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mollygetssherlockcoffee · 3 years

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For You

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Y/N waits all night for Spencer to come home

Warnings: Angst... maybe swearing, but I honestly can’t remember

Words: 2,451

A/N: My LPC and Masters are kicking my ass... I hate it here :)))))))

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Shoving the last Dorito in your mouth, you leaned off the couch to grabbing your phone from the coffee table. Your thumb swiped across the screen to accept the call. Muting the TV, you sat up and put the call on speaker, smiling as you heard his voice.

“Hey, Y/N/N” Your boyfriend of three years greeted you.

“Spencer” you smiled into the phone, more than happy to hear from him. “I didn’t speak to you yesterday, I missed you.”

“Yeah, sorry, we caught a break in the case” he apologises. “Did you know, only ten-point-seven percent of murders are committed by women, who tend to kill for reasons such as personal gain or jealousy. Our unsub actually went against the statistic.”

“So, you caught them then?” you asked, biting your lip to conceal your hope.

“Yeah, yeah, we did!” he confirmed, and you were sure that he was nodding. “We’re at the station at the moment but we should be leaving soon. I’ll be home around-” There’s a moment of pause while you assume he looks at his watch. “Around seven, seven-thirty. Definitely no later than eight.”

“Oh, Spencer, that’s great!” you grinned, standing up from the couch. “This week has dragged by without you.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon” he assures you. “I have to go though, there a bit of paperwork that needs to be finished before we can leave.” “Okay, no worries. I love you, bye” you say.

“See you soon, love you” he hangs up.

You turned of the TV and quickly got to work cleaning the apartment. It wasn’t dirty, not really, but your breakfast dishes were in the sink and you didn’t take the trash out last night. You had also neglected putting away the laundry and had thrown your coat and bag over the back of a chair, rather than hang them up.

Coming home to an empty apartment had demotivated you this week, making you not bother to keep up with the little things. Though you always missed Spencer when he was away on cases, this week had been especially trying.

You hung your coat up, moving your keys into the little bowl by the door. The laundry was seen to next, the tops separated and hung up while the pants were neatly folded and placed in the draws. Plates were quickly cleaned and dried, put into their place. You wiped down the sides, brushing the crumbs into the bin before quickly running the trash out.

Coming back into the apartment, you washed your hands before moving to the fridge. Having only went shopping a few days ago, it was still well stocked, and it had all the ingredients for Spencer’s favourite meal.

You had grown up with a dad who loved to cook, who had wanted to be a chef. Due to his severe eczema, which he used to tell he had to be ‘wrapped up like a mummy’ for, he was unable to pursue his passion. As such, he had cooked delicious meals at home for you and your mom, passing on recipes and filling you with a passion for food.

Cooking was something you found relaxing. You knew enough recipes by heart to not follow a recipe, but, instead, a pattern within your mind. You could cook your favourite dish without the need to measure herbs or spices, mind zoned out while you prepared the ingredients.

When you had began dating Spencer, he was basically living on coffee with the occasional take-out. Within two months of your relationship, his freezer was fully stocked with frozen home-cooked meals. While his slim physique remained, he did gain a healthy amount of weigh and appeared to look healthier.

It hadn’t taken you long to find out that his favourite was a slow roasted rack of lamb, with rosemary roasted potatoes, butter roasted carrots, broccoli, peas and mash potatoes. You had served the roast lamb at Easter, where Spencer proceeded to spend nearly thirty minutes telling you about the origin of eating lamb at Easter.

“It’s actually related to the Jewish Passover, from when the Egyptians painted lamb’s blood on doors during the plagues of Egypt. When some Jewish people converted, they caried on the tradition. In fact, in Christianity, Jesus…”

Coming from a diverse background (various religions were practiced in your family, some married and converted, others converted, an adopted cousin kept practicing his religion, thus you celebrated many different religions) you knew the some of what he was saying. However, you loved to hear Spencer talk.

Spencer could talk about anything and you would listen. You loved to hear his voice; the way his voice became higher when he got excited. You liked to lean back against the couch, your feet in his lap as he read to you. His voice lulled you into a calm and relaxed state, it put your mind at peace and made everything seem right in the world.

You cleaned the lamb, patting it dry with paper towels become setting it on the chopping board. You trimmed the fat, leaving only a small layer which would cook and add flavour to the meet. Pouring a tablespoon of oil into your hands, you gently rub it into the lamb before adding the spices, careful not to overwork the meat.

The meat was transferred into a dish before moved into the hot oven.

You then moved onto the vegetables. You coated par-boiled potatoes with oil, salt, pepper and rosemary become adding them to the oven. Carrots were peeled and cut, put into a tin-foil bowl with a teaspoon of butter and a sprinkle of sugar. Folding the tin-foil closed, you slid that into the oven too.

Potatoes were peeled, chopped and put on to boil. You cut the broccoli into smaller pieces and add them to a pot and put them onto boil too. Peas remained in a saucepan, covered in water, but you would turn them on in a little while.

You grabbed the latest Doctor Who DVD that Spencer had brought the week previous. You put the first disk into the DVD player and set the box beside the TV. Leaving the screen on the menu page, you left the room and went for a shower.

You looked at the clock again.

20:37

You sighed and looked down at your food which was damn near cold. Your stomach rumbled and you picked up your fork. You weren’t going to wait any longer. While the food is delicious, you don’t enjoy it. You don’t focus on the flavours as you chew and swallow, your mind focused on your thoughts.

Where was Spencer?

You had called his phone multiple times, but it had just rung out. You had called JJ, but she had left work before him. When you had phoned his work and spoken to his boss, Hotch had told you that Spencer had already left for the evening, and suggested you call Derek as they left together. Just like Spencer’s phone, Derek phone had rung out too.

Finishing your food, you took your plate to the sink. Rising the plate, along with the pots and pans, you then filled the sink with bubbly water. Grabbing the sponge, you began to clean.

Your mind was torn on whether to be worried or not. One the one hand, Spencer had said he’d be home – you checked the clock – over an hour ago but he still wasn’t here. He wasn’t at work and he wasn’t answering his phone. You bit your lip. Anything could have happened to him. There could be a problem with the subway, maybe he got injured on the way home, or something else could have happened.

Spencer’s an FBI agent though and is licenced to carry a gun. Not to mention, he’s a literal genius. If he got into trouble, you had no doubt that he would either be able to get himself out or be able to contact someone to raise an alarm.

Your mind told you that he was with Derek, that they were together and gotten distracted one way for another. They were like brothers, and easily got carried away and forgot about the time.

Spencer had to be fine. He had to be.

Hanging his bag on its hanger, Spencer closed the door. He toed off his shoes, pulling his arms from his cardigan. It had been a long night, a long week, in fact, and all he wanted to do was crawl into bed. He smiled at the thought of crawling into bed and curling around you, of cuddling into you and breathing in your scent as he fell asleep.

Spencer used to love going on cases but after he met you, that changed. Now, he wanted to get them over and get home as soon as possible. He missed you every moment he was gone. He missed waking up with you, with your toes pressed into his leg as you sought out his warmth. He missed reading to you in evenings, gazing at your peaceful face as he spoke the words from memory. He missed the kisses before bed, the giggles you’d make when he would tickle your side as you both laid beneath the duvet.

He walked down the small hallway and into the open-plan living room and kitchen. The first thing his eyes land on is the small dining table. His mouth parts a little as he looks at the single plate of food, a knife and fork beside it. it was his favourite meal but he knew it was stone cold, yet he remembered the taste and his mouth watered at the sight.

You had cooked for him.

His stomach began to twist as he turned towards the front room. The TV was on, displaying the menu for a DVD from his new Doctor Who collection, whose box sat beside the TV. Then he saw you, sitting on the couch and watching him.

His stomach dropped. You had been waiting for him. You had cooked him his favourite dinner, put on his favourite show and were waiting for him. He had told you he would be home by eight, and it was nearing one-thirty in the morning. The guilt in his stomach twisted like a knife as you stood up.

He knew you were mad; he could see it in the hard set of your jaw. He could also see the sadness swimming in your eyes as you looked at him. He had let you down, and he knew it wasn’t something you were easily going to forgive him for.

“You said you’d be home at eight” your voice was low, soft, but he could hear the sadness in your words.

“Yeah…” he agreed, he had said that. He had promised that.

“Where were you?” you asked. “I was worried, you didn’t call or anything.”

“Erm… Derek, he…erm… wanted to go to a bar” Spencer replied, looking down at his mix matched socks.

“So you went? You went, knowing that I was here, waiting for you” you shook your head, looking away from him in an attempt to hold back your anger. “You went to a bar with Derek, after telling me you would be home by eight? You didn’t even let me know! I’ve been waiting for you, Spencer, I cooked you dinner and everything.” “Y/N… I’m sorry” he reached out to you but you held up your hand, taking a step back.

He had gone to a pub. A pub. He didn’t even have the decency to call you, or even text, to say that he wasn’t going to be coming home when he said. He had left you to wait for him, to worry for him. And though you’ve hurt, you’re angry. Angry that this is the way he is treating you. He doesn’t even like pubs, so why would he leave you to go to one?

This isn’t the first time he’s done this either. He had done the same thing a month ago, just went out with his team after telling you that he’d be home for dinner in an hour. You had fell asleep on the couch waiting for him that night.

“You always do this to me” You shook your head, looking at him in disappointment. And, looking at your face, Spencer thought that was worse that seeing you angry.

“What?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Abandoning me, you do it all the time!” You say. “You get called on a case and you don’t tell me, you leave me waiting at a restaurant. Stood up. You don’t tell me when your cases get extended, you tell me you’ll be gone two days but its six.”

“Y/N-” he begins, but you quickly cut him off.

“I don’t mind you going to clubs with Derek. I’m fine with cancelling plans because of work, I don’t mind that you’re called away” you tell him. “However, you don��t communicate with me. You stand me up, all the time. You don’t even call, and I’m tired of it. I did this for you Spencer.” You spread your arms out to gesture at the food and TV. “I try to do stuff for you and it goes to waste. Dinner reservations, movie nights, personal museum tours. They could have been rescheduled or the deposits refunded, if you had spoken to me. I… I’m tired of this Spencer. A relationship can’t work without communication.”

Spencer’s mouth is dry at your words, his own eyes stinging as he gazes sadly at your face. He can see how much it has affected you, how hurt you are but his actions. You were right though, he never called or texted you to let you know he wouldn’t be there for any of those things. His mind played over your words and his stomach twisted as the final sentence registered in his brain.

“What are you saying?” his voice is scratchy as he forces the words out, his fists clenched as he struggles not to cry.

“Maybe… Maybe we should take a break… for you to consider whether you can be committed, in all aspects, to this relationship” your voice is quiet as you answer him, your own eyes swimming with tears. “I’ll sleep in the spare room tonight, and then tomorrow… Well, Natasha said that I Could spend a few nights at hers.”

Spencer watched as you turned away from him, walking towards the spare room. You didn’t look back as you closed the door, and, finally, the tears fell from his eyes. This was it, he had lost you because he failed to do the most simple thing in a relationship. You were leaving him.

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chaotic-nick · 2 years

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Note: I think this could also be read as day 1's part 2? Heeehee, also, do you guys like sanrio??

Screaming in lowercase because I still have to type in days 4-6

word count: 1k || warnings: none

Event organiser: @michezachariasweek

《Day 2 // Day 4》

Obviously having a crush— that too one that Erwin would describe as too ‘high school’ like was going to make him a rainbow of emotions that he wouldn’t expect when he started the day. It’s bad that he lived alone. Meaning he had free control over his allowances. Using to buy things.

The very reason why he was dressed in a white shirt and jeans, a flannel thrown over and went to the art side of his university swinging a brown paper bag to go see her. Miche’s mind operated on irrationality and only that. Remembering how she told him she’d be at the university on their one week break to film their final requirements. Not the other important details of what time she’d be there.

Feeling all those things, and was so excited to see her. Too excited. that he forgot nearly everything he needed if it weren’t for Levi reminding him. It was only understandable the automatic tinge of jealousy when he saw her back at the campus. Ian’s arm at her waist and her arm slung over his shoulders for balance.

As he took heavy hesitant steps, rethinking his sudden decision of visiting her on campus, it slowly made sense.

Filming. Being under the sun. And her body not being used to such hot sun.

“I can take over,” He towered over Ian and, now, Mitabe too who held her up. Afraid they’ll let her die if they resumed doing what they were doing. Ian had grown pale holding the cold washcloth against her bleeding nose. Still turning a darker shade of red when Miche held it properly. “Did she hit her head or something?” He asked to Nanaba.

Who nodded. Paused in her place across (Y/n). Terrified of how much blood her nose could let out. “Told you I’m violent even to myself, haha,” Nanaba’s widening, even more, when (Y/n) swayed further into Ian, nearly knocking them down. Arms laying limp, only moving when her body moved.

“Can you stand on your own, (Y/n)?”

“No, Miche.” Her eyelids drooped down. Managing to giggle given her state of mind. “Everything’s spinning around.”

He felt stupid. An idiot, even. For feeling jealousy toward the only two males, she trusted to hold her in case of an emergency. “The clinic operates even on non-school days, I can carry her all the way there.”

“Dude, her ankles bleeding, too.” Vue Ian looking away to avoid gagging into her face.

“She scratched her ankle running to the tissues. Oh god, I can smell all of it, thanks, Miche.”

——

Now across him at the restaurant, she looked more lively after being allowed to nap in the nurse’s office than when he’d found her earlier. Her hair was out of her usual style, combed straight down to allow it to rest. And he gave her his jacket when he noticed the dried blood across her collar and at the ends of her sleeves.

“Why were you at the uni today?” Her tone made him choke on his drink. A blue lemonade.

He picked on his rolled flannel sleeves, searching for something to gaze at. Anywhere to avoid her doe-like eyes and her head tilted just at the right angle to get make him speechless.

“Wanted to see you,”

“Ah,” if only he was looking straight at her to see those wide eyes grow wider with . . . she was flattered. Excited. Confused. They weren’t a couple. Just—

“Can I ask?”

She snapped back from the many thoughts that’ll later cloud her mind “Sure,” asking him to share his drink with a wave of her straw.

“If you’re in pre-production, why would you be out in such weather?” No, those thoughts are back again, It wasn’t going to wait for her to get in bed, it was clouding her mind now.

”Awww, you’re concerned.”

“(Y/n),” Oh he was that concerned enough to give her the same look she’s seen him give Erwin. That stern look on his face put her in her place.

She sighed, chewing her mozzarella ball. Swallowed, and then answered. “Well, scriptwriters are right-hand men to directors also the assistant leader for this production. I swear, Miche. I thought I wouldn’t feel sick, but . . .” she turned shy, unable to finish what excuse she had come up under the very stern stare he was giving her. “Don’t look at me like that.”

The brown recycled grocery bag was still beside him. Remembering why he was at the uni in the first place. It would be embarrassing for someone as tall as him— his face already intimidating enough that it made toddlers cry. To walk around with a Sanrio bag. “(Y/n),” The Sanrio bag was inside, folded neatly. He put the brown winkled disguise of a bag, sliding it across the table.

“Hmm?”

“Listen I uh— we agreed on being casual, but” “I think I’m down bad. I was at the mall the other day and there was this Sanrio store, I think I have your favourites memorised at this point.”

“You’re my favourite person to be with, MIche.” of course, why would he think that she’d be as shy as him.

(Y/n), third-year mass communication student. She may be dense, but she’s confessed to him in another Applebee’s branch. Always being so honest.

Dense because she doesn’t the effect she gave people like Miche. His poor heart could only take so much. “Oh my god!”

“It’s the wrong one?”

“No, no. It’s my melody. And Kuromi. I love!” Her eyes twinkling was worth missing sleep and not reading his textbooks. “Thank you, really!”

No. Miche thought. Thank you for liki—

"So you just walked into a sanrio store looking all tall like that?"

"What?"

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coffeebeannate · 3 years

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hi nate! 12 - Finally home after a hard day + 13 - “Tell me what you’re thinking right now.” for kaysanova please 👉👈 (dearpatroclus)

Hello Courtney~! Absolutely! @dearpatroclus (Sorry I totally forgot to actually include your username before kasjnsjadk)

Two-Part Drabbles

Joe sighs heavily when he drops their bags atop the dull green carpet of one of the endless motel rooms they’ve called ‘home’ for so long.

They do have other more permanent locations about the globe, but more often than not, it is this. Some temporary station that may or may not have running water, or heat. A dingy television that may not get all channels, if anything at all, and the uncomfortable springs of a bed with origins and body histories best not considered when so exhausted even blinking feels too monstrous. Too impossible. Too taxing.

Despite it being the 21st century, the motel has neither wifi, nor internet of any sort. The old radiator style heater is long yellow from age, and Joe eyeballs the dark brown cover of the single double bed wearily.

Still, it promised a shower, with hot water. A shower Joe is too damned exhausted to take.

Nicky’s hand is on his back, wide and steady, where Joe’s barely moved from the doorway.

“What is it?” He asks, in low Italian, though Joe knows it’s more courtesy to rouse him than anything else, “Do you just want to sleep?”

Joe tips his head back, accepting the shoulder that greets it. His ears still ring distantly from the gunshots, his head feels foggy and heavy with smoke.

“Would be no good.” As tired as he is, he knows showering at the very least is the better option, “But a quick one.”

A routine done thousands upon thousands of times before and there is no ease in the adjustment of it. Even if firing a gun, or holding his scimitar is done with the same physical memories no more complex at times than holding a fork at dinner, there’s an endless calling of ‘why’ and ‘maybe this time, do not.’ Something to trip him up, something to spark that brief second of hesitation.

There’s smudges and streaks in the small oval shaped bathroom mirror, and Joe stares himself dead in the eye, exhausted and tense, with each piece of clothing he removes while Nicky works to bring the stubborn old pipes to temperature.

Being fast healing, his muscles look little different than they did so many centuries ago, but having more continual nutrition allows a glow to his skin, a shine of health that had never truly been present the first five hundred years of his life.

His hair, though sodden and sticky from dirt and smoke, retains a healthily robust shine that Nicky comments on whenever he has an opportunity. There’s a spark of clarity in his eyes, and blood that flakes from his cheeks and leaves nothing but fresh, perfect skin beneath.

He’d not lived long enough as a mortal to develop the firm, obvious wrinkles he can barely remember his father or grandfathers having had. But there’s a definite crinkle to his forehead and the corners of his eyes where such things had slowly been starting to develop.

Until it was determined he’d be eternally 33.

Nicky would tell him, running his hands over the fuzz of hair against his chest, the looseness of a stomach well fed and unstrained, that nobody who looked to them could possibly guess what they’d been through. How they appeared so often in perfect health, still young and new to the world.

“Are you finished college?” Nicky had heard, more than once. “Have you kids?” Joe had heard to them both. “What do you do for a living? Where are you from? Have you got any plans for the future?”

“They cannot help it.” Nicky told him, curled up together later, “We look just like them. They can’t possibly comprehend.”

But they were just like them. The man Joe stared at in the mirror was him. A human. A human that just happened to heal really fast and could not retain death.

Was that not like them?

He held no super strength, no mystic abilities brought about by some fantasy element. He did not contain secrets. He was human. He just didn’t die.

Nicky didn’t die either. Nicky, who now once again was slowly trying to pull Joe from his thoughts. Nicky, with his careful, penetrating gaze of pure green concern, the vaguely hard, semi-chapped lips Joe so loved to kiss and new so well he could trace their shape in his sleep.

There’s dark black dirt on his cheeks, and ash on his nose. There’s the smell of weakening gunpowder on his fingertips when they run down Joe’s beard. His lips taste like soot when they come to Joe’s, his mouth pliant and willing when Joe pushes for more.

The shower water is hot and won’t be for long, the burning makes Joe yelp when he’s guided inside, slow, sluggish pressure not enough to soothe but good enough for cleaning. Nicky’s strong, sure hands finding soap and massaging into Joe’s hair.

Water turns grey beneath their feet, Joe tries to breathe through exhausted, small tears.

Nicky lets him cry, thumb pads gently pushing them away, encouraging Joe to breathe with him when there’s too many, when he can’t see and his eyelashes cling.

Hummed songs in Italian, gentle whispers in Joe’s ear.

The hands Joe fists into Nicky’s hips that clutch and burn, that bring him closer to himself in the need to know that there is something that stays the same. That there is something in this ever-turbulent world that feels identical.

The towels are scratchy, the fabric loose, Joe cannot be bothered to find anything more exciting than faded blue boxers, sitting on the bed with Nicky only after he’s dried his own hair of the worst dampness, ancient black sweats loose on his hips.

He’s heavy in Joe’s lap and blissful in his patience.

“Rest,” Nicky says, kind, sweet, nose brushing Joe’s.

If sleep came now Joe’d only be subjected to terror. Nicky knows and puts a finger to his lips. “Only rest, not sleep. Not until you’re ready.”

Under the blankets, Nicky’s chest is a comforting pillow, Joe’s eyes watching the muted colours of the TV without registering a single thing that happens in the program.

Joe must fall asleep, for he’s sure he notes the room darkening, the distant television sound ceasing, and Nicky’s sleep-heavy voice in his ear, “Good Night, my love.”

And he knows nothing after that.

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im-hqlover · 4 years

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Imagine Owen Grady proposing.

(No image used belongs to me)

A/n - Okay, maybe I got a little excited while writing this, but I have to say, I don't regret anything, because I loved writing it, and I hope you like reading it as much as I did. For context this happens more or less in February / March 2015, a few months before the I-Rex incident, and it also kind of happens in the DT universe, buuut, maybe when I'm writing on the series, I'll do a second version of it, but in the dinosaur paddock where y/n trains, idk.

This was requested by an anon, and I thank them again for making this request, it made me very happy, really. Thank you very, very much for that, and I hope you like it.

Enjoy~

Requested? Yes, by a wonderful Anon~

Summary: Imagine Owen doing a very romantic date with several surprises and asking you to marry him.

Warnings: You can die (of cuteness of course). Sex suggestion, and maybe it can trigger if you are like me and feel anxious when you can't see. Possible English errors.

Pairing: Owen Grady x Reader

Things you might find useful to know:

- The reader is female.

- The reader is 26 years old and Owen 31.

- This takes place a few months before the events of the movie Jurassic World 1

- Owen and y/n have been together for about 2 years.

- This somehow happens in the same universe as Dinosaur Trainer (maybe it's part of the official, or is like an alternative timeline, i have to decide yet).

Y/n = Your name

L/n = Last name

F/c = Favorite color

F/fw = Favorite flower

Words count: 5377

Taglist: If you want to be part of my taglist, please let me know!

(I hope I have put all the information, let me know if I forgot something)

After a long day at work, I finally arrived at my bungalow, where my faithful friend Kodi was waiting for me and came to greet me as soon as I opened the door.

- Hi buddy, how was your day? - He grunted and I pet him behind his ears. - Mine was the same, as always.

I put my bag on the couch and went straight to my room, and I was surprised to find a gift box on my bed, I was sure it wasn’t mine and it wasn’t here before, but I soon thought Owen left it there, since he is the only one who has the key to my house.

I approached the box and picked it up, there was a post-it note with something written by hand that said the following:

"I'll be there at 20:00, and if you can, dress in that f/c dress that looks very sexy on you ;)"

I smile when I read and a little laugh comes out of my nostrils, I open the box and feel my heart speed up when I see that there was my Polaroid camera that had been damaged and was now brand new, and in the box there was one of the first photos I took with Owen, where we were having a picnic outside his bungalow, in the photo we were both kissing while we both held the camera with one hand, and between us was Kodi and Red, I still didn't know how the hell we managed to get that picture. I looked at the small image for a few minutes with a smile and a tear escaped my eyes as I remembered that day.

I left the camera and photo on the nightstand and went to the bathroom to shower, I had a cold one because it was still hot and I wanted to cool off from a long day exposed to the heat of Central America.

After I dried my hair completely I did a high bun, and I wondered if I did makeup or not, and in the end I decided to do light makeup after brushing my teeth, I put on my favorite f/c dress which I can say was probably also my boyfriend’s favorite, and I put on my flat sandals that matched the dress. I looked at myself in the mirror for a few long minutes before I turned to Kodi who was lying on the bedroom floor.

- Hey buddy, how am I? - He replied with a small bark and wagged his tail which made a noise when it hit the ground. - Thank you Kodi.

I petted him and went back to the bathroom to keep all the things I had used, I organized the mess around my house a little bit and saw that it was still 10 minutes before Owen arrived to pick me up, I sighed deeply thinking about what I would do to wait for him. I looked at the camera on the nightstand and picked it up, analyzing it carefully. It was certainly the same camera, but I wondered how it had been repaired, looking almost like it was new. I put the Polaroid where it was before and I took the photo, I had several photos that I had taken with that camera, but this was definitely one of my favorites, and because of that I had left it with Owen. I also observed Red, he unfortunately left us a few months ago, and I couldn't help feeling a little sad to remember that, he was Owen's dog, but I had become attached to him too.

I left my thoughts when I heard the sound of the wheels of a car making noise on the gravel, and Kodi barks towards the door and goes over there, I immediately leave the photo on the nightstand and go towards the door and wait for the sound of the knock on the door, which didn’t take long to happen.

- Who is it? - I ask, but of course I already knew who it was.

- Hello miss, sorry to bother you this simple night, but could you tell me if y/n l/n is home? - I bit my lip to keep from laughing and thought about what I would answer.

- Hmm, I don't know, she has been very busy with work lately, I don't know if she is available. - I leaned against the door waiting for Owen to answer.

- And wouldn't she have some time on her busy schedule, even to go on a date with her amazing boyfriend? - I held back a small laugh in his pity and needy way, and took a deep breath before answering him.

- Hmm, let me see. - I got off the door and opened it, revealing Owen, who surprised me because he was wearing a gray coat with matching pants, and wearing a black shirt, and he rarely dressed like that. I crossed my arms before answering. - Well, I think she does have a little time.

Owen open a smile that melted my heart and showed his perfect teeth, that even after two years together it still made my legs look like gelatin.

- You're beautiful as always. - - I smile at him and feel my blood boil on my face, he then removes the arms that were behind his back revealing a beautiful bouquet of f/fw flowers, handing them over to me, which I picked up and smelled.

- They are beautiful Owen, thank you. - I approach him, grabbing the collar of his shirt so that he bends down and then I could kiss him, I feel him put his hands on my hips, bringing me even closer to him, crushing the flowers a little bit. It was a deep and long kiss, a kiss to kill the longing since it was a week since the last time we saw each other, even if it was little, I already missed him and his lips, but unfortunately we had to separate as soon as we needed air, he rested his forehead on mine and then I let go of his shirt I was holding up to that moment and put my hand around his neck.

- I missed you. - Owen whispered, still holding my hips, not allowing me to move away from him.

- I miss you too. - - He kissed me again, it was a smoother kiss and it didn't take long because Kodi interrupted us with a bark, making me jump with fright, which made Owen laugh.

- I think he wants us to go to our date soon. - Owen said and I laughed with him.

- I'll put the flowers in there, I'll be right back. - I give him a quick kiss on the cheek and enter my bungalow, leaving the flowers in a vase that I had in the kitchen, and when I leave I close the door saying goodbye to Kodi, and Owen takes my hand and guides me to the car.

- Can you tell me what the occasion is? - I asked Owen, and he turned to face me.

- Hum?

- The suit, you never wear it unless it is a very special occasion.

- Our date is something special. - I laugh at his speech, and shake my head.

- You know you don't need to dress up like that for our date, do you? I imagine wearing a suit must be hell, especially with the heat here on the island. You know I never cared about you wearing casual T-shirts and shorts. If we were on a date with you shirtless I wouldn't complain. - He laughed and scratched the back of his neck, was he nervous? He only did this when he was nervous, and it was difficult for him to do that.

- I know, but I wanted to do something special. - I stop and look at his green eyes and think for a few seconds.

- Am I forgetting something? What day is today? - He laughed softly before answering.

- No, you're not forgetting anything.

- Then why something so fancy? I think the only time I saw you dressed like that was at your sister's wedding. You know I don't care about simple things.

- I know baby, I just felt I should do something special for you. - He smiled and I looked at him suspiciously. - Oh, and you better use that.

He took a black fabric from his pocket when he finished speaking.

- What's that for?

- I want it to be a surprise.

- You are full of surprises today, aren't you Owen? - I cross my arms to him, which only makes his smile open even more.

- Come on, turn around. - He gestured for me to turn around, so I did and he put the blindfold over my eyes, preventing me from seeing anything in front of me. - Can you see anything?

- I don't think so.

- It's too tight? - He asked as soon as I touched the fabric, and I shook my head.

- No, that's fine. But where are you? - I look for him and then I feel him take my hand.

- Come on, I'll help you. - I hear the car door opening, and with Owen's help I get in and sit on the seat, and then the door closes, and a few seconds the sound of the other door opens and closes with the sound of the car starting.

- Where are we going? - I ask as soon as the car starts to move, I shake my head trying to look at something, but I didn't see anything, so I decide to turn my head to "look" at Owen.

- You'll already know.

- Hm… - I cross my arms and turn my head forward, leaning against the seat. - You know I don't like not being able to see, right?

- I know baby, but it won't be long, and I promise that nothing will happen, and if you stumble I'll catch you. - Owen placed one of his warm hands on my knee, stroking it gently to try to make me comfortable, I laugh at the last part he said and keep "looking" forward, not being able to see anything beyond the darkness was scary, and left me feeling very vulnerable, my vision was everything to me, and being unable to see, even for a few minutes, terrified me and made me panic.

- Can you turn on the radio? - I ask him and hear him murmur in agreement, he removed his hand from my leg for a few seconds and then the sound of the radio invades the car, the song was over and I didn't recognize it, but the next one that started playing I already knew, and it was one of the songs that I've been listening to a lot lately, it was Am I wrong, by Nico and Vinz, and I started humming along with the song. Other songs I didn't know played , and then I finally heard the car stop and Owen saying.

- We're here. - I mumbled an ok, and waited for him to open my door and help me out of the car, I couldn’t see exactly where I was, but I could see something luminous, Owen took my hand and guided me to the brightest place, and when he stopped he withdrew my blindfold revealing the big tree that was next to his bungalow, its branches were lit with several yellow lights, and right below the tree there was the picnic table with a red towel, where there was a small vase with some flowers, the same as the bouquet he gave me, and there were two small candles beside them. My mouth was open, impressed by all that.

- So, what do you think? - Owen asked me as he put one of his arms around my waist.

- Owen… this is… this is… beautiful, it's incredible. - I felt the air in my lungs leave me, that was so romantic and cute. I turn to face him and see him smiling. - Did you do all this? For me?

- Well, I had a little help. - He shrugged and continued smiling, which made me smile.

- Thank you Owen.

- No need to thank me, not yet, because this is just the beginning. - Owen removes his arms from me and guides me to the table, I sat down and he did the same sitting in front of me.

- Just the beginning? What else do you have to surprise me? - I raise my eyebrows in surprise and then look at him questioningly.

- Calm down, you'll see. - He winked at me which made me smile and made my heart melt. - Waiter!

- Wait, did you hire a waiter? - I was impressed, but when I turn to see the waiter my smile gets even bigger when I see my boyfriend's best friend. - Barry!

- Good night lady y/n, Mr. Owen, I am at your disposal tonight, what would you like to ask?

I looked at Owen who was also smiling, I realized that Barry was also wearing a suit, but it was a black suit with a white shirt, along with a bow tie, in addition he had grown his mustache and had a notepad, he really looked like the waiter.

- I thought of asking for the chef's special tonight. - Owen replied to the friend who nodded, I bit my lip trying to hold my little laugh, while looking at my boyfriend who didn't break eye contact with me and his smile had never disappeared.

- Uhum, it's a great request sir, it should be here in a few minutes. Want a drink to go with it?

- Champagne, please. - I raised my eyebrows at the choice of drink, I saw Barry nod again and write on his pad.

- I deliver immediately, sir. - As soon as he said that he went to Owen's bungalow.

- Champagne, huh? - Owen nodded, and continued with that smile of melting my heart and making my legs weak. - I still think I'm forgetting something and you don't want to tell me.

- Don't worry, you're not forgetting anything. - He put his hand over mine and drew small circles on my skin and I kept looking at his pretty eyes until Barry came with two glasses and a cold bottle of champagne, placing them on the table and opening the bottle and then pouring the liquid into the containers.

- The food should come in a few minutes. - Barry announces and Owen and I agree, and then the waiter enters the bungalow again, I take a sip of champagne and realize that Owen is still looking at me.

- What's it? Is there something on my face? - I say laughing because he is looking at me like that, and he laughed too.

- The only thing on your face is the most incredible beauty I've ever seen. - He puts his free hand on my cheek, caressing it, I give a small nervous laugh and look away, I feel my face heat up. His compliments still made me feel like it was the first time I heard it and because of that I didn't know how to answer it, but I think Owen knew that I was grateful for that, even though I couldn't say it in words, or I at least expected him to know that.

- Dinner is served. - Barry reappears with two plates in his hands, mine being my favorite food of all time, and Owen's was his favorite dish of course, steak with potatoes. - Enjoy the night, and anything just call me.

- Thanks Barry. - Owen and I talk at the same time and Barry leaves with a smile and sits in a chair by the lake.

- Jinx. - I speak at the same time as Owen again, causing us to laugh.

- Jinx! - The same thing occurs and causes us more laughter.

- Buttercup! - The fourth time happens, and I start laughing a lot about it, and Owen too, and when I calm down I hear the sound of a song start playing and look at my boyfriend, who was still smiling.

- Come and get your love? - I ask Owen and he nods.

- How about we eat our food before it gets cold? - I nodded, and so we started eating, we were silent, just the sound of music resonating, along with the rustling of the leaves on the trees and the sound of the water.

- Did Barry do it? - I asked, referring to the food.

- No. It was me. I just asked him to leave the food warm until we arrived. - Owen replied, and I mumbled an "hmm". - Is it bad?

- What? No, this is wonderful. - I speak as soon as I realize he looked worried and I put my hand over his and look him in the eye. - Seriously, this is amazing, and I don't have enough words to thank you.

His worried face disappeared as soon as I said that, and a smile returned to his face.

- Well, I'm glad you liked it. - He paused for a few seconds before looking at me in that malicious way. - And I think I know a way for you to thank me.

He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, and I bit my lip smiling.

- Better hold your pants Owen! - I hear Barry scream what made me laugh and Owen chuckled.

We continue to eat and drink, and when we're done and the song Dancing in the Moonlight starts playing Owen offers his hand and says.

- Wanna Dance?

- I would love to.

I accept his hand smiling and we both get up, Owen takes me a little farther from the table so that we have space to dance and not occasionally hit there. He put one of his arms around my waist, and with the other he held my hand and we started to dance, even if it wasn't exactly a slow song, but we danced anyway. One of the things that made me even happier is that today was a full moon, so it was very visible and bright, mainly because the only lights that were there were on the tree, so we were both literally dancing in the moonlight. I hummed softly when the chorus came, and I was surprised when Owen did the same, and about halfway through the song when the instrumental part came Owen spin me around and when we came back to the previous position he bends over pressing our lips sweetly, and when we split up we continued to dance slowly, the song ended and was replaced by December 1963. We danced for several minutes, listening to Hooked on a feeling, Sugar Sugar, Burning Love and Endless Love, the last of which Owen was humming softly close to my ear, which was making me shiver, but he stopped singing in the middle of music and then whispered.

- I want to take you to another place. - I look at him silently questioning where he intended to take me, and then he pulls the blindfold out of his pocket.

- Is this really necessary? - I ask, pointing to the black fabric in his hands.

- Yes. - I raise my eyebrows and he smiles. - Trust me.

I sighed and turned around so that he would put the blindfold over my eyes, and as soon as he checked that it wasn't too tight he took my hand guiding me to the car again, it took him a long time to get in the car and I suspected he was talking to Barry.

- Where are we going? - I asked as soon as he got in the car, and he gave a little laugh.

- If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise. - He started the car and I crossed my arms.

- I'm curious, I need to know.

- You'll have to wait baby. - I rolled my eyes, not that he could see, I didn't really like to have to wait, and curiosity was eating away at me, along with that anxiety of not being able to see anything. Owen turned on the radio in the car where it was playing songs I didn't know, he also left his hand on my leg, making small circles on my skin. The drive took several minutes, and every second I was more curious to know where the hell we were, especially when he stopped the car.

- We're here. - Owen commented as soon as he helped me out of the car and withdrew my blindfold, and I came across the velociraptors paddock.

- Why are we here? - I asked as soon as we started climbing the stairs to get to the walkway.

- I thought you would like to see the girls, since it's been a while since you saw them, and I think they miss you. - He answered me as we continued up the metal steps.

- Of course I want to, but shouldn't they be asleep by now?

- I think they don't mind staying awake to see their mother. - I chuckled when he said "mom", it was an internal joke since I mentioned one day that he was Papa Raptor, so he started saying that I was the mother of the velociraptors.

- If you say. - We arrived on the walkway, I leaned on the railing and Owen put his arm around me and whistled, but nothing happened, I looked at him who whistled again.

- Come on girls, don't you want to see your mother? - He speaks with his Alpha tone, but at the same time begging for them to appear, which made me laugh when none of them did.

- Leave it to me. - I put my fingers on my lips to amplify the sound of the whistle, and in a few seconds I see Echo, who tried to imitate my sound, then Blue, Delta and finally Charlie appears. - Did you see?

- Traitors. - He murmured more to himself, but I managed to hear what he said, what made me laugh, he was still a little jealous when I managed to get them to pay more attention to me than to him.

- Hey, we are their parents, I'm sure they love us equally. - I caress his back and he looks at me. - And aren't you going to tell me that you didn't obey your mother just before your father?

- Yes, you are right. - He laughed and looked in the direction of the raptor squad, Delta and Charlie were making noises to each other as if they were going to attack each other, but nothing really happened, already Echo was still trying to reproduce the sound of my whistle, and Blue was attentively looking at Owen and me. - Delta, Charlie, stop it!

He had to snap his fingers a few times and whistle until they stopped and looked at him. I rested my elbows on the rail and started talking to them.

- Hey girls, how are you? Did you miss me? - They make some sounds that make me smile. - I missed you too.

Owen changes position and stands behind me, putting his strong arms around my waist, pressing his chest against my back, and resting your chin on top of my head.

- Did dad fight you a lot this week? - I feel Owen's chest quiver with his muffled laugh and the velociraptors make more sounds. I was sure Owen would say something, but he said nothing, and we were like that in silence, with the occasional sound that the raptors made, I looked up watching the beautiful starry sky with the big, bright full moon.

- The sky is so beautiful today. - I comment and Owen bends to stand at my ear.

- Not as beautiful as you. - I open a smile and close my eyes, enjoying the cool breeze that hit my skin, and after a few minutes in silence I say.

- Thank you Owen, for everything, it was an amazing night and I loved everything. - I turn to face him and put a hand on his cheek. - I love you.

- I love you too. - Our lips are moving in a deep and passionate kiss, those kisses that I wish would never end, but that unfortunately we had to stop at some point, but this time it wasn't because of the air, but because Owen slid one of his hands up to my ass.

- Owen! - I tap him on the shoulder as he laughs and smiles innocently.

- What?

- Not in front of the kids. - I speak laughing, putting his hand on my hip again and I hear the sound of the velociraptors.

- I think they want us to continue. - Owen said while lowering his voice with each word getting closer to my ear and slowly lowering his hand but I stop him from getting to where he wanted to go.

- I think they're saying, "Eww, mommy and daddy are kissing, how disgusting, stop it." - I tuned my voice to try to imitate a child which made Owen laugh.

- Okay, maybe you're right.

- But... If Barry has already left... we could go back to your bungalow ... - I suggest while playing with the collar of his shirt.

- I like that idea, however, I still have one last surprise. - I turn my attention away from his shirt so I can meet his eyes.

- One more? First you surprise me with my camera that had broken and was now fixed, in addition to my favorite photo, then you surprises me being dressed like this all stylish along with a bouquet of my favorite flowers, and then take me to your bungalow where there was incredible decor, with my favorite food and champagne, with background music and Barry as a waiter, sooo you decided to bring me here to see the girls. What else would you have to surprise me?

- Well, I can make a huge list of things that I could surprise you with, but… I was talking to all our daughters and son about this for a while, and I think we all came to a consensus. - Of course he was referring to the velociraptors, the dinosaurs I trained and Kodi, for us it is as if they were somehow our "children".

- Oh yes? A consensus among them all? - I ask curiously, it should have been funny that he kept talking to all of them to reach a consensus on something.

- Shh, don't ruin the moment, I'm trying to be serious here. - I looked closely at his face, and by his expression he was really serious, and then my smile fell becoming serious too, paying attention to what he was going to say.

- Y/n, I never thought in my life that I would have a serious relationship with anyone, I never thought that I would meet such a wonderful, beautiful, intelligent, funny, courageous, kind, loving woman who could have stolen my heart like you, and after thinking about it a lot I made the decision that I want you forever in my life, that you are mine and that I am yours. - He knelt down and took a black velvet box from his coat, and when he opened a ring it was inside, I put my hands on my mouth and I could feel the tears starting to form on my face. - So, y/n l/n, I want to ask you if you would like to become Mrs Grady.

My voice was gone for a few seconds and my tears kept falling, so in the midst of sobs I managed to speak.

- Yes, oh my god, yes of course. - I hugged him so fast and tightly, that he almost lost his balance and fell.

- Hey! Careful, it almost made the ring fall off. - He spoke with a little laugh and put his arm around my waist, I move my head so I could face Owen and he had a big smile, we stared at each other for a few brief seconds when we slowly approached our faces and sealed our lips in a passionate, deep, full of affection and breathtaking kiss, I don't know how long that moment lasted, but I wish it would never end.

When we separated our lips, Owen gently took my left hand, sliding the ring on my finger, after he put away the small velvet box our lips met again, until we were interrupted by the sounds of raptors below us.

- Yeah girls, now it's official. - Owen told the squad what made me smile even more, and I looked at my finger to see the ring, it was silver and had small details carved into it, but what I found strange was that I had a familiar feeling about that ring, I was sure I had seen it somewhere before.

- I know you don't have a jewel like most engagement rings, but I know that you would like perhaps something more simple and sentimental than something extravagant.

- Wait... I recognize that ring, it... it is my great-grandmother's engagement ring... how did you get it? - I look at him and he scratches the back of his neck before answering me.

- When I was looking for a perfect ring, I called your mom to get a suggestion of what you would like, and she said I could use the ring that your dad used to ask her in an engagement that belonged to your great-grandmother. We all know you like these sentimental things, so I accepted her suggestion, and she sent me the ring. Not you… - I shut his mouth by sealing our lips, and I could feel him smiling during the kiss.

- Oh Owen… that… is perfect. I love you very very very much. - I say as soon as we split up, his smile couldn't be bigger, and of course I return him with a smile too. - Thank you.

- I love you too. And you're welcome, I just do what's best for my girl. - Our lips meet again, and again the velociraptors make a noise from below. - I love you too, I love all my girls.

He said, addressing the dinosaurs below us who were still watching us closely.

- And boy, don't forget Kodi.

- And boy. Even though he's kind of disobedient to me and…

- Hey! - I playfully punch him in the chest making him laugh.

- You didn't let me finish, I was going to say that I love him too. - We both continue to smile like two idiots that we are, and without realizing it we started to dance slowly there on the walkway, even without any music.

- We didn't even get married and we already have 8 daughters and 1 son. - I laugh at the thought of our dinosaurs and dog as our children, which in some ways wasn't wrong, since they were like children.

- Well, not that I want to have a real baby now, but we could do the process of one, you know… - Owen moved his eyebrows suggestively making me laugh, he ran his fingers through the zipper of my dress, threatening to open it.

- First let's put the children to bed, and then we go back to your bungalow and... we can see what can happen ... - I ran my fingers over the collar of his shirt.

- I can't wait for that. - He smirked and before I could stop him he hit my ass.

- Owen! - He left my side and started walking quickly down the walkway.

- Let's go girls! Time to sleep! - He gestured for them to go to the cage where they slept, he didn't need to repeat the command and soon they went. - And you come with me.

He gestured towards me and I bit my lip and crossed my arms.

- Oh I don't know... should I? - I teased him and didn't move from the place I was, but Owen approached me slowly with that look of "Do you dare disobey my orders?".

- Are you disobeying the orders of Alpha, miss? - He stood a few centimeters from me, with his arms crossed and looking "serious", I forced myself to look serious, but that was very difficult.

- Who said you are Alpha? - I asked him, not breaking eye contact for even a second, and before I could regret what I said he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. - Owen! Put me down!

- Since you doubt my authority as Alpha, I think I should show my domain over here.

I start to laugh and hear his muffled chuckle and he starts down the metal stairs, heading towards the car.

I think today would be a long night.

A/n - Hey, here we are again! I hope you liked it and that this is good. As always if you find an english error or find something confusing please let me know so I can fix it.

Until the next post!

- Ina -

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Logan and Remus’ day in

Sanders Sides gift exchange present for @alicat54c. Hope you enjoy this story, happy Christmas and new year. @sanderssidesgiftxchange also posted on my main blog

Small warming contains:

blood, scalpels, dissection of the heart and lungs, food, and discussion of diseases.

Remus and Logan spend a nice quiet day together in the mindscape.

“Hey, Lo Lo,” Remus whispered in Logan’s ear as he popped up behind him, covering his boyfriend’s eyes with his hands. “Did you know that the ‘Black Death’ wasn’t originally called the Black Death; It was called ‘The Pestilence’ or ‘The Great Mortality’. Which rhymes with Morality. Almost spelled the same too.” Logan internally sighed of fondness. Softly breaking Remus’ hold over his eyes, Logan turned around on the couch. He had been sitting on it but the position that he had changed to was now kneeling on it, with arms braised against the back of the couch for support. The couch’s surface bending to adjust to Logan’s new position. Facing Remus, Logan slowly moved his head forward and kissed Remus on the lips, stopping him from talking for a moment.

“If you wanted to get down and dirty then you could have just said so,” suggested Remus as he winked one eye and then the other at Logan. Before he vaulted over the back of the couch to sit next to his gorgeous boyfriend. Logan in return let out a rare giggle that was reserved for Remus, and Remus only. Whenever Remus ended up making Logan giggle it made Remus’ insides all hot and sticky like they had become molten magma swirling inside the earth or maybe the melted insides of a chocolate brownie or maybe molten magma in a chocolate brownie, Logan and him could try and come up with a recipe for them. ‘That was a good idea,’ thought Remus.

“So,” began Logan as the giggling died down, “What have you got planned for this afternoon?” He asked as he set down the book on plagues that he had been reading for the past hour or so before Remus had shown up. The book must have been the thing that had given Remus the idea about the comment about the black death that he had made before he sat down next to Logan.

“I‘m not sure yet,” Remus thought for a second as he shrugged his shoulders before he next spoke, “I just came to see if you were busy or not. It looks like you aren’t so… I was wondering if I could give you something.” Logan didn’t even have time to respond before something was shoved in front of his face. Before that had happened, Logan was going to say that Remus could do so, but his boyfriend had done it before Logan could have even tried to get a word out. Sitting in a not so neat position in Remus’ hands, was a slowly beating heart, with fresh oxygenated blood running down Remus’ arms and onto the sleeves of the outfit that he was wearing. Because of its black colouring, any stains would not be noticeable at first. Well, until you caught wind of the smell of the dried blood.

“Here,” said Remus as he handed the still struggling heart to Logan, his sharp teeth being revealed as he smiled at his Lo Lo. As Logan carefully took to heart from Remus’ hold, blood began to run down the pale skin of his wrists and then down his arms.

Logan looked from the heart to his boyfriend, and then back at the heart. “Remus, is there anything pacific that you would like me to do with this?” asked Logan as he softly tilted his head to the side and brought it to eye level to get a closer look at it.

Remus gently shrugged his shoulders with a small smile written upon his face. If Roman was there he would have described the scene as his brother having love hearts floating around his head, even if they weren’t physically there. Roman would have also described Logan as having shining stars in his eyes with the way that he was looking at Remus. Logan’s expression broke into another smile. “So it’s ok if we dissect it together then?” Remus’ own heart sped up that idea. Nodding his head in excitement, Remus almost ended up falling off of the couch. Almost. Logan carefully but quickly moved the heart into just one hand, and the other one, stained with blood, grabbed hold of Remus’ hand, pulling him up into a standing position. Saving him from falling on the floor.

“Come on then,” encouraged Logan as he pulled Remus along into the kitchen by the hand. As the pair arrived in the room Logan summoned a wooden cutting board, 3 different sized scalpels, and some plastic tubs. The last one just in case anything was needed to be put in a container or two. All of the items appeared in an organized fashion on the light brown kitchen table. The scalpel in size order on the left side of the board; The tubs on the right.

As Logan placed the heart down on the wooden board it finally stopped beating. Meanwhile, Remus had been dragging over two chairs that matched the table, getting bloodstains on the places where he had touched them. ‘I’ll clean that up later,’ thought Logan as Remus finished adjusting them in the place that he wanted. “Would you like to help me?” asked Logan, sitting in the chair to the left of the board.

“Naw,” Remus answered back to Logan, lightly bounding his forehead against Logan’s shoulder in a show of affection. Remus was just wanting to watch Logan take apart the heart, and then maybe some other things that he summoned up. “I’m good to just watch you,” he added before standing on the chair that was free and then crouched down so that he was at the same height as his boyfriend. ‘The perfect height to give surprises’, thought Remus, ‘such as this’, before Remus kissed Logan on the check. Red spreading across Logan’s face.

Logan smiled back at Remus and then turned his attention back to the activity in front of him. Picking up the biggest scalpel, Logan carefully pressed the sharp blade against the surface of the heart, slicing across the top layer of the muscle. More dark blood seeping out of the opening.

Gently placing the scalpel back into the position that it was in before, but before Logan did anything next a soft snap sound came from his right side. Turning his head, Logan to Remus who was holding a pair of plastic blue gloves. Handing them to his boyfriend Remus spoke up, ”You forgot these, I thought that you would want them.”

It was a little late if Logan had wanted to avoid getting blood on his hands, but Logan really appreciated the gesture coming from his boyfriend. Taking the gloves from Remus, both of their expressions lighting up at the simple but meaningful interaction between them. Sliding them on to his hands, Logan then held his hands on either side of the incision in the heart, pulling each side apart to get a look inside, with some of the chambers of the heart revealed.

The pair sat in silence until Remus broke it, no longer being able to stand it, before blurting out what he was thinking about. “I did you know that more blood goes to your kidneys,” he said as he poked Logan in the side, “Than your brain.” This time poking Logan’s head.

“Yes Re, I did. That’s because your kidneys filter waste products out of your blood so more does need to go through them than your brain. Did you know that the Heart on average only weighs about 11 ounces.” Answered Logan, “Also the length of time that this heart beat out of a body that you gave me was extremely accurate. Just about a minute or so.” Added Logan, as he was finishing up dissecting the heart.

“Hey Smarty, do you want to dissect something else?” Asked Remus, making it look like the heart pieces had vanished. Well they hadn’t, Remus had just moved them to his room for a project that he was going to make later that night. He didn’t know what that was yet but he would come up with something.

“What did you have in mind?” Asked Logan as he cleaned off the cutting board and the set of scalpels. Logan was happy to dissect anything that Remus summoned, as long as Remus was enjoying himself.

“Since they are related, why not do the lungs next?” Asked Remus, not expecting an answer but he got one anyway.

“Well one reason to not do the lung is,” But before he could finish that sentence he was cut off by Remus grabbing his blue and black tie, and ruffly kissing him. Which snapped him out of his train of thought.

“That wasn’t what I had meant, my Dork,” Said Remus as he pulled back. Logan’s skin heated up in embarrassment, but also from the kiss that Remus had just given him.

“Oh right,” half laughed Logan as Remus summoned a pair of lungs onto the board in front of them. Directing his attention back to the dissection in front of them, Logan then went back to work. “The name lung comes from the word ‘lunge’ which means ‘light,’ commented Logan as he cut apart part of the left lung.

“Really?” responded Remus, before he answered back with his own fact. “Lungs can float on water. Cause some air is still in there, even after you have breathed out. Also lungs are the only organ that can float in water. Well unless you drown them I guess, I’ll need to work that into an idea in the future.” Remus decided as he stared off to the other side of the room that they were in, trying to come up with a new idea.

As Remus was doing that, Logan was finishing dissecting the lungs after having a good look at them. But it was clear to Logan the Remus attention was headed somewhere else, so this was just as good a time as any to tidy up the equipment and the now dried blood stains, such as on the backs of the chairs that they were sitting on as well as the stains on the sleeve of Remus’ outfit. That would save Remus the effort of doing it later, and maybe from getting more blood on anything else as well.

“Re,” said Logan to get Remus’ attention onto him so that he was listening to him. Remus in turn made a small noise in acknowledgement of Logan. “So I was thinking since we have now done that, I was wondering if we shall get a quick snack before we move onto something else. Would that be ok dear?” Asked Logan before he stood up and tucked the chair under the wooden table.

“Yeah, of course.” exclaimed Remus as he sprang out for the chair he had awkwardly been sitting/standing on, the chair falling down and slamming it’s back against the hard floor. Remus then dashed to the cupboard to the fridge and then back to the cupboard again. This left Logan to pick up the chair and put it back into its right place. Shaking his head, Logan smiled with endearment for Remus as he watched him run about the kitchen like a headless chicken. Logan wondered if that was something that they could experiment with in the future together.

Going over to the cupboard that was next to the fridge, Logan pulled open the door and took out the half used jar of crofters. After placing it on the counter top, Logan set about making some toast for the jam to go on. Once Logan had assembled his snack, he turned to Remus who had just finished getting his own food sorted. His choice of food today was warm popcorn with some little bits of white chocolate spread across the top. It was one of the few snacks that both Remus and Patton could agree on.

Wrapping his arm around Logan's waist, Remus led the two of them into the living room. First Remus sat down on the dark coloured couch, his legs spreading across the rest of the couch. Pulling Logan to sit down in between them, Remus pulled his legs over Logan’s, trapping him there. Not that Logan wouldn't want to be there. Logan’s back softly comes to meet Remus’ chest.

“Lo Lo,” started Remus with bits of food almost falling out his mouth as he spoke, “did you know that there is a disease that can actually cause you to cough blood and stuff. Cool right?”

“Well I wouldn’t call it cool myself but Tuberculosis, if that is the one that you are talking about.” Remus quickly nodded confirming Logan’s thought process. Seeing Remus’ response Logan continued. “But it is interesting that about a third of people carry that bacterium that causes it but does not show any symptoms of the disease. Also only 5 to 10% of the third will be either sick or infectious with it at sometime in their lifetime.” Logan explained. Remus loved when Logan explained sciency stuff to him, and bringing up stuff like that always kicked off that type of conversation.

After the pair had finished eating Remus took his bowl and the plate from Logan, he then dropped them down on the carpeted floor. Leaving them to be picked up by someone else at a later time. “Oh yeah, what was the one that doesn’t let you sleep? Like at all once it starts.” Asked Remus wrapping his arms tightly around Logan’s chest. Logan then in turn moved his head into a better position that it was just below Remus’ chin.

“The one that you are thinking about is called Fatal Familial Insomnia. It stops your ability to sleep, this then makes the person suffering from insomnia to then slip into psychosis. That stops you from being able to tell what is real and what isn’t. Then over a period of time such as a few months it would kill them. There is also no cure or ways to try and treat it. Well at least not yet in any case,” Logan yawned as he finished speaking.

“Ok then, tell me about a really weird one. Like the absolute weirdest one that you are able to think of,” requested Remus as he too ended up yawning.

Logan thought for a minute before he responded to Remus’ inquiry. “Well I don’t know if it does have a name but in 1485 a disease broke out which caused people to sweat to death in a number of hours. It supposedly killed tens of thousands of people because it disappeared as soon as it had come. If that isn’t weird then I don’t know if you can get much weird when it comes to diseases,” Logan added.

“That is an interesting one,” Re commented before he summoned a green and dark blue blanket on top of the two of them. The blanket was thick and soft, spreading across the entire length of the couch. The pair both knew that there was no point in struggling to stay awake. So the pair snuggled into each other. “You want to know what Lo Lo,” Logan pushed deeper into his boyfriend. Remus yawned before he next spoke, “That I love you so much.”

Logan yawned too before he turned around onto Remus’ stomach so that he was facing his boyfriend, so they both wrapped their arms around each other. The blanket partly slipping off of them because of their movement “I Love you too, Re. I love you so much too.” Logan said as Remus readjusted the blanket back into its right place before the pair of sides slowly slipped into the darkness of the unconscious.

#franthehorsegirl's fanfics #fran's stuff #sanders sides fanfic #ts logan #ts remus #intrulogical #fanfic

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franthehorsegir · 3 years

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Logan and Remus’ day in

Sanders Sides gift exchange present for @alicat54c. Hope you enjoy this story, happy Christmas and new year. @sanderssidesgiftxchange also posted on my writing blog

Small warming contains:

blood, scalpels, dissection of the heart and lungs, food, and discussion of diseases.

Remus and Logan spend a nice quiet day together in the mindscape.

“Since they are related, why not do the lungs next?” Asked Remus, not expecting an answer but he got one anyway.

“That wasn’t what I had meant, my Dork,” Said Remus as he pulled back. Logan’s skin heated up in embarrassment, but also from the kiss that Remus had just given him.

“Lo Lo,” started Remus with bits of food almost falling out his mouth as he spoke, “did you know that there is a disease that can actually cause you to cough blood and stuff. Cool right?”

“Ok then, tell me about a really weird one. Like the absolute weirdest one that you are able to think of,” requested Remus as he too ended up yawning.

#franthehorsegir's fanfics #fran's stuff #sanders sides fanfiction #ts logan #ts remus #intrulogical #fanfic

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anoriginalbrilliantutterance · 3 years

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I'll try to tell you. Then go home and forget it. His name was Clifton and they shot him down. His name was Clifton and he was tall and some folks thought him handsome. And though he didn't believe it, I think he was. His name was Clifton and his face was black and his hair was thick with tight-rolled curls -- or call them naps or kinks. He's dead and, except to a few young girls, it doesn't matter. Have you got it? Think of your brother or your cousin John. His lips were thick with an upward curve at the corners. He often smiled. He had good eyes and a pair of fast hands, and he had a heart. He thought about things and he felt deeply. I won't call him noble because what's such a word to do with one of us?

His name was Clifton, Tod Clifton, and, like any man, he was born of woman to live awhile and fall and die. So that's his tale to the minute. His name was Clifton and for a while he lived among us and aroused a few hopes in the young manhood of man, and we who knew him loved him and he died. So why are you waiting? You've heard it all. Why wait for more, when all I can do is repeat it?"

His name was Clifton and he was young and he was a leader and when he fell there was a hole in the heel of his sock and when he stretched forward he seemed not as tall as when he stood. So he died; and we who loved him are gathered here to mourn him. It's as simple as that and as short as that: His name was Clifton and he was black and they shot him. Isn't that enough to tell? Isn't it all you need to know? Isn't that enough to appease your thirst for drama and send you home to sleep it off? Go take a drink and forget it. Or read it in The Daily News. His name was Clifton and they shot him, and I was there to see him fall. Here are the facts.

He was standing and he fell. He fell and he kneeled. He kneeled and he bled. He bled and he died. He fell in a heap like any man and his blood spilled out like any blood; red as any blood, wet as any blood reflecting the sky and the buildings and birds and trees, or your face if you'd looked into its dulling mirror and it dried in the sun as blood dries. That's all. They spilled his blood and he bled. They cut him down and he died; the blood flowed on the walk in a pool, gleamed a while, and, after awhile, became dull then dusty, then dried. That's the story and that's how it ended. It's an old story and there's been too much blood to excite you. Besides, it's only important when it fills the veins of a living man. Aren't you tired of such stories? Aren't you sick of the blood? Then why listen? why don't you go? The beer is cold in the taverns, the saxophones will be mellow at the Savoy; plenty good-laughing-lies will be told in the barber shops and beauty parlors; and there'll be sermons in two hundred churches in the cool of the evening, and plenty of laughs at the movies. Go listen to 'Amos and Andy' and forget it. Here you have only the same old story.

There's not even a young wife up here in red to mourn him. There's nothing here to pity, no one to break down and shout. Nothing to give you that good old frightened feeling. The story's too short and too simple. His name was Clifton, Tod Clifton, he was unarmed and his death was as senseless as his life was futile. He had struggled for Brotherhood on a hundred street corners and he thought it would make him more human, but he died like any dog in a road.

"All, all right," I called out, feeling desperate. "Let me tell it as it truly was! His name was Tod Clifton and he was full of illusions. He thought he was a man when he was only Tod Clifton. He was shot for a simple mistake of judgement and he bled and his blood dried and shortly the crowd trampled out the stains. It was a normal mistake for which many are guilty. He thought he was a man and that men were not meant to be pushed around. But it was hot downtown and he forgot his history, he forgot the time and the place. He lost his hold on reality. There was a cop and a waiting audience but he was Tod Clifton and the cops are everywhere. The cop? What about him? He was a cop. A good citizen. But this cop had an itching finger and an eager ear for a word that rhymed with 'trigger', and when Clifton fell he had found it. The Police Special spoke its lines and the rhyme was completed. Just look around you. Look at what he made, look inside you and feel his awful power. It was perfectly natural. The blood ran like blood in a comic book killing, on a comic-book street in a comic-book town on a comic-book day in a comic-book world.

Tod Clifton's one with the ages. But what's that to do with you in this heat under this veiled sun? Now he's part of history, and he has received his true freedom ---didn't they scribble his name on a standardized pad?

His Race: colored! Religion: unknown, probably born Baptist. Place of birth: U.S. Some southern town. Next of kin: unknown. Address: unknown. Occupation: unemployed. Cause of death: resisting reality in the form of a .38 caliber revolver in the hands of the arresting officer, on Forty-second between the library and the subway in the heat of the afternoon, of gunshot wounds received from three bullets, fired at three paces, one bullet entering the right ventricle of the heart, and lodging there, the other severing the spinal ganglia raveling downward to lodge in the pelvis, the other breaking through the back and traveling God knows where.

Such was the short bitter life of Brother Tod Clifton. Now he's in this box with the bolts tightening down. He's in the box and we're in there with him, and when I've told you this you can go. It's dark in this box and it's crowded. It has a cracked ceiling and a clogged-up toilet in the hall. It has rats and roaches, and it's far, far too expensive a dwelling. The air is bad and it'll be cold this winter. Tod Clifton is crowded and he needs the room. 'Tell them to get out of the box,' that's what he would say if you could hear him. 'Tell them to get out of the box and go teach the cops to forget that rhyme. Tell them to teach them when they call you *n***er* to make a rhyme with *trigger* it makes the gun backfire.'

So there you have it. In a few hours Tod Clifton will be cold bones in the ground, and don't be fooled, for these bones shall not rise again.

You and I will still be in the box. I don't know if Tod Clifton had a soul. I only know the ache that I feel in my heart, my sense of love, I don't know if you have a soul. I only know that you are men of flesh and blood, and that blood will spill and flesh grow cold. I do not know if all cops are poets, but I know that all cops carry guns with triggers. And I know too how we are labeled. So in the name of Brother Clifton beware of the triggers; go home, keep cool, stay safe away from the sun. Forget him. When he was alive there's only one thing left to tell and I've already told it. His name was Tod Clifton, he believed in Brotherhood, he aroused our hopes and he died."

#invisible man #ralph ellison #black lives matter #I do not know if all cops are poets but I know that all cops carry guns with triggers. And I know too how we are labeled.#Cause of death: a revolver in the hands of an officer on Forty-second between the library and the subway in the heat of the afternoon

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justoneday-namjoonii · 5 years

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Quarters. | 7

☼1 • 2 • 3 • 4 • 5 • 6 • 7 • 8 • 9

prompt: He is the definition of young blood, so sweet, so hot—it courses through his veins and fuels his vigor. When he fights, each punch cracks the earth and every drop of sweat gives birth to a flower somewhere in the universe.

pairing: Jungkook x reader

warnings/au: dysfunctional relationship, mentions of being insecure because of being adopted, family issues, humor(i try), mature subject matter, drug usage, don’t smoke children, fluff, angst, boxer!au, iceskater!au.

authors note: It’s been a while! But it’s back and I’m happy with how this came out, i hope you are too^^ feel free to comment what you think! Also, I will edit this later and lotte jk choked me. ♡´･ᴗ･`♡ i know this is late but happy b-day jungkook

Jimin yells pointers from the sidelines and he takes heed of all of them.

People are cheering, smoke wafts through the air to create a cloudy ambiance, and he drips with sweat. He is the definition of young blood, so sweet, so hot—it courses through his veins and fuels his vigor. When he fights, each punch cracks the earth and every drop of sweat gives birth to a flower somewhere in the universe. He grits his teeth and he’s dying to spit out the mouth guard, all he has to do is hope the dude he just socked doesn’t get up. He stays heavy on his feet, keeping his guard up as the guy rolls on his side in an attempt to get up. In his mind he’s chanting, please stay down, please stay the fuck down-

“...5, 4, 3, 2, 1. We have a winner!

“Yes!”

Jimin exclaimed he was elated, to say the least. Jungkook was glad. Tae was there, Hoseok, Yoongi, and a bunch of his friends came to support. This result was far better than the last match he had. He thinks in the back of his mind, I did good, but I could have done a lot better.

Jungkook was all smiles when he ran back to the locker room with a crowd chorusing his name.

“Are you on steroids or something?” Taehyung snickered, he was back there waiting for him. Jungkook just giggled like a little kid, making his way to the showers.

“Nah, I think I’m starting my winning streak though.”

“You were a fucking beast!” Jimin hit the shower room door as Jungkook was back there stripping off the sweaty boxers and letting the hot water wash the sweat from his shrine of tattoos. “We have to celebrate.”

“I’m up for whatever.” Jungkook pushed back his once pink, but now freshly died black hair and washed his face. When he deemed his body clean enough, he tugged the towel down from the door and hastily dried off. He swings the shower door open and stumbles out and into his slides.

“Let’s go swimming! I’ll order some food and we can go to my place. Jungkook, you should bring y/n too, it’ll be fun.” Jimin grins, knowing Jungkook would be more than happy to have you join them. Jungkook has only been with you for a few months but Jimin can tell that you’re different from any other girl he’s been with, as cliche as that seems. Jungkook sounds so in love when he talks about you, if you look hard enough, you can see him blushing when you’re even mentioned. And given you’ve stuck around to get him out of jail and all the other crap Jungkook has got himself in, you must really love him.

You skate around playfully, lazily trying to wrap up your conditioning for the day. Unfortunately, Charlotte’s best bud Stephanie came to the rink about 30 minutes ago to practice her routine. Just when you thought you could get a break, she skated up to you, a snake-ish smirk on her face.

“Y/n, how are you?” She grins, a very fake grin at that.

“I’m good, you?” You return her smile with the same expression.

“I’m fine. It’s Charlotte I’m worried about.”

“Oh?” You almost choke at your attempt to compile a comment of concern for your fellow skater. “Why?”

“People are talking about the competition and your scores...”

“And what about my scores?”

“Some people are thinking that the judges were biased when tallying up your scores.” You couldn’t hide the grimace on your face when she said that.

“What?”

“One of those judges used to be your coach.” How did she know that? “I heard she gave you a great score, the one that made you beat Charlotte.”

“And?” You didn’t have time to fool with her today. The most important thing for you to do is keep your cool and ignore her.

“And that seems suspicious, everyone thinks so.” That’s when she skated away.

You roll your eyes and skate off the ice. Instead of finishing conditioning, you decide to change and go home before you do something you regret. You grab your gym bag and take it to the locker room. The competition season has ended so everyone is focused on sharpening their skills for the next season. Why are people still talking about that one competition? You won, that’s it, it’s over. But you should have known the win couldn't come that easy, especially if you beat Charlotte, your arch-nemesis.

“Hello Y/n.” Charlotte enters the locker room, her pitiful little assistant trailing behind her with her bags. Due to repairs at her own center, she had to come here to practice. “I didn’t know you practiced on Thursday’s.”

“Yeah, I’m here every Thursday.” You grin, turning to face your locker as you take out your sweats and sneakers, eager to slip them on.

“This is kind of my home rink...” You mumble that to yourself while situating your sweats and then taking a seat to tie up your sneakers. Once you’re dressed, you threw your bag over your shoulder and you were ready to get out of there. Her assistant walked out and you were about to do the same.

“Wait,” Charlotte grabbed your arm, “I wasn’t going to say anything, but I might as well.” She grins. “I brought a complaint to the judging panel.”

You pull your arm away and frown. “A complaint about what?”

“About you. One of the judges was a past coach of yours, and that judge gave you the score that put you in the first place. Isn’t that a bit of a coincidence? You’ve never won first place over me, ever. But the one time a past coach of yours judges the competition, you win.” She scoffs. “Their reviewing the scores and should be contacting you within the week.”

Of course she would do that.

“What? What is wrong with you? Why do you feel like you have to win everything?”

“Because I deserve it, Y/n. I work harder than anyone out there on the ice and for you to sneak your way into first place was cheap. My routine was flawless.”

“I still don’t understand what you have to complain about. You have world-renowned coaches, your equipment is state of the art, you’ve never had to worry about entrance fees, you get to live your passion and you have all the resources to cover it. Unlike you, my parents aren’t paying for me to do this. So I work my butt off to perfect my routines and I know for damn sure that I deserved what I got.”

“You’re an amateur!” She flails her arms dramatically, brows furrowing angrily. “I’ve been on the ice since I could walk, I was made for this. And I didn’t come all this way to let someone like you take it from me.”

“Charlotte, each and every skater in the building thinks they were made for this.” You cross your arms, throwing your bag over your shoulder. “It’s a matter of proving it.”

“Well, that’s just the difference between me and everybody else. I’ve proved it.” She walks up to you, too close for your liking so you purposely take a step back.

You realize that you don’t have to take this, so you don’t. You storm out of the locker room and pray you don’t look back, because there are a thousand things you could say to her right now. All the blood, sweat, and tears—and this is what you get in return? This is B.S.

You tried not to let it get to you, you really did. But here you are, sitting in your car and brewing with frustration over your messed up life. “I hate that girl. I hate her, I hate her stupid ponytail, I hate her attitude, I hate her...” You hook in your seatbelt and just as you’re about to pull off, you get a phone call, it’s Jungkook.

You try to sound as pleasant as possible. “Hello?”

“Hey baby, are you done with practice?”

“Y- Yeah, how’d your match go?” You’ve become progressively more supportive for his boxing hobby.

“I won.” he sounded so excited and it made you smile.

“That’s so good Jungkook, your practice paid off, I told you it would. Are your friends taking you out to celebrate?”

“Yeah, we’re having a little late-night pool party at Jimin’s. Can you come? I’ll pick you up.”

“Y-yeah, of course,” You clear your throat, “that sounds like fun.”

“Great, I’ll see you in 30 minutes. I love you,” You can literally hear him smiling, “I can’t wait to see you.”

“I can’t wait to see you too Jungkook, love you,” You grin to yourself, “bye.”

Sitting your phone down, you let out a heavy sigh. Despite your sour mood, you decide to quit sulking in the parking lot and head home so you can get changed. You’re happy for Jungkook, honestly. Ever since the beginning of your relationship, his boxing hobby was a concern of yours more than anything. Seeing him all bent up was hard to stomach at times, especially when he’d lose—that was hard to see. But luckily, he tried not to get stuck on a fight so you never had time to dwell on it.

Now, more than ever, you’ve begun to accept it as a part of him and actually like it a little. He’s an athlete, so he does have the tendency to find identity in the sport and you can definitely understand that. Without skating, you don’t know where you’d be right now. It’s your passion, there’s nothing on this planet that makes you feel as alive as dancing on the ice. Jungkook feels the same about his sport so you embrace it at full force now.

It’s not long before you make your way home and struggle into your humble abode. Your knee has been bothering you lately and last night you forgot to ice it like you were instructed to at the clinic, oh well. You lowkey aren’t too crazy about a pool party, you don’t really care for stuff like that, but it’s for Jungkook so you decide to suck it up. You go to your drawer and search for a suitable swimsuit. After narrowing down your options, you decide to go for the black spaghetti-strapped one-piece with the low back, that seems nice enough. You quickly go to freshen up a little, put your hair up, and pull a hoodie and some jeans on. Your phone begins to buzz and you see it’s a call from Rosie.

“Hey, Ro.”

“Hey, girl! I heard Jungkook won the match.”

“Yeah, he did, I wish I could’ve been there but I had conditioning and I had to be there since I skipped last week. But yeah, he’s been at that gym nonstop for the past few weeks and it paid off.” You have the phone on speaker and you lean down to tie your shoelaces.

“That’s so awesome. I was just calling to let you know that Jimin invited me to the pool party and he said Jungkook went to pick you up, so I’ll see you soon- Oh, and you said you had practice tonight, how did that go?”

You smack your teeth and she can already tell it wasn’t good.

“That bad?”

“I mean, it was fine until Charlotte showed up with her bullshit.”

“Y/n, I always tell you, don’t let her get to you-”

“You don’t understand, Ro.�� You take a deep breath. “She reported me, for no reason.”

“Seriously? Reported you for what?”

“She said since one of the judges was a past coach of mine, and that coach gave me the score to put me in the first place, she doesn’t think I deserved first place. Can you believe that? I’m so pissed...”

“Man, that sucks. She shouldn’t be able to do that, how can they prove that the judge was biased? You just had a great routine. Charlotte has always been a bitch to you and now it’s really coming out.”

“The board is going to contact me soon so I don’t know what to do...”

“Well don’t worry about it, okay? Let loose and have fun tonight.”

You sigh. “I’ll try. See you later Ro.” You bid each other farewell and drop your phone on the bed. You’re so stressed right now, but you’re gonna try your best to not let your mood affect Jungkook or anyone at the matter.

Suddenly, you hear a knock on the door and a voice saying ‘it’s me, it’s me.” You sigh, he’s here. You run to the door and look at yourself in the mirror real quick before you open it.

“Hey, baby.” He coos, his sweet bunny smile making an appearance.

“Hi, Jungkook.” You shyly smile when you see him, a simple tee and sweats on. You reach up to give him a big hug and he attacks you with a kiss. You try to move back but he just laughs, pulling you closer and lifting you up to spin you around.

“Woah,” You steady yourself as he finally stops moving, “I’m happy to see you too,” He puts you down but you’re still in his arms, “why didn’t you use your key?” You mumble into his chest.

“Left it at home,” He breathes. “ahh, you smell so good, I mean you always do but today it’s more—almondy?” And he exhales. “You ready?”

“Yeah, just about.” You let him go in search of your tote bag. “I’ve had a really annoying day so it’s nice to go out. You deserve to let loose and get rewarded for all the work you’ve put in.”

“Aw, you had a bad day? What happened?” He frowns. You feel him come up behind you and before you know it he’s trying to hug you but you gently pry his hands off.

“It’s- it’s nothing really, don’t worry about it,” You press your lips, “tonights about you.”

As soon as you pull up to Jimin’s place, you can hear people jumping in the pool and your heart starts to beat faster. You’re a little jumpy, per usual. You know most of his friends and they know you but you’re still subject to a little anxiety every now and then. You get out of the car and rush over to walk beside him so you can walk in together. That’s when he rests his hand on your waist, and that’s when you know he’s paying close attention to you.

“I haven’t gone swimming in forever.” He mumbles as you two walk up to the front door and he knocks. “And I don’t think we’ve ever gone swimming together, have we?”

“Um, I think once, at Rosie’s sister’s party a few months ago, but I didn’t really get in the water.” He nods to himself and as soon as he does that, the door flings open.

“Look who decided to show up late to his own celebration!” Jimin yells into the house with a bright smile on his face. He must’ve been in the pool not too long ago because his hair is somewhat wet plus he has a towel around his neck. “I guess the champion runs on his own time now.” Jimin is clearly joking and Jungkook just laughs and defends himself as you both enter the nice home.

“Hi Y/n, how are you?” Jimin reaches in to give you a hug before playfully nudging Jungkook aside. “Glad you could make it.”

You smile, embracing Jimin for a few more seconds before you release him. “I’m good, thanks for having me.”

Jimin gives a sweet smile. “Anytime-”

“You didn’t even give me a time. And it’s only been like 30 minutes.” Jungkook is pretty familiar with Jimin’s house so he’s already walking out to the pool and you follow right behind him.

“Hey, guys.” You and Jungkook both say in sync. Everyone greets you two, paying more attention to Jungkook of course, congratulating him and making him feel loved. Most people are watching the TV that’s mounted on the wall, you can’t help but think—Jimin’s house is fancy as hell. When you look up from greeting Taehyung, Rosie is hopping out of the pool to tackle you with her dripping wet pale pink hair and neon green swimsuit.

“Hey- Ro! You’re soaking wet!” You tense up as she hugs you extra tight anyway.

“Y/n quit whining! You’re about to get in anyway.” She laughs, finally letting you go. She lowers her voice and grabs your hands to get you to look her in the eye. “Are you okay?” You know what she’s referring to and you nod.

“I’m fine, let’s not talk about it right now, okay?” Rosie gives you a look, just to ensure that you’re okay and you reassure her, she lets you go.

“Okay, but if you need to talk, we can pull away.” She gives you a look before getting back in the pool and that’s when you look up and see that Jungkook has already stripped down. You walk over to one of the pool chairs and take a seat so you can take off your clothes. Carefully, you take off the hoodie and pull off your jeans to reveal your cute little black suit.

Jungkook walks up to you, standing in all of his tattooed glory and black pool shorts, smirking down at you. The way he looks alone is enough to distract you from your sucky day. You furrow your brows and stare up at him, rubbing your exposed arms. without a word, he leans down to get close to you while still standing and you smile nervously, unsure of what he’s doing. “What?...Jungkook!”

He’s such a child.

Jungkook picked you up against your will and walked you towards the pool.

“No! Put me down!” You say that but you’re both laughing hysterically and you shriek when he jumps in the water—practically drowning you. Apparently, he finds this hilarious but you’re coughing up water and slowly dying because of him.

“Are you trying to kill me?!” You scream, swimming away from him and splashing him in the face. “And why are you laughing?!”

He snorts, trying to block his face from your constant splashing. “Ah!- I’m sorry Y/n!” You’re relentless and you know for a fact that he’s regretting every decision that led to throwing you in the pool.

“Ok!- Ok, fuck-“ He grabs you to hinder your movements. You fall out laughing, finding his need to restrain you laughable, it only excited you.

”Geez, I forgot you were crazy.” He shakes the water out of his hair.

Rosie was out of the pool and in the little outside kitchen whipping up a few drinks for everyone. “Hey! Who wants drinks? I make a mean margarita, virgin or experienced.”

“Me! I want one!” You swim over to the ledge, resting your chin on your folded arms. “One for him too...” You look back and Jungkook’s already swimming under the water and you move over to sit on one of the steps to wait for him to emerge.

“Here you go, Y/n.” She hands you two drinks.

“Thank you.” You set his drink down and you smile when he slowly swims up to rest his folded arms on your knees, doe eyes sparkling like stars.

“You wanna tell me what happened today?” He whispered, careful not to make his voice heard by anyone other than you. “I know something happened, you sounded frustrated when you answered the phone.”

“I don’t want to talk about it right now, let’s just focus on the good vibes in this nice heated pool, okay?...” You force a convincing grin, taking a sip of your drink, and directing your attention to the movie that’s playing.

He shrugs, moving to sit on the step beside you only to move you as if you’re weightless to sit between his legs. He grabs his drink and relaxes, freehand holding you against him. It’s not long before Jimin brings over some snacks and you know Jungkook is in his little heaven right now. His baby in his lap, a drink in his hand, and snacks at arms reach; he’s all set.

Though you’re trying to keep your attention on the movie, you can’t ignore the nagging thoughts about today. It’s hard not to let the thought of being stripped of your title all because of a sore loser get to you.

The night goes on, people are heading inside where Jimin had another movie set up in the living room inside. That meant the only people lingering in the pool are Jungkook and you. Eventually, you turn to straddle his lap and he pulls you in for a kiss, which just heightened your stress for some reason. His hands find their place on your hips and he leans up for more of you.

“Hey, will you do something for me?...” Jungkook pulls away, grinning at your pinkish lips and the thought of his own, you nod. “I want to take pictures of you out here in the water...”

You blink, fingers fiddling behind his neck. “Um, how would you like me?” You hoped that didn’t sound too awkward.

“I could answer that a thousand different ways but in terms of the picture, however you’d like, pretty girl,” He smirks as he fights not to take your seemingly innocent question for an entertaining turn.

He got out of the pool and made his way to your tote bag. You weren’t surprised to discover that he had snuck his snacks and camera into it. You knew it felt heavier than normal. You folded your arms and rested your chin on them as you waited patiently for him to press the little buttons.

He crisscrossed his legs and held the camera to test out the angles. It always amazed you to see him take pictures or draw, he seemed so calm and focused, completely in his element.

“Charlotte told me she reported me today.” You confess suddenly, causing him to lower the camera. He glances up at you briefly, brows furrowing.

“For what?”

“When I won first place, the judge that gave me the winning score was a past coach of mine. She argued that the coach was biased and gave me an unfair score.” You sigh, wanting to get out of the water now that he wasn’t beside you. “Can you believe that?”

“That’s what you were upset about. Baby, don’t let that get to you. You won because you’re fucking talented and no self-righteous bitch has the right to take that from you.” He reasons, but you still have a pout on your face.

“Yeah, but there’s nothing I can do. It just sucks, a lot...” You lift yourself out of the water and sit on the edge, legs dangling in the warm blue oasis. You can hear the shutter of the camera and you look back at him, trying your hand at a little pose of some sort. He smiles when he pulls away to see how it came out.

“That looks good. I’m blowing that one up and putting it in my room.”

“Oh my God, Jungkook. Do not do that...I’ll cringe every time I see it.” You frown, now fully getting out of the water with the empty pina colada in hand. The little alcohol that was in it did little to nothing to soothe your nerves, but you’ll get your buzz soon enough.

“I’m getting kind of cold out here,” You head over to the chairs and grab a towel. “can we go inside and change?”

“Yeah,” He does a few things to the camera and shoves it back into your tote, “we can change in one of the back rooms.” Jungkook is shirtless still, and you can’t help but stare at the art adorning his skin, and how good it looks in the pale moonlight. He’s also sporting a killer pair of earrings today and you’re wondering if he’s trying to seduce you or something. If so, it’s working. For some reason, when he bends down to grab his top off of the floor, you don’t even notice yourself reaching to tangle your fingers into his long damp hair. He grins to himself but continues to walk inside, a towel now loosely around his shoulders.

When you walk beside him, you see the house is only lit by the lamps on the end tables and everyone's laughing at the movie that Jimin put on. Jungkook easily grabs your hand and quickly leads you to the guest room where Jimin said you could change.

“J- Jungkook, why are you in such a hurry?” You giggle when he skips into the darkroom and shuts the door behind you two—something told you he had other plans in mind. Before you know it, he’s grabbing the backs of your thighs and picking you up, towel falling from both of your shoulders as he sits on the edge of the bed with you straddling his lap. His hands graze your sides before they fall behind him to keep himself up and let you sit however you wanted. You furrow your brows, blushing at the suddenness of it all. “What are you doing?”

“You’re so beautiful, just wanted to tell you that.” He simpers, his eyes sweeping over you in your little black swimsuit.

“Thank you, you’re beautiful too,” You lean into him to tickle under his chin like he does to make you feel little. His hands go to your waist and he holds you tight, face nuzzling into your chest like a sleepy child. “Can I ask you something? And can you answer honestly?...”

“Sure,” He peers up at you, “shoot.”

“Um, you never talk about your family...We’ve been together for a while now and you’ve only told me that your real dad died when you were little and that you really don’t like your stepdad...And that your brother recently got married and lives in a different city...But what was growing up like for you?”

He furrows his brows as if he didn’t quite understand your question. “Uh, you don’t want to hear about that baby,” His mood turns a bit cold suddenly and he lifts you off of him. You’re sitting on the bed and he stands up to slip on his t-shirt, “it’s nothing special.”

“If it’s about you, it is special to me.” You argue, turning from him to slip your suit off and putting your undergarments on then your sweats.

“I know you’d like to think that, but that’s really not the case.” He scoffed, this little attitude of his taking you by surprise.

You frown, opening your mouth to come back at him, “But-”

“I swear Y/n,” He grabs your shoulders and kisses you hard. Aggression. When he doesn’t want to face something, that’s one if his first responses. That or an attitude.

You don’t dare move because he tilts his head and boldly tongues at your lips. Regrettably, you find yourself submitting to the overwhelming feeling. When his hands slide down to grasp your small wrists, he pulls away, leaving you breathless, “even thinking about it makes me want to smoke, and I know you don’t want that so let’s drop the subject, okay?”

“B- But why don’t you want to tell me, Jungkook?” You step away from him as you rub his saliva from your bottom lip. “I’m not trying to mess up your night or anything, I’m just curious. I’m your girlfriend, but Jimin knows more about your past than I do and I just feel like-”

”Y/n,” He stops your rambling, “you can stay in here if you want but I’m going to watch the movie.” He walks out of the room and it takes everything in you not to yank him back.

You shove your swimsuit in a plastic bag and into your tote before walking out of the room behind him.

“They’re back...” Jimin mumbles more to himself with grin and you roll your eyes, throwing your bag to the corner. Jungkook sinks into the couch but his eyes don’t follow you into the kitchen like you thought they would. He’s sitting like he always does, legs spread wide and head resting on his hand as he mindlessly watches the TV screen.

He’s so moody.

He must have somewhat of an idea of how you might be feeling. If he’ll be closed-lipped to his own girlfriend about his past—what else would he be willing to keep from you?

As the night went on, you sat beside him and ate the rest of your snack. It was weird, you didn't talk to each other, and even when he put his hand on your thigh every now and then, he wouldn’t say a word. Even when he’d curl his fingers into your fleshy thigh, earning an expected squirm from you, he wouldn’t even look at you.

Around 1 a.m, everyone started to trickle out. Jimin went to shower and he convinced his friend to go sleep in the backroom because he had a little much to drink to drive anywhere. Eventually, it was just you two and Back to The Future in the living room.

You glanced at him, his hair covered his eyes a bit, it made you want to push it back and see that cute furrow in his eyebrows. But he’s not fluffy and cute right now, he’s burning hot and dripping with propane, one spark from you and he’s up in flames. The tension is pretty ridiculous, neither of you want to give in. If there’s one thing you have in common, it’s that the silent treatment is both of your go-tos.

“So, we’re just not gonna talk now.”

Is that supposed to be a question or a statement?

“That’s entirely up to you...” You cross your arms, eyes glued to the TV now that he’s looking at you. “Since you obviously don’t talk unless it's on your terms...”

“That’s not fucking fair and you know it. You’re being really selfish right now, you know that?” He shakes his head like you’ve gone completely delusional. “I never made you talk about your personal life. Like the fact that your birth mother gave you up.”

You visibly stiffened at that.

He certainly knows how to strike a nerve.

“Or the fact that you grew up with your foster parents and even though they “loved you like their own” and adopted you, sometimes you feel out of place with your adoptive brothers and older sister. You told me all of that but I never forced it out of you, I let you tell me when you were ready.” He stares at you, awaiting a response.

He really went there.

“Jungkook,” You glare at him, “Why would you use my past as leverage in an argument?” You turn completely away from him and bite your lip, “that’s low.”

Already having anticipated your reaction, he lets out a heavy sigh,. “I’m not using it as leverage, I’m using it as an example to show you that you’re being hypocritical. I love you but you can’t force me to talk about some things, I need time to-”

“I am not a hypocrite!” You raise your voice at him abruptly, making him pause mid-sentence.

Wow, you really sounded childish. Tears are forming at your eyes and your face feels like it was set on fire—this is not how tonight was supposed to go.

“I don’t understand why you would keep this type of stuff away from me.” You whine, brows furrowed and tight with a puffy pout. “How can you expect me to trust you when you can’t even talk to me about your own family?”

“Fine.” He snaps at you, tone sharper than you’ve ever heard it. But you can’t bring yourself to be phased by it. He pushes his damp locks from his forehead, exposing his dark brows in his wake.

“My mom was a nurse, my dad was a cop. Everything was fine when I was younger but behind closed doors, they were ripping each other's heads off.” His firey presence is decreasing in size the more he talks, now he’s just getting cold. “Only when I got older did I find out that my dad had a drinking problem and my mom was always on the verge of filing for divorce.” He sighs.

“He drank like he didn’t give a shit about his life and ended up dying in a DUI when I was 8. After that, my mom went through guys like fucking clockwork, there was a new one every few months. I gave her a lot of problems because- I don’t know, I was just reacting to a fucked-up situation. Her boyfriends would try to parent me, tell me to stop getting tattoos and smoking because it quote, ‘upset my mother.’ That was bullshit. I didn’t listen to any of the crap they had to say to me.” His voice was vehement and it was almost as if talking about it made him re-live parts of it.

“Why would I listen to someone who doesn’t know shit about me? I had to remind them that just because they fuck my mother doesn't mean they suddenly had a free pass to play daddy to me.” The blatant vulgarity of his words makes you shudder.

“A few years back, she started talking to this new guy. He was a successful businessman, lived in a nice area, he was everything she wanted. I knew she really liked him too, so I laid off a bit on getting into it with him so much. We didn’t talk much but he respected my space so I was fine with him. She stayed with him longer than she had with any of them. They’ve been married for 4 years, maybe 5 now? Besides his 25-year-old son from a previous marriage, he has a daughter with my mom, she’s I think 6 now...Yeah, her name is Jooe, she’s my half-sister.”

That’s the first time he’s ever mentioned a little sister. You grinned at the thought of Jungkook interacting with a cute little girl who favored his soft appearance.

“I had a falling out with their dad a few months back over some life choices I’ve decided to make. We can barely be in the same room for more than a few minutes without arguing now. My stepbrother was gonna have me come to his wedding but he knew his dad wouldn’t have liked that. I guess to avoid the commotion, he kept me out of the picture entirely, it was better for everyone in the end...I’m sorry I called you that night, I was so drunk.” He scoffed, sliding both hands down his face with a heavy sigh. “I wish I was drunk right now.”

That was it.

He said what you wanted to hear.

Silence engulfs the room and only now do you realize that the movie is indeed still on and Jimin is still in the bathroom. After a painful dead silence, he gets up and you watch him trail off into the kitchen. Of course, he went straight to the fridge, eyes in search of one of a bottle of relief. You don’t say a thing to him when he walks back to you with a bottle of his choice of alcohol and sits it on the table in front of you two.

He peers at you, hand reaching for the bottle but you stop him by grabbing his wrist. “What?”

“I’m sorry,” You blurt out, and you only ramble from then on, “I’ve never been in a serious relationship like this before and- And I don’t want to get hurt again. I was with this guy a long time ago, we met at school and while we were dating, he had been seeing this other girl. He didn’t answer my calls and when I went to his house to see if he was ok, this other girl was there, and she was pregnant.” You grimace at the thought.

“I got so mad, I wanted to hurt him the same way he was hurting me...I started screaming at him and hitting him, the girl eventually called the cops and they had to pull me off but he didn’t press charges against me.” You scoff. “I think they just felt sorry for me.”

He tightens his brows. “Why did you never tell me this?” When you first met, he would have never imagined that you did something like that. “That’s pretty rough stuff to carry, I didn’t know you had any past relationships.”

“Yeah, but it’s embarrassing...I thought you might think I’m crazy or something and decide to leave me.” You twiddle your fingers, looking up to gauge his reaction.

“Y/n, I’ve done some crazy shit, I’d be stupid to leave you just because that idiot pissed you off for knocking up some girl while dating you. I don’t blame you.” He takes a sip of beer and lets his hand rest on your upper thigh, almost touching the crease separating your hips and thigh. “I swear, I would never do something like that to you.”

You slide your hand over his, eyes wavering when he continues to stare you down with that look of want that never fails to chill you to the bone. He presses his face up into the crook your neck, his breath hot against your ear, “Do you hear me?” He almost purs. “Baby?” He trails his hand up to rest at the base of your neck, index finger tracing your skin. He’s too much.

“Mhm,” You nod, smiling, “we should head home, it’s getting late.” You clear your throat, and Jungkook moves away to look you over.

“Your place or mine,” He smirks,

You bite your lip. “Yours...”

“Hey, guys-” Jimin emerged from the bathroom and your eyes widened. “Sorry,” He snickers when he sees Jungkook’s hand leave you to settle on your lower back, “I didn’t mean to interrupt,”

“You’re not! Nope, you’re not interrupting anything,” You quickly stand to your feet, scrambling for your tote, “We’re actually about to head out.”

“Yeah, I gotta get her home, she’s got stuff to do in the morning.” Jungkook glances at you and you have to stop yourself from saying that you really don’t. But you know Jungkook is just saying that to get you two out of here without Jimin insisting that you stay.

“Okay,” Jimin just shrugs and grabs the bowl of pretzels off of the coffee table, “drive safe.”

“Thanks, Jimin, we’ll see you later,” You rush over to give him a goodbye hug, “thank you for tonight.” He easily wraps an arm around you with a smirk directed towards Jungkook.

“Okay,” Jungkook grabs your hand eagerly, “see you Hyung,”

Jungkook wisps you away and soon you two are in his car, anxious to fall into his floral-scented bed sheets.

You look through heavy eyelids to see a sheen of sweat covering his bare chest and some of his long hair was sticking to his forehead. He looks so, so good. Your eyes find the plumb blossom tattoo that you love so much and you follow it as it continues down his chest. On his left bicep, he’s got this intricate collage of little pictures he’s drawn, he’s even got a tattoo of a butterfly that you tried to draw one day. You told him not to use it because you didn’t think it was good enough, but a few days later, you showed up to his gym and there it was. He wears it proudly now and it makes you feel fuzzy inside.

Earlier, he reached into his nightstand for something, hand plundering around until he finds it. He sits up and he’s holding a lighter and a blunt in each hand. You're watching him through squinted eyes because you're sure he thinks you’re asleep. The blunt is pinched between his long fingers and he lights it, desperate to breathe the vapors for a fleeting euphoria. You make note that he keeps blunts in his nightstand for times like this.

His head lols back after the second drag and he sits it in the ashtray. He looks like art, smoking hot art. His earrings dangle when he moves, his hair beautifully unkempt—courtesy of you. His arms are lined with veins and that reminds you just how strong he is, and how easily he throws you around. The thought alone makes you remember how lucky you are.

“Mm...” He groans, mouth agape and eyes heavy with the after-effects. He smoothes his fingers over your cheek, smirking at how flushed the skin was. “You awake?”

“Yes.” You grumble.

“Let’s dance.” He grins.

“What? It’s 2 o’clock in the morning.” You sit up, “How do you have energy? I’m tired...” He had already hopped out of bed, black boxers being the only thing covering him. You watched as he typed a few things on his phone and the Bluetooth on his nightstand starts blaring out one of your favorite songs.

“Get up and dance with your boyfriend,” He grabbed your arm and started tugging you up, there was no point in resisting.

You let him place your arms around his neck and lead you to the rhythm that he followed naturally. You’ve only had the pleasure of going to the club with Jungkook twice and each time he gave you the dance sessions of your life. You had never been shot dirtier looks by more girls in your life, you just laughed it off as jealousy. Who could blame them? His hands find their place on your hips and he presses his face up against yours—these are the moments you get to experience Jungkook at his most transparent.

“Hey,” He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer, “are we good?”

“Yeah, we’re good.” You nod, “I’m sorry for even bringing your personal-life up in the first place, tonight wasn’t the night to talk about stuff like that.”

“Babe,” He doesn’t stop dancing with you as he reaches for the joint in the ashtray, “you were gonna find out sooner or later, it’s fine.” Mindful not to blow it in your face, he knows you hate that—maybe even more so than him actually smoking. He takes a hit and blows the cloud of smoke over your shoulder, eyes shutting in bliss when your fingers tangle into his luscious raven locks. “You feel sooo amazing...”

“Are you high?” You trace your hands down to his warm chest, he shivers at your touch.

He laughs, long hair covering his eyes when he looks at you. “No. Well, maybe a little-”

Suddenly, the music goes off and his phone buzzes rapidly. He reluctantly pulls away from you to grab it off of the nightstand, he stares at his phone.

“Who is it?” You inquire, taking a seat on the bed with him when he continues to stare at it.

“It’s Jooe.” He frowns, questioning why the little girl is even up at this hour. “Why is she even up this late? And when did she get a phone...”

“Answer it Jungkook,” You nudge him, “it could be an emergency.”

He picks it up and holds it to his ear. “Jooe? What are you doing up-” You hear a little voice over the phone and rambling on, your heart plummeting into your stomach at the thought of what she was telling him.

“Hey, slow down, tell me what happened,” His eyes are laser-focused and he grimaces at what she’s saying, “she’s okay now? It’s just you and your dad there? Why the fu-” He bites his tongue when he realizes who he’s talking to, “Why didn’t he call me?” He glances at you, a hand on your thigh to reassure you. “Okay, I’ll come first thing in the morning, tell her and your dad that.” She says a little something and he sighs. “Love you too.”

He puts the phone down and takes the longest drag of his blunt you’ve ever seen anyone take. There had to be not an ounce of oxygen in his lungs.

“What happened?”

“My mom is in the hospital.”

“Oh my gosh,” You gasp, “Is she okay?

“Her appendix ruptured about two hours ago and I got the call from a 6-year-old, not her husband. A 6-year-old, Y/n.” He abruptly stands up, hands pushing his hair back angrily, “I have some fucking words for him when I see him.” His ears are tomato red, he’s getting angry. You get up to drag him to the bathroom. “I have half a mind to go up there now-“

“Shh, you need to stay calm,” You flick on the light and put his toothbrush in his hand, “brush your teeth and get in bed. Don’t stress yourself, okay? I’ll go with you in the morning.” You wait for him to respond and he gives you a weak nod.

You tell him not to stress himself out but you’re freaking out on the inside. If you go with him in the morning, that’ll be the first time you meet his family and he’s not on good terms with his mother's husband. Now you have to get added to the mix. Jungkook walks out of the bathroom and basically dives face first into bed before crawling up to lay his head on your soft chest, arms wrapping around your middle. Sometimes he forgets how heavy he is and just crushes you, but you let it slide because he’s just so cute like that. He’s quiet, mind probably facing with worry. The steady beat of his heart, the rise, and fall of his chest as he let his eyes slip shut. You let him drift asleep with the comfort of knowing loving hands were holding him. When he gets like this, and life is literally kicking his butt, you feel like your problems pale in comparison. And it makes you hold him tighter.

They do you so so dirty, baby.

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To Love A Killer (Serial Killer! Markus x Simon)

Summary- There were a lot of things Simon never thought would happen in his life as he spent his days working in a quaint little bookstore to help him pay for school. One of them would be meeting well-known artist Markus Manfred suddenly frequenting the shop he worked at. At first Simon thought nothing of it. However as time went one Simon finds himself meeting Markus outside of work, and as time goes on he finds himself having feelings for him, little does Simon know that Markus has a dark secret that no one knows of, what will Simon do when he discovers it?

Authors Note- Okay, lame-ass summary aside here is my very first Simkus fanfic. Now, I’m going to be honest this fic might not a whole lot of smut in it. I mean there will be smut but probably just here and there and stuff. And as you know I like to add trigger warnings to my authors notes, so here we go. This chapter will feature a little bit of blood, and mention of torture. So heads up.

Now that we got that out of the way here is Chapter One of To Love A Killer, a Simkus fanfic. I hope you enjoy.

Chapter One: Just Another Day

It was another boring day, Simon mused as he peered out at the rain through the window of the shop. A sigh escaping his lips, the rain was keeping all but a brave few from shopping, not that Simon could really blame them, if it wasn’t for the fact that he had to work he would be home, curled up on his sofa with a mug of hot chocolate and his laptop open in front of him.

At that thought Simon let out another sigh, thinking about the piles upon piles of homework that was waiting for him at home that he wasn’t too excited to work on. But he guessed he couldn’t complain too much, he did say he wanted to work in health care. Tearing his gaze away from the window he turned to look around the store, there were a few people roaming the store, having braved the weather to search through the many shelves of books. Or, to get out of the weather after having been caught in the storm.

Letting out another sigh Simon continued to peer out the window, watching as people raced home. Letting his head rest on the counter he counted down until it was time for him and Josh, who was currently helping an elderly woman find a few books for her grandson, to close up. He just hoped that by that time the rain would have stopped the last thing he wanted was to walk home in the rain, since he had forgot his umbrella and his sweater at home. Since he was under the impression that today would be nice, and now...

As if to answer his unspoken question thunder rumbled overhead, followed by the lights flickering slightly. Before he could dwell on thoughts of the weather the bell above the door chimed, alerting him to another customer. Forcing himself to stand up straight his eyes immediately going to the man standing in the door way. And whatever greeting Simon was about to use died on his tongue.

***

Cleaning up had to be the hardest part Markus Manfred thought. As he watched as a swirl of red trickled down the sink drain, though the bigger problem Markus knew he would have later was cleaning the damn sink. But, he shrugged it off as he dried off his hands as he turned to his latest project. She had been beautiful, baby blue eyes staring up at him pleadingly as his knife sunk into the flesh of her face, remembering the thrill running through his body as she begged him to stop.

And he did, he did stop every once in while. Every once in a while he had stopped what he was doing to watch her as he circled the medical table he had her strapped to. Fear shining in her eyes as she tracked him, what had her name been?

Markus worried at his bottom lip as he stuffed her discarded clothes in a trash bag. It didn’t matter, it never really mattered really, after all they were just inspiration for his work, their suffering was what fueled his creativity. And now, now...Markus turned to the young woman lying dead on the gurney, blood now stained the floor around the gurney, along with the various tools he had used on her.

And how she had screamed when he had took the scalpel to her, the blade slicing through her skin like butter, bright red blood standing out against her alabaster skin, beautiful. Now, she was nothing. Just a lifeless husk, one that was of no use now, he had gotten all the inspiration he would need.

“Thank you.” Markus murmured, picking up the bone saw from the table beside him. “Thanks to you I will be able to make another master piece, thanks you for giving me motivation to keep working.” A small smile formed on his lips as he went about disposing of her body.

*A Few Hours Later.*

Now he was driving home, he was exhausted and yet he knew when he got home he wouldn’t be able to sleep. He was too wired, this was always the case whenever he was...well...Markus pushed her from his thoughts as he drove through the streets of Detroit, heading home after he had spent time at the local dump getting rid of whatever evidence there was.

And now, he was heading home to the way too empty house he had once shared with his father Carl Manfred, but since Carl had past away it was his, something he inherited along with...well, everything else. Since his brother Leo had proven time and time again that he wasn’t to be trusted with their father’s money.

Now, for anyone else that wouldn’t be such a big problem, of it wouldn’t be if it wasn’t for Leo constantly fighting him for it. And it was beginning to take it toll on him. Stifling a yawn Markus’ eye caught sight a small book store nestled on the corner of the street. Arching an eyebrow Markus could of swore he never saw that little store before. Shaking his head Markus decided it couldn’t hurt, after all he might find something that would grab his interest. He also loved to read, another thing he had picked up from Carl. His room was filled with books of every sort, ranging from romance to everything else, including horror.

Parking outside the store, Markus found himself moving towards the door, the small bell of above the door announcing his arrival, and Markus soon found himself staring at what he could only guess was the most gorgeous man he ever laid his eyes on...

#DBH #Simkus #Serial killer Markus #dbh markus #dbh Simon #Serial killer AU #Daniel is Simon's brother #Markus is a well-known artist #Chapter 1 of 10 #Kind of a meh chapter #Tw blood #Tw torture #Chapter jumps around I'm sorry #weird ass end.

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This Has Been Corrections

post 155 so spoilers!!

Summary: Carlos comes home, and makes dinner with his husband. Has Cecil Palmer ever eaten peppers before?

Warnings for food weirdness, mostly canon typical but gross/involving bugs)

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Cecil drove Carlos home after the press conference. He didn't say much. There wasn't much he could say.

He had already asked, Are you - how are you, bunny?

And then, Are you sure? I mean I'm glad you're okay, just, Carlos, oh, Carlos-

A thousand times, a thousand variations. Or maybe just five, before Cecil had realized that Carlos actually did seem okay and at that point the questions were more likely to become stressful. So. He stopped talking. It hadn't even been that long, from the doors of the police station to the press conference to here, now, the car.

It was the physicality of it that drew the experience out, time understood through heartbeats. Cecil, catching Carlos in the long, tight hug they'd shared outside of the police station. Carlos, leaning on Cecil's arm as he tweaked the mobile broadcast setup, tangled with him like a wire, setting him sparking under his skin.

And here, now, the car. Cecil cast half-melted glances at his husband and took his hand at every stoplight. Carlos had his eyes closed. He could look so serene. He could do this; it was an ability, something he did consciously, and honestly. He felt serene - the triumph of facts and logic had bolstered him against gravity, allowing him off the couch for the first time in weeks.

The car stopped at the light outside of their neighborhood. Carlos opened his hand and Cecil took it. They twined their fingers, palms together, and Cecil pressed Carlos' hand down against the console. It wasn't force, just pressure, just the weight of him determined to meet Carlos'.

After Cecil had parked, he turned to Carlos, rested a hand on his shoulder this time. Carlos opened his eyes, but waited to get out.

Cecil moved the hand to Carlos' cheek. "You're okay. I trust that. I trust you. But I want you to tell me if you need anything, okay? Even though you're okay."

"Sure, Ceec." Carlos tilted his head to kiss Cecil's fingertips, and stepped out of the car. He reclaimed Cecil's hand at his first opportunity, and as they walked in, he said, "Hey. I'll handle dinner tonight, okay? You've been really good about it while I was, hmm... trapped by my own momentum. Scientifically speaking."

"Are you sure? I mean, today was… You know." Cecil gestured vaguely, swinging their joined hands forward. "You know. It was pretty crazy. So I think I can handle one more night, if you need to rest, bunny."

"Mmm. I appreciate the thought, and you. But I want something to do with my hands."

Cecil hesitated, and said, "Then… let me help. Please."

Carlos stopped in the entryway, spinning so quickly that his labcoat flared. Cecil just caught himself stepping back, when Carlos beamed at his husband, and clapped his hands in front of his chest. "Oh, sure! I think... I think that would be a very good 'welcome home' thing, or... Um. I'm not sure how to present it scientifically. But yes. I want to make dinner with you."

They settled on what to make, and Carlos prepared the necessary ingredients, settling into the act of making and filling a list - chickpea pasta, sun-dried tomatoes, peppers. They were out of cilantro, but had plenty of dish soap, which Carlos preferred anyway.

He worked with what was in front of him, and only that. He rinsed the peppers, turning them over in his hands under the water one at a time, before passing them on to Cecil to cut. Carlos cataloged the fruit's features, size and smoothness and shine, and each was a color that he thought was beautiful. This one, a vivid, dangerous red, to warn away hungry animals, mimicking the physiology of more potent poisons. At least, he thought so...

Carlos held up the next pepper. Cecil opened his hand, and Carlos placed it in the center of his husband's palm.

Carlos said,"It's a scientific fact that bright colors are warnings! I think that's true of nature, too. I'm not really a botanist. But it's definitely true when you're talking about chemical warnings labels-" He demonstrated with another pepper, this one an appropriate shade of yellow. "Or, of course, the higher spectra of danger as depicted on any standard danger meter."

"Like this, you mean?" Cecil spun the pepper he'd received by its stem.

"Exactly like that!" Carlos rocked up on his toes. "So, according to standard fatality units, that pepper should be incredibly dangerous. We should have to, like, be watching for explosions or something-"

"Uh, so, should we be-" Cecil brandished the knife carefully, as if he'd never eaten peppers before. “-Doing this?”

"Oh, it's fine. There are two options here: option one is that peppers are just as dangerous as they look, for animals that contain less blood. With less blood, any toxins or venoms or poisons - which are different things, scientifically speaking - are less dilute. Also, humans are the only animals with straw-and-clay hearts that wouldn't be affected by most organic substances anyway.”

He settled back onto his heels, and held up an index finger. "Option two is just that peppers aren't very scientific. And they are kind of creepy inside, what with the bug eggs and all, so I can't discount that. It would be wrong of me to discount that without doing some research, and I've got a lot on my plate right now. So I can't say."

"A lot of science to do, right? Hmm. You're so cute when you're excited!" Cecil kissed Carlos' forehead, and returned his attention to the cutting board and the fruit waiting on it.

"I thought I looked like a child who wanted a toy, or who needed to pee," Carlos said. He was also facing the sink again.

"Oh." Cecil nudged a chunk of pepper away from the whole. "I did say that."

"Mhm. You did." Carlos had picked up another pepper, but he stopped before turning on the water. They had enough peppers, anyway. Enough with the peppers. Since cooking was a science, Carlos was qualified to say that there were supposed to be other flavors in the dish.

He had sun-dried tomatoes to skin. He would do that. And then there were only those sounds: the soft tearing of vegetable flesh by hand or knife. Tomato skin landed softly in the sink. The knife landed rhythmically against the cutting board, and then scrapped its work to the side.

"I'm sorry-"

"Carlos, I-"

They tried at the same time, and broke off. Carlos gathered himself first, or maybe did the opposite, or it wasn't so much that he did anything at all. What he had to say spilled out before he could stop it.

"I know I shouldn't have brought it up, or, if it was a problem, I should have brought it up before now. So that's on me. Anyway, it can wait. It'll wait. Can you hand me the pasta? The water's definitely ready. I think it's been ready, actually."

"Hold on. Breathe. Let me handle the pasta." Cecil claimed the box from the counter, and crossed to the stove. He tipped the pasta into water, which, thankfully, had not gotten too hot. He stirred as he spoke. "As for whether or not you should have said… Maybe. But I could have said something, too, which is...”

Carlos watched him from the sink, with his arms wrapped around his body. “Which is?”

“Which is, I… really shouldn't have said that. I take you and your work seriously, and… nothing about that statement reflected how I think of you. So. Can I offer a correction?"

"Okay."

Cecil flipped the spoon out of the pot, and tapped the water off. He held it under his chin. "Right. Corrections. I did feel like you were being childish. I guess. But it wasn't the way you stim. I just… felt… like you weren't listening. No matter what I said. Um. But that's all justification and excuses. I shouldn't have said that, and I'm sorry."

Carlos nodded, without relaxing. "Well… I'm sorry, too. I was so excited about doing science here, close to you, and I thought you would be too and then it took time for me to reconcile that strong preconception with the information in front of me. It's not like I didn't hear you. I did hear you. But I thought, about you, 'if I could just make him understand how cool and important these experiments are, he'd feel differently!' Which was really unfair. So. I'm sorry. That's what I've been thinking about – one thing."

"I mean, I thought I would be excited, too. I was excited about you being home more, and doing science at home. I love you, and your love of science, and all the ways you express that love! But it started to feel like you forgot about the home part, and all of these things that we chose together, and I was upset about that."

Water hissed onto the stove, and Cecil jolted. He spun around and made the necessary adjustments to the temperature. As he resumed stirring, Carlos came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his husband's waist, leaning his cheek onto Cecil's back. Cecil braced his hands on the edge of the stove carefully, adjusting his posture to invite Carlos' closeness.

Cecil continued, "I missed you the whole time, honestly. I know you had to get your experiments done, and I do appreciate your finding that space. But, Carlos, darling Carlos, I missed you. I wanted you home from the moment you left. I, uh, may have… resented both your actions at home and you being gone. And that was, like, super unfair of me, too. I said something really mean because of it, and I should know better, right?"

"You should. I'm sorry for making you feel that way, and I understand that you're sorry about what you said. I accept your apology.”

He kissed Cecil's back, over the spine and between the shoulder blades.

“You should know to pay more attention to what you say, and I should know to pay more attention to things other than science. Which doesn't mean that science isn't the coolest - I have charts. Do you want me to get the charts? No. No, I don't think the charts are actually what we need right now. What I mean is, I mean, we both do know better, but look, we've spent over twenty years at home in our fields, so it probably makes sense that we're still learning what it means to be at home with each other."

Cecil laughed, just gently, just spanning a breath. He straightened up, and Carlos stepped away so that Cecil could turn around and hold him.

Cecil said, "Well... I accept your apology, too. You know how I feel about learning, but I think I can make an exception for this, if it means spending time with you."

Carlos smiled up at him. "I know. I can tell... You were trying to make me feel at home these past few weeks."

Cecil winced. "Oh. Mhmm. I mean, I could tell it wasn't really working. You had a problem to solve, and we - our homes are within us, aren't they? You aren't at home with an unsolved problem."

"It's just the kind of people we are. It's the essence of us," Carlos agreed. "It's the things we do and the people we love and the connections and conflicts between these things..."

"That's home," Cecil finished. "Well. I'm glad you're home. Hon, I am so proud of you for solving the crime! You're the smartest person in Night Vale!"

He leaned down, and Carlos tilted his face up, and they kissed - not for so long, but enough to leave the sensation of breathlessness, anyway.

Cecil grinned. "I'm married to the smartest person in Night Vale! And I'm just so. So glad to have you back in our house, and home. I'm so glad you're safe. You know, words haven't been doing much for me lately. Will you let me show you what I think of you?"

Carlos pulled him into another kiss, even quicker, and assured him, "Oh, yes. I'll be sure to pay very close attention."

Cecil threaded his fingers into Carlos' hair, and kissed him, deep and full and with the lightness that a vanished ache left, until the water boiled over again.

#welcome to night vale #wtnv #cecilos #cecil palmer #carlos the scientist #wtnv fanfic #my fanfic #wtnv spoilers

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aivaehdaevis · 4 years

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The More Things Change: Ch 4

The More Things Change

by Aivaeh

Disclaimer: Familiar characters, plot elements, and settings belong to L.J. Smith, Julie Plec, and the CW. The author of this work of fanfiction has made no money from it. Summary: I have no idea how it happened, but one morning I woke up in the world of The Vampire Diaries. Which, aside from the insanity of waking up inside a television show made real, might not be so bad—if I weren't stuck in the body of vampire magnet and doppelgänger herself, Elena Gilbert. Pairing(s): OFC x Damon, OFC x Stefan, OFC x Elijah, OFC x Klaus Rating: M Warning(s): Graphic descriptions of violence on par with the show itself. References to sex and drug use. Mind control and all the issues of consent that go along with it. Character death. Master List External Links: AO3 | FF.Net | Wattpad

Chapter Four

Forehead resting against my knees, arms hugging my legs, I rocked back and forth even after the tears had stopped. Sinuses stuffed, I focused on the aftermath of my sob fest rather than the life I had no idea how to get back to. Thoughts of home and the grim conclusion that I had no idea how to leave Monster Falls did nothing but bring me to tears.

I couldn't afford that. I had to survive until I could find a way out.

The forest had left its mark on me. Apart from my mysterious scratches and bruises, there was dirt and sweat clinging to my skin. Given what had happened after skipping the cemetery, there was no way I wasn't going to show up at the Grill. Which meant another shower.

It was slower going than the first that morning. The hot water was soothing and helped clear my clogged sinuses. I ended up leaning halfway out of the spray to spare the bite marks. Not that they were huge, I was surprised by how small they appeared in the mirror compared to how much blood he'd gotten from me, but both punctures were fresh and still sore.

Part of me hoped Damon switched to blood bags soon, but the idea of being fed from again aroused feelings that frightened me. Maybe it was Elena. I hadn't ever been that turned on by the thought of being bit before. Now I had to avoid the memory, because this wasn't my body and I really wasn't in a head space for dealing with new and potentially dangerous kinks.

I rooted through Elena's closet while I dried. I found t-shirts and jeans, but most of her clothes were much nicer. Since the Grill was a casual get together, I picked out a sky-blue sweater that matched a lightweight patterned scarf and dark pair of jeans. From her twenty pair of shoes, I grabbed a pair of sneakers, because this was Mystic Falls. I wanted to be ready to run.

Not that it'd help, not with teleporting vampires, but it made me feel minutely better to know I was ready to sprint if I had to.

I was finishing up with the scarf when I heard the rumble of a garage door. The sun was low enough that golden light poured in through all the windows. Downstairs the side door in the kitchen opened.

Jenna had several take-out bags spread across the counter by the time I arrived. "Hey, Elena," she greeted, grabbing a stack of plates from the cabinet.

"Jeremy isn't here." I hadn't heard him come in, anyway.

Jenna frowned but replaced the bottom dish.

"And I'm going to the Grill."

Another plate joined it. "Guess it's just me and Basilico's then."

"Sorry."

Placing the remaining plate on the counter, Jenna flipped the kitchen lights on before opening the sacks. "No problem. Means more leftovers. Which means less of my cooking." The box she pulled out smelled divine. Savory tomato sauce, buttery cheese and herbs. "I think we can all agree that's cause for celebration."

Since I had no idea what Jenna's cooking tasted like, I answered with a noncommittal hum.

The lid lifted to reveal a pan of lasagna that looked amazing and made me regret waiting to get to the Grill. "When's Bonnie picking you up?"

Crap. In the show Elena had gone with Stefan. But he had no reason to come over. Had she driven? Had he? "Actually, I thought I'd drive."

Jenna's brows rose so high they'd practically summited her hairline. "Saywhatnow?"

"Unless that's not okay."

"Nonono. I mean, yes, of course it's okay! Elena!" Smiling, she grabbed my hand. I stiffened, but she didn't notice. "This is great!" She squeezed. "I'm so proud of you!"

I stared, flummoxed, but managed to return the squeeze before letting go. "Oh, um. Thanks Jenna."

She beamed as she unpacked the rest of her dinner. I distracted her by asking how her day had gone. She launched into an excited recitation about her meeting and her plans for her dissertation. Given all the practice I'd had today, I'd gotten excellent at mhmm-ing and adding the occasional nod or sympathetic noise where required.

Jenna was halfway through her meal, getting into something to do with childhood regression, when a doorbell chimed.

Pausing mid-sentence, Jenna pointed a fork with a bit of cheese hanging off it towards the archway. "Mind getting that?"

"Nope."

The sun had set while Jenna and I had talked. Except for a weak stripe of light leaking from the kitchen, the hallway between the dining room and front door was a long stretch of darkness. I found and pushed the light switch, but nothing happened. Since all I had to do was walk straight to avoid the walls, I crossed to the entryway anyway. Fishing for the handle, I pulled the door open as soon as I found it.

The porch was a little better lit from the streetlight. I could tell it was a man. One dressed in dark colors. "Hold on a sec." I felt around the wall for a switch to the either the hall, entryway, or the porch. One of them had to work.

Sure enough my fingers soon traced a series of flat switches. I went down the line, pressing each of them in turn. Half the bulbs in the house must've needed changing because the only one that would turn on was the porch light.

"There—oh!"

Stefan Salvatore blinked against the sudden burst of brightness. Once his eyes readjusted, he smiled. "Hi."

"Hi," I replied, when what I really wanted to ask him what he was doing there. I hadn't gone to the cemetery. Elena's diary was upstairs on her desk.

As if he could read my mind—could he?—he said, "We haven't met. I'm Stefan. Stefan—"

"Salvatore." I opened the door a tad wider. "We have history together."

His eyes lightened. "And English. Sorry to show up out of nowhere. I thought you might like this," his hand rose, lifting a familiar leather bag in its grip, "back."

"My bag." What. The. Hell. He handed it over to me. "I thought I forgot it at school."

There must've been enough doubt in my tone that he was able to pick up on it. "I found it on the ground not too far from here."

A chill that had nothing to do with the evening air fell over me. My suspicions that Damon had done something to my memory were confirmed. Not that I'd had much cause to doubt, but here was proof. I struggled to keep the dismay off my face and stay calm. "Weird." I smiled up at Stefan, whose stare was intense. Was he gauging my reaction? The idea made me even more anxious. I squeezed the strap, and the responding creak of leather reassured me that at least something today had turned out alright. "Thanks."

"You're welcome." He tucked his hands into his pockets. "You might want to check inside. Make sure everything's there. Some books and folders fell out. I think I got them all, but…" Stefan trailed off with a shrug.

"Oh." I opened my mouth, an invitation to come inside on the tip of my tongue, but I remembered Stefan was a vampire. I should never, ever let him in. "Just a second."

"Okay." If he was disappointed by the lack of invite, he hid it well. He just leaned a shoulder up against the door frame.

I carried the bag to the stairs. Light from the open door spilled across the floor and crept up part of the steps. I set the bag down at the bottom. I hadn't taken a complete inventory of everything that had been inside it earlier. Even so, all the folders and books from today were there, along with a few notebooks I hadn't had a chance to use. "I think everything's there."

"Good."

My thumb ran along the leather strap before I returned to the threshold. "Can I ask where, exactly, you found it?"

Stefan straightened. "You know the woods west of here?" My stomach churned, but I nodded. "About a ten-minute hike from King street."

"Oh." I stared down at my free hand where a few scratches stood out on my palm. "Well," I cleared my throat as I lifted my head again, "I'm glad you found it."

"So am I." Stefan's superhero chin jutted at the bag. "I'd be worried about losing that many textbooks."

"I hadn't even thought about that," I confessed. Elena's classes had been the last thing on my mind.

"And now you won't have to."

Relief widened my answering smile. "Yeah. Thank you. Really."

He shook his head. "I was in the area. Least I could do."

We watched one another. The silence stretched.

Stefan was the one to break it. "Well. I should," he stuck a thumb out behind him.

"Okay. Right." I lifted my hand in farewell. "See you tomorrow."

"Yeah."

We shared tentative smiles, and then I moved to shut the door. Stefan turned, walking back across the porch towards the stairs. He'd almost reached first step when I remembered—The Grill! He was supposed to go with Elena!

After everything that happened when I skipped the cemetery, I was leery of messing up anything else I'd seen on the show. "Stefan?"

The porch creaked underfoot as he turned about. "Yeah?"

I opened the door all the way. "My friends are having a little get together at the Grill tonight. Would you like to go?"

His brows arched in surprise. "I—yes. Absolutely."

Relief brightened my smile to something genuine. "Great. I'm just going to get my purse and jacket. I'll be right out."

"Alright." His answering grin was smaller, but sincere. "I'll be here."

"Good."

I slid the door shut and hurried up the stairs to Elena's room. I dropped the bag back by the desk where I'd found it that morning and grabbed the purse sitting at the top. Snatching her jacket from the bed, I headed back downstairs.

"Jenna?" I called, leaning over the railing.

"Yea—why's it dark in here?" The hall light flicked on. Jenna looked up. "What's up?"

"Where're the keys?"

"Aren't they still on key holder by the side door?"

I pressed my lips together, waving a hand. "Right. 'Course." I 'hah'ed. "Guess I'm spacey today."

"I'll grab them."

I reached the bottom step as she disappeared back into the dining room. "Key holder. Duh." I rifled through the purse's contents as I crossed the hall. Wallet. Makeup. Pens. Small notepad. Kleenex. Lip balm.

Hold on. Where'd I put her phone?

Her school bag. "Dammit," I muttered. The phone hadn't been inside when I'd checked. It must have fallen out and was now wherever Stefan had found the bag.

"Here you go." I looked up in time to hold out my hand as Jenna passed along the keys. "You'll be careful?"

"Course."

She smiled. Beamed really. "Okay. Have fun!"

"I'm sure I will." Provided I didn't screw up and let everyone know I was a body snatcher.

I rounded back towards the front door when Jenna called out. "Elena? Where are you going? SUV's in the garage."

I paused. "Yeah. I left a friend waiting for me on the porch. I was going to let him know I'd be pulling around."

Jenna's brows furrowed. "Why didn't you invite him in?"

"He's… shy."

Jenna's brows furrowed further. They were almost one.

I gave a firm nod and a grin. "So. I'll be… right back." I pointed back towards the dining room. "To go to the garage."

"O-kay."

I cringed as I turned around. I was careful to smooth my expression before opening the front door.

Stefan was leaning against a post, arms crossed. He was also sporting furrowed brows, but they relaxed as soon as he saw me.

"Hey. I'm just going to pull the SUV out." I stretched out to search the street in front of the house and then the driveway. "Where's your car?"

"I walked."

"Oh." I bit my bottom lip before offering, "You can ride with me." Elena must have driven them both in the episode. I'd be fine.

Stefan wasn't Damon.

He uncrossed his arms and straightened up. "Alright."

"Just," I held up a finger, "one more minute."

Stefan nodded and I smiled as I shut the door.

I blew out a breath. This was ridiculous. If this had been on television, Benny Hill music would've been playing.

I was about to head back when I heard a low buzzing. Suddenly, the light blew out with a pop, drenching the hall in darkness again. "Dammit."

Fortunately, the dining room and kitchen were still lit. Jenna looked up from the fridge, most of the takeout gone from the countertop. I was almost out the door when, "Wait!"

I stopped. Jenna shut the refrigerator and stood up, pointing. "Don't stay out late. It's a school night." The smirk that followed was smug with accomplishment.

I nodded, said a rushed, "Okay," and sped out the door.

Fortunately, once I was in the SUV the garage door opener was on the visor. I didn't have to waste time hunting it up. It occurred to me that if I was stuck in this mad world, I'd better become familiar with more than Elena's kitchen drawers.

Stefan was waiting beside the driveway, hands again stuffed in his pocket, slouching. He really had the seventeen-year-old act down. He came around the front to the passenger side and slid in.

He fastened his seat belt. We stared for several moments before I cleared my throat and finished backing out of the driveway.

I remembered Bonnie had gone left. What I wouldn't have given for GPS. I figured that if I kept heading west, I was bound to get to the center of town at some point.

Stefan sat quietly in the passenger seat. After a few minutes of the heater blowing, the low hum of the engine, and several turns, I remembered to ask where he found Elena's things. "Oh, I was missing something from my bag."

Stefan turned toward me and frowned. "What?"

"My phone."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah."

"I'll go back in the morning before school. See if I can find it."

"You don't have to go to the trouble. I just thought you could let me know where—"

"It's no trouble. I go hiking at sunup. I'll be out in the woods anyway."

Right. Breakfast.

He reached into his pocket. "If I could have your number," he said, lifting out a flip phone, "it'd make finding it a lot easier."

Shit.

Sitting in the turning lane at a red light, the blinker clicked as I hunted for some excuse. Stefan watched me, phone open, thumb hovering over the dial pad, waiting. As the clicking went from a few seconds to a minute, he glanced down at the screen. "I'll delete your number as soon as I've found it."

Crap. "No, it's… it's not that." I squeezed the steering wheel. "It's um, just." I blew out a breath. "You'll think I'm stupid—"

"I won't."

He was so earnest I couldn't help but crack a smile. "I'm… really bad with numbers."

To Stefan's credit, his expression didn't shift a millimeter. "You don't know your phone number?"

The wheel creaked under my hands. "…No."

His phone's lid snapped shut. "I'll do my best, but I'm not sure I'll see it."

Damn. Then I realized Elena couldn't be the only one who knew it. "Bonnie! Or Caroline. They'll have it in their phones and their both going to be at the Grill."

"I'll ask—"

"Bonnie."

Stefan glanced at me before sliding his phone back into his pocket, "Bonnie for your number."

The signal turned green. I glanced at the street sign before pressing the gas.

Washington Street.

Holy crap. I actually made it. Turning onto Mystic Falls' main street with a grin, I could see the clocktower in the distance and headed for it. The Grill hadn't been that far from City Hall.

I remembered that Washington drew a square around the historic building from my walk. Passing the clocktower, I wondered if it had been there when Stefan was born. Fortunately, I remembered right about the Grill being visible from the town center. The restaurant and bar were down a street which fed into Washington. There was no parking left around the Grill, and the nearest alley had stairs leading down. I passed the building, and Stefan didn't make any comment, so I supposed there must have been parking elsewhere.

I was right. A small lot filled with cars was a short distance away. We got a poor space in the back, narrow and far from the street or the lights. I didn't mind when Stefan kept close as we made our way to the sidewalk.

It was cool but not cold, and the night was clear. The city's lights dimmed the stars, but the few that were visible dotted the black sky. "The comet must pass pretty close to see it without a telescope."

Stefan glanced at me. "Are you going to the festival?"

If I didn't wake up. "Caroline, Bonnie, and I volunteered to help out."

"Do you do a lot of volunteer work?"

"Caroline makes certain of it."

The soft murmur of music filled the street as we passed beneath the Grill's awning. Light shone from the windows. Approaching the door, Stefan reached out and held it open. I thanked him with a gentle smile.

The murmur of people, the tumble of ice clacking together, and the distant crack of pool balls greeted us. I smelled cooked food and a fainter hint of citrus. The lighting was soft on the eyes, and the largest impression was of wood. Wooden floors, tables, booths—all polished and shining.

We walked by the greeting counters, beyond which I could see the bar and wall to wall mirror. I half expected the song from the episode to be playing as we walked in. Everyone I recognized had their eyes on us. "Fashionably late," I said quietly, nodding towards the table holding Matt and Bonnie as I shucked off my jacket.

Folding it over my arm, we both slowed as Matt slid out of his seat to greet us. Soon as he was within reach, he held out a hand. "Hey. I'm Matt. Nice to meet you."

"Hi," Stefan said as he accepted. "Stefan."

Letting go, Matt's attention shifted to me. There was strain in the tense lines of his face. I offered a small smile. "Hey."

His blue eyes gentled. "Hey. Glad you came."

"Me too." When the emotion in his stare became too much, I glanced away and caught sight of Vicki carrying a tray of food and drinks to a back table. Unease bloomed in my gut and climbed my neck as I watched her, very much alive.

Damon was going to kill her, and then Stefan would have to stake her.

A touch on my elbow startled me back to Stefan and Matt. Stefan's hand dropped back to his side. I pulled my lips into something resembling a smile. "Let's sit."

Matt led the way back to the table he shared with Bonnie.

Grinning as we neared, Bonnie said, "Hey. You made it."

"Yep."

I turned, about to grab a chair when Stefan pulled one out for me. I glanced down, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear as I thanked him. I draped my jacket over the back and sat. Bonnie arched a brow, mouth edging upward.

Stefan sat beside me as Caroline and Tyler left their game of pool to join us. There were introductions all around. Caroline wasted no time, starting right in with the interrogation. "So tell us everything."

Tyler pressed his lips together and cast a flat look at Caroline. She either didn't notice or chose to ignore it.

Stefan spread his hands across the tabletop. "There's not much to tell."

Caroline glanced Bonnie's way before smirking. "I highly doubt that."

His eyes sought mine, though not to plead for help, like I would've expected. Instead, they glinted with amusement. Stefan turned back to Caroline. "I was born here."

"No one would live here who wasn't," Tyler declared as he leaned back into his seat, grabbing a glass slick with condensation.

Stefan shrugged. With everyone's chairs packed together, his jacket rubbed against my sleeve. My arm tingled.

"So you were born in Mystic Falls..." Caroline prompted after sending a warning glare Tyler's way. Tyler made a 'what?' face before rolling his eyes and turning away.

Stefan followed the exchange. "And moved when I was still young." Not necessarily a lie. Seventeen would be young to a hundred and sixty-year-old.

I wondered if he'd spin his answers from the frayed threads of truth the whole night.

Bonnie decided to join in the impromptu grilling. "Parents?"

"They… passed away."

A moment of discomfort passed as all eyes shifted unerringly towards me. Subtle. Remembering what I'd seen of his father, and how that ended, I thought of the little boy who'd lost his mother. "I'm sorry."

Unlike the others, Stefan's steady stare held an unspoken understanding that made me feel like a fraud.

Thankfully, Caroline was eager to throw out bait and try to reel his attention back to her. "Sisters? Brothers?"

In an instant, the gentle warmth his eyes had shone with all evening was swallowed by a darkness that, ironically, made him resemble his brother. "None that I speak to." He left that bomb on the table as he turned back to Caroline. "I live with my Uncle."

The first lie.

Caroline looked disappointed by the lack of elaboration in his answers. Not that she was prepared to give up. "Are you going to the party tomorrow?"

"He's new, Care. He might not know," Bonnie said. "It's a back to school thing at the falls."

Stefan turned to me. "Are you going?"

Never let it be said Stefan Salvatore was ambiguous about his interest. The guy had serious tunnel vision. Caroline's forehead crinkled as her brows tightened. Even Matt frowned. Bonnie beamed as she said, "Of course she is." She ignored Caroline's sharp glance.

But I was again thinking about a certain attack. My gaze drifted back to Vicki, now standing near the bar.

The last time I tried to avoid an encounter, I ended up making everything worse. I'd given Damon the opening he'd lacked with the real Elena. The party would have lots of people, which arguably made it safer than Elena's house. So long as I stayed among them, Damon couldn't do anything. I met Stefan's waiting stare, wishing I could ask for the vervain necklace early. "Guess I'm drafted."

Stefan's lips quirked. "Then I guess I'll see you there."

Our eyes held, the green within his bright and shining like sun dappled leaves.

"So," Caroline said, sharp and demanding. "Likes? Hobbies?"

Back slouching into his chair, Tyler scoffed. "You writing up the guy's profile or something?"

"Shut up, Tyler." Her lips barely moved, but a frosty Forbes glare did more than enough talking. Tyler huffed before settling back, acting as if he hadn't just been chastised.

"I like to read. Hike." Stefan said before turning to regard the rest of the table. "The woods around here are beautiful."

"And dangerous," Matt said, frowning. "With all the attacks lately."

"I heard." Stefan's expression never changed. Not even so much as twitch. "Predators don't stick around in one place for very long. I'm sure the animal responsible will move on."

I couldn't help but glance to the window overlooking main street. With the sun down, traffic was a trickle. The night pressed in around the slender yellow glow of the streetlamps. I looked for the shadow of a man, or a bird, but found neither.

"Hey, Elena." Vicki's voice drew my attention back inside the Grill. Pad out, she stood beside our table, eying Stefan before focusing on me. "Usual?"

I had no idea what that would be. "Actually, could I have chicken and some juice?"

"What? Like chicken tenders?" she asked, scribbling. "And we got orange, apple, cranberry—"

"Orange is good. And yeah, tenders sound fine."

"Okay." Vicki smiled at Stefan. Caroline rolled her eyes while Tyler tensed. "And—"

"Stefan," he said. "I'll have the same, but with a coke."

"Alright." Vicki's pen scraped along her pad. "Be back with your drinks."

"Thanks, Vic," Matt added.

"My job, ain't it?" she replied before moving off.

"My sister," Matt said.

Stefan nodded.

Caroline kept the conversation focused on Stefan for another ten minutes before Tyler had enough and dragged Matt off to a game of pool. Bonnie then redirected talk to their classes. Caroline contributed something other than a hundred questions for Stefan by sharing the latest gossip already going around.

I didn't say much aside from commenting on my classes. Bonnie and Caroline didn't seem to expect me to talk. Bonnie kept soliciting my opinion anyway, which was sweet of her, if inconvenient. I didn't know what the real Elena would say. I kept my answers brief, smiled and nodded a lot.

Stefan watched me. Not in a way that made me uncomfortable, surprisingly. He just gazed every so often, catching my eye and holding it until I had to grin and look away. He'd have a little smile on his face when I'd glance at him again.

Vicki brought out our food. I wasn't blown away by it, but finished most of the basket. I kept peeking at Stefan eating from beneath my lashes. It was both odd and not, knowing what he was, and yet it was such a normal thing for someone to do.

When I finished my glass of orange juice, he offered to go up to the bar to get me another. "I can wait for Vicki."

"I'd like a refill too," Stefan replied as he stood. He smiled. "I'll be right back."

"Okay."

I was impressed that Bonnie waited for him to get a whole five feet away before pouncing. "Elena," she demanded, leaned over the table on folded arms, "what happened?"

"Yeah." Caroline stirred at her iced tea with a straw before quirking a brow at me. "What are you two doing together?"

Bonnie shot her a look that Caroline returned with an arched brow. I shrugged. "I lost my bag on the way home. Stefan found it and brought it over." I picked up a napkin and wiped at my fingers. "So I invited him."

"You lost your bag?" Bonnie frowned. "How'd that happen?"

"I must have set it down for a minute, spaced and forgot it." Crumpling up the napkin, I dropped it in the empty basket. "That reminds me, he needs to get my number from you, Bonnie."

"Okay, but," she added her own napkin to my basket, "why not just give it to him yourself?"

"I forgot it."

"You forgot it," Caroline repeated, incredulous.

"It's not like I used it a lot, Caroline," I replied defensively.

Bonnie looked as if she regretted asking. "Sure, Elena," she interjected. "I'll tell him."

"Thanks," I smiled.

"So what's he drive?" Caroline asked.

"What, you don't already know?" Bonnie smirked.

Caroline rolled her eyes.

"I don't know." Which I didn't. I honestly couldn't remember from the show. "He walked."

Bonnie asked, "So how'd you get here? Did Jenna drop you off?"

"No. I drove."

Both girls stared.

"Elena!" Bonnie beamed at me like Jenna had. "That's great!"

Caroline fiddled with her straw. "So you won't need rides to school?"

I blinked. "Um. No?"

Before anyone could say anything else, Stefan was back with the drinks.

"Here you go," he said, setting another orange juice in front of me before sitting with his own soda.

"Thank you." I smiled at him before taking a sip.

His gave a little smile back. "My pleasure."

The conversation continued. By the end of the evening, as we were all leaving and saying our goodbyes, I felt much better, buoyed by Caroline and Bonnie's company and Stefan's flattering attention. The concern for the doppelgänger's draw to each other had mostly disappeared to the back of my mind, along with the fact he was a vampire.

That didn't stop me from checking the parking lot as we crossed it.

Unlocking the SUV, I realized it would be strange if I just drove us both back to Elena's. If Stefan had really walked, and wasn't a vampire, Elena would be rude not to offer to drop him off at home.

But would Damon be there?

Settling inside, I debated with myself the whole time. My fingers had gone cold, and I missed the ignition the first time I tried to insert the key. When I finally got the engine turned on, I sucked down a breath and cleared my throat. "Do you want me to drop you off at your place?"

Stefan was quiet for a moment. "I can walk from yours."

The knot in my stomach began to unwind. Still, anyone else would probably find it odd and worrisome. They'd make sure. "It's late."

His answering grin was more than a little self-deprecating. "I'll be alright."

The ride was quiet. It wasn't awkward, though. A Black Eyed Peas song filled the car. Between the food, the bloodloss, and all the stress of the day, the headlights were pulling my attention like a moth to a flame. Rolling up to a red light, I stared into the other cars' lights until spots danced in front of my eyes. The mechanical chords of the music started to sound like a horn. And the lights got bigger and bigger until they were filling my vision as the horn blared—

"Elena?"

Stefan's hand on my shoulder snapped me back to my senses. The light was green. The car behind us was honking. Spots floated around my vision like psychedelic fireflies.

I took a breath, working on getting my head on straight as I accelerated through the intersection. "Sorry."

"It's alright." Stefan frowned.

"I guess I'm more tired than I realized." I blinked, as if that might clear the afterimages from my retinas. "I didn't mean to space off."

"It's fine." The warmth in his voice was lulling. "It's been a long day."

I cracked the window to stir in some fresh, chilled air. It helped keep my mind focused despite the weariness that crept around the edges of my thoughts. Leaning forward, I hit the search button on the radio and let chance pick the next station. It landed on country.

As if he could sense the fight I was waging with my own exhaustion, Stefan said, "I had a really nice time tonight."

Like the cool breeze, his words helped keep the weariness at bay. "Me too."

"Your friends seem nice."

"Once you get past Inquisitor Caroline, you mean."

He chuckled.

The sound made me feel stupid and drunk and happy. No. Murderous vampire. Eater of small woodland creatures. It wouldn't do. I tried to remember what happened when I let the last one in. Except that brought up thoughts of Damon's mouth pressed against my neck and his body curved over mine. I concentrated on the road to give myself time to arrange my expression into something less fawning and glow-y. Once I was properly composed, or at least less obviously besotted, I said, "You realize she's going to tell the whole school everything about you."

One glimpse of Stefan's slight smile and the ridiculous feelings were back. Worse, they'd brought friends. "I'm new. They'll lose interest soon enough."

"You have seen you, right?" I was pretty sure he had a reflection. A glanced at the passenger window as we passed under a streetlight and… yep. Reflection.

Stefan kept his eyes on the road, but the corner of his mouth turned up again. "Once or twice."

"Once or twice," I mimicked as best I could. Which wasn't very well, not in Elena's voice. Not that I'd do much better in mine. "Sorry to break it to you, Stefan, but they're not going to lose interest anytime soon."

He gave a doubtful hum. "I'm not very interesting." I scoffed at the idea. He shrugged. "I mostly keep to myself. I'd rather stay home and read then go to a party." He glanced over. "They'll find something or someone more exciting to talk about."

"You're going to the Falls."

Stefan smiled. "You're going to the Falls."

Oh, that little shit. I had to purse my lips to ward off the stupid smile that was determined to break through. Why did everything vaguely complimentary send me into a tizzy? It had to be the pull of the doppelgänger.

That and he was far too handsome. It really wasn't fair.

Big fluffy bunnies. Being eaten.

"You don't have to."

"I know."

"I mean if you want to spend time with me." What was I saying? This was a bad idea, but my stupid mouth kept going. "You could call. Make plans." Why couldn't I shut up?

We pulled up to another red light. I took the opportunity to look over. His eyes somehow shone, even in the heavy shadows cast by the dim dashboard lights of the car. "Plans."

I gripped the wheel and nodded. Ugh. I hate myself. No self-control.

"What kind of plans?"

"I don't know. Like tonight."

"Hang out. Have dinner."

He was doing this on purpose. I would have angled an unamused look his way, but the light had gone green and I needed my sights back on the road. "Yes, like hang out."

He answered with a grave nod, as if this was important information. Like I'd shared the solution to some complex mathematical equation. Or the secret to the cure for cancer. "Okay."

"Okay?" My eyes narrowed. There was a trick here.

"Okay," he reiterated.

I waited for the follow up. The dreaded 'date' word. It was an obvious opening, and anyone would have taken it. Except he didn't. As if some tentative accord had been reached, a soft and easy silence fell between us. One only the soft croon of Love Story filled, until the tension bled out of my body and I settled back into the seat. I was never going to be able to listen to Taylor Swift the same way again. My shoulders relaxed as we passed out of the business district and into the still and soft lit neighborhood streets.

How could Stefan be dangerous? He felt safe. So unlike his brother, who made every primal instinct in my body scream at his nearness. Stefan was calm and steady. Cautious of boundaries. Respectful.

It stayed comfortably quiet all the way to Elena's house. Shaking myself from the lull the rest of the drive had lured me into, I turned to thank Stefan.

Whose eyes were fixed on my neck.

I stilled, but my heartbeat rabbited as I held my breath.

Gritting his teeth, Stefan's jaw flared. He turned his head away and stared out at the garage. After a moment, he opened his door and slid out into the night air. When it shut behind him, I was finally able to breathe.

Okay. So there was the fear I'd been waiting for. My hands tightened into fists as I struggled to keep my breathing even and calm my racing heart. The last thing I wanted to do was tempt him.

I guided the SUV back into the garage. What was I doing? Wasn't one vampire's attention enough?

But Stefan had himself under control. For now. And if I was stuck in this world, and events started happening, I'd need to have him around.

Wow. Not to be selfish about it.

Given everything that happens to him, it'd probably be better for Stefan to run for the hills and get far away from Elena. She'd bring the Originals into his life. Lure Katherine back.

But no. He'd already proven his fascination with her. He wasn't going to take off.

Feeling calmer, I let out a long breath and got out of the car. I left the garage door up, figuring I'd close it once I went back inside. Stefan was waiting just beyond, hands tucked back into his jeans.

"Thanks again for inviting me," he said as I exited the garage.

"Thanks for coming." I fiddled with a key, winding it around the ring.

He smiled, and it eased more of the fear lingering in my chest. "I better get going."

"Yeah. It's late."

He nodded. "Good night, Elena."

"Night Stefan."

I watched as he strode off, until I lost him to the darkness between the houselights further down the street. For all I knew, he had sped off.

The house was dark once again as I walked into the kitchen, Jenna and Jeremy nowhere to be seen. I went to flip the switch and—

"Son of a bitch."

The lights wouldn't turn on. Frowning, I made a note to myself to check for spare bulbs the first chance I had to do some snooping. Until then, I had to feel my way around the counter and through the rest of the first floor.

The light under Jeremy's door was on, and I could hear him speaking to someone, though the exact words were lost. I moved on to Elena's room. And promptly discovered the light in here was out, too. I let out a disbelieving huff. "You gotta be kidding me."

What was going on with all the lights? I flipped the switch a few more times, but it remained dark except for a mix of moon and streetlights seeping in through the thin curtains.

I tossed the purse onto the desk and decided to deal with it later.

I'd had reading to do for class tomorrow. But between the bloodloss, the turmoil of emotions, and now the lights being dead, I wasn't going to be able to concentrate. And it wasn't as if I hadn't done all this before. I'd be fine leaving it tonight.

Besides, what if I woke up?

It was with that hopeful thought that I went to bed.

#fanfic #the vampire diaries #tvd #damon salvatore #stefan salvatore #the more things change #ofc #damon x ofc #stefan x ofc #elijah x ofc #klaus x ofc #oc #elijah mikaelson #klaus #elena gilbert #bonnie bennett #caroline forbes #jeremy gilbert

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lexprius · 5 years

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a cup of coffee? p.js ff

so this is my first fic, please mind the mistakes and grammars. english isnt my first language, now, lets get it!

2:00 A.M

you we're sitting at you're living room couch with tearful eyes. you sobbed and sobbed praying it was all a dream. you shouted you're lungs out asking "what did i do wrong? what did i? tell me!" you cried all night. heres what happened.

EARLIER, AT 12:00 A.M

you and you're parents we're joking around and talking about you're future. "dad watch out!" you shouted. you're dad gave you a confused look, as he turned to face the windows he saw a incoming van. then...all you saw was black. you woke up to see you're parents..dead, blood splattered all over their lifeless bodies, glass shards inserted into their skin leaving open wounds. luckily you, you had a few cuts and wounds but you made it out alive. police and an ambulance we're surrounding the car. the police sent a taxi for you to go home. with teary eyes that blurred out you're vision, you hopped into the taxi and made you're way home..

PRESENT

you couldnt sleep that night because of the tragedy, you felt a vibration on you're thigh, you checked it to see you're phone vibrating with a caller id. it was you're best friend jisung. why would he call at such an hour?

y/ns pov

you: w-why did you call? (sniff)

jisung: i knew what happened to you y/n..im sorry for you're loss. i can come over if you want?

you: thanks sungie, b-but i-i dont think you're parents w-would allow..

jisung: oh, thats no big deal! im actually alone at home, my parents arent here, they went to a trip.

you: o-oh..w-well i guess you can come over.

jisung: thanks y/n, i'll be there in a minute okay? stay strong~

you: dont forget to bring an umbrella okay? its raining out.

jisung: dont worry i wont

i hung up, threw my phone at the other end of the couch, i turned on the tv and watched a bit to keep my mind off my parents.

2 MINUTES LATER

i heard the front door ring, i stood up and opened the door revealing Jisung, but with wet hair and soaking clothes holding a bag of tteokbokki and sundubu.

you: jisung get in! you're gonna get sick!

i motioned for him to get in, he rushed inside quickly. hes clothes dripping all over the carpet. i grabbed a towel and some of my dads clothes..just by holding a bunch of i was already trying to hold back my tears. i lended them to jisung trying to hide my welled up eyes.

you: i told you to bring an umbrella.

jisung: sorry..i forgot

you replied with a smile and mouthing the words "its okay" to him, you grabbed a towel and dried him up

jisung: thanks y/n..

you: n-no prob, d-do you wanna eat?

jisung: yeah, im hella hungry

you took out the foods from the plastic bags and started munching them down. there was a tense and awkward atmostphere between you and jisung, jisung decided to break the silence by asking you a question.

jisung: can i stay for the night? i get scared when im home alone in the dark.

you: s-sure..

jisung: i feel really really sad for you y/n..i hope that you feel okay..

you: i feel so depressed already ji..do you know how hard it is to loose someone who raised you?

jisung: i know how it feels like..my grandpa passed away leaving my mom in tears..

you: its..its just so painful! its like multiple guns, and knives..all sorts of dangerous things hits you.

jisung gave you a warm and heartfelt hug...you cried on his shoulder..letting it all out.

you: (sob) w-w-why d-did have t-to b-be like t-this su-sungie? w-what did i do wrong to deserve this pain?

jisung: you did nothing wrong y/n-ssi..ms and mr. kim became beautiful angels soaring high above and sending the purest and whitest doves to you from the heavens..me and you are lucky that..we saw an angel..

you: thank you ji..

you then felt another warm embrace but from you're backside..you felt it was you're parents..

you: m-mommy..d-daddy..i love you..

1 HOUR LATER

you we're on the couch laying with jisung with you're head resting on his arms

you looked up at him and smiled

you: you really had the urge to take a selfie didnt you? (giggle)

jisung: (smile) nothings wrong with it right hehe~

you guys watched movies for hours..until you hadnt realize you fell asleep in jisungs embrace and he took another selca because he couldnt resist how cute you looked.

eventually he fell asleep too.

NEXT MORNING

you woke up to jisung sleeping next to you and you're tiny body wrapped around his arms, a red tint flushed all over you're face realizing what you have just saw. meanwhile, jisung woke up without you realizing because you we're blushing really hard almost becoming the color of his red sweater, jisung sat up from the sofa, he rested his chin on you're shoulder and wrapped and arms around you're tiny waist. you flinched at his sudden action but..you liked it.

jisung: morning~

you: good morning sung~

you saw with a smile and a small laugh, you and him jumped off the couch and headed you're way to the kitchen. you grabbed a bowl, a carton of milk, a box of cereal, and a metal spoon. the coldness of the metal sending shivers down you're body as you look over and glance at jisung at the kitchen counter grabbing a cup of water then making his way to reach out to you're cupboards to grab the coffee mix. the way his brown almost autumn like hair, his face that shined as the sun escapes the windows, the way his plump lips head towards his mug of coffee, and his adorable eyes that curve into a cresent as they smile when his eyes meet you'res..all these just make him look so..so alluring. you snapped back into reality as you felt something cold flowing down you're hands. you quickly placed the milk carton back on the table and rushed to get tissues to wipe off the remaining milk of you're hands. once you got them all off you sighed and scrunched you're face looking at you're overflowing bowl of cereal.

you: what a great start to my morning.

jisung: (laugh) totally!

you grabbed a towel and started wiping the table clean. you made yourself another cereal. once you succeded you placed it on the table in the living room, and plopped yourself down on the couch. jisung then approached you and handed you a mug.

jisung: a cup of coffee?

you: thanks ji (smile)

you reached for the mug and took a sip from it. you settled the mug back down on the table as you felt a slight bounce on the couch. you look over to see jisung sipping his coffee. suddenly, jisung flinched and quickly placed his cup on the table and let out a loud groan.

jisung: ahh! its hot!

you:(laugh) you should have blowed the coffee first (laugh)

jisung: (giggle)

11:00 AM

you we're on you're phone looking for some ideas for you and jisung to do cause both of you we're hella bored. you look over to jisung on his phone talking to his friend, renjun.

he looked over to you, he covered his phone speaker and asked

jisung: can he come over?

you: o-oh..y-yeah s-sure

jisung: thanks y/n!

jisung: okay hyung, you can come over!

you heard that renjun boy say "awesome!" in excitement. jisung ended the call then faced you

jisung: invite one of you're friends! then we can all have fun together?

you: thats awesome ji!

you say to him while he gave his smile that you can't get enough of. you decided to call you're friend yeeun, you dialed her number, you heard a familliar voice from he other line.

yeeun: hey y/n~~ so whats up?

you: w-wanna come over?

yeeun: heck yeah! what are we gonna do?

you: me and jisung are bored as hell yeeun, so we decided we wanted to bring some friends over.

yeeun: okay! i'll be there, time?

you look at jisung mouthing the words "what time?" and jisung replied with "2:00"

you: 2:00, if you're fine with it?

yeeun: sureeee~ okay gotta go now girlie, bye~

you: bye yeeun~

you ended the call and jisung looked at you

jisung: have you thought of something to do?

you: no, my mind is blank. you?

jisung: same..ah! i forgot i have twister! do you know how to play?

you: yeah! okay lets do that? anything else?

jisung: movies!

you: (giggle) you're so cute when you're excited

jisung blushes at the compliment he recieves, he scratches the back of his neck and just smiles at you.

you: o-oh yeah..w-wanna go to the park before they arrive?

jisung: o-oh, y-yeah sure why not?

you: i-i'll tell y-you s-something t-there..

you stood up and took a quick shower and prepared yourself. the thing is..you've been crushing on jisung for the past few months. you decided you wanted to tell him today

as you exited you're room you saw his tall figure standing in the living room waiting for you. his brown hair caged in his black hat, his lips curving into a smile as he sees something cute or funny on his phone. ugh, he was just so beautiful. he's eyes you'res.

you: jisung, lets go

jisung: ah, okay

you unlocked the door and stepped outside the home with jisung following you're footsteps.

Minutes Later

you lead jisung to the most beautiful part of the park, the cherry blossoms. where most couples go to. you faced jisung and took a deep breath.

you: okay..i have been keeping this for so long now and i decided today was the day i wanted to tell you.

jisung: w-what do you wanna tell me?

you: i grew feelings for you jisung! i-i like you- no..i love you park jisung.

jisung was shocked. he didnt speak but instead came closer towards you and cupped you're face.

jisung: i love you too, y/n.

he kissed you're lips as you stood there shocked. but of course..you kissed back. loving every moment. jisung broke the kiss, held you by the waist, lifted you and spun you around.

jisung: be mine?

you: definitely

#jisungfluff #nctjisung #nctdream

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jeeptime · 5 years

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IHNIWID 6/11/2019

Time passes more rapidly the less you engage in meaningful activities. Uncle Jeep Tim’s time was passing quite rapidly. Like Robin Williams in the 1996 movie Jack, Uncle Jeep Tim’s time seemed to be moving at four times the pace of everyone else’s.

While walking the dogs one evening a flurry of wind kicked up, sending approximately eight thousand seven hundred and thirty three whirly-gigs pinwheeling end over end. A muted cacophony of dried plant matter, stretched over helicopter frames, cascaded by Uncle Jeep Tim on what was sure to be the same route, on the same dog walk he took each and every evening.

Time was suspended, all those lost moments from life’s continual acceleration into agedness slammed on the brakes and came to a screeching halt at this exact and present moment.

What would you do if you realized that you had access to every lost moment in your life? Would you bat an eye if I told you that this week alone, sixteen minutes of your time has been spent on the toilet re-reading posts you have already seen on Facebook? Would it surprise you that the original sixteen minutes spent reading said posts was also wasted time?

Uncle Jeep Tim looked at the sidewalk and saw half of a bird. The thought echoed for eternity “but where is the rest of the bird”???

Time was frozen around Uncle Jeep Tim, an indescribable taste lingered on his taste buds; the stasis of time has a metallic tinge to it, not unlike thousand-year-old blood.

There appeared to be fissures on the crust of the earth, an air of oppression emanated from within these “hot pockets”. Like the heat waves seen radiating from hot tar on a summer day, these “heat waves” jagged between depravity and unbridled hedonistic rapture, jack-knifing up from the ruptured surface of the Earth.

Things had taken a sincerely sinister twist as Uncle Jeep Tim became increasingly aware of the perilous nature of being perched on the pernicious precipice of time. An alternate reality unveiled itself, stripped away, the cloak of time. Uncle Jeep Tim was on a different plain of existence. Far removed from day to day dog walks, his dogs had manifested in the form of two 8000 year long Ouroboros (Ourobori?) continually eating their own poop. Perpetual machines that never stopped to ask themselves if they should, but simply are.

Uncle Jeep Tim was not alone on what used to be Falmouth street. Little happy creatures burbling a stream of nonsense had replaced the whirlygigs that just moments prior were swirling past Uncle Jeep Tim’s ankles. They flowed around him like a river going down a stream, the “street” was not so much a tarred surface any more but the substrate of every surface that has ever existed at this exact place and time compiled into an androgynous landscape sprawling before him. Every surface was all possible elevations, every pock-marked path and every blade of grass and none of those things at the same time.

There was a certain beauty to be found in not being able to identify one single aspect of anything around him. It was like being inside a computer algorithms interpretation of what it means to exist but someone forgot to punch in the quantifier of time.

Even though there was no passage of time it appeared as though it was getting dark outside (”all of side”? For you see he was simultaneously inside of every structure that had ever existed in this space, while also occupying every outdoor space that had existed here as well). The creatures seemed to have taken a much more marked execution of their meanderings and were all now coalescing into large undulating groups. They didn’t seem as carefree anymore. They clearly had places to be.

As the last of the creatures streamed by Uncle Jeep Tim, a deep thrumming began to emanate from the surface of the Earth. It all happened so quickly he could barely register it as a subterranean creature surged forth from the fissure in the Earth and snatched up a meandering morsel and scarfed it down post-haste, before turning it’s alien eyes upon him.

Was that too spoopy for poodums?

That was just a really long way of saying Uncle Jeep Tim lives outside the confines of time and you’ll get an article when you get one.

Tune in next WHENEVER for another exciting installment of “Uncle Jeep Tim surely stole part of this plot from H.G. Wells - The Time Machine and the other part must have come from the time his Mother’s dog Smidgen ate two pot cookies containing an eighth of weed”.

Don’t think you can wait 3, 6, Possibly even 12 months for the next installment?

DON’T WORRY I HAVE A SALVE FOR THAT.

I mean seriously, I’m busy with other things now.

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Oh that’s not good enough? Here’s some Uncle Jeep Tim Original Meme’s you Fart-knockers. GOODNIGHT

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You seen all those Kyle Meme’s going around? Uncle Jeep Tim flips the script.

Perhaps some beer based puns?

Work related meme?

Or maybe vulgarity is your thing

One things for certain, you can expect more of me on my bullshit.

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mythicamagic · 5 years

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Terracotta Teeth - Chapter 6

During a long drive to Tokyo, Kagome’s car is totalled by a monstrous silver dog. She now finds herself stranded in a remote village, where the residents appear kind, if slightly distant. However something or someone seems a little too keen on making her stay, permanently.

Rated M for later chapters

Horror/Romance/Drama

You can read this story on Ao3, Fanfiction.net or Dokuga

Chapter One - here Chapter Two - here Chapter Three - here Chapter Four - here Chapter Five - Here Chapter Seven - here

Warning: Smut (yeah I know the policy is changing on tumblr but until a post of mine gets flagged I’ll post smut on here. Viva la revolution!)

Porcelain Skin ~

Slow breaths. In and out. Inhale and exhale. Kagome repeated this to herself like a mantra. She lay on her side as though dead, back exposed to the door while inwardly trembling under the covers. The icy grip of fear held her throat. She dared not move, praying he'd leave again. But her ears strained for noise, trying to find the slightest shift of weight on the hardwood floor.

She jumped. Something like hot, sticky vapour fanned over the nape of her neck. It came again and again in gentle pants. Kagome's hand clenched into a fist- swinging her arm numbly behind her. A warm palm caught her fist.

Trembling, she turned over slowly, meeting hooded gold.

"Tell me...what was it that you just saw?" The demon asked softly.

Her mind raced with alarm, feeling the mud caked on her feet. She must have trailed it through the house in her panic. Stupid!

"I-I don't know," she murmured. "And you won't tell me, I know that much." She panicked upon feeling her arm be drawn closer to him. "What are you going to do?"

His attention shifted from her hand to the frightened blue eyes that stared at him, entranced. "What do you want me to do?" He asked in a hushed tone.

Those eyes widened. She didn't know. Loneliness clung to her like a second skin, but the dangerous situation she was in couldn't be overlooked. Unless...

Unless she used it to her advantage. Kagome swallowed thickly. The pale demon stared, braced slightly over her. The rich iris of his eyes shifted, burning tawny until flecks of red swirled in, shifting like a kaleidoscope. It was both unnerving and thrilling to stare into red eyes. Clandestine hunger glowed, bright and fierce.

"You were...waiting outside my door a lot of nights. Why?"

Sesshoumaru remained silent for a moment. His jaw clenched. "You will not approve of the reason."

Kagome raised a brow, eerily reminded of when they'd first met. How awkwardly he'd said his name.

"Very well," he sighed, leaning a touch closer. "This one desired to be let in. Your warmth, scent...” nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply. “I lie sleepless craving it every night, knowing you are under the same roof."

She stared, cheeks heating slightly while pushing herself up on her elbows. "No one invited you in tonight and you're still here."

Kagome should not have taken her eyes off him, because the moment she did, Sesshoumaru pounced. Shoving her down with one hand, firm lips pressed to her throat. "Perhaps you should not have spied then. If the thought of us together is displeasing, then demand for me to leave," he rumbled quietly, scraping flushed skin with his fangs.

Exhaling, her hands twisted in the sheets. Stomach dissolving into butterflies, she shuddered. "Alright...please leave then."

It was like the fire's in the backs of his eyes had been doused. The almost ardent expression on his face was instantly replaced with an unreadable one as he leaned away. Sesshoumaru turned and stood, touching his mouth briefly. He then began to leave without another word, but soft hands enclosed around his arm. He froze- gaze shifting to the woman at his side, who quietly stared.

His fangs were embedded in his knuckles. Dried clay was still caked up to his forearms.

It occurred to her how tenuous his control was at that moment. The whites of his eyes kept flashing a deep red, breathing picking up. Slowly, careful fingers pried his hand away from his teeth. Kagome could feel the youki in the air now, rippling and hissing like sharp burning static. The puncture holes were bleeding, and Kagome leaned down, pressing her lips to the marks and dying her lips red with his blood. He tasted like iron and earth.

Fear did her no good, so she banished it. No more hiding under the covers from monsters. Sesshoumaru had turned deathly quiet.

She lifted her head, revealing her bloodied mouth. "I meant...please leave- but take me with you. Your bed is probably a thousand times softer than mine."

He stared intently, completely enthralled. Kagome didn't understand what it was about her that commanded his attention so strongly, but his fingers flexed- curling around her own in a tight grip. A white orb enclosed around them and Kagome pressed closer just as the arm suddenly around her waist brought her flush against him.

When the white orb dissipated, they were standing in a new room. She assumed it was his room, judging from the swords on the wall and traditional decor.

Sesshoumaru leaned down, and this time Kagome met his lips halfway, easing up on her tiptoes. Though she'd banished logic and her conscience for now, it felt embarrassing to admit heated excitement was already racing through her veins. She didn't need to fake any reaction. Her body responded like an instrument in his hands, strings plucked by lithe fingers. Kagome kissed him hard, digging her fingers into his shoulder as her free hand buried itself in silver locks. Her heart thundered in her chest, lungs inhaling sharply when his claws dragged down her thigh, hitching it to wrap around his waist.

Turning on his heel, the demon shoved her against a wall, grunting into her mouth. Blunt teeth latched onto his bottom lip, nipping. He brushed his tongue inside her mouth in retaliation. Their bodies shuddered and rocked slowly, hands exploring everywhere.

Stroking the silver hair, she caressed the shell of his curious pointed ear. Everything about him felt foreign and exotic. When her touch moved to his cheek, rubbing her thumb over a magenta stripe- a shuddering growl rumbled out from his chest.

Kagome pulled away from his mouth, blinking. Sesshoumaru attacked her neck with kisses instead. Her back arched and she gasped, rutting her hips forward just as a dim thought occurred to her. Picturing the bag sitting innocently in her room, Kagome shuddered.

"I-I forgot to take my pills today- ah!"

Sesshoumaru's claws tore at her pyjamas, nicking her skin. "Put them out of your mind."

"But I need them. I forget...why exactly but I know they're important."

His head rose, face inches from hers. Pulling the tatters of her clothing down her shoulders and leaving her half naked, his knuckles brushed down her arm. "Focus on this one," he said in a soft rumble, stepping back slightly. Taking her hands and bringing them to the front of his hankimono, he focused on loosening his obi tie enough for it to part. She blushed, tugging the clothing enough to expose the pale expanse of his chest.

Goosebumps kissed her skin just as he did, bringing her hand to the space over his heart. The strong beat of his heart thrummed against her palm, so she splayed it wide, feeling his lips at her neck. It occurred to her suddenly why he always dismissed the pills.

"You know...what the pills do, don't you?"

The Daiyoukai lifted her up, arms wrapped around her waist as he lay her down on the bed. She noted it was made up of furs that brushed her skin, cushioning her back.

"Yes," he leaned over her, silver hair falling forward to spill around them like a waterfall. "They fog your memories. Make you forget a certain thing that happened a few years ago."

Cold fear washed over her, and Kagome looked at him sightlessly, trying to search her mind for what it could be. His warm hand on her cheek startled her out of the daydream. His lips were thin as they peeled back, flashing sharp fangs. "This one has watched and wanted for a year, miko. Do not think of what occurred before. All you need to know...is that it makes you similar to myself. Rin asked for a miko mother and I found one, but I did not expect to be endeared to you by your fortitude. It is why I will mate you."

Kagome jolted, hands going to his shoulders. "A-and, what does that mean?"

"I suppose it could be seen as a form a marriage-"

"Wait a minute!" She barked. "That isn't what's happening, buster. We're having sex and that's it!"

"Call it what you will. Sex is a form of claiming."

"Well maybe I'll claim you," she growled, pushing herself up with all her strength to roll them, landing atop him. Straddling his waist, she grit her teeth. Something hard was already pressing between her legs. A sweet ache flared to life in her lower stomach. The demon looked up at her with a raised brow, as if doubting her resolve. Instinctively, she rocked her hips against his, eyes flashing.

Sesshoumaru inhaled sharply, giving a low growl as he gripped the back of her hair, tugging her head down.

Mouths melding, he worked her into a panting mess by shifting his hips in rhythm with hers, pressing his rigid, aching erection against her heated skin. Fingers teased, scratched and caressed, neither relinquishing their hold on the other.

She met his lips again and again, panting into his mouth. He lulled her into a sense of dizzying lust, and she took the initiative to slide her hands over the strong plains of his body. Pushing the red and white silk off his shoulders bared more magenta stripes. They began on his hip and slid suggestively down his pelvis.

Sesshoumaru reached down, curling a clawed finger inside her slick folds. She jolted when it scratched her, quivering at the mix of pain and pleasure. She moaned into his mouth, breaking away to pant heavily as he thrust another digit deep with her. Yet he seemed precise with his claws, careful to rub or slightly nick her slick flesh but not seriously harm. Kagome's knees tightened on either side of him. He continued to lick and press hard lips against her as she trembled and quaked around his fingers, gripping his shoulders tight.

Bravely, she reached down and tugged at his hankama, blushing bright red.

"Careful, miko. If you're set on a claiming, you'll have to take all of me."

"I-I can do that," she fibbed.

Sesshoumaru's lips curled up. His fangs scraped her nipple- nipping sharply. He raised his now slick knuckles to his mouth, languidly licking them clean and watching her with half lidded eyes.

Arousal coursed real and fast through her veins as she gasped, freeing his cock in response. Sesshoumaru shifted out of the white material, gripping her under her thighs and rutting their bodies together.

Once his bare skin touched hers, Kagome’s body flamed alight. A wetness and tightening need swelled inside her core.

He rubbed his length against her dripping entrance- and gold met blue. Suddenly the adrenaline died down a little, and the reality of what she was about to do settled on Kagome's shoulders. She couldn't deny her attraction, nor vague fear of this man. This demon who had stolen her away. But their skin blazed together, and the pleasure felt good after days of worry. Exhaling, she guided the head inside her. Her sex stretched to accommodate him, and Kagome held onto him, gritting her teeth. She sank her hips down just as he guided her, and a low sound escaped him. Lips parting in a silent scream, a moan built from the back of her throat, spilling out into the room.

Kagome tried her best to set the pace, but as a virgin, she had little experience with how exactly to best move. She winced and shuddered, growling and trying to keep Sesshoumaru down when he shifted. Gold flashed, and a deep snarl escaped him.

Gripping her hips, he toppled her easily, yanking her down beneath him.

He moved slowly at first, pulling in and out, her folds making wet, obscene sounds when he slammed back into her. Her back arched, nails digging harsh rivets into his shoulders.

"Y-you jerk. I said I was- gn- claiming."

"You're doing a poor job, so this Sesshoumaru has decided to take you instead. Except..." he thrust hard and deep, ripping a moan from her. "We'll be doing this my way."

Not understanding his meaning, Kagome squealed when he yanked her again. In a swift movement he flipped her over, earning a yelp as he angled her hips up and knelt between her knees.

He braced himself over her, inhaling the black hair that spilled over her shoulders and making a strange, rumbling purr. Her body quivered and she panted for breath. She gasped as his fingers teased her again to the point where she was bowing her back and panting.

Suddenly he was thrusting behind her. The striped hips moved hard and fast in merciless bucks. Kagome cried out each time, face flaming. All she could do was cushion her chin on the furs and try to move with him. But it felt impossible. His sheer strength and power made his grip on her uncompromising. The solid thrusts made him pound into her deeper and deeper. Her body jolted every time. Kagome's mind bled away into pleasure, until she didn't recognise herself. The miko became a mewling, needy thing, practically begging as saliva dripped down her chin.

As the ache inside curled her toes, white hot heat coxed her pleasure higher, and higher- until ravenous, teeth splitting need drowned out all thought.

Mine.

The thought firmly entrenched itself within her heart.

When the pleasure had died down, they'd lain together in a mess of sprawled limbs. His scent was comforting, warmth making her relax against him. She'd dozed contently in the arms of the demon. Long, deadly fingers had stroked her hair, a sated laziness in his mannerisms. She felt it when he kissed her forehead.

After an hour, he seemed truly asleep. Chest rising and falling, magenta lids remaining shut, lips slightly parted to reveal the hint of a fang. Kagome's eyes peeled open tiredly, and she stared at him for a long moment. He was kind of...beautiful up close. Her fingers twitched with want to touch. To trace a thumb over his lip.

Carefully untangling herself from him, she pulled herself up- wincing. Everywhere felt sore and slightly sticky with old traces of sweat. In between her thighs ached and pulsed, as though wanting to be filled again. Kagome blushed and clothed herself a dressing gown- the size dwarfing her. She resisted the urge to inhale his scent, hurrying out of the room with quiet steps. After quickly washing between her legs and dabbing a sponge over her damp face and collarbone, Kagome looked at her reflection tiredly.

She needed to find his car keys. The only problem was, she had no idea where they were. The only person who may be willing to tell her slept down the hallway, but Kagome's stomach turned at the thought. She wanted to leave Rin out of this escape, but...

She'd waste time by searching downstairs. Who knew how long Sesshoumaru would sleep for.

Dressing in jeans and a thick sweater fit for Autumn, Kagome put her sneakers on inside the house despite breech of manners. In what felt like seconds, the miko found herself bathed in shadow, standing outside Rin's room.

Sliding back the door, she stepped inside, finding the little girl asleep in her bed. The decor was oddly...sparse from what Kagome could see. No toys. Many paintings hung on the walls though, with a large desk near the wall where various sketchbooks were sprawled.

Kneeling down, Kagome steeled herself. Ever since Sango, she was cautious. Covering Rin's small mouth with her hand, she whispered: "Rin, wake up."

Brown eyes fluttered open and she started, hands coming up to hold Kagome's.

"Shhh," Kagome quickly soothed. "I need you to be quiet, okay? No loud noises. I just want to know where your father keeps his car keys."

Peeling her palm reluctantly away, she watched Rin stare up at her. "The...keys?" She asked in a hushed tone.

"Yeah. I'm...I'm going to buy a surprise for him from the little shop in the village. So, let's not wake him, okay? Just tell me where they are."

Rin shifted, unblinking. The miko fought not to glance down at her arm, wondering. Surely Rin was loyal to Sesshoumaru. Perhaps this was a mistake.

But the girl surprised her. "They're downstairs on the top shelf in the cupboard. The one near the irori."

Kagome breathed out with relief, smiling. "Thank you Rin, that's great. Go back to sleep now." She stood, lifting her bag onto her shoulder and turning.

"You're...coming back. Aren't you, Kagome?"

Not facing her, Kagome's hands folded, gripping her fingers tight. She didn't want to lie to the child, but it was necessary. "O-of course, silly. Be back in a flash!" Her voice wobbled slightly, but Kagome hurried out, closing the door behind her.

Trying to keep the remnants of her bravery together, she padded carefully down the hall. Passing Sesshoumaru's door, she held her breath as though it would help. Shifting down the stairs, she side-stepped any steps that creaked, having memorised them over the days. Her body curiously hummed with a continuous sweet ache. The place where his teeth had buried in her neck during his climax stung a little, pulsing. Deciding to try and ignore it, Kagome opened up the cupboard- snatched the keys and made her way outside.

The first stage of victory was in her grasp the moment she lay eyes on the black car in the driveway. Hurrying closer, she opened the car door and hastily sat in the drivers seat, slowly shutting it behind her to try and make as little noise as possible. It closed near silently. Kagome breathed out with relief.

"So what surprise are we getting?"

Jumping, Kagome whipped her head violently to the side. Rin sat primly in the passenger seat.

"H-honey, you can't be here right now. Why don't you go back to sleep? It's a school night, right? We don't want your father to worry."

Calm brown eyes stared back at her, nonplussed. "I think he'd be more worried about you sneaking out and trying to escape again."

A cold chill rattled Kagome's spine. Her knuckles turned bone white as she gripped the steering wheel. "What...are you?" She asked in a subdued voice. "You're not a child."

Rin sighed, adjusting her bed hair. "Not really, only in appearance. I don't really know what you'd call me, but it doesn't matter," she muttered, much more collected. The way she held herself, back straight and eyes steady reminded Kagome more of an adult. "Kagome- don't leave."

Turning the engine on, she shook her head. "Please just get out. I-I can't deal with this anymore."

The girl didn't budge, brows drawing together. "He's getting better slowly, he really is. If you just give it time, I really think Sesshoumaru will calm down-"

"Rin, I'm sorry, but I don't owe him anything." She grit out, even as her neck pulsed, the marks burning on her skin. "Or...you, for that matter. You asked him to fetch a miko mother. Y-you were there that night!" Blue eyes widened as it dawned on her. "Y-you lied to my face when he drove me to the village, played pretend by telling me you'd been travelling all day!"

Rin's hands met in her lap, eyes turning downcast. "Yes, I know. I can't go out of the barrier for too long but I wanted to be there. Wanted to see the woman he's become so...attached to." Those warm brown eyes rose up to meet hers. "It's a big deal. Kagome. Him, taking an interest in something outside the village. He can delude himself all he wants by saying kidnapping you is for the village, or for me. But he does genuinely...like you."

Kagome stared at her until the child winced. "He'd been watching you on and off- and I know how overbearing he is. Believe me. But you're the only chance we've got now. You can save us all-"

Putting the car into reverse, Kagome released the handbrake and turned the car around to face the exit of the drive. Hard blue eyes filled with tears stared hard ahead of her. "Please get out, Rin. I don't want to hear any more. He got in-between me and my family. My grandpa is sick, and who knows what else has happened while I've been gone. I can't let myself feel anything for Sesshoumaru, so just please. Please leave me alone."

Rin settled down in her seat, putting her seat-belt on in answer. Kagome sighed, "I'm forcing you out once I get to the border of the village."

The car pulled away, speeding out of the drive and along the pitch-black road through the heavy woods. The night sky remained dark and cloudy, blocking out the moon. Kagome drove in silence, biting her lip hard enough to make it tremble. Rin's gaze shifted to look up at her, noting the silent tear that rolled down her cheek.

"S-so long as you're here, you might as well answer some questions." Kagome sniffed, clearing her throat. "How old are you?"

"500 years. Um...give or take a few decades," Rin rested her cheek against the car door, staring up at the dark window.

"R-right," Kagome exhaled. "I saw your arm. What are you then?"

"I was originally human, but really that part doesn't matter." Rin mumbled, drawing her knees up and hugging them. Sensing it was a sore subject, Kagome sighed, leaving it be.

"Okay, so something I don't get; Why would Sesshoumaru ever say that stealing me will help the village? How would it?"

"The barrier around the village could be strengthened enormously with the input of your powers. If they joined with Sesshoumaru's when harnessed by the Halloween moon, it would become a real force field. Sesshoumaru thinks it's why I chose a miko mother. To protect the village and cut us all off from intruders once and for all."

"And why did you chose a miko?" Kagome asked in an acidic, turning at a corner.

Rin's lashes fell shut. "I figured if anyone could stand up to Sesshoumaru- snap him out of his need to protect us- it would be a miko. He needs...to let all this go, Kagome. Let me go.” Her lips bent up painfully. “So, yes. I did kind of twist things to get you here. But I'm doing this for my family," her smile turned rueful.

Kagome was about to reply when a loud noise rose up from beyond the trees. It echoed into the sky, roaring long and harsh, like a strangled snarl had been ripped from his throat. The sound buried itself inside Kagome's heart and made her teeth chatter. Slamming her foot down on the accelerator, the car sped down the road with a scatter of leaves dusting into the air behind it.

The tires bumped into the curb of the forest road, but she hardly cared. Fear pounded inside her skull. He was angry. For some reason, she could feel the thunder of his paws. They thrummed over the bite marks on her pulse. The sleek black car screeched. Kagome forced it to speed through the village.

"Where now, Rin?" She barked, disoriented. "Which road do I take to get out of here?"

The girl hesitated, and Kagome turned to her with wide eyes. "Rin!"

"I-it's that way," she pointed, wincing when the car lurched. Kagome turned the wheel, gunning the engine and willing them to go faster. The car ripped down the leaf infested road, and Kagome listened out for the snap out jaws- watched for the slightest hint of silver.

She gasped as they were sent into the air briefly- underestimating the size of a dirt mound on the road. The tires crashed into much cleaner, smoother black tarmac as they ripped through the village barrier and out onto the clean public road.

Kagome gasped, looking around at the very road where she'd first crashed. "I-I made it," she breathed, turning. "Alright Rin, you need to get out now so Sesshoumaru can-"

She stopped dead. The girl was pressing her small hands to her cheek, cupping it together.

"R-rin? Oh no, did you get hurt?" Forgetting her escape, Kagome ripped her own seat belt away to lean closer. "Let me see," she said gently.

A tired brown eye drifted to her listlessly. Kagome was struck by the utter apathy within it as Rin peeled her hands away.

Kagome's breath lurched and skittered to a stop. Cracks were spilling out of her small cheek like spiderwebs. A chipped pot crumbling. The indents were crumpling up into Rin's eye, threatening to collapse inwards.

Stumbling out of the car, Kagome sprinted around it to the passenger side. Lifting Rin carefully into her arms and pulling her from the vehicle, helplessness weighed down heavily onto her shoulders. "I-I don't know what to do. Tell me how to fix this."

Rin rested her good cheek against the miko's collarbone. "End this Kagome. Please, that's the only way you can help. Break the power binding us to this world. Sesshoumaru...will fix my body. He always does. But it's not helping me...I don't want to feel nothing anymore."

Her head lifted so that their eyes connected just as Rin's damaged one caved in, revealing a darkened, hollow shell for insides. There was no blood or eye socket. Just an empty vessel.

"Please free me," Rin whispered.

Kagome stared at her, frozen stiff with horror. She heard numerous things approaching then. The sound of paws and the rev of an engine.

Sesshoumaru arrived first, bursting out of the undergrowth. Leaves and twigs were lodged into his fur, red eyes crazed. He practically foamed at the mouth, jaws snapping as he stalked closer, panting heavily.

Her breath stilled and Kagome jumped when something else burst into the road from behind them. A large green truck skidded to a halt, the driver door slamming open. "Kagome! Get in, now!" Koga called.

Floundering, she looked between the two. Biting her lip, tears blurred her vision. "S-sesshoumaru," she murmured, bowing her head. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for her to get hurt. P-please just take her," she held Rin out from her body, not looking up.

Silence engulfed them. A shadow fell over Kagome’s face.

Something breathed hotly in her ear. The suggestion of teeth scraped her cheek.

"...Father, it hurts." Rin's small, childish voice piped up, drawing Sesshoumaru's attention away from the miko. "Take me home, p-please?"

A low, guttural growl hissed against the side of Kagome's mouth. The slight weight in her arms was taken away.

Kagome swallowed and turned on her heel, fleeing to the truck and not looking back. Climbing inside, she held her arms, leaning forward slightly and trying not to fall apart as Koga sped away with her.

The green truck sailed down the empty road, carrying them further and further away from the lonely, desolate village.

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luwha · 6 years

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Early Waltz

(This is the free drabbles i’ve been writting for my current RPG session, Vampire The Masquerade)

Warnings: Violence, innacurate mental illnesses, sexual themes, vampires so ofc blood af, i guess?

None of the texts were revised by me or fixed the grammars and sentences, so have mercy on me:

Early evening, Waltz.

Even though Waltz was known by it’s sheer smell of smoke and sweat, the long lines of cocaine and terrible, oh, terrible music, the earlier it got the more the music sounded slower and calmer. And the bass was being tuned, on the coffin, handmade, with a lot of old covers and painted in a dull tasteless black, the ink has experied and the wood not polished, rested Alle, a vampire.

Or tried to rest, as the music reverberated on his confined space, and he knew it was his own bass getting ready. Still, to early to leave the coffin safely, he picked from under his pilow an cigar butt, from a few that laid there as his bed did, and an almost empty lighter, shaped like a canteen. Lighted, he let the smoke form a tiny layer over him, getting his head a bit dizzy from the lack of oxygen.

He wouldn’t die because of it, not again. ‘You will’ the introspective voices of his constant madness kept teasing, weak and meaningless like they always were, at least on the status quo. It was almost impossibe to count time and hours as he dove into the constant distractions and feelings he had to fight so much to keep at bay, and what brough him back was his one night stand leaving his room without a hi or anything.

Not that he cared anyway.

He followed, not caring to dress up more than putting his old ass jeans, very alike with the pants he had when he died. Also shirtless, just as he died, chest exposed and daring the death to take him by the hands. Walked out, without shoes too, stepping on broken glass, dried fluids he wanted to believe it was just vodka or beer, so much dirt. The place was nasty, he had to agree, but if it was just a bit cleaner the low lifes wouldn’t feel like the place was meant for them, meant to be their grave as some killded themselves, some drinking for their very lifes. The Dealers, the depressed and crazy, all welcome to Waltz.

Being him one.

Down there, gina was almost done with the instrument, the bass so old the arm had some splinters, and the woman wasn’t surprised when he picked it without the armband, holding it like it was nothign with his left arm, checkign the tuning. Soemtimes Alle couldn’t believe she wasn’t a vampire, her tuning being greater than the glock she carried around: Waltz was a nightmare of a place.

His servant approached, after having a talk with the said night stand; a much older vampire, and without being given a chance to talk, Alle stole the cigar from his mouth, a thin line under the leather mask. Wasn’t Waltz a place for all sorts of heavy metal and death threats, he’d be mistaken by a BDSM enthusiast, but there he was nothing more than a Rammstain fan. The leather covered the ruins of his face and skin, a thin thing that felt like the remains ofver a corpse, a sign of his fall as a vampire.

And he spoke of the news. The schedule of his show, the drummer kept harassing a girl that soon pulled a knife, and Alle liked it. Those woman were the soul of that place, all of them being powerful on their sorts, and he was a silent shadow with them, making sure the man around wouldn’t dare to threat. And about woman, he offered his cigar to Gina with a small tilt of his head, she took it and left, the long nails short on the middle and ring fingers of both hands. The dark red nails. Blood.

The bar was getting fuller and fuller as the time passed, and wasn’t even 8pm and there were already people with weed and heroin, and Alle’s skin itched for some needles, but he let go.

His one night stand borrowed his phone, and he watched with a smile on his face as Kizar tried to sort how the tiny thing worked, and he didn’t miss a heartbeat to mock the man, moving the phone away as Kizar tried to sort out how exactly the voice got there, and where he had to speak. Older vampires were hot as hell but equally dumb on their perceptions.

Baleen was there, around them, fingers with claw-like nails twicthing. Yeah, thrusdays were those days that named the place, and thnaks to Cain his head was on it’s peak performance when he started to play, songs from his own composition, him being the only one that didn’t had a gutteral voice for vocals. A call, call for death hidden under poor metaphos of dugs, a dare to be put under the earth with an ancient call, followed by a reverberation of his bass.

Clichê, wasn’t he? A vampire who had a band, ironic. He couldn’t focus on the crowd, his vision blurred and mixing with the sounds, his perceptions so high he got confused and dizzy, almost missing a step and falling from the makeshift stage. The crowd didn’t bother to cheer or enjoy as it would be expected, them being a sort of people who would like the music to follow their deepest dreams, brought to the surface with the uneasy help of alcohol and sex.

And it was okay, he though. He wouldn’t cheer either, but yelling at the top of his lungs was relieving, a loud cry for war, a loud cry for death. The ending song, he picked one everyone used to make a small shitty mosh pit, Ratamahatta, but on the bits of it, he felt his hair on his nape shiver. A prey, he found a man on his middle 50’s almost passing out right there in the middle of the stablishment, themosh pit made of drunkyard humans being a great distraction.

Then he let the feelings come, tears on his face from nowhere clear, sensations he didn’t understand, he almost felt like he crossed a plane of ethereal existance, his fingers missing the accords heavly like if he had never learned how to play, and his gaze on the old man.

And then madness, he let his own madness be part of him, and he could feel him drop as his eyes forgot they could see, the man letting the bootle fall as quickly as Gina and Baleen rushed to get him, the excuses the same as always: “We don’t want y'all to step on him” or “we’re getting help” or anything fitting, most of them went missing unoticed and nothing stopped on Waltz to pay attention to that soul. He wasn’t even the first on of the night, three people passed out on the corners, a woman vomiting her guts out as her girlfrind held her. But that man was dragged, eyes seeing but blinded, ears listening the surreal sounds of fears, the brain unable to tell apart reality from fantasy, and he couldn’t scream.

Or he was screaming, inside his poor sad and human brain, that had now to eat the madness of almost a hundred years. An Vampire madness.

By the time the man left the song was over, and just two booed the missing lines and chords with the bass, unnoticed by the rest of the public, just as unnoticed as his tears and his small hard on of seeing a man fall victim of himself, Alle somewhat proud of how he could bear that on his head, being victim of this severe illness of mind. He felt more than that.. He was extremely excited, not fighing to hide his fangs or his inhuman movements, cold and clean.

without thanking the crowd, without talking, he dropped the bass on the stage like it was cheap like a pen and left, an interference lingering as the drummer ran to pick it up, cursing under his breath the owner of Waltz.

He knew where the man would be, and he signed for Kizar to follow, willing to show his friend a bit of his habits, feeling the anxiety now build inside as now his hands felt damn and his confidence vanished. A Cigar, he picked another now, smoking it fast and sorta furiously like the anger would help it to take effect.

Gina was already leaving the room, never asking anything about how shady it looked, but little she cared as she was the one who bribed the cops anytime it was needed. She probably killed more than three or four people and no one minded her business either. And she left with a “enjoy” on her lips. Could she be figuring out?

Would it matter? She cared so little.

On the corner, almost invisible, the nosferatu Baleen watched, the man laying on a old and rustied hospital strecher, covered in fluids and mostly blood, unable to move and yet without a single restrain. The man was free to go, but his mind chained him. What could he be listening to?

Alle walked, passionated and completly forgetting Kizar there, paying no attention as he dropped on the floor and held the man’s hand, with so much respect it would be holy if wasn’t just miserable, the callous hands, the tip of the fingers darkned either by hard work or illness, the smell of vodka, the pants pissed because his body couldn’t hold in any longer as the dementia devoured his head. And the man was nasty overral, clothes unfit and full of holes, discolored and strained with marks of sweat and oil, sweat damping under his unkept beard, back row of teet rot and his drool stinky with a little of vomit. Unmatching shoes.

Like Alle. Alle held the hand and drew it closer to his won face, cheeks smooch and hairless, he pressed the palms then against his lips, kissing the disgusting hands of the man, fat with hydratation problems form years of alcohol abuse, skin and coundtless horrors under the nails, only trimmed by tooth and swiss knife. And oh, he loved that, the misery of those low humans, the dull and hard skin that told stories of their ruin, like fallen rocks and vines in old temples, and he drunk the smell, he drunk the sweat, letting it smear on his lips and tongue now, an disgusting sigh.

It was terrible, worse when Alle stood up, watching the man now, not letting go of the hands that he kept on his face like a mother’s care of a child. then watched the eyes, not reacint to the dim light, the breath so random it was surprising he didn’t pass out yet, the drool now forming a mop on the shirt, and oh he wondered how that man was bearing it all, a cruel smile hiden with the fat fingers as he wondered what he was seeing, listening to, things Alle saw everyday, every single day for a hundred years.

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He couldn’t stop seeing that, as it ate the man, as it ate himself, his eyes numb as the man shown, now also his color’s, the lips other times thicker and cracked now felt so soft, both sharing more than a cruel bound of life and death and thousand taboos written by the mankind, but nos hsaring one mind, one long drawn whisper that asked them so may times; why, how, when.

So like him, the old man, so like him the hair that would’ve been so pretty and long but the lack of care made it oily and uneasy to caressing touches, so like him the tiny moans escaping the cries of the victim, strangled by, so like him, the madness, the detachment form the reality.

That sweet corpse was now him, and for a moment his brain couldn’t tell them apart, whow as who, as Alle felt his hands touching his cheeks and felt the same hands on his own, beyond the weirded eyes of Kizar and indifferent of Ballen.

And that would take so damn long, wouldn’t it? Kizar didn’t have a heart for suck bullshit, this living poetry that didn’t touch anyone’s heart or mind, the charm of the words lost in deafen ears as he picked his own dagger and calmly pushed on the old man’s left eye, playing with the body like he played with his targets on his list.

A long and loud scream form Alle threatened to overcome the song playing on the bar over them, an horrifying scream of agony, scaring both Baleen and kizar, a scream of sheer pain as alle held his own face. Kizar has stabbed his own eye,, his brain told him, his brain believed on that so damn much he felt the phantom pain of it, not yet understanding why he could see, see with the missing eye now beying toyed with on kizar’s hand.

And he saw the body laying there, himself, the socket where it should be, his blood spilling as his head felt weak and his stomach felt pain, trying to hold in the disgust, the fear of the image of himself laying there, laying like the old man havent felt pain, his body not reacting to the nerves impulse, the warm blood… … warm blood that didn’t even reached Alle’s nose, yet hoolering in pain from the stabbing.

- What’s going on? Is he gonna stare in silence like this? - you bet, sir, 'an’t tell what’s goin’ on there. Never bothered him before. - You two never shared? - Kizar asked, surprised that Alle didn’t offer them the man. - We do, sir, but he always do som’ weird shit before lettin’ me have it.

Alle felt deafened by the scream, the sound reverberating on his ears. He turned his head away from his own body on the rusty bed, but the turn was enough to spin his vision and make him puke, a clear vomit that had only alcohol and nothing much else. He tried to walk away, his knees feeling weak as his brain still forced him to see over and over the image, over and over his own eye, the black eye, on kizar’s hand.

He’d lost his appetite, he’d lost his will and strenght, striggling to leave the place that now felt so bright and clear, like it was being scorched by the sun itself. He couldn’t find the way ou, his blinded eye there but not being able to communicate, his mind somehwre else.

He’d fight if he could, who was the man that dared to blind him, the knife familiar.. The doorframe offered him support as he found out that the eye he no longer had could tear up like the reality surrounding him.

Or a surreality, per say, dragging him as he no longer could listen anything, or clearly see.

- Eh, he’s losing it. - Ballen commented, sighing. Long night ahead, it seems. - Tight! - Kizar laughed, interested more on the blood from the man than anything.

He didn’t want to look, and didn’t have to, his body laying there, his body calling, his body asking for it, for the end, for the request and defiance to the death he made a hundred years ago, a long lingering beg.

“And this is what’s last, what’s left of you, a corpse, a corpse a corpse that can no longer stand on a place, stand still on this reality. Do you know your name? And then what else do you know?” his body cried from behind him, the hair becoming longer and longer and the edges becoming liquid and gross like oil and tartar.

- Shut the fuc’ up..! - He whined low, lips not moving.

- See, he’s hummin’ now. - Baleen added. - Ain’t that dope or what. - Is it like this every time? - Nah, sir, he usually dances with the corpses. - Disgusting. Ballen laughed. - It sure is, sir.

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