#i saw a coat in a window downtown

[thecryptidart1st]

Get you a man who can do both AND merc off as many fuzzy mammals as he does children ;)

[luvs4jhutch]

National Anthem

Fanfic type: Smut One Shot Word count: 2.7k+ Pairing: Josh Hutcherson x Fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI; praising, edging, calling names (baby, sweetheart, etc), unprotected sex, dry humping, oral (m receiving), creampie, female pronouns, aftercare.. (I don't know how to write endings so i'll put it as a warning too LMAO)

Summary: In a night filled with opulence, you dressed to impress for your lover's mysterious surprise. From a chic restaurant to a lavish penthouse, you basked in the extravagance he showered upon you. The evening unfolded with decadent courses, expensive wines, and whispered promises of more indulgent encounters. As the night progressed, the dimly lit room enveloped you, its intimacy heightening the anticipation with each passing moment. The air was thick with desire as the lavish surroundings became a backdrop for an unforgettable rendezvous.

Author note: This is the first time I write something here, I hope you like it. English is not my first language btw, feel free to correct grammar and stuff. Merry christmas LMAOO<3

˝Money is the anthem of success so put on mascara and your party dress.˝

You looked in the mirror one last time and were radiant. Your hair in a half ponytail; the black short dress that was both elegant and casual; your lips... they looked so desirable... You were ready, and you knew it.

You looked at the time on your cell phone 06:54 PM. You knew Josh wasn't an unpunctual person, especially when it came to you. A message appeared on the screen of the device you were holding «hope you're ready for our surprise, sweetheart» You didn't even bother to open it.

You grabbed your expensive Louis Vuitton bag and a gorgeous fur coat, both gifts from your lover.

You checked the time one last time: 7:00pm sharp. The horn of Josh's Bugatti Veyron that you already recognized sounded twice, indicating that he was already waiting for you. You took your keys and opened the door to your luxurious residence. You couldn't see him, his windows were tinted, but you knew he could. As soon as you got close enough to the vehicle, Josh got out of it and approached you, kissed your hand and opened the door for you to get into the car. “You look stunning,” he says as he sits in the driver's side. “Thank you,” you responded, giving him a smile that maybe was fake, wondering whether to add an «I already knew that» or maybe an «I always am».

"Are you ready?" he asked looking into your eyes. You nodded at his question and smiled genuinely. "Yes I am".

Josh started the engine and the car purred at the action. He lightly placed his right hand on your thigh. This would be a long night.

You drove quickly down the highway. "Can I turn on the radio?" you asked, already knowing the obvious answer. "Yes, honey," your lover responded without taking his eyes off the road. "West Coast" by Lana del Rey began to be heard on all the car speakers.

You sang along to the lyrics, feeling the breeze in your hair. Josh smiled at you, admiring your beauty and your voice. He squeezed your thigh gently, making you shiver. You leaned closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder. He kissed your forehead, whispering "I love you". You said it back, even though you weren't sure if you meant it.

You wondered where he was taking you. He had been secretive about the surprise, only telling you to dress nicely and be ready by seven. You trusted him, but you also felt a bit nervous.

You looked out the window and saw the city lights. You recognized some of the landmarks. You were heading downtown, to the most exclusive area of the city. You wondered what kind of place Josh had booked for you. A fancy restaurant? A luxury hotel? A private club? You felt a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

As you approached the downtown area, you couldn't help but think about the extravagant possibilities awaiting you. The city lights reflected in your eyes, mirroring the sparkle of your designer jewelry.

Josh, focused on the road, continued to caress your thigh with a possessive grip. The anticipation grew as the car glided through the upscale streets. You subtly adjusted your dress, making sure it showcased your curves flawlessly.

The car pulled up in front of a lavish restaurant with a discreet entrance. A valet opened the door for you, and Josh guided you inside. The dimly lit ambiance and the soft music set the perfect scene for a romantic evening. As you entered, heads turned to admire the stunning couple.

Seated at a private table, the evening unfolded with decadent courses and expensive wines. Josh, absorbed in conversation, lavished you with compliments, occasionally interrupting to share an anecdote about his successful ventures. You listened attentively, feigning interest, your mind occasionally drifting to the price tags of the exquisite dishes.

Throughout the night, you played the role of the perfect trophy girlfriend, smiling for the cameras that discreetly captured your moments. The more Josh flaunted his wealth, the more you relished in the attention and the material pleasures that came with it.

As the night progressed, Josh surprised you with a small velvet box. Your heart raced with excitement as you opened it to reveal a dazzling piece of jewelry: a diamond necklace that matched the earrings he had gifted you on a previous occasion. You marveled at it, thanking him with a kiss on the cheek.

As the clock neared midnight, Josh suggested heading to his apartment to extend the celebration. Intrigued, you agreed, wondering what else he had in store for the night.

The car smoothly glided through the city streets once more, and soon, you found yourselves in front of a sleek, modern apartment building. Josh escorted you inside, the anticipation growing with each step. The private elevator ascended to the top floor, opening into a lavish penthouse adorned with city views and opulent furnishings.

The atmosphere changed, becoming more intimate as you entered the spacious living room. Soft music played in the background, and the city lights shimmered through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Josh poured glasses of champagne, toasting to the night and the surprises yet to unfold. "To us," you added, taking a sip of the bubbly liquid.

As the night wore on, Josh led you through the luxurious penthouse. He guided you to a dimly lit room where a large, four-poster bed dominated the space. You stepped into the room, your heart racing with anticipation. The soft lighting cast an alluring glow on Josh's features, making him even more irresistible. As he closed the door behind him, you could feel the tension between them escalate.

Josh slowly approached you, his eyes roving over your body in a way that made you feel both excited and vulnerable. He reached out and ran his hands to your hips, pulling you closer, sending a shiver down your spine. "Tonight is all about us." He whispered to your ear. His lips brushed against your neck, sending a wave of desire coursing through you.

He led you over to the bed, his hands never leaving your body. He sat down, indicating with a nod that you should sit on his lap, which you did. You leaned closer to his lips and closed the small distance that existed with a passionate kiss, full of desire. His hands ran possessively from your waist until they reached the top of your back, where the zipper of your dress was, which was slowly lowered, revealing the skin that shivered down with every touch and caress that Josh gave you.

He stopped kissing your mouth, starting to focus on marking, kissing and licking your neck. Your head threw back in pleasure and your hips began to move slightly on your lover's lap, feeling his erection beneath you.

"It looks like someone prepared for tonight," Josh smirked after observing a set of beautiful lingerie that you were wearing under your elegant clothing, a gift he had given you on one of your previous sexual dates. You chuckled as you began to loosen his tie and slowly unbutton his shirt. You helped him take off his shirt while he removed the luxurious diamond necklace he gave you a few hours before.

"I have to pay you somehow, right?" He approached your neck again as you said those words. "Mhm…" He responded with a sigh against your skin "I guess you do, baby." You humped faster at his cock and he bucked his hips slightly, looking for more friction.

As the room filled with their passionate moans and soft gasps, Josh started to unclasp your bra, leaving your breasts visible which Josh quickly began to massage, licking one of your nipples while playing with the other to give them equal attention. "Josh…" you moaned softly to his ear at the sensation.

The tips of his fingers began to play with the edge of your underwear, lowering it completely as he buckled his hips looking for release. He pushed you away gently to look at you in your eyes "Kneel down, baby…" he ordered and you obeyed him like his good girl. Cautiously, you began to remove his belt and unzip his pants, him looking at you with desire and lust. You helped him take off his pants and lightly caressed his crotch. He sighed at the mix of need, desire and your hand going up and down really slowly, almost tortuously. You felt him tremble at your touch and after playing for a while you pulled down his boxers, his hard cock already dripping pre-cum. You swear your mouth watered at the sight, and you quickly started licking his length, from base to tip, on which you left a small kiss before finally taking his cock into your mouth, never breaking eye contact. Her hand slid to your hair and stroked it slowly. You swirled your tongue around his tip and he leaned his head back, holding your head tighter and closer to him. You gagged feeling the tip of his cock touching the back of your throat and he immediately loosened his grip, letting you go at your own pace.

"Fuck…" He groaned and you hummed to his pulsating cock in response. His hand dropped to the bed sheets, squeezing them as he felt a knot form in his abdomen warning him of his orgasm. You noticed this and separated your mouth from his cock, a thread of saliva joining them both, as you began to jerk him off with a slow pace, edging him off. He rolled his eyes back into his head once more feeling his orgasm cutting off. He cupped your face gently in his hands, lifting it up. He looked into your eyes. His previously brown eyes were quickly consumed by the black of his dilated pupils, thanks to desire. You clumsily climbed back into his lap, his hands immediately settling on your hips with a firm, possessive grip. You grabbed his dick desperately and lined it up to your cunt, feeling the tip of it rub against you before sitting slowly on it.

"Oh fuck!" you exclaimed as he slid into you, hitting your cervix "God… you're so good…" He moaned as he felt your hot, tight pussy enveloping his cock. His hands left your hips and moved to your thighs, holding onto them as he started moving his hips slowly, pushing deeper inside you. You whimpered, meeting his pace as you grinded your hips against him. You could feel your orgasm building up, your pussy clenching around his cock with every thrust. He moaned, seeing your breasts swaying in time with his thrusts. "You're so fucking sexy riding me like that." He said, feeling your tight pussy milking his cock. His hips slapped against yours as he pushed deeper and harder inside you. Your body shaking with pleasure. Your eyes were rolled back in your head, your mouth open panting. You couldn't believe the pleasure you were feeling, his hard cock stretching you open.

"F…fuck… im so close…" You whispered between a moan, your eyes rolling back as you felt an intense wave of pleasure wash over you. "Be a good girl and cum for me, sweetheart…" you tried to respond, but only moans and sighs came out of your mouth. The orgasm hit you like an electroshock drawing an almost screamed moan. Your thighs trembling on top of Josh; your eyes completely rolled into your head. You fell onto Josh's chest, your head on his shoulder and he held you gently. He slowed his pace so you would come down from his orgasm. Josh held you close, feeling your body shuddering from the aftershocks of your intense orgasm. His heart raced, feeling the heat emanating from your body. He kissed your forehead softly, his own breathing heavy. "You're incredible…" he whispered to your ear before leaving another kiss in your forehead.

After a few moments, his heart rate slowly returned to normal and he couldn't hold back any longer. "Ready for round two, honey?" He asked, his voice hoarse from the pleasure. You nodded, feeling completely spent but eager for more. Josh pulled out of you slowly, making sure to prolong the pleasure before lying you down on the bed, his hard cock still twitching. Your legs spread slightly. He climbed on top of you, pinning your wrists over your head. His eyes hungrily eating you up and your body trembled with anticipation.

Josh thrust into you again, his movements both fast and hard, despite his efforts to maintain control. The sensation was intense, filling you up completely. His breathing became ragged as he felt himself close. "Fuck, you feel so good… so perfect for me…". You moaned loudly, feeling Josh's rough love deep within you. Your body arched off the bed, meeting his powerful thrusts eagerly.You could feel the intensity of his movements increasing further.

"I can't hold on much longer" Josh groaned, his hips slamming against yours in an unyielding rhythm. The head of his cock brushed against your cervix, sending waves of pleasure through your body. He bit his lower lip, trying to hold off his orgasm. His eyes were filled with lust. "Fuck, you're tight" he grunted, pushing deeper inside you. You wrapped your legs around him, encouraging him to go deeper. He felt your tight muscles gripping his shaft, pulling him closer to the edge.

His movements became erratic, thrusting into you with renewed force. "I'm gonna cum…" You moaned, feeling the pressure and tightness growing inside you. You arched your back, meeting his thrusts hungrily as he slammed into you again and again, feeling his cock twitching inside you. "I need you to cum inside me… please…" you whispered, your voice sultry and seductive. Your hips bucked up against him in perfect sync with his thrusts, your breasts swaying enticingly. Your nails dug into the sheets beneath you as Josh's pace quickened even more. "Cum for me…" you moaned seductively, pushing your hips up to meet his powerful thrusts.

Josh groaned loudly, his breaths becoming ragged as he felt himself getting closer to his climax. You writhed under him, meeting his thrusts eagerly. "Fuck, you're so tight… so hot…"

His hips slammed against yours one last time, his cock throbbing inside you. eyes closed tightly as he released himself into you, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. His seed filled you up, feeling both hot and thick. He groaned loudly, his face contorted in pleasure.

He panted heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He collapsed onto you, your panting filling the room. His cock twitched inside you as he tried to regain control. Slowly, he pulled out of you, a trail of his essence leaking out.

After a few moments, his breathing returned to normal. Slowly, he rolled off you, panting heavily. He looked down at you, his eyes filled with satisfaction. "That was… intense." He said, still trying to catch his breath. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, his heart still racing from the intense pleasure he'd just experienced. Josh smiled at you softly, his eyes closed. He reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair from your face.

Josh sat up carefully, his muscles still quivering slightly from the exertion. He leaned over to grab a couple of tissues from the bedside table, returning to wipe the remaining moisture from your inner thighs and between your legs. Josh gently ran the tissues over his own lap, wiping away the mix of his own semen and your fluids. He took a deep breath, trying to calm down after the intense passion he had just experienced. After he was done cleaning up, he scooped up the discarded tissues and placed them in the trash can, then crawled back and cuddled up next to you. His arms wrapped around your waist and he pressed his face into your hair, inhaling your unique scent.

"That was amazing and… you were incredible," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. "I'm gonna have to spoil you rotten after this." he chuckled and you smiled back to him. "Aww… you don't have to…" you said while caressing his cheek. "Of course I do" He responded to your attempt of kindness, brushing a strand of hair from your sweaty forehead.

You curled into his warm embrace, feeling satisfied and fulfilled. A small smile played on your lips as you knew that this would not be the end of their secret encounters. There were many things you could ask for from him and he would gladly give, just to keep you by his side.

The room was a quiet sanctuary and your mind wandered to the tangible rewards that awaited you after this secret rendezvous. The diamond necklace he gave you whispered promises of future luxuries and you heard them attentively before falling asleep in your rich loverman's arms.

[starysky1289]

Alpha!Vanessa X Omega!Reader. Marked.

@707bot1 this is for you silly <3

Tw: GP, Pregnancy at the end

“ your total will be 57.55, cash or card? “

“ nothing is cheap these days! This so ridiculous, I got five things! “

You only sighed, instinctively fixing your uniform before returning your gaze to the older man.

“ sir, I understand. I’m with you, but I have no part in this raised prices. “

“ just take my money. I don’t know why I shop here anymore, when all they hire are sleazy omegas. “

The man angrily shoved 60 dollars in your hand. You silently handed him back his change and receipt, before leaving your register. You worked at this little convenience store for years, and you wanted to quit every single time you were there. But it kept a roof over your head and food on your table. That’s all you could ask for.

You clocked out from your shift, and made your way outside, throwing on a thick jacket. You rummaged through your pocket for your phone, quickly texting someone.

“ u wanna come pick me up, or are u to busy being a cop? “

“ very funny sweetheart. I’ll come grab ya and run ya home. “

You and Vanessa had been chatting for a while, after your…delightful session. She would always come and visit, she’d help you cook at home. She was amazing, so sweet and just so charming. You knew she was tryna make up for the mark.

Speaking off, it wasn’t as red and noticeable as when she left it. Yeah, it was right on your neck, but you could only see some indents if you looked close enough, and the marks were only a bit darker than your skin was.

You watched as the black and white patrol car pull up to you. You smiled, settling in on the passenger side of the car. Vanessa greeted you with a big smile and a gentle kiss to your cheek, before pulling out and driving you home.

“ how was work sweetheart? “

“ meh, nothing special. This guy called me a ‘ Sleazy Little Omega ‘ “

You could sees Vanessa eyes looking at you from the corner of her eyes, before back at the road. You knew she was protective of you, luckily she wasn’t there, she might of killed the guy if she was.

“ oh Vanessa don’t get all upset. It was nothing! I’ve been called worse. “

“ no one should be calling you anything. I hate it…”

You held onto her thigh, looking up at her. Vanessa chuckled, holding your hand onto her thigh.

“ you can always make me better baby….can i take you out tonight? Down to one of the bars downtown? “

“ a date, officer~? “

“ if that’s what ya wanna call it sweetheart. “

Vanessa had pulled into your apartment building lot, getting out quickly to open the door for you. You chuckled, stepping out and pulling her into a kiss.

“ so polite Vanessa…I’ll be ready by 8, how’s that? “

Vanessa smirked, kissing you again, and leaving a small kiss against your mark.

“ sound perfect beautiful…I’ll be here. I love you~ “

“ I love you too Vanessa…”

You walked up into your apartment, watching Vanessa pull out through your window. You two hadn’t really been a date, a real date. You quickly ran to your closet, digging through it to try and find a nice outfit for tonight. You wanted to be nice for her, only her. You were hers, no one else’s. She was your Alpha, only yours.

*~*

You stood outside your apartment, you wore a pale yellow dress with little flowers on the edges, your hair up in a little bun. You could see Vanessa car pull in, it was a blue Subaru cameri, she pulled up next to you, getting out of the car to open the door for you.

“ don’t you look stunning baby. I got you a little something, make sure nobody gets to close to you~ “

Vanessa quickly dug into her coat pocket, opening up a small box. She draped its content over your neck, and latched it together. It was a beautiful rose gold necklace, with small flower charms, and a letter V in the middle of it. You blushed, chuckling softly.

“ it’s beautiful Vanessa…oh thank you…”

“ I saw it and just knew you needed it…matches your dress…and that mark~ “

You shoved her playfully, sitting in the passenger seat. Vanessa made her was back around the car and into the drivers seat, pulling out of the lot, driving towards the town.

“ there’s a really nice bar downtown, but it’s a little..stinky? Good amount of alphas I mean, but you just stay by my side, I won’t let anyone hurt you baby. “

“ y-you promise Vanessa…? I don’t know…”

“ I swear baby. I won’t let anyone touch you. “

You held her open hand, squeezing it softly. She pulled into the parking lot, and you both stepped out of the car, taking Vanessa arm as she walked you on the sidewalk to the bar.

It seemed pretty dirty on the outside, but the inside was gorgeous. Birch wood walls and massive TVs showing different types of sports on each one. You and Vanessa walked up to the bar, taking open seats. The bartender walked up to you two, and you quickly slid over your IDs. He looked at them, and back at you, before sliding them back.

“ what will you two be having. “

“ just give me a old fashioned, what do you want y/n? “

“ oh uhm…just a water for now…”

The bartender nodded, turning around and working on fixing up the drinks.

“ just a water hun? You gotta have something. “

“ I’m just not crazy for drinking Vanessa…I’ll have a shot or two later. Why don’t you tell me about the rest of your day. “

You held Vanessa hand again, making small circles with your fingers. Vanessa chuckled, grabbing her drink as the bartender slid them over to you.

“ nothing to special unfortunately. I had to go check out that abandoned pizza place, Freddy fazbear’s, someone reported a break in. It was just a raccoon. How about you baby? Anything happen at home? “

“ no, just did some cleaning and put away the laundry. Finished reading that book though! It was really good. “

“ good, i knew you liked it. Here, watch my drink real quick, gonna run to to bathroom. Don’t talk to anyone, I’ll be right back, l swear. “

Vanessa kissed your forehead, hopping off the barstool and speed walking to the bathroom. You chuckled, drinking your water.

“ that girls bladder…”

You could hear footsteps behind you, not paying too much attention to them, simply scrolling through your phone. You only noticed something when someone sat beside you. It was a guy, he was tall, taller than Vanessa. He didn’t bother you too much, ordering a drink before he turned to you.

“ well, what’s a girl like you doing downtown this time of day? Without a boy either…”

His hand moved closer to yours, and you instantly scooted away. He chuckled, pulling the few strands of hair from your face with his big hand.

“ don’t touch me..”

“ Nonsense girly…pretty little omega…lemme take you home sweetheart…I’ll take care of you real good~ “

He quickly grabbed your hand, kissing it gently. You tried to pull away, looking to se sit anyone else was going to notice.

“ let me go! M-my…my girlfriends gonna be back any moment! She’ll kill you! “

“ what, that blonde? She’s probably just as slutty as an omega as you are..want me to get her too and we can have a three way baby~? “

Suddenly you felt him let go, and saw him get ripped out of his chair, thrown against a wall.

“ you wanna fucking touch my girl again? I’ll rip your hands off and shove them so far up your ass you’ll be shitting out fingers for months. Let me catch you go anywhere near her again and your dead, you hear me? “

The man tried to stand up, but Vanessa slammed him into the wall again, making sure to hit him straight in his nose. She panted, before turning back to you, her angered expression dropping as soon as she saw you.

“ oh y/n….im so sorry baby…let’s get out of here…”

Vanessa pulled you into her, hugging you gently. The whole bar is silent as Vanessa throws a few bucks on the counter and walks out with you on her side. You clung to her like a baby, and she held you close to her.

“ I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry y/n…I wasn’t even that long, that was stupid, I never should have taken you to this bar. Did he hurt you? “

“ h-he didn’t hurt me…just grabbed my hand..please don’t be upset at yourself Vanessa…it’s not your fault, not your fault at all nessa….”

She walked you to the car, opening the door and sitting you down in the passenger seat. She made her way to the drivers side, turning the car on and driving out.

“ Vanessa….”

“ yeah, baby? “

You looked out the window, before over at her. You could tell she was upset, not at you, at herself. She let you get hurt like that, she couldn’t forgive herself. You put your palm on her lap, smiling softly at her.

“ can we…go to your place? I think I’ll feel safer cuddling up with you in your bed..”

“ s-sure! Yeah that sounds g-great! “

You could see her blush lightly as she turned the car around. You hadn’t been to her place yet, she’d said she lived in a nice little house on the edge of town. You turned the radio on, keeping your hand on Vanessa leg, as she placed her open hand ontop it it, tracing circles on like you’d do to her.

It didn’t take long to get to the home, it was a pretty two story White House, she pulled into the garage and both of you got out, letting her lead you through the home. It was a gorgeous place, marbled floors and everything just looked so expensive.

“ you wanna eat something? I’ve got some tv dinners, left over pasta…”

Vanessa muttered, looking through her fridge. You slowly went up behind her, hugging her from behind, tightening your grip on her.

“ no…i just wanna cuddle…can we, please nessy…? “

“ heh..yeah, let’s go baby. “

Vanessa closed the fridge, leading you upstaires and into her room. It was decently sized, a large bed with plenty of bedding. You watched as she changed out of her fancy button up, looking through her dresser for a different shirt. You chuckled, waltzing up besides her.

“ you don’t need a shirt, it’s not like I haven’t seen you shirtless before nessa~ “

“ if you say so princess, but you better loose yours too~ “

Vanessa teased, turning around to face you. You blushed at the sight of her shirtless, it still got you everytime. Her tits where the perfect size, you were practically hypnotized before snapping out of it.

“ Id just be nude at that point nessy. Not like the dress covers much. “

“ I wouldn’t mind that view baby~ “

Vanessa started to unbutton your dress. You leaned into her, kissing on her stomach and tits. You dragged your hands against there bulge.

“ Princess…your gonna make me do things you might regret later~ “

“ I don’t regret anything you’ll do to me Vanessa…”

She pulled you dress down, and pushed you into the bed. You quickly messed with her pants, quickly ridding her of them. Vanessa ran her fingers through your hair, smirking softly. She helped you remove her boxers, gawking at her dick.

“ you’ll be good for me right y/n? “

“ o-of course Vanessa…”

“ good…suck me off baby…”

You blushed, taking it in your hand. She held your head, and gently pushed you onto you. It gagged you slightly, and gently bobbed your head on it. You loved it, you loved how she kept you down there and taking her like a good girl.

“ l-look at you….taking me s-so..so well…fuck y-y/n…”

Vanessa whined as she pushed your head down farther, her moans grew louder as she started to thrust into your mouth, using it like another toy.

“ fuck..I-I’m gonna…fuck baby~! “

She shoved in fully, and you could feel her cum spurt down your throat. Your eyes crossed as you gagged, and she slowly pulled out, panting slightly.

“ swallow baby…”

You nodded, swallowing back her load, and opening your mouth back up to show her you did. She chuckled, pinnning you down and tossing your panties to the side. You felt her run her dick through your folds, as she kissed you your body, worshipping every inch of your skin.

“ v-Vanessa please…I-i need you so bad…I-i…I need you to breed me..I need my alpha to fucking use me~ “

“ f-fuck…I’m gonna stuff you so full of my pups you won’t be able to move baby…god I love you~ “

With a swift hump, she thrusted into you. You let out a whine of pleasure as she kept her steady pace, thrusting in and out of you. You wrapped your legs around her, keeping her close to you.

“ this pussy’s so good baby….so addictive…fuck..take me harder…”

She slammed into you harder, holding your hands above your head as she passionately kissed you. You moaned into every kiss, feeling yourself get closer every moment.

“ V-Vanessa!! I-I need to cum please! P-please let me cum nessa! “

Vanessa was lost in you, absolutely drunk off your pussy. She looked down at you, you could almost see her eyes dilate as she quickly bent down and bit hard on the opposite side of your neck, sucking on it and burrying her teeth in you.

“ your mine…my p-pretty little omega…now you have twice as much proof that I’m true…”

You cried out at the pain, that only made her fuck you harded. You could feel her knot start to swell, as she kissed you deeply once again.

“ c-cum….for me pretty…c-cum for me while I stuff you full of my cum..b-baby…”

“ V-Vanessa~!! “

You let out one more cry as she slammed into you, feeling her knot lock into you. You whined as you came around her cock, feeling her shoot her ribbons of cum into you. She pushed herself in just a bit deeper, you couldn’t tell if it was to feel you better or to keep her cum in you. She collapsed to your side, helping you adjust so you both were comfortable on the bed.

“ o-oh god….”

“ y/n…y-you where..amazing…”

You chuckled, kissing her lips gently, playing with her loose blonde locks with your open hand.

“ your one to talk baby…I love you Vanessa…..would you…be my mate..? “

Vanessa eyes widened, before softly smiling, kissing you again, holding you close.

“ I’d love to be your mate…do I still get to take you out to dinner? “

“ as long as it’s not a bar, you can take me anywhere Vanessa…”

*~*

It has been two month sense you and Vanessa had become ‘ mates ‘. Truth be you were still dateing, but you didn’t care, she was yours. You had moved in with her, and were busy being a little house wife for her.

Vanessa was at work currently, you desperately waited for her to come home. For these two months, you’ve been feeling awfully sick in mornings, and odd pains in your stomach. You finally ripped the bandage and went to get a test, and..well..

“ y/n’! I’m home on lunch baby! Where’s my girl! “

You quickly got up from the couch, running up to her and hugging her tightly. Soft tears were already forming at your eyes.

“ nessy…I have news..”

“ what is it- oh baby what’s wrong! “

She lead you back to the couch, holding you tightly. You cleared your throat, holding her hands and looking her straight in the eyes.

“ Vanessa….you know I’ve been feeling weird…”

“ yeah? Are you ok?? “

“ yes yes I’m fine…well…I went and got a test..Vanessa…”

You pulled out the small white plastics stick from your pocket, putting it in her hand. There was a small plus on the screen.

“ I’m pregnant, Vanessa. “

You could see her face drop, not from despair, but from shock. She looked back up at you, and the screen, before squeaking, pulling you into a tight hug.

“ oh baby!! My baby’s got a baby! I’m gonna be a mom!! I love you y/n. I love you so so much y/n. “

“ oh nessa, I love you too!! “

[bonny-kookoo]

Yoongi:

Lock Me Up | Intro/Part 1

In which his job is pretty clear on paper; find the witness, bring her in, write down what she saw and then let the witness protection program handle the rest. The only problem: You've got other plans.

Tags/Warnings: Detective Agust D my friends, Criminal Kitty!Reader, hybrid Yoongi, mentions of murder, mentions of violence, mentions of blood, mentions of past abuse, strangers to enemies to I don't even know, sexual tension

Length: Long, 4k words

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"So, just her then?" He asks, reading the files about his most recent case. "Double homicide, and she got away?" He wonders, as the young officer shrugs at the table.

"According to another witness, she saw her run out of the house we found the victims in, and she apparently got chased down the street- but a butcher downtown told a patrolling officer that she was fine the day after." He explains, making Yoongi sigh.

"Well, finding a cat in D-Town." The man takes the files for himself, grabbing his coat. "How hard can it be?"

Turns out, it's not that hard at all, considering the high percentage of hybrid population in D-Town.

He's walking into the small restaurant, most of the people eating and working being hybrids, immediately looking at him with suspicion as all conversation quiets down. He's used to it by now, most hybrids aware of what he is, his reputation amongst each and every one of them one of a traitor. "I'm searching for a female hybrid. Feline." Yoongi asks one of the servers behind the counter, cooks turning around to watch the detective. "Has a ID number tattooed into her left ear. 0713." He offers an image depicting you caught by the security camera of a small grocery shop nearby.

But much to his expectation, everyone shrugs, shakes their heads, won't tell him anything. It's a typical pack-mentality amongst hybrids- no matter what, they stick together against the human dominated police force.

"Alright, let's ask for your papers then. Mind me having a look at all the legal documents for your little establishment?" He melodically threatens, and it's clear that it makes the young server and her husband close by nervous, her eyes immediately looking at two young twin hybrids watching a cartoon on an old CRT-TV. "She's.. upstairs. She didn't do anything, she's a good girl-!" The woman begs, yells after the detective as he immediately makes his way up the stairs, only her husband holding her back.

The moment Yoongi opens the door to what he assumes might be a bedroom though, you're clearly there-

Jumping straight out of a window.

"Fuck.!" He calls out, running back downstairs to run after you, whole restaurant laughing and cheering for you as you dash away from the detective, heels clicking on the pavement as you run away. He has to admit that he's a little impressed by your ability to jump over obstacles and run so fast with those mary janes, though it's clear after a while that he's got the better stamina of the both of you. He's catching up to you.

But you're clearly already very knowledgeable in police chases, because you suddenly jump up against a wall of a small building, managing to somehow heave your entire body up the ledge to get onto the roof.

"So what now, huh?!" He calls out to you, breathing heavily just like you are. "One call and I've got the fucking thing surrounded. Just get down, I'm here- fuck.." He breathes for a second, before catching his composure again. "-I'm not here to arrest you."

"Hmm.. nah, I'm good." You simply answer, sitting close to the edge of the roof now.

"That wasn't a question." He calls out back up to you, one brow raised in annoyance. "Get down."

"No." You simply answer stubbornly, your tail swaying from left to right behind you, since you've moved to lay on your stomach instead, arms on the edge of the rooftop, chin resting on top of them.

"Alright. Hybrid 0713, you're under temporary arrest for suspicion of involvement in a double homicide case." He orders out to you. "Now get down here-"

"Does that ever work on anybody?" You ask after a moment of silence with an almost bored tone to your voice, face clearly showing genuine interest in the answer though.

He licks his lips, hands now in his pockets. "Not really if I'm honest." He shrugs honestly, making you giggle. "Come on now, I seriously only need you for questioning, I don't care about any other shit you've done."

"How about you buy me dinner first?" You ask, rolling over onto your back, now looking at him upside down, and he's unsure if you're aware of your cleavage ready to spill out of your dress, or if you're trying to put him under your spell.

With eyes as enchanting like yours, he could see it work if the setting was different. Wait- what the hell was he thinking?

"Are you serious?" He growls. "You're not in any place to make demands." He argues, and you shrug at that, before getting up to leave, moving out of sight. "Hey-!" He calls out, walking around the small shed you've climbed up on, unable to spot you. "I'm not getting paid enough for this shit.." He mumbles as he moves a trashcan closer to the side of the building, slowly climbing up onto the roof- to find nothing.

"I'll give it an eight out of ten, but only cause you've got a nice ass, Mister Detective-" You giggle behind him down on the floor, before you laugh. "See you later, Imposter!" You laugh as you run off-

leaving him sighing on the rooftop, questioning his life choices.

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Every day you're out there on your own, is a day where you run the chance of getting yourself killed. And while he's got no emotional connection to you at all, you're still an important witness to his case- so he's got to make sure he can avoid you biting the dust anytime soon.

He spots you near an old fountain that's now worked for years, but still holds water, back turned towards him. From the movement of your ears and the way your tail snaps upwards once, you've clearly notice him already though. "Don't worry-" You chuckle, moving around as he walks closer. "-Won't run off this time." You say, as he's finally close enough to see what you're doing.

The side of one of your legs is severely scratched up, from your ankle straight up to almost your thigh. You're using the water to wash off any dirt, shoes and socks neatly placed next to you. "What happened?" He asks, and you shrug, calmly cleaning yourself as he sits down next to you with a respectful distance.

"Tripped. Fell." You shrug, and it's clear to him that you're not telling him the whole story. Even so, he doesn't need to know it- the only thing he needs to know, is what you've seen the night of the murder.

"We'll get that looked at at the police station." He offers, standing up, and you grin impishly, leaning your head back to look at him above you. "What?"

"You gonna carry me, Mister Detective?" You ask, tail swishing from left to right in your amusement.

"First of all, stop calling me that, second of all, why would I do that?" He asks, putting his hands in his pockets.

"I'm hurt!" You whine, turning around with your now wet legs, holding the scratched up one out towards him. "I can't walk." You say with big sparkling eyes, and he squints his own as an answer to them it feels like.

"It's just scratched, now dry off and put your shoes on." He demands, making you pout and cross your arms.

"No." You answer, and he has to take a deep breath to contain himself.

He's however, internally, a little confused at himself. Why does this whole thing amuse him so much? He's not so much angry or frustrated, but there's something entirely different brewing inside him. "Hm, that angry look doesn't work quite right with human eyes like that." You say, catching him off guard. "You'd have a way better chance without those fake lenses." You offer, and he doesn't react to it at all.

"Get up." He simply says, and you do so, limping on one foot. "Come on, drop the act now. I don't have all day for your games."

"We could already be on our way if you decided to be a gentleman, Mister Detective." You snap back, picking up your shoes and socks.

"I told you to stop calling me that." He bites at you, and you have the audacity to laugh.

"And I told you to carry me, but I guess we both won't get what we want today." You joke, before you're suddenly lifted up over his shoulder, one arm over the back of your knees to simultaneously keep your dress from lifting up by accident. "What are you doing!?" You stammer out now, and he can't help the smirk growing on his lips as he walks towards the police station.

"Being a gentleman, just like you wanted."

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"She definitely needs some sort of protection until we've found and arrested everyone involved." Another officer named Namjoon says. "She's already been targeted judging from her injuries. She's been lucky until now, but luck is a gamble. Until they've been prosecuted, we'll have to keep her under protective surveillance." Namjoon orders, before he looks at Yoongi.

"Absolutely fucking not." He immediately says, but it stays quiet.

There's no arguing with orders given, so he does ends up walking into the interrogation room, where he unlocks your handcuffs. "Oh, Mister Detective!" You perk up as you catch his scent, tail swatting into his face almost as he leans away from it. "Finally! I'm so hungry, I swear.." You whine, eagerly freeing your hands out of the cuffs before you get up, jumping on one leg as the other ankle had been put inside a brace since you've sprained it. "Can you carry me back to the restaurant downtown?" You wonder hopeful.

"You're not gonna go anywhere for a while." He tells you, moving your hair away from your neck. It's weird that the way his hands touch you makes you shiver a little- nervousness bubbling up inside you as he places the leather collar around your neck, something clicking in place in the back. "I'm legally required to inform you that you've been electronically tagged until you're no longer required to be. You'll be staying under both GPS surveillance and house arrest until the case has been officially closed or dropped, and the tag can be used at any given time to locate you or send out police enforcement to retrieve you in case it's deemed necessary. Did you understand everything I just said?" He asks, and you sigh, kicking out your feet stubbornly.

"…yeah.." You mumble with an attitude, pulling on the collar. "Can you loosen it a bit though? You're kind of choking me and I'm not really into that." You say, and he clicks his tongue.

"That's as much as I can do." He tells you after loosening it a little. "You'll get used to it."

"I guess." You snap with your eyes rolling, standing up. "So.. I'm gonna be locked up?" You ask, looking at him.

"You're just under house arrest, like I said." He shrugs. "Close monitoring is what they call it. I'll basically be forced to be your babysitter until the case is finished, but they'll let you stay at your own home unless decided otherwise." He explains, and you suddenly seem a lot more relieved about that.

"Alright I guess." You say, getting up to grab your shoes, still barefoot., before you lift up your arms towards him.

"What now." He asks with an emotionless face, hands in his pockets.

"I still can't walk." You say.

"You can hop around on that thing." He answers, turning around, before he opens the door- though you've sat back down on your chair, arms crossed.

"I don't wanna hop around." You simply say, looking at him challengingly. He pushes his tongue against the inside of his cheek- and you just know, if he did have cat ears, they'd be full force airplane-mode right now to visualize his growing frustration with you.

And you love it- because he's so stuck up in being professional that there's no way he'd ever act on whatever the hell he's thinking inside his head. He's probably used to getting his way, a macho and alpha-male who's deep down so insecure about being seen as a proper male that he-

Suddenly your world is upside-down again as he carries you over his shoulder yet again, and you kick your legs out in denial. "Hey no, that's not fair-!" You whine, tail swatting into his face before he grabs a hold of it in the palm of the hand belonging to the arm holding your legs. "-Let me down you suit-wearing di-"

"Better watch your mouth, sugar, or I'll have to charge you with disorderly conduct." He tells you, and you huff in frustration to yourself as you shut up at that, hanging limply off his shoulder as he walks out of the police station with you like this.

"You think Detective Min is going to be able to handle this on his own?" A young police officer wonders to the leading detective Kim, who just chuckles in his office as he watches the scene unfold.

"Oh, I'm not worried about him whatsoever." He simply says, grinning amused.

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It's in the middle of the night, when the small monitor on his wrist begins to buzz, waking him him from his sleep. He's squinting his eyes painfully against the bright light of the small screen, before he realizes what he's reading.

[TAG ALERT: SUSPICIOUS MOVEMENT DETECTED]

He's instantly on his feet, rushing to put on clothes and shoes before he rushes out his door and onto the streets, where he checks the monitor to know where he needs to go. The tag alert itself isn't something he's surprised about- he's expected you to start wandering around even with your little issue- but you're moving way faster than you should be capable of, indicating that there might be something terribly wrong.

In front of the restaurant you've been living at, the mother with her twin children is already standing outside, pointing down the street with one of her toddlers in her arms, making Yoongi immediately run to where she'd directed him to. There's drag marks on the ground, alarming him further as he starts to smell your fear and panic- fueling his instincts to get to you before anything could happen.

"Let go you crack-smoking rodent-!" He can hear you yell, loud commotion coming from down the street behind a closed grocery store- and it's at least a sign to him that you're still very much alive and kicking.

"Fucking bitch just bit me-!" Someone yells out, as Yoongi rounds the corner, gun drawn.

"D-Town police, hands up where I can fucking see them!" He yells, causing everyone to move and dash off, no shot of his landing to keep them there.

"Nice aim there, Mister Detective." You huff on the ground, rubbing the back of your head. "Thought you guys are trained with those things.." You mumble to yourself, as he walks closer to inspect any damage done to you.

"I'll ignore that comment for now." He says as he checks up on you. "What happened?"

"Broke in, took me from my nest, dragged me here like a bag of rice." You explain, as he lifts your head by your chin, thumb wiping your bottom lip where some blood can be seen. You know he's only trying to figure out if you're hurt or if it's not your blood, but it still affects you considering you're not used to be touched like that.

But another thing you notice, is his eyes- his entire appearance, in fact, as you reach out to move your hand through his hair.

"Hey, stop that.!" He barks out, but you've already done what you wanted to do.

"Huh." You simply hum. "Been wondering if you had anything hidden on your head."

"There's nothing to hide there." He growls almost, standing up instantly before he lifts you up by the back of your shirt. "Now come on. We'll get some of your shit from your place, and then you'll stay with me. I'm not taking anymore chances with you." He orders, and surprisingly, you don't question it, and don't even ask to be carried around, simply hopping alongside him for a while as you make your way down the street.

It's quiet, most people asleep at this point in this part of town, when he sighs, turning towards you to pick you up.

"Come here." He mumbles quietly, tapping his shoulders as he turns around and leans down for you to get onto his back. You silently accept the offer, letting him piggyback you to your home where you stay, and pack a small bag of things you deem necessary for your stay with the detective. He watches quietly from the sidelines as you say goodbye to the young cat hybrids, when he's spoken to from the sides.

"She's a good girl." The husband of the mother tells him. "Just shaped by the circumstances, you know? You bite others or get bitten, as simple as that." He explains.

"I'm not arresting her." Yoongi explains, and the man shakes his head.

"No, no, I know you don't." He exclaims. "But I know you guys always think of us as some sort of criminal bunch that don't follow the rules just to spite you, and we're not." He simply explains. "Just- ah, what does it matter to you I guess.." The man shakes his head, before he walks inside, leading his wife and kids into the safety of the restaurant-

while you walk out of it, ready to be carried away.

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Back at his place, you still haven't really said anything- making him suspicious, as he sits on the edge of his bed, having put up a mattress for you to sleep on close to him in case anything happened at night. "Who were those guys?" He asks, and you shrug, pulling out a rather worn down blanket from your plastic bag.

"Don't know." You answer. "Probably with Takehiko, if I had to make a guess." You shrug, before you pull out one small flower shaped pillow to sleep on- the man mentioned, Takehiko, being the prime suspect of the double homicide. He's well known for selling tampered drugs on the streets of D-Town, as well as blackmailing hybrids by threatening to report them to authorities to be taken into shelters.

Yoongi wants to question if you're alright- if everything's okay with you, but he doesn't. It doesn't concern him, it's none of his business, and the less he gets himself involved with you-

the better it will be for the both of you in the end.

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"Mister Detective!" You call out, and he turns around from his desk to find you rolling around on his carpet on the floor. "I'm bored." You whine, and he sighs, turning back around. "Mister De-"

"I swear to god if you call me that one more time, I'm gonna fucking gag you.!" He growls, turning back around again.

"Kinky." You wiggle your ears, and he takes a deep breath before he crosses his arms. "I'm still bored though."

"Go read something then, I'm here to protect you, not entertain you." He mumbles, before it grows quiet. It makes him turn around to notice you staring into nothingness, before you move to curl up on your mattress instead. It makes him wonder if you're always this stubborn if you don't get your way- or if there's something else going on you're just not telling him.

Either way, he doesn't care, and shouldn't, so he continues working on things he usually doesn't have time for during his workdays, while he assumes you sleep.

"Do you have a tail?" You ask out of a sudden, making him choke on his sip of water as he almost spits it out, cough interrupting him for a good moment.

"What the fuck!" He snarls out, setting down his glass as he wipes his mouth.

"So is that a no?" You wonder, and he shakes his head.

"No!" He says, grabbing tissues to wipe his desk down.

"No- no tail or no- yes tail-" You continue, but he cuts you off.

"No as in, none of your fucking business.!" He growls, clearly agitated at that question. "If your plan is to annoy the fuck out of me so someone else will supervise you, guess what, it's working great."

"Wasn't my intention, actually." You shrug, sitting up now. "Was just curious. You know- since you're clearly a cat too, but also not really. Confused me, that's all." You explain.

"Yeah well, you're not the first." He mumbles to himself, sitting back down at his desk.

"Does it confuse you too?" You ask, and he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Alright, what the fuck does it take for you to shut up?" He asks, looking at you, and you just smile.

"An answer would be cool." You simply say. "Look, I knew a cat hybrid a few years back and he had a super short tail, but he was a really nice guy! Smoked a lot of weed, but still." You explain, and he leans back in his seat, arms crossed defensively. "So?" You ask.

"I don't have one." He tells you.

"Liar." You squint your eyes, ears tilted towards him. "It's short, isn't it?" You ask almost teasingly, and he looks away at that, giving you the answer needed. "Hey, that's totally alright though, no shame in it! Or.." You tilt your head. "Is that why you hate hybrids so much?"

"I don't hate hybrids." He scoffs, shaking his head at you.

"Yeah right, as if it's pure chance that you're known for putting hybrids into shelters left and right." You huff, crossing your arms as well now.

"It's because you belong there if you do not have a legal guardian or permit for independent living." He argues. "I'm only trying to help you out. A shelter provides you food, a place to sleep, education-" He tries to explain, but you're visibly becoming defensive now.

"Oh yeah and don't forget how they hit you with whatever they've got on hand just because you knock over a glass full of juice at the dinner table!" You hiss, annoyed that he's talking about shelters like they're as holy as a church. "Or how they lock you in the shower with ice cold water after you've pissed yourself out of fear as a kitten because everyone just keeps shouting at you-!" You angrily say, and his features remain without any emotion as he realizes you're not just making up examples you might've heard.

Considering the details and the way you tremble saying those things, it's clear to him that you're talking about your experience in a shelter.

"But what is it to you." You suddenly shrug. "You go continue cosplaying as a human I guess." You mumble, turning around to hide under your blanket again, silence engulfing the room for a moment or two, before he gets up and moves around. You don't know what he's doing, and you honestly don't want to know. You also don't know what you thought blurting your childhood trauma out like that would bring you as a result- but that's how you are, and have always been. Impulsive, wild, a little hyperactive and too honest most of the time.

Suddenly, he's close to you, and you hiss in pure pettiness at him, before you stop in your tracks, watching him.

His face is as stoic as ever, sleeves of his shirt rolled up as he wraps a blanket around you, tucking another one into places, and you're confused. "I- what're you doing?" You ask, and he scoffs to himself.

"You're the hybrid, I honestly got no clue how to do this shit." He mumbles, sighing in defeat as he sits back with crossed legs, letting his hands fall into his lap in defeat.

"But you're a hybrid too." You ask confused, though he shakes his head.

"I'm a freak, there's no need to try and sugarcoat it." He shrugs. "Neither here nor there. I don't know what it's like to be put through the shit you might've been, since I never lived life from your perspective-" He explains, "-and I don't know what it's like to be a human either, since you can only hide so much." The detective explains, watching how you correct his admittedly poor attempt at nesting for you.

It's clear to you that he's trying to apologize for his assumptions without actually having to apologize- the detective is a lot easier to read than he might think he is.

"Yeah, I mean you kind of suck at being both, I won't lie." You say, making him look at you with harmless offense. "What? Your nesting sucks ass, and those contact lenses you constantly wear creep me out." You jab at him. "But!" You bark out, leaning closer to him, catching him off guard a little. "Seeing as we're kind of stuck together, I can give you a rundown on being a hybrid!"

"And why exactly would I want that?" He asks you monotonously, and you roll your eyes.

"Because you clearly got some major identity-issues going on?" You tell him as if it's obvious. "And I also clearly can't magically turn you 100% human out of nowhere."

"I don't have Identity-issues-" He argues, while you look at him with an unconvinced gaze, arms crossed.

"Mid-life-crisis then?" You ask, "You do look pretty old.." You mumble at him.

"I'm not old!" He hisses, and you grin suddenly, ears in airplane-mode while your tail swishes from side to side in happiness. "What?" He asks annoyed again.

"Your teeth." You notice, and he instantly closes his mouth, lips pressed firmly together at having them called out like that. "And you're also not wearing those creepy lenses." You continue to point out, tilting your head to the side. "Handsome, I like it." You comment, and for some reason, that's what forces him to stand up and move away from you, all while you fall onto your back, laughing loudly.

"Shut the fuck up and tell me what you want to eat for dinner instead."

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[oddballwriter]

All Over Your Face

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Summary: It's after a date and Steven is heading home after walking you home, but he can't help but notice that people are looking at him funny. 

Warnings: None that I actually know of 

Author’s Snip: I did a poll and this one. But I kind of feel like this was better sounding in my head though.

Notes: Reader does not have a specified gender but they do wear lipstick so take that as you will.

Word count: 540 

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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Steven was the embodiment of "chivalry isn't dead" to many people. There was bound to be an old person who saw him open a door for you, lend you his coat, pull out a chair for you, or walk you home that smiled at the sign that men were still what they truly used to be.

Steven made sure you felt appreciated one way or another.

Walking you home was something he always did, even if it was a simple little stroll around London in the afternoon. Though that wasn't the date you had been on this time.

This time, Steven treated the both of you to a night at a nice restaurant that opened up downtown and it was around that time that you should be heading home. And of course, like always, Steven walked you home. Always with you closely held onto his arm. After all, walking downtown all alone at such a late hour didn't seem too pleasant considering that the crowds would be gone and leave behind the ugly.

It was nothing to him, really. He just wanted to make sure that you made it back safe and sound is all. And even if your homes are far apart, Steven could just catch a bus commute back to his. But of course, not without you covering his face in kisses as a thank you.

As Steven walked to the bus stop that was in route to his flat, he had noticed that whenever he walked past a person or a group they'd either look at him and smile or even let out an amused laugh. He didn't think much of it. Most people who stick around the streets are drunk and out of it. But it just kept happening.

Maybe there was something on his face?

No, that can't be it. After every meal he usually wiped his mouth with his napkin as a means to avoid that, and you'd certainly tell him if he still had something there.

After a while of standing under the liminal feeling light of the street lamp that also held up the sign for the bus, the bus finally rolled up and settled itself to let him board. Steven got his pass and sat at one of the seats that in the daytime was usually long since taken. It wasn't until the bus started driving along and his eyes had wondered that Steven finally saw it.

In the reflection of the bus window, he saw his face, covered in lipstick prints. It both surprised him and made him have that revelation of "Oh! That's what they were looking at me for.". It made sense. You were wearing lipstick tonight. Maybe it wasn't the fancy smear -or kiss- proof kind and so it left marks on his face.

It almost filled him with some sense of pride to have them on his face. To prove that he had someone who gave him affection. But then again, the drunks of London isn't much of a crowd worth showing off to and some people might think he looks like an idiot for being covered in kiss marks.

Maybe he can wipe off some before he gets home and keep a few for a little longer.

[jungle-angel]

Seeing Spots: Part 1 (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You and Rhett are surprised beyond words when Royal brings home an early Christmas present for the two of you

Tagging: @desert-fern Fern my friend, I made good on my promise last night and here it is (lol).

You and Rhett were all too happy to be walking around the ranch on such a crisp day. The snow had begun to fall, almost completely blanketing the land in its frosty, wintery glory. You weren't too huge of a fan of having the cattle out in the field all day, but they desperately needed to graze before the hands took them all in for the night while the same went for the horses.

"Gonna be a Vikings' winter darlin," Rhett remarked feeding one of the mares a carrot from the kitchen fridge.

"Ugh," you groaned. "Don't remind me."

"Cows ain't gonna be the issue either it's the damn horses," Rhett added. "Can't get'em in the barn all at once, they spook during snowstorms..."

"You know what we need?" you asked.

"A fuckin drink," Rhett chuckled.

"No," you laughed. "We need a horse dog."

"We've got Diesel though," Rhett said.

"Rottweilers are cattle dogs Rhett."

"And Ruby."

"Rhett," you said giving him the side eye look. "Ruby's practically a lapdog."

"Hey I once saw said lapdog come runnin back with a dead bird in her mouth and drop it at Dad's feet," Rhett pointed out. "Cockers are bird dogs, fight me on it."

You laughed and shook your head. You couldn't remember how many times Cecelia's little squish nosed cocker spaniel had come running back to the house with a bird to drop on the front porch, annoying the hell out of Royal who thought it was the cats.

You heard the crunch and snap of frozen gravel a minute later and saw Royal pulling the truck up the driveway and Ruby barking in the upstairs window. Rhett noticed the sneaky grin on his father's face and the laugh that followed, knowing instantly that Royal was up to something.

"Dad what'd you do?" Rhett questioned.

"Nothin son, nothin," Royal insisted.

"Don't gimme that look Dad," Rhett told him. "Either ya'll did something to piss Ma off or ya'll beat the shit outta Perry again."

"Nah Perry's still in jail, he ain't gettin out Amy's twenty one," Royal chuckled. "I was gonna save it for Christmas but I figured I'd better not."

You and Rhett looked at each other, scrunching your eyebrows with curiosity at what your father-in-law could have possibly gotten you.

Royal opened the back door to the truck and to your astonishment, out jumped two Dalmatians, a male and a female with the most gorgeous black and white coats you had ever seen. Your jaws dropped when they came running right to you, putting their paws up and licking your faces as you and Rhett scritched their ears.

"Dad where the hell did you find these two?" Rhett asked, giving the male his full share of ear scritches.

"Found'em downtown at the shelter," Royal answered. "Billy said he went up to the res to go see Shania's family and they were just wanderin around."

"Lemme guess," Rhett said. "Mrs. Burch made a big stink about'em?"

"Fuckin bitch threatened to have'em put down if she found'em in her yard," Royal spat. "She called and complained to Joy about it, but ya'll know her."

Rhett chuckled a little as the male let out a high pitched whine, giving Rhett his paw. "Well," he said. "They'll have a good home here."

"That's exactly why I got'em," Royal explained. "It's you and (y/n) in dog form."

Rhett laughed again and hugged his father. "Thanks Dad," he said.

"Not a worry son," Royal told him. "They're gonna need names, just so you know."

Rhett instantly began to remember the days when he was a small child, the tough days when Cecelia would have to go to Casper to take care of her mother, leaving Rhett to stay home with Royal. Royal had unfortunately not been the most attentive, having to deal with Perry's behavioral problems both at home and at school, leaving Rhett in the care of Grandpa River and Oma Heidi, his grandparents. Rhett remembered those cold winter days when Oma Heidi would make him a cozy spot in her basement and let him watch movies on the weekends, the woodstove going while he was snuggled amongst all the blankets and pillows she had made and some she had brought with her from Switzerland. Suddenly, the memory of one of his favorite films sprang into his mind and so too did the perfect names for your new companions.

"Remember when I was real little and Oma Heidi would let me watch all those Disney movies in her basement?" Rhett asked him.

"Yeah ya'll watched A Hundred And One Dalmatians until the damn tape broke," Royal laughed.

Rhett smiled and bit his lip.

"The hell's that look for?" Royal asked him.

"I've got the perfect names for'em," Rhett chuckled.

You cast that same look at your husband, knowing that Amy would love them too. And so it was, your newfound friends were named Pongo and Perdita by Rhett, their names springing from the childhood memories he held near and dear to him.

Very quickly the two had proved their worth on the ranch, guiding the horses back into the barn at night amidst the howling wind and snow, calming them too when they would get spooked by the loud winds or the snapping of the timbers in the cold. At night, you and Rhett were all too glad to have them with you, Royal, Cecelia, Amy, Hannah and your twin boys.

Those nights were spent by the fireplace in your living room, the fire crackling away while Rhett, Royal, Rip Wheeler, Kayce and John Dutton and two of your friends from the res, Wes Redwood and his father Russel and their families, gathered in your home to banish the winter blues. One night while you and Cecelia were clearing away the dishes, the boys had all begun to sing around the fire while Pongo and Perdy jumped in with them, their howls throwing everyone into a fit of laughter. Some mornings you would awake to find your two spotted friends either in Amy's room, Hannah's room or in the boys' nursery, safely protecting them while they slept.

And you couldn't have asked for a better pair than that.

[bitchinbarzal]

“Your daddy’s here” | Tate’s World

-

You were at home, an uncommon weekend alone with Ethan without Tatum.

She was at her dad’s house for the weekend, he had finally come to see her after many weeks cancelling his plans with her.

Half way through your movie, your phone starts ringing on the table infront of you.

You pick it up;

“Hello?”

“Mommy?” You pull the phone away, checking the caller ID

“Tate?!” Ethan perks up next to you “Baby why are you calling me? What’s wrong? Who’s phone have you got?”

You hear crumpling on the phone before another voice speaks, this time a woman

“Hello, sorry my name is Rachel! Your daughter approached me on the street and told me she’d lost her dad… your phone number was on her coat label I thought I’d better call someone”

Your heart dropped, running to the front door to put your shoes on. Ethan, still no clue what was going on followed suit and grabbed the car keys.

“Yeah, yes! Thank you we appreciate it so much could you please text me with your location and would you mind staying with my daughter until we get there?” You we’re running out to the car.

“Yes, yes of course! I’ve just sent over those details to you — we’ll sit with her until you arrive” you thanked her before you heard them in the distance say to Tate “C’mon sweetie your mommy’s coming for you”

You hung up, foot bouncing against the floor as Ethan served through the downtown streets.

“I can’t believe he fucking lost her!”

“Let’s just get Tate-“ “He left her Ethan!”

He sighed “You need to be calm, we need to be calm for Tate okay? I’m just as pissed off as you are at him but she’s going to be so scared baby”

You knew he was right, opting to look out the window and try calm yourself.

Once you’d pulled up to the location you both jumped out, rushing to where you saw Tate standing with two girls who couldn’t be older than nineteen years old.

“Tate!” “Mama!”

You pulled her into you, hugging her then pulling away to check her for injury “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“No I fine” you smiled softly, standing up now to see those girls.

“Thank you, thank you so much for calling us you don’t know how grateful we are!” You cried out.

They smiled “It’s no bother honestly we saw her wandering around for a while and approached her, im just glad it was us who found her”

You didn’t even want to think about the danger she could be in if it was other people who had approached her on the streets.

“She says her dad and his girlfriend left her in the car and she was too hot so she got out to look for him and she thinks that she got lost” they explained, your blood boiling with every word.

“He’s… the less I say about that man the better”

“She was crying and kept saying she wanted her daddy, told us we could take her to the hockey rink? That we could find him there?” You nodded in understanding, Ethan crouched down to pick Tate up into his arms.

“Thank you again, we really appreciate it!”

You took Tatum back to the car, strapping her in before you called Ryan.

“Hello?”

“Hello? That’s what you have to say to me? Hello?!”

“What do you want y/n?”

“Where is our daughter?” You snapped

“With me obviously where else would she be?”

You rolled your eyes “Put her on the phone”

“She’s busy” “you’re a liar! She’s in the back of our car right now!”

“What?” “You left her in the car! Ryan is summer and you’ve left her in the car to do god knows what! She ran off to look for you!”

“Oh shit!”

“You’re a sack of shit Ryan! What? You abandoned her in the car to go play happy families with your girlfriend and other kid? She’s not a fucking puppy you chose to take out!”

Before he could say anything you hung up immediately.

When you got home Tate seemed to cheer up, rushing off to play with her toys.

A little before dinner the doorbell went, opening it to find your ex on the other side. You went to shut the door on him

“Let me see her!”

You looked at him with crazed eyes “No”

“She’s my daughter!” “You left her in a car you should be thankful I haven’t called child protective services!”

He rolled his eyes “you’re being dramatic y/n…”

“No Ryan i’m not! She is your daughter too you don’t get to pick and choose when to spend time with her because you’ve got another daughter now and your new girlfriend is jealous of our 5 year old!”

He couldn’t say anything before Ethan appeared behind you and opened the door further

“I think it’s best if you leave, man”

“Oh fuck off Edwards you’ve been after y/n since we were freshmen and now you want my kid too”

Ethan couldn’t reply when Tatum stood behind him “Daddy…”

Ethan turned as well as Ryan. She looked between them both and ran to leap into Ethan’s arms, her head dropping onto his shoulder

“Daddy come play now?”

“Yeah baby, let’s go”

You could see the look of anger on Ryan’s face as the two walked off into your home.

“He can’t replace me y/n”

You smiled smugly “Yet he’s more of a father than you’ve ever been?” Before shutting the door on him.

When putting Tate to bed later on she went as usual only to wake you up hours later claiming she had a nightmare. You could hear the tears in her voice as she told you what it was about.

Going into details about how she was alone again and she was left alone in the car.

Your heart broke listening to her.

Ethan pulled her little body onto his and she cuddled into his chest as a pillow

“You’re alright princess, I’ve got you now”

You turned over, pushing the hair off her face “We’re here baby you’re never alone”

“Mommy’s here” you mumbled and she replied

“And daddy’s here”

Ethan could’ve cried hearing it but instead kissed her head and said “Yeah, and your daddy’s here. Nothings gonna happen when I’ve got you”

[kynyboiii]

A little something for my Faith: The Unholy Trinity steddie au. I'm steadily making progress on writing it. I've got a Jason Carver part written down already, too ;]

SNAKE MEADOW HILL CHURCH

▪HAWKINS, INDIANA | DEC 5, 1956▪︎

On the other side of the window was white. Delicate first snowfall coated the ground in another layer of frost. Steve always liked the winter season. The cold allowed him to dress in his thick sweaters and snuggle tight with a fuzzy blanket. The fire would roar in the pit in the living room behind the grate and Christmas music would spin on the record player. His parents would be at home with him, too. Hot chocolate would be made by his mother while father dozed off in his recliner. Then, they would have dinner together at the table before tucking Steve into bed with a 'sweet dreams' and a forehead kiss. It was soft and sweet and Steve would feel so loved in those winter months. 

However, neither of those things were happening because the Harrington's are moving. They had gone from Chicago to Indianapolis in order to start up another branch in Steve's father's business in Indianapolis. In October, they had bought a lovely house there and had their belongings shipped over and arranged before completing the finalization on the Chicago property. The keys were handed over in mid November and had flown to Indiana. 

So, for 2 months, Steve was deprived of the quality time that winter brought as the house was prepared to sell, and then sold. This car ride back to Chicago for Father was the only upside. He sat in the back in his booster seat with his lamb stuffie in his lap. He admired the fresh snow and lights of downtown Indianapolis. They shone bright in contrast with the white of the ground. Red, green, and gold flickered, throwing lights across the buildings and people milling about the square. He would hold up Finch the lamb so she could observe too.

It wasn't long before they were heading onto the interstate. Steve switched to counting the red cars that would pass them by. He was at 12 when he heard a screeching, metallic sound from his left. Startled, Steve turned and saw big, bright white lights shining through the window. He heard his parents curse and shout in panic. Steve clutched the little lamb close to his chest, hoping that she could provide him with some sort of protection. His heart thudded hard against his ribs before the lights washed over him completely, blinding and consuming. The car jerked violently to try and stop but was thrown sideways. Steve felt weightless for a minute before the beginning of pain shot up his limbs, making him—

Jolt upright in a panicked frenzy. He inhaled and exhaled at a fast rate. The boy could hear his heart and feel the rushing pulse in his ears. His hands gripped Finch tightly while holding him to his chest. He dipped his head down into the stuffie's neck.

"Hey," a soft voice called. "Are you okay?" 

Steve peeked up to find where the voice was. Only one other child was up. Her upper body was propped up by her freckled arms. It was too dark to see her face completely, but Steve knew her voice. Her name was Robin Buckley. She was already at the orphanage when Steve was admitted. She was full of freckles with big blue eyes and shoulder length chestnut hair. Steve doesn't know her all that well, but she seemed cool. She liked to play soccer with the other kids and she was always learning instruments rather than singing in the choir like him and the others.

"Y-yeah. Just a nightmare." Steve answered back in a whisper. His voice was muffled slightly from the lamb. He swallowed back a whimper and focused on trying to find the details of Robin's face. 

"What was it about?" Robin sat up further in her bed to the right of him. Steve untucked his head to rest on Finch's. "Um... I don't wanna talk about it." Robin quietly groaned dramatically. "Oh come on. If I tell you my dream, will you tell me yours?" Steve went silent for a beat. He shot her shadowed face a look before agreeing. Maybe it would help to talk about it, like Father Clarke and Sister Elizabeth are always saying.

"Okay, well," Robin started, sitting up against the headboard more. "I was in this room with a table. There was cheese, a knife, and a cat on the table. I ate the cheese, and there was a key inside. So I went up to the cat and hugged it. A door appeared in front of me. I went in with the key and then I woke up. I feel like the dream was trying to tell me to kill the cat, but I like cats and I didn't want to kill it." 

Steve blinked at this bizarre retelling. He couldn't help but giggle quietly at the absurdity of this dream. His lips turned up slightly in a little smile. He could see the shadow of Robin's smile grow. Steve was pleased that she didn't kill the cat in her dream. It would have been really sad if she did. 

"Guess, it's my turn now." Steve sighed before squeezing Finch. He felt a little better about sharing this with Robin now that she had cheered him up a little. 

"It was about my parents." Robin gasped a little and pulled her legs up to her chest under the covers. "What were they doing in your dream? Wait- no. Don't answer that. You said it was a nightmare, so it must have been bad. Sorry for asking. Just pretend that I never—"

Steve giggled quietly at Robin's floundering. She quickly shut her mouth at the sound before joining in. "No, it's okay." Steve reassured. Placing his lamb on his lap. He ran his hand from the top of her head down to her tail. Just a little bit of comfort.

"It was the day that they died." Robin held her breath and hummed to show that she was listening. "It was November 27th. We were driving up to Chicago for Father's work thing. We were on that big long road that always has lots of cars and big trucks..." 

Steve felt his throat tighten up. Tears pooled at his eyes and he wiped at them harshly. "O-one of the b-big trucks, with a-all those wheels," his breath shuttered. "Um... O-one hit our car." 

"Oh no," Robin muttered. Steve could barely hear it, her voice was so quiet. 

"U-umm... I don't rem-remember a lot a-after that. And then I ended up here." Steve took a few deep breaths and wiped his eyes again. He didn't really like thinking about that day. Winter was a time meant to enjoy with his parents. Now, he won't be able to spend it with anyone. He didn't have a fireplace, or hot cocoa, or cozy sweaters with fuzzy blankets. He didn't have his parents. Winter has never felt so bleak and empty before. Steve hates it. Hates being alone, so he hates thinking about November 27th.

"I'm sorry that happened. My dad died when I was a baby and mom got really sick and couldn't take care of me properly. I lived with my aunt, but she died from her medicine.” 

“I'm really sorry that happened.”

“It's okay. At least we're not alone." Robin's voice was a mix of reassuring and matter-of-fact. Like she knew that Steve was afraid of being by his lonesome and was trying to remedy it with her words. The statement might be true for her, but he didn't really believe it about himself. With a frown, he looked directly at Robin. "I don't believe you. You were here before me and know everyone. I don't."

"Yeah, but you have me." Robin stated as she slid back down her bed. Steve blinked. "What do you mean? I just met you?"

"Well, we shared dreams and how our family died, right? I think that makes us friends." 

For the first time since his parents died, Steve felt warm. 

[lost-in-sokovia]

could I request a riddler fic where he just finished doing his riddler business (killing mayors & things lol) and sees the reader getting mugged. normally he’s not the type to help but the riddler suit gives him more confidence so saves her and feelings developp

detour

warnings: cursing, mugging, violence, guns, mentions of death, blood (not a lot just… as much as fighting would give you i guess)

edward didn’t usually just go out and about walking in his riddler suit, or, even at all. being the introvert he was, people and interactions really weren’t his thing. especially after just killing someone in your fancy(?) green getup, the public eye is not something you’d want to be exposed to. edward usually just opted for whatever unnecessarily difficult exit through a window or fire escape or something unusual that there was to avoid attention. slip out, be inconspicuous, and do not let anybody see you.

tonight, however, was different.

edward hurriedly walked through the dark, strayed alleyway, all in efforts to stay hidden and get back to his apartment quickly. it had just stopped raining a half an hour earlier and edward’s boots splashed through puddles as he shivered slightly underneath his suit; he hadn’t thought to wear anything to keep him warm underneath despite the fact he usually got quite hot in there.

keeping his head lowered, he saw the streetlights reflecting in the puddles as he continued his quick stride. edward was tired and cold, giving him just slightly more motivation to get home sooner. the alleyway he walked through paralleled with downtown gotham, usually only a few dropheads or sleeping homeless people coming into contact with edward. tonight, the alleyway was empty. as he made his way closer to his apartment and a more open sector of the city, he heard a voice yell. edward stopped dead in his tracks, his quick heartbeat halting momentarily. who was there? did somebody see him? was someone getting killed?

edward quickly jumped behind a dumpster, his muffled breathing loud in his ears. he searched around the dimly lit area just ahead of him until he found you being held at gunpoint against a wall by a man.

edward blinked and exhaled. just someone getting mugged; happens all the time in gotham. edward adjusted his large leather coat and regained composure before continuing to move along.

“what’ve you got hiding? drops? cash?” the man’s voice barked closely at you. the barrel of his gun was pressed firmly against the bottom of your chin, your hands were up as you tried to peer down at him from the position your head was in, and you were being pinned firmly against the damp brick wall. you grit your teeth and exhaled; you had simply gone out to buy painkiller at the drugstore, carrying just enough money to do so, and of course you got stopped on the way home. your plastic bag and painkillers were on the wet concrete now, and this bozo was refusing to let you go.

“i told you, i’ve got like a dollar and thirty cents in the pocket of my raincoat and that’s it pal. take it, go ahead,” you repeated flatly as the man growled.

edward had stopped when he heard your voice, not far beyond you at this point he turned around to once again look at the scene. something in him decided he could wait a minute, see how this played out.

the man stomped on your foot angrily and you whined in pain as the gun felt like it was going to break your skin if he pushed it any higher. “that’s not good enough!!” he screamed in your face as you began to cry. this was it, you thought. just another poster girl warning people never to go out in gotham alone. your life taken by some crazy mugger in the streets. you cried and cried as you wondered just how much longer you had before he’d pull the trigger and run, leaving your body in this godforsaken alley for god knows how long before maybe the GCPD found you.

edward frowned as he watched you cry. you were quite pretty and seemed very innocent, just another poor girl being mugged for no good reason in gotham. eddie’s brain was conflicted with thoughts of moving on or intervening as he watched the man growl things out to you as you shook your head and begged him to let you go. was he the hero type? i mean, not exactly. was his motive, however, for a better gotham city? yes.

“fuck,” edward muttered defeatedly before tugging on his mask and striding towards you, boots splashing harshly in puddles. as he quickly approached you, your teary eyes squeezed shut as you were held at gunpoint, he yelled at the man and both of you gasped. “get the hell away from her, you piece of shit,” he growled as he kicked the man in the stomach. you held yourself firmly against the wall and watched with wide eyes and an open jaw as this leather-donned guardian angel came to your rescue. as they fought the mugger fell to the ground, and edward kicked the gun away just before kneeling over the man and punching him relentlessly.

overwhelming tears continued to flow down your cheeks as you watched edward’s punching slow and the mugger taking deep breaths. was this real? what the hell was happening? who was this? where did he come from?

edward grabbed the bloodied and bruised man by the collar of his shirt before muttering “try this shit again and see what happens.” the man nodded as eddie let him go, the mugger quickly picking himself up and running away as fast as he could, forgetting his gun. edward looked up to meet your shocked gaze, your chest raising up and down rather fast as tears still flowed down your cheeks.

“are you alright?” edward asked. your eyes darted from side to side and you gripped the brick wall as you let out a sob, edward’s question not registering. “oh my god,” you choked, emotions rushing over you as fast as the batmobile. edward quickly stood himself up and reached out hesitantly, unsure of what to do. “oh my god… oh my g-god-“ not only were you recovering from what traumatic events had just taken place, the presence of this vigilante was somewhat offsetting and you were unsure if he beat off the other guy just to take you for himself or if he actually meant well.

“hey,” edward whispered, stepping closer to you so his hands were just an inch away from holding your shoulders. you looked into his eyes, and edward froze as he scanned your expression. a momentary panic flooded him as he wondered if you knew who he was, but it died down as he realized how intimidating he probably looked. “o-oh,” he chuckled awkwardly as he ripped off his mask (and the cling wrap before you could process that was on his face too) and put his glasses back on his face, the cool air engulfing his sweaty head. “s-sorry about that…”

your bottom lip trembled as you shook your head slightly, feeling more relieved now that you could see his face. you tried to take a deep breath and edward watched you nervously, rocking back on his heels. he gave you a moment to regain a stable breathing pattern and something in his heart exploded when you looked so gratefully into his green eyes.

“thank you, th-thank you so much,” you whispered. edward blinked and ran a hand through his tousled locks, now nervous for a different reason.

“not a problem,” he replied humbly, trying to give you a small smile. you looked into his eyes for a moment before biting your lip and throwing your arms around him in a tight hug. edward’s breath hitched as he momentarily wobbled off balance from the sudden force of your body against his. his eyes were wide and his arms were awkwardly out to the side, unsure if he was capable of hugging you back.

“i was so scared,” you exhaled as you held him tightly. edward’s stomach did somersaults as his brain swirled around the person who was currently hugging him. he felt a little dizzy, definitely less confident than he did minutes ago. he watched as you pulled your face from his chest to look up at him. you let go of him and backed up, wiping your eyes and lightly laughing and edward longed to feel your touch again.

“sorry, that was abrupt,” you admitted. edward shook his head and smiled weakly.

“no no, it’s okay,” he reassured. another moment of eye contact made eddie’s heart absolute swell and feel as though it was going to burst. you. you you you.

“i don’t know how i can ever thank you, i really thought i was done for,” you said. edward fiddled with his glasses and shrugged.

“it was really no problem, i’m glad i was here to help you,” he smiled. you smiled back and held your hands to your chest, absolute gratitude just pouring from your soul for this stranger.

“what’s your name?” you asked. edward paused before clearing his throat.

“e-edward,” he replied hesitantly. you grinned. “i’m (y/n).”

“it’s nice to meet you, (y/n),” edward replied politely. you reached down to pick up your wet painkillers and you sighed.

“all this for some painkillers,” you joked. edward laughed lightly as you shifted your weight to the side you intended to leave towards. edward felt like he could stare at your eyes all day. the innocent way you looked at him after he just saved your life, how angelic you looked after just hugging him, your smile, your pretty little misty eyes.

“thank you so much again, edward,” you repeated genuinely. eddie nodded and suddenly felt exposed in his riddler costume.

“i-i gotta go… do you think i can see you around soon?” edward asked hurriedly. you blinked before nodding.

“uh, yes! yes, please! how can i contact you?”

edward began to walk away and put his mask back on as he spoke. “don’t worry, i’m sure we’ll see each other soon, okay?” he reassured. your brain was swirling as he held a hand out towards you before running off, leaving you alone once again in the back alley. your brain was swirling. this had to have been a fever dream, there’s no possible way it was real. you stood and regained a slight sense of consciousness before resuming your walk back home, a little quicker than before.

as edward ran away, the only thing he could think about was you. how lucky he was that he found you. how blessed he was to have been able to meet you and see your face, hear your voice, even watch you cry. he saved you. his heart beat rapidly in his chest as he slowed down, his breath hot and heavy in his mask. he felt a little stupid for falling in love with a girl he had just saved, but he was convinced he was in love with you. this was meant to be. you were made for him. this was good karma of some sort. he cringed as he wondered what would have happened to you if he would’ve just moved on, and it made his blood boil.

he had your name and knew your face. you asked how you two would be able to get in contact again. edward chuckled and thought about you lovingly. oh darling, he thought. he’d find you very soon.

i have no words besides the fact that i’m nervous and i hope y’all liked it :’)

[strangesupremee]

Hi? (Dr. Strange)

Pairings: Dr. Strange x F! Reader

Words: 1.2k

Summary: You and Peter are in big trouble but worth it. 

A/N: Got this idea somewhere, I forgot where. So thank you for that! 

Your eyes slowly open and all you can see is nothing because it's way too dark, meaning that the sun isn't up yet to give you a warm light. You did every position that you found comfortable to sleep back again but you were now just wide awake. 

"Is this because of too much sugar? I shouldn't have eaten too many chocolates that Tony gave to us." You sat up and stared at nothing but you were thinking of Stephen who is sleeping peacefully in his own room. You decide to go to his room and watch him sleep while you're in your astral form. 

You have a huge crush on him since the day Tony introduced you to him which is a great thing to ever happen in your life. You were floating above him, staring at his peaceful face, watching how his chest goes up and down. You smile at how adorable yet handsome Stephen can be but this guy is grumpy, narcissist just like Tony but a sorcerer. You kissed his forehead and decided to go back to your room and do something fun. 

You went back to your body and called Peter knowing that kid ate too much chocolate like you and can't sleep too. Peter answered immediately with a playful smile on his face. 

"Hey {Y/N}!" He said and you could hear strong wind blowing, car honks and the busy streets. 

"Don't tell me you beat me in doing something fun?" He only giggled and you smirked. 

"Come and get me, Spidey-boi." You put a coat on you because it's hella cold outside. 

"On its way!" He ended the call and after a couple of minutes you could hear knocking on the window, you smirked and quickly opened the window. 

"Let's get this party started!" You both laughed and went outside to the busy streets of New York. You flew as Peter swung. You both laughed like crazy teenagers but in reality Peter is really a teenager while you looked like a teenager so that's counted. 

You did some beautiful fireworks as you flew in front of it. Peter clapped his hands but forgot that he's only holding a pole. You quickly cast a spell to let him fly like you do. 

"This is amazing! I mean you are amazing!" He said and you could imagine that his eyes were sparkling, you giggled at his cuteness. 

You both sing."Making my way downtown! Walking fast–" 

"PETER BENJAMIN PARKER!" Both of you two looked behind you and saw Tony chasing the two of you. 

"–walking faster! Peter!" Peter tried to swim faster because he didn't know how to control the flying. 

You wanted to laugh but you two are in trouble."Peter! That's not how it works! Let's go!" You grabbed Peter's wrist and flew faster and then you both saw sparks that were now forming a circle and an unhappy sorcerer supreme came out. 

"{Y/N} {L/N}!" Stephen was glaring at you. 

"Hit the break! Hit the break! Breaaaak!!" Peter shouted repeatedly. 

"I don't have a fcking break!! Fck!" You flew upwards and landed on the roof of the building. You were panting and laughing your ass off. 

"That was amazing!" He removed his mask and laughed. 

Both of you stopped laughing when you heard an irons landing and sparks behind the both of you."They found us?" 

"I think so?" You and Peter slowly turned your head and saw Tony out of his armor and his unhappy face while arms were crossed and Stephen looked at you with disbelief. 

"Hi?" You both said in unison. 

"Get your girlfriend away from my kid, Strange." Stephen looked at Tony with a raised eyebrow. 

"No, get your kid away from mine." Both of them glared at each other. You blushed as Stephen didn't deny the girlfriend part and Peter smirked as he nudged you while also giving you winks. 

"Stop, Peter." Peter just chuckled silently. Then the glaring contest of the two geniuses were broken by your sneezing. 

"Achoo." You sniffed and you felt a warm body hugging you from the side. 

"You aren't cold?" You asked Peter who shook his head. 

"Well this suit is made by Mr. Stark and there's like a heater in it." You pouted. 

"Lucky." You felt another warm cloth placed on your shoulders and saw the cloak of levitation. Peter let go once he saw that you're quite warm now and Stephen put his strong arms on your waist to pull your body to his. 

"Strange, there's a kid in here! Don't be so touchy with your girlfriend." Tony rolled his eyes. 

"She's not my girlfriend, Stark and take care of you kid!" You looked down on the ground sadly as both of you walked through the portal. You removed the cloak that was now floating and opened a portal to your room. You went in, removed the coat you're wearing and left it on the ground and flopped yourself in your bed, sighing. 

You were startled when you felt strong firm arms in your waist and pulled you closer to his strong warm body."You went out in that cold weather wearing only thin clothes and a coat." He said as you could feel his hot breath on your neck that gives you chills. 

"Strange, I'm good." You said and removed his arm on your waist but he just put it back again and buried his face on your neck where you are very ticklish. "Strange…" You were trying so hard not to giggle because of his bread tickling your exposed neck. 

"Do you want to be my official girlfriend, {Y/N}?" Your eyes went wide because of his question. 

"W-what?" He smiled through your neck then looked at you straight in the eyes.

"You heard me, {Y/N}. I had this feeling for you since the day you walked through the door of the sanctum. I just love you with all my heart, I just love the way you smile, laugh and giggle, the way your eyes sparkle, the way you speak, your voice is like a music through my ears. You're the magical being that happened to enter my dangerous life with so much sunshine and positive vibes all around you. You are the someone who could keep it with my grumpiness, coldness, overconfidence, narcissism and everything about me. I love you damn so much, {Y/N}." Stephen confessed his love to you and you smiled before leaning in to give him a sweet kiss. 

"Well, Doc, guess what? I love you too with all my damn heart." Stephen smiled and gave you another sweet kiss on the lips and brushed both of your noses against each other. 

"I was planning on confessing in some more romantic way but seeing you in your astral form watching me sleep and kissing me on the forehead." You blushed in embarrassment while Stephen put his hand on your cheek that you leaned in to. 

"I couldn't help it and I just wanted to keep you to myself watching you sleep, give you loving kisses and cuddling all night." You smile and snuggle your face on Stephen's chest as he hugs you closer to him, to keep both of you warm with each other's warmth. 

"Yes." You said and Stephen knew what it meant and happily kissed your head. 

[mizufae]

Currently at the big vet hospital south of Seattle because we have to transfer Korben to them since the one downtown closes on the weekends. They are open 24/5, which makes no fucking sense but whatever!!!

Korben is stable but still needs to be on oxygen and is only making tiny slow improvements. It's really hard because nobody can say if he will improve or not right now. If he does get through the pneumonia, treating his actual diseases (anorexia caused most likely by small cell lymphoma) is actually very straightforward and can be done at home, with a likelihood of 2 or more years of comfortable life with us. If not? Welp.

We got to spend time with him yesterday and today. He is still so sweet and soft. The nurses and techs love him everywhere we go and always exclaim how adorable he is. He is breathing hard and extremely floppy and his coat is a terrible mess. They are lubricating his eyes so his face is all goopy. But on the drive to the other hospital, he saw trees and immediately pushed up and demanded to look at them. He loves looking at the window on car rides.

Please send him good vibes through whatever wavelength you prefer. I'm crossing all my fingers and toes all the time these days, it's a wonder I can type this.

[sailorpants]

*slaps roof of playlist* this bad boy can fit so much tragedy in it! listen on spotify or check the tracklist below the cut for individual links and also the Most Lyrics from each song. ps it's in plot order!

1.) The Young Thousands, from We Shall All Be Healed The Prophecy: There is someone waiting out there with a mouthful of surprises

2.) Until Olympius Returns, from Songs for Pierre Chuvin The Rising: Nod in agreement when the tyrant holds forth/ Look for a beacon from the North

3.) I Will Grab You By The Ears, from Nothing For Juice First Meeting: I saw the birds go by/ And I walked around the lake's perimeter/ And I saw the lake reflected in your eyes

4.) Love Cuts The Strings, from Protein Source of the Future… Now! Edinburgh: And I recognized you, though I'm not sure how/ And the air turned red around you/ As a dull chill came down over me

5.) Get Lonely, from Get Lonely Post-Edinburgh Keith: And I will go downtown/ Stand in the shadows of the buildings/ And button up my coat/ Trying to stay strong, spirit willing

6.) To The Headless Horseman, from Dark In Here Pre-Beinn Laoigh Keith and Ewen: I rode past you on the road again today// And as you approached, I could sense the threat/ But a stranger's just a friend who hasn't shared their secrets yet

7.) New Britain, from Full Force Galesburg Beinn Laoigh: And you're about to leave again, I've learned to read your movements/ And I'm learning how to read your mind

8.) We Have Seen The Enemy, from Zopilote Machine Fort Augustus, part 1: And I've told you everything/ Even the parts I'd meant to leave out

9.) Training Montage, from Bleed Out Lachlan: I'm doing this for revenge/ I'm doing this to try and stay true/ I'm doing this for the ones/ They had to leave behind, I'm doing this for you

10.) Unmasked!, from Beat the Champ Fort Augustus, part 2: And by way of honoring/ The things we once both held dear/ I will reveal you

11.) Love Love Love, from The Sunset Tree Morar: Love, love is going to lead you by the hand/ Into a white and soundless place

12.) The Last Place I Saw You Alive, from Getting Into Knives Post-book: It was special, it was deadly/ It was ours and then it wasn't

13.) The Window Song, from Protein Source of the Future... Now! Keith/Ewen fix-it: I know you./ You're the one I spent three seasons trying to pretend/ That I never knew.

14.) Going to Scotland, from Nothing for Juice Keith/Ewen fix-it: We watched the sun go down on Scotland/ And I watched the moon come up over you

[contreparry]

Hello! Id love to see where you take the prompt “A window filled with eerily smiling faces”

Absolutely! Here’s some preteen f!Hawke from the roommates AU for @dadrunkwriting !

“Oh, isn’t that nice, Marian?” Mother asked, and she pointed to a dress in the boutique window. “It would look so pretty on you!”

Marian Hawke bit her tongue. Papa asked her to go for a walk with Mother while he and Carver stayed with Bethany at the hospital. Look around at the shops downtown, he suggested. Get an ice cream. Pet a dog. And because Mother was pacing in the hall and Bethany was clinging to Carver’s hand tight enough that the skin over her knobby knuckles went as white as bone and because Papa never asked for anything, Marian shrugged her coat on and ruffled Carver’s curly dark hair before pressing a kiss to the top of Bethany’s head.

“We’ll be back soon, ‘kay?” she murmured.

“‘Kay.” Bethany’s voice was so soft and small it could have been the autumn wind blowing through the window. Carver, who stood as straight as a lamppost, nodded stiffly. His bright blue eyes were fierce, as if he thought he could beat back Bethany’s sickness by glowering at it, at everyone, at the whole damn world.

“I’ll bring something good for you. Both of you,” Marian promised them, and soon enough she and Mother were on their way.

That’s what Marian was looking for now as she and Mother walked down the sidewalk: something good she could get the twins once Mother had walked off her nerves (that’s what she liked to call it, walking off her nerves). Downtown Denerim had to have at least one bookstore or toy shop, right? But it was all high end boutiques and cafes and the occasional fast food joint, and every window reflected her tense, fake smile back at her until all Marian saw was that wide, eerie grin.

“Yeah. It’s a nice dress,” Marian hollowly agreed, her eyes staring past the pale yellow wisp of a gown that looked like a summer sunbeam given form. Mother always hoped she’d start enjoying frills once she got older. But here Marian was, thirteen and allergic to dresses. Bethany was the feminine one, the one who liked pretty things and dressing up (even if she fought like a demon and chucked snowballs better than anyone else in the neighborhood). It really was more of a Bethany dress, the sort she could wear to a party someday, when she…

When she… Marian clenched her jaw. Bethany WOULD get older. Her baby sister was going to be fine, everyone said she’d be fine, they caught it early and there was a cure now, it was going to be- she would be fine. She’d get better. She was tough and a Hawke! Bethany would be fine.

You could heal from the Blight. Healing magic and medicine had come a long way these days.

“Mum?” Marian asked softly, half-hoping that her mother wouldn’t hear her.

“Yes?”

“D’you…” Marian paused. Stared at her reflection in the glass and that strained smile. Her gaze drifted up to her mother’s reflection and the smile that mirrored her own: stiff, cracked, fake. It would be so easy to break those smiles. Marian wanted to do it. Instead she cleared her throat.

“I, uh… the gift shop has a bad selection of kid books. Just so you know,” Marian said. Mother paused. Blinked. Marian turned her head and faced her, traced her elegant, weary profile as she waited for a response.

“Really now?”

“Yeah,” Marian replied. “Baby stuff, Bethany and Carver won’t like any of it. Can we- d’you think we can go to a bookstore? A good one?” She couldn’t fix Bethany’s sickness. She might be a Mage but she wasn’t any good at healing. They didn’t even let apprentices practice at hospitals anyways. And Carver bristled whenever she tried to reassure him, and Bethany was just so tired and Papa and Mother were on edge all the time- but Marian could find some good books for her siblings. She could bring them a toy and a book and a sketchbook and crayons and- and whatever else they needed.

Marian would always make sure her siblings got what they needed.

[itwasalladreamsworld]

Coat Tale

It was the Saturday after the lounge Christmas party. Barbara had been feeling so good from the company and wine that evening, that she forgot her best winter coat in her classroom. With two weeks off and a polar vortex in the forecast, Barbara knew she would have to go to Abbott to retrieve it before the weekend was over. As she entered the school and walked by the front desk, she cast a glance into the enigmatic principal’s office. Barbara and Ava spent time together over the summer working over the budget for the grant they received and developed a friendly relationship. At Ava’s behest, they expanded that time to include a biweekly admin meeting to ensure Ava was staying on the right track.  Barbara still found her impossible at times, but she knew a lot of that was bravado. Recognized that Ava set low work expectations because of the high demand of her personal and family obligations.

As she passed the lounge, she thought of the conversation about Tamika’s mother and her clothing line. How she’d felt small when Ava chastised her but when she looked in her eyes only saw the care and a desire for Barbara’s mind not to be so closed. The whole incident had shifted something in Barbara. Ava had been standing in the hallway when Barbara apologized to Tamika’s mom. After the apology, while the kids were still coming into the classroom and getting ready for the day, Ava caught her eye from the doorway and with a bright smile mouthed “Good girl.” Her perfume lingered and Barbara’s stomach clenched with unexpected arousal. She brushed it off as pleasure in an unexpected moment of praise, but that belief was thrown out the window the day Ava substituted for Janine. Though Ava had been frustrated, she had glowed that whole day. And since then, she has been living with her own Ava induced fever. She nearly lost her scruples when Ava entered the library in her Mrs. Clause costume. She mentioned Santa Clause's heart condition because she felt close to a heart attack herself. As she shook herself out of the memory, Barbara retrieved her coat and headed toward the exit, when she saw a flash of neon green.

She looked up and there was the object of her thoughts. Ava Coleman standing with her back to her office window in what appeared to be a neon green yoga crop top and matching leggings. She bent over to retrieve something from the other side of her desk and Barbara felt frozen. 10 seconds or 10 minutes could have passed when she hears “Barb you’re starring.” When she focuses, she finds Ava standing in front of her with a knowing smirk. “What’re you doing here,” Barbara asks softly unable to take her eyes off Ava. “Forgot I had some gifts delivered here and I’m trying to get all of my wrapping done before the weekend is over. Got to help my Granny and sister with their stuff during the week.” Barbara smiled at that; Ava really was one of the sweetest women she’d ever met.

Ava nodded to the coat in her arms “See you came to retrieve the big gun for this ridiculousness on the way. It’s getting to be nipple-cutting weather…” Barbara furrowed her brow at the statement and gave Ava a knowing look. Barb chuckled and said, “I’ll be doing quite a few things downtown with my daughters and wanted to make sure I had all the warmth I can get.” Ava smiled and looked at her with a look she couldn’t recognize. “The temp dropped between my drive from the house here, so you’ll definitely need it now”

Ava moves to take the coat from Barbara’s arm and slowly turns her around. Barbara is enveloped in Ava’s perfume and closes her eyes. Ava very gently helps Barbara into her coat, her fingers softly brushing the nape of her neck as she adjusts the collar. Barbara tries to hide her shudder from the touch but is unsuccessful by the way Ava’s eyes are dancing with mirth when she turns back around. “Thank you, Ava. I hope you have a great holiday break.” she whispers with a tender smile. Ava moves to fix her lapel and takes a step further into Barbara’s personal space, leaving very little room between them. She looks Barbara directly in the eye as she cups her cheek “I hope you have an excellent break as well. And maybe once everything is settled, we can talk about the way your eyes follow me everywhere I go and the way that I’m really into it.” Barbara’s eyes go wide at this and thinks briefly about denying it but Ava is looking at her like she could be the safest space in the world and she wants to run towards that. Ava places a chaste kiss on her lips, rubs her right hand on her cheek, and then is out the door. Barbara touches her lips and is suddenly very much looking forward to the new year.

[cattale]

Girls’ Night Out ღ Bobbi & Tepin

TIMING: The week of February 21 LOCATION: Petal Pushers, East End PARTIES: @cattale & @timetide SUMMARY: Tepin helps Bobbi pick out some plants for her houseboat to make it pet-ready. The plants, however, have woken up and are choosing violence. It’s up to the Super Pets to save the day! CONTENT: N/A

“If you ask me,” said the little old lady to Tepin, “you’re something of a monster, am I right?” They were the only two people, apart from the occasional passersby, in front of Petal Pushers, the town’s one and only flower shop, which the balam never fails to visit on the rare occasions she dared venture far from the Outskirts. Tepin had been standing outside on her own, waiting for the newly made friend she was set to meet in the establishment, when the older woman came out and stood beside her. It was late winter, but it seemed to Tepin that everything was still cold and small and damp. She should have brought at least a book with her to keep her distracted. Or at least to use as an excuse to exit this conversation. “I’m Mexican,” said Tepin, “if that’s what you mean.”

The old lady cocked her head to one side, and she winked, theatrically. She had steel gray hair, and a gray face, and a gray coat, and she looked like one of those stereotypical grandmas left alone in sleepy towns such as this one, abandoned, forgotten. “Well, that is not what I meant,” she explained, “not exactly.” Tepin has had her fair share of…problems like this when she first crossed the border not too long ago—everyone feared the unknown, the complex, the inexplicable, and Tepin was all that and more—but the old woman didn’t feel like she was going to be much trouble. Not like the others before her. “I meant… We all have a monster within. The difference is in degree, not in kind.”

Tepin couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at that statement. For some reason, it seemed familiar to her, like she had heard it all before. Also from someone familiar. But before she could say anything back to the old woman, the mysterious crone suddenly started walking away from her, not even giving her a wave of goodbye or a final look. Maybe that’s for the best… She wondered then if this was all a terrible idea, if the monster within her would suddenly take control from out of nowhere, putting everyone else in danger. Gulping, she quickly felt sick, afraid, doubtful. Like she had eaten a bad breakfast. But then she saw the familiar fishing captain approach and immediately calmed down at the sight of her new friend, greeting her with a meek smile. 

It was a good day: Bobbi woke up naked in bed with a wide grin on her lips, feeling more or less reinvigorated by the excitement of what’s to come. Something about the quality of the light seeping through her windows, bright and warm, like the color of happiness itself, told her it was time to prepare for the weekend’s primetime highlight. Time to get this houseboat some personality! A plant or two should prep it for a critter or two. Gonna be a good day, yes it is!

John’s truck smelled of old socks and sweaty shirts—a deadly mix of testosterone gone wild: there were actual dirty socks on the equally dirty floor, much to Bobbi’s chagrin. The seats looked like they would do well with some vacuuming, discolored with dust and hair, and there was a pair of used shoes stashed underneath the passenger’s side. It reeked. 

On any other day, Bobbi would’ve thought about chewing him out—lecturing him on proper hygiene and cleanliness as if she were his mom or grandma—but today was not any other day. She ignored all these horrible, terrible things and forced herself, still with a smile, to take on the steering wheel and make her way from the docks to downtown, humming along the way. 

Bobbi parked a block away from the flower shop to make sure the truck’s existence wasn’t revealed to Tepin. Walking with a pep in her step, almost hopping like she was some kindergartener, Bobbi’s grin grew wider as her almond-shaped ebony black eyes found Tepin outside the shop’s door. She waved at her, her arms high in the air, and called out to her newly made friend. “Tepin! Sorry, I’m late! You look amazing! How are you?”

There were black worry beads wrapped around her wrist, and Tepin fiddled with them as she spoke, a  wide grin on her face as Bobbi closed the distance between them. “You’re not late, Bobbi,” she said, “I was just early.”  She welcomed her new friend with a hug, the tightest she has ever given, before gesturing for her to get inside the flower shop first. It has been a while since Tepin was out like this, and it has been longer since she gave anyone a hug, but with the captain of the Salmon Ella beside her, she found courage to not fear the uncontrollable jaguar within.

They were standing inside Petal Pushers now, a few steps from the door. She decided to sling her arm around Bobbi’s, entangling them, but casually. Tepin extended her arm along the length of Bobbi’s and eventually sort of creeped it down, almost imperceptibly, until it was touching her. This is what friends do, right? Tepin wasn’t quite sure. She could’ve sworn she had seen something like this on the terrible television set she had inherited from the old woman who previously owned her cabin, but it was a DVD from a long time ago, and because she spent most of her days in the Outskirts, keeping to herself, she wasn’t up to date with whatever friends did these days. 

Brad Bradley, one of her more consistent customers, suggested something about scissors, but Tepin felt that those things were always too sharp and could only lead to violence outside of practical use. She said, “This is where I got my flowers for my garden and also my cabin. Mr. Green, the owner, lives above the shop and there’s actually a small greenhouse in the back. One of the kids who works here part-time bought some catnip from me and introduced us.”

The hug was warm, but it shouldn’t have felt that good, and her hair smelled more of the sun than anything Bobbi had ever smelled. Not that she intentionally sniffed her. No, that would be creepy. So very creepy. “Oh. Okay. Hugs. You’re a hugger! That’s nice.” She tried to return the favor but only mustered an awkward pat on the shoulder, her arms seemingly unable to wrap the other girl like any other normal pair could. Would. Tepin, however, surprised her yet again by trapping her closest arm. Bobbi looked away, pretending to focus on the inside of the flower shop, uncertain if her cheeks were red and if Tepin would find it weird. That’s the last thing she’d ever want, to alienate a new friend.

An old girlfriend was just like this and she resolved to stay far from her. The woman was a saint, and Bobbi wasn’t exactly in the right headspace to be anything serious, anything she’d ever want or need in the long run. To be honest, she has never been in that headspace anyway. Inevitably, she found herself introduced to a part of her new friend’s life, and although she had, at one point, considered Tepin to be nothing more than…an extra pair of tits, as John would say, she had proven herself valuable in the aftermath of their adventure, nursing to health the boys and relieving their captain of further pain and suffering. 

“Oh, that’s so cool,” she grinned. Bobbi realized then and there that while she found strength in her role as a captain, her lightning that could destroy and power her boats, the danger she posed just by existing, Tepin was the exact opposite. She knew people, and not in the way that was smarmy or gross like politicians (sorry, Sam!), but in the way that seemed so nice and carefree, definitely a welcomed respite from all the chaos and confusion in her life. “You’re really something, aren’t you? Making friends with kids and…florists.”

Tepin had told herself that the captain Bobbi was most definitely a warrior, a brave woman who could chase away monsters both strange and familiar, someone she must befriend, emulate, and perhaps even learn from. Perhaps there was a reason why their paths had crossed. Perhaps with her, she could finally figure out the cure for her condition. She resolved to make the most with this new friendship, to bring delightful discoveries to the captain’s seemingly dark and dreary world, and to finally free herself from the jaguar spirit’s curse: her much-desired birthday present to herself. She imagined herself finally kissing someone new, perhaps someone familiar, without the fear of the jaguar taking over unexpectedly.

“Is it? Am I? They’re really interesting folks,” she said. “I find it hard not to, especially Mr. Green who has been very, very kind to me.” There were a handful of flowering plants on display, all of which up to 50% off, but strangely no Mr. Green. He must be in the bathroom or upstairs… Tepin amused herself when she finally let go of Bobbi’s arms by taking to the flowers, admiring them closely and even taking a whiff of their natural fragrance. The hydrangeas were pretty in shades of purple and light blue, so it was hard for her not to go to them like a butterfly drawn by their sweet nectar. She let out a yelp, as the flowers tried to bite her nose. Fortunately for her, she was able to pull herself back just in time. “I think these flowers have gone bad!”

Tepin stood away from the plants on display and watched in horror as most of them began making strange noises, as if growing teeth where they sat. She turned to Bobbi with wide eyes filled with fear, feeling the rage of the beast within beginning to wake.

People back then had marks they made on gateposts and trees, sometimes even doors, to let others of their kind know a little about the people who live at the houses and farms they’d pass on their travels. Bobbi thought it was very helpful, the signs, and she nodded with a smile, turning to another display, different from where Tepin fluttered to, for a good look herself. “You’re a very kind soul. I mean, Mr. Green doesn’t even live in your neighborhood. I don’t think I could make friends with someone from another neighborhood that easily.”

She pulled her further back, taking a step in front of Tepin with a scowl on her face. Bobbi was surprised to hear and see the changes the flowers wrought upon themselves, transforming into horrific monsters despite their unchanged sizes. “Ugh, does this happen a lot here?” The huxian discreetly reached towards her back pocket but scowled when she remembered she had left her easily concealed weapon on her boat. It was just a meet-cute. She didn’t think she’d need the gun. Maybe I should’ve brought an axe or something.

The flowers must have had enough, Bobbi thought. People take them in. They get rid of the thorns and the bad petals, water them, and plant or place them somewhere new, somewhere strange to them. They prune their stems and their twigs, and, indignity upon indignity, they even have their leaves trimmed in a way to mock nature’s creatures. And they’re forced to stay with these people: for a few months, or for a year, or forever. Must be a nightmare for them. But who was she to judge? She had come here to do the same.

That moment, the jaguar began to stir, slowly, painstakingly waking up from its slumber. Or at least it was trying to. Tepin, with her eyes closed and her hands clasped in front of her chest as if in a prayer, was doing her best to quell the beast. Fearful as she was, she dared not give the jaguar an opportunity to run amok, especially not around Bobbi, a newly made friend, or inside Mr. Green’s shop. She herself knew the price one paid, the suffering one would endure, when their own source of livelihood was threatened. “No! At least not that I know of. This is a first for me, too.”

Speaking of her very kind soul, Tepin was just reminded right then and there that Mr. Green might be in danger as well. If his plants were acting terribly, monstrous even, then perhaps he was not down there with them for a reason. Perhaps the worst has happened to the nice man. “Mr. Green?” She turned towards the direction of the stairs, hoping the shop’s owner would hear her, could hear her. “Are you all right? Your plants… They’re acting all strange and stuff… Do you need help up there? Can you hear me? It’s Tepin. Tepin Silva. From the Farmer’s Night Market?”

If it could grin menacingly, the jaguar within felt like it was relishing in Tepin’s current predicament, a very stressful scenario indeed. With the threat of the teething plants, the fear of Bobbi finding out what she really was, and the current condition of her florist friend in question, the balam was surrounded on all sides by triggers that could very well set the jaguar free by a hair’s breadth.

Muffling arrived from upstairs as a response for Tepin’s callout, suggesting to Bobbi that the shop owner must be trapped where he lived and she quickly turned to her friend with a shake of the head; they can’t go anywhere, not yet, not until the nipping plants before them were sorted first. “We’ll need to deal with these things in front of us first. Any suggestions?”

Bobbi thought about just letting go, just zapping these monstrous plants to ashes with her ability, but decided against it. Tepin deserved better than to be dragged into the supernatural side of things, the thick of all the cursed events in town. She had a more blissful life, ignorant of all the underlying dangers of the town and its people, her positivity drowning the truths of the malevolent creatures masquerading as normal and boring and mundane folk. Instead, she resolved to defend the two of them with the closest weapon she could find—a broom.

“Back, you second-rate Venus flytraps!” Bobbi threatened them all with the blunt end of the shopkeeper’s broom. She’d swept a lot of things under the rug, mostly the illegal activities of her own machinations, a holdover from her past as a pirate scourge of the Eastern seas, but never predatory plants with a taste for blood. That’s what those teeth are for, right? Scowling, and without looking behind her for Tepin, she urged her to join her in the fight as well. Or at least defend herself with something other than her delicious fingers. “Find anything long or wide to keep their sharp teeth from you, all right? I’ve got your back, err front, but just in case, you need something to defend yourself, too.”

Tepin was not waiting. Not quite. Not while someone needed their help, her help. It was more that her own safety meant nothing to her anymore, at least not when someone else’s safety was in question, that the nightmares and the dangers could not touch her. Not at this moment in time. “I’m sorry, Bobbi,” she gritted her teeth as she took a pair of hand trowels from the nearby counter and started fighting off the nipping plants, intending to run through them so she could get upstairs. “I can’t just stand here while Mr. Green sounds like he’s in trouble.”

Tepin remained out of reach of the teething plants, seemingly implacable, mostly unhurt, and surprisingly beyond their reach, and soon, she knew, she would feel Bobbi go after her and fight behind her; because after that, she would scold her for being too stupid to follow orders. She was not a sailor, a member of her fishing crew. Instead, Tepin was an outcast, an outlier, a self-exiled nobody, and Mr. Green was one of the only strangers that had considered her something more, something that deserved a second chance. 

“What are you…?” Bobbi had visions of a familiar and stubborn soul that also braved the dangers before her for something else, someone else, the similarities making her groan quite audibly. She shook her head, and raised high above her head the weapon she was using to keep the carnivorous plants at bay. Anguish. She struck them hard. They ran through the nipping plants. When they reached the stairs leading upstairs, Bobbi took a moment to turn around and make sure nothing else followed them. 

“Go, get the man but be quick,” she yelled back at Tepin. “I’ll make sure they don’t get anywhere near the stairs.” The last thing they’d want is to get trapped up there, too, with the old man. Bobbi had faith in her newly made friend, especially after seeing firsthand her will and determination to save her own friend, that she would be able to do what she wanted to do and succeed. Watching two, three, of the potted plants smash themselves from their shelf to the floor, breaking free of their ceramic prisons, reminded her of the time when she had to deal with those Chinese vampires off the coast of Fujian. Just like old times. With a snarl, she let out a challenge to the predators. “Come get some, you annoying compost!”

Tepin was almost at the stairs when she noticed Bobbi was running after her. No. Not after her, with her. She turned to her with wide eyes filled with confusion, ever slow to get the memo, but had to turn away to make sure she would not slip on her own two feet. Bobbi did not have to yell at Tepin twice. Although the balam hesitated for a split second, not wanting to leave a friend for another, she remembered how brave and formidable the ship captain was at Hanging Rock. There’s no need for me, of all people, to worry about her. She’s as badass as they come. With a simple nod, Tepin pulled herself through the stairs and up on the second floor, focusing all her senses in finding Mr. Green. “Mister Green! It’s me, Tepin! Where are you? Are you all right?!”

“Tepin? Who?” If Tepin had a second to spare, she would’ve felt a little stung by that. However, she was too focused on getting him out of there as well as herself and Bobbi. Thankfully, that response was enough assistance for the balam to find where he was hiding: behind a small room, perhaps even a closet for his tools, whose door was being swarmed by three medium-sized plants. Oh, no… It’s the whole demon tree thing again. Fortunately for Tepin, they did not seem to notice her.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Green,” Tepin said as she tightened her grip on the pair of hand trowels she had brought from the first floor, from the shopkeeper’s counter. She’ll pay for them later. Gritting her teeth, she took a deep breath, and only then did it seem the plants noticed her. “I’m coming!” The words slithered out of her mouth at the same time Bobbi snarled her challenge at the foot of the stairs, and before she knew it, Tepin was charging at the plants like a less scary and more dopey White Tiger. Fortunately, she was able to resist the urge to roar.

That fox, Mrs. Gao had said, when she first met Bobbi, is a person. And while there was something very person-like in its huge leonine face: its broad black nose, its greenish-yellow eyes, its fanged but amiable mouth, it was not a real person. Not like the huxian was either. It was just a regular old fox, though perhaps Mrs. Gao, the widow who owned the houseboats for rent around Finney Docks, except Bobbi’s of course, meant something else entirely. The realization dawned on the former pirate just as she swatted away another carnivorous plant monster from her. Damn these unwanted vegetation!

Bobbi swung her broom, and struck another of her attackers clean off the floor and straight into the adjacent wall, and slammed the makeshift weapon down on the last one. Then she made the terrible decision to kick it away, only for the damned thing to grapple her foot, slither and crawl around her ankle and up her leg. “At least. Buy. Me. Dinner first.” She tried to shake it off, kicking in the air with each syllable, but to no avail. The plant was relentless and it was getting on the huxian’s nerves. Bobbi took a quick glance up the stairs but saw no trace of Tepin and her friend, not even a single shadow. Turning her attention to the groping plant, she noticed the others were starting to crawl back to her as well. 

“All right then,” Bobbi inhaled deeply. “If this is what you guys really want, then this is what you guys are really going to get.” Widening her eyes in furious determination, jolts of electricity started to dance around her, from her, rising in power and danger. Bobbi was never known for her finesse when enraged, at least that’s what she believed, but with Tepin in mind, her kindness that she wanted to emulate, that secretly inspired her, she was able to just focus short zaps at each of the plants, shocking them out of consciousness. When all was said and done, she grinned, proud of what she had done, even admiring her handiwork, despite several of the displays forced on the floor, some even having scorched marks on them. Damn, I’m good.

In fiction, Tepin thought she would have looked so badass, charging at the voracious monster plants like some sort of hero in a television show kids put on pedestals these days. Maybe even a superhero. In reality, she was clumsily swatting at everything, mostly air, and only taking out her attackers by sheer luck. When nothing more happened, she began to run for her life, frantically grabbing the door knob of the small closet-like room that Mr. Green had trapped himself in. “Mr. Green! It’s me! Tepin! The one with all the catnip? From the night market? I took down the plants, but I don’t know if they’ll be down for long. We need to get the hell out of here!”

“Catnip Girl?” Mr. Green’s voice answered from behind the door. Something flickered behind Tepin, which made her kick it away instinctively. When the medium-sized plant hit the adjacent wall, she was caught surprised by how strong she kicked it. Huh. Must be the adrenaline. Before she could linger on that thought, the door slowly swung open and out popped Mr. Green’s head. “You sure it’s okay now? I heard a loud thud. I mean, just now. I’ve been hearing loud thuds downstairs and behind this door for an hour now.” It was just around 20 minutes. 

Tepin wasn’t feeling like staying up there for a chat, so she immediately grabbed Mr. Green by the arm, oblivious to the loud yelp of pain the man had screamed when she then started back downstairs, dragging him behind her and kicking another plant monster for good measure. “Bobbi! We’re coming down!” Tepin let her accomplice know, just in case she needed to make way or prepare or something. She wasn’t sure what the protocol was. She had never done this, played hero against plant monsters inside a flower shop. “Sorry about the mess, Mr. Green, but we know a guy who can probably clean all that up!”

“And stay down,” Bobbi muttered at her scorched opponents decidedly, just in time for Tepin and her friend to join her on the ground floor. “Uhh, yeah, the plants really did mess up your place, sir. Totally just the plants.” She instinctively went to help them but realized she wasn’t needed as much, with her presence right next to them just making the whole escape plan more troublesome than necessary. Instead, Bobbi skipped ahead, so to speak, running towards the front door and holding it for the two while looking back to make sure nothing was on their tail. So to speak. Thanks, brain. Thanks for reminding me about my lack of tails. Maybe this will help grow one again. No? Eh. Who needs tails anyway?

“You guys all right?” Bobbi checked on Tepin and the shopkeeper as soon as they were all out of the shop, her fingers already browsing through her pockets for her phone. When they found what they were looking for, Bobbi immediately thought of calling for the police. But was that smart? He called John and her crew instead. At least that way, she can get help from people she trusted. Her people. “John? Where are you? Are the boys with you? I need two more. Get your butts downtown asap!” She then told them the address before ending the call, no necessary explanations. The crew didn’t really ask for them, not when she sounded mad and desperate at the same time, which Bobbi did. She’d explain later, when everything inevitably ends well. They always do.

Bobbi stood beside Tepin, searching her for any wounds or bruises. Just in case those things were like the massive tree in the Outskirts. “Are you sure you folks are all right? Should we call an ambulance?” It wasn’t strange for Bobbi to be this worried, concerned. For one, Tepin was growing on her. Not unlike those plants before they terrorized them. For another, she was here while the attack happened, making the whole thing transpire during her watch. Bobbi had too much pride as a former pirate captain and a current fishing crew captain to not worry about anyone under her watch, protection even.

For only a split second, if not quicker, Tepin felt confusion at the state of the first floor. Why were there burn marks on— You know what? That doesn’t matter. Not right now. What matters is that we first get the hell out of here before those things swarm us! Still grabbing Mr. Green, Tepin rushed through the front door that Bobbi had opened for them, not even thinking twice about anything. Her first priority was to keep Mr. Green safe. She could take care of herself, she’s been through worse, and she had no doubts that Bobbi would be much more competent in keeping herself safe than Tepin ever could.

“I’m fine,” Tepin offered Bobbi a warm smile, a reassurance, when she asked, though her thoughts were still on Mr. Green, even though the shopkeeper seemed more relieved than anything. Perhaps he had thought he would have been trapped there for hours if not for them. That’s never a good place to find yourself in. Tepin would know. She knows a lot about being trapped in places you’d rather not find yourself trapped in. Both her and the jaguar within. “Don’t worry, Mr. Green,” Tepin reassured the kindly shopkeeper with a smile just for him. She gestured towards Bobbi who was on her phone, already taking command of the situation. “Her friends will help clean up your store.”  

Tepin couldn’t help but chuckle at Bobbi’s aggressive display of concern. To see someone like her, someone she admired for being so strong and enduring, doting on someone like her, a cursed child in every definition of the phrase, it warmed her heart like no other. Well, not recently at the very least. “I’m fine,” she turned to Mr. Green to check on him but he was quick to give them a thumbs up at least. “We’re both fine.” Tepin heaved a sigh of relief discreetly before turning her full attention on Bobbi. “Are you sure it’s fine? To make your crew clean up the whole thing, I mean?”

“All right, well,” Bobbi suddenly felt Tepin’s eyes on her, and with that, her cheeks burning hot. She had a reputation to keep, and playing the over caring mother in this scenario might taint the whole brave and formidable captain of the seas schtick she had going on. It was more than a schtick, though. It was a way of life handed to her but her captain and his captain and so on and so forth. To tarnish its weight would be tantamount to spitting on all of their graves, and she had already lost the Jade Wind to the disgusting specters of this town she helped found in absentia. She can’t afford to keep disappointing them, their legacy, once feared now domesticated. “My crew will be here shortly.” 

“It’ll be fine. They like this sort of thing.” No, they did not. They were boys. Cleaning wasn’t something they were inherently good at, save for the few that weren’t in her crew. She could even count in her fingers the men she had met that had cleaning in their blood, part of their instincts. I should probably just meet better men. Better men were less likely to be found in pirate ships, though her fishing crew were at least much cleaner themselves compared to her previous ones. It helped that the latter weren’t out in the seas for months on end. Bobbi scratched her head as she addressed the shopkeeper next, remembering that she had laid waste to his shop in her attempt to survive. “Sorry about your, uhh, shop, by the way. The plants were too rabid, so I had to…do things.”

Mr. Green accepted her apology, though it was more like sweeping things under the rug. What wasn’t said outright was a promise that the pair would not talk about the dangerous plants that were found in his shop and he wouldn’t talk about how they trashed his place, even though it was all for the common good. Bobbi was used to that by now, having lived in this strange town for centuries, only coming and going to sweep her own longevity under the rug. How many granddaughters of her own has she pretended to be? She had already lost track a few decades ago. 

Soon enough, her crew came and everything, including the rug, was made to look like nothing terrible happened at Petal Pushers just a few hours ago. Might be for the best. “So, I guess I’ll just put the whole “plants” thing on hold for now. I think I’ve had enough of them for a while,” Bobbi grimaced at Tepin without looking at her directly, her hands digging themselves deep in her pockets.

“All right then,” Tepin perked up, a huge smile on her face, to ease the tension. The balam was quick to sense that Bobbi didn’t want her more sensitive side exposed. It wasn’t unlike her working hard every chance she got to keep her own other, secret self hidden from the rest of the world. The only difference was, hers could kill a man. “If you say so, Bobbi. I believe you.” And she did. Every word of what her friend said. And she would continue to do so no matter what. Some may take that as her being naive but Tepin had faith, especially when it came to friends and family, people she trusted, held dear. The only one she never had faith in was herself, mostly because of the way the jaguar kept surfacing seemingly without her permission. “Some other time then.”

Tepin took a moment to look at Bobbi, to really see her at that moment in time. She wondered thusly if she was always like that, always in command, always in her “captain” mode. It must be very tiring, to be the one everyone looked up to, turn to in their hour of need. Tepin could only imagine. Without even thinking about it, she reached for her hands, attempting to take them out from the darkness of her pockets and into the light, holding them in her own. “I should’ve asked this earlier, but I was preoccupied with Mr. Green: Are YOU all right, Bobbi?”

There was a part of her that already knew what Bobbi would say, most likely the same thing as she and the shopkeeper said, but Tepin asked the question all the same. Sometimes, just being asked would be enough for most people. It was the thought, the attempt, that counted for the most part. Whatever happened next, she would try her best to be there for her friend, for the woman that helped save her and this town regardless of how many people knew. “Would you like to join me for some merienda?”

Being asked if she was all right, that wasn’t something Bobbi was used to. Well, her crew, mostly John, used to ask her the same, to make sure she was okay, when they first started, but over time? Her irritating insistence that she was always going to be okay, that there was never anything to worry about her, even if there was, that asking was pointless, caught up with them and rendered their legitimate concerns to quiet ones. Hard to keep asking someone the same question that always seemed to irritate them. “Me? Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”

The next question caught her off guard as well, though it was quickly replaced by a strange warm feeling inside of her. Was it just the exhaustion catching up with her? Bobbi might be fit enough to rain lightning on this entire town willy-nilly but restraining herself was more work than she cared to do, admit. It’s kind of like the whole smiling and frowning thing. Frowning apparently required more effort than smiling, at least that’s what John keeps telling her, and the same could be said for her restraining her abilities than just letting them out without a care in the world. Also one of those things could land her in jail, and not just the normal one. 

“Sure,” she replied with a smile, though it came slower than most. It would be a welcomed respite from all the work they’ve done today, their successful survival against the killer plants, Tepin’s unnecessary heroics to keep the old man who they definitely should sue safe, what came next after her boys arrived. Bobbi shook her head, hands finding their way on her hips. “As long as there won’t be vegetables. Going to take a pass at vegetarian stuff for a bit.”

After cleaning up their mess, they celebrated with a much-needed break from all the exhausting things this world had thrown at them. It wasn’t much of a break, but sometimes, it’s all that they had.

[naluriswrites]

As time goes by

Dream of the Endless x Female OC

Summary: Where Chaos is invited to a talk with Dream of the Endless. Somethings are deffinitely not the same.

Warnings: Really emotional Dream (once again), mentions of imprisonment, angst, canon divergent au, non-native English speaker.

Prompt words: minute, window, dust, vibrate, bitter, locket.

Word count: 1950

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The cool autumn wind ruffled his feathers as he looked for the right building. The flat, located near downtown Paris with a privileged view of the Eiffel Tower, was in a classic type of residential buildings of the city of lights. On the ground floor, a café was still open with customers sitting at tables on its esplanade. The access to the residential floors was given by an old golden arched door.

Perched on the narrow railing of the middle window of the fourth floor, he peered through the gaps in the shutter, waiting for her. He heard a “bonsoir” said by her voice, and soon she was turning on the lights of her living room. She hung her brown long coat on a coat-hanger by the door, the leather bag was placed on the counter that divided the living room from the kitchen and her pair low-cut boots on the shoe rack.

Her hair tied up in a ponytail was let loose, free at her back, glistening with the newly lit lights. The more he looked, the more she reminded him of those actresses from Hollywood’s golden age. He remembered Dream telling him that she was Chaos, an unstable and uncontrollable being, and that she would still being a guest of the King of Dreams, once Matthew had the courage to talk to her.

As she’s living the kitchen with a mug on her hands, she turned to the balcony, her eyes piercing the sunset light directly to the bird. Instead of just flying away like all the other times he had almost been caught by her in his spying, the raven remained on the metal guardrail of her balcony. She walked carefully, left the mug on the small centre table, and opened the French windows slowly; her eyes fixed on the dark bird in front of her. Mathew swallowed dryly, returning the gaze. Sometimes he forgot that he was just a raven.

She asked something in French, hoping to have an answer. Unfortunately, Matthew only knew how to speak English and with other birds.

“I'm afraid I'm only fluent in English,” she smiled, nodding with her head.

“Do you have a name?”

Holy shit.

Her voice. Her goddamn voice was something else when being heard up close and not muffled by walls or windows covered in dust.

Like herself, it was a living contradiction. At the same time, it was an almost heavenly sound, but had bits of a raspy tone, especially when speaking in French. It was sweet like honey, but dangerous. He felt like he could hear her for hours, but felt too intimidated to do so. As soon as he thought of a conversation between Morpheus and Chaos, his heart raced. It would be a competition to see who had the most persuasive tone, who could be more intrusive and caring, sarcastic and genuine, at the same time.

He cleared his throat as he saw that he had left her on hold, waiting for an answer.

“Matthew, milady,” she laughed softly, dwelling on the railing with her eyes facing the urban silhouette against the sunset sky. A silver locket hanging from her neck shone under the golden hour light; a small ruby gleamed in the centre of the rose engraved on the pendant.

“Is he here?”

“I can feel him in the back of my head. It’s weird,” the silence was only interrupted because of the city noise and some people screaming in French. “He wants to see you.”

She turned distant, even if she hadn’t move from the place where she was standing. Her pale green eyes gleamed with a golden light, definitely not because of the hour. Maybe a minute went by, Matthew was used to those eternal beings fighting against themselves and locking the rest of the universe away from them. Dream used to do a pretty similar thing, standing still for so long only to think and argue with himself in total silence.

Yet, Chaos was this immortal being that was so close to humanity that it was easy to forget she had centuries of life behind her. It was weirder to see her away, acting like her “goddess form” and not like a normal university student.

When she moved, the devious youthful gleam returned to her face, as if she had not been gone for a good three minutes — maybe less, to Matthew, it felt like hours. She fixed her posture, turning to the talking bird beside her.

“I’m going. Not today, but soon,” her voice turned raspier, more bitter than sweet.

“I'll let him know.”

She smiled, turning back to her flat. Matthew left before he could see the windows closing once again.

“My lord,” Lucienne’s voice spun around the throne room until reaching his ears. “She's here.”

The information took him off guard. He raised his head and nodded slightly, as a way of indicating to the librarian let her in, and to leave them to talk alone.

The doors opened; her steps echoed between the rhythmic columns delimiting the main hall of the imposing room. He stood up as he realised she was actually there, in flesh. Chaos doesn't have to ask you for permission, but she did... Maybe she was as uncertain of that meeting as he was.

A bitter reunion, the kind that leaves a bad taste in your mouth. Dream had the thought that it wouldn't take them long to talk, just long enough for the memories that had gone away, suddenly return. She was dressed similar to the last time he had seen her from afar, a black shirt with black jeans, and boots.

She stood a few feet away. The locket hung from her neck made him lose his track of thought. They hadn't seen each other for years, she was locked in her sleep for almost a hundred years, and yet she was using his gift. And yet, she was there.

“Hello, Chaos.”

His voice reverberated through the place, resounding like a thunder. In other times, he'd be at the top of the staircase that led up to his throne, imposing and proud. But he had changed. They had changed, whether it was something they wanted or not.

It simply happened, far from their control. He thought he was about to see Chaos being resented for the century of imprisonment and the hundred years of oblivion. Or maybe she would laugh with debauchery. But she didn't do any of both.

“Hello, Dream. Long-time no see.”

He couldn’t help the small smile that creeped on his lips.

“I owe you an apology.”

“Dream of the Endless is apologising? If I was asleep, I'd definitely believe this is a figment of my sleepy mind.”

He rolled his eyes, but couldn’t get angry about it, he didn’t have the right to feel anger at her ironic attitude towards him. And, after the black clothes she was wearing, sarcasm was a charming accessory used by the personification of chaos. He wouldn’t ever admit it, but Morpheus found it pleasing to see.

“You may know that I was imprisoned,” she nodded. “And I owe you apologies for what happened between us.”

She raised one of her eyebrows and crossed her arms, an ironic doubt shining through her elven face.

“Us? I thought there was never us.”

Her anguish took over him. The memories coming back all at once, painfully running across his mind. He saw shades of her real eye colour threatening to show up. There were a thousand storms spinning inside her eyes, a forest fire burning everything it touched. Destructive, violent.

He approached, not fearing the woman in front of him. Yes, she was powerful and, if she wanted to, would turn his life in a living hell — she had threatened to do that many centuries ago —, but Dream didn’t fear her. He wasn’t a human and had defeated much stronger beings before.

“Do you think so?" She tilted her head backwards, her gaze burning against his. Hot and cold, fire meets the cosmos. Even angry she had that mesmerizing look that no being would ever escape, like a black hole, dangerously hypnotic. Morpheus stopped, moving his eyes across her face to the locket around her neck. “You still have the locket I gave you, Chaos.”

That maybe broke some of her defences. She couldn’t be angry anymore, she knew that it wasn’t his fault she was locked away for almost a century, like he had.

“Why are you apologizing?”

A soft whisper sounded like she listened to his thoughts. The harshness of her natural tone was almost impossible to hear, the sweetness of her charming voice came back without any kind of warning, breath-taking. The blessing of Aphrodite really did something to her, beyond her godly beauty.

He rose his eyes back to her face. The pale green eyes vanished, now they were completely golden. He felt the tip of his fingers tingle; if he wanted to, he could raise his hand and touch her face, move his fingers across her cheeks like the dreamers used to do in their sleep. So close, and yet so far. A dream painfully away of his reach.

“I should’ve freed you sooner,” his voice went out as a whisper, like it was a secret to be kept. Like the columns around them had ears and at any time, they would turn against them, exposing everything to everyone. “And I deeply regret to have taken so long to do it.”

The silence fell into the emptiness between them. Time wasn't something that beings like them counted, but he felt the seconds piling onto minutes like dust piling in a dark and forgotten corner. Yet, it spoke more than a thousand words. She was taking in the apologies, reaching for his soul, trying to see if it was a genuine action. Dream wanted to say that it was, he had no other intention beyond having her forgiveness, but he would understand if she didn’t accept it. Apparently, Watchers and Endless really don’t get along.

“You don’t have to give me an answer now,” he said after what felt like an eternity. “I threw you into oblivion for too long. You deserve time to think.”

She nodded in a silent agreement; lowered her head and turned on her heel, walking over the long distance towards the door. He watched her go, not wanting to.

He always did it. He always pushed people away, always the good people. His mind was right, he was hard to love.

The doors didn't open, she suddenly stopped. He turned around, staring at the small figure if compared to the tall grey doors.

“Morpheus, if you think that, for one second, I felt... Happy about your imprisonment, I didn't,” she said. The strong tone vibrated around him, sent shivers down his spine mercilessly as he reflected about that information. He hadn't thought about it, maybe it was just her mind and the "hateful being" reputation that persued her making her prevent any trouble in the future. “No being should ever be imprisoned.”

And she knew it better than anyone else. She had been imprisoned twice by people she loved and trusted. No betrayal hurts more than those committed by people that were once your allies.

She didn’t wait for more words, she just opened the doors and left, to wherever she wanted to go. Still, it felt like she had never left, like she was still there with him. Dream could feel her chaotic presence lingering around him, not like a forest fire, but like a warm fireplace that invites you to stay and breathe.

And, gods, how he wanted to.

Goddamn.

I loved this, I love them! I really hope you did too! Maybe Dream got a bit way to emo, but anyways, I liked how it turned out.

My "quill writing" got a bit sharp in this one and I'm totally down for more of these.

I'll see you around!

:)