#cause i gotta hand THAT fucker in in 7 weeks!

[heartoferebor]

Fic update

Update on B&B for everyone who is waiting for the last two chapters: last chapter is done! I’m working on the epilogue right now and it’s hard going, mostly because I just DON’T WANT IT TO END.

[tteokdoroki]

hello! if you’re still doing these could i please request 7 with Bakugou?

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katsuki bakugou x gn!reader.

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♡ prompt #7  —  reader has a secret admirer, character of choice doesn’t know how to confess.

♡ genre: everyone, fluff + slight angst.

♡ word count: 1.8K

♡ warnings: cursiing!

♡ author’s notes: thank you for requestiing my lovely !!

yet again, warmth spreads underneath your skin and across your chest at the sight of the chocolates displayed cutely across your desk. for the last week or so, you’d received a flurry of gifts from an unknown admirer— each attached to a sweet note, written with such deep feelings that every time you read one your heart thumped loudly in your chest.  

“let me guess, another one?” mina swoons from your right, joining you in the empty classroom for the day ahead. pink hair tickles at the junction between your head and your shoulder as she reaches for the box of sweets in your grip— you don’t bother putting up a fight, knowing she’d take it from you anyway. “that’s like the third time this week, yn.”

bowing your head shyly, you run your fingers over the small note that lays unfolded on your desk. ‘for you, i’d do anything.’ it reads and you wonder for the umpteenth time; you out of all of classmates is capable of writing such a thing. “i know, i really wish i knew who’s sending them— no ones ever quite done something like this for me before.” you voice is quiet and hopeful, a contrast to the bustling energetic babbles that come from your third year classmates as they filter in for the day ahead. you scan them all to look for a possible source, knowing that your heart could belong to anyone of them.

“it’s gotta be deku!” kaminari cuts through your train of thought like a knife through butter— throwing his arm around your shoulders as he plucks the box of chocolates from mina’s grip, much to her annoyance. “he’s like the sweetest dude in the class, there’s no way it could be anyone else. we’re not capable of cute shit like that.” you roll your eyes and allow your friend to tear open the box for a morning treat but let your gaze slip over to where izuku chats animatedly with ochako. not him.

jirou is next to speak, ripping the box from the blonde to take it to her desk beside yours. kaminari whines as the girl divides up the sweet snacks for, taking one for both herself and mina. chaos is ensuing and yet again, your friends are the centre of it. “nah, my bet’s on sato...how else would yn be getting so many sweet treats every day?”

the group falls silent, mulling over the choice as you finally take a seat and swipe one of the chocolates for yourself. popping it into your mouth, you huff in frustration.

“doesn’t make sense, everything gifted to me so far has been insanely exclusive or expensive...some are even my favourites from abroad and— i don’t speak to sato enough for him to know them...“ you admit, pawing your cheeks with embarrassment.

“maybe it’s kirishima then! you guys are always together and he kinda seems like the romantic type..?” your pink haired friend suggests and the more you think about it, the more it makes sense. it was true, you were both always together— even if it was in the presence of others like bakugou and kaminari— and had more than enough in common, from music tastes to gaming. you could see the hardening hero as someone you’d go for as well, eijirou was an obvious choice. “what do you think, bakugou?”

you peek up from the note ( neatly folded ) and box of chocolates ( now returned ) that sit on your desk, catching the arrival of your final three friends. bakugou, sero and kirishima himself. you feel body flush with warmth as you catch the latter’s ruby eyed gaze and give him a small wave accompanied by a smile; that kirishima quickly returns.  

the blonde however, tsks at mina’s question before making his way to his seat. you considered yourself and katsuki to be good friends; it was usually quiet whenever you too were around one another which was a nice change of pace from his usual rowdy personality— but the majority of your time with each other was spent with him teasing you for your quirk.

“‘m callin’ bullshit. whoever this is should hurry up and face how they feel. the candy shit is stupid.” bakugou growls out, throwing his backpack onto the desk; ready to begin class. in all three years of knowing him, he’d never showed any signs of romantic interest towards anyone in your class, especially you. meaning that your admirer, definitely bakugou.

you turn away from him and your group of friends to face the board, ignoring how they scold him for his harsh words. “right, stupid...” you sigh quietly, just as aizawa enters the room.

ever since your brief conversation with the explosive boy himself, bakugou had been increasingly rude to you throughout the day and it was starting to get on your last nerves. at first, it had been subtle— bumping you in the corridors between classes, pretending he didn’t have an extra pen for you when you knew that he carried spares for your friends who often forgot and then he’d straight up ignored your invitation to study during lunch like you usually did.

you figured that the blonde was having a bad day, bakugou was never usually this harsh to you and you could talk it out with him later. this behaviour was something you hadn’t seen from your friend since first year, and you almost believed that something else had been bothering him— until he almost blew you high into the sky during hero training that afternoon. of course you called him out on it, yelling at him in front of the entire class as your frustrations finally bubbled over but bakugou remained straight faced— leading to your current predicament.

aizawa thought it was best for the two of you to work things out over cleaning duties after school— something you thought you’d been well past seeing as you were third years now. mature, grown up third years who knew how to talk about their problems. apparently, katsuki bakugou was not one of them. even while you rearranged chairs and swept under desks, he still managed to crawl under your skin with petty remarks and hums of disapproval.

it’s only when you realised that katsuki had been actively trying to avoid your gaze or rather, your entire presence— that you snapped, dropping the broom you held in your hands and letting it clatter to the floor beside him, ultimately grabbing his attention.

“are you fucking insane—?”

“what the hell is your problem, bakugou?” you slice right through his words, a quiet rage flooding your bloodstream as you glare down at him. the boy himself looks dumbfounded, having never heard you talk to him in such away, before and stops shelving the books he had been holding. “did i do something to you?”

“like I’d let you do anythin’ to piss me off.”

god, he infuriates you. you step closer to the blonde, who stands at least half a head taller than you and shove at his chest as best you can— needing an outlet for your frustrations. “then why have you been acting like an asshole all day? first you blow me off and then you quite literally blow me up, and now? you’re avoiding me?” your fists curl in his untucked shirt, tugging at it as all of your emotions spill out into the space between you. “i don’t know what i did, but it doesn’t mean you get to treat your friend like shit, katsuki. you’ve been so mean to me today!”

bakugou looks away, avoiding your eyes that cloud with a sadness he can’t bare to face. you tell yourself not to cry, hating the way your bottom lip wobbles at his change in attitude. “’m mean to everyone, there’s nothin’ special about you.” he excuses himself, trying to step away from you.

“but not to me, you know that,” your voice shakes, everything you’d held back finally slipping through opened cracks. why was he treating you this way? what had you done to deserve this? you glance up, trying to find his vermillion eyes and the answers that may lie behind them. “you’ve been acting so...so off, since this morning, when mina asked about my admirer. you called it stupid. is it so hard to believe that someone, that kirishima might even like me?” the grip you had on bakugou’s shirt loosens but you remain leaning against him, neither of you daring to breathe. “why should i even care what you think? you’ve never been one for romance...u-unless you count the manga that you read but i don’t know how that would...”

and then your babbling stops, realisation washing over you in heavy waves. bakugou appears visibly tense before you, fist clenching and unclenching by his aides as you process your own train of thought. he hadn’t been mean to you for the sake of it, he had been because he didn’t know how else to express his feelings of jealously. it wasn’t kirishima that had been sending you notes, no— it had been bakugou all along. “how that would relate to me...” you think out loud, feeling him flinch beneath your grip. “k-katsuki...do you have a crush on me?”

“...don’t...” the blonde warns, heat rushing to his cheeks at your very accusation. a smile comes rushing to your cheeks, the familiar warmth finding its way back into your chest. “don’t look at me like that, fucker. i-i’m not good at this emotion shit, you know that and this was easier than talking— yn, stop fucking lookin’ at me like that.”

the almost whine that slips from between katsuki’s lips makes your tummy fill with affectionate butterflies, causing you to finally let go of his poor shirt and throw your arms around him in a tight hug. bakugou hesitates for a moment, trying to decode the situation and decide for himself if this was real— but you decide to do the talking and tell him foot yourself. “can’t help it, not when i feel the same way about you, katsuki.” you knew that no matter who was behind your little gifts and love notes, your heart would belong to your admirer and your admirer alone. with a rush of adrenaline after feeling katsuki return your embrace, you lean up to press a soft lingering kiss to his chapped lips.

he tastes like honey and smoke, feels warm like a soft summer breeze but as your lips love together and speak a thousand unspoken confessions, the pair of you realise that you never want the moment to end. “i meant what i said in that last note,” bakugou hums softly, pressing his forehead to yours and holding you close as if you’re going to disappear or suddenly realise your feelings for him aren’t true. “i’d do anything for you...”

“anything?” for the second time that day, you swoon at the blonde’s words and peck his nose gently.

he nods once, lost in thought before speaking again. “except for buy you those fucking chocolates again. they’re fucking expensive, cost a shitload.”

you snort at that, leaning up to lock lips him again— who needed chocolate when you could kiss katsuki bakugou instead.

[prettyyboyspence]

World’s Best Dad

Warnings: fluff, swearing 

Word Count: 2.3k

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Spencer Reid loved his job. Going out on cases and catching bad guys. It’s what he did best.

But when Spencer Reid met you, things changed.

He wanted to be there for you. He held back and was more careful. He thought through his decisions before he made them and then made the safest decision possible. All so he could come back home to you.

He wanted you to be in his life forever, which is why he married you two years ago. Married life has been great for the two of you and you both have never been happier.

Except for the day you told Spencer you were pregnant. That was, as of right now, the happiest day of your life.

“Hey, I’m home,” Spencer said as he walked into the apartment.

“Hi, baby, how was your case? Catch the bad guy?” You said with a teasing voice as you stirred the spaghetti you were making the two of you for dinner.

“It was alright,” he sighed as he took a seat at the kitchen table and set his head in his hands.

You frowned at him as you looked over, “was it kids?” Cases about kids always made the whole team in a gloomy mood. It’s never nice when kids are being taken from their homes and possibly killed.

He nodded, staying quiet. He had nothing to say. He really didn’t want to talk about it.

“Well, I got you a present, today, while I was out. The bag on the table. I saw it and it made me think of you.”

He looked up at you but you kept your back to him to hide your smile. He grabs the Target bag and pulls it towards himself, taking out the box.

You spun around when his attention was fully on the present and smiled at him. He opened the box and pulled out his new mug.

“It’s a coffee mug, y/n.” He said, unimpressed, as he looked at you.

“Turn it around. Read it, babe,” you said with a smile.

He spun the mug around and read it. And then read it again.

World’s best dad.

“I— world's best dad? Are you— are we… pregnant?” He said as he slowly got up from his seat, a smile was creeping onto his face.

You put your hand over your stomach with a smile, “I went to the doctor yesterday, I’m six weeks pregnant.”

“Oh my god!” He said with a laugh as he ran up and gave you a hug. “Oh my god! We’re gonna have a kid! A real child! Oh my god, I’m gonna be a dad.” He picked you up and spun you around as you held him tight.

“You’re gonna be a dad,” you said and kissed the top of his head.

That almost seven months ago. Now you look like you’re about to pop. Spencer didn’t wanna go on cases now, not when you could go into labor at any minute. But your due date was in two weeks, he had time.

As Spencer walks onto the jet and takes a seat, he pulls out his phone to call you. He always calls when he steps on and off the jet, to let you know he’s safe and to check up on you.

“Hello, my love, how are you?” You answer the phone. He can hear the smile on your face.

“I’m good, getting back on the jet now. How are you? How’s the baby?”

“Me and the little peanut are fine. We are having dino nuggets for dinner,” you say as you pull the chicken nuggets out of the oven.

“Dino nuggets?” Spencer asks with a laugh.

“Yes, stop judging me. I’m carrying your child and I want dino nuggets, leave me be!”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Thank you for carrying my child and feeding him or her dino nuggets.” Spencer says causing the rest of the team to laugh, overhearing his conversation.

The BAU loves seeing you two together and there is no group of people happier that you guys are having a child. They love Spencer, he has always been the baby of the BAU and they’ve always been a little extra protective over him.

They were skeptical when Spencer first told them about you. They didn’t want anyone to hurt him. But when they met you, they knew that you two would get married and be together forever. You were absolutely perfect for him. You listen to his random genius rants and actually ask questions instead of dismissing him. He trusted you and that was enough for the rest of the team to trust you too.

Also, you brought a nice bottle of wine.

“Thank you for this judgment-free zo— uh oh.”

“Uh oh? What’s uh oh?” Spencer says into the phone, holding the attention of his teammates.

“Uhh, how long did you say it would be until you got home?” You say with a soft voice. Spencer can tell something is wrong.

“Y/n, I’ll be home in like two hours probably. Now, what’s uh oh?”

“My water just broke.”

Spencer's jaw dropped as he froze, “wha- what do you mean? I’m not home. What do you mean your water broke?”

The rest of the team gives Spencer a shocked face as Hotch gets up and walks towards the front of the jet. Probably to tell the pilot that he needs to go as fast as fucking possible.

“I thought you were a genius, Spence. I mean my water broke. I mean I’m about to have a fucking child and you’re in the middle of the air two goddamn hours away.” At this point, you are slightly panicking.

You and Spencer had talked about this moment. How he would drive you to the hospital while holding your hand through the contractions. But he wasn’t here. He couldn’t drive you. You’re on your own for now.

“Okay, alright. Calm down. It’s gonna be fine,” Spencer says even though he is also panicking. “Just stay on the phone with me, baby, okay?”

He takes his head away from the phone for a second, “JJ, can you call an ambulance to my house, please? And can someone tell Garcia? She’s the only one in DC.”

JJ nods and Derek says he’ll take care of Penelope.

“Okay, love. JJ is calling you an ambulance and Derek is calling Penelope, she’ll meet you at the hospital, okay? I’ll be there as soon as I can. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine, Spencer. Oh, god. Ow! Fuck, I think I’m having a contraction. Wow, this hurts like a mother fucker,” you curse as you walk back to your shared bedroom and start grabbing some clothes. You figure you could be in the hospital for a few days so some clothes wouldn’t hurt. You throw Spencer an extra outfit in too just in case.

“Okay, you’re okay. I know it hurts but you’ll be okay.” Spencer coos into the phone. He hates this. There is nothing he can do, he can’t take your pain away, he can’t even hold your hand through it.

You have two more contractions before the ambulance gets to your house. They’re 8 minutes apart, Spencer timed them and made you tell the paramedics.

You eventually hang up the phone with your beloved husband and get into the ambulance. When you’re on route to the hospital he texts you to let you know Garcia is there and waiting for you. It calms you down to know you’ll at least have someone there that you know to hold your hand.

When Spencer finally gets to the hospital you are only 7 centimeters dilated and you are mid contraction.

“Y/n! Hi!” He says running into the room to see Garcia holding your hand as you scream in pain, “I’m here, baby,” he rushes to your bed and grabs your hand which you immediately squeeze.

“You! You did this to me, you bitch!” You groan out in pain, “holy fuck, ow!” It causes the other nurses to laugh as you blame your husband for your pain but it only causes him to frown.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Spencer says as he presses a kiss to the back of your hand. “But we’re gonna be parents baby,” he grins.

“Yeah, you can smile because you don’t have to push a watermelon-sized baby out of you!”

“Well actually, babies are often compared to—“

“If you finish that sentence, Spencer Reid, I’m going to kill you and this baby will be an orphan because I’ll be in jail and you’ll be dead!”

This continues for another 3 centimeters until you are fully dilated and ready to push. Spencer really is the best husband, even if you keep yelling at him. He holds your hand the entire time, through every contraction. He keeps telling you that he’s so lucky to have you and how you are going to be the best mom in the entire world. You would not have been able to do this without him.

Spencer runs out into the waiting room to see his whole team sitting there. They all look up at him with questioning faces. Is everything okay? Did you have the baby?

“It’s a boy!” Spencer cries, “I have a son!”

Everyone cheers as they pull him into hugs and kiss the top of his head.

“When do we get to meet the little bugger?” Derek asks the new father.

“Now, if you want,” he answers.

“Of course, we want. I can’t believe our boy wonder is a father.” Garcia squeals as she pulls him into another hug.

Spencer grins as he leads the team down the hallway and into your room. You look up at them with tired, yet happy, eyes. They all smile at you and the little baby in your arms.

Your husband reclaims his spot right next to your bed as he looks down at you with a smile and takes his son out of your arms.

“Guys,” Spencer starts, “meet Atticus Morgan Reid.”

Derek gasps as he hears the middle name. He looks between you and Spencer with a grin, “are you guys serious?”

You both nod, “of course we are,” you say.

Derek Morgan was practically Spencer's older brother and since you had met him you felt the same way. You knew he would do anything for either of you and although they just met, he would also do anything to protect your baby. Derek Morgan was an amazing person and definitely a good person to name your child after.

The entire team takes their turn holding Atticus and telling you and Spencer how cute he is. You both can’t help but agree because he is the cutest baby either of you has ever seen.

Atticus is in JJ’s arms as he begins to cry. Spencer gasps, clearly scared, as he looks at you.

“What- what do we do?” He asks you, concerned for his son.

“Give him to me, Spence,” you chuckle as you watch your husband take your son from his best friend and hand him to you.

“We’ll leave you be,” Emily says as she drags the rest of the team out of your hospital room.

You hold Atticus, cradling his head, as you look up at Spencer. “See, baby,” you say to your husband as you begin to rock your son and his cries calm down, “you just gotta stay calm and he’ll stay calm.”

He takes a seat next to you on your bed, “I can’t believe we’re parents. I’m a dad.”

“You’re a dad, baby. You’re gonna be a great dad, okay, Spence? Worlds best.”

He nods, “yeah. Yeah. And you’re gonna be a great mom.”

“We are going to be great parents to this little peanut,” you say as you look down at your now, sleeping son.

He hasn’t been crying a lot and when he does he's easy to calm down and you’re grateful for it. You know Spencer is worried about being a dad. His dad never taught him how to be one, she has no idea how to be there for him.

But, honestly, neither do you. No one is taught how to be a parent, it’s just something you learn along the way. And if Spencer is good at anything, it’s learning.

He takes Atticus into his arms and lays him down in the crib the hospital brought into your room. He smiles down at the little guy before pressing a kiss to his forehead and whispering a “goodnight, buddy.”

You hold your arms out for him to come to your bed. When he turns around and sees you he smiles as he takes a seat back in your bed and lays down with you.

You turn towards him and lay your head on his chest, “I love you, Spencer.”

“I love you, too.” He says with a kiss on your head as you both fall asleep from a very exhausting day.

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Radioactive Ch. 1: Unthinkable

Summary: Science marches on as magic and science mix in the most dangerous way.

A/N: Title comes from “Unthinkable” by Cloudy June and Imagine Dragon’s “Radioactive”. This was supposed to be the season finale but there’s still shorts I want to do with this arc so the season finale will be at the end of September with the wedding, where I assure you nothing unfortunate will happen. Absolutely nothing.

In other news, this is my 200th short, and that makes me very happy. Hope you all enjoy this mid-arc short.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

A thunderstorm started in the city, slowly rolling its way towards the north. Time was of the essence. Hours of testing, born from months of planning now culminated in a single moment.

In a bunker in the middle of the woods, two young men were conducting the first test. It was dark out and the city was in a frenzy, but that didn’t matter out here.

Barely anything mattered out here.

Tubbo and Jack Manifold stood in a well shielded bunker in the middle of the woods to the north east of Egoton. They were hundreds of miles into the cursed woods. They wore lab coats over their clothes.

“You know,” Jack Manifold chuckled to Tubbo as they got in place at the computer, a screen in front of them that overlooked the top of the forest. “It would be hilarious if all this thing did was smoke, shake, an’[1] then catch fire.”

Tubbo made an amused chuckle. “Then I guess I got arrested fer nothin’.”[2]

The two of them descended into a fit of laughter before Tubbo sobered up. “Goggles down.”

“Check,” Jack made sure his goggles were securely over his eyes.

“Safety shields one through ten?” Tubbo called next, his eyes and hands already moving to the array of sensors.

“Safety shields one through ten are all stable, an’[1] showin’[3] a steady magical signature,” Jack responded.

“Forest clear?” Tubbo grabbed the microphone and flipped the switch on that sent a signal to dozens of speakers and cameras that the two of them had set up and hidden in the “kill” and “cancer” zones weeks prior. “Attention! Attention! This is a serious warnin’ fer radiation if you are in the vicinity ‘a hearin’ this you must make yourself known so we can safely clear the woods. If you do not, you will die or become severely injured an’ get sick.”[4]

The two of them waited for a couple minutes, flipping through cameras to double check no one was going to get hurt. There was a malfunction from one of the cameras where an audio error was happening but nothing was on the camera and Tubbo sent one of his bee familiars to check it out and it came back with nothing.

Tubbo sent the message again and after nothing, he declared, “Forest clear.”

“Payload in place?” Jack was already checking the sensor.

“Check,” Tubbo double checked it.

“Reason fer[5] use ‘a[6] launch code?” Jack was looking down the button for any sign that something was out of order or going to malfunction.

“Testing payload in a safe environment before storage,” Tubbo answered.

Tubbo took a deep breath. “Here we are.”

Jack nervously swallowed.

The young teen took out a key card with a radioactive symbol and a bee on it. The number 1 marking it. “Ready?”

Smiling, Jack pulled out his own match card with a radioactive symbol and a skull, the number 2 marked on it. “Ready.”

Tubbo hit the sirens as they blared out, a final warning as Jack looked at Tubbo and saw the nervous anticipation.

“Inserting keycards for launch on my mark,” Tubbo announced. “I will count to three, an’[1] then I will say: “go” they are not ta[7] be inserted sooner or later.”

“Understood,” Jack called out, readying to insert the keycard. “Ready.”

“On my mark,” Tubbo called out, copying him. The room was deathly silent as the thunderstorm got closer. “3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . Go! Go!”

The keycards went in and a signal raced along the current until they hit a panel far off into the distance. The pause was a fraction, of a fraction, of a second but it hit the payload and lacked it over the tree line until it struck a random tree on its starting descent.

The two young men had been expecting a small explosion, or no explosion, but the opposite happened. The earth shook the entire town for a couple brief seconds as a pulse of magic mixed with a deadly radioactive payload made a mushroom cloud that rose over the treeline and left a crater in its wake.

Tubbo and Jack screamed in horror and surprise as the tremors quickly subsided and Jack was so frozen in terror and surprise that he thought that it was his tinnitus making that sound.

But that was laughter. Tubbo was letting out a mad cackling laugh. The shields had protected them from the explosion, protecting the city. But Tubbo was so charged with energy, and in their surprise no one had yet to notice that Tubbo’s bad right eye had changed. It had been initially blinded and scarred, along with his hearing in one ear, in a close range explosion a couple years ago. Tubbo had designed a replacement and then grew out his hair to hide it. Now it was scarred again, a permanent radioactive symbol etched into the iris. Forever branding Tubbo for his bastardization of magic and science.

Jack looked over at Tubbo, watching him laugh and fight to collect his composure again with a new wash of horror.

“Tubster,” Jack tried to reach out to what he thought was a young man in desperate need of comfort. “It’s okay, it was just a test.”

“We have two more,” Tubbo said in a giddy tone of voice that terrified Jack.

“Wh-What?” Jack saw something briefly glowing underneath the fridge of Tubbo’s hair.

“We’re more powerful than Techno,” Tubbo smiled before remembering something. “But how’s . . .”

Jack found himself unable to speak as Tubbo reached for a RV control and operated his bee drone to head for the site after getting it ready to collect radioactive samples.

What he got brought the smile back to his face. “Cept fer the larger explosion, this looks better than I could have e’er imagined. The magic is helpin’ ta neutralize the radiation. By tomorrow it’ll be clean.”[8]

Jack leaned in to look at the camera, “Oh my—”

Tubbo’s eyes widened as Jack went slack jawed at the video image of the crater. There was a deep hole where the explosion had dissipated most of its force.

The echoes of another mad laugh bubbled in Tubbo’s chest, but he reigned it in. “I think it’s time ta[7] pack up, don’t you?”

“Ye-Yeah,” Jack said uneasily as Tubbo secured the other two payload cores into a leak-proof led box and made them vanish into his coat with his aura. Then Tubbo grabbed their books. Jack’s keycard was burning a hole in his pocket.

Then, once everything incriminating was cleaned up and stored on either Tubbo or Jack’s person.

When Tubbo double checked the area they set up a portal grid that charged with foaming purple aura. Tubbo felt a comfortable release of tension at the bits of Ranboo’s aura that came from the grid. As familiar as Tubbo’s own aura, and it felt like a refreshing breeze when he passed through the portal and into a nightclub that had three different layers to it. A dinning, dancing area. The VIP room was up a flight of curved stairs, and up at the top was a fighting area with cameras that projected the combatants all over the club.

Dream’s Server, where he was judge, jury, king, and executioner. Frequently Dream stayed in the VIP room unless Techno walked in and wanted a fight, or he had to leave to tend to some business.

Tonight everyone was down on the main floor, a match clearly interrupted and when Tubbo and Jack walked in everyone was staring at them, and anyone looked at Tubbo. Staring at him as if he was covered in human entrails.

“What did you fuckers do?” Sapnap spat.

“Language!” Bad gasped from where he was standing amongst the crowd.

“Nothin’,”[9] Tubbo braced his hands on his hips.

“Quit with those muffin-filled lies,” Bad yelled over several other people who were trying to call Tubbo out on his bullshit. “Where were you, young man?”

“Since when does anyone care what I do?” Tubbo scoffed. “I’m not a captain anymore.”

“How about when we feel a fucking explosion,” Quackity spat.

Bad let out another gasp.

“Skeppy, get him out of here,” Quackity turned to glare at Bad. “Bad, I love you, but I can’t deal with your language issues right now.”

“But,” Bad pouted sadly.

“Come on, buddy,” Skeppy patted Bad’s arm and started to walk back up to the arena. Bad glancing between Skeppy and the group before rushing to catch up to his friend.

“You guys felt somethin’[10]?” Jack asked in confusion.

“Of course we did, you guys were nearby doing weird shit and didn’t expect us to notice?” Quackity snapped.

“We weren’t in town, we were north ‘a[6] Egoton,” Tubbo felt a slow smile creep along his face. “Didn’t think it’d shake the whole town.”

“Did it work?” Dream asked, his mask staring at Tubbo.

Everyone, even Jack, stared at Dream.

Tubbo smiled, “Better than I imagined.”

“Alright,” Dream clapped, a smile in his tone. “I have nothing more to talk to you about, you’re free to go. You need any help sorting out the police?”

“Dream, you can’t just leave it at that,” Quackity snapped as Tubbo shook his head.

“We gotta at least know what they did,” Puffy reprimanded. “Cause[11] if they were anywhere near where they said they were and we felt, you can bet Dark felt it. Him and every other demon in this damn town.”

“Fair, fair,” Dream relented. “Tubbo, you wanna share some notes with the others?”

“I just became the strongest glitch in this fuckin’[12] town,” Tubbo proclaimed. “I put myself on the map. An’[1] Jack was there ta[7] help.”

Jack wasn’t sure if he wanted to take any kind of blame and correct Tubbo. Honestly if Tubbo was planning on using or even threatening his “nukes” against demons Jack knew he was already in too deep, and he needed to bail as quickly as possible.

“I’m gonna[13] go lie down,” Jack told everyone. “I’ve used a lotta magic an’ I need ta clear my head.”[14]

“Wait, you two fuckers are just going to walk off?” Quackity demanded, pissed.

“Quackity’s right, your aura’s will have to be tracked for the next little while,” Dream agreed, an air of disinterest.

“Sure, whate’er,[15]” Tubbo shrugged. “Going ta[7] the lab.”

“I’m not done with you yet,” Quackity followed the young man out to a hallway. “I am trying to run a business and you know what drives business away? Fear. I can’t have fear near my fucking casino. Loneliness and hunger gets people to indulge, and when they indulge they spend money. Fear makes people do crazy things.”

Tubbo stopped and just watched Quackity rant at him before leaning in, looking every bit like a mischievous teen that Quackity often forgot he was. He even had his hands folded behind his back and leaned up on his tiptoes. “Can I tell you a secret, Big Q?”

Disarmed a little bit, but not nearly as much as he used to, Quackity sighed, “Depends.”

“You e’er play Civ 5, Big Q?”[16] Tubbo took another step and Quackity watched mischief turn into malice, that smile never fading.

“Yeah,” Quackity answered hesitantly.

“I just became Gandhi,” Tubbo confessed, leaning in. Then he spun away on his heels. “I think I’ve said e’erythin’[17] I needed to say.”

“Hey, what did you just say to me!” Quackity became furious. “You little bastard, what did you do?”

“Go back ta[7] your card tables, Caesar,” Tubbo waved his fingers back at Quackity who looked so outraged he was shaking. In Tubbo’s glee his eye was glowing a sickly yellow. “Rome won’t build itself.”

Quackity watched the young man go, kicking himself for letting his guard down again. When Tubbo turned into a room and left. “Fuck you, Tubbo,” Quackity sneered.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Accessibility Translations:

1. and

2. Then I guess I got arrested for nothing.

3. showing

4. Attention! Attention! This is a serious warning for radiation if you are in the vicinity of hearing this you must make yourself known so we can safely clear the woods. If you do not, you will die or become severely injured and get sick.

5. for

6. of

7. to

8. Except for the larger explosion, this looks better than I could have ever imagined. The magic is helping to neutralize the radiation. By tomorrow it’ll be clean.

9. Nothing

10. something

11. Because

12. fucking

13. going to

14. I’ve used a lot of magic and I need to clear my head.

15. whatever

16. You ever play Civilization 5, Big Q?

17. everything

[that-winged-rat]

Platonic Soulmates

*not my gif*

Summary: After a demon hunt gone wrong, you are victim to a sick game which might just cost you your life.

Pairing: Charlie Bradbury x reader!platonic

Characters: Y/N Y/L/N, Charlie Bradbury, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester.

Warnings: Angst, language, mentions/descriptions of torture, mentions/descriptions of blood, thought of death.

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Holy shit I literally wrote this whole fucking thing in one sitting. I legit just sat down and did not get distracted once, which is like a once in a blue moon thing so I hope it was worth it haha. Also I've been reading a bunch of whump tropes recently and this is the result. Anyhoo, feedback is always welcomed and encouraged. Enjoy :)

Your eyes shot open when the rattling of chains pulled you from your unconscious state. It took a good few minutes for your eyes to adjust to the darkness, and even when they did, you still couldn’t see much of your surroundings. But you didn’t need to see to know that you were on your knees and your hands were tied to the walls at either side of you. You tried to pull your hands close to your body but winced when something sharp dug into your wrist, blood dripped down your arm and splashed on the concrete ground.

“I was starting to think you weren’t going to wake up,” a voice called out from a corner in the room. You squinted your eyes, trying to see who it was, and could just about make out a figure, hunched over something on the floor. How you didn’t notice him before now, was beyond you. It wasn’t like he was trying to be quiet with whatever he was doing.

“Who are you?” You asked with a hoarse voice. He stopped what he was doing then, and turned to face you. He walked over to you and knelt down so he was eye-level with you.

“I’m the guy who’s gonna haunt your dreams, doll,” he said lowly.

“Doll? What is this, the 40′s?” You scoffed. He ignored your comment, got up and walked away. He walked to the other side of the room and flipped on the lights. Your eyes instinctively closed at the sudden brightness. When they opened, they immediately fell on what the man was standing over earlier.

“Charlie?” You asked, hoping that she would wake up. She was sitting up against the wall, her hands tied above her head with chain, which must have been what woke you up. She was sporting a couple of injuries on her face; a nasty looking bruise by her hairline, and a split lip. No doubt why she was out cold.

“Oh, she won’t be waking up anytime soon,” he said and walked back over to Charlie, tilting his head as he looked down upon her sleeping form as if he were admiring her. 

“What did you do to her?” You demanded, your voice laced with venom and disgust. You pulled against your restraints again and looked over when it cut into you for the second time. You furrowed your brows when you saw you weren’t being held by chains like Charlie, but barbed wire, hence the pain.

He spun around with what you would call urgency. “Oh, no, no, no, she’ll–she’ll be fine. I just gave her an extra little konk on the head; she might be out a little longer than you,” he explained. 

“What are you?” You asked as he turned back to Charlie. “Demon? Shifter? Demigod?”

He chuckled a bit. “No, I’m all human, baby.” You groaned at the nickname. “But... there is a demon who has a lot of beef with you.” He pulled out a knife from the back of his jeans and pointed it at you as he started pacing in front of you.

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, great,” you muttered. “And let me guess, he said he'd give you anything you could ever wish for?”

“Bingo.” He walked back over to you and crouched down again, this time slightly to the side of you. His arms were resting on his knees and his head turned to look at Charlie. “She looks so... delicate when she’s asleep,” he whispered with a chuckle. Although he wasn’t facing you, you could tell he was smirking as his eyes gazed over your best friend.

You leaned towards him, ignoring the metal spikes digging into your skin. “Fuck you,” you spat.

“Shhh.” The man put a finger up to his lips. “You wouldn’t want to wake her up, now would you? Not when she’s so peaceful.” A grin broke out on his face. A grin that filled your stomach with dread. You had seen it enough times to know that nothing good ever followed.

He took in a sharp intake of breath and you could practically see the lightbulb above his head. You warily watched his hands as he played with his knife, flipping it over in his palm. “I have a little game for us to play,” he whispered and brought the knife up to your cheek, caressing it with the cold metal without doing any damage. You pulled your head back, but he just followed.

“You wake her up–” he jerked his head back towards Charlie who was still unconscious– “and she’s dead.” You clenched your jaw and clamped your eyes shut when he put pressure on the knife and it sliced through your cheek with ease. “Actually...let me change that. You speak words, she gets a slice. You scream, and cupcake over there gets something more permanent.”

You closed your eyes and accepted your fate. Sure you had been kidnapped and tortured before, but you were allowed to express your pain through screams. Now, you weren’t only not allowed to scream, but Charlie’s life was on the line here. You slip up and that’s it for her. 

You sighed, knowing that only one of you was going to make it out alive. And you were going to do everything in your power to make sure that person was Charlie. She has so much more to live for; friends, passions, hobbies. All you had was Charlie.

The torture continued for days; punching, slicing, kicking, slapping, hell, sometimes even whipping. You were actually proud that you hadn’t screamed yet; not that you didn’t want to. The insides of your lips had been destroyed by how hard you had been biting down on them in successful attempts to silence yourself.

Throughout your stay, Charlie had stirred awake a couple of times. But each time, the man would come through and knock her out again before she could reach full consciousness. You figured he probably had a camera somewhere in the room, where the sick fucker could watch your every move.

You were in pain 24/7. You could feel yourself slipping from the land of the living. If you weren’t going to die from the injuries, it would be blood loss; there was a steady flow of blood dripping from your wrists because of your captors choice of restraint, and of course, the other wounds that covered your body.

You were going to die here.

---

Dean stepped out of the Impala and stared up at the building that towered before him. A few seconds later, Sam joined his brother, stopping next to Dean with a duffel bag, slung over his shoulder. They went over the plan they had both agreed on and marched inside, guns at the ready.

They scoured the building, looking for their nerdy friend, eventually coming across a room with a wall of monitors, showing surveillance footage from all over the old factory. If the whole building was rigged up, the son of a bitch that did this, was probably long gone. They observed each screen before finding what they were looking for.

After a few minutes of looking, the brothers found Charlie, tied up in a corner, her face littered with bruises. Sam was the first one to run to her, then Dean a few seconds later, neither noticing you, strung up in the middle of the room. 

“Charlie?” Sam called out, shaking her shoulders gently. Dean pulled out his lock-picking kit and worked on the chains. “C’mon, you gotta wake up. Charlie.” He shook her again, this time getting a response. She groaned and rolled her head to the side, gradually coming to her senses before opening her eyes. Dean muttered a celebratory ‘yes’ when he managed to get her hands free.

She groaned again, rubbing her wrists before her hands went to her forehead to feel her wounds. A few tears made their way down her face.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay. You’re alright,” Dean assured her, helping her to her feet. She froze when she looked past the brothers, her eyes catching your mutilated form. Upon noticing her distress, Dean turned around, having the same reaction as Charlie. “Holy crap.”

He passed Charlie over to Sam before running to you. His eyes and hands hovered over you, not sure where to start or what to do. Charlie convinced Sam that she was okay and begged him to go check on you.

“Sam, help me get her down,” Dean urged. The two brothers took out a knife and cut the barbed wire, causing you to instantly fall to the ground and cry out in pain.

“Dean... we need to get her to a hospital. Like now.” Sam looked over your wounds, putting pressure on the major ones to stop the bleeding. Charlie pulled herself up off the ground, using the wall for assistance. She stumbled over to you, gasping when she saw the state you were in.

Sam and Dean were careful as they tried to lift you up off of the ground; both of them acting as crutches under your arms. They got you a couple of inches up before you cried out in pain.

“Stop,” you choked out. They delicately placed you back down on the ground. Charlie ran to your side and fell to her knees, grabbing your face in her hands. You winced at the contact but she didn’t pull back.

“Hey, it’s just me,” she said, a reassuring smile on her face, keeping up a strong façade for you. “Listen, I know this is going to hurt like a bitch but we need to get you help–we need to get you to a hospital.”

Charlie was safe. That’s all that mattered to you. You wouldn’t mind dying right there, because you knew that she would be safe. But if you did die, she wouldn’t be okay. Safe, sure. But not okay. 

You nodded and scrunched up your face, bracing yourself for the coming pain. And it did come. The second Sam scooped you up, it washed over your entire being. You gritted your teeth and groaned in pain for the first time in nearly a week.

There was a shooting pain constantly travelling up both of your knees, presumably from the position you were held in, throbbing even more whenever Sam took a long stride. Not to mention the searing pain surrounding each and every one of your injuries.

Dean helped his brother lower you into the backseat when they reached the black muscle car. Charlie climbed into the back next to you, and the brothers into their designated seats in the front.

The half-an-hour drive to the hospital consisted of you slipping in and out of consciousness and Charlie reassuring you that everything was going to be okay and begging you to keep your eyes open. It got kind of annoying after the first five minutes, but she was just being there for you, she was being the good friend she’s always been.

You passed out again, just before Dean pulled into the hospital.

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“Charlie, what exactly happened?” Sam asked when they were sat in the waiting room an hour later. Once they had brought you in, you had been taken into surgery to fix you as best as they could.

“I don’t–I don’t know,” she said, shaking her head. “She called for my help on a demon hunt. We, uh, we tracked it down to the warehouse you found us in and then... lights out.”

“When did this happen?”

“Uh, we went to the warehouse on the 9th, so, six days ago,” Charlie said. Just then, a doctor walked down the hallway, stopping before the three of them. 

They confirmed that they were the people who were with you and listened to the doctor as she went over your injuries; broken ribs, dislocated knees, lacerations, internal bleeding, blood loss, a slight concussion, and a bunch of other shit.

“When can we see her?” Charlie asked.

“She’s just getting settled into a room upstairs so sometime within the next half hour,” the doctor said with a polite smile. “I’ll let you know when you can see her.”

Sam nodded. “Thank you.” The doctor smiled again and left. Sam, Dean and Charlie sat back in their seats.

“This reminds me of my parents,” Charlie started, prompting Sam and Dean to look up at her. “You know, the waiting, the awkward doctor smile, the fancy words. Except this time, I actually know what some of the words mean.”

Dean threw an arm over Charlie’s shoulder and gently coaxed her into a hug. “She’ll be okay, Charlie. I’ve never met her before, but from what I’ve heard from her best friend, she’s strong and stubborn. She’s gonna pull through.”

She looked up at him and smiled before leaning back into his hold.

---

“Y/N/N, what actually happened?” Charlie asked a while after you woke up, deciding to give you time before you relived whatever you went through. “I mean, I get knocked out and wake up six days later and you’re half dead.”

You cleared your throat. “Um, yeah, so you probably remember going into the warehouse, right?” You looked up and Charlie nodded. “He, uh, got me too. I woke up in that room; on my knees, and my hands were tied to the walls with barbed wire. He said...” you trailed off, wondering if you should tell Charlie what actually happened. You knew that she would blame herself, and you didn’t want that.

“He said what?” Charlie pushed. 

“He said... that there was a demon that wanted to see me suffer,” you lied. “He was just a man. A man who was too greedy for his own good.”

Charlie narrowed her eyes and tilted her head to look at you. “Friends shouldn’t lie to each other.” You opened your mouth to speak but Charlie beat you to it. “You have a tell.” She shrugged.

You dropped your head in defeat. “He said that if I spoke, he’d cut you and if I screamed...”

“...He’d kill me,” Charlie completed when you, yet again trailed off. You nodded your head slowly as you numbly stared at the bottom of your bed. Your gaze was brought up to hers as she grabbed your hand. “You are frickin’ amazing, you know that?”

“What?”

“I mean it. Most people wouldn’t go through all of that pain just so their friend would be okay. And for six days!”

“Because we’re not just friends, Charlie... we’re platonic soulmates,” you said. The two of you laughing before your laugh turned into a pained grunt.

When the two of you met a few years back, you clicked instantly. It was like something you only see in movies. Within the first day of knowing each other, you already had a bunch of inside jokes. One of them being that the two of you got along so well because you were platonic soulmates.

“How could I forget? Platonic soulmates,” she repeated, a wide and genuine smile reaching her eyes.

You gladly returned the smile. “You are frickin’ amazing too, nerd,” you smiled. She playfully shoved you, being careful of your injuries.

Sure you were in agonising pain, but now you knew that Charlie was safe and okay. And you would take sore and happy over dead and... well, dead, any day. You had your platonic soulmate and you knew that she would be there every step of the way on your who-know-how-long road to recovery.

[ubernoxa]

The Token: A Guns N’ Roses Fanfiction

Chapter 7: Cousin Kendal

Masterlist

Story Summary: Story inspired by the movie She’s the Man. A female Duff is tired of dealing with the bullshit of trying to make it on the strip as a female bassist. In a desperate attempt to make it big doing what she does, she cuts her hair and mascardes as Duff. What’s the wors that could happen?

Chapter Summary: Cousin Kendal comes to town causing several problems and hiccups in Michelle’s plan

Taglist: @viralwolf02 @littlemisscare-all @smokeandmirrorz @aratbaby @slashscowboyboots @achiweyow

“So what did you do last night? Have any fun?” Derek quizzed as I was wiping down the display cases in between rushes.

“Went out with Walter and Macy, and it was...interesting. Went to a couple bars that had okay music. Nothing I won’t forget in a couple weeks though. How about you?,” I shrugged back. The bar hopping part of the night might have been my idea to get away from a certain group of people.

I continued to listen to Derek as he talked about the girl he met last month and was still going out with. He kept going on and on about how cute and sweet she was, making my heart warm. Yeah I was quickly growing tired of his constant praise or borderline obsession over his girlfriend, but I was glad at least one of us had a healthy relationship, hell a relationship in general. The best word to describe my relationship status was nonexistent. I froze for a second as an unfamiliar figure stared back at me. I remained frozen staring at my own reflection. I hadn't noticed it at first, but Michelle the brunette bassist who worked at a coffee shop seemed to be slowly turning into a stranger. A mask I would put only only when needed.

“ I hope my father hasn't been working you too hard,” my heart stopped at the familiar voice that came from behind me.

“No Kendal, but just enough to keep me out of trouble,” I quickly turned around and sent the familiar face a smile, except she wasn’t as familiar as I had expected her to look. It wasn’t her hair, her clothing, or her makeup that was different, but something was. She quickly pulled me into a hug before letting go of me and placing her hand under my chin.

“Did you grow? You have to at least be part giraffe by how tall you’re getting!” She quizzed as I felt her look me up and down

“Giraffe? I’m not even 5’ 10”!” I teased back.

“Ohh there is my college girl,” I turned to see my uncle running out of the back office to give his daughter a large bear hug. It was nice to see them back together after the six months that had passed. I sent them both a warm smile before returning back to work.

“What major is she this week?” I had to hold in a snort at Derek’s comment. He had many options about Kendal, and a majority, arguable all, of them weren’t good.

“Hey now, do you know what you want to do for the rest of your life? It is both a scary and hard choice!” I whispered back. Kendal had tried marketing, accounting, journalism, typography, design, and now she was sitting in general business management.

He shrugged and joined me in washing the dishes.

“What would you do?” As he shot up from organizing the pastries, it was clear that my question had caught him off guard.

“What?”

“I said, what would you do if you had the money to go to school?” I repeated.

He shrugged before returning back to the pastries, after a couple of seconds I heard him reply, “I would go to culinary school. Once I got the degree I would head to New York and never look back,” I felt a sense of comfort flow through me as he talked.

“I have always heard that New York has the best dining. Unless it is deep dish pizza, that belongs to Chicago,” I smiled back earning a nod from him.

“Yeah I would become an apprentice or some shit like that and save up enough money until I could own my own local restaurant. It may take 10 or 15 years, but when I have it….ohh god when I get it I will name it after my dad and have his sausage stew as a permanent item I will do anything to get there. Hell, I got one more year before I can start affording to go to college part time. I have and will do whatever it takes,” he added.

“Let me know when you open because I will be the first in line. I will camp out a week before your open if that's what it takes!” I smiled back, his face quickly mimicking my own.

“Are you really going to have time to? You are going to be a world famous rockstar! That's still the dream right?” he asked back, his attention no longer on organizing the pastries.

“Yeah, and I think I might have actually found the right band too! We sound unique and the songs we play aren't the ones you would forget a week later.”

“I am glad that you are finally back on your feet after your last band...what was is Pyxie or some shit like that?”

“Yeah..forget those bitches! They didn't have what it takes!”

“And you do?”

“Yeah..I gotta” I smiled back at him. These were the moments that made me love my job. These were the moments I wish he didn’t have a girlfriend.

“You gotta what?” I immediately snapped up at Kendal’s question.

“She has gotta have what it takes to make it as a rockstar!” Derek bragged as if I was his kid who just won the spelling bee. Which would never happen because I couldn’t and still can’t spell for shit.

“She has to have what it takes,” Derek rolled his eyes when Kendal corrected his grammar. Kendal had many quirks and Derek could not tolerate any of them.

I watched Derek like a hawk as he tried to calm himself down. Luckily for all parties involved he was successful.

“Your band is called Pyxie right?” She quickly asked and immediately apologized when she saw my reaction.

“They were my old band, and they were more interested in sex than the music...so I left and found a new one,” I received a confused look from Derek as I spoke. Using the term left was putting my departure from PYXIE lightly, but that is the beauty of telling the story. I get to tell it my way.

“Ohh sorry to hear, but sounds like you made the smart educated decision by leaving the band. What is your new band called? Can I come see you perform soon?” She was radiating excitement as she spoke.

“We don’t have a name yet, but whenever we have our next gig I will invite you and send you pictures!” The lies easily rolled off of my tongue as I spoke

“Good to hear that you found another band!” I wish I could punch Izzy in the gut when he invited himself into the conversation. How had I not seen him walk in?

“Kendal, I’m Michelle’s cousin. Are you her bandmates?” Izzy tried to hide the smile that was growing on his face, but he failed.

“No, Axl by the way” I rolled my eyes as Kendal swooned over Axl, just like every other girl he encountered.

“If you are looking to see some music tonight, or band has a gig,” I immediately stared Izzy down as he spoke.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IZZY STRADLIN.

“Oh Shelley and I would love to go,” I never broke eye contact with Izzy as Kendal spoke. I watched as a smirk grew on his face when Kendal slipped and called me my nickname from when I was 10.

“Sorry I can’t go,” I didn’t even fake a saddened tone as I spoke.

“Are you working late?” Axl’s tone was smooth as he spoke

“No, band practice,” I shrugged before Kendal could make a comment offering to get me the night off which would only cause my lie to fall apart and everything spiral out of control.

“What band? You singing or playing guitar?” Axl seemed genuinely curious which threw me for a loop.

“Bass, and name coming soon,” I quickly replied.

“Would I know anyone in this band?” I shot Izzy another death glare as he quizzed me. I wanted to slap his smirk off of his stupid face.

“No….but like I said I won’t be able to make it,” I never broke eye contact with the black haired dick as I spoke. Why? Why was he digging? He knew I was Duff. By the look on his face I could tell he was enjoying this.

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I started to apply my eyeliner when I heard him walk in.

“Thought you had band practice,” I heard him tease as he leaned against the wall right against the mirror I was using. I could barely focus on applying my eyeliner as he leaned against the wall smoking a cigarette. His purple blouse was unbuttoned all the way and tied at the bottom reminding me of the night that was a little over a month ago. Fuck he looked hot.

“Do you need help teasing your hair?” I raised a brow, but before I could say anything he grabbed a brush and began teasing it to the heavens. He was gently which was actually quite surprising.

“Take a picture, it will last longer,” I remained frozen while Izzy spoke as I stared in his reflection in the mirror. My mind raced around in a circle trying to figure out his game, but I couldn’t think of any reason.Was this some sort of apology?

I decided to close my eyes, and relax. We were going to perform soon, so overthinking would only make the nerves that I always get from performing worsen.

I froze as I felt a moan escape my lips. My eyes shot open and I watched Izzy continue as if nothing happened. I tried to calm my breath as he continued teasing my hair, but another moan soon escaped my lips and that is when I saw it. A smirk had grown on his lips as he repeated to tease the same spot earning another moan. This bastard was doing it on purpose.

“Ohh baby you’re so hot when you moan like that,” I then felt him kiss the crook of my neck.

“Her cousin called her Shelley,” the moment I heard Axl’s voice, Izzy went back to finishing my hair.

“You fuckers ready to kill it tonight?” Slash shouted earning a fuck yeah from the two of us.

“Duff, did you know that Michelle used to go by Shelley? Isn’t that cute? It reminds me of a stripper or dancer” Axl asked before grabbing a beer.

I shrugged looking back at him before replying, “Doesn’t really fit her. Doesn’t look like a Shelley.”

“Did you see how she reacted when her cousin said it? I’m definitely going to be calling her that from now on,” Axl’s laughter echoed backstage which was quickly joined by the rest of my band excluding me.

“Is she seeing anyone? If not, I am definitely going to find her after this gig,” Slash smiled before taking another sip of whatever the fuck he was drinking.

“Well she will be here after the show right?” Izzy turned to me as he spoke.

“No, Derek, the guy who works with her at the coffee shop asked her out on a date tonight, so neither of them will be at the show,” I shrugged back and excused myself to go get another beer.

It had taken 20 minutes of me begging and pleading with Derek for him to ask her out. I used the excuse that I hated the Indiana boys’ guts which took him a lot of convincing. Eventually he caved when I offered to cover a shift for him next weekend. He asked Kendall on a fake date, and that was the end of that problem. At least that is what I thought until I saw Derek and Kendal in the crowd.

I waited at the bar and in an instant I knew that I was fucked. Standing only a few feet away from me was Derek and Kendal. I watched as he came over and his eyes caught mine while a flash of recognition crossed his face. I motioned for him to follow me, and he quickly made some excuse to Kendal.

We stood alone in the ally as I watched him try to find his words. For the first couple of seconds we stood in silence.

“Okay, what the actual fuck is going on? Why are you dressed as a guy? Is this your new band? Last and certainly not least who the fuck is Duff,” I sighed as Derek growled at me.

“Long story short, I got sick and tired of dealing with the bull shit of trying to make it on the strip as a chick, so one day I dressed as a guy for an audition and...boom Duff was born. I am running out of options Derek. Whatever it takes. That’s what you said only a couple of hours ago. You said that you would do whatever is takes to Make your dream come true. Well that’s what I’m doing here,” Derek remained silent as I spoke.

The seconds that it took for him to respond felt like hours. “I guess that explains the wig situation, why you really wanted me to ask out your cousin, along with why you were being nice to Axl and Izzy. Two people who you despised a couple months ago,” He ran his hands through his hair as he spoke. I could tell he was trying not to freak out.

I watched as he shook his head in shock. “How long do you plan on keeping up on this charade? Does anyone else know? Do you have a plan?”

“Once I get my record deal,yes, and my plan is to not fuck this up. But before you continue to judge me, put yourself in my shoes. I’m on borrowed time Derek. Please get my cousin out of here because she can’t find out. She just can’t,” I said before leaving him to go join my band backstage.

“Whoa Duff you okay?” I tuned to Steven as his voice caught my attention.

“Yeah, just a bit nervous,” I shrugged back.

He poured a pair of shots and we took them together.

“Alright boys, let’s show them what the fuck rock and roll is,” Axl shouted before we went on stage.

It was the last song in our encore.

The last note where Axl was screaming to the heavens.

That’s when Kendal and I made eye contact.

That’s when I saw recognition cross her face.

I watched as the smile fell from her face and she immediately shoved her way through the crowd.

Fuck.

She knew.

[slippinmickeys]

Of the Eight Winds, Part 8

This is the last chapter (there will be an epilogue) from the prompt from @sunflowerseedsandscience : “Mulder is unhappily married when Scully is partnered with him, and while he doesn’t cheat (because sorry that’s not romantic), he falls for her so hard that he finally gets the courage to end the marriage and start fresh.”

Links to parts one, two, three, four, five, six, and seven.

1

He wanted to go to Scully’s door the second he left the courtroom after his divorce was finalized but it felt sordid, fast. He needs to try to be on his own, live in his own head, if only for a few weeks, months. The thing is, needs and wants are two different things.

They took a few out of state cases, and one local one. He discovered that she had a cat.

Skinner sent her to the West Coast and after three days, he decided he was done waiting.

2

His divorce was final and their coupling was imminent. She could feel the inevitable slide toward him like she was teetering on a hillside, his pull as inexorable as gravity.

They were tentative and shy with each other in the office, and the whole waiting thing felt as stupid as it felt necessary. She had to wait until he came to her. The weeks grinded on, a weight pressing onto her.

Skinner asked her for a consult and so she flew west. With every mile that passed below her, something unclenched around her heart, so by the time she pulled into the small parking lot of the Santa Barbara Field Office, she felt an insouciant lightness.

The local SAC was a woman, and they formed an instant rapport. On her last night, Agent Fielding took her to a small tasting room just off the beaten path and they got tipsy on the local Pinot Noir and shared trench stories from the field and Quantico.

“I had this one case,” Fielding said, draining the last of her glass, “where the local Sheriff called the two other male agents working the case ‘Special Agent,’ but insisted on calling me ‘Miss.’”

Scully gave an exaggerated eye roll.

“Exactly,” Fielding went on, “Finally, I told him if he was going to call me miss, he’d better use my last name along with it, and when he asked what it was, I told him it was ‘Andry.’”

“Oh no,” Scully said.

“Oh yes. That fucker called me Miss Andry for the better part of a week and had no clue.”

They both laughed.

“Tell me about your partner,” Fielding said, running her fingers over the rim of her glass.

“Mulder?” Scully said, “He’s never treated me as anything but an equal.”

“So he’s a good one, huh?”

“The best,” Scully said, missing him suddenly.

As if they shared a heart, her cell phone chirped from her pocket.

It was after midnight on the East Coast.

“Mulder, everything okay?” she said, holding up a finger to Fielding, who watched with interest.

“I miss you,” he said, point blank, “when are you coming home?”

She could feel her cheeks color, adrenaline dumping into her bloodstream.

“Tomorrow,” she said. Tomorrow is a Friday.

“Tomorrow,” he said, the word imbued with implication. They both hung up.

“One of those good ones,” Fielding said, wearing a knowing smile.

Scully nodded, returned the smile. He was.

When she flew back east, his pull was as strong as the jet stream, and everything about the air was verging, each breath in; anticipation, each breath out; hope.

3

Two weeks in and she didn’t know what she’d been expecting, but it wasn’t this. This kind of sex was as desperate as it was sweet; pure and carnal and sybaritic. They’d scarcely left the bed in two days and she was certain by Monday she’d barely be able to walk.

She stared at her reflection, at her bee-stung lips, the beard burn scrape along her throat. It was 7:00am, time for her contraceptive. She’d gotten on the pill a month ago, and even as she understood the science, she has the urge to take two, just in case—she’d never had so much sex in her life.

Pop it through the foil, water from the faucet. She let it drip onto her bare chest from her chin.

When she got back into bed, Mulder, newly awake, reached for her.

“Is there a word for this?” he whispered to her, his nose pressing into her neck, his erection into her thigh.

“Satyriasis,” she said clinically, and he huffed a laugh into her skin.

“I knew you’d know,” he said.

She rolled to face him.

“I was thinking we could just call it love,” she said, and she saw emotion reach his eyes.

He gave her a tiny, serious nod.

4

They investigated a mercenary rainmaker in a drought-stricken Midwestern town and encountered a force more powerful than the weather. Here was a man who may love a woman with more passion and devotion than he loved Scully. He was humbled before him; a man with the improbable name of Holman Hardt.

When Holman came to him for advice, he gave it freely. Yes, he was in love with Agent Scully. There was a reason for the mutual gazing. He told him how he had been married to someone else but had been in love with her for five years before he had the courage to end his marriage and tell Scully how he felt. He encouraged Holman to do the same.

“If you love her,” Mulder said, growing emotional despite the ridiculousness of the entire case, “Holman, you gotta tell her.”

Holman marched to Sheila’s office and kissed her soundly.

The happy couple invited him and Scully to join them at their high school reunion, and they surprised themselves by accepting.

They danced to 10CC and The Hues Corporation and they drank watered down cocktails and made out in a high school hallway.

When they flew out the next day, the clouds--every last one from here into the horizon—were in the shape of hearts.

5

“There’s a place I want to show you,” he said, “get dressed.”

He hauled on jeans and had to lift up Blackwell to find his other sock, which she’d been using as a pillow.

He’d been wanting to broach the topic of moving in together for months, though when he’d asked her five minutes ago, he did so casually, like he’d only just thought of it.

When they pulled up to 42 Magnolia Avenue in Alexandria, Scully looked over at him, confused.

“Mulder, what is this?” she asked.

The house was gorgeous. It was a two-level, craftsman-inspired behemoth with a large two car garage and a deep front yard. There were twin magnolia trees on the front of the property, and while the yard was shaded, it got lots of light.

“It’s an Open House,” he said, not quite lying.

“Mulder, we could never afford this,” she said, looking at the neighboring houses. This was a neighborhood of lobbyists, congressmen, even. The lots were large, beautiful, and so were the homes.

“So?” he said, stepping out of the car, “we’ll get an idea of what we like.”

She looked dubious, but got out of the car, too.

When they got to the front door, the realtor opened it and gave Mulder a nod.

“Welcome,” she said, “come on in and take a look around.”

“Wow,” Scully said, impressed. The foyer wasn’t overly large, but was big enough for bench seating and and had a decent sized closet. But what was beyond the foyer seemed to have grabbed her attention. It opened up to a large open concept living room that rolled into an impressive kitchen. The appliances were new and stainless steel. There was a fireplace in the corner and a large bay window that looked out over a spacious back yard dotted with dogwoods and lined with large trees.

After touring the upstairs (“Blackwood would love the sun in that third bedroom,” she said “and that master bath is lovely,”) she came to stand in front of the big window in the living room, looking out over the back. The realtor was standing in the kitchen with her arms behind her back and a confident smile on her face.

“So,” Mulder said, coming up behind her, “can you see yourself living in a house like this?”

“Only if I’d married that thoracic surgeon,” she said wistfully, stepping into him and smiling into his chin.

“Is that a yes?” Mulder said.

“It’s a yes,” she said, tilting her head back, “this house is perfect. Maybe it’ll be up for sale in another 20 years when I’m running the Bureau.”

Mulder turned to the realtor.

“What do you think, Marie? Could you see us in this house 20 years from now?”

“And beyond,” Marie said, with a pleased smile.

Mulder nodded at her and she nodded back, stepping out into the foyer and closing the front door behind her softly.

“Mulder?” Scully said, giving him a look, “what’s going on?”

“I’m glad you like the house, Scully,” he said, leaning down to give the end of her nose a gentle peck, “it’s yours.”

Despite the huge fight it had caused, he was glad he had gone ahead with the pre-nup with Lauren. The money he’d inherited from his maternal grandmother had finally been put to good use.

Scully’s brows were creased in confusion.

“Both of our names are on the deed,” he said, “it’s just waiting for your signature. Marie has it out in her car.”

6

In Winston-Salem, she would not leave his bedside. He was her medical puzzle to solve and she left the policing to Skinner. Weaver, Drs. Voss and Scobie, even the malevolent Morley Tobacco Company, none of them mattered. Eventually, she figured it out, and Mulder was saved.

It wasn’t until nearly a week later that she looked at her birth control pack and realized that the days did not line up. Somewhere in North Carolina, she lost track of time.

7

Scully was waiting on a bench outside of the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History when he pushed Lily up in the stroller. The baby was making fretting noises, just on the verge of all-out tears. She stood when they approached.

“Hey you two, everything go okay?”

Mulder nodded and kicked the brake on the stroller, lifting the muslin blanket he’d had draped over the top of the bassinet compartment.

“Someone’s getting hungry,” he said, and Scully reached in and pulled Lily out, sitting down on the bench and unhooking the strap of her nursing bra.

Mulder dug a hand deep into the pocket of his jeans as if checking for change before he sat down next to her. Lily latched on and began to nurse. He reached out and tucked a piece of hair behind Scully’s ear.

“Is Lauren okay?” Scully asked kindly.  

He leaned back, surveying the mall behind the Smithsonian.

“She’s good,” he said.

“I’m glad.”

He felt a sense of peace descend on him. A part of him had always felt responsible for the bad years with Lauren--he should have never asked her to marry him in the first place. To see her happy and light brought him a lightness, too.

8

His father died when Lily was 15 and William was 12. The whole of the Scully/Mulders packed up for a week and drove up to Massachusetts.

His mother met them there from Raleigh, looking frail. There was a dowager’s hump starting to form on her spine and her hair looked thin and impossibly white. Looking at his father’s casket, he felt all of his fifty-five years.

He recognized nearly everyone at the wake, but there was a woman lingering over the cheese plate that looked out of place, but he couldn’t put his finger on why. When he approached her, she drifted away ahead of him and he was about to search for her in earnest when Scully grabbed him by the arm.

“I’m going to take the kids down to the beach, give them a little reprieve from Aunt Edna asking about Tinder.”

He nodded, kissed her cheek.

He was grabbed by a distant cousin as soon as Scully left his side, and was caught in small talk for the next forty five minutes.

9

“You’re… you’re what?” he asked, certain he didn’t hear right. He’d been expecting the worst.

“Pregnant,” she said again, and for a moment he was too stunned by the reversal. Then it dawned on him that it was not bad news. That it was traditionally good news.

He grabbed her face in both hands and bent his knees until his face was level with hers.

“Holy shit ,” he said, practically laughing. He flashed on the moment he found out she was pregnant with Lily and felt a kind of synergy.

“You’re happy?” she asked, hedging.

“I’m… are you ?”

“I’m stunned,” she said, “after Will was born…”

Mulder remembered her slick hand in his, her white-knuckled grip when Dr. Wong told them she would no longer be able to conceive.

He dropped to his knees before her, put his hands on her hips, his forehead over her womb. After a moment he leaned back.

“We got rid of all our baby stuff,” he said.

“We did,” she said.

“We specifically had a garage sale to get rid of it.”

“Yes.”

“Our hoity-toity neighbors were really irritated by the whole thing.”

“They were.”

“We’re going to have to buy all new stuff,” he said, his enthusiasm starting to wane.

“We are,” she said, “though the safety stuff would be expired now, anyway.”

The wheels were spinning in Mulder’s head. They would have to start a whole new college fund.

Scully grabbed his hands and sunk down to sit next to him.

“I was afraid you were going to be upset,” she finally said.

He gave her a look and squeezed her hand.

“Never,” he said, and she nodded, believing him.

“I warn you now, if you bring up my age in relation to this pregnancy, I will handcuff you to the pipes in the basement.”

Mulder pursed his lips, huffed out one small laugh.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Scully,” he said.

She shook her head, tipped it until it was leaning on his shoulder.

“Do you really think we can do this again?” she asked him earnestly.

He grabbed both sides of her face and they connected eyes.

“You might be the skeptic here, Scully,” he said, “me? I’m the believer.”

[maliburenee]

Like A Wrecking Ball

(This is my first attempt at a fic, please be gentle. LOL It’s also a very long story so bare with me)

Warnings: 18+ NSFW

“Damnit Alex!” Jensen growled as he tossed his phone on the coffee table.

Jared lifted an arched brow and looked away from the boxing match on tv, “Something wrong man?”

“That girl is gonna be the damn death of me.” He rolled his forest green eyes and shook his head.

“Should I even ask?” He grinned.

“She's sent me over twenty pictures today.” Jensen responded.

“You mean friendly pictures, or pictures?” Jared glanced at Jensen's phone.

“I'll let you use your imagination.” Jensen sighed.

“I thought you were a little distracted today.”

“Couldn't remember a damn line!” He answered exasperated.

“Alexandra getting a little anxious for you to come home?”

“She's not the only one. This holiday shooting schedule is killing me. Between being here on set and at conventions, I haven't been home in three weeks.”

“Face time not working anymore?” Jared laughed.

“Face time? Really?”

“Sorry, forgot you're not coordinated enough to hold the phone and use your other hand at the same time.” He laughed before dodging Jensen's fist to his arm.

“You're an asshole, Jared!”

“Seriously though, as soon as we wrap, you'll be on a plane. Where is Alex anyway?”

“She's in Savannah, airing out the summer house.”

“So how long is she off?”

“From what I heard, she's off for the summer. She has a bunch of comp time I guess.”

“You bringing her back with you?” Jared asked propping his long legs on the coffee table.

“I don't know, you know how she is about “too much commitment”.” Jensen answered.

“Still won't give you a definite answer, huh?”

“Nope. It's fucking frustrating! All it does is end in an argument.”

“How do you two find any time to talk anyway? Seems to me, all you guys do is fuck!”

“Jealous much?” Jensen smirked

“Alright, that's a wrap on 222! Have a good holiday everyone. Call time will be Wednesday morning at 9am, don't be late!” Jerry, the director yelled as cameras and lights were turned off.

Jensen clapped Jared on his back and smiled, “That's it for me! Have a good weekend!”

“Be safe brother...don't need any more Jensen's running around!” Jared smirked.

“Funny! You asshole!” Jensen laughed walking with Jared toward the trailers.

He grabbed his stuff and gave Jared a quick hug before heading toward the black SUV waiting for him. “Hey Jay!” Jared yelled as Jensen threw his bag into the back seat.

“What?” He turned around.

“Tell Alex I said hi and to get her ass out here. It's kind of boring dealing with you fuckers everyday!” Jared cracked a smile, when Jensen flipped his middle finger up at him and slid into the back seat of the SUV.

Jensen settled in and felt the vehicle pull away. He laid his head back against the leather seat and took a deep breath. It had been a long three weeks and he missed Alexandra like crazy. It still surprised him that they were even together. He had met her almost a year ago thanks to her childhood friendship with Jared. At the time he hadn't been looking for anything, he was having too much fun living the single life.

When Alexandra walked into the convention center that day, his whole world tilted. He couldn't stop staring as she took off on a run toward Jared. It seemed as if someone had punched him in the stomach as he almost forgot how to breathe. He watched as Jared stooped down from his massive 6'4” height to pick up her petite body. His heart pounded in his chest as Jared spun her around with her feet dangling above the floor. When Jared introduced them, he had trouble finding his voice.

In the midst of his reflection, his phone vibrated in his hand. He opened his eyes and tapped the message from Alexandra. “You like pink, right?”  It read along side a picture of her sitting on the black marbled bathroom sink wearing only pink polish on her toes.

Jensen groaned shifting uncomfortably in the seat. “Damn her.” he exclaimed under his breath. If she kept that up he wasn't gonna make it.

He sent her a picture back of his face set in stern lines with narrowed eyes and tightened lips. “Keep it up and I'm gonna punish you when I get home!”

The phone buzzed again and he looked back down “How bout you make it fair, send me a pic!”

“I just sent you one.”

“As sexy as your face is babe, I want to see something else...” She texted back.

Jensen dropped his head back against the seat again, every text was going deeper. “I can't send you that kind of pic, Clif is in the front seat and I don't want him getting that view of me.” He glanced back up to the front seat at the back of a bald head that was bobbing along with the song on the radio.

“Too bad! I had a few more pics that I wanted to send you. Guess I'll just keep them to myself!” she responded.

Jensen let out the breath he was holding in. He hoped she was done with the pictures, as it was, his cock had been pressing uncomfortably against his jeans all day. There was only so much rearranging he could do.

The phone vibrated again and he couldn't help but look right down at the picture message notification. “Here we go.” he said to himself.  

“Hope you will be here soon! Can't wait to feel your hands....” The picture showed creamy smooth thighs spread slightly open, but the picture stopped before it showed anything.

The groan escaped his lips before he could stop it. Damn this girl!

“You okay Jay? Need anything before we get to the airport?” Clif's gruff voice asked.

“No man I'm good.” He answered shaking his head. “Think I'm just feeling the long night.”

“You gonna be okay catching the plane alone?” He asked glancing in the rear-view mirror.

“I should be fine. It's a private flight thanks to Alex, so there shouldn't be any problems.”

“How has she been? Haven't heard much about her lately.”

“She's great. She's got the whole summer off so I should be seeing her more.”

“You planning on staying with her this summer?”

“I don't know. We haven't talked about it yet.”

“Okay, let me or Michael know if we have to work.”

“Clif, you do realize that we're not y'all's responsibility all the time.”

“Sure you are, we're your bodyguards.” He responded chuckling. “Gotta protect you boys from all those screaming girls.”

Jensen laughed, “O lord!”

Alexanda slipped off the bathroom sink and reached for Jensen's shirt that was hanging on the towel rack. She laughed to herself knowing she was causing Jensen to be turned on all the way back home.  Flipping  her hair back over her shoulder, she walked down the stairs.

She hadn't decided if she was gonna keep messing with him or let him be. It had been a long 3 weeks since she had last seen him and truth be told, she couldn't wait to get her hands on him. It was bad enough his job kept him away from her weeks at a time, but with the conventions thrown in, the weeks got longer and harder.

A couple more pictures shouldn't hurt him. She laughed and took a few shots of Jensen's shirt sliding off her shoulder. Wonder what he will do when he gets home?

The ride to the airport seemed to take forever and Jensen was getting antsy. He had been away from Alexandra way too long and his thoughts just kept traveling back the pictures she had been sending him all day. He couldn't seem to stop torturing himself. He grabbed his phone and flipped back through all the messages and pictures. Suddenly he realized his other hand had wandered down to rub over the bulge in his jeans. He sat up straighter and tossed his phone into the seat beside him.

“Relax boss, we'll be there in about 10 minutes. This traffic sucks.” Clif replied hearing Jensen's restlessness.

Once the plane taxied down the runway and they took off, Jensen let out a deep sigh. Only 7 hours and he would be with Alexandra. It would be four days they didn't have to worry about paparazzi or the outside world

He couldn't seem to figure out how she had gotten to him so quickly. He could still remember the first time he had admitted he was into her.  She had been hanging out with him and Jared on most weekends for a few months, at least when they weren't working. He had been trying to figure out a way to talk to her alone, but was a nervous about Jared finding out. Alexandra and Jared had been best friends since they were babies and from the sounds of things, they had been each other's first in a lot of things. Jensen had never made a move on her because of his friendship with Jared. But one day Jared cornered him.

“Okay brother, what's going on?”

“Don't know what you mean.”

“When are you gonna tell me you have a thing for Alex?” He responded lifting his brow.

“I don't.” Jensen answered.

“Why would you bother lying to me? We've known each other long enough that I can tell.” Jared sat down next to him

Jensen let out an exasperated sigh, “Fuck! Is it that obvious?”

“Extremely obvious.”

“Don't worry Jared, I'm not gonna do anything about it.”

“Why do you say that?

“Dude, that's your Ex! That's just messed up. You and I are friends, practically brothers. I'm not gonna screw with that!”

“You think I'll get pissed if you asked her out? She's not really my Ex. We had a bit of  a thing when we were 16. We've been friends all of our lives. But she's got a mind of her own and has every right to tell you yes or no. Besides I know you're a good guy and you wouldn't hurt her, but if you ever did...” Jared smiled.

“Right...Got it.”

Jensen laughed to himself at the memory of Jared trying to reassure him to ask her out. For all the confidence he projected to the world because of being an actor, he was still that shy kid from Texas. Every time he got into a room with her, he still had trouble speaking what was on his mind. But apparently she had a few ideas and had gotten tired of waiting.

The first time they kissed, he hadn't be prepared. They had all been hanging out and Jared had to go do a meet and greet for their convention. That had left them alone in Jensen's room. He had been trying to act calm and collected but was so distracted by being alone with her. He was trying to focus on the tv, but couldn't even remember what show they were watching. The floral scent of her perfume gently teased his senses making him want to pull her closer.

“Okay I have a deal for you.” She stated, breaking through his thoughts by waving a dvd in his face.

Jensen smiled and watched her flip her long black hair over her shoulder. Her almond shaped emerald eyes sparkling with mischief.  “What deal do you think I'm gonna make? Not sure I trust you.”

Her eyes widened with innocence, “You don't trust me? That's a little pot and kettle don't ya think?” She laughed.

“Okay fine. What's your deal?

“Let's watch this movie, and the first one that jumps loses and has to do whatever the other one says.”

“What movie is it and have you seen it before?”

“It's Saw III and no I haven't seen it before. It just came out.”

He was pretty sure this was a horrible idea but he couldn't seem to stop himself. “I'm game but, are you sure you can handle doing what I want when you lose?”

Alexandra reached her slender hand out and lifted a brow. “Deal!”

Jensen looked from her narrowed eyes to her outstretched hand. “Baby you are gonna regret this! But deal!” He clasped her hand and their eyes met. The thought went through his head that he could just tug her closer and she would be in his arms. His eyes dropped down when she softly bit her bottom lip.

Jensen cleared his throat. “So the movie, you want popcorn?” He asked pulling away.

Jensen lasted about 30 minutes before a scene made him jump. “Damn it!” He exclaimed when she started laughing.

“Bitch you're mine!” She doubled over laughing harder.

“Okay fine. What do I have to do?” He asked watching her shoulders shake.

“Let's finish the movie and I'll let you know” She answered quietly chuckling and leaning her shoulder back against his.

So he spent the rest of the movie wondering what kind of torture she had for him. She had a mind just as twisted as his or Jared's and she wasn't afraid of making them look like idiots. It was even worse since it was during the convention, she could have anything up her sleeve. When it was finally over he turned to face her.

“Okay, let's get this over with. What do you have in mind?”

She smirked and turned to face him. He thought he could see a little bit of doubt in her eyes and was slightly confused.  “Okay, I will give you the chance to back out. I know you are worried.”

“Not a chance Alex! A deal is a deal and I don't back out! Lay it on me!”

“Okay, you asked for it.” She replied licking her full red lips.

“Bring it!” He answered with false confidence.

“Kiss me!” She demanded watching him.

Jensen's mouth dropped and he stared wide-eyed at her. “Excuse me? Did I just hear you right?”

“I'm sure you did. Are you going back on a deal?” She snagged her bottom lip in her teeth again before dropping her eyes to watch his lips.

His sense of competition caused slight insult at her challenging him. He really wasn't sure he should do it, but her command was causing his blood to turn to fire. He had been wanting to kiss her, wondered how soft her lips would be against his. It would only be an innocent kiss, right? Damn this was a bad idea, but he couldn't back out now. “I don't back out on a deal!”

“Well I'm waiting! And I'm not talking a boring grandmother kiss. Give me a good one!”

Jensen's blood pumped hot and fast, he hoped he could keep his voice steady. He moved in until he was breath away from her full lips “Did anyone ever tell you that you talk too much?”

“Well then shut me up!” She answered dragging in a ragged breath.

His hand seemed to move of it's own volition. It gently slid over her cheek before grasping the back of her neck. Her lips opened with a soft gasp as he pulled her to him. He watched her eyes close before shifting forward and touching his lips to hers. A soft moan escaped her and he lost a small grip on his control. The kiss deepened with him tracing his tongue over her bottom lip.

All at once it was like she came alive in his hands. She straddled his thighs, her tongue sliding against his. The salty flavor of the popcorn was there but also some deeper darker flavor that he was sure was all hers. As it seeped into him, her hands came up to frame his face and her moan shot lust filled heat straight through his body. Once her hands slid up to his hair and sharply pulled, the rest of his control snapped. He scooped her hips up and quickly turned to lay her beneath him on the couch as there was a knock on the door. They froze with him cradling her against his body.

“Wow” She breathed out. “What are we gonna do about this?”

“Right now, I'm guessing nothing. We should answer the door, it might be Jared.” He responded breathing hard.

“I'm thinking I should answer the door, unless that's Dean's gun in your pocket.” She answered grinding her hips gently against him.

He dropped his forehead against hers, “Fuck Alex, you are killing me.” He groaned as there was another knock.

Jensen groaned, realizing he was getting himself worked up again thinking of Alexandra. This girl was like a damn drug. He could never seem to get enough and  she just wouldn't commit to him. Just kept telling him that she wouldn't be good in a relationship. She had bad luck keeping guys around. He knew eventually they would reach a point there had to be a definite decision but he couldn't dwell on it or he'd go crazy.

He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket and pulled it out.  “Baby, are u sleeping?” He read, reclining the seat back.

“No, but shouldn't u be?”

“I'm just laying in bed wearing ur shirt. Miss u so much, need u to hurry home.”

Jensen smiled, he could picture her laying back on the bed, the white comforter pillowing around her slim muscular frame. Thinking of her long silky hair fanned out over the white pillowcase. She probably had that cute smirk on her face, she loved being defiant.

“Baby, I'm going as fast as I can, but u need sleep. The things I'm planning on doing to u, I think u are gonna need your strength.”

“Mmmm, babe u need to give me a preview!”

“I think I'm gonna leave u to wonder. Get some sleep!”

“Yes Sir!”

Alexandra laid her head back on the pillow and stared at a picture of him on her phone. The closer he got, the further away it seemed he was. The flight from Vancouver was going to take forever. It was gonna be morning before he got there. She sat her phone on the nightstand and turned off the light. The sooner she got to sleep, the sooner he would be home with her.

Sighing, Jensen laid his head back against the seat and felt the exhaustion of the last few weeks catch up to him. It was gonna feel so good to be home. Settling back he closed his eyes and let the exhaustion finally drag him under.

When he surfaced again, Wendy, the flight attendant was gently shaking his shoulder. “Jensen, we are beginning our descent into Savannah. Fasten your belt please. Just to let you know, Ronnie will be waiting with the car for you on the runway.”

“Thank you Wendy.” Jensen sat up, bucked his belt and looked out the window at day break beginning to come up.

“I bet it's a welcome sight to see Savannah.” Wendy replied.

“Yeah it is. It's been a long time since I've been back here.” He answered taking a deep sigh.

After landing Ronnie ushered Jensen to the waiting car and they sped away into the early morning. He watched the city fly by and his mind drifted again. Alexandra always seemed to do things that caught him off guard. She had seen the house in Savannah online and pretty much bought it sight unseen, because he said he loved vacationing there when he was a kid. She completely baffled him at times. Like the first time they made love;

Jensen had just finished on set and walked back to his trailer. The night shoot had run over and the sun was on the rise. He had been covered in corn syrup blood for so long, he felt like a life sized sucker. He badly needed a shower, a case of beer, and his bed. The only good thing, it was the end of the week for him and he had three days off. He was off to the apartment until work called again. Hopefully Jared wanted to watch the Cowboys kick the Bronco's ass Sunday night.

He stepped out of his trailer after the shower, heading toward his SUV, waving at various crew members as they were wishing him a good weekend. Jensen kept an eye out for anyone wanting to prank him before he left. Pranks ran rampant on the set and he wasn't immune to it. His mind wandered over the next few scripts, trying to work out how he was going to handle Dean's character arc. Clif took his bags and threw them in the back of the Denali and Jensen opened the back door to get in. A movement caught his eye and he followed the long line of creamy white skin up over a slim knee to the bottom of smooth thigh. His eyes widened and he looked up further to see Alexandra's long dark hair falling over her shoulders and a huge smile on her lips.

“Going my way sexy?” She asked leaning back against the other door.

“Baby what are you doing here?” He asked smiling.

“Had a few days off. Clif smuggled me onto set.”

He slid into the back and she draped her legs over his lap. “So I've got you for the whole weekend?”

“Am I screwing up your guys weekend with Jared?”

“I actually don't have any plans with him yet. Was thinking of watching the game with him on Sunday. But other than that I'm completely yours.”

“Good, cuz I have plans for you.” She replied as Clif pulled out into traffic.

“You gonna give me a heads up?”

“Sure you don't want to be surprised?” She asked lightly rubbing her leg over his crotch.

Jensen narrowed his eyes and looked down at her leg. “Alex, baby come on.”

His eyes were drawn up her legs as she slid the skirt of her cobalt blue dress up her legs a little more. She slid a leg to the floor spreading her thighs open, to his shock all he saw was slick, bare skin.

Pure lust rocketed through his body, shooting straight to his groin.“Oh god!” He groaned.

“Everything okay boss.” Clif asked glancing in the rear view mirror.

“We're good man.”

“Okay we will be at the apartment in about an hour. Settle back and I'll get you guys there safe.” He answered turning up the music.

Alexandra smirked at Jensen and lifted a brow. “You better be quiet. Don't want your bodyguard to get a look.” She whispered.

“You're pure evil.” He playfully glared at her.

“Am I?” She asked running her hand up her leg.

Jensen's eyes hungrily followed her hand as it slid up farther, she leaned back against the door . Alexandra smiled and spread her legs a little wider.

“Enjoying the view?”

His tongue darted out to lick his lips, his mouth beginning to go dry. “Come here!” He quietly growled.

“Nope. I'm comfortable over here.” She smirked.

Need was clawing to the surface quickly, he had to get his hands on her. “Come here now!” He demanded.

Alexandra laughed and slid over to Jensen, pulling her skirt back into place.

“Yes dear?” She asked, blinking innocently at him. “Did you need something?”

“I have half a mind to bend you over my knee!” He sternly whispered in her ear as her signature scent of gardenia filled his scenes.

He watched her rub her thighs together and bit his lip to suppress a moan.

“You like that idea?” He whispered lightly running his tongue over the shell of her ear before nipping the lobe.

“If only you could feel how much I like that.” she replied.

“I didn't realize you were such a tease.” He whispered.

“I can stop.” She replied sliding her hand slowly up his toned thigh to the growing hardness pushing against his jeans.

“Baby.” He growled in her ear. “I'm not gonna make it back to the apartment if you don't move your hand.”

Lust had him by the throat and it was getting hard to breathe.

“Aww, my poor baby! Maybe I should rub it a little more to make it all better.” She laughed gripping him tighter.

Jensen groaned before he reluctantly grabbed her hand and moved it down to his knee. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and Alexandra draped her legs over his before curling against his side.

“God, you're a damn tease.” He softly nipped her ear lobe again.

“So, we've got 30 minutes til we get home... how are you going to keep your hands off of me?” She purred against his mouth.

Between her breath on his neck and her hand rubbing against his leg, it was probably the longest 30 minutes he had ever sat through in his life. He just kept telling himself to relax and he would make her pay when they got back to the apartment.

When they finally got upstairs and dropped his bags, he caged her against the door. “You can't tease me anymore. What will you do now?” He breathed against her neck.

“I'm sure I can think of something. Unless you want to hold me here.” She smirked.

As she reached for him he quickly brought his hand down and grabbed her wrists before holding them above her head.

“Mmm... Jensen are you gonna get a little rough tonight?” She purred.

He slid his other hand down her hip til he got to the bottom of her skirt. “I could get rough. You still deserve punishment for teasing me in the car.”

“Seems like all I'm hearing is talk. You gonna back it up big man?” She asked yanking her leg away from his seeking hand.

“Is this how you want to play it?” He asked grabbing a handful of her skirt and wadding it up in his fist.

His body coiled tight with lust as her eyes widened and she nervously licked her plump red lips. He chuckled darkly hearing her moan. Playfully she fought against his hand still holding her wrists.

“How fond are you of this dress?” He asked tugging a little harder.

She moaned again spreading her thighs open for him. “I didn't hear an answer, Alexandra!” He exclaimed.

“I'm pretty fond of this dress. I just bought it.” She bit her lip.

Jensen felt the dark thrill of control running through him. Too far along to realize this wasn't normal for him. “Too bad. I have a feeling it's about to get ruined.” He smiled.

He gave a strong yank that ripped the seams apart on the sides and heard her moan out loud. “Jay, who's teasing who here? We've only got a few days and you are still talking.” She replied in contradiction to her wide lust blown pupils.

“If I was teasing you, I would do this,” He responded by sliding his hand under the torn fabric, up between her legs, cupping the wet heat of her.

Alex squeezed her eyes shut and strained against his hold as he slid a thick finger easily into her. “Damn, baby,  already so wet for me.” He tightened his grip on her wrists

He stretched her tightness by sliding another thick finger inside her. He pumped them in and out a few times, watching her drop her head back against the door. “Jensen, Please...”

“Please, what Alex?” He asked stilling his fingers.

“Baby, please don't stop!” She groaned bucking her hips to get his fingers to move again.

“I think I'm good right now.” He responded leaning forward to tug her bottom lip with his teeth. “Besides, I said I was going to punish you.”

“Damnit Jensen! Please don't stop, I'm begging you.”

He loved the way she was coming apart in front of him. “Doesn't take much for you to crack, does it?” He laughed.

She looked up at him through glassy, pleading eyes. “Actually it does, I've been edging myself all damn night. Wanted to wait until you had your hands on me.” She moaned.

“Edging?”

“Yeah, I've been reading some fan fiction online and playing a little. Some of it can get a little hot.” She smiled as she bucked her hips again. “Come on, please, I've been dying to come all night. I've been here since six yesterday.” She moaned as he curled his fingers slightly inside her.

“Aww, my poor baby. I think we should do something about that...” He responded letting go of her wrists and dropping down to his knees. “Take off the dress!” He commanded pulling his fingers away from her soaking pussy.

Alexandra quickly pulled the ruined dress over her head and threw it off to the side as Jensen quickly spread her thighs and pulled a leg over his shoulder. He gently ran his tongue against her dripping slit. Her hips jerked and she moaned before he tightly gripped her hips and held her in place. He found her slippery hole and lapped at her like he was a starving man. Her hands came down to grip his hair tightly as she arched back against the door.

“Fuck, Jay! I'm so close...please don't stop!” She moaned, pulling harder on his hair.

The pain of her yanking his hair was sending a wave of heat through his veins. He groaned and pulled back before swirling his tongue around her clit. He glanced up, seeing her bent back against the door and smiled before plunging 2 fingers back inside her dripping wetness. Her internal walls clenched around his fingers and it felt like the only thing holding her up when her knees buckled was his  fingers inside her.  Alexandra's whole body seemed to vibrate with the orgasm but he kept licking and sucking on her now sensitive button.

“Jensen...” She breathed. “Stop, stop, stop....I can't”

He pulled back and looked up at her, “Just one more...Want to feel you come apart on my tongue this time.”

He watched her chest heave with her labored breath. She groaned as he slid his tongue back inside her soaked pussy, fucking her in and out slowly in time with his fingers rubbing on her clit. He heard her voice getting louder and her thighs still shaking from the first orgasm clamp down on his head.

“Jensen, Oh God!” She cried, before her body contracted and arched backwards grinding her pussy against his face involuntarily. She let out a loud wail and he felt her explode all over his lips. She gripped his tongue and squeezed tightly before he felt her walls fluttering from the orgasm hitting her again.

Slowly he pulled back and gently lowered her down into his arms. “Are you okay baby?”

“I think I might have blacked out for a second. Where the hell did you learn that?”

He just smiled.

“I can't believe we just did that in the entryway.” She laughed.

He rubbed her arms and nuzzled against her, “I can say that's a first for me. How bout we get up off the floor, I think I've bruised my knees.”

“Not sure I can walk yet. My legs are still shaking.”

“Everything is shaking.” He laughed. “You do that edging thing often?”

Jensen stood up and pulled Alex shakily to her feet. He helped her to the bedroom where he reached behind her and unclasp her bra letting it fall to floor. Helping her up on the bed he gingerly laid down beside her. He was so hard that moving was becoming difficult.

“Actually, no I've never done it before. I read about it a few weeks ago. I was playing earlier and was so close to coming but I was hoping I could hold it off until we were here together. I have to say it definitely paid off cuz I've never come that hard in my life.” She smiled.

“You know you just delayed the inevitable. I didn't get to properly punish you. Guess I will have to do it again later.”

“I promise you will have the chance but for now, I have something to take care of.” She smiled.

“What's that?”

Jensen warily looked her up and down as her smug satisfied face changed into the mischievous little imp he was used to. Suddenly she sat up and looked down at him.

“Stand up and strip for me.” She replied.

Slowly he slid from the bed and turned to face her. He reached his hand behind his head grabbing the back of  his black v neck shirt pulling it up and off his toned body. He saw her bite her lip as he kicked off his shoes and socks. Her hand shot forward and pulled him to her by the belt before he could pull it off.

“How much of a problem do you have with a woman in control?” She asked lifting a slender brow.

“Don't have a problem at all.” He replied nervously.

“Good!” She exclaimed before pulling his belt off and unhooking his pants. “Take them off.”

Blood rushed through his body at lightning speed at hearing her being in control. He pushed the denim down his muscular thighs and to the floor, leaving him standing there in just his black boxer briefs. She licked her lips again and smugly smiled up at him.

“God you are so fucking hot.” She groaned.

Her hand slid up his hip and grabbed the waistband of his boxer briefs and slowly slid them down. She watched his hard cock spring up before wrapping her hand around it softly squeezing. “Mmmmm, so hard for me.”

Jensen's eyes squeezed shut and his head tilted back.  He bit his lip as her hand pumped up and down a few times. “Get on the bed!” She commanded as his eyes popped open. “Lay down on your back and close your eyes!” He watched her smile before he complied.

“Boy, you sure do trust me. That might prove to be a mistake tonight.” She laughed.

He hoped he sounded more confident that he currently felt. “Do your worst!” He smirked. “By the way, didn't you just say something about me running my mouth? Isn't that what you're doing? Are you stalling for something?”

“Actually I was stalling a little bit.” She laughed.

Jensen jumped and his eyes flew open when he felt cold metal latch around his wrist. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“You said you didn't mind a woman in charge.” She looked down at him. “Am I going too far?” She asked suddenly timid.

“Um...no, but warn me before you do something like that.”

Alex sat on the edge of the bed and worriedly chewed on her lip. “Jay if you aren't comfortable with cuffs, I can get rid of them. You know I'd never do anything to hurt you.”

Jensen hated the look he had put on her face. He turned over as much as he could, being attached to the headboard by his right wrist. He reached up and stroked her cheek. “Baby, I know you'd never hurt me. I trust you. It just startled me a little. I wasn't expecting it.”

“Have you ever played with cuffs?” She quietly asked.

“No. But I'm game to try just about anything.” He murmured before sealing his lips to hers. “Now, where were we?” He asked laying back down on the bed and stretching his left hand up the headboard. “Don't you have another cuff around here?” He smiled.

She shyly smiled and straddled his stomach. As she leaned forward to hook the other cuff to his hand, he leaned up and flicked his tongue against her nipple. She moaned and cupped his head bringing his mouth closer to her breast. He licked and sucked on her nipple before looking up at her.

“Thought you were supposed to be in charge. You seem to be following my lead again.”

He felt her hand tighten in his hair, before pulling his head back and wondered what the hell he had gotten himself into.

“You're right! Thanks.”

Alex slid down his chest lightly scratching her nails down  as she slid her body back to his thighs. He moaned as he felt her dripping slit slide over his hard cock.

“Mmmm baby I want to be inside of you.” He moaned.

“When I'm ready baby” She smiled, spreading her legs wide and leaning forward to take the tip of his cock into her waiting mouth.

Jensen's legs tensed as she slid him all the way to the back of her throat. He felt the warm tightness surround him, leaving him tensing in pleasure. Flicking her tongue against the bottom of his shaft on the way back up, she wrapped her hand around the base squeezing, and pumping her hand up and down.

Jensen strained against the cuffs as Alex scraped her teeth against his smooth hard shaft.

“Oh fuck!” He moaned. “Baby, your gonna get me off.”

“That's the plan.” She laughed coming up for air.

“I'm afraid I'm gonna be useless for the next 30 minutes if you don't stop.”

“I could keep myself busy while you rest up.” She answered leaning back  on her right arm and licking her fingers, trailing them down to her wet slit while he watched wide-eyed.

“Alex.” He groaned in frustration as she slipped her fingers deep inside her pussy.

“You are such a whiner.” She laughed.  She pulled her hand away and slid her slicked fingers up and down his hard shaft. “I can feel you throbbing. God I am so turned on right now.”

He watched her straddle his thighs and grind herself over his hard cock. She started sliding back and forth and he could feel her warm wetness covering him. He arched his back, grinding hard against her. “Fuck Alex, feels so fucking good.” He moaned.

Her body started to shake and he could tell she was close to coming. Her fingers gripped his sides and her nails bit into his skin. “Jay, I'm so close.”

“Baby, come all over me.” He answered pushing against her harder.

Her body shook harder as her hands came up to her breasts squeezing before traveling up to grip her hair. It was so erotic to watch her grinding over him. By now there were no more words coming from her mouth, only unintelligible noises. She tensed tight and let out a strangled cry before collapsing down on top of him, shaking. It was everything he could do, to not explode with her.

Jensen strained against the cuffs trying to hold her. “Alex uncuff me. I need to touch you.” He responded.

“Not yet, I'm not done with you. I'm just trying to get my breath back.” She sat up and kneeled over him. Reaching under she wrapped her hand around his still hard member and lined it up with her dripping hole before slowly sinking down, bowing back with the pleasure that coursed through her.

“You're so tight, feels so good.” He moaned, watching her readjust her hips. Suddenly, she worked her hips up and down riding him hard and fast. He watched her breasts rising and falling, hating that he was still tied up. “You're so sexy riding me like that.”

Her hands came up to her breasts to squeeze them and tug on her nipples as she looked down smiling. “I knew you would feel this good inside me.”

“Baby, please! I need to touch you. I'm begging you!” He moaned as she stopped rocking her hips.

“You need to touch me? Really bad?” She chuckled.

“Just remember, whatever you do to me, you will get back later.” He growled.

She leaned forward to uncuff him and he slipped out of her. When he was released he grabbed a hold of her hips. “My turn!” He grinned.

He flipped them over before burying himself to the hilt inside of her in one thrust. She let out a loud cry before gripping his shoulders.

“Fuck me!” She cried out meeting his thrusts with her hips.

He leaned down over her moving harder and faster, feeling her walls grip him tighter. His lips met hers and their tongues danced together. Alex's hands slid up Jensen's back and her nails dug in drawing streaks of red on their way back down.

“Alex, I'm gonna come!” He exclaimed as his rhythm began to falter.

Her lips slid over his stubbled cheek on the way to his neck where her teeth bit down on his sensitive pulse point. His body tensed as a white hot explosion rushed through him. He felt her body tighten around him as he filled her up with his cum.

They were so exhausted when it was all over they had passed out, with him softening inside of her.

Jensen's erection painfully straining for release brought him back to the present. Damn her, she did it to him again, and she wasn't even there with him. He laughed to himself and turned back toward the window. Once again the thought ran through his mind, God he missed her!

He laid his head against the seat and closed his eyes.

“Are we heading out to the summer house?” Ronnie asked breaking through Jensen's thoughts.

“Yeah, Alex is out there right now.” He answered a little tired.

“Cool. Will you need me once we get there?”

“No, we should be okay. You head out once you drop me off.” Jensen responded yawning.

“Hopefully with the long weekend you'll be able to get some rest. Clif told me that it's been nuts this week.” Ronnie responded.

“It's been nuts for the last three weeks. The schedule has been rushed and we had a few conventions thrown in. Conventions are always fun but man are they exhausting. All those people, the lights, feels like you're running a marathon.”

The road was becoming more familiar as they drove farther out of the city. It was a relief his long trip was coming to an end. He wondered if he would be dragging Alex out of bed or if she was already awake. He shouldn't wake her up but he couldn't wait to see her.

Jensen noticed the homes were coming farther and farther apart. He knew they were close. He felt himself starting to check out again before Ronnie's voice cut through.

“We're here. Would you like me to take your luggage in for you?”

Jensen looked around at the long lane they were currently driving up. He felt a sense of calm come over him at seeing the large white farm house sitting about a hundred feet from a beautiful crystal lake.

“No, I'll jump out at the house and grab my stuff. You can take off. We'll be okay.”

When they came to a stop, Jensen hopped out and grabbed his luggage from the back. He waved goodbye to Ronnie and walked toward the house. He got to the bottom of the steps and the front door flew open. He had just enough time to drop his bags before he caught a ball of energy in his arms. Her arms and legs banded around him holding tight. He couldn't even get a word out before Alex's lips were fused to his own in a hard bruising kiss. He staggered back before catching himself against the stair rail.

“Baby I'm so glad your back! I've missed you so much!” She said in between hard kisses.

Her moving around caused her to grind against him. He held in a groan before readjusting her by sliding his hands down to cup her ass. Trying to keep his balance, he blindly made his way up the stairs and stopped at the front door.

“Open the door, don't wanna drop you.” He growled pulling away from her lips.

Sparks of pain and pleasure shot through him as she grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling his lips back to hers as she yanked the door open with her other hand. They tripped though the front door and she laughed. Alexandra finally pulled away far enough for him to get a good look at her.  Emerald eyes sparkling with happiness, full lips swelled and red from their kisses, and her long hair swinging free.

“Baby, it's been such a long night coming home. I've missed you so much.” He whispered against her lips.

“As much as I've missed hearing your voice in person, I think we have more pressing issues.” She breathed.

“And those are?” He grinned.

“You have to ask?” She giggled, tightening her legs around him.

“Alex...” He looked down at her bare legs, watching them tighten more. His fingers dug in to the flesh of her ass.

“Come on Jay.” She moaned grazing her teeth against his neck. “I made it easy for ya...” She ground against him again before nuzzling against his ear. “I'm not wearing any panties baby.” She whispered.

She felt him growing harder before suddenly his fingers dug harder into her and he pushed her against the wall. She braced back against the wall before reaching down to unbutton his jeans. He swept everything off of the foyer table before sitting her down.

He tried to step back to help her with his jeans but she wouldn't let go of him with her legs. “Baby let me go.” He murmured against her lips.

“No, there's no reason to.” She unzipped his jeans and in one swift move, pushed them and his boxer briefs down. “I'm all good.” She moaned against his lips.

When she wrapped her hand around him, he was as hard as stone. He groaned, his hands traveled into her hair and pulled, tilting her head up to him. “I've been waiting all night to have you wrapped around me.”

She nipped at his bottom lip causing him to growl low in his throat. “What were you thinking of doing to me? I mean you said you have things planned for me, did you forget?”

“Didn't forget. I just got in the door.” His hands slid down her sides, over the soft cotton of his shirt that was currently sliding off her shoulder, down to the soft skin of her bare thighs. Sliding to her inner thighs, he quickly shoved them wide. “Lean back for me.”

She smiled and leaned back against the wall planting her feet on the edge of the table presenting herself wide open for him. “What are you gonna do to me?”

“Right now I'm enjoying the view.” He smirked.

She traced her fingers down her body sliding over the pale skin of her inner thigh.  “Come on Jay, I'm kind of lonely over here! I'm gonna start pleasuring myself in a second.”

He stepped forward cupping her warm mound in his hand. “Is this what you want?”

“No.”

“No?” He looked up at her confused. “What do you want then?”

“I want your cock deep inside of me.” She smiled.

He stepped forward and she felt him slide the head of his cock against her slit. He leaned over her and drove himself to the hilt, crushing his lips against hers swallowing her scream. Giving her a second to adjust to him, he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back inside her over and over again.

Alexandra rolled her hips meeting his thrusts. He slid his arms underneath her and pulled her up to wrap her legs around his waist. He shoved the table away and slammed her back against the wall, she heard pictures falling down and hitting the floor but she didn't care. He gripped her hips tight but she was unaware he was going to leave fingerprints there. They rocked back against the wall over and over and she grew more and more slick.

It seemed neither one could speak, could only moan and in her case cry out when he hit that sweet spot inside of her. Her hand came up behind him and started pulling his shirt over his head. He didn't even stop thrusting as she pulled it all the way off and threw it somewhere over his shoulder. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she held on for the ride he was giving her.

Alexandra's body pressed tight against his, rubbing her cloth covered full breasts against his bare chest. Jensen moaned out her name as she clamped down on his cock. She felt her body coil tight before it exploded with her cry.

She squeezed down on him harder as he lowered them to the floor. He drove deep into her, chasing his own release. Fisting the front of her shirt, he ripped it open sending buttons scattering everywhere before leaning down to take a nipple into his mouth.  The sucking pull of his mouth caused her to moan and she bucked up against him straining as he bit down on the hard little nub. Her muscles squeezed down on him again and he groaned. She felt him stiffen in pleasure before falling down on top of her.

Alexandra's breath was heaving as she stroked a loving hand through his hair. “Wow baby, have you been storing that up?”

Jensen let out a lazy chuckle before groaning and pushing himself up to his elbows. “Something like that.”

She turned her head, looking around the aftermath of their energetic reunion. “I'm glad we didn't end up in the glass over there.” She smiled.

He leaned down and softly kissed her neck. She followed his gaze and felt a laugh bubble up through her chest.

“Shit, it looks like a damn wrecking ball smashed through this place. Don't you ever clean?” He laughed.

She punched him in the side as he laughed harder. Standing up, he pulled her to her feet and carried her over to the couch.

“Don't want you to stand in the glass. I seem to still have my shoes on.” He responded looking down at his pants still around his ankles.

“Not my fault you didn't take them off before you tried to put me through the wall.” She pulled him down to her for one more kiss.

He slowly pulled his jeans back up and grabbed Alexandra's slippers. “Stay here and I'll clean up. Hope we didn't break anything important.

“I need another shirt. I'll be right back.” She smiled, gingerly stepping around the glass and running up the stairs in only her slippers.

Jensen looked around again once he grabbed the broom. They had destroyed the foyer. He laughed, and picked up a broken frame. In the photo, he stood behind a laughing Alexandra with his arms wrapped around her. Her head was tilted back against his chest, emerald eyes squinting with happiness.

Drifting back to that day, he remembered standing there, with Jared taking a picture to commemorate the Fourth of July. Alexandra had been wearing this yellow sundress that hung off her shoulders and he couldn't help but stare at her.

It was the first time he had told her he loved her. They sat in the middle of the Supernatural cast watching fireworks over the lake in Austin. He had leaned forward and softly whispered the words he had said to no one else before. It felt like they were in there own little world together, in the middle of a crowded lake side. She turned toward him, and with the exploding colors reflected in her tear filled eyes, she said, “I love you too.”

The memory drifted away as a feeling of melancholy took over. He couldn't understand, if she loved him, why did she keep pushing away the idea of a relationship. Lately, this seemed to be all he could think about. He shook his head and sat the picture on the foyer table, slightly annoyed this feeling ruined his joy at being home.

Jensen was just walking out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee when Alexandra was coming down the stairs completely dressed. He watched her smile falter before she walked up to him. “Baby, are you okay?” She asked reaching for his hand.

He inwardly cringed, he hated how well she could read him. “I'm alright. I'm just tired from the last few weeks.”

Alexandra's eyes narrowed, “Jensen, I know you are, but this isn't being tired. What's wrong?”

“Alex, I can't do this right now. Let's just enjoy the few days we can spend together.” He replied quietly.

Her eyes shifted away and he was pretty sure she knew what was going on inside him. He prayed she would just let it go for now. If they got into the relationship problems, this whole weekend would be ruined. This always ended in a disagreement.

He watched her struggle with the decision to say anything, before letting out a sigh. “Alright, we can chat about this later. Welcome home. Shall we watch a movie?”

Feeling relived, he reached out a hand for hers. “Sure, go ahead and grab one.”

“I can choose?” She smiled.

“Yeah sure...just nothing too chick flick.” He grinned.

They sat on the couch with her leaning back against him between his legs. He wrapped his arms around her and breathed in the scent of her shampoo. His body started to relax when her hands came up to cover his.

“Will you get mad if I end up falling asleep?” He murmured in her ear.

“Nope, I'm sure you have had a long night getting here.” She snuggled back against him. “I'm just happy to feel your arms around me. I've missed having you here.”

“Baby, I hate being gone so much.” He gently laid his chin on her shoulder. “Wish we lived closer.”

Her hand slid up into his hair, nails gently scratching against his scalp. “I know you hate being gone. I hate it too. Seeing you through a screen or hearing you on the phone makes me miss you more.”

“Alex...” Jensen trailed off, knowing he couldn't say what was really on his mind. “I love you more and more every day.”

“I love you too, you know that, right?” She responded.

“I know you do.” He took a deep breath, “You know, we're missing the movie.” He answered trying to shift the focus away from the relationship talk.

Alexandra felt Jensen relax into sleep and took a deep breath. She knew what was going on with him. She had been feeling it too lately. Every time they were together there was a ghost in the room. Something that was in Jensen's mind that he was afraid to talk about.

She knew he wanted more from their relationship and she just wasn't ready. Every time she fully gave her heart and soul to someone it always ended with her getting her heart broke. She just couldn't trust him enough to give him what he wanted.

It killed her to know what she was doing to him. She was always truthful with him, she loved him beyond measure but just couldn't go that final step. One day it was gonna become more of a problem then they could solve.

Jensen's eyes opened slowly when he felt something settle over the top of him. Alexandra was watching down over him with part of a blanket in her hands, softly smiling. “I'm sorry. Didn't mean to wake you up. Just didn't want you to get cold.”

Jensen reached his hand out to her and she sat on the edge of the couch cushion. “Why aren't you keeping me warm?” He asked in a raspy sleepy voice.

“I was going to get the porch in order. I haven't hung the swing or put the flowers out yet.”

“Lay around with me today. I will hang it a little later.” He slid against the back of the couch and gently pulled her down against him. Before she could attempt to get back up, he had her covered with the throw blanket and had his arms wrapped around her. “Just want to feel you against me. I hate always being away from you.”

Alexandra snuggled up against him. “You expect me to lay here all day? I won't get anything done.”

“Oh well, we can try again tomorrow.” He sleepily smirked.

“Okay, you win this round.” She giggled as her fingers traced over his hand on her hip.

“How has the office been going?” He asked.

“We've been toying with the idea of a new line of perfumes and colognes. But mom and dad say they aren't quite there yet. Scents are a little off.”

Jensen shifted forward and softly inhaled the scent of gardenias that he now associated with her. He was glad that Alexandra's family, who were in the cosmetics field, made the scent specifically for her. No one smelled quite like his Alex, it was a scent that excited and comforted him. She thought she was being sneaky wearing it when he was home, but he knew she wore it around the house just for him.

“Are they anything like this? He asked nuzzling his nose against the shell of her ear.

He heard her quick intake of breath as a soft hum came from her throat. “No, nothing like this. I think it's a spicy scent. I'm not sure I like it too much. Kind of hoping they don't push that one forward.” She sighed as he softly kissed a line down the back of her neck. “Jay, this isn't laying around.” She breathed out.

“How is it not? We're laying down, aren't we?” He grinned against her skin.

“Your distracting me....” She replied turning over.

“And that's bad, how?” He asked softly kissing her lips.

“I have something for you. I'll be right back.” He smiled as she stroked his face.

“I have something for you too and it's right here.” He smirked.

Alexandra laughed and smacked his shoulder. “I'm sure you do. I'm sure I can already feel it.”

“You know me so well.”

Jensen lazily watched Alexandra run toward the dining room and come back with something in an elaborately wrapped box. It was square and black with a white bow on top.

“You seriously got me something?” He asked sitting up.

“Well, yeah. What did you think I was saying to you?” She shook her head.

“Well I was hoping it was maybe a French Maid outfit, or maybe a sexy cop.” He grinned.

“All you can think about is sex! I'm beginning to feel like your sex toy.”

“Now wait a minute! Who was the one blowing my phone up all day yesterday with sex pics?” He tried looking insulted but couldn't quite manage to hide the smile that turned his lips up.

“Those were an artistic expression. And it's not my fault that I thought you looked fucking hot in them. You should never have allowed me to take those pics.” She grinned.

“I doubt you sent them to me so I could look at my naked body. All I saw was you in some very compromising positions.”

“And you better delete them from your phone too. All I need is for someone to hack your phone and the pics go viral.”

“Oh no, I'm keeping them and I might just show Jared a few of them.” He loved shocking her.

“You wouldn't dare!” She stated with wide eyes.

“What if I already have?” He asked smirking.

“I know you haven't. Jared would have called me as soon as you were away from him. He can't keep that shit to himself. I'm sure he would have teased me mercilessly.”

“Yeah you're right.” Jensen agreed. “Now, I want my gift!” He reached his arms out to her.

“I'm not sure you deserve a gift after this bratty behavior.” Alexandra replied holding it out of his reach.

Jensen stuck his bottom lip out and batted his eyes at her. “Please!”

“Okay, all that shit may work on the 'Jensen girls' but it doesn't get you anywhere with me.”

“The 'Jensen girls'?” he asked completely baffled.

He watched Alexandra break out into a fit of laughter. “Yeah those girls that think Jensen Ackles hung the moon! He is so perfect! If only they knew you like I do...”

“What are you talking about? I am perfect... every inch of me.” He laughed

“And we are back to sex again....”

Alexandra sat down next to Jensen and handed him the box, before pinching his cheek. “Just because you are so cute and I've missed this face, I'll give in this time.”

He leaned forward and softly kissed her lips. “I've missed your face too.”

Her hands came up to frame his face as her thumbs rubbed over his cheekbones. “What is it about you that hooked me from that first meeting?” She asked searching his face.

Feeling concerned at this turn in the conversation he knew he had to tread carefully. “I don't know, I was wondering about that on the ride home about you. I've decided that I don't want to know what it is. I'm just thankful it did.”

“I'm thankful too. I've never met anyone like you. But, you need to open that box.” She pulled back and gestured to the box he was almost dropping on the floor.

He sat back on the couch and slowly opened the lid to find a thin, square dark green glass bottle. He lifted it out of the box and realized there was liquid in it. “Alex what is this?”

She reached over and took the bottle from him. “Just smell this.” She pushed down the top and the air filled with a woodsy clean scent.

“Wow, I like that. But I hope you aren't trying to replace your scent.”

“This isn't mine. It's yours. I've been working on it for about a year. Ever since I met you for the first time.”

She turned the bottle over and there in a white bold script was the word Jagar. “Alex you made me cologne?”

“Yeah. And it's up to you if we market it or you keep for your own. I never know what to get you, that you can't get yourself. I tried to give it a scent that would make me think of you.” She smiled with her eyes beginning to tear up.

Jensen quickly spritzed a little on his wrists and held one out for her to smell. “How does this smell?”

“Like curling up with you on a wooded porch while it was raining.” Her eyes filled a little more.

“If you like it so much, why are you crying?” He asked pulling her in for a hug.

“I truly don't know. This sounds so stupid.”

“What does?”

She rolled her eyes as a single tear ran down her face. “Sometimes when I'm with you, I just get overwhelmed with how much I feel for you. It just doesn't seem like it should be like this.” She answered as she looked away.

“It annoys you that you love me?” He asked reaching up and gently turning her face back toward him.

“No, of course not baby.” She responded as she cupped his cheek.

She continued, “You know I'm not big on the rom-com cliches. And the only thing I can think to describe how I feel about you, it's every one of those damn lines.”

“Well you know those lines came from somewhere first. There's a reason they are used in those damn movies.” He answered pulling her close to his side. “Just know that you are not alone with those feelings. I'm trying not to overwhelm you with the things I feel and think about us. But, Alexandra, I have never loved anyone like I do you. I think we could have a future together.” He pushed forward so she couldn't respond, “I'm not rushing you or even suggesting anything. I'm just stating how I feel. Please don't think I'm trying to start an argument. I know how you feel about the future stuff.”

He couldn't believe that she had actually started this conversation, but it was too far in to stop now. He just prayed it would end peacefully. He didn't want the next few days screwed up.

She turned to face him, playing with his fingers that were gently laying on her leg. “Jensen, I truly don't know how I feel about the future. I guess I'm not as opposed to it as I was before, but...”

“You're still scared.” He finished.

“Aren't you?”

“Alex, the future is never sure. Yes, something bad could happen and we both could get hurt. But something wonderful could happen and we could both be happy.” He answered feeling his heart pound heavier. She was finally coming around to his side of the argument. They still weren't on the same page, but, it wasn't a flat out no anymore.

“Let's not think about this for now. We only have a few days and I want to be as close to you as I can this weekend. I want your full attention and I don't want your mind to be elsewhere.” He answered staring down into her glassy eyes.

She giggled and he felt himself start to relax. “Okay we will shelve this for now. But, do you really like the way the cologne smells?”

“Yeah, I do. It means a lot that you worked so hard on this. Part of me wants to keep it all to myself.”

“Well you do have the right to do that. I told you, Mom and Dad have left it up to you about marketing it. And Jager is just a tentative name. I thought maybe you might have a better one.” Alexandra smiled.

“What does it mean?” He asked rubbing his thumb over the raised letters.

“It means hunter in German. I thought because of your heritage, and and your character's job, it fit. But honestly Jay, you can have it named anything you like.”

Jensen was taken aback. Not only had she been working on this for almost a year, she had thought long and hard to make the name meaningful to him. This was probably the most thoughtful gift he had been given in a long time.

“I can't think of a better one. Baby, thank you.”

Jensen opened his eyes to find Alexandra curled against his side as the sun was began to rise. Her even breathing was as calming as the birds chirping outside. He could feel the last of his exhaustion fade away as her warm body snuggled closer.

He missed her so much when he was gone. It always felt like a part of him was missing when he was away. After the conversation they had last night, they may not be apart very much longer. He just had to wait her out, hopefully she would come to the decision on her own.

Alexandra's leg slid over his as she curled closer to him. He let out a contented breath as his fingertips traveled over her knee and up her bare thigh. He debated on waking her up or just watching her sleep. He watched his fingertips creep higher over her warm smooth skin before feeling her watching him.

“Are you having fun?” She asked sleepily, sliding her hand over his.

“Actually I'm just enjoying a lazy morning in bed with you. Didn't really mean to wake you though.” He smiled, turning more on his side.

“You didn't wake me, not really. I'm still in work mode. Not used to having lazy mornings.”

Jensen slowly pulled her closer sliding her leg over his hip. He watched Alexandra smirk before shifting her leg to wrap around his waist.

“What are your plans this morning?” Jensen chuckled, and rubbed his calloused hand up her thigh pulling her tighter against him.

“Jay,” She bit her lip watching him.

He could feel her soft grinding against him. She was beginning to drive him crazy. He could feel the heat spreading through his blood.

“Hey, slow down, not yet.” He whispered, kissing her cheek.

“Why not? I can feel how ready you are for me.”

“Want to take my time.”

“You mean you want to tease me.” She leaned closer rubbing her lips over his neck.

“Teasing you sounds like a good idea. I can't think of a better way to spend the morning.”

Jensen rolled them both over and leaned down over her. He felt her wrap her other leg around his waist pulling him down closer.

“Come on Jay.” She breathed against his neck.

He slid his hand slowly up her thigh, “Come on, what?”

“Hurry up, want to feel you inside me.”

“You're gonna have to wait for that...” He chuckled. “So, for now, shut up and enjoy.” He stated, leaning forward and tracing her bottom lip with his tongue.

Jensen reached back and untangled Alexandra's legs from his waist, laughing at her protests.

By early afternoon, they were cleaning the wrap around porch. She had talked Jensen into hanging the swing and a couple of ferns she had picked up in town. The peaceful sounds of the country chirped and twittered around them.

By the time the last fern was hung, Jensen turned to watch Alexandra digging in the flower beds to plant the petunias she had dragged out of the shed. He'd bet she had no clue how beautiful she looked, with the bandanna holding the stray hairs away from her face that was currently smudged with potting soil. The same hands that had clung and clawed at him when they were making love were gently placing flowers in the ground. He laughed at how sappy his thoughts were getting.

“What are you laughing about Ackles?” Alexandra stood, looking up at him.

He walked over and dusted his fingers over her cheek. “You look like you've been playing in the mud.” He smiled.

“Yeah, that's cuz I've planted 4 flower beds while you've been playing on the porch.” She batted his hand away from her face.

“Well how about you take a shower and I'll start dinner. I want to get my hands on that grill.” He smirked when she glared at him.

“I think you enjoy the thought of having your hands on that damn grill, more than me.”

Jensen stepped down off the porch and pulled her in front of him. “Really? That's what you think?” He smiled.

“Yeah that's what I think.” She stated rubbing her dirty hands all over his cheeks before running around him and through the front door.

“Damnit Alex, you're gonna pay for that!” He yelled running after her.

The sound of Alexandra's feet pounded up the stairs as she made her getaway, with Jensen just a few feet behind. He finally caught up to her at the bedroom door, snagging her around the waist, pulling her flush against his body.

“Come here!” He demanded trying not to laugh.

“Something wrong Jay?” He watched her lift a brow as her mischievous smirk crossed her lips.

“Was the dirt necessary?”

“Well yeah, you tend to get dirty when you're planting flowers.” She smiled.

“Smart Ass! Now you're gonna pay.” He responded.

Alex let out a squeal of laughter as he picked her up and carried her through the bedroom door. He felt her squirm to get away as he walked her into the adjoining bathroom.

“Jensen Ackles, don't you dare!” She yelled as he pushed her into the shower and turned it on cold.

Before he could get away, she shot of the shower and pushed him against the wall. She pressed against him tighter, her wet body shivered against the cold.

“You're an asshole.” She chattered, dripping mud all over him and the floor.

“I told you, you were gonna pay.”

A small part of him felt bad so he grabbed a towel to wrap around her. He heard her sigh when he pulled her back into his arms.

“Well now we're both wet and dirty.” He stated looking down at his white t-shirt and blue jeans smeared with mud. “Guess we both need a shower.”

Alex laid her head on Jensen's shoulder and snuggled closer to him. “Only if you promise, no more cold water.”

“You have a deal, but only if you keep your hands to yourself.” He answered as he wiped her hair away from her face.

“I thought the only reason you loved me was because I never kept my hands to myself.” She smirked.

“That's one of the many reasons I love you.” He stated, pulling the towel from her.

Jensen had finished helping Alexandra clean the dinner dishes just in time for his cell phone to ring. When he glanced at the screen, he smiled to see his mom's name.

“Hey Mom.” He answered putting down the drying towel.

“Hey. How has your mini vacation been going?” She asked as he walked toward the back door.

“It's been well needed. Work's been killing me lately. Alex has been great. How have you and dad been?”

“We're good. But when are you gonna bring that girl over to meet us? Your father and I were just talking about that today. Haven't you been dating her long enough to quit hiding your family from her. I promise you, I'll make your father behave.”

“You'll make Dad behave? I think Dad would have to make you behave. Honestly, I just don't think we are at the parent meeting stage of our relationship. There needs to be a bit more time.”

“Jens, you're not fooling me. What's going on?”

“Nothing Mom. Everything is fine. We're just taking things slow.”

“Are you sure that's all it is?”

“Yes Ma'am.”

“Okay fine. You're still not fooling me but I'll let it go for now. I just wanted to check on you. If you don't call me, I'll call again in a few days to check on you again.”

“Okay Mom, I love you.”

“Love you too.”

Jensen turned back around to find Alexandra watching him.

“Was that your mom?”

“Yeah. She says hi. Dad and mom want to meet you. I hear about it all the time when they call.”

“Jay, I... um.. Not ready.”

“I know Alex. I told them that we're not at that stage yet.”

He noticed how uncomfortable she was becoming and tried to smooth out the conversation.

“Alex, I'm not trying to pressure you. I know you're not ready.”

“I feel like I'm disappointing them and you. I just can't.” She responded with tears in her eyes.

“Hey, come here.”

Jensen pulled her into his arms, squeezing her tight. “Baby, you could never disappoint me. I know you aren't comfortable with that stuff. I'm not pushing.”

“Just don't want you to hate me.” She wiped at her tears as she pulled away from him.

“I need some air.” She stated, walking out to the back porch.

Jensen watched her leave regretting even bringing it up.

Alexandra walked down the steps and made her way to the lake. She sat on the dock dragging her feet in the water. No matter what Jensen said, she knew she was letting him down. But she just couldn't do it. She couldn't give him a real relationship let alone meet his parents.

The look in his eyes when she freaked out told her all she needed to know. What they had wasn't ever going to be good enough for him. What she wanted wasn't gonna be enough for him.

She thought back to the first time she realized she was in love with Jensen. They had been dating for 4 months when she woke up one morning with the flu. Her whole body hurt, she couldn't keep food down and she had one hell of a migraine.

Around 5 at their nightly check in, the phone rang.

“Hey.” She answered

“Hey Baby, What's wrong?”

“I feel like shit. Think I have the flu.”

“Aww my poor Baby. Do you need anything?”

“You're across the country in Dallas. How are you gonna get me anything.”

“I'm sorry you don't feel good. Are you still in New York?”

“Yeah, still staying at the 4 seasons. Guess I'm not gonna make my meeting tomorrow.”

“Have you had anything to eat?”

“No, I'm having trouble keeping water down.”

“Well I'm gonna let you get back asleep.”

She curled back into a ball and groaned. Which is where she woke when there was a knock on the door. Daylight was shining bright through the windows and she glanced at the clock as there was another knock. Who could be knocking on her door at 9am?

She grabbed a robe and shuffled her way to the door. She looked through the peep hole to see Jensen standing there with a bag in hand. She quickly opened the door.

“Jay, what are you doing here.” She backed up and let him in.

“Nothing is worse than being away from home and being sick. I just wanted to check on you.” He shut the door.

“You flew across country just to check on me?”

“Yeah. I didn't want you to be homesick and alone. Plus, I found this little bistro up the street and conned them into making soup for me.”

“Let me guess you used the Jensen Ackles charm on them?”

Jensen grinned, “Maybe. I signed a few autographs and took some pictures.”

“I can't believe you came all the way across the country to check on me and bring me soup.”

“You sounded like you needed me here.” He stroked her cheek.

“I'm glad you're here but you were spending time with your family.”

“They understood when I told them you needed me here.”

“I'd kiss you but I don't want you sick. Which reminds me, what are you thinking? You're gonna get sick here with me.”

“It doesn't matter. So do you wanna try to eat or take a nap?”

“I've been sleeping since I got off the phone with you. But I'm still not up to eating. Maybe some juice from room service.”

“Go lay back down and I'll call down for some.”

Jensen spent the next few days helping Alexandra back to health. Luckily for him, he didn't get sick too.

Alexandra drug her feet through the water softly smiling at the memory. But how exactly was she going to make up with him now? She decided maybe the morning would bring more answers.

Jensen was sitting on the couch watching tv. He heard the back porch door open and shut. Her footsteps went up the stairs.

Time always seemed to level her back out. He just had to not bring it up again. But it was getting harder to keep his feelings bottled up. It wasn't fair that she always shut him down when talked about his feelings. Time was coming that he wasn't gonna be able to keep his mouth shut anymore. He was afraid that time was coming soon.

Jensen opened his eyes the next morning to find Alexandra wrapped around him. Normally he would be happy to have her there, but it just reminded him of what happened last night. It was beginning to feel like their life together was a lie. What was he doing there anyway. He was beginning to feel like a long term booty call.

He disentangled himself from her and went downstairs. He made his way to the coffee pot. While the coffee brewed he stood at the sink and stared out the window. He knew this was gonna happen. It was gonna get brought up and everything was gonna implode.

Jensen scraped his hands over his morning scruff and poured himself a cup of coffee. He just had to keep busy or he knew a fight was gonna come. He wasn't sure he could act like nothing was wrong, not anymore. Knowing she didn't feel the same, it killed him.

Before he had a chance to leave the kitchen Alexandra came bouncing in and poured a cup of coffee. She leaned over to give him a kiss and Jensen couldn't help but stiffen up. He watched the confusion cross her face before she cocked her head to look at him.

“Jay, what's wrong?” She brought her hand up to his cheek.

“It's just not a good day Alex.”

“Don't give me that. What's wrong?”

“You don't wanna know.” She lowered her hand slowly.

“Yeah, I do. Jensen, are you mad at me?”

“I'm not mad, I've just realized something. You're never gonna love me like I love you. The future I want, you'll never give me.”

“What are you talking about? You know I love you.”

“Then talk to me about our future.”

“Jensen...” She paused.

“See, right there. That's what I mean. You can't. I'm tired of this song and dance Alexandra. I want a future of , meeting each other's families, moving in together and maybe more. What I can't handle is the “I'm not good in relationships” crap. We've been in one for over a year. Unless you know something I don't.”

“Jensen, there hasn't been anyone else but you. But I can't believe you're bringing this up now.”

“Either can I. We either fix this or I'm done Alex. I can't keep living in the in-between. I love you, but I think we're done.'

“Jensen, don't do this, please.”

“I'm sorry Alex. This is an either or situation. You either love me enough or you don't.”

“So, I fall in line or we're done? That's it? What happened to my thoughts and feelings?”

“I've been living with your thoughts and feelings for over a year. I keep my mouth shut so we don't argue but it's still there in the back of my mind. I'm always so afraid I'm going to lose you because how I feel.”

He watched the tears fall down her face and felt his heart shatter. To know he was the cause of her pain was killing him. He just couldn't do this anymore. They had reached the end.

Jensen blinked away tears and shook his head. “Alex, I love you, but I can't do this anymore.” He walked back upstairs and grabbed his phone.

“Hey Ronnie. I'm gonna be needing a ride to the airport.”

“Sure thing boss. I'll be there in 10 minutes.”

Jensen sat down on the bed and stared at the floor. He couldn't believe he just told Alexandra they were done. He scrubbed his hands over his face wiping away tears before they fell.

He packed his things just in time for his phone to ring. “Jensen I'm here.”

He walked down the stairs and Alexandra stood at the bottom. Her face and eyes were red with tears. “Please don't go.”

“I'm sorry. If I stay, nothing changes. Take care of yourself.” He kissed her on the forehead and walked out the door.

The front door closed and Alexandra dropped to the floor in tears. She just lost the best thing that had ever happened in her life. She heard the car drive away and buried her face in her hands and sobbed.

She must have cried herself to sleep because she woke up on the floor with a horrible headache. Her eyes were swelled and puffy. She didn't know what time it was.

She walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water before trudging upstairs to the bedroom. Once in there, she stopped dead in her tracks. Jensen's side of the bed was glaringly empty. The tears started falling again. She slowly sank down onto her side of the bed staring at the floor. She sat there for few minutes before she grabbed her phone and called her best friend.

“Alex, what's up? Jensen driving you nuts so soon?” Jared answered the phone.

“Jared, he left.” She couldn't help the tears in her voice.

“What do you mean?”

“We're done. He left me”

“Lexi, what happened?”

“I just couldn't do it.”

“You have to give me a little more hon.”

“He wanted a relationship. I just couldn't give it to him. I pushed him away.”

“Oh, Lexi.”

“It's all my fault. JT, what did I do?

“It can all be fixed. Lexi call him.”

“He doesn't want me anymore. I fucked up.”

“He told you that?”

“No but I can read between the lines. I either give him a relationship or we were done.” She cried,“I couldn't do it. What's wrong with me JT?”

“What do you mean, what's wrong with you?

“Why couldn't I give him what he wants? Why couldn't I trust him enough? It's not like I don't love him, I just couldn't give him everything.”

“Lexi, you can't push yourself into something you're not ready for, even if the one you're with wants you to.”

“It just hurts so much. I'm sittin here looking at his side of the bed and it's so empty. I feel so empty.”

“Just give it some time, things will get better.”

“That's a bunch of bullshit Jared. I don't think it's ever gonna get better.”

After dealing with a 5 hour wait at the airport and 7 hours on the plane, by the time he got to Vancouver and back to Clif he was exhausted. He just wanted to be alone.

Jensen figured Clif knew something was wrong because he didn't say a whole lot. He knew he should offer some type of conversation but it just wasn't in him.

When Jensen walked back into his apartment, he threw his bags in the bedroom and went straight for the liquor cabinet. He opened whiskey and drank straight from the bottle. It was looking like he was gonna get drunk and he was gonna pay for it in the morning but he didn't care.

He was right, he was gonna get drunk, and he stayed that way the rest of break. The last night, there was a knock on the door.

Jensen stumbled to the door and opened it. There stood Jared.

“Hey man.” Jared said walking into the apartment.

“Jared, now isn't a good time man.”

“I know, that's why I'm here.”

“Come on man, I'm not gonna talk about this.”

“Then let's watch the game and get drunk. Although it looks like you're ahead of me. Give me time to catch up.”

Jensen sat there and watched the game. He lasted all of an hour.

“What did she tell you?” Jensen asked Jared who was sitting at the other end of the couch.

“Why don't you tell me what happened?”

“There's not much to tell. I just got tired of being a booty call.”

“A booty call?”

“That's all she wants. She doesn't want a relationship. My mom called and mentioned she wanted to meet Alex. I told Alex and she flipped out on me. I'm just tired of it all.”

“Jay, I don't know what to say.”

“I wasted a year on her. And all she did was lead me on.” Jensen took another swig of whiskey. “Why did she lead me on?”

“Jensen, I'm not sure she did.”

“I know, you can't betray her confidence. You know you are willingly putting yourself in the middle of this.”

“I know I am, but I'm not gonna stay out of this if both of you are hurting.”

“I'm not hurting, I'm just pissed. I never should've ended up with her.”

“Jensen, stop. I know you're hurting.”

“Why did she bother with me? She knew what I wanted and she just kept leading me on.” He scrubbed his hands over his face wiping his eyes. “You know what, Fuck Her! I hope whatever she does, she's happy.”

Jensen took a huge drink, feeling the world spinning. The feeling was getting stronger. It wasn't long before the world went black.

The next morning came and Jensen was waking up in his bed. The sun hurt his eyes and his heartbeat was pounding in his head. He groaned and slowly sat up in bed holding his head. The days of being drunk were catching up with him.

It was then he noticed a noise coming from the living room. He slowly stood and walked that way to find Jared's long legs hanging off the edge of his couch. The way his neck was bent explained the horrible snoring that was permeating the whole apartment.

Jensen took one look at the empty bottle of whiskey laying on the floor and shivered. Looks like he won't be drinking for a while. He could still taste it on his tongue. Holding his head in his hand, he walked to the kitchen to make coffee. He felt like he was gonna need it.

When he came out of the kitchen Jared was sitting up on the couch yawning.

“Morning sunshine.” He replied.

“Yeah, morning.” Jensen answered sitting down in a chair.

“How are you feeling?”

“Like shit. Why did you let me drink so much?”

“Hey, you were well on your way to being drunk when I showed up. You were dead set on getting drunk so I just let you go. Judging the amount of bottles in your trash, you've been drunk for days.”

“Yeah, It was just easier that way.”

“Jensen, it will get easier, just got to give it some time.”

“Oh give me a break. The whole time heals all crap.”

“It may be crap but it's true.”

“Whatever. It's over and done. Time to move on. Besides work starts back up tomorrow, I won't have time to think about this shit.”

The next few weeks were all pretty much the same. Jensen went to work, came home and went to bed. But what wasn't the same was the fact that he caught himself trying to call Alexandra like normal. He'd always stop himself before he tapped the last number. It had never occurred to him before how ingrained she was in his life. Now he had to work on getting her out of his life, and out of his mind. The weekends were the hardest. For the last year he had spent most of the time on the phone with her.

Truth be told, God he missed her. He missed the way she used to watch him before leaning in to kiss him, or the way she would curl against him at night. He missed the way she felt in his arms and the sounds she would make when they made love.

As mad as he was, he just couldn't make himself hate her. It was hard enough to stay mad at her. But after everything he had been fooling himself into believing she was there for anything but the sex. How could he have been so stupid to fall for it?

Alexandra flew home and threw herself back into work. Even though she had comp time, she spoke to her parents and got it pushed back until a later date. She worked from sun up to sun down every day, including weekends, but nothing helped. She kept expecting calls from Jensen that never came. As time went on she missed him more and more.

Jared would call her every few days to check up on her and as tempting as it was, she just couldn't bring herself to ask about Jensen. She knew Jared was purposefully keeping him out of conversation and she appreciated it. But it was getting to the point she didn't want to answer the phone when Jared called because it was a last link to Jensen.

Convention weekend was upon them once again. It was another marathon event for them to run. Jared met Jensen at the SUV for the ride to the airport.

“Ready for another weekend?” Jared smiled.

“Actually I am. I need the distraction. I'm gonna have fun whether I want to or not.”

When they boarded the plane Jensen sat down and stared out the window. He couldn't help but think about this convention, one year ago this was when he first met Alexandra. Nothing over these past few weeks had helped him get over her. He still tortured himself looking back at those pictures she had sent him on set.

Jared tried to engage Jensen in conversation but he just couldn't bring himself to talk. The one year anniversary was something he couldn't get past. He just hoped he could fake cheerfulness during the panels.

Thankfully he was an actor, he was able to fake his way through the meet and greets. The panels were easier because Jared was there to do most of the talking. By the end of the weekend, Jensen was exhausted.

When they said goodbye to the fans, they both made their way up to their floors. The feeling of melancholy was returning with a vengeance. Now that their obligation was over, there was no need to keep with the fake happiness. Not that he was normally fake around fans but this time he just couldn't give them authenticity.  

He went back to his hotel room and dropped down on the bed. He pulled his phone out and started to dial Alexandra's number. His finger hovered over the send button. But he threw his phone on the bed before scraping his hands over his face. He had hoped he would somehow see her there. Part of him was relieved she hadn't showed up.

The thought had no more than left his mind when someone knocked on his door. He thought it was Jared trying to get him to go out to dinner. But he wasn't in the mood.

He opened the door and there stood Alexandra. Jensen felt his heart drop in his chest.

“Alex, what are you doing here?”

“We need to talk.”

“We said all we need to say.”

“No, you said all you needed to say.”

“What else is there?” He asked watching her.

“Jensen, just let me in. I don't think you wanna do this in the hallway.”

“Fine, you've got 5 minutes.”

Jensen stepped away from the door to let Alexandra in. She came into the room and stood just a few feet inside the door. He could see she was shaking and wanted to scoop her into his arms. But he knew he couldn't touch her or he'd never walk away from her again. As it was, he was losing the fight against being angry with her.

“Jensen, I thought of all the things I could say to you. I even had a speech outlined in my head. Now standing here looking at you, it's all gone.”

“Well you better figure out something to say, or your 5 minutes will be wasted. I'm sure you didn't come here to stare at me.”

He knew he was sounding like a dick but he couldn't stop himself. He had to keep her at arms length. He watched her bottom lip quiver and felt like shit. Even he couldn't be this mean. She closed her eyes as a tear slid down her cheek.

“I don't know what's wrong with me. This is what I do. I find someone who is a great person and I just ruin it. I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt you.”

“Alex, I know you're sorry. What more is there to say?”

“Jensen, I still love you.”

“Don't start that. This has nothing to do with love.”

“It has everything to do with love. I want what we had back.”

“There's no way. Look, I know I said I'd give you 5 minutes but all we are doing is rehashing everything that's already been said.”

“How can you act so cold toward me? You don't feel the same, do you?”

“Don't ask me that. Nothing either one of us does will be able to fix this. It's time we move on.”

Alexandra dropped her head in her hands crying. Jensen felt like an asshole. In trying to protect himself, he made her cry. It was taking everything in him to stay on the other side of the room from her.

“Alex, stop crying, please, just stop.”

She wiped her eyes trying to keep more tears from falling. “You said I never loved you like you loved me and now look at you. It didn't take long for you to get over me.”

“What am I supposed to do? Alex, we broke up.”

“I've been punishing myself about this for weeks. About how I hurt you and for not loving you enough. But you're right, it's time to move on. If you loved me that much you would still be hurting like me. This was a wasted trip.”

Alexandra turned away and Jensen took a few strides to the door slamming his hand on the door to keep it closed. Startled, she turned around to look at him. Her back was against the door and she was looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Jensen..”

“Don't ever doubt that I love you. I just can't be a booty call anymore.”

“What the hell are you talking about. You were never a booty call.”

“Then what do you call it. We weren't in a relationship but we sure spent a lot of time in the bedroom though.”

“You seriously think that's all I wanted? Jensen I wanted you. I still want you.”

“We can't work, not like that.”

Alexandra framed his face in her hands. “I want you to listen to me. I love you and I want you in my life.”

“There's only one way that would happen.” She dropped her hands.

“Jensen, I want you as my boyfriend. I want a relationship.”

“Don't just tell me what I want to hear.”

“I'm not. I've had time to think it over and I've realized that I'm so much better with you. I want you in my life. But if you don't feel the same way anymore, then I guess I should leave.”

“I never said I didn't feel the same way. But you can't just tell me what I want to hear. I'm not falling back into that again.”

“Do you still love me?”

“Alex... I...”

“Tell me the truth. Do you?”

“I've never stopped. I miss you everyday.”

I miss you too. I want us back.”

“I don't know.”

“I have to be honest though. I want a relationship with you but there are still somethings I am still leery of.”

“Such as?”

“I don't mind 'boyfriend' or 'significant other' or any other label you want to put on it. But I'm still not ready for parents yet.”

“What about being together in public?”

“We can be together in public. I'm so sorry I've hurt you with my indecision.”

“Stop telling me you're sorry. I know you are. But I don't know if we can do this.”

“You still love me, I love you. What is there to figure out?”

“So, a relationship, huh?”

“Yeah, a relationship. I'm going all in. What about you?”

“I hope we don't regret this, but I'm all in too.”

He leaned down softly kissing her. Pressing her against the door he deepened the kiss. His tongue licked along the seam of her lips and she opened for him. His hands slid down along her hips and around to her ass. His fingers dug in and he lifted her up, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist.

“Jensen, wait.”

“What?”

She patted him on the chest. “Weren't you the one who just said you weren't gonna be a booty call? What are we doing here?”

“This? We're making up. And not to mention I have this big comfy bed that's just begging to be used.” He grinned.

“Fine, then take your girlfriend to bed.”

“I like the sound of that.” He kissed her again.

She laughed as he spun around and walked across the room.

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I'm fucking devastated...

I wrote a blog reviewing AEW dynamite (19/02/20), it was in depth, humorous AND long as shit... I used my phones swipe gesture to open Chrome to fact check something in case I was remembering it wrong.. and with one fluid motion.........CLOSED TUMBLR, losing the fucking essay I'd typed AND wasted a good hour and a half on.... that's fucking it... I'm turning off motion gestures on this fucking phone.... back to having my icons you shit...

Short version of my review....

Matt har...Jackson wins the battle royals for the young Bucks who go on to face the title holders later in the night (currently Kenneth Omega 6 and Hangman Austin 3:16 Page, but they have a match with belts on the line later with Lucha Bros)

Also, Orange Cassidy gets freshly squeezed by the Bunny... some people would pay good money for that, you ungrateful orange!

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Kris Statlander beats the piss out of Shanna (wearing hot Goku outfit) whilst "Booping" everybody in sight and causing me to propose to my TV screen. She said BOOP!

Post match, Nyla comes out for an interview with Tony Schiovone and runs down the locker room, especially Riho. Kris comes back from the locker room, boops the title, big swole comes out and gets shouty... refs break up none existing fight.

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Jeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooon Moxley wins against Jeff Cobb, in the only disappointing match on the card. Technically sound but boring. Jeff looked strong but lost clean which doesn't look good, when hes Jerichos "hired assassin".

The inner Circle pile in and Dustin comes out and looks impressive plowing into the group, he gets overcome and the lights switch off... bah god that's gotta be kane!... nope... just Darby Allin... not disappointing, but I started watching wrestling in 97'... the lights went out, that meant hell fore and brimstone sunny jim!..

Derby swings his Skayeboard like a man possessed before wirelessly issuing a challenge to Sammy G for Revolution.

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Kenneth and Page take on the Luchas in the most stunning display!. There aren't words for this kind of match.. everybody involved is a treat to behold, and Rey Fenix is on another level.. fluid as fuck! I've NEVER seen anyone run across the top rope to boot someone in the temple.

If you're reading this... WATCH THIS MATCH... just watch it!. Far from perfection, but entertaining as shit!

Kenny and Page take the W, and out come nick and Matt to celebrate. The Elite are facing off in two weeks, Bucks Vs the Drunk fucks. Adam Page seems unsure and drinks the audiences beer as he leaves... leaving kenny to make excuses to Nick and Matt.

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Main Event time and the Cage is being lowered and set for Wardlow Vs. Cody Rhodes.

Wardlow hair stays in it's silly little man bun for a while but eventually pops out of place to make him look like an emo warlord. Cody is thrown into the cage early on which busts him open (keeps the camera off him long enough for him to carve a big chunk of scalp off), wardlow dominates but Cody gets some offense in... at one point Rollercodester is thrown through the cage door and Arn Anderson is holding it as MJF (Best ever, seriously the man.. fuck off he is!), eggs him on to swing it hard into Cody... Arn teases a turn, but swings it hard into the face of the King of the $10000 bling! Cody re-enters the fray and gets nailed with MJFs Dynamote ring... he retrieved is and returned fire, causing MJF to climb the cage in disgust, Brabdy spanks his ass with a chair twice and Maximillion drops down to spark her out... however... he gets suckerpunched.

Cody gets the upper hand and climbs the enormous cage, and as he hits the top, there isnt even a SECOND, no hesitation, no fear, no considering... his second foot hits the metal pole top of the cage, and he moonsaults from the top of that fucker onto wardlow and covers him for the 3 count.

Cody celebrates as my man MJF realises that Cody has done it. He refrained from physical contact, he took his 10 lashes in the ring and he defeated Warslow in a cage match... in less than two weeks, MJF takes on his mentor. Cody Rhodes. Max plays this PERFECTLY. he is the Best heel the business has to offer right now. Quick witted, snarky and plays his part 24/7 on his Twitter.

Great show!.... besides the Mox misfire, I think it hit all the bases.

Notes: KEEP BRITT OFF OF MICROPHONES.

Sammy Guevara, you OK bruv? That Superkick was NASTY!

Hangman, Pint?

Nyla, have a mask made... that one off wish does you no favours!

Join Dark Order.

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Milagro

Chapter 7: “Déjà Vu”

Ch: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

Ward had expected to see the blue haired elf upon entering the room, but was only met with Montehugh’s lackluster self, turning to nod at Daryl with a classification folder in hand.

“Where’s Kandomere?”

“Busy,” he slapped the folder onto the table surface, and that was Ward’s cue to shut the door. “Take a look,”

Daryl opened the folder before he was sat, and a small pile of photos slipped out. The CCTV shots were of poor quality, but enough was legible from the blurs shaped like people and light radiating from their extended arms.

“That’s Tikka,” Ward mumbled, pointing with his pinky. If it hadn’t been for the small blob of lighter color on this fuzzy shapes head, she could’ve gone unidentified.

“Correct,” Montehugh announced, pouring himself coffee. “So who’s the other fucker?”

“The fuck should I know?”

“I’m not asking you,” Montehugh sat before him, a hard exhale coming forth. “Now I’m sure you know what’s about to go down,”

“Haven’t seen or heard shit,” Ward shook his head, carefully overlooking all the photos obtained from the destroyed bazaar. There was something off-putting about the opponent she was clearly battling. It’s form was too unfamiliar, something he couldn’t label as elf or human. Though it appeared to be showing it’s face and arms, it was dark, and no hair seemed to adorn it’s head from what he could make out.

“Could this be an Orc?” Daryl asked.

“Not likely,” he sipped his steaming drink.

“But not impossible?”

“Do you know how rare it is for there to be Orc Brights?” Montehugh laughed.

“Cut the shit- could it be an Orc?” Ward demanded, and the heavyset detective sighed.

“The chances are stacked against that assumption,”

“Regardless. Maybe bringing this to the table and lookin’ for Brights outside of elves and humans would mean this shit could be taken care of sooner,” the officer rattled out accusingly, a clear jab at their lack of success during the weeks this had dragged on.

“You wanna take that sad excuse of a photo out and start interrogating Orcs on the street? Asking to see their wands? Be my fucking guest if you think it’s so simple,”

“It’d be more than whatever the fuck you two are doing. All you’ve told us is we can’t leave the city and that she’s on the loose, so what the fuck are you guys doing?” Ward was sitting forward, his face twisted with rage.

“We’re keeping you fuckers on a short leash in case you two decide to run off with another wand,” Montehugh spat back just as aggressively. “Where the fuck is your Orc?”

“Fuck you-”

“Where?”

Daryl sat back, crossing his arms. “Not here,”

“Get him here. Starting tomorrow you two are taking a leave of absence,”

“The fuck-”

“Shut the fuck up and let me finish,” The red head interjected, raising his hand. Ward had stood angrily, his chair kicked back, and it took a few seconds of audible fuming to get him to back down, still glaring hatefully.

“If you’d bothered to read the report that’s in front of you you’d know that there were spikes in activity,” he flipped a few pages, shoving the report across the table. “And look what neighborhoods they’re moving through,”

Reluctantly, Ward looked it over, but was poor at masking his alarm. The spikes across the map read like sonar, all the recorded battles and wand activity moving in a steady line across LA, directly towards his neighborhood. He tossed it away from him.

“I need to leave with my family,”

“No. You’re both going to stay put, and stay close to home, and not bitch and whine when you have a few extra guests keeping watch outside of your houses,” Monteugh explained slowly, his voice having come down to a reasonable level.

“How’re a bunch of agents gonna protect my family against a wand?” His voice betrayed him. It shook, his eyes downcast; Ward was scared.

“Bright’s aren’t always renegades,”

Ward looked up, repeating that a few times over in his head. MTF proved itself shiftier with every encounter.

“Call Jakoby. He needs to be briefed.” Montehugh instructed, sitting back in his seat.

Daryl pulled his phone out, finding Nick in his call log before keeping the phone’s edge against his temple. “Is this leave of absence paid?”

“That all you care about?”

“Yeah so does my wife and mortgage,” Ward snapped. Why are you so fucking unpleasant…

The line trilled, but only fell to his voicemail. “Not answering,”

“Call again,” Montehugh ordered.

“Cause that always works…” but he still did so, looking at the detective sarcastically when the call went to voicemail once again.

Over and over he tried, even sending a few heated messages, but nothing came of it despite Montehugh’s insistence. It was shortening Ward’s patience everytime he barked out another demand without even looking up from his own tasks, seemingly unbothered by any of this.

“I’m done, he’s not gonna answer,” the phone was slammed down; that probably broke my screen.

Montehugh turned, stirring another cup. “Then go get him,”

It wasn’t actually having to go seek out Nick, it was the manner in which the overweight detective expected him to, and the way he spoke to him, like Ward was a rookie and didn’t know how things were done. That being said, things weren’t done like this.

Still, with a clenched jaw and fingernails that dug into his palm sharply from the force of his tightened fists, Ward left, slamming the door bitterly behind him as he stomped through the busy halls of the precinct. He blew off conversations and hellos, uncaring of who he bumped into.

Before his eyes was a film, and it displayed countless options that all lead back to dire ends.

Ward wanted to scoop his family up and run far away, but he also just wanted to leave by himself if it meant no harm would befall them. He wanted this to be over just as much as he wanted to go back to that night four years ago and let the call pass onto someone else. What he wouldn’t give to let some other chump carry the blood on his hands and this nightmare that had become his life. He’d give anything to go back and never know he’s a Bright.

↠

She could feel her heart thrumming in her ribs as she looked up at the ceiling, her breath coming forth in harsh pants. A dull quake radiated all over, her arms starting to tremble where she supported herself against his thighs that tensed severely under her grip.

“Nick,” she gasped, looking down at his face lined with rapt attention.

“Almost,” he puffed, his hold on her hips brutal.

She glanced behind herself. “You didn’t pause th- ah! You didn’t pause the show!”

“We’ll go back,” he grunted. “Wasn’t that interesting anyways,”

Callie gasped, and he looked up to smile at her purely shocked face. “You said you liked it so far!”

Nick’s thrusting stopped, his mien amiss. “There’s so much talking,” he admitted, his eyes rolling slowly.

“Cause it’s about profiling murderers,”

“They could add in some shootouts or the actual murders or something,”

“You need to get over that CSI is over, chato,” she shook her head, holding his shoulders.

“It was the best-”

“And now it’s over so we’re gonna go back and rewatch this,” she pointed back to the TV. “And you’re not gonna compare them,”

Nick chuffed loudly at her, but she only punched his chest, bracing herself when he scooted down the cushion to continue where he’d left off. A few pumps in, and her head rolled back, his merciless grip returning to her waist.

“It’s so good,” he exhaled, intensifying his momentum. Callie cried out, back arching as he 'punished her pussy'. Pffft, that could get her going again. She’d long since stopped bouncing as dutifully, but her extra weight or stomach didn’t hinder his effectiveness in this position anyway, and adding his heat cycle that had just kicked in a day ago meant there’d be nothing stopping him until he climaxed.

But she was getting sore, as well as her back which already was from a morning of waddling around the house.

“Baby-”

“I’m almost there,” he snarled, his hips snapping upward harshly. She hissed, her face scrunching, but let her head drop back as she moved to hang off his shoulder. He was growling, and she suspected he was also eyeing the next spot he wanted to dig his teeth into. Since that first bite that scarred her breast, he’d taken cautionary nibbles across her body, calculating where he wanted to leave his next mark, and it both excited and terrified her.

Turn-ons aside, it hurt like a bitch.

“Nick I’m tired,” she exhaled, the little energy left in her draining rapidly. “We’re supposed to be Netflix and chilling,”

Nick laughed out then, face in a tight snarl- but also a smile?- as he looked up at her. “That’s exactly what we’re doing,”

Callie rolled her eyes, figuring if she wanted this over with, she’d better put her back into it, or get back into it. With her hands clasped behind his neck, she squatted onto her feet, snapping her hips forcefully. He keened loudly, head suddenly pressing back into the cushions and his thrusts shortening as she took over. “I’m gonna cum-”

The front door swung open, startling Pucca in their room to come running and barking.

“Ni- holy fuck,” Ward bellowed, spinning quickly with a hand sheilding his eyes.

Callie shrieked, her arms crossed over her breasts and falling into Nick’s chest as he carefully pushed her aside and off his lap before spinning in his seat.

“Daryl what the fuck!” Nick hollered, watching him try and push a jumping Pucca down, keeping his eyes covered.

“Fuck I’m sorry, I’m sorry, but you gotta com- you gotta go, we gotta go,” Ward stumbled, already moving out of the house in embarassment. “My bad, Callie,”

The door closed, and Nick understood then. He groaned. Another fucking briefing?

He looked at Callie who was pressed deep into the cushions, a hand over her mouth, and still spread enough to see where he’d once been before.

“Sounds like you need to go,” she cracked, and his brows flattened.

“I didn’t get to finish,”

“Good thing you did three times last night,” she smiled before sitting up to give him a quick kiss, then struggling to stand until Nick offered a hand. She mindfully stepped around him, giggling when his arms circled her thighs to nip playfully at her bare hip. With shaking legs she scooted to the bathroom, leaving him pent up and irritable… and still hard.

Nick exhaled harshly, flinging himself back into the couch. He waited a minute, but the hard-on wasn’t going anywhere. Upon snatching his phone from the ground, he noted the calls from Ward he’d ignored while pounding Callie into oblivion, and instead scrolled until he found his favorite video of them. With a shimmy of his shoulders against the cushions, he took matters into his own hand.

“Don’t forget to call me when you’re done,” Nick kissed into her cheek, grabbing the lunch she handed off.

“I know. Be safe- I love you,” Callie giggled and grunted in his tight embrace, smacking his back when a hand started to venture downwards. “Get outta here,”

“Yeah yeah,” he cracked, one last rub across her stomach before slipping on his Clubmasters and leaving, still quite unsatisfied. There was a lingering heat set in his skin despite the particularly cool day, and it made him all the more irritable. Now having to go in and deal with MTF- ugh.

Ward didn’t look at him once Nick climbed into the cruiser bitterly, but the Orc didn’t budge until his partner finally glanced over, meeting his irritated scowl.

“I’m sorry-”

“Ever heard of knocking?” Nick barked, and Daryl’s hands raised in guilt.

“You didn’t answer my calls,” Ward defended, but Nick only had another sarcastic glare.

“Now you know why,” he grumbled, sitting back in the passenger seat. “What does Kandomere want now?”

“I’ll let them be the ones to spill the beans.” Ward mumbled, pulling out onto the street.

He looked over suspiciously, but didn’t have the patience to question him further. Any little he had left needed to be saved for an encounter with their favorite agent.

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“Leave of absence my ass,” Nick cursed under his breath, folding the papers given to them in angry jerks as they left the briefing room that Montehugh still occupied, just as put-off by the officers as they were of him. “They have witness protection program and hideouts for politicians but they can’t be bothered to let us out of the fucking city ourselves?”

“At least it’s paid, brother,” Ward tried, but he was just as irked.

“Callie isn’t gonna buy accumulated vacation hours as an excuse if we end up sitting around for weeks,”

“Neither will Sher,”

The two both sighed, already exhausted and heading for the lockers.

Truly, the two wished they could look forward to this unknown amount of time they got to spend at home, but keeping a cautious eye out for angry Brights, extra surveillance around their homes and keeping it from their girls was a few things that were too much to be contemplated with ease.

Sergey was already there, smoothing down the velcro flaps of his vest against his ribs when he spotted the disgruntled officers trudging in.

“Bad day before it’s started?” the rookie asked, and Nick only grumbled, having to re-enter his locker combination a few times in his impatience. A couple whiffs when he had walked by told him everything, and Sergey’s nose scrunched. “That time of the month, ha?”

Nick glanced at the young Orc cheerily looping his belt around himself, but now avoiding his glower.

It hadn’t occurred to Nick that his leave of absence would put him in the hands of another officers patrol, and not many of them had warmed up to his presence yet. It unsettled him further; what if he was stuck with one of the particularly crueler officers? Imagining them trying to frame Sergey for something outlandish wasn’t outlandish itself- it had almost happened to Nick, who says it couldn’t happen to the young one?

“Malinka,” Nick started after pulling his jacket off. “Starting tomorrow I’m going on an extended… vacation, which means you’re gonna be partnered with someone else,”

“Lucky man,” Sergey grinned; clearly he didn’t understand the gravity of Nick’s words yet. “Now I won’t be able to steal pieces of your lunch,”

“Sergey, pay attention,” Nick snapped quietly, stepping over as he buttoned his uniform. Sergey looked up, humor draining from his face. “You know how people here can be. They’re no different from the bastards on the outside, but here they have power. Do everything by the books while I’m gone. Don’t put yourself into a situation they can use against you,”

“That won’t happen,” Sergey tried, but Nick shook his head, silencing him.

“It can happen, though. What have I always told you?”

“Keep my temper even and make sure I go home to Dura,”

“Don’t forget any of that, you hear? They won’t treat you the same without me here,” Nick added, and the young one nodded, his curiosity peaking at the sudden concern coming forth.

“Everything okay old man?”

Nick scoffed, hitting his shoulder as he turned back to his locker. “Just keeping an eye out for you,” he answered without looking, but it wasn’t just that. The thought of something dire happening to Sergey troubled him tremendously. The guilt that would inevitably befall him would surely be crushing if it was announced that he’d been injured or accused of partaking in something based on Clan Law like Nick had been.

“Maybe I’ll do so well they’ll give me my own patrol early,” Sergey cracked, giving a wide, toothy grin that made Nick’s eyes roll.

“Yeah, maybe.”

↠

“Woah shit,” Callie cursed under her breath, steadying herself against the truck door after sliding down the seat. A hand remained on her impressive baby bulge as she waited for the dizzy rush to subside, blinking away the color storm before her eyes.

A gentle shake of her head seemed to toss away the last of that one, and she grunted, stretching sideways over the high drivers seat to grab her purse and book from the center console before swinging the heavy door closed and locking Nick’s big Dodge Ram. With a hard puff and slipping her bag over her shoulder, she set to waddling through the parking lot, pulling her long hair up when she started to heat up a couple minutes into the trek to the entrance of the high risk clinic.

Pregnant woman in every shape and size all exchanged kind and understanding smiles with her as she made her way through the lobby, almost all of them fanning their faces with another hand at the bend of their miserable backs.

She boarded the elevator with another woman that had a little one already in tow alongside her late term belly, dropped low and looking as if she couple pop any day. The thin woman pushed her pretty red locks off her shoulder, smiling down at the little girl who’s curly hair matched her mothers, but hid behind her arm when Callie smiled at her.

“Hi,” the little one piped.

“Hola hermosa,” Callie said softly. “She’s too cute,”

“Thanks, lucky for me she’s sweet too otherwise I don’t know if I could handle another,” her mother chuckled, her raspy voice reminding her of Rosie. “How far along are you?”

“20 weeks,”

“Second?”

“First,” Callie grinned, and the woman's brows perked up.

“Big for 20 weeks,” she observed. “Husband an Orc or something?”

Callie swallowed. “He’s also like 2 heads taller than me,”

The woman pulled air through her teeth, wincing. “Have fun pushing that one out,”

The tension in Callie’s shoulders eased; revealing she was carrying an Orcs child was always a hit or miss, and thankfully this time the stranger had been kind and uncaring enough to not lecture or damn her. The elevator opened, and the woman tugged her pretty daughter along gently.

“Have a nice day.” she called back to Callie, who in turn waved to the little one waving shyly.

The heavy doors slid shut, and she pressed her floor again, grinning to herself.

“Husband,” she said lowly, rubbing her stomach affectionately. “Think daddy will lose his mind if I start calling him that?” she questioned silently, but the insistent kicker that kept her up at night was slumbering, at least until she sat down somewhere.

When she finally came to her floor, Callie wandered down the lonesome hallway, turning here and there before strolling into the waiting room. The plush seats were a welcome relief after waiting a bit for someone to come up to the counter, and after setting her bag and book down and crossing her knees with some difficulty, she went about filling out the extensive paperwork.

Halfling forms were vastly different from normal check-up sheets, according to Rosie who’d accompanied her once before. They wanted to know about Nick just as much as her, right down to his overall physical condition.

It bugged her some once comparing these to normal human pregnancy forms; the numerous and sometimes oddly specific questions carried closely to that of questions you’d expect to see on breeding forms for animals then it did for a mother bringing life into the world.

Regardless, she filled it all out, having memorized everything about Nick so she didn’t have to bother him while he was working.

“Flores?”

She nearly dropped her clipboard in her haste to rise awkwardly and grab her belongings once called.

Callie almost couldn’t bare to look down at the scale after she kicked off her sandals, but still did, groaning when a few more pounds had appeared.

“When does the gaining stop?” she whined, stepping off the scale.

“When you pop ‘em out.”

Her heels bounced softly off the examination table, looking down at the coflex tape holding the gauze in place after the blood draw, also eyeing the cookies and juice they’d given to compensate.

Eat the banana in your purse instead, you cow.

A soft knock at the door drew her attention, and in walked Dr. Sangiu, her luscious coils pulled back into a sleek bun.

“Afternoon Miss Flores, how are we feeling today?” she asked cheerfully, pulling in an ultrasound machine behind herself.

“A little deflated after that blood draw,” Callie cracked, and her doctor grinned guiltily.

“I apologize for that, but how about we take a look at that baby?” she asked, and Callie perked up. All other tests and pokes could be forgotten if it meant she got a small glimpse of their tiny life every week.

“Do I have to have another transvaginal one?” Callie asked, accepting Dr. Sangui’s hand in lowering her back onto the examination bed.

“Every week, I’m afraid,” she answered, stepping to turn the lights off and jerking the probe jelly downwards before wiggling some onto Callie’s stomach. She went on to ask her the usual round of questions; how she was feeling, any bleeding, the usual. “Remind me how far along we are?”

“20 weeks,” Callie answered, fixing the tissue over her lap and crossing her ankles.

“So you should be well over feeling kicks by now. Developed your linea nigra I see,” she followed the dark line down her stomach with her finger.

“Cocoa butter only lightened it,”

“That’s common, actually. Okay let’s see how we’re doing,”

It took only a few twists of the probe against her slippery stomach to find the baby, who as it turns out was just starting to wake from its afternoon nap.

“Still upright, that’s good. Look at that big yawn,” her doctor smiled, holding the probe still so Callie could see it’s little mouth open, and even the fuzzy definition of a tongue before it wiggled it’s small hands before it’s face.

“Nick would’ve killed to see that,” Callie whined lovingly, arms beneath her head and watching her nudger swirl and wiggle. “Still growing fast?”

Dr. Sangiu nodded, fingers flying over the keys to take shots and measurements. “Rounding out at a little over a pound and almost a foot long. Impressive size for this little guy at only 20 weeks,” she grinned, more tapping over the keys.

Callie smiled, but then realization dawned on her, and she looked to the screen. “Little guy?”

Immediately, the doctors hand flew over her mouth, motionless a moment as she stared at Callie. “I am- I am so sorry, I’ve never made that mistake in my 8 years of practice,”

But Callie’s eyes were still glued to the screen, no readable expression across her placid brows or lips.

“Miss Flores-”

“Can I see?”

She stuttered a moment, before saying, “Of course!” and moving back to the machine.

It took some clever pressing and turns of the probe, but eventually they found the baby’s little butt and moved up where she pointed and explained the anatomy. “You’ve got a baby boy on the way,” she still smiled, reserved that was.

Callie’s big eyes welled, and she fought the tremble in her bottom lip she hid behind her fingertips as a torrent of excitement overtook her alongside bounding love she hadn’t experienced so strongly until that moment. All this time she’d tread cautiously around her own pregnancy, only allowing small moments of daydreaming here and there, but now knowing they were expecting a Leo had her hands covering her face, hiding a teary, beaming smile.

“Please accept my deepest apologies Callie, I truly-”

“No, no,” Callie sniffled, wiping her eyes. “Please don’t be sorry. We were close to buckling anyways,” she laughed. “I’m just excited,”

“I’m still so sorry. I can’t believe I did that,” the graceful doctor mumbled to herself, continuing on with the ultrasound.

“Does he look good?” Callie asked, and she nodded encouragingly.

“Still growing like an Orc, right along with the projections estimated,” she explained, but Callie noted the concern in her tone. “Let’s sit you up,”

Stiffly she sat upright, wiping her stomach with her eyes kept on Dr. Sangui as she moved the machine aside and grabbed for her chart to sit in the stool before her.

“Do you remember your appointment a few weeks back when we spoke about the baby growing to full term before your body is ready?” she asked. Callie nodded. “Based on my projections and your ultrasounds, I’d expect your little boy to be ready to pop at about 34 weeks,”

“Not too early,” Callie figured. Still enough time to get the rest of the furniture.

“That’s not what I’m concerned about. He’s also a very big baby- I wouldn’t be surprised if he was easily a 10 pounder at birth or bigger, and if your body doesn’t happen to be in sync when he’s ready, a vaginal delivery could be extremely risky for a baby that big going over it’s due date,”

Her heart dropped into her gut. “Risky how?” Callie asked, a little forlornly.

“He could become stuck in your pelvis leading to suffocation, or you could hemorrhage seeing as your uterine wall is already thin and full of scar tissue. I’d even recommend an episiotomy to prevent tissue from tearing,” she went on, but clasped her hands before herself. “But right now, we need to discuss a plan of action to avoid all of that if your body isn’t ready for labor by the time he is,”

“What would that be?” the expectant mother asked hesitantly.

“If you’ve not started labor shortly after 34 weeks, I’d like to induce you, but have an OR on standby in case you need a cesarean,”

“That fast? It wouldn’t even be okay for him to cook a week more?”

“At the rate he grows, it could be the difference between a generally smooth labor or an extremely difficult one; one which we wouldn’t know the outcome for either of you,”

Callie looked away, trying to make sense of it all. “What if I refused this?”

“You could be putting yourself and your sons life in danger if it came to that,” she answered bluntly.

Your son.

My son.

It put things into perspective a little better. What she carried inside wasn’t just a baby, but her child- her son. Their son.

Nick would be furious if she so easily refused the doctors advice and put her and their son at risk after all they’d gone through, simply because she had something more ideal in mind.

“I’m sorry to have to burden you with this,” Dr. Sangui redressed, but Callie shook her head and waved away her apology.

“It’s just a little scary,”

“Remember that this is a back-up plan. There’s just as much a chance your body will do everything it needs to and you’ll have the delivery you want, so we’ll deal with that when we get to it, yes?” she grinned, the gentle squeeze of her hand around Callie’s comforting.

Surely she wouldn’t shake the overall worry until she had him in her arms no matter what delivery befell her, but for that moment, she was okay with her doctors reassurance.

“Have you started feeling Braxton Hicks yet?”

Callie blinked from her daze. “Yeah, but they’re completely random,”

“Good, we want them to stay irregular, and it means your body is well aware of what’s going on if it’s doing test runs,” she explained.

“They freak Nick out,” she grinned, and Dr. Sangui laughed.

“Wait until labor starts, he’ll be spinning. Okay,” another pat her on hand before she wheeled away. “Time for the other ultrasound,”

Trying to withhold her groan was useless as she scooted down the table and fixed the thin tissue covering her lap.

“Do you have any names picked out?” Dr. Sangui asked as she lifted the stirrups.

“We do for a boy, actually,” Callie grinned, laying back.

“Oh let’s hear it,” the elegant woman piped, snapping new gloves on.

She cleared her throat in hopes her voice wouldn’t waver when she tenderly said, “Leonardo.”

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The door swung open wildly, and Callie stumbled through without spilling her Jamba Juice and kimchi stew take-out, or her purse that had plummeted from her shoulder and into the crook of her arm. Her phone still rang wildly in her purse, but trying to shove the door closed with her foot and ward off a jumping Pucca was near impossible.

“Parra de brincar!” she snapped, and Pucca dropped her head, staring up sadly with pretty almond eyes. It took some close calls and almost throwing her smoothie, but finally she emptied her arms enough to angrily yank her phone out and answer in time.

“Hey baby,” she exhaled, leaning against the counter. Trying to steady her breath with a baby attached was like trying to inhale with someone sitting on her back.

“You alright?” Nick asked anxiously.

“Yeah, almost dropped my dinner and crushed Pucca but I’m good,” Callie smiled, pinching the phone between her cheek and shoulder. “How’s work?”

“Pfft forget that, how’d the appointment go?” he asked in laughter, and Callie tensed up. She fought not to scream it at him.

“It was good, everything is going good so far,” her voice was still bubbly.

“Yeah? How’s the baby growing?”

“Yeah, about that,” she started.

“Oh fuck what?” he panicked.

“No calm down, everything is okay. My doctor thinks I’ll be full term by 34 weeks, not the full 40,”

“Oh. That’s definitely sooner,” he paused, and she could hear him counting under his breath. “That’s only 3 months away, holy shit. What’s the due date?”

“July 21st. She also said that if I don’t basically go into labor myself at 34 weeks, she wants to induce me,”

“That fast?” he asked, and she ‘mhm-ed’. “Is she that worried about the labor?”

“She is. She said L-” oh, that was close. “That the baby could get stuck or I could hemorrhage,”

“Well fuck,” Nick sighed. “Fuck, baby,”

“That’s just a back-up plan. I’m gonna do everything I can to push this thing outta me on my own, without a bunch of meds,” Callie said firmly, confidently, placing her Jamba Juice down hotly.

“When do you have to make a decision?”

“No- I don’t. It’s a back-up plan, in case something happens. Either way I don’t have much of a choice anyways. If I didn’t accept the help if it came to that, it could kill us both,”

“Jesus christ-”

“But that’s not happening, okay? So far everything is growing good and going good,” Callie affirmed, but could hear him sigh, and could just see him running his hand over his head; it was his nervous tick. “I got more ultrasounds. Got to see it yawn today too, it was so cute,”

“Of course I miss the good stuff. My little girl look anything like me yet?” he played, and Callie bit her bottom lip when she smiled, holding the phone against her chest a moment.

The shaky breath she took did nothing to calm her thumping heart.

“About that-”

She could tell Nick was away from the phone when she heard him talking, and then the distinct shrill of the sirens from over the phone also. “Yeah, this one- yeah that. Cal I gotta go, but I’ll call soon, yeah?” he asked.

“Yeah of course, be safe,” she grinned.

“Yep, love you,” he returned.

“I love you, bye.” she wiggled her phone into her hand, ending the call and Nick’s photo of a Snapchat cat filter over him while he slept faded from her screen.

She placed her phone down, going back to the takeout that had been knocked around quite a bit.

“When do you think I should tell him?” she asked out loud, but in a hushed tone, glancing down at her stomach. She’d felt the swirls start some time ago, after a few words passed between her and Nick that had stayed active, stirring further when her stomach growled.

“Do you think daddy would be upset to find out even though he wasn’t there?” she asked, giggling. “Nah, he’ll be excited no matter what. I can rub it in his face a little, too,”

Everyone’s face, actually.

Pucca’s head tilted side to side, listening intently to Callie’s soft words.

“My little Leo,” lovingly she declared, her cheeks starting to ache from the constant smile plastered across her face. “We’ll tell him when he gets home.”

With her food sorted and ready, Callie moved from the kitchen to change, but Pucca’s typical trotting beside her stopped abruptly when she looked at the door, her ears pointed forward. Low, half barks started bubbling from her, and she even moved closer, her tail wagging slowly.

Callie glanced back before moving down the hall. “Don’t you start.”

Her fist raised several times, her fingers resituating in her palm, but Tikka couldn’t bring herself to knock on the front door. Weeks of failed attempts and trying to find Ward on her own had brought her to this, her only cover being the dark of night and a wide hood over her platinum locks and pointed ears, but that wouldn’t work for long in a neighborhood like this; she was too out of place. She was at her wits end and still incredibly reluctant to involve Nick, but she didn’t know what else to do.

She looked down as her hand dropped, the other pinching the bridge of her nose.

Why was this so hard?

Again her fist lifted, but all she could muster was her hand rested on the door, her head hung. The conflicts in her heart and mind battled relentlessly. It exhausted her, leaving her desiring a full night's rest more than anything.

A few low barks from the other side of the door made her flinch back, stanced and ready to bolt.

“Don’t you start.” She heard a female voice say from inside, the barks heightening when Tikka stepped back quietly.

His wife… what if he’s not even home?

That doubt alone was enough to draw her away from the door, across the front yard and walking briskly down the sidewalk. She drew her hands into her pockets, her hood still drawn over head. With one option left, she started to reason with herself.

This last ditch effort could end only 2 ways: she could finally find Ward, or she’d be taken in by MTF, leaving Fero, and an unleashed Makhel to set LA ablaze, eventually uncovering the last of the Bright’s whereabouts and ending them. Still, these were met with more uncertainty. Anything could happen, or worsen. But with little advancements in the passing weeks, drastic measures needed to be taken if there was any chance left at stopping him.

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“Do you got ‘em all?” Nick asked, his grip tightening around the arm of the vivacious teen they’d arrested that kept trying to jerk away. Nick scoffed, taunting, “Do you think you’re gonna run out of here?”

“Yeah- meet you at the pumps?” Sergey asked, and Nick nodded, walking into the station with the cursing teen who he could’ve easily picked up by the ankle and carried.

The rookie didn’t envy Nick. Intakes were the dull part of the process, and he’d already lost his cool once trying to cuff that little shithead, resulting in a serious reprimand from Nick about not becoming one of the cops that let anger turn an easy arrest into next mornings newest scandal about the LAPD. Sergey chuffed, climbing back into the cruiser and swinging it around the few confusing turns to the back corner of the precinct where their gas pumps were stationed.

Empty that night after another cruiser took off, and Sergey still waved despite the officer behind the wheel ignoring him. He did so more to bug them than actually expecting a return gesture.

With the cruiser parked and tank filling after roaming around on empty a while, he leaned against its side, looking down at his phone that had a few messages from Dura he’d not been able to answer a few hours prior. He chuckled; her paranoia when he didn’t answer promptly was cute.

Quick clopping of heels pulled his attention up, and he quickly found the hooded figure moving a little conspicuously around the cruisers, her hands shoved into the pockets of the elegant trench coat she wore.

“Are you lost, ma’am?” Sergey called out kindly.

The rate at which she spun made him flinch, nearly dropping his phone, but by the time he’d gathered himself, a glowing, humming wand was pointed right at him.

“Don’t,” the blue eyed girl snapped when he reached for his gun, the wand warbling louder in her hold.

Sergey struggled to calm the pulse thundering in his ears, his palms turned up and trembling.

Everything he’d been taught about de-escalation techniques had flown from his mind in the wake of panic, his mouth running drier than his confidence. Add in a Bright to the equation, he was downright terrified. He’d heard rumor of ‘trigger’ happy wand wavers and their ruthlessness; how was he gonna get out of this one?

“Where’s Jakoby?” she asked, but Sergy didn’t know how to answer.

“Not here,” he forced out, and she took an intimidating step towards him.

“Where!?”

“He- he’s booking someone!” Sergey’s back hit the cruiser.

She looked around fleetingly, her fingers adjusting and tightening around the wand, a few side to side shuffles showing she wasn’t entirely confident in her actions, either. During one long look over their surroundings, he let his hand rest on his gun, and thankfully she didn’t notice when glaring back at him.

“Call him,” she ordered. “Call him!”

Inwardly he cursed himself for flinching, slowly reaching for his shoulder walkie.

“Jakoby, can you come to the pumps ASAP?” he spoke as evenly as possible, but also hoped his tone was enough to bring his partner to them quickly before this woman decided she didn’t need him anymore.

“Gimme a few minutes kid,” the radio sounded, and both of them showed clear annoyance with his response.

But it also got Sergey thinking that it might’ve been enough time for someone else to come along and at least scare her off.

Keep your temper even and go home to Dura.

“Maybe I can help you with what you need,” Sergey tried, but her expression was unmoving, as was the creaking wand.

“No. Not you,” she ground out, but he still caught her accent, which brought together the alarming brightness of her eyes.

He took a few low inhales, but couldn’t hide the scrunching of his nose. He hated how elves smelled. All of them sickly sweet; it leaked from their pores so pungently.

“If you’re looking for an Officer I can assure you I can help-”

“I said not you!” she screamed, her voice breaking.

“Tikka!”

Nick knew it was her before she even spun to face him. This had been long awaited, no matter how much he wanted to avoid or deny the possibility of ever seeing her again. His heart plummeted into his stomach, his eyes meeting Sergey’s fleetingly.

“Jakoby,” she whimpered, face tightening with restraint. “Where’s Ward?”

“What’re you doing here Tikka?” Nick asked, his voice brought down to a plea as he approached her, his hands held up with the wand still pointed at him.

“It doesn’t concern you,” she wavered.

“You broke into my truck-”

“Where is he!?” she demanded, and when Nick’s eyes flew behind her, she again spun.

“Sergey!” Nick yelled, but he’d already drawn his gun and pointed, but bullets were no match against magic. The attack wasn’t as loud as it was powerful, so much that Nick felt the kick-back from the blast after the concentrated, vibrating sphere of force hit the rookie at the center of his chest, throwing him back against the cruiser effortlessly.

The wand pointed back to Nick, meeting his own raised glock, but he was having trouble telling if he could see Sergey breathing on the ground, his gun still in hand, otherwise motionless.

Nick struggled to control his ragged breathing, ire shooting to every ending of his body. Get up, Sergey. Get up.

Tikka’s hood had blown back, and he could finally see her entirely. What he could guess was years of hardship showed evident on her still youthful face, but the light in her eyes had dulled considerably since seeing her all that time ago.

They stood, armed and ready to fire, but both unwilling.

“Just tell me where he is,” she begged, her face sorrowing.

“I can’t,” Nick’s tone was desperate, but his aim was steady.

“Tell me! I can’t be here!”

“Then go! Get out of here, just leave!”

“No! I need him! I’ve been trying to find you all day now just tell me where Ward is!” she yelled, both hands moving to the wand. Don’t make me do this.

Nick’s ears twitched, his eyes narrowing. “Where have you-”

“Answer me! I’m being followed I can’t stay here!”

His blood ran cold, his gun dropping to his side as he stepped forward, uncaring of the shrill ringing of the wand that was only inches from his chest. “Have you been to my home?”

“Jakoby please-”

“Have you!?” he hollered, and she flinched.

“I was only there a moment-”

Nick didn’t wait to hear anymore. He spun on his heel while his gun was holstered, ripping the walkie off his shoulder and tossing aside the one from his belt. Everything was forgotten, his thoughts tunneling; he had to get home immediately. Fuck the leave of absence tomorrow or reporting to Kandomere- fuck Tikka. If she’d just compromised Callie’s safety, it was best he wasn’t around her. He couldn’t guarantee he wouldn’t lash out with all the anger that’d built over the weeks if he still stayed back there.

He hadn’t smelled blood from Sergey upon leaving, and desperately hoped he was alive.

He could feel panic coursing through him as he ran to his truck, throwing himself into the driver's seat.

The engine turned hotly, but he wasn’t prepared for Tikka to be gracefully slipping into the passenger seat just as he’d started to back-up.

“Get out,” he snapped.

“No-”

“GET OUT!” he bellowed, his head shaking with rage.

“If he’s there you’re going to need me!” she bit back just as viciously, and with confusion, and great reluctance, he went on to whip the truck wildly in reverse before the tires screeched across the pavement out of the parking lot.

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Her tongue was pinched between her teeth, carefully and delicately, for the 8th time, writing Leo’s full name across another sticky note she planned to stick besides the one on the door that would be his room. Callie still wasn’t totally satisfied with her poor handwriting, but it was the best of the bunch so far.

“That looks good, right?” she asked Pucca, holding it before her. The merle pit sniffed diligently, but lost interest when there was no treats hidden in her palms. “It looks decent at best, huh?” she went on, inspecting it closer.

“Do you think he’ll even notice?” she also asked, but Pucca had trotted from the table to paw at her chew toy stuck under the couch, leaving Callie before a small pile of crumpled sticky notes and a mess of colored pens littered across the tables surface.

Leo somersaulted, and she could imagine his impatience growing to be rocked again since she’d first sat at the table an hour ago to put together the little surprise.

“Calmase, Leo,” she pleaded, sitting straighter. It felt like he was trying to stand up inside her stomach. Still, she couldn’t help smiling every time his name made it past her lips. She’d only dared saying it a few times since that appointment, more so not to antagonize her own dark thoughts that kept reminding her: something could still go wrong.

A loud, vicious bark from Pucca turned Callie with a hand against her chest, finding the pitbull stood beside the couch, her head in line with her spine and ears perked forward, staring at the door.

“You know you’re gonna have to get over you obsession with opossums by the time Leo gets here,” Callie rolled her eyes, but then she noted the fur standing on her back, and the rippling, low growls emitting from her. Callie glanced at the door.

“Pucca?” she said softer, standing. “What is it mija?”

Even when Callie leaned over to pat her side, Pucca continued growling, her lips pulled back over her impressive rows of sharp teeth.

There was a harsh shuffle outside the door, and Callie flinched as Pucca lurched forward, barking wildly.

Dread flooded her, as well as recollections of her past attack flying before her eyes.

Of burning light coming in through a broken door, and the stinging pull of tape around her wrists while shattering blows struck her head. She could still recall the agonizing pain in her stomach, and the moment the doctors told her she’d miscarried.

Her head felt light, her breathing rapid with her hand clutching her stomach.

No, not again.

A small wave of energy swam through the home, and everything around her went dark. TV, lights- even her phone on the table she'd been listening to music on, it all turned off.

“Pucca, Pucca! C’mon!” she hissed, moving back towards the hall as a low glow started to shine through the cracks of the front door. Her brows furrowed, her back hitting the entrance to the hallway.

When a loud whirring sounded from outside, Callie bolted, swinging around the doorframe to their room just as the door flung open with a thundering boom, bouncing harshly against the wall as wood splinters and smoke billowed in from outside.

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Uh-oh. 

[mellz117]

Hello all and welcome to part 4 of my playthrough of KH2 on the PS2. If you haven't seen the previous entries please go do that.

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To recap: The Wonders of Twilight Town are boring as hell. We spoke to Namine again, Roxas finally realizes his life this week is a lie and starts to remember his life in the Organization. DiZ is racist against Nobodies but we already knew that. Roxas and Axel fight, I wanted to cry. Roxas meets Sora in his sleeping pod before disappearing, I wanted to cry.

And the adventure continues

I wanna know how Sora wakes up in the real world when Roxas merges with him in the virtual one. How in CoM does Sora go to sleep in Castle Oblivion, the whole-ass chamber and then some get transferred to Twilight Town, Roxas meets him in a virtual version of the mansion, and Sora wakes up in the real mansion in KH2? Nomura please explain this series. Is Final Fantasy ever this convoluted?

Donald and Goofy call out to Sora and we're once again reminded this is a Disney game. I don’t know why but the fact that Disney owns the original Kingdom Hearts characters bothers me. It means, unless DISNEY gives the OK, Sora will never be in Smash Bros. and that makes me sad.

I don't know much about comas but after a year of total inactivity, wouldn't your muscles atrophy like, A BUNCH? At least is wasn’t 7... OR VENTUS WITH A WHOLE DECADE WTF?

Again WHY COULDN'T JIMINY JUST KEEP EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED IN CHAIN OF MEMORIES WRITTEN DOWN IN HIS JOURNAL INSTEAD OF A CRYPTIC MEMO TO THANK NAMINE?

The trinity trio wanders out of the mansion, loot some chests, and find their way to the back alleys of town.

Hayner is rude RIGHT outta the gate, wow. Ok I remember that Pence actually met Roxas in Days, and so to me he seems to recognize Sora through his memories of Roxas despite the two sharing like, one visual similarly: blue eyes. But KH3 to my understanding reveals that the virtual versions of characters affect the real version so I dunno!! WHAT IS THIS SERIES?

"Have you finished the summer homework yet?" Olette asks Sora and his two ANIMAL COMPANIONS as if seeing two anthropomorphic animals is fucking normal in a town comprised entirely of humans and exactly one moogle.

Sora doesn't have any homework. For over a year he's been away from home and his mom couldn't make him go to school. I wonder how she's doing? Does she miss her son? Kingdom Hearts and parents don't gel.

I like how.. When Pence describes this cloaked figure who was looking for the trinity trio, as having big, round ears, they have to think about who it could possibly be. They’re not too bright.

Why is “sofa” capitalized? Also they weren't even sitting on it, neither of them were!

HAYNER IS A RUDE BOY! He tells us so ask Seifer about the town, as we are new. Bruh, if you’re this rude to us I’m sure how much worse Seifer and his posse are.

Seifer is immediately confrontational. “You here to pick a fight with us?” and Sora’s all like “No, we’re new here.” and DONALD FUCKING DUCK! INSULTS SEIFER AND NOW EVERYONE’S READY TO THROW DOWN! THANKS TO THIS DUMB FUCK DUCK!

But thank Christ big chungus appears out of nowhere and stops the children and two adult furries from causing a scene.

This dude is WAY too into the Struggle tournament. Seifer has an unwanted faaaaan! Bro, go away, you’re creeping on a teenager.

I wanna fight Seifer.

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I'm not working on this like I should be. I'm going on vacation soon and since we're all in quarantine I can't really do anything fun so this is the opportune time to catch up.

Moving on! We make our way to the train station and oh no, we're ambushed by Dusks! Because of COURSE we are. Who could've seen THAT coming? /s

I- I like how, even after hearing his voice, and seeing his fucking mousey silhouette, the gang STILL might not be sure this is their stupid rat king. One brain cell between the three of them, I swear, and Goofy is the primary carrier, and it only sometimes works.

Why do we need to purchase tickets to travel on a magical train embarking to an ethereal plane of existence? I guess it's the principal of it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I HAVE A MIGHTY NEED TO HUG THIS BOY. LOOK, HE'S CRYING!

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Pence is so cute. I didn't care much for him when I was younger but he's such a cutie. 

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I HAVE A MIGHTY NEED TO HUG THIS BOY. LOOK, HE'S SAD!

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It's fat cat Pete. For like ever, I had no idea he was a cat. Wonder what Maleficent saw in him to ally with him.

The trinity trio laughing about killing (or at least taking part in killing) Maleficent. "She's toast!" this sure is early 2000's dialogue...

Heartless everywhere! "You mean the worlds aren't at peace after all" well, no sweetie. It takes time for things to recover from horrible events. *looks at current state of the real world*

So like, I had no idea Yen Sid was a Keyblade warrior??? I had read about that in his Wiki page when I googled if any Keyblade warriors were left handed. (Ven might be, but more likely ambidextrous) But I guess being Mickey's teacher would imply his Keyblade wielder roots but whatever, I didn't pay attention when I was a teenager.

Yen Sid's decor is baffling. What are these bookshelves? What are these BOOKS? They're huge!

Good on Yen Sid for using singular “they” pronouns in 2005.

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On to our change of wardrobe. Without a doubt Sora's best look in the whole series, in my humble opinion. Lookit my handsome boy. 

And Sora learns about drive forms, blah, blah, blah, powerful forms, gotta sacrifice something like in Duel Monsters, in this case an ally.

Yen Sid is so boring.

All seriousness and tension is just broken as soon as Goofy’s name is uttered, at least Sora and Donald have normal names wtf.

It’s interesting how like, 15 years later, Union X explains how Maleficent was able to return after her defeat. Something about, as long as someone from your original time remembers you and you have a physical object to represent you you’re able to basically some back from the dead. Right? Am I right on that? I haven’t played it but I’m hanging by a thread on this loop.

Sora’s hard work down the drain...

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Hollow Bastion! And of course there’s trouble. Heartless, Nobodies, and Yuffie, oh my!

A problem sequels have to work around is when the protagonist needs to relearn their abilities. KH does a well and good job with this one. In CoM, it’s a different battle style, in KH2 Sora’s been asleep for a hear prior.

Also, Merlin “leant” Sora some magic spells? How does that work? Like, once you learn it you can’t just... give that knowledge back...?

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How old is Leon? He has no right being this pretty.

Another ambush by Nobodies. Give it a rest, would ya? Battle ensues, Leon deals the final blow against an enemy, and as the camera usually does, zooms in on the victor and we get a nice slow-mo crotch shot of Leon. Thanks, game... Then, Xemnas’s very sexy, very manly voice echoes across town and the organization appears before our protagonists. I’m weak.

Demyx’s laugh, dude. I love it. Sora is ready to throw hands with anyone in his way. Honey, you’re barely out of a magic coma and this dude is like, two whole feet taller than you. Not to mention very fit.

I’m done thirsting over Xemnas...

After a few taunting words, the new villains depart, Donald attempts to give chase somehow? Where you gonna go? They disappeared behind dark corridors. It seems Goofy is still holding onto that shared brain cell.

The Bastard

I like the majority of the Organization. Xigbar is definitely one of my favorites based on this next scene alone. He’s so snarky and full of shit. I love it. He’s great. He was definitely a stoner at some point.

I’m confused though. “He used to give me that same exact look!” the Wiki says Xigbar’s talking about Ven but I always thought he was referring to Roxas? Did Braig and Ven have a history? That’s implied in Days (which released before BbS) IDK dude. I’m surprised I’ve gone this long without spoiling myself too much on BbS. Like, a few story beats here and there but a lot of it isn’t gonna be known until I play it.

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The dialogue for KH2 was so different from the first game. It dates itself so much in comparison.

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Xiggy stands like this for 7 whole seconds parting with a condescending “Be a good boy now!” before disappearing. I love this fucker.

Leon, who’s been sitting on the sidelines this whole time, joins Sora and the others after the real threat is gone. We chitchat for a little bit and say our goodbyes. It’s time to leave this place and move on to one of two available worlds.

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At the Beast's Castle. After fighting a hoard of Shadows, the least intimidating enemy in the series (although the demon tower in kh3 is quite frightening nlg), the Beast himself makes his appearance, takes out the Heartless that suddenly stop multiplying upon his arrival, disgracefully shoves his supposed friends aside, and takes his precious rose to the west wing, which is where it SHOULD HAVE BEEN IN THE FIRST PLACE. ADAM WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!

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No joke one of the funniest actual gags in the whole series is:

*Donald Duck manhandling Cogsworth*

Cut to Sora saying "I'm glad you're OK." to Lumiere

……………………………………………………………………………………………

OK the minigame where you gotta light the magic torches, why do we have to make sure Cogsworth  has enough strength to keep the lever down when we have two perfectly capable companions that can hold it down instead? I remember this sequence being a lot more annoying when I was a teen.

Xaldin's voice makes me feel things. Ahhh he sounds so tired lol. He peaces out and we fight the Beast. I remember getting him to calm down being harder.

"Xaldin used my anger to control me!" Says Beast. He angers very easily so this must have been a cinch. Xaldin's been obsessed with him since Days so I would imagine this intel would come in handy.

More fodder to fight and on to the boss. Phase one is just an angrier version of the Darkball Heartless. Phase two is just skinny Ganon. I like its design though.

“Belle, I’m sorry. I wasn’t myself, being all rude and overall kind of a jackass to you and my servants” Except that’s kinda how you’ve always been lmao. Just because you couldn’t choose not to be an ass here doesn’t change that this IS in character. Still gotta work on that a bit.

“You don’t have to apologize” No, no he still does.

They all reconcile and the Trinity Trio departs until Xaldin shows up again to wreak more havoc.

Time to move on to the next world.

[kob131]

https://explodingcarr0t.tumblr.com/post/184627041304/does-anyone-actually-know-how-aura-works

Well this guys been running ramphant. Time to correct that.

At this point, I don’t even think CRWBY knows.

World of Remnant: Auras are passive

Volume 5: “You forgot to activate your aura.”

Volume 3 and WoR: Semblances can be used with no aura.

Volume 5 and Volume 6: Semblance stops once aura is out.

Volume 1-3: No effect when aura breaks

Volume 4: Effect when aura breaks

Volume 5 and Volume 6: Effect when aura breaks OR is damaged

Volume 1: ‘Why didn’t you active your Aura Jaune?’

Volume 5: “Activating your aura becomes like breathing.’

Ass for the rest...

That’s like saying glass should have broken because it was cracked. 

https://explodingcarr0t.tumblr.com/post/184762028304/even-amity-arena-kept-adam-the-way-he-was

So we’re just gonna ignore how the card directly correlates with how Blake talked about Adam in Volume 5?

Or is this you admitting that you’re just a whiny bitch?

https://explodingcarr0t.tumblr.com/post/184797791004/the-main-reasons-why-im-gonna-watch-volume-7

Go right ahead. I’ll just be here, using your memes to mock you. Keep going, village idiot.

https://explodingcarr0t.tumblr.com/post/184807139889/i-wont-be-surprised-if-blake-and-yang-killing

Yeah and you fuckers said that about Pyrrha, Yang’s PTSD, Raven, Jaune, Weiss’ racism and so on. After awhile you just become that one guy raving about the end of the world on the street corner.

Except that guy has the excuse of drugs and depression. You’re just a salty bitch.

https://explodingcarr0t.tumblr.com/post/184864730899/so-it-shows-adam-and-blakes-hand-both-reaching

https://youtu.be/PPn4JqjJSBw?t=153

Hm, if RT are incompetent at writing and they’re able to call out your bullshit: what does that make you?

https://explodingcarr0t.tumblr.com/post/184877654779/the-problem-with-rwby-villains-is-they-have-zero

Roman was a one off who wasn’t suppose to be important.

Cinder killed Pyrrha and directly caused the Fall Of Beacon/

And Adam...do I even need to say anything?

Whose your weed dealer?

https://explodingcarr0t.tumblr.com/post/184878300929/its-interesting-how-weiss-dad-slaps-her-and

Oh you mean the guy who abused her, her sister, her brother, her mother, hundreds of innocent Fanaus and an entire country?

And the girl who showed regret, made up for her mistakes and turned around morally?

Hm, maybe if you weren’t so delusional you could see this.

https://explodingcarr0t.tumblr.com/post/184929538059

You know, you sound more and more like a strawman each day.

https://explodingcarr0t.tumblr.com/post/184935323094

And yet there’s barely any RWBY Rule 34 of Adam.

So it should still be shit in your eyes.

https://explodingcarr0t.tumblr.com/post/184945823159/hot-take

Can’t retcon what never existed.

Also: Didn’t know Illa advocated for racial supremecy.

https://explodingcarr0t.tumblr.com/post/184945880849/hot-take-2

Not a hot take but gotta pander I guess.

https://explodingcarr0t.tumblr.com/post/184948830194/hot-take-3

And yet Blake and Yang are wrong for doing something that in numerous states is legal.

Oh wait sorry, I forgot the ‘RT bad so must be wrong’ logic. Silly me.

https://explodingcarr0t.tumblr.com/post/184949052934/hot-take-4

Except they’ve already tried that with Adam. He hunted them down.

But hey, self defense what dat?

https://explodingcarr0t.tumblr.com/post/184954672349/imagine-defending-the-actions-and-descisons-of

Hey did you hear about that post that said you stab people?

I mean, we could see that it’s made by anonymous person towards a controversial figure with contradictory information-

Oh sorry, you don’t want that right.

https://explodingcarr0t.tumblr.com/post/185073987354

You mean the consistently well remembered team leader?

Well if you give proof that wasn’t tweets or Tumblr posts-

Oh you don’t have any proof period.

https://explodingcarr0t.tumblr.com/post/185091041909/bumbleby-is-a-slow-burn-relationship-that

You heard it here, the show only been going for five weeks.

https://explodingcarr0t.tumblr.com/post/185093222959/representation-isnt-needed

Yeah except you’ll call any representation ‘pandering;’ because you yourself are pandering to the anti-SJW crowd.

So it’s like a KKK member criticizing a BLM radical: you’re both political hacks.

https://explodingcarr0t.tumblr.com/post/185110385224/the-villains-are-the-true-underdogs-of-rwby

You mean like Sale-No, powers from the Gods...

CInde-No, empowered by Salem...

ROma-accomplished only what Cinder did...

Neo-Accomplished nothing...

Ada-Was entirely supported by Sieena and everything immediately feel apart after the killed her...

Welp, ExplodingCarr0t is high as balls 24/7. pass it on.

[lokisasylum]

EMO-ji tagg

I know the rules state that you gotta ask your followers to send you one of these to answer, but since I KNOW no one will send me shit I'll just be savage and answer them ALL 'cause I'm bored and petty as fuck.

LET'S GET IT! 8D

☝ - How tall are you? You mean how SHORT am I? ✔ - Sexual Orientation- I love my self. 🚬 - Do you Smoke? Nope 🍷 - Do you Drink? Only if I'm REALLY stressed and feel like I REALLY need it and even then I'll just drown in a mug of coffee. ♒ - Do you Take Drugs? Is coffee a drug?

😳 - Age you get mistaken for? ...15, 18, sometimes 21.... but I'm actually 32. 💉 - Have Tattoos? No, but for awhile I wanted one. ✏️ - Want any tattoos? Read above. ^^^ ✂️ - Got any Piercings? 3 on my left ear and 1 on my right. ✌ - Want any piercings? lol why are these questions so repetitive? 👌 - Best friend? I have one?   ♥ - Do you like anyone? Do k-pop idols count?

🎤 - Top 5 favorite bands?

Breaking Benjamin

The Birthday Massacre

ONE OK ROCK

BTS

DAY6

🎶 - Top 5 favorite songs? FUCK don't do this to me....

"Butterfly" by BTS.

"Nevermind" by Suga (BTS)

"God Rap" by RM (BTS)

"Church" by Chase Atlantic

"Million" by SNMN feat. Compulsive

😒 - Biggest pet peeve? I HATE it, absolutely HATE it when people clap while talking to me almost as much as I hate/despise when I start to speak and the person cuts me off at the start of the sentence to talk about something completely unrelated to the conversation. 📝 - Story from your childhood.  While most little girls wanted to be a flighty rich princesses when they grew up, I wanted to be a powerful Witch 🔮 or a unicorn, neigh neigh betch. 💬 - I wish…That I still had my shitty-ass job at the museum. The pay was shitty, the atmosphere was shitty and the people who worked there were even shittier. But AT LEAST I was getting paid and as an added bonus I was pretty much away from home throughout the day, 7 days a week. ‼️ - Something you’ll change? Being born in a different time and place. 💦 - What makes you horny? Jimin's high notes in "House of cards", I live for that shit. 🌟 - A wish you’ll wish for? If you wish for a wish...which one comes true first?

🔥 - Something spicy you like? Chipotle sauce, I put that shit on EVERYTHING. 👃 You hate the smell of ….blue cheese UGH! 👊 - Something you hate? Aside form the smell of blue cheese? 🚶 - Are you single? Betch, don't call me out like that! 💬 - Can we text? I'M--- 💌 - Fan mail me? LOL!!! It's 2018, who does that? 💍 - Marry me? You'll have to buy me dinner first, and then a 20oz mocha and then go on a 3 day road trip with me where all we'll listen to on the radio is Chase Atlantic & BTS songs. Vast knowledge of the Tim Burton and Legend of Zelda universe is a MUST. N00bs don't need to apply. 💘 - Be my tumblr crush? Slowdown, casanova, I'd have to see the goods first.   💭 - Favorite foods? PASTA! Especially if I make it, it's my specialty.   ☀ - Story about your day. Same old story from every single other Saturday morning: I woke up, brushed my hair & teeth, tip-toed around to eat breakfast and avoid the trivial "Why don't you go to church anymore. I am so disappointed--" arguments, did some chores, took a shower, ate lunch, lounged around and now I'm about to go on my 3rd round of caffeine. 💘 - Top 5 celebrity crushes? As a BTS stan, I have 7 (but Jimin is my favorite, shhhhh) 🎥 - Top 5 favorite movies? None, I don't really go to the movies. 📺 - Top 5 favorite TV shows? I don't watch TV either. ✏ - Random fact about yourself. 

I'm left-handed but I learned how to write with my right one too.

I can pick up stuff with my toes like they were my hands.

I have photographic memory and I'm also an empath.

✈️ - Where are you from?  Hurricane Check-point out in the Caribbean (a.k.a Puerto Rico) 🚀 - Where do you wanna visit? Anywhere that Hurricane season doesn't exist, or random earthquakes & tsunamis. And if there's zero risk of getting shot at any given moment, that would be great. 😍 - Do you have a crush? No. 😷 - Something you hate eating? Didn't I...answer this already? 🙈 - What makes you shy? Randomly being praised or receiving gifts. 💃 - Can you dance? I got two left feet, betch. 💏 - Do you love anyone? I love myself. 👟 - Favorite shoe(s) to wear? My worn out converse. 🌴 - A island you would visit? Betch I already live in an island. The fuck I wanna visit another one for?! 🌎 - A country you would visit? I kinda wanted to visit London someday and South Korea or Japan. 🌀 - Favorite type of weather? Cold, autumn-getting-close-to-winter-ish. 🔮 - Do you believe in luck? Do you believe in magic? 📱 - What kinda phone do you have? Samsung Galaxy S7 active, that fucker is bulletproof betch. 📅 - Favorite time of the year? You know that moment in October when you get excited cause Halloween is near, but also know that Christmas starts the day after? Yeah, that's my kink.

📚 - Career goal you want? Not be broke. 🍴 - Favorite food(s) to eat? Did... didn't I answer this already? 🍭 - Favorite Candy? Peppermint patties. It's like someone blowing cold air against the back of your neck causing your skin to get goosebumps. 🍇 - Favorite fruits? Strawberries. 🚘 - Dream car(s)? As long as I can afford it... 🚔 - Have you ever been arrested? No... my life is so boring... 🚑 - Have you ever driven in an ambulance before? As a driver or passenger? LOL who wrote these?? 🎫 - Do you have a license? Yep, since I was 15. 🚼 - Do you have or want kids? Thank God I don't and NO. 🔞 - Are you under 18? I'm rated M for MATURE (pfff...) 🐶 - Do you own a pet? No, but I want another. 😔 - Something that makes you sad? Listening to "Spring Day" or "The Truth Untold" when it comes on Shuffle 😡 - What pisses you off? SO many things in my life, but do you know what REALLY grinds my gears? Not being able to punch somebody when they deserve it.

😏 - What turns you on? LOL Why do these keep popping up??

😈 - Are you a freak?

💪 - Do you work out? The fuck is that?

[littlelovelymemes]

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We’re Best Friends? | Re·as·sur·ance [Part 7] | Shawn Mendes

A/N: Hey hey!!! Sorry for the super delayed update (not that I think anybody cares lmao) but yeah wasn’t feeling inspired the past weeks. Been going through some shit. This is a short chapter! Just wanted to post something cause I kinda left the other chapter with a cliffhanger haha. I’m planning on 3 to 4 more chapters. I can say this isn’t the best chapter I’ve written but anyways most likely I’ll fix it (mostly likely that ain’t gonna happen). This isn’t edited! Be warned! Love you guys. Thanks for the support! Constructive Criticism is much appreciated! (ALSO GO SEE A QUIET PLACE IT’S SO FUCKING GOOD) no one reads the authors note tbh 😂

WARNING: Sensual themes

Word Count: 1.2 K

♡ prel·ude ♡ be·fore ♡ thoughts ♡ ideas ♡ im·pulse ♡ del·i·cate ♡ eu·pho·ri·a ♡ sur·prise ♡ 

{☆ MASTERLIST ☆}

I’m tired.

I’m trying to catch my breath against your shoulder while you’re doing the same thing.

“Shawn” You call out to me. You’ve said my name so many times this night in so many different ways.

“Yeah?” My voice is weak and sleepy. We’re spent.

“Can we cook something? I’m hungry” you tell me in a whisper while your hands caress my back. In this moment, I think to myself why does this feel so natural like we were always meant to go this path. You were always meant to tell me you’re hungry while we’re naked in your bed.

 Fate is a weird thing but I’m thankful for it. 

“Yeah let’s go cook” I chuckle as I kiss your neck.

As we get up to head to the kitchen, I can’t help but stare at how you put your underwear on, how sexy your legs are. I love the way you move, the way you look after we’ve fucked. The way you’re looking at me right now as you put your bra on. 

I know you’re teasing me.

We’re in your kitchen finding something to cook. We’ve done this countless of times every time we crash at each other’s place. Everything feels the same but it isn’t. We’re doing the same things as friends but at the same it’s different. 

It’s more. 

You’re cooking in nothing but your underwear and you act like your usual around me except with less clothes on. It makes me think about wanting see you in my kitchen, cooking. It gives me a reason to be excited when I go home. 

“What ya making?” I ask you and wrapping my arms around you resting my chin on your shoulder as you cook.

“Grilled cheese!!” you exclaim. I love how excited and passionate you get with food. 

“Sweet.” I tell you as I kiss your shoulder. You taste pretty sweet too.

As you finish making our sandwiches, we head to the dining table to take a seat.  You leave me surprised when you decide that your seat is my lap. Seeing this side of you excites me. 

Really excites me. 

We eat in comfortable silence as I hold you with one arm. “I got a question” You tell me your mouth full and crumbs all over your face. 

“Shoot!” I reply as I take a bite of my sandwich. You drop your food to wrap your arms around me and to play with my hair. You’re nervous because you do that really cute thing where you bite your lip that makes you look innocent when we both know you’re anything but innocent. 

“What made you knock on my door?” you shyly ask. 

"I don’t know honestly. It was more a now or never situation back there. I guess I wanted now” 

I don’t know the exact reason why I did what I did, if it was just on impulse or if it’s something that I’ve been wanting to do for a while but was always placed at the back of my mind but at this point I really don’t care enough to find out the reason behind it. 

All I know is that I’m glad I did do it.

You smile at me and I can really say that it’s my favorite view of all time. “I’m really glad you knocked on my door” There’s a blush that’s spreading across your face. I really love it when you blush. It lets me know I have an effect on you as much as you have with me.

“I’m really glad you opened your door”

☆☆☆

“So six months, huh?”

“Yeah. 26 weeks”

“Shit. You just made it worse”

“Shit. I know” Shawn sighs as we lay on his bed in the early hours of the morning. We just crashed back in his place, talking in bed and celebrated a little more with drinking after finding out he got the internship. Internship that’s miles and miles away.

“What the hell am I going to do without you for six months?” I ask him as I bury my face on the pillow. Me and Shawn have spent time apart with big distances separating us but it’s never been this long.

“At least you’re staying home! I’m going to be in a foreign country all by myself!” He says.

“Oh fuck you’re right. You’ve got it worse” I tell him facing his side.

“Well, at least there’s a lot of beautiful women in Amsterdam! I could have a shot with some of them” he smirks; joking around.

“Fucker” I tell him; gently shove his face with my hand.

“Hey! Don’t shove me” he tells me as he gets a hold of my hand kissing the back of it and intertwines it with his .

“When’s your flight?” I ask him.

“Next Tuesday at four am” he replies.

“Damn! That’s the morning after the wedding. Are you still gonna go?” I ask him. He doesn’t have to go but I want him to so badly. Shawn’s my partner in crime when it comes to these things. He’s my partner in crime in everything.

“Yeah. Don’t worry. I’ll just go straight to the airport after the reception. Plus I gotta try that cake!” he says. He looks at me with such a bittersweet smile. We’re scared. Six months is a long time without each other not to mention we just decided to try being a thing and the universe just had to throw us the long distance relationship concept our way.

“I’ll bring you to the airport! I got you man!” I tell him. I wanna be the last person to see him leave and be the last person he sees before he leaves.

“I’m not gonna argue with you on that. Free ride for me” He chuckles bringing me closer to him until our foreheads are touching.

“Shawn, do you think We’ll be okay?” I ask him; honestly worried for the future. Of us.

“What do you mean?” He asks looking confused

“I mean six months is really fucking long, that’s half a year. Half a year without you!” I sigh, the realization of him not being here with me for so long is slowly sinking. I’ve only got limited time with him. We’re a time bomb as of this point. “What if we aren’t the same when you come back?” I whisper.

“Hey! It’s us. We’re okay. We’ll always be okay.” he reassures me though I hear a hint of doubt in his voice. “I made a promise I wouldn’t leave you.” kissing my cheek and nuzzling his face in my neck. “You got me. I’m yours.”

“Okay.” I smile at him and kiss his nose.

“Okay this is getting depressing. I’m going to buy us breakfast” Shawn says, getting up and sitting at the end of the bed.

“I want waffles and bacon please” I request of him as I come near him, wrapping my arms around his middle and kissing his clothed shoulder as he puts on his shoes.

“One order of waffles coming up!” he chuckles.

“You ready for the wedding and my grandma?” Tilting my head to the side to look at his face and raising my eyebrows at him. Shawn gives me a bright smile and I know that we’re going to be okay. We’ll be fine.

“Bring it on Blake”

[joonie-beanie]

Welcome To The Wild Side [5]

<– [4] | [6]

Genre: Superpowers + College AU

Rated: T

Words: 4,144

A/N: Look an update no one asked for but I felt like writing this story so hahhhhh. Also...an outrageously long update. But splitting it into 2 parts would be pointless, so here we are.

Over the course of the next week, nothing too out of the ordinary happens in your life or around campus. A few fights, and issues with silly graffiti on school buildings, but no red-eyed madmen or anything of the sort.

Just…

You stare down at the test grade in front of you, the first of 5 tests grades that make up the entirety of your class grade. The C- registers in your brain loud and clear, and with the next test right around the corner, you choose to set your pride aside for once and message your friends to ask for help. Sadly, both of your good girlfriends are too busy with work and their own homework to lend you a hand in studying.

Flopping backwards onto your bed, you stare at the ceiling, your phone lifted above your face. After a few seconds of internal debate, you click open your messaging app and open a tab to create a new chat group.

[The Only Girl] invited you to the chat “That One Girl And The 7 Dorks”

[H O B I] joined the chat

[Agust D] joined the chat

[H O B I]: Nice chat name. Creative.

[Eldest Hyung] joined the chat

[Agust D]: God please no do not drag me into another group chat

[Eldest Hyung]: You could always just silence the notifications.

[Eldest Hyung]: But that would be R 0 0 d

[Jeon Seagull] joined the chat

[Jeon Seagull]: Yoongi is already rude tho

[Agust D]: I’m still your hyung even in this chat, you fucker.

[TaeTae] joined the chat

[RM] joined the chat

[TaeTae]: Yoongi

[Jeon Seagull]: Yoongi

[TaeTae]: Yoongi

[ChimChim] joined the chat

[ChimChim]: you two prepare to get your ass’s beat I will sit out of this one

[RM]: Suga hyung please don’t kill JK yet tho he owes me 10 dollars for pizza

[Jeon Seagull]: fuck I can’t believe you remembered that

[The Only Girl]: Um.....

[The Only Girl]: I made this chat to literally ask one simple question to the 7 of you but suddenly you’re talking about beating asses.

[H O B I]: Whoops

[Agust D]: what’s your question then?

[The Only Girl]: Oh, I was just wondering if anyone out of the 7 of you is good at math. I need some help

[TaeTae]: SHe neEDs sOmE mILK

[Jeon Seagull]: Nice. 9/10.

[RM]: I can probably help. Just gotta work around our schedules.

[The Only Girl]: Really??? Awesome! I’ll hit it up so we can work out a time then.

[RM]: sounds good!

[Eldest Hyung]: Good guy Namjoon

[The Only Girl]: Btw…I think I have it figured out but who is everyone? ;; I don’t know all your weird nicknames yet.

[H O B I]: Oh! TaeTae you can probably figure is Taehyung. RM is Namjoon, Agust D is Yoongi hyung, ChimChim is Jimin, Jeon Seagull is Jungkook, Eldest Hyung is Jin hyung, and I am Hoseok lol

[Jeon Seagull]: Dammit hyung you should’ve made her guess!!

[The Only Girl] changed [Eldest Hyung]’s nickname to [Eldest Oppa]

[The Only Girl]: WHOOPS HAHA DIDN’T KNOW IT’D CHANGE FOR EVERYONE

[TaeTae]: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[Jeon Seagull]: HAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[Eldest Oppa]: …this is surprisingly really cute

[Agust D]: not for the rest of us.

[The Only Girl] changed [Eldest Oppa]’s nickname to [Old Guy Jin]

[Jeon Seagull]: BETTER

[ChimChim]: oh my god it’s like she’s one of us.

[Old Guy Jin]: TEARS

[The Only Girl]: ANYWAY Namjoon I’ll message you separately. I’m going to bed now. GOODNIGHT

[RM]: Sounds good. Night.

[H O B I]: Night!

[ChimChim]: Good night!

[Agust D]: All of you shut up and go to bed

3 days later, you grab your bag and step outside to lock the door to your apartment, momentarily ignoring the new bloody shoelace that rests on the cement by your feet. That’s the 4th one in the last 2 weeks, but since nothing had ever occurred because of them, you’ve just come to assume there are some squirrels nearby having some intense fights.

Nudging the bloody lace with the tip of your converse, you push it over the balcony and begin walking away, not bothering to watch and see where it lands. After all, it’s already 3pm, and with the library being a 15 minute walk away, you’re currently running behind to make the set time you and Namjoon had agreed upon.

Either way, you make your way onto main campus, wincing as the wind causes you to stumble from behind. You hadn’t heard anything about there being outrageously strong wind today, but damn, this wind is really making you stumble.

In fact, the wind somehow follows you all the way to the library, a particularly hard gust causing you to fall forward and jam your knee and palm against the cement steps just as you had intended to climb them.

“Oh shit, are you ok?” a random girl asks, coming to your side. You smile, laughing off the pain and assuring her you’re ok. Then, the wind finally seeming to have relented, you limp up the rest of the stairs and enter the lobby of the building. Namjoon is there waiting for you, and he glances up from his phone, waving when he sees that you’ve finally arrived.

“Hey--! ...are you limping?”

“Yeah, uh…a really nasty wind shoved me as I was climbing the steps, so I fell,” you explain, and Namjoon frowns.

“If you want I could--,” he begins to say, and then his words stop. You look up just in time to see his cheeks flush pink, and he coughs, awkwardly looking away.

“There’s a spot on the second floor I go to study, if you’re not opposed,” he switches topic, ignoring the way your eyebrows have raised suspiciously.

“Wherever is fine,” you respond, deciding to let it drop, and Namjoon nods. Taking the lead, he guides you up the stairs to the second floor of the library. You maneuver through some computer areas and shelves with specialized books before Namjoon pauses. Ahead of you, hidden within rows of bookshelves, is a fairly large circular table.

“Wow I would have never found this,” you admit in awe, glancing around the space which almost looks like it could be from a fairytale. Namjoon smiles proudly.

“Right? I basically lived in this library for a semester before I found it, so I doubt a lot of other people know its back here. Great when you want to study in peace, though.”

“I bet,” you laugh, and with that, you and Namjoon settle in. First, you pull out your last test, and, despite being ashamed, ask him to help you work through the problems you got wrong. To your surprise Namjoon seems to know exactly what equations you need to use and when, and immediately sets out to help you understand why you’d gotten the answers wrong.

“This might be a silly question to ask but…are you a genius?” you ask after a while, looking up at him in awe. He sets his pencil down, lifting his hand to rub the back of his head somewhat sheepishly. On the table between you is your test, all of the problems you had gotten wrong fixed by Namjoon, who had quickly and efficiently managed to reach the correct answers your professor had written beside every question.

“Not a genius, but uh…sometimes the guys tell me I am.”

“Well shit, I’m with them.”

Namjoon laughs. “You say that now, but I’m also the clumsiest of everyone too.”

You roll your eyes, cracking a smile. “Hey being clumsy has nothing to do with brain smarts. That has more to do with hand eye coordination, so maybe you should work on that.”

“Of course,” he agrees somewhat sarcastically, his eyes trailing you as you stand from your chair and bend down to dig your wallet out of your bag.

“I’m gonna hit up the café downstairs and buy a coffee. Care for one?”

“Oh, sure. Lemme grab my--,” he begins, standing to search his pockets, but you stop him.

“My treat! No worries.”

“But—”

“You took time out of your day to help me out, it’s the least I can do,” you smile at him, waving over your shoulder as you start out of the area. “Be back in a minute. Sugar and Cream?”

“Please.”

“I’ll grab a handful,” you say, and with that retrace your steps out of the hidden area. Within minutes you’ve made it downstairs and have attained two small coffees for both you and Namjoon to enjoy. Before heading back to the stairs, you shove some cream and sugar into your pocket, pausing when all of the sudden a short burst of wind comes out of nowhere. Your hair ruffles, a sting burning your cheek, and you glance around.

Where the hell had that wind come from?? The door was too far away for there to be a gust that strong…

Suspicion lingering in your gut, you hurriedly grab your coffees and jog for the elevator. Luckily it’s already on the first floor, so you step right in and head back upstairs, still walking quicker than usual as you weave your way back through the bookshelves.

Namjoon immediately looks up when you return, though the smile drops from his face as soon as he sees your furrowed brows and the injury on your cheek.

“Woah, what happened?” he questions, and you blink in surprise as he raises his hand and brushes his thumb against your cheek. There’s blood.

Your eyes widen, and you move to check it with your own hand before you realize you’re still holding two coffees. You had felt the sting but…how had you gotten cut?

“Hey so uh…this may sound strange but…has anything weird been happening lately? With you, I mean,” he clarifies, and when you look up at him, he’s looking over your head, eyes scanning the rows of books surrounding you.

“Anything out of the ordinary?”

“Besides the wind that somehow followed me all the way to and inside of the library? Nothing much,” you laugh somewhat bitterly, your eyes locked onto his face as you begin to wonder just what’s going on in his mind right now.

“No, say…bloody shoelaces in your path or anything like that?”

He glances down at you. Your eyes widen as you remember that, indeed, you had been coming across bloody shoelaces for some time now, and the look on your face alone is enough to confirm Namjoon’s suspicions.

“Fuck we gotta get outta here,” he curses, turning around and grabbing both of your bags. You stare at his back in shock, watching as he begins haphazardly shoving the papers on the table into your backpack.

“Namjoon?! What the fuck is going on why do we—?”

“So a while ago this girl in one of my classes approached me, asking if I would be her project partner. I said yes and didn’t think anything of it, but as soon as we started spending time together she got super clingy and possessive. Crazy level. Said she wanted me to date her and be hers, but at the time I was already going on a couple dates with a different girl, so—”

“Namjoon,” you interrupt, glancing around frantically as wind breezes through the area, books rattling on the shelf. Sadly, he’s too busy recounting his horror story to remember

“—I told her no. I started backing out of study dates for the project, so I wouldn’t have to see her, but then the girl I was actually going on real dates with started to have weird shit happen to her. The bloody shoelaces, the wind—”

“Namjoon! Oh my god,” you gasp, dropping the coffee to the ground and moving to grip the back of his hoodie as all of the sudden a short, black haired girl appears from around a bookshelf. The wind circling around her causes her hair to whip in all directions, and when she meets your gaze, she scowls, eyes flicking downward. You follow her stare, and note that she’s looking at how you’re clinging onto Namjoon, but right now you’re too scared to care.

She looks about ready to kill.

“—and the guys made me report her to the police and I got a restraining order, so I was hoping that would help. I also haven’t been around any girls in a while since then, but—”

“Namjoon!” you yell just as Namjoon’s crazy stalker screams out, “YOU BITCH!”

At that, Namjoon finally turns around and realizes that his worst fear has come true.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Don’t think I didn’t see you the other day!” she exclaims, rage in her eyes, and when she sees both your and Namjoon’s confused faces she continues on, “Before that attack on campus! I saw you two holding each other in front of the mathematics building!”

You and Namjoon glance at each other, confusion in Namjoon’s eyes and realization in yours, as you remember how you had bumped into him and he’d steadied you. Of the few interactions you’d even had with Namjoon she’d managed to see that?!

“Listen,” you try to explain, holding your hands up calmly, “we’re just—”

At that moment, she flicks her finger and a small blade of wind careens towards you. Instinctively, getting a bad feeling, you move out of the way, gasping in surprise when you feel a small wound open on the side of your neck. Namjoon stares in shock, watching as blood begins to trickle down your skin. The wound isn’t that deep, but still—if you hadn’t moved out of the way…

“Hey, stop. This is going too far,” he finally speaks up, finding his voice and standing his ground. Namjoon steps in front of you, his hand lifting backwards to push you closer to his side, and at the protective gesture the girl’s rage intensifies.

The wind around her spirals out of control, whipping books off of shelves and even causing a few to topple. Nearby you hear screams, and thankfully someone yelling about how they’re going to get the building security.

“Obviously you’re more than friends!” the crazy screams again, taking a step forward. “I saw her buy you a coffee, and she’s wearing high-tops too!”

“Oh my god,” Namjoon groans, but before you can ask what wearing converse has to do with any of this, the girl lashes out her arms. Cursing, Namjoon jumps in front of you, taking the brunt of the damage as a painfully strong wave of wind causes you both to go flying. Your back hits a bookcase and you fall to your knees, but you know staying here is too dangerous, so you grab Namjoon’s wrist and begin to run.

The girl yells after you, but obviously she doesn’t know the aisles of books better than Namjoon, who quickly takes the lead. After a few moments of running you exit the maze of bookshelves, and Namjoon dives behind a nearby computer station, tugging you with him.

You fall to your knees, bracing yourself against his chest as he winces and tries to catch his breath. It’s at that point you notice the cuts in the back of his sweatshirt, and the shallow gashes that line the skin of his back beneath.

“She can uh, turn her wind into blades if she concentrates it enough,” he explains, and you grip his shoulders, bending down to look him in the eyes.

“Namjoon, what the fuck! Why is she—what does Converse have to do with any of this??”

“Oh, so,” he sighs, looking a little embarrassed. “In order to reject her I told her that I have a kink for Converse and only date people who wear high-tops—”

“Oh…my god.”

“—which I made up, but at the time the girl I was going on dates with actually did wear high-tops, so…that’s what started the bloody shoelace thing.”

“As in ‘here is what your white shoelaces are gonna look like if you continue getting it on with my man’?” you clarify, and he frowns in distaste.

“I suppose so.”

“Freaky.”

“Yep,” he agrees, and then pulls you in closer to him when he hears the psycho girl scream, a huge gust of wind blowing through the area. You both hear any of the bookshelves that had remained standing crash against the floor in the background.

“So…run or continue hiding?”

“Security should be here soon, and if we run there’s a higher risk that she’ll be able to hit you with her wind. If we stay put I can at least protect you better,” he whispers, and when you open your mouth, likely going to tell him you don’t need him to protect you, he hushes you.

“I’m the one with the healing powers, remember?”

At that you find yourself with nothing to say, and simply remain hidden against Namjoon as you both wait for security arrive. Sadly, before they can, the girl finds you. She steps up right next to your hiding spot, eyes narrowing as she spots the way you and Namjoon are pressed together in fear.

“Fuck—”

“Run!” Namjoon interrupts, grabbing your wrist and pulling you to your feet. He pushes you ahead of him as you both make a dash for the staircase. Another lash of wind cracks against Namjoon’s back, and you hear him take a painful inhale of breath, stumbling, but he continues running right behind you.

And, finally, just as you both reach the staircase and jump down the first few steps, a group of 5 security men meet you half way.

“Wind powers,” you say out of breath, attempting to give them some kind of warning, and they nod. Preparing their taser guns, 4 of the guards rush onto the second floor, while the fifth guard grabs you both and escorts you downstairs. You hear the girl screaming in pain behind you, but don’t bother looking back. You simply wrap your arm around Namjoon’s middle and attempt to support him as his body begins healing his injuries.

An hour later, when the girl is finally taken into custody, you’ve given your statements to the police, the area of the attack has been documented, and Namjoon’s wounds have nearly healed, the police allow the both of you to return to the second floor of the building to retrieve your things.

“You okay?” you ask as you both carefully step over the rubble, digging your backpacks out from a pile of books.

“Yeah,” he confirms, turning to smile at you apologetically. “I…sorry you got dragged into all this.”

“Hey, no worries,” you laugh, “I know you didn’t mean for this all to happen.”

“True,” he says, quietly laughing as well, and hands you your backpack. You thank him with another smile, and then start back towards the stairs together. However, just as you’re about to reach the staircase, Namjoon grabs your wrist, stopping you. His cheeks are pink again, just like they had been earlier.

“I…I know you know I didn’t mean to drag you into this, but…I wanna make it up to you.”

You blink. “Make it up to me? How…?”

“Well I…I have the ability to heal other people too. It’s very, very minimal compared to my self-regeneration ability, but still…you got hurt because of me, so if you’d let me I’d like to heal you.”

“I mean…sure, Namjoon—”

“But, you have to close your eyes while I do it,” he interrupts, utterly serious, and you blink.

“Do you have to like…get naked to heal me or something?”

“No, nothing that strange,” he responds, breathing a laugh, and you roll your eyes.

“Fine, I trust you.”

At that, Namjoon smiles, apparently happy by your admission, and he leads you over to a table nearby. At his request, you hop up on the surface, setting your bag down, and Namjoon nods.

“Now close your eyes.”

Breathing deep, you do so. You can’t deny the fact that your heart begins beating quicker within your chest, nervous at not knowing what he’s doing, but also somewhat excited as well. Yet, you aren’t left waiting long, because soon enough you feel something press against your knee, and within seconds the dull ache from falling on the stairs earlier begins to soothe.

At first, you’re not sure exactly what part of him is touching you, but you soon realize when you feel his warm breath against your skin as he quietly questions you if your knee feels any better.

“Y-Yeah,” you answer, trying to keep a blush from rising to your cheeks, and, satisfied that he’s done what he can, Namjoon then grabs your wrist and lifts up your palm. He gets to work healing the small scrapes on your palm next, and when you feel his nose brush against your skin too, all of your thoughts are confirmed.

He heals people by kissing them.

Oh god.

“Like I said, my healing is only minimal, you’ll probably still be sore after this, or will have scabs, but it at least speeds up the process,” he mumbles against your skin, and you nod, wondering if he knows that basically breathing against your skin tells you exactly what he’s doing.

But, even so, at his request you keep your eyes closed. After all, he’d seemed pretty embarrassed about admitting this little extra advantage of his power.

“Two more,” he comments once he’s finished with your palm, and before you can even recall where your other two injuries are, his soft lips are pressed against the skin of your cheek. If his kiss wasn’t for the sole purpose of healing you, you’d probably be blushing furiously right now. Fuck, you may be anyway, but—

At that moment his fingers skim the line of your jaw, his lips leaving your cheek. He gently tilts your head to the side, and you feel his hair brush against your chin as his head dips down, lips pressing softly against the area on your neck which had been cut earlier.

Your breath actually catches in your throat at the feeling, and your fingers grip the edge of the table, heart skipping a beat in surprise when you feel Namjoon begin molding his lips against the sensitive skin.

Oh god.

This one feels a little different than the other kisses.

“N-Namjo—”

“Hyung! Y/N! Are you ok?! I heard that—”

A voice suddenly calls, footsteps pounding up the stairs, and your eyes fly open just in time to see Taehyung appear. He looks out of breath, worry creasing his face, but immediately his words stop and the worry fades into something more…smug when manages to catch sight of Namjoon kissing your neck right before the older male jumps back.

“OOoooooh!! Hyung you sly dog!” He cackles, grinning ear to ear, and Namjoon’s face flushes bright red.

“Taehyung, it’s not what you think! I—!”

“Oooooh! Time to tell the group chat!” He teases, grabbing his phone from his pocket, and Namjoon is immediately in action. He grabs his bag and makes a dash for Taehyung, but before he can get there Taehyung tosses his phone into the air, and, in a blur of motion, suddenly transforms into a hawk. He catches his phone in his mouth and then soars over the balcony down to the first floor. Namjoon curses, chasing after him, and you’re left sitting there in shock.

Then, finally, you find that all you can do is laugh.

Truly…what are these boys?

[TaeTae]: FOUND NAMJOON HYUNG KISSING Y/N IN THE LIBRARY. RIP

[H O B I]: WOAH WHAT

[Jeon Seagull]: Hyung how could you

[Agust D]: Couldn’t keep it in your pants, Joon, could you?

[Old Guy Jin]: Can’t say I didn’t see this coming. Didn’t think Joon would be the first though

[TaeTae]: …wot

[ChimChim]: “the first”/???

[RM]: Holy shit all of you shut the fuck up. I was HEALING HER.

[Jeon Seagull]: MHMMMMMM

[RM]: I’m going to murder all of you. It wasn’t even a real kiss

[TaeTae]: Oh, just kissing her neck then?

[H O B I]: whatttttttttt

[The Only Girl]: omg all of you stop. He really was healing me.

[Agust D]: that’s what he made you think lmao

[RM]: GUYS

[The Only Girl]: and if you technically want to talk about “the first” you’ll have to talk to Jimin

[ChimChim]: omg Y/N NO

[TaeTae]: WHAT

[The Only Girl]: he used his powers on me to make me feel attraction towards him so I kissed his cheek

[ChimChim]: Y/N NOOOOOOO

[The Only Girl]: Walking into work now BAIIIIIIIIIIIII

[Agust D]: ….Jimin

[Old Guy Jin]: smh

[RM]: you motherfucker

[Jeon Seagull]: Better lock your door tonight hyung

[TaeTae]: I second that

[ChimChim]: IT WAS JUST A JOKE. GUYS PLEASE.

[Jeon Seagull]: No mercy

[ChimChim]: fuCK