#╰ ✦ * ｡ — TAKE YOUR BRAIN WITH YOU . ( FAYE . )

[ellethespaceunicorn]

The Howling of Claw Creek Forest, Chapter Five

Chapter Five: A Biting Truth

Rating: Mature, 18+, Minors – DNI

Pairing: Werewolf!Walter Marshall x Reader

Word Count: 2.8K

Series Summary: You live in a small town called Claw Creek, surrounded by a deep, dark forest. Since you were a kid, an urban legend of the creature in the woods has been told. If the distant howls at night and mutilated livestock are anything to go by, you fear the stories to be true.

Chapter Summary: You and Walter talk about some things, you listen to a voicemail, and then talk a little more.

Warnings: anxiety, fluffy moments, mentioned smut, a lot of shirtlessness in this chapter, spicy late-night texting (not sexting technically)

A/N: Thank you all for being hella patient with me as I worked on my mental health. It has only been a month but I feel tons better already. I hope you enjoy this one. A special thank you to @peyton-warren for being my lovely beta and soundboard for this. 

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The tension in your muscles wakes you up. You had quite a night but you weren’t exactly upset about it. Stretching out your arms, you reach over to find the space next to you is empty and cold.

The last time you checked, there was a sleeping werewolf in bed with you. Now, there is just a wrinkled set of bedding that only serves to get your brain working double-time.

Did he leave? Were you too much for him? Did he change his mind about needing to care for you?

You pull the covers off you and sit up only to feel light-headed. Your senses dull and return to you tenfold, the smell of coffee invading your nostrils and giving you hope. 

You tiptoe out of bed and head to the bathroom to freshen up. Splashing water on your face, brushing your teeth, and doing something quick with your hair has you feeling a bit better about the sight that first greeted you in the mirror. You tiptoe back into your bedroom and pull on some sleep shorts, an old t-shirt, and a pair of fuzzy socks.

This totally looks like I just ‘woke up like this’, you think to yourself.

Making your way downstairs, you are greeted at the bottom of the stairs by a shirtless Walter holding a fresh mug of coffee in one hand. He hands you the mug and kisses your forehead.

“Bacon and eggs are almost ready. I hope you don’t mind me raiding your fridge. I was starved and I figured you would be too. And there is more coffee where that came from,” he says, smiling down at your surprised face.

You suddenly smell the bacon and your stomach grumbles, as if on cue. Walter laughs and ushers you to sit down at your dining table. He soon brings out two plates of scrambled eggs with cheese alongside bacon. Setting your plate in front of you, he takes your mug and refreshes your coffee and you enjoy the view of his ample ass as he walks away.

Once seated again, Walter opens up to you. “I’d like you to know a couple of things about me. Maybe should have told you these before we… you know. But, better late than never, right?”

You nod silently while picking up a slice of bacon and taking a bite to keep your mouth occupied.

“Right, well. I have a daughter and an ex-wife. They’re with my old pack. Faye, that’s my daughter. I miss her so much. We talk on the phone every week but I know her first shift is coming soon. I can feel it. Angie, her mother, and my ex-wife takes great care of her. I know that. But I wish I could do more. I had to leave the pack, though, because I disagreed with the Alpha. Well, less of a disagreement and more of a fight where I almost killed him. I didn’t want to kill him so instead I left. My best friend Jace, another pack member, is keeping an eye on Faye and Ang,” he peeks up at your eyes for a moment before continuing, “I just didn’t want to keep that from you. You deserve to know what you’re getting involved with.” He sits back and looks into your eyes for some kind of acceptance.

You reach over the table, putting your hand in Walter’s before speaking up. “Thank you for telling me, Wolfie. I appreciate you bringing me in on what you’re dealing with. It can’t be easy missing your daughter like that,” you reassure him, knowing that it’s your turn to open up, “I told you a bit about my ex-fiance, James Syverson, but you should probably know that I was the one who broke off our engagement.”

Walter nods for you to continue.

“Our relationship was always pretty fast. We got together while he was home for a bit from active duty. And then, we were making plans to get married. I wasn’t upset about that because I thought he was ‘my Sy’, ya know? But then, everything came crashing down right before he was deployed again. He wanted to get me pregnant so badly. I wasn’t ready to be all alone with this little life inside of me that wouldn’t know their father until he came home.” 

Bad manners be damned, you pick up another slice of bacon and chew while you speak, “We just couldn’t see eye to eye on that and in the end, I gave him back his ring and told him that I didn’t want to be an Army wife and have our kids be without a father for the most part. I broke up with him just before he deployed and I still feel awful about it. But, I mean, he did expect me to fall in line and I’m just not a soldier. I had my own plans for how things were supposed to go and it was much slower than what he had in mind. That being said, it’s kind of funny that I met a werewolf less than a year later and after one night, he may have gotten me pregnant. Not exactly in my plans, but for some reason, I’m not afraid to see what happens. And that is new for me so all I ask for is a little patience.”

You sit back in your chair, looking down at your plate, half-eaten and surely cold by now. You feel overwhelmed after talking about Sy, you still feel like shit for not giving him what he wanted. For so long, you thought he was your everything. You wanted to make him happy, but you chose your own happiness in the end. And that had been the hardest decision that you had ever made.

You are still in your head when you register Walter kneeling at the side of your chair and turning you face him before he speaks to you. “Tell me what you need.”

You look down at him and smile, his bright eyes are focused on you and his hands are soothing at your waist. You reach your hands to his face, cradling his bearded jaw before leaning forward and kissing him sweetly. You lean your forehead against his and sigh.

“I just need you, Wolfie.”

“You’ve got me. I’m not going anywhere, Pup.” He pulls you from your chair and into his lap so you wrap your arms and legs around him. Holding you tight to his chest, he shifts to sit cross-legged. You enjoy caressing his back while he sighs and kisses your neck. You can’t stop the mewl that escapes your lips at his tender touch.

You pull back and look into each other’s eyes, smiling and wondering if the other is thinking the same thing. 

Walter looks at his watch, looking back up to you with hopeful eyes. “I have about an hour before I need to get home and changed for work. How long do you have?”

“I don’t have to be in til 1. We’ve got time,” you offer, tangling a hand in his unruly curls.

Walter stands, holding onto you like a koala bear as he walks to and up the stairs. Getting to your bedroom, he sits down and lays back so you straddle his hips. As you lean up, taking off your shirt, his hands settle on your hips. You can feel how aroused you are for him as he guides your hips to glide over his clothed, yet hardening length.

And that is when your phone decides to ring.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” “Are you serious?” You both speak at the same time and can’t help but laugh.

You reach over to your nightstand for your phone, picking it up to see Olivia’s smiling face greeting you. You answer it and sit back in Walter’s lap.

“Hey, Liv. What’s up?” You put a finger to your lips and Walter nods so you slowly grind your hips into his. Watching his brows furrow as you give him just enough friction to enjoy himself.

“Hey, girl. I was just checking up on you. You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just taking it day by day, you know?” You place a hand on Walter’s abs and glide your fingers through his chest hair. Apparently, he is ticklish and he chuckles despite trying to be quiet.

“Girl...is that your mystery man? Tell him I said hey.”

“Olivia says hey, Walter,” you announce, to which he replies: “Hi, Liv.”

“Well, I won’t keep you. You enjoy yourself, girl. Lord knows you needed it. If he has any cute friends, keep me posted. Talk to you later. Bye, Walter!” 

“Bye,” You hang up, tossing your phone back on the nightstand before leaning forward to kiss the grin off of Walter’s face, “Now, where were we?”

He grips your hips and turns you both so he is on top. “I think we were right about here,” he coos, sitting back on his heels and pulling your shorts off, your socks following after. Keeping his jeans on, he slides them just slightly down his thighs.

He takes his time with you, listening to your body telling him what you need. He licks and nips at your neck. Grabbing at your legs, he pushes them back so he can go deeper. He holds on tight to his own orgasm until you have had two of your own. The only sounds in the room are his groans, your moans, and your shared breathing.

Once finished, you lay in bed cuddling until Walter checks his watch again and grumbles to himself. You watch as he gets out of bed and pulls his jeans back up. Grabbing a robe, you follow him down to your living room as he gathers the rest of his clothing.

He puts on his coat and turns to you, unsurprised that you are still watching him. He makes you promise to call him tonight after work. Leaning down, he pecks your lips and retreats a bit before you pull him back in for a steamier kiss. He smiles into it and you smile back.

You see him out and giggle again as you see that he actually did park on your lawn last night. He grimaces and ducks his head but you just scratch behind his ear and he is all smiles again. You watch until he is out of eyesight and then close the door so you can get ready for work.

Work is grueling for the first few hours. Well, one might say grueling, another might say it makes time go by faster. All you know is that you could use a break. Even though you quit smoking, you did miss the built-in ‘breaks’ that habit came with.

Once you sit in your car, you feel the stress of the last four hours ease off your shoulders. Though it lurks outside your car window, ready to jump back in place when you exit.

You scroll through your phone, replying to various emails and checking in with Liv. A notification pops up as a reminder to check your voicemail. Right, Sy had called and left you a message a day ago but you hadn’t opened it yet.

You navigate to the Phone icon, then to voicemail to see Sy’s unread alert. Pressing on the voicemail, you raise the phone to your ear and the message starts.

“Hey, Bug, it’s Sy...but of course, you knew that already. Caller ID, amirite? Anyway, uh, just wanted...wanted to say it was good seeing you today. Yer looking...good. Healthy. Jesus, I swear you’d think I was leaving a damn voicemail for the Queen or something. You remember you used to call me smooth, right? Not anymore, damnit. I just wanted to check in with you, ‘cause I went and got into a scuffle with a wolf out there in the woods. I’m fine, don’t you worry none. He got a couple nips in. But I got him right in the gut. The big bastard should be feeling that for the next few days at least. Hopefully, soon, we can put this wolf business behind us all. That’s all I had to say, I’m getting tired and you’re probably already in bed as it is. This damn message is getting too long, I think. Talk soon, bye now.”

You pulled the phone away from your ear and pressed the button to repeat the voicemail. Yeah, you heard that correctly. Turns out Sy is the one who shot Walter.

And just to make this even a bit more complicated, Walter may have gone and given Sy a bite. A bite that may or may not turn him into a werewolf.

You sit in the driver’s seat and debate just driving home for the day, but you pull up your big girl panties and force yourself to finish your shift. You clocked out and changed before anyone knew what hit them, all but running back to your car to make it home. 

Your thoughts run from Sy to Walter and back again so many times, who do you call first? Your ex, who may be struggling through turning right now, OR your boyfriend who doesn’t yet know anything is wrong. Right.

Turning on your car, you let the heat warm up the vehicle while you turn back to your phone. Hitting Sy’s contact, your phone starts to dial him. Three rings and you were just about on the verge of driving out to his house when he picked up.

“Hmph...’lo?” Sy’s sleepy voice sounds downright melodious.

“Oh, my God. Sy, are you ok? I am so sorry I didn’t get your message until now and I had to make sure you were o–“

Sy cuts you off in his confusion. “Bug, it’s...after midnight. You just leaving work?”

“Yeeeeeah, shit. I am so sorry. I just had to make sure you were ok. Getting into fights with wolves and all that, ya know?” The heat permeating your face was enough to make you wish the Earth swallowed you up.

“Wouldn’t say I got into a fight with him. More like, he whooped my ass and I had to shoot him,” he snorts, clearing his throat before speaking again, “Go ‘head and drive home. We can talk while you drive. So you know I’m safe, and I know you’re safe.”

“Yeah, got it,” you pushed the Bluetooth button to take over the call so you could drive and talk at the same time.

The short drive from work to home was just long enough for Sy to reassure you that he was feeling just fine. You made him send you a picture of his bite after you got off the phone. You shouldn’t have been surprised that he would send a fully shirtless pic of him in bed, barely zooming in on the wound on his hip. He looks really good.

The wound looks really good, you shut down whatever your brain decided to get stuck on and ask him for another closer pic. 

At least this time, you can only see half of his six-pack and much less of his happy trail. Thank God for small favors. You can see bruising around the bite, but it looks like it barely broke the skin. What does this mean for a werewolf bite? Who knows. But at least, he—the bite looks good.

You text him to keep you posted if he starts to feel feverish or anything, you can remember from movies and television that werewolves tend to feel feverish when they are changing. Is that accurate? Again, who knows?

But, you know who would know?

You respond with a wink face when Sy thanks you for checking up on him. He responds with his signature kissing heart wink face and you refuse to put any more thought into that shirtless man tonight. You shake your head and exit the messaging app to make a call.

One ring and he picks up, “Hey, Pup. You make it home ok? Just thought you were gonna call a bit ago.”

“Hi, Wolfie. Yeah, I made it home ok, baby. I just had quite a night and had to check in on a friend. I…had to check in on James. Seems you two have met. Uh, there’s no easy way to say this, baby–”

“Slow down, just start from the beginning.” Walter’s calm voice cuts you off and you just blurt everything out.

“You may have turned my ex into a werewolf. You bit him, and he shot you. So, can we freak out now or did you have a better time in mind?” You close your eyes, not sure what you were expecting him to say.

“Now is good, I think.”

Ok, I guess you could have predicted that.

To be continued...

A/N: Very sorry that this took about a month to get out, but my mental health was declining and I had to work on a few things.

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[forelsho]

I KNOW YOU

PAIRING— gojo satoru x gender neutral reader !

CAUTION— fluff, gender neutral reader but reader wears lipstick and perfume, gojo is WHIPPED, slight spoilers for hidden inventory, angst (for sat) if you squint, you wear an undershirt !

WORD COUNT— 584

NOTE— first work ever ! let's see how this goes :D and he's the title is based off a faye webster song..

gojo satoru has six, cerulean eyes— well, technically two as the other four remain invisible, but still. he has six orbs that are a great help, 'having sight x6 really helps a lot, you know?' he would always say that on a random tuesday evening during movie night; wherein you're both munching on popcorn and he whines and whimpers when a kurnell gets stuck in his throat.

on a daily basis, his six eyes are always assigned a mission; one for looking out, one for inspecting the person or thing he's conversing with, and so on, so forth. it's tiring, really, he could never rest. he never once saw black or the darkness in his life, atleast one eye is open, even when he sleeps. usually, when talking to a person, only his visible two eyes are focused on the person, the other four serving their purpose.

but that's never the case with you. there are only two pairs of eyes looking at you, but you feel like there are three. anyway, you have no idea where they even come from, the darkness of your boyfriend's shades fall over your own irises. allowing a barely audible view to be seen, as if someone painted black over your eyes and set the opacity to 80%. satoru should be focusing on other things right now, like, the fact that he's going to lose in a basketball match against suguru, or the fact that the ball is coming towards his face, or—

"ack!" he groans, his body meeting the floor. one of the few times where his guard was down, eyes closed in pain (he just wants to make sugu feel bad). he barely had enough time to get up and throw a tantrum at suguru when suddenly, another slop of meat fell upon him. his hands immediately go for that person, about to throw them off of him when he stops.

his appendages recognize the texture of your skin, the types of curve in your waist, the follicles around your body. his nose recognizes the scent you let out on a hot day during training, or on a romantic night where you're dressed up and wearing your favorite cologne. his ears recognize the pain and shock in your voice, eardrums throbbing as you let out an 'oof!' that hits his brain, as well as his body. he wishes his tongue could have something to feel of you, but he knows how you taste inside out; from messy makeouts that transfer the lipstick from your lips to his, to an indirect kiss wherein you eat from the same spoon. and most importantly, his eyes can see you. see how you fell on top of him, see how his shades are so close to falling off of your head, see how your uniform is ruffle and your undershirt peaking through the hem; he can see everything.

all of his senses are focused on you, nothing else. not suguru who lightly kicks his legs with the tip of his shoe, not shoko who's taking pictures, or not yaga slamming open the doors to the gym. instead they're focused on hoe you lay on top of him, on how you look so cute wearing something that belongs to him, and on how you whimper and whine for shoko to 'stop it! don't you dare upload that on the internet!'.

.

.

he only hears you,

he only feels you,

he only sees you.

and he couldn't have it in any other way.

#🌱 | parcel! #🌱 | jjk! #🌱 | gojo satoru! #🌱 | fluff! #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader fluff #jjk x reader fluff #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader fluff #gojo x reader fluff

[bts-roses]

excerpt: A Dream With an Idol

summary - You've been having dreams, oddly inexplicably realistic dreams with the man you, and the rest of the world, admires. But your heart grows tired of it when you start to fall in love with him, someone you don't actually know.

pairing - Idol!Yoongi x reader

a/n: This is a little excerpt of one of the writings T'm currently working on based on the song A Dream With a Baseball Player by Faye Webster. (More to come soon!)

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2 years ago

You don't notice the surreal atmosphere engulfing you as you sit on your couch. Your apartment looks the same as it always does, yet it feels inexplicably foggier, as if you could touch your surroundings and everything would fizzle and dissipate fleetingly into thin air.

Before you're able to clock onto the hazy feeling that seems to flow through your entire bloodstream, a breaking news segment on your TV steals your attention: apparently the scientifically proven cure for a broken heart is a kitten's ballad.

Normally, you would question this, grab your phone and debunk it through the internet for the sake of your sanity and your need to always be right. Instead, your consciousness accepts it and you grab the glass of water next to you, failing to register the way it feels like and weighs nothing in your seemingly numb hand.

As you're about to take a drink, a knock on your front door unexpectedly stalls you.

You practically float towards the door, not feeling the normally cold floor on your feet. As the door swings open, you're surprised (but not sceptical) to find a very familiar face on the other side.

"Hi."

The man stares at you as if it was you who showed up to his door unannounced. His face is painted with just as much confusion as you feel.

"Hello," you breathe out, "Would you like to come in?"

"Yes?", the man unsurely says, following you to sit down on the couch.

You both say nothing, sitting in the silence you both subjected yourselves to. You stare at him in awe of how he looks close-up, the familiar features you would regularly admire in pictures is burnt in your heart with a brand new filter of details those photos would normally miss. He stares at you in a similar way, but he slowly explores the small details of your face in a way that signals to you that this is the first time he has ever seen you.

"I'm a big fan of yours." You break the silence, breaking out into a bashful smile.

He blinks.

He offers a brief smile back.

"Thank you." he replies, continuing to intensely stare at you.

You give an acknowledging nod, thanking him for his thanks. You purse your lips out in the undeniably awkward atmosphere.

"I'm y/n", you introduce yourself in attempt to hack at the silence, "I already know who you are."

This time he gives the acknowledging nod, a bit taken aback by your sudden bluntness. Yet a genuine smile sneaks out on his face and his brain doesn't catch up to the words that spill out of his mouth.

"Can I give you a hug?" He unexpectedly says, his face showing as much surprise as you feel.

In that moment, you realise he was speaking in Korean and you, despite never actually learning the language, fully understood it like you know the sun can be seen in the sky. The realisation, however, is momentary, finally processing his question. You don't even verbalise your response, instead moving forward to show him your answer.

Then all of a sudden, everything transcends into something that is inexplicable to describe in any other way except real.

He feels real.

You feel the comforting pressure from his arms around your body. You feel every soft shape, edge, and surface on his both muscly and soft body. You feel the soothing scent from him uplifting the senses in your nose. You feel the overwhelming warmth radiating from his body. The feeling is visceral, your heart drums throughout your body when you feel his heartbeat on your skin.

He is real.

As if shocked by electricity, you both move away from each other, staring at each other in pure shock. It's in that moment you take in the surreal atmosphere, the foggy surroundings, the ridiculous news on the TV.

You realise you're dreaming and yet the man in front of you is inexplicably real.

What haunts you is that his face mirrors yours. As if he feels the exact same thing you do, as if he finally registers everything around him is surreal, as if he too realises he's dreaming. He realises.

You're real too.

He moves forward towards you again and opens his mouth, about to ask you if you just felt what he did. You feel every fibre in your body about to do the same, to confirm that you viscerally feel everything, you can feel him.

But before you either of you can utter a single word, everything and anything selfishly and unforgivingly rips through the existence, so brutally that it forces your eyes wide open.

You wake up.

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a/n: thank you for reading! any feedback is greatly appreciated :) have the loveliest day <3

#bts angst #bts fluff #bts x reader #yoongi #yoongi x reader #yoongi angst #yoongi fluff #yoongi scenarios #suga angst #suga fluff

[visionsofmagic]

impossible to reach • heimdall, plot.

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― pairing: heimdall x greek goddess!reader

― summary: being both daughter of zeus and sister of kratos bring unbelievable events with them, but even them wasn't as astonishing as falling for heimdall, the son of odin who saw you as his second wife. ragnarok is at the door, odin is ready to manipulate you, kratos is there to fight for you and atreus is being a normal teenager who gets trouble. and you – you just see only him, god of foresight. what could be worse?

― wc: 1.4k 

― warnings & tags [for the chapter]: events takes place before atreus visit asgard for the first time [but he will visit it because of keeping up with the events of the game which will be differ in some parts for this mini series], reader is a little trickster, heimdall is dummy [so much], manipulating, pet names/nicknames, arranged marriage in the next part of the story, getting to the story slowly, just a plot not a chapter but get the idea. that’s all for now, we will see how things will turn out in next chapters. [an early warning!: the story/mini series will have mature scenes & contents [+18 in other words] in further chapters, so, I do not recommend minors to read even these innocent chapters. thank u.]

requested from an anon: An heimdall x reader where the reader is a greek goddess, the daughter of Zeus and came to Norway with her brother Kratos. When ragnarok comes she gets Odins attention and he wants to take her as a second wife but it’s heimdall she grows feelings for when she gets taken to Asgard by Odin. [the request is too good not to right. I am currently writing a heimdall x reader mini series but this one is worth to take a shot too and to fulfill anon’s wish and my own liking on the story, I will make 3 or 4 (maybe more if u want) chapters. so, stay focused, the journey begins.] [+ special thanks to anon for this amazing prompt. I hope you will like it! & u (readers) too. ^^]

*gif is mine, ehe*

all realms had their own beauty, something that made them unique in some ways; helheim for its cold that even pierce odin’s skin as they said, alfheim for its magnificent elves, jotunheim for its now no longer seen giants. and asgard, the home of aesir people, ruled by odin’s himself and the realm you went to prevent atreus’ unwanted visit to the realm, protecting the child from kratos, your brother’s, rage and odin’s manipulation.

even if the purpose of your visit was to say odin how he should stop playing with atreus’ mind, you were the one who he decided to play with; giving you so many promises, seeing how powerful you are, and trying to enter the inner circle of your mind. odin was a god of not only magic but also wisdom. freya always told you how odin, her ex husband who she hated most in entire realms, was always seeking for new knowledge. he wanted to gain power from knowledge, from wisdom. and he was good at it. his knowledge on reading people, judging them helped him to manipulate them better.

you were one of them. but only to his eyes.

no, you are not stupid. you are not like your brother who just takes action with rage he feels, not giving a damn thing about the consequences. you respected him, you always did and will but this wasn’t who you were. having same blood with kratos because of being zeus’ children you always found safety on his wings but thanks to the way he taught you to survive, you could easily go out from his wings, surviving on your own. you both had a deep bond unlike other children of zeus who betrayed both of of you, making your bond’s force increase.

all of these made you to come to a conclusion on how defeat odin if it become necessary; giving him a tricky behavior like you were ready to manipulate by him, entirely, like you had no brain at all to prevent his tricks. being aunt of atreus, there was a sensitive side in your heart for him. you were like a big sister for him or a mother figure, especially losing faye. you stayed beside atreus from beginning to now, to future as you wish, and you would not let anyone to hurt the boy.

so, here you were, standing in front of odin while he was talking to his royal soldiers; valkyries. as their wings stayed the same, their eyes moved from odin to you; clearly judging you. you were their enemy, and they were yours. no one could deny it but you had to act, you had to gain their trust. you didn’t like lying, you didn’t see it as a way to live your life but for the sake of your brother kratos and atreus, also mimir, freya, brok and sindri who were your friends – maybe more than that, you had to endure all of this. you had to act even if wasn’t in your personality.

“y/n,” odin said with a happy tone, pointing valkyries you with a smile, “she will be here as long as she wants.”

you smiled to them, giving a look like you were a friend who was happy being in here.

“I’m glad to here that, all father.” you said to odin.

then, slowly, valkyries left the area, leaving you and odin alone. you didn’t like them but now you really wished them to stay a bit longer. however, you knew how odin need space to play his tricks on you, so, you waited for him to speak but something stopped him to get closer to your body – something who was behind your body.

as odin made his way to behind your back, you turned around to see where he was going.

turning around, you saw him. heimdall – mimir’s voice echoed in your head. to get know your most dangerous enemy in asgard, you asked mimir to give you appearance of odin’s royal son, lord heimdall to aesir people, lapdog to mimir, and enemy to kratos. no, you didn’t see him as an enemy of yours – he was just your brother’s enemy. you needed to spend some time with him to get his real intentions on this whole ragnarok thing. so, as mimir described him, you thought how yo give first impression. you decided to feel the moment to make a decision about it.

he was exactly how mimir described; purple glowing eyes, a gold hair that braided, a white and gold colored armor, and a sword staying on his belt that he uses very well. mimir said how he looked others from above who wasn’t odin, his all father. the entire realms’ people in other words. you wondered why he loved his father so much because you never had a love to your father, zeus, in your soul or heart. this was the first thing you wanted to get know about him.

“heimdall,” odin smiled, “come, let me introduce you this beautiful lady over here,” he pointed to you while touching his son shoulder. the way heimdall looked at you was just opposite of odin’s look. odin had an positive and happy expression while heimdall had only confused one. “she is here to visit me and asgard personally. but as you know I have lots of work to do. so, I want you to take a walk with her, giving a tour to her in other words.” he turned to stunned heimdall, not noticing his odd behavior at all, “I trust you.” he said in a low tone but not too low enough. you were hearing it too. “do not make me regret.” a warning – a warning how heimdall should act as a well-behaved son, giving you a good tour in the realm.

heimdall tried to say, “but all fathe –“ but odin was already gone after giving you a little smile.

everything around you – around the realm seemed to fall silent, not even the sound of wind, or a raven of all father traveling around it.

being a such a silent situation, you tried to start a conversation, feeling odd feelings that caused goosebumps. “you are heimdall,” you smiled to him, “right?”

his eyes traveled on your body from head to toe, judging you clearly.

“and who you would be?”

“y/n,” you kept a little smile, ready to get serious if this it what he wants, “as odin said.”

“y/n?” he questioned, thinking a little harder to get your name better. he looked like he was trying to remember how your name sounded familiar. then, the reality hit him. “sister of kratos? enemy of all father?”

you shook your head in a negative way, not wanting him to get you as an enemy. no – you needed him to acknowledge you as a friend. “nobody is anybody's enemy.” what a lie. “I am here with good intentions.”

he seemed angry, “I can not tell.” he took a few steps to you, closing the gap. as his arms stayed on his chest, unified. “what makes you so special?”

you were confused. what he was talking about?

he took some steps forward, again, getting closer with each step. pointing you with his right hand while other one stayed same, on his chest, “what magic you use on me sweetheart? how I can not enter that pity head of yours –“

“I get why they hated you that much.” you said, cutting his speech suddenly. “always thinking about yourself except all father, isn’t that right?” you smirked, “sweetheart –“

“oh, no, no. you can’t escape like that.” he made a circle around you while your eyes followed his every move, “tell me your secret witchy witchy.”

you shrugged, “make me.”

challenging him wasn’t something serious but from the look on his face, clearly in pure shock like you said dumbest thing in entire universe, you gave your best not to laugh.

as he was about to say something more, you stopped him with your hand, “look, heimdall. I just want to travel the realm ‘till odin come back. and I will do it with or without you. so, the choice is yours;” you began to walk to other direction of his way, “come with me and find out why you can not read me, or stay here and wait for odin to come with a disappointment look on his face.”

waiting for some moment, he began to follow you, right behind of your back. in that moment you didn’t know two things; one, how a long journey in asgard has began, and two, how heimdall would be beauty of it. as you believed and saw; all realms had their own beauty, something that made them unique in some ways. for asgard, the beauty was heimdall. son of odin who you will fall into.

to be continued.

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[wysteria-clad]

paring: moon boys x fem! reader; established relationship

warnings: dom/sub dynamic, subspace, mention of sex and spanking.

minors dni

tags: @friendlyneighbourhood-parker @devilish-mirage @twwcs @fayes-fics @syrma-sensei

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It happens when they are taking turns and fucking you at the same time. You get into a trance like state with narrow attention. The entire world disappears, focusing only the physical action of how Marc is spanking you with a whip. You feel like floating, a loopy smile on your face, your brain naturally high on endorphins.

The moment he notices you not saying anything, he immediately stops.

You had reached beyond the point of feeling any pain, completely senseless and can't speak a word. They can't take your word now asking if you they can proceed, there is no way they want to continue. They all agree to stop the play and decide it's enough.

It takes you few hours for you to completely recover and they take care of you with utmost affection and care.

You almost don't want to come out of that blissful state. But your boys knew you had to, and they bring you out of that state carefully.

Steven brings your favorite snack and drinks to eat so you can gain energy again. He cups your face and kisses your cheeks gently.

Jake cleans you up, and puts you in your comfiest favourite pjs, pulls up a blanket over you to warm you up, saying sweetest soft things in Spanish. He kisses your head softly.

Marc pulls you closer, rubbing your arm, back, caressing your cheek. He whispers words of praises. He then pushes few strands of hair out of your face, and kisses your forehead sweetly.

They take care of you both emotionally and physically, making you feel safe, loved and cherished.

#marc spector x reader #marc spector imagine #steven grant x reader #steven grant imagine #jake lockley x reader #jake lockley imagine #moon knight x reader #moon knight imagine #moon knight #900 followers celebration

[urauntiefaye]

Faye sis, my brain sometimes lacks sanity💀 And I can't prevent it (please help me)༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ || You know I now have a hard scenario since the morning that sometimes makes me confused with my dirty thoughts🤺 || The scenario is about my Jo again of course (I have a hard time getting it out of my brain compared to getting my brain out of the scenario about Taesan or myungjae)🫠

That scenario "This started when I saw his uniform, hairstyle and facial expressions on the red carpet at AAA 2023. My brain keeps thinking he is part of the school's popular basketball circle. Seeing him in a uniform like that and his hairstyle like that would definitely make the girls go weak in the knees for him. Yeah, I imagine I'm his enemy who secretly loves him, and always gets 'burnt' if I see him flirting with other girls. Like 'bro, you should be mine!'. I often 'touched' myself in his locker room when school was really quiet (All the students have gone home). I did that out of desperation because he and I were enemies who often hurled curses at each other. And one day he caught me touching myself while crying because I was really on the verge of breaking down because he didn't know how I felt at all. I moaned his name quite loudly and didn't realize that he was watching me. When I climaxed on my fingers, he would catch me with a mocking face and then give a little humilation. Still with him wearing a uniform like at AAA but it's a bit messy, he would probably squat in front of me with a mocking face, saying that 'Shit, it turns out my own enemy needs me. Pathetic'. But he held my finger, which was still wet from my own 'doing', then sucked it. Tasting me in his mouth💀. That would be a sexy and hot sight.😵‍💫 Bro, he will make me his 'toy' right then and there and confess his love when he climaxes inside me. After finishing, I would think he would take off his accessories he was wearing (such as bracelets and necklaces), then put them on me who was still panting🤭. He would say "My darling beautiful girl". I can't imagine what will happen tomorrow after he claims me brutally, even though he and I are enemies before. When I entered the cafeteria, he wouldn't let me sit on the bench, but on his lap🌚. Making his fans shocked and jealous because they didn't expect Jo to choose his 'enemy' as hisprincess."

I hope these hard thoughts don't enter my dreams, because if they enter my dreams while sleeping, when I wake up I will cry because it's not real😭😭😭😭😭

I really need psychological help because my brain is thinking crazy things constantly👀

XANDRA IVE FUCKING MISSED YOU AND YOURE BEAUTIFUL BRAINS *kisses your brain*, how've you beeeeen?

But nooo reading this has DONE THINGS to me, you don't understand. You can't just drop this off because what if it enters MY dreams huh!?

I love the idea of him calling you "My Beautiful Darling" please this mans

Jo

I love you 🥺, I need more of your beautiful thoughts

#&team hard hours #auntiefaye🧚🏻‍♀️ #&team smut #&team jo hard hours #asakura jo smut

[inkpot909]

I loved your one shot with Spike! He was soo pure with his feelings 😭Do you have any HC’s for when Spike realizes got a crush and he’s fallen in love with them?

A/n: Thank you so much for the lovely message; I’m glad you liked the one-shot! Spike Spiegel is one of my absolute favorite characters of all time, so I was more than happy to write this request for you. I hope you enjoy!

Warning(s): Swearing.

Falling in love overall brings out the best in Spike Spiegel. 

Having a special someone in his life gives him the extra kick in the ass he often needs to keep motivated. Not long after realizing his feelings, many aspects of his life become something done ‘for you.’

He works hard as a bounty hunter, earning money in order to have the ability to support the both of you and show off his successes (you’re just about the only member on the Bebop he willingly financially assists). Taking a more active role in caring for Ein was born purely from wanting to share the weight with you.

Now, don’t be mistaken, he’s still your lazy yet loveable Spike. But there’s added pride in what he does that wouldn’t be quite the same without you in the picture.

Spike does not shy away from flirting. It comes to him naturally, meaning he’ll flirt with you a good amount even before learning the extent of his feelings. He’s confident, has his fair share of romantic experiences, and is aware he’s the type to turn heads.

What mainly separates his treatment of you and his short-term relationships/hookups, is that he’s very reactionary. Spike deeply cares about you, so he’s going to take his time in studying your body language and responses to his flirts. He’s patient enough to put in the time, and persistent enough to put in the work.

He’ll adjust his actions according to your responses, especially if you’re shy and don’t favor getting teased in front of other people. His usual approach is quite forward, regardless of location or the people around. But if that makes you nervous, he’ll start off much more discrete. Discomforts such as those matter a lot to him, as what’s important to you is important to him. And ultimately, he hopes that you’ll return his interest. 

Not only that, but he’s a total showoff. From smoothly beating up a group of assholes, to lying about the amount of times he wins at card games with Jet. Even if you merely blush or smile, that’s good enough incentive for him. Jet once even felt the need to inform you it’s best to take what Spike tells you about his own skills with a grain of salt.

However, humor him and play along with the joke- he thinks it’s adorable. It boosts his ego, sure, but deep down he longs to know your opinion of him. Even if it’s tongue and cheek, it warms his heart to believe that you think so highly of him.

Before long, it’ll turn into a common conversation shared only between the two of you; especially when alone. It’s one of many inside jokes he’ll be sure to form with you.

Spike is also very protective. He wouldn’t ever describe himself as possessive, but he certainly likes keeping you within arms reach.

If you’re not a bounty hunter, he’s going to want to know where you are and how you’re doing quite often. Partially, he loves being your knight in shining armor, but it goes a bit deeper than that. The thought of not being able to keep you safe from his past or present… it eats away at his brain. 

But if you're a bounty hunter as well, or generally engage in a dangerous lifestyle like him, he’ll hold back just a bit. He knows you can hold your own in tough situations (undoubtedly a huge reason as to why he fell for you in the first place). He does have his moments, though, where letting you run off towards peril is done begrudgingly. It’s hypocritical of him, but he cannot stand whenever you leave the Bebop without telling him beforehand. Spike could care less if Faye or Jet know about where you rush off to; just be sure to let him know. He’ll grow sick with worry if you’re gone for days on end, and isn’t above lecturing you on your recklessness.  

Initially, it will admittedly take some time for him to realize how he feels about you. Especially if you meet after Julia’s unfortunate end, he’ll be closed off from his own emotions.

Regardless of that, he’s going to need a bit of a push. The life of a bounty hunter isn’t exactly a glamorous one, and he finds it difficult to deny his own hesitance over long-term relationships.

Luckily, the step he needs to take isn’t a large one. Just a moment of clarity; a skip of his heart beat. Full understanding of the warmth that builds within his chest every time you’re together practically comes at him with a steel chair. It was on an average afternoon, after having caught a decently-sized bounty:

With his chin held up, a cheeky whistle plays on Spike’s lips. Passers by give him a variety of strange looks, turned off by the tied-up man he’s practically dragging behind him. John Pilgrim was the name; a rowdy criminal with a shiny price tag attached to his person.

He tugs at his binds, letting out an obnoxious curse towards the bounty hunter. A mother walking by gives both him and Spike a disgusted look, covering her small child’s ears. Smiling casually, Spike gives her a nod and a pleasant “Howdy.”

Turning a corner, the Bebop is sitting just yards away. Ein’s excited barks quickly reach his ears; running circles around the ship's landing site. Ed is dancing around the chipper dog, cartwheeling and mimicking Ein’s yips. Jet is tinkering with Faye’s personal ship, a large frown on his face. You’re standing beside him, holding a bright red toolbox and observing his work in silent awe. 

Glancing at Ein, Jet raises a brow. Searching for the source of the dog’s glee, Jet is the first to notice Spike’s return. “Oi, Spike!” Jet calls out, immediately removing himself from Faye’s trashed ship. Ed stops cartwheeling, and your head perks up. 

“Spike!” you squeak. Your hands both clasp over your heart, dropping the toolbox on top of Jet’s foot.

“Yowch! Fuck!” the older man shouts, inhaling a sharp breath. His knee bends upward, hopping on one foot as he mumbles more curses and profanities underneath his breath. Ed erupts in laughter, pointing at Jet. As always, any mocking tone in Ed’s voice is totally unintentional. “Jet Black! Jet Black! Give him some slack!”

Spike stops walking towards the Bebop, sighing. Home sweet home. 

“Spike!” you call again. His eyes search for you, having lost track of you on top of the Bebop. He’s taken aback upon spotting you running towards him on ground-level. “You’re okay!” you pant, slowing to a stop in front of him before long. You clutch your stomach, having rushed yourself off the Bebop in mere seconds. 

“Whoa, whoa, of course I’m alright,” he chuckled, nodding towards his annoyed captive. “Got the job all done and everything.” 

“Well-...” you pause in order to take a breath, “You’d stopped responding to us. I figure that’s also why you don’t have your racer?” 

He nods, “Yeah; I’m sure Jet will be happy to repair it when he’s done cleaning up Faye’s mess.” 

You giggle, covering a hand over your mouth. Tilting your head to the side, you tell him earnestly, “I’m really so glad you’re safe… I was damn near ready to head out and look for you myself. Next time, tell us you’re abandoning your vehicle. Don’t get me so concerned! I worry about you, you know.” 

Spike’s eyebrows rise in unison, and both his hands release any tension. Now… that’s real interesting. ‘I worry about you…’ your words echo in his mind. Briefly, he recalls past missions. You always are the first to greet him whenever he returns. A bright smile is spread on your lips regardless of whether or not the bounty was caught. Even if the others are annoyed, it never halts your expressed happiness. You’ve even engulfed him in tight hugs before, so thankful that in your joy, you’ve damn near thrown yourself at him.

‘I worry about you…’ 

Heat rushes to Spike’s cheeks. In slow motion, he watches you race back towards the Bebop. You’re going off about how you’re going to “tell Faye you’re back safe and sound!” but the majority of what you say flies over his head. Your arms spread wide and chin tilts upwards. Inspecting your body language, Spike swallows a gulp of spit.

Why hadn’t you hugged him this time if you were so concerned? He wouldn’t oppose it. No, he wouldn’t. In fact, his heart pounds desperately against his ribcage just imagining you taking the opportunity. Your arms wrapped around him, head buried in the crook of his neck, and the both of you sharing each others’ warmth. Even if it lasts for a moment…

Turning back to him, your smile falls. “Spike!” you exclaim, frantically tripping over your own feet as you stumble into another run.

Chuckling, Spike closes his eyes. In dramatic fashion, he opens his arms for you to rush into. He ignores his flushing cheeks, and pushing through the possibility of Jet or Ed watching him act like some romantic gush. Instead, he braces himself for impact.

Running footsteps blitz right past him, leaving his arms empty, and a tiny gust of wind fanning his face. “Huh?” Spike blurts, turning. 

You’re running after John Pilgrim, wiggling away as discreetly as he can muster. He’s still bound up, but while Spike got lost in his thoughts, he’d slipped from the bounty hunter’s grasp with ease. You barely manage to keep up but with a single lunge forward, you tackle the man to the ground. He struggles against your grip, but you keep him pinned down, a feat made easier due to his restraints. “Spike!” you yell, “Why the hell did you let him go!?” 

“Shit!” Spike exclaims, jerking his body forward and chasing after you. 

After that day, Spike Spiegel no longer can define his feelings for you as anything other than affectionate and loving. It’s so clear to him at that point he’s nearly ashamed to have not understood before.

But being in such a state of mind allows hope to flood his heart, so he doesn’t get hung up on the fact. Instead, he immediately starts making up for lost time.

#cowboy bebop #spike spiegel #spike spiegel x reader #jet black #faye valentine #ed #radical edward #ein #y/n #headcanon #drabble #writing #requested #anon ask #anime #manga #fanfiction #x reader #fluff #romance #imagine #my writing #johnny’s work

[kirbyskisses]

kirby’s kinktober (thirty-one)

aftercare//spike spiegel (part 2)

happy halloween. i’m shadowbanned, but thank you everybody for me followed me through this crazy month. 

you almost to laugh at the way spike’s eyes never leaves your form.

he stands, sculpted form still naked as he puts fresh sheets onto the bed where you’d just made love.

love. you said you loved him. him. it wasn’t a slip of the tongue. not some random “i love you” brought upon by the shaking strength of your orgasm. not some general statement that you loved the feeling of his body - his cock pulling and pushing into your wet cunt. you weren’t remembering some other man or woman while in an orgasmic haze.

you looked into his eyes and with a slow, breathy tone said “i love you, spike spiegel” until he spurted ropes of hot cum inside you.

it wracks only his mind like a war flashback despite not being from more than 5 minutes ago.

“spike?” you call in a sing songy tone. it reminds him of faye for a bit before bring him to the present.

right.

the present.

focusing on the present now. the present where your beautiful, dark body that he was just entangled in stands with his wet and heated stains still on your thighs.

“oi! spike!” he shoots up. that one reminds him of jet.

“jeez! yeah?”

“you gonna stare at me all night or get in shower before we run out of hot water?” you chide but your face softens when he follows you like a lost child.

you moan at the refreshing feeling of the hot water and your hands wash each other. you scrub his hair.

his heart is racing. this is dumb. he’s not some hormonal teenager - you’d bathed him plenty of times when he was recovering from his injuries, too weak to move his arms.

now you say you love him and the touches make his brain into mush. he sighs and pulls you into a deep kiss under the hot water without warning.

“you really meant that?” he asks huskily when you pull apart, spit still connecting you. “loving me? the cowboy who got blood all over your couch and doesn’t even have a proper job.”

“i make enough money and you’ve been through hell i don’t expect you to get a job.”

you laugh but his brown eye is serious. he really means it. suddenly, you’re the insecure teenager as he takes in every nook and cranny of your body and facial expression. you bite your lip and let out a shy, “yeah.”

“‘course i did. but you’ve been through years of physiological and emotional trauma so it’s not like i expect it back. if that’s what’s got your head all stalled, feel free to forget it.”

he pauses and gives a sullen nod before turning away. you get the feeling he won’t say it back and it puts a pain in your chest. the pain is only fleeting however as you kiss his shoulder from behind and admire the scratches you carved down his smooth back.

“i liked that little song though.” you smirk, genuine humor and affection radiating off of you again in an instant.

spike lets out a pithy chuckle, turns off the water when dries both of you off, boxers on and a fluffy towel around his neck when he picks you up in a bridal carry.

“what the - you know i can walk from a bathroom to a bed, right spike? it’s like 5 feet away.”

his serious expression gives way to that same coolheaded, slightly cocky grin you’ve come to memorize when he lays you on the bed and restarts the sweet, vinyl record again, leaning to kiss you deeply again and again and again.

“yeah, and i also know you can cook. but let me get some chicken fried rice and warm blankets for the woman I love. then when we wake up - round two? i want to hear it again.”

“hear what again?” you tease but his hand, roughed from fighting for so long turns your chin to him - eye focused on you and you alone; no dream, no nightmares, no bounty hunting or smoking, just your eyes and the faded marks he just washed.

“i love you.”

#smut #full fic #x reader #cowboy bebop x reader #cowboy bebop #x black!reader #x black reader #spike speigel #spike x reader #spike spiegel #fluff #kirby’s kinktober

[rmtndew]

Come Home to Me 

Summary: A weekend with Walter, Fiona and Faye as their little family grows closer. 

Pairing: Marshall and OFC Fiona

Word count: 6,802

Rating: PG

Warnings: Mentions of a panic attack

I wasn’t sure what had happened. The day had started out fine. Walter and I had gotten to see each other for a little bit before we both left for work, which wasn’t always the case. We had coffee and breakfast together. I snuck extra snacks in his lunchbox while he was out warming up my car. It was a good morning. So where it went wrong, I couldn’t quite say. All I knew was that at some point in the afternoon, my anxiety started getting the best of me. 

I ended up locking myself in the bathroom at work and having a panic attack, then feeling bad that I wasn’t actually working and the guilt just made the attack worse and last longer, which just continued to fuel the guilt. It was a cycle that kept feeding itself. I finally managed to get myself under control enough to go back to work but Darcy knew something was going on and she sent me home. 

When I got in my car, I was feeling like garbage and needed to hear Walt’s voice, so I called him. I knew he might be busy and not be able to answer, but he did after just a couple of rings. 

“Hey, love,” he said, his voice instantly making me feel better. “Is everything alright?” 

I leaned my head back against the headrest of my seat. “I’m having a rough day.” 

“What’s wrong?” 

My teeth sunk into my lip as I chewed on it for a moment. “I don’t know,” I finally admitted. “A panic attack hit me out of nowhere. Darcy’s sending me home but I feel terrible that she has to do without me just because my stupid brain decided to have a random meltdown on Friday afternoon with literally no trigger.” 

“Hey, do not talk about yourself like that, young lady. I won’t have it,” he said, his voice taking on a very fatherly tone that he’d never used with me before. “Your brain is not stupid. Do you hear me?” 

I smiled. “Yes, bear, I hear you.” 

“Good. Now I want you to come home.”

I raised my head up from the headrest. “Come home? Not go home?” I questioned. “As in, you’re already there?” 

I could faintly hear him laugh. “I’m meant to be the detective in this family, Miss Sparks. Not you,” he teased. “But yes; I’m already here.”

“What are you doing home so early?” 

“We were able to connect our murder to similar ones in different states so we had to hand it over to the FBI. We’ll work it alongside them but for today, there’s nothing else I can do. Not until they review it. So for now I’m at home. I was going to surprise you with dinner when you got off work but I’ll have to find something else to surprise you with, unless you want dinner at two in the afternoon?” 

I laughed. “No. I just had lunch not long ago. I’m good. But you don’t have to surprise me with anything. Getting to spend the day with you is a good enough surprise.” 

“Then come home to me, darling. Let me hold you.”

I felt myself grin. “I’m on my way now. Love you.” 

“Love you, too, Fi. Be careful.” 

When I got home, Walter greeted me outside on the doorstep. He was wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants with socks. His perpetually tired look seemed packed away for the moment and strangely enough, he looked actually, well…rested. It wasn’t something I saw very often. 

“Hiya, handsome,” I said, smiling at him as I walked up the steps. 

He returned my smile. “Hey,” he said as I reached him. He pulled me in for a short kiss. “How are you feeling?” 

“I’m alright.” He gave his little grunting-humming sound as if he didn’t believe me and I laughed. “I am alright,” I said. “I’m tired from my panic attack but just because it feels like I’m dying at the time, it doesn’t mean they can actually hurt me. So I’m okay.” 

“Would a cuddle make you feel better?” he asked, the corner of his mouth ticking up in a slight smile. 

My own smile couldn’t be bothered to play it cool. It spread across my whole mouth as I nodded. “Yeah, a cuddle would definitely make me feel better.” 

“Good.” 

He kissed my forehead, then took my hand and led me into the house. Inside, I stopped short in the entrance as I was greeted with the sight of the biggest blanket fort I’d ever seen. It was in the living room and made from the couch and kitchen chairs. Sheets were held to one another with heavy duty plastic clamps and draped across the whole thing, and inside I could see that it was stuffed with blankets and pillows. 

“What’s this all about?” I asked. 

He shrugged a shoulder as he looked a bit bashful. “I couldn’t surprise you with dinner but I thought this might turn your rough day around,” he said. “If it’s too childish -” 

“Shh,” I said, cutting him off. “Sometimes childish is good. I could definitely use a break from being a grown up for a little bit.” I kissed his cheek. “Thank you.” 

As much as I wanted to crawl right into the fort, I wanted to get comfortable first. I changed into a pair of leggings and one of Walter’s shirts, happy to do away with my bra. Then I pulled on some thick, cozy socks and padded back out to the living room. Walter was already inside. I could see his feet sticking out and noticed that there was a hole in the bottom of his sock. I made a mental note to toss it and buy him a new pair. He must have heard me because he started moving around, then pulled back one of the sheets that was draped down over the front. 

“There’s not quite so much room as I thought there’d be so it will be a bit of a squash and a squeeze in here,” he warned. 

I smiled. “I was planning on squashing and squeezing you anyway, so that’s fine.” 

I bent to my knees at the ‘doorway’ and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back as he laid down. The sheet dropped, covering the entrance to the fort and dimming the light inside. I gave Walt a final kiss, then lay my head down on his chest and wrapped my arm around his thick waist. He rubbed my back and ran his fingers through my hair, playing with strands of it.

“This is exactly what I needed and I didn’t even know it,” I said, rubbing my cheek against the soft fabric of his shirt. I could feel the texture of his chest hair beneath it. “Thank you.” 

“You’re welcome, my love,” he said, then kissed my forehead. 

My hand strayed from his waist, making its way under the hem of his shirt. “Can I touch you?”

He hummed. “Of course. But if it goes past that, we’ll have to take it out of the tent.”

“Afraid you’ll pull a muscle in here without more leg room?” I joked. 

He laughed. “No. I ran out of blankets to put down under us so I borrowed Faye’s. I can’t do that to her stuff,” he said. “But also…pulling a muscle is a possibility.” 

“I’ll behave myself then. On both accounts.” I slid my hand under his shirt and ran it across his stomach. He hissed and sucked in for a moment. I looked up at his face. “Sorry.” 

“It’s alright. It just always surprises me how cold you are.” 

I smiled. “That’s because you’re always so warm. Everything and everyone feels like an ice block in comparison.” 

He laughed, his fingers dancing up my spine. “That’s true.” 

I buried my fingers in the patch of hair on his stomach and let my hand warm up before moving it up to his chest. There was something so comforting about touching Walter. About feeling his skin against mine. He was warm and his hair was soft and I felt safe with my hand laying against his heart, feeling it beat underneath my palm. I kissed his chest through his shirt. “Thank you for loving me, bear.”

“Hey,” he said softly and I looked up at his face. “You never have to thank me for that. I’m honored that I get to love you.” His hand stilled at the back of my head, cradling it. “I never thought I’d be in love again. I thought I screwed it up with my marriage and that was it. But you gave me a second chance. And I know that I’m by no means perfect, and I know that I’ll manage to screw things up down the line somewhere, but now I know how important it is to try everything I can to make it work.” He brought his hand around to my cheek and stroked it with his thumb. “I’m not an easy person to love. I know that. But you never let me see how difficult it is, Fi. You don’t know how much I appreciate that.” 

I smiled. “I find you exceptionally easy to love, Walt. I’ve been in relationships before and I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you,” I said. “It breaks my heart to know that you have felt this way and you had to watch it fall apart even while you were trying to fix it. It hurts me to know you thought you’d never feel this way again.” I lightly scratched his skin through his chest hair. “But I am so happy that I get to be your second chance.” 

That weekend was Walt’s weekend to have Faye. Typically he’d pick her up in the afternoon and bring her home. But on Saturday, I picked her up instead. My cousin Mel had invited the two of us to go to the mall with her and her daughter Juniper. One of Faye and Juniper’s friends was moving soon and she wanted to buy her a going away present and asked Faye to help. I was tagging along just to spend time with them. And to also get a cookie from the cookie shop. 

“Didn’t this place used to be like, a big deal when you were our age?” Juniper asked Mel and me as we walked through the very empty shopping center.

“Oh, it was hopping back then. Saturdays were crazy and it would have already been packed by now,” Mel said. “But Fridays?” She looked at me. “Fiona and I were mall rats on Friday nights.” 

“Ew. What’s a mall rat?” Juniper asked. 

Mel and I both laughed. “It was someone who spent a lot of time at the mall,” Mel answered.

“What did you do here?” Faye asked, looking around at the closed stores.

“We’d just hang out,” I said. “We’d eat at the food court and walk around. Back then, there was a store in every part of the building and sometimes there were booths and kiosks set up in the center or walkways, too. It’s hard to picture but there was a lot more to look at than there is now.”

Mel nodded. “Which was good because Fiona and I had very different tastes at the time so there were stores for both of us.”

“Different how?” Juniper asked. 

“Well, I was more concerned with buying push up bras from Victoria’s Secret and tube tops from Wet Seal, and she was wanting to buy American Eagle jeans and tank tops from Aeropostale,” Mel said. “We always agreed on the music store, though. We’d hit up F.Y.E. and look at CDs for hours.” 

“What kind of music did you listen to?” Faye asked. 

“At your age? Boy bands,” I said. “There were a lot of arguments over who was better: Backstreet Boys or NSYNC.” 

“You listened to boy bands?” Juniper laughed. 

“Yes, squirt. We listened to boy bands on our Walkmans while skating around the neighborhood together. And it was the best,” I said. 

“It really was,” Mel agreed. “If we’d only known then.”

We walked through the mall, letting the girls take their time as they tried to decide what to buy their friend who was moving away. Nothing seemed to spark their interest until we came to the Build-A-Bear store. There was a cute stuffed penguin in the window that they seemed to spot at the same time. I guess their friend Lexi was a fan of penguins and collected them and making one for her seemed like the perfect gift to them. I thought it was sweet. And it reminded me that they were still young. Still innocent enough to want stuffed animals and to want to give them to each other. That time didn’t last long. With high school, boys, stress, anxiety, and everything that came with growing up, it would eventually wear that thread down and separate them from the things people deemed childish. But right then? Right then a stuffed penguin was the most genuine thing they could buy their friend to remember them by.

They wanted to do it on their own so Mel and I bought coffees and sat at a table just outside the shop where we could see them inside but they had the freedom to do it on their own like they wanted. As they moved to a different part of the store, Faye saw me and waved. I smiled and waved back, then she and Juniper disappeared behind the big machine with all of the stuffing inside it. 

“She’s a good kid,” Mel said. “And you both seem to get along really well.” 

“We do. I never thought this is where I’d end up. You know that. When did I ever picture myself with a guy who had a kid? Especially a teenager?” 

She shook her head. “Never. And honestly, it was a surprise when I found out you were dating him.”

“It could have gone so bad. She could have hated me. I mean, I remember being fourteen. I remember how angry I was at that age. And I had basically a perfect life. If Mom and Dad had gotten divorced and I had to watch some odd, gangly lady hit on Dad? I would have hated her.” 

Mel laughed. “You’re not an odd gangly lady,” she said. “And I know for a fact you weren’t ‘hitting on’ her dad in front of her. You don’t even know how to flirt so you definitely weren’t forcing that with his daughter around.” 

“You know what I’m saying, though. She really could have hated me and no one would have blamed her for it.”

“I’m sure she was worried you might hate her, too. Juniper has friends who’s step-moms want nothing to do with them. Faye probably knows the exact same girls.”

“That’s something I never understood and I understand it even less now that I’m with Walt,” I said. “Why would you ever get into a relationship with a guy who has kids if you don’t want anything to do with them? And why would you want to be with someone who could abandon their own kid that easily? I just…” I shook my head. “I don’t get it. Honestly, I don’t.”

“I don’t get it, either, Fi. Some people are just selfish, I guess.” 

It took the girls close to an hour to do their thing. Mel and I talked and people watched while they did, occasionally catching glimpses of them in the store. Finally we could see them get in line to pay. Once I saw they were nearly done, I drank the rest of my coffee and took my and Mel’s cups to the trash. I was walking back to the table when Walt called. 

“Um…listen,” he said with a sigh after we’d greeted each other. “I know we both loathe socializing but…my cousin called. He lives out of state and we rarely get to see one another, but he’s been away for holiday and he’s having a layover here and wants to visit. I told him he could.” 

“A cousin? I finally get to meet another branch of the Marshall tree? I’m very intrigued.”

He did his grunting-humming thing. “Before you get your hopes up, he’s not like me. He…talks. A lot.”

I laughed as I joined Mel back at our table. “Are you saying your brooding nature may not be genetic?” 

He chuckled. “No. That’s the English coming out in me. But you’ll see soon enough. I’m heading to the airport to go get him now,” he said. “I thought instead of cooking tonight we could go out for dinner. Do you and Faye want to meet us when you’re done?” 

“Yeah, that sounds good. Just let me know where you’re going after you pick him up and we’ll meet you.”

“Thank you, love. See you soon.”

I hung up as Faye and Juniper were coming out of the store. Juniper was holding the traditional Build-A-Bear gift box that looked like a house and Faye was holding a plastic gift bag. They came and sat at the table with us and Juniper showed us the stuffed penguin they made. It was pale blue and wearing a scarf and ice skates. It was adorable. I didn’t know their friend Lexi but I couldn’t see how she wouldn’t love it. When she was done, Faye showed us what was in her bag. I had assumed it was something that would go with the penguin, but I was wrong. She pulled out a teddy bear with dark brown fur that was dressed in jeans and a blue sweater. 

“Aw, how cute!” I said. “Did you make it for yourself?”

“Actually I…made it for you,” she said, her mouth twisting off to the side in a worried look that reminded me so much of Walter. She held the bear out towards me.

“For me?” I asked, taking it from her. She nodded. “Faye, that was so sweet! Thank you!” I didn’t know why she’d made it for me but I couldn’t stop smiling as I looked him over. After a moment, I saw that there was a police badge clipped to the side of his pants and suddenly it all clicked for me. “Wait…” I looked back to her, grinning. “Is this your dad?”

She nodded again but smiled properly that time. “The sweater looked like one of his and when I saw the police badge I thought it would be fun to make him for you. You know, since you call him ‘bear’.” 

“It’s perfect. I love it! My own little Walter Bear for when he’s not home.”

“I thought maybe he can be friends with the monkey and hedgehog that Dad won you at Naples.” 

My face hurt from smiling so wide. “Yes! He’ll make an excellent friend for them. Thank you.”

She leaned over and hugged me and I hugged her back tight. I couldn’t imagine trying to push Faye out of the picture. She was an extension of Walter and if I loved him, then I had to love her. She wasn’t a burden in our relationship; she was a bonus.  

Once they had their penguin, the girls were done with the mall. Faye and I said bye to Mel and Juniper and then we went to my car. Walter texted as I was getting it warmed up and said that he and his cousin were going to a diner that was about midway between the airport and the mall and sent me the address. When we got there, I saw Walter’s truck. He and his cousin were standing at the tailgate, waiting for us. There wasn’t a parking spot beside it but there was one directly across from it. As I parked, Faye turned her head to look at Walter. 

“Wait, who’s that with Dad?” she asked and I realized that I’d forgotten to tell her about her cousin. She unbuckled so she could peer through the back window better. Then she gasped. “Is that…? It is!” She flung open her door and started clambering to get out. 

“Watch for cars!” I told her. 

I watched her go across the short distance to Walter and once she was safely there, I turned off the car and grabbed my purse, then joined them. Faye was being swallowed up in a hug by their cousin who I was surprised to see was bigger than Walt. They seemed to match each other height wise but he was broader. After he released Faye, he looked at me and I could see the family resemblance. If I hadn’t known better, I would have thought they were brothers. Walter’s cousin had shorter hair than him but they shared the same brown curls, they sported the same thick beard, and their eyes were practically identical. And when he smiled at me, he even had the same lines that crinkled around them just like Walter’s. 

“You must be Fiona,” he said, his voice surprising me with the thick southern accent. 

“I am.” I held out my hand and he shook it. “You must be one of the Texas cousins, right?” 

He laughed. “Yes, ma’am. I’m Sy. It’s nice to finally meet you,” he said. “Walter ain’t much of a talker but I knew you had to be something special because he won’t shut up about you anytime we do talk.” 

I smiled. “I hope he doesn’t bore you too much.”

He shook his head as he let go of my hand. “Not at all. I’m happy for him,” he said. “And I appreciate y’all letting me visit. I know it was last minute but I hadn’t been planning on coming this way until my flights got mixed up heading back from vacation and I ended up here. Then my layover got extended until later tonight and I figured if I didn’t come by now, it’d be a while before I got the chance to again.”  

“Of course. I’m excited to meet you. Walt has already met a lot of my family but Faye is the only one from his that I’ve gotten to meet in person so far. I’ve spoken to his parents and Charlie on the phone a few times but that’s it. So it’s nice to put a face to a name now.”

“Same,” he said. “Although, for me it’s putting your voice to your face because Walt sent me your picture not long after y’all started dating. Told me he was going to marry you.” 

“Stop,” Walter ordered as I laughed.

“What? You don’t want her to know how love sick you are?” Sy teased. Walter gave him a stern look but Sy just grinned at him before clapping his hand on his shoulder. “I bet you wished you’d ignored my call earlier, huh?” 

“I can still send you back to the airport,” Walter said. 

Sy laughed. “Yeah but you won’t.”

“You have far too much faith in that.”

“If you do, I’ll call your momma and tell her what you did.” 

Walter crossed his arms over his chest. “You’ll call Mum and tattle on me?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. “Like we’re twelve again?” 

Sy gave another laugh and nodded. “Yep. Just like that. I ain’t got no shame about it.” 

“You don’t have shame about anything.” 

I saw Sy’s face do the same frowning-smile that I’d seen Walter do before. “You’re not wrong.”

“I rarely am,” Walt said

“Can we go inside? I’m freezing and I want a milkshake,” Faye said. 

Sy laughed. “That makes sense. You’re cold, so let’s drink something frozen.” 

“It makes as much sense as drinking coffee when it’s hot outside. It’s like a hundred degrees in Iraq in the summertime and you were there for ten years, did you not drink coffee at all in the summer?” 

“Coffee is what keeps people alive. It’s different.”

“And milkshakes are what makes being alive worth it.”

He smiled and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “I can’t really disagree with you on that one, kiddo,” he said. “So let’s go get us a milkshake.” 

“Banana and peanut butter?” she asked, looking up at him.

“You and your daddy can keep that one for yourselves. I’ll take chocolate.” 

Walter grabbed my hand and gave it a light squeeze before he began walking towards the diner, leading me with him. I turned and pressed a quick kiss to his shoulder and before I could move my head, he kissed the top of it. 

Once we were inside, we didn’t have to wait long for a table. Walter and I sat together and Sy sat next to Faye. She borrowed a pen from me and flipped her paper placemat over and started doodling on it. “You said you were coming back from vacation,” she said to Sy. “Where did you go?” 

“I went to Florida with some of my old army buddies.”

“Was it fun?” 

“It was alright. They seemed to enjoy it,” he said. “Me personally? I’ve seen enough sand in my lifetime, I don’t have any desire to ever set foot on it again.”

“Are you still in the army?” I asked. 

He shook his head. “No, ma’am. I retired a few years ago. I felt like I needed to be closer to home,” he said. “I’m a firefighter now.” 

I smiled. “Did you and Walter ever consider jobs that weren’t superheroes?” 

He laughed. “There was a minute where I thought I might want to be a chef, but that was it. I was stuck on being in the army since I was a little kid. As a matter of a fact, when Walt and his family would come visit us, me and him would usually be out in the woods playing army men or SWAT team. It didn’t surprise anyone when we both ended up going that way with our careers.”

“Walt went on his first SWAT raid since we’d been together last week and I was a nervous wreck until he called me and told me he was safe after it was over. I don’t know how your families handled you both being in dangerous fields like that.” 

“We put them through a lot, that’s for sure,” Sy said. 

“You longer than me,” Walter pointed out. “I’ve stayed relatively safe in homicide. You jumped out of the frying pan into the fire with your job change. Quite literally.” 

“I did but you know I couldn’t have done anything else. I mean, can you imagine me in a suit every day going into an office and selling…insurance or something?” Sy shook his head. “There’s not a lot of civilian jobs that would’ve worked for me,” he said. “Same for you. If you left homicide right now, tell me that you could take a job where you didn’t have a gun on you twenty-four-seven.”

“You know I couldn’t.”

“Exactly,” he said. “Coming home didn’t have nothing to do with being safer or not putting my life on the line for other people. It just meant doing it closer to my family. I get to see them more. I don’t miss out on stuff like I used to. And if I die doing this, they don’t have to wait for a casket to be sent home so they can bury me.”

“That’s depressing,” Faye said, looking at him. 

“But it’s the truth.” He put his hand on her head and ruffled her hair. “We won’t talk about it anymore, though,” he said. “Tell me what’s been going on with you? How’s school?”

“It’s…meh.”

“I heard it was a little more than ‘meh’. I heard you broke a boy’s finger a few weeks ago.” 

Faye looked at Walter. “Dad, you told him?” 

“Did I tell him that my daughter stood up for herself when a boy put his hands on her? Yes.” 

“Why?” she asked. 

“Because he was proud,” Sy answered for him. “In our day, girls were taught that if boys were mean to her it meant he liked her. The moment your daddy found out you were going to be a girl, he was determined to make sure you knew that wasn’t true and you knew how to take up for yourself. Not just as a kid but when you get older, too.”

“Especially when you get older. It doesn’t get better, it’s just different,” Walter said. “Because no matter the age, men are -” 

“Pigs, yes,” Faye said, shaking her head. “I know.” 

“He’s right. And he should know all about it,” Sy said to her. “Because cops are pigs, too.” 

I didn’t mean to laugh but I couldn’t help the snort that came out. Walter looked at me. “Really?” he asked, with a raised eyebrow. 

“I’m sorry,” I apologized. 

“If they call cops pigs, what do they call firefighters?” Faye asked Sy. 

“Heroes.” 

I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing that time. Walter watched my face and shook his head at me before looking back to Sy. “You’re paying for this meal,” he said. “And I’m getting pie afterwards.” 

“Yeah, that’s fair.”

I liked having dinner with Sy. He and Walter playfully bickered throughout the whole meal and it was nice to see Walt joking around with someone. And Sy wasn’t intimidated. Even when I thought Walter may have said something that crossed the line, Sy would just laugh and dish it right back. They clearly loved each other, even though it didn’t necessarily always sound like it. 

After we ate, Walter and Faye went to the front of the diner to look at the dessert case and I stayed with Sy. “You’re good for him,” he said. “I haven’t seen him this happy since…well, I don’t know when. But it’s been a long time, that’s for sure.” 

I smiled. “He makes me happy, too.” 

“I wouldn’t say this in front of Faye but Walt never had with Angie what y’all seem to have,” he said. “I know he loved her at the time but that’s not always enough.”

“Despite what the Beatles say?” I joked. 

He laughed. “Yes, ma’am. You need love but love isn’t all you need,” he said. He was quiet for a moment but I could see it was because he was thinking so I waited. “He told me how you said you were proud of him. Proud of what he does, who he is.” 

I felt a little taken aback that he would mention that but I nodded. “I am. I’m incredibly proud of him.” 

“See…you’ve got to understand that Walt doesn’t hear that much. He never has. His father is the typical Englishman and keeps all his emotions buttoned up. He didn’t brag on him or Charlie ever. Not out of meanness but just ‘cause that’s how he was raised. And his mother, my aunt, she’s sweet and she made sure Walt and Charlie knew she loved them but it was still done with her husband’s English mentality of only a few words,” he said. 

“Then when he met Angie, she never liked him being a part of SWAT. She wanted him to change to something less dangerous. He held his ground until she had Faye and then he changed over to being a detective, but it still wasn’t what she wanted.” He let out a breath. “The point is…he’s always tried hard and it’s never really been acknowledged. At this point, he does it because that’s just who he is. He runs himself into the ground to do his job. And you are the first person who’s just flat out told him you’re proud of him like that.” 

I remembered the night I’d told Walter how proud I was of him and he’d cried. I’d just thought he was exhausted but hearing Sy talk about it brought a new light to it. Especially knowing it had meant enough for him to tell Sy about it. “I’ll make it a point to tell him more often then.”

“Whether you know it or not, that man takes everything you say to heart. The amount of times we talk and he says, ‘Fiona said this’, ‘Fi said that’, is more than I can count, honestly. And I don’t have a problem with it. Because everything he tells me is something good. I just…I know he’s not great at opening up so I know he probably hasn’t told you what it meant to him but…it meant a lot.”

“Thank you for telling me,” I said. “I’m glad he has you to talk to.” 

“I’m glad I’ve got him, too,” he said as Walt and Faye began walking back towards us. Sy shook his head at me. “Just don’t tell him I told you that. Far as he knows, I only like to call and agitate him.”

I smiled then mimed zipping my lips. “I won’t say a word about it.”

We stayed at the diner probably longer than the staff would normally be happy about but despite Walter’s quiet, introverted nature, Sy was loud and outgoing and made friends with our waitress fast. He explained the situation about catching up with family while killing time - two birds with one stone, he said - and the woman, who looked old enough to be his grandmother, told him to take all the time he needed. For every ‘sweetheart’ and ‘honey’ she called him, he flashed her a grin and made sure to use all of his manners. I could hear Walter quietly groaning at his antics, but I found it fascinating. They looked so much alike and were clearly close but they were so different from one another. 

When we finally left the diner, it was dark out. The already cold air had grown almost frigid and even with my coat on, I was shivering. So we didn’t linger with goodbyes. Faye gave Sy a hug, then huddled next to Walter for warmth. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her to his side. Sy turned to me then. 

“You alright with a hug or is it too soon?” he asked. 

I smiled. “No, I’m alright with it. I feel like I’ve known you longer than four hours.”

“It feels like six at least, right?” he joked.

I laughed and nodded. “At least, yeah.” He opened his arms and pulled me into a big bear hug and I noticed that he ran warm just like Walter. I hadn’t realized that ‘human space heater’ was an inheritable trait until then. “It was really nice meeting you, Sy. If you were going to get stuck somewhere with a delayed flight, I’m glad you got stuck with us.”  

“It was good meeting you, too,” he said. He released me from our hug and took a step back. “And I definitely could’ve gotten stuck somewhere worse. Like the airport Quiznos.” 

“That would have been much worse,” I agreed with a laugh. “Next time you’ll have to come back on purpose and we can cook for you at the house instead of you paying for us to eat out.”

“That sounds like a deal.” He looked at Walter then tilted his head towards the truck. “We better mosey on down to the airport.”

Walter gave Faye a hug, then gave me a kiss goodbye, then he watched the two of us get into the car and leave the parking lot. Once we got home, Faye and I both changed into pajamas then made hot chocolate to drink while we watched a show about baking fails in the living room while we waited for Walter to come home. But she fell asleep about half an hour into it. I did my best to make her comfortable there, carefully placing a pillow under her head and covering her up with a blanket and tucking her in. Then I made sure the doors were locked and sent Walter a text telling him that I was getting ready for bed and to try to be quiet as he came in because Faye was asleep on the couch. 

After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I went to our bedroom. I saw Walter Bear in his bag and I took him out, spraying him with some of the real Walter’s cologne, then put him on his side of the bed before turning out the lights and laying down. I had a hard time sleeping on my own anymore so I was awake when Walt came home. He was trying to be quiet but he was so heavy that his boots made a clomping sound as he came down the hall towards our room. He carefully pushed the cracked door open, allowing himself inside before closing it completely. 

“Hey,” I whispered to him. 

He froze by the bed. “Hey,” he whispered back. “Did I wake you?” 

“No. I was too lazy to get my weighted blanket and without it or you, I can’t sleep,” I said. “Did Sy get on his flight okay?” 

“Yeah. Thank you for letting him join us, by the way. I know it wasn’t what we had planned for this evening.” 

“We were planning on having dinner with Faye to celebrate your weekend off, that’s what we did. We just had an extra guest,” I said. “One, who, is quite entertaining, by the way.” 

My eyes had adjusted to the dark and I watched him shake his head as he walked to his dresser. “Don’t ever tell him that. He will take it and run.”

I smiled. “I like him. He’s nice. And really funny. I loved the stories he told about you two as teenagers.” 

He groaned as he began emptying his pockets. “He embellishes things, by the way. Not all of those were true,” he said. “But he liked you, too. Though you are far more likable, so that makes sense.” 

“So I have his seal of approval?” 

He turned towards me as he pulled his sweater over his head, followed by his t-shirt, then tossed them in the clothes hamper. “You do.”

“Did you really tell him that you were going to marry me after we met?” 

He let out a sigh as he kicked off his boots. Then he unbuckled his jeans and tugged them off. “Not that soon but…yes, I told him that I wanted to marry you fairly early on,” he said. “Does that bother you?” 

“Bother me? No. I think it’s sweet.” 

He came to the bed and pulled the covers back but stopped short of climbing in beside me. I didn’t know why until he held up my teddy bear. “And who is this?” he asked with a raised eyebrow. 

I smiled as I took it from him. “This is Walter Bear,” I said. “Faye made him for me today.” 

He looked confused as he finally lay down beside me. “She made you a stuffed animal version of me?” 

“Yeah, because I call you ‘bear’,” I said. “It was really sweet of her. They’re not cheap. So I’m tasking you with somehow funneling money from me back to her without her knowing that I’m paying for it.”

He laughed and shook his head. “No you’re not.”

“She paid for it with her own money.”

“And I will give her an extra allowance or something but you’re not paying for a gift that she gave you.”

“I can bring her extra cookies home.” 

He did his frowny thought face as he squinted. “You could bring me extra cookies home and I’ll funnel the money.” 

I laughed. “You’re easily bought, mister.”

“Only by you, Miss Sparks.” 

I reached out and put my hand on his cheek. “When we get married, are you still going to call me Miss Sparks or will you call me Mrs. Marshall?”

“You still want to marry me?” he asked, his voice quiet. 

I smiled and nodded. “You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted to marry.” I brushed my thumb against his skin softly. “Most girls dream about their weddings - my cousin Mel even had this big binder full of things that she ripped out of magazines that she wanted for hers - but I never did that. I never pictured myself in that position,” I said. “Even now, I don’t think in terms of a big wedding. I don’t see colors or a cake or a reception. I see you and me. Exchanging rings, or having a first dance, but that’s it. Everything else is hazy and in the background. The only thing I see clearly is…you.” 

He was quiet for a moment then softly nodded his head against his pillow. “I see you clearly, too, Fi.”

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Bright Like The Moon: Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Such A Funny Thing For Me To Try To Explain

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Fandom: Night Hunter

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Black!OFC 

Word count: 3.1K

Summary: Kamaria Mansfield is hired at the Minnesota Police Department as an intern. Detective Walter Marshall is overworked and unsatisfied. Takes place post-film.

Chapter Summary: Kamaria deals with some hard truths about herself, while Walter tells Kamaria how he really feels.

Chapter warnings: uncomfortable conversations, Daddy kink, non-barrier contraception (no condom usage), creampie, breeding kink, the itis

A/N: This chapter takes place directly after Chapter 5. Call it a continuation, if you will. Also, the last chapter was very Walter-centric and this chapter is about 33% Kamaria POV and 67% Walter POV. Un-beta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

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Kamaria’s POV

Early Saturday Morning

I am awakened by Walter’s strong arms wrapped around me, gently shaking me. Fuck.

“Kam, baby, wake up!” his voice quakes, as he turns my face to look at him. 

“I’m awake,” I mumble, my body still trembling.

“You were having an awful nightmare. I’ve been trying to wake you for some time now,” he began wiping a cold compress across my sweaty forehead, “You don’t have to tell me what the nightmare was about, but please know I only want to help you, baby.”

Well, here goes everything, I guess.

“My heart and my brain have begun a war between each other. My heart knows you care about me, but my mind is trying its hardest to figure out the how and the why. It is struggling to find the logic in how a man like you could like a girl like me. It leaves me in the middle straining to be heard,” I sniffle, letting him take my hands in his own, “I’ve had so many people in my life that have either left me or given me reasons to leave. My mother, my ex-lovers, and my friends. I have felt for so long that I am the one that gets left behind. I’m not allowed to have happiness and love. And then I met you and my world sort of imploded.”

“Imploded in a positive way, I presume?” he wonders.

“A very positive way, Walter. So positive, my psyche can’t understand it. And you literally said to me last night that you weren’t going anywhere and it was like a breath of fresh air. Almost like you knew what I needed to hear and you just said it. And I missed you so much all week but I didn’t want to bug you while you were spending time with Faye. I want you to have the relationship with Faye that I wish I had with my Dad,” I whimper, wiping at my unshed tears. 

“Please know that if you ever need me while I am with Faye, get in touch with me, baby. You are important to me, Angel. You can’t possibly interrupt my relationship with Faye, so stop thinking you are doing so, please. How did therapy go?” he questions.

“In yesterday’s therapy session, I kept bringing up our usual after-work hang-out time and how it has become kind of routine to me. And I think maybe I experienced a kind of sub-drop as a result of it not happening this week. So by Friday, I needed your company and I jumped at the first opportunity to have you near me.”

“I need to ask you something, baby,” he says, his hand moving to my chin to turn my face toward his, “Is sub-drop the reason we had sex last night? Would you have waited longer?”

As he searches my eyes for the answer, my hand comes up to hold onto his wrist. “The reason we had sex last night is that I was ready. I was ready to experience that with you. I will say that sub-drop allowed me not to feel anxious about asking for what I needed though. I was so nervous that you wouldn’t want to have sex this soon.”

“If I had my way, I would’ve had you our first weekend together but that would have been too soon. I just knew I wanted you. So I didn’t force you last night, then?”

“Not at all, Walter. You had multiple check-ins with me and you made sure I felt comfortable and safe and cared for. You were perfect.”

“Thank fuck, I got worried there for a minute,” he lets out a nervous laugh, “You can always talk to me about these things, love. That’s why I’m here. To help shoulder the burden of what that brain decides to throw at you.”

“I know, but I-”

“No buts. Come to me the next time you are feeling unsure about something. Especially when it is to do with me. I want nothing more than to put you at ease, Angel.”

I climb up into his lap and wrap my arms around him. “Thank you. I promise I will come to you the next time I feel off.”

“That’s my good girl,” he soothes, giving my lips a quick peck, “Now, I have a question for you, Angel. I wanted to ask last night but I was too busy in a post-orgasmic haze.”

“Oh, my goodness. What is your question?” I send a prayer up to the heavens that I can handle his next words.

He smiles at me, and it has this hint of flirtation and domination within it. I love it when he smiles like that at me. Just knowing he has that power over me, but also that he wants me to know I’m safe with him.

“So, does my baby girl have a breeding kink?” Oh, that old chestnut?

I shift in his lap and start to look down and he lifts my head back up so we are eye-to-eye. “I mean, I didn’t really have it before you. Just with how much you cum, and how good you felt inside me…I just, in that moment, needed to feel you filling me up. And then I thought if I told you what I fantasize about, you would give it to me. Not give me a baby, because that would be way too soon. But, at least, give me a creampie. And you came so fucking hard, and I was beyond turned on. It was so hot, feeling you explode inside me. Even now, I can still feel it.” I shift in his lap again, trying to find any kind of friction until he stills my hips.

“As much as I wanna go for another round, it actually hasn’t been that long. It’s only a bit past 2 in the morning, and I don’t wanna hurt this little pussy. Well, I do wanna beat it up but it needs rest. As do we, Angel. Come on, let’s get some more sleep, and when we wake up, I’ll make sure and fill you up, ok?”

“Yaaaaaaaaas. Thank you, thank you, thank you! The sooner we get to sleep, the sooner you can turn me into a creme-filled treat.” I laugh, making him chuckle behind me as he cuddles into me.

Walter’s POV

Mid-Saturday Morning

I wake up to the sounds of light snores in my ear. Needless to say, I arise with a smile on my face. I attempt to snuggle closer and embrace her a bit but in my morning daze, I just squeeze her and wake her up by accident.

Her little whimper as she wakes is possibly the cutest sound I have ever heard. I’m tempted to have her make that sound again but I decide against it.

“How long have you been awake, baby?” she slurs a bit, rubbing her eyes.

“Not long. Promise I didn’t even have time to watch you sleep all creepy-like,” I laugh, leaning back when she turns around to face me.

“Awww, you weren’t my favorite kind of creep? Rats. Next time, then.”

“You’re terrible, you know that right?” 

“Can’t be that terrible. You’re in my bed. I’m in your arms. That spells romance to me,” she leans in and nuzzles my nose with hers. Why do I feel feral over that gesture?

“Right, you got me there,” I smile down at her, “How romantic is it that all I’m thinking about is filling that pretty pussy with my cum? I mean, I did promise you I would do that when we woke up.”

I have never seen her move quicker as she climbs atop me. With that movement, I and my dick are fully awake.

“I’d say that is the most romantic thing I have ever heard, Daddy,” she moans in my ear and cards her fingers through my hair. I take the opportunity to grab her hips and push her back onto me, reveling in the noises coming from her as she adjusts to the size.

“Fuck, Princess. So hot and tight for me. Take what you need from me, baby. Daddy wants you to ride for a while,” I groan, drinking in her sexiness like a fine wine.

She places her hands on my chest and lifts and lowers her hips until she can get a good rhythm going. And when she does, I am in heaven. The feeling of the motion of her hips is unlike anything I’ve ever had. Like she’s dancing on my dick and I’m not in control. 

She has all of the control and I couldn’t be more pleased. The way she works those hips, the way she looks down at me. I could not have imagined that the girl I helped not to fall that day would be above me, writhing and moaning herself to an orgasm. I could not have imagined that I would be in love this soon. But that’s what they say right? When it’s right, it’s right.

With her, it’s so fucking right. I reach up and caress her cheek, locking eyes with her. When she smiles at me, her eyes sparkle and it’s like she can see all my flaws and she just runs with them. She knows I want to care for her, and she lets me. For the most part, that is. There are still moments that I wish she would come to me, but I’m a patient man.

It looks like my Angel isn’t as patient.

“Mmm, Daddy, please may I cum?” she pleads, swiveling her hips.

I can’t deny her anything and she fucking knows it. “Yes. Cum with me, Angel,” I say, grabbing her hips and planting my feet so I can pound into her. Not even a moment later, I can feel her walls squeezing me like a vice. I tumble after her, spilling inside her and fulfilling my promise. I pull her down to entangle our moans in a searing kiss.

We part to catch our breath, foreheads together and eyes closed. There is nothing better than moments like this, I find. When one or both of us are spent, all we can do is breathe and clutch each other. We melt into each other and become one. 

I need to tell her how I feel, that’s a given. But first, I want to show her how I feel. And the first step is to care for her, as usual. Especially as it looks like her bones have left the building, and so has her brain as she has gone quiet. 

I scoop her up in my arms and leave the bedroom for the bathroom, setting her on the toilet before turning on her shower. I can tell she barely registers what is going on but she allows herself to be maneuvered into the spray after I put her shower cap over her hair. I let her get adjusted to the water while she is still basking in her afterglow.

I finally see that fruity and fragrant body wash she always smells like and lather it into her with a loofah. If I spend a little extra time massaging in the lather over her breasts and ass, she doesn’t seem to mind. I rinse her body under the stream and can’t help but leave kisses across her espresso skin. 

I turn off the water and get out of the shower first and grab her towel, holding it out for her to exit. She allows me to dry her off from top to bottom, letting me kneel at her feet to dry them. Taking off her shower cap, I leave it on its hook. Wrapping her towel around her, I lead her back to the bedroom. Wordlessly, she points to her lotion and I pick it up before coming back to her. I tell her to hold it momentarily as I walk to get my phone from my pocket and queue up ‘Angel’ by FINNEAS.

I take the lotion back from her and let the towel fall to the ground as the song starts. As I massage lotion into her perfect skin, I tell her, “This song has been on my mind for a while now. Actually, I heard Faye listening to it this week and now it’s just part of my memory banks now.” I chuckle, she joins in soon enough.

‘Nothing good lasts forever

But nights with you are better

So go slow

I never knew I needed you

Before I found you for the first time, hmm

I'm out of step, I'm off my feet

I'm waking up inside a dream

Teach me how to fly’

As the song goes on, I moisturize her skin. It is as soothing to me as it is to her. Almost like a love language. Wait, are acts of service a part of my love language? We’ll come back to that later.

I kneel down at her feet to get her lower half and the song reaches its crescendo. I caress her skin and look up at her face. She looks so perfect as she smiles down at me. Her hands fall into my hair, something I’ve noticed is a bit of an antsy habit with her. She does it when I stare at her for a beat longer than I usually would, or when she doesn’t know what to say. I just love it so much, I never want her to stop.

“I love it when you play with my hair, Angel,” I close my eyes, leaning into her. Wrapping my arms around her, I kiss her belly. It is one of my favorite things about her. I could kiss and caress it all day long if she would let me. I’m sure she would. I would just have to ask.

“Well good because I love playing in your hair. I mean, these curls are like my Kryptonite,” she giggles sonorously.

“Angel, there’s something else I love,” I say, returning to my full height, “Take a guess.”

“Oh, that’s easy. You love me, right?” she throws her head back and laughs, and I can tell that she is joking and she has no clue just how right she actually is. I take her chin between my thumb and forefinger, tilting her head up so she can see the sincere smile on my face.

“I love you, Kamaria,” I search her eyes until she gets it and when she does, her eyes twinkle with unshed tears. And it breaks my fucking heart. I can tell she is questioning how and why I love her and I have to put a stop to that line of thinking. “I love you because you let me care for you. You allow me to be myself and not have to be grumpy and standoffish all the fucking time. I love your smile. I love your personality. I love the way you look at me as if I hung the moon. Let me love you, please?”

She’s nodding quickly as a single tear falls. “I love you too, Walter.”

I lean down and capture her lips. It is only then that I realize that we are both naked still. Being naked is being vulnerable. And we just took a giant leap in our relationship. I have to make sure she feels comfortable.

“Why don’t we get you into some comfy clothing and I take you out for brunch, yeah? We can hold hands and make annoying romantic faces at each other the whole time.”

She looks as though she breathes a sigh of relief before she smiles up at me. “Goodness, you really do love me. How else would you know I wanted some pancakes right now?”

“Well, I did hear your stomach grumble a bit while I was down there. But I know we’ve had sex twice in about twelve hours with no nourishment in between so it’s only right that I feed you more than my cum, ya know?”

“Oh, my God! I fucking love you for that one,” she walks away to her dresser.

“Say it again.”

“I love fucking you, I mean, I fucking love you.” she winks at me and before I can even think to punish her for that, I sputter into a laughing fit and have to put my hands on my knees to calm down.

“Damn, that was a good one. I can’t top that so I’m gonna put on my clothes and admit defeat right now.”

“Don’t worry, Daddy. I take the L so often. It was only right that I get a W at some point. Kinda funny it happens while naked during expressions of looo-ooove,” she sing-songs, pulling out a comfy sweater from her closet.

“Does the W stand for Win or Walter?” I wink as she rolls her eyes at me.

“Ya know what? I will dignify that with a response. The W does stand for Walter. I deserve you. I fucking deserve love and happiness and cheesy romantic moments! Now, put some pants on, and let’s go get pancakes and whatever the fuck a full English breakfast is.”

“We’re not getting an English breakfast that’s anywhere near as good as what I can make at home. Trust me. Let’s stick to pancakes and bacon and like, grits or something. Have you ever had grits?”

“Oh, hun. Yeah, I’ve had grits. I’ve had, like, so many types of grits too. Shrimp grits, cheese grits, creamy grits. Damnit, now I want something savory.”

“No one is saying you can’t have whatever you want, Angel.” I offer, pulling up my trousers and looking at her.

I see her catch herself before she speaks. “You know what? You’re so fucking right. I’m putting on my stretchy pants today. I am gonna eat to my heart’s content. Eat grease and butter until I need a nap. That is my ideal way to spend the rest of the day if you don’t mind?”

“I fucking love that idea. Get those stretchy pants on. And maybe pack an overnight bag? I have an idea for tomorrow and I want you there for it. Unless you have plans?” I suggest as I pull my shirt over my head.

“No plans for me. I’d love to stay the night and see what this idea of yours is,” she agrees, pulling out her overnight bag from her closet.

After she packs up her bag, we head to a diner on the way back to my house. We eat to our heart’s content and it is true. As soon as we get back to my house, we take a long nap. The itis, as Kam called it, had surely beaten us, and we were happy to lose. And I was happy to be holding the woman I loved, and who loved me, in my arms.

I am so fucking lucky.

Chapter 7

A/N: The chapter title is taken from ‘Crazy In Love’, the Sofia Karlberg version is on the Spotify playlist. I feel the need to apologize to not only Beyonce but to the Beyhive. I needed the slowed-down version, but I kinda hate the version Bey did. I’ll die on the hill that Sofia’s slow version is better. If this stops you from reading the story further, I completely underst-Call your dad, you're in a cult!

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Faye wasn’t expecting to wake up next to Rafayel, nor was she expecting the storm of emotions that came from it.

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Peace is the first thing I feel, followed by shock that I actually fell asleep sometime throughout the night. Then came surprise when the first thing I saw with fresh eyes was a bare chest.

My wheel of emotions stopped spinning, finally landing on exasperation when my gaze trailed up to meet the watchful eyes of the man sharing the bed with me. Though the corners of his lips were slightly curled in a way that could maybe pass as affectionate, I knew better. He was amused, and rather highly at that.

I sighed and lightly smacked his chest with the back of my hand. “Why are you on my side of the bed, you creep-”

Something crinkled as I shifted my weight. Confused, I reached under my side and pulled out the travel guide Rafayel suggested to use as a barrier between us.

“Oh, I’m the creep, am I?” He dropped his head onto his pillow, meeting my eyes at level with a knowing gleam shining in his. “Says the one who came over to my side of the bed. I hope your poor fingers aren’t sore from clinging to me all night.”

He toyed with my fingers for a moment before propping himself back up on his elbow, that stupid smirk still plastered to his face.

“I was not!” Glaring, I caught his jaw in one hand. “And even if I was, why are you half naked?!”

If he tried to accuse me of undressing him in my sleep, I was gonna haul him to the open balcony and toss him into the sea.

I must have momentarily caught him off guard when I grabbed his face, because it took him a minute to answer. “Because you were gripping my shirt so tightly, you ripped several of the buttons off. I undid the rest to save their lives.” He caught my wrist and lowered it. “You were whimpering in your sleep. The sad kind. I didn’t have to heart to push you away.”

I blinked at him. It wasn’t that I doubted the whimpering part, not with my track record of nightmares, but he actually put up with it instead of waking me? Even if I asked why, the chances of getting a straight answer were slim to none, and I didn’t feel like dissecting riddles today.

Could I be dreaming?

Just on the off chance I was, I leaned forward a little and blew a gust of air at his chest. Rafayel looked down at his chest, then back up at me with a single brow raised. “Silly girl. What was that for?”

I narrowed my eyes, unable to decide if that reaction was something the real Rafayel would say or not. “Trying to see if I’m dreaming or not.”

I blew air at him again, on his collarbone this time. He shivered with a soft gasp, a hand coming up to protect the spot I just attacked. I aimed the third one at his neck.

“Stop.” He said, putting a hand up to block the air. “It tickles. Do you believe you’re awake now?”

I tried to keep my eyes from trialing over him, I really did, but I failed. I couldn’t stop myself from taking notice of his stomach and the defined muscles beneath his flawless skin.

Damn artist and his sculpture of a body.

Rafayel chuckled just then. “Like what you see?”

My face began to burn. Not because his comment made me shy, but because his smugness was annoying. “I was just realizing how squishy you are.”

“Squishy? Puh-lease.” He snatched hold of my wrist and pressed the palm of my hand against his stomach. “I have abs, okay?”

I subtly swallowed the lump in my throat and tried not to give away the sudden short-circuiting of my brain. ‘Most definitely not squishy.’

I pulled my hand back, but the firm sensation of his abs still had my hand feeling hot. “How does someone who sits around and paints all day have-”

Suddenly, I went from laying on my side to on my back. Rafayel was above me, bare chest in full view, open shirt falling like curtains to block my view of anything else. Instead of the ocean, which had been rolling quietly since I woke up, now all I heard was my own heartbeat. Pink hues of the sunrise spilled in through the open balcony, mixing with the white marble ceiling of the falsely reserved honeymoon suit and casting an ethereal glow around him.

“W-What are you doing?” I asked, breathless, as he fiddled with something on the nightstand on my side of the bed.

His pretty pink and purple eyes met mine, another classic smirk playing on his lips. “Your alarm was going off, didn’t you hear it?” My breath caught as he tucked a lock of dark teal hair behind my ear. “But if you want to ignore it, I won’t say anything.”

My heart was full blown pounding now, a complex wave of emotions washing over me. Shyness and desire, contentment and thrill, realization and denial. Then panic found its way into the mix, and before I knew what I was doing, I had flipped Rafayel and was sitting over his hips, hands pining his wrists above his head.

Now I wasn’t the only one flustered, if the bright red coating across Rafayel’s ears and cheeks had anything to say about his state of mind. “D-Don’t pin someone down without making sure they’re unable to retaliate.”

“Noted.” Rafayel said, avoiding my gaze. “But my protection is what you’re here for, Miss. Bodyguard.”

“Clearly.”

Releasing his wrists, I sat up to avoid the unnecessary bend in my spine. My hands slid over his shoulders and down his chest, the smoothness of his skin like bait on a line. Momentarily forgetting myself, I traced a light circle over the small birthmark on his peck. It was only when the pitch of his inhale sharpened that I realized where I was and what I was doing.

But before I could apologize, he caught my wrist and brought my fingers to his lips, lightly nipping the tips with his teeth. “Is this another lesson, Miss. Bodyguard? Should I keep an eye out for land sirens who lure fish in and trap them in a bowl, left waiting until finally being shown interest in?”

I swallowed. “I don’t know a thing about fishing.”

“And yet,” He flipped us again, his hips pinning mine down, breath tickling my lips as he spoke. “You managed to catch me.”

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Mixed Drinks and Smoke Rings 23: The Forte of a Woman is The Brain, Not The Body

Chapter Twenty-three: The Forte of a woman is The Brain, Not The Body

Over obsessed with every second I waste her time, She gets aggressive the very second she takes that line, Well, calm down, I hate to see that look on your face, She said it’s hard to escape, But girl, I think you gotta give it a break

Summary: New to town, you didn’t need a friend, you needed a dealer. Thankfully, a girl from your Narcotics Anonymous meetings knew just the guy.

Characters: Fezco (euphoria) x Non-descriptive Reader

Words: 2,924

Chapter Warnings: Talk of drug use, implied threats, implied sexual content, Fez with a gun bc phew

Series Warnings: Addiction, sexual themes, cursing, abuse (various), smut, drug use, teenagers being fucking idiots. 18+ only, minors DNI

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Walking through the school corridors, you felt like you were dragging cement-coated feet.

"Hey, where'd you run off to at the party?" The boy placed an arm around your shoulder but quickly removed it when you sent him a glare, "OK, hands to myself, I get it. But seriously, where'd you go?"

"I uh, I had some things to sort out."

Sure, everyone who attended the party that night and was sober enough knew it was Fezco who'd attacked Nate, but you weren't about to add fuel to the fire by telling someone who most likely didn't see it and had no obligation to keep the information to himself.

"Where did the rest of the drugs go? The ones I specifically told you not to take without me?"

Shrugging, he sent you a wide smile, "You didn't come back. It would've been rude not to. Feel free to hit me up anytime though, I got a shit ton back at my place."

Sending him a side glance, you couldn't hide the suspicion that was etched on your face. Seemingly understanding, Elliot made himself a little clearer, "I mean, Rue comes over all the time. For real, nothing weird. Just drugs. I'll give you my number."

"Uh, maybe. Yeah."

Elliot raised a brow, noting your distraction, before turning his head. Seeing Jules and Rue seemingly mid-argument, the former turned to leave without so much as a proper goodbye.

"Everything good, Rue?" You questioned, making your way toward your friend, who was hanging her head in frustration.

"I get you in trouble?"

Sighing, Rue glanced between the two of you. Why couldn't she of seen you when Elliot approached her and Jules earlier? Hell, she could've made up the excuse that she knew him through you, and Jules probably wouldn't even question it. It was too late now, though.

"Yeah, kinda."

Throwing his arms over both yours and Rue's shoulder, this time ignoring the glance you sent him, he only smiled, "I feel like we should do drugs."

"I um, I can't. I gotta go head to the store."

"Ah, young love is calling, right?"

Turning your head toward Rue, your brow creased in confusion, prompting Rue to continue, "I mean, Fez practically dragged you outta there, right? Some people were talking about it."

"Uh, yeah. We... I dunno. It was a long night, one I'd really rather forget," shaking your head, you removed yourself from Elliot's hold, "But yeah, I need to go so... Don't have too much fun without me this time."

Rue hadn't mentioned her very near overdose that night to you. Just as you hadn't told her about the little habit you'd picked up from Faye. A 'one-time thing' wasn't really in the vocabulary of an addict.

Walking into the store, you spotted Faye sitting on the freezer box, "Hey, Fezco around?"

Looking up from her carton of juice, she sent you a small smile, "Yeah, in the back."

Faye didn't really care what people thought about her. She was too high most of the time anyway, but even when she wasn't, she knew the realities of how people only gave a fuck when they had something to lose. So why should she care what they thought of her? That was their business, not hers.

But you... She liked you, or was at least, growing to.

She didn't have that many friends, spending most of her time with Custer, but even she knew that your predicament wasn't very normal. She had presumed that you would feel very much like Ash did about her, unwelcoming and rude, giving Fezco an earful when you thought she couldn't hear you.

And yet, you'd sent her kind smiles, and tried to placate Ash, distracting him in hopes that one day, he might not leave the room as she entered. Sure, you weren't exactly friends, but since she had to stay at Fezco's for an undisclosed amount of time, maybe you two could at least be friendly.

You pottered around the store as you did last year, straightening items whilst Fez finished putting out any stock, both meeting back at the till.

Fez was perched on the table, arms wound tightly around your waist and chest pressed to your back as you stood between his legs, tongue battling with a jellybean stuck on your tooth.

Fez's small kisses to your shoulder stopped abruptly when a small voice could be heard from the entry, "Oh, hey."

Turning, you saw Lexi stood with hands clasped behind her back and a timid smile on her lips. But her eyes decieved her. She wasn't there for a friendly chat, and something about her demeanor set you on edge,

"What's up, Lex."

Taking in a deep breath, Lexi finally did what she never had the courage to do. She spoke out.

"Cal Jacob's came to my house," when your face didn't change, she continued, "He was asking about the New Year's party. About who attacked Nate."

"I mean, nobody's stupid enough to actually tell him, right?" You questioned, not too worried. If your classmates wanted to continue their weekend habits, they'd know better than to point the finger at their dealer.

Sighing, Lexi crossed her arms in front of her, nerves on edge, "Well, one person was-"

Stopping abrutly, Lexi's eyes caught a movement in the convex mirror, cursing under her breath as she quickly turned around, pretending to browse the fridge as the man of the hour walked in. As if just the thought of the man was enough to conjure him, like some sort of demon.

"Evening."

Turning his attention toward Cal, Fezco's body remained calm, yet his eyes watched him as he began to wander around the store, "Sup, man."

By the look on Lexi's face, it was clear enough to you both why Cal Jacobs was here, of all places.

Fez pulled his eyes away from the retreating man's back, connecting with Ash's through the fridge door, a silent conversation that told him to be on guard.

Your heart was pounding in your ears as Cal wandered along the small aisle, picking up items just to place them back down, feigning interest.

"You got any spearmint gum?" He asked, passing Faye who, even despite not being at the party or knowing anything about Fezco and Nate, sensed something was up.

You felt his arms tighten around your waist, as if he was ready to push you away from him at any moment, for your sake, not his.

"I don't know man, the gums right here."

Cal passed, a slight smirk on his face as his eyes connected with yours. Your poker face was nowhere as advanced as Fez's, and you only prayed that between Lexi and yourself, neither of you gave anything away.

"I didn't know you two knew each other."

Fez's fingers were now digging into your hips, and he wished he'd just shoved you in the back with Ash the moment Cal came wandering in. You both remained silent, bar your slight nod in his direction. Releasing a huff of air, Cal picked up a stick of gum, returning his attention to Fezco "This your store?"

"It's a family business."

Cal walked around the aisle where Fezco could only see him via the security mirror, the man leaning next to Lexi to pull a pack of candy from the shelf as she stayed as still as a mouse, "So your parents own it?"

"You usually ask this many questions, man?" Fezco's voice remained calm, hiding any worry from his tone, yet you could tell he was on edge.

"Just you," He made his way back toward the counter, eyes dropping down to where Fez's fingers rubbed small circles over your hips, your eyes remaining on the floor below, begging yourself not to make eye contact with the man, "She tell you who I am?"

Fez's eyes widened a little, unsure whether Cal meant Lexi, or you, "Nah, man."

"-Are you a cop?" Faye spoke up, yet it wasn't enough to break the tension.

"No," his hand moved toward his coat pocket as he looked around the group, his face stoic.

Hearing a slight crinkle, you looked up through the fridges, noting Ash grabbing a pistol that was hidden in a cereal box. Holding your breath, you remained still, eyes darting toward Cal's pocket as he fished around, only to eventually pull out a couple of notes.

Yet the threat remained, still keeping you on edge even after you'd exhaled.

"Just a concerned father."

Placing the notes on the bench, Cal began to walk away, only stopped once he had stepped a foot outside, "Oh, tell your father I said I'll see him tomorrow, bright and early."

"What?" Your voice was quiet, but Cal had finally caught your attention, eyes wide as you looked toward him.

"Didn't he tell you? After his arrest, he got let go," you knew that. Of course, you knew that. You’d been discussing his need of a job not that long ago, "Lucky for him, I have a position available. He works for me, now."

His words should've been reassuring, knowing that your life wouldn't fall apart because neither of you could pay the bills, but his tone had just enough venom in to be a threat.

Sending you a dry smile, he finally made his exit, getting in his car before pulling out quickly. Fez had moved you to the side, following him out, just in case. Watching the man's tires screech against the wet concrete, Fez took a deep breath once he was finally out of sight.

Fez wasn't stupid, he knew that Cal knew, and that this wouldn't be the last of him.

Fez returned to the store, his face a little paler than usual, "The fuck was that about?"

His eyes settled on Lexi's as she fidgeted, swapping her weight between her feet, "Cassie. He came over last night, and threatened her. Said he knew that she knew, and he'd get the police to question her if she didn't tell him. That's why I'm here. I'm so sorry, Fezco-"

"Ain't your fault," he sighed, running his hand over his head before leaning against the table and pulling you close to his side, as if you were some sort of security blanket, "Your Dad really ain’t tell you?"

You shook your head, eyes meeting Ash's who had stepped out of the fridge the minute Cal had left, "No. He hasn't said anything."

"I don't think you should be stayin' there tonight. He knows where you live-"

"And you don't think he knows where you live, Fez. You're a way bigger target to him than me right now, maybe you two shouldn't stay there."

Shrugging, Fez shook his head, "Grandma."

Understanding, you nodded your head before pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, hand delving into his pocket as he raised a brow at you. Pulling the cigarette pack from him and placing one behind your ear as he always did, you sighed, "I gotta get going anyway. Got a meeting."

You could feel Lexi's wide eyes on you, making you feel slightly uncomfortable talking about a NA meeting when you knew she also knew you weren't sober.

If this was what shame felt like, it could take a long run off a short bridge.

"Want me to drop you?"

Accepting a small, chase kiss from Fez, you placed your hands on his chest, "No, I uh... I think after that I could do with the fresh air. See you later."

Fez dug through his pockets for a second, grabbing his key out and placing it into your back pocket, "Come round after, alright?"

You nodded, before turning to Lexi, sending her a soft smile, "And thanks. For the warning."

Your words might've seemed sarcastic, since she actually didn't get to warn you about Cal, but she tried. And that was enough for you. Sending you a polite nod, she mumbled a goodbye as you left.

Deciding to scrap the idea of a meeting, you pulled out your phone and dialed a new number. Answering right away, Elliot sounded a little confused until you told him who it was.

"Shit, didn't think I'd actually hear from you. If you're looking for Rue, you-"

"No, I'm not. I know where Rue is," most likely at the meeting that you were currently skipping, "You still got some shit on you?"

You heard a huff of laughter, almost sounding condescending, but ignored it as the next lot of words left his mouth, "Always. I'll drop you my address."

20 minutes later, you were at Elliot's door, sending his sister... cousin... maybe even girlfriend -- You didn't know, nor care -- a polite smile as Elliot led you into his room, shutting the door with a slight slam.

"You should probably know, I'm already really, really high. Rue came over earlier, so..."

Wiping your nose, the powder causing your nostril to itch, you shrugged, "It's fine, I don't care."

"You didn't go to the meeting?" Stopping short, your head popped up as you sent him a perplexed stare, a second, neat line just waiting for you "Rue said that's how you met. Pretty fuckin' ironic if you ask me."

"Well, I didn't ask you." You glared before angrily leaning down to snort the rest of the line.

Eyes widened, Elliot stuttered a little, "Shit, no. I didn't mean anything by it just... I dunno. I thought it was-"

"Hypocritical?" Pushing yourself against the boy's headboard as he sat on the floor below, he shook his head at you.

"No. Funny. Just... kinda funny."

When he struggled to hold in a smirk, you felt your own lips pull, a hearty laugh forcing its way out of your chest, Elliot's own cackle following after. You supposed it was pretty ironic.

You'd hoped the fresh air would've sobered you up as you stumbled toward Fez's house, deciding you'd take him up on his offer, but alas the slow walk did fuck all.

Pushing the door open, you managed to send it flying, the handle hitting the side panel behind it, "Shit, fuck... shh," you whispered, as if it was the door's fault.

Stumbling past the living room, you had to force yourself not to just collapse onto the couch and pass out there, tiredness making your eyes burn and the need for sleep causing your already not great agility to falter even more as you shin bone caught the edge of said couch.

"Sorry, shit..." you huffed, a side glance toward Faye who was fast asleep on the opposite couch.

You stumbled into the bathroom, not bothering to turn the light on as you shut yourself in, hands gripping the sink as you tried to stop your heart from beating right out of your chest.

The door creaked open, and before you knew what was happening a gun was thrust to the back of your head. Releasing a yelp, you span around too high to actually be aware of the danger behind your actions.

"Fuck, Ma. I could've blew your fuckin' brains out." Fez sighed, his eyes squeezing shut when he realized it was you. Running his hand over his head, gun still clenched tightly, he sighed, "What you doin' getting in so late, making a shit ton of noise?"

"Sorry, I just... I had to pee real bad, and it was dark." You whispered, a feeble smile gracing your lips, hoping that due to the darkness, Fez wouldn't be able to see the size of your pupils.

Seemingly forgiving your sudden invasion, he pressed a small kiss to your forehead, "You get to bed, I'ma go lock up."

Crawling into bed, you let out a long exhale, relishing in both the warm bed, and your sweet high. When the bed dipped next to you, indicating Fez was back, you turned toward him, lifting a leg up over his pelvis and snuggling into his side, body desperate for sleep.

"Everythin' good at the meeting?"

Keeping your eyes pressed together, you forcefully swallowed before nodding, hoping he'd get the hint that you didn't want to talk about it. Unfortunately for yourself, Fezco wasn't the best at reading social cues.

"How long you got left of meetings? Or is it like, a lifetime thing?"

"I don't know Fez." You mumbled, pushing your face further into his chest as his fingertips traced swirls into your thigh. He knew you weren't exactly sober, but you were fully aware that he didn't know how bad it had got, especially since he hadn't been the one to supply you with drugs for a while.

"What about Rue? She good, or she still-"

Using the last remaining energy in your body, you pushed yourself up, sliding your leg all the way over him and straddling his hips, pressing a forceful kiss to his mouth, "I don't wanna talk about Rue right now."

He grunted as you rocked your hips against his, your tongue pushing it's way into his mouth before creeping down his neck as your fingers pushed up his grey shirt, dancing along his abdomen.

His own hands gripped your hips, fingertips playing with the lace band of your underwear before pushing you down harder onto him.

You should've felt a little amoral, using sex against him, but it was a sure-fire way to both distract him, and stop the guilt in your veins bubble.It would also guarantee a peaceful night sleep for the both of you, Ash and Faye’s ears be damned.

#fezco fanfic #fezco fanfiction #fezco euphoria #fezco x you #fezco x y/n #fezco imagine #fez fanfiction #fez fanfic #fez euphoria #fez x you #fez x reader #fezco x reader #fez x y/n #fez smut #fezco smut #euphoria fanfic #mixed drinks and smoke rings

[puckmaidens]

If I Say It, Will You Respond? - Juraj Slafkovsky x OC

This is for @2manytabsopen as a part of @wyattjohnston ‘s summer fic exchange!

- I’m so sorry for making you wait Kesh, but this story went up and off the rails with Arber’s meddling (as big brothers do 🤣)

The story of Dinah and Jura is one that I definitely struggled with from an intimacy perspective. How do I make Dinah fall for Slaf without feeling like insta love?

Dinah Faye Clark doesn’t regret anything, actually almost anything. She’s gazing at her diploma on the wall, Bachelor’s in Media and Journalism from the University of Montreal.

“Another successful day of work finished. The article on the Habs blueline will go up tomorrow before the draft and hopefully that goes over well.” A soft *ping* goes off and Dinah sees a tweet from the Habs Twitter.

The Montreal Canadiens have the first overall pick for the 2022 draft. Find out more about what that means here. Link Here

Another ping.

The Hamilton Bulldogs are your 2022 Ontario Hockey League champions! They will advance to the Memorial Cup Tournament!

Dinah’s heart thumped as she saw the players raising the Ross Robertson Cup. She sees the Xhekaj jersey and smiles.

Proud of you, big bro. So proud of you, Arber.

Dinah and Arber hadn’t spoken in years, but the sibling bond they share was unshakable across country lines and team switches. When Dinah left for university, Arber stayed and went to the OHL. The first few terms were easy when he was with the Rangers before getting traded.

Everything almost fell apart once he went to the Bulldogs though. Texts were getting lost, calls never making it to voicemail and nights full of tears. They never held it against each other, especially once Dinah graduated and Arber was front row and dead center waiting for her.

Dinah didn’t have both parents, just an Aunt. Having a hands off guardian made her independent and headstrong, from getting on the yearbook and newspaper teams to starting her own blog about the Canadiens before her junior year.

Six years later, she’s a trusted source and media channel for the Habs. What she’s lost in affection and time she’s got back in a supportive network virtually and adventures embedded into her brain. She’s a storyteller, analyst and writer who’s damn good at her job.

When Arber was traded from Kitchener to Hamilton, Dinah struggled with giving space to Arber. Her feelings of being too much to be around drove her into distancing him. The championship brought them back together.

Dinah asked him where his mind was in an interview and suddenly the conversation got deep fast.

Draft Day

”The Montreal Canadiens are proud to select Juraj Slafkovsky from TPS in the Liiga!” Dinah watches the first overall selection stride down to meet the GM, President, and Head Coach of his new team. Her hand flies across her notepad faster than she can comprehend, really.

He’s soft. Teddy-bear like, but not weak.

Dinah dragged her eyes back down to her notes as she waited for the next team to select their draftee.

Someone might say Dinah fell in love that day, but Dinah felt something stronger.

She wanted to tell his story, again and again.

#

1. Juraj’s first game

Mullet Arena is tiny and too cozy, Dinah muses. Everyone seems uncomfortable, too close, intimate in a way that bothered them instead of coming naturally. The warm-ups were starting and as the lights came up Dinah noticed that just right along the opening where the players came out she saw something. It was him getting ready to take his rookie lap. Dinah’s heartbeat got heavy and fast. She got warm although she barely had anything on save for a coat. She couldn't stop staring as he made his loops round and round and the wide oval shape that the ice was. Loop, loop, loop. The sight of him taking his lap on the ice and then heading back off burned into her brain. It was somehow too much but also not enough. She wanted to see more.

2. His first goal

C’mon Juraj, stay on him. You’re almost there, do not let up.

Nearly 12 minutes left on the clock and he’s passing Arizona’s Maccelli and aiming. It misses. The sound of bodies hit the wall ring in Dinah’s ears. The shot is clear this time, now 11:43 left in the second period. He aims, and it passes Ingram. He’s scored his first goal. Jake grabs him first, then Arber and everyone else crashes into Juraj. His first goal has been made and Dinah is watching the ice.. A volcano of feelings screaming to rush out of them as Juraj fist-bumps the lines not on shift.

“His First of the National League, Slafkovsky!” Arber is right behind him, whooping and hollering with everyone else.

After the game ends, Dinah goes to their media availability and records most of the post-game conversation, asking some questions of her own and getting Coach St. Louis to laugh.

Then there’s Juraj, laughing and blushing. Dinah feels her heart stop beating for a moment, but she manages to ask one good question.

“You think this a good start to your career?” 

Juraj laughs, and Dinah knows this feeling is more now, tied and infinite.

3. End of Season

It was a loss. Boston 5 - Montreal 4. Dinah had to hold back her tears when she saw the final score on her screen. Pasternak really shut the door on them. Her phone is a Roman Candle in a room of near darkness. She unlocks her phone and sends a text to Arber and Juraj.

To: Big Bro, Juraj

Hugs. god, I'm so sorry. I know how hard you both fought this season. Do you need me to come over?

From: Big Bro

You know where the key is, Dee. We wouldn’t mind company.

A new message pops up, just between Dinah and Juraj.

From: Juraj

I’ll keep the couch warm. You want to pick a movie?

Dinah comes over and slips her shoes off before shuffling over to Arber, resting her head in his lap. Juraj toddles over and shoves his head in Dinah’s lap.

“You’re a puppy dog, I swear Slaf. Needy baby.”

That made Arber laugh, Juraj turning pink as the movie started.

4. Arber, Juraj and Dinah hanging out before Juraj asks Dinah on a date

Dinah sat themselves down, fiddling with the ring on her index finger as she waited for the boys. Now that the season was truly over, exit interviews done, there was a tiny, faint buffer of time before everyone scattered for the summer.

“Baby Dee!”

“Arber!” They crashed into each other, squeezing tight as Arber lifted Dinah off the ground.

Juraj follows Arber, quiet as he blinks at Dinah.

“Can I?”

“I’m a hugger Juraj, it’s fine. C’mere.” He’s gentle and wraps himself around her.

“So, I hear you’re heading home soon?” Arber nudges Juraj into a corner, raising his eyebrows.

“To finish my schooling, yes. In a few days, but I want to ask you something. Dinah, would you join me for a walk? Nothing too —“

“It’s a date Dee, Slaf is just shy. Meet him at the park Saturday, hm? We both know you think he’s cute.” Both Dinah and Juraj turn crimson.

“HEY. I told you that in confidence you dork!”

“You think…I’m cute? Not just something Arber is saying to be funny?” Arber gets up, heading to the bathroom and the air gets still.

“No. He’s telling the truth. I didn’t want to distress you—“

Juraj grabs Dinah’s hand and squeezes it.

“I like you more. I remember…. I remember my draft day and you couldn’t stop looking at me and I couldn’t stop thinking about you writing wondering what was making you scribble so fast.”

5. Dinah and Juraj’s First Date

“Time with you is never a waste, Slaf. You make any day less gray.”

“Sunshine, the sun is telling me I make their days better. Follow me. I have a surprise for you.” Dinah links pinkies with Juraj and follows him down the path to a picnic blanket laid out with food.

“How in the… Jura how —“

“Arber. Said feeding you would be the best way to woo you. Love you.” Dinah squeezes Juraj’s pinky again, the sentiment sending butterflies through their spine. The blanket has a bowl of strawberries at the center.

“Sandwiches, lemonade and oh, oh I love fruit! Jura, I thought you don’t like strawberries?”

“They’re not my favorite, but you are. Sit, let me feed you.” Dinah shuffles herself between Juraj’s legs and lets her body relax fully into his chest.

The basket shifts closer to the pair, and before long the taste of strawberries breaches Dinah’s lips. Sweet, tart, and juicy. They stay like this, Dinah being fed til every last strawberry was gone.

“How did you know that you wanted to be a journalist?”

The question makes Dinah freeze. Their head tilts back to meet Juraj’s eyes, and Dinah smiles.

“I’m fond of telling stories, and the only way I really could convey it is by following other’s stories. I tried writing fictional stories but it didn’t stick. The only common thread my family seems to share is hockey, from the love of the game to the thrill of watching it. It’s the only way I know how to do what I do best. To show my love to the people in my life.”

To show love? Juraj takes a breath, eyes meeting Dinah’s. He tries to kiss them, getting their nose. Again, their forehead before Dinah tugs his face to hers.

“I still like you most.”

“You’re not right. I wanted to kiss you proper —“

Dinah kisses Juraj again, but deeper, eyes shutting closed.

“I see.”

“I hope so because you seem ready to explode.”

5. The Summer Haze

Juraj is going to surprise her. The box in his hands feels heavy, but after talking (and getting laughed by Arber) he’s sure this is the right choice.

Two steady raps on the door, and the door swings open to show a sleepy Dinah.

“You’re back early. What has you coming over?” Juraj gives Dinah the box and blushes.

“For you. I noticed the recorder was falling apart, so I got you a nicer one.”

“I like this. I like you.” It gets quiet for a moment before Juraj tugs Dinah close to him.

“I like you most.” A kiss to her head, her cheek and her lips.

“I like you most, Jura. Stop trying to one up me.”

“No. I’m always going to like you more.”

As Dinah pulls Juraj inside to cuddle, the thrum of her heart finally goes steady.

#Juraj Slafkovsky x OC #lydia writes! #Dinah Clarke OC #Juraj Slafkovsky x Original Character #nhl rpf #hockey rpf

[sophieinwonderland]

Hi Sophie!

So this question is probably the exact opposite kinda question about headmate creation than you're used to, but we're wondering if you might have some resources or advice anyways.

Backstory: Our headmate Nyroka is playing a TTRPG with our other headmate Foxy and some of our external friends. Her character (Resho) feels like she's really close to being a headmate. A couple of times Ny felt like she went on autopilot and let Resho take over during roleplaying scenes. It feels really similar to a possessive switch for us. And this wouldn't be the first time we got a headmate this way (Nyroka first showed up in our system when we roleplayed her and just kinda, shut our brain off lol). We don't think Resho is already a full blown headmate yet. We aren't testing those waters, but so far no appearances from Resho outside of when Nyroka is actually roleplaying her.

So our question is, are there ways to prevent Resho from becoming a full fledged headmate?

It's not the end of the world if she does. Ny is mostly resistant to the idea because she wants to spend time with Foxy and our external friends, and has a feeling that if Resho is a headmate, it will be really difficult to either A) co-front with 3 people (2 is already a struggle) or B) roleplay Resho without getting kicked out of front. So if it comes to it, Ny, Resho, and Foxy will just need to negotiate that. Like I said, not a huge deal.

Any advice or ideas would be helpful! :D

-Faye

Personally, I would make an effort to avoid that autopilot mode. I think it would also help if Ny periodically reminds herself that she's roleplaying, and makes sure to focus on her memories of roleplaying are HER memories.

I think occasional mental affirmations can help while roleplaying. "I'm Nyroka pretending to be Resho. Resho's actions are mine." She should especially do this when she feels like she's about to go autopilot in order to ground herself.

And when thinking about what happens in the game, your system should try to think in terms of "Ny did X as Resho" (or "I did X as Resho" in Nyoka's case) rather than "Resho did X."

Your goal is to try to keep your brain from compartmentalizing "Resho" as her own thing, and while I can't promise 100% results, I think this method would at least help avoid it.

#plural #plurality #roleplaying #rping #rp #pluralgang #plural system #endogenic #multiplicity #systems #system #endogenic system #pro endo #pro endogenic #system stuff #sysblr #endo safe

[artdecosupernova-writing]

OC Kiss Week Day 4: Lost

WIP: Partners Pairing: Ben x Reagan Timeline: sometime between PII and PIII (so like 1960-1961ish), may or may not be canon CW: suicide attempt mention, drug use mention Rating: T Words: 772

***

Reagan wouldn't let Ben out of his sight. He'd convinced Faye to let Ben stay at his house for a few nights coming out of the hospital so he'd have a chance to pull himself together before seeing Abby again.

Very little sleep for both men. Ben would hide away in the guest bedroom, dozing but not sleeping within the plush blankets and somewhat self-conscious that Reagan took to keeping a vigilant eye on the sofa across the room the whole time.

"You don't need to do this," Ben grumbled beneath the mountain of bed covers, riding out the nausea from his medication. "I'm not gonna slit my wrists the second you leave the room."

Reagan rested his head back against the top of the sofa, his arms folded tightly. Beads of sweat had started to form on his forehead, but he ignored them in favor of controlling his urge to fidget. His heart felt like a jackhammer against his sternum, and he was certain even Ben could hear it.

"We're still workin' out a treatment plan for you, kid," he muttered, squeezing his eyes shut. "I feel better knowing you're okay until then."

Ben grunted, pushing himself to sit up and swiping his hands over his face. "It's really not that bad—"

"You tryin' to tell me that if that heart attack didn't get to you first," Reagan's eyes were on Ben, now, sharp and serious, "you wouldn't have blown your own goddamn brains out and you would've come home from New York with just a sigh and a shrug? And you would've been fine the rest of the time I'd've been in Ireland?"

He caught the shock and mild disturbance on Ben's face and felt a twinge of vindication. Ben frowned, his jaw clenched.

"You got a lot of fuckin' nerve," Reagan growled, leaning forward and pressing his hands together. His words left him without much thought. "I can't believe you'd put your family through all of that—me through all of that."

"I'm so sorry I even considered inconveniencing you...!"

"You spoiled gobshite," Reagan spat through gritted teeth, jabbing a finger at Ben and getting to his feet. Every muscle weighed him down, and he nearly didn't make it all the way upward. "I told you it wouldn't have been forever. I told you I would've been back eventually. Ben, if you can't stomach the idea of navigating this world beyond me without thinking the only way to solve the problem is to put a bullet in your head—!"

"And what about you, Reagan?" Ben barked, his eyes flashing. "How was your way of coping any better than mine? How is succumbing to the lifestyle you fought so fucking hard to keep me from working out for you right about now?"

A pit yawned in Reagan's stomach, and it, to his surprise, did not originate around the muddled memories he had of his cocaine abuse. He swallowed thickly, pushing through the nausea and the guilt forming a lump in his throat coming from a dark place in his college years, terrified for a moment that Ben had found out...

"I've done everything I can for you," Reagan said, unexpectedly quiet. "I'll continue to do everything I can for you. I've made mistakes. I've let my weaknesses take control of me. I'm not proud, and yeah, I'm damn sorry I couldn't take care of myself the same way I've always taken care of you."

"Reagan..."

"This is probably gonna take the movement of the mountains to get through." Reagan hesitated before making the executive decision to climb into bed beside Ben. "We're gonna be okay. I know it."

He let out a slow breath of relief when Ben allowed him to curl himself around him, pressing a firm kiss to his temple. Ben deflated, evoking their shared childhood, evoking the time when pneumonia nearly put him into the ground and Reagan wouldn't leave his side even against professional guidance. Much like now.

Ben wrapped an arm around Reagan's waist and Reagan began to pass a shaky hand over his forehead in slow, warm strokes. For a moment they were newly teenagers again, unsure of their fates and futures, unsure if they should stay apart for their own health, secretly praying that they wouldn't. Reagan remembered with stunning clarity the feeling of hopelessness, the very real feeling that he'd never see Ben again for the rest of his life.

His eyes stung for the second time in a few weeks. He pressed that down as far as it would go.

For the first time in months, Ben and Reagan truly slept.

#ockiss24 #Partners #PII #yo PII is dark lol

[gamerwoo]

[SVT Imprinted] Soonyoung: Two Is Better Than One (Part 2)

Anonymous asked: honestly I just want more soonie & kaito content its the cutest relationship im begging u

Characters: Soonyoung x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fluff, a lil humor, reader isn’t from korea and speaks another language, this is mostly just soonyoung with reader’s younger brother rather than soonyoung and reader lmao

Word count: 1,574

Summary: Since Kaito is attached to Soonyoung at the hip (or more like his back like a koala) he sometimes has to take on the task of explaining important milestones and life lessons to him, including where babies come from, and how to become an alpha.

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“Where do babies come from?”

Soonyoung sighed at the question coming from the three-year-old in the cart as he went down the cereal aisle of the supermarket. He grabbed some chips and put them in as he thought of how to answer Kaito’s question.

Trying to explain to Kaito that Faye and Yoona were pregnant was difficult to say the least. At first, when they said the babies were in their tummies, Kaito started crying and accusing the two girls of eating infants. He also just had to ask, “Is Jun the daddy” when he waddled up to Yoona, which caused a whole other issue.

Basically, explaining babies to a kid was hard.

“Babies come from mommies’ tummies,” Soonyoung finally answered, not looking at the child as he pushed the cart further down the aisle.

“How do they get there, though?” he wondered. “If they don’t eat them, how do they get in there?”

Since Soonyoung had no answer, he had half a mind to just tell the poor kid that they really do get eaten. But he wasn’t about to have Kaito bursting into tears in the grocery store, so he wracked his brain for a different explanation that wasn’t sex – not that Kaito would understand that, either.

Finally, Soonyoung spoke up, “Well, what did your mommy and daddy say when you asked where you came from?”

“_____ used to say I came from the store!” he chirped.

“Really?” Soonyoung chuckled as he turned down the next aisle. “Did she say how much you cost?”

“No,” Kaito frowned, looking down at his feet as they hung from the cart. “Hoshi, how much do babies cost?”

“Too much,” he said with wide eyes as he picked up extra baby bottles per Yoona’s request.

Even though they weren’t due for a few more months, the pack was prepping hardcore for these babies – especially Yoona. Clothes were already being bought, cribs were assembled, and diapers were ready. But Yoona seemed more worried about it than Faye did. Not that Faye didn’t care, because she did, but she figured she still had a while. Yoona was getting things not even halfway into the pregnancy.

After Faye and Yoona were announced to be pregnant, Soonyoung thought about what it would be like to have children with you. But he always remembered he had a Kaito to take care of if he wanted to, and honestly, he wished he could adopt the kid. Sure, he was sometimes a handful, but Soonyoung loved the heck out of him. And it made him happy to know that Kaito looked up to him.

“Do they sell babies at this store?” Kaito asked.

“No, I think they’re fresh out,” Soonyoung chuckled.

Soonyoung then went to get sodas, beer, and other snacks for their barbecue that afternoon. The pack just wanted to have a good time together after what had happened – plus, they were still trying to cheer Junhui up who was still sulking half the time – so Juri brought up the idea of a cookout.

“Ooh, can we get apple juice?” Kaito gasped when Soonyoung passed by a pack of juice boxes.

“Don’t you like soda?” Soonyoung asked.

“No,” he pouted, “fizzy makes my mouth hurt.”

So Soonyoung stopped, backed up, grabbed the juice, and went to check out before he had to grab anything else. But of course, as soon as he got up to get in line at the registers, Faye texted him to get more pickles.

With a groan, Soonyoung backed the cart up and went to get a jar of pickles.

“Where’re we going, Hoshi?” Kaito asked.

“To get Faye some–”

His phone vibrated again, this time a text from five different people.

Don’t buy Faye any more pickles.

Soonyoung was about ready to bash his head into the handle of the cart. He turned it around and went back to the registers, only to find two more people in front of him in line.

Being pregnant was hard, explaining pregnancy to children was hard, and dealing with pregnant people was also hard.

Everything was just hard.

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After the mates and Kaito had their plates filled, the pack scarfed down whatever was left and promptly started running about the yard. The only ones left sitting with the mates – other than Aya – were Minghao, Joshua, and Soonyoung. The group watched the werewolves chase each other all over the yard to burn off their extra energy, while Kaito watched with excited eyes as Soonyoung tried to feed him the rest of the food that was on the toddler’s plate.

“C’mon, bud, you gotta eat,” Soonyoung frowned, noticing Kaito was getting more and more distracted by the werewolves by the second.

Kaito frowned, turning his head away from Soonyoung to look at his sister, “_____, I wanna be an alpha too.”

“I’m sorry Kaito,” you smiled sadly, pushing your fingers through his hair to get it out of his eyes. You knew it wasn’t necessarily what he wanted to hear, but you didn’t necessarily want to hear him howling in his bedroom and making your parents question where he learned that from, “but you’re not–”

Soonyoung already knew this would cause Kaito to get upset and start crying, and that was the last thing he wanted. Who cared if he thought he was a werewolf for a few years until he got older and knew better? Might as well let him dream, right?

“You’re not, um,” Soonyoung cut you off as he looked around the yard in search for an answer, “uh…properly…initiated yet!”

“Right!” Joshua nodded in agreement with the younger wolf. “Once you’re initiated, you’ll be the real alpha.”

Of course, the pack heard this, so Seungcheol came trotting over right up to Kaito. He bent his head, putting his nose in his lap so Kaito could pet him.

“What about Seungcheol? Isn’t he alpha?” Kaito asked, giggling at the happy rumbles coming from the wolf in front of him.

“Once you’re initiated into the pack, you’ll out-alpha him,” Minghao explained with a quiet laugh.

“How?” Kaito frowned. “I’m too small.”

“You’ve never thought you were too small for anything,” you muttered, rolling your eyes and remembering the absolute fit he threw because he wasn’t allowed to ride on Eunmi’s motorcycle, claiming he was ‘a big kid’.

“Nah,” Soonyoung smiled as he stood up from the grass and bent down to pick up Kaito, “you’ve seen Aya, and she’s tiny, too.”

He set the child on Seungcheol’s back. Your eyes bugged out as you scrambled to your feet and rushed over to your mate, grabbing onto one of his biceps.

“Uh, what’re you doing?” you asked in a panicked tone. “What if he falls of?”

“Baby, he’ll be fine,” he promised with a soft laugh, kissing your temple. “You’re worrying too much. Cheol won’t go too fast, he knows better.”

“Just hang on, Kaito!” Joshua called.

Kaito’s tiny hands grabbed onto Seungcheol’s fur as he excitedly kicked his legs. And then Seungcheol trotted off toward the rest of the wolves, who started following him around as Kaito shouted orders. Of course, they all played along, knowing they’d make the kid the happiest he’d ever been.

The mates that were watching the pack – most of them with happy expressions, but you looked absolutely terrified – didn’t notice Minghao, Joshua, and Soonyoung go into the house to take off their clothes before shifting. It wasn’t until they heard the noise, and then watched three wolves leap through the open door that you let out a groan. 

Of course Soonyoung had to encourage this and be a part of it.

Sooyoung could get too excited, and your biggest fear was somebody getting too rough around Kaito, or him falling off. You at least trusted that Seungcheol wouldn’t go too fast, but then your breath caught in her throat as Soonyoung walked up beside the alpha, and Kaito managed to climb onto Soonyoung from Seungcheol.

“Kaito!” you squealed. “Please be careful!”

As soon as the child was on, and Soonyoung could feel his fur being tugged from how tight Kaito was holding on, Soonyoung took off. It wasn’t as fast as he could go, but it was enough to make you scream out of fear that her brother would fall.

“Soonyoung, I swear to fucking god, if you drop him–!” you shouted, reverting back to your native language in your panic.

But Kaito was squealing with delight, his cheeks hurting from laughing so much.

“I’m the alpha!” Kaito shouted as the rest of the pack followed Soonyoung in the circle that Kaito was leading him in.

Kaito suddenly let out a howl, his face tilting up toward the sun that was lowering in the sky. The rest of the wolves paused to copy his actions, letting out loud howls that drowned out the one from the human boy. And then Juri grabbed Jaehee’s wrist and brought her over to the pack, howling along with them. Then Bomi ran over with Eunmi and Areum. Then Faye and Yoona. Then Yerin and Kira.

And finally, you ran to catch up and managed to squeeze your way to the middle of the group to put an arm around your brother, who grinned down at you before he took in a deep breath and continued howling. So you howled too.

The entire pack howled at nothing, just to make Kaito happy.

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