#but for now. I rest my eyes. last weekend was kinda fucked up&evil. will not repeat! thank u!

[b4kuch1n]

first batch of art fight!! all revenge babeyy

for @trucbiduleschouettes, @sallymiakki, and @paristandard respectively :]c

[monstas1ut2]

2/3 Eren Yeager (Smut Warning!)

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That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucka!

The screenshot sound was pretty loud as your back went up and down like a roach sprayed with raid. The male on the other side of the phone laughing his ass off. Well, he wasn't the only one.. but he's the one who took the screenshot.

"Delete that shit, don't put it on Instagram Connie!" Your pretty face was immediately in the camera's view. Your eyes a little wide at the fact that you were caught off guard. But at the same time, you let yourself go in front of the group. That's your wrong doing. But it made them smile nonetheless.

The people who were on the call at the moment were Connie, Jean, and Sasha. The rest were either too bothered to be in such a crackhead group, or they were busy.. probably the first one. Anyways, everyone in first period happened to be your friend, they were all different but they adored you nonetheless... even Annie... she just hides hers pretty well. Anyways, It's almost the end of senior year already and the bond is hard to break..

"That's my favorite song, you can't be catchin a hoe off guard.." you scolded the bald male who still happened to be laughing. His controller in his hand since he was playing nba2k. Jean was also playing but at the moment he was trying to figure out what you were doing.. and he's mad he didn't see..

"What did she do now?!"

"She was throwing her back out of place!" Sasha muffled out as she was stuffing her cheeks with a Hershey chocolate bar. She was also watching Hell's Kitchen on her tv, you could hear it.

"Daddy Jean aint need to hear all that.." you playfully spoke as you bit your lip at him. It was obvious he liked you, not to the point where he wanted a relationship though.. he's just a bit of a man whore.

Though everytime you mumble a 'Daddy Jean' , he's all for it. That's yo bitch.

After a bit of a pause of talking, Connie had picked up his phone and you were now cleaning the table that was in your room. The last time you were in this room, you didn't even have time to clean... Your father was screaming for you to hurry.

Let's explain, this weekend, you are visiting Hange, your mother . She missed you so she invited you to stay for a few days. Today is Friday so you have the whole weekend with her. She had planned Saturday and Sunday. Not to mention, Monday is a holiday so no school. 

"Hey guys... uh Armin and Eren having a party.. y'all comin?"

All while Sasha said yes, along with Jean.. you were still jamming to 2-pac spitting his shit. Your hand movements not going unseen by the three on your phone. So in result of not having a response from you, Connie screamed oh so suddenly which caused you to jump pretty high.

"What the Fuck is yo problem!? You bein held by gunpoint nigga?" Your voice showing 1% concern as you moved closer to the phone on your dresser and you stared into it.. quite surprised still.

"(Y/n)... you makin my hair fall out..." Connie spoke as he gave a sarcastic smile and... wow it was hard for everyone to suppress their laughter... your face would turn purple instead of red though..

"Ight~... watchu want?..."

"Eren-"

"Oooh, Eren.." you spoke in interest, your long eyelashes fluttering. This however made Jean and Connie 'throw up' at the same time. All while you rolled your (e/c) eyes.

"Yall do too much-.. and Jean, stay in yo game ight?.. befo I come through the screen and punch-"

"Eren havin a party.. are you going..?"

Tilting your head in slight disbelief that Connie interrupted you. Your eyes rolled as you looked to the side. Obviously leading them on, but at the same time they knew that Hange will let you go...

"Fine. But somebody pickin me up.. and Sasha cuz boo-boo can't drive worth a dime.."

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As much as you hated it, you sat uncomfortably in the dodge... Ugh... It's just something about you and dodge's. The cars radiate fuck boy energy, and guess who happened to be driving this car? Jean..

Though he let you sit in the passenger seat just because. Your eyes staring out the window as you messed with the stockings you had on. They were in a bit of a web, that was the design. You also had on a plaid skirt and this crop top with some white platforms. Oh you looked scrumptious.

The person who put this outfit together in the first place was Hange.

"Baby Jean, you need a new car... cuz-"

"It radiates Fuck boy energy.. you said it the first time you ever saw it... I know.." Jean pouted as he continued to drive to Eren's house. Who was shared with Armin. The two always lived together, some speculated that they were... sparkle sparkle.. gay.. but they aren't.. not that you would've minded.. it just would've been a bummer.

"(Y/n)... Didn't Your father take your car away...?"

Glaring back at Connie, who was wearing a white shirt with black pants and some timbs. You rolled your eyes and looked through your window again.

"Yeah but my car is a Mitsubishi.."

The neighborhood around these parts were quite pretty. Just like where you lived with your dad. But at the same time you were confused as to how Eren and Armin could afford such a place. The first thing popping in your mind being. Drug dealer and then you thought about what Sukihana said about dating them...

That's probably why Levi didn't want you around him... Yeah.. This whole senior year has been Levi making sure Eren doesn't sit beside you... nor have a project with you... It's like he barely existed at first. Though you always had these ways to talk to him. He's not even that bad.. he's quite the hottie and he knows what to say... he's just a flirt, and you edge him on every time...

"(Y/n)! Can you come with me to find the food?"

Snapping out of those thoughts of Eren, you didn't even realize Jean had already parked. A small 'mhm' coming from your throat as you opened the car door. Everyone else doing the same. Lord it was a bunch of people out here. People were outside and inside which was baffling honestly.

A soft hand touched your wrist and started to drag you towards the house door. It was Sasha, her mouth almost watering for something to eat. She told Eren to make sure there was extra cheese in the fridge for her. Hidden... and lo and behold when you both shimmied through the crowd, the cheese was in the fridge. Her eyes beaming as she grabbed some chips as started eating like it was her last meal, nothing out of the ordinary.

"This music actually hits..." you spoke out to nobody in particular as your hips started to move ever so gently. Though as nice as your body was, it looked more seductive than anything. Popping one of those chips into your mouth as your hips continued to wine ever so gently.

The looks you were getting, not only lustful but want... The way your long dreads just complimented your look had only made it worse. The second you decide to stop, it seemed like everyone stopped looking at you. In slight despair that you'd stopped. Though one individual in particular was continuing to stare...

His hand, wrapped around the cup as he'd sipped at the liquid inside. The black ring on his middle finger caused his hand to look hotter than it already was. He had these prominent veins that would just look so pretty on your brown skin...

"She likes you too..." the blonde that was a tad bit shorter spoke to his childhood friend, Eren.

"What makes you say that..." lord, somehow over all this music, and his low tone... you could still feel the vibration of Eren's voice. Just glancing from the kitchen as Eren was sitting on the couch in the living room. Leaning back like he owned the place... well he did.

Fine ass..

Giving him a bit of a stare, your glossy lips curved into a smirk as you glanced at him up and down. All before turning your attention back to your friend who was having the time of her life eating...

"So Sash.. what's up with you and Connie...? Yall gon date.. or-"

"(Y/n)!"

"My bad.. my bad.. I just wanted to know"

The party was a bit lively, more than anything since this is a longer weekend. So everyone was happy.. including you because they were playing your favs. So of course your body started to move again. That skirt of yours being a paid actress in helping you look more hot. Though, what you did not expect was someone coming up behind you...

Now that's nasty..

You whipped your head around about to give them an earful... though... you saw that smexy... face and you looked kinda shocked...

"Oh..." you choked out before turning your head again.. Eren's evil little smirk had caught you off guard. It boosted his confidence even more that you didn't feel the need to even move away from him. His hands slithering onto your full hips.

Man, he was really risking everything this time... considering your father is.. Levi...

This however was thrown out of the window because of the fact that you could feel Eren's... crotch against that thick form of yours. That little smirk on your face only widening as you started to gently rub against him, your back bending over somewhat.

His long brown hair then started to ever so gently fall in front of his face as his greenish eyes stared hard into your body. That harsh little grip on your waist made you feel all different types of high. Gawd.

"You like that huh...? I know.." your cute, but seductive voice made Eren chuckle just a tad. It causing you to almost choke on those words.. This man didn't need to TRY to be hot... he was already smexy.

His hands then started to travel up your body to your arms and he gently pulled you up towards him, your back against his scrumptious chest. All you could do was open your mouth a bit, quite surprised that he wanted to be this close with you.

"Eren... You a lil close... you needa tell me sum?"

The way you spoke, the way you carried yourself... it was new to Eren when he first met you.. but he got used to it real quick and he noticed he wanted something he never knew existed.. and that was you.

"Can't tell you here... but I can tell you in the bedroom..." Eren purred out, his voice smooth as a babies skin, smooth as butter. It caused you to tingle, the female between your legs wanting that more than anything.

Biting your glossy lips, the room started to become hotter than it already was. The people who were in the house started to pile out of the main and started to go outside. It was quite cold outside as well, but the party continues.

"Where the hell is (Y/n)..." Jean spoke to himself as he watched Connie and Sasha become drunks in two seconds. It was obvious he himself could not drink since he is the driving parent tonight.. but he now had nothing to do... he's just wondering where... you are..

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"S-..Shit Eren~..."

The (f/c) nails you had were now digging into Eren's muscular arms as his lips caressed your neck. The seductive kisses making dark marks on your brown, beautiful skin.

Your head being thrown back onto the soft black pillow as your pretty toes curled. Feeling Eren's slender fingers inside of your pussy. His intimidating green eyes watching your every expression, every move. Seeing that your crop top was already rolled up over your pretty chocolate mound breasts that were covered with your bra.

"E-Eren, s-stahp..." choking that out, you could hear the loud rip of your stockings when Eren moved his hand out of them. The wetness of your brown pussy lips being known pretty well when Eren's fingers slid your panties to the side.

"You don't want me to stop... huh...?"

"N-No.."

The electricity shocked through you when you watched Eren stare down into your eyes. Lust and want, all in them as his key necklace dangled in front of your face ever so gently.

His shirt immediately being discarded as he watched your pussy pulse from his fingers being pulled away from it. It was amazing to him how much you wanted him.. it was amazing... it ran something through him...

All you could see was his muscular frame, his hands to match as he easily tore through your bra. Watching the way your breasts fumbled out of the cups. He never seen a black woman's breasts before.. but it couldn't get any better than this though.. is what he thought.

"Daddy~... don't stare at em..." you pouted playfully before licking your glossy lips. Just running your fingers up Eren's arms as you eventually made your way up to his luscious hair. Running your fingers through the locks. Pulling him down ever so gently to finally get that kiss you wanted.

Eren's eyes glowed when he felt your soft lips, the lip gloss giving him this taste of lovely. His lips tasted of some sugar, kinda made you wonder what was in his cup before this.

The wetness of Eren's tongue touching yours as the both of you withered in this naughty, sloppy kiss. Something you both weren't supposed to do.... It was fun, crazy... scary..

"You act all bad outside of the bedroom huh... but you ain't ever have someone touch you..." Eren teased gently, in a whisper against your lips. His hand gripping your chin as he stared at your innocent looking face. Gently spitting all nastily into your mouth and you moaned out seductively. Swallowing it so easily..

"Show daddy you'll be able to take it..."

Eren's cock was so hard in his pants, it being unzipped by him and his underwear was now restricting his release. His eyes staring at your pretty pussy, the wet, pink insides were bright and untouched. Though his pale cock was eager to invade it.

"I-.. I can take it daddy..." your whimpers echoed In Eren's ears as he pushed his underwear down. Your knees being pushed to your chest as you felt Eren's stare. The plaid skirt you had was still on, so you tried to cover your pretty pussy with it.

"Stop... don't hide now.." Eren scoffed out as he gripped under your thighs, the underside of his cock rubbing up and down your wet and gooey pussy.

"Hold your legs... don't move.."

It was so demanding, your pussy clenching already as the wetness dripped down to your other hole. Your pretty, long nails visible to Eren as you held your legs as tightly as you could. Knowing Eren's cock was a monster. You could see it... right between your legs.. right between your brown pussy lips.. the contrast was unbelievable..

"F-Fuck!! Eren~~ ow~" the way your painted toes curled gave Eren a shiver of excitement. Your back arching ever so slightly as your virgin hole was taken away from you. Squeezing tightly around Eren's experienced cock.

"Shh.. it's Ight.. take it babydoll.." Eren's whisper was gentle and sincere as his thumb started to gently rub at your clit. Causing you to swallow your spit, though it spilled out. What also spilled out is your loud whimper. Your legs staying wide open for him as your hand slowly slid up his muscular structure.

"It's .. i-it's so big..."

Hearing these whimpers and words spill from your throat, Eren couldn't help but take his hand and wrap it around your throat. Causing your breath to be taken away oh so suddenly when Eren snapped his hips forward even more.

"Fuck!" Your moan could probably be heard outside as your breasts bounced from the impact. Eren's smirk wide as he felt the tightness of your insides. His necklace going back and forth ever so gently as his pelvis started to clap against you. The feeling was so foreign to you, having someone ram into you like this. But it was Eren... it wasn't just 'someone'..

Your (f/s) scent was powering against Eren's own scent. The feeling of Eren's cock was starting to really take a toll on you..

"A-Ahgh..."

Eren's cock was being enclosed so tightly, you just wet up his Dick so well.. he was starting to become obsessed.. more than he already was.

"Daddy's. little. pussy..." his deep voice echoed in your ears as he started to get a bit faster. Your breasts bouncing even more as Eren made sure that skirt was moved out the way. He wanted to make sure to see everything. His hand squeezing harder at your throat. It was keeping you firm against the bed, like a little fuck doll...

"I-it's your pussy Eren~"

Curling those pretty toes again, you could feel the bubbles in your lower region. The craziest orgasm you've ever experienced... just tip toeing to the tippy top. All you could muster was a pathetic whine. Your eyes watering up behind your long eyelashes.

"I'm-.. I'm cumming..." Your voice was so weak, it sounded like you were passing out almost. Just rolling your eyes back as the bed frame started to hit the wall. Your pussy gushing more than usual as the white cum started to coat Eren's cock a little.

"Shit... yeah~..." Eren growled under his breath, watching you come undone on his pale cock. Your thicker form was just so adorable, looking all bent up. Your locs scattered around ever so softly.

It was like he was fucking a goddess...

Eren was between harsh and soft, his manhandling ways were shown easily by the way he pulled out quickly and turned you over. Your plump ass shaking like jello as his cock easily slipped inside once again.. filling you up for the second time. God you just couldn't wait till you could feel his cum...

"Imma Fuck you till you turn dumb..." Eren spoke harshly as his long fingers gripped at some of your locs. Pulling them and wrapping them around his wrist somewhat. Gaining all control over you and your own body...

He wasn't playing either...

(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ Masterlist 2

[taesspark]

A Normal Friday Afternoon

drabble #1 from the Spellbound series

pairing: Jungkook x reader

genre: enemies to lovers (but mostly enemies so far oops), hogwarts au

word count: 2.2k 

warnings: violence (oc punches jungkook in the face), swearing

It’s a normal Friday afternoon at Hogwarts, meaning everyone is going insane. You wonder why Professor Snape even bothers teaching Potions right now since it doesn’t look like anyone is paying the slightest bit of attention. He even chose a hard potion for the class to make, individually this time. As if making it an individual assignment could stop a group of annoying 17-year-olds from wreaking havoc. 

You flicker your eyes in annoyance at Jeon Jungkook and his rowdy group of friends. They had created a game where they launch the ingredients into each others’ cauldrons, giving each other points based on how close it got. Usually you try to get along with your classmates, especially fellow Gryffindors, but Jungkook has always been the sole exception. There’s something about him that grates all of your nerves like a carrot. Maybe it’s the way he’s good at all the same things you are, but he makes it seem more effortless. Maybe it’s the way everyone thinks he’s so innocent and kind, when he’s been metaphorically (and literally) pulling on your hair since first year. 

It started with the little things. You were friendly to him, like you are to everyone, and as an 11-year-old, you had nothing to complain about. Something changed one day when you were walking past him in the hallway to class and he hit you with a hex that he hadn’t mastered yet. You remember falling to the ground in pain, watching your stinging flesh go boneless. And Jungkook? He was laughing.

You’re no less of a witch or a Gryffindor though. With your limp arm, you cast the strongest dancing hex you could muster. It worked, of course, and Jungkook was known as “Happy Feet” for at least another year for the way he danced around Hogwarts that day. 

It’s a memory you keep close, as a reminder to never trust the sweet smile and starry eyes of Jeon Jungkook. 

If you looked at all of the detentions you’ve served in your 6 years of being a Hogwarts student (and there are plenty), you’re sure 99% would have been from fighting with Jungkook, whether it’s yelling at him, cursing him, or swatting him with your broomstick in midair during Quidditch practice. Because of course he would join the Quidditch team at the same time you did. 

You’re not in the mood for fighting today, though. You’re exhausted from a frankly awful week, and you just want to finish your stupid potion, get your stupid grade, and go to your stupid dorm so you can sleep. 

Your only good friend in this potions class is a Ravenclaw girl named Nina. For a Ravenclaw, she’s chatty, and she flits around you while you grind up asphodel root for your potion. With a quick slide of your knife, you dump the crushed root into your potion. It bubbled. Beside you, Nina bubbled even more, her personality like soda that had been shaken too hard. 

“-and then Emilia told me that she asked Irene if she would go with her to Hogsmeade next weekend, but Irene said she’s already going with Jieun, but Sam told me that Jieun is going alone, so what’s even the truth? You’d think that she’d at least-” 

“Maybe you should mind your business.” You give her a sour look, and you hope it isn’t too harsh. “Just a thought.” 

Nina’s mouth curls into a rueful smile. “You’re spending too much time with Yoongi lately.” 

You crack a smile at the thought of your best friend and his (only partly true) reputation. No one dares cross Min Yoongi, a 7th year Slytherin with a killer poker face. As one of his best friends, you can see right through it. 

“There’s no such thing as too much time with Yoongi,” you grumble. 

Nina leaves you alone after that, thank god. You usually have a higher tolerance for her chattiness and gossip, but today your patience is running thin. Luckily, she knows you well enough to not seem upset at your attitude. 

You sprinkle a serum into the potion before stirring it clockwise ten times. It’s the last step of the potion, and yours is already turning the perfect shade of mint green. You count to yourself as you stir: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight-

You don’t make it to ten. You were so goddamn close. 

“Oh, shit-”

You don’t register who curses. All you can see is a bottle of serum—someone else’s bottle of serum— being launched straight into your cauldron, and your entire potion splattering onto your front. Your robes sizzle where the potion hit them. 

“Oops.” 

You recognize that voice. How could you not? You almost want to laugh. 

Fucking Jeon Jungkook. 

The leech lumbers up to you sheepishly, scratching at the back of his head. “My bad. We were playing a game, and I missed pretty bad.” 

He chuckles a little, surveying the green ooze all over you. “Green is your color, Y/N. Maybe they should’ve put you in Slytherin.” 

You’re seething. 

A temper is not one of the traits associated with Gryffindor, but at that moment, you think maybe it should be. Lions do roar, after all. 

And roar is exactly what you do. Roar and knock Jungkook the fuck out. 

The room is in chaos: Professor Snape is yelling, Nina is telling you to calm down, Jungkook is on the ground in front of you, more shocked than hurt, and half the class is chanting “Fight!” because the adolescent urge to create violence never truly dies. 

“Take this outside!” Snape shouts at the two of you, grabbing you both by the collar of your robes. “Fight in the hallways, I don’t care, but this is not going to happen in my classroom. When you’re done, head to McGonagall’s office. I’m sure she’d like to have a word with you two delinquents.” 

Jungkook stares at you, rubbing at the bruise blooming on his cheek. 

The door swings closed, slamming in your face. With a huff, you turn around and vanish the potion residue still left on your clothes with a quick spell. You barely spare a glance for Jungkook. He stands several feet away, opening and closing his mouth like a fish. 

“Do you have something to say?” You snap. 

He opens his mouth. Then closes it. 

You roll your eyes. “Listen, Jeon. I know you did that on purpose. Very funny prank, absolutely hilarious. Truly, I’m rolling on the floor laughing right now.” 

Jungkook’s eyes drop to the floor as if he expected to see you there, laughing. 

“Let’s just go to McGonagall’s already,” you say, posture slumping at the thought of being yelled at by the intimidating professor.  

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” he says. Jungkook rolls his shoulders, and you see him gain some of his usual bravado. “We were playing a game, I already explained this to you.” 

You bark out a laugh, just one. “I’m not stupid.” 

He cocks a brow. “Are you sure? I bet my potion was better than yours even though I was dicking around for the entire class.” 

“Fuck off.” 

“Hit a nerve?” 

“No.” 

It’s like this, for the long, long, long trek from the dungeons to Gryffindor tower where McGonagall’s office is. 

“You know, you don’t have to be such an asshole all the time,” you say, turning the corner. Jungkook jogs after you to keep up. 

“I don’t? No way, all this time I thought it was mandatory.” 

He sounds more upset than snarky, and in your present state of blind rage, you don’t have a single clue why he would be upset. He’s the one who ruined your potion and got you sent to McGonagall’s office. He’s the one who has been a splinter the size of Greenland in your thumb for five years and counting. 

“Besides,” he adds, as if you wanted to have a conversation with him, “you’re the one who fucking punched me in the face. It’s kinda hypocritical to call me an asshole in this situation.” 

“That’s a really big word, Jungkook. Did you finally learn how to read?” 

Jungkook’s face crumples into a frown. “Shut up.” 

“Hit a nerve?” You mock. 

You think getting to McGonagall’s office is a relief until you’re finally there. McGonagall is all but screeching at the two of you. You’ve heard the same lecture several hundred times, but never in such a high pitch. You offer to make her some herbal tea for her throat, and she only gives you the evil eye. Jungkook snorts beside you. You ignore him, nudging him in the ribs with your elbow. 

“Never in my days…”

“...Such stupidity from my own students!”

You fade in and out of consciousness during the lecture, and one look at Jungkook tells you he’s doing the same. 

“Detention for both of you. I will see the two of you here at 9 pm sharp every day for the rest of the week,” McGonagall finally says. 

Jungkook groans. 

“I’m being generous,” McGonagall says. “If I see the two of you acting like violent animals again, I can and will suspend you both from the Gryffindor Quidditch team.” 

You and Jungkook both make sounds of protest, only to be drowned out by McGonagall. 

“I hate to see my own team lose, but it has been five years of your childish fights. You two will learn to be civil to each other, and I will make sure of it.” 

The tone of her voice makes you uneasy. Jungkook beats you to the question that’s on both of your minds. “What are you going to do to us?” 

The fear in his voice would make you smile if you weren’t practically shaking in your boots yourself. 

“As you know, in Transfiguration, I am going to be having everyone work in teams this year. I was going to let you choose your partners, but you two have not earned that privilege.” 

You turn to face Jungkook. He’s staring back at you in wide-eyed horror. 

“You both are now partners in Transfiguration. Sit by each other and complete the projects together. I will not tolerate any misbehaving in my class, and if you don’t work as a team, you will be risking your own grades.” McGonagall stares at the two of you with the smallest of smiles, disgustingly smug. She’s enjoying this, and you hate her for it. 

“But-”

“Professor!” 

“I won’t hear it!” She shouts. Jungkook recoils. “This is final. If you have a problem, you should’ve thought about that before brawling like wrestlers in Potions.” 

You hang your head, staring at how the end of your robes skims your shoes. You don’t like to be dramatic, but this sure feels like the end of the world. The rest of your year is probably ruined, thanks to McGonagall essentially sentencing you to Jungkook duty. Not to mention Transfiguration is your hardest class, even without having to compete with Jungkook. You don’t doubt that this would make everything so much harder. 

“That’s all I have to say to you. Please leave,” McGonagall says, pressing a thumb and index finger into her forehead. 

The two of you file out of her office, stumbling down the empty hallway. You walk in silence, thankful that classes aren’t out yet. You stop a few corridors down, and Jungkook stops next to you.

You look at him, really look at him. Other than the bruise on his face a la you, he has a sweet face and kind eyes. You remind yourself that it’s fake. 

You take a step closer to him, and he tilts his head at you, nonplussed. 

“Y/N?” 

You brush a hand on his cheekbone, where you hit him. 

“Does it hurt?” You ask. 

The hallway is empty, but Jungkook still looks both ways before responding to you, as if you were a car hurtling towards him on the street. He gulps at your proximity to him, how he can feel your breath mingling with his own and your fingertips’ gentle pressure on his face. 

“A little,” he says, quieter than you. “You really know how to use your fists, huh?” 

He laughs. To your ears, it sounds forced. You smile. Checkmate. 

Without warning, you grab his tie and jerk his face down to yours, leaving just a breath of space between your noses. You lean even closer to Jungkook, and a smile ghosts your lips when you feel him moving closer to you at the same time. You wait for one more moment, letting your warm breath hit his skin. The moment he closes his eyes, you whisper, “Good.” 

His eyes flutter back open, confused, and you take your foot and slam it down on his. He all but howls in pain, nearly knocking his head into yours as he hops away. 

"What was that for?"

"If you still don't know, then maybe I need to step on you again." You narrow your eyes at him, still close enough to register the clean linen smell of his clothes. “Do not cross me again. I need a good grade in Transfiguration this year, and I won’t let you ruin that for me.” 

"McGonagall is right there. I could go tell her," he threatens. His eyes are wide, and you pick up on the slightest fear under his façade of arrogance. 

"Okay, do it. See if I care, asshole." 

You spin on your heel and storm down the corridor, leaving a stunned Jungkook in your wake. 

[s-brant]

Cherry Bowl (3/8)

(gif: @kiekiecarrera) (PART TWO) (PART FOUR) (SERIES MASTERLIST)

Summary: When Kie cancels their plans together, Y/N asks JJ on a date to the Cherry Bowl Drive-In. Unsure of how to navigate his first ever date, JJ seeks out advice. Unfortunately, the night doesn’t go as planned, and both parties are left shaken by miscommunication.

Word Count: 10.6k

Warnings: Smut, public sex/exhibitionism, sexual choking, angst, depictions of mental illness, post-traumatic stress disorder, and implied/referenced abuse.

A/N: Welcome back to Tokens! Slight trouble in paradise is brewing for these two lovers, so buckle up and read because it’s gonna be a rollercoster for a little while after what happens in this chapter. I hope you all like it, and if you did, feedback is very appreciated. Have fun!

"I'm just saying that oatmeal raisin is superior to chocolate chip, why is that such an egregious crime, Kie?"

The lunch room is filled to the brim with students going to town on questionably cooked frozen foods, soggy tater tots, and sugary drinks from the vending machines despite the Obama-era posters on the walls advocating for healthier school lunches that never seemed to make their way to Kildare County High. The extent of their healthy lunches extended to a serving of overcooked canned green beans served with the worst slice of doughy pizza known to human kind, so it was sort of contradictory.

Y/N sits across the table from Pope and JJ, the latter of which being the one who launched into a full-fledged debate with Kiara about which type of cookie was better.

The clear cling wrap sits, unfolded, on the table with one of her stickers neatly placed on the back of it. As consolation for his epic loss yesterday at the beach, she paid an extra .75 cents to get him it when she arrived first to their shared lunch period—one of only two class periods they have together, the other being gym. He was still in line when she peeled a surfboard sticker off of her sheet and placed it at the center of the wrapped up cookie as if to remind him of her triumph over him in the waves.

"Thanks, hot stuff," he said, voice somewhat quieter despite the fact that hardly anyone was in the cafeteria with them. Then his smile dropped into an deadpan expression as soon as he saw her choice of sticker and looked back up at her. "You're never gonna let me live that one down, are you?"

"Never in a million years. I'll be gloating about it until I'm elderly."

"That's my girl."

The sound of the constant chatter surrounding them from at least two hundred other people drowns out the memories of yesterday that threaten to haunt her when she watches him debate with Kie. The mere recollection of their night in the back of the van has her reaching to pull the collar of her cropped tee up to assure that the hickeys remain hidden on instinct, and he catches the action out of the corner of his eye. It has him fighting a smile.

Kie quips, "Maybe on another planet, but, here, I think we can all agree chocolate chip is better, right Y/N?"

Y/N's eyes widen around a forkful of mushy "green beans" at the sound of her name being said bringing her from the depths of her memories.

Usually, she's quick to jump in and give her two cents on whatever stupid back and forth they're all having, but her mind was elsewhere. Unbeknownst to Kie and Pope, she was mentally reliving every second of getting fucked in the van last night, so her attention to detail when it comes to the Chocolate Chip vs Oatmeal Raisin case isn't all too sharp.

"Uhhh," she stops for a second, looking at the half eaten chocolate chip cookie in Kie's hand, "If I say chocolate chip is better, can I get a piece of it?"

Kie's face lights up at her words, and she's already pulling off a generous chunk of the baked good to hand off to her. The sound of a certain someone whose lap Y/N's legs are outstretched onto from beneath the table scoffing distracts her from the first bite.

"I know you prefer oatmeal raisin, you traitor," JJ says.

Their brunette friend's brows scrunch.

"Why is she a traitor?"

They try to keep from making any faces or giving anything away, but Y/N has to stifle the sound of her choking on her mouthful of cookie at the question. You'd think one of them came out and asked if they were dating or something with how she reacts, and she feels JJ squeeze her ankle in a non-verbal way of telling her to hold it together. It was her idea in the first place, yet he's a lot smoother with keeping it under the radar.

Under it all, the aspect of keeping it a secret does unnerve him to a degree. He doesn't think he'd be brave enough to communicate it, especially not when their relationship remains undefined, but the darker side of his mind wonders...

He shrugs, saying, "Cause we were friends first. Duh. Other than John B, I've known her the longest."

None of them stop to acknowledge the identical aches in their hearts at the mentioning of his name. They skip right over it like it never happened. After the funeral a few days ago, they've filled their quota on mushy-gushy sad talk for the next week and a half.

The real reason is something far more complicated than him having a claim staked on her loyalty through having the longest friendship. It's something tied up in days of slowly getting pulled into one another's worlds like the tug of gravity itself, in how he has to refrain from slipping his arm around her waist in the hallway or kissing her goodbye after a sleepover at the Chateau. But until she gives him the go-ahead, he won't let it slip to anyone.

Pope speaks up from beside him, "You literally met her twenty minutes before we did."

"Still counts. Technically, I did meet her first, so her betraying Team Oatmeal Raisin is enough to be tried for treason in Pogue Court."

"Pogue Court isn't a thing."

He crosses his arms after he pops the rest of the cookie into his mouth.

"It is now. You can be tried for treason for breaking the rules. Rule number one is that all Pogues have to admit oatmeal raisin is superior."

He's about to ball up the cling wrap to throw away later when the surfboard sticker catches his attention again. It's the same color as his board, which he'd like to think is a result of her being an evil mastermind that went out to get this sticker sheet for the sole purpose of teasing him, but he's the one who got her the sheet as a gift for her birthday, so he knows it was pure coincidence.

Last second, he peels the sticker away from the cling wrap and looks down to place it over the top of her yellow converse that were once a vibrant, paler color when Big John got them for her, but have since turned into an ugly mustard/dirt-dusted color they heckle her over.

"What are the other rules?" Y/N asks.

One of the hands holding onto where her feet are casually planted in his lap, something that they've done long enough that their friends won't see it as anything odd, slides down to caress the stretch of skin beneath the frayed hem of her dark jeans. Something she didn't know about him before whatever it is they have together started was that he constantly needs to be touching her. She can't say she doesn't love it though.

Pope answers, "The oatmeal raisin rule is not official"—a pointed glance at JJ—"But I'd assume the rest of the rules of Pogue Court would be no lying and no macking."

"So, basically you two break almost every rule except the oatmeal raisin one, and I lie," JJ says and turns to look at her, "How does it feel to be better than everyone, Y/N?"

"Pretty good, not gonna lie."

He keeps caressing little circles and tracing up and down her skin beneath the flared out pant leg of her jeans while he swipes his phone off of the table top without attracting the attention of their friends, who continue on to a new topic. She isn't too focused on what it is. She only picks up that it has something to do with a class they're in that's more advanced that hers, so she promptly checks out of the conversation.

Ever since John B died, she hasn't been performing too well in school. She tries, truly tries, but her mind outright refuses to absorb any of the information. When she reads her assigned reading, she hovers over the same paragraphs over and over until she shuts the book in a huff and hides it in her backpack again. Losing someone you love has a surprising amount of side effects.

Her phone buzzing in her hand brings her away from the impending cloud of doom that often accompanies any thoughts of John B, and when she taps in her passcode, her brother's birthday, a message bubble appears with a banner displaying JJ's contact name.

JJ (Derogatory) ur a good liar. prob could've fooled me if i weren't the one macking on u

Their eyes meet for a second across the table, then he watches her thumbs move to type a response.

Kief Princess Little do they know I break every rule now that I've switched sides on the cookie debate. Kinda impressive ngl.

JJ (Derogatory) triple threat, baby

JJ (Derogatory) thanks for the cookie btw

She smiles to herself, so wrapped up in their own world that she doesn't notice everyone in the room starting to pack up their stuff in anticipation of the bell that is due to ring any second now.

Kief Princess Had to repay you for last night somehow ;)

When she glances up to see his reaction, she watches his chest rise with a particularly large inhale, and he chews on the inside of his lip in thought.

JJ (Derogatory) strategically bringing up last night so i'm turned on in physics? ur an evil mastermind

Kief Princess I try.

Kief Princess Apparently whooping your sorry ass at surfing isn't the only thing I'm good at.

She hears him scoff.

JJ (Derogatory) first of all, ouch. second, u barely beat me

Kief Princess I'm happy to challenge you to a rematch. I have plans with Kie tonight, so I can't till this weekend. All it'll prove is that I am the rightful winner, but we knew that already.

JJ (Derogatory) what r the stakes this time

Kief Princess No sexual favors. If you beat me (fat chance) I'll formally rejoin team oatmeal raisin.

JJ (Derogatory) :( sex makes it more fun but i still accept those conditions

JJ (Derogatory) team oatmeal raisin needs u, even if ur a traitor

Kief Princess Why bet sexual favors if you're just gonna fuck me after anyway?

JJ (Derogatory) good point

The sound of the bell ringing echoes through the cafeteria, and they both pop their heads up from their phone screens to see everyone, including Pope and Kie, already packed up and raising from their seats to scurry off in the direction of their next classes. Meanwhile, their stuff is all bestrewn across the table, particularly JJ's belongings.

The sight of Kie walking away makes Y/N ask after her, "We're still on for tonight, right?

She stops with Pope's hand interwoven in hers. The look on her face when she turns would make you think she got caught doing something she wasn't meant to. Something like forgetting about the plans they made last week to watch Fear Street together. The Cherry Bowl Drive-In is premiering the first two movies as a double feature for the horror movie buffs of Kildare, so they decided to get tickets. Kiara shares a fondness of horror movies with her. Since gory movies make the boys squirm, though JJ pretends they don't, it's their own thing.

"Actually, Pope and I were gonna go to the beach. I'm sorry."

JJ knows she's more upset about it than she lets on, but Y/N simply gives the pair a smile that doesn't reach the eyes.

The sound of JJ behind her makes them laugh on their way out, diffusing the minor tension lingering in the air from the awkward encounter, "Use protection!"

After their friends offer them a goodbye, they gather their stuff quite leisurely, not really caring about being late.

It's something they've talked about before here or there: her feelings surrounding Kiara and Pope's sudden relationship. It's not as if she harbors any ill feelings for them, she doesn't, but the ripple effects of their pairing on the group, and more importantly the girls' own friendship, couldn't be clearer from her perspective. Between the missed hangouts, forgotten plans, and the convenient way she never seems to have time to hang out with her and JJ unless Pope is there too, it's been building up for a month now.

What makes it sting the most is how close her and Kie used to be. They didn't hit it off immediately the way she and JJ did as children until her thirteenth birthday when no one she invited showed up to the party Big John helped her set up in the yard of the Chateau.

She was the one who rallied the boys together to walk to ask their school friends from the year above to come hang out for an hour or two, promising a slice of the wonky-looking but delicious strawberry cake her and John B spent the morning crafting together. She can remember the sound of their high-pitched laughs and the cloud of flour that hung in the kitchen when they high-fived over the finished product like it was yesterday. In her heart, it was yesterday.

That night was when she fell in love with her friends, and that was when she first knew Kiara was her best friend. They wove friendship bracelets on each other that night and wore them for years until they withered away. No one had ever done something like that for her before. Not even JJ.

"You okay?"

Feeling his hand on her arm, slipping down to take her hand for a moment in the seclusion of the empty cafeteria, makes her glance up at him with a distinct sorrow washed over her features.

You know what? Screw this. Why should she be torn up over Kie and let it ruin her excitement for the double feature tonight? There's no way in hell she's letting her best friend ditching her for her boyfriend get in the way of her plans.

"Do you wanna go on a date tonight?" she asks him abruptly, then adds, "To the Cherry Bowl with me instead of Kie?"

The question sparks a pause in his mind, a halt of hesitation in which he worries about her avoiding having to answer what he asked, but he attempts to play it cool and not fuss over her outwardly. There have been times where being treated like that has made her feel suffocated, so he doesn't want to risk it. When she's ready, she'll talk about it, and if she takes too long and buries her feelings, then he'll intervene. For now, he tries to keep his face neutral despite the frown tempting his lips at her disappointment.

JJ looks around once more before throwing his arm around her shoulder to walk her out.

"You bet your ass I do."

What is a person supposed to act like on their first date that's not actually a date cause everything between them is the same, but kinda is a date because they called it one? If you ever find out, please find JJ and tell him because he has no clue.

Pope wasn't too much help in the Instagram group chat he made for it seeing as his and Kie's relationship is too fresh, John B isn't even alive, so he's out of service for advice unless there's Ouija Board he can borrow, and, thankfully, Kiara was his savior.

Their phones began blowing up as soon as he reached his class after lunch period ended. He couldn't under any circumstances let it be known that this mystery girl he had a date with was their friend, but thankfully Y/N already had the alibi of going to the Drive-In alone. All he had to do was make up a fake date scenario and get basic advice.

danknugstickiestickies added kiara-c and popeheyward to the groupchat

danknugstickiestickies named the group HELP ME

danknugstickiestickies i have a date with this chick i met on the beach when i was out with y/n last week. i need ur advice

His phone screen lit up with the notification that both of his friends were typing, signified with the three dot symbol bouncing in the bottom left corner as he thought it through. They couldn't possibly figure it out, right? They'd been careful, he'd been respectful of her wishes, and they'd been too busy together to notice anything new with them. He figured it would work. It was a risk, sure, but it was worth it to him. He didn't want to fuck this up with her.

Knowing her, she probably wouldn’t even treat it differently than any of their other hang outs. It's not like they haven't been romantic or sexual with each other. They've done everything but go out on an actual date, so why was he nervous?

kiara-c ummmm

popeheyward Yeah, I'm gonna need you to ELABORATE!!

kiara-c did hell freeze over? since when does jj maybank go out on dates??

danknugstickiestickies renamed the group hell froze over

kiara-c very funny, I'm laughing so hard 😐

popeheyward Do we know her?

danknugstickiestickies don't think u do. she moved here last week and hasn't enrolled in school yet. her name's steph

popeheyward What about Y/N though?

kiara-c ^^

JJ's chest muscles tightened with the question prompting a rush of anxiety that made his breathing feel slightly harder. He glanced up at his Physics teacher, who was essentially dozing off behind his desk with his hand in a bag of chips and an educational video on the projector as an excuse to not teach, and looked back down at his phone without the added stress of possibly getting his phone confiscated.

Pope's message might as well have been a sucker punch. Forget butterflies, he set a wasp’s nest loose inside of his stomach to tie it into knots and flip it every which way. His neglected textbook served as a prop for his phone to lean on as he set it down to think.

Did they know? As far as he was aware, they were getting away with it. No evidence, concrete or circumstantial, was there to prove it. At least the stress of the situation killed any chance of him being turned on by her reminder of last night in their messages. This shit was boner repellant of the highest degree.

He played stupid. Better to let them volunteer whatever information they had before he went in saying anything incriminating that they didn't already know. If anything would sour the experience of their first date, it would be him accidentally making their strange in-between relationship public behind her back.

danknugstickiestickies ?? what do u mean

Three dots bounced in the bottom left corner of his slightly cracked phone screen.

popeheyward ...

kiara-c I mean, you don't see it?

danknugstickiestickies see what

popeheyward I guess we were wrong, but all of us always thought you two had some feelings going on.

"You don't say?" JJ murmured sarcastically to himself under his breath. "Never crossed my mind, Pope."

danknugstickiestickies bro that's jb's little sister

kiara-c so?

danknugstickiestickies forbidden fruit? making john b roll over in his grave? do those ring a bell or am i speaking in tongues

He was already a proficient liar in real life, but, fuck, it was easy in text messages. There's no chance at deciphering facial expression or tone, just a plain message with no room to budge. Thank God he didn't do this in person with them. He could've survived, but it wouldn't have been as quick and painless as the group chat was.

kiara-c jeez, sorry

Pope didn't voice it, but he noticed something.

He looked up from his phone and stared off at the wall in thought in his AP European History class. It piqued his interest that JJ simply said she was off limits, forbidden fruit as he put it, but did not outright deny having feelings for her. In fact, he didn't even address the question. He made excuses for why he shouldn't have feelings for her, but he never said he didn't have feelings for her.

Kie did not notice. Not because she wasn't smart enough to either, but because she was too busy hiding her phone behind her backpack to think too deeply about it. Her teacher was one of those teachers that would flip shit if they saw a cell phone turned off and faced down on the desk, let alone being used by a student during a lesson.

In his classroom across the hallway, JJ bounced his leg up and down beneath his desk in an absentminded urge to release the built up energy the anxiety produced in an over abundance.

popeheyward Our bad then. Even John B thought y'all were sus lmao.

Since when was that a known fact? Could he tell? Did he talk to Pope about him and Y/N before he died? Either way, it wasn't the time to pry about it.

kiara-c yeah you guys honestly could've fooled me if you wanted to

danknugstickiestickies well thank u, glad ur invested in our friendship but

danknugstickiestickies please help, i have no fucking clue how to act on a date and this girl is too cool for me to screw this up

That was when they finally dropped the interrogation session and started offering up tips. The best ones came from Kie, which made sense to him since women are more likely to know what other women like than two dudes who share one collective brain cell and never had real relationships.

Rule One: Be ready to pick her up five minutes early.

He wasn't ready to pick her up five minutes early. His bike broke down by the time he made it halfway down his street, so he had to push it back up the road and into the yard before setting off on foot to reach the Chateau quickly enough. And by quickly enough, it means he got there five minutes late, not early.

Rule Two: Compliment her after you get in the car.

She tossed him the keys to the Twinkie from across the hood, not giving him the chance to open the door for her, and it wasn't until they were setting off down the road that he remembered the next piece of advice he was given.

Side-eyeing her in his peripheral vision, he tried to find something to compliment her on specifically rather than the general compliments about her being pretty that she never fully believes when he says them. He was intending to say something about the skirt she had on, but when he chanced a glance over at her, she caught him and asked—

"What is it?"

Sent into panic mode, JJ blurted out instead, "I like your shoes."

He could've bashed his face against the steering wheel twenty times right then and there at the utter absence of reaction on her part for the next few uncomfortable seconds. It wasn't that it was a bad compliment. She appreciates any compliments at all...but her shoes were hidden from his view. Not to mention, they were the dirty, mustard yellow converse that the Pogues bash on a daily basis.

She laughed, lifting her leg to expose the sneaker on her right foot, and asked, "These? Dude, you roast me for these all the time. You and John B said they look like Big Bird shit on them."

The skin on the apples of his cheeks scorched hot with embarrassment, and he was never so glad that the overhead lights in the van were burnt out until that moment. He would've died on the spot if she saw him blush like that, face flushed pinker than sunburn. All he could do to save himself was murmur something about the color growing on him and keep driving in the direction of the theater with his hands white-knuckling the steering wheel he fantasized about banging his face into.

Rule Three: Insist on picking up the check.

In this case, it meant insist on buying the popcorn and drinks, and he miraculously managed to drop his wallet somewhere along the way when he ran over to the Chateau, so when he stepped up to the makeshift concession stand with her standing at his side, he felt around for his wallet in his jeans to no avail.

His thoughts echoed back to him, You gotta be fucking kidding me. Seriously? Is this actually happening right now?

"JJ, it's honestly fine," she said softly as he leaned over to search back of the Twinkie for the wallet. "We can look for it on your street right now if you want. It has your ID and stuff, you don't want a stranger to have that. We don't need to stay—"

It took all of his control to not shout it in reaction when he said, "No way. You've been waiting for this, and Kie ditched you, so I ain't ditching you too. We're staying."

His wallet could go kick rocks.

He came too far to be dragged down by the old leathery piece of shit anyway. Would he go out and search for it tirelessly the second the date ended? Hell yeah, that fucker had twenty dollars and his debit card in it, but he couldn't bear the thought of abandoning her or ruining her anticipated movie night by taking her out to search the streets with their phone flashlights for a wallet they might not find. He'd wait till the movies ended, take her home, then haul ass around the Cut searching for it after.

Thankfully, he found a couple bucks crumbled up in his front pocket while she scavenged for coins in the glove compartment, and they came up with enough to buy a water bottle and small popcorn to share together.

Rule Four: Don't have sex on the first date.

And it may sound easy enough to not act like a complete Neanderthal for the length of two movies, but the girl makes it pretty damn difficult if he's to say so himself.

That's what led him here, laying in the back of the sideways-parked Twinkie in the farthest corner of the outdoor theater with her practically on top of him. In any other instance, he wouldn't be opposed in the slightest, but with the cursed fourth rule in mind, he isn't too thrilled with the feeling of her hand rubbing up and down his thigh.

It isn't even meant to be sexual. They're constantly touching one another this way. She'll even slip her hands up under his shirt just to feel the warmth of his skin or when he asks her if she can get an itch on a part of his back he can't reach, but for some reason his brain is short circuiting right now.

The thing is, when Kie and Pope said he shouldn't do it on the first date, they meant it for his and Steph's made up circumstances, not his and Y/N's full-blown relationship without labels. When you've had sex with someone as many times as they have with each other, the hesitancy on the "first date" is nonexistent. It doesn't matter. But JJ, trying to follow the advice given to him to the letter for the sake of being the date she deserves, doesn't think about it that way.

It shouldn't be this nerve-wracking. They've been best friends since they were children, they've been flirting since they found out what basic attraction was in the first place, and they've been forming this relationship ever since John B died. Why can't he relax? Why is this so different compared to how easy it felt between them yesterday on the beach or today at lunch?

Rule Five: Be yourself.

It takes him another few moments of laying here with her before he realizes quite abruptly what went wrong in a quick flash of a thought that brings the fifth rule back to him. The problem wasn't the bike, or the weird compliment about her Big Bird sneakers, or the lost wallet.

The problem is him. The problem is that he's trying way too hard to make this something it isn't. The part about them that he adores so dearly is how they never have to try when they're together. With any other girl or guy, they'd have to fake something or act a certain way, yet when they're together, they can simply exist and everything is runs smoothly. That's not to say they don't disagree or bump heads, they do, but short of those outlier moments, it's easier than anything else they do in life.

His eyes flicker away from the screen for the first time since the movie began, which, by the way, is gruesome enough at times that he had to divert his eyes to prevent himself from seeing it happen. They land on where she lays, completely content with the night in spite of its mishaps, with her head propped up on the pillows they brought from the Chateau.

He wonders if she can tell he's acting differently. Surely she must notice. She's the type of person that typically never misses a thing, perfect for the gold hunt they went on in the summer with picking up the clues and helping her brother unravel the mystery, so maybe she noticed how flustered this date has him. Does it bother her? Does he bother her?

With a confirming glance back up at the movie to see nothing important happening, he can't fight the urge to speak anymore.

"Can I tell you something?"

His voice appearing through the darkness of the shut off van after spending the past half hour in complete silence makes her jolt at first before realizing who it was. Though she loves horror movies, she can't claim to not be affected by them. The night she falls asleep after watching one, she often finds herself compelled to turn a light on and keep her feet from dangling off the edge of the bed. It's worth the fear, though.

When she turns to look at JJ, there's a warm smile on her face. She's cuddled into his side with a hand placed casually atop his thigh, caressing with no purpose or intent, and her movement halts when the light from the movie on the projector allows her to see the expression on his face.

Anxiety has become an increasingly significant presence in his life with the recent events in mind; John B and Sarah, the four-hundred million dollars they lost out on, and dodging his father whenever he sneaks home to switch out the backpack of clothes and personal belongings he keeps at the Routledge house.

It manifests itself in jittery nerves, stomach pains, shortness of breath, and, at worst, panic attacks striking either at random or in response to a specific trigger. It's one of the few things he still tries to hide from her, and she tries not to push him too hard with opening up about it.

She abandons the movie for the time being and rolls onto her side to face him, upper body propped up on her elbow as she examines his face with downturned features.

"Of course," she says.

The words left unsaid are, "You can tell me anything. Whenever you need someone to listen, or to talk to about shit, you can tell me." He's heard her say it enough that he doesn't need to hear it now to know it's true.

There's a pause, then—

"I feel like I fucked this entire date up," he starts to ramble and cuts her off before she can think about saying what she wants to, "and I know it's okay to you. You have way too high of a tolerance for my bullshit, and I've been trying so hard to make this perfect, but all that did was screw it up."

She's left quiet for a second, taking it all in.

Maybe if he hadn't been so anxious about it, he would've realized what was wrong with his bike when he rode it home from school, or he would've noticed his wallet fall out of his pocket. The point is, he wishes he hadn't let the label attached to this freak him out so much. He isn't sure why it does, but it does.

But she doesn't do what he expects. She isn't drowning him in reassurances and, "It's okay's" because she knows he doesn't care for them much. When he, the most stubborn person she knows, apologizes for something he did, he doesn't want it to turn into the person accepting the apology coddling him.

Y/N sighs.

"Is that why you've been acting so different all night? I scared you with the whole ‘date’ thing, didn't I? It doesn't have to be a date if you don't want it to be."

What she doesn't know is that he wants it to be a date. He wants it to be a date so badly, he risked Pope and Kie finding them out for the sake of getting some proper advice on it, and now he's caught up in the same game of tug and war in his mind that always occurs when he wants to tell her the truth about his feelings for her.

Part of him doesn't understand why he doesn't outright say it. With every other girl he once showed interest in, he had no issues in letting them know he wanted them, but this is different. This isn't simply wanting someone, he thinks he's fallen for her. But whenever he says he's gonna grow a pair and tell her after all this time, he chokes. Involuntarily, he's reminded of his parents. Other than his friends saying it platonically, the only people to tell him they loved him were them, and with how they treated him, he sure as hell doesn't think that is love.

From his dad's brutal physical abuse to his mom's abandonment, he's too timid to tell her he loves her because of what could happen if she loves him back. Everyone else that has said that to him has either hurt him, died like John B did, or abandoned him.

He won't let that happen with him and Y/N. What they have, albeit undefined and codependent, is safe. It's the only thing he has left. Maybe it isn't right, and maybe he should open up about it to communicate the correct way, but somewhere in the misshapen logic of his mind, he correlates love to abandonment. And he doesn't want that to happen with her.

There are two sides of him at battle inside his mind. One side, the side that wants to do right by their relationship and actually communicate his feelings for once in his life, wants him to tell her everything. The other side, the side that responds based on the history of his past, wants him to hide it all.

"Will you be mad at me if we don't call it a date?" he asks.

She shakes her head.

The heavy sensation inside of JJ's chest nears a point of vitriolic violence against him as he starts to realize what he's doing to her, clearly letting her down, but he can't stop himself. Like a passive witness watching himself from outside of his body, the instantaneous trauma response to the sudden confrontation of his true feelings for her guides his actions without his permission. It shuts down any protest he has.

The sound of the movie fills the gap of silence between them the entire time. It’s a variety of bloodcurdling screams and disgusting sounds that would've made him gag if he weren't as distracted.

They can make out each other's faces through the darkness, but barely. It takes a flash of bright color from the film or a nearby car's lights turning on for them to fully see one another. Without the other knowing, they both put masks of calm and collected coolness on their faces despite the feelings raging beneath the surface—more so on his part than hers.

"Maybe," he says, pausing, "we should just keep things the way they've been."

As soon as the words leave his mouth, a soul-crushing amount of disappointment weighs her down. She said it was fine if he doesn't want it to be a date—and it is, she would never hold it against him—but that doesn't mean it can't hurt her. Things have been going so well, she almost thought...If tonight went well, she was thinking about no longer keeping it a secret, but if he said he wants things to stay the same, then maybe he isn't as ready for it as she is?

Meanwhile, JJ is on another page entirely.

She's embarrassed of being with you, a familiar voice in the back of his head croons. She's gonna leave just like everyone else does. If she doesn't even wanna tell your friends, why should you pretend you're dating?

The internal comments are the type that cause him to physically grimace when he's alone. Intrusive thoughts are just that: intrusive.

Sneaking into the guarded sanctuary of a person's mind, they set out to convince them the opposite of their reality. The only thing is, where most people's minds are guarded sanctuaries with walls of impregnable defense, his mind is the equivalent of a fortress blown to smithereens. The castle walls lay in rubble, the guards no where to be seen, and the path for these thoughts to slip past and straight to the vulnerability of his mind is left wide open.

In the privacy of his room, these thoughts attack him the most at night when he tries to fall asleep—when things get too quiet. With nobody around, when they get this bad there's nothing he can do except break down. It builds from the mere anxiety of attempting to force the thoughts away to full-blown panic attack mode. The more he resists them, the more aggressive they become. He'll gasp for air with tears streaming down his face, hitting his head with the heel of his hand as if that'd do something to stop his relentless mind.

But he can't afford to react in front of her, so the extent of his reaction is a subtle twitch of his face that she cannot see in the momentary darkness before the movie switches to another scene a second later. In a way, it does make the thoughts go away to have her here preventing him from spiraling alone. Having to focus on her keeps his mind away for moments at a time until the thoughts ease their grip on him.

When she hasn't answered for a while, he asks, terrified that he did something bad, "Are we good?"

The question seems to wake her up, snapping her out of the lonely direction her thoughts went into when he "rejected" her. It takes every bit of common sense she has left to force herself to understand that this doesn't mean he doesn't want her. He does, and not calling this a date doesn't mean they won't be together in the way they have been since John B's death, but she isn't perfect. She gets as unsure and insecure as he does.

As if the cloud of doom was lifted off of her, she makes her face lighten where she lays on her side next to him. Seeing this expression makes his chest feel less heavy, and he could let out a sigh of relief at the realization that he didn't break her heart and stomp on it. He should've known. Y/N is the sweetest person he knows, so she never would've flipped shit over him not wanting to label this as a date. That's not how she is.

And he's partly right. It isn't how she is. She would never hold it against him if he didn't want something further with her since she got herself into this position by pursuing him with his reputation with girls in mind, but she can't ignore it. Whether she wants it to or not, it had its affect on her as soon as he said it.

She leans in to kiss him, their lips meeting in the middle with the faint taste of popcorn salt mingling at the soft peck.

When she pulls away, she brushes the hair back from his face and says, "Don't worry. Nothing can change how I feel about you."

She has no clue what it feels like to hear that from her.

Despite the turmoil they unknowingly share beneath the surface due to this conversation, he could cry hearing her say it. It doesn't feel real to him that she feels the same way he does about her, because nothing could change how he feels about her either. That’s why he manages to work up the courage to repeat it back to her, and, for now, this is the closest he's physically capable of coming to telling her the truth.

"Ditto," he says.

It isn't what she wanted, but it's close enough, and if she dwells on this any longer, she might start getting too emotional and let the urge to tear up become too strong. Why does she have to be this sensitive? It's no secret that it's remarkably easy to make her cry, but this is insane to her. When all of this began with him, she didn't give a shit about him not wanting a label. She understood him, and she understood that he doesn't do this kind of thing, so why has it changed? Why doesn't she want to keep it a secret anymore? Why does she want this to be a date when she knows he doesn't want it to be?

Pulled by an invisible string back to him to silence her mind, she leans in to kiss him again with a hand cupping the back of his neck to guide him the rest of the way to her.

It shouldn't be laced with any sexual intention. She should be kissing him simply because she wants to, and, in a way, she is. Their kisses and touches are never lacking the motivation that is their underlying connection and mutual feelings for one another, but this is not the same. As he kisses her back with as much confidence and passion as always, she is reeling from the conversation that reminded her too much of a breakup.

It takes another minute of this for the kiss to heat up, their breathing becoming shallower in the moments they part to inhale, and she is undeniably the one instigating when she officially crosses the line between casual and sexual by crawling onto his lap. It's not hard for him to pick up on when their innocent moments take a turn. She's easy to read in that regard, and this has happened a multitude of times with them, so the shift of a mini make out session turning into something more is nothing out of the ordinary for them.

If he knew how shaken she is on the inside, he'd never want this. And the same would go for her if she knew what he was thinking before this. Neither of them wants to admit what they're feeling.

With her legs seated on either side of his hips, she kisses him like it's the last time she'll ever get the opportunity to. Her hands wander wherever they can, pulling at his shirt and feeling him up as his hands guide her hips to move against his in a steady grinding that she has no issue partaking in. It's an eagerness he hasn't seen from her in weeks. She's never un-excited when it comes to being physical with him either, but this is another level. The last time a girl was all over him like this, it was desperate touron at a party a few months ago.

In the span of time it takes her to glance over her shoulder to see if anyone could see them and reach to pull her skirt up until it bunches around her hips—no one can see them, by the way, since they got here late and were forced to cram the van into the back corner of the lot with no street lights illuminating the path—his brows raise at her presumptuous behavior. Not that he's one to complain, however, seeing as he's typically the one doing what she is.

Their next kiss clashes their teeth hard enough to make them wince, but he loves it. It makes him smirk into her parted mouth, alive with both the feeling her reassurance provided and the fuzzy-headed high that often finds him when they're together in this way. Incomparable to past flings or the high related to any drugs, she is the peak of everything to him. It's no contest.

His chest stutters against hers with a bout of amused laughter, asking within a brief pause in what feels like the most JJ thing he's said this awkward night, "Two for two in the Twinkie. What's gotten into you?"

Y/N's hand dips between where their bodies move together to unclasp the closed buckle of his belt in one smooth motion that has it falling apart with a clinking noise.

Her features are set with a look that tells him she means business. Whatever it is that sparked this, he wonders how the fuck to make it happen again another time. She's begged for it before, but never taken control so dominantly, and he can't deny what the role reversal does to him. The evidence is obvious in the distinct hardness she feels pressing up against the hand undoing his jeans.

"I was hoping it'd be you," she says, voice breathless and airy from the constant contact in a way that makes it ten times hotter for him.

If there were any chance of him not being in the mood prior to this, which wasn't the case anyway, it's gone now. He never wants to hear her say she doesn't deliberately try to tease him ever again.

He doesn't need to be told twice.

JJ surges forward to capture her mouth with his, this time with no intention of pulling away to breathe or speak again. No, he'll let himself get lightheaded and dizzy if it means he can stay with her for as long as possible.

With the circumstances of it all, them being visible to someone if they happened to pass by the open door of the van, they move at a pace quicker than usual. She's immediately helping him shimmy his jeans and underwear far enough down his hips to free his dick from the confines of his clothes, making him sigh out a breath of relief when her hand brushes against him in the process.

There's no opportunity to slow down, it has exploded into a full-throttle speed race that neither of them can halt.

His hand blindly flies out beside him to grope the floor of the van for the set of keys he tossed carelessly to the side once the movie started, eyes shut in the midst of the hot, messy kiss they share. His fingers find the fabric of one of the blankets they brought in case they got cold, then drifts again and lands on her Big Bird sneakers until he feels the sharp metal of her keys meet his calloused palm.

After the events of last summer, she bought a switch blade to keep on her key ring alongside the keys to the van, HMS Pogue, and Chateau. She may not like violence or weapons, seeing as she was a skeptic of JJ keeping the gun alongside her friends, but she saw it necessary. Between Rafe, Topper, and Kelce, how could she leave the safety of her and her friends up to chance knowing what some of the kooks did to them not long ago? What happened to Pope on the golf course alone was enough to make her skin crawl.

Right now, though, the knife flips out from the pressure of his thumb pushing the button to release it. He holds it out away from her at first to assure it doesn't nick her in the process, then uses his other hand to tug the side of her panties that hugs her hip far out enough to press the sharp side of the blade onto the inside of it.

She can hardly believe what she's watching as JJ cuts the delicate maroon underthings from her body as if he were doing something so normal, like it's something he's done before. Her forehead is pressed against his, her mouth parted both in shock and in a need to pant for oxygen, and she watches the knife ruin her favorite panties. The stitches come apart with a satisfying ripping noise that can hardly be heard over the sound of people reacting to the movie in the background.

Other customers of the Cherry Bowl Drive-In are too glued to the screen as a beloved character is chased down, reacting in shouts when she's seized by the killer and shoved onto the table of an industrial bread slicer, so they remain wholly unnoticed.

The lace, now ripped in half, dangles on the tip of the knife when he lifts it away from her, tosses it aside, and presses the button once more to retract the blade. It clatters to the floor, but is in no way forgotten with them resuming in a desperation to keep going until they both satisfy the need clawing at them from the inside. But her sense of need is different from his, and even with the fresh memory of him with the switch blade in mind, she's still somewhere else the whole time.

Her mind is faraway, muted through layers of sadness, anger, and disappointment as he reaches between them to line himself up to her entrance. The sensation of him running his cock, hard and messy with a few drops of precome, through her dripping pussy to coat it in her slick arousal is enough to make her moan pathetically. Yet when he's about to guide himself inside of her, she stops him.

"Wait, wait, wait," she breathes out rapidly, heart pounding so hard she can feel herself pulsating between her thighs, "Condom."

They were so antsy to get to it, they almost forgot.

"Fuck," he curses under his breath, and his eyes flicker from where they were trained between their bodies to glance back and forth around the van before it hits him. "I lost my wallet..."

But right when he thinks their public rendezvous in the back of the Drive-In is over due to his unfortunate mistake, she shakes her head and slips away from her perch astride his lap to crawl over to her bag.

She fumbles with the old tote bag and plunges her arm in to sift through the hodge podge of things that are purely Y/N in nature—stickers, glitter pens, a half-eaten bag of candy, etc—for the square foil package she decided to toss in before she left just in case. She usually doesn't keep them on her because he never fails to have one, but, thankfully, she had the random instinct to bring it tonight.

The only thing to bring her out of her cloudy, malevolent storm of feelings when she settles back onto his lap with the condom wrapper ripped open for him is him saying, "So you planned this, huh?" with his mouth tipped in a familiar self-satisfied grin.

She didn't plan it. In fact, she threw herself at him the second she sensed him withdrawing from her and can't stop herself despite the fact that she constantly feels two seconds away from letting a tear slip down her cheek. If that counts as "planning it", then sure.

"Maybe so," she answers, cool, calm, and collected—the antithesis of the truth.

They usually don't lie to each other.

They're thrown right back into it without any other hiccups once he rolls the condom on, and he takes in a shaky breath at her hand wrapping around him to align their bodies up. Before she can do anything, though, he takes chance to swipe the blanket he found a moment ago and wrap it around her back to keep her covered in case they get caught.

Y/N sinks down onto his cock with her lip caught between her teeth to stifle the sound that threatens to escape. JJ, on the other hand, doesn't bother concealing the sound of the groan he makes at the sensation of having her wrapped around him like this. The tension in her entire body from the anticipation and the looming threat of being seen by someone has her squeezing him so tightly, he can't help but be a little louder than he should.

Her soft palm slaps over his mouth with enough pressure to force his groan to quiet itself, and she watches his pretty blue eyes widen in reaction to the dominant action. Who is this girl and what has she done with his sweet, submissive Y/N? Don't get him wrong, he is very turned on by it, but it's unlike her to take the lead this way. He can't figure it out.

"What's wrong, angel?" she asks in a whisper into his ear, her hand over his mouth and her hips starting to slowly rock against him, "Watch the movie."

Once the words leave her mouth, she drops her hand, just in case he wants to stop and can't say anything because she had his mouth covered, and JJ is pretty sure he's died and gone to heaven.

He doesn't watch the movie, not at all, because he's too busy watching her. For someone losing their mind internally, she does not let it show, nor does she let it distract her from what's happening. If anything, the distraction in this situation is the sex, not what's going on inside of her head.

There's a moment of adjustment and going as slowly and gently as possible while waiting for the dull pressure of feeling him inside of her to fade away, but, for the most part, she doesn't waste any time. As soon as she feels comfortable enough with the ache between her thighs giving way to a spark of pleasure when she grinds her clit down on his pubic bone, she starts to ride him at a better pace than the initial slow movements of her hips.

She raises herself up and takes him again inch by inch, enjoying the sense of fullness she gets from having to fit him in spite of the slight discomfort at first, and she could swear that he'll leave bruises in the shape of his handprints with how tightly he clutches her hips. It's all he can do to prevent himself from moaning or saying something, ever the vocal lover she's come to know.

Unless his mouth is preoccupied like it was on the beach yesterday afternoon, JJ is usually impossible to shut up, especially in this context. With him always whispering dirty things to her, whether it be praises, pet names, or plans on what he wants to do to her, she has come to find it breathtakingly hot. He could likely get away with saying something if he wanted to, but he isn't sure he wants to risk it. If he opens his mouth to spew something filthy to her, he won't trust himself not to make a louder, different kind of noise that won't fit in the with background audio the other moviegoers are listening to.

The wet sound of their bodies colliding that fills the space of the van is drowned out by the loud and violent sequence occurring on the screen far ahead of them, and hearing it makes her bounce herself on him a little harder. She's fueled on by it all, and, strangely, what happened before she practically pounced on him is the main contributor.

Similarly to the nature of his intrusive thoughts, the harder she resists the memory of how it felt when he told her he didn't want this to be a date, the more forceful it is in its return. Her eyes trail down to watch where they connect with her forehead pressed to his, then she's thrown back into the feeling of helpless disappointment and insecurity. His head tips back against the window with his bottom lip dropped open and his brows furrowed just enough to create a crease on his forehead, and she's bombarded with the look of relief on his face when he realized he didn't have to be tied down to her with a label.

It makes her want to get rougher, harder, and she doesn't even care if it'll make her sore later on. She presses herself down so far every time she slides down on his cock, her teeth draw blood on her lip with how hard she must bite it to remain quiet. The pain of her hipbones rubbing against his doesn't even matter to either of them at this point. They're both too lost in the pleasure that has begun to take control of them to care about something as minuscule as that, or the burn in her thighs from the repetitive physical strain.

She grabs his wrist and brings his hand between them, flattening hers overtop of it and pressing down on the base of her abdomen in the midst of the increasingly feverish thrusts.

"Feel you here," she murmurs to him through a quiet moan, hoping he can hear it over the movie, and pushes down on his hand for emphasis. And if the way he reacts by cursing under his breath tells her anything, it's that he picked up on it. "JJ..."

He reaches out to grab her by the throat with his free hand and tug her forward to kiss him, as if something inside of him snapped in response to her doing that. The motions of her jolting up and down throws the already messy and uncoordinated kiss off-kilter, but they don't mind. It has them separating every time she lifts up, producing this heady little head rush from from them breathing in each other's air without actually letting their mouths meet in the middle.

Though they're trying their hardest not to alert anyone outside of what's happening, it didn't occur to him until now, when his eyes catch John B's old bandana swinging back and forth where it's secured around the rear view mirror.

They're worried about moaning while the entire fucking Twinkie is rocking with their movements. Well, at least it makes good use of the corny sticker he gifted John B last year as a gag gift. He tried to peel it off after JJ snuck it onto the side window to no avail. So, now Y/N is stuck with a sticker on her car reading, "If the van's a-rockin', come on in, we like orgies," rather than the more common phrase.

It almost makes him start laughing, and he prays no one takes that shit seriously, 'cause he is never intent on sharing this breathtaking girl. Ever.

Y/N isn't anywhere near laughing like he is, in fact, she's finding it difficult to keep herself together. She feels her eyes sting with the promise of tears, and she's never felt so pathetic before. Is she seriously about to cry during sex? Is she really that girl that is so ill-equipped to handle rejection, she can't get through it without tears?

She won't cry. Perhaps if he sees how glossy her eyes have become in a rare moment of good lighting, she can blame it on the hand around her throat putting pressure on the sides of her neck.

The worst part about her being near to crying is the timing of it.

The emotion of what she feels mentally mixes with the swirling, building sensation she feels in the pit of her stomach that tells her she's close to going over the edge, and it's so overwhelming. Was she imagining that their friendship had changed? More importantly, is this all she'll ever be to him? Sex is the only thing she's sure of with him, it's the only thing that doesn't require deeper emotions, and when the ground beneath their fragile relationship felt shaky...

He can feel her starting to unravel, and he knows that he'll come before she does if he doesn't do anything now, so he decides to take control.

JJ pulls the hand he had resting on her abdomen away as though he were burned by it, wrapping his arm around her waist to steady her body against his and using the hand around her neck for leverage to thrust up into her, effectively reducing her to a teary-eyed, moaning mess atop him. They both stopped caring about making noise the second he began to fuck her like this.

She cries out in ecstasy at the sudden change in pace and depth that has him hitting all the right places. Every time he thrusts up into her, just as rough as she wished for, the tip of his cock nudges into that perfect spot inside of her that makes her incapable of silencing her moans. This time, it's JJ that puts his hand over her mouth, letting the one he had around her neck move away to keep her from alerting everyone around them of what's happening.

There's nothing she can do to stop her climax as it barrels through her in its initial sweeping wave of bliss to contrast the venomous doubts in her mind. She's never felt such conflicting, yet powerful feelings before—the intensity of the physical pleasure that makes her whine into the palm of his hand, then the part of her mind replaying every word he said in their conversation before this.

Her body is rigid and tense through it all, squeezing down around his cock with the involuntary spasms of her orgasm, and he can't help himself anymore. All it takes are a few more frantic thrusts for him to bury himself inside of her one last time and spill into the condom, uncovering her mouth so he can drown out his own groans into a kiss.

Their skin sticks to their clothes on the inside with sweat from the exertion of their actions, and he can feel her stomach tremble where it presses up against his with each undulation of her hips that meet his as he rides it out.

But even with the added distraction of the sex, she can't rid herself of the feeling that started plaguing her as soon as things went awry. That was why he was acting weird all night. He must have been so worried about her thinking this was anything more than their typical hangouts that he couldn't bring himself to act normally.

She forces herself to look happy when they pull away from the kiss, panting, and JJ, unaware of what she's been thinking, doesn't notice the small deception.

Tag list: @gabiatthedisco

[kittyisaddicted]

Part of my weekend routine apparently is to react to the newest chapter of #tlnd, so here we go!

(All hail to @khaleesiofalicante, I'm just quoting)

At least, Alec's father wants him still to come to D.C. But yes, try harder.

Because he feels like he is responsible for more people than before. For everyone like him. For everyone who can’t be here. For everyone who deserves to be here.

So much pressure. But a pressure he puts on him himself. No one else is forcing him to do that.

But it’s not all bad, he thinks. As much there are things to fight, there are also things worth fighting for. People worth fighting for.

Ah yes. The heart eyes emoji describes me best right now.

Older siblings don’t quit. Older siblings endure.

Agreed. It's shit, but it's real.

“What exactly do you think I’m going to do?” Alec demands. “Declare my love for Magnus in front of the whole Senate?” His father stops in his track abruptly. “Love?”

Oh boy. The parallels, I can't even …

I so so love the following inner monologue:

He asks himself – do I love Magnus? And the answer is a simple yes. The word almost vibrates inside his chest. Okay. So, that’s a thing now. He loves Magnus. If that ain’t the easiest fucking decision he has ever made in his entire goddamn life.

The swearing! A swearing Alec is just another level of hotness.

His father doesn’t move for a second. As if he is surprised that Alec still wants to hold him. Parents sometimes didn’t realize how much kids fucking needed them.

I'm so glad that Alec doesn't think Robert doesn't want to hold him because he now knows his son is gay. That would be so fucked up. But no, Robert is insecure himself and seems to not know how to express his feelings other than with pressure talk. *sigh*

You need to learn how to be tactful, even with the worst goddamn assholes. So, when Alec sees Valentine approach him, he reminds himself that punching a popular politician at Capitol Hill probably isn’t going to fly well with the rest of the crowd.

Valentine. Instantly my gut clenches. That can be no good. There is no way that this motherfucker will not cause harm in a brutal way. Or at least has caused.

He has half a mind to drag Magnus back there again so they can sully it some more. He has a feeling Magnus would be into petty shit like that.

Petty, well yes. Thanks for the reminder on the last chapter, where both of them were petty as fuck. *hrmph*

Valentine takes a deep breath and then he smiles. “Jace doesn’t like ice cream.”

I wouldn't mind if Alec overthought his decision to not land a hook on that evil face, really, I wouldn't mind at all. Which kid doesn't like ice cream??? Are you mad??

He knows Magnus doesn’t like it when he smokes. But he hasn’t said anything. Alec kinda wants him to say something. Not because he wants to stop smoking. Fuck no. But he would like Magnus to feel like he can say these things to Alec. He wants Magnus to know that he has that authority. God. Magnus can ask him anything and Alec would fucking do it.

I really hope we get to see Alec saying that out loud to Magnus. It's so important, and also more important, that Magnus should take every opportunity he has to use that power over Alec for his own security.

Alec doesn’t get it. What’s there to think about? If it’s over, then it’s over. Why drag this shit out? It’s not his marriage. So, he doesn’t comment on it.

Ouch. What a deep burn, in retrospective. He get's it now, doesn't he?

He wants to ask Magnus to move in with him. Right now. He isn’t even home for fuck’s sake. He doesn't even own the fucking place. But he wants to ask. No. No. It’s too soon. Too needy. Too pushy. Alec wonders if he should give Magnus a key.

THIS IS SO SWEET AND ALSO SO ARGH! You two are thinking the exact same things, so just go ahead and FUCKING DO IT!

“I’m not gonna jerk off in Capitol fucking Hill!” Alec says.

LE-GEN-DA-RY!!! This is something for the family album.

He isn’t very happy with Max’s dependence on David.

You are one to talk about. You literally thought on Capitol Hill that you can't even breath without Magnus!

After Asmodeus’ passing – good fucking riddance by the way – Edom was passed onto Magnus.

Kind of glad we don't have to meet that mf. But wait, somewhere in the middle he was only sick, right. Oh oh …

They haven’t done it in a while. Well, they have. But not like they used to. Not as much as they used to. Not since…Not since…

And just like that, the angst kicks in. The time stamp doesn't help at all, shit is about to hit the fan anytime soon, right? So we have a) Magnus inheriting Edom and b) something happened as the starting points for all the drama. And I wonder, which one was more cruel …

It’s a good thing they haven’t found Hodge yet. If they do, Alec will strangle him with his bare hands. Fucking traitor. He looks back at the photo on his phone again. He looks at Magnus. His beautiful Magnus. And he wants to strangle Hodge all over again.

What the hell has he done?? What has he done to Magnus? I WILL KILL HIM MYSELF IF HE HAS HARMED MAGNUS!

"You know what? I'm not sorry! He is fucking hot!" the girl huffs, plucking a magazine from the stand and clutching it tightly to her chest. "I said what I said!"

This is all of us, girl!

The number one supermodel in the world. Dressed in his husband’s ratty sweatpants and his son’s t-shirt. Alec feels so blessed, he wants to get on his knees, and thank God for all of this.

My heart is aching for domestic malec scenes like this.

Because there is a tiny voice inside his head that keeps telling him that Magnus doesn’t want to.

Okay, this hole overthinking and feeling that something is off, and that something has changed thing – I so so hope Alec will actually TALK about this shit with Magnus, not just figuring it out on his own. I mean come on, I you feel something is off than just fucking ask!

Wanting Magnus and loving Magnus – it’s like breathing. He can’t stop. He'll die if ever does.

As I said, you are one to talk about Max depending on David.

“Can we just stay here for a bit?” Magnus asks. Alec shuffles closer to Magnus and pulls him to his chest. “Sure. We can stay here.”

At least, Magnus still wants to be WITH Alec, locked away from the world, he leans into Alec. But yeah, Alec, you're right, that voice gets louder for a reason.

– Okay, thought. Is there, maybe, some thing in Asmodeus' last will, that will not sit well with Alec, and Magnus hasn't talked about it yet? And maybe Hodge found out? Or the both incidents have nothing to do with each other, but the incident with Hodge made Magnus think that Alec would be better without him? I'm going crazy other Magnus' reason for the divorce, really!!!

This is part of his nightly ritual. Coffee. And going through the Magnus Bane tag on Twitter. Yes, he needs help. Yes, he knows.He quickly goes to Max’s Instagram. That shit is always a boner killer for him.

Alec having a nightly routine for Magnus' Instagram is so heartbreaking and sad but also so so relatable. But it have been two fucking years – he stalks Magnus for two years? Now I get why Rafe told him to move on.

“Obviously not. We can just put a random pic. Lift up your shirt.” Alec glares at him. “Come on! No one will recognize you,” Max rolls his eyes. “You know there are shirtless pictures of me on the internet, right?” “Trust me. I know,” Max shudders. “It’s fine, dad. You got ripped after the divorce anyway.” “Max-” “We could take a pic of your bulge then.” “You are very close to being disinherited.” “Noted,” Max says offhandedly and holds up the camera. Alec reluctantly lifts his t-shirt. Just a little. Max snaps a picture. When did his life come to this?

I'm here for those scenes in particular. I giggled and screamed a little.

He can’t write poetry. But he can draw the lines inside Magnus’ palms. He wonders if anyone else would ever love Magnus like this. Would anyone else ever love him this much? Love him enough to recognize him by his palm lines alone.

So my head canon is now that whenever Alec and Magnus where at shitty events and Alec was on the edge, he found comfort in following all the lines in Magnus' palm with his index finger, and breathing in and out to stay calm. It grew a habit for both of them, so whenever Alec was having some sort of anxiety or anger attack or was overthinking, Magnus simply held out his hand to Alec.

And that's why Magnus has this new tick of shovelling his hands into his back pockets whenever he meets Alec, so he won't reach out to give Alec his hands to calm down, because he is no longer allowed to be Alecs comfort place. And now I'm crying, thanks to me.

Does she make you happy? No

That's it. I'm dead. HOPE! There is HOPE!!!

[silkentragedies]

A boyfriend sounds good, but…

Non idol! Jung Wooyoung x fem! Reader

3.1k words, Highly suggestive at best, making out, FLUFF, E2L vibes, College AU

Warnings: Mentions of STDs, making out. ( This is so self-indulgent it’s horrible lmao- also, not explicit at all.)

This piece of fiction does not reflect the actions of the real-life Jung Wooyoung. Not meant for minors. 

College was supposed to be late night parties and hurried submissions, overdosing on caffeine and woefully unedited essay compilations. College was supposed to be hellish hangovers and greasy weekend brunches in bed, helter-skelter running to part-time jobs and missing classes with snoozed alarms.

You got all of that, of course, but you also got one thing you didn’t ask for, in fact, wished beyond wishes that it wouldn’t happen but of course, your guardian angel was up to some mischief: You got yourself an archenemy.

Jung fucking Wooyoung.

It all started off small, of course; bumping into each other rather violently in the hallways on orientation day ended with your coffee on the floor. Minor detail- his phone had also dropped on the floor.

You apologized profusely- he seemed like an upperclassman with his leather jacket, slim but solid build, a head of double-toned hair and oh were those tattoos peeking out of his collar- no point in causing a ruckus on the first day. You even offered to pay for the damage. 

And then he opened his mouth. 

“Can’t you watch where you’re going?”

The sheer annoyance in his tone rubbed you the wrong way- obviously you had to respond, you weren’t the only one at fault- 

“Sorry, but you weren’t watching where you were going either. So don’t tout the blame to me-”

“Oh, whatever, just keep your money. I can get it fixed myself.”

The audacity of this bi-

“Good for you then, because my offer is off the table now, pretty boy.” 

A smirk curled up his lip- “You think I’m pretty?”

“About as pretty as a skunk, especially with that hair.”

You had to tamp down the urge to childishly stick your tongue out at his bemused, mildly annoyed expression before walking past him.

 Lamenting the loss of your morning coffee, you hurried your way to the orientation venue. At Least he was an upperclassman. Thankfully you wouldn’t have to deal with him-

“Did you see that hot guy in the leather jacket and that black-blonde hair ?”

Fuck’s sake. 

“His name’s Jung Wooyoung and apparently all the upperclassmen already have an eye on him. He’s in our major so we really lucked out, hot guys-wise.”

Fuck’s sake.

Surely you could just avoid him and pretend he didn’t exist?

But no.

Jung fucking Wooyoung turned out to be the apple of the campus’ eye in a matter of 2 weeks. He was as new to the university as the rest of you and yet, managed to look more put together, cooler than the rest of you still struggling to figure out class numbers and professor names.

He was the upperclassmen darling- people drooled over him, wanted to befriend him, and invite him to all the big parties…

and fuck- even the teachers were already wrapped around his infuriating pinky finger. They allowed him to waltz into class 25 minutes late, smile his infuriating innocent smile and chill in the back row, scot fucking free.

A month in, he’d gotten into the Dance Club too-  cementing his legendary status in the university. It was unheard of, after all, for a freshman to get into the unattainable Dance Club in his first attempt. 

You happened to visit one of the club’s performances one weekend and even you couldn’t ignore the sheer talent he radiated. It only infuriated you more to watch Wooyoung hog the stage’s spotlight with almost no effort- all perfect lines, sharp and clean movements…

It’s fine, you could still ignore his existence

But no.

Another thing about Jung Wooyoung- he found sick pleasure in annoying the living daylights out of you. 

It was so juvenile, so high-school, so immature of him- sticking gum in your hair, snapping your bra strap, kicking the back of your chair, striking up nonsense debates with you in class…

And then he had the nerve to laugh in your face when you glared at him with hellfire in your eyes because you were too polite to lash out in front of a professor.

Of course, you exhibited no such restraint outside the classroom.

“You vs Woo” was a commonplace explanation for the commotions that blazed up in the campus courtyard every other day. You were like wolves, the way you snarled at each other, not hesitating to slash at each other with as many cutting words as you could find. 

This went on for months, an entire semester marred by an enmity that seemed to stem from nothing- until one day, mister Jung Wooyoung really fucked up.

“WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? FACE ME, YOU COWARDLY WORM!” Your angry yelling and thudding on the door had Wooyoung’s roommates Yeosang and… Choi San? running to open the door to their shared dorm room. 

You barged into Wooyoung’s room, unplugging the game he was playing. “What the fuck-”

“You dirty fucking bastard. You shameless shitstain of a fucking human being-” 

Slap. Wooyoung reeled back. In all this time, you’d never actually hit out at him physically. It had always been words. Maybe this time he crossed a line?

“You told Changbin I had a fucking STD. THE GALL OF YOU-” You lashed out at him with every few words, pushing Wooyoung further back against the back wall of his room. 

“How fucking dare you make assumptions about me like that. you lowlife scumbag.” You snarled in his face, now having him trapped between you and the wall.

You were smaller than him by quite a bit- it was almost amusing to see Wooyoung cowering in front of you, lowkey terrified of what you’d throw at him next. 

“Okay okay, fuck, I’m sorry!” He burst out finally, cutting you right across your angry rant. “I didn’t mean it like that!! I swear, I didn’t even know you were the one he was talking about. And I only told him to be safe from STDs, not that anybody had one.”

“What makes you think I’ll believe you, Jung,” You screeched. “You’ve always been a dick in general to me. I wouldn’t put it past you to say something like that and lie to my face about it.”

You back away, almost disgusted at being so close to him, “Seriously, dude. Get fucked.” Flipping him off before leaving, you turn around to look at him still standing where you’d backed him up to, an evil glint in your eye.

“It will be so fucking unfortunate if somebody told the campus gossip blog you had erectile dysfunction and your hookups were all fake.”

\

Safe to say, Wooyoung never made digs at your sexual activity again.

Neither did he have much sexual activity of his own for a while. Not that there was much sexual activity in your case either.

Maybe it was that exact…starvation that led Wooyoung to behave the way he did.

What was juvenile teasing became more… flirtatious?

Oh gods, what the fucking fuck is going on-

Suddenly, it wasn’t gum in your hair, it was soft whispers against your ear, breath warm against your cheek

It wasn’t kicking the back of your chair, it was leaning in front of you to fistbump Lee Felix on the other side of you until you could smell his intoxicating chocolate-honey-sweat scent.

He’d taken to taking his leather jacket off and sitting through classes (he still turned up late for) in a muscle t shirt that showed off his toned arms- 

All of his movements now seemed to be designed to tease the crawling under your skin you hadn’t been able to quench recently-

Not that you were a serial hookup kinda person, but you’d been fairly sexually active until semester exams and Wooyoung’s rumors had brought around quite a dry spell for you.

It was like every action of his sparked something wildfire hot in your head, tension stringing your senses into overdrive- were you imagining it?

Wooyoung was having some troubles with said crawling under-skin himself. 

Since when did you wear skinny jeans like that to class? Did you always have such a pretty neck, just waiting to get marked up? Did you always have that sway to your hips when you walked out of class?

The forced abstinence was doing bad things to him. 

It did rather amuse him, however, when he could see your breath catch a little from his murmurings in your ear, or squirm in your seat when he spoke to Felix before the professor arrived. It was the little things, truly. 

You still fought like a cat and dog though- there was no way the two of you would ever let on that your scope of noticing each other had gone beyond annoyance and rivalry a while ago. 

//

“Fuck no. I’m not doing this fucking project with you. It’s worth half the fucking grade and you’re a numbskull when it comes to this subject.”

“Like I want to deal with you anymore than I have to, sweetheart. You’re pretentious enough in class as it is.” 

Fate really loved playing the cliche card with you- of course you got paired up with Wooyoung for one of your semester projects. 

No, it definitely wasn’t the teacher that saw you two glaring more at each other more than the whiteboard and decided to take matters into her own hands.

Of fucking course the teacher refused to allow switching of partners or individual grading- it had to be a team effort or you’d both fail the subject. As a team. Yippee-ki fucking yay.

So you two ended up in the library at 11 p.m, two nights before your first check point review, having procrastinated the fuck out of working together until the last possible minute.

Amidst cursing at each other and cups of ramen and iced americano, the two of you found yourself stuck with each other and attempting to build the basis of an acceptable report to present. 

Surprisingly enough, Wooyoung wasn’t entirely a lost cause when it came to the subject. He actually made sizable contributions to the report. He even got you some coffee on his break, despite the jibes and taunts you threw at him about going soft- you were the type to hold a grudge.

You were both wandering down the shelves in the library, looking for more references when Wooyoung decided to open his big mouth again.

“You do realize that shitty rumor you put out didn’t really mess with my prospects, right?” Wooyoung was so full of shit. “If anything, I’d be worried about you, sweetheart.”

There it was again. Sweetheart. Another of those taunting things that just riled you up in all the wrong(right) ways. It was like he knew everything you would go weak for and then shamelessly exploited them all.

“Unlike you, Wooyoung, I don’t need people to stroke my ego…or anything else. I can get myself going just fine.”

“If you did know how to stroke anybody’s anything, sweetheart, you wouldn’t have trouble getting some.”

Ohhh, so he wants to play some games!!! Okay then-

You reached out to flick at his ponytail, ever-so slightly enamoured by how well he pulled off the double-toned look.

“Like you know anything about how to please in bed, babe.” 

It was unfair how much that nickname falling from your lips affected Wooyoung. Some…not very appropriate thoughts had already taken root in his brain and you running your mouth was not helping at all. 

“Good enough for them to beg, sweetheart.” 

A soft crow of laughter escaped you as you turned to fully face him, the both of you standing between the Greek Architecture and Geography sections.

“You sure you weren’t the one doing the begging?” 

“Oh, really now?”

You really should’ve thought through what was leaving your mouth 

Because now you were wedged between the shelves and Wooyoung’s (unfairly) toned body, his arms caging you in with that signature shit-eating grin on his face as he leaned closer to you- 

The tension was almost atrocious now, suffocating you when it had only previously nudged at you. You could feel it settle under your skin, in your veins, fingers itching to reach out and pull him closer 

But you kept your hands braced against the shelves- you would not give him the satisfaction of making the first move yourself…right? 

Fuck, you really wanted to though- 

It had be the late hour leaving you with lesser inhibitions than normal or possibly the pent up horny in your system or maybe the questionable direction your conversation was headed in

There was no other plausible reason for your arch nemesis’ lips to look that inviting

It must’ve been the way your attention flitted from his eyes to his lips that gave you away, a momentary lapse of self-control before you looked away, off to some point behind his shoulders-

And he smirk only widens

“You know, nobody really visits this corner of the library.”

“Your point?”

Both your voices were whispers now, your bodies close enough to touch but not quite, Wooyoung’s face a few inches away from yours and holding your gaze 

(He had honey flecks in those dark eyes, 7 on one side and 4 on the other, like gold leaf in coffee)

“We could easily find out who begs for who…”

He still hadn’t touched you yet, his hands placed on the shelf on either side of you- you could move out from the space if you so wished-

Despite the tension between the both of you, it seemed like… like he was waiting for you to make the first move, voice your consent, act on it 

How considerate, you thought to yourself as you let your sight wander to either side, checking for people 

Surprising you found Jung Wooyoung’s one possible redeeming quality like this, mind hazy and barely restraining yourself from kissing the living daylights out of him- 

Oh well, fuck it

A soft sound left Wooyoung as you curled your hand around the back of his neck and pulled his face to yours, lips meeting in a soft, hesitant kiss

How dare he be a good kisser too?

One hand reached up to cup your cheek and you instinctively tilted your head into the warmth of his palm as the kiss deepened

Unfair that he could take your breath away so effortlessly

There was nothing hesitant about the way Jung wooyoung kissed you back

Lips pressing more persistently against yours, teeth grazing your lower lip and pulling slightly before diving in again, hand now curled around the back of your neck

His other hand caressed your side and gripped your hips as he pressed you gently against the shelves, your arm slipping down to clutch at the front of his shirt as his body molded all too perfectly against yours

You could feel him everywhere

Everywhere 

From the way his lips had begun to land messy kisses against your jaw and neck, the hand on your hip tightening and slipping under your shirt to clutch at soft skin, hips flush against yours 

You couldn’t bring yourself to pull away from Wooyoung, your head spinning at the intoxicating feeling he brought with him 

The sensation of his mouth against your neck was almost euphoric, your head lolling back against the books and leaving you to pull your lower lip between your teeth, an almost futile feeling bid to keep silent, you’re still in public

Somehow your hands wound up in his hair, pulling the double-toned strands as his head dipped lower, a quiet groan from Wooyoung your only pointer that he liked it

So this is why he was so sure of himself, your mind temporarily blanking when Wooyoung’s teeth pulled against the sensitive skin, biting and sucking gently

A choked, uneven sound escaped your mouth when he pushed you harder against the shelves, hand reaching lower to squeeze your butt-

A smirk lit up his eyes as he straightened up to look at the line of red- blue blooming across your neck, then at you, cheeks warm and still biting your lip, looking resolutely away from his gaze

“Weren’t we supposed to be working on the project?” 

This little buzzkill.

//

You didn’t work on the project that night

You spent it in Wooyoung’s bedroom, getting railed within an inch of your life.

Not without the lack of the both of you being absolutely unable to keep your hands off each other on the way there 

Between the library and his dorm, you pulled or got pulled into shady alleys and corners for ‘another taste’ 

“Never again.” You warned him when he dropped you off at your dorm, you looking windswept from the wind of course and his hoodie up because of the cold not because his neck was more purple than tan-

Lies.

Your daytime dynamic remained the same 

But now with added benefits- 

He got to corner you after class, feel you up until you were gasping his name and then leave you hanging 

You got to make brazen moves under the table in the library whenever he got too snarky for his own good

He could ask nicely, you learnt. Broken groans and choked-up sounds would escape him when you ran your nails over his skin, soft and sharp and wanting and unyielding as you kissed your way down his body

Down his neck, over his chest, the hard planes of his stomach 

He would plead for more when you sucked him off, bucking his hips closer to you everytime you slowed down or stopped

Find him at the right time, though and he could just as easily return the favour

He would tease you relentlessly, hands ghosting everywhere dangerous and then pulling away just to watch you squirm and make grabby hands at him, a frown marring your kiss- swollen lips 

Leave conspicuous marks too high up on your neck for you to cover, dark enough for a day or two that even makeup left shadows

Spending a long, long time between your legs only to get up and start dressing, claiming to be late for class

Quickies were your religion at this point 

Janitors closets locked and hand covering your mouth to muffle your moans before a dance competition, empty bedrooms in frat parties with one of you getting pushed onto the bed

It was an infernal coupon from hell : Find one archrival, get a fuck buddy free of cost!

Of course, there were side effects

“Did you just walk out of that empty classroom with Jung Wooyoung? After class hours?” “We were studying for the midterms!!”

“Uh.. Wooyoung, who was that leaving the dorm building? at 1 in the morning?” “uh yEAH WE WERE DOING THE PROJECT YEAH.”

Yeah, a boyfriend sounds nice but an archenemy you can make out with in secret sounds ravishingly pleasing-

When the boy in question is a certain young man with double toned hair with a penchant for leather jackets and out-of-line snark, you couldn’t agree more.

Yes, this is a revamp and repost from my main account xD. Like I said, this was self indulgence to the peak 😩 I'm a tad whipped for snarky boy Jung Wooyoung 😀

Do lemme know what you think ^_^. xoxo, A💕

Possibly interested parties: @aliceu​ @whiteprincessofnohr​

(drop me an ask to be added or removed! )

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Pull Through Part 5

Please make sure you read the warnings in part 1❤️

"Fuck. Wake up boys, we're late." Becca's eyes fluttered open at the sound of Alex's voice, and the first thing she noticed was the warm chest her cheek was resting on, and the hand pressed against the small of her back. Luke groaned, and opened his eyes, looking down to see a mess of curls lying on top of him, and feeling Becca's t-shirt in his hand. She was on top of him, her blue eyes looking up at him in surprise. "Uh, morning." Luke grinned as Becca buried her face in his chest again, groaning into his t-shirt. They looked to their left and found Reggie staring at them, his hair sticking up in all directions. "Did you 

two...?" He pointed between them, eyes wide. Becca's jaw dropped in horror, and she jumped off Luke, accidentally kneeing him in the stomach. He groaned and buried his face in a cushion, hiding the furious blush spreading up his neck, while Becca smiled apologetically and ran a hand through her hair. "No, we didn't. Gross." Alex came in, car keys in hand, yawning and stretching his arms above his head. "Morning Bex. Luke, a word?" He shot a glare at Luke, who was now sat up on the sofa, rubbing his temples gently. He held his hands up towards Alex, and shuffled through to the bathroom, pulling his shoes on as he hopped. "Bex. Car. Now." Alex was pissed, and Becca sighed as she laced her converse, looking over her outfit. "I need to get changed. I have clothes in the l-" She was interrupted by Reggie dropping a bag on the floor from the loft, a collection of Becca's clothes from over the years. "Loft. Thanks Reg." She knelt down and started raking through the clothes, blinking desperately to keep herself awake. A few moments later, she'd yanked an old band t-shirt over her head, and tossed her curls into a messy ponytail, and was now trying to pull her shorts down in the mirror, groaning when they didn't budge. "I'm going to get dress-coded. Alex can I just skip?" Alex laughed from behind her and tugged her ponytail gently, crossing his arms as he leant against the wall. "Mom and dad are already going to kill me for having you out all night, the least I can do is force you to go to school." She stuck her tongue out at him, and gave up, hoping the tights would be enough the satisfy Ms Carlisle. The bathroom door opened, and Luke emerged looking slightly more awake than he had when they first woke up. He made eye contact with Becca and cleared his throat, glancing at Alex as she blushed and ran into the bathroom. "Seriously dude? The literal minute she turns 16 and you're after her." Luke shook his head and snorted. "Not a chance. You know how we see her. Little sister, all the way." He looked into Alex eyes, hoping his best friend bought it. They'd known since they were 12, Becca was totally off limits to the boys. Something about not wanting his little sister mixed up with rockstars- although he had a feeling that wasn't the actual reason. Becca listened to their exchange through the bathroom door, sadness clouding her eyes. She'd hoped that after last night, with Luke telling her all that stuff about being on stage, that they might have grown closer. She'd fancied the boy since she was 13- and over the last year, having shared a lot of laughs during rehearsals, she'd developed a full blown crush. But he clearly didn't feel the same.

"Bex! Where were you last night? I tried calling but your mom picked up, said you were studying..." Becca nodded slowly, realising that must have been the lie Alex spun to her parents. "Yeah, I had a ton of math work to catch up on." This was feasible. The entire class knew about Becca's turbulent relationship with the math department. Ray nodded and leaned up against the locker next to hers, taking in her appearance. "You're gonna get in so much trouble for that- Ms C is in an evil mood." Becca groaned and slammed her head against her locker door, shoving a textbook into her bag as she turned to face Ray. "I'll just avoid her. It'll be fine." He grinned and reached into his bag, holding out a messily wrapped box. "Happy birthday." She couldn't help but smile back at him, rolling her eyes and reaching out to take the box. "Thank you. You shouldn't have though, I told you I don't like my birthday." He shrugged and watched with eager eyes as she tore off the paper, opening her locker to throw it in as it fell. "No you didn't. Ray!" She threw her arms around his neck, the box pressed between them. "I noticed your wheels were looking kinda wonky the other day, so. Here you go. Can you come tonight? I'll put them on for you." Becca smiled at him and tucked a curl behind her ear. "Yeah, yeah I think so. Thank you, Ray." He'd gotten her a set of new wheels for her skateboard, which she desperately needed. A blowout with her dad a few weeks back had resulted in him tossing her board out the 3rd floor window, and had sent the front wheel off to the left, and she hadn't been able to fix it. Ray was a genius with boards, and had the most gorgeous hand painted designs. She slipped the wheels carefully into her bag and linked arms with him, letting him walk her to english. Luke watched the entire display from across the hall, his hand resting on the small box in his locker. It was stupid, just a little gift- but he thought she'd like it. It could wait, he decided, and he pushed his locker door shut a little too harshly, causing a loud clatter to echo through the hall. He swung his guitar case over his shoulder and headed for the music rooms, passing off on the AP english class he had with Becca. He couldn't watch her with that guy any longer.

The end of the day took it's time, but as soon as the bell went, Becca was out of her class and in her locker, desperate to get home. "Hey Mercer, you looked good last night." Becca looked up, surprised to find Will Thomas, star quarterback, smirking down at her. "Oh, hey Will. Thanks, I didn't know you were there?" He shrugged and ran a hand through his hair. It was similar to the move Luke frequently pulled, but Becca didn't find the action as endearing when Will did it. "Uh, I should get going." She turned to walk away, but he grabbed her wrist, holding her back. "I'm having a party this weekend. You should come." Becca looked at him in shock, her eyes wide, flicking down to the tight grip he held on her. "Oh, really? I'll see what I'm doing." He nodded at her, letting his eyes rake over her body unapologetically as she walked away, her right hand rubbing the wrist he'd held. Luke watched the interaction, once again from across the hall. Having lockers opposite each other wasn't the ideal situation he had originally imagined it to be. Slamming his locker door shut again, he followed her out the doors, face thunderous and hands thrust deep in his pockets. Becca was already at the car, complaining about something to Alex. "Why can't you just drop me off on the way home? I'll get food later." Alex rolled his eyes and gave her a push into the car, opening the trunk for Luke's guitar. "It's your birthday, mom and dad want to see you." Becca huffed and crossed her arms around her knees. She brightened slightly as Luke approached the car, but sank into her seat when she noticed his expression. Apparently everyone was having a bad day today. "What's up with your face?" Luke shrugged and leaned against the side of the car, avoiding having to sit next to Becca, instead waiting for Reggie to come out. "Teachers on my ass about work, that's all." Becca frowned; Luke never did work, and never cared when he was chased up for it. "What we doing this weekend? We don't have anything booked, do we?" Alex shook his head, dumping his jacket in the back and sighing as the californian sun once again defied all odds, and appeared just as they were hitting December. "Nothing booked, think we were just going to hang out at the studio." Luke nodded, risking a glance towards Becca, who appeared to be examining her ripped tights in great detail. Luke frowned as he noticed the large tear in the material- they'd been fine that morning. Reggie arrived at the car, grumbling about his government teacher, who'd told him he'd have to drop if he didn't buck up. "At least you actually go to class. Luke skipped english this morning." At the mention of his name, Luke's head snapped up, his eyes slightly brighter. She'd noticed his absence. "Where'd you go?" Luke shrugged and pushed the seat back as Reggie clambered in, dropping into the front seat. "Didn't feel like class." Becca rolled her eyes and leaned over Alex's seat, activating her most pleading puppy dog eyes, and resting her chin on his shoulder. "How come he gets to skip class? He's behind already, and I'm acing english." Alex chuckled and shoved her back into her seat. "Luke's older than you, and exactly. You're acing it because you go." Becca scowled and leaned on Reggie, reading the various scribbles running up his arms. Looked like he had a lot of homework. "How do you guys fancy a party this weekend? Heard Thomas is having one." Becca looked up as Luke began to speak, her eyebrows raised in surprise. Reggie frowned. "I thought you hated him? Said something about him being a-" Luke glared at Reggie in the mirror, sticking his lower lip out in such a childish way that Becca couldn't help her grin. "It's something to do. Bex got invited." Becca leaned over and punched him in the arm, scowling and glancing at Alex nervously. "Yeah as if she's going. You know what he's like." Becca groaned from the back seat and kicked Alex's chair, making him jump. "I can do what I want." All three of the boys laughed at the same time, and Alex started to drive off. Becca slumped in her seat and stared out the window. Sometimes having 3 older brothers wasn't ideal.

"Happy birthday darling!" Becca blinked in the sudden brightness as she walked into the kitchen, and found her mom standing beside the kitchen table, beside a birthday cake and a bunch of balloons. "Thanks mom." Julia smiled and pulled Becca into a hug, kissing her head and squeezing her tightly. "I have a shift later on tonight, but I thought we could have dinner together? And then Alex will take you over to Reggie's to study, but I want you to come home tonight, please." Becca nodded absentmindedly, sticking a finger into the icing on her cake. It was vanilla. "Is dad coming home?" Julia shook her head with a smile, and Becca noticed that her shoulders seemed more relaxed, and her hair hung around her face, a rare sight for the usually up tight Julia Mercer. "I got you something. It's on your bed." Becca grinned and hugged her mom one more time, before running out and up the stairs, nearly knocking Alex over in the process. "Woah, what's got you in such a rush?" Becca shrugged and kept running, barging through her door and squealing delightedly. Alex came racing in behind her, afraid that she'd gotten hurt. Becca was unwrapping a small parcel on her bed, not caring about the muddy soles of her converse. "No way." She held up a shoebox, laughing lightly to herself. "Vans? I'm trying to work out if this is some type of sick joke, or if she just asked around to see what kind of shoes skaters wear. Do you think this means she'll let me go?" Alex shrugged and smiled at the expression his little sister wore. She knew she'd have to wear them, so she wouldn't hurt their mom's feelings. But she also knew wearing them to the studio would mean getting ridiculed by Luke. "Fuck it. Are you eating with us?" Alex sighed and gave her a gentle smack round the back of the head, kneeling down to tie her laces. "Depends." Becca fell silent, and he felt her eyes on him. "He's not coming." Alex looked up and met her eyes, watching the grin slowly spread across her face. "Then of course I am. I'm not missing out on birthday cake." She cheered and jumped off the bed, waiting for him to stand up before throwing herself at his back and wrapping her legs around his waist. He hooked his arms through her knees and started to carry her down the stairs, stopping on the landing. "Not a word about last night. I want to speak to you about it in the car anyway, so keep your mouth zipped." Becca nodded and rested her chin on his shoulder. This was shaping up to be her favourite birthday yet. Cake, her mom, and her brother, with the promise of a trip to the skate park and a visit to the boys as well. Not to mention she got to wake up on top of Luke Patterson. Not that that's important or meant anything to her in the slightest, she reminded herself.

Skateboard in hand and new vans on, Becca headed out to Alex's car, happier than she'd felt in weeks. Even though he'd said no to the skatepark, Alex had said she could take her board and practice tricks in Reggie's backyard, as long as she was careful and didn't damage any plantpots. "So. About last night." Becca fidgeted in her seat, not sure where this was going. Was it about the performance? Or the drugs? Or Luke? It could be any number of things, none of them particularly high on her list of preffered car conversation topics. "When were you gonna tell me you could play like that?" Becca let out a sigh of relief. Definitely the least dangerous topic. "Uh, I didn't really know I could play like that myself, to be fair." Alex raised his eyebrows at her, and pulled out of the driveway. "I taught myself a little, and I spoke to some of the music teachers at school- they helped. But I dunno, I just really enjoyed it. Luke worked out I could play by himself, he found some stuff I'd written and forced me to tell him." Alex pursed his lips, and his eyes hardened. "Mmm. That's another thing. Luke." Becca groaned internally- she'd hoped to avoid this one. "What do you mean?" Alex shot her a look of pure disbelief, and she threw her head back against the seat. "Nothing, Alex. I promise. We came in late from the garden last night, and he was gonna sleep on the floor. I felt mean so told him to share the couch." Alex looked at her intently as they reached a red light, before shrugging and continuing the drive in silence. Becca watched out the window as the houses flew by, sighing wistfully as they passed the turnoff for the skatepark.

Luke watched as Reggie nearly fell over the railing in the loft for the fourth time, rolling his eyes and collapsing onto the couch. Alex had said they'd be there around 7, and had warned they better be ready or he'd be pissed. Luke jumped up as he heard a car pull into the driveway, sharing a look with Reggie, who was still sitting on the banister. The familiar roll of Becca's skateboard could be heard on the crazy paving , alongside the jingling of Alex's car keys, and then a scuffle and a screech, as Becca tripped. Eventually, the Mercer siblings appeared at the door, Becca's skateboard tucked under her arm, and Alex trying his hardest to suppress a grin. "Oh my god. Guys!" Becca's hands flew to her mouth as she took in the garage. The boys had spent the last few hours stringing fairy lights across the ceiling, and a painted banner hung across the rafters reading 'Happy Birthday Bex!' in Reggie's handwriting, thankfully. Reggie pulled her into a hug and ruffled her hair. "It's the least we could do." Alex pushed her into the studio, and towards the coffee table, where a messily iced cake sat, chocolate frosting layered thickly over the entire cake. Becca smiled to herself, a warm feeling spreading across her chest as it hit her that the boys remembered her favourite. "Did you make this?" She glanced at Luke suspiciously, who held his hands up and rolled his eyes at her. "Reggie's mom made it- but I iced it." She grinned and pulled him into a hug, letting her head rest on his chest as she breathed in his musky scent of cheap aftershave, and something distinctly boyish. "It's awesome. Thank you." Luke wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly, resisting the urge to stroke her hair. They stayed like that for a moment longer than was strictly necessary, until a look from Alex caught Luke's attention, and he jumped away, clearing his throat. "Where's Bobby?" Reggie shrugged and flopped onto the couch, watching Luke with a slight grin. The dark haired guitarist was walking around the back of the studio, scuffing the toes of his vans against the floor, as he watched Becca out the corner of his eye. The tension between them could literally be cut with a knife, but they still chose to ignore it. Even Alex had commented on it before, much to his own disgust. The idea of his baby sister dating anybody genuinely terrified him- and he knew what a flirt Luke could be. But as the drummer and bassist of Sunset Curve watched the two from opposite corners of the room, the only thought going through their minds was 'how long now.' The pair had been dancing around each other for years now. Luke had even taken Becca to her freshman, and her sophomore homecoming, with it now being an ongoing joke between them. Becca couldn't dance in the slightest. In fact, at both dances, they'd had to take a break so that Luke could ice his foot. He'd asked her by coincidence in freshman year because she'd been crying in the hallway after school, after a group of sophomores had teased her for going alone. By sophomore year, him and Alex were good friends, and they decided to do it as a joke. Junior homecoming was coming up, and he wasn't sure whether to ask her or not. He wanted to, but now that they were both aware there was something more there... it might be weird. Not to mention Alex would insist on being there with them. "We're not exactly speaking to him right now." Becca nodded at Alex's words, and let a hand drift up to stroke the edge of the banner strung up in the rafters.

"I got you something." Becca looked up, pleasantly surprised to see Luke's eyes boring into her own, a hint of worry floating in them. She smiled at him and tilted her head to the side slightly, swaying from left to right gently. "You shouldn't have. Thank you, though." Luke nodded and reached into his jacket pocket, handing over a small box wrapped in brown paper. "Meant to say earlier, nice kicks." He bumped the the worn toe of his vans against the fresh white of hers, smiling as she took the box from him with a brief eye roll. Becca felt her cheeks warming up as she stroked her thumb over her name, scrawled on top of the package in barely legible handwriting. She met his eyes again, and after an encouraging nod from Luke, tore the paper, and opened the box. She stared at the gift in silence, silently grateful that he couldn't see her expression. A guitar string lay coiled inside, resting on tissue paper. It had been cut, just about the right size to fit around her wrist. There was a charm hanging off it, three silver icons that made Becca's breath catch in her throat. A minature electric guitar, a pair of drumsticks, and a bass guitar. Her boys. A slight cough from Luke made her glance up at him, to find his cheeks on fire, and his lip in between his teeth. "It's not much- I saw the charms and thought of you, and I restrung my six string last week so I thought it would be cool, I get it if you don't wanna wear it of course, it's stupid-" He was cut off by Becca's arms being thrown around his neck, catching her in surprise and holding her tightly, feeling a smile spread across his face. "I love it, Luke. Thank you." They stepped apart, and Becca handed him the bracelet, holding out her wrist. "Can you?" He nodded and fiddled with the clasp, clipping it around her wrist. It fit perfectly. He didn't let go of her wrist, his thumb stroking over her hand as he admired the bracelet. It was pretty neat, if he said so himself. Alex watched their interaction from his spot on the couch, groaning internally. He knew it would only be so long until the two of them got over themselves, and the thought terrified him. He didn't want Becca getting hurt, and he knew Luke had a bit of a reputation. It was clear they liked each other- to everyone apart from them, apparently. Luke's attempt to lie to him that morning had been quite pathetic, even for him.

Bobby showed up not long after Becca and Alex had arrived, but he avoided giving her a hug, after multiple glares from Luke, who hadn't left her side all evening. The boys were rather cold towards him- they weren't happy he'd bailed on them for the gig. "Did you get on alright without me though? It didn't make a huge difference to the set, did it?" None of the boys got the chance to answer- Becca snorted loudly, and clapped her hands. "Ha, no of course not. They had me instead." Bobby raised his eyebrows, and looked her up and down appreciatively. "Woah, so you play too? Nothing like a girl who's good with her hands." He winked at her, and she gagged, while Alex punched his arm, and Luke clenched his fists. "In your dreams, Robert." Reggie grinned at Becca and fist-bumped her, handing her another cup of juice. Luke sighed and settled back onto his couch, trying to ignore the voice in the back of his head, telling him to floor Bobby. That wouldn't be the best way to end Becca's birthday. They sat there for a while longer, enjoying each other's company, until Alex looked at the clock and swore quietly. "It's getting late Bex, we should head soon." Becca glanced at the clock and frowned. It was only just after 8pm. She met Alex's eyes, but the slight frown on his face explained everything. "Right. Let's go."

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

Here’s a half formed thought about Calum going back to school at the same time as you during the crazy ass pandemic. Enjoy. 

Reader insert. No race or gender. 

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You were always going back to school. When you ran into Calum last year--though it really wasn’t you running into Calum; he was doing his grocery shopping and you checked him out--you knew being a clerk at the grocery store wasn’t the end all be all for you. 

What you had noticed over the couple of months is that whenever Calum seemed to be doing his grocery shopping, he always came through your line. It didn’t matter if you were the only line opened or on the weekends one of the several lines open, Calum was there. He started with small talk, asking you how your day was going. And you asked about his. He shocked you the first time he used your name. But you forgot that it was on your name tag. “Well if you know my name it’s only fair I know yours,” you teased. 

“Calum,” he returned easily, taking the brown paper bags after you carefully packed them. 

Sometimes you noticed his dog in the cart and asked about them. You learned his name is Duke and that he’s been affectionately dubbed Baby Grandpa by Calum. And eventually, though you hadn’t really meant to, you noticed things he bought frequently and whenever you happened across his path while walking to or from back break, you’d let him know if there was a sale going on. 

And thought it was only just friendly chat while you were on the clock, you were out pumping gas on your way to lunch with your friends when you heard your name. As you turned, there was Calum, walking out of the gas station, waving as he pushed his sunglasses back to cover his eyes. 

“Fancy meeting you here,” you laughed, waving in return. What you hadn’t expected as Calum walked across the lot to the pumps is that he would chat until the question of a date fell off from his lips. And sure Calum was attractive, and sure the conversation over the weeks while you checked out his items had turned a little flirty but you hadn’t expected that Calum felt anything remotely serious about you to ask you on a date. 

But you accepted. And there you were able to talk over a nice picnic that excluded Duke, but at your explicit disappointment at not seeing the old dog, Calum promised that next time, he would make sure to include Duke. That picnic lead to a movie, which lead to dinner, which lead to a date shopping for Duke because of the upcoming holidays, which lead to dinner at his place, and then hanging out with his friends for a quick drink one night, which lead to movie nights at each others place. 

And somewhere in all of it, you were dating Calum. He called when you had the closing shift at work to make sure you got home safely. Or if you spent the night, he’d make you breakfast, and he soothed your back as you hunched in front of your laptop to paid for applications for grad school. And he listened to the way you talked about knowing you couldn’t stay in this spot forever and he encouraged you go back to school. You could feel out that school was something that Calum was considering but he hadn’t been too serious about it. Not the band, the tours, the in the studio’s late--just never felt like he had the time.

Occasionally, you talked about some of the online courses you saw the schools had. But Calum hadn’t fully budged. By the time you got news about you going back to school, with funding, and sorting that news out with your job, Calum asked you if you thought he should give a crack at school. You told him the truth, that if he wanted to go for it, he should. And soon, things crumbled globally with the pandemic. And locked in the house most of the time, you dropped subtle and not so subtle hints that making those online classes might be closer and closer to coming true. 

Now you’re here, sitting at the dining room table, your printed out readings and books scattered in front of you. Calum’s on the couch. His notes on the coffee table. You’re in class, listening to the lecture headphones in and you look over to Calum, his class ended just as yours started. His fingers are working over the keys. 

He’s only in a couple of classes. And though you’re in one more class than him, there’s the added struggle of the work you do too. It’s administrative, but there’s meetings once a week and you still find yourself being offloaded onto with lots of small annoying data tracking tasks. It’s paying for school, so you do it with minimal complaints, but a few nonetheless. 

You’re so lost watching Calum working that you don’t even realize that the class you’re in is preparing for small breakout rooms until someone calls your name. You blink and turn back to the screen. “Sorry, zoned out. We’re discussing the reading, yeah?”

Your group nods and you manage to get back on track until the end of your class. Just as you’re closing down the Zoom app, at least for the half hour before your meeting for work, Calum calls out. “Class done?”

You nod, popping out the earbuds. “Yeah. Got that meeting for work soon though.”

He hums, glancing up from the screen. He seems tired. Most of your nights both of you are up kinda late. Though, you make sure to turn it in early and practically drag Calum to bed a couple hours later. He’ll get caught up, work way too late into the night and then have to be up early for band meetings too. “Want me to fix dinner tonight then?”

“It’s my night. I can still do it.” 

“You sure. I know you’ve got to fix that spreadsheet too and do your readings for the week.”

You shake your head. “I can still cook. Might even start during our meeting.”

Calum laughs, remembering the other times you turned off your camera and shuffled around the kitchen to cook in meetings or in classes too. “Nonsense. Almost done with this paper, so I’ll cook. But as an exchange, if you don’t mind, could you read over this? It’s only a response to a reading and it’s not super long or anything. But this instructor’s a fucking hardass.”

You nod. You’ve read over his papers before. Most of the times it’s just making sure he has correct citations and you might make a note about needing a thesis statement or needing more of his analysis between his evidence. But it’s not much that you ever feel like you need to mention on his papers. You’ve found, most often, what Calum needs is just someone to listen to his ideas so he can sort them out loud and then all you do is take down the notes of what he said. Listening to him talk about this philosophy class and Literature class is awe inspiring. He always has more questions than answers, but it’s those questions that always lead him to some pretty amazing places in his writing. 

“Is this the professor that got on you about the spacing on that first paper?”

Calum nods, pushing the laptop to the coffee table on top of his notes. “Yes! Even you couldn’t see what was wrong, so I still don’t understand what they got on me about. And I formatted the second outline in the exact same way and didn’t get any points taken off, so I really don’t understand.”

“Well, it could’ve been Google Docs. When you downloaded it into Pages, the formatting might’ve gotten wonky? But even the Pages document looked fine, so I really don’t know what happened there. But you’re doing it all in Pages now and then exporting to a PDF when you submit correct?”

“Yeah, I am. Thanks for that tip though. I didn’t realize Pages wouldn’t work in the submission center.” His shuffle into the kitchen is paired by the click of Duke’s paws on the floor. Calum presses a quick kiss to the top of your head. “Spaghetti?”

Holding onto his forearm draped around your chest, you nod. “Spaghetti sounds lovely.”

“I saw you staring at me while you were in class,” he whispers close to your ear. 

“What? You’re hot. Sue me.”

His chuckle is soft, a rumble in his chest that you feel through your back. “Most definitely can’t sue you over that. But don’t make me go in the office. I need you to pass these classes.”

“I appreciate the concern, dear. But I think I’m doing pretty good. Besides, I’m signed up for a random art history class. I can say you’re a piece of art I needed to analyze.”

The laughter’s not soft now, he full on giggles--a bit of it getting cut off as he inhales into the sound. “You’re ridiculous.” His lips are soft against your temple as he stands back up. “So spaghetti. Garlic bread is a must. Salad?”

“Ugh, I guess I do need veggies.”

“Yes, yes you do.” He continues into the kitchen, the clinking of pots hitting the isle’s of the stove and bowls, boxes, and jars setting onto the counter. 

“How’s the other class going? You guys starting your novels yet?”

“19th Century Lit is well, 19th Century Lit.” Calum seemed intrigued by the Evil Children’s class you told him you saw. But it had filled by the time Calum got his work schedule sorted out. He turned to 19th Century Lit as his backup, and so far, it appeared to be going well. “We’re spending the first part on poetry. And that’s the most interesting. The rest of the books sound a little boring.”

You hum, nodding even though he can’t see you. “Hopefully the class picks up. I took a look at the spring classes. If you want to focus more on poetry there’s a Modern Poetry post 1930′s class.”

The glance is quick, but his brows are pulled upwards, in a slight intrigue. “I’d consider it for sure.”

The alarm on your phone goes off, letting you know you have ten minutes until the meeting. You turn back to your computer and start logging into the meeting. “You haven’t had an assignment for that class yet have you?”

“No. The midterm’s coming up soon though and I don’t even know how to begin to study for it.”

You pop one earbud in making sure your mic is muted. “You know I got you, babe.”

“Yeah, but you’ve got your classes too. I-I might stop by the professors office hours and ask for help.”

“That’s always a good idea. Do you know when they are?”

“Tuesday’s and Wednesday’s.” You know he doubled checked them because he probably wouldn’t have that readily available from the first day of classes. “Gonna go tomorrow.”

Popping up from the chair, you press a kiss to his cheek, as the pan sizzles just a little and the pot of water not showing signs of bubbles just yet. “Love you.”

“Love you too,” Calum returns, pulling you fully into his chest for a swift kiss. “Now, go! You’ve got a meeting.”

“Meeting schmeeting. Would rather kiss you.” You kiss him one last time before ducking back into the chair and turning the camera on. You notice just faintly in the background Calum’s visible as he shuffles between pans and pots. Duke walks up to you, standing up to get attention. 

“Oh, you know I can’t say no,” you mutter, setting him in your lap.

“Is that Duke?” your supervisor asks. He’s crashed a couple meetings before. 

You unmute and hold him better for everyone to see. “Yeah. His pops is cooking us dinner and that lack of attention just won’t do.” 

“Hey, you say that like I don’t love him,” Calum retorts, threatening the back of your head with a spatula. You giggle before muting yourself and place Duke back into your lap, digging up the word document you’ve started for all the meeting notes. 

Your supervisor laughs. “Well I think he’s getting plenty of attention in the chat.” There are some more dings as people join the meeting. “Looks like we have everyone, so let’s begin.”

tagging @calumscalm because you might still be taking that exam, love. 

and @5-secondsofcolor bc sunday reads bubs. 

[a-collection-of-villainous-aus]

Coffee Shop au part four

(Segment one of three)

If I forget to tag something important please tell me.

(Present day)

(Small warning Acylius does use those he tortures for food for other demons and non mortal creatures to consume so if you have a problem with that then um just keep scrolling I guess ^^; )

What was this…that strange feeling of disappointment at seeing Black Hats chair being vacant; after all he’d only been there twice so it was not as if he was a regular customer, especially as they’d only been open for two days.

Why should the old demon stay until closing time anyway, just because he did it on the first day didn’t mean he’d do it again today, he had no reason to stay…Black Hat had been rather forward though, kissing him like that, not that he was complaining but , he wasn’t one to just play around and be used.

Friends with benefits was one thing, at least you knew where you both stood, and yet still, why did it feel so familiar, an old dream perhaps, after all who didn’t at least have one wet dream about the great Black Hat doing sordid things to your body right.

Especially with tentacles, while wearing priest robes.

Yes he had his kinks, but damn you if you tried to shame him for them.

He huffed, shoulders going slump, no this was ridiculous , feeling sad just because that idiot of a Gremlin just upped and left without so much as a good bye, Hat didn’t owe him anything and he didn’t owe Hat anything either.

Clearly he was crazy, he had finally fucking lost it, thinking of The Great Lord Black Hat owing him a good bye and a kiss on the cheek as if they were lovers, he’d just met the bastard.

No he needed to either relax or worry if the destroyer of worlds was going to ruin his café that’d he’d always wanted with his mischievous downright evil antics.

Acylius was currently grinding up their latest victim, a man who’d been abusing Nicodemus’s workers (don’t worry if you don’t know who that is I won’t be bringing him into this unless I need him for like filler scenes)

Body parts in neat piles on the counter top, ‘pork’ pies were on the menu tomorrow, this was Black Hat’s island so even the people knew some places the menu would cater to demons so if they saw the chalk was in red they knew it was demon cuisine, though of course there was always the daring person who’d ask for it anyway in which a waiver definitely had to be signed.

Hey, wasn’t going to be Acylius’s problem if they decided to off themselves on food that probably wasn’t for human consumption.

This particular man had been a pig and he was serving sow next week.

Vile beings needed to meet a vile end.

This was going to be a long night, he could manage though, at best he could manage on two nights of sleep during the week.

Currently the head of the meat sack was animated and still alive, the man was so far gone he’d reached that point of acceptance that this was happening and nothing could be done, so seeing his body being prepped for pastries and such was more amusing than anything.

“I’m a Legion demon Jake, that’s your name right?”

“Yeah.”

“So, anyway as I was saying I’m a Legion demon in this day and age that means nothing to most unless you are perhaps ancient or still follow the old ways, I have nothing to offer thee Great Lord Black Hat.”

Jake watched as the demon deboned, removed a hand and of his shaved one of his arms before washing it down to make sure all the hair was gone before slapping it into the mince meat maker.

“Last I heard your kind was like some kinda lucky charm right dude?”

“Yes, but he does not need that from me, if we did anything he would be interested in me for all of five minutes and bail, he is all shadows and darkness, I will literally spend weekends in my boxers eating cheese puffs if the week has been hard enough, hardly a turn on for someone like Black Hat.”

Acylius snapped while working on another piece.

“I dunno, some beings like to see their partners being able to feel that chill around them, but hey that’s just my jam you know, anyway stop whining, this guy is old as shit right, you don’t know, your Legion demon shit might actually put a huge boner in his pants.”

Jake taunted, smirking as he watched his killer bristle up, oooo hooo sensitive much.

You know those scenes in anime’s where the other character suddenly gets really tall, shadows where their eyes should be and their hair seems to just be blowing in the wind and there’s that broken glass sound sometimes.

That’s Acylius’s reaction as his mouth turns into a ground out grin that’s splitting wider and wider along where the scars are, ironically that injury is the reason he can smile this wide now when the demon in him starts to show.

Jake was going to die, he was already he dead he knew it so why not torment him just a little more and get it over with

“Awww no I know what it is baby demon, you want a daddy you can suckle on and-

Acylius brought the meat tenderiser down on Jake’s head repeatedly until there was only pulp left, brain matter and blood were splattered across his apron with a few deep scarlet streaks going across his cheek, how brightly the red stood out against the snow white skin.

He was staring at the mess he’d made, panting softly, pupils thin and biting his lip, alright maybe he’d enjoyed that a little too much, he frowned though when he saw the pies had been covered to, well perhaps they would still be salvageable.

Scraping the remains of the head into the bin marked biohazard he pulled the bag out and set it down getting rid of other pieces he no longer required, tomorrow non human waste disposal would be picking up the remains anyway.

Demencia had caught the show and was leaning on the door.

“Looks like you got a little too into that Lulu, sure you don’t want to tenderise me on the surface.”

(NOTE, Acylius’s nick name Lulu was made last year in November 2019 because my friend had trouble pronouncing his name, so I tried to think of a name that he’d only let close friends and loved ones call him and that’s where that comes from, not Helluva boss, just thought I’d point that out as there’s a Lulu world and Loo Loo land)

“Not now Demencia, I’m not in the mood for your jokes.”

Acylius ran his fingers through his hair, regretting it once he remembered oh yeah covered in blood; a shower would definitely be needed before bed.

“Ah I see, so the head got sassy huh?”

Flug, because yes reminder Acylius is Doctor Flug, paused at the backdoor and pouted

“Might have, he also said some very offensive words that I did not appreciate.”

Demmy folded her arms, shaking her head and smiling

“Well you showed that head who’s boss, now hurry up binch I want my cookies and hot chocolate, it’s late.”

Flug lovingly gave her the finger as he walked out the door while telling her she had two hands she could do it herself.

The back alley was dimly lit, not that he couldn’t see or choose to focus his vision to see clearer but sometimes it was nice just to appreciate light that softly glowed and curled around corners to take in the world in all different ways and settings…oh he missed rain, there hadn’t been any in nearly two months now, he missed how things glowed, street lamps became brighter and car lights so red and vibrant against the grey trailing along winding roads of shimmering black.

Perhaps it would soon when the snow had melted, he’d go for a long drive and listen to the rain hitting the roof of his car, patting against the windows, listening to the quiet tick, tick, tick of the vehicle when he switched on the indicator.

Yeah just drive out the middle of nowhere, strip down and run in the rain or just let it soak into his clothes as his breath streamed out in wispy clouds…

Ears twitching he heard a late party of drunks making their way home, he watched them pass by, they were completely unaware of him, if he were perhaps a rabid sort of demon they would be easy pickings, but that was not his game, at least not tonight, there was no scent that told him a wrong doing had been done, just a group of friends heading home for bed.

Snow had fallen in the tracks left by the bustling day life of the people around here and now in the silence he wondered was he lonely, Demencia’s offers had sometimes had been all too tempting simply out of need for comfort and to be close to someone, sometimes it seemed she needed it just as much as he did when they’d just lean on each other and complain about their day.

Looking up he found someone watching him from the shadows, well more saw a pair of eyes, completely yellow, no white to be seen, oranges and reds, as if he were looking at the sun, shivering as a breeze rolled through he pulled down his sleeves, goose bumps rising, a tingling down his spine, just the little things that reminded him he was alive, he was not afraid of what lingered in the shadows, there was no sense of danger.

Perhaps they were a Legion fan , someone caught off guard by his appearance, after all Flug knew his scars could be quiet unsettling to some people…though come to think of it he did sense an air of fear about this being, still they were wide and unmoving.

Really the sensible thing to do would be to just go inside and ignore this creature, yet something kept him there a longing to talk to it, placing the garbage into the bins he smiled just a little

“You know stranger, you remind me of someone…someone I feel like I should know.”

Acylius’s ears lay flat as he heard them softly whimper, it sounded so sad.

“I am sorry, I was not being offensive I assure you, this person I speak of was very kind, at least he was in the dream, I dreamt when I was little , funnily enough a night like this, Mother had locked me out…”

He held one hand in the other looking at them, fingers curling around his thumb

“My fingers were so cold and red I could barely feel them, or the rest of myself to be honest…heh you probably do not want to hear the tired ramblings of an out of date demon.”

“No, please continue.”

There was silence again, that whispered voice, it comforted him, made him feel at ease, this indeed truly was a strange day.

“Mother had locked me out, I didn’t cry or beg her to let me back in, I knew she would not open the door, so I laid down cheek to the snow, despite being almost numb my face burned, my face…”

Tracing along his scars as he recalled the moment could not help but wince

“I had to be careful still they had barely healed by that point, but I remember how good the cold felt on them, red and angry they seemed to only be satisfied when pressed to the freezing earth, I knew that night or at least believed I was going to die and…I was alright with that until I saw a pair of eyes just like yours.”

Acylius took a step forward only stopping when he saw this being step back

“They were gold, I thought they were so beautiful , I thought maybe the angels we were told about were not so bad if they could come for something like me, his claws hands reached down for me but I didn’t see his face, all I heard was that I was coming home with him and his name…his name was…”

Acylius held his head in his hands, scrubbing them down his face

“His name was Cruentus.”

When he looked back at where the eyes had been there was only darkness, the demon in the dark had disappeared so quickly he wondered for a moment if they’d even been there.

No, nope, nope, that dream was not real, that being was not Cruentus, it was all coincidence and he was just exhausted, yes that was it, perhaps he should sleep tonight, or maybe he’d snacked on too much of Jake while he was working, or had too many sugary treats either way, it was pies in the fridge and off to bed.

Opening the back door he locked it behind him, ignoring the fact Demencia was chomping on one of the pies, after all she knew what was in them if she wanted to eat it that was up to her, his mind was elsewhere.

“Mmmm you tenderized this one good, Legs, nice and juicy.”

Usually her friend would react to that name, at least grunt or gently nudge her and tell her not to call him that, something was clearly bothering Acylius.

“Legs?”

Demencia asked gently, placing a hand on his shoulder, only for him to turn and pick her up by the front of her shirt, snarling as he did so

“Do not call me that name!”

Looking down at him, Demencia could really see something wasn’t right here, was he remembering something to do with that name, like it had always annoyed him, but that glare, the disheveled hair and fangs all bared …honestly in another situation he would be hot as fuck…alright she was already thinking he looked hot as fuck but this was not the time or place.

Touching Acylius’s face lightly, she watched as his ears flicked, his breathing was ragged, his eyes returning from being solid blue to having pupils and irises again, her hands were warm and comforting and he found himself leaning into them, lips pressed against her palm…she was there to ground him in his bad moments and he could never thank his friend enough for that.

“You mind setting me down you tree.”

Demencia laughed softly.

He carefully set her back down and pulled her in for a hug

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I would never hurt you, never.”

Nuzzling against his chest and wrapping her arms around him, patting his back

“Hey, hey now, none of that you dumb tree, I know you have gaps in your memory, did you remember why do you don’t like that name?”

“Hate, I don’t just dislike that name, I hate it…all I can hear is someone called Vincent and they make me curl up and die, I have no face only a voice, if I ever heard it…I would know…”

Flug was quiet, taking in just how small she was against him, reminding him how small most were against him like this, his talons formed, slowly stroking her hair, playing with the fuchsia overlay, down to her neck where it faded to lime green, such an interesting choice of colours to wear in ones hair.

“You already know I just appeared back into existence, as if the world itself birthed me, I was somewhere forgotten…and seeing Black Hat today, I think…no it is a stupid notion to think he could see me as anything.”

He kissed the top of her head, thankful that she had not let go, Demencia was the one being who never seemed to be afraid of him, who he knew he could trust and rely on in these moments where memories were trying to break through the surface and suffocated when they could not make it.

“I am a Legion demon, no more than a trinket in the end, I am a nothing in his world and I am okay with that, I have a nice peaceful life and a coffee shop just like I always wanted…”

He sat with her on the counter, as she sat on one of his thighs

“This is just a hug, you don’t need more right?”

Demmy enquired, slightly hopeful because who didn’t want to climb him, honestly, he was an idiot for not seeing he didn’t need to be some grand demon to be wonderful.

“Yes, just a hug…I wish I could say I grew up in a loving home with Christmases like in the movies, that I could tell you my life’s story, talk about a time I scraped my knee when I was small and had a mother who put cute cat plasters on me just because I like cats.”

She listened and let him stroke her hair, it’d always calmed him to pet soft things, so perhaps she might use shampoos that were just a little pricier than she’d usually buy simply to make sure her hair was soft for these broken moments no one else saw.

Even though he was not sobbing, made no notion he was crying, the damp warmth on her shoulder told her otherwise.

“I want to tell you the times my Father took me for ice cream, my first kiss with the person I fell in love with, something…anything, but there’s nothing there.”

She listened attentively until he had nothing left to say, carefully taking his hand from her scalp; Demencia held his face and looked at him

“Damn Sillyus, they really did send you back with nothing more than a leaflet.”

“I suppose, but I have so much to thank you for, when you found me on that street, I only remembered enough to get by, to survive, but you helped me to settle into this time and be a part of the modern world.”

Acylius kissed her forehead before pressing his to hers, eyes closed as he whispered

“I’m so tired of being lost, of being unsure of what I am, who I am, I just want to bake, make coffee and kill people in my basement, I think fortune smiled on me for a moment when you found me, I think I might just give you the world if you asked.”

“Awww come on dude, sounds like a love confession here, I have bills to pay off and knew there was a darker side in me, you’re the Sweeny to my Lovett.”

She teased fondly, lightly smacking the back of his head, smiling as he managed a laugh

“I guess I could agree platonically with that.”

“But honestly Slender Man, babe if you wanted to plant your tentacles and leave your seed in me I wouldn’t say no.”

Acylius rolled his eyes and shook his head, using a tea towel to wipe his face

“Honestly woman you are bloody hopeless.”

“Yeah but you love me all the more for it.”

She grinned punching him playfully on the shoulder

“Perhaps I do, but I am not as hot as you like to say I am, I hide my face, I hate when people look at my scars and pity me.”

Demmy raised a brow and climbed off of his leg, flicking his forehead

“I know you like to hide your face behind glamour and tricks but you’re beautiful even if you don’t see it dumbass, I’m starting to wonder what the fuck happened outside that had you coming back in as if someone stole your last apple crown and there’ll never be another one again on the face of the planet.”

She put the kettle on and took out the upside down pineapple cake; this was definitely a cake and tea situation

“First of all, do not say such blasphemous things, life would not be worth living without apple crowns, second of all…I think, I know I said there’s nothing there but I think I might have had a memory about my childhood involving Cruentus.”

Demencia nearly dropped the mug she was holding, setting it down she turned to face him

“Holy fucking shit, you mean thee fucking Cruentus, Hellhound butler, Hell Knight, works for the brooding clearly wants you to nail his ass Black Hat, that Cruentus…ahh I hear he has eyes like the fucking sun.”

Acylius gave her a deadpan look, hands on hips as he stood, looming over her, trying to look seriously only for it to falter

“You Demmy are just horny on main.”

“So what if I am? Gonna call me a slut like my last partner?”

She swatted away his playfully prodding hand.

“No, I never understood why it’s perfectly fine for men to have as many partners as they wish but seen as something terrible when a woman just wants to enjoy her life the same way, society is mad…also no more jokes on Black Hat you wicked beastie.”

Demencia would be lying if she didn’t admit his ability to shift from one mood to the other sometimes made her head spin, but it was clear he’d needed that moment to talk, shrugging she turned back to the kettle

“Alright, alright I’ll behave at least for now, I mean it’s clear the big bad doesn’t want you, how could he possibly want you…even though anyone with eyes could see he kept checking you out and every single coffee you brought him in hopes your stupid number was on it somewhere.”

Demencia couldn’t help but stifle a giggle at his sounds of huffing and frustration and heard him sit at the table, she did know there was stories, legends really by this point of Cruentus having a son, but you literally had to pour through footnotes and any books that might have had more information had been removed from shelves and privatized under the order of Black Hat himself.

End of segment one

(I'll try and type up segment two tomorrow)

[lambourngb]

How bout some Michael POV for your masterpiece?!!!

This takes place during chapter 2, Michael has just exited the mindspace and is waiting for the agents to question him. 

“I take my last chance, to burn a bridge or two”

Michael had passed the point of exhaustion both two days and ten years ago. 

The thin, plastic covered cushion in the holding cell at Chaves County Sheriff's Office had the same feel of familiar comfort as his camp bed mattress in the Airstream, both places adequately met his needs after a bender or a brawl. He was never one to shy away from dropping into oblivion, met in the bottom of the bottle or at the end of a long night of working on his ship, until today. Closing his eyes meant slipping into the almost hypnotic state of the mindspace, and then he would hear her voice again.

His mother. Golden and whole for a moment. She was the energy between his cells, the original instructor of his atoms, funneling life into him; to grow and be strong.

“Oh my beloved son, oh you’re here, you’re here already grown and bound, I’m here, but no time, not enough time, there’s so much you should know my beautiful boy, I love you, I love you so much, I will always love you, now go, run, run for me.”

His eyes snapped open as the burn of tears threatened again. Goddamn it, he didn’t have time for that. Taking a deep breath, he stared up at the unremarkable ceiling to force his mind to go quiet. It was an old building, but built soundly. Not a crack in the plaster, not a flaw to betray its age. It housed the broken, who knew where home was but stayed away in the arms of intoxication; the evil, who knew home as a place for violence or thievery, and the lost, who longed for a home but never found the way back. All those souls gathered under its roof, this solid roof that sheltered without wear or tear.

At one time Michael had been all of those; deep into the dark warmth of drunk, or full of crooked wagers from dice games, he had even been picked up on a cold night a time or two with nowhere to go. Marked by violence in a tool shed, the system shocked with such a hard shove on his orbit, that he was knocked forever from the path he once had as a teenager, left to wander in all of those grim directions. 

Once upon a time his English teacher assigned to the class, near the end of term with graduation nipping at their heels, some busy work in the form of a ‘where do you see yourself in ten years’ thought experiment. His hand had sketched out a good job, college degree, and a house, while his mind traveled the fantasies of holding the small hands of a child, of helping pat dirt down over a buried seed in his garden, of Alex, always Alex, playing his guitar on the back porch-

Fuck. His bare left hand, now whole and hale, mocked him.

Michael wrenched his mind back to the present, and dug out a crumpled handkerchief from his pocket to wrap over his left hand. He tied a knot, pulling it tight with his teeth. A bitter smile crept over his mouth, using his teeth again for the grip he lost in his hand was familiar at least.

Hopefully whatever trouble that Max was in, was teaching him a lesson in meddling where he wasn’t wanted. High on power Max thought to heal his hand, but took no care to think about the damn consequences of everything, of Noah, of the things Noah was up to in Roswell. He flexed his hand again, the tight constriction of the fabric felt comfortably close to how the scar tissue pulled and tugged over his ruined knuckles. Already there were too many questions to answer, he didn’t need one more on his hand. 

As angry as he was at Max, he couldn’t help but hope that the flash of pain/wrong/vacuum wasn’t so serious that he couldn’t be useful now. Ride into the Sheriff’s Office, explain away the questions to his boss about Noah and Racist Hank, so Michael could be released without need of Alex and Alex’s story.

Goddamn it Alex. Showing up at the Wild Pony, those hopeful dark eyes turning wounded and betrayed as he realized that just because he didn’t see Michael as suitable, someone else did. Like he had the right to protest Michael moving on from them. It wasn’t Michael saying that they couldn’t be together because of Michael’s record, and it certainly wasn’t Michael saying that their relationship wasn’t worthy of a pyrotechnic breakup. 

And yet. When the pyrotechnics were happening, Alex was there. Immovable. Saying everything that Michael had longed to hear for ten long years.

“I love you. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to protect you and I would give anything to have this story be true, that you were mine all along.”

A tear slipped down his unshaven face as he blinked rapidly. Alex was so stupid, how could he miss the fact that Michael had been his? Across the years, through two different battlefields, and after Alex had finally come home, Michael had worn two concrete boots, Alex and Isobel. Each his own anchor to this planet, as he worked to complete his ship.

The door swung open, startling Michael off the bunk, as a tall, dark haired man was escorted into the room by Agent Ross, who shot Michael an annoyed look. “Just knock on the door when you’re ready.” 

The imposing cut of the military uniform and densely packed square of ribbons on his chest sent a shivered down Michael’s spine. It was only just over two days since Michael had been involved in the destruction of a secret military operation. 

“Michael Guerin?” 

“Depends on who is asking.”

“I’m Major Mark Torres, attached to the JAG office at Kirtland Air Force Base.” The officer tucked his cover under his arm and held his hand out toward Michael. 

None of what this Mark Torres said made any sense to him. Kirtland was three hours away, Holloman was the closest base to the Caulfield facility. Michael lifted his eyebrows mockingly, but made no move to step closer to the open cell door, “That’s nice and all, but I’ve got nothing to say to anyone until my lawyer shows up.”

An amused smirk flitted over his mouth, “I am your lawyer, Alex sent me.” Instead of waiting for a response, Mark entered the cell and took a seat on the bunk, turning to Michael with a patient expectation. He placed the brim of his cover next to Michael’s black cowboy hat and then pulled his slim briefcase into his lap.  “I admit, this isn’t how I expected to meet you, the infamous Michael.”

“Alex got me an Air Force lawyer?” The rest of that implication, that Alex had spoken of them to anyone in the past, let alone someone in the service was too much to even think about.

“I’m a lawyer who’s in the Air Force, and I’m doing this in the civilian court system pro-bono,” Mark replied easily, and popped the fasteners of his briefcase open to pull out a yellow legal pad and a pen. “Now that we’ve covered why I’m here, let’s talk about why you’re here. Tell me everything you know about Noah Bracken, what your connection to him, why the police might think you’re involved with his disappearance, and why they found a body when they came to question you.”

Michael stared at Major Mark Torres for a long moment, weighing his extremely limited options. The distant place inside him, where his faint connection to Max lived, was still and empty. He rubbed his wrapped fist against his face before sighing as he took a seat next to him. Alex said to trust him that he would get Michael out of this, and whatever mess that lay between them after Caulfield and now Maria, Michael believed wholeheartedly that Alex didn’t make promises he couldn’t keep.

As a rule Alex Manes didn’t make promises at all, to anyone, least of all to Michael.

“I know Noah Bracken, I mean everyone does in this town and I have a record, petty shit obviously, but that’s enough I guess for them to suspect me. But I have an alibi, I was with my boyfriend all night- hell, I’m with him every night. We’re kinda makin’ up for lost time since he was in Iraq, until well-”

“You’re referring to Captain Alexander Manes, correct?” Mark asked, scratching notes down on his pad without looking up.

“No one calls him ‘Alexander’, but yeah. Alex.” Michael licked his lips almost nervously, before he took a deep breath. This was the easy part of the alibi. “Alex is everything to me. I fell in love with him when we were seventeen, and I never stopped fallin’.”

“He did mention you were a romantic.” Mark nodded in approval of Michael’s words and capped his pen, “let’s start with the last time people saw Bracken in public at that-, good God, this town has a museum dedicated to aliens? What a thing to celebrate. Anyway, Alex tells me you’re a mechanic, that you can fix anything you put your hands on, were you at the gala for business purposes?”

Michael stuttered a little, feeling his face heat in embarrassment. He wasn’t used to anyone singing his praises, let alone a complete stranger. What did Alex say to this guy? “Um I helped do the lighting and sound for the organizer, Isobel. Um, Isobel Evans-Bracken. I left Alex at home, err, my Airstream ‘cause he doesn’t really enjoy the dog-and-pony show even though there was free booze. I gave a friend a ride home, Maria Deluca, and then spent the rest of the evening with Alex. In bed.”

His pen never stopped moving, “and last night, when this Hank Gibbons ended up dead, you were with Alex again? At your Airstream again?”

“Yeah, um, Alex lives pretty far out of town, and I had work in town. Um, during the week he spends a couple nights at mine, on weekends we’re at his place. Compromise.” 

Spinning this fairy tale of shared residences to Torres, of disappearing to Alex’s cabin on the weekends and splitting the time apart during the week renewed an ache inside Michael. The slow turn of a bolt, burrowing into his heart as the threads of the light caught on hope and corkscrewed deeper into place. 

“No one can corroborate that, correct? Other than Alex?” 

“We’ve been keeping our relationship quiet. For personal reasons.”

This time Mark’s pen came to a halt, and he looked over to Michael with a sad understanding smile, “I’ve met Alex’s dad. He’s a first class prick. I’ve never met anyone more different from Alex in my life.”

“That’s for sure. Niger can have him. In fact, I hope he gets Ebola over there.” His eyes glanced up to the video camera on the corner before dropping to Torres again. Michael paused, hedging the risk of this disclosure, before continuing, “I’m not a violent man, but if I were, I wouldn’t bother with the town lawyer or the local racist asshole, it would be to protect Alex from that guy.”

Mark followed his gaze to the camera and back, before nodding. “I think I know all I need to know about you, Michael. Let’s go clear this up with the locals and get you released.”

*** 

“You were with Captain Manes all night? You didn’t leave at all?” Agent Ross asked quietly, his thin face placid, while his partner, Agent Rollins barely held back the curl of disgust from his face. 

“Have you seen Alex? Like dude, I know I’m punching way above my class with him, you would have to be crazy to leave a bed that had him in it.” Michael smirked, fiddling with his hat on the table. Next to him, Major Torres stayed quiet taking notes.

“And he can confirm that?”

“Yes. I know he didn’t let you have a good look, but my Airstream isn’t big enough for him to miss me leaving. Trust me. We were together all night.”

“Let’s go back to the fight you had with Mr. Bracken-”

“Man, that’s bullshit, okay?!” Michael cut him off, “I did not have a fight with Noah, and whoever says differently is lying.”

Mark set down his pen to touch Michael’s hand lightly, before looking at the two agents evenly, “one eyewitness, on a dark night, does not overturn the alibi provided by Captain Manes. Let’s move on, shall we?”

“This relationship you’re in with Captain Manes, he’s alluded to the fact that it was kept secret. I find that rather convenient, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s trying to help out a friend. Maybe cover up the fact you were having an affair with the wife of our missing lawyer?” Rollins smirked, exchanging glances with his partner. 

It took a moment before Michael could catch the inference, and then only Mark’s tight grip on his wrist kept him in his seat. “Wait?! You think I’m lying about Alex to cover up for an affair with Isobel? What the fuck, man? Number one, that’s gross on a number of levels, number two, Alex is the most stubborn man alive, but he’s also the most honorable. He wouldn’t do that for anyone, especially not about adultery. He could get court martialed for that shit.”

Ross picked up his turn to provoke, offering another even almost-bored question to Michael, “I see, you deny that an affair was going on with Ms. Bracken. So you’re not attracted to women then?”

“I don’t see how that’s relevant,” Torres protested. 

“Mr. Guerin opened the door earlier, basing his alibi on how attractive a bed partner Captain Manes was.”

Michael took a deep breath again, pushing down the nettled feelings of exposure. Of all things he thought he would be discussing at the sheriff’s office, this wasn’t anywhere on the list. “Not that it’s relevant, but I’m bisexual, yes. I’m also monogamous. It’s not that difficult to understand. I love Alex, I wouldn’t cheat on him with anyone.”

“So on the night of the Gala, that was thrown by your platonic good friend Mrs. Bracken, you were there, without Captain Manes, but in the company of a Ms. Maria Deluca. Another platonic friend, I assume. Do you remember anyone bothering Mr. Bracken? Someone who might have wanted to harm him?”

***

Hours later, after they had combed through every minute of Michael’s time at the gala and the night before when Hank Gibbons was at the Wild Pony, the agents finally concluded their questions and granted his release from temporary custody. There was still an air of disbelief from both agents regarding his alibi being with Alex.

From the outside, Michael couldn’t blame them. Even setting aside his spotty employment record, rap sheet, and history of being in care of the state, anyone with eyes could see that Alex Manes was a man who could have his pick of partners. Why would he pick the outcast of Roswell? It didn’t make sense to Michael that was for sure, and that had been true almost from the beginning.  

“This was fun, Agent Rollins. Let me know if you want me to go over my movements from the other night again, and Alex’s even better movements. I can really open up on that, if it helps,” Michael offered, stomping the blood back into his boots as he left the interview room eagerly.

There was some satisfaction in seeing out of the corner of his eye, Agent Rollins looking as if he had bit into a lemon. 

Next to him, Torres grabbed Michael’s forearm with a warning squeeze and steered him down the hall where Alex was waiting with a worried expression. “What my client means is, you have my number if you wish to schedule a follow-up interview. We’re happy to cooperate in any investigation, especially if it leads to Mr Bracken returning safely home.”

Alex’s eyes flickered from Torres’s hand on his shoulder to the agents and back to Michael, but there was a hint of smug satisfaction in those dark eyes. Somehow Michael knew that Alex was holding back amusement over his graphic words to the bigoted agent. Well, there was no sense in not completing the performance.

He moved into Alex’s space comfortably, and brought his hands to Alex’s neck to draw him into a kiss. His last memory of kissing Alex, had been handled and revisited to the point of being thread-bare before being set aside as an old fantasy out of reach. Feeling Alex’s arms come up and hold him close, sent shocks down his fingertips as he cupped Alex’s chin to hide the chasteness of the kiss from view. 

Alex wasn’t playing fair in return. 

Those big, firm hands of his slid up Michael’s back, and threaded into the sweat-thick curls of his hair. Michael felt Alex’s lips part against his, that clever hot mouth opening to Michael, and nothing tempted Michael more in that moment, than following Alex’s lead. 

That long bolt of the lie, turned deeper inside him, shredding the few safeguards he had in place. Alex loved him, Alex wanted to protect him, Alex had never stayed before- so many truths, so many reasons he wasn’t able to trust this especially now. Michael kept his mouth closed, and after a second, he felt Alex back away. They were good at that at least, retreating.

Alex’s cheeks were warm, probably from the public nature of the kiss, even as his face showed only the firm resolve of their shared story. His eyes drifted down, playing his role of a shy lover with Michael expertly. “You uh, ready to go home then?”

“Long past ready, darlin’.” Michael exhaled tiredly, already wondering how he was going to make it through this without losing more of his heart than he had to spare in the process. He reached for the familiar weight of his hat in his hand, and tipped it to the still watching agents. 

[miraculous-ladybug-bitches]

You’ll Come Running Back (to me)

“Hey.”

“Hey,” he responds, sitting down next to her. They were sitting on the ledge of the astronomy tower, and she laced her fingers through his.

“I can’t believe we’ll be done with school soon.”

“Me neither,” he says, leaning against her softly. She weaves her fingers through his hair, and he practically purrs.

“Time really flies, huh?”

***

Year One: Great Hall, Sorting

“Adrien Agreste!” the Headmistress calls. He gives Marinette a nervous look before hopping up to the stool where the Sorting Hat was waiting for him.

It pushes for a moment, then: “Hufflepuff!”

This comes as somewhat of a shock, at least to anyone who didn’t know him personally- as the heir of two purebloods who were esteemed tailors, and had their wa y into the Ministry, everyone thought that he would be in Slytherin, just like his ancestors before him. To Marinette, though, it was obvious. Adrien was a kindred soul, much like his own mother, and he was hardworking.

“Alya Cesaire!” is called a few people later. Marinette squeezes her friends’ hand before Alya walks up to the stool, somewhat confidently (though Marinette knee that most of it was pure bravado). The hat barely touches her head.

“Gryffindor!” Alya grins before walking over to the Gryffindor table. Marinette waves, then proceeds to zone out until her name is called.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng!” Marinette walks up to the stool, hoping that she appears calm and relaxed to anyone watching.

‘Hmm,’ the Hat says to her in her head, ‘a kind soul, though brave when faced with challenges. Strong, and a thirst for intelligence, but ambitious and clever. A difficult one, indeed, though my choice is clear.’

“Slytherin!” Marinette smiles and waves to Nino in the hoarde of people. She walks over to the Slytherin table and watches as Nino walks up soon after.

The hat stalls for a few moments- if Marinette had to guess, between Gryffindor or Hufflepuff. And surely, a few moments later:

“Hufflepuff!”

She watches him make his way across the room and sit down next to Adrien.

***

Year Two: Hallway

“Hey! Alya, wait up!” Marinette calls to her. Alya stops, and turns around to see who was calling her. She brightens when she sees Marinette.

“Hey, girl, it’s been a while!” she says as she links their arms together, after Marinette catches up to her.

She smiles. “Yeah. What’ve you been doing? Has your class started doing your Patronuses? The professor said that our class would start next week since we’re so ‘rowdy’ or whatever.”

“Yeah! We started yesterday, and so far I’ve only been able to produce some light, but sometimes I can see the shadow of an animal! I think it’s a fox.”

“Cool!”

“So have you seen the boys recently?” Alya asks. The smile fades from Marinette’s face.

“I saw Adrien last week and we talked for a while, but Nino’s only getting around to approaching me again. I think that he still thinks that because I’m a Slytherin I’ve turned evil? I dunno.”

Alya sighs, “Yeah. I talked to him a little while ago, and he told me that he was uncomfortable with the people you hang out with or something.”

Marinette frowns. “I bet he’s talking about Chloe. She was a brat when we were younger, but she has changed. And besides, who else am I supposed to hang out with from my house and year? It’s not like there’re that many of us.”

Alya laughs. “Yeah, I know what you mean. I tried to hang out with Alix and Kim, but they’re too competitive, so I found a friend a year above me. She’s really nice. And besides, Chloe’s definitely not the worst you could do- like, you could hang out with Lila,” she says, the name hissed like a curse.

“Speaking of, there she is. I should go before she starts saying how she talked to the Minister or some bullshit.”

“Bye!” Alya falls as Marinette practically sprints down the hall.

***

Year Three: Library

“Hi,” Marinette says quietly, walking behind Nino. He practically jumps out of his chair. “How are you?”

“Oh, hi, Mari,” he responds, relaxing slightly. “I’m good.”

“What class are you studying for?” she asks as she sits down across from him, pulling out her own textbook, parchment, quill and ink pot.

“Divination, you?” She finishes setting her stuff up and looks back at him.

“Defense,” she responds, “I kinda suck at it though. Can you help me?”

He nods. They spend hours poring over textbooks together before the librarian tells everyone that the library would be closed soon.

“Hey, Nino?” Marinette asks as they walk together. He faces her. “Yeah?”

“Are you still scared I’ll turn evil?”

He laughs. “Merlin, no. Not anymore, at least. And you have Adrien to thank for that.”

She relaxes, and her grip on her books loosens slightly.

“That’s good. I’m not going to go evil, I promise,” she says, then, joking: “maybe my housemates will drive me insane, though.”

He laughs with her, and once they go their separate ways, Marinette knows that she can finally sleep in peace.

***

Year Four: Slytherin Common Room

“Marinette! Have you seen my boots? The new ones my daddy got from Paris?” Chloe asks as she lays down on the sofa across from her.

Marinette raises an eyebrow. “No. But I did hear Lila saying something about-”

She doesn’t even finish before Chloe gets up again and power walks to the girl’s dorms.

“Lila! Did you take my fucking shoes?” she hears after the stomping ceases.

“No! I didn’t, I swear! I was with Prince Ali all weekend in Paris, I couldn’t have possibly taken your boots!”

Marinette rolls her eyes before turning back to her book. Lila was a liar and everyone knew it. Salazar, Marinette had Floo’d him yesterday. She sure as hell knew that Lila wasn’t with Ali.

“Shut your lying bitch-ass up. Give me my boots back.”

Marinette can just imagine what’s happening in the other room- Chloe has Lila by her shirt, sneering at her, and Lila makes some stupid excuse.

She grins when she hears Lila scream then cry- it was probably bad that she enjoyed it, but Lila needed to be knocked down a peg or two.

A few minutes later, she sees Chloe emerge victoriously with a pair of boots in her hand.

“Bitch said she was in Paris, but she was actually in a muggle town all weekend.”

Marinette looks at her curiously. “How’d you get her to spill?”

“I told her that if she didn’t tell me herself, I would reveal some of the blackmail I have on her or I'd give her Verisiterum.”

Marinette smirks. “You, Chlo, are the true Slytherin heir.”

Chloe flounces her hair. “Why, thank you.”

***

Year Five: Greenhouse, Herbology Class

“Adri, would you pass me that bit of Devil’s Snare?” she asks him.

“Sure,” he says, handing it to her. She reaches for it, but instead of taking it, it takes her hand. It then reaches for Adrien’s, and now both of them are entangled.

“Professor!” Adrien calls. She ignores him, busy with another student. Adrien trues to pull his hand out, but this only serves to make it even more tangled.

“Adrien, stop it! Don’t pull, it’ll only make it worse.”

She can feel his hand through the plant, and smirking, she entertained her fingers with his. He immediately blushes.

“What’s this? Agreste heir gets embarrassed because a girl held his hand? How scandalous,” Marinette says in false mockery. She practically gufffaws when she sees the blush go deeper, to his neck and ears.

“Mari! Stop it,” he whines pitifully.

She calculates his expression. “Hmm, let me think: no.”

He whines, “Mari.”

“No,” she grins wickedly, and she starts to tickle his hand; an odd weakness that she never knew she’d need.

He pushes down his laughter, which only succeeds in turning him more red.

“Professor!” he calls again, his voice breathy and choked with laughter. She doesn’t stop, and their professor doesn’t seem to her him.

“Professor!” He practically shouts, and she finally looks at them as the class goes quiet.

“Uh, we’re stuck. Could you help us?” he asks awkwardly, blush intensifying even more under the scrutiny of their classmates.

“I’ll be there in a moment, dear,” she says, and the class resumes their chatter.

“How would you feel if I told you that I knew how to get out of it the whole time?”

***

Year Six: Potions Classroom

“Stir three times counterclockwise, then let it simmer for five minutes,” Nino reads from the board. Adrien nods as Marinette drops the ingredients in one by one.

“Nino,” Marinette starts, and he groans.

“Stop right there. I know that voice. You’re going to convince me to do something stupid and despite being you two’s impulse control, we’re going to do it anyways.”

Marinette grins. “You know me so well.”

-

“I knew it. I knew this was a bad idea, why did I agree to this?” Nino laments as he watches Adrien, Alya and Marinette brew the mixture.

“We’re going to get caught and then we’ll have to clean the cauldrons for the rest of term,” he warns, but Adrien keeps stirring.

“Relax a little, will you? It’ll be fine, babe,” Alya says to her boyfriend dismissively.

-

A month later, after finishing the mandrake leaf, the four of them meet at the base of the Forbidden Forest.

“Alright, everybody, let’s go!” Marinette says, and they all transform. Alya goes first, and they all ooh and aah at the beautiful fox that appears in her place.

Then goes Nino, who’s Animagus is a huge tortoise. Adrien snickers behind his hand, and Marinette glares at him.

Adrien goes next, and his form is a tiny black kitten. Marinette reaches down to pet him.

“You’re adorable,” she coos, somewhat condescending.

She transforms last, into a small ladybug, and finds she can fly.

They all transform back. “Well, that was enlightening,” Nino says deadpan.

Adrien laughs. “Yeah, because you turned into a fucking turtle!”

Alya snickers. Nino pouts.

“Aww, it’s okay, babe. If we go out on a run together, I’ll be sure to walk next to you instead of running.”

Marinette guffaws.

***

Year Seven: Astronomy Tower, present day

“Time flies, but it’s on our side,” she tells him, and Marinette leans in.

The stars shine bright, that night.

[meow-bebe]

Bored Games

Pairing: Minhyuk x Reader

Genre: Fluff, tbh this is just kinda weird, quarantine fic?

Warnings: a decent amount of cussing, one cringey sex joke, an unfortunate attempt at cheating at scrabble based of a real experience of mine

Word count: 3662

A/n: yes you heard me right, this is a quarantine fic. to those in the future, 2020 was a strange time

~~

“I’m  boreeeddd, Y/n,” Minhyuk whined, flopping down on the bed beside you. You were currently immersed in a book, laying in a pool of afternoon sunlight on your bed, glasses slipping down your nose as you lost yourself in the pages. 

“I know,” you hummed, barely listening. 

“I’m tired of staying inside,” he continued. 

“I know,” you repeated, flicking a strand of hair out of your face and turning the page. 

“I want food that we haven’t cooked.” He rolled over so he was closer to you, and you finally glanced over at him. 

“I’m aware.”

“I want to go places!” His voice raised in pitch, somehow managing to become even more whiny, and you sighed, setting your book down. 

“Yet again, Minhyuk, I know. Quarantine is driving you insane, you’re constantly bored even though we’re always doing things, and you’re itching to go literally anywhere. Bothering me every three minutes isn’t going to help anything.”

“I know,” he sighed, “I’m sorry. I just have too much-” Mihyuk flails his hands about - “energy. And it feels like there’s nothing to do. I need to keep busy.”

“You could water my plants,” you suggest sarcastically. 

“Maybe I will.” 

You roll your eyes, and an idea begins to spark in your head. “Actually, I might have something in mind.” Minhyuk pulls his head out where he had buried it between the pillows, eyes bright at the prospect of actually doing something. “How about this. You go find something to do for fifteen minutes so I can finish this chapter-” You have to fight the urge to roll your eyes again at the way your boyfriend visibly deflates - “and then I’ll show you my idea.”

“What, you’re not going to tell me what it is?” Minhyuk teases.

“Nope,” You pop the ‘p’ obnoxiously. “You’ll just have to wait and see. It’s pretty great though, I promise. I think you’ll like it.”

Minhyuk squints at you for a moment before finally agreeing. “Fine. Just, hurry up with the reading.” He got off the bed and dashed toward the door. “I’ll be waiting!” he sang.

“I can only read so fast,” you called after him. You rolled out your neck and turned back to your book, quickly managing to slip back into focus with no more distractions. You finished faster than you had anticipated, slipping the random scrap of paper you were currently using as a bookmark into place. Raising your arms above your head, you stretched out your shoulders before rolling off the bed. You strode over to the closet and swiped all of your clothing to the side, beginning to hunt around amongst all of the boxes of stuff you really didn't want to deal with when you moved in search of two specific boxes, hoping you had marked them correctly. 

And there they were, stuck neatly on top of each other in the farthest corner in a surprising contrast to the rest of your messy closet. Board Games. You wore a triumphant smile as you pulled the two boxes from the depths of the closet, managing to get them to the bed without any accidents. You pulled the flaps open on the first box, the smaller of the two, and began to stack up the thinner game boxes on the bed. It was a haphazard pile, but it didn’t really matter. If everything went to plan it would be pulled apart within a few minutes anyway. Fishing the last game out, you tossed the box back towards the closet and told yourself you would clean it up later, knowing that you probably wouldn’t. 

You opened the second box, stacking even more games onto your pile before the box met the same fate as the previous one. You gathered the precarious tower up, and even with your arms completely extended it met your chin. Tonight would be fun. 

“Minhyuk!” you called as you strode out of the bedroom, startling Minhyuk. He wobbled slightly on his perch on the back of the couch, green watering can in hand as he had apparently scrambled up there to reach the spider plant hanging from the curtain rod. It seemed as though he had taken your overly sarcastic suggestion to heart. 

“What,” he asked, eyes zeroing in on the stack in your arms, “are you going to do with those?” 

“So remember how I told you I had an idea of what we could do?” He nodded. “We-” you dumped the stack next to the coffee table as Minhyuk tipped the rest of the water into the plant and hopped down onto the couch- “are going to play every board game that I own.”

Eyeing the large stack again, Minhyuk said, “That’ll take all night.”

“That’s the point,” you said, a mischievous glint in your eye. 

“Well then,” Minhyuk grinned and clapped his hands together, “we should get started. What should we play first?”

Shuffling through the pile, you produced a familiar yet dreaded box. “We start with a classic.” An evil grin spread across your face as you held the box up. “Monopoly.”

~~

Monopoly ended about forty-five minutes later and halfway through the game when you somehow managed to hook your arm under the board and sent the entire game flying into Minhyuk’s lap. The two of you had decided that you didn’t want to set everything up again as neither of you could really remember what you owned or where everything went, and you were also aware of the competitive nature of the game and didn’t want to start a feud already. The night was still young after all, and you had a whole stack of other games to play. You had then played a surprisingly aggressive round of double solitaire and were now trying somewhat unsuccessfully to teach Minhyuk how to play Exploding Kittens. 

“Hah! Give me your defuse!” Mihyuk bursts as soon as you draw your card, slapping down two ‘hairy potato cat’ cards. 

You fan your handful of cards out for him to pick from and sigh. “You can only do that if you have three of those.” Minhyuk huffed and drew one of your cards, adding it to his significantly smaller stash. Scanning over his cards, he tossed a ‘see the future’ onto the discard pile and counted out the top three cards from the top of the deck to look at. He squinted, glanced up at you, and grinned before setting the cards back down and drawing the first one. 

“You have an absolutely terrible poker face, you know.” You plucked a ‘skip’ from your hand and put it on top of the ‘see the future’. Minhyuk scowled and went back to dramatically shuffling through his cards. He eventually decided on an ‘attack’ and the pure pride on his face made you feel a little bad when you immediately slapped a ‘nope’ on top of it. 

“Oh come on!” he yelled, “This isn’t fair! I barely know how to play this game.” Minhyuk glared down at his cards, and pulled a ‘shuffle’ out before sliding the deck towards you. It was still early enough in the game that there was a decent pile of cards, and you quickly and thoroughly shuffled the deck. Minhyuk drew the slightly bent card on top, promptly throwing it back down when he discovered it was the same exact ‘exploding kitten’ he was avoiding. “Seriously?” he yelled again, tossing down the rest of his cards on the discard pile. “You rigged it!”

You smirked a little. “I did no such thing.”

“This game sucks,” Minhyuk pouted.

“It’s not that bad,” you said, gathering all of the cards so you could shuffle the expansion packs back in and pack up the deck. “It’ll be more fun when you really learn how to play, promise. Why don’t you go choose our next game? Oh, and add another point to my side of the board, would you?” 

The two of you had decided to turn this into a little bit more than your average game night, keeping track of who won how many games on the whiteboard that you usually used as a schedule. Considering that you weren’t really doing much these days other than attending video call meetings, you had erased the weekend and were using those slots to keep track of the points. Whoever won the overall competition got to have the other as their ‘slave’ the next day, doing anything and everything the other could ask of you. Truthfully you had no idea who was going to win, but either way tomorrow would be interesting. The arrangement reminded you somewhat of when you were a child and caught your siblings sneaking candy and then forced them into promising you a week of their service in exchange for not telling your parents. Winning Exploding Kittens put you in the lead, as you had decided that each of you would get a point for both Monopoly and solitaire as neither had a particular winner. 

Minhyuk glared at you. “Fuck you.”

“Only if I say so,” you teased, and he pretended to throw up in response. 

You shuffled the Exploding Kittens cards one last time for good measure before halving the deck and putting it back in the box. You then tossed the box across the coffee table to join the decks of cards on top of the Monopoly box next to Minhyuk’s spot. “Did you pick a game yet?” 

“Yes.” He slid the red box onto the table. “We’re playing Scrabble.” 

You raised an eyebrow. “You always cheat. I don’t know if I want to play with a cheater.”

He whisked the top off and tossed it to the floor. “I do not. We are playing Scrabble, you got to choose the last one so it’s my turn now. And I choose Scrabble.”

“Fine,” you said, grabbing the board and dramatically snapping it open. “Give me my letter stand thing.” 

Minhyuk burst out laughing. “Letter stand thing?” he wheezed, “Isn’t there a word for it? You'll have to try harder than that if you want to win this.”

“Perhaps,” you said, “but I have more important things to focus on right now. Like making sure you don’t cheat.” You snatched the velvet bag from his hands, and immediately paused, not feeling the flat Scrabble letters inside. “This is my D&D dice….”

Minhyuk tipped his head to the side. “You play Dungeons and Dragons?”

“We had a campaign in high school.” You opened the bag just to make sure you weren’t losing your mind and pulled out the favored D20. “How did these end up here?”

“I really don’t know,” Minhyuk said, “but I certainly hope you still have the Scrabble tiles.”

“Well if these are here-” You shook the bag- “I can only assume that the Scrabble stuff is with my D&D books.”

“Alright then,” Minhyuk stood up abruptly, shoving the table towards you a little bit, “let the hunt begin!”

~~

As it turns out you were right, and the wooden letters were, in fact, with your old D&D books. Although the bags were exactly the same, which led you to believe that the bag that the dice currently resided in might have been stolen from one of the other members of your high school party’s Scrabble set, you really weren’t sure how the two had gotten mixed up. It took about twenty minutes of searching through boxes, but the books were eventually found.

You were currently set back up at the coffee table again, each of you with your phones pulled out for easy access and the dictionary sitting next to the game board, and you were impatiently waiting for Minhyuk to finally take his turn. 

“Are you going to go, or are you going to sit there and stare at the letters some more?” You asked. “We don’t have all day.”

“We have nothing but time,” Minhyuk says, starting to rearrange the tiles on his stand. 

“We also have a shit ton more games to play,” you pointed out. “You accepted the challenge, now we gotta pull through.”

“Fine,” he huffed, gathering his letters, “I’m adding onto your ‘ate’ to make ‘tolerate’. Give me five more letters.” 

You held the bag out, high enough so that he couldn’t see into it and choose which letter he drew, and Minhyuk pulled them out one by one, carefully setting them on his stand. He scrawled down a few more tally marks on the ripped sheet of notebook paper you were using to keep score as you surveyed your own letters. As you began to set them out, he pulled his phone up and you squinted suspiciously at him before straightening out what you had placed down and announcing how many points you get. 

“I was going to use that letter,” Minhyuk grumbled. 

“That’s how the game goes,” you say. “Now take your damn turn.” 

“I’m working on it,” he said, placing two letters out, hitting both a double word score and a triple letter score. 

“That-” you point at the ‘word’ on the board- “is not a word.”

“Yes it is,” Minhyuk says smugly, “I googled it.”

“Zek?” you question, “there’s no fucking way.” 

“Look it up then.” 

“Fine,” you say, unlocking your phone, “I will. And I'll prove your ass wrong.” Minhyuk sits there proudly and adds up his  as you type his ‘word’ into google. 

“‘Zek’,” you read out, “‘a Russian slang term for a prisoner in a Soviet labor camp’. What the fuck, Minhyuk?”

“What?” he asks incredulously.

“Russian. Slang term. Two reasons you can’t use it, right there in the definition! Scrabble words can’t be in other languages, and you can’t use slang terms! Take it off the board and erase your points!” 

“Fine!” he exclaims, accidentally knocking a few other letters around as he angrily swiped the ‘z’ and ‘k’ of the board. “But I get another chance.”

~~

“Got your points all counted up?” Minhyuk asks, writing down his final number and hiding the paper from you. 

“Yep,” you confirmed, “all words present and accounted for.”

“You go first,” Minhyuk says, grinning down at his numbers before tucking it back against his chest. 

“Two hundred and seventeen,” you proudly announced. 

“Two hundred and twenty eight!” Minhyuk yells, jumping up from the couch and dancing around the room in celebration. “I fucking win!” 

“What?” you screech? “How? All of your words were small and shitty!”

“Yeah they were,” he says, stopping his victory flailing to poke you in the nose, “I just know where to put my small shitty words to get more points than you!” 

You grit your teeth and slap his hand away from your face. “Give yourself a point, pick another game.” You carefully folded the board most of the way and situated the bag underneath it, pouring the tiles back into it. You put everything back into the box and slipped underneath Monopoly. 

“Here,” Minhyuk fell back into his spot and tossed a small plastic bag of Cards Against Humanity cards onto the table. “Do you have more of these?” 

“Somewhere,” you said, “but let’s just use these. Keep it short ‘cause we have more games to get through.” 

“Good idea,” he agreed. “Are we planning on having dinner soon? It’s going to get dark in a little while.”

You looked up to the window behind the couch to see the sun sinking steadily towards the horizon. The light was starting to fade from the room, and at some point in the near future you would need to pull a lamp close to the table if you wanted to be able to see whatever you would be playing at that point. 

“I am getting kind of hungry. Why don’t we finish this game and then eat?” you proposed.

“Works for me.” 

~~

Playing a short round of Cards Against Humanity had brought you back into good spirits again after the overly competitive nature of Scrabble. As always, you had both lost your shit laughing several times, and Minhyuk was surprisingly not very pouty when you claimed the point. (Although he did try to argue that you should only get half a point because it was basically just half a game.)

The two of you had quickly thrown together a small dinner, after which some rearrangement of the living room lamps was required to provide enough light to see by. Despite needing three people to play, a game of Clue was attempted, however you gave up pretty quickly because you each had too many of the Clue cards and therefore too much power. (And Minhyuk was definitely trying to cheat again.) Neither of you got a point for that one. 

You were currently trying to work your way through a small box of “road trip games” that you’ve had since middle school, although it wasn’t going very well. For either of you. The box was tiny, the appeal of it coming from the small size and the magnets in the bottom of the pieces that allowed them to not get knocked around. Unfortunately, most of the magnets had fallen out over the years, and you and Minhyuk would consistently bump the little game board around, knocking several pieces over each time. Also neither of you were very good at chess. 

Minhyuk moved his knight to take one of your pawns, and you immediately swept in to claim the knight for yourself. He then managed to take another one of your pawns, and you snatched the rook right away. Minhyuk groaned and flopped his head back onto the couch cushion. “This is stupid.”

“It’s not stupid,” you chastised, “we’re just bad at it.” 

“If both of us are bad at it, it’s not a good game.”

“Your logic is flawed,” you sigh, “just take your turn.” He did, moving his queen to the side in an attempt to get a shot at your remaining tower. “Check,” you announced, and before Minhyuk had a chance to move his queen back to a protective place you moved your knight once more and happily exclaimed, “Checkmate.”

“Fuck this,” Minhyuk glowered and slapped the box closed. “Let’s do something else.” 

“We still have to play checkers,” you reminded, adding another point to your column of the schedule. 

Minhyuk groaned again. “At least checkers is kind of easy.”

“Well then let’s get to it.”

~~

Several hours had passed. You kept playing games, slowly decreasing the stack next to the couch, adding point after point to the whiteboard. It was definitely pretty late now, but time had no meaning anyway. You were drinking your third cup of coffee, trying to stay alert enough to keep your mind sharp. It wasn’t particularly working. 

“It is literally two in the morning. We’ve been playing games most of the day. Are we almost done?” Minhyuk had just won his first game in a while, and you were left staring at the final box on the floor. 

“Yeah,” you said, “only one left.” 

“What is it?”

“Pictureka,” you say, plonking the broken box onto the table. 

“Pictureka?” Minhyuk buries his face in his hands. “For fucks sake, seriously?” 

“I’m completely serious,” you say, starting to unpack the tiles. 

“I’m tired,” Minhyuk complains, “and you know I can’t see for shit anyway.”

“You’re wearing your glasses,” you point out. “And anyway, as soon as we finish this we can go to bed. This is the last one.”

He huffs dramatically. “Fine.” 

The two of you set the game up, and once you began playing, it was obvious that despite the fact that Minhyuk “can’t see for shit,” he was winning anyway. The two of you continued for a while, impatiently waiting for the timer to run out each round, slowly collecting a pile of the challenge cards. 

“Wait, are we supposed to go through all of these cards?” Minhyuk asks, suddenly realising how many were left in each stack. 

“I mean, I’ve always just played until I got bored,” you say, trying to recall if you’ve ever played the whole decks. 

“Then why are we still here,” Minhyuk asks. “It’s too late to be doing this.”

“Says the one with a pile twice the size of mine,” you deadpan. 

“Hey, it’s not my fault your brain stops working when you're tired.” Minhyuk raises his hands defensively. 

You roll your eyes. “One more round?”

“Perfect.” 

~~

Completely unsurprisingly, Minhyuk had won Pictureka. He gave himself another point, and began to help you separate the different colored cards and stick the tiles back into the box. Once that was all put away, it was added to the pile of game boxes sitting next to Minhyuk on the couch and also beginning to pile up on the floor. 

You pulled the whiteboard into your lap. “And now, we determine who’s the final winner of game night.”

You counted up your points, wrote the final number at the bottom, and then began on Minhyuk’s. The number you reached on his side made you pause. “....They’re even.”

“What?” Minhyuk screeched in your ear. This earned a glare from you. “Let me see.” He snatched the board from your lap, quickly scanning over the points himself and apparently coming to the same conclusion as you. “Well what do we do now then? Do neither of us get the prize? Or both?”

“Let’s figure it out in the morning,” you say with a yawn, “it’s too late for this.”

“You’re right,” Minhyuk agreed, and stood up to stretch. “Maybe it’s better that we tied.”

“Perhaps,” you mused, “but all I care about right now is going to bed. I’ve sat cross legged for too long today.”

And so, the two of you made your way back to the bedroom, setting your empty coffee mug in the sink and avoiding the boxes you had tossed around earlier. Minhyuk’s boredom had been alleviated, at least for today, and it was almost three a.m. Definitely time to call it a night.

[inagetawaycarxo]

𝓥𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓼

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𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓽𝓼

𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯

❛It’s you. It’s always been you.❜

❛Are you gonna kiss me?❜

❛You were always worth it. You were always enough.❜

❛I want everything, and I want it with you.❜

❛I wanna spend the rest of my sunsets with you.❜

❛She likes you, but she’s too shy to tell you.❜

❛Your smile is literally the cutest thing I have ever seen in my life.❜

❛You have me. Until every last star in the galaxy dies. You have me.❜

❛You’re interesting, and different, and I like that.❜

❛And all I want is to be hugged, kissed, wanted, and loved, preferably by you.❜

❛I like you more than I planned.❜

❛You smell like love.❜

❛You’re the reason why I’m smiling again.❜

❛You make me feel things I didn’t believe in anymore.❜

❛You’re it, you’re my person.❜

❛Kiss me again.❜

❛That’s my girl.❜

❛As long as I have you, nothing else matters.❜

❛Grab my waist, pull me closer, kiss me.❜

❛You’re just like a dream.❜

𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓽

❛It was always you.❜

❛Stop checking your phone he’s not going to text you.❜

❛‘Don’t leave me’ he said, and walked away.❜

❛All the memories come back, but he never does.❜

❛All the memories come back, but she never does.❜

❛I wish you were here to tell me that everything is gonna be okay.❜

❛You let him go. It’s better that way. For you or him?❜

❛But you’re back now-❜ -  ❛I didn’t come back for you.❜

❛I wonder if he lies awake at night missing me the way I miss him.❜

❛Why do we always want what we can’t have?❜

❛You and I will always be unfinished business.❜

❛It was all a dream.❜

❛Its not that serious.❜

❛You’re not a bad boy, you’re just a bad person.❜

❛But ‘just friends’ don’t look at each other like that.❜

❛Missing you comes in waves, and tonight I’m drowning.❜

❛I cant do this anymore.❜

❛He doesn’t even know I exist.❜

❛I can’t fall for anyone else because of you.❜

❛I miss the way things used to be.❜

❛Tell me I’ll see you again.❜

❛No reason to stay is a good reason to go.❜

❛You ruined me and I called it love.❜

❛You were the hardest lesson I ever had to learn.❜

❛Don’t give up on something that matters.❜

❛You never people as much as you miss them.❜

❛I got a mind full of unsaid things.❜

❛The bigger the love, the harder the fall.❜

❛You probably don’t think about me at all, and that hurts.❜

𝓢𝓶𝓾𝓽

❛Your sexiness is distracting me.❜

❛I want you in my bed, and between my legs.❜

❛I love the way you fuck me.❜

❛So wet and waiting.❜

❛I may look calm but in my head I’ve fucked you ten times.❜

❛I want you to run your tongue up my inner thighs.❜

❛If I was naked in front of you right now, what would you do to me?❜

❛If you can still walk, then we’re not finished.❜

❛You have no idea how much I crave you.❜

❛Let’s misbehave.❜

𝓘𝓷𝓫𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷

❛It began as a mistake.❜

❛How can I be upset over something I never had?❜

❛Are you crying?❜ - ❛Nope, I got something in my eye.❜

❛I wouldn’t have sex with you if you were the last person on earth.❜

❛I’ve been thinking about you.❜ -  ❛Try a cold shower.❜

❛Can you two just date already.❜

❛Dick is everywhere. Chemistry isn’t.❜

❛A million times over, I will always choose you.❜

❛Its always you.❜

❛Don’t worry, the right ones won’t leave.❜

❛Little does she know, he thinks about her too.❜

❛It’s driving me insane how I can’t have you.❜

❛I’m madly in love with you.❜ – ❛Well, good luck with that.❜

❛The bad days don’t stay bad forever.❜

❛ Nothing changes if nothing changes.❜

❛I feel nothing for you. - Nothing, uh? - Nothing.❜

❛I’m not jealous, I’m territorial. Jealous is when you want something that’s not yours. Territorial is protecting what’s already yours.❜

❛I will always care for you, even if we’re not together, and even if we are far, far away from each other.❜

❛You’re all that matters to me.❜

❛I’ve never trusted someone as much as I’ve trusted you.❜

❛We could be so much more.❜

❛I kinda wanna be more than friends.❜

𝓢𝓬𝓮𝓷𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓸𝓼

Forehead kiss

Making out

Neck kisses

Thigh kisess

Hand kiss

Cheek kiss

Nose kiss

Eskimo kiss

French kiss

Bite kisses

Body kisses

Earlobe kisses

Kisses

Hugging

Bear hug

side hug

Back hug

Hugging from behind

Tight hug

Straddle hug

Eye to eye hug

Hug with resting heads on each other

Twirling around hug

Hug around waist

Slow dance hug

Catcher hug

Wedding

Love Triangle

First “I Love You’s.”

House Hunting

Reunited

PDA

Interruptions

___ Asking You Out Would Include

Breakup

Makeup

You Run Into Them After the Breakup

Dating Headcanon

They Get Jealous

Jealousy Headcanon

The Makeup Tag

Cuddling

You Get A Pet Together

Insecurities

Amusement Park

Time Of The Month

Meeting For the First Time

First Kiss

Being Married To ___ Would Include

Post Breakup, Run In’s

Speak Now Or Forever Hold your Peace

Sex Headcanon

Sleeping Headcanon

Losing Your Virginity {The Lead Up & The Aftermath}

Meeting Yours/Their Child From A Previous Relationship

Taking A Bath Together

Sleepless Nights

Spending Valentines Day With ___

Long Distance Relationship

Coffee dates

Midnight car rides

Candy hearts

Roses

Chocolates

Flowers

Teddy bear

Kinky accessories

Valentine cards

Lingerie

Love coupons

Stay at home date

Breakfast in bed

Movie theatre

Candlelight dinner

Blind date/ set up by friends

Movie night

Ate for a date

Wrong restaurant

Strangers alone on Valentine’s Day

Rained out picnic

Surprise date while working late

Forgot to get anything

Forgot

Babysitter canceled

Family date night

Secret admirer

Pick up lines

Asking to be valentines

Confessing feelings

Surprise date

Love letters

Proposal

Fancy dinner

First meeting

Double date

Wingman

Serenade

Cuddling gets handys

Flirting

Secrecy admirer/secret crush

Date gone wrong

Stood up

Vibrating panties

They broke the readers heart in the past and wants the reader back

Reader believes no one can ever love her

Breakfast in bed

Romantic movies

A quiet night t home

Kiss at midnight

Speed Dating

Breakup to makeup

Accidental kiss

Almost kiss

Blind Date

Camping

Carnival

Family don’t approve

Handcuffed together

Height difference

Love confession

Meddling family/friends

Post Breakup

Protective

Possessive

Recreate your first date

Restaurant

Road trip

Stranded

Strangers who end up on kiss cam

Kiss cam

Volunteer together

Vacation

One of them is promised to someone else

One of them is married to someone else

LI/Reader is interested in someone else in addition to Reader/LI

LI/Reader is infatuated with someone else instead of Reader/LI

Their together is limited

IntImacy issues

Their love is forbidden by others (family etc, media, people)

LI/Reader into something Reader/LI doesn’t like

Different classes

LI/Reader believes no one truly loves them

It was supposed to be sex only

Their love was supposed to be fake

Faking it at first

Reader is a suspect {probably best of Chicago P.D.}

LI/reader family is the worst

LI/Reader got a reputation

Terrible first impressions

LI broke Readers heart in the past

Trust issues

LI/Reader doesn’t see LI/Reader in a romantic way

Anti-Valentines

𝓐𝓤’𝓢

One Night Stand AU

On the Run AU

Fake Engagement AU

Agent AU

Scandal-Induced Marriage AU

Tortured Hero AU

Agents Dating AU

Awkward First Meeting AU

Firefighter AU

Love Turns Them Evil AU

Accidental Pregnancy AU

Best Friends Sibling AU

Millionaire AU

Teacher/Parent AU

Unholy Matrimony {Villainous married couple} AU

Weakness Turns On Lover AU

Bodyguard Betrayal AU

Arranged  Marriage AU

Angel AU

Age Gap/Difference AU

Adopt A Pet AU

Affair AU

Amnesia AU

Actor AU

Actress AU

Angel/Demon AU

Animal Shelter AU

Alpha/Beta/Omega AU

Babysitter AU

Babysitting AU

Boss AU

Betrayal AU

Best Friends Wedding AU

Blackmail AU

Bodyguard AU

Bakery AU

Bartender AU

Beach AU

Bed Sharing AU

Costars AU

Coffee Shop AU

Cozy Cabin In The Woods AU

Crush AU

Childhood Friends AU

CEO AU

Coworkers AU

Detective AU

Dog Walker AU

Domestic AU

Demon AU

Double Agent AU

Dom/Sub AU

Doctor/Doctor AU

Doctor/Nurse AU

Damsel In Distress AU

Doctor AU

Doctor/Patient AU

Dimension Hoping AU

Enemies To Lovers AU

Ex AU

Fuck Buddies AU

Friends To Lovers AU

Friends With Benefits AU

Fake Relationship AU

Fake Dating AU

Fake Marriage AU

Fake Ex’s AU

Fling AU

Forbidden Love AU

First Love AU

Flower Shop AU

Florist AU

Gangster AU

House Sitter AU

Hanahaki Disease AU

Heat AU

Hospital AU

Hero AU

Internet Friends AU

Jilted Bride AU

Kidnapped AU

Love Affair AU

Love/Hate Relationship AU

Love Triangle AU

Lured Into A Trap AU

Love Spell AU

Lost In The Woods AU

Mob!Boss AU

Mafia AU

Mechanic AU

Mistaken Identity AU

Marriage AU

Movie Night/Date AU

Merman AU

Mermaid AU

Neighbour AU

New Neighbour AU

Nurse AU

One Sided Love AU

Office Romance AU

Personal Assistant AU

Private Detective AU

Pen Pals AU

Paramedic AU

Parent AU

Police Officer AU

Rivals To Lovers AU

Retreat Weekend AU

Roommates AU

Runaway Bride AU

Runaway Groom AU

Reunion/Reunited Lovers AU

Resurrection AU

Rivalry To Romance AU

Rockstar AU

Runaway AU

Sugar Daddy AU

Sleeping With The Ex AU

Sleeping With Te Boss AU

Secret Relationship AU

Secret Baby AU

Single Parent AU

Secret Angel AU

Surfer AU

Time Travel AU

Teacher/Single Parent AU

Time Travelers AU

Unrequited Love AU

Undercover Cop AU

Vampire/Werewolf AU

Vampire AU

Veterinarian AU

Waitress AU

Wedding Planner AU

Werewolf AU

Witch AU

Writer AU

𝓝𝓢𝓕𝓦

Nipple kisses

Genital kisses

Phone sex

Skype sex

Trailer sex

Plane sex

Against the wall

Double penetration

Triple penetration

Threesome

Comfort sex

Dominance/ Sub sex

69’ing

Locker room sex

Hotel room sex

Quickie

Masturbating.

Getting caught.

Handcuff sex.

Sex in a hot tub {or jucuzzi}

Car sex

Beach sex

Elevator sex

Public sex

Celebration sex

Honeymoon sex

Sex in a candle lit room

Sex under the stars

Sex marathon {everyday}

Mirror sex

Office sex

Rough sex

Jealous sex

Angry sex

Kinky sex

Breakup sex

Makeup sex

On a table sex

Shower sex

Bath sex

Making love

Slow sex

Drunk sex

Sex on the dining table

Riding him

Sex tape

Strip tease

Teasing

Blindfold

Role play

Bondage

Tied up

Daddy kink

Sex games

Dry humping

Spanking

Squirting

Dirty talk

Sexting

Lap dance

First time

Booty call

Doggy style

First time orgasm

Orgasm denial

Orgasm control

Voyeurism

Oral

Fingering

Eating out

Blowjob

Sex toys

Ice play sexually

Sex with food.

𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓽

Chicago Fire;

Kelly Severide

Matt Casey

Sylvie Brett

Gabby Dawson

Chicago Med;

Connor Rhodes

Will Halstead

Ethan Choi

Chicago P.D.;

Jay Halstead

Adam Ruzek

Antonio Dawson

Kevin Atwater

Kim Burgess

Erin Lindsay

Hank Voight

Hailey Upton

Dceu;

Bruce Wayne

Diana Prince

Lena Luthor

Kara Danvers

Clark Kent

Marvel;

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Thor

Peter Parker

Bruce Banner

Clint Barton

T’Challa

Loki

Wanda

Carol Danvers

Sam Wilson

Mj

Supernatural;

Dean Winchester

Demon!Dean

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Jack Kline

Crowley

Criminal Minds;

Derek Morgan

Spencer Reid

Luke Alvez

-

Chris Evans

Sebastian Stan

Jensen Ackles

Richard Madden

Zendaya

Jake Gyllenhaal

[thiswasinevitableid]

Moonlit Walk

Prompt for the 19th was: “If you thought you were safe, you thought wrong.” Beware, this prompt is Not Suitable For your Workplace.

“If you thought you were safe, you thought wrong.”

Stern turns to look at the man behind him. His date is smiling, all teeth.

Sharp teeth. 

“Remember I said how handsome you look in the moonlight?” The man is shifting, changing, and Stern gazes up at the full moon. 

“Shit. Alright, don’t panic, I’m sure there’s a way we can get you somewhere where you can’t hurt anyone or yourself.” 

“Aw, it’s cute that you think this is a warning so you can try to save yourself. Hate to break it to you, Joseph, but we didn’t come all the way out here to get cozy. But I meant what I said; You really do look like a snack.” It’s coming out as more of a growl now, and the smile is staying put.

“You can’t, can’t be serious.” He’s already trying to picture his escape route.

“Dead serious. But” he drags his claws down a tree-trunk, nonchalantly, “I’ll give you a sixty second head start. It’ll be more fun that way. One-”

Stern is running before the syllable leaves his mouth. Even as it pounds in his ears, his heart sinks as he notices he’s completely lost.

Not nearly far enough behind him, there’s a howl. 

This was not how this night was supposed to go.

He’s been in the sleepy California town of Kepler, researching his newest book of cryptid sightings, for two months. Dating pools are already small in towns like Kepler, even more so when you’re gay. So imagine his pleasure when another visitor approached him a few days ago and asked if he’d like to go on a date. He was charming, and handsome, and Stern was curious and a little bit horny and figured the worst that would happen was some disappointing sex. 

They’d had dinner in the lodge where Stern was (is) staying, and he’s had a perfectly decent time. His date wasn’t an amazing conversationalist, but he was pleasant enough, and seemed very into Stern. 

The only odd moment had come when, while his date was in the bathroom, the bartender (and cook) came over to personally drop off his drink. 

“You doing okay?”

“Yes, why?”

“That guy’s not giving you any trouble?”

“Not in the slightest.”

“Huh. Well, uh, lemme know if that changes, okay?”

Now, as he ducks and weaves through the woods, Stern replays that conversation. Wishes he’s paid more attention to what, in retrospect, may have been a warning. Wishes he’d paid attention to their path in the forest, rather than to the many complimentary things his date had said to him. 

How does that poem go?

And now, dear little children, who may this story read,

To idle, silly, flattering words, I pray you ne’er give heed;

Unto an evil counselor close heart, and ear, and eye,

And take a lesson from this tale of the Spider and the-

“Fuck” he hisses as he comes to a stop at the edge of a sheer rock face. Cracking branches and panting growls are terrifyingly close. Weighing his options, he grabs the largest stick he can swing; if flight won’t save him, maybe fight will. 

“Ooh, bad luck. Guess you’re not as sharp as I thought.” His date lurches through the trees towards him. 

“I’m not helpless either. Leave me alone.” 

“Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun” the monster crouches, ready to spring, when a cacophony of snapping branches comes from Sterns left. 

“You heard him. Beat it.” Rumbles a voice.

The werewolf must be able to see better in the dark than Stern, because he scoffs “who’s gonna make me, Squatch-boy?”

It’s only when the newcomer steps into the light that Stern sees him too. 

Yeah, that’s definitely a Bigfoot. 

“Look, man, you’re already in pretty serious trouble. Don’t make me kick your ass on top of it.” 

The werewolf snarls and launches himself at the cryptid, who dives to the side and comes up with what appears to be half a dead tree. He swings, sending the lycanthrope flying. 

Unfortunately, he flies Sterns way and lands too close for comfort. 

“I’m gonna tear you apart youOW!” 

Stern hits him with the stick again for good measure, giving Bigfoot time to cross the distance between them and haul the creature into an extremely violent bear-hug. When he throws the wolf to the ground this time, he stays down for a twenty count before stumbling up and limping towards the treeline. 

“Fine, asshole, you eat him! Fuck that hurt.” It glares at them once before skulking off into the darkness. 

At the implication that Bigfoot sees him as prey, Sterns panic gives an encore. He knows of no accounts suggesting that Bigfoot or cryptids of his kind eat people. But until tonight, Stern didn’t know of any credible accounts of the existence of werewolves, either. 

Bigfoot turns to look at him and he raises his stick.

The cryptid holds up his hands, “Whoa, hey, I’m not gonna eat you. That guy’s just being a dick.”

“You’ll forgive me for not being inclined to believe you right now.”

“I swear, I’m mostly harmless.” He kneels, then sits down on the forest floor. 

“You are almost two feet taller than me, you have fangs, and you just beat up a werewolf.”

“.....Yeah okay I see your point. Uh” he pats around his body, looking for something, “here, maybe this’ll help.” He slips a woven bracelet on his wrist, and then there’s no more Bigfoot. 

Just a bartender. 

“Barclay?” 

The other man waves sheepishly, “Hey. Uh, this making you feel better?”

“It’s mainly increasing my confusion.”

Barclay scratches the back of his neck, “There’s more than I can really explain right now, especially without checking with some other people first. The main thing is what you already saw; there’s monsters running around, and they can look like humans.”

“There’s more than just the two of you?”

“Lots more. Most of us are really chill. I haven’t seen that guy before, so I think he might have either just come through from our home or be passing through from another town. Either way, he’s the only werewolf I’ve ever seen who’d pull a stunt like this.”

“There are other werewolves?” Stern cautiously lays the stick down. 

“Most of them are having a chess club meeting tonight.” Barclay shrugs. 

Stern slowly settles onto the ground, heart rate returning to normal, “That’s why you asked me about him, isn’t it?’

“I wasn’t sure if he was what I thought, because I hadn’t seen him before. I just got a kinda predatory vibe off of him. When I saw you two heading out here I got suspicious and followed you. After letting Mama know my hunch.”

Stern nods, beginning to understand. Mama runs the lodge, and if anyone in town looks prepared to handle a monster, it’s her. 

“Do you wanna continue this conversation back at the lodge?”

“Yes, please.” Stern ought to stand up, but the idea of doing so sounds exhausting. Barclay gets up, walks the several feet between them and holds out his hand. Stern takes it, gratefully.

“Is the lodge close? I’m so goddamn turned around, I feel like such a fool for not even paying enough attention to know where I am in relation town.”

“He turned you around on purpose.”

“By stroking my ego with nice words, and I fell for it.” Stern mutters.

“Try not to beat yourself up, okay?” Barclay rests his free hand on his shoulder. 

“I’ll do my best.”

They start back through the trees, Barclay keeping a protective arm around the shorter man. 

“You’re taking me being Bigfoot pretty well.”

“Honestly, I just processed so much unexpected information in such a short time that I’m still sorting through all my feelings.”

“...Are you trying to decide whether to ask me for help with you research?”

Stern looks over at him, finds a wry, sweet smile heading his direction. 

“Perhaps.”

“Gotta buy me a drink first.”

“Barclay, you are the one serving them. You can have one for free whenever you want.”

“Not from a cute guy I can’t.”

Sterns’ cheeks heat up at the same time his stomach twists, compliments in the dark woods now linked to danger in his brain. Barclay notices the reaction, clears his throat. 

“Did you get a chance to finish that book I gave you?”

“It was spectacular, I stayed up all night a few days ago to read it. I meant to give it back, but I’ve been swamped with research just like you’ve been swamped with customers.”

“Really has been hectic the last few days. Think we got written up somewhere again.”

“Does that happen often?” Stern picks his way over a fallen log, Barclay offering a hand to steady him.

“Every now and then Sunset or somesuch writes about Kepler as a nice weekend vacation spot. Lodge gets mentioned every time, usually as a place to eat.”

“As it should. You’re an amazing chef, Barclay.”

It’s a pity the moonlight washes the world out; he’s fairly certain Barclay is blushing.

When the lodge comes into view, a figure wearing a wide-brimmed hat approaches them, coalescing into the shape of Duck Newton, local ranger. 

“Mama wanted me to let you both know that she’s taken care of the issue.” 

Barclay groans, “she didn’t kill him, did she?”

“Nope, just put the fear of god into him and chased him across the border into the next county in her pick-up. Accordin to ‘Drid, no futures of him comin back.”

“That’s...good?” Stern isn’t quite sure how Duck’s tall, gangly husband can be so sure. 

“Whelp, I better be headin home. Evenin you two, glad you didn’t get eaten.” He tips his hat and heads off towards the parking lot. 

Stern rubs his arms, nerves still refusing to quiet entirely. 

“Kitchen’s closed, but I got a little kitchenette in my room, could make you some tea. Uh, if you want.”

“That would be nice, thank you.”

Soon he’s seated on Barclays green, plaid bed-spread as the larger man putters around the small stove. Barclay keeps up a quiet, consistent chatter, seeming to understand that Stern is craving the reassurance of a friendly, familiar voice. 

“...Anyway, it turns out it’s even harder than you’d think to get caramel syrup out of your beard.”

Stern laughs at the image, reaches for the mug Barclay offers him. The trouble is, he can’t make his hands grab it. It nearly drops on the floor, but Barclay cups his hands around Sterns to keep them steady,

“Everything okay?”

“I, it’s like my limbs are numb but full of little, buzzing bugs all at once and I can’t make them grip anything. It’s an adrenaline reaction I get some time.”

“Is there a way I can help?” The question is gentle, earnest, Barclay staring down at him with those deep brown eyes. Stern glances down, trying to ignore the lewd thoughts flooding his head at Barclays offer. Instead he counts the various scars on Barclays hands, wonders which are remnants of kitchen incidents and which are reminders of monster battles. 

In spite of this distraction, his mind offers up thoughts. Thoughts of how Barclay brings him his coffee with just the right amount of cream and sugar already added, while all the other guests have to add theirs at the table.  How more than a few nights, he’s kept Stern company while he pours over notes and researches leads, busying himself with looking over recipes or cleaning the bar. 

Thoughts of how more than once, Barclay’s given Stern a shy once-over, a thing he’d previously never thought possible. How the few times the bartender complimented him, Stern glowed for hours afterwards. 

He looks back up, finds the other man waiting on his answer.

It doesn’t take much, merely a soft tug on Barclays hands, to bring him close enough for a kiss. He gets surprised, short moan in response, pulls back to smile at him. 

“I don’t know about you, Barclay, but I can think of some far more enjoyable ways to burn off adrenaline than sipping tea.”

“Got that right. And I’m happy to do them, as long as you promise me you’re not doing this because you think it’s something you owe me.”

“I’m not.” 

Barclay takes the mug from Sterns hands, sets it down on the bedside table calmly. 

Then he makes a surprisingly graceful hop-flop onto the bed, and pulls Stern on top of him. The fire in Sterns system is instantaneous, and he frantically kisses Barclay while tugging at his shirt and grinding against him. When the shirt proves too difficult, he goes for Barclays belt, but the other man grabs both his hands with one of his own, grips his hip to keep him still with little effort (good lord he is strong).

“Much as I appreciate the thought, babe, I wanna make it all about getting you off right now. You’ve had a hard night. Will you let me make you feel good?”

Stern cups his face and kisses him hard and happy, nodding as best he can.

“Lay back and get comfy.”

Stern tears his shirt off like it’s on fire, gives his slacks the same treatment. Barclay chuckles, undoes his flannel and drops it on the floor. Then he kneels down, grabs Sterns ankles and slides him down to the edge of the bed, eases his underwear off once he’s there. Then hooks Sterns legs over his shoulders, nuzzles his inner thighs with a low, rumbling purr.

“Want me to suck your dick?”

“Oh lord yes, please, yesYESohhhhh.” His heels dig into Barclays back at the first firm swipe of his tongue. Barclay huffs out warm, laughing breath against him before continuing to circle and swirl along his folds, Stern whimpering whenever his tongue teases at his dick. The room steadily fills with his moans, the odd laugh when Barclays beard tickles his skin, and the other mans panting, pleased purr. 

Barclay pulls back just a little, kissing Sterns’ hips and thighs as he groans, “fuck, love doing this to you, love hearing you moan baby, god, wanna make you feel so good.”

“You’re doing, ah, so well, oh lord Barclay please don’t stop.”

“Not planning to.” Is all he hears before Barclay dives back down, moaning around his cock like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. The noise rumbling out of him is no longer a purr, it’s a growl, Barclays ministrations becoming messier, more animalistic, with every second. Stern is matching his enthusiasm , no longer content to lay back and be lavished with pleasure. Instead he chases it, grinding against Barclays face, which only serves to make the man on the floor growl louder. 

“That’s so good, you’re so good, ohlordfuck” he grips that endearingly shaggy hair, “right there, please right thererighttherrerightthereOHhhhh.” His eyes shut as his orgasm floods him, and a comforting pressure registers on his thigh as Barclay rests his chin against it to watch him come. 

“Better?”

“Yes. Would, would you like to uh, not be on the floor.” He gestures weakly at the bed, hoping Barclay gets the gist.

He does, climbing onto the mattress and rolling Stern into his arms. 

“Give me a moment and I can re-” he yawns, the long-awaited crash finally hitting him, “-ciprocate.”

“Don’t worry about it, okay babe?”

“But you’re clearly turned on. I’m fairly certain I felt you trying to hump the side of the bed while you were down there.”

“I mean yeah, because you’re real fucking hot and I like doing that. But you’re already going limp and sleepy on me.” He lifts Sterns hand, which thwaps back onto the bed because he doesn’t have the energy to even think about keeping it up.

“Suppose you’re right. And you’re very comfortable.” 

“If you want, tomorrow you can nap on me while I’m Bigfoot.”

“I’d” another yawn “like that.” Then a rather ridiculous thought occurs to him and he begins laughing “I never need to work a day in my life again. I’m just going to sell my story to the National Enquirer for a million dollars.”

Barclay belly-laughs, cuddling Stern closer, “Go to sleep, you goofball.”

“Won’t be calling me that when my feature, ‘Bigfoot is real and he sucked my dick’ goes viral.”

“You can only write that if I get a cut.”

Stern blinks sleepily up at him, kisses the goofy smile spreading across his face, “deal.”

[angrypixie-sarisa]

True lethargy

Piedras Rodantes Pt. 15

Sam xMexican!Witch!Fem!readerx Dean (polyamorous)

Summary: Dean is still on guard when it comes to you but a phone call from Bobby will change yours and his course of action.

warnings: kinda angsty? couple of swears i think

Gifs not mine, obviously. Credits and love to the owner.

“You did what?!” Dean frowned at Lisa’s words.

“She’s not evil, Dean. And she’s the only photographer I could find in town.” She wasn’t even looking at him; having already anticipated his reaction, she continued cutting the apple in the cutting board.

“She’s a witch, Lisa. She’s just, she… You cannot trust them.”

“Didn’t you tell me once about a witch case? Where one out of the tiny coven was actually innocent? Don’t you think she’s the same?” His chest kept rising and falling at a quick pace. He just wanted to head down town, find you and… And what? You had already escaped him, not once but twice.

“That’s different.”

“How so?”

“Because she didn’t disappear in front of me like a demon and this bitch did.” Lisa set down the knife, finally turning to face him. She placed her hands in her hips.

“Dean, we’re doing this. If you don’t trust her, fine, don’t. But trust me.” He took in some deep breaths, trying to calm himself.

“I don’t want you guys getting hurt. I can’t lose you, not you two. I can’t afford losing you.” She hugged him, soothingly passing her hands up and down his back. He returned the hug, getting her closer to him.

“We can get the place witch-proofed. You know, just in case.” It wasn’t ideal, but he compromised, after all, what wouldn’t he do for them?

  ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

 “Are you sure you want to do this?” You sighed before setting down your spritzer on the coffee table. You turned around and glared at Diego, before your gaze landed on Tyler, who was lying on your couch, half solving a Rubik’s cube.

“Would you please tell your boyfriend to chill?” He lifted his attention towards you, and then looked at his worried boyfriend. He took his hand in his and gave it a light squeeze.

“Babe, shut the fuck up, your upsetting her.” Diego rolled his eyes, making his partner laugh. “I’m serious here.”

You placed your hands on your hips.

“Well, so am I. It’s not like Dean’s my boss, Lisa’s my boss for the evening. If she doesn’t like a picture I’ll take it again, if she wants me to stay a little longer I’ll stay. Dean’s just another face trying to smile to the camera and hide his hate towards me. Because Lisa’s also his boss, so…” You shrugged, laughing at the thought of Lisa scolding him.

“I’m doing this. It’s good money. Also, it’s not like I forced this. I was sure to be careful not to run into them ever again, but faith fucked that.”

“May I come with you?” You spun around, your gaze landing on a black cat with white in his chest sitting at the arm rest of your couch.

“Schrödinger, why would you want to come to a photoshoot? You’ll get bored.” His tiny cat body trembled, as if he had shrugged.

“Mere curiosity.” La curiosidad mató al gato, you thought. Tyler watched your every move with hawk-like attention. Diego laughed through his nose as he watched his boyfriend.

“I love that you guys can talk to animals and plants. What do I have to do to become a witch?” Schrödinger moved towards him and motioned for Tyler to pet him.

“I’ll tell you later, sweetie. Right now I have to stop this headstrong woman from doing something really stupid.” He glared daggers at you as you packed the last item you needed into your bag and graving your keys before heading to the front door.

“¡Una aventura es más divertida si huele a peligro! ¡Correle, Schrödinger!” The cat rushed out of your place beside you so you two wouldn’t have to hear your best friend whine for the fifth time that hour.

The witch groaned at the closed door. His boyfriend pulled him into the couch, kissing him passionately in hopes of taking his mind off of your safety.

“She’ll be fine; she’s Y/N. She’s our Y/N. She’s a total badass and you’re worrying too much.” They rested their foreheads against each other’s as they enjoyed the soothing sound of silence.

“Brujillo. Maybe you are a witch after all.” Tyler’s smile grew big and shone brighter than the stars.

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The photoshoot went as you expected. Dean tried really hard to smile into the camera; he just couldn’t whilst knowing you were the one taking the photos. Even so, you did take one with the three members which turned out pretty descent. But the best ones were Ben and Lisa’s, both together and alone. Even the ones where they didn’t know you were photographing them turned out pretty well. They were so nice and natural.

“Okay, so how about one where you’re jumping?” the kid’s eyes sparkled as he agreed to it.

You giggled and dared to ruffle his hair despite Dean’s eyes on you.

“Hang on, though, let me change lenses.” You went to sit at the park bench where you had left all your equipment and started to change the lenses.

You heard a meow at your feet and saw Schrödinger rubbing himself against them.

“Y/N, I’m bored.” He said as he continued trying to distract you.

“I told your stubborn cat ass.” You sighed. “We’re almost done, don’t worry.” You had successfully changed lenses but didn’t get up. Not yet. A light breeze hit your skin and you closed your eyes as you heard the graceful ruffle of the tops of the trees.

“It’s such a pretty day.” You said, eyes still shut. The cat agreed with you.

“They’re nice.” Images of Schrodinger’s perspective of the photoshoot flood your mind. The funny part was that you could actually feel everything of those moments: Lisa and Ben warming up to you, the few laughs you shared and even… Dean? He was letting his guard down? He looked less angry and smiled every once in a while when you photographed Lisa or Ben. You smiled. It was such a calming thing when hunters weren’t total jackasses.

“Yeah, they’re nice.”

“Who are you talking to?” You snapped your eyes open to find Dean glaring at you, a few feet away. You shook your head. Not this time, Winchester. You kept your smile as you got up and walked towards where the rest of the family was.

“The cat, his name’s Schrödinger.” He meowed and climbed a tree, disappearing of the hunter’s sight.

You laughed, already sensing Dean’s question. “He says your energy is upsetting him.” The Winchester rolled his eyes.

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You had already wrapped everything up. Lisa thanked you for everything, as Ben did, both of them waving goodbye as you walked away. You felt like a weight lifted up from you, as if you had just draw the death card; the closing of a chapter and the beginning of a new one. You smiled to yourself, only to have that smile ripped away with the sound of a car slowing down beside your walking figure. You turned your head and glared your scary eyes to the creep, only that the creep was the hunter himself. At the sight of him, you rolled your eyes.

“Yes, I know. I will stay away from them. I’ll e-mail you the photos so you can get them printed wherever the heck you want. Happy? Seriously dude, what’s your problem?”

“You’re my problem. Lisa told me to give you a ride home.” You came to a halt, looking at him disgusted.

“Yeah, I made the same face.” He stopped the pick-up and opened the door for you from the inside. You were already tired, so you just shrugged and climbed on board without any snarky comment.

You didn’t live in the suburbs. Still, your place wasn’t far away. It was the perfect distance between some civilization such as coffee shops, bookstores and restaurants as well as actual houses with backyards and parks. You needn’t a car and if you really didn’t want to walk you knew which buses to take.

Why was it taking Dean so long to arrive to your house? Traffic. You would think there wasn’t such a thing in a small town, but even this particular town had its own bad traffic days. The fact that it was a Saturday night didn’t help at all.

“So…”

“No.” Dean gripped the steering wheel hard.

“What happened to the impala?” He looked at you questioningly. You shrugged.

“You are a famous hunter. You seriously think no one knows you drive a four door ’67 Chevy impala?”

“Could you be more creepy?”

“Actually I could, but for the sake of everyone else around, I won’t.” His grip tightened.

“Great. No more talking.” He pushed play on the stereo and instantly started skipping through channels and songs from the mixtape, but he couldn’t settle for anything. Both of you ended up in an uncomfortable silence.

“For God’s sake.” You groaned. An image of a car crash came into your head, answering your question of why was it taking so long, luckily no one was injured.

You pulled out your phone and started looking into your music. November rain started playing at the speakers of your phone; you placed it in the cup holder in between both of you. The music helped filling in the silence and easing the tensed muscles.

Dean sneaked a glance at you, mouthing the words along the song and your foot tapping along as well. A flashback of Sam lowering the volume to those songs came to him; a sad smile was placed in his lips. It had only been a three months, Bobby had asked him to move on, Sam himself asked him to. And he was trying to move on, Lisa and Ben made that easier. However, there still was this yearning of dropping everything, maybe for a weekend, and go search for him, for a solution, for his little brother.

Traffic had already been handled and the pick-up started to advance until it was already out of the sea of cars.

November rain had ended but Losing my religion played next, distracting the Winchester from thinking of his brother, the witch in the car with him and even, just for a moment, his new family. There was nothing but the music, the steering wheel and him. He even was unaware of you losing any self-control you had on you and starting to sing along with closed eyes and hands tapping the rhythm. The tension between you too dissipated.

Just as the song was ending, you had already arrived to your place. You retrieved your phone from the cup holder and paused the music.  You looked at Dean before offering him a small smile. You were determined in truly never interacting with him or Lisa and Ben ever again. They were nice and fun, of course, you liked them. But the trouble and emotional lethargy that involved dealing with the hunter made your decision clear.

“Thanks, Winchester.” There wasn’t sarcasm or anger to the words, merely pure gratitude. Dean wondered when was the last time he had heard words like that, not because he had saved someone from dying or he had made someone angry. When had it been the last time he heard gratitude for something as mundane as driving someone home? He sighed.

“Thank you, for the photos.” He looked at you, taking in the surprise in your face.

“I heard they turned out great.” You smiled again and nodded.

“Don’t worry; I’ll keep up with my word. I’ll e-mail them to you and I’ll stay away. For good, this time.”

“I…” Your phone rang, the name of Bobby appearing bright in the screen. The hunter frowned as you mentally face palmed. Good God, Bobby, you seriously want me dead.

“Bobby?” You went to open the door, except it was locked. You turned around to face angry Dean once again.

“I can explain.”

“Yeah you better do. See, when I meant family, I meant all of it.”

“Trust me, I didn’t mean for all of this to happen it just…”

“It just happened? Right, because I can trust you on that.” Exhaustion invaded you from head to toe.

“You know what? It did just happen. But that doesn’t matter because you’re not gonna trust me anyways. So whatever you want to do, do it. I’m tired of you. I’m tired of Bobby and I’m tired of…” You bit your lip before swallowing hard and giving away your body to the seat. You kept your gaze on your neighbor’s garden. If I die, I will come back as carnations, in that garden.

“I’m tired, Dean, whatever you decide to do, do it fast.” Your phone had already told Bobby what to do after the tone.  Silence and tension felt dense, they would suffocate you both unless either one of you decided to talk.

He knew that face, that feeling, as if your limbs were made of lead and your mind couldn’t think of anything else but giving up. He knew how you felt because he knew that was how he looked when he tried giving up.

“Damn it, Y/N! You better give me a good explanation before I change my mind.” What? You looked at him astonished, before swallowing your tears.

“It was me, Dean. That day, the phone call.” At the sight of confusion in his features, you exhaled a shaky breath before continuing. “He’s gone, isn’t he?” He’s gone, isn’t he? That voice, those words. His heart stopped beating for a second and he was sure the burning in his eyes were tears daring to fall. It seemed like the world had stopped spinning for both of you and you couldn’t shake off the sudden stillness.

“It was you.”

“It was me.”

[softforcal]

listen i'm an absolute hoe for your headcanons and maybe one of a slytherin!ash and hufflepuff!reader? (as hufflepuff as ashton is that boy is a fucking slytherin to the core i swear)

Slytherin!Ashton x Hufflepuff!Reader

-bae. i love you so much. you are such a fucking queen. like your blog really inspired me to create mine so i just want to say like, im dying that you trusted me enough to send this request and hopefully do it justice

-you are bae

-okay. lets go then :)

-so you’re a Hufflepuff and it’s funny because all the girls in your house have a thing for Ashton because he’s this kind of odd Slyther-puff mixture

-like he’s super sweet and funny and charming and definitely has Puff traits

-but at the same time this guy is loyal as fuck to his friends and he can be pretty sarcastic and intimidating when he needs to be, plus he’s a mischievous little fuck so there’s that too

-and he definitely has this whole bad boy vibe

-then there’s the whole thing about him being an absolute savage on the Quidditch Pitch

-like, he has a reputation for being such a brutal, conniving, ambitious, Quidditch mastermind and anyone who has to play against him knows that he will 100% hit a ball your direction and not worry about hurting you if it means getting his team a victory

-and you? well you’re just a little Hufflepuff squish

-so you’ve been going to school together for a few years, you’ve had similar classes and you’ve definitely noticed Ashton a lot, he’s pretty good friends with your friend Hufflepuff!Calum

-Ash also hangs out with Slytherin!Michael and Gryffindor!Luke

-those four are always getting in trouble because Ashton has some sort of plan and then Luke wants to do it because he’s the ‘brave Gryffindor’ and Calum always comes back laughing his ass off about the whole thing and sharing the details

-one day you’re in a hallway studying when Ashton runs past you, then stops, turns around and sits down on the floor next to you, “i need you to pretend we’re studying.” he states

-you’re about to ask what he means when Filch comes hobbling down the hall, his eyes fixed on Ashton, “what do you think you’re doing?” Filch asks

-”studying with Y/N.” Ashton says

-Filch looks to you and you take a breath before saying “it’s true. we’ve been studying.”

-Filch glares, “mark my works Irwin, i will catch you next time.”

-as soon as Filch is gone you turn to Ashton and he’s just like “so what are you studying anyways?”

-you give him the book to look at and his eyes skim over it, he notices you looking at him and he grins, “i enchanted one of his dust pans to not be able to pick up dust.” Ashton explains, “thats why he’s mad.”

-Ashton hands you the book back and stands, “anyways, thanks for the save, see you around.”

-you watch him go and are still kinda flustered, i mean, he just coerced you into helping him get away with Mischief. now you know why Calum is always covering for Ashton

-your day continues and when its over you head to the Hufflepuff common room, Cal is there and grins when he sees you “there you are! hows it feel being bad?” he teases

-you get a little flustered, “i’m not bad-”

-”Ash says otherwise.” Cal grins

-your heart is pounding like out of your chest, “what did he say?” you squeak

-”aw, nothing bad, i’m just playing.” Cal assures you, “Ash just said you looked really cute all flustered and lying to Filch.”

-Ashton fucking Irwin called you cute?

-yeah, your little Hufflepuff heart can’t handle it

-”don’t tell Ash i told you though.” Calum says

-”i wont.” you say before scurrying away

-not being able to sleep that night because wtf, Ashton thinks you’re cute

-going for breakfast the next morning and Cal sits down next to you, you’re shocked when Ashton sits down across from you

-like Ash has sat at the Hufflepuff table before with Cal, usually their group sits either at Slytherin or Hufflepuff (never Gryffindor) and usually when he sits at the Hufflepuff table all the girls swoon around the group of gorgeous guys

-and now he’s sitting across from you

-”up for another adventure?” Ash grins at you

-”we can’t drag her into this again Ash.” Cal sighs, “she’s too innocent.”

-”i bet she has a dirty side, don’t you Y/N?” Ashton grins at you

-you die inside because how the fuck is this even happening

-”stop picking on Hufflepuffs.” Slytherin!Michael says as he sits down next to Ashton, “you’re going to give one of these girls a fucking heart attack some day.”

-Ashton rolls his eyes but is just like, “so, Ravenclaw vs Slytherin Quidditch match this weekend, you guys coming?”

-and its an odd question, because of course Michael is going (he’s the announcer) and Calum always goes… so the question is more directed towards you? but he’s trying to be nonchalant about it?

-of course his friends don’t play along because they both turn to look at you

-”i think i have school work-” you begin to say

-Ashton laughs, “wow, okay, didn’t realize Hufflepuffs could be so harsh.”

-you try to fix your mistake but they all are laughing

-”she would rather do homework than watch you play mate, that’s sad.” Michael is giggling

-they change the topic and conversation continues, it’s mostly them talking to each other about stuff that they’ve done, Ashton explains the incident the day before, it’s just good conversation and then the breakfast is done and you all get up to head to class

-”hey, Y/N, wait up.” Ashton says, catching up to you, “we have class together.” he states

-you know that but you had no idea he’s even noticed that this is one of the classes you share, he usually sits in the back with the other Slytherins while you’re somewhere in the middle with the Hufflepuffs

-”what can i do to convince you to come to the game?” Ashton says as the two of you walk to class

-”i’m really sorry if it seemed like i don’t think its interesting to watch you play-” you begin to apologize again

-Ashton waves his hand, “don’t worry about it, what will make you come?”

-”i’m sure you have enough Hufflepuff fans coming already-”

-”so? i want you there.” he states.

-wow, he is going for it. you’ve never had a Slytherin chase after you before but now the stories about Slytherins who are ambitious and do whatever they can to get what they want are true

-”i guess i can make time-” you sigh

-”great.” he grins as the two of you enter class

-you’re about to go to your regular seat but Ash grabs your hand, “nah, you’re sitting with me today.”

-and he leads you to the general Slytherin area while they all stare at you and your Hufflepuff friends watch with big eyes

-it’s the back corner of the class

-everyone knows Ashton always sits in the back corner because he usually slacks off in class or sleeps (word is that he has a different girl every night and thats why he never gets any sleep but you are really starting to doubt that rumour)

-so you follow him to the back of the class, “i’m not taking someone else’s seat am i?” you ask awkwardly

-”Luke usually sits here but he’s sick today.” Ashton answers

-so Ashton has always been flirty with Hufflepuffs, hell he has a whole Hufflepuff fan club of girls who love him, but he never really sits with any of them except Calum

-and yet there you are

-you see girls from his fan club looking at you

-and of course the Slytherin girls are giving you the evil eye as well because Ashton is big news

-you’re trying to pay attention to the teacher and Ashton is kinda just sitting there looking bored

-he tries to talk to you a few times but you make it really obvious that you have to pay attention

-”Classic Hufflepuff.”

-finally you’re just like “yes Ashton, i am Hufflepuff, i pay attention in class and i don’t break the rules, i like getting school work done and yes, if that means missing a Quidditch game, then i do, now if you would please stop distracting me.”

-his eyes kinda widen and he laughs a little but leans back in his chair and doesn’t say anything for the rest of class

-you can’t believe you snapped at him?

-is his Slytherin-ness rubbing off on you already?

-lied to Filch and now you’re snapping at people?

-class ends and you immediately turn to apologize to Ashton and he just laughs, “stop apologizing so much, you’re right. you are a Hufflepuff and i need to respect that.”

-”you’re not mad at me?” you ask nervously as the two of you leave the class

-he shakes his head, “no, besides,” he does that super sweet thing were the guy kinda grabs your cheek you know? “you’re cute when your angry.”

-and then he’s turning and going to his class and you’re standing there shooketh

-classes continue and your last class is also with Ashton, you enter the room and he’s already in the back so you take your seat in the middle

-you’re surprised when someone sits next to you and you turn to see Ashton, he doesn’t look at you though, just looks towards the board where the homework is written down and he begins to scribble it onto a piece of paper

-”what are you doing?” you ask

-”i’m writing down the homework.” he answers

-before you can say anything else, class starts.

-he doesn’t interrupt you at all. in fact, he actually is taking notes and being a good student?

-more shook

-class ends and Ashton turns to you, “i’m thirsty.” he states, “are you thirsty?”

-being kinda confused for a moment because Slytherin’s have been known to say kinda odd shit that is secretly sexual or sometimes talk in weird code and thirsty might mean dtf but you don’t know

-Ashton can see that you’re trying to figure out what he’s saying

-”by thirsty i mean actually thirsty, like, do you want to go get a Butterbeer?” he clarifies

-”um yeah, sure.” you say, laughing that he needed to clarify the whole thing

-so the two of you begin to walk down to the Three Broomsticks

-he tells you about this new secret passage he found and how it makes it easier to get to some classes, he talks about Quidditch for a bit, he talks about Michael almost getting caught in a prank the other day and how he had to step in and protect him because Slytherin’s are loyal

-”i honestly didn’t expect you to help me out with Filch.” he states, “lying out of loyalty is more of a Slytherin thing so i didn’t expect you to lie for me. but you did. and i wanted to say thanks again. i appreciate it.”

-”no problem, it was just a little white lie.” you grin

-continuing to talk until you get drinks then just hanging out and having a good time, walking back to the school and Ashton drops you off at your common room, saying hi to Cal as you get eye-murdered by some Hufflepuff girls, then he leaves

-”so you and Ashton.” Cal grins

-practically dying on Calum’s shoulder because you’re finally able to let out all your anxiety and be super wtf about your whole day being insane

-”not going to lie Y/N, always thought you’d end up with a Hufflepuff but Ashton’s a nice guy, for a Slytherin.” Calum shrugs

-the week continues and Ashton sits with you in all the classes you have together, something Luke was not a fan of when he came back from being sick

-Luke coming back and realizes Ashton is flirting with a Hufflepuff and suddenly Luke is roasting the shit out of Ashton

-”so you and a puff?” Luke grins, “never saw that coming.”

-”i’m not surprised,” Michael laughs, “Ash and Cal have been practically married for years.”

-”it’s not Ashton’s fault he has a soft spot for Hufflepuffs.” Cal shrugs

-so it’s game day and at breakfast you’re sitting with all four of them, something thats become almost normal for the five of you

-Ash has to leave early for warm up but before he goes he turns to you, “here, a final incentive for you to come to the game.” he states, wrapping his green scarf around your neck

-”great, now you’re guilt tripping the poor Puff.” Luke laughs

-Ashton rolls his eyes and leaves

-you are wearing Ashton fucking Irwin’s green scarf

-it dawns on you after a little while that usually only girlfriends wear scarves

-the looks of jealousy from other girls are insane

-going to the game and Ashton is fucking gorgeous as a beater, lets be serious

-Slytherin wins and the four of you go down to the pitch to congratulate Ashton  

-as you go in for a hug he grabs your face and kisses you while his friends all whistle

-pulling away a flustered mess because holy shit

-he just thinks you’re the cutest fucking thing all flustered

-he just loves seeing you flustered

-no other house gets as flustered as Hufflepuffs do and you are the cutest flustered little Puff he’s ever seen

-he’s always felt protective of Hufflepuffs but with you it was almost instant, from the first time he saw the look of panic when you realized you had to lie to save him from Filch, but then you had?

-yeah he’d known it since that moment that the only Slytherin he ever wanted corrupting you, was him

-”you’re so cute.” he says, looking down at you as you attempt to hide your flustered Hufflepuff self against his chest

-”sorry i’m so flustered.” you laugh

-he lets out the cutest giggle and is just like “you’re perfect.”

-and thus begins the relationship

-this was such a long build up i am so sorry. wanted that semi-slow burn for this one because this is such a cute pairing

-and Hufflepuffs be flustered ya’ll

-after that you two are practically a couple

-it’s not official

-but like, you go on super cute dates where his one goal is to make you smile so much your face hurts, and get so flustered you have to hide against his chest, he loves that

-lots of hugs

-he’s such a softy for you

-and he’s loyal as fuck. so like. he doesn’t even look at other girls anymore

-and people are shook

-little corruptions

-like him showing you a secret passage to get to class early

-but of course this boy would rather make out with you in said secret passage, so actually arriving to class slightly late

-you getting all flustered because you’re late and he just giggles at how cute you are

-secret passages definitely being a thing for you two

-because the fact that the two of you probably shouldn’t be in the secret passage gets your heart racing even more than the gorgeous boy kissing you, so together? your heart is practically leaping out of your chest

-Ashton has been best friends with Hufflepuff!Cal for ages so he’s already welcome in the Hufflepuff common room and he knows his way around so people seeing him there isn’t an odd thing

-but it still gets your heart racing to try to sneak him up to your room

-he’s so chill with it and laughs at how sneaky you try to be about it

-he just thinks everything you do is adorable

-the first time you have sex being super sweet and loving because you’re his soft Hufflepuff and he doesn’t want to hurt or damage you

-but after the first time? if you have a kinky side he almost has a heart attack

-His sweet Hufflepuff? has a kinky side? oof

-he’d find it so fucking hot

-like Jesus Christ, seeing his normally innocent Puff get wild would definitely do things to this boy

-but you only get freaky in the bedroom

-so like, if you’re in class and he even puts his hand on your upper thigh you get all flustered and cute again and it makes him laugh

-its his little secret that you’re secretly wild behind closed doors

-he would feel so fucking honoured about that too

-he’s just so soft on you

-lots of face kissing because it makes you laugh

-yeah, your smile is his top priority

-and if anyone messes with you, Ashton will fuck them up

-wearing his scarf to games

-never missing a game after the first kiss because you’re his good luck charm

-he knows you so well

-this soft Slytherin just wants some cuddles

-so at first you had a good influence on him and paying attention in class but after a while he gets too distracted by you and likes playing with your hair instead

-and you can never study with this boy because studying always leads to sex

-Ashton coming to a study sesh to see the other guys there too and he whines because it’s obviously a tactic to get him to actually study and not just jump your bones

-and they all know it too

-Cal and Michael always groaning about the two of you because they both have to hear it about it all the time

-Luke living in a nice bliss where he gets to see the two of you being cute but thats it

-Ashton trying to teach you to be meaner to people and not apologize so much

-”and then you say ‘fuck you.’” “Ash i really don’t want to-” “come on Princess, repeat after me… ‘fuck you.’” “fuck-Ash is this really necessary? what if i just say ‘you’re mean’ that will get them for sure.”

-so much laughing because you’re such a sweetie

-the first time he hears you swear at someone his heart actually stops and he takes you to celebrate in a secret passage way ;)

-okay so this is 3000 words and i have to stop because wtf, this pairing though is just so fucking cute wtf