#i am in bed doing NOTHING till GODDAMN 18

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[thelovelyruin]

𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖞.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 : toji x fem reader

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓 : you’ve been cheating on toji with his best friend while he’s away on business.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 : smut, angst, porn with plot, vaginal sex, praise, love, cheating, manipulation, teasing, fingering, edging.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖙 : 3.5K

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗 : inspired by lyrics from pretty by the weeknd.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘 : hello lovelies, thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoy it, if so, follow me for more. au revoir!

18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT

You will never feel this pretty, and you will never feel this beautiful, when I make it there.

You’ve been looking back and forth between your phone screen and the terminal for the past ten minutes, awaiting his arrival. Anticipation overtakes you, happy to see him after all these months. Another project, he says, but all you hear is another period of loneliness. Fortunately, Gojo told him he’d take good care of you. Well, he surely did. Much, much more than he was supposed to. How long has it been now? 2 months? All you know is that this little fling didn’t start immediately after Toji left for France, despite Gojo giving obvious signs of romantic and sexual attraction. You fought the urges as long as you could, until one night when you missed Toji a little too much, at least that part of him that could satisfy your sexual greed. And who was there? Who didn’t leave you for months at a time, with nothing to hold but the pillow that held his scent? Unfortunately for Toji, that scent was fading, and that lust was growing. You remember that first night, it had been raining particularly hard, due to a hurricane passing through.

“I don’t think you should drive in this weather, it’s raining cats and dogs out there.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I guess I’ll take your couch for the evening then.”

Expectations can kill a simple man, a simple woman.

It wouldn’t hurt right? It’s not like you two were sleeping in the same bed together. Until you couldn’t sleep in the middle of the night, and Gojo was just so conveniently awake. Skin on skin, sweat on sheets, you two couldn’t get enough of each other. Endless nights of defiling the bed you and Toji once shared. You really felt bad when you’d get a text from Toji first thing in the morning, telling you he misses you, he hates the time difference, and how bad he’s trying to finish up work to get back home to you. You’d go to the balcony and call him, Gojo still sound asleep in your bed. Toji would tell you all about the sights he’s been able to see and the foods he’s been able to indulge in, and it hurts particularly bad when he’d send you pictures. Like the one he took in front of the Eiffel Tower, or the one in front of the Louvre, or the ones he sends you when he stays up till 4 AM to have phone sex with you. And he lives for those calls, waiting patiently and forcing himself to stay awake, while you were, well, what were you doing? Arguing with Gojo, of course. You knew you should’ve ended things the second he told you he wanted you to break up with Toji.

I try to master the art of that far away love.

“How can you say you love him if I'm railing you every other night, huh? That doesn’t sound like love at all, but you don’t give a fuck, do you? As long as you get your rocks off, you don’t care who you hurt.”

“Oh, you’ve got some nerve, fucking your best friend’s girlfriend. Don’t think you’re a goddamn saint, Satoru. You act like I told you to catch feelings for me. I mean, what did you think was gonna happen? I’d leave Toji, and me and you would run off and get married and have a little house on the hill with a white picket fence and a nuclear family? Give me a fucking break. I told you from the beginning this was just sex.”

But that argument was days ago, and you hadn’t talked to him since. The distance between the two of you really opened your eyes to what you had done, and things became so real when you got that call from Toji telling you he was finally coming home.

I've been living on the road and you've been living all alone, at home.

"Hey babe, know you’re probably workin, but I got good news. The project’s wrappin up and I get to come home. Be in tomorrow night, Gate C, 11 PM."

Attached was a photo of his boarding pass, which caused your emotions to crumble you down and swallow you whole. Running around for the past few months with another man, and now here Toji was, plane landed, and you were waiting for him at the gate. Like a good girl.

As long as you know that when I land you’re mine.

You peer out the car window and finally see him walking out, you could’ve sworn it was a mirage. He wore that sweater he knows you love so much, muscles stretching the fabric, with a pair of black jeans to match. The moment he laid his eyes on you, he began to rush towards you. You give him a wide smile, opening your arms as he brings you into a full embrace, nuzzling your face in his chest and neck. You took in his scent, tobacco and a musky cologne, the scent was intoxicating. He loosens his grip on you so he could get a good look at your face and of course, you’re crying. What type of girlfriend would you be if seeing him after all these months didn’t bring you to tears? Gently, he wipes them away, kissing you softly with a hand on the back of your neck, pulling away to meet his lustful eyes. With a quick sweep, he picks up his bags, walking to your driver’s door to open it for you, then to the trunk to put them in. As you get into the car, you notice you’ve gotten a text from Gojo, which you don’t even bother to read, just switching your phone to silent and swiping away the notification. Toji opens the passenger door, startling you out of your mission to pretend Gojo doesn’t exist. You give him a weak smile and turn the car on, putting your phone in the cup holder. He comes over the seat to give you a kiss, buckling his seatbelt and putting his hand on your thigh. All of a sudden, you’re touch deprived and that damn hand is the stimulus you needed, the itch Gojo you can't scratch. You drive the car and attempt to act as normal as possible, head flowing into overload with all these emotions. Lust, regret, love, guilt, the list goes on as Toji gives you a concerned look.

“What’s up baby? Look like you’re thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’.”

Then, it all hits you. Toji didn’t deserve this. Here he is, being the good boyfriend he always was, while you drown your sorrows in another man. To say the most while saying the least, you were a goddamn whore. You knew it, but that wasn’t gonna stop you from pretending that things never happened.

“Yeah, baby. I’m alright, just happy to see you is all.”

“Yeah? You missed me-”

'Cause I see fear in your eyes. You've been living out your life.

The two of you are interrupted by your cell phone screen illuminating the cup holder. Toji reaches down to grab it and your fucking life flashes before your eyes. Was this it? The moment you’d been putting off? The inevitable? You give a small sigh as Toji reads the notification, and you feel your heart sink when his smile fades a bit.

“Gojo wants to know if you’re still mad at him? You guys get into an argument about something?”

“Um, yeah. Nothing too crazy, just over who was gonna pick you up from the airport.”

“Why would you guys be going back and forth about that?”

“Well, he didn’t think I should be out this late, but I insisted because I wanted to see you as soon as possible.”

“Oh okay. Looks like you got your way huh?”

Girl, I hope he made you satisfied.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Then, you give him one of those saccharine smiles, acting like nothing was wrong. The car ride went normally after that, the radio playing softly in the background as Toji went on about the project he was working on. But you, you were spaced the fuck out. Mind blank as you revel in the comedown of the fear you’ve been accumulating for so long. You were snapped out of your haze when you felt Toji’s hand begin to move upwards, his lustful eyes on you like a wolf that needs to satisfy its hunger. Your breath hiccups as his hand travels beneath your jeans, starting to rub your mound through your panties. He does it painfully slow, obviously teasing you, noticing the way your eyes start to flutter and your skin is getting warmer. And you think you’re gonna go crazy, as he picks up the pace just to take his hand away. Toji then gives you one of those little chuckles he does when he knows he’s got you all worked up, smirking and getting comfortable in his seat, trying to pretend that you don’t see that tent in his pants getting higher. Finally, thank god, you think to yourself as you arrive at your apartment. Toji gets out of the car and walks to your door, giving you his hand to climb out of the seat. He gives you a little kiss on your forehead, then proceeds to get his bags out the trunk. You begin to mentally prepare yourself for what’s about to come. You’re practically edging yourself with thoughts of finally getting touched by your boyfriend again. You unlock the door to your apartment and you both walk in, locking the door behind you. In one fell swoop, Toji dropped the bags and pinned you to the back of the door, lips taking your mouth like a starving man. You moan into the kiss when he pulls your legs up to wrap around his waist, hands supporting your lower back as he carries you to your bedroom.

Somebody told me it was pointless for me to come back into your arms.

With a swift motion, Toji lays you back onto the bed, towering over you as he begins to take his top off and unbuckles his belt, throwing it to the floor. His hands, calloused and warm, begin to undress you starting with your shirt, taking the time to kiss your chest as he pulls it over your head. And as your arms fall back down, he’s already on you, feverishly sucking and biting the skin of your breasts, snaking a hand behind your back to free them from their captivity. As your breasts fall out the bra, he takes a nipple into his mouth, massaging the other in a way that has you mewling soft moans into the air. 

But only so much can keep a woman warm.

Toji finds his way down your body, kissing and licking the skin of your torso as his fingers hook under your pants. He pulls them down fast, then comes down to your panties, which are having a hard time covering how obviously wet he’s made you. But he’s not gonna give you what you want quite yet, instead leaving hickies up and down your thighs as he sees you bucking your hips into the air, practically begging to be touched. He gives a sly smirk as he brings his lips to hover over the fabric of your thong, taking in your scent that he’s missed for so long. A thumb comes up to rub your clit through the fabric, making you squirm and plead for him. Once he’s satisfied with how frustrated he’s made you, he pulls your panties off, coming once more to your clit, giving it a soft lick. His eyes are on you now, and he thinks you look so fucking pretty for him. All hot and bothered, wrapping your fingers in his hair and attempting to push his face down.

And he can't make you feel this pretty. No he won't make you feel this beautiful.

Toji brings his lips to yours, beginning to eat you. His tongue works its way in and out of your pussy, nose rubbing against your clit. His arms come up to wrap around your thighs, keeping you in place as he devours you like a mad man. And you swear head has never felt this good, the way he’s eating you, no, consuming you, Gojo’s tongue could never compare. And you make him so happy when you pull at his hair, riding his face as he brings his fingers up to explore your pussy. His fingers pump in and out of you at a rate that drives you crazy, making that feeling build up inside you. Toji knows your body all too well, time hasn’t gotten in the way of his knowledge at all, cause he sees that pretty face you’re making when you’re trying to contain yourself, and the way your mouth opens into an O as his fingers find that special spot inside of you. You’re begging, praying, he lets you cum and doesn’t decide to edge you. Your eyes meet him as you whisper to him that you’re about to cum, that fire inside you about to go ablaze. There he goes, smirking again, sucking harder and faster, picking up the pace as you melt against him.

“So then, cum for me baby.”

And with that, your body betrays you, that feeling you tried so hard to contain snaps and you’re seeing fucking stars, gushing cum on his fingers, saturating his lips with the juices he’s craved for so long. The wave crashes, the cup spills, and you’re putty in his hands, moaning his name out into the room so beautifully that he swears he might die. He brings himself up to get a good look at you, wiping his face of your essence. You look so god damn sexy, the light of his life, the fire in his loins. You were just so goddamn perfect. Toji’s good girl.

We've been living in a cold, cold world, a cold world.

You’re watching him with anticipation, it feels like he’s taking years to undo that damn zipper. And just as you're seconds away from ripping his pants off, he’s stripped them off and thrown them to the floor, his boxers shortly behind. You’re practically in awe of him, physique on full display, everything from his chest to his, well, your one way ticket to a second orgasm. He’s back on you now, kissing your neck and leaving love bites as he positions himself. You’re driving him crazy, the scent of you, the look of you, the feel of you, as he slips inside you slowly. He feels your hands come up to his back, nails digging into the skin there as you brace yourself for his shaft, reveling in the feeling of being stretched open again. To be fair, it’s not like Gojo didn’t have good dick. It just wasn’t Toji’s, wasn’t even in the same fuckin ballpark. 

But at least I have you to rely, even if for a short time.

Toji pushes inside you fully now, groaning in your ear as he begins to fuck you slowly. The slow strokes are sending you into oblivion, eyes rolling in the back of your head. Once he’s satisfied that he’s prepared you enough, he picks up the pace, breathing on your neck and whimpering as you take him oh so well. And he feels like your pussy was made for him when he pulls out to slam his hips back into you again, and you're screaming out his name like your life depends on it. You can’t bear to look at him when he gives you that look, like he’s gonna take you, take everything you have and you’ll give it to him, because you're his and you know it. No man will ever make you feel the way Toji does, not when he’s rutting his hips into you at a threatening rate, pulling whimpers out of you left and right. Then, there’s that goddamn look on his face again, because he knows he’s fucking you so hard and so good that you’ll be his and his only. Fuck anyone else, he was fucking you here and now, and there’s that feeling again, body craving to cum all over him. He knows you’re close, and like clockwork his thumb comes down to your clit, rubbing it to take you higher and higher. You’re losing your goddamn mind. So many months of wanting, needing, yearning, for Toji’s touch and here it was, lulling you into a haze, mind all fuzzy from your inherent need to cum. With a couple of deep thrusts, he’s got you right where he wants you. You throw your head back into the pillow, arching your back and scratching the skin on his shoulder, trying to find something to grip on as your body cums for him. You’re spent, giving him everything you have to give, singing his name like a lullaby that’s pushing him right where he needs. He’s moaning and groaning like crazy, hand gripping the headboard as he loses himself in your pussy. It’s like a firecracker for him, cumming in the pussy he’s missed for so long, hearing your squeals as he cums inside you. His body falls over yours, careful not to hurt you, then falling to your side, gasping for air. The two of you are a sticky, sweaty mess, cum surely all over the sheets. In that moment, you forget. You forget your regret, your sorrow. You forget the cheating. You forget your mistake. You forget Satoru Gojo.

There are certain things that I've come to understand.

Toji pulls you into his embrace, nuzzling your face against his chest and wrapping your arm around him. As he pulls the covers over the two of you, all you can think about is ending things with Gojo. You knew what you wanted and it was Toji. Who else would hold you like him? Satisfy your cravings? Surely not his best friend. And as you feel his hand begin to rub your back, you feel yourself drifting away, into a plane of existence where there’s only you and Toji, and nothing could ever compare to the feeling of his love washing over you.

“I know you fucked Satoru.”

The words you never wanted to hear. A wave of guilt washes over you, pulling you under the water where you're damned to accept the consequences of your actions. You freeze, unsure of what to do or say next. Surely you won’t bring your eyes up to look at him. How could you? You knew you couldn’t bare to see the hurt expression on his face when you actively admit to fucking the person he entrusted to take care of you in his absence.

“He sent you that text earlier, nearly lost my shit when I read it.”

“Toji, I-”

“Wanna know what he said? He said ‘I know you’re probably still upset with me, but I’d be lying if I said I didn't miss you, especially that pussy.’ I can’t make this shit up.”

Said you fucked another man, finally I knew this day would come.

“How long?”

“Two months.”

“You gotta be fuckin kidding me. Do you want him?”

“I, I, um-”

“Answer me, do you fuckin want him?”

“Toji! Of course not, the only man I love is you. He was just, just a thing to fill the void. I promise, it just happened, I never wanted to hurt you!”

 But baby, I won’t cry.

Toji groaned, bringing his hand to his face in defeat. You were crying now, straight word vomit, saying anything to get him to forgive you. But you know you fucked up. You fucked up bad. And now Toji is gonna leave you. Leave everything you’ve built together, all because you couldn’t keep your legs closed while he was gone. But, despite his anger, he brings a hand up to your face to wipe your tears, arm slinking around your waist as he pulls you back down to his chest, letting out a deep sigh.

“Just please tell me you won’t see him anymore and I promise I won't leave you for that long again. But cheat on me again and we’re fuckin over.”

“I won’t, Toji. I promise.”

"Quand une putain de colombe chante sa chanson, c'est tout ce qu'on entend. Les jours défilent comme de la ficelle dans le vent. Embobiné dans ma toile, je les dévoile à nouveaux. Souffrant d'un cœur brisé. Une douleur très profonde. C'est là où je l'ai aperçue. Seule.”

𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 : “When a fucking white dove sings its song, that's all we hear. The days roll by string in the wind. Tangled into my web I reveal them again. Suffering from a broken heart. A very deep pain. This is where I saw her. Alone.”

♱ the song used in this story is pretty by the weeknd. 🖤

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𝖆𝖚 𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖎𝖗, 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖞𝖗𝖚𝖎𝖓.

[bluemusickid]

Ok so I have been this fantasy about Chris Evans lately... the reader and he are friends and Chris has a girlfriend but she’s not satisfying him in the bedroom and you guys get a little tipsy one night and you end up making all his naughty dreams a reality... and there will be lots of dirty talk like, “she can’t make you feel like this... or does her mouth feel as good as my mouth does, etc”... I need you to work your smutty magic on this one! Could be for any of his characters too! Whatever you’d prefer! ❤️

As much as I abhor cheating........this is a sexy one. Thanks for this one, nonnie!!

Pairing:  Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, SMUUT, NSFW, minors DNI, drunk sex, dubcon (if you squint).

A/N: wHEW, this one was a toughie. I wanted to draw the line somewhere lol, but oh well. Hope you like it! MINORS PLS DNI. Not beta’ed, all mistakes are my own. You are responsible for your media consumption. Dividers by @firefly-graphics.

This is my entry to my own challenge (lol). The colour I have chosen is red, which symbolises passion, danger, excitement. <3

You took a swig from your bottle, grimacing at the bitter taste, the sight in front of you even more bitter than the drink itself. It would have to be your worst luck that Andy Barber was here at the party, but his girlfriend as well? Killed you.

It was especially worse since you had a humongous crush on him, which didn’t seem to go away, no matter how hard you tried. It was even worse that you had to act normal around him at work, for fear of being mocked or ridiculed by your coworkers.

Andy Barber had completely encompassed your world and was a part of every waking moment. You watched him get tipsier as time passed, dancing around with his friends, his girl not leaving his side even once. If looks could kill, she’d be dead by now.

Deciding that you needed some air, you stepped out, only faltering a bit as the alcohol was steadily making itself known. Trying to light a cigarette, you heard a few voices from the garage. Your good manners were screaming at you not to eavesdrop, but you couldn’t help it. The liquid courage was winning over.

“So she doesn’t go down on you?” a voice asked. You raised your eyebrows at the question.

“Uh..” you heard the answering voice sigh, followed by a nervous chuckle. Oh my gosh it was Andy. You waited with bated breath for his answer, not knowing what to expect.

"I mean we're happy with each other, she's a great girl, very kind and she's great with Jacob. But there's just no spark." He trailed off, slurring a bit at the end.

You didn't know what to feel about this little tidbit you heard; your brain was telling you that it was wrong to feel good but your senses, your mind was in jubilation. You scuttled off inside before you were caught, this new piece of information even more intoxicating than the alcohol.

You stumbled your way into a bedroom, trying desperately to find a washroom. Why was this place so goddamn big? You mused, relieving yourself, the earlier conversation playing in your head on loop. Shaking yourself mentally, you realised there was nothing you could do about it.

Stepping out, you nearly fell as you bumped into something, your foot getting caught in the doorframe. Strong arms grab onto your biceps, steadying you as you managed to straighten yourself. You looked up to thank the stranger, instead finding yourself looking into the eyes of your dream man.

"Are you ok?" He muttered, his voice soft against your ears. You inhaled sharply, your core tightening in response.

"I am now that you're here." You rasped, unsure of the words coming out of your mouth. Did you just say that? You had no game, generally.

He chuckled, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Who are you and what have you done with my sweet, innocent coworker?"

Mesmerized, you gaze at him in wonder. "Who said anything about me being innocent? I'm not a goody two shoes, I'm different." He looked at you, mildly amused. "Oh yeah? What makes you different?"

"Well, for starters, I know how to go down on my man." You whispered in his ear, moving past him, your hip brushing against his.

You had no time to register when he grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him, his chest colliding against your back. You gasped, turning around to face him, annoyance etched on his face. “What did you say?” he growled, his breath fanning your face.

Smirking, you ran your fingers through his hair, smoothing the crinkle between his eyebrows. “The walls have ears too, you know.” you murmured, stepping closer to him. The rough material of his pants was grazing your thigh, your core throbbing with need now.

Running a finger down his torso, you stopped at the button of his jeans, looking into his eyes, wanting some reaction. Silently, you softly palmed him through his jeans, revelling in the sharp intake of his breath. You looked up at him, for permission to continue, acceptance slowly seeping into his eyes.

Undoing his zipper, you graze your fingers over his boxers, the tent in his underwear causing your core to clench. 

“Can she get you this hard with just one touch?" You softly whispered, running your nose along his. He closed his eyes, his palms closing into a fist. You could feel him mentally warring with his emotions, his body betraying him.

You entangled your lips with his, tugging on his lower lip, as you pulled down his underwear. "I bet she can't do this."

You ran your tongue in one single strip along his length, the tip of your tongue circling around the tip of his member. He moaned softly, his hands undulating, as he tried to stop himself from burying them into your hair. Grinning salaciously, you said, "Answer me, Andy. Can she?"

He gulped, his mouth thinning into a line. "No." He muttered, through gritted teeth. That's just what you wanted to hear. And so you began your amorous assault, taking him in your mouth till he was buried to the hilt. You swirled your tongue, letting your underside work his length. He groaned, his hands finally making their way into your hair, his resolve now fully broken. Bobbing your head around his length, you could feel him slowly thrusting deeper into your mouth.

Suddenly, he pulled you up, throwing you over his shoulder and dropping you unceremoniously onto the bed. Stunned, you were about to retort, but were cut off by his insistent lips. Gathering your wrists in one hand, he tried to tug off your panties, his impatience winning over as he tore them off, the material dangling limply from one of your legs. He circled your nub, his need to be within you ebbing steadily.

Bracing himself on his arms, his fingers locking with yours, he thrust into you in one move, leaving you breathless. His eyes trained onto you, seeing every emotion on your face, spurred him on, as he pounded into you. There was no other way to describe it except frantic coupling. Crossing your ankles, you pushed him deeper, the new angle hitting your front wall, your thighs quivering from the sensory overload. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? To be fucked thoroughly, like a whore?". You gasped, unable to form coherent thoughts, the depth and intensity in his eyes scaring you a bit. "Drop the act, sweetheart. I've seen you in office, swaying those fuckin' hips, batting your eyelashes. Don't act like you didn't want my cock in your pretty pussy, fucking you till you wept."

His words made you feel ashamed but in the deepest, darkest part of your heart, they turned you on like nothing else. They fed your libido, which was already wound tightly around his manhood. This man had you wound around his pinky, but you didn't mind. If that was the cost you had to pay to make him yours, you would pay it.

Pushing your legs up, he let go of your hands to caress your swollen bud. You screamed as the new position left you seeing stars, your legs nearly losing sensation, a warmth seeping through your body. Your silky walls grasped him tightly, to the point where you became one, as he shouted his release. Pulling out, he panted as he glanced at the sight in front of him; your overstimulated lips swollen and wet, messy from your intermingling fluids. He cleaned you up with a wet washcloth as you dozed, leaving as quietly as he could.

You woke up after some time, your limbs and pussy sore, you relishing the ache. You didn't see Andy anywhere, but you did see your clothes neatly kept in a pile at the foot of the bed. You were just about to reach for them when your phone dinged with a message alert. Bemused, you checked and saw it was from Andy.

"See you in office, sweetheart. P.S. Wear a skirt. Don't be late."

Part 2

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stucky fic recs

here are some stucky fic recs! as always, be sure to read the warnings for each fic <3

one shots

finding home | @thedamageofherdays

cap steve x modern bucky

After he is caught in a terrible rainstorm while hiking, Bucky is glad to find shelter at the cottage Steve shares with his daughter and his dog. Bucky ends up finding so much more than just a safe place to spend the night.

x | @dreadlockholiday

steve x bucky

Request: Bucky looking through a glossy magazine and saying something like "God, can you imagine being paid for just looking cute?" And without thought Steve replies, "you'd be a millionaire" and Bucky just blushes furiously while Steve's all like 😳 *oh no, I just said that out loud*

x | @dreadlockholiday (18+)

steve x bucky

Bucky finds his BFF Steve's sketchbook... and it's full of nothing but sketches of Bucky... naked.

sweethearts | @musette22

steve x bucky

Steve confesses his feelings to Bucky using sweethearts

my moon, my man | @musette22 (18+)

steve x bucky (modern au)

AU meet-cute. Strangers on a Train, but with less murder and more sexual tension.

make it till you fake it | AggressiveWhenStartled (AO3)

steve x bucky

“Ned,” Peter said, like a drowning man sighting land. “Ned. Captain America and the Winter Soldier are fake dating right now and it is the most painfully awkward and obvious thing I have ever seen, all of us want to die, Ned.”

things my heart used to know | Nightwing11 (AO3)

steve x bucky

In a world where soulmates can communicate telepathically with their partners, Steve Rogers has always had Bucky Barnes with him, a calming voice in a sea of turmoil. And, when Bucky falls off the train during World War II, Steve experiences deafening silence for the first time.

Now, after crashing a plane in the Arctic to save the world and being frozen for 70 years, Steve’s still trying to figure out how to live without Bucky there. His new friends are trying to help him adjust, to move on. And he thought he was doing better, he really did.

So, why is he suddenly hearing Bucky’s voice again?

catfish | @buckmebxrnes (18+)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Steve Rogers is a famous movie star, known for his role as Captain America. Bucky Barnes is a bored law student who drinks too much wine. Bucky gets on match.com to boost his confidence. What he doesn't expect is a guy using Steve Rogers' pictures on a dating profile. Bucky decides to mess with the guy. After all, what idiot uses Steve Rogers' pictures on a dating site?

Not like it's really him, right? Bucky may need more wine.

let's go have fun | @sebastanbucky

steve x bucky

“Nat wanted me to-” Nat clears her throat and he rolls his eyes. “I wanted to tell you something.” He looks at Steve with a look he hopes says ‘play along’. “Okay. What did you want to tell me?” Bucky has to take a deep breath to keep from laughing again, it helps with his performance as Nat nods encouragingly at him. “I’m gay.” He says, making his voice sound shaky and weak.

the way you came around | sokaless (AO3)

steve x bucky

After a while, Bucky says, “You know, this song sounds like it was written for you.” “That's funny,” Steve remarks. “I chose it because it reminded me of you.” Steve gives Bucky an iPod full of his favourite songs from the 21st century to help him deal with his nightmares. Bucky has a new mission- to find out who Steve is in love with, because there are a few too many unrequited love songs on that iPod.

stuck on you | wearing_tearing (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

“Bucky? You don’t look so hot.”

Bucky makes a tiny little sound in the back of his throat, only to start coughing. Of course he doesn’t look hot. He’s sick and he’s dying and Steve obviously isn’t attracted to him.

you have the place next to my place | justanotherStonyfan (AO3)

cap steve x modern bucky

prompt: “We live in adjacent apartments and our bedrooms are on opposite sides of a very thin wall and one night I heard you crying and talked to you through the wall” AU

Captain America helps the Vet next door.

you’ve got (30) new matches | williamkaplans (AO3)

steve x bucky

When everyone finds out Steve's bi thanks to Bucky's recovering memories, Natasha kicks up her match-making into high gear. Steve has zero luck, but Natasha won't give up, especially when Sam (jokingly) suggests online dating. It isn't long before Steve finds someone, a someone who seems eerily familiar.

perfectly right wrong number | melonbutterfly (AO3)

cap steve x modern bucky

It all starts because Steve is too dumb to handle his smartphone.

A wrong number AU in which Bucky Barnes doesn't enter Steve's life (meaning: Bucky wasn't born until the eighties, but Steve is still Captain America) until Steve accidentally dials the wrong number. Wherein there is a lot of texting, some advice via Natasha and Darcy, a bit of pining, and a first date in an amusement park. Oh, and on top of being a disabled veteran, Bucky is a professional catwalker. Literally.

put your number in my phone | MacksDramaticShenanigans (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Steve tucks his phone back into his pocket and turns back to the computer. He only has to click a few times before he finds the link to the questionnaire and opens it, inputting the participant number before hitting next. The beginnings of the consent form fills the page, and all Steve has left to do now is wait for the participant— one James Barnes, according to the website— to show up.

Thankfully, Steve doesn’t end up having to wait very long. James Barnes shows up ten minutes early and knocks on the door before cracking it open and peeking in.

“Oh, hi,” he says, when he spots Steve sitting at the desk. He pushes the door open all the way and steps into the room just as Steve spins in the chair to face him.

“Um, I’m, uh, a bit early, but I’m here for the decision making study,” James continues, clear blue eyes flickering around the room before landing on Steve again. The skin between his eyebrows crinkles up a little, and god, Steve probably shouldn’t find his uncertainty as cute as he does. “Am I in the right place?”

wouldn’t it be nice | MacksDramaticShenanigans (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

"You are never going to believe what just happened," Bucky bemoans, shaking his head. He's at Steve's side in a moment and doesn't bother to give any warning before he dramatically falls into Steve's lap. Steve just barely manages to save his book from getting squashed.

"What is it?" Steve asks, matching Bucky's dramatic tone. "What am I not going to believe?"

"I just got off the phone with Natasha," he starts. "She cancelled on me!" Bucky throws his arms up, nearly smacking Steve in the face in the process.

Steve carefully places his hand on Bucky's forearm and lowers it away from his face.

"You're kidding," he says, a frown curving onto his lips at the news.

"I wish I was," he sighs. Bucky presses his lips together into a disappointed line and deflates against the back of the couch, slinking down Steve's thighs a little. "Who goes to Coney Island alone? How pathetic is that?"

Steve snorts, earning a glare from Bucky, and pats Bucky's thigh. "Aw, don't be such a sourpuss, Buck," he says. "Who said anything about going alone?"

all jokes aside | darksknight (AO3)

steve x bucky

"Before we know it Banner’s gonna be makin’ insinuations.” (Everyone "jokes" about Steve and Bucky being in a relationship until, eventually, they admit that they are.)

barnes & rogers and the goddamn truth

steve x bucky (teacher au)

There are three well-known facts at Shield High:

1. The history teacher Mr. Barnes is a stone-cold terror, and it’s not even because he only has one arm. 2. The other history teacher, Mr. Rogers, is a mysterious enigma, and it’s something to do with the body of a Greek God and contradicting stories of his past. (They’re all rumours, anyway.) 3. Mr Barnes and Mr Rogers hate each other.

Bucky wouldn’t have it any other way.

in the shadows | DragonWannabe (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky

Five times they thought they were almost caught, one time someone found out, and one time they didn't have to hide.

OR:

Bucky and Steve grew up in a time when people like them went to jail.

single and looking | Jaiden_S (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky

"Bucky held his place with his index finger and turned the magazine over to check the date on the cover. It was brand new, just out this month. An unexpected cord of anxiety tightened in Bucky’s chest. Single and looking? Frantically, he flipped back to the article. What exactly was Steve looking for? According to the article, Steve’s dream girl should be intelligent, altruistic, well-versed in current events and have a wicked sense of humor. Oh, and he had a thing for high heels and red lipstick. Bucky’s stomach churned as he re-read the article. Was that really what Steve wanted? Make-up and stilettos?"

A slightly sappy tale of two utterly besotted super-soldiers who excel at miscommunication.

these american dreams (ain’t no white picket fences left for me) | kariye (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky

In which Bucky has a house, a dog, an herb garden, and a serious case of insomnia. Welcome to Havensport, Indiana (population 8,294), where Tom’s Neighborhood Grocer stays open all night, little old ladies call the car shop to get their refrigerators repaired, and the heat of summer days and the length of summer nights can make you think that this perfect world will last forever.

i’ve been careless with a delicate man | paraxdisepink (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky

Steve lets SHIELD think he and Bucky were boyfriends so they’ll let him see the Winter Soldier in medical.

knock on wood | 74days (AO3) 

steve x bucky (modern au)

Steve Rogers lives a quiet, steady life, until his next door neighbour moves in and starts having incredibly energetic sex every night. All Steve wants is for him to move his bed away from the wall so the damn headboard doesn't knock a hole through his wall.

progressively bigger keys | spinawren (AO3)

steve x bucky

“A very little key will open a very heavy door.” ― Charles Dickens, Hunted Down

Steve and Bucky, it appears, have less need for a key and more use for a battering ram in trying to come out of the closet.

(The one where Steve tries to do one thing (one thing!) without causing a national ruckus, but the press are determined to see Bucky as Steve's best friend. And nothing more.)

stucky discover gay rights | Alicia_Borealis (AO3)

steve x bucky

“Then, why-” Steve stopped himself and looked at Bucky, who had tears rolling freely down his cheeks. “We’re- we’re not sick?”

“Wait, what?” Tony asked.

“Being a homosexual, it isn’t… wrong?”

-

The story of how Steve Roger's loved and lost Bucky, then how he got him back and then how he realised he was allowed to love him after all.

thursday nights with bucky barnes | Ellessey (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Steve has a comfortable, well-worn routine for his Thursday nights, until the old man who runs the laundromat breaks his hip.

Then Steve has Bucky instead.

to seek a nood-er world | jehans (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky

Send noodz

Steve has been staring at his phone for the last six minutes, eyes narrowed so much they’re almost closed at this point, trying to figure out what the hell Bucky means. Noodz? What the fuck are noodz?

Listen, Steve is at least marginally aware of modern pop culture. He’s heard of nudes — not that nudes are exactly a modern invention; artists have been creating them for millennia — and he does know that people tend to misspell words to be cute or funny. They did that when he was young, too. Because time is a flat circle, apparently.

But, wait—does that mean…?

No. Not possible. Bucky isn’t asking Steve to send him…nudes.

Right?

tied ‘round your throat | sleepypercy (AO3) (18+)

police officer steve x serial killer bucky

Steve's a small-town police officer trying to track a serial killer who's been in Steve's bed the whole time.

much tattoo about nothing | Deisderium (AO3) (18+)

cap steve x modern bucky

Steve Rogers gets a lot of email requests, but never one like this: James Barnes wants to use his healing factor to practice tattoos.

Turns out tattoos give Steve boners.

the perfect man | Ellessey (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Setting up a dating profile is decidedly not in Bucky's skill-set, but against all odds he manages to connect with someone who makes the one-night stand he thought he wanted feel like not nearly enough.

kiss me and take off your clothes | steveandbucky (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Steve Rogers is dared to send a dick pic to a blog which critiques dick pics (run by none other than Bucky Barnes). Hilarity ensues.

i can’t dare to dream about you anymore | steveandbucky (AO3) 

steve x bucky (modern au)

Steve considers himself to be a pretty open-minded guy, which is why he can't quite understand why he feels so uncomfortable whenever he sees his gay roommate kissing guys. He's not homophobic, but how else can he explain the way his stomach twists at the sight?

It takes him a while to catch on.

exam room b | steveandbucky (AO3)

modern steve x nurse bucky

“Wait, what do you mean he asked for me?”

“He asked if the cute male nurse with the ponytail was working today. I assume he meant you.”

kickstart my heart | Kalee60 (AO3) (18+)

doctor steve x modern bucky

Bucky’s Wednesday wasn’t off to a great start. Not only did he wake up in a hospital with his annoyed best friend staring down at him, his treating Doctor just happened to be way too familiar, and the reason for that was slightly mortifying.

With misunderstandings in the air, a snarky nurse who is a pain in his butt and the ugliest neck brace known to man attached to his body. There was no way his Wednesday was ever going to improve. Could it?

you make me feel.. | kalika_999 (AO3) (18+)

cap steve x modern bucky

All Steve wanted was to take a breather, decompress after a mission and go out for a jog in the rain. He wasn't expecting to hide out in a bookstore filled with new and used books or that the employee that worked there thought he was an absolute loser and didn't even realize he was insulting Captain America.

nothing in the world that could stop it | rainbow_nerds (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Bucky just wanted to send his best friend a picture of his cat being an idiot while he was taking a bath. Was it really his fault for forgetting the full length mirror right opposite the tub?

rescue me and hold me in your arms | 74days (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Bucky is on the worst date of his life, and what he really needs of for this waitress to get the message he's sending her with his mind to rescue him. She doesn't, but she does send someone to extract him from a night of torture...

odd ways | peterbparker (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

“And it would have been an amazing night with my son if he wasn’t distracted by the hot guy on the other side of the room,” Sarah sighed, shaking her head. “He’s been looking over at you for the past fifteen minutes.”

Bucky choked on the mouthful of beer he had just taken.

“What?” he croaked. Things were starting to make a little more sense now.

“Right?” Sarah said, waving her hand towards her son. “He completely ignored my garden stories because he’s been making eyes at you so I decided to come over and introduce myself.”

series

rare is this love (keep it covered) | @musette22 (18+)

cap steve x modern bucky

It’s 2014. Captain America has been out of the ice for three years and is trudging along, saving the world and trying to get used to living in the future. Steve thinks he knows how the rest of his life is going to pan out – a life of duty, which he chose when he signed up to be Erskine’s science experiment. But then, he meets Bucky Barnes: the out-of-this-world-gorgeous mechanic and war vet, who turns Steve’s life upside down and makes him question everything he thought he knew. Slowly, Steve comes to realize there is more to life than duty and punching Nazis. Just one problem though: how on earth does a 96-year-old virgin who only just realized he may not be entirely straight make the transition from crush to relationship? Cue healthy amounts of self-doubt, awkward flirting, pretty blushing, existential crises, emotional growth, and maybe, possibly, a sexual awakening.

coming up easy | @musette22 (18+)

steve x bucky (modern au)

“Listen, I was just thinking,” Steve says, his face open, eyebrows raised in a tentatively hopeful expression. “Why don’t you come stay at my place for a while? I’ve got an office that I barely use, and a change of scenery might do you good, right? Help you beat that writer’s block?” With a crooked smile, he adds, “I promise I’m not a serial killer.”

While Bucky would normally crack a joke about how that’s exactly what a serial killer would say, right now, all he can do is blink at Steve in surprise, heart tripping over itself in his chest. Steve wants him to come and stay at his place. In Massachusetts. Just the two of them.

"Oh," Bucky croaks. "I- Wow."

“I mean, no pressure,” Steve says hastily. “Totally fine if you don’t wanna. I just thought I’d offer, in case it might help, y’know?”

“Yeah.” Bucky ignores the little voice in his head that sounds an awful lot Nat and Becca, telling him he’s setting himself up for heartbreak. “I mean, if you’re sure, that would be amazing.”

4 minute window | @cesperanza

steve x bucky

"Look, if they catch me," Bucky muttered, "they're either going to kill me or they're going to put me in a box with a little window and—Steve, I can't."

swapped | writeonclara (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

if u wanted my number u couldve just asked

u didnt have to steal my whole phone ;)

Steve stared down at his phone, confused. He didn't recognize the number – except, oh wait, he really did. That was his number. On his phone.

He flipped the phone over, then slid one hand down his face. Not his phone.

“Fuck,” he muttered.

[stupid fucking] brooklyn hipster bros | relenaflanel (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Bucky's mother gives him an ultimatum. Bucky doesn't respond well.

All Barneses are stubborn assholes, Steve observes, as though he doesn't see the irony of calling someone else stubborn. Or an asshole.

And Bucky can't even deny he is a total asshole for lying to his mother about dating Steve just so he doesn't have to bring someone else to her wedding, but damn if he's not going to give the lie everything he has.

brought to brightness | eyres (AO3)

cap steve x modern bucky

Army veteran Bucky Barnes has fallen in love with Steve, a guy he met online a few months after he returned from Afghanistan. Only problem is, he doesn't know Steve's last name or even what he looks like.

When his sister helps him send his story into MTV's Catfish, he's hoping they can help him meet Steve or, at least, let him move on with his life if Steve isn't real. Little does he know, Steve and Captain America have more in common than just a first name.

slide to answer | relenaflanel (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

"What do I do?” Steve appealed into the phone. “I’m freaking out.”

There was silence on the other end of the line. It lasted so long that Steve pulled the receiver away from his ear and frowned at it. Pay phones were old. Maybe this one wasn’t working despite the obvious dial tone when he picked up.

“Ok,” a stranger’s voice said over the phone. “First acknowledge the fact that you dialed the wrong number, but be quick about it because my cab is a few blocks away from my own plans and I’m about to drop some truth bombs on you.”

how to woo the winter soldier | writeonclara (AO3)

steve x bucky

“I think I’m ready to date again,” Steve said.

“What,” Natasha said.

“What?” Clint said, lowering his binoculars. He blinked at the dumbstruck look on the Captain’s face, then followed his gaze to where he was staring dopily at—at the Winter fucking Soldier.

“Steve, no,” Clint groaned.

Or: Steve courts the Winter Soldier.

all these things that i’ve done | @not-withoutyou 

steve x bucky

Steve was the patron saint of waiting too long. Bucky was atoning for his sins. Maybe they’d both been forsaken, abandoned by the light. Maybe they’d find a way back to each other again.

Post civil war, if things had gone differently.

find a way (to make it back home) | belwrites (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky (college au)

Fresh off a year abroad, Head Resident Assistant Steve Rogers finds his senior year of college to be full of changes, and he's not just talking about the growth spurt. He's more concerned with the fact that his best friend...isn't talking to him? Is dating his ex? May or may not be missing an arm?

In which Steve has no fucking clue what's going on, but he's trying, Bucky learns how to communicate with his best friend again, and everyone quietly panics about the future.

is it pretending if i already want you? | OhCaptainMyCaptain (AO3) (18+)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Based on prompt: Pretend Boyfriends AU where one of their families is always wondering why they're never in a relationship, so the other offers to pretend to be their boyfriend for some family event

the roommate | layersofart, Niitza (AO3)

cap steve x modern bucky

In which Steven G. Rogers, a.k.a. Captain America, gets a roommate. Who rapidly turns into his "roommate"—in the euphemistic sense of the word.

It takes SHIELD and the rest of the Avengers an absurd amount of time to notice.

dear mr. postman | odetteandodile (AO3)

steve x bucky (modern au)

Steve and Bucky revive an old friendship, get married (but totally just as friends, for reasons), and navigate a few of the many trials of the heart that come with falling in love with your best friend.

fate will play us out | steveandbucky (AO3) (18+)

cap steve x modern bucky

Bucky has landed himself a job with Stark Industries. He doesn't know yet that the job is actually being the PR manager for the Avengers.

Bucky has also started dating Steve Rogers. He also doesn't know yet that Steve is Captain America.

Bucky's life is about to get a whole lot more exciting.

the avengers hate club | notebooksandlaptops (AO3)

pop star steve x modern bucky

Bucky falls hopelessly for Steve and starts an Avengers hate club with the lead singer of the Avengers.

songbird | chicklette (AO3) (18+)

modern steve x musician bucky

At 43, James Barnes is a washed up old man. He’s got a dozen Grammys in the hall closet, an agent that can’t get him a deal, a decade-old case of writer’s block, a moody teen-aged daughter, and the gorgeous actress Natasha Romanova for an ex-wife. Well, one of them anyway. He’s a man who’s given up on finding joy in his life, and if it wasn’t for his kid, he’d have probably found a way to quit the world a long time ago.

Enter Steven Grant Rogers, struggling twenty-something, orphan, and someone who has no idea who Barnes is, other than some musician his mom liked a lot. The two men meet by accident, doing nothing more than passing the time in a quiet bar. But when a pap gets a shot of the two men embracing, Bucky takes it as a chance to finally come out as bisexual, and his agent makes him a proposition: Ten new songs and one very sweet boyfriend will get him a new record deal that will maybe, just maybe put him back on top.

Now all he has to do is write the songs, convince the kid, and not fall in love. Should be easy, right?

the right partner | LeeHan (AO3) (18+)

cap steve x ws bucky

Steve meets a beautiful man with a bright laugh on a sunny day in Italy. Captain America meets the elusive Winter Soldier moments later.

Date Bucky Barnes. Defeat the Winter Soldier. Bring down Hydra. How hard could it be?

[chris-evans-indian-fanfic]

Lifetimes

Chapter 1

Description- Chris wakes you up at night to escape, or so you think. 

This one-shot is for the second weekly challenge set by @donutloverxo and her friends! For this week, the fic is inspired by the prompt - “Let’s get out of here.” Check out the list of prompts here

Warning - Horror, mutilation, Dark!Steve

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You saw Chris' message flash across the screen- Still at the party. Will be late. Go to sleep baby. I will join you later 😉

Keeping the phone on the bedside table, you sighed. You were hoping to cuddle Chris as you slept, especially since the last few nights had been strange… to say the least.

Chris was the last person on earth to believe in paranormal activity, but you were sure something weird was going on in the house. It started with you spotting fleeting shadows across the rooms which made you feel uneasy. Then, lately, you had started feeling as if someone was dragging you away from Chris as you both slept together. One night, you swore you felt a hand creep up on your waist, pulling you towards the edge of the bed. At first, you had frozen with fear, but then, you had screamed and flailed your limbs, waking up Chris. Even though he had managed to calm you down, he had dismissed your concerns, simply stating, "It was a nightmare baby."

As you settled in for the night, you sent a silent prayer to the lord above to keep you safe till Chris' return. Closing your eyes, you hoped for sleep to come early.

...

"Honey," you heard the slightest whisper of your despised nickname, "wake up. We gotta go." You groan in response, your head still filled with sleep. "C'mon wake up. Let's go," urged your boyfriend's voice. 

"Chris can't this wait?" you grumbled, irritated. "No honey it can't," he whispered back. "Stop calling me that. You know I hate that nickname," you huffed waking up. Rubbing your eyes, you tried to find your mobile in the dim light of the room. As you reached for the light switch, Chris' pale, cold hand held yours, "We don't need the light."

"But I need my phone, and to find it I..." "You don't need your mobile," Chris interrupted you, "Let's get out of here," he whispered, his tone urgent.

"What's going on Chris? You sound upset," voicing your concern, you stood up, raising your hands as if to hug him. He jerked backwards, then headed for the door, "You were right. There's something unusual going on here. We have to escape. Now."

You noted the urgency in his voice as a dull, heavy weight settled in your stomach. Unwilling to further question him, you donned your jacket and followed him. 

Chris was already in the garage as you tried to keep up with him. Before you left the house, you heard the soft buzzing of your mobile from somewhere nearby. That's strange, you had kept your phone on the bedside table before going to sleep. Shuffling a few cushions around, you saw your mobile hidden deep in the crack between the sofa cushions. 

honk honk "C'MON! LET'S GO!" You jumped at Chris's loud exclamation. "But my phone…" you tried to tell him weakly. "FUCK YOUR GODDAMN PHONE. LET'S JUST FUCKING GET OUT OF HERE!"

Your entire body started shaking uncontrollably. You had seen Chris in bad moods, but none as hysterical as now. Luckily, your fingers pried the device free just in time as you heard his car door shut with a slam. 

Hiding the mobile in your pyjama pocket, you half ran, half stumbled towards the garage in the darkness. You could make out Chris' fuming outline next to the car as you tried to find the door he held open for you. Strangely enough, he wanted you to sit behind the driver's seat, instead of besides him as usual. But again, you chose not to question him.

The car's engine came to life as he started driving. After a while, you gathered enough courage to ask him, "Wh-what happened Chris?" He didn't reply, instead, he increased the speed of the car to almost 100/kmph.

You tried again, "Chris pl-please, tell me wh-what's going o-on? I-I am sc-scared... Pl-please." Still no reaction. Sobbing, you kept your hand on his shoulder, seeking comfort. With a soft gasp, you withdrew your hand as soon as it had touched him. Chris' shoulder was ice-cold. "Ch-chris?" "Shut-up and keep your head down," came the harsh command.

A warning bell rang at the back of your mind. Chris' voice sounded… different. It was strained, cracked, almost as if he was faking it. But this was your Chris, right? He seemed familiar. As you tried to see his reflection, his voice boomed in the car again, "I TOLD YOU TO KEEP YOUR HEAD DOWN!!" You jumped on your seat, your heart beating in your throat as you followed his instruction, praying for this nightmare to end soon.

Long, agonising moments later, the car finally came to a stop. "Do you see the edge of that cliff? Go there and wait for me." You nodded and stepped out of the car. Before you could turn to take a look at him, Chris had already sped up ahead.

You pulled your jacket closer as you stepped towards the edge, the chilly midnight air nipping at your skin. You looked down, seeing nothing but the smooth stone of the cliff disappearing right beneath you. Glancing around the isolated mountain road, you hoped to catch a glimpse of Chris. Soon, you saw headlights facing the edge of the road. Clouds cleared in the sky and light from the full moon bounced off the asphalt road as you watched on. You could make out the faint outline of the car as it neared the edge, coming too close. Before you could utter a word, the car went over the threshold and down the cliff. The sound of crashing metal deafening in your ears. 

You placed a hand on your mouth, swallowing your scream, too afraid to make a sound in the still night.

The buzzing phone in your pocket demanded your attention. Maybe you could call for help? With trembling hands, you fished the device from your pocket, and saw Chris' face on the screen. Accepting the video call, your heart sank as you saw Chris, still at the party. "I am so so sorry babe! The party is still going on. I promise you I will come… Where are you babe? Why aren't you at home?" your boyfriend stared at you in confusion. "Ch-chris, he-help m-me," you stammered.

His eyes widened at your terrified state, "Baby where are you? Tell me. I will come and pick you up right now. Baby? Talk to me." 

"He-help," you could only manage between sobs. Even though your mind willed you to move, to speak, you were frozen on the spot. You knew it was too late.

"Honey?" That same cracked voice spoke, he spoke. 

"Who's that behind you? Baby talk to me. Who's tha… Holy fuck! Run y/n!! Y/N! Are you listening to me? RUN!"

He grabbed your phone and crushed it in his palm. Chris' last words hung in the air as you finally looked at your kidnapper.

His electric-blue eyes were wide with lunacy as the corner of his lips turned upwards in a sneer. The dirty blonde hair and muscular physique just added to his terrifying persona. But it was the gruesome, deep scar that ran across his sunken left cheek, that made your blood curdle with fear. 

Instinctively, you tried to take a step back, almost losing your balance at the edge of the cliff.

"Wh-who a-are…?" you tried to ask, but your trembling body failed you.

"Who am I? What am I doing here? What do I want? That's what you want to know right?" he asked in a mocking tone, shifting his weight from one leg to another, "WHO AM I? WHAT AM I DOING HERE? WHAT DO I WANT?!" 

You flinched as he suddenly raised his voice.

"Ooooooo you think I am unstable now don't you?!" his sing-song voice was back, "Eh? DON'T YOU?!!!"  

Tears spilled on your cheeks. You didn't want to die, not right now, not like this. 

"Aawww don't cry. Don't cry. Honey shouldn't cry. We love honey don't we? Don't cry. I SAID DON'T CRY!!" 

A squeak escaped your lips at the sudden change in his tone. 

"Centuries! It's been centuries now! Everytime I get the same reaction. Every. Fucking. Time! Do I deserve it? No! Never did. Look at this," he pointed towards the scar on his cheek, "You gave this to me in 1933. Same thing then. Didn't love me. Wanted me to leave. Honey forgets me every time. Every time," he said slowly, looking down, shaking his head.

1933? You weren't even born then. Bringing your jacket closer, you tried to control your sobs and reason with him. "I-I can g-get he-help for y-you. Pl-please mis-mister just let m-me g-go. I pr-promise I..."

"YOU PROMISE?!" his voice boomed, "You promised me immortality, and look where it got me!"

Bringing his fingers together, he slouched his shoulders and tried to imitate in a girlish voice, "Your Highness Steve, please trust me. Drink this elixir and you will become immortal forever. Think of all the kingdoms you can rule. You will be the sole emperor of the world! Noting will kill you! I promise."

Regaining his posture, he screamed at her, "I LOST EVERYTHING! MY KINGDOM, MY WEALTH, MY PEOPLE!! EVERY. SINGLE. FUCKING. THING! AND YOU," he held her by her throat, "You, my honey, had the privilege to die in every single lifetime."

You tried to feebly fight him as he tightened his grip on your throat and lifted you off the ground, "So now tell me, my Queen, my honey, can you make me mortal?"

Your eyes widened in response. "No? Hhmmm. I guessed as much," he tossed you aside as if suddenly uninterested, "Then it's time to join your ranks."

You tried to scurry away, but the sight in front of you stopped you dead in your tracks. You saw hands reaching above, from the other side of the cliff. Multiple sets of hands came into view as they gripped the edge of the cliff, with women hauling themselves onto the ground. These women were neither dead, nor alive, but all of them sported horrible injuries on their bodies. Some had their heads bashed in, others had their limbs cut off, a few were stabbed or shot, but all of them looked at you with fierce intensity. As they stumbled to form a circle around you and Steve, you realised that these women looked a lot like you, only they wore clothes from different eras in time. 

You felt numb, there was no way you would escape this. 

Looking at Steve, you tried to plead with him one last time, "I am so-sorry. Pl-please forgive me."

He laughed humorlessly, "You always end up apologising." 

Crouching besides you, he tucked a strand of hair behind your ears, the action sending a chill up your spine. "I like your face in this lifetime, maybe I will keep it for myself… hhmmm… Must keep Honey's face for myself. All for us. Only for me…" He kept muttering to himself as he unsheathed his knife. 

To your horror, he cut a deep cut right before your ears and started peeling your skin with his knife. 

The full moon stood witness to your pain as you finally breathed your last, and joined the ranks.

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Chapter 2

[dast218]

Days that turned into months and eventually years - Pt 4

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3

** I see Damian as cold, at times irrational and a type that won’t think straight after years of being essentially lied to. (He definitely possess hidden love and kindness as well)

I was debating on whether or not to post this but here goes nothing - DLDR

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Marinette felt numb. Thoughts were uncontrollably rushing through her mind without any direct path. It had to be a dream, it just had too. Right? Her mind is playing tricks with her. No way is that actually Damian. No way would her lover be standing at arms reach. If she dared to stretch out would his form evaporate into thin air? She wanted to test out her theory but at the same time was too afraid to let go of the possibility of him being here, even if it was just a fluke.  

Memories were rapidly flashing, hitting her senses hard. Moments of happy times spent together, days of cuddling in bed, late night adventures, playful bantering with the Waynes, family pranks and their last fight. A feeling of failure suddenly hit her like a train wreck. The dark-haired women couldn’t move, as in the background she saw the faces of those who she cherished  judging her for not fighting harder, mocking her weak attempts of escaping and laughing at her current predicament. What kind of hero does it make Ladybug if she can’t even protect herself? Marinette felt herself shrinking. 

On the other side of the door Damian wasn’t doing any better. He just stared at the doorway, without exhibiting any clear emotion. His face was pale. Was Marinette’s ghost hunting him? But why does it feel so real? Is it really her? He wasn’t able to catch a single clear thought as the reality was crashing into him. What was he supposed to do when someone who he accepted as dead was standing in real flesh and soul right across from him? His body and mind felt hopeless as no answer arose.       

Both of the adults were desperately stuck in their minds until a small and gentle voice  interrupted. As Damian looked down he saw a girl slightly younger than Thomas tugging Marinette’s long sleeves. The resemblance between the two was disturbingly transparent. The young child’s long dark hair was tied into a high ponytail, her blue eyes were glistening with concern as her darker skin complexion was elicited by the setting sun.  

“Mom you ok? Father asked me to come check”

Marinette visibility paled but kept her composure with a soft “I am fine go back inside” 

That short exchange stopped Damian dead in his steps once again. Did he just hear mom and dad come out of the mouth of the girl who looks almost exactly like Marinette? FATHER?! Before his mind was able to spiral down into the deep hole of misery and confusion a new figure stepped into the frame. 

A well dressed, dark haired man with a seemingly gentle smile walked up to the entrance. At his arrival he wrapped his arms around Marinette and kissed her on the cheeks without receiving any response. Marinette stood there lost in thought. Holding up his free hand he announced his presence.   

“Good evening Mr. Wayne its a pleasure meeting my new business partner. I am Andrew Dobronski and this is my wife Mrs. Dobronski.”   

Mr. Dobronski pointing and calling Marinette his wife was the last straw. Damian saw red. He lived through all these years of grieving, all these years of trying to think positively, all these years of telling Thomas that his mother loves him and is watching from heaven just to witness her finding someone else. What kind of stupid game is the universe playing? His wife, his goddamn wife is standing with some stranger wrapped around her ALIVE! Could he still call her his wife, after all it looks like she married again to some richass billionaire. Was the kidnapping just for show? Couldn’t she just tell him off like a normal human being? Damian couldn’t. His emotions were running wild, screaming to escape. Built up rage and the remains of the Lazarus Pit magic were arguing with his soul to be let out. Inside he was fighting to remain in control.

Damian might have won the battle, walked back peacefully and took his time to rethink his feelings like he had learned to do over the past years if it hadn’t been for the slick comment of the billionaire. In the near future he would regret his words. 

“Mr. Wayne is everything alright? I hope that my wife hasn’t offended you while I was busy inside.” 

Something in Damian snapped and everything exploded. Looking directly at Marinette his inner thoughts released in a high range fury.  

Marinette felt the urge to fight back but as she opened her mouth the hands around her tightened. The billionaire's nails dug into her skin as she fought the impulse to grin in pain. There was a clear and silent message: Don’t you dare say anything if you know what's better for you. In return Marinette stared at the rose bush outside, trying and failing to cancel out Damian’s voice. Her inter thoughts kept reminding her that she deserved his wrath after abandoning their son at the mere age of one. 

If Damian was more observant and in full control of his emotions, he might have noticed their interaction and figured out what was happening much earlier.  

They stood there one screaming, one looking away and the other slightly smirking for what felt like hours.

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In a venom filled voice Damian stated, “I am done here. Good night.” 

As Damian was walking away, he came to an abrupt stop when Mr. Dobronski called out. Looking back he saw the billionaire approaching him leaving behind a stunned Marinette. 

“Now that you have taken care of your personal business can we discuss the business accept of your trip. This partnership is especially important for the International Wayne Industry.” 

Damian stared dumbfounded. This guy really thinks that I care right now. I want to get out of here.

“I have some errands to run… You can contact one of my brothers to fill in my spot.” 

“Very well.” 

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Leaning back on the door, Marinette closed her eyes and shrugged into herself as she was trying to hold back the tears that were about to spill. ‘Hold it in, you already did it so many times. Keep it up. Don’t show a sign of weakness, don’t allow him to win.’ She kept repeating the rehearsed speech to herself while trying to calm down.

Pushing all her emotions aside she reluctantly looked up just to be directly facing a smirking billionaire.  

“You invited him on purpose” 

“So I see you liked my surprise. How it is like losing the last person you cared about, someone who was supposed to love you till the end.” 

Marinette deflated with that punch to her heart but picked herself up quickly. Stepping aside she started moving away from the older man and suddenly felt a strong force pushing her back. He grabbed her hands, slammed her body on the rigid wall and held her hands above her head. 

“Now listen to me little lady. Under my roof you are going to look at me when I speak and wait until I give you permission to walk away. Do I make myself clear” Receiving a small node he continued, “I hope that after Mr. Wayne’s lovely speech which might I add had gone a hundred times better than expected, you will get your head out of the gutter. Now I thought you had plans for later tonight, better start getting everything ready.”       

Rubbing her left wrist Marinette followed him deeper into the mansion.   

Its better not to get Damian or his family involved in this. Just let it go Marinette, its for the best. There's no say what Andrew and the rest would do to them.

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Sorry not sorry. In the plot’s defense, Damian had a lot of built up emotions and was in big shock. The kiss and word wife triggered it all to explode. And Marinette isn’t in the best headspace right now. 

Damian had a chance to split his heart out, so now it's only fair that Marinette has the same. It's been awhile since she was able to yell at someone. (Possible next chapter spoiler).  

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[justjen523]

Save You

Saeran x MC, 

Rating E (18+)

Chapter 5 

“Don’t you fucking dare call me brother! I hate you!”

“Saeran!” I was horrified at the situation. This was almost too much for me to bear. Seven was Saeran’s brother? Then they were fighting each other this entire time? Did they know? What happened for things to end up this way?

“Saeran.”

“YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO SAY MY NAME! NOT AFTER EVERYTHING YOU’VE DONE!” Seven looked on the verge of tears, Saeran was shaking. It wasn’t my place to get involved but I couldn’t just stand by and watch them destroy each other. There had to be a way to reconcile them though at the moment it didn’t seem like anything was going to happen other than bloodshed. Saeran needed time to cool off and think. 

“Seven, I think ma-”

“His name’s not Seven! It’s Saeyoung. Big surprise you’d lie to her too. Is that all you’re good for? Lying to everyone that gives a shit about you?! Oh and apparently abandoning them, let’s not forget that one. You even walked out on her too I see...”

“SAERAN! THAT IS ENOUGH!” Ugh. I really didn’t mean to yell like that especially seeing him instantly recoil. I couldn’t stand it though, it was all a misunderstanding. It had to be. Brothers shouldn’t fight like this. They shouldn’t hate each other. 

“I-I’m sorry, Saeran. I didn’t mean to yell like that. Just...please don’t say such cruel things. Please. You’ve suffered enough. I don’t want to see you in anymore pain.”

“T-Then he should have never come here! Why are you even here?!” This was a disaster I never saw coming.

“He helped me save your life.” I offered as gently as I could. I watched his eyes soften a moment, then the wall was instantly back up.

“Yeah? And what’s your angle Saeyoung, huh? You planning on using _____ this time?”

“I would never! It’s one thing to be angry with me for what happened to you but don’t you dare accuse me of ever doing anything to hurt her. On the contrary brother, I have been the one protecting and keeping her safe all this time.”

“I sure as hell doubt it’s out of the kindness of your heart seeing as you haven’t one.”

“Saeran! Please! Lie down and rest before you re-injure yourself! I’ll be with you in a moment. If you know what’s good for you mister you had better be a lot calmer when I come back in this room.” I didn’t allow room for discussion and pulled Seven out of the room by his hand till we were out of view and ear range.

“Seven? I....I seriously...don’t even know what to say right now.” 

“Ahh...nooo...don’t cry. It’s a...very long and complicated story. One I will gladly tell but not right now. He needs you.” He held me against his chest to soothe me, his hand gently stroking my hair.

“At least answer me one thing Seven.”

“Seeing as you know now, you can call me by my real name, Saeyoung.”

“Saeyoung, you still love your brother right?” I heard him exhale and chuckle.

“Of course I love him, how could I not? He is me and I am him.” Confused by that riddle I looked at him questioningly.

“______. Saeran is my twin brother.” My eyes widened as I stared at him in wonder. Saeran and Seven are twins? 

“Wait like...fraternal twins?” Seven smiled sweetly but shook his head.

“No way....you two are...identical? But....you look so different to me!”

“Of course we do. You’re in love with my brother so naturally you are going to see him differently.”

“That’s not what I meant!”

“Haha shhh I know. I’m teasing you of course.”

“I’m so confused...I have so many questions. I feel so incredibly sad for some reason.” I just hug Seven trying somehow to absorb his pain. If I could take it away for both of them I would.

“____. Thank you. For everything. Things will work out, I just know it. For now the best thing you can do is just love him enough for both of us. I’m sure he’s just as confused as you are. Even I have questions but like I said, that’s for another time.”

“You’re not going to leave again are you?” He smiles gently at me before taking a deep breath.

“No. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be right here okay?”

“Okay but, where will you sleep?”

“Sleep is inconsequential to god seven!”

“...you need to sleep, Saeyoung.” He sighs showing defeat.

“No need to worry about me, there is a couch if I get tired okay?” I just smile and nod feeling relieved that we will all be sleeping under the same roof tonight.

“Now ______, go take care of my little brother. He’s probably thinking the worst right now.”

“Don’t worry, I know how to handle Saeran.....by the way what’s your last name?”  With a sigh and a defeated smile he answers.

“Choi.”

“Well then, I know exactly how to handle Saeran Choi.”

“I’m sure you do. He really is lucky to have you ______.” 

“Thanks, Saeyoung.” I give him my warmest grin before turning to head back into the bedroom.

“______?” 

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.”

“What for?”

“For loving my baby brother.”

“Always.”

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I slowly pulled the door closed behind me listening to it click it into place. A surly looking Saeran sat with his arms crossed just staring daggers at me.

“Hi?”

“Hi?”

“Okaaaaay. So....where to start...”

“How about with the part where you’ve been all buddy buddy with my asshole brother!”

“Saeran Choi! Do not speak to me that way or are you so angry you’ve forgotten who I am?” He was fuming. I could practically see the steam rising into the air above his head. He crossed his arms tighter and just as I predicted, caused himself to wince at the injuries that still had not yet finished healing.

“I hate him ______. I have spent every night dreaming of how to bring him to ruin and in he walks like a goddamn celebrity or something and you his biggest fan.”

“Honestly, why are you so bull headed sometimes? Seven and I are just friends.”

“His name is Saeyoung.”

“Yeah, so I’ve been told. It doesn’t change the fact that I have gotten used to calling him Seven so it may take a while.”

“How long have you been “friends”?”

“What’s with the “friends” gesture?”

“Saeyoung have friends? Yeah right...”

“Are you accusing me of fucking your brother?” 

“N-No! But...I don’t know. All of this is...annoying. Why can’t he just leave me alone without always finding a way to ruin my life?”

“What is he ruining right now?”

“My time with you! These have been the happiest weeks of my life but like a fucking parasite he just had to show up and suck away the joy!”

“Saeran. I know you are hurting and have been damaged by your past. I’m not even going to try and fathom what you must be going through right now. However, I promised you I would be here by your side always and here I am. Nothing is being taken away from you that we’ve had these last few weeks.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“No? Why?”

“Because how can I possibly enjoy anything at all when I know he’s in the next room?!”

“You can’t enjoy just being here with me right now?”

“Like I said it’s not that sim-” I drop my loose fitting shirt to the floor and unhook my bra allowing my breasts freedom to taste the cool night air now sifting in through the open window.

“-ple.....” His ears and cheeks flush but he can’t seem to look away.

“Yes?”

“uh......huh?”

“You were saying?” I slowly make my way towards him on the bed smirking when he swallows thickly. 

“I-I.....was saying...” I carefully swing my leg over his lap and gently set myself down. His pupils dilate and stare into mine waiting for me to explain what is happening here which I find all too precious and innocently beautiful. 

“Have you never touched a woman’s breasts before?” A jagged sigh escapes his trembling lips.

“N-No...I’ve only seen them once...through a screen.” What a truly pure creature. I smile at him warmly.

“Would you like to touch them?” 

“C-Can I? Is that.....”I tenderly grab each hand in mine and slowly place one on each breast before removing mine. The moment our skin touches he lets out a sweet moan.

“T-They’re.....so warm.” I can’t hold myself back any longer and press my lips against his. Tenderly at first but it turns passionate quickly awakening the growing hunger within. I can feel his hardness trapped between my legs and as much as I would love for tonight to be the night, he still isn’t quite ready. That in no way means I can’t have a little fun.

Slowly and cautiously I pull myself between his legs and lie down on my stomach. Freeing him from the cloth barrier his erection stands tall and proud, ready to be claimed. However, when our eyes meet, there is fear and hesitation.

“Saeran? What’s wrong? Is this too much? Am I going too fast?”

“N-No.....it’s just.....I...don’t know....what I’m supposed to do..”

“Do? Nothing sweetheart. Simply sit back and enjoy yourself.”

“B-But what’s going to happen? I don’t....” This was not something I was prepared for but definitely excited about none the less. 

“Saeran....have you never....?”

“N-Never what?” Oh my....this poor boy. Well this won’t take long at all, bummer but how exciting to be the one who gets to bring it to him for the first time.

Keeping my eyes locked on his I go in without teasing or hesitation. I know this is going to be intense for him and I don’t want to tease. I want him to enjoy the sensation before it happens. 

I put as much of him as I am able to fit in my mouth before tightly pulling my lips and tongue up his shaft. A strangled cry of ecstasy pierces the silence and I can’t help smiling. Swirling my tongue around the tip, I continue to pull my mouth up and down listening to the labored breathing and string of obscenities pouring from his mouth for several moments before we reach the finale. 

“Oh god...Oh god....Oh fuck....fuck.....” Yes baby, that’s it. Now just let go. 

“UNHHHH!.....UNNNNNH.....AHHNNNN......NNNMMMM......Oh shit!......Oh fuck! .....oh my god....oh my god....” Delicious creamy white strands filled my mouth and I drank them down greedily. The purity and innocence still coating my tongue even after several swallows. Sweat trickled down his brow as his entire body quaked in post orgasmic bliss. 

He gently collapsed onto his back, his head against the pillow still struggling for air. I wiped my mouth and crawled over to his side and layed beside him, gently stroking his hair. We stayed that way for a while, no words were needed. 

“________?”

“Yes sweetheart?”

“I.....love you so much.” I couldn’t help but laugh softly and even he joined in.

“I love you too Saeran.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Promise me.” He held his pinky finger out and I smiled at this precious gesture before hooking mine through his.

“I promise. I will love you forever and always.

tbc

[rubyeyeproductions]

See Ya Around

Every Friday I go to the Starbucks near my office for lunch. I used to think the boy behind the counter was nice. He looks maybe 18, 20 at the most. Last time after getting my stuff, I said to him, “See ya around.” I thought it was a normal thing to say since I come in once a week, but he just stared at me, the ends of his lips slightly turned up into a smile, and said, “Okay.” I thought that was a strange response but who cares. I went back to work, and the rest of the day was fine.

But then I actually started to see him around. I didn’t think anything of it at first. I’d see him at the grocery store walking past the isle I was in or walking out of the bank as I’m walking in. Just silly stuff, like how you run into your neighbors or old friends. Who knows, I might’ve crossed paths with him many times before and just never noticed till now.

I only started to realize things were weird when I saw him while picking my girlfriend, Emily, up from work. She’s an elementary school teacher, so I was parked outside the school as all the kids were leaving and I saw him sitting on a bench maybe waiting to pick up a little brother or sister or something. He was looking my way, so I waved to him. He didn’t react. He just kept staring. And smiling?

It wasn’t quite a smile. The ends of his mouth were raised just slightly, almost like the beginning of smile that froze. I kept waiting for his smile to widen, but it only ever stayed halfcocked.

That’s when I noticed that he was still in his uniform. Same black hat with the logo, black shirt, and a green apron in the front. And he just stared. And smiled. At first it was funny. He felt very out of place in his uniform and he just sat so still, it looked silly. But then his friendly face started to look sinister. He didn’t change his smile or expression, it was just, the more I looked, the creepier his face became.

My girlfriend got in the car and asked me what I was looking at, so I pointed to the guy on the bench and asked her if she knew why he was there. She kept saying she couldn’t see anybody, but I thought that might’ve been because of all the kids walking out, but she finally said, “Honey, there is nobody sitting on the bench.” I turned to look at her and when I turned back, he was gone. She asked if I was okay and I just made up an excuse about a long day at work.

As the week went on it got really bad. I’d be driving down the street and see him on the side of the road. Not even 10 minutes later and he’d be on the side of the road again, a few miles down, waiting for me. He’d be on the bus next to my car, looking at me through the window. In store fronts where the mannequins are as I walk down the street. Everywhere.

At work, I sit right next to the vending machines and people often stop and talk next to them when getting something. I looked up and saw two of my coworkers talking as one of them got a snack and standing in between them was the Starbucks employee. He was still staring at me. My coworkers took no notice of him, but he was standing right in the middle of them. Not even six feet from me.

I understand this sounds funny, seeing an out of place Starbucks employee everywhere you go, but the humor starts to get lost pretty quick. I never felt alone. I always felt like I was being watched. Actually, it felt more like I was being observed, almost like some sort of experiment. One time I tried walking up to him, but when I got within arms-reach of him I blinked and he was gone. Whereever I go he’s just there. He’s never walking towards me, never says anything, I don’t even think he blinks. He is always just there!

Luckily Wednesdays are date night, so I was excited to go out with Emily and not think about it. But when we got to the restaurant and sat down, a few rows back and off to the side, was the same guy, just sitting alone, at a table. Staring. Emily must’ve noticed I was freaked out because she turned around and tried to see what I was looking at but didn’t notice anything. I tried to point him out but she saw nothing. She sked me if I was okay, but I just told her I was fine. She must’ve understood I didn’t want to talk about it and we moved on.

Yet he was always in the corner of my vision as I looked at her. I could feel his eyes on me.

When we left, I rushed us out of there as fast as I could. When Emily asked why I was rushing, I just said I wanted to take her to see a movie and I didn’t want to be late, she said it was sweet, but I could tell she didn’t entirely believe me. She seemed concerned.

At the theater we got our tickets and some food and the entire time I saw him in the lobby. No matter where I walked his body would just turn in my direction. He wouldn’t move, but his body would, almost like he was standing on a turntable or something. I could see Emily wanted to ask me if I was okay, but she never did.

Once in our seats and with the lights off I started to relax. There was no way to see him now and the movie should distract me. And it did. Until about halfway through I saw him in the background. Still in uniform. Still staring at me.

When the angle changed, he was still in the same position on the screen, just closer. And when it cut again, he was closer. Cut, closer. Cut, closer. Eventually he was in the center of the screen, taking up the whole frame. All he was did was stare. And I don’t mean, like, staring at the camera, but me. He was looking down at me, like he was 40 feet tall on the screen.

I couldn’t even hear the movie anymore. I just heard silence as I stared back up, too scared to move. Everyone in the theater laughed at a joke I couldn’t hear. But all I wanted to do was scream. Emily leaned over and asked what was wrong and I told her I felt sick and ran to the bathroom.

I went to the bathroom to try and clear my head. I could see his eyes staring at me through the crack in the stall. I charged out of it ready to swing, but he was gone, just fucking vanished. When I walked out of the bathroom Emily was waiting for me. She said she could tell I wasn’t okay we should probably leave. I said okay probably more enthusiastically then I should’ve but I couldn’t help it, he was in the poster on the wall behind her.

When I dropped her off at her place she said she was concerned. She said, “I don’t know what’s going on and I understand you don’t want to talk about it, but I’ll be here when you’re ready. Until then take care of yourself. Do whatever it is you gotta do to fix this and give me a call.” As she opened the door to her apartment, I saw him sitting on her couch.

That night I was on my phone before bed going through Instagram and I saw him in the back of the pictures people were posting. And just like at the theater, he was getting closer. I tried to swipe past them as fast as I can, but it really just turned the pictures into a flip-book-like animation of him approaching the screen. I kept scrolling, which kept the animation going. That’s when he waved.

I turned my phone off and tried to go to sleep, but I felt like I was just seeing him with my eyes closed as if he was painted on the inside of my eyelids. I didn’t get any sleep.

The next morning, I started to notice him in the photos in my apartment. Pictures of me and my girlfriend on our first date, my sister’s wedding, my family on vacation in Italy, he was always there with us. My sister even has her arm around him and his around her.

I saw him on the way to work. I saw him at work. I saw him on the way home from work. At one point I slammed on my brakes because I saw him in the rearview mirror in the back seat. When I looked up to drive, he was in front of my car. I just stared at him, but then I decided to take action. I floored the pedal and drove straight for him. My car went through him like he was mist. I sped all the way home.

I am terrified and don’t feel safe. He’s everywhere, all the time! Home, work, streets, mall, computer, phone, pictures. I feel like I’m losing my goddamn mind. I want to call a priest and get an exorcism. I want to get a witch to lift this fucking curse off me. I just want this to fucking end! This sounds funny, I know, but trust me, this is horrifying. This feels like I’m living out a joke that lost all its humor. I don’t want to live like this anymore and I just want to be left alone. I’d stay home, but he’s in the photos at my apartment, I’d take them down, but he’d be in my phone. I’d gouge out my eyes, but then he would probably be all I ever see for the rest of my life. He’s always there and I’m no longer ever alone.

I hate Starbucks.  

[the-gospel-of-a-modern-prop-blog]

Prologue

John Luke Matthews

The Prophet

I was sucked from one Holy War to another. It was not by choice.

I had spent the day with my buddies that were on this side of the world, the other two that were injured in the explosion. Barns, he lost an arm. I couldn’t get the...thing….the fucking thing...fucking whatsit...anyway, I couldn’t get it tight enough...or loose enough, every was fucking loud and or screaming, I was distracted. He has no arm now. Fuck. But, he doesn’t blame me. Of course he would say that to my face. Then Harrison, he didn’t lose anything, except maybe his fucking mind later. He had been holding Martisovick, who had a fatal head wound. Piece of the Humvee in his skull. I couldn’t help him. So I moved on. Harrison felt him go limp. He hasn’t been fucking right since. We all gather in my room, I am not mobile, my left side was...broken, so I’m all strung up like a fucking **puppet** from multiple frames holding my broken body together while they do my multiple needed surgeries that are needed. Femur both, R hip replacement, both knees, and at least three for my tibfibs, and keeping an eye on my kidneys, they say they don’t want to do surgery on them unless they have to. Everyday, we get up and gather in my room, I’ve learned which wire or cord, or what the fuck ever fucking medieval torture device pulls which bone, or tendon, or whatever. Mostly buy trial and error, move, hurt? Don’t fucking move that way. Barns could always get a nurse to feel sorry for him, you know, no fucking arm, and score an Xbox. So everyday in Room 667, sixth floor of Walter Reed Hospital in Washington DC we fought aliens.

Here is where my story takes a massive turn.

(Should inform you, I am/was a deep down motherfucking CAPITAL A Atheist)

There is this fucking light. I’m pissed because I just fell the fuck to sleep and the fucking nurse isn’t due for another 30 mins to wake you up to take vitals. “Seriously, why do I need my blood pressure taken at fucking 0500. Just check to see if I’m breathing and move on”

“Well now, aren’t we a peach.” a deep smooth voice from the corner.

I jerked awake at the unknown voice, well as best I could till I pulled the wire running through my lower leg, sending an electric shock of pain down my calf. I screamed out, well started to, then a constricting sensation around my throat. I panicked. The voice came again, this time with footsteps. “Calm down, Baby Boy,” the man clicked his tongue, “those wires, be a shame if you snapped one.” He was now sitting by the bed.The man, svelte black man, sharply dressed in a tailored pinstripe suit sat gracefully, crossing his long slender legs. “Now, introductions.”

I had now given up my pointless fight, now just fucking staring at this figure. “What...who...fu…” damn. I remember I can’t speak.

“Don’t speak. You’ve been binded. More you fight the tighter that little device gets. Gift from…doesn’t matter. Anyways. Introductions.” The slender man reached into his inside coat pocket, pulling out a piece of old paper, a pair of reading glasses, and a pocketwatch. He opened the watch, looked at it, crinkled his nose and snapped it shut, putting it back in his pocket. He turned back to me, “I unbind your throat, don’t start all that noise again, they can’t hear you and you will just annoy me. Okay?”

I nodded. I felt the sensation loosen. I rubbed my neck, then screamed “WHAT THE FUCK?” And then shit went black.

I woke up feeling like my goddamn head had been electrocuted, I saw nothing but fog and floaters. I sat straight up in bed, noticed something off and the man or whatever was still sitting in the chair reading something. “WHAT THE FUCK! HOW LONG….WHO. IN. THE. FUCK. ARE. YOU? OR WHAT IN THE FUCK…”

He held up his reading material “Did you read this article about…”

“No, I did not. That Vogue is from 2006”

The man looked at the cover, “Hmm, so it is.” He put the outdated magazine on the table. “Anyway, Brass Tacks. First, swear like that again, I’ll bind you. Understand?”

I heaved a sigh, “whatever you say.”

“Good. Second, name and birthdate?”

“What?”

He took his glasses off and rubbed between his eyes. “Just answer.”

“John Luke Matthews. 3/18/86.”

The man looked at the paper, “Yep, okay. Next. I am Metatron, The Messenger Of Lord.”

“What? Messenger from whom?”

“The Lord.” The thin man said curtly.

“The Lord?” I gave him a look, “The Lord? I want whatever drugs you are on, skinny man.”

He sighed, “You Humans, back in the day you things just went with it.”

“Okay then, Prove it.”

“The...fine. How may I prove it, besides the blinding light, electroshock, and the stopping time.”

“Wings.”

“Wings, what? Fine.”

He stood up, took his coat off, and shook out these large ebony wings.

“Fuck.”

“One more trick for you.” He said walking to the other side of room and sat back in the original chair he appeared in. He was silent. Then there was a loud snap, quick flash, “now, walk.”

“Newsflash, Holy Man, I’m not hanging on these cables like a fucking marionette because I like the look. Fuck you, walk.”

Then he appeared, in a blur, at my bedside. He started undoing all the pins and wires.

“What the fuck are you doing, man? Fucking in stop. I need those, they are literally holding my fucking body the fuck together.”

“I told you to quit swearing. Now shut up, baby boy.” He finished with the last wire. “Walk.”

I stared at the now loose wires. The pins were gone. The pain was gone. The casts were gone.

“Now get out of the bed and WALK! That is an order, soldier.”

I sat up, pulling on the trapeze hanging over my bed.

“Don’t need that.” Heard another snap and the trapeze was gone. “Get up. On your own. And BLESSED WALK”

“GIVE ME A GODDAMN SECOND, YOU FUCKING BIRDMAN.” I got up on my elbows, then my arms, then I was sitting up. I looked over at the winged creature who had gone back to the chair in the corner, who was looking very impatient. He took out a nail buffer and started buffing his nails, never actually looking up, just over his hands at me.

“Dude, I’ve been strung up on these things since I got back, give me a fucking minute to digest what the ACTUAL FUCK IS GOING ON! I, an atheist by the way, have a goddamn fucking ANGEL in my hospital room and not just any fucking Angel, but apparently GOD’S FUCKING PERSONAL MESSENGER BOY, who just undid my web, and is getting fucking impatient because I won’t walk on FUCKING COMMAND. WHAT THE FUCK.” I got done with my rant, then stopped suddenly. I was standing in front of the man in the pinstriped suit.

“So, what do you know about Death?

[duckduckhonk]

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You both like destiel.

You: [jock!dean hs!neighbors!au] Novak, stop staring at me. I can see you looking through the window. DW

Stranger: What? Why would I be looking at you? CN

You: You tell me. Just because our rooms face each other doesn't mean you can stare. DW

Stranger: You’re not exactly something I like looking at. CN

You: Don't lie to me, pal, I catch you looking at me all the time. DW

Stranger: Maybe you’re the one looking at me then. CN

You: What the- no. Why would I look at you?! DW

Stranger: You tell me. CN

You: Stop that. That was what I just said to you. DW

Stranger: I’m moving to my brother’s room in a week so don’t worry. Won’t be starting at you anymore, your majesty. CN

Stranger: staring*

You: Oh. Wait, why? I mean thank god, but why're you switching rooms? DW

Stranger: Why do you care? CN

You: I don't. Gabe is very annoying though and I don't want him throwing water balloons or whatever at my window. DW

You: Since you're exchanging rooms. DW

Stranger: He’s moving out. CN

You: Oh. So your room will be empty. Isn't your room bigger than his? DW

Stranger: Well, I have to move or you’ll start complaining regularly. CN

You: Why, you planning on staring at me if you don't move? You're just obsesses with me, arentcha? DW

Stranger: Yes, Dean, you got me. I love you so much and I can’t stop looking at you. CN

You: Aw, Cas. I knew it. DW

You: It's whatever dude, you don't hafta shift just because of me... DW

Stranger: You’re so annoying. CN

Stranger: I’m not actually moving. Just thinking about it. CN

You: You're so annoying too. But you still looove me. DW

You: Well. Don't. It's so much effort for nothing. DW

Stranger: Why do you think it’s for nothing? CN

You: Because then you won't be able to ogle me when I'm shirtless. And I won't be able to make faces at you and flip you off when you're studying. DW

Stranger: I don’t- ugh. Yep, I’m moving. CN

You: C'mooon, you're taking all the fun out of annoying you. DW

Stranger: You don’t need me to tell you you’re good looking. CN

You: But it's so much more satisfying when I can get you to finally admit it. DW

Stranger: Your personality takes away from it. CN

You: But you do find me attractive. And hey, you don't know what I'm like because I only ever try to annoy you when we talk. DW

Stranger: Your big ego shines through every time, don’t you worry. CN

You: Shut up, that's just me messing with you. You think I'm really like that? DW

Stranger: No. I know you’re not. CN

You: Obviously you do, because you're obsessed with me. DW

Stranger: What does that even mean? CN

You: That you know everything about me, duh. DW

You: I love messing with ya, Novak. You get all squinty and annoyed. DW

Stranger: I’ll start throwing stuff at your window. CN

You: Like your panties? DW

Stranger: Yes. CN

You: Shit, really? I might just open my window for that. DW

Stranger: Didn’t think I’d say that, did you? CN

You: You're full of surprises, babe. DW

You: And yes, I did just call you that. Worth it. You look so cute when you're mad. DW

Stranger: Well now you’re just flirting with me. C

You: What. No, I'm not. Why would I do that?? DW

Stranger: You called me ‘babe’ and you said I look cute. CN

You: [delayed] That is true. It's not my fault you looked cute! DW

Stranger: I can see you blushing from here. Careful, your head might explode. CN

You: I do not blush. I was just thinking about something else. Porn. Yup. DW

Stranger: Aww. Cutie. CN

You: Shut up. You'll regret calling me that. I'm not afraid to come over there and punch you. DW

Stranger: Really? Geez. I thought you were better than that. Come punch me then. CN

You: Um, well, I can't right now, I'm grounded. But next week... DW

Stranger: I’ll even come to your house. Punch me. I dare you. CN

Stranger: All I did was call you cute and you threaten me. CN

You: C'mon, don't get offended. I was just kidding. Go back to being cute mad. Right now you're all righteous fury mad. It's hot. But scary. DW

Stranger: I’m mad because you keep turning into an asshole whenever you think you’re showing a soft side or something. CN

You: [delayed] I'm sorry... You still wanna come over? I won't punch you. DW

Stranger: Sorry, babe. Not gonna happen. CN

You: Why not?? You grounded too? I find that hard to believe. DW

Stranger: Of course I’m not grounded. CN

You: So... why not? You're clearly not busy. DW

Stranger: You’re annoying, that’s why. CN

You: But you love me. And this is our thing. I annoy you, you get annoyed. DW

Stranger: Then you do something sweet, realise you’ve done it and you’re back in asshole mode. CN

You: I said sorry! It's like instinct, I dunno... My dad. Y'know. DW

Stranger: Right. Sorry. CN

You: It's fine, whatever. You know I like you. I just can't. DW

Stranger: It’s just frustrating. I’d like to think you know you can be yourself around me at least. CN

You: I do know that. Fuck, you don't know much I wish I could do that, Novak. DW

Stranger: You can do that. CN

You: Cas. Don't start. DW

Stranger: I’m just saying. CN

You: And I've told you, my dad would kill us. DW

Stranger: I’d like to see him try. CN

You: Babe. DW

Stranger: Don’t ‘babe’ me. It’s not fair. CN

You: I'm sorry. But I can't risk it. He'd kick me out, at the very least. And I have Sammy to think about. DW

Stranger: It’s fine. I understand. CN

Stranger: I’m sorry. CN

You: Just-- forget it. Where'd you go? Come back and lemme pretend to be annoyed when you look at me. DW

Stranger: Aren’t you needy? I’m getting a drink. CN

You: Whatever, I'm bored. I'm grounded, as I said. DW

Stranger: What did you do anyway? CN

You: I was drunk driving. Thankfully, only dad caught me, and not a cop. It's not my fault, before you get all worried and start scolding me. DW

Stranger: Are you kidding? I’ll just have to come over and throttle you. Why were you drunk driving? CN

You: I wasn't completely drunk, okay? I'd never risk harming Baby. Sam called from some party. Some Ruby chick was pressuring him to try some drugs. DW

Stranger: Still, Dean. CN

You: I'm okay, Novak. You worry too much. DW

Stranger: Oh, shut up. CN

You: Stop pouting. You look very kissable when you do that. DW

Stranger: Back to flirting with me, I see. CN

You: Can't help it. This is your fault. DW

Stranger: How is it my fault? CN

You: Because you're goddamn perfect and it's testing my patience! DW

You: Babe. Maybe you should take Gabe's room... DW

Stranger: Don’t want to see me anymore? CN

You: It's not that. You know that. DW

Stranger: What is it then? CN

You: You're too distracting. I can't keep pretending to be straight if I'm in my room staring at you all the time. DW

Stranger: He’ll be out by next week. So. CN

Stranger: Suffer till then, I guess. CN

You: You're not mad? DW

Stranger: Why would I be mad? CN

You: I dunno, because I don't wanna see your face anymore? DW

Stranger: That’s your choice. I’ll remove myself from your presence. Do you want me to start avoiding you at school? CN

You: You're taking this very calmly... DW

You: It's not like we talk that much at school anyway. DW

Stranger: How am I supposed to be taking this, Dean? CN

You: I dunno. It's fine. This is good. DW

Stranger: Right. CN

You: Right. DW

You: [delayed] You look sad. DW

Stranger: I’m fine, don’t worry. CN

Stranger: Get that frown off your face. You’ll get wrinkles. CN

You: I'm the worst. I hate making you look that way. DW

Stranger: Stop that. You didn’t do anything. CN

You: This is your fault then. For kissing me that time. DW

Stranger: I told you I was sorry. CN

You: I don't want your damn sorry. DW

You: I'm being an asshole again. Fuck. DW

You: I've told you, that kiss was everything to me. DW

Stranger: Oh, I remember. You looked like you couldn’t decide if you wanted to kiss me again or murder me. CN

You: And now I'm stuck in that loop. Forever. DW

You: As soon as I'm 18, three more months, I'm free. DW

Stranger: I won’t bother you, don’t you worry. Sorry for making things complicated. CN

You: I want you bothering me! I fucking love annoying and arguing with you. I want that and I want to shut you up by kissing you and everything. DW

Stranger: Look at my window. CN

Stranger: Ha. Should’ve started blowing kisses at you sooner. The look on your face is priceless. CN

You: You're killing me, babe. DW

You: You're basically inviting an attack. Because I will tackle you to the bed and make out with you. DW

Stranger: You won’t do that. CN

You: I wish I could. DW

Stranger: Yeah. Well. It is what it is. CN

You: Cas. DW

You: Will you just go on a date with someone already?! DW

You: If you're not single, I'll be able to blame your asshole boyfriend instead of my asshole dad. DW

Stranger: I can’t. I don’t want to. CN

Stranger: Why don’t you go and date someone? Half the school wants to be with you. CN

You: ...I sorta told my dad I was already seeing Lisa. But I'm not! DW

Stranger: You should. She seems nice. CN

You: Novak! DW

You: Shut up. DW

You: If you're not dating anyone then you gotta stay single for three more months. DW

You: Wait for me to turn 18? DW

Stranger: Winchester, are you really that dense? I’ve been in love with you since I was about fourteen. CN

Stranger: You weren’t supposed to know that. CN

Stranger: Ignore it. CN

You: [delayed] 14, huh? Damn, you're good at keeping secrets. DW

You: I will absolutely not ignore it. Not when it makes you look so cute and embarrassed. DW

You: Hey, it's no big deal. Pretty sure I've been in love with you since I was 15 too. DW

Stranger: You don’t have to say that. CN

You: But it's true, babe. DW

Stranger: Actually, please don’t say that. CN

You: Oh. I'm sorry...DW

Stranger: I’ll go to the park. Or something. I don’t know. CN

You: Don't go. I won't distract you anymore, I swear. DW

Stranger: You’re not doing anything. Stop it. CN

You: I'll stop on one condition. You go out with me on my birthday? DW

Stranger: That’s so far away, though. CN

You: You've been waiting for four years. DW

Stranger: Well, you weren’t supposed to know. And I haven’t exactly been waiting. I don’t expect anything to happen. CN

You: Fine, I've been waiting then. To ask you out. I didn't really expect the kiss, or us talking before that happened. DW

Stranger: So what, you were just secretly watching me? Not sure if I should be flattered or creeped out. CN

You: Definitely creeped out. I was full on stalking you, Novak. DW

Stranger: Oof. I admire your taste. CN

You: Eh, I have low standards. DW

Stranger: Ouch. CN

You: I like you. You're adorable. DW

Stranger: That’s sweet. CN

You: Shut up. I meant you're hot. Objectively. Whatever. DW

Stranger: You’re just making it worse for yourself right now. CN

You: It's what I do best. DW

You: I gotta go make dinner. I'll be seeing you afterwards. DW

Stranger: You wish. CN

You: Yes, please. "Forget" to close your curtains tonight. DW

Stranger: You’re so creepy. CN

You: Creepy for you. DW

Stranger: And to think that you started off by accusing me of staring at you. CN

You: Well I was staring at you and you didn't say anything, so I had to! DW

Stranger: You always stare at me, though. CN

You: I can't help it. Cas. I'm gay for you. DW

Stranger: I could screenshot that and keep it for blackmail purposes. CN

You: You're such a dork. I already told you I'm in love with you, and this is what you choose to blackmail me with? DW

You: What'll you blackmail me into doing?? Dirty stuff?? DW

Stranger: Oh, yeah. Definitely. CN

You: Well. Damn. I guess now I'll have to. DW

Stranger: You leave your curtain open all the time. I’ve seen many things. CN

You: You been spying on me while I jerk off, Novak? DW

Stranger: Not on purpose. It’s almost like you want me to see you, you weirdo. CN

You: That is false! Nuh-uh. Lies. DW

Stranger: I knew it! CN

Stranger: You did want me to look. Gross. CN

You: You like the show? DW

You: You did watch, right? I could feel you watching. DW

Stranger: This is such a weird thing to be discussing right now. CN

You: You're so red. C'mooon, tell me. What did you like best? DW

Stranger: Shut up. We’re not talking about this. Although I do like it when you “accidentally” drop your towel after shower. CN

You: Yeah? You like watching me bend over to grab it? I knew it. You wanna fuck me! DW

Stranger: Dean. I don’t know if you have realised this, but half of our school does. That just makes me part of the norm. CN

You: I don't care about them. I care about you. They don't know me. DW

Stranger: I don’t really know you either. Not a well as I’d like to. CN

You: Better than anyone else. DW

You: Three months, Cas. DW

Stranger: Pretty sure Sam knows you better than I ever could. CN

You: He doesn't count! You're being an assbutt. DW

Stranger: Wow. You made fun of me for weeks for saying that. CN

Stranger: You’re the real assbutt here. CN

You: I used that word in a funny way. Like I was making fun of you. Uh, burn! DW

You: You love my assbutt. Ha! DW

Stranger: .. Yeah, okay. Bye now. CN

Stranger: You’re such a dork. CN

Stranger: You’re blushing again. Cutie. CN

You: You're the cutie. DW

You: Wait. DW

You: Dammit. DW

Stranger: Hopeless. CN

You: Stop smirking at me.. DW

Stranger: Or what? CN

You: Or I'm gonna throw something at your window. DW

Stranger: What, your panties? CN

You: You wish. I'm not wasting my panties by throwing them away. DW

Stranger: What would you throw then? CN

You: What, no questions about the panties? Spoilsport. DW

Stranger: I know about the panties. Don’t you worry. CN

Stranger: Aww. So easy to make you blush. CN

You: How'd you know?! DW

Stranger: Was I right? Oh my. Amazing. CN

You: You were guessing?! You son of a bitch... DW

You: You're the worst. DW

Stranger: You love me. CN

Stranger: I think your head might actually explode this time. You’re turning purple. CN

You: You're the worst. Really. I love an evil asshole. DW

You: ...You don't mind, do you? The panties? DW

Stranger: Why would I? Dean, relax. CN

Stranger: You look like you’re about to cry. I didn’t mean to make you so uncomfortable. CN

You: I don't cry. DW

You: It's fine. It was a bit sudden. DW

You: I woulda told you sometime, obviously. DW

Stranger: You close your curtains when you’re upset. CN

Stranger: Just saying. Don’t think I don’t notice. C

You: I'm sorry. It's nothing. And I love it that you notice dumb stuff like that. DW

You: There, curtains opened. Okay? Just needed a sec. DW

Stranger: I know, I know. I’m referring to other times. CN

Stranger: Are you okay now? CN

You: I'm awesome. DW

You: I'm also hella sleepy. DW

Stranger: Right. Weren’t you supposed to be making dinner? CN

You: Ugh, don't remind me. I ordered something in. I was busy talking to this cute guy. DW

Stranger: Right. I see. Cute boys can be very distracting. CN

You: Mm, this cute boy is really distracting. He stop replying though, so, good night. Ha! DW

Stranger: .. you’re the worst. CN

You: Hey, you're the hot boy. DW

Stranger: Well I haven’t stopped replying, have I? CN

You: Nope, you haven't. You're also considerate, so you're still gonna let me go to sleep so that I'm not dead on my feet at school. Right? DW

You: [i gotta go!! this was so amazing, thank you!]

Stranger: [aww thank you! I had fun haha]

You: [bye! :D]

You have disconnected.

[interspersus]

25 Movies To Watch Again

1. 300

“Children, gather round! No retreat, no surrender; that is Spartan law. And by Spartan law we will stand and fight… and die. A new age has begun. An age of freedom, and all will know, that 300 Spartans gave their last breath to defend it!” – King Leonidas (Gerard Butler)

2. Braveheart

“Aye, fight and you may die. Run, and you’ll live… at least a while. And dying in your beds, many years from now, would you be willin’ to trade ALL the days, from this day to that, for one chance, just one chance, to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they’ll never take… OUR FREEDOM!” – William Wallace

3. Coach Carter

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.

Your playing small does not serve the world.

There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you.

We are all meant to shine as children do. It’s not just in some of us; it is in everyone.

And as we let our own lights shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.” – Timo Cruz (Rick Gonzalez)

4. Dead Poet Society:

“They’re not that different from you, are they?

Same haircuts.

Full of hormones, just like you.

Invincible, just like you feel.

The world is their oyster.

They believe they’re destined for great things, just like many of you, their eyes are full of hope, just like you.

Did they wait until it was too late to make from their lives even one iota of what they were capable? Because, you see gentlemen, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils.

But if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in.

Listen, you hear it? – – Carpe – – hear it? – – Carpe, carpe diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary.” – John Keating

5. Don Juan DeMarco

“There are only four questions of value in life, Don Octavio.

What is sacred?

Of what is the spirit made?

What is worth living for, and what is worth dying for?

The answer to each is the same – only love.” — Don Juan DeMarco (Johnny Depp)

6. Freedom Writers

“I don’t want excuses. I know what you’re up against.

We’re all of us up against something.

So you better make up your mind, because until you have the balls to look me straight in the eye and tell me this is all you deserve, I am not letting you fail.

Even if that means coming to your house every night until you finish the work.

I see who you are.

Do you understand me?

I can see you. And you are not failing.” – Erin Gruwell (Hilary Swank)

7. Good Will Hunting

“They don’t know about real loss, because that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself.” – Sean (Robin Williams)

8. Hitch

“Life is not the amount of breaths you take, it’s the moments that take your breath away.” – Hitch (Will Smith)

9. Into the Wild

“I will miss you too, but you are wrong if you think that the joy of life comes principally from the joy of human relationships.

God’s place is all around us, it is in everything and in anything we can experience.

People just need to change the way they look at things.” – Christopher McCandless (Emile Hirsch)

10. Lord of the Rings

“So do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide.

All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.

There are other forces at work in this world Frodo, besides the will of evil. Bilbo was meant to find the Ring.

In which case, you were also meant to have it.

And that is an encouraging thought.” — Gandalf (Ian McKellen)

11. Marley and Me

“It was really quite simple, and yet we humans, so much wiser and more sophisticated, have always had trouble figuring out what really counts and what does not.

Sometimes it takes a dog with bad breath, worse manners, and pure intentions to help us see.

Ask yourself, how many people in the world can truly make you feel rare, pure, and extraordinary?” –John Grogan (Owen Wilson)

12. Million Dollar Baby

“To make a fighter you gotta strip them down to bare wood: you can’t just tell ’em to forget everything you know if you gotta make ’em forget even their bones… make ’em so tired they only listen to you, only hear your voice, only do what you say and nothing else… show ’em how to keep their balance and take it away from the other guy… how to generate momentum off their right toe and how to flex your knees when you fire a jab… how to fight backin’ up so that the other guy doesn’t want to come after you. Then you gotta show ’em all over again. Over and over and over… till they think they’re born that way.” – Eddie Scrap-Iron Dupris (Morgan Freeman)

13. Mulan

“The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all.” — The Emperor (Pat Morita)

14. Peaceful Warrior

“The warrior does not give up what he loves, Dan. He finds the love in what he does.” – Socrates (Nick Nolte)

“The accident is your training. Life is choice. You can choose to be a victim or anything else you’d like to be.” — Socrates (Nick Nolte)

15. Rocky

“Ah come on, Adrian, it’s true. I was nobody. But that don’t matter either, you know?

‘Cause I was thinkin’, it really don’t matter if I lose this fight.

It really don’t matter if this guy opens my head, either.

‘Cause all I wanna do is go the distance. Nobody’s ever gone the distance with Creed, and if I can go that distance, you see, and that bell rings and I’m still standin’, I’m gonna know for the first time in my life, see, that I weren’t just another bum from the neighborhood.” – Rocky (Sylvester Stallone)

16. Rocky Balboa (Rocky 6)

“Nobody is gonna hit as hard as life, but it ain’t how hard you can hit.

It’s how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward.

It’s how much you can take, and keep moving forward. That’s how winning’s done.” – Rock Balboa (Sylvester Stallone)

17. Rudy

“In this life time, you don’t have to prove nothing to nobody, except yourself.

And after what you’ve gone through, if you haven’t done that by now, it ain’t gonna never happen.” – Fortune (Charles S. Dutton)

18. Runaway Bride

“Look, I guarantee there’ll be tough times. I guarantee that at some point, one or both of us is gonna want to get out of this thing.

But I also guarantee that if I don’t ask you to be mine, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life, because I know, in my heart, you’re the only one for me. “ — Ike Graham (Richard Gere)

19. Stand and Deliver

“There will be no free rides, no excuses. You already have two strikes against you: your name and your complexion.

Because of these two strikes, there are some people in this world who will assume that you know less than you do.

Math is the great equalizer… When you go for a job, the person giving you that job will not want to hear your problems; ergo, neither do I.

You’re going to work harder here than you’ve ever worked anywhere else. And the only thing I ask from you is ganas. ‘Desire’.” — Jaime Escalante (Edward James Olmos)

20. The Bucket List

“You know, the ancient Egyptians had a beautiful belief about death.

When their souls got to the entrance to heaven, the guards asked two questions.

Their answers determined whether they were able to enter or not. ‘Have you found joy in your life?’ ‘Has your life brought joy to others?’” — Carter Chambers (Morgan Freeman)

21. The Empire Strikes Back

“Do, or do not. There is no ‘try’.” — Yoda

22. The Mighty Ducks

“Neither do hockey players. Have you guys ever seen a flock of ducks flying in perfect formation?

It’s beautiful. Pretty awesome the way they all stick together.

Ducks never say die.

Ever seen a duck fight?

No way.

Why?

Because the other animals are afraid.

They know that if they mess with one duck, they gotta deal with the whole flock.

I’m proud to be a Duck, and I’d be proud to fly with any one of you.

So how about it? Who’s a Duck?” – Gordon Bombay (Emilio Estevez)

23. The Notebook

“My Dearest Allie. I couldn’t sleep last night because I know that it’s over between us. I’m not bitter anymore, because I know that what we had was real.

And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I’ll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent the summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love.

The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that’s what you’ve given me.

That’s what I hope to give to you forever.

I love you.

I’ll be seeing you.” — Young Noah (Ryan Gosling)

24. The Pursuit of Happyness

“Don’t ever let somebody tell you… You can’t do something.

Not even me. All right?

… You got a dream… You gotta protect it.

People can’t do somethin’ themselves, they wanna tell you you can’t do it.

If you want somethin’, go get it.

Period.” – Christopher Gardner (Will Smith)

25. Vision Quest

“I was in the room here one day… watchin’ the Mexican channel on TV. I don’t know nothin’ about Pele.

I’m watchin’ what this guy can do with a ball and his feet.

Next thing I know, he jumps in the air and flips into a somersault and kicks the ball in – upside down and backwards… the goddamn goalie never knew what the fuck hit him.

Pele gets excited and he rips off his jersey and starts running around the stadium waving it around his head. Everybody’s screaming in Spanish.

I’m here, sitting alone in my room, and I start crying … That’s right, I start crying.

Because another human being, a species that I happen to belong to, could kick a ball, and lift himself, and the rest of us sad-assed human beings, up to a better place to be, if only for a minute… let me tell ya, kid – it was pretty goddamned glorious.

It ain’t the six minutes… it’s what happens in that six minutes.” – Elmo (J.C. Quinn)

[allofthisnonsenseplease]

firesonic152 - 07/17/2017 lollll i love the idea of like jack bein mind controlled during his time as strike commander it's fun i love mind control also i'm sick and everything hurts so now jack has to hurt

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/17/2017 aaah. sorry you're sick. ; ; try drinking lots of lemons. did we...we've discussed so many ideas was there a mind controlled one before? also, mind control is one thing, but having him blackmailed or too afraid to outright rebel seems angstier to me. like that post you'd reblogged before. altho, i don't buy him not telling Gabe. fandom usually portrays Gabe as teh more cautious, tactical one and Jack as reckless. If Jack knew bad stuff was coming down from the higher ups, he would want Gabe investigating with him...unless he had reason to suspect that Gabe was one of them. =O what if they somehow made him think that Gabe was one of their agents?

and Jack and Gabe were already, like, married or some shit so Jack is trying not to act like anything's amiss but there's a traitor in his bed, touching him, kissing him, fucking him, he's married to a goddamn traitor

they would have had to plant the idea without Jack knowing it came from them like, they're sneaky about it so that Jack thinks he finds out on his own they're needing to drive a wedge in between jack and Gabe, elliminate Jack's suport structure to be sure he dances to their tune

and that's why things start to go south with Jack and Gabe's relationship.

All of a sudden, Jack is cold, he's secretive, he doesn't trust things Gabe tells him, he's treating Gabe like the enemy

and to Gabe it all just seems like the job has gotten to him--Jack is Strike COmmander, he's always too busy for Gabe, too wrapped up in being Overwatch's perfect golden boy

which he HAS to be so that the corrupt fucks up the chain of command don't come down on him and his own and crush them all

so, i mean about on par with stepping on legos

firesonic152 - 07/17/2017 GOD sorry I disappeared OH MY GOD

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/17/2017 you're good, you're good. i'm occupying myself in the castlevania tag

firesonic152 - 07/17/2017 LOL but like!!! Jack's treatment of Gabe causes Gabe to get frustrated and that just confirms Jack's fears and then everything gets worse

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/17/2017 yupyup vicious cycle

firesonic152 - 07/17/2017 Does Gabe ever find out or can we wait until they reunite as reaper and 76 before he realizes

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/17/2017 immediately before the explosion

firesonic152 - 07/17/2017 NATURALLY LOL

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/17/2017 one moment of realization and hope and fury and then A RAIN OF FIRE AND DEATH shiiiiiiiiiiit. what if Gabe thought Jack was corrupt?

firesonic152 - 07/17/2017 QOQ ow

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/17/2017 what if he thought he had to take Jack down and they fought in Zurich? does the Reaper claws on Jack's face they're screaming at each other while the hgher ups have bombs set and press releases ready to go to clean house

firesonic152 - 07/17/2017 EGADS and right before the end jack snaps and he's yelling shit about how Gabe had betrayed him, he's married a traitor, and gabe is confused Pissed off kind of confused Replies with something about how that's rich when Jack is the corrupt one

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/17/2017 hell, what if Jack actually started to break down and shouts "I LOVED you, Gabe!" like an accusation between them. And all that pain he's been holding in for months, all those memories that were tainted, all the stress and heartbreak and the memories of how he let Gabriel take him back when he was trying so hard to act like everything was still normal--it hits him all at once, gets mixed up in his fury and now he's humiliated as well because he's about to fucking cry while facing down the man he'd thought was the love of his life.

firesonic152 - 07/17/2017 QOQ

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/17/2017 that might be a good clue for Gabe, 'cause, like you'd said...Jack just does not cry

firesonic152 - 07/17/2017 NEVER until now //dun dun

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/17/2017 XD well, i mean, and he's crap at acting so seeing that, Gabe's blood runs cold. something's wrong, he knows it. something is deeply, deeply wrong, and it wasn't what he'd been suspecting

firesonic152 - 07/17/2017 so post-zurich gabe is looking for answers while jack is tracking down traitors.... like gabe qoq

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/17/2017 poor bbys maybe Gabe still isn't 100% sure about Jack and that's why as Reaper he doesn't actively seek him out to talk to him. but nothing has told Jack that Gabe wasn't a traitor he still believes it and it still eats at him

firesonic152 - 07/17/2017 BOYS god gabe is gonna be FURIOUS when he finds out and then jack finds him and is ready to kill

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/17/2017 the sadness just keeps going on jeezus, Reaper's gonna have to subdue his angry old ass to get him to listen at that point, jack prolly would have, like, pressed all the hurt down deeeeeeep and poured a layer of concrete over it. it's old news, it happened, it forged him into what he's become. he hasn't forgotten and isn't interested in forgiving. he just wants everyone involved dead. just a cold, resigned, this has to be done.

firesonic152 - 07/17/2017 qoq gabe keeps trying to reason w him but jack straight up isn't listening he doesn't care what gabe has to say to him

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/17/2017 so at this point, does gabe know that Jack was manipulated, or is he just trying to get him to talk so they can figure shit out? also, was the manipulation forged evidence, or a simple bit of mind-fuckery--something much easier than all out mind control, but definitely something that was done to Jack? 'cause if it was the latter, that's opening the doors for heartstring-tugging scenes of Gabe recalling happy memories between them for Jack and telling him that was real seeing Jack struggling to separate the lies planted in his mind from who Gabe really was and of couse, anything Gabe says is now suspect, because Jack was made to believe he was a traitor, that everything they had was a lie but who else could remind Jack of exactly what they meant to each other?

firesonic152 - 07/17/2017 SOBS LOUDLY THIS SHIT IS MY JAM!!! jack is shooting to kill but gabe just won't fight him, just keeps talking, trying to get through to him

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/17/2017 Gabe strips off one of his gloves and holds his hand up. Sunlight glints off the wedding band he still wears, and he knows the moment Jack recognizes it for what it is, because it's the first time he's hesitated since the fight started.

Jack's voice is harsh as he demands to know why he's wearing that.

'Because I meant it, Jack.' He lowers his hand to remove his mask, bares his ruined face to Jack, hopes that the disfigurment from the explosion and the nanites don't hide his sincerity. 'I meant it,' he says again. 'Till death do us part. I love you, Jack. Always have.'

His shotguns are nowhere to be seen. He's still, defenseless, unmasked, unthreatening. Jack's paranoid mind is screaming that it's a trick, but he lowers his pulse rifle--can't explain why.

A chance to explain what he's found--that's all gabe asks for at the moment. Jack can take the information and follow the leads and find the truth for himself. It kills Gabe to offer that promise, because he doesn't know for sure if Jack will trust anything he finds that originates with him, but he knows that he can't simply explain it because Jack sure as hell won't believe him.

He gives Jack a starting point. A couple of names, a location, maybe, where records could be found. He's prepared to back off for the time being, to give Jack time and space to follow up. He intends to go along--secretly--but the idea of being so close and unable to have his husband back in his arms aches, makes everything ache. He dissasembles, but before he disappears into the shadows, he gives in to temptation, takes a chance. He swirls briefly around Jack, the tail end of one nearly solid tendril of smoke caressing his brow.

I miss you, mi sol.

Jack reacts the way he was expecting, but there wasn't any preparing for the pain that lances through his heart as Jack jerks away, raising his gun, back to high alert as he snarls: "Don't fucking touch me!"

okidoki. am turning in. night night <3

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 CLUTCHES CHEST gabriel deserves better omg i'm crying Jack can't say why he follows Gabe's information - he tells himself it's to get rid of any remaining doubts, that once he sees Gabe's "evidence" for himself, he'll be able to disprove it once and for all and kill Gabe next time, no regrets.

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 But, of course, it's harder to lie to himself when he stops moving, when the demands of his body make it impossible to fight or run for any longer without rest. In the dark and the quiet, wherever it is that he finds a safe, hidden place to lay his head down and rest, that's when he sees what he doesn't want to admit about himself: that he wants Gabe to be right, wants it so desperately even though that would mean that it was his fault they fell apart, his that everything between them went down in flames. At least it would mean that there really had been something there to burn. Alone with his thoughts and the almost-there memories of Gabe's touch against his skin, Jack wants more than anything to know he was loved, and he dreads the possibility of getting that wish.

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 QOQ And then he finds irrefutable proof of what was done to him and it's like his brain can't... process it the more he looks at it, the more everything distorts Gabriel followed along, of course, and he can't stand seeing Jack doing this alone

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 time for magical healing dick! dick ex machina

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 LOLLL this could go one of two ways jack refusing to be touched at first and them having to relearn each other very slowly... or jack doing his usual "bury emotions and everything else under meaningless sex" which gabe has to help him rein back in

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 XD omg i was joking jeezus how do we actually fix this? i mean, i suppose even if Jack can't process he can realize that something is wrong and turn to Ga nanite **nanites Gabe's made of nanites. can he like send some into Jack's brain?

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 :OOO

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 try to find the bad info and burn it out? remake old connections? jeezus, Jack wouldn't trust him with that nm wouldn't work

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 IDK THAT'S THE ONLY SOLUTION I CAN SEE Jack knows there's something wrong with him but he can't erase the fear and anger he now reflexively associates with Gabriel qoq his brain's all fucked upp we gotta fix it bro send gabe's little smokey tendrils in there and perform fuckin brain surgery lmao we need a doctor

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 mrrgh. i'm just all i can picture is Jack wrestling with this on his own, hands on his head, unaware that he's dropped to his knees on the floor. Gabe coming out of hiding, alarmed, because something is obviously going wrong. He's at Jack's side immediately, as Jack tears off his visor, flinging it aside as if it had something to do with the way his vision was going dark, the way static was filling his head...as if they might still be controlling him through its circuits. He grabs Gabe's hands before they can reach him, holding on to keep himself grounded, keep from going under because he feels like he's about to drown, can't get enough air, can't think straight. Gabe's face is fuzzy before him, going in and out of focus. Familiar, changed, a comfort, a mask, a rock, a traitor--he doesn't know which. Panic is setting in. He knows that's wrong--he's a soldier, he doesn't just panic like this--but he can't see, can't breathe, can't think straight and only instinctively bows his head, curling closer to Gabe, fingers digging into his arms.

'how do you prove it? how do you prove it was all real? i need help... Gabe! I need you to help me! How can I trust you to help me?'

He's desperate, and he sees pain in Gabriel's eyes--red eyes, changed eyes, familiar, knowing eyes. He wants to trust and he's terrified of trusting. Warning klaxons scream in his head, even as his body hunches in closer to his husband.

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 c r ie s help him!!!!!

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 yeah, gabe, help him

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 gabe does his magic smoke shit and jack is cured YAY

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 XD umm...i guess for something like this, first thing to do would just be for Gabe to talk him down. to just...be there, be a solid (haha) presence for Jack to hold onto. A quiet, familiar voice that he can latch onto until the fit passes and they can try to work out what happened.

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 give him those schnuggles!!!!

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 Jack cautiously admitting that something has to be wrong. He can't quite bring himself to say that Gabe was right, not yet, anyway. Even that small admission required him to walk through the logic of it: he'd found 'proof' to back up Gabe's claim, he'd suffered a bizarre sensory assualt, he'd never experienced anything like that before, and even thinking too hard about what he had just seen made him feel like it would start up again.

'It felt like...being programmed to reject what I saw,' he admits reluctantly. The amount of anger in his voie startles him. He hadn't thought he had the energy for it. Gabe says nothing to that. He doesn't have to--Jack can pretty well guess what he's thinking. He was programmed. The thought makes him feel sick, makes his vision waver. The reaction isn't entirely due to what was done to him.

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 :sob: can we fix him yet

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 i mean if you wanna just wave a magic dick wand and say it's all better we can, but then there's holes in the story

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 :sob: god dammit

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 lol i mean, if this is all a set up for a pwp where Jack asks for Gabe's help and gabe calms him with whispered words of encouragement and endearment, listens to Jack, talks with him, asks what he wants and stares into Jack's too-blue eyes as he says that he wants to fix whatever was done to him, sees teh distress and can't bear it any longer, kisses Jack--an impulse, a moment of pure need that stretches out. Jack's eyes are closed when he pulls back, his lips parted. His breath shudders out, and he leans forward just the tiniest bit. It's invitation enough. Gabe kisses him again, warmth and sorrow all mixed up together at what was taken from him--from both of them--so long ago and so insidiously that he never thought he'd get it back. The warmth builds to heat, to a fire that sparks between them, igniting on the kindling of old memories and emotions settled too thickly in their hearts to ever decompose into nothingness. Jack lets Gabe press him down against the floor, all devouring kisses and starved whimpers. He wants and he trembles beneath Gabe's touch, and God Gabe wants him so much, so badly, wants to claim him and make Jack his again and take back everything that was stolen right out of his hands.... And he knows he has to go slow, knows Jack needs him to be gentle, to be thorough, to awaken every last memory of gentleness and kindness, affection and love between them, remind him of the truth of what they were. Maybe that...maybe that will be enough to win Jack back from those who held him in thrall.

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 AKDJANXKANCS IN THIS CASE, PWP STANDS FOR PORN WITH PLOT cries Jack trying so hard to bury the fear in Gabriel's touch

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 oh, i'm glad you came back. everything online went quiet kind of all at once, so it was sort of like the recluse's version of those spooky scenes where a person walks alone through deserted streets, you know? XD

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 LOL I was hanging out w people

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 well, i mean, i started chatting with someone else too ad they went quiet, and twitter usually has things popping up, but it didn't and it was just odd XD

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 That is odd :OO Jack trying to force himself not to flinch every time Gabe touches him qoq Gabe starts to get hesitant and Jack powers through the anxiety and ups the pace again

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 Gabe's heart breaking a little, but as they go on he realizes that this seems familiar somehow. He remembers the last several times they made love before it all fell to pieces, and he realizes suddenly that they got to Jack long before he had estimated...long before their relationship had been completely eaten away.

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 NOOOO

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 <3

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 He runs a hand through Jack's hair and then cups his cheek and Jack bites his lip, glancing away for just a second, and Gabe has to ask how long? How long has this been eating Jack alive?

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 ((everything else started back up))

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 :OOO

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 Gabe stops. He rests his forehead against Jack's and takes a shaky breath, rage and hurt battling inside him. He knows he has to stay calm for Jack's sake, but it isn't easy with this new revelation. He squeezes his eyes shut against the stinging precipitating tears, and whispers apologies. Jack hears the way his voice cracks, hears pain that he doesn't believe anyone could fake convincingly. He doesn't know what set Gabe off, assumes that it's just the way he's flinching from Gabe's touch. His stomach roils, desire and anxiety making for an unpleasant mix, but it's been years, and he's cold down to his bones, has been for so long. And it was all in the past, nothing to be done about it now except take revenge, and if this turns out to be a trick (although his gut is telling him it isn't) then he won't have any more reason to hesitate once it's over. He gathers himself and takes charge, forcing Gabe to shift as he sits up. He holds Gabe's face in his hands and kisses him, deeply, greedily, trying to assure him that he wants this. He doesn't miss the fact that Gabe's hands are shaking when they rise to cup his cheeks, but he doesn't stop to ask. It's more important that he get Gabe out of his clothes, feel him skin to skin. If this isn't real, if they only have one more time together, he wants to make the most of it.

((XD they're talking about a fall R76 week, and i'm just over here imagining Reaper!Gabe burying himself in a pile of leaves and suddenly sitting up making zombie noises to startle the kids))

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 OH OKAY SO YOU THINK YOU CAN MAKE UP FOR THAT STAB IN THE GUT WITH THAT LITTLE CUTE ANCEDOTE FUCK YOU

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 <3<3<3 ilu

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 NOT OKAY BRO

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 also?? you fucking started this????

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 LISTEN!!!!

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 X'D

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 i typed that w a very specific inflection hold on

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/18/2017 I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU WANT FROM ME

firesonic152 - 07/18/2017 LOL I'M FINDING THE CLIP

firesonic152 - 07/19/2017 https://youtu.be/RDoHownP9dg?t=17m47s LISTEN!!! LISTEN!!!!!

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/19/2017 X'D

firesonic152 - 07/19/2017 GOD NOW I'M THINKING ABOUT JACK TRYING TO CONVINCE HIMSELF IT'S OKAY TO SLEEP IN THE SAME BED AS GABE, HE'S NOT GONNA GET STABBED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AKSNFJDS

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/19/2017 baby steps

firesonic152 - 07/19/2017 qoq

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/19/2017 maybe the implanted thoughts just...get unmade when he forces himself to be vulnerable, and he can take them apart as he drowses in the afterglow and sure, all that emotional baggage will stay around and need to be worked through but getting rid of the false certainty will be a good start to fixing things

firesonic152 - 07/19/2017 sob s the more he lets himself be vulnerable, and the more gabriel affirms that it's okay to be vulnerable, the easier it gets starting with little things, like letting gabriel take his hand or touch his face and training himself not to expect a blow probably the first few times they have to sleep in separate rooms but eventually they're okay to sleep in the same bed at first, with jack facing gabe so he could watch and then slowly feeling okay turning his back and then eventually schnuggling >w<

SuspiciousPopsicle - 07/19/2017 ohhh...the first time they would have actually gone-to-sleep slept together was one night when they were sitting up on the couch in their safehouse (or whatever), going thru info and planning their next move. Jack ends up leaning against Gabe, feeling sleep creeping up on him and knowing that he ought to get up, telling himself to go to his room and shut the door. But he's warm and drowsy and almost comfortable, and he thinks 'in a minute. i'll get up and go, but...just one more minute.'

When Gabe realizes he's asleep, he briefly considers staying right there, but he also kinda figures that this wasn't a conscious decision on Jack's part. Very, very carefully, he manages to carry Jack to bed without fully waking him. As he's leaving, he notices Jack's jacket and remembers how torn up it was. He takes it with him to make a few repairs.

When Jack wakes up the next morning, he's alone in his own bed with no recollection of getting there. He goes out to find his jacket on the couch, mended. And he finds Gabe, alone in the other bedroom.

firesonic152 - 07/19/2017 GABE RESPECTED HIS SPACE!!!!!! TRUST HIM JACK!!!!!!!!!!! on their journey to fix jack they just kind of naturally start reforming their old bond and by the time they're getting somewhere it's almost unnecessary

[1dimagineclub]

Dirty Niall Imagine

🚫 WARNING 18+ PLZ 🚫

“The Phone Call”

“But Niall!” You half groaned half moaned, “You promised you would spend time with me since you only have a week off tour.” Niall had come back with a few days off tour and you wanted nothing more to have him back in your bed, but work and Harry calling every two seconds trying to figure out the next album had gotten in the way.

“Princess I’m sorry, you know I want nothing more than to be with you but trying to figure out this next album is really stressful and we want to make it perfect! Even better than the last one."

You realized where he was coming from but you had a desire in you that only your boyfriend Niall could fill.

After waiting what seemed like forever to have him get off the phone with Harry, you decided to go up to your room wash your face and get ready for bed. You crawl in and turn on the tv and start to watch some stupid tv show to distract you. About 20 minutes later your boyfriend, Niall walks in half naked just wearing his grey sweats. god dammit he turns me on you thought to yourself while you turn off the TV to not distract him to which seems like a very stressful call.

He gets in bed next to you turning off the bedside lamp, he puts him arm around you and you nuzzle into his chest. After about 5 minutes Niall starts to stroke your arm gently. It was harmless, Niall always loved to touch you, especially in public, he doesn’t do it to turn you on he just likes the feel of your skin on his guitar playing finger tips. And to show everyone else that you were is. All his.

You feel yourself start to get wet and antsy but then you had an idea… you kiss Niall’s cheek seeing him flush as the sweet gesture, you could hear Harry’s faint voice in the phone.

You went to kiss on Niall’s neck and hear a faint moan from him, bringing your head to face his with his hands, he faintly says “Babe, I can’t right now please wait until morning”

** Niall’s POV **

I knew (Y/N) was horny but goddamn, I couldn’t take this anymore she started to kiss my neck, the place where she knows kills me. I can’t have Harry hearing me moan on the phone! The boys would never let that up! As bad as it hurt I told her I couldn’t have her doing any of that tonight, and god I hope she listens because I can already feel myself get hard at her touch.

(Y/N) nuzzles back into my chest her hands dancing lightly on my abs and I  subconsciously flex for her.

God I hope she doesn’t feel how hard I am under my sweats, I can barely understand what Harry is saying anymore.

All of a sudden (Y/N) flips over so one of her legs is in-between mine whilst her face is right near my belly button. (Y/N) looks up at me and I shake my head no but as she started stroking me through my sweats and whispered in her soft sexy raspy voice, “No?” and I felt myself moving my head up and down to signal her to keep going. There’s no going back now…

** Your POV **

I could feel Niall was already hard and he just gave me permission to do the one thing I’ve been waiting for, achingly slow I slide down his sweats living him clad in his black Calvin Klein boxers I love so much. I kissed him on the outside on them causing a low growl/huff from Niall causing Harry to question what was happening on the other end of the business call. As Niall was explaining he “Stubbed his toe”. I took him fully in his mouth cause Niall to swear loudly, Harry just shaking it off as Niall being the potty mouth he his.

He’s breathing heavy now and I feel him twitch in my mouth signaling he is going to cum. I pull him out of your mouth seeing Niall with red cheeks and an upset face. He’s still responding to Harry but I doubt he knows what going on.

Then I hop off him and fully strip down causing Niall to stare at me with eyes full of lust and his bottom lip between his teeth. I fully straddle him now, seeing Niall look very nervous for being caught. I place a quick yet passionate kiss on his lips and sit down on his full erection that lays flat on his stomach. Since Niall couldn’t do much with foreplay for me and decided to do something I never have and grind my clit on his erection. He watched me in amazement and can’t help but moan a little quickly covering it up with a cough.

Then I line him up with me entrance and slowly easing onto him trying hard not to moan as he fills me up. He’s put the phone next to his ear on the pillow now on speaker, so he can forcefully grab my waist to steady my movements. I start to ride him growing in pace as time goes on, seeing Niall’s eyes go in the back of his head may be enough to send me over the edge, and seeing him struggle to talk to Harry is making me proud I can make my boyfriend so flustered.

We are both filled with ecstasy, passion, and true desire for one another and Niall is beginning to unravel, that's when Harry's says he has to take a wee and Niall puts it on mute. “Aww.... fuckin’ shit (Y/N) yer killin’ me over here, ridden’ me like dis while I’m on the phone wit Harry, you naughty girl” His Irish accent thick now more than ever.

We both get your moans out until Harry comes back, Niall reluctantly puts it off mute and begins to speak to him again, motioning for me to start moving again. So we can both find our release. About five minutes later, Niall starts to meet my hips with his thrusts and he starts to rub my oh so sensitive clit sending me to my orgasm, tightening my walls around him. He moans out louder than he should have when he come to his release.

"Is everything alright over there?” an oblivious Harry asks, “Yeah everything is really great Harry. I’m just hanging out” a shit excuse but I couldn’t care, I just think about how lucky I am to have a boyfriend who can please my whilst on a business call at the same time.

I go to the bathroom to wash up and brush my teeth for bed. When a very tired looking Niall Horan walks in and wraps his arm around my waist. “Maybe I have to take business calls more often baby.” I groan knowing how I hate not being able to spend as much as the little time I have with Niall. “But for know I get to punish you for making me go through that!” Niall laughed his sweet dorky laugh and picked me up throwing me over his shoulder and lightly throwing my on your bed, “If yer thought you got it bad wait till I’m done with ya, daddy’s got to take care of his little girl right?”

And that he did.

[softpink]

A Year in Spotify: March 2018

March is the worst month of the goddamn year. It’s just a vacuum of grief and loss and hurting. I miss Mike so much, and I’m making progress in coming to terms with it, but holy fucking shit I wish he hadn’t died. That’s all I have to say about this month, I’m happy for it to be over.

50. Store - Carly Rae Jepsen I can't play pretend, wish it hadn't come to this But you know there's some things you can't mend

49. Can’t Hold Us Down - Christina Aguilera Making up a few false rumors or two That for sure is not a man for me, slandering names for popularity It's sad you only get your fame through controversy But now it's time for me to come and give you more to say

48. The City - 1975 Don 't call it a fight when you know it 's a war With nothing but your t-shirt on

47. Discovering the Waterfront - Silverstein Pretend it’s not forever I'll pull myself together, I'll say that I'll forget her, I'll breathe And I'll say she never hurt me, and look at it as learning And laugh about the good and the bad 

46. Getaway Car - Taylor Swift Well he was running after us, I was screaming, "go, go, go" But with three of us, honey, it's a side show And a circus ain't a love story, and now we’re both sorry

45. Fight Test - The Flaming Lips Cause I'm a man not a boy and there are things you can't avoid, You have to face them when you're not prepared to face them

44. Sober - Lorde Midnight, we’re fading Till daylight, we’re jaded We know that it’s over In the morning, you'll be dancing with all the heartache

43. Double Cross - Senses Fail All my pictures have faded over time I burnt the negatives of you

42. Sleeping With a Friend - Neon Trees All my friends stay up past midnight Looking for the thing to fill the void I don't go out much like I used to Something about the strangers and the noise

41. A Song For Ernest Hemingway - The Wonder Years And I heard all about how his plane went down after Christmas in the Congo He read about his own death in the paper, I bet it was freeing to know When you destroy anything worth chasing, there's nowhere left to go

40. A Change of Heart - The 1975 And she said, I've been so worried about you lately You look shit and smell a bit You're mad thinking you could ever save me Not looking like that

39. Hum Hallelujah - Fall Out Boy I love you in the same way there's a chapel in a hospital One foot in your bedroom, and one foot out the door

38. First Letter From St. Sean (Rearranged) - Sorority Noise I am not alive, I didn't mean to leave you when I died I was too scared you might be the one to leave There's so much more to life than the flick of a knife

37. So It Goes... - Taylor Swift Cut me into pieces Gold cage, hostage to my feelings

36. Truffle Butter - Nicki Minaj Your whole style and approach, I invented And I ain't taking that back, cause I meant it

35. I Don’t Fuck With You - Big Sean I swear I hear some new bullshit every day I'm waking up It seems like nowadays everybody breaking up That shit can break you down if you lose a good girl I guess you need a bad bitch to come around and make it up

34. Dress - Taylor Swift I'm spilling wine in the bathtub, you kiss my face and we're both drunk Everyone thinks that they know us, but they know nothing about us

33. Me vs The Highway - The Wonder Years I remember me at eighteen, naked in your parents' basement Young and careless, watching you blow smoke rings And I remember me at eighteen You sat stoic in front me, a portrait of who we'd someday be

32. The Waterboy Returns - Modern Baseball It’s fun to be all talk, but I won't be here forever Rough time to be a lost soul, I'm sure, but we feel the same Death won't bring friends and flowers to your grave

31. You’re Crashing But You’re No Wave - Fall Out Boy Case open, case shut But you could pay to close it like a casket

30. State of Grace - Taylor Swift We are alone, just you and me Up in your room and our slates are clean Just twin fire signs, four blue eyes

29. Writer in the Dark - Lorde Stood on my chest and kept me down Hated hearing my name on the lips of a crowd Did my best to exist just for you

28. I’m Serious I’m Sorry - Jeff Rosenstock I wanted to tell you I know how it feels when The people you love just start disappearing Ashamed that you took their presence for granted But I didn’t want to seem condescending

27. Bonfire - Childish Gambino They told me I was awful man, that shit did not phase me Tell me how I suck again, my memory is hazy

26. She Way Out - The 1975 With a face from a movie scene Or magazine, you know what I mean

25. Don’t Take The Money - Bleachers And I saw your face and hands, colored in sun and then I think I understand

24. The “I” in Lie - Patrick Stump It might’ve felt good for a minute But admit it to yourself it ain’t right When you’re sleeping with your lover But you’re living with your wife

23. Flicker, Fade - Taking Back Sunday So you can go, go, go, if you want to I wouldn't try and stop you I couldn't say I blame you

22. Loverboy - You Me At Six Your past has you in a choke hold But you deserve it from what I've been told

21. A Little Uncanny - Conor Oberst You know old Ronnie Reagan, he was a shoe salesman's son He got himself in the movies, he impressed everyone He fought trial by fire, was America's fate He made a joke of the poor people, and that made him a saint

20. Like a River Runs - Bleachers The summer's gone and I'm alone And I get the feeling that you're somewhere close And I wanna get up, to the rhythm of your wild, to the rhythm of your wild heart It beats, been beating since you've gone

19. Something - Julien Baker I just let the silence swallow me up The ring in my ears, the taste of blood Asking aloud why you're leaving But the pavement won't answer me

18. Blacktop - Julien Baker But I know you're in the pews, the same as stools around the bar And I know I saw your hand when I went out and wrapped my car

17. Treacherous - Taylor Swift And I'll do anything you say, if you say it with your hands And I'd be smart to walk away, but you're quicksand

16. The Way - Ariana Grande You got my heart, don’t know how you did it And I don’t care who sees it babe I don’t wanna hide the way I feel when you're next to me

15. Hard Feelings/Loveless - Lorde When you've outgrown a lover, the whole world knows but you It's time to let go of this endless summer afternoon

14. Cry - Carly Rae Jepsen He never wants to strip down to his feelings He never wants to kiss and close his eyes

13. Jacksonville Skyline - Whiskeytown I was born in an abundance of inherited sadness And fifty cent picture frames bought at a five and dime

12. Go Home - Julien Baker And I haven't been taking my meds Lock all the cabinets, send me to bed Cause I know you're still worried I'm gonna get scared Cause I'm alone again and I don't like the things I see

11. Reckless - You Me At Six Your loose lips let, let words slide You spend too much time talking about my life Stories you will spin just for a power trip It's safe to say that I am not into it

10. All I Need - Radiohead You are all I need I'm in the middle of your picture Lying in the reeds

9. Cutting My Fingers Off - Turnover I never wanted to make you go You might be a stranger now But I just wanted to let you know that I meant what I said

8. Rich as Fuck - Lil Wayne (Will rapping this entire goddamn song on the drive the DC is forever burned into my memory)

7. No Halo (Rearranged) - Sorority Noise The same things that plague you still plaguing me God called you to fulfill a vacancy I tried to see why it wasn't me

6. Sex - The 1975 You and your fit friends anyway I'd take them all out any day They've all got back combs anyway You've all got boyfriends anyway

5. Wild Pack of Family Dogs - Modest Mouse And I’m sitting outside my mud lake, waiting for the pack to take me away And right after I die the dogs start floating up towards the glowing sky

4. Green Light - Lorde But honey I'll be seeing you, wherever I go But honey I'll be seeing you down every road I'm waiting for it, that green light, I want it

3. Everybody Lost Somebody - Bleachers And there's a reason I wake up alone in strange places A reason I see myself in a million faces A reason I can't stop it all from changing So come on, motherfucker, you survived, you gotta give yourself a break

2. Supercut - Lorde In my head, I do everything right When you call, I'll forgive and not fight Because ours are the moments I play in the dark We were wild and fluorescent, come home to my heart

1. Drummer Boy - MisterWives Never want to wake up next to anybody else Never in my life did I want to hear the wedding bells You make me believe in something I claimed untrue Set my fears on fire, like a phoenix I am new With you, I am new every scar fades away, less existent with each day they fade away

[justjen523]

The Fantasy (Part 1)

MC x Leon

Rating E (18+)

For my girlie @thecelestiallibra  Thank you for the trade of a lifetime for me! You’re my hero!

The steam flooded the room as I closed the door behind me. It had been a long day at work and I was glad to finally be home alone in my apartment taking a long hot shower.

I was happy to finally have a day off even if it wasn't truly the case. Sure, I didn't have my job to go to but I had promised the gods I would assist them tomorrow. Not that I was complaining. No, not if he was going to be there.

I'm not sure when exactly it began but I started developing feelings for a certain someone. A fact even I hadn't accepted until the first night I dreamt of us in bed together. The dream had felt so real I hadn't been able to even look him in the eyes since. It didn't get any easier either as I continued to have those vivid dreams. My ever growing hunger for him manifesting in my sleep. It wasn’t like I was ever going to tell him. What would he ever want with a mere human like me?

That didn’t stop me from fantasizing though. Especially as the hot water trickled down my skin. I closed my eyes and imagined his fingertips touching my body all over. I bit my lip as the water poured through my hair and again I imagined it was him combing his fingers through. Pulling my fingers along my skin, sending droplets of water flying in every direction I whispered his name into the empty room.

“Leon.” Digging my nails into my skin, I lightly raked them over my breasts as streams of water cascaded downward. Just imagining it almost made it feel real, I desired it that badly. It was sinful and dirty but it was my secret and mine alone. What did it matter if I pleasured myself and pretended it was him?

As my hands traversed my body the warmth of the water caressed me as if it were a lover. My head fell back as I slid my fingers between my legs and from my lips only one word spilled forth over and over. “Leon.”

************

A smirk tugged at his lips as he watched her every movement within his room. Door shut and appropriately locked if for no other reason than to avoid the antics of that goddamn fish for one evening.

“My what a naughty goldfish.” His grin widened as he watched her caress her own body, his name falling from her luscious lips. As her fingers slipped inside his eyes narrowed mischievously.

“Oh-ho? You think that could even compare to the real thing? How about....I give you a little taste.” He raised his hand and snapped his fingers before mimicking her own hands movements flawlessly like a puppet. She had no idea he could actually pull the strings.

************

I had the perfect rhythm as I continuously pushed and pulled my fingers and I felt the familiar warmth begin to gather at my core. Oh how I wished it really were him and not just me pleasuring myself. I suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to curl my fingers in such a way I gasped when I realized it pushed against my sweet spot and momentarily stopped. What on Earth inspired me to do that? Up till now I had no idea I could even do that.

However I didn’t think on it too long as a newly found hunger rose within me and once more it didn’t take long till I was moaning his name. Then, almost like lightning something strange surged through my body from the tips of my fingers and toes all the way down to my core. It was so overwhelming yet felt so unimaginably good I cried out in sheer ecstasy. It continued even without me touching myself till I could no longer stand alone and leaned against the tile as the water continued to wash over me.

When the orgasm itself actually hit, it was so intense I screamed his name as tears fell from my eyes. When it finally subsided after several long moments, I collapsed to the ground, panting wildly as I tried to catch my breath. Somewhere in the back of my mind I was aware the steam and hot water was too much and making me woozy on top of everything else. Just as my vision wavered and began to blur, a sudden blast of cool air fell over me effectively extinguishing the encroaching dizzy spell.

When my baring's returned, it was then that I realized I was no longer in my shower. Nor was I in my apartment for that matter and as that reality hit home, I also realized I was still completely naked and dripping wet. Instinctively my eyes shot up and what they fell upon knocked the wind from me.

“L-L-Leon!” He sat in a chair beside his bed, one leg crossed lazily upon the other as he grinned at me devilishly. 

“It would seem goldfish that your little bowl was not large enough to satisfy you.” His look was purely predatory and I fell speechless, utterly horrified at my current predicament. Still smirking he slowly got to his feet and made his way toward me languidly, his eyes never once leaving mine. When he stood before me towering from above, his fingers gently brushed along my wet skin before gripping my chin firmly in his warm fingers.

“It’s not every day a fish offers itself as a meal.” O-Oh my goodness...his eyes are....so beautiful.

"I.... I....." There was no way I could form a complete sentence and then I remembered I was completely naked and tried covering myself.

"Pffft, why are you trying to hide yourself from me? Do you honestly believe I haven't already seen every inch of your naked flesh?" My cheeks suddenly burned furiously.

"Silly goldfish, how presumptuous to believe that you could hide your fantasies from me." His powerful aura swallowed the entire room and I trembled with a mix of fear and excitement as I lowered my head.

"I-I'm...sorry, I d-d-didn't mean to offend you...." I still couldn't bring myself to look at him but I heard him laugh.

"Then how will you make it up to me?" His voice, while deep and powerful sounded nothing but amused and playful.

“Errr.....I-I....what would you like for me to do?” 

“Let’s start with whatever I tell you to do.” The tips of his fingers grazed my scalp so softly goosebumps erupted down my neck and arms at the sensation. I clenched my eyes shut trying hard not to make a sound at how unbelievably good it felt. I heard him chuckle darkly before crossing the room once more and returning to his seat in the chair beside his bed.

“For starters, don’t do that.”

“D-Do what?”

“Miserably fail at trying to hide your feelings from me. I know everything about you.”

“I umm....”

“I know everything you desire or have you forgotten who it is that I am little goldfish?” Finally finding the courage I raise my head and our eyes meet making me freeze like a deer in headlights. There is an almost otherworldly glow in his fiery sensual gaze as he continues to smile in a very sinister way. It takes a moment for the words to register but when they do I feel a pit deep inside my stomach. No way, had he seen...my dreams? Oh my god! Was he watching me just moments ago when I was....

“From that expression you must have just figured out exactly who I am and what I’m capable of.”

“Oh my god....I’m.....so ashamed and so embarrassed!” I hide my face in my hands desperately praying the floor will swallow me whole. 

“Oh-ho? Which part? Fantasizing about me so much that you dream of it every night or being so naïve to believe you are even capable of fathoming just what I am capable of?” Mortified would be an understatement. I wish I would disappear.

“Pffft, disappear? Whatever for? Or have you already forgotten that you have yet to satisfy me? It must be nice to have the memory of a goldfish.” 

“Y-You read my mind?!”

“Of course not. Though it seems you need reminding that I am the Minister of Wishes. I hear your every desire, your every wish no matter how frivolous or silly.” 

“I-I’m sorry!”

“Boring.”

“Huh?”

“I don’t want your apologies.”

“I-I don’t think I understand.”

“How very unsurprising.” Embarrassed at his incessant insults I once more hid my face from him feeling a nearly unbearable burning sensation throughout my face, neck and ears. Several moments passed in silence before he finally spoke.

“Show me.”

“W-What?”

“Show me.”

“Show you what?”

“Spread your legs and touch yourself.” A deep shade of crimson had to be clearly visible due to the intense heat that radiated from my skin.

“Y-You want me to...”

“Touch yourself. It’s not as if you are incapable, especially considering your performance a short while ago.” 

“I don’t think I can....I..”

“Too embarrassed? There’s no need, this wouldn’t be the first time I’ve seen you do it.” An incredibly smug smile pulled the corner of his lips into a smirk letting me know I had never had any privacy when it came to Leon and my fantasies. 

“How many times have you wished for this to be real? Yet here you sit with the very opportunity and yet you hesitate.” I wasn’t sure what to do. Part of me wanted this more than my lungs wanted air, yet I was so afraid he would simply laugh and I don’t think I could bear it.

“If I was completely uninterested you wouldn’t be sitting naked in my room. If you want my attention however, you’re gonna have to earn it. Entertain me, show me what you are willing to do to please me and just maybe I will take mercy on you by showing you what it means to experience love from a god.” A soft gasp slid from my lips at just exactly what those words meant. H-He would.....with me? For a moment there was ringing in my ears and my heart was thrumming so loudly it would put a drum to shame. After a few deep breaths I centered myself and met his stare once more.

With new found resolve I repositioned myself to give him the best view. After an internal deep breath I slowly spread my legs apart for him to see. I was relieved to find a carnal smirk looking upon me seemingly pleased. 

“Good girl. Now, touch yourself the way you always do, pretending it’s me.” Though still nervous his command had lit a fire within me that began to blaze. There was no turning back, I had to put on a good show, I had to please him.

“Nmmm.....” I breathed as I slowly pulled my fingers along my slit all the while watching him watch me. 

“More.” He commanded shifting in his chair to get a better view. I followed his instructions and began to pleasure myself for the god of Leo who was now staring at me like a beast with its prey cornered. I was so wet despite being nervous making it very easy when he next instructed me to add a finger.

My heart leapt into my throat when he slid from his chair to the floor crawling slowly over to me staring hungrily at my pussy. My entire body trembled as his form closed in on me with such power radiating from him it was palpable. 

“L-Leon...” I whimpered his name when he hovered above me watching me with glowing eyes, a wild and hungry expression meeting mine. His form slowly lowered before he whispered in my ear.

“Does it feel good? The way you imagine me touching you?” I couldn’t even find words to respond making him chuckle darkly in response.

“Close your eyes.” He instructed in a softer voice, still deep and rich sounding and nearly a purr. I did as instructed and after enjoying the show a while he ordered me to stop causing a wave of frustration as I was starting to build towards release. 

“Spread your legs wider.” Eyes still closed and feeling exceptionally vulnerable I slowly spread them further apart wondering what he was planning on doing. Nothing was happening so I was starting to wonder if I should dare open my eyes just a little when the sensation of a warm tongue slowly lapped its way up my sex making me cry out in a mix of surprise and pure ecstasy. 

“L-Leon! Oh my....Oh my god!” His tongue explored every inch of my womanhood making me writhe and moan at his mercy. He closed his entire mouth around me swirling his tongue before sucking tightly and pulling away sharply. 

“Not bad, not bad at all for a goldfish. Now let’s see how tight you are.” Without any warning his slid a finger in my entrance before plunging it as deeply as he could. I opened my eyes to find his dangerously close to mine causing me to inhale sharply at his close proximity. 

Almost as if to tease he held eye contact before withdrawing the finger and sucking it into his mouth. His sharp feline like eyes held me captive as he smiled, continuing to lick my taste from his finger. I stared at him in wonder, his beauty and magnificence utterly hypnotizing. 

"Nmm..." I couldn't think, I couldn't speak. I had never felt anything like this before. It was as though the energy surrounding me was intoxicating me. I couldn't resist him even if I wanted to. I was under his spell and completely submissive.

"Tell me goldfish, do you know what my special ability is?" He purred as he dragged the pads of his fingers lightly up my torso setting my skin on fire. Unable to speak I merely shook my head as his smile grew wider.

"Would you like me to show you?" Lost in his fiery eyes I nodded. He leaned in and softly placed a kiss upon my lips causing my body to burn up.

"You can be as loud as you like." He snickered before claiming my lips once again. His hot tongue licked across my lips and demanded entry. When I opened my mouth against his, our tongues entwined slowly. His gently licked across mine causing a tsunami between my legs. A moment later his hand covered my sex and rubbed gently as I undulated against it, my body screaming for his touch.

His individual fingers pulled up and down my wetness making me whimper into his mouth. A finger easily slid inside followed by another. We built a steady rhythm together as his long, elegant fingers thrusted perfectly in and out of me.

"Hold on tight little goldfish, I am going to show you the power of a god." With his guidance, I wrapped my arms around his neck and squeezed. His mouth hungrily claimed mine once more and then it happened. The same incredible sensation flooded my body like it had in the shower only it was dialed way up this time. It surged forth from his fingers deep within me commanding every cell in my body to bend to his will.

It was electric and powerful stealing my breath away as it filled my entire body with warmth and ecstasy I could never have fathomed. I wanted to cry out, make audible the exquisite bliss this merciful god had bestowed upon me. Tears streamed from the corners of my eyes as every inch of me followed his silent instruction like a conductor guiding an orchestra. My heated blood rushed hurriedly toward my core with such vigor my body began to quake.

"I won't allow you to come until you beg." He teased holding me at the precipice of release.

"P-P-Please Lord Leon, I b-beg for your m-mercy. Allow me to.....unnnnh......let go...pleeeease!" I cried as my eyes strained to hold back the flood of tears building further.

"Well done." The orgasm washed over me with such insane intensity I felt my mind begin to short circuit. I screamed so loudly my lungs and throat burned as every muscle in my body contracted upon his command.

His lips trailed softly along my skin before burying his face in my neck as my naked and helpless form shuddered in the aftershocks of post orgasmic bliss. My eyes though blurred with tears stared blankly at the ceiling above me as my erratic breaths eventually slowed.

"Pace yourself goldfish. We have only just begun." His breath tickled the tender flesh along my ear causing me to sigh in temporary contentment.

[meowingunicorns]

55, 69, 61, 13, 32, 37, 52, 99, 72, 5

you kinda convinced me to answer all of them, and i need a good distraction at work anyway…. plus im vain enough to want to answer everything

1. What is you middle name? Zsuzsanna 2. How old are you? 223. When is your birthday? dont really want to disclose this…4. What is your zodiac sign? cancer5. What is your favorite color? red? pink?6. What’s your lucky number? 127. Do you have any pets? a dog and some kois8. Where are you from? hungary9. How tall are you? 173 entire centimeters10. What shoe size are you? 39-41 in hungary, honestly it depends on the store i go to….11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? a lot, but the ones i actually wear is like… 6 pairs12. What was your last dream about? it was really complicated, but i forgot…..13. What talents do you have? i can raise my right eyebrow14. Are you psychic in any way? kinda yeah? yeah15. Favorite song? Siriusmo - Rote Beete16. Favorite movie? The Yellow Submarine by the Beatles and/or The Lord of the Rings trilogy17. Who would be your ideal partner? @occams-lazer but like closer than the opposite side of the goddamned globe18. Do you want children? neverrrr19. Do you want a church wedding? nope20. Are you religious? not really, i dont practice and i kind of believe in my own things21. Have you ever been to the hospital? yeah22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? not yet23. Have you ever met any celebrities? i guess ive met famous hungarian actors before24. Baths or showers? uhhh this is hard, bathes are awesome but ive gotten used to showers lately25. What color socks are you wearing? pink and white stripes with a watermelon at the heel26. Have you ever been famous? no27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? noooo28. What type of music do you like? honestly, anything upbeat29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? nope30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 1-2, depends how high they are31. What position do you usually sleep in? roadkill frog (spread out)32. How big is your house? living with my parents and its a decent sized family home33. What do you typically have for breakfast? nothing34. Have you ever fired a gun? yeah, it was fun35. Have you ever tried archery? yeah, and i suck at it36. Favorite clean word? dont have one…37. Favorite swear word? lófasz (horse cock in hungarian, kinda used like bullshit)38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 45 hours i think39. Do you have any scars? a bunch, but i dont remember where i got most of them…40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? nope41. Are you a good liar? i think so yeah42. Are you a good judge of character? like to think i am, but sometimes i get mistaken43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? yeah, i can do a really stereotypical spanish person speakign english, and a german too44. Do you have a strong accent? sometimes, but according to @occams-lazer its not too bad45. What is your favorite accent? irish, scottish, and anything northern Great Brittain46. What is your personality type? INFP i think47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? my embroidered bomber jacket pictured here: https://meowingunicorns.tumblr.com/post/155218933636/happy-new-years-taking-selfies-drunk-in-a-bars48. Can you curl your tongue? yepp49. Are you an innie or an outie? is this about bellybuttons? an innie50. Left or right handed? right, used to be ambidextrous when little apparently51. Are you scared of spiders? i am absolutely terrified of them52. Favorite food?  just, everything53. Favorite foreign food? also everything, gimme them flavors 54. Are you a clean or messy person? umm, somewhere in the middle, im messy, but not dirty, if that makes sense55. Most used phrase?  even if i have one, its probs in hungarian and not easily translatable56. Most used word? well /hát57. How long does it take for you to get ready? depends, i can get ready from getting out of bed till stepping outside in 10 minutes, if i need to58. Do you have much of an ego? i have the lowest self esteem of anyone i know of59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? suck, i hate biting candy and hearing the crunch60. Do you talk to yourself? yeah, often61. Do you sing to yourself? aham62. Are you a good singer? not really, but apparently if i got lessons i would at least be bearable63. Biggest Fear? being alone and ignored by everyone64. Are you a gossip? i like a good gossip but i dont talk about people behind their abcks65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? lord of the rings, the return of the king66. Do you like long or short hair? short!!!!!!67. Can you name all 50 states of America? probably not, they all have pretty bland names 8no offence) and i always forget one or two68. Favorite school subject? literature69. Extrovert or Introvert? introvert70. Have you ever been scuba diving? never, but i want to71. What makes you nervous? everything, people, things, life, living72. Are you scared of the dark? sometimes73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? depends on the mistake74. Are you ticklish? very….75. Have you ever started a rumor? hopefully not76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? not really77. Have you ever drank underage? yes78. Have you ever done drugs? yep79. Who was your first real crush? Richie in grade 2, but in grade 3 we got seated together and i found out that hes a lame crybaby, so i kicked him out of his chair80. How many piercings do you have? noe81. Can you roll your Rs? always had some problems with Rs, when im tired i dont really roll them82. How fast can you type? without typos not kinda fast, not too good tho83. How fast can you run? not fast at all….84. What color is your hair? right now its the original dark blond potato skin colour85. What color is your eyes? light greyish blue86. What are you allergic to? like everything thats edible, plus i get a rash from eucalyptus87. Do you keep a journal? tried to several times, but couldnt remember to use it more than twice88. What do your parents do? why is this important?89. Do you like your age? ehh i guess90. What makes you angry? omg, everything, im an angry person91. Do you like your own name? yeah92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? nope, no babies here93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? neither 94. What are you strengths? im really persistent95. What are your weaknesses? i also give up easily and dont believe in myself96. How did you get your name? theres no story, my parents just went, eh, szilvia sounds good97. Were your ancestors royalty? nnnope98. Do you have any scars? htis was already asked….99. Color of your bedspread? white, im plain100. Color of your room? “vanilla yellow”