#do you guys wanna know what my average hours per night is???

[tangledinink]

i would really just like to go home and go back to bed actually

[thegayconsumesme]

I headcanon Mammon, Michael, Lilith, and Raphael as siblings so- (PT. 2)

Lilith: I'm bored. Mammon: Wanna commit first degree murder? Lilith: Sure! Michael, hearing them: No- Stop, don't do that! Put that knife down! Put Raphael down!!

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Michael: How late were you up last night? Lilith & Mammon, in tandem: Me? Michael: No, not you two. You stay up late all the time. Michael, to Raphael: You.

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*The gang is learning CPR on a test dummy* Michael: So, assessing the situation. Are they breathing? Mammon: No, Michael. They are not breathing. And they have no arms or legs. Michael: No, that’s not part of it— Mammon: Where are they? You know what? If we come across somebody with no arms or legs do we bother resuscitating them? I mean, what kind of quality of life do we have there? Raphael: I would want to live with no legs. Mammon: How about no arms? No arms or legs is basically how you exist right now, Raphie. You don’t do anything. Michael: All right, well, lets get back to it. ‘Cause you’re losing him. *Mammon pumps frantically* Okay, too fast. Everyone, we need to pump at a pace of a 100 beats per minute. Mammon: Okay, that’s uh, hard to keep track. How many is that per hour? Lilith: How’s that gonna help you? Mammon: I will divide and then count to it. Lilith: Right. Michael: Okay. Well, a good trick is to pump to the tune of ‘Staying Alive’ by the Bee Gees. Do you know that song? Mammon: Yes, yes I do. I love that song. *clears throat, begins to sing* First I was afraid, I was petrified.

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Raphael: I reserve the right to judge a movie based on when it was made, thank you very much. Lilith: You consider anything made before 2000 old and bad. Raphael: And I reserve that right! After all.... Raphael: I bet you wouldn’t like the average movie made in 1879! Lilith: There were no movies made in 1879. Raphael: *slams table* WRONG! There was ONE movie made in 1879! The first movie! A zoopraxioscope of a horse galloping! Mammon: Oooh! Let’s go ask Michael if he saw it in theatres!

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Raphael: What’s your biggest fear? Lilith: That I’ll never be good enough for anyone. Mammon: Everyone hates me and talks about me behind my back. Michael: Zombies. Raphael: ... Lilith: ... Mammon: ... Michael: BUT they can open doors.

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Lilith: Where's Raphael? Mammon: Don't worry, I'll find them. Mammon, shouting: Michael sucks! Raphael, distantly: Michael is the best person ever! Fuck you! Mammon: Found them.

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*In a horror movie situation* Michael: I've got no service in my phone here. Raphael: Shoot, my battery just died. Mammon: Sorry guys, I just broke my phone with a hammer. Lilith: Guys, my phone is a book.

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Raphael, watching Lilith & Mammon panic : What's going on? Michael: Lilith is having a midlife crisis and Mammon is just having a crisis.

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Lilith: Words ending in 'ie' just sound so adorable. Like cutie, sweetie, cookie- Raphael: Eyy, homie! Mammon: But then there's cootie... Michael: Die.

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Raphael: We need a way to lure in new customers? Michael: Maybe we could have some fun, interactive events! Lilith: Mammon bath water. Mammon: ABSOLUTELY NOT!

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Mammon: *is hugging Michael* Raphael: Hey! It's my turn to hug Michael! Raphael: *grabs Michael* Lilith: *kicking down the door* What do you mean, "yOuR tUrN"? We agreed now is my time slot! Mammon: No, It's still my turn! Michael: *suffocating* Guys, I love you, but just because I'm the smallest doesn't mean you can be hugging me constantly! Raphael: But we need the moral support! Mammon: And you're small! Which is cute! Lilith: If I don't hug you right now I think the depression will kick in and my body will stop functioning. Michael: *close to tears* Well- I, I guess.

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Mammon: Hey Raphael. Raphael: *punches Mammon in the stomach* Mammon: What the fuck? Raphael: You are one of my very best friends. And I cannot stand by and watch you throw away your life like this. You're too young....YOU'RE TOO BEAUTIFUL! Mammon: What the fuck are you talking about? Raphael: I'm talking about the baby that's growing inside of your belly right now. Michael: See ya! *leaves* Mammon: I'm not pregnant! Raphael: Well, not after that punch you're not. I've been taking muay thai classes. Mammon: I was never pregnant, Raphael! Raphael: Are... you sure? Mammon: Yes I'm fucking sure! Lilith: I'm sorry, but why the fuck is everybody yelling over here? Raphael: Oh, I found this positive pregnancy test and— Lilith: *punches Mammon in the stomach* Mammon: AW, MOTHERFU--

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Raphael, spraying a melted cutting board with a tiny water gun: We gotta cool this bitch down. Cool it down. Mammon: I actually just put the cutting board in the oven... Michael, visibly confused: Okay, so they decided to put the cutting board in the oven? Raphael, spraying Mammon: You FUCKING DUMBASS! Mammon: Dude, I forgot- Raphael: OH MY FUCKING GOD! We're trying to make Chicken Alfredo right now, and you fucking MELT the cutting board in the oven at 400 DEGREES FAHRENHEIT!? Lilith: *Watching in complete confusion while trying to process this whole situation.*

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Lilith: I'm bored. Mammon: Wanna commit first degree murder? Lilith: Sure! Michael, hearing them: No- Stop, don't do that! Put that knife down! Put Raphael down!!

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Raphael: HYDRATE OR DIE-DRATE! Raphael: *aggressively throws water bottles* Michael: Uh... what's up with them? Lilith: They're trying to yell mental health and wellbeing into us. Raphael: I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU! Mammon, crying: It's working.

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Lilith: I still don’t have a New Year’s resolution. Mammon: You could lose a few. Raphael: You could be less lazy. Michael: Don’t be such a bitch. Lilith: Okay DAMN, SHIT.

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Michael: You were stabbed. Do you remember anything? Raphael: Only the ambulance ride to the hospital. Michael: That wasn't an ambulance, I drove you. Raphael: But I heard a siren. Lilith: That was Mammon. Mammon: Sorry, I got nervous.

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Lilith: Time sensitive question: how flirt boy. Raphael: Throw rocks at him. Michael: Hot Dogs. Mammon: Kill him. Lilith: Thanks guys.

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*The brothers when they drop food on the floor* Raphael: Aw man. *Throws it away* Lilith: Five second rule! Michael: Foolish germs, thinking they can stop me!? *Eats it off the floor* Mammon: *Sobs on the floor*

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Michael: Knowledge is knowing that a tomato is a fruit, and wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad. Lilith: That's deep. Mammon: That means that ketchup is a smoothie. Lilith: That's deeper. Raphael: ...You guys are idiots.

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Michael: I just found out from Raphael today that when Lilith died and the service did the 21-gun salute at their funeral, Mammon said, “They should aim at the coffin to be sure.”

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Mammon & Lilith in the back of Michael's car: MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! Raphael: We have food at home. Michael: *pulls into the McDonald's drivethrough* Mammon & Lilith: YAYYYYYY! Michael: *orders one black coffee and leaves*

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Mammon: *points at Michael* A human turtleneck, *points at Raphael* a narcissistic monster, *points at Lilith* and literally the dumbest person I’ve ever met. Lilith: And who am I? Describe me now.

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Michael: I have the sharpest memory here - name one time I forgot something! Raphael: You left me, Mammon, and Lilith in a Walmart parking lot at 2am a day ago. Michael: I did that on purpose, try again.

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Mammon: Where in father’s name is Lilith? Michael: Well, it is raining outside... Maybe they melted? Raphael: Shall I look outside for a pointy hat?

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Raphael, teaching Mammon to drive: Okay, you're driving and Michael and Lilith walk into the road. Quick, what do you hit? Mammon: Oh, definitely Michael. I could never hurt Lilith. Raphael, massaging his temples: The brakes. You hit the brakes.

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Raphael: Those darn tall old people. Lilith: Darn em' indeed. Michael: Don't worry, they'll be gone soon enough. Mammon: *sharpening knife* Yes. Dead. The Siblings: Mammon: Hahaha. Mammon: ...Is this self-destructive behaviour?

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Lilith, pointing to the wall: What color is this? Raphael: Gray. Michael: Grey. Lilith, turning to Mammon: Now tell them what color you think it is. Mammon: Dark white.

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Lilith: It’s time to turn this into a real business. Mammon: What do you mean? Like, carry a briefcase, and wear a tie, and pay taxes? Michael: Wait, have you not been paying your taxes? Raphael: I handle our accounting.

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*Michael drunkenly wanders around the house and Lilith is drunkenly giggling* Raphael, completely sober: *sighs* Well, looks like it's just me and you against the wold, Mammon. Mammon, going to their room: Nope, just you. *shuts door*

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#248

“C’mon in. Have a seat. David? Right? It’s weird calling you by a real man’s name, after spending a whole weekend calling you ‘Cunt’ and ‘Fag’ and ‘Shit Head’. Don’t be surprised if I slip up and start calling you that again. But you, you keep calling me ‘Boss.’ When I offered you this job last Sunday, it was after one hell of a wild weekend fucking your brains out. Is your cunt still gaping or did it snap back into place?...

“You look surprised. Well let me tell you something. I love using faggots like you. Fuck, I don’t hide that fact at all. I wouldn’t have offered you this job unless I knew you could take a pounding from my nine-and-a-half-inch baseball bat of a cock. And while it is not expected of you as part of your job responsibilities around here, I will be slamming into your cunt whenever I want. I saw that look in your eyes when I told you I had an opening here. You were already fantasizing about submitting to your boss. I know you were. I’ve seen it with dozens of fags before. Yeah, I offer jobs to freshly fucked tricks. I have always liked fucking with men, especially on the job site.

“After my wife died eight years ago, my 1,200-acre ranch seemed empty. The oil drill on the northside has me swimming in money. But I wanted fag cunt. I need to use it. I created this warehousing business with one thing in mind, satisfying my cock. I looked to have a dozen or so men that could walk up to any one of them and say I need a blowjob, and I would get one on the spot without worry of a sexual harassment charge. Or to walk through the warehouse and see a new employee getting spit roasted. And it all feels normal.

“From your test run this past weekend, I know you can swallow me, with difficulty, but still manage. You drank my piss, so I know you have done that before. You spent hours eating my ass. I can’t remember the last time my shithole was treated with so much love. Your cunt put up a fight, but by Sunday night, you had one hell of a gape. You even bled a little on that first fuck.

“Wanna see?... I took this photo when I told you to push out some of my load. Here, take it. Yeah, I like taking pics of freshly used cunts. I bet you haven’t ever seen your hole blown up on a twelve-inch glossy. Look at the detail. You can see specks of your cherry. I know you weren’t a virgin, but you were a virgin to me. That’s what matters. And this isn’t some sort of blackmail thing where we keep this a secret.

“Hell, every one of the workers there will know I bred your cunt. You wouldn’t have gotten this job without first having my load in your ass. Every one of the guys you will work with in the warehouse has had my load in his cunt. Every single one! All fourteen of them. You are number fifteen. In fact, Mark, the cute puppy you met when you came in has my morning’s load in his ass right now.

“I have known Mark the longest. He and I go back a long way. We designed this place, and he’s the one who helped me set things up so that I won’t get into trouble. He’s the only one who interacts with the public, if anybody should come by which they never do. I say that because the warehouse is around back. That’s where you will be working not up here. Let’s go take a tour of that. But first, Mark would kill me if I don’t ask you, you want the job knowing what you know?... Good. I would have been surprised had you said no. We have contingencies set up should an employee not want work in such an environment. But I know how to pick ‘em. He hee.

“Grab that pic of your leaking cunt and bring it with us. We’ll go out the back. The warehouse is purposely a few hundred feet from the office. Mark suggested that. He really keeps me honest when it comes to all this shit. In the warehouse, clothing is optional. For the most part, no one wears anything. I have asked the two managers to wear a wife beater to differentiate themselves from the others. The real reason is that they are built like brick shithouses, and they look great in a tank. Hector, the manager you will be reporting to wears a black one and Aaron, the other one wears white. Don’t know why they do that, but they do. If I’m going to be in here for a short time, I just haul out my cock and balls only, otherwise I’m naked from the waist down.

“You had indicated that you are in temp housing in town. I told you that I have housing on property. Those three buildings back there are it. Hector and Aaron each have one, and the large bunkhouse is for any of the other workers. During your probationary time, you will be living with Hector. If you loved my cock, you’ll love his. He’s more into cock worship. The final thing before we go in is compensation. The job you are hired for really only requires 15 to 20 hours per week, but you will be paid for 40.

“Hector and Aaron will make sure you do your share of the actual work. That leaves 20 hours or so to play with the others. It doesn’t have to be all sex, but have fun. The hourly rate is three times what the job normally goes for. You will be provided with a room if you want. You get half the work, three times the pay, a place to stay, and all the cock you can handle. The only thing you give up is your privacy. Now, you are not tied here; you can go into town on your own time. But when you are here on property, you will be expected to comply with the rules. Hector will go over all that.

“Inside and to the left are the locker room and showers. That locker at the end is yours. It’s the smallest, but you are the one with the lowest seniority. Go ahead and strip down. I’ll go get… never mind here he is. Hector this is Dan,�� or David or whatever the fuck his name is. Fag, this is Hector, although he’s going to insist you call him ‘Sir’. Look at those muscles! They make his cock look average sized. But fuck that cock of his is just as fat as mine. It’s going to be in your ass in a few minutes. We always break in the new employees the same way, a gang bang. No, don’t put your boots away. Everyone wears theirs as they work. There’s no lock on your locker. Don’t worry about it….

“Hector, are the guys ready by the wall? Good. Good…. Fag, around this corner is the break room. Across from it, see where the guys are standing? That’s what we call the wall of cunts. See the pics there? They are the assholes of every man here. Everyone has my load leaking out, except for that one on top. That’s my shitter. Hector and Aaron’s are in their own row underneath me. You are going to be very up close with Hector’s every night. Everyone else’s is below. I like to think of it as an org chart of leaking cunts. That spot over there is for you to put your pic. Go on. We’ll go around and share names later. I would rather you learn all their cocks first. The pic looks good there.

“Men! The fag here is a piss drinker and an ass eater. Make sure we take advantage of his talents. When I come back, I expect him to be shaved from head to toe, covered in piss, his face reeking of ass sweat, and his cunt loaded up. Over the next week, I want him to taste each of your shitholes. Guys, this is probably the best rimmer I have encountered in a long time. Oh, Hector is ready! Fag, welcome to the company.”

[lilmajorshawty]

I hope this isn’t to vulgar to ask but have you experienced men of every rising sign? More so would you be able to speak on the genitalia of all the eighth house signs in men you’ve encountered? I would like to see if there is any merit in the general depictions of the eighth house when it comes to sex organs

Haha you’re fine my love! I don’t mind being of help!

I personally attract virgo, Sagittarius, Gemini, Scorpio rising men the most. I have had sexual encounters with men of all 12 zodiac signs and I’ve managed to get rising signs for a great deal of them! Sadly I can’t speak broadly on many of the rising signs considering the higher volume of the four I just mentioned being the majority of the ones that come my way.

Aries rising men: in my experience? Sweet, they are very much what you see is what you get types considering their entire chart is a reflection of the natural traits of all 12 zodiac signs in their comfortable houses. Sexually I would say their sexual organs look dark, like literally they have a darker tone then the rest of their body. They aren’t rough sexually but they can be very intense, if I could describe them? I’d say it felt like I was swimming in a pool at night with strobe lights at the bottom. They know how to have sex and it feels good, they are very much so emotionally available during and after. Very violent orgasams and can seem very spiritual during.

Taurus rising men: in my experience? Babies. They can be needy and distant at the same time, very weird mix. They want things at a very specific time and can be hard to compromise with especially sexually. the thing that stood out to me is how fast they ejaculate, and I don’t mean this in a bad way, they are just very easily aroused much like a literal bull. They tend to love foreplay but if you’re too good at it they’ll cum fast. They can be very vibrant and bubbly during sex lots of laughter, but if they’re not laughing they’re usually just super into it lmao. They have very big and long sexual organs. I wouldn’t say thick, I would say more like a long sword in typical sag style. They are very out of tune emotionally during sex so that’s the only downside.

Gemini rising men: in my experience? Sad boys. They got issues and they’re not good at hiding them. They can seem moody, aloof and slightly misunderstood. I can’t peg them sometimes, they seem like they have a mixture of mommy and daddy issues but then they can seem arrogant and self assured at a moments notice. Domination kinks and restriction plague them. I would say the sex is often sensual and deeply attentive in its nature. They want to feel all of it and none of it at the same time. Touch and physical intimacy is the thing they adore the most in sex and I think that’s what makes them so special. They’re really sweet and good natured and you get to see that part of them more freely during sex as contrary to the belief of Capricorn in the 8th these natives are tremendously affectionate and loving during sex. I will say that they get sad or more serious after climax and I have no idea wether Saturn does that or if it’s something deeper. They may be a bit on the smaller side when it comes to sexual organs in most cases but they know how to use it for sure. They are very horny like the goat

Cancer rising men: in my experience? I’ve dealt with some who have cap and others who have aqua in the 8th, for some reason the result is still similar in a way. They can be soooo receptive, they know what you need better than you do. They are present but not overbearing. They feel parental but in a way that feeds the parts of you that felt like they were missing something. I’d say sex always comes with a lesson with them. It’s never just casual sex. They tend to nurture during sex and can be very emotionally deep and connective during. They are definitely the type you spend the night with naturally or hang out with the next few days or unexpectedly end up dating. The sexual organs are usually pretty unique! Some curve, some have like those cute beauty marks on em. They also tend to be well hung.

Leo rising men: in my experience? I found them to be distant, perplexing and heavy. They seem a bit disengaged but can have moments of affectionate behavior and romantic burst that come from nowhere. Sexually though they can be passive, they feel real wet and liquidy I dunno how to describe it. Sex with them just feels very moist and like there’s a lot of fluids everywhere but idk it doesn’t feel like a bad thing. They precum a lot and can be very submissive. They are not horny per say? They are more on the “if you wanna” side of things. So Neptune and Jupiter rule Pisces so as you can already imagine these men tend to be packing some heat. They sorta dunno how to use it though? For some reason they have a very clumsy way of having sex as if they’ve never done it before? They don’t really have boundaries either so you’ll need to make sure to ask them if they’re okay cause a lot of the time they might not be.

Virgo rising men: in my experience? I’m gonna try and not be biased. These men are very ethereal. They are very quiet and genuine. They have this very honest and blunt way about doing and saying things. They carry a lot of pain though and you can see it in their eyes which I will say they have very intense eyes. Sexually? They are VERY passionate. They treat sex like a sport but not a fun sport, rather they treat it like a life or death ring match. They definitely pack a punch and will rock your shit. They can be deeply sensitive and intimate all the while being completely in tune with every part of you during sex in such a way that’ll make you feel like you’re freefalling. The genitals in my experience are veiny, very masculine in the way they look. Every time I see a guy with a Virgo rising it never ceases to amaze me how rough and aggressive their penis are. They are also very intense ejaculators and can be very big on equal ejaculation(my pleasure is your pleasure theme) contrary to the Aries myth, they can go and go and go for hours without cumming so as a warning please try and build your stamina

Libra rising men: in my experience? Confused? They can seem like they’re waiting for something to start but also won’t do anything to make something start. They can seem aggressive but are secretly hoping you make the first move. They are very touchy and very adorable in their being but they definitely can be the types to let the other person take the lead. One thing I’ve always liked about libra rising men is their cute butts and their charming way of seducing you without oversexualizing the situation. Sexually they are AMAZING Jesus. Once you get them going they will really run rampant. They are very sensual and they love slow touching and intimacy. They are emotionally present and can have a personality change during sex, they turn into a whole other Individual. A warning I will say is that they get very caught up in the moment and you’ll have to snap them out of it from time to time if they’re to caught up in the pleasure. They’re sexual organs like most fixed signs is pretty thick and heavy. In my experience the length is normal but the girth is what will really kill yah.

Scorpio rising men: in my experience? Fuck these guys are HOT. They don’t have to try very hard either which is annoying, they literally just exude this strong, mysterious and emotionally unavailable energy that makes you want to strip right in front of them. Are they into you? Do they care? Are you more into it then them? Who knows and they probably won’t tell you. They can be very manipulative and tend to gaslight(and I’m not joking about this nor am I jokingly using the term) they tend to have mental detachments from their emotions which can give them sociopath like tendecies. Sexually they are curious, very control oriented. They want to watch you go crazy so most times they leave you in charge. Riding is one of their favorite positions because they get to see you fein for them. They are senstive to your feelings during sex but don’t mistake this for them being emotionally invested in you, the Gemini in their 8th house is playing whatever role gets you to respond in the way they desire. They are very loving nonetheless when they do truly care for you. The sexual organs are usually very thick. I think they’re the ones who invented the word chode. The penis tends to be girthy and also has a pretty good length to it, and they definitely know how to work it.

Sagittarius rising men: in my experience? These guys are some fucking heartthrobs! I hate to say it but man they are so rugged and masculine you can’t help but love their boyish nature. They are definitely obnoxious, loud and ridiculously dense when it comes to reading the room. What makes them so hot though is how reckless they are with all things. They don’t give a shit. Sexually though? Emotions run HIGH they tend to be very drawn to feminine energy. A lot of guys like this adore feminity in all forms be it in men or women. If you have that feminine glow to you, they’ll eat you up. They tend to have a strong desire to impregnate and the idea of being connected and having that sort of emotional receptivity with the person their fucking drives them wild. They are very intense sexually and can be very overwhelming the first few times mainly because adjusting to them is impossible, you never know what emotional spectrum you’ll get. Their sexual organs aren’t that big, sometimes they can be girthy but most times long and or average size tends to be what I see more. Are they good at using it? Yeah, you’ll fall asleep right after trust me.

Capricorn rising men: in my experience? They are very unassuming. They are so fucking calm, so fucking unmoved and so fucking ahead of you every time. They don’t rush things and can really make you feel so comfortable with how respectful and real they are. They have a very boy next door or upstairs neighbor vibe to them. Sleeping with them feels naughty sometimes other times it feels like it was a long build up. Sexually they are exhibitionist. They definitely will fill the hell out of you with their more modest persona at first. They want to enjoy all parts of your body but they also want the show to be about them. They want to hear you want them, how good they make you feel, they want it to feel like a performance where the crowd is watching. And dare I say they are constantly mastering their art, sex gets better and better and better with them. There’s never a dull moment and every time they have sex with you it gets more personal, more intense, more all consuming. They have a high libido and they are practically insatiable. They are selfish but I will say this, if you can’t get them off they definitely will do it themselves. Their sexual organs are often brighter than the other parts of their body. Very pretty too look at and also a bit on the hairy side.

Aquarius rising men: In my experience? They can seem really standoffish and for a good reason. They tend not to like ignorance and the more they see you trying hard to relate to them the less they’ll acknowledge you. They like the idea of someone who is down for them but not the idea of someone who is groveling, don’t and I mean don’t by any means act like a fan. They tend to run hot and cold for ever even if they like you. Sexually they can be meticulously planning the whole thing. The meet up, the positions, the foreplay all of it. They tend to need warnining or to know both parties had time to clean up. They’re not ones for sex on the fly or random sex as it can lead to a lot of unnecessary accidents. They’re attentive and very much the types to make you feel like you’re clay and you’re being sculpted into something magnificent. Their amazing at sex, they are like gallileo, or Mozart when it comes to the act. They move around your body like a serpent, then a leaf in the wind, than rain touching your skin. They are more focused on your pleasure than theirs so orgasms/reaching climax can be tough for them. The sexual organs are pretty small or average in most cases. If mars/Jupiter or Neptune/Uranus is there that augments things.

Pisces rising men: In my experience? They are definitely ass men. Everything revolves around booty. They are definitely soft and very sweet, but they have a sweetness to them that is fake. The real them is far more serious and self aware then they give off. They know what they’re doing and they know what you’re doing, so don’t ever be fooled by the veil they put up. They’re incredible receptive and sensitive and a lot of their internal feelings come out at some point just not at the moment it needs to. Sexually they can very hotel sex types. Like I don’t know how to really explain it and it’s so opposite of what you would expect of libra but they are very impersonal people. Like sex can feel very romantic and as if they are treating you like a significant other but something about it is detached, far away and unavailable. They are good at creating the engagement aspect of sex but can fall short at the emotional part which is semi-strange considering what you’ll get up to that point. They are very experienced but at the same time they may need to be taught to connect a little deeper or to open up more. They have very soft and gentle sexual styles that will still make you feel cared for but sometimes in the back of it all you’ll still feel that “I’m fucking a stranger” vibe. Their sexual organs tend to be very beautiful, nice length and nice width. They’ll definitely be a lot better at the sex part once you guys are committed though.

So obviously this is a general word of mouth and does not take into account planets being in the 8th house nor does it mention decans which can greatly alter much of what I’ve said. And honestly you can apply the decan rule here if you’d like! Simply use the decan lord so if they’re a third decan Virgo rising and have Aries in the third decan in their 8th house which is Aries/Sagittarius: you would mix those interpretations. Anyways hope this helps love.

[frankierose]

its valentines day.

you know what that means!!!

thinking (and writing) about all my favorite btvs ships and the songs that remind me of them!!!!! *heart shaped confetti flies in the air and pollutes your brain*

this is going to be a hell of a long post so i'm cutting it off in case you dont want to scroll for 20 hours. lets get started!! (there's no specific order for the ships btw. i did not feel like organizing them)

Willow/Tara

Why Do You Let Me Stay Here? by She & Him Why don't you sit right down and stay a while? / We like the same things and I like your style / It's not a secret / Why do you keep it? / I'm just sitting on the shelf

i could go on and on about this song its SOOO FUCKING GOOD, but overall it just reminds me very much of willow as a whole tbh. i think it fits both willow/oz and willow/tara, but certain lines just work better with the latter so thats why its under tillow! it just fits the homey little sweet vibe that the two of them have. also the lines I think you're just so pleasant / I would like you for my own reminds me of this ICONIC scene between the two of them I LOVE THEM SO MUCH YOU GUYS

Spring Cleaning by Jack Stauber You don't wanna listen / You just wanna always sing the words I say / So you can tuck them all away (way) / And save them for a spring cleaning day

yes i said i love them and yes this song is terribly sad and angsty. it just makes me think of the fucking flower that willow uses in a spell on tara to make her forget about being angry at her, and then the whole tabula rasa thing......... AHH :(

Xander/Anya

Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes) by Edison Lighthouse She talks kinda lazy / And people say she's crazy / And her life's a mystery / Oh, but love grows where my Rosemary goes, and nobody knows like me

xanya is actually not one of my fav ships simply because i cant STAND what xander did to her at their WEDDING in front of all those PEOPLE. BUT. this song literally fits them so well - it's about an average joe (like xander) being positively absolutely in love with a girl who's said to be weird and crazy (like anya!) but hes okay with the crazy because nobody knows her love like he does the lines I'm a lucky fella / And I just gotta tell her / That I love her endlessly make me melt because xander would totally fucking say that AAGGHH its such a sweet song and i think it highlights the nicer parts of their relationship

Willow/Anya + Willow/Cordelia

Puppy Princess by Hot Freaks Hold me / Hold me, I'm your bunny / Tell me I'm not funny / Tell me I'm legit

i couldn't decide if this fit willow/anya more or willow/cordelia more so i'm putting it in BOTH. in my mind the song is from the perspective of willow, trying her best to ignore her feelings for anya/cordelia when they're in their relationships with xander, but she ends up fantasizing about being with them in the chorus and its very messy because she knows it'll never happen :( also, i think the bunny line is funny because of anya's inescapable fear of bunnies. anyways all of xanders exes (if you could call willow an ex?) should be dating. WLW FTW WOOOO YEAHHH

Darla/Drusilla

Always Forever by Cults You know you've got me in your pocket / You don't just have to wait around / You know I've got you in my locket / Just come here and we can settle down

i actually don't have much to say about this one LOL. i just think the lyrics fit them really well as per usual the eerie, sort of unhealthy and vaguely codependent vibe of the song reminds me of them! thats all!

Buffy/Angel

When the Day Met the Night by Panic! at the Disco So she said, "That's okay / As long as you can make a promise not to break / My little heart or leave me all alone / In the summer."

i think i've spoken on here about my distaste for bangel but sometimes it does manage to enthrall me (like dracula) and this is definitely one of those cases i am just a sucker for moon/sun parallels dude - while normally angel would be the moon and buffy would be the sun imo cause... yk, creature of the night, blonde fiery kickass lady; they're switched in this song (which i also feel oddly fits them?) but honestly if you haven't listened to this song before i suggest listening to it rn because you'll see what i mean when it reminds me of bangel ITS SO BANGEL-Y. just look at these lyrics: Well, he was just hangin around / Then he fell in love / And he didn't know how / But he couldn't get out you can't tell me that that doesn't remind you of angel and his curse!!!! you cannot i won't believe you

Faith/Buffy

Twilight by Bôa Your feelings and mine are all holy but / You know and I know it's untrue because / When day dawns, you're there lying with me / And the dawn can fly away

i made a fuffy post with lyrics from this song a few days(?) ago so i think this was kind of to be expected but OH WELL i THINK the song is literally about a girl who's having an affair??? with a man who's in a relationship with a woman. he loves his spouse/girlfriend, but he also loves the singer (and the singer loves him back) thats what i gathered, it's a kind of confusing song BUT i read it as faith singing about buffy, who takes the place of the 'man' in the song, dealing with her feelings for buffy and being jealous of angel because buffy seems to love him more than she may love her. it's gay and angry just like faith! very good song All I Wanted by Paramore Think of me, when you're out, when you're out there / I'll beg you nice from my knees / And when the world treats you way too fairly / Well, it's a shame, I'm a dream

i just cannot help but imagine faith screaming this song at the top of her lungs i think the song's about a break up but to me it's about faith missing out on her chance to become (girl)friends with buffy because she sorta. yk...... was evil and killed people she just wanted someone who understood her :( buffy was her best shot at that considering they had the whole slayer thing in common, but everything got messed up AND ITS SAD

Spike/Buffy (buckle your seatbelts people. these bitches are gonna have a lot)

First Love / Late Spring by Mitski One word from you and I would / Jump off of this ledge I'm on, baby / Tell me don't so I can crawl back in

is mitski an obvious and stereotypical choice for spuffy? yes. am i writing about it anyway? also yes because AAGHGHHRHGHHJJJJAH this song is actually in my buffy playlist because a lot of it just feels like HER and not spuffy, but i'm obligated to put it here because it is spuffy...esque. the chorus makes me think of buffy trying desperately to cut things off with spike in s6 but she keeps being pulled back. for example: Please hurry, leave me / I can't breathe / Please don't say you love me these lyrics remind me very much of that one scene (i cannot remember what episode it was from for the life of me) where spike starts to say i love you, but buffy cuts him off because she just can't bear to hear it very spuffy-y. thats all

Introduction to the Snow by Miracle Musical A part of thee in the key of what we know to be every part without me / Knows only two can make it light / You'll live forever tonight

That Scene in chosen. do i have to explain myself any further than that

No Children by The Mountain Goats And I hope when you think of me years down the line / You can't find one good thing to say / And I hope if I found the strength to walk out / You'd stay the hell out of my way

i contemplated putting this in the spangel category for a moment but then i thought nah. this is spuffy at its core, at its rawest moments if you haven't listened to this song before once again i suggest you listen to it because i don't think it needs much explaining once you hear all the lyrics hand in unloveable hand you guyyyys :(

The Masochism Tango by Tom Lehrer Bash in my brain, and make me scream with pain / Then kick me once again / And say we'll never part / I know too well, I'm underneath your spell / So if you smell something burning, it's my heart

the joke is that buffy beats spike up and he probably gets off on it. buffy knows this.

Spike/Angel(us)

Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge I want to hold you close / Skin pressed against me tight / Lie still, close your eyes girl / So lovely, it feels so right

originally i thought of this as an early spuffy song (i still kind of do, esp with the lyrics It's only just a crush, it'll go away - very spike-y) but then i thought about it in a spangelus sort of way and i was like. yeah. the song is about wild evil sexy .... sex. angelus and spike definitely had Relations we all know this and i think their relationship would be wild and evil and probably dangerous!!!! that's it that's the whole segment

Cordelia/Willow

Giving Into the Love by AURORA Someone out there is trying / To find somebody whole who is not dying / But everybody cries and nobody comforts / The television lies and now my mind hurts

i love this song and this ship so fucking much for me the way the song could be interpreted as wildelia is that they're both letting their walls come down together and giving into the love, not caring about anything anymore or how they could be perceived by the world cordelia, as we know, before she gets with xander, is very conscious about her social status and always wants to be wanted and loved, even if she doesn't have any real friends. she was very lonely willow was also very lonely for other reasons - she was unpopular and practically just another face in the crowd - her only friend was her childhood friend, xander and i think they could bond over that loneliness! i think together they could be free!! like the lyrics say: I've never had the world, so why change for it? it could also be interpreted as them understanding the fact that they're both queer and have feelings for each other. at first its scary and confusing, but eventually they get together and are the happiest they've ever been :]

She by Dodie And I'll be okay / Admiring from afar / Cause even when she's next to me / We could not be more far apart

to me this song would be sung by a crush-ridden willow who is so annoyed at herself for falling for her biggest bully, cordelia she tries to convince herself it's nothing but she can't help listing off all the things that make her beautiful in her head. eventually they'd become quiet allies and even friends, and her crush just grows, even though she knows it will never be requited :( (OR WILL IT?!?!?!?! DUN DUN DUN)

The Way I Feel Inside by The Zombies In your mind / Could you ever be, really close to me? / I can tell the way you smile / If I feel that I / Could be certain, then / I would say the things I want to say tonight

basically the same premise as the previous song! i think it could be taken as either cordy or willow singing though OR BOTH OF THEM! they're gay and they don't think either of them like the other that's the idea i'm going with

Joyfulthought by Mom I know it's weird / To say you changed me / But things have been really hard for me lately / I don't need anything, just when you talk to me / I can't believe anyone would ever be that nice to me

i LOVE this song, it makes me think of cordelia singing about/to willow it starts out as this sort of reluctant like... 'you make me feel so weird but it's a good weird' feeling for her whenever she's around willow, and then she starts to realize that she loves her, and she really enjoys spending time with her and that she's made her a better person even though she didn't think she needed it. and then they kiss and muah muah muah and they love each other happy endings for all

Buffy/Tara

Chiquitita by ABBA Chiquitita, you and I cry / But the sun is still in the sky and shining above you / Let me hear you sing once more, like you did before / Sing a new song, chiquitita

this song makes me think of tuffy because of the pure happiness it brings me just how tuffy does :D /hj for reals though, it's about the singer comforting their 'chiquitita' - which is spanish for 'little one' - but it reminds me of when tara comforts buffy semi-regularly in.... i THINK season six. its a sweet and kind song just like tara! it makes me imagine them dancing in a field and laughing and now i'm tearing up cause i just love them so much!!! arrhghhghhh!!!!

Spike/Xander

If We Were Gay by Ninja Sex Party You know, a lot of people come up to us and say / "Hey Danny Sexbang Xander and Ninja Brian Spike / You guys wear a lot of spandex and live together / Are you gay?" / Pfft, I have to laugh

could you imagine that? if they were gay??? i love spander very much and i think that xander would totally sing this to show his 'support' to a very embarrassed but grateful willow and also make fun of his boyfriend spike that's literally all the reasoning i have

Buffy/Willow

Ugly by Nicole Dollanganger You said they make fun of your body / Humiliation in your eyes when you told me / Well I'm gonna find them, don't you worry / I'll make sure they're really fucking sorry

this would be really early billow, like s1. buffy is really protective of her best friend who she totally isn't in love with and knows how much shit people give willow at school and she's this close to bashing all their skulls in another tidbit of lyrics from the song that really sounds like buffy: Anything that is beautiful / People want to break / And you are beautiful, I'm afraid

We're Going To Be Friends by The White Stripes Walk with me, Suzy Lee / Through the park and by the tree / We will rest upon the ground / And look at all the bugs we found / Safely walk to school without a sound

this could also be a willow/xander song but i do not like willow/xander i think they're much better as friends so BILLOW IT IS! this song just makes me feel all cozy like buffy and willows friendship :] i just think they're neat! it's a very cute song for very cute ladies

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that's all i've got for now but i may post more songs later if this post does well and you guys enjoy it!!! happy valentines day :D

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Nalu Yakuza Au *cover art by @jmoart214 💜

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The tit for tat game was well known to both of their top confidants and lieutenants because it had been going on ever since Natsu and Lucy broke up. Plus, it was hard to get around such knowledge considering most of them came from the same neighborhoods. These intrigues ebbed and flowed like waves. Months could pass by without any interactions between the two, at other times they’d go back and forth continuously until one of them finally gave up, and on the odd occasion ended in a huge fight that led to another round of ignoring each other. Up until now, it had been kind of amusing to watch them torture each other because it was better than a drama shows on television. But that didn’t mean Natsu, and Lucy’s friends didn’t worry about one or both being truly hurt one day because of it.

“It’s fine,” Natsu rolled his eyes as Gray chastised him after the soapland incident. The two men were at Natsu’s home after work hours and supposed to be relaxing. But clearly his friend didn’t want to drop the subject. “What’s the big deal?”

“Dude, you let yourself be blindfolded in a public space! Have you forgotten what kind of business we’re in? What if it had been an assassin instead?”

“Oh, that’s just ridiculous. We’re talking about Lucy’s company, and I trust their security measures because she has just as much to lose if a hit took place there.”

“Still, you should be more careful, at least take a bodyguard with you…”

Natsu’s eyebrow twitched in irritation. “And what, so they can watch the show? We got any voyeurs on the payroll? Cause I can’t think of anyone here who’d wanna see another guy getting his balls fondled!”

Gray ran a hand down his face. “So not the mental image I wanted. You’re missing the point.” He sighed. “Natsu you are the head of this clan, and your safety is my top priority.”

“I get it, I get it,” Natsu drawled.

“And frankly,” Gray continued, “you’ve become distracted by her lately.”

“Tch! No, I haven’t!”

“Yeah, you are. You think I haven’t noticed? I know you drive by her place sometimes. I know you’ve followed her to that coffee shop she likes to frequent. But ever since her employee was robbed, things have escalated again.”

“You’re imagining things and apparently spying on me. I’m just keeping an eye on the competition.”

“Watching over you is my job! That’s not spying.” Gray crossed his arms. “And oh, it’s no doubt that you’re keeping an eye on her. That’s why you went to Katsunuma’s party and to soapland too. The problem is you’re getting sloppy and sloppy gets people killed.”

Natsu groaned. “Are you done yet? We’re supposed to be enjoying the baseball game, not psychoanalyzing my life.”

“Almost.” Gray placed a hand on his friends’ knee and leaned in. “Natsu, you’ve been chasing that tail since high school, just lock her down and convince her to work together already.”

Natsu snorted a laugh. “Gray we all grew up together, so what in all these years makes you think that’s a possibility? You know damn well Lucy’s not a woman you can control without her consent.” Natsu knew that, and frankly he loved that part of her. In fact, it made him even more fired up whenever he thought about it, just like a treasure you don’t just find but must win at the end of a game. “I’ll find a way, some day.”

“Well until that day arrives, could you promise me you’ll be more cautious?”

“Fine, fine,” Natsu waved his hand. “I’ll back off of Lucy for now.”

“Good.” Gray relaxed back onto his recliner thinking the drama was over.

“However, there is a new guy I want surveillance placed on.”

“Who?”

“The bartender from the party.”

Gray groaned. “Seriously? Why? He’s just a bartender!”

“I don’t trust him.”

“Was he spiking the drinks or something? Dealing drugs at the party?”

“Maybe.”

Gray huffed. “You really gonna try that? Do I look like an idiot? This is just straight jealousy talking.”

“I don’t care! I want someone to dig up what they can on the guy!”

“No, what you wanna know is if he fucked Lucy that night!”

Natsu jumped up with his fists clenched. “Fuck you!”

“Fuck you too!” Gray stood up and matched his boss’s energy. “Unless you give me a damn good reason to check into him, I’m not wasting my guy’s time! You might be the boss, but don’t you fucking forget who you’re talking to! I’m not some punk off the streets!”

Realizing he was taking things too far, Natsu sat back down. “Sorry.”

Gray sighed and plopped back down too. “I only joined because you asked me to and you’re my best friend, then I helped you build this new empire, so I’m just as invested in protecting it as you are. But Natsu, personal emotions have led to the downfall of many in this business, and as a friend, I’ll check you any time I think you’re going to far.”

“You’re right…” Natsu sighed too. “She just gets me so worked up.”

“Don’t I know it,” Gray laughed, but stopped when Natsu glared at him. “Sorry, it slipped out.”

“But I swear, there’s something suspicious about him. When he saw me, I thought he just reacted because he thought I was Lucy’s boyfriend or something, but the more I think about it, he might have recognized me.”

“Well, that wouldn’t necessarily be suspicious either.”

“True. But the look in his eyes just made me wonder.”

“Alright…” Gray groaned, “if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll have someone do some digging. So, you said he has orange hair and glasses, and the name on his tag was Loke?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s an unusual name, shouldn’t be too hard to check on.”

Over the course of a couple of weeks, Gray sent out feelers for any information on this Loke guy. Katsunuma junior gave them their first small lead that the bartender had worked the party through a local food catering company. That catering company was a legitimate business who had both full-time staff as well as independent contractors brought in per event as needed. Loke had been one of the latter. From there Gray obtained a last name, de Lioncourt.

According to his sources at the local precinct, Loke de Lioncourt had no rap sheet, no prior dealings with police, and for all they knew was an average citizen. The man’s Line blog profile listed him as a 28-year-old, Japanese/French American, model and bartender, and it was filled with pictures from events, parties, as well as many gorgeous women— none of which contained Lucy. But as Gray trolled through the man’s feed, he did come across one person he recognized and passed the information along to Natsu.

“Wow, she’s in a bunch of photos,” Natsu mumbled as he scrolled through the blog.

“Well, considering Cana’s reputation are you surprised. Parties and alcohol are the two things that woman lives for.” Gray laughed. “Now see, this makes sense to me. Lucy and him, not so much.”

“Tch… still pisses me off he even tried.”

“Lucy’s a free woman, she can go out with whoever she wants to.”

“We’ll see about that,” Natsu mumbled low.

“What was that?” Gray asked with a raised brow.

“Nothing.”

“Better be nothing, cause this is a dead end. He’s just a flirty bartender. It’s how they make tips.”

“Yeah, yeah, fine.” Natsu sat back in his chair. “So, back to business. What this I heard about some missing stock?”

“Oh, right. One of the warehouse clerks noticed a shortage, but when I checked with Yura, he said the books were fine. I had him show it to me, and it appears the numbers were just inverted by accident. So, instead of 185 kilos, it’s supposed to be 158 kilos.”

“Did you talk to the clerk again? Does he have any history of messing up like this?”

“Nah, he’s one of our better clerks.”

“Just keep an eye on it.”

“Sure thing, boss. By the way, have you seen Gajeel today?” Gray questioned. “I haven’t seen him.”

“He called me this morning said he wasn’t feeling well, thinks he ate something bad for dinner last night.”

“Tch, seriously? Thought he had an iron stomach?”

Natsu shrugged. “Must’a been some bad sushi or something. We ain’t got much happening today, so it’s fine. Anything else? I got some stuff I need to finish.”

Gray tapped his chin. “Just a reminder you have an appointment with our tech guy dropping by later this week to go over some upgrades on the system.”

“Like I’m supposed to know anything about that stuff, it’s what I pay him for.”

“You still gotta approve it,” Gray shrugged and took his leave.

Once the man was completely out of the office, Natsu opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a nondescript box he’d hidden inside. He grinned to himself. It was time to make another special delivery. Even though he’d told Gray he was backing off the whole Lucy and Loke subject, there was no way he was gonna let it slide. Natsu didn’t care if the man seemed legit, and he wasn’t the first nor would probably be the last that he’d eventually scared away. And besides, being a Yakuza boss had a lot of down times too, easily filled with having a little fun.

Today’s little care package was being sent to Lucy by a courier service and Natsu just had to drop it off to the delivery company. Just a normal company like Kuroneko Yamato so it wouldn’t rouse too many suspicions. It was turning into a fun game for him just coming up with ideas of what he could do to rile Lucy up or irritate this Loke guy. Natsu chuckled to himself. So far, his favorite prank was a box of small sized condoms and a bottle of enhancement pills that he’d had delivered to Loke while on the job at another party. He’d even snuck in to watch it delivered, gaining a good laugh when the man took a peek in the box and frowned at its contents.

It was childish, but Natsu didn’t care. Every day for two weeks now, something new was sent to Loke. Random gifts like children’s candy to a toy gun, a big bottle of lubricant wrapped in a bow, a week’s worth of meals sent for lunch one day, even an empty box with rocks inside it just to drive the man crazy wondering who in the world was sending them. Lucy too wasn’t immune to his pranks, though hers had a different feel to them. Flowers with no note attached. Tickets to a canceled show he made up. A supposed dinner invite from Loke that wasn’t real— okay that was to test her, but she didn’t fall for it. And today’s little care package fit right into his prank scheme.

Natsu dropped off the package at a Kuroneko Yamato office with the address instructions already filled out and paid the company’s employee extra to keep their mouths shut. ‘She’s gonna kill me one day,’ he laughed to himself as he rode back to his office. ‘If it’s suffocation by her boobs it wouldn’t be a bad way to go!’

“Anymore stops sir?” The driver asked Natsu.

“Nope. Back to the office.”

He looked at his watch. The package should be arriving at Lucy’s office within the hour. Give or take another to open it, and by 4pm he would be receiving another phone call. Maybe he won’t answer it. Oh, that would piss her off even more! ‘Well, if she’d just take the hint...’

The afternoon was supposed to be mellow at headquarters that day. No shipments, and no appointments. But when Natsu got back, another general in the organization named Jellal Fernandez came to his office to inform him of a problem. One of the new local restaurants in their territory was refusing to cooperate and he wanted to know how Natsu wanted it handled. They were right in the middle of discussing it, when Natsu’s office door flew open with a loud bang!

In stomped Lucy who immediately threw a box at his head, causing Natsu to duck and Jellal to pull his gun.

“Don’t!” Natsu screamed at his general and motioned for him to stand down, to which the man complied. “Do you have a death wish Lucy!”

“Get. Out.” She snapped at the general. “Get out! This is between me and your boss!”

Jellal looked to Natsu, who nodded his head to scram. “I got this, don’t worry.” The man holstered his gun and left, but Natsu could see he’d stayed right outside of the now closed door.

“I take it you didn’t like the gift,” Natsu pretended to stay calm.

“Gee, me throwing it at you give you that impression? I know it’s you sending all these damn deliveries to me and Loke. That needs to stop now!”

He crossed his arms and scoffed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Play dumb all you want. Just stop! Why are you even doing this?!”

“Take a guess,” he sneered back.

“I could’ve sworn we were adults now, but apparently I’m the only one who grew up. Stay out of my love life Natsu!”

“So, you admit you’re sleeping with the guy!”

“That’s none of your damn business! I can fuck whoever I want!”

“Not as long as I’m alive,” Natsu growled back.

Lucy crossed her arms. “That could be arranged.”

“Is that a threat?!”

“Yes! If you don’t stay out of my love life!”

“A woman shouldn’t be sleepi—”

“Don’t you finish that sentence!” Lucy grabbed a stapler that was within reach and chucked it at Natsu’s head. “Stop trying to control me!”

“Are you crazy?!”

At that moment, Gray barged into the room. He’d heard the screaming from the other side of the office, and when he got close enough to see Jellal standing outside the door, he became alarmed. Why would a general leave Natsu vulnerable! The man told him their boss told him to leave, but as the sounds inside escalated, Gray couldn’t wait anymore.

“Stop it!!” Gray got between them. “What are you two doing! Lucy you shouldn’t be here!”

“Then tell your damn boss to leave me the fuck alone!” Lucy spat back. “Ask him how he’s been harassing Loke and me!”

Gray turned to his boss with a groan. “Natsu, we talked about this!”

“Tell Gray what you been doing!” Lucy pressed. “Show him the stupid packages you send!”

“What packages?” Gray looked to Lucy, then repeated the question as he stared at his boss. “What packages?”

“Tch,” Natsu crossed his arms, “it’s not even that bad.”

Lucy stomped over to where the box fell and picked it up, pulling the contents out. “Bullshit!” She snapped as she held up a very racy, red nightie with flame prints, a pair of fluffy handcuffs, and a large dildo. “See this shit?!” Lucy shook the floppy latex toy at Gray before chucking it to the ground again. “He includes messages too,” then handed the man a folded piece of paper.

Gray read it aloud, “to make up for what playboy lacks. Had it custom made to my size wink wink. Ugh, seriously man,” he tossed the letter.

Natsu shrugged. “I was just having fun.”

“This is the yakuza, not a daycare!” Gray snaps. “I’m not here to babysit the boss so he stops harassing the competition! There’s more important business to worry about!”

“That’s right listen to Gray,” Lucy sneered.

Gray turned to her. “Oh, you ain’t innocent either, so don’t even try it. You both do things to purposely rile the other up and get mad when there’s consequences. Stop it!” He looked back and forth between the two. “Just stop it already!”

Natsu and Lucy looked away from the man with scowls on their faces. Neither wanted to admit he was right.

“Jellal,” Gray called out. When the man entered, he instructed him to escort Lucy out of there. “Next time, just call me instead. It’s best you two just stay away from each other. Got it?!”

“Yeah,” Lucy grumped.

“Got it?!” Gray questioned his boss.

“Yeah,” Natsu mumbled.

“Fucking like high school,” Gray ran a hand down his face in irritation. “You two need therapy.”

[lightsovermonaco]

His Good Sweater: Chapter 10

Masterlist

Shoutout to my bestie @acollectionofficsandshit for all the drunk comments she made while betaing this one... Wish you guys could see them lol

Word Count: 4.8k

Recommended song: “Amnesia" by 5SOS

Pierre paces in his dinky trailer at the Circuit of the Americas and desperately tries to forget you exist. He had already taken down the pictures on the wall but the images were burned into his brain. He had shoved your shirt under his bed, having absolutely no idea how it had made its way halfway around the world to taunt him.

He was slowly unraveling like a spool of thread on a loom as you wove him irrevocably into the tapestry of your life.

The race in Austin started in less than two hours and you hadn't texted him. Not once in the handful of years he'd known you had you neglected to wish him luck before a race, even if it was 2 am your time or you had exams, you always took thirty seconds to warn him to be safe and finish well.

He was beginning to think you hated him for how he'd acted at the gala last weekend, jealous and possessive from afar. Talking to you would have been the better choice. But seeing you laugh and dance the night away had hurt too much. He’d slipped out early after Victoria assured him she could find a ride and sped home to fall apart.

He had only barely managed to piece himself together in time for the race.

Pierre checks his phone for the third time in as many minutes and swears under his breath. He didn't know why he expected it to ring and for your face to pop up at this point. Even if you called to tear into him, he'd still fall to his knees at the sound of your voice. He just wanted to hear you speak, didn't care what was said, only that he could latch onto your words and lose himself in them.

Hope sparks when his phone chimes but he nearly throws it across the trailer when he sees Charles' name.

Heard from her yet?

No. At this point I'm beginning to think I never will again.

Maybe she fell asleep early?

It's 5 pm in London. I'll bet you she's eating a bowl of takeout from the Chinese place down the street, not sleeping.

Its still possible. Don't dwell on it. This isn't the headspace you wanna be in before a race. Block it out. I don't wanna see my best friend wind up hurt today.

Pierre didn't reply, if only because Charles was right. Worrying would get him nowhere. After his shitty qualifying yesterday, he started thirteenth on the grid so he had his work cut out for him. Austin offered plenty of opportunity for overtakes; he could get the job done if his team made the right calls. 

And if he made it to the podium, you would have to text him.

The thin mattress groans when he sits to unlace his hastily tied race boots. He folds his legs to sit criss cross and places his palms on his knees. The familiar pose already has some of the tension leaving his shoulders as his eyes slide shut. He breathes in for ten seconds, reflecting on what ails him. He holds the breath for five seconds before releasing it slowly.

He repeats the process until he comes to terms with the fact that you won't be wishing him luck. That was your choice; there was nothing he could do about it and therefore no sense reading into it. He had done all he could to convince you to trust him. The ball was in your court; he had to be patient and wait for you to take a shot.

“Focus,” he murmurs to himself, forcing any erroneous thoughts from his head. “Walk through the track.”

The circuit at Austin was challenging, consisting of a mix of 20 sweeping corners and scattered hairpins. He was almost lucky in a way to be starting so far back on the grid because turn one was only a few hundred meters from pole and their tires would be slightly colder and less grippy upon arrival than his would be. The few extra seconds afforded to him by starting thirteenth could mean the opportunity to leap frog past his rivals in the first corner.

The counterclockwise circuit meant he would have to keep an eye on his front left tire too, as it would wear faster than the others. He'd change gears an average of 66 times per lap, higher than similar length tracks like Monaco. Pit stops cost an average of nineteen seconds, meaning he would need to build a significant gap to the driver chasing him in order to avoid the threat of any undercuts.

There were too many variables occupying space in his mind to afford you a sliver of it.

Some time later he decides that his four leaf clover tucked safely in the worn leather of his wallet will provide all the luck he needs and switches on his pre race playlist after popping in his ear buds.

"Sights on the podium," he murmurs to himself, hand on the doorknob. "Let's race."

The bass flows through him as his feet carry him to the Alpha Tauri garage on autopilot, through the back entrance and to his plain white driver room. The familiar beats are a numbing salve spread on his frayed nerves, his anticipation rising like a crimson wave in his veins. He leaves his clothes in a haphazard heap in the corner and changes into the white fireproofs hanging nearby, thoughts momentarily veering to you knocking on the door and stripping them right back off.

Shaking his head to clear his mind, he runs through his usual stretch sets until Pyry arrives to walk him through reflex exercises.

"How's your head?" Pyry asks, running him through more cool down stretches. "Do we need to take a minute and do some meditation?"

"Beat you to it," Pierre grunts out, pushing back against the hand on his head to work his neck. "I'm good."

"You sound better than you have all week, I'll give you that. Keep that focus, use it to propel yourself forward."

"Run me through the lineup again," Pierre requests, "I need something else to think about."

Because if he let his mind follow the path it wanted to, it would inevitably lead to you and undo the work he had done to avoid that. He needed to be empty of anything that wasn't racing, anything else was an unnecessary distraction that had the potential to end in disaster.

Pyry rattles off the grid in order of who Pierre needs to overtake, pausing between each name to give him time to recall their driving styles and potential chinks in their armor to exploit. He knew from tapes of previous years that Stroll often ran wide into turn one, giving Pierre the option to brake late and sweep up the inside. Vettel was half convinced the track was cursed, so his mind would work against him enough that Pierre could exploit it and get past at some point. He continued until he got to Hamilton and Max locking out the front row, where he would need a bit of luck to overtake.

"You got it?" Pyry asks, stepping back.

Pierre rolls his shoulders and nods. 

"Get shit done mate," Pyry says and bumps fists with his driver. He slips out to allow Pierre a moment to center himself before slipping into his race suit, leaving it half unzipped and tying it around his waist before following his trainer.

Pyry leads the way to where the matte navy and white car waits, mechanics swarming it like studious worker bees tending to their queen. No one talks to him save his engineer because words from anyone else threaten to break his carefully constructed race mentality. If they wanted him to bring home points, they knew to leave him alone once he was suited up.

His mind is blank of anything but statistics as he twists his ear buds in and pulls on his balaclava and helmet. As his vision narrows to the sliver of track he can see through his visor, so does his focus. With forty minutes to lights out, he's directed out onto the track. He rips the wheel to the right as he exits the garage, getting a decent powerslide for his efforts.

There was no doubt in his mind that he would land on the podium, if only to see the look on your face when he did.

**********

It took an unfathomable amount of restraint to keep yourself from calling Pierre to wish him luck.

You texted Max instead, wishing him a safe and comfortable podium a half hour before lights out. He hadn't responded, likely already in the garage with his trainer going through his pre race routine.

The pace Max had set the day before had awarded him pole position and the margin between him and Hamilton had been enough that you were confident in his ability to hold off the Mercedes for all fifty six laps.

If you were honest with yourself, you were disappointed that the Alpha Tauri you so desperately tried to ignore would be starting in thirteenth. You try not to think about it, instead queueing up SkySports and opening your laptop for pre race coverage. You avoid the interviews in favor of listening to the commentators analyze the grid.

"It should be an easy win for Max as long as he fends off Hamilton until the first round of pit stops. The undercut works well here, as Red Bull proved last year, and I'm sure they plan on doing the same thing this year."

You hum in agreement, gingerly sipping your steaming tea. You really ought to consider a career as a sportscaster at this point based on how often you came to the same conclusions they did.

"I think one of the biggest shakeups is Russell starting all the way up in eleventh after his amazing qualifying for Williams yesterday. Think he can hold onto that position?"

"He's got some fierce competition not far behind in the form of Alpha Tauri. Gasly starts thirteenth- surprisingly far back on the grid given the otherwise flawless performance he's shown this year. But it seems likely that he should be able to overtake-"

You flick the tv on mute, unable to stomach listening to them sing his praises. You numb your mind with social media until the Formula 1 theme plays on your laptop, alerting you that there's a few minutes until race start. Tire blankets are peeled off and the drivers weave their way through the formation lap with the exception of Kimi who takes his traditional straight line approach to warm up his supersoft tires. 

Most of the front runners are on ultrasofts, indicating a two stop strategy. It was Pirelli's recommended approach, and you were glad that Horner heeded their advice for once and let Max use the ultras in Q2. It would give Max the upper hand over Hamilton who starts on the yellow sidewall tire and thus slightly slower lap times.

Crofty and Brundle break down the notable turns as the cars line up on the grid, pointing out the sharp hairpin only a few hundred meters from pole position. If Max got away clean, he would be ahead of the cramped pack and have an even better edge over the silver arrows who would be forced to queue behind him.

The traditional "lights out and away we go" kicks off the grand prix, engines roaring into the first turn. Max does manage to get away clean and is awarded with an immediate advantage. Turn one proves tragic for the Alfa Romeo of Raikonnen and the Asthon Martin of Stroll who collide and cause Kimi to spin. They rejoin at the back of the pack, your eyes snagging on the navy and white of an Alpha Tauri as it streams past. 

Your heart spins in a similar fashion when the GAS driver tag leaps up two places in the timing table, suddenly in eleventh due to the incident. Your gaze snaps to the laptop humming on your legs before you remember its Max's driver cam you queued up. The Dutchman is silent as his engineer relays information about the incident and informs him of the widening gap between those chasing him. 

“Confirm received,” Gianpiero says calmly. No matter the situation or how heated Max got, he always kept his head. It was what made the duo such a good match and had likely kept Max from going off the rails on more than one occasion.

“Yeah,” Max says shortly, clearly pissed about how quickly Hamilton was approaching. “Let me know when I’ve got enough charge to get out of range.”

“Yep, will do. Just keep this pace and you’ll hold him at bay.”

Live coverage replays the incident between Stroll and Raikonnen from the view of onboard with Pierre. The instant the 10 on the halo appears in the center of your screen you suck in a breath. He yanks the wheel to avoid colliding with Ocon, who had to do the same to keep from hitting his teammate as they navigate through the carnage.

You chew on your lip and try to refocus on the battle between the front runners. Not much is happening in the midfield for the next thirty or so laps and Max just barely manages to build a solid enough gap between himself and Hamilton to dive into the pits comfortably without losing places. 

Your phone rings and you answer it without checking who it was as the only person you wouldn't answer was currently occupied.

"Hello?"

"Why the fuck didn't they pit Daniel?!"

You grin, noting the blistering beginning on his front left tire as SkySports switches to his onboard camera. "Because he's about to pass Charles," you tell Dan's girlfriend. She didn't call you often during races. It was likely that she knew you were nearing your wits end and this was her way of offering support.

"He won't be able to with those tires- oh." She breaks off when Daniel passes a DRS detection zone and his rear wing opens, allowing him to pass the Monegasque with ease. 

"Told you," you say with a touch of reprimand. "You're always too nervous about those things. Daniel knows how to drive, just trust him to get the job done and he'll bring home another trophy for your apartment."

"I don't live here," she points out and you roll your eyes. She had lived in London as long as you had known her, but she was almost always at Daniel's apartment whether he was in town or not. Daniel digs in as the camera follows him for a lap, highlighting the widening gap between the McLaren and the Ferrari.

"You basically do. At this point, you're paying rent for a dusty one bedroom apartment on the east side that you set foot in maybe once a month." She scoffs but you push on, "a waste of sterling if you ask me, when you're at Daniel's every time I ask you to do anything."

"You act like I never- there goes Pierre!"

His name sparks dread in your gut as your attention flicks back to the screen in time to see him overtake Bottas on the inside of turn one. He'd managed to claw up to fifth with the move, somehow gaining places while you weren't looking.

"Good for him," you croak, trying your best to be genuinely happy for him. He was pushing the car to the limit and you'd be amazed if he didn't wind up on the podium along with Dan and Max. Charles and Hamilton were the only ones in his way, and something told you Charles wouldn’t put up much of a fight when his mate reached his gearbox. Hamilton would prove a challenge but he had been making tiny mistakes all day. Nothing significant, though enough to add up to him barely holding onto second while Daniel rode his gearbox.

"He's got ten laps to get past those two," she murmurs as if momentarily forgetting you were on the phone. 

"Can we talk about literally anything else please?" You whisper, half tempted to shut off the race completely. 

"Babe, you have to face the music at some point. Either you never want to see him again or you love him, which is it?"

She never failed to be anything but brutally honest. You appreciate it because everyone else let you brush off your problems, but she called you on your bullshit. She would needle you about it until you folded.

"I think it's better for both of us if I pretend we never met, don't you?"

"Easier for you, yes," she agrees. "But it'll kill Pierre. You don't think you could keep in touch with him, just as friends?"

"I don't know if I can handle that. I can barely look at him without wanting to bawl my eyes out."

She sighs, pausing to contemplate what to say. Voice soft, she continues, "Why don't you just take him back? Clearly it's ruining both of you. Are you really gonna let the press wreck the best you ever had? I know its hard but-"

"I'm not like you," you cut in. "I can't just ignore the articles and the comments and pretend there aren't people out there that hate me for being with him. They came to my house, disrupted my family. Hell, Ben can't even go to school without being mobbed by his classmates demanding answers. If my suffering is what allows my family to go about their lives then so be it."

"If that's what you wanna believe."

You sigh, tangling your fingers in the hem of your shirt. "It is."

"Alright," she says, voice teetering on a knife's edge. "I know better than to try to change your mind when you're like this. He's on the podium by the way. Oh, and watch what you say to Max- Pierre will read into it."

She hangs up without a goodbye, leaving you to deal with the realization that the podium is indeed VER RIC GAS on your own. Your eyes are glued to the Red Bull and McLaren drivers, blatantly ignoring the one in the white suit as the anthems play and the champagne is sprayed, turning away to busy yourself with making coffee when Daniel hands his liquid filled race boot to third place.

You weren't quite sure how you were supposed to watch what you said to Max- there was no reason to in your mind. Max was your next closest friend on the grid and you had every right to congratulate him if you wanted to.

Resolute in your decision, you text Max and Daniel a quick congratulations before shutting off the TV and closing your laptop.

Max's insane custom ringtone he'd selected for himself nearly makes you jump out of your skin when it blares from your phone.

"Hey great race-"

"Did you see it? I wasn't sure if you'd watch it- did you see my move on Hamilton when he tried to get past me?" He was talking a mile a minute like he was still out on track. "I was like- and then Dan tried to overtake me on the final lap and I was like no way! And then-"

"Max," you chime in, dragging out the 'a' with a sing-song voice. "You're rambling."

"Oh right. Yeah but I made it! Led every lap and finished with another win."

"That's great." You force as much enthusiasm in the words as possible, trying to match his chaotic energy. "You did great. I know it probably doesn't mean much, but I'm proud to be your friend. You beat a world champ!"

"It means a lot-" 

"Who's that?"

You stiffen at the familiar cadence. You had assumed Max was back in the garage when he called, but he must have still been in the podium room. You could picture him in his race suit, smudges of grease and dirt staining the pristine white. Beads of sweat probably ran down his neck, begging to be brushed away by your tongue. 

"Uh, no one," Max says in a lame attempt to cover up his digression. "I gotta go," he whispers to you. 

"Let me talk-"

"Wait don't," you start, but the call ends abruptly and you blink. You stare down at your phone, completely dumbfounded. Of course his instinct would be to talk to you, to share the euphoria of a podium with you. It was the first victory in three years he wouldn't have you to celebrate with.

It was only a matter of time until his resolve popped like the cork on his champagne.

**********

Pierre's phone is in his hand as soon as Max hangs up. He hefts his trophy in the other, a wild grin on his sweaty face as he snaps a picture. He makes sure he's the only one in the frame, shamelessly wanting himself to be the center of your attention.

"Mate," Daniel pipes up, catching his eye, "you think that's a good idea?" 

Pierre sighs, cutting the Australian a glare. "I'm just trying to fill her in."

"Wasn't your plan to give her space?"

"It's been a week, isn't that long enough?"

"Take it from me, sometimes it takes months for someone to figure things out. Hell, you know how long it took me to sort through my feelings for-"

"I know," Pierre cuts in. "I know. I just- a snap can't hurt can it? C'mon, I just got a podium! If it goes bad I can blame it on the post race jitters."

Daniel holds up his hands and shrugs. "You're a grown man. Do what you want."

Pierre studies the photo, scrutinizing the way his hair was plastered to his head and the awkward way he'd posed to keep anyone but himself out of the frame. It's his genuine smile that he knows will do you in, and ultimately the reason he sends it.

His phone is a lead weight clutched in his grip as he winds through the paddock, constantly stopped by vips and team members congratulating him. None of what anyone says registers, he just tries his best to match their mood and sputter praises about his team's contributions to his podium. 

The snap you finally send back is only from the eyes up, but it's enough. He's surrounded by people in his driver room, but for ten seconds it might as well have just been him staring at a sliver of your face on a screen.

The tiny lines at the corners of your shining eyes tell him you're smiling, which is a step in the right direction even if you won't let him see your entire face. It's enough to reignite the hope that slumbered in his chest while waiting for you to pull the trigger and make a move.

He sends back a video of the people in the room, who cheer when they realize they're being filmed. 'Wish you were here,' is what he captions it and sends it without giving himself a chance to overthink.

Ten minutes pass with no reply.

The beer he’s already consumed have given him a pleasant buzz as well as an excuse to make a bad decision or two. He takes another video of the room to post to his Instagram story, 'Missing you' written in the lower left corner.

Fuck, he hopes you'll see it and regret leaving him on read. Instead all he gets is a text from Charles chastising him for stirring up drama.

Really Pierre?

Blame it on the alcohol, he texts back. 

I know you aren’t drunk. You can’t form a coherent sentence when you are.

Guess i gotta drink more then

Pierre doesn’t turn anyone bearing alcohol away. He's two celebratory shots deep when Daniel finds him sulking in a corner. "You've got my girl texting me freaking out over your story. I've seen it and I gotta agree with her. Was that really necessary?"

"She left me on read," Pierre says like that was enough explanation. His head was spinning and it was getting hard to keep the room upright. "And it's the truth. I miss her like hell. I want her here. She was supposed to come, you know? I was gonna have her fly in with me on the jet. She doesn't start class again until June. I had this whole week planned out. I was gonna show her Texas- she’s from New York and..." 

He trails off when he notes Dan’s pitying smile. Daniel sighs and runs a hand through his curls. "I know. I get it, okay? I know it's hard but you can't force it. You've gotta let her come back on her own, all you're doing now is pushing her away."

He was fucking clueless when it came to these things. He'd had you for a few precious moments and now that he'd lost you he didn't know how to act. His mind was running on hazy autopilot; he barely knew which way was up, let alone did he trust himself to make any sort of important decision.

He stares down at the shot he'd been handed at some point before throwing it back. The cheap whiskey burns his throat but he barely registers the sting. "Should I take it down?"

"She already saw it," Daniel says gently, as if he anticipates how bad the fuck up will hurt. And it does. It hits him like a tire wall at two hundred kph, knowing that you were probably ranting or crying on the phone with Daniel’s girlfriend. "But yeah, that's probably best. People are already wondering what happened between you two, no need to throw fuel on the fire."

"You're probably right-" Pierre cuts off when Charles arrives with a grimace on his face. He shakes his head and gives his friend’s shoulder a squeeze. 

"For once I'm not the dumb one."

"You're a dick, you know that right?" Daniel says, allowing Pierre to delete the post. It takes him a few tries before he gets it down, but undeniably rumors will be circulating in the morning if they weren’t already.

"Honestly what were you thinking?" Charles demands, edging towards full blown yelling. "I told you to leave her be. The gossip stemming from this isn’t gonna help.”

The last thing he needed was someone else telling him how stupid his decision had been. At least Daniel had the decency to show sympathy. 

"Honestly?" Pierre responds with the same intensity, his anger flaring. "Honestly, Charles, I was thinking that she was happy for me but was too afraid to take the leap. She haunts me. Every second I’m awake I have to force myself away from her. Even when I’m asleep I can’t get away from her. So I don’t know, maybe I wanted to haunt her too."

“This isn’t the way you win her back and you know it.”

“I know!” Pierre throws up his hands. “But what else am I supposed to do? She won’t talk to me. She has no problem talking to Max or Daniel but apparently she draws the line at me.”

“You know it’s not-” Daniel's eyes flick to his phone and he fights back a grin. All it does is remind Pierre that he lost the person that could bring that sort of smile to his own face. "Fellas I wish I could stay and help but I gotta get going. Charles, I think Pierre needs another drink." He slaps five American dollars in the Monegasque's hand. "First one is on me."

Pierre is too deep in a spiral to care when his friend drags him from the party to a bar just south of the circuit. Somehow it was within walking distance; the floor was sticky and the lighting was for shit but he didn't care.

Pierre's focus was on downing shot after shot, erasing the broken image of you his mind had conjured up. He never should have posted the story. It only served to feed into what the media had been speculating for the past week and dredged up more tension between you.

Pierre stops checking his phone two shots later. The liquor provides a wet blanket over his senses, dousing him in cold water and scrambling his brain. He could barely remember his own name, but yours still lived in the corner of his mind.

Even drunk, he refused to forget you.

Two hours and who knows how much alcohol later, Charles helps Pierre back to his hotel room.

Pierre falls asleep as soon as he hits the mattress, head too blurry to dredge up memories of you.

[leejeongz]

nsfw a-z JUNKYU (treasure)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

lots of cuddles and stroking your skin. he wants to make you feel calmer than you did even before the scene, calm enough to fall asleep. he can sense when you’re back to being your usual self but the softness doesn’t stop.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he has two favourites on his own body and on you! on him, it’s his lips and his legs. his legs because well it’s junkyu he has fabulous legs duh. and his lips because he constantly notices you staring at them. he bites them on purpose when he sees you staring at them and knows that you want to kiss them 24/7

on you, he likes your hair and your fingers the most. he likes the way your fingers wrap around his dick and how you tease the tip with your index finger, sending him straight to heaven. and he likes to stroke your hair. he knows it sends shivers down your spine when you’re already turned on.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he definitely looks forward to seeing you covered in his cum. even if you let him cum inside you, he doesn’t because he wants to see it actually on your body. he lovessss watching it trickle down your fingers before you suck it off them and also clean the remaining liquid off his dick too. he also sometimes has you take selfies on his phone after he’s finished all over your face for a later date.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

when you sit by him in your short dresses and skirts, he wants to do nothing more than to slowly inch his hand up your inner thigh and finger you, making you leave a damp patch on the seat, but he’s nervous that other people in the room might notice.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

2 different partners, one of which was a long time girlfriend, the other a one night stand. he can be romantic, he can be distant, he knows it all. he’s still a little shy with saying things out loud, but that doesn’t affect his skill and will happily discuss things via text.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

ride him and he’ll be your whiney little bitch. don’t get me wrong, he’s still in charge, but the noises and the faces he pulls have you fooled for a second. he doesn’t have a preference, reverse cowgirl and cowgirl are even, both get him to cum quicker than any other position.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he’s a silly guy, you think that’s gonna stop just because he’s got his dick out? he’s so loving, even if you are friends with benefits, he just wants to make you smile and to make you feel comfortable and safe, as well as making himself feel comfortable too. a tense atmosphere is only saved for those scenes where you are mad at each other.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he’s always completely shaved. balls too :)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

he’s a huge romantic and is solely focused on you. even if he’s desperate, he’s still gonna make it loving and share lots of intimate moments with you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he takes his time when it comes to masturbation. he wants to set the scene in his mind as takes a lot to actually turn him on when you aren’t there. he usually gets off at his desk to those pics he’s taken of you or to just his imagination. he gets caught by his members a lot, but he somehow convinces them he’s just working on a song.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

he loves when you call him sir or master, especially when you look at him all innocently. it lets him know that you know your place and that he has you wrapped around his little finger. call him one of these in a sfw context and that’s when you know you’re in for a good time.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

studio or at his desk in his room. although it not ideal for his job, the best sex usually happens when you’re distracting him from something you can tell that he’s stressed with. giving him head while he’s working or while he’s gaming usually gets him really turned on and as much as he’s saying that you guys can’t do anything at the time, you definitely can and will.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

pictures of you! it’s not secret that he has a folder of pictures of you that he uses to get off to. your selfie’s alone really turn him on, especially the ones where you have your fingers in your mouth. but of course there’s plenty of nudes and little teasers in there too. and those pics of your face covered in him cum of course.

lingerie!! boy loves seeing you in the sexiest pieces and sets, so much so that he doesn’t mind splashing the cash and buying you some as a “just because” gift. he’s very gentle (most of the time) and does not rip them because they’re stunning on you! but sometimes he gets carried away and tugs on them a little too much while pulling you towards him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

no food play. it’s too messy and too much of a hassle after a scene when he’s super tired.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

my mind always goes to junkyu getting head under his desk while he’s producing a song, tell me that wouldn't be hot. i can imagine him to be quite whiney but he just lets you do your thing without telling you how to suck it. running the underneath of your tongue over the tip is for sure something that he CRAVES. if he asks he gets, but he just wants you to do it anyway without even being asked.

his oral skills aren’t anything special, they’re good enough, but he gets you so worked up beforehand that the slightest touch will make you cum. he loves to press little kisses against your inner thighs before actually getting to eating you out.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

most times, he wants it slow. he wants to drag out every last moment and make the most of everything and so he keeps the pace slow. he doesn’t wanna tire you or himself out, knowing that you’ll both crave more after the first round. but sometimes he’s a little desperate, there’s nothing slow about it when he’s like this.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he’s not a fan at first, but you soon show him the wonders of quickies in a vacant room where you can get caught, and he’s craving them all the damn time. he becomes a quickie lover and sometimes all he needs is to be satisfied for a while.

honestly though, he wouldn’t choose them over somewhere comfortable like your bedroom and wonders why you’d rather do stuff quickly when you could just wait a few more hours and get ruined properly. if only he understood that sometimes, you just cannot wait, and that it’s all his fault.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he gets excited at just the mere thought of experiments and venturing into a new world with you. the potential danger of literally anything out of the ordinary happening is something that really gets him going. he’s down to try anything once if you are, but he gets a little shy about discussing them.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

usually 2 rounds with a small break in the middle for water and such. he can last around 15 minutes per round inside of you and he’s pretty proud of himself for that lmao, especially since he’s receiving head for like 20 mins lol

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he loves knowing that you use toys when he’s not around, it gets him horny to think about you holding a vibrator against your clit while you think about him. but i don’t think such toys would be welcome in the bedroom while he was there.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

angry/jealous sex, there is no teasing at all. he gets what he wants and that’s it, there’s nothing in it for you (or so he thinks). if you don’t cum that’s your problem because he’s given you ample opportunity.

normal, “everyday” sex, is full of teasing, especially when it comes to giving you oral/foreplay. there’s lots of kissing, lots of orgasm denial and LOTS of touches and kisses. pressing light kisses onto your clothed clit was his signature move, just one had you wanting to cum sometimes.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s whiney as FUCK okay. he’s very loud,you can definitely hear him, maybe even some other people too hehe. sometimes he sends you voice notes of him moaning when he knows you’re horny and alone. he’s not really into dirty talk because he doesn’t want to say anything that will ruin the mood.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he runs his hand through his hair A LOT while you two are being intimate, especially when your lips are wrapped around his length. usually his hair gets sweaty and also, he wants to see you, so you catch him brushing it out of his face a lot.

he’s definitely a tits man. he loves to hold them, sleep on them, suck on them, whatever you/he wants. he holds them while he fucks you because he knows it hurts, it’s a win win. they aren’t always sexual to him either, they’re just another part of you that he can admire (but he’s too shy to compliment you on them and also thinks it would be kinda weird if he did lol)

he. kisses. you. constantly. the kisses are often broken by the thrusts but he doesn’t care and he actually thinks it makes the whole thing more romantic.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

just over average length with a litter under average thickness. i think he’s a show-er too.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

honestly, not that high. he goes through spells of not wanting any to wanting it twice a day, but on the whole, it's not extraordinarily high nor low

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he’s pretty tired, but he doesn’t want to fall asleep until you have or you’ve said it’s okay for him to sleep. he’s a little groggy so you usually make him go to sleep whenever, but it’s also really cute 🥺

[unsaid-stardust]

“Julie and The Phantoms” No Longer Phantoms as They Debut at #1

Only a year ago today, internet band “Julie and The Phantoms” took the world by storm when they posted a cover of Taylor Swift’s “You Need To Calm Down”. From there, the band, which consists of lead singer Julie Molina (16), guitarist Luke Patterson (17), bassist Reggie Peters (17), and drummer Alex Mercer (17), continued to post weekly covers which garnered an average of 3 million hits per video. Sure enough, the band got picked up by Hollywood Ghost Club Records  and signed on to record a total of 3 albums.

It would be easy to see that such rise to greatness could cause some trouble in paradise, but the band told a different story when I sat down with them at a local diner.

I was quick to notice that Julie had looked to her bandmates, careful not to overstep anyone wanting to answer, but the 3 boys had all eyes on her. Luke had nodded and teased “all you boss”, seemingly some sort of inside joke, which prompted Julie to take the lead just as she does on stage.

I was quick to notice that Julie had looked to her bandmates, careful not to overstep anyone wanting to answer, but the 3 boys had all eyes on her. Luke had nodded and teased “all you boss”, seemingly some sort of inside joke, which prompted Julie to take the lead just as she does on stage.

J: Ah well, we’re not really allowed to give any details quite yet, but we can say that there’s definitely some discussion happening behind the scenes! 

I: of course! That all must be very exciting considering only a year ago today you guys were posting covers on YouTube!

L: Yeah, yeah it’s all super exciting. The boys and I had talked about it long before we even knew Julie, so it’s just crazy to see it all happening and now with a wicked beauty of a singer to light up the stage every night? What more could we have asked for?

Luke winked and clicked his tongue towards Julie who’s smile got brighter than before. The shooed her hand at the compliment though, a teasing “oh, stop it” sounding from her.

I: You mentioned that you knew Alex and Reggie before meeting Julie. Can either of you tell us how you guys all met?

A: Well Reggie, Luke, and I actually all knew each other since the 2nd grade. We met in the music room and the rest was history. With Julie though, Luke actually had seen one of her original songs--which was “Wake Up” I know that for a fact because you can’t forget the first time you heard a voice like that--floating around on YouTube at the time. Reggie and I had just been chilling in our studio and Luke came running in with his laptop and said-

R: Wait-wait! I Wanna take this one I do a great Luke impersonation

A chuckle escaped from Julie’s lips and the two boys in question had shook their heads. 

A: Do you...? Okay.

Reggie then began to pretend that he was preparing for an acting gig, his thumb pressed to his two fingers as he brought them in front of his face, releasing a breath of focused air. 

R: guys guys you have to check out this insanely talented wicked beauty. Her pipes are just insane

L: I did not say that 

R and A: Yeah you did. 

Julie took the reins then just as natural as she were taking the reins on stage.

J: Well, even if you did or didn’t say that, that is how you guys found me. They emailed me after that and they invited me over to their studio where we had a impromptu jam-sesh. We didn’t even have a song planned to practice which is how “Bright” was actually born. So, after copious amounts of begging and begging and begging-

Luke playfully punched the lead singer in the arm and as Alex and Reggie threw out objections.

J: ok ok, I said yes to joining the band right away and as Alex said earlier, the rest is history

I: Oh, you guys for sure were meant to make this history together. You just have this natural chemistry with one another. I mean just from hearing how you guys met and then from seeing you guys today--you guys have been so in sync this whole time. I mean Reggie, you and Alex answer the same. And Luke and Julie, you two have moved the same the entire time. It’s just amazing watching you all here and on stage. But speaking of Luke and Julie, I have to ask...are you two dating?

The two shifted in their seats, but they never took their eyes off of the other, which is not the only time that Patterson had been the culprit of doing so. Both took the time to answer giving Reggie the leeway.

R: They’re not, but they should be

It’s hard to tell if the sun had just hit Julie and Luke at the wrong time or if the L.A temperature had suddenly gotten to them, but Julie was quick to respond to the bassist.

J: A-ha you’re so funny Reggie. No, no we um....we aren’t dating. I love all the guys right here next to me and I feel like I’ve bonded with them so much over the past year; they're pretty much my family. Alex and I have dance parties in my room and paint each others nails and Reggie and I gush over Taylor Swift’s newest albums and Luke and I...we just have a different bond from songwriting, you know? So I really just take that speculation as having great chemistry with my band which is definitely needed when you spend hours locked in a studio trying to get an album done.

I: Speaking of the album, can we talk about the album cover for a minute? It’s just so unique and eye-catching! Can you tell us what inspired you to choose this for your debut album cover?

Alex: Our really good friend and PR assistant Flynn actually designed it. She said that she took into consideration all of our personalities and what made us “Julie and The Phantoms” and went into photoshop and designed this masterpiece. The colors behind us our each of our favorite colors and the space background kinda comes from the idea that all of us feel like something fated us together. The universe maybe, but whatever it was we were meant to play together. And the font is a homage to Star Wars for Reggie!

I: that’s amazing! So what you’re saying is, I need to contact Flynn for all my graphic designing needs?

The band immediately nod their heads in agreement. 

J: yeah she’s amazing. She’s actually my best friend too and she was the one who really got us going. We wouldn’t be here without her!

I: Sounds like a true friend! Alright, well, thank you guys for letting me sit down with you guys. It was a pleasure, one more thing to ask though--if you could have written any existing song, what would it be?

R: ooooo definitely ‘home is where my horse is’ that one is a masterpiece 

The band, excluding Julie, groaned at the title.

L: Reggie stop trying to go country it’s not gonna happen

A: and that isn’t answering the question since it doesn’t exist!

J: hey, hey, it exists in Reggie and Me’s heart ok.

The bassist reached over to high five the lead singer. 

A: I wish I would’ve written “I Wanna Dance with Somebody” by the icon that is Whitney Houston. 

J: ooo that’s a good one. Anything by Alicia Keys for me. Or Aretha Franklin. Those two were definitely my idols growing up

L: oh “Boulevard of Broken Dreams” by Green Day for sure. The lyrics in that one hit hard man I'd love to just write a song that does that to people one day. 

I: Well, looking at the charts, it appears like you might have already! Thank you so much again for sitting down with me today. Hopefully we’ll get to talk sometime soon and I look forward to seeing what you guys get up to in the future!

You can now stream “Bright Forever” on Apple Music and Spotify!  

[sylvie-writes]

It’s Okay!

Request: hi! could you do the reader noticing chris is experiencing some anxiety when at a family/friends gathering and they leave early and she comforts him 🥺 - anon

Hi darling anon! I’m soooo sorry this took kinda long, i’ve been swamped and haven’t felt inspired to write. I love your request so much and I hope I did it some justice!

Disclaimer:  I’m writing this while doing some work so the words in this aren't really impressive lol.

As always, plz pardon any mistakes, the stories are always proofread but I tend to make many mistakes regardless.

Enjoy! <3

Today, your parents had invited you and Chris over for lunch. 

It was also the first time your parents would get to meet your boyfriend.

So, here you both were, sitting in your parents driveway.

From the start you could already tell Chris was nervous and you wanted nothing more than to comfort him.

Just as he was about to get out of the car, you placed your hand on his thigh and leaned to kiss the corner of his lips. 

Slowly, you sat back in your seat, a visibly relaxed Chris now smiling back at you.

“Don’t worry, love. My parents aren’t as intimidating as moi!”

A small chuckle left his lips, and you were glad you could give him a bit of comedic relief. 

Chris rounded the car to take the fresh bowl of salad from your lap.

Your parents didn’t expect you to bring any food, but you did anyway.

One hand held the salad, while Chris’s other hand held your waist.

Just a few short steps from the car to the front door, seemed to frighten the man standing beside you.

To the average person, Chris looked completely mellow at the moment, but knowing him, you knew his anxiety was getting the best of him. 

Andddd the way his hand was involuntarily digging into your side, right where your waist and hip met. 

“Chris, honey, I know you don’t realize but your hand is clawed into my hip. If you hold on any longer, I might go down a size in pants!” 

He immediately snapped out of whatever thought was in his head and quickly retracted his hand. 

“Oh! I’m so sorry (y/n), I’m just really-”

You grabbed the hand he pulled away and reassuringly kissed his knuckles.

“You’re nervous, I know darling.” 

Immediately after you knocked, your mother answered and ushered you both in. 

She hugged you and then Chris, giving you both a warm welcome easing the man’s nerves just the slightest. 

Your father came up and made small conversation with Chris, not grilling him per say, but asking him a few questions as any father would.

If only Chris knew that your dad wasn’t just a tough guy, and if he got to know your dad, the two would share many jokes having the same personality. 

Unfortunately for Chris, his anxiety stepped in and didn't allow him to truly enjoy the lunch. 

Sitting at the table, you could see Chris was somewhere else and not here, as he stared into the void that was his salad.

Yes, he was functioning and eating the salad, but his bouncing leg said otherwise.

Chris was normally a chatterbox, and his silence confirmed your suspicions.

You look a your parents and gave them an apologetic smile, to which they gave you and understand  nod, silently signaling that it was okay for you both the leave. 

Thank the heavens your parents were understanding. 

The two of them both knew Chris had anxiety, and knew he was trying his best to function for them. 

It was a lot of pressure, that no one person could handle alone.

Your dad gave the man leeway since he had been in Chris’ shoes once. 

After all, a dinner with your love’s parents is pretty nerve-wrecking since first impressions are always the ones that leave an everlasting mark. 

Your mother, also understood that Chris was trying his damndest. 

She knew that he was sincere in his actions, and wanted the best for you.

Apparently, at the lunch, your mother had even made a bet with your father that Chris was gonna be the one for you.

In the end, it was clearly proven that Chris loved you more than words can describe as he was willing working through his nerves just to try and impress your parents.

In all honesty, from what you had told your parents about Chris, they didn’t need to see much more to know that he was a sweet guy. 

Sure, the lunch didn’t go exactly planned, but that’s what life is about. Surprises. And if you really want something, you will work through those “surprises”.

That’s what you love about Chris. 

Having him by your side, even if something doesn't go as planned, the two of you get through it together and in the end, you find something a lot better. 

And this time, the light at the end of the tunnel was that you got to spend time with your boyfriend.

The minute Chris pulled out of the drive, he started talking a mile a minute, words spewing out of his mouth.

You always brought comfort to Chris, but at this moment you couldn’t help him if you couldn’t understand what he was saying.

“Sweetheart, I can’t understand a word you are saying!”

He took a deep breath before beginning to talk, keeping his eyes on the road ahead. Ashamed, he couldn't even look at you.

“I ruined it, (y/n). Your parents will think I’m a total douche who can’t get his shit together! Oh please don’t leave me, honey. God damnit, I wanna marry you one day! But now that-”

His rambling was ceased when you stopped his hand that was shaking on the steering wheel.

“Christopher Evans. You listen to me and listen well.”

“I would never ever leave you, especially over something like this! I hate to break it to you, but my parents do love you. They understand!”

The man turned to look at you, utterly confused. He was fully convince that he had effed things up with you and your parents.

A smile grew on his face, and you continued to talk, shyly asking if he was being serious about the information he had just disclosed. 

“Is it true that you want to marry me?”

Just the thought of being married made your heart swell and you were sure it had fluttered in the abyss already. 

“Of course I do, darling. You are just so sweet, and you have such patience for me. There’s nothing to love about you and I’d be a fool to ever let you walk away.”

You launched yourself across the console, immediately hugging the man and crying happy tears into his neck. 

Chris laid his lips on the top of your head, pressing a loving kiss to the locks of your hair.

“Enough of this depressing talk, lets go get some stuff to make dinner. How about spaghetti!”

You sat back in your chair as Chris turned out of the coffee shop parking lot, his free hand holding yours.

The sound of spaghetti for dinner was inviting and you happily agreed.

“How about we invite your parents? I wanna do it right this time.”

It broke your heart to see him so anxious earlier, but he was adamant about impressing your parents and swore that after your talk, he felt a lot better about the situation. 

So you allowed him his second chance.

And lets just say, a few hours had changed Chris and that night he was comfortable with your parents as if they were his own. Making jokes with your dad, exchanging life experiences with your mom, and loving on your precious dog.

The sight of your parents smiling with your boyfriend was all that you’ve ever wanted to see.

Chris caught your blissful stare, and sent a bright smile your way, a twinkle in his eyes, making your stomach feel butterflies with the love you had for that man. 

And just a few years later, Chris kept his promise, marrying you and bringing up this very story at the wedding dinner. 

[anime-corner]

Back Off! I Yaku M.

A/N: Okay so, really sorry if it took way longer than I intended. I wasn't sure if I liked the flow when I wrote it so, I kept changing it. Anyways anon, I hope it was worth the wait and also it was what you hoped for!! Again, sorry!!!

And if this isn't what you hoped for, I could always change it or make another one so don't hesitate to message me!!

It was only the first day at the Tokyo Training Camp and Yaku was starting to get pissed off by every little thing. Just as Karasuno arrived, Yamamoto was already on his knees as soon as he saw their managers, "The girls have multiplied…!!! Now there's a pretty one and a cute one!"

"Take a good look, Tora…" A bald player said, standing in front of the two females, "This is the sanctity of Karasuno."

"Kuh..! So bright..!"

"Yamamoto-san, coach is looking for you!" You said, walking over towards the mohawk headed player.

"That's right!" A squeak escaped your lips as Yamamoto pulled you close to him, arm around your shoulder, "We've got ourselves a female manager too!"

"Wahhh!! Beautiful! TANAKA RYUUNOSUKE, AT YOUR SERVICE!!!" He offered you his hand, taking it and shaking it gently.

"Oh, um… (l/n) (y/n), it's nice to meet you Tanaka-san." As you let go of his hand, he blushed madly, saying words you couldn't comprehend.

Yaku stared at your interaction with Karasuno's wing spiker, a scowl on his lips and arms crossed. He marched towards the two of you, a hand on Yamamoto’s collar and the other intertwined with yours, “Keep stalling and I’ll add a few things to your training. Everyone’s waiting inside already..!”

You stood besides Coach Nekomata, tuning everything out. You didn't quite understand what he was explaining anyways as you only have a little knowledge and experience regarding volleyball and being a manager, allowing you to grasp the basics. You had accepted the role after Kuroo pestered you about it non-stop and a go signal from your little boyfriend, not like you would say that to him face-to-face. You were after all, shorter than him.

Currently, you were tossing the ball for the players to spike with the Liberos on the receiving end. Lev jumped and hitted the ball, showing improvement unlike the first time you saw him, "Did you see that, (y/n)-san? That was great right?!"

"That was better than last time, Haiba-san. Keep at it and you'll become an ace in no time!" The first year hugged you tightly, not noticing the glare the third year libero sent his way.

"You Tin-headed Titan! Stop flirting with (y/n) and get back to practice!!" Yaku was now right beside you, pulling you away from the middle blocker's embrace.

"Oh Yaku-san, weren't you over there just now? How'd you get to this side so quickly?" Lev asked, looking down at his senior.

"What do you mean how?" You felt like you already knew the outcome but let them be as it was still entertaining to watch.

"I don't know. Maybe I just didn't notice since you were so short-- ack!" The light grey haired first year tumbled forward after getting kicked by Yaku from behind.

"Alright, alright, I think that's enough kicking exercises for you. We still need him in his very best condition." You patted him on the head, on your toes. You gave Yaku a smile and somehow, that reassured him a bit.

"I didn't even hit him that hard..!" He pouted before blushing when he heard you mutter the word 'cute'.

"I know. C'mon, let's continue practice." 

• • •

Now back at Nekoma, you were hand-in-hand with Yaku, heading home. Though, you noticed that something was up. His hand clenched yours as he silently walked beside you and you were starting to get worried. It just wasn't like him.

"Yaku? Is something wrong?" You asked, glancing at him. He turned his head towards you, a smile on his lips. But you knew it was different.

"Yeah. Just tired, we did play a number of matches." He said, stretching a bit. Your hand now hung free as you rummaged your bag for an energy bar.

"Here. This should help you until you get home and cook up some real food before heading to bed. You need all the strength you need for training tomorrow," You said, handing him the convenience store bought food, "Also, don't stay up too late or sleep with your hair wet if you're planning on taking a bath."

"You're starting to sound just like me. But don't worry, I won't… Man, I don't even wanna know what I'd do without you nagging at me like this." Yaku teased, earning a soft hit on the head. Though, he acted as if it hurted more than it should.

"Hey! I'm just trying to make sure you take care of yourself too. You always seem to do that for the team so, you can't really complain," You reasoned, a blish covering your cheeks, "Besides, I really care about you, so much."

"Yeah, me too. Now, come one, it's getting pretty late, I don't even want to imagine the look Lev will give me once he gets there before me..!" He ruffled his hair in annoyance, "Worse if he picks on me again saying I was late because of my height."

"Don't be like that. Even if he does joke about it a lot, I'm sure his respect for you amounts just as much." You replied, rubbing circles on his hand.

"Thanks, (y/n). Now, I should really get you home. I could always stay at your place if your parents aren't home."

"Not a kid though, you worry too much!"

• • •

Time went by and before you knew it, the whole team was in Shinzen High. You didn't want to admit it but, you began to dread the week, not because it'd be another busy schedule for you and the other managers but because the attention you get from some of the other teams' members was enough to tire you out completely. Especially when Yaku knocks them down with a kick, making you apologize to both your and the other teams' coaches. To sum it up, an average of fifteen kicks per hour, including ones from Lev.

It was the fourth day and you have noticed the huge change in Yaku’s behavior. He was more serious during matches and he had chosen to ignore the guys who would walk up and interact with you, except for Lev of course. Even the managers noticed this and asked you about it. Nekoma was about to head back to court when Yaku called for you. You were both ecstatic and nervous at the same time. Ecstatic because it has been exactly two days since he last spoke to you and the latter was because you don’t know what your talk would be about.

“Y-Yaku, what… What is it?” You asked as soon as he was in front of you. His eyes refused to meet yours and you were starting to wonder what you did wrong.

“After this match… N-no, after the last match for today, wait for me at the hill behind the school.” You nod, letting him go back to his team.

Now all that’s left is to play the waiting game.

• • •

It was a clear night out, a bit cold as you clutched the jacket you brought closer to your body. Your ears managed to catch the soft scratching of feet against trimmed grass, turning around to see Yaku staring at you with a look you were unfamiliar with in his eyes. To him, at that moment where the wind blew your (h/l) (h/c) hair to the side and the moon highlighted your beauty, he knew he’d have to work hard and prove to you that you shouldn’t have any reason to let go. So should he.

“Sorry to make you wait…” He scratched the back of his head, nervousness starting to fill his body.

“It’s fine, I just arrived actually.” You replied when in reality, you have been waiting for ten minutes. You finished earlier than expected and without a clear meeting time, you decided it was for the best to wait for him and avoid a bunch of crazed idiots with equally crazy hormones. You returned to your previous position, eyes gazing up at the sky.

“So, what do you want to talk about?” You could feel Yaku slither his arms around your waist and place his head on your shoulder. You sucked in a breath before exhaling, missing the affection you two usually shared.

“I was thinking… Maybe you shouldn’t have been the team’s manager after all.” He confessed, making you turn your head. Your faces were close to one another, your lips centimeters away from his cheek.

“What? Why? Did I do something wrong? Did the coach say something?” You asked frantically, moving away from Yaku’s hold.

He tsked, clicking his tongue in annoyance, crossing his arms, “Well, if it wasn’t obvious, they were flirting with you and I hate it. Even Lev’s trying to take a shot at you when it’s already clear that you're already mine.”

“Aww, is Yaku getting jealous?” You teased, a small smile on your lips.

“So what if I am?! I just want them to leave you alone without me attacking them. Also, I’m worried that you’d choose one of them over me who’s always short-tempered and really insecure about his height. Hell, that libero from Karasuno’s shorter than me and he doesn’t give a damn!” He pulled his hair a bit, frustration written all over his face, “I can’t make them go away if you let them approach you like that. Even in this body, in this size, I want to protect you the same way I protect the ball from hitting our side. I’m saying this because I don’t to lose you and I--”

You blinked a couple of times before opening your mouth to speak, “You’re so cute, Yaku.”

“H-hey! I’m trying to voice out my feelings before I beat everyone up and this is your reply?!” His face boomed with color as he watched you laugh. He always did love the sound of your voice, whether it be a soft murmur or a loud cheer. You making him, or anyone, smile even in the most depressing occasion was always your forte.

“Sorry Yaku. I just can’t believe that I’ve been so lucky to be able to date such a talented, compassionate and intelligent guy like you. You trying your best to keep me from harms way just shows that you’re just as good as everyone else, better even. So what if you’re short, then let’s be short together! And even if one of us was way taller than the other, I’d still choose you. Besides, flirting will get them nowhere when I already have you!”

"Good. Because I'd choose you too. I love you (y/n)." Yaku said, eyes staring back at yours lovingly. Maybe he was just thinking too much, at least now he knows to never doubt your feelings for him.

"Love you too, Mo-ri-su-ke~" And then everything came to a standstill. Freezing up, his eyes were wide open and his mouth hung slightly. You giggled at the sight before stopping when you realized he was actually frozen on the spot, almost forgetting how to breathe, "E-eh? Yaku? Yaku?! Don't tell me that I broke you just by saying your name?!! Hey! Ahh..! What to do, what to do!! Maybe Kuroo knows something, I should--"

Before you could even take your second step forward, Yaku grabbed a hold of your wrist and pulled you close to him, engulfing you in a hug. His face was covered by the crook of your neck, mostly in an attempt to hide the embarrassed blush on his face, "A-and where do you think you're going?"

"Thank goodness you're okay." You sighed in relief, your left hand caressing the strands of his brown hair.

"Of course I am! Y-you just caught me off guard, that's all." He reasoned, voice muffled out.

"No way! Next time, I won't--" Cutting you off the second time, he retracted his head from its hiding place, facing you. The blush could still be seen and besides, the color suit him.

"Who told you to..? I just needed a little bit of getting used to hearing you say my name… Especially in public." Yaku said, the last three words in a whisper.

"Are you sure?" Placing your right hand on his cheek, he leaned in at your touch as you stroked it with your thumb.

"As long as it's my name you're calling and nobody else's. Don’t touch anyone because I’m here, because I’m beside you so, please.. Don't go anywhere. Promise me that you'll always stay by my side." He closed his eyes, hovering his left hand on yours. Such a simple gesture made your heart flutter ten times more than usual or perhaps you were falling for him more as days go by.

"I promise…" A smile lingered on your lips.

It was a comfortable silence, neither of you wanting to break it. Leaning in, you placed a kiss on his forehead, making him mirror the smile you wore.

"Oh, and please don't tell the others that I, uhh… crashed." He stepped back as you chuckled.

"Don't worry, I won't."

• • •

He wore a smile the next day, seeing you dismiss the guys who were flirting with you. The training camp had come to an end, the coaches preparing a barbecue for everyone. You and the girls sat together, laughing at each other's jokes. Some of the players blushed at the sight of your little group while the others, mainly Yamamoto and two from Karasuno's team roamed around, keeping anyone from looking at Shimizu.

You joined Yaku and a few of your team after a while, the libero wrapping an arm around your waist, "Oya? Is Yaku finally telling everyone to leave his little girlfriend be?"

"Shut up, Tetsurou. Unlike Morisuke, you couldn't get a girl to like you back! Plus, you really should try to fix your hair…" You pointed out, earning a few snickers from second years.

"That's pretty low, (y/n). And did you just call him by his first name? That's new. Made up or something?" Kuroo said, grinning widely, dismissing the topic about his hair.

"Huh? Oh yeah. Still trying to get used to it though." Yaku blushed, receiving a loud laugh from the captain.

"What's with the face, seriously? You'll ruin your reputation as a demon senpai if you keep that up!" The two bickered, not noticing a player coming up towards you.

"Hey! Nekoma's manager!!" Your group froze, turning towards the source of the voice, "We were wondering if we could get your number?"

Yaku had a scowl on his face, wanting to leap at the player right there and then, but calmed himself down, "I'm sorry but, I don’t like seeing my girlfriend giving her number to just any guy…"

"Girlfriend? So, you’re the..? Man, even though you’re pretty cool on court, you’re just a--" You hit the player on the stomach, making him curl forward.

"Yeah, he's really cool but, say something negative about him and I'll make sure you won't get to play on court for a few months." You threatened, both Kuroo and Yaku flashing a smirk towards the guy. He left after gaining composure from your attack as you returned to your place beside the libero.

"You're surprisingly brutal, (y/n)-chan." Kuroo let out another laugh, you followed with a giggle.

"Well, I learn only from the best!" You proudly said.

"You make it sound like that hurting people's good.." Yaku pouted, making you kiss his cheek. His eyes shot wide open, his mouth hanging and his face erupted to a color that would put Nekoma's volleyball uniform to shame. He wasn't clearly expecting you to kiss him in public, even if it was on the cheek.

"W-what was that for?!" He asked, with Kuroo still howling from behind you two.

"Hmm, no reason. Just felt like I should." You shrugged, Yaku sighed as he finally managed to bring back the original color to his face.

"God, I love you." He only shook his head, a chuckle leaving his lips.

"Love you too, Morisuke." You held his hand, clenching it tightly.

"By the way, nice hit though."

"Thanks babe!" Needless to say, you should really stop surprising the third year or else making him blush would become your next hobby.

In your arms, I feel safe as I fall asleep to the sound of your humming.

[fanfic-scribbles]

Gremlins

Fandom: MCU Captain America/Avengers

Summary: Bucky’s shirts keep going missing. It isn’t a problem, per se. It’s just annoying.

Quick facts: Romance – [established] Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Reader –Nondescript Reader

Warnings: Reader gender is undefined but ‘sweetheart’ is used as pet name

Words: 2291

A/N: Just a sweet little something. Please enjoy.

   ~

Bucky’s shirts keep going missing.

Maybe he’s just being forgetful; it’s bound to happen when you’ve had your brains scrambled for the span of the average person’s lifetime. Honestly, he considers it a miracle he’s as well-adjusted as he is. Misplacing a few shirts? He knows one in particular was pretty well-worn; he probably wrecked them bad enough that he had to throw them out. He can do that now– throw things out.

(Within reason, of course; he’s not wasteful.)

“Hi Bucky.” You wrap your arms around his middle and he lets his eyes fall shut for a few blissful moments as you snuggle into his back. Warm coffee in hand and one of his partners holding him close– if Steve wasn’t such a hyperactive jerk Bucky would be having the best morning ever.

But Bucky smiles as he takes a long drink, because he can’t begrudge Steve that. Steve spent most of his life with a body that couldn’t, and now that he can, he’s taking it for all he’s worth. Bucky can, sort of, kind of, relate now.

Though mostly after six a.m.

“When are you going to meet Steve?”

Bucky checks his watch. “I’m gonna head out as soon as I finish my coffee.”

“Good. Wear him out, will ya?”

Bucky chuckles into his mug. Yeah, four a.m. wake-ups are justified by nothing. He downs the last dregs, slides his cup onto the counter, and turns around to pick you up. You yelp and swat at him and he laughs and nuzzles you and– he lingers, for a little bit, because you smell a little like him. And Steve; but mostly him.

It’s starting to do things that will make it impossible for him to leave the house if he stays any longer, so he gives you a kiss and lets you down. “You wanna come with, sweetheart?” Bucky teases, already knowing the answer.

Sure enough you look down at your pajama-clad body and then give him a look like he’s lucky he’s cute. “Absolutely…not.”

Bucky rolls his eyes, mostly because it makes you laugh, and then he grabs his gym bag and heads out to meet Steve at the Tower. On his way he makes a memo in his phone to buy a few extra shirts, and with that, the main problem of his life is as good as solved.

~

For about a week. And then he is, again, staring into a closet that has clothes just not the ones he’s looking for.

“Hey Buck.” Steve sidles up next to him and kisses his cheek. “What’re you lookin’ for?”

“A shirt,” Bucky says, still staring. Unfortunately, the clothing item in question does not materialize.

“Well you’ve got plenty to choose from.”

“One shirt in particular.” Bucky shoots Steve a glare. “Smartass.”

Steve chuckles and peers into the closet. “Which one?”

“That dark blue one with the black buttons?”

“Oh, you look good in that one,” Steve says, tone changing appreciatively.

“Damn right,” Bucky says. “And it’s comfortable. And it’s gone.”

“I’m sure it’s somewhere.” Steve says your name with an inquisitive tilt.

“Hasn’t seen it,” Bucky grunts and continues to stare ahead. He knows he’s getting too fixated on this but he just can’t help it. Where are these things going? “We got fucking gremlins or something.”

“And those gremlins need your clothes?”

Bucky scowls at Steve. Steve grins and gently shuts the door, then moves in to lean his back against it. “It’ll turn up eventually,” he says. His face tilts to the side as he tries on a smirk, like he still isn’t quite sure how to consciously make the shift from the awkward ugly duckling he thinks he used to be, to the rightfully cocky bastard Bucky knows he really is inside. “In the meantime– want to do something that requires no clothes at all?”

Bucky thinks that you might have a point when you say that it’s a good thing Steve doesn’t really know how to properly wield his true power. However, Bucky has always been an easy mark for Steve– and sometimes that’s not so bad.

~

This is a new shirt.

Bucky really likes it.

It, too, is gone.

“What the fuck,” Bucky says and flings the not-favorite shirt across the room. It lands with a ‘thud!’

And an “Mm!”

He whips his head around and sees you peeling the shirt off your face. You give it a once-over and then turn a wry smile at him. “At least it’s clean.”

“I’m sorry sweetheart,” he says and gets up.

You hand it back and look over the small piles of clothing scattered across the bedroom floor. “What’s going on? Is that shirt still missing?”

“Four shirts,” Bucky grumps and flings the one he’s holding down to the floor. He rests his forehead on your shoulder and sighs. “I don’t know what the hell I did with them.”

He expects comfort, but the way your body tenses is…confusing. At first he thinks he’s heavy or has somehow made you physically uncomfortable, but before he can pull away you rub his shoulders and absolutely every aspect of that motion feels awkward.

And when you say, “I’m sure they’ll turn up eventually,” he knows you’re hiding something. He just doesn’t know what.

Or why.

~

He still can’t figure it out, days later, when two of his shirts are returned to his closet like they had never left. Their homecoming might have even been missed, had Bucky not quickly made up a closet system known only to him. And here they are, freshly laundered, pressed, hanging nicely, nothing in the seams or– not that he ever thinks you would, but he just can’t fathom what you’ve been doing with them. You haven’t been wearing them, he would have noticed right away and he would not have been up a wall wondering where they were.

There are still two missing, but at least now he’s fairly certain he knows where they are. Or at least, who has them. He could confront you about it, but you might clam up and refuse to ever tell him why. The easiest way to go about this is to find them before you can put them back.

Unfortunately he doesn’t get a chance to think of a plan– he and Steve get a call to head out in an hour and an otherwise quiet afternoon turns into a flurry of activity as Steve and Bucky get debriefed and then rush to pack. You, ostensibly, are trying to help, but you end up mostly getting in the way.

“Hey,” Bucky says and pulls you aside so that Steve can finish checking the bags. “Me and Stevie’ve got this; we’ll be in and out and back in no time.”

“Mm hm,” you say, obviously still distressed, but you wrap your arms around him tightly, bury your face in his shoulder, and breathe in deeply.

Steve comes over and wraps his arms around you both. “I promise, it’s gonna be fine.” You turn your head to nuzzle Steve’s chest, then put one arm around him and grip him just as tight.

Bucky and Steve stay with you for several moments until the incessant buzzing of their phones annoy even you, and you see them out the door. Bucky spends the drive out to the plane getting his head right so he and Steve can come home safe and keep their promise to you.

~

It’s a few days later and past midnight when Bucky gets home. Steve has more to do but has sent Bucky ahead, hoping the early arrival will help ease your nerves.

The house is quiet and dark and Bucky moves through it easily, checking entry points on his way up. When he makes it to the bedroom doorway he stops and takes in the sight of you, sleeping soundly. His body relaxes in ways he hadn’t even known he was tense, and he shucks his clothes until he gets to his underwear, and then crawls into bed.

You stir and he’s quick to grab your hand and whisper reassuring nothings to you. The sheets are pretty rumpled, like you’ve been having a rough night, though when your eyes open you’re not panicked.

“Bucky,” you whisper with a smile and hug him. “Steve?”

“He’s just fine,” Bucky says and kisses you. The feel of your skin is so grounding he nuzzles closer.

“Bucky,” you laugh and arch your neck. Bucky takes the opening and digs his face in between you and fabric that…does not feel like the sheets. He brings his face back and pulls at the mystery cloth.

It’s one of Steve’s shirts.

“Uh oh,” you say under your breath and move your hand to cover that part of the bed. Bucky slips his hand under yours and brings out another shirt from under you.

His shirt. Wrinkled and creased but clean. He stares at you, wondering. You stare at something across the room. He moves in between you and that fixed point and continues to stare at you, unsure of what he needs to ask but having questions nonetheless.

You look at him, at the shirts, at him, at the shirts, him, the shirts, him.

“Oh hey.” You smile at him, lips twitching a little. “Looks like you found your shirt?”

~

In the morning Bucky is still confused.

You're trying to drown yourself in your cereal.

Steve thinks it’s hilarious.

“Guess you found your gremlin,” Steve teases Bucky and takes another big bite of his breakfast.

That at least makes you lift your head. “I’m a what?”

“I didn’t know it was you,” Bucky says. When you give him the stink-eye he insists, “Really! At least, not at first. And then I wanted to figure out…I still want to know…why?”

You shift like you’re going to literally crawl away in shame but Bucky puts his hand on the back of your chair, blocking your side escape with his arm. “I’m not making fun; I just want to know.”

You shrug half-heartedly and look elsewhere. “It’s…nice to have when you guys are gone. It feels like having part of you still with me.”

Bucky considers that and thinks of all the times, even recently, that he’s come up behind you and buried his face in the crook of your neck, and how you do the same. How you lift Steve’s arm and rest it over you as you press your face against him; how you’ll steal Bucky’s blanket and wrap yourself up in it. In retrospect, the ‘why’ is quite obvious.

You fidget your fingers in the silence. “That didn’t sound as dumb in my head, I swear.”

“I don’t think it sounds dumb,” Steve says and puts his hand on yours.

You look at Bucky as he thinks on it. “Okay,” he says eventually. “But…why do they have to be all my favorite shirts?”

There’s that ‘you’re lucky you’re cute’ look again. “They need to be the shirts you wear the most.” ‘Obviously’ is unspoken but so present he almost physically feels it.

Bucky rolls his eyes, because, unlike Steve, it’s not like he only wears the same five shirts and has enough of a stock that he doesn’t notice when one goes missing. “We’ll have to work something out then. In the meantime– ask when you want one.”

“Okay.” You scoot over to hug Bucky. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay sweetheart.” Bucky kisses your head. “And for what it’s worth, you’re the best-looking gremlin I’ve ever seen.”

You pinch him and, because Bucky loves you, he pretends to feel it.

~

After breakfast you’re all in the bedroom. You and Steve are relaxing in the reading chairs while Bucky unpacks his bag, because he’s not a slob (Steve), and once everything is put away or tossed into the laundry basket, Bucky stands in front of his closet and feels a sense of peace.

Well, almost.

“Hey,” Bucky says. “Where’s that one red shirt?”

“Hm?” You lift your head from your book and blink.

“The dark red shirt, with the long sleeves.”

You shrug. “I don’t know.”

He says your name in warning.

“Honest!” You shut the book and frown deeply. “Trust me, I wanted that one the most because you wore it all the time but it just van–…ished…”

Both you and Bucky turn your heads to look at Steve. He holds out for all of five seconds before he sighs and puts down his own book, goes over to his bag, and fishes around until he brings out rumpled red fabric.

“What the hell?” Bucky blurts out. “I was with you!”

“Yeah! What the hell?!” you pipe in with outrage that overshadows Bucky’s and makes him snap his head back to you.

“You got his other shirts,” Steve says defensively.

“You got him! I should get the best shirt to curl up with!”

“It’s my goddamn shirt!” Bucky interjects. You and Steve look at him and then share a look where you both, apparently, instantly resolve all your differences. You get up casually (“casually” his shiny metal bicep) and you and Steve both sidle on over like absolutely nothing is the matter.

“Come on Bucky,” Steve says, getting behind him and sliding his hands, one of which is still holding the shirt, over Bucky’s shoulders. “Do you really need one shirt?”

“Yeah,” you say, coming around on his other side and pressing close. “It’s just one shirt. Maybe we can all share it?”

“Well…” Bucky sighs and leans back into Steve.

And snatches his shirt and slips out to the sound of both of you protesting and whining.

He’s going to order a padlock for his dresser. And do his own goddamn laundry from now on.

Fucking gremlins.

[thedarkknights]

⊰ H E L L B O U N D ⊱

❥ (A/N): Hey guys, I wanted to apologize for taking so long, it’s just that I tried my best to keep the jokers in character which is rather difficult and time-consuming given that Heath is an unpredictable little fuck while Joaquin’s Joker, which I will refer to as Arthur throughout the story, is still unfamiliar territory to me. Anyways, this chapter will give a backstory in regards to how the reader met the Jokers; that being said, there won’t be much interaction between the reader and the jokers since, y’know, they’re barely meeting. Also, this is the first fic I’ve ever written so please don’t flame me too hard, although I am more than happy to receive constructive criticism! In any case, I hope y’all enjoy it :D

❥ Pairing: Heath Ledger Joker x Reader x Joaquin Phoenix Joker

❥ Summary: Don’t walk by yourself at night; you never know who or what you might come across. 

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Tonight was just like any other night — nothing out of the ordinary. Well, at least when it came to your daily “game plan,” which merely consisted of waking up, prepping for work, trying to maintain a straight appearance through your 12-hour shift, and coming home to attempt -and successfully fail- to get a decent amount of sleep. What kept gnawing your mind day and night, what kept you troubled throughout your workday and kept you up at night for continuous hours, was the constant reminder of how boring to life was. Devoid of any emotion that didn’t consist of the empty and dreary feeling of complete dissatisfaction. Every morning you’d wake up at 6:15, take 5 minutes to reflect if attending to your measly job as a waitress for Gotham’s oldest diner was worth it, and after accepting the fact that despite your job being utter shit you needed your weekly check to help pay for your rent and college tuition, you leave the warm comfort of your bed and head towards your closet to pick out your white long-sleeve shirt and black skirt of a uniform. Afterward, you make your way down to your restroom, and just before entering the shower; you take a good look at yourself in the mirror; you can’t help but notice how your dull eyes, once full of life and hope, reflect just how exhausted you are. The answer to your dilemma was simple, really, your life lacked inspiration. Excitement. Thrill. You didn’t have that little spark in you that everyone else seemed to have. After every completed day, when the sun would set, and darkness reigned the atmosphere, you reminded yourself that some desires are unattainable. Every night, rather than sleeping as an average person, would you’d lie awake, contemplating your day while staring at your ceiling. You fulfilled your daily requirements of serving ungrateful customers their once-canned meals because you needed to pay $442 per month for your college tuition alone; a degree in biological sciences? Yeah, right. Sure it’s what you aspired to receive, but you come home at 8 pm feeling wholly drained from energy, so you only study 4 hours, at best, per week. Life here in Gotham was fantastic, that is if you were Bruce Wayne. Maybe you should just marry Bruce Wayne and let him be your sugar daddy for the rest of your life. Sure. Besides, money can’t buy happiness. But it sure could buy you some more hours of sleep, right?

So here you are, walking towards Gotham’s subway to go to your apartment after a long day at work. Like a wish come true, the stairwell comes into view, just a block away. Just then, you distinctly heard what you made out to be a car burning rubber on these lonely streets, which was out-of-the-ordinary considering that Gotham wasn’t the criminal-infested, fast-paced and hectic place everyone claimed it to be. As you turn your head toward the source of the shrilling noise you saw what you considered to be a bomb get thrown out the front right window of a black vehicle which was now at least two blocks away; you couldn’t decipher what build or make the car was, but from the looks of it, it looked like a busted old-school Cadillac. While the classic car captivated your sights, the bomb detonated which scared the living shit out of you, to say the least; as if the reckless black Cady weren’t enough to alert you to get the fuck outta there and run towards safety, the massive explosion sure was. You start to run for the stairwell frantically, the harsh contact your black pumps makes with the concrete resonates within your eardrums; the staircase that ensured your safety was now just a crosswalk away. A step into the pitch-black street was all you were able to do before the black vehicle screeched to a stop at just an arm-length from you, blocking the entrance to your safe haven. 

The driver’s door was busted open as a tall man rapidly stepped out, and suddenly all attempts to escape from this gut-wrenching situation vanished; you stayed frozen in a mixture of awe and fear, gazing at the man like a deer caught in the headlights. The street lamp provided a streak of faint light, so you weren’t able to get a clear view of what the man was wearing other than a long, dark-purple trench coat, but that wasn’t what completely hypnotized you, no, it was his face. The stranger’s face was coated in poorly applied white makeup resulting in visible creases along his forehead, black smudges of paint framed his eyes up to his eyebrows, and a smear of contrasting blood-red lipstick forming a sinister smile; it was apparent he had worn this particular makeup for days. While lost in thoughts of the man before you, you failed to notice his accomplice stepping eloquently and unwavering out of the vehicle, it was until he vigorously slammed the door that you turned your attention to him. As he made his way around the front of the Cadillac, you noticed he had a stern look in his face, one that failed to project the light-hearted vibes that were usually associated with the classical clown makeup that decorated his face. The dim-yellow lighting provided by the street lamp prevented you from pinpointing the correct tone of the tuxedo this man was sporting, but there was no mistake in the coloring, it was red. Red like the devil himself. Your eyes wandered from his green locks downwards until you reached his hand, it was then you realized he was holding a bazooka. You practically felt the intense panic born from this observation ooze from every pore of your skin, your eyes never losing sight of the firearm in trepidation of what might occur next.  

“Well, hello beautiful” chirped the man before you in a playful tone, a tone that was unaccounted for, given the current circumstances. In any other situation, you would’ve welcomed the words with a warm smile, but that was an impossible task this time around; you slowly turned your head toward the source of the voice only to find the purple-clothed clown visually-inspecting you. He closed the short distance between the two of you all while lifting his hand and resting it upon your shoulder, giving him easy access to your ear; he wasted no time and whispered into your ear, “I’ll get back to you in a second, excuse me.” His hot breath made contact with your sensitive skin sending chills down your spine, your uncovered skin betraying you by exposing the goosebumps that rose all over your skin. There was something about this mysterious clown that aroused your senses, and even though you probably wouldn’t ever admit it, his brief contact left you desiring for more. Why did this menacing individual have such an effect on you? Immediately after, he spun to face his partner and pointed his index finger towards him, “y'know, for a man who loves to play with guns, you sure have terrible aim” he said teasingly only to radically change his tone into a relatively dour one within a matter of seconds, “try not to miss this time, will you?”, and just like that he began to march forward. Curiosity got the best of you as you turned in his direction, and it was then you noticed a caped-man riding a dark-colored opaque motorcycle towards the joker; the clown hunched his shoulders down as he came into an abrupt stop, clenching his fists as he daringly stared forward at the caped crusader. Then it hit you at once, the bomb previously thrown was used to create a divergence between the caped crusader and the jokers, which only meant that the bazooka was to be used for him as well. Your jaw dropped in horror, and your knees were seconds away from giving out until you heard a soft, tender voice utter, “you might wanna duck here, doll”; you flipped your head towards the formally dressed clown only to find him down on one knee, resting the bazooka on his shoulder as he tried to get an accurate hold of his target. Without a moment’s hesitation, you threw yourself onto the hard asphalt and quickly shielded your head with your arms allowing your forearms to cover your ears as you tightly shut your eyelids. 

All was quiet for a couple of seconds until a loud, monstrous blast resonated within the lonely streets of Gotham; your eardrums produced an eerie ring that made your skin crawl. You gently rose onto you knees and slowly opened your eyes taking notice how your knees were scrapped due to the savage manner in which you threw yourself on the road; realization hit you like a train, and you hastily turned towards the raging flames produced from the explosion, your eyes desperately looking for the joker and the motorcyclist. You registered how the motorcycle was bursting in uncontrollable flames, and in that instant, you felt a sharp pain in your stomach, causing you to clench the bottom of your dirt-stained shirt. You then turned your head downwards in shock and defeat, taking notice of your lightly bleeding palms; as you faintly began to message them to prevent yourself from crying, you heard a fit of hysterical laughter. In alert, you frantically searched for the source of the sinister guffawing, but a particular silhouette interrupted your plans as it captured your complete attention; Just like a soldier valiantly rising to face their opponent once again after receiving a severe beat down, the masked individual arose with great exhaustion from the pavement, having to use his right knee to leverage himself upwards. Your eyes widened in sudden realization of who this masked man was; he was none other than the infamous crime-fighting vigilante known as the Batman, the dark knight willing to sacrifice just about anything to provide security and restore hope to the citizens of Gotham. You couldn’t control yourself any longer and finally permitted your eyes to release tears full of joy and relief, relief that your hero, the man capable of helping you escape this horrible situation, was still alive; the moment truly felt like a divine experience until a low, diabolical growl made itself present within the corner of your eye. 

You cautiously faced the clown as he strode towards the Batman. 

“Y’know, I would’ve thought that after the death of your little boy-scout buddy, Robin was it?, you would’ve learned your lesson,” he said viciously as he reached for a crowbar hidden within the inner pockets of his coat, “but no, you just have to have things your way, don’t you? Guess history really does repeat itself, huh?”

“You’re an immoral scum with no respect for anyone or anything, not even for human life”

“that makes two of us, doesn’t it? You’re no different than me, you broke your one, golden rule with Harvey. In fact, I think you and I are so similar that we deserve to share something more than just a flawed moral status, don’t we? How ‘bout some scars, huh? Here I’ll help get you started,” and with that, he grasped the crowbar and charged at Batman with full force, directly striking his forehead, which sent him crashing right into the dark asphalt. 

The Joker swung at him repeatedly, his strength increasing exponentially after each impact when suddenly the Batman caught the head of the crowbar and jerked the metal backward sending the opposite end crashing down onto the Joker’s lower rib causing the clown to curse and bend in pain; he remained in that position for a fraction of a second only to straighten back and expel a wicked laughter from his throat that caused your heart to halt for a second. There was no doubt in mind that The Joker was like no other man, and you knew things were only going to take a turn for the worst; you wanted to help Batman, you truly did, but what exactly were you going to do? What could you do? Run up there and scream at the Joker to stop? Put your non-existent strength to the test and take a few jabs at the clown? As the Batman said, The Joker was a man that had no rules, that lived to put every belief into question, that took pleasure in demonstrating how any moral code was ill-founded; a man that had no real purpose in life other than to create absolute chaos. Just his mannerisms alone reflected how mentally unstable he was, the way in which he would roughly clench his fists that he would crack his knuckles, how he repeatedly licked his cherry-red lips in anticipation for havoc, how he snarled so ferally his whole body vibrated. Your head fell sideways in defeat, you felt as if you could cry once again but instead of releasing tears of joy, they’d be salty tears of incompetence. 

“Oh, you…you really are a stubborn person y'know that? Let’s play for a while longer. Then we’ll be able to see just how tough your little act of courage really is,” the Joker barked bitterly.

“You can entertain yourself with me all you want Joker, just let the girl go. That’s beneath you,” Batman said in genuine fear of what a low-life criminal like the Joker could do to a defenseless woman like yourself, the pain of his previous beating evident in his strained voice. Your ears perked up at the mention of your presence, a feeling of disgrace washing over you as you cognized how willing the Batman was to save you despite his helpless state. 

“Oh, you mean the little poodle? No, no, we got plans for her. But don’t worry, Arthur here will take good care of her,” the joker replied in a mischievous voice as he turned to face someone behind you, tucking his bottom lip below his upper lip.

It was then you realized that you had been so absorbed within the Batman-Joker ordeal that you completely disregarded the menacing clown behind you. And you really had failed to notice the way he observed you with lustful eyes, how he quietly took notice of every breath you exhaled, of the lock of hair you hid behind your ear, of the thin-layer of eyeliner that framed your eyes and the lip balm that moisturized your lips; he visually measured your breast size, picturing his hands softly caressing your breasts. Arthur didn’t fail to overlook how your tight, black skirt slowly rose from your knees up to your thighs, secretly worshipping your newly exposed skin. 

You whipped your head to face the clown, your pupils dilating in fear as you make direct eye contact with Arthur, who sported a wide grin across his face. Like a rabbit after spotting it’s stalking predator, you desperately tried to create a distance between the two of you, your plan being to rush to the Batman for safety despite knowing his current condition. Unfortunately, Arthur caught you from behind, imprisoning your arms and waist with his left arm all while covering your nasal and oral airways with a damp cloth using his right hand. 

After writhing under his unforgiving hold for what felt like hours, you fell limp under his firm clasp, feeling yourself slowly descent into a state of light-headedness due to the suffocation. As your body started to slump back onto Arthur, you were able to appreciate how comforting it felt to be under his hold, how warm his arms felt around your body. It was rather alarming, to say the least, how this man was able to put your mind in ease; it was as though something about him was able to fulfill that empty feeling in your chest. No longer in a state of panic, your muscles relaxed as you started to slip into an unconscious state, the last thing your mind was able to register was how the Joker ferociously thrashed Batman with his crowbar, which was now dripping in blood. 

A wave of sorrow washed over your body, and then that was it; everything just stopped. 

Everything simply got dark and quiet…

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[highfivecalum]

Coachella {CH}

a/n: k so i’ve been dreaming about those pictures of calum like they’re haunting me in a good way so here’s some half assed/kind of shitty 3k one shot of coachella calum that i don’t expect to do well but i’m posting it anyway lmao so!!! anywayyy hope y’all like :))

It was hot out and the music was blasting. Everyone stood around the pool, laughing and singing along to the music, having photo shoots on their phones and expensive cameras. Coachella weekend was one the biggest and funnest occasions and of course Mallory and her friends were going to attend. They hadn’t missed it in years.

Her friends were a mixture of normal, non famous people like her, Instagram influencers, and actually, famous worldwide known people. Photographers, models, bands, you name it, she was friends with them. She couldn’t remember how her average self became friends with these people, honestly, but she was thankful for them. They didn’t act like they were famous, just like they were normal people like her, and she appreciated that. They didn’t treat her as if she was any less of their friend since she was normal.

Mallory huffed as she leaned over, resting her hands on her knees and trying to help the aching pain that was in her back. It was the third and last day of Coachella, and the standing and dancing all day and night the past forty-eight hours were taking a toll on her. Backaches weren’t common for her, so it felt like her spine was breaking off.

“You good over there?” Mallory lifted her head up at the sound of a voice, keeping her hands on her knees, an letting out a breathless laugh at Calum’s question. Calum Hood, one of her very famous worldwide known friends. The two of them weren’t as close and the rest of the band, but they still hung out and talked. He was usually reserved and closed off and Mallory knew that, so she didn’t take it personally.

“My back is fucking aching,” Mallory groaned. “Coachella ain’t for me this year.”

And she was right. Unlike the years before, it was hotter outside, her whole body was absolutely aching, and the exhaustion was taking over. But day three was always the most fun, so she wasn’t going to stay back at the house and miss out on the fun. She was going to troop it out and drink the pain away like everybody else was doing.

“Why don’t you sit down?” Calum took a long drag of his cigarette and exhaled the smoke. He watched as Mallory stood all the way up, throwing her head back in pain, and pressed his lips together at the sight of the glitter her and her friends had applied to their chests. She was glistening with glitter and sweat and her outfit was revealing, just like everybody else's. It was hard for him to keep his eyes off of her.

Calum had always had a soft spot for Mallory. He wasn’t sure what it was about her, but he was drawn to her the minute he met her. He was still distant and closed off, but he would talk to her when he was around her. He wanted to get to know her better, become closer, but he was scared of getting too close to anybody - minus his band - especially when it was a pretty girl with a personality that every guy fell for.

It wasn’t a secret that some of the guys in their friend group liked her as more than a friend and thought she was attractive. It was hard not to like Mallory. She was nice, probably the nicest one in their friend group, gorgeous, and could make anybody laugh. All in all, it was hard not to like Mallory. Even platonically. That’s why Calum tried to keep his distance.

Mallory looked around and frowned at the lack of chairs. All the lawn chairs were taken and the few fold-able camping chairs her friends had brought were in use, and sitting on the concrete ground was definitely not going to help ease the pain in her back. “There’s nowhere to sit.”

Calum looked around as well, noticing that the only place to sit was the ground. He wasn’t about to let her sit on the ground. But, he also didn’t want to stand. So, looking down at his parted legs, he looked back up at her and bit his lip in thought. “C’mere,” Calum patted his blue pant covered thigh. Mallory looked at his face and to his hand that was patting his thigh with raised eyebrows. “Sit on my lap. It’s better than the ground.”

Mallory and Calum weren’t affectionate. They had hugged maybe four times in the five years of being friends. Unlike Mallory and Michael or Luke or her other friends who often hugged every time they saw each other. So, she was hesitant. She couldn’t even try to lie to herself and say that his thigh didn’t look good to sit on, because it did. Too good.

Mallory was attracted to Calum the second she saw him. I mean, who wouldn’t be? She followed him on Instagram before she even met him in person, already being a fan of his band, so when she first met him and the rest of the band through a mutual friend, she was a little starstruck. But then she realized that she was already friends with famous people and the guys were no different.

Mallory looked around once more, hoping a seat had opened up, and sighed in defeat when one hadn’t. She took a few steps towards Calum and carefully sat down on his lap sideways, so her legs were in between his parted ones. She let out a breath and sighed happily as she instantly felt the ache subside just a little bit.

“Better?” Calum laughed.

Mallory nodded her head. “Much.” None of their friends thought anything of her sitting on Calum’s lap, really. They knew there was alcohol being consumed and weed being smoked, and nobody’s head was completely sober or clear, so it wasn’t too strange for Mallory to be sitting on his lap.

Calum was hyper aware of Mallory on his lap. She wasn’t heavy at all, but he could feel the warmth from her bare legs against his pants and could smell the coconut tanning lotion she had put on earlier mixed with the smell of the Strawberry Daiquiri she was currently drinking. Calum wasn’t one to drink fruity drinks, but it smelled so good, he had to at least try it.

“That good?” Calum pointed to her drink and she nodded her head as she took a long sip. It was hot out and the coldness of the drink did only a little to cool her down. She held the cup out to him, offering him a sip, and he gladly took it, offering her his cigarette in return. They both wrapped their lips around the ends of them and sucked and inhaled. “Damn,” Calum took another sip. “That shit is good.”

“Want me to make you one?” Mallory tried to get up, but realized Calum’s hand resting on her hip was a little too tight and kept her sitting down. She didn’t mind, though.

“Nah, ‘m good. I’ll stick to my Corona.”

Mallory snorted. “Strawberry Daiquiri too feminine for you, Calum? Gonna kill your masculinity?”

“That’s exactly what it’s gonna do, Mal.” Calum laughed and Mallory shook her head. They fell into a comfortable silence and listened to their friends converse. Mallory swayed back and forth to the music playing that was getting everybody hyped for the artists they were going to see later on that day.

Ashton was walking around taking pictures of everybody with his phone, acting as their photographer even though they had actual photographer friends there. His face lit up when he saw Mallory and Calum, looking more like a couple than friends since she was on his lap. “Cal! Mal!” Their heads shot up and looked at Ashton expectantly. “Picture time. Pose for me.”

Mallory instantly went into model mode and wrapped her arms around Calum’s neck, surprising him but not disappointing him, and he wrapped his arms around her waist. She leaned back slightly so she wasn’t covering Calum’s face and grinned widely, showing off her pearly white teeth. Calum’s facial expression mirrored Mallory’s and instead of looking at the camera, he looked at her and admired her, thankful for the sunglasses on his face that covered his eyes. Nobody could see through them, so nobody could catch him staring at her.

Calum took a few solo, per Ashton’s request, and so did Mallory. Calum pulled her back down on his lap so the pair could look through the pictures Ashton took of them. They were cute and totally looked like they were a couple, but Calum didn’t mind. He hadn’t posted a picture on Instagram in a while and he knew that he had to bless the fans with good content, and that’s the best content he’s had in a while.

“These are so cute!” Mallory giggled tipsily.

Calum hummed in agreement and opened an app for picture editing. Once they were both satisfied, Calum sent them to Mallory like she asked him to and he sent them to himself off of Ashton’s phone. Calum’s thumb hovered over his Instagram app. “Mind if I post ‘em?”

Mallory’s eyes widened in surprise, but she shook her head no. “Not at all. Why would I mind?”

“Dunno.” Calum shrugged. “You know how the fans can be. They usually freak out when we post pictures with friends that are girls and I don’t want you gettin’ attacked by them.”

Mallory thought it was sweet how Calum was looking out for her. And she thought it was sweet that he wanted to posted a picture of the two of them. Sure, there were a few other pictures he was posting too; two of just himself and another of him, Ashton, and Luke, but still. She was involved and it made her happy to be a part of something.

“I’m surprised you wanna post them,” Mallory admitted. “I mean, you don’t post often, and when you do it’s never of you and some random girl.”

Calum frowned at Mallory thinking she was just some random girl. She was everything but that. They were friends, not the best of friends, but they had known each other for years. Sometimes, in his mind, Calum considered her one of his closest friends. “You’re not just some random girl, Mal. You’re a good friend. You know that.”

Calum gave her his blessing to post the one of them and she added some other ones of her and her girl friends, but her Instagram blew the fuck up with notifications, likes, and comments. Some good and some, most of them, bad. But she ignored them. She and Calum were just friends and nothing more than that.

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Lingering touches and dancing close to one another were how Calum and Mallory spent the rest of their night. Calum had never been touchy, never been one to show affection to his friends, but after he had a few drinks and after Mallory got off of his lap, he couldn’t seem to take his hands off of her.

He had his arm around her shoulder as they walked through the crowd and watched from stage to stage. Or, if it was a particularly crowded set or crowd, Calum would instantly, without a second thought, take Mallory’s hand in his so he wouldn’t lose her. They danced together, Calum holding her hand up and spinning her around, or the two of them pressed against one and another.

This time, their friends did notice the touching. They didn’t think anything of the lap sitting, but the dancing and hand holding? It was out of the ordinary. That’s when Mallory’s friends pulled her to the side to question her.

“What is going on with you and Calum?”

“What do you mean?” Mallory furrowed her eyebrows.

“You two look like a couple.” Her other friend butted in.

“What?” Mallory laughed loudly. “Yeah, right. We’re friends, guys. You know that.”

“I have never seen Calum be that touchy with a friend before, Mal. Is there something goin’ on that you’re not telling us about?”

“No, guys, seriously,” Mallory grimaced as she spoke the next words that she wished she didn’t have to say. She had spent the whole day with Calum and it could have just been the alcohol in her system, but she found herself getting more and more attracted to him and starting to liking him, not just as a friend. It was crazy, she thought. But she coudn’t help it. “We’re friends, that’s all. Just friends.”

Her friends gave each other looks, but Mallory ignored them, and huffed in annoyance. She was tired, her feet and her back hurt, and she was not in the mood to be interrogated by her friends. She had already seen all of the performers that she wanted to, so she was ready to call it a night. If she didn’t leave soon she would get cranky and nobody wanted that.

“You don’t have to believe me, but it’s true,” Mallory shot down their thoughts before they could voice them again and let a yawn rip out of her mouth. “I’m leaving now. Tell everyone I say bye.”

Her phone was dead, so there was no option of calling an Uber, and the house they were staying in was a thirty minute walk, which was long but not the worst, so she decided on walking and not bothering the rest of her friends to leave with her and get her an Uber.

“Ay, Mal! Wait up!” She heard Calum call and she turned around, walking backwards once she made sure nobody was walking behind her. He continued jogging to catch up with her. “You leavin’ already?”

“Mhm,” Mallory hummed tiredly. “I’m tired and gonna call it a night.”

“I’ll go with you.” Calum pulled out his phone and went to order them an Uber, but it died just as the app opened. He didn’t want to make Mallory walk, but now they had no choice. Halfway through the walk, Mallory groaned in pain and kicked her platform sandals off. She couldn’t believe she had lasted in them all day and night. Calum stopped in place and crouched down in front of her. “Hop on.”

Mallory didn't even try to protest and happily jumped on Calum’s back. She let her arms hang on either side of his neck, her shoes in her hands, as she rested her head on his shoulder. She was exhausted and could have fallen asleep on his back, but every time he would shift and hike her higher up on his back and squeeze her thighs, she was wide awake. The feeling of Calum’s hands on her thighs had her thinking way too many thoughts she should not be thinking about a friend.

Once they were home, Calum let Mallory down and her bare feet barely hit the ground before she was losing balance and stumbling over. Her knees and feet were aching and standing was not something she was capable of doing anymore. But before she could hit the concrete, Calum was wrapping his arms around her waist and catching her.

Her breath hitched in her throat at how close their faces were, how close Calum’s lips were to her own, and she nervously swallowed the lump in her throat. Calum’s lips looked so plump and so fucking inviting and she wanted so badly to kiss them, but she didn’t have the balls to make the first move.

But it seemed she didn’t have to make the first move as Calum pressed his lips against hers. It took her less than a second to wrap her arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. They both wanted it so bad, wanted each other so bad, that they didn’t have to pull apart to make sure the other wanted it. They felt it and they just knew.

Calum’s dropped Mallory’s shoes, slid his hands down from her waist to her butt, and her thighs. He gripped them and lifted her up effortlessly. She wrapped her legs around his waist like she had done it so many times before and slid her fingers through his newly dyed blonde hair that she absolutely loved. Calum walked blindly to the patio that was hidden behind trees and bushes and fell back onto the couch that was there.

Her lips trailed down his lips to his neck and collarbones, sucking and biting, leaving marks on him. His breathing was unsteady, uneven, and he felt like a teenage boy when he felt himself getting hard that quickly, but that was just the effect she had on him and he loved it. He loved the way she made him feel and he had barely even felt her yet.

Calum peeled his shirt off and nearly tore off the knit tank top Mallory had on. Her lips trailed down his stomach as she slid off of his lap and her lips stopped just below his belly button. She expertly undid his belt, the button and zipper on his pants, and started taking them off, all the while his eyes never left her. He lifted his hips just a little bit to help her and he was left in just his tight boxer briefs that were even tighter against his already hard cock.

Mallory palmed him through his boxers and watched as his eyes fluttered shut just at the touch of her hand. She loved how he reacted to her. Pulling his boxers down, she didn’t warn him before her lips wrapped around his hard cock and began bopping her head up and down. She smirked against him when she heard the small moans and pants leave his mouth. She pumped what she couldn’t fit in her mouth and looked at him through her eyelashes. She swore that her new favorite sight was Calum like this; brows furrowed, eyes squeezed shut, bottom lip between his teeth to stifle his moans.

She got lost in looking at him, too entranced by his beauty and the facial expression and noises he was making just because of her, she was  surprised when he unexpectedly took a fist full of her hair and yanked her up from his cock. Attaching his lips to hers again as he mumbled against them, “As much as I love your mouth, wanna taste you.”

He slid down the couch, so only his back was on the cushions and his feet were planted firmly on the ground, and she was hovered over him. She was wearing a skirt so all he had to do was push her panties to the side and she was exposed to him. His mouth went to her heat, his tongue flicking against her clit, and she gasped. Her moans were endless and the grip she had on his curls was getting harder and harder the closer she was to her orgasm.

“Fuck, Cal,” Mallory moaned breathlessly, trying her hardest to be quiet since they were outside still, but it was hard not to be loud with how good he was making her feel. “‘M gonna cum.” He hummed in response, loving how she looked above him, and his tongue flicked harder. Her mouth hung open, her eyes squeezed shut, and her grip on his hair so hard her knuckles turned white. Calum’s new favorite sight, just like Mallory’s, was her coming undone above him.

She moaned his name as she came undone on his mouth and in one swift movement, he was sliding up the couch and she was sitting on his lower stomach, dangerously close to where he wanted her the most. He connected their lips and she didn’t care that she was tasting herself on his mouth, way too caught up in the moment of it all.

“Want you to ride me, baby.” Calum mumbled against her lips and Mallory didn’t have to be told twice. She lifted her hips, moving them back just less than a centimeter, and gave him time to retrieve a condom from his wallet. He slid it on and there was no more time wasted before she was sinking down on him. “Oh fuck, baby. Feel so, so fucking good around me.”

She bounced up and down on his cock, letting him guide her hips as much as he wanted, and she buried her face in the crook of his neck, leaving love bites all over his skin as he gripped her hips so hard she was sure there would be bruises. But she didn’t care. Calum could do anything to her, leave bruises and hickeys all over her skin, and she wouldn’t care because it was him.

Calum took control, never letting her hips go as he thrust into her, staring into her eyes as he held her up since he knew she was getting close. His thumb came down to her clit, rubbing lazy but fast and effective circles against it, and by the look on her face, he knew that she was about to hit her second orgasm of the night. The way her jaw hung open and her eyes rolled into the back of her head, the way she threw her head back and let out a strangled moan, had Calum hitting his own orgasm.

They hit their highs at the same time, moaning each others names as they came undone together, and once they were done, they didn’t get up right away. They wanted to stay in that position; with Calum still inside of her and her around him. And even if she did want to move, she wouldn’t have been able to with the grip Calum still had on her and the way her already tired and sore legs were shaking.

“That was unexpected,” Calum mumbled against the skin on her shoulders, a light laugh leaving his lips. “Unexpected, but amazing.” She was too tired to respond, tired from being in the sun and on her feet and from all of the alcohol consumed during the weekend, and now from that, Mallory just hummed in response. “You tired?”

Mallory mumbled a ‘yes’ and she carefully got off of him, careful to steady her legs before she fell over, and the two of them dressed themselves in silence. It wasn’t an awkward or uncomfortable silence, it was nice, and they didn’t need to say anything to each other.

Calum found himself in Mallory’s bed instead of his own, in just his boxers now, with her next to him in his shirt and her underwear. He moved the hair that had fallen in her face and ran his thumb over her lower lip that was swollen from his teeth biting it. He couldn’t believe what had just happened, so unexpected and so fast, but so fucking good.

“We’re not just friends, are we?” Mallory asked sleepily, peeling her eyes open to see him. She too, just like Calum, was in shock about what had happened. There was no regrets between the two of them, though. They both knew it was more than just sex. 

Calum grinned and leaned forward, kissing her lips in a more tender, less rushed and less intense kiss as the ones the shared before. With complete honesty, he told her, “We never were, love.”

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The Demon Next Door, Chapter 1

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It was a normal day just like any other, High Schooler Marco Diaz was fast asleep in his room, waiting for the alarm to go off so he could get ready for school.  Another long and boring day of school to be exact, as it had been for 17 years of the human child's life. On a better day he would've preferred to have stayed in his bed for hours and just rest, but that would only get him nowhere in life and with Karate later this week and of course his chores, sleeping in was going to have to wait for the weekend. It was just another boring, normal day. What do you expect when you live in a town called Echo Creek though? And what would you expect from someone as normal and average as Marco Diaz?

As the alarm beeped he hit the button and sighed, his eyed opened and closing in sleep before getting up.  He stretched his legs and found the nerve to get up and get dressed in his usual jeans, hoodie, and sneakers. Out the window he could see very little action, as everyone was possible still getting ready for the day, the only activity he could spot was some large trucks outside of a rather nice looking house practically across the street from him, there seemed to be movers taking some boxes outside of the trucks and making their way inside. He didn't pay it much mind though, he needed to hurry up and get ready, he had to make it to the bus on time and get a seat next to his best friend. He didn't have all day to gawk across the street to see what was happening when he had other matters to take care of, he needed to finish school for today, get his homework done and hopefully work on his plan on asking his crush out like he usually tended to do every night. Not to mention he always had babysitting duties for his younger sister in the evenings these days. If he didn't make it on time for class, it'd ruin his daily schedule, not to mention probably worry the heck out of his friend, and that usually never resulted in anything good. He hummed to himself as he finished getting dressed and went downstairs to see his family, who were already wide awake of course, they were usually more at home then they were at work, and that had it's benefits and it's downfalls. "Good morning Marco!", his dad shouted from the kitchen, "Breakfast is on the table for today! Better eat up so you don't miss the bus!"., Marco thanked him with a small wave, his family seemed to have been infected by "The happy virus", as his family seemed almost overally positive all the time. Marco sometimes loved it, but also sometimes he hated it, especially now, in his moody teenage years where positivety didn't always seem to click with him and his generation. Well, maybe it was more him. "Yeah i got it....don't worry, i'm gonna catch it in time...promise...". "See the new neighbors moving in marco?". Angie Diaz could be spotting feeding Marco's younger sister some breakfast as he stopped to eat the fresh plate of omelets and bacon left out for him, he grabbed a fork full and made quick work of it, "Yeah, from my window...when did they move in?". He wasn't entirely paying much attention, more focused on the rest of his day then on some strangers moving in nearby, "Oh, just today i think, we haven't made an introduction yet but i think i spotted a boy about your age over there, maybe you should go say hi later today?". "Uhhh...I don't know about that....". "Well, that's how you met Star right? When she moved in last year? Sounds like a good opportunity to make a new friend.", the human sighed, "Mom, Star kinda approached ME, it was never really the other way around. And besides...i'm sure the guy's probably not too crazy about making friends so soon. He might need more time to...settle in and all that.". He finished his food and stood up, "Maybe some other time mom, just uh....i'll catch up with you later..". His mom didn't have much time to say goodbye before he headed out but he didn't like to waste time. Especially to see his long time crush Jackie again. There was no time to waste. As he waited for the bus he could get a better view of the family moving in, and if marco didn't know better he'd think they were probably really into goth and horror judging by their rather spooky looking furniture and decor being carried into their equally spooky house. He could spot an older man which he presumed was the father speaking to a younger figure marco had only to assume was the son his mother had been talking about. Wearing a leather jacket and reddish hair with a streak of pink in it, they seemed to be a little at odds but they didn't pay marco any mind. No sign of the mother though she was probably inside, then again, maybe he was assuming too much about this family to say if they even had a mother. They had only just moved in and he was already judging and making too many assumptions about them, not a good way to start with his new neighbors. The first time he met Star he assumed she'd be another Brittney Wong, another unlikable popular girl who threw her money around willy nilly and made everyone feel bad about themselves. And that turned out to be far from the truth. He probably shouldn't judge so heavily here, though the house and the furniture being moved in had him curious. They stopped talking quickly and the boy turned around to see Marco was looking at him, the human felt a twinge of embarrassment as he turned his head away, just as the bus came rolling up to get him.  Thank god for the bus because that would've looked odd, him staring at the new kid. Stepping aboard he found Star and took a seat next to his best friend, watching the boy and his house roll out of view quickly and allowing marco to calm down and get back on track for today. "Ooooo, new neighbors?", Star, Marco's bubbly blonde friend asked. Star was an unusual girl since the day they first met, with long blonde hair, hearts on her cheeks that she simply told them were just makeup, and bright blue eyes, not to mention her horned headband and sense of crazy fashion. She looked back through the window as Marco shrugged, "Yeah i guess so, we haven't had any new neighbors around since well...you, so looks like we're gonna have a new student soon too...". "OOOOO!!", she jumped up and down in her seat, "Who are they? Are we gonna see them in homeroom today?!". "What? no star, that's not how it works, they gotta move in first.....and besides, I don't really know anything about them...they kinda just....showed up....it's kinda weird.", Marco shook it off though, "Don't worry about it Star, i'm sure you can talk to them later on....for now, let's just focus on today. Did you even finish up all your homework this time or do I need to help you out again?". Star, gave him a pout and grabbed onto her backpack strap in a meek manner. "Star...". "I'm not good with math marco...you know that...". "What even are your private lessons about, I thought they were to help you catch up in class?!". Star sweated but brushed it off fast, "Well, yeah! But i still prefer you helping me marco.....pretty please? This was so typical of Star, her parents seemed so rich, hiring her private tutors for lessons and keeping her up all the time with them, but Star herself didn't seem to be getting anywhere with her earth studies. She claimed that her old school in whatever state she lived in had taught her very differently but marco was sure she just had paid no attention whatsoever to her lessons and that could be easily told by her normal grade score in her classes. Did the girl ever get goods grades on her own? Most likely no considering what Marco has seen. "Fine, i'll help you out, before class starts....but you really outta try harder in these classes star, these are kinda supposed to help you in the future, getting a job and all that?", Star pouted at what he was telling her, and he knew how much she hated being lectured, but she still complied. "Fine fine fine, from this point on, i'll stop asking you for help with my homework....IF, we go over and meet the new neighbors later today! I wanna see if they're any cool...". "Star...focus!" There she was again, making excuses to avoid talking about her study habits. "What? Last time someone moved in, you made a best friend....maybe they'll be cool enough that we'll have someone to hang out with us for movie nights and stuff! Being a new kid is tough, that's why we outta be his friends before anyone else does!", marco laughed to himself, "Says the girl who made friends with everyone instantly when she got here, Star, i'm sure the new kid will be fine without us....besides, i like just the two of us hanging out just fine...". She rolled her eyes as the bus rode on, making it's way to the school and finally dropping the kids off for the day. Marco of course, was perfectly ready to sit in his perfect spot to greet jackie that day, the two nodding and star groaning at marco yet again, not even saying a single word to the girl. But Marco ignored her, making a snide nod to all their instances of having her deal with crushes and how THOSE normally turned out and Star quieted on the matter. Marco quickly went over some of the algebra they just learned before they could separate into different classes that morning, he didn't know how much star was paying attention but she was scribbling down some notes, so he could only hope that meant she would be fine on her own for now. The girl was definitely a strange one alright, but at the same time she was his best friend. The first class when on fine, business as per usual, and marco glanced every once in awhile at a blonde girl sitting in the front row with short hair and a blue streak in her hair. He blushed as he kept taking notes, Jackie Lynn Thomas, the girl he'd been crushing on since forever, was sitting in his first class in the front row, and he still had made no effort to ask her out. Star teased him about this since the first day they met and he couldn't blame her, he looked like a fool crushing on a girl like this. As though jackie would just turn around and embrace him. When he knew she never would if his life depended on it. He had been crushing on her since they were kids, and he couldn't recall ever even speaking a full sentence to her, it shouldn't have been so hard and yet, it was. He had to make a move eventually, he had practically dreamt about asking her to the next school dance and with his luck someone else would ask her out before then and he'd miss his chance. Jackie was rather desirable after all, there was no way he was the only guy....or girl, who'd ask her to go with them. Ugh, he was such an idiot. His focus was so much on Jackie he had barely noticed the teacher attempting to get everyone's attention, being signaled by someone at the door. Marco looked up to see a very familiar and handsome boy walk in, he seemed rather mixed race though marco couldn't identify exactly what, with a long nose and beautiful green eyes, he had fiery red hair and a pink streak alongside it, his ears were pierced and he seemed to be wearing eyeliner. With a leather jacket, a ripped shirt, boots, and jeans, he looked like a true badboy. And Marco recognized him immediately. His new neighbor, the kid he was staring at earlier. "Class, I'd like to introduce you to our newest student, Thomas Lucitor!". - It didn't take long for Marco to form an opinion on Tom, he seemed to be quiet, bad at making friends, and seemed to like to keep to himself. Marco couldn't entirely blame him though, he was new to this place and he seemed like he was still getting used to the move, though marco had to wonder how he got here and signed in to the school when he only moved in so shortly ago. Then again, Star did the same thing so maybe Tom's parents planned ahead like hers seemed to. Either way, the boy seemed distant, mad even. He frequently looked mad, sometimes like he would cry at times, not like when star arrived. She came in super bubbly and happy and excited and people were drawn to her instantly, and she adapted within a few hours of her arrival like it was a walk in the park. Tom was not that. He didn't really raise his hand, or talk, and he seemed to keep to himself. Marco noticed he kept looking out the classroom window more then anything, not really paying much attention to the teachers and trying to occupy his mind with anything else. He was a strange boy, that was for sure, but then marco felt himself sink with some shame for making fun of the new kid. He considered speaking to him, but kept to himself, just glancing at him every once in awhile as the class continued. And Marco found himself watching him till class ended more then Jackie as the bell rung and everyone started to pack up, Tom grabbing his stuff and walking out into the hallway. Marco bit his lip and grabbed his own stuff, heading out to his next class to find that the Lucitor boy was standing in the middle of the hallway, everyone in a rush to get to their next class but clearly he was not, and Marco for a split second almost left him before gaining the courage to go up and talk to him, if only to ask why he was doing absolutely nothing when the bell rang in 5 minutes. He had planned to move on, to stop worrying so much about this kid and continue the say as normal but....found he couldn't, at the very least he could try, if this tom guy turned out to be unpleasent then he wouldn't have to bother him ever again. New kids usually tended to have a hard time in this school, but maybe that was because Brittney was popular and judgemental and used to making those kids feel like outcasts off the bat, and if he was going to see this kid on his block more often, the least he could do was say hi. He tapped on the boy's shoulder, hoping tom wouldn't hurt him for this, and Tom almost jumped, scared out of his mind.. "Uh.....hi? Do..you need help?". Tom blinked at him, blushing and adverting his eyes in embarrassment of his situation, "I uh....yeah, i don't really know where i'm going or what i'm doing...i'm new....so...i don't know where to go.". He was way more awkward then he looked upon first glance, his eyes avoiding contact with marco's and his body tensing. Marco held his hand out, "Hand me your schedule, i'll help you out..", Tom thought for a moment and pulled out a paper from his back and red backpack and handed it over. Marco felt tom looking at him for a bit as he rapidly scanned the paper over, "You're my new neighbor aren't you? I saw you earlier today...". Marco, embarrassed, let out an awkward laugh to ease his embarrassment for gawking at his neighbors, "Yeah that was me....but don't worry, I don't plan to uh...stare at you like that again uh...no wait, I mean... you'll fit in around here eventually...". "Thanks...I uh..sorry, i guess i'm wasting your time...". Marco smiled at him gently and handed back the paper, still rather embarrassed, "Oh no, it's ok, trust me....I had to help a lot of new kids around here out before....c'mon, we have the next class together, let's make it before the bell starts ok?". He grabbed Tom's wrist and the two hurried their way to the next room, only making it seconds before the door shut. Tom seemed incredibly thankful and smiled the first time he had since Marco saw him that day, guess Star wasn't entirely wrong with that suggestion to make friends with the new kid, he might've jumped the gun dismissing it earlier. He was so used to it being only him in Star for awhile, that he hadn't been one for making many new friends, but- Tom seemed like a decent guy. Maybe on the outside he looked a little scary but overall he seemed rather friendly and easygoing, if not also a little shy, he really didn't look how he acted at all. It probably was too soon to have a real heavy opinion of him as a person, but considering how he looked, marco was pleasantly surprised already. Throughout class tom sat next to marco, asking him for help and support, he had already seemed to grow a liking to marco right off the bat, his experience in this class was a contrast to the last alright. So much so, he tagged along with Marco after class on instinct and Marco didn't seem to mind all that much. He was getting a few looks from his classmates, but it probably had more to do with Tom's appearance then anything, he kinda stood out. Marco was more then used to it though, after all, Star was usually the center of attention no matter where she went. It was lunch time, and marco usually sat with star at a lonely table all to themselves, though before he entered to the room, he stopped to acknowledge tom. Tom was like a baby duck, following marco everywhere, clueless and persistent. For a moment he felt embarrassed though, backing off, "Oh? Do you want to part ways? I-I'm sorry if i sorta am bothering you, i tend to do that a lot.....I just wasn't sure what to do and if you don't wanna be around me i'll just-". "You uh....you wanna join me for lunch?", he said quickly before tom could finish. "Lunch?". "Yeah, we can eat together, wild guess but, i'm sure you aren't interested in eating alone right?". The boy blinked before he chuckled to himself, relieved marco wasn't creeped out by him, "Yeah, i'd like that uh.......sorry, i guess i don't know your name yet. I'm Tom, Tom Lucitor?". He held out his hand for Marco to shake it and Marco almost released his hand, noting that tom was STRONG. "Marco Diaz...i'm kinda the safe kid around here, at least that's what everyone calls me...c'mon, let's get going so we can get a good table...". Marco himself wasn't usually fond of being tasked with a tour guide for new students, but at the same time he hated to leave Tom alone on his first day of school. Dude seemed pretty upset as is. When he first met Star he had clearly gotten on the wrong foot with her before they became friends and he supposed he didn't want to make the same mistake again. Tom still seemed anxious, not nearly as cheery as Star was, he probably left a lot of friends back home. Star arrived being excited to move in and make friends and get to know everyone and everything, but Tom seemed to be the opposite of that, not eager to really do much of anything. Until now. "Thanks....marco...". "Oh , it's not a big deal, since we're kinda neighbors now i suppose we should well....get to know each other a little? I uh....where are you from anyway?", Tom's eyes widened and he tried to come up with an answer, "Oh i uh.....i...forget.....don't worry about it, i don't think you've heard of the place anyway...". Marco raised an eyebrow at the bow, who was starting to sweat a little, "Uh, is everything ok Tom? You look like you're kinda stressed ?". "Oh, me? No, it's just....thinking about home is...kinda tough right now..."., the boy nodded along, "I understand, well, i think you're gonna like this place. It's not exactly great and i'm sure it'll take some adjusting, but it's cool, don't worry..". Tom seemed to feel more reassured as they made it to the cafeteria, Marco leading Tom over to the lunch line and Tom following Marco's lead as he ordered food, as marco got to the cashier, much to his surprise, Tom butted in and paid for both of their meals. Geez, was this guy rich? If he was he was sure Brittney or the rest of the school would've said something, itching to be tom's friend. Though marco found his thoughts swimming at why tom would have this much money on him just to go to school. "My treat....for helping me...". Marco was still flabbergasted as Tom lead him away so they could go find a place to sit, Star didn't seem to be here already so she'd have to meet up with them later. Marco found one empty table and took a seat, Tom taking a seat next to him. Marco could see Jackie sitting with her friends at a different table, smiling and laughing, and he could tell he was staring at her. Even Tom seemed to notice who he was looking at directly, but he didn't say anything, eating his slice of pizza and staying quiet. "My best friend should be here to eat with us soon, you'll know her when you see her, trust me. But maybe you two will get along, she was kinda excited about you showing up, she kinda likes making a lot of new friends.". Tom snorted, taking another bite, "Well, lucky her i guess...i was kinda expecting to come in today and not make any friends. I'm kinda not really all that good at it, i sorta am told i get on people's nerves or have these....issues..". "Really? You seem like an alright guy.". "Trust me, i've....had problems...socially, i thought this day would kinda suck.....but....it kinda sucks a little less...", tom smiled to himself, "You're pretty nice to a guy you don't know that well y'know? I could be a total jerk for all you know...". That got a laugh out of marco, "I guess i just didn't want you alone on your first day, i mean, for awhile i was kinda alone myself....i didn't really talk to many people and just kinda focused on myself, till star came in that is, i think i'd feel like a jerk if i didn't...well...help.". "Wait.....star?". "HEYYY MARCO!!" Star, finally here, rushed through the door and to the table, paying no mind to Tom. "Sorry i was late, apparently my teacher caught on to well....you helping me with my homework and well.....apparently I have detention....", Marco almost chocked on his food as Star took a seat, "Don't worry though! She doesn't REALLY know it was you, I told her it was just....my mom, so...that means you don't have detention this time!". Marco sighed and pulled on his hair, "Star, you know that means they're gonna call your mom right? To confirm it?". "Well..". "Star....". "You think i'm grounded?". "Oh yeah you are.....". Star huffed and that's when she finally, FINALLY, took note of the other boy. Tom had been staring at her this entire time, mid-bite of his food, he looked like he almost might drop it. Star looked equally stunned at the boy, for a moment being confused, but then right back to stunned. Marco coughed into his hand and got the attention of the two teens, "Star, this is...Tom Lucitor, apparently he's my new neighbor who you saw moving in earlier, i guess he really was coming to school today, like you said...guess i was wrong this time.". Star said nothing, her face still in total shock. Tom's mirrored her own. "Uh....guys?". Star turned her attention back to Marco, "Uh....great to meet you tom....". Tom followed in her footsteps, turning away from her to focus on his lunch, "Yeah uh....great to meet you...Star..". Marco looked between the pair, taking note of their strange expression and voices, something was definitely up about those two and he made a mental note to ask Star later. Then again, knowing Star, this was probably another "Oskar" situation, and boy did they not need another one of those. Marco bit at his lips and turned to Tom, "Well Tom, If you want...you can maybe come over after school...if you want to that is....my parents want to well, meet your family as they always do with new neighbors.". Tom snickered, his eyes still lingering to Star though, "That's nice but I kinda need to help my parents when I get back, we still gotta finish unpacking and setting everything up....but...uh...here...". He scribbled something down on a nearby napkin and handed it to Marco. "You can uh....call me, i guess...i might need more help getting settled...in, I don't know much about this place yet". Marco took it, pocketing it, "Of course.....and you can have mine too....", he scribbled on a napkin himself and handed the scrawl over to Tom, who seemed appreciative. Tom had made his first real friend and it had only been one day, and with someone he could visit and hang out with easily no less. Marco smiled and the three finished their lunch, Star surprisingly quiet during lunch for once in her lifetime. As though Tom's presence suddenly didn't make her want to speak. Though Marco didn't really think much of it, she may just not be used to having someone new at their table, plus he had his suspicions, and he could swear Star was looking over at Tom a few times during their meal. And Tom in return. The bell rang and Marco helped Tom find his next class as he headed to his own, the rest of the day going by easier then before. Star joining him quickly as they got ready to go home and Marco spotted Tom heading over to him, looking at the school bus, Marco ushering him to get on board. Had Tom never been on a school bus before?  Tom followed them, watching Star and Marco take a seat next to each other, he seemed to be looking for space for himself at first, but then turned around and took a seat by himself nearby, looking out the window. and Marco felt a little bad, but he also couldn't bring himself to tell Star he wanted to sit with the new guy just to make him a little less lonely on his first day, she was still his best friend after all and he didn't know Tom all too well yet. Just that, he seemed like a guy Marco was welcome to hang out with, if Tom wanted to. When the three got off the bus Star waved and headed up the street to go home, saying she better get going for her "Private lessons", Marco waving at her and turning to wave to Tom....only to see he was already on his front lawn, heading inside without so much as a word to Marco. Did not sitting with him on the bus make him that upset? Marco sighed and headed into his own home, maybe Tom just wasn't used to being so social, it was ok, he could talk to him later. He was his new neighbor after all. And hopefully, he might make a new friend out of this.

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Bless The Broken Road - 2

When they arrived at the station, the team gathered to share whatever information they were able to gather.

Reid and Addison shared how the victims all went to the same bar and who they had been with the night before their bodies were found.

Hotch sent JJ and Morgan to the bar to talk to the workers about what they’d seen while he and Rossi went to talk to victims 1 and 2′s fellow bar visitors to get more parts of the story. Jane stayed with Reid to work on the profile.

After a few minutes, Reid decided to bring up what happened at the third victim’s house again.

“I’m a profiler, Jane. I can clearly tell you’re bothered by it,” he insisted.

Jane set down the paper she was examining. “Fine, you wanna know?” He urged her to go on. She stared at the table as she spoke. “I was always the youngest in my class so I never had friends or any relationships, aside from one guy who turned out to be using me for my brains. I knew he was cheating on me too but I never stood up for myself. I was so desperate to have someone to hang out with and talk to so I stayed with him.”

“I’m sorry that happened to you.” Jane looked up at him. “I can relate to the feelings of isolation. I was the youngest in my class too.”

Jane smiled sadly and sighed. “We should probably go back to working on the case.”

Reid’s phone went off and he answered, turning on speaker-phone. “Hey, Hotch.”

“Victims were not with who the wives thought they were. Their coworkers and friends denied being at the bar and their alibis check out. Also, another man fitting the description of the victims was just reported missing. The UNSUB’s moved up the timeline. We need to hurry up on the profile.”

“Alright, on it,” Jane told him. They heard a click indicating that he had hung up.

A moment of silence passed in the room as the two took in the new information.

“What if the connection is not only the bar but that all three were cheating on their wives? If the first two victims weren’t with who they said they were then odds are they were cheating too,” Jane suggested. She pulled up Garcia’s number on her phone.

“Ready to serve!” Garcia chirped.

“Garcia, can you look up the phone records of the three victims? See if they were talking to anyone they shouldn’t have been.”

The sound of typing came through the phone as she searched. “Indeed they were. All three have several calls and texts to women other than their wives.”

“Thanks, Garcia,” Jane said before hanging up.

“The victims were restrained, right? And they were all cheating. What if the UNSUB was a female?” Jane thought aloud to Reid.

Reid nodded. “We’re ready to deliver the profile.”

After delivering the profile to the local police, the team called Garcia and asked her to look into bar employees who had missed work following the victims’ disappearances.

“Got her! Karen Roberts, 29, missed work the day each of the victims was found. Her parents were divorced after her mother discovered that she was being cheated on and, oh!”

“What is it, baby girl?”

“Her father died four months ago on January 5th. Exactly one month before the first victim was found.”

“That’s the trigger,” Rossi pointed out.

“Sending the address to your phones right now,” Garcia informed them. Hotch thanked her and they all headed to their vehicles.

The team was able to get to Karen in time to save the man who had been reported missing earlier, Jane being the one to talk her down.

“Good job today, Addison,” Hotch told Jane as the team filed onto the plane.

“Thank you!” she grinned.

After they had been in the air for about an hour, Spencer took a seat next to her.

“So how do you like the job after your first case?” he asked.

“It’s good!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I feel like I can really help people with this job.”

“That’s the idea, right?”

She smiled at him. “Yeah.”

The two talked for a while before dissolving into comfortable silence.

Jane felt her eyelids grow heavy and she leaned back in her seat. In her sleep, her head fell sideways and landed on Reid’s shoulder. He jumped at her touch, which in turn woke her up from her nap.

“Sorry,” she told him, realizing what had happened. She shifted her position so she could lean against the window, preventing it from happening again.

~

Once they arrived back at HQ most of the team headed straight home. Jane, however, wasn’t feeling tired since she had slept on the plane and decided to finish unpacking her desk before calling it a night.

As she unpacked a box, Reid passed by. He stopped when he noticed she wasn’t getting ready to leave.

“You aren’t heading home? You should get some rest,” he told her.

Jane looked up at him and shrugged. “I slept most of the plane ride and I want to get unpacked.”

“Do you want some help?” he offered.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Well, ok. You can take this box and put everything inside it on that side of the desk,” she ordered.

“Will do.”

He grabbed the box and started to put the books away, examining them as he did so. “You have quite a few books here.”

“Yeah. Do you read?” she asked.

“20,000 words per minute.”

Jane stopped unpacking to look at him. “Pardon me?”

“I-I can read 20,000 words per minute,” he repeated, blushing.

“Wow, that's so cool!”

Spencer smiled. “Really? You think so?”

"Um, yeah!” She went back to putting stuff away. “You can borrow my books anytime, just let me know.”

“Great!” He moved to grab more things to unpack and knocked over Jane’s picture of her and Jack. “Oh shoot, I’m sorry!”

Jane crouched down to pick it up. “It’s fine.” She held up the picture. “See? It didn’t break.”

“Is that your boyfriend?” Spencer asked.

Jane laughed. “No no, that’s my younger brother.”

“Oh. Well, it’s a nice picture.”

The two finished unpacking before walking out to the parking garage together to leave for the night.

~

The next morning, Jane decided to leave for work early enough to grab some coffee.

The barista called her name and she thanked her before heading towards the door. When she turned around, she was surprised to see Reid entering the shop.

“Hey, good morning! This is a surprise!” she greeted with a smile.

“Good morning! Yeah, I usually come here before work when I can. I haven’t seen you here before though.”

“New job, I figured new routine.”

Jane and Reid continued to talk while he waited in line to order and get his drink. Once he got his coffee, they walked out to their cars together. When they got to work, the pair got out of their cars and talked more on the way to the building.

Both of their phones beeped. A new case had come up.

Jane frowned. Already? She was hoping to have time to visit Jack.

The pair were the last ones to file into the briefing room. Noticing the coffee, Hotch asked if they had gone out for coffee together this morning.

“Oh no, we just ran into each other,” Jane explained as she and Reid took the last two seats at the table.

Garcia began the briefing. “In Reading, Pennsylvania over the last four weeks, four women have been found dead on their front porches by whomever they lived with; husband, boyfriend, roommate. All of which say they heard the doorbell and went to answer the door only to find the bodies.”

“COD?” Morgan asked.

“Strangulation for all four,” Garcia answered. “There were also ligature marks on their wrists and ankles.”

“Signs of sexual assault?” Rossi questioned.

“Yes, there were.”

“So he abducts his victims, restrains them, rapes them, strangles them, and then returns them to their homes to be found,” JJ summed up.

“He’s also redressing the bodies, a sign of remorse,” Reid chimed in.

"Did all four victims live in neighborhoods?” Addison asked.

“Yes they did,” Garcia shared.

“Why’s that important?” Morgan inquired.

Jane looked around the room to see questioning looks on a few of her fellow team members’ faces. “Well, he’s abducting the women from their homes and then when he’s through with them he’s bringing them back. Yet nobody saw anything,” you shared your thoughts. “This guy had to have been watching his victims all week leading up to the attack. He’d have to know their schedules, the people they lived with’s schedules, and the neighbors’ schedules to know when he could take them without being interrupted.”

Morgan nodded in understanding.

“The UNSUB’s been taking a new victim every week. If he sticks to pattern, we need to get going to prevent any more attacks. Wheels up in 30,” Hotch said.

~

During the flight, Reid and Addison sat across from each other. Jane kept herself entertained by reading. At one point, she glanced up from her book to see Reid looking at her. She smiled at him before continuing to read. When she looked up again, he was still staring. When it happened a third time, she put her book down and spoke.

“Reid.” He gave no indication that he heard her. “Reeeeid.” She waved her hand in front of his face. “Spencer!”

He finally snapped out of his trance. A tinge of red colored his cheeks. “Sorry. I was, uh,” he cleared his throat, “deep in thought.”

“What about?”

He shook his head. “Nothing important.”

She nodded. Deciding to talk to him instead of reading her book, she asked, “So… 20,000 words per minute, what else?”

He smiled and let out a chuckle. “Well, I have an eidetic memory and an IQ of 187.”

Her eyes widened. “Impressive.”

“What about you? You also graduated high school early and have three PhDs.”

“Yeah, but most of that was from hard work, not natural intelligence,” she insisted.

“Oh come on, tell me your IQ.”

“143,” she indulged.

“That’s still way higher than the average IQ. In fact, anything 145 or higher is considered to be a certified genius so you’re very close.”

Jane smiled. “I’m aware. I’m just not quite good enough to be a genius,” she said jokingly. He opened his mouth to tell her he didn’t mean it that way when her phone rang.

“Hey, Jack,” she greeted, picking up the phone.

“Hi! I was just calling to see what time you’ll be in Richmond tonight,” Jack said.

“Ugh, I’m sorry, I totally forgot to tell you. We got another case so I won’t be able to make it.”

"What? You’re not coming? But you said-”

“I know what I said, Jack, but a case came up. I promise I’ll come to visit as soon as I get back, alright?”

She heard him sigh on the other end. “Alright.”

Hotch signaled for the team to gather around. “I gotta go. I’ll call you when I get a chance. I love you.”

She hung up and turned her attention to Hotch.

“There’s been two more victims found. A man and a woman. It appears that the UNSUB didn’t know the man was home, so he killed him before completing his plan as usual with the woman,” Hotch informed them.

“Perhaps the UNSUB doesn’t watch his victim the day of the attack, but only comes for the abduction? Therefore, he missed that the husband was home from work that day for some reason,” Jane suggested.

Hotch nodded before giving out the assignments. “Reid and Morgan, go check out the bodies and crime scenes one and two. JJ and Jane, go to the last three crime scenes. Rossi and I will set up at the station and connect with the local police.”

As they exited the jet, Reid and Jane began talking again. They continued to stand around talking once they were off the jet until Morgan called out, “Hey pretty boy, stop flirting and get over here. We got a case to solve!”

Jane giggled as Morgan’s comment made Reid blush. He told her he’d see her later before hurrying off to the passenger seat of Morgan’s vehicle.

Once he got in, he told Morgan, “I wasn’t flirting.”

“I know,” Morgan replied. “You don’t know how to flirt.”

~

Jane and JJ had just finished up at their second assigned crime scene and were now on to their final location.

On the way there, Jane’s phone went off.

“Hey, Reid,” Jane greeted when she answered the call.

“Hey. Morgan and I didn’t find anything that stood out to us other than the fact he’s using chloroform to subdue the victims. How’s it going with you and JJ?”

“We haven’t found much. We’re on our way to the latest crime scene now.”

“Alright. Morgan and I will head to the station and start looking at the crime scene photos. We’ll see if we can put any of the pieces together,” Reid told her.

“Good idea. Hopefully, the last crime scene will produce some intel for us. Bye.” Jane hung up and place her phone back into her pocket.

"Figures you’re the one he calls,” JJ smirked.

“Oh, and why do you say that?” Jane inquired.

“No reason,” JJ replied, smiling to herself. She pulled up to the crime scene and parked the vehicle.

The two women stepped out and approached the front steps. Since the bodies were found that day, they were kept at the scene so that they could examine the scene exactly as it was found. The female victim was on the porch, just like the others were, while the husband was inside with a gunshot wound to the chest.

“Alright, so let’s walk through what happened,” JJ suggested.

Jane nodded, looking around. “OK, so the woman answers the door and lets the UNSUB in. She turns her back to lead him inside and he uses chloroform to knock her out.”

“The husband comes around the corner, catching the UNSUB by surprise. He’s not expecting someone else to be there, so he shoots him,” JJ continued. “So what made these women let the UNSUB into their homes? Garcia didn’t find any overlap between them, so it’s unlikely that they all knew him.”

The two stood there, wheels turning in their minds as they contemplated different ways in which the UNSUB could have convinced the women to allow them to come inside.

Then an idea came to Jane. “What if the UNSUB was a repairman?” JJ looked at her. “He could’ve said someone called him about a broken TV or sink or something. The victim thinks the person she lives with set up the repair so she leads him inside, allowing him the opportunity to surprise her and get her unconscious. Only this time the husband got in the way.”

JJ nodded. “We need to tell the team what we know.”

On the way to the station, they called Hotch, letting him in on their new realization. He gathered the team so that they could deliver the profile once they returned.

“We are looking for a Caucasian male in his 30s,” Hotch began once the team had gathered with the local police force.

“He’s meticulous. He takes the time to observe his victims in order to learn their schedules and know the opportune time to strike,” Morgan added.

“He is most likely a repairman or posing as one,” Jane chimed in, going on to explain her theory.

Hotch gave a few more directions to the police before turning to his own team. “It’s been a long day. The police have an idea of who to look for. Let’s go to the hotel and get some rest.”

The team headed to the hotel and got settled in for the night. Due to an error in the hotel’s system, they were one room short and so Jane and JJ decided to share a room for the night.

Later that night, Jane stepped out of the room and headed to the balcony at the end of the hallway so that she could call Jack.

“Hey, you told me to call when I get a chance. What’s going on?” she asked, leaning on the rail.

“I miss you, Jane. I haven’t seen you in forever,” Jack told her.

She sighed, “I know it feels like it’s been forever. I promise that as soon as this case is over I can come to visit. Alright?” There was silence on the other end. “How are you feeling right now?”

“Not so good. I haven’t been feeling good for the last few days,” he shared.

“Look, I know it’s tough, Jack. But it’ll be alright. You’re taking your medication, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Well, it’s getting late. We should both get some rest.”

“OK. Goodnight. I love you,” he said.

“I love you too. Goodnight.” Jane hung up and put her phone away in her back pocket. She ran her face through her hands in frustration.

“Hey.” Jane gasped and turned around to find Reid standing there in the doorway. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Jane shook her head and turned back around again. “It’s fine.”

“Are you alright?” he asked her, stepping out to lean against the rail next to her.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Jack’s just having a hard time adjusting to me having this job and not being able to come around as often anymore,” she explained.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he offered.

She gave him a soft smile but shook her head. “No, I’m good. I think I’m gonna head to bed. It’s been a long day.”

Jane moved to the door and Reid hurried to follow, grabbing it for her. “Let me at least walk you back to your room.”

She paused to look at him and think it over before nodding. “Alright.”

The pair walked in silence up until they reached Jane’s room. “This is it,” Jane spoke, breaking the silence. “Goodnight, Spencer.”

“Goodnight, Jane.”

Jane entered the room and shut the door behind her.

“Was that Reid?” JJ asked from her seat on the bed.

“Yeah.”

“I thought you went out to take a phone call?”

“I did but Reid found me and offered to walk me back to the room.

“That's it?”

“That's it.” JJ gave her a look as if she didn’t buy that that was all that had happened. Jane shook it off and headed into the bathroom to get ready for bed.

~~~~~

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