#hugging tight all of my fellow bisexuals

[dailybisexuals]

as a woman, it is not a flaw that I like men. I am not flawed. we do not get to choose who we love/are attracted to. we do not get to choose our sexuality. we simply are. and I am bisexual. and a part of me being bisexual is liking men. and I am not flawed because of that. I simply am not. and I am not alone. I am not broken. I am not flawed. no matter how much all sides say otherwise. being bisexual is beautiful and I love it and no one will take that away from me. I am not flawed. I am not broken. I am bisexual. I belong.

[forever-rogue]

hi there i hope you’re having an amazing day!! i was hoping to request a steve harrington x fem!reader fic. they’ve been together for a few months but reader hasn’t come out to him as bisexual. she knows steve will be accepting but still has a sense of hesitance bc of his king steve era in high school. steve notices something is going on and tries to figure out what it is. reader eventually confesses what’s been happening in her mind and comes out. steve comforts her and tells her he’s proud of her. but then he tells her that he’s also bisexual and he was afraid to be vulnerable and share who he is until he met the reader. thank you so much, your writing is amazing!!

AN | As a fellow bisexual, I love this! Enjoy because it’s soft and sweet 🥺

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.3k

Masterlist | Steve, Main

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"Robin?" your voice was so soft and timid that she almost didn't hear it. She looked up from the movie returns she was sorting through and raised an eyebrow in question. You sighed heavily before hopping onto the counter and anxiously swinging your legs back and forth.

"C'mon," she sat cross-legged on the ground and looked up at you with curiosity glittering in her eyes, "out with it."

You cast a furtive look around the store, checking to make sure that Steve wasn't there. Which was unrealistic, considering you knew he was doing his afternoon classes at the local university. You'd stopped by to bring Robin lunch…and pick her brains but right now it all seemed so hard.

"Ummm…okay,” you clutched at the edge of the counter, holding it so tightly that your knuckles were turning white. You opened and closed your mouth a few times, trying to search for the right words, “how did you know…or I guess realize that you were a lesbian?”

“Oh? Has the dignus finally made you realize that you don’t need men?” she joked and your face warmed up as you shook your head .

“N-no,” you shrugged, fingers anxiously drumming along the countertop, “I love Stevie, in all the ways, but I think I might…like women too.”

She snorted in amusement but when she saw the look on your face, Robin broke into a fit of giggles. You sighed softly and offered her a look that was nothing short of desperation, "oh. Oh. You're not…joking, are you?"

"No," you shook your head, playing nervously with your hands. You knew that Robin was the last person to judge you, but it still felt hard. You allowed yourself a quick peek at her and saw nothing but tenderness on her soft features, "I'm not."

"Babe," she stood up and threw her arms around you, squeezing you tightly but causing you to relax, "first of all - congrats on the revelation! And secondly - what's wrong? What's got you upset?"

"I guess just…it feels wrong," Robin reached up and gently wiped the tears that had rolled down your cheeks away, "I'm with Steve! Like it doesn't even matter but it's been nagging at me. What if I'm just making this all up in my mind?"

"I'm going to tell you that no matter what you think or the fact that you're with Steve and clearly so in love with him it's disgusting, who you are matters," she reached for your hand and held it gently in hers, "its a part of who you are, whether or not you're with a man or a woman."

"I do love Steve…more than anything,” even the mere thought of him was enough to give you butterflies, “but I feel like this is something that’s a part of me too.”

“Then it’s important and it matters,” she promised and that made you relax a little bit, “both can be true, you know. You can love and be with Steve, and at the same time, you can still be bisexual. Even if you never date anyone else, that’s still a large part of who you are. And the people that matter will understand; if someone doesn’t understand, then they’re not your people.”

“Those are some wise words,” you sniffled slightly, moved by her kindness and love, unable to stop yourself from wrapping your arms around her and giving her a tight hug, “thank you.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for,” she insisted with a kiss pressed to your cheek, “that’s what friends do.”

“And you’re the bestest of them all,” you seriously didn’t know what you would have done without them, “seriously.”

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Despite Robin’s words of reassurance, you still antagonized over what to do next for so long. At least that’s what it seemed like….in reality it had only been a few days but when your mind was so full of a million different thoughts it seemed much longer. Steve had noticed that something was off, and had asked if something was wrong a few times but you never provided him with an answer. 

You brushed it off and just claimed that you were tired, but you knew that he knew you weren’t giving him the full truth. One of the many wonderful things about Steve was how patient and gentle he was. He knew that you’d come around and tell him what was going on when you were ready.

But as you laid next to him at night, trying to fall asleep in his arms, in your own shared apartment, the spaces where you felt the most loved and safe, you still felt a bit of nervousness. There were so what ifs swirling around your mind; what if you told Steve that you were bisexual and he hated you? What if he didn’t support you? What if he didn’t believe you? 

So many questions all at once. 

Eventually, however, everything had to come to a head. And it happened just as you imagined it would; easily and effortlessly.

You’d beaten Steve home and started cooking dinner, thinking nothing of it. The two of you often split these types of chores, but one of the things you always loved was that you both ended up in the kitchen together. 

“Hey lovely,” you’d been so lost in your thoughts that you hadn’t heard Steve come in, let alone walk into the kitchen. You looked up from the sauce you were currently making on the stove and offered him a soft smile. He crossed the kitchen and stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder, “missed you today.”

“Hello, my love,” you turned your head so you could kiss his cheek, making a small sound of content as he squeezed you gently, “missed you too.”

“What can I do to help?” he asked softly and you shook your head, “come on, there’s gotta be something I can do.”

“Pour us some wine,” you nudged him in the direction of the cabinet so he could grab a couple of glasses, “and be generous with the pour.”

“I think I can handle that,” he grabbed the glasses and made quick work of pouring some of the sweet red you liked, setting the glasses down on the counter. You carried on but stopped to take a drink before giving him a berry sweet kiss. But despite how normal you believed you were presenting yourself, Steve could still tell something was bothering you, “honey girl, what’s wrong?”

“What do you mean?” you asked softly, slapping a stiff smile on your face, “hmm?”

“Something’s been on your mind,” he whispered softly, “and I can tell it’s been weighing on you. Do you want to tell me what’s going on?”

You swallowed thickly, attempting to make your face as neutral as possible. You took a long drink before turning to him, "nothing is going on, my love."

He inhaled deeply and you could tell that he had so much more on his mind but was trying to process exactly how much to say. Eventually he just nodded, a slight frown tugging down the corners of his mouth, "alright. Y-you know you can tell me anything, right?"

"Of course I do," you set your hands on his broad shoulders and leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek, "I trust you more than anyone else."

"Good," he offered a little half smile in response before gently touching your cheek, "let's go out for ice cream after dinner, huh?"

"Ooh, that sounds lovely!" You beamed at him and he relaxed slightly. At least you were still mostly yourself…the rest, he hoped, would come out in time. All he wanted for you was to be happy and he wanted to share in that happiness.

But he was a calm and patient and gentle man, and he would be ready to be there for you and support you whenever you were ready.

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It was late, so late that the only things keeping you company were the night insects and hooting owls. The window was open bringing in a much needed and gentle breeze. You were on your side and staring out the window into the darkness, unable to find sleep and opting to count stars instead. Steve was fast asleep next to you, an arm slung around your waist as he snorted gently. 

You had been so close to telling him your little secret for days now, but you just couldn’t quite bring yourself to do it. Every time you were ready to, it felt like a giant pit had lodged itself into your belly. 

“Oh Steve,” you wished it out into the void more than anything, not expecting that he was awake or would even register that you were talking to him, “I love you so very much.”

“Hmm,” you felt him shift slightly and almost froze up as his arm tightened around you, “love you too, angel.”

You stiffened when you realized that he was awake. You weren’t sure what it was, but for some reason, whether it was the cloak of night or the hope that he was half asleep and wouldn’t remember this, you felt brave. You reached for his hand and laced your fingers together, that familiar sense of safeness and security settling into your bones. 

“Can I tell you something, Steve?” your heart was hammering as you closed your eyes and swallowed the lump in your throat. 

“Anything,” he promised, pressing a few soft, featherlight kisses to your shoulder, “nothing could ever change how much I love you.”

“I-I know,” you choked up and took a moment to compose yourself, “I think…no, I, umm…I’m bisexual.”

He said nothing for a moment and your mind immediately jumped to the worst conclusion.

He didn’t believe you. He hated you. He wouldn’t love you anymore. He was going to break up with you.

“It’s been on my mind a lot lately and I’ve just been thinking about it,” you wanted to cry when you felt him pull his arm from around you, “and I never want to keep secrets from you. I-I’m sorry but I just wanted to tell you.”

When he still didn’t say anything you were all but ready to pack your bags and leave. But then he sat up and leaned against the headboard and flicked on the light on the nightstand. You looked up and when you didn’t see anger on his face, you followed suit and looked at him with wide eyes. 

“S-Stevie?”

“Is that what’s been on your mind?” he asked softly, so different than what you had initially expected. You nodded slowly, unable to contain the tears that started to roll down your cheeks which he quickly wiped away, “baby.”

“I was scared to tell you,” you confessed, “I didn’t know if I should.”

“You never have to be scared to tell me anything,” he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, “I’m glad you felt comfortable enough to share that with me.”

“Me too,” you smiled when you felt him take your hand and start playing with your fingers, a method of keeping you both calm, “I thought about not doing it at all ‘cause it doesn’t really matter.”

“Why wouldn’t it matter?” his pretty honey caramel eyes narrowed in confusion, a look so cute and puppy-like that it made your heart melt, “of course it matters.”

“Because I’m dating you,” he took your hand and pressed a kiss to your knuckles and then your palm, “and you’re a man and I’m a woman and…I don’t ever plan on not being with you so…in a way it felt like it doesn’t matter.”

“It’s a part of who you are,” he put a finger under your chin and turned your face up to meet his, “and it matters no matter what. Being with me doesn’t change that.”

“Thank you,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and let him pull you into his warm, strong body, burrowing your face into his chest and inhaled his familiar scent, “I love you so much.”

“Can I tell you something too?”

“Anything.”

“I am…bisexual,” you pulled back from him and looked to see if he was being serious or joking, not that you’d ever expect him to joke about something like that. When he offered you a soft, dopey little half smile you realized he was telling the truth, “just like you.”

“I…Steve,” you put your hand on his cheek and looked at him incredulously, “I…wow. But…how come you never said anything?”

“I guess it’s really a pretty simple answer,” he too felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, “I didn’t really think it mattered. But then…when you told me, I realized it did matter. Just like it matters with you, it matters with me too. And no, I don’t ever plan on not being with you either. It’ll always be us, angel.”

“I love you so much,” you just beamed at him. This had gone very differently than what you had expected, even in the million different scenarios that had run through your head. You kissed him, a slew of different emotions running through your veins, taking his face in your hands and throwing every bit of love you had at him, “so, so much.”

“I love you too,” he pulled you fully into his lap, settling his hands on your hips, “I’m glad we were able to finally get this out there.”

“Me too,” you agreed, softly, “you are everything to me, Steve Harrington.”

“You are everything to me, angel,” he tenderly kissed your temple, “I love you everything you are, you have been, and will be.”

[extra-gray]

— TWO HANDS?

MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI!

PAIRING: Lee Minho x Seo Changbin

WARNINGS: Anal sex (Minho giving/Changbin receiving), oral sex, face-fucking, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, bisexual Minho, “straight” Changbin, anal virgin Changbin (tell me if I missed anything)

WORD COUNT: 4k+ words

SYNOPSIS: Minho finds Changbin jerking off and decides to join him

A/N: I hope whoever reads this enjoys lol. I’m working on a Jongho x reader rn but I take forever to write… though stay tuned if you’re interested ;) feel free to give me any suggestions/prompts via my ask box <3

Everybody but Changbin was out doing god knows what, and he was thankful. He wanted to relax, alone, after a busy week. But at the other dorm, Minho was bored. He knew Changbin was alone, so he decided to go and bother him.

Scaring people made Minho sadistically happy, so when he arrived— he used his key to let himself in. Once he was inside, he saw that Changbin wasn’t anywhere to be seen… which meant he was probably in his room.

He locked the door behind him, and then he paused momentarily. There were interesting noises coming from down the hall.

He assumed Changbin was just playing a really stressful video game, so he went for the hallway and saw his door was cracked. Approaching slowly, he peeked in.

And immediately froze.

He saw Changbin lying in bed, back leaning against the headboard. He was wearing a tight black shirt that hugged his muscles, with his shorts and boxers pushed down to his thighs. Both of his hands were wrapped around his cock.

“Ah, fuck… yes,” he moaned, thrusting into his hands. His balls bounced as he did, making lewd noises, and Minho couldn’t take his eyes off of him. He didn’t know why.

Sure, he’s attracted to men... but Changbin is his friend.

And a straight one, at that.

He couldn’t look away, eyes trailing up his body and studying his facial expressions. He had no idea Changbin could make noises like that.

It was… hot.

Of course, Minho just had to lean in to get a better look. The door creaked, and he stumbled slightly. He cursed himself in his head, quickly straightening up like nothing happened.

Changbin panicked and covered himself up with his hands, “H-hyung, Jesus Christ! Go away!” He yelled, breathless with bright red cheeks and a heaving chest. Minho didn’t move an inch.

He just stood there, his expression unreadable.

“Fuck, go!” He shouted again, “Why are you even here?!”

There was a short moment of silence, when Minho finally spoke.

“Two hands?”

“Wh–” Changbin scoffed in disbelief, “What?”

He was getting very obviously annoyed now, and Minho could only smirk.

“Two hands. You were using two hands.”

Changbin clenched his jaw and looked away, “Dear god.”

The older pushed the door open further and took a few slow steps into the room, “Does it feel good?”

He sighed. All he could do was play along for now, until he went away.

“Yeah,” he said simply.

Minho hummed, stepping even closer, “Mind if I try it out?”

Changbin snapped his head towards him, clearly taken aback, “W-what is that supposed to mean?!”

Minho just slipped off his shoes and crawled into bed next to him, getting comfy with a deep sigh and leaning back against the headboard.

“Hyung, what the hell are you doing?!”

He honestly didn’t know. He was just listening to his body. And this is what it wanted.

He laughed quietly.

He pulled his sweatpants down, and then his boxers– exposing his hard, pretty cock. Above average in length and girth, a bit of blush on the tip of his foreskin. Nice full balls that sat perfectly. Changbin swallowed hard, staring in shock. Watching it throb.

He’d seen his fellow members naked, but he never really stared at their dicks. Especially not while they were erect.

Minho threw the clothes off the side of the bed and got comfortable again. Then, he wrapped a hand around the tip and pulled his foreskin down— his soft pink tip on full display. He swiped his finger over his slit, catching a tiny bit of precum. And then he wrapped his other hand around the base.

Changbin had an involuntary wave of pleasure rush through his body, forcing all the air out of his lungs. He wasn’t attracted to men. He was straight. So why was seeing Minho doing this to him? Why was it making him hornier?

Minho stroked slowly, his eyes instantly closing, “Nngh…”

Honestly, he thought his hyung sounded beautiful.

“Minho—“ he struggled, heart pounding against his rib cage, “S-Stop.”

Minho just sped up, bucking his hips into his hands. His jaw went slack, bunny teeth poking out. The noises he was making were low in his throat, and with every one— Changbin felt that same wave of pleasure.

He instinctively squeezed his cock, wanting the ache to go away. But looking at Minho’s leaking tip, watching his thigh muscles flex, and hearing him moan…

Fuck. He needed release.

“Keep touching yourself, Bin,” Minho smirked and lolled his head to look at him, “Don’t let me get in the way. I won’t tell anyone~” he winked, turning his head back.

Changbin couldn’t say anything. He kicked his shorts and boxers to the floor, and slowly wrapped his hands around his aching cock.

This is okay, right? They’re friends, so it’s okay. Changbin recalled stumbling across quite a few videos of friends jerking off together. He never watched them, but clearly it was a pretty… normal thing to do, right?

Fuck it, who cares. Changbin doesn’t let anyone influence his thoughts or actions. He’s his own man. And he didn’t see any reason not to do this.

He slowly began to stroke himself, tired of the tension. An accidental moan slipped out of his mouth, and he could’ve sworn he saw Minho thrust harder in response.

“Fuck—“ he moaned involuntarily, unable to take his eyes off his hyung, who was now looking at his dick.

Changbin found himself mirroring Minho’s movements. Speeding up as he did, slowing down as he did. His eyes drifted upwards to look at his face. He watched him stare at his dick, watched his mouth as he moaned. Seeing Minho get off to his body made him feel things he never has before.

Fuck, he couldn’t take it. He didn’t need to try and justify these feelings right now.

He reached over for Minho and grabbed onto his shirt— pulling him closer and pressing his lips against the sharp edge of his jaw.

Minho gasped in surprise and pleasure, but he had no time to be shocked… moaning as Changbin began peppering soft little kisses down to his chin. He left some kitten licks and nibbles on his skin here and there, and Minho couldn’t believe it. He didn’t think Changbin would touch him. He didn’t think he wanted to touch him.

And honestly, he couldn’t lie. He’s had to consciously suppress his urges a few times when it came to Changbin. He just didn’t want to be honest with himself.

“Yes, fuck—“ his voice, though loud, rang softly into the room. A hint of desperation hidden within it.

Hearing his name fall perfectly from those plump lips made Changbin absolutely feral. He couldn’t think straight right now. Has he had these feelings this whole time? He felt so pent up and needy, these feelings must have been hiding somewhere.

He snuck his hand under Minho’s shirt, feeling every inch of warm skin as he kissed the corner of his mouth. He was grinding against his thigh now, moaning under his breath as he throbbed.

“God— Bin… want you…” Minho whined, fucking into his hands erratically. The feeling of Changbin grinding against his thigh made him crazy. He turned his head and captured his lips within his own.

Changbin hummed into his mouth, palming his chest as he shoved his tongue inside to taste him. He knew immediately that he’d be craving it again. And again. And again.

His lips were so soft. He couldn’t get enough.

They parted for a second, and seeing Minho’s hooded lust-filled eyes threw the rest of his self control out the window.

He climbed on top of him and nearly ripped Minho’s shirt off, throwing it on the floor and reveling in the sight below him. He flattened his palms against his stomach, tracing along the scar towards the bottom. The heat radiated through Minho’s body, yet he shivered.

As Changbin did all of this, Minho couldn’t take his eyes off his cock. The way it swung heavily and throbbed between his legs. He looked up at him now, eyes dark.

“Yours,” he said, tugging at the hem of his shirt.

Changbin smirked and did as he was asked, watching Minho’s eyes flicker with excitement. A hand outstretched to slide up his abdomen, slow and steady with a serious expression as if he was studying a sculpture.

“God—“ Minho muttered.

Changbin crawled up his body to straddle him, sitting on his chest. He was so close that his cock brushed against his chin, and Minho clenched his jaw in anticipation. He rubbed and grabbed at his soft thighs, eyes wide and expectant. His arousal was through the roof at this point.

Changbin then grabbed ahold of his cock and scooted up a little more, pressing the tip against Minho’s full lips until they parted.

“Open.”

He obliged.

So he sunk into his hot, wet mouth with a loud moan. One of Minho’s hands grabbed his thick ass, while the other played with his tits. Pinching and pulling on his nipples. The combination was too good for Changbin. His body shook with excitement.

Minho’s eyes fluttered as he moaned around Changbin’s thick cock, not even gagging when it reached the back of his throat. He licked and sucked while his hands went and squeezed the skin that sat so perfectly on Changbin’s hips. He admired the stretch marks that painted them, wanting so bad to switch positions and pin him down so he could lick them. But he stayed still as he had his way with his mouth. Allowing himself to be used.

“Fuck—“ Changbin breathed out, clearly impressed by the lack of gag reflex.

Strong hands went to grab fistfuls of pretty brown hair as he fucked into his throat harder, the wet noises making his tummy do flips. The feeling of his balls slapping against his chin. The vibration of Minho’s moans took his pleasure to new heights, “Gah— I’m gonna cum—“

Minho opened his mouth even more, saliva dripping down the corners of his mouth. His eyebrows tented, moans more frequent now— like he was begging Changbin to cum. And he would be, if his throat wasn’t being filled.

“Yes,” Changbin pulled on Minho’s hair, fucking impossibly deeper into his tight throat, “Cumming, baby- I’m cumming… Fuck!”

Minho was shocked hearing Changbin call him baby… and then cum shot down his throat right after. Changbin’s cock spasmed, some of the cum beginning to spill out from Minho’s mouth as he continued to thrust. But he tried to swallow and lick it all the best he could.

His thrusts slowed as he panted, and he pulled out halfway— his body shaking and threatening to collapse. His eyes were heavy, and his cock was still twitching with aftershocks. When he pulled out completely, he climbed off of Minho and found his lips immediately.

As they kissed, Changbin couldn’t believe how hot it was to taste himself on his tongue. He licked his own cum off of Minho’s chin, making him moan. Changbin just hummed, the taste of his salty cum in Minho’s sweet mouth sending him to heaven.

When their lips parted, they shared an intimate moment of eye contact. Their breaths mingling together. And then Minho smirked, a hint of mischief hidden behind it.

Before Changbin could think, speak, or move— Minho switched their positions and pinned him down on his back. He could tell he was worn out, so this was the perfect opportunity to do what he wanted. Otherwise, Changbin could easily overpower him.

“Fuck—“ he gasped in surprise at the sudden show of dominance.

“Did it feel good?” Minho asked seductively, his voice hoarse from the abuse his throat just endured. His neglected cock bounced eagerly as he took off his sweatpants with his right hand, his left on Changbin’s chest holding him down.

His pupils were blown instantly, seeing Minho’s fully naked body in a new position.

“Fuck…” he repeated, reaching out to touch. His fingers traced the line in his hip, and then Minho grabbed his wrists to pin them above his head.

“I said… did it feel good?”

Changbin’s bare chest heaved, breath catching in his throat— feeling completely exposed in this position. But he didn’t hate it. Minho looked so sexy on top of him like this, his softening cock would surely spring back to life soon.

The air felt thick. Like he couldn’t breathe. He didn’t know how Minho’s dominance was able to overpower his own… how it was able to knock down his defenses and turn his brain to mush. But it did, and he couldn’t do a thing about it. His body felt numb and heavy.

“Y-yes…” he answered, breathless in a voice small. A blush began to spread across his face.

Minho narrowed his eyes, “Good boy.”

It seemed like Changbin enjoyed the praise, because his cock certainly twitched in response.

And then Minho quickly got between his legs, grabbing his thighs firmly and spreading them.

“W-what are you doing?!” Changbin asked, panicking as he propped himself up on his elbows.

“Nothing you won’t like.”

Minho pushed him back down against the bed, pulling a gasp from him, and then pushed his legs up to his chest. Minho’s eyes lit up, his mouth beginning to water. Changbin’s asshole was so cute. It throbbed as he panicked, beckoning for Minho’s tongue. He got lost in the thought of plunging straight into his virgin hole, and was only brought back to reality when Changbin spoke.

“H-hyung!” he squirmed, “S-stop it! This is embarrassing!”

He bent forward and placed gentle kisses along his inner thigh, “Stop?” His hot breath grazed along Changbin’s sensitive skin, “You want me to stop?”

There was no hint of actual concern in his voice. Because he knew just by Changbin’s tone that his pleas weren’t serious.

“If you want me to stop, then why is your cock so hard? Hm?”

Changbin went silent, biting back the moans that threatened to escape as Minho buried his nose in the soft flesh of his thigh. He couldn’t say anything, no matter how hard he tried.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous baby,” he nearly purred, licking and sucking on the skin. Leaving dark marks in clusters and patterns. He squeezed his thighs harder, and Changbin’s back arched.

“S-shit…” he moaned under his breath, struggling, “What… what are you going to do?”

He reached down and placed a gentle hand atop Minho’s head, tangling his fingers into his hair. He rubbed his scalp as he moaned, the feeling of his tongue dragging across his asscheek causing anticipation to burn deep within.

Then suddenly, Minho’s soft lips made contact with his pretty hole. Kissing it tenderly.

It tightened immediately, Changbin gasping at the new sensation as he tugged on his hair to keep himself grounded, “F-fuck! Why—“

Minho didn’t let him finish, and instead pressed his tongue flat against him. Changbin was losing his mind at the warmth. The wetness. Not a single sound came out of his mouth, his body almost in shock from the foreign feeling.

His mind and insides were fuzzy, every nerve tingling as his blood rushed through his veins. Minho kept licking at his asshole, the tip of his tongue just barely dipping in every few seconds. And Changbin was coming undone.

“Holy shit…” he whimpered, pulling harder at his hair. Minho smirked before shoved his tongue all the way inside. Changbin gasped and moaned loud— hands scrambling to grip at the sheets. That familiar heat rose in his stomach again.

Then Minho suddenly pulled away, and Changbin couldn’t even whine to protest. There was a wicked grin on his face as Changbin’s eyes struggled to stay open.

“So good, baby…”

The younger held out his arms, and Minho laughed softly under his breath. He pulled himself up so he was hovering over him, and smashed their lips together. Changbin wrapped his arms around his body.

The kiss was desperate and messy. Uncoordinated. Both moaning into each other’s mouths as they tasted and explored every inch. Minho groped Changbin’s chest, his tummy, his hips, his thighs. Everything he could get his hands on.

And then he pulled away for a single second to spit on his fingers. Before Changbin could ask, he was caught by Minho’s lips again.

His fingers trailed down to his asshole, pressing against it while he drank Changbin’s pleasure.

They parted for air at the same time Minho pushed his middle finger inside, and he watched Changbin’s eyes widen. He watched the shock flash on his face, watched the gleam of discomfort, and then the confusing pleasure.

“M-Min—“ he struggled. Minho’s finger was all the way inside him now, starting to bend and search.

Changbin’s dick was slowly coming back to life, Minho’s painfully hard as it hung between his legs. But he knew he had to take his time. He didn’t want to hurt Changbin too much.

“Yes, Binnie?” He cooed, voice thick like honey. Changbin’s moans were going straight to his head. Fueling his dominance.

“You— Ah!—“ he suddenly cried out, body tensing hard as he felt a strong wave of pleasure roll through his entire being. His nails dug into Minho’s back.

He smirked, laughing teasingly, “Oh? Did I find it?”

Changbin screwed his eyes shut and pulled him closer, trapping him in his big arms, “M-more,” he begged.

“More?” Minho teased, feeling Changbin’s heaving chest against his own, “You want more, pretty boy?”

He pulled his finger almost all the way out, and Changbin shivered in anticipation, “Please.”

Another finger was added quickly, before Changbin could even process it— and now both were rammed into his prostate.

“Fuck, fuck!” He scratched down Minho’s back, making him groan in pain and pleasure.

Minho started kissing his neck as he scissored his fingers inside him, stretching him slowly. The soft noises he pulled from the same throat he was kissing left him absolutely desperate. He wanted to be inside Changbin so fucking bad.

“Feels so g-good, hyung…” he panted, opening his eyes and grabbing Minho’s face.

“Fuck,” Minho moaned, fingering him faster. Changbin looked so cute with his rosy cheeks and glossy eyes. The way he looked up at him was intoxicating.

The younger pulled him down into another wet kiss, and at the same moment, Minho added another finger. Changbin gasped into his mouth, but Minho didn’t let him free. He kept kissing him, through his pain and his pleasure. He was stretching in between thrusts, and made sure to reach for his prostate everytime.

Minho sucked on his tongue and his lips, and when he pulled away, his fingers left too.

“H-hyung…” Changbin whimpered in protest, lips red and swollen.

“Bin,” he responded, grabbing his thighs and pushing his legs up again. He lined his dick up so it brushed against his prepped hole, “I wanna fuck you.”

Changbin’s breath caught in his throat, his own dick now fully hard and leaking. Minho’s dominance made him feel unspeakable pleasure. His hole throbbed, and his insides ached. He reached out to let his hand slide down Minho’s front, and then he met his eyes again.

He pulled his hand away shyly, “I want you to fuck me, too.”

Minho had no idea how bad he wanted to hear that from Changbin. How bad he needed to hear that.

Without hesitation, almost in a hurry, he reached over to open his nightstand drawer. He assumed he’d have lube in there, and he was correct.

“Oh, that’s embarrassing…” Changbin groaned, covering his face.

Minho chuckled and poured some lube in his hand, “Embarrassing? When I’m about to fill your ass with my cock?”

Changbin moaned at his words, cock twitching. He had no idea how sexy his voice could be. He heard Minho slick his cock, and he uncovered his face to watch, “S-shut up.”

Minho smiled and then rubbed the rest of the lube on Changbin’s hole, making sure there was enough to make him comfortable. His view was breathtaking.

“I’ll make you shut up instead,” he said seriously, lining up his dick once more, “Now watch it go in.”

Changbin was taken aback by the sudden command, but he did as he was told. He tried to stay relaxed, but he couldn’t help tensing once Minho pushed in. His face scrunched up in pain, and even though it hurt… he couldn’t lie. Watching his own ass swallow every single inch of Minho’s cock was hot as fuck.

“Deep breaths, Changbin,” Minho wiped his hands off on the sheets so he could reach down and rub his cock, “Focus on the good feelings. It won’t hurt for long.”

Minho was having a hard time controlling himself, though. Changbin was so tight. So hot. So wet. He wanted to be deep inside him, wanted to be wrecking him. His cock was sore at this point, for being so hard without release for so long. But he wanted to give him a good experience.

Changbin tried to take deep breaths as he was told. Tried to drown out the burning sensation. It was all so new, so foreign, but a part of him kind of liked the pain.

Minho wrapped his hand around Changbin’s length and stroked him slowly, penetrating him deeper and deeper. He throbbed inside him, biting the inside of his cheek to hold in all the noises he so desperately wanted to make.

“F-fuck,” he exhaled, leaning forward to place kisses along Changbin’s throat– feeling it vibrate as he made small whines, “You feel so good, baby.”

“Nngh,” Changbin moaned, “Y-you’re big, hyung.”

“Yeah?” Minho said before licking his adams apple, “Wanna feel it balls deep?”

Minho’s breathing was ragged. Uneven, fast, and shaky. The feeling of Changbin’s hot, tight walls wrapped around him made it hard for him to have self control.

Changbin arched at the words, and he squirmed slightly under him. He wrapped his legs around Minho’s waist and pulled him impossibly close— forcing his cock to slam all the way inside.

“H-holy fuck—“ Changbin hissed, his back arching more. The feeling of Minho’s cock all the way inside him, right up against his prostate, made his mind start to melt. He didn’t even care about the pain.

The sound that Minho made was a mix of pleasure, surprise, and pure struggle. It took all of his willpower not to start drilling him instantly.

“You…” he struggled, “You okay?”

Changbin let out a shaky breath and allowed himself to adjust, “So deep…”

Minho hummed and bent down to kiss his face. He moved past his cheek to whisper in his ear.

“I don’t think you understand just how bad I want to fuck you, Seo Changbin…”

Changbin’s body ignited at his words, and his nails dug lightly into his biceps.

“Then fuck me.”

Minho immediately grabbed onto his hips and began to move. Long, deep strokes. Drowning in every noise he pulled from Changbin.

When he started writhing, obviously overtaken by pleasure— Minho held him down with a tighter grip on his hips. He smirked and sat up straight to get a good look at him, and then started fucking him harder, “Stay still, baby. Be a good boy and fucking take it.”

The new pace Minho had set made Changbin scratch down his arms, “Holy fuck!” He screamed, “Sh-Shit!”

“Yeah, you like that?” Minho nearly growled, watching his cock and balls bounce with every thrust. Watching how his thighs jiggled, and how his eyes rolled into the back of his head, “Tell me you like it.”

Changbin whimpered as he tried to speak, eyes screwed shut as his nails dug into Minho’s forearms. He gasped, struggling to even form a thought, “I l-love it…” he threw his head back, ”Please… Please don’t stop—“

Minho laughed and suddenly stopped.

“N-no…” Changbin whined, opening his eyes, “Why?”

“Turn over for me. On your hands and knees.”

He pulled out slowly, humming in satisfaction as he watched Changbin obey his orders.

Then without any warning, he slammed back into his tight little asshole— grabbing handfuls off his soft cheeks. The sound of his balls slapping his taint continuously made his stomach churn.

“Fuck! Yes!” Changbin’s moans were getting higher in pitch, and he even began to move backwards onto Minho’s cock, “Fuck me, Minho. Please. Keep fucking me.”

“My god,” Minho growled and reached forward to grab a handful of his hair— pulling him up so his back was against his chest. And then he dug his nails into his hips, and sunk his teeth into his neck.

Changbin was trembling, moaning helplessly as his prostate endured the abuse. He felt his insides begin to stir, and he knew he was about to cum.

“Minho—“ he whimpered, “Minho-hyung, you’re gonna make me cum.”

His voice and his body was getting weaker by the minute, every thrust of Minho’s cock destroying him.

Minho was too lost in the ecstasy that he left several dark hickeys along his neck and shoulders. He was too caught up in the desire to mark him. To claim him.

As soon as Changbin announced he was going to cum, his thrusts got sloppy, “Fuck baby, cum on my cock. Your ass is so fucking good. Shit— I’m gonna cum—“

Minho reached around to grab ahold of Changbin’s cock and started stroking him fast. He felt him erupt in his hand. Felt it drip onto his hand.

“A-ah! H-holy fuck,” Changbin was moaning like a slut, bucking his hips into Minho’s hand.

And then his own balls began to empty— his cum painting the inside of Changbin’s ass as he continued to fuck and stroke him.

“Yes,” Changbin fell forward, shaking and barely holding himself up with his forearms, “Fill me with your cum. Please hyung.”

Minho’s moans were guttural. Like the pleasure was ripping through his body. Seeing Changbin in this position… his back arched, and his ass in the air. He came harder than he ever has before.

He could barely breathe.

His thrusts slowed, and he let go of Changbin’s softening cock. One last time, he sunk all the way into his ass— and just stayed still. Panting. Changbin moaned weakly, muffled slightly by the pillow he was now pressed against.

Minho licked the cum off of his hand, while the other ran up Changbin’s spine soothingly. He hummed at the familiar taste of his cum, and then pulled out slowly.

“Fuck baby…” he moaned and grabbed his asscheeks to spread them apart, “Look at that pretty hole.”

It was so gorgeously wrecked.

Changbin buried his face in his arms, groaning in embarrassment, “S-stop…”

Minho watched the cum ooze out, and he couldn’t believe this just happened. He took a deep breath and helped Changbin flip over on his back. A bit anxious now, Minho immediately kissed him as if to soothe it.

This time, it was a tender kiss. As they both panted and struggled to catch their breaths from their recent climaxes, they melted into the moment. Minho caressed his cheek with a softness that Changbin had never felt before, and it made him shiver.

When they parted, Minho couldn’t look away from his eyes, “How did it feel, Bin? I hope I didn’t hurt you too bad…”

His gaze trailed downward to all the marks he left on his neck and shoulders. He pursed his lips, going to trace them gently. He couldn’t help but feel scared that Changbin was going to push him away now.

“It was… really good. Really really good— what are you looking at?” Changbin’s eyebrows furrowed, trying to follow his eyes. He could only see the marks on his shoulders, which were big and dark, “Oh…”

Minho scrunched his face in a mix of sympathy and embarrassment, “I’m so sorry… it’s even worse on your neck—“

“My neck?!”

It wasn’t just a matter of explaining it to the members, it was a matter of explaining it to the entire company. The thought of everyone seeing him covered in hickeys was already so embarrassing, how could he cope with trying to make an excuse?

But at the same time, it made his heart flutter. Knowing he’d been claimed by him.

“I’m sorry, Changbin. I’ll take the fall for it. I’ll let everyone know. You don’t have to say a wor—“

Before he could finish his sentence, Changbin grabbed his face and smashed their lips together. Minho hummed in surprise, but ultimately sighed into the kiss and allowed himself to feel the warmth. Their bare bodies pressed against each other— chests rising and falling in sync.

Changbin moaned and broke the kiss first, “I’ll figure it out, hyung,” his hand went to tangle in his hair. Their faces were inches apart as they looked into each other’s eyes, “I’m not scared.”

He was at first… but the more he thought about it, the more he realized he had nothing to worry about. His classic confidence shone through, and showed on the big smile he gave Minho.

“Whether or not they know who marked me, I’ll wear it with pride.”

[liberty-barnes]

Just Breathe

Tom Holland x Female!Osterfield!Bisexual!Reader

Summary: Childbirth waits for no one, not even the Oscars.

Warnings: fluuuuuff, pregnant reader, mentions of childbirth, good press articles, BISEXUAL READER WOOOHOOO

Word Count: 1.5k words

Estimated Reading Time: 6 minutes

A/N: heeeeey look @peterspideyy​ @parkersbliss​ that crazy idea i ranted to you about like six months ago finally got done! i can’t believe i did it... this feels too good to be true, is the world gonna end or something?

Masterlist 

"I don't think this is a good idea."

"Me neither."

"Please, just stay here."

You looked up to your brother and husband, frowning as you smoothed your hand over the soft black fabric of your gown.

"I am not missing the Oscars, Tom. I've still got two weeks until I'm due, it'll be fine."

You sat down on the bed and looked dejectedly at your shoes, then proceeded to throw puppy dog eyes your brother's way until Harrison had no choice but to kneel and help you put on your comfortable trainers. There's no way you're putting on your heels at 37 weeks of pregnancy.

"But what if Baby decides to come sooner? You could go into labour at any moment!"

You rolled your eyes and only raised your arms so they could help you out of bed.

"You guys are being over-dramatic. Nothing's gonna happen. We're just going to the Oscars, we'll have a good time, and hopefully, I'll leave with a little statue under my arm."

With that, you waddled out of your hotel room, ready to get into the limo.

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"(Y/n)! It's so good to see you! You look radiant as always!"

You smiled at Kaitlyn, an interviewer you knew and trusted and rubbed your belly comfortingly. 

"Thank you, I feel like a whale, but Baby'll be here soon so it's worth it."

She smiled and asked you a bunch of questions about your movie and how you were feeling about being nominated for Best Actress.

"But anyway, how far along are you now?"

"I'm a little over 37 weeks, they should be coming soon. Tom and Haz were actually really apprehensive about me coming here since I'm so close to my due date."

She smiled and looked over at the two men, obviously on edge.

"Well, I wish you all the best and I sincerely hope you win."

You hugged her goodbye and posed for a few more pictures before being led inside by your husband.

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"And now, for the moment you've all been waiting for..."

Everyone watched with bated breath as Brie Larson, last year's winner, got ready to announce who would take home the trophy.

"This year's winner, and taking home the Oscar for best actress in a leading role..."

Tom took your hand and you squeezed it tight, ready to applaud one of the other amazing actresses on their win.

"(Y/n) Holland, for her brilliant performance in Two Sides of the Same Coin!"

You felt like your heart was gonna beat out of your chest, run to that stage, kiss Brie, then promptly burst to flames out of sheer, unadulterated enthusiasm. Tom was hugging you and whispering how much you deserved it while your brother gently guided you to the podium. None of them would ever allow you to go up there on your own. Always one in front of you in case you trip forward and one behind you to catch you if you fall back.

Overprotective much?

As soon as you reached Brie, you hugged her tight (or as tight as you could with a human baby house separating you), taking the award while the two boys hugged her too.

"Holy Louis Tomlinson in a crop top."

The audience laughed, most of them already familiar with your strange One Direction inspired expressions.

"Wow, I didn't actually think I was gonna win this, everyone had such amazing performances. I-It's an honour, really. Two Sides of the Same Coin was a project very near and dear to my heart, so I'd like to thank the amazing Drew Barrymore, who wrote and directed the movie."

The room erupted in cheers and the woman smiled at you from her place on the front row.

"Bisexual representation is something we don't get very often, and when we do, it's always misjudged. So thank you for showing the world what bisexuality really is, and for giving me a chance to live out my dreams of kissing lots of people. This idiot tied me down too soon."

You pointed behind you at Tom, hearing his appalled squeak along with Harrison's guffaw of a laugh. 

In other news, the baby was starting to inconvenience you slightly. Baby had been going crazy since last night (not that you'd tell the boys) and the Braxton-Hicks were killing you, but it only got worse now.

"I'd also like to thank my amazing costars, Zendaya, Bella Thorne, and Owen Patrick Joyner, it was awesome to make out with you all..."

The crowd laughed while you felt something trickle down your legs.

Oh.

OH.

You'll never live this down, that's for sure.

"Uh, before I finish can one of you idiots call the car and get them to come to the exit please and thank you? Now as I was saying-"

"Wait, why?"

You turned to your brother and smiled innocently.

"Oh, my water just broke."

The crowd cheered.

Tom screamed.

Harrison fell to the floor, unconscious.

You sighed.

"New plan, can anyone try to wake my brother while my hus-" 

You looked at Tom, frantically doing small back and forths between you and his best friend, unsure of what to do. 

"-While someone else calls the car because both of them are apparently useless."

"We need to get you to the hospital!"

His terrified scream could be heard all through the room, even with no mic.

"What? No! I need to finish my acceptance speech, then go back to the hotel to shower and maybe take a little nap and then go to the hospital. My water just broke, Thomas, we have time, calm your tits."

You turned back fully to the mic, facing the hysteric faces of the crowd, very entertained by the exchange.

"Now as I was saying, I want to thank the amazing team that worked on this movie, you're all amazing and it was such a good experience. I'd also like to thank my family for always being there for me and supporting me and Haz in our acting careers. Thank you to my brother, even if he's unconscious right now, he'll just watch it on Youtube later, for literally forcing me to go to the audition. And lastly, I'd like to thank my wonderful husband, who hopefully hasn't passed out yet, for always supporting me and being my biggest rock through everything. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to deliver a baby, you know, just normal Saturday night stuff."

---

An Oscar in hand and another... down her legs?

(Y/n) Holland sure gave the Oscars something to be entertained by on this last Saturday. The wife of fellow actor Tom Holland looked radiant in her custom-made Valentino dress, looking ready for a night of fun.

(Y/n) was nominated for this year's Best Actress in a Leading Role award, alongside Meryl Streep, Margot Robbie, Cate Blanchett, and Tessa Thompson, but the Oscar went to her from her brilliant performance in Two Sides of the Same Coin. But it was during her acceptance speech that things got... slippery.

At 37 weeks of pregnancy, the Holland baby was ready to come at any minute, but apparently, theatrics run in the family. The actress was in the middle of her speech when she felt her water break, pausing in her talking to request a car be called.

You'd think her husband, Tom, and brother Harrison Osterfield, overprotective as they are, would be fully prepared! Unfortunately for them, and fortunately for our entertainment, they were not. Harrison went unconscious after hearing the news, dropping to the floor and earning himself a minor concussion, much to his sister's amusement

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@ynholland: "Don't worry, when you go into labour, I'll be with you every step of the way." Said Harrison Osterfield, then proceeded to pass out, get a minor concussion, and miss the whole delivery.😂 Good job, little bro👍

And just when you thought she couldn't get any better, she finishes her acceptance speech with: "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to deliver a baby, you know, just normal Saturday night stuff." We have no choice but to stan this iconic queen!

But for the news you've all been waiting for, Oscar Robert Holland (yes, the middle name is a homage to Robert Downey Jr. himself, we're not crying, you are!) was born just twelve hours later. Tom let know through a beautiful Instagram picture that he is in fact "perfectly healthy and loved by everyone already".

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@tomholland2013: I present to you, my best creation to this date: Oscar Robert Holland. Thank you all for your prayers and kind messages, our boy is perfectly healthy and loved by everyone already❤️

But of course, Uncle Haz wouldn't stay behind.

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@hazosterfield: Since I know you've all been worried sick and desperate to know how the baby is... I'm doing just fine, it's just a minor concussion :) Oh and my godson's great too.

And just to prove that the Osterfields are indeed the royal family of comedy, we leave with this wonderful picture posted to the happy mum's very own Instagram.

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@ynholland: Guess I was so good they gave two Oscars instead of one ;)

-Written by Kaitlyn Storm

so anyway, Two Sides of the Same Coin is a movie idea i got a while ago and should maybe try to write one of these days but oh well or something. anyway, i’m not gonna rant about it here cause it’d be too long but i hope you enjoyed this and don’t forget to like/comment/reblog if you feel like it!

-Love, Miah

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[sirenascales]

-> Chuuya with a Black F!Reader who's a bit insecure because of her skin.

@furrypostsoul said: Hello admin, I hope you’re having a good day! So stoked to see a fellow bisexual bsd fan! I would politely like to request a chuuya Drabble with a black fem bisexual reader where she thought that chuuya wouldnt be interested in her romantically cause of y’know, her skin. If you could also add in scenarios where she was racially harassed in public (pls dont write this is ur not comfortable, I understand if you don’t! it’s something I want people to be aware about)

note: ahhh thank you so much for your request! i immediately had an idea as soon as I saw it and I believe I came up with a good one, especially after asking some of my pals for advice on how to tackle it! Hope you like it!

warnings: colorism, mentions of racial fetishization, microaggresion, and racism [not from Chuuya] insecure reader, angst to fluff i promise,

"I still don't understand why it takes so long to do your hair... aren't you just getting braids?" The confused look on Chuuya's face was honestly super cute and hilarious and you couldn't help but laugh behind your hand.

"That's just the way it is, man. That's why I said we can go out on Saturday. I can't on Friday since I'll be strapped to the chair."

"Man, whatever," Chuuya huffed and you rolled your eyes at him, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Don't whatever me. Just suck it up!"

You shook your head, the hustle and bustle of the shopping district around you fading as you looked to your companion. Red hair, blue eyes, fancy clothes and a dumb hat; Chuuya was honestly too handsome, too damn fine. The scowl on his face was cute and you resisted the urge to pinch his cheeks. You knew he would literally kill you for that, and you valued your life.

You and Chuuya were in that talking stage and finally decided to go out on your first official date on Saturday. Besides his... occupation, you found yourself very much liking the man. Not just for his looks, but his fiery personality made him interesting, the way he carried himself. He was great and you were so into him.

You hoped he felt the same way. He had to, he agreed to the date in the first place! And how could he not? You were a sight, rich brown skin and he sorta, kinda, absolutely loved the cute afro puffs you had on your head. You were beautiful, a bright spirit with a bit of an edge that Chuuya definitely liked.

After talking some more, Chuuya had to go off to do his own thing, and after sharing a very tight hug, you waved him farewell, promising to see him on Saturday for your first date.

You couldn't help the huge, happy grin on your face, giddy as you made your way over to a nearby bench, sitting next to an older woman. You paid her no mind, grabbing your phone to text your friend as you giggled to yourself.

"Was that your boyfriend?" the woman suddenly inquired and you blinked at her in surprise. Then, your face started to heat up and you laughed lightly.

"Well, not yet. We're just dating."

"Ah..." the woman trailed off and you didn't like the tone of her voice. Suddenly feeling awkward, you turned back to your phone.

"I don't mean to be rude," the woman started and you couldn't help the sense of dread you felt. Here we go again. "But you should be careful, dear. You're a beautiful woman but... Japanese men don't really like dark skin. Not unless they are with you for... ulterior motives."

Even if you were already expecting some foolishness, the woman's words still stunned you, striking you to your core as you gave her a look that exceeded shock. You were appalled, your chest tightening in anger and hurt. You took in a slow deep breath, your fists clenching tightly. Your body had gone numb, and you tried your best to keep it cool. You couldn't make a scene.

"Wow," you laughed softly, shaking your head as you stood up. You didn't pay that stupid bitch any mind, storming away, your anger just boiling.

Not only did that woman ruin your entire day, she honestly ruined your entire week. The anger had soon subsided and you were left with the insecurities you tried to push down, especially when it came to Chuuya. Your mind ran at one hundred miles per hour, overthinking as the cruel words lingered in your mind.

Was Chuuya another one? Like your last relationship, were you just a sexual conquest for someone just wanting to try having sex with a Black girl? That was what your ex-girlfriend did to you, so was this just the same? Did he even like you?

No. Chuuya wouldn't do that.

Even so, you canceled your date with him as you sat in the stylist's chair on Friday, eyes burning with tears. You didn't want to experience that again, so you figured you give it all up before you get hurt again. Or even worse.

After spending day getting your hair done, you gotten a quick bite to eat before heading home, feeling completely dejected. Your hair looked amazing, long box braids swaying as you trudged along. But Chuuya didn't answer your text at all, and that honestly made you feel even more like shit. Did he not care at all?

You sighed deeply, coming up on your apartment, stopping when you saw a very familiar red motorcycle parked along the sidewalk. Your heart skipped a beat when you spotted Chuuya leaning against his bike, and when he finally noticed you, your heart dropped when he yelled your name.

"Oi!" he hollered, stomping over to you angrily. "What the hell do you mean our date is canceled?!"

"I-" you were at a loss for words. "Why are you here?"

"I was waiting for you! I didn't know where you were getting your hair done so I just stood here."

"Th-the whole day?! Chuuya!"

"I mean, I went and got food and stuff but-"

"That's not the point!" you interrupted. "Why would you even bother?"

Chuuya scoffed. "Are you serious? You suddenly cancel our date and you expect me not to worry about you?" As he finished talking, Chuuya is shocked to find tears pooling in your eyes, your lips trembling as you hung your head. "H-hey, what the hell happened?"

"You don't just want to fuck me, right?"

Now Chuuya was at a loss for words, his jaw hanging open as he registered your ridiculous words. You spoke again, telling him about the things that woman said to you earlier that week, as well as the horrible experience you had with your ex-girlfriend.

"... I tried not to think too much about it but... I'm used to comments about my skin and race, I mean, hello! I'm Black, but... " you trailed off, lifting your hands up to wipe your tears away. Chuuya beat you to it, and you stared at him with teary eyes as he gently wiped your tears away.

"I'm not your ex-girlfriend." Chuuya was firm as he spoke. "And that old hag needs to mind her own fucking business. I fucking like you. Not because of some weird sexual thing, I actually fucking like you. The whole you. You're beautiful and smart, you keep me on my toes. And yes, your skin and hair are amazing, I love them, but those are only parts of you that I find amazing. I'm not giving you my love and attention because I want something from you, I'm giving it because you deserve it. And I want to be the one who gives it to you."

You didn't know what to say, what to do. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears, your mouth going dry. Still, after a moment you just end up punching Chuuya lightly on his chest, choking out a laugh while you cried.

"Shut up... all that sappy shit..."

Chuuya scoffed, lowkey offended. "Excuse me? I basically just confessed to you."

"Yeah..." you sniffed, looking and giving the man a watery smile. "You did. I..." Lips trembling again, you took a step forward and Chuuya wasted no time in pulling you in for a hug.

"And you better accept me or else I will kick your ass," Chuuya said, pressing his face against your hair. "You smell nice..."

"Hm."

"And you're perfect. Worth more than an experimental fuck and the words of some old bitch." There was a bite to Chuuya's words, and that made you feel so much better.

"I'm sorry for doubting you..." you whispered and Chuuya shook his head, pulling away from the hug.

"Don't be. I understand, I promise."

You smiled widely, face getting hot as he gently cupped your cheek. "Are you sure?"

Chuuya rolled his eyes. "Fine, you can make it up to me by un-cancelling our date. Let me show you off."

You giggled softly, hugging him again. "Okay. That's fair."

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[lotti-lyric]

Hihi! Can I request a MHA matchup please? I'm 16, he/it, and im bisexual <3

I'm 5'5, I have straight, short red hair with brown roots starting to come in. My eyes are hazel and they pretty big, I usually but eye liner on to make them appear more slender. I'm pretty pale, and I have light freckles all over my body. I usually wear more tight fitting cottagecore/dark academia clothes, or anything that is sage green!

I'm and INTP. I'm more introverted, but I tend to be very talkative and friendly to those I know and like. I consider myself to be a pretty approachable person as I usually have a smile on my face, and I am a optimistic realist who sees the most probable outcome but tries to look at it in a positive light. I'm pretty funny, artisitc, charasmatic and cuddly, I love physical touch between myself and people I consider my friends, little things like holding hands or hugging. I can be naive and bothering at times, when I don't get enough attention I get overly clingy and annoying. When I dont receive attention after asking I can become distant and irritated, not understanding why no one is paying attention. My mood changes pretty quickly, one moment I will be sad the next I'm beaming ear to ear. I'm impatient and i get very paranoid at times.

I'm someone who tends to find comfort in different kinds of media and then obsess over it for months. I've been obsessed with Harry Potter (dont support JKR) and BNHA for a very long time now, they are definitely my main interests atm. I love to draw, read, and play video games. One of my favorite things to do is go to the mall or just walk through thrift stores, as seeing all the clothes make me feel excited and sparks my creativity. I dislike heat and hot weather, my favorite season being fall and my favorite holiday being halloween. It also doesnt help my love for the fall season that my birthday is in October. I love spicy and savory foods, but I do occasionally get a sweet tooth and eat all the chocolate or strawberry shortcake in my house. I am a night owl and have a hard time wanting to get up in the early mornings. My favorite flowers are Snowdrops as they are so delicate and they remind me of my childhood. School is fairly easy to me, and I always get A's with the exception of a B or two. I love helping out my teachers or fellow classmates, but tend to stay away from larger groups, eating my lunch in classrooms or in the courtyard. My love language is physical touch and quality time!

I think thats it, thank you sm! I hope your day has been good so far <3

charlotte’s interlude 💗- hey!! i hope you’re having a good day!! ofc! i hope you enjoy this love, take care of yourself!! thank you, have an incredible day!!

warnings; swearing, paranoia, food

i match you with…

Uraraka Ochako!! (aka Uravity)

- this for you both!! ^^

- she has got it sooooo bad for you holy shit

- loves ur makeup but loves ur big eyes!!

- big eye club whoop whoot!!

- matching cottagecore matching cottagecore m-

- she’d never ever force you into a conversation but once you’re comfy with it, she’s sooooo happy!! you always have the best, energy filled discussions about the little things!!

- THE SMILES ITS TOO BRIGHT 😩 i need some sunglasses guys

- even before you two are together, you’re joined at the hip!! cuddling, leaning against each other during lunch outside, holding hands, laughing and cheering together

- not getting enough attention is never an issue with her!! she knows just when you need her and just like that she’s there!!

- she’s really amazing at quelling your paranoia, assuring you of what’s real and making sure the smile ends up back on your face!!

- when you’re into something, she’s into something!! you have so many inside jokes after u binged all the HP movies

- You, using a strand of her hair: aVEdEE KaDEbEE

- she is WHEEZING

- you both just walk around malls a lot, picking out little fits for each other and having fun in general

- ur upset? expect a beaming uraraka at the door with tissues, cute videos games, loads of sweets, and snowdrops just for u!!

[crystalstar8]

Knights of the Night (ch 23)

Chapter 23

Ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4, ch 5, ch 6, ch 7, ch 8, ch 9, ch 10, ch 11, ch 12, ch 13, ch 14, ch 15, ch 16, ch 17, ch 18, ch 19, ch 20, ch 21, ch 22, ch 23

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29139240/chapters/71536491

pairing: Jungkook x oc

genre: vampire au, college au, twilight, romance

word count: 3,393

warnings: blood (obviously), kidnapping, child kidnapping, needles, France, human trafficking

notes: vampires, vampire au, college, college au, so many twilight references, blood, needles, kidnapping, children, homelessness, dance, ballet, flashbacks, romance, slow burn, probably no smut, idk yet tho, France, French things, attempted genocide, inaccurate French history, bisexual main character, @strawberriewithchocolate-blog @mozy-j  @daechwitad-2​ @zobadak​ @fallenstar-7​​​

summary: Catalina starts college in a small town all the way across the country. She doesn’t know anyone and isn’t exactly looking for friends. She just wants to focus on dance. But when she meets fellow dance major, Jimin, and adventurous, fellow freshman, Jungkook, Catalina ends up discovering a whole new side to the small college town; one that is dangerous but oh so enticing...

The hallway was quiet outside Taehyung’s room, but she could hear voices downstairs. She couldn’t remember if she had her phone on her before she… well, before she died. But when she checked her pockets, it was right there, fully charged. She smiled.

               Her smile dropped when she tried to open her phone and it didn’t recognize her face, refusing to unlock without the number code.

               “You’ve gotta be kidding me,” she mumbled. “I don’t look that different.”

               She had several missed calls and texts from her mom. It looked like her mom was keeping her eyes on the news and saw something about the raid at the abandoned hospital. She clearly panicked when she couldn’t get ahold of her. The last text told her to call when she woke up. She checked her calls. There was one outgoing call to her mom. One of the guys must have called her.

               She sat down against the wall in the hallway and tapped her mom’s contact. The phone didn’t even ring twice before she picked up.

               “Mi hija, is that you?” she answered, her voice frantic.

               “Yeah mom, it’s me,” said Catalina. “I’m okay, sorry I worried you.”

               “A young man named Hoseok called me and told me you were in the hospital?” Lucía asked. “I heard there was some sort of explosion downtown and you were nearby. I tried to fly over there but the city is in lockdown-“

               “Mom, slow down,” Catalina said with a laugh. “I promise I’m okay. I’m back home with the boys and honestly, I feel great.”

               “Were you unconscious all that time?” Lucía asked. “Did you have some kind of head injury? Those don’t just go away so easily.”

               “Yeah, I was asleep for a while, but my head is perfectly fine,” said Catalina. “I just got my phone charged up, that’s why I wasn’t able to call you until now.”

               She hated lying to her mom, but clearly the guys didn’t want her knowing the truth. Catalina knew that was for the best. They couldn’t just go around telling people about all this. She knew someday her mom would need to know, but now wasn’t the time.

               “Okay, I’m so happy you’re okay,” Lucía said. “Please call every day until your poor mom is satisfied.”

               Catalina laughed and said, “Sure mom. I can do that.”

               “The boys are taking care of you, right?” Lucía asked. “Is Jungkook there?”

               “Yeah, they’re taking good care of me,” said Catalina, her heart skipping a beat at the mention of her boyfriend. “Jungkook is here, he’s downstairs. I have to go now mom. I’ll call you again tomorrow.”

               “Okay, cariña,” said Lucía. “I’ll let you go. I love you so much.”

               “I love you too, mom,” said Catalina. She hung up and looked down at her phone. She wondered how she’d be able to tell her mom about everything that happened. About what she was now.

               She sent a text to Hoseok, telling him to meet her by Taehyung’s room. He sent her back a thumbs up emoji and was there within a minute. Catalina stood up and looked at him. He didn’t look all that different. She wondered how badly he was hurt. But first…

               She pulled him into a tight hug.

               “Thank you,” she said. “For saving me.”

               “I did it without your consent,” he mumbled into her shoulder. “I thought you would hate me.”

               “I don’t hate you,” she said, pulling away to wipe away his gathering tears. “I wasn’t ready to go. I’m glad you did what you did.”

               He hugged her again, then Catalina said, “I heard you were hurt at the fight.”

               “It wasn’t that bad,” said Hoseok. “Tae tae likes to exaggerate.”

               Catalina laughed.

               “I can’t wait to hear the whole story,” she said. “But first, I wanna see my boyfriend. I was told I needed a chaperone.”

               Hoseok smiled and said, “I’ll be your chaperone! You look okay right now, but seriously, be careful getting close to him.”

               “I feel fine,” said Catalina. “I think I should be okay.”

               “Trust me, you will not feel that way when you get close to him,” said Hoseok, his face getting serious. “I remember what it was like to be new. It’s like, you can’t always control yourself. If you get really close to him, he’s gonna smell irresistible. Literally. It’s going to be really hard not to just bite into his pulse-“

               “That sounds sexy,” said Catalina.

               “It’s not,” said Hoseok. “You won’t be able to stop. Not when you’re this new. You could literally kill him in less than a minute.”

               “Yeah, that’s not sexy,” said Catalina.

               “I would suggest being…chaste for a while,” said Hoseok. “At least until you’re well fed for a few weeks.”

               “Weeks? In Twilight, it takes years,” said Catalina.

               “This is not Twilight,” Hoseok said, laughing. “The only vampires that sparkle like that are the ones at San Francisco pride.”

               Catalina laughed loudly at that, following him towards the stairs.

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

               Jungkook leapt from the couch as soon as Catalina came into the room. Namjoon, who was sitting next to him, was faster in pulling him back.

               “Guk,” Catalina said, itching to finally hold him. He was staring at her with wide eyes, taking in her face and hair and body.

               “Cat,” he whispered, slowly approaching. Namjoon and Hoseok watched them carefully as they met in the middle, enveloping each other in a tight hug. Too tight, if the pop Catalina felt in his back and the groan he let out was anything to go by. She quickly loosened her grip, adjusting herself so her face was buried in his chest instead of his neck. Hoseok was right. He did smell irresistible. His heartbeat and pulse were loud in her ears and the smell coming off of him was making her thirsty again. Before she knew it, she was no longer focusing on him. It would be so easy to just lean up and take…it’s right there…

Her thirst came back full force and it took everything in her to push him away before she lost control.

               She ignored the hurt that flashed in his eyes as she turned her back to him, looking at Hoseok with desperation. He pulled something from his back pocket and handed it to her. It was another blood bag. Her hands shook as she drank it, unsettled by the thoughts running through her head. She hated thinking about Jungkook like that.

               Catalina felt tears well up in her eyes.

               “Sorry,” she said. “I’m sorry Kookie. You just…you smell really good.”

               “Thanks?” he said. She turned to look at him with a smile.

               “By that I mean, I couldn’t stop thinking about biting into your neck and taking from you,” she said, feeling guilty.

               “That sounds sexy,” he said with a smirk.

               “It’s not. I wouldn’t be able to stop,” said Catalina. Behind her, she heard Hoseok chuckle and say under his breath, “No wonder they get along so well.”

               “Well, maybe when you think you could stop, we can test it out,” said Jungkook.

               “We’re still here,” Namjoon said, clearing his throat.

               “No, let them keep going, this is fascinating,” Hoseok said.

               “Okay, I promise I won’t do anything crazy, I just really want to sit down and hold my boyfriend’s hand and listen to everyone’s war stories,” said Catalina. “And maybe drink some more.”

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

               “Taehyung was a beast,” Hoseok said.

               Jin and Jimmy K were given the notice that it was safe to come over, so they did right away. Once everyone was settled into the couch in the lounge, they were all eager to share their stories. Catalina and Jimin were both sipping their way through a pile of blood bags on the coffee table, listening intently with wide eyes. Jungkook sat beside Catalina, an arm around her waist, sparkling eyes never leaving her.

               “Yeah, Taehyung was legendary,” said Jimmy K.

               Taehyung, who was sitting beside Jimin, blushed and waved a hand.

               “I’d say Jimmy K was more legendary,” said Taehyung. “Remind me to never get on your bad side.”

               “Well, let’s start at the beginning,” said Catalina. “I don’t even know how they got Jimin!”

               “They kidnapped me again,” said Jimin. “The day before the battle.”

               “Jimin, I’m so sorry,” said Catalina. “If we had known…”

               “It’s okay,” he said. “Better me than Caleb. I’m glad Makai assumed we didn’t know him.”

               “It’s true,” said Namjoon. “If it were Caleb, we wouldn’t have been able to save him the way we did with you. Turning children is illegal.”

               “Illegal?” Jungkook asked. “Would you get arrested? By the police?”

               “That’s a question for another time,” Catalina said impatiently. “So, what happened? Tell us from the beginning, from when you all went in.”

               “Well, it was pretty boring when we first got in,” said Namjoon.

               “Let me tell it,” said Hoseok. “You guys are bad at telling stories. Okay, so we went in and our backup is all there, and right away, we’re demanding to speak with Makai. There’s this lady there, was her name Mohati?”

               Namjoon nodded.

               “Right. Mohati tells us that Makai isn’t there, but Yoongi knows she’s lying,” said Hoseok. “And he says so, and then one of our guys tries to attack her and that’s when the fight started. A bunch of guys came out of nowhere and attacked us and it was just madness. Yoongi had his sword-“

               “It was my original sword,” Yoongi said with a grin. “From when I was a prince. I haven’t touched it in a good three hundred years, but it cleaned up pretty well.”

               “And he was cutting peoples heads off,” said Hoseok. “Which was gross and terrible to watch, but it was so awesome. He was like a master fighter. I got separated from them for a while, because I found someone I knew in the crowd. It was Jamie, the woman who kidnapped me back in the nineties. She recognized me and started taunting me and I couldn’t even focus on anything else at that point. My anger totally took over, but she was pretty strong. I didn’t last long in that battle. She hurt me pretty bad, I couldn’t fight after that.”

               “She broke his leg,” said Yoongi.

               Hoseok’s face looked pale. “You don’t have to tell them. It’s really gross.”

               “His bone was sticking out,” Yoongi said, chuckling. “It was magnificent.”

               Hoseok put his face in his hands and groaned. “Don’t make me think about it again. It was so awful. I’m gonna throw up.”

               Yoongi laughed and patted his back. “I helped set it. He did throw up.”

               Hoseok punched him in the arm.

               “He got her back though,” said Yoongi. “Once you could stand up, you killed her, didn’t you?”

               “I’m gonna be sick,” Hoseok said, standing up. Yoongi pulled him back down and rubbed his back.

               “Namjoon, tell us what you were doing,” said Yoongi.

               “I tried to control the crowd, but eventually I had to fight,” said Namjoon. “I mean, I held my own, but nothing crazy happened.”

               “Didn’t you blow up the wall?” asked Yoongi.

               “No, I didn’t blow up the wall,” Namjoon laughed. “Beck, one of the guys from up north, brought explosives. He was setting them up all over the place. I think he just wanted to come to blow stuff up. But I heard Jimmy K was pretty badass during the battle.”

               Jimmy K chuckled and said, “I was just doing my job.”

               “I saw Jimmy K swing over the crowd on a chain, shooting a crossbow,” said Taehyung.

               “I saw Jimmy K with a machete, fighting back-to-back with Yoongi,” said Namjoon.

               “I saw Jimmy K karate chop someone in the neck and they passed out,” said Hoseok. “I didn’t even know that was possible.”

               “I saw Jimmy K run up a wall and do a backflip kick to one guy’s chest,” said Yoongi.

               “Was that before my shirt was ripped open, or after?” Jimmy K asked.

               “After,” said Yoongi. “You had a big gash across your chest.”

               “That was from someone’s nails,” said Jimmy K. “Can you believe that? They ruined my shirt. I might have a scar there!”

               “But what a great story it’ll come with!” said Jin.

               “That’s true,” said Jimmy K. “Women love scars. And they love the stories.”

               “What happened to you when you went missing?” Jungkook asked Catalina.

               “I was with Priya and we were going back in to evacuate more captives,” said Catalina. “Amanda came out of nowhere and Priya tried to defend me but she didn’t stand a chance. Amanda pounced on her and snapped her neck. I ran away, but I got lost. Amanda was following me, but I think she was just playing with me. She let me run until I couldn’t breathe anymore, and then she came out and grabbed me. She brought me to Makai’s office. Jimin was there. I don’t think Makai was expecting this attack.”

               “Really?” asked Namjoon. “Because there were way more enemies there than we expected.”

               “No, he told us that he knew we knew Jimin. He realized Jimin was part of our group when Yoongi went there to buy him, but he didn’t pay any mind to it,” said Catalina. “He basically said, he got paid either way. He didn’t think we’d do something like this.”

               “He said he wanted to try to make a deal with you,” Jimin said to Namjoon.

               “He tried to,” said Namjoon. “He wanted me to call this off and let him continue his business. He’d spare you if we did. I couldn’t let him continue his work, so I tried to reason with him to let you go, but then some idiot wanted to be a hero and tried to attack Makai. Obviously Mohati jumped in and killed him right away, but it was too late. Makai and Amanda panicked and took it as an attack.”

               “That’s when Taehyung went crazy,” said Hoseok. “He was legendary.

               “A beast,” said Jimmy K. “Absolutely fearsome.”

               “He was truly a formidable force,” said Namjoon.

               “Guys,” Taehyung whined, blushing and looking down.

               “His eyes were practically glowing when he attacked Makai,” said Jimmy K. “And Makai is a big man, way bigger than Taehyung, so I was sure he’d win. Not to mention, Amanda was also a part of his attack. But Taehyung let out a piercing battle cry and tackled Makai to the ground. He fought both of them like nothing I’ve ever seen before. He was like a wild animal.”

               “He was faster and stronger than I’ve ever seen him,” said Namjoon. “He killed Amanda right away and then tore Makai apart.”

               “Literally,” said Yoongi. “He literally tore the man limb from limb.”

               “Ew, please stop,” said Hoseok, looking pale again.

               “He didn’t waste any time biting you, Jimin,” said Jimmy K. Jimin looked at Taehyung, whose eyes were downcast. Jimin took his hand and rubbed a thumb over his knuckles. Catalina had to assume Jimin wasn’t too mad about being turned.

               “They formed a circle around us,” said Jungkook. He looked pale too as he told Catalina the next part. “Hoseok tried to hold your wound closed, but it wasn’t working. He said he was sorry before biting you.”

               “Once Makai was dead, most of his people started running away,” said Namjoon. “The battle ended quickly and then the police came down to sweep for any other survivors. We didn’t stay though. We had to get you two home.”

               Catalina stayed silent for a moment to take everything in. She couldn’t believe everything that happened, just within…

               “How long was I out?” she asked.

               “Just a day and a half,” said Namjoon.

               “Shit. No wonder my mom was panicking,” said Catalina.

               There was something else weighing on her mind. Something she wasn’t sure they’d have the answers for.

               “So, something strange has been happening with me, and I think I understand what it is, but I don’t know how it’s possible,” said Catalina. Everyone was listening intently. “About a week or so after I moved here, I started having these dreams. They would always start out chaotic, mostly me running from something. Then they would end in a library or den and Namjoon would be there, telling me about the book he read last.”

               Various faces of confusion stared back at her.

               “The weird part is, we hadn’t met any of you yet,” said Catalina. “I met Namjoon in my dreams before I met him in real life. But it didn’t stop there. The night after our bonfire at Jungkook’s house, I had a dream that I was being chased in a tunnel with a metal floor. And the person chasing me said something like, ‘Don’t you know girls like you get eaten…’, or, what was it? Like, ‘Here kitty kitty, don’t you know trespassers get eaten?’. And these dreams kept happening, the same one over and over again, me being chased in this tunnel and the person chasing me kept saying something similar to that, a little different each time. And then, the night before the battle, I had a dream that me and Jimin were being held captive and I woke up when our necks were slit.

               “When Amanda was chasing me the day of the battle, I was running through the same tunnel as the one in my dreams. But I didn’t think about it too much because she was following me and taunting me and she said those words. She said, ‘Here, kitty kitty. If you keep running, you’ll run into monsters down here. And pretty kitties like you will get eaten by the monsters’, something like that. And I realized that this was the moment I had been dreaming about all along. And I knew what happened next but I couldn’t do anything to stop it.”

               Catalina felt a tear run down her face, which she wiped away quickly. She didn’t want to cry, she wanted to be mad. But there was no point in being mad at a dead woman. She supposed there was also no point in being mad at a situation that was meant to be anyway.

               “Fascinating,” Namjoon said after a long pause. “You’re a prophet.”

               “I thought you didn’t believe in stuff like that,” said Yoongi.

               “I don’t, I mean I didn’t,” he said. “But it doesn’t matter what I believe in. If she’s telling the truth, which she has no reason not to, then that’s proof. That implies that destiny is real, and we don’t truly have free will.”

               Namjoon rubbed his chin and looked off into space before continuing.

               “But not entirely,” said Namjoon. “If your dreams were a little bit different each time, that means that the future isn’t completely set in stone. It might still be possible to change it, especially if you know what to expect. It might be difficult though, since it sounded like all your dreams had about the same outcome.”

               “No, not all of them,” said Catalina. “Some of them ended with me finding you all and you protecting me from whatever was chasing me. One of them ended with Jungkook getting injured. He was unconscious and both of us were locked in one of those cells.”

               “So, it sounds like the future is changeable,” said Yoongi. “I bet your dreams were shifting every time someone made a decision.”

                “This isn’t unheard of, Catalina,” Namjoon said. “Lots of vampires have some sort of special ability. Usually it’s just things like hypnotism, or having an affinity for certain skills, but this could be very useful. And very interesting. The philosophical implications of this are well worth looking into.”

               “I don’t like it,” said Catalina.

               “You better get used to it,” said Yoongi. “There’s a lot of things about this life you won’t like.”

               “Well, vampires don’t need to sleep, right?” Jimin said. “If you don’t like it, just don’t sleep.”

               “Oh, that’s true,” said Hoseok.

               It was then that she remembered the last dream she had. The one on the beach. If that one came true, like the others did, then maybe this gift of hers wouldn’t be so bad.

               “What are you smiling about?” Jungkook asked.

               “The last dream I had, before I woke up today,” she said, her smile growing wider. “I hope it comes true.”

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[highonchocolate]

Take Two: The Guardian in Gotham Chapter 12

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He’s a little boy again, laughing and racing through the halls of the Mansion, surrounded by the auburn warmth and love of his mother. Her green eyes, so similar to his own, sparkle down at him as she smiles. He reaches out for her, beaming hopefully, but as soon as he touches her, she crumbles, form blurring and fading. The warmth around him vanishes with her, and then he is alone. Stuck in the cold, silent, Mansion, a gilded cage for him to perform like an exhibit on display. He almost never catches a glimpse of his father, seeing more of Nathalie than him. Piano, fencing, Mandarin, photoshoots, the never ending cycle of activities goes on and on. He is a puppet, a doll. Dancing to their tune. He meets Ladybug, bounding across the rooftops, and the warmth sparks anew. It’s a different kind of heat, red, not the oranges and yellows of before, but still bright. He jokes and laughs, and keeps quiet to preserve the peace. Then, their identities are revealed and his world comes crashing down again. Chloé tells him about sexual harassment, screaming at him for being such an asshole to Mari, and he feels the familiar, numbing, cold creeping up his spine. What had he done?! He...had done… He goes to Ladybug-Marinette-and gets on his knees and apologizes. He apologizes for being too loud as Chat and too quiet as Adrien. He apologizes for not being there, for leaving her struggling in both aspects of her life, just so he could keep the warmth a little longer. But she smiles at him, and says they’ll work on it, and the fire blazes anew. He still loves her, but not in the same way. She is his sister, his sibling, someone to care for, and protect. She is not his lover, but his friend, and somehow, that's all he ever wanted.

--- He opens his eyes with a nostalgic smile on his lips. His eyes are wet, and he tastes salt on his tongue. He reaches out to his other half, his family, and she reaches back, grabbing him in a tight embrace. He hears the green hero telling him he’s not an enemy, but he ignores him, clutching Marinette like a lifeline. As Chloe steps forward, he loosens his hug, keeping his arm around her shoulders instead and turns to watch. She saw how they cried, relieving whatever horrific memories they had been subjected to. As she squeezed her eyes shut, blackness enveloping her, she couldn’t help but feel the familiar tingle of fear wrapping around her like a cloak. --- She is five again, watching as Mommy and Daddy scream at each other. Mommy’s mouth is open in a snarl, and Chloé can’t help but think she looks like a scary monster from her bedtime stories. The one that eats people. Seven years old, and every day they’re yelling at each other, screaming and shouting mean words in the other room. She hears Mommy say ‘This was all a mistake!’ And she huddles under her blankets, pulling Mr. Cuddly closer to her chest. She hears a door slam, and her Mommy is marching away to the helicopter, and there are suitcases being loaded inside. She sees her yellow suitcase is not in the pile, and Daddy is still standing on the roof, not in the helicopter. Her heart skips a beat and she clutches Mr. Cuddly even tighter as she stands beside Daddy and watches Mommy fly away. Does Mommy not love me anymore? She is eight and her Daddy is running for Mayor. He’s too busy to spend time with her, so he buys her a phone to say sorry. She takes it, but there is a weird feeling in her chest, like something is missing, and it doesn’t disappear as she sits alone in her room, playing some mindless game. Nine, ten, eleven, twelve. Daddy spends less and less time with her, buying more and more gifts to try and make up for his absence. The gifts fill her room, but they don’t fill the empty space in her heart. Sabrina tries, but Chloé knows she doesn’t really like her. She’s only doing it because Chloé gives her gifts too. Then Marinette comes along, and Chloé feels her hatred grow. How come her parents spend time with her?! What makes her so special? ... Why don’t my parents spend time with me? So she huffs and bullies and wraps herself in a cloak of thorns, keeping everyone at arms distance so that she won’t be let down and left alone again. She has Adrien, of course, but she knows she is using him. And he lets her use him, moving through the motions like a doll. 

Then Ladybug soars through the sky, catching her as she plummets from Stoneheart’s grasp, high above. Bright blue eyes and signature red, and Chloé watches from below as she flies, wishes and dreams kept secreted away in her heart. 

She finds Pollen’s comb, and suddenly her wildest dreams have sprang to life. She is a superhero! She can stand beside Ladybug and Chat Noir, and everyone will love her and her parents will be proud, and maybe now they’ll stay…But Ladybug is mad, and everyone hates her, and she knows Mommy Mother is already disappointed. So she carves a wall of ice and frost around her heart, and wraps her thorned cloak tighter around herself.

And then a Miracle happens, and Ladybug forgives her, and adds her to the team permanently. And they reveal their identities, and she apologizes to Marinette and Adrien because she knows she was wrong, and they give her a second chance. 

And her heart is racing and she can’t hear properly because the only thing she can understand now is the simple thought running through her brain over and over.

Permanently? They’re staying? I’m staying? They won’t leave me..?

And they are a family now, and she is loved, and there is Kagami, looking at her with that knowing glint in those deep brown eyes, reaching over to pull her into the warmth of her arms, and finally, finally, that empty space is full again. 

---

She saw the familiar darkness of her closed eyelids again, signaling the mind search was over, but she kept them shut for a moment longer, savoring the memories, the love. Only, she didn’t need to savor them, she remembered, because they were right here.

And so she opened her eyes, and saw her friends standing right there, arms already outstretched to pull her into their comforting embrace. Grinning, she let two sparkling tears roll down her cheeks. Only two, for the childhood she never fully had, and the family she finally found. 

Kagami was a creature of discipline, and as she closed her eyes, she willed her breath to stay even, her heart to continue its pulse, and her hands to remain steady. 

---

“Again!” Her mother’s harsh demand cracked through the air like a whip, sending ice skittering down her spine. Her face stung from where it had scraped on the concrete, it’s cold temperature soothing her scratched skin. Her arms trembled, refusing to bear her weight as she struggled to push herself up in time to block the next blow from her mother’s boken. With a grunt, she parried and thrust, only to fall flat on her back with a grunt.

“Again!”

A whirl of movement, then her knee screamed with pain-

“Again!”

She stood on shaky feet, raising her foil, only to get knocked down seconds later.

“Again!”

“Again!”

“Again!”

So she rose, and she fell, and she rose again.

Nothing she gave was ever enough. She bled, and she cried, and she worked herself to collapse, only to be rewarded with another training session, harsher criticism, and higher standards for her to meet. Nothing she did was ever enough. She was weighed down by the expectations of her mother.

And then she met Adrien, and she knew they were only forced together for their parent’s benefit, but how she longed for his love. For any love.

So she told herself she loved him, and he loved her, ignoring how she felt nothing as she looked into his eyes. She knew she was stubborn, and had a tendency to do things on her own, but even after she messed up as Ryuko Ladybug gave her a second chance.

It was...surprising to say the least. She had expected a scolding, and harsh, cutting, words, but instead she had revived another try, and words of encouragement. She felt a smile tug her lips upward, as she stood and charged into battle. And then, to her surprise, she was given a permanent place on her team. They never expected her to work herself to exhaustion, they accepted what she gave, only pushing her gently. And it was after their identity reveal, when they were talking about romance, and crushes, and that sort of thing did she realize she wasn’t messed up.

“Well, I’m totally bi,” Marinette giggled from where she lounged on a nearby chaise.

“Really? Nice. I’m lesbian as fuck.” Chloé spoke as she braided her hair.

“Ay, it’s a fellow gay!” Luka called from his seat on the floor.

“Aro and Demiace over here my people!” Adrien exclaimed, throwing up peace signs.

“Lesbian? Bi? What do those mean?” Kagami asked from her perch on the bed.

“Oh! Well bisexual is basically me liking men and women, lesbian means you’re a woman that only likes women, gay is a man that only likes men, and aromantic means you feel no romantic attraction towards someone, and demisexual means you need to form a strong emotional connection with someone before experiencing sexual attraction.” Marinette explained.

“Oh,” Kagami frowned in thought. “So it’s not..bad to like other women?” 

“Of course not!” Chloé exclaimed, looking scandalized at the thought.

Her friends had taken it well.

Her mother, however, did not. Although most Japanese were okay with homosexuality, Tomoe Tsurugi wanted a biological heir to continue their bloodline.

“You’re just confused, Kagami. This is why I don’t like you spending time with those friends of yours. They talk about all these things, and suddenly you start thinking that you are like...that. Stop this foolishness at once.”

She hadn’t raised her voice, but the disdain was clear in her tone. And with those words, the fragile shell of joy she had built around herself shattered in the face of rejection.

She opened her eyes, feeling as though someone had reopened her scars and left the wounds bare and bleeding on display.

Her eyes were dry, and the salt of tears was not present on her lips, but she felt bad though she had cried for hours. With a small shudder, she grabbed Chloé’s hand and allowed herself to be pulled into a warm embrace.

And then it was Luka’s turn, and there was no hint of nervousness on his face as he closed his eyes.

---

Scenes burst to life behind his eyelids in a flash of color and sound. He was five again, creeping down the hallway on their boat in the direction of the muffled sobbing emanating from his mother’s cabin. “Maman?” He questions uncertainly, pushing open the door and allowing a thin ray of light to shine on his mother’s tear-streaked face. “Maman are you okay?”

Anarka’s head jerked up at his voice, hands coming up to wipe at her cheeks.“I’m fine, baby. Mama’s just feeling a little sad today. Why don’t you go play with Jules, huh?”

“Okay Maman. I love you!” He walks back to his room on small feet, knowing even then, that his mother’s sadness stemmed from larger problems. Six years old and he still struggles with speaking to other kids. Miss Adeline says he’s just shy, but he isn’t. It’s just hard to find the right words to use. 

So he uses music to speak, and in every strum of his guitar there is a word; in every measure, a sentence; every song is an expression, an exclamation, a lament, that conveys more than words ever could.

He still struggles with the words sometimes, and he focuses on all his friends too much, so sometimes he forgets to focus on himself. But that’s okay, because everyone tells him to be empathetic, and put other people’s needs before his own, so that’s what he does.

And then Ladybug asks him to be Viperion, and he can’t say no. So he accepts, and watches time and time again as his friends and family die before his very eyes, bodies slack, eyes unseeing, blood everywhere. But he knows she can’t bear this burden alone, so he keeps marching on. 

And on.

And on.

He opens his eyes to the still-haunted faces of his friends, looking at him with concern.

He gives them a smile to assure them he is fine, he is not and then turns to Martian Manhunter with a polite expression on his face. “Now that we’re all cleared, what’s next?”

---

@laurcad123, @liquid-luck-00, @toodaloo-kangaroo, @stainedglassm

[ptergwen]

love you the same

warnings: nah we’re good

summary: coming out to peter (bi!reader)

a/n: hi guys i’m so so so sorry for being ia i just didn’t feel comfy posting for a little while with everything going on. i might dip again but don’t forget to keep signing petitions and speaking up however you can! also HAPPY PRIDE YAYYYY this one’s for my fellow bi disasters <3

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your heart is beating faster every second. you feel so nauseous that you can’t breathe right. you’re overwhelmed and terrified for what’s about to happen. it shouldn’t have to be so hard, hell you shouldn’t have to do it in the first place.

the idea that loving who you love needs a big announcement has never sat right with you. it’s not like there’s a default setting on every human being’s sexuality. nobody chooses who they are or aren’t attracted to. still, you want to do it. you’re tired of keeping all of this to yourself.

today is the day you’re ready to come out as bisexual. the first person you’re starting with will be peter. not your family, none of your other friends, but peter. you honestly trust him the most, and he’s always supported you through everything. you’re just not sure how he’s going to react.

obviously peter won’t be against it in any way. he’s not like that, actually far from it. what you’re afraid of is him seeing you differently. you’ve known each other since kindergarten. you used to do all that cheesy stuff like taking baths together. is this going to make him go back and analyze every second he’s spent with you for the last ten years? you’re about to find out.

you’ve been waiting at the door literally since he texted he was his way over. you open it after the first knock to reveal a surprised peter.

“someone’s excited to see me.” he wiggles his eyebrows, sidestepping past you to get inside. you shut the door behind him while he kicks off his shoes. “or maybe you’re not the only one with a tingle,” you joke. “reminds me of something that happened on patrol last night. you gotta hear this. i was-“ “can we talk about it in my room?”

you don’t mean to be abrupt, but you feel like getting this over with already. standing around and putting off the conversation is making it so much scarier. patrol updates will have to be postponed.

“um, yeah. sure. whatever you want.” he gives you a quick nod. without saying anything else, you take peter’s hand and lead him down the hallway. you let go once you get to your room. peter closes your door with a worried look as you gather your thoughts.

“why... are you in a rush or something?” he eyes you nervously. “i didn’t even get to say hi to your mom.” “she’s in her room doing work, so it’s fine. come sit.” you turn to him, pointing at your bed. peter takes the spot in front of where you’re standing. he’s making his signature puppy dog eyes up at you, and it’s so hard to get your words out. you inhale a deep breath.

now that you’re really doing this, you wish you’d made a plan earlier. there’s no right way to come out, but you feel like you’ll be the first person who manages to do it wrong. plus, you’re two kids with anxiety. neither of you wants to talk first.

“what’s going on, y/n/n?” peter finally breaks the silence, tilting his head to the side. “i wanna tell you something. i’m just not sure how because i’ve never said it before.” you twiddle your thumbs as a distraction. you’ve suddenly become very interested in the floor. peter takes one of your hands in his and squeezes it softly, willing you to look up again.

“whatever it is, just take your time. it’s okay.” “okay. thank you.” you squeeze his hand back with a nod.

this is exactly why you felt comfortable talking about this with peter in the first place. he’s so patient with you, and his little bit of encouragement reminded you that you’re making the right decision. you end up sitting down on your bed across from peter. he holds out his other hand for you, and you grab it.

“i don’t want what i’m gonna say to change anything between us, in a good or bad way. i’ll still be the same person. please don’t get freaked out.” you widen your eyes at him to stress your point. half smiling, peter moves both of your hands to rest in his lap. “we’re way past that. you know i’m not going anywhere.”

you find yourself laughing for the first time today. he truly has been by your side forever. every weird phase you’ve had, your family drama, and all the messed up stuff that’s happened along the way hasn’t scared him off. why would you liking girls be the thing to do it?

“true. i think i’m ready for real.” “then i am, too.” you play with his fingers like you were just doing with your own to keep yourself calm. “so, everybody knows i like boys. i talk about it all the time. i’ve told you my crushes.” peter nods so you know he understands. you let him sit with that for a few seconds before you continue.

“those weren’t all of them. that’s because some were girls. what i’m trying to say is, i like boys and girls. i’m bisexual.”

peter’s listening face changes into a huge grin. you hesitate, but raise your eyebrows at him to silently ask what that means. he throws his arms around you in a hug that’s so tight you almost fall over. you hug him back with your head on his shoulder and laugh in shock at his reaction. whatever you were expecting, it definitely wasn’t on this level. you’re enjoying it anyway.

“i’m so proud of you, y/n,” peter says into your ear, then pulls back and grabs your hands again. “that’s cool.” “it is? you’re not, like, rethinking our friendship?” he lets out a breath. “no, and you’re still the same y/n to me. i love you the same way i did before. promise.” “i love you, pete. a lot.” you wind your arms around his neck for another hug. he holds you close to his chest, smiling down at you.

“i’ve kinda had a feeling you were into girls for a while now.” your mouths drops open. “what? no you didn’t.” “i one hundred percent did. it wasn’t just a tingle, either. i have solid proof.” you cross your arms playfully. peter just shrugs like it’s nothing. “let me hear it because i thought i was pretty good at not giving myself away.”

“oh my god, no. there was that time when i caught you checking out liz and you said you were ‘doing research’ for me. you have a whole album in your camera roll dedicated to hot women. should i keep going?” you cover your face with your hands, peter laughing.

“no! that’s literally so embarrassing. also, how do you know about the hot women thing?” peter elbows your arm. “be more selective with who you give your password to.”

“you’re so annoying. but now that you mentioned it, wanna go through it together?” “i was waiting for you to ask.”

[dickspeightjrs]

Show Me How Big Your Brave Is (au / 4.8k words)

Prompt 17 from my ‘30 Destiel Prompts’ for @eccentriccas 

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It stared at Dean from the fridge, tacked up by a Stanford University magnet gifted to Dean by his brother, Sam. 

He’d known his high school reunion was coming up at some point but seeing it embossed in gold lettering created a pit in his stomach. 

High school wasn’t the best time for Dean for a few reasons. First, his dad had died in freshman year, which Dean had had mixed feelings about if he was honest. He was mostly concerned about his mother. She didn’t take it well. And then there was-

Dean was torn from his stare down with the invitation by the door bell. He trudged over to answer it.  His best friend, Charlie, came bounding in with all the energy of a labrador puppy. 

“Hey, friend!” She exclaimed, pulling Dean into a tight hug. “Are you ready for our movie night?” 

Dean let himself be infected with Charlie’s excited energy. “Of course, dude! Give me superheroes in spandex already.” He laughed. 

“You go set up the first movie and I’ll put the beers in the fridge, okay?” Charlie instructed. 

“Sounds good, Bradbury.”

Dean lucked out when he’d met Charlie. They’d been assigned as roommates in college. There had been a mix up with the room allocations. Dean had been a little confused when he’d turned from his boxes to find a tiny red-head standing in the doorway of his dorm. 

Charlie had taken a step into the room, let her backpack fall to the floor, and said, “Don’t even think about trying anything. I’m gay as the day is long and I’m not afraid to punch a guy back into his place.” Dean hadn’t known how to reply so he’d just nodded and silently gone back to unpacking his things. 

It was when Charlie had put up a Star Wars poster above her bed that Dean knew he was about to make a best friend. 

“Ooh what’s this?” Charlie’s voice came from the kitchen.

Crap. Charlie had probably found the invite. He should have hidden it when he had the chance. He sighed and moved into the kitchen. 

Charlie had an extremely mischievous grin on her face, and that was saying something for her. 

“When were you going to tell me about this?” Charlie asked. 

“Urm, never?” Dean mumbled, reaching to snatch the paper out of Charlie’s hand. 

But Charlie was too quick and dodged Dean’s grasp. 

“Come on Dean. You have to go!” Charlie implored. “It’ll be fun!”

Dean gave his friend an unimpressed look. “Charlie you know how much I hated high school.”

Charlie’s face softened. “I know, it sucks that you got outed before you were ready. No one deserves that. But, it’s been ten years. Things have changed.”

“You don’t know the people I went to high school with.” Dean scoffed. 

Charlie rolled her eyes. “Stop being dramatic, you nerd.”

“Dramatic or not, I ain’t going.” Dean plucked the invite out of Charlie’s hand and tore it in two. 

Charlie stuck her tongue out at him. “Party pooper.”

*  *  *

A few hours later, Dean and Charlie were deep into their annual ‘NerdFest’ movie night. 

“I swear, if I didn’t bat for the best team, I’d be so down for a bit of Black Wing.” Charlie mumbled around a mouth full of popcorn. 

Dean couldn’t help but nod in agreement. Aside from Captain America (because, hello Chris Evans!), Black Wing was Dean’s favourite superhero. But he’d only appeared in ensemble movies. There had been rumours of him getting his own solo movie after fans online had campaigned for it but nothing ever seemed to come of it. The guy who played him seemed to just drop off the map. 

Shame, Dean thought as he watched Black Wing kick ass on-screen, that dude was hot! 

“Take someone like that to your high school reunion and it would make those dicks’ jaws drop.” 

“Drop it, Charlie.” Dean groaned, glaring at the red-head. 

“Just saying. Get a hot date and you’ll win the game of life in their eyes.” Charlie raised her hands in defence. 

“Noted. Let’s move on.” 

“Fine.” Charlie pouted. 

Dean nodded and turned back to watch the screen, content that the subject had been dropped. 

“OH MY GOD!”

Dean jumped out of his skin, sending popcorn flying through the air. “What the hell, Bradbury?” He exclaimed. 

Charlie started excitedly slapping Dean on the arm. “I have the best idea.” She practically squealed. “Put an ad up on Craigslist for a hot date.”

Dean’s eyes went wide. “No fucking way. Never happening. Now stop.”

“But-”

“No!”

Charlie sulked for the next half an hour, all through the iconic fight scene with Black Wing and his fellow team of superheroes. She stopped eventually after Dean offered her a piece of pie as a peace offering. 

*  *  *

After a couple more movies, Charlie had to leave. Apparently, being an adult meant that you can’t just spend all night watching with your best friend anymore - who knew? So with a ‘see ya later bitch’, Charlie was gone. 

Dean felt the aches from being sat on the couch for hours and he was looking forward to laying out on his bed for a good night’s sleep. 

He sighed to himself and tidied up the last remains of the movie snacks. He was ready for sleep but he had to work early in the morning and he wouldn’t have time to clean up before he left. 

Shuffling into the kitchen to put the rubbish in the trash, Dean spotted his reunion invite where he left it on the counter. Except, it wasn’t ripped in two like he’d left it. It had ‘mysteriously’ been taped back together. He dragged a tired hand down his face in exasperation. Charlie just didn’t know when to quit. She was the bratty little sister he never wanted. 

He plonked himself down on the chair at the counter and stared at the white paper for a few moments. 

Fuck it! 

Charlie was right (though he’d never admit it to her face). He was determined to prove to the assholes he went to school with that the shit they threw at him didn’t stick. It didn’t matter that Dean didn’t really believe it to be the truth,’ fake it til ya make it’ as they say. 

Before he could chicken out, Dean had Craigslist opened up on his phone. Thinking back to Charlie’s suggestion earlier, Dean decided against asking specifically for a ‘hot’ guy. He dreaded to think what kind of douchebags that would answer the ad proclaiming themselves to be an adonis. 

And, despite knowing since he was young that he was bisexual, he decided to aim the ad towards guys. His few relationships with women had never worked out. Even though this was all going to be fake, Dean would like to be able to at least get on with the person. 

In the end, he decided on a short and simple ad:

‘Hi, I’m Dean (28M) looking for a guy to take as my date to my stupid high school reunion next Saturday. Message if interested (no weirdos)’

He posted the ad and then spotted the time at the top of the screen. 

Midnight. Shit. 

He closed the website and dashed upstairs as fast as his tired legs could carry him. 

*  *  * 

The next morning, Dean got woken up by the feel of sunlight shining on his face. He must have forgotten to shut the curtains before he passed out last night. 

His blood ran cold when he realised that the sun shining on his face meant only one thing. He was late for work. He scrambled around looking for his phone to check the time but it was nowhere to be found. 

Suddenly, it came to him. He must have left his phone on the counter in the kitchen, meaning he didn’t hear his alarms going off. 

He cursed himself and sped to get ready. Quickly sniffing a shirt to check it was okay to wear, he got dressed and raced downstairs. Sure enough, his phone was sat on the table where he'd sat the night before. 

When he picked it up he found that it had also run out of battery overnight. 

Great. As if this day couldn’t get any worse. 

Forgetting all else on his mind, Dean grabbed his phone and dash out of the front door. 

*  *  *

The ad remained forgotten until a few days later. 

Dean was just about to sit down and relax with a beer when his phone lit up with a notification. He put his beer down on a coaster to check it out. 

It was a message from Craigslist telling him someone has been trying to contact him about his ad. 

Dean’s eyes went wide. He’d completely forgotten about the ad for a date after being late for work and being chewed out by his boss. He couldn't believe someone had actually responded. He looked at the date for the first message. This guy had contacted him like an hour after he’d posted the ad. 

He opened the message. 

(01:28) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: Hello. I saw your ad for a date to your reunion. It says I’m only 10 miles from your location. I’m interested in helping you out. Are you still in need of assistance?

(10:11) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: I assume, as you haven’t replied, that you’ve decided to go with someone else for your date. 

(11:20) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: On second thought, this ad was probably a joke. Please ignore my messages. 

Wow. This dude talked funny. And reading that last message, Dean felt a little sorry for the guy too. He seemed lonely. But beggars can’t be choosers, so Dean prepared to reply. 

As he went to type, he noticed the guy’s username and smiled to himself. 

(19:37) impala67 says: don’t worry dude! the position as my date is still open. you’re the only one who has responded. 

PS. I like your username. you a Black Wing fan too? 

The reply was almost immediate.

(19:41) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: Okay. What information do you need from me?

PS. You could say so. 

‘You could say so’? Was this guy purposefully trying to be mysterious? Either way, Dean was intrigued. 

(19:45) impala67 says: idk dude, just the basics I guess. how old u are, what u look like

(19:53) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: I’m 30 years old. I have blue eyes and dark hair. I’m 6 feet tall. Anything else?

Dean hummed to himself. The guy sounded pretty average, which was okay with him.

(19:55) impala67 says: nah, that’s awesome dude. anything you want to know? 

(19:58) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: I suppose it would be nice to know what you look like too. Also, if you don’t mind me prying, I wondered why you need to have a date for a school reunion. And why have you turned to Craigslist to find it?

Dean was set aback by this guy’s forwardness. But, he did have a right to know what he was getting into Dean supposed. 

(20:05) impala67 says: you already know I’m 28. I have green eyes. sort of light brown hair and i’m around 6’2”. as for the other shit. high school was a shit show. I’ve always been a bit nerdy i guess. people didn’t like it. then I realised I’m bi (hope that’s not a deal break btw). tried asking this guy out senior year. got outed to the whole school. got a lot of shit for it. 

(20:11) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: I’m sorry to hear that happened to you. No one deserves that. Why do you want to go back? No one would blame you for leaving and never going back. (Again, if you don’t mind me asking.)

Dean blinked at the screen. His forgotten beer was getting warm but he was fascinated by this guy. He seemed genuine and Dean felt himself wanting to share the darkest parts of himself with a complete stranger. He sighed and typed. 

(20:20) impala67 says: I guess I want to prove to those assholes that the things they said didn’t affect my life. even tho that’s not always the truth. I still struggle to accept myself i guess.

Dean chewed his lip, debating whether to include that last line or not. But, hey, he was asking this dude to be his date, the least he could do was be honest with him. He pressed send. 

Blue Eyes didn’t reply instantly this time and it made Dean nervous. He wished he could take back the last bit of the message. 

After a few anxious moments, Blue Eyes still hadn’t replied so Dean gave up, figuring he’d scared the guy away. He cursed himself and moved to put his Doctor Sexy DVDs into the player. He’d never admit it to anyone, not even Charlie, but Doctor Sexy was his comfort show. It provided him with a much needed distraction. 

A couple hours later, Dean was beginning to doze. The extra few beers he’d had cushioned him into a deep sleep. 

When he woke, surrounded by darkness with only the DVD menu playing to no one lighting the room, Dean rubbed his face tiredly and went to check his phone for the time. 

Instead of looking at the clock, Dean’s eyes were distracted by the Craigslist notification. Blue Eyes had messaged him back! Feeling a little foolish that he’d reacted too quickly before, Dean opened the message.

(23:23) BlueEyesAndBlackWings says: You’re incredibly brave, Dean. Not many people would be able to do what you’re doing. 

Dean blushed in the darkness. Why were a random internet dude’s words affecting him so much? He didn’t really know what to say in response so he just sent a quick ‘thank you, dude.’

*  *  * 

Over the next few days leading up to the reunion, Dean carried on messaging Blue Eyes just to get to know him a little more. Turns out the dude is dorky as hell. And, despite the original impression he gave with the Black Wing username, the guy didn’t understand any of Dean’s other references. 

It had occurred to him after they’d been messaging for a while that Dean still didn’t know his name. 

When he confronted Blue Eyes about it, the man had taken a while to respond again and answered only with ‘I’d rather not disclose my full name at this time. But, you can call me C.’

Dean had been a little skeptical of the guy’s response at first. But then, he figured the worst case scenario was the guy turned out to be a catfish and Dean would just blow off the reunion altogether and go get drunk. And he couldn’t blame the guy for not wanting to give out personal details over Craigslist. 

The day before the reunion, they agreed it was probably best to meet somewhere a couple hours before so they had time to get to know each other in person and iron out the final details they’d need to know about each other. 

*  *  * 

Dean sat in the coffee shop they’d agreed to meet at (public and easy to escape if things went south). He tried to stop his leg from trembling under the table. 

He was nervous for a couple of reasons. The obvious: this guy could turn out to be a creepy old dude stalking men on the internet. And the less obvious but more surprising to Dean: he actually wanted this to go well. Without even knowing what he looked like, Dean had found himself beginning to like the guy. Even if he wasn’t attracted to him when he finally saw Blue Eyes, Dean would be cool with being friends with him. 

His eyes were following the patterns in the wood on the table top when a deep voice came from above him. 

“Dean?” It asked, with nervous uncertainty. 

Dean swallowed and looked up to the source of the voice and- 

Holy shit! 

It was him! It was the Black Wing!

What was the guy’s name? Cas- something? Castile? Casteel? Castiel! That was it!

Holy fucking shit! This couldn’t be happening. 

Dean realised he’d been staring wide-eyed during his internal freak out and Blue Eyes, Castiel, was stood looking as nervous as Dean had felt before the surprise adrenaline took over his body. 

“Sorry, dude. Please sit down.” Dean gestured to the chair opposite him. He wiped his hands on his jeans, nerves starting to take over once again. 

Neither man spoke for a few moments. 

“So I-” Castiel began.

“I don’t-” Dean spoke too. 

Both men chuckled. “You go,” Dean told Castiel. 

Castiel smiled softly, “I suppose, from your reaction, you know who I am.”

Dean blushed. “Yeah. For what it’s worth, I’m a big fan.” He scratched the back of his head awkwardly. 

Now Castiel blushed, “Thank you, Dean.” His expression turned serious. “I hope you understand now why I didn’t give you my full name while we spoke online.”

“Yeah, of course, dude. Don’t want any crazies hunting you down.” Dean chuckled. 

Castiel chuckled with him. “Yes, something like that.”

“So, um, before we get into the details for later, I was wondering if I could ask you a question?”

“Of course, Dean. You were honest with me, it’s only fair I return the favour.” Castiel smiled. 

“It’s only because I watched one of your movies the other night with my best friend, Charlie-” who was totally gonna freak out when Dean told her about this “-but wasn’t there meant to be a solo Black Wing movie? Everyone in the fandom was talking about it and then suddenly you seemed to disappear. I guess, I’m just wondering why you changed your mind?” Dean asked, nervously. He was waiting for Castiel to tell him to go fuck himself (though Dean knew that Castiel wasn’t really that kinda guy). 

Castiel cleared his throat and met Dean’s eyes. “We were just about to go into production for the solo movie when my brother and his wife were killed in a head-on collision with a truck.”

Dean’s mouth dropped open. But, he could sense Castiel hadn’t finished so he stayed quiet. 

“The only blessing was that it was instant, so they didn’t suffer. That, and luckily their daughter, Claire, was at the babysitter’s at the time.” Castiel smiled, melancholy whispers gracing his features. 

Dean knew he barely knew the guy but he could sense when someone needed comfort so he reached across the table to place a soft touch on Castiel’s hand. 

“I took Claire into my care. And that ended my career as I knew it.” Castiel shrugged. “I was deeply disappointed to have to leave the movie, but Claire came first. And I didn’t want her to grow up in the spotlight, with people using her parents’ tragic death as a way to sell magazines. So I left the industry. That was three years ago and I haven’t looked back. Claire is five now and she’s all I could ever want.” 

Dean was awestruck. “Wow.” He breathed. “I can’t believe it.”

“What?” Castiel asked, head tilting in confusion. (If the situation wasn’t so serious, Dean would have struggled not to comment on how adorable he looked.) 

“Dude.” Dean choked. “You called me brave for wanting to face a coupla high school assholes. But you - you gave up your entire career to give the best life to your niece.” He shook his head in disbelief. “You’re amazing.” 

Castiel blushed again (and Dean found he was slowly falling in love with that look on Castiel’s face). “I don’t know that I’m amazing, I just want a normal life for Claire and I.” He shrugged. 

“A normal life, huh?” Dean asked. “Well, I can try and help with that.” He lifted his hand from where it had been placed on Castiel’s and held it in the air between them. “I’m Dean Winchester. I’m twenty eight. A bit of a nerd and in need of a date this evening.”

Castiel huffed a laugh and placed his hand in Dean’s, shaking it. “I’m Castiel Novak. I’m thirty. Uncle to a beautiful niece and I would be honoured if you’d let me be your date for this evening.” 

Dean’s face broke into a smile, which turned into a laugh that caused a smile to spread across Castiel’s cheeks. 

They let their hands settle naturally on top of the table. 

Now, with their barriers down, they began making plans and ideas for that evening. Though, if Dean were being honest, it felt like he’d known Castiel forever already. 

Eventually, after what felt like hours of talking, Castiel got up to finally get himself a coffee. It wasn’t until Castiel’s hand left his that Dean realised they’d been holding onto each other the whole time. 

*  *  *

Dean and Castiel ended up talking for so long in that coffee shop that they were late for the reunion. The party was in full swing when they arrived. 

Just before they entered the hall, Dean stopped in his tracks. 

“What’s wrong, Dean?” Castiel asked, worry etched into his features. 

“Are you sure about this, man? There’s a chance someone in there could recognise you or something. It’s not worth ruining your life plan over just for me to say ‘fuck you’ to a couple of dicks.” Dean stressed. 

Castiel reached to take Dean’s hand in his. “Some things are worth a little risk.” He whispered and walked with Dean through the hall doors. 

It seemed Dean had had nothing to worry about in the end. They’d spoken to a few people who had seemed genuinely interested in that Dean had been up to since graduation. And they barely batted an eye when he’d introduced Castiel as his boyfriend. (He’d meant to just call him his date but clearly his mouth had had other ideas.) Castiel himself had just placed a soft hand around Dean’s waist - stopping Dean from an internal panic. 

It was all going so well and Dean was starting to think Charlie had been right (again, damn her!). Maybe everyone had just grown up and moved on. 

Once they’d finished a conversation with the guy Dean sat next to in English class senior year, Castiel went to the bar to get them some drinks, whispering in Dean’s ear that he’d be back in a moment. Dean was a little sad Castiel hadn’t gone a bit further and placed a kiss on his cheek. 

“Well, well, if it isn’t Dean Winchester.” The voice of Bela Talbot came from behind him. Dean turned with a scowl on his face. 

“Hello, Bela.” He said through gritted teeth. She’d been one of the main people instrumental in his forced coming out. 

“Goodness me, Dean. If I’d known how pretty you’d turn out, maybe high school could have gone a lot differently.” She practically purred, running a perfectly manicured finger along Dean’s cheek bone. “But, hey, there’s still time now, I could be the one to knock you straight again.”

Dean was frozen to the spot. He was back to being a scared kid, dealing with the loss of a parent and being taunted daily for his sexuality. He knew he shouldn’t have done this. He wasn’t brave. He was pathetic. He couldn’t even stand up to a school bully ten years later.

“Excuse me.” Castiel appeared suddenly at Dean’s side. “What did you say to him?” The look on his face was nothing short of murderous. 

“I’m just getting reacquainted with an old friend.” Bela answered, sickly sweet. “And who are you?”

Castiel’s eyes narrowed. “I’m Dean’s boyfriend and I don’t appreciate the way you’re speaking to him.” 

Dean’s eyes went wide. Earlier it had been a slip when he’d called Castiel his boyfriend but now Castiel was purposefully saying it? Dean didn’t dare to hope. 

Bela laughed, causing Castiel to glare even harder (honestly, if looks could kill, she’d be in hell). “Ah! So he’s definitely still gay then.” She said, lip curling with distaste. 

“Not that it’s any of your business, but he’s bisexual, not gay. I’d tell you to educate yourself, but clearly, after ten years you’re still the same bitch you’ll always be.” 

Bela looked taken aback, like no one had ever spoken to her like that before. 

Castiel didn’t wait for her response. Instead, he grabbed Dean’s hand and stormed out of the building.

It wasn’t until the cool evening air hit his face, that Dean finally snapped back to himself. They’d ended up in the parking lot, stood next to Dean’s car. 

“Cas..” Dean breathed.

“I’m sorry, Dean.” Castiel said, begging for forgiveness. “I just couldn’t stand the way she was speaking to you.” 

“Cas-” Dean spoke. 

“She was just so rude a-and small-minded. I hated it.” 

“Cas!” Dean raised his voice. Castiel snapped his jaw shut. “It’s okay. Thank you for sticking up for me.” Dean stepped closer to Castiel, playing with the lapel on Castiel’s suit jacket. 

Castiel looked into Dean’s eyes but Dean couldn’t hold his gaze. “I’m just embarrassed that I froze up. After all of this, I failed at standing up for myself. I’m pathetic.” 

Castiel placed his hands on Dean’s cheeks, forcing Dean to look at him. Green eyes finally met blue. “Dean, listen to me. It was incredibly brave to walk into that room tonight. You are the bravest person I’ve ever met.” He said earnestly. 

Dean couldn’t hold it in anymore. He hoped he wasn’t about to ruin this before it even started. But, as a wise man told him recently: some things are worth a little risk.

Wasting no more time, Dean pulled Castiel into a deep kiss. 

Once Castiel was on board, he pushed Dean up against the car behind them. 

After a few heated moments, of what can only be described as heavy making out, Dean growled at Castiel to get into the car before they got arrested for public indecency. 

They somehow made it back to Dean’s house but their clothes only managed to stay on long enough to get through the front door. Dean directed them to his room and threw Castiel down on the bed. 

He took in the sight of the beautiful man laid out under him before kissing up Castiel’s chest and took over his mouth again. The only words said between them were muttered assurances that they were on the same page. Dean could never have dreamed this is how this night would end but he certainly wouldn’t change a thing. 

*  *  *

The next morning, Dean and Castiel laid in each other’s arms, content to be together in the quiet. 

Suddenly, a thought occurred to Dean. “What about your niece?” He worried. “Don’t you need to get back to her?” He sat up frantically. 

“Dean, Dean, don’t worry.” Castiel raised his hands to calm the other man. “I texted my babysitter yesterday at the coffee shop asking her to stay with Claire for the night.” 

Dean relaxed into the bed, smirking a little. “So you knew how the night would end even before we got to the reunion.” 

Castiel blushed. “I wouldn’t say I knew. But I did hope.”

Dean smiled, pulling Castiel closer to place a tender kiss on the side of his head. “I hoped for it too.” He whispered. 

They settled into silence again, warm in each other’s company. 

A short while passed before either of them spoke again. 

“Thank you, Dean.” Castiel murmured, breaking the quiet. 

“For what?” Dean frowned. 

“For thinking of Claire.” 

“Well, she’s important to you. She’s your whole world.” Dean shrugged. 

“Maybe my world could get a little bigger now.” Castiel suggested, smiling nervously up at Dean.”

“Yeah, I think it could.”

*  *  *

Later, as they dug into a couple of burgers Dean threw together, another thought crossed Dean’s mind. 

“Cas?”

“Hmm?” Castiel hummed around the burger in his mouth.

“Why were you looking through Craigslist ads in the first place?”

Castiel swallowed and chuckled to himself. “Sometimes I look through to find funny ads people put up.”

Dean was beginning to get a little offended when Castiel reached across the table to hold his hand. 

“But, the night that I saw your ad, I had just put Claire to bed and I was feeling lonely. I took a risk. And I think it worked.” Castiel smiled shyly. 

“Hell yeah, it did!” Dean grinned from ear to ear. 

*  *  *

Charlie’s phone vibrated next to her. She paused the video game she was playing to pick it up. Seeing it was a text from Dean, she opened it immediately. 

On her screen was a selfie of Dean with another dark haired dude captioned:

‘I should take your advice more often Bradbury.’

Her eyes turned to saucers and she looked at the image again more closely. She frowned slightly, looking at the man whose cheek Dean was kissing. 

Wait- That totally looked like-

Her phone dinged with a new message from Dean. 

‘And yes, it’s exactly who you think it is.’

HOLY FRIGGIN SHIT! 

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school spirit

summary: mj does the most disastrous thing a high schooler could possibly do: fall for a cheerleader

wc: 1781

MJ loathed going to school sports events. Well, loathed was a strong word. She strongly preferred not to waste three hours of her life by screaming and shouting with teens who were way too interested in people kicking balls around. MJ’s idea of a school sports event was probably wildly exaggerated as she had never actually been to one and relied on movies and rumors to create an idea of what they were like.

As much as Michelle hated going to school sports events, she caved and agreed to attend a football game with Ned and Peter (only because that was the only way they would agree to play Super Smash Bro’s at her house during the weekend). They dragged her excitedly to the football game and chose front row seats so they could be closer to the action. 

Michelle didn’t tell her friends that she brought a book with her so she could read it once they were distracted by the game. However, she didn’t expect to be the one who was the most distracted. 

When Michelle was about to take out her book to read once the football game started, her attention was caught by the cheerleaders cheering on the track. Normally, Michelle would have just rolled her eyes at their peppy facade but her eyes landed on you. 

You were one of the most enthusiastic cheerleaders as you always cheered the loudest and never faltered in front of an unimpressed crowd. Michelle watched in awe when you ran to the middle of the formation and the cheerleaders boosted you up to the top of the pyramid they formed. Waving your blue and yellow pom-poms, you shouted, “M-I-D-T-O-W-N! Go Midtown!” 

Your eyes met Michelle’s when you scanned the audience and when you saw her stunned expression, you gave her a wink before jumping down into the net formed by your fellow cheerleaders’ arms. Right at that moment, Ned and Peter turned towards Michelle to ask her if she wanted to get snacks with them and saw the blush spreading across her tan skin.

“Who’s that?” Michelle asked her friends as she watched you continue to chant a cheer with the other cheerleaders. 

“Whoa, Michelle. I think she’s the captain of the cheerleader team. She’s way out of your league,” Ned shook his head, chuckling when he saw the lovesick expression on your face.

“Do I look like I care?” MJ turned towards her friends with a deadpan expression on her face. Peter stifled a laugh behind his hand. “Fine. I’ll find out who she is without your help.”

Michelle watched you during the entire football game, making sure to look away when you glanced in her direction to seem disinterested. Once the football game was over, Michelle saw you and your friends head to the hot dog stand, so she bid a quick goodbye to Peter and Ned before walking to the hot dog stand. Ned honestly thought Michelle was going insane and called after her, reminding her that she shouldn’t be talking to you and she responded by flashing him the middle finger. 

While you were giggling about a joke with your friends next to the hot dog stand, Michelle walked up to you after taking a deep breath and mentally preparing herself.

“Hi! I’m Michelle. Uh, you’re really good at cheerleading. I just wanted to let you know that,” Michelle managed to speak without completely stuttering, which she was almost never able to do with complete strangers.

“Oh hi! I’m Y/n. Thank you so much for your compliment! I really appreciate it,” You grinned at Michelle and Michelle nearly fainted. She swore that your smile had the beauty of all the stars in the sky combined. Pointing to the book Michelle had tucked her arm, you asked, “Is that ‘Turtles All the Way Down’ by John Green? I love that book!”

Michelle is shocked by your remark and replies, “Really? Me too. I mean, obviously, since I’m reading it.”

“We should hang out sometime. You seem like a cool person,” You casually remarked as you took a sip out of your drink. Surprise was evident on your friends’ faces as they observed your strange behavior.

“Yeah! We should. You seem like a cool person too. Okay, um, see you around!” MJ quickly turned around and walked away with her hands in her pockets. She had no clue that you watched her as she left with a hopeful smile on your face. 

Michelle did end up seeing you a lot at school. You always waved to her, no matter who you were surrounded by. She waved back and you two shared a knowing smile. Peter and Ned were stunned when Michelle voluntarily asked them if they could go to a football game with her. At the football game, Michelle tried to work up the courage to talk to you again but when she saw that you were surrounded by more of your friends than last time, she decided against it.

Then, on Coming Out Day, Michelle had the opportunity to talk to you again. You officially came out as bisexual, which had shocked the entire school as no cheerleader had ever come out in the school’s history. Michelle saw you at your locker and decided to congratulate you.

“Hey Y/n! It’s me, Michelle. Congrats on coming out!” You broke into your classic smile when you saw Michelle standing behind you.

After you closed your locker, you gave Michelle a big hug. Michelle was stunned by your gesture so you explained once you pulled away. “Thank you for inspiring me to come out! Remember how you came out last year? That really helped me come out this year.”

“Oh, wow that’s so sweet! Thank you so much,” Michelle was taken aback by your reply. Nobody had ever told her that she had an impact on their life, much less hank her for coming out as a lesbian. 

“Of course!” You beamed back. The bell rang, initiating the passing period before fifth period. Reluctantly, you two broke apart and as you began walking to your next class, you waved, “See you!”

“Yeah!” Michelle replied before practically skipping to her next class, joy overflowing in her heart. Her next class was geometry, a class that she despised being in and often slept in. But because of her interaction with you, Michelle was wide awake in her class and grinning while she doodled hearts in her notebook. Peter and Ned exchanged concerned glances, weirded out by MJ’s enthusiastic behavior; they figured it was because of you.

A few days later, you and MJ met in the parking lot of the school. Michelle was just about to drive home when she noticed you were standing by your car with your phone pressed against your ear, looking very distressed.

“Hey, are you okay?” Michelle asked carefully, approaching your car. You sighed, putting your phone down as you turned towards her. 

“Yeah, but my car isn’t. The insurance company is coming and my sister promised to handle all the technical stuff since insurance will probably get here around the time her rehearsal ends. I just need a ride home.”

Without thinking, Michelle offered, “I can give you a ride home if you’d like.”

“Really?” Your eyes lit up with hope upon hearing her offer and when Michelle nodded in confirmation, you threw your arms around her in a tight embrace. This was the second time you had hugged her this week and if you kept giving her hugs, Michelle was going to melt into a puddle. “Thank you so much, Michelle!”

“You can call me MJ,” Michelle grinned as she opened the door to the passenger's seat for you.

“I like your nickname. It’s so cute! Thank you, MJ,” You smile in response and Michelle nearly drops her car keys due to the overload of emotions she experiences from your simple response. When MJ drives you home, you decide to have a conversation about the book ‘Turtles All the Way Down’ with her. From this conversation, you found out that you and MJ had a very similar taste in books. Who would have ever thought that the cheer captain and a lonely bookworm could have so much in common? 

Once MJ arrives at your house, she commented, “Your house is actually really close to mine. We live, like, one block away from each other.”

This sparked an idea and you took out a post-it note from your backpack and explained as you scribbled something down with sharpie, “In that case, here’s my number. I owe you a ride sometime since you gave me one today. Thank you so much again!”

MJ watched as you grabbed your backpack and bag of cheerleading gear before walking back to your house. Watching you disappear into your house, Michelle finally realized that she was developing a giant crush on you,

With the homecoming dance approaching, the majority of students were concerned about who they were going with. Michelle didn’t expect anybody to ask her and she wasn’t going to ask anybody out either, even though she desperately wanted to you out. 

That was until Ned ran up to you during lunch with an excited expression. “There are rumors that Y/n is turning down all offers to go to homecoming, from both boys and girls. People think it’s because she’s planning on asking somebody out to homecoming.”

Suddenly, you felt a surge of hope. What if the person you were planning on asking out was Michelle? Ever since Coming Out Day and the day Michelle gave you a ride home, Michelle’s relationship with you had been shifting slowly but surely. Michelle went to every single football game just so she could cheer you on and watch your routines. You talked with her after each football game and often times, Michelle would give you a ride home and playfully tease you about your pom-poms.

At the last football game before homecoming, Michelle was supporting you in the crowd as usual and there was an abrupt shift from the usual routines as the song changed from an upbeat, dance song to a slightly slower, romantic song. Your cheer teammates surrounded you and hoisted you up in a pyramid as you held up a sign that said, “MJ, Hoco with me?”

All eyes in the crowd turned away from the game and towards MJ as she clasped her hands over her mouth in shock. There’s only one extra second of hesitation before Michelle removed her hands from her mouth and cries, “Yes!”

This is how Michelle ended up never missing another school football game in her entire high school career.

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Supernatural Crack🩹tober

Day 6: Bi Bi Bi - Generations

1957

           Henry asks him to detail his encounter, again. “I – I didn’t have my, uh… my pen.” He shakes it, awkwardly chuckling.

           The other man – Paul – whistles a sad note at having to repeat his story but does so anyway. “Like I said, I was minding my business – taking a walk through the park…”

           Nodding, Henry scribbles over the little notepad what he should have been writing from the start. If he hadn’t been distracted. By disheveled hair, five o’clock shadows, blue eyes and broad shoulders under a too-tight t-shirt. Paul describes his encounter with the shifter in full detail. Henry barely collects enough information for his investigation. When their meeting ends, Paul ushering him out the door, Henry almost cries in relief. Still, there’s a routine to this. Rules he, a Men of Letters, must follow.

           “If you see anything else,” Henry says, handing Paul a business card, “you can reach me, here.”

           Not really. Henry rarely spends time in the Bunker, unlike his fellow colleagues who skulk around like the very ghosts they study. They’d more than likely answer the phone. Why he told Paul that, he cannot explain. Neither the rush Henry felt when Paul grabbed the card, and for a few scant seconds, they both held it. Thumbs inches apart from one another. Until Henry let go, stepping past the threshold and breathing deep from clean air not tainted by aftershave and loose cigarettes. Confusion flies from his mind like the birds overhead in the sky. Cawing while he walked the short distance from Paul’s trailer towards his car.

           That’s all he would need. A simple trek would send those queer thoughts heavenward, never to bother him again. Paul’s face stayed with him, though, when he entered the car. How his lips moved when asking simple questions, like if he wanted a drink. His fingers on the bottle while he poured, somehow maintaining eye contact with him. That damned business card.

           Henry tightens his grip on the steering wheel, shuddering as it all replays in his mind, frame by frame through his mental projector.

           Luckily, pinned on the rearview, was a picture of his beloved. Millie. Smiling like a ray of sunshine, parting those awful clouds. She gives him strength, and with one final push, shoves those thoughts far away. Paul’s strong fingers were replaced with her delicate ones, and the only lip he thinks about is her soft, pink ones. Her face is all he ever needs. With Millie, he can overpower any temptation.

           “And that’s normal,” he mutters, starting the engine, “we all have temptations… as long as I never give in.”

           On the roads, it’s hard. But that’s why, wherever he goes, he carries a piece of Millie with him. To make it easy.

1989

           John wakes up with a sharp knife cleaving his head in twain, and a dull ache low near his stomach. Gurgling, he rubs a tired hand through his hair. Blocks intrusive sun rays with a calloused paw, mumbling all the while about extinguishing the sun.

           “Yeah,” someone chuckles nearby, sheets rustling as he moves. A heavy arm wraps around him. “The sun’s a fuckin’ loser.”

           Despite the monster-sized hangover he nurses, John sprung from the bed. “What the –“ He bites hard on his tongue, enough to draw blood, as he fully takes in the bed’s other occupant. Bronzed skin, chestnut hair fanning out behind him on the pillow. Bloodshot, blue eyes squinting up at him. Chest bare, the rest thankfully hidden under the blanket. But judging by his own state, and that of the room with clothes strung about, he saw enough. Blissfully forgotten, lost when he sobered.

           “Hey,” the stranger drawls, sitting. Watching John with a furrowed brow. “What’s wrong?”

           He twitches, telegraphing his next moves with blaring sirens. John barks a quick order, “No!” in time, startling the other back into bed.

           “What?”

           “No,” he continues, growling. Reaching for a pair of pants, one leg inside. “No, you… you stay there –“

           “What?” he says again, angrier, “John, what the hell is going –“

           “No!” he roars, whipping around. Jeans still unbuttoned, unzippered. “Do not address me, you –“ Like a gunshot, he hurls the insult and watches all the life drain from the other man. Paler than earlier, his lips thin. “I am going to get dressed,” John says, shoulders quaking with rage. At the stranger. At himself. At what happened last night. “And I will leave. You will wait exactly ten minutes. Not nine, not eleven – ten. After that you can do whatever the hell you want as long as we never see each other again. Because if we do I…” John advances, snagging his button down on the way. Strangles the fabric in his grip. “I promise you will not like it.”

           Learning from his earlier missteps, the stranger wordlessly nods, drawing up the covers around his waist.

           “Good.”

           He throws the shirt on, hastily buttoning it. Tucks it into his now-fastened pants, and finds his stained jacket. Then, he grabs his shoes. Exiting barefoot, no care to waste time putting them on. More important that he create distance between him and his mistake.

           It won’t be far. First, he notices his Baby. Parked haphazardly but in one piece. The relief that ballooned in his chest bursts as his gaze trails from that towards the overhead motel sign. A familiar one. The same he saw when driving in three weeks ago, checking in while he skulked about for hunts.

           John looks behind him, at the room he left. Even in a stupor, he found a room on the other side. Far from his kids, his secret safe another day. He slams a boot against his head, ringing increasing from the blow. “Stupid, stupid…” he mutters, walking, “You promised… after the last time, you promised -!”

           This happened before. More than the standard one time – because every boy practiced kissing with their best friend. At least, that’s what Marty told him in the eighth grade. Once isn’t a big deal. Repeat performances and… and other lewd acts, that crosses over into queer territory. Dangerous territory. For him as a man, and a father.

           If only Mary… she stopped it, for a while. Woman or man, there wasn’t a person alive who stole his breath quite like her. Who made his heart skip a beat in a normal way. When she died, normality went with her.

           He hoped at least some of it would stay. But with enough drink, anything is possible.

           Standing outside his door, shifting on his feet, John promises to be better. Resist falling into old habits, into men’s arms. Otherwise, one day, he won’t be as lucky. And where would his boys be…

           “Whatever,” he sighs, opening the door, “women’re better anyway.”

           John expected, with how low the sun was, he’d find a quiet room. Two children fast asleep, and a table John can sit at and consider his life choices. The table’s there, and at least one child lay unmoving on the bed.

           Dean, however, sits on the edge of his bed. Bowl of cereal on his lap, he barely flinched at John’s entrance. Mesmerized by the television screen.

           Creeping forward, he curiously spies on the cartoon Dean watches. He recognizes the explosions and music, glad his son enjoyed a perfect boys’ show like G.I. Joe. Still, freaked by his morning, John sees the cartoon with new eyes. Were the men on the show always that jacked? Abnormally so? And men don’t hug, why are they? John only hugged his fellow soldiers for select reasons, and those nights ended in hushed whispers and regret.

           He strides across the room and clicks the television off.

           “Hey!” Dean cries, “I was watching –“

           “You won’t ever watch that show again, you hear me?” he says, sternly wagging his finger. “Do you hear me?”

           Dean whines, kicking his legs. “Why? What’s so bad about it?”

           “Because,” he splutters, cheeks flushed, “because, you don’t want people to think you’re a fairy, do you?” His oldest frowns, clearly confused. Unused to the term. John, reticent, turns from him. “Besides, you’re too old for cartoons anyway. Men don’t watch cartoons.” At Dean’s silence, John heads for the bathroom. “Wake Sammy, tell him we’re leaving –“

           “What?”

           “Your things better be packed by the time I finish showering.” He shuts the door, blocking any response.

           Hidden from his kids, John bleeds every ounce of tension from his body. Shoes drop, booming in the small space. Shuffling further, John braces himself against the sink. Stares at his reflection, hating every sinful inch. “Never again,” he whispers, “you’re stronger than your mistakes.”

2020

           Dean watches his reflection mouth the words, easy without sound. But when he tries voicing those thoughts, his voice crackles and cuts out. Plug pulled before anything happens, too frightened by what might be.

           “You can do this,” he mutters, splashing some water on his face. “You can do this.” He’s had how many years? Of figuring things out. Of lying. Of acceptance. It’s three words. There are scarier things than that, and Dean has taken them all down.

           But this?

           Sam knocks on the door, “Dean? You finished in there?”

           “Give me a sec, Sam!” he calls, wiping his hands on a nearby towel. His brother drumming continuing behind him, testing his patience. “Seriously!”

           “Come on… I want to shower!” Scoffing. Sam slams a heavy hand on the door. “Can you please come out already?”

           Dean swings it open, Sam’s brows jumping in surprise. “Fine!” he shouts, flailing, “I’m bisexual. Are you happy?”

           Sam scowls, looking unimpressed. “Is that all?”

           “…Yeah?”

           “Good,” Sam says, offering a tiny smile. Only momentarily, as in the next second it flattens into a frown. “Now, if you're done, can you please exit the bathroom so I can wash the witch gunk from my hair?”

           “Sure, sure…” Dean stumbles out, Sam rushing in after. Chest lighter, as was his mood. He giggles from the absurdity of it all, raking shaking fingers through his hair. “I’m bisexual,” he repeats, “I’m bi – I’m bi!”

           A hurricane of thoughts whip through is mind. Many of them a variation of what he’s already announced. In the eye of that storm, however, is a crystal-clear lake of blue. A comfort, that makes his heart swell and feel safe. The same color as a very, important person’s eyes.

           Dean dials his number, holding the phone to his ear. He answers on the third ring, Dean speaking over him. “Hey, Cas! I – I have something to tell you. I’m –“

(Day 5 - Now That’s an Angel Blade)

[blankrslate07]

🔘K(G)A(I)I(N)T(G)O(KA)🔘 BIO:

🔹NAME🔹:

Kaito (New)

Gingka Hagane (Actual Name)

🔹AGE🔹:

Currently 14

🔹Gender/Sex🔹:

Male

🔹DATE OF BIRTH🔹:

June 12th

🔹 SEXUALITY 🔹:

Bisexual

🔹 OCCUPATIONS🔹

. A blader working under Dark Nebula

. Ryuga's "Servant"

🔹 RELATIONSHIP STATUS🔹:

In a relationship with Ryuga

~~~💠~~~

🔹 BIOGRAPHY 🔹:

Originally known as Gingka Hagane when he was in Koma Village at the age of eight. He encountered Ryuga by accident and brought him back to his home to get the older boy's injuries treated by his father.

Ryuga stayed with them for nearly half the year. During the time, he and Gingka became great friends. Though, the older boy tended to stay indoors and preferred not to play with others even if Gingka is there. Regardless they still had fun together.

But it didn't remain happy when the two decided to go out exploring on their own. They soon strayed to far from the village and encountered Doji, who has been looking for Ryuga ever since he ran away.

The confrontation desolves into a chase through the more rocky areas. Things turn for the worse when Doji accidentally hit one of the rocks above, causing them to come crashing down on the two children.

Gingka lost both of his legs when he pushed his friend out of the way. Later, he was taken into the Dark Nebula HQ to be treated. When he woke up, it was revealed that he had also lost his memories from the crash.

Currently, he now lives in the Dark Nebula HQ and being trained in martial arts, hand-to-hand combat, fighting with a bladed staff, butler stuff (Like cooking and serving drinks, etc) and of course beyblade.

🔹 PERSONALITY 🔹:

He seems like a calm and relaxed individual. Friendly to those he meets and willing to help those in slight need like carrying their bags for them. Loves to beyblade and would jump at the chance to do it. Another thing he loves more than beyblade is to watch beyblade fights happen, especially Ryuga's fights.

However, due to the training he received and being in close proximity with Ryuga nearly all the time, Gingka can also be rather ruthless and vicious as well especially when it comes to beyblade fights. He is willing to use dirty tactics to win during actual physical fights that involve weapons to win, especially if it's for the mission.

Gingka also hates being locked up in the HQ during his leisure hours. He yearns for the day he can go outside and enjoy the world without the fear of repercussions for it.

During his 'Work' times, he'll wear a mask and act cold and mechanical towards people. The only ones who have seen his true self so far are Ryuga, Doji and other workers in Dark Nebula.

~~~💠~~~

🔹 APPEARANCE🔹:

Has light orange hair with red on the left side, brown-gold eyes and pale skin. Usually wears a black long sleeved shirt with gold cuffs and hems underneath a dark blue high collared vest with a golden colored zipper along with a head band. Also wears white & gold shorts and a pair of light blue and gray gloves. Mechanical attachments were placed where his legs got amputated and used to attach and detach his prosthetics.

For his "Work" Clothes, he would wear black and blue form fitting armour beneath dark blue clothes. Wears a metal mask that has infrared vision and disguises his voice. His prosthetics are gray and glowing purple circuits and wires in them.

~~~💠~~~

🔹SKILLS/ABILITIES 🔹:

Hand-to-hand Combat/Martial Arts: Has well developed & strong muscles. He can take on opponents much bigger than himself and has some knowledge in pressure points and aiming for them.

Spear/Staff Combat: Is well versed with this type of weapons. While looking graceful in his movements, Gingka is also fast and unmerciful as he strikes his opponents. Preventing them from making a counter attack while he's at it.

Leg Prosthetics: His prosthetics are one of Dark Nebula's greatest creations. 5x stronger than an average human leg, capable of breaking through steel with a single kick, and gives him greater endurance and speed. Of course, he can adjust his legs so that he won't accidentally send any new recruits to the hospital

Acting: Gingka is a well talented actor most of the time. Having been able to make most of Dark Nebula's wokers to trust him and let their guard around him. With him being without legs, it only adds more to the act by making others feel sympathetic to him.

🔹BEYBLADE🔹:

🔹NAME OF BEYBLADE🔹:

Kelpie Oblitus

🔹TYPE🔹:

Destabilizer

🔹MOVESETS🔹:

.Chiming Streams: This moves will cause the bey to emit an incredibly loud chiming sound that can disrupts the opponent bey's balance along with causing pain to the actual opponent's ears and scramble their thoughts. Leaving them vulnerable to attacks. The sound become even louder if the opponent's beyblade hits it.

. Depth's Embrace: Kelpie would start to spin at the edge of the arena and starts to manipulate the moisture in the air into creating streams of water that could nearly engulf the entire arena. Kelpie would then emerge in the water then fade back into it, leaving the bey nearly invisible and making it difficult for their opponent to find them. It would start to attack in all sorts of directions and fading back into the water until it can deal with the finishing blow, which could smash the opponent's bey into pieces.

. Alluring Depth: This move will result with the bey going into the center and create a powerful illusion to entrap the opponent in. There are two types, one that would show the opponent's greatest desire to entice them and one that shows the opponent's worst fear to freeze them with fright.

(Will add more later on)

Is considered one of Dark Nebula's best beyblade fighters. Being able to go toe to toe with Ryuga up until he received L-Drago. However, he is not given the title as being the second best since he doesn't fight beyblade battles often with other Dark Nebula bladers and is most often training with Ryuga instead.

~~~💠~~~

🔹 RELATIONSHIPS🔹:

♠️~~~DOJI~~~♠️

Gingka absolutely DESPISES the man. To him, Doji is the one taking his freedom away from him. However, Gingka is also terrified of Doji since he can electrocute him through the mechanical attachments on his legs and has done so when he goes "out of line" or didn't give satisfactory results. He doesn't show this and acts friendly and respectful towards Doji. But in certain days, he Really wants to strangle to man.

💜~~~RYUGA~~~💜

Ryuga and him are very close with one another. With Gingka being the only one that Ryuga actually cares about and treats him as another human being while Ryuga is the one that stuck by him always. He is deeply loyal to the older teen, willing to even endanger the lives of others or his own for him. They shared many things and are nearly inseparable.

Gingka likes to tease Ryuga often since he finds the other's reactions to be funny, while Ryuga mellows slightly with the younger teen and shows his softer side to him only. They even treated each others injuries that they got from their training.

Eventually, their friendship turned into romance. They started dating when Gingka was 12 and Ryuga was 14. So far, they have only hugged, held hands and kissed each other on the cheeks, they decided to take things slowly and keep it a tight locked secret from Doji.

Though, Ryuga is rather possessive of Gingka and dislikes it when people get too friendly with him or if he is training with somebody else, especially in beyblade battles. Often keeps a close distance with him (like keeping a hand on his shoulder) and glares at people too close even. Gingka doesn't mind this too much and kind be rather submissive towards the other and his wishes.

♦️~~~OTHERS~~~♦️

He treats his fellow workers and beybladers that work under Dark Nebula like a friend and helps them out in small problems. This attitude had led him to have a positive reputation in the HQ.

~~~💠~~~

🔹Quotes🔹:

"Hey there! The names Kaito, you're the new recruit right?"

"Just so you know, I'm not gonna hold back. So be prepared to fight and break bones."

"I wish I can just get out there...Explore places with my own two legs and see things, experience things that others wouldn't believe. To be anywhere, anywhere but here...But I can't, not as long as Doji has me on a leash. It's not all that bad though, as long as you're here, Ryuga."

"....Who the hell is "Gingka" ?"

[bisexualalienblast]

Fellow Robron fab here who has also completely and unexpectedly fallen in love with Roswell nw! It's fun seeing people fall over the edge too 😂😂 plus yay more gifs. What are your fave bits so far? Mine is how extra all the dialogue is. Ofc everything malex! But honestly I'm enjoying it all so far!

I think everyone the Robron fandom is gonna be here eventually idk 

hmmmm what do I love

Max being an OTT dramatic bitch about everything (I NEVER HAD A HAPPY MOMENT ONCE LIZ LEFT TRULY MY LIFE WAS OVER like my dude I get it you love her but like, chill for just a second ya know?) also Max in tight jeans and a cowboy hat sorry :/

Michael just being all curly haired and sarcastic and a bit ruthless because * true bisexual representation* is important (Teleporting the knife into the cake to scare Liz? Iconic and also Extra so well done, my dude) but then he turns around and is tender af with Alex and I like my characters well rounded and deep thanks

Alex is…just the cutest and I want to give him GIANT hugs and feed him lots of food (LITERAL SKELETONS made me laugh too hard) 

LIZ, GIRL. LOOK AT THAT MAN YOU GOT IN FRONT OF YOU AND THEN YOU WANNA GO GET DOWN WITH KYLE?? turn on your location I just want to talk. Walmart vs Chanel, baby. 

Isobel ICE QUEEN but not really. I’m intrigued by her and when her husband handed her her bag, my heart kinda broke for her a bit. 

BUT MY FAVE THING ABOUT THIS SHOW? How NOT FUCKING SUBTLE it is about its statements on immigration/Trump/the American right wing/etc. I mean it is literally the least subtle thing I’ve ever seen and honestly, give the horridness of most of the policy we have happening in this country, I don’t blame them one bit. It was a good time to reboot this show (HELLO CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW THE CONSPIRACY THEORIST RADIO GUY WAS ACTUALLY RUSH LIMBAUGH AND THEN HE GOT SHOT IN THE HEAD BECAUSE YEAH THAT WAS NICE)

[a-gay-bloodmage]

—Not Mal. Not Mallie. Mallory.—

Pairing: Blackwall x Male Trevelyan

Pairing Type: M/M

Words: 1,534

Warnings: Cross-dressing, Angst, Implied NSFW, Thom Rainier is Surprisingly Blind for someone who lived under a fake identity for Years, and As If Blackwall is Actually Straight, I am Bisexual and I can Smell a Fellow Trash Queer, my Inquisitor is a Bundle of Anxiety and I Love Him, Just a Big Gay Mess

Every footstep seemed to be louder than the last as he stepped into the barn. That lovely, homey barn full of those pretty carvings. Blackwall, no, Thom, stood behind his bench, and set down his tools as he heard Mallory come in. Or, perhaps, in his mind, Mallie.

"Ah," he said, looking up. "It's... it's nice to see you, my Lady." The lump in Mallory's throat bobbed under his pink scarf.

"Blackwall-" He caught himself. "Thom," he said, shifting from foot to foot. "Can we... talk?" The faux Warden sighed, nodding soberly as he stepped out from behind his table.

"Of course, my Lady," he said, looking up at Mallory. An inch taller. Six foot even.

"Could you, uh, do me a favor?" He asked, staring at the floor.

"Of course," Thom nodded, a hesitant hand resting on his Mallie's arm. Mallory's stomach turned. "What do you need?”

"I- we need to talk." The warm hand fell from his bicep. "In my chambers. Alone.”

"As you wish, my Lady," he nodded once more, always so hesitant around the Inquisitor. Thom, he walked on eggshells where Blackwall had walked on ice. Careful, always, but now, so much more so.

Mallory led the way, walking slowly through Skyhold, avoiding the passages with the people. He didn't want them to see their Inquisitor's lip quiver as it did, their Herald's eyes watering. He kept his back to Thom.

The door creaked open, and shut behind them, locked.

"My Lady," he sighed, head hanging. "If you wish for my lying self to go, just say it." Words hung heavy in the air. "There's no need for ceremony.”

"This isn't about you, Thom," he said, bright blue eyes looking anywhere but at the other man. "I've already told you, I love Thom just as I loved Blackwall."

"Then what's going on?" He asked, hunched shoulders and fidgeting hands.

"When I learned about your past," Mallory said, eyes fallen to the cold, stone floor, "I understood. What it's like to live like that, I, I know.”

"Please, my Lady," he said, breath heavy. "Mallie. You're the Herald through no fault of your own. People believed in the story, you went along with it, it's real. I lied.”

"I'm not talking about Andraste!" Mallory flinched at his own tone. Far too loud. Unladylike. Thom's bearded face knotted in confusion.

"Then what-?”

"I understood because I know what it's like to be someone you're not," he said, hand shaking. "Because the lie is easier to believe than the truth.”

"I don't follow." A black teardrop rolled down Mallory Trevelyan's face, eyeliner dripping to the floor. "Inquisitor, what's going on?" Another black droplet. "Please, my Lady-”

"That," he said, quiet and yet so forceful. "That's the problem. That's the lie." He leaned back against the end on the bed.

"My Lady?" Thom Rainier fell silent as he watched quaking hands slowly unbutton the little white buttons on the pretty pink blouse.

"I love you," Mallory said, almost numb as button after button came undone. "But I lied like you. I lied-" A button. "- and I lied-" Another button. "- and I lied some more." A lacy white bra and a tightly done corset. A pretty pink blouse fell onto the quilt. "A name, a past, I understood." Carefully braided hair came undone, falling past his hunched, shaking shoulders. "And a title.”

"I don't understand," Thom whispered. "This, this strip show," he stuttered, "what are you doing? You're the Inquisitor, even if your ruddy shirt's of.”

"Not Inquisitor," he said, light blond hair waving as he shook his head. "My Lady.”

"My... Lady?”

"I'm, I'm not your Lady." Hands reached back, grabbing the hook on the lacy white undergarment. "I'm not that. I'm a, a-" Words caught in his throat, choking him. "I'm an undesirable, mad, stupid, lying-" The offensive undergarment was tossed to the floor. "- man." Thom was silent as shameful black tears fell onto a pretty, white skirt. Such shameful contrast.

"You're... You're a man...”

Mallory nodded. "I'm a liar. I lied to you. You liked a lady. A nice, pretty lady. Who wore pretty things and talked with her hands and cried over jewelry.”

"And Mallie?" Thom asked, making the Inquisitor look up. "What's the real name beneath it?”

"Mallory." He paused. "Mal," he spat, quiet, but venomous. "Mal is a little princeling. He sits up straight and behaves like his father wants. But... not as he wants. Mallie," he sighed, "Mallie is a princess," he said, a sad smile on his painted lips. "Mallie wears pink and white, and she smiles, and all the pretty boys think she's pretty, too. They love a lady who's ladylike, who likes, no, loves what she is. Girly. Wearing that pink and white, that lace and frill. It makes her feel pretty and loved. And as much as she wanted that special boy to love her back, Mal got in the way," his voice broke. "He always gets in the way.”

"Take it off." The command jarred him, his body going rigid.

"Huh?”

"The clothing. Take it all off. All the makeup, the Mallie." Thom's eyebrows pressed together as he spoke. "I, I want to see Mallory." Not Mal. Not Mallie. Mallory.

"Of course, Thom," he whispered, head hung in shame. He stood, weak arms pushing himself from the bed. He walked slowly to the small vanity in the corner of the room. Dangling pink earrings and a pretty silver necklace were placed carefully on the dark wooden surface. "Just, turn around, please," he said. Thom complied. "I always liked surprises," he said, dipping the washcloth in the basin. "I guess this is the last one I can give you. I, I hope it's not such a bad one." The room was silent save the dripping of water into the bowl. The basin was slowly turning from clear to the colour of pale skin, of pink, and of the black eyeliner.

A corset fell to the floor, soon covered by a pretty pink scarf and a ruined skirt. He dried his face, refusing to look in the mirrors. His soft footsteps echoed in the still chambers as he moved to stand behind the faux Warden.

"I- you can turn around now.”

It was instinctual, those two steps back as Thom Rainier saw Mallory Trevelyan for the first time.

"I-" He paused, his pale, stormy grey eyes running down the length of the Inquisitor's exposed body. "I said everything." Mallory nodded, nervous hands slowly removing his linens, leaving them discarded on the floor. "I, uh..." Mallory's face lit up in red-hot embarrassment as he hugged himself, looking anywhere but at the man staring, mouth slightly agape at the thing that made so many men what they were. Men. "I can't believe..." His voice sounded almost... impressed. "How in the Maker's name do you fit that thing into those tight trousers you wear?" Blush spread to his torso, his blue eyes wide as he realized what had just came out of Thom's mouth.

"Uh... carefully?" He said, shrugging as his heart quivered.

He jolted as he felt gloved hands grab his waist, looking into Thom's eyes as he was pushed into the grand bed.

"I'm sorry," Mallory offered, not sure what to say as he was held to the bed by his waist, soft corners digging into the small of his back.

"I will admit, it's... not my pint of ale," he sighed, looking down at the Inquisitor's body. Mallory's heart sank. "But," Thom continued, "what sort of man would I be if I turned down a perfectly good pint?" Wide blue eyes met hesitant grey, staying open even as the greys closed and their lips met. Mallory kissed back, his hands moving to wrap around his knight's back.

"Thom," he sighed as their lips broke apart, bodies still pressed together. "I..." I don't know what to say.

"Have freckles," he said, finishing the sentence Mallory never meant to start. A soft leather glove brushed against the smooth, freckled skin. "They're... quite pretty." A soft smile appeared on the Inquisitor's lips.

"You... want this?" He asked after a moment, hesitant. "Me?”

"I'll take whatever you want to be," Thom said, his words like a Warden's vow. "Mallie or Mallory. It's the same person, isn't it?" Mallory nodded. "Trousers, skirts, they... they both look good on you, my La-" He paused, pursing his lips. "My... Whatever." He smiled, shaking his head. "My Whatever.”

"Your Whatever," Mallory nodded, a grin splitting his face. "I like it.”

"Me too.”

• • ♡ • •

Mallory couldn't remember the last time he woke up in somebody's arms without a hangover. He doubted that it had ever happened. But, as he looked over, and saw the man beside him, burly, rugged arms draped over soft, carefully shaven skin, he smiled as the morning light shone without consequence. He rolled his eyes with a wide, stupid smile, settling back down on the pillow, feeling the coarse black hair of his lover's body rub against his skin. He loved it—such delightful features. And even as he lay bare of all clothing, bare of all lies, he couldn't help but feel like Mallie had always wanted to.

Loved.

[crystalstar8]

Knights of the Night (ch 8)

Chapter 8aseball

Ch 1, ch 2, ch 3, ch 4, ch 5, ch 6, ch 7, ch 8

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29139240/chapters/71536491

pairing: Jungkook x oc

genre: vampire au, college au, twilight, romance

word count: 2,668

warnings: blood (obviously), kidnapping, child kidnapping, needles, France

notes: vampires, vampire au, college, college au, so many twilight references, blood, needles, kidnapping, children, homelessness, dance, ballet, flashbacks, romance, slow burn, probably no smut, idk yet tho, France, French things, attempted genocide, inaccurate French history, bisexual main character, @strawberriewithchocolate-blog @mozy-j  @daechwitad-2​ @zobadak​​

summary: Catalina starts college in a small town all the way across the country. She doesn’t know anyone and isn’t exactly looking for friends. She just wants to focus on dance. But when she meets fellow dance major, Jimin, and adventurous, fellow freshman, Jungkook, Catalina ends up discovering a whole new side to the small college town; one that is dangerous but oh so enticing…

               Catalina was no longer running, but she had yet to catch her breath. The room she was in was cement, and Jungkook lay in front of her. She tried to reach out to him, but as soon as she tried to move, her veins erupted into fiery pain. Her whole body seized, but just as fast as it came, the pain left, letting Catalina collapse to her knees. She crawled over to Jungkook and rolled him over onto his back. The wound on his head was scary.

               “Kookie,” she whispered, trying to shake him awake. “Kookie, we have to get out of here. They’ll come back any second.”

               Jungkook spoke without opening his eyes. He said, “When you become one of them, will you eat me too?”

               The pain came back at full force, but didn’t last long as Catalina woke up in a cold sweat.

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

               “So, you’re telling me that they’re actual real-life vampires,” Jimin said from the backseat of Jungkook’s car.

               “That’s right,” said Catalina.

               “That explains all that rotting food in the fridge,” said Jungkook. Catalina huffed as he cracked up.

               “Yeah, never mind the fridge full of blood bags,” said Catalina.

               “So, they’re real vampires,” said Jimin. “They could kill us if they wanted to, and we’re still hanging out with them?”

               “I mean, anyone could kill anyone if they wanted to,” said Jungkook. He took a turn down a dirt road into the forest.

               “They could do it so easily though!” said Jimin.

               “They won’t,” said Catalina. “I really think they won’t hurt us.”

               “Well, we’re playing baseball with them whether you like it or not,” said Jungkook. “God, I haven’t played baseball since I was seven years old, on that stupid little leagues team. Oh my god, I’m so excited.”

               Catalina looked over at him with an eyebrow raised. He was practically vibrating in his seat. It was his idea in the first place. As soon as Catalina told him about her discovery, he asked when they’d get to play baseball with the vampires, vis a vis Twilight. To “reenact the greatest scene in cinematic history”. Catalina was just looking forward to spending more time with the four of them. She found them fascinating and there were so many questions she wanted to ask.

               She snapped out of those thoughts as Jungkook took a side road. They ended up parking at the edge of a field. The sky was grey and thunder was rumbling. It was perfect weather for baseball. Jungkook seemed to think so too, since he was staring at the sky with a big smile on his face as he got out of the car.

               There were two other cars parked in the field, a black BMW and a pink Jeep Wrangler with two yellow smiley faces on the roof. Jin and Jimmy K got out of the BMW as soon as Jungkook parked. Taehyung, Hoseok and Namjoon were already standing in the field, Taehyung practicing his swing. Yoongi was sitting next to the Jeep in a lawn chair, sipping wine from a glass. Catalina got of the car. She’s never played baseball before, so this should be interesting.                Taehyung waved at them and ran over.

               “You made it!” he said. “I’ve never played baseball before, but I did some research the last few days.”

               “Meaning, he just watched some videos of ancient baseball games,” said Hoseok.

               “There’s always a guy with the bat, and he has to hit the ball. And there’s the person who throws the ball,” Taehyung explained.

               “I think everyone here knows how to play baseball, Tae Tae,” said Jimin.

               “Jiminie! I’ve missed you!” Taehyung swept Jimin up in a hug. Catalina laughed but wished Taehyung hadn’t been interrupted. She really didn’t know how to play.

               “I think I should just watch for a while,” she said. “I’ve never really played before.”

               Jin sidled up to Jungkook and Catalina and whispered, “You said these guys were vampires?”

               They nodded. Jin eyed the vampires on the field, then nodded, “Yeah that checks out. Normal people don’t look that good. Except for me, obviously.”

               Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Yoongi pulling open another lawn chair. She happily took the opportunity to skip over to him and sit down. The rest of the boys got set up on the field. Catalina wondered who the Jeep belonged to.

               Being near Yoongi was different. He didn’t say or do anything, keeping his eyes on the field and sipping from his glass, but Catalina felt a dull aura of danger around him. She didn’t necessarily think he’d hurt her, but being around him wasn’t the same as being around the other vampires. There was definitely something different about him.

               “Would you like a glass of wine?” Yoongi asked, startling Catalina out of her thoughts.

               “No thank you,” she said. They both turned their attention to the field as the game began.

               Jungkook was batting first, Hoseok taking his place in the center of the makeshift diamond as the pitcher. Namjoon crouched behind Jungkook as the umpire. Jungkook struck out the first time, but hit perfectly the second. He dropped the bat and took off running. Taehyung took off after him and caught him in an instant, tackling him to the ground. Instead of arguing that Taehyung’s supernatural speed was unfair, Jungkook laughed heartily as he pulled himself off the ground. This absolutely didn’t seem like something Catalina would like, but it was fun to watch.

               The clouds began to darken and a slow rain began. Catalina pulled her hood up.

               Taehyung was up to bat next, Jimin pitching. Taehyung flipped the bat, tapping the end and catching the handle. That was hot seeing it in the movie, but it was even hotter seeing Taehyung do it. She wondered if Namjoon could flip the bat like that.

               “He won’t be able to flip it like that,” said Yoongi. Catalina’s heart skipped a beat. She stared at him as her mind raced.

               “Can you…can you read minds?” she whispered. Yoongi chuckled and shook his head.

               “No. But I’ve been around long enough to read people,” said Yoongi. “You were eyeing him in his too-tight t-shirt.”

               “How old-“

               The field erupted into laughter. The rain had picked up and the field was staring to get muddy. It seemed that Taehyung had tackled Jungkook again and they were rolling around in the mud, Jimin and Jin were laughing hysterically beside them. Their white t-shirts were practically transparent, clinging to their chests. Jungkook was more toned than Catalina expected…

Namjoon was up to bat next.

               “Flip the bat!” Catalina shouted to him. “Flip the bat like Tae did!”

               Namjoon tried to flip the bat, but ended up hitting himself in the face and dropping it.

               “Told you,” said Yoongi.

               “Whatever. It was worth a shot,” said Catalina.

               The game went on and the rain got heavier. Luckily, Jungkook had the foresight to tell everyone to wear white t-shirts for the baseball game, because soon, everyone’s shirts were soaked and transparent. The ground was muddy and as Namjoon ran to home base, he slid across the ground, the mud splashing up around him dramatically. Jimmy K took the bat next. He was wearing shorts with his wet t-shirt, showing off his sturdy, oiled thighs.

               “You’re drooling,” Yoongi said.

               “Shut up,” said Catalina, unable to tear her eyes away from the game. She wiped her chin and sure enough, there was drool in the corner of her mouth. She couldn’t help it though. Everyone on that field was incredibly hot and they were all soaked. Their shirts left nothing to the imagination.

               Catalina shifted in her seat. She wondered if Jungkook had checked the weather ahead of time and planned this. She made a note to ask him later. And if he did plan this, she’d have to thank him. She wondered if he knew what he looked like right now, with the wet shirt clinging to his abs and chest and hard nipples…

               She only had to wonder for a moment though, because a few seconds later, Jungkook was lifting the bottom of his shirt to wipe the mud from his face, his eyes darting over to her. That son of a bitch knows exactly what he’s doing, Catalina thought.

               Catalina was startled out of that train of thought as Yoongi stood abruptly, his chair falling backward. Catalina startled and looked at him with wide eyes.

               “What? What is it?” Catalina asked.

               “Shut up,” he said. His eyes narrowed as they darted around the tree line.

               From the woods, three people strolled into the field. The boys stopped playing baseball and watched the three strangers approach. Yoongi joined them, Catalina close behind.

               “I haven’t seen you four around, are you new to this town?” the man in the middle asked. He was big; tall and broad with a good natured smile on his face.

               “No, we’ve lived here a long time. Are you new?” asked Namjoon.

               “A bit,” the man said. “I didn’t realize there were more of us living around here. I figured we already met everyone.”

               “Do you mind if we join your game?” the woman beside him asked. She was tall and blonde, a sinister red smile on her face. The third woman’s eyes flickered between the five humans.

               “You even brought snacks,” she said. This woman had a thick Indian accent and dark skin. Her gaze was so piercing, Catalina felt as if the woman could tell what she was thinking just by looking at her. All three of them had blood red eyes.

               “We were actually just leaving,” Namjoon said as he positioned himself in front of Catalina.

               “No need to get defensive!” the man said, holding out his hands. His smile was still relaxed and charming. “We won’t take what isn’t ours.”

               “Joon-ah,” Hoseok whispered. He was shuffling behind Namjoon, tugging on his sleeve. He looked pale and terrified.

               “We can leave if you want us to, we just thought we’d introduce ourselves,” the man said. “We always love making new friends.”

               Namjoon glanced at Hoseok, then looked back at the man with narrowed eyes. He didn’t say anything.

               “My name is Makai,” the man said. He gestured to the blonde woman and said, “This is Amanda,” and then to the other woman, “And this is Mohati.”

               “My name is Namjoon, and this is Yoongi, Taehyung, and Hoseok,” said Namjoon.

               “You’re not going to introduce your human friends?” Mohati asked, sauntering over to Jungkook. Taehyung growled and stepped in front of him. Jungkook’s eyes were like saucers.

               “I apologize for interrupting your game,” said Makai. “I can see you don’t need any more players, so we’ll be on our way. But here, take my card. Come visit us some time. We’re always on the lookout for fresh faces.”

               He handed a business card to Namjoon then waved to the two women to follow him away. They left the way they came, into the woods until Catalina could no longer see them.

               Namjoon looked at the card and said, “I think you guys should go home. Yoongi and I will follow you home. Taehyung, Hoseok, trail them to see where they’re heading.”

               Hoseok shook his head furiously and said with a shaking voice, “No, no, nonononono we don’t have to do that. They’re probably not going anywhere, we can just go home and forget about it.”

               Catalina looked at him with concern.

               “Do you know those guys?” Yoongi asked.

               “What?” Hoseok laughed the fakest, most nervous laugh Catalina’s ever heard. “No! Why would I know them? Let’s just take the humans home and forget about it!”

               “Now, wait just a second!” Jungkook said, pushing past Taehyung and putting his hands on his hips. “Don’t we get a say in this?”

               “No,” all four vampires said simultaneously.

               “But there’s a mystery afoot!” Jungkook said. “They were sus!”

               “Not a mystery for you,” said Namjoon. “We’re taking you home.”

               “Yeah, I think I’m okay with just going home,” said Jimin, putting a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. “This seems like too much for us.”

               That was how Catalina found herself back in the passenger seat of Jungkook’s car with Jimin and Namjoon in the back seat. The BMW followed closely behind, the Jeep behind the BMW.

               “Who do you think those people were?” asked Jungkook. His hair was drying, curling slightly at the ends. Catalina resisted the urge to run her hands through it.

               “No idea,” said Namjoon. “I’ve never seen them before. There’s not many vampires this far south, so maybe they’re travelers? Or maybe they’re just new to town…”

               “This is south?” said Catalina.

               “Most vampire communities are farther north, like Canada and Northern Europe. Less sunlight.”

               “What about Russia?” asked Jungkook.

               “Russia is just as bad as France,” Namjoon spat the word “France” like the country had personally insulted his mother. “No one lives there. Anyway, they probably won’t hurt you since they saw you with us, but you guys should still be careful,” said Namjoon.

               “Sure, whatever you say, mom,” said Catalina with a cackle. Namjoon didn’t look amused. “I’m kidding. I definitely don’t want to be their meal.”

               They drove in silence for a while.

               “Whose car is the Jeep?” asked Catalina. “Is it yours?”

               Namjoon smiled and said, “No, it’s Hoseok’s. Taehyung bought it for him for his birthday last year, but Hoseok picked it out.”

               “Are you guys all crazy rich? Like, the stereotypical vampires coming from royalty or whatever?” Jungkook asked. Catalina remembered what Hoseok told her at game night.

               Namjoon laughed. “Yoongi actually did come from royalty, but not the rest of us. We’re just old enough to accumulate wealth.”

               “Ah, to be old enough to accumulate wealth,” Catalina said with a dramatic sigh, fluttering her lashes at him, which pulled a laugh out the whole car.

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

               Caleb waited for what felt like forever for something to change. He felt tired and cold all the time. The men came by every day to drop off some food and water, and then the needle went in for a while. Caleb hated that the most because it meant he’d get even more tired and cold. He didn’t even care about the needle prick anymore. The door was always closed, but Caleb remembered when he first came there, some of the doors were open. He wondered if he became too tired to move much, if they’d keep his door open. He would at least like to see what was happening outside of the little cement room.

              One day, the door opened and some men set up another bed and blood bag stand on the other side of the room. Then the blonde woman came in. She was holding a lady in her arms, whom she laid down on the other bed. The lady was asleep. Caleb kept quiet as the blonde woman attached a needle to the lady’s arm, then left, closing the door behind her.

              Caleb got off of his own bed and approached the sleeping lady. It was a bit difficult to move, he kind of felt like he was moving through molasses, something he heard his mom say once but never understood until now. The lady was pretty, she had dark skin and big curly hair. Caleb wanted to wake her up and warn her about what was going to happen to her, but when he shook her shoulder, she just twitched and stayed asleep. The men must’ve given her the sleepy water. They gave Caleb the sleepy water one day when he tried to pull the needle out and run away. He knew not to do that again, because the headache he had after he woke up was the worst pain he’d ever felt.

Even though the sleeping lady wouldn’t wake up, Caleb was glad to have a new roommate. And he was glad she was an adult. Maybe she could help him escape and get back to his parents.