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rhysismydaddy · 3 years

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Can you add me to the damnation tag list please? Thank you!! Also if you’re taking prompts: the song partition by Beyoncé, specifically the line “took 45 minutes to get all dressed up / and we ain’t even gonna make it to this club” for nessian or rowaelin

Rowan pulled at the collar of his shirt, frowning. He was already hot, and they weren’t even at the goddamn club. Hell, they hadn’t even left yet.

He was sitting in the car waiting for his wife, scrolling through his email and trying to resist the urge to back inside and throttle her. "Five minutes" his ass.

Even though he was irritated, he was used to this behavior. So was their driver, Ricky. When he'd told the stout man Aelin said she was almost ready, he'd just given Rowan a knowing smile, pulled out the newspaper, and rolled up the divider to give him some privacy.

Something he was very grateful for when, twenty minutes after she'd said she'd be ready, Aelin opened the back door and slid onto the seat across from him.

The phone fell from his hands, emails suddenly the last thing on his mind, as he took her in all the way from her curly blonde hair to her painted red toenails.

"What... what are you wearing?" he asked, voice embarrassingly raspy.

“A dress,” she replied simply, knocking on the divider between them and the driver to signal they were finally ready.

He scowled, because duh, but he’d never seen anything like what she was wearing.

First of all, it was fucking sheer.

Thin layers of black tulle wrapped around her frame, creating a see-through illusion that was messing with his mind. He guessed she was technically covered, but not enough he couldn’t see the outline of her high-cut black panties and bra. A lot of skin was showing.

Skin everyone in the club she was dragging him to would see.

“Aelin.”

“Mmm?”

“How many people are you trying to make me kill tonight?”

He wasn't a necessarily territorial man--at least he didn't think so. And the logical part of his brain told him that his wife loved him. He had nothing to worry about.

The not-so-logical part told him to not let her out of the car. Or to start cracking skulls.

His eyes finally figured out how to move off her breasts and as he looked at her face, she smiled at him knowingly. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Rowan growled, trying to discretely shift himself in his pants.

She noticed, of course, and her grin grew. “Rowan, get it together. If you can’t even make a twenty minute car ride, how are you going to deal with me dancing on you tonight?”

“I’m not,” he gruffed, looking at her innocent little nose. “I’m going to stand at the bar and glare at anyone who tries to get close to you.”

She tilted her head, considering this. “I don’t think so. I want to dance with you."

"Then you should've worn something less... tempting."

"Tempting?" Aelin asked, pulling her bottom lip through her teeth slowly. "What do you mean?"

"Stop acting innocent. You wear a dress like that, and you're going to get my attention."

She leaned back, hips sliding down the seat and thighs falling open.

Skulls. Cracking.

"What are you tempted to do?"

It was a breathy whisper, one that told him she was just as hot and bothered as him.

Leaning forward, he braced his elbows on his knees and his hands on hers, edging her thighs open a little further. Running his thumbs across her soft skin, he grinned when he felt it pebble and her breathing grow shallow.

"Currently," he began, running his hands down her calves, back over her knees, up her thighs. "I'm tempted to get on my knees before you and worship you. You look like a goddess, Fireheart."

She grinned, opening her mouth to respond, but he brought a hand up and brushed a finger down that bright red lip. "And then I'm tempted to fuck your mouth for messing with me in the first place."

Her lips parted, drawing his thumb inside her mouth, and he almost came at the sinful lap of her tongue. He pushed it deeper, eyes drifting closed when she moaned.

"But, you've been waiting for this opening for a while," he said, acting unaffected despite the tent in his pants and sitting back. "And you've obviously spent a while getting ready. I can wait."

She made an angry, frustrated sound and flung herself on him, somehow ending up on his lap, her knees by his hips. "I lied," she breathed, pushing herself down against him. "There isn't a club opening tonight. It opened last week, and I went with Lysandra. I just wanted-"

He knew what she wanted. And like always, he gave it to her.

A hand on the back of her neck pulled her mouth to his, and Rowan kissed her desperately, deep and searching and thorough. He met her tongue with his, sucked on her lips, kissed her the way he would if he got between her thighs. If the way she was moving on him was any indication, she knew exactly what he was doing and was enjoying it.

His hands pushed up the thin material, and then he was gripping her ass, growling at the fact that she'd been about to wear this in public.

"I'm going to kill the neighbors," he told her, realizing they might have seen her walk to the car.

"Okay," she agreed, tilting her head back as Rowan kissed her neck. "I hate them anyway."

He was too hard, too desperate to be amused.

The desperation led to him ripping her panties off, something he knew she'd give him shit for later. But it seemed she was too far gone to care much, especially as he slipped two fingers up her thigh and pushed them into her. She sucked in a sharp breath, eyes drifting closed and head falling back.

He groaned at how tight and wet she was, clenching his jaw. The way she moved her hips gave him just enough friction that he couldn't think, and he fucked her harder with his fingers in retaliation.

His thumb drew small, quick circles on the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs, clenching his jaw and going faster when she tightened around him.

"Ro, I'm going to-"

She cut herself off and released a curse that would make even the most seasoned sailor blush as the car slowed to a stop, making him chuckle.

Aelin leaned over and slapped the intercom button to connect them to the driver. Right as she opened her mouth to speak, Rowan curled his fingers and pushed his thumb against her clit in a way he knew would drive her wild. She gasped, trying to hide it under a cough. "Um, fuck, just- just drive around, Ricky!"

The amused response came through a second later. "Of course, ma'am."

He likely knew exactly what they were doing back here, but Rowan didn't have half a mind to care.

As the car started moving again, Aelin sat back up and slapped his chest. "You're such an asshole."

He made another circle with his thumb. "Am I?"

She trembled, shaking her head, and he gave her a slow smile.

One hand buried between her thighs, he used the other to tug down the front of her dress and bra. His mouth came to her breast, and he swirled his tongue around her nipple in time with the movements of his thumb.

Aelin groaned loudly, fingers digging into his shoulders and hips churning sloppily.

"That's it," he encouraged, tugging on her nipple with his teeth. "Ride my hand, Fireheart."

He knew she was getting close from the way she tightened around his fingers, so he released her breasts and licked a line up the column of her throat. Her head was thrown back, giving him plenty of access, and he made use of it, sucking and licking and biting at her skin until he knew he'd leave a mark.

She cried out as she came, loud enough he hoped Ricky had a serious hearing problem.

Her legs shook and she trembled, but he kept going until she stilled and collapsed into his chest. Then he pulled them out and licked them clean, eyes rolling back at the taste of her.

After three years of marriage, she was still the hottest thing he'd ever seen.

Not that he was surprised--she constantly did things like this that made him burn hotter and hotter for her as the years went by.

Apparently, the sentiment was requited, because before he knew what she was doing, his wife slid to her knees before him and flicked open his belt.

She met his eyes as she freed him, running a finger slowly down the length of him.

"Aelin," he warned, not in the mood to be teased. Normally, he'd sit there all day and let her fool around, but he wanted her--needed her--now.

She rolled her eyes, but gave him what he needed, leaning down to put her mouth on him.

A muttered "fuck" fell off his lips, his hips bucking slightly at the sudden sensation.

Her hands were running over his thighs and up his abs, like she relished the feel of him as much he did her.

Pulling back, she hollowed her cheeks and circled her tongue around his tip. Rowan's hands were fists at his sides and his jaw was clenched tight. She's been down there for ten seconds, he reminded himself, trying not to be a chump.

Except it felt too goddamn good.

She knew exactly what he liked, and she gave it to him so fucking well he could do nothing but sit there and try not to act like a wild animal.

His hands found their way into her hair, holding it back to give him an unobstructed view.

Her full lips enveloped him, staining his cock red, and he almost came at the sight.

"Look at me," he rasped, groaning when she opened her eyes to meet his. "Fucking hell."

Those eyes undid him, and he didn't care if it made him a chump or not.

"I'm close," he warned her, pulling out a little.

But she was having none of that and dipped her head to take all of him again.

With another muffled curse, release found him, and if there was ever any doubt as to if she was the perfect woman for him, it was gone the second she moaned as he came down her throat.

His head hit the seat behind him as he breathed and breathed and tried to not pass out.

Sitting up on her knees, Aelin licked her lips and looked him over slowly.

Rowan tucked himself back into his trousers, then grabbed her arms and pulled her up onto his lap. He tucked her into him, fixing her clothes as best he could. She'd definitely have to wear his jacket when she got out, considering he'd torn her underwear off, but that was a problem for later.

He kissed her brow, smiling. "Happy anniversary, Fireheart."

Her head tilted back, those eyes meeting his again. "Happy anniversary, Buzzard."

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outerbankspreferences · 3 years

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Love Story - JJ Maybank

Request: Anonymous said:A jj imagine where the reader and him are secretly dating cause she’s a kook but she has a “fake” (rafe doesn’t think it’s fake and wants it to be real) relationship with rafe because their parents made them date for the family buisness or whatever and rafe catches them meeting up one night or something and he tells her parents and they go and get her and she fights to be with him??? (Sorry Ik it’s super long lol)

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A/N: I am so sorry this took so long to post, but I’ve been going through some stuff and working, but I hope you enjoy this, Plus this is the longest fic I’ve ever written.

We were both young when I first saw you I close my eyes and the flashback starts I'm standin' there On a balcony in summer air See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns See you make your way through the crowd And say, "Hello" Little did I know

You were stuck at another Kook event hosted by the country club your parents attend. Your parents were one of the wealthier families in the Outer banks. Your father was the district attorney, and your mother was an accomplished writer. You always hated the flashy money lifestyle they lived, finding it completely fake. The only other family that came closer to yours were the Cameron’s’. Ward and Rose Cameron had plenty of businesses and investments which helped them claim high status on the Figure Eight.

It’s didn’t surprise anyone how close the two families were. You and Sarah were close friends considering you were the same age. You and Sarah bonded over many shopping trips and getaways. You weren’t as close with her other siblings, finding Wheezie annoying and Rafe stuck up. You thought maybe Rafe would grow out of things as he got older, but he grew into a nasty personality that your parents were oblivious to.

It had been your father and Ward’s idea to set the two of you up. Ward was trying to sneak his way into your lives, thinking the DA wouldn’t be a bad friend to have when he needed something done. Your father thought Rafe was a “wonderful young gentleman with plenty to offer.” You didn’t think anything of it when it would just be your parents and the two of you until you found out from Sarah that she wasn’t invited because of this arrangement.

You were happy to carry on the façade if it helped your parents. What could it hurt? A few supper dates and showing up to events together. At least you wouldn’t have suffer through dumb Kook things alone. Soon enough you and Rafe started to hang out even when you didn’t have to. You liked seeing this side of Rafe, a more vulnerable side. He was carefree and silly when he was with you. Rafe had found himself falling for you and all your quirks. He had been feeling a lot of pressure from his father about taking over the business, and you seemed to ease some of the pressure from him.

You thought he was an okay person before he started doing drugs. You were fine with smoking weed considering you smoked yourself. You were even okay with the partying and drinking, but when you found out he was snorting coke, it went too far for you. You had talked to him about and he would always brush it off as being too stressed and it helped him. He would always get upset when you talked about, so you tried to avoid the subject.

Soon enough the drugs took over his life and he started to sell them. The people he hung out with scared you, so you kept your distance. It was rolling around to Midsummers and you were nervous of going with Rafe. He seemed to be snapping at you more and more lately and you weren’t looking forward to seeing him.

You and Sarah had gone to the mainland one day to go dress shopping and have lunch. You guys were wondering around the store when she started going on about some boy she had met. “I don’t know Y/N, he’s so great but things are so complicated.” Sarah spoke, but you didn’t understand. The last time you checked she was seeing Topper, and things were going great. “Wait are we talking about Topper? What can be complicated there, he’s a nice guy.” You questioned. “What if I’m not talking about Topper?” She trailed off, trying to gage your reaction. “I don’t know you guys were having troubles, but if he doesn’t make you happy then you should probably move on before it gets too serious.” You skimmed through some more dresses, grabbing a green one you liked. “Wait, if you’re not seeing Topper then, who is it?” You looked over at her.

“You promise not to tell anyone?” She asked almost whispering like the other people in the store might be listening. You nodded encouraging her to tell you. “John B.” She whispered. “John B. that works on your dads bought John B.? Oh-Rose is going to so pissed.” You laughed to yourself. “Yeah, we had some weird encounter the other day after the Boneyard party.” “You mean the party that he fought Topper, and that JJ Maybank almost shot him?” You recounted the last party you guys went too; things had gotten out hand quickly. “You know how things went down Y/N, Topper almost killed John B.” She reminded you. “Well, if he makes you happy then I say go for it. I’ll support you. I mean, he’s friends are pretty hot.” You giggled thinking about how attractive you found JJ.

You never tried to pursue anything with JJ because everyone knew he didn’t go for Kooks, or actual relationships. It was more of a “one and done” kind of scenario with him, and you knew that’s not what you wanted. It didn’t stop you from checking him out from your bedroom window when he came to mow your lawn once a week.

The night of midsummers had finally rolled around, and you were getting everything ready. You had your hair appointment earlier in the day and now you were getting the finishing touches of your makeup down and giggling with Sarah. “Are you guys almost done?” Rose had come in seeming inpatient. This year the Cameron’s were getting honored for all the hard work Ward had down for the community and you had to walk in with them. “Uh yeah we’re almost done, just finishing up.” You spoke up. Rose let out a huff and told you guys to be downstairs in five minutes. “Oh god, I think that crowns gone to her head.” Sarah spoke up making you laugh out loud. “What’s so funny in here?” Rafe came in texting on his phone. He was wearing a baby blue suit and you had on a simple off-white gown. When Rafe looked at you his jaw dropped. He had been to plenty events with you, but you had never gotten this dressed up. He thought looked stunning in your dress. “Holy shit Y/L/N, you look amazing” he spoke causing you to blush. Rose called up to you guys again pulling you from you trance. You and Sarah got up and headed downstairs and Rafe said he needed to get something from his room.

You guys were downstairs taking pictures with your family when you father asked where Rafe was. “I’m right here” Rafe spoke coming around the corner. You could see a bit of white powder on his suit and you knew exactly what he went to do. You rushed up and brushed the bit of powder away before anyone could tell and he let out a silent thank you. Once you got the pictures done, everyone got ready to leave, but you pulled Rafe aside for a second.

“No funny business, promise?” You asked looking into his eyes, but all you could see were blown pulps and him rolling them. “When do I ever cause problems?” He countered obviously annoyed. “I’m not saying that Rafe, I’m just saying that I don’t want anything to happen like last time.” You explained. He moved out of your grip and headed for the door. “As long as those Pouges don’t cause any problems then we have nothing to worry about.”

You practically avoided Rafe like the plague the rest of the night. You and Sarah had dance for awhile before you were interrupted by JJ Maybank, “this is from Vlad.” He shouted over the music before moving to scoop you up in his arms spinning you around as he handed something to Sarah. You looked at her confused, but she was smiling like an idiot. You gave JJ a weird look, “young love, makes people do crazy things.” He spoke still dancing with you.

You got a good look at his face; it had a few scars and a small black eye. You pretended not to notice, even though you knew it was from the movie night last week. Rafe had come home with the similar marks.

That you were Romeo, you were throwin' pebbles And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet" And I was cryin' on the staircase Beggin' you, "Please don't go, " and I said

Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"

“Where’s your plus one princess?” JJ asked pulling you a little closer to him. You couldn’t help but blush at the nickname. “He’s somewhere”- “I’m right here Maybank, and I’m pretty sure you’re dancing with my girl.” Rafe stepped in, “do you mind getting me another drink, you’re working here right?” He said in nasty tone. “Well, I would you see, but I’m super busy,” JJ spoke trying to get away from the death grip Rafe had on the collar of his shirt. “Rafe, stop please, you promised.” You cut in, not wanting to cause a scene. Rafe let go of JJ and grabbed you by the arm pulling you away. You sent an apologetic look to JJ before leaving with Rafe.

Rafe had pulled you all through the venue before he got to the balcony on the second floor. “What the hell Y/N? Do you know how that looks to everyone when you defend some low life over me?” He yelled at you. You had never seen Rafe this angry with you before. “Why does it even matter, it’s not like we’re actually dating. We’re doing this to help our parents out.” You raised your voice at him. “These people don’t know that,” he gestured to everyone downstairs. “they think we’re together, but know they think you’re with that scumbag.” “Shut up Rafe, you don’t know anything about him.” You hollered at him. He had no right to say those things about JJ.

What you didn’t know was that JJ was watching from the party. He knew what Rafe was like when he was angry. He wanted to go after you when Rafe drug you away, but he also didn’t want to cause any drama towards you. He watched the two of you go up the balcony. When he saw Rafe getting in your face he headed towards the balcony to make sure you were okay.

When he got up there, he could tell you were crying, and he could still hear Rafe yelling at you. “Is everything okay Y/N?” He asked walking towards you and Rafe shook his head, “everything is fine pouge, mind your own damn business.” JJ ignored what Rafe was saying, walking towards you, “do you want to come downstairs Y/N?” he asked softly, trying to calm you down. “Look, I said we’re fine, she’s fine”- “oh yeah, most girls are fine when they’re crying like that.” JJ cut Rafe off, and you finally spoke up. “I want to go home, JJ can you please take me home.” You asked him, not looking at Rafe. “Y/N don’t be dramatic. I can take you home, we came here together.” Rafe reasoned with you, but you didn’t want to be anywhere near him.

JJ led you out of the venue and towards the door when Kelce and Topper stopped him. “Oh shit.” He mumbled under his breath, but you heard. You grabbed his hand, silently telling him you were scared, and he tucked you behind him. “Hey there Maybank, where do you think you’re going?” Kelce asked, looking down at you. “Great choice of company Y/N, hanging with trash like yourself.” He snickered, and JJ pushed him back, “what the hell did you just say about her.” He questioned and Topper pushed JJ. You saw security make there way over with your father and Rafe.

Once you left with JJ, Rafe had gone to find your father, and update him on the “bad influences” you had been hanging out with. Of course, to your father Rafe was once again the hero, even though he had been making you cry not only ten minutes earlier.

You pulled on JJ’s sleave, “J please, can we go.” You pleaded not wanting to have this fight out in the open. Before you and JJ had the chance to make a quick getaway you father grabbed you by the arm. “Y/N what are you doing?” He asked in a hush tone pulling you away from JJ before security escorted him out. You looked back at sent JJ and apologetic look and he just winked at you.

Your father took you home after that and you got the third degree from both he and your mom. “He’s a pouge Y/N/N, you deserve so much more.” You mother said, she wasn’t nearly as upset as your father. “I thought things were going well between you and Rafe, you guys seemed to get along so well.” She questioned. “How do you know what he’s like, you’ve never met him. I was just trying to help him get out before Rafe and his goon squad could cause a bigger scene.” You informed them. “Oh please, had Rafe not come got me, that Maybank’ kid would have started a fight with those boys. I’ve heard the stories Y/N, and I’ve talked to Deputy Shoupe. He’s told me all about his father’s business.”

Your father was being harsh. You didn’t know much about JJ, but everyone on this island knew about his hot temper. “I don’t want to catch you around that boy again. Do you understand me?” He asked, “yes, I understand you.” You responded trying to put the conversation to rest.

You stuck to your word, but it really wasn’t that hard. You guys lived on opposite sides of the island and never ran into each other. You had only seen him once at the Wreck and you were too nervous to go talk to him, plus he was just leaving with his friends. You spent a lot of nights thinking about him. You don’t know why he stuck up for you with Rafe that night, but you were glad he had.

The next time you saw JJ alone was at the beach. You had gone out early in the morning to paint the sunrise. There was a quiet spot on the beach that no one knew of. It was off the beaten path and was always so calm. Art was your way to escape everything and just be in the moment. When you got there, you noticed someone was already there surfing. You couldn’t tell from the shore who it was, but you decided to stay anyways.

You got yourself all settled and started to sketch the outlines, including the surfer. You had your music playing softly in the background just enjoying being in the moment. You must have zoned out because once you looked back up you noticed the person surfing was coming from the water. You were shocked to recognize JJ’s signature blonde shaggy hair. ‘Of course, it had to be him’ you thought to yourself. You hoped he wouldn’t recognize you, considering the last time he saw you; you were all dressed up for midsummers.

You went back to your painting, trying to look busy but that didn’t stop him from coming up to you. “Y/N?” He asked even though he knew it was you. “Oh, hi JJ, how are you?” You asked looking up at him. The sun was making a halo around him, and he looked gorgeous. “I’m good, what are you doing out here so early?” He asked, JJ thought he was the only one who knew of this place. “Uh, I’m just trying to get some sketches done. The sun always hits the marsh so nice out here in the morning.” You explained as he dropped his surf bored to sit next to you.

You moved over so he would have space on the blanket, and he helped himself to some of the fruit your brought with you. “I never think to bring snacks, you have anything else to eat?” He asked, “yeah I have some yogurt and granola in the backpack.” You told him and rummaged through to find it. You didn’t mind him eating it, you weren’t hungry anyways.

JJ was grateful that you let him eat your food. John B was away and the meant he couldn’t go over there and get food. He had eaten at the Wreck a couple of times, but he could only live off leftover fish and chips for so long. He basically inhaled the yogurt, finally getting a good look at what you were painting. It was the marsh, with him surfing. He didn’t know you were that talented. You guys made small talk while you finished the picture. JJ couldn’t understand why he wanted to be around you, maybe it was the calming effect you had on him.

Of course, he had seen you around the island before, but he never paid much attention. You were a Kook and by island rules, you were off limits. He knew that at midsummers, but he couldn’t help but step in when Rafe was treated you poorly. “I hope I didn’t get you in trouble at Midsummers.” He spoke up. You hadn’t expected him to bring the conversation up. “Oh, don’t apologize. If anything, I owe you an apology. My dad shouldn’t have had your escorted like some”- “Criminal?” JJ cut in, still a little upset with being kicked out. “yeah, like that.” You said, “if it makes you feel any better, I don’t think you’re a criminal. I mean I don’t really know you, but I don’t get the criminal vibes, y’know?” You spoke causing the both of you to laugh.

“Is that me in your painting?” He asked looking over your shoulder and you could feel his breath on your skin. He was close enough that you could feel the warmth of his tan skin on your own. “Uh-yeah it is. But I didn’t know it was you when I started, so does that make it less weird?” You asked, not looking at him. “It’s not weird, I’m flatter that you would include me in your drawing.” He told you and you could sense the honesty in his voice. You finished up some little details before signing it at the bottom with a heart handing it over to the blonde. “Here you can have it. I have too many drawings of this place anyways.” JJ took the drawing and placed it safely in his book bag.

You both collected your things getting ready to leave. “Maybe we can meet here again?” JJ asked hopeful you would take him up on his offer. “Uh, yeah sure. How about tomorrow?” You suggest, wanting to see him as soon as possible. “Alright, let’s meet here around 8 tomorrow morning.” “Okay.” You say smiling like an idiot before JJ is leaving in his truck.

It became a ritual between the two of you. Always meeting up there to hang out. It was easier to keep it a secret from everyone. JJ wasn’t worried about the Pouges knowing, but he knew the Kooks would never let you live it down. Of course, you didn’t care about that, but it was your family you worried about. JJ knew the pressure they put on you to be the perfect daughter and it was not easy shoes to fill. It started out innocent, just hanging out talking, you would bring food for JJ, and he would make you forgot about the pressure of being a Kook for a couple of hours.

You and JJ shared your first kiss there too. It was late one night when you heard something being thrown at your window. You had cancelled plans with JJ because of fight with your father. It was the same argument about not spending enough time with Rafe, and how it reflected badly on him and his business. It didn’t matter to him that Rafe was seeing other girls, he was blind to the Cameron’s ways. When you got up to look out the window you saw JJ standing there waving to you. He was worried when you cancelled because you had never done that before.

“What are you doing here?” You asked looking out the window. “Come down and see me, I missed you.” He spoke trying not to be too loud. You heart flutter thinking that he missed hanging out with you. You threw on some shoes and ran down the stairs.

Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"

So I sneak out to the garden to see you We keep quiet, 'cause we're dead if they knew So close your eyes Escape this town for a little while, oh

Once you got outside you jumped into JJ arms giggling. The two of you took off to his truck parked down the street. “Where are we going?” You asked curiosity getting the best of you. “To our spot, I figured you need some time away.” He spoke up as he drove. You relaxed into the worn leather of the truck, and JJ was happy that you found comfort in the truck with him. He backed into the beach and the two of you got out into the bed of the truck. He grabbed some blankets from his bed at that chateau before he left and put them down to make a somewhat comfortable spot to lay down.

The two of you laid looking up at the stars and he started point out constellations in they sky. “And there’s Ursa Major.” He pointed towards the sky, “where I don’t see it?” You spoke sounding frustrated. He took your hand in his and pointed it towards the stars, “that’s the tail those 3 stars there, and then her body and legs.” He guided your hand to point in the direction of where he was talking about. “oh, I see it now!” You exclaimed giggling.

JJ knew at this moment that he was in love with you. He knew at this exact moment he would do anything for you. He thought that you were the most kind and gentle person he ever met, and he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. He was pulled from his thoughts when you spoke up, “huh?” he blushed realizing you were still holding his hand. “I asked, how do you know were all these constellations are?” JJ wasn’t prepared for this conversation. You didn’t know much about his home life; he never spoke about it so you assumed he would tell you when he was ready. You could sense that he was nervous, and you squeezed his hand in a comforting gesture.

“uh-my mom used to take me down to the beach when I was kid. We would spend hours looking at the stars and she would show me all of the constellations.” He spoke not looking at you. You watched him, he was biting his lip, a tell tale sign he was nervous. “That sounds wonderful J, it must have been nice.” You spoke softly not sure if he wanted to take the conversation and farther. “She left. I don’t know, I was like in the third grade, I think. I don’t know why, but she never came back. I guess we weren’t enough for her. My dad never forgave himself, or me for it.” He almost whispered the last part, like he didn’t want you to hear.

You had seen the bruises and asked him about it, but he always blamed it on a run in with the Kooks, but you finally put two and two together. “He’s the one who hurts you isn’t he?” You ask never looking from him. It was a vulnerable conversation to have and you wanted him to know you were there for him. It was the first time he looked over at you since he started talking, and you could see the tears in his eyes. “Yeah, he is. He gets drunk to cope with mom leaving and then starts to yell. It’s the same thing every time, he says I have her eyes. When he’s sobers again, he apologizes but he’s stuck in vicious cycle.” You leaned closer to him resting your head on his shoulder, “one day we’re going to leave this stupid town and find our own place, I promise.” You whispered to him; you weren’t looking at him, but you knew he was smiling.

JJ looked over at you and leaned down locking his lips onto yours. It was like a dream come true. It was everything he wanted it to be and more. You were feeling the same thing, over the last little while hanging out with JJ you had developed a crush on him but didn’t want him to know scared the feelings wouldn’t be returned.

You both stayed in each other arms for what felt like hours when he stopped, “what time is it princess?” He asked grabbing your phone looking at the time. That’s when he saw the countless text messages from your parents. “oh shit.” He cursed under his breath. You gave him a confused look. “what? What’s wrong J?” You ask looking at your phone coming to same realization.

'Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet" But you were everything to me I was beggin' you, "Please don't go, " and I said

Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes" Romeo, save me, they're tryna tell me how to feel This love is difficult, but it's real Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes" Oh, oh

The two of you started to get everything packed up texting your parents to tell them you were on your way home. Just as you were climbing back in the truck another set of headlights came into view. It was weird because this was a quite a way from the rest of the island and it was late at night. “Get in the car.” JJ said to you, opening the door. You could sense his nervousness when the car came to stop. “Let’s just go JJ, probably some kids looking for a place to hook up.” You spoke wanting to go home.

To both of your surprise your father had called Rafe asking if you were with him. When Rafe said that he hadn’t seen you all night he offered to check some of the places you hung out the most. After interrogating some hopeless Pouge, they finally told him that he saw JJ Maybank’s truck head to secluded area of the island. The kid told him that he saw you in the truck with him, and then ran off. Rafe headed towards the south end of the island watching for JJ’s truck. Once he had driven the whole south end of the island, he circled back to Topper’s place to in list his help.

Topper got into Rafe’s truck pissed off because Rafe had interrupt his date with a girl he had been trying to win over for like a week. “What was so important I had to leave Kate for?” He asked as Rafe pulled out of the driveway. “Y/N’s dad called me and said she snuck out and she’s not answering her phone. You’re going to help me find her.” He explained. Topper was still confused. “Why do you need my help? She’s probably at a friend’s house, did you try calling her? Plus, I thought you were with that girl from the mainland now?” Topper inquired. “Yeah, well I ask around and someone said they saw her hanging out with that low life Maybank and she deserves better.” “Oh well then she’s probably on the old station road, someone told me that his trucks been out there a lot lately.”

Rafe was fuming with anger. He was sick of you messing around with a pouge making him look bad. He also knew that he wanted to work for her father one day and getting in good with his daughter was a good way to do it. They two men pulled down the road and drove until the saw the familiar truck and watched JJ help you get in the passenger seat. Rafe had texted your father the location and told him it was best he come; this would be a good opportunity to look good in front of him again.

You recognized the truck as soon as it came to a stop, along with your heart. JJ could tell you were scared by the way you gripped his arm. You gave him a sympathetic look. “I’m so sorry JJ.” You said and he looked at you confused until he saw who was getting out of the truck. He eyes widen at the sight of both Rafe and Topper. JJ protectively pushed you behind him before walking up to Rafe. “What’s going on here?” Rafe asked looking over at you. “Just taking Y/N home, what are you guys doing out so late?” JJ asked in a calm tone not wanting to come off threatening. He just wanted to get you home without out any fights.

Rafe had other plans on his mind. If he was going to look good in front of your father this was one of his only chances. He gave JJ a shove, “oh yeah? What are you doing with my girl Maybank?” JJ stood his ground before getting up in Rafe’s face too, you went to grab JJ’s arm trying to avoid the fight that was about to break out. “I’m not your girl Rafe. Please JJ can we just go home.” JJ looked down at you, “can you please move your truck Rafe so I can get her home.” He asked through gritted teeth. “No Topper and I’ll take her home. She doesn’t need to be hanging out with some piece of shit from the Cut.” He said his words twisting like a knife in his back.

JJ was beyond angry at this point, “kiss your mother with that mouth Cameron?” “At least my mom isn’t a runaway like yours.” That was all it took for JJ to punch Rafe square in the face. Rafe stumbled into Topper a bit before launching at JJ. The two broke into a brawl and all that could be heard were their grunts and you screaming for them to stop.

The next thing you know Topper is pulling JJ off Rafe, and your father is pulling Rafe away. Once Rafe is pulled away you run up to JJ to make sure he is okay, but before you can your father grabs your arm. “I warned you about hanging out with this trash.” He spoke with a tight grip around you arm. You looked over at JJ who was crouched by his truck. “is that what you want? Do you want to be known as trash like these other kids? Do you what he does, what his father does? Do you?” He was shaking your arm and screaming at you. “Ouch dad, you’re hurting me.” You spoke over his yelling. JJ looked over at you, he saw you father shaking your body and he could see the fear in your eyes. “Just let me say goodbye to him, please.” You pleaded with your father, and he reluctantly let you.

Once you got over to JJ you wrapped your arms around him trying to be careful of his already forming bruises. He wiped the tears off your face with the back of his thumb. “I’m sorry JJ, I should have never let any of this happen.” You whispered, and he cut you off with a quick kiss. “I’m fine princess, just go home with your dad, I don’t want you to get in any more trouble than you are. We’ll figure it out, I promise.” “No JJ, I don’t want to leave you.” “I’m fine, please you’re in enough trouble because of me in the first place.” You finally agreed to go after he promised to text you when he got back the Chateau.

It had been almost a whole week since everything went down. You almost never talked to your father anymore, and you stayed clear of Rafe and his goon squad. You went down to that spot on the beach everyday, but JJ never showed. He hadn’t texted you that night when he got home even though you blew his phone up with texted and calls. It broke you to think that you might have lost the love of your life all together just because of your selfish father.

Your parents had gone out for the afternoon and told you that the only person coming by should be the grocery boy. You protested not even wanting to answer the door. You wanted them to just have him leave them outside, but your parents didn’t want to food to spoil so you sat in your foyer staring at the wall waiting for him to come.

When you finally heard the knock on the door you open it to find Pope Heyward, JJ’s best friend on the other side. “Hi Y/N, your parents want these groceries dropped off, where do you want them?” He asked with a smile on his face. You always liked Pope he was kind and had tutor you in Math freshman year. “Um, in the kitchen is fine.” You spoke and lead him to your kitchen. “I also have some mail.” He handed a letter to you that had your name on it with messy writing. You thanked him and gave him the tip your parents left for him. Going to sit back down in the living room you opened the letter. You quickly looked over it is seeing JJ’s signature at the end with a heart.

Y/N,

I’m sorry I haven’t talked to you in a few days but my phone broke that night so I couldn’t text you. I didn’t go to our spot because I didn’t want you to be upset when you saw me, I know how you always panic when I’m hurt 😉 I promise I’ll make it up to you. Meet me on the outskirts of town at dusk tomorrow night. ~ JJ <3

I got tired of waiting Wonderin' if you were ever comin' around My faith in you was fading When I met you on the outskirts of town, and I said

Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone I keep waiting for you, but you never come Is this in my head? I don't know what to think He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring And said, "Marry me, Juliet You'll never have to be alone I love you and that's all I really know I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes" Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh 'Cause we were both young when I first saw you

You had dressed in a simple white romper with a cardigan considering it was a bit chilly out tonight. You also told your parent that you were staying at friends’ house so they wouldn’t come looking for you. You walked to the outskirts of the island and waited for JJ. You were giving up hope when you saw his truck pull up. He pulled up next to you and got out, and you ran to jump in his arms but suddenly stopped when you saw his face. It was all cut up and he had a nasty black eye. It didn’t take much for the tears to prick your eyes as your thumb smoothed over the freshly formed bruises. “It doesn’t hurt as bad as it looks.” He whispered to you, catching a few stray tears with his thumb.

“I’m so sorry J. I hate that he let them do this to you.” You said holding his face in your hands looking up at him. You could get lost in his beautiful blue eyes any day. They brought you such calm and love. JJ portrayed all his emotions in his eyes and that’s why you feel in love with them. “I tried talking to your dad, but he wouldn’t listen to me.” He said and you were shocked. No guy had ever done something like that for you. The only time a guy ever talked to your dad was for their own benefit much like Rafe did. “I don’t care what he thinks JJ. I want to be with you, and only you. You’ve made me the happiest person in the world.” You said to him, kissing him. “We’ll figure something out, you promised. I don’t care if we must keep sneaking around together. He’ll see it eventually.” You reasoned with him, the tears you were trying to hold freely falling now.

JJ hated seeing you like this. He couldn’t tear you away from your family, but he also knew that he didn’t want to try and live another day without you. He didn’t know how it was going to work but he would do what ever it took. “the two of us can jump in this truck right now and go wherever we want to go.” You said to him. “We could go for the summer, it’ll be fine. I have so money saved and we can get jobs on the mainland. Somewhere away from the Outer Banks.” You proposed hoping he would take your bait.

He thought about it for a minute. He did know some guys that were looking for help on the mainland with construction and maybe it would give your parents some time to adjust to things. “Okay, let’s go get your stuff.” The two of you went back to your house leaving a note explaining everything and bought the first tickets off the island never looking back. It really was a love story.

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Summary- Jungkook was the perfect boyfriend for two years, and then two months ago something changed. It was like a switch had been flipped and he’d gone from doting to distant. For the life of you, you could not figure out what happened, and you hated it

word count- 4.3k

pairing- nonidol!Jungkook x Reader (feat. Namjoon)

rating- R

genre- angst, smut

warnings- explicit smut (including fingering), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it friends), sad sex, talks of depression and anxiety, talks of therapy, character death, car accident

a.n- First off a huge thank you to the brilliant Tailia @namyoongles for the banner! Isn’t it beautiful. Second, this is part of @btswriterscollective secret santa project and I’m so excited to reveal that I’m indeed @therealmintedmango‘s secret santa 🎅🏼I had such a great time getting to know you this month Mango and I really hope you enjoy all the angst in this fic! Happy holidays, love! 💕

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“Well if you can’t even talk to me, maybe we should just end this!” you screamed, your lungs aching as you looked at your boyfriend on the couch next to you, the room falling into a charged silence. It had been the same fight for months. The same constant back and forth. You would try to broach the topic but he would close off. Every time. His expression was neutral as he looked at you, his doe eyes betraying his defeat as he sighed.

Jungkook was the perfect boyfriend for two years, and then two months ago something changed. It was like a switch had been flipped and he’d gone from doting to distant. For the life of you, you could not figure out what happened, and you hated it. You hated how it seemed to bring all your insecurities to the surface and clawed at your emotions till they were raw. From the corner of your eye you saw Namjoon looking at you sadly, disappointed, before shaking his head at you and disappearing round the corner. You felt a tear roll down your cheek as you looked at your boyfriend, who sat in silence at your outburst.

Jungkook had always been quiet, introverted, and this cloud of mystery was one of the things that made him so unbelievably attractive, but now it was the worst thing about him. You didn’t expect this fight to escalate, you didn’t expect these words to come out, but now that they were you wanted him to react. Needed him to react. Needed just anything more than the stoic expression marring his features.

“Maybe we should…” Jungkook spoke softly, after what seemed like hours. It wasn’t what you were expecting and it only caused your anger to flare. He was seriously going to just throw away everything?

You looked at him next to you as he seemed to have moved further away. You’re not sure if he actually did or your mind was playing tricks on you again, but the seat cushion between you seemed to stretch for miles, Jungkook getting smaller in the horizon.

“You’re not even going to fight for us? You’re going to walk away?” You didn’t care that you were raising your voice, and that the one tear from earlier was now a flood cascading down your features. Maybe it was your fate. You never thought you deserved happiness and this was just another nail in your ever growing collection. You had spent your life chasing after that elusive ray of joy, only for you to get too comfortable when you reached it and it disappeared as soon as it appeared, throwing you into the darkness once again.

It figures that this happiness would vanish too. You wanted to reach out and shake Jungkook. Why did he have to change? Why did he have to do this to you?

“What did I do? What happened?” you asked, your voice small, as you looked at him staring at his hands in his lap. His long wavy hair fell into his eyes, and the longer he sat there in silence, the louder your heart crumbled. “Say something!” you exclaimed, followed by a quieter “Please…”

“What do you want me to say Y/N? You’re the one who wants to end us.” Jungkook finally looks at you, his lips pressed together as his tongue pokes lightly to the inside of his cheek. You’d seen this look before, but never directed at you. It was cold and made your skin pebble, made fresh tears stream down your face.

“Because you changed! Because you hate me!” you yelled indignitedly as he sighs once again. He lifts his head slightly as he looks at you, his eyes glassy.

“I don’t hate you,” he whispers quietly, the words floating in the tension in the air.

“Then why are you avoiding me? Why haven’t you said a full sentence to me these past two months?”

“Because…” He looks away again staring straight ahead at the blank wall of his living room and you can’t help but move closer, wiping your eyes to see him clearer.

“No. You can’t do your stupid quiet guy shit right now! I need to know!” You pull at his shoulder to make him look at you and as he does, his hand finds yours, holding it gently. His eyes swim with the love you’ve come to expect from him but it's tinged with an overwhelming sadness, a sadness that droops his features even though he tries to school them into a small smile on your behalf.

“It’s not your fault, okay?” He is still whispering, his hand squeezing yours as the other fidgets with the untied string of his sweatpants.

“What’s not my fault? Please Kook. Please talk to me!” You remove your hand from his and cup his face in both of yours, needing more, anything to help clear the haze in your head.

“I can’t.” His voice louder, he pulls your hands away from his face as he goes to stand up and you grab at his legs to stop him.

“Why not?!”

“Because you’ve never loved me and I had to find out when you were drunk!” Jungkook yells. He never yells, not at you anyway, but it’s not his volume that stuns you, it’s the words echoing through the small studio apartment. Words that make you freeze, dropping your hands from him as you feel the breath knocked out of your lungs.

“What?”

“That night after the club. While I was taking care of you. Me!” He points at his chest, his eyes ablaze as he continues. “Making sure that you didn’t get puke on your hair or fall or get hurt, you looked at me and do you know what you asked me?” His shoulders fall as he quietens once again, sighing and running his hands through his hair. His face distorts into one of heartbreak as he says the next words, his tone even and calm. “‘Why don’t I love you as much as him?’ And here I was like an idiot believing you every time you said you loved me”

You stand at his words. That wasn’t true. It wasn’t true. You remember that night. Not most of it but you know yourself enough to know you would never say that to him, not after he had worked so hard to put you back together again. Jungkook wasn’t your soulmate, you didn’t believe in those anymore, but Jungkook was your rock, your best friend. He was there when you couldn’t get out of bed for days. He was there when you didn’t know how to stop crying. He was always there. And you loved him.

“I do love you. Jungkook, please!” You grab his hands, holding them tightly as if he would disappear too. You looked at him desperately, trying to convey your feelings through your gaze, but all you found in him was defeat.

“I just can’t do this anymore. You’re right. I can’t compete with a ghost… not anymore.” He sighed again as his lip quivered. It stuttered your breath and you felt your chest tightened. You couldn’t lose him, not after Namjoon. As you felt the panic rising, the drunk haze of two months ago came into focus, spiking your adrenaline and paling your face.

You danced to the loud EDM pulsing through the club as neon lights flashed across your skin, setting your white dress aglow. Jungkook was pressed against your back as his lips ghosted the skin of your neck, his hands grazing your hips as he pulled you closer. You hadn’t felt this content in years, the tequila warming your veins in a sweet comfort as your boyfriend’s hips moved against yours, your arms around his neck, fingers playing with his hair.

You missed this. Missed going dancing and drinking because it was fun and not because you were trying to forget. Surrounded by your friends, you smiled as you opened your eyes, finally happy. Until you saw him and your heart dropped, making you freeze.

Namjoon smiled at you from the bar, the sweet dimpled smile that creased his eyes into crescents as he waved. How was he here? How was he back?

You felt your heart kickstart as you pushed Jungkook off you and raced to the bar. You’d apologize to him later, but you needed Namjoon right now. Needed to feel him in your arms, needed to smell his calming scent, and so like an addict you raced through the club looking for one more hit. When you reached the bar, he wasn’t there anymore and the sheer weight of disappointment made you sob. You felt a pair of strong arms surround you and the familiar smell of bergamot and vanilla encased your senses, pulling you closer into a firm chest.

“Baby what’s wrong?” A soft voice asked as you looked at Jungkook’s worry filled eyes. You hated that you were doing this again. It had been almost a year since this happened, and your mind felt numb as you grasped Jungkook’s black shirt.

“He was here! Kook he was here!” you exclaimed, your loud voice carrying over the music. You were sure you looked deranged, mascara running down your cheeks, lipstick smeared where it met Jungkook’s shirt, as you desperately cling to him. He looks at you sadly before pulling you into his chest once again, holding you tight, his fingers running soothingly on your scalp.

“I’m sorry baby. I’m so sorry.” He repeated that phrase as he stroked your back, trying to calm you down as you continued sobbing and onlookers peered at the two of you curiously.

The memory of the night jolts you as you grab onto Jungkook’s shirt the same way you did at the club, looking at him pleadingly. His face blurred behind your tears as you yelled.

“I was with him for five years and he fucking died!” There’s no volume behind your words, only the distraught behind the truth you felt you were never ready to face. You weakly punched at Jungkook’s chest trying to make him understand your agony. But you didn’t need to try, he already knew, had lived through it with you.

“Yeah Namjoon died! But I’m here! I’m alive!” His voice was broken as the tears finally escaped his eyes. He grabbed your hand from where it was knocking against his chest and held it there. “You feel this? That’s my heart racing for you! How it always does! Because I love you.”

“Kook-”

Before you can say anything else, he grabs your face and crashes your lips together desperately, wanting you to feel just an ounce of what he felt for you. Your sinuses full of tears, your lungs burn as you pull him closer. You want him to consume you, make you forget again as you taste the salt of his tears. The overwhelming guilt breaks you more as his fingers move from your face to your waist, digging in hard enough to leave bruises.

Three years ago you never thought you would love someone again. You didn’t deserve to not when it was your fault you could never see Namjoon’s face again. Your fault that the world would never know what difference he would have made to it. But when you stood outside the funeral his parents had banned you from attending, arm in a cast and stitches on your forehead, caving into yourself from grief, Jungkook found you. Held you tight enough to stop you from breaking and told you it wasn’t your fault, that there was no way to have known that the 14 wheeler would run a red. And he reminded you everyday till you believed him, till your dreams no longer weaved your memories into nightmares, till you no longer saw Namjoon everywhere you looked. Till you felt worthy to love Jungkook back.

When the air in your lung runs out, you pull away, but Jungkook pulls you closer, trailing his lips from your jaw to down your neck. He kisses you with fervor, nibbling the skin and soothing it with his tongue till you're moaning. You grip his hair and pull him back to your lips, his tongue caressing yours as your tears give way to the passion. Your heart stutters as his hands move to the back of your thighs and he effortlessly lifts you without leaving your lips, walking towards his bed.

Amidst the kisses, he bumps into the bookshelf that separates his bed from the living room causing a few books to fall to the floor, the loud thud breaking the silence in the room. He ignores it as he tosses you on the bed, climbing over you as you look up at him. There are still tears in his eyes as he slows down and presses his forehead against yours.

"I love you," he says softly but the sadness in his eyes never gives way to the usual warmth. It feels like a goodbye and you feel another wave of grief wash over you. Why did you have to be like this? Why couldn't you give him what he needed when he gave you so much?

You cup his damp face and he leans into your hands, closing his eyes as you kiss him tenderly, hoping to convey how much you needed him. You pull at the hem of his shirt, running your hands under it, feeling the light shudder that goes through him as his skin pebbles. He pulls the shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor as he kisses you again more urgently, his lips molding to yours, igniting a familiar fire in the pit of your stomach. He holds on to your face as if you would run away if he didn't.

You push gently against his chest and he looks up in alarm before you make him lie next to you and straddle his waist. You continue kissing him, trailing your lips over his neck, painting his golden chest red as the lump in your throat grows. Despite the tears still running steadily, you whisper 'I love you's, hoping he'd believe you, but you're not sure if you're trying to convince him or yourself.

He's right, you don't love him like you loved Namjoon. You don't think you can ever love anyone the way you loved him. Namjoon was your shelter amidst the rain, but Jungkook was the light amidst the darkness. It's different, it's incomparable. You never needed Namjoon the way you need Jungkook. Never woke up in the middle of the night relieved to find him still sleeping next to you. You had never depended on someone like you depended on Jungkook, and so, wasn't that love? Wasn't needing someone the same as you need oxygen, love?

You trail your kisses lower, but before you could reach his waistband, he lifts your shirt pulling it off you, and with his arms circled tight around your waist he kisses you again. The two of you kiss for a while, relishing the feel of each other's skin, his grip tightening till you can't breathe. He's never like this, never this needy and your heart breaks as you realize that he still thinks he's competing.

You don't know if you're still crying, but you pull yourself up and stare at him. "Jungkook, I love you. I need you. Please-"

But before you can finish your sentence, he rolls the two of you over, pinning you under him as he pulls your shorts down your legs. You didn't mean this need, but you couldn't deny how wet his length hardened against you made you. He traces his fingers over your soaked panties, groaning into your mouth before pushing them aside and thrusting two fingers in.

He swallows your moans as you arch into him. He sets a fast pace right from the start as his lips move to your chest. His mouth moves over your nipples, capturing one to tease it with his tongue, lapping at it furiously. He nips it lightly and you feel your whole body alight, leaving all your thoughts to tumble out of your head. All you see are the flashes of red behind your eyelids, all you hear is the sounds of his fingers thrusting in you, all you can feel is him as Jungkook does what he does best - make you forget.

“Want to make you forget. Want to make you mine,” he whispers against your chest, as he removes his fingers, pulling your panties off your legs as he takes his shorts and boxers off in a haze. You don’t know what’s going through his mind as he looks at you with a darkened gaze, his eyes roaming your body, before he kisses you again. It’s hard and rough, teeth clattering against each other, his tongue licking into you as you mewl.

His cock grinds against your clit as he kisses you and you can’t help the way your hips buck up against him. He looks up at that, a hand moving down to line himself up against you. “Please tell me you want me,” he pleads against your lips, and another tear rolls down your cheek as you nod vigorously before kissing him. Another wave of guilt rushes through you seeing your usually confident boyfriend pleading at you, and for the first time as he slowly sinks into you, you don’t think of Namjoon.

You gasp against his lips as he fully sheaths himself within you. “Jungkook… Kookie. Please… want you, need you.” He rewards your pleas by slowly pulling out and thrusting in again, gripping your waist tightly and bracing his knees against the bed to start rocking into you faster.

“I’m here. Me. Me. I’m the one here for you.” He repeats again and again, the mantra powering his thrusts, leaving you a moaning mess below him as he consistently hits the spot that makes you see stars. You wrap your legs around his waist, stuttering his name and holding tightly onto his forearms. You can feel your orgasm build up as you lose yourself in his touch, letting him move your body as he pulls you in each time his hips meet yours.

You tighten around him as you feel the high of your pleasure coursing through your veins. At the feeling, Jungkook moves forward, bracing his arms around your head, his forehead against yours as he commands you to open your eyes.

His eyes are glassy as he looks at you lost in pleasure like it’s the only thing he needs. He kisses you again, softly, a total juxtaposition to the hard movement of his hips that’s quickly tightening the coil in your stomach. His movements are sloppier now as he approaches his high as well, but he moves a hand down, fingers circling your clit.

“Cum for me, baby, please,” he moans as you lose yourself to the euphoria he provides. Jungkook watches your face contorted in pleasure as you writhe under him, finding his release soon after you.

You pull him closer, your arms tight around him, as he thrusts as deep as he can before stilling and filling you. He collapses on you right after, still buried inside you with his head in the crook of your shoulder, your pants echoing through the room.

He lays on top of you for a while, his crushing weight smothering you to the mattress, but you don’t move him, welcoming the intimacy after months of distance. You think he’s fallen asleep, but then you feel his shoulders shake, your neck getting damp as he sniffles next to you. The guilt returns as you stroke his back gently and let him cry, your own reservoir long empty. Without lifting his head, he grabs one of your hands, lacing your fingers together, as he holds it tightly.

“I’m sorry I’m not him.” He mumbles against you. You go to say his name but before you can he interrupts you. “I’m sorry I can’t make it hurt less. I’m sorry I can’t bring him back. I’m so, so sorry.”

You try to move his head to see him but he just nuzzles his face in deeper, his hair tickling your neck gently. Your mind feels heavy, like if you thought more your brain would simply shrivel up. You wish you were a different person, had a different life, made better decisions. You hate yourself for making Jungkook feel like he’s responsible for your happiness, responsible for putting you back together, but most of all you hate yourself for making him feel like he has to bring Namjoon back for you to feel happy.

Before Namjoon died, Jungkook was a different person. He was funny, energetic, competitive, but afterwards he just became quiet. Sure, he was introverted before, but he just lost the spark behind his eyes. It wasn’t surprising. Jungkook had known Namjoon even longer than you did. He grew up with him and looked up to him like a younger brother would. In the beginning of your relationship, you even felt that he thought he had some kind of responsibility to take care of you for him. He never pushed you, always relented to your requests.

The first time you slept with him was only three months after the funeral, when in a drunken haze you begged him to make you forget. He wiped your tears and held you as he helped you forget. In the two years following he never asked you to do anything, except for one thing. One thing you were always too scared to do because to you it would be admitting that you were broken. As you laid with your arms tight around him, lamenting how you broke him worse, you decided to give it to him.

“I’ll go to therapy.” Your voice was low but firm, and it jolts Jungkook to move up and lean on his hands next to your head. The movement makes the two of you wince as he suddenly pulls out of you, dragging his release down your thighs. His red rimmed eyes roam your face looking for deceit.

“You will?”

“I can’t expect you to fix me, Kook. I can’t put that on you.” You sigh, a hand reaching out to smooth the crease between his eyebrows. Your thumb brushes over his lower lip that juts out in a slight pout, and you can’t believe how lucky you are to have him in your life.

“You can. I’ll always be here for you, you know that right?” He whispers and it makes your heart ache when you think about how defeated he seemed earlier.

“Kook… I love you… I really do.” Your eyes are glassy again and you wonder how it is that your body can keep producing tears. He hugs you at that, his arms going under your waist to gently lift you and scoot the two of you upwards, resting your head on the pillows. He lies next to you, a little distance between the two of you, your hands laced together as you both stare at the ceiling, the emotions of the night turning to exhaustion.

“I should’ve talked to you instead of trying to run away.” Jungkook speaks after a while, making you turn your head towards him.

“I didn’t mean what I said-”

“It’s okay if you did. I miss him. I wish he was here too.” He looks at you with a small smile.

“No. It’s not okay. You don’t deserve this. You could be with someone else and you’d be happy. You could be happy Kook. Don’t you want that? To be with someone who doesn’t imagine their dead ex all the time?” Your voice is firm, even when it wavers slightly towards the end, your grip around his hand getting tighter.

“No. I want to be with you.” His thumb caresses your hand as he turns on his side as he puts his arm around your waist. The warmth you missed these past months was back in his eyes, but instead of it raising butterflies, all it did was produce dread for when it would disappear as he continued. “I would’ve left a long time ago if I wanted to. If you don’t want me, I still can... if that’s what would make you happy.”

“I think you need to be with someone who you don’t have to put together again.” Your voice is small as he sighs again, letting go of your hand to pull you close to his body, cradling your head into his chest. On instinct, you wrap your arms and legs around him, nuzzling into his chest. The touch of his skin on yours never failed to comfort you.

“You’re not broken. I’m not putting you together. I just… I don’t want to lose you.” His voice reverberates through his chest as he holds you tighter, kissing the top of your head.

“But maybe you need to.” You want to be selfish, keep him for yourself but shouldn’t you let Jungkook go for his sake? Let him find someone with less work, no matter how much it hurts you? It was bad enough that your mental health was terrible, did his need to be too? You feel his heart pound under you and it causes yours to speed up as well, anticipating his words. You don’t know how you would react if he agreed.

“Tomorrow. Let’s talk about this tomorrow.” He says after quiet contemplation. “I love you. More than you’ll know.”

“And I love you. You. Jeon Jungkook. Even if I’m selfish and ruining you.”

He shushes you at that, stroking your hair as the two of you fall in a dreamless sleep. You didn’t know if your relationship would survive past the post-orgasmic endorphins, but you knew one thing for sure. You were in love with Jungkook and tomorrow you were going to set up your first therapy appointment to make sure you never made him feel like he lost again.

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thatanimenerd101 · 4 years

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Birthday fic! Kirishima or hawks ^^ ❤️

(Yes and yes. Imma give you both because why not. Plus I think everyone needs some fluff. Happy birthday my friend! They are the only one that reads my work on Wattpad. I’m actually considering not posting there anymore. Now, as you may know I have decided to go until December because I have some cute ideas for winter fics.)

Kirishima x Female

Hawks x Female

Kirishima:

You were fast asleep, all wrapped up in blankets and curled up to your boyfriend of three years. The red head was awake at four am, not because of work. But for something special. Today was your birthday and Kirishima had a plan.

He slowly got out of bed and he grabbed his pillow for you to hold. So that you wouldn’t wake up. He tiptoed out of the bedroom and went to open the front door, where Bakugo was standing.

“Took you long enough dumb hair!”

After a few hours of trying to be quiet as to not to wake you up. You were a light sleeper so making you breakfast was a task.

When your breakfast was ready Bakugo left. The house was decorated. All that was missing was the birthday girl.

Carrying the food bakugo helped him make, he set it down on the bedside table.

“Y/n, baby, it is time to get up.” Kirishima kissed your forehead.

Opening your eyes you smiled up at him. “Good morning Kiri.”

“Happy birthday my love.” He handed you you’re favorite breakfast meal.

“Thank you so much! I love it and I love you.”

Your birthday was spend shopping, Kirishima insited on buying anything you wanted of anything you looked at. He wasn’t around much and wanted to make up for it.

At the end of the night, the red head suprised you with dinner and a new movie he knew you wanted to see. It was the premiere of it, only the best for Red Riot and his girlfriend. Lots of eyes were on you, in response to this Kiri had his arm around your waist the full night. A picture of you kissing him on the cheek was taken. Nether of you gave a shit. Because, everyone already knew of your relationship.

As you were getting out of the shower, only in a towel. You saw Eijirou with a bottle of your favorite lotion.

“Let me give you a massage pebble.” He smiled and let you to your bed. Towel left and forgotten in the bathroom.

Hawks:

The blonde had to find a way to get off of work for your birthday. After a couple of weeks of complaining, he was given a “mental health day” when in reality he just wanted to spend time with you. He missed your birthday last year. He wanted to surprise you, so he planed a small party at his place. Your family and best friends were invited.

You had no idea about the party. Your boyfriend of five years just told you that he wouldn’t be home for your birthday. But he promised to make it up. Keigo never broke his promises. Knowing him, you would get your favorite flowers with a feather in it and something cute he found for you. Last time it was a little charm bracelet.

On the day of the party, he asked you to run some errands for him. He also told you to buy a dress?

“That crazy bird. Why do I need a dress?” You gave him a questionable look.

He looked at over the couch, “Since I got off of work for some reason, I’m taking you somewheres and you’ll need a dress. I don’t care how much it will cost. Anything to make my baby bird happy.” He smirked at you. “Your ass looks nice in those jeans.”

“Keigo!” Your face tinted red.

“What? I’m telling you the turth.”

You kissed his cheek, and told him goodbye.

Ten minutes later, he made sure you were gone.

“Alright everyone she’s gone!” Your parents and close friends came out from the unused guest bedroom.

“Alright does everyone know what to do?”

“Yes!” Everyone replied.

You’re close friends planned to “accidentally” bump into you at the dress shop of where you shopped.

Your parents and Keigo decorated the house.

He somehow got covered in glitter, but your parents assured him that they could make a cake without his help.

Meanwhile at the dress shop.

“Hey y/n!” Your three friends called out. Yui, Sun and Raz.

You looked up from the purple dress you were looking at. “Hi, how are you all doing.”

They all responded.

“We are here to find some dresses, we are all going clubbing tomorrow night. Wanna come?” Your friend Yui asked.

“Yeah! We can celebrate your birthday tomorrow since your busy tonight.” Sun and Raz said in unison. The two were twins and shared the same one brain cell.

After a few hours all four off you found dresses. Yours was a bold shade of red and showed off your body. Yui’s dress was yellow and modest. The twins, Sun and Raz had matching blue dresses.

“Goodbye everyone!” You waved to your friends.

“Yeah, see your tomorrow gal!” They waved goodbye and got into a taxi.

Little did you knew they were heading back to your house.

Hawks was getting out of the shower and drying his hair. Almost all the glitter was off of him. Everything was ready, all he needed to do was find some clothes.

He couldn’t get the tie right.

“Damn it!” A knock on his bedroom door. “Come in.”

It was your dad. “I see your having trouble my boy. Want some help?”

“Yes please.” He smiled and it was a moment of a father and son. Keigo never knew how to tie a tie until your father showed him. He tried Hawks like his own son. Soon to be son-in law. He asked for your parents blessing and they agreed on the spot.

It was time, lights were off and waiting for you to come home.

“Really Kei, you know I hate the dark.” You walked in and turned the lights on.

“SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!” Everyone yelled.

You jumped up and once you realized what was going on you smiled. “Thank you all so much. Now I know why you wanted me outta the house bird brain.”

“Bird brain?” This is when you realized that everyone was dressed up. Your boyfriend looked handsome and hot at the same time. You then knew why he told you to buy a dress. Once you changed your boyfriend whispered in your ear, “I love that dress on you, but I think I’ll like it better on the our bedroom floor with me on top of you.” He said this so casually, like it didn’t face him at all. Your face was red for a while.

Your friends dared you like school children to dance with Keigo. You did. Towards the end of the song, your boyfriend stopped.

“What’s wrong baby?”

He got down on one knee and popped the question. “We have known each other for ten years, dated for almost six years. I’m sorry I’m late to asking this, but I cannot live without you y/n. Screw the hero commission, because of you, I know what love is. I know what it’s like to have a family and friends because of you. Will you do this bird man the honor of becoming my wife?”

“Yes! I will marry you!” You kissed him deeply, both of you forgetting you had an audience.

“Alright that’s enough lovebirds.” Your dad said laughing. You mom slapped him. “I want grandchildren so shut up.”

The two of you broke your kiss, both embarrassed. The rest of the night was celebrating your birthday and the engagement. Lots of presents. Many memories were made that night. At the end of the party, everyone said goodbye and wished you congratulations.

“Well baby bird, wanna celebrate?” He pinned you against your bedroom wall. Keigo had the largest smirk on his face.

“Hell yes!”

I’ll leave the rest to your imagination;)

Tag list: @tooloudarts @tryna-imagine @alesipanic @thathawkssimpp @lovinkiri (if I forgot anyone I’m sorry)

#mha x reader #mha #mha hawks #fluff #mha hawks x reader #mha x y/n #mha fluff #mha kirishima #mha fanfiction #bnha x eijiro kirishima #bnha hawks

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scholar-thief · 4 years

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[ RP LOG ]

Momori threatens Gwannes. Then they enjoy some...five hour energy.

Momori is seemingly asleep in the tall grass. She’s surrounded by several books, some open, some not. One is currently being used as a makeshift pillow. However, on closer examination, you would notice that her breath is shallow. Dehydration, perhaps? Sun exhaustion? Or maybe that’s just how she sleeps.

Gwannes | There's a grunt, a man's, that originates from somewhere near Momori. It's sudden, disrupting relatively peaceful sounds of distant fauna and rushing wind. "Nn-- Auckgh-- Nn--!" There's a scraping sound, like steel against flat stone that repeats a few times, then goes silent again.

(Momori) gwannes flying /below/ the islands like a proper suspicious fellow (Gwannes) phasing through the floor like a real shady fella (Momori) ????? is he ok?????? omg hahah (Momori) clipping into an object and taking damage from physics engine going haywire (Gwannes) source engine collision noise

Momori wakes up immediately, and assumes a defensive stance, daggers drawn. Her book pillow momentarily sticks to her face, and peels off slowly. “Who’s there?!” She looks around, trying to pinpoint the source of the strange sound.

Gwannes | There's more grunts, then more silence, and this on-off pattern alternates for another short moment before there's actual movement near Momori. More specifically, an arm shoots up from beneath the edge of the floating island, a hand clawing its fingers into a depression in the rock. Attached to the arm was... a hyur, whom pulled himself up by said arm, quickly joining it with another then pulling himself up onto the ground in his entirety, rolling onto his back. "Ggh--"

Momori - With each iteration of grunts and silence, she grows increasingly cautious. By the time an arm appears from the edge of the island, she’s ready. To kill. Thankfully, her throwing knife goes whizzing over the thing that's crawling onto land like some beached seal. Face blank, she watches.

Momori: “.........................excuse me? Excuse me.”

Momori checks for pulse.

Gwannes seems winded to the point that he doesn't even register Momori's throwing knife, let alone her presence. The man halfway looks like a corpse already: From his arms to his neck to his face, the man's hide is positively covered in scars and blemishes, only capped off when he raises his head, turning to face Momori, a single eye darting to look at her. "...Uh." The man sat up, at that, blinking. "..."

Momori gets a good look at the ‘corpse.’ Bald head. Eyepatch. Though scruffy beyond belief, there’s no denying it. This thing is called ‘Gwannes.’ She narrows her eyes as the man looks to her. Suspicious.

Momori: “Care to explain yourself?”

Gwannes blinked, staring at Momori for a moment. "..." The man glanced around past Momori, then back over his shoulder at the edge of the island. "Explain what?"

Momori: “Why you were crawling up the edge of the island.” She crosses her arms.

Gwannes stares at Momori.

Gwannes looks back over his shoulder at the edge.

Gwannes looks back to Momori.

Gwannes: I had to get up.

Momori: “........................”

Momori uncrosses her arms. Twists her fingers together and stretches them, outwards. She grabs Gwanne’s right heel and menacingly pulls the man with surprising strength towards the edge once more.

Momori: “You shall tell me or you shall have a good trip in the lifestream.” She’s straining somewhat at the effort of dragging Gwannes along.

Gwannes offers... not much resistance to this, laying back and letting Momori drag him closer to the edge with little more than a token wriggling and a faint "C'mon, man..."

Gwannes closes his eye, sighing. "I hate the fucking lifesteam."

Gwannes idly swings his head backwards, gently hitting the back of his skull against the ground.

(Momori) its like when you drag a rake behind you (Momori) and it's bouncing around hitting every stray rock + pebble (Gwannes) yes

Momori: “I hear it isn’t so bad during the winter moons,” she says, as she lets go of the man’s ankle. With his body positioned close to the edge, she places her heel on his shoulder. A strong push could roll the man straight back into freefall.

Momori: “Last chance, Baldy.”

Gwannes tenses his shoulders for a moment, then places a palm against the ground and quickly rises back to a sitting position. He slips out from under Momori's heel with all the elusiveness of an earthworm. In spite of getting out from under her, he only does so to move /closer/ to the edge, scooting forward and draping the both of his legs off of the edge. "I'm tired."

Momori makes a sour face, but lets Gwannes do as he wishes. Killing a follower was a one way ticket to being kicked out of the whole expedition, and she couldn’t have that. At least, not yet. But by the gods, she was curious about why the man was ‘rock climbing’, and she hated to have the possibility of answers dangled in front of her face.

Momori: “If you’re tired, go take a nap. Or take one of these.” She pulls a small packet from her sleeve. It’s semi-transparent, and contains some red goo inside of it.

(Momori) eorzean five hour energy. gel form. (Gwannes) Momoris ultimate plan to give gwannes oskwell a pair of cement shoes

Gwannes stared down at Momori's hand. "Candy?"

Momori: “Haha. Sure!” She doesn’t say anymore. Places the questionable packet in Gwanne’s hand.

Gwannes looks to be completely willing to immediately consume someone who was threatening to murder him less than 120 seconds ago. He places the packet in his mouth and bites down on it, then swallows the entire deal.

(Momori) momori will remember this (Momori) gwannes dont take candy from suspicious lalafell!!! (Gwannes) i want Momori to grant my greatest wish and poison me to death

Momori - It all happens so fast that she doesn’t have time to tell him, no, you don’t eat the packaging. She grimaces slightly as Gwannes downs it all....but that doesn’t stop her from offering him another. “You look like you enjoyed that. Have one more.”

Gwannes blinked. "Oh, I-- I shouldn't. I don't know how strong they are."

Momori: “As long as your will is stronger, you are safe.” She covertly plants the offered energy gel into anything that resembles a pocket on Gwanne’s person. “Still tired?”

(Momori) haha wait since this is eorzea (Momori) it'd be five bell energy (Gwannes) drink drink five hour energy its not a drink more like a drink

Gwannes glanced back at Momori, at that. "Oh, well, my will isn't stronger than anything, really. We'll see, I guess." His legs, hanging out over the abyss, swung back and forth idly. "So do you normally threaten to push people off of cliffs while you're not working?"

Momori: “Well, do you normally begin a conversational encounter by pulling yourself up from the edge of a sheer drop?” She raises a brow slightly as she leans against the stalk of one of the dandelion trees.

Gwannes: I didn't know anyone was out this far.

Gwannes: Most people are sticking closer to the camp.

Momori: “For good reason. Though these places are good for a little peace and quiet.” She pauses. “And for studying the Zundu.”

Momori: “The rotund birdmen here are. Acceptably friendly. For birds.”

Gwannes presses his thumb against the backs of his knuckles, stretching his fingers. "You say that like there's a reasonable expectation. A-- Bunch of people from half a continent away come in their airship and start incessantly probing into your territory, how'd you react? There's certainly folk out here that would take a whole lot less kindly to our presence. Like the Vundu."

Gwannes paused. "Well, your presence, maybe. They know me. At least a little."

Momori holds her tongue. In Ul’dah, beastmen were, generally speaking, treated with contempt. A side note to be swept aside. Add to the fact that she simply hates birds of any form, and well...She wants to say that they don’t owe the Vanu Vanu anything, courtesy included. But she doesn’t say that.

Momori: “I. Suppose they are being reasonable, given the situation.”

Gwannes clears his throat. "Yeah, they are." His heels knock against the rock face behind them. "There are far worse places to be, as far as beastman territory. You should see some of the things that go on with the caravans that are unfortunate enough to have to cross through the Xephatoli borderlands."

Momori: “I have only heard stories.” She sits down, back against the base of the dandelion stalk. “Banditry. Vengeance. Greed. Violence. Blind belief. Such qualities are not limited to the beastfolk.”

Momori‘s gaze hardens as she lets her thoughts stew in her mind. She lets out a quiet huff, and shakes her head. “So, Gwannes. Why are /you/ with the expedition?”

Gwannes cleared his throat. "I'm not with the expedition. I'm just here temporarily."

Gwannes: I was already caught up with the Rovers before I came across anyone from this whole... group.

Momori: “Oh. You have your own beef with the Rovers then.” She shrugs. “Welcome to the club.”

Gwannes: Not like that, but--...

Gwannes: ...I wanted just to talk to Nate and then get out of here with my wife, seeing as he owes me a favor, but-- now he's indisposed, I've been told.

Momori: “He’s not exactly in the mood to talk nowadays.” She gets up and gives Gwannes and odd look. “But why not just leave with your wife then? He won’t stop you.”

Gwannes: 'Cause he owes me something.

Gwannes: It's by my own choice that I'm-- I'm stayin', not his.

Gwannes: That, and I'd like to be there when the Rovers--

Gwannes: Well, you know.

Momori figures that whatever Gwannes is asking for is immaterial. A favor that only the Father can provide. Something that cannot simply be taken.

Momori: “Yeah. When the Rovers bite the dust.” She pats herself off. “Well, see you around Gwannes. Good luck in whatever it is you’re trying to get out of Nate.”

Gwannes stands, at that. "Heading out, then--?" He nods to Momori. "Alright. See you around, yeah? Just be careful out this far. Vundu still send out patrols, sometimes. Wayward search parties, that sort of thing..." He pauses. "Anyway, I'll see you around." At that, he immediately... turns on his heel, then takes a step forward off of the edge of the cliff. He's gone.

Momori just. Accepts what is happening in front of her. So many strange folks, so little time. She has a feeling she'll see him again, crawling up from some ledge like a monster of the deep. Farewell...for now.

(Momori) wauw (Momori) what an exit (Gwannes) distant cartoon splat noise (Momori) splort (Momori) does he like. live under the islands like a bat?? so many questions

#momori mori #Gwannes Oskwell #ff14 rp logs #heartless AU

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dromaeo-sauridae · 2 years

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2 drawings made one after the other that are basically the same and idk which i like more

#my art #rain world #rw #looks to the moon #five pebbles #5p hate club #i think i like the second one more #... i actually made that one first lol

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ray-the-fanatic · 5 years

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Let’s get dangerous, together?

A/N Okay, I am testing the waters here but I got some ideas for some fanfictions and I want to give it a shot. Ended up being much longer than I originally thought. This is more of one-sided crushing (in this one for now) so enjoy.

DT17 drakepad| one shot| word count 4,863 (roughly)

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Let's get dangerous, together?

Drake had finally gotten all his belongs unpacked and back in their original places in his small apartment. It felt like it be years since he last was home. He had been in Duckburg for a good while well working on the Darkwing Duck movie. However, he didn't have much time to fully unpack before the whole moon invasion happened. Drake was still feeling slightly sore from that whole situation. But, he finally got all his Darkwing Duck merch and memorabilia back into the perfect place. He smiled satisfied with his collection though it did offer the negative of reminding him of the man he looked up to and admired.

Drake quickly shook off his doubts. He was always seconding guessing himself like that. Jim may not have been delighted by being replaced but he turned around in the end. Now all the Darkwing Duck stuff he surrounded himself with was motivation with his new big role. Actually being Darkwing Duck.

Drake sat back on his bed and looked over to where he kept his costume hung up on the wall he left the hat on the foot of his bed and fondly picked it up. He may have been decoy for scrooge but he still got to be a hero. Even took out a few aliens well slightly being out of it. Which was probably an achievement on its own. Darkwing Duck doesn't even need to be fully aware to deal with evildoers. He smiled for a moment then pulled out his phone to check the time. It was almost ten at night meaning it was time for him to head out for his nightly patrol.

"Ha finished just in time" he jumped up to his feet and grabbed his costume off the wall. Patrolling the streets of Saint Canard was a norm for him now. He was really getting used to his new identity so much so that there were times he never took off the costume. Almost like Drake wasn't around anymore instead replaced by Darkwing Duck. Though it was also nice as an escape from other pressing things going on. Like pretending he didn't notice a certain someone's text light up his phone screen. Drake didn't have many friends he wasn't the most popular kid growing up and he just got used to being alone. Then he made a friend, someone who was just as big a Darkwing Duck fan as he was. Possibly even bigger even if Drake was the president of Jim’s fan club.

Launchpad McQuack, the same person who believed in Drake more than Drake ever could believe in himself. Launchpad gave him the push to pursue this whole crazy idea of running around as a hero, like Gizmoduck. Of course, Drake would be much better than that bucket head. So why was Drake avoiding him now? Drake didn't fully know himself. He pocketed his phone once changed into his alter ego. Not even going to give it a glance.

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Drake made his way up the top of an abandoned apartment complex using the fire escape to reach the roof. As he stood up on the edge he felt the night air on his face. Slowly he breathed in the cool night air, slowly taking it in. He wasn’t Drake Mallard anymore no he was Darkwing Duck, the masked avenger.

“Darkwing Duck keeps a watchful eye over Saint Carnad looking out for anything suspicious, no matter how small” Drake began saying out loud to himself, it was a good way to fill the quiet on the long nights. Sometimes he would also occupy his time texting Launchpad but he was trying to ignore that. Ever since the invasion was thwarted Launchpad had been focused on something else, or better said, someone else. Penumbra, she was an ally from the invader's side. Launchpad got one look at her and that's all it took, he went on for hours talking about her to Drake afterwards. Not that he had much to say but Launchpad could just see anyone’s good points. Something Drake liked about Launchpad, he could just see what made others great so easy. Guilt started twisting his stomach into a knot he didn’t like ignoring the closest thing he had to a best friend but he also didn’t like how he had been feeling lately.

“Darkwing Duck doesn't need to think about anything like Drake. He only cares about evil and striking fear.” the small tickle from his phone’s vibration pulled at his attention telling him it was a phone call this time. "H he doesn't need distractions. Darkwing Duck is always focused on one thing. Justice!" He proclaimed but a twinge of guilt got him again as he sighed and sat down on the cold brick of the building. "Maybe he's just a bad friend?"

Drake said talking about himself, he had no idea what was bothering him so much. So, Launchpad had a crush big deal that's not the end of the world. Sure it was weird not seeing Launchpad stare at him with that admiring look he tended to whenever Drake donned his costume and mask. Sure, it was different to hear him talk about Penumbra instead of, him. Drake just sighed a bit and ran his hand down his face. It has been a while since Launchpad said he was going to finally ask Penumbra out but Drake didn't want to know how that went. That's what made him a bad friend what if she said no? And now he was ignoring his friend who probably needed him. Who was he kidding, of course, she said yes! Launchpad is amazing. Who wouldn't fall for that guy? He is incredibly loyal, brave, determined, he was basically an adventure and strong so strong he could easily pick Drake up off the ground like he was just a pebble. Launchpad even learned how to fly a plane simply because he wanted to. He had a sense of what was right and would do whatever he could to help someone. And, he was easy on the eyes of course.

"Oh no," Drake said cutting his thoughts off. He laid back, a bit to fast as he knocked his head against the brick causing a slight sting to run through his skull. Everything was clicking suddenly. Drake fished out his phone and looked at the screen to see Launchpads unread texts sitting in the notifications. At least two for every day he hadn't talked to him, he dragged his finger across the screen to pull the notifications menu down. Able to see a bit of each text message, well being careful not to click on them so the read status wouldn't show in their conversation. That guilt eating away at him again as he looked the messages over. Launchpad seemed to be worried about him, he should be mad instead. Drake basically disappeared on him after he told him about asking Penumbra out. How long ago was that? Five weeks. Yet all he's been texting was worry, concern and a bit of encouragement.

Drake smiled looking at his screen and his heart fluttered. Seeing that he left a voicemail after calling him earlier. He hasn't even heard Launchpads voice in all this time and found he missed it. Launchpad’s voice was smooth and calming it was just a voicemail it wouldn’t hurt to listen to that right? Right. As Drake went to hit play he got an incoming call and answered leaving him to stare at the photo of Launchpad in silent horror.

“DW!” He heard Launchpad call out from the other end. Drake jumped up to his feet holding his phone tightly as he nervously bit at the fingers of his left hand. Pacing around the roof as Launchpad called out his nickname. Drake couldn’t think of how to answer. He should start off with hi right? No hello? Why did hello seem like such a weird word now. Does he call him by name? Or LP or buddy? Why was talking so hard! Drake thought to himself as he finally held the phone to the side of his head and sighed ready to get this over with. When softly Launchpad spoke again not louder than a whisper. “Drake?” Drake stood frozen it was like having Launchpad whispering into his ear softly sending a slight chill down his spine and a bit of warmth hit his cheeks. Suddenly he felt relaxed Launchpad just had that effect on him even though his heart was beating faster now at the same time. He took a moment and closed his eyes taking in a breath and slowly letting it out.

“H hey, Launchpad,” He said at last, as he could hear a sigh of relief from the other end hating that he caused such a sound in the first place. Drake decided to keep going as he jumped down to the fire escape needing to grasp the railing to keep his free hand from shaking. “What’s going on buddy?” he asked regretting it after he said it.

“Oh, are you okay?” Launchpad asked right away nearly forgetting he was the one who called in the first place.

“What? Fine completely so fine” Drake said “Sorry I know I kind of disappeared on you for a while I just well, I’ve been working on something and just got a bit tied up with it” Drake lied hating each word of it. He couldn’t give a real reason not yet at least.

“I thought something maybe happened to ya DW,” Launchpad said switching back to the fond nickname.”It’s been a while since I heard or seen you I was getting worried”

Drake's stomach started to twist again and he felt awful for what he had done and been thinking. How could he cause his friend to worry so much when there was no reason to in the first place. All Drake had been doing was avoid everything. “I’m fine” he smiles to himself and leaned over the railing resting his elbows there as he speaks. “I didn’t want to worry you so don’t alright? If anything bad happened to me I’d find a way for you know.” Launchpad was quite on his end for a time and Drake thought about ending the call there until hearing his friend's next question. His voice was soft and quite almost like he was scared to ask but did anyway because he felt he had to say it.

“Drake...I didn’t do anything to make you mad did I?” It almost broke Drake's heart.

“What? N no of course not.” He didn’t want to but he asked anyway “How did things go with uh Penumbra?” He asked trying to sound casual even if he nearly choked out the name. The time it took for Launchpad to answered felt like years to Drake. Though suddenly asking most likely was why it took so long for an answer.

“Penumbra? Oh right that” Drake could almost feel the smile that seemed to come from Launchpad’s voice. “Nothing happened it was just crush, after all, were friends though which is cool, never had an aline friend before. I think?” Drake couldn’t help but grin widely when hearing the news, was that bad? Before getting to ponder on that Launchpad spoke up “Wait a minute were you jealous?”

“Jel jealous? What who me I” Drake was having trouble forming a sentence now how did he figure that out it took Drake five weeks to figure it out.

Drake was interrupted by Launchpad’s joyful but thunderous laugh “Even if I dated I’d always have time for my friend Drake.” Launchpad assured him not seeming to get what exactly Drake had been feeling jealous of. “I’d always make time to have a marathon day with you, or just to hang out ya know that right? Especially for you. I always have time to be there for ya” Drake slowly moved the phone out in front of him so he could look at the contact photo he used for Launchpad. Of course, he knew that. Launchpad was just that type of guy if you needed him he would be there for you no questions asked. He smiled softly those last words hanging in the air. Launchpad probably giving him time to answer.

"Of course I do LP," he said after switching to the speaker function. "I know you'll always be there if I needed you to be, heck I'm sure you would cause a crash to get to any of your friends fast enough." He laughed a bit in his sentence as he could imagine it. Another one for Drake's list of reasons Launchpad was amazing. He was, dependable always had your back "one of the things I love about him" Drake let slip out loud.

"Whatcha say?" Launchpad asked faintly

Drake was again frozen in horror feeling betrayed by his mouth now. "I uh I" he lost his grip on the phone as it slid out from his hand and fell. Drake hoisted himself up right away as he leaned his body over the railing holding on tightly to keep balanced. All well watching the glow from his cell drop straight down into a dumpster below. Without a second thought, Drake jumped off the fire escape and into the dumpster as well. Quickly shooting back out from the bags that filled it up as he scrambled for his phone. He knew it landed in here but where was it now. Panic rising up inside him, why did he have to say that out loud. What was Launchpad going to think would he take it as Drake having feelings for him? Was that the wrong take away though? Drake thought to himself. He smiled once seeing the light of his phone shine through a small opening. Drake went to grab it only to be met with the face of a raccoon that had his phone locked in her mouth. Drake could tell the call had ended but he needed it back right away. “Look it here you mask rodent.” Drake began only for the raccoon to snarl loudly feeling no fear but instead filling Drake with it as he followed up with a nervous gulp.

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Drake was dragging his feet across the carpet of his apartment making his way to the bathroom where he kept the first aid kit. Something he needed to keep once taking on crime-fighting full time. Taking a moment to look at himself in the mirror, his face was covered in scratches and bite marks. His clothes had some chucks ripped and tore and he managed to get a black eye. He groaned a bit, bested by a trash rodent.

“If it’s ever brought up you fought a tough uh..robber? Bugler? I think those are the same thing mm oh you had a fight with a gang causing trouble and scared them off.” He said liking that version much better than than the truth. He grabbed hold of the first aid kit and made his way to his bed sitting down glancing at his phone. It didn’t fare any better than him, it had some damage from the raccoon since she chewed on his like a toy and a few cracks in the screen as well. But, it was still working fine he had it sitting on the side table near his bed charging. Wondering if Launchpad would give him another call since he didn’t pick up when Drake tried getting back through to him. Drake also wondered if he heard what he said, he sighed a bit and set the first aid kit down. Slowly he laid back on his bed with his hands over his face slightly pressing them against his eyes.

“When did I fall for Launchpad?!” he asked out loud to no one as he dragged his palms down his face finally having a moment to address it, despite how he caught himself reaction to just the simple sound of Launchpad’s voice. “Why, how?!” he questioned, even more, waving his hands in the air. Though he already knew partly why he answered that question a few times earlier. “Maybe because he is the most loyal, caring, brave, dependable, patience and the most handsome duck you have ever known?” sarcasm dripped heavily from his tone as he spoke to himself. That did explain a lot, Drake didn’t realize he was the jealous type. Though it didn’t seem he had to be anymore. He dreaded the next call he would get from Launchpad now though. Drake was like a teen again unable to control his thoughts or even his mouth. It’s not like he didn’t crush before, this was still different though. It was Launchpad, not that there was anything wrong with that he just never even saw that coming. He was too swept up in his hero biz to notice it happening. Before he could really think more he heard an urgent knocking, well more like slamming, at his front door. Drake rocketed up from his bed at the sound.

“Drake, Drake you in there?” He could hear Launchpad urgently calling out from the other side of the door.

Drake quickly made his way over, worrying Launchpad would knock it clean off the hinges if he didn’t. He was a bit hesitant to unlock the door but he already worried him once before he couldn’t put him through that again. He opened up the door and ducked in time to miss another of Launchpad swings.

“I I’m here,” Drake said getting the attention of his frantic crush.

Launchpad took a moment to register his voice then looked down to see Drake smiling up at him sheepishly with a small wave of his hand. “Drake you’re alive” He yelled out and grabbed Drake into his arms and gave him a heartfelt back bone-breaking hug. The pain was worth it to Drake though but he almost worried his heart sudden quick pace would be felt. So, he managed to get out of the hold no matter how badly he wanted to stay between those arms. Slightly imagining nuzzling into Launchpad’s neck and taking in his warmth. Only to mentally tell himself to cool it.

"I may be a night owl but my neighbors not so much” He warned as he stepped back a bit holding the door open for Launchpad to go inside. Launchpad gave a small nod and walked in forgetting that small detail. Drake shut the door behind them only to be met with a concerned look on Launchpad's face. Drake’s face grew hot as he felt Launchpad’s eyes on him forgetting about the scratches and bites he was covered in. Drake just smiled and slide by his friend quickly snatching the first aid kit from his room and joining with him again. "sorry was in the middle of treating these wounds."

Launchpad smiled feeling relieved "oh you must have gotten into a real scrap there no wonder you're all messed up. Doesn't seem like they were a match for Darkwing Duck though " he said giving Drake a smack on the back a bit rougher than he thought as he knocked him over easily. Launchpad offered an apologetic smile and helped him up to his feet taking the first aid kit from his hands. While gesturing Drake to take a seat on the couch. "Here I'll help, you can just call me nurse Launchpad." He offered

Drake loved the idea of being nursed by the big guy until he furrowed his brow in thought. It was three in the morning now and Launchpad was here. "You didn't crash a plane did you?" He asked suddenly only for some confusion to shown on Launchpad’s face well he thought for a moment.

“Oh no, I drove here but I may have hit a fire hydrate or two” He answered innocently

Drake rub his arm slightly “You didn’t have to rush over here, I’m fine after all remember I'm pretty scampy. I always get back up” He said a bit awkwardly feeling undeserving.

“I know but it’s like I said earlier, I got your back. Besides after not hearing from you to suddenly hearing from you and then you disappearing again, I was a bit worried something happened,” he admitted well looking down at the first aid kit in his hands. “So I had to make sure.”

Drake finally seeing the effect he had, decided to sit down on the couch and removed his hat slightly tossing it on the armrest. Then looking up at Launchpad who was watching him as he held out one of his arms Drake giving in a bit to allow his nurse to help him out. Launchpad smiled and put the kit down opening it up to get what he needed and got to work on placing antibiotic ointment on the scratches and bites.

“I could hear something going on seems you got into a fight with a real dirty fighter though” Launchpad examined when looking at the scratches and bites, some bleeding a bit here and there.

Drake had to reign in his enjoyment of this moment “Uh speaking of that call did, um did you hear what I said?” Drake asked trying to sound as calm and casual as he could muster.

Launchpad was looking back in the first aid kit for bandages and excitedly smiles when finding Darkwing Ducks ones. He was carefully looking through the paper as he picked out all the ones with Darkwing on them. Drake couldn’t help but smile watching him as he did well Launchpad seemed to think. “Hm I think you said something after I said I'd be there for you, but then it was quiet and I heard a crunching sound I think you came across someone, something about a mask rodent?” Launchpad scratched the side of his head “Never heard of a masked rodent guess you got yourself a supervillain now. Then I heard some screams but after that, the call dropped and I jumped into my car”

“R right, the masked rodent yeah she um is someone I’ve been tracking for a while now,” Drake said deciding on the new cover story. Launchpad looked at him with that soft gaze he always did. It was the look that made Drake feel he could be a hero. Now making him melt a little inside only to fade fast when seeing Launchpad’s smile turned sad.

“Sorry for bothering you then, guess that’s why you were away for these past few weeks,” Launchpad said as he was taking care of Drake’s right arm kind of lingering now.

Drake felt his heart sink again, but what was he supposed to say? ‘No, I just realized I like you a lot, like a lot a lot and now I can’t seem to control my thoughts and emotions when your around and really want to know how it feels to kiss you.’ No, he really couldn’t say that and now he couldn’t stop staring at Launchpad’s beak. Drake got a bit caught off by the puppy dog eyes Launchpad was giving him which tug at his heart. “No, no that's not true at all. The two things are unrelated I was just.” Drake paused then let out a small sigh, he couldn’t keep track of all the lies he was making. He ran his free hand through his hair and decided a half-truth was fine for now. “I don’t really have a good reason for that.”

Launchpad tilted his head a bit, after placing the last bandage on his arm. He went and took a seat next to Drake. “I know I asked before but did I do something to make you mad Drake?” He asked again looking for an answer this time.

Drake looked up at him and shook his head “No, you didn’t do anything your good, great even. I’ve just been dumb. I was just really distracted with some thinking that’s all.” He told as he laughed a bit then stared down at his hands as he placed them on his knees. Looking at the Darkwing Ducks that now covered them, having time to sort through his emotions and figured he put them to words. “I’m not used to this.” He admitted feeling Launchpad's eyes on him as he slumped back against the couch and looked at the ceiling. “Someone having my back I mean. I’ve been I my own for so long now I guess I never realized what comes of having someone in my life that cares if I go missing” Drake admitted lightly biting his tongue to keep from giving more details. “I was a bit jealous I guess, and found it easier to go away.” “Drake, your my friend you don’t gotta be jealous of anything. I kind of get tunnel vision, especially when it comes to crushes I tend to lose my self-control” Drake moved his head slightly to look at Launchpad and smiled he knew what he meant “eh maybe of Dewey we may have competition on your list for best friend.” He joked a bit “you have lots of people in your life.”

“You're still important to me though, you're not just one random name on my contact list,” Launchpad said holding up his phone to get his meaning across. “I cause trouble and just get in the way, so I was worried you didn’t want me around either.”

Drake raised an eyebrow with that remark and slightly sat up wanting some explanation behind that line of thought.

Launchpad rub at the back of his own neck “Well with Della around I’m sure I’ll be back to just driving Mr. McD around.” Launchpad said showing a bit of vulnerability which gave Drake the urge to hold him. It took all he could not to, he couldn’t trust himself with the new fresh emotions he was aware of now.

“What? You’re crazy who would get rid of you? No one is as daring as you when it comes to flying into danger.” Drake gently set his hand on Launchpad's shoulder and gave it a small squeeze. “Even if that could ever happen, which mind you it never ever will. Scrooge may be a cheap duck but he knows something of value when he sees it.” Drakes said projecting a bit with his statement.

Launchpad’s smiled soften “You mean it?”

“Of course I do, heck that guy may have to have a bidding match with me cause I definitely could make use of pilot or could just hire you on with me to be my partner,” Drake said slightly joking.

Launchpads eyes widened when hearing that “Really be your partner not like a sidekick?” he said leaning in to close to Drake's face. Drake having to lean back a bit to give some space or else his heart may leap out from his chest.

Though that did make him think, Launchpad had been a part of the whole idea in the first place. Yeah, Jim Starling’s Darkwing Duck was a solo act but that didn’t mean Drake Mallard had to be. When playing decoy Launchpad took out one of the invaders when Drake’s back was turned and even caught him before he fell, yeah he dropped him after but still. “Darkwing Duck and his partner uh?”

Launchpad smiled at the way that sounded, ever since that fight with Jim, Drake couldn’t get over how it felt for them to say ‘Let’s get dangerous’ together. Thinking about it even though it failed, Launchpad even tried pitching Drake as the plan to beat those moon aliens. Was this a good idea though? Wouldn’t it be like Drake had ulterior-motives? Did he? Launchpad was still his best friend though. Drake glanced over to Launchpad who hadn’t quit smiling the whole time Drake was thinking to himself.

“Let’s be partners!” Launchpad said suddenly, “I mean if ya meant what you said. I can pilot for ya, or help you on patrol” Launchpad started to offer a look in his eye that Drake just could not ignore.

There was no real reason not to, Launchpad could handle himself and having some help here there wouldn’t hurt. The only thing was from crazed tv stars, or moon invaders or even phone stealing raccoons working alongside his crush could be a new danger. Drake look back at Launchpad who’s smile never faded waiting for an answer. Drake simply smiled back and shrugged his shoulders.

“I couldn’t think of anyone better,” Drake said accepting the offer. Launchpad's smile grew wider as he pulled Drake into another one of his patented back-breaking hugs. Drake laughed nervously as his heart went wild, happy with the physical contact he gently patted Launchpads shoulder well trying to not get flustered seeing the trouble he was already getting into.

“Heh I don’t think we need to worry about her, but we can still do some patrolling” Drake replied swearing to take that to his grave.

Thanks for the read, I do have an idea on this from Launchpads pov as well, but I have other Drakepad and Mcquack-Mallard family stories in the works.

“Oh, I’ll help you look out for the mask rodent tonight!” Launchpad exclaimed remembering now.

#ducktales2017 #launchpad mcquack #drake mallard #launchpad x drake #drakepad #raysketchitrambles #my writing #help I need more duck fluff

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lizzenilssen · 5 years

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Is that KRISTINE FROSETH on campus? Oh no, that’s ELIZABETH NILSSEN-LEVIN. From QUEENS, NYC, the 21 year old has come to study FILM AND MEDIA STUDIES (major) & CLASSIC LITERATURE (minor). Rumor has it she is OPTIMISTIC and PRO-ACTIVE, but GULLIBLE and INCONSISTENT, which is why she is known as THE FLIGHT RISK. She resides in BROADVIEW RESIDENCE HALL and can’t wait to graduate.

hi! i wanna introduce us both lizze and i so i’m ailie (she/her), i’m 20yrs old aaaaaand study circus!! gmt -3 timezone (south america ayyyyy) and this is my sweet dotter lizze.

elizabeth, or lizze, lizzie, liz, eli, what-the-fuck-ever, was born in new york, lived her entire life at the same two-bedroom apartment with only her father and their two cats, pebble and susie - clearly both named by lizze as a child.

her mother bailed on them when lizze was about five, out to pursue a bigshot career on TV, that quickly flunked and ended up with her doing bad late-night commercials that were better off when forgotten. “levin” is her last name, and altho it’s on lizze’s ID, she rarely ever goes by it. yes, also, that’s a jewish last name, even if all lizze knows about that religion is food.

her father, a working class auto mechanic rooted on his habits, took on the role of single parent nearly seamlessly - at least in lizze’s POV. he didn’t always get it right the first try, but what parent does? what he did, however, was nurture lizze with stories, and projects, and fantasies about the future.

all throughout her life, lizze wasn’t either here nor there in social settings. she’s not an introvert per se, but definitely not an extrovert. just... in that limbo where one can participate to an extent and enjoy her own company and recharge, also to an extent.

her grades however were, as a constant, above the average, to the point of graduating high school in the honor board. how? she’s not even sure. plus, being part of the debate team, the chess club, the feminist book-and-debate club (which she co-founded), the swim team (shortlived dream), drama club and dance classes outside, along with charity work.

to be fair, she also had just about three actual friends. after trying -and failing- to be a “popular” girl, lizze found her place among the simple peasants of the kingdom of public school of queens, nyc. with so many activities, she knew so many people, but didn’t really get to be that close to many.

during summers, she was a counselor in kids camps, and during schooltime would work part-time at the fro-yo near school.

when she graduated, she had been accepted into a few colleges, offering her percentages of scholarships, and she chose Monarch U., first going into it with a BIOSCIENCE MAJOR, which she changed after just two months and too much caffeine.

she then decided to... really, like, look at what she liked, truly liked, and decided on a major and a minor that seemed could keep her mind focused and not bail at the first sign of discomfort.

all in all, however, lizze is a sweet, mom-friend type of girl that has more books than will to live in the mornings, goes to morning classes in her tweety PJs and oversized tees of long-lost exes because oversized shirts, and knows all the lines to mamma mia and every disney movie ever. she works two jobs, one out of need (york’s) and another out of, well, need but also pleasure (the darkroom), studies film & media and classic literature, and takes pictures of every cute animal she sees on the street, meaning all her snapchat and insta stories are super WholesomeTM.

definitely one of those “awkward but charming” people that aren’t even aware they’re getting hit on, and when they realize it’s just... fatally embarrassing. serial blusher. bad dad jokes and puns all the way.

aaaaaaaaaaaand member of the theatre club!

smol facts#

hopeless romantic in spite of hating the compulsive cishetmonogamy normatives

played sega games all her childhood and still does, likes other videogames but nothing like oldschoolin’ it

quit smoking but ~vapes. weed user af.

is super afraid of moths, the sound of crickets unsettles her, has so many potted plants.

she has a nikon camera that’s practically always with her

#compulsivejournaling, #moleskin, #pastelhighlighters, #calligraphy

her favorite movie is american beauty, yes she knows that’s a cliché

is #past pretending to be cold and detached, but also how does one Not Run TF Away From Attachments? yes, a commitmentphobe to a new fckn’ degree

sagittarius sun, pisces moon, gemini rising & venus ~

def not straight, so she wants to say bisexual? but also she’s ????????

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so like, that’s lizze! if you would like to plot, pls like this and i’ll dm you!

i definitely would love connections, whether already uni or before-MU connections!!

(best friend/s, bf/exes, #wecouldvehaditalls, friend/s!!!!!, academic competition, person-that-lives-across-the-hall, anythin!!)

#monarchintro #* intro.#suuuuuuppp!!

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crazedlunatic · 5 years

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Break Up Talk

“Daddy, I just don’t know if Logan is the one. We argue a lot. I want a relationship like yours and Daddy’s. You two are perfect. High school sweethearts, survived long distance, both have great careers and totally awesome children. You love each other so much.” Sophie sighed. “And you never argue.”

Blaine, who was grabbing something from the fridge, turned to look at Sophie and Kurt.

Kurt gave him a threatening look as a grin spread across Blaine’s face.

Were the kids finally old enough to know the truth?

“What do you count as surviving long distance?” Blaine asked sweetly.

“Blaine.” Kurt hissed.

“Well obviously you all worked through it and didn’t break up. You’re here today.” Sophie looked at him like he was stupid. “It’s, like, the perfect love story. Especially since most of my friend’s parents are divorced so I have nothing else to compare you to.”

“Don’t make me puke.” Zach, who was sitting on their kitchen island across from Sophie and eating Fruity Pebbles (yes, at 7:00 at night—he was Blaine’s offspring, after all), cringed.

“We did work through it.” Kurt said, giving Blaine a pointed look.

“Except for the nine months we were apart since you had ripped out my heart and put it through a Shred It truck.” Blaine scoffed.

Nick, who was sitting next to Zach, had been texting Ryan, looked up in shock.

Zach dropped his spoon, getting fruity pebbles down the front of his soccer jersey. “Shit…aki mushrooms.”

“Sure.” Sophie rolled her eyes.

“Nope. He did. Then I threw an engagement ring at his head. That’s why I didn’t propose.” Blaine said cheerfully.

“You broke up with Daddy?” Sophie stared at Kurt.

“Okay. Let’s not take this one sided, alright? I didn’t apply a school several hours away and not tell him until, like, three months before I moved out.”

“Well… I can see why he would.” Nick said under his breath.

“What was that?” Zach asked sweetly---looking and sounding exactly how Blaine had minutes before.

“Okay. Let’s be real. Soph, they don’t argue around you because when you were little you told the headmaster that they beat each other and threatened to kill each other.” Nick said.

“I did not!”

“Yeah, you did. I had to miss the day when the insect man came. They thought I was crying because it was true but I really wanted to see the hissing roaches…. And the scorpion…. “ Zach frowned.

“Why did you have to miss… Oh God. They called you all down to the office?” Kurt looked horrified.

“Yes.” Nick and Zach groaned together.

“Excuse me. My life was just shattered. Let’s get back to this ripping out of hearts and throwing rings—which was rude, Daddy… and Daddy.” Sophie said.

“You really broke up with Dad?” Zach looked heartbroken.

Kurt took a deep breath and glared at Blaine.

“Okay.” Blaine sat on the island as well, making Sophie in the middle of he and Kurt. “He pulled it off life support but really it was both of our faults.”

“Thank you.” Kurt gave him a look. “We did separate for nine months but, honestly, we were pretty much back together without the title after three or four.”

“That’s true.” Blaine nodded. “We had really bad communication and I had a hard time expressing my feelings when something was bothering me…and I would overreact to things that upset me… and there were a lot of times I would go to David and Wes about stuff when I should have just talked it out with Kurt.”

“But what was the final push?” Nick asked.

“A wedding invitation.” Kurt said. “When he told me he was going to Harvard, I thought he was planning to propose… obviously I was upset… even more upset months later when he acted like a proposal wasn’t even in the near future when before he acted like it was a pretty big possibility… I brought it up after Finn’s wedding invitation came and…”

“Boom. Yelling, tears, more yelling, throwing of a ring I stupidly bought to save the relationship even though I wasn’t near ready to get married.” Blaine said. “I went to the airport but honestly ended up going home with David until the end of spring break.”

“We didn’t speak for weeks.” Kurt said. “I called and emailed.”

“I deleted the voicemails and the emails.” Blaine said.

“Did you listen to them? And read them?” Nick asked.

“Not at first… but after a month I went back and did.” Blaine admitted.

“You did?” Kurt looked surprised.

“Yes.” Blaine nodded.

“You never told me that.” Kurt gave Blaine a sad look.

“I can’t believe this.” Sophie sighed. “Did you two date other people? No. You have to be each other's only ones. Obviously you lost your virginity to each other.”

“Actually he tried to date a guy five years older than him for a discount at the Gap.” Kurt said. “That was before we were together. Then when we were separated, he brought a girl to a Dalton Warbler event. As a date.”

“I still think it’s funny Dad sang in an acapella choir.” Zach snickered.

“Baha. I know.” Nick agreed. “And Daddy in one that sang poppy songs. I don’t know why we were even surprised. Look at them.”

“I know!” Zach exclaimed. “Why didn’t we just assume?”

“I mean honestly I don’t know why anyone would want to be with the lead singer of an acapella glee club. Oh my God. I can’t believe Oprah mentioned that on the special.” Nick let his head fall against the island.

“Does he keep singing—”

“Yes. I have tried to get him to—”

“Me too. Ugh.”

Nick opened his mouth to speak.

“Yes. I definitely did too.”

“Good. As long as I’m not alone in being crazy.”

“Why do I feel like we’re missing a part of this conversation?” Kurt asked, looking annoyed. “I hate when they do this.”

“Alex’s twins do it too apparently.” Blaine shrugged.

“Okay. It’s time to shut up so our fathers can shatter what I believed their perfect relationship was.” Sophie slapped her hand on the island. “Not twin time. Family time. Remember how annoying it is to everyone else when you two do that?”

Zach made a face as Nick silently repeated her words.

“Bob was right. We should have given one of them up for adoption.” Blaine joked.

“Yeah. I mean, it would have had to be Nick since Zach is your carbon copy.”

“I already have a—”

“Identity crisis. We know.” Sophie groaned. “Get over it already.”

“Hey, wait.” Nick said. “There are pictures of you two together at Aunt Rachel and Uncle Finn’s wedding.”

“Oh my God.” Kurt’s eyes widened

“They were totally hooking up.” Nick told Zach.

“Uh, yeah. Obviously.” Zach nodded. “Since they got back together a couple of months later.”

“How would you know that?” Blaine asked.

“Because there’s a cute picture of you two kissing in front of the Christmas tree with Melody in it.” Nick shrugged.

“So can we hear about, you know, the happy ending?”

“Blaine surprised me on December 23rd by showing up. I had gotten an offer for paid sponsorship in California and—”

“You two got back together because you knew you couldn’t be apart. That’s why you stayed in New York.” Sophie let out a happy sigh.

“There was probably a lot of hanky panky after.” Nick said.

“Oh my God.”

“And then Bob moved Dad to New York forever sealing their fate and therefore our fates. Rest in peace, Bob.” Zach said.

“What?” Blaine’s eyes widened in horror. “I just saw him two hours ago.”

“Sorry. I guess I shouldn’t joke about that.” Zach cringed. “He’s not old enough to keel over yet.”

“Bob actually helped me propose.” Kurt said. “He sent Blaine to the library where I proposed at.”

“Bob’s my favorite.” Sophie said. “That’s such a pretty spot too.”

“Yes. The consensus is that Blaine and his offspring all love Bob.” Kurt laughed.

“Can we go back to the dad dating a girl?” Zach asked.

“No, let’s not. Thanks.” Nick said.

“I didn’t date her. I took her… on a date. But it was a dance date. That’s not a real date.” Blaine sputtered.

“She kissed you.”

“Well Derek tried to feel you up, so…”

“Quit running my happily ever after fairy tale!” Sophie exclaimed.

“Sweetie… look at him. Do you think that is a fairy tale? I mean he is my happily ever after but he’s not prince charming.”

“Oh, I knocked you off your feet on the Dalton steps. Get over yourself.” Blaine scoffed. “You looked like you’d just seen Prince Charming.”

“Well at that point you were Prince Charming. Then you got drunk and made out with Rachel and then went on several dates after, Blaine.”

“WHAT?!” Nick, Zach, and Sophie exclaimed together.

“Whoops. We weren’t telling them that, right?” Kurt smiled sweetly at Blaine. “I’m so sorry.”

“Did Finn know about this?” Zach asked.

“Does it matter? Uncle Finn was obviously the better pick since he won.” Nick snorted.

“Okay. I’m going to go and meet my fairy tale Sarah. I’ll be back by eleven.” Zach hopped up.

“No, wait!” Nick said. “Can we drop the bombshell? Can we Zach?”

“What bombshell?” Kurt looked between them.

“We know Quinn’s our mom.” Nick and Zach said together.

“WHAT?!” Kurt, Blaine, and Sophie asked at the same time.

“Ahhh, see you all later.” Zach waved and rushed out the back door.

“ZACHARY!”

“How did you—”

“Uh, because I look exactly like her?” Nick asked. “Her dad is super tall and I’m taller than you. Same color hair and same color eyes?”

“You don’t know who your birth mother is.” Blaine said confidently. “Quinn and my eyes are almost the same.”

“No. I do. Because I went up to her last summer at yours and Sophie’s birthday party and told her I knew she was my mom.” Nick nodded.

“She’s so pretty. Daddy, why didn’t you want to date her instead of Rachel?” Sophie asked. “Wait, does that mean she’s my mom too?”

“She’s not your mom!” Kurt exclaimed. “You have two dads and you had a surrogate! Just like you are all three both of ours regardless of who the biological father is!”

“So technically you’ve both had sex with Quinn.” Nick said. “I mean sex makes baby and here we are. Well, two of the three.

Blaine had his face covered with his hands and Kurt was staring at the ceiling.

“We’ll just leave you two alone to ponder what wrong choices you made to end up with us three as children.” Nick chirped.

“Why would you bring up Rachel?!”

“Why would you bring up our break?!”

Kurt glared at Blaine.

“At least they didn’t find out about the time I got drunk and made out with Adrian.” Blaine cringed.

“You what?”

“I totally told you that.”

“Uh, you ‘totally’ didn’t.” Kurt gave him a look.

“Oh. Sorry… yeah, we got really drunk and made out once. Then we passed out and never mentioned it again.” Blaine said.

“Well… how was it?” Kurt asked curiously, not seeming upset. “I mean, he’s really hot. He was a professional model.”

“It was actually less exciting than kissing Rachel was. It just… isn’t there. Even drunk there was nothing there.” Blaine shrugged.

“It wasn’t even good?”

“Nope.” Blaine said, very honestly. “Literally like kissing the back of your hand or something. I’m pretty sure Adrian was hoping to get laid, though. After like two minutes he just sat up, said ‘I hate my life,’ took his tennis shoes off, and fell asleep on the edge of his bed still in his jeans. Kissing me was so traumatic he went to sleep.”

Kurt burst out into loud laughter.

“Hey, that’s not very nice.”

“Oh, there are a lot of worse things I could say.”

#wbuct drabble #wbuct prompt

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Duck Patrol

Virginia strapped her helmet under her chin, nodded firmly to Anjali and mounted her red bike. As she sped down the hill, her braid slapped annoyingly against her back in the wind. The asphalt under her tires sounded like excitement, adventure and breaking the rules.

Virginia was happy to be breaking the rules. Second grade was over. She was going to be in the chess club when school started again. She was eight. She was almost a grown-up. The rules were for babies.

As the hill tapered off to flat ground, she turned her bike to the right – towards the tall yellow flowers in bloom along a path, and towards…

The Pond.

“Virginia, we’re not supposed to go there without a grown-up,” Anjali protested, skidding her bike to a neat stop and planting her bright green high-topped tennis shoe on the ground as if she were drawing a line in the asphalt. She took off her helmet, hung it on the bike’s handlebars, and screwed her fists into her hips with a scowl.

Virginia rolled her eyes. “You know why?”

“It could be dangerous,” Anjali replied, mimicking Virginia’s tone and eye roll. “Come on, let’s go back up the hill. If your mom catches us down here, you know she’ll take your bike away for a whole week! Then we have to walk to swim team. Stop being a moron.”

Virginia, listening to the swim team argument, almost turned her bike. But at the word “moron” headed resolutely right again to the pond. With calculated contempt, she snapped into the wind, “Go back and tell on me if you want to.”

“I’m not a snitch,” Anjali growled and followed her friend.

Virginia parked her bike at the foot of the broad path off the road and stood with firm resolution on the pebbly beach. The pond, a small lake really, spread out before her reflecting the early summer sun. With a tendency to over warm water and algae growth, it was not an attractive swimming hole, but the occasional fisherman would take a small boat out to attempt to catch its unrewarding trout. The town boasted better beaches on the riverside, but they were too far for Virginia to reach by bike.

Looking to her left, she took a careful scan of the surface of the pond. It was early summer, the best time of the year for the pond. Trees grew right up to the shores, digging their roots in and leaning over the surface. Cattails grew along the shore – home to the tadpoles slowly losing their tails and turning into frogs. She heard a duck quacking and slid her eyes over the surface with a smile. She liked ducks. They could be loud and aggressive when they were annoyed. She loved that.

But that duck by the drainage outlet…

Virginia frowned and squinted closer at the bird quacking frantically. “Anjali?”

Her friend stepped down from her bike, propped it carefully against a tree and joined her friend. “Yeah?”

“See that duck?”

“Yeah?”

“He really seems upset.” Virginia chewed her lip.

“She,” corrected Anjali. “That’s a mallard and the head isn’t green.”

“Oh yeah, you’re right,” Virginia murmured and took Anjali’s arm. “She’s really upset, though. See how she’s quacking at that water flowing over the concrete there?”

The girls locked eyes.

“It’s her babies, isn’t it?” Virginia finally said with a resigned sigh.

“Yeah,” Anjali said quietly, then swallowed. “We can go over there by the road and look without getting in the water.”

Virginia gave a short nod and edged along the shore, holding on to trees and branches as it got steeper, they made their careful way to the frantic duck. A scrambling sound and an annoyed hiss from Anjali told Virginia that her friend had slipped and planted a foot in the thick mud by the shore. Virginia stopped but did not turn around. Anjali pushed a small palm gently against Virginia’s shoulder, encouraging her to continue.

When they got near to the shore where the duck swam in circles, quacking even more frantically, their hearts sank.

Five fluffy yellow ducklings paddled in a circle in the culvert. From time to time, one of them would flap its wings in a futile attempt to get over the concrete wall and back to the Mama duck in the pond. Two of them had stopped quacking.

“Can you see any way to get them out without getting in the water?” Anjali asked with a deep sigh. “If we get wet, we’re going to have to tell where we were.”

“I know,” Virginia said quietly. “I’ll get in. You go on back. I’ll tell our parents you told me not to go to the pond.”

Anjali shook her head. “No. My shoes are already muddy, and you’re going to need my help. That concrete is slippery where it’s wet.”

Virginia gave a curt and solemn nod, then edged along the box. Anjali grabbed a pliable sapling, tugged it firmly to make sure its roots were well-anchored and then extended her hand to Virginia. The blond girl took her friend’s hand and stepped carefully into the knee-deep water. The current tugged gently at her knees, and made her unstable as she approached the ducklings.

“I’m going to let go of your hand and hold on to the edge,” Virginia said.

“Be careful,” Anjali breathed. “Let me step out there. I’ll be able to steady you.”

“Okay,” Virginia said and held on to the wet, rough concrete, trying hard not to show how afraid she was. If she slipped, she did not think Anjali could pull her out.

Anjali eased out onto the ledge and squatted down, then sat with her legs dangling into the box. The water, only running an inch or so over the ledge, felt weaker than the bath draining. She swung a leg over and held on tightly with her knees.

“There,” she said happily. “Now I can hang on to your shirt and you can save the ducklings.”

“We can,” Virginia muttered, squatting down to catch a baby duck in her hands. “I couldn’t do this by myself.”

The fluffy yellow ball didn’t feel sweet or cuddly to Virginia. While it looked like it should be as soft and warm as a kitten, it wasn’t. It squawked and tried to struggle away from her. Grateful for Anjali’s firm hand on the back of her t-shirt, she lifted the duckling and frowned.

“If I just put it in the water, it’s going to be swept in again,” Virginia said desperately trying to keep hold of the struggling creature.

“Throw it to the mama,” Anjali said a little breathlessly. “She’ll be able to help.”

Virginia tossed the baby duck as far as she could, exulting when it not only landed upright, but past the mother duck. However, Mama Duck rose a little in the air and spread her wings, beating them rapidly

“Hurry!” Anjali said. “She’s getting mad and I don’t think she really understands what we’re doing!”

Virginia braced herself, scooped up the second duck and tossed it to the mother. However, she threw too quickly and the baby did not land as far out into the water. The current started to drag it to the culvert when Anjali said, “Hold on! I’ll get it.”

Virginia took hold of the concrete again, and let Anjali reach for the duckling. But before Anjali could catch the duckling, it swam away. Overbalanced, Anjali started to tip in to the pond. Virginia caught her friend’s arm and pulled her back, but slipped, fell and cracked her chin on the culvert edge. Hanging on with all her might, she felt Anjali tugging at her shirt, keeping her from being swept down as she pulled herself to her feet.

“You’re bleeding,” Anjali said. “Are you okay?”

Tears flowed out of Virginia’s eyes, but she gritted her teeth and said, “I’m not letting the babies die because of a cut chin. Come on, let’s finish.”

The pain almost blinded her, but she forced herself to continue gathering the ducklings and tossing them to the mother. So focused was she that when the last duckling was safely following the mama duck, Virginia turned around to pick up the next one.

“Come on, Virginia,” Anjali said gently. “We’re done. Let’s go home.”

The trip back to the bikes was awful. The pain, which was bad while Virginia was saving the ducklings, had gotten worse now that the urgency of the ducks’ predicament was gone. The girl followed Anjali’s lead through the muddy pond shore to their bikes. Virginia put her head down on the handlebars and cried, not caring about the blood dripping on her new shirt, and blind to anything but wanting to sit down and have someone take care of her.

“Look,” Anjali said gently, pointing out into the lake.

Virginia scrubbed the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand and followed where her friend gestured. Mama Duck swam contentedly along with five little ducklings trailing behind.

“We did good,” Virginia managed to choke out.

“Yeah,” Anjali replied. “Look, I don’t think that a helmet strap is going to feel very good on that cut. Let’s just walk home.”

Virginia nodded, following her friend blindly and trying not to cry. She was so glad the baby ducks were safe and so scared of how mad her mother was going to be when she saw her clothes ruined and both of the girls soaking wet and covered in mud.

Her mother had her laptop in the back yard, her camera connected and writing frantically. Oh no, Virginia thought. She hates it when I interrupt her writing.

Taking a deep breath, Virginia shouted, “I went to the pond, it was my fault and Anjali and I went in the water because we had to save some baby ducks who were trapped.”

Her mother looked up and all the color drained from her face. “How did you hurt yourself?”

“I went in that concrete box where the water drains because the baby ducks had fallen in and couldn’t get out,” Virginia said.

“It was my fault, too,” Anjali volunteered.

Instead of scolding, Virginia’s mother slowly closed the top of the laptop and said, “You went in the drainage culvert?”

Virginia nodded. “Anjali kept hold of me so if I slipped, I wouldn’t go under the road.”

“Looks like she needed to,” Virginia’s mother said quietly. “Does your chin hurt?”

Virginia crumpled. “Yeah. I hit it really hard on the concrete and I couldn’t stop or the baby ducks would die and— “

“Hey,” Virginia’s mother said, still eerily calm. “You’re okay now. Let’s get you cleaned up. Anjali, are you hurt?”

The girl shook her head.

“You go get a shirt and a pair of shorts from Virginia’s room, then go ahead and take a bath in the blue bathroom.”

Virginia stood still as her mother disinfected the wound and let her pick out a Band-Aid. Instead of a cartoon one, though, Virginia chose a plain Band-Aid with no pictures.

“So, how long are you going to take my bike away?” Virginia asked as her mother put her shirt in the sink to soak out the blood.

“That depends,” her mother said. “Do you understand why I wanted you to stay away from the pond?”

“But the baby ducks might have died if I hadn’t been there,” Virginia protested.

“I know, honey. But you’re worth more to me than a million baby ducks,” her mother said. “You did slip and if Anjali hadn’t been strong and fast, you might have been swept out and drowned.”

Virginia nodded miserably. “So what was right? Just to let the ducklings die?”

Her mother looked uncomfortable. “Sometimes deciding what’s right isn’t easy. But can I have a promise from you?”

“What?”

“The next time you run across something like that, could you come to me, first? Baby, those ducklings would certainly have survived you coming back home, and I wouldn’t have let them die. Will you do that?”

Virginia nodded.

“Will you stay within the boundaries I set for you this summer?”

Virginia nodded again.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

“Okay. Then I am not going to take your bike this time. But you do that again and I’ll— “

“Come down on me like a ton of bricks?” Virginia ventured.

“Two tons,” her mother said. “Count on it.”

In spite of the hug, Virginia did.

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Yay 200!!! Though my first instinct was awww only 200 want to ALWAYS see what this amazing person has going on! I'm so glad to be one of them. How are even your small prompts so hot! I love your work! Can I get a possessive or jealous Bruce/Jason? Or possessive AND jealous? I love the idea that Bruce hates Jason being away for any period of time because he hates other people looking at him and can't imagine someone not wanting him.

You guys are so sweet!

I don’t know, maybe it has been slow going for the followers thing but it feels fast you know? Especially since no one I know personally is on tumblr and only like three people in my life even know that I do this.

Anywho, sorry this took so long. For like five days I’d sit with the file open and write a couple sentences and then lose focus and motivation.

But it’s the longest one yet so… yay?

200 Followers Celebratory Prompt-A-Thon

(Prompts are closed. Thank you to everyone sent one in! I’ll be filling them the rest of the week for however long it takes to write the last few! And a big thank you to everyone who follows me!)

Jason/Bruce

Words: 2635

Rating: Explicit (sounding, electroplay[?], restraints, sensory deprivation)

Super long. Read on AO3 if you’d rather.

Mine

This is not really Jason’s scene. The loud throbbing musicthat plays the same basic beat the wholenight, the lights, the dancing, the overpriced drinks. Roy was excited whentheir target chose this place but Jason had tried to wiggle out of going insideat all.

Unfortunately, he’s more the guy’s type than Roy and a lothangs on sabotaging this weapons shipment. So, Jason’s sitting in a badly lit,semi-private corner, flirting (badly) with this piece of scum, pretending to beunbothered by the big, sweaty hand creeping higher up his thigh. He downs his sixth$20 drink, a little surprised the guy hasn’t tried to drug him yet, and wondersvaguely how far he’s going to have to go. They have what they need but Jasondoesn’t think the guy’s the type to take no for an answer when he obviouslythinks he has it in the bag. And he doesn’t think a rejection and a brawl willmake the guy likely to keep up his end on the business side of things.

He’s just considering slipping a sedative into the asshole’sdrink himself when the man’s words suddenly slur and his eyelids start to getheavy until he finally slumps over.

Jason blinks at him for moment, trying to get the blurrededges of his vision to sharpen up a bit. He’s pretty tipsy now…

…did he slip the sedative into the drink? He remembersthinking about it but not actually doing it…

Jason gives the guy a poke, just to make sure.

Out like a light.

Well, then.

Now that the rest of his evening is free, and now that thearms dealer isn’t pawing at him, he thinks it might be a good idea to go takeadvantage of these lowered inhibitions with someone he wants to be with.

He doesn’t notice the sleazewith the dark sunglasses and 70’s porn-stache, chewing on match, watching himclosely as he gracefully stumbles from the club and into a cab.

Jason jumps comically when Bruce flips the light on. Likehe’s a teenager trying to sneak back into the house without his parentsnoticing. Or rather a lover trying to sneak into bed when their partner isasleep.

It’s a little dramatic. But he’s not happy.

“You smell like a toilet,” he snaps.

“‘mkay, first of all,” Jason slurs, just a little, notenough to be concerning, “I smell like a club.”

His jacket slides off his shoulders and his t-shirt slipsover his head, tousling his hair, in a single smooth motion. For a split-secondBruce thinks he may be playing up how much alcohol he had. Then he tumbles overtrying to kick off his boots.

“Second of all,” he continues a moment later, head poppingup over the foot of the bed, “’m too far away for you to smell me.”

Bruce scowls at him as he crawls up the bed, obviouslyhaving taken the opportunity to remove his slacks and briefs. It’s difficultnot to give in to those pouty lips and that lecherous smirk.

Soon, he tells himself, but on his terms.

Jason pulls the covers off of him with a grin and creeps uphis body, kissing his way up clothed thighs and naked chest, until he’snibbling at Bruce’s ear and sitting on his hips.

“And third, old man, you smell like a club too.”

He has Jason flipped onto his back, wrists caught in his unyieldinggrasp and pinned up by his ears, before the boy can even think about reacting.Bruce allows himself a small smile. Jason’s slower reflexes is going to be afun benefit.

“You let that filthy criminal put his hands all over you,”Bruce accuses with a dangerous edge.

Jason wriggles beneath him making what Bruce thinks is anhonest effort to get out of his grip. “’s the job, B. Don’ overrea—”

His glassy eyes narrow. “You drugged m’ contact?”

“You weren’t leaving yourself any options for an out thatdidn’t include a trashy sexual encounter in a grimy public bathroom,” hegrowls, pulling Jason’s arms up toward the cuffs, tucked carefully under thepillow.

“Would’ve been the alley,” Jason teases, smiling slyly,watching Bruce’s face as the he locks the younger man’s wrists in therestraints. Specially made at Jason’s request. The only thing that can openthem is Bruce’s fingerprint. No lock to pick. Too wide and too tailored to Jason’sexact measurements to be able to dislocate his thumb.

Bruce thumbs his nipple for the happy sigh that followsbefore pinching it between his fingers and twisting sharply.

“Ow—hey!”

“You know you’re mine,” Bruce hisses, “You know you’re notallowed to have anyone else, to let anyone else have you.”

He keeps torturing the one nipple, tugging and tweaking, buthe takes the other between his lips and sucks gently, flicking his tongue overthe already hardened bud, pulling back to blow cool air onto the spit-slickskin and watch it pebble, before returning.

Jason gasps and whines and bucks his hips up, searching forthe friction that Bruce denies him by pulling his lower body away.

“B, please—“ he breaths, already so needy, “Jus’ th’ job… you-youknow that…”

“And you know that doesn’t matter.”

Bruce had returned via batplane. He’d had plenty of time toprepare for Jason’s arrival before the cab had pulled into the drive.

He reaches under the pillow again and retrieves hispreviously selected tools, pausing on the way back to fix the sleep mask overJason’s eyes.

Jason whines again and thrashes around. “No games tonight, B,please? Jus’ wan’ you to fuck me,” he thrusts his hips again, lowers his voiceinto that husky, lustful baritone that Bruce has trouble resisting, “Hard.Rough… please.”

Bruce runs his thumb over the boy’s lip, slipping it justout of reach when Jason tries to take it into his mouth. Then leans forward andnibbles softly on his earlobe.

“So impatient,” Bruce mutters directly into Jason’s ear,letting his lips whisper across the shell and smiling when Jason shuddersbeneath him, “We’ll get there, don’t worry. I’m just going to take my time.”

“C’mon, Bruce, don’t—mmff!”

Jason’s lips look good stretched around the shiny metalring. Not as good as they do wrapped around Bruce’s cock but a close second. Hetaps a blunt nail on the helpless boy’s teeth, just for fun, then reaches backto his small pile.

“Now, if there’s something you honestly can’t handle, you’lltap your foot against me or knock the cuffs into the wall three times. Nod ifyou agree,” Bruce grins when Jason’s head bobs up and down emphatically. Heknows how much Jason loves these games, despite his prior objection.

“Tonight we’re doing something different. No pain, you handlepain so well you’ve turned it into an art,” Bruce rumbles low, nipping Jason’scollarbone lightly, “Tonight’s about pleasure. Your pleasure. As much as youcan take. And then more.”

He reaches up and fits the noise-cancelling headphones overJason’s ears, earning what he expects to be the first of many surprised littlegasps. Then he clips a nipple clamp to the one he’d been twisting, not tootight, just enough to pinch. That gets him a little moan.

Bruce softly traces the lines of Jason’s muscles, slowlytraveling down until he can ghost his fingers over Jason’s still mostly softbut quickly filling cock.

Lucky, Brucethinks, if he’d gotten too carried away he either wouldn’t be able to do thisnext part or he’d have to wait for Jason to calm down.

The longer he takes getting things together the harderJason’s body trembles at the lack of contact, in anticipation. His breath comesout faster, panting, often rounding out into full whimpers from the back of histhroat. Bruce watches him, captivated by the way the muscles move underbeautifully scarred skin, as he grasps the silicone handle firmly and slicksthe rod.

Jason inhales sharply and throws his head to the side whenBruce touches the bulbous end of the rose-bud sound to the slit at the head ofhis cock, but otherwise goes still so that he doesn’t get hurt.

Bruce slowly and deliberately pushes the little metal bulletinto him. He can’t tear his eyes away from the tiny muscle twitches as Jasontries to remain unmoving; as his control is tested the longer Bruce lingers. It takes minutes for the rod to sink all theway to the hilt, Bruce purposefully holding it back, and even then, he’d havewaited longer. But Jason gets too hard too fast for Bruce to take the risk.

When the fat tip is nestled deep in Jason’s shaft, Brucesecures the attached glans ring just under the head. It’ll make the younger maneven more sensitive.

He smiles at the questioning noise Jason makes when hesticks a small adhesive pad to his perineum. Then, carefully so he doesn’t tipJason off, Bruce connects the wire coming out the pad to the slot at the end ofthe sound’s silicone handle.

Immediately Jason jolts and cries out in surprise andpleasure. With the power supply connected, the bulb deep inside Jason’s dick,as well as the area of sensitive skin beneath the pad, send out a strong electricalcurrant.

Bruce watches for several minutes as the pressure builds. Mesmerizedas the warm, throbbing, sensation tingles up Jason’s body which almostinstantly flushes vivid pink. He thrusts into the air, knees falling openwider, toes curling into the sheets, heels digging into the mattress, knucklesturning white from gripping the bar of the headboard his restraints are attachedto.

The noises coming out of his open, drooling, mouth aresinful and gorgeous and Bruce is positive that he could come just from watchingJason thrash, listening to him whimper and moan.

“Exquisite,” he praises, ghosting his fingertips over Jason’sflexing abdominal muscles, knowing he can’t hear him, “You don’t have any ideahow beautiful you are, do you?”

He lightly flicks the hot, red, head of Jason’s cock whichgets him a loud wanton groan and more needy presses of his hips.

Moving lower, Bruce finally slips two, still slick fingersinto Jason’s fluttering hole and immediately starts gently massage his prostate,rubbing soft little circles into the gland, stimulating it from the insidewhile the electricity coursing out from adhesive pad powering the sound stimulatesit from the outside.

There’s no uncertainty in Bruce’s mind that, if he couldhave come, Jason would have done so in moments. As it is, with his cock stuffedfull and pinched off he just wriggles with increasing desperation, moaning andgasping and sobbing so loud Bruce is positive Alfred and Damian will be able tohear him.

Bruce is content to watch. It’s not long before Jason isglistening with a sheen of sweat in the low lamplight, every muscle tensing andtwitching under beautiful scared skin, involuntary shudders wracking his bodyin inconsistent intervals.

Leaning forward, Bruce begins to press tender, suckingkisses to each of Jason’s scars, working his way up to the nipple clamp. Hedoesn’t let up, keeps the pace of his fingers buried in Jason’s tight, velvetpassage steady, the pressure firm but gentle, and adds a third digit.

As Jason inhales sharply and clenches down, Bruce bites downon the clamp and pulls it free from Jason’s chest, quickly returning to suck onthe angry nub. Then pulling back, he lets his breath chill the wet spot makingJason shiver and giving him goosebumps.

Then he moves up higher, starts kissing away the tearsstreaming down the younger man’s face at the onslaught of pleasure.

Jason leans into him, nuzzling his face then his hair whenBruce starts mouthing at his neck and shoulders, leaving behind little purpleblooms.

“-lease!” Jason pleadsas best he can without access to his lips.

He’s hysterical, sobbing and tossing his head side to side,grinding his hips into the bed only to move them up again, searching forfriction, saying the partial word over and over and over again.

Bruce just stares at him for a few more moments. This issuch a rare sight. His boy coming apart, a fully wrecked, debauched mess,overwhelmed with pleasure. Giving into something other than the pain. Losingcontrol to something better.

Finally, Bruce removes his fingers, is treated to a noisesomewhere between relief and regret, and touches the head of his own leakingerection to the eager hole. Then he reaches up and removes the noise cancelingheadphones with his free hand, followed by the sleep mask.

Jason’s lids are squeezed closed, thick lashes wet andclumped together. He doesn’t seem to notice the blinding fabric is gone untilBruce swipes his thumb over one of the lids.

They flutter open to reveal a clouded gaze over blazinggreen irises, only the barest hint of their original blue visible.

Jason’s expression clears a little as they lock eyes. Keepinghis clean hand cupped around the side of the boy’s face, Bruce slides into himwith a sigh and starts a lazy, deeppace.

Jason rolls his hips in time with Bruce’s unhurried thrusts.For once, he doesn’t doesn’t try to make Bruce go harder or faster or hold himdown, he just… he just takes.

It doesn’t take much time for Bruce to catch up. With hisdirty hand he slowly detaches the ring around Jason’s cock and pulls the soundout as his boy whimpers. With his other hand he unhooks the gag before pressinghis thumb to the fingerprint scanner and freeing Jason from the cuffs.

His boy is on him with all the speed you’d expect fromsomeone who spends his life dodging bullets. Jason’s big arms wrap aroundBruce’s shoulders, his ankles cross in the small of his back as Jason flingshimself up into Bruce’s space more fully.

“Bruce—“ hebreathes in prayer before their lips meet. The kiss is softer, deeper, thanBruce was expecting. It’s languid, full of adoration. Loving.

“My perfect boy,” Bruce rumbles, “Mine. No one else’s.”

“O-only yours,” Jason murmurs, barely able to form the words.

“Only mine,” Bruce hums, tightening his hold and punctuatingthe praise with a final thrust before emptying himself deep inside.

Jason follows right behind him, the feel of Bruce fillinghim up sending him over the edge. He comes hard.They both blink in tired surprise when warm, sticky liquid lands on Bruce’scheek.

Then Jason, still looking like a lust drunk dream, smiles,runs his fingers through Bruce’s hair, leans forward and licks his own come offBruce’s face.

Bruce watches him the whole way, enraptured. And beforeJason can swallow, Bruce captures his chin and brings their lips back together,sharing the taste.

Jason sags into him, boneless and exhausted. Bruce holds himfor a long while, petting his hair, rubbing at the knots in his back, hummingwords of admiration into his ear, until he falls asleep.

Bruce rests him back against the pillows, tucking him into thecovers, before making his way to the bathroom. He chugs a couple glasses ofwater and brings back another large glass for Jason in case he wakes up.

He crawls back into the bed, careful not to jostle themattress too much and turns off the light.

The moment he lies down Jason shifts closer, curling upagainst his side, head resting on Bruce’s arm, and sighing contentedly in hissleep.

Bruce plays with Jason’s hair as he tries to fall asleep,images of the younger man in the throws of ecstasy flashing behind his lids.

“All mine,” he says into the darkness, “Never giving youup.”

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of stars and pebbles.

You can hear him whispering in the other room.

You know it’s him worrying.

You know it’s him talking to Sam; or Charlie; or Benny.

You lean against the closed door, posed to listen. You should stop, but you can’t.

His worry eats away at your heart.

It’s been four months, and he never said a word.

Frankly, he never needed to. You’ve always know, and yet, you chose to ignore it, to keep pretending it was fine.

It had happened, now.

The one thing you never wanted to be; you turned out to be.

You’re a burden.

He never tells you this. He never lets you in on his sorrow. But, oh, how you wish he would. You’re the source, you should help him. And you’d know how. His worries would go away if you just went away. He’s too nice to tell you this. He’s too nice; and you’re abusing him.

Each morning, Dean smiles at you and wishes you a good morning and you feel like you’re floating. It’s always like a dream come true, each day anew. But then, you notice. Breakfast is getting smaller, coffee is getting thinner. It’s only ever by a margin, but you counted numbers in your boring job, so it’s your job to notice small changes. You don’t say a word. You can’t get told no if you never ask.

And you try. Oh, how you try. But each interview you had, it was a complete disaster. You’re nobody, you’re good at nothing and you are the blankest person alive. Your skill levels are fine, you know this, but your person just isn’t convincing enough. Why hire you; if there’s someone out there with your experience, and interesting to boot?

But to him, you pretend it is going fine. When he goes to work, you cry. You can’t tell him. He’ll see what a failure you are; and he’ll tell you to leave. He’d tell you that you’re a leech, and he wouldn’t be wrong. You’ve absorbed too much of his hospitality already, you should leave. But then the next morning comes, and it’s a new dream, and you can’t let go.

He’s all you have.

You try for a part-time job, just anything, to get you out, to actually contribute some money. But no bar wants you, because you’re awkward and socially inept, and you’re creeping people out. You look in the mirror, trying to see who you are. But there’s nothing there, and you resist the urge to smash it only because it’s Dean’s mirror, and not yours.

You don’t go to his friend’s outings anymore. He always asks, and you always decline. He says they’re missing you, and you know he’s lying. Maybe Garth would miss you, but you know that isn’t likely to be true. He’s got you here already; he should be able to be rid of you for a while.

He’ll likely crash at Lisa’s place, he says and there’s an empty ache inside of you. They’re still together; you know that, your ill-placed, useless confession didn’t change anything. Maybe it made him pity you a bit more, and you’ll take anything that you can get. You hum in response and then he’s gone, without another word. For five minutes you wait, and then you start to cry.

All you ever wanted was to be with him, and yet here you are, still as pathetic and useless as ever. You turn everything off, so maybe you can save him some money and you curl up on the sofa, and you hate yourself.

You wish they wouldn’t have come back in time.

From the back in your mind, Dream-Dean agrees.

Next morning, you wake up alone, and cold, and empty. It’s the most normal you’ve felt in months. Your back is aching from lying on the sofa all night; you’re not twenty anymore after all. You wonder if Dean enjoyed his night out. You hope you never ruined anything with his girlfriend. You’re living here, after all. But she’s nice. You’re sure he understands. You hope it, anyway. You couldn’t forgive yourself if you would ever be the reason they’d be breaking up.

You look to the window, and you see a wonderful day.

“I’m kinda running tight, Sammy”, you can hear him through the door. “I know it’s her birthday, but I just can’t, okay? Can’t you buy something, and I pitch in, or whatever?” There is a short pause, and you want to turn away. “So, what do you want me to do? I’m just supposed to tell him to go away?! C’mon, that’s just heartless, don’t cha think?” You turn away. You had hoped, but your hope had been in vain. You quietly venture back into the tiny guest room.

You sit on the bed, and you hug your knees tightly. If only you could find a job. If you could start earning some money, you could pay him back; you could move out without him feeling bad. If only you were at least a little bit interesting. You try to remember if you ever did anything exceptional. But you come up empty. You’ve always been completely average. Back when you were a child, your grades were always right down the middle; never too bad, but never too good either. You couldn’t play an instrument, your drawings were always just alright and you had no talent to spend in writing either. You weren’t athletic, and you weren’t lazy. You were never picked first, but you were never picked last either. And amongst your siblings, you would always just drown. That was okay, you always thought. Without people like you, nobody would be exceptional. But now, it feels different. You’re a waste of space, aren’t you? You’re neither smart nor stupid, neither cruel nor kind. There’s nothing to love about you, and nothing to hate. There’s nothing to miss about you.

If you were gone, would anything change?

You look to the window and see a bright night-sky out there. The stars shine brilliantly. People would notice if a star was missing. You wish you could be a star; that someone would look for you when you went missing.

You wish upon a living star, and know nothing will come out of it.

When you step into the kitchen the following day, Dean greets you like any other time. But to you, it doesn’t feel like a dream anymore. Dean looks rough, and you hope he got enough sleep. You hope he didn’t fight with Sam because of you. You don’t know what to do. You know that you could stay with Garth, but how would that be different? It would still be leeching, nonetheless. And Garth wouldn’t be Dean.

You love Dean.

And Dean deserves better.

This evening, Dean spends time with Sam. You hope they won’t be fighting. You decide to go out as well. Maybe some storefronts would have signs for hired help, or maybe some idea would cross your mind.

But the only signs you see are in places you’ve already tried. Places you weren’t good enough for the first time, so why bother trying again? You wonder how you ever landed a job in the first place. Maybe you’ve still been young and hopeful back then. You were neither now. You go into the park and settle down on a park bench. It’s dark, so there won’t be more people than some very dedicated joggers. You don’t know what to do. Why didn’t you ever have a dream of becoming a singer when you were young? Or maybe becoming a writer; or a painter? Alas, you never had dreams like that; and frankly, you didn’t even posses the speck of talent in any of these professions.

Just why couldn’t you have kept your boring job?

“Hey, how much?” a voice asks a while later and you lift your head. There’s a woman in front of you, she smells slightly drunk, but not overly so. You stare at her with big eyes and she groans. “I wanna fucking ride you, pal, so, how much?” Then you understand. She thinks you’re a whore, and maybe that’s something you could be. But you don’t know how much people take for that. You swallow and push any thought of Dean aside. You always wanted it to be him, but such were feeble dreams. “A – a thousand dollars”, you croak and immediately think that that must be too much, but she just nods. “Yeah, cool. Let me just go to an ATM. You got a car somewhere? Not keen on the bushes, yeah? Leaves keep getting everywhere.” You shake your head, looking at her like a deer caught in some headlight. She doesn’t seem to notice, or she just doesn’t care. “Well, fine, bushes it is then. I’m not paying for the god-forsaken motel as well. C’mon, pretty face.” You follow her and your heart is pounding in your ears. She’s going to tell you it’s a prank or that you’re not worth that much money.

She never tells you that, and it takes all your strength not to burst down in tears.

You get thousand dollars and you don’t know if your tears are from happiness or something way, way more troubling.

“Dean, I... I have a job”, you tell Dean the next day, but your voice sounds hollow to your ears. Dean doesn’t seem to notice, because he beams at you and you want to die. “Cass, that’s amazing! I’m so happy for you; I know how hard it’s been.” He gets up and hugs you and you gingerly hug him back. It’s not a job and you don’t deserve this hug, but oh, how you crave it. “So, where you’re working at?” Luckily, you thought about that answer already. It couldn’t be a bar or a club, because Dean would want to visit. “It’s at the museum”, you tell him. “I’m the night-guard.” Dean beams and claps you on the shoulder. Oh, how undeserving that is. “That’s great, Cass! Um... not to be forward, but do you think you could... help me pay the bills?”

You smile and say yes. You knew he was struggling. You knew it was your fault.

You know you should stop.

You should stop loving Dean.

Dean deserves better than you.

After all, you’re filthy now.

You think about the sex with that woman. You remember in The Camp, they always said that this is the way God intended it to be. That it would be fulfilling, but you just feel empty and hollow, like something important was taken away from you. You always wanted it to be special in some way, with someone you care about, not behind some bushes in the park. You wonder if she enjoyed it. She had been a bit tipsy after all. You wonder if that meant you took advantage of her. You wonder if you were any good. After she was done, she just left without a second glance. You think of that hollow ache for a long, long time.

You go out every night now. Dean looks so proud when you get ready. You want to tell him, you want him to save you, but you can’t. You’ve wronged him enough already. Maybe you can save enough to move out. Maybe things could go back to normal. Maybe you could come to their outings again, feel like you barely belong. Maybe you could give Dean and his girlfriend some space back.

You find someone every night, and you think that’s a good cut. Maybe you’re good at this. What does it matter if it chips away at your very self? It’s not like anyone would notice. Every time you look at the mirror, it’s a hollow mask that stares back at you. It doesn’t feel like you anymore.

You watch porn now, so that you could copy some stuff. However, you don’t like it. It feels degrading watching this, and you stop. You cry in your bed every night and you’re proud of yourself that they’re silent tears. You’ve learned how to prevent sobbing a long time ago.

You were still small and young and you just realised how insignificant you were. You cried and sobbed and you wanted your mom to say you were special. But your siblings shone so brightly and brilliantly, she just told you to shut up. Wanting to make her proud, you did. Now you think, she never noticed at all.

Everyone else was a wonderful star in the sky, able to fulfil wishes and you; you were just a pebble on the ground. You weren’t even reaching for the sky anymore.

There is a bruise on your wrist. The last client had gotten rough – you usually don’t care, but the wrist was tricky. You don’t want Dean to see. You look into the mirror and you blink slowly. You want to stop. You wanted to stop before it even began. The desire to tell Dean was always there, at the tip of your tongue. “Help me”, you whisper to the one in the mirror, but nothing happens. You know you’re breaking apart, slowly, piece by piece. And you know, there’s nothing to catch you and nobody to patch you up.

“I have sex with women, and I don’t like it”, you whisper even quieter. Oh, how you wish someone would hear you. But who would care for a pebble? There were so many stars around.

You found a beautiful pebble; once. You show it to your mother, but she chugged it away amongst other pebbles. You never found it again. You had thought it odd; such a beautiful pebble must stand out? But pebbles don’t stand out. They’re meant to be forgotten.

The first woman comes back. She says her name is Vanessa and you think it’s a fake. You hear that’s the norm in this business. “I hear you’ve gotten around”, she says, grinding down. “I thought you’ve been a bloody amateur. Apparently I was right.” She groans. “I’m sorry”, you say in response. She scratches your chest. It’s a car this time, and you have to admit, it is a lot better than the bushes. “Ah, I don’t care, boy-toy. I got to have you first, that’s always nice.” Oh, how right she was. Dean is with his girlfriend tonight, and they’re probably doing something similar... you wonder what it’s like, doing this out of love? Vanessa smirks at him, as if she’s heard, and clenches down. “Quit the thinking, boy-toy. It makes your pretty face scrunch up. After all, I’m the best pussy you’re gonna get in a long time.” She might be right. It’s not like you know what the categories are in that department.

You can’t look at Dean anymore. In the beginning, you forced yourself to, but now you lack the strength. If he notices, he doesn’t say anything. You love him, still, even though you tried to stop. He doesn’t deserve your gaze. He doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as you. You’re sure that your pure existence is tainting it somehow. You wish you could disappear.

You take walks outside a lot. You’ve burdened Dean so much already; you need to give him some space. You watch the ground as you walk and you see the pebbles you step on. They all look the same and even without them, there’d still be a path. So why are they here? They’re not pretty, or functional. Maybe they were leftovers? You look up and nobody else is paying the pebbles any sort of mind.

How fitting, you think. Nobody looks at you, either.

The sun is shining, and there are minimal clouds in the sky. The children scream in the distance out of pure joy. The wind picks up and it’s such a nice breeze.

Somebody hit you in the face and you don’t quite know how to cover it up. Dean, obviously, doesn’t have any make-up. You could ask Charlie, or Dean’s girlfriend, but that would result in questions that would ultimately go back to Dean. You wonder if a store clerk would have to ask questions. The answer is probably yes – at their core, most people are inherently good. So, you have to think of a cover-story. You could’ve fallen onto something. Oh yes – maybe you rolled out of bed and accidentally hit yourself on the nightstand. Or you fell asleep at work and bumped your head onto whatever. Hmm. Maybe the work thing was better. It wouldn’t make Dean feel so bad. So the only thing you had to do was to play it down. You could do that. If you could fake arousal, you could play something down.

Dean doesn’t question you any further, and you hope that means he believes you. He doesn’t seem troubled. That’s good, you think. He just says to be more careful next time. Oh, how you wish you could.

Vanessa doesn’t like the black eye, and she actually gets quite angry. You don’t really understand why. She is gruff and a lot rougher than usual. “Vanessa”, you say quietly. “Are you okay?” She growls and squeezes his neck. “Yeah, just peachy”, she replies and you hope she stops. She scratches across your chest. “I want to hurt you”, she says and you comply. She takes a knife and she looks relieved. Maybe this makes her happy. You wouldn’t know, but once she starts cutting, it’s over a lot quicker.

Later, your cuts ache. But she paid more this time, and that’s a nice compensation. If Dean looks your way, you don’t notice. You just go to sleep. You don’t remember if you cry. Nowadays, it just happens.

Two days later, you have a fever. You know it’s the cuts. You never bothered to clean them, and they looked strange yesterday. Dean worries and you want to tell him you’re fine, but you can’t. You’re not fine, and it’s just too nice to have him here. You’re still selfish, and you still want him for yourself.

He’s so nice to you. He makes you his mother’s soup, and brings you wet towels. He rain checks his girlfriend for you, doesn’t go to see his friends. You wish you deserved that. You should tell him. You should, but if you do, he’ll go away and he won’t come back. You can’t lose Dean, you just can��t. He’s all you have.

The fever gets worse, and Dean takes you to the hospital. You protest, because then he’s going to know. But you can barely speak up. He wouldn’t listen to you anyway. You think that maybe you cry into his shoulder, but you don’t really remember. He never comments on it, and you never ask.

You spend three days in the hospital. You don’t listen to what the doctors are telling you, because you know they tell all of this to Dean as well. You dread his reaction. Every time he’s in the room, you pretend to be asleep. “I know you’re awake, Castiel”, he says one time and the use of your full name just breaks your heart. Why couldn’t your mother just chug you away, so nobody would ever find you again?

Dean doesn’t speak to you on the way home. On television, there’s always a big welcome party for someone who has been in the hospital. There’s no party for you. You wonder, briefly, if Dean remembers your birthday – if he even knows it at all.

“Castiel”, he says after the door closes. “Tell me.”

But you can’t, so you force yourself to look at him. He looks firm. Maybe he even looks worried, but you put that thought aside. Why would he worry for you? You’ve been nothing but a burden, yet again. “I wanted to be good”, you say toneless.

I just wanted the whispers to stop.

I just wanted to stop being a burden to you.

I just wanted to be good.

He takes your phone and looks at all the messages sent between you and your clients. Some small part of you still hoped he would never know, but it was useless, now. “You should’ve told me” he says and you’re not sure what you hear in his voice. “I wanted to be good”, you say again.

“You’ve always been good”, he says and hugs you. It feels like you don’t deserve it.

“I love you”, you say and he tightens his hug.

You hug him back. Maybe that’s all you can do.

It’s not enough.

But maybe, in time, it could be.

#supernatural #Destiel #castiel #dean winchester #spn #fanfic

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