#and for him to just... straight up Disappear

[serafilms]

FIRST DATE, KINDA NERVOUS

part 2 of the golden quartet

art donaldson x reader, slight tashi duncan x reader, slight patrick zweig x reader

summary: the story of your first kiss with art donaldson in a hotel room, and your first date in a diner. cute, fluffy, healthy, a tiny bit suggestive but not really. group polyamory dynamics hinted at. (play: so high school by taylor swift). wc: 3.5k

“What do you think?”

You shrugged. “They’re cute, they seem nice, and your backhand is like, a million times stronger than theirs, so I reckon you could take them in a fight.”

“What, you wouldn’t help?”

“Please. I’m too weak for that,” you said, shaking your wrist limply in Tashi’s face.

She rolled her eyes at you and pushed it out of the way. “Whatever, fine. We’re going.”

She ran her fingers through her hair. After showering, the straight hair from the party had disappeared, giving way to her natural waves. You always thought she looked prettier this way. Softer, somehow.

“Yay,” you said simply. “But just remember that my parents placed my safety and care in your hands, so if we get, like, murdered or something—”

“Oh, shut up,” Tashi groaned, a laugh bubbling out of her mouth, “you were just endorsing them.”

“Yeah, well. I’m indecisive.”

The smile that slowly spread across Tashi’s face told you all you needed to know. Ten seconds later you had grabbed and shrugged on your jacket and the two of you were climbing your way out of her bedroom window.

Now, you’re sitting on the floor of a hotel room, Tashi on your left and Art on your right, Patrick laying comfortably across from you, propped up by his elbows.

The beer in your hand is pretty shitty, which is a fact you find odd considering you can only assume it was either stolen from one of their parents, or paid for using a bribe, and in both of those cases, wouldn’t the beer be better?

But maybe that’s not what you should be focusing on right now, you think, as Patrick leans forwards to take it from your hand. His fingers brush yours as the can crosses over. For the last hour or so, the four of you have gone through eleven cans of beer, each consumed one at a time, being passed around like a bong.

Your eyes linger on the way Patrick’s mouth engulfs the opening of the can, right where yours had just been, and the way he passes it right to Tashi, who does the same as she takes a sip. The flush of heat in your face and belly are hard to ignore, and you’re not too sure how much of it can be attributed to the alcohol.

There’s a stutter in your chest as Art nudges you with his elbow. “So what are you planning on majoring in?”

His cheeks and ears also look flushed, but you think that might just be a consequence of the story Patrick told earlier. It was a sweet story; you assured the boy next to you of that when he’d buried his face in his hands, but he still seemed a little perturbed.

It was a sweet story though, you muse. Tashi said that they seemed like brothers, but you thought they seemed like they were an old married couple.

You’re brought back out of your thoughts as Tashi hands you the beer. “Oh, um. I’m not too set on anything yet, but I think maybe journalism.”

Patrick lets out a whistle. “What, not physiotherapy or sports medicine?”

You shrug, and before you can stop yourself, you say, “Just because I was a tennis player doesn’t mean it’s my whole personality.”

Immediately, you wince. Wrong place, wrong time. You steal a quick glance at Tashi, but she seems unaffected. Right. It’s Tashi. The last thing she feels is insecure. She simply looks at you.

But for good measure, you add, “I mean, I can still do sports news, or something.”

Against the better judgement of your burning stomach and your sluggish thoughts, you take another swig and then pass the can to Art.

“Journalism suits you,” he comments quietly as he takes it. You give him a small smile. He takes a small sip of the beer, and you can’t help but watch the way his Adam’s apple shifts when he swallows.

“I need some ice,” announces Tashi. She rises from her position on the floor.

Patrick wastes no time in scrambling up too. “I’ll come with!”

Tashi gives you a look like she’s exasperated, but you know better from the way she waits for Patrick to grab his key and open the door for her. She doesn’t look back as she walks out, but Patrick calls out a teasing, “See you guys later,” before the door closes fully.

When you turn your head towards Art, you see that he’s looking right at you.

“You sure do that a lot,” you mumble.

He smiles in a way that seems endeared and a little confused. “What?”

“Stare.”

“Sorry, I just—”

“No, no, it’s fine. It’s nice. I- I, uh.” Your thoughts are racing, everywhere and nowhere all at once, as you struggle to find the words. The way Art looks at you sends a buzz of something in your abdomen, and your mind becomes all the more scrambled. “I need to stand up.”

You stand quickly, maybe too quickly, and immediately stumble.

“Whoa, you okay?” Art’s quick to jump to his feet. His hands find their place on either side of your waist to steady you. Now you really can’t focus.

“Yeah,” you hear yourself say, “I think I should sit down instead.”

You’re very aware of the fact that his hand stays on your waist as you bumble over to the edge of the bed and take a seat.

There’s a pang of disappointment when his hand leaves your waist, and another when he stands unsurely in front of you. You pat the spot next to you.

“Sit. Please.”

He complies. Perched on the edge of the bed, hands in his lap, he’s much closer than when you were sitting on the floor together. You fiddle with your hands and steal glances at him every now and then.

“I wanted to ask you,” Art breaks the silence, “do you ever miss it?”

You don’t need to ask what he means by ‘it.’

There’s a moment where you gaze off, eyes wandering towards the door, before they return to the boy next to you and you shake your head.

“I don’t, not really.” You bite the inside of your cheek in thought. “It was fun for a while, and I liked being good at something, but I think I just fell out of love with it after a while. Like my whole life became just tennis, and thinking about a future in tennis. If I’m being honest, the injury was like a miracle to me.”

Art looks thoughtful at that. “What’s so wrong with a life of tennis?”

“Well. I mean, nothing, I guess. It just took a lot more time and effort than I would’ve liked. And there’s all the things I had to give up for it.”

He looks at you like he’s waiting for you to continue, so you do. “Cheeseburgers, sleeping in. Love.”

The bed dips closer to you as he shuffles a little closer. It prompts you to look back up at him.

The curls on his forehead hang low, just over his eyes. His hand rests just next to your thigh, and he rests his weight on it to lean just a bit closer. “You don’t think you can be in love and play tennis at the same time?”

Art’s presence has a magnetic effect on you. There’s a gravitational pull that has you angling your body towards him and moving ever so slightly closer to him.

“I don’t know. Do you?”

His eyes dart down to your lips. It’s an action that doesn’t go unnoticed by you, and you feel the corners of your mouth twitch upwards as you do the same. You can almost feel the warmth of his exhale as your faces draw closer and closer.

“Can I?” Art whispers.

“Please,” you respond.

His hand comes off the bed to rest on your cheek, and then he’s kissing you. It’s soft, gentle, but there’s an urgency in the way his tongue teases the entrance of your lips, and the way he moves even closer towards you, almost as if he’s chasing you.

Your hands find themselves at the back of his neck, fingers tangling in his hair. His other hand moves to rest on your waist. Then your thigh. You let out a hum as your stomach does a little leap. Then, he pulls away for a fraction of a second to take you in, before his lips are on yours again. It’s electric, when he tilts his head slightly to the other side, when the hand on your cheek slides down to your jaw to bring you closer, when you hear a low groan in the base of his throat as his hand slides to the inner part of your thigh.

Then you hear the key at the door, and you both jump apart.

Tashi has a cup of ice water in her hand when she surveys the scene in front of her.

Your bodies are still angled suspiciously towards each other and your hands both rest awkwardly in your laps. Little is left to the imagination. You can still feel the butterflies in your stomach and the racing of your heart when Patrick raises his eyebrows at the two of you, a grin on his face.

“So,” he begins, “what have you guys been up to?”

Art and you speak at the same time. “Oh, you know, nothing much.” “Just chilling.”

Tashi’s face is thoughtful, as she looks at you and her lips quirk up in a smile. She nods her head to the door behind her. “Well, it’s late. We should go.”

Your eyes dart back and forth between the three people in the room. Slowly, you stand, giving Art an awkward kind of smile as you brush past him.

“Wait,” Patrick exclaims, “can I get your phone number?”

She shrugs back at him, holding the door open. “Play some real tennis tomorrow, and then I’ll give you my number.”

“So like, if I win?”

“You don’t have to win to play well.”

You’re not sure where this leaves you and Art in the mix, but Tashi is looking at you expectantly from the doorway, and you fear you don’t have the time to decide now. With an apologetic look and a wave, you mutter, “See you guys,” and then you’re out the door.

In the end, Patrick does win. He gives a flourishing bow as Tashi shrugs and applauds him. She turns to whisper something in your ear, but the words make no contact with your thoughts. As Art looks dejectedly at his racket, then at his best friend across the court, you stand abruptly. Tashi looks at you, bewildered.

“I’ll be right back.”

“Wait, I was—”

Whatever her next words are, they die in her throat as she sighs and watches you thread your way through the stands and go down the stairs to the side of the court.

“Hey!” you call out. Art’s head perks up and his eyes search for the source of the sound until they land on you. He jogs to meet you.

“Hi.”

“Um,” you say, feeling suddenly like your foot has been shoved into your mouth, “you did really well.”

Art looks at you deadpan, but a smile starts to show in his eyes. “I lost.”

“Still, you were really good.” Your eyes glue themselves to the floor as you start to regret coming over so hastily without planning what to say.

“Well, thanks. Really. It means a lot coming from you.” Looking back up, you see him scratching the back of his head nervously. It’s an odd look, considering he’s also drenched in sweat, and his glistening skin makes him look even more nervous than he is. “Look, uh. I know we didn’t make a deal or anything, but do you think I could get your number?”

Maybe this wasn’t such a mistake. “Yeah, I think I could make that happen.”

SIX WEEKS LATER.

God, you’re stressed right now. The hem of your top has fallen victim to your incessant fiddling as you tug at it, scrunch it up, release it and repeat.

“You’re acting like it’s your first date ever,” Tashi says, rolling her eyes. There’s a smile playing at her lips that tells you she isn’t trying to be as mean as she sounds.

“He’s cute, okay? I’m nervous.”

Tashi comes up behind you and you meet her eyes in the mirror. A shiver runs down your spine as she tugs at the collar of your jacket, knuckles brushing your neck in the process.

“You should take this off.”

“What? Why?” You stare at her reflection. “I know it’s still summer, but it’s nighttime, so­ like…” Her deadpan expression has you trailing off. “What?”

“You can wear his jacket instead.”

There’s a hollow silence as your mouth forms an ‘o’. Your fingers move to tug at the sleeves of the jacket, gaze averted from hers for a moment.

“You think he’ll offer?”

Another eye roll. “The guy’s like, obsessed with you. Of course he’ll offer. Doesn’t hurt to throw in a little shiver either.”

“What if he’s not wearing a jacket?”

“Oh, he’s wearing a jacket.” She waves her cell phone in your face. “Patrick texted me an update.”

You grin and shrug off the jacket as you turn to face her. “Who knew Tashi Duncan was such a sucker for clichés?”

“I’m just trying to make sure your date goes well,” Tashi scoffs as she snatches the jacket from your hands. “You’re the one who swoons every time you watch a romcom.”

She’s right about that one.

Tashi smacks her lips as she hangs your jacket back up in your closet. “I still don’t get why you’re so nervous. I thought we broke all the ice at the hotel.”

“Well, I can still be nervous. Just because you and Patrick had sex two weeks ago doesn’t mean I have to be as confident.”

She sighs because you’re right. Tonight is your first date. With Art. Not your first date ever. But you sure do feel nervous enough to pretend it is.

You and Art have been texting nonstop for the last six weeks, but between the odd part time jobs you’ve picked up over the summer and his tennis training, you haven’t had any time to hang out, unless your best friends who managed to squeeze in their first date, first time and first sleepover together all in one go. But Tashi and Patrick are much more go getter than you.

Tashi didn’t give you shit for your lack of fervour in pursuing whatever relationship you and Art had, but you still felt a little perturbed when she called you the day after her night with Patrick, and told you that he’d asked about you guys.

(“Does he not talk to Art about it?” you asked.

“He said Art’s happy, but he wanted to know how things were going on your end. Since you guys have only been texting.”)

So now you feel pressured. Like somehow your relationship is linked to Patrick and Tashi. Like they’re waiting for you guys to catch up.

But you don’t say any of that. Because you want things to go at your own pace, you keep quiet. Because you don’t want to speak it into existence, even if Tashi will roll her eyes and call you ridiculous for it because she knows your life is yours and hers is hers, despite the way she keeps trying to push you in certain directions.

When the doorbell inevitably rings, you and Tashi exchange looks. She gives you a nod. It’s more firm than comforting, like she’s sending you off to play at Wimbledon and she knows you’re going to win.

Your parents aren’t home for the next few days, which is why you strategically planned your date for tonight, because God forbid they use their last few weeks with you living under their roof to embarrass you in front of a guy. You almost expect Tashi to answer the door for you as if she’s your mother, but instead, she shoves your bag in your chest, says, “I’m using your shampoo and eating all your snacks,” and pushes you out of the bedroom door, then closes it.

One last check in the nearest reflective surface, and you’re ready.

Art is dressed casually, like you, in jeans and a polo. Tashi was right in saying that he would wear a jacket. In the light of your front porch, he looks especially gentle, the warm light threading through his hair like a halo.

The smile that lights up his face when you open the door has the potential to end your whole bloodline, you swear. The way your heart rate picks up feels like some kind of fight or flight response, but you’re willing to ignore it all for him.

“Hey,” he says. His voice has a comforting cadence, you think. It’s been six weeks since you’ve last heard it, since you were always too scared to call him. But it’s a sound like coming home.

“Hi,” you speak softly.

There’s a bouquet in his hands, which he holds out to you, one hand tucked in his jeans. “I brought these for you.”

You take them gingerly, trying to fight the grin that threatens to split your face in half. He’s so cute. “Thank you. They’re beautiful.”

You put them on the table just inside. Tashi will eventually make her way downstairs and put them in some water for you. Closing the door, you turn back to Art, who holds his hand out to you. It’s such a strangely innocent gesture that you almost catch yourself giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Shall we?”

You take it, grinning like a madman. “We shall.”

“I never got to hear what you want to major in.” The fry in your hand is currently being waved around as though you’re conducting an orchestra.

“Oh. I don’t know,” Art averts his eyes to his plate. “I haven’t thought about it much.”

“I won’t judge,” you prompt gently.

He looks contemplative, and wets his bottom lip with his tongue briefly before looking up at you. “Okay.”

“Okay…” You gesture your fry towards him.

“You promise you won’t judge?” He asks, bobbing his head questioningly at you

You lean towards the table with your hand over your heart. “I swear it.”

“Physics. Or engineering.”

Sitting back in your seat, you survey him.

“That suits you,” you say genuinely. After you’ve said the words, you’re reminded all too well of the night in the hotel room again, and your cheeks warm.

“Thanks,” Art says, gazing at you. “Patrick says that too, before he calls me a loser.”

“I’m guessing you’re more studious than he is.”

“You’d be right.”

Another sip of your milkshake. “I think it’s cool. Maybe we’ll even have some classes together.”

Art smiles his eye-crinkling smile across the table. “Yeah, maybe we will.”

You don’t even need to pretend to shiver. The second you’ve stepped out of the restaurant, Art’s jacket is slipped onto your shoulders. It’s warm, and smells faintly like sandalwood mixed with laundry detergent. You resist the urge to inhale the collar. Instead you smile shyly, and take his hand. There’s a knot forming in your chest at the thought of the night being over, but when the two of you reach his car, Art doesn’t take out his keys. He turns and leans against the side of his car, hand still entwined with your own.

“I had a lot of fun tonight,” he says simply.

Your lips quirk up in amusement. “So did I.”

He hums. Your hands are swung from side to side as he looks down at them. You can’t help the laugh that escapes you as you step closer.

“What are you thinking about?” you whisper. You know what he’s thinking about.

He looks down at you, and does a one shoulder shrug. “I’m thinking about how much I want to kiss you.”

Your heart stops and gets jumpstarted again in the span of about six milliseconds. God. You knew it was coming, but you still couldn’t prepare yourself.

“Not asking anymore, are we?” You grin, chest thumping like crazy.

“Oh, come on.” With a tug on your hand, you’re pulled flush against him, chest to chest.

Art leans in to your ear, and whispers as if divulging a well-kept secret. “May I please kiss you?”

The tickle of his breath over your jaw sends a zap of electricity through every single nerve in your body. Your breath hitches. “You may.”

You’re not sure you’ll ever get sick of Art Donaldson’s smile. The curve of his mouth as he leans in, brushing his nose to yours before your lips meet.

Your computer pings.

Patrick Zweig sent you a friend request.

You raise an eyebrow and hit ‘accept.’

A minute later, there’s another notification.

Patrick Zweig wrote on your wall. “Congratulations on a successful first date with @Art Donaldson! 😘”.

[princessoflalaland]

Not So Innocentᝰ.ᐟ

synopsis: your sweet, little nerd isn’t as innocent as you think. so what happens when you find out he has a thing for you, the one who torments him?

.ᐟcontent: nerd jin itadori x bully reader, smut, riding, choking, dacryphilia

.ᐟword count: 1.2k

.ᐟa/n: this came out of nowhere. but nerdy little jin needs to get in my panties real quick or so help me

jin doesn’t remember how he got here. his pants undone with his ass on the cold, wood floor of the gym supply room with you bouncing on his condom-clad dick, sweaty and sneering. all he remembers is finding a note in his locker at the end of the day, asking him to come to the gym after school. 

he was skeptical at first, especially since he’s not the type of guy to be invited anywhere for any reason besides to be ridiculed for his academic prowess. he feared it could’ve been you who was trying to lure him to something he really didn’t want to deal with, probably to force him to do your homework for the umpteenth time. it was those fears that kept him in that shell of his for most of his school career.

but today, out of all days, he refused to let himself to stay in his little shell. it’s his last year, he needs to live a little. 

he found you where the note told him to go, school skirt doing nothing to hide your perfect legs. when the door clicked closed behind him, he gulped and stuttered. “w-what did you want?”

that smile of yours, all condescending on those pretty lips, appears on your face and that’s when he knew he was in deep shit. you pulled your phone out as you strode over to him. when you were less than a foot from him, you thrusted the screen into his face.

he adjusted his glasses and tried to figure out what he was looking at. it was a video of him, no longer than 10 or fifteen seconds. he was jerking off to what looked like pictures of you. jin swore his heart fell out of his ass and left his blood cold.

“this what you get up to when i don’t give you my homework?” you purred, pushing your breast against his arm. “huh, nerd?”

“i- that’s- it’s not-“ why wouldn’t his mouth work? jin’s body was burning up despite his cold blood. his pulse thundered in his red ears, so loud he couldn’t hear the thoughts that weren’t even there. 

“i- that- what, nerd?” you jeered. “tryna tell me you don’t get off to pics of me? ‘cause if so, im insulted. i’m not as dumb as you think, y’know.” 

your phone had disappeared, you were now flush against him. “i can’t let this go unpunished y’know. i find it so sad you think you could even fantasize about me, that i’m just some object of your desire.”

your voice was soft, a lustful, predatory hiss that rang in his ears. your hands, soft and dainty, had found his belt and quickly got it undone. those lips, with that alluring lipgloss combo you wore everyday, grazed his. “lemme show you what will never be yours.”

the rest faded and now he finds himself harshly gripping your hips, tears streaming down his cheeks behind his crooked glasses, begging you to let him cum.

“‘m sorry, i-i won’t do it again, i- aghh, can’t take it!” that was the most coherent thing he’s said in the past ten minutes you’ve kept him on the edge. 

“shut up,” you bark through panting breaths. “pissin me off with all that whining.”

your pussy is like a vise on his dick, squeezing him for all he’s worth. the lewd plap, plap, plapping sounds exactly as he imagined it would from all the erotic manga he secretly reads, like something straight out of a porno. 

 his head is in the clouds as the coil in his stomach tightens once again. he can’t believe how wet you are, how messy yet perfect your cunt is. you just slide on him like it’s nothing. when he isn’t looking at you through his tear-blotted vision, he watches your pussy swallow his cock like it’s nothing.

if anything, you can’t believe how big he is. each time your ass makes contact with his thighs, his tip jabs at your cervix, making you laugh-moan. what a joke. this little nerd walking around with this fucking monster in his pants.

makes you wonder what his twin is packing, honestly…

you bring your manicured fingers around his throat and squeeze. the way his moans become strangled makes your pussy throb. “jerking off to pictures of me? ya fuckin perv.” you whisper in his ear.

“i-“ he gargles around your hand, eyes rolling back into his head. his flushed face is so pretty, the sweat on his brow glistening in the light.

“still tryna explain yourself?” you huff with frustration. you speed up, bringing him closer to the edge. “just give up..and admit you’re a dirty, little perv who gets off to pics of me.”

he doesn’t want to admit it, to give you the satisfaction yet again. for once, he wants to come out on top. that thought alone reminds him how bad he wants to cum, how his dick is painfully, dreadfully hard from all your edging. jin chokes and grits his teeth, trying desperately not to lose more of himself in you. 

“say it.” you snarl. you let up on your choking to keep him from passing out. “admit you’re a fuckin pervert, and maybe i’ll let you cum.”

when you let up on his throat he gasps, coughs a bit before panting and drooling like a bitch in heat. his ears perk up at the offer, but what little pride he has left keeps him quiet. 

his balls are full, aching to let everything out inside the condom you. he sobs when your cunt squeezes him again, your essence staining his skin.

“don’t wan’ talk?” you pout, looking so innocent with your wide eyes and furrowed brows. “that’s too bad.”

you lift your hips and only keep his tip inside you. jin swears he’s never known pain until you did that. his impending orgasm is receding, the pressure lightening up in his core, and if he’s not quick, he’ll be back where he started and the torment won’t end.

and at this point, as much as he’s dreamed of this, he just wants to cum and be done.

“p-please, let me back inside.” he stammers, chest stuttering with irregular breaths. “don’t stop..i’m beggin you, k-keep riding me.”

“say it.” you repeat, shallowly fucking his tip. he winces at the small amount of stimulation. “you know what i wanna hear…”

jin squeezes his eyes closed and swallows the painful pill called his pride. “i…i’m a dirty pervert who- who jerks off..t-to pictures of you.”

he opens one eye when you take his glasses off him and set them on the floor. you cup his face and breathe “good boy.”

he practically cums from that alone, you don’t even need to keep riding him. so when you resume bouncing on his cock like the world is ending, he can’t help but to cry and convulse under you. his cum coats his dick thickly within the condom, and he fills it even more when he feels you cumming on him.

when you’re both done, you leave him burrowed in you, breathing hard, sweat coating every inch of your bodies. 

jin can’t find it in him to get up when you do, leaving his dick wet and limp against him. his eyes are dazed and distant as they follow you. 

you fix yourself as best as you can, fixing your skirt, redoing your hair, and reapplying your lipgloss. you smirk down at jin before kneeling down and kissing him on the cheek. 

“fuckin loser,” is the the last thing he hears you say as you saunter toward the door and leave him in the closet. 

[jakesangel]

how to love jake VS how jake loves you

how to love jake <3

• soft words

- do you see how he blush or how he smiles away whne the members give him attention or compliment him ? it truly makes his heart warms he can't keep a straight face. but when it comes to you ? oh he would lose it, his cockiness disappearing. he always seek for your validation, always asking you if what he is doing is good enough for you or if he is a good boy for you.

- also pet names ᵎ he loves it when you call him your pretty boy or your baby. he is so down bad for you and you only, he wants you to acknowledge it and show him off. specially in front of the members, he is so proud to have such pretty girl calling him hers in front of his friends so even if he is shy at first he will be beaming in front of them, almost putting his tongue out, making them roll their eyes.

• making him feel like he is needed

- it goes w the previous one. he wants to be good for you. so let him buy you things, open your doors, put on your shoes. but don't forget to pet him and/or kiss him as a reward.

- he also seek emotional bound, so whne you let him know that you have troubles with some stuff in your life or thag your sad or whatever, he is more than willing to listen to you and help you.

• letting him be clingy

- you don't have to be all over jake but to at least accept his kisses n cuddles. if you're a physical affectionate person he would really love it but he wouldn't love you less if you aren't into that. he just want your hands in his hair n his kisses n his hugs.

- also walking w him also means his hands on your wait. eating dinner w him means sitting side by side w him hand on your lower back or on your thigh. laughing w him mean his body leaning on yours. it's either to show you off or purely because he feels good w you so let him be ᵎ

• respecting him

- in a sense that you should know who you belong to. he is a scorpio man meaning he is possssive AND jealous. he doesn't want to share nor to even let anyone see things only him is privileged to. so if you want to wear certain things u would only be able to wear them for him or when he is here to protect you from others. he wouldn't stop you to wear things you want, but he would prefer you to not to.

- he also won't like it if u go one o one w a man, or texting a man too much. he trust you but not them : his pretty baby is too pretty to be out there in the wild. he would really really appreciate it if you'd ask him to tag along or not go at all. he will get jealous but again wouldn't stop you.

• cooking for him

- it would make his mind all fuzzy seeing ur cooked meals made just for him. he appreciate/ ur effort n your time. he would never forget to kiss you afterwards. even if ur cooking isn't the greatest, it will always be good for him n will never talk down about itᵎ

- and if you can make desserts as well ? oh , he will wife you up the second you'll tell him you'll start making him daily lunch box. would so brag to his members and would even dare to say that your cooking is better than jay's.

how would jake loves you <3

• adores you

- to jake ur his ultimate price, his dream girl, laylas mom, his everything. he will go beyond to make you feel what you are to him. he will only give you his attention, he will stop flirting w people n only do it w you. he will not back down on affectionate affection even tho he looks like the biggest simp he DOESNT CARE. he loves you and will show it to you. dating jake will means feeling like his top priority, which you are.

- he will also voice it out. he will call your beautiful or pretty ten times per hours. that is in front of the member, or in front of your friends and family, thru text, he will never fail to make you feel beautiful because that's simply what you are to him.

• act of service

- THEE golden retriever boy, THEE biggest puppy in earth wouldn't want to do everything for you ?dating him means that open door is foreign to you, zipping up or dress ? ur coat ? leave it up to him. trying up ur shoes ? why would u bend down ur soft princess knees when he is right there ? jake is at your service and will not let you do anything. having bake by ur side, automatically makes you a princess.

• kisses

- he kisses you all the time. good morning kiss good night kiss. your beautiful kiss. goodbye kiss. your cute kiss. he is kissing you all the dayum time. he also loves your reaction out of them, so he would kiss you mid sentence all the time. holding your face in both of his hands, squishing it, pampering every inch of skin he can.

- he prefer to kisses you on your skin rather than your lips tho. it would make him feel like he can protect you hut also find them more romantic. so he would kiss ur forehead in a hug, kiss your nose when your on his lap, kiss your hand when walking on the street. it's those little gestures of love that are veri veri meaningful to him.

• flirting w you

- the cockiest nan alive. the biggest flirt. sim jake is dating you. so be ready to be flustered all the good dayum time or to pretend like i don't like it.

- he will also considère his touch as flirting. hands on your things won't stay out nor his hands on your lower back. he likes seeing your reaction SPECIALLY in front of others, it truly feeds his ego of being YOUR man.

• domestic moments

- jake loves for lazy morning or lazy night, legs tangled together w only giggles n soft kisses. he loves seeing your bareface w ur messy hair not only because ure breathtaking but also because it means that you are comfortable w him. that also mena he can be comfortable w you, as being an idol means being perfect, he can let go w you. your are his new definition of comfort.

- lego dates, baking dates , physic dates, grooming layla dates, shopping dates. you can name anything jake would consider it as one n will enjoy it at the fullest. he enjoy spending his previous time on his precious baby.

jake as your boyfriend hc

notes : how to have a jealous jake by ur side #___#

@imaluckygirl @luvj4key @heeseungswifefr @goldenretrieverjakezgirlbaby @jaeyunpinkyring

[acourtofmoonlightandstars]

Find me - Chapter 3

Pairing: Azriel x fem!reader

Summary: At a ball you meet the one person you thought you would never see again, you left him once. Will you leave him again?

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: Violence, I guess?

Note: We have some new friendships and some good old Rhysand and inner circle slander, høhø. Let me know if you wanna be added to the tag list.

Chapter 2

You jumped from the balcony, not caring about the height you’d had to fall to reach the garden beneath. You were still in your nightgown but you didn’t care. There was no way you weren’t leaving right away. 

There was nothing to do except sprint towards the staples, you might have a mate with wings, but since you yourself didn’t have any, they would have to be borrowed elsewhere. 

You ran on bare feet, not even noticing the cuts the rocks beneath your feet caused. Nothing mattered, nothing except this, except him. 

Luna was in her stable, dark and strong as always. The fairy lights shone on her blank feathers and reflected the light. Your father had gifted you the pegasus because he thought she matched your eyes. And the two of you had instantly bonded. 

You quickly slid into your riding pants and their matching leather boots, all meant to keep you safe and warm in the high altitude. 

“Hey girl, are you ready for a trip to Night?” you whispered into the neck of Luna, you twisted some of her mane around your finger as she gently pushed your hip. It was almost as if she asked you to hurry up and get going. 

You chuckled, and the shadow that had manifested in your skin came back to life and slid up her mane and rested between her ears. It looked like she was suddenly wearing a crown of shadows, and it made her look even more majestic than she already did. 

Luna stretched out her wings and made room for you to climb up her back, and just as you set off into the night, Lucien came crashing into the stable, only to see you disappear up into the sky.

Azriel had never really gotten up after the meeting in Rhy’s office earlier that day. He had stayed in that spot on the couch. As usual no one really seemed to notice. When the meeting had ended they all scattered to find out information about his so-called condition, no one stayed behind to check in, to hug him as he cried. 

He clawed at his chest again. She would’ve, she would’ve stayed. He kept repeating the thought as a mantra. 

It was dark out when the High Lord once again joined him in the office. “Az, what are you…” he started, but was quickly interrupted. 

“Let me go, let me go get Elain” he asked. “I need to feel like I’m doing something…” 

Rhysand sighed as he sat down on his large chair behind his desk. “You are doing something, your shadows are doing more than any of us ever could.” he rested his cheek in his hand as he looked at his brother. 

Azriel only shook his head. “I don’t care, and honestly Rhys, I’m going with or without your permission” his eyes were cold, in a way that was only ever directed at his victims, the people he tortured, never had he ever looked at anyone from his family with eyes like that. 

Rhysand sat up in his chair, face folded in his neat mask with that feline smile of a cover for his true emotions. Azriel rolled his eyes at his behavior. 

“So, this is how it’s gonna be, huh?” he asked as he let his power roam through the room. It was enough to make the fiercest warrior afraid, but Azriel wasn’t just anybody. 

“Yes” he answered as he stood up. The High Lord of Night’s eyes darkened. “You’re in no position to leave, you're broken, bruised and you’re definitely not thinking straight” Rhysand stood from his chair, palms placed at the cool mahogany surface. He let some more of his power free. 

“Just because you were willing to let Feyra go, just because Cassian refused to tell Nesta the truth about who they were to each other, doesn't mean I want to do the same brother.” he spit out the last word as he felt his shadows dance around him in a protective manner. “Let’s be honest, the two of you were cowards, too afraid of them refusing you to even try to fight for them, for their love. I have no intention of doing that. I have always been rejected and refused, but not with her, at least not yet. And if she were to refuse me I’d rather have that happen sooner rather than later” 

“That’s not fair, they both did what they thought was best for us” Feyra said from the door opening with Nyx in her arms, but Azriel only shrugged. 

“Have you ever stopped to think that this might all be a trick?” Rhysand asked. “That you’re being manipulated by someone to leave Valaris? That an attack could be coming? If you leave our first defense, your spies, will leave with you and we will be vulnerable” 

He had to admit that his High Lord was making a good point. But he should also know that Azriel would never leave Valaris unprotected. “Fine, I’ll leave a few stationed by the borders to inform you if they catch an intruder. Now if you’ll excuse me, I really wanna get going” 

And with that he stepped through a shadow, leaving his High Lord and Lady alone in the study. Rhysand couldn’t help but wonder if he was well on his way to make an enemy of the Shadowsinger, and if that were the case, he was scared of what that might mean for not only his court, but his family. 

“What do you mean she left?! I thought you said she was so weak that she could barely walk?!” Azriel heard the High Lord of Day yell through the halls. His voice bounced on the walls, and he could feel the almost scolding power that he radiated, despite being no way near him. Helion's voice was sad, heartbroken and worried. It was new for him to catch the High Lord in a position like that. It seemed that these two usually powerful men were both in a vulnerable state. 

“Someones here” Elain said, as she laid a hand on her mates beating heart. Lucien quickly turned towards the hall where Azriel’s shadows had taken him, he quickly put himself in front of his mate, as he lit both the fire and the light that was hidden away in his veins. 

As Azriel stepped into the light, none of the three high fae spoke. He looked like a shell of the person that Elain had seen just the night before, there hadn’t even gone a day, what had happened to her friend? She couldn’t help the gasp that escaped her lips. 

The shadowsinger couldn’t help but smirk, but it never reached his eyes. “I hope you don’t mind me stopping by, but I need your help Elaine”. It only took a few steps for Lucien to get in front of the Spymaster. His hand rested on the back of his neck, checking his temperature. His hands slid up his cheeks and forced him to meet his eyes as they scanned him for any kind of injury. 

“I’m fine Luce'' he said as he brushed away his hands. The most amazing thing that had come from Azriel's previous crush on the Archeron sister was the friendship with the Vanserra. The two men had learned to understand each other on a level no other could. And in the last decade Lucien and Elaine had become the people Az would always turn to. 

None of them really showed the rest of their inner circle the bond that they shared. Elain had always said it would be too dangerous, never really specifying why. So they met up in other courts, snuck away at balls to drink and laugh with one another. 

Elaine was by Azriels side in a second, taking his arms in hers, and it was almost like he collapsed in the pair's arms. Like if he came home and his body finally allowed itself to relax. His knees gave after and he broke down. He didn't even have the energy to hold his wings off the ground. The state of the Illyrian even worried Helion as he called out for his soldiers to fetch him a healer, that was despite the fact that he seemed to have enough worries of his own. 

“Az, what the hell happened to you?” Elaine said as he brushed his curls from his forehead, but he couldn’t meet her eyes. He just stared at his hands. A few seconds later, he passed out from exhaustion. 

You rode all night, desperate to be in the Night Court as soon as daylight hit the territory of one of the oldest allies of her fathers. Helion had always respected Rhysand, always adored Feyra and thirsted after your own mate and his best friends. 

A fire ran through your body at the mere thought of some other person's hands on his body. It was weird, because the bond hadn’t snapped yet, but you still knew that he belonged to you, and the possessiveness was already clouding your mind. You couldn’t help the chuckle. 

Shortly after you had crossed the border you landed on a hillside outside what you assumed to be Valaris, you would wait here, for anyone of the so-called innercircle to come find you. No need to make them worry, they were warriors after all. 

It didn’t take long before you saw the High Lord and Lady winnow a few hundred meters away from you. Shortly after followed the Morrigan, Cassian, Nesta and Amren. But no Azriel. You felt how your heart contacted, how the disappointment sept through your body. Why wasn’t he here? Did he know you were coming and had decided he wanted nothing to do with you? 

“Couldron boil me, that’s a fucking black pegasus” you heard Nesta breathe out in chock. You smiled at her, and she took a step towards you, mesmerized by the creature, but was quickly stopped by her mate. 

A second later you felt as both Rhysand and Feyra tried gaining access to your mind. Your walls of black obsidian, as dark as your eyes kept them out, and it didn’t take long for them to realize there was no way in. 

“Who are you?” Rhysand yelled out towards you. 

“I’m Y/N, emissary from Day” you spoke clearly, tried your best to seem as confident as possible as you were stared down by all of them, your mates' chosen family. 

“How come we’ve never met you then?” Feyra then said, Rhysand was slowly walking closer to you as he assessed you, your stance and Luna too. 

“I’ve spent the majority of my time in Autumn ever since Eris took over, and as far as I know, you aren’t that close with the Vanserras” you felt how the fire in your veins wanted to make them known as you spoke of your other home court, but you kept it hidden. Your father had kept your identity a secret for a reason after all. 

“Only an idiot would willingly spend time with that snake Eris” Cassian said as he crossed your arms. You couldn’t help but look at Mor who to most people was as poised as ever, but you saw how her shoulders shrunk by the mention of your oldest brother. Lucien had told you of how she had decided to keep the truth of her run-in with Eris a secret, and not defend him. Not calling her out, took every bit of willpower you had stored in your body. 

Instead you rolled your eyes, as you had learned your brothers often did when the matter of that day centuries ago was brought up. Mor seemed to recognize the gesture but kept it to herself. 

“None of that really explains why you’re here girl” Amren said with a cold, almost indifferent tone. 

You sighed as you pulled off your riding gloves. “I’m here to seek out your Shadowsinger, High Lord and Lady” you might be better off with fake formalities you thought. 

Rhysands eyes darkened instantly. “And tell me, what is it exactly you want with my Spymaster?” it all seemed like too much of a coincidence to the pair. 

Be careful… Worried… Angry… Afraid. 

The shadow that had accompanied from Day, had at some point managed to slither up your neck and now sat close to your ear and whispered information to you about the people who stood before you. 

It was impossible for you to hold back the smirk that painted your lips. Azriel might not be here, but his shadow was helping you, and it made you feel safe. 

You shrugged. “I have some information for him,” you said. The answer didn’t seem to please Rhysand, and you felt that insane amount of power radiate from him. 

“As far as I know, Azriel is my spymaster, he reports to me. So whatever information you have for him, you can tell me” Rhysand smirked, but his eyes were dark, cold. He seemed on edge, as if he had expected something to happen soon, as if he expected an attack. 

You smiled at him, tried to seem as gentle and non threatening as possible. And then you shook your head and Rhysands smile faltered. “No, this only concerns him, no one else” 

“You’ve trespassed into our court, you seek out one of the most powerful people in all of Prythia and you refuse to tell me why. What exactly do you expect me to do?” He said as he flicked off a piece of lint from his sleeve. No doubt a coping mechanism to seem somewhat indifferent. It didn’t work on you. 

“I expect you to welcome me like you would any other emissary, and something tells me this isn’t the usual welcome wagon” You catch eyes with Nesta as she smirks at your comment. Elaine had always told you that she had a problem with their brother-in-law. 

“You’ve chosen to come at a bad time, and apart from that Helion usually informs me of the emissaries he sends our way, he hasn’t this time. So maybe you’re just one of Eris’s whores, coming here to see if you could seduce the only unmated man in my innercircle to get information” 

Rhysand looked to a few of Azriel’s shadows that stood close by. “Grab her and take her to the dungeons” he ordered, and the shadows rushed towards you. But just like on the balcony these shadows stopped a few feet from you, and when your little friend revealed itself from its hiding place in your hair, Azriel’s shadows rushed up to join it on your shoulders. 

They were filled with excitement as they kept chanting mate, over and over as they took turns to shower you with compliments. You giggled at them, despite the danger you knew stood before you. Your first little friend gave you a peck on the cheek and left you with its friends, slithering away to find its master and tell him to hurry home. 

“Is she a shadowsinger?” Mor said as she took a step forward. The surprise was easy to read on all their faces. Nesta leaned into Cassian with a knowing smirk as she gave you a small nod. 

“I’m not here to cause trouble, please believe that” You said as the shadows calmed and rested in your hair, on your shoulders, up your arms and down your legs. They provided you with an extra layer of protection. 

“Let the shadows go” Feyra ordered, as wings grew from her back. It was an incredible sight to see her shape shift before you. 

“I’m not their master, they go where he orders them to, I'd imagine” you answered, but Rhysand seemed to be filled with your excuses, and sent out a wave of pure power aimed directly at you. 

You heard Nesta scream “NO!” as he did, a reaction that earned her a look from the High Lord. The shadows took the blow, which made you wince on their behalf. You had no idea if they were conscious beings, if they could feel pain. You hope they couldn’t. 

Feyra helped her mate in his attack, sending light your way that never hit its target and fire that never burned your skin. Her frustrations were clear to see for all, personally you couldn’t help the smirk on your lips. 

And then you raised a hand and all light that surrounded the inner circle disappeared, leaving all but Nesta in complete and utter darkness. 

“Did that witch just blind me?!” Cassian yelled out. As he tried desperately to get to his mate. Nesta just rolled her eyes before grabbing his hand, she did however have a subtle smile on her lips. 

“I just wanna talk to Azriel, please… Just tell me where he is” you felt how your voice threatened to break. 

“He’s not here Lightstealer” Amren said with a calm and collected voice. “He’s in another court, and I’m guessing none of us plan to tell you which before you give us our sight back” The small woman crossed her arms as she shot out one of her hips. 

You sank to your knees ready to give up on your quest and let your power go, once again making it possible for them to see. You felt your tears stream silently down your cheeks. The shadows were desperate to calm you, to make you feel better. In that moment you were all they saw, and one second later, something hit you over the head and everything went black.

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[i-yap]

Things that batboys and you fight about(Dick Edition)

Dick-

him being "flirty" with other women. he says he is just being his charming self but he looks so good, is so rich and has that buttt. ofc every other woman thinks its flirting cuz we all see what we wanna believe. He always makes it up by fking u in the bathroom/alley of whatever public place you guys are in and then long cuddles in the bathtub when you get home ( which Is when he tells you exactly what you mean to him( its a lot)

Bailing on dates last minute- especially before u found out about his alter ego but even afterwards on special days when he would get late or be unable to attend because he is out there being an amazing hero. he always thinks he can make it on time but he never does. He will make it up and regrets it so much now uve started carrying some hobby( a book or homework or headphones) when meeting him anywhere for a date

Him disappearing on days weeks or even months at an end . dude has so many teams ( young justice titans batboys ) to take care of and so many people to save and ofc ( elder sister syndrome) he thinks he can do it all. but that means covert opps and faking deaths . you guys did decide on a signal later on to make sure he is not actually dead But it hurt like crap the first few times he disappeared.

Him running away . Mr cant stick to any good relationship and doesn't know what to do with someone genuinely loving him. in the beginning he might push u away, ask for an open relationship or friendzone you (he did cheat on starfire) but it always backfired. one day you just got fed up of him playing ping pong with your relationship and hit him with ur slipper on the head and told him to get his head straight or get out. ofc he cant leave you. just be understanding He opens up to you about his past and you understand that yes ur past sucks but that's no excuse for u to suck ..after somewhile this issue goes away

he is a lot, singing jumping around aerobics guy. so if u get irritated or have mood swings u may snap at him. but he always instant cut It out and does his best to soothe you

He also has a need to save everyone and everything and u have to remind him that while u love the fact that he takes care of u, u can do sh"t by urself sometimes . Also u can take care of him in genuine ways..he'll get used to it

he wants kids ....so like if u don't it'll be a bit of a conversation

he may never fully leave superhero stuff( at least not till much later)

He has issues yes but so do you and he more than makes up for all the problems.

(authors note- hi , who do u wanna see next ?)

[hazbinhotelie]

Could you do an Alastor x extremely flirty reader?

Be warned, these assholes have the worst pickup lines. I’m also a horrible flirt so yk. That probably reflects in my writing lol

From the moment I first met Alastor, the so-called Radio Demon, I knew this was going to be fun. His perpetual grin, the way his voice crackled like an old radio broadcast, and that vintage red suit – he was a character straight out of a noir film. I couldn’t resist; I had to flirt with him. It started innocently enough, a comment here, a wink there, testing the waters.

"Alastor," I said one day, leaning against the bar in the hotel lobby, "do you come here often, or just when you know I'm around?"

He tilted his head, eyes narrowing slightly in confusion. "I live here, my dear," he replied, his voice as smooth and eerie as ever. "Why do you ask?"

I chuckled, shaking my head. "Oh, just making conversation."

Days passed, and my flirtations became more overt. "Alastor, if you were a vegetable, you'd be a cute-cumber," I said, smirking at my own cleverness.

He blinked, clearly perplexed. "A...cute-cumber? I assure you, my dear, I have never been associated with vegetables."

It was almost adorable how the demon didn’t catch on at first. But then something shifted. One day, after another of my shameless attempts – "Alastor, if I could rearrange the alphabet, I'd put U and I together" – I saw a flicker of realization in his eyes.

"Interesting proposition," he murmured, and there was a new edge to his smile. He still seemed unsure why I was flirting, but it was clear he was beginning to understand.

Then, without warning, he decided to play along.

"You know," he began, cornering me in the hallway one evening, his grin even more devilish than usual, "if you were a fruit, you’d be a fine-apple."

I laughed, genuinely delighted. So, the game was on.

Each day became a duel of wits and charm. "Alastor, do you have a map? Because I just got lost in your eyes," I said, batting my eyelashes dramatically.

"Ah, my dear," he countered, "if you were words on a page, you'd be the fine print."

It became our ritual. I’d flirt, he’d counter, both of us trying to outdo the other. It was exhilarating, a thrilling challenge I hadn’t expected.

One evening, as we stood in the dimly lit lounge, I decided to step up my game. "Alastor," I said softly, leaning closer, "are you a magician? Because whenever I look at you, everyone else disappears."

His eyes gleamed with mischief. "My dear," he purred, his voice sending shivers down my spine, "if you were a melody, you'd be my favorite tune, played on repeat."

“Oh? Maybe I don’t have to be a tune for that. You’re playing with me enough already,” I said slyly. I couldn’t help but laugh. This powerful demon- a literal overlord!- was now fully engaged in our playful flirtation, and it was more entertaining than I could have imagined.

"Touché," he said, raising his glass to me.

He inclined his head, his grin widening. "It appears we have reached a stalemate," he said, his tone dripping with amusement. "But rest assured, my dear, I will emerge victorious in this delightful game."

"We’ll see about that," I replied, winking at him.

One afternoon, I found him in the library, poring over an ancient tome. Probably something Charlie or Lucifer owned. The dim light cast long shadows, making the atmosphere perfect for my plan. Silently, I approached and, leaning over his shoulder, whispered, "What’s a charming demon like you doing in a dusty place like this?"

He turned slowly, his crimson eyes meeting mine with a glint of amusement. "Searching for knowledge, my dear. And what brings you here?"

"Just wanted to see if the stories about you were true," I said, my voice low and playful.

"Stories?" His eyebrow arched.

"Yes," I continued, moving closer until our faces were just inches apart. This was the first time I’d done this with him without anyone else nearby- the first time we were guaranteed to be uninterrupted… "About how dangerously captivating you are."

Alastor’s grin widened, and for a moment, I thought he might close the distance. But instead, he leaned back, putting just a bit of space between us. "Captivating, you say? I do aim to please."

I laughed, stepping back and allowing him to see the light blush on my cheeks. He had played that one perfectly, but he didn’t make another move. Today wasn’t the day, then.

Another day, as I lounged in the hotel's garden, I saw him approaching. "Alastor," I called out, reclining on a bench with deliberate nonchalance, "have you ever danced in a garden before?"

His eyes sparkled with curiosity. "I can't say that I have. Are you offering to teach me?"

Without a word, I stood and held out my hand. He took it, and I led him to a small clearing among the flowers. We began to dance, the steps slow and intimate, the space between us almost nonexistent. At one point, I spun and ended up with my back against his chest. I could feel his breath on my neck, and I almost dared to close the distance, but instead, I turned around swiftly, creating a sudden gap.

"Nice moves," I said with a smirk.

Alastor chuckled, clearly enjoying the game. "You’re quite the dancer yourself, my dear."

That night, the stakes were raised even higher. We found ourselves alone in one of the hotel’s many hallways, the moonlight casting eerie patterns through the windows. I decided it was time for a bold move. "Alastor," I said, my voice barely more than a whisper, "have you ever wondered what it’s like to kiss me?"

He seemed taken aback for a moment, then recovered, his grin returning. "I can't say the thought has ever crossed my mind." A lie.

"Really?" I stepped closer, our bodies almost touching. "Not even once?"

He leaned in, his lips just inches from mine, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. I could feel the heat between us, the tension almost unbearable. Just as our lips were about to meet, I pulled back, a teasing smile on my face.

"Maybe another time," I said, turning on my heel and walking away, leaving him standing there, momentarily speechless.

The next morning, he caught me off guard. As I was sipping my coffee in the dining room, he appeared beside me, leaning down so close that his breath tickled my ear. "You know," he murmured, "you left me quite intrigued last night."

I looked up at him, my heart skipping a beat. "Did I now?"

"Oh, indeed," he said, his voice a seductive purr. "Perhaps we should continue where we left off."

He reached out, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from my face, and for a second, I thought he might actually kiss me. But just like I had done, he pulled back at the last moment, his grin widening.

"Or perhaps not," he teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

[calaisreno]

Prognosis

974 words / Prompt: Apology (Sequel to yesterday's Diagnosis)

I follow John up the ladder from the Sumatra Road station and into the narrow tunnel that led us there. 

As we emerge into the waning daylight, I take a couple of long strides to catch up with him. 

“Did you mean it?” I ask. “Do you forgive me?”

John keeps walking. “Of course I do. You didn’t actually have to make me think we were about to die, you know. I forgave you the minute I saw you.”

“But. You’ve stayed away. I wasn’t sure…”

John stops walking, stares down at the pavement. 

“I used to talk to you when you were dead.”

I wait, silent. What I want to know, I can’t ask. 

John begins walking again. It’s almost completely dark by now, the grey gloom of November in London. 

“I shouldn’t have…” I begin. I’m so bad at this. Just talk, tell him… “I mean, I don’t know how to apologise. What I did that night in the restaurant— I shouldn’t have made light of it. I was so glad to see you, and I wanted to make you laugh. It was stupid of me to interrupt your date like that. I assume Mary was upset too.”

“Not at all.” John gives me a wan smile. “She seemed thrilled at your return.”

“John.” I flail a bit, having no words. “I’ve been gone two years, and I should have realised you’d move on. I hope… I hope I haven’t ruined things for you and Mary.”

John stops again, frowns at me. “Oh. No, that was just a date. She works at the surgery, and everyone kept pushing me to ask her out because it was clear she fancied me. Finally, she did the asking, and I accepted because I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. She knows we can’t be more than friends.”

Another mystery. “But… why?”

John sighs and turns away. 

I catch his arm. “Please tell me. What did you say when you talked to me… while I was… dead?”

“I talked about my work sometimes. I was doing shifts in the A&E then, drinking too much, being a dick to everyone who cared about me. I was drowning and didn’t know how to save myself. So I talked to you.”

“Did it help?”

“It did. I walked, and you would be there, at my side. It sounds a bit unhinged, I know. A couple times your brother followed me in his car. I got in and we chatted. He was considering sectioning me, I think. But he could see I was functioning, so he let me go.”

“When you talked to me, what did I say?”

He smiles. “The usual. Complaining about how bored you were, asking me to buy those biscuits for you, deducing people in the shops… telling me I was drinking too much. You used to disappear when I had a few too many, so I stopped doing that.”

“And you talked to me. But you don’t answer my texts, and you haven’t been to see me since that night. Why?”

John looks up at me. “Let’s walk.”

A bus goes by. I think a bus would be better than dragging John into another train station. But John wants to walk, and if that’s the only way he’ll talk, I will walk to the ends of the earth, just to hear his voice again. 

“I missed you, John. So much. I wanted so much to tell you why I did it, why it mattered.”

“I know. Mycroft stopped by the morning after you popped up in the middle of my date. He explained. I am grateful, you know.”

“But…” I huff in frustration. “I realise that after two years, I can’t expect you to simply move back to Baker Street and start making tea for me. But I miss you.”

“I missed you, too. And I do want—” His pace slows. “There was something I said to you. I mean—”

“To my ghost.”

Eyes straight ahead, he smiles, sad. “Yeah, that. Every time I said it, you disappeared.”

I take John’s arm. “Say it.”

He stops walking. His eyes are closed, his head bowed. He whispers. “Please don’t disappear. Please.”

“John, please. I won’t disappear. I’m here, alive, and I’m not leaving you again. Never again. Please, just say it.”

 I lean close to hear his words, so soft.

“I love you.” 

Eyes still closed, he sways, tears coursing down his face. 

I hold him steady. “Look at me, John.”

John is a soldier. He followed me into that train carriage that turned out to be a bomb. He stood with me while the timer counted down the last minutes (he thought) of our lives. I believe he would have followed me into the hell I’ve been in for the last two years, if I’d only asked him. If only I had.

“Open your eyes, John.”

He obeys. The face I love, the face I’ve imagined for two years. I felt his presence at times while I was on my mission, heard his voice inside my head. But I needed to focus. I had a job to do, and John’s life depended on it. 

If I’d been left alone, nothing useful to do, no danger dogging my steps, if I’d trudged the streets of London so full of grief I couldn’t speak, I might have imagined him walking beside me. I might have said it to him then, at last. 

“John, I love you too.”

We will heal, with time and talk.

Life at 221B Baker Street is better than before. Bad dreams are soothed in the nighttime, and mornings in our bed are quiet and soft, hearing the rain shush against our window. 

“You don’t need to defend what you did,” John tells me. “I know why, and I love you for it.”

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🥲 I wish you happier tears today! Thanks for reading; you can find my month of stories on AO3: Trifles 3.

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Not Forgiveness

PAIRING - Okkotsu Yuuta x Reader WC - 2K GENRE - light angst >> fluff CW - mentions of believing yuuta was dead, brief mention of scars, can be seen as spoilers if you know the latest, but if you don't then it gives nothing away...

You had been mindlessly shopping around the market when it happened. Honestly, you didn't think you'd been zoning out as much as you were.

It had been happening a lot more recently, the mentally checking out. Going through the motions. It just so happened that this time, you were snapped out of it by smacking straight into a hard back.

You had already opened your mouth to apologize, not even fully looking up from your feet, when you heard it.

"Y/n?"

It felt like the blood in your veins turned to ice. The slush in your veins slowing everything down, freezing you in place, threatening to break your body into pieces if you moved even an inch.

You dared yourself to anyways. Holding your breath, you dragged your eyes up to see who it was. Though you didn't have to to know. You already knew.

His voice was the same. A melody in your ears. The perfect tone to drown out every other sound and thought in your head. Every urge in you wanted you to immediately fall into his arms after hearing it. You fought them.

"Yuuta." His name felt foreign on your tongue. It was a word you'd forbidden yourself from speaking in the months it had been since you'd last seen him. Since he'd done the unthinkable.

"It's uh," his voice faltered for only a second as he took you in, the same as you had been the last time he'd seen you, yet so different, "it's nice to see you."

The ice in your blood finally reached your heart. "Wish I could say the same." You turned on your heel quickly, taking off in the other direction, abandoning any and all original plans in exchange for an escape from this situation. "Bye."

Yuuta was quick to jump in front of you, long limbs carrying him easily and too fast for you to dodge. "Please, I need to talk to you." He blocked your path and you ground your teeth, letting the ice in your heart sharpen your fangs as you glared at him.

"Yeah?" You scoffed. "Bite me." You snarled at him, using his shock at your attitude towards him as a distraction for you to dip around him and continue your planned escape.

He stopped you with a hand on your arm. You took a deep breath to stop yourself from lashing out, glaring at the assaulting grip.

"I'm sorry. Y/n, I'm sorry." His voice pleaded with you, a tone you hadn't heard from him in forever. It was almost enough to thaw your heart. Almost.

You barked out a laugh and shook your head in response. "Yeah? Sorry?" It was ridiculous. Like a sorry could fix what he'd done to you. You quickly snapped your head away when he tried to find his way in front of you again, keeping him out of your line of sight. "You left without saying anything. You did that without telling me first. Disappeared without a word! 'Sorry' doesn't quite cut it."

There was a beat of silence as he took in your anger. He was always good at that. Taking in your emotions, holding them. Never making you think you overreacted to something. It made you want to scream now.

He finally cleared his throat awkwardly. "I tried."

Two words. Your eyes snapped over to him and you were reminded of why you had been trying not to look. His cheeks were flushed in embarrassment. He was never good at hiding his nervousness. His fingers itched at the back of his neck softly, tugging on the collar of his jacket.

"I came to say goodbye." He sighed then, looking back up to finally make eye contact. You were sure you could hear something inside of you breaking all over again. "I came. But you looked so happy. Even if it was just in that one moment, you looked so fucking happy. I couldn't bring myself to. To see your heart break when I told you. That was me being selfish."

You knew that what he'd done wasn't for selfish reasons, deep down you knew. It didn't make it hurt less, nor was it going to make it to the surface quite yet.

"You came?" You huffed, the ice leaning into annoyance. "You thought I was happy?" Sarcasm seeping into your words, each delivering like a knife into his skin. You avoided his eyes once again.

His sigh was shaky, sounding like a semblance of the shy boy you'd fallen in love with. The boy who had left you, alone, without a word. Who had taken it on his shoulders to save the world and not tell you about it.

"You were smiling, happy, laughing with everyone." The solid ice in your veins moved, cracked pieces turning the ice back into slush. Anger and stubbornness giving way to resurfacing hurt, a recollection of the events of that night. "I didn't want to ruin your evening. To be the cause of it."

You gave a dry laugh, turning to face him properly for the first time. "I was happy because you were supposed to be coming."

You had been having a good night that night, despite everything. Dressed up in your nicest clothes, brought dessert to the gathering. Chatting with your mutual friends as the time crept closer to when Yuuta had meant to show up.

"I spent all night waiting!" You heard your own voice shake as you remembered what it was like.

How you'd tried to convince yourself, and the others, that he was simply running late. How your heart fell when you'd noticed people starting to leave and he still wasn't there. How you heart felt when you'd realized what he'd done. When all your calls went to voicemail.

"And then I spent days waiting for a call! Thinking you were dead!"

You'd left voicemails until his box was full. Locked yourself away, staring at your phone, just in case it might ring with his name when you were away. It didn't. Your hurt simmered, condensing into tears along your waterline.

"You couldn't even call me." You sighed, turning your head away from him again. If you were going to cry, you wouldn't give him the satisfaction, the privilege of seeing it.

"I can't tell you how many times I wanted to." The slush thawed more and you could physically feel your muscles stretch to life, tensing and untensing under his gaze.

"You didn't." You whispered it like an accusation. All your upset poured out, turning to sadness, remembering the way you wallowed, the bargaining with yourself about why he wouldn't call. The answer you never got.

"Why didn't you call?" You regretted the questions immediately as it left your lips. You feared the answer. He answered before you could recant, like he was prepared.

"I couldn't believe what I'd done." A confession. You saw this throat bob from the corner of your eyes, shame washing his features.

Silence echoed between you two, even with the market bustling around you, people passing around the two of you like a rock in their stream, oblivious to what was happening.

"Darling," he muttered it, a name you hadn't been called in months. It melted you, the ice leaving as his hands gently cupped your face, drawing your eyes back to his, "your heart is too pure for me. It always has been."

He let out a shaky breath and shook his head softly as he looked at you, thumbs catching stray tears. He didn't wipe them, you didn't want him to and somehow he knew that. He always knew.

"I don't deserve it for a second. I never deserved you, I knew that back then and I know it now."

You scoffed lightly at him, but your hands gripped his wrists to keep them in place, to keep him touching you. He was here, alive, in front of you again. "Don't I get to decide who deserves me Yuuta?"

His eyes, trained on how your tears pooled around his thumbs, snapped back up to yours in shock. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he opened his mouth to speak. You cut him off.

"I love you."

You watched as he floundered for a response. Mouth opening and closing as he shifted through a million feelings. He couldn't figure out why you would. A blush creeped onto his cheeks. Why him and why still.

"That's what I was going to tell you that night." He was the one frozen then, tears gathering in his eyes now as he processed what you were saying. "I was going to finally say it." You heaved a big breath, blowing out all the weight from the sentiment. "I was going to tell you that life was too short to not say it. And then I thought you were dead."

"You love me?" He whispered it as a question, disbelief lacing his words as his eyes searched yours for any deception. Like always, he found none in you. You always told him the truth. "You love me."

You rolled your eyes and took your hands off his. "Say it again, why don't you?" You tried to turn your head away, using feigned indifference to fight with the disappointment of not hearing it back. Ashamed that you had said it.

"You love me." He laughed then, a smile breaking across his lips as he looked at you. "And I love," he laughed and pressed a kiss to your cheek, your eyes widened at the feeling, heat spreading out from the spot like wildfire, "I love," you gasped as he kissed your other cheek, wildfire sparking there too, "I love you." It was a whisper as his forehead fell against yours.

Your eyes fell closed, more tears spilled from them, some clinging to your lashes. Your heart felt on fire despite the confusing rush of emotions swirling through you, hurt and love seeming to blend together, pushing and pulling like a natural rhythm. "This is not forgiveness, Yuuta."

"I know." He responded, and although you could feel him tense under your touch, he didn't back away. "But you love me, and I love you."

You brushed your hands along his arms, fingers pressing into the tension, trying to wash it away. "It is a second chance though."

"It won't happen again." He paused, considering his words. "Not without telling you first." A promise, you could hear the sincerity bleeding into his words. "You're my world," he whispered, pressing a kiss to your nose, "my angel." He pulled back to look into your eyes again. "You're my everything."

You laughed a little bit, shaking your head at the way he paid attention to you. The familiar feeling of being known by him flooding you for the first time in months.

"I kind of like how obsessed with me you are sometimes." You teased, tilting your head slightly to press a kiss to the inside of his wrist. You still couldn't bring yourself to look directly at the new scars on his face, but that would come later, eventually.

"Yeah?" He chuckled a little as he tone softened, eyes scanning over your face, refusing to let go, still trying to convince himself that you were there, that you were really giving him another chance. "I am very obsessed."

"It makes me feel like the most important person in the whole world." You were blinking up at him in wonder. Trying to figure out if this was truly real. If he really was there in your arms again, confessing that he'd messed up by leaving you without a word. By not contacting you as you worried.

You knew it was real. The new scars on his face were ones you hadn't yet traced with your fingers in the dark of the night, in both of your most vulnerable times. Ones you still couldn't directly look at, reminders of what he'd done. That would come later, you promised yourself, eventually.

"That's because you are the most important person in my world."

a/n brb sobbin in the club rn

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Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, A3 part 12

Synopsis: Alastor disappeared for 8 years, leaving you confused, crushed, and angry. You spent those years building up your new self and protecting the haven from dangers left and right. What will happen when he returns to the new changes? Will he return anytime soon? Could you even go back to the way things were?

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Part 12: just us

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PLEASE READ BEFORE CONTINUING:

I am NOT looking for any criticism on my writing in this particular chapter. 

This was written as much for me as it was for you readers. It will be incredibly slow and drawn out until the very end. I expect future chapters to be more heated and spicy, but this was my first time writing this kind of stuff.

So please, enjoy :)

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"Relax, my dear," he whispered in my ear, "and put your trust in my hands."

He brought us up to stand straight and led me to the bed. He gently sat me down on the edge and took a step back. I tilted my head to the side, perplexed by his behavior. It wasn't until the radio on the dresser crackled to life and played a calm melody that I realized what he was doing.

Familiarity.

He stuck a red claw in his black tie and pulled it off his neck. He let it fall elegantly on the chair and took off the black vest. One by one, humming along to the song, he started to unbutton his long sleeve. My nerves lessened as something warm replaced it. Though when he got to his belt, my nerves went right back up. The sound brought me back to the ring cage. I could feel his hands on me as I tried to bite down on something, to scream for help that never came.

"Darling." Alastor caressed my cheek with the back of his hand, drawing me back to the present. His yellow smile and red eyes immediately grounded me. He grabbed one of my wrists and brought it up to his partly exposed chest. "You and me. Just us."

I let out a shaky breath. "Just us."

His smile grew sweeter. He put a knee on one side of me and pulled the shirt off the rest of the way. He sent thoughts my way and I listened, my hands coming up to touch his scarred skin like I had in the past. This was something I was used to doing.

He leaned down to kiss me. He was gentle, at first, but when I slipped my tongue between his lips and ran my claws up his sides, all bets were off. A hand gripped my hair as he pressed harder into the kiss. His sharp canines caught my lip and drew blood. He sucked on the small injury as his other hand found the zipper of my dress.

He paused. He didn't move until I gave him the go ahead through our minds. He was splitting my attention between his hands and the aggressive kissing. His tongue felt larger and it barely grazed the back of my throat, almost eliciting a gagging reflex. His presence was overtaking mine and filling my head with his magic. All I could see was red and green.

My dress fell down my arms, exposing my chest entirely. My mind immediately snapped back to reality as did my hands to my chest. I was wearing a bra underneath but it didn't stop me from trying to cover myself. I felt stupid since we were trying to go further. It wasn't as if he hadn't actually touched anything through clothing, but seeing it was different.

Yet he didn't look. At least not yet. He kept his face close to mine, eyes locked, as his cold claws slowly wrapped around my wrists. He gently pulled my hands down and away, allowing the fabric to fall completely in my lap. My eyes were wide open compared to his soft, slitted eyes that never broke contact. It felt like he was trying to look past me, look into my soul. Did he like what he was finding? Did he wish he had a different soulmate? Maybe someone who wasn't as insecure and broken as me?

"Darling," he said again. He stood up from the bed and helped me stand up. I tried to stop the dress from falling but all he did was put his claws on my bare shoulders. He tilted my chin up with a finger and canted his head to the side. "You are beautiful, even without the dress."

You're reading into my insecurities, I thought on instinct.

Is it not my job to help make you more secure?  he returned.

So?

I need to know them in order to help. So let me help. His claws trailed down my arms until they reached my hands which were balled into tight fists around the fabric. He gripped the dress around my fists, waiting and encouraging me to let go. We are soulmates, darling. I will not have nor want another.

I swallowed. This was actually happening. Could I handle this? Was I ready? I found myself staring at the waistband of his dress pants. My throat felt dry.

A kiss on the forehead made me flinch. He did it again, almost feather-like, then placed another one on the tip of my nose. It was out of the ordinary for him to be this touchy.

"Would you like to stop?" he asked, his tone incredibly serious and unfiltered.

"N-no! I'd...I'd like to keep going. I'm just..." I looked down at my feet, the dress still bunched at my waist. Tears were starting to swell in my eyes. They increased furthermore from embarrassment.

"Love? What is the meaning of this?" It was strange to hear him so concerned. His mind was searching mine but that seemed to make it worse. I pushed him out and he obliged. "Did I upset you?"

"No...I just..." The words were dying on my tongue. Why was it so much harder to voice things? I wanted to dig a hole and bury myself in it, never to return for a hundred years at the very least.

I'm scared.

"You mustn't feel the need to continue, love," he insisted.

"But I want to," I said with a little more conviction. "I want to but I'm...just scared to do it."

Alastor was quiet for a minute. The only sound was the crackle of the fire and the music from the radio. I had ruined the night.

He moved to sit us both on the edge of the bed and kept an inch of space between us. "Were you not scared when you fought Blackwater?" he prompted.

"I was."

"Were you not afraid when you first fought in the rings?"

"I was scared every time," I ameliorated.

"Were you afraid when I disappeared?"

I finally met his red eyes. "Yes."

"And yet here you stand."

I knew what point he was trying to make. Fear was something I was incredibly familiar with; something I wished I knew very little and experienced even less. Yet despite the fear, I had continued on. That was especially so when I first came to live in the house. I was terrified of him at some points, yet I continued to push, upset, and fight him.

I knew fear, but I knew strength. I knew hope.

I gave a short laugh. "I didn't take you for someone to give out good motivation."

He gave a teasing sneer. "Did it work?"

I wiped away a stray tear. "Yeah. It did." I wrapped an arm around his back and let him pull me close. He placed a kiss on the top of my head, between my horns. He used magic to remove our jewelry. I then stood up and let the fabric fall all the way to the floor before I could convince myself otherwise.

This time he actually stared. His eyes moved from my chest all the way down to my feet, then back up to my eyes. He licked his lips as he stood up to meet me. One hand cupped my face and the other ran up and down my side.

I let out a shaky breath as he brought his face close to mine. "I can do this."

"Of course you can," he agreed. "Just us."

Another breath. "Yeah. Just us."

One hand moved down to my ass and the other to my neck. They simultaneously jerked me forward against him. My laugh was cut off by an intense kiss. It took only seconds to melt into his touch, and fewer to return the fever. My hand went up the back of his head and grabbed a fistful of his hair. He moaned into the kiss, eliciting a moan from me as well.

He pulled me forward so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed and I was straddling him. The kiss broke momentarily from the movement but he was quick to pull my head down. My nose sucked in air as spit coated our lips and our jaws widened to deepen the kiss. My hands gripped the sides of his face while his moved along every square inch of my skin.

His claws found my bra strap and waited. I gave him the go ahead and he tossed the fabric somewhere on the floor. I sent an image in his mind and he obeyed, hands coming up to cup my breasts in his palms. He squeezed and started to massage the pockets of soft tissue. I let out a sigh through my nose.

"Beautiful," he broke the kiss to whisper his compliment. His smug smile was incredibly attractive. I connected our lips again. My tail slithered up his leg under his dress pants. His entire lower half was still covered, including his boot-covered hooves. His chuckle was deep in his chest. "I suppose it's not fair I am still partly dressed, is it?" 

He put a hand on my back and half rolled over, firmly yet softly settling me near the pillows. He stood as I sat up. My nerves were back as he undressed completely. I shivered as another set of nerves combined with my own. I had never actually seen a man completely naked. My conviction was slipping out of my hands at the sight.

He sat on the edge of the bed again and reached a hand out to touch my cheek. I had to force my eyes to meet his. "You may still say no, dear."

"No."

He raised his eyebrows.

"No--I mean...no...not...I meant yes. That wasn't...I still want to keep going. I'm sorry."

His smile returned fully, relief seeping through his mind into mine. He leaned forward so our foreheads were touching. His red eyes stared straight into mine. "You may say no at any point. It does not matter where we are, I will stop."

"O-okay." My voice was shaky again. I was almost too scared to look at his lower half.

Push through. You can do it. You want this. It's Alastor.

Another train of thought came through. Alastor wanted to go all the way. Alastor. The Radio Demon. A powerful, deadly Demon was being soft, kind, and gentle with me. A powerful, deadly Overlord wanted to sleep with me. How had I managed to get to this point? It felt like yesterday I was fighting tooth and nail to get out of the house and away from him.

His mind wrapped around my mind and pulled my attention back to the present once again. He leaned in close and dropped his voice an octave, "Eyes on me, darling. I want all of your attention tonight."

I hummed a laugh as he kissed me again. He twisted his body so he was on his knees and leaned me back into the pillows. My stomach dropped again but I repeated my earlier phrase over and over again. I can push through. I want this.

His tongue slipped dangerously deep in my mouth again. I was struggling to keep up with him. His lips pressed hard then light, his tongue moved in circles then glided across my teeth, and his tail made a slight noise as it wagged. Only I could hear it with my sensitive ears. I didn't dare draw attention to it.

I hadn't realized where his hand had gone until a claw hooked on the fabric still covering the last of me. My heart jumped in my throat and he pulled away, one arm keeping him propped up. The fear left nearly as fast as it had come up at the sight of him smiling down at me. His eyes and teeth glowed but there was a fondness to them.

I swallowed. He pulled on the fabric and I lifted my hips to let him pull them off all the way. I crossed my leg over my thigh but he was quick to pin it back to the mattress. I could hear it in his mind that he wanted complete openness. He wasn't going to do any of this half-assed or covered. I should've known.

His eyes caught sight of the mark on my left hip. "What a peculiar birthmark."

"Why's that?" I propped myself up on my elbows.

"It looks like a wing. Vaguely."

I looked down at the birthmark. I had never really looked at it like that. Maybe it was because of his vantage point.

He placed a knee between my legs and leaned up to press a short kiss on my lips. "You are gorgeous, love. I am not sure how I managed to earn such a beautiful soulmate. Perhaps I have been good in some way." The comment made me laugh. "I want to hear your voice more tonight."

I did the exact opposite as his knee came into contact with my sex. I sucked in a gasp at the first contact, then at the second contact of his own on my lower stomach. I felt overheated.

"You can say no at any time," he reminded again.

I took a second to breathe. "Keep going."

He kissed across my jaw, down my neck, and sucked on the crook of my neck. Goosebumps ran down my arms at the feeling. His dulled front teeth pinched the skin then lapped the area with his wet tongue. It sent both pleasure and nerves through me.

I felt him using magic. It took three seconds to realize what he was using magic on and felt the nerves surpass the pleasure. I could feel him trying to ease the fear through our minds. I kept repeating my phrase over and over again. I was making a choice this time. I was the one saying yes, I was the one initiating, I was the one in control even if I wasn't the dominating one. For once, he had relinquished control to me. What an act of trust.

He switched to the other side of my neck. His hair brushed my face and blocked my view of anything. I reached a hand up to carefully grab one of his ears. He moaned against my skin and the vibrations sent a funny feeling to my stomach.

His hand went to my chest, drew between my breasts, down my stomach, and cupped in between my legs. My heels dug into the mattress as I sucked in a yelp. He brought his lips close to my ear. "You may say no."

"N...Keep going."

Are you sure? he asked again.

I'm sure. Please.

Very well.

He was slow. His sharp claw dulled as he slipped a finger inside me. My hand gripped one of his antlers and the other punctured the mattress.

Breathe slow for me, darling, he instructed.

I listened and forced my breathing into longer inhales. His finger moved in and out with ease, then he added another one. There was slight pain around the edges.

"Good job, my love," he cooed in my ear.

This was really happening.

He added a third. I winced from the pain and he slowed, taking extra time to curl his fingers inside. It made my stomach feel weird every time he did it.

Then a fourth. Both hands were on him now, one gripping his shoulder and the other his back. I had dulled my own claws so I wouldn't rip his skin to shreds.

He kissed me again. "Are you ready?"

"I think so." My tone said otherwise.

He withdrew his hand and shifted so he was between my legs. My eyes immediately latched onto his member. His other hand smoothed down my legs. The black of his hands stretched up to his elbows like mine did.

His eyes finally left mine as his attention dropped lower. He snaked a hand underneath me and used his other to align himself.

"Wait!" I jerked away. He raised both hands and sat back on his heels. I gripped the sheets and swallowed. Tears dared to fall again.

"We can stop altogether, love."

"No...no. I want to...keep going. Just...I need a second." I had crossed my legs under me protectively. I closed my eyes and took slow, deep breaths. He was reading my mind correctly and keeping distance for now.

You can do this. It's okay. Push through. You want this. Your choice. Your choice. My choice.

I dared to open my eyes. I wiped away the tears as Alastor continued to stare at me with a look of concern. His hands were crossed in his lap, partially blocking my view of him.

"You're permitted to have a change of heart," he offered.

"I know. I know. It's...I'm okay. Let's keep going."

His eyes glanced at my still crossed legs. "Are you sure?"

I swallowed nothing and pried my legs open. I was grateful that his eyes never left mine. "Yes. I'm sure. I'm ready this time."

I held out my hand and he gently turned it over to place a kiss on the back. "You may tell what you need." He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my knee.

"Please. Before I think myself out of it," I pleaded.

"Of course."

He planted a hand next to my hip as the other aligned himself a second time. His eyes met mine as his mind asked once again for confirmation. When it was given, he finally pressed in.

My eyes squeezed shut and I grabbed his wrist. I clenched my jaw painfully tight from the pain, shoving my head into the pillows as I did. He stopped a little ways in and pushed a stray hair out of my face.

"Breathe, darling."

I let out a long exhale.This is okay. This is okay. It's okay.

"You are alright, dear. You're doing great."

It's okay. Your choice. Your choice. It's okay.

"Tell me when to move."

Just breathe. It's okay. It's okay.

Panic started to rise in my chest. Why wasn't I able to calm down? Why couldn't I be normal? Why was I still scared? Just breathe. 

I could see the memories as plain as day. I could see the ugly smile, could smell his ashy breath, and could feel the painfully tight grip on my arms. His laugh echoed in my ears.

"Darling." Alastor brushed the back of his fingers against my cheek. "Look at me."

I peeled my eyes open. My shoulders relaxed involuntarily at the sight of his bright red hair and beady red eyes.

It's him. It's Alastor. Your choice.

"Put your trust in me, dear."

I nodded. "Okay. Okay."

He pulled out, slick skin dragging on slick skin, then pushed back in. He did this several times over until I felt new skin touch my surrounding area. He leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on my lips.

He pulled away and locked eyes with me. "You're so attractive."

I blinked.

I suddenly wanted him to move faster.

And move he did. He moved his hips back and forth, gradually picking up the pace as he felt my mind for when the pain dulled. His breathing grew heavier as mine turned into moans. I could see sweat building on his forehead and his muscles moving under tight skin.

"Darling," he said through his pants, "use those...beautiful claws on my back." I didn't sharpen them back to claws but I dug my human fingernails into his skin. He moaned through his thrusts, earning pressure from my fingers.

He slipped his arm under my lower back, effectively lifting me off the bed and somehow sliding deeper inside. My back arched upward and my heels dug into the mattress. My mouth gaped open but no noise came out.

Say my name, he ordered in my mind. Say my name out loud.

"Alastor," I whispered. I drew my nails along his skin.

"Louder," he growled.

"Alastor."

"Louder." His presence filled my mind and I involuntarily yelled his name. "That's it, love. Just like that."

Moans mixed with his name as pleasure replaced pain entirely. Something hot and pleasurable was sending electricity from the rim of my entrance up my spine.

I swallowed air. "Ala...Alastor." I suddenly became aware of a feeling I had experienced only from my own hands. "Al...I...Al I can feel it."

I dug my nails harder into his skin. He hissed but his mind told me enjoyed it. I wasn't even seeing him anymore. Only red, green, and tints of purple.

"I am getting there love," he barely managed to say. I could sense that I was closer than him and he was trying to fix that.

I managed to pull myself back to reality, out of our minds, and brought a hand up to his head. I gripped one of his ears and squeezed. His whole body shivered. That was all it took.

I fell back into our minds as he brought his face closer to mine. His breath fanned my cheeks as reflexive tears fell down the side of my face. My mouth fell open in a silent moan. I was getting close but it felt like it was taking forever.

"Al...please..." My foot claws punctured the mattress. "Please...I'm so close."

"That's it, baby, just like that."

The new nickname sent electricity down to my fingertips. I grabbed at his back and accidentally dug my actual claws into his back. He growled and bit down on my shoulder in retaliation.

"Al...right...right there. Oh Alastor...please don't...don't stop. Don't stop. Right there...keep going...oh please...ah-hah...Alastor!" My legs shook uncontrollably as my moan trailed into a whine.

I saw stars. My mind was filled with nothing but him and the sea of stars in my vision. Him and only him. I was only ever going to want him. Our minds, our feelings, our emotions, our memories, they blended into one. I didn't know who I was and I didn't know who he was. There was us. There were no separate beings. There was only us. Two minds into one.

One mind, one body.

I blinked. The plain, red ceiling stared back at me. It took me a moment to actually register that I was back in my own body. I felt sticky and almost uncomfortable, like I didn't belong in this particular body. My mind felt sticky, especially when Alastor came to and tried to bring his own mind back from wherever we had been.

There was a part we couldn't disconnect but I was perfectly okay with it. It felt like I was balancing two minds in my head. There were new memories and new thoughts and new emotions. I would sort through those later.

Alastor slowly propped himself on his elbows. I hadn't even realized he had fallen on top of me. His eyes, somehow lazy, eventually found mine through heavy eyelids. I lifted a tired hand and let him rub his cheek against it.

We did it, we thought in union. I wasn't sure who had started the train of thought. Finally.

Alastor gathered enough strength to pull out. He used magic to pull the covers on top of us. I managed to push myself over so I was half laying on him, my head resting on his shoulder.

I did it. I pushed through.

Are you happy? Alastor asked. We were both fighting off unconsciousness.

Very. I'm very happy, Al.

We both fell asleep an instant later.

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Author's Note:

IT FINALLY HAPPENED!

Let me know your thoughts? Just no criticism on my writing style please :P

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Carrying On Pt. 2

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: “Retired” Dad Dean Winchester x F! Reader

Warnings: Smut! 18+ PLEASE! Or I’m telling on you. I’ll do it! Uh, so let’s see…fingering, Unprotected P in V smexy time(be safe out there), swearing, hunter violence, fluffy bunnies and unicorns

Word Count: 6.9K-ish (sorry it’s a little long, I really got goin)

Summary: Continued from Part 1. If you haven’t read it or need a refresher, I’ll leave it linked HERE

You and Dean have to figure out who the spirits are that are haunting his home and you become closer in the process

A/N: Soooooo this one got away from me, I hope you like long ones! I really like writing for Dean. It’s a lot of fun, he’s super smexy and I would be willing to write for these three again or just Dean in general. Anyway, I hope you like it! ♥️

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

After the ghosts disappeared, a teary-eyed Charlie asked you, “What’s happening, y/n? What were those things?”

The scared tone of his little voice broke your heart. Glancing over at Dean who still had the shotgun in his hand, you then turned back to Charlie and replied, “Your dad really didn’t tell you anything, huh? About what he used to do?”

Dean glared at you, his mouth twisted in anger, but when he looked over at his son and he saw how scared Charlie was, his hardened expression softened.

“I didn’t want to have to do this, y/n.” Said Dean in a stern tone.

You wiped the tear away from Charlie’s cheek and squeezed his shoulder.

“Stay right there, Charlie. I’m gonna talk to your dad for a minute. You’re safe, buddy. I promise.” You said, trying to smile.

You pulled Dean into the kitchen by his shirt who was still on high alert from the spirits that had just paid you all a visit. Both of them were gone…for now. But they would be back and you had to find out who they were to be able to get rid of them permanently.

“Dean…Charlie’s scared. How could you not tell him anything?” You asked.

Dean tried to whisper as best he could while he swiped the palm of his hand against his forehead.

“Because I didn’t think I would have to, ok?!” He snapped back.

You took a step back away from him, frustrated with the tone he was taking with you but you didn’t back down. Reaching for him, you gently held onto his shirt and said, “Hey…hey, Dean look at me.”

His eyes were like fresh spring leaves when the sunlight would filter through them and they were fixated on you, confused, and he wasn’t sure of what to do next. The one thing he wanted to protect his son from and he couldn’t do it. His past had finally caught up with him but you couldn’t help but wonder if this was partially your fault. Maybe those spirits had attached themselves to you and you brought them here? You were going to figure this out but you needed his help.

“You’re gonna have to tell him, ok? And figure out what they want…they came straight for me, did you notice that too or did I imagine that?” You asked.

Dean pressed his lips together and nodded. “Yeah, I noticed that. Times like this, I wish Sam was here. He was so much better at research than I was.”

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll look into it. I was always the one that did the research for my dad anyway. Just talk to Charlie ok? Here…” You took the gun away from him and replaced it with two slices of apple pie. “You’re gonna be fine.” You said, kissing him on the cheek.

Charlie called out from the dining room, “Dad? Y/n?”

You walked over to him and replied, “Go sit with your dad, buddy. He’s gonna tell you some stories while you eat your pie, ok? I’m going to go get my laptop, I’ll be back.”

As you opened the front door, Charlie asked, “Y/n? Can you bring Bear with you when you come back…please?”

Bear was your German Shepherd you rescued from the pound not too long after you settled into your new home. Charlie absolutely adored him.

“Sure, buddy. Listen to your dad, and I’ll be right back.” You replied.

Bear was waiting behind the door when you came home. His giant paws touched your shoulders when he stood on his hind legs as he tried to lick your face.

“Ok…ok…down…down. I gotta get my laptop, buddy. You wanna go see Charlie? Yeah? Come on Bear, let’s go!” You said, grabbing your laptop and his leash.

Charging through the front door, Bear ran over to Charlie and Dean. Charlie gave him a piece of the hamburger that he didn’t eat.

“Y/n!!! Dad said he used to hunt monsters with Uncle Sam! And he said that he was around my age when Grandpa started taking him hunting!” Charlie said excitedly.

Looking at the table, you noticed that their pie was all gone, Dean had a more relaxed look on his face, and he winked at you which made your stomach flutter and warmth flush across your cheeks.

“Yeah? And what do you think of all that?” You asked him.

Charlie shrugged. “Eh, it’s still a little scary but I know you and Dad will protect me, right?”

“Of course we will, buddy. Go take a shower and get ready for bed, ok?” Said Dean.

“Ok Dad…Come on, Bear!” Yelled Charlie.

Bear chased after him down the hallway as you opened up your laptop and started your investigation.

“You may not get Bear back, you know that right?” Said Dean.

You chuckled as your fingers lightly hit the keyboard. “If it means Charlie feels safer then I guess it’s a small price to pay. I still wanna visit him though.” You said with a warm smile.

You continued to search the internet for information about the house, the area, or any newspaper articles that might be helpful while Dean cleaned up in the kitchen and Charlie was getting ready for bed.

After his shower, Charlie came back into the living room to say goodnight.

“Y/n? Can I tell you something?” He whispered.

Dean was still cleaning.

Closing the laptop slightly, you replied, “Of course you can, Charlie. What is it?”

Charlie glanced over his shoulder to make sure his dad was still in the kitchen.

“I’ve seen those ghosts before.” He said, shyly.

Confused and shocked, you said, “You…you have? Where Charlie? Where have you seen them before?”

“Here…they’ve always been here. Since I was really little. They would wave and smile at me sometimes. They’re sisters, well they look like sisters, anyway. Their clothes look funny too.” He said.

You whispered back, “Have they ever hurt you? Or tried to?”

Charlie vigorously shook his head. “No…No, they were always nice to me. And they were always nice to my…my mom. She didn’t know they were there though and they told me not to say anything to my dad.”

You covered your mouth with your hand and felt all the color drain from your face. The hand you had covered your mouth with was shaking slightly and the hair on the back of your neck was raised.

You came to the conclusion they didn’t like you or want you in the house.

Tears pricked the back of your eyes and you desperately tried to keep them from falling for Charlie’s sake.

“Ok, buddy. Well thank you for telling me. Bear can stay with you in your room tonight if you want.” You said with a hitch in your voice.

Full of excitement, Charlie jumped and asked, “Really?!! Thank you, y/n!!”

Dean called out to Charlie, “Alright buddy, say goodnight to y/n and get in bed. I’ll come in in a minute. Did you thank her for letting you keep Bear for the night?”

You smiled and said, “He did, baby.”

Dean tucked Charlie into bed, grabbed two beers from the fridge, handed one to you, and sat down across from you on the other couch. You felt him staring at you with a sly smile on his face. He just watched as you tried to dig up any information you could.

He finally broke the silence when he said, “You look really cute in your glasses.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Thank you, handsome. It’s just the blue light bothers my eyes; I don’t need them to see.” You replied.

“Find anything? I’m sorry, I don’t mean to bother you.” He said apologetically.

The dull ache in your chest from when you were talking to Charlie, persisted and your hands started to shake again. You didn’t know who these spirits were but you did know that they approved of Dean’s wife, not you. They let the family live there for years without letting themselves be seen except by Charlie but as soon as you walk into their lives, they’re trying to get rid of you.

Suddenly, it was difficult to breathe. Your chest felt like it was constricting tighter and tighter until it felt like your heart was being crushed or collapsing in on itself so you placed your laptop on the couch and got up to leave.

“I should go.” You said, voice shaking and with tears in your eyes.

Dean set his beer down on the coffee table and chased after you, cutting you off before you could reach the door.

“No…wait, baby. Why? I mean, aside from the ghosts and everything, I thought we were havin’ a good night.” He said.

Your voice was cracking and your breathing was very shallow as you inhaled sharply.

“They don’t want me here, Dean. It’s me, I’m the reason they showed themselves tonight!” You cried out.

Confused, Dean narrowed his eyes and pulled his brows together and replied, “Wait, what are you talkin’ about, sweetheart?!”

You told him everything Charlie had told you. At first he was angry that Charlie had never mentioned it before now but then upset because of how that made you feel.

“I loved my wife, y/n.” Said Dean. “Ok? And I always will but she’s gone. She’s gone and never coming back and yeah I’ll always have a piece of her in Charlie but I get lonely too. And then I met you and…” He paused. “And I felt something again. I wasn’t sure what that something was at first but, you made me smile again, you made me laugh, and I felt…” He stopped again.

It was silent for a what seemed like hours although it was only a minute.

You said in barely more than a whisper, “Dean?”

He clumsily blurted out, “Love…I felt love again, y/n. With…for…you. Son of a bitch, I can’t even get the words out.”

A shy smile stretched across your lips and you replied, “Really?”

Dean quickly closed the gap between your bodies until you were sharing the same air. With his hand cradling your head, his lips crashed onto yours as you gripped his head firmly not wanting to let him go.

Your lips parted as his mouth slanted over yours, his kisses were all tongue and teeth as he nipped at your jaw, your chin, and down the sides of your neck as soft whispers of his name escaped your lips like a muffled prayer.

With a fistful of your hair in his grasp, he pulled your head away from his lips to growl against your mouth, “I love you…and I don’t want you to leave.”

With a piercing dryness in your throat, you gasped against his mouth and with your body molded against his, you replied, “I-I love you too.”

And you meant it. You loved him from the minute his lips touched yours that very first time. Delightful sparks had raced up and down your spine and you thought your heart was going to explode from your chest.

Being on the road all the time, there was never anyone special, no one that ever had your heart or anyone that you would actually let into your life. They wouldn’t understand, didn’t know what it was like doing what you did, plus you were never in any town long enough to have anything more than a one, maybe a two night, stand.

You weren’t sure that you’ve ever been in love before, but Dean Winchester definitely had your heart. Love was having someone who’s easy to talk with, to laugh with, and to share your life with and he was all of those things for you.

Dean reached for the hem of your t-shirt, pulled it up and over your head, and revealed the black lace bra you had on underneath. Quickly, you unbuckled his belt, palming him through his jeans, a strangled moan fled from his lips as you gently bit down on his earlobe.

You stopped suddenly but he continued to leave love bites down your neck.

“Dean…Dean…” You said breathlessly. “What about the…um…spirits?”

“I mean, they can watch if they want.” He said as you playfully slapped him on the shoulder. “They ain’t comin’ back tonight, sweetheart. We’ll do some more research tomorrow but tonight…you’re mine.”

His words went straight to your core, the ache between your thighs was growing hungry for him and silently begging for him to touch you. His calloused fingers danced up and down your spine as goosebumps stippled across your skin and the look in his eyes was primal as his ripped open the button on your jeans, nearly tearing it away from the fabric.

His talented fingers disappeared under the waistband of your panties, teasing your entrance with one finger, feeling how wet you were for him, his name escaped your lips again but a little louder this time.

“Ssshhh sweetheart. We’re not alone, remember? But I do love hearing you call out my name.” He purred.

He continued to tease you, circling your clit with his thumb and then adding a second finger causing you to see stars and stifle screams into his neck.

“We’re playin’ with fire, baby. Go to my room before Charlie brings Bear out here to see what all the noises are.” He growled into your ear before slapping you on the ass.

“Ouch! DEAN!” You whisper yelled at him.

Dean flashed a sly smile at you before practically chasing you down the hallway and gently closing and locking the door behind him.

Putting his fighting skills to use, he swept your legs out from under you and you fell backwards onto the bed. As your head hit the pillow, something hard poked through and touched the back of your head.

“Dean what is...?” You said, pulling the gun out from under his pillow. With raised eyebrows you held it up in front of him and pressed your lips together in a straight line.

“Oh like you don’t have one under your pillow. Hmmm?” He said as he crawled on top of you.

You shrugged because he wasn’t wrong. Of course you had one under your pillow. Old habits are hard to break.

“Ya know you didn’t have to sweep the leg; I would have gotten into bed willingly.” You said with a slight chuckle.

“Old habits, sweetheart.” Replied Dean, pulling down your jeans.

After removing them, his large hands traveled up your bare thigh to your ribs before his lips collided with yours again. His body fit together with yours as if you two were made just for each other, the rhythm was so natural with him.

His kisses traveled from your lips, down your neck, in between your breasts, and along your stomach until he paused just above your core, your body arching slightly in anticipation as you tangled your fingers in his soft brown hair.

His face disappeared in between your legs, kissing the inside of your thighs, nipping at that delicate skin before completely burying his tongue inside you. Dean placed his hand on your stomach to try and keep you flush with the mattress while he pulled sinful noises from you that you released into his pillow to try and stay as quiet as possible.

Your climax building and building like a wave before it crashes onto shore. His talented tongue caused you to see stars before you couldn’t take it anymore. You tightly gripped his hair in your hands, and let out a passionate cry along with your release.

“You really are trying to get us caught, aren’t you sweetheart.” Said Dean with a look of amusement on his face.

“Well then stop being so good at that.” You replied.

A wicked smile stretched across his lips.

“Maybe I’d rather get caught then.” He said.

You could see your release glistening in his beard as he stood up to remove his shirt, the anti-possession tattoo prominently displayed on his chest. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you watched him carefully as he pulled his jeans down. Immediately after they hit the floor, he was on top of you again, his hard cock pressed against you and your drenched pussy just begging for him to be inside you.

But you rolled and he was suddenly underneath you, knees planted on either side of his hips and grinding down into his crotch. Dean’s thumb tugged at your lower lip before his hand worked its way to the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair again.

“You’re not the only one with moves.” You said with a sly smile.

Slowly, you lowered yourself down onto him. With every inch, he stretched you out, soft gasps escaping both of your lips until he was buried to hilt. Dean kissed all of the moans out of your mouth as you began to rock back and forth, slowly, making sure he stayed buried deep inside your slick as you started to grow increasingly tight around him.

“Fuck, you feel good baby.” He growled into your neck, biting down where your shoulder meets your neck which turned you on even more.

His movements underneath you became rapid and you came closer and closer to your climax pulling him out of you almost all the way then slamming back down onto him. Your breathy sounds of pleasure turned into the loud cries of your orgasm as you fell apart all over his cock.

“That’s it…come for me, sweetheart.” He purred into your ear.

Every time Dean touched you, his fingertips felt electric, and your skin burned with intensity. You felt it throughout every cell within your body as he moved with desperation. He was close too, gripping your waist as tightly as he could, and crushing your body against his.

A cry of your name fled from his lips as he spilled into you, chasing his own high just as you were coming down from yours. Dean smiled against your lips when they crashed against yours and he brushed a stray hair away from your face. Clinging to him tightly, your mouth slanted over his, kissing his lips, his cheeks, and his forehead.

With you still on top of him, Dean inched himself to a seated position until he was resting against the headboard. Trying to catch his breath, and with a shy smile he said, “I really do love you, y/n. I don’t say it unless I really mean it.”

“I know, baby…I know.” You replied. “And I love you too.”

There was a long pause as you sat on top of him, still trying to catch your breath when you suddenly started to chuckle.

“What’s so funny, sweetheart?” Asked Dean.

You kissed him on the cheek and replied, “And you told me I had to be quiet. If anyone was waking Charlie up tonight, it was you, tiger.”

Dean pressed his lips together and slightly narrowed his eyes at you when you started to laugh again. Kissing him on the cheek, you started to get up off of the bed when he grabbed a hold of your wrist.

“Whoa…where are you goin’?” He asked.

Confused, you looked at him and replied, “I was gonna go home.”

He pulled you back down onto the bed, planted himself next to you, and said, “I told you earlier, I don’t want you to go. Plus,we have work to do in the morning.”

“They don’t want me here, Dean. I’m the reason—“ You started to say but he interrupted you.

“Yeah well I do, ok?! I want you here and that’s why they have to go.” Said Dean, giving you a quick kiss on the lips. “The only way I’m letting you leave is if you wanna go get your gun to put under your pillow…here.”

Biting down on your lower lip, you nodded as his hand slid up the side of your thigh causing a shy smile to play across your lips.

“I don’t think I need it tonight…you’ll protect me, right?” You said in a joking tone.

The smile disappeared from Dean’s face and the tone of his voice was serious when he replied, “I’ll always protect you, sweetheart…even though I know you’re very capable of taking care of yourself.”

You gently brushed his beard with your thumb, pulled him in close, and kissed him again. Dean parted your lips with his tongue to entwine with yours. His strong arms were wrapped tightly around your waist which made you feel safe.

“Thank you, Dean.” You whispered.

He kissed you on the forehead and replied, “Get some sleep, baby.”

**********

The Next Morning

The last thing you remember before hearing Dean’s voice was seeing vampire fangs dripping with bright red blood, their long talon-like fingernails with dried blood underneath slicing through the air trying to get at you, and your father screaming in pain while losing his life to save yours from that nest.

His voice almost sounded like it was underwater and very far away.

“Wake up, sweetheart! Come on, wake up…you’re having a nightmare, baby. Wake up, y/n!” Dean said in an elevated tone.

Your eyelids flew open, your fingers were tightly wrapped around the bedsheets, and you were calling out for your dad. You remembered what Dean had said to you before you fell asleep. He had said, “I’ll always protect you, sweetheart.” Your father had said that to you too and it cost him his life; you didn’t want the same thing to happen to Dean.

“DEAN!” You called out.

Dean pulled you into his chest to try and calm you down.

“You’re alright, baby. I’m here…I’m here, it’s ok.” He said. “Was it about your dad?”

“He died saving me; I let him down so that’s why I stopped hunting. He’s dead because of me, Dean!” You sobbed.

“Look at me, y/n. Hey…my Dad gave his life for me too, alright?!” He stated. “You think I still don’t feel guilty about it every single day?!”

You had heard about John Winchester’s death but you had no idea exactly how he died so Dean told you everything that happened and how hard he took it, what he did to the Impala, and how angry he was. It wasn’t until after Charlie was born that he understood the full reason of why John sacrificed himself to save his son.

“Obviously, I don’t have kids but I imagine you would do anything to save your child…anything.” You said, wiping a tear away from your cheek.

“I would and I know you would too. I watched you run to protect Charlie from those ghosts last night.” Said Dean. “But I need your help if we’re gonna get rid of them though.”

“I’ll go to the library later, should be able to find something there.” You said.

“Can I tell ya a secret?” Asked Dean with a devilish smirk across his lips.

You nodded.

“I’m pretty sure it twitched when I watched you use that shotgun.” He said with raised eyebrows and a slight chuckle.

“DEAN!” You exclaimed with a wide smile stretched across your lips.

His green eyes looked even brighter in the early morning sunlight as he inched closer to your face, capturing your lips in a soft kiss before continuing, “And when you said you were a hunter, that turned me on even more. The dining room table would have seen some other kind of action if Charlie hadn’t been there.” Said Dean, winking at you.

“Alright…I’m gonna get goin’, see what I can find.” You said, starting to feel warm. “Just keep Bear here until I come back.”

Dean gave you a warm smile and said, “Good luck, sweetheart.”

You returned the smile, hurried back to bed, and kissed him one more time.

You replied, “I’ll need it, handsome. I’ll see you soon.”

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Dean texted periodically while you were at the library. He told you he and Charlie took Bear for a nice walk, they had lunch, played in the yard, and he also noticed when they were outside, the basement lights flickered on and off. The spirits were getting their strength back and you still didn’t have much to go on.

Later on in your readings, you finally came across an article from 1868 about two sisters traveling from the east coast andalong the Oregon Trail with their husbands. You remembered Charlie telling you that their clothes “looked funny.” So they must have been a part of the manifest destiny movement, westward expansion, etc.

They had been trying to make it to Oregon but both of their husbands got sick, died before they got there, and they ended up in Colorado where they tried their best to live, farm, and just survive. They had managed, with help, to build a home very close to what is now Dean and Charlie’s house.

But it was too much for them, they died in 1871, six months apart, and are buried in the town cemetery. People in town had said they, more than likely, died from broken hearts. You sent the article to Dean and he wrote back he would “take care of it” tonight after dinner.

In a way, you felt bad for them. They had picked up, left their home, their life, and headed for the west coast with hopes of prosperity and possibly a family, children but they didn’t get the chance to do that.

Then a nice family moves in, they start to raise a son, and they probably felt an aspect of that family life they had always wanted but then the wife gets sick, dies, and leaves behind her husband and child.

So maybe they thought they would watch over the child since his mother is gone but then you came along and ruined it. It was just a theory though, who knows what the real reason is?

You mentioned your theory to Dean and he had replied with “Who cares why they’re doing it. They need to go, so they’re going…tonight.”

In his words, Dean didn’t do “chick flick moments.” It made you laugh but sometimes you wished he could try to look at it in a different way other than, “any monster=dead monster.” That’s just how Dean is though.

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“You sure you don’t want me to go with you?” You asked.

Dean was packing up the Impala. He made sure he had everything he needed…flashlights, shovel, salt, and matches.

“Sweetheart, I need you to stay with Charlie. You’ll see them disappear when I burn their bones, then we’ll know they’re gone. But you knew that already.” He said.

Your arms were folded protectively across your chest, watching Dean double check that he packed everything he needed. He hasn’t had to use the weapons from the trunk in a very long time, he might be nervous so you relaxed your shoulders and reached out to grab a hold of his jacket to get his attention.

“Dean…hey…what’s wrong? Talk to me.” You commanded as you looked into his sage colored eyes.

“I just…didn’t think I would ever do this again.” Said Dean, as he slammed the trunk closed.

You were still holding the lapels to his jacket when he snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you in close. With his body firmly pressed against yours, you could feel his heart beating forcefully against his chest.

“And I know that’s my fault.” You replied.

Dean growled. “Hey! Stop saying that this is all your fault. It’s not.” He paused, softened his expression and gave you a slight smile. “Well maybe it is a LITTLE bit but—“

You interrupted, “Dean…come on, you think I don’t feel bad enough al—“

You tried to escape his embrace but he was too strong and just ended up squeezing you harder.

“I’m kidding, sweetheart. I’m kidding. I’ll let you know when I find the graves, ok?” He said with a slight smile.

His warm breath brushed against your eyelashes, you nodded and inhaled sharply. He smelled like clean laundry and gunpowder as his lips remained inches from yours.

Dean slowly moved closer to your face, his lips ghosted over yours before he kissed you, gently and then he pinched your butt. A typical Dean move that made you laugh when things got too serious.

“You can’t be serious for 30 seconds, can you.” You said, chuckling.

“Nope!” Dean said with an emphasis on the “P” and a smirk on his face. “Alright, alright I’m sorry, baby…I love you.” The tone of his voice was warm and caring. “See…I can be serious.”

Rolling your eyes, you replied, “You can’t SAY you’re serious…it just contradicts the serious. But I love you too, be careful.”

“I will, baby and I’ll see you soon.” Replied Dean.

You watched him drive away just as Charlie called out to you from the front door asking if you would play a game with him.

You yelled from the front yard, “Of course, buddy! Go pick one!”

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With Bear sleeping peacefully at your feet, you and Charlie sat at the dining room table playing Uno. A couple of texts from Dean came in that he found the graves and he was pleased that they were right next to each other but it would take time to dig them both.

Charlie wanted to hear some stories about your hunting days so you told him a few that you felt like he could handle. He was a tough little kid, being able to sit there and listen to stories about monsters but then again, he was Dean’s son. It’s in his blood.

Suddenly, Bear started to growl and show his teeth. The lights all throughout the house started to flicker and it became very cold very quickly.

“Go get in that salt circle, Charlie. Right now.” You commanded.

Charlie got up, took the iron bar his father gave him and did as he was told. Bear sat outside the circle guarding him and still growling. You were holding one of Dean’s two shotguns in your hands and you had your handgun on you too when your phone started buzzing in your pocket.

It was Dean.

Just as you hit the answer button, the two spirits appeared and were headed straight for you. The phone dropped onto the floor when you tried to get a shot off. When you missed, you dropped to your knees to pick up the phone.

“Dean! Hello?!” You said loudly.

Before he could say anything, you watched as one of the sisters started to burn. Their bones must be on fire.

“Their bones are salted and burned, y/n! They should be gone!” He said.

“Only of them burned, Dean!” You said.

That’s when you heard Charlie calling you from the kitchen. You ran in just in time to see him swing the iron bar at the other sister and she disappeared but you knew it wouldn’t be for long.

“What is it, Charlie!?” You asked in an elevated tone.

Charlie reached into his pocket and pulled out a locket. Inside, were pictures of one of the sisters and her husband, you assumed.

Dean was yelling your name into the phone.

“Hang on, Dean…Charlie, where did you get this?” You asked, holding the locket.

“I was digging in the yard, playing with my dump truck, and I saw that sticking out from under the dirt! And when I went to bed that night, that was the first time I saw them in my room.” Said Charlie.

The locket must have belonged to the sister that didn’t burn up so she’s still tied to it. The kitchen lights flickered on and off again as you picked up the phone to talk to Dean again.

“You still there? I know what I have to do. I need a blowtorch!” You said.

His voice boomed on the other end of the phone. “Under the sink!”

All of a sudden, you heard Charlie’s voice but it wasn’t directed at you. It was directed at…her. You turned around to see her hovering next to Charlie, outside the circle, with Bear showing his teeth and ready to pounce.

“Leave y/n alone! I know she’s not my mom but…but she’s really nice! My Dad and me…we really like her a lot! Just leave us alone!” Charlie yelled.

The spirit of the lone sister almost had a sad look to her face, like she didn’t understand why Charlie would be upset, that she was just trying to protect him. But before she could disappear again, you had set the locket on fire and watched it burn inside the sink. Pulling Charlie from the salt circle, you shielded his eyes from the burning spirit and held him tightly against your body.

The lights stopped wavering, Bear stopped growling and began wagging his tail. You crouched down to look Charlie in the eyes, still gripping him tightly.

“Look at me, buddy. Are you ok?” You asked him.

Charlie nodded.

“Are you both alright?!” Dean asked.

“We’re fine, baby. We’re fine.” You replied.

“I’m comin’ home.” Said Dean, before hanging up.

Charlie helped you clean up all the salt and put the guns away.

“Charlie…how did you know to give me that locket?” You asked.

He threw the last of the salt into the trashcan and then answered, “Dad told me last night that sometimes there is something still holding a spirit to this world and if we get rid of that object, then they can move on.”

“Wow, you remembered all that, huh?” You asked.

He nodded. “Yeah.”

“That’s really impressive, buddy. I’m proud of you.” You said.

Charlie gave you a slight smile. It looked a lot like his father’s.

“Thanks.” He replied.

There were a few minutes of silence before Charlie spoke again.

“Y/n?” Said Charlie.

“Hmmmm?” You said, cleaning out the sink.

You could tell he was nervous about what he wanted to say and was working up the courage to say it.

“I love you.” He said.

You weren’t sure your heart had ever felt so full. You could hear its rapid beats echoing inside your head while the heat rose to your cheeks and tears burned the back of your eyes. You didn’t try and stop the tears from streaking down your cheeks this time; they were happy tears.

Your voice hitched. “I love you too, Charlie. Why don’t you go get ready for bed, ok?”

Knowing Dean had to fill in those graves before coming home, you knew he would be a little while longer so you had Charlie take a shower and then he wanted to hear more stories.

The kid couldn’t get enough and he hung on your every word before his eyes started to get heavy and he fell asleep with Bear next to him. So you shut off his light, closed the door behind you, and waited for Dean to get back.

The low growl of the Impala echoed from outside. It came to a stop and you heard the loud squeak as he closed the door. That sound was unmistakable and it brought a smile to your face because it meant Dean was home.

Covered in dirt, he practically ran through the front door.

“Hey! Charlie’s ok?” He asked breathlessly.

You nodded and replied, “Yeah, he’s fine. He’s in bed if you wanna say goodnight.”

He quietly walked down the hallway, opened Charlie’s door, and then closed it again. Dean emerged from the hallway and did not stop until his legs took him directly to you. In one motion, he stripped off his jacket, gazed at you with his sweet green eyes before his lips crashed onto yours. He tasted like salt and dirt.

“You ok?” He asked as he cupped the side of your face, fondly looking at you like he hadn’t seen you in a week.

“I’m fine, baby. I’m fine.” You said, looking up at him through your long dark lashes.

“I’m just glad you guys are safe.” He said, wiping the dirt from his brow.

Dean flopped onto the couch, his head tilted up toward the ceiling and he closed his eyes. He took a couple of deep breaths with forceful exhales.

“Are YOU ok, baby?” You asked timidly.

You knew Dean stopped hunting for a good reason but explaining the life he used to have to his son was something he had hoped he never would have to do but that’s who he was. Dean was a hunter. It was a huge part of his life ever since he was a young boy all the way through most of his adult life so far.

“I’m good, sweetheart. I guess, I knew I couldn’t keep this secret from Charlie forever, could I.” He said.

You gently raked your nails against his scalp as he sat next to you, looking up at the ceiling, trying to find the right words to say.

“It was a big part of your life, Dean.” You whispered. “And I’m sorry I was the reason you had to tell Charlie about it.”

Tears stung the back of your eyes and you turned away from him so he wouldn’t see them.

“Hey…hey, come here, come here.” Said Dean, pulling you into his lap. “Charlie said that these sisters liked him, right? And my wife. Now, if you hadn’t moved in next door, I’m guessing eventually I would have started dating someone else and the sisters probably wouldn’t have liked anyone that I brought home so I would have had to tell Charlie anyway. But I love that you’re a hunter and you were here to protect him. The point I’m trying to make, I guess, is I didn’t have to do this alone, I had you…I love you, y/n.”

A smile stretched across Dean’s lips as he leaned in to kiss you. His strong hands, that were covered in dirt, inched up your thighs then wrapped around your waist as he deepened the kiss, parting your lips with his tongue, wanting to tangle with yours.

“I love you too, Dean.” You said with a warm smile. “Oh also…you’re not the only Winchester that loves me, ya know.”

Dean pressed his lips together firmly and narrowed his eyes.

“Son of a bitch, I knew I would regret sending Sam your picture! He said you were too hot for me.” Dean said with a slight growl.

With your hands resting on his shoulders, you started to laugh, and started to swipe at the dirt from his cheeks.

“No baby, it’s not Sam…it’s Charlie.” You said.

“Did he give you Blue Steel? I’ve been workin’ with him, he’s gettin’ pretty good at it.” He joked.

You continued to laugh and shake your head.

“No Dean, not in that kind of way. More like a friendship kind of way, a really fun babysitter, maybe.” You said.

You told Dean what Charlie had said to the spirit before she dissipated and how he remembered what Dean had told him about spirits attaching themselves to objects and not being able to move on unless those objects were gone.

“He remembered all that? Smart kid.” Said Dean. “It also sounds like he looks at you like a mother type figure which he needs.”

You violently shook your head back and forth.

“Dean, I could never. Charlie had a mother and he has fond memories of her. You know I could never or WOULD EVER want to replace her.” You said.

Your hands started to shake, Dean took your hands in his to try and comfort you.

“I know that, sweetheart. I know. I’ve watched the way you are with him though and you can tell he really loves when you’re here and when you play with him. But I can see that you two love each other.” Said Dean, as he kissed your hands and smiled at you.

“I do love that little boy, Dean. I really do.” You said as tears streamed down your cheeks.

“Which is another reason why I love you so much.” He said.

You closed the gap between your bodies and gently pressed your lips to his. Tickling the back of his neck with your nails, you could feel the goosebumps dance across his skin.

“And I love you too.” You purred into his ear. “Well, I guess I should get goin’ and let you shower. You’re probably really tired from all that digging and you want to go to sleep.”

“We’re both pretty dirty, baby. I think you should come with me. Then we can go to bed.” Said Dean with a wink.

You couldn’t help but bite back a smile while looking into the eyes of the man who holds your heart. Love was the last thing you had expected to find in the small Colorado town you now call home, especially love with another hunter.

“Well, how can I say no to an offer like that?” You replied.

“Oh I don’t think you can say no. Yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s in the lore somewhere.” Said Dean.

The bristles of his beard gently scratched your chin when you leaned in to kiss him again, trying not to laugh. You loved him so much.

You knew moving on with your life after your father died wouldn’t be easy because you were all alone but that empty space in your heart was a little bit smaller now. You weren’t alone anymore. Both you and Dean had suffered losses, more than anyone should ever have to but you had each other now.

Finally, you had a place you could call home and more importantly, there was plenty of love to fill that home.

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FICLET FRIDAY— SPOILERS!

I wanted to write something new, but then the “ficlet” is becoming a proper fic. So here’s just a snippet while I finish writing the rest!

“I’m really glad you’re here with us, Dor.” Orym stays where he is, but keeps his eyes looking out. The blue lights seem to gently drift with the cold wind that has chased them all day.

“Me too. Despite what my wardrobe says, I’m glad I ended up here. With you.”

Orym really can’t turn and look now, not when his cheeks are remembering when Dorian first showed off that outfit for them all.

A voice rings out and Orym feels temporarily saved from too blushing of memories.

“Oh boys, Esseth has the dome ready!” Fearne calls out, a little echoey in the space.

“I have told you, my name is Essek.” They hear him reply.

“Ooh, well with all your face changing, who can keep it straight?”

Dorian catches Orym’s eye and they both struggle to stifle a laugh. There are many ups and downs to their travels, but their friends are all ups.

Dorian takes Orym’s hand, and gives it a squeeze. “Let’s head back.”

“Wait—“ Orym wants to hold his hand, to linger in this duet, but his eye has snagged on something in the distance. “Can you see what I’m seeing? Is that light moving towards us?”

Dorian looks back out, squinting into the dark. “Oh. Oh I think I see what you’re—“

It happens faster than either of them can expect. What was a blue spark in the city they had long left behind hurtled towards them, growing from pinprick, to beam, to a ball of light that smacks Orym in the chest.

Or it would, if Dorian hadn’t shoved Orym behind him in a split second decision. The light impacts him silently, impossibly, Dorian’s face lit bright cyan from underneath as the light dissolves into his chest. Orym’s hands are on him immediately, scrambling where the light just disappeared.

[thestoryofella]

before he cheats

summary: after your cheating boyfriend leaves you heartbroken, you and Sirius drunkenly decide to teach him a lesson by keying his car.

warnings: brief sexual content, angst, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, fluff, drinking, swearing

sirius black x reader ✿ 1679 words

You were completely and utterly heartbroken. 

After a long day of work, you stopped by your boyfriend’s flat to visit him since you got off thirty minutes early. Despite dating for two years, you still hadn’t moved in together, as Chad “liked his personal space.” 

Or so you thought. Because what the woman on top of Chad was doing right now certainly didn’t look respectful of his personal space.

His bare torso gleamed with sweat, and the woman–who looked nothing like you–rolled her hips on top of him, her neck slightly tilted back. When Chad saw you in the doorway of his bedroom, his eyes widened in shock before he pushed the woman off of him, pulling a blanket to cover his body before strolling over to you in a demeanor that was entirely too confident for the situation.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?” He asked, seeming to attempt to sugarcoat his actions with an awkward and ineffective chuckle. 

“What are you doing?” You retorted back, pointing an accusatory finger towards his bare chest. You kept your voice low, trying to be mindful of his neighbors in the apartment complex. Tears gleamed in your eyes, and you almost felt embarrassed at how quickly you got worked up–something Chad made fun of you for constantly–until you spotted the woman tiptoeing to the bathroom. 

His mouth opened up a few times, seeming to try and come up with a concrete reason for what you had just seen. But he couldn’t, and after a few tries, he closed his mouth in silent defeat. 

You shook your head at him, flabbergasted by what you witnessed, before turning on your heel. Right before you left his flat, just for clarity’s sake, you muttered, “We’re done,” before opening the door, going, and slamming the door behind you. Screw the neighbors.

♡ ♡ ♡

For the next three days, your set-up in the living room of your flat was a sad sight. Atop your leather sofa were pounds of used tissues, covered in your snot and tears, and you had been in the same pair of pajamas for three days straight. For those three days, you’d rewatched your comfort movie approximately twenty times. 

It wasn’t until the third day that you heard your phone buzz for the twentieth time, the ringtone you’d chosen for your best friend Sirius blaring over the Titanic soundtrack. You finally decided to answer and quickly regretted the decision when you heard Sirius’s blaring voice over the speaker. So much for a peaceful afternoon in.

“Y/N! Why have you disappeared off the face of the planet?” Sirius’s voice rang out through the speakerphone, clear, concerned, and loud. 

After glancing at your tissue pile, you begrudgingly decided that this conversation might be better in person if you could get through it without choking over your tears. “Umm, how about I tell you over some drinks? Can you meet me at the bar in an hour?” You offered your plan as best possible, trying not to cringe at how unsure you sounded. 

Sirius huffed over the phone, clearly unsatisfied with waiting to hear your story. “Fine, but you better tell me everything.” He drawled out, settling. 

“See you then,” you replied, hanging up the phone and leaping off the couch. If you only had an hour to fix yourself up, you had to hurry.

♡ ♡ ♡

By the time you reached the bar, you were sweating. Both from the quick pace at which you had to shower and dress yourself and the even faster pace at which you had to walk to the bar to meet Sirius at your agreed time. 

When you walked into The Black Dog, you spotted Sirius’s mop of jaw-length black hair before anything else, walking over to slide into his booth. When you sat down, his eyes widened slightly before his lips turned upwards, and he smiled a winsome smile as he took in your appearance. You fought the urge to roll your eyes. 

“Looks like someone finally decided to leave the house.” 

“Shut up,” you replied quickly, sticking up your finger to tell him to wait as you ordered many tequila shots; surely, this would keep you two well-hydrated for the night. 

“Before or after we take some shots?” He asked when you returned.

“After,” you replied quickly. It took very little thought to decide you needed some alcohol in your system to get through this without either crying or feeling so embarrassed you crawled back home and never came out of your bedroom. 

Sensing your serious story, Sirius leaned back in his chair, ready to hear you vent. “Ladies first,” he gestured to the shot tray. 

In response, you slammed down two shots, chasing with a sip of water. Inhaling a breath, you began. “Chad cheated on me,” you let the words escape your lips quickly, hoping Sirius wouldn’t detect any emotion in them. 

His demeanor immediately stiffened, eyes narrowing in anger for you, but he didn’t let it show if he was angry. “Are you okay?” He muttered. The words were uncharacteristically soft for the raven-haired man, who extended his hand as he placed it on your forearm. 

“Yes,” you uttered, the word coming out as a choke. You sighed, acknowledging defeat. “Not really,” you decided to confess. 

He hummed in understanding, pushing another shot your way before downing one himself. He nodded at you to continue. 

“I mean, I don’t know what to say. We’ve been–” You sigh. “We had been dating for two years, and I come to Chad’s apartment, and he’s naked with someone who isn’t me,” you continue. “It just really sucks,” you finished, not caring to try and use fancy language. 

“You deserve better than that asshole,” Sirius declared, downing two more shots. You offered him a glassy-eyed smile in response. 

“Here, drink up. We’re going to need it,” Sirius said, pushing two more shots toward you before finishing his share. 

“For what?” You asked, finishing your share of the shots as well. 

“Revenge,” Sirius declared, a mischievous glint taking over his eye. 

“What–” You started, but before you could finish, Sirius grabbed your hand, tugging you towards the door. 

“Just trust me,” he said, interlocking your fingers before practically sprinting down the sidewalk. 

You ran along, embracing the warmth that came from his slender hands.

♡ ♡ ♡

When you got to Chad’s apartment, you decided you should not have trusted Sirius. You two stood beside Chad’s brand-new red Mercedes convertible on the sidewalk outside his flat. 

“What are we doing?” you asked, a slight slur to your words. The tequila had kicked in. 

“We are going to key Chad’s car,” Sirius announced, his voice leaving little room for argument. 

Your mouth fell open in a gape. “We cannot do that!” you whisper-shouted, shocked by his audacity. Though you had to admit, the idea was not entirely repulsive. 

“Yes, we can,” Sirius said, unlooping his carabiner from his belt loop and tossing his keys to you. 

You caught his keys with both hands, staring at the shiny medal. “He’ll know who did it,” you said. 

“In London?” Sirius huffed out. “He has no cameras, and he lives in a major city. We just have to be careful not to leave a trace.” 

You stood for a second, considering his words. Recalling the way the woman’s body moved on top of his, you decided this idea wasn’t half-bad. “Okay,” you agreed. “But you have to go first.” 

“You go first, and I’ll help,” Sirius said. 

“What do you mean by that?” You asked, confused by the proposition. 

It didn’t take a second before Sirius put his hand over yours, shoving the key between both your fingers as he grasped the top of your smaller hand. Guiding you to the driver’s door, he took control of your enclosed hands, firmly dragging the key down the fresh paint. You fought the urge to wince as it squealed had Sirius’s larger hand not kept yours in place. 

“Like this,” he breathed into your ear. Your back was pressed flush to his chest, his free hand languidly grasping your hip. You flushed at the closeness. “Now do the other side, alone,” He said, grasping your hips with both hands to guide you to the passenger's side. 

You squatted down, digging the key into the car and dragging it to the gas pump. When you looked behind you, Sirius was smiling in delight. 

“Perfect,” he muttered, but he wasn’t looking at the new damage to Chad’s car. He was looking at you. 

Suddenly, you noticed Chad’s apartment filled with golden light through a window directly above where you and Sirius stand, vandalizing his car. 

Sirius must’ve noticed, too, but he grabbed your hand and his keys again. “Fuck, we have to run,” He deduced. 

You fought the urge to squeal as your body filled with sudden adrenaline, both you and Sirius taking off in a wild sprint.

♡ ♡ ♡

You panted from the exercise when you reached a park eight blocks away, leaning against a tree as Sirius sat on the grass. Your lungs greedily took in the air. You jolted your head downwards when you heard Sirius throw his head back in a throaty laugh. 

“That was magnificent,” Sirius concluded, a broad grin overtaking his features. 

You couldn’t help but laugh with him, clutching your stomach and falling to the floor beside him. 

“Yeah, it was,” you agreed. “Thanks for convincing me to do it,” you offered up, appreciative of your best friend. 

Sirius hummed in response, brushing his thumb across your cold knuckles. “Hopefully, next time, he’ll think before he cheats,” he muttered, smiling softly at you. 

You couldn’t help but smile back, leaning your head against his warm shoulder. “Yeah,” you agreed. But with Sirius’s warm body radiating heat into yours, you could care less about Chad cheating. 

You just appreciated having Sirius here with you, and you grasped onto his hand for emphasis. You figured he felt the same way when he dragged your now enclosed hands to his lips and pressed a kiss to the back of yours.

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Angst alphabet for Asra please.

Which latters? D! And anything else you'd like to do for Asra.

Aside from D for Death, I want them all as Asra, but also know that's way too many. So D.

I'm a little overachiever at times so I did the whole alphabet LMAO

Asra Alnazar Angst Alphabet

A - Austere (what makes them feel uncomfortable and unwanted?)

Being ignored or straight up ghosted; Asra doesn’t like being perceived too much but you’re his whole world, he wants to savor every moment with you to make up for lost time and he feels so shitty when you don’t return the sentiment

B - Bad Habits

Ironically, ghosting. They’ll forget to tell you about a trip until the last minute, or maybe forget to tell you altogether, leading to them just up and disappearing for sometimes days at a time. It’s common when they’re upset or really stressed

C - Crying (do they cry easily? What causes them to crack? How do they cry?)

Asra kinda hates acknowledging most emotions he perceives as negative, so it takes a lot for him to cry. If it’s just because maybe things have been building up for too long but not one specific thing that set him off, just silent tears running down his face. If it is one specific thing he can’t run from, like your death, he just breaks down; it’s messy, there are tears and snot everywhere, his shoulders are shaking violently from the force of his sobs, his breathing is fast and shallow and when he’s done he has a headache from hell and he feels completely hollowed out; he’ll be walking around in a numb daze for a few days afterward, because he just released all the emotions that have been building up for months, maybe years. The first type of cry is a little stream and the second is a raging river; there is no in-between

D - Death (how do they handle the topic? What would they do if their s/o died?)

They don’t handle death well; Asra, post (upright) route holds their loved ones as close to their heart as they can; the thought of any of their loved ones dying can send them straight into a downward spiral of anxiety and dread. Conformation of death sends them straight into either dissociation and denial or a week-long breakdown and then dissociation and denial for a little before they start looking into necromancy with a frantic look in their eyes and terrifying determination. If their significant other died though? Oh boy

They were bad enough the first time but the second, it kills them. Their grief would actually kill them if they lost you again; they would not survive knowing you’re gone and there’s nothing they can do about it because they know they can’t make another deal.

E - Emotion (an emotion they try to suppress)

Anger; he tries so hard to never get angry. He allows himself annoyance, irritation, but never ever anger. Asra is not an angry person in general, there are few times he’s been truly angry at someone, most often Lucio, so he’s come to associate his anger to the former count

F - fights (how do they argue? How quickly do they start an argument? Are they patient with their s/o’s feelings?)

Asra has seemingly endless patience; especially when it comes to you. They were your caretaker for at least a year, probably more, so they’re familiar with your moods and act accordingly. Typically, they let you yell for as long as you need to then when they see you’re done they’ll try and soothe you or give you space, depending on what you need. But when they actually fight back, shit gets real ugly real fast.

You know Asra better than most people in their life; you know Asra better than their parents, you’re second only to Muriel. But Asra knows you too, knows you better than you know yourself sometimes, which means that when you’re both aiming to hurt, it’s all too easy to hit where it hurts for the both of you

G - Guilt (do they feel guilty over something? How do they handle that feeling?)

He’s still guilty for leaving you behind when he left Vesuvia during the plague; he will carry the guilt of your death with him for the rest of his life

H - heartbroken (have they had their heart broken before? Does their S/O have the power to break them?)

Absolutely yes to both. The first time they were heartbroken was the ‘deaths’ of his parents, then when Muriel was in the coliseum, then when you died. And yes, you absolutely have the power to break them; again, you know them better than practically everyone because they’ve never allowed anyone else to truly know them. They’ve given you so much power over them and they’re aware of it, but they gave it to you in the first place because they trust you won’t hurt them.

I - Insecurities

I honestly don’t think Asra is very insecure to be honest; I think he has his moments, like anyone else, but those are few and far between. I think he’d be insecure of leaving you behind and what happened, and afraid you’d leave him for his need to travel. He left you behind and you died; he’s terrified you think he’d leave you to suffer a similar fate again.

J - Jaded (how easily do they become jaded? How do they attempt to get out of that?)

Asra has been jaded for almost their whole life; orphaned and growing up with Vesuvia’s forgotten doesn’t lead to having the happiest outlook on life. Especially since they’ve seen firsthand how cruel the world can be with the Coliseum fights and how Muriel has been treated his entire life

K - killed (what have they killed? Figuratively or literally)

I don’t think Asra has ever killed someone literally. Hurt people before? Absolutely, a gang was after them as a child, so they were forced to be well-versed in self-defense, but never took a life. They definitely killed their morals when you were dead though; they crossed several lines they never wanted to cross before nor again to bring you back

L - lies (what lies do they tell their s/o? Are they a good liar?)

Asra is the best liar you’ll ever meet, but he absolutely hates lying to you. The lies he’d tell you were during your recovery, whenever you’d ask about your past or your memories; he lied only to protect you. After you prove you can finally handle your memories and your past, Asra stops the lies; if there's ever something he doesn’t want to tell you he either tells you he doesn't want to talk about it or deflects and changes the subject

M - mono (do they ever feel alone?)

Not post upright route, not anymore; they know by then that they have a lot of people in their corner, a lot of people in their life; more than they ever thought they’d have. They’re only alone when they want to be because they know they have plenty of people they can seek out if they feel lonely; you’re at the top of that list, of course

N - nightmare (what’s their worst fear?)

Death of a loved one

O - Obstacles (what things have they overcome? How much does it still affect them?)

He’s overcome a lot in his life. The loss of his parents, growing up a homeless orphan, teaching himself and Muriel magic, Count Lucio, the plague, losing you, beating the Devil; Asra has always been a survivor through and through. Of course some of that affects him still; he has nightmares, he has trust issues, he has issues expressing some emotions, but he has people wish shared experiences there and it helps

P - panic (do they panic easily? What instincts do they have? (fight flight, freeze, or fawn))

Asra is typically calm and collected damn near all times, so no, they don't panic very easily but when they do, their first instinct is flight. They avoid conflict whenever possible

Q - quiet (secrets they have)

I don't think Asra would like keeping secrets from his partner, especially after knowing you for almost a decade. I think Asra has things he hasn't told you yet, most likely pertaining to his childhood as one of Vesuvia’s orphaned children, but most likely it's because he doesn't want to acknowledge just how rough his childhood actually was or maybe the right moment to bring it up just hasn't happened

R - rejection (how do they handle rejection of any sort? Have they had a big moment of rejection?)

Asra handles rejection pretty well; they travel a lot so they meet plenty of new people but that also means that if they get rejected they can just leave lmao. If the rejection happens in Vesuvia, they’ll be a good sport about it and won’t make anything awkward, they know they’re not gonna be everyone’s cup of tea and they’re cool with it. They appreciate the honesty too

S - separation (how would they react to a S/O breaking up with them? What would it take for them to break up with their s/o?

If you broke up with him, Asra would be absolutely crushed; he'd respect your decision, maybe try to ask if he'd done something to warrant the breakup, but if you tell him it's because you fell out of love or something he'd never recover; you would deadass never hear from Asra again. He loves you so much still that he can't be part of your life anymore, he can't just be a friend or someone you see every once in a while, it would destroy him; he'd leave Vesuvia all together and probably take Muriel.

I can't really see Asra breaking up with you; he loves you so much, it would take a lot to get him to consider ending it, but I can't think of anything specific

T - trust (how do they break their s/o’s trust? How easily is their trust earned/broken? How would they react to being betrayed?)

Asra's trust takes a long time to earn, so I think it's pretty hard to break. But once it's broken, Asra would never be able to trust you fully again. After the first time there's always going to be lingering doubt about you, I think. They may not even be entirely conscious of their wariness, but it's there all the same.

If you betrayed them, it would destroy them; just crush them completely. It depends on the betrayal itself, of course, but Asra would definitely run. Depending on what you did, they might come back, but it's entirely possible they won't.

Asra would treat your trust like it's fucking frost; the most delicate thing ever. They'd never ever willingly break it, not if they could help it; you mean too much to them for them to ever willingly hurt you

U - urges (what’s something they want but cannot have? Or something they lost and can’t get back)

Asra will always miss the person you used to be; the version of you he left behind. He loves the version of you he has now, he loves you more than he will ever be able to say, but some small part of him will always miss who you used to be, and some part of him will always grieve the love you had/could have had back then

V - volatile (how quickly do they anger? What do they act like when they’re angry?)

Asra doesn’t often get angry; it takes a lot to push them to that point, typically. If you want to them angry fast, bring them to Lucio; he’s practically the only one who can piss them off by merely being near them. Otherwise, it’s incredibly difficult, especially if it’s you that’s angering them. You, Murial, Nadia, and maybe Salim and Aisha are the ones they find it the hardest to get mad at; they love you too much.

But because it takes so much to anger them, when they finally let it out it’s very…explosive, but it’s their magic mainly that’s lashing out. Asra will shout a little, pace around aggressively, but will never really do more than that, and especially won’t get close to you when they’re mad.

W - weak (what makes them feel weak?)

Lucio, typically. He lied to him about his parents so easily, he blackmailed both Asra and Muriel without batting an eye, he killed thousands, you included, without even trying. And Asra couldn’t really do anything about it because, powerful magician he may be, he had no political power while Lucio was the Count. Lucio has hurt almost all of the people Asra cares about and he feels like he wasn’t able to do anything about it

X - X-ray (how readable are their emotions? How good are they at reading their s/o?)

Asra reads you like you’re a picture book tbh because to them, you might as well be. They knew you for several years before you lost your memories, you had to relearn practically everything and Asra was there for every single mood, they saw your new tells and expressions develop, so they know you practically better than you know yourself, meanwhile Asra themself is very difficult to read unless they’ve actively trying to display their emotions. They learned a lot on the streets and few of those lessons were kind.

Y - youth (what kind of childhood did they have? At home and at school)

At home, before the ‘deaths’ of his parents, Asra had a happy life; two loving parents and a home. Afterwards, he had no one and almost nothing, until he met Muriel. Safe to say the majority of his childhood and teenage years were really rough

Z - zero (what would they do if they lost everything)

I truly do not think Asra would survive that; losing everything, they could probably come back from, but losing their loved ones, all of them, would actually kill them.

[maiiuelle]

mermaid!reader would love when jj came near her (she's in the water, painting her toes,) and he ALWAYS is high whenever they meet? ? so he thinks she's a figment of his imagination

NOO wait i’m giggling at the thought of jj smoking out on the beach and seeing mermaid!reader again and genuinely being like wow maybe i am going crazy..

sometimes jj just likes to be alone. he gets sick of the nagging — from his dad, the pogues, the cops — and it just makes more sense to go off and do his own thing once in a while. he rode his bike out to the beach where he knew nobody would be, found a comfortable spot to lounge in the sand, sparked up a joint, and finally started to relax.

the crashing waves almost lulled him to sleep before he heard you giggle off in the distance. at first he thought he imagined it, only stirring for a second to look around before lowering his hat back down over his eyes.

“oh, don’t be so stubborn. come here, little guy.”

“what the hell?” he grumbles to himself, now really confused. this part of the beach is closed off to the public, unless you hop a fence, like he did. there’s no way anyone could have found their way out here on accident.

a simple look down the beach momentarily clears his confusion — there you are, laying on your belly in the surf. you’re holding a dried palm leaf, trying desperately to guide a slow baby sea turtle to the water, and seagulls fill the air overhead. the kicker is your tail, that is bent to hang over your back, the scales dancing with color in the sun. that’s when jj knows it’s you, but he must be far enough away that you have no idea he’s there, your focus on shooing away the hungry gulls. “hey! hey! leave him alone!”

jj takes a moment of pause, eyes wide as he stares at the scene in front of him. on any other day he would get up and investigate, the joint has him questioning what he’s seeing. oh god, john b was right. his mind is racing, recalling how the pogues had already started teasing him about dreaming up a mermaid. shit, maybe i do smoke too much weed.

you reach forward, hand dipping just beneath the sand to set the turtle on your palm, officially saving it from becoming a seagull’s lunch. once you’ve got hold of him, you’re exploding in joyous victory. “haha! see, that wasn’t so hard!” your free hand comes to run over its delicate shell, admiring the adorable little turtle before you carefully lower it into the water, watching longingly as it glides around and swims away.

before you follow suit and disappear into the waves for good, you take a quick scan down the beach, and jj swears you look straight at him, flashing a sweet smile before leaving.

[fictionalreads]

9-1-1 Season 7 Episode 9

Bobby

Awe Bobby. You deserve it. Take the medal.

WHAT?! Bobby no. You can’t leave. I don’t allow it.

Oh God will I have to watch him tell Buck? I don’t think I can handle that.

I don’t like this goodbye without saying it montage.

Athena was just trying to help.

Oh wow we’re going there. I love ABC. Can they acquire Lone Star when Fox inevitably cancels it?

Oh he’s having a dead daddy dream.

No Bobby your book is not the reason your dad drunk so heavily.

Ah shit did Amir do this? (Yes I’m calling him Amir in this cause Theo would never)

That’s a lot of fire.

No. NO I REFUSE IT BOBBY GET UP

AND THEN IT ENDS!!

Buck

RAVI 😂

LMAO Nah they just wish he was dead.

Oh shit he finally meets Kim. Awkward.

Buck just spit it out.

Hen

Lady. Your son was drunk. He refused care. That’s not her fault.

LMAO Not Bobby saying she’s raising Eddie and Buck

It was that councilwoman! She’s a bitch.

Ortiz needs to disappear.

ORTIZ NEEDS HER ASS WHOOPED

Eddie

Eddie no. Why are we still doing this?

Damn he’s more romantic with his side chick than his actual girlfriend.

But damn does she see him “you have more to give than you think anyone can take”

Eddie your excuses are weak.

Oh wow he told Kim.

Oh Eddie. These are the things you discuss in therapy.

Is this a dream or is she trying to help him?

SOME FANFIC WEITER IS IN THE WRITERS ROOM CAUSE THAT LINE ABOUT “I RAN TOO BUT I CAME BACK?! Straight fanfic.

Oh shit Chris and Marisol.

Miscellaneous

Yesterday was a long day and I ended up going to bed early so I missed the premiere, BUT IM HERE NOW

WAIT A DAMN MINUTE why did they show Buck in the family snapshot after Tommy’s name but they showed Eddie in the one after Buck’s name was called 😏😏 Buddie here we come.

Ravi is a mood “I’m here for the free food”

Captain Gerard is still an ass.

Why is it that when Buck is going through some shit, everybody else is somewhat stable (like they might be dealing with something but nothing super heavy) but when Buck is stable, all hell is breaking loose for everybody else at the same time?

Oh wow. What an episode.

This might be one of my favorite episodes.

[mingisdoll]

Tall manwich

@yourfatherlucifer yes there's a two-for-one deal for these fics. Plus, I need to write in features other than the characters from OUAT. So thanks for this. Also, thanks for the title name lol

Trope: dancer!Yunho x chauffeur!reader featuring dancer!BM

BM is a kpop solo artist who is also part of the group KARD.

Includes: gn!reader, mention of a size kink but it won't be overly sexual, slight angst, reader being cursed at by fans, reader gets hurt, mentions of blood, protective Yunho and BM

I wanna point that not all fans are like this! But this is the unfortunate reality idols must face every day. ENJOY THE FIC NONETHELESS :D

@newworldnet

@blossomnet

Another day, another dollar, and another batch of fans swarming around you and Yunho. The bodyguards were actually doing their job well!

These fans just like being bold. That's it.

They went from yelling and complaining to actual punching the bodyguards in their arms with their weak fists. You didn't understand how rowdy a celebrity's fans were until you were hired by Yunho's manager to drive him everywhere he goes.

From the grocery store to the studio he dances in, you had the routine on lockdown. You just had to get used to the fact that fans have nothing to do with their time other than find out where Yunho will be at this point in time of the day. As you kept your head down and walked alongside Yunho, the swarm of fans decided to switch tactics.

By aiming for you.

They pointed their cameras at you, called you names, cussed you out, told you to stay away from their beloved Jeong Yunho, and even resorted to physical violence.

From pulling on your hair

To straight up punching you

They laughed and called you weak as you doubled over in pain yet you kept walking. The bodyguards noticed and they became twice as aggressive in shoving the fans backwards. Yunho noticed and he tried to help but you held your hand up and reassured him that you were fine.

That broke Yunho's heart.

Ever since you got hired as his chauffeur, you've been receiving nothing but utter shit. From the fans and even down to some of his staff. The bodyguards were ok with you. He knew you could handle yourself yet he still felt this need to protect you. You've done so much for him. He wanted to give back.

After arriving at the venue, he saw you dart off to the nearest medical staff to have your wounds treated and his heart hurt even more. He refused to go with staff to get his hair and makeup done and even stood in the middle of the venue.

Yunho never got angry. He was the sweetest man alive. However, after seeing you get hurt, he wasn't feeling sweet right now. Some of the staff tried to coax him into the dressing room with fake reassurance that you were fine, but one glare from him had their words dying down in their throat and dispersing so he could be left alone. His manager saw this and asked gently if Yunho wanted to see you, to which he gave one simple nod firm to. His manager pointed to a room with a red cross sign hanging above the door, indicating you were in there. His long legs strided over to the room and he walked in.

You got punched in the face. Specifically, right on your mouth. Your lip was busted and split open but it wasn't severe enough to where your teeth were falling out nor were you spitting up blood. Yunho admired your strong will yet almost cried when he saw how disheveled you looked. You always made sure to look your best and thanks to those fans, your hard work was ruined.

Your hair was all over the place, your suit was wrinkled and stained due to a fan purposefully spilling a beverage on you, and your hands were shaking. It was a sign that your anxiety raised. Yunho immediately rushed over to you and held your hands gently. They practically disappeared underneath his huge hands and you looked at him with misty eyes. You were on the verge of crying.

He didn't like that.

"Shh. It's ok, bub. You'll be ok." Yunho reassured you quietly as he kissed your forehead. He cared for you so much. It made you wonder what you did to deserve it. Another presence entered the room and the both of you looked up to see another man and his staff.

"I was told you were in here. Are they ok?" The new man asked as he nodded at you. Yunho smiled slightly before nodding.

"They will be, BM."

BM, or Big Matthew, was a longtime friend of Yunho's. They used to be dance rivals, but tonight, they share the stage together. As BM sat down beside you, he beckoned his staff over to fix up your hair so it wouldn't get in the way of your face and the blood from your lip wouldn't stain it. He got a good look at you and his eyes widened in familiarity.

"No fucking way! Y/N L/N?!"

You smiled weakly as BM said your name with such enthusiasm.

"Hi, Matty. It's been a long time." You said shyly and he hugged you tightly yet carefully. Yunho was confused as to how BM knew you. BM saw the confusion on Yunho's face and he explained it to him.

"We used to go to elementary school together. They would protect me from my bullies."

Yunho smiled to himself as he envisioned a tiny version of you fending off this man's bullies when he was younger.

"By the time we got to middle school, we broke apart. I moved cities and never saw them again. Until today!"

BM's and Yunho's smiles were so bright that you thought you were going to go blind. You forgot your pain and recalled memories of you and BM in your youth while BM's staff fixed your hair and even picked out casual clothes for you to change into so they could iron your suit.

Alas, it was time for them to go on stage. You decided to stay in the medical room and watch from a monitor that the venue's employees provided you with. You wished them the best of luck.

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The show ended and it was time for you to drive both Yunho and BM back to the hotel. BM happened to stay in the same hotel as Yunho and even stayed on the same floor! He just had a different room of course.

After changing into your suit and putting on a face mask so you could cover your busted lip, you waited for the two men to arrive. Once they did, you proceeded to go out first but Yunho held you back.

You were now sandwiched in between these two tall buildings God called men. Your face heated up due to being flustered upon seeing the sheer size differences between the three of you.

"You're not going out there first, bub. Hate me at the end of the day, but I'm protecting." Yunho whispered deeply in your ear while BM nodded in agreement.

"He's right. You finna stay in between our big tiddies until we reach your car. Got it?"

WHY THE FUCK DID HE HAVE TO PHRASE IT LIKE THAT?!

Yunho snickered a bit while you sighed loudly.

"Ok fine."

From there, you stayed like that. Sandwiched in between these two men. The only time you got a break was when they had to sit in the back seat while you drove them.

Even when you arrived at the hotel, you still stayed sandwiched in between them. You had to suffer through their man boobs suffocating you when you entered the elevator and went up to your floor. After the elevator arrived, you exited and walked to your room.

Or tried to at least.

You ended up staying in Yunho's room, where the three of you laid on Yunho's bed. Their big bodies squished you and you felt more flustered than before.

Will BM most likely be in that bed with you and Yunho for the entire night?

Yes.

That's how much they cared for you.