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rcksmith · 3 years

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Distracted — Five Hargreeves

Requests: “shit, i forgot. I'm the one who asked for smut prompts #30, #31, #61 and #96. Could you write them for Five Hargreeves? Thank you! So sorry to spam you with the asks X-X”

Smut prompts :

30. “I’d hold on to something if I were you.”

31. “Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.”

61. “what would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?”

96. “I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.”

Couple: Five Hargreeves /Fem! Reader.

Warnings: smut heavy, NSFW, dirty talk, swearing, degradation. (I was in a bad mood hkjskjs)

Word count: 4k

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

Let me know if you want to be added for a taglist for a specific fandom (Criminal Minds, The Umbrella Academy, Riverdale, Roman Godfrey, or all)

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

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Five Hargreeves had a bad temper. It was explicit, hanging from his chest on a giant sign that said: “ABANDONATE THE HOPES IF YOU ENTER HERE.” And he knew that.

Inside his body he housed a sarcastic, explosive and sulky soul, with no patience for half the world. Everything about him exuded a dangerous, authoritarian, arrogant energy, mixed with distilled look that have always been able to subdue anyone.

Five is the type of man who, while everyone dreams of easy solutions, he knows that if he wants something to be done he will have to do it himself. He likes a hunting, taking the lead in any situation, having no problem breaking rules to make things happen.

And he was perfectly comfortable with that. Taking control of his world. Until, of course, you show up. Taking the key to his Olympus as if it had always belonged to you.

You were the one thing that Five Hargreeves couldn't subdue. He was unable to impose to you his reputation as a man who should not be challenged. Because that was exactly how the world saw Five. Like a man you don't challenge. Even his siblings realized, after a certain point, that it was not advisable to play with him.

But, apparently against all common sense, none of this had an effect on you.

You were not afraid, or pondering your words. You rolled your eyes at the things he said, mocked his arrogance and always looked at him with a combination of a smile and a look that, holy mother of God, Five hated. It was the typical expression that said: “ I know a lot more than you do, but I will be quiet because you are not worth my time.”

Five Hargreeves had a bad temper. But you raised it to stratospheric proportions.

It was completely exasperating, outstanding, you were a brat who didn't hear the voice of an adult, so used to being daddy's little girl. Because that was how he saw you. You were only 24 age while he was 30. It was expected that you heard him! But no. You did not give a damn.

“If you listened to me and chose the Colombian, that wouldn't be so bad!” Five scolded again.

This was the twentieth time he had said that to you.

There was a routine with the Hargreeves siblings: you brought coffee on Mondays, since you passed a great coffee shop on the way. Diego was responsible for bringing Japanese food on Wednesdays, Luther for Indian food on Fridays and Klaus for pizzas on Saturdays. It was a banal thing, but it brought a comforting feeling of, no matter how not anyone would admit, tradition.

But it was obvious that you had to piss Five off on that too.

“And I already said that they don't do the Colombian before ten in the morning.” You passed the page of a magazine you were reading, ignoring his tantrum.

“And you can't wait ?!”

This time you looked up at Five, giving a mocking expression.

“Oh, forgive me, your majesty. I will delay my journey just because your eexcellency wants Colombian coffee.” You laughed, turning your attention to the magazine.

Five felt the tips of his ears heat up, the fingers of his hands go white from the force that he clenched his fists. You were so fucking annoying!

"You are unbearable." He said, because he saw no other way to express the hateful little monster you were.

You looked up at him again. “Serious? Me? You are the one who is complaining about not getting your blend coffee.” You turned your attention to the magazine “Like a child who didn't get chicken nuggets in the shape of dinosaurs.”

What?! Fucking what?!

Five opened his mouth in bewilderment, now anger rising up his neck. How dare you, fuck?! You were younger than him!

"What did you say?!" He repeated, his voice low but deep, his eyes bloodshot with rage.

You didn't take your attention away from the magazine by replying: “Like a child who didn't get chicken nuggets in the shape of dinosaurs.”

Oh, no. Oh fucking no.

Five slammed the coffee travel cup on the kitchen counter, walked over to you and closed your magazine brutally. You looked at him indignantly.

"What a fuck ..."

But Five didn't give you time to finish. He stuck both hands in your arms, forcing you to get up from the chair so quickly that the object fell to the floor. He pushed you back, lifting you up and making you sit at the wooden table, his eyes still on fire with your words.

"Child, isn't it ?!” He snarled, spreading your knees with his hands, settling his body still standing between your legs.

You were wide-eyed. Looking at him in amazement. Your heart was pounding in your chest so hard that you thought Five would be able to hear it, while your breath had been lost somewhere between the path from your lung to your nose.

Holy shit.

It was no secret that Five Hargreeves was gorgeous. This was not an opinion, it was a fact. With midnight hair, emerald green eyes and alabaster skin, it was not surprising that he was able to steal his breath wherever he went. And you were not immune to his charm. To be honest, you never thought it would be.

But the difference between you and the girls who fell at his feet was that ... well, you practically lived with the guy every day. You had been friends with Klaus for two years, and as a result you ended up becoming friends with the brothers and captivating them. It was almost atypical that you weren't with them. So, as a result, you ended up having time with Five too.

And, truth be told, it destroyed your will to want to impress him. As was common whenever see someone beautiful. Five Hargreeves was, in every way, arrogant. Irritating. Unbearable. Maybe it was your lust mixed with irritability, but you decreed that you didn't like him. That you would never want to fall into his bed.

Well…until now.

Until he accommodates his fucking tall, lean, firm body in the middle of your legs. Until his hands are glued to your arms in a touch of fire. Until your heart was racing like never before.

"You called me a child, didn't you?"

You wouldn't be able to answer anything in that second, even if your life depended on it. So you just nodded, a slow, cautious nod, like prey looking at hunter.

"I will show you my age!"

Five kissed you. In a way that no one had kissed you before. It was something hungry, angry, full of lust and with a desire that made you sigh softly. His hands were still on your legs, coming down to the back of your knees and pulling you firmly forward, sticking your whole body against his in a possessive way. His tongue invaded your mouth without waiting for an invitation, renouncing everything you had to offer as his.

That was a really kiss.

You put your hands on the back of his neck, running your fingers over the silky, black strands, letting your body be pressed against his as if you had been waiting for it a lifetime. Five pulled your legs closer, guiding you to close them around his hips and, once you did, his hands, determined and hungry, roam the sides of your body possessively.

"Five ..." a groan cut off your speech when his hands clung to your waist, pressing the hard and firm member to your core covered in the thin legging pants you wore.

"You already moaning and I haven't even touched you yet." His voice was overwhelmingly arrogant, full of amusement and convincing.

You were going to answer, because you weren't the kind of girl who kept quiet with a tease, but Five's hands made your waist roll around handily against his member, and a louder groan interrupted any line of reasoning you had.

“Oh, how adorable.” He scoffed, lowering his mouth to your neck and closing a hickey where pulse was “I wonder how the moaning will be when I do ...”

His right hand moved up to the inside of your thigh, rubbing his thumb in circles until he got to where you needed it most. “This.” Then he forced the movements where your clitoris was covered.

Your groan was louder than you would like to admit. The air became caustic, rarefied, the atmosphere became something breathtaking, claustrophobic, poignant. And, before you know it, it was already a wet clay in his hands.

Five Hargreeves had won. He had you exactly where him wanted.

Your moans grew louder when he tuned his thumb movements together with his pelvis movements against you. Your hands tightened on the back of his neck, your teeth closed on your lower lip in order to contain the volume, and your breathing was shaky. Your hips pushed against him, the thin leggings being smeared by the arousal that oozed from you, and as soon as his hand was only an inch away, you followed it with your hips.

“Pushing back against my fingers already? How pathetic.” Five played with the voice at the bottom of your ear.

You pulled the air against your teeth, whimpering, wanting anything he could give you.

“I bet ...” his lips slid under your skin without kissing, just making you wish, up to your lips and hovering there, a sigh away “If I asked you to take your clothes off and let me fuck you in this table like a good whore, you would gladly do. It is not?”

His free hand went to your face, taking a stir of your hair out of your eyes and placing it behind your ear. You were unable to contain the moan, closing your eyes tightly for a second, trying to contain how much your body screamed.

"Y-yes." You whined.

“Good." Five sprinkled a kiss on your lips before walking away.

You opened your eyes, your chest rising and falling with your heaving breath, your legs shaking. Your body screamed in protest at the separation, and you sent him a confused and inquiring look.

“You will learn who is in charge here." Five gave you a sly smile. "I'm only going to fuck you when you understand this."

Then he turned his back on you, took the coffee and disappeared in the blue flash.

This son of fucking bitch!

- - -

You were angry and frustrated. To say the least. Your body was on fire and mind replayed that day over and over in your head. It had been four days since Five's little exploits in the kitchen, and, to be honest, not only had he started the teasing.

Five gave you malicious and discreet smiles, gestured a lot more with his hands when he spoke just to remind you of what they could do. He hovered his body close to your whenever possible, brushing his shoulder against your, his hand gently on your back when he needed to pass beside you. His fingers even slid under your thigh under the table when you were having dinner. It was always like that.

And you were already crazy.

In the beginning, you sent him and their little game go to hell. He was not going to get what he wanted. But as the days went by, and Five started to touch you more often, the fire inside you burst, and it felt a lot less... torture if you just... gave in. The thought of sleeping with someone else just to appease that didn't bring you the same euphoria, you didn't just want sex, you wanted Five.

You knew he was playing with you. Just wanted you to give a sign that you were surrendering, so that he could give you what you wanted.

And after seven days, you gave in.

It was Monday, your mood was already an angry monster, but this time, you arrived a little later.

“Y/n, you are lateeeeee.” Klaus sang from the kitchen, biting off a large chunk of whatever it was before he sat down.

Vayna, Luther and Five were also at the table. Vayna and Luther talking about nothing important and Five reading a book under metaphysics.

"Traffic."

You lied, placing the tray of coffees in the middle of the table. Five and Luther were the first to get, Vayna still getting used to coffee addiction.

“Allison and I are going to watch something today. Why don't you come with us? ” You sat next to Klaus, throwing one leg over his.

"Is it going to be in the cinemove?”

He denied “In the living room, you can sleep here after."

You shrugged. “Okay.”

"Did you go to a different coffee shop?" Luther raised his eyebrows, having just swallowed his coffee.

“No, why?”

“It tastes different.” He drank some more.

“It is Colombian.” You put the cards on the table, in a game that only you and Five knew.

You didn't look at him, but you could feel his eyes on you and a sly, malicious smile brushing the right side of his mouth. That was the only interaction that you felt Five driving you that day. The hours had passed and it was already one in the morning when the movie in the mansion's ended. It was not atypical you slept in the mansion, the guest room was almost called “your room” at that time. But there was… there was something different this time.

As you unbuttoned your pants, with the night breeze coming in through the window, you thought that maybe it was because you never slept there having feelings for one of the siblings. So impure feelings. There was something about sleeping under the same roof as Five that made you ... nervous. But as soon as you removed the piece and placed it on the bed, the blue flash flashed behind you.

Your whole body went tense, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, and your heart was racing as if, suddenly, you had just returned from a marathon. You swallowed, the heat of his body hitting your back, while his hand went up your arm gently.

"You are such a good girl." Five's voice made your legs tremble, the butterflies in your stomach roll.

In this moment, feeling things that you never thought you would be able to feel, you wished always were a good girl for him.

"Did you do that for me?" His mouth joined the pice of your shoulder and neck.

You knew he knew he did, but the bastard wanted to hear it from you. Five wanted you to confirm that he had won.

“Yes” You whispered, the moonlight allowing you to see when his hand went down to your belly, playing with the cos of your dark blue panties.

"I knew you would be a good girl for me."

Then, taking you by surprise, Five pushed your chest onto the bed, bending you over, pulling your hips towards his with the other hand. You sighed when you felt his already hard member hit your pussy just covered by thin panties, now wet with your mess. Your hands closed on the sheet, your heart almost screaming in relief at the contact of his body behind you.

God, you wanted him so fucking much...

“What am I supposed to do with you?” Hargreeves reflected on a rhetorical question, his hands sliding over your surrendered body, squeezing your flesh with a force that would leave marks.

You whimpered, rolling your hips over his member. "Please"

“What would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?” Five slapped your left cheek.

You moaned softly, tightening the sheet, your body refusing to remain an inch away from him. Your hips needed more from Five's, your whimpers increasing as he took off your panties and ran his fingers through your wet folds.

"Five!" You moaned louder, biting your lip as he played with your entrance.

"Should I just fuck you with my fingers?" He caused your entry with two digits "Or with my dick?"

You were an incoherent mess, days of denial and desire that burned arthrosis in your body.

"Answer me!" Five slapped you again, this time louder, more grotesque, making you cry out.

"Y-your dick!" You tried to say, “P-please. Fuck me with your dick, please. ”

You were desperate, that was the truth. Desperate for contact, desperate for touch. Desperate for anything that Five Hargreeves could want from you. Anything he wanted to give you.

"Hard?" His voice was now dark, slightly wicked.

“Y-yes! Please!”

Then Five stuck his hand to the back of your neck, curling his fingers in your hair and pulling your face up, making you face the ceiling as he leaned over and snarled at your neck:

"How hard?"

"Give me all!" You begged “Please, Sir. Give me all."

That title seemed to drive him out of his mind. Because the only thing you had in response was the sound of his belt falling to the floor and the rustle of his pants and boxers down, his right hand never leaving your hair. You groaned in anticipation, tears pricking your eyes from the desire that had accumulated so long when you felt the tip of his dick press against your entrance.

Five lowered his mouth to your ear, holding his hand more in your hair as he said: "I’ d hold on to something if I were you. "

Then he entered you. Hard, rough, wild. Opening all your walls and spreading your abundant liquid all over his dick. You opened your mouth in a silent scream, your nails etched hard on the sheet, tears streaming from your eyes without warning. Five gave you just a few seconds to settle for his size, starting to beat inside you at a relentless pace.

This time you screamed. Your heart pounding in chest, your pussy pulsing around Five with so much desperation that you heard him moan and curse behind you. The pace was rough, heavy, wild and full of lust. He fucked you like a rabid animal, devouring everything you had to offer, filling every last inch of you. The sound was of pornographic moans and bodies clashing with arrogance, filling the entire mansion with sounds that would not be forgotten.

"S-sir!" You moaned loudly, pushing your ass to Five at the same rate, making he hit the deepest spot inside you.

“Fucking such good slut!” He dumped one more slap on your ass, freeing his hand from your hair and joining both of them at your waist, pulling you towards him in an heavy rhythm.

Each thrust was an electric current poured into your body, excitement running down your thighs and melting both of you. Five groaned louder, leaning over and biting your shoulder, clenching his fingers aggressively against the innocent skin on your waist.

“I think you forgot to lock the door, that means anyone could walk right in and see you like this.” Five blew in your ear, receiving a loud groan in return, as yours tears flowed.

Your pussy tightened around his dick, pulsing in such a tight way for he.

"Oh, would you like that?" He teased you, feeling your walls tighten again. “I bet you would love to everbody see the slut you are to me. ”

"Sir!" You screamed, throwing your head forward, pressing your forehead to the sheet as you sobbed.

"Answer!" One more slap.

"Y-yes! I-I like could show that I'm your slut! ” You sobbed.

Five came out of you, making you whimper loudly in frustration. He turned you over on the bed, placing you in the center as he climbed on top of you, settling in between your legs and entering without warning again. You screamed, sinking your face into his neck as your legs closed around his waist, pulling his deep into you.

"Such a good bitch."

Five felt your limit riding fast, leaving you more breathless, tearful and desperate. You no longer measured the volume of your moans, your hands clenching your nails on his back, your waist rolling around to make him inside deeper.

"S-sir!" Then, without being able to control yourself anymore, you exploded. Came in long streams of broken moans and shaky breathing.

Your head fell on the pillow, your chest arching while you were on top of the climax. Five groaned at the scene, his limit being your expression of pure ecstasy. He sank in you as anatomically as possible, filling you with the hot liquid that overflowed from inside you.

You were both panting, sweaty and tired. Five let himself relax on top of you, partially loosening his weight, still stirring a few strokes to ensure that you had welcomed all his cum.

"Good girl." He praised you, giving you a small kiss on the neck, stepping out of you and rolling to your side on the bed.

"That was ... wow." You laughed softly, trying to catch your breath.

Hargreeves laughed too, taking the time to get out of bed, looking for the boxers and pants. You bit the inside of your cheek, suddenly not knowing what to do or what to say. Your heart sank at the thought of him leaving, and your mouth was faster than your common sense in saying:

"Wait!"

Five turned to you, his brows furrowed in question as he buttoned his black pants.

"Can you ... could you ... stay?" You took a chance, your cheeks quivering under Five's intense gaze that never left you.

But, instead of the denial you were expecting, his eyebrows furrowed even more in doubt.

“But I am not leaving.” He said it as if it was obvious.

Did you blink a few times “No?”

“I was just going to get a towel to clean you up. There are certain things that I don’t like do naked.”

You opened your mouth to answer, a little shocked, but Five disappeared in the blue flash only to appear a second later, with a towel in hand. You sank into your own shame, muttering softly to yourself in incoherent sounds, you let Five clean you up.

“Did you think I was leaving?” He scoffed when he finished, looking at you with that smug look.

You rolled your eyes, turning to the side on the bed, your back to him.

"No." You mumbled.

Five laughed, settling better on the bed. "Come here." He said, patting his chest.

And, well, as much as you would like to consider yourself a rebellious girl, you did. Turning to him again, you snuggled into his body, laying your head on his chest while Five pulled the blanket up to cover the two of you.

Five Hargreeves had a bad temper. But at that moment, with you, you did not fail to notice the lazy and caring circles he made on your shoulder with his thumb.

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rextasywrites · 3 years

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Hello, could I request Lady D x Ethan NSFW please. From reading your list I’m 100% good with pregnancy/impregnation, lactation if the inspiration takes you that way. I look forward to seeing what you can do :)

Hey! I focused on the lactation part of your request, the impregnation/cream pie coming at the end! I hope you enjoy what I have written for you!!! :) <3 <3 <3

Warnigns: SMUT all the SMUT, lactation kink

The start of their relationship was more than...unusual. During the search for his baby daughter, Ethan had stumbled across the Castle Dimitrescu and its owners. Lady Dimitrescu had instantly taken a liking to the american guy, blown away by how determined he was in finding his daughter, not caring about any God or government.

With the help of the vampires, Ethan was able to find his daughter again, and Lady Dimitrescu offered them a place to stay while they recovered from the horrors they had to witness, and Ethan to recover from the loss of his wife...again.

At this point, Rosy wasn’t able to eat solid food yet, and the milk from the cows gave her a belly ache, making her cry all night long.

“You know...I could help her.”, Lady Dimitrescu said as they watched the little girl in her crib, sleeping soundly after crying her tummy ache away.

“How?”, Ethan asked with a frown, looking over to the tall vampire next to him.

Lady Dimitrescu sighed and pointed to her chest, “I can lactate. I could feed her an-”

“And you are just saying this now? We could have fed her like this since we arrived! Alcina, come on!”

“I didn’t know if you were okay with this, Ethan Winters.”

“Oh, don’t ‘Ethan Winters’ me now!”

Lady Dimitrescu and Ethan both chuckled at that, but it was a good decision. Rosy would get her food, and Ethan could catch a glimpse at the amazing chest of his new...roommate. Castlemate?

A few hours later, Rosy was hungry again, squirming in her crib. Alcina picked her up and tugged her dress down, just far enough to expose her breasts and bra. The bra was quickly lifted as well, letting her breasts fall down. A bit saggy from previous nursing times, but oh fuck if they weren’t tasty as fuck. Rosy quickly latched onto her nipple, drinking as if her life depended on it. After she finished drinking and Lady Dimitrescu helped her let out a few burps, the little girl settled into a deep slumber, fueled by her full belly.

“Isn’t she cute?”, Ethan asked into the room as his eyes were on Rosy sleeping soundly.

Lady Dimitrescu, still with her breasts out, nodded as she stood next to Ethan. Ethan wanted to talk to her, turning his head...and was greeted with a load of tits right into his face. His whole face burnt red in a record breaking blush as he stumbled over simple words to form a sentence. Lady Dimitrescu laughed at his shyness, wiggling her upper body a bit. “Oh, come on. Are you such a blushing virgin, Ethan Winters?”

“I never have them shoved into my face!”

“Then you are missing out onto the pleasures of life.”, she laughed as she grabbed onto Ethan, pulling him right between her breasts. And fuck, they were soft and warm and felt...cozy. As if that was the place he was supposed to be.

“Not...not with Rosy in the room.”, Ethan muttered from between her breasts, nearly suffocating with joy. Lady Dimitrescu grinned, pulled him off and put her breasts back into place. “Meet me in my chamber when my daughters are gone, will you?”

At night, the daughters went out for a little hunt. Sometimes, they liked to drink animal blood, but this night they were out for something more human. In the town next over were some promising ‘subjects’ for a fuck and drink, so the three women went out to chase their prey.

But Lady Dimitrescu? She stayed home - her prey tonight was someone completely different. Alcina couldn’t deny her hunger anymore. She wanted this man between her legs ever since he stepped a foot into her castle. Hundreds of years of female lovers had its perks too, but a good dick once in a while...she couldn’t deny its sweet sides.

“Alcina?”, Ethan stepped into Lady Dimitrescu’s studies, closing the door behind him and locking it...even though the daughters could teleport into the room if they desired. Old habits die hard.

“Ethan my dear, come here.”, Lady Dimitrescu smiled at her hopefully new lover, patting on the bed next to herself. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, ready for whatever he had in mind.

Ethan joined her by her side, nervous as if it was his first time ever. Judging by the fact that he produced a mutant baby with Mia, it is proven that this was clearly not his first time. Lady Dimitrescu smiled and grabbed his hand, placing it on her impressive chest. “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“Of course. It is just a bit overwhelming, I have never-” “Never fucked a woman that tall with such an impressive chest?” “Let’s say, women your size are a rare breed!”

Lady Dimitrescu laughed at that, guiding him to pull her dress down, exposing her bra and breasts once more. Everything she wore was kept in white, making her appear even more pale than she actually was. Cream on porcelain. “Don’t be shy.”, she chuckled and pulled her bra down herself. What a sight, Ethan thought to himself, gently trailing his fingers over her soft skin, feeling what would be soon his.

“Oh come on, don’t be shy.”, Lady Dimitrescu said and grabbed his wrists, pulling him closer to bury his hands in her soft flesh, but a bit of tenderness underneath. Ethan pulled a face when he realized how tender they felt, giving Lady Dimitrescu a concerned look. “Oh, don’t worry. That’s what happens when I don’t milk myself for a while. My breasts are so full right now…”

“How can I help you with that?”

“Suck on them, Ethan!”, Lady Dimitrescu groaned out and grabbed hold of Ethan’s hair, pushing him against her breasts. Heaven on earth for this man. Without thinking twice, Ethan parted his lips, sucking on the soft breasts. Sucking, biting, everything he could do to leave some marks. Lady Dimitrescu groaned and leaned into his touch, needing more from the man and his exquisite mouth.

It all seemed so natural, as if they had done it thousands of times before. Moving as one, feeling as one. Ethan moved over, latching onto her nipple with an eagerness he had never felt before. Lady Dimitrescu guided his head, and for a moment she bucked her hips for a little bit, just enough for Ethan to notice.

“Careful, I am going to leak soon…”, she said as she cradled Ethan’s head, urging him on to continue. Soft whines and moans escaped her lips, so perfectly red with her expensive lipstick, ready to be smeared around someone else's lips. And she was right. At first, there were only a few drops coming from her nipple, leaving the faint sweet taste on Ethan’s tongue. But Ethan had a sweet tooth, and once he tasted something sweet, he couldn’t stop.

Sucking as if his life depended on it, Ethan helped with his hands too. Pressing, kneading, sucking. The drops of milk changed to a constant small steam of milky sweetness, covering Ethan’s mouth with every suck. “Ethan, yes, carry on like this. Just like this.”, Lady Dimitrescu moaned out, her eyes closed as she took in every movement from him, needing more and more. She couldn’t deny the pool of wetness forming between her legs, a desire bubbling up. But first, her breasts. Then she could ask him for a quick fuck.

Once her left breast felt empty enough, Lady Dimitrescu pulled Ethan away, smirking down to him. “Aren’t you a good little pet for Mommy?”, she smirked, and Ethan couldn’t do more than nod. She leaned in, placing a soft kiss on his lips, tasting his unique taste and her own milk. “Now carry on. Then you may fuck me if that’s what your heart desires.”

At the mere mention of fucking, Ethan’s cock started to twitch in his pants, a feeling he had missed so much. No time to get off while searching for your own daughter in a village full of werewolves and vampires. But now was finally the time, and Ethan was more than ready to give her the fuck of a lifetime. Lady Dimitrescu’s right breast wasn’t as full as her left one as she had used this side to nurse before. Just fine for her, because she didn’t want to waste more time with nursing. She needed her sweet release while her underwear stained with the signs of her lust.

While Ethan sucked and nibbled on this side, Lady Dimitrescu let her hand wander down on his body, down to his pants. She cupped the bulge in his pants, feeling him up as he moaned against her softness. So much desire…

“Ethan, come on.”, Lady Dimitrescu moaned and made Ethan pull away from her, a trail of milk dribbling down his chin, “Fuck me. Please.”

She didn’t have to tell Ethan twice. He got off her lap, taking off his shirt in a swift motion, revealing his toned upper body. Lady Dimitrescu reached forward, trailing her hands over his chest, leaving goosebumps wherever she touched him due to her cold skin - perks of not being alive. Her hands tugged on the seam of his jeans, telling him to finally get rid of them too.

In no time, Lady Dimitrescu had taken care of her dress, abandoned on the floor as she laid down on the bed, watching as Ethan took off his jeans and boxers, his cock jumping out of its ‘prison’. She licked her lips at the sight, wiggling out of her underwear. “Come on, Ethan!”, she whined.

Ethan moved between her legs and dragged his fingers along her folds, “Damn, you are so wet already…”, he muttered to his delight, proud of how much he had turned her on. Flicking over her clit, he managed to pull the sweetest sounds from her lips, edging both of them on to finally carry on. “Are you ready?”

“Yes. Fuck me Ethan, fill me up.”, Lady Dimitrescu moaned and this was all Ethan needed. He spread her legs just a bit more, an iron grip on her thick thighs as he pushed himself inside of her. She was wet and tight, his favourite mixture. “Fuck…”, both of them sweared at the same time when Ethan started to move, filling her up.

One of Ethan’s hands stayed on her thigh, but he used the other one to rub over her clit. Even sweeter were her sounds, needing to reach her orgasm as fast as she could. Her desire for Ethan was burning with a thousand fires inside of her, warming her up like no one has done before. Little streams of milk ran from her nipples and Alinca never looked sweeter than in this moment.

“Fuck, fuck, you are so wet...I am going to fill you up Alcina, do you want this?”

“Please, fill me up Etha! Fill me up!”

Ethan gasped and his cock twitched inside of her. He felt his own orgasm approaching, needing to fill her up. Every second felt too long, his hands working faster on her clit while he hammered inside of her. Lady Dimitrescu arched her back with a loud moan and came around Ethan, squeezing every last drop out of him. Ethan followed suit, burying himself deep inside of his lover before he filled her up. Every drop stayed inside of her, making sure she could feel his lust and need for her.

“Ethan…” “Alcina…”, the two grinned at each other as their orgasms faded, Ethan’s cock slipping out of her. Alcina reached down, scooping a bit of their juices onto her finger and sucking it clean. “You have a taste I could get used to.”

“Give me a few minutes and I am good to go again, okay?”

“Seems like a good thing, Ethan Winters.”

#ethan winters #lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu x ethan winters #ethan winters x lady dimitrescu #resident evil 8 #resident evil village #resident evil #wraith17

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prettynxsty · 3 years

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Again

Sub!Kevin x Domme!Reader

Contains: futa/girlcock, mentions/use of alcohol, pwp, squirting, Kevin has a pussy, fingering.

Summary: You and Kevin have a slightly established relation to the effect of being friends. Both of you are drunk and have filthy sex. There’s hardly any plot this time, sorry lmfao.

AN: :))))) here is some sub!Kevin, bc there’s not enough. And one good niche fanfic for the children, be fed.

You have a plastic cup in your hand, swirling with something mixed with soda. Kevin, he's swaying in a small crowd of his friends, wearing the smallest fucking shorts and a cropped hoodie with a shirt underneath. So naturally, you slide your way through and down the last few sips of your drink before tossing the cup onto a nearby table. You slip your hands around his waist and press against him in a slight hug, following his rhythm. He glances back and quirks a small smile.

You didn't realize that he could completely feel your dick against him until he rolls his hips and presses back against you. Your hands slip over his lower belly and glide firmly down his thighs before dancing back up to grip his hips. You danced with him until the song tapered down. As you began to pull away, he turned to face you and wrapped his arms around your neck.

You didn't completely want to leave either, so you settled your hands back on his hips and nudged your knee between his thighs. He does the same and grinds forward over your thigh. A chill climbs your spine as his thigh scrubs over your bulge. You kept on back and forth like that through the next song.

You look up at him, seeing no reason to hold yourself back and lean into his mouth. You can taste the artificial sweeteners of a hard lemonade when you kiss him. He opened his mouth for more, but you suckled his bottom lip between your own and bit it before pulling away. Leaning toward his ear, you whispered for him to find you later and you’d bring him back to your place.

You sauntered away to your friends, hanging and dancing with them for a while before plopping yourself onto a vacant couch. You were getting a little sweaty anyway. After a while, you were getting ready to push yourself off of the linen cushion and try to find him, but he seemed to know where you’d be already. He had a stupid little bounce in his step, a little wobbly from toeing the line of blackout drunk. His phone was clutched in his fist as he straddled your lap and sat straight down.

"Missed you.."

He slurred off the rest of his sentence, cupping your cheeks and giving you a wet kiss. The vodka punch tasted a lot better on his tongue than the lemonade from earlier. He makes a breathy noise when your teeth scrape his fat little tongue.

You were still at a party, and you were both clearly ready to get out of there. But there was nothing wrong with sampling the food. Your lips part with a wet smack and you kissed along the corner of his mouth, stopping to suck a hickey on the underside of his jaw. Things were getting a bit more dangerous. You slid my hand up his stomach and locked it firmly around the base of his throat.

He was so stupid when he was drunk. He was probably trying to text Jacob and let them know that you were leaving together. But it shouldn't have been a surprise that he'd slipped to his camera and pressed record. His mouth fell open as you squeezed the sides of his throat, pressing wet kisses along the column.

"Mnh, kiss me again," he whispered.

His eyes fluttered shut as you moved your head from his throat and back up to his mouth. He loses himself in the way you thrust your tongue in between his lips, his thumb brushing over the button to stop the recording as he falls into you.

The noise of the party re-enters your ears and reminds you that you wanted to take him back to your apartment. He makes a whiny noise when you stop kissing him, bottom lip swollen, puffing out in a pout.

"Come on, let's go back to mine."

Back in your apartment, his steps are a little shier, as if he hadn't visited plenty of times before. His fingers curl a little tighter against yours as you nudge the door shut with your foot before toeing off your shoes. In the sanctuary of your room, you blinked blearily.

"Get naked for me, baby."

You unlocked your phone with your thumbprint, connecting to the speaker beside your bed. In no way were you all the way gone, but reading wasn't as easy as it was when you were sober. You flicked upward until you settled on a playlist and set your phone on the side table.

You stopped in the middle of yanking down your underwear, seeing just how wet he'd gotten. It was just enough to make the smallest damp spot through the tiny slivers of blue silk hugging his cunt.

You let your garments pool at your ankles, kicking them against the pile of clothes you created. You shuffle over and plop down on the side of your bed, thighs spread. Kevin seemed to have some intentions in mind, slipping off of the mattress and onto his knees between your thighs. He didn't have to ask you to touch it, because he knew you’d love how he worked it.

"So fucking big.." He marveled.

Wrapping his cool fingers around the base. His tongue lolls over his bottom lip as he gently slaps the head against the center of his tongue. He stopped to swallow, parting his lips and cramming part of your dick into his mouth.

His mouth goes from wet to sticky and slippery as he bobs his head up and down. He jacks off what he can't reach, lips kissing the top of his knuckles as he swallows down. You hissed, resting a hand on the back of his head, twirling your fingers through his little black locks.

Kevin makes a small noise in the back of his throat, he swallowed just a little too much and lurched forward. He didn't seem very phased by it, because he just kept going. As much as you enjoyed watching the game, you really liked to play. You pressed down on the back of his head just a bit and he seemed to understand, shifting his hands to rest on your bare thighs. Steadily you pushed him down, you could feel his drool leaking down your shaft.

Your toes curled and your chest rumbled with a groan. Your knuckles tighten in his hair, yanking him back with a smirk. He panted noisily through his nose, tongue darting out and sweeping across his lips.

"You're such a fucking pretty boy." Your hand drifts from his head, cupping his chin and thumbing apart his lips.

"Open." You command.

You spit in his mouth, chest bouncing with a laugh.

"Get up on the bed, lemme see your pussy."

His eyes widened, swallowing as he shakily rose from his haunches to climb up on the bed. You reach out a hand and grab his, steadying him as he climbs up.

He rolls onto his back, propped up against your pillows with his thighs spread. Had he gotten this wet from you using him?

“I want you to cum over and over again.”

Kevin was already in such a daze, sleeping with the person he’s been in love with for so long. God, he was already so drunk. No one had ever made him feel this hot. All of the boyfriends, girlfriends, and hookups just used him and kicked him out.

It’d make sense that you’d be better than all of them combined..

You crawled between his thighs, resting your hands on the softer flesh as you leaned up to kiss him before descending.

Meal time.

You spat at his mound, watching a shiver travel its way up his body as your saliva drips down his puffy labia. You hummed, leaning in and scrub your tongue against the swollen pink lip. You sucked it between your lips, gently tonguing it.

You slip your fingers into your mouth, lathering them. He whines pitifully as you drag your fingers over his slit, nudging apart his inner pink to slip your fingers in. His voice shakes as you work your index and middle into him. You flick your tongue around the hood of his clit, resting the heel of your palm against his skin.

You dug in deeply, curling your fingers upward. His voice rises in pitch, hips squirming.

You pull your fingers out to the second knuckle before pushing them back in with a wet sound, digging in and out before suddenly increasing in speed.

His drawn out moans break into short cries through his noisy panting. His pale muff rosied as your palm slapped against it.

He could never get quite used to the rhythm because you changed it so often. He clenches his teeth, tensing his core as he thrashed his head against your pillows.

“Fuck- oh fuck! F- uckfuckfuck!” He squealed, his inner thighs trembled against your wrist. You shift your free hand, gripping the upper portion of his left thigh and pin it down.

“Oh my god, unh!” The Weeknd’s crooning voice leaks under the door, the melody rattled the walls enough to keep your neighbors blissfully unaware.

I put you on top.

“I’m gonna fuckin’-!” He threw his head back, back arching in the prettiest curve. You couldn’t have mistaken the wet noise and warmth coating your fingers. You carry him through it, jerking your fingers in and out even though your wrist began to ache.

So call out my name.

Droplets splatter as you plunged in and out of him, slowing your pace as he tried to squirm away. You slid your fingers up the length of his folds, smearing his cum over the crook of his inner thigh. Just about a teaspoon of his milk, spurting over his hole and running down the backs of his thighs down to his ass.

“I’m not done, I wanna make you cum again.”

He looks up at you rising onto your knees with amazement in his eyes, glittering with the kiss of almost-tears.

You prop the crooks of his knees over your hips, scooting forward as you pumped your cock in

your hand.

I want you to stay.

You tilt your head down, carefully spitting onto your shaft and massage in a few globules. For his sake, you reconsidered for a second, releasing your cock and letting it plop onto his cunt. Reaching forward, you stabilized yourself with a single hand on the headboard as you leaned forward to dig in your side table.

You pop the cap with your thumb, leaning back and squirt a generous amount over your dick and a small puddle on top of Kevin’s cunt. Clicking it closed, you tossed the tube back into the drawer and nudged it shut.

Resting back on your calves, you spread the lube over your shaft down to your very base. With care, you swept your fingers through the small pool dribbling over his blood swollen lips and spread it around.

When I- Kiss you- So gently-.

He watches you with a reverence, nudging apart his lips with your cock before slipping it past the mess he’d already made.

He breathes in deeply, your dick was quite a bit thicker than your fingers. You leaned down, propping yourself up on your elbows and pressed a kiss to his mouth. You swallowed his heavy breaths, just pressing your lips to his over and over again.

He could feel the tingling in his hamstrings from being folded forward like this. You rebound slowly after bottoming out, pressing in even deeper than you’d reached before.

You jumped quickly from moving slowly to reaching a moderate pace once he seemed a bit more accommodated. It didn’t hurt him, but the stretch felt so overwhelming.

“More,” he moans foolishly, kissing your upper lip.

You’d give him exactly what he needed, because you needed the same. You reared your hips back, pounding into him. Your thighs clapped against the back of his, and he was too far gone to return your kisses.

You felt his thighs shaking, his socked feet flopped uselessly in the air as you used him. He could only gasp noisily, his exhales are slutty keens.

“Oh fuck, you like it when I use you like this?” You panted, pressing wet kisses below his ear.

“U-h uh!” He babbled, throwing his arms around your neck and pulling you closer to him.

“Unh! F- uck! Again! Again, again, again!” He squeals, biting down on his bottom lip before falling into a noiseless moan.

You growled, clenching your teeth as he spasms and clenches around you. He was even more fucking wet and slippery, you were so fucking close.

You couldn’t control the animal inside of you, wrapping your arms around him before hammering in. Kevin’s cries were almost loud enough to rival the music as you abused his cunt, fucking his cum back into him.

You couldn’t take it anymore, it was a voice, just barely a whisper in the back of your mind to remind you that you couldn’t breed him yet. You growled something inhuman, ugly, freeing your dick from his cunt and hump against it like a dog.

Your voice loses its bass, shaking as viscous droplets and ropes splatter over his stomach, jumping with each deep breath.

You peel apart your eyes, he just simply watched you. Worshipful. He moves his hand to the back of your head, pulling you in to peck your mouth as you slumped against him.

#sub tbz #sub!tbz #sub theboyz #sub kpop #sub idol #domme reader #dom reader #dom!reader #domme!reader #sub kevin #sub!kevin #sub kevin moon #top reader #top!reader

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stay-tinystars · 3 years

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Office Wars: Love and War

Ship: San x fem reader

Warnings: Angsty, Y/N is a jerk most of the time. Female reader

Enemies to Lovers.

words: 3,289

A/N: I found a post last week which assigned you an AU for your birthday. So I wrote this Slice of Life Enemies to Lovers because of it. Though to be fair, it’s kind of a one sided enemy situation. It ended more abruptly than I expected, but I hope you guys like it.

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The tension was obvious. As he sat across from you.

"You two will just have to deal with each other til we move to the new place next month" your boss, Mr. Kim said. You supposed it made sense, since you had the only solo office in your building, and being as San held the same position as you.

But it isn't your fault the two branches of your work are merging to a central location triple the size of your current office space. Nor is it your fault that the other locations lease ended 4 weeks early, due to some weird clause within the contract.

You sighed as you left your bosses office.

"Look, I know you’re not happy about this, and neither am I, but we've got to make this work" San said as he followed you. You stopped abruptly, and turned on your heel. His shocked face ended up being closer to you than expected.

"Look, I will be as nice as I can," You glared. "But that’s only because Mr. Kim is the best boss I've had."

You started storming back to your office, leaving San staring as you walked away. The bane of your existence was now sharing an office with you. If he only wasn't so 'perfect', you'd think you could manage.

He started at the company almost a year after you did, and started moving up the corporate ladder quicker than you had. He had skills, that you could admit. You only wished he hadn't gone and applied for the same position you wanted a month after he started. You both got considered, and ended up being the top two for the position. You had been working so hard that when San got the position over you, that is when the hatred really started. Once the company got larger, they decided to open a new location, you hoped that meant your dream position, and maybe a change of scenery. Well, you got the position, but San due to his sweet talking got the new location. Worse of it all, being as the boss considered San to be an attractive man, as did everyone else in the company, he became the face of the company on the advertisements. So, no matter where you turned in the city, there he was. San seemed to get it all, and everyone seemed to fawn over him, except you. To you he lived up to his name "mountain", because all he ever seemed to do was be something you could never beat, and he was always in the way of your goals.

They had moved your desk and items all to the right side of the room, and had placed an unfamiliar ornate desk flush with the front of your desk. So now you not only had to share the office, but now you had to look at him the whole time. Everything seemed so cramped, instead of spread out like you enjoyed. You sat down on your chair grumpily, as you decided to start to work.

"Wow, this actually looks nice" San said, entering the room, and smiling at you.

"It will do" you grumbled.

San sauntered over to his desk, and sat down. Everything he did just seemed to grind on the last nerve you had. So, you decided that you would just do your best to keep to yourself, and stay focused on your work.

"So, where do you usually go for lunch around here?" He questioned, as he gazed at you over his computer monitor. You took a deep breath trying to hide your annoyance at being disrupted.

"Well lunch is usually at 12:30, and I usually bring my own, or go to the small Cafe next door" you responded dryly.

"How about I treat my new office mate to lunch then." He said cheerily, showing his million-dollar smile, complete with dimples. You considered lying and saying your brought lunch today, then your tummy grumbled. You glanced at the clock 12:15.

"Sure, I guess." You muttered, as you continued typing. It seemed too quick when lunch came, but the thought of free food was your only motivation as you and San walked together to the small Cafe next door.

"I never came here when we worked together before" San said as the waitress showed you to your normal booth.

"That’s because everyone else tends to want to go somewhere fancier. I’ve always just liked the small soups and sandwiches here." You said looking over the menu, even though you got practically the same thing every time you came here.

"Oh gosh, Y/N! You brought a date! That's so exciting! You never bring anyone around here!" The overly excited waitress Jin said. You were about to correct her, when San reached over and placed his hand on yours.

"Yes, she told me how amazing this place is, and I just had to try it" San said, oblivious to the daggers you were glaring at him.

The waitress just looked at San, with the same admiration as everyone else did.

"Well, she usually gets the Gilgeori toast, and a water." The waitress said, never taking her eyes away from him.

"I will take that as well" San said happily, and the waitress nodded and skipped away. You ripped your hands away from him.

"What the hell was that?" You fumed wiping your hands on your pants.

"Just trying to get to know my new office mate." he smiled.

"That doesn't include touching me! Nor does it include making the staff here think I'm on a date!" Your words dripping with venom.

"Well they seemed so excited that you were on a date I didn't want to let them down." He smiled, "but I’ll refrain from touching you again." rolling his eyes.

"Here are the waters, and the food will be out shortly" Jin smiled, as she placed the drinks on the table.

"Thanks Jin" you smiled at her. She nodded, then looked at San raising her eyebrows, then winking.

You folded your arms and sat back in the booth, as San laughed.

"You definitely don't ever bring anyone, here do you?" He asked.

"Why would I? It’s my lunch break."

"By the way they are all acting, you must never date." he chuckled as he watched the small staff gossiping behind the counter as they all kept looking towards the two of you.

"My love life is none of your business" you glared, fists tightening in my crossed arms. He leaned back putting his arm over the back of the bench. A smirk dancing across his face as he stared at you.

"Why do you act as if you hate me?" He questioned.

"Because I do"

"Why"

"Because, you.... ugh” you almost yelled.

"In my 23 years on this fine earth, I have never heard a worse answer. I expect more." His smirk growing, as well as your anger.

"So not only are you so perfect, besting me at my own job, you're also younger than me!" You snapped.

"So you hate me, because I'm perfect, Noona, tell me more" he said emphasizing the fact that you are older than him. He usually was so nice, but oh boy was he enjoying pushing all your buttons.

You went to stand up, when Jin brought your food over. Along with a piece of chocolate cake.

"The cake is on the house, for your date!" she squealed, oblivious to the body language and tension in the air. You just stared at her.

"Thank you, Jin! That’s a lovely gesture" San said, his voice sounding like honey, overly sweet. It made you sick.

You looked towards San as he smiled and picked up his toast, biting one corner. You looked down at your food, the warmth and smell helping you calm down.

A smile reached your lips as you savored the warm sandwich. This meal was always one that comforted you. Despite the stress of your job, or anything else going on in your life.

"You look very happy, I don't know if I've ever seen you smile like that" San stated as he continued on his toast.

"Overall, I'm a happy person" you replied, taking another mouthful.

"I've never seen you happy." he thought aloud. You decided against responding as you continued eating. He was really pushing all your buttons, but you couldn't let him win, not over lunch.

You wiped your mouth as you finished your sandwich. A content sigh leaving your lips as you looked towards the slice of cake. San grabbed a fork, and scooped off a piece.

"Here " he said, moving his fork towards you.

"I can feed myself." you stated, grabbing the other fork.

"But we're supposed to be on a date" he raised his eye brows, then gestured towards the counter where three employees stared at the two of you like a k drama. You debated shoving his fork towards his face, but decided against it. Leaning towards him you ate the piece he offered you. The sounds of excitement rang through the small Cafe as the three employees freaked out.

"Now it’s my turn" he smirked. You imagined picking up the plate and shoving it in his face. Instead, you scooped up some cake with your fork. Lifting it towards him, he went to eat it and you purposely moved it to smear it on his face. "You want to play dirty?" He chuckled, and grabbed some cake with his hands then shoved it into your face, with laughter.

"You’re wasting a perfectly good cake!" you hollered as you went to grab some, only to have San move the plate away from you, holding it high above your head.

You took a deep breath, and looked down at yourself. You had chocolate all over. You prayed it was just crumbs. You quickly left the table and went to the bathroom. Your face was covered in cake and frosting. You quickly grabbed some paper towels and got them wet and started cleaning your face off. Once that looked acceptable, you did your best to brush off the cake from your blouse. Luckily there was only a small spot of frosting, unfortunately it was dead center on your chest. You did your best to clean it off, only succeeding in making your shirt damp and the spot slightly larger. Today was the wrong day to wear lavender.

"You and your boyfriend are too cute!" Jin said as you exited the bathroom.

"He's not my boyfriend, he's barely a friend" you mumbled, knowing she wouldn't even care what you said.

"He already paid, and is waiting outside" she giggled.

"Thanks, and sorry for the mess." you waved, as you exited the door. A quick glance told you San had already headed back to work. You sighed grateful for the short but peaceful walk alone.

~~~

The rest of the week San continued to smile at you, he tried going to lunch with you again, but you brought your lunch from home the rest of the week. He knew how to push your buttons, but most days he held back, being just overly sweet to you, which almost made it all worse.

You began counting down the days til the office move, because every day meant one less day sharing an office.

"Noona, want to join me for lunch today?" San asked the following Monday.

"I swear San, stop calling me noona!" You threw a pen at him. He dodged laughing.

"But you're older than me noona." A smirk gracing his lips.

"I have told you to just call me Y/N" you said, as you continued on your work.

"Ok Y/N, would you join me for lunch today"? he asked again.

"I brought my lunch today San"

"So did I" his dimples seeming to swallow his face.

"So how would I join you?" You asked, looking over the document you had just finished.

"Well I was thinking we could go sit at the park just down the street. We can have a picnic” he stated, lifting up a blanket he pulled from under his desk.

San was starting to wear you down, and you hated admitting it. He was so nice most of the time, despite every harsh and mean thing you said, he would always have a smile.

"It does seem like a nice day, so I suppose I'll join you" you said looking outside.

Once outside, you felt the warm sun, and smiled. It was a perfect day to sit outside and soak up the sunny rays. Most work days you sat in the small break room, and ate while reading. This was a nice change of scenery.

San set out the blanket, and you sat atop it. Legs straight in front of you, crossing your ankles and leaning back onto your hands, closing your eyes, you basked in the sun.

"Wow" San said.

"What" you said opening your eyes and looking around.

"You" he said, you just rolled your eyes.

"Me?" You sighed, as you grabbed your lunch bag.

"Yes, you! Have you seen yourself?" He asked.

"Yes I've seen me." You scoffed, pulling out your food.

"You are gorgeous, especially when you let go. When you are just enjoying the moment, it’s just wow" he smiled.

"You are officially crazy" you said, shaking your head.

"I'm not crazy. Well, maybe I'm crazy about you."

"San, you know I hate you, right?" You said narrowing your eyes, and taking a bite of food.

"If you hate me so much, why are you having lunch with me?"

"Because I'm trying to be somewhat nice to make this forced office situation work, plus it’s a nice day"

"I think you're starting to like me" he said raising his eye brows.

"You’re so full of yourself." you said.

"No, I'm just seeing your wall crumble more and more every day" he said triumphantly.

"Doubtful"

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Tuesday was going quite well, San was being nice, you were being pleasant, when there was a knock at the open office door.

"Come in" you said as you looked up. You saw a beautiful bouquet of wild Sunflowers, your favorite flower. You stood up, smiling.

"Delivery, for San" the man said. As he placed the flowers on San's desk. Your smile faded.

Of course, Mr. Perfect got flowers.

"Wow," he muttered, as he picked up the card. "Congratulations on your new advertisement! I see it every day on my way to work. Love, H" he read aloud.

"So you have an admirer, who gives you flowers" you grumbled.

"No admirer." he said, smelling the flowers.

"Then who are they from?" You asked.

"Are you jealous?" He questioned.

"Of you, no. The flowers, maybe" you responded.

"They're just sunflowers."

"They are the best flowers."

"You can have them if you want" he offered, sliding them towards you.

"No, they are yours, and your admirer would be heartbroken if they didn't see you carry them out of work"

"I told you, I don't have an admirer. And she lives on the other side of the city, she won't care if I don't take them home."

"So the admirer is a girl" you teased.

"No. The girl is my sister. I don't see her often." He sighed.

"Oh" you said looking down at your desk.

"Here have the flowers, I'm more of a roses guy" he said, walking around the desks and handing the flowers to you.

"You really don't have to"

"The way your face lit up when you saw them, you need them more than I do". He said returning to his work.

~~~

By the following week, you had grown comfortable with San. You still despised him, for being the golden child of the company it seemed. Yet he was kind, and you both saw the wall you had built crumble further every day.

"Morning, Noona" San smiled, as you entered the office Friday morning.

"I really wish you'd stop with the noona stuff" you said as you sat at your desk.

"But you are my noona, and doesn't every girl want that noona K drama to come to life?" He laughed.

"Not every girl, some girls just want to be treated well, and not be called noona" you shook your head as you began working.

"So, Y/N." San said, as the work day started winding down.

"Hmm" you acknowledged, as you continued typing.

"I want to.... Can we.... I mean" he stumbled over his words, you looked at him puzzled. He looked flustered; you'd never seen him like this.

"What is it San?" You asked, trying to make eye contact with him.

"Well.... I have these dinner reservations tonight" he started

"Ok?"

"They are at Han Pine" he stared down at his hands.

"Isn't that the new five-star place? How did you get reservations there?" You asked.

"It is the new place, I kind of know the head chef. I made the reservations for two" he looked at you.

"Cool, who are you taking?"

"I was hoping you" he asked. You just sat there for a second.

"Are you asking me out, San?"

"Yes" he said timidly. You sat back. You had never seen him like this, it took you by surprise. The date also took you by surprise.

"I, uh... sure. I'd love to go" you stammered; his face lit up.

"Wonderful!" He smiled, and took a deep breath. "So uh, I'll pick you up at 7, the reservations are at 7:30"

Panic set in at 6:30. What where you supposed to wear? It’s super fancy. Was this a date, or more of a casual thing? What if San just needed a date because of the reservations?

"Y/N, calm down" Yeona your best friend, and roommate said, as you rifled through your closet.

"I can't calm down, he was my enemy. Now I'm going on a date with him! What if this is all a prank?"

"It’s not a prank. I really think he likes you" she reassured.

"But how could he, I've always been a jerk to him. Plus, I'm nowhere near a model like he is. I'm average."

"You're not average! You are gorgeous." She said as she started grabbing your dresses, she tossed them on your bed next to you, "Now put on a dress, and don't smudge your makeup."

You knew better than to argue with her tone. You grabbed your simple plum purple knee length dress, and put it on with some cute black wedge boots.

"Do I look alright?" You asked Yeona.

“You look great!” She nodded while smiling.

"Wow" was all San said, when you opened the door. He was in a nice black suit, a white shirt, and a gray tie. He pushed his hair back nervously.

"You look nice" you said as you stepped out of your apartment.

"You look, just wow" he smiled.

“Thank you” you said looking at the floor.

“Shall we go?” He offered his arm, and you wound your arm in his and started walking.

The new restaurant was beautiful, and the head chef had prepared a special menu, which ended up being delicious.

"This has been incredible, San" you said as you placed your spoon back into the small empty dessert cup.

"It has been" he smiled, as his hand reached towards yours. He stopped, looking at you, as he set his hand on the table.

"What is it?" You asked, moving closer to him.

"Last time I touched your hand you kind of freaked out" he smiled at the memory.

"Well, things have changed." you smiled placing your hands over his.

"Do you still hate me?" He asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Just a little." you teasingly winked.

#ateez #Ateez San #ateez fanfic #Ateez Fluff #atiny #san x reader #ateez angst #san fluff #san angst #ateez imagines #choi san #san fanfic #san oneshot #san enemies to lovers #enemies to lovers #slice of life

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killjoysfromyesterday · 3 years

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all her skies are yellow

new drabble! wrote this during english today. not proofread whatsoever but it’s 10pm pls cut me some slack lmao

summary: set a few months after sing, jet survived.

content warning: slight su*cidal ideation, bl**d, raygun usage

word count: 2,176

"you let us die. why were you the only one to get out? you're a monster, jet." jet can imagine the way kobra's lips turn up into a snarl with his words, the same way he'd talk to dracs during claps, and jet recoils.

jet can't even get in a word to kobra because poison's stepping up, footsteps always so hard, and once again he can see it in his head: poison's eyes always lighted with fury that almost matches the cherry red of their hair.

"you think you're brave? that you're a killjoy like we were? you can't even see anymore." their voice is cruel and jet's heart is going rabbit-fast in his chest, he's pretty sure he's gonna pass out.

"it's all dark, isn't it? that's what you deserve." ghoul pipes up. jet can't help but agree.

and then there's soft footsteps around him, and he braces because he expects to be kicked, but then somebody's got a hand hooked under his jaw to force him to look up. of course, he can't see who it is, but their presence feels familiar. too familiar.

"you're nothing." the voice says, words light as feathers but hitting jet like a ton of bricks.

ma.

the hand on his face is snatched away, and he barely manages to catch himself with his hands and avoid faceplanting onto the ground below him.

there's a cold barrel of a ray gun pressed between his eyes. he knows it's her, because he can hear the far-off cackles of ghoul and the venom siblings.

his ma is going to kill him. he disappoints her that much. he wants to talk, wants to beg for his life, but he can't. the words are stuck in his throat. why would he beg? it's not like he's got any purpose here any more. the girl's got pony, doc, and cherri; she's in good hands. he only weighs them down, hiding away in the shadows and never leaving his room. he's another mouth to feed, and he can't even fucking see now.

"you should've been a better son." she says, voice just like he remembers it as a kid when she sang him to sleep, except now it's nothing but knives that cut straight through and lodge so deep he thinks her words are just enough to kill him. he wants her to just shoot, he doesn't want to think about it anymore. he hopes the witch has room for him.

except she doesn't shoot, just rears back the barrel of the gun and hits him between the eyes so hard that the blackness of his vision fuzzes and spins before he jolts awake with a start, still in his bed at the station.

he's gasping for air, hands flying up to his throat because it feels like his lungs are simultaneously working double time and not working at all, he's getting lightheaded and there's alarms going off in his head.

it's all so loud, he needs it all to stop. he can't think, it's so, so loud, he can hear his blood rushing in his ears. his ma's voice is playing over and over in his head, he can't, he just needs it all to shut up, he-

"you're nothing." her voice repeats like she's standing right there next to him, and he falls off the mattress trying to flinch away from her. he's scooting back, the noises of things falling and breaking with his scared movements are so loud. something falls and he whimpers, clamping his hands over his ears.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i don't know, i'm s-" he's choking, coughing and sputtering and he thinks he's dying. maybe this is how he's supposed to go, the witch just kept him alive for longer than the others as a cruel mockery. she's gonna come and take him away any minute.

poison's talking again, and it's drowned out by ghoul's cackling and kobra's snarling. he's got his legs curled to his chest, and he buries his head between his knees.

he wraps his arms around his torso protectively, trembling so hard he can barely keep himself backed into the corner. his shirt feels wet, and he knows he's most likely torn a few of the stitches on his chest. the stitches over the raygun blast that nearly killed him that night. he wishes it had.

he can still feel the hood of the car, he's staring up at the city sky, thinking the witch was gonna take him. no, instead she had just frowned at him in his dreams and swiped her hand over his face, and the sight in his working eye was no more.

now he's sniffling, arms wrapped around himself so tight he can feel his ribs. he needs to eat. that's what doc tells him. maybe doc would agree with his mom, he's a failure. who would willingly parent such a wreck?

he's twenty-three, he's lived in the desert his whole life. he should be able to process death by now. but instead, he's hiding and shaking like a stray dog. witch, the blood is seeping through his shirt now and onto his hands.

the words of his ma and the others hit a crescendo and he digs his nails into his face, hands clapped over his eyes. he wants to hide. he knows he's probably getting blood all over himself, but better that it's his own than someone else's. he's had too much blood of others on his hands, both figuratively and literally.

he can hear other voices, there's footsteps out in the hall and he knows they're looking for him. shit, he woke them up. he just hopes the girl hasn't woken up.

the door creaks open and he cringes, and little footsteps patter across the floor. well, that question is answered. he grimaces.

"found him!" the girl shouts back in the direction of the hallway.

"you should go back and rest." cherri's voice is hoarse with sleep. it makes jet feel a million times worse.

"but-" she asks, voice trailing off.

"girly. go on." doc says. he sounds the same, he's likely been up for hours. he almost never sleeps anymore. the girl huffs but her footsteps disappear down the hallway and jet assumes she's gone back to her room.

"you opened your stitches." cherri says. he's closer now, his voice is soft. jet doesn't answer, and when cherri goes to touch his arm, jet's hands tear away from his face and he curls himself closer into the corner.

"oh, jet..." pony's voice is behind cherri now, soft and sympathetic. jet wraps his arms back around his torso, fingers digging so hard into his sides he knows he's gonna have bruises. it's the only thing grounding him right now.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry-" he's rambling again.

"sorry for what, tumbleweed?" doc asks. doc hasn't called him that since he was a kid. it just makes jet feel even worse.

jet doesn't know how to answer him, doesn't know how to tell him he's sorry because he lived and they didn't. so instead he just shakes his head and digs his nails even further into his ribs.

he doesn't know how to tell doc that he feels so alone, that his bedroom feels like a prison and he thinks he'd be better off with his mask in the mailbox.

doc always tells him the girl needs him now more than ever, but jet has a hard time believing him. jet can't even see her anymore, her smile has been replaced by the permanent black fuzziness that is his vision now.

poison and kobra are yelling in his ears again, and ghoul sneers so sharply it makes his head hurt. he just wants it to stop. his ma was right. he's nothing.

why did he have to be the one to get out that night? and not the others? poison is- no, was (it hurts to correct himself) poison was a natural born leader, kobra was a genius, and ghoul had so much spirit.

who was he? just the damaged, desertborn kid they hauled around with them? the fact that he made it out was a sick joke.

witch, it's all too much. he's gonna be sick.

"c'mon, let's get you cleaned up." cherri says. jet doesn't want to get up, he just wants to be left alone, but he still stands up on shaky legs and follows cherri to the bathroom.

jet slides onto the edge of the tub, hands gripping onto the sides harder than necessary. cherri's turned the sink on, jet can hear the water running.

"look up." cherri says, and jet tilts his head up so cherri can swipe a washcloth across the scarred mess that is his eyes to wash away the blood that smeared from his chest to his hands and ultimately onto his face when he was panicking. it reminds him entirely too much of the encounter with his ma in his nightmare, and he resists the overwhelming urge to pull away.

"jet, i'm sure you can understand why we're worried." cherri says. his way of enunuciating every syllable is odd to jet, city kids in general are weird, but kobra and poison never had the poshness in their voice like cherri does. it doesn't match cherri, jet thinks.

"these nightmares are getting worse. you're not eating too well, either. you of all people should know how important food is." cherri says.

jet knows that cherri didn't mean it that way, but his words felt like a jab at the fact jet was homeless as a kid. jet just clenches his jaw as he hears cherri put the washcloth away. cherri turns back to him, sitting on the edge of the tub next to him.

"what's really going on?" cherri asks. and then the words are tumbling out of jet's mouth before he can stop them and shove them back in, permanently bottled up in the pit of his stomach.

"i'm a monster. it's my fault, isn't it?" jet asks quietly. the question's been weighing in his head for so long that it feels strange to speak it out loud.

"what?" cherri asks.

"it's my fault they're gone."

"jet." cherri's voice sounds firmer than before.

"no, it's true. please don't try to-"

"jet, you're not a monster. you're like a little brother to me. the others were too. and doc? doc can't handle losing you too. he's already gone a little funny in the head, he's asking where kobra and ghoul are constantly. the girl, she's..."

"she's fine without me." jet interrupts, voice small.

"you have no clue." cherri sighs.

"what?"

"she's not okay without you. she's so scared, jet. pony dropped a pan yesterday and she ran like a bat out of hell. she thought it was a raygun blast." cherri says.

"she misses you so much. you know, she still sets aside the blue crayons for you when she colors. all her skies are yellow now.” cherri chuckles sadly. jet can imagine it in his head, and it makes him too damn sad to think about it for long. the girl setting aside his favorite color for him, and he's barely left his room since they both came back.

"i'd just scare her now." jet mutters. the texture of his face is enough to tell him he doesn't look the same. the gnarled scars covering his face are mostly healed now. sure, he's been missing his right eye since before the girl was born, but it wasn't as bad. she grew up knowing the singular, thin scar across the bridge of jet's nose. what she doesn't know nearly as well is the raygun blast scars from that night, the ones that hit him before the final shot to his chest that sent him back against the hood of the trans am.

"i know you think you're doing the best thing for her by staying away, but she needs you, jet. now more than ever."

"you're slipping, jet. we don't want to lose you too. the girl can't handle losing you." cherri says, and his voice sounds suspiciously tearful.

"you won't."

"then promise me. promise me things will change and we won't have to have this same conversation in a month." cherri's practically begging now. jet doesn't answer.

he can't.

they've had this exchange before, and nothing changed. he can't promise to cherri that things will change this time either, because witch, it's so easy to just hide away. it's so easy to curl up in his bed and think about what could've been. it's so easy to sit there until the grief washes over him like a wave and he's practically drowning himself to feel past the ebbing and flowing numbness that settles in his bones now.

"if you're not gonna do it for me, do it for her. please, jet." cherri pleads, but jet barely hears him because he's thinking about the girl drawing pictures with yellow skies.

"i promise.”

#ray toro #fun ghoul #danger days #cherri cola #destroya #dr. death defying #jet star #kobra kid #party poison #phoenix witch #frank iero #mikey way #gerard way #ttlotfk #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #my chemical romance #mcr #long post

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facialteeth · 3 years

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A Twist of Fate | Ao3.

When Alec presented as an omega instead of the alpha he knew he was supposed to be, he knew his life was over. Magnus was an omega and two omegas could never be together.

This is my ‘omega/omega’ square for @shadowhunterbingo and this is my last square to fill!

Alec was supposed to be an alpha. He’d known that from the day he was born. His parents wanted him to be a big strong alpha. Everyone expected Alec to be and more importantly, Magnus expected Alec to be.

Magnus and Alec had met in elementary school. Alec had courted Magnus with rocks and flowers he’d found on the playground until Magnus had agreed to be his and only his. They’d been children then and they’d barely known what they were agreeing to but from that day forward, Magnus was his and no one else's.

They used to hold hands and run around together, telling everyone they were mates. They weren’t of course. They’d been far too young for that but that hadn’t stopped them from telling people that.

Magnus had presented as an omega nearly a year before and Alec couldn’t have been more excited for the day he presented as an alpha. He was going to claim Magnus the day it happened. They’d been talking about it for so long. Then, Alec could say Magnus was his mate and know it deep down to be true. Their scents would change after Alec claimed him and they’d be more connected than Alec could even imagine.

Alec had looked forward to it since he was a child running around looking to find Magnus the best rocks. Which is why Alec was blindsided and devastated the day he presented and he was… not an alpha. He wasn’t even a beta. Alec, with his big strong arms and his bulky very alpha like body, had presented as an omega and the moment it became clear to Alec what was happening, he knew his life was over forever.

There were rare cases of omegas trying to be together but it never worked out and besides, it just wasn’t proper. Omegas did not date each other. Omegas did not court each other. Omega didn’t get to bond to each other or help each other through their heats. A lot of omegas found the smell of another omega in heat to be torture. How could Alec ever please Magnus and take care of him like he was supposed to if his scent would just put Alec in the exact state Magnus was in? It was never going to work. Even having to deal with all of his family's disappointment paled in comparison to the fact that Magnus was no longer and was never going to be his. He could have dealt with being an omega, if it meant he got Magnus. If Magnus had presented as an alpha, then this would all make sense. This would all be a welcomed blessing and the moment Alec realized what he was presenting as, it would have been a relief.

But Magnus was not an alpha and Alec was not an alpha and Alec knew that meant he and Magnus could never be together like Alec had always dreamed about. So, why Magnus kept trying to call Alec was beyond him but he ignored it. He just didn’t want to face Magnus right now. Alec was sure one of his siblings would tell Magnus what happened eventually and then, he would stop calling.

For now, Alec locked himself in his room and turned his phone off.

Magnus was fucking pissed. First, Alec started presenting and instead of telling Magnus so Magnus could come to his house with his favorite snacks, he’d ignored all of Magnus’ calls and then, he’d turned his phone off. Magnus had to find out from Izzy what was going on and now, it was nearly midnight and Magnus’ romantic gesture was going to be undermined by the fact that it was midnight and Magnus was soaked because almost as soon as he started walking, it started down pouring.

Magnus didn’t care. He was waking Alec up and they were going to share food like they should have done hours ago. Magnus didn’t care if the rain had made its way through the bag and the containers he’d picked up. They were eating it and Alec was going to cuddle Magnus’ waterlogged form and it was going to be romantic and sweet, god damn it.

So, of course when Magnus got to Alec’s house, Alec’s front door was locked. Alec never locked the front door, in case Magnus wanted to stop by. He always left it unlocked. Except now apparently, when Magnus was trying and inevitably failing to be romantic and sweet as hell.

Grumbling, Magnus made his way around Alec’s home, stepping in puddles all the while and cursing as he became not only soaked but dirty and soaked. Then, Magnus reached the tree next to Alec’s window, the one that was perfect for climbing and sneaking into Alec’s room. He used to sneak in a lot when they were younger, back when they hadn’t been allowed to have sleepovers but now, Magnus was allowed to come over whenever he wanted. So, the fact that he was stuck climbing this tree because Alec couldn’t be bothered to answer his phone was infuriating to Magnus.

That was even before he had to place the already wet take out on the ground so he could scale this tree. How would Magnus get the food up? He wasn’t sure honestly but right now, he needed Alec to see him soaked and feel awful. That would make Magnus feel better, so that’s what he was intent on making happen.

Magnus scaled the tree, nearly slipping at least three times before he reached the branch that put him right at Alec’s window. Magnus reached for the frame, trying to force the window up. He came to the realization quickly that Alec had not only locked his front door but his window as well.

Magnus didn’t think his mood could become any worse. Magnus slammed his palm on the window, knocking as loud as he could without breaking it and then knocking again and again. Alec’s room was pretty far away from the rest of his family and regardless, right about now Magnus didn’t care if he woke them all up.

Magnus kept knocking even when Alec’s bedroom light flicked on and Alec’s confused, sleepy face appeared in the window. The moment he seemed to realize he wasn’t sleeping and Magnus was in fact there in his tree soaked, he scrambled to unlock the window and get the glass up.

“Magnus,” Alec sputtered.

Magnus glared as he crawled through the window, landing in a dripping wet clump on Alec’s floor. He didn’t even care that he was getting Alec’s very nice carpet wet. “I’ve been calling you for hours,” Magnus snapped.

Alec’s eyes widened. Magnus didn’t think his eyes could get any wider. “I didn’t think you’d want to-” Alec rushed out, trying to explain under his panicked breath.

Magnus cut him off to keep ranting. “And I have food currently at the bottom of that tree!” Magnus pointed to the tree outside, though he knew Alec would know what tree he was talking about. “I had to walk in the rain to get here! I would have asked you to pick me up but you turned your phone off.”

Alec stayed silent. Magnus would have thought he was frozen, if it weren’t for the soft breath leaving his lips.

Magnus blinked at him and then raised an eyebrow when Alec failed to speak.

“I’m so sorry,” Alec rushed out finally. “I didn’t think you were coming here or I’d have called back. I just - I thought Izzy would have told you-”

“Told me what?” Magnus snapped. “That you’re presenting and ignoring me instead of letting me wow you with my romantic gestures?”

Alec frowned, ignoring Magnus’ point about his romantic efforts entirely. “Did she tell you what I’m presenting as?” Alec asked quietly.

Magnus’ entire face fell. He blinked, watching Alec for a long moment before everything clicked and Magnus finally realized exactly why Alec had been ignoring him. Clearly, it hadn’t been to intentionally leave Magnus in the rain with take out, like he’d been thinking.

“Did you think I’d care you’re an omega?” Magnus asked quietly.

Magnus knew that it was untraditional for an omega and another omega to date but… he’d just assumed that it was a given he and Alec didn’t care. They’d been in love with each other since they were kids. Magnus thought it was obvious that nothing and nothing they presented as would stop that but maybe, Alec didn’t feel that way at all.

“I was supposed to be an alpha,” Alec murmured softly. It was a simple sentence but Magnus could hear the heartbreak in every word.

“Alec,” Magnus murmured. Magnus took a hesitant step forward and when Alec didn’t back away, Magnus moved to wrap his arms around him and pull Alec tight against his chest. Magnus was still soaked but Alec didn’t seem to mind. He curled into Magnus’ skin and clung to him, as if it was not immensely uncomfortable like Magnus knew it was. “You weren’t supposed to present anything. People thought you’d be an alpha but you’re not and that’s fine.”

“I was supposed to claim you,” Alec said, his voice breaking as he tried and failed not to start crying.

“You can still claim me,” Magnus murmured softly.

Alec scoffed but Magnus leaned down towards Alec’s neck before Alec could say anything and then, Magnus’ teeth were biting into Alec’s skin. It wasn’t a soft bite or a nibble. Magnus bit hard, hard enough that he felt Alec’s blood in his mouth and he felt Alec startle and cry out, his hands coming to clutch Magnus’ arms.

Magnus pulled away with Alec’s blood smeared across his teeth. “See, I claimed you,” Magnus declared suddenly. He tilted his head to the side, giving Alec access to his neck. “Now, do it to me,” Magnus insisted.

Alec frowned, slowly raising a hand to his bloodied neck. “That’s not the same thing,” Alec murmured. “I don’t have fangs and we’re not going to bond just because we bite each other.”

Magnus scoffed, rolling his eyes instantly. “It can be the same for us. You’re my partner and I’d like you to bite me, like you always said you would. Please, Alec?”

Alec stared at him for a few long moments before he slowly brought his mouth down to Magnus’ neck. He kissed gently at the skin there and just when Magnus thought that was the only thing he’d do, Magnus felt Alec’s teeth biting rough into his skin.

It hurt. Of course, it did. Neither of them had fangs to make it easy, like an alpha would but Magnus didn’t think he’d ever felt anything hurt so good. Magnus clutched Alec by the back of his hair, letting his lover, his mate, suckle gently at the blood bubbling from his neck.

When Alec finally pulled away, he had a soft expression on his face. Magnus thought it looked so much better than the conflicted, pained expression that had been on his face a few minutes before. “I’m not going outside to get the food,” Magnus announced suddenly.

Alec blinked and it was obvious Magnus had successfully burst whatever soft bubble he had been in. “Right,” Alec rushed out. “I’ll ah-”

Magnus let go of Alec, nodding once. “I’ll get changed into some dry clothes while you do.”

Alec nodded himself but when he still failed to move, Magnus cocked his head.

Alec darted forward suddenly and Magnus found himself stumbling backwards, laughing breathlessly into Alec’s mouth. Alec finally pulled away with a grin before he darted back in to kiss Magnus once more time and then sprint out of the room.

Magnus stood there for a long moment, smiling like an idiot. Alec was so stupid for thinking something as simple as biology was going to stop them from loving each other. Magnus had loved Alec from the moment he’d first laid eyes on him and nothing was getting in the way of that.

Magnus changed into dry clothes, Alec returned with their damp food and they spent the entire night curled together, knowing that nothing was going to part them. It didn’t matter if they were both omegas and it didn’t matter what anyone else thought about that. Magnus loved Alec and Alec loved Magnus. That’s all that mattered.

#malec #abo au #omega Magnus #omega Alec #fluff #hurt/comfort

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no6secretsanta · 3 years

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Don't Say It

Hello and happy holidays to you, @glorifiedscapegoat! I hope you enjoy this cheerful little modern AU fic I wrote for you! I always love writing Nezumi and Shion as carefree teens in a world that isn’t trying to destroy them (we all deserve some peace this year, even the bee boys), and I promise a happy ending!

<3 @weiselzelle

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For someone who disliked Christmas as much as he did, Nezumi had decorated an awful lot of Christmas cookies, six dozen, to be precise. He’d also listened to the Charlie Brown Christmas soundtrack four times in a row, going on a fifth. Soon, he’d be watching an equally cheesy Christmas movie. It wasn’t by choice. Not exactly, anyway—

It had all started in kindergarten, the year he’d met Shion. They’d become fast friends, and the prospect of not seeing his best friend over winter break had been too much for Shion’s young heart to bear. As a solution, their parents had arranged a playdate over the holidays. Shion had been determined to celebrate Christmas with Nezumi as much as possible, so their day had included as many Christmastime activities as possible. The experience, quite frankly, had been exhausting. Unfortunately, it had only been the start of a long tradition.

Now, if Nezumi had things his way, they’d simply do what they always did when they hung out and nothing extra… but intentionally ignoring Christmas would make Shion sad, which defeated the entire purpose of spending a day together. That was why Nezumi put up with the whole ordeal year after year, and this time was no different.

“So, you still haven’t told me what you want for Christmas,” Shion said as he delicately placed some of the cookies into a shiny, festive tin. “And you can’t say ‘I’ll think on it’ this time, okay? Christmas is in a few days.”

Nezumi picked up a pinch of snowflake sprinkles from a dish and dropped them unceremoniously onto an iced cookie. “I’ll think—”

Shion glared at him before he could even finish the sentence, and Nezumi couldn’t help but laugh.

“Okay, listen, I know I said I’d think on it, but the truth is, I forgot. You know how busy I was before break started,” Nezumi explained.

Shion’s expression softened and he returned to decorating cookies alongside Nezumi. “Yeah, I know. That’s why I didn’t bug you about it sooner. But I really do need an answer today.”

“Well…” Nezumi sighed and looked off. “How about you tell me what you want? I still have to get you a present, and maybe it’ll give me some ideas for what I want, too.” He normally prided himself— secretly— in coming up with clever gifts for Shion, but with Christmas in only a few days, simply asking seemed like his best option.

“Me? Um!” Shion seemed awfully surprised by the question. Judging by the growing blush on his face, however, it was more than just surprise.

Nezumi smirked and leaned closer to his friend. “You’re blushing, Shion. Is it something really dorky?”

Shion looked down, clearly hesitating. “Uh, you’d probably call it that, yeah…”

Nezumi waited for Shion to say more. “…Well? What is it?” he asked, and raised an eyebrow.

“Um…” Shion smiled nervously and tucked a piece of hair behind his ear, still not looking at Nezumi.

Once again, Nezumi sighed. “You’re going to make me guess, aren’t you?”

“I suppose you could try,” Shion replied quietly with a small shrug. His face was as red as ever.

Nezumi smirked. “I’ll take that as a challenge.” He rubbed his chin as he thought. “Hmm, something so dorky that you’d blush about it in front of me… This may be difficult.”

While Nezumi thought about where to start his questioning, Shion began to slowly decorate another cookie.

“Can it fit in a backpack?” Nezumi asked, watching Shion’s expression closely.

“No.”

“What about a locker, then?”

Shion blinked, his eyebrows drawing together slightly. “Um… no? I don’t think so, anyway.”

“And you think I can afford it?” Nezumi asked with a laugh.

“I mean—” Shion laughed as well, though rather nervously. “Y-Yeah.”

Nezumi gave a skeptical look. “You sure about that?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay…” Nezumi picked up one of the cookies he’d decorated and took a bite as he thought. “Is it… something I even know exists?”

Shion laughed a little again. “Yes.” It was the most certain answer he’d gotten yet.

“Okay, so it’s something I obviously know about, judging by that reaction,” Nezumi scoffed. “It’s something that could be put in a box, right?”

“W-Well, I guess so…”

Nezumi frowned. “I mean that it’s an actual object, not like the gift of going somewhere with you or whatever.”

“I guess we could go somewhere for my present,” Shion suggested with a smile Nezumi could only call coy. Of course, very few people even could recognize coyness from Shion. Nezumi knew, though. Shion was up to something.

Nezumi narrowed his eyes. “Second thoughts about challenging me?”

“We could go ice skating again. It’s been years since we last went.”

“We could not go ice skating again,” Nezumi retorted. “I’m not having you pull me down on the ice every five minutes.”

“You are taller than me now, aren’t you?”

Nezumi eyed Shion suspiciously. His latest growth spurt had been a bit of a sore spot for Shion, so why would he bring it up now? “I sure as hell am, you little runt.”

Shion’s blush fully returned and he averted his eyes. “S-So, that means I wouldn’t make you fall if I lost my balance, right?”

Crossing his arms, Nezumi leaned back in his seat. “I see… Finding the advantages to being your fun-sized self?”

“You know, I never made fun of you this much when you were the shorter one,” Shion said, slathering a bit too much icing onto a large, snowflake-shaped cookie.

Nezumi watched as Shion then dumped an excess of sprinkles onto the cookie. “Oh, come on. You always thought I needed to be protected or something when I was smaller than you, even though you knew I could’ve kicked your ass no problem. I’m going to enjoy this change as much as I wa—”

Shion abruptly shoved the cookie into Nezumi’s mouth, or at least as much of it as he could fit. As soon as it happened, Nezumi cupped his hand under the cookie in a desperate attempt to catch the sprinkles and dripping icing. While Nezumi struggled to eat the messy cookie that was now his responsibility not to get everywhere, Shion returned to decorating more cookies.

“And what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t care about your safety?” Shion asked, though he clearly wasn’t expecting an answer from Nezumi, not after shoving food into his mouth. “Anyway, I think ice skating would work out better now, so— ah!”

Nezumi smeared the icing that had dripped onto his hand across Shion’s cheek. “Here, you dropped something.”

Shion stared in shock for a moment before swiping a bit of icing from the bowl onto his fingertip. Nezumi had a good idea of where that finger was headed. As it drew closer to his face, he opened his mouth and caught Shion’s sugary finger between his teeth. The icing was sweet on his tongue, but Nezumi savored the expression on his friend’s face far more.

“Nezumi!” Shion squeaked when his finger was finally free.

“Yes?”

Shion gawked at his hand as if he’d never seen it before.

“…Yes, Shion?” Nezumi asked again.

“Um!” Shion blinked and shook his head. “W-We should both probably wash our hands before we decorate any more cookies,” he stammered.

Nezumi snorted out a laugh and followed Shion over to the kitchen sink. While he waited for his turn at the faucet, he bumped Shion’s hip with his own. For some reason, that always put a smile on Shion’s face. “Back to my guesses. Is it something I can buy?” he asked.

“Uh, n-no,” Shion replied, his eyes going wide. He turned away as he dried his hands.

“So it’s something I have to make, then?” Nezumi asked.

“N… No.”

“No?” Nezumi finished washing his hands and dried them off as well, thinking over what Shion could be talking about. If it couldn’t be bought and couldn’t be made… “Is it something I already have?”

“Uh…” Shion scratched the back of his neck and returned to the kitchen counter as if decorating even more cookies was an actual priority. “Technically?”

Nezumi scoffed and crossed his arms. “Technically?” he repeated. “What the hell kind of answer is that?”

Shion stared down at a star-shaped cookie he’d picked up. “Um… uh… I say ‘technically’ because…”

“Because…?”

“Well… technically you… have… what I want…” Shion mumbled, trailing off. He set down the cookie and smiled nervously, his eyes focused on Nezumi’s shoulder rather than his face. “Forget I said anything, okay? I like your ice skating idea. How about we do that for my present?”

Nezumi frowned to himself and ripped off a paper towel from the roll by the sink. “That was your idea, not mine,” he corrected, briefly running the faucet again to get the paper towel wet. He approached Shion and began wiping the icing off his cheek. “You forgot something.”

Shion shut his eyes while Nezumi cleaned off his face. “I did? Ha, oops, I guess I did…”

Somehow, exchanges like this made Nezumi dread their inevitable separation that would come with graduating high school. He didn’t like the idea of someone else helping Shion the way he did, taking his place… Would Shion even have him over during the holidays? How many more Christmases would they spend together?

“Hey, Shion?”

Shion peeked an eye open. “Yeah?”

Nezumi turned away to toss the paper towel in the trash and to avoid looking Shion in the eye. “You’re still going to invite me over for Christmas stuff once we’re in college, right?” he asked.

“Huh?” Shion blinked. “Y-Yeah, of course.”

“Good.”

Shion laughed a little and smiled sheepishly. “You know, I was starting to think you didn’t like celebrating Almost-Christmas with me. I’m sort of surprised, given how much you usually complain about Christmas…”

Nezumi let out a laugh as well and leaned his elbows on the counter. “I mean—” The gentle smile on Shion’s face kept him from finishing his sentence. He glanced away.

“Wait, Nezumi, do you secretly like Christmas?” Shion asked, just a hint of a giggle in his tone.

“What? No! I hate Christmas!”

The amusement left Shion’s face. “Oh. Um… Does that mean you don’t actually like doing Christmas stuff with me?”

Nezumi’s stomach sank. He hated seeing Shion sad. Why did he have to say that? “Okay, ‘hate’ may have been too strong of a word. I don’t hate Christmas. Not all of it, anyway,” he quickly explained. “I— Listen, I wouldn’t do this for anyone else, okay?”

Shion fell silent, staring down at the array of cookies before him and chewing his lip. After a long moment, he spoke again. “You know, we don’t have to keep doing the same stuff every year. Honestly, I just kept doing it because it’s what we’ve always done, and you kept agreeing to it, but I… I guess we don’t have to do anything Christmasy if you really don’t want to.”

“I mean, we are gonna hang out over break either way, aren’t we?” Nezumi said, though he knew in his heart that wasn’t what Shion wanted. Shion enjoyed the holiday season and all the pepperminty sweetness that it brought far too much to ignore it all with Nezumi. “Maybe if it’s just… a little less Christmasy,” he offered. His eyes darted around the room, searching for examples of anything seasonal that didn’t make him cringe. “Like… hot cocoa. I like hot cocoa. And I like eating Christmas cookies, just not, you know… decorating several dozen of them.”

Once again, Shion took a long while to respond. Nezumi might’ve been concerned if he didn’t know his friend so well; he knew it meant Shion was deeply considering his words. Besides, having Shion react logically rather than emotionally right now was preferable, albeit expected. After taking a hesitant breath, Shion asked, “Is ice skating too Christmasy?”

Nezumi breathed out a laugh. Of course their discussion had come back to this. “It’s an Olympic sport. I think that exempts it from being too Christmasy,” he replied. Skating really could turn out better than before, if Shion’s reasoning about his height was correct… Compared to watching a Christmas movie, it might actually be fun. “Listen, I’ll take you ice skating right now if it means we skip everything else on today’s itinerary.”

Shion blinked in surprise, finally looking up at Nezumi. “Y-You’re serious?”

“Completely.”

Shion gawked, then shook his head and said, “Um, right! I’ll— I’ll go tell mom what we’re doing!”

Nezumi laughed as Shion hurried out of the room. “I’ll take that as a ‘yes,’” he commented, though he knew Shion had to be on the other side of the house, already and well out of earshot.

Before long, the two boys were buckling into Nezumi’s car, which was parked outside. Nezumi smirked to himself as he turned the key and started the engine. The satisfaction of having a license and a car had yet to wear off.

“It’s still weird that we can just drive places now, isn’t it?” Shion commented, running his fingers along the car door just below the window. “I’ve barely used my bike this year.”

“You mean that I can drive us places now?” Nezumi teased. “Seriously, when are you going to take your test?”

Shion shrugged. “I don’t know. Driving is kind of terrifying,” he said with a small laugh. “Besides, I kind of like…”

Nezumi raised an eyebrow, giving Shion an inquisitive look before pulling out of the driveway and heading down the road. “You kind of like what? You know you can’t just trail off like that.”

“Um.” Shion laughed a little again. “Well, I was going to say that I kind of like when you drive me around, but that sounds sort of entitled, doesn’t it?”

Nezumi scoffed. “Yeah, it kind of does.” Still, he couldn’t help but feel smug.

“I mean it as a good thing, though,” Shion explained. “Actually, I… I really am scared of driving. It’s not that it’s too difficult, it’s just— but—” His sentence sputtered to a halt. Shion forced out an exhale and tried again. “I’m afraid I’ll really mess up and hurt someone, or worse…” He shook his head to himself. “But… when I’m with you, I feel safe. I trust you.”

“Well. Maybe I like driving you around. So it all works out.”

Sure, Shion would eventually have to bite the bullet and get over his fear. For now, though… This was fine, perhaps even preferable. If Shion had a license, Nezumi could easily picture him having a personal crisis over a fender-bender or an unlucky squirrel’s demise. Yes, perhaps this was for the best.

Shion turned his head away, and Nezumi knew that meant either Shion was blushing or something very interesting that only Shion could see was on the side of the road. “Y-Yeah, at least until we graduate. Unless we go to college in the same place…”

They hadn’t discussed college much yet, surprisingly. Nezumi knew Shion planned to go to medical school to become a doctor, but that was about it. He wasn’t even sure what he wanted to do, himself.

“I’m not going to med school with you,” Nezumi laughed.

“Well— just hold on a second, that’s not what I meant,” Shion protested. “I’ve been thinking about this. As long as the school you pick has a pre-med track, I’ll go there.”

They slowed to a stop at a red light. The contrarian part of Nezumi ached to argue with Shion’s suggestion, but he’d secretly been hoping for something like this. He hadn’t let himself think too much about going to college with Shion to save himself the disappointment, but now the possibility was very real.

“…Only if you want that, of course,” Shion added. Nezumi’s silence must have been a blow to his confidence.

The light changed, and Nezumi pressed his foot on the gas pedal. “You’re going to save me from the torture of rooming with a total stranger? Seems like a pretty sweet deal to me.”

“I— er, you mean you like my idea?” Shion stammered. “Really?”

Nezumi shrugged. “Yeah. Why not?”

Shion fiddled with the cuffs of his jacket sleeves instead of looking at Nezumi. “I… I guess sometimes I worry that you’ll get sick of me.”

“Unlikely.”

“What?” Shion looked up. “Really? Because sometimes you get really annoyed with me…”

Shion wasn’t exactly wrong. It had been much worse a few years before, when Nezumi was still grappling with the complicated mess of new emotions he felt toward Shion. It wasn’t the proudest time of his life. “When’s the last time I got seriously annoyed with you, though? I can’t remember,” Nezumi replied.

“Um… I believe it was last year, when we were discussing—”

“It was a rhetorical question, Shion,” Nezumi interrupted. “The point is, you’ve had over ten years to do anything truly unforgivable and you haven’t even come close, which makes you a pretty solid candidate for a college roommate, in my opinion.”

“What about that time at the homecoming dance?” Shion asked.

Nezumi blinked, furrowing his eyebrows. “What the hell are you talking about, Shion?”

“Back in eighth grade, I tried to do some kind of dance a bunch of other people were doing, and you looked me in the eye and said ‘truly unforgivable.’ Remember?”

“I—” Nezumi laughed and shook his head. “I may have overreacted. I hardly remember it.”

“So you aren’t even a little mad about that anymore?” Shion asked.

“No? Why would I be?”

Shion shrugged and sighed, which was a rather unusual gesture from his friend. “I know it hasn’t happened in a while, but you at least used to get mad at me for random stuff, sometimes for a long time. I can’t help but worry you might still be mad about some of those things.”

Nezumi was grateful for the excuse of watching the road so he didn’t have to look at Shion for this discussion. He’d thought they could just move on from that bumpy patch in their friendship without talking about it, but apparently that was not the case. He should have expected as much. “Would you believe me if I told you it was all just a lot of mood swings?”

“If you promised that’s the truth, then yeah, I’d believe you.”

Nezumi resisted the urge to sigh himself. “It’s the truth,” he replied. At least, it was the closest he was willing to get to the truth. He didn’t intend to give out any love confessions today. “I swear I’m not mad at you about any of that old stuff. I’m not mad at you about anything.”

“Really?”

“For now, anyway. I’m sure you could piss me off if you really tried.”

Shion giggled a little. “Okay, I’ll try not to worry about it.”

Nezumi turned into the parking lot outside the skating rink and easily found an empty spot. After they parked, Shion quickly unbuckled his seatbelt, but Nezumi locked the doors and kept his finger on the button to do it again if necessary. Shion looked over at him in surprise.

“Before we go in,” Nezumi explained, “you have to tell me what you want for Christmas.”

Shion gave him a grumpy pout. “I thought going skating was my present,” he argued, fiddling with the lock on his door.

“You know what I’m talking about. Whatever thing I apparently already have that you want. If it’s a sentimental thing, there’s no guarantee I even have it anymore. I don’t save stuff like you do.”

“Well…” Shion averted his eyes, his cheeks growing pink. “I guess I already got what I wanted.”

Nezumi paused, looking ahead as he thought. “…Wait, you wanted to be college roommates for your Christmas present?”

“N-No, not exactly, but— well, yes, it’s basically the same thing.”

“Is it or isn’t it?” Nezumi unbuckled his seatbelt and turned more towards Shion, watching his friend closely. Either Shion was choosing his words carefully or he was planning to bolt from the car.

“I-It’s—” Shion hesitated. “It’s… Nezumi, all I want for Christmas is—”

The pieces came together as Shion spoke, and time slowed down as a terrible realization struck Nezumi. He immediately covered Shion’s mouth with his hand. “Don’t say it!”

The outburst shocked them both into a silence that stretched on for several seconds. Finally, Shion pulled Nezumi’s hand off of his mouth. “What?”

Nezumi felt heat rise from his neck up to his ears. This was going to be difficult to explain. “I-I… You were going to say the name of a Christmas song, weren’t you?”

Shion blinked, then replied, “Oh, y-yeah, I guess so. Um…”

Nezumi had to think fast. He hadn’t thought this conversation would be happening today, or even at all, and it was already off to a rough start. He wasn’t even entirely sure what Shion meant by that kind of request. “Listen,” Nezumi began to explain, though he didn’t really know what he was about to say. He kept talking anyway. “If… if, let’s say, this ends up being something people might ask us about later, I’d rather it not be a reminder of an annoying Christmas song. If what you’re asking for is what I think you’re asking for.”

Shion’s face had turned bright red and his wide, dark eyes were focused on Nezumi’s hands. “Um. What do you think I’m asking for, Nezumi?”

Nezumi almost passed the question right back to Shion, but maybe Shion really couldn’t bring himself to say it. The suave thing to do in this moment would be to answer Shion’s question with a kiss, but Nezumi’s doubts kept him from acting. He settled for a response somewhere in the middle. “It sounds to me like you want a boyfriend for Christmas,” he replied as casually as he could.

Shion didn’t respond, nor did he move. He sat there, frozen in place, clearly unsure of how to proceed.

“…Just nod if I’m right.”

Shion took a small, sharp breath and nodded ever so slightly. Nezumi had never seen his friend look so terrified in his life.

If there had ever been a time to kiss Shion, this was it.

Nezumi had never kissed anyone before, only stage-kissed a few people in drama class, but he reasoned it couldn’t be too different from the real thing. Gently lifting Shion’s chin with one hand, Nezumi leaned closer, lightly closed his eyes, and touched his lips to Shion’s. An odd thrill ran down his spine, which certainly never happened with a thumb in the way— or more likely, with anyone else.

A second later, he felt a jolt of pain as Shion pressed back too hard, too quickly. Nezumi jerked away and pressed his fingers to his aching lip. “Ow—”

Shion quickly pulled back with a look of absolute horror on his face. “I-I’m so sorry!” he stammered. “I didn’t mean to— I’m sorry!”

“It’s fine,” Nezumi said with a small laugh. “Just— hold still this time.”

Ignoring the pain in his lip, Nezumi leaned closer again. Shion shut his eyes and held his breath. Nezumi lingered just inches away for a moment, then withdrew slightly.

“You… do want me to do this, right?” Nezumi asked.

Shion opened his eyes and looked up at Nezumi briefly before averting his gaze and nodding. “I— That is, only if you want to—”

They’d just crossed a new boundary together, and yet they were both afraid to take a single step further. Something about it was utterly ridiculous, but Nezumi couldn’t blame Shion for acting so nervous. After all, if this change ended up being a mistake, there probably wouldn’t be any going back. From what Nezumi understood about the world, lovers could rarely return to just being friends. Could he really risk their entire friendship? Was it already too late to turn back?

Why hadn’t he thought of this before kissing Shion the first time?

“Are you okay?” Shion asked quietly, meeting Nezumi’s gaze for only a split second. “You’re shaking.” His fingers carefully wrapped around Nezumi’s trembling hand.

“You’re shaking,” Nezumi whispered in retort.

“Y-Yeah, but it’s weird for you to be shaking like this,” Shion replied. He wasn’t wrong.

“So what?”

What kind of answer was that?

“Nezumi…” With a sad expression that was meant to be a smile, Shion turned his head away, breaking the tension and leaving Nezumi with an unpleasant sense of disappointment. “I… It’s okay if you don’t want to—”

“That’s not the— listen, Shion,” Nezumi argued. He didn’t dare pull his hand away from Shion’s gentle grasp. “What if this doesn’t work out? Then what? Do you really think everything would just go back to normal? That we’d just go back to being friends?”

A series of expressions crossed Shion’s face before he spoke, and Nezumi wasn’t entirely sure what any of them meant. “We’ve stuck together through everything so far, so I can’t imagine we wouldn’t be able to find a way to get along,” Shion said with a slight smile. “Besides… I really think… this could work out.”

Maybe Shion was being too much of an optimist, but Nezumi had considered that exact possibility before. Maybe they could get through anything together. None of their past disputes had been enough to damage their friendship. His doubts were losing their ground.

“And… what’s the point of acting like we don’t want more from each other now that we know?” Shion added softly, staring down at their joined hands as if looking anywhere else would cause him to lose what courage he had left. “I… I really love being with you, Nezumi.” He’d said that phrase to him many times before, but Nezumi finally understood what Shion was actually trying to say. “I always have,” Shion added, then let out a shaky sigh and briefly glanced up. “…Please say something.”

Nothing felt right to say, but Nezumi had to say something. He couldn’t leave Shion to doubt himself all over again in his silence. With his free hand, he lifted Shion’s chin so their faces were level once more. “Stay still, alright?”

Shion immediately complied, closing his eyes in anticipation of what was to come. If it wasn’t so cruel to make Shion wait, Nezumi would’ve taken a moment to enjoy the blissful expression on his friend’s face. Summoning his own courage, Nezumi leaned in and gave Shion a careful kiss. Shion’s fingers tightened around his hand in response, but he otherwise stayed perfectly still. Nezumi drew back and Shion’s eyes fluttered open, and slowly, a wide smile spread across Shion’s flushed face. Nezumi couldn’t quite stop himself from grinning as well. The thrill of the moment was still sinking in, even after it was over.

“So, um.” Shion sheepishly ducked his head and held Nezumi’s hand with both of his own. “What do you want for Christmas?”

“Hm. Pretty much the same thing as you, I think,” Nezumi answered with the casual shrug of a shoulder. The hand that had been touching Shion’s face came to rest on Shion’s knee, causing him to jump slightly, but neither of them moved away. An unexpected sense of freedom was settling in… the freedom to show his true affections after all this time.

Shion looked up with an embarrassed smile. “Okay, but I like giving you presents. Is there anything else you want?”

“Who says I don’t like giving you presents?” Nezumi scoffed.

“Well, you said you hate Christmas, didn’t you?” Shion replied, visibly confused. “And you’ve complained plenty of times about how trivial you think Christmas gifts are. I thought you would have just stopped giving anyone presents by now if you’re so against them.”

Nezumi sighed through his nose and glanced away. “It’s… complicated,” he tried to explain. “Overall, yes, I think Christmas presents are crap. But this is an exception.” Shion was the exception. Shion somehow always was the exception for him. “It’s… enjoyable to pick out a gift for you, and I know it’s not a wasted effort since you actually appreciate it.”

“I appreciate anything from you,” Shion said far too earnestly.

Nezumi laughed. This was exactly what he had been talking about. “Yeah, I know. It’s—” Instead of editing his words to be a playful jab, he allowed the rest of his thought to leave his lips, “—cute.”

Shion gawked at Nezumi, then covered his beet-red face with both hands. “I-I—!”

“Did I break you?” Nezumi asked with another laugh, using his newly freed hand to ruffle Shion’s soft, brown hair. Making Shion blush had yet to lose its appeal. “Sorry. Well, not really. Have I really never told you you’re cute before?”

“Um!” Shion kept his face covered as he spoke. “N-No, I think you’ve said that every time you’ve seen me dressed up for an event, but I know you were just making fun of me.”

Nezumi hummed thoughtfully. “Was I, though?”

“Wait, were you!?”

“Was I?”

Shion faced forward again and placed his head down in his folded arms on the dashboard. “Argh, which is it!?” he loudly groaned.

Nezumi rarely saw Shion this worked up. He wasn’t sure whether to be proud or sorry. “Is not knowing really that unbearable?” he asked.

“Kind of.”

Nezumi’s eyes scanned over Shion’s hunched, trembling form. His own nervous jitters had thankfully faded away, but Shion case seemed to be the opposite. “Serious question, though… are you going to be able to skate today? You’re shaking like crazy.”

Shion quickly sat up, placed his hands in his lap, and took a deep breath. “I’m fine!” he insisted, though his face was still awfully red and every inch of him shook.

“Are you sure?” Nezumi asked, raising an eyebrow skeptically. “If you’re that tense on the ice, you’ll definitely fall. What’s the matter, anyway?”

“Nothing!” Shion quickly answered and took another deep breath. “Nothing’s the matter! I’m just— I’m— I’m really happy. And excited.” He let out an anxious laugh. “And a little nervous.”

Nezumi felt his own shoulders relax. Had he been tense, too? “Nervous about what?” he asked.

Shion laughed again. “Um. Well, I did kind of punch your mouth with my face a little.”

“It wasn’t that bad. It doesn’t even hurt anymore.”

“That’s good,” Shion said, giving Nezumi a sheepish glance. “Um. But I’m nervous I’ll do it again. But I— w-want to try—” He looked at Nezumi again, this time with eyes full of hope.

Nezumi opened his mouth to reply, then shut it again and closed his eyes. When he still wasn’t kissed several seconds later, he gestured a hand toward his face and prompted, “Well?”

“What? Oh!”

Once again, Nezumi waited.

“Um, hold still,” Shion murmured and gently grasped both of Nezumi’s hands.

Nezumi complied. A moment later, he felt Shion’s lips gingerly touch his. It was over almost as soon as it happened, just a whisper of a kiss, but it somehow left Nezumi’s nerves buzzing long afterward.

“Was that okay?” Shion asked quietly.

Nezumi opened his eyes and smiled. “Completely painless.”

Shion beamed brighter than the sun overhead.

“Still nervous?” Nezumi asked.

Shion shook his head and looked away, still smiling. “No, not really. Only a little.” He gazed out across the parking lot for a brief moment, then grinned up at Nezumi. “Let’s go skating!”

Nezumi laughed, caught off guard by Shion’s abrupt enthusiasm. “You’re awfully confident all of a sudden,” he teased.

“It’s just that— I realized this will be our first date,” Shion replied. “It’s kind of exciting, you know?”

“You mean all those school dances we went to don’t count?” Nezumi scoffed, still smiling. He knew they didn’t really count. Nezumi had only been Shion’s date to keep him unavailable.

“Um— I didn’t think they did,” Shion said hesitantly. “Do they?”

“Not really, no.” Nezumi smirked as a thought crossed his mind. “Did I ever tell you that Safu called me ‘too possessive’ before the homecoming dance this year?”

Shion covered his face with his hands again and leaned his head against Nezumi’s shoulder. “Oh, jeez… No, you didn’t tell me. What happened?”

“She asked me not to ask you to the dance, and I told her that I’d already asked you and you’d already said yes. Apparently that wasn’t quite what she wanted to hear.”

“Thank you. Again,” Shion mumbled. “I only ever wanted to go with you, anyway.”

A part of Nezumi had always suspected as much, but actually hearing it from Shion gave him a smug sense of satisfaction. He slipped his arm behind Shion in a halfway embrace. “Maybe she’ll finally realize you’re not interested in dating her when she spots us making out at your locker.”

“You’re gonna kiss me at school!?” Shion asked in disbelief.

That wasn’t the takeaway Nezumi had expected Shion to get from his words, but Shion was always like that, surprising him in odd ways. “I might,” Nezumi replied. “You’d better watch out.”

Shion blinked, then smiled and stretched to press a kiss to Nezumi’s cheek. “Then I guess you’d better watch out, too.”

Nezumi turned his head away in an attempt to hide how much a little kiss on the cheek was making him blush. He was going to have to get used to this, wasn’t he? “…Noted.”

Shion giggled at Nezumi’s response, then grinned up at him. “Well, then. Shall we go in?”

“Sure. Let’s go.”

They both exited the car, Nezumi locking the doors before meeting Shion on the other side. They joined hands, and just to make things fair, Nezumi gave Shion a quick kiss on the cheek. For the entire walk across the parking lot toward the ice rink, Shion blushed and giggled while Nezumi wore a smug smile on his face.

If this was what celebrating Christmas with Shion would be like from now on… well, Nezumi certainly didn’t mind.

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Painted Purple

GIF IS NOT MINE

A/N: Hello! Other than a couple of (bad) Supernatural oneshots that were made when I was 13, I have not posted any sort of fanfiction on here. So here is one of my first oneshots on here! CONSTRUCTIVE FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED!

Genre: Fluff! Just pure fluff!

TW: none that I know of! :)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x female!reader (I do try and remain relatively neutral for race)

Word Count: 2,132

summary: reader and spencer have recently moved in together, and their house is a gross color, so they decide to paint it. however, some chaos ensued. overall, its just a cute day.

When you awoke, all you saw was orange. And not a pretty orange, like one you see in a sunset or a fire, but a gross one. This orange was the color of pasta sauce being vomited, and you did not like it one bit.

Blinking a few times, you glance over at Spencer, who was still resting. It had been a tough few weeks; you had gone through each of your apartments to figure out what furniture and things you would keep, and which ones you would donate or sell once you found the perfect house, and then moved all of your items to one apartment, except for your mattress.

You got up, heading out to the Starbucks that was nearby to get breakfast and coffee for the two of you. When you got back, Spencer was awake and sitting on the kitchen counter, staring at the walls. He immediately jumped off and came towards you, closing the door and taking the coffee from your hands with a quick kiss to the forehead. He returned to his spot on the counter and you sat next to him. The house was perfect, and everything you two had wanted, except for…

“I think we need to paint the walls,” he said, his voice still sleep-rough. You handed him his breakfast sandwich and took a bite out of your own.

“I agree. This orange color is hideous,” you replied and leaned your head against his shoulder.

“What if we do blue for the living room and hallway, since that’s a relaxing color? The kitchen could be gray, or maybe yellow. Studies have shown that yellow increases the appetite..” He gasps suddenly, turning to you. “Can we please have a purple room? Please?” He looked like a puppy dog, and you just smiled at him.

“Maybe, love. It’s a little early to be making decisions just yet. Haven’t had enough of this,” you say, as you referenced your coffee.

Too many colors. They all looked beautiful, and you wanted to make sure it was going to be decent, because you did not feel like repainting later. Spencer had gone off to grab supplies for painting, as you stared at the swatches. You had a white swatch and a pale blue, but were struggling for which yellow to get for the kitchen. Staring in concentration, you didn’t realize that your boyfriend had come back with the cart full of drop cloths, paint rollers, and trays and tape. You jumped when you felt a head rest on your shoulder and upon seeing it was him, relaxed.

“Have you given a purple room more thought?” You couldn’t help but grin. He kept hinting at it on the car ride over to the home improvement store as well, so you turned to him.

“Which room?”

“Bedroom.”

You kiss his cheek. “Go choose a color.” He jumped and ran to the purple section, studying them all. You finally decided on a pale yellow for the kitchen just as he came back. He had chosen a beautiful, light lavender color.

“That’s really pretty, Spence. I love it,” you tell him. He just grins as you two head to order all the paint.

Spencer collapsed and stared at the kitchen wall as he laid on the floor. After 7 hours, you had finished the entire living room, hallways, and kitchen, and you were almost done in the bathroom. Some jazz music played in the background as you worked, and you hummed to the tune of “La Vie En Rose” as you giggled at him from where you were kneeling on the counter in order to fix a few spots on the ceiling.

“I’m getting hungry. Do you want Chinese? The neighbors said there’s a good place down the road,” he asked, sitting up. You turned around and sat down on the counter, making grabby hands at him after you set your paintbrush down. He instantly gets up and settles between your legs, placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Yeah, Chinese sounds good. The usual.”

You just stare at him for a moment as your hands move to the paintbrush that’s besides you on the counter, putting paint on your hands and fingers. Grinning, you grab his face and pull him in for a kiss, making sure to get paint all along his face and neck. He pulls back, gasping and making a face of shock. You just grin at him again.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for the past 7 hours. You’re welcome.” However, he just grabs the paint brush and streaks some on your nose and cheeks. You giggle and push him away but he traps you as he runs it along your neck and you gasp, feeling the paint coat your skin.

“If I wasn’t as hungry as I am, I would continue doing this right now. But this isn’t over,” he says, setting the paintbrush down and pecking your lips. He grabs the keys before shouting a quick “I love you!” as he walks out the door. You just grin and begin to peel off the leftover painters tape.

But he comes back with more than just food. In his hands, there’s a smaller paint can and you give him a questioning look.

“It’s a surprise. Let’s eat, we’ve done a lot of work today.”

After eating, you started in the bedroom, already having cleaned the walls and taped them off.

You had left on your jazz music to play in the background, knowing Spencer secretly adored it, as you rolled paint onto the walls, and Spencer did the other side of the room.

You were humming as you painted the edges and corners, after having finished rolling paint onto the walls as high as you could, when you suddenly felt a bunch of wet droplets hit your skin. You gasped and turned around, seeing Spencer grinning, paintbrush in hand as he applied purple paint to the corner, acting as if nothing had just happened.

“Told you it wasn’t over,” he said innocently and you stood up from your spot on the ground, wadding over the plastic drop cloth so that you were in front of him, crossing your arms with your paintbrush in hand. “What are you gonna do about it?”

At this point his face was in yours and you looked him dead in the eyes as you reached to hold up his old, slightly ripped t-shirt and swiped the brush across his stomach. You continued to look him in the eyes as he lifted the back of your own shirt, pulling you to his chest and smearing paint all across the lower portion of your back. As you had done earlier, you stuck your hand onto the paint and set your hand against his cheek, and he decided to swipe some on your lips.

“Don’t worry, it’s non-toxic and water-based,” he said, but that was the least of your worries. You decided to reach up and kiss his forehead and cheeks, leaving a glob of purple lips on his face, even kissing his neck to wipe off all the paint on your lips so that you could finally put your lips to his. He kissed back, grabbing your paintbrush out of your hand and set them on the floor as he pulled both of you down, kissing you even deeper as you pulled you into his lap.

You pulled apart, looking him in the eyes. “I think we could probably work on a second coat and finish it now.”

“Yeah, I just wanted a break. We’ve been working all day,” he told you as he pulled your head to his chest.

“Let’s just finish this room. We’ve got the ceiling and the top of these walls, and then we can sleep,” you said, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and rubbing his back gently.

So you continued to work, growing more tired as the time went on. Finally, you looked down from the corner you were working on to find Spencer laying on the floor, staring at you as you worked. With a quick glance around the room, you made sure no more spots were needed and peeled up the tape on your side. He had gotten up at that point, though, and rolled up all of the drop cloths, moving them and the painting supplies to one of the extra rooms that you needed to work on next. He was pushing in the mattress as you moved the ladder into the same room and let it drop.

“Wait! I almost forgot,” he said as you plopped on the bed. You groaned but he left and came back into the room quickly, holding the paint can from earlier, as well as a screwdriver and a paint tray. “I know we’re already covered in paint, but I really want to do this. I saw it in a movie.” You looked at him in confusion as he opened the paint can, giving way to a mint green paint.

He stuck his hand in the paint after he poured it into the tray, and moved towards the wall that had your mattress against it, placing his hand just above where your bed frame would probably be, and leaving an imprint. You smiled as you figured out what he was doing, and placed your hand in the tray as well, placing it to the right of where his had been.

“Been watching Disney movies, have we?” you asked him teasingly.

“Henry begged me to when I baby-sat him last week. He said it was his favorite, but then he passed out right on me after the first ten minutes, so I had to watch the rest. It’s an interesting concept, and I want to test it,” he told you, closing the paint can lid. You just admired him for a moment, staring at all the paint spots you had left throughout the day. You had quieted the radio you had brought a while ago, so there was a peaceful silence in the house. Our house, you thought, and that made you smile even more. You realized you were staring when he gave you a confused look, coming over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Sorry, I’m just really happy that we finally have this reality. We’ve got a house together, and we’re making a world for ourselves. Also, did you cry?”

“What?”

“During the first 10 minutes of the movie, did you cry?”

He looked down for a moment, avoiding your gaze. “Maybe.”

“That’s really cute, Spence. You know I like when you’re sensitive.” He finally looked you in the eyes with a look of endearment that almost made you melt right then and there.

“I know. It was just so sad. They were living a nice life, and then she was gone. I couldn’t imagine going through that, there’s no way I could lose you. That’s why I get so scared when we’re on cases and you don’t respond,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead and pulled your body towards him even further.

You hesitated for a moment but he caught the action. “What is it?” he asked.

“Spence...Would you ever want to have kids? Or get married, or do any of that?” You asked quietly. You knew it didn’t matter to you either way. As long as he was in your life, that really was all you cared about.

“I really do,” he said, equally as quiet. “I mean we’ve got an extra room. I just kept thinking last week, when Henry was laying on my lap, how I would love for it to be our own kid. I’d want to have those moments with them, and get to lay down and see you every night. And have you be the first thing I see when I wake up. I want a full life with you, more than I’ve ever wanted anything before.” You were near tears as you kissed him gently.

“I want that too. A lot. I kept thinking about it when I thought about what color to paint one of the spare rooms. I think we should keep it as is for right now so that if the time comes we can paint it then. Together.”

Spencer looked up for a moment before looking back down at you with a sly look in his eye. “We could try right now.” You just giggled, but yawned soon after.

“Let's maybe wait until tomorrow. It’s been a long day.”

You laid down while Spencer turned off the light. And as you closed your eyes, you thought of so many moments that were to come, and smiled, pulling his body closer.

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writemywaytoyourheart · 4 years

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Onsra-

Chapter 17: Follow The Leader

pairing: vampire!jungkook x female reader

genre: romance, angst, drama, horror

warnings for this chapter: JK is a butt again, language, a bit of blood, a panic attack

word count: 3k

Tag list: @jjungkook99 @ditttiii

Onsra: ML, Previous

Enjoy loves :)

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Jungkook stands there in silence for a minute, you fidgeting quietly behind him. You stay there and wait for him to move, or say something, or do anything really. Then you feel a raindrop on your arm, you look up and one lands in your eye. You hiss and wipe your eye, then see Jungkook start moving forward again as he picks up his pace. You stumble after him and try not to shiver when a cold breeze dances across your body.

Your ankle is killing you and your lungs are protesting at your lack of resting, but you keep trudging forward, following the black t-shirt that stays a couple feet in front of you no matter how hard you try to catch up. It’s raining now and you can see the sky lightening as the sun peeks over the horizon somewhere you can’t see. Because, all you can see is trees. All you’ve been able to see all freaking night is trees, trees and more trees.

“Fuck.”

You start at the sound of his voice, not having heard it for hours now. He’s stopped and his hands are on his hips as he looks around the forest. Jungkook lets out an irritated sigh and you step forward to hesitantly speak up, “A-Are we lost?” To your defense, you aren’t accusing him of anything, heaven knows you could never find your way out of here on your own, especially after walking all night.

“Shut up.” He hisses and you frown.

You’re both cold, tired, hungry, and honestly sick of seeing trees everywhere you turn. But, at least you’re not being a jerk.

“We’re not lost. I just got mixed up because you’re distracting me.”

“I haven’t said anything for hours!”

“You just being here is pissing me off! Therefore, distracting me!”

You huff and cross your arms, “Why’d I have to get lost with you. Of allll the other boys, it had to be you.” Jungkook scoffs, “Speak for yourself. At least I’m not an annoying useless chatterbox that makes you want to rip your own eyes out and ears off.”

Chatterbox? The fuck?

“I told you I wasn’t even talking!”

“There you go again! Just shut up!”

“You shut up!”

Satisfaction at having the last word fills your veins when Jungkook just sends a glare your way before stomping off. He keeps going until you can’t see him anymore, causing you to stumble after him when you realize you don’t want to be here alone.

“Where are you going? Jungkook?” You call out and limp through the forest, pushing branches away from your face and trying not to trip over fallen logs and rocks. You feel panic start to fill in your chest and your stomach twists into knots, because you can’t see him, you can’t see him, and you’re all alone.

If only you’d kept your big mouth shut.

Stupid, y/n.

You’re so stupid.

You feel the tears coming when you push through one more big bush and see Jungkook sitting on a giant rock. His back is facing you and it looks like he’s trying to calm down as his shoulders rise and fall with his deep breaths. Before you can even think straight, you’re hurrying over to him and the tears are falling now because you’re just so scared and tired.

“Jungkook I’m sorry! I’m sorry I said that, please don’t leave me alone. Please.”

The vampire turns in surprise and his eyes narrow at your disheveled appearance, a few tear streaks down your face as you try to wipe them away.

“What?” He says and you sit down on the rock next to him, trying to catch your breath. You clench your hands and stare straight ahead even though you can feel his eyes on you. “I said I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. Please don’t leave me out here alone.”

“What game are you playing?” He snaps and you look at him, “W-What?” You finish wiping your eyes and he glares at you. “Why the hell are you apologizing to me? We hate each other and I literally don’t give a rat’s ass about you. I’m going to keep walking and I don’t care if you follow me or leave and die somewhere else. I don’t know why you’re groveling at my feet, but I guess you’re even more pathetic than I thought.”

You sit and stare at him for a minute, then you wipe your eyes again and look ahead.

Ass.

You’re not sure how long the two of you sit there, staring into space. But, after heaven knows how long, the sound of your stomach growling shakes Jungkook out of his trance as he looks at you, clearly judging the sounds leaving your wailing belly.

He raises an eyebrow and you just stick your tongue out at him. He rolls his eyes and stands up, facing you and enunciating his next words very slowly and clear, as if you’re stupid and can’t understand anything, “I’m leaving now. Follow me if you want or just stay there. I do not care.” Then he turns to leave.

It’s a pity you aren’t the vampire. You’d rid yourself of this pest and get some dang lunch while you were at it. It has to be late afternoon; you can’t imagine the panic Yuri and Ga-In must be in since you haven’t gotten back yet.

You wonder if everyone else is okay and if the house is still holding or if it’s completely in shambles from the fire. You sigh and follow Jungkook, staying a few paces behind him.

Another hour passes and Jungkook stops again, but at this point you don’t care why. The both of you are soaked through and through, and chilled to the bone. You don’t think you’re ever getting out of this cursed place. You’re so hungry your head is starting to spin and it’s a headache just to stay focused on the vampire moving ahead of you. It’s really cold too, the breeze freezing your wet skin.

“Do you have to be so fucking loud?”

You look up and your cheeks burn at his sudden rude question.

“It isn’t my fault I hurt my ankle. Besides, not everyone can be eerily quiet like you.” You reply indignantly and he turns around, walking towards you and closing the few steps of space between you two. “You want to know how bad I really want to kill you right now? You’re so fucking annoying, don’t be too surprised if I snap your neck.” You pull yourself up to your full height and glare at him in defiance, “Go ahead and try, asshole. I’d like to see what Seokjin does to you if you do.”

At the mention of his older friend, Jungkook’s gaze hardens, “You think Seokjin cares about you? Some stupid useless girl that he met two days ago? Stop kidding yourself, y/n. No one is gonna care, and frankly no one is gonna know if I decide to slit your throat right here and now.”

You swallow and gather up all your courage before shoving your hands forward and pushing against his chest as hard as you can. Jungkook stumbles back when you shove him, having the advantage of taking him by surprise; you know you wouldn’t have been able to make him budge if he was ready for you. You really think the lack of rest, warmth and food has gone to your brain. You’re not thinking clearly.

“You wanna fight, Jungkook? You wanna kill me? Do it.” You seethe and step closer to him, all your anger is finally reaching its breaking point. You know he could literally twist his wrist and snap your neck clean in two, but what’s the point?

Who even cares anymore?

He’s gonna kill you or he isn’t. And if he doesn’t, this forest will.

Frankly, you couldn’t care less about whichever he decides to do.

“Just do it already, you ass. Do it!” You scream at him as tears slip passed your eyes and trail down your cheeks, mixing with the rain that continues to fall, unbothered by your outburst. “I don’t want it anymore! I don’t want it! I’m scared, I’m hurt, and I’ll never see my family or friends again anyway! Just kill me already!! Please! I can’t take it anymore.” You sob and fall to the wet ground, your chest burning and heaving while you try to stay calm. You know you’re having a panic attack but you can’t focus. The world is seriously spinning around you now, you couldn’t stand even if you wanted to. You hope he makes it quick. Maybe there’s some tiny part of good in him that will take pity on you and decide to put you out of your misery in the least painful way he can think of.

Jungkook stands there in complete shock. He lets you shove him, he watches you scream at him, he watches you fall on the ground, and he watches you beg him to kill you. But, he doesn’t move once. All he can do is watch as you fall apart in front of him.

Your hair is sticking to your face from the cold rain and your tears that won’t stop. Snot runs down from your nose and your ankle is covered in dried blood, dirt smeared up and down your arms and legs. Your loud sobs make Jungkook flinch every time they pass your lips.

Jungkook moves forward hesitantly, crouching on the ground in front of you, “Y-Y/n? I-“ His voice fails him as he watches you lay your head on the ground and curl your legs up to become as small as you possibly can. Your body is wracked with heaving sobs and Jungkook swallows thickly, trying to figure out what to do. He’s not sure why he cares. He should just leave you to your freakish ways and find his way back himself, at least you wouldn’t be lingering behind him the whole time anymore.

“S-Stop crying.”

That did absolutely nothing.

Jungkook sighs when you just cry harder and pull your legs closer to your chest.

“I- Y/n, sitting here crying isn’t going to get us out of here.” He can’t keep the irritation out of his voice. Then Jungkook’s eyes land on your ankle and he actually sees the damage for the first time, he sucks in a breath and looks closer at it.

It’s a miracle it’s managed to stop bleeding, but even as he stares he can see blood starting to slowly seep out again. There’s a two-inch gash and he’s pretty sure it’s going to need stitches, with a second careful look it seems like there’s still something in it.

“Get up, we can’t just sit here all day. Jin needs to fix your ankle. Come on.” He stands and grabs your arm, dragging you to your feet and all but carrying you forward.

“Ow ow ow!! Stop!” You cry until he stops walking. Jungkook turns to you and whispers harshly, “I’m not going to kill you, you’re not even worth the trouble. Walk. Before I decide to drag your ass back home.” You rip your arm away from his grasp and stumble forward, only deciding to listen because you don’t want him touching you again. You know if you just sit on the ground, which is extremely tempting, he’ll literally haul your butt in the air and carry you back.

Not on your watch.

No vampire is going to be lugging you around anytime soon if you can help it.

Setting your jaw forward and walking, you only trip a little when Jungkook walks past and bumps his arm into yours. You stick your tongue out at the back of his head and wipe at your face to clean it as much as you can.

You’ve lost all sense of time and direction; nothing makes sense anymore and you can’t make out if it’s been an hour or twenty minutes since you had your meltdown. You don't care about anything at this point, you just feel numb. But, Jungkook keeps walking really fast which makes you speed up, in turn causing your ankle pain to flare up and your head to spin as you pick up your pace to stay relatively close to him.

Eventually you can’t stand it another second and you stop to get your bearings.

"Jungkook, slow down!"

The vampire’s back stiffens at your words, but he stops walking nonetheless. You pick your way through the branches and rocks on the forest floor, trying your best to nurse your injured ankle as you limp along. You finally reach him and the second he feels you beside him, he starts to walk briskly again, not paying your struggling any mind.

“Jungkook, please.”

He stops again and you hear an irritated sigh leave his mouth, “We don’t have time for you to be moving this slow.” He hisses and you feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes. It’s stupid, but you’re scared and cold and in pain. All you want to do is get back to the house, and let the others know that you’re okay. The fear that another vampire will hear the two of you won’t leave the back of your mind, and you sniffle as you reach Jungkook again. But, right when you come up to his side, you trip on a stupid branch, because why wouldn’t that happen at this point? You stumble forward and cry out in pain at the sharp stabbing in your ankle, then you feel Jungkook’s hand grasp your upper arm, catching you before you fall.

You freeze, not understanding the feeling that creeps its way into your heart at the feel of his cold hand against your skin. Then Jungkook wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you back into a standing position. “You need to stop being so clumsy.” He snaps, but his voice is softer than before.

“T-Thank you. I can stand-“

You step out of his hold and try to balance yourself again. The pain in your ankle is spreading up through your leg now as you adjust it. You wince again and Jungkook takes your arm, leading you to sit on a rock. Then he crouches to the ground and moves to take your ankle, but you pull it away from his grasp.

“Jungkook, I’m fine. I just need to-“

“Can you please just shut up for a minute?” He squints at you in irritation and gently takes your ankle into his hands. You let him examine it, but flinch at the sharp pain that flares up your leg when he moves it, “Ouch.” You whimper.

“Sorry.” He breathes out, and it takes you by surprise. That’s the gentlest he’s ever sounded since you met him. You watch Jungkook turn your ankle until he can see the gash, and a gasp leaves your lips when you both see it.

There’s a deep cut and it looks bad, but worse is the swelling and bright red color surrounding it. There’s a little black thing sticking out of it and you almost gag at the sight. “W-What is that?” You whisper and Jungkook’s head hangs for a second before he looks up at you. You can clearly see the grimace on his face as he says his next words through clenched teeth.

“It’s a stick, or a part of one at least. It must have stuck into you when you tripped last night.”

“Seokjin can get it out. Let’s go.” You try to stand up but Jungkook pushes you back down.

“Nu uh, we have to get it out now. I’m sorry.” You can tell by the look on his face that his words are genuine. But, you still don’t want him getting anywhere near your ankle. “No, it’s fine. I want to wait for Seokjin to do it-“

“We can’t wait for Jin, y/n. It’s infected and I think that stick is making it worse. We should’ve cleaned it last night.” The regret in his eyes confuses you, so you stay planted in your spot. Does he really feel bad? He’s probably just worried that Seokjin will scold him for letting you get hurt…

“Jungkook…”

“Shut up and stay there.”

You huff but listen, folding your arms as he moves away into the forest. You’re sitting for a minute in silence, but the quiet is making you anxious so you call out to Jungkook to make sure he hasn’t left you.

“Jungkook?” You say softly, afraid he’s decided to abandon you when you can’t run after him. There’s no answer and you swallow thickly, tears springing to your eyes and making you wipe at them in annoyance. “Why can’t I stop crying?” You mutter and rub your eyes, trying not to think about how dizzy you are.

“Because you’re a crybaby.”

You look up at the sound of his voice, relief flooding through you and making you smile despite his insult. Jungkook walks over and crouches by your foot again.

“Ok, I’m gonna try to clean it as best I can and at least get the stick out. Hopefully it’ll be enough to save your foot.”

“Excuse me, what?” Your face is blanched from his casual statement. You might lose your foot? Because you were too stupid to check it last night? This can’t be happening.

“I’m sure Jin can help you. We just have to buy some time.”

“But we’re lost! We’re never going to make it out of here. Oh gosh. I’m gonna lose my foot. I’m never gonna walk again. I’m gonna throw up.” You take in shaky breaths and close your eyes, trying not to retch all over the vampire crouched in front of you.

Jungkook shakes his head and takes your ankle again, “Well, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t throw up on me. Just try to calm down. This is probably going to hurt like hell though, so suck it up buttercup.”

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a/n: hope you guys liked it! Sorry I took so long to update, now I know people are liking it I'll keep up with it. 💗

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dercolaris · 3 years

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Fear

Pretty hard stuff to be honest. Taking the tag angst to a new level. Translation of a german story of couse. @shin-arei uhm, still sorry. You know. I’m always writing deep stories and sometimes it’s hard for me to remember that words are often more touching than anything else.

Same song like the original:

https://youtu.be/oz7E_BsKrVI

Enjoy?

The little stone flew across the narrow side street, at the end hit an already badly battered street sign. The red paint peeled off the struck spot, slowly trickling down onto the rough asphalt. Edward's face darkened. He slowly crossed his arms over his chest and snorted in a touch of anger. Sometimes living with the former psychiatrist was anything but easy. Not that the Riddler didn't appreciate the verbal arguments they had, but when things really got intense and down to business, the outcome of the situation was never predictable. In summary it was often way too dangerous. Jonathan had a lot of patience and getting him to the point where he lost his temper was difficult, but by no means impossible for the stubborn tinkerer. At least the thin man came close to his own superior intellect and could articulate himself appropriately. Nevertheless, the black-haired man had actually gone a step too far that afternoon. They had actually discussed a very mundane topic: compulsions and anxiety disorders. The conversation went on until Edward dared to get personal and blatantly accuse the elder of having no foresight through his religious upbringing. That statement pushed the Master of Fear over his limits. The inventor put two fingers to his forehead and began to massage the skin firmly. If Jonathan Crane asked his counterpart with remarkable friendliness to leave the room as quickly as possible, one was well served to comply quickly with this request without replying. A good two hours had passed since that incident. The Riddler glanced at his black watch and clicked his tongue. The former psychiatrist had probably calmed down enough by now not to choke him to death when entering the apartment. To be honest, the man was getting cold in the icy December air. In addition, twilight began visibly in the dirty city. Edward circled his shoulder briefly and strolled a bit absent-mindedly through the adjacent city park, quietly rehearsing appropriate greetings to Jonathan after such an escalated argument. Suddenly an animal ran at his feet, remained calm in the middle of the snow-covered path. The white rabbit stood on its hind legs, turned its head back and forth nervously, then suddenly looked the Riddler straight in the eyes. The black-haired man stopped dead in track, staring lost in the dark eyes of the furball. He couldn't help but admire the beauty of the animal and after a while a small smile settled on his thin lips. Without any warning, a bird of prey suddenly fell from the sky, sank its claws into the poor rabbit's neck. The bunny didn't even have time to make a sound. In the next instant the predator and its defenceless victim had risen and disappeared into the reddish clouds.

The tinkerer's lips formed a thin line. He definitely hadn't seen that coming. He took a deep breath and pushed the thoughts of the rabbit aside, walking faster than before down the path. The apartment building finally came into view after a few minutes, lay grey and partly sunken in the deserted main street next to the closed subway station. This should have been renovated for five years now. To date there has not yet been a handshake to make the place alive again and it would probably remain so for a long time to come. Edward rummaged around in the dark green jacket for a key, then sighed and touched his forehead. The Riddler kept forgetting that the building was actually not habitable and that there was no way to lock it. Overnight, the two villains secured the entrance with some loose wooden beams that they had found when moving in. The material had been lying around wildly in the stairwell. The inventor pushed open the smeared door and slipped into the rotten corridor. If he were in this place for the first time, chills would certainly run down his spine. In addition to the strong smell of mould and wet wallpaper, a growing smell of rotting carcass stung his nose. At some point they had to find decent accommodation - not such a shithole. The black-haired man climbed the groaning wood, trying not to touch the totally destroyed railing. This was peppered with protruding splinters and the crusted blood residue along the shabby material clearly indicated that it was not only he who regularly injured himself when climbing stairs. Why Jonathan had insisted on moving to the top floor of all things remained a mystery to the man. Well, it was only three floors, but this decision still struck him as more than strange. It had cost him a lot of energy to carry all his electronics upstairs and then repair the missing cables piece by piece to ensure a functioning power supply in the apartment. On the first floor the work would certainly have been done in a few hours. Not in three bloody weeks. The tinkerer went to the musty wooden door to their realm and lingered on the threshold for a moment. Somehow he felt uncomfortable. In addition, the unpleasant tug in his stomach was to be interpreted as an unmistakable warning. Edward finally shrugged and pushed the handle down. If his partner was still in a bad mood, he could escape from the building at any time. Hopefully.

The black-haired man stepped into the long hallway, looked into the all-engulfing darkness. The brown-haired man had a terrible habit of turning off lights when there was no obvious reason to keep them glowing at night. Even the mention that they wouldn't pay any electricity anyway and that nobody would care because no soul lived in the immediate vicinity didn't help to change the older man's apparently final decision. So the Riddler had to live with the lurking darkness in the apartment. This had been a major change for him. Since he almost only worked at night anyway, the light was on permanently in his former hiding place and at least provided some warmth in the littered rooms. The inventor was completely overwhelmed with keeping order. There were just more important things to do and even when he got to the point where he decided to clean up a thousand other things got in his way. Absolutely pointless to try on his own. Fortunately, the firm partnership with Jonathan brought a clean instance into his chaotic life. Even if, during their weekly cleaning of his room, he had to keep listening to how it was possible that he hadn't suffocated in his own rubbish and still found something despite the mess. A small beam of light signalled to the man that the former psychiatrist was probably waiting in the living room. He crept cautiously towards the door, peeking in hesitantly. The Master of Fear sat patiently at the oblong dining table, fingers folded. He barely moved, than suddenly spoke coolly into the room: "Edward. I expected you about ten minutes earlier. Please forgive me, but I'm afraid the meal is already cold or is well on its way to cooling down completely. Come sit with me. You must be hungry after your long walk.” The Riddler froze instantly. Something was horrible wrong here. He felt his breath quicken and the walls began to get closer. Could the black-haired man have inhaled the hated fear toxin when entering the apartment? No, it wasn't possible. Jonathan was still researching a new mixture that didn't smell like death and ruin. The tinkerer slowly released himself from the rigidity and moved carefully to the table, let himself be lowered directly into the chair. A look at the plate revealed that the other had taken the trouble to serve him his favourite food. Steak with herb butter, fried potatoes and a mixture of vegetables. The man looked up slowly, studied at the otherwise usually frozen face of the older man. Jonathan smiled a little, the grey eyes twitched slightly to the side. Even though the former psychiatrist could no longer see him, Edward felt he was being watched and, above all, analysed. What the fucking hell was going on in the head of the blind man? The Master of Fear carefully took the cutlery in his hands and raised his voice, which was far too calm, again: "Don't you want anything to eat, Edward?"

The addressed swallowed a heavy lump in his throat. With trembling fingers he gripped the fork, then dropped the knife of all things on the floor while trying to hold it. Was he really that clumsy today? The Riddler picked up the cutlery and cut into the meat, watching the slightly red juice pouring out. It was grilled to the point. He started to eat, closed his eyes at the pleasant taste in his mouth. To his amazement, it wasn't quite cold yet, even if he would have preferred it to be warmer. The wine seemed to have been chosen to go with the meal and inadvertently made him smile. Edward was never averse to a fine meal. A low laugh instantly ruined the smile. The black-haired man looked up in surprise, the opals getting bigger with every passing second. He could see the Master of Fear, but something was squeezing out of the thin man's head. The loud crack of the breaking skull sounded and dark blood pressed through the pale skin, ran unhindered onto the plate beneath him. Jonathan tilted his head, gave a barely visible smile and asked inappropriately calmly: "Is something wrong, my dear?" The Riddler stumbled to his feet, knocked the chair over in this action and couldn't look away any more. Fingers dug out of the forehead of the former psychiatrist, cupped the flesh with their bloody fingernails. Gradually the hands opened the head wider, revealing the coils of the brain. The brown-haired man's face was now so covered with blood that he was practically no longer recognizable. Edward held his breath. An all-too-familiar face rose slowly from the pulsing flesh, the visage twisted into a menacing grin. The inventor muttered, almost confused: “No, that can't be. That must not be. No no no! You're not real! ”Jonathan looked down slightly, the smile on his lips widening. He replied calmly: “What is it, Edward? Do you already see ghosts or is the poison in your food finally working on your weak and simple mind?” The tinkerer took a step back with each movement of the new figure, and finally hit the icy wall. He was only breathing jerkily. The extremely loud voice of his father echoed through the living room: “What have you done again, you useless son of a cheap whore? Can't you do something right at least once in your miserable life! I can not believe it! You are so pathetic, Edward. Should I drag your hair through the apartment again so that you finally understand that you are no more valuable than the dirty rag in the kitchen with which your ungodly mother wipes the floor?"

The black-haired man immediately slumped, his hands pressed convulsively on his ears. The next moment something caught his wrists, pulled them roughly from the auricles. Again he heard the shabby voice of his father: “Don't you dare to withdraw from me, you disgrace of humanity! I'm far from done with you. Actually, you are normally not worth my precious time, but if I only see your ugly face I get fucking angry. Such an immense waste of my precious genetic material. It's a shame!” The addressee twitched under an upcoming panic attack. Cold sweat ran from his body and made him shiver. He whispered: “Please. I can't help it, father. Please ... ""Please what?", the figure in front of him shouted gruffly in his ear, pressing his forehead brutally against the wall. Another voice, unexpectedly melodic, came through the room. The tinkerer had difficulty assigning her to any person, even if she sounded strangely familiar: "What do you see now, Edward. Your father, probably. Of course, that doesn't surprise me, if we collect all the little details in your medical history.” In the same breath, the walls suddenly moved around him and the floor began to shake. To his horror, other figures climbed out of the solid materials. A cluster of people gathered around him and his father, giving him no more opportunity to escape. He could hear the faceless figures whispering as they moved closer and closer to him. His begetter growled loudly, his voice becoming more distorted with every minute: “I should beat you up on the spot, you worthless piece of shit! Do you actually know how much effort I went to raise you and what it was all for? Just so you can drag my name into the dirt! ”A heavy punch hit his stomach, causing the Riddler to drop to his knees. He coughed heavily and held his aching stomach, writhing under the strong pull. A few fingers on his chin forced him to look up. Edward stared breathlessly into his father's eyes, unable to move. Anxiety. Panic. Despair.

The older one spat in his face and hit his son's right cheek very hard.. Edward slumped to one side, lay trembling on the dusty floor. The crowd around him burst out laughing and pointing their fingers at him, some starting to applaud. “Please father,” the black-haired man breathed hoarsely, “please don't. I can't do it any more, father. Please. I just simply can't. I can't do this any more. Please...” “Shut the fuck up, you miserable failure of life!” This statement was followed by a strong kick on his chest, then another. Again and again the man kicked the tinkerer, spat out hateful insults at his own son. There was an increased, loud cracking sound and the extreme pain left no doubt that his father was breaking his ribs one after the other with brute force. The second, calm voice reached his ears again: “Hmm. I assume he is hitting you right now, right? Regrettable. Really unfortunate. Such a family tragedy with a brutal, almost barbaric alcoholic and an overwhelmed mother who cannot do more than finance his endless consumption with an unknown number of poorly paid side jobs. She probably never had time for you, did she?” His father suddenly stopped stepping on him. Edward drew his legs up slowly and put his face on his knees, crying completely abandoned in his paralysing helplessness. He didn't even notice that the figures around him were slowly disappearing into thin air and that the steady ticking of the cuckoo clock was the only sound left in the living room. Jonathan was still sitting at the dining table, gulping down the last piece of the steak. He spoke softly: “Should you decide to attack me personally again, I will give you a higher dose of poison. That should be enough as a first lesson today.” Edward clawed his black hair, trembling lost on the floorboards. After a while, the former psychiatrist walked past him and locked the door behind him, just leaving the Riddler in that pitiful position.

#DC #Batman #Riddler #Scarecrow #Jonathan Crane #edward nygma #Scriddler #Riddlecrow #arkhamverse

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Blue Moon (5/?)

New York, 1987. The air was filled with smog and the streets were ridden with crime. Just another day in paradise. Your quiet life turns upside down when a striking man moves in across from you. You’re falling, fast, into a love that could never, ever, happen…or could it?

Pale x Reader

(Could be interpreted as modern!au Kylo Ren/Reader for those who don't know who Pale is, but really this is Pale from Burn This!)

Word Count: 7200 (I know it’s a bit shorter, my apologies, school kicked my ass over midterms lol)

Warnings: N*FW content! (Language, mentions of drug use, explicit content), Violence (graphic depictions of violence [not against reader])

Also on AO3!

Chapter 5: Presents

He didn’t know what to do with himself, didn’t know how to stop shaking like he was.

He wanted to yell, he wanted to scream. He had you in his arms and felt sane for the first time in a long time, but like he was going crazy too. Was it always like this? There was somethin’ wrong with him – he had to go to the fuckin’ doctor, ask the doc why his heart was beatin’ so fuckin’ fast, ask him why –

“You’re back.” You sighed, and everything stopped, and you were holding him tight, and everything was okay.

“I told you I would be.” Pale said, not trusting his voice but talking anyway. It sounded raw and hoarse, like he’d been yelling – of course he’d been yelling. He’d been yelling for all of two fucking weeks.

“You smell like the ocean.” You said, taking in deep breaths, big deep breaths like you were trying not to cry.

Wouldn’t that’ve been somethin’? Someone crying happy tears over him.

“I haven’t fuckin’ washed these clothes, didn’t expect to be gone longer than I was.” He grumbled, and you looked up at him, smiled at him so big he could see all your teeth.

“I missed you.” You were plastered to him, wearing nothin but a pair of panties and his jacket – so you had found his jacket.

Did you find the other shit he left you? The money and the food? You looked like you were tired, like something bummed you out. Maybe you meant it, what you said. Maybe maybe maybe – he hoped you meant it.

“Yeah I bet you did.” He said, giving you a smile of his own, a certified grade-A smile.

“Kiss me?” You asked, and it was like any ounce of restraint he had had vanished.

He ripped – literally fuckin’ ripped – your panties off, pushed the jacket off your arms until it was a sad leather heap on the floor, and kissed you.

He was on you in an instant, held your upper-arms in a death grip. He wondered if you could feel his hands shaking, if you could tell they were bruising you from the strength of him. He crushed you against him, kissing you, biting at your lips, feral almost.

He felt cagey the whole fucking time he was down in Miami – a fuckin’ circus animal pacing his cage, too much pent up frustration to even fucking think straight.

“God I’m gonna fuck you so hard, I didn’t even so much as jerk off the whole fuckin’ time I was down there – can you fuckin’ believe that?” He bared his teeth at you.

You kissed him, sucked gross wet kisses onto his lips, his chin, his cheek. Licked into his mouth and walked backwards to the bed, god he had missed your bed, your shitty bed that was way too fuckin’ small but somehow just right all at once.

“You’re here now, you got me to fuck now.” You said, breathing in sharp little breaths when he gripped you too tight, pushed you onto the bed and crawled over your body.

He tweaked one of your nipples hard, made you make a face at him. He did it again, you smiled. Fuck, that smile did something to him.

“Yeah that’s right, my whore waitin’ for me – god you’re fuckin’ beautiful.” He couldn’t help but say, prying your mouth open, shoving his fingers there getting them wet.

“Are you high?” You asked, sounding funny with his hand in your mouth, all muffled.

“Yeah yeah yeah I’m high. You’d be too if you had to deal with those fuckin’ people. I don’t like planes. I don’t like the fucking turbulence or whatever the hell they tell you it is when the giant metal death trap in the sky starts rattling. So what if I’m high? Let me taste you.” He licked his lips, gathered up your spit and smeared it between his fingers, before pushing them into you.

“Pale – !” You said, a bit of a laugh to your voice, like you had been waitin’ for this for a long fucking time. Well, so was he.

“I ain’t fuckin’ had a bite of you in two fucking weeks, I’m starving over here.” He said, and you nodded, kissed him, pushed his shoulders down and spread your legs for him – fuck he loved it when you spread your legs.

He made out with your cunt, drank you down like he had never had a drop to fucking drink before. He buried his nose right between your folds, so it nudged at your clit when he worried his teeth at you. He was getting drunk off the noises you made, the little fucking whimpers and gasps, like you hadn’t been fucked in years and years and years.

Your hips kept moving, kept pushing onto him, and he almost wanted to smile, too hungry to bother. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, yanked you down to the edge of the bed where he could kneel and get proper leverage. He was so much fucking stronger than you, it made him dizzy, made him dizzy that you wanted him, wanted him to fuck you – to eat you out, to make you feel good – he was drunk he was high he was on fire.

He spared a glance to look up, but all he saw were your perfect fucking tits. You must’ve thrown your head back, and he did smile then.

You didn’t give him a warning before you came, he could just feel it, feel the way your thighs clenched down around his head, how you cried out. He tasted your come on his tongue, sucked it down and rolled your clit until it was too much and you arched your back off the bed.

He pulled back, grabbed at the flesh of your thigh, bit a hard mark there.

“You ready for me? Huh? You slut.” He asked, wiping his mouth on your stomach, making his way up your body.

He took your hands and pulled them to his belt, you quickly got the memo and undid his belt and popped the button of his trousers off, unzipped him.

“Yeah, please, give it to me, I missed it – I need it.” You said, reaching inside his pants and stroking at his cock.

“What do you need?” He panted, already dying for you, for the feeling of your now pleasantly stretched pussy swallowing his cock.

“Your big dick, please, I’m starving too.” You said, looking up at him with big eyes.

He wanted to set something on fire for you, the way you looked at him.

“We got a lot of fucking time to make up, don’t we sweetheart?” He grabbed at your jaw, and you smiled and re-settled yourself further up the bed, bringing him with you.

“Fuck.” He groaned, pushing into your wet heat for the first time after so long of not having you.

He understood now, why there were people addicted to sex, sex addicts. He got it, got it completely when he fucked you, thrust into you hard, drew those noises out of your pretty fucking mouth – he could drown in those noises.

He hiked your leg up, there were so many positions he wanted to try with you, but fuck he liked you on your back – liked the way you took him so well.

“Say my name, say my fucking name you slut.” He pushed into you harder, fucked you so hard the headboard was slamming into the wall, he was gonna fucking break it, he was gonna break the fucking wall and the headboard and he wouldn’t stop fucking you even if he did.

“Pale! Pale please, you’re so good, fuck, Pale!” You grabbed at him, your hands were all over him, in his hair digging into his back and shoulders.

He pressed a hand against your neck, covered your mouth with his own and breathed into you, breathed in your air until you were both dizzy. He spit into your mouth, right on your tongue, and you swallowed it – because of course you did.

“That’s right, god – you’re mine, ain’t that right?” The headboard slammed and slammed into the wall, solid fucking wood meeting concrete.

“I’m yours, only yours – fuck Pale!” You shouted, loud loud loud, tears in your eyes kind of loud.

You reached down for a second, but he snatched your wrist and bit down on your hand, pinned it above you.

“No – you get to come on my cock or not at all, you got that whore?” He wanted you to come just from this, just from his dick fucking into you, just from the force of him.

“Okayokayokay.” You nodded, crying – so wet, slippery all over, sweating crying, coming, and coming and coming and coming.

“I’m – fuck I’m going to come.” He had wanted to last, but it was too much, so much all at once, you felt too good, he could feel you coming around him.

“Do it, please, come in me, Pale.” You nodded encouragingly, hands flexing from where he had it pinned.

“Fuck – !” Pale said, shoving so far up into you that he pushed you up the bed with the force of it.

He came and he saw stars and fireworks, and there was all this fucking applause inside his head –

…Until he wasn’t so sure it just in his brain, and he wasn’t so sure the fireworks weren’t real, and he was confused and exhausted and the coke had worn off and he didn’t know what the fuck was going on.

“What the fuck was that?” He asked you, panting into your tits, just wanting to feel his skin on yours. He was too hot, sweating in his clothes.

“It’s New Year’s eve.” You said, breathing hard just the same, your eyes glazed over and a satisfied smile dancing on your lips.

He experimentally thrust his hips slowly, starting to go soft but wanting to shove all his come deep inside you, smiling at you when you hissed at the oversensitivity of it.

He pulled out, discarded the rest of his clothes, threw them right on the fucking floor, not giving a shit about the pleats in his pants.

You reached for him, and something in his chest hitched, the way you reached for him.

He laid down next to you, pulled you too close, too tight to him, but you were like putty in his arms, still pliant and so so fucking warm.

He was exhausted, the stress, the flight, the fucking – all of it.

Out of the window you both watched the fireworks, a calm coming over Pale that he hadn’t felt in a long fucking time.

He’d deal with that later.

For now, he wrapped an arm around your waist, his chest pressing into your back, and watched the fireworks.

“Happy new year, (Y/N).” He whispered when he could feel his eyes growing heavy.

You turned around to face him, shuffled as close as you could, and kissed him sweetly, too sweet, sweeter than he fucking deserved. You gently nuzzled your nose against his, pressed a kiss to his cheek. Sweet, sweet, sweet.

“Happy new year, Pale.” You whispered back, and it was, for the first fucking time – it was.

He stayed the night again, couldn’t bear to leave you yet, not after just fucking getting back. Not yet. He’d stay. This wouldn’t become regular, he told himself as he blinked awake, he wouldn’t get used to this, but for now he’d stay.

You were still asleep.

He liked the way you looked when you were asleep.

It wasn’t peaceful exactly, and that troubled him, but fucking everything troubled him, so he didn’t read too much into it. If something happened, you’d tell him about it.

He missed you. Fuck what a sentimental thing to think, he thought, but he missed you.

His hand felt strange, naked without his ring. He felt naked, like he was lying. He was a liar. But he wasn’t really, not if you really think about it. Or so he tells himself.

It was too early, always too early and Pale was awake.

So he watched you.

Watched the way you puffed breath out of your lips onto his chest, watched how your nose twitched and your fingers clenched every now and again. He wondered what the fuck you were dreaming about, if you remembered your dreams. He hadn’t had a dream in a long time. Maybe he’d ask you when you woke up.

He had his arms around you, smiled at that. See? He’d say, see it’s fuckin’ natural, you bein’ in my arms. Don’t even need to be awake to know that’s where you fuckin’ belong.

He’d say that, maybe.

Maybe he did say it, out loud.

It was too quiet, too hard to tell.

It didn’t matter, you weren’t awake to hear it anyway.

“I’m gonna take you to central park.” He whispered, “I’m gonna rent us a fuckin’ rowboat and kiss you on the fucking lake. It’ll be like a post-card. You’d like that, huh?”

You didn’t answer – of course you didn’t, you were asleep.

Why the fuck would you answer?

He waited a minute for you to answer anyway.

“I used to collect post-cards as a kid, we didn’t travel much though, it wasn’t a very good fuckin’ collection. I almost sent you one from Miami – what a fucking nightmare of a trip that was.” He whispered, talking to you, wondering if somewhere deep down in dream-land you could hear him.

You just breathed, in and out, drooled on his chest.

“You got me, you know that? You got me real fuckin’ good. I think I’m dying sometimes, when I think about you.” He frowned, not liking how that sounded, “Not in a fuckin’ bad way or nothing. Or maybe it is. I don’t know. This ain’t bad, you ain’t bad. You’re too good. Too good for me, too good for your own good.”

In and out, in and out.

“Sometimes you make me feel like I’m losin’ it. Maybe I am fuckin’ losing it. I don’t know. You make me jumpy, I’m always fuckin’ thinking about you. I’d do anything you want, you know that? Any fucking thing. I’d kill someone for you, no fuckin’ joke. That’s how good you got me.”

He stared out your window, stared at his own, cold apartment.

“You know I didn’t even check my place yet?” He whispered, “I came straight here. Fucking threatened a guy with a tire iron for a parking spot, that’s how fucked you got me. I had to see you, and now look at you, you’re asleep.”

He didn’t need to look back at you to know you were still asleep, so he kept staring out your window.

He stared until the sun came up.

Stared until you stirred in his arms, and then he blinked, and suddenly the room was filled with golden light, like he had missed the part where it was all fuckin’ bright and pink and pretty, that’s how long he’d been staring.

“Pale?” You beamed up at him, and he found he didn’t miss the sunrise so much.

“The one and only.” He said softly, getting that starstruck fuckin’ feeling again.

You hummed a sleepy laugh, started stretching out on top of him, easing out the sleep from the muscles in your legs, your arms.

You couldn’t get very far, he was holding you too tight. He didn’t want to let you go get, not yet.

He could feel the heat of your cunt from where it pressed against his thigh, let one of his hands roam on over, slip into you.

“Mmm.” You sighed, your eyes closing again, licking your lips as he stroked your pussy.

“Just stay relaxed for me, would ya?” He asked, sliding out from under you.

You buried your face into his pillow, took in big breaths, getting the smell of him. He moved behind you, kneaded your ass in his hands.

His cock was hard, like it always fucking was when you were around, and you were so hot from sleeping that it was practically fucking drooling all over you, begging for you. He didn’t even bother denying it, he lifted your hips and held them as he thrust into you, making you make little gasps from over on the pillow.

Your cunt made the most obscene noises, even more so when he spit onto his dick and fucked it into you, making the drag easier.

“Pale.” You sighed, tucked your calves under you to prop yourself up better for him.

“Fuck, (Y/N).” He mumbled, pushing his hips right up against you, holding you there, holding your ass right in his fucking hands at seven-thirty in the fucking morning.

He was glad he told Jerry he’d not be back for another fucking day or two, glad he didn’t have to stop fucking you.

He fucked you like that, not nearly as hard as he was gonna after breakfast, but hard enough to get you coming all over your bedsheets, hard enough to come in you.

He pulled out, fed his come back into you, pushed it all right back into that fucking cunt of yours. He patted your ass, he was fucking thirsty.

“Good morning.” You grinned at him, blissed out.

“Nine-teen-eighty-fuckin’-eight.” He whistled low, caged you in his arms, hovered over you.

“A whole ‘nother year, can you believe it?” You asked, reaching up to kiss him. You tasted sour, but he didn’t mind, he kissed you back.

“No.” He said, making you smile. He rolled off, stretched his back and his arms, “We gotta use the bathroom, come on.”

“Will you make breakfast?” You asked, lookin’ real fuckin’ pretty with your nipples out and perky like that.

He just had to lean over and kiss at your tits, who the fuck could blame him?

“What kind of rhetorical fuckin’ question is that, of course I’m making breakfast. But you don’t want to fuckin’ sit at the table covered in dried sweat and come, it’ll itch.” He said.

“It’s already itchin’.” You laughed, and he smacked your thigh lightly.

“See?” He pulled you up, you held onto his hand on your way to the bathroom.

He tried not to think about that feeling in his chest.

“It’s really incon-fucking-venient you don’t have a shower, you know that?” He frowned, wrinkled up his nose at the thought of getting into an entire bath.

He had forgotten for a fucking second, that you didn’t have a shower.

“Yeah I know.” You smiled, settling into the hot water.

You didn’t bother with bubbles, this wasn’t a long fuckin’ soak, this was a scrub-down, and he could at least appreciate that. He climbed in after you, settled behind you, washed your back.

You felt kind of distant, it made him anxious.

“You okay?” He asked, real serious. He could be serious, he was always fuckin’ serious.

“Yeah, I’m okay, promise.” You said taking his hand, his left hand, kissing the knuckles there, not sayin’ nothing about the ring, or lack there of. “Just thinkin’, is all.”

“Thinkin’ about what?” He prompted, letting you hold and kiss his hand.

“Lots of things. I got you something for the holidays.” You smiled at him.

“Why the fuck’d you do that?” He frowned back, making you smile even bigger.

“Because I felt like it. It ain’t nothing big, don’t worry.” You let go of his hand, but he just grabbed yours anyway, his turn to kiss at you.

“I got you something too.” He said, and you rolled your eyes, he could practically hear you callin’ him a fuckin’ hypocrite.

“We can have a good ol’ fashioned exchange.” You hummed happily.

“After breakfast?” He asked, with a raised eyebrow. He needed to go down to his fucking car and get everything for you, it was a lot of stuff.

“Yeah, what’re you making?” You asked, and he splashed you with some water, trying to wipe the smug grin off your face.

It didn’t work.

He didn’t mind.

The two of you stayed in the tub until you were clean and impatient, toweled off and shrugged into clean underwear. Pale tugged a wife-beater on, briefs and a pair of socks, it was fuckin’ cold in your kitchen. You were wearing one of his shirts, and he had to kiss you for it, just fucking had to.

“You like tea?” He asked against your lips, kissing the corner of your mouth before going on a hunt in the cabinets for a kettle.

“I don’t drink it that much, not as much as coffee.” You said, and he liked that about you, liked that you were honest like that. “But yeah, I like it.”

“It’s calm, you know? Good to start the year off with calm.” He said, all sorts of shit clanging around in the cabinets as he pulled out one of those old-fashioned-whistle-on-the-stove kinds of kettles.

“You started the year off with come.” You said, a big cheesy smile on your face.

“You think you’re real fuckin’ funny, don’t you?” He asked, fighting a smile of his own.

“You’re laughing, ain’t ya?” You asked, and fuck, he did let out one then.

“Come here and put that mouth to good use.” He said, putting the kettle on the stove.

It was gonna need some time to heat up anyway, and you looked too good sitting in his fucking shirt like that.

He was thinkin’ you were gonna just come over and kiss him, so when you sank down to your knees and rubbed your face all over the front of his fuckin’ briefs, he had to almost steel himself against the counter with how hard he got so fucking fast.

Looking up at him, you tugged his underwear down his thighs, wasting no time at all sucking him off.

You were an actual fucking angel, he decided, right then and there. An angel with a tongue sent straight from Heaven.

He took a fistful of your hand and held your head in place, but you weren’t in any hurry or nothin’, sucking his dick and drooling all over yourself.

“I’m gonna fuck your throat.” He announced, and you hummed around him, opened your throat for him, stuck your tongue out for him.

He thrust lazily into your throat, wished he could see the way it looked bulging out your neck as he did, but the way your eyes shut and the corner of your mouth lifted was good enough for him – it was more than fucking good enough.

He fucked your mouth until he was close to coming, and then backed off, letting you suck and suck and lick and kiss his cock and his balls and scratch at his thighs until he was there, painting your smiling mouth and cheeks.

The kettle whistled, startling you.

“Tea time?” You asked, wiping your face with the back of your hand.

“Yeah,” he replied, dazed, “Tea time.”

He kept you in bed all fucking day, fucked you for most of it.

He just couldn’t get enough of you – didn’t want to. He’d never ever fucking get tired of this, get used to it, the feeling of your skin on his, the faces you made for him and the noises he ripped out of your throat.

You were so loud for him, doing all the right fucking things that drove him wild – you drove him wild, did you know that? Did you know? He didn’t know, he was balls-deep and he didn’t fucking know anything.

He was fucking you when there was a pounding on the front door, kept fucking you still, thinking it was just the headboard – how’d you not put a fucking hole in the wall yet?

The banging didn’t stop, but it was clearly aggravating you just as much as it was him, so he slowed his hips enough – not all the fucking way, but enough – to try and pay attention.

“What the fuck is that?” He asked, looking down at you.

You were covering your face, mortified.

“Oh my god, Pale – I think that’s the neighbor.” You said, trying not to burst into a fit of embarrassed laughter.

“Neighbor?” Pale asked, and then he laughed, making you laugh then, freely.

He swore he never fucking laughed this much during sex – wasn’t so sure he hadn’t laughed this much ever.

“Yeah, Eric, he normally works day shifts, I guess he’s home for the holiday.” You burned, the mood practically destroyed with each fuckin’ bang on the front door.

“Fuck this – ” He sucked his teeth, pulling out of you cold turkey and rummaging around the floor for his briefs.

“Pale!” You gasped, watching him storm out the room.

He heard you yank the sheet off the bed, saw you wrap it around yourself through his peripheral vision as he made his way to the pounding front fuckin’ door.

He yanked it open, coming face to face with a pasty brown-haired guy that was maybe half Pale’s fuckin’ size.

The guy, Eric, immediately gulped, clearly not expecting him.

“Hey man, I’m glad you two are having a good fuckin’ time over here but you gotta knock it the fuck off, it’s one in the afternoon. We’re trying to have lunch.” Poor fuckin’ guy tried to stand his ground.

Unlucky for him, Pale didn’t like that attitude too much.

“What the fuck you say to me?” He asked, clenching his jaw.

Eric must have just fuckin’ noticed the state of things, and awkwardly looked away – served him right, bastard coming over to ruin the fuckin’ party.

“Jesus could you put some clothes on?” He asked, and Pale glared.

“Listen pal, go back to your fuckin’ apartment before I make you regret this little fuckin’ interruption.” He said, tall and unmoving as a fucking mountain. “Me and (Y/N) were having a real nice time before you decided to get off your flat ass and walk over to our door and bang on it like you were some fuckin’ fireman checking for a heads-up. You ever heard of ringing the fuckin’ doorbell? You tellin’ me you’re so fuckin’ uncivilized that not only do you gotta interrupt a man fucking his woman, but you don’t even have the decency to ring the doorbell?”

“I don’t mean no fuckin’ trouble, it’s just embarrassing hearing all the fuckin’ yelling.” Eric said, blushin’ real bright.

“You got a girl?” Pale clicked his tongue, growing impatient.

“What?” Eric asked, dumb.

“What?’ A wife, a girlfriend, a fucking fuck buddy?” He snapped.

“Yeah I got a wife.” Eric gulped.

“Then why the fuck are you standing here instead of eatin’ her pussy, huh?” He asked, and you groaned.

“Pale, oh my god.” You covered your face, had to leave the room you were gonna start laughing so fucking hard.

Pale wasn’t laughing. He was pissed he wasn’t coming all over your tits right now.

“Maybe if you made your old lady yell half as loud, we wouldn’t fuckin’ be here, huh?” He sneered at Eric, before slamming the door in his face.

“Pale! You’re gonna get me evicted I swear to god.” You shook your head from the living room.

“Yeah? So what, you’re too good for this fucking place anyway.” He sucked his teeth, tugged your hand and walked into the bedroom. “Come on, we’re gonna have a little fun…”

Soon he was fucking you harder and faster than he had, making a real big show of it, making you shout and yell and slamming the fucking headboard against the wall, pounding against the concrete with his fucking fists.

“Fuck! God you’re so fucking good.” He panted, holding your jaw and licking your teeth.

“Oh – oh!” You could barely get any words out, that’s how fucking hard he was ramming his cock into you.

“Say my name, you whore, come on say it!” He couldn’t keep his own grunts and groans quiet, the effort from fucking you alone had his throat raw.

“Pale! You’re so fucking good – I’m your whore, yours Pale.” You shouted, an angel an angel an angel, all for him, his fucking whore, his girl, his his his.

“You fuckin’ hear that? You hear that 5-A? You fucking hear that 5-B? 5-D?” He shouted, the veins in his fucking neck popping from the volume of it.

“Pale you’re going to get the cops called on us.” You laughed, burying your face into his neck, moaning high and loud as he railed you.

“So what, let them come, I’ll fuck you right in front of them.” He sneered, eyes lighting up when he felt you clench real fuckin’ hard around him. “Oh, you like that? Dirty girl, you like giving shows, that’s right, that’s fuckin’ right, isn’t it?”

“Fuck.” You blushed, and fuckin’ bingo.

“Maybe I’ll invite them over, make em watch as I fuck you right in front of them, spread your fucking pussy for them – they can look but they can’t fucking touch, ain’t that right?” He was sweating, always so fucking sweaty, he bit down on your jaw.

“Yeah, only you Pale.” You nodded, before another loud cry slipped outta your lips, making him smirk.

“God you’re so fucking sexy, you know that? Perfect fucking slut, fuck.” He couldn’t look at you without coming right on the fucking spot, wanted to make sure you got to first, had to warn you “I’m gonna come in you and you’re gonna fuckin’ thank me for it, you got that?”

“I got it – Pale, let me come? Please?” You begged, sounded so fuckin’ pretty when you begged.

“Say it louder honey.” He said, and you smiled, smiled so wide for him.

“Can I come? Please let me come.” You yelled, breaking into a laugh that he muffled with a hand over your mouth.

“Go ahead.” He grunted, grinding into you hard and fast, and you came

“Fuck – ”

“Oh shit.” He came with you, and he slapped his fucking hand against the wall one last time before his muscles shook from the thrill of the whole fucking thing, and he fell down on top of you, the two of you breathing real hard.

“Thank you, thank you Pale.” You said, dizzy, blissed out and fucking perfect.

“Anything for you doll.” He found himself saying, anything anything.

“I got your voicemails.” You said, a long time later.

It was well into the afternoon, the two of you alternating between eating, dozing off in the sunlight, and fucking like rabbits.

You looked good in the sun, looked good in general. He missed bein’ able to look at you, drank in the sight of you. He was so thirsty.

He smoked a cigarette, the nicotine soothing his nerves, how the fuck was he so relaxed and so fucking jumpy at the same time?

“Some of them weren’t too pretty, huh?” He finally said.

The voicemails were the only fucking thing keeping him sane, down in Miami.

Down in Miami, that should be the name of a fuckin’ movie, he thought.

Down down down. He’d been real down. Yellin’ and fighting and yellin’ some more. In lows and wives and kids and aunts and uncles, it was too fuckin’ hot in Miami.

He’d done too much coke, down in Miami. That sounded like a line to a song.

Maybe he was losing it.

“I liked hearing your voice, I wish I coulda called you back.” You said, and he sighed. He wished you coulda called him too.

“I couldn’t risk her picking the fucking phone up.” He explained, but you just nodded.

“I know, I know.” You said, real gracious – you had always been so gracious about him, about his fucking mistakes and his fuck-ups.

He wondered what went on in your head, how you rationalized all of it. He didn’t think he’d ever find anyone like you, anyone that liked him like you liked him. You made him dizzy, he told you that once, didn’t he? You were always too gracious, too sweet, making him dizzy.

Miami had been bad, but maybe it wasn’t Miami. Maybe he’d take you down there and bring you to the beach and rub sunscreen all over you and fuck you real good while the sun set over the ocean. Maybe he’d show you where he threw his fucking ring over the pier, maybe he’d see some loser with a fuckin’ metal detector finding it, fishing it out of the ocean. It wasn’t worth much or nothin’ there were no diamonds on it, it was just the silver band.

But it was at the bottom of the fucking ocean now, and he was here, in your bed, and you were kissing his neck real sweet, too sweet.

“Catch me up, what’d I fuckin’ miss while I was sweating my ass off down there?” He asked, tucking some of your loose hair behind your ear, pinching playfully at your earlobe.

“Nothin’ much. Went to work, came home.” You shrugged.

“That’s all?” He frowned, that couldn’t be all.

“That’s all.” You shrugged again, and he gave you a stare that brooked no fuckin’ argument, making you sigh. “Well, there was this thing, with Marty.”

His blood ran cold.

“I’ll kill him.” He went real still real fast, mind already spinning.

“No, I’m okay, he was flirtin’, that’s all. Wouldn’t quit it. I didn’t like the way he was talking about you.” You frowned, and he sat up real fast, the room spinning.

Flirting. He was flirting with you, that no good son of a bastard fucking bitch –

“What’d he say about me?” He asked, jaw clenched and eyebrows knit.

The universe was hell fucking bent on pissing him off today, wasn’t it?

“Nothing but bullshit.” You said, frowning too. Pale didn’t like it when you frowned like that, made your forehead all creased up, made your big eyes angry. No one was supposed to fucking make you angry.

“He touch you?” Pale asked, quiet, so quiet, like if he spoke he’d scream. Maybe he would scream.

“Tried holding my hand.” You nodded.

He snapped.

“I’m gonna fucking kill him.” He snarled, and threw the covers off of him.

His blood was pounding in his ears, he could only think about one fucking thing at a time but a hundred different fucking thoughts came at him all at once.

What if he had hurt you?

Did he make you cry?

He had to teach the fucking punk a lesson, but first he had to find his fucking pants.

He picked up the wrinkled pair that he had thrown down the night before, the pleats were all wrong but it didn’t fucking matter because he was about to get blood all over them anyway. Where was his shirt? No shirt no shoes no service.

“Hey, why don’t you kiss me a little first, huh? Calm you down some.” You tried, bless you you fuckin’ tried, but he wasn’t having it.

He found his shirt, angry, so fucking angry – he goes away for two god damned weeks and the scum of the earth thinks it can run fuckin’ wild and free, not on his watch, not now that he was fucking back.

“Is he downstairs?” Pale asked, careful not to be harsh with you, careful to be gentle.

He didn’t want you to be afraid of him, but fuck he couldn’t stop, he had to do something – had to teach Marty not to touch what was his.

“Of course he’s downstairs.” You said, not sounding afraid.

Thank god for that, Pale thought.

“I’ll kiss you later, we’re gonna go have a little fuckin’ chat with him.” Pale scowled, leaning in to kiss you anyway.

You looped your arms around his neck and he kissed you and you kissed him and and and. He was shaking, shaking from rage, he wished he were drunk, or high, or maybe that he could just keep kissing you. He had to beat the shit out of Marty – fucking Marty.

“Pale you can’t go killing the deli guy, who’s gonna make our sandwiches if you do?” You asked, and he laughed, how were you so perfect?

“I can fucking make them.” He said, smiling and kissing you before the smile dropped and he was shoving his feet into his fucking boots and you were scrambling to get dressed while he stormed downstairs.

The deli was thankfully, empty. It was Friday, but it was just before the fucking lunch rush.

Marty glared at him through the fucking window, and Pale shoved the door open with a little more force than necessary. Maybe he slammed it a little too hard, maybe. Who fucking cares, he thought. Two seconds later you showed up, lookin’ real pretty with your hair pinned up and in whatever decent clothes you had close-by. Pale opened the door softer for you, held it for you as you walked in, held his hand in your own.

Marty didn’t like that, didn’t like the look of you standing with your hand in his, so he turned to leave, but Pale wasn’t having none of that.

“Hey!” He called to get Marty’s attention, fuming, absolutely fucking seething with rage. “You fuckin’ botherin’ my girl?”

That got his attention, and he spun on his heel, lookin’ incredulous in a stupid way.

“Since when is she your girl?” Marty demanded, a crazed look in his eye.

Pale was smart enough to know all the fuckin’ ways this guy probably knew how to butcher something, but he was also mad enough to not give a shit. He gave your hand a squeeze without even realizing it, detangled your fingers from his own so he could walk right up to the counter.

“Since always, dipshit – now listen, I’m a real reasonable fuckin’ guy, so I’m only gonna break your face into two pieces instead of two-fucking-hundred, you got that?” He asked, cracking his knuckles.

“What – ” Marty didn’t even get a fucking sentence out before Pale had grabbed him by the apron, and was hauling him over the counter, away from the fucking knives and the machines that could probably take his head off.

He hadn’t gotten into a good ol’ fashioned fist fight in a couple of months, he was itching all over from it, crazy, he felt crazy.

The first punch landed right in Marty’s gut, his stomach tensing but not having enough muscle to do much about it. He went reeling, doubling over from the pain of it.

The second punch was right to his fucking face, right on the cheek – he’d knock out a couple fucking teeth if he were lucky.

Marty managed to get a couple hits in, staggering to his feet and throwing his fists wildly, they were uncoordinated, he was clear he didn’t know how to fucking fight. He did get a couple hits, right in Pale’s side and an upper-cut that knocked his jaw up a little, but Pale just went feral on him, beat his face into oblivion.

Pale couldn’t focus on anything, too focused on everything all at once. He pushed and shoved Marty into shelves, up against the counter, choked him and punched him and punched him and punched him. Even kneed him in the fucking stomach, knocked the wind right out of him.

“I told you he wasn’t gonna like it.” You said, leaning against the door, blocking the view from anyone seeing or coming in.

Pale grabbed Marty by the front of his now very stained apron, pointed his face in the direction of where you were standing.

“She don’t want you to fucking touch her, you don’t touch her. She don’t want to flirt with you, you don’t fucking flirt with you, you got that?” He seethed.

“Fuck you, you piece of shit.” Marty spit blood out onto the floor, onto his own fucking floor – now Pale had seen a lot of poor restaurant practices, but that one took the fucking cake as far as he was concerned – before glaring at you. “Aren’t you gonna fucking do something?”

He didn’t mean that to be to you, did he? He had a whole ‘nother fucking thing coming if he thought he was going to fucking talk to you like that.

You shook your head, shrugged at him, and Pale growled low in his fucking throat, “You don’t get to talk to her like that.”

He had half a mind to snap the man’s fucking neck, but he settled on bashing Marty’s head into the counter and letting him fall to the ground unbalanced.

If he went any further, he’d kill him.

He looked back at you, still standing there, just watching, wary. You didn’t run away yet, didn’t call him dangerous, didn’t tell him you were afraid of him, not yet anyway. He took Marty’s dishtowel and wiped his hands down, decided not to kill him.

Instead, he looked Marty dead in the fucking eye as he picked the phone off the wall, dialed 9-1-1.

“Operator? Yeah, there’s been some kind of fight here – yeah sure thing, no he’s okay, just a little beat up.” He answered the questions the woman on the other end of the line asked, and then hung up.

He took out a stack of hundred dollar bills and went around the counter, stuck it in the fucking register.

“Don’t fuck with her again.” He said, jabbing a finger in his fucking direction.

Marty nodded, sitting up. He really wasn’t that beat up, just had some nasty bruising and maybe a broken fucking nose. Big deal, who didn’t have a broken nose every once in a while?

“We cool?” Pale asked, and Marty nodded again.

“Yeah, we’re cool.” Marty said, “Sorry (Y/N).”

“It’s alright Marty.” You replied, reaching your hand out to Pale.

The fucking knuckles were split, and he knew your medicine cabinet didn’t have everything he needed to stitch them back up, which meant –

“Come on, let’s go.” He said, taking your hand in his, leading you out of the deli.

No one on the streets had known nothin’, not one single person bothered to look or to care. Pale crossed the street, actually fucking waited for the little green man to pop up on the sign so you wouldn’t get hit by a fuckin’ car – no one knows how to drive in this damn city – crossed the street and held your hand and tried to breathe.

“Where are we going?” You asked, confused.

“To my place.” He sighed, and you immediately perked up with interest, about to ask probably a thousand questions – and rightfully so – but he put a hand up, “When we get inside, okay? I’m bleeding all over the fuckin’ sidewalk.”

“Everyone bleeds on the sidewalk sometimes.” You shrugged, but you were smiling, and you weren’t running from him, or crying, or hurt, or angry, and that’d what mattered to Pale in that moment.

So much for starting the year off with calm, he thought, but with the way you were smiling at him, the way you held onto his arm like you were his date at some big fucking gala, the way you helped him push the button on the elevator, the way you just were, he knew things were going to be okay.

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1899-newsboy-strike · 5 years

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Ice Cold Accident - Modern JoJo De La Guerra Imagine

Requested:Hi! I love your writing and I just wanted to ask if you could do a dramatic kinda thing with JoJo x reader?? Dramatic as in like, near-death, went ice skating with all the newsies as friends and reader falls through? Love it, and you, please and thank you!

Warnings: near-death experience, drowning, mention of a nightmare

Summary: One trip to Katherine’s Dad’s cabin leads to something no one ever expected.

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“Come on, it’s going to be fun.” JoJo reassured you while you both packed. “It’s only going to be fun because you’ll be there.” You explained wrapping your arms around his neck. “It will be fun, I promise.” He said pulling you in for a long kiss. “Okay… let’s hurry up, Jack’s coming to pick us up in half an hour.” You explained when you saw the time on the clock. “I told you we should’ve packed last night.” You shook your head shoving the rest of your clothes into the suitcase. Once you were done you and JoJo sat on the curb outside your apartment, his arm wrapped around your waist, your head resting on his shoulder.

The sound of a horn caused you to jump in JoJo’s arms. “It’s too early.” You groaned helping JoJo put your bags in the back of the van. “Hey, Y/N, JoJo.” Katherine greeted while you both climbed into the van going into the back. “Hey, you’re sure this van is big enough for all of us?” JoJo asked, helping you with your seatbelt before you cuddled into his side. “A tight fit, but yeah.” Jack nodded, starting the van before taking off to pick everyone else up. For the rest of the car ride you had fallen asleep against JoJo, and one by one everyone that was picked up fell asleep in the car since it had been before five o’clock.

An hour into the drive everyone began to get rowdy, not letting anyone sleep. You stared out the window enjoying the scenery you were passing, smiling at JoJo’s hand that had been rubbing your thigh for the past half hour. You turned placing a kiss on his cheek, earning a gag from Race who had been seated next to JoJo. You shifted in your seat slightly, reaching over and flicking Race’s ear making him swat your hand away. The rest of the ride you and JoJo listened to music together in silence.

Everyone grabbed their things from the back of the van, one by one, making their way inside the cabin. It didn’t take long for everyone to set up their sleeping bags and blankets on the floor, putting on gloves, scarves, and beanies once the idea of a snowball fight was put out there. Quickly two teams were created, all of you running outside neglecting the teams as everyone started to throw snowballs at anyone they could. You had been hit too many times to count, but you had also gotten JoJo a ridiculous amount of times since he stayed closest to you. He tackled you into the snow making you let out a giggle as you shoved him off of you, shoving snow in his face.

You all went back inside, some of the boys helping make the fire in the fireplace, while you and Katherine grabbed a handful of mugs each, getting the hot chocolate on the stove started. You sat on the counter, waiting for the milk to get hot and heard Katherine mutter “Oh my god.” From next to you. You turned to see what she was looking at and found that the boys were playing with the fire. “Hot chocolate is ready!” Katherine lied making the boys trip over themselves to the counter. “Stop messing around before you guys burn this place down.” She warned them once they realized it wasn’t ready. You hopped off the counter tossing the chocolate into the milk, cursing to yourself as the hot milk splashed onto your hand.

Once it was ready Katherine poured hot chocolate into each of the mugs while you grabbed whipped cream out of the fridge, and mini marshmallows from the cupboard. Everyone grabbed a mug tossing in marshmallow, putting on whipped cream, or both. JoJo walked up to you with his drink, and smeared whipped cream on your nose. “Hey!” You laughed shoving him away from you. You went to wipe your nose, but he caught your hand leaning forward licking it off your nose, causing your nose to scrunch up. Before you knew it, after you’d all settled down and planned out the neck day, you all went to sleep.

You woke up to the smell of food and the sun shining in your face. You wiggled your way out of JoJo’s arms, making your way to the little kitchen. “Do you need help?” You asked Katherine while you stretched. “No, but if you want to go help Jack bring down the skates we rented you can.” She explained pointing to the front door. “Okay.” You nodded making your way out the door. “Everyone’s up already?” Jack asked when he saw you walking toward him. “No, where I’m sleeping with JoJo, the sun was in my face.” You explained grabbing as many shoes as you could, both of you making your way back inside.

When the food was ready, everyone had been awake for a while, all of you getting up to get a plate of food one by one. You were sat on JoJo’s lap, everyone eating and talking amongst themselves. “Wait, so we’re skiing on the lake?” You asked JoJo once you remembered what you all were doing today. “Yeah.” He confirmed, and you let out a sigh. “Great.” You muttered sarcastically, feeling nervous knotts form in your stomach. “It’ll be fun, don’t worry.” JoJo kissed the back of your head. “Okay.” You nodded, taking a deep breath to push your unrealistic worries to the back of your head.

Your heart was racing, your grip on JoJo’s hand so tight that you could have been cutting off the circulation. “I don’t even know how to do this.” You whispered looking up at him. “I’ll show you, you can hold onto me until you get the hang of it.” He explained, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze before he pulled you onto the ice. The longer he taught you what you were doing, the more your nerves went away. You finally started to have fun letting go of your boyfriend when you felt ready to skate by yourself.

You were all spread apart from each other, and your fears decided to become a reality. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion, you heard the ice under your feet crack, but by then it was too late, your body falling into the cold water. The splash echoed around you, and JoJo’s heart jumped into his throat when he didn’t see you anywhere near him. You were struggling under the water, it soaked your heavy coat making it even heavier, and harder to swim. You couldn’t seem to reach the surface, water making its way into your nose and mouth, your legs kicking the best you could, trying your best to reach the surface.

JoJo was the first one to get to the opening, the rest of your friends deciding to keep a safe distance so the ice wouldn’t break any further. Luckily for both you and JoJo, as soon as he peered into the hole he saw you floating arms distance from him. He quickly reached in ignoring the bite of the cold water, getting a firm grip on you before tugging you out as fast as he could. Your body shivered in his arms, water sputtering out of your nose and mouth as you coughed it up. Your grip on JoJo’s arms were tight, air finally filling your lungs once all the water had come back up. “Go start the fire and get blankets.” JoJo explained looking over at his friends before helping you up.

“Are you okay?” He asked, picking up your shivering body not caring that your soaked clothes were soaking his own. You gave him a small nod clinging to him, appreciating the little warmth that was coming from him. He quickly got you back to the cabin thanking whoever had started the fire. JoJo helped you out of your wet clothes, and got you fresh ones before dragging you to the fire throwing several blankets around you once he saw your blue lips. JoJo sat with you rubbing your hands between his to warm them up.

After a while you were still shivering, but it had definitely gotten better than when you had just gotten back. “You okay Y/N?” Katherine asked, handing you a steaming hot cup of hot chocolate hoping that’d help warm you up. “Y-yeah, I’m f-fine.” You nodded through chattering teeth before thanking her for the hot chocolate. You appreciated the warm cup against your cold hands, finally warming up more because of the hot liquid. “I’m sorry.” JoJo apologized making you look over at him with a confused look. “For what?” You asked feeling his arms tighten around you. “I should’ve kept an eye on you. You wouldn’t have fallen in.” He explained, looking down in shame. “Don’t blame yourself. You couldn’t have known it was going to happen.” You reassured him rubbing his arm softly.

That night everyone had gone to sleep quickly aside from you and JoJo. After a while the fear had finally left the both of you, and you both fell asleep in each others arms. You were fine the entire night, sleeping peacefully until you were woken up by being jerked awake from JoJo having a nightmare from the events that happened hours before. You heard JoJo’s heavy breathing, but he let out a sigh of relief when his hands found you again. “Sorry.” he apologized once he realized he woke you up. “It’s okay.” You whispered nuzzling into him. While you fell asleep you realized JoJo wouldn’t forgive himself about what happened for a long time.

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mosylufanfic · 6 years

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And Sings the Tune Without the Words

Killervibe Fanfiction Week: Friends to Lovers

@killervibedaily

Title from Emily Dickinson's "Hope is the thing with feathers" because I fuckin' love that poem. The jerky bakery customer is dedicated to my dearest @hedgiwithapen who’s been listening to me flail about these different stories for a month.

And Sings the Tune Without the Words

When she looked through the window and saw them putting out the new tray of cheese buns, Caitlin ducked into the bakery and got right in line. They were the best cheese buns in the city and you could almost never get them because they sold out so fast.

"Four to a customer," the baker repeated to the person in front of her, who'd asked for the entire tray. "No. Four."

She pulled out her phone and took a picture of the tray, sending it to Cisco without context.

The person in front of her had just finished threatening to smear the bakery's name all over Yelp - "Go ahead," the baker said, unruffled, "I'm the owner and I will ban your ass," - when the bell over the door jingled. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at Cisco.

"Oh my god," he murmured, getting in line behind her. "Is it my birthday?"

"The limit is four," she murmured back.

"Roger that."

The first customer stomped past Caitlin with a giant pout and no cheese buns, and she stepped up, smiling brightly. "Four, please," she said, credit card already ready.

When Cisco had received his own brown paper bag of hot, puffy, aromatic cheese buns, he paused to stare down at Caitlin as she perched on the window ledge outside the bakery, savoring her first bun.

"Really?" he said. "You're going to sit here and eat them?"

She licked a smear of melted butter off her thumb. "Let me put it to you this way. Really? You're going to take your fresh, delicious, four-and-only-four-to-a-customer cheese buns from Cameron's, back to Star Labs? Where there are currently two speedsters with insatiable appetites, plus Ralph?"

He contemplated that. "You're right. Move over." He sat hip-to-hip with her and fished his first bun out of the bag. "Mmmmm," he groaned when he bit in.

"I know," she sighed, wiping her mouth and diving back into her own bag for her second. "How do they do it?"

"Wishcraf'," he said, voice muffled through his mouthful.

She nodded. Magic had to be the only explanation.

Cisco finished his first bun and sighed with pleasure. "What is Ralph still doing here, anyway?"

"I genuinely don't know," she said. "Wasn't he moving to Iowa?"

"I thought so. Guess he changed his mind." He reached for the next bun in his bag.

When they'd finished two each, he said, "Thanks for texting me."

"Of course." She rested her bag of buns on her knee, looking out at the day. The summer sun beamed down out of a deep blue sky, surrounded by puffy white clouds. In the park across the street, people were picnicking on the grass, a couple of kids were playing frisbee with a golden retriever, and a soft breeze rustled the green leaves on the trees. "This is nice."

He licked his fingers. "Best cheese buns in the city."

"That, but - this too. Just taking a break and enjoying the moment. Not because we beat somebody or rescued somebody or won at something. Just because the moment's here. When was the last time any of us did that?"

"Long time," he said. "Seems like we've been careening from disaster to disaster for - wow. God. Years."

"That's what it feels like."

"When was the last time we had a movie night, even?"

"Oh, that's been a long time," she said. "Since before Killer Frost." Before Cynthia, she wanted to say, but didn't. They hadn't talked about his breakup very much even though it had been nearly four months now.

She thought he was doing better lately. But he was good at putting on a face, and the events of the past year or so had put a distance between them that made her distrust her own ability to see under it.

"We should do that again," he said. "Movie night."

"Mmmm," she said, ducking her head under the guise of rooting around for the next bun in her bag.

He'd been making noises like that lately. Let's hang out, let's get a drink, wanna catch that movie together? Like he was trying to rebuild the way things used to be with them.

But she wasn't sure she wanted to go back to their previous dynamic.

Not that she didn't want to spend time with him. There was a reason she'd texted him and not anybody else when she'd seen the cheese buns come out.

But she wasn't sure she wanted to hang out with him as just friends.

Scratch that.

She knew she didn't want to be just friends. She wanted to be more.

It had been laying in her heart like an egg for so long she didn't know when it had arrived. She'd kept it in a corner, trying to ignore it, telling herself that between Killer Frost and Cynthia Reynolds, she'd lost her chance.

But when he'd broken up with Cynthia, the shell had cracked. Over the past months, something soft and wet and new had pushed its way out, and had shown itself unwilling to pushed off to the side. It cheeped and pecked at the inside of her chest every time she saw him now.

She'd seen the icons for dating apps on his phone, so he was at least thinking about getting out there again. But swiping right on an app and trying on a relationship with someone he'd known as long as she and Cisco had known each other - well. Those were different things.

He didn't pursue the idea, instead singing along with a snatch of a poppy summer hit blaring from a car sitting at the light. When it moved on, he said, "Have you seen the video for that?"

"No," she said, although she had. "Show me?"

The video was as cute and bouncy-fun as the song, and she smiled over it, leaning into his shoulder as he angled his phone so she could see. They swiped through a few other videos, finishing up the cheese buns.

When they were both done, he held out his hand for her paper bag. She crumpled it up and handed it to him, then got up, swiping dust off her rear as he went down the street a few steps to chuck the bags into a handy trash bin.

When he came back, he said, "You want a ride back?" He flared his fingers in a breaching motion.

"Well," she said. "I was thinking I'd walk, actually. It's not too far." She'd been walking around the city a lot lately. She told the others that it was because she needed the exercise, but the truth was, she needed the quiet thinking time that belonged only to her.

He looked around. "We could do that."

"You don't have to," she said, feeling a flush of pleasure in her stomach. "Just because I am."

"I know," he said. "Shall we?"

They matched strides, talking about the videos they'd watched, about summer movies coming out, about the food festival that would be held in the park over the weekend. Anything besides all the work waiting for them back at Star Labs. Not that today was particularly wild, comparatively speaking. But it felt like they were stealing this time for themselves.

Or maybe Caitlin just felt that way.

Halfway back, the clouds started to move in over the sun. Caitlin glanced up. "Was that a sprinkle?"

Cisco held up his hand flat. "Yep. Hey, I wonder if I could maybe make a breach right over our heads to catch the rain - "

She rooted around in her purse. "Or we could use this," she said, coming up with an umbrella.

"Well, sure, if you want to be normal about it," he said. But he ducked under the umbrella's shelter as drops began to patter against the floral design.

It was the best kind of summer shower, soft and bath-warm, with a light breeze and no hint of lightning or thunder. Snuggled up close under the umbrella, they had to walk slower so as not to trip each other. When they kept bumping elbows, he hooked his arm through hers, and they walked on, connected.

Conversation fell away, and Caitlin listened to the drum of raindrops over their heads. This close, she could smell Cisco's scent, the clean smell of his shampoo and the earthy tone of his soap and something else that was just him. She caught his eye, and he turned his head and smiled at her.

She smiled back.

All too soon, they walked up the front path to Star Labs. Under the overhang in front of the entrance, Caitlin shook her umbrella free of loose water droplets and collapsed it.

"Hey," he said. "Earlier? You didn't really say anything about movie night. When I mentioned it."

"Didn't I?" she said airily. "It's a good idea. Boost team morale. Do you still have that projector? We could set it up in the cortex, get pizza for everyone - lots of pizza - "

"That'd be fun, sure," he said. "But I meant just us."

"Oh," she said, her heart fluttering like frantic wings. Maybe just friends would be enough. Maybe if they spent enough time together as friends, she could work out if he was open to more, or maybe she'd find out that his friendship was what she'd been wanting and missing, not -

He swallowed. "Just friends if you want," he said. "But actually I've been thinking lately. What if we tried being more?"

She thought Say something, Caitlin, you idiot.

When her idiot self did not say anything, he looked away, shrugging a little as if to indicate that it was all the same to him. "Or not. Hey, I know it's a crazy time. You're still trying to figure out the Killer Frost thing, and we're all trying to fix Nora's screw-up, so if you want we can, like, table this discussion until things settle down and - "

"No," she finally managed to say, and he turned back to her quickly. "No, let's not table that discussion - I - " She fumbled. He looked like he didn't know whether to downcast or excited. "Cisco, I would like us to be more. I would. Now."

His face relaxed. "You sure? I mean, it’s so crazy right now."

She put her hand on his shoulder to steady herself. Then she leaned forward, and kissed him.

He caught his breath against her lips - she felt it. Then his hand came up and pressed against her hair, and he kissed her back.

He smiled at her when they pulled apart, eyes alight. "So that's a yes, you're sure."

She smiled back. "I think if I had waited for things to be not crazy, we wouldn't have had cheese buns and a walk in the rain just now," she said. "I think we have to start taking the time for ourselves, and not waiting for it to free up."

"I think you could be right," he said.

She kissed him one last time before they had to go inside. In her heart, wings spread wide.

FINIS

#Caitlin Snow #Cisco Ramon #killervibe #killervibefanficweek18 #mosylufanfic lives up to her damn name #fluff #the flash

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revengeworld · 6 years

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Let the Past die. I

CHAPTER 1

Zombie Apocolypse AU

Kylo x Reader (+ Solo siblings)

Words: +1.900

Warnings: It is a Zombie AU so … Blood, Death, Angst and Gore will probably appear in every chapter. Somtimes more sometimes less. In this chapter there will be shooting in a school building so if this upsets you, please consider skipping this chapter.

AN: This will be a series and i hope to get a new chapter out each week atleast :) It is not exactly a Solo Triplet story because i like to experiment with them as brothers in different ages in my stoys. Hope you will like it none the less. I´m very excited to share this story, because i think Angst and Drama suits me better then Fluff, but we will see how much Fluff will end up in this aswell. Constructive critic is always welcome.

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Next Chapter - Starry Night

Chapter 1 - Empty

It all happened unexpected and suddenly overnight. Nobody had suspected anything, no News in the Media, no weird attacks, no one ever thought that a think like the resurrection from the dead or the case of cannibalism would be happening in this area of time.

But the whole world seemed to have turned upside down in a matter of a few hours.

Now she was standing there, the blood of her parents splattered over her body, while the men who shot them presser her against his chest.

“Sweetheart, you are going to be late for school!” “I´m coming, Mom!”

She run down the stairs, pressing a binder against her chest and pulling the strap of her backpack over her shoulder.

“What took you so long?” “Sorry, I made sure that I have everything for my literature project.” while she patted the binder, she took one of the toasts that her mother had placed on the table.

“And don´t forget, come home after your club. We go out for Lunch for Dads Birthday.” “Yes Mom. I promise.”quickly making her way around the counter, after finishing her breakfast, kissing her Mother Goodbye and ruffling the ears of her old dog Benji.

As soon as she walked down the veranda, she almost run into someone. “Sorry...” a low voice mumbled, before the dark figure continued his path.

“No, i´m sorry...” she whispered shyly, knowing that he couldn´t hear her anymore. She knew him since she was little, since their family moved here when she was only 3 years old. He always seemed to keep to himself, his black strains of hair, mostly falling into his face hiding his dark eyes. Always covered in black clothing and rarely speaking.

The only thing the both of them had in common was their way to school.

When she finally arrived at the school, she was greeted by her friends who were already waiting for her.

It was a normal day, nothing out of the ordinary. They had a chemistry test in second period, Pizza for Lunch and nice giggle and chat after the school before they would need to go to their Clubs.

Walking through the halls , they all joked around carefree until a sudden announcement echoed through the halls and classrooms.

“EMERGENCY! This is not a drill! A violant disturbance has broken out on campus. There is an imminent risk of danger to participants and bystanders. For your own safety, please go into a building and take cover. If you are not in the Area, stay away. Follow instructions from school officials or local authorities. I repeat!”

The message repeated and the group of girls looked shocked at each other.

“Do you think this is a joke?” one of them asked scared and kept looking around.

“Didn´t you listen?! It´s not a drill.” another one hissed, but seemed just as terrified. “What should we do?”

Hearing tumult nearby, all of them started to panic. Y/n quickly rushed to the classrooms nearby and started to check and ruttle at the handles. “This one is open! Quick!!”

Looking over to her friends she noticed a small figure coming out of the boys bathroom.

It was a small boy, his dark brown hair standing up in all directions, his face pale and horrified.

She stopped in her tracks, quickly rushing to his side before down in front of him. When she saw his scared face she felt like it seemed quite familiar but couldn´t quite place it.

“Hey there, I know this seems all very scary right now but you need to hide with us, alright?”

For a moment he seemed relieved before but kept a safe distance.

“My Brother told me not to talk to strangers.” he mumbled shy. “That sa good advice your brother gave you, but at the moment ...” she got interrupted by her friends.

“Y/N come on!!” they shrieked in a panic. “One Moment!!” she shushed them and turned back to the boy.

“The how about we become friends? My name is Y/N.” “B...Ben...”

Smiling down at him she place a hand gently on his shoulder.

“See Ben, now we are no strangers anymore….” a sudden sound around the corner made them flinch and she quickly pushed him to the classroom her friends were waiting. “But we really need to hide now!”

For the most time it stayed quiet. No Announcements, a few footsteps here and there but they really wasn´t sure if they could consider this a good thing or not.

The five of them were sitting in a corner of the classroom, pressed together under the last table they hadn´t used to barricade themselves.

“Do you guys think somebody will still come for us?” one of her friends began to share her worrys.

Y/N who had her arms around Ben to keep him calm, looked angry at her friend. “Of course somebody will come for us!” she hissed quiet, but after a few hours they just knew it couldn´t be just a small incident.

When they suddenly heard Gunfire outside the room, they tried to cover their screams and Y/N instinctively covered Bens ears until the door was pushed open by a few police officers.

“Alright Kids, we are from the state police and will bring you home. Please follow us. Everything will be alright now.” while they slowly followed the officers outside, Y/N carried Ben to spare him from the sight of the chaotic school. Broken Doors and windows, bloody handprints on the walls and distant sound of gun fire.

Feeling the little boy shake in her arms, she only pressed him nearer.

“Don´t worry, they will get us home soon.” she tried to encourage him and felt his slight nod against her shoulder. When they left the building it was already dark outside.

“A Van will bring you home, pleas get in the Line for your district and follow the orders of the officials.

“Ben where do you live?” she asked him while setting him down, he quickly held onto her hand. “Fr...Frankly Street, in Brooklyn.” the small boy stuttered.

“Thats good! I live in the same street! Stay close now, okay?” with a worried look she separated from her friends and pushed through the crowed to get to the Van they needed.

“Ben? BEN?!” the dark haired boy, she had run to in the morning was pushing threw the crowd and quickly kneeling down to the boy. “Are you okay? You hurt?” he asked worried but Ben only smiled. “No, Y/N helped me out!” and she could hear the older brother mumble a thanks. “That´s good, Bud. Come on we need to get home.”

Before she couldn´t even say her goodbye, the older one suddenly laid his hand on her lower back.

“Our Van is this way.” he explained without looking at her. “Thanks...uhm” she mumbled and walked along them.

“Kylo...” he answered her unspoken question and helped her into the car. Placing Ben on her lap before he took the place beside her. “I´m Y/N...” “I know.” for a moment she wasn´t sure, if she really had seen a little smirk form on his lips.

Seeing the familiar road, Y/N heart felt a lot more at ease and couldn´t wait to meet up with her parents.

“Please remember, pack a few things, just the important things, clothes, food rations and make your ways to the city halls in less then an hour! Your familys will be safe there!” the driver explained again before he let them outside.

“Good Luck.” she heard Kylos deep voice beside her. “You too.” ruffling through Bens hair before she rushed to her house.

“Mom? Mom are you here?!”

Now that she was home, her body suddenly started to shake and she couldn´t keep her voice from breaking. “Mom? Dad? Anybody?” it was just a whisper that escaped her lips and for a moment she didn´t know what she should do.

Frozen in place, her body just wouldn´t move until she heard a small yelp from the kitchen. “Benji?” stumbling into the dark room a scream was caught up in her throat.

The floor was covered in blood, her dog laying there while someone was leaning over him. A shiver running down her spine while she heard the crunching noise coming from that horrible scene in front of her and she was sure she would never forget these horrible sounds.

“Dad what are you doing?!” Y/N found her voice back, even though it only came out as a shriek. Her fathers head snapped in her direction, only letting out a low growl showing of his blood smeared teeth.

Before she could properly react, her father had grabbed her shoulders and was throwing her against the wall with a bone shaking scream.

“Dad, please...” Y/N whimpered trying to catch her breath. Slipping on the wet floor she fell to the ground, trying to crawl under the table she felt someone grabbing her leg and pulled her back.

This was it, this was the end. At keast that was what she thought until a sudden loud bang halled through the kitchen.

Her ears started ringing, and she pressed her shaking hands onto them while she screamed. When she opened her eyes again, her fathers body was lying to her feet, his face mutilated by the bullet that went through it.

This was a nightmare, she just needed to wake up. Pressing her eyelids shut she started to hit her head. Wake up! Wake up!!

Someone grabbed her wrist and pulled them away from her face. “Hey it´s me!” her eyes shot up to look into the honey brown eyes from Kylo.

First she was relieved to see him until she noticed the rifle in his hand. “You shot him … you killed him you monster!” she screamed before hitting his chest over and over.

Kylo just let her, while he laid an arm around her. “You need to listen to me. We need to get out of here as quickly as possible.”

She only whimpered and shoved him away. “What is wrong with you?!”

“That wasn´t your Dad anymore! He was sick, it´s some kind of infection! It´s spreading and if I hadn´t come you would be one of this things to!” his voice grew louder and he wasn´t sure how hhe properly should explain it to her.

Both of them flinched when they heard a scratching noise on the door to the cellar. Even though it were just weird growls coming from it, she knew exactly who was behind it. Seeing the bloodied handprints on the lock, she knew her father had locked his mother away in it.

“Do you have any scratches or bites?” Kylo asked while searching her arms, legs and upper body. “N...no I don´t think so.”

Another hiss came from the door and lightly bangs started to reach their ears. Kylo bit his lip and stood up again.

“Cover your ears...” he mumbled. And without questioning it her hands slowly raised up before she stopped.

“Wait! What if there is a cure?!” she shout whispered clinging to his arm.

But as soon as her eyes met his again she knew the answer.

“I´m sorry...” Kylo whispered.

Tears started streaming down her face while she pressed her hands onto her ears, the loud shot sending shivers down her spine.

Looking to the ground were Benjis empty eyes looked up at her and she couldn´t stop her sobs anymore.

The only thing that she felt was emptiness. Not even noticing Kylos arms wrap around her.

NEXT CHAPTER - Starry Night

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madscienceforhire · 6 years

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Goddess Forgotten

@divinexremembrance is hosting a fun little discord event where people take each others characters and revamp them as if they were their own. So basically how would you have made this character look if you had the basic idea for them. In the spirit of that idea, I took her character Nemesis. a goddess of time and space(that also day jobs as a librarian named Tori) and whipped up what would be the intro to her story if I had created the character.

Ages ago humanity got sick of the Gods’ nonsense and sealed them away to be forgotten and weakened. Nemesis awoke in modern times, felt betrayed by humanity, but never able to completely isolate herself away from it because she loved them, and could even relate to why they did what they did. She tried to live a normal and quiet life as Tori, but she runs into Jacob, and gets pulled into a crazy plot of the other gods to create artificial humans that will worship them, empower them and remain loyal to them.

This will likely be the only bit of this that I write as it’s a fun little collab event, so disclaimer, I offer no illusions that this story will be continued. This is just a fun what if?

Tori locked the door to the library and ran through one last mental checklist to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything. She assured herself that she hadn’t missed anything. The sky was getting dark and clouds heavy. She wanted to be on the way home before the storm started.

“You got everything, don’t worry, and if you did forget something can’t be that important anyway.” Tori nodded and left. She walked on autopilot. There was nothing she hadn’t seen on this route. The same buildings, the same places, less people than usual, but even that didn’t surprise her. The storm clouds cast a pallor over the city, muted the noises, and gave Tori an uneasy feeling. Well, she could hardly say that any quiet time she was left lone with her thoughts didn’t give her an uneasy feeling. She just focused on home, the ice cream she had in the freezer, and which show was up next for binge watching. Raindrops slowly dotted the sidewalk around her. She was halfway home, Tori wasn’t worried. As long as she didn’t stop for anything… Tori’s thought trailed as she slowed and stood in front of an alleyway. Why had she stopped? She needed to get home, but she couldn’t break her eyes away from the shadows. They seemed so deep, darker than they should be. She felt drawn into them. She stepped into the alley and felt as if she left the world she knew. Her feet just kept taking her forward, she couldn’t bring herself to stop, even when she heard the noises. Ripping, tearing, wet slops, and popping. The she saw it, hunched over a body. Tori just stood there. The thing didn’t notice her at first, content with its kill. She stared at its broad back, muscles twisted and deformed, limbs longs and misshapen with too many joints for them to comfortably rest as it ate. It paused, its head shot up and looked over its shoulder at Tori. No face, just mottled flesh, but Tori could feel it looking at her. Its head shook and flesh teared into a jagged hole that could barely count as a mouth. It turned to her and stood, its body popped and cracked as if any movement was constantly breaking whatever passed for bones for this monster. It slouched at ten feet tall at least. It stomach covered in mouths filled with jagged teeth, dripping with gore and bit of the last victim. It let out a noise that shook Tori’s bones and scrambled at her. Its gait awkward, the cracking and breaking sounds reached a crescendo and it leapt at her, arms out. Time slowed as Tori watch the creature go airborne but fall short of her by a foot. A man held desperately onto its legs, and acted as an anchor to short the leap.

“Lady, run!” He shouted as the monster bounced and kicked to break from the man’s grip. Tori snapped out of her daze. She ran, not away, but to the thing. It reached out to her, still only concerned with the kill. Its arms whipped around at her, Tori caught them both and sunk her fingers into the flesh. The creature understood things were going wrong, it struggled to get out of her grip, but it was useless, with one swift pull Tori ripped its arms from the body and tossed them away. The man scrambled to monster’s back held a metal baton high and bashed its head in. He kept smashing until there was nothing but a viscous black goo left on the alley floor. He stood up and dusted his coat off. He looked to her. A knot formed in Tori’s stomach, what would he say about her dismembering this thing?

“Holy shit, thanks for the assist. Wouldn’t have faulted you for turning tail and running.” He crotched down and looked at the stumps where the monster’s arms had been. “Adrenaline’s a bitch. Knew the joints were weak, but I still wouldn’t had the balls to try and just rip the bastard’s arms off. Nice.” He gave Tori a quick thumbs up.

“Yeah, adrenaline… What the hell is this thing?” Tori shifted focus away from her.

“Better question, where’s Mr. Big Hand?” The man looked around the alley, he walked out to a T intersection to another alley.

“Who?” Tori asked as a giant clawed hand slammed into the man and pinned him against the wall. The claws speared the brick, and the man struggled with one clawed finger in his chest. Another creature shuffled into the alley. This one a bloated tumor of a thing, that dragged its body along the ground by its hand. Tori grabbed tendril that attached the hand to the body. She pulled at it but it stretched and gave in her grip. It was like rubber. Tori stepped back, looked at the man writhing in pain on the wall, and shook her head. She’d have to do it. She held her hand out and space and reality flexed and tore the tendril in two. The one half whipped around spraying black ooze every where. The tumor just sat there with its wound now. Tori grabbed a dumpster by the side, lifted it above her head with ease and hammered it down onto the tumor. Flesh, ichor, and garbage mixed into a disgusting paste and once Tori was sure it was done she dropped the dumpster and ran to the man. She grabbed the hand.

“This is going to hurt.” She warned.

“Already does.” He grimaced.

Tori positioned her hands to try and pull the claw back as straight as she could. So it wouldn’t rip a bigger wound into the man. She pulled the hand loose and caught the man as he slumped down the wall. A trail of blood smeared behind him.

“I’ll call an ambulance.” Tori said.

“No, no ambulance, no police. I’m done either way. Thing nicked an artery, my heart’s going a mile a minute. I’ll bleed out before they even get here. Listen, be smarter than I was, go home and forget this shit. Me, the fucking monsters, just pretend it was a bad dream. Trust me on this.” The man’s breaths became ragged, his eyes glazed a bit, and blood soaked the front of his shirt and coat. The weather finally broke and rain poured down onto them.

“Well, ain’t this a picturesque way to kick it? Heh.” The man grimaced. Tori knelt down and put her hand on his shoulder to offer some comfort.

“Listen, lot to ask of a stranger, but you saved my ass twice, so you seem like good people. Could you stick around? Won’t be long now I promise. I’m, just a bit worried. I’m a real piece of shit. Don’t think I have a good place waiting for me.”

Tori leaned in and kissed him.

“Thank you.” She said once she broke the kiss.

“For what?”

“You came to save me.” Tori smiled.

“Oh, well, think you could’ve handled yourself, but thanks Angel, could use all the good karma I can get right about now…” The man’s head dropped. Tori held her up to his mouth. He was still alive, but barely. His breaths were shallow, it wouldn’t be long now. Tori stood and looked back to the entrance of the alley. She thought about the man’s words, just leave, forget it all. She considered heeding it, but she looked to his slumped body. She held out her hand to him, the rain drops caught in the air as she bent space to her will one more time.

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Jacob jumped up and looked around. Where was he? What the hell was going on? He scanned the room. It was a bedroom. He was in bed. Not his motel, much nicer, and a lot better than… dying in an alley.

“Ok, something weird happened. Not enough fire to be Hell, but thought Heaven would be nicer.” Jacob said to himself.

“You’re up.” The woman from last night walked into the room.

“Never mind, must be Heaven. an angel’s come to visit.” Jacob smiled.

“Or I’m just a demoness here to punish you.” She teased.

“Well I’m into that too so win/win.” Jacob shrugged. He noticed the bandage on chest. He ran his fingers over it, “I have a lot of questions.”

“Breakfast first.” She commanded. Jacob hopped out of bed. He put his shirt back on and looked around for his coat. He headed into the living room. He looked around. He knew this was an apartment if only due to the size. Shelves covered the walls, statues and art all through the place.

“Art lover?” He asked.

“Oh? Just thought they classed the place up a little.” She said as she set a plate down on little island counter in the kitchen.

Jacob caught sight of his coat hanging by the door.

“They’re all still there.” She said, “You carry a lot of weapons.”

“In the habit of running into some unsavory characters these days.” Jacob said offhandedly. He wanted to check his coat, but the smell of eggs and bacon won out over his paranoia. He sat down on the stool on the other side of the island, grabbed a fork and dug in. “Oh god, these are the best eggs I’ve ever had.” Jacob said between mouthfuls.

“Nothing special, but thank you.” She stood there and watched him.

“Oh, assuming you didn’t go though my wallet for ID. Jacob Cross, private investigator.” Jacob held out his hand.

“Tori.” She shook his hand.

“Just Tori? No last name? Very avant-garde.” Jacob joked, but Tori didn’t take the bait. Jacob inhaled the rest of the food and set his fork down on the plate.

“Well Tori, elephant in the room, why aren’t I dead?” Jacob kept his eyes on her, looked for any twitch or change in body language, but she was good, not a flinch. Jacob made a note to not play her in poker any time soon.

“You weren’t hurt as bad as you thought you were, I brought you back here and stitched you up.” Tori said.

Jacob could remember his blood pumping out of his chest, he knew an arterial bleed when he saw it.

“Well, nice to have a Guardian Angel.” Jacob ignored her lie for now. His life got stranger by the day since he took that damn case. “So, any questions for me?”

“Are you well enough to leave?” She cocked an eyebrow.

“Ouch, Tori.” Jacob held his hand over his heart and feigned insult. “You’re taking this in stride much better than I did.”

“Just taking your advice, and forgetting this shit. Your shoes are by the door.”

Jacob laughed. Well, he couldn’t argue against that, but he needed to get some more answers before he’d let her kick him out. He stood and walked over to Tori.

“Yeah, I get that, but I can’t leave until I clear up a fews things.” Jacob took his intimidating stance. At 6’4” he normally had enough height to get that good condescending look down, but Tori was too damn tall. He only had a few inches on her, and he had the feeling this wasn’t going to work. She gave a wry smile and cocked her head to the side to consider him and then just grabbed him under his armpits and lifted him off his feet like nothing. Jacob struggled a bit but couldn’t shake loose as she carried him to the door and dropped him on his feet.

“Shoes, coat, door, go.” She pointed to each one respectively as she spoke. Well, this made the whole dumpster scene he recalled seem less likely to be a blood loss induced hallucination. Jacob held his hands up in defeat, got his shoes and coat on. The familiar weight of his guns and tools made him feel better. He opened the door and took a step out but paused.

“One more thing,” Jacob turned back to her.

“What now?” Tori crossed her arms and tapped her foot. Jacob leaned in and gave her a quick kiss. She was more surprised than angry, thankfully, and it served as a good enough distraction for him to palm a piece of mail sitting on a table near the door.

“What was that for?”

“You saved my life.” Jacob shrugged. Tori pushed him out the door and shut it in his face. He leaned his ear against it and could hear her on the other side.

“That man’s going to get himself killed again.”

“Not if I had some help!” He shouted through the door.

“Leave already!” Tori yelled as she hit the other side of the door. Jacob jumped back from the impact. He stepped away from the door to make sure she didn’t catch sight of him in the peephole. He looked at the mail he stole from her. Her full name there on the front.

“I’ll leave for now Angel, but I don’t think we’ve seen the last for each other.”

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