewildered looks.

"That's greeeeaaat Donnie…" Leo said slowly. 

"Hey," Mikey snickered. "I think you got a crush on this Hoax dude."

"You are being ridiculous, Micheal," Donnie scoffed. "This is a purely scientific interest! But I would love to pick his brain!"

"When he is behind bars, hopefully?" Leo raised his brow. 

"Oh, sure, yeah, absolutely, pfft when else!" Donnie waved his arm but it was clear he was most likely lying. 

Everyone sighed resigned. It was often better not to inquire too far into Donnie's science. For one's quality of sleep.

Suddenly one of the many of Donnie’s devices made a noise. "Oh! I gotta go! Glitch is streaming!"

He grabbed two more pieces of pizza and rolled them into one then ran off.

"Don't forget to sleep!!" Leo yelled after him. "We have training tomorrow morning!"

"Sure!"

Donnie quickly popped onto his chair and turned on the Twitch. The streams often were more of white noise for him as he worked on his projects. Except for this one, Glitch was a VR streamer. Her avatar was a cute robot with a screen for a face that displayed emoticons and short words. She used a soundboard but was also able to sign in ASL during downtimes and there was always a mod in the chat who would translate it to the audience. 

He quickly popped a quick hello and Glitch excitedly waved then used a Sombra voice line to respond: 

" What are you up to Moira?"

Donnie smiled. Ages ago, when she wasn't as popular as now there was one super late stream at a weird hour. He got the notification and since he couldn't sleep but also couldn't think he hopped to it. There was literally no one else but him and her. She was just playing Hearthstone with AI. She seemed surprised when he popped in but welcoming. They at first chatted about the game itself. She asked him what her next move should be when she was stuck. Then about why he was awake. He didn't expect her to get what he was working on but… she did. Then they talked about the project she was stuck on. It was thrilling. He didn't expect the ideas and the engineering project. They threw around theories and discussed so many things. They spent hours just talking. He was so excited to be able to actually make a connection with someone who knew what he was talking about. Ever since then, he was one of the most loyal viewers. Always first to join and exchange some words. 

It didn't matter who she was. He just hoped one day to meet the real person behind the avatar. 

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Kara left her streaming room and looked at Cheryl. The taller woman was rummaging through Kara's wardrobe, while the owner of the said wardrobe had been working. 

<Adam's been trying to contact me about you again,> Cheryl signed, one hand holding the dress she wanted to try on. <He's obsessed with you.>

<He'll be fine,> Kara replied back. 

<The guy is so hung up on you, it's sad.> Cheryl examined the sequin dress closer. <Are you going to wear this?> She looked up at Kara, wiggling the garment.

Kara rolled her eyes. <It will be like a top on you, you know that.> She tilted her head sceptically. Cheryl was 5’7” while she was below the 5 feet mark. All her ‘mini’ stuff would look ridiculous on her tall friend.

<I am not hearing a no, also you haven't replied to my first question. And you forgot that you promised to explain the turtles you saw in the club.> Cheryl put the dress back into the wardrobe, scavenging for something else briefly. 

Kara waited patiently for her friend to look at her again so she could respond. First off, she flipped off Cheryl. Her face pulled into a frown and her tongue stuck out. <Fine. Remember about 4 years ago there was this portal event and a giant spaceship started assembling in the sky?>

<Who doesn't?> Cheryl frowned and sat down on a bean bag for the story. <You got your drone out to scout it.>

<Yes, and!> She spun in her chair and quickly clicked over some folders then entered passwords. Then she glanced over to Cheryl and gestured to her to come over.

Her friend, curious got up and leaned over. 

Kara brought up a video. It was four turtles, surfing on pieces of the spaceship. They jump around, racing toward the assembly point. 

Cheryl's jaw hit the floor. 

<I didn't know you had this.> 

Kara grinned at her. <This is the best quality footage of them you can get. They are the cryptids of New York. People on the Dark Web have been speculating about them for years! But all you can get is Bigfoot-quality photos and even then they tend to disappear within 12 to 24 hours.> She was basically wiggling in her chair. <I never shared this though. I also know they were the ones behind Shredder's arrest 5 years ago.> Her fingers flew over the keyboard and a couple more photos popped up. 

They were more blurry but had four of the turtles over a storm sewer hole. The one with the orange bandana was already jumping in, behind him red, and purple ones running. Blue one holding the manhole. 

Cheryl was speechless. 

<I know, right?> Kara cackled a little then cleared her throat, wincing and massaged her neck. 

<You bastard.> Cheryl finally reacted. She slapped the shoulder of her friend. <So have you met them in person since then?>

Karaa shook her head. <Only at Mon Petite.> She sighed. <Also Adam actually sucks in bed.>

<He does?> Cheryl tilted her head. She was calculating something in her brain.

<Yep.> Kara nodded solemnly.

Cheryl frowned, pursing her lips. <I need to send a text, hang on.>

Kara rolled her eyes but with a knowing smirk. Her friend was probably trying to undo whatever matchmaking she had done.

Kara turned around in her chair and stood up. Then stretched. She has been sitting at her desk, streaming, for the last couple of hours, her joints hurt and she was itching for some exercise. While her friend was ransacking her more fancy clothing she grabbed a training outfit. She hasn’t visited the dojo in a while. She wondered how people there were. 

Checking the time, she confirmed it should still be open. Putting her trainers on she jogged there.

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“Guys, we uh, we might have a problem…” Donnie entered the main area. 

“Talk to me,” Leo was as usual the first to respond. 

“Remember the girl, Clara?” Donnie swallowed, avoiding looking at Raph, knowing full well what might come after his next sentence. 

“The hot chick?” Mikey pipped up from his drum set. “What about her?”

“She and this is uh, this fun detail… See, I wanted to go through my footage of the mission to get her face cause you know, easier to search for her socials and um.” Donnie hunched down a little. “It was scrambled.”

“Scrambled?” Leo frowned.

Raph’s punching bag hit the wall, thrown off the hook. “I knew it!” Raph yelled. “I knew she was shifty! And none of you believed me!” He was half pissed off, half smug as he was right.

Everyone went quiet while Raph was ranting. 

“What about the footage from around the club, and metro station?” Leo kept his cool. 

“That’s- she goes into the station but she never leaves it. I tried cross-referencing her height and I thought I had something but- a dead end,” Donnie explained quietly, keep working out the scenarios in his head. “She knew what she was doing. The footage was altered somehow.”

“So what? We lost her?” Leo leaned over a chair, his hand squeezing the backrest.

“Not necessarily, there is one more thing I can try,” Donnie procured the microchip. It was still in its see-through case. “I can use this to try and make one more crack at finding her.”

“Alright, I trust you,” Leo let out a breath. 

Donnie nodded and went back to his work. Clara must have been H0AX. This would explain so much. He had her within his reach and just let her go… That brought a bitter taste in his mouth but also excitement. He has been outsmarted by her. That never happened before.

He had to outsmart her back.

He looked at the microchip. Why did she just allow them to take it? Was she so sure they couldn’t trace it back to her? He went over the mechanics of it so many times. Did he miss something? He had to have….

With renewed he dropped down onto his chair getting back to his research.

It was a last-ditch effort, he knew. Carefully he removed the chip from its casing and placed it on his test station. Once more he marvelled over the engineering of it. The see-through elements, the delicate grid of gold. 

He double-checked his equipment. Everything was on, ready to go. He flipped the switch. This time he wasn't checking what the capabilities of the chip were, this time he was trying to find anything that H0AX left behind that would lead him to her. 

He was so focused on his screens that when his eyes fell on the chip again and it started dissolving he jumped up. 

" What the fuck!?" Was it something he did?

"Language!" He heard Mikey's giggle from the main area. 

"Fuck you, Mike!" He yelled back and gritted his teeth. He was racing with time now.

Adrenaline kicked in. He scanned the codes, typing furiously. He had to get as much as he could from it. 

" Shitsshitshit." He couldn't lose this chance now! 

Suddenly, a ping. He looked up at the screen. A signal. That came from their lair. In a split second, he looked at the dissolved microchip and nose-dived for the keyboard to track the signal. It didn't travel far. New York. With one sweep over the keyboard, he had an address. But no name…

Another quick dance of his fingers and he had IP addresses in that building. He was so close. His breathing was heavy and his tongue stuck out, wetting his lips here and there as the tensions grew.

One address looked suspicious. Donnie was leaning closer and closer to the screens typing line after line of code.

Finally, he had it. Not a name but an identity. He sagged a little in his seat. A weird mix of pride but also disappointment swirled inside of him.

Donnie looked at the ceiling thinking. He could give his brothers the address. Two possible outcomes would appear - she would bail again. Go into hiding, possibly forever play hide and seek with him considering just how much dumb luck this discovery was. Or a second option - they would capture her. Hand her over to the police. There she probably would work a deal, go to prison for a bit or be rolled into witness protection and he'd never talk to her again. 

Either way sat a big ill with him. He didn't see it as fair on his side as a vigilante Donnie often toed or even broke laws here and there in order to help people. Or even exist in this world. They existed in a very grey area.

He wanted to talk with her without his brothers present. Pick at her brains. There had to be a third option. A neutral ground where he could approach her. 

With renewed determination, he got to his computer again.

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There were many things April got used to after meeting the turtle brothers. One of them was odd working hours. So, when her comm started ringing she just sighed and picked up.

“Yeah?”

“ Hey, April, sorry for waking you up,” Donnie spoke softly through the speaker. 

“Hey, Donnie, you’re fine,” she sighed and rubbed her face. “What’s up?”

“ I- well, I need to go to a VidCon… .”

“What?” She asked again, not sure if she heard it right. 

“ I’ll explain everything tomorrow at the lair okay? ” He said. “ I’ll let you sleep now.”

“No, Donnie-” she tried to protest but he disconnected. “Great.”

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𝒯𝒽𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝓎 𝓁.𝓉

This is a continuation to ten’s fic I wrote for 23 days of NCT, which you can read here. There will be more chapters to this, so I hope you enjoy!

warnings: mentions of sex.

summary: Your mother hires the most wanted tailor in town to design a new dress for the ball, who turns out to be completely different from what you’d expected. But you couldn’t allow yourself to catch feelings for him, not when you were finally so close to marrying your childhood crush.

Threads of destiny m.list.

“Is everything alright, miss y/n?”

“Huh?”

“Huh?”

“You’ve been locked in your room for about ten minutes now. Do you require my assistance?”

“Please, I'm having trouble with my corset.” You tried fastening it by yourself, but it turns out your arms weren't that long.

The maiden twisted the doorknob, walking in with her head down to avoid any sort of eye contact. Her cold hands slid along your back as she tied up the piece of clothing, triggering memories of what had just happened a few moments ago. Once again, you could feel that warm sensation installing at the bottom of your tummy.

“Mr. Seo looks very handsome, he's dressed in a white suit.” She said with a hint of mischief.

Ah yes, the white suit. A popular tradition amongst the town inhabitants. Whenever a gentleman intended to ask for a lady’s hand, he'd dress in all white to meet with the male in charge of her family.

You knew it was bound to happen, but not so soon, especially after your short encounter with the tailor.

“That’s...great.”

The special corset Ten had confectioned had to be discarded as neither of you knew how to adjust it. You never had the chance to look at the dress with it on, but it didn't look so bad with a traditional one.

“Let’s head out, Miss y/n.” The maid bowed, leading the way to the spiral staircase.

Johnny looked extremely handsome, his black hair perfectly slicked back as he spoke with your oldest brother, his best friend. But for some reason, the butterflies in your stomach didn't awaken at the sight of him like they usually did.

“There she comes.” Your mother stood up from the sofa she was sharing with your father, a bright smile plastered on her face. “You should leave for the ball already, it's getting late.” She encouraged.

Johnny and your father exchanged a firm handshake as if they were sealing a deal. Had he already asked for your hand?

“May I?” He extended his muscular arm your way, your fingers wrapping around it delicately, almost afraid you'd ruin the white fabric if you squeezed too hard. “Let’s get going.”

While riding on the carriage, Johnny was wearing his brightest smile, playing with something inside his pocket.

“You look adorable.”

Adorable. You didn't want to be adorable, you wanted to feel sensual, just like Ten had made you feel almost an hour ago.

‘Stop thinking about him.’

“Thank you, you don't look so bad yourself.” Johnny loved how cheeky you were, it was hard to find a woman like that in a small town like yours.

“I talked to your father.” He declared, unable to contain his excitement. But why couldn't you share his emotions?

“Really?” His hand rested on top of yours, warm as it squeezed your fingers, an improper action for an unmarried couple. Not as improper as letting another man touch your naked body, of course.

‘Stop thinking about him, y/n!’

Throughout the rest of your short trip, none of you brought up the topic again, but his hand remained on top of yours. The ride was calm, no sound but the birds chirping outside. A beautiful spring day.

“We’re here.”

If you’d known what awaited you inside the ballroom, you would've run in the opposite direction as fast as possible.

Not even half an hour into the event, Johnny dragged you along to the dance floor, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly while he gave small steps around the center of the room. Dancing was the only acceptable time where a man could touch a woman, and Johnny never missed the chance to use said privilege.

Normally, you enjoyed being pressed against his muscular chest, but not today. All your mind could think about was the tailor’s body, how well-formed it looked even though it wasn't nearly as big as Johnny's.

“Is everything alright?” Johnny inquired worriedly, his eyes looking for your lost ones. “Are you feeling sick?”

To be honest, you were. All those pairs of eyes staring at you with big smiles made the knot in your stomach tighten. The motive of the party was getting clearer with every person you saw leaning to whisper something to another with their eyes still glued on you.

“Everything’s alright.” You closed your eyes.

Just like your grandma used to say: out of sight, out of mind.

“Sure?”

“Sure.”

Nonetheless, Johnny decided it was best to take a seat, just to avoid any incidents. He sat down with a very pale version of you right at the center of the large table. Something was definitely going to happen.

“You made it!” With a dashing smile, Johnny stood up, walking towards a figure you knew all too well. “Look who’s here, y/n.”

Was this a divine punishment? Cause it sure felt like it.

“The dress turned out better than I expected. Nice to see you again, lady y/n.”

“H-how...?”

“We’ve been friends since we were kids, I recommended him to your mother.”

Ten remained as calm as ever, offering a comforting smile as his friend explained the nature of their relationship. But your mind was drifting to earlier that day when you let a simple tailor like him touch you. Stupid, stupid y/n.

“My lady?” He called for you with his high-pitched voice.

“Huh?”

“If you're not feeling well, I'll call the driver so we can get you home. Parties always come and go.” Your soon-to-be fiancee was about to stand up when you finally snapped out of it.

“I’m fine. You were saying your families had been friends for generations?”

“Oh, yes!” Your sickness was soon forgotten as he resumed the story. “He’s the first son of a foreign aristocrat family, though he gave up the family business to be a tailor. Quite a strange man as you can see.”

“A wealthy tailor, how odd.” It's all you had to say about the newly acquired knowledge.

An hour later, a group of maids came into the ballroom with treats of every flavor and cups of tea with the smallest flowers painted on them. Considering how nervous you were, having Ten just a seat away from you, you stuffed your mouth with every edible item on the long table. Johnny had taken notice of your strange behavior already, but he remained silent, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere the guests had created.

Right after the tea, the long table was quickly taken out of the room by trained butlers, leaving the dancing floor clear for any couple to dance on its elegant and shiny, cedar wood planks.

“May I have this dance?” The band had just installed themselves at a corner of the room, ready to start playing as soon as someone gave them a cue. Everyone seemed to be looking at you, expecting you to be the one to open the dance floor.

“You may.” Your elegant fingers wrapped around his hand, only squeezing lightly, a gesture proper of a lady like you.

As Johnny made his way to the center of the ballroom with your hand still in the warmth of his own, all eyes were fixed on you, the most popular couple in town. You were expected to be married by spring next year, though the idea didn't seem nearly as exciting anymore.

With a hand in the curve of your waist and the other one holding your fingers, he started spinning around, pacing his steps with the melody playing in the background. His chocolate orbs were staring into your soul with a tender smile, anxious for what would be coming after the ballad ended.

“Do you like me, y/n?” He didn't give you time to articulate an answer, the words coming rapidly out of his mouth as the beat started dying. “Because I sure do like you, and even if your feelings aren't as strong as mine, I'll make sure to even them throughout the coming years.” The room was silent, only the crack of his knee echoing through the fancy walls as he kneeled, pulling out of his jacket a small, wooden box with your initials and his written with gold. “Will, you, Lee y/n, do me the honor of being my wife?”

You were supposed to be looking at him, smiling at the good news. But your eyes were busy scanning the room, looking for him. Once your eyes met, he simply smiled, raising the glass of champagne he was holding as if making a toast.

He knew. He knew from the very beginning, and still, he decided to play innocent and steal your precious flower.

“Yes, my dearest Johnny. I'd be honored to spend the rest of my days with you.”

His lips gently pressed against the back of your hand, the sudden warmth of his plush, rosy pillows sending chills through your spine. You turned back to your now-fiancee right when Ten’s hand tightened around the glass, the tips of his fingers turning white from the pressure.

He envied his friend, for he’d never be able to have a lady such as you by his side. After all, despite his family’s wealth, he was nothing more than a simple tailor.

[mooniefics]

— the hands that beckon me

pairing : zeke jaeger / reader

word count : 1.9k

tags : emotional hurt / comfort, relationship discussion, pillow talk, insecure zeke :(

summary : zeke is finally home, on a brief layover from the war, and you both finally get around to having that tough discussion you've been putting off for far too long.

— originally posted 1 / 21 / 21 on ao3 —

"what do you do while i'm gone?"

your skin was still hot from being pressed over his when he asked, thrumming with a warmth you hadn't felt yet craved so deeply for months. you turned to face him from your place on your back in bed, pressing into his side, peering curiously at his profile. you'd missed seeing him like this, out of his ironed, pristine uniform, hair messy from your fingers running through it, sharp features warmed with the flush of passion, unobscured by his glasses, eyes and voice sleepy and relaxed rather than alert and tight with self-awareness.

"what do you mean?" your reply was soft, almost playful to counter his matter-of-fact delivery, reaching out to draw your fingers across his firm, bare chest.

"i mean what keeps you busy? what do you do for fun?"

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the war with the mid-east allied forces had been dragging on for just about two years now, and there seemed to be no end in sight, but after the marleyan army managed to snatch a victory from the jaws of defeat on foreign soil, the news came to your internment zone that the soldiers would be returning on a brief layover as the countries' political leaders decided whether or not they'd be willing to smooth things over in a more peaceful manner.

this afternoon you had been there at the gates with his grandparents, barely able to stand still beside them as all three of you waited wordlessly with baited breath, balancing up on your tiptoes, straining to peek over the crowd to catch a glimpse of him. while others were stood by with looks of unmasked dread—men with clenched jaws and stiff shoulders, women with tears brimming their eyes, children tugging at sleeves and already crying with impatience—you felt an uncontainable joy. it was humbling to look around at all the panicked faces, to remember that not every family had the luxury of your confidence, the almost guaranteed certainty that the one you loved would return. but you couldn't help the blinding smile that broke out across your face as he ambled through the crowd, tired, well-kept, but looking warmly down at you and his family.

you had let him to greet them first, they were his blood relatives after all, but only after he'd finished giving his grandmother a tight hug and exchanging affectionate words did you allow yourself to throw your arms around him, burying your face into his shoulder and breathing in his rich scent of gunpowder, pine, just a faint hint of cigarettes, melting easily into his strong embrace. you and zeke had wandered back alongside the older couple to their home, sharing a calm, easy dinner where zeke relayed what information he could to them about the status of the ongoing battle, but you were just itching to have some time to yourself with him.

you'd spent hours cleaning your quaint little home a few streets down, agonizing over every little detail despite how you knew he didn't mind whatever state it was in, just that you were there. and as soon as you'd both said your friendly goodbyes and made it through the door of your home, he was pulling you along to the bedroom, legs having memorized the path of weaving through the living room and kitchen and down the hall to the door on the left.

he was impatient, as he always was when he was tugging you out of your clothes, but sensual all in the same when he pressed his lips onto yours, murmured soft, longing words in your ear, hands squeezing and grabbing, reacquainting themselves with your soft figure. you both didn't last long—how could you when you were so eager—but felt satisfied all the time after everything was said and done, lowering back onto the mattress, flushed and panting, a faint sheen of sweat shimmering over your skin. his question just now had puzzled you. it was simple, but you knew it hid something deeper, he'd never asked something of that nature in all the time he'd been coming back and going away.

"well.. not much really. i go to work at the jewelry shop, have tea with your grandmother on thursdays, wander around the market if i feel up to it, help mary from down the street with her boys if she needs it."

you faltered at the mention of her, not remembering whether you'd seen her husband when you'd met with zeke at the entrance to the zone. you forced yourself not to frown. how selfish of you, you didn't even bother to check on her before you allowed yourself to be whisked away for the night.

he seemed to notice your sudden dismay, wrapping a comforting arm around you as he spoke, "you mean aksoy?" you nodded. "he made it back on the train alright. drunk off his ass, but alive."

you breathed a small sigh of relief, offering up a small smile at him. "good to hear."

and though his lips curled back in a similar expression, it didn't quite reach his eyes, and you only felt further perturbed by how his gaze briefly flickered elsewhere. "why do you ask?" you prompted, fingers trailing up his neck to rest at his jaw, gently turning him to face you again.

"just curious, is all.."

you could sense that he was lying, but about what you didn't quite know. "come on, zeke, we've known each other since we were kids. you don't think i know when you're hiding something?"

he hummed, the corners of his eyes creasing as an easy, genuine grin graced his features. "i apologize for underestimating your lie detecting skills."

you couldn't help but giggle softly at his words, thumb stroking over his warm cheek, body fitting perfectly against his. he was really here. finally, after all this waiting, he had come back to you, even if only for a few weeks that would surely fly past in an instant.

"i don't really know how to say this.." he seemed uncharacteristically sheepish, grey eyes traversing over your face, onto a far wall of the room, then up to the ceiling for a brief moment before it finally wandered back to you, "i guess you could say it started with me feeling a bit guilty, leaving you here all by yourself."

"i can bear the wait, you know that. as long as i know that i'll get to see you." for now, came the silent addendum.

he had three years left, barely a quarter remaining in his term, but you didn't broach the topic, and he seemed just as content putting off the discussion as you were. your relationship was easy, in a sense. there was never any squabbling over when the two of you would move in, or when he would retire from his position and settle down, milestones such as marriage and children were never issues. but there were days where you wished they were, though you'd never admit it.

just like how you'd never admit to the warm burn of envy that sparked to life when a man came into the shop you worked at searching for a ring for his partner, a spark that inevitably gave way to a cool emptiness settling deep into your chest, swallowing up your heart and balling an uncomfortable lump in your throat by the time you'd helped him choose out just the perfect jewel and sent him on his way.

"i know that, but," he swallowed, licking his lips, "sometimes i'm afraid that you're getting bored."

"bored?" the word felt strangely odd on your tongue, your own eyes blinking at him.

"bored." he reaffirmed, frowning slightly as he continued, "you see other people your age—our age—every day, don't you? when you go to the market, when you're at work, hell, even when you're spending time with your friends, you see people with lives, with structure." you knew the exact words that were coming next, but the impact of them hurt all the same. "people who don't have the thought of how time is running out hanging over their head."

it was you who turned away this time, feeling your lower lip tremble, eyes suddenly watering despite how you wished not to cry. all those complicated feelings you'd pushed down in favor of relishing in your feigned ignorance, of pretending that zeke was just a normal soldier with normal duties who was just lucky enough to come back each time. you'd always politely brushed your friends off when they'd pestered you of the absence of a ring on your finger, asking when you'd have children of your own rather than always being there to help them take care of theirs, you swept their concerns aside with a rehearsed smile because you didn't want to come to terms with the fact that you wanted those things for yourself.

the pill of zeke's looming mortality was hard enough to swallow on its own, all without mentioning how the love you shared was so rich yet so fleeting, fruitful yet futile all at once. you had no words to offer him, but your silence seemed to be enough of a reply, a forlorn, almost remorseful look settling over his handsome features.

"perhaps— perhaps you should search for someone else." you felt your stomach knot and twist, sorrow bubbling up like a geyser from below, biting at your cheek as to not let your shaky breaths spill from your mouth, "you're beautiful, it would really be no trouble at all for you to find someone—someone who can give you a good life. a fulfilling life."

"but.. there's still time left, isn't there?" your voice was quiet, thick with restrained tears, "there's still time for us."

"it isn't fair to you."

"it wouldn't be fair to you either if i left now." your brows knitting together, expression strained as you felt warmth trickle down your face, dripping down your chin onto his shoulder. "do you want me to leave?"

he looked away, hesitating just enough to make more droplets bead at your lashes before he shook his head, drawing a crooked finger across your cheek to catch a few stray tears. again, that disdain at your own selfishness came. he was worried for you, ruminating own his own impending death, trying to soften the blow of it for you at the expense of his own happiness, yet all you could do was cry at the thought of parting with him in any voluntary way.

"you're the one i want." you whispered, sniffling, "i knew what i was getting into at the start of all this, the things that i would miss, the things i would have to give up on, but they can wait. i can't be without you, not if i know that i can spend a single moment longer like this, loving you."

the sun had sank low in the sky, light abandoning the two of you in the dark of your room, alone with your shared, trembling breaths, his frown and distant eyes, your tears and imploring gaze. you felt weary in many ways as you allowed yourself to settle back onto his chest, closing your eyes at the feeling of his arm tightening its grasp around you, holding you close, a silent plea to stay just as you were.

he didn't speak, not another word of uncertainty exchanged, but you knew that he understood. he was here, and as long as that was the case you would always wait, keep turning down the hands that beckoned you, rescind your domestic desires for the sake of clinging to this one rare, importunate, lovely thing you had—clinging to him.

[wornoutmouse]

@midoriyaprofessionalslut

I can't even begin to describe the ask I received so I'm just going to leave screenshots😅😅

Also in the new mha season, I thought Tsu was being petty when she called Mineta Grape-Juice and Shoji Tentacle. But nope, those are their hero names.

Side note: I feel like when Mineta gets old and knows how to work his quirk better, he'll be able to control if they stick or not.

Slight racism, usual smut.

NOT PROOF READ SO LET ME KNOW IF U SEE SOMETHING

 If you imagine Mineta as in the picture above and with a mature voice, this is more enjoyable. Or you can imagine someone else entirely.. Cause even as someone who's tolerant to Mineta I can't imagine him getting any hoes much less smashing (at least not on top). It would be like watching a chiwawa top a mastiff. 

"This is some bullshit." You shuffle through various papers on your desk, each containing the receipts of Pro-Hero Grapejuice's celebratory purchases. Most of it was random appliances that could in no way be used on a day-to-day basis, but there were others….a shiver goes down your spine, there were others that were just downright perverted. "What even is a nub tickler?" 

Being an accountant was something you were good at, the numbers came easy and it was interesting to see the income and ways of business that different people in power displayed. Planning meetings and getting the occasional phone call made everything a breeze, but it wasn't what you wanted to do. Or in better words, this was not whom you wanted to work for. Even being number 6 causes the workload to be higher than should be physically possible in the hero world. That's one of the reasons you never gave praise to the rankings because no matter how low in the chain, a hero’s work is always taxing. 

Shifting in your seat you look at the analog clock on your desk. 3:45, you were supposed to come to work at 5:30 which means you once again have no time to sleep. Having these late nights had increased 10 fold whenever Mineta went up in rank even by a little. His way of celebrating was spending his money carelessly and leaving you to fix the balance. Though you supposed it may be your fault for never objecting when he barged in your office showing his trinkets as well as leaving his credit card.

"Yeah, it's time to go." You muttered as you read the words, "Dwarf Cow in the left lot of Wisconsin."

 The next hour, you take a detour from your office for the first time in months. Heading down the hall you watch the walls go from the pale greys to deep purple and violet splotches splattered along the wall before it inevitably melds into solid purple walls as you get closer to the front door of his office.

Hesitantly you knock on the door and wait until a muffled "Come in." Rings through the thick wood. The room itself was just as flamboyant as the walls leading to it. A beautiful fuchsia carpet on the floor made you realize that calling in your two weeks would have been better than walking into the Willy-Wonka factory that was this office. Various spherical decorations hung from the chandelier, and even something as simple as the legs of his desk was made up of crystal spheres.

The man himself sat perfectly balanced on a large purple ball most likely of his own creation, meanwhile, various children sat around him slipping and sliding on smaller balls in an attempt to copy him. "Ah, here is my beautiful assistant!" The compliment made you cringe as you fiddled with the end of the sleep-wrinkled white blouse you had worn for 2 days straight. "Can we talk sir? It is important." Mineta raised an eyebrow at your formal speech before shrugging. 

In an extravagant display of balance, Mineta does a handstand on the ball with one hand before flipping to the other side. "Well kids it's time for me to get done as a hero’s job is never over and blah blah blah the gift shop is giving out free plushies and you can keep your ball." The teacher does her best to usher out her students and the sound of childish screams resound down the hallway even though the door was shut. "How can I help you Y/n?" Mineta offers you his ball to sit on and you reluctantly take the offer as you grate in multiple directions in order to stay afloat. 

Mineta watches you with hidden interest as he interlocks his hands underneath his chin. "I didn't know you even knew my name?" Mineta Laughs exposing his annoyingly perfect teeth. It was hard to associate this face to the pictures you see when you search for his early years. "Of course I know your name, I stole your nameplate off your desk 2 months ago." Ah, so that's where it went  "What was it you wanted to talk about?"

You sighed, "I would like to put in my two weeks." Mineta goes slack-jawed before composing himself "Why?" Mineta looked at you earnestly, completely confused on why you'd want to abandon your post as his secretary- I mean assistant. "Working for you has become a hassle with your lack of financial maturity." Mineta mock shivers, "Oo big words, me no likey." Mineta hops onto his desk as if he weighed nothing more than paper and squats in front of you, "How about this, you don't quit and instead help me learn how to...how did you say it? Be financially mature." You lean back in your chair unconvinced that he was taking this seriously.

With the final nail ready to be hit, Mineta adds, "How about I give you a raise of 10 percent and a promotion?" You stand up in your chair with an eager grin, "That sounds great!" Mineta smirks to himself but you did not pay any mind to it. "Great, how about we discuss this over food, dinner date?" Your internal celebration screeches to a halt, " Dinner Date-" Mineta looks at you shocked, "Dinner date? Great idea, why didn't I think of it myself!?" A firm hand slides you towards the door as Mineta starts a complimentary speech giving you no room to object, "This is why I need you, you're so smart, I wish I was like you, tomorrow at 11?" You sputter trying to slip past his arms, "11 but I-?!" Mineta loudly gasps again, "There you go doing it again I'm so lucky to have you, tomorrow at 11 my treat!"

The door is shut in your face and the sound of the lock clicking seals your fate. What did you get into?

Cut to 4 years later and you are still not sure of that answer. Simply being bis accountant you had a glimpse of his perverted tendencies, but as his girlfriend, it was further exposed to depths you never could have found yourself imagining. You shuffle papers in the printing room as you do your best to ignore the faint tingling sensation in between your legs. Yet another whim you found yourself following on Mineta’s behalf despite the ever-present fear of being caught. The vibrator comes to life before going back down as quickly as it came. You toss a middle finger to the camera in the top corner of the room knowing he was watching.

"Miss L/n, can I ask you something?" You slap your arm down to your side in embarrassment. I hope he didn't see that.  Your coworker walks up to you holding a small stack of papers. "Yes, how can I help you?" The man shows you various forms as he talks, for once you were thankful for Mineta not embarrassing you in front of others. "Oh I see where you went wrong, this right here would be a 20% increase, not 18%." The man applauded you and graciously wrote down your explanation. "Thank you so much, my name is Kaminari by the way." 

"Ah hello, Kaminari, and no worries I'm always glad to help!" You turn back as your papers finally scan through but can't help notice Kaminari lingering. "Say Y/n?" You open your mouth to respond only to close it again as the vibratory comes back to life strongly. "Hmmm?!" Kaminari peers at you, your reaction was strange but he couldn't figure out why. "Um, never mind, have a nice day Miss. Y/n, maybe we can get together over coffee or something?” You shrug turning away from Kaminari in fear of your eyes rolling up. The man sways from foot to foot awkwardly before leaving the printing room. 

Snapping out of your personal flashback, you look over at your fiance signing autographs for his adoring and objectively feminine fan base. While it was extremely unnerving how unknowingly close they were to your home, you weren't resentful of their gushing.

Your engagement and your overall relationship had not been made public in fear of your personal life being exploited by paparazzi. That doesn't mean, however, the next thing you witness doesn't get your blood boiling.

A girl, no older than maybe 22 waltzes up to Mineta with the confidence of Muhammad Ali in a ring match. Her raven black hair fell flawlessly down her back with not a single split end. Almond eyes decorated with precise coal blink rapidly to draw attention to her seemingly natural eyelashes. With 4 inch wedges. a black halter top, and cuffed jean shorts, it was clear she was someone on a mission. She effortlessly pushes past the nearby fans as they stop to quack at her rivaling beauty. A smirk draws itself with her soft pink lips as she hears people muttering around and about her.

"Wow she's so pretty"

"They would look good together just look at them."

"Ugh, such an attention whore, not giving the rest of us a chance!"

"I bet a 20 she's his type."

"Is she famous?"

The chatter comes to a close as the girl hands Mineta a notebook, "Can you sign right here?" Mineta flips open the book and his eyes widen a fraction before he puts on his heroic voice, "Wow it looks like you got all of Japan's heroes in this book!" The girl smiles as she watches Mineta scratch his signature, "Don't be afraid to leave your number in there too Mr. Minoru." Mineta pauses at the statement for continuing his elaborate handwriting, "I don't think that would be very plus ultra of me so I'm gonna have to pass." Smug pride fills your chest as you watch the annoyance cross the girl's face.

Mineta finishes signing and hands her back her book, she, in turn, forces a small piece of paper in his hand before holding his chin and kissing him. At that moment nothing else mattered but beating that bitches ass as you yanked her black hair and dragged her to the ground. "This ain’t Wattpad bitch get your hands off of him!!" You turn to Mineta making him flinch with a sharp glare as you yank her hair again, hopefully pulling a few strands out. "You just gonna let her kiss you and not do anything!?" Mineta stretched his hands towards you cautiously, "Y/n calm down, if you would have given me a chance I would have settled it-" "No, settle it now!"

Your rage is diminished by the judgmental looks coming from the fans and you realize your brazen display was out of order.

"Who is she"

"I think she's the secretary l, so why is she so mad"

"Delusional just cause you're with him all the time doesn't mean you're together"

"I hope he fires her."

"This is why we shouldn't let them in Japan"

The girl whose hair you have in a chokehold stands up unbalanced before pushing your hands from her hair. Satisfied at the disheveled look of her previously perfect strands, you turn to walk back to Mineta, your anger having been sated, "Black Bitch." You turn around and go charging towards the girl again grinning when she flinches. Your rampage is stopped as Mineta wraps his arms around your waist and picks you up, "Sorry for the disturbance, we deeply apologize!"

It's almost comical how your mouth spews vulgarity that would make a sailor blush as Mineta drags you behind your apartment building. He ushers you through the back door leading to the washroom, "I can't believe she'd do that in front of me, and you let her!" Mineta shuts the door quietly, leaning his ear against it to listen out for any lingering fans. You sit on top of a washer still ranting as your blood cools down. "The nerve of some of these people is outrageous, even if she doesn't know about us that is still sexual harassment!"

Mineta doesn't look at you and instead peeks through the blinds lining the washroom windows. "I think they are gone, come on." The two of you sneak out the door and walk at a moderate speed all the way back to your front door. In hindsight, you knew that causing a scene like that was a bold move on your part. If anyone was recording the whole ordeal you knew Mineta’s name and possibly yours would be in the headlines by later this evening. 

As the last one entering, you lock the door behind you, forehead scrunched together with apprehension. "Mineta I'm sorry, I don't know what got into me. I just saw her touching you and saw red." You face away from the door with an earnest look on your face. Mineta has a cheeky look on his face that can only mean trouble. Despite your similar slim build and height, Mineta easily corners you against the door. "I know exactly what got into you." Mineta’s pointer finger taps your nose. "Jealousy."

You sighed, putting your head down nodding, "Yeah, it's not that I don't trust you, it's just-" "shhh." Mineta lips your head back up with a hand under your chin. "It's fine Y/n. It's not like I expected a perfect little cocksleeve like you to be okay with sharing." You stare blinkingly at Mineta. 'Oh, he's in one of those moods huh?' As expected from such a fiend like Mineta, he was quite possibly hard the whole time he was watching you beat that girl's ass, and for some reason that irked you even more. “Mineta I’m being serious.” The words leaving your mouth did not phase Mineta, he holds your hips and pulls you close to him in order for you to feel his bulge. 

“Oh come on, after seeing you be so possessive for me, how can you not expect me to be a lil turned on?” Mineta’s hands circle your ass before slapping it, “Made me feel special.” Rolling your eyes you lean into the lingering kisses he begins to leave on your shoulder. His grip tightens as he shuffles you to the nearest surface. “Makes me feel all giddy inside to know that you do this only for me and no one else.” Minoru unbuttons your dress pants and removes your belt, “But doing that in front of all those people was stupid.” A shiver travels up your arms from the feeling of lips caressing your ear. Mineta dips his hand into your cotton panties and immediately draws attention to your clit.

“Look at me, Mineta Minoru with a girl like you that would fight for me. Who would have thought?” You ball your fists on the table, hanging your head low. “You’re not going to make this easy for me are you?” Mineta slips his other hand beneath your blouse to cup your breasts. Short l  rub down your slit collecting your slick. The feeling was warm and buzzing just underneath your skin, the bastard was well trained on how to slowly but surely bring your pleasure to its peak and hold you there. Your muscles begin to feel more and more like jelly, you sigh “Oh God..” Mineta pushed his body further on yours, rutting against your body. Up until now, his other hand was simply resting on your skin but once impatience overcame him, he used it to pull down your pants. 

“You know this will be in articles tomorrow right?” Two fingers curl inside of you making you squeal, “Y-Yes!” Something hard and slick smacks against your bare ass as Mineta removes the bottom half of his hero costume. “So how are you going to compensate me for what I’ll have to deal with tomorrow?” You turn your head to the back with a small pout on your face, “She shouldn’t have touched you.” Mineta coyly smiles before pressing your head down against the table. “You should have let me handle it.” 

Mineta was an average of 5 inches in length with conservative girth. But so far he’s been the only man that really added proof that size doesn’t matter. Mineta pulls away from you and leans down to riffle through his pants. You hear a crisp pop of a cap being opened and a slick splatter is heard afterward. A shaky breath leaves Mineta’s lips as he lubes his cock up. Penetrating is a struggle at first, the longer it takes for him to push it in the more both of you become frustrated until he finally pulls your waist back against himself. “S-So good!” The pleasure causes his childhood lisp to slip through as he waits for you to acclimate to the stretch. 

You shift your feet when Mineta refrains from moving. "Tsk, you really don't understand the meaning of patience do you?" Your hands suddenly become cool to the touch as Mineta covers them with medium sized spheres temporarily gluing you to the table. "Mineta this isn't fair! Please just a little bit to the left!" Now having you helpless Mineta puts one hand on your back while stroking the base of his cock. "It's not about being fair, it is about teaching a sneaky brat like you to know their place." Mineta begins to move but it's not right, he needs to go more to the left, "Mineta what are you even talking about!?!" 

A sigh leaves Mineta's lips, "Don't think I forgot about that slick shit you tried to pull with Kaminari." Mineta watches your ad shake and bounce everytime your hips meet. Your arms twitch and pull at themselves wanting to find purchase on the flat surface. Groans leave your lips as Mineta comes closer to hitting your spot,  "Slick shit?! Y-You're the one that wanted to do that stupid little piano in the first place!" You couldn't see it but Mineta had a deep seated glare on his face. He loops his fingers underneath his yellow scarf and rolls it around long ways. 

"I'm really tierd of your mouth. What you think because I let you beat that girl out their I'll let you beat me?" The middle of the scarf is put in your mouth and your head is pulled back by it. Mineta holds both ends of the scarf to slam into your cunt. "Just a greedy little bitch aren't you?" You scream into the cloth as Minetas cock finally hits your spot just right. The constant pulling on the corner of your mouth burned everytime the fabric rubbed against the sensitive flesh. Your feet rise to your toes in a fruitless attempt at getting a break from the pleasure. Mineta holds his scarf in one hand and pushes down your waist. "Didnt you want this? Don't run from it now."

Your pussy squelched around his cock the faster he went making you go cross eyed. "Fuck you feel so damn good.  The table rattled and scraped across the floor with every thrust. "oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Your nails scraped the table as you closed your fist, had you had claws it would have been a whole different story. You beared down on his cock, trying, begging to feel more inside of your walls as he moved faster. Suddenly your argument fel worth it.

Mineta knew many things about himself. He knew his birthday, he knew where he was in life, and he knew he had come 6 minutes ago and was bordering hysteria as he pumped his overestimated cock into your wet heat. Each drag made years collect in his eyes.  Tiny whimpers left his lips and his hands squeezed your sides harder and hard.  "So fucking warm. Squeezing down on my dick like that." 

He bowed his head and rested on your back,  kissing the sweaty skin as he pushed through the painful pleasure.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Mineta slaps your ass  before pulling out and shoving his fingers inside your pussy. "Cum for me, Y/n. That's it cum on my hands." Mineta's fingers were the only thing that never really grew on him. They were relatively short but thick so even three of them were able to stretch your hole the way you needed. 

"Y-Yes, right there shit!" Your cum drips down his arm soiling the fabric there as you squint around him, "That's it give it to me." Mineta buried his face in your pussy licking you clean like a man starved. It wasn't until you whined did he stop and pull his fingers out. 

Luckily for you, his spheres were just about coming close to their time constraint. You stand up rubbing your wrists and drinking some water Mineta brings you. A snort captures your attention and Mineta holds up his phone, "Not even an hour." Writing in thick bold words read. 

"Obsessive Secretary Snaps on Camera!"

You snort, "I'm the obsessive one huh?" It was going to be a long day tomorrow 

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survival of the fittest. spencer reid.

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“ If they were to somehow get out of here alive, she was certain it would only be one of them. ”

three hours earlier

Y/N was ready to go home - more than ready. They'd gotten back from a hard hitting case in Boston, touching down by early afternoon meant they were expected back at the HQ, which henceforth meant piles of paperwork were in their future. Y/N knew her complaining would only go reprimanded by Hotch, so she kept to herself in her cubicle, shoved into the corner of the bullpen, and desperate to get the documents out of the way.

Over the scribbling of her pen, she heard the mutterings of Morgan and Reid's conversation beside the latter's desk not too far away from her own. She sighed in defeat, because she knew she wouldn't be able to resist joining them, especially when the opportunity arose to take the mickey at Spencer.

When it did inevitably arise, she pushed herself away from her desk and allowed the wheels on her chair to escort her over to the men. At the sound of jagged rolling, Morgan stepped aside to make space for her to insert herself, a snide smug painted on his face.

"Did I just hear the word 'Spencer' and 'girl' in the same sentence?" She asked, leaning on the armrest to shove her shit-eating grin into Spencer's face; he only rolled his eyes and gave an insincere 'ha ha'.

"Your ears did not deceive you, baby girl," Morgan said, receiving a smack on the arm from Spencer. The warning stare he gave him almost made Y/N stop pestering him. Only almost.

"Oh my! Spill the beans, who is she?" Y/N gushed, steering her chair even closer to the Doctor while Morgan watched on amusedly.

"There isn't a she," he grumbled, head bowed to his paperwork in the hopes that if he ignored the Agents they'd just go away.

"...a he?"

"No!" Spencer exclaimed, snapping his head upwards.

"Hey! It's no skin off my nose, Spence."

He groaned, then turned back to his work and allowed for Morgan and Y/N to exchange a glance as they both tried to hold back snickers at their friend's flustered existence.

She stayed huddled around with them for a few more minutes, but as soon as she saw the clock hit 5, she jumped from her chair and kicked it back to her desk. Announcing that she was off, she began to gather and pack her things. While she did so, she heard Spencer make the same announcement.

"You're off earlier than usual," she called back, "let me guess... Doctor Who marathon?"

Spencer's smile gave him away; Y/N chuckled and draped her coat over her shoulders, standing by his desk while he adjusted his satchel.

"Busy man," she commented, then proceeded to listen to whatever sci-fi related ramble Spencer was emitting, interjecting with exclamations of intrigue or surprise whenever she deemed suitable (they were all timed guesses, but she didn't waver once).

"...Christopher Eccleston is actually the second favourite, despite the fact that a lot of people skip his season, but he has a 52% popularity–"

"Wait, why do people skip his season?"

"Oh, because he preceded David Tennant. He's the favourite, with a 69% popularity."

"Ha, 69," Y/N muttered under her breath with a crude smirk. Spencer only gave a restrained smile and raised his eyebrows. The two fell into a silence, except from a 'thank you' Y/N said softly when Spencer opened the door for her.

The elevator button illuminated under her touch, and they stood in front of the steel doors, awaiting their opening. Y/N tapped her foot senselessly, and Spencer rolled on the balls of his heels.

In amidst the silence, Y/N looked up to Spencer and they exchanged a warm smile. The beep of the elevator distracted them, and after stepping aside to let people out, they ambled in and finally relaxed when the doors closed on them again.

"Today was relentless," Y/N sighed, checking her watch.

"Have any plans?" Spencer asked, out of courtesy.

"Well, I have to head to the repair store to pick up my phone, but after that there's leftover Chinese food in the fridge with my name written all over it," she chuckled.

"What happened? To your phone?"

"Morgan happened," was all she said. Spencer joined in on her judgement even though he didn't know the story, he did know that 'Derek Morgan' was simply a reason in itself that didn't warrant an explanation. Then, they lulled in the return of silence.

It wasn't until the elevator jerked and came to a sudden stop that the two spoke again.

"That's not right," Spencer muttered, and he immediately began to jab at the ground floor button before Y/N smacked his hands away, because she was already deep in a panic, so it was even worse when the next astounding jerk hit. She screamed when they were thrown off balance, and hoped she hadn't got a concussion from where she collided with the back wall upon the motion.

"What the hell?" She panted. They came to a still, but it made her even more nervous because she knew they hadn't been in there long enough to reach their floor. That, and the fact that they had just ripped through the air at about a hundred miles per hour.

Spencer's eyes furrowed, and he licked his lips in the way he did when he was focused on something. Judging by the way he assessed the doors, Y/N thought he was about to pull some thwarted stunt, or more likely reel off some facts about steel.

"I think something's wrong," he mumbled.

"No shit, Sherlock,"

"Ah, elementary my dear Watson," Spencer replied so quickly that Y/N was almost inclined to believe it made any sense.

"Did you know that Sherlock Holmes never actually said that? Sir Arthur Conan Doyle never wrote those words, they were only adapted into the movies years later-"

"Oh my god, Spencer, are we stuck in this elevator?" Y/N shrieked, her knuckles whitening under her tight clutch of the hand rails on the wall: half from fear and the other from frustration.

"Oh, uh, yeah, I think so."

Upon Spencer's bluntness, she stepped forward, desperate for any attempt of an escape plan, she began pressing the ground floor button repeatedly; when that didn't work, she resorted to aimlessly smashing all the buttons on offer. 

"That's– that's really not gonna do anything," Spencer said in the background.

"Do you have a better idea?" She snapped, turning to him with a glare before resuming her actions.

"Try the - try that one!" He pointed to the red button with an alarm bell engraved on it, and Y/N felt stupid under his stare for not noticing it before. She pressed it, and the ringing noise that emitted from it seemed to do nothing but that: ring. She was certain someone was supposed to come to their aid through a speaker, so she pushed it continuously, but derived nothing further. At least she gained some comfort in the panic of Spencer's voice that told her he was shitting himself as much as she was.

"It's not doing anything!" She cried, and when he leaned over her and pressed it too, she bit her tongue and raised her eyebrows to tell him 'see?', infuriated at the fact that he thought she could be somehow pushing a button wrong. But, then again, she'd have been even more angry if he'd done it and it had worked.

When it didn't, she alternated to the next best thing.

"Help!" She yelled, slamming her palms against the doors. She didn't know what floor they'd been wedged at (or even if they were just floating in some space between levels), but someone had to hear them; they were bound to...right?

Spencer seemed to think so at least, because he was joining her in pounding his fists on the steel. Sooner rather than later, the harsh echo made Y/N's ears ring, so she stopped and took a step back.

"Well, this is great," she sighed, slumping in a lean on the wall as she rubbed her temples.

"I'm gonna miss Doctor Who," Spencer whined, pouting.

Y/N just rolled her eyes at him and told him to call somebody. She was sure she'd seen JJ just before they left, still huddled in her office; hopefully she'd be able to call maintenance and they could be released from this death trap of a machine.

"I can't, my phone died. Use yours."

"What?"

"My phone's flat, can you use yours?"

Y/N just stared at him. She decided to give him the benefit of the doubt because the adrenaline rush of panic can make memories a bit hazy, but her skin was flustering under the rage she was feeling, her forehead was already beginning to perspire and the walls were so small and entrapping and - is it hot in here or just her?

"My phones at the store," she reminded him through gritted teeth, and watched his composure fall in both comprehension and defeat.

"Great," he remarked.

"Oh, like it's my fault?"

"Well, it's not mine."

"And it's not mine either so don't talk to me like that!"

It was only a short exchange, but it made Y/N's blood boil; if they were to somehow get out of here alive, she was certain it would only be one of them.

Spencer gulped, and Y/N was sure that had he the opportunity to he would be storming away right about now, but unfortunately for the both of them that wouldn't be happening anytime soon. The wonderful reality of this hitting Y/N, she kicked off her shoes and planted her bum down on the floor.

Spencer looked at her curiously while she did this, then quirked his lip and proceeded to do the same. He used his satchel as a pillow to support his head, and sighed loudly (it seemed deliberate just how exaggerative it was).

"No one is ever gonna find us here," Y/N said.

"We're not dying–"

"You don't know that. We could be suffocating as we speak-"

"Suffocation is impossible in elevators: the cars are designed not to be airtight and there's vents that allow air to move in and out," he pointed up at the grated opening above Y/N's head. At being proved wrong by Spencer and his big, unfathomable brain, she crossed her arms much like a stroppy toddler and even pouted her lip.

"We could still die," she mumbled.

"The statistics of that are still very unlikely; in fact, the people that die the most in elevators are elevator technicians themselves. An average of 26 people die in elevators every year in America–"

"And you're ready to be one of those 26?"

"We're not going to be. We won't suffocate, and it hasn't fallen."

"Yet," she said. "Plus, theres other ways to die. Like, I don't know, murder perhaps?" She said with a potent glare in his direction. He gave her a blank stare partnered with a sarcastic smile, one that only made Y/N more devoted to her other-ways-to-die initiative.

"We just have to wait a while... Did you know the longest duration of time someone was stuck in an elevator was 41 hours? Nicholas White. And all he had to eat was a packet of Rolaids."

More than accustomed to tuning out Spencer's rambles, Y/N barely heard what he was talking about, in a dazed trance where she was focused intently on where the paint didn't match the wall, she was so invested she almost missed what he said.

"Wait... oh my god. Do you have food?" She asked, sitting up from her subsided posture.

Spencer's face softened in dread, which didn't bring any aid nor optimism to their situation.

She watched him sit forward, shoving hands into the pockets of his blazer, coat, trousers and pulling out nothing but a few crumpled pieces of paper. Y/N matched him with an empty gum wrapper and a Walmart receipt displaying a concerning amount of pregnancy tests she had purchased last month.

"Do I even wanna know?" Spencer asked, chucking it back to the ground with a grimace as if it was riddled with germs (it probably was but, still).

"All you need to know is that I'm not pregnant," Y/N scoffed, almost amicably, but her eyebrows creased and she was back to a fuck everything this sucks expression in less than a second.

"Well we can't survive on this."

"You really haven't brought any food?" Spencer pestered.

"No, I had Chinese leftovers on the cards for tonight. And I don't see you offering anything up; what's your excuse?"

Spencer only groaned, again. He kicked his feet out and let his head fall onto the wall back in the same place. He ran a hand through his hair, and the scarce gel he had used to keep it in place disassembled around his face in random strays of curls. The sight of him relaxing like he was settling in for the night didn't appease Y/N one bit.

While Spencer closed his eyes, Y/N got to her feet and decided slamming on the door again was a better pastime. Spencer, however, did not agree.

At the banging, Spencer's eyes shot open and his body shook in alarm. His eyes darted around the space frantically until they landed on Y/N's figure aligned with the doors on which she was unleashing hell. If yelling could open an elevator, they'd have been out in a jiffy.

"I think we've established that doesn't help," Spencer said.

"Then you help!" She shouted, continuing the thrashing of metal.

"How?"

"I don't know!" Her shriek echoed, and she yet again gave up on the violence. "Use that big brain of yours and find us a way out of here."

"The 7 steps to surviving being stuck on an elevator are fundamental; we've already done them. They include pressing the open button, the alarm and call button. We still have our light source, otherwise finding one would have been number two. We've tried yelled for help. The only one we haven't done is stayed calm," he said with a heavy emphasis in her direction. Currently, she was the epitome of panic.

Y/N furrowed a brow at him, "That's six. What's number seven?"

She watched Spencer inhale deeply before he told her, "wait it out."

Y/N felt her heart sink. The possibility of her going insane while being confined within this space was only increasing as the minutes passed by. And with that, she felt like oxygen was depleting alongside it. She took a big breath to remind her that there was still air to breathe, and Spencer caught sight of it.

"Are... are you claustrophobic?"

"No!"

His eyes widened at her outburst, and he even raised his hands in defence should the situation present itself, which was looking pretty inevitable.

"I'm not, I just... get a little... panicked, that's all."

"You don't say," he murmured, and —with a grunt— got to his feet again. He treaded towards the damned doors. Y/N thought he was going to bang on them again, and she took front-row seat on the floor to watch the imprudent, futile attempt. Instead, Spencer's long arachnid-like fingers dug into the crevice of the doors and he tried to pry them open. This was an even vainer approach; his strained groans showed such.

"It's no use. We're gonna be here for a while. I can offer you a juice carton," Y/N spoke, making Spencer turn attentively at the word 'juice'. He looked down to where she was rummaging through her bag and depositing a few random objects while she did so. In a very Mary Poppins like fashion, the entities incessantly kept coming and coming, gathering in remarkable piles on the floor. There seemed to be more things than space available, but then they were trapped in an elevator and space was one of the many luxuries the agents realised they had taken for granted. Despite his astonishment at the growing belongings, there seemed to be a concerning lack of food present.

She was, however, holding out an apple juice carton, and Spencer figured that you get what you're given. So while her attention focused to the remnants of whatever was in her bag, Spencer punctured the carton with the straw, and began sucking. He made a squeal of surprise and relief when he saw her pull out a feebly wrapped, half eaten bag of crackers.

"Oh, I forgot about these," she announced, with the first smile Spencer had seen from her since the elevator had broken down.

He leaned down to grab the bag, dusting off the sprayed crumbs and then took a seat to Y/N's left. He left space between them for chivalrous purposes and also to allow space for the bag of crackers to sit.

They made attempts to ration the snack, but it soon developed into an every man for himself situation when Y/N noticed Spencer had started to take two at once.

She wasn't even hungry anymore, but the hunger for beating Spencer at something prevailed and disregarded any logical thought that they ought to save food, so she dove in again for another cracker. Unluckily, she did so at the same time as Spencer, so it made for an awkward encounter when their hands collided but neither was willing to give up their slot in the bag.

Eventually (because they didn't want the other to notice their blush), they gave up when time ran too long and reached a compromise with halving the cracker. Y/N gave Spencer the bigger half of her failed equal snap, but neither of them addressed it.

Neither of them addressed anything actually, for the next... god knows how long they were cooped up in there. They sat in a pleasant silence, free from any awkward glances or trepidations: it was both from the fact that they were in their own heads, and a serendipitous comfort in one another.

"I'm sorry you're going to miss your Doctor Who... thing," was what broke the silence.

"Oh, it's okay. I can just watch it on repeat tomorrow."

"Okay," Y/N laughed softly, and they floated into another quiet.

"I'm sorry you're stuck in an elevator."

"Ha! Me too."

"When we get out of here maybe we can go for Chinese food," Spencer suggested, craning his neck to look at her with a discreet smile.

"Sure," she agreed. "By the time we get out my food at home might have rotten anyway."

And then time after that just... passed. In Spencer's satchel he had an uncanny assortment of reading material to thrive on, and amid her odd collection of pretty much everything she had ever owned, Y/N found an old MP3 player and some earphones (only the left ear worked, but it was as good entertainment as she was going to get).

There comes a point, though, when one person can only listen to so much music from their teen years; Y/N's taste back then was... questionable, to say the least. And her earphone seemed to agree with her, because it gave out just when the unmistakable sound of an NSYNC song began.

"Ugh, just when it was getting good!" She complained, tugging the bud from her ear and throwing it onto the miscellaneous pile.

Spencer's head quirked to Y/N, but his eyes only followed after he had finished a sentence on his page. When he did, he saw her curiously leaning over his shoulder and squinting at the words.

"You can borrow it if you want," he said. "This is my third time reading it and I have others."

He gestured to his pile, which had evolved into a makeshift bookcase in the corner of the elevator. A few pages were torn, and the spines were so worn down that she could barely make out what the titles were. Not from a lack of TLC, but rather copious amounts of it; having been read over and over again. 

"No, it's okay. You continue, I'll just... meditate, or something."

"It's a good book," Spencer said, and he sounded like he was trying to persuade her, so she gave in and nodded. Readjusting her posture, she focused again on where the paint didn't meet the wall as she listened to the one thing she thought she wouldn't ever be able to stand: Spencer Reid's voice.

———

Which, to her and Reid's surprise, she found quite calming. Her hidden envy and not so hidden annoyance with his ability to reel off facts and wisdom like he was only recalling what he had for dinner hindered any fondness Y/N could associate with his voice. Until now, that is.

He was reading Strangers on a Train, supposedly his third favourite book, and they were reaching "the best bit" according to Spencer, but then every bit within the past forty five minutes since he'd started reading had been "the best bit", so Y/N wasn't sure.

But she's pretty calm, as calm as she can be stuck in an elevator, so she's actually thankful she has Spencer of all people beside her. She knew that if Morgan was in his place they'd have attempted murder at least a couple times by now; not to say that Y/N hadn't considered stabbing Spencer at all, but there's only so much damage a blunt pencil at the bottom of her bag could do.

So, she's calm. She's barely following the story because she only joined in halfway through, but she's grasped the basis of it because Spencer reads so eloquently and so well that he's practically painted the vividness of the narrative for her, even though he vouches it's down to Patricia Highsmith's words, which is true, but Spencer has a role in it too.

One thing Spencer recites makes Y/N wonder why she's never had him read to her before.

"People, feelings, everything! Double! Two people in each person. There's also a person exactly the opposite of you, like the unseen part of you, somewhere in the world, and he waits in ambush."

The story portrays an uncanny resemblance to the plots of the abundant crime scenes they analyse daily (Y/N wonders how Spencer comes home from work only to read about the same gory instances): the same mannerisms, behaviours and intricate understanding of criminal attitudes. It's accuracy is so astounding that Y/N asks if the author was ever a profiler of sorts.

Although it's selfish, because Y/N is not the real victim, she wished there was some way Highsmith's words could spring into real life and provide tainted rose coloured spectacles to which she could observe reality through. In some sick way, Y/N needed to see beauty in things like murder. She sometimes forgot that what they were doing had a purpose, and they tended to be the good guys. But there was no writing beautiful enough for Spencer to read and glorify the crimes with.

But even Y/N thinks Spencer's reading could help her see life through more of the silver lining rather than shrouded by the dark cloud that accompanied it.

The moment of rare serenity within Spencer's words is suspended, however, when he suddenly stops with no obvious justification. Y/N wonders if she's missed something profound within the story again so she goes to read over them on the page this time (because she's been rather entranced in Spencer's voice rather than the actual words), except when she looks up she sees a look of horror depicted on Spencer's face: one that doesn't register with her primarily because what's happening in the story is rather quite mundane compared to the dismay on his face. It's so poignant that she thinks something must be fatally wrong.

"What is it?" She asks, sitting up (and away because she thinks he may be about to vomit. But no, the real reason is even more horrific).

"I need to pee."

Y/N gasps; she hadn't even conjectured this predicament. It was a basic human necessity, how had she not anticipated this would happen? At first she thought, hey it's not that bad, better him than me— he can stand. Until she realises that there isn't really anywhere to stand.

"Oh no," she whispers, and he looks at her dauntingly. "You shouldn't have drank that apple juice."

"What was I supposed to do, bathe in it?" He scorns, and the two connect in an unwavering exchange eye contact with one another. Y/N dreads looking away in fear of what he'll do when she has her back turned.

So, like I said, Y/N was pretty calm, and I'd say Spencer was too; reading was a delight, and he found Y/N almost as endearing (almost). Life was bearable until Spencer needed to pee.

And it is here that they throw all peace out the window (if there was one) and give up on step number seven, and instead say hello to their old friend step number five: frantic yelling.

The energy pent up from lazing around reading and being read to is released fairly effectively. Y/N thinks she's never screamed so loud in her life, and Spencer knows he hasn't: entrapment and a full bladder can take one hell of a toll on a man.

And when the profusion of footsteps and the clanging of doors sounds, it is glorious. It is what they imagine heaven to sound like and more. Y/N collapses to the ground in relief, and Spencer throws his hands up in a prayer of thanks (even though he doesn't necessarily believe, but he is just so high on adrenaline and the discomfort of needing a wee that he'd just about believe anything now if it meant he could get to a bathroom).

"You guys okay in there?" A voice calls in from above them (Spencer genuinely thinks it's God) and Y/N has never been more happy to hear Derek Morgan.

"We're good! We're good! Oh my god, get us out of here please!"

"Right on it, baby. Bet y'all thought you were gonna die in there, huh?"

"Worse," Y/N called, "I thought I was gonna have to see Spencer's dick!"

Morgan laughed (music to their ears: any voice that wasn't each other's fit that criteria in that moment), and then told her he didn't want to know. Spencer and Y/N heard him holler behind him, and even more footsteps approached. Y/N couldn't see much from the slither between the doors that had just been pried open, since they had fallen a considerable distance from their floor. What she could see was only half of Morgan's face while he knelt on the ground.

"What happened?" Spencer asked, trying to gain some understanding for the reason behind missing his Doctor Who marathon.

"Power cut. The whole city's in blackout."

"You're kidding," Y/N replied, then turned. "A whole lotta people just risked that 1 in 26."

"Us included," Spencer said.

They recognised the voices of the maintenance team, and even a few uniforms of firefighters that worked on opening the doors with as much force as they could muster. Y/N looked again to the wall and paint mismatch, finding it too unsettling to look at their rescue attempt (that had way too much potential to go wrong) and even more unsettling to look at Spencer who was practically cradling his crotch.

"Ladies first!" A fireman called, and his hand reached into the space they had managed to (barely) increase, hoping that it wouldn't prove to be too difficult. From what Morgan told them, Spencer wouldn't have any trouble getting through it if they had halved the space ("the kid's a sherbet stick, I'm telling you").

"No, we've got a man here who's about to explode," Y/N joked, forgetting that the word 'explode' is a term one should use lightly within the headquarters of the FBI. She was blissfully reminded of this when the few surrounding agents brandished their guns. They almost didn't let them out until Spencer yelled that if he didn't get to a bathroom that instant he would give them a real reason to get their guns out.

So he was lifted out first, falling into Morgan's arms the chance he got to. He, somehow, managed to wait until he saw Y/N definitely leave the elevator before racing off down the hallway. Maintenance didn't even bother telling him that the doors have been locked because officially work finished three hours ago; they figured he had enough vigour in him to knock a wall down, never mind a door.

"Are you alright?" Morgan asked Y/N, lifting her up onto her own to feet. She's given a shock blanket, which is a pretty cool souvenir.

"I'm here, aren't I?"

"Miraculously. I don't know how you survived in there with him; I'd go insane."

"Eh," she chuckled, "he's not too bad."

———

After gathering their belongings, Y/N and Spencer make their way to leave work, again.

Morgan's nonchalant explanation of the blackout is in no way accurate to the genuine portrayal of, what Y/N can only describe as, a thriller movie come to life. She's looking out the wide scale windows in the bullpen room and can only see her reflection. It's creepy. Skittishly, she jumps when Spencer's image shows up behind her own. 

"Jesus, haven't I had enough near death experiences tonight?" She asks, holding a hand over her heart that she's sure just kickstarted (for various reasons).

"Sorry," he laughs. Placing his hands in his pockets, Y/N can sense he's more relaxed now that he's peed and no longer trapped within the restrictions of one metre.

They smile, then look out again to the darkened abyss before them. Y/N has never seen the city so quiet, yet she knows it's anything but. Once she steps outside it's bound to be hectic central.

"You normally get the subway, what are you gonna do?"

"Oh, I guess I'll just walk," Spencer shrugs.

"Absolutely not. I'll drive you home."

"Oh, no, you don't have to do that—"

"Spence, I just spent the last three hours in a confined space with you, I'm sure I can do twenty minutes more," she said. "Get your stuff ready, we can head off now."

She swung her bag over her shoulder and turned to walk out the bullpen, her heels reverberating throughout the room. Spencer watched her stride out by her reflection in the window, as to not be caught staring.

"If my car breaks down I'm gonna commit murder!"

Spencer laughed loudly, which made Y/N smile as she passed the kitchenette. When he continued to chuckle to himself he realised he wouldn't mind another three more hours stuck with her— at least he'd have an excuse if the car broke down. Maybe if he set off now he could get there in time to beat Y/N to her car and slash the tyres. He kindly reminded himself that that's illegal while he retrieved his satchel off the back of his chair and strutted out the office.

He wasn't too far behind Y/N when he suggested getting a Chinese on the way back.

"Is that a date?"

"If eating a Chinese takeaway in your car is your idea of a date," he sang.

"It very much is," Y/N grinned irrefutably.

He held the door open for her, she said thank you, and their giddy (dare I say lovesick) smiles dropped when they faced the elevator.

They've taken the stairs every day since.

fin.

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 37

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Five more chapters to go, guys. This is coming to an end 😭 I enjoyed writing it so, so much! In this chapter we have fluff. Literally only fluff and snark, because my babies have suffered enough. And the remainder is gonna be the same. Because fuck pain.

Coulson was mad. Outwardly, of course, he seemed as level-headed as ever, handing out orders and signing papers out left and right, but coming to sit within five feet of him seemed like the worst mistake I had recently made. His phone was ringing practically non-stop and he answered every call, sometimes speaking in different languages I didn't understand, sometimes in rapid-fire English that sounded like Morse code to me.

I'd never been sent to the principal's office but I imagine that's how it feels like. Finally, his shoulders sagged and the breath he took in left his lungs slowly, deflating his body into a tense ball of quiet fury.

"You and mister Brock ruined months worth of investigation and undercover work," The agent finally spoke. "But I can't even be mad at you properly. We've apprehended the main culprit, detained all of his followers except select few that Dr. Xavier took upon himself to handle," His words shocked me; not at all the scolding I was expecting. A deeper part of me was even afraid I'd be taken away and buried under so much red tape not even Tony's seemingly endless money and influence could have gotten me out. "I... Really don't know what more to say." Coulson folded his hands atop the desk, looking over me with a blank look.

"A thank you would be nice," I let my mouth run before the words even really registered in my brain, the cursed thing.

The agent chortled, "Perhaps, we really do owe you a solid one," Before standing up and walking over to the coffee machine in the far corner of his office. "Coffee?" He motioned to a pile of empty cups next to it. I nodded and he set to work. "The guys should be back in two hours, tops," He remarked off-handedly, watching me out of the corner of his eye. There was no way he had missed how my body relaxed into the uncomfortable office chair at the news. "Nobody is hurt except Rogers but I think he'd find how to hurt himself even on recon duty." The man laughed, bringing over two cups of dark, delicious, steamiy hot bean juice. Nhghhgg.

"Steve is a dumbass," I agreed amicably, blowing over the rim of the cup. The stone of coffee on it's own seemed to wake up my previously anxious, half-empty half-racing brain. The past twelve hours were full of urgency, the team being called in for assistance in mere minutes after my and Venom's return to the tower.

They barely had time to wipe their tears and shelf their worries before the suit-up call came, haste hugs and kisses being traded on their way to the quinjet. Coulson showed up not much later after that, a quinjet of his own and a stack of papers for Eddie to fill out, stern instructions for me to follow him and stay glued to his side at all times. I didn't need to ask: it was obvious there was a rat in SHIELD, again. Thankfully, the rat was discovered before they could come and try to increase their odds by doing something to me; I'd hid out in Coulson's office, crashing down into a strange, most likely Venom-induced sleep as footsteps raced past the door.

I'd woken up anxious and disoriented, the owner of the office pacing along the furthest wall and pointedly whispering into his cellphone. The rest was history.

"Your father called," The agent remarked, watching my reaction carefully. "Said to call him back whenever you can."

I was drained, beyond wrung out, and not just from my latest stunt as a parasitic symbiotic alien's host. The past couple of months were a nightmare, an anxiety-riddled, paranoia-spiced mess of a shit show. I was very much looking forward to breathing freely and enjoying my science without hiding my WIPs, enjoying my relationship (s) without fear of being abducted and sending my men into a panicked, destructive spiral.

My voice remained even as I carefully contemplated and spoke my next words. "He can go fuck himself. Him and that harpy of a woman," I sighed: disappointed in my parents, but not surprised. "I'm freshly out of fucks to give. I'm done."

Coulson, if he even was surprised, didn't show it. His expression remained neutral and supportive. "I understand you. There's enough basis for us to aid you in creating a new identity for you, if you'd like," He pushed a stack of papers towards me.

I chewed on my lip in contemplation. It would be handy, sure, I could be rid of the curse that became of my family name and my parents couldn't legally do anything at all to me; on the other side there was my name plastered on several inventions and projects I'd done over the years. In all my years, I was taught that my name is to be my business card.

The decision was obvious. "No, thank you," I looked at him, hoping to convey the sincerity. "I think I will be okay."

He smiled and went back to his paperwork, all but verbally dismissing me. As soon as I finished my coffee and washed the mug, the couch called to me once again and I curled up under the fleece blanket Coulson had thrown over me while I slept, alternating my attention between sneaking glances at his concentrated form and my cellphone and the few meager games it had. There was no signal and no wi-fi access on the Helicarrier. Security reasons, blah blah blah...

A knock sounded out, startling me out of my sluggish thoughts; one of Coulson's hands crawled down to one of the drawers on his right side where I assumed he had hidden a gun. "Come in," He called out, shooting me a pointed look. I sat up, alert.

"M'here to pick up - uh - a Baby," A tired but amused, familiar voice called out. Clint stepped into the room, still wearing his dirty and bloody uniform, and, as my eyes briefly scanned him, the archer appeared to be unhurt save for a few bruises here and there. His eyes landed on me immediately, visibly relieved.

"Waa," I deadpanned indignantly, raising my hands like a toddler would do when they wanted to be picked up. The only thing Clint was missing was a courier's ball cap.

"I assume the mission went smoothly?" Coulson asked, a soft grin and even softer eyes landing on our interaction.

Clint nodded affirmative, walking over and picking me up with ease, disregarding my shierk completely and stopping only when I poked him in the ear - closest appendage to me - in retaliation. His eyes were laughing and his tone was flat. "Caw caw, motherfucker," He announced to me flatly, waving goodbye to Coulson.

We passed more than a dozen agents giving us the biggest side-eye as I dangled over his shoulder, ass up in the air, fiddling with the numerous straps of his gear as Clint power-walked us to the Avengers quinjet. I'd even stuck out my tongue to some dude pointing a finger at us.

My family was already loaded into the vehicle, all in various stages of dirty, bloody and undressed. Coulson's words were true - only Steve sported a wide bandage over his shoulder, neck and head - one look at Bucky and I just knew the Captain would be regretting his stupidity in a few hours time. Even Stephen was there, looking unhurt but very annoyed and tired, as he hovered a few feet off the ground with Cloaky majestically swaying behind him.

"And what the fuck was that little performance for?" I asked once Clint deposited me in the very front row, between a dozing Bruce and a tinkering Tony.

"I had strict instructions from the Hulk," The archer grinned, pushing a few buttons on the dashboard of the vehicle. In seconds, we took off home.

"Oh, hi," Bruce must've heard his green counterpart being mentioned; his eyes cracked open just as I smiled at the scientist and reached over to brush his curly mop of hair out of his face. "M'yes, Hulk is demanding you do not set foot on the ground these days," Bruce was sleepy and warm, so soft when he kissed my hand, I felt my heart swell.

"Gonna spoil me rotten, you lot," I snorted, keeping the happy smile and the warm feeling as Stephen came back from the Astral world, opening his eyes and giving me a grin of his own.

"That's my job," Tony mumbled, still very occupied with a part of his suit. I turned around expecting a kiss; I had to stifle an ugly snort upon discovering one of the parts of his Iron Man suit got damaged and stuck, making a part of the chestplate render one of his arms temporarily immobile. Tony looked like a frustrated toddler building Legos.

"Someone get me a screwdriver and some pliers," I gently pried away the calloused fingers away from the jagged piece of metal, kissing Tony's cheek in the moments until Natasha handed me the required instruments. Tony was free, grimacing in discomfort as he stretched and rotated his arm, in little under ten minutes. "What happened to the nanosuit?" I asked, not remembering the last time I'd seen Tony in one of his older, clunkier creations.

"They had some sort of technopath mutant," He grumbled - I had discovered the source of his ire. "Turns out, Bruce snuck in my special anti-mutant suit I'd made ages ago. Nanosuit got destroyed in seconds and Hulk had to carry me back to the quinjet for a change of equipment," Despite his sour mood, Tony was visibly more relaxed than since the day I confessed I'd been drugged. "Brucie-bear, this is exactly why it remained a prototype."

"It's better to get stuck in a suit than to be a meat pancake on the sidewalk," Used to Tony's tantrums, Bruce merely blinked and continued eating the chocolate that he procured only God knew where.

I locked eyes with Stephen, both of us shaking our heads in almost identical, semi-fond semi-annoyed way. Ah, sweet sweet normalcy.

There were towers of pizza boxes as we arrived in the tower; a couple of agents got all but yeeted out by Tony, with little to no thank you as they had been the ones that arranged the food for us - still, I understood Tony's dislike of the super-secret organisation and merely paid the two for the pizza, politely waving goodbye as they side-eyed Tony with disdain.

Then, I had to tow both Clint and Thor as they attempted to begin eating, still wearing muddy bloody clothes - of course, I did not possess the physical strength required to handle two adult men, so I merely began a small lecture on parasites (Stephen gleefully joined in) and both of them scattered towards the showers like two spooked little first-graders.

I also used the brief moment of stagnation to hug Loki; these days he didn't freeze in surprise but rather warmly hugged me back, whispering something cheeky to me as I buried my face in his chest. Stephen was the one to cough extra-loudly to attempt to separate us - it was, once again, unanimously decided to have a family dinner and a cuddle pile straight after. Food coma had never sounded nicer.

"So, what'd Coulson say to you?" Clint asked curiously as we all settled in, freshly showered and those who needed it, re-bandaged. I was warm and toasty between Tony and Stephen, wearing the former's gym shorts and the latter's hoodie, Bruce's t-shirt underneath it. The scientist himself was drooling onto Tony's shoulder, somwhere between sleep and awareness, glasses askew.

"He basically thanked me and offered me a new identity," I shrugged, polishing off the last of my smoothie and handing the second bottle over to Loki. As usual, no food was wasted and I always had someone to finish my leftovers, especially since Bucky tended to think I could eat as much as him and kept trying to overfeed me like a foie gras goose.

"Congrats, you've been adopted," Natasha snorted from her place between Clint and Steve. Only the red of her hair was visible behind the man-bulk and the blankets.

"Uh," My response was, as always, deeply informative and astute.

"He likes to take in strays," Clint full-belly laughed. "Me at first, then Natasha. He's got a soft spot for Tony and Bucky but he won't admit it."

My eyebrows rose. "That's... That's my job?" I remembered the whole Venom/Eddie situation, our rogue wizard. Coulson was aiming for my place- the audacity! "He can't just do that!"

"And you can?" Stephen's finger booped my nose, making me huff and cuddle up to Tony, turning my butt towards the sorcerer to show him exactly what I thought about his observations. He only laughed harder. "Sounds like someone's a little jealous."

"Okay, boomer," I rolled my eyes. Stephen Strange, a supreme troll is what he is.

"But that's why you love me," He continued as others around us groaned and snorted, too used to us teasing each other about our age difference and my old man kink. Whatever, I got to bang my hot old men anyways.

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Pairing: 1940s!Bucky x male!reader

Summary: It's just you having a crush on 1940s!Bucky. A prologue of a series I was working on.

Note: This is a draft I made before my chibi!Bucky. I never bothered to post it because of lack of motivation until now because I'm having a writer's block 😗✌ Also, yes, it doesn't have title, I'm sorry about that.

Warnings: cursing and very slight mention of sucking ones dick.

A low growl emits from within you as you watched Davis pushed the blonde on the pavement, the young man fell with a pained groan as he holds his side. You see, you're not the guy who likes to pick random fights on the street; not the kind of guy your ma raised you, but it's a lie if you said you don't want to punch Davis in the balls right now.

"Back at it again, I see." Both males to turn their heads at the sound of your voice. "Daddy didn't gave you attention back home? Ah," you shook your head and ducked your chin down, smirking to yourself when you saw him balling his fists.

"Who could blame him? Even I can't keep my eyes on you for two seconds." Eyes drifting off to the side with a grimace, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Atleast I have a father, (L/n). How about you? Can't keep mommy from whoring around Brooklyn?" The taller guy sneers, attention now turned towards you and completely ignored the the blonde behind him next to the crates - good.

The insult didn't falter you one bit and kept your chin up high, cocking your head to the side. "Believe in whatever you want to believe in, Davis. Atleast I'm not the one who's fucking my own mom."

His face reddens in anger, an ugly scowl on his face as he growls a menacing"Why you little" before he lunges at you. You sigh and took a step back making him punched the air instead, his large fist an inch away from your face before you took your chance and step forward, giving a quick yet strong punch square on his nose.

The blonde can only stare as Davis whimpers while pinching his nose to prevent the blood from coming out.

"You punch like a girl!"

"I'll take that as a compliment." You winked which only made Davis pinched his eyebrows together in confusion.

He scoffed. "I'm not done with you," you hissed before running out from the alley with a broken nose.

Looking up from his scratched up palms, Steve noticed you walking towards him with a worried expression on your face. It surprised the blond for it's the first time someone outside his home-- other than Bucky-- is looking at him with concern.

"Hey, you alright?" You softly asked, crouching down in front of him and gently placing your hand on his right shoulder.

Steve nodded his head and was about to thank you when he saw a large, familiar hand grasp you by the shoulder and yanked you up from your crouching position in front of Steve.

You let out a groan the moment your back hits the brick wall behind you, two hands now tightly gripping your shoulders making you slightly wince in pain. Opening your eyes, you immediately felt your face warmed up at the sight in front of you.

Such a fine young man; sharp jaws, curly dark brown hair, clean shaven, and eyes that just made you want to knee down and worship him in... different kinds of way.

Fuck, hopefully he won't noticed how your face reddens but you doubt he didn't considering the close proximity of both of your faces; an inch or two.

"Hi, can't help but notice you picking on my friend right there. Any problem here pal?" His voice is calm yet there's an absolute threat hidden behind those words. He practically hissed the last word out, eyes slightly narrowing at you.

Ignoring how intense his blue eyes are, you growled, pushing him off of you just enough to make him stumble a few feet away.

"Well y'see, I just so happened to be passing by when I saw your friend's face close to meeting Jenkins' fist and decided to be a good Samaritan and helped him," you growled. "You're welcome, pal."

The pretty guy stares at you for a moment before glancing at his friend who's now standing on his feet, nodding his head at your explanation.

"He's telling the truth, Buck."

This Buck guy averted his eyes back at you, giving you a once over. You can't help but felt your whole body stiffened at his intense look before it settled back at your eyes.

"Thanks. Sorry for pushing you up against the wall like that."

"That's okay." I don't mind.

He grins at you before outstretching his hand at your direction. "James Buchanan Barnes or you can call me Bucky, my friend here is Steve." He gestures towards the quiet blonde beside the two of you, too busy swiping off dirt on his two size too big of a coat.

So this is The James Buchanan Barnes? Not gonna lie, this guy is handsome. No wonder dames kept talking about him at work; sadly he's straight as a pole.

Your eyes flickered down on his hand then back up before grasping it with your surprisingly smaller ones, giving it a single shake before pulling away after telling him your name.

How his hand stayed outstretched mid-air for a few seconds too long than necessary didn't go unnoticed by you. You flashed him the bright smile you know that makes any dame-- and also some men-- around you sigh and swoon.

Wouldn't hurt to give it a try right?

"Nice to meet ya, Bucky. Steve" Turning to Steve, you add with a soft but stern look on your face, "Don't go around picking up fights, especially Jenkins and his goons."

"No promises, buy sure. Thanks again, (Y/n)." The blonde lightly waves at you with a thankful smile on his face.

You look at Bucky and almost laughed at the strange look on his face as he silently stares at you, eyes laced with confusion and inner conflict.

A look you knew all too well.

When Steve can't go with one of your 'pals nightly hang outs'-- as you drunkly named it-- because of his health, it'll just going be you and Bucky, which you both don't mind at all.

It's been a year since your first meeting with the two and the three of you became friends real quick, especially you and Bucky. The two learned that just like Bucky, you are also a ladies-man and it irked Steve at first but then quickly accepts that he's the 'less attractive' of the your small group of three, which you both always deny with all seriousness.

Because let's be honest, Steve is cute, people just don't see it and always judge the book by it's cover.

The two of you are currently on the roof of your house, just laughing and joking around like you usually do. The roof has been one of the best quiet place for the three of you to hang out, just drinking(you and Bucky), eating, and talking there all night.

One time Bucky and you slept on the roof while Steve is inside your room sleeping on your bed when the rain started pouring--

You felt a droplet hits your cheek, then another before you felt it all over your body. Sitting up straight-- still half-asleep-- you suddenly felt your whole body being drenched in water. Widening your eyes at the realization, you snapped your head to your side where you saw Bucky's still sound asleep and snoring.

Before a loud boom of thunder was heard, that's when he scrambles up and tugged you inside the window by your hand.

"Wake up you meatball! It's raining!" It didn't wake him up making you frustrated, but also amused.

A smack on the face woke him up, eyes opening wide and stares up at yours. You thought Bucky would quickly scramble up when he noticed the rain falling down on the both of you but no, he just stares up at you in awe; soaking wet, hair sticking on your forehead and looking down at him like... like an angel.

"Why didn't you tell me, punk?!"

"What?! I smacked you in the face three times!"

--"Wait, Is it true that your mother was..." Bucky trails off, not wanting to offend you.

"Aunt, actually. And yes she is, but not in Brooklyn though; Queens," you explained, leaning back on your arms as you look up at the stars as you continued.

"This house was my grandma's, said that she wanted to give it me for my 18th birthday. My aunt didn't know about this though, I don't let her knowing she would immediately sell this as soon as she sees the letters."

Bucky nodded his head as he listened to your story intently.

"How did ya suddenly ended up here in Brooklyn if you're from Queens? Of you don't mind me asking." Bucky side-glancing at you with curiosity. He took a bite of the sandwich you've made, clearly liking how it taste considering he already ate two of them in fifteen minutes.

You pursed your lips together, contemplating if you should tell him the truth or not - You decided to go 50/50.

"Lets just say I was kicked out for a reason she can't accept. Ever." Bucky knows not to push you, thinking it's a sensitive topic to talk about. So he decided to change it.

"Is it true though?"

You swing your gaze from the stars and to the pair of blues next to you, gulping nervously. "What?"

The brunette leans his body towards you, eyes intently locked into yours. You beg whoever is watching you right now to make your heart slow down even for just a tad bit, it's getting out of control the more he leans in.

What's he doing? Is he going to kiss you? It takes you all the willpower in your body to not smack your lips against his right this instance.

"That Davis' fucking her mother?" Bucky asked in a hushed tone, nose an inch away from yours. The question brings you back from your day dream and grimace in disgust at the mention of Jenkins. The scrunched up look on your face made Bucky grin widely, showing the faint wrinkles in the corner of his eyes.

"Step-mother," you corrected. "But who knows? The way he acts whenever I mention it gave me all the answers I need-- or don't, actually."

Even after answering his question, he still didn't lean away and kept the close distance between the two of you. Blue eyes flickering down to your lips so fast you almost didn't see it, but you did, and even saw how the tip of his tongue lightly licks his lips. It gave you a spark of hope that maybe--

"You smell like spam."

You growled and pushed him away, profusely blushing at his comment. "Get off me, punk!" Bucky started to laugh hysterically while clutching his stomach.

"Alright, no more sandwiches for you."

"Wha-- I'm only joking, shorty!"

"I'm not short! I'm an average height. You're just taller than me for like... three inches."

"Yeah yeah. Whatever you say, shorty-- ouch!"

You are glaring down at your lap while Bucky sat next to you with a frown on his face. The two of you are currently sitting on the roof, both with a forlorn look on your faces.

"Can't back up now. Been wanting to be a soldier for years now, like my pa." Did he though? He did, yes. But why do he feel reluctant about going now? Whatever, it's not like he could just quit. He'll be shipping off tomorrow morning, there's no turning back now.

"I know." You groaned, tilting your head up in exasperation. "If I wasn't so chicken-hearted I would've come with you, but being a soldier is just... not my thing."

"You could pack a hefty punch y'know. Broke not just those punks' nose but also mine three times within our six years of friendship." You knew he's just trying to lighten up the mood, but you knew better.

"Maybe the reason why I punch so hard is because of how many doughs I have to beat up and roll around every single day." You began punching the air like there's someone in front of you, laughing at your childishness before looking up at Bucky with a more genuine smile on your face.

You chuckled for both of your sake, bumping his shoulder with yours. "Yeah I did. But I much prefer baking rather than breaking random guys' noses. These hands aren't made for that sort of thing, it's too soft, too... feminine."

Lifting your hands up to emphasize your words, showing them to Bucky who just stare at your hands with a look you can't decipher.

What did he wanted to say?

You felt your breath hitched when you saw that he's already looking at you with that strange, conflicted look in his eyes again, but a bit softer this time.

He always gaze at you with that same look in his eyes and it never failed to make your heart flutter each time.

You watched as his lips open then closed a few times, not knowing how to form the words he wanted to say.

"You'll still be here when I come back right?" He widen his eyes at his own words before hastily adding, "w-with Steve, of course."

You scoffed good-naturedly at his question. "Of course you meatball. Where would I possibly go?"

You hummed, looking down at your shoes. "Can't really see myself being a father-- a husband even." Bucky furrowed his eyebrows together as you speak, confused as to why you would think such things. You're great with kids and treat ladies right like a real man should.

He shrugs. "I don't know, travel the world? Maybe even marry the woman of your dreams, have a kid or two."

Oh Bucky, you're so cute... and also freakishly dump. You're surprised for until now he still doesn't know you're gay.

You'd always stare at men longer than the pretty dames in the bar or the streets. Heck, you even flirted at Bucky from time to time but he would always tell himself that it's just you being friendly.

Joke's on you pal, I wanted to suck your dick so bad since the first time I laid my eyes on you.

Your eyes landed back up at him. "What about you, Bucky? Want to be a husband someday? A father?"

"If I make it back alive." Somehow, his truthful answer made your heart clench for two different reasons.

One, he is straight.

The small spark of hope in your heart falters to almost nothing, a sign that you should give up on this fruitless feelings of yours.

Two, he thinks he'll never make it back alive.

"If you don't, I'll go there myself and punch your in the face until you wake up."

"Of course you are, bud." You gave him the glare he's all too familiar with.

Never once a day passed with you not giving him that glare, it's quite amusing and almost comical on his opinion, like that look is just made for him and him only.

The not-so-threatening threat pulls a loud guffaw from Bucky, leaning his head back and placing a hand on his stomach. Even at times like this you somehow always manages to make him laugh, it made him realize how much he'll really miss you when has gone.

"Is that a threat, boy?" He uses the nickname hate so much, makes you feel like a child.

"Its a promise." You smirked.

Bucky shakes his head at you, scooting closer and placing his arm on your shoulders. Instinctively, you lean closer to him, but not to close though.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, watching as the street below you began buzzing with people and cars.

"Did I ever told you that you look great in that uniform?"

"A couple of times, yes."

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Illicit - Not legally permitted.

Pairing- Lee Haechan x reader.

Genre- Angst, Suggestive, Fluff if you squint your eyes, Mafia au.

Word count- 2.6k [not proof read]

Warning- A lot of swearing, mention of violence, heavy make out session towards the end

Request made from prompt

18."Isn't this, like illegal?" "Probably, Who cares?"

68."You drive me crazy"

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Breathing the same air as Lee Haechan meant trouble. 

Especially for you, someone as simple as a book store cashier, it'd be the best to stay away from him. 

But there was something so intriguing about him the first encounter, that made both you and him go back to each other.

Maybe it was a mere coincidence, or maybe it was because you'd pray to clash paths with him each time you went to work. 

But it was on a Sunday, night shift, when the owner of the small bookstore expressed her concerns about her granddaughter being sick, stating that she needs to leave for the day, leaving you by yourself to close up when you met him. 

You were fine with that, your house was just around the corner. 

There was hardly an hour left, and only about a customer or two came in, leaving after getting what they what they wanted. You decided to pack up for the day. Walking lane by lane, table to table to clean up the place. 

Reaching over shelves to place the books that were scattered on the table, you hear a bang from behind, startling you. 

You cautiously approach the front, staying behind the shelf in case it'd be a thief. There, near your counter, stood a boy, his back facing you. His back was moving up and down frantically. Thinking that he's a customer, you come out of your hiding, already wearing a smile on your face. 

"Welcome Si-" you see the boy flinch, not expecting anyone to be there. He swore he saw the lights dim from outside and no movement. He turned back in a swift motion, clutching at something inside of his leather jacket. Upon examining his features carefully, noticing faint red at the corner of his lips, hair disheveled, you let out a gasp. 

You approach him with fast steps "Sir are you ok-" your steps were halted, the boy, who had his hands inside his jacket, took it out, unstable hands pointing a gun at you. You stood dead on your track, breathing uneven as you stood in a life and death situation. "Back off." The boy opened his mouth the first time that night. Voice rough, yet honey like. 

The longer you stand there, the more you see his eyelids drop. As scared as you were, you being the nice person you are, take small steps one after the other. It was extremely silent, when he lost consciousness, falling face first onto the ground in front of you. You fasten your steps towards him, the distance shortening with each step you take. 

"Sir?? Mr.??" you turn him around, carefully placing him back onto the floor, his front facing you, the proximity of your faces made it easier for you to see the scratches that scattered all over his face, moles spilled here and there. The boy was good looking, no doubts. 

With great difficulty, you lift him up, placing him on your back, going back towards the end of the book store, where the students usually sit to study without getting disturbed.

The seats there were much more comfortable than the wooden ones at the front of the store. You drop him onto one of the seats, going back to the counter to get out the first aid kit, when you hear the door being slammed open. 

In came 3 guys, all in similar attire, they were all over 6'0 from the looks of it, or maybe you were just short. They were panting hard, just like how you'd seen the other boy at the back of your store. 

They screamed danger.

"Where the fuck is he?" one of them asked, the tallest among the three, they were definitely here for the unknown boy, all three carrying pistols in their own hands. You feign confusion, oblivious to the guys. "Pardon me?" The one beside the guy who spoke up, looked you up and down, turning front, facing the shop scanning his eyes all over the place. "Lee Haechan. Where is he?" he asked. 

Haechan. That's what the boy's name is. 

"I'm sorry i do not know who you're talking about" you turn back to your counter. One of them approached you, standing extremely close, the only thing preventing your bodies from touching being the counter.

"Did you see anyone pass by here?" his voice was deadly low. You gulp down the lump forming in your throat in a subtle way. You shake your head. "But i did see someone run past the corner store" the boys all nodded their heads, exchanging glances as you look at them exit the store, amused at how gullible the guys were. After making sure they left, you make your way to the back, this time with the first aid kit in your hand. 

On reaching, you set the box down, taking your towel from your pocket, approaching his body, his breath now normal. You wipe the sweat from his forehead, the nape of his neck, cleaning it up. 

Satisfied, you reach out for a cotton ball, pouring a little bit of antiseptic onto it, dabbing it over his bruises. 

You started from the scars at the sides of his face, then the edge of his slit eyebrow, to his left cheek. The only thing left, his lips. 

You turn back setting the used cotton ball, taking a new one out when you feel yourself being watched. 

He said not a word, just stared back, sending shivers down your back. You decided to resort back to cleaning his wound, approaching him for the third time that night, almost placing the cotton ball at the dried blood in the corner of his lips. When seeing him, not put up a protest, you continue. 

You face the boy, Haechan once again, immediately dropping the cotton as you find him stare right into your soul. Breathtaking. The only word that can explain the boy. His features cold, eyes void of any emotion, it was scary, horrifying even. You unintentionally stammer "I-i was just cleaning up your wound" 

"if you don't mind me asking, wha-what happened to you?" silence. "Haechan..?" that clearly caught the boy off-guard. "How do you know my name?" he asked, voice no longer hoarse as it was when he passed out.

It was sweet, but still stern enough to scare anyone. "Oh there came these - these three guys looking for you, i assumed, an-d they said Haechan, so i thought that's your name"

You hear him mumble something under his breath, looking down, you spoke once again. "I sent them the wrong way though so you're fine, we can call the cops and tell them you were being chased-" 

That's when he got up from his seat, obviously taller than you, his demeanor intimidating. 

"Thank you for the service, but next time, try minding your own fucking business" and with that, he made his way out of the store. 

And that was one out of n times you saved the boy, Lee Haechan's life. 

That wasn't the last of Haechan that you saw.

Yes, he tried pushing you away each time you dashed each other. He'd ignore you, but you followed him around, still wanting to figure out what led to the boy having a fresh bruise each day. 

-

It was 7:45pm you were let off work that day, exactly two weeks after the incident, two weeks of following the boy and two weeks into your new found interest. 

Your house was the last one in your street, so it took at least 3 alley ways to cut short the route to your house, without walking on the main road

You stop at the store nearby to get some snack to munch on your way, paying for it and taking a turn into the corner street, house being just 2 minutes away now. 

Passing by one of the alley ways, through your peripheral, you see a figure hunched over, leaning against the wall while 2 others, holding the boy, with another throwing blows after blows. 

Not wanting to turn a blind eye, you hide behind the wall leading to the alley, taking out your phone, searching for a cop siren sound, because as much as you wanted to help the guy, you weren't going to risk your life going in there, not like that would do much anyways 

Upon finding the desired sound you turn your volume to max, playing the audio, sparing a second glance into the alley way. 

"Fuck fuck fuck run!" they collectively screamed, bolting out of the narrow road, as you pressed yourself hard against the wall in order to hide your figure from them. They didn't pay much attention to their surroundings, running further down the busy road far away from the street you stood in. 

After making sure the coast was clear, you turn back, making your way slowly into the alleyway. Seeing him walking towards the entrance, hands clutching his middle, crouching.

"Hey are you okay?" you call out, hearing a voice, he looks up, "Haechan??". You see Haechan grit his teeth, turning his head to the side as you came in as hid life savior for the 14th time in a 2 week span, "For fuck's sake…"

You quicken your steps towards him, replacing his hand in the middle with yours, placing his hand over your shoulder. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Haechan asks, turning his face towards you with a glare, which softened just a bit after seeing the worried look on your face. 

"Helping you. Again." He spits out blood, as you scrunch your face seeing the red substance. You start walking towards your house with fast steps, tumbling now and then when he loses his balance. "where are you taking me?" he asked, "Home."

"No Y/n not your house, they'll get to you" 

Over the past weeks of you chasing him, him pushing you away and then you rescuing him, he had gotten to know quite a lot about you, as you were a bubbly person. Even so you knew nothing about him, besides the fact that his name is Lee Haechan and he is 20 years old. 

"They won't" you say after reaching your house, gently stepping away from him to take out the keys.

You hear him mutter a few curses under his breath. 

You open the door and reach out to hold him again, to which he pushed your hand away, making his way into your house on his own. He sat down on your couch, as you made your way to your room, placing the bag down on your bed before heading into the washroom to get the first aid kit. 

Haechan sat motionless, looking around the studio apartment, seeing a bunch of pictures hung on the wall, pictures varying from your childhood days, to your highschool years and then to present, a smile unintentionally made its way onto his face. 

Pathetic 

Haechan growled at himself for how fast he'd gotten a soft spot for you. Yes he hated you the first few days, yes he envied you for living a normal life, but the genuine worry that would take over your expression each time you see him, made him feel human feelings that he hadn't felt in years. 

It made him feel warm, made him feel the want to reach out to you again and again, but he knew that's wrong. 

So immersed in his thoughts, Haechan didn't notice your presence until he heard an object hit the glass table in front of him. 

"Take your shirt off" you said, placing the bowl of warm water down, alongside the first aid kit. 

Haechan obliged, too drained to put up a protest, there covered multiple tattoos, most plain drawings with no meaning, but some so beautiful that you couldn't take your eyes off them. 

"You wanna fuck me you just ask nicely Y/n, staring is rude" Haechan spoke, as you shift your gaze from his abdomen to his eyes, a smirk playing on his face. 

"S-shut up" you say, turning back to take the towel, dipping it in warm water, bringing it up to his face, wiping it clean, as you slowly drag it down his chest, scrubbing clean of any dirt and blood. 

Reaching his wound you softly wipe over it, careful not to increase the cut or the blood flow. 

Haechan let you do what you did the best, knowing that you're dying to ask him a to z of everything that's happened from when you met him, till date. 

"Haechan..?" 

"I know what you're about to ask, don't." he said. 

You didn't notice the position your in, leaving closer to wipe the last bit of blood off of him

"I think I have the right to know a little at least Haechan, this is plain unfair" you let out, sitting down as you felt your knees go numb. Haechan lets out a groan the moment you found a comfortable position to stay in, confusing you.

You look down, to see why he had let out the sign of discomfort, noticing now that your knees were directly at his groin, and you had made yourself comfortable on his thigh. Eyes widened, you immediately jolt up, only to feel yourself being pulled back down. "Stay." 

You nod, slightly flushed as you felt Haechan draw circles with his fingers on your hips that he had used to keep you in place. 

Haechan contemplates for a while, thinking whether to tell it to you or not. 

"Y/n" he called out, you hum in response too concentrated in cleaning the wound on his shoulder to look up. You were right, it was unfair considering you save him from death's door step each time you could. 

"my world is something that everyone asks you to stay away from. You especially, I regret coming into that store of yours the other day. It's dangerous, and definitely not a place for you." Haechan sat up straight, causing you to shift on top of him.

He picked you up by the waist, placing you on top of his lap once again, this time on both legs rather straddling one. 

It's come this far, he gets to let his guards down just this once, right? 

"I'm dangerous, Y/n. Not just my world. My world is all about selling drugs, gambling, stealing, murder you name it" 

"Isn't that, like illegal?" you open your mouth finally, looking up from your hands, to his eyes. The innocence they held melted Haechan's heart, smiling at your question. 

"Probably, who cares?" his casual reply had you worried about him. 

The longer you stare at him with pure concern, a little nervousness and maybe, maybe just a bit of want, fueled up Haechan's desire. 

Fuck it. 

He reached out, pulling you down using your neck, pressing his lips firm against yours, the sudden contact made you flinch, but soon enough had you melting right into his touch. 

He took your hands, that held the towel with his blood, removing the clothing from your hands and wrapped it around his neck. 

The kiss was nowhere near soft, it was purely out of lust, frustration, and maybe a little love even. 

Haechan pushed your hips further near his crotch, holding you there tightly, dragging his tongue across your lower lip, retreating it to bite down on the flesh, causing you to let out a soft moan. 

You feel him smirk against your lips, his hands leaving your hips, going further down to your ass, giving it a light squeeze. "H-haechan.. Fuck" left your mouth as he attached his lips onto you neck, placing wet kisses in a rushed pace, almost as though he'd been wanting to do this all along. 

"You have no idea, princess. But-" he nibbled on the skin of your neck, letting out a soft groan as your hips buck, hitting his clothed member. 

"You drive me crazy"

[sheshowardlinksgirl]

❤️HOWARD LINK X OC ❤️

"You should eat something"

The sandy blonde inspector hovered over the girl as she led motionless on the empty floor boards below. Theodosia was in a ball, Her long brown hair unbrushed and her pale blue eyes fixed upon the wood.

And all of this because she had found an old picture of him with his family stuffed between the wall of his family's basement.

Link hadn't owned his family's house for long. It came up for auction six months previously and although he didn't really have the money, he'd decided that he was going to buy it anyway.

He also happened to have Theo visiting with Walker and Kanda because the trio had business in Germany that absolutely couldn't wait.

Chief Komui, seemingly taking advantage of the situation, asked if he would accommodate them so that the order didn't have to fork out for a hotel and because Link considered himself a decent person, he'd accepted.

But now, Theodosia was inconsolable. The whites of her eyes now scarlet after crying pitifully. Howard had known that she was sensitive to old places but he had never dreamed that she actually possessed some kind of psychic ability.

According to Walker, she did and Howard didn't know how to feel about that, but the last thing he wanted was to make a guest in his home extremely uncomfortable.

In his hand he held a dish of creamed gelatin. A silver spoon laying across the plate as he came to kneel on the floor.

"Gelatin is perfect for bringing a smile to people's faces." He said softly "And I happen to know that it's also your favourite"

"Yours too," The young girl croaked.

"Your Mama would make it for you when you were sick"

Theodosia wiped her eyes.

"You were loved" She breathed.

Links gut dropped but at the same time he felt a small sad smile tug at the corner of his lips. Remembering his past was like swallowing a bitter pill. His training was the most valuable thing that he owned but had his parents not become sick and died he would have followed a different path. He wouldn't have had to endure all that he had, the cruelty, the hardness that would eventually become him.

He had been loved.

"I'm sorry that it all ended for you" She whimpered.

"She wanted different for you"

Link was overcome with sadness, his eyebrows dipping. His mother had been wonderful and always so cheerful. She was the reason that he always had that 'can do attitude' because he felt as though he could do anything so long as he put his mind too it.

He placed the Gelatin on the floor and placed his hand on Theo's shoulder.

He respected the girl, not just because she was an exorcist but because she was soft hearted but still strong enough to fight against the evil in this world, that kind of bravery was hard to find.

If the ex-inspector had to be honest with himself, there was also an element of favouritism in their relationship. He would happily tire himself to see Theo smile.

And he felt uncomfortable thinking about it, because it wasn't the kind of satisfaction that came from making sweets for Walker or the feeling he got when he finished a mountain of paperwork and handed it in before it was due.

It was a strange, warm feeling that he only got when Theodosia visited him or when they happened to share the same assignment together.

He would probably be lying if he said that hosting the three of them was purely down to being a naturally hospitable person, It was likely more to do with the fact that Theo was with them.

The age difference between them continued to play it's mind games with him when he was laying awake in bed at night. With Howard wondering how he was supposed to make it work when he was nearly 7 years older than her.

Speaking softly, he spoke into the nape of the 16-year-old's neck as the end of his braid dangled over his shoulder.

"Do not be sad for me" He said, his voice deepening to comfort her.

"I am healthy and working hard to better myself" He brushed her hair off of her cheek softly " I'm also fortunate enough to have good friends"

Theodosia's blue eyes fluttered open as she sat up from her ball. Their faces were so close, lips literally inches away.

Links brown eyes lingered on them before sitting back and offering Theo his hand.

"I'm sorry, I know that moving into this house means a lot to you" Theo hummed taking the inspectors hand greedily.

"I shouldn't let the past upset me. Especially when you don't let it upset you"

Link handed Theo her gelatin and brushed off his trousers before holding the bedroom door open for her.

"It's not that it doesn't upset me." He says carefully as they step into the drawing room.

Allen is busy eating some pasta that Howard has made him whilst Kanda, who would rather be anywhere else, sulks on the armchair. It's made of expensive material with gold and red stripes and mahogany arms.

It can fit three people on it at least but Kanda's legs are spread wide.

Howard raises an eyebrow but not wanting to start an argument he ignores the blatant disrespect.

He looks over his shoulder to make sure Theodosia has followed.

"I just don't let it bother me."

She is short compared to Howard, almost a foot difference but he's content with her blue eyes looking up at him.

He knows he can't make anything of it, she's only 16 years old after all.

"I really admire you" Theo smiles making his cheeks warm. There's a full moon out tonight, perhaps he could take her to watch it.

If he took Walker and Kanda with him then no one should have a problem with it. Right?

Just as he's pondering what to do next, Theo grabs his hand. Allen and Kanda share a look as Links cheeks glow even deeper.

"Th-Theo!?"

"It's a beautiful night, can we go look at the moon?"

Ah...this girl....

Howard and Theodosia stood hand in hand.

And he couldn't be happier......

Don't let this end.

[veritylane7]

+mydecember+ Twilight ver. 13

( 10:50 PM )   Math-class doodle of Rukura (Raphael), airbrushed. Came out nicely. ^.^       ( 10:07 PM )   John's suggestion for a feel-good song that Mr. Rozario (school principal) should play over the PA system in the morning? Children of the Damned by Iron Maiden.... how I agree! ^____^

We're sick, sick people. Can you tell we're related??

song of the moment: "Genocide" by the Offspring. I really gotta get some of the Offspring cds... I want Smash, Americana, and Conspiracy of One.... *sulks*

( 9:57 PM )   Ribby-chan... s'all being taken care of. Mike and Matt be lookin' after me closely, and if Dan does anything else, he's in for some serious trouble. *heh* Mike or Matt my soulmate? Dooood, Mike's a pal, and Matt's like my older brother (he's actually my most recent ex-boyfriend in a way). Thanks for the concern, tho! And don't worry... I beat Dan up nice. If I have my way, he'll be singing soprano come next week.

*heehee* I think I've FOUND my soulmate, anyhoo. *pointed look at someone who's screen name rhymes with punkin' pie* *heartheart* ^__^

( 9:49 PM )   *runs around screaming fangirlishly* YUMMY! YUMMY! I GOT A CUTE, SCAAAAAAARY DOOD FOR THIS TEST!!!

Ideal anime guy test...

# 1 Zagato from Magic Knight Rayearth # 2 Ashitare from Fushigi Yuugi # 3 Chichiri from Fushigi Yuugi # 4 Hotohori from Fushigi Yuugi # 5 Kiryuu Touga from Shoujo Kakumei Utena # 6 Taikoubou from Senkaiden Houshin Engi # 7 Hayama Akito from Kodomo no Omocha # 8 Kyoichi Saionji from Shoujo Kakumei Utena # 9 Morisato Keichi from Ah! My Goddess # 10 Nakago from Fushigi Yuugi # 11 Ohtori Akio from Shoujo Kakumei Utena # 12 Ryohji Kaji from Neon Genesis Evangelion # 13 Eagle Vision from Magic Knight Rayearth # 14 Gabriev Gourry from The Slayers # 15 Ikari Gendo from Neon Genesis Evangelion # 16 Nagoya Chiaki from Kamikaze Kaitou Jeanne # 17 Chiriko from Fushigi Yuugi # 18 Li Shaolan from Cardcaptor Sakura # 19 Tsukishiro Yukito / Yue from Cardcaptor Sakura # 20 Eriol Hiigarizawa / Clow from Cardcaptor Sakura # 21 Ikari Shinji from Neon Genesis Evangelion # 22 Kinomoto Touya from Cardcaptor Sakura # 23 Shiirou Kamui from X (X/1999) # 24 Tamahome from Fushigi Yuugi # 25 Monou Fuuma from X (X/1999)

( 9:46 PM )   Ideal anime girl test... how'd they know that I adore Skuld, Ami-chan, and Misato? o.O

# 1 Skuld (Oh my Goddess) # 2 Amy (Sailormoon) # 3 Misato (Eva) # 4 Belldandy (Oh my Goddess) # 5 Kari (Digimon) # 6 Rei (Eva) # 7 Lita (Sailormoon) # 8 Mina (Sailormoon) # 9 Fuu (MK Rayearth) # 10 Serena (Sailormoon) # 11 Hikaru (MK Rayearth) # 12 Sora (Digimon) # 13 Bulma (Dragon Ball) # 14 Mimi (Digimon) # 15 Misty (Pokemon) # 16 Rei (Sailormoon) # 17 Umi (MK Rayearth) # 18 Videl (Dragon Ball) # 19 Asuka (Eva) # 20 Urd (Oh my Goddess)

( 9:44 PM )   Slayers kyara test... now THESE results are good.

# 1 Gaav the Demon Dragon King # 2 Beastmaster Zelas # 3 Luna Inverse # 4 Valgaav (Vally-girl! ^_^) # 5 Xelloss Metallium # 6 Zelgadiss Greywords # 7 Gourry Gabriev # 8 Lina Inverse # 9 Rezo the Red Priest # 10 Filia Ul Copt # 11 Martina Whatever-Her-Last-Name-Is # 12 Amelia Wil Tesra Seyruun # 13 Naga (Wil Tesra Seyruun? I think so) # 14 Kopii Rezo # 15 Prince Phil

( 9:41 PM )   Sailor Moon test results... scary. O_O

# 1 Nehelenia # 2 Setsuna/Sailor Pluto # 3 Artemis # 4 Galaxia # 5 Haruka/Sailor Uranus # 6 Taiki/Sailor Star Maker # 7 Hotaru/Sailor Saturn # 8 Michiru/Sailor Neptune # 9 Minako/Sailor Venus # 10 Rei/Sailor Mars # 11 Yaten/Sailor Star Healer # 12 Luna # 13 Makoto/Sailor Jupiter # 14 Princess Kakyuu # 15 Ami/Sailor Mercury # 16 Chibiusa/Sailor Chibi Moon # 17 Seiya/Sailor Star Fighter # 18 Mamoru/Tuxedo Kamen # 19 Usagi/Sailor Moon # 20 Chibi-Chibi/Sailor Chibi Chibi Moon

( 9:39 PM )   Pokemon test...

# 1 Satoshi/Ash # 2 Shigeru/Gary # 3 Nyarth/Meowth # 4 Kasumi/Misty # 5 Pikachu # 6 Takeshi/Brock # 7 Kojiro/James # 8 Musashi/Jessie

I'm Ash and Gary... isn't that damn close to weird?

( 9:37 PM )   *laughing again* CHECK IT OUT!!

CCS Kyara test results:

# 1 Kero-chan # 2 Syaoran Li # 3 Touya Kinomoto # 4 Tomoyo Daidouji # 5 Eriol Hiiragizawa # 6 Sakura Kinomoto # 7 Yukito Tsukishiro

I'm Kero-chan!

( 9:35 PM )   EEEEEEH!!! O_O; For the X/1999 test... I'm Satsuki! O_o

# 1 Yatouji Satsuki - dragon of earth # 2 Kuzuki Kakyou - dragon of earth # 3 Sumeragi Subaru - dragon of heaven # 4 Monou Fuuma - dragon of earth # 5 Nataku - dragon of earth # 6 Shirou Kamui - dragon of heaven # 7 Kishuu Arashi - dragon of heaven # 8 Shiyuu Kusanagi - dragon of earth # 9 Kigai Yuuto - dragon of earth # 10 Sakurazuka Seishirou - dragon of earth # 11 Aoki Seiichirou - dragon of heaven # 12 Arisugawa Sorata - dragon of heaven # 13 Kasumi Karen - dragon of heaven # 14 Nekoi Yuzuriha - dragon of heaven

( 9:32 PM )   *laughing like a total idiot* CHECK THIS OUT! HOW FUNNY!!! I find that the results for my taking the Eva kyara personality test are very well done!

# 1 Asuka Langley Sohryu # 2 Gendou Ikari # 3 Ryouji Kaji # 4 Misato Katsuragi # 5 Touji Suzuhara # 6 Kaworu Nagisa # 7 Kouzou Fuyutsuki # 8 Ritsuko Akagi # 9 Aoba Shigeru # 10 Makoto Hyuuga # 11 Shinji Ikari # 12 Maya Ibuki # 13 Hikari Horaki # 14 Rei Ayanami # 15 Pen-Pen

( 5:56 PM )   Speller!!! You owe me Mickey ears, and I want Lance's underwear!! AND FEEL MY WRATH!! *wraths Speller* MWAHAHAHAHA! JOYCE IS DEAD! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!       ( 7:36 AM )   Morning Blog!

Nah-nah-nah! Riot Ink business caaaards! *heehee*

I'm okay, really.

I am headachey!!! As Amy would say... my head is doing the achey brakey dance of PAIN. So, I imagine I will get nothing done in class. Ms. Fotinos is gonna kill me for skipping anyway... *sighs*

Querida! I shall continue my efforts to make dad buckle!!

Meagen-san.... really, I know what you mean. Technically, I can draw, but I kinda lack depth in my art (from what I can see). There are very few pictures that turn out with the emotion or realism I want them to come out with..... and funny enough, that kyara that I tend to make look how I want is good ol' Lucas.

Lucas: What can I say? I'm perfect. *mutters* Yeah, right...

And yes, you're getting fanart. Now if only I can manage to scan it....

Meg's Art Corner! Raphael-chan, or as I refer to him in RPs, Lian's Rukura. This is a fine example of what I draw in math class on scrap paper. And querida? It's not THAT good. ^##^;;;;

That's all from me!

Over an' out!

( 10:48 PM )   Of course my idea is good, querida! I'm so smart after all! *tosses away IQ test scores that say only 142* Lucas with blue hair.... streaked with green!!!!!! Yeeaaah, baby!       ( 3:23 PM )   Warning, incoming rant!

STUPID! GODDAMN FLIPPIN' STUPID!! What a GOOD way to get yourself killed! Doing f*cking drugs! STUPID STUPID!!! Goddamn it! I mean, pot, okay that's bad. Bad and STUPID. But 'shrooms?!! HOT DAMN IS THAT STUPID!! And not only that, getting yourself into a situation where you get thrown out of your mom's house?! F*cking stupid! *fumes*

(note: never mind, needed to vent.... friend issues)

( 2:00 PM )   At home and skipping civics class.... *whistles and rocks back on her heels* 9.9

You know what's scary? It's scary when a dood whom you eat lunch with even jokes about wanting to rape you. That's scary. Even scarier is when he pins you against the wall and you have to fight him off, and when he comes back, your best (guy) friends beat the living sh*t out of him. Not quite sure what to make of this.... big super duper hugs and thank yous to Mike and Matt, my new bodyguards. Dan, touch me again, and they'll kill you for sure. I'll see to it. *sweet smile*

( 7:32 AM )   Morning blog!

Querida: Yep, the Mark plot is similar to our dj idea... except a bit more profound. *heh* And seriously, tho, a good plot would be something to the effect of Mark goes baaaad-niichan and tries to end the world, and you gots to stop him. There's a plot. Hooray for plots! Cam's efforts on trying to get Mark to put some sort of value on his own body should start working someday. I mean, HOW many times has Cam explained it? Not to mention, Mark has a nice idea of how Cam thinks now that he's been inside his mind. Mark-niichan's a slut.... but I love him anyway!

Cam: *pounds the living daylights out of Meg for calling Mark such a thing*

*heeheehee* Animal comparisons! *heehee* I gotta try that! Rukura = gecko Poya = otter Yuken = viper Lucifer = duck Michael = horse Zachariah = pot-bellied pig (personality wise) Gabriel = peacock Kanson = crocodile (someone patch in a call to australia, let's get the Crocodile Hunter in here, please... *crosses fingers*)

Meagen-san: I'm working on a fanart for you of SailorM. I shall prolly CG it tonight or tomorrow, okie?

School blows! I don't wanna go to school! WAH!

over and out.

( 6:35 PM )   For fun, and just to annoy him... Rukura's stats!

Name: Raphael Harrison Nickname: Rukura Age: 17 Date of Birth: February 28th Hair: purple Eyes: green Height: 6'4 Occupation: student Descent: Angel Family: human family includes Jacob [father, deceased] and Mary-Anne [mother, deceased]. Original family includes Kanson [father], Europa [mother, deceased], and Uriel {Yuken} [half-brother] Friends: Lucifer, Pandora {Poya}, Michael, Zachariah Current Residence: Atlanta, Georgia Likes: music, reading, daydreaming, being anti-social Dislikes: homework, unwanted attention, medication, and fighting Skills: singing, getting weirdly good grades Setbacks: has a rather serious heart condition, which despite medication and various attempts, is damn near impossible to treat, suicidal, and generally miserable Notes: reincarnation of the Messiah. Human mother died in childbirth, human father committed suicide a few months later. Is considered a "problem child", as he usually gets into fights at school. Been shifted around to foster homes all his life, never staying in one particular home longer than 1 1/2 years. Most recent foster family died in a car crash, leaving him the only living "relative" to claim his foster father's fortune. Lives alone.

( 6:24 PM )   Chris-kun: Dood, a meant the person playing as being Mark... ^__^;;

Meg-chan's on net restrictions, lalalalala... she's gonna get in trouble if she gets caught on the internet, lalalalala... she's rewriting stats for LotM, lalalalala.... she's TOO attached to Raphael-chan, lalala--

Rukura: *belts Meg in the head* Don't call me that! Meg: It's your legal name, isn't it? I like it better 'an Rukura...

Dan wants me to hit him. In the eeeeeew kinda way. Do I really come across as that much of a dom? @_@

( 7:16 AM )   Morning blog!

This is bound to be a short enrty, as mom is home. Sooo...

I had a really funky dream last night, but I don't remember it. All I remember is waking up a lot, upset, and trying to recall where I was. Bennett was curled up to me most of the night (good spiritie dood ^_^), but I don't think it helped much.... ah, well, it's the thought that counts.

Yesterday, I blew $44 on prismacolor pens. I got the box set of cool greys, plus a replacement 60% warm grey as mine is running out. That's me broke for another month now.

BMB is cuuuuuute today. *giggles* I want my verra' own Mik! I *heartheart* Mik! Rach, you better get me a Mik for my birthday! Or else!

I can't draw worth beans lately. *cries*

to Chris-kun: Thanks for the comment on the layout... and maybe now I'll bug querida to do an AH game (I honestly didn't think about that @_@).

*ponders* Yeah, you could go arouns as Mark in the game, and you could sleep with every second person you run into---

Cam: SHUT UP! *thwacks Meg* Meg: Hey, it's not my fault that your hubby is a total sl--- Cam: *throws a table at Meg* Meg: Itaaaai. X_X

Otaaay, enough out of me. Over and out.

( 11:44 PM )   Hal is GOD... lalalala! Hal is thy holy master!       ( 11:27 PM )   Purple is a nice colour! It's the colour of hentai. ^__^;       ( 12:30 AM )   BEHOLD THE NEW LAYOUT!!!

....very purple, isn't it?

( 3:58 PM )   This close >< to shooting myself...       ( 3:56 PM )   I WILL get this to work.... I swear I will.       ( 3:53 PM )   HTML is annoying. Background image, where are you?       ( 3:50 PM )   Let's hope for the background image now.... *crosses fingers*       ( 3:45 PM )   Playing with the layout...       ( 3:25 PM )   This is the temp layout, as I'm altering this puppy to look how I want it to. New version should be up tonight.       ( 2:43 PM )   Chris-kun: the Boa cd has two names. One is the japanese release, the other is for the international market. It's either called Race of the Thousand Camels or Twilight (like this here blog!). And the Limp Bizkit cd is called Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavoured Water. And Hannibal is a lot different than the Silence of the Lambs, isn't it? I liked it, but I stand by the fact that Jodie Foster made a much better Clarice Starling than Julianne Moore could ever hope to be.

Anyway.

My Bennett still isn't home... Dora, is he still with you? If not, you'd think he'd be home by now... *sighs*

Okay, time for me to book it outta' here for a bit afore dad calls and has a fit 'cause the line is busy.

( 8:05 PM )   Interlude...

Meg: Cain and Yuken! KAWAII!!!! Yuken: *giggles and twitches his neko-mimi, looking all innocent* Rukura: ICK! Who the HELL would touch HIM!? *points at Yuken* Meg: Well, you 'touched' him once... Rukura: NOT BY CHOICE, GODDAMMIT!! .... *sneezes* Yuken: *eyes Rukura venomously* Rukura: I'll be running off to Lian now... *heads for the hills as fast as his (verra' long) legs can carry him*

( 8:00 PM )   Querida, thank goodness it's not bronchitis. That's something I get a LOT, and it's not fun at all. And ten pounds? ALRIGHT! You GO, girlfriend!! *tackleglomps* You'll be okay.... I know so! ^.^

I got the "Play" cd (Moby), which came with the edit of South Side for free. Bonus, baby! ^_____^

( 7:24 AM )   Morning blog!

Well, I feel mighty stupid this morning. Yesterday, I kinda pulled a muscle in my left leg (riiight in my calf), but it stopped hurting. Woke up from a funky dream and got up to find it hurt. Now, being the idiot I am and not usually restricted by physical pain (hey, that's what ended up breaking my ankle), I went for a shower. Feeling headachey and cramped, I worked my way down the stairs, only to pull the same muscle again and fall about halfway down and land on the cat at the bottom. ^___^;;; <---- feels very dumb

*falls over* Meagen-san, you had me scared a minute there! If you had MEANT Mark, I would have had to call in paramedics and stuff to make sure you weren't doped up on anything!!!! @_@

List of kyara and colours this blog is gonna be themed on in order of layout updates: Cam/purple (this weekend, hopefully) Lucas/red (whenever) Mark/blue (whenever) Sybandial/pink (whenever) Jesse/green (whenever)

Each layout will have a background featuring the kyara, too! ^_^

I really need a life. Over and out!

( 9:51 PM )   Song lyrics... one of Cam's most recent themes! "Learn to Fly" by the Foo Fighters

Run and tell all of the angels This could take all night Think I need a devil to help me get things right

Hook me up a new revolution Cuz this one is a lie We sat around laughing And watched the last one die

I'm looking to the sky to save me Looking for a sign of life Looking for something to help me burn out bright I'm looking for a complication Looking cuz I'm tired of lying Make my way back home when I learn to fly

I'm done nursing the patience I can wait one night I'd give it all away if you'd give me one last try We'll live happily ever trapped if you'd just save my life Run and tell the angels that everything's all right

I'm looking to the sky to save me Looking for a sign of life Looking for something to help me burn out bright I'm looking for a complication Looking cuz I'm tired of trying Make my way back home when I learn to fly Make my way back home when I learn to

Fly along with me, I can't quite make it alone Try to make this life my own Fly along with me, I can't quite make it alone Try to make this life my own

I'm looking to the sky to save me Looking for a sign of life Looking for something to help me burn out bright I'm looking for a complication Looking cuz I'm tired of trying Make my way back home when I learn to

Looking to the sky to save me Looking for a sign of life Looking for something to help me burn out bright I'm looking for a complication Looking cuz I'm tired of trying Make my way back home when I learn to fly Make my way back home when I learn to fly Make my way back home when I learn to...

( 7:06 PM )   Tay, I've decided the theme for my next layout... good ol' Bennett and the colour purple. How... fitting. ^__^

Now if only I can get this stupid HTML editor thing to work... *binks it*

( 11:05 AM )   Morning blog (late again)!

WHOO HOO! I GOT INTO THE ADVANCED VISUAL ART STUDIO CLASS!!! BIG HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ON MR. HALL!!!!

Yeaaah, I just went to first period class this morning and got my classes for next year reviewed. Then I came home because the muscles in my abdomen are spasming and it hurts like bugger all.

To all my blogging friends; I'm gonna change the layout of this blog in the next week (I have a LOT of links to add). I'm gonna theme it around an AH kyara, so lemme know who you think would be best, please. Just post your opinion in your blog, as I read most of them daily anyway. ^__^;

( 8:23 PM )   Yeah, I've neglected my duties as a blog-person lately... I have a life, you know. (Hey, the LEAST you can do is smile and nod! T_T)

Not much is happening, really. My civics class keeps getting cancelled, so I think I'll skip it tomorrow and come home early. What else to say...? Ummm, not much.

Song of the moment: "The Kids Aren't Alright" by the Offspring. I'm on a REAL Offspring kick right now... dunno why exactly. Maybe 'cause they just amuse me. ^_^;

Grammy awards. Bleeeek. *makes a face*

Amy, kids who don't like cheese are stupid! HA HA!

( 3:33 PM )   ...afternoon.... blog!

This morning I spent the whole time trying to get my scanner to work, so thus, no morning blog. But I've got some stuff say for a change!

Today, lunch period was spent bothering Dan for the most part. He really ticked me off yesterday, and I'm extracting my revenge. So, I was making him jealous by glomping Matt at every opportunity (Matt doesn't mind too much, and he's nice to hug 'cause he's always warm.... and no, Mike, he's not my boyfriend! JUST A FRIEND!! T_T). It was rather comical. Civics class was cancelled, since Ms. Fotinos was at the Raptor's game with the people who signed up to go... the half of my class that was at school for the last three periods of the day got transferred to a Grade 12 geography class, in which was SO awkward that the teacher took pity on us and sent us all home. Redoing Angel Hunter again. This time, on the right sized paper... I'm sticking with the page layouts, tho, as I think I've got the look I want.

And, for fun! Rukura's theme song lyrics!

Home by Depeche Mode

Here is a song from the wrong side of town Where I'm bound to the ground by the loneliest sound That pounds from within and is pinning me down

Here is a page from the emptiest stage A cage or the heaviest cross ever made A guage of the deadliest trap ever laid

And I thank you for bringing me here For showing me home, for singing these tears Finally I've found that I belong here

The heat and the sickliest sweet smelling sheets That cling to the backs of my knees and my feet I'm drowning in time to a desperate beat

And I thank you for bringing me here For showing me home, for singing these tears Finally I've found that I belong...

Feels like home I should have known From my first breath

God sent the only true friend I call mine Pretend that I'll make amends the next time Befriend the glorious end of the line

And I thank you for bringing me here For showing me home, for singing these tears Finally I've found that I belong here.

( 7:11 AM )   Morning Blog!

This song is tripping me out right now, but goddamn, do I love it! *grooves to "Home" by Depeche Mode* It's a really dramatic song... and it's sooooo making me think of Rukura. >_<;

It's very cold this morning. At least I think so, anyway, so I'm sitting here wearing the couch blanket as a cape. I feel like a doooork.

Meg's Art Corner (Freckle-chan, you copycat! T_T)

A special little picture; Lucas in his newest style of dress. Drool factor, out of 10? 12.

What else to say... ummm... Mom didn't leave me lunch money again. T_T;

Over and out!

( 2:12 PM )   Cam: EVERYONE RUN WHILE YOU CAN!!!! THE END IS NEAR!!!!!

....yep, for the first time in YEARS, I'm the proud owner of twp pairs of blue jeans. I've not worn blue jeans since I was about 5... and these ones fit niiiiice. I have hips and a waist.... @__@

Anyway, mom and I went to Sears and then to Curry's Art Supplies. I got my two pairs of jeans, two men's dress shirts (one white, one black), a new sketchbook, 4 new warm grey prismacolors, and a new 05 pigment pen. I am a happy Meg-chan!

Blue jeans that fit... *in shock*

( 9:09 PM )   I have officially started rewriting the Chronicles of Benjamin Carter! WHIHAI! Here's a bit of what I've written so far.

Frail. Benjamin was frail. He was about 5'4, fifteen years of age, and pale. He was small and slight in build; a boy and not yet a man. Right now, he looked more fragile than he really was... curled up under the blankets of his rather small bed, bruised and crying. It was a familiar scene.

Benjamin wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand in a vain attempt to push the tears away. However, it was pointless since more just spilled down his cheeks as if to spite him and his efforts to stop them. He hated crying. Hated it. But at times like this --- only at times like this--- he couldn't help himself. He was so tired of being forced into the clutches of rich men; predators that liked their pleasure taken out on the young boys who could be bought if the price was right. He was sick of the violation and the abuse. Most of all, he was sick of his father pushing him into it. His own father. He hiccupped in his efforts to restrain his tears.

Benjamin wanted more than anything to run away. Run away to another city, another country, anywhere but where he was. Just out of the clutches of the people who hurt him so much. But he was trapped like the birds his father kept in the iron cages that lined the back yard. He was a prisoner, shackled to the bars of his perpetual cage. Derkshaw would catch him if he ran. Derkshaw always caught him.

"Damn him to hell," Benjamin thought bitterly, though he regretted thinking it for reasons he couldn't quite explain.

There was a tap of boots in the hallway, and Benjamin closed his eyes, breathed deeply, and pretended to be asleep. The heavy, even steps stopped outside his door. The door squeaked as it opened slightly.

Benjamin tried to keep his breathing slow and deep, tried not to flinch. He felt Derkshaw's gaze on him. It burned.

'Go away, papa, go away....'

The door opened a bit more, and the tap of boots carried into the room.

It would be a good half hour before Derkshaw left, the blood on his hands and shirt not his own.

( 2:28 PM )   Man, am I grateful for mom. She just brought me the most wonderful little care packet of a bottle of ibuprofen and a Terry's Dark Chocolate Orange bar. *sniffles happily* Thank you, mommie!

Amy, Amy, Amy.... you have no idea how much stress is gone already. *heavy sigh* I can't thank you enough.

Spellleeeeeeerrrr, next weekend is go for coming over to my house to watch movies! You like freaky movies, I'll make you watch freaky ANIME movies! On the roster so far: Perfect Blue and X. Maybe I'll make a trip to Roger's Video and snag Devil Man or something. But I will get you hooked. I will. Your time will come (*sings* thy will be done!).

*laughing at BMB* Yeah, Mik, you dirty minded cutie! You think those nasty thoughts about Harley! *laughing*

Oiiii, Freckle-chan... you posted a nice list of couples you like. I think for fun, I'll do the same!

Cardcaptor Sakura Touya and Yukito - kawaii! KAWAII!!!! Sakura and Tomoyo - so sue me!

Oh My Goddess! Trobadour and Urd - they were cool! Too bad he's such a dork. Keiichi and Belldandy - well, DUH!

Magic Knight Rayearth Ascot and Umi - I'm a sucker for Ascot. What a little cutie! Clef and Presea - ditto that, 'cause Clef is so cute and so short!

Dragon Half Mink and Lufa - not likely, I know, but still.

Bakuretsu Hunter Tira and Carrot - feh on Chocolate. She's not half as cool as Tira. Marron and Gateau - I don' like Gateau too much, but Marron is so hot. *_*

Ranma 1/2 Ranma and Shampoo - not likely, either, but I think Mousse is too wussy for her. I've always been a Ranma/Shampoo 'shipper.

Shamanic Princess Kagetsu and Tiara - it's a sad relationship... Sarah and Tiara - um, don't ask.

Slayers Lina and Gourry - he's so funny around her... ^__^

Sailor Moon Usagi and anyone but Mamoru! T_T; Chibi Usagi and Pelulu [Perelu, Perele] - *heehee* Cute fae-ish boy with white hair!

Neon Genesis Evangelion Shinji and Asuka - I think she really does like him. She just doesn't know how to show it. Misato and Koji - funny funny! She's a player, tho.

RPing kyara [involving mine] Cam and Mark - for obvious reasons. Rukura, Lian, and Gabby - yes, a yaoi threesome. They're all so cute. Sola [Soren] and Sybandial - so innocent and sweet. ^_^ Jyrian and Quoik - I don't talk about these two much, but their relationship is really cute. Jesse and Rach - how can I not like this? He's cute, she's cute (haha, Rach!) Lucas and Lila - I liked this possibility... too bad she's dead and we won't find out what woulda' happened. Lucas and Carter - this is a slightly more demented relationship. Cadence and Lexiel - a more intellectual relationship... even if Lexiel is kinda big on sex for sick reasons. ^_^; Cadence3 and Cam - I'm a sick, sick girl. Lucifer and Setsuko - if we get Setsuko back, then we can resume this. They're cute too. ^_^

Other Stories Kiih and Ro (from Dora's "Three O'Clock") - I don't really know why... these two just kinda hit it off in my mind. Len and Yuri (see above) - ditto the above again.

Book Series Ron and Hermione - need I explain? Sirius and Remus - again, need I explain? Lestat and Louis (Anne Rice's VC books) - strange but yummy relationship Lestat and David - intellectual and alluring. Marius and Amadeo - Stokholm syndrome. Cal and Meg (A Wrinkle in Time) - KAWAII!

That's that done. ^__^;

( 10:41 PM )   Sap warning ahead!

I have the best best friends in the whole world! My best friends are Speller and Amy!

Speller, who I know I don't mention on here too much (I'm sorry! ;_;), is the smartest person I know. She's also one of the most talented writers, too. How many people can write a whole novel before/during high school? Aside from Amelia Atwater-Rhodes, not many. And her poetry kicks ass! She has a lot of it published. She can also draw better realistic stuff than I can, which makes me mondo jealous. It's not fair, I tell you! And she must learn to watch out for Hannibal. Beware him. Speller likes pudding. And pears. Damn those pears.

Amy and I have been friends since 7th grade, when she was the "new kid". We actually first met in drama class. She ran over a possum on her way to work. Yeeeah! She, too, is an amazing writer. It's not FAIR! She came runner up in the story writing contest a while back. I was proud. And I SCREEEEEEAMED the loudest when she won the Todd Bayless award. I live to embarrass.... ^_~

I am grateful to have such good friends. I love them. This concludes the sap. ^___^;

( 9:04 PM )   Querida, you're cooler than Simon and Milo! (Personally, Milo's a tad too butch for my liking, but Simon is a cute little brit guy with the sweetest little sentiments!) ....anyway.... yes, you have a neck. I hope. ^_~

And to complete the phrase you know you have problems when...you obsess over a cartoon with no neck, no nose, and huge eyes!

( 7:29 AM )   Morning blog!

I watched Perfect Blue last night. It downright scared me! Seeing Hannibal didn't scare me, seeing the Rage; Carrie 2 didn't scare me.... but Perfect Blue DID. The "real Mima" (the one who's forever in the Cham costume) is SCARY!!! And the Mimaniac is pretty scary too. o_O Iffen you haven't seen this movie, get it. Especially if you like stuff like Neon Genesis Evangelion, X, or Serial Experiments Lain. I warn you, there's nudity, a rape scene, and a lot of gore. This movie freaked me out more than Eva did.

In other news... going to the art store tomorrow!!! And, I'm also skipping 5th period today. Maybe even 3rd, 'cause I'm stuck doing NOTHING all class anyway. -_-;

Hopefully they have the 10x15 paper I want... 'cause, you know, that being the traditional dimensions for comic drawing. Y'all knew that, right? *gives you a loooooook*

And I best be off to get ready... JA!

( 7:02 PM )   Blogger hates me.

OH! OH! EVERYONE GO READ TODAY'S BMB!!! CY AND SKIDS FOREVERRRRR!!!!

I'm having a hell of a lucky streak this week. Today, in the mail, I got an AUTOGRAPHED Simon and Milo picture, FRAMED!!! *swoons*

And I got Perfect Blue!!!!

( 5:14 PM )   Gonna go see Hannibal with Mike and Chris in about half an hour! ^__^       ( 7:21 AM )   Morning Blog!

Last night, began a really angsty RP with Cam and Mark (well, it was angsty on Cam's end). Now, I only just realized that I think up really weird stuff that follow pretty much all the major time/space/reality laws. And all on a whim and at random. It's strange. You know you study this stuff too much when.... Yep, it's not every day when I come up with plots like that puppy. Using the imprints left in the reality weave to reconstruct a Mark.... that's some strange stuff (but it actually makes sense, which is what throws me). Huh.

I feel guilty... I got mad at Amy last night. She was being a little more depressing than usual, and I just couldn't stand it. I'm sick and stressed and I don't need to boost her ego all the time.

I've had this urge for the past couple of days to draw Cam shaking Lucas by the shoulders and looking very upset while Lucas looks blank. I don't really know why.... the caption for it has been running through my head, as it is this: "What am I to you?!" Trippiness.

Well, being the idiot I am, I didn't do my civics homework. My group is gonna love me for that.... then again, they're sticking me with the job of reading the presentation on Spain because I'm the only one that knows how to speak some Spanish. *sweatdrops*

I'm having urges to draw the weirdest things.... I hate it when Cam angsts at me from his little spot in my mind.

Meg's Art Corner A really weird little picture of c3 and a Chibi Cam. C3 is drawn more in my gothic anime style than my normal one. Turned out quite well! ^_^

Over and out!

( 7:16 PM )   Neeee, imouto! If you're not gonna be doing Yunga Neko for a while, you should get a guest artist to do, like, weekly panels just until you can work on it again. *volunteers*       ( 7:14 AM )   Morning blog time again, kids!

I'm feeling okay this morning, so school for me. *sigh* School is so boring. Lunch is okay, mind you, because I have (as Speller said) "so many male bitches that work" for me. ^__^

I've been doing a lot of drawing since I got those pens. It's scary... can't wait to get more! ^__^ I also gotta get me some 10 X 15 paper, 'cause that's the standard comic size. I don't feel up to fighting with printers because the size ratio on 8.5 X 11 is uneven. Screw it. I'll just redo it all on standards.

I'm having the straaangest breakfast. Pork chops. Don't ask me, it was the only thing I could find...

Song of the moment: "Cruel Angel's Thesis (Harmonia Remix)" from Evangelion. *slobbers* I forgot what a COOL remix this is!!!

Meg's Art Corner Ben Carter, looking cute and vaguely distant! (Hey, he's a Blink fan, too!) Mark makes a scarilly cute girl. o_O Appearently, so does Lucas. Onna-Cam makes me think of Rally from Gunsmith Cats for some reason.... How cliché.

Over and out!

( 5:30 PM )   Nah nah naaaah! Meg has Sympatico access!!

Anyway, Meg also got herself some niiiiice grey prismacolor pens yesterday! Meg drew some pretty pretty pictures with them, too! Meg is happy, so she is!

Meg's Art Corner With her new prismacolors in hand, Meg is proud to present her latest creations! Angelique, the evil evil bitchy whore of a Demon from AH. She's pretty, tho. ^_^; "Legacy of the Messiah" cast shot; Rukura, Lucifer, and Pandora as kids! Carter and Lucas, a strange relationship these doods have. Carter looks somewhat like Cam, doesn't he? Quoik, Meg's only fae kyara!!

( 2:25 PM )   Tiredtiredtiredtired....

At the Office Place, they have a set of 24 prismacolor markers for about 40 bucks. I WANT THEM, but mom says "no, I don't have that kind of money right now". So, what we're gonna do, is I'm gonna drag her to Curry's Art Supplies store in a few hours and see how much THEY'RE selling them for.... maybe she'll buckle and take me back to the Office Place. ^_~

I need grey markers...

...oh, note to all who talk to me at night online. I won't be on until really late 'cause the network will be down. Unless mom hooks us up with Sympatico tonight, I'll be on around 2am. *sniffles* I'm gonna be without my querida fix! *snifflesniffle*

( 8:34 PM )   Lack of bloggingness today, as you all may have noticed. Dunno why, I was home again....

song of the moment: "Under the Bridge" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. I *heart* Flea.... what an AMAZING bass player. Too bad this song doesn't showcase him much. If you want good bass by the dood tho, "Californication" is an order.

*cheers* The restrictions to see Hannibal have been changed from R to AA! In other words, I can get in to see it! Heeey, Dan, Amy, Speller, anyone? Wanna come with? I warn y'all, tho, it's been said that this movie is grotesquely violent.

Tomorrow is gonna be a very busy day. I'm going into town with my mom and brother for most of the day, then it's home for a few hours (like, two), and to the mall where I shall meet with Quinn-chan and Chris to go for our ritual Riot Ink business meeting. Then I shall return from the depths of Quinn's anime/transformers shrine of a home and return to my humble lair around midnight. Then I'll prolly talk to my baaaaybeeeeee (aka: querida) for the remainder of the dark hours of the evening.

Oh! Celeb Jeopardy! Two of my faaaaavourite doods were on there! Seth Green from various shows such as Buffy, and Steven from the Barenaked Ladies! DOOD! And Seth has his hair buzzed in sooooo damn short that he looks bald. 0_o

Kick ass! 3 Doors Down are playing at the Warehouse on March 11, and tickets are only $27... man, I wanna GOOOOO!!!

( 12:37 PM )   For Whom the Bell Tolls by Metallica Make his fight on the hill in the early day Constant chill deep inside Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey On the fight, for they are right, yes, by who's to say? For a hill men would kill, why? They do not know Suffered wounds test there their pride Men of five, still alive through the raging glow Gone insane from the pain that they surely know

For whom the bell tolls Time marches on For whom the bell tolls

Take a look to the sky just before you die It is the last time you will Blackened roar massive roar fills the crumbling sky Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry Stranger now, are his eyes, to this mystery He hears the silence so loud Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be Now the will see what will be, blinded eyes to see

For whom the bell tolls Time marches on For whom the bell tolls

( 12:17 PM )   Okay, today's guest BMB is quite good. ^__^

*points out the window* Heehee, a mini-plow!! *giggles*

song of the moment: "Sunny Came Home" by Shawn Colvin (so sue me, I like this song... ).

( 12:08 PM )   Why is it on days that it's not supposed to snow, it snows the most? We've gotten about 13 cm since last night and it's still coming down... -_-;

song of the moment: "For Whom the Bell Tolls" by Metallica. Heeheehee....makes me think of AH. I shall post the lyrics on here later.

( 7:42 AM )   The Wheel of Excitement on Neopets loves me... I just won another 10 000 np. O_O       ( 7:35 AM )   Morning blog!

Here I am, killing time while I wait for either mom to call me or for me to call mom. Stupid morons in Wal-Mart, you call the main office and ask to be patched through to Electronics, and they put you on hold and hang up on you. Figures, it was mom's boss that just did that to me. Moron.

I got slim to no sleep last night due to sickness. Man, do I hurt... I feel like my guts are being put into a dryer's spin cycle constantly. And after drinking 3 L of cranberry juice, I'm not too good right now. I'm kinda waiting for mom to call so I can ask her what to do... I dunno if I should stay home or go to school. I bet I'm missing a fair bit. Well, there's always Fiona and Harpreet to ask. ^_^;;

I bet Dan's gonna kill me if I'm off another day. Mike's prolly beaten him up a few times by now without me there.

*drums her fingers* Mom, I asked you to phone me... you've got 10 minutes, and then I phone YOU....and hope I don't get hung up on...

Oh! BmB's on it's guest week. Y'know, with guest artists doing the panels. I'm not liking it too much. Yesterday's was a tad too blunt, with not enough joke 'ahind it. Maybe next time, I'll try for a guest spot on there. I'd be sure to do something involving Cy and Skids. I love Cy and Skids. ^__^

I'm running very low on straight kyara. Querida manages to turn them all gay! *shakes her head* Bennett, Lucas, Rukura, Sy.... who next? *turns to Tiirak* Dood, you're not gay are you? Tiirak: No way. Meg: You sure?? Tiirak: Yes, I'm sure. Meg: *looks suspicious*

Mommie bought me the Silence of the Lambs yesterday. It's such a good movie, and all the better if you've read the book. The casting for the movie is very good, too... Jodie Foster makes such a cute Clarice Starling. It really pisses me off that Julianne Moore is playing Clarice in Hannibal (which comes out tomorrow, check your local listings ^_~). She is SO not Starling material. But as long as Sir Anthony Hopkins is still good ol' Hannibal Lecter the Cannibal, I'll watch it.

*calls Mom* Wow, I got through....!!! Maybe that's because I cheated and used the associates-only code. How would I know THAT? 9.9

Looks like I get to stay home again today... *feh* Boredom and a half. Amy, if you're home, feel free to phone me or something.

Over and out!

( 10:50 PM )   Yeeeeeeeee! Querida can read my mind and alter my dreamstate!!!!

No one should have to drink 2 litres of cranberry juice in 5 hours. x_X

( 9:21 AM )   Morning blog!

I'm home sick! And it's only the 4th day of semester 2. Seems that whatever the hell was wrong with me before is wrong with me again... pain hurts, you know. T_T;

I've not much to say today... doesn't that suck when you wanna say something but you're outta' stuff to say?

OH!!! GOOD NEWS! AH Issue one is officially coming along WELL! Looks like I won't have to go to version 16... ^___^

( 9:32 PM )   Rukura and Lian... I got bored and messed around with PC Paintbrush...       ( 6:41 PM )   *looking from her cat CC to her mug of hot chocolate* CC is staring at the marshmellows like they're evil..... *inches away*       ( 6:29 PM )   The Angel Hunter church stainglass window...?       ( 4:00 PM )   Okay, I know.... I didn't blog this morning. I was running mighty late. I had to hop fences to get to school. ^_^;;;

What did I do today? Not much. I got yelled at three times and nearly booted out of my history class (why? for drawing! >.<;;), and I nearly fell asleep in comm tech. Thankfully, Mr. Dewitte let us out early.

The layouts for pages 1-4 of AH have been redone. This is version 15... and I'm LIKING it! FINALLY!

Heeey, imouto! Mercutio was the best kyara in that play. I also liked Benvolio, he was cool too (my once-best-friend Brittany took to calling me 'Volio 'cause I liked him so much). Mercutio, tho, had one hell of an attitude, and he was interesting and VERY funny. Too bad he had to die... I'm glad you liked the little snippet. Allow me to post another, just for you! ^__^ This is another bit I quite like.

Benjamin found it facinating to watch him, he was so calm and so... well, he was the very picture of freedom as far as he was concerned. Yes, that was it. Benjamin admired Lokistrant's blasé attitude towards life. Envy, almost.

When one night, Lokistrant was late on his ritual visits to the plantation, Benjamin worried. Could he have been hurt?.... no. This was Lokistrant. He didn't GET hurt. But maybe he just didn't want to see him anymore?

Abandonment. A reoccurring issue. His throat felt dry suddenly. He curled up on his bed, blond hair over his eyes, and wished for morning, when he KNEW that Lokistrant would not come. No second guessing when daylight was involved.

Minutes passed. And quite unexpectedly, Lokistrant was there, startling the boy. Leaning against the far wall, watching quietly, decked out in his usual dark reds and silvers. Benjamin sat up. "How long have you been there? You scared me!"

Lokistrant smiled his usual enigmatic smile, the impression of fangs something no longer unexpected. "Carter, deepest apologies for being so late." The smile was kind, but the voice was final, the tone stating that there was to be no questions asked. Lokistrant held out his hand to the boy. "Care to come with me into town for a while?"

( 7:45 AM )   Morning Blog, part II

Oh! I saw Cast Away over the weekend! It's SO good! Tom Hanks is a surprisingly good actor... I mean, who else can get away with talking to a volleyball so convincingly? And we all know that Amy likes to imagine him naked (Tom, not the volleyball). You should all go see it! NOW!!!! That's an order!

Heehee, now a little quote for fun from a story I am going to re-write.

Benjamin stared across the table at the stranger, worried. The man seemed in his twenties, if that, and had long brown hair that spilled over his shoulders and down his back. His eyes were an unnatural ruby red, and they were very intelligent eyes. Benjamin had learned early in life to be cautious, especially with the smarter ones.

The man crossed his hands on the table in front of him, casual. "Benjamin Carter, correct?"

Benjamin could dect a vague, though unrecognizable, accent. "Yes sir."

"You're fifteen?"

"Yes sir."

"Such a shame to see someone so young forced into... what you're familiar with."

Benjamin sunk down in his chair. "Why are you here? Why did you pull me away from papa?"

To match Benjamin's withdraw from the table, the man leaned forward, and smiled. Benjamin could have sworn he saw fangs. "You remind me of someone."

( 7:22 AM )   Morning blog!

Man, do I feel WEIRD this morning. I'm not sure why, exactly, but I just feel weird. I dunno. I think a certain spiritie dood slept in my bed with me last night.... *points at Bennett* 'Cause I actually slept.

Last night, during a particularly good RP, my ISP died and wouldn't let me back on. I wasn't happy. It was getting SO good, too... *pouts*

I'm so quickly out of things to say.... ^____^;;

O'er an' out!

( 11:17 AM )   Meg's random contemplations I'm considering re-writing Carter's story, which ties in with a fair bit of Lucas' story. Been considering it for a while... Carter's got some serious problems, and he's fun to write because he's so screwed up. He's got a really weird past. His dad was SUCH a jerk.... and up until becoming a vampire, Carter was good little Bennie; never had the nerve to fight his father. *ponders* It's an interesting story. Maybe I'll start on it again after I get home from seeing Cast Away....       ( 10:56 PM )   Okay, people, special announcement!!!!!!! Congrats to Bennett and niichan on the birth of their daughter, Candra Arael Bennett! ^___^       ( 3:32 PM )   Woohoo! I got switched from Casement's class to Apostolou's class! Hooray!!! And I am already SO ahead of all the people in my comm tech class. I seem to be the only one who knows how to use Adobe Photoshop, Illustrator, Publisher, and Premier, as well as Quark and a few other programs. Damn, am I ahead. *_*       ( 7:36 AM )   Morning blog!

Wow, I only slept 3 hours and I feel okay.... *falls out of her chair laughing at today's BmB* Cy and Skids are a riot! I hope they do turn out as a couple! *laughing*

New semester starts today. I'm not too happy about this, as I have history and math this semester, and history is my homeroom class. With Mr. Casement. *cries* NOOOO!!! If I get called by my last name ONCE in his class, I'm gonna commit suicide (okay, not really).

My room is now a nice shrine of large wall hangings. On the walls around my bed, I have three Card Captor Sakura wallscrolls (two anime, one manga), and one kick-ASS Prozzak Saturday People promo poster. Thank you, John. *smilesmilesmile*

On Neopets, I am neopoor. Looks like my pets are gonna be eating at the soup kitchen a lot. -_-;

Meg's Art Corner! I know, I've not done much in the way of art lately. You know what's weird? I tend to draw more in school than at home. I think it's because I'm around so many people. Cam's SD Panther form, doodled in MS Paint. I was bored, okay? And it DID turn out cute. Part of my MS Paint family portrait. I still have to finish the pictures for John and Dani, and the kids too if I have enough willpower after screwing around with the stupid program afterwards.

Song of the moment: "When Doves Cry (Fatboy Slim remix) by Depeche Mode and Prince. I love this... don't ask me why. ^_^;

Quote of the moment: "Listen sister, if I want your opinion, I'll BEAT it out of you!" -- Elvira, Mistress of the Dark

Okay, that's it for now. Ja matta ne! *disappears in purple smoke*

( 12:38 PM )   Song of the moment: "Misere by Andrea Bocelli and John Miles. I have a very....expansive taste in music. So sue me. *sings along*       ( 11:45 AM )   To Chris-kun: Dooood, I don't hate you, and I'm not mad at you..... jus' chill, man. S'your blog, you can say what's on your mind...

I got my pretty pretty new cladagh ring in the mail yesterday! *kisses said ring* Mi querida gave it to me!! Isn't that sweet? ^__^

I have come to the conclusion that Cam would make a really scary bad guy. Like, not c3... but if CAM were bad. He'd be scary. I mean, he's already got some issues with where his loyalty lies... and he's pretty much infinite in power. Not to mention, after being killed about 200 times, I think he knows the painful ways to kill people. Wonder if niichan (currently my neechan) sees this? Well, at least now he knows about Cam's possibilities for becoming nothing more than a lethal weapon.

I have three neopets! My blue wocky named Cadence, my green shoyru named Lokistrant, and my yellow eyrie Poyania! ^__^

"My December" is © Linkin Park. The art is mine. Don't take. Information on the layout is thus; this is Damien McKinnley, a character of mine whom I've been roleplaying for a little over a year now. He's Simon McKinnley's oldest child, and he's kinda angsty and depressive. Art done in paintchat and added some snow in Photoshop.

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