#to the other asks i haven’t answered yet I’m waiting to get my laptop back and for some im just not sure how to answer

[sualne]

Hi hi!!! Beyond obsessed with your CrocoDad AU and your most recent art with the longer hair Croc made me think about how first-time parents, or parents with young babies, will sometimes have to forgo hair cuts because they're just so dang busy. I wonder if Croc let his hair get long when caring for baby Luffy or if he was the type to just hack it off with kitchen scissors

hi! i originally drew him with longer hair for transgender yearning reasons and to differentiate him from canon croc but his hair growing longer because he’s raising the little menace makes a lot of sense!

Post transition he’s a lot more chill about his hair, he goes to the hairdresser every now and then, he’s the one who cuts luffy’s hair and eventually luffy starts cutting croc’s hair too.

Pre transition croc would sometimes nervously chop off his hair when he felt it was getting too long, i like to think he was plagued with the ‘I can’t stand having short hair but having long hair could get me misgendered/found out/dysphoric’ dilemma, so back then the ‘hack it off with kitchen scissors’ did happen a few times!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

All In 4

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power imbalance, low self esteem, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: you meet a mysterious man on a night out with your sister. (petite!reader)

based on the winning option for this poll

Characters: casino owner!Bucky Barnes

Note: It's Rebecca Black day

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As expected, your mother is waiting anxiously for your return. It’s not often you’re at the mercy of her disapproval but she has some choice words for both you and Roxie.

Why didn’t you call? You forgot to, everything was so chaotic. Why would you make me worry like that? You know how I am, it isn’t fair to not answer your phone. I was about to call the police. You’ve heard the same aimed at your sister dozens of times but it’s much different to be at the end of it. 

Once she’s done and you feel thoroughly guilty, you retreat to your room. That’s all you wanted. For the last day, all you wanted was to hide away. Yet, now that you’re safely behind familiar walls, you still feel unsettled. 

That’s enough excitement for a lifetime. How does Roxie think that is fun? It’s terrifying. 

You take out your laptop, your most prized possession, and sink back into your virtual cave. It’s safe there. The things you see on the internet are distant and often times fake. Fanfiction and streams and discussion boards. It’s all so menial and unimportant. It’s not finding a job and dragging your butt to work five days a week or disappointing your mother. 

Mm, well, you should check the job boards again. Something’s going to come up eventually. That’s what everyone says and those people have jobs. Even Roxie works, even if it is at a night club. It’s work and she brings home some impressive tips. When your mom asked her to get you a gig, she just laughed. 

You interviewed at Taco Bell a few weeks ago but you haven’t got a call. That’s probably not going to work out. Move on, try again and again and again. 

The computer doesn’t keep your focus as usual. Maybe it’s that you’re overtired or that your mom was so upset or everything that happened last night, but you just can’t rein it in. You close your laptop and lay flat on your bed. You close your eyes, exhaustion hot on your eyelids, but you can’t sleep. You’re no good at napping. What are you good at? 

You sigh and kick your feet. What are you going to do? You can’t spend another summer like this. You’re not like everyone else. You didn’t get into your school and you didn’t get some lofty job from your uncle’s company. As much as you can blame it on other’s luck, you have to acknowledge you’re own shortcoming. You procrastinate, you get nervous, and sometimes, you just avoid things altogether. 

You get up and grab your purse. The strap catches on your sweater and knocks it onto the floor. You search for your phone and pull it out. You bend to retrieve your cardigan and toss it with your purse back onto the dress. You look down as something flutters onto the carpet. 

You didn’t forget about the little note. It’s the weight that been on your shoulders. You take your phone and the paper and sit on the side of the bed. You can rip it up, crumple it and toss it in the bin, pretend nothing ever happened. You should. Just forget about the worst night of your life. 

You can’t. It’s not about your sister’s drunken display or your embarrassment. It’s about a job.  

You hang your head as your nose tingles. Your mom works her butt off and she’s so giving. You want to return the favour. Even if it’s small. Even if it’s just you paying for some of the groceries or a bill or giving her a few bucks. If you don’t try this time, you won’t be able to forget. You’ll always know that you are the reason you came up short. 

You unlock your phone and key in the number. You drop it and let the paper fall too as you stand. You pace around in circles until you’re dizzy. You hate making phone calls. The sound of your own voice is grating. Ugh.  

No, you have to do it. You can do this. It’s one phone call. What if that’s the job? What if you’re answering a phone? Get over yourself. Grow up! 

You pick up your phone and hit call. Your chest locks up. You can’t breathe. Oh god. If you can’t breathe you can’t speak. You hang up and squeak. Frig. No, don’t give up. 

You try again. This time, you force out an exhale and shakily hold the phone to your ear. There’s an answer after two rings. 

“Barnes,” a voice declares from the other end. 

“Erm, oh, Bucky? It’s... me,” you stutter out, giving your name as you realise he won’t recognise your voice. 

“Ah, hi, doll, give me a moment, one sec,” he says and you hear a scuffing on the other end and a muffled ‘excuse me’. His movement rustles and he clears his throat directly into the speaker, “there we are, doll, all yours. How are you?” 

“Uh, alright, I’m fine, er, oh... you?” You close your eyes, Just melt into a puddle and absorb into the carpet.  

“Doing great now, hearing from you,” he purrs, “I’m very happy you called.” 

“Mhm, well...” you put your hand to your neck. Your skin is burning. “I... was calling about the job. In the note.” 

“Of course, doll, so you’re interested?” 

Desperate, but you won’t tell him that. “Yes, please, I mean--” you cringe. You’re not ordering ice cream, “would... what would be... would there be an interview?” 

“Sure, doll,” he says. His tone is light and airy. Is he making fun of you or are you just self-conscious? Both, probably. “How about you come by the casino tomorrow at noon? Does that work for you?” 

“Yeah, uh, whenever,” you agree, “I can get a ride.” 

“Sounds like a plan. Can’t wait,” he coos. 

“Right, uh, okay, yeah, I’ll see you,” you babble dumbly. 

“Mm, yeah, see ya then, doll,” he intones. 

“Yep, er, bye.” 

“Bye--” 

You hang up in a half-panic. You did it. You made the call and you got an interview. You think. The conversation wasn’t what you expected but you think it went well.  

You blow out through your lips and grip your phone tight. Your heart hammers again. You march to the door and stop just before you can grip the knob. You’re excited but scared to tell your mom. 

You swing the door open and clammer through. You hear her in the kitchen doing dishes. It’s Roxie turn so of course your sister is sitting on the couch nursing another coffee. 

“Mom,” you slow and tap your phone against your leg as you stop by the counter, “I... I got an interview.” 

“An interview?” Her surprise is genuine, both in her expression and her voice as she looks at you. Her face blooms in a smile. “That’s wonderful. When?” 

“Tomorrow,” you utter. 

“Tomorrow?” She echoes. 

“At noon.” 

“Noon, okay, I can come home from work and drive you, but you’ll have to get a cab home. I should have enough for the fare.” 

“Ah, yeah, okay,” you clutch your phone in front of you and sway, “thanks.” 

“No problem,” she chimes, “where is it?” 

“What?” 

“The interview.” 

“Oh, at the casino.” 

“The casino?” She turns back to the sink and stares into the water as she scrubs, “hm, interesting. What will you be doing?” 

“Hm, I... don’t know yet. Maybe a cleaner.” 

“Oh, that’s not bad at all,” she says, “think I have a shirt you can wear. Maybe I could hem a pair of my pants for you tonight.” 

“Mom, you don’t have to--” 

“You should look nice,” she undercuts, “it’s not a big deal. Besides, it would be really good if you got a job.” 

You nod. You can hear the thinness in her voice. She tries to hide it but you know it’s not easy around here. You saw the red notice in the mail box and heard her on the phone with the landlord. The bough is close to breaking. 

“Thanks, I’ll... I’ll do my best.” 

“I know you will,” she trills. 

You smile and go back to your room. You shut the door and shudder. Great, now you’ve hurdled over the phone call, you can dread what comes next. Not just venturing out into the general public but going to an interview. It’s one thing after another. It feels like a lot after so long of nothing. 

🃏

Your mom lets you out in Lot 4. It’s far from the main entrance but she’s in a hurry to get back to work. You won’t keep her. You can walk a bit. 

The sun has you sweating along with the polyester trousers. The belt is pinned and the legs have been hastily hemmed. The blouse doesn’t breathe either but you managed to iron the wrinkle out of the sleeve. 

You come to the front doors and steel yourself. Your mascara sticks as you feel the perspiration around your eyes. Oof. You did your best to follow the tutorial with your sister's borrowed makeup but you skipped the eye liner; it only ever turns out smudgy. 

You enter and the air conditioning cools the heat in your cheeks and chest. The woman behind the counter greets you with a smile and a ‘how are you’ before asking if you’re checking in. You’re almost speechless at the sight of her. She’s so pretty and she can do the contour the way those girls on Youtube do. You wouldn’t be good for that job; not gorgeous like her. 

“Um, yeah, actually, I’m here for an interview,” you say. 

“An interview?” She tilts her head, “I didn’t see anything...” she clicks around with the slim mouse on the desk, “who were you interviewing with?” 

“Bucky, uh, Mr. Barnes,” you say. “Well, I spoke with him. Maybe I’m supposed to talk to someone else?” 

She says your name and glances from the screen to you. You nod, “yeah?” 

“Right, okay, I see,” she keeps her shining smile, “Mr. Barnes has a car waiting for you.” 

“A car?” Your brows pop up. “Alright.” 

“If you just want to head back out, it should be waiting there. You’ll see Merv, he has white hair.” 

“Okay, thanks,” you reply then gulp as you turn around. 

You turn slowly and go back to the doors. What is going on? He said to meet him here but he isn’t here? He would be a busy man. You just hope you don’t blow it. 

You pull the doors open and come down the shallow steps. A man with white hair stands by a dark car. One more mountain to climb. 

“Uh, hello, are you... Merv?” 

“That’s me, miss,” he stands straight, “you must be the lady.” 

“I... guess.” 

“Come on then,” he turns and opens the door, “Mr. Barnes doesn’t like to wait.” 

“Okay, sorry,” you step off the curb and climb into the car.  

The door shuts and you buckle up. At least the interior is cool. You snap the belt into place as Merv gets in the front. He rests a hand on the wheel and points with the other. 

“You want this up or down?” He points to the barrier between the front and back. 

“Oh, I don’t... whatever you like,” you shrug. 

He chuckles, “miss, you’re a lot sweeter than the other ones.” 

Other ones? Of course there would be other candidates. You wonder if this is a test. If maybe Merv is going to tell Bucky that you’re too quiet. 

“Do you like Springsteen?” He asks as he slowly pulls out. 

“Don’t mind him,” you answer. Honestly, you don’t really know any of his music.  

Merv flips on the stereo, “I like you even more.” 

[teecupangel]

sooo Desmond is an Irish name, so fae Desmond?? 👀 haven’t been able to get to my laptop to search your blog if you've already done this idea, but I thought I’d throw it out there anyway!

am a big fan of Weird fae, like when you look at them you think they should be human but something about them is so obviously not. uncanny valley with a side of fight-flight-or-freeze instincts kicking in just from being around them.

is this something something that comes from his parents? is it all Isu bullshit? is it something he changes into or is he born with it?? on that vein, what if he was a changeling child? lots of ways of incorporating the Isu and the calculations into that for sure

(am one of the anons who keeps coming back for renaissance baker Desmond, so thank you very much for answering those asks, and also for just being a rad individual in general. am still catching up on Eagle of Alamut, I think I’m around chapter 30, and absolutely LOVE what you've already done with it and where you’re taking it. my sib assures me Altaïr makes his appearance soon, and I'm GREATLY looking forward to it.

thanks again, I hope you're well 🧡) —bread anon

(Thank you! I try my best hahahaha. I am so sorry for being slow on asks and replies TTATT

I hope you’re enjoying the rest of Eagle of Alamut… especially Altaïr’s appearance hehehe)

Desmond Miles always knew he was different.

The other kids call him ‘ugly’ and they don’t like to play with him.

He had cried in his mother’s arms and told her what happened and she just… she looked somber.

She patted his head and held him close, comforted him with soft words and a warm hug.

Never once did she say anything about his face.

He was a little bit older when he realized why they think he was ugly.

There were no mirrors in their home.

Or even in the training building he spent most of his childhood in.

But there was a hand mirror in the infirmary.

Desmond never had a reason to go there. What he lacked in brute strength, he made up by being faster than anyone on the Farm.

He had went to the infirmary to take the first aid kit. One of the other kids had a painful gash on his arm. It wasn’t life-threatening but it needed to be cleaned and disinfected.

Desmond had been ordered to get the first aid.

He supposed it was because he had been the reason the boy had hurt himself, trying to run away from him like he was being chased by demons during a ‘game’ of tag.

They always run like they were scared for their lives when Desmond was ‘it’.

The doctor wasn’t inside so Desmond went towards the cupboard that would have the small boxes of first aids stacked on the bottom shelf.

He stopped when he noticed the hand mirror.

And saw his reflection for the first time.

Desmond Miles was not ugly.

But there was something in his features that made him seemed… strange.

It wasn’t anything that can be physically described about his facial structure.

He looked human but there was something in the human brain that just made it scream ‘danger’.

Desmond couldn’t explain it.

But he could see it.

He didn’t bring the first aid back to training.

He went home.

His mother was cooking something.

“What am I, mama?”

She didn’t seemed surprised by the question. She looked resigned.

She looked like she had been waiting for the day he would ask the very same question.

She led him to the dining room, letting whatever was on the stove continue to simmer in low heat.

“You’re my son, my dear little fairy.”

She didn’t held the same unnatural feel as he felt when he looked at his reflection.

But it didn’t sound like a lie.

Her hands trembled as she caressed his cheeks.

Her smile was genuine as she whispered, “You will always be my baby.”

But he could hear it.

The fear in the voice.

Whatever he was…

He was affecting her too.

Yet she didn’t try to run.

So he hugged her, pressing his face against her stomach.

Her trembling stopped and she held him like she was afraid he was going to disappear from her grasps.

She didn’t fear him if she didn’t see his face.

Whatever he was…

It was the face that scared all of them.

.

Once upon a time, a young woman married a young man by the orders of her father. The man loved her but she did not. No matter what she did, she could not. She tried to be the best wife she could be.

She did not love him but she bore him a son. A weak little thing, more fragile than glass and smaller than any other child in their little commune.

She loved her child more than anything in the world.

But the world did not.

The child died during one cold winter night while her husband had been away.

In her grief, she took the cold body of her dead child and ran towards the forest, as silent as she was taught by her own father.

She came across a circle of mushrooms.

And heard the whispers of the fairy queen when she stood in the circle of it.

The fairy queen will save her child.

But he will become one of them.

“Yes! I agree! Please, save him!” The mother begged on her knees.

The fairy queen did not do it out of the goodness of her heart.

She was one of three rulers of their little fairy kingdom, long destroyed by the wrath of the sun.

She was nothing more than a ghost, traveling to the far future.

The mother gave the corpse to the ghost.

And the ghost gave it new life.

The mother thanked her as she held the warm body of her son.

And the ghost disappeared.

The mushroom circle melted like metal.

And mother and child returned to their home.

.

Centuries ago, Minerva saw a future which the Assassins and Templars waste years fighting each other instead of finding a way to save the world.

She saw a future where Desmond Miles would die to save the world in their stead.

So she made a different choice.

There was no one to stop her.

Tinia had long given up, waiting for the end as he drinks and drinks and drinks.

Juno remains imprisoned in the Grand Temple.

She was the only one left.

She changed the trajectory of the Calculations to one where Desmond Miles died as a weak human baby.

She created a device and had it transported to where his mother would walk into in her grief, her mind weakened to the point of thinking of falling off the cliff nearby with her dead son in her arms.

It was a device she had created using Consus’ research.

Consus’ research cannot bring back the dead.

But with Minerva’s modification…

It could clone the dead.

But she didn’t clone the weak human baby that would die centuries from now.

She created a child made of Desmond Miles’ DNA from that tragic future.

And added her own DNA to reinforce his body and mind.

A new future the Calculations could not predict.

A new future where Desmond Miles is both human and not.

Minerva did not know if this would be a better future.

Still…

She does not regret it.

At the very least, before she died…

She was able to save someone.

[gatoru]

la santa || hawks x reader

summary: hawks has complicated feelings when it comes to you. the fact you're just like him, and nothing like him at all, doesn't seem to help. (cw: afab!reader, reader has wings, small age gap, reader is in college, hawks in his late 20s, smut, 18+. p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, wing play, squirting, hawks calls reader kid like twice.)

wc: 2K

tags: @jctaro @kicamiju

a/n: i had latina reader in mind when writing this. hawks loves us sorry i don't make the rules.

Keigo knows the way to your apartment like the back of his hand. 

For some unknown reason, you always end up finding each other – or, he finds himself knocking on your window far too often.

It’s raining outside. Not the soft kind of pouring, the one that collides gently against your windows. No, this feels like a storm – as if it’s a warning, as if God himself is mad at you. The power might run out at any moment, so you prepare yourself by placing a few candles throughout your apartment. It paints your tiny home in an orange light, contrasting with the current chill weather.  

Walking towards the kitchen, you come across a pair of crimson wings outside your balcony. Instantly, you open the glass doors – as if it’s rehearsed, like you’ve done many times before. 

See, you and Hawks have this routine, this dance that only you know the rhythm of. You can’t exactly recall when it started  – it’s funny how you can’t remember what your life used to look like before a certain winged hero accidentally came crashing through one of your windows during a fight. 

This time, there’s a bruise on his left eyebrow, although it doesn’t look fresh. He’s not looking for your help, that much you figure. 

Hawks silently thanks you for not making a comment about how his wings will get your floor wet, or how they might ruin your sofa’s cushion. Your home feels like his sanctuary – perhaps that’s why he always ends up here. 

You notice his hair looks shorter now, with a few strands falling just above his piercing hazel eyes. He’s changed since the last time you saw each other, and you fail to ignore the ache in your heart – it’s been, what, a couple of months?

“You could always use the door, you know?” You suggest, breaking the silence. He notices your hair is wet too, you might have just come out of the shower.

He smirks, lips curling upwards. He eyes you for a moment, watching your wings glow under the warm orange light that illuminates your apartment. 

Truth be told, your wings were the first thing Hawks noticed about you. Yours are so different from his: soft, delicate – the glowy bluish green makes it look like you’re some sort of faire. Later, he’d learn about your quirk, some sort of butterfly mutation. He notices how you cut holes in the oversized shirt you’re wearing, so your wings could comfortably go through them. 

“Now, that wouldn’t be as fun, would it?” His dry laugh holds no humor at all. 

You simply smile in return, the need to know why he’s standing in your living room dying behind your teeth. His eyes haven’t left your form since he entered your space. 

“Are you hurt?” You ask instead, hopefully subtly enough. 

He thinks for a moment, considering where he wants this night to go. It doesn’t matter, however, it always ends up in the same way. 

“Nah.” He answers, surprisingly telling the truth. 

Despite the kind words and gestures, the both of you have a dynamic that seems like a sword fight. Blades out, quietly waiting for the other to make the first attack. The violence never seems to come, however. 

“I’m on sabbatical.” He confesses, avoiding eye contact. Instead, he looks at your coffee table, with textbooks splattered on top of it – your laptop is closed, but you haven't turned it off yet. Perhaps he interrupted your study session. “Forced sabbatical.”

“Ah” 

“Yeah.” He continues, wings trembling a bit – probably from the cold water drops. “Still trying to figure out what to do with my free time.”

You let out a chuckle. It’s almost comical, really, this game of cat and mouse. 

“And you end up here?” You ask, not expecting an answer. “Hawks, I’m honored you’re looking for entertainment and found me, but it’s a weeknight. I have class tomorrow.”

You move towards the balcony’s glass door, and he notices how your bare legs look in the moonlight. A strong arm finds its way wrapped around your stomach, pulling your wings flush against his toned chest.

“I know.” He whispers, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. It sends a shiver down your spine, which makes Hawks smile to himself, at the effect he has on you. “Are you willing to skip class and let me spend the night here?”

You don’t answer, but it’s not like you have to. As soon as you turn around, your lips collide against his. 

-

The power has run out, but it doesn’t stop the winged number two hero from bending you over the couch. 

He’s already left a handful of love bites against your chest and stomach, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses towards your pantyline. His sharp pearly whites graze against your soft skin, gently. It makes you gasp in anticipation, panties getting wetter by the minute. 

Hawks knows your body – knows it better than he knows himself, which might not be saying much. Strong, calloused hands remove the delicate material of your underwear, freeing your body, finally. He discards it near where your shirt lays on the ground. 

The fact you’re completely bare and at his mercy doesn’t go unnoticed. He’s still dressed, fully covered. His fingers explore the tip of your wings, which makes you moan – they’re sensitive, and he knows it too well. Perhaps that’s what makes this weird dynamic work so well: he understands you deeply, because you’re equals. 

You’re the same thing, in different shapes. 

“Y’like it when I play with your wings, huh?” He whispers, voice husky and dripping with lust. You simply moan, hips grinding against his crotch. A whine escapes your lips when his digits find their way towards the base of your wings. “I know baby, I know.”

It’s blissful, all of it. The lust dripping from his voice, his hazy eyes and needy touch. It feels like you’re the only people in the world right now: the city lights aren’t shining anymore, the storm is numbing and the bubble of warmth you’ve created for yourselves only grows bigger.

His lips don’t leave yours, his kiss is all teeth and tongue, all bite and no bark. Your hands grip on his honeyed locks, hard enough to earn a reaction from him – “ah, fuck” – but not hard enough to hurt him. 

He shifts, taking his shirt off. Your fingernails scratch his chest, leaving red marks on his soft skin. There’s a new scar near his collarbone, but you don’t ask – can’t bring yourself to do it. The light hair against his skin makes him look more real, more human than ever. 

Truth be told, Hawks is scared he might look so average you’ll end up losing interest in him. It still hasn’t happened, though. 

“Keigo…” You mewled against his lips, as his hips rut against yours. The friction of his soft sweatpants against your bare cunt makes you only want him more. The sound of his name sends a shiver down his wings. “Stop teasing.”

He laughs. An open mouthed, heartful laugh.

“Teasing? Sweetheart, I’ve barely even started.”

His fingers slowly – awfully slowly – explore your pussy, gently stroking your needy clit. Your hips move against his hand as if you’re some kind of bitch in heat. Well, perhaps you’re becoming one. 

Your hands move to his wings, fingertips traveling through red feathers. He chokes, letting out a strangled sound – it doesn’t distract him from fingering your pussy, though. Hawks’ fingers are rapid, experienced – he’s well aware boys your age wouldn’t dream of pleasuring you like this. 

He’s well aware he’s ruined other people for you. 

“Fuck, kid, straight for the wings huh?” 

The ridiculous nickname feels funny on his tongue, heavy with the need to call you something more than that. He wants to call you baby, his lover, his bitch–

“Two can play this game.” You tease, kissing his neck. You leave a mark, one that can be easily hidden but still a reminder of your sinful acts with him. 

At this point, you’re not quite sure where his body starts and yours ends. It’s too intimate, too passionate – it almost suffocates you. It feels like you’re drowning in him, losing yourself in his presence. It’s intoxicating, and you need more. 

Your hands slowly push his sweatpants down, along with his underwear, and he gets the message. Hawks frees his cock, letting it slap against his toned stomach. The tip is an angry red color, and his balls look heavy. 

Unconsciously, you wet your lips, salivating at the sight. You sit up, but he pushes you down, pinning you against the couch. 

“Not today, ‘kay?” He asks, and he smiles at the pout forming on your lips. “Just wanna feel your cunt, sweetheart.”

His tip bullies its way through your velvety walls, and you both sigh in relief. Despite his size and girth, the stretch doesn’t feel uncomfortable at all. Hawks, while playing and edging your pussy, got you ready to take him.

He hooks one of your legs on his shoulder, and your ankle brushes against his wings. The crimson feathers look bigger now, more intimidating. they almost reach the ceiling, creating a perfect barrier between you and the world. 

Hawks inches into you fully, balls softly slapping against your ass. You whine as he sets a steady pace, eyes rolling into your skull at the pleasure. His body almost goes numb from the feeling of your tight, warm walls gripping on him like your life depended on it. It almost sends him into sensory overload. 

“Who d’you belong to?” He asks, hips snapping against yours. His fingers are pressing harshly against your hips, dipping into the flesh. Hawks’ pupils look sharper and bigger, making his eyes look even more predatory. 

“You, fuck, y-you Keigo.” You breathe, soft doe eyes looking up at him like he’s the only thing you know. “Belong t’you.”

Despite the pretty tone in your voice, he doesn’t believe you for a second. He wants that to be a reality so bad, but he can’t bring himself to do it. There’s no way in hell an angel like you could belong to someone like him. 

You feel so full, so relaxed. There’s something unique about his touch, something so good about the way you become one. His cock reaches all the right places, the ones you can’t quite reach with your finger – or toys. 

Hawks’ body is warm, feverish. His palm finds your neck, slightly gripping it. He sighs, feeling your heartbeat on his fingertips, feeling your breath become slower. Your head feels dizzy, as you get lost in the warm haze of his touch. 

“M-more” You manage to mumble, rolling your hips against his, meeting his thrusts halfway. “Please.”

He continues moving against you, only this time it’s harder – faster, sloppier. Hawks brushes his lips against yours, eyes boring into yours. You hook your legs around his tiny waist, bringing him closer. 

“F-fuck, Jesus fucking Christ.” You’re both babbling nonsense, begging for each other's touch. “You still on birth control?”

You nod, unable to form a full sentence – or a simple yes. 

The Earth stutters on its axis as you cum, lightning traveling through your every vein, setting your nerves on fire. Your cunt grips harder on his cock, releasing your juices against his body.

“Ah, Keigo, please. Cum in me, cum f’me.” Your pleas feel like heaven on his ears, making Hawks shut his eyes and let himself release in you.

Everything becomes white noise as Hawks paints your insides white, strips of cum mixing with your juices. It’s messy, and so intimate. He lets his breathing come back to normal before leaving you empty, with a dirty slurp noise. 

Your eyes are closer, hair gluing against your sweaty forehead. He thinks you look like a painting, and he hopes he never forgets such an image. 

“Did so good f’me.” He mumbles, placing kisses on your cheek. You grin, hands cupping his cheeks. “Missed ya when I was away.”

“Did you now?”

“Yeah. ‘M not just saying that either.”

You smile, looking up at him with fucked out eyes.

“Good. Missed you too.”

He starts to get up, in order to clean the mess you made and take you to your bedroom. You stop him, delicate hands pulling on his strong arms. 

“Let’s stay like this for a while, please?”

Hawks considers for a few seconds, realizing there’s nothing on earth he could deny you.

“Sure, kid.”

[luna-writes-stuff]

Day 25: Cowboy Like Me, Dean Winchester

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Fanfic, fem! reader

Fluff, slight angst, fight/make up

Word count: 3759

Tw: couples argument, mention of marriage/proposals, some swearwords, Dean isn’t good with words. Arguments, use of Y/N (I’m sorry). No beta we die like men.

Summary: After years of knowing Dean, he still will not allow you to go on your own hunts. So when you take Jack with you to track down a vamp’s nest without informing you, he tracks you down, finding you along the road. You leave him there as you and Jack take his car. When he finally returns to the bunker, Sam encourages him to talk with you. Maybe he needs to see things from your perspective.

“And the tennis court was covered up

With some tent-like thing

And you asked me to dance

But I said, "Dancing is a dangerous game"”

“The claw marks suggest werewolf, but they don’t leave scars this clean.” His voice kept droning through the air. Nothing was heard in return. No hum or other vocal response in return.

“Dean?”

At that, his head shot up, a confused groan escaping his throat. Sam rolled his eyes in response, closing the laptop in front of him. The bunker had been too quiet for any of their likings, and Sam figured the best way to get rid of it, was to find a hint. But Dean remained uncooperative.

“Sorry, what?”

“Do you even want to do this hunt?”

The brother in question furrowed his eyebrows at his statement, humming lowly. “Hunt?”

“Yes,” Sam mumbled. “The one I told you about two minutes ago. The one in Massachusetts?”

When he kept his mouth shut, Sam sighed deeply, running his hand over his face before leaning over the closed laptop. “Why don’t you just call her? I’m sure if you apologise, she’ll come right back.”

“Think I haven’t tried, Sammy?” He retorted, dropping his phone on the table. “I’ve called ten times in the last two hours. She’s not picking up.”

“Oh, I thought

This is gonna be one of those things

Now I know

I'm never gonna love again.”

“Where’s Jack?” Castiel spoke up, walking into the library, his eyes scanning the tiny crowd for the nephilim. Dean scoffed at him, pocketing his phone again.

“With Y/N,” Sam answered. “They’re on a road trip.”

“To where?”

“Destination unknown.” The older Winchester grumbled, grabbing the laptop from under Sam’s arms.

“Y/N went to hunt down a vampire nest with Jack, Dean found out, picked her up, words were exchanged, then she left him on the side of the road.” Sam filled in, causing Castiel to raise his eyebrows in surprise.

“How did-“ “She took Baby!” Dean interrupted.

“How did you get home?” The angel wondered aloud, ignoring Dean’s statement.

“Bus,” Sam stated simply. “So now, Dean is stuck without a car, and without his girlfriend, and he gets pouty. So, we’re trying to find something to take his mind off.”

“I've got some tricks up my sleeve

Takes one to know one

You're a cowboy like me.”

“I see,” Castiel nodded, seemingly pondering his words. “Have you tried to propose yet?”

Coughing loudly, the youngest Winchester shot up, staring at his brother with wide eyes. “What?”

“What?” Dean returned, equally confused, only he was staring at his best friend.

“Jack and I watched movies where conflicts are often resolved by expressing their true emotions, which could lead to sudden proposals.”

When both Winchester remained silent at the angel’s insinuation, he kept on talking. “The ring in your pocket,” he explained, not catching Dean’s slight desperation. “Mary told me she gave it to you for Y/N. Usually, that’s done for marital proposals, correct?”

“You’re going to propose?” Sam gawked, his hands held out in front of him in amazement.

“Wow wow wow,” Dean tried to shush, turning to his brother. “It’s just in case.”

“In case what? What happened to ‘marriage is for idiots, I’m Dean Winchester and all I do is drink and hunt. I’m in love with my car.’?” His voice got lower as he mocked him, but his eyes remained stunned all the same.

“Never wanted love

Just a fancy car

Now I'm waiting by the phone

Like I'm sitting in an airport bar.”

“Hey!” Dean protested, before looking at his friend with an accusing look, pointing a finger at him. “And how do you know about the ring?”

Tilting his head to the side, the angel squinted his eyes, as if Dean had just asked the stupidest question yet. “You dropped it three times when we were chasing that ghoul two months ago.”

“You’ve known for two months and you just mention it now?” Sam sputtered, his words directed towards Castiel. Then, he returned to his brother with equal surprise. “You’ve had the ring for two months and you haven’t asked her?”

“I’ve had the ring for longer than two months.” He objected, only to groan as Sam’s eyes grew even wider.

“I figured you’d be engaged by now.” Castiel voiced.

“You want to marry her, but you get pissed when she goes on a solo hunt?”

“No!” Dean argued. “I’m just mad she took Jack. He’s not ready.”

“That’s a lie.”

“No, it’s not!”

“It is. You look at the wall when you lie.” Sam assured, looking at the floor to avoid eye contact.

“You had some tricks up your sleeve

Takes one to know one

You're a cowboy like me.”

Silence fell upon the three of them. Dean cursed silently, wishing for his mother to get back from her hunt to de-escalate the situation. But she wasn’t here. And she wouldn’t be for a while.

“You know what? I’ll look for your stupid little son,”

“He is not my son.” Castiel tried to shoot back, but Dean dismissed it.

“And I’ll talk with my girlfriend. But not because you said I should. Because I want to get away from you two. As quick as possible.”

“Dean,” Sam tried, but his brother already ascended the stairs, waving behind his back.

“Bye.”

“Perched in the dark

Telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear

Like it could be love.”

While the Winchesters were still arguing at the bunker, you and Jack had already checked into a hotel hours from Kansas. You were mindlessly scrolling through the tv channels as Jack gleefully jumped up and down on the bed.

“Why do Sam and Dean never stay in places like this?” He chuckled, continuing his jumping spree.

“Because they’re boring,” you answered, not looking at him, but nodding his head so he knew you were still talking to him.

“This is fun!”

You let out a little huff of enjoyment, shaking your head at Jack’s amusement, leaning back a little to let your back rest against the pillows. “Yes, it is, kid.”

“I could be the way forward

Only if they pay for it

You're a bandit like me.”

His laughter continued to echo off the walls, his eyes trained on the windows as he looked down. Though the sound would usually bring you joy as well, all you wanted now was to be left alone. But Jack was still without his grace, and you could not leave him unsupervised. Maybe you should have left him with Dean at the side of the road, but this wasn’t Jack’s fault. It wasn’t fair of you to blame it on him.

But the happy laughter had begun to annoy you. You wanted to shout at him. To tell him to shut up and go to sleep. But you couldn’t do that. Jack didn’t know what was going on.

Well, he knew you had a fight with Dean. He was there. But after you calmly told him you were fine during the car ride, the nephilim seemed to drop the subject.

That was something you had been grateful for. Someone who knew when to shut up. Sam didn’t, Castiel had issues with it from time to time, but Dean was the worst. Sure, you loved him most, but he could be such an asshole occasionally. Maybe Jack’s presence was the best one you could wish for at the moment.

“Eyes full of stars

Hustling for the good life

Never thought I'd meet you here.”

“Hey, Jack,” you spoke up, finally turning your head so you could meet his bouncing figure.

His bouncing halted almost instantly as his eyes locked with yours, a smile still displayed on his features.

“Why don’t I show you why this is so much better than motels?

That seemed to catch his attention immediately, because he leapt off the couch, almost running towards you. You took a step back as a precaution, but the boy seemed to halt at the exact right time.

Walking towards the bathroom, you showed him the tub, gesturing towards silver knobs at the sides of it.

“These create bubbles in the water. They tickle.”

Jack’s face lit up at that, his hand reaching out to touch the little knobs.

“You turn them on with this switch,” you explained as you gestured towards the button underneath the faucet. “But only once the tub is full.”

With that, you left the boy alone, closing the bathroom door behind you as you fell down on top of your bed. And finally, after that long night, there was silence.

“It could be love

We could be the way forward

And I know I'll pay for it

You're a cowboy like me.”

You changed into pyjamas shortly after that, ordering snacks through room service afterwards. As you settled into your bed, you finally gave into the urge to grab your phone.

As your hand reached the object, its screen lit up, showing you 12 missed calls from Dean, 4 from Cas, and 3 from Sam. You sighed heavily as you put it down on your night stand, the screen facing the wood so you wouldn’t notice it lighting up again.

Now, in all truth, it was sweet of Dean to look after you as often as he did, but his precautions tended to become too extreme. Would you want to go on a hunt, Dean would have to come with. Seeing as he was usually out with his brother, it resulted into Castiel pairing up with you remarkably often. So often, that even you needed a break from the angel.

The goal was to stay in the bunker for a couple of days, catch up on some series, do some serious cleaning in the library, stock the fridge with something else than just beers. But when Jack ran to you about a new hunt with a supposed vampire nest, you couldn’t just shake it off because you wanted some rest. So that’s where that led you.

Inevitably, Dean found out. You had hoped he would stay on his hunt for a couple more days, giving you enough time to drive back and forth. But within two days, you met him on a forest path in the middle of nowhere. And that’s where you had left him.

“Perched in the dark

Telling all the rich folks anything they wanna hear

Like it could be love.”

Sighing deeply, you snuggled under the blankets even more, the sound of water being turned on from the bathroom bringing somewhat more of a relaxing ambiance.

For a short moment, it had seemed as if every worry in your mind seemed to fade away. The urge to call back Dean just to point him on his flaws became less and less with the second. And that was the exact moment, you heard a knock on your hotel door.

Room service.

Groaning internally, you pushed the blankets off, standing up lazily. As you walked towards the door, you found yourself internally cursing the hotel for lack of peepholes. If you had missed someone from the vampire nest and they’d have followed you, you wouldn’t know until you opened that door.

Regardless of that thought, you got the door off the lock, desperate for those snacks you ordered. However, as quick as you swung the door open, you closed it immediately after.

“I could be the way forward

Only if they pay for it

You're a bandit like me.”

“Sweetheart,” Dean tried from the other side of the door, his hand on the knob as he tried to turn it. But it appeared you had locked it again. “Come on.”

A couple passed him in the halls, one shooting him a questioning look, while the other held a face of remorse. Dean chuckled uncomfortably, pointing his thumb towards your door. “Girlfriend.”

The pair continued walking in silence, leaving Dean with his futile attempts to get your door to open. Just as he was about to step back, it opened, a familiar keychain hitting his chest. Before he could even look down at it, the door closed again.

“Seriously?” He asked, picking up the keychain, stuffing it into his jacket pockets.

“What part of ‘leave me alone’ do you not understand?” You returned, the walls thin enough to carry your voice.

“I was just trying to keep you safe.”

“Which I wouldn’t have bothered with hadn’t it been every single time I try to do something on my own.” You argued, throwing your hands up in frustration, even though Dean couldn’t see it.

“You make me feel like a goddamn child, Dean.”

“Eyes full of stars

Hustling for the good life

Never thought I'd meet you here.”

“Sweetheart,” He tried to soothe, his shoulders dropping slightly. “I didn’t want to drag you into this life.”

“I know,” You didn’t want to show sympathy to him. He’s pissed you off one too many times now; this wouldn’t be the first and wouldn’t be the last time. “You begged me to stay home.”

Silence struck the two of you, and for a short moment, you thought he had left. But then he spoke up again.

“Can we have this conversation in person? Not with a door between us.”

Again, silence. You could open the door, but that would give Dean what he wants. And you were not in the mood to play nice now. And so, you nudged it open, just slightly. Enough to peak your head through, your face still set in stone.

“You’re still angry?” He winced.

“What gave you the impression I wasn’t?”

Sighing deeply, he ran a hand over his face, looking at you somewhere between sorrow and annoyance. “Because I don’t want anything to happen to you?”

“Because I can’t go on my own hunts,” you started to name, the list you had held in your head for months now finally spilling free. “Because I need Cas on my ass every two seconds I’m alone. Because I can’t go for a quick milk run. Because I can’t even visit my family without someone in the passenger seat. It’s driving me insane, Dean!”

The way his face fell suddenly had you rethinking your words. Had you been waiting weeks to say this to him? Yes. Did you expect him to yell back at you? Yes. You were even prepared for it. But he didn’t yell. He simply stood there, almost slumped over. And though you told yourself not to feel sorry for uttering your annoyances, you had begun to wish you were at least gentle with explaining it to him.

“It could be love

We could be the way forward

And I know I'll pay for it.”

“I’m sorry,” you sighed. “Hell, I don’t mean to say I’m sorry, it’s just-“

You stopped your sentences as you stared at the floor, almost intimidated by Dean’s piercing eyes.

“It makes me feel so useless. Don’t get me wrong, Cas is great company, but I’d like to take my own wins home one day.”

“If this is about you wanting to prove yourself, you don’t need t-“

“No, damnit, Dean!” You interrupted, your remorse turning into anger within the blink of an eye. “I am an adult woman! I had my own home, my own job, my own pets, my own car and everything before some werewolf got a taste for my neighbours! This isn’t about wanting to prove myself, this is about me living my own life!”

And just like that, all worries and little cold came spilling out. Your eyes were no longer on Dean, knowing you’d feel sorry the second they met his.

“I don’t need some man keeping constant tabs on my life, I’m perfectly capable of doing that myself. I chose you because I liked you, not because I needed someone to look after me!”

“And the skeletons in both our closets

Plotted hard to mess this up

And the old men that I've swindled

Really did believe I was the one.”

“Liked?” He repeated, all other words leaving his mind.

You inhaled sharply at his response, lifting your head up briefly to stare at the ceiling, before finally landing back on Dean. “I still do.” You reassured. “It’s just, whenever I’m getting a call from you, I’m anticipating that ‘where are you’ instead of ‘what time will you be home’.”

“I don’t want to yell at you, Dean. But it gets me to here.” Your hand raised to the top of your head, emphasising your point.

Again, he didn’t respond. Not vocally. Instead, his hand reached to yours, dropping it again. The simple touch was welcomed by you, as much as you didn’t want it to. It was familiar, almost soothing. You cursed him silently for it.

“I’m sorry,” He finally answered. He opened his mouth to speak again, but he closed it before anything could come out. Instead, he lowered his eyes slightly, pulling his hand back.

“And the ladies lunching have their stories about

When you passed through town

But that was all before I locked it down.”

Dean was not one to usually back down from a fight, let alone remain silent throughout the ordeal. You knew something was wrong; you didn’t even have to ask him.

“Why are you here?” You sighed. No longer angry, just slightly bothered. You were quite enjoying your free time.

The Winchester formed his lips into a thin line, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he rested his weight onto the balls of his feet.

“I’m sorry,” He finally uttered. “I’m sorry I make you feel like crap. I came here to bring you back to the bunker, but you’re right. You can make your own choices.”

You remained silent at those words, not quite knowing what to tell him now. Now, you made him feel terrible, and that hadn’t been your intention either. You thought that finally getting all those angry thoughts off your chest would help make you feel better, but now you only felt worse. And at loss for words. It wasn’t until he turned around to walk away that you finally spoke up.

“I know you care, Dean,” It was silent, but it was there. And it was enough to make him stop. “And I hate it when we fight, so don’t walk away angry,”

“I’m not ang-“ “Or hurt.” You cut him off. “But please, tell me you understand.”

Silence, again. But this one was deafening. His hesitance caught you off guard. Surely, he’d understand. Or at least make effort to understand. But silence was all there was, safe for the water splashing from the faucet in the bathroom.

“Now you hang from my lips

Like the Gardens of Babylon

With your boots beneath my bed

Forever is the sweetest con.”

“Don’t you ever tell Sammy I said this,” He suddenly spoke. “But I care about you so damn much, I don’t know how to tell you besides keeping you safe.”

You knew. Of course, you knew. And you know he held all the right intentions when keeping an eye on you. You had every right to be pissed, but you understood him. And instead of ranting off as you might have wished, you sighed deeply, offering a sympathetic smile.

“I won’t,” you promised. “But, I know. I love you too, Dean. Even when we’re fighting.”

Now, it was his turn for a slight smile to climb onto his face. His shoulders raised slightly, his posture changing simultaneously. It wasn’t a grandiose change, but at least he was smiling again.

“You love me?” He tried to joke. “That’s embarrassing for you.”

“Keep it up, Winchester, and I could still yell at you.” You returned with a taunting grin.

“I've had some tricks up my sleeve

Takes one to know one

You're a cowboy like me.”

“You know,” he began, walking back to you with more confidence. “I could maybe tell Cas to go on his own trips once in a while.”

“That would be appreciated.”

A rough chuckle escaped his throat as he looked down at his shoes, his smirk still not fading. “As long as you keep us posted about your location.”

“You could always track me if you wanted to.”

“That feels more like stalking.” He rebutted.

“Oh, you know what they say about Stockholm Syndrome.” You brushed off, a huge weight finally lifting off your shoulders.

Taking your joke as an invite, Dean took his final two steps, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulled you into that comforting hug you had secretly longed for all those hours.

“This doesn’t mean we are completely fine all of the sudden.” You reminded into his chest, but returned the gesture all too fondly, your hands finding each other on his back.

“I know, sweetheart.”

“And I'm never gonna love again

I'm never gonna love again.”

Squeezing your figure tight once, he then parted, smiling down at you with that same love struck expression he had held all those years ago. And just like that, you felt like a teenage girl again.

“You stop that, Winchester.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He refused obliviously, though that playful expression never left his face.

“You look at me like I’m the Impala.”

“You are so much better than Baby.”

“Careful,” you warned in a comedic tone. “I’ll tell her.”

Turning around to face the door, you beckoned Dean over from your shoulder, inhaling contendly as his hand found its way to your waist, pulling you closer.

“I ordered some fries a while ago. Roomservive. Thought you might want some.”

A childish-like grin appeared on Dean’s face as he leaned down, placing a loving kiss on top of your head. “My kind of girl.”

The ring in his pocket didn’t go forgotten by Dean. He simply figured that, when the time would come, he’d know. He already knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, ring or not. But maybe he’d ask you after a couple more months. Or maybe, you had already seen the jewellery on your hunt for that Rugaroo weeks ago, when he lost his jacket and got so caught up in paranoia, that he didn’t even realise you had found it on the forest path. With an all too familiar ring next to it. Almost as if it had fallen out.

But you wouldn’t tell him. You had your own ring to carry.

“I'm never gonna love again.”

[kissthesun-gvf]

Hurting for You: part 2

INTRO: It is here!! to be brutally honest I've been writing this as a way to distract myself from the impending doom of my finals, but that's besides the point. I wasn't sure of what I wanted to include in this, so it's a few bits and pieces (hopefully the time jumps aren't awkward?) I have a couple little stories in the works right now, but nothing feels perfect yet. If you have any suggestions on what to write, I'd love to hear them!

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Once Jake’s presence had gotten Josh to sleep, you tiptoed your way over to the chair across the room and opened your computer, doing your best to limit the light. Typing as quietly as you could, you did your research on doctors in the area that would be able to stifle the pain shooting through your chest by helping Josh, and who could do it the fastest. You soon found yourself in a sinkhole of information, and just as you clicked on a promising private office, Jake stirred in the bed across from you and slowly got out of bed, trying his best not to wake Josh. “You know, you should really try to get some rest too,” he whispered, leaning on the arm of the chair you were in. “I know, but I think I found a doctor who might be able to see Josh tomorrow…” you paused, glancing at the timestamp in the corner of your computer. “Or today, I guess.” “Send the link to our tour manager, she can take care of that. I’ll be up in a couple hours to go get Mom from the airport. You just lay down and rest, darlin’. I know you’re exhausted too.” And you couldn’t tell him he was wrong. You had been along with the guys on tour for about a week and the events of the night had caused everything to catch up with you. Still, sleep had been the last thing on your mind until Jake took your laptop out of your hand. You stood up only to realize you were still in your clothes from the show. Having the same thought, Jake rustled through the suitcase on the floor and tossed one of Josh’s t-shirts at you. “You better be asleep when I get up, but I’ll text you with updates, okay?” Truly, Jake was exactly the energy you needed right now. Although your relationship with him was obviously not the same thing as you had with Josh, his twin had a special place in your heart. He was a brother and a friend in one, and right now he was giving you all the peace you didn’t have. “Thank you, Jake. So much.” “Of course,” he half-smiled, “whatever it takes to get him better.” He glanced at Josh before returning to lay beside him, you making your way to his other side not long after.

Too few hours later, you woke up to the buzzing of your phone, and a picture of Jake filling your screen that he hated, but you thought was just bad enough to be funny. You answered in a whisper, hoping to let Josh sleep as long as possible. “Hey, what’s up?” You wrapped your other arm around yourself, the cold hitting you, and made your way to the bathroom. “I’m waiting for mom and the airport right now, so we should be back in like 30 minutes. And good news, we got Josh an appointment with that doctor this afternoon. It’s at 3, so he still has some time to sleep.” You were so thankful for Jake in this moment; all the anxiety and fear he was feeling had been channeled into productivity. “Thank you so much, Jakey.” “Of course. He still sleeping?” he asked, a tinge of concern in his tone. “Yeah, surprisingly. You really helped him last night, Jake.” “Yeah,” he laughed. “We haven’t done that in a lot of years, it was smart thinking on your part.” “I have my moments, I suppose…” You jokingly mocked a phrase he used often in interviews, which always made you laugh. “Hey hey hey, I’m the one that convinced you to get to bed last night, remember? Don’t be making fun of me now.” “You’re right-” Jake cut you off before you could continue. “Oh I see Mom now. We’ll be back soon, I’ll text you when we’re at the hotel.” “Okay hun, see you soon.” 

You hung up the phone before creaking the bathroom door open, planning on returning to bed, but instead you were surprised to see Josh awake and sitting up in bed. “Hey you, how’re you feeling?” You sat cross-legged on the bed in front of him and took his hands in yours. He stopped himself before speaking, remembering the discomfort that came with it. “Dizzy still?” He nodded, moving his head ever so slightly. “Let’s relax for a while, baby. We have time.” You sat up against the headboard and Josh leaned back into you, his back against your chest. You slid your arms around his waist and rested them on his stomach, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing. “We got you an appointment with a doctor in the city, but not until later. So you’ll have some time to rest and work your way up to going out,” you filled him in, and slowly felt him relax into you. “Depending on how that goes, we’ll see what we’re doing from there. Right now we’re just focussed on getting you feeling better.” He inhaled deeply in response, still fighting the urge to speak. You were sure his mind had already gone to the idea of having to cancel shows, but that would come later. His breath hitched and he jolted against you. “It probably is time for more meds, Josh.” He sat up and turned to you, shaking his head. “I know you don’t love the idea, but they helped enough to get you to sleep last night, didn’t they?” You slid out from behind him and grabbed the bottle of extra strength Tylenol from your bag. As you handed it to him you saw a text from Jake. Let us in? Your stomach flipped as you had nearly forgotten that Josh didn’t know about this part of the plan. “Hey, I thought of something last night that might make this a little easier for you,” you told Josh, and his eyebrow raised. You walked across the room and opened the door to Jake and Karen, who were still out of Josh’s view. You lifted a finger to your mouth to quiet them, and Karen looked confused. “The sound is hurting for him, so maybe tone down the reaction a little.” She nodded and pulled you in for a hug. “Thank you for taking care of him, dear,” she whispered in your ear before heading over to her oldest. You stayed at the door to talk with Jake before following her. “I filled her in on the way here, but she insisted on seeing him, of course.” “Lucky for her he’s awake now.” “Oh perfect,” Jake stepped into the room, just as anxious to see his brother. You stepped back inside and Josh looked up at you, his face with the closest thing to a smile you had seen since last night. He reached out for your hand and squeezed it, tears brimming his eyes. “Are those happy tears or hurting tears?” You asked him, stepping closer. “Happy,” he croaked out. “Hey, that’s improvement!” Jake smiled, sitting down on Josh’s vacant side. You spent the next few hours just sitting in the room with the twins and Karen, Josh sleeping a little before you had to head to the doctor. The pit in your stomach wouldn’t settle, but you tried your best not to show it for Josh’s sake.

“I’d recommend canceling shows for at least the next week, but you’ll likely need more time. If you get back to things before you’re fully healed, you’ll be setting the process back each time.” You had been repeating the doctor’s advice in your head since she said them, and you knew Josh had been too. She had left the room, telling Josh that he was free to leave whenever he was ready. But instead you both sat in the exam room in silence. It had been nearly five minutes when you moved to stand in front of him while he sat on the exam table. You wiped the tears off of his face, leaving your hands to hold his face gently. He had yet to look up at you. “We don’t need to make any decisions right now, but let’s go back to the hotel, okay?” He sighed and stood up, still not saying anything.

It was a quiet drive back to the hotel, and by the time you reached the room you had unopened texts from each of the brothers and Karen. Josh went right back into bed, and you sat on the edge next to him, rubbing his back as he faced away from you on his side. You watched his shoulders move as he cried, completely overwhelmed with the news. “Josh…” you whispered, unsure of what to say. He sat up and faced you, eyes filled with sadness and fear. “What do I do? What do I tell the guys? The fans, they-” You cut him off and brought him in for a hug. He buried his head in your neck as you spoke softly, doing your best to calm him. “I’ll take care of everything, Josh. I can tell the guys if you want, but you know they’ll understand. Everyone’s first priority is your healing, the fans’ too. I can talk to your manager about postponing shows, and we’ll make a post to explain what’s going on.” “But we’ve already canceled so many shows…” he mumbled. “And all of that was out of your control, love. They know that.” You kissed the top of his head, the mop of messy curls tickling your face. “We’ll get you through this, baby. Right now you rest, and I’ll get things handled.” He sat up and leaned his forehead against yours. “What can I do right now, J?” His breath caught in his throat as he thought about how gentle and loving you had been to him these last few days. “You um… you can tell the guys. I think I just want to lay here for a while.” “You want me to text your mom to come meet you?” He nodded and carefully pressed his lips against yours. “I’ll go handle the boys and the details, you just take your time baby. Anything else you need?” His eyes met yours and he blinked, letting a tear fall. “I wanna go home…” This was the most broken you had ever heard his voice, not even taking the same morose tone on those late night calls when he missed you. “Of course, sweetheart. I’ll get it all figured out.” He laid back into the pillows and you kissed his forehead before shooting a text to Karen. As soon as she came in you went to tell the guys, and nothing sounded less appealing at the moment.

You met them all in the room Danny and Sam were sharing, everyone anxiously sitting around when you walked in. “So… good news or bad?” Danny asked. “It’s gotta be bad if you’re telling us instead of him, right?” Sam added. You slumped down on the edge of the bed next to Jake, who put his arm around you. You rested your head on his shoulder for a moment before you started explaining. “He did burst his eardrum. Doctor said it’ll heal on its own, but he’s out of touring for at least a week. They referred us to a doctor in Nashville who can check in on things then.” Your words hung in the air while everyone thought of the right thing to say. “How’s he doing?” Sam asked quietly. “Physically, better than he was. He got some antibiotics to prevent infection and something for the pain and dizziness, which should help him sleep. But emotionally…” you couldn’t finish the sentence without sobbing, so you stopped there. You felt Jake’s body tense next to you at the thought. When one twin hurt, the other did. “He wants to go home, so I’m trying to get us a flight. I need to work out telling the team and we’ll have to tell the fans the next couple shows are canceled, and-” You stopped and brought your hand up to cover your mouth, hoping to stop a sob. Jake held you closer and Sam crossed the room to kneel in front of you. We can help take care of things. I can look for flights and Daniel can talk to people about the tour side of things. You’re not doing this alone, bee.” You grinned at the nickname the boys had thought up for you after the first time you joined them on tour; according to them you were always buzzing around, caught up in the hustle and bustle of life on the road. Josh admired it, he said it reminded him of what a gift touring was. You turned to face Jake, who was staring off into space. “Jake,” you tried to snap him back into it to no avail, so you squeezed his arm a little to get his attention. “Why don’t you go see him?” You handed him your room key. “Yeah,” he wiped his hand across his mouth, pulling himself together. “We’ll go get things handled” Danny added, “Why don’t you stay here and relax a little? I know this has been stressful for you too.” He was right; you had barely slept the night before, you hadn’t showered since before the show, and you had barely eaten. “You’re right, I should shower… and eat.” “You’re right, you should,” Sammy added. You go shower and I’ll order you some room service so you can eat when you’re done. Then we’ll see where to go from there.” You were thankful that just as you had fallen apart, the boys had pulled things together. You’d be lost without them. Jake left to go see Josh and Karen, Sam behind him to go meet with their manager at the coffee shop down the block. Daniel starting to leave made your stomach drop. “Danny, wait,” you stopped him. “I’d kinda rather not be alone right now…” He turned back to you. “Okay bee, I’ll stay right here.” He sat down on his bed and pulled out his computer. “I’ll check around for flights while you shower. Take your time, okay?” 

You spent a while letting the hot water hit you, closing your eyes and letting a few tears out before you were reminded of how hungry you were. You stepped back out into the room in one of Danny’s tshirts and the jeans you had found in your suitcase before leaving for the doctor’s. “Hey you, food’s here and I found a flight for tomorrow morning. Jake said Josh asked for Karen to come back with you, so there’s three tickets. The boys and I don’t know what our plans are yet, but you don’t need to worry about that. “You’re the best Daniel, truly,” you told him through the bites of french fries you were taking. “Hey, I do what I can considering all the shit you’ve done for the four of us,” he laughed.

The rest of the day was spent lounging around the hotel and spending time together, now that Josh was feeling slightly better. You could still tell he was hurting; when he turned his head too far or opened his mouth widely, but he was more himself than he was 24 hours ago. The boys’ tour manager had posted on the band’s instagram account, but you were trying your best not to let him think about it. He was obviously devastated that it had to be done, but a long talk with his family helped to convince him that it was the best thing to do. Before you knew it you were heading off to the airport, through the regular hustle and bustle of flying, and then driving back to the Nashville home you and Josh shared.

Karen had offered to run to the pharmacy to get a couple things Josh’s doctor had suggested, so it was just the two of you walking through the door to the familiar sights and smells of your home. You dropped your bags at the door, Josh leaning against the kitchen counter. You walked up behind him and massaged his hips, giving him a moment to collect his thoughts. “Hey,” you prompted, but he didn’t turn around. “I know this isn’t ideal, but we’ll get through it.” You nearly stopped yourself from saying ‘we’. This was harder for Josh than anyone else. He leaned down further, resting his bad ear against the cool countertop. Deciding it was better to support him without words, you rubbed his back. After a moment his tears started up again. “Sweet boy…” was all you could bring yourself to whisper. There weren’t many things you could think to say right now that could truly make him feel better, or that he hadn’t already been told. You gave him his time to feel and waited for him to take a deep breath and stand up. “What do you need right now, love?” You tried, wanting to let him decide. He just sighed and shook his head, so you took the lead instead. “Shower?” “It’s loud, and I can’t get water in there” “Bath?” He nodded at the idea, and you pressed a kiss to his forehead before going to set up the bathroom for him to relax.

While he took some time to unwind, you unpacked your bags and attempted to make dinner, quickly realizing that you had left no food in the house before leaving to meet the tour. Karen was more than happy to run to the grocery for you, so you settled on making Josh a cup of his favorite tea. You returned to your bedroom to find him standing on his side of the bed. Tears brimmed in his eyes again when you entered the room, greeting him softly with a smile. He glanced up at you and sighed before he began to cry again. You loved how in touch he was with his emotions, how he was never afraid to cry or make it clear to you how he was feeling. Right now, though, you were spending much more time than usual deciphering whether or not he was crying out of pain, disappointment, or just being overwhelmed. “Josh, I’m so sorry.” You set the cup of tea down on your bedside table and crawled across the bed, kneeling to match his height. “I can’t begin to understand how frustrating this is for you, but please know that I’m here for you, whatever you need. “I know, love. You’ve shown me that already, you’ve been perfect. You haven’t had to be this good to me,” he half-whispered, knowing how you would respond. “I know I don’t have to, but I want to.” You reached up again to hold his face in your hands. “In sickness and in health, Joshua.” The corner of his mouth snuck up into a smile and you wiped a tear that had made its way down his face.

[voraciousvore]

Boarding School for Giants (23/25)

------ Chapter 23 ------

I felt like I had made a terrible mistake. My heart was crushed into dust, and I had pulverized Joey’s in the process. I could hardly stand to face him again after what I had so cruelly inflicted upon him. How could I do such a thing to him, to sweet, innocent Joey? Did he comprehend where I was coming from, how I felt? He saw me in the hospital after I had been injured at the hands of the giant principal, so he must understand at least to some extent. Not to mention he witnessed me nearly get eaten at the diner. I hoped he would understand. 

The night was long, and I didn’t sleep well. I was tossing and turning all night, and when I did manage to sleep I had troubled dreams. I had nightmares of green eyes and carnivorous teeth, giant hands crunching my bones, being swallowed alive. I faced the next day with a pit of dread in my gut and stark reflections in my head. I showered and dressed, as usual, and packed up my backpack, bringing my new laptop with me. I went outside to wait for Joey, wondering what I could possibly say to him to make things right, to soften the blow from last night. I started to wonder if he would even stop by to pick me up on his way to school, or give up and abandon me, and my chest tightened with shame. I felt even worse when I saw his lofty figure coming towards me from afar, chiding myself for ever thinking he would ignore me. 

The giant came up and stood over me stiffly, not speaking. I glanced up at him, then opted to sheepishly examine his immense shoes on either side of me instead. I felt smaller than ever. Finally, he crouched down and silently offered me his hand in a conciliatory gesture. I hesitantly climbed into his palm, still too ashamed to look him in the face. As he stood up and began walking, I mustered up the courage to stare him in the eye and have an honest conversation with him again.

“Joey, I wanted to apolog-” I began. 

“No,” he interrupted, “You have nothing to be sorry about. I’m the one who should be apologizing to you.” I met his soft chocolate eyes with mine, confused. 

“What do you mean?” I asked. 

He took a heavy breath. “I... acted on pure emotion last night, with no regard to your feelings. I’m sorry for just running off like that. I should have considered what was best for you, not what I would want personally.” His statement was succinct, but eloquent. “I want you to be my girlfriend, but not if it means you’re not making the right choice for yourself.” His lips quivered. “I don’t want you to be hurt because of me.” 

“Aww, Joey...” I said, “I don’t blame you for how you reacted. It was completely understandable under the circumstances. Keep in mind, I still haven’t made a decision yet. So, I might still choose to stay.” 

“R-really?” Joey stammered hopefully. 

“Yeah,” I answered, sounding more optimistic than I felt. Internally I had a weight crushing me down, the weight of a terrible choice. I glanced over at the new watch strapped to my wrist. It was a reminder of the danger I faced, but also a link to the man who could become my father. I was deeply conflicted. 

We went to the cafeteria for breakfast, where Stephanie and a couple of her friends were eagerly waiting for us. “Eren!” she sang when she spotted me, bobbing up and down with manic energy, “I have some people here who want to meet you!” Her two friends smiled awkwardly. Joey collected our food and sat down at the table with all the giantesses, keeping me close to himself on the table. 

“This is Lucy,” Stephanie said, pointing to a busty redhead with a comely face. “And this is Selena.” The other girl was darker in complexion, with silky black hair that cascaded down her shoulders. 

“Hello,” I greeted them, offering my hand for a finger handshake. I was proud of myself for not shrinking back or shaking when introduced to new giant people. Lucy offered me a firm digit with an elegant gleaming nail to shake. Selena was shyer, but with some encouragement from Stephanie she timidly gave me her limp finger, with a dull nail chewed down to the nub. 

We chatted for a few minutes, with mostly Stephanie and Lucy gabbing on while Selena stayed quiet. Soon enough the bell rang, and Joey chauffeured me to my first class, which was math. I was confounded to see that by some miracle I had passed my math test from Monday with a B-, despite my back being bruised and flayed when I took the test. 

The teacher decided to split us into groups to do sample problems. I felt panicky at this development, thinking I would be forced to approach a group of intimidating giants, or be ignored and get in trouble with the teacher for not having a group. However, I was pleasantly surprised to find that several of the giant students were eager for the chance to approach and get to know me, since most of them had never talked to a human before and were curious. In a twist I didn’t expect, the class period was actually a lot of fun. I made new friends while learning math simultaneously. 

What was going on? Was I going native, turning into a nerd like Joey? I supposed such a transformation wouldn’t be a bad thing. Plus, people were being nice to me, and I was making friends! What a great bonus! On top of that, I was happy, even content. The feeling only bloomed more when the bell rang and Joey magically appeared by my side to whisk me away to my next class. I was relieved that the awkwardness from this morning between us seemed to have dissipated, and he was recovering from the shock of the emotional blow from last night. 

My next class was English. Since I had done the homework assignment from Monday, I at least had an idea of what was going on this time. I had missed Wednesday’s class, so I was a little lost, but I caught up quickly. We had a test today so I got the chance to use my laptop’s camera function to scale up my finished test and email it to the teacher to grade. The process went smoothly and I was pleased with the results. Other than that, the class was uneventful, and soon enough the bell rang for lunch, summoning a loyal, grinning Joey to my side. I eagerly jumped into his hand, holding his thumb for support. 

Joey stroked me with his thumb, and opened his mouth to say something when suddenly he was shoved into the wall. He grunted as his shoulder slammed up against the solid surface and shielded me with his hands as best he could, so I wouldn’t get hurt. I bounced against his fingers but was left unscathed. Joey groaned and curled his body around me instinctively to protect from another attack. 

“So, the nerd thinks he has himself a girlfriend,” a repugnant voice snarled. I knew that vile voice, and my stomach dropped. Drake. The giant brute grabbed Joey’s shoulder and flipped him back against the wall violently, pinning him down with a muscled arm. With me in the protective cage of his fingers, clasped against his torso, Joey couldn’t fight back. He grimaced in pain while the taller, stronger giant sneered down at him. Drake’s icy blue eyes drifted down to me; he glared at me with a rapacious leer that chilled me down to the marrow of my bones. 

“Hey there, baby. I missed you,” he sneered. I recoiled in disgust, a feeling that only intensified when he winked at me and licked his lips hungrily.  

“Stop it,” Joey rasped through his physical discomfort, his glasses askew on his face. Drake’s blue eyes hardened into shards of ice when he glanced back up at Joey. 

“Oh yeah?” Drake said. “And what are you gonna do to stop me?” He pressed his full weight into his thick arm on Joey’s chest, making the poor boy wheeze as he struggled to breathe. I could only watch in horror, powerless to stop him. 

“That’s right. Nothing,” Drake growled. Those eyes, cold as glaciers in the Arctic, rotated back down to me. Drake reached over with his free hand, huge and menacing, and wrenched apart Joey’s fingers. I shrieked in terror as he pried me out of Joey’s hands. Joey tried his best to resist, but then went limp, defeated. The giant bully threw him to the ground and kicked him in the belly, sniggering. Joey coughed and retched, crunching up in agony. 

“Help! Hel-” I screamed, but Drake covered my mouth with his finger to shut me up and clenched his fist around me tighter. 

“None of that,” he scolded. “You’re my girlfriend now, and you’ll do as I say. Or else.” His threat made me cease my squirming as I froze up under his chilling gaze. There was nothing I could do. Nothing. I could resist, fight back, bite his fingers, curse him out, but he would simply crush me in his fist like the tiny creature I was. Or do something worse, something unthinkable. I shuddered, feeling hopelessness drip into my heart. Joey couldn’t protect me from every horror in this world. 

“Let her go!” a shrill voice cried. Stephanie! The giant finger covering my mouth loosened momentarily from the distraction; I writhed and twisted my head around to see Stephanie with her big group of giantess friends. 

“Stephanie, help me!” I screeched before I was engulfed in the giant’s fist again. Drake gave me a painful warning squeeze and I became rigid with fear. 

“Let her go! Let her go!” several giantess voices chanted. Drake was suddenly surrounded by a crowd of students in the hallway, outnumbered. My new friends I made in math class had joined in too. “Let her go! Let her go!” The frenzied mob closed in and Drake took a step back, stumbling over Joey’s body collapsed on the floor. He backed up to the wall and shrank down, as if the crowd were draining his power away. He was plainly unsettled by all the unwanted attention that had disrupted his plans to clandestinely steal me away. 

Finally, Drake scowled. “Fine.” He reluctantly reached out his fist and deposited me in Stephanie’s waiting hands. “Bitches,” he muttered, and scurried off in disgrace. The crowd of students cheered. I sighed in relief, slumping into the giantess’s hand. A couple of students helped a battered Joey back up to his feet, propping him up against the wall until he could regain his footing on his own. He groaned, straightened out his clothes, and wiped strings of saliva and bile off his chin from his gagging fit. 

“Thank you,” I said, feeling the tears run down my face. “Thank you so much.” That situation could have become so much worse if she hadn’t shown up. 

Stephanie grinned. “What are friends for, after all? We’ll always have your back!” I looked around at all the giant faces around me, some familiar, such as Lucy and Selena, and some new. I had friends. I had people who cared about me and wouldn’t let me fall. I wiped up my tears and smiled. “Let’s get some lunch!” Stephanie shouted in a rallying cry, raising her fist, and the group of students hollered in agreement and charged into the lunchroom, full of victorious energy from their conquest. 

Rather than follow her friends, Stephanie turned to Joey, who was still recovering from the beating he had endured. He gripped his midsection with one hand, and his eyes looked dead inside, but he was able to stand firmly on his own now. “Here,” she said, handing me back to Joey. She was more understanding of my needs than I initially gave her credit for. “When you two lovebirds are ready, you’re free to join us in the lunchroom.” She skipped off to give us some privacy. 

Joey was burning with shame. “I’m sorry, Eren,” he apologized, massaging the growing bruises on his chest and belly. “I wasn’t able to protect you.” His eyes shined behind his glasses, and I realized he was struggling to hold back tears. 

“It’s okay, Joey,” I reassured him, trying my best to calm him down. “Nothing bad happened to me. I’m not hurt. It’s okay.” 

A pregnant pause. “Maybe... it would be better if you didn’t stay,” Joey said, barely above a whisper, his voice a weakened whine. With that excruciating remark hanging over us, dripping with despair, he trudged into the lunchroom with me in tow, utterly vanquished. 

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[okskz]

Chelsy Moments.

elsy + chan

a look on how elsy and chan’s relationship is :)

just how I did bimi moments, I wanted to do one for elsy and chan. hope you guys enjoy and please feel free to leave some feedback because it is always appreciated!

[8th member of got7/soloist]

1am calls

“what are you doing up so late?”

elsy smiled through the phone, deciding on facetiming chan. “I wanted to call you and knew you’d be up around this time.” she answered. “and been missing you.”

chan’s lip curved up into a small smile, trying not to get distracted by just that line elsy had said to him. elsy always had a way of saying things that chan always adored. “miss you too.” chan said back, it being awhile that the two had seen in each other in person. with being so busy, they hadn’t find the time to be with each other.

“you’re always working.” elsy told him. “why don’t you take a break right now?”

“because if I take a break I waste time to finish this song. and plus, I’m almost finished with it.”

“oh bang chan, you have always been the same from when I first met you.” chan smiled once again, taking a small glance at elsy. she too had a grin on her face and that made chan smile wider as he let out a small laugh. “I just love what I do.”

elsy had let out a yawn as she laid her head down on her pillow. chan took notice of elsy rubbing her eyes. “you should sleep, els.” the girl was quick to shake her head. “I’ll sleep when you go back to your dorm, and sleep.”

“actually, it’s 1am. you should leave now. save your work for tomorrow.”

“not happening, my love.”

elsy gave chan a soft smile after hearing those two words, deciding not to argue back with him. either way, elsy knew chan wouldn’t listen and would continue working on music.

after a few more minutes of talking, silence came between the two as chan concentrated real hard on finishing his work. elsy was still laying in bed, slowly closing her eyes.

chan didn’t realize elsy had fallen asleep on the call until he had closed his laptop. “woo! finally finished-“ he immediately stopped talking when seeing elsy sleeping peacefully. chan smiled at the girl, “goodnight, my love.”

sick

“how are you feeling now?”

“not any better.” elsy sighed, letting out a cough right after. the girl had been sick for about two days and had yet to feel any better. she felt horrible and chan could hear it by her voice and as well as her cough. “I can barely sleep now.”

it was close to midnight and as much as elsy was tired, the girl just couldn’t fall asleep. she was always woken up by her cough. “have you eaten?” chan asked. elsy shook her head no. “not really.”

“I’m coming over.”

“no! don’t do that, bang chan.” elsy said. “I don’t want you getting sick.”

“doesn’t matter, els. I’m coming over right now.” he said. “but it’s late!” elsy said right back. “see you soon, my love.” elsy couldn’t say one word as chan had finished the facetime call. she let out a cough, now waiting for chan to arrive soon.

and when a few minutes passed by, elsy’s door swung open with chan coming inside her apartment. elsy felt to weak to look up from laying on the couch, but she knew it was chan since he knew her passcode to enter. “oh look at you.” chan cooed as he sat a plastic bag down on the coffee table. he lifted elsy’s legs up so he could sit down and placed her legs on his lap. “still not feeling your best?” elsy shook her head at his question, rubbing her eye. “no, and I haven’t gotten much sleep.”

“here, I brought you some soup.” chan said getting it out the bag, along with a spoon. “eat it, then you can go to sleep. I’ll be here with you.”

“you don’t have to do that, chris.”

“I want to, I can’t leave you all alone like this.” he said. chan had taken the opportunity to be with elsy, instead of working on new music. “I’m not going to sleep until you do.” elsy gave him a soft smile as she slowly sat up, engulfing chan into a tight hug.

elsy ate the soup slowly while chan watched her. they had the tv on for background noise. and when she was finished eating, she rested her head on chan’s lap. “go to sleep now. I’ll be here with you.” chan slowly ran his fingers through elsy’s hair. she had her arms wrapped around his torso as she slowly felt herself drift off to sleep.

soon after, chan fell asleep, sitting on the couch. elsy had finally had her full sleep time.

surprise

elsy took a seat once she got inside the venue. she was attending one of the stray kids’ show in LA, but she hadn’t told chan about it. so he didn’t know elsy was there. “do you think he suspects something?” she questioned hannah, her being there as well and being the only one to know elsy was attending. hannah knew elsy wanted to surprise chan. “I don’t think so. does he think you’re in the states or something?”

“no, but I have been pretty dry with him.” elsy chuckled. “and he usually knows something is up when I only respond with one word messages.”

“we’ll then I guess this will be a great surprise for him.”

after much screaming and cheering, as well as singing out loud, elsy and hannah were on their way backstage to stray kids’ dressing room. they had left a little before the show ended, not wanting to get caught by the members. “I say we scare them.” hannah suggested, she laughed with elsy as the two found some hiding spots. elsy picked behind a sofa, while hannah picked behind a tall plant.

“that was a great show!” felix said as he barged into the dressing room with the others following behind. “boo!” hannah jumped out, startling everyone. “hannah?!” chan exclaimed. “jesus, you scared me.”

“that’s what we were hoping for.” she said.

“we?”

“surprise!” elsy slowly stood up on her feet from hiding behind the sofa, all eyes on her. the girl instantly made eye contact with chan and he ran towards her. the two engulfed each other into a tight hug. “oh my god! what are you doing here?!”

“well you know I was going to be here in LA to record a few songs, so I thought maybe I should stopped by and see you.” elsy smiled as she wrapped her arms around chan’s neck. “you did amazing out there.” she kissed chan on the lips, causing the boy to turn red. he tend to get shy when showing PDA around his members. “I definitely like this surprise.” he giggled.

his members began to tease at chan, causing him to turn even more red. “yah! turn around, everyone of you!”

caught

elsy giggled a lot more as she took another sip of her drink. she was sat on her couch next to chan, having a glass of wine. but the girl could feel herself becoming tipsy the more she drank, her face already being a tad bit red.

and she was laughing uncontrollably, which only caused chan to laugh with her.

the two decided to stay in, not wanting to go out like they had plan. which made elsy take out some wine. chan drank a few sips here and there but it was elsy who kept gulping down drinks. she had lost count after her fourth.

“I wonder when bam and yugyeom are getting here.” she said. “I’m almost done with this bottle.”

“and its only been you drinking, els.” chan chuckled. “might want to keep it down, no?”

elsy shook her head as she chuckled. she went and grabbed chan’s face and brought their lips to each other. she moved in sync with his, not wanting to let go of chan anytime soon.

the girl even went ahead laid back on her couch, bringing chan down with her. elsy only broke the kiss to take off her shirt. “elsy-“

“it’s hot.” she giggled. the girl could see chan’s red face. he would tend to get a little shy when their make outs turned into this, but nothing more would happen. but tonight felt different and maybe the two were finally ready to take that next step.

it was chan’s turn to take off his shirt, which he rarely ever done. so that made elsy think tonight would be different. chan went back down to kiss elsy again, her arms wrapping around his neck and fingers running through his hair. right when elsy had unclasped her bra and was going to throw it on the ground, her front door and swung open.

“lee jiyeon- oh my god!” bambam shouted as he turned around quickly. elsy let out a scream as chan tried covering her chest. “what is going on- oh, elsy.” yugyeom came in from behind bambam, laughing out loud.

“so this is what you guys do alone? have sex?!” bambam exclaimed. he still was laughing hysterically. “no!” chan and elsy said in sync. “I swear, I’m changing my key so you two never come barging in again!” elsy pushed chan off of her and grabbed his shirt to cover her chest and left the living room.

“I’m with it.” bambam said. “so I never have to witness this again in my life!”

chan let out a laugh as he sat on the couch. now the attention of the two was on him. “what’s so funny, lover boy?” bambam snorted. “you think we want to come in and see you like that with our member.”

the three began to laugh as elsy came back with clothes on. “wow jiyeon, first jin-“

“stop it.”

[ohshutupjimin]

Poetic Flower & Toxic Coffee ~ Park Jimin

If my stupid phone didn’t update in the middle of the night, I wouldn’t have been so late to my lecture, nor would I have received stares like a predator to it’s prey.

I swipe the edges of my hair behind my ear, taking out my laptop like the rest of the students and in no time, we’re already dismissed to leave. I scurry away from the loudness behind me, not wanting to be huddled by a group of people, and escaping through the entrance of the building.

My gaze reaches my feet, the door gets pushed open but still I seem as though the tip, tap, tip, tap, is seemingly more interesting.

Or maybe it’s just my obnoxious anxiety I have around people.

With my mind wrapped around the monotone sound of tip, tap, tip, tap, I immediately come to a halt when I register the faint sound vanishing.

Something white, is under my foot.

It’s snowing.

I grin excitedly. I have loved snow since I could remember. This country rarely experiences snow and when it does, I’d spend a whole week playing out until the snow was no more or unless I caught a cold.

Now as I walk, it’s just a huge muffled sound of snow sinking and getting squashed under me, which is undeniably satisfying and drastically improves my mood.

Finally I look up, beautiful. The snow seemingly covers everything and everyone. It's perfect specks of ice falling down, is the highlight of my morning. The snow covered grass eagerly calls for a crispy step into it. The precise footprints slowly start to fall back into square one as more snow covers it up, almost like it wasn’t there in the first place.

My eyes so allore to what nature can bring, I didn’t even realize the sharp whirling wind that attacked me. My hair flattened all over my face, mimicking this morning's bed head.

But just as I was about to move my hair and position it decently, someone barged into my shoulder and hadn’t bothered to apologize. I gazed back, very slightly irritated and tapped the young man’s back- for some reason he looked questionably familiar.

He turned towards me, and my breath hitched. I wanted to gasp, but I felt mute. I wanted to hug him and wrap him in my arms, but my body thought otherwise. My fingers were wiggling, wanting to run my hands along his loveable face, asking, are you okay, where did you go? Why did you leave me like that?

But I didn’t, he would have run away just like before.

“Yes?” I blink back into reality, his face very much annoyed by my presence.

Yet I say nothing.

Instead I stare like he’s an artwork in a famous museum. Like I’m allowed to gaze as deep as I want, but I can’t touch. Can’t touch the person I once fell so deeply for, eyes I fell so deeply in and lips I could reminisce so easily into.

“Jimin?” I finally say, so easy for it to roll off my tongue.

His ears perk up, eyes widening and a flustered shade of red takes over his face. “How do you know my name?” He looks skeptical, brows furrowed, partially confused.

A sharp pain clenches my heart, “you don’t remember me, do you?” His eyes scan me trying to find a suitable answer. “No,” I bite my lip not wanting to cry, “should I have?”

I smile apologetically, “no, no there’s no need.” He nods, roughing his hair up.

That’s when my eyes avert to his hair. What a beautiful color, it suits him so much. Well it seems everything suits him. He’s beautiful in so many ways and I’m euphorically grateful that at least he shared all that beauty with me once. A time I’ll never forget unlike him.

“What’s your name?” He suddenly asks, my throat slightly parched.

I say my name, and he looks away trying to unlock that name somewhere in his brain, but much to my dismay, he shakes his head, a frown sitting on his perfect lips. “I haven’t registered that name before,” I glance to my shoes covered with snow, “possibly you’re in the same class as me?”

No, I was the love of your life.

“Yeah, probably.” I smile and soon we both walk away from each other. It was awkward I could tell you that, but mostly it was painful.

I walked to the bus stop, and waited patiently under the glass roof. I had a car, but the weather forecast said something about icy roads- no snow- and so I thought it was best not to drive today.

Feeling extremely cold, my body started to shiver under the flakes of ice around me, and when a car drifts right in front of me, piling yet another layer of snow on top of me, I shiver even harder.

I hear a window roll down, and a beautiful mellifluous sound of Jimin laughing, oozes right into my ear. Suddenly I don’t feel so cold anymore. The car door slams shut and I feel hands wrapping around my arms, walking me over to the other side of the car.

“Can you shake for me?” He asks, I tilt my head confused, a rainfall of snow leaving my face so I can see better.

“Shake?” I repeat, he nods giggling like I’ve just tickled him.

I then realize he wants to take me in his car but I must shake the snow off in order to get in. Oh gosh, how stupid am I. With scarlet red cheeks, I shake my body as much as I can and somehow, a lot of snow falls off. His head gets pulled back and a raspy chuckle escapes his mouth, I miss those laughs, “you looked like a snowman.” I exchange a weird stare before laughing at myself.

Why is it so easy to forget about everything when I’m with you?

We both hop in, warming ourselves within the heat inside his car, and from what I remember, Jimin wasn’t rich nor was he broke, we were financially both okay.

After telling him where I live, he drops me off and waits till I gather the keys in my hand. Only this time, I didn’t have my keys with me and instantly facepalm, walking back to his car like a lost child in a crowd.

I pout, “my roommate kidnapped my keys,” he narrows his eyes, “kidnap?” My eyes widened, reminiscing the way I structured that sentence. Whoops. “Yes, kidnap.”

He grins ear to ear, “you can come to mine until your friend is back home?” I smile back, I’m going to die in front of him. “Thank you, I would like that.”

Next thing I know, I’m sitting on his leather couch in his living room waiting for him to make us both a warm beverage. I asked for coffee and I immediately remembered when he used to make me milk coffee. No lie, it was amazing. He introduced me to it and till to this day, I still am madly in love with it.

It’s the warm speck of coffee in the mornings that make me feel like he’s actually home.

That he didn’t run away or abandoned me with a reason I hadn’t known.

Tip, tap, tip, tap, he puts both mugs on the coffee table ahead of us. His subtle intriguing scent contrasting with the aroma of a Starbucks shop, puts me in utter peace.

Is my Jimin really back?

I avert my attention to the two mugs sitting still as a statue. A whirling pattern of smoke drifts into the atmosphere and my body becomes stone cold.

He doesn’t remember me and I don’t know why. His memory doesn’t consist of us, it’s just him. My lips on his, was just a fatal montage swept away.

It hurts.

It hurts so much.

My love is gone, and I can’t do anything but smile like a fool at him.

Park Jimin had forgotten about his first love and the attraction that still cycles in my heart for him.

Because the coffee is black.

[chokemewanda]

Chances - B.Barnes

Part Six

Masterlist

Chances Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, angst kind of, Clint is a bitch, talks of past sexual assault

“I got it. I got it. I got it.” You squawked into the phone, the email open on your laptop in front of you. Bruce Banner had asked you to come in when you were able to discuss your proposal.

“I knew you would.” Bucky laughed. You couldn’t even think of a smart reply you were so happy about it all. “You’re going to love working with him.”

“Bucky, this is so exciting. This might be the single greatest thing that ever happened to me.” You gushed, reading the email again, ingraining it to memory.

“I’m glad. ‘Bout time you got some good news.” He sounded so earnest that all you could do was smile softly. “What did the others say?”

“Haven’t told them yet. I wanted to call you first.” You told him quietly and he fell quiet for a second. You almost thought you had lost connection. “Bucky?”

“You called me first?” He asked softly. You were surprised to here the quiet awe in his first. “Thank you for sharing that with me.”

“It’s all thanks to you.” You told him and he inhaled through the phone. “Wouldn’t have happened without you.”

“Oh yes it would have. You’re brilliant. You would have found a way.” He promised and your smile threatened to cut your face in two. “I’m glad you called me, sweet girl.”

“I want to celebrate on Friday.” You told him and he made an agreeing sound in the back of his throat. “I know a bar Wanda can get in to. You should bring Sam and Joaquin.”

“I’ll make sure they’re there.” Bucky promised and the listened to you read out the email from Dr. Banner.

Bucky stood at the bar, leaning against it with one elbow on the sticky surface. He was watching you laugh with Wanda, Natasha and Steve while waiting for his drink and he couldn’t help but smile when you all erupted again at the story Steve was telling.

His arm was thrown over Wanda’s arm and he held his drink in his other hand, waving it around as he dramatized whatever story he was telling. You laughed again and looked back at Bucky who winked when you caught his eye before you turned back to your friends.

“Barnes, is that you?” Bucky turned to find Clint Barton, grinning wide. Bucky clapped him on the shoulder with a grin. “What are you doing here on a work night?”

Clint had been an intern in communications and usually they worked together on the menial jobs that no one wanted. Until Bucky got promoted. And now he worked Saturdays which Clint teased him about endlessly.

“Celebrating.” Bucky answered, accepting his drink from the bartender, holding out cash to pay. “My girl got a promotion.”

“You got a girl? Is she blind?” Barton joked and Bucky only laughed, pocketing his change. He looked over at you again but it seemed it was your turn to tell a story and you were too busy making everyone laugh to look back at him. “Not Y/N.”

Bucky looked back to Clint when he heard your name, smile falling at the look on Clint’s face. “You know her?”

“A little.” Clint’s face closed off and Bucky gave him his full attention. Clint seemed to hesitate before stepping closer to Bucky. “You sure you thought that through?”

“You got something to say?” Bucky asked quietly, anger seeping into his tone. He wasn’t going to let anyone talk bad about you. “Be very careful.”

“Hey man, to each their own. If you’re okay with it then so am I.” Barton held his hands up defensively, stepping back again.

“Okay with what?” Bucky asked, his eyes looking up to find you again. Instead he found his sister wading through the crowd to land by his side.

“Okay with the fact that she’s not a one person kind of girl. She cheated on her last boyfriend.” Clint said and Bucky rolled his eyes. “You seem a little more possessive.”

“What’s he talking about?” Wanda asked Bucky who shrugged.

“That’s not what happened man, Brock was a dick.” Bucky scoffed and Clint huffed a laugh before shrugging. “He cheated on her, Wanda and Nat, the red head over there.”

“That was their whole thing. She’d hook up with other people at parties, he’d date around when she was busy. I’ve seen her in action.” Clint said and Bucky shared a look with his sister. Steve joined the small group, offering Clint a nod. “She cheated on him all the time.”

“Who’s this?” Steve asked with interest as he gestured for the bartender, ordering himself and Wanda a drink.

“Y/N.” Wanda answered shortly, anger on her face. “She had the cheek to act all fucking cut up when she cheated on Brock first.”

“No she didn’t.” Steve looked at them all like they were crazy and Clint scoffed. “No she fucking didn’t Clint.”

“Oh yeah and that party with Val was nothing?” Clint asked venomously and Steve almost choked on his drink. “Thought so.”

“That was nothing. You don’t even know what you’re talking about.” Steve dismissed, drawing Wanda and Bucky’s attention. “It was a different situation.”

“There isn’t a situation in which cheating is okay Steve. Thought you’d know that better than anyone.” Wanda told him coldly, stepping closer to Bucky.

“She didn’t cheat on him.” Steve insisted. “You think her tears were fake? You were there when he found her at Nat’s place.”

“What’s going on?” You asked, appearing at Steve’s side. You shared the same cool nod with Clint that Steve had and looked at everyone’s expression.

“Just telling everyone about you and Valkyrie.” Clint shrugged, sipping at his drink. You blinked, looking straight to Bucky.

“Why?” You asked in confusion. Steve’s hand came to grip yours and your stomach dropped at his expression clouding over.

“Clint thought I should know what I’m getting myself into.” Bucky told you coldly and you recoiled at his voice. You looked up to Steve again who was clenching his jaw.

“Getting yourself into? By dating me?” You asked. Your voice was quiet, barely registering over the noise of the bar. “Because I kissed Val at a party?”

“While you were dating Brock.” Wanda scoffed and you winced. Steve glared at Wanda and Bucky pulled his sister closer.

“Yeah but-“

“Fuck, you had us all eating out of the palm of your hand when really you’re just a slut.” Wanda scoffed and Steve turned red.

“How about you shut your damn mouth when you don’t know everything you should.” Steve snapped.

“Don’t fucking talk to her like that!” Bucky warned and you winced before tugging on Steve’s hand.

“We should go.” You told him quietly and his face softened when he looked back to you.

“Yeah, let’s get out of here.” He sighed tossing money on the bar. “You don’t need this shit.”

“Don’t forget, Stevie’s got the clap.” Wanda warned you venomously. She didn’t see the tears in your eyes but she did see Steve flush and open his mouth to argue. He sighed in the end and gave up, following you from the bar.

You had met Valkyrie at a party a few months after you and Brock had started dating. It was fun and exciting and your favorite place to be was curled under his arm. Valkyrie had been very openly gay and had expressed interest in you straight away despite you telling her you had a boyfriend.

Brock had laughed when you told him as much and curled his arm a little tighter around you while talking to Val. He ignored her lingering looks through the night and she ended up being pretty good fun.

Later in the night when things had chilled out you were sitting in Brock’s lap with Valkyrie one side of you both and Clint on the other. It had surprised you when Brock leaned up to whisper in your ear encouraging you to kiss Valkyrie.

You had told him you didn’t want to. You were committed and you weren’t interested in her. She had heard you both and grinned, encouraging you to listen to your boyfriend. You told them both that the thought made you uncomfortable.

Brock didn’t stop, telling you how hot it would be, how much he’d love it if you just made out with her a little bit. She continued to add her own thoughts and by the the time you had reached the end of the night you were feeling a little tipsy and had taken Brock at his word, kissing Valkyrie.

The following morning you asked Steve to breakfast and cried over the whole thing. You hadn’t wanted to kiss her. You just had done as you were told. Steve told you to talk to Brock about it. That you wouldn’t do it again.

It hadn’t been the last time. Brock just learned how to be better about it. Waiting until you were very drunk to find Valkyrie at a party and encourage you to do it all over again. Told you he found it hot.

He would ask you during sex sometimes to tell him what it had felt like, amping the stories up in his own mind to make them seem like some erotic show just for him. Every single time he did it you grew uncomfortable and it hurt that he couldn’t tell.

Eventually you grew more reluctant to get drunk with him and chose to stay in and study rather than go out when you knew Valkyrie would be there.

It had never stopped Brock talking about it when you were together. It had never seemed like so much of a red flag until right this very moment. Sitting in the back of a cab with Steve, crying your eyes out into his shoulder as he held you.

You had sat Brock down one day and told him how you had really felt about it, how sick it made you feel and he dropped the topic immediately, never bringing it up again. You could finally relax except you had no idea how he had been spinning the story behind your back.

“You gonna be okay?” Steve asked and you nodded against his shoulder, sniffling quietly. “You working tomorrow?”

“No, Sunday. Thank God, if I had to see Bucky then I’d probably die.” You told him honestly. Steve only hummed in understanding, holding you close.

[nyotasaimiri]

Arc Two (redux) 19

((It’s hard to queue up, the summer school kids are bonkers and wear me out. But I’m still kicking~))

“What? Me?” Marcy’s tone was almost identical to a flustered Oldarva’s, and Nyota had to clench her jaw to keep from laughing at the mental image of an apex-Marcy fluffed up like Eldie did. “I mean, I’m flattered, sure, but I don’t think I would be much good for you? I don’t even know if I passed those last history tests.”

Amusement pulled the smile back to Lana’s lips. “Wait to hear what she wants from you first,” she advised.

Nyota found herself mirroring Lana’s smile as she put a reassuring hand on Marcy’s shoulder. “Don’t worry,” she said. “This isn’t the kind of history that you’ll be tested on later. We don’t even know the right answers yet. That’s where we would need you.”

“I still don’t follow,” Marcy said. “I mean, I’m good at research, yes—” Her eyes lit up as it clicked. “But that’s all you need, isn’t it?”

“That would be quite helpful, dear,” Esther confirmed happily. “These old eyes aren’t as quick as they used to be, and two minds work sharper than one, you know.” She adjusted her glasses and started rummaging through a canvas bag that was fastened to the side of her wheelchair. “Now, where did I put it…? I know it’s here somewhere.”

Marcy hesitated. “Would I need to come here to help you?” she asked, twisting a lock of hair around her fingertip. “I don’t know if my parents would like that much. We’ve already been out for a while, and it’s a bit of a hike to the teleporter. I’ll have to ask them.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, dear,” Esther said. Her voice was a bit muffled as she leaned over for a better look into the back. “I say, if—aha, here it is! Take this with you.” She held out a slim electronic notebook. “Don’t worry, it is sturdier than it looks. This is my old laptop. It has most of my research on it, so you’re welcome to look through that if you like.”

“Oh wow.” Marcy took the laptop, careful to support it with one hand beneath. “You’re serious about that?”

“Of course!” Esther chuckled. “I wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t serious. Nyota and Lana here can tell you that. More important than the research, though, is that I have managed to sneak a few upgrades onto it, based on what little I understand of the Ark’s technology. You should be able to contact me at any time with this. You might even be able to get in touch with Nyota, too, given that I can reach her myself.”

Nyota reached over and very gently pushed up under Marcy’s chin.

Marcy closed her mouth, looked at the laptop, handed it to Nyota, and went as if to hug Esther, but remembered herself and offered a handshake instead, which Esther accepted with another warm laugh. “Thank you very much, ma’am. This means more than I can say. Really.”

“Well, I’m glad you like it so much,” Esther said. The laugh-lines across her wrinkled face deepened as she patted Marcy’s hand. “I’m just glad that it can see some more use again. It still runs quite nicely. Now, I probably shouldn’t keep you, if you are worried about being away from home too long, but I can send you more information about what I’m researching once you’re home. How does that sound, dear?”

“That sounds lovely,” Marcy told her. She stepped back and took the laptop back from Nyota, holding it close. “I’ll try not to let you down.”

“You’ll do just fine. Would you like a mint humbug?”

“So, you planned this?” Lana asked quietly, stepping up beside Nyota as Marcy accepted the sweet from Esther. The low, heavy syllables of the Apex language felt both jarring and sweet against the backdrop of Esther’s Galactic Common.

“Not completely,” Nyota confessed. She kept her eyes on Marcy and her voice low to respect Lana’s clear wish for a private conversation. “I haven’t seen her since… since the Ruin destroyed Earth. We… both thought the other had died in the aftermath.” She swallowed, uselessly, against the faint lump in her throat. “I had to tell her about Isobu.”

A tiny gasp caught in Nyota’s throat and rattled into a low sound of gratitude as she felt Lana’s fingers curl around hers.

“It’s alright,” Nyota tried to tell her, as if she believed it. “We had a good cry. She will need time to come to terms with it, of course…”

“You still haven’t.”

Nyota flinched. A good part of her was furious—how dare Lana read her so easily, and say it out loud, something Nyota had never even admitted to herself? But… “So you remember,” she murmured.

“Of course I do.” Lana leaned close; Nyota could feel short fur whispering against her ear. “That night is when I let myself love you.”

Nyota felt the blood rush into her ears but she didn’t mind. She just leaned back against Lana’s shoulder, scarf cushioning her hair, the smell of steel and summer around her. The sorrow and indignity melted. Lana said she loved her. Nothing else mattered in the world. Nyota’s lips opened in a quiet chuckle. How absolutely maudlin.

[j-graysonlibrary]

Heartbeats; Paradise Chapter 4

Title: Heartbeats; Paradise

Author: Jay Grayson

Word Count: 112K

Genres: Psychological thriller, drama, sci-fi, LGBT+

Available on: Kobo and my website

Synopsis: Melvin Hardy and Kade Axel appear to be a match made in heaven. After a meet-cute in the rain, the two quickly find themselves in a burgeoning, wholesome relationship.

Yet, things feel…off. It isn’t the ghosts of their pasts that resurface to test the strength of their partnership—no—it’s something nebulous. Something indescribable. Melvin can’t put his finger on it but, the more time he spends with Kade, the more he starts to wonder what’s real and what’s pure fiction.  

Full chapter 4 under the cut:

Chapter Four:

Each date has been something poetic and pulled straight from a movie or storybook. I can’t wait for each moment with Kade and he’s about all I think of. When I’m not at work, I’m either at his sister’s café or he’s at my apartment with me. It took no time at all for me to get used to all of his little quirks and I know we could live together with ease. He knows this too but I think he’s too worried about his sister’s reaction if he were to suggest moving in.

Then again, we haven’t exactly talked about it. Not directly at least.

I know Starla is protective over her little brother though she seems to have a soft spot for me as well. She almost always gives me something for free when I visit the café and she continues to urge Kade to see me.

On my side, there are no barriers. I am ready to accept Kade into my apartment at the drop of a hat. Already, I’ve begun to stock some of his favorite foods and a pack of travel sized toiletries lives in the bathroom for him to use when he stays the night. I have plenty of room in the closet for his clothes and, if he needs more, I’ll throw out whatever I need to.

It’s no problem for me.

I’ll do whatever it takes to make Kade happy.

At the moment, he’s occupying my couch and looking, frustrated, at his laptop. I know midterms are approaching and he’s been studying a lot more than usual for them. And the fast tapping on the keyboard tells me he’s probably working on an essay.

I watch his expression, unchanging, as he types with a fury. Whatever he’s writing about, he holds no love for it. It’s strictly obligation.

By the stiffness of his shoulders, I bet he’ll be sore later. He needs to relax. Take a break even. Though I suspect he’ll reject the advice until after he’s finished.

I cross my arms and wonder what I can do for him. I run through a mental list of options before settling on a rather cliché but effective strategy.

Food.

Since we started dating, I’ve been cooking a lot more frequently. I’ve gotten a lot better at it too and I’ve learned a few new recipes to appeal to my boyfriend’s specific tastes.

One of his favorite dishes of late is udon soup so I get to work on starting it. It’ll be a nice surprise—or so I hope—and it’ll get his eyes off of that laptop screen for a few minutes.  

As I’m chopping onions, I hear his sweet voice call out to me. “What’s a word that means destiny? Not fate but…”

I set the knife down and think. Not fate, I repeat mentally and try and fish for other synonyms. “Serendipity?” I try, shouting back over my shoulder.

“Ummm…I don’t think that’s what I’m looking for…”

I think more. “Kismet?”

“Definitely not.”

I laugh silently and to myself while returning to the onions. My mind is dried up and I shrug though I doubt he’s looking at me. “I’ve got nothing left, Kade. Sorry.”

A pause forms between us and I focus on the food. I have the stock ready so I just need to add the noodles and it shouldn’t take too much longer. There are some fishcakes I can add as well as eggs to poach in the broth (Kade’s favorite part) but, other than that, there won’t be any more bells and whistles. I hope it’s satisfactory.

Then I hear him again, mumbling this time. “Maybe it was serendipity.”

A smile settles on my face as I ask, “Writing about us?”

He laughs. “No.”

I knew the answer already, of course, but I do think we fit the criteria of serendipity. Everything about our meeting feels predestined and I can’t imagine a scenario where we didn’t meet eventually. If not on that rainy Thursday then some other time, in some other way.

And we’d be right here, no matter what.

There is something immensely comforting about that thought.

I prepare drinks as the eggs poach and I set the table quietly and without detection. He must be in the final throes of his paper with how concentrated he appears. It’s quite endearing, really, and I keep getting distracted by his serious face.

With the bowls on the table, I clear my throat. When that doesn’t work, I walk closer. “Got a minute?” I ask, casting my shadow over him.

Kade snaps up to meet my eyes, clearly surprised to see me so close. “Oh…what’s up?” His work mode is very intense and, while I do find him cute no matter what, I feel slightly neglected when I’m not the center of his attention.

To be fair, I did warn him of my jealousy.

“I made your favorite,” I say, hoping to ignite some spark of life back into him.

And, to my sheer delight, Kade sits up and closes his laptop in a flash. “Udon?!”

I nod and do nothing to hold back my smile. To see him so excited for my cooking makes all the hard work and preparation worth it. I can see myself doing this every day until our golden years—never growing bored of the same old same old.

Kade hurries to the table and I pull out his chair for him, pushing him in once he’s sat. I then take my spot across from him and watch eagerly as he takes his first bite.

“So good,” he says as soon as he can. “I needed this.”

“I know,” I respond and bask in the feelings of pride and joy. “After dinner and after you’re done with your paper, I can give you a massage. I noticed how tense your shoulders are while you write.”

Kade’s spoon stops halfway to his mouth and his brows turn up, suggesting he might cry at any second. Despite his proclamation that he’s overly emotional, I have yet to see him shed a tear aside the time we watched a particularly sad movie together.

“You’d do that?” he asks with a tremor in his voice.

“Of course.” It’s no big deal for me—not just because I am glad to do whatever Kade needs but a massage is also a great excuse to touch him. And the sounds he makes when he’s really enjoying a rubdown aren’t bad either.

Kade smiles and drops his spoon back into the soup. “You’re so sweet, Mel. What did I do to deserve you?”

“That’s my line—I’ve got to do what I can to keep up and earn my spot beside you.” And I mean it. Kade’s mere presence is like the sun to me. Without enough of him in the day, I grow weary and depressed. I can’t imagine life without him now that I know what it’s like with him in it.

He blushes and looks down to his dinner. “…You’ve already earned it, you know? You don’t have to do anything special.”

I shake my head. “I want to then.”

Kade and I finish our dinner, sharing fleeting glances that are full of unspoken emotion and a lingering intent. I feed off it and can’t wait until he’s done with his school work so we can get a little closer. There is a magnetism between us and I don’t know if I can resist it for much longer.

I leave the dishes to soak in the sink and stand behind the couch as Kade types for his life. He is going a mile a minute but I can sense the antsy energy around him as he’s just as eager to spend time with me as I am with him.

As he’s finishing, I reach down and clamp my hands around his shoulders, forcing them down and more relaxed. I can feel the muscles straining under my touch and I worry about the long term damage he’s doing to himself by stressing so much.

Eventually, I do manage to get him to loosen up some and I push along the natural lines of the muscles and pull a long, appreciative moan from my boyfriend. I smile and focus on that same spot, pushing again and again to try and elicit the same response.

Kade flips his laptop closed and sets it aside on the coffee table. “Done,” he breathes and leans away from me but only to turn on the couch, giving me an open invitation to join him.

I sit beside him and he turns away from me, clearly still interested in the massage. It’s fair as I was only able to reach his shoulders from my post behind the couch. So, I dig into his back, mapping out the locked in stress and pushing it out, one swipe at a time.

He lets out sighs and moans with each movement and I can’t help the direction my mind travels in. Since we started dating, we have done little more than kiss and hold one another. It’s still early, I know, and obviously if Kade doesn’t want to then we won’t but…

Perhaps now is the time to mention it. The idea of saying something so serious is daunting, however, and I’m not sure I can bring myself to. So far, Kade has been the one mostly leading the relationship. All I’ve done is ask him out in the first place.

My hands rise back to his shoulders, squeezing and pressing. They dip forward, sliding against his collar bone and the tops of his pecs. There is far more tension there than I anticipated and I pull him back, closer toward me.

Kade’s back meets my front and he limply lies against me as I drive my fingers along the long neglected muscles. I can tell it feels good as he leans his head back onto my shoulder and lets out a long, breathy sigh. His adams apple bobs and my eyes stick on it while my hands operate with a mind of their own.

I don’t even realize what I’m doing until Kade’s brow pinches together and his lips part, a gasp passing through them. “Mel,” he moans and squirms against me.

My eyes have to be forcefully peeled away but I need to know what my hand is up to. I look, in shock, at the placement of my fingers on Kade’s chest. I really hadn’t meant to but I am circling a most sensitive area and it is clearly affecting my boyfriend quite a bit.

“I should have asked,” I say on reflex and as a belated apology.

Kade’s breath is shaking but he grasps my hand with his own and opens his eyes to meet mine in a heavy and mesmerizing gaze. “Ask me now.”

I can ask more than just this, I think and gulp in turn. It could break our perfect relationship but it could also enhance it if Kade is on the same wavelength as me. So long as we move in step with each other and retain this beautiful, domestic purity, I can only see us falling further into bliss.

“Can I touch you?” I ask and wait for his response. When he nods, I return my fingers to that spot, over his shirt, and rub against it with more intent than before.

Kade instantly moans and throws his head back against me, as if it’s the most pleasure he’s ever experienced. If our beginning is this intense, I fear more but I also crave it.

“Can I do more than just kiss you?” I boldly follow up before I capture his lips with mine. There is less precision and more wetness than usual. The smacks of our lips echo in the room and it sends a spike of desire through my being.

“Yes,” Kade answers with a husky voice I can certainly get used to.

We return to our kiss, imperfect and passionate and my hand travels from his chest to his stomach. I nearly stop as nerves seize me but with some prodding from Kade, I am able to breach one of our major barriers. My fingers slip under his pants and caress the soft, supple skin that has, until now, been forbidden to me.

Each new inch is beloved and I lose myself in the sensation. What more could Kade show me? What more newness can he make me experience?

I can’t believe this is real.

He begins to breathe heavier, my touches sending him to cloud nine, and I keep my eyes on his face. Those small changes in his expression are all new to me and I drink them each in greedily. I want to be the only one to see this face—to see these vulnerable moments.

I hold him closer as I bring him to the edge of paradise but the moment can’t last forever. He lets out one last moan and his body sinks and grows heavy. I want to repeat the process again but I allow him rest as I know he needs it.

Instead, I pepper his face with kisses and wait for him to rejoin me on earth.

“Mel…” he speaks my name as if I am the only person in the world he needs.

“Yes?” I cradle him in my arms, wanting nothing more than to stay here for an eternity.

“I love you.” His words are deep enough but, combined with the piercing look he shoots my way, I am completely captured in his spell. He could ask anything of me and I would oblige in this moment.

I say the only thing I can think and the only thing that makes sense to reply with, “I love you too, Kade.”

We kiss and it’s so similar to our last kiss that I wonder if we’ll repeat the fit of passion all over again. He pulls back some and takes some more, longer breaths and I give him the space to do it.

As I watch him, unblinking, I have another powerful thought that I can’t keep locked away. “Move in with me?”

His blue-green eyes widen and he looks to me in shock. “You mean it…?”

“Yes,” I answer before he’s even finished. I can’t wait. I can’t stand not having him around every second. I can’t stand not sleeping next to him every night any longer.

Kade’s eyes become even brighter somehow. “I’d love to.”

We hold each other and kiss once more and this time I don’t think we’ll stop.

[abbatoirablaze]

At Death's Door, Chapter 10

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: none really

“So if Tommy’s not due back for a while, how do you know somethings wrong?” Sam asked.  I stood in the corner with Dean, observing her.  He pretended to look a book on the shelf while Sam questioned the boy’s sister.

“He checks in every day by cell,” Hailey said, “he emails photos, stupid little videos.  But we haven’t heard anything in over three days now.  And some chick came by saying that she was an activist for the park, and something dangerous was going on.  I’ve been bugging Ranger Wilkerson but he’s doing nothing.”

“Well maybe he can’t get cell reception,” Sam said quickly, “I mean, especially if he’s in the middle of the forest.”

“An activist?” Dean asked.

“He’s got a satellite phone too!” she answered quickly, ignoring Dean’s question.

“Could it be that he’s just having fun and forgot to check in?” Dean asked. 

“He wouldn’t do that!”

“Our parents are gone, it’s just my two brothers and me.  We all keep pretty close tabs on each other.”

“Can I see the pictures he sent you?” Sam asked. 

“Yeah,” she said, pulling out her laptop and loading up the images, “That’s Tommy. This is his last message.”

She hit play and the older brother began to attempt to calm his younger sisters’ nerves.  But in the background, I could see the faintest of shadows speeding behind the tent.

“Well, we’ll find your brother,” Dean said in a comforting tone, “we’re heading out to Blackwater Ridge first thing in the morning.”

“Then maybe I’ll see you there,” she said, walking past us, “the last person that came went looking for him a few days before his last message.  She said that people were going missing, and she had to warn him.”

“I think I know how you feel,” Dean said slowly.  I looked at him and his eyes connected with hers.  He wasn’t searching for John; he was looking for Hannah.  He just hoped that if he told Sammy he was looking for him, he’d follow, “the girl…petite blonde thing?  Her name is Hannah and she goes after dangerous people…some might even call them animals.”

“Green eyes?” Hailey asked.  Dean nodded and she laughed, “she said that if she didn’t come back someone would come looking for her.”

“She’s my girlfriend,” Dean admitted.  I looked at him, brow raised, but he wouldn’t move his eyes from the girl, “I need to find her.  She always checks in too.  We can look for your brother as well.”

“Look I can’t sit around here anymore so I hired a guide.  I’m heading out in the morning and I’m gonna find Tommy myself.  If you guys want to join in, you can, but I won’t wait up for you!”

“Hey,” Sam asked, “do you mind forwarding these to me?”

“Sure,” she sighed. 

They exchanged email addressed and almost in silence we made our way back to the car.

“What was that?”

“Huh?”

I looked at Dean, “you shared a look with that girl.”

“He was probably just hitting on her,” Sam growled, checking his phone to see if she’d sent the emails yet.  He sighed and put it down.  Dean didn’t acknowledge my statement, “it’s Dean after all.”

“But he said he was dating Hannah,” I said, pushing it further, “that look you shared with her…you weren’t lying, were you?  Are you seeing Hannah?”

“I’m hungry Sammy.  Let’s get something to eat.” Dean said, ignoring me once more.  Sam didn’t argue and we began to look for a place to get some food.

We went to a bar and grabbed some food while Sammy went over the details.  He also slowed down the video to show Dean the thing rushing through in the background. 

“I told you something was going on here.  Dad probably came to check it out after Constance.  Hell, he probably got word from Hannah.”

“Why isn’t he solving the cases Dean?  This seems like a witch hunt?”

“He’s following Hannah, who’s following yellow eyes.”

“Hailey said Hannah was just here a few days ago,” I said, “If John left his notebook for you, we must have beaten him by a day at most.  I mean, who knows where Hannah or John are.  They could be anywhere.  You know that.”

“Well, we can’t just leave these people here,” Dean growled at me, “we have to help them.  It’s what dad would want.”

“Are you sure you aren’t just hoping that Hannah is still here?”

“Shut up Dahlia,” he growled, “what happened to wanting to help people?”

Sam nodded in agreeance with Dean, that John would want us to help, and went over how every 23 years like clockwork, people disappeared.  Then he mentioned in 59, how a kid had survived. 

That was our next stop. 

“I know why you’re really doing this,” I said as we waited for Sam to come outside.  I wanted to push him further, “you’re trying to find Hannah, aren’t you?”

“I’m trying to find my dad.”

“You don’t give a shit about your dad,” I said, smugly, “you’re going after her.  That look you shared with Hailey…you know Hannah went after whatever is in those woods.  John may have kept following yellow eyes, but you know Hannah wouldn’t leave civilians behind to just die.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said in a husky voice, “dad pointed us in this direction for a reason.  He left his journal.  He wouldn’t do that without cause.”

“He also knew that you would follow Hannah to the end of the earth.  I remember how you acted in Houston, Dean.  You were overprotective of her then.  That was before Bobby allowed her to go hunting with you guys’ full time.  I can only imagine how that protectiveness grew as she became an adult.”

“How do you know any of this information?”

“Your dad and I kept communications…who do you think kept an eye on Sammy all this time, Dean?  Someone had to watch him.  Just like someone had to reign you in.  Your dad knew that Hannah would keep you a good little soldier. You are wrapped around her finger…play the man whore all you want, but if push came to shove…”

“What are you trying to say?” he growled, looking at me, “are you asking me if me and Hannah are a thing?  If I banged her?  You think that’s why I’m such a good little soldier?”

“Did you?”

“No,” he said, mostly in disgust, “Hannah isn’t something you just fool around with.  She’s a kid for Christ’s sake.  Just 18.  I’m 26.”

“You’ve never treated her like a kid, Dean,” I said, choosing my words carefully.  I tried not to push him too hard, because I could see a look in his eyes.  He felt something for her, and something may have happened, but he pushed her away.  Was that the reason that she was gone now? “I remember going on trips with you guys.  When we would visit Bobby and Hannah.  She means something to you…and you told Hailey that you were dating her.”

“I can care about people,” he said angrily, “I’m not some heartless bitch of a demon like you are.”

“I’m not a demon,” I replied, “you know that, Dean.”

“Well, you’re not human,” he muttered as Sammy opened the door, and got in, “what’s the address, Sammy?”

“Who pissed in your Wheaties?” he asked, closing the door.  Dean didn’t answer.  Sam gave him the address and we headed off. 

Chapter 11

[decembermoonskz]

Tell me your fave route from collar x malice, izzy moon 😭! also I forgot the plot of the whole game and probs mixed it up with another otoge but I remember having it in my laptop so might play too while you’re playing 👁️👄👁️

I still have to answer the ask abt cupid paradise but IT SOUNDS SO CUTE GONNA WATCH THE TRAILER AGAIN

— chia chia 👼🏻

!!!! KEI! KEI WITHOUT A DOUBT!! LOOK AT HIM 🥺🥺

(I chose way too fast tbh… I’m not sorry tho) I only got to watch his route before getting to play myself so I’m very eager to play the other routes myself especially since yanagi’s route is locked until you complete the other four 👀✨

But back to Kei, he’s my bean, I absolutely love him. Without a doubt I’d choose his and tbh even tho I haven’t played the other routes yet, I’m confident his will still be my favorite (although I’m calling it that yanagi will probs tie once I get to it) LOL you just think he’s such a space case initially who’s not really worried about too much but once you delve deeper into his story and past you just grow to love him and want the best for him.. 🥹🥺 Also I know my personal bias is coming in when I say I tend to fall for the characters Yuki Kaji voices 😭😭 his characters somehow almost always become my favorite LOL

edit: read more was glitchy so I took the spoiler stuff out unfortunately 😭😭😭 (if you want to play while I’m playing then I guess you’ll just have to play his route and find out LOL)

but anyways please come and ask me about this game at any point and I’ll rave about it (or any game for that matter that I’ve played or am playing). I have so much love for cxm even when I haven’t even played it much myself 💜💜 ty for coming into my inbox as always chia I love receiving asks from you! they make me smile uwu be well!!

I can’t wait to play through this route in it’s entirety. I’m on chapter 2 now and even knowing a good chunk of this route has not stopped my reactions from coming out. It’s like the first time (especially since I’m playing it myself now)

[deaconusdelirium]

Unsuspecting Visitor

———

Take this, very ooc? Or in character? Of our dear Danny:)

Warning: Danny being a stalker, strangers to lovers, sleep deprived reader, fluff, shitty movie references

———

The night was long, almost lonely, and insomnia was no joke. It was almost two in the morning and there was no sign of sleepiness whatsoever, walking towards the kitchen, your phone rang, hearing the same tune as always.

Unknown number calling…

Odd, no one ever called that was ‘unknown’ so with little entertainment you had left, you picked it up. “Hello?” The other end wasn’t surprising. Dead. One last attempt, “hello?” The call ended, at least it was something to think about while you grabbed a drink. The phone rang again, unlike being yourself during the day, you answered with the same calm tone, “you hung up” a small quick ‘oh’ and a hand over your mouth made the person on the other side laugh. “Who’s this?” Furrowing your brows, you looked at the number then put it back to your ear.

“Guess” it seemed he only talked in short answers, “mm, I don’t know” truth be told, you couldn’t think of anyone, he certainly didn’t sound like anyone you knew. He groaned, “aren’t you just adorable when you make that face” his voice sounded clear yet, scratchy, eyes widening. You looked around, the curtain was closed, the door was locked and so were the windows.

“Don’t do that, I’ve already seen you. Hundreds of times, and every time I see you, you just tend to stand out more” he sighed, “what do you want?” “Oh nothing, nothing. Thought I would drop by since you haven’t turned your lights off. And I was bored, why not pass the time with one of my favorite hobbies?” His smile was basically heard as he ended his sentence.

Swallowing thickly, you looked around again. “So stalking people is your hobby huh?” Maybe if you could just walk up the stairs and into your room, you could just lose him. “I wouldn’t call it stalking, more like.. watching out for you” he hummed, his voice went farther away from the phone and then he came back, like he was doing something. “And go ahead, give it a try. I’m right behind you sweetheart” did he know of your plan?

You haven’t even said anything yet your escape from this mans prying eyes were ruined. “What do you really want if you know exactly what I’m going to do?” Maybe he would be able to tell you, “like I said love, I’m just passing the time. Speaking of time, why are you up at this hour?” He asked, “I could ask you the same thing, why are you up watching me?” Noticing the sarcasm in your voice, he laughed, “come now, don’t be like that. Is it because you’re trying to… turn your homework in?” He had to have been in your living room, but he didn’t sound like it.

“Maybe, maybe not. Besides, it’s not homework” “don’t lie to me, it’s obviously English. How are you failing a language you already know how to speak?” “Oh, why don’t you go do it then? Show me how it’s done” Wondering if he ended the call, you pulled away and noticed it was still on the line. “I would, but why would I ruin the fun?” “You scared of revealing yourself? Or do you really not know how to do English?” A quick scoff came from him, “I don’t need to tell you that, it’s almost three. You believe in the witching hour?” He teased, “no.” “If you wanna stay safe, I advise you go to bed. That pretty face of yours isn’t going to be so pretty if you keep this up, class can wait”

Was he actually trying to tell you to get some rest? You barely even know the guy, much less seen him and he was already bossing you around. “I don’t have to listen to you, home invader. Besides, I’m not tired” “go to bed Y/n. I promise, I won’t come back” it sounded like a lie. A trap even. “Mmm” “if I could pinky swear, I would, I’m mentally holding it out to you sweet cheeks” “fine, get out of my house, and don’t come back” the call ended and you walked back into the living room. Picking up your laptop, you noticed you fell behind a lesson, it didn’t matter. He was watching, whoever he was, and knowing he wouldn’t leave until you went to bed was a downside.

The rest of the night was quiet, no sound just the soft chirping of the crickets outside. An occasional gust of wind, all calming.

A small ring on your phone lit up the ceiling, checking the message,

Unknown number: go to sleep Y/n

Smiling, you texted back

You: I will, make sure to lock the door

Read

Laying back down, you wondering if he was just kidding. You clearly locked the door and made sure everything was shut, perhaps you forgot to close a blind, yeah. Yeah maybe you did, you wanted to laugh at your recent reply,

Unknown number: I will, now goodnight:)

The front door slammed from downstairs, making you sit up. So he was inside. No no.. it was probably, just your imagination. Insomnia taking play, this is just a hallucination…

———

The sunlight peaked through your curtains, hitting your eyes as you squinted, opening them. Cars driving around already, grabbing your phone. You noticed it was charged, you didn’t plug it in, and your door was closed. You don’t remember doing any of this last night. Then again, you were tired, not being able to recall falling asleep. 11:37 in the morning. 11:37?! Your work was suppose to be turned in at six. Running to your closet, you put on some clothes and opened the door. On the floor was a plate, some French toast with fruits, powdered sugar and tea?

A small note peeked out from in between the handle of the mug, picking it up, ‘it seems I had more time on my hands then I thought. I didn’t poison the food, enjoy<3’

The small heart made you blush, then smile. Grabbing the food and drink, you headed downstairs and into the kitchen again. Setting the food done and grabbing the laptop off the coffee table, this time. Your teacher didn’t email you that your work was missing, opening the grade book, your work was turned it with a hundred percent. Ok.. maybe he wasn’t so bad, but he was still a stranger, who knows, a killer or thug.

The day went on, your work had been done so there was nothing to do. Nighttime came around again, and eating dinner alone wasn’t necessarily new, your phone rang, noticing it was a message

Unknown number: why the long face Y/n? Miss my cooking? Or are you just lonely again?

You: you said you wouldn’t come back

Unknown number: I lied, so what, I’m not committing a crime

You: yes you are, ever heard of trespassing?

Unknown number: yes I have, but you’ve already made me feel at home. Besides, your food doesn’t look too bad

You: what about it? I’m not a great cook, I know that. Why are you even bothering me?

Unknown number: I didn’t say my food was better than yours. For all I know, I haven’t had a bite this evening, and I might just go out and eat with you

Catching your attention, you knew he wouldn’t but he said he might, ok, that was improvement

You: you would never

Unknown number: I could, but I won’t. I just wanna see you sit there and look pretty for me just a little longer

You: fine, you at least going to tell me your name if you want me to stay here?

Unknown number: I’ll pass. After all, you’re the star of the movie, there’s nothing to know about me

You: fine, I’m going to bed

Unknown number: typing

Unknown number:…

-Unknown number has changed their name to Danny-

You: Danny huh? Don’t think I’ve ever met a Danny before

Danny: you’ve got your wish, now stay there

You: don’t know, I still feel uncomfortable with talking to a person I don’t even know who’s stalking me

Danny is calling…

A small huff left your mouth, then answering it. “Don’t be like that Y/n” “I’m still going to bed” “you’re not even tired” “what if I am?” “Then it gives me more time to get to know you personally” did he go through your personal belongings?

“Danny-” “oh Y/n. You sound so good when you say my name” his voice interrupted your sentence. You ended the call, you knew he was in the house, so you stood up. The phone rang, but you left it in your back pocket. Grabbing another plate, you got some food out for Danny. Your phone kept ringing, finally picking it up. “I was kidding!” “Goodnight” “don’t go” “foods on the table” before he could answer, you ended the call and walked to your room again.

———

The next day went as expected, Danny left another note saying your cooking was good and he was surprised you fell asleep at a better time. The next few days went on, becoming weeks and then a month. You’ve got to know him better, his full name, his favorite animal and his favorite food. Just little things, and within that month, you found yourself falling for this ‘Danny’

Tonight was just another one of those nights where everything felt slow, and you knew you weren’t going to bed as easily as you’ve been doing the past few times.

Danny🔪: what would you say to an unsuspecting visitor at this time?

This message was new, he’s never brought up this topic before

Y/n❤️‍🩹: Depends. If it’s family, the doors wide open. If it’s you, stay outside.

Danny🔪: your door isn’t even locked. If you don’t want me coming inside, go lock it

For some reason, you didn’t feel like talking to him tonight. You didn’t get that excited feeling nor did you want him to actually come inside. Standing up, you walked over and locked the door, turning back around to see a black hooded figure holding your laptop on the couch. A yelp made him look your way

“Y/n my darling, might I say you look even more stunning before my very eyes” he joked, time felt fake, and there was no words to explain how you felt “y-you… your., youre Danny?” “Don’t act so surprised sweet thing, we’ve been talking for months, this shouldn’t be scary” the milky white mask he wore, you’ve seen it before. Your mouth was dry, lost for words, you jumped a bit as he leaned forward, his elbows on his knees as his gloved hands interlocked.

“I don’t bite, come sit down. I promise to keep my hands to myself” he raised his arms, signaling he wasn’t going to do anything. “You promised before, and you broke it. How could I possibly trust you this time?” His hand came under his chin, thinking. “Y/n, my Love. I’ve shown you more of myself to anyone I’ve ever ‘stalked’ if I do touch you, you can chase me out, I swear” he seemed desperate

Carefully walking over, you sat back down on the couch. “Speaking of scary, you got any horror movies?” He seemed very energetic, giddy. “The remotes right there” he grabbed it, turning on the TV and settling for Pyscho. Every now and then he would peek over to see you still doing your work. He checked his phone, it was definitely one in the morning again. It was too quiet for his taste, “you see Y/n, that could be us” he pointed to the part where Norman had that lovesick look in his eye when he spoke to Marion

“You mean the part where he goes and kills her because he pretends to like her?” He groaned, “no, that was his moms doing. You see! There, right there!” He rewinded and pointed to the part where Norman continued to stare at the woman before him. He did smile when you let out a small laugh, “whatever, you keep doing you”

“You mean, the ‘stalking’?” He questioned, his hand having the mind of its own as it made it way towards your leg, he quickly stopped himself. “If that what you call ‘looking out for me’ then I suppose so”

———

Another month went by and Danny seemed to be getting more comfortable and open. He came around a lot earlier in the day, sitting down and eating dinner with you. Watching movies late at night when you couldn’t sleep, or just playing games.

“Danny!” “Y/n!” Punching his shoulder, you glared at him, he had tendencies to be a little inappropriate at times. He rubbed his arm while laughing. You noticed he began to take his gloves off, “you cold or something?” He asked, “why? You hot?” “Only when I look at you” he nudged you, “Danny.” “Ok maybe… yes. If you don’t mind-” he shrugged his black jacket off. And boy did you get an eye full of those beautiful biceps. His black shirt hugged him in all the right places, especially his muscles. His torso was smaller than his broad shoulders and the faint outline of his abs was visible.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer” he teased, “wheres your camera?” He was definitely taken back by your remark, “haha, very funny. I don’t want to play this anymore” he whined as he threw the Uno cards in the air as they all landed. You seen he had all the shitty cards, making you laugh and clean the mess up.

Eventually, you both settled for another horror movie, this time it was Silence of the Lambs. Danny kept pointing out every scene where Hannibal flirted with Clarice, “that’s going to be us soon” his hand came to shake your shoulder, he always said similar words whenever there was a romantic scene in a horror movie. It was getting late again, and Danny was quite a handful to keep up with. You swore you only closed your eyes for a second. A minute later, or so you thought, you woke up. Danny was laying on the couch sleeping while you laid on top of him. His mask still on as his arms fell from your sides.

The same nightmare again. It was getting both annoying and unbearable, sliding off of him, you walked towards the kitchen. All the lights were still on, The Boy was playing. Grabbing a glass of water, you leaned against the island, thinking to yourself. A warm hand pressed against between your shoulder blades, “you alright?” “Yeah.. yeah I’m good. Sorry. Um, I have a guest bedroom. You can sleep in there” he was quiet, he turned you around. Grabbing your cup of water, lifting his mask up to his lips and finishing it.

“We we’re doing just fine before,” he pulled your wrist and led you back to the couch. He laid down, then pulled you on top of him again, the sound of screaming from the movie was the only sound to be heard. Danny’s head was turned to the TV, his hand played with your hair, twirling it. “Danny?” His head turned towards you, he couldn’t deny how beautiful you looked, your eyes were so intoxicating. “Yeah?” He whispered out, not wanting to disturb the silence. He froze a bit when your hand came up behind his head and played with his short hair under his hood. He soon relaxed as he realized that’s all you did, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the moment

“Can you take the mask off?” He was shocked at your question. His head shook no, you smiled and nodded, understanding. He weighed his options, he’s known you for months and he’s seen all of you. He let you in on his personal life as well, but never seeing his face. “Y/n” he called to you, once you were looking. His hand came to slowly pull his mask off. He watched as you stared at him, knowing you would do this. He looked away, only for you to grab his chin and face him towards you again.

He was nothing like you expected him to be, he was even better. His short but fluffy brown hair, dark brown eyes and a few piercings on his ears, one on his lip, strong jawline. A small scar on his right eyebrow, he got chills when you ran a thumb over his lip piercing. As if on instinct, his lips parted, that when you noticed the black ball on his tongue. “You love decorating yourself don’t you?” He smiled at your joke, his hand coming to grab your wrist that traced his features.

He didn’t notice that he leaned down closer to you until he felt your breath fan over his lips. How long he has waited for this moment to come true. If he could melt, he would, especially when your lips touched his. They were so soft, so loving, kind and gentle, just like you. Never wanting this moment to end, he nipped at your lower lip when you pulled away, making you snicker as his eyes remained closed for a few seconds after the kiss.

He grew worried as you sat up, hands on his chest as you turned around the grab the blanket you always had on the couch. Just then, his gut tightened, already imagining you in this position once again. Your heavenly body meeting his as his hands guided your hips up and down. How your much smaller body was all his to keep, he didn’t care if he was greedy. He wanted you all to himself, and that was exactly what he was going to do. But for you, sleep was on your mind as you laid back down, but on his side so you could see the TV too.

He couldn’t recall having a moment like this in his life, ever. So with careful movements, he wrapped an arm around you and held you as you both watched The Boy. He hugged you tighter when Brahms kissed Greta, “that’s us” only to be short lived when she stabbed him, his grip loosened on you, “just don’t do that to me” “I don’t plan on it, now hush” even after you told him to be quiet, he continued to point out every scene and make a comment. Surely this was his favorite night of all.

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I was bored, I was watching horror movies, and just got done playing DBD. What better way to spend these slow nights than writing a small fic?

[allthingsfangirl101]

Reassurance–Joe Keery

Masterlist

My hands were shaking as I waited for the email. I jumped when our apartment door opened.

"So?"

I turned around to see Joe walking in. He put his keys on the counter before jogging over to me. He rubbed my shoulders and leaned down, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

"Nothing yet," I sighed.

"You know what they say," Joe teased. "A watched email never comes."

I looked over my shoulder, his expression dropping when he saw the look on my face.

"I'm sorry, babe," he whispered. "I was just trying to lighten the mood."

"I know," I sighed. I tilted my head up and puckered my lips. Joe smiled before leaning down and kissing me. When he broke the kiss, he smirked.

"I can think of something we can do to keep your mind off the email," he said with a deep chuckle.

"Joe," I sighed, trying to hide my smirk. "I'd still be distracted."

"Oh, I don't know," he said in a sing-songy voice as he pulled my chair away from the kitchen table.

He knelt in front of me and put his hands on my knees. He leaned up and touched his nose to mine.

"I'm pretty good," he whispered giving me chills.

"I'm not doubting that you're good, baby," I whispered. "I'm doubting myself."

He leaned back and looked into my eyes. "Y/N, you are going to be an amazing lawyer."

"What if I don't pass?" I whispered.

"You will," he said sternly. "You're going to pass the test and you're going to become a lawyer, a damn good one. And I will be by your side, every step of the way."

"I love you," I smiled. He reached up and caught a tear that I hadn't noticed.

Joe opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by a ding coming from my computer. We looked at each other with wide eyes.

"That could be it," he said as he nodded his head towards my laptop. My breath got stuck in my throat.

"I can't do this," I stuttered. "What if. . . Everything I worked for comes down to this test score. . . If I don't pass. . . I'm a failure."

"No," he said quickly. "You're not. Some people have to take the bar multiple times. It's normal."

He sat up and kissed me. When he broke it, he leaned his forehead against mine.

"Go ahead," he whispered. "You and I both know you're dying to check the email."

I leaned back, an embarrassed blush building. I took a shaky breath, hesitating. Joe stood up and turned my chair back towards my laptop. He started massaging my shoulders as I opened my email with shaking hands. When I read it, I had to reread it because I didn't believe it.

"So?" Joe asked, practically bouncing on his toes behind me. My answer came out barely a whisper.

"I passed."

"You what?" Joe gasped.

"I passed the bar," I said, a little louder. "I'm a lawyer."

Joe laughed excitedly as he pulled me to my feet and picked me up, spinning me around. The shock finally wore off when Joe put me back on my feet but didn't let me go. I wrapped my arms around his neck, a happy sob getting stuck in my throat.

"You did it, baby," he whispered. "I knew you would."

                                * * * * *

After I passed the bar, I started working at the second-largest law firm in LA. My dad was an attorney there before he retired. His old partner still works there and was happy to interview me.

My schedule quickly got busy. As much as I tried, there were days I never saw Joe. Our schedules didn't match up. Finally, Sunday night I was home. I was working, but at least I was home.

"Hey, babe," Joe called from the other room. "Do you want to go to dinner?"

"Sure," I said, partly distracted. "Where were you thinking?"

"How about France?" He laughed.

"Just because I'm focused doesn't mean I don't understand what you're saying," I mumbled. I let out a surprised gasp when he leaned down and started kissing my neck.

"Or," he whispered in my ear, "we can order take out and stay home. I feel like we haven't seen each other in months."

"I'm sorry," I said through my moan as he continued to work his way up and down my collarbone. "I know I've been super busy lately. I want to make it up to you."

"I can think of a way," he moaned.

About half an hour later, we heard the doorbell ring. "Joe," I giggled when he continued to kiss my neck. "Babe, that's the food."

"They can leave it on the doorstep," he said before continuing to kiss me.

"Then I'll get it," I smirked. I started to get out of bed, but he stopped me.

"I got it," he said. He pressed a kiss to my lips before getting out of bed.

I tucked my knees into my chest as Joe threw on a shirt and left the room. I sighed before slowly getting out of bed. I threw on some spanks and a tank top. When I left our room, Joe gave a tip to the delivery guy and closed the door. He instantly smiled when he turned around.

"Food's here."

"I can see that," I chuckled.

We ate our Chinese food on the couch while we watched one of our favorite movies. Halfway through the movie, I noticed Joe seemed like he was in some kind of a daze.

"Hey," I said, getting his attention. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he shrugged.

"Joe?" My heart sank when I realized he was holding something back. He looked over at me, the look in his eyes killing me. "Talk to me, babe. What's wrong?"

"I hate to say his," Joe sighed, "but lately I've been. . . I'm afraid, babe."

"Of what?"

"I'm afraid that now you're a lawyer, you realize I'm not good enough and. . ."

"And what?" I asked when he didn't continue. My heart dropped into my stomach when I caught on to what Joe was worried about.

"You think I'd leave you because I became a lawyer," I said, more like a statement than a question. "Baby, how could you think I'd leave you? You and I have been through way too much for that."

"I know," Joe stuttered. "It's stupid. I know you wouldn't do that. The thought popped into my head the night we found out you passed the bar. We went to dinner, had dessert at home, and after you fell asleep, I started to think. Then I quickly started to spiral and I kept those thoughts to myself which only made them worse."

"Joe," I cut off his nervous rambling. "Honey, those thoughts are normal."

"You've stood by me through anything that's come up with my job," he sighed. "How could I doubt. . ."

"I love you so much, baby," I said when he didn't continue. "You're right. I have stood by you through everything, and I have no doubt that you'll stand by me through everything and anything that comes up."

Joe leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I smiled as he pulled me onto his lap and leaned us back into the couch. The movie continued to play as we got lost in the kiss. I laughed against his lips as he laid us down, hovering over me.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, breaking the kiss.

"It's okay," I shrugged. "I'm sorry I haven't been home that much."

"You're home now. And we kind of got interrupted earlier."

"By food?" I teased.

"I didn't say it was a bad interruption," Joe playfully sighed.

"Okay," I laughed. "I'm sorry. Where were we?"

Joe leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I smiled into the kiss as we got lost. He broke the kiss earlier than I would've liked and leaned up so I could see his smirk.

"I believe we were in the bedroom."