#i have headphones in and its all weird because i can hear my heartbeat in my ears because of it

[lunalillyhbhb]

Lea's home

Chapter 6 pt.2

My heart is already beating hard inside me, pleading for any bit of attention. I am doing my best to practice restraint, to not let my inner cardiophilia show. I don't know if Khushi is into this, or what exactly her intentions are with me, and I can't risk upsetting her. I must be obedient and act as per her wishes. I can't let myself be carried away.

Khushi slips out of the dressing room, wearing a tight fitting black sleek swimsuit, completely covering her entire torso, till her elbows and above her knees. Sexy. Her long hair is neatly braided away from her face. The form fitting swimwear highlights her voluptuous breast, her lean muscular build, and the confidence she has knowing she can grab anyone's attention when she walks in the room. The smoothness in the outline also makes me realise that she's wearing nothing below that swimsuit. Not weird, I know people do that sometimes, but it drives me a bit more crazy. I can see an outline of a stemoscope under her suit and see the app on her laptop indicate that it's picking up her heart as it should, and give her a thumbs up. She walks towards me, swaying her hips alluringly, as if calling for my attention. I shiver a bit, maybe because her being so close to me is doing things to my brain...or maybe its because I'm still in my bra and underwear.

"I need your opinion on this one. Listen to my heart now vs. after I finish this 15 mins, and give me your feedback."

Yeah there's no way she's into hearts. There's no way I could get that lucky. I plug in the headphones reluctantly, frustrated about the stemoscope inhibiting my direct hand to chest stething experience, when suddenly I hear it: her beautiful heartbeat. And that's not all, she had a surprise gift for me: a sweet systolic murmur. Faint in the start and loudest in the middle between her 2 beats. This is her heart singing, a sound so dangerous and yet so beautiful. It occurs to me that as a gym instructor and avid exercise enthusiast, she has probably tortured her heart more than this on many occasions.....and the thought arouses me. The tension between my hand and her heart, the strong muscle capable of withstanding strenuous exercise and now this, her murmur.... stirs me up from the inside. A heat spreads in my vulva, growing stronger with each passing second her heart sings to me. She looks at me in delight, saying "oh, you found my murmur almost immediately! Good job, as expected of a med student!" and without further ado she jumps in. I snap out of it and start the recording process, listening to her heart gallop in my head, her murmur filling my every thought, envisioning her struggling heart pounding with such intense pressure.

Her heart starts off at 102 bpm, 126/80 and within 2 mins climbs to 195 bpm, and I watch as her blood pressure creeps up till it hits 198/110. I hear as she resurfaces up for air and her lung sounds take over me, heart beating deep and strong alongside and her murmurs.... Oh her murmur is just amazing. It grows smaller as the duration between each thump shortens but I can still clearly hear her singing for me. The lone spectator in her theatre, the only one in her audience, and the only one she needs for attention.

I can't take this anymore. The absolute madness of my desire takes hold of my mind, my throbbing clit enhancing my heartbeat and the raging of the pump within push me to the edge. I yank out the headsets, get up and jump in the pool and grab Khushi who immediately resurfaces with a surprised squeek. "What are you doing?? You're supposed to monitor my vitals!"

I push her back into the pool wall and my hand cups her left breast, my lips attack her neck. I feel Khushi's body going limp against me and she moans out softly, her hands grab my waist.

"Wha....what are yo- -hngg- you doing??"

I pay no heed to her words, and mercilessly atteck her neck with more vigorous attention to her bounding neck veins. I feel her lungs struggle under me, having not had enough time to breath in properly. Her heart stammers against my hand, beating hard from the intense exercise. The stemoscope is annoyingly in there but I try to ignore it.

Khushi relaxes more into my grip, getting into the rythm. She pants and moans, and she pulls me closer to her, chest to chest, heart to heart.

My own heart is beating erratically, finally rejoicing in its pleasure, reacting happily now that I've given into its demands. It picks up quickly, pounding out of my chest, trying to reach Khushi. My clit is agonizingly sensitive, turning me on with each beat of my thirsty organ, waiting to be touched, to be pampered.

Khushi arches her back to me, pushing her heart further into my palm. With my other hand I slowly work her nipples, already erect and hard, pushing out of her skintight swimsuit. The erotic feeling off the material rubbing sensually and slowly over her nipples elicits a loud moan from her, and her breathing becomes haggard. Her heart, already tired from the intense laps, is being pushed to its limits with my touch, and I demand it to work harder for me. She obliges, and hungrily asks for more. Khushi shakily fumbles with her zip and pulls it down to her sternum, begging for more direct touch. My hands immediately pull her swimsuit off her torso and her breasts escape out into full view, throbbing with her heart and with her nipples finally free, no material restraining it. The stemoscope slips out and slowly sinks, but neither of us could be bothered to fetch it. I take a deep breath in and go underwater, my lips meet her sensitive breasts. I start sucking her hard while feeling her heart hammer away more furiously as I push it further and further than before. Khushi is writhing and squirming, the pleasure taking over her senses and she loses herself in the moment, disregarding the pain that has begun to form in her chest. I feel her heart getting more and more confused and its rhythm is everywhere, irregular but still slamming hard and deep against my hand.

Khushi has no idea what her heart is doing to me.

I rub her clit over her suit and feel her sharp intake of breath, her moans so loud i can hear them clearly underwater. I slip my fingers inside her with ease and rub her clit as my tongue dances on her nipples. I know that she is overloaded with sensations from all over her body, sending her mind to a different place. She pushes my head further into her chest and I am running out of air, my lungs start burning. I push myself to stay underwater and feel a wave of carnal desire coming in my oxygen deprived state. I muster up whatever remaining strength I have and force myself above the water. Before she has a chance to register what's next, I pull her head underwater, cutting off her air supply. I want to push her little muscle to its limits, I want to see how far she's willing to go for me.

She doesn't hesitate and her lips easily find my sensitive areas. Easily slipping my bra off, she begins roughly playing with all my spots, letting her desires consume her. Her fingers roam all over my body, hungrily devouring every bit. My hand remains firmly implanted under her left breast, my only connection to her.

Slowly her roughness becomes more softer, and finally..... There it is. Her heart starts slowing down. The moment I've waited for.

I feel her whole chest shake with such force with each of hear beats, slowing to a dangerous level and yet somehow becoming stronger than ever before. This is her heart baring itself to me, giving me everything it has to offer. I feel her heart in my hand, begging for mercy, for a moment's rest else it might just give up. I need it to struggle a bit more for me though, I know she can.

I feel the wave of lust take me and I give in to my pleasure, moaning out loud, gripping Khushi's hair hard. I feel Khushi's heart, the poor thing, working so hard that it starts giving up. Khushi grows weak and her grip loosens. I immediately pull her out of the water and let her rest of her back, and without wasting a precious second I put my ear in between her breasts. My fingers slowly rest on her apex and I feel her gasping for breath. Her heart, now able to beat properly again, starts back up, erratic, irregular and faint. I listen intently to her recovery beats, as her breathing returns to normal.

"I was waiting for this, for you to do something like this to me... I was so sure you'd take me on the treadmill!" Khushi chuckles softly, now stroking my head as I listen to her beating heart.

"I don't know what you've done to Lea and Mrs. Nicole but I was really getting jealous of them, I waited for you you know..... It's rude to keep someone like me waiting."

I am surprised. I didn't know Khushi wanted me like that, given that we hardly interacted at all. Maybe our hearts connected, maybe she felt my heart beating for her touch.

"You've wanted me to pamper your heart like this? You're a cardiophile too?" I ask her.

"Cardiophile?? What's that?"

Oh Khushi..... if only you knew the hold your heart has on me.

It seems that much like her name. Khushi was only in it for the pleasure.

"I'm not too sure what that means....but next time, let's try pushing my heart a little bit more, yeah? Next time, we could do cycling and see the way my damaged heart goes!!"

Next time couldn't come any sooner.

#FEMALE HEARTBEAT #FAST HEARTBEAT #CARDIOPHILE FIC #HEARTBEAT FIC #wlw #visible heartbeat

[a-cat-in-a-funky-hat]

hey, hopefully you're trying to get some sleep now, but i wanted to tell you how much i care, how much we all care. you are loved and we support you <33 and i know it feels like a major setback, and i can understand that, but it'll be okay. you'll get through this and it'll be fine.

Me? Crying at this?

Yes 😭

I am trying to sleep as in, suddenly I don't feel tired at all anymore but I'm watching an ASMR video.

Thank you so much, even if those words are hard to believe for me 😅💕

#midnight rambles #midnight answers #also #i have headphones in and its all weird because i can hear my heartbeat in my ears because of it #and i hate it (: #lastly: #can i say how much i appreciate you #because i do #a lot #like a lot lot

[purple-babygirl]

of course you do

Pairing: (Roommate!)Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,884

Warnings: slight smut in the middle containing oral (f receiving) and p in v; the rest is fluff.

Summary: The one where reader braids Bucky's hair.

A/N: so I'm kinda terrible at summaries.. and plotting. I saw the art and I did what any person with a heart would, I kept picturing situations where Bucky gets his hair braided. This is bad but Please enjoy:' xx.

Beautiful Bucky art is by the amazing @yourecutejeans thank you so much for letting me use your drawing 💜

Bucky smiled lovingly as he sat down on the chair before the mirror, his eyes and hers meeting before she smiled back. He was so handsome and he was all hers. They stayed like that for a second, her fingers just playing with his loose hair and they knew they were both thinking of the same days and the same moments.

Bucky was a great roommate. Her great roommate. He was respectful, never a pervert, cleaned up after himself and his cat. He would even pick up his cat's white hairs one by one whenever they stuck to her part of the couch. He was never noisy, never came home with a girl, and never invaded her privacy in any way. He'd even put in his headphones when she'd go to the bathroom for number 2 because she told him once she couldn't really go if she kept thinking someone could possibly hear her. Her previous roommates could care less about her weird pooping anxiety, but not Bucky. Bucky was perfect.

Accordingly, it took her a short time to befriend and bond with the shy man and his cat; took even shorter for her to develop feelings for him. She would turn down fun outings and blind dates to stay in with Bucky and quietly watch some rom-com he's never seen before just to gauge his reaction when her favourite scenes came on.

“Hey, Buck," she called one day with a mischievous smile on her lips, shifting on her feet as she stood by the doorframe of her bedroom.

"Hmm," Bucky replied without looking up from his phone.

"Aaaare you busy right now?" She asked, swinging her feet.

"No?" Bucky looked at her and raised an eyebrow. And oh boy, he knew that smile.

"Can you help me with something?" She bit her lip.

"I have a feeling I'm not gonna like this." He shook his head when he saw her smile get bigger.

"Maybe not." She tilted her head, keeping her smile.

"Then no."

"But Buuuuck. Remember when you were out of town and I was on a date and instead of having a good time you called and sent me home to feed Alpine?" She whined.

"You didn't even like that guy I basically saved you! And you love Alpine." Bucky argued, pointing his finger to the white feline licking up its leg.

"Still. Who left their date and came back home?" She pouted.

"Fine, what do you want?"

"Wantyoutoletmebraidyourhair." Words flew out of her mouth as she failed to control her enthusiasm.

"Try slower."

"Can I please braid your hair?"

"What! No!"

"But Buuuuck-" she whined, almost stomping her feet.

"No! Don't Buck me. I am not letting you braid my hair," Bucky told her with a firm face before looking back at his phone, not wanting to see her pouty lips.

"But Buuuck-" She started again but was quickly stopped by his glare.

"I promise I won't mess it up. I've watched the video like a hundred times," she begged and he gazed up again.

She smiled and crossed her heart, making Bucky sigh.

"Fine, come here. Let's get this over with." He agreed and then winced at the squeal she gave in celebration.

"I'll be right back." She ran back into her room to get her special brushes and the box of clear, tiny elastics along with that of the poppy pins.

Bucky chuckled at her behavior, his heartbeats speeding up when he realized he'd just agreed to at least 30 minutes of her brushing, touching, and braiding his hair.

Just how long would he have to go on without telling her how he felt? He could never do it. She was too good for him, too bright, too lively for a hundred+ year old grump like himself. She would never feel the same about him.

On the other side of the wall, she stood before her dresser, smiling to herself in the mirror like an idiot as she tried to regulate her own hammering heartbeats.

~

After setting the needed tools beside her on the couch, she made Bucky sit on the floor between her legs with his back to the couch. Jesus Christ was he handsome; even the back of his head did things to her. Everything about the man was beautiful.

She ran her fingers through Bucky's hair and it was soft. She almost melted at the feel of it. Oh, how she would love to pull on that hair while Bucky railed her-

"What are you waiting for?"

"Nothing, just trying to choose a brush."

She started by dividing Bucky's hair into two sections. She bit her lip before picking up her favourite brush and started gently combing his hair, walking the brush through the brown locks from the tips up to loosen any knots here or there.

Bucky's hair was so smooth and it smelled of the coconut oil she bought him - and basically forced him to use - a couple of months ago. It took her everything not to drop her head forward and bury her nose in his hair or kiss the top of his head.

She pretended she was checking for knots and kept carding her fingers through Bucky's hair over and over, barely restraining herself from scratching his scalp.

And Bucky was just trying not to lean into her touch; not to let himself moan or purr at how tenderly she was handling his hair.

Bucky trusted her to know what she was doing and went back to staring at his phone for a better distraction. Much to her discontent, he was checking his Tinder account.

"Stop moving so much!" Her nimble fingers tightly grabbed on the strands between them, not wanting to lose track of the French braid she'd diagonally started on the right side of the top of Bucky's head.

"Ow! Don't pull!" He whined when his head was yanked back.

"Sorry, just stop shaking your head in shock over Tinder texts every five seconds." She chuckled, trying to mask any jealousy that might be apparent in her tone.

Who did these girls think they were sending her Bucky such sinful messages? And who did she think she was to call him her Bucky, even in her head?

"Hey! You aren't supposed to look at my phone!" Bucky tried to turn to her, but her big toe poked his side in warning for him not to do so.

"I'm not." She shrugged, carefully adding a small section of hair to one strand before crossing it over the strand in the middle and repeating with the further and third strand.

"You were though," Bucky mumbled, scrolling down his messages, trying to find a normal, decent one.

"Why do you even have the app if you don't ever use it!" She asked in frustration, going back with the strand between her fingers because she almost messed up.

"Maybe I'll use it tonight. She looks cute," Bucky muttered, holding up the phone for her to see the smiling selfie of a brunette.

"Nah." She denied, trying to focus on correctly crossing each strand over the other.

"Blue is definitely her colour," Bucky mumbled while checking out another photo of his Tinder match in blue bikinis, earning himself another hair pull.

"Ow!"

"Sorry." She smirked, shrugging in fake apology.

"Are you jealous, doll?" Bucky smirked.

"Excuse you?" She laughed, hoping he couldn't hear how loud her heart was beating behind his head. She was jealous and she couldn't get caught being jealous.

"I'm just saying, someone seems bitter because they haven't gotten any in a while." Bucky shrugged jokingly.

"And whose fault is that?" She grinned in relief.

"Don't you dare say Alpine's."

"I was gonna say yours actually."

"Yeah, okay, blame it on me." Bucky teased, not noticing her face scrunching up in a frown as she watched his thumbs hovering over the keyboard, contemplating whether or not to message the blue bikini girl back, or the smile that replaced that frown when he decided not to and closed the app.

"Do you wanna watch a movie tonight? I think 27 Dresses is next on the list." He suggested instead, carefully throwing his head back on one of her thighs, soft, blue eyes awaiting her response.

Nearing the end of the braid, she let him lean back and let herself look into his beautiful eyes for a second.

"But I thought blue was her colour." She bit back a smile, fingers still tangled in his hair.

"And annoying is yours." Bucky huffed, turning his head back, crossing his muscular arms over his chest like a big baby.

"You love me." She didn't care how evident her smile was in her voice as she fetched a clear elastic from the box to secure the end of the braid.

"I do." Bucky sighed, wishing she knew the actual amount of truth those two words carried.

"Of course you do; I'm awesome." She threw back playfully, gathering his hair in her hands to roll it before twisting it into a bun.

Bucky chuckled at her response, moving his head from side to side.

"Stop shaking your head!" She tsked and Bucky stilled in place, letting her continue to handle his hair.

She held the low bun in place before slipping three poppy pins in Bucky's hair, fixing it in.

"Okay okay, I'm done. Turn around." Bucky twisted his body and turned to see her proud smile and couldn't help but smile back.

She was so cute when she was excited. He'd let her braid his hair every day forever if it meant he could see that smile.

"How does it look?" He wondered, one hand resting on her knee.

"Beautiful! It looks so good!" She said, happiness flooding her senses as she took in the beautiful man before her, holding up her square mirror for him to take a look.

Bucky stared at his reflection, lost in thought as his eyes fixated on the braid adorning the side of his head without really seeing it.

"You don't like it." Her smile dropped and her hands dropped the mirror, her thumbnail starting to pick on the tips of her fingers.

Bucky snapped out of his head when the mirror shifted from its place and he could no longer look at himself.

"What? No, no, doll, I like it. It looks perfect."

"You're just saying that." She pouted, putting the mirror beside her, and retracted her legs from around him, bringing them up to cross on the couch.

Her thumb scratched harder on the tips of her fingers as all excitement left her.

"No, doll, for real. I love it." Bucky reassured her, getting up on his knees, his hands taking hold of hers and stopping her nervous habit.

"Thank you." He surprised her and himself when he bowed forward, pressing his lips to the palms of her hands.

A big smile, accompanied by faint redness came back to her cheeks before her hand came up to pull out a few strands to frame Bucky's face, "you do?"

"I do." Bucky smiled back, internally content he could bring that smile back to her face.

"Of course you do; I'm awesome." She teased, her hand slapping his sassily as he laughed.

"Do the one you did the first time you braided my hair," Bucky said when he saw her struggling to decide on a way to do his hair.

"You sure? I learned a lot more complicated ones after. I had a great volunteer to practice on." She smiled warmly, her hand squeezing his shoulder.

"I'm sure. I want the one that started it all." Bucky nodded, returning her smile, tilting his head to kiss her hand on his shoulder.

~

From that day on, she became Bucky's free, personal hair braider (if that was a thing). Bucky let her do his hair whenever she wanted, even asking her on his own a few times too.

One of those times was before a date he was set up to go on. She didn't know how to say no to him or what her reason would be when refusing, but she wasn't just about to braid Bucky for him to go impress another girl either.

"What are you doing?!" Bucky asked when he saw her collection of nail polish sprawled on the mattress of her bed as she sat there cross-legged with one bottle in her hand.

"Painting my nails?"

"Why would you do that now! The date is in 30 minutes and I was counting on you to do my hair!"

"I'm sorry, Buck. I guess I forgot. Looks good though." She gave an apologetic smile and Bucky huffed before pulling his hair in a messy bun and leaving the house.

"I didn't forget," she said, keeping her eyes on the developing braid in her hands.

"What?" Bucky raised an eyebrow at her in the mirror.

"That time you needed me to braid your hair and I started putting nail polish on and said I forgot. I didn't."

Warmth flooded Bucky's heart at her admission and he smiled, waiting for her to continue.

"I didn't want you to go on that date." She confessed, crossing strands over one another with professionalism.

"I didn't."

"What?!" She laughed, finally meeting his eyes in the mirror.

"I took it as a bad sign that you couldn't braid my hair that day and decided not to go."

"What did you do instead? You came home at like 11 that night!"

"Hung out with Sam." He shrugged sheepishly.

"You were head over heels for me long before you told me, weren't you?" Bucky teased.

"Shut up. I still am."

~

"Bucky." He heard her call, her voice choked with tears, and his heart dropped.

"Doll, are you okay?" Bucky asked her, pulling her to his chest the second she entered his room.

"No." She cried, her hands clutching his shirt as she wrapped her arms around him.

"What is it, doll? Who do I need to punch?" Bucky rubbed her back and she laughed.

"My uterus." She sniffed, burying her face further in his chest.

"Aw, I'm sorry, doll. Do you need me to get you some painkillers?" Bucky asked, his large hand rubbing up and down her lower back, knowing it aches with the rest of her body during this time of the month.

"No." He felt her shake her head, sighing into his shirt, "already took them."

"Anything I can do?"

"Let me braid your hair?" Teary eyes gazed up at him and he let his thumb touch her warm cheek.

"Anything for you, doll." Bucky smiled, patting her back gently when she hugged him again.

"Really?" Her muffled voice asked.

"Really. I like it when you do my hair." Bucky rubbed her back.

"You do?" She smiled, sniffing again.

"I do." Bucky smiled back, swiping his thumb above her lips.

"Of course you do; I'm awesome," she replied, hugging Bucky tighter, feeling his chest shake with a laugh.

Having her braid his hair was their routine now. It was grounding to him and calming to her and connecting to both of them.

"How do I look?" Bucky asked her when she was done turning around.

"You look amazing because I did your hair." She tapped his nose, closing her eyes in fake arrogance.

"Yeah, yeah, okay." He chuckled, ready to get up from the floor.

"Wait though, lemme just…" She caught him when he was still on his knees to pull out the little hairs she pulls to frame his face.

The heat of Bucky's stare as he watched her play with the strands had her lower her hands silently and just stare back. Warm, cerulean eyes were pouring love into hers and she couldn't stop herself from dropping her gaze to Bucky's pink lips.

Bucky was so beautiful, and she'd waited for so long that she hadn't one single ounce of rationality to hold her back. Her period and hormones weren't helping either. Her hand cupped Bucky's cheek before she could think too much and she pressed her lips to his.

Bucky's body tensed for a short second but soon his eyes were closing and his mouth was moving against hers like her lips were made just to be kissed by his. It was soft and intimate and real. When she pulled away to breathe Bucky pulled her back to him by her chin, tasting her lips one more time to make sure it was actually happening before he let her have her oxygen.

"I've been waiting so long to do that." She breathed, smiling shyly.

"Me too." Bucky blushed.

"Really? You- You feel the same way?" Both her eyes and smile widened.

"I do." He nodded, his hand cupping her cheek, bringing his mouth closer to his.

"Of course you do; I'm awesome." She sighed on his lips and Bucky laughed, throwing his head back. She pulled him to her by his dog tags, kissing him deeply.

She wished she'd kissed him sooner because now she couldn't stop. She wasn't going to stop, and neither was Bucky. They had a lot to make up for.

~

"What's going on with you today?"

Bucky was nervous. They've been dating for two years; living together for three and a half and Bucky was ready to have a lifetime with her. She was his everything. He wanted exactly what they had now but wanted it all to be official.

Bucky cleared his throat. "Nothing.”

"What did you do, Buck? " She asked with a kind smile.

"I didn’t do anything," Bucky lied.

She raised an eyebrow, her knowing stare telling him to 'out with it'.

He sighed, slipping the cap off his head, “I tried braiding my hair and messed up.” He bit down.

“That’s okay. I can fix it. Come here.” She made grabby hands at his larger frame.

Bucky got on his knees before where she sat on the couch to let her have a look at his hair. A poorly braided braid existed across the back of his head. She smiled at her man’s lack of talent before letting her fingers slip through the braid to uncross the strands. When she was untangling the last bit of the braid, she noticed something shiny wrapped in the hairs. Did Bucky try using hairpins too? He was adorab- wait a minute.

That was no hairpin she was looking at.

“Buck?” Her voice shook as she glided the most beautiful ring she’s ever laid eyes on down the hair strand.

“Is that why you were so nervous to ask me to redo the braid?” She asked, trying to tease the man but her eyes were already welling up.

Bucky nodded. "Because I wanna ask you to do it forever," he said, turning around to meet her with a nervous smile, slipping his hair behind his ear.

"Bucky," she was crying; she couldn't be happier that the only man she'd wholeheartedly chosen was now choosing her too, for life.

"I thought I was done living... Before I met you, I thought it was no use looking for love or waiting for it to find me. I didn't believe it was still possible for someone like me to have or deserve it. I thought my life was over years ago and that there was no use trying. But then I moved in with you, doll. You made me want to wake up every morning. You brought the light with you every time you smiled at me whenever I walked through that door. You were the sun that kept lighting up my moon. You are my world, baby. You mean everything to me. I knew love and remembered life with you, doll. So…"

Bucky looked down at the ring nestled in the open palm of her right hand, then back up at her eyes.

"Will you do me the honor of braiding my hair till I no longer have any? Will you marry me, doll?" Bucky finally asked the question.

"Yes, Bucky, yes. A million times yes!" She nodded, crying in her hand before Bucky took it gently and slipped the elegant, diamond ring on her finger.

"I love you so much," Bucky said, wiping his own tears, kissing her hand.

"Of course you do; I'm awesome." She cried harder, still emotional, making Bucky laugh and hold her to his chest.

"I love you too, I love you so much," she mumbled, tracing his jaw.

"I know, doll." Bucky wiped her tears away, tenderly kissing her lips.

~

"I gotta go get ready," she said after pinning the last bobby pin in Bucky's bun, kissing his head.

"I can't wait to marry you." He held her hand and stood up before she could leave for the door.

"Just let me go throw on my white dress real quick and you won't have to wait anymore." She smiled, the pads of her fingers tracing his black bow tie.

He grinned to himself in the mirror after she left, trying to wrap his mind around how lucky he was as he remembered sweet moments of his own.

~

"Bucky!" She moaned aloud, probably waking up Alpine as well as a few neighbours with her constant shouting.

She was on the verge of her third orgasm and Bucky wasn't letting up. What could he do? He just loved pleasuring his girl.

"Right there," she whined, arching her back to press her mound more to his lips, her hands buried in his hair, ruining the fine work she'd done on it earlier, "please."

"Cum for me, doll. Let me feel this pussy quiver on my tongue."

Bucky's words were enough to have her pussy doing just that. She cried out his name as her fingers harshly grabbed his hair. Bucky kept licking, moaning at the taste of all that she gave him until her legs stopped shaking.

She closed her eyes as she took her breath. She was exhausted and it was late.

"Don't you fall asleep on me now, doll. I need to be inside you." Bucky pumped his length and kneeled closer.

"You do?" She grinned sleepily, but opened her legs further for him to slot his body between.

"I do." Bucky nodded, guiding his tip to her entrance.

"Of course you do; I'm aweso-OOH GOD BUCKY YES!" She mewled when his cock thrust into her, pushing her chest to his, and Bucky laughed like always before setting a pace to show her how awesome he really thought she was.

"Holy fuck! Bucky!" She screamed for him, the pleasure too much but too good.

"You ruined my braid, doll. It's only fair that I ruin your pussy in return."

~

"I do," she said with a sure smile, her eyes sparkling as she took in her man.

"And do you, James Buchanan Barnes, take-"

"I do." Bucky instantly nodded, sliding his hands around her waist and she stepped closer.

"You do?" She gave a lop-sided grin as he pulled her nearer to his chest, her fingers playing with the collar of his dark suit.

"Of course I do; you're awesome," Bucky whispered against her grinning lips before capturing them in a passionate kiss, sealing their fate together forever, till death dares do them apart.

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[haik-choo]

karasuno first years out late w/ their s/o

request: Could you write how 1st years (yachi too pls🥺) going out with their s/o late at night ?

a/n: this is such a cute little concept i -- 

[KARASUNO FIRST YEARS OUT LATE AT NIGHT WITH THEIR S/O]

-tsukishima, kageyama, yamaguchi, hinata, yachi

tsukishima kei.

not gonna lie, he’s often awake late at night. he’s a night owl and doesn’t mind sacrificing his sleep to watch some youtube videos

occasionally, he even goes out late at night, slipping past his parents and brother’s room and softly closing the front door with his headphones covering his ears and his hands stuffed in his pockets

so when you text him at 3am and ask if he can go out with you to the convenience store, he agrees in seconds to meet you at the halfway point between your houses

wastes no time in putting on his sneakers and a hoodie; he wants to get there quickly so that you aren’t left out by yourself

tsukishima knows there’s creeps out there, which is exactly why he jogs to the halfway point and is relieved when he’s the first one there

as soon as he sees you in the distance he fast walks to catch up to you, and slips his hand into yours

he totally brings bluetooth earbuds so that you two can listen to the same music instead of his wired headphones <3 uwu

is always on the lookout for any weirdos, and if he spots someone eyeing you up he shoots them the nastiest glare

eventually wraps his arms around your shoulder while your hand is sitll in his and its that cute little thing where your arms is across your chest holding his hand </3

pays for whatever you get at the store, ignores your complaints and tells you to shut up when you continue to insist on paying

“im trying to be a good boyfriend for once, for the love of god PLEASE shut up”

secretly takes a candid photo of you at some point in the night and sets it as his home screen -- NOT his lock screen, and when you see it he outright denies having taken it

tsukishima: you told me to take a picture of you

you: stop lying i know you’re a closet hopeless romantic 

convinces you to stop at the park and eat the snacks you both got there, music still humming in your ears as the moonlight washes you both in cool tones

tsukishima when he’s alone with you is so soft -- he literally kisses your hand and temple and mutters very softly “love you” 

all in all, tsukishima kei is the perfect night-owl boyfriend to go on snack-runs with 

kageyama tobio.

"why would i go out right now. do you know what time it is. i have practice in the morning”

kags really out here kinda hurtin’ your feelin’s ngl boy doesn’t understand the vibes LOL

honestly you probably woke him up, he’s asleep at like ten every night (even tho he still has homework to do he just flat-out ignores it LOL) 

only agrees to go out walking with you because you said he could bring his volleyball and you’d toss a few for him....and also because he’s a little worried because it’s so dark out

doesn’t walk with you to the park but meets you there LOL

he deadass has his wholeass duffel bad with the ball, two waterbottles, two towelettes, volleyball sneakers and everything

“you know,,,,we’re not playing a game, right, tobio?”

“yeah???? and??? what’s your point”

acts nonchalant but is totally having fun and is lowkey glad you asked him to go out so late because it’s cool out, there’s no one to bother him, and you just look...really good under the stars

he’s not a cheesy person but...god you just take his breath away sometimes. not that he’ll ever say that though

you ask to take a break like thirty minutes in because you are LITERALLY dying meanwhile he hasn’t even broken a sweat (”you’re already tired? maybe you should workout more” “shut UP kageyama”)

you both sit on the bench, and you’re lowkey waiting for him to reach for your hand but they’re just folded in his lap as he stares out in the nothingness of night

kageyama can’t take a hint. we know this. he’s incapable of knowing what you want unless you flat out tell him; so you have to be a very honest person

he doesn’t even really initiate skinship, not because he doesn’t want to, but just because it never really crosses his mind

plus he doesn’t feel the need to constantly show affection because he thinks it’s obvious that he likes you

despite this, he is good at spotting weird people, and he’s pretty protective of you, so you’re completely safe with him. trust him, he’ll keep you safe

all in all, have patience and stamina because kags will play volleyball with you until you pass out. also, he loves you 

yamaguchi tadashi.

is in bed by 11pm but doesn’t actually go to sleep until two am because he’s scrolling through tiktok on his phone

sees your text about wanting to go out for a late night walk and maybe go through the little forest near your house and automatically sends a text that says “ill meet you at your window! can you pack some snacks? :)”

he walks all the way to your house, even if it’s more convenient to meet halfway because he wants to protect you! he’s not the strongest nor is he the most intimidating, so all he really has to offer is his presence

despite not being strong nor scary, yams literally has eagle eye. you can’t tell me that he can’t read people in a heartbeat -- he’s extremely perceptive 

also texts you to not bring a jacket because he’s bringing on of his own for you !!! so sweet what the hell

he waits at your front door and when you step out he automatically pushes his volleyball jacket into your hands and he takes the bag of snacks from you and sticks out one of his hands UGH such a gentleman

lets you ramble about anything and stares at your side profile as he listens 

joins in with a few quips here and there but ultimately is pretty quite and lets you speak or lets the silence cozy into the conversation

sees that there’s a guy sitting on a bench up the road and he switches places with you so that you’re further away from the stranger 

also wraps a protective hand around your waist until you both are past the random dude but yams will glance behind yall every once in a while

when you two reach the mini forest he ends up taking the lead claiming that he knows a good spot

and damn, he’s right

it’s a little clearing that is illuminated solely by the moonlight and he sets the bag of snacks down beside him before sitting down himself, apologizing for not bringing a blanket that you two could sit on 

pats the spot next to him so that you sit right beside him and he leans back with his hand on yours ONGMIRG 

is the super cheesy type and tells you that you look really pretty and that,,,he kind of wants to kiss you

you: *experiencing heart palpitations* and you did this for what. 

yamaguchi: ...because i love you?

you: *K.O*

all in all, yamaguchi is the boyfriend that completely indulges your late-night escapades <3 

hinata shoyo.

is either completely fast asleep and doesn’t see your text or was awake and not planning to sleep for the next five hours, no in-between

but if he’s awake and sees your text, he agrees right away and asks where you want to meet up and what time because homeboy probably has to bike to get there AgAGAGAGA

literally doesn’t even show up in sneakers. he’s wearing sandals and shorts with a short sleeve top 

“i came in my pjs”

“i see that.”

asks if you two can bike around instead because he doesn’t want to have to wheel his bike around for like an hour 

he tells you to hold on tight because the bike was built for one person, and when you press against his back his warmth is literally so,,,comforting 

has no sense of awareness and will scream going down a hill in the middle of a neighborhood, no fucks given

so, no, he doesn’t notice any weriod people even if there are some around

you always end up running into some weird people and you get new interesting stories every other day because let’s be honest hinata is a magnet for crazy shit and crazy people (usually crackheads) 

you both just ride around as he talks about his day, usually his sister always comes up in the conversation( “she asked me to marry you the other day” “doirhgAEROIHFGRE SHOYO WHAT” “what? i told her i would. i keep my promises!”)

after like thirty minutes he begs for a break and you stop at a little 24/7 ice cream store that is run by the sweetest elderly couple

you share a sundae because you don’t want to eat too much this late at night

he plops on the bench right outside the store with his bike leaning against the metal handles, and h snuggles up to you and watches you scroll on your phone

he talks a little here and there, but for the most part, he goes quiet, and it’s during this time where you’re unaware of his gaze that he just takes his time drinking in your features in the yellow light of the lamppost 

he can’t read the mood most times, but this time he does, and he stays quiet, and he thinks to himself

that he really will marry you one day

all in all, hinata gives you the impulsive young teenage experience of late night bike rides while eating his fair share of ice cream

yachi hitoka.

another either or, except this time she’s either fast asleep or stressing over homework and the nine tests she has the next day

when you ask if she can go on a walk with you she’s hesitant because she doesn’t want to get in trouble with her mom and she’s a total goody goody and terrified of doing anything reckless; but then she remembers that her mom was on a business trip and so she, very cautiously, says yes

you: good. i’m outside your door btw

yachi: i never had a choice did i

you have to meet her at her house because she’s way too scared to walk by herself at night; she might even make you factime her as you commute because she’s worried for you

jumps at every little thing, even the crows cawing make her shit herself

instictively grabs onto your sleeve and nervously look around the entire time, to the point where she doesn’t hear what you say

so you offer to go to a little cafe that’s still open and right away she nods

she’s so adorable, she bows really deeply when you two walk into the store and apologizes for it being so late

and finally, because you two are safe, she’s calm and smiling as she sips at her strawberry smoothie

awkwardly and very shyly reaches out for your hand on the table and gently lays her palm on yours

canon: yachi totally has freckles and you can’t convince me otherwise 

her face is red and her freckles are just on display you can’t help but coo at her and tuck some hair behind her ear because god could she get any cuter?

you two end up staying for like a hour and a half and very shyly she asks if you could walk her home 

and this time on the walk she’s not overly cautious and seems to enjoy the nighttime breeze and your hand softly clasping hers

does that cute thing where she lays her head on your shoulder or arm while you both are walking and looks up at you through her eyelashes and asks if you could give her a kiss on the cheek </3

you: stop. please. im going to die.

when you’re at her door she literally just stands there awkwardly for a few seconds before tilting her head upwards and pressing her lips to yours and then promptly running inside

video calls you three seconds afterwards to make sure you get home safely 

all in all, you might need to be the impulsive one, but yachi enjoys spending late night time with you more than she admits. also please kiss her thanks      

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[aetheternity]

Hard Pass P5 (Levi x reader)

Synopsis: Levi is forced out of his comfy dorm room and in a strange twist of events right into your arms at a college party.

Levi hadn't remembered a time since he'd began college in which he'd been alone for several hours with zero interruptions. And yet here he'd been slaving over the hot stove in his room since about 10 am and.. nothing.

The weird peace of not being interrupted by Mike's loud greetings coupled with some girl he'd brought back with him. No Hange to talk his ear off about some nonsense and no Erwin and his inability to use his newest pair of bluetooth headphones. It was as sad as it was beautiful.

He'd been trapped deep within his thoughts for so long that he almost missed the barely audible knock at the door.

"..Levi?" Came a distant and unsure sounding voice.

Y/N..

He set the bowl of beef stew he'd prepared down on the table, untying his apron and setting it to the side before carefully walking to the door and opening it slowly. There Y/N stood. Her face flushed like she'd been standing in the freezing cold too long, her eyes red as she looked to Levi.

"Sorry.. I smelled food and.." She wiped her face with the back of her sleeve. "I didn't mean to invite myself."

Levi shook his head. "Come in." He gestured randomly wanting to hit himself in the forehead for his awkwardness but Y/N didn't seem to notice.

Once she'd entered he shut the door behind her, pointing her to the table. "You can have that bowl. It's fresh off the stove." He walked back to the kitchen handing Y/N a spoon from the pack Erwin had given him earlier this morning. He quickly picked out one for himself grabbing a new bowl in the process.

"I-I don't wanna impose.." She tried

Levi frowned as he made himselfa new bowl of stew, "I'm giving it to you, I made too much and Hange and Erwin haven't stopped by all day."

She sat at the table looking dazily at the bowl in front of her. "Thanks Levi.." She muttered, dipping her spoon into the contents with hesitation.

Levi had just as soon fixed himself a new bowl seating himself across from Y/N. Her eyes glistened and she stared into the bowl for almost too long before giving it a taste. Her lips upturning and Levi extinguished a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

"Levi, this is really good." She gave a polite smile.

Levi's eyes widened and his face started to heat. "Th-thank you.."

When she looked away again his eyes trailed back to her. Her eyes were so puffy, her lips bruised a bit as if she'd been biting them. Should he ask? Could he ask? What the hell had happened to her? He needed to know but..

Levi felt his heart scatter over his rib cage and hit the floor and her eyes landed on him again.

"You haven't touched yours.." She remarked

"I-I.."

She dropped the spoon suddenly, placing both hands on her face. "I'm so sorry Levi.." it was muffled.

As much as he really wanted to say literally anything in this moment to further progress the situation into some kind of revelation about her face nothing came to mind. Well.. except the awkward popping of his lips as he opened and closed his mouth to say absolutely nothing.

"No I mean-" She began again to Levi's own slight comfort. "I just.. came here to get away from Jean.. because he's been, just the worst. And I just hate him right now.. I needed to get away and the first person I thought to come to was you."

Levi must have looked surprised because she was quickly shaking her head so fast. "Please know that I don't plan to use you as a sort of scapegoat or something! No! That's not what I want I just.. you make me-" She giggled and Levi could swear her cheeks grew slightly pinker! Or he was imagining he.. could he be??

"Just.. I'm glad you're here." She shrugged quickly, shoveling a mouthful of beef stew down.

"Y-yeah.. yeah. I am.. what happened? I-I mean if you actually wanna say.."

She shook her head and Levi felt his grip on his spoon get sooooo much tighter. "He's just such a jerk.." She shook her head harder as if she was trying to rid her brain of the thought. "He got all weird last night, started a fight with me in front of Connie and Sasha. Sasha tried to break it up and Connie just sat on the floor with his phone tucked between his feet."

Levi stared into his beef stew wanting so badly to say literally anything helpful but words really were failing him today. He soon opted for nodding his head and biting the tip of his spoon.

"None of us got any sleep last night." She continued "I had to get out of there this morning."

A fight huh? Levi already felt as though he knew exactly what it was about. He pushed his elbows onto the table, seeing the remnants of tears starting to refill Y/N's eyes.

"Sleep here.." Levi tried awkwardly

It got her attention though. Had her looking up from her bowl with confusion spread over her innocent features. "Huh?"

Levi exhaled slowly, putting the words together in his head as best as possible. "You need rest. Sleep in my bed for a couple hours."

Y/N practically choked. "I-I can't.."

"2 hours?? I'll wake you up then.."

She looked to Levi then over to his bed with a contemplative sigh. "I-I'll be in the kitchen otherwise.." Levi muttered as a final push.

Eventually a full smile appeared on her lips. "I can't thank you enough Levi. You're so sweet." She stood and Levi's breath caught in his throat as her arms wrapped around his shoulders and then.. her lips were coming down on top of his head.

He felt as though his skin was melting off when she pulled back. "I promise I won't overstay my welcome though. You can kick me out if you think I am."

"I won't" he thought as he stared at her from his seat.

Her boots hit the floor with a soft thunk soon followed by her sweater inching off beautiful shoulders, down her arms and.. Levi looked away but then his curiosity caught him again and he was watching her fold the item and place it on the edge of the bed.

Just relax

It wasn't like he'd never seen a girl take her clothes off. Though maybe Hange didn't quite fit that bill now that he really thought about it. With a soft exhale he felt the tension from his shoulders slowly give and his mind was back on the cooling beef stew in front of him.

He shifted the beef chunks around before taking a cautious bite. Swallowing it down with ease. He'd always loved making this dish, it reminded him of his mom and he'd always pictured her smile when he ate it. But for whatever reason right now he wasn't even slightly focused on the warm meal.

He heard a loud shift across the room, which was probably the third one in a row. And he looked up to hear his name being called. Her voice was so soft, so tender he felt like he'd misheard.

"Come here." She said with an outstretched hand. "Please?"

Levi stood from his spot at the table, pushing the chair in and heading over to her. When he stood in front of her he could see a barely there smile on her face and she blinked up at him before beckoning for him to sit by her legs.

Despite the part of him that was slightly uneasy over being that close he took the spot, boring deep holes into the smooth hard wood.

A couple seconds passed with neither of them saying a word. Then a minute of pure silence flooded the room with uncomfortable reality.

"I hate myself for thinking this way honestly.." She began and Levi twitched. "But I kinda wish I had never dated Jean."

Levi blinked then stole a glance at her. She was staring back and her fingers were intertwined on her stomach.

"I mean.. uggh he's so sweet. Not you sweet but caring and kind and I love that about him. I love him I just.." She let out a harsh breath, sitting up and to Levi's own shock wrapped both arms around his midsection. "I hate him too." She whispered into Levi's neck but he wasn't even registering the words, more focused on trying to breathe.

"Are you ok with this?" She exhaled into his collar.

Levi's fingers dug into the soft bedding, toes curled in his boots, eyes shut tight. He slowly nodded trying his best not to look the way he felt.

"Nooo ok I don't hate him. I hate things about him." She continued "That's normal right? Everyone hates things about people they love."

"Y-yeah." Levi shifted squeezing his legs closer together.

Y/N didn't seem to notice though as she droned on. "How many things though-"

Her hand was moving over his chest. Whether she knew it or not it was slowly cresting over his stomach. Then back up toward his bashing heartbeat. Her leg unabashedly rubbing almost roughly against his.

"Because I hate his attitude and his possessiveness.. but Levi. He was my first serious relationship I can't imagine my life without him.."

Levi's heart dunked. It felt as though it was flopping its way into his small intestine. He peered over at her face where she was rubbing her chin in the crook of his shoulder.

"Why can't it just be simple?"

Levi exhaled, noting how her eyes fluttered when he did so. The way his breath smoothed over her cheeks. And warm scent of her own breath. "I know.. nothing about stuff like this.." He answered honestly

Her body heat pressed slightly firmer into him. "If you did.. would you be simple?" She muttered, pressing her chin back into his collarbone.

"Maybe.."

Why was she so ok with being this close while Levi was practically unconscious inside? She leaned her head against him like she'd done it so many times before. Stared into his eyes and touched his chest.

Her finger came up and he blinked rapidly as she plucked his hair back away from his face. "Well would you love your girlfriend?"

"Y-yes."

"Would you always respect her boundaries?"

"Yeah."

"Would you cling to her? Whine anytime she even breathes around another guy?"

"I.. It might be hard not to immediately be jealous.. but I'd want her to know I trust her."

If it were possible to drown in someone's eyes Levi was doing it right now. For once he knew that what he was seeing wasn't his imagination, her eyes flicking from his own eyes to his lips and back up again.

"You're partially there then." She replied, completely making eye contact again.

"Are you dating Jean again?" Levi asked before his brain had even caught up. "I know Hange said you two might get back together."

She backed away, flopping backwards on the bed. Though her leg remained nuzzled against his. Every bit of his body was screaming for her warmth to return.

She sat herself up on her elbows. "He acts like we are but we aren't."

"What about that kiss?" If he could stop himself from talking he damn sure would.

"Kiss?"

"O-on the balcony.. near the stairs."

Her hands flew to her face. "You say that? Oh god.." He winced as she spoke. "No, Levi.. I'm not.. I mean listen.. He caught me off guard, I wasn't expecting him to do that."

Levi just nodded along.

"I just wish everything was simple.. I wish being with Jean was like being with-"

The pink in her cheeks was unmistakable now. So so very unmistakable. And Levi's heart was definitely almost out of his chest with just how hard and how fast it was beating.

Suddenly every bit of her warmth was disengaging with him. Her legs coming up to curl on the bed as she shifted into a fetal position. Her arm reaching up to yank a pillow over her head. She let out a harsh laugh that made Levi inch away a little.

"Ok! I'm gonna sleep now!" She continued to giggle and Levi took this opportunity to practically yank himself off the bed, heading back to his abandoned bowl of stew.

Though there was definitely no way he was going to eat it now.

~~~~

A barrage of hard knocks sounded that could definitely only be Hange and Levi yanked the door open to allow her and Erwin to assess his room like they were cops.

"She's in here!" Erwin whisper-yelled pointing towards Y/N still curled up now sleeping peacefully with a blanket Levi had put over her.

"You sly dog!" Hange said a bit too loud.

"Shut up."

"Uh?" Erwin gestured

Levi rolled his eyes. "She came to me talking about Jean." He grunted at the mention. "We talked then she fell asleep in my bed."

"And you didn't.." Hange gestured with her hips quickly getting a smack to the shoulder from Erwin.

"Fucking idiot." Levi said with a sigh. "How did you both find out she was here?"

"Connie and Sasha said they couldn't find her and that Jean drove off hours ago and probably wasn't gonna return till later today."

Levi shouldn't have but a sort of pleasant flutter rose in his chest. He almost let his lips upturn catching it way before Erwin and Hange could see.

"Ok.. but why your bed of all places?" Erwin continued to pry.

"She was really tired from last night."

"Yeah she was." Hange guffawed, gestured again getting yet another slap from Erwin. This time she reached out for her shoulder with a wince.

"It wasn't a fun kind of 'last night' Hange." Erwin remarked "So what about this?"

"What about it?"

"Make your move already." He replied

Levi groaned rolling his eyes. "Her heart might only be set on Jean."

"Says the guy who currently has her in his bed." Hange states with a sigh.

Y/N jerked awake when the sound of more loud knocking erupted at Levi's door. Hange quickly moved before anyone else could opening it for a flustered and sleep deprived looking Connie and Sasha.

"Hey!" Sasha called racing across the room.

Hange reached out for Connie's shoulder. "Where does Jean plan on sleeping tonight when he comes back?"

Connie turned. "In our room. We're not all sharing one room but I doubt Y/N's gonna let us hang out for a while."

Once Connie had left earshot Hange turned to Levi with a gigantic smile.

"Shut up already."

"At this point we might as well say nothing Hange." Erwin shrugged with a shake of his head.

Connie sat on the edge of the bed, leaning on Sasha's shoulder as she spoke. "Why'd you come here? Jean left hours ago you could've just slept in your own bed."

"I didn't feel comfortable sleeping in my bed.." She replied, pulling her legs into her chest.

"Just come back tonight. Knowing Jean he'll go to sleep as soon as he gets back to the lodge." Connie replied

"Has he texted you?" Y/N questioned

"No."

"He's driving and he never texts while he's driving."

Y/N nodded feeling a mild pang in her chest as she leaned back on her palms. She slowly blinked the sleep from her eyes with a tiny yawn. Her eyelids soon fluttering open again instantly making contact with Levi who seemed to relax at her soft gaze. She tilted her head with a little smile in his direction.

"Or, maybe you should stay here." Sasha smirked

Y/N snapped her head towards her best friend. "Huh?!"

"What?" Connie blinked at the two girls. Sasha who was now giggling and Y/N who flopped back against the mattress covering her face with both hands.

~~~~

Day seven

"Aren't you bored?"

"No."

"Cold?"

"Extremely.."

"Then why don't you ski with us instead of reading all those boring books?! Can you even properly turn the pages with gloves on?"

"Please go away.."

Levi huffed as Hange kicked her feet back and forth slightly shaking the bench. The sun was slowly starting to diminish for the day and Levi wanted nothing more than to finish this chapter at least. "I'm just keeping you company.. you look lonelier than usual."

"Isn't Moblit skiing today? On his only off day?"

She stared up at the sky, pondering this for a second "Bye Levi!" She said sprinting off.

Levi breathed a sigh of relief, flipping the pages of his book back to where he'd been reading. Easily deemed more difficult with the wool of his dark red gloves.

"Whatcha reading?" The irritating plop of someone seating themselves next to him made him outwardly grit his teeth and he whipped his head over only to completely lose the malice boiling up toward the surface.

She giggled flipping the book in his hand, careful not to lose the page as she did so. "Don't get me wrong Levi." She began, fiddling with her skis. "I know you love books but don't you wanna go skiing at least once while you're up here?"

Levi flipped the book close shaking his head. "Never done it and I'm cold enough sitting here."

She sighed loudly with a little giggle. "I could always teach you." When Levi didn't respond for a few seconds Y/N placed a hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, I won't let you fall." She winked standing and putting her hand out.

Erwin's advice from their first day here quickly flooded his memory. He stared at her hand with slight confusion and she must have picked up on it cause she retracted it.

"I figured you'd take it." She waved absently with a wild shake of her head. "Come on! One hour. I promise I'll leave you to your books if you hate it."

A bit more contemplation and he nodded. He looked to her as he stood. "So.." He tried

"So?"

"I-"

"Skis! You need skis." She replied awkwardly, pressing her gloved hand against the bridge of her nose. "Sorry.." She grumbled in defeat.

As soon as they'd touched the first bit of fresh powder Levi knew he shouldn't have agreed to this. He flopped around in these awful contraptions before hitting the snow right on his ass. While Y/N tried and failed to surpress a giggle.

"Are you ok?" She heaved, putting both her hands out for him.

This time Levi took them brushing the cold off his backside. "Just fine." He grunted

"You're a beginner so it's ok to struggle." She replied "Maybe you should hold on to me.. you know to be safe.."

When Levi took her arm he felt a burst of currents flowing through every inch of him. Almost too happy for such a normal touch. His foot slipped again and he was quickly glad for her hand that came to steady him.

"Just move with me ok. Skis connecting to stop and spread apart to go." His fingers dug into her jacket and she smiled to him. "Don't be scared ok. I'm gonna do this with you."

"Tch, I'm not scared.."

"Oh? Then I'll bet you'll ace this right off the bat and leave me in the dust."

It was safe to say Levi hated this immediately. The skis slid quickly and the hill they were on only propelled it further. He quickly connected the skis stopping just behind Y/N who'd slipped from his grasp and slowed to a halt turning to look back at him.

"One more time ok?"

He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. Cheeks puffed out as he looked at her.

"Please? I'll let you go back to your book after you destroy this hill." She giggled, outstreching her arm.

His gaze softened and he reached a slightly shaky hand out to her. The occasional person raced past them but Y/N kept her gaze on Levi steadily holding his wrist where he was practically jabbing her coat with his fingernails through his gloves.

"That's it." She cooed "You're doing good, not too fast ok."

"Mm." He held her just a little tighter feeling his stomach slowly uncoil.

Without really meaning to he felt the skis slowly start to spread apart and the once really easy, gentle pace quickly became much faster.

"Levi slow down a little.." She warned

He pulled his feet in only to have them slip beneath him at the much quicker speed they were going. He hit the ground hard but didn't stop, dragging Y/N down in his grip. She screamed out Levi's name or so he might have heard but they were practically flying down at this point.

Snow fluttering around them with each tumble and roll. Levi ended up on his back and one of his skis flew off as he grappled around still tumbling with Y/N just behind him. He gasped in air as it flew from his body, coughing and wincing as they continued to fall.

He grunted, reaching out for her with one arm which quickly grabbed her leg to keep her close to him. They hit a snow bank and Levi was quickly recovering his sight just before they both grinded to a halt hitting the bottom of a tree stopping their tumbling.

Y/N was the first to try to sit up instantly crying out. "Ah ah!" She cried "L-Levi.." Came her pained whimpers as she clutched her ankle.

"Your.." He struggled trying his best to properly roll over to her side.

"Levi, I don't think I can get up." She said "You need to go get help.. it's getting dark."

"I can't leave you here.."

"Did you bring your phone?" She tried, blinking over at him.

"No."

"Then you have to go get help while you can still make it."

Levi gritted his teeth but used the tree they were currently resting on to pull his weight up. Helping Y/N to lay her back against the bark. "Which way is it?" He looked down at his feet, wiggling both now skiless shoes around.

When she didn't answer he turned to look at her. Eyes wide as he gazed at her snow covered hair and cheeks. "I-I don't know.."

(Hey Siri, play Ho Hey by The Lumineers)

#levi ackerman #levi imagine #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi attack on titan #levi #levi fanfiction #aot #snk #attack on titan #shinkegi no kyojin #levi x y/n #levi x you

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• certainty | kyh

ykcyj ➝ arskyh

title: certainty pairing: kang younghyun (youngk of day6) & you genre: FLUFF words: 2.6k

author’s note: requested by @strxwberrifields :’) thank you so much for fueling the idea for this prompt. i think i strayed away a little, though, i’m sorry! i hope it is still enjoyable. also, youngk’s cover of when you love someone was playing while i wrote this, it helped set the mood a ton. (listen to it, you won’t regret it)

any requests? check my pinned post if i’m accepting any at the moment, thanks!

there’s something about being in love 

that you can’t put into definitive words 

it’s so sickeningly cliche, you know that

there’s nothing more annoying than hearing 

someone gush about their significant other 

over and over and over— we get it! you’re in a relationship and it’s great and just

don’t rub it in, please 

kidding aside

—you don’t think your relationship with younghyun is like that 

if anything, you feel somewhat lacking in telling him how much you love the guy

dating a pretty famous bassist, idol, vocalist, business admin major—

scratch that. dating someone like younghyun is already out of the ordinary for you 

and so you can’t help but feel… insecure, at times

or feeling left out from his idol circle and the fact that 

you can never bring yourself to fully immerse in it like he does

you don’t blame him!! you never blame younghyun for who he is 

it’s just a bizarre concept to find yourself even crossing paths with the now love of your life

for almost a year, might you add

the thought still sends goosebumps all over your skin

and a silly smile that gets you weird looks when you’re in public 

man, if they knew who that smile was about

who your heart is for

they’d be jealous, duh

or judge you because— 

you? with a guy like him? scoffs 

you should get out of your head sometimes, it’s healthy (try it, please) 

you’re good to younghyun, right? you think you are

a guy like him is smart enough to know what’s good for him… right? 

STOP IT STOP you have a mission to do today

and that’s to bring the very same guy—  

(plaguing your mind and disrupting the rhythm of your heartbeat every waking second)

—his lunch today

it’s just him in the studio; him and his bandmates have been doing their own thing for a few months now

which is a refreshing change of pace for everyone, you heard  

but work is still work; and younghyun is recording yet another single to upload sometime soon

you’re excited, and jealous of how his mind works 24/7

but with that much thinking and execution comes a lot of hunger; and younghyun is not immune to not having an appetite

man’s stomach is the blackhole, anything that goes in there is nowhere to be found

(as if it never came in the first place)

you text him you’re by the entrance, and there’s a lot of typos

“hrre> i hv lunch. its heavy”

you know he won’t respond because there is no second wasted recording; you still do it, anyway 

just in case

you’re greeted by a few people working in the bldg, some of them recognize you already which you’re still shy about 

finally, you enter his studio, careful not to topple over the take out stuff you have in the bag

as expected, younghyun is inside the soundproof room where the ~*~magic~*~ happens, eyes closed and headphones on

immediately, your heart soars at the sight of him. it’s not a new thing for you to see him in his workspace

but it’s always a new feeling to watch how he lets the music flow in his presence

he can’t hear you but you’re careful in taking out bowls of ramen, broth, rice, and other side dishes on the coffee table. he’ll probably be done in a few minutes—

door opening louder than you anticipated

“you’re here!! and there’s FOOD,” younghyun exclaims, the headphones slung around his neck with the cord hanging in midair

you’re shook at his speed, but then again the one thing he loves the most is right in front of him

yep: food 

you laugh, greet him with a kiss on the cheek (that warms your own face up, you’ll never get used to doing that) and let him know about his probably expensive headphones just dangling around

“eh who cares,” younghyun casually shrugs but you keep reprimanding him with an expectant look 

“fine fine, i’ll put them down safely”

“good, have you eaten today?” 

“yep but that was like an hour ago” 

that’s younghyun for you, and you expected it. so you tell him to dig in

“it’s from the ramen place we tried a month ago, thought you’d want some soup since it’s getting colder”

his eyes light up like a kid opening his birthday present which he already knew what would be inside

“this is amazing, babe, thanks!” he reciprocates your kiss on the lips this time: short but sweet 

you squeal, and temporarily feel calm and collected about his “approval” 

you sit next to him, just watching him attack the noodles first, then slurping the broth with utmost grace (spoiler alert: he is chowing down like it’s his last meal)

and yet you’re falling so deeply in love again as you try to picture the image of him happily eating in your mind, framing it and keeping it stored there safely

“you’re not eating?” he asks in between bites of kaarage and takoyaki. it was practically a meal for three

you shake your head. “i ate before coming here” which wasn’t a lie, and he’d know if it was since he’d hear your stomach grumble 

but that takoyaki sure looks tasty… 

“wh—” younghyun shoves one right inside your mouth, chuckling as he watches you struggle to chew it so suddenly 

“you know you wanted some,” he teases. pouting, you finish the takoyaki before trying to defend yourself

but younghyun had something else up his sleeve; or rather he grabs a tissue and dabs it on the side of your cheek

“someone was hungry,” he sing-songs, slanted eyes glinting with amusement

“you have the nerve to say that considering you finished a full course meal!” you sneer at him, feeling his gentleness as he wipes your cheek clean

you keep bantering back and forth like that; it’s natural, it’s what you like about your relationship

he finishes and it hasn’t even been an hour since you got here. someone can study this man’s digestive system and find new wonders of the human body in him 

buuuut you kinda wanna keep younghyun to yourself for now— as much as you can, really, seeing as he’s an idol… 

“that was sooo good,” he sighs, leaning back against the couch with one hand around your shoulders

you rest your head against his, cradling up to his warmth

he’s so cuddly when he’s just finished eating

not to mention

“zzz”

“younghyun, you have a song to record!” you shake him awake, and he’s not kidding either

the man just falls asleep! 

“mm five minutes…” he dozes off, hugging you even closer to him. both arms around your frame this time

now that you’re face to face, you can clearly see the exhaustion smearing his perfect features

without make up on, his eyelids are veiny, there’s a shadow underneath them and his face just physically looks dull 

the more he eases into you, the heavier his body feels sinking into the couch

and your heart sinks with it

younghyun works so incredibly hard— literally every single day, there is no stopping him from creating and doing and sometimes

you just want to tell him to slow down, pause for a moment

it makes your chest tighten, to think that younghyun thinks time is moving so fast for him

that he needs to accomplish so much before time runs out

you lift your hand up and card your fingers through his hair (he had it dyed black recently, and you’re all for it) 

he hums in satisfaction and nuzzles his head against you even further

then, you move your hand over to his cheeks, tracing its height and going over the tip of his nose

boop

and steal kiss 

he can really fall asleep like this, right next to you

you might doze off with him too 

but, just like younghyun, true to his word— 

he’s awake and back into recording mode less than ten minutes later

he stretches like a cat, and leaves you bewildered at the amount of energy he’s recharged himself with in such little time

“you give me energy, what can i say?”

“shut up” 

he tries to clean up the empty bowls and used utensils, but you shoo the musician away

“go. work, i’ll handle this” he knows he can’t argue with you on that

it makes you feel useful to him, somehow, just doing these little things to accommodate for his lifestyle

you wonder if it’s enough

you spend the rest of the afternoon in the studio. while he records and edits and goes back to recording, you brought your laptop to do some work remotely

he lets you hear some of the recorded lines he’s done, and you nod your head all the time and say they sound perfect, they sound like him

he doesn’t really like that

“there’s bound to be something that’s missing. what else would you have liked to hear from this verse?”

he looks so serious, brows knitted, lips curled forward whenever he listens to himself in the audio

you feel bad; you don’t know much about music mixing and all that— plus you’re not lying when you say you like what you hear

but maybe in this area, there’s not much you can contribute in his life 

and these are the moments when you think you fail as an equal partner

younghyun realizes the abrupt quiet in the air as you make yourself feel smaller than you do

“just a little more and i’ll be done for the day,” he tells you, patting your head reassuringly

you give him a meek nod, not meeting his eyes, and go back to some work

at least, you try. for distraction

he sounds disappointed— maybe you need to learn how to analyze beats and harmonies and such next time? 

before you know it, younghyun finishes up and saves his progress

you’ve also fallen asleep a little there while sitting down on the floor, and your head on top of your laptop 

“babe?” 

when you wake up, the take-out bags are nowhere to be seen and your laptop is inside your messenger bag

“can i hang out at your place tonight?” younghyun asks, and you try to regain your senses

“yeah, yeah of course,” you say absent-mindedly, concerned thoughts swirling your consciousness

younghyun doesn’t bring a lot when he goes to the studio, he leaves the instruments in the room and only carries his phone and USB on him

upon exiting the place, he grabs hold of your bag and slings it on his arm

on the other, he invites your hand in his

you don’t say anything, still feel guilty for the incident a while ago, but accept his intertwining fingers

he squeezes yours tight, and gives you a slow, reassuring kiss on the cheek 

“i’m sorry if i pressured you back there,” he apologizes firmly, looking at you straight in the eye

it’s a little intimidating, if you’re being honest 

because when younghyun owns up to something— or even when he’s just determined about his words

he wants you to look at him, and see the truth in what he’s telling you

in retrospect, that’s how you fell in love

as that’s how younghyun confessed his own feelings

but now, he’s saying sorry for something you should be sorry for

before you even feel the tears well up, he has his hands cup your face, rubbing alongside your temples 

the air is still outside, and there’s a faint noise of people chattering, walking, and existing in the world

but what you see is younghyun, and the way he presents you all of who he is at the moment

“it’s not you,” you start off the cliche, so you stop yourself

“i just feel like i don’t do anything…”

“anything?”

“in this relationship… that’s beneficial to you…” finally, words that explain some of your true, insecure feelings

you shut your eyes as tight as you can as to avoid confronting younghyun’s gaze 

he’s quiet

probably mad

possibly about to break up with you

realizing that you’re right

instead, a slight pain on your forehead and you mutter a surprised, “ow.”

“that’s what you get,” younghyun says, seriously but his eyes show that of worry

you pout, and he tries to resist but he can’t so he kisses you

“for thinking the opposite of who you are to me,” he continues, letting go of your face and sliding his fingers in between the crevices of yours once more 

you leave it like that, feeling just a tad bit calmer than before

but younghyun keeps looking at you, poking at your side which causes you to be ticklish

and he knows that 

“you hungry?” he asks once you reach downtown

“just a little,” you say, thinking of what to cook dinner for the both of you soon since he said he’s coming over

“let’s get some galbi,” he urges, tugging you towards the restaurant with the glowing sign

“but you just ate…” you say quizzically, and as if on cue your stomach grumbles

well it has been a few hours for you

but for younghyun, technically he should already be full for the rest of the day!

“c’mon, my treat,” he doesn’t take no for an answer and you guys sit at a table with the stove in the center

for the rest of the night, he grills you your meat 

doesn’t even let you put them on your plate, it has to come from him as you feeds you some of your favorites, galbi, gobchang, hangjusal; the whole nine yards

of course, he’s eating too, and laughing, and making you smile

“room for dessert?” he asks, and you shake your head no too many times

“get yourself some, i know you want to” you tell him, and he’s already calling for the waiter to bring him a mochi or two

he eats it while walking back to your apartment with you; and he seems like such a satisfied kid

you can’t go on throughout the day being all sullen with younghyun; it’s impossible

back in your apartment, you ease into the familiarity of the place

and so does younghyun

you ready some clothes for him that he’s left in your dresser to prepare a warm bath

but he calls you in the living room 

“just a moment, younghyun”

“no no i need you now :(“ 

well, can you resist that tone? no

“what’s up? don’t you want to freshen up first?”

“i want you first” 

:( “okay,” you say as shyly as your pounding heart can let you say

and you’re back in the same position as in the studio, right after he ate

arms around you, and he coaches your legs to rest on his 

basically you’re koala-hugging him on your couch

“what’s this?” you say embarrassed. even in your own goddamn apartment, he makes you feel so many things at once

“being extra clingy”

“i can see that— but why?”

“so you don’t doubt yourself” 

you’re taken aback

“there’s nothing that you need to change or do in front of me, or for me to make me love you more,” he starts off, and there goes his eyes again. staring, watching you. steady, serious but.. calming, in a sense

“because i already love you, so much. for everything that you do for me. all the little things.”

“i love you too,” you whisper, finding it hard to find words to describe how lucky you are to have him

again

but this time, you know he doesn’t mind

just having you right here by him is enough, having him recognize the small yet appreciated gestures that you do

and how he manages to check up on your own feelings so quick, and remedy the sadness just like that

there’s just something about being in love with younghyun

that words can’t express

but this moment with him right now can at least make you feel

that much loved by him too

#young k imagines #young k scenarios #day6 imagines #day6 scenarios #young k x reader #brian kang imagines #brian kang scenarios #day6 au #by:jiae #dot series

[transhoverfish]

What are everyone's "abilities" in Survivors? Ryley has good hearing and Milo glows but what do the others have?

!!! YOU HAVE ASKED ME ABOUT MY AU !!! THE FLOODGATES OF YELLING HAVE OPENED!!

OK SO. as u mentioned ryley has good hearing and milo glows. basically,

ryley = good hearing

milo = glowy boy

emily = electric detection (cooler than i describe rn my vocabulary is small)

danby = like emily's but reverse. controls electromagnetic things

roman = night vision

jochi = the most superpower like one, he got quick regeneration.

avery = telepathy!

bart = also kind of telepathy but more like future telepathy. he has future vision.

and i. never thought of one for ozzy actually and at this point i have no idea what to give them that wouldn't have been brought up prior so. u know genetics are weird! they just dont have anything ig. nobody look at me LABDKABDLABD

AND ALSO paul and marg have powers! paul got that peeper enzyme carrier thing, and marg got the very funny power of feeling others emotions. yes that includes the fish. yes this is one of the primary reasons she didnt kill paul over a decade of dealing w him. yes she hates it.

and the vesper haven't been sick long enough to develop anything! or at least thats what im going with bc i havent thought of anything for them yet 😔

AND NOW: LONGER EXPLANATIONS. IM GONNA GET CARRIED AWAY SO ITS UNDER A READ-MORE.

first off on the list: bart! so bart.. kinda has futuristic visions?? but the things he sees are not set in the stone,, as in if he dreams about smth (a lot like ryley can!) it is possible to change those events! most of these visions/telepathy type stuff were bc of the emperor and warpers, and also al-an! once the sea emp died and the warpers all calmed down his powers kind of go away a bit. i think i wrote al-an sort of mentioning it in one chap of awa?? but its only kind of implied. so he has rlly similar powers to avery except he can't tell what others are thinking and he can only kind of tell how his closest friends r feeling. so right now bart pretty much doesn't have powers! he can communicate w the warpers and sea emps much easier than the others tho (he's the only one that can talk to warpers! im not sure he'd get along w them after being hunted down by them for like 12 years though KABDLSBRLSHD)

avery has telepathy! this is because when he first shows up he jokes about having telepathy and i was like "haha. WAIT." and then he got telepathy! i realize its a bad idea to not come up with their powers until as im writing but uhhh well. i never said i was a fantastic writer who's smart. KANROSHROSBF.

he also kind of had marg's empathy ability but wayyy dialed back. he can only tell how other humans are feeling and he can only vaguely understand it as opposed to feeling the emotions himself like marg does. so he can kind of tell how others are feeling and he can tell what theyre thinking about! unless of course for plot convince he can't. strong emotions, especially strong negative emotions (ie. fear) can overwhelm him and makes his powers stop working. and if someone is convinced they're right then he wont b able to tell they're lying/hiding something! yay plot convenience!!

roman has night vision. i have no way of making this sound cool he just straight up can see really well in the dark. like a cat. most of the powers were based off where they originally landed and what would help them in that area! and roman landed in the sparse reef, which is so dark all the time i cry thinking about it. so he has night vision! his poor eyesight is probably all kinds of fucked up now tho.

jochi has regeneration abilities! now i know this might sound a bit much but he just heals from cuts and stuff faster and like. he bones heal fast. and he's more likely to survive smth that might usually kill someone, but its like a 10% higher chance of living nothing too much. he doesn't rlly get scars as much as the others, and its healed his old ones a bit more! this is by far the most unrealistic power of them all, but ya know its alien fish planet game who cares. basically bc his life support systems failed his spine got all fucked up and he got infected faster bc he was barely alive for the first few days and spent a lot of time w bart who was looking after him. power helped fix his back, but he still has a rlly bad limp and pretty much constant pain. big mood there khasar 😔✊

emily can detect electromagnetic waves! works best underwater. kind of like ryley's, but instead of hearing noises she can only hear anything electric, like vehicles or ampeels or heartbeats. gets all fucked up during thunderstorms though sadly. she's the only other one that can kind of hear warpers and can tell when ones about to warp around but she cant actually talk back to them. pretty sick if u ask me tho.

danby has p similar powers to her bc ampeels also spawn in the bulb zone. except he can sense them at a much smaller distance, cant hear warpers, and can control the waves around him! mostly just his own tho. so like, he can quiet his heartbeat or make it stop all together. scary power that he does not know how to control. uh oh. but he can also control other creatures a bit! he's very good at hiding bc of this, which is nice bc he loves to hide from scary things. very big mood once again.

milo is glowing powers! looks a lot like the transparency of a ghost levi or a crabsquid, although he isn't as see through as them. you can def make out like veins but not bones or organs. his powers are activated by touch, the more force behind will create more glow and more transparency! a poke = goes away within a few seconds, a slap = stays for a minute or so. instead of bruises, he just glows until the bruise would normally go away. he's basically a living glowstick. i have another joke for this but i cannot physically convince myself to type it bc its some shit emily would say to him and i cannot embarrass him like that LABDLABDKABAKD

andd ryley's super hearing! can hear basically everything within a mile radius at all times. im bad at math and i don't know the metric system but i think that's like around 1k meters. wait does the metric system use mile already. no. ONCE AGAIN NEVER SAID I WAS SMART.

OK ANYWAYS back on track! this means he can hear about half of the crater at all times. he's gotten p good at blocking out background noise and anything far away. typically only hears everything within like 300 meters of himself. so when he does get back to just hearing everything its like. u ever take out headphones in a busy place and everything kinda hurts for a few seconds bc its so much noise. yeah like that but 500x worse. he's able to concentrate on specific areas within this 1 mile field but if its far away it fucks him up good for a lil while. sorry ryley :(

and then the other two degasi! as mentioned before, paul can carry enzyme like the peepers, but he also can kind of make some himself! only small amounts and it works a bit less than the peeper enzyme does. he does not have to cough it up though thankfully it just like. idk how to describe this idea it can just kind of leave through his skin?? he has like no control over his power at all it just kind does its own thing and he deals w it. this is primarily how he and marg survive for so long w/o dying to kharra!

and finally marguerit! highly empathetic abilities that allow her to feel the emotions of anything around her! i thought it would be funny as hell to give MARGUERIT of all ppl Big Emotion Disease. this is a big reason why she has had yet to murder paul and why she's a lot less murderer like in the au. its hard to kill someone if you. you know. can feel exactly what they are. probably the reason she adopted Dog Bart/Legally Preston Emotionally Not. saw sad puppy and felt too bad to leave him. like paul, she has basically no control over it and is one of the reasons she does NOT want to go back to the survivors base and be around so many other ppl, she'd be feeling like, 13 ppl's emotions at one time. all these powers have fucked up drawbacks dont they??

once again sam, robin, jeff, maxim, and ozzy are (for now at least) not gonna have any powers! mutations are weird and ozzy just didn't get anything, and the vesper haven't been sick long enough for any yet!

OK THATS ALL. HOLY SHIT SORRY FOR YELLING FOR 15 MINUTES. GOT CARRIED AWAY. hopefully that explains everything tho OABEOABROANRJS OK BYE MY PHONE IS ALMOST DEAD

#wrote a whole ass chapter to the fanfic right here AKSJSKWBEOAN #so um. ENJOY ME YELLING ABOUT THESE CHARACTERS?? #subnautica: survivors #ryley robinson #avery quinn #bart torgal #paul torgal #marguerit maida #berkeley #cto yu #danby #ozzy #keen #jochi khasar #sam ayou #robin ayou #serik jevov #maxim #I TAGGED EVERYONE RIGHT?? #THERES TOO MANY OF THESE BASTARDS #ask #subnautica: a world alone

[ibelieveinharrystyles]

Chapter Eight: Spaces Between Us

Life for Ashley was weird, although they were keeping their distance from each other, Harry insisted that a car came to pick Ashley up for work each morning, he was fearful that she would end up in a situation out of her control, and her safety was ultimately his main priority. Since Ashley ended things they had tried to remain as civil as possible, if they were going to be co-parenting a baby, they needed to at least be on good terms. She sat in the back of the car as it drove through the streets of London, the city that once felt like another world, had become the place she called home. The streets she once feared were now the places that held some of her fondest memories.

Roman greeted Ashley with open arms as she entered the studio for her last day at work, “Morning Ash, how are you feeling about today?” He asked.

“Scared, but I’m ready, I’m excited to focus all my time on my little ones, well Daisy isn’t so little anymore, she starts big school on Monday, it feels like yesterday I was standing in that kitchen with you when my waters broke.” Ashley reminded him.

“It’s been incredible working with you for the past few years, I know you’ve gone through a lot of shit since you’ve been here, but if you ever need anything, you can call me. I think of you like my younger sister, and that’s a bond for life.” Roman smiled.

“You’re a soft bugger Ro.” Her heart skipped a beat, that’s what she once called Harry, before life got all kinds of complicated. “We best get the show on the road then.” Ashley declared, taking a seat at the studio desk and putting on her chunky headphones for the final time.

“Good Morning! You’re listening to the breakfast show on Capital with me Roman Kemp, and for the final time Ash Hanson.” Roman told the listeners, “Seeing as it’s her last day on the radio, Ash has complete control of today’s tracks, so Ash what’s your first song going to be?” Roman asked.

“It’s a personal favourite of mine, and I think the lyrics are something we could all do with a little bit more of in our lives, this is New Rules by Dua Lipa.” Ashley announced just before the track began to play.

“That wouldn’t be a bit of shade thrown at a certain boyband member would it?” Roman whispered, now that they weren’t on air.

“Maybe.” Ashley smirked.

Flatpack furniture had always confused Harry, even though it was supposedly extremely simple to assemble, he found the instruction manuals no help at all, he had spent the first part of the morning trying to construct a crib for the baby. Although he wouldn’t have full custody of the baby, Harry felt that it was right for his future child to have a bedroom in his house. So here he was, random pieces of wood scattered across the floor, he had no clue what went where, or how to assemble it properly, he was losing his mind. The sound of the radio made up for the lack of silence in his house, since Ashley let him go, Harry had been listening to the breakfast show every morning, simply so he could hear her voice. He was meant to be meeting her at the hospital for an appointment at 11am, and wanting an excuse to abandon his flat pack furniture endeavours, he decided it would be best to pick Ashley up from work instead. 

Ashley left the Capital offices for the last time armed with several bouquets of flowers and gift bags, making her way to the underground car park where the Addison Lee usually waits for her, “Let me help you with that,” She looked up to see Harry smiling warmly at her.

“What are you doing here?” She asked as Harry took a couple of the bags from her.

“We  have that hospital appointment, and I didn’t like the thought of you getting the tube there.” Harry explained as they climbed into his car.

“I am a fully capable woman Harry, just because I’m pregnant it doesn’t mean I can’t get myself to the other side of London.” Ashley told him as Harry pulled out of the car park.

“I know that love, but if anything ever happened to you or the baby I could never forgive myself, I don’t want the press finding out and swarming you, especially when I’m not here to look after you.” Harry replied.

“What does that mean?” Ashley asked.

“I won’t be in the country when the baby arrives, I’m going to be in another film, I won’t be back until December.” Harry told her.

“It’s like that is it?” Ashley sighed, she had hoped Harry would be there when the baby came, she desperately wanted him there when Daisy was born, but that never happened.

“There’s nothing I can do about it Ash, I can’t ask you to come to America with me, Daisy starts school next week, I don’t want her to miss vital months of her education.” Harry explained as they pulled into the hospital car park, still overly concerned about Ashley’s safety, Harry was paying for her to go to a private maternity hospital, meaning details of her pregnancy were much less likely to be leaked.

“Hello you two, how’s everything going today?” Kirstie, the midwife asked as she entered the consultation room where Ashley and Harry were waiting. 

“Wonderful.” Ashley answered bluntly in response to Harry’s previous revelation.

“So we’re here to talk through the birth plan, have you decided what’s happening? Mr Styles you’re most welcome to be there.” She explained.

“He’s out of the country when the baby’s due.” Ashley said bitterly.

“That's okay, is there anyone you want there with you?” Kirstie asked.

“It’ll probably have to be Lou or Harry’s sister Gemma.” Ashley replied.

“That's good, as long as you have someone who can be by your side, that's all that matters.” She assured her, “If you hop onto the bed, we’ll do that scan we talked about.” Ashley climbed onto the bed, pulling up her top to reveal a perfectly round bump, Harry moved his chair to sit beside her as Kirstie squeezed the cold gel onto Ashley’s stomach. She slowly moved the scanner across her stomach, the baby appeared on the screen, the sound of it’s heartbeat echoing through the room. “That’s your baby, there's it’s hands and feet, I’ll give you two a minute alone while I go and print that scan for you.” 

Ashley turned from where her gaze was transfixed on the screen displaying her baby to where Harry was sat on the other side of her, his eyes glossed over, “You alright?” She whispered, wiping the gel from her stomach.

“That’s our beautiful baby, a beautiful little person who is going to be loved not just by its family, but by thousands of people across the world, in the same way they love Bear and Freddie.” Tears began rolling down his cheeks, “I let you down Ash, I need to be someone you can depend on, whether we’re bringing up our child in a relationship or not, I promise you, with every inch of my existence, that I will always be beside you.”

When they made it back to Ashley’s house, Harry insisted on helping her take her things inside, she put her key in the door and dumped all her stuff in the hallway, “Do you want a cup of tea?” Ashley asked in an attempt to offer a lifeline.

“I’ll make them, you go and sit yourself down and get comfy.” Harry smiled.

Harry walked down the corridor to the hallway, so Ashley proceeded into the living room, “Surprise!” All her favourite people were gathered in her living room, the One Direction boys and their respective partners, Harry’s band, Gemma, Lou, Lottie and Lux. Roman and Nick had also come along, as did both Anne and Linda who had made the trip down from Holmes Chapel. The living room was decorated with various decorations in pastel shades of yellow, green and lilac, pictures of both Ashley and Harry when they were babies scattered the room.

“Did you know about this?” She asked Harry as he returned from the kitchen. 

“I’m legally not obliged to say.” Harry chuckled.

“Mummy!” Daisy ran over from where she had been sitting on Gemma’s lap.

“Hello princess, how are you?” Ashley asked, crouching down to look her in the eye.

“I helped Auntie Gem and Lou get it ready, and I made you something, Harry has it.” Daisy took her by the hand, leading her into the kitchen where Harry was waiting. Harry handed Daisy a box which she gave to Ashley. Ashley opened the box, inside it were four homemade bracelets, Daisy had made a blue one for Harry, a purple one for Ashley, a pink one for herself, and yellow for the new baby. “It’s for our little family.” Daisy smiled as she sat in Harry’s arms, bringing Ashley to tears.

“You are the most precious little lady I could ever ask for Daisy Darling,” Ashley held her tight, as both Harry and Daisy wrapped their arms around her, none of them ever wanting to let go.

The party had died down and only Niall, Gemma, Sarah and Mitch were left, the group were sat together in Ashley’s living room, scrolling through old instagram posts, filling Sarah and Mitch in on the One Direction days. Ashley sat beside Niall, her head resting on his shoulder, and although Harry knew it was completely platonic, he wished it were his shoulder instead. Niall clicked onto Twitter briefly, intending to reply to a fan’s tweet about his latest golf project. “Hey what’s that?” Ashley tapped on a tweet from The Sun, ‘HARRY’S NEW BABY MAMA?’ flashed up on Niall’s screen. “No, no this can’t be happening.” Ashley rested her head in her hands. 

“Ash what is it?” Harry asked, taking the phone from Niall, “Hey love come here,” Niall stood up allowing Harry to comfort Ashley, “Gem can you take Dais up to bed, I don’t want this to worry her.”

“Of course, come on Dais, shall we go and find one of those pretty bath bombs and get you ready for bed?” Gemma asked, taking Daisy’s hand and leading her upstairs.

“I’ll call Jeff and ask if there’s anything he can do.” Sarah told Harry.

“What does it actually say?” Harry asked Niall.

“It just says a source close to the pair exclusively revealed the news of Ash Hanson’s pregnancy.” Niall replied.

“Who is it Harry? Who have I wrongly put my trust in? It could’ve been someone who was here today, someone we’ve had in the house?” Ashley panicked as her breathing quickened.

“Hey, Ash, look at me darling,” Harry whispered as he cupped her cheeks, “We’re going to sort this out, but I need you to slow your breathing, it’s not good for you or the baby, breathe with me angel.” Harry soothed, demonstrating to Ashley how to breathe calmly. “That’s better baby, much better.” He assured her, holding her head close to his chest and stroking her hair gently, knowing that it always made her feel calm. 

“Your PR person is working on a statement at the moment Harry, they’ll send it to Jeff and he’s going to have it circulated, he says not to worry.” Sarah explained.

“I’ll make sure you have extra security Ash, so they can’t get close to the house, we’re going to do it together.” Harry told her, not daring to let her slip from his embrace. He wanted to protect her more than anything in the world, but he didn’t have the power to stop people selling stories and spinning lies, so for now, his only power was to hold her and promise he’ll never let go.

#BEST FRIEND HARRY #Harry Styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #sign of the times #harry styles one shot #one direction #one #fanfiction #one direction memes

[thirsty-x1]

I’m Here For You | X1′s Hyung Line

Request:

might be a weird timing to request this but, i wanna request a angst/fluff for hyung line where they get stress because of situation happening now and you (as their best friend) are here to cheer them up?

↬ Pairing: Hyung Line x One Its.

↬ Genre: Angst, Fluff.

↬ Warnings: mental health stuff?

↬ Word Count: 2.5k

As soon as you saw the message on the group chat, you made a mental note to be there. It was going to be a stressful day for them, you were sure of it, but at the same time you wanted to give them their own space. After all, the discussion was about the group itself and you were just their best friend but not a member. A day had passed since the news came out and it was hard to get into the building without being noticed, but the staff helped you out and finally you were in the dorms, after all they knew that all of them needed support right now.

Your heartbeat was starting to hurt your chest, the anxiety filling you as the managers told you how each of them were dealing with it. It was impossible to not get mixed feelings, something between sadness and anger invading you.

It might have been the first time you felt such coldness in the dorm: all of them were scattered around the building, mostly locked in their rooms. You decided to go to Seungwoo first, knowing he might be beating himself up for the whole situation. And you weren’t wrong: he was on his bed, surrounded by complete darkness except for the few candles that dimly lit the room and the light of his cellphone as he stared into the screen intently. When you got closer he suddenly looked up, giving you a sad smile before scooting a little bit to a side so that you would sit down next to him.

The heavy eye bags under his eyes showed how tired he was, probably lacking sleep, and his bottom lip was hurt from him biting on it while fidgeting with his phone. You looked over his shoulder and saw the comments, all negative ones after another, blaming him. With a slow sigh, you covered the phone screen and put it aside, Seungwoo’s eyes shutting close as he let you, hugging his knees to his chest and hiding his face. There wasn’t much to say as you rubbed soft caresses onto his back, feeling the sobs he let out, giving him time until he was ready to speak.

“I didn’t know… I thought… I was so scared… I wanted to escape and so I went out and I just…” Each word was interrupted by his voice breaking. “They are right, I was so selfish… Everyone was feeling the same way yet I turned my back on them and now I can’t even look them in the eye.”

“It’s not your fault.” He sobbed even harder, shaking his head. “It isn’t. You are the leader, yes, but you can’t see the future and there are things that are out of your control. Everyone is hurting and they are trying to point fingers at whatever they can, but you are not to blame.”

“I know but I can’t… I can’t stop feeling like I should have done more, insisted more. I called the agency and told them we all wanted to take part in the meeting but they ended up dismissing us… I should have gone there anyway, the rest all trusted in me and I let them down.” Unlike his usual attitude, the words started spilling one after another, his tears drying as he felt a wave of frustration wash over.

“You did all you could, just like the rest of them. The members don’t blame you, and neither do your true fans, don’t read the comments that are filled with haters and people with too much pain to think objectively.” Your fingers softly typed on the screen, looking for the positive comments. “See? Look how many people love you for who you are and how many of them understand you. Read these ones, gain strength from their love and join your members, don’t isolate yourself just to beat yourself down. You can walk slowly when the pressure is too much to handle.”

His eyes scanned the multiple comments, some making him smile and even let out a small giggle whenever there was a funny video. He was more at ease, you could notice it, but it wasn’t going to be simple to recover from the hit.

“Thank you. I’ll try to… stay stronger.”

“You already are, Seungwoo.” His lips pressed into a thin line, before nodding softly. “I’ll be here if you need me, and the members will too. You are not alone.”

When you were sure he was a little better, you got up, flicking the lights on as a slight remember, and he let out a small thank you. You had to breathe in slowly, calming yourself before heading at the studio. The door was unlocked, as usual, so you got in, a soft, sad beat welcoming you and a Seungyoun with his face covered by the hat he was wearing. He didn’t seem to hear you through the headphones he had on, despite the music playing on the speakers, so you pocked his shoulder and he flinched a bit, looking at you disorientated before calming and giving you a warm smile.

“I was wondering when you were going to come around~” He moved on the chair, spinning a few times. “Therapy friendship?”

You nodded at his silly remark. “So how are you coping?”

“I’m not.” He lowered his gaze a bit, biting the inside of his cheek. “I want to bring them all up but the situation is affecting me a little too much as well, so… it’s hard.”

As you laid back on the desk, he started playing with his cap. “You are listening to the last recordings, right?”

“Mhmm. I worked really hard on new songs… even took into consideration each of their styles, making them my family…” His eyes looked at the screen a bit glossy. “I’m a bit tired of trying. I could just keep producing.” Suddenly he stood up, turning the lights off and sprawling on the couch behind, covering his face again with the hat. “I really am tired.”

“Why did you start with all this?”

He thought about it for a few seconds. “I wanted my music to reach people. To help someone.”

“Have you thought about all the people that it already reached? All of those that you have already helped?” His silence was enough answer, the knot in his throat tightening as he swallowed. “You are growing, Seungyoun.” You sat next to him, playing with his hair. “You are doing a great job, you know? No need to worry… Get some rest, I’ll be here.”

The beat of the song playing matched his breathing, his face still covered, his hands over his chest as you continued caressing him. When you heard him snoring lightly, you tried to hold back a giggle, getting up carefully without waking him up, whispering a soft “good night” as you left the room.

Low murmurs coming from the hallway caught your attention, your feet dragging there as you recognized Wooseok’s slightly deep voice. He was talking with the staff, a frustrated look on his face, his eyes wide opened as he pointed at his phone over and over again.

“I called at least five times and no one picked up, all of the boys wanted to be in the meeting, this isn’t what we wanted and it definitely isn’t what we want now either.” The staff tried to calm him, putting excuses but his frustration was over the roof. Eventually, he walked away, greeting you on his way while signaling you to follow him.

“They didn’t listen to you either?” The response was obvious, but you didn’t know how to start the conversation otherwise. He put his hands on his hips, closing his eyes for a bit and pouting as he furrowed his brows.

“I’m mostly afraid about the younger ones… this being their first experience… it’s simply not fair. And there are comments even criticizing and blaming the members…” It was obvious that there was something else that was worrying him, his eyes wavering and never making eye contact with you despite that being his most definable characteristic.

“What else are you afraid of?” Your question seemed to catch him off guard, his head dropping low.

“I was thinking that…” He bit his lips once. “I don’t want to be alone again. I want to… keep feeling loved, like until now. I don’t want to go back to that dark place.” Wooseok gave you a small smile before shaking his head. “Sorry, I just–”

You held his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. “You will get through this, like you always do. You are so much stronger than before, Wooseok, we both know that. And…” Your grip tightened. “I will never let go of your hand, neither will them. I promise, yes? Trust me, trust us.”

If he said anything now, his voice would expose him, so he chose to simply nod, affection clear in his eyes as he pressed back on your hand as a way to confirm the promise. You stayed like that for a few seconds, letting him recharge before his phone started ringing and he apologized whilst taking the call.

Just as you were going to take a break, you heard a few stomps and saw Yohan walking angrily from one side to another, opening all the cupboards while repeating “spicy ramen” a hundredth times under his breath. You walked up to him, squatting and reaching deep behind one of the lower cupboards and getting him what he was looking for.

“How did you..? Did Hangyul hide it there?” You nodded, remembering how the last week Hangyul had tried to hide every single piece of spicy food in order to avoid Yohan making him eat it. “Thank you, I need to calm down and this thing will do for now.”

You sat on the kitchen counter, watching him prepare the ramen. “You are mad?” He nodded, waiting for the water to boil. “Why?”

“The fans.” His patience was running low, staring at the water as if that would help make it faster. “They have all been waiting for us and we can’t return anything to them – why is this taking so long – although we promised.” He tapped his fingers, his skin starting to turn slightly red. “Everything is ruined…”

His shoulders were tense, so you put your hands on them, pressing a bit before pushing him so that he would sit down. At first he was going to complain, but he had no strength, so he simply stared at you continuing to cook the noodles.

“Catch your breath.” His ears perked up at your words. “Don’t try to rush things, it will be worse. Give it some time so that things will settle down, let them come to you.” You poured the hot water on the cup, mixing it until the ramen started to soften. “I will keep being by your side each step you give, so there is no need to run.”

As you placed the cup on the table, he contemplated the steam, thinking about what you just said. “That’s right… I should work hard and get back with them slowly…” He smiled proud of himself as you nodded, eating some of the noodles and burning his tongue. “Ah! I should try to contact them in some kind of way… I’m not fond of people having my number but that might come in handy this time.”

You giggled at the way his eyes shined when unlocking the screen, changing his background picture in his kakao and standing proud, grabbing the cup as he said he was going to practice his handwriting for a moment.

Not even a second later, all the younger members entered the kitchen walking in a line, their expressions a little bit down while Hangyul was at the end, taking in the atmosphere and wondering how he could lighten it up a little. His eyes found comfort in yours, a silent deal made in the exact moment. Both of you distracted the kids, cooking a few things and putting on a movie. You scanned the room, all of them cuddling close to each other, none of them really paying attention at the images on the screen, but somehow they wanted to get their minds off all the news too. Looking at your side, you saw Hangyul with a serious expression, probably thinking about the same thing as you did. He got up, muttering a slight “I’ll be back soon” before walking out, his back slouched and you couldn’t help but to follow him.

He is resting against the wall on the hallway, right beside the living room, looking up and trying to steady his breathing. You stand up next to him, not saying anything until he rests his head on your shoulder.

“You don’t have to keep it to yourself…” Your whisper was barely audible, but he understood.

“I don’t want to worry them.” Hangyul closed his eyes. “Being with them I felt obligated to keep my feelings on check, but they are so sad… I don’t know what to do.”

“Come a little bit closer.” He did, his muscles tensing and then relaxing when your arms surrounded him. You thought he was going to pull away playfully like he tended to, but this time he accepted it. “You don’t need to comfort yourself anymore… You can rely on the others, and on me too.” You pat his back a bit, putting on a dramatic tone. “I’ll be your shoulder to cry on.” His laugh vibrated on the room, and he stood up, smiling sincerely and getting strength.

“I guess I don’t have to carry the burden alone.” A door opened behind you, a messy haired Seungyoun coming in. “Besides, it looks like he’s having a much harder time.”

The rest of the guys appeared too and met up in the living room. You stayed on the door frame, smiling while seeing the eleven boys looking at each other awkwardly for a few seconds before starting to giggle, their concerns washing away at least for a few seconds when the older ones started to act goofy. You were trying your best to burn the image in your memory until they called you, rushing you to take a picture of all of them together.

This warm feeling, the tears and the laughs meeting half way… You don’t want to miss it. It’s painful, yes, but that just proves how real and meaningful it is. You want to tell them more things, but they already know. They know that you will be there for them, and you know they will be there for you too. You trust them, and they trust you.

We’ll be there for you.

Of course I cried with this. Maybe it’s a little bit late but I wanted to tell them those things, both to X1 and to you guys as well.

~Nani

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[bountybossier]

animal crackers & pbr | mercy & nicodemus

Setting: A week or so after Mercy got her sight back. Summary: After she breaks into his home, Mercy and Nicodemus crack open a couple cold ones and have a much needed chat. Warnings: Brief death and emotional abuse mention. With: @cryxmercy

From a distance, the sounds of someone rummaging through the fridge weren’t all that strange. The dim yellow light illuminating the otherwise dark kitchen. Bottles clinking, cartons being shuffled around, plastic crinkling. The occasional mutterings about the variety of choices- or lack there of - for a late night snack. The fact that it was also well past midnight wasn’t even all that strange. What was strange was that the person doing the digging didn’t live there. Nor had she ever met the home’s occupants. Other than that one time. At the lake. Which hadn’t gone so great. Considering she’d died. Sort of. It was… complicated. To say the least.

But… she wasn’t dead. And now that her vision had finally returned, Mercy wanted to make sure the man that thought she was - the same man that thought he’d been the one to murder her, by proxy of being mind-controlled by a demon squid… - knew otherwise. So Mercy had tracked down one Nicodemus Bossier, followed him a time or two to find out where he lived - in a house under someone else’s name - and when the time was right, she let herself in (see: picked his locks) and made herself a snack while she waited on the hunter to realize she was there. Shouldn’t be long now, Mercy thought as she snagged two bottles of beer and set them on the counter next to an open bag of animal crackers she’d snagged from the cabinet (which she’d also gone through).

Hopping up on the counter herself, she popped the top off the bottles, set one aside for Nic - who would probably need a drink before this was all said and done - and took a long pull off her own. Legs swinging idly, she snagged an animal cracker - a lion - bit it’s head off, and chewed thoughtfully while she waited.

A pair of earbuds and an old music player called a Zune had become a cherished item lately for Nicodemus. Or maybe, as he checked the device, it was a Zune. Who fucking cared. After the unfortunate bullshittery at the lake, he listened to every sound and beat with an intensity not felt before. He had to snort. There wasn’t fuck all underneath his floorboards but it had crossed his mind once or twice to check it regardless. With a crackle of Creedence Clearwater Revival through his headphones, he set to work. He hadn’t reached for a knife. Instead, a small paintbrush as he squinted through a magnifying glass to paint a seal the right grey and black. As the song ended and before it transitioned to a new one, he paused. It wasn’t quite a ruckus that he heard through the seconds of silence but it was enough to stop him. It was work to slow his breath, his heartbeat, and listen.

Plastic rumpling, a bottle or two opening. The faint smell of beer. Last he checked, it wasn’t like Skylar to rifle through the beer he bought. He set the brush down and that time, he did reach for the knife. Took it in hand as he stood up and went to his bedroom door. Dundee stirred from beneath the table. When Nicodemus opened the door and passed through, the dog followed with. Fearless fuckin’ hunter already, he thought. Without hesitation, he went to the kitchen.

There was a goddamn ghost on his counter and she had opened his beer. Helped herself to his animal crackers while she was at it. Mercy looked better than he last saw her. In that she wasn’t dead in the lake with a fucking squid corpse behind her. He paused at the threshold between the living room and the kitchen.

“Weird fuckin’ way to haunt somebody,” Nicodemus said gruffly, voice held together on an edge. He glanced between her and the beer on the counter. If she had come to kill him, he hoped to hell it wasn’t with a goddamn PBR. “So, d’you phase through the front door or what?”

Mercy was reaching for another animal cracker - a bear this time - when Nic finally appeared in the doorway. She waited on him to say something, knowing that he was going to need time to process what she was about to tell him. The poor guy already had that deer in headlights look. If the person driving the car attached to those headlights was supposed to be dead. And it had been you (the aforementioned deer) that had done the killing.

In the past, Mercy had often taken a perverse sort of pleasure in situations like this. Scoping out her ‘murderer’ and scaring the shit out of them before getting some well-earned revenge. But this wasn’t like that at all. It wasn’t the deers fault. It was the fucking squid-demon that had it’s psychic fuck-all tentacles all up close and personal with the deer’s brainstem. So. Mercy used one finger to slowly push the second bottle a bit further down the counter - a cold, frosty peace offering - before taking a long pull from her own. “I wasn’t jokin’ when I said you couldn’t kill me.”

She scraped her hair back from her face and shrugged - “Nah. I just picked your locks.” - before patting the countertop. “Have a seat, Nicky. We need to talk.”

“Apparent-fuckin-ly,” Nicodemus muttered. “What, only the good die young?” Even though she didn’t move to attack him or recreate Squid Night in the recently mopped kitchen, the apprehension didn’t waver. Funny how that went when someone broke into your house. The hunter had to stop and wonder just how pissed Death was getting. What with it being treated like a pitstop. A place to grab an energy bar and a shit drink before they got back on life’s highway. Except the snack of choice this time was animal crackers and beer. He wouldn’t argue.

The beer made its way into his hand.

“Nic works just fine,” he said as he leaned against the countertop. Close but not too close. “And yeah, reckon we do. Considerin’ I killed you an’ all. Or didn’t, I suppose.” His brow furrowed. Not that he was disappointed that she hadn’t died. That was the furthest thing he felt. He had met many creatures, beasts, over the years. Even undead. But last he checked, Mercy had been very much alive. “The hell’s that about?”

Mercy gave a rueful laugh around a sip of her beer. “Guess so. We’re both still here ain’t we?” If that were true, then that made Mercy the Samuel L. Jackson of White Crest: one bad motherfucker. Nic too, considering he had to be pushing forty. An age that many a hunter never saw. But Mercy didn’t worry how Death felt about the quick-stops she’d made over the years. They were old friends, the Fury and the Reaper. But damn if Mercy didn’t get tired sometimes. And this time in particular had taken it’s toll.

So she waited, lowering her bottle to roll it slowly between her hands as Nic took up his own. She made no move towards him, no move at all really, other than to look at him as he spoke. “I know what killed me, Nic. And it wasn’t you.” Mercy didn’t bother to say what it had been. That would’ve been insulting. Nic knew. How could he not? She’d already noticed the faded mark on the back of his hand. A mark that looked like just another old scar. And maybe it was. But Mercy didn’t believe in coincidence. Not in this instance. In this one, Nic knew because it had happened to him before. At least that was her assumption.

The question that followed was a given. And although Mercy had - strangely enough - been asked the same question - or variations of it - several times over the last few weeks, every person that had asked was different, and therefore required a different response. So she took a moment to consider things before speaking. The beer bottle started it’s slow roll between her hands again, a focal point while she explained.

“When I said you couldn’t kill me, that wasn’t me giving you shit, Nic. It was the truth. You can’t kill me.” Mercy shook her head. “No one can.” It was her turn to frown now, as the weight of all her years seemed to press down all at once. And it was a long moment before Mercy spoke again.

“Do you know what a Fury is?”

Nicodemus snorted and glanced away. Shook his head and squinted some. “Shit, got me on that one,” he said with a shrug as he turned the opened beer in his hands. As much shit had been happening, he hadn’t looked towards a bottle as much. He supposed he was too busy having friends all of a sudden. Yet another thing for him to wrap his head around. His. Not some fucking squids. He glanced at Mercy and then tilted his bottle toward her. “To still bein’ here, huh?”

It surprised him, really, how quick people were to tell him that what happened hadn’t been his fault. He was coming around to that idea. Raised on the idea of purging demons for a righteous cause, he had to laugh. Why wouldn’t Nicodemus get his brain hijacked by some sea demon squid? But hearing it from Mercy was different. It wasn’t a form of absolution but he wondered if maybe his head wouldn’t be as heavy when he finally went to sleep. “Yeah, still shitty all the same,” he grunted out. He took a harsh pull of his beer. “Sorry. Won’t happen again.”

He didn’t know Mercy much but he could tell. The hunt or battle weary had that look to them that he understood. “No one, huh?” He doubted that for some reason. Everybody and everything died. Saints and sinners alike. The hunter glanced over at her, his face pensive.

“Nah,” Nicodemus answered with a shake of his head. “Not really. Ain’t exactly my department. Just that they’re hard to kill.” The corner of his mouth lifted slightly. “Apparently.”

Mercy glanced down at her own bottle as Nic looked away. The glass was cool beneath her fingers, slick with tiny beads of condensation. A tiny smirk lifted the corner of her mouth. “I still say fuck Billy Joel for makin’ that phrase popular. ‘Specially since it’s pretty much a song about wantin’ to bang his high-school crush.” She took a long pull of her beer. Unlike Nic, Mercy had been doing a fair bit of drinking lately. And had no plans to stop. Similarly, however, Mercy found herself with a few extra people on her side. Friends. People that actually gave a shit about what happened to her. Funny old world, ain’t it? Mercy thought to herself.

A softer expression replaced her smirk as Nic held his bottle out, and Mercy clinked their bottles together. “To still bein’ here.”

Nic might’ve done bad things in his life, just like Mercy certainly had, but that didn’t make him a truly bad person. Just as being a hunter didn’t make what had happened his fault. Mercy knew that. Even if she didn’t know Nic that well - or at all really - she’d seen the look in his eyes that night, before she’d gone under. She had felt the cold, clinical way he’d taken hold of her, not even flinching when she’d struck him repeatedly. She’d been the one that tore bloody half-moons into the skin of his arms as she tried to use what remained of her waning power to make him let go. She’d been the one that had seen the flicker of recognition, of terror, in his otherwise emotionless expression, just before the world went dark.

So, yes, Mercy would make it right. As best she could. No matter what anyone else thought.

She nodded at the apology, appreciating it regardless of the fact that she didn’t blame him. “Thank you.” The words were soft and sincere, with a small hint at the fact that Mercy wasn’t used to hearing such things often. But speaking of apologies: “I’m sorry for… tryin’ to break your jaw. And your ribs. And your arm.”

Mercy shook her head slowly, inhaling a long, slow breath and letting it out just as slowly. “No one,” she said, her tone unintentionally weary. “Not yet at least.” Though Nic (brainwashed Nic, that is) had come closer than anyone. But Mercy didn’t feel that was necessary to mention.

Nic’s comment on what he knew of Furies earned him a small huff of laughter. “Apparently,” she agreed. Another moment of silence followed, her laughter fading away as her frown returned. The mostly empty bottle rolled between her hands again. “But you’re not wrong. We can’t be killed.” Other than cutting off her head, or wasting away from a lack of feeding properly, but that wasn’t necessary information at the moment. “Cut my throat, I’ll heal while you watch. Manage to break one of my bones, a minute or two is all I need. Shoot me in the head, my body’ll push the bullet back out and I’ll wake up pissed off but good as new.” She glanced at him. “Perks of being immortal I guess.”

It surprised Nicodemus how...well Mercy seemed to be taking what happened. In a selfish, gut deep way, he supposed he needed that. Absolution wasn’t something he would ever ask for. If it happened, it happened. If it didn’t, he would die one day and it would be all the same anyway. The dirt and mud didn’t care for such things. “You a Billy Joel historian?” He snorted out a laugh and shook his head. Seconds ticked by on the clock over the stove and his shoulders eased.

He nodded at her as their bottles clinked and he took a slow sip. For someone he had tried to kill, Mercy was alright. Even if she had broken into his house and into his animal crackers. Compared to the last time they met, it wasn’t so bad. Or even out of place. Without much thought, Nicodemus relaxed some. Allowed the heavy, leaden weight of his bones finally settle rather than hold it up as he had been. A breath tinged with booze left him as he shifted and brought himself to sit up on the counter a little ways from her.

“I guess we sorta broke even on that one, huh?” Nicodemus crossed his ankles as he held the bottle slightly over his lap. It would be a waste of time to tell her that there was no apology necessary. They could say it and be done with it, move on to something else. It didn’t do well to linger and be haunted by things that weren’t there anymore. “All good here. We made it out alright in the end. River current goes on and shit.”

As he emptied his bottle, he set it beside him and folded his arms as he listened. How long she had been around, he couldn’t know, but he doubted that weariness changed over the decades. Centuries. Whatever it was. He could hear it, see it, as he glanced over at her. It was a slow process, but he was getting there. Suddenly able to look at her without the memory of water. It helped that she was alive, he thought with a grimace. He listened intently, forehead slightly creased as he processed.

“Well, for starters, I ain’t gonna cut your throat,” Nicodemus said with a long sigh. “Just had the floors waxed.” It wasn’t much of a smile but it was something that he offered her way. He shook his head and dipped it to look down at said floor. “God, I’m only fuckin’ forty, forty-one now. And I feel old as shit but then you’re over here…” He trailed off and picked his head up again. “How do you do it? Get by with this whole not dyin’ thing?”

It wasn’t the ‘dying’ - or the act of being ‘killed’ - that had truly affected Mercy. It sucked, sure. How could it not? What had truly affected her was the after. The cold, dark, lonely, terrifying limbo she’d been stuck in. For what seemed like an eternity. A place she’d never been before. Not in 1200 years. A place she never wanted to return to. “Among other things,” Mercy smirked lazily at the Billy Joel comment.

Their bottles clinked in the mostly silent kitchen, and for a moment afterwards they both fell silent. It would be hard for most people to understand how Mercy could be so… forgiving… of what Nic had done. But Mercy knew evil. She had looked it in the eye, felt it’s hot, stinking breath on her neck… smelled the rot and ruin of creatures without either soul or conscience, that didn’t care for anyone or anything; creatures whose only desire was to hurt, devour or destroy. So no. Nic wasn’t evil.

A small laugh worked it’s way past the lip of Mercy’s bottle as she took a drink. “Guess we did.” She turned her head to look him over, her eyes moving from his face to the rest of him and back. “Good.” She gave him a small nod. “And yes. It does.” Life went on too, whether they were ready or not.

He was quiet while Mercy explained as best she could. She didn’t rush. She didn’t push or prod. She didn’t ask if he wanted to hear more. Or less. She just said what needed saying, and then waited. It took time to process, she knew, even for someone like Nic who knew about supernaturals. Furies weren’t exactly a dime a dozen. His comment earned a snort and a similar smile shot his way. “Yeah, you’d never get that stain up. And then to carry an ass-kicking on top of it?” Mercy tutted and shook her head. “Not worth it.”

The next thing he asked was far more difficult to answer. Even if she’d done so a thousand times. It never got easier. Mercy’s beer bottle started its slow roll between her hands again. “The long answer is a story in itself. And I’ll tell you sometime, if you want.” Mercy paused, and her smile turned softer while her cheeks tinged slightly pink. “But the short answer?” She glanced at him, her expression completely serious even as she wondered if he’d laugh at her answer. Not that Mercy cared. It was the truth, after all. The only truth that mattered. The only truth that had ever mattered.

“Love.”

Some things stained more than blood. Nicodemus understood that and as he listened to Mercy, completely still save for the occasional nod or pull of his beer, he had a feeling she might as well. The hunter didn’t linger on the strangeness of what it meant to come to understanding with someone he had tried to kill. Because in truth, a truth he had come to accept slowly, was that it had not been him. It was a haunting he had allowed to go on for long enough. It wasn’t the water he would wallow in any further.

“Wouldn’t mind hearin’ that story one day.”

He never once anticipated that he would share stories of all things but he didn’t mind it. He reckoned her story was a bloody one and between the both of them, Nicodemus figured they might be able to do without blood for a little. For a sunset at least. Let the sky bleed for a bit. Have its turn. A dry smile followed after the thought like a lazy dog and went down just as easily. Her short answer prompted his brows to raise. Then furrow. Love? The word rolled around in his head as he shifted on the counter. Something akin to discomfort stretched its fingers over his shoulders. It occurred to him, in that single moment, how little that word ever occurred to him. It had occurred to him. Quietly. Recently, at that. He half-expected his head to start aching the way it always did but it didn’t.

Nicodemus had gotten as far as he had without such a thing. Farther than most hunters he had come and gone by. Outlived. Sometimes, he wondered if the absence of such a thing was what had dragged it out for him. Life.

“Huh,” was his response. He shook his head, relaxed the crease of his brow as he looked at Mercy. “Didn’t expect that one. How do you figure with that?”

It was a strange sensation to feel empathy towards someone who had tried - and technically succeeded - to kill you. Even more strange to feel a camaraderie of sorts. But as strange scenarios went, Mercy would rather be here, sitting on Nic’s counter, drinking his beer and biting the heads off his animal crackers, than a thousand other places she’d found herself over the centuries. She had an inkling that Nic might just feel the same way. That he understood what it meant to never truly leave something behind, no matter how far or fast you ran from it. Because some stains were too deep to ever fade completely. You learned to live with them. To cover them up, hide them away, as Mercy had tried to do. But every now and then, those stains seeped through even the strongest camouflage, and you were forced to look at them regardless of if you wanted to or not.

“Alright then.” They would make time at some point, and Mercy would tell him her story.

Part of her wondered about his own story. About the people and places that existed in his past, and what all he’d seen in his lifetime - short as it was compared to her own -  but now wasn’t the time to ask. Maybe later, once everything wasn’t so fresh on both their minds. They were both silent for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts. What would it be like, Mercy wondered (not for the first time in her long life), to stop fighting? To stop chasing monsters, real or otherwise. What would it be like to finally find peace? To let the sky bleed for just a little while, as Nic wondered. Arthur had made it sound so easy when he’d told her maybe it was time to lay down her sword… to take off her armor and simply be Freyja again. But… who was Mercy without those things? It was a question she hadn’t been able to answer. Not yet anyway. But she was trying.

She idly watched Nic’s reaction to her one word answer. The way his brow rose in surprise and then fell back down as that surprise turned to something else. Something that made him shift slightly before he looked at her again.

Mercy grinned. “Does anyone?” But it softened after a moment, and she looked away, back to studying the bottle in her hands. “When I was human, I fell in love with my best friend. It was… complicated, but long story short, it turned out that he was like me: immortal. But not a Fury. He’d been born that way, whereas I’d chosen it. And as much as I despise the thought of our lives being planned out by Fate or… something else… how could that not be something that was meant to happen?”  

She was quiet for a moment. “About 70 odd years ago, Tolkien wrote: ‘I would rather spend one lifetime with you, than face all the ages of this world alone.’ I remember reading that for the first time and thinking… that’s it.” The bottle spun slowly between her fingers. “That’s exactly what I’ve felt for almost 1200 years.”

Mercy wasn’t sure if that answered Nic’s question or not, but it was the best she had. Even if the words didn’t belong to her.

“So yeah. Love.” Mercy smiled, one side of her mouth lifting slightly. “Just don’t tell anyone, hm? I’ve got a reputation to uphold.”

Nicodemus had never bothered to put much weight into notions of love. He had gotten as far as he had without it. Had cast it aside when he learned that love was shaped like a fist or the sharp-lined words of some distant god. And often the word was violence. It confused him when he slipped away at night, not yet thirteen, to watch television through the closest neighbor’s window a couple miles away. A family sat around a TV with their microwaved dinners while a group of kids went to look for some treasure in an abandoned pirate ship. It seemed to have been a favorite of theirs. A ritual of some kind. Different from the way he and his grandfather sharpened knives in silence. Tended to blood. But they had looked happy. The brother and sister play fought but made sure to check on one another to the tune of laughter when it was all said and done. They laughed the same as they helped each other through homework. The husband had his arm slung loosely across his wife’s hips as they watched, smiles in place. That, to him, had been what love was supposed to be. Confused and full of questions, he had gone back home. The morning had seen the floorboards of his room screwed in tighter. The next time he saw that family, the movie had changed and the wife was solemn. The kids even more so.

It took him a few years to understand what a smile was. A real one, not the kind of twist his face took when he got stressed. It was something Nicodemus had been doing a lot more of lately. Around Rio. Blanche. Skylar. Alain and Kaden, even, when the day’s hunt was behind them. Adam too. Around Erin and like that, the thought of her, of them, had the corners of his mouth lifting by a fraction. Softly. He didn’t fight against it. As Mercy spoke of fate, he remained quiet. Fate would have seen him back in Louisiana, faceless and soulless, if it had its ways. He supposed it might thread through others differently. A puff of air left his nose at the mention of Tolkien.

“‘Spose some writers get things right every once in awhile,” Nicodemus said with a slight tilt of his head. “That was one of the, uh, first things I read when I left home and could get my hands on my own readin’. Didn’t know much about it, thought it looked like somethin’ interesting.” He offered the information freely as he adjusted himself again. “Never thought much of that whole love thing. Thought it was bullshit. The kinda thing bought and paid for, blood or otherwise.” His tone was neutral as he spoke. He quickly downed his beer and cleared his throat. Thought of quiet Sunday mornings and more than one chair at the table being filled.

“Don’t suppose that’s the case much anymore.”

His smile, small and faint, tried to match Mercy’s.

“Right, your reputation,” Nicodemus said with a rough and quiet laugh. “Sure, your secret’s safe with me. I’ll take it to the grave.”

“Spose they do.” Her smile remained, small but genuine, as Nic gave her a small fact about himself. And Mercy tucked it away, knowing he didn’t have to tell her anything about himself personally, but pleased that he had. 

What followed wasn’t nearly as pleasant to think about, but Mercy suspected Nic had far more memories of this type than the former. Gods knew she did. She hummed quietly. “There’s another name for that,” Mercy said, her tone somber. “And it ain’t love.” Though it seemed that Nic knew that just as well as Mercy did. And for that, she felt grateful. Because somewhere along the way, the world (or someone in it more likely) had chosen to be kind to him. Maybe not for long, and maybe not recently, but it had happened. 

So Mercy’s faint smile returned, and her own quiet laughter joined Nic’s. And for just a little while, all was well.

#wickedswriting #chatzy #chatzy: animal crackers and pbr #c: mercy #// an absolute unit and i love it #love this so much #<3

[thebestestboyo]

How Remus Started Working For Patton: Part Three

Masterpost

Tw: eating? I mean it mentions fries/Remus being Remus/Swearing/Panic attack

After these nights out, Remus usually enjoyed the feeling of being in control of his body. But this time, all he felt was sore. He had forgot all the stuff he did before he decided to flirt with a gang member. Several of which left bruises.

"I knew I shouldn't have picked a fight with that seagull."

"Which one is it that you hate again?" Virgil piped up from his spot on the couch, one of his earbuds out to listen for Remus. Ree couldn't see much of his face from how his dark bangs covered his eyes, the roots beginning to return to their natural blonde.

"That one with the black markings on it's back. It has a personal vendetta against me, I can FEEL IT."

"Or maybe you just keep provoking it? I keep telling you to stop trying to steal it's french fries, it's unsanitary, and, the french fries are cold and those are gross."

"But cold french fries are my favoriteeeeee."

"Then get some that aren't from a deranged seagull?"

"Ugh. That's no challenge though!" He hopped over the back of the couch, collapsing over Virg's legs. "I need to feel the rush of running away from an angry flock! Natural instincts! We as humans were made to hunt!"

"Not in this day and age. Species develop over time, and as far as I can remember, you can get french fries at any fast food joint." It was clear Virgil was humoring him, prodding at his face. "Though, I suppose it's better than you chasing after people for their french fries. I remember you used to do that when we were younger."

"Ugh, I would, but I got away with so much more things when I was small. Nowadays it's less like 'oh a rambunctious boy!' and more like 'what are you doing??? Why are you wearing a toga covered in marmalade and trying to take my fries?'"

Snickering, Virgil merely tweaked Remus's nose, before turning serious. Ree had expected this coming, it wasn't like Virg to let things go that easily. "As much as I love discussing how much of a gremlin you are, I still wanna talk to you about last night."

"Ughhhh but we were having such a nice timeeeeee."

"Remus."

"Fine. Its not like we can change anything about it! It already happened! And I got this weird-ass earring from it which may have brought me into a cult or whatever. And now I have to wear a different earring in the new piercing and clean it because otherwise will get infected!"

"..." Virgil merely raised an eyebrow, not amused at Remus's usual shenanigans.

"Okay I know I'm not taking this seriously, but come on. You have piercings. You know how new piercings are."

"This is serious though! What if they're planning to kidnap you or something??? What do we do then??"

This whole matter was clearly bothering him, and when Virgil got too stressed, it didn't exactly do wonders for his mental health.

"Hey. Its gonna be alright. Let's just..." Remus wracked his brain for something that might soothe him, finally coming upon a phrase he remembered Logan using when he was stuck on one of his experiments. "Think things through logically?"

Surprisingly, it did not end in Remus's ass getting kicked, and instead on a quiet Virgil, who simply nodded as he messed with his earbuds, trying to keep calm.

"So. What do we know."

"We know that these are dangerous people who know where we live."

"Ok, and we also know one of them is an absolute candied vescular organ!"

"You don't know for a fact that they're a sweetheart Remus." He wasn't even thrown off by Ree calling it that, clearly more anxious than he originally thought.

"I do! He was very..." Remus tried to think back to some of the phrases Roman used, since he couldn't use his own and have it sound good. "Charming. If you will."

"Oh boy, this gang member must be something if he has you borrowing words."

"Hey! I can use words like charming! It's not borrowing!"

"Uh huh sure. Next you'll be saying-"

He was cut off by the buzzing of their apartment's old doorbell, an outdated thing that sounded like drunk and angry hornets. Virgil absolutely hated it, resorting to knocking if he ever got locked out, while Remus delighted in it, annoying the other with the horrid sound whenever he came home.

"Who the fuck could that be?" Curious, Virgil gently pushed Remus off of him, going up to the door and attempting to see through the peephole, even though the glass was cloudy and cracked.

Ree saw him begin to fuss with his headphone wires, mouth pursing as he began to overthink who was on the other side. This always happened when they weren't expecting someone, and even when they were, it wasn't much better unless Remus got up and checked whoever it was first.

"Don't worry Virgy! I'll get the door."

"Oh thank god."

Unlatching the lock, he made sure to have Virgil move out of the way, joking that 'if you're standing right behind it, I might make your body into a pancake!' He was expecting their landlord, or perhaps a neighbor, and maybe even Logan or his brother, though that was doubtful. What he most certainly didn't expect, was-

"Patton?"

Pat was standing beside...someone? He wasn't exactly sure, but this guy was pretty tall, even considering Remus's own height. Tall, a little lanky, but there was something in Ree's instincts that told him that he'd lose to this guy in a fight, not even including that splotchy looking scar on his face.

But back to Patton, why was he here?

"Sorry for the sudden visit Remus, I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay after last night." Pat was fiddling with his hands as he spoke, delicate fingers picking at stray pieces of lint or something.

"Oh! Yeah, I had a bit of a hangover earlier, but otherwise I'm as right as a guy without his left hand!"

Oops. Tall dude was looking a little more sour at that. Maybe he should-

"Ha! Is it because he's got nothing left?" Patton giggled, cheeks flushing a little at his clever pun.

Ok, scratch that, whatever keeps Pat smiling was worth whatever that other guy was cooking up. To his surprise though, tall bro seemed pleased, glancing between them.

"Remus...." Virgil called from inside, voice shaking. That was a bad sign.

As much as he wanted to figure out the mystery man, and to talk with Pat, he knew that if he left Virgil alone right now, it wouldn't be good. Leaving the door open for the other two, he turned to see Virgil attempting to ground himself at the thought of these two strangers.

"Hey. Hey tarantula. Its all cool. Is touch good right now?"

A nod was the only response he got, which was better than nothing. Remus lifted Virgil up into his arms, letting him rest his head on his chest to hear his heartbeat.

"Can you try and match my breathing? 4-7-8 right?"

Another nod, and the clench of Virgil holding onto Remus's wrist.

It took a while, but eventually Virgil was calm enough to mumble to be let down from Remus's arms. Vee clearly wanted to rest after that, so he took him to his room, letting him lie down on the mattress before he went back to the other two, who he had forgotten to take care of beforehand.

"I had to take care of him." He wasn't about to apologise for watching after Vee, even if the big guy expected him to. "How about we talk outside? I wanna let him get some quiet after that."

Patton seemed stunned at this stark change, but nodded, and let Remus lock up the apartment before leading them down to the complex's garden. The other one didn't say anything, just wordlessly followed after.

When they were finally settled down in the outside seats, Patton burst out immediately. "I'm so sorry! We didn't mean to make your friend scared!"

"He'll be ok. He's never been especially good with new people. You're okay though Pat and...you are?"

Turning his head to glance over at the other guy, he was surprised to find that his eyes were different colors, one more of a dark brown, and the other yellow.

"Demetrius. But you know me as Dee."

"Ohhhhh you're that guy! That guy who lifted me!"

He seemed surprised that Remus remembered him, or maybe just that he wasn't pointing out the obvious here, that because of Dee and Pat, Remus was apperantly part of their gang.

"Yes, I am...that guy."

Patton stopped fussing with his overalls to look over at Dee, perking up at that answer. Did he even know how cute he was?? Sure, Virgil had said that he and this Dee guy were part of a gang, but he did not have the rights to be so impossibly pretty.

"You're probably wondering why you now have a tag in your ear, am I correct?" Dee cut into Remus's thoughts with his voice, stern.

"I assumed it wasn't just a kink thing." Winking at him, Ree leaned back against his chair, legs propped up on the table.

"No, it was not a 'kink thing.' It was to give you clearance into our home of sorts. Since Patton clearly-"

Remus couldn't tell exactly, but he though he saw Patton jabbed his arm into Dee's side? Or something?

"-wanted to talk to you more."

"Oh! Alright. I have no idea where you live."

"In hindsight, we should have told you about it. But first-" Dee pulled down the collar of his shirt, showing the beginning of a tattoo. An anaconda, wrapping around his neck and disappearing into his shirt. "-I assume you know who we are."

"Dee! That really isn't necessary!" Patton frowned, pinching at Dee's cheek like a mother would to a naughty child.

"We need to make sure he doesn't tell anyone!"

Rolling his eyes, Pat leaned over the small table, clasping Remus's hands in his. "We're not exactly on the police's good side you could say. We'd really appreciate it if you didn't tell them where we live?"

Was he making puppy eyes? And, were those sparkles on his cheeks or was Remus just seeing things??? He couldn't tell, the image of dissapointing Patton was too much for him either way. "Yeah, yeah sure."

"Wonderful!!!"

The sight of his smile was dizzying, god it felt more intoxicating than the strongest drug. Was this that heaven Roman was always going off about?

Dee cleared his throat, throwing Ree off again. How many times was he gonna interrupt his inner monologues??? "If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to hurry this moment up. I have a meeting later, and watching you two stare into each other's eyes isn't the best use of my time."

"Dee!"

"Not much of a voyager huh?" Remus wasted no time clearing the air, attempting to ignore the way his own face was beginning to turn red.

"Considering it's my brother, no."

While both him and Virgil had confirmed it, it was difficult for Remus to accept it. There was a couple similarities, sure, the way that their jaws sloped into soft lines, their hands, both worn with use, and their curly brown hair. But the glint in their eyes was different, not to mention the scars that seemed to line Dee more frequently than Pat, at least from what Remus could see.

"Can I grab my phone?"

"...grab your roommate too."

"What?"

"So he knows where you are."

"I'll see if he's okay, but it's not a guarantee."

Surprisingly, Virgil was already calm enough to answer Remus. "What the fuck would they want with me???"

"The big guy, Dee, said it's so you know where I am. I guess they'll want to suck out our brains together!"

"...as if they'd get anything from you. Your head is empty."

It was surprising that Virgil didn't fight about it, by his reaction earlier, Ree was almost certain that he wouldn't come.

The four met back up downstairs, Patton already chatting up a storm with Remus, leaving Virgil and Dee walking beside each other.

"What do you want with Remus?" Hushed, Virgil watched his friend and...Patton, walking ahead, the two already gushing to each other about who knows what.

"Oh I want nothing with Remus. My brother on the other hand has taken a liking to him."

"And that's enough to straight up make him part of your gang???"

Virgil couldn't believe this guy. Who the fuck does that??? Shoving his hands into his hoodie pocket, he continued staring ahead, not wanting to have to look at him.

"Well, I'd like to see you try and resist him. He can be very...persuasive."

"Oh am I gonna have to worry about him threatening me too?"

Demetrius (he felt weird thinking of him with the informal title of 'Dee,' when he already hated this guy's guts) seemed to bristle at that, and from the corner of his eye Virgil could tell he was glaring at him.

"Patton would never threaten someone!"

"Listen, considering your guys' jobs, I wouldn't be surprised if he did."

"Well if you're such a smart-ass, then why did you come along?"

"To make sure my friend didn't turn up on the news by the end of the day, why else?"

Demetrius shrugged off his leather jacket as they all walked, probably due to the afternoon heat. Virgil snuck a look over at him, about to make fun of him before he noticed that Oh Lord He Was Fit. He looked so lanky before though??? Where did those arms come from???

Demetrius didn't seem to notice Virgil's stare, or if he did, he ignored it, tying the jacket around his waist. "I doubt he'd be dead. You on the other hand, would not fare well under the gang."

"Oh you think I'd be useless???"

"No, just your pretty-boy ass would get torn to shreds."

"Oh so now you're saying I'm pretty." It was mocking, but he couldn't help a twinge of curiosity. Demetrius was handsome after all, even if he was a gang leader. But that was no excuse for him to fantasize! He probably killed people!

"Wha- no!!!"

"Mmhm sure."

The two continued bickering behind Patton and Remus's backs, the odd group traversing the city until they reached...well...home.

It certainly was going to be interesting...

#ts virgil #ts patton #ts deceit #sanders sides #sanders side fic #virgil sanders #patton sanders #remus sanders #gang au #potential anxciet?

[descendantofthesparrow]

Harry Hook x reader - save me.

@newtshairdryer

set after D3, everyone is in first year of college/university. Reader is an auradon native but never went to the main ahools so no one really knows her (parents are whomever you choose). She's strong when needed but mostly quiet and shy since she knows nobody. Has a crush on Harry cause she's seen his soft side around the Sea 3. Harry thinks she's pretty but they've never talked. Reader has a massive fear of loud thunder because of childhood trauma and gets caught in a deafeningly loud thunder/lightning/rain storm on campus that wasn't forecast. Everyone runs inside but she's terrified every time there's thunder so disoriented. Harry "rescues" her somehow and takes her back to his dorm since its close and helps her out. You can add in wet clothes tropes and having to change into his clothes or not idk. Clutter fluff and sexual tension whatever you want. Sort of like a first meeting scenario but they bond/click and become comfortable quicker than they're used to

you hated thunder and lighting, you hated it since you were a kid, ever since…it happened. No im not going to tell you what happened, use your imagination.

You were…new to Auradon, Auradon college at least, you had been homeschooled due to your intense anxiety. And now, you wanted to try your hand at real school, at Auradon state college.

For an art degree of course.

You had been drawing all your life because, with your weird inability to make friends, you had a lot of free time, so you spent it drawing. And you had gotten very good.

Enough to get a scholarship at least.

It had been about a month and a half since your arrival to the school, and you were alone as you had ever been, everyone already seemed to be friends with everyone, many knowing each other since childhood or school.

You haven't really tried to talk to anyone though, you tried once, but they ignored you, so you stopped, and no one else had caught your eye.

Well, one person did, harry Hook, son of captain hook.

He was really really, freaking pretty.

God his voice too, his height didn’t help either.

He had a very diffract personality around his friends uma and gil, sweet, kind, full of laughter, and selfless.

Every time you tried to talk to him your shyness and anxiety prevented you from really talking to him, so you would walk over to him, and he would turn slightly at the sound of your footsteps and instead of, I don’t know, smiling and saying “ hi harry”? Nope, you would duck your head and walk past him.

God, you had it bad for the 19-year-old pirate.

Too bad he didn’t even know you existed.

Your teacher called your name, in your art history class, and you jumped, focusing in on him, you nodded, a blush filling your face, seeing everybody's eyes on you.

Please stop.

Your breathing turned heavy, curling into your self, begging silently for the teacher to call attention off of you.

“Just wanted to make sure you're with us, okay now-“

Everyone slowly started to turn away, but you didn’t see a pair of ocean blue eyes stay locked on you.

You sighed looking down at your sketchbook, squeaking softly at the familiar face staring off in the distance.

You quickly turned the page, even as just a sketch in your book, harry did things to you.

You looked out the window, seeing a large dark cloud in the sky, about to overtake the sun, checking your phone for the weather, it said cloudy with a chance of rain, 0% chance of thunder/lightning storm.

Thank god, you thought as you sighed, turning back to the teacher.

You didn’t want to get caught up in that, you would freeze up and be unable to move till the thunder stopped, with no one to help you.

---

This is bad, this is really really bad!!!

The first rumble of thunder left you frozen, standing in the middle of the courtyard. Your breathing picked up, tears burning in your eyes.

Get somewhere safe now!

You started to stumble forward, pacing into a run, before another crash of thunder made you trip and slam into the ground, feeling a sharp pain in your side and wrist.

You whimpered, forcing yourself to stand and looked around, harsh rain beginning to fall, obscuring your vision, there was no one in sight, no one to help, no one to get you to shelter.

You curled up, hearing the crashing thunder surrounding you, you sobbed, covering your ears and hoping the storm would end soon.

You didn’t see someone spot you from inside the dorm buildings and rush out, crying out your name, only to be shut out by the thunder and rain.

You felt two strong arms wrap around your torso and legs, lifting you up into a built chest.

They started to talk, but the noise in your head prevented you from recognizing their voice.

“I've got yeh lass, hold on”

The person started to run to their dorm, keeping one of your ears pressed to their chest, allowing you to hear their fast heartbeat, calming you down a little.

They kicked open their door and stepped into their room, walking into the bathroom and setting you down on the floor, wrapping a warm towel around you.

“im going teh start a warm shower lassie, is tha’ okay?”

You nodded, your teeth chattering from the cold setting into your bones. The thunder crashed loudly, making you scream and latch onto the warm body in front of you.

They let out a surprised yelp, falling back with you on their chest, slowly wrapping their arms around you.

“Hey, hey I gotcha lassie, im right here”

Your breath was fast and uneven, so the person started to instruct you to breathe with them, one long deep breath in four 4 seconds, hold it for 7, and release it for 5.

You followed him, slowly gaining control of your breathing and mind, finally registering who you were laying on top of.

The one and only harry hook, who was looking at you in such a way that you had never seen before.

You couldn’t place it, but your mind went crazy again, you scrambled off of him, slamming into the wall and stuttering apologies.

“oh god-im-im so-im-sorry!”

Harry blinked in surprise, before sitting up and shaking his head “(y/n) no, it's okay, yer scared and im okay with you using meh as a pillow, its okay, I don’t mind”

He-he knew your name? “you know my name?”

Now it was Harry's turn to blush, he rubbed the back of his neck as he bit his lip.

“uh yeah, um…okay I might have an itsy tiny little huge crush on yeh?” you blinked in surprise, jaw-dropping as you stared at harry.

He? Harry hook himself, the hottest boy on campus, who had almost every single girl and boy who swung that way, and those who were attracted to boys, drooling over him.

And he liked you.

Your face lit up in a blush, you felt like you could have evaporated the water on your face.

You sat there, faces dark with a blush, before harry cleared his throat, eyes trailing down to your….revealed bra through your soaked top, he stood, turning and hiding his front.

“ill get some dry clothes fer ya!”

He bolted out of the room, making you raise your brow, before looking down and seeing your (f/c) bra showing right through your shirt, you squeaked, curling in on yourself and covering your chest.

Harry re-entered the room, a red sweatshirt and black baggy pants in his hands, and an unopened box of briefs.

“uh here, the unders are unused, just so yeh know” he set the clothing in front of you, turning and walking out of the bathroom once more.

You started at the clothes for a moment before standing and getting undressed, drying off with the towel you had been given earlier.

Putting on the warm and comfy clothes harry gave you, you opened the door to the bathroom, seeing harry sitting on his bed, looking down on his phone, he looked up as you stepped out, holding your soaked clothes.

“yeh can put those in the hamper”

Nodding you did just that, before standing in the room awkwardly. Harry gave a small awkward smile, messing with his fingers as you stared at him with those glinting (e/c) eyes he had gotten lost in too many times to count.

He glanced at his phone, which was now displaying a message,

Do not leave dorms/classes you are in, blackouts inbound and it is adviced for students to stay indoors, classes dismissed for the rest of storm.

Harry sighed, turning to you, only to see you on the floor, hands covering your ear and tears streaming down your cheeks, whimpers of fear spilling from your lips.

That’s when harry noticed the thunder crashing outside.

You-you were afraid of thunder?

He didn’t know, and he didn’t care, he stood from his bed, picking you up once more, ignoring the harsh beating of his heart, and carried you to his bed, setting you down and grabbing his noise-canceling headphones, before placing those over your ears and connecting it to his phone.

The soft music interrupted the panic in your head, making you breathe a sigh of relief, you looked up at Harry, the tears in your eyes making him slightly blurry.

“thank you” you whispered, scooting closer to him and leaning your head on his shoulder, snuggling into him.

“no-no problem lass”

-

Uma stormed into he dorm hours later, ranting loudly “harry you have been ignoring my texts wha-oh”

And there were you and harry laying in his bed, the blanket tossed carelessly over the two of you, legs intertwined and your face in the crook of his neck, your right hand gripping his shirt, Harry's right arm around your waist.

Uma smiled, seems like harry finally confessed~

She slowly walked out, closing the door behind her.

---the end---

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[afewmarvelousthoughts]

Only For A Moment Ch. 44

Master: @afewmarvelousthoughtsadmin

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Summary: For most of your life you’d been able to keep your abilities a secret, that is until Hydra got wind of you. After years of being in their clutches, you break out when The Avengers expose SHIELD/Hydra. Since then, you’ve been on the run. Things are going as well as you could hope when you see a familiar face… Could the Winter Soldier really be in Bucharest too?

Warnings: Non-violent character death, feels

A/N: Who doesn’t want to peek into Bucky’s journals? I know I do--especially after the reader gave him fresh ones for Christmas 😘

Thanks to @wonderlandmind4​ for convincing me that this wasn’t a stupid idea. 

Tags are open!

Bucky’s Journal - Love

For once I can’t sleep and it’s not because of something horrible. I’m just happy. 

It’s been a year since she slept in my bed that first night and never left. A whole year. 

Never thought this could happen, didn’t even think about love or happiness when I decided to keep living—to fight back. Too hard to think about those kinds of things because they seemed so impossible. But here she is, still in my bed, sound asleep and happy. Or at least I hope she’s happy. I think she is. 

This morning I made her breakfast, like the first morning we spent together. Y/N hadn’t realized the day, didn’t expect her to. I wrote in another journal the date so I’d remember (like I do everything haha). She had that smile on her face that scrunches her eyes, and her hair was all over the place from sleep. She was radiant--she’d roll her eyes if she knew I wrote that. It’s true though. 

I suspected it for a long while but now I think I really know that I’ve never felt this way for someone before. Sure there were dames I liked, I remember some of ‘em. Good women, a few I even wondered about marrying--wouldda made Ma happy to see that. But none of ‘em came close to Y/N. Maybe it’s everything we’ve been through but I just don’t think it’s only that. There’s a spark in her. She’s different. 

And goddamn she’s mine.

Bucky’s Journal - Present

Mr. G has been on the up and up. Says the fall always makes him feel like a new man even if it makes his bones ache. Wonder if I’ll ever be an old man with achy bones. 

Y/N watched the shop and he and I went for a stroll in the park close by. He had his little motorized scooter, even though he hates the thing said he’d feel bad not using it after his daughter got it for him. 

Told me in his old age he’s realized something he wished he knew when he was young, I’ll try to get it down just as he said it.

“Life is just a series of brief moments, happiness, joy, pain. We look at everything like a big portrait but it’s the moments that matter, in the end. We only have each thing for a moment. I wish I’d known that. I would have paid closer attention to the good moments and let the bad ones rest.”

He looked so tired after that, like the bad ones were winning out in the battle for his attention. I wanted to tell him I knew, understood what it was like to have so many bad ones that it’s hard to focus on the good but he thinks I’m young enough to be his grandson. Seems strange to say I understood. 

But he’s right. All these journals all this time spent just trying to catch even a fraction of a moment I’d forgotten. Piecing myself back together with them, bringing myself back to life with nothing but moments. I know how valuable they are, but the bad ones they matter too, can’t let them rest. 

Bucky’s Journal - Future

I wonder what our future could be. It’s hard to imagine too far ahead. Just not knowing what may be right around the next corner. It makes it hard. But she wanted me to think about the future when she gave me this. Maybe she meant just mine but there isn’t a future for me without her in it. 

I just wish I could get an idea of what that would look like?

If this was 1945 I know exactly what I’d want. I’d marry this woman in a heartbeat. Take her dancing, maybe at that real swell place in Harlem--bet that’s long gone. Go to the pictures with Steve and Peggy—they would have been good together if they had a chance. (Hope he’s found someone.) Maybe try to get us a brownstone, always wanted one. Fill it with a couple of babies. A little girl with all her momma’s moxie and those bouncy curls—a little girl with enough backbone to make her aunt Jo proud and me worried. 

But that doesn’t matter. Can’t have what doesn’t exist. 

When I think about the future now all I see is uncertainty. Only thing I know I want is her to be safe and happy—no matter what that means.. I’m thinking the first step is to move on from here. Been here too long, longer than I planned. I just don’t know how to tell her, don’t want her to feel like she’s losing another home. 

Bucky’s Journal - Love

I fell in love with her again today. Is that possible? 

She was baking (scones and biscuits, they’re some of the best things I’ve ever eaten I swear) wearing nothing but one of my tees—it had flower dusted on it but she didn’t care. Her headphones were in, listening to something she clearly liked a lot 'cause she was bouncing around the kitchen, curls spinning, body floating up from time to time, mouth moving to the lyrics, just smiling. That spark, my god it was just brighter than I’ve ever seen it. I think this must’ve been what she was like before—bold and confident and happy. 

I almost got up and grabbed her, wanted to kiss her so bad but I just couldn’t. My mouth was dry and my right palm felt sweaty. Felt like a nervous kid just gawking at her. So I just let the moment play on until she noticed me. Took a while thankfully, she was so caught up. 

When she kissed me she tasted like coffee and some of the dark chocolate chips she’d snuck while baking. She almost always tastes like coffee. Fuck, I love it. 

This is one of those good moments. There are so many with her. But the more I have the more I know that a million moments won’t be enough. 

Bucky’s Journal - Future

I finally told her.

Almost a year and a half in one place is too long. For now anyway. One day, hopefully, we can find a place to stay. To make a home. 

I laid out that the longer we stay the easier it is for someone to identify us—didn’t say I really just meant me. Even with her record I have no doubt there are more people sniffing for me than her.  

She’s reluctant to leave Mr. G. He’s back to his old self pretty much though. They have his condition stable and his kids are checking in more often. I haven’t met them, best to not, but she says they’re good people. Makes sense given who raised ‘em. 

Ultimately, though she said home was where I was, she didn’t care where we went. I don’t know how I became such a lucky bastard.

I’ll figure out where will be best, safest. Or safer anyway. 

Bucky’s Journal - Present

This woman. This incredible woman. 

I’m sure she’s sick of me by now but I can’t stop telling her how goddamn amazing she is. 

Yesterday we were heading back from the market and this piece of shit left arm just went ape shit. Couldn’t move it beyond weird twitching it was doin’ on its own and the pain. Fuck I thought I was gonna die, truly, thought it would stop my heart. Dropped everything I was carrying and doubled over. 

If she was panicked I never noticed. It’s kinda fuzzy but she got me behind a building away from people and used her gift to try to figure out what was happening. I know I didn’t make it easy judging by how torn up my shirt and hoodie were, must’ve clawed at them—done that in the past I remember, tried to claw the damn thing off. But she found something loose that seemed off, shoved her belt between my teeth for me to bite down on and fixed it. Just like that. 

Nearly passed out. Honestly not sure how she got me home exactly but when my head cleared she was wrapping my shoulder in hot towels—the muscles still hurt from the tension but would be worse if not for her. 

I don’t know what I did right to deserve this one. But I’m grateful. 

Y/N’s First Journal Entry

Bucky suggested I start this, said writing helps for the things you can’t find the words for. Maybe he’s right. I haven’t had a journal since I was 17. Keeping one when I was with mom was too risky and even after I didn’t want to write down things, it was like writing it made it real. And I just didn’t see the point.

Still feels like writing this down will make it too real. But I just can’t--I don’t want it to be real ya know? I can’t say this out loud either though ‘cuz if I do I think that’ll do me in, I’ll break and idk if I’ll get it back together. I can’t do that. I need to be solid for Mr. G for Buck too. 

He’s dying. Mr. Goldstein that is. Fuck. It just… I’m just tired of losing people. I know he’s lived a long full life but I’m selfish I’m not ready and I just. Can’t. 

This isn’t helping. 

Bucky’s Journal - Present

She begged me for more time. She didn’t have to. I feel bad that she thinks she did. Leaving now wouldn’t be right, not after everything Mr. G has done for us both. Wouldn’t even dream of it. 

She’s looking after the shop, I’ve been spending most days there too. Sure she thinks it’s just to be close to her which is nice but I think we both feel closer to him there. I try to avoid the hospital, don’t want too much face to face with his kids—too risky—but I’ve made it by a few times. He’s still him but he seems… smaller maybe? 

I feel guilty. Hearing about his kids from Y/N and just seeing him. Kinda glad I didn’t have to watch my own Ma and Pa go but that means the girls went through this without me and I — well I just never thought about it. Should have. 

New Years was last week. It wasn’t a happy one but we were together—sometimes that’s all we can hope for. 

Thought I knew what the future would be but now… just can’t tell. 

Y/N’s Journal

He’s gone. 

He knew it would be soon and asked Bucky and I to come by. He said he didn’t want us to be there at the end but wanted to remind us to take care of one another and that we’d made this last stretch a damn good one. Said this wasn’t goodbye, in fact he said he wouldn’t hear it. He’d see us later. 

He’ll never know. I hate that he’ll never know. Not who I really am not what he’s done for me for both of us all this time. I hate it. I hate that he’s not going to come in here today with a pretzel and coffee not gonna sit on his stool with Victor. Hate that he’s gone. 

I don’t even know why I’m writing this. Other than my mouth just doesn’t want to work.

Feel like we’re both just stuck in our grief. Not withdrawing though. No. Just hard to put this into words. Out loud. 

I suppose I should be grateful, happy this sweet old man took two weird people in without question. Not a damn word when I went from looking like a boy to clearly presenting more as a woman. Never cared. Just cared that we were ok. 

I am grateful. 

I just wasn’t ready. 

His kids are closing the shop. Makes sense. They’ll take care of Victor too because we said we couldn’t. This is my last day in this shop. 

I’m so tired of losing people.

But I’ve got Bucky. He makes me wonder if there isn’t some kind of god out there, maybe trying to make up for shitting the bed by giving me him—giving us each other. I know he’s hurting too but he seems so unshakable. I’m lucky to get to love him. I just have to focus on that right now. We have a future to look forward to and a promise to keep to Mr. Goldstein—to take care of one another. 

That’s a promise I swear I will never break.

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[ideas-for-you-to-adopt]

"Oh, fuck" - Malia Tate x reader

Teen wolf imagine

Being the new kid and Malia finds your scent addicting

Four years.

You’ve been on this earth for four years after having been thrown out of heaven.

It wasn’t your fault though. That’s what you keep telling yourself. You got sick of your job. Being the angel of death took its toll on you. Especially since you’re the one who fetches the souls, delivering them to the gates where their final destination is to be deliberated. Heaven, purgatory, or hell.

You had no qualms taking the souls of those who died old, or those who died in wars–they knew there was a slim chance of surviving in the first place, or those who died because of illnesses–their time just came, but when it came to fetching children and babies, and all those innocent civilians who became collateral damage to calamities, warring factions, even those blasted fights between superheroes and supervillains (you never really liked the Avengers that much)…. After four thousand years, you finally had enough.

So what did they do?

Why, they threw you down to earth. It wouldn’t have been that bad but you found yourself in a teenage body.

And so for the first half of your first year, you wandered the land of mortals. It’s not all bad seeing that you’re always in it fetching dying souls, thus, you’re updated to pretty much everything that’s been going on but then mortals can be really persistently annoying.

That’s how you spent your next years with the Winchester brothers hunting demons and supernaturals with your help. Hey, being a fallen angel do have its perks. With those two always gallivanting around, they could always use some assistance. You lost count of how many times you had your wings almost cut off in the midst of saving their asses. You stopped counting when you reached twenty eight.

You then realize that you may be immortal but you’re not invincible. By the time a demon you were hunting got lucky and managed to injure your oh-so-valuable wings, you finally called it quits. You’re an angel, not a stupid mortal, and despite being very old already by human terms, you would rather live another millenium or two, thank you very much. So you bid the idiotic brothers you’ve been very fond of, ride your motorcycle without any thought and drive to wherever your good ol’ truck,an advance earth birthday present from the brothers, takes you.

And that’s how you find yourself standing just outside of Beacon Hills High School.

- Scott and Stiles bump into Lydia as she makes her way to the Principal’s office.

“What’s the rush?” Scott looks at her in question.

“Oh good, you’re here. There’s a new student I’m supposed to be showing around today. I almost forgot about it until Mom had to remind me, said she’ll send me a message once the new student arrives” she explains. “I was thinking of contacting you. Student can be supernatural for all we know.”

“Did I hear that right? You forgot about something? I was about to tell Scott about that. Dad said he wants to know if the new girl in town is someone he should get his eyes on. With all the supernatural cases going on, who in their right mind would think of moving here?” Stiles intercedes. “Apparently, he met her this weekend. Buying some stuff at the hardware store or something.”

Lydia rolls ger eyes at Stiles but doesn’t say anything.

“You have a point there. Why would anyone want to move to Beacon Hills? Fine, let’s check it out,” Scott agrees.

Lydia leads the way flanked by the two boys until a body collides against Stiles who lost his balance and bumped into Scott.

“Whoa whoa, what happened to you?” Stiles grabs Malia’s arm. She turns her head sideways while sniffing the air.

“Do you smell that?” she asks, not answering Stiles.

Stiles and Lydia both look at Scott, the only werewolf with them. And someone else who can trackwhatever scent that is.

Scott takes a whiff of the air scrunching his eyebrows, only to turn his attention back to Malia in confusion.

“Smell what exactly?”

Malia sniffs again before closing her eyes.

“That scent,” she turns her head forward. “It smells soooo good. It’s a bit spicy, but cool, like mint. With something sweet..” she trails off before opening her eyes. “I can’t exactly explain but it smells really really nice.”

Scott shakes his head, pressing his lips together. “I don’t smell anything like that.”

“Could it be another supernatural?” Stiles ask

“Maybe it’s a new perfume someone sprayed. Something you like, Malia? I don’t smell anything like that or anything out of the ordinary,” Scott points out.

“Okay, Scott, why don’t you come with Malia and find out what she’s smelling while Stiles and I look for the new student. We’ll invite her to have lunch with us. That way, we can keep your eyes on her find out if she’s a threat or whatever,” Lydia crosses her arms.

Malia quickly grabs Scott’s arm and drags him as she follows the scent. Lydia and Stiles follow her seeing as they’re taking the same way to get to the Principal’s office.

Malia scrunches her nose, her eyebrows furrowing as she sniffs every now and then. She stops upon reaching the hallway, students rushing about here and there.

“Where is it? Where is it?” Malia mumbles to herself as she whips her head back and forth looking at the students in passing.

She closes her eyes trying to track it again when the scent hits her. She opens her eyes and fixes her gaze at the door of the principal’s office door.

Scott on the other hand, smells nothing but Malia’s excitement. The sound of her rapid heartbeat flooding his ears.

“There! That’s where it’s coming from!”

Malia doesn’t even bother dragging Scott anymore. She bumps into students uncaring as she sees a Y/H/C girl in a denim jacket wearing a pair of black headphones exit the office doors, attention fixed on a piece of paper.

“Malia!” “Malia, you can’t just–” “Malia, wait!”

Lydia, Stiles, and Scott’s voices did nothing but to deter the werecoyote from reaching you.

-

John Waite’s Missing You blasts through your headphones as you head out of the office. The Principal, Natalie Martin, printed out your schedule and told you that her daughter who’s also a student will give you a tour and show you to your classes. After waiting for five minutes, you figured you’ll just make use of the picture of the school map you took and find your locker and classes on your own. You’ve always hated waiting for mortals, especially females, they can take longer than necessary.

And that’s how you ended up just outside the principal’s office with a copy of your schedule in hand trying to figure out what rooms you should look for on the map first. However, you felt a presence just beside you making you turn your head.

All you see are blue circles before you blink. You then take in the sight of brown. Your eyes widen as the realization that these are human eyes hit you, making you quickly take a step back.

You bite your tongue not to curse. You may be living in the human world and had become exposed to its cultures but your angel side still finds it inappropriate to curse, especially out loud.

You blink again, now a foot away from the human. A brown-haired girl with brown eyes looks at you unblinking. You could’ve sworn you saw blue eyes but shrug it off.

“Are you Lydia Martin?” you take off your headphones and ask the girl in front of you unsurely. She doesn’t look like anything like Principal Martin but you can’t think of why she’s standing in front of you, just in front of the principal’s office.

The girl closes her eyes and inhales deeply. You were about to ask her again, thinking she must’ve not heard you but then you notice a strawberry blonde girl and two boys hurrying their way to you, well, specifically the girl in front of you.

“Sorry about her, she’s just really excited to meet you. She used to be the new girl too,” the girl smiles at you unsurely before pulling the other girl a bit away from you. “I’m Lydia Martin. I’m supposed to be showing you around….”

“Y/N. Y/N L/N,” you fill in for her.

“Right, Y/N. These are my friends, Malia,” she gestures to the girl who’s now looking at you again, then points to the two boys “Stiles and Scott.”

You nod before giving her your schedule.

“These are my classes. You can just point it out to me and I’ll get to them later. I need to head to my locker first. I’ve seen it earlier so there’s no need to actually show me around.”

“Mom will kill me if I let you wander on your own. Now let’s see,” she drawls on while grabbing your arm leading you to the lockers. You can feel Malia’s presence just beside you while the boys follow. “You’re in luck! We have almost every class together. And wow! You’re in AP classes except English!”

“English is not my first language,” you shrug. “I pretty much prefer Latin.”

“You don’t have an accent,” the boy behind you, Stiles, states.

“I’ve been speaking English for years. Just not that good at it when it comes to literature,” you tilt your head to look at him.

When you turned your attention to Lydia, you notice something causing you to stop abruptly and turn your head towards Malia.

“Did you just sniff me?” you look at her incredulously.

“You smell good,” she states bluntly.

“Oh uh, what she means is….” the boy named Scott drapes his arm around Malia’s shoulder and pulls her away a bit causing for her to growl at him.

“What she means is that your perfume smells good,” Stiles states as he saunters to Malia’s other side. “The bell’s about to ring so uh… We’ll see you two geniuses later. Come on, Scott, Malia.”

They all but drag the girl with them.

You then turn your attention to Lydia who rolls her eyes at the three.

“Your friends are weird.”

-

Overall, Beacon Hills isn’t as bad as you expected. Or maybe it’s just your desperation for normalcy speaking for you. But so far, you’re enjoying it.

When lunch came, Lydia led you to a table. Not long after, you felt another presence take the seat beside you and you turn only to see Malia smiling at you. Scott and Stiles both take a seat beside you. And another girl, who you found out is named Kira makes an appearance.

At first, you found her weird but after a few minutes of feeling how Malia seems to fight off the urge of wanting to cling to you–her fingers brushing against your arm a lot of times than you’d care to count and quickly pull away when she realizes she’s doing it, or how her head seems to be always tilted towards your as if wanting to lean, and her just all being unable to sit still, you finally relax and move closer to her. You even took it as far as gently pulling her head and leaning it against your shoulder.

You swear you heard her purr.

After that, she clung to you until the bell rang. Only letting you go when Scott actually pried her fingers off you as you guys reach their classroom. Lydia and Kira both giggling finding it amusing.

“It’s nice seeing Malia warm up to you this early,” Kira smiles as she places her arm on your shoulder.

“Careful, Kira. Malia might get mad,” Lydia teasingly tells her. You didn’t notice how the strawberry blonde girl fixes her eyes on the hand on your shoulder making Kira chuckle before letting go.

“What do you girls mean? Malia seems really nice,” you furrow your head in confusion. “A bit weird but nice.”

“Oh it’s nothing. Malia just hates everybody at first. We’re surprised how easily she took a liking to you,” Lydia replies as you three take a seat.

Before you can ask them any further questions, the bell rings followed by your teacher’s entrance.

- You finally arrive at your house, parking your truck and turning the engine off. It took you, Scott, and Stiles ten minutes to pry Malia off away from you just so you can open your truck’s door. Kira and Lydia didn’t bother helping after getting tired of reminding Malia that they’ll see you at shool tomorrow. It felt as if she was holding on to you for dear life. If you weren’t an angel, you probably broke more than a few bones with how strong her grip was.

In order to appease Malia, you invited them for a sleepover as soon as you finish repainting everything.

You were heading straight to the fridge to get a bottle of water when your phone rang. You took it out reading Sam Winchester on the caller ID.

“Hey there, Sammy,” you say as you open the bottle.

“Put it on speaker,” Dean’s voice rang out.

“Hey, Y/N! How’s everything?” Sam asks.

“Nobody giving you any trouble there?” Dean adds up.

“Everything’s fine. I made a few friends, I think. And no, Dean. Besides, it’s not like I can’t handle myself,” you point out.

Sam hums before pausing.

“….you told us you’re in Beacon Hills, right?” he trails off. “We researched about it and the place seems to be sketchy. A couple of deaths every now and then. Have you noticed anything weird?”

You drink a bit before setting the bottle of water down.

“So far, nothing stands out. But I’ve only been here for a few days, barely a week so I can’t say….” you contemplate. “There is something weird though. But not that kind of weird.”

“What type of weird exactly?”

“There’s this girl I met…”

“Ooooh, a girl!”

“Shut up, Dean!” you chuckle. “She’s really clingy. As in she keeps on touching me. Not only that, but this morning when we first met, she keeps on sniffing me. She told me I smell good.”

“I didn’t know you use perfume or colognes,” Sam thinks.

“Exactly, I don’t,” you point out. “What’s weird was I thought her eyes are blue at first. But then it’s brown. And I swear I heard her growl at her friend when they tried to pull her off me. And when I moved closer to her, I think I heard her purr….”

The line went silent so you finished your water. You squeeze the plastic bottle, playing with it.

“I dunno. I must be imagining things. Maybe I just miss going on hunts with you guys.”

Another silence.

“Sam? Dean? You still there?” you call out over the phone.

“Y/N…. Did you say that her eyes turned blue?” Sam’s voice sounded a bit unsure.

“Yeah, I think so,” you nod absentmindedly. You stop realizing they can’t see you.

“And she’s really really clingy and touchy?” Dean adds up.

“Yeah,” you take a pause. You scrunch your eyebrows waiting for their response.

“Y/N….”

“What, Sam?”

“I think a werecoyote just recognized you as her mate.”

“…..”

“Y/N?”

You drop the water bottle on the floor when realization finally hits you.

“Oh, fuck.”

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Maybe not so platonic (Luke Hemmings continuation)

Sleepover continuation (readable on its own)

Pairing: Luke Hemmings x Reader

Words: 1.8k

Warning: cursing

Sum.: You developed feelings for Luke and after moving in with him temporarily you both finally open up about it but not without some tension between you first (idfk)

A/N: I don't fucking know what happened in the middle there... Guess that happens when you don't plan out shit....sorry

Also big thanks to @poppunkandboybands for the request

Part 1, Ashton Continuation(slightly NSFW), Calum Continuation, Michael Continuation

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It had been a few months since you have had your sleepover at Calum's place. You always told the boys that you wanted to stay in Australia, if they wouldn't you would, but sometimes you had to break your word to be happy. And now you were moving to America, LA specifically. Thankfully the business you had worked at for a few years now had another office in LA and you would be able to continue working there. You had figured everything out except for where to live.

Instead of having to stay at a hotel or something for a while all the guys offered you to stay with them. Because Luke had offered you to stay first you decided to stay at his place, well not just because of that. Since the last time you saw them in person you had missed him more than the others. There were nights were you had talked to him until 3am, discussing topic you had never talked about.

When you arrived at his house everyone was there, Calum, Ashton, Michael and Luke. A banner hang inside the living room welcoming you and in the kitchen you found snacks and some drinks. You said hello to everyone, and you sat down on the couch together. It was almost midnight when the others decided to leave. You had talked all evening long about how excited they were for you moving over and about everything that came to mind. When they had left you sat back down on the couch next to Luke continuing to talk. He talked about what the band was getting up to and such, but one sentence made your heart drop. "...I'm so happy with how everything is going, you know the band is doing great, I think I'm in love again, you are back with us...", that middle part made you feel weird. You didn't like the thought of him being with another girl and it took you by surprise as you had never really thought of any of the boys as potential boyfriends. You never denied that they looked good or similar but you also never had feelings for them in that way. You tried to push it out of your mind by putting it down to you just missing them and being a little jealous that somebody else getting to spend so much time with him when you couldn't.

The feeling however still didn't leave you and you decided to end the night there, telling Luke you were really tired. You went up the stairs and entered the spare room he had. This was your little place for the next few days at least.

Around two days later you still weren't sure what to feel towards who, your mind was not ready to agree with your heart that your feelings for Luke were different than for the others. Luke was out for the night, a date. Your mood wasn't the best and you didn't want to think about it anymore. You poured yourself a glass of coke and went out to his garden. He had some fancy lounging spots and you slouched down on one of the sofas. The stars were covered by clouds but it felt like that was how it was supposed to be. Your mind wandered for a while and since you were listening to music through headphone you didn't hear Luke come home. The door to the outside swung open and Luke came out. You saw him mouth something and pulled your headphone out quickly. "What?", you asked and sat up slightly.

"For a second I thought you had left", he had a drink in his hand and walked towards you. "You're the one who was out, not me", you sighed and slouched back. "Are you ok?", he looked worried and put an arm around you while sitting down. "I'm just not feeling right", you sighed. "Same"

You raised an eyebrow and turned to him. "What do you mean?"

"I don't even really know but, I thought that I liked her but I ended whatever it was because she wasn't the one I actually liked. There is somebody else on my mind constantly", he looked like he was about to cry, it broke your heart. "Oh Luke", you sighed, "want to talk about it? Just like we always have?" It wasn't the first time you had talked him through heartache but this time you had different intentions than back then. He shook his head and stared into the sky. He took a sip of his drink and offered you some as well and the smell hit your nose when you lifted the cup up to your mouth. "Are you drinking straight up liquor?", you sat the cup back down on the table and looked at him in shock. "I know that you're not feeling good but getting wasted now isn't the right thing to do", you shook your head. You had seen them drunk way too many times, often way too drunk. He shrugged and poured the cup out onto the grass. "It was the only thing that was in the house", he looked at the ground. You shifted around a little to hug him from the side. "Luke I'm worried about you", you whispered to him and felt him get goosebumps. "I'm fine", he squeezed you a little tighter but you didn't believe him. "I know you, you're not ok", but before you could continue to talk he interrupted you.

"No you don't! You don't really know me, you don't know everything.", he raised his voice and it surprised you. He wasn't shouting but he wasn't talking in a normal volume either. He sounded angry and it scared you a little, he had never raised his voice when talking to you. You let go of him and moved away a bit. "What do you mean?", your voice was shaking a little when talking. "You don't know my feelings, you don't know anything", he was almost shouting by now and all you wanted to do was leave. He scared you, there was this look in his eye that you had never seen before. You stood up, turned on you heel and headed to the door. Usually you were good at handling yourself in tense situations but this time your eyes filled with tears and when you looked back before closing the door behind you a tear had fallen down your cheek already. He was still standing in front of the couch you had just sat on together. You felt like running but tried to walk up the stairs in a calm manner. After entering the guest room you locked the door, just wanting to be alone. The tears were streaming down your face by now and you were sobbing silently, the only thing you felt was confusion. Who was he to you? Was he your best friend, was he a crush? Did you even know him, maybe you were really really bad at judging characters.

A few minutes later there was a knock at the door. "Y/N?", you didn't expect Luke to come after you, he was the one shouting after all. "Please? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that", he knocked again. You weren't sure if you should give in or not. "Please let me in", his voice sounded muffled through the door but it almost sounded like he was pleading to you. When you walked up to the door and unlocked it, you opened it slowly and a sob escaped you. He muttered something under his breath but you couldn't understand it. "I'm so sorry", he rushed over and hugged you.

"And I thought I had mood swings", you shook your head but wrapped your arms around him nonetheless.

"I'm just confused", he placed his head on your shoulder. "Well you're not the only one but I don't go around shouting at my friends."

You stood there together in a tight hug for a while before sitting down on your bed. "I just don't know how to feel", he was playing with his hands and looking down at his feet. "Well why won't you talk to me about it?", you took one of his hands. "Well because...", he took a deep breath and sighed before continuing, "I don't know how to...feel about...you know, about you", the way he had said it made your heart feel like it had stopped for a second before continuing to beat. "I...what do you mean? Do you not want to be friends anymore?", your heart dropped just thinking about it being a possibility. "Oh god no! No I mean it's more like the opposite", he squeezed your hand and looked up.

You heard a 'fuck it' under his breath. "Y/N, for a while now I could only think about you, and whenever I was with her I wanted it to be you but I don't fucking know how you are feeling and it is killing me because I could be ruining everything right now", your eyes met and you wanted to melt on the inside. The knot that you had in your stomach turned into butterflies and you couldn't believe what he had just said.

You leaned in closer to him and your noses almost touched. "Kiss me you idiot", you whispered and he closed the gap between you two without hesitation. His lips were soft and you leaned into the kiss a little more. He had placed one hand on your jaw and you put your hands behind his neck. Your heart felt like it was going to jump out in joy. When the kiss ended you were sitting on your bed, foreheads touching and both smiling from one ear to the other. You pecked his lips again and whispered against them, "I think we feel the same."

That night you shared a bed, waking up you were wrapped in his arms and he was looking down on you. "Morning", you smiled at him and laid your head back down on his chest. He kissed the top of your head and you could feel his heartbeat through his chest. Everything felt so right to you at that moment.

"I'm gonna make some coffee for us ok?", you looked up to Luke while saying it and he reluctantly let you go. You kissed him quickly and went downstairs to make breakfast. Coffee smell filled the room and you placed his favorite cereal on the kitchen table. A few minutes later you heard Luke walk into the kitchen and sit down. When you turned around to pour the coffee in his mug he was licking his lips and looking at you. "I can get used to this view every day", he smiled at you and took a sip of his coffee. He squeaked and cursed a bit after burning his mouth with the first sip. You couldn't help but laugh, "Careful it's hot." He shook his head but smiled back, "Not funny babe."

Maybe you didn't need to find an apartment after all.

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Uncle Acid: The Veil is Lifted

~By Jamie LaRose~

Photographs by Burning Moon

'Wasteland' (2018), the latest offering from Uncle Acid and the Deadbeats, will melt your brain. This pleasurable trip induced via neuron-altering sound will send you on a ride into the void of dilapidated humanity, then back to earth in an awakening.

We had the chance to visit with Uncle Acid founding member Kevin Starrs about the new album and his own inspiring musical journey. He also indulged some unusual fan questions.

Come trip with us.

"At the end I was sick everywhere."

I was curious about the narrative underlying 'Wasteland.' Is it a follow-up to the story behind 'Mind Control' (2013)?

It’s funny, I never really thought of much similarity between the two albums. There is an underlying theme of manipulation, propaganda, and things like that, which were sort of touched on in Mind Control. Wasteland is a little more fragmented, almost like fragments from a memory disc or something like that, that’s all been shattered and thrown together. So although all of the songs relate to each other, it’s not so much of a linear story as the other albums are.

That makes sense. The title track seems to encompass a wide array of styles, from the 1960s to present, with its melodies, harmonies and psychedelic dissonance. I feel like a time traveler. Do you think music is a true form of time travel?

Yeah, you know, you associate memories with certain sounds. In this particular track, as you say, there are so many different influences on that. It wasn’t really intentional, that was just the way it kind of panned out in the end. That’s actually one of my favorite tracks of the album, just the way it turned out. I think it came out really great.

I agree. Mind blowing.

Thank you.

"Even if we have a pristine recording, I’ll do whatever I can to destroy it."

I had my headphones on, I sat back, and I kind of lost myself in that track “Exodus” after I had listened to the album and I found myself startled. This has happened before, when I was listening to that Jimi Hendrix song, “The Stars That Play with Laughing Sam’s Dice,” for the first time. I got into the groove with "Exodus" and there’s this weird, kind of heartbeat sound coming in and it took me off guard. I almost forgot I was listening and then it snapped me into a different place.

That’s great. I mean, that’s sort of the idea of it. It’s to mold you into a false sense of security, then you’re going along and all the sudden it stops -- that part about the mercenary or whatever, that sawing sound like somebody’s skull is being sawed open and gets stuck into the brain, and there’s all kinds of panning and effects that swell around your brain. Especially if you say you listened to it on headphones, it can be quite disorientating. When I finished this album, finished mixing it and listened to it straight through for the first time, at the end I was sick everywhere. For whatever reason, it made me feel very uneasy, I don’t know if it was the music or because I had worked on it so hard, but it was quite strange to just vomit after you’ve finished an album like that.

It almost surrounds the part of your brain where you’re unable to escape from it. It makes sense to have felt that way, that’s how it happened for me, as well!

Nice. I’m glad.

So what's the story behind 'Wasteland'?

It was based not in a desert wasteland, but a city wasteland, with large, boned-out buildings. Loads of propaganda and things like that. The story just evolved as I was writing it.

Before this interview, I asked fans is they had some questions for you. Here's an unusual one to start: "How do you feel about spirit animals?"

Spirit animals. You know, I’ve never really thought about that.

Like if you have a dream or event that involves an animal coming to you?

I don’t know. I don’t think I’ve ever experienced that sort of thing.

Seemed like something that was possible.

Well, maybe. I mean, I’m not really sure what kind of spirit animal I would be, to be honest.

Another fan question I got frequently was, "Who's Uncle?" Are you?

I guess that would be me, yeah. I started it and I used that name in the beginning “Uncle Acid” just because, you know, I didn’t think it was going to get anywhere. It was just kind of a small project and I wanted to remain anonymous. It made sense to take a name like that, but as the band grew a lot bigger and it became an international thing, I didn’t want it to become a character that I had to play -- you know, some fucking whatever -- so I thought, "We’ll scrap the idea and I can just use a different sort of name" and became K. R. Starrs and then Kevin Starrs. There’s just all different kind of ways of putting it, so it can be quite confusing for people.

You go by many names, perhaps you have not settled yet? There’s probably another form that will somehow emerge.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. There could be, yeah.

"It was just kind of a small project and I wanted to remain anonymous."

I had another fan question, "Would consider doing a Cactus cover in Uncle Acid style?" They suggested “One Way or Another.”

You know, I’ve never really thought about doing a Cactus song. I guess “Evil” would be a good one to do. That was the first Cactus song I ever heard, so that could work. It’s always good to do sort of unusual songs for covers. I’ve got a couple of ideas that we could use as B-sides if we ever need them, strange covers that maybe people would be a little bit surprised with.

I had a somewhat strange request from someone who asked if you could live in their basement, because it wasn’t doomy enough. In relationship to that, I was wondering if you’ve gotten strange fan requests and what the strangest request might have been.

It tends to happen in the U.S. amazingly. I remember meeting someone and he wanted me to sign his pickle jar. He had like and empty, large pickle jar. He was very adamant. I don’t know what he was going to put in it, but he was adamant that it needed to be signed by me.

That can go in a lot of different directions. Like, you’ve signed a jar that something can go into.

It could be some body parts -- anything, really. I mean, you never know.

I live in Florida by way of Portland, Oregon and the last time I saw your band was in Philadelphia, you were playing with Danava. I know you’ve toured with them a couple of times and I’m a huge fan, as well. How you did like touring with Danava and what other bands have you enjoyed sharing the stage with?

We’ve been pretty lucky, as we’ve gotten to tour with a lot of really great bands. Static Vision, I really love what they’re doing. We’ve got Blood Ceremony coming up here and we’re really excited about that, we’ve been looking to tour with them for a long time. I’ve been a fan of theirs since their very first album and I love everything that they’ve done. It’s always just been difficult to get schedules to match up. We finally got a window of opportunity to tour, so we are really looking forward to that. And, of course, as you say, Danava -- one of the best, the best band in America, in my opinion. Greg’s always been very supportive of us, as well, so we always have a good time touring with those guys.

In the album, I hear a kind of '80s metal influence with theatrical stylings muffled down into psychedelic tones and that brain-mesh we spoke about. What are some of your most notable influences to date?

Pink Floyd is a huge influence, especially on this one. Pink Floyd, as well as Roger Waters solo stuff. He makes albums that are very immersive, it goes back to using sound effects and spoken word, and sound samples of voices. He always does that on his albums and it makes it immersive for the listener, adding a sort of paranoia feeling to it sometimes. So, yeah, Pink Floyd, I love that band. Neil Young is a huge influence, as is Simon and Garfunkel.

I always assume that people aren’t going to like it.

You have a style that transcends time. Someone could recognized Uncle Acid as a band from the '60s, but with the modern attributes of mixing and mastering. It feels so expansive. You’ve been able to cover so much ground, using musically recognizable forms from each era without replicating the bands that influenced you. How do you pull off this unique sound?

I just write to my particular tastes. I always assume that people aren’t going to like it. So, if you have that in mind, any sort of good reaction is going to be unexpected, really. We’re not trying to recreate anything that’s happened in the past, I just have a specific sound that I like. Sometimes that’s contrary to what’s going on currently, especially on the production side.

A lot of the metal production is very clean and you can hear every single element of the drums and everything is perfectly in place. It’s all really sterile and I really don’t like that sort of thing, so I go in the exact opposite direction. Even if we have a pristine recording, I’ll do whatever I can to destroy it, run it through preamps, and turn everything up. I make it sound kind of disgusting, the opposite of what’s popular at the moment. We use a mixture of analog and digital, as well. There is a place for digital in recording, you can make it sound really good. We’re not specifically trying to recreate anything from the past, but I guess because our music production is so different from a lot of the modern productions. People just assume that it’s trying to be like that.

Speaking of the modern production in relationship to your process, do you use vintage equipment in recording?

It’s a mix, really. A lot of the guitars we use are new, made in the last 10-15 years. I’ve used an amp from 1958 and an amp from 1972 and then an amp from 2005. Whatever sounds good, basically, we’ll use. In the studio that we used, they had a lot of great, old vintage equipment, stuff that’s been in there for 50 years. Microphones and tape machines and echo chambers that we used were used on classic records, and we got to use them.

The recording studio that you use, do you know of the history of the equipment that you have been able to record with?

Yeah, we’ve recorded at Sunset Sound in Los Angeles for the main tracking. That’s where the first couple of Van Halen records were made, Neil Young recorded there, the Stones, Zeppelin, The Doors. I mean, it’s just a who’s who, all these classic albums were made there. There is something about those rooms that held a sort of vibe to the place, which definitely helps. You feel this sort of leisure gain, because you’re playing in a place where you know so much great music has been recorded. You want to up your game a little bit to match that.

"Question everything and keep your mind open."

It sounds like that studio would be very filled with their presence in a way, if you have that sort of sentiment about spaces.

Yeah, absolutely!

Do you have a message to the universe from Uncle Acid or Kevin Starrs?

Question everything and keep your mind open. That’s it, really. In a lot of our albums, we present stories where if people would question things maybe it wouldn’t have turned out as bad for the people on the albums. A lot of the time, people just fall for the propaganda, they fall for what they’re told, and it always ends terribly for them. All of our albums have that theme of just things going terribly wrong for people.

Question Your Destiny

Jamie LaRose reviews Uncle Acid's new heart-stopping spin

The fifth album by Uncle Acid and the Deadbeats, 'Wasteland' (2018 - Rise Above Records), is filled with questions -- questions one needs to ask to avert the miry void of a dismal, propaganda-filled eternity. Uncle Acid is Kevin R. Starrs (lead guitar, vocals, organ) and the Deadbeats are Vaughn Stokes (rhythm guitar, backing vocals), John Rice (drums), and Justin Smith (bass). The narrative of these songs begs us to interrogate our reality by asking "What's real?" In a dismal, decayed, apocalyptic world, the way to find escape is through a journey. From beginning to end, the psychedelic melodies will keep the soul alert through its dark night. The album contains extreme mastery of a personal style orchestrated by the infamous Uncle Acid himself. Trust me when I say it will affect your brain chemistry.

The storyline of Wasteland has us constantly second guessing ourselves as we're guided by the tones of insanity. “See Through You” will gives a launching point into space. It sounds as if you are being launched into a rocket where you will meet this very tune in the expansive voids of outer worlds. The best way to experience the album in the most immersive way would be to listen with a nice pair of headphones. The intricacies of the chaos created will become so intense that you have to wonder if you’re listening to something interdimensional. After speaking with Kevin Starrs, the creation comes to life in a different way, yet everything makes sense when he explains that the reaction you feel was intended.

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Kevin Starrs has gone by many different names throughout his time with the band, yet his style always remains outstandingly individualistic and organic. There are hints of many different styles throughout the record, from groovy psychedelic rock and '80s hair metal to the futuristic possibilities of unknown noise. It is apparent that the influences he referenced most, such as Pink Floyd, come into play in the writing process. Even though the nature of this record has obvious influences, drawing from a wide array of inspirations, there is not the slightest indication that it is contrived in any way. The style is well-developed by Uncle Acid and the Deadbeats and thus distinctly their own.

There is something about this writing style that focuses intricately on brain invasion. The final track, “Exodus,” is a great example of neural integration within this musical masterpiece. While listening, I became entranced by the lulling melody of the swaying guitar riffs, quintessential Uncle Acid vocals, and the snazzy high hats. This comforting sound is like a rocking chair, with a quality of restless relaxation. Finding myself enraptured by this hypnotism, I sank further into a state of calmness. This came towards the end, right when a decision must be made. In the outro, I was awakened to memories of the album in its entirety, as if I was waking from a dream. The enrapturing nature of this song affected me greatly. I felt confused, lost. As soon as I realized I was still listening to the album, I awoke a new person with a piece of myself curious to hear my own heartbeat. It wasn’t my heartbeat, was it? No, it was the awakening.

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Overall, the experience of listening to the new Uncle Acid album for the first time was much more than I ever expected. Each time I hear the songs in succession, I encounter an invasion in my head. Finding the truth is hidden within the questions we ask ourselves and Uncle Acid has let us in on this discovery. In order to find oneself, we must take a look inward. If that doesn’t work, take a look at your realm of outward influences and you will discover yourself once more in the Wasteland.

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