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matrixbearer2024 · 2 months

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Troubles Unforeseen

Vox x CollegeStudent!Reader

A/N: Wowowowow- I did not realize my story would be so well received hahaha, I'm honestly grateful you guys like it so much. Anyways- here's the loooong awaited continuation to the series and I hope you all enjoy this installment as much as you've enjoyed the past ones. Happy reading!

A/N: To say this was looong overdue is a friggin understatement since it's literally just been chilling in my drafts like no one's business hahahaha. I'm posting it now so people can start writing ideas about what to do after Reader dies, but go ahead and feel free to keep posting HCs about Reader still being alive. It's an AU at this point and I'll keep writing about it like one HAHAHAHA!

To say Vox paid more attention to you now was slightly an understatement.

You were both practically connected by the hip digitally.

Even your friend group noticed how much time you'd spent just chatting whoever was on the receiving end of your shenanigans.

Not that they knew what kind of peculiar situation was always on the other side of the screen.

In fact, Vox was aware he probably should've been paying more attention to the meeting he was in-

It just so happens that you interested him more than any typical business ever could.

All the more when you'd told him you were getting ready for a party.

"It's just a birthday celebration Vox, it's not like I'm going to a club or anything."

"If there's any booze try not to get shitfaced, or will you drive yourself there?"

You could only giggle at his worry, taking a glance at your phone as it continued to buzz from his messages.

You clipped on the new earrings you'd bought just a few days ago to go with your outfit.

Even if you had gone shopping with your friends-

You still sent Vox pictures, asking what look he preferred.

He was in the middle of spying on Alastor when you once again swiped up all his attention.

Aaaaaand he actually thought you looked great in all of the outfits.

A warm feeling spread through him upon seeing your cheeky grin and silly poses.

Ah whatever, at this point it was nothing new.

But he did finally end up picking the one which bore a striking resemblance to his color scheme.

You didn't even notice at first when you bought the outfit.

Only when you saw the small desktop companion Vox made for you while doing assignments did you realize the subconscious decision your overlord buddy had made.

You teased him about it for a while too, much to his chagrin.

"I'll be with my friends, you don't have anything to worry about."

"The same friends that caused how we met? Doll, I have every right to be concerned."

Vox had nothing against the chaotic nature of your friends.

After all they always brought out the best-

And the worst-

In you, no matter what you were doing.

Even so, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was very... off.

Like an ominous shadow just looming over his shoulder.

He didn't make any mention of it though, thinking he was just being paranoid.

Besides, he didn't want to rain on your parade.

You'd gone the whole nine yards to pretty yourself up for the party.

He wouldn't want your efforts to be in vain.

Vox felt a twinge of jealousy towards the fact others would be able to admire how nice you were in real time, he only had pictures.

Wait what-

Okay, there was definitely something still wrong with him.

"I might not be as active for a few hours because of the party so go and actually focus on the things you gotta do."

"Are you insinuating that I don't do that already?"

"When you spam memes and talk to me nearly all the time can you blame me for not thinking you're always distracted?"

Vox mumbled cursed under his breath, rolling his eyes and glancing back up to check if the boring meeting was over.

Ugh... were they even halfway done discussing this shit?

"Yeah whatever, enjoy your party dollface. Don't get too hammered."

"Hahaha love you too dumbass, I'll keep you updated."

The overlord glitched slightly reading your reply.

His stomach definitely did a flip when he first saw what you typed.

Vox already knew it was probably just a: "I love you as a really close friend" thing-

But that didn't stop his systems from freaking out about it anyhow.

He decided it would be best to stop thinking about it anyways, placing his phone down and finally placing his attention back on the meeting.

Like it should've been the entire time-

Vox didn't really give a fuck though.

On your end, you were going to be picked up by your friends before you all headed to the party.

You guys decided it would be smarter to carpool so most of you guys could actually drink and unwind.

"Heeeeey bitch! Wow! Your outfit slays!"

You rolled your eyes before climbing into shotgun.

"I had some help picking out the look, any good?"

"(Y/N) you are going to break necks with how fast heads will turn, are you kidding me??"

That just reminded you of something Vox said when you showed him the pictures of your completed outfit.

'They're going to turn their heads so fast it'll give them whiplash! You look stunning darling!'

Vox's knack for petnames sometimes embarrassed you, especially when it sometimes seemed a little more than friendly.

Though- that was probably not the case, he was just being the charming idiot TV telecaster that he was with his sweet talk.

You often caught yourself wondering if he ever meant his words, or if it was just the persona Vox played up.

You partly hoped he meant it, even if you didn't know why.

That was until the not-so-subtle snickering of your friends popped the thought bubble you were in.

"Ooookay, what's so funny?"

"Who are you thinking about~? That digital 'friend' of yours?"

You audibly groaned from the situation your friends were insinuating.

They never really believed that you were just chatting with a friend when you were on the phone with Vox.

Despite the multiple times you'd blatantly mentioned that he really was just that.

A friend, a companion-

He wasn't supposed to be anything more than that right?

A blush was creeping up your neck as your friends continued to prod and tease at you for it, fanning your own face slightly to try and calm down the raging embarrassment.

Of course, it would always be fun and games-

Until it wasn't.

Everything happened so fast.

You were just joking with your friends in one moment-

And now you were coughing up blood in the next.

You remembered your friends screaming, some bright headlights, the brakes screeching then metal crunching.

You couldn't even move.

The entire front of the car had been shoved backwards into the front seats.

Even if the paramedics got here in time, you doubted they could save you.

The coppery tang of blood stained your tongue.

You'd gotten all dolled up for the party too.

It's unfortunate that now you'd never be able to go.

Heh... you probably wouldn't even be able to get drunk now either.

Wait-

Oh shit-

Vox!!

You wanted to reach for your phone but both your arms were fucked up in the crash.

The only thing you could really move was your head.

Even then, darkness was already starting to creep into your vision.

It didn't matter how valiantly you fought to keep your eyes open.

You lost too much blood, by the time the paramedics had arrived-

They announced you dead and took you away in a body bag.

The lower half of you had gotten entirely mangled from the accident that you surviving seemed bleak to begin with.

You thought you were done for when you closed your eyes for the final time.

Only when you opened them again- you were somewhere else entirely.

What...?

The skies were blood red, there was practically fire and murder everywhere you turned-

And oh ew- it even smelled like rotten burning corpses.

Where the fuck were you??

Was this supposed to be hell???

You carefully wandered around, hesitating here and there before stumbling across a large building.

Hazbin Hotel...?

Huh, you had no where else to go.

Might as well give it a shot.

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arthenaa · 6 months

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Can't think right, too tongue-tied, It must be love | GOJO SATORU

5+1. 5 times Gojo Satoru's confessed to you through his cryptic love language and one time you've had enough.

note: fluff. crack. idiots in love. not proofread cuz im bz w commz. it's gender-neutral. based on experience cuz i like projecting myself into my writing. (if my clients r seeing this, im so sorry i just have to get this off my head or else i will explode) listen to the playlist for immersive reading (its actually part of the story! but its optional if yall prefer silent environments and prefer to listen later hehe)

story playlist:

01: Gee by Girls Generation

"Hey, check your dms."

He nudges you with his elbow—quite rudely if one might add but you've learned to deal with Satoru's little quirks after years of torment. Who wouldn't if you were subjected to concealed torture under the guise of tumultuous hiiiiiiii's, heyyyyyyyy's, and the occasional heavy ass arm around your neck that he keeps leaning on with his fucking weight because he claims, and you quote, "we're besties."

He's annoying and yes, you've since learned to desensitize yourself with his entire existence completely.

However, there are still times when he's managed to surprise you despite all the years of experience you've worked hard and traumatized (exaggeration, yes, but it's Gojo?) yourself for.

"Did you just send me Gee by Girls Generation?"

He looks up from his phone, the circular sunglasses drooping down with the raise of his eyebrows. He glances at you before looking back down again to his phone.

"Yeah?" He replies as if you shouldn't be asking him in the first place. You blink at him in confusion. "Reminds me of you."

"What?" You furrow your eyebrows. "Gee .... Reminds you of me?"

"Yeah," He responds with no hesitance. Somehow, this makes you squint your eyes at him.

"Are you trying to get something out of this?"

"No?" He raises his eyebrow before chuckling, raising his hand to gently bump his knuckles against your forehead. You flinch back at the sudden gesture.

He tilts his head with a smile. "Listen to it on the way home."

There's a pause of silence as you look at him with wide eyes, the phone screen dimming down with every second you leave it untouched. He then purses his lips, shrugs, and slips his airpods in before waving and wandering off to Geto who had just come out with Shoko from the convenience store with a bag of ice cream.

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion as the two erupt into laughter—Gojo swinging his arm around Geto in the process. You see Shoko turn towards you, an unlit cigarette stick hanging from her lips.

"Y/N!" She calls before nudging her head over. You sigh as the two walk on ahead, too immersed in their conversation to wait for the two of you. You walk over to Shoko as she waits for you with her hands tucked within the pockets of her sweatpants.

Shoko gives you a once-over as you take another peek at your phone. This is just him fucking with me probably. Surely.

"What's with you?" She asks with a drawl of her voice. She adjusts the cigarette with a roll of her lips.

You pocket your phone with a quiet sigh, eyes boring into the back of Satoru's head. "Nothing. Let's go."

02: Super Shy by New Jeans

The next time it happens is when your phone is connected to the Bluetooth speaker in the common area. It was a peaceful morning really, lounging in the kitchen bar, and drinking your coffee while listening to Laufey surely was one way to pass the time.

There weren't any missions for the second years and so you had the place all to the four of you.

You take another sip, eyes drowsily blinking as Bewitched by Laufey plays beautifully in the surround sound speakers that the school funded at the awful behest of Gojo Satoru. (Of course, he gets his way around the administration because they have no choice) It has its use despite how it was taken but past is past and you just want to snuggle yourself deeper in your oversized hoodie, the feeling of a fresh shower, a cup of coffee, and music.

Just as you took another sip of your drink, you heard padding of footsteps descending the stairs from the boys' side of the dormitory.

You turn your head to see the new addition to your peaceful morning only to let out a sigh at the sight of Gojo Satoru yawning, scratching his stomach, then finally turning towards you with a slight surprise—all in that order.

"Y/N," He greets, voice riddled with sleep as he waddles over to you, encasing you with his arms around your shoulders and head against your neck. "'m so sleepy."

"Satoru," You take a sip of your coffee, unbothered by the weight on your back as he almost completely nestles his weight on your body. "You're early."

He has half a mind to take notice of the soft tunes coming out of the speakers as he digs his face into your neck. You stay unbothered to his sudden need for physical intimacy as you place down your coffee to grab your phone.

He raises his head from your neck, chin on your shoulder as he notices your prolonged silence—presumably, distracted by something else. Turns out, he was right as he watched you rack through your playlist for a song to change to.

Taking the opportunity, he snatches your phone swiftly and pressing the search button to play something else entirely.

"Hey!" You complain as you grab his wrist when he tries to dodge your attempts to get your phone back. You force it down to your range of vision as he begins to search for whatever song he wants to play for the morning. "Please don't—"

"Too late," He grins, pressing Super Shy by New Jeans. Soon enough the playful beats of the song surround the area and he's back to his usual giggly and energetic self. He hugs you close and tight, shifting your body back and forth to the beat.

It's too early in the morning and you don't have the energy in you to stop this assault.

"Can you stop?" You whine as he gathers you tightly in his arms, cheeks mushed together, your arms pressed against your chest, and his face buried against your hair.

"Why?" He drawls out the last syllable with an annoyingly cute tilt of his voice. You want to body slam him to the floor. "This song reminds me of you though!"

There he is again.

You're not too sure if you should question it when he's holding this much energy in the morning. He tries to sway your body back and forth to the song and you could almost feel your stomach empty its contents when Geto finally comes to your rescue.

"Satoru!" Geto's voice reaches the kitchen with ease as he stops by the entrance and shakes his head. "Get off Y/N before they die, would you?"

"Fine," Satoru lets go of you reluctantly before trudging over to Geto who comforts him with the promise of making him breakfast. You send a thankful glance to Geto who gives you a sympathetic nod.

You let out a sigh. Your coffee has gone cold and another song from New Jeans' album plays on the speakers

You suppose interrogating Gojo can wait.

03: Love Lee by AKMU

Your eyes glance up from your phone to glare at the winter wonderland-haired boy sitting on one of the chairs to the far right of the classroom. He balances himself on its hind legs with his feet perched up on the table as he continues to type on his phone.

Few seconds later another ding alerts you of a notification.

There's a huff of laughter from his side of the room, presumably from your conversation. You let out a sigh, tucking your left hand in your pocket to cup around for your poor tangled earphones.

"Did he send you another song?" Shoko peers from your shoulder at the open conversation tab of you and Satoru's messages. You grumble in response as you pull the offensive knotted wires from your pocket.

The brunette heaves a sigh as she plops down to the seat next to yours. There's about an hour left before Professor Yaga bursts through those doors and disrupts your moment of reprieve. It's better to just make most of your time now.

You press on the link, leading you to your Spotify app as the song pops up on the player.

"Love Lee?" You say loudly enough for Satoru to hear amidst his conversation with Geto. "Really?"

"You say that as if AKMU isn't godly," Satoru retorts with a raise of his eyebrow. Suguru chuckles beside him, coughing into his hand as if to hide his laughter.

"This is the last time, Satoru." You comment as you slip one earphone to your ear. The blue eyed boy rolls his eyes.

"Is it so bad to send you songs that remind me of you?"

"I said, last time."

He raises his left hand and mimics talking in a mocking demeanor with a close and open of his fingers and thumb. You glare at him shortly.

You press play and the song hums a soft melody with its lowered volume within the speakers of your earphones. Shoko glances at you and then Gojo before shifting her body towards your armrest and resting her arms on it with her chin perched on top.

"He's not gonna stop is he?" Shoko asks with a soft smile on her lips. You glance down at her, hand coming up to brush a stray hair away from her face.

"He's just being Gojo," You retort with a sigh. You twirl a strand of her hair within your fingers. "He'll get bored soon enough."

Shoko stifles a giggle from her lips causing you to raise an eyebrow.

"Sure," She says with a roll of her eyes. You don't like her tone.

"Why'd you say it like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like you don't believe me." You frown deeply. Shoko glances down at your phone and then at you.

"You said he sent you D.O the other day."

"And?" You raise your eyebrow at her in confusion. You're not sure what to make of what she's saying but the steady gaze of Shoko's eyes on you somewhat makes you nervous.

"Rose," She adds as if she's trying to prove something already obvious. "Rose by D.O. Then he sent you Love Lee today."

"Yeah, I know?" You sound out the last syllable with a careful tone. Shoko eyes you once more before shaking her head.

"You're hopeless." She grumbles, opening the window to her side and lighting a cigarette. You furrow your eyebrows at her sudden frustration.

"What the hell does that mean?"

04: Only by Lee Hi

"It's good, I promise you!" Gojo flashes you with his cerulean blue eyes that seem to get shinier by the second. You feel uneasy under his stare as he tilts his umbrella to shield you further from the rain.

The two of you are walking to the Samgyupsal place that Shoko suggested eating out at. It had been a while since the four of you gathered in one place— You and Ieri often paired out in reconnaissance missions while the other two were sent to more physical curse-related operations. It wasn't exactly easy to find the right time to catch up but with luck on your side, the four of you coincidentally ended missions on the same week. Currently, You and Gojo have woken up late from an afternoon nap and decided to go there together. The other two had already left a few minutes earlier.

Bad news, it had rained on the way there. Good news, your umbrella was with you.

Since the walking Burj Khalifa had a taller physique and a longer arm, you gave him the role of keeping the both of you dry from the rain.

Your only problem right now though is that Satoru's doing his thing again.

"I thought I told you that last time is the last time?" You shoot him a stern look as he tries his best to give you his mimic of puppy eyes. Well, as much as he can with that sunglasses of his.

"But this one's really good though?" He pouts. "If you like Laufey, you'll like this one. C'mon, please?"

He pulls out one of his AirPods from his right ear before holding out to you. You give him a defeated look as he grins at you cheerfully.

You put it on with reluctance as he pulls out his phone to scroll through his long-ass playlist. You could only get a glimpse of it with how he used the scroll bar you couldn't even see with the amount of songs he's jam-packed in that collection of his. You ought to teach him the importance of sectioning his music, you suppose.

He then finally lets out a noise of victory when he's found the song he's looking for. Soon enough, piano instrumentals begin to play and the mood suddenly shifts to a mellow vibe.

Your chest huffs with recognition as Lee Hi's voice fills your ear with carefully woven melodies and detailed harmonies.

"Only?" You turn to him with a soft smile playing on your lips. He glances down at you with a smile as you both walk to the beat of the song.

"See?" He says. You look up at him with the subtle sway of your head to the addictive flow of the tune. "You like it."

"Of course, I do," You retort with a scoff. "It's Lee Hi."

"Yeah, yeah," He rolls his eyes before licking his lips as he turns to face the street once more. "I meant this. You're starting to like it, I can see it on your face."

You halt your footsteps, causing him to stumble as he tries to shield your body causing a few of the droplets to splash the side of his arm. He stares at you with wide eyes, awaiting your response.

"No I don't."

"You do."

"I don't."

"You do, though?"

"Nope."

"Okay, you don't." He peers at you with raised eyebrows as if he's waiting for you to say something else entirely. You furrow your eyebrows at him.

"You don't get to reverse psychology me, Satoru."

"Not even once?" He raises his pointer finger with a pout of his lip causing you to slap his hand away.

"No!" You put your foot down on this conversation because you know if you don't, Satoru's just going to start to defy until he's going to get what he wants. "Point is, I don't and you can't keep sending me songs for whatever reason."

"I literally sent you them because it reminds me of you."

"You sent me Sour Grapes in the midst of shitting."

"Okay?" He shrugs his shoulders high as if that shouldn't be enough to convict him of murder or something. "That was one time! I told you after that it reminded me of you though?"

"Yeah, like I would want someone to tell me that when they werejust having explosive diarrhea in the dormitory toilets."

"You're kinda mean sometimes you know that?" He huffs as his shoulders droop. In this lighting, he looks like a puppy ripped off its precious treats. You prevent a smile from blooming on your lips.

"It's my charm," You wink at him. He flushes under your watch. At the embarrassed flush on his face, you let out a few chuckles—admiring the way the redness of his cheeks spread to his ears.

"And, cut!"

Your moment gets cut off by a loud clap mimicking a clapperboard. You both turn toward the culprit as Shoko stands with her hands outstretched in front of her and clasped against one another.

"That was a wonderful shot. I'm sure you'll get Couple of the Year at the KBS Drama Awards." Shoko smiles as she tucks her hands in her coat. Your face flushes and soon enough you duck out of the safety of the umbrella with hands outstretched to grab at Shoko. The girl squeals as you chase her inside.

Satoru on the other hand doesn't come in for a minute and a half.

05: Signal by TWICE

"You're keeping a playlist?"

Geto chimes in as he rests his chin on your shoulder. It's the weekend, the day is free, and there's nothing to worry about so you and Geto are in the comforts of the common room in your shared dormitory, playing about 5 rounds of Valorant since 12 in the afternoon.

You glance at Geto who peers into the list of songs. They're mostly Korean pop (He's that obsessed okay) ranging from Girls' Generation to AKMU to TWICE then a couple of NCT, SEVENTEEN, and even Mamamoo. He reprimands you to not lose them buried and laid to waste in your messages because he says, 'I sent them so that means they're carefully thought of and that also means you have to remember them because I said so!'

You responded with a smack under the head and an array of curses you jumbled together in an attempt to scare him off.

It didn't work.

"He just sent me Signal by Twice." You groan as you add yet another song to the lengthy playlist that you only just curated a few days ago. Your eyes take a short glance up at the computer screen with the waiting time on standby as your match queued up in competitive.

Geto pulls away from your shoulder and gives you a raise of an eyebrow.

"Okay, I'm just going to be real with you because all of this is physically making my bones hurt and I'm not even in my twenties," Suguru heaves a sigh. "You've got to be that fucking dense if you don't get that at all."

Suguru looks at you as if you've just murdered his precious 2-year-old Chinchilla named Tiana. You stare back at him with the same intensity.

"You and Shoko have been saying the most cryptic shit—Should I have assumed something?" You retort with a furrow of your eyebrows.

"Should you not have?" Geto doesn't want to be the one to relay whatever Satoru's thought process is but this just has to be one of the most blatant shit he could come up of. He thinks the problem is the fact that it's you.

(To be fair, Gojo's never serious about anything unless it's curses, sweets, or the photocard album collection he has of Huh Yunjin piling on his shelves.)

You throw your hands up in the air and make a series of wild gestures that Geto would’ve laughed at if it weren't for that vein almost popping out of your head.

"Damn, my bad if I didn't get the memo?" You claim with sarcasm, your shoulders are raised and your hands are too busy making circular motions and random movements just to make a point. Damn, Suguru's really trying not to laugh. "Should I have broken down every single writing process, thought, idea and symbolical allusions that these songs went through or something?"

"That's too much of an exaggeration but not technically," Suguru responds with a smile. "It's really just common sense."

A ding from your phone cuts off your conversation causing both of you to peer down at the screen of your phone perched on your knee.

You conversation with Gojo opens and a realization comes next.

You press on the link and immediately takes you to your Spotify. Your breath hitches.

"He sent me Must be Love," You blink slowly before glancing up at Suguru. "He sent me Laufey."

The two of you look at each other before your hand pulls up the live lyrics from below. Soon enough, you confirm your thoughts. Suguru purses his lips as he peers down at the song playing. He scrunches his nose. Oh my Lord, he's cringe.

Suguru repeats your words with a sigh. "He sent you Laufey."

+1 : Must be Love by Laufey

Finding Gojo was a piece of cake (No it's not).

The boy's always wandering about and Principal Yaga's complaints about his absences always left the three of you grappling at whatever possible evidence that might lead you to grabbing the collar of his shirt and dragging him back home.

It was a problem, sure, but it didn't take long with careful observation that Gojo always visits one or two sweet shops regularly when he's craving a cavity or his frequent quiet spots around campus that no one seems to even consider because everyone just assumes that the almighty six eyes user will not subject himself to the cramped and dusty space just to stream and vote on Mnet.

This time, it was easy—too easy that he's actually just in his room because it only took him one glance from Shoko staring into his soul as he tried to sneak out again for him to go back into his room with his tail tucked between his legs.

So yes, you think it's a piece of cake (It's not).

"Do you like me?"

You barged into his room, and marched up to the foot of his bed as he screamed like a little girl with you glaring down at him. He pulls his covers up to cover him even though he's fully clothed. It would be funny if you weren't fuming right now.

"What the fuck?! Privacy?!"

"Yeah, whatever," You roll your eyes before shoving him your phone with the playlist on screen. "Do you like me? Answer the question."

Satoru looks at you with wide eyes and disheveled hair as he peers down at your phone then back at you.

"Can this wait? I still have to watch another episode of Leniverse—"

"Wait, my ass," You snarl as you push him back flat on his bed causing him to squeak before climbing in and encasing him with your leg on each side of his hip and your arms beside his head. You peer down at his terrified eyes but flushed cheeks with a determined look on your face. "Did you hear me complain about you playing me Super Shy the other day? Or fucking Signal?"

"What's wrong with New Jeans?"

"Nothing's wrong with them, it's you who's fucking weird," Your fingers grip the sheets as your breath falters. "Sending me songs as if I'd get that shit."

"... I did say it reminded me of you ..."

"No shit, Sherlock? you think I'd waste the time to assume things?" You deadpanned. Your cheeks flush as you look down at him with pursed lips. "Say it."

His eyes glance at the expanse of your face, admiring your soft little imperfections before raising his hand to move the hair blocking the light from your face. There's a moment of silence before he smiles at you.

"Hey," He starts off light and cups your cheek. "Look, I'm just gonna make this simple for you. You've got two choices—"

There's a certain familiarity with the way he's trying to normally recite the words. You furrow your eyebrows at him. "Are you ... Are you reciting Mina's intro?"

Gojo flashes you an uneasy grin before closing his eyes as he hits his head back against the pillow in frustration. "I didn't expect to confess today. Give me a break."

"So you resorted to that?"

"You didn't exactly give me a chance did you?!" He complains, tone raising defensively. "Acting like you own the fucking room— Which you don't by the way! I'd have you know that my family funded this dormitory so technically I own it. You can't barge in like that! What if I was naked? Or masturbating? Or worse, looking at my Mark Lee pc collection?!"

"I'm not sure as to what the basis is when it comes to ranking those things from least to worst but—"

"Ah Ah Ah!" He sticks his palm against your mouth causing you to be cut off from your response. He continues off on a tangent. "I'm not done! You also so blatantly mounted me at my most vulnerable moment and didn't even let me speak when you tried to interrogate me about my feelings. What if I suddenly just kissed you if I succumbed to my raging hormones!?"

You stare, deadpan as he continues to ramble off.

"After all the work I did," He whines. "The songs! The careful deliberation—"

You tug off his hand with a harsh pull. "There was no careful deliberation with sending those songs because you just fucking sent them for no reason at all!"

"What do you mean?! They all have one thing in common! I told you it reminded me of you!" He argues back. You're both shouting and arguing at each other whilst still in that damned position and you both could care less with it when this is happening.

"You weren't exactly specific, were you?! How the hell am I to even perceive that when I don't know what I'm looking for?!"

"It's right in your face, Y/N!" Gojo exclaims. "All of them are about love. All of them are about liking someone. I can't stress it enough that I basically just sent them to you in different fucking fonts."

You gape at him from your position above as his face completely submerges in a sea of red.

"My bad for being so fucking cheesy! Don't give me that look because Suguru told me he cringed to oblivion when he heard Love Lee. My mental capacity is at an all-time low right now so my shitty ass K-POP playlist will have to do." He delivers one last chance to defend his dignity before letting out a defeated sigh. "So yes, I do like you. Happy?"

There's a pause of silence as you look down at him with a steady gaze. You were already aware of it the moment this idiot delved into your side of music. Sure, you had half a mind to at least understand why he was doing it in the first place but Gojo was skilled in being Gojo. In being himself.

Serious in certain things but not all. Arrogant, selfishly unselfish, and just outright an asshole in a good way. You're not really sure how to assume things when there weren't any reassurance that you could in the first place.

He was too good in being a friend and now as he peers up at you through his beautiful white lashes with the nervous flush on his cheeks, you're suddenly sure about something else.

"If you're not going to say something, can I please just watch Leniverse and wallow in miser—"

"Shut up, Satoru," You whisper as you lean down on your elbows and press your lips into his. He lets out a shaky gasp at the feeling of your lips against his. He responds with ease, encasing you in his arms as he pulls you down to completely rest your weight on top of him. Your hands make way to cup his cheeks as you kiss him deeper with a tilt of your head. He follows your lead quietly before softly pulling away at the slight loss of breath.

You two look at each other with a certain daze in your eyes from the kiss, gaze darting back and forth from your eyes to your lips. He licks his lips (your eyes carefully following the motion).

"You're an idiot, y'know that?" You cut the silence off with a tender smile on your lips as you rest your chin on his chest. "You could've just told me you liked me like y'know, a normal human being?"

Satoru rolls his eyes with a grin. "I'm not exactly normal, am I?"

You nod with careful consideration. "You have a point."

There's a pause of comfortable silence as the two of you gaze at each others eyes before Satoru feels for his phone under the covers. You watch him as you lay your head on his chest, watching as he pulls up his playlist and begins to play the last song he sent you.

Laufey's vocals soon echo in his room and the soft sounds of the guitar accompaniment creates a mellow vibe between the two of you.

"Thank you," You whisper, reaching up to place a chast kiss on his lips. He smiles at the peck of your lips. "I did love it. If it's not obvious enough, I do like you too."

Gojo chuckles with glee as he pulls you to rest beside him in his arms.

"Okay, enough of that. Let's make out now." He pulls you close with a pucker of his lips. You angle your head back away from his assault with a laugh pouring from your lips.

"Stop it!"

"Fuck wait, gotta set the mood—"

"What are you— Why the fuck are you playing White Tee—?! Get off Satoru or I will body slam you into wet concrete. I swear to God—"

"What if?"

"You're sick in the head."

"Thanks, I call it love."

a/n: I was gojo in this and i often sent my ex random ass songs with no context at all and she'd always be like ? HAHA we're just friends now and I still send her stuff and now she knows to put it in a playlist whenever I do it <3 neways hope yall enjoyed this. first time writing Gojo! so mb if it was a lil ooc, had to just get it off my chest and project through his character. teehee. also the playlist serves as actual part of the story! yall can imagine its gojo who curated it for u hehe. have a great week ahead yall!

update: someone sent me who i'd think gojo's ult group is,,, if it isnt obvious from the fic its lesserafim 🫶🫶 he's an avid huh yunjin pc collector but he also listens to other groups like girls' generation, IU, and a sprinkle of nct bc noise core is somehow so like him 😁☝️‼️

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fleet-of-fiction · 3 months

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Jake Kiszka // Female Reader

Summary: Jake's time off is driving you crazy. You still have to work from home and he's demanding your attention. During an important phone call, he decides to take matters into his own hands. And mouth.

A/N: Enjoy this smutty little blurb I've been rolling around in my mouth for a few weeks. It's slightly self indulgent. But certainly a little something I felt needed to be shared.

Warnings: Oral sex f. Fingering. Edging. Dirty talk. Deprivation.

He was bored. Lingering in the space where you'd tried to close the door and he'd caught it, a look of boyish indignation on his face that let you know he wasn't about to let you get any work done.

"If the shoe was on the other foot..." You sighed. "And I disturbed you like this in the studio, you'd be furious."

There wasn't any desire to reject his playful insistence that you pay him some attention. There was nothing more that you wanted than to close your inbox and switch your phone off. To go downstairs with him and get settled on the couch with a glass of wine and let him delicately work his way up your body as you tried to watch a movie.

But deadlines were sat there, making your heart sink and your patience wear ever increasingly more thin. Never more so than when your love was home. His guitar case closed, the need to satisfy weeks of salacious messages exchanged from the tour bus and hotel rooms.

"Furiously turned on." He replied, flashing you a grin that sent flutters down from your stomach into the ebb of your aching core.

"Jake." You moaned, "Go and find something else to do."

You knew he wouldn't. You knew he would continue to watch you type out irrelevant e-mails and feel the mounting arousal in his gaze as you simmered under a barely there thong and t-shirt. Inappropriate to wear in an office, but a sight for sore eyes as you sat at the little desk in the corner of the house.

"There's nothing else I want to do in this house, than you." He complained, adorning the most rage inducing pout you'd ever seen.

You considered setting aside your tasks. To let him fawn over you a little while. Let him have a taste of everything he had missed, just enough to slake his need. To make him less deprived. There was mischief in his eyes and you could never squander the opportunity to see what his boredom could conjure.

"Give me five minutes." You gave in, rolling your eyes playfully but knowing his triumph would bring you to a valiant end.

He tilted his chin. Let the corners of his mouth turn upward. Smug. Like you'd put up a genuine fight. Basking in the glory of his defeat of your intention to continue working. And you would have let him have it, were it not for the tiny little name flashing up on your screen moments later.

Your boss. A name which never usually invoked much of a reaction, but as your attention began to wander it felt as if you could have slipped your phone underneath the pile of paperwork you were yet to complete and simply ignore it.

Jake watched closely to see what you would do. Shaking his head slowly as you swiped your thumb across the screen and mouthed a pathetic 'sorry' as you took the call.

That was your first mistake. To think that he would simply honour your decision to derail his mounting desire. The second was to think that he wouldn't continue in his quest to pull you away from your work load.

"I'm looking at that file right now." You said, spinning your chair around to face the computer, Jake's reflection sitting behind the ceaseless words and numbers you needed to make sense of. "No, there doesn't appear to be any anomalies. But I can double check the numbers for you and get them back to you in the next hour."

No sooner had you made that promise, you felt your chair being spun back around. Jake, on his knees, a serious expression etched on his face as he silently pleaded with you to let him have his way.

"Yes, of course." You continued, holding the phone to your ear whilst widening your eyes. "If all the files need checking I can oversee that for you."

You let your boss speak about numbers and figures. Checking and double checking files. The monotonous drone of their voice fading away as you felt the lace edge of your thong slide down your thighs. Jake, without any regard for what your boss might hear, spread your legs and licked his lips at the sight of it.

"Yes, I'm still here." You tried to focus, almost audibly moaning at the sensation of his hands moving your thighs apart. "Sorry, can you repeat that?"

He was evil for this. The daring glint in his eye as he looked up at you. The sensation of his hair as it brushed against your inner thigh. All the ways in which he brought you back to him, even as you tried to keep your focus elsewhere. He knew the battle for your attention was one that he would always win, but he enjoyed the fight. And you were powerless to stop him. Resolve dissolving as you gripped the phone a little tighter.

You let him lean you back into the arms of the office chair. Raising your knees, letting them fall open as he sank into the gravitational pull of your throbbing pussy.

"Mmmm'hmmm." You hummed, perhaps in agreeance with something your boss said, but mostly at the brush of Jake's tongue as it swept across your outer lips.

The fragility of your voice was going to be the thing which gave you away. The gentle laps of his mouth as it licked the length of your slit, causing you to arch your spine where you sat, would be your undoing.

"Of course." You carried on, trying to keep your voice steady. "I think those were the files I sent over to you last week... Yes, in the blue...folder."

You caught a look of pure unadulterated satisfaction in the way he almost made you unravel. Using two calloused finger tips to open you up even wider. Holding your pussy lips apart, he set his mouth against your swollen clit. Padding the flat of his tongue against it, causing the nerves to awaken and send a flood of arousal to every muscle and sinew in your body. All your joints became loose, and you almost dropped the phone.

"I'll have to draft up some templates." You felt ridiculous, speaking of such ordinary things whilst you were being subjected to a depraved act of sexual rebellion.

He was practically drinking from you as he pressed his nose up against your mound. Letting his mouth take all of you in. Sucking in your lips so that his tongue could reach your entrance. Feeling the sudden rush of blood to your head as his tongue ventured inside.

Your head fell back as he probed you with it. The all consuming need to take a fist of his hair and moan at the way he took you there like that had you tempted to hang up.

"No, I can get that done for you by Friday." You assured, inwardly begging and pleading for the conversation to end.

When he came up to catch his breath, you were smothered across the lower half of his face. Mouth and chin saturated in pussy juice as he ran a palm over the whisks of facial hair that glistened. He stared at you with half closed lids, like he was lost to his arousal and didn't see the phone in your hand anymore.

"Keep talking, baby." He whispered, gathering your t-shirt in a closed fist, pulling you towards his sticky mouth.

There was no doubt in your mind that the kiss would travel down the airwaves. The sound your throat made as his mouth made contact. The uncontrollable whimper that was breathy and almost silent, but not quite. The sound of his tongue as it travelled against yours, the taste of what he'd swallowed now in your mouth as you tried to hold yourself steady against the ramblings going on at the other end of the receiver.

And then the inevitable question came. Is everything alright over there? As if you could tear yourself away from his sweet breath. You kept your tongue in his mouth far longer than you'd anticipated. And when the response came, it was almost met with suspicion.

"Yes." You replied swiftly, feeling foolish for being so reckless. "Everything's fine. My apologies, what was it you were saying about the new deadline?"

He almost fell to laughter. Seeing the crimson in your cheeks and the heavy flush in the flesh at your throat. Positively wrecked by his assault. And nowhere near to being done with it.

The blurred lines between decency were ruined. All you could do was submit. Your chest heaving in shallow breaths as he lingered at your mouth with his parted slightly. Not kissing, but savouring the way your lips were a little swollen from the pressure of his mouth against them.

"Mute them." He instructed, "They don't want to hear this."

You swallowed thickly. Swiping over the little mic icon until it was crossed out. Your boss carried on talking, little musings that required no response but information you no doubt needed in order to get the next lot of projects done.

"Whatever it is you're planning on doing, do it quickly." You urged, letting him slide the phone out of your hand and place it screen down on the pile of unfinished paperwork.

"Hold on tight." He said, causing you to grip the arms of the chair in trepidation.

Pushing the hem of your t-shirt up, he exposed your breasts and rose on his knees to meet them. His body pressed up against you, warm and tender. He wasted no time in taking what he wanted. Sucking your nipple violently into his mouth as he penetrated you with two of the most delicious fingers.

And then you knew why he'd wanted that conversation muted. The sound of your wetness pounding against his knuckles was utterly pornographic. Teeth bore down into your flesh as you threw your head back and you began panting wildly at the way he punched into you. Flecks of pussy juice flicked onto your thighs, spreading up his forearm as he fucked into you with his hand.

Your entire body was shaking with the onslaught. The chair practically ready to fall back as he curled his fingers inside you and applied the most delicious pressure on those places he loved to tease the most. You couldn't breathe. Your legs felt entirely weak. Your senses heightened.

"Taking phone calls when you've promised to fuck me." He admonished, bringing his mouth to your ear as your breasts bounced against his chest. "I'm gonna teach you never to make promises like that, baby."

You loved how he made you a sloppy mess. Looking into your eyes as he vigorously forced his fingers inside you as far as they would go. Watching your brow furrow and your jaw go slack, nose wrinkled in a look of absolute hedonistic pleasure. If this was a punishment, it didn't feel much like one.

"I'm gonna lose my job, baby..." You whimpered, letting him slow to a steady pace, his fingers sliding in and out as your pussy lips pulled against saturated knuckles. "I really....fuck...I have to get back to this call..."

You could see how worked up he was. A little edge of disappointment as you picked your phone back up, your boss still prattling on as if you'd been listening the entire time. You kept eye contact with him, listening to the way your pussy sounded now that he'd ruined it.

"That all sounds fine." You interjected, "I should probably go and get a head start on all of this."

Jakes thumb was rolling around your clit. Pulling back the hood, pressing down on it like it was a big red button that shouldn't be pressed. Begging to be detonated. Your breath still lingering on errant moans you didn't dare express.

"Yes..." You could feel his intention rise. "Yes, that all sounds do-able."

You needed to let go. To feel the fissures of your orgasm that was building more clearly. He'd call it legendary, the way he'd made you let him play with you while on this seemingly important interaction. He'd talk about it again and again when he wanted to remind you that you were his.

You were about to speak when his mouth returned to you. Sucking on your tongue as if to rob you of all the words you were meant to say. You could hear your boss on the other end of the phone, waiting for your response, one that you simply couldn't make whilst letting Jake wrap his lips around you. All you could do was gently murmur until he had his fill.

"Anything you need." You said breathlessly, to your boss...to Jake. "I'm gonna go ahead and make a start on those files for you, ok?"

He slapped your pussy with the back of his hand as you came off the call. Causing you to squeal, a high pitched whine of delight.

"Oh, no..." He shook his head. "You think just because you hung up that you get to cum now, is that it?"

You would have begged. But it would have been futile.

"Stand up." He ordered, bringing you to your feet. "Palms on the desk."

The torturous beat of his ministrations continued. Thighs parted as you leaned against the array of work left undone. He fell to his knees again and licked endless stripes up from your pussy into the valley of your ass. Pressing his mouth into the moisture there. Making your begs come out in painful moans. Not in words, but in restrained little moans that did nothing to help your cause.

"You ready for my cock?" He asked, sliding a solitary fingertip down the path of where his tongue had been.

The way your head moved up and down, humming your need as the word yes spilled out... you felt the incomparable rage of your phone vibrating again.

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kairiscorner · 10 months

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dang it i just got another little drabble

a late call on a stormy night with miggy.

imagine calling miguel in the middle of the night when it's raining, when you should be asleep, when you should be catching up on all the nights you should've been resting when instead all you've done was stay up and carry the multiverse on your shoulders along with him.

you know you should be sleeping, you know your body would thank you so damn much right now for falling asleep, maybe for days on end and just think of nothing. but you're not. you're wide awake because of the thunder clapping in the distance, the flashes of lightning that strike through the sky and evoke for your eyelids to fly open and forget your need to sleep.

rainy nights are wonderful to listen to, but stormy nights are the pits.

you sighed as you rubbed your eyes with your palms, wishing that the overwhelming sounds and sights would vanish as soon as they came; but unfortunately, the weather gave no sign of relenting, and you gave no sign of wanting to sleep any time soon.

you sat up in your bed, feeling like absolute crap since it's been days since your last full cycle of sleep. you ran on nothing but energy bars, instant coffee, and general workaholism. you sighed as you got up and checked your phone for the latest weather forecast, trying to distract yourself from the rain pouring outside your window and from the roaring of thunder outside.

you looked through your messages, nothing new there. but as soon as you were about to close your phone to try and regain some motivation to sleep, you received a notification from your colleague, miguel o'hara. you grumbled as you opened the conversation, hoping with all your might that he wouldn't unreasonably summon you to HQ to handle some technical problems yet again.

as soon as you opened the conversation, all you were greeted with was a singular, "are you up right now?"

you blinked in confusion, but you felt obliged to reply. "ye, wsp?" you messaged. you weren't scared of casually messaging miguel like that, unliked everyone else, you were the only one he had more casual talks with, someone he actually found comfort and fun in talking to, which was incredibly rare for the man since all he thought of was the fate of the multiverse or something.

"can we talk? like, right now." he messaged back. "but arent we talking rn" you were in the middle of typing, when all of a sudden, the screen changed from your messages with him to the screen of a call from him coming on your phone. you nearly jumped at the abrupt transition, but you bore it anyway. you clicked the accept button on the call, and you saw your own face being lit up solely by the blue light being emitted from your phone on your screen, and his end being... just his ceiling.

"uh, did you call me, or did a ghost do it for you?" you joked. "ay, mierda, sorry." miguel said hastily as he soon picked up the phone, and in a flash, you went from looking up at his boring, beige ceiling, to suddenly seeing his sculpted, tanned face; seeing up close his left hazelnut brown eye and a furrowed eyebrow. "guess i accidentally clicked the call button, sorry." he cleared up as he angled the camera to his face properly, a sign he didn't want to end the call right then and there.

you smiled as you saw him. "looking good, o'hara, for a half-asleep mess of a man." you remarked, to which he rolled his eyes, unamused. "haha, thanks." he said as he cracked a small smile as he looked away from the camera for a second. "did you get any sleep?" you asked as the thunder clapped yet again in the distance, causing you to shake a little.

he shook his head. "got too much to think about to sleep." he admitted as he looked at your shaken figure. "you okay?" he asked as he heard the rumbling of the thunder in the distance. "oh, i suppose not." he muttered as he looked at you, who got back into bed and curled up under the covers.

miguel looked at you with some form of sympathy in his eyes. "do you... want me to, oh nevermind." he put down his suggestion as he turned away, about to head back into bed himself and end the call. "to what?" you pressed him as he was about to drop the call. his finger hovered over the end call button, but he soon pulled it back and looked at you for a few seconds before he continued his thought. "would you like me to... talk to you for the night?" he suggested as he looked at you, your eyes looking back at his own, which made him look away for a little to compose himself.

"i, um... i know how much you hate the sound of thunder and the sudden flashes of lightning, i hate them, too." he admitted as he looked away from you still, trying to get to the point of what he was trying to tell you. "and, um... the way i get through them when it rains that bad here is by talking to lyla, but i remembered you don't have anyone like her, so... here i am, talking to you right now, and, uh... yeah." he mumbled.

you slowly smiled at each and every word he uttered, it made you feel like you weren't alone that night, even if you two were worlds apart, and living alone in your own homes. you nodded. "how charming." you said with a slight chuckle as you set up your phone directly across from your face as you snuggled up in your bed as the rain kept pouring and hammering down your windows and roof. "talk to me." you told him in a gentle voice as he looked at you finally and chuckled himself.

"alright..." he began as he initiated some small talk with you, which, as the long hours of the night went on, became long-winded conversations you two had almost all the time when you two were together in person. you two laughed, smiled, frowned a little, and comforted each other as the rain got louder at times, as the thunder clapped, and as the lightning striked.

"i'm so glad..." you trailed off as you yawned and miguel smiled a little seeing your yawning face. "...you were the one i could talk to tonight." you admitted to him with a grin on your face. "hey, same here." he said as he looked into your eyes from across the screen. you two didn't end the call there, however, you two kept talking to each other for a longer while throughout the night; seeming as though the night was the only time you two were truly active, truly yourselves.

the morning came not long after, and you woke up, having only remembered a few bits of the conversations you had late at night. it was pretty fuzzy, seeing as how you were sleep deprived for a week and could barely sleep due to the damned storm. you sighed as you sat up in bed, content with having at least a few hours of unbothered rest.

but soon, you jolted up in your bed to hear a guttural snore next to you. you looked around you, of course no one else was next to you physically, your bed was too small for it, plus you lived alone. then who was...? you turned around and found your phone, barely hanging on to its last percentage of battery, with miguel's sleeping face on there; him snoring loudly all the while as he mumbled your name in his sleep.

you chuckled. "good morning, miggy." you greeted him, to which miguel found himself waking up to. "hang on, i wanna talk to y... oh." he said in a groggy voice as he saw your face on his screen, with bed head and a sweet smile. "shit, how long's this been on?" he asked with a chuckle. "probably for hours." you pointed out.

he sat up in bed and turned to look at your face in the screen. "you look... pretty." he remarked as he brought his phone closer to his face. "so do you." you said in a sleepy voice. "can we, um... do what we did last night every night?" he asked in a sleepy, yet hopeful voice. "if you're up for it." you teased. "i'm always up for seeing you the moment i sleep to the moment i wake up." he admitted with a sma blush on his face. "always." he repeated as his face disappeared from your screen, with a black screen replacing him in his wake. you sighed but smiled as well, knowing you'd see him today.

"guess i'm grateful for the thunder and lightning at least once in my life."

a/n: I LOVE HIM SOSOSOSOOSOSSOSOOSO MUCH

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @luvstarrstruck

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oliveisme533 · 2 months

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My dad’s neighbor is a dilf

Chapter 4

Joel Miller x You

Summery: You had decided to spend your summer in Austin with your dad. You used to spend almost every summer there, but hadn't spent a summer there since you were a teenager. Which means you hadn't seen a certain Joel Miller in years..

Warnings: abusive ex is back. Verbal abuse and physical violence (not against reader)

You roll over in your bed with a groan and stretch your arms. Grabbing your phone you check the time 10:03. Early for you. You decide to hop in the shower before your dad can ask you to help pick up fallen branches in the yard from last nights storm. You let the scolding water hit your body and you draw in a deep breath. Tomorrow was Monday which meant your dad would be back to work and you wouldn't have anyone to talk to or hang out with until 5 o'clock. Rinsing the soap from your face you contemplated just what to do with tomorrow, in fact you were beginning to wonder how to make use of your summer in general. The last couple weeks of doing nothing had been a much needed reprieve from your busy life, but you were starting to get a little stir crazy. You turned off the water, still deep in thought when you heard your phone buzzing. You tiptoed over to your bedside table and saw Joel's name lighting up the screen. "Why is he calling me?" You pick up the phone ...

Hello Hey sweetheart didn't wake ya did I? No no I've been up...for a few minutes (Joel chuckled) Well hey listen, one of my coworkers was looking for a sitter for tonight. He and the Misses are going out and their regular girl can't make it. Any interest in an easy job for the night? Oh yeah I can definitely do that. God know I've got nothing else going on. Okay I'll send you the info! Thanks darlin'

Obviously he wasn't calling just because he wanted to chat with you. It was a stupid thing to even hope for. The rest of the day went by relatively slowly, but when 6 o'clock rolled around you put some snacks in your back pack, a phone charger, and a book you had been trying to finish for several weeks now. The babysitting was easy. It was one kid, she was four years old and for the most part did whatever you asked. The parents told you they would be out late so when 11:45 rolled around you weren't surprised they hadn't come home yet. The house was quiet...too quiet. You never much liked this part of being a baby sitter. It was different when you did it for Sarah. The millers house was always warm and full of life. Those nights when Joel did get home a little later you felt safe curling up in on his couch with the TV on. Most of the times you would fall asleep like that and Joel would drive you home the next day after making you and Sarah breakfast. You smile at the memory. The sounds of the house settling are enough to snap you from this daydream down memory lane. "Fuck I really don't like this huge, quiet house. What if I call someone to keep me company. Dad will be asleep, so would mom and my sister. I bet Joel Miller is awake..." you stare at your phone and contemplate this next move. "Fuck it" you mutter and tape his name. The phone only rings a couple of times before you hear Joel's husky voice. A twinge of guilt shoots through you as you fear you've woken him up.

Hello? Everything okay? Hey, yeah I'm so sorry did I wake you? I was just restin' my eyes that's all. I ain't in bed yet. Well I just- I really don't like being in these houses all by myself. It sounds stupid but it's kinda scary I guess. 'S not stupid. You want someone to talk to-keep ya company? Yeah... and I figured you'd be awake still, but I guess I figured wrong You're all right honey, I really don't mind. I needed to get off this couch and sleep in my bed any how. But how 'bout you tell me about your day? My day was pretty boring honestly. I played with the cat, ate some ice cream and watched TV Wat'd ya watch? Love island What in the hell is that?

You laughed and proceeded to tell him all about the show. A little while passed and then you heard the lock click and knew the parents were home. You told Joel you had to go to which he responded "alright let me know when you get home safe. Can call me if you want." Back home you pondered whether or not you should call Joel. It was late and you were feeling tired, but you wanted to talk to him. After slipping into your pajamas you felt like you could hardly stay awake much longer, but you were determined to take advantage of this invitation from Joel to call him. So you tapped his name and watched the phone ring. You put it to your ear and your heart sank with each unanswered ring. When it went to voicemail you resolved that he had likely fallen asleep and you decided to do the same.

The next day you woke up early (ish) at 9:00. Your dad had already left for work. You roll over in your bed to check your phone and your heart pounds.

Missed call from Joel Miller 36m ago

You're hoping he's not at work yet and call him back quickly. "Hey sweetheart" he picks up within a few rings. "Sorry I missed your call last night. I ended up falling asleep and didn't hear the phone." It was so nice to hear his voice first thing in the morning. "Oh you don't need to apologize. I didn't really need anything, I just like talking to you" you could almost hear Joel grin as he said "well I like talkin' to you too sugar" you had walked down to your kitchen to put on a pot of coffee at this point when you say "hey why aren't you at work?" "Waitin for some parts to come in for this current job. Until they do there's nothin else I can really do. But the parts are supposed to be here by noon... so I'll get my ass to work in a couple hours" you notice a note taped to the fridge as Joel finishes saying all this. "I completely forget" you mutter to yourself, but apparently Joel hears. "What'd you forget?" "My dad left me a note reminding me that he's gone on a business trip and won't be back until Thursday." "Oh that's right. Your dad did mention that. Told me to keep an eye out for ya." "Did he really? "Yeah I mean you're going to be by yourself in that big house for almost 3 days" "I'm a grown ass woman though!" Joel chuckled. "No ones sayin you ain't, darlin. Dads worry and that don't change from when you're 5 or when you're 25" "I guess that's fair enough" you shrug. "I should get my day started here... might go on a run and catch up on laundry" "Well if you need anything the next couple of days just hollar" You hang up the phone with brief goodbyes and run your fingers through your tangled bed head. You groan as you massage your temple. "What the fuck am I doing?? I'm catching feelings for Joel fucking Miller. What's worse is that I'm flirting with him too"

Against your better judgement you decide to text Joel later in the day Hey what time you get off tonight? I should be wrapping up by 7...Why? You want to swing by for dinner? Nothing fancy. I'm just bored and I don't love being here alone in the evenings for long periods of time lol. Well I ain't gonna turn you down for some dinner. I'll see you at 7:30. Can I pick anything up at the store for ya on my way there? Well if you're offering... maybe some ice cream? And a bottle of rosè You got it

The rest of the day went by slowly. 7:30 couldn't get here fast enough. You were hoping for something to happen tonight with Joel, but you weren't sure what that would be. You hadn't decided if the lingering glances from him were just something you were imagining or actually happening. Around 6:30 you decide to hope in the shower and of course shave...because you never know right? After your shower you settle on wearing a simple, linen dress that's super comfortable and not all that fancy. At exactly 7:30 you hear the doorbell ring. You jump off the sofa to answer it, your heart in your throat. But when you open the door, you're afraid you might be sick. It's not Joel Miller who stands there, but your toxic ex boyfriend ...Ben.

"What the fuck are you doing? You need to leave" Ben smirks. "Aren't you a delight. I just wanted to talk to you, and since you've block my number I had to take matters into my hands." Your heart was racing. Ben had never shown any physical violence against you, but you didn't know what he was capable and you didn't want to find out. "I thought I made myself really fucking clear that we are over" you said with a shaky voice. "Baby I just don't think you get to make that call. I mean I've done so much to make this relationship work. You can't just throw all that away. You know you're never going to find another guy who puts up with your shit." That was it. Something in you snapped. Something that had been brewing for literally years was about to come out. "No fuck you!" You shoved him in the chest with both palms and he stumbled back just a step, caught off guard by your motion. "Screw you! I don't need a guy to put up with anything about me, you asshole. You act like you're some fucking hero for tolerating the fact that I struggle with my mental health and stuff!" Ben was fuming now. You had never laid hands on him and you could tell the shove had lit something inside him too. "You have issues you know that?! You have fucking issues in your head!" He screamed at you getting up in your face and grabbing your arms tightly, pinning them to your sides. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Joel's truck coming down the street and pulling into your drive way. Ben was now shaking you and yelling "YOU'RE SUCH A BITCH.." he didn't get to finish his sentence because a firm hand grabbed him by the shoulder and yanked him backwards.

If looks could kill...you had never seen such an expression on Joel. He looked like he could tear Ben to pieces right then and there, yet he maintained a calm composure. "I suggest you get the fuck off this porch and don't come back, son" Joel said in a low voice. Ben scoffed. "Get out of here, old man. This ain't your business" Ben spat. "Son, we can do this the easy way or the hard way." Ben let his head fall back and let out a chuckle that sent a chill down your spine. "Is that so?" Without warning Ben threw a punch and Joel and narrowly missed "Ben!" You shrieked. Ben straightened up sent another punch. Joel grabbed his wrist, mid punch and yanked him in close. Joel towered over him. "Do not make me repeat myself again. I said get the fuck off this porch, or things will get ugly." At this Joel shoved Ben forcefully away, causing him to stumble backwards. Ben still looked angry, but now there was a hint of fear in his eyes too. He gave you one last glare and then jogged back to his car.

As soon as Ben's car sped off. Joel sun around. "Are you okay??" He asked, grabbing your face in his hands. "Um yeah" you managed to squeak. "I mean that fucking scared me tho." Joel looked like he might be sick. "I am so sorry wasn't here at 7:30. If I got here on time- " "Joel come on you don't need to do that. It's not like either of us had any idea Ben would show up here. I'm glad you came when you did though." Joel massaged the bridge of his nose. He looked stressed and was probably imaging what would have happened if he didn't show up at all. He shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut as if trying to rid himself of the notion. "Joel look at me I'm fine!" You said pulling his hand away from his face. Joel took your hand in his and stroked it with his thumb. "Okay" he said softly. "Did you get my ice cream?" You said trying to change the subject. A smile tugged at his mouth. "Yeah I did, baby"

You had made spaghetti for dinner, about one of the only dishes you were confident in preparing. You and Joel sat at the table in silence and you watched as he pushed his food around. "I'm sorry I'm not a chef...if you want we could just order a pizza?" You suggested. Joel looked up at you seemingly caught off guard. "No no no it's not that! The meal is delicious. I guess I just don't have an appetite. That's all." You pushed back from the table and the chair scraping against the hardwood made Joel jump slightly. "Baby I didn't mean to offend you it's just" you laughed as you reached for the shelf above the stove "Joel I'm not mad I'm just looking for something." Joel slowly walked towards where you were balancing on a stool trying to get the top door of the cabinet open. "Um...what's that?" You grunted as you finally got hold of what it was you were looking for. "My dad's red wine. It's gross too me, but he always says red wine gives you an appetite." You hopped off the stool and thrust the bottle into his chest. "Where's the wine you got me? I would like to get into that like asap." Before waiting for a response you went into the other room where the grocery bag still sat with the ice cream and wine and dug out the bottle. You hastily removed the top and began drinking. "Y/n...slow down what are you doing?" You removed the bottle from your lips and wiped your mouth. "What does it look like I'm doing?" Joel's face was laced with concern. "Okay that's enough. I'm calling your dad, you can stay at mine until he gets home. I'm sure he'll book the first flight back when he hears.." you didn't let Joel finish. He had tried to grab the bottle from your hands "no, fuck off I'm a grown woman. I don't need you calling me dad to tell on me or whatever." Joel placed both hands in his hair and squeezed his head "sweetheart you're clearly not okay! And for good reason... will you just let me help you? I'm worried about you. This shit wasn't in any of the parenting books I read before Sarah.." "you're not my dad!" "No no I'm not saying that I just" ... "is that all this is? You want to fill the void of not having your daughter at home this summer. So you come over here to parent me because my dad's not here? I don't fucking need that Joel I don't want you to see me that way."

...to be continued

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aalyssah · 7 months

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Stood Us Up

Pairing: Cody Rhodes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Cursing, Face Fucking, Hair Pulling, Oral, (Cody Receiving), Praise, Pull Out, Unprotected Sex. Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 1,794

Summary: When you get stood up on a date, you meet another guy who's in the same situation, so y'all end up going on a date, and it leads to something more.

A/N: Another Cody smut! Hope You Enjoy!

It's been almost 30 minutes since you've arrived at the restaurant and no date has come.

You met a guy on Tinder and after almost 1 month of talking, y'all set up a date, but now that the day has come, he's nowhere to be seen.

You grumbled as a waitress came to you for the 3rd time, asking if you needed a table, but you kept saying you were waiting on someone.

It was embarrassing for you, but there was another guy sitting across from you, looking down at his watch every so often. Your phone dinged and you looked down, only for it to be a text from your supposed date.

Date: Sorry, I can't make it, my friends wanna hang out. Hope we can go out some other time!'

You groaned, throwing your head back. All this time, waiting almost an hour just for him not to show up. The man across from you noticed your reaction and saw tears brimming to your eyes.

"Uh ma'am, you okay?" You nodded your head, wiping your tears so it wouldn't mess up your makeup. "Yeah, my stupid date just stood me up!" You began getting up, grabbing your belongings when the man's phone dinged.

A muttered curse word came from his lips as he typed away on his phone. "Are you okay?" You asked him. He looked up at you with an annoyed expression.

"It looks like we're in the same boat cause my date just canceled on me, something about wanting to stay with her dog." You rolled your eyes at his date's excuse. "Why couldn't she tell you that before you got dressed?"

The man nodded his head. "Exactly." Your conversation was cut off when the waitress came back. "Excuse me, but my boss said if y'all don't get a table, we're gonna have to ask y'all to leave."

Your emotions grew sad at her words. "Yeah, I'll get going." You started to walk out, but were soon stopped by loud footsteps behind you. "Hey wait!" It was the man from earlier.

"Look, this might sound weird, but do you wanna go out with me? I mean, we're both single I assume, and we just got stood up." You thought about it for a moment.

You looked at him up and down, taking in his body. He was handsome, his blonde hair perfectly cut, bright smile, and a huge tattoo on his neck. "Sure, why not?"

The man smiled, holding his hand out. "My name's Cody." You shook his hand, his hold gentle. "Y/n." After your name introductions, he guided you back to the restaurant, and got a seat at a table.

The date went great surprisingly, you and Cody talking about many things. "So what do you do for work?" You asked, taking a sip of wine he ordered. "I'm a professional wrestler. I'm off this week after a huge ppv." You bit your lip, feeling a little out of place.

You were on a date with a wrestler, meanwhile you're just an average girl working a 9 to 5. "What about you?" You awkwardly chuckled.

"Nothing special, just work at a coffee shop, pretty boring, anyways, let's not talk about my boring self, let's talk about you Mr. Professional wrestler."

Cody's eyebrows furrowed at the way you talked about yourself. "You're not boring. I'm lucky to be on a date with such a beautiful woman like you." You blushed at his sweet talk. "You're too kind! I'm sure any girl would be lucky to be with you."

Cody watched your body language, indicating you wanted something more. "You keep talking like that, I might have to take you home with me." The joke was supposed to be innocent, but the look you gave him said it all.

"Check please!"

The check was paid off by Cody and you both scrambled out to the parking lot and into his car.

As he drove to his house, you couldn't help, but look at his juicy thighs and you could see the imprint of his cock.

You stretched your hand across, palming his bulge. Cody jumped, slamming on the gas a little too hard. "Woah, what are you doing?" You unbuckled his belt, forcing his pants down.

You looked up at him with a smile, jerking him off a little. "Just keep your eyes on the road." You leaned down and took him in your mouth, a breathy moan coming from Cody.

You bobbed your head up and down, taking him deep down your throat before coming back up. He stopped at a red light, taking a moment to grab your head and thrust his hips up, forcing his cock up and down your throat.

You gagged around him, spit leaking from the corners of your mouth. He let go once the light turned green, letting you have a moment to catch your breath. You went back down for round 2, getting fully engulfed in his taste.

You were so into him that you didn't realize you were already at his house. Cody adjusted himself slightly before getting out of the car. You followed after him, surprised at how beautiful his house looked.

The moment he opened the door he pushed you inside, pinning you to the wall. You both were in a sloppy kiss, as he picked you up under your thighs and carried you to his bedroom.

You smiled in the kiss, breaking it up. "You don't know how good you look." He kissed the nape of your neck, tugging at your dress.He helped you take it off, quickly groping your bra. He reached behind you and unclasped your bra, freeing your breast.

He was fast to take a nipple in his mouth while massaging the other, your hand coming to his blonde hair. Your nails scratched his scalp as you let out a satisfied sigh. It's been a long minute since you've felt this good.

He helped you to the bed, settling between your legs as you grinded against his leg. You pulled him up into a needy kiss, attempting to pull his suit pants down. Cody pulled back, with a laugh. "You that needy, can't wait to get my pants off?" You knew he was teasing, but he still managed to pull a blush out of you.

You smiled as you jerked his cock in your hand. "I see my 'work' in the car got you ready." Cody bucked his hips into your hand, slowly. "Well, when there's a hot girl sucking me off in my car, I can't help it." You playfully pushed him on his back, giggling as you crawled on top of him.

You squatted above him, carefully sinking down on his cock. Cody sat back with his hands behind his head, watching as you desperately bounced up and down on him. Your breast bouncing with every movement as you bit your lip, trying to quiet yourself down.

Cody must've not liked that because he thrusted up, the head of his cock almost hitting your cervix. "Don’t hold back, let me hear you." You let out a loud moan at the feeling.

You put so much force into your bounces, wanting to milk his cock dry. Every time you came up his cock was glistening from your juices. He rolled your nipples between his fingers, pinching at them.

You began to get tired which was noticed by Cody which made him stop you from bouncing. "You tired?" You nodded your head, letting him take control and tuck your head into his neck. He pounded up into you hard and fast, the loud sound of smacking noises taking over his room.

Your hand reached between your bodies, to rub your clit, but shockingly Cody swatted your hand away and replaced yours with his own.

It shocked you because every man you've slept with has never found your clit before.

Cody rubbed your clit, making your body break down. "Oh my god!" You fell limp against his body, cumming right on the spot. Cody continued thrusting in you, letting you come down from your high.

Just as you thought you were done, Cody quickly flipped you two over, putting you on all fours. You looked back at him with a confused expression, a smirk painted on his handsome face.

“I didn't get to cum. Don't be so selfish." He pushed back in you, groaning at your now tight feeling. He didn't waste time thrusting in you, his hips hitting your ass. Cody's hand came to your hair, pulling your head back to look at you.

He kissed your lips sloppily, not letting up his pace. He abruptly pulled back, pushing your head into the comfortable mattress and fucking you harder than before.

His hips hit your ass hard, the bed shaking from the force of his thrusts. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, curse words spewing from your lips. Cody let out grunts, almost warning you he was close.

You then remembered that y’all didn’t use a condom and that you weren’t on birth control. “O-outside, cum out-” Your sentence was cut off when Cody quickly pulled out, jerking himself off fast.

“Shit, get on your back." You laid on your back, looking up at him. Cody let out a few grunts while cumming, his white cum shooting on your stomach, chest, and even face.

It was so much, you would've thought he hadn't cum in months, maybe even years. Cody almost fell on top of you, but he moved out the way quickly, laying beside you as you caught your breath.

Cody turned to look at you, smiling when y'all made eye contact. "You're even more gorgeous after being fucked out." You rolled your eyes, pushing his head away. "I have an idea." You reached over to your purse that sat on the floor and grabbed your phone.

You unlocked it and went to the camera. "Take a picture of me with your cum, and make sure your cock is a little in the frame."

Cody gave you a surprise look, but followed your orders, taking the picture as you posed with a slurry expression, scooping some of his cum, and bringing it to your mouth.

After a few pictures, you picked out one and sent it to Cody. "Send it to your date with a teasing caption." Cody sent it to his while you sent it to yours with the caption:

'You blowed me off so I blowed another guy ;)'

You and Cody gave each other a small high five as he pulled you down to lay down. "Damn, I didn't know you were freaky like that." You only giggled at his words. "Well, they should've never stood us up."

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ilyasorokinn · 1 year

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(day seven) coming home for christmas , pyotr kochetkov

note, this fic is part of my christmas series called taylor's very merry christmas series. check out this masterlist for the rest of the series. another note, so, i don't want to offend anyone, but as we know, pyotr speaks russian, so everything in italics, image it's russian. it definitely won't be accurate because english and russian aren't the same, so if anyone wants to correct me, please do! pair, pyotr kochetkov x reader summary, y/n and pyotr were on opposite sides of the country and when pyotr heard y/n couldn’t get a flight home, he was heartbroken. what he didn’t know was his teammates had secretly gotten y/n a ticket home and planned to surprise him and she was, in fact, coming home. warnings, none word count, 962 words

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"You got your ticket?" Andrei asked from the other end of the line.

"Yes, you emailed it to me like two weeks ago." You laughed, "I'm fine. I got this."

"I know, I know. I'm just really excited."

"I can tell." You laughed, "And you're sure Pyotr is still oblivious?"

"He's still moping."

"Aw, poor baby." You frowned.

"But just think about his reaction." Andrei reminded you.

"I know." You sighed, imagining his face when he opens the door and sees you standing on the Staal's doorstep for their Christmas party.

"I gotta go, but I'll talk to you soon," Andrei told you.

"Okay, I'll see you soon." You smiled.

Leading up to the day you were set to leave your home and fly to Raleigh, you were trying your best to hide your excitement whenever you and Pyotr talked.

"So, what're you gonna do on Christmas since your not gonna be here with me?" He asked.

You did your best to hide your smile, "Nothing much. Watch some Christmas movies." You shrugged.

"Sounds boring." He pouted.

"When I come down, that's all we're gonna be doing. I don't care what you have to say." He pretended to be annoyed by that, but you knew he wouldn't complain.

"So, tell me, what're you gonna do for Christmas?"

"Besides missing you?"

You smiled, "Yes, besides that."

"Svechy is supposed to come over, so we're probably gonna chill for a bit."

"Sounds fun." You nodded along, "Well, listen, I don't want to hang up, but I know it's late for you right now cause it's late for me. So, go to sleep."

"No, I don't want to sleep." A lie. You knew that because right after he said that, he yawned.

You smiled, "Go to sleep." You repeated, "I'll call you when I'm getting ready tomorrow." You had a tradition where you would all him, whenever you weren't together, and you would get ready on FaceTime with him, so it was almost like you were getting ready together.

"You better." He playfully narrowed his eyes.

"I promise." His glare softened, "I love you."

"I love you, too."

As the day of your flight got closer, it became harder and harder to contain the secret, but you managed. The day before your flight, your friends helped you pack.

The next day, your friends dropped you off at the airport, giving you a pep talk and a big hug before sending you off. The entire flight, you were an anxious mess. You spent the flight rotating between watching movies, anxious-eating peanuts, and reading a book.

When you landed, you were greeted by Andrei waiting at baggage claim, with a sign with your name written on it in big letters. You rolled your eyes as you approached him, "Nice to see you, too." He joked.

"What's with the sign?" You asked as he pulled you into a hug.

"Well, you had to know where I was."

"I think a phone call would've sufficed." You pointed out.

"Yeah, but that would've been no fun." He shook his head as he watched you grab your suitcase on the spinny thing, "All right, the party starts in like 3 hours, but you can get ready at my place and I'll take you with me."

"Awh, how sweet." You cooed jokingly as you made your way out of the airport towards the parking lot.

Andrei drove you to the party and you hid all your stuff in the Staal's guest room and mingled with everyone, catching up with all the others while you waited for Pyotr to get there.

He was coming with one of the other guys and if there was one thing you learned about Pyotr early on, it was that he had a tendency to be late.

You were talking with one of the girls when you heard Pyotr's loud voice come through the door. Nykki smiled and took that as her sign to let you go.

You leaned against the wall, waiting for Pyotr to notice you. You saw a few others gather around too, phones out as they recorded the special moment.

Pyotr finally looked up from his conversation and noticed you and froze, like actually. You saw every muscle in his body stop as he stared at you, trying to decipher if you were real or not.

It took a couple of seconds for his brain to start up again, but when it did, his legs moved quickly over to you. He wrapped his arms around you, lifting you off the ground as he squeezed you tight.

"Liar!" He exclaimed, pulling away just so he could look into your eyes.

You laughed, "I'm sorry. I had to. But before you thank anyone, thank your teammates. They're the ones who bought my plane ticket and flew me out."

He looked over to his teammates, who had gathered in the entryway after hearing all the commotion, "Thank you." He smiled sincerely.

Later that night, you and Pyotr were cuddled up in his bed, tucked under a big comforter, "I mailed your gift to your house." He lifted his head from your chest.

"It's okay." You shook your head, "I'll open it when I get back."

He shook his head, "I don't want to think about you leaving."

"Well, you're stuck with me for the next week and a half." He squeezed you a little tighter at the reminder of your stay, "And guess what we're gonna do?"

"What?" He looked up at you.

"Watch crappy Christmas movies all day." You smiled.

"Fine." He rolled his eyes, "But I get to pick them."

"Your options might be a bit limited."

"We're fitting Elf in there somewhere."

"Deal." He laughed as you held your hand out, but shook it.

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adore-laur · 5 months

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PITCHER’S PROMISE

— a valentine’s day addition to southpaw 💐

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Video games have officially become the bane of Sawyer's existence. Over the edge of the porcelain bathtub, her cramped fingers rapidly click a series of buttons on her boyfriend's Game Boy console. She's in the midst of fighting an enemy because, God forbid, they're trying to destroy the ghoul realm.

If she's being honest, nothing about what's happening on the tiny, pixelated screen makes any sense to her, but she's been trying to beat this level for the past hour, and she hates that it's too addictive to put down. Harry had left it behind for her in case she got unbearably bored and resorted to picking out one of his many cartridges so she could immerse herself in a different reality. Well, that's precisely what occurred.

She hasn't seen him in nine days due to a national baseball tour he's on, and she's been awfully lonely. She lives with her parents, but most of the time, she just wants Harry's company.

However, the hole in her heart is temporarily filled whenever he calls her landline or office's fax number, depending on where she is. Still, not seeing his face except on the low-quality television in her bedroom is slowly taking a toll on her sanity.

Not only that, but it's ten o'clock at night on Valentine's Day, and she's stuck at home with no one to celebrate it with.

Sighing defeatedly, Sawyer shuts the console off in the middle of her losing battle and gently sets it on the floor beside the tub. She sinks in the lukewarm water, letting the soap bubbles tickle her chin as two candles flicker beside her. They're orange and vanilla scented, a trick to make it seem like summertime.

Just as she's about to shut her eyes to rest, the monophonic ringtone of her Nokia phone goes off from atop the sink. She contemplates whether she has enough energy to go grab it. No, she's too comfortable. But then again, it could be an emergency.

With a huff, she heaves herself out of the tub and sacrifices her warmth to whoever is calling. She leaves puddles in her path as she reaches the sink and picks up the ringing device. On her way back, she checks the number on the screen. The familiar ten digits instantly cause rapturous butterflies to escape in her stomach, and she eagerly holds the phone against her ear.

"Sunray," she answers, a delighted smile evident in her tone as she submerges her body in the water again. "I was getting worried you wouldn't call."

"Baby." Harry sounds relieved that she picked up, but his voice is terribly worn out due to traveling nonstop. Scratchily and with strain, he asks, "Did I wake you? How have you been sleeping?"

Sawyer cradles her burning cheek and giddily tucks her knees against her chest. "No, I'm taking a bath," she replies softly. "Harry, hi. I miss you so much. It's hard to fall asleep when you're not here to hold me."

He makes a wounded noise, something similar to a whimper. "Fuck, that's a knife to my heart. How's my girl? I miss your pretty face. Hey, guess what? I had a dream about you last night. We were giggling and making out on the beach."

"Did you wake up kissing your pillow?"

"Yeah. Wished it was you instead."

She shivers, even with the warm water engulfing her. "Soon. Only three more days until we can make that dream come true."

A desperate hum of agreement blossoms through her phone speaker. "How was work, by the way? What's the 411? Any juicy gossip making rounds in the cubicles?"

Sawyer rolls her eyes in amusement and says, "It went fine, just really boring. I've been dozing off since I got home, so I played your stupid quest game to stay awake."

"And how did that go?" Harry pries with a hint of humor.

"Awful," she grumbles, popping a soap bubble before it floats to the ceiling. "I gave up after an hour. The ghoul realm can fend for itself."

Laughing. He's laughing at her futile attempt. "Tough luck, buttercup. Not everyone has the gift of being a master ghoul slayer."

"Whatever." She steers the conversation in a different direction by mentioning, "I heard your game got canceled today in Baltimore because of the weather. Is everyone safe?"

"'Twas only a wee little storm," he reassures in a random Scottish accent for a reason unbeknownst to Sawyer. Jet lag delirium might be the case. "Appreciate you asking, though. You're sweeter than a Georgia peach."

"I'm happy to hear that. And your flight home is on Wednesday, right?"

It's dead silent on the other line long enough for sneaking suspicion to settle in. Sawyer has to double-check the phone screen to make sure they didn't somehow disconnect by accident.

Eventually, Harry says, "Uh, slight change of plans. I may or may not be in Orlando already."

Sawyer freezes, her heart skipping a beat. "What? Right now? What are you talking about?"

"The game got rescheduled for next month, so we had the option to go home early since that was the last stop on tour."

A flicker of hope causes her lips to break into a beautiful smile. "Where are you?" she dares to ask, anxiously biting her thumbnail.

"Attica Lane, third house on the left," he says coyly. "I see a pink light coming from a window upstairs. Perhaps a lava lamp?"

She gasps and sits up like a bat out of hell, causing some water to slosh over the sides of the tub and splat onto the tiles. "As if! Are you serious?"

His gleeful, airy laugh confirms it. "Open your front door and find out. Hurry up, though. It's cold and lonely out here."

Sawyer squeals happily and hangs up, then gets out of the tub to grab a towel. She dries off her dripping body in record time, then throws on one of Harry's shirts that he gave her. It goes down to her knees. Letting her hair fall free from her rumpled bun, she lets out another squeal and bounces on the balls of her feet. She can't believe he's here in time for Valentine's Day. Granted, there are less than two hours left of the holiday, but every second with him is well spent.

After blowing out the candles and almost catching her hair on fire in the process, she races down the staircase as quickly as possible and rounds the corner toward the front door. She clumsily unlocks the deadbolt and turns the knob to open the door, a click resounding throughout the house. Her heart is pounding, and it's like she can feel his energy from the other side.

Oh, she could just about burst into tears of joy because of the sight in front of her.

Harry is casually standing there like the leading man in a rom-com, his ankles crossed and a bouquet of flowers covering his face. He's wearing an off-white button-down with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and Tiffany Blue trousers with matching suspenders clipped to them. His athletic duffel bag is slung over his shoulder, contrasting his ornate outfit.

Sawyer will worry about being severely underdressed later. She can't even think straight right now.

"You're actually here," she says in disbelief.

Her beloved boyfriend theatrically reveals his face, an open-mouthed smile greeting her. "Hi. I was gonna be cheesy and throw rocks at your window, but I know that would've scared the crap out of you."

Sawyer can't help herself. She pounces forward and jumps into his arms like a flying squirrel, hooking her legs around his waist and squeezing him so close until she's inhaling his Old Spice cologne that she's missed dearly. Harry grunts and takes an unbalanced step backward from the force in which she does so but quickly catches her with one strong arm around her body, the other still holding the bouquet.

"Missed you so fuckin' much," he murmurs, his duffel bag sliding off his shoulder and hitting the floor with a clunk. "Do you know how miserable I was? Do you know what you do to me? To my heart?"

She pulls back and admires him with teary eyes, observing any changes that might have sprouted in the last nine days. The first thing she notices is that his nose is slightly red from standing outside her house for who knows how long. She smacks a loud kiss onto it, causing it to involuntarily wrinkle.

"My boy," she sighs blissfully while planting an equal number of kisses onto his deep, visible dimples. "Happy Valentine's Day."

Harry hikes her up more so that she towers over him. "I'm here," he says, his voice sounding raspier in person. “As soon as the game got canceled, I packed my bags and flew straight here. I couldn't go any longer without seeing you."

"You didn't stop to visit your parents?"

He dumbly shakes his head with an unaware smile, appearing lost. "No..."

"Harry!" she scolds as a laugh climbs up her throat.

"Is that a problem?" he asks, his gaze completely entranced by her lips. "Hmm? What're you trying to tell me?" He steals two kisses from her, both deep and borderline bruising. "You tellin' me you don't wanna make out with your boyfriend right now?"

"I didn't say that—" Another fervent kiss cuts her off abruptly, and Sawyer melts into it this time, becoming conscious of how much she missed his lips. The peach fuzz growing along his jaw and under his nose tickles her skin as she moves her mouth against his, a sign that he's been too exhausted to shave. She doesn't care if it feels like sandpaper rubbing on her freshly washed face; the softness of his lips overpowers it.

After a minute of making out like a couple of smitten teenagers, Harry finally sets her feet on the floor and presents the bouquet. "These are red camellia flowers," he explains breathlessly, licking his swollen bottom lip. "I surfed the web, and the Old Farmer's Almanac said they symbolize being a flame in someone's heart."

Sniffing the fragrant petals, Sawyer asks, "What does that even mean?"

"Dunno," he drawls sleepily. Oh gosh. She's worried his next blink will have him tipping over and falling asleep on her doorstep. "Sounds right, though, doesn't it?"

"Coming from your mouth, I suppose it does." She clasps her hands on his cheeks and stands on her tiptoes to nonverbally thank him with a gracious kiss. He lazily smiles into it before Sawyer giddily tugs him inside the house and toward the cozy ambiance of her bedroom. "Speaking of flowers," she continues distractedly, still dizzy from making out, "I also got you some."

Sawyer goes to the far side of her room to grab the mason jar on her windowsill, which is stuffed full of stems with an abundance of tiny white blossoms. She sets the bouquet of camellia flowers down in its place. When she spins around, she comes face-to-face with Harry, who's pretending he didn't just get caught looking over her shoulder.

"Hi," he whispers, innocently tapping his foot on the carpet.

She internally melts when she notices his tired eyes. "Do you want to go to bed? This can wait until tomorrow."

He shakes his head, albeit letting out a ferocious yawn. "It's our first Valentine's Day as a couple. Don't wanna waste it by zonking out."

"Okay. Well, here." She nervously thrusts forward the jar. "These are baby's breath. They, um, represent everlasting love. I know it's stupid, but—"

"Sawyer Alejandra, are these for me?" he interrupts teasingly.

She could have gotten him a classic bouquet of roses or an elegant arrangement of tulips. Yet when the nice lady behind the counter told her the meaning behind the flower with a delicacy that rivaled Harry's, the hidden romantic side of her won.

"Hand-picked specifically for you," Sawyer says quietly, hoping the moonlight shining through the window doesn't accentuate the blush staining her cheeks. "Someone was selling flowers downtown at the Plant Street Market, and I couldn't resist."

Harry smoothly grabs her hand and pulls her in for a suffocating hug, being careful of the flowers between their bodies. "Wait, did you say they represent everlasting love?" he mumbles curiously.

"Maybe."

"What's that all about, honeybee? Can't get enough of my sweetness?"

She releases herself from his trap of love before she tackles him out of sheer adoration. "Go change into something more comfortable. I need to brush my teeth."

Once that's done and Harry is in his pajamas, which consist of a retro graphic tee and a white pair of boxers (as well as his prescription tortoiseshell glasses he doesn't wear enough), Sawyer scoots over on her twin bed to make room for him. She's working on saving money for a bigger bed since they both have fallen off too many times whenever they have sleepovers.

As the electric fan on her nightstand hums lowly, they sit against the headboard and look at each other. It's not awkward nor a mystery as to why they're doing it. It's simply a moment where Sawyer soaks her sunray in, realizing that maybe absence really does make the heart grow fonder. And in that moment, she can feel something cosmic break through the silence. A shrouded love that went unspoken for years is now center stage and glowing magnificently.

Nothing glows brighter than when the stars align.

Harry makes the first move by taking her hand in his. "I have something else for you," he says, swallowing and shifting closer to her. "It's sort of a Valentine's Day gift mixed with an early six-month anniversary gift."

Another gift? Doesn't he know his presence alone is enough for her?

Sawyer's eyes dance around his figure, noticing his timid body language. "You're making me nervous."

He gives her a handsome smile and pertly kisses her knuckles. "Good kind or bad kind?"

"Depends on the gift."

While tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, he tells her, "Check under your pillow."

She pulls back and makes a face at him. "When did you put something there?"

"It's always been there, silly goose."

"Yeah, right." Sawyer reaches under her pillow and moves her hand around until it hits something solid. She grasps the unknown object, pulls it out, and then opens her palm. What lies there is a black ring box.

"Sawyer," Harry starts after clearing his throat, still holding her hand, "I miss you all the time. When I'm thousands of miles away, I call just to hear your sweet voice. When I can't sleep at night, I think about you until I dream about you. Even when you're right beside me, and I'm smothering you with affection, I still can't seem to get enough."

Her eyes widen in unforeseen panic. "Are you proposing right now? Harry, I don't think I'm—"

"Not yet, baby," he says with a quiet laugh. He nods his head toward the box in her hand. "Take a look."

Sawyer shivers at his weighted statement that he spoke as a light breeze. She waits until her goosebumps go away, then gently lifts the top of the box to reveal a beautiful gold ring resembling the top half of the sun.

"This... gosh, this is stunning!" She looks at him, mouth agape. "I love it. Thank you so much."

Harry plucks it out of the silky cushion and slides the band on her ring finger. It fits perfectly, the aureate metal complementing her tan skin.

"For when it's dreary in Orlando, and your sunray can't be here with you."

Sawyer admires it for a little longer and then gives him a big hug, which he reciprocates with an even bigger hug. "I love you," she says into his neck. “You're the absolute sweetest."

"Love you forever." He pulls away and gives her a gentle noogie. "It's also, like, a promise ring if you're comfortable calling it that. It's just that I love making you happy. I swear, making you smile and laugh is my favorite thing to do, and I... Sawyer, I want to do that for as long as you'll let me." He lets a tender kiss linger on her lips before vulnerably murmuring, "Please let me."

She cradles his face like it's made of glass and nods firmly. "I'll let you. I promise."

Harry holds his pinky out, and Sawyer hooks hers around it without a second thought. "Can I tell you another thing?" he asks, using their interlocked pinkies to push his glasses further up the bridge of his nose.

"Anything."

His eyes pinch shut. "I get scared whenever I have to leave you for a long time. I get this weird feeling in my belly."

She tilts her head to the side. "How come?"

One corner of his mouth downturns, and it shatters her heart. Shrugging meekly, he mutters, "Because I don't want you to forget about me."

She stares at him with cloaked bewilderment. He really doesn't know how often he crosses her mind or how often he's made her feel like the only girl in the world. Maybe it's her fault for not telling him enough. Either way, it's appalling that a boy like him can't see how remarkable he is. She would do anything to experience life through his eyes.

"Harry," Sawyer says with the utmost sincerity, "how could I ever forget about you? When I see the sun, my first thought is you."

His eyebrows raise at her candidness. "Wow. Have you ever considered becoming a romance novelist?"

"I'm serious," she says, fidgeting with his long fingers. "Don't deflect, okay? Let me love you with my words."

"I'm sorry." Apologetic lips press against her forehead for two seconds. "Sorry. I'm just so scared of getting this wrong. You're the best thing to ever happen to me, and I'd never forgive myself if I screwed it up."

"You do everything right." Is it really not obvious? "Just listen to me for a moment. I feel like I don't compliment you enough."

Harry blinks sluggishly and works his way down the bed until they're both lying down, facing each other in close proximity. "I'm all ears. If I fall asleep, it's only because your voice is like a lullaby."

Sawyer feels her fatigue wash over like an ocean tide under the moonlight. "You are so beautiful," she tells him, the dim glow from her lava lamp making his facial features appear softer. "I love how your lips are the same color as the bubblegum you always chew. They taste like it too." She inhales and shifts her head on the pillow to get a better look at her boyfriend. "I also love your eyes. The crinkles around them when you're happy make me swoon. And don't even get me started on your dimples."

"Stop, baby." Harry buries his face in her pillow and lets out an embarrassed whine.

"And I love your nose so much. Did you know it moves when you talk? Isn't that something?"

"Hate you right now," he grumbles.

"Look at me." She pushes his head until it tilts back. "What I love most is your heart. I'd live there if I could."

"You already do. Moved in the summer of '87."

Sawyer giggles for some reason or another. It's probably giddiness; she's too sleepy to make sense of anything. Harry tries to stifle his laughter, but it comes out in infectious bursts. Breathy and raspy, the sound could undoubtedly open the gates of heaven.

There's a stretch of comfortable silence before his eyebrows dip in thought. "Hey, would you ever want to live with me? Like, actually?"

"Would I—" She briefly pauses, air leaving her lungs in an astounded exhale. "Would I ever live with you? Of course. Yes, absolutely."

Sawyer had fantasized about it even before Cupid struck her with his gold-tipped arrow. Visions of waking up slowly beside Harry in a much bigger bed to sprawl out on, sunrise snuggles and klutzy kisses passing the time before rumbling stomachs disrupt their bliss. Admiring him from her place on the kitchen countertop, watching him flip pancakes while he's shirtless and humming along to the radio. Staying up until midnight creeps around, consuming outlandish game shows on the television and throwing popcorn into each other's mouths. Lying on the backyard hammock in the summer, sticky popsicle lips cooling sweaty skin. Dancing in the driveway during a rainstorm, feeling like the only two people who exist solely for each other.

Soulmate. That's the word.

Harry rubs at his eyes with a shy smile, seemingly having drifted off into a reverie about it too. "Okay. Can we do that soon? I mean, whenever you're ready. But soon, please. I want permanent sleepovers." He's quiet for a few seconds before languidly adding, "I love the smell of your house. If I could bottle it as a cologne, I'd wear it 24/7."

Sawyer scratches his scalp. "You need to sleep. You're so jet-lagged right now."

"Sleep is for the bleak," he mumbles, his lips barely moving from being smushed against the pillow. "Wait... that's not right. Is it weak?" He pokes her side like a needy child. "Sawyer, how does that phrase go again?"

"Put your beams away, sunray. Let the moon have her moment."

He shakes his head stubbornly. "Tell me about your day. What's the scoop? Where did you go? Who did you talk to?"

"Shush, your voice needs rest," she says gently, pulling some of his hair up in a ponytail. “It sounds like you ate a bowl of gravel."

Making a displeased noise of protest, he further insists, "But I wanna talk to you."

Every delayed movement and drawled speech of his is becoming more prominent. Maybe talking to him is the most efficient way to get him to doze off. Plus, it's tough to say no when he's in a state of such endearing drowsiness.

"Fine. You get one question to ask me."

Harry's lips slowly tug up in a smile. "Oh, are you an oracle now?" he teases, accidentally knocking his bony knee against her shin when he shifts his legs. "Oopsie. Sorry."

Sawyer whimpers from the fleeting pain before pulling the blanket over both of their bodies. "Is that your question?"

"No, gimme a second to think of a good one," he replies with a pout. After a moment of serious pondering, he asks, "When did you first realize you were in love with me?"

It's an unexpectedly profound question that comes from somewhere deep and locked away in his heart. Sawyer was ready to receive an odd question about conspiracy theories or the existence of aliens, not one that elicits an answer she couldn't possibly form into a coherent sentence.

"I'm not sure if there was a specific moment," Sawyer says, tracing Harry's cheekbone with her thumb. "It happened gradually, I think. I obviously thought you were attractive from the get-go, but I fell in love with your personality once I got to know it better. You're one hell of a charmer."

Harry's eyes close, yet he still has enough energy to confess, "I fell for you so fast. Did you know that? God, I was crazy about you. Still am, but all those years of being too cowardly to admit my feelings were like a volcano waiting to erupt. Then that perfect night in September" — he makes an explosion noise with his mouth — "made my heart overflow with red-hot love lava. Hey, just like your lava lamp. If it wasn't pink, that is."

This is what happens when he's on the verge of sleep. He talks and talks until his sentences jumble together, and bizarre similes are somewhere mixed in between. She's concerned he won't have a working voice in the morning.

"Sunray."

"Hmm?"

Sawyer takes off his glasses and folds them before setting them on her nightstand. "Let's go on a date tomorrow where we can talk about it all we want. The sooner we go to sleep, the faster we can wake up."

Harry tangles his legs with hers, tucking her into his warm body. "Yay," he whispers excitedly. "Can we go to Tinker Field and make out under the bleachers? Or in the dugout? Whichever you prefer, I don't mind."

"At least take me out to dinner first," she quips.

The joke flies right over his head as he slips further into unconsciousness. "Sure, we can do that. There's that new Mexican restaurant on Orange Avenue. I want to try their queso fritos. Maybe we can make some for breakfast instead and have a cooking day or something."

She desperately wishes she could continue the conversation, but the heat radiating from his body is putting her under a sleep spell. "Mm-hmm. Goodnight."

Harry inhales deeply with a stretch, then wraps her tightly in his arms. "Sweet dreams, Valentine."

A kiss from the sun seals onto her skin, promising lasting love for as long as she lets him.

Infinity is what she chooses.

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running2reanimation · 1 year

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Birthdays

Happy Birthday, King!

King woke to the smell of something burnt. Not the best way to start a birthday, but still definitely not the worst way he'd ever started it. But that was almost another lifetime ago, or at least it felt like it.

He slid out of bed, making sure his feet thumped audibly against the floor and immediately heard, "NO! DON'T GET OUT OF BED YET! STAY PUT!"

King rolled his eyes and tucked his feet back under the covers. He settled back in bed, listening to his son scrambling in the kitchen for a few more minutes before finally appearing at his bedroom door, breakfast tray in hand and a bright smile on his face, "Happy Birthday, Dad!"

"Thank you, Gold," King looked down at the tray that had been set upon his lap. There was toast and two hard-boiled eggs, "So, what did you burn, and how bad was it?"

"Uh... the pancakes, but-but-but it's already cleaned up, which is good because we've got a big day ahead of us! After you finish breakfast we're gonna go to the park and fly a kite-"

"Aren't you a little old for that?" King asked between mouthfuls of egg.

Gold just shrugged, "Maybe, but I know you like to fly kites and it's your birthday. Moving on! After we get bored of that we're gonna take the train to the city, stop at Merlot & Lime's for lunch-"

"And where are you getting the money for that?"

"Don't you worry about that, I promise it's legal, that's all that matters. Anyway, after lunch, we're going to go to that used bookstore you like and you can pick out a book or two, then we're gonna check out the space exhibit at the museum and then supper at Coal's, then it's back home for cake - courtesy of Aqua, by the way - and presents. Sounds good right?"

"Sounds great, Gold, I'm impressed you planned this all yourself."

"Well, some of your planning skills had to rub off eventually," Gold grinned, collecting the dirty dishes, "Now, I'm going to wash these while you shower and get dressed and then we'll be off!"

And with that Gold practically skipped out of the room.

How did he get so lucky?

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He hadn't even realized it was his birthday until he looked at the date on his phone after taking that call with Sky.

... It didn't really matter, the day was almost over.

Maybe he'd heat up one of the microwave dinners that had a dessert to celebrate. Gold... wouldn't like the idea that he'd done nothing special.

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"Good morning, Baba!" King jerked awake at Purple's cheery voice, honestly grateful for the wake-up-call, "Happy Birthday!"

King blinked at him in confusion, "...How do you know when my birthday is? I don't think I ever told you?"

"Oh, I have my ways..." Purple smirked, coming in with a tray to place upon King's lap, a fruit, yogurt, and granola parfait and two blueberry pancakes with honey.

"After you're done eating, you need to get washed up and dressed up nice, we're heading to the city for lunch and a matinee concert, and then back here for a party later."

"A party?" King tried to keep the trepidation out of his voice, but he was sure Purple picked up on it based on the reassuring smile.

"It's just the Colour Crew, don't worry. Oh, and Aqua! She made the cake, said she knew what you liked and not to worry about it," Purple patted the big stick's knee, taking the dirty dishes, "Now, I'm going to wash these while you shower and get dressed and then we'll be off!"

And with that Purple trotted out of the room, clearly quite pleased with himself.

How did he get so lucky?

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th3l0stg1rl · 1 year

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Alone again?

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Here goes my first fanfic, I hope you enjoy! ♡

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Pairing: Baji x f!reader (ft. your boy best friend)

Requested: no

Genre: angst(?) to fluff

Description: you and your best friend decided to go out to spend time together, but he doesn't come and Baji finds you instead

Warnings: mention of toxic friendships; long intro; little bit of swearing

Word count: 909

Character count: 4.9k

Picture from: JYUGOSGF

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Today, you and (f/n) decided to go out and spend time together after a long time. School kept both of you busy, preventing you from catching up to eachother. Finally, you got a week off and of course the first thing was to see how you're doing. It was your friendships first anniversary afterall.

(F/n) told you to meet at the ice cream shop at 4 PM, by then he'll probably get back from his training. It was only 3 PM but you were already there, waiting for him. You were so excited to see him after the stressing school days that has turned into weeks now.

Looking at your phone, you saw it was already 15:27. 'A lot of time passed just by thinking, I wonder if he'll be here would it pass faster?' You tought slightly bored because of all the waiting. 'Maybe I shouldn't have came here too soon. It's boring to wait' You huffed in annoyance, realising your mistake.

'It won't hurt if I already ordered, would it?' After thinking trough the consequences, you decided to wait inside while eating a bowl of ice cream. (because you were sitting outside in a terrace)

Time has passed and it was already 4 PM. You wondered if you remembered right, because you were cloud-headed for sure. 'I wouldn't forget such an important thing, would I?' You were pretty sure you wouldn't.

After 4 PM has passed anxiety started to build up inside you slowly, not being sure anymore that you came in right time. 'I must've forgotten the actual date and came in a wrong one' You checked your phone again, it was 16:21. You checked your messages too, just to make sure you were right and your mind wasn't playing with you. It wasn't. The message said 'meet me at 4 PM at the ice cream shop we used to go before school interrupted'.

After waiting for another 20 minutes, you checked the time again.

16:43 (btw you're sitting outside again 'cuz you were bored)

At this point, you knew something was wrong. All the bottled up negative emotions started seeping out one by one. First you felt betrayed, then sad, then started blaming yourself. Weren't you good enough? Weren't you his best friend? Then why?

You promised eachother, that you won't betray your friendship. You told him your secrets, insecurities, so did he. He knew your biggest insecurity was not being enough for people, yet he just showed it to you that you truly weren't.

And there was the next thing making all this worse: you had several friends before. Why? You were useable. They could use you when it came to tests and homework. After all, you were just a teachers pet. Nothing more, just a usable tool.

You felt taken advantage of again. Anxiety was building up more in you along with tears of anger and sorrow. Just before you could break and burst out crying, you heard that voice. That voice you could never mistake nor forget.

-'Ya okay? What's with that face?

You looked at Baji with worn out eyes, still trying your best to stop the tears from falling. Sending a wide, obviously fake smile to him you answered.

-Yeah, why wouldn't I be?

He wasn't that stupid, he knew you better than anyone else. Even if he was blind he could feel that smile wasn't real.

-Because y're faking that smile. Y' think I'm that dumb?

You didn't answer, biting your cheek from inside. A tear threatened to fall down right into your open palms while you were looking down.

-(Y/n) are you crying?

-No, dumbass it's the rain..

You answered bitterly and rolled your eyes.

-I don't see no rain.. Who made ya' cry? I'll beat their asses right away.

-You can't Kei...

-And why?

-He's my best friend..

You weren't sure about that yourself, neither was the male standing next to you.

-It doesn't seems like it. Where's he now?

-I.. Don't know.

He seemed kinda shocked but snapped out of it as quick as it came.

-What did you agree, when would you meet?

He knew that you haven't seen (f/n) for a long time and knew you were waiting for this meet-up. He was angry at your "best friend" for hurting you.

-At 4 PM...

-He's such an asshole.

-As if you weren't... You murmur under your breath. Unlucky for you, Keisuke still heard it.

-Hah? You tryna' pick a fight with me now? I tought you were sad. Sad my ass, you still insult me as per usual so I don't think ya' having a problem.

You couldn't help but smile at him being his usual self.

-Now you're smiling! I really can't with you, woman..

He's pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers, making you let out a chuckle.

-Let's just go home for now, and watch some movies, alright?

You suggested waiting for his answer while slightly tilting your head, feeling all the negativity leaving your body just as it came.

-And how do you think we'll get there?

-On your bike of course, how else?

-Tch... You're taking my engine.

-You don't need to come tough, I can walk by myself.

You won. Rolling his eyes, he invites you to a ride to your home.

-I recommend the movies to be good after this.

Now he's smiling with you along, starting his engine and taking off to the road.

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kneexcutter · 2 years

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Caitlyn observed Jinx as she sat on her sister's bed, muttering to herself and hurling her phone violently against the bed as she scrolled. Jinx then buried her face in Vi's fluffy pillow, which she had given Vi for her birthday a month earlier.

Caitlyn paused, unsure what to make of the situation in front of her; it was true that she and Jinx had a strained relationship, even after Vi told her that she and Caitlyn were dating. Caitlyn swallowed her reluctance and asked, "Is there something bothering you, Jinx?"

Caitlyn raised her eyebrows when Jinx let out a muffled scream, now even more concerned than before. "With your face under the pillow, I can't understand you."

Jinx raised her head and gave Caitlyn a scathing look as she turned to face her. "It doesn't matter."

"Well, if you're shrieking into your pillow, I'm sure there's something bothering you." Caitlyn clarifies.

"Nope, all good here, just go back to whatever you're doing," Jinx says as she rolls her eyes and raises her hand to wave Caitlyn away.

"Jinx, it's okay to talk about your feelings," Caitlyn sighed.

Jinx laughed a little, "Pft you? No way."

Caitlyn hums, relaxing her body as she motions for Jinx to sit up. "It doesn't have to be me; it can be anyone, but I think you need to let it out right now, so I'm offering you my ears."

"Tch, I don't need you, I have Fishbones," Jinx said. "Fishbones is a great listener! And a great friend, the best of the best, no one could ever replace him!"

"Not even me?" Vi chuckled as she entered the room.

"Not even you, sorry sis, nothing personal, Fishbones is just better," Jinx remarked, squinting her eyes at Vi.

"Darn, well, looks like Fishbones will have to take you to the concert tonight then since I'm not the best anymore," Vi snapped her fingers while pouringly glancing at Jinx.

Jinx quickly turned her body, leaping up and tackling Vi into a hug. "Heh heh, Did I say that Fishbones was the best... I meant my cool amazing big sister Vi is the best of the best-est, ten out of ten, way too good for Caitlyn."

Before sighing, Caitlyn complained, "Best-est isn't a word, one, and two what tickets are you referring to Vi? What are they for?"

Vi reached into her back pocket and took three tickets. "Not sure little man gave me these tickets about a week ago, all he really told me was that it was for a concert and told me what day and time to be there."

"For free?" Caitlyn inquired.

"Yeah, why? Something wrong cupcake?"

Jinx gagged at the pet name then shot a glance at Caitlyn. "Who cares! Free tickets are still free tickets!"

Caitlyn shook her head, "Just because something is free doesn't mean it's good; what if it's a trap?"

"Cupcake, we've known Little man since we were kids, and he'd never do something like that," Vi reassured.

"Enough with the boring cop shit Caitlyn, just accept free gifts and let's get this party started!" Jinx groans. "I haven't seen Little man in ages; he hardly ever texts me anymore! Which, by the way, is extremely incredibly rude! What kind of friend abandons their other friends like that? Like hello! It's me! Who wouldn't want to talk to me?"

"Well, Powder people change and they get busy," Vi patted Jinx's head.

Jinx let go of Vi, crossed her arms, and leaned in closer with a pout on her lips. "What could he possibly be up to that he doesn't check in with us? For crying out loud you make time for me, hell even Caitlyn makes time for me."

Caitlyn blinked a few times, "Should I take that as a compliment or?"

"No."

Caitlyn nods shaking her head, "Noted."

Vi laughed while shrugging her shoulders, "I don't know Powder but maybe he'll tell us one day but for now let's go get ready for this concert yeah?"

Jinx huffed throwing her hands up in the air, "Fine! Whatever!" Jinx went to grab her phone from the bed then headed past Vi out the door shutting the door behind her.

Vi turned to Caitlyn with a slight grin on her face walking up to her and engulfed her in an embrace. "She didn't give you a hard time did she?"

Caitlyn chuckles, "Yes, but nothing I can't handle."

Vi shook her head, "Of course."

"Although, there is something that's troubling me..."

"Hm?"

"Jinx has been acting a little weird for the past couple of days," Caitlyn explained.

"You noticed too?" Vi replied, raising her brow. Caitlyn smiles and nods "Actually, not long before you came. She was on her phone, scrolling normally, when she became agitated and hurled her phone across the bed. And a few days ago, I noticed her doing the same thing, she was on her phone and then just got irritated and threw it away from her," Caitlyn added.

"It's funny you mention that," Vi mused. "She's also stopped talking about that girl."

"What girl?" Caitlyn inquired. Before Vi could respond, the door flung open, and Jinx stood there with a broad grin on her face, shoving her phone out in front of her and swinging it around a little as she exclaimed, "Guess who texted me!"

"Oh would you look at that, Little man didn't forget about you at all Powder, see look, he even apologized for not answering you," Vi said as she walked over to her sister, looking at her phone.

Jinx drew her phone and giggled as she bit her bottom lip. "Yeah... Oh! We should probably get him something on the way there?"

"That's unusually generous of you," Caitlyn remarked.

"What? I'm not heartless, "Jinx scoffed. "After all, the little man is still my closest friend. Now come on let's go!" Jinx says this while grabbing and tugging on Vi's arm. Vi rolled her eyes. "Alright, alright, but Powder, you have to leave Fishbones here."

"Nope, wherever I go, Fishbones follows!" Jinx gleams.

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Vi parked the car, got out first, then turned around to open the passenger-side door for Caitlyn. Jinx pushed open the door, almost hitting Vi with it. "Whoops sorry!" Jinx said, hopping out of the car while going to stretch her arms and legs, "Woah, this place is cool! I love the dark alley vibe that's going on here. It's so dark and mysterious. You sure little man gave you the right address, Vi?"

As Caitlyn exited the vehicle, she bent her body to stretch; as she did so, she heard a few cracks and sighed in relief. "I have to agree with Jinx on this one; are you sure you were at the right place? This is certainly an alleyway leading to the stadium."

"Yeah, this is the spot. I guess we're supposed to head over to that door over there then?" Vi remarked, pulling her phone from her back pocket.

Jinx dashed over to the filthy metal door with no hesitation. Jinx raised her hand and banged on the door, which opened to show a tall, buff-looking man who furrowed his brow at Jinx and asked, "What?"

"Step aside big guy, I've got a little man to find," Jinx said. The security guy sighed and rolled his eyes. "Do you have a ticket? Little lady."

Jinx nods, pointing back at Vi and Caitlyn, who are approaching them. Vi put her hand on Jinx's shoulder, gave the guard a quick once-over, and then pulled the three tickets from her back pocket. "Here, anything else you wanna check, sir."

The guard grumbled as he examined the tickets. "Come on in and follow the green line on the wall all the way down."

The three entered, Jinx stuck her tongue out at the guard while Vi gave him a dirty glare before Caitlyn quickly shoved them inside. "Will you two cut it out, he's just doing his job."

"Yeah but he doesn't have to be a prick about it," Vi said.

"How was he being a prick?"

"The way he looked at us," Jinx says while twirling her hair. "He's got a tree stuck up his butt."

Caitlyn huffed as she looked between Vi and Jinx, not wanting to be more perplexed by the sisters' responses to her questions. The green line came to a halt in front of a door with the words "Party Room 3" labeled in glitching colored effects. Vi opened the door to the smell of cooking food and a whirlwind of screaming and applauding from the audience below. Caitlyn exclaimed when she saw the seats; they were luxurious.

"How did your friend obtain these tickets?" Caitlyn inquired, her finger trailing over the chairs as she observed the crowd below them. "What's true damage? A band?"

"I have no idea..." astonishedly, Vi replied. "Whatever it is, little man has some explaining to do."

Jinx instantly leapt into the middle seat, an enthusiastic smile on her face, butterflies shooting around in her tummy as she bit her bottom lip, wriggling impatiently in her seat, as a ten-second countdown began to play on the screen.

Jinx and Vi's gaze scoured the stage as they heard a familiar voice begin counting down with the crowd. "No way, no how..." Vi and Jinx's heads twisted to glance at each other, then back to the stage.

"LITTLE MAN!?"

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My Roommate's Sister: Part 5

It was Saturday, so as expected the roads were busy. Florence hadn't yet told me where she was taking me for our second date, but we were driving further out of the city according to the road signs. My hand was entwined with Flo's while she drove, only letting go so she could change gear.

It was another 45 minutes before I started to see other signs, signs indicating that there was a fair nearby. Oh, my god. Was she taking me to a fun fair?

"Flo..." I could hear the excitement in my own voice, "are we going where I think we're going?"

"Where do you think we're going?" She asks, looking from me to one of the fair road signs, then back to the road.

"The fair?"

"Busted." she laughed at me, "I hope you like rides, babe"

My stomach screamed at that word. Babe. She called me babe, and I hope she made a habit of it. I hoped for more days like this, more days with her, more dates with her.

We pulled into the car park and I was quick to jump out of the car and head to the entrance. Florence was trailing behind, I could hear her laughing as she followed me. I paused at the gate to wait for her, and as she got close enough she pulled me in and kissed my cheek.

"You're cute" she whispered as she hooked her arm with mine, "which ride first?"

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We'd been here for hours now and I couldn't wipe the smile off of my face. After exiting the bumper cars for the third time, Florence grabbed my hand and directed me towards the spaceship. Oh god, was I going to throw up?

"Let's go on a ride where you won't be the reason for my whiplash" she giggled as we arrived at the queue.

"Are you a sore loser, Pugh?"

"I let you win"

"Bullshit"

Florence grinned at me before turning her attention to the man taking the tokens. She passed them over, and he opened the gate to let us on board. She still had a tight grip on my hand as we positioned ourselves with our backs against the wall mat. Music started, and I had to laugh as the lyrics to "I Kissed A Girl" ran through my ears. But I didn't have time to make a joke before the ride began. My stomach was full of butterflies, but that was really no different to how it had been all day in Flo's presence. I hadn't realised it, but my head was tilted towards her, and as I opened my eyes I found that she was already looking at me. We held each other's gaze for the whole ride, only breaking the contact to leave the vehicle. Again, her hand never left mine.

"Lets try something less exciting now, please?" I asked.

Florence checked her phone. "That ride took forever," she said. "It's almost eleven. Do you want to go stand in line at the Ferris wheel?"

"Sure," I said, accepting to anything that wouldn't spin me around or make me dizzy.

"Great," she smiled. We didn't speak much in the queue, not that we needed to. You know someone is good company when you don't need to be filling the silences, you can just let them be. I leant my head against her shoulder while we waited, and I swear I felt her hesitate before she kissed the top of my head. She took out her phone from her pocket a number of times while we were waiting. Was she waiting for a text from someone else? Was she getting bored of me? I didn't know what to think, but every time I saw the light from her hand, my stomach dropped slightly. I was a paranoid person, she'd soon come to realise, I just hoped I wasn't scaring her away.

"You're awfully quiet, what's on your mind?" She asked, bumping her shoulder against mine.

"Nothing," I murmured, shifting my feet.

"Babe..." Florence said gently, looking at me intensely "If this..." she pointed between the two of us, "is going to work, we need to communicate. What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I whined, my stomach flipping at the word 'babe' once again. "Look, it's our turn." I nodded at our waiting cart.

Florence rolled her eyes. "So it is." she checked her phone again. Why did she keep doing that?

I sighed and unlaced my fingers from hers as we sat in the cart. We didn't speak much until we were up at the very top, and Florence checked her phone, again.

I was about to ask her what that was all about when she slid it back into her pocket smiling. "It's 11:11, Soph, make a wish."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, which helped with the nerves. I just wish she would kiss me.

As it became 11:12, I asked "What did you wish for?"

"You" she replied, grabbing my hand again. I hadn't realised how empty it had felt until she re-entwined our fingers.

"Me?"

She nodded. "I wished for more days like this. More dates with you. And... I wished you would kiss me."

"I'm not sure you can have three wishes in one, you know" I teased. But inside I was screaming. She wanted to kiss me again. Me. How have I gotten so lucky?

"They come as a package deal" she was speaking so softly, almost like she was nervous, "can I... can I kiss you?"

"you can kiss me any time, any where, in front of anyone" I said bravely, not really knowing where this sudden feeling bravery had come from. Florence smiled at my words, before cupping my face with her free hand and moving closer into me.

"I've been wanting to do this all day"

And then she did. It was gentle, and slow. It was perfection.

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𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚢 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

Dean is lying on the motel bed, which is vibrating, as he listens to music on his phone. He looks sort of blissful. Theo is sat on the other bed, laying on her stomach, asleep. As Sam enters, Dean doesn't notice him.

"Hey" Sam smacks Dean on the boot "Hey!" Theo jolts awake.

"Hey. Man, you gotta try this. I mean there really is magic in the Magic Fingers"

"Dean, you're enjoying that way too much. It's kind of making me uncomfortable"

"What is he supposed to do? I mean, you've got us on lockdown here, we're bored out of our skulls" Y/N says.

"Hey, you two were the bank robber on the eleven o'clock news, not me. We can't risk you two just walking into a government facility"

"Hmm" Sam waves a dismissing hand at Dean as he turns to go into the bathroom. The bed shutters to stillness "Aw, dammit! That was my last quarter. Hey! You got any quarters?" Dean pulls out his headphones out and gets up, slapping Theo on the head playfully, crossing the room and leaning on the doorway to the bathroom where Sam is washing his face.

"No!" Dean goes to turn to Theo but as he turns, he sees Theo glaring at him.

"Don't even ask" she says.

"So did you get in to see that crazy hooker?" Dean asks.

"Yeah. Gloria Sitnick. And I'm not so sure she's crazy"

"But she seriously believes that she was...touched by an angel?"

"Yeah. Blinding light, feeling of spiritual ecstasy" Theo looks at Sam sharply, and eyes slightly widened ", the works. I mean, she's living in a locked ward and she's totally at peace"

"Oh yeah, you're right, sounds completely sane. What about the dude she stabbed?"

"Uh, Carl Gully. She said she killed him because he was evil"

"Was he?" Theo asks.

"I don't know. I mean, I couldn't find any dirt on him. I mean, he didn't have a criminal record, he worked at the campus library, has lots of friends. He was a churchgoer"

"Hm. So, then Gloria's just your standard-issue wacko. I mean, she wouldn't be the first nutjob in history to kill in the name of religion. Know what I mean?""

"No, but she's the second in town to murder because an angel told them to. Little bit odd, don't ya think?"

"Well, little odd yes, supernatural maybe. But angels? I don't think so"

"Why not?"

"'Cuz there's no such thing, Sam" Dean says.

"How do you know?" Theo asks.

"Dean, there's ten times as much lore about angels as there is about anything else we've ever hunted"

"Yeah, you know what? There's a ton of lore on unicorns too. In fact, I hear that they, they ride on silver moonbeams, and they shoot rainbows out of their ass" Sam sits down, total deadpan.

"Wait, there's no such thing as unicorns?"

"That's cute. I'm just saying, man, there's just some legends that you just, you file under 'bullcrap'"

"And you've got angels on the bullcrap list" Theo says.

"Yep"

"Why?" Dean looks up.

"Because I've never seen one"

"So what?"

"So, I believe in what I can see"

"Dean! You, Theo and I have seen things that most people couldn't even dream about"

"Exactly. With our own eyes. That's hard proof, okay? But in all this time I have never seen anything that looks like an angel. And don't you think that if they existed that we would have crossed paths with them? Or at least know someone that crossed paths with them? No. This is a, a demon or a spirit. You know, they find people a few fries short of a happy meal, and they trick them into killing these randoms"

"Maybe" Dean rolls his eyes.

"Can we just- I'm going stir-crazy man. Hey, let's go by Gloria's apartment, huh?"

"I was just there. Nothing. No sulphur, no EMF..."

"You didn't see any fluffy white wing feathers?" Sam sighs and looks to Theo, who is sat opposite him, shaking her head.

"But Gloria did say the angel gave her a sigh, right beside Carl Gully's doorway"

"Could be something at his house; it's worth checking out" Dean says eagerly.

"I wouldn't mind getting out of this room" Theo says.

Dean is driving as they pull up in front of Carl Gully's house. It is a moderate single-family home with steps leading up to the front door; to the left of the door is a plastic angel figure. Dean mounts the steps and sees it.

"Oh hey, Sam. I think I found it" Dean gestures to the angel "It's a sign from up above" He peers in the window.

"We're laughing on the inside" Theo says. The two wanders around back, through a gate, and Dean follows; they find a wooden storm cellar.

"You know, Gloria said the guy was guilty to his deepest foundations" Sam says.

"You think she literally meant the foundation?" Theo asks. Sam, Dean and Theo open the creaking door and go down the steps, shining flashlights.

"Hm" Theo notices scratches on a wall near the floor; she leans over to get a closer look.

"Hey"

"You got something?" Dean asks. Theo digs at the wall and pulls something out.

"What is it?" Sam asks.

"It's a fingernail" The three share a look. Dean pulls out three shovels from the wall and they begin to dig. Later, a deep pit has been completed to reveal a pile of skeletons.

"So much for the innocent churchgoing librarian"

"It's always the quite ones" Theo says.

"Yeah, well, whatever spoke to Gloria about this knew what it was talking about, I'll give you that"

Dean and Theo are sat on the edge of the bed with a police radio in hand, listening. They look painfully bored.

"We've got a minor TA, involving a motorcycle and a, uh, van, this is at the corner of 28th and Pine, 28th and Pine. As Sam enters, Dean sighs and looks back sadly at the 'Magic Fingers' controller.

"D'you bring quarters?" Dean asks eagerly, almost desperately, looking back at the Magic Finger controller. Sam frowns at the controller.

"Dude! I'm not enabling your sick habit" Sam says, tossing a sandwich at Dean. He hands Theo hers.

"You're like one of those lab rats that pushes the pleasure button instead of the food button until it dies" Theo says, as she takes a bite out of her sandwich.

"What are you talking about? I eat" Dean looks to Sam "And we got news"

"Me too"

"All right, you go first" Theo says.

"Three students have disappeared off the college campus in the last year. All of them were last seen at the library"

"Where Carl Gully worked"

"Yep"

"Sick bastard" Theo says.

"So, Gloria's angel-"

"Angel?" Dean interrupts.

"Okay. Whatever this thing is..."

"Okay, well, whatever it is, it's struck again" Theo says.

"What?"

"We were listening to the police radio before you got here. There was this guy, uh, Zach Smith, some local drunk; he went up to a stranger's front door last night, stabbed him in the heart"

"And then I'm guessing he went to the police and confessed?"

"Yep. Roma Downey made him do it" Dean crosses the room to take a post-it note off the mirror "Now, I, uh...got the victim's address"

Sam, Dean and Theo clumbover the fence into the yard and sneak in through the window. Sam sits down at the computer as Dean and Theo searches the house.

"Find anything?" Sam asks, as Dean and Theo walks into the room.

"Well, Frank liked his catalogue shopping, but that's about all I got" Theo says.

"Not much here. Except he's got this one locked file on his computer, I can't...hold on" Sam presses a few buttons, then grins in triumph "Not anymore. God"

"What?"

"Well, he's got all these emails. Dozen, to this lady named Jennifer" There is a short pause "This lady who's thirteen years old""

"Oh, god" Theo says, face full of disgust.

"Oh, I don't want to hear this" Dean says.

"Looks like they met in a chat room. These emails are pretty personal, Guys. Look at that. Setting up a time and place to meet"

"Great"

"They were supposed to meet today"

"Huh. Well, I guess if you're gonna stab someone, good timing. I don't know, man, this is weird, you know? I mean, sure, some spirits are out for vengeance, but this one's almost like a do-gooder, you know? Like, like a--"

"Avenging angel" Dean turns away "Well, how else do you explain it, Guys? Three guys, not connected to each other, all stabbed through the heart? At least two were world-class pervs, and I bet if you dug deep enough on the other guy--"

"Hey" Theo picks something up.

"What?" Sam and Dean asks.

"You said Carl Guller was a churchgoer, right?"

"Yeah?"

"What was the name of his church?"

"Uh...Our Lady of the Angels?" Sam says.

"Of course, that'd be the name" Dean mutters. Theo holds up a church flier.

"Looks like Frank went to the same church"

Dean, Theo and Sam walk through the sanctuary of the church, speaking to a friendly-looking priest.

"So, you're interested in joining the parish?" Father asks.

"Yeah, well, you know, we just don't feel right unless we hit church every Sunday"

"Where'd you say you lived before?"

"Uh..."

"Fremont, Texas" Theo says.

"Yeah"

"Really? That's a nice town. St. Teresa's parish, you must know the priest there"

"Sure, yeah, no it's uh, Father O'Malley"

"Hmm, I know a Father Shaughnessy"

"Shaughnessy, exactly. What'd I say?"

"You know, we're just happy to be here now Father" Sam says.

"And we're happy to have you, we could use some young blood around here"

"Hey listen, I gotta ask- no offence, but uh, the neighbourhood?" Theo asks.

"Well, it's gone to seed a little, there's no denying that, but that's why what the church does here is so important. Like I always say, you can expect a miracle, bu in the meantime you work your butt off"

"Huh. Yeah, we heard about the murders"

"Yes. The victims were parishioners of mine, I'd know them for years"

"And the killers said that an angel made them do that?" Sam asks.

"Yes. Misguided souls, to think that God's messenger would appear and incite people to murder. It's tragic"

"So, you don't believe in those angel yarns, huh?" Theo says.

"Oh, no, I absolutely believe. Kind of goes with the job description" Sam nods to a painting on the wall.

"Father, that's Michael, right?"

"That's right. The archangel Michael, with the flaming sword. The fighter of demons. Holy force against evil"

"So, they're not really the Hallmark card version that everybody thinks? They're fierce, right? Vigilant?" Theo says.

"Well, I like to think of them as more loving than wrathful. But, uh, yes, a lot of Scripture paints angels as God's warriors. "An angel of the Lord appeared to then, the glory of the Lord shone down upon then, and they were terrified." Sam and Theo nods, Dean looks confused "Luke. Two nine" Dean nods sagely.

"Well, thanks for speaking with us, Father"

"Oh, it's my pleasure. Hope to see you again"

"Hey, Father, what's, what is all that for?" Dean asks, seeing a collection of tribute items at the bottom of the steps.

"Oh, that's for Father Gregory. He was a priest here"

"Was?" Theo asks.

"He passed away right on these steps. He's interred in the church crypt"

"When did this happen"

"Two months ago. He was shot for his car keys"

"I'm sorry"

"Yah, me too. He was a good friend. I didn't even have time to administer his last rites. But like I said, it's a tough neighbourhood. Ever since he died, I've been praying my heart out"

"For what?" Sam asks.

"For deliverance. From the violence and the bloodshed around here. We could use a little divine intervention, I s'pose"

"Well, Padre, thanks. We'll see you again" Theo says. Father goes back inside; Dean, Sam and Theo investigate the shrine.

"Well, it's all starting to make sense. Devoted priest dies a violent death? That's vengeful spirit material right there" Sam shifts uncomfortably "And he knew all the other stiffs, because they went to church here, in fact I'm willing to bet that because he was their priest, he knew things about them that nobody else knew" Theo says.

"Then again, Father Reynolds started praying for God's help about two months ago, right? Right about the time all this started happening?"

"Aw, come on, man, what's your deal?" Dean asks.

"What do you mean?"

"Look, I'll admit I'm a bit of a sceptic, but since when are you all Mr., uh, 700 Club? No, seriously. From the git-go you've been willing to buy this angel crap, man. I mean, what's next, are you going to start praying every day?"

"He does" Theo says.

"What?" Dean asks.

"I do pray every day. I have for a long time" Dean looks startled.

"I often keep you busy when he does" Theo says.

"The things you learn about a guy. Huh. Well, come on, let's go check out Father Gregory's grave" The crypt is a maze of stone hallways, with numerous stone angel figurines. They wanted through slowly, Dean and Theo a little ahead of Sam. As the twins go into another room, Sam stops, looking back at one of the angels. He frowns at it, and the entire room, begin to shake. A brilliant light appears behind him and he turns, confused washing away to a look of awe. Dean and Theo hurried back into the room.

"Sam, come on, get the lead out" They see Sam passed out on the floor, and rushes over.

"Sammy? Sammy! Hey!" Theo and Dean says. Sam jerks awake, groaning.

"Y'okay?" Dean asks.

"Yeah. Yeah. 'm okay" Sam says staring at the stone angel, stunned.

"Come on" Dean hauls Sam to his feet and the twins guid him into the sanctuary, a hand on his arm, and shuts the door behind them.

"You saw it, didn't you? Didn't you"

"Yeah. Yeah. Dean, I saw an angel"

"You..." Sam sits as Theo pulls out a flask, unscrews it and hands it to him.

"All right. Here" Theo says.

"I don't want a drink" Theo shrugs, takes a swig.

"So, what makes you think you saw a, uh, angel?" Dean asks.

"It just, it appeared before me and I just, this feeling washed over me, you know? Like, like- peace"

"Like grace" Theo adds. Sam looks to her confused but nods. He goes to ask her something but is cut of by Dean.

"Okay, Ecstasy Boy, maybe we'll get you some glow sticks and a nice Dr. Seuss hat, huh?"

"Dean, I'm serious. It spoke to me; it knew who I was"

"It's just a spirit, Sam, Okay? And it's not the first one to be able to read people's minds" Dean sits down on another pew "Okay, let me guess. You were personally chosen to smite some sinner. You've just got ti wait for some divine bat signal, is that it?"

"Yeah, actually"

"Great. I don't suppose you asked what this alleged bad guy did?" Theo says.

"Actually, I did, Theo. And the angel told me. He hasn't done anything. Yet. But he will" Dean stands and starts pacing.

"Oh, this is, this is...I don't believe this"

"Dean, the angel hasn't been wrong yet! Someone's going to do something awful, and I can stop it!"

"You know, you're supposed to be bad too, maybe, maybe I should just stop you right now" Theo stands up and grips Dean's collar, staring him straight in the eye.

"You are so lucky that we are in a church because if we weren't you would be on the ground with a bloody nose!" She lets go of Dean's collar and turns to Sam.

"You know what, Dean? I don't understand! Why can't you even consider the possibility?"

"What, and this is an angel?"

"Yes! Maybe we're hunting an angel here, and we should stop! Maybe this is God's will!"

"Okay, alright. You know what? I get it. You've got faith. That's--hey, good for you. I'm sure it makes thing easier" Dean sits again "I'll tell you who else had faith like that--Mom. She used to tell me and Theo when she tucked me in that angels were watching over us. In fact, that was the last thing she ever said to me" Theo smiles sadly.

"I remember that" she says.

"You never told me that"

"Well, what's to tell? She was wrong. There was nothing protecting her. There's no higher power, there's no God. I mean, there's just chaos, and violence, and random unpredictable evil that comes out of nowhere, and rips you to shreds. You want me to believe in this stuff? I'm going to need to see some hard proof. You got any?" There is a small pause "Well, I do. Proof that we're dealing with a spirit"

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