#AND I AM SO GLAD I LOOKED AT NEARLY 1AM MY TIME

[samskaterguy]

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[mattscoquette]

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thank you🥰 i didn’t get to see her in the end unfortunately bc it was packed and i didn’t have time buttt my friends saw her. she looked so beautiful. omg and jonathan bailey was there too!! im back from the concert now it’s nearly 1am. tonight i got to see daniel seavey perform for the first time!!! (idk if you know him, he was in the band why don’t we) he was so so so incredible, i love him. i was hardcore fangirling haha anyway i had such a fun night and am going to knock tf out now and try sleep in tomorrow💗

aaa that’s so exciting !! i’m glad u had fun <3

[potato-jem]

it really brightens my day that you were so excited to hear about my trip, i’m always scared that i’m annoying 😭 but BISCOFF CREAM?! sounds amazing 🤩 

i mean... i haven’t fully caught up, but i’m very close! i’m just trying to get my brain used to doing things again, it’s a bit tired at the moment 😭😭😭 i’m lucky i only missed the first week of lectures, which is mostly introduction stuff, but uni knows no bounds

it was so much better this time!! and also everything was being set up for worldpride so that helped me feel welcome too 🥺 there were rainbow stairs where my friend and i went to dinner :( there was also a rainbow shark somewhere but i didn’t see it

YEAH I WAS SO EXCITED ABOUT THE TRAINS! i saw someone move the seat and i was like :o and i tried both levels, and i have to say top deck is my fav 😌 i think the locals were staring at me and my friend weird because we were both fanboying about the trains...

actually... don’t get mad, but i just never went to bed. i mean i got home at like 12:15 and had a shower and stuff, and it was already 1am, and plus i got some packing and cleaning done as well as painted my nails. it wasn’t a useless three hours at least (i did doze on the plane though!) and the HEAT! it SUCKED! but yeah, worth it for merch/early birthday present! (my birthday is the 4th of march :))

i loveee merch, but yeah, it’s so expensive for no good reason? i mean i’m all about supporting the artist, but $110 for a jumper? (didn’t have to pay for it though ✌️😗) i wore my t-shirt today to uni and the employee at the snack bar i went to asked what night i went. merch is like a magnet 🤩 

i was so upset 😭😭😭 i was so excited to eat that amazing ramen again 😭😭😭 oh well. i’m glad you got to have some good japanese food, and i’m also happy you drove responsibly, because that is more important to me than trying something i recommended (but when you get the opportunity, do try!)

it was so cool! we also managed to run into one of our old teachers at the cupsleeve event? (she didn’t recognise me at first, because i’ve physically changed a lot, but it was funny once she did) and we went both days too, so i got some freebies to give to my friend who couldn’t come :) i had this blue lemonade the first day and a lychee-ade which was purple the next?? they were both so nice! and i knew you would encourage me spending my money, my head was filled with “you’re spending too much money” “but you can’t find this at home and cece would be proud”

it was just chilling on the shelve as if waiting for me, and it was in perfect condition?! i put back like three books just to get it! and i managed to get it home safely too (thank you merch) and cece, it’s beautiful, i can’t wait to read it! and the bookstore is well and truly big enough to live in (i will always find the best bookstores, i’m a bookstore magnet :D) and i will let you know if i do, i will need a new bookshelf to accommodate them first 😭😭😭

it was amazing and just so healing. i feel like no one else i could ever see now matters, i’ve seen rina sawayama and stray kids = my life is complete (everyone else i go to is a side quest :D) i am so incredibly lucky to have seen them, especially in two of the members’ hometown. it was an insane experience and one i will hold dear to my heart forever :’)

if me and my friend are only good at one thing, it’s making an outfit. we looked very cool! (and some of our photos are album cover worthy)

cece that’s so lovely of you, i adore you so much 😭😭😭 and exactly! i love being reminded of how much fun i was having! i can’t imagine the people who just shut up, stop dancing and film videos have much fun at concerts :/ my camera was all over the place, i screamed, i nearly cried, i sang off key on the top of my lungs, and it was so fun!

i think i really needed this trip :’)

hooray for three days off!! you deserve all the days off! and what a perfect way to spend it 🤩🤩🤩 

and yay! that’s so exciting! i totally understand wanting to plan that instead of going to work, it’s so much better to organise fun things to do with friends than deal with stupid people all day long! 😂 and you didn’t tell me that, but i feel like that is a worthwhile and very wise investment 😌😌 

i’m glad to know simba is doing well! i got to pat a cat at work the other day and it made my entire week!

OH CECE THAT MAKES ME SO HAPPY! you don’t understand that makes me so incredibly happy, you have no idea! 🥺🥺🥺 what are your fav songs? i would love to know your thoughts! (also i’m halfway through a perfectly created taylor swift playlist “taylored” to me from one of my best friends, and i am quite enjoying it so far)

thank you for the flowers! i’m hugging you real tight and i’m giving you more biscoff creams <33333333

hello cece my beautiful wonderful beloved soulmate <3

i hope you have been well and looking after yourself! i don’t want you overworking yourself 😭 but it has been two days since i have come back from my trip (i have been exhausted plus i had work and uni to catch up on) so now i am going to sit down and tell you about my trip!! please grab a cup of tea and a snack while you read :)

so i went to sydney again, and i had a much more enjoyable experience this time around. i think it was because i knew what i was getting into, and i stayed in the exact same place, so it was all familiar to me.

although i did try to use the public transport this time, instead of ubering everywhere, and the buses were so bad, but the trains were INCREDIBLE! they were double decker and the back support moved so you could have a single row or two rows of seats face each other??? SO COOL

anyways, me and my friend caught the train to the airport at 4am in the morning 😭😭😭 (and i finished work at 12am!!!!) to get our flight. once we landed in sydney, my friend wanted to get merch from the early presale stand outside the arena and we were outside in 30 degree heat FOR TWO HOURS, with our luggage. good news, my birthday is coming up and my friend didn’t know what to get me, so he bought half my merch 🤭 bad news, i’m ginger and i get sunburnt in two minutes, so think about two hours… the worst thing is we had an umbrella for sun protection, but my right arm and the back of my neck was out so they were FRIED. i’m currently peeling like a reptile but worth it

we got some food from maccas because we were dehydrated and getting heat stroke, and then checked into our room after we managed to get our stuff. we both ended up napping in the afternoon, which we were both surprised about, because i had my phone in my hand still attached to the charger next to my bed and he still had his genshin impact loaded up onto his ipad 😭😭😭

unfortunately the place i wanted to take him to for dinner, the really good japanese place from last time, was under renovation, so we had dinner elsewhere but we had such a good time the rest of our trip

because we went to see stray kids, a kpop group, we had a lot of activities we could indulge in. they had this thing called a cupsleeve event, where someone in the fandom designs a cupsleeve to represent a kpop idol’s birthday, group anniversary or in our case, coming to the city. and i got so many freebies! we went to this kpop store that doubled as a cafe and the drinks were so good! i bought way too much but i have to remind myself that i can’t get it at home 😔

we also went to the biggest bookstore i have ever seen in my life! it took up a whole floor of the shopping centre and it was brilliant. it had books upon books, categories after categories. they even had an entire chinese and japanese section! i also spent a lot of money there BUT my best find was the entire completed infernal devices manga trilogy!! it’s so beautiful and such a rare find, i grabbed it immediately. i couldn’t find the tmi graphic novels though, but they have them on their website, so i might order them in :)

alright, the main event! the concerts! so i went and saw the kpop group, stray kids, two nights in a row! it was amazing. i was and still am a huge fan of their work, but especially because they got me through a really hard time in my life and really were my serotonin while i was at school 😔 i wasn’t allowed to see them when they first came here four years ago (parents: maybe next year, they’ll come! *next year being 2020.*) so i feel like i finally made up for it.

me and my friend also matches outfits! we did black and green (the concert colours) on the first night, and red and white on the second (to match the stray kids colours). i wish i could send you photos, we looked so slay 🤩

i do not have one concert video without me screaming the lyrics (yeah the korean ones too!) in the back. but i don’t care, it was so fun, i had a blast. and it was even better because two of the members of stray kids were from sydney and they just made it feel more homely :) do not regret how much money i spent on them or the sleep i lost at all! i’m so glad i can slowly start to give myself the experiences i missed out on as a kid/teenager :’)

anyways, enough about me! how have you been? what have you been up to? how is simba? 🥺 i adore you so much and i am enclosing this letter with a warm hug <3333

hello nero my amazing perfect beloved soulmate <3

yay i’m so happy to finally hear about this trip!!! i just made myself a cup of tea and brought out some biscoff cream!!

how was the catching up part?? did you manage to catch up without exhausting yourself too much??

nero that’s so great!! i think that having a familiar surrounding is always helpful, and staying in the same place makes it all less scary somehow. i’m really happy it went much better!!

NO WAY THEY HAVE THOSE TRAINS THERE??? they look so cool!!! i’ve seen them on instagram once and i was so jealous of every city who had those trains!! you can literally choose if you want to sit alone or have company and that’s so cool!!! it’s basically a buildable environment!!! i’m getting way too excited about this lol

so you only had like three hours of sleep?? 😭😭😭😭 and you even had to stand in the heat for hours 😭😭😭 but yay!!! merch!!! that’s a really great birthday gift!!! (also when is your birthday??? only if you want to share of course <3)

anyway merch is so amazing and so expensive. this has got to be one of the best presents ever!!! even if it means you’re skinning like a reptile now lol at least it’s just two small spots instead of your whole self 😂 but i get the struggle. i’m not ginger but my skin is so light i always get sunburnt in 0.5 seconds too. definitely not fun, but worth it for some merch :D

that was probably a really fun situation to wake up to, but you both deserved a nap for catching a bus at 4am!!! especially since you had only a few hours of sleep after work!! at least you were rested enough to really enjoy the trip!!

oh no 😭😭 i’m still dreaming about that place!! i went to a my favorite japanese restaurant in my city a few days ago and i really wanted to try that beverage you told me about but i was driving so i couldn’t 😭 i hope this other restaurant was really good too though!!

no way!!! nero this is all way too cool!!! i’m so happy it was so fun and there were so many things to do!!! also this cupsleeves event sounds so cool!! i’m so happy nero, you’re making my day just by telling me about all these freebies and amazing drinks!! and you know i’m always gonna be the little devil on your shoulder telling you that spending money is good and you deserve all that amazing stuff :))

the tid manga trilogy??? how is that even possible omg you can’t find that anywhere!!!! i’m so jealous, i wanna live in this bookstore now 🥺 it’s got to be so amazing!! (you always find the best bookstores, i had no doubt there would be one in this letter too and i was so excited to read about it!!) and let me know if you do order the tmi graphic novels!! i’ve been trying to collect those too hehe

the fact that *next year* was 2020 is so painful. but you saw them two nights in a row!!! that’s amazing!! and it must have been so good to see them after so long, after they’d been by your side in a really tough time 🥹 i’m so happy you got to finally see them live!!

also, the matching outfits?? I LOVE THAT!!! i bet you looked so slay!!! that’s literally the best idea for what to wear to a concert!!!

nero i’m so so happy for you!!! you’ve made my whole day, i’m not even joking!! i’m so happy you’re finally getting to enjoy trips and concerts you couldn’t before!! and this one really sounded so perfect!!! also the videos with you screaming at the top of your lungs to every song are literally the best. i love it when i rewatch a video from a concert and i can hear myself screaming and crying and dying more than i can hear the band or the singer. it just makes me live all those memories and those amazing feelings again!!!

the money spent on this is totally worth it!!! and you can sleep now, uni can wait lol really nero i’m so happy this trip was so good!!! i’m so happy for you!!!

i’m good!! i got three days off from work this week so that was great, and i started to reread chain of iron so that i can reread chain of thorns right after :) i miss them so much already 🥲

anyway i just booked a trip for may, because a friend is coming to visit me and i’m gonna be off work for two weeks so i’m really looking forward to it and now i just wanna skip work and plan the itinerary 😂 and i want to book more trips too. which isn’t great because my bank account is already crying and begging me to stop buying stuff. did i tell you i got the illumicrate edition of chain of thorns with the alternative dust jackets? yeah so my bank account still hasn’t forgiven me for it :,)

simba is also doing really good, he’s eating a lot and sleeping a lot as usual 😌

also, ever since you told me about the rina sawayama concert, and because you always talked so much about her, i kinda started listening to her music a lot more and i’m obsessed with some songs now!!! i adore her style so thank you for this new obsession :>

i’m enclosing a warm hug for you too and a little bouquet of flowers <3

[ameliora-j]

And I've been thinking about the HC with Hotch where you said he'd ask :“who the fuck do you think you’re talking to like that?” when Princess gets an attitude with him and I'm feral okay 😭 what would lead up to that?

oh i am so so glad you asked bc i’ve been HOPING to elaborate

content: mean dom!hotch, sub!fem!reader, choking, spitting, age gap (reader is in their 20’s), 18+ only!

you had been on edge, frustrated all week. with work and grad school assignments on top of that, and you had barely seen aaron lately due to both of your busy schedules. you had a final paper coming up, and you were sitting in his home office writing it up. 50 pages, double spaced, droning on and on and on about the legal analysis of the key goals of the constitution of the united states and how it conflicts with today’s law practices and blah blah blah blah blah.

your head was pounding with a migraine and the words on your paper had become blurred. you were near tears as the burnout was slowly creeping it’s way up your neck and into the back of your head. you took a deep breath, rolled your neck and sighed as you stretched, cracking your back. you heard a gentle tap on the door and then the creaking of the hinges as it opened. “hey, sweetheart? it’s nearly 1am… you almost done?” aaron asks softly as he peeks his head through the door.

“not even close” you mumble, not looking away from your laptop where you were currently restarting the paragraph you were on for the umpteenth time in a row.

he frowns at that, stepping over and gently stroking your hair. “do you want to take a break?” he asks, to which you shake your head. “okay hun, i’ll check back in a while” he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead.

that night, you don’t climb into bed beside him until 3am. his alarm goes off at 5:30, and you wake with him. while he gets ready for work, you go to his home office and start up again on your report. you’re grumpy now, and even more frustrated both due to your lack of sleep.

you don’t mean to.. truly, you don’t. but you take it out on aaron. he calls to you, asking where his things are, as he usually does in the morning, while you call replies back, focusing on your laptop. he’s nearly ready when he pops his head into the door. “hey sweetheart, have you seen my gucci tie?” he prompts gently “the blue silk one that you got me for my last birthday?”

it’s what causes you to snap. it was such a simple question, and you felt so bad about it, but you’re emotions were on high right now. “i don’t fucking know aaron, have you ever considered opening your goddamn eyes and fucking looking for it? i’m not your damn mother nor am i the keeper of your belongings. you’re a big boy, so figure it the fuck out and quit bothering me!” you shout.

aaron is stunned, his eyebrows are raised as he looks at you in both shock and concern. he slowly walks over, his dress shoes clicking against the hardwood as he approaches. he’s silent as he spins the chair so that you’re facing him. you’re ready to snap again, but before you have a chance to make even a sound, his right hand it wrapping tightly around your throat and you’re letting out a quiet moan. “who the fuck do you think you’re talking to like that?” he growls lowly, raising a challenging brow.

all your words die on your tongue and your attitude immediately dissipates as you pout up at him. “i’m sorry daddy…” you whisper quietly, to which he nods.

“there’s my good girl. for a second i was worried i’d have to spank her out of you” he hums. he leans over your body and your mouth opens on instinct, allowing his spit to trail from his mouth and down onto your tongue. “let’s try that again, shall we?” he hums. you’re nodding along dumbly as he speaks, and he smiles at how quickly he was able to turn his smart law student into a dumb, brainless, wordless princess.

“sweetheart…” he begins in that low, taunting voice that never fails to make your thighs clench. “have you seen my gucci tie? the blue silk one that you got me for my last birthday?” he prompts once more with a cocky smile.

“it’s in the toy drawer from the last time you used it to tie me up, sir” you whisper softly. he smiles, still holding your throat as he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your lips.

“thank you pretty girl” he whispers softly. “now,” he hums, reaching behind you, making sure to save your work before he closes his laptop. “i’m going to call my team, and tell them all not to come in until 12. and you’re gonna come with me, and we’re going to go back to sleep, okay?” he whispers.

“but i-“ you begin to argue, but he’s squeezing your throat tighter and you’re moaning.

“it wasn’t a question” he says lowly. it’s the voice that never fails to turn you to mush and make you do whatever he says.

“yes, sir” you whisper, and within seconds you’re standing and allowing aaron to tug you towards the bedroom as he calls the team to let them know they don’t have to come in until later.

don’t worry, he fixes the puddle in your panties before pulling you into his naked chest and letting you fall asleep on top of him ;)

[foreverlilmeowmeow]

What are Friends For? (Hawks x Reader)

Arthur's Note: Hey, guys and gals! Sorry, I've been away and not writing as much. I've been working on some other projects and just haven't had much of a muse to write anything so, happily enough here is the full piece of my last Hawks x Reader and hope you guys enjoy. (Sorry if the ending felt a little rushed, I'm not really good at endings, but I tried.) Anyway, enjoy this beautiful piece and just to let you all know I am taking requests! So please fill free to ask away! my main topics recently are ~Apex ~My Hero Academia ~Overwatch and so much more! So please fill free to request stuff! I'm ready to write again! ~~~~~~~~~~~~

Summary: Hawks had been away on a mission and Mirko finally got you to leave the house..

Warnings: slight depression, sadness, anxiety, happy ending, nothing to serious to worry about.

Words: 1931 ~~~~~~~~~~~~

It had been months since you last saw Keigo.

He was on some special mission and would be gone for quite some time. The apartment feeling lonely as you were use to the loud red feathered birdman stomping around in his cladded boots that when you finally realized that you were alone you felt like a part of you was missing. A part of yourself.

*ring ring*

The sound of your phone went off and the name Mirko appeared on the screen. You sighed not wanting to answer it but knowing well enough she would bother you until you did or she would just show up at your house unannounced and walts in like she owned the place. Her voice was soft as she was just checking in making sure you were okay.

"Hey, y/n, how are you holding up? I know it's been a minute since I last checked in but I just wanted to make sure my birdman's girlfriend was still alive." She joked towards the end as it got a soft chuckle out of you.

"Yeah, I'm still alive… wouldn't want to hurt Keigo any other way." You say as you were laying on the shared king size bed you and Keigo laid on nights he was actually home.

"Good, good, I'm glad to hear." Mirko said as she too was laying in bed. She and you had gotten close over the time as she kept you in check when Hawks was away. The poor girl feeling stressed to the max as if the time you do decide to end things with him would have to deal with Keigo and his outbreak plus yours. The bunny girl hoping, no praying, things worked out as she hoped nothing bad ever happened and that maybe someday she would get an invitation to y' all's wedding. She supported you so much that she hoped marriage was your guys' end game.

"Why are you calling, Mirko? It's nearly 1am… this is later than normal… I-is… is Keigo.. is Hawks okay?" You asked as she was probably the only other person who knew Hawks' actual name.

"Y-yeah! Yeah! He's fine! He and I haven't really chatted since you last spoke to him so were on the same boat on just waiting to see if he returns or not… you know him… all work and no play…" Mirko said as she laughed nervously.

You sighed rolling over to look out the balcony to hope to see your loving boyfriend stand there, waiting to be let in. The city lights beaming as you lived close to town but not close enough to actually be in town, "Then why are you calling me at 1am…"

Mirko sighed, "I heard you haven't left the house in a few days… so I was making sure you were okay… I was also going to invite you out for lunch or dinner because I know you'd be awake because usually this is the time Hawks usually gets home… so I knew you would be awake to chat…" she said as it was true. You started sleeping more during the day and staying up late at night hoping one of these nights your loveable birdman would come home and be with you once again.

"I don't know…" you mumbled, turning back to face the empty room of your apartment, "I just haven't been in the mood to really do anything since Keigo left… I just… I guess I'm depressed, Rumi… I'm depressed because it's been months since I've last heard from him."

Mirko nodded her head understanding. Hawks was one of the very few heroes she got along with and knowing how busy he can get with the commission you're barely lucky if you get a full 24 hours with the man.

"Well, did you wanna give it a try and Mayne come hangout? We could even stay at my place if you want. We don't have to go and eat out. We can order take out and watch a movie or something. You know girl time." She smiled brightly hoping that you would say yes.

You bit your lip as you really didn't want to leave your California king size bed, but the more you stayed in it the more you wished you were in your lover's arms.

"Fine, but if anything happens and I wanna go home.. you have to let me go home.. you hear me?"

Mirko laughed, "I hear you, I hear you." She said as she raised her hands in defense, "So, shall I pick you up or you gonna drive over?"

You sighed once again, "I'll drive. I want that exit if I need it…"

"Sweet! See you tomorrow then." Mirko squealed as you just hid more into your covers.

"See you tomorrow…"

°• ♡♡♡♡♡ •°

“God, why did I agree to do this?” you groaned as you finally arrived at Mirko’s house. You and her had decided to make it a girls’ day as you had been trapped in your house since Hawks had left and honestly being away from home was nice, but the thought of him coming back any minute made you feel guilty as you wanted to be there when he returned.

“You agreed to this because you’ve been sitting at home doing nothing while your boyfriend is kicking ass saving the world. You need to live your life too y/n not just sit around hoping that Hawks will return and save you from the dark that is lingering in your head.” Mirko said as she and you were now sitting in her living room watching some rom com talking about why you were here specifically.

“Well, I’m sorry that I’m such a party pooper and would rather be snuggled up in my bed reading a book or hell waiting for Hawks to return. He deserves all the love he can get, you know.” you countered stuffing your face full of Chinese food.

“I know and he will, but you need to take care of yourself too. Sitting in that giant penthouse isn’t going to make you money and even if he’s paying for it you gotta better yourself. I’m sure he wouldn’t want to hear that you've been sitting in the house mopping away because he isn’t around to make you smile.” Mirko said as she waved her metal chopsticks around while she talked.

You sighed, “Yeah, you're right… but I hate that you're right because honestly living alone again kinda sucks. It's like I got used to him being around and then poof he’s gone and I’m on my own again. As if Hawks never existed, you know.”

It was Mirko’s time to nod her head as she stuffed her face full of what looked to be orange chicken and smiled, “Well, even if it was your imagination, I’m happy our friendship was formed, because being alone sucks, but what doesn’t suck is you.” she said as you smiled back.

“You're right, our friendship is pretty good. I’m happy we became friends.” You said as there was a light thud outside Mirko’s balcony and in through the sliding door outside was the man you and your best friend were talking about.

“I thought I heard someone talking about me, ladies.” Hawks said as you quickly rushed to your feet, nearly tossing what little fried rice you had and jumping into your man’s arms. You didn’t care if you just embarrassed yourself. You just wanted to be in Hawks arms once more and know for sure he was real this time.

“Jeez, what makes you think you can waltz right into my place, Keigo? Couldn’t wait till she got home and see her then?” Mirko grumbled as she stabbed her chicken a few times before finally eating it.

“Sorry, I heard my name come up a few times and just had to make sure both of you were okay. Next time I’ll text you.” Hawks said as he hugged you tightly in his arms.

“Well, I for one am glad you're back home safely. Being away from you was killer, but I do have to say I think I might agree with Mirko on this one. We were having girl talk and with you being here we can’t have girl talk.” you said as you looked over at Mirko and winked at her.

“Yeah what she said!” Mirko said trying to back you up. You were excited your boyfriend was home and safe, but another part of you was happy that Mirko actually got you out of the house and out of your funk. You had been in bed just laying there waiting for him to return home and now that he was indeed back you just couldn’t help but wish he was gone for a little bit longer.

“Wow, I wouldn’t expect that to come from you baby bird, do you really mean that?” Hawks said as he looked down at you still in his arms.

You nodded, “yeah, Mirko and I haven’t really been hanging out and being here has been really fun. So, if you don’t mind I can stop by your place after I’m done here and..” you stopped talking as Mirko made some gagging noises and blushed, “What?! You guys are being gross and I honestly don’t want to hear it. So…” Mirko said as the three of you laughed. Hawks sighing as he let you go and asked, “What time will I be seeing you?”

“Maybe later tonight?” you said as you looked back at Mirko and then back at him.

“Are you trying to kidnap my girlfriend?” Hawks playfully asked Mirko as she smirked, “Maybe? Is it working?”

You laughed as you removed yourself from Hawks’ arms and smiled, “Is it kidnapping if I agree to it?”

Mirko shook her head, “No, but just know I may not give you back if you stay the night. Honestly, I like having you around and might ask you to just move in.”

“Like as roommates?” You asked as you looked over at Mirko with an arched brow.

“Exactly like roommates.” Mirko smiled as she finished her orange chicken and tossed the small take out box in the trash.

“But aren’t you gone as well? So it wouldn’t be any different if I was at Hawks or here.”

Mirko nodded her head, “True, but at least you wouldn’t have to worry as much as I’m not on the higher missions like your boyfriend over here.”

Hawks gasped as he moved to the couch you and Mirko were sitting at and got comfy, “Just because I’m the number two hero, doesn't mean I just work all the damn time. I just have other missions I have to do, it just takes me longer to get home, but I always come home. You know that right, baby bird?”

You gave a solid nod.

“Good, now since we're done talking about who’s living where. I’ll leave you two be. I know I just sat down and got comfy, but I want my two favorite girls to have girl time so-” Hawks leaned down and gave you a kiss on the cheek and told you he would see you later that evening. Mirko giving the big bird man a hug showed him back the way he came and sat back down, you on the other hand smiled knowing that even though you had missed him, seeing him for the small amount you did made you happy. You were happy he was safe. You were happy that he was home again.

[malleux]

spell [2]. | corpse husband

part one ; part three

-> Pairing: Corpse Husband x Fem!Reader

-> Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst

-> Warnings: Hate Comments, Self Doubt, Anxiety, Cursing

-> A/N: thank you for 1k notes on part one! i’m so glad everyone likes my work. it’s really nice getting this much love after taking a hiatus on my fire emblem writing blog. i hope y’all enjoy it and stay on the lookout for part three!

corpse husband taglist is closed!

Two weeks.

It’s been two weeks since you joined Sean’s Among Us stream.

While that was your first public appearance, you had joined three others after that and already you were blowing up on almost every social media platform you had. The attention was kind of nice, you had to admit, but sometimes the anxiety of becoming a public figure weighed heavily on your shoulders.

During that time, you turned to your friends who were used to such scrutiny: Sean, Felix, and now Corpse, who you’ve been talking to every day for those two weeks.

It was another one of those nights where, at 1am, you were on Facetime with said man. His screen was dark, as usual. He hadn’t shown his face yet and you respected that. You didn’t need to see him to talk to him, or be his friend, or develop a slight crush on him. All of which you did.

The call was relatively silent on your end. Corpse was on Facetime with you, yes, but he was also on a call in Discord, once again playing Among Us.

You often wondered if playing that game was all your new friends did anymore.

You stayed quiet, letting Corpse play the game and avoiding his fans finding out about your call. You had college work to finish anyways, so the silence was rather helpful.

“We should ask Y/N if she wants to play. I wanna meet her.” Sykkuno’s voice rang out from the Discord call. He was right- you’d never met him. He and Corpse seemed extremely close, though, so you’d love to talk to him. A friend of your crush friend was a friend of yours.

“She’s busy tonight.” Corpse responded.

“Yeah, she’s got an exam coming up- wait, how do you know?” Sean joined in, questioning Corpse.

“Uh, I mean we’re on Facetime right now, I guess.” Your heart sped up- now his fans knew. “She’s studying. We’re just hanging out.”

“Didn’t you guys ‘hang out’ last night as well? It seems like you’re trying to take my best friend away from me.” Sean joked back.

“I mean, I definitely am.”

Your breath caught in your throat. What was that supposed to mean? Sean was obviously kidding, but the tone in Corpse’s voice wasn’t the one he used when he was joking as well.

Felix suddenly butted in. “Ooooh, I think Corpse-y has a little crush.”

“And if I do?”

Y/N.exe has stopped working.

꧁꧂

Three weeks, now, that you’ve been talking to Corpse daily.

One week since Corpse’s crush comment and one week that you’ve endured countless mentions and tags on Instagram and Twitter, constantly talking about #CorpseY/N.

You didn’t really mind the shipping, often losing yourself in daydreams about driving those two hours down from your apartment in Los Angeles down to San Diego and running into his arms. It didn’t help when he mentioned wanting you to come visit one day.

You just worried about how Corpse felt about them. He was still relatively new to blowing up on the internet as well, his fame suddenly skyrocketing in the past few months, so you weren’t sure if he was comfortable with them. You didn’t want to bring it up, either, fearing that the discussion would make things awkward between the two of you.

For now, you were rather content with just scrolling through the #CorpseY/N hashtag, looking at the pictures and nice things people had to say about you both.

“they’re so cute when they talk to each other, you can just tell Corpse meant it when he said he was trying to steal Y/N away.”

“#CorpseY/N is my new favorite thing. Everyone shut up this is all I’ll be talking about from now on.”

“God why can’t they just be together already? #CorpseY/N”

Everyone was so supportive and sweet, it almost made you feel like you already were Corpse’s girlfriend. Although your heart hurt when you were brought back to reality, you couldn’t help but love the comments that everyone left. They were amazing.

Until they weren’t.

There are always two sides of the same coin. Along from the supporters and their loving actions, there were also those who seethed at the idea of you and Corpse.

They scrutinized everything about you to the point that you made your Instagram account- already with 30k followers- private.

Haters talked about you. Your body, your personality, how you weren’t worthy to even talk to Corpse and the rest of the Youtubers, and so much more. You’ve spent many nights with your Facetime mic muted so that Corpse couldn’t hear the small sobs coming from you.

These thoughts were almost always on the back of your mind, but you were sometimes able to push them away.

Like now- as you focused on your exam. Well, tried to focus. There comes to be a time where one can only hear so many negative things about themselves before they can’t ignore it anymore.

But alas, you tried your hardest and finished your exam, before walking out of the room and pulling out your phone. Now, you had a break before your new classes started and you’ve never been more relieved. You pulled up a certain contact and clicked on the message icon, beginning to type.

you:

i’m finished! up next, a break.

corpse:

I hope you did well. How long is your break?

you:

two weeks!

corpse:

Come spend it in San Diego

You stopped in your tracks, taken aback by the offer. You really didn’t think that he’d invite you over, but you weren’t about to complain. Instead, you sent back an ‘I’ll pack tonight :)’ and rushed home to do just that.

Corpse called you as you packed, just like he calls every night. You were used to the routine now, often falling asleep around 3am as he stays on the phone, doing whatever he does with his ruined sleep schedule until you wake up and say good morning.

Tonight, however, you were too jittery to sleep. You stayed up all night with Corpse, talking about anything and everything, like usual.

What wasn’t usual, though, was how distracted he sounded. It made you nervous- was he having second thoughts about inviting you over? Was something wrong?

Your thoughts nearly overwhelmed you, forcing you to say something.

“Are you okay, Corpse?” You tried to hide the small shake in your voice.

“Hm? Uh, yeah, yeah, everything’s good. Why?”

“It doesn’t sound like it. What’s going on? You’re acting off.”

His side of the phone was silent for a moment, before he let out a sigh. “I’m just thinking about what I’ve got to do before you get here tomorrow. Like, cleaning and stuff.”

“Pshh, that doesn’t matter to me.” You waved your hand, even though he couldn’t see it in the darkness of your room.

“It’s just that, my apartment isn’t… the best. It’s small and there’s only one bedroom and it’s kind of shitty. I just don’t want it to be even more shitty.”

“Corpse, I’m coming there to spend time with you, not your apartment. I don’t care what any of that shit looks like. I’m going to be looking at you and hanging out with you. Not your apartment.” You didn’t mean to go on a tangent of reassurance, but you truly meant all of your words. “Hell, I might not even see the apartment because I already know I won’t be able to look away from you.”

“I- God, give me a minute. That took me off guard.” He laughed. “But thank you. I may not even be able to clean because I’ll be distracted too.”

“By what?”

“You, standing in front of me, in person.” You could hear the smile in his voice. “That’s a fucking dream come true.”

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[geocookie21]

Sick

I am sick and miserable today and have been feeling needy for Master fics. Also Thirteen fics but let’s start with Master. Dhawan!master to be exact.

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Lying in bed, not able to get comfortable AT ALL and being stuffy is not how you expected this weekend to go.

When the Master dropped you off on Thursday morning you had felt a little run down, with a cough every so often, nothing like this. No, last night, around 1am Saturday morning, your nose decided to get blocked and stay that way no matter how many times you blew it. You felt warm, clammy and uncomfortable no matter what you did. Sniffling and coughing, rubbing your nose and scratching your eyes….you were miserable. And it only got worse as the day went on. Cold medicine on goes so far.

The one thing you wanted? Not really a thing, but a who. You wanted The Master. You didn’t tell him you were sick and you don’t think he noticed when he dropped you off. Why would he notice a total of 3 coughs in the space of several hours anyway? You were home when your illness got worse, thankfully.

You never wanted to seem weak to him, your human so you know what he thinks of your race anyway. You didn’t want to give him an excuse to criticise you further. Not while your sick. Luckily he was away and left you here to fulfil his evil plan. Probably blowing up a planet.

Eyes closed and laughing mentally at the image of the master enjoying himself like a child on Christmas, you failed to hear the low hum of a TARDIS landing (with its breaks off until they are actually needed)

Kicking the blanket off of yourself while coughing meant to missed the sound of TARDIS doors opening. Eyes remaining closed so you didn’t see the extra person in the room. You were glad the Master wasn’t here to see you so miserable and weak. Sure that he’d leave you here forever if he saw you.

Mental energy spent, thinking of the Master, left you falling asleep. Unaware that the extra person in the room was walking slowly towards you. Concern written all over his expression. Now only skirting the edge of consciousness, you felt the cool hand that had placed itself on your forehead. You whines as you leaned your face into it more, trying to cool yourself down. Feeling somehow safe enough not to question the hands origins.

Though you heard it, you weren’t nearly awake enough to hear the concern in the spoken “Foolish human. What have you done to yourself” and you DEFINITELY didn’t notice the gentle hand moving your position to a more comfortable one. Not scrunched up into a ball out of self pity. The cooling hand removed itself, much to your semi-conscious whining, to bring your blanket around you.

The sound of footsteps led to quiet for a minute or two, in which time you had fallen asleep.

The Master returned to your side with a cooling cloth for your forehead and some cold medicine. He had seen what you were taking and threw it out of the window. “It’s not good enough for my human. She needs to be better right now!”

He brought his, Human safe, alien cold medicine to your bedside, he’d have to wait till you woke up so he could monitor you and make sure it works to his liking. Running a mental checklist, his thought halted when you started murmuring. He leaned in closer to hear you, if you were in pain he would wake up up and give you the medicine now. He wasn’t counting on hearing you call out for him. “Master….where” His cold heart melted. Actually melted, his whole expression melted.

“I want…I want master” he couldn’t hold back any longer, you called out for him. You NEEDED him. And he’d be DAMNED if he wasn’t going to be there for his little human when she was so weakly calling out for him. So he climbed into bed next to you and held your head to his heart. Knowing you found comfort in his double heart beat.

It was only an hour later that you roused. Eyes remained closed, you felt where you were. Comfortable beyond belief and mentally subdued, you didn’t quite notice the other presence. Until you coughed. A comforting hand fell to your back, rubbing it up and down and patting you slightly. Another hand with a handkerchief slightly in front of your mouth.

Catching your breath, you opened your eyes. Seeing a chest with a familiar purple vest. (RHYMES!😂) Listening to your surroundings you could hear soft spoken words. “It’s ok love, breath” “hush now, I have you” “easy now. Breathing in a familiar after shave and feeling HIS hand stroking your back you finally looked up to his face.

Dark chocolate eyes locked to yours. Hypnotic intensity keeping you captive as you struggled to regain your breathing. The Master was here, seeing you sick and weak. Your soft whine and small struggle against him caused him to frown a little. ‘Why is she scared of me? What’s wrong?’ He thought he had hurt you. He would never hurt his little human.

“Sh..shh..shh what’s wrong? It’s ok, I’ve got you little one” his soft spoken words calmed you to a stop. Yet you still whined and hid your face.

“Come now, tell your Master. Let me take care of my human” your hand reaching towards his second heart and grabbing at his shirt, a move you only did when you felt small and nervous.

Aided by his soft commands, you found the strength to speak. I say you found it, it was his strength, you only submitted to it. “I’m weak. I’m weaker than normal and you’re going to leave me” chocking on a sob before you finished your sentence.

Widening eyes at your tears led to a coo of comfort from your master. His own human, thinking herself weak? How could the universe be so cruel. “Love, even I get sick. After a regeneration I need a day or two before I can even stand! And to think you were looking after yourself before I came back. You are not weak, little human. And I am never leaving you here.” bloodshot eyes met chocolate at his reassurance. And unspoken promise of safety and belonging. Silent negotiations came to an end with the Master reaching for the cold medicine, determined to cure his human. “Open for me love. This will help” his own mouth opening slightly to encourage you. Not that you needed much encouragement, you trusted him not to poison you. “So obedient. Good girl. You’ve earned a reward” despite the redness, your eyes began to glow with joy.

He leaned back, pulling you with him. Curling up to him with a gentle hum, your heavy eyelids still locked to your Masters face, eager to hear your reward. A pleased smile crossed the Masters expression, speaking soft as to not rouse you from your sleepy state. “There’s a planet, with a pink sunset that lasts 54 hours. Mountains made of rocks so soft, they may as well be pillows. Air so clear that your lungs feel brand new. You’ve done so well to take care of yourself. Next time, however, you call me. Let Master take care of you now. I know better ways to make my human well again. So rest, Master has you now”

You couldn’t tell is he had actually hypnotised you to sleep, or if you were really tired from your cold. But his voice lulled you to a comfortable sleep. Safe with the knowledge that your Master would take care of you. And he was never going to leave you.



[mercieshana]

My Dog’s Bitch

Teaser: There’s an unexpected (sexual) turn of events when your dog turns out to not actually be just a dog, but a werewolf!

Characters: Reader x Jungkook 

“Warning”: Werewolf Jungkook!!! Fingering, biting, oral sex (reader receiving), actual unprotected sex, creampie, domination, force,...just a whole lotta dominant shi babyyyyy! So prepare your underwear lol! 

Word count: ~ 3.5k 

Note: I know I’m a sucker for not having posted in so long and I apologize. I’m also sorry I haven’t gotten to some of the requests, but I hope this makes up for it. I also hope y’all enjoy this and as per usual PLEASE do not mind the typos, it’s like past 1am out here.. I will correct them asap. Enjoy~

“Kota,” you called happily, as you held a silver bowl full of meat in your hand. Not even a second later a dark grey wolf appeared in front of you, its tail wagging and its tongue hanging out of its mouth, as it anticipated what was to come. 

“Sit, Kota,” you held up your index finger and the wolf sat down in front of you. 

“Good boy!” you praised him with a few rubs and then sat the bowl down in front of him. He didn’t hesitate and immediately began to dig in. Honestly, you didn’t know where Kota had come from. He just appeared in front of you one day, looking hungry. He didn’t seem aggressive or wild, on the contrary, he seemed to be familiar with humans and maybe he was abandoned by his owner or something of the sort. Well, it didn’t matter much, because you took him in, had him checked by the vet who found nothing wrong with him and had him stay with you. It had been about a month since you had found him and you were sincerely glad to have him. Living on your own had proven to be a bit scary and unusual, so you appreciated his companionship. Although, there were some strange things Kota did, like follow you into the bathroom, sniff your underwear and growl at any male company you had over, you’d just dismissed it as a “dog thing”, until that fateful day. 

It happened in the kitchen. You were casually preparing Kota’s breakfast by chopping up some meat and some fish among other things, until you heard a voice ring from behind you. 

“What’s for breakfast? The usual?” 

“Yep, fish and-,” you froze. Who was talking? You lived alone in the apartment with Kota. Was it a stalker? You gripped the knife you were using to chop meat a little tighter. Where was Kota? Your train of thought was interrupted when two large hands came down on either side of the counter, trapping you against the counter. 

“You smell good as usual,” you felt the stranger take a whiff of your scent and suddenly you became painfully aware of the fact that you were only wearing an oversized t-shirt and some panties. 

“D-don’t,” you shouted as you swiftly turned around with your knife in hand, forcing the stranger to back off. Finally, you were able to get a good look at him...he was...hot?! He had dark grey-ish silver-ish hair with strands of it dangling in front of his dark green eyes. He was quite tall and had a rather athletic body and was dressed in nothing but your robe. You were so confused and as if he could read your mind, he smirked, letting you have a glance at his overly sharp and prominent canines. 

“Wow there. We were getting along so well...Put down the knife, (Y/N), pleasssee?” he batted his eyes at you. 

“Who are you? And how do you know my name?” you asked and the boy gave you an amused look.

“It’s me, (Y/N). “Kota”, but, well, I prefer to be called Jungkook,” the boy stated, as he ran one of his large hands through his hair.

“K-Kota?” you nearly dropped your knife in shock, “How?! You were a-”

“Wolf, yes,” he finished your sentence with his arms folded, “Well, technically I am what you would call a werewolf, but I feel like you’re already too overwhelmed to be able to absorb that information.”

“A werewolf? What? How?” were the last words you said before you fainted. 

The next thing you knew you were in your bed, staring up at the ceiling. You must’ve been dreaming, you thought. There is no way Kota would ever just become an amazingly sexy dude out of nowhere. Your mind was definitely playing tricks on you. You chuckled to yourself. What a crazy dream. You sat up and the covers slipped down, exposing your bare chest. You must’ve gone to sleep naked, as per usual.

“Oh, so you’re finally awake,” a familiar unfamiliar voice uttered. Confused your eyes travelled to the foot of the bed, only to see Kota—no Jungkook—staring back at you, only dressed in a robe that barely covered anything of his, since it was way too small. 

Your face turned red and your hands shot up to cover your upper body, as soon as you realized that his eyes went from staring at yours to staring at your chest. 

“Don’t worry, I’ve seen it plenty of times,” he chucked and you blushed, turning away to hide your flushed face in your pillows. 

“Don’t hide from me,” he hissed and shivers ran down your spine, as you felt the bed shift and suddenly, his breath was tickling the nape of your neck. The way his hot breath was hitting your sensitive skin turned you on, but you’d never admit it, because if what he was saying was true then...he was Kota and Kota was your dog. Getting turned on by your dog was just wrong and you weren’t about to have any of it. 

“I know you heard me,” his suddenly authoritarian voice rang through your ears, and you felt him get closer and closer, until his lips were nearly pressed against the shell of your ear. 

“I said,” he growled, as the covers were suddenly ripped off of you, exposing your naked body to him, “Don’t hide from me.” 

“W-what are you doing?!” you lifted your face from the pillows and found Jungkook towering above you, his fixed gaze seemed like it was piercing through you, with his green eyes darkening mysteriously. 

“What I’ve wanted to do for a long time,” you watched him lower his head, until his lips touched the skin between your shoulder and the nape of the neck. First, he simply caressed your skin carefully, watching amusedly as you tried to fight the whimpers that were threatening to slip past your lips. 

“Are you enjoying this?” you could hear the smirk in his voice. 

“No, I’m not!” you nearly shouted, “Now let me go!” You tried to sit up and felt something hard press against the soft skin of your ass. You swallowed hard. If it was what you thought it was...then it was his d—

“Get off of me,” you somehow managed to get the man to fall down on the bed next to you, allowing you enough time to hop off of the bed and pick up one of the t-shirts on the floor that you held against your body like a knight would a shield. 

“Feisty..I like that,” the wolf-boy smirked, licking his lips, as he eyes you like a predator does its prey.

“N-now, now, Kota. I am your owner and I’m in control. You listen to me,” you backed up until your body hit the wall. You glanced at the door that was on the opposite side of you and then down at Kota who slowly sat up on the bed and began to make his way towards you, with the robe now hanging down his shoulders, exposing his perfectly sculpted and chiseled upper body. 

“Sit, Kota! Stay back!” you waved your index finger in the air, shouting the commands that had worked countless times when Kota was in his dog form. 

“I’m in control now, (Y/N),” he flashed you his canines yet again, as he slowly stalked towards you. Your heart was going 1000mph and you felt your core heat up at the sound of his voice. It was so wrong, but the fact that it was turned you on even more. 

“Look at how wet you are for me already,” you froze. How did he know? You gulped down and took a look at your lower body that was partially covered by your t-shirt. 

“Oh, I don’t need to see. I can smell you,” he laughed devilishly and you only became more excited. 

“That’s a lie,” you swiftly retorted, now deciding to try and make a run for the door, as the distance between the two of you was becoming smaller and smaller by the second. 

“It’s the truth. Let me prove it,” were the only words you heard before you found yourself pushed against the wall you had just sprinted away from, your arms on either side of you with your ponytail tangled in Kota’s hand, holding you there against the wall. Your heart skipped a beat when you realized that your t-shirt was on the floor next to you, meaning that your body was completely exposed to him.

“See,” shivers ran down your spine as soon as you heard his playful voice, “you’re wet, (Y/N).” He ran a finger through your slick folds, earning a suppressed whimper from you. Fuck, did that feel good.

“I-I’m not w-wet! I’m n-not enjoying this at all. I just have to pee,” you made up a stupid lie, hoping that he wouldn’t catch on to the fact that your body was craving him. 

“Ohhhh,” you heard him chuckle mischievously, before you felt his finger push past your folds and inside of your core, “let me help.”

“W-wait, Kota, ah~,” you squirmed, as his finger began to push in and out of you making lewd noises. You couldn’t even fight him. You were completely at his mercy. The squelching only increased when he added a second one of his large, long fingers and you moaned when he found your g-spot.

“There we go,” he repeatedly began to aim for that spot, earning increasingly louder whines from you, as his fingers fucked you better than anyone ever had, hell, better than you had ever fucked yourself. 

“Kota, please, I can’t take it anymore,” your legs began to shiver, as you were rushing towards the edge. 

“What? Another finger? Gotcha,” as soon as he stuffed his third finger inside of your tight cavern you were forced to let go. The orgasm hit you harder than a train and you moaned, not even being able to throw you read back, let alone move it, as Jungkook was firmly holding it in place, so he could watch your every facial expression. Your legs gave out, as you became a bit lightheaded and Jungkook caught you, before you could hit the floor. You glanced up at him and realized his gaze had turned hungry. Your chest heaved up and down, as you attempted to regain your breath. 

“Come on. I’m far from done with you,” he growled assertively, before his strong arms tossed you on the bed. You were laying on your back, propped up on your elbows, as you watched Jungkook stalk up the bed and towards the area between your legs. 

“Kota, wait—” 

“Jungkook and no. I’ve been wanting to taste this. It smells delicious,” he interrupted you, as he grabbed ahold of both of your legs and spread them apart. Suddenly, images of him sniffing your panties as a wolf flashed back into your head and you blushed. Was he getting turned on by your scent even back then? 

You tried to close your legs, but his hands wouldn’t budge. In fact, he spread them apart even farther to the point where it was nearly painful. You winced and he glared up at you from between your legs, famished. 

“Don’t deny me what is mine,” he said dominantly, making sure you knew that he was in charge and you were at his mercy. 

“(Y/N), tell me, whose pussy is this right here?” he asked, as he lowered his head between your thighs, making sure they stayed spread with his two hands that were firmly keeping them apart. 

“Jungkook, wait. This is wrong. Y-you’re my dog and—,” your protests were cut short by him saying “It’s alright. I’ll remind you by spelling his name for you.”

And with that he spread your folds apart and had his tongue lick a stripe up your sex. 

“Ahhahh~,” you threw your head back in pleasure, the initial feeling of his tongue against your not-yet-satisfied core rendering you unable to form words. Jungkook smiled cockily, knowing exactly what he was doing to your body that he studied as your pet whenever you went and took a shower, whenever you walked around in only an oversized t-shirt, whenever you went to bed naked and whenever you were masturbating in your room and you forgot that he was there. He knew everything about your body, well in theory at least and he was so excited that he was now able to touch it and pleasure you, as well as himself. 

“Now, it starts with a J,” he stated, before having his tongue spell the letter “J” against your sensitive skin, flicking your clit in the process, winning yet another lewd moan from you. His cock was already hard as a rock and was ready to explore your core from the inside, but Jungkook wanted to taste the sweetness he had smelled on your panties so many times before and it was no surprise to him that you tasted exactly like you smelled — like candy. He simply couldn’t get enough of you and after spelling out his name on your pussy, he began to hungrily lap at it, like a dog, and it drove you absolutely crazy. You could no longer suppress any of your moans and by now your whole body was tembling in pleasure. He was eating you out so good you nearly forgot your own name. Who cared that he was your pet wolf/dog about an hour ago or whatever? You had never felt like this before, but you were so turned on all you could think about was getting to your orgasm. 

“Ahahhhahhh~,” he made your toes curl, as he shoved his tongue into your tight pussy, tasting the inside of you with his wet muscle. Suddenly, the pleasure halted and you were left confused and wanting for more. You swiftly propped yourself back up and found Jungkook staring at you through the strands of his hair with his angry big, fat and long cock in his right hand with pre-cum dripping from it. 

You swallowed hard. It was absolutely humongous. Was he planning on putting that inside of you? It would never fit!! 

“W-wait..you’re not planning on—,” he moved up and towered over you, your back pressed against your mattress with your eyes staring up at his face. He was staring down at you with his lusty green eyes, with his hands placed on either side of your head and one of his knees between your legs, so you couldn’t close them. He must’ve lost the robe at some point, because you just now realized that he was no longer wearing it which would explain why you were able to see his full nakedness. Before you could even utter a word, his lips came crashing into yours. It felt magical and it was a kiss you never knew you needed. It was soft, but rough at the same time. The way his tongue forced its way into your mouth and engaged into a fiery tango for dominance against your tongue, which it easily won, turned you on. You were dripping wet and there was nothing you could do about it. He really was unlike anything you’d ever known. You subconsciously kissed him back and before you knew it he was kissing down your body, leaving marks all over it. It was as if he was leaving evidence of his presence behind, so you wouldn’t forget who you belonged to.

“Now, (Y/N),” he suddenly flipped you over on all fours and positioned himself behind you. Your heart rate increased when you felt the tip of his enormous dick run through your folds. 

“Who’s pussy is this?” you could yet again hear the smirk in his voice and you paused for a moment. You were literally about to get fucked by your dog. This really wasn’t right. You had to stop it before it was too late. 

“Wait,” you started, until you, all of the sudden, felt his big member push past your lips and into your core forcefully, filling you all the way up, as if it were about to rip you in half, eliciting a loud “JUNGKOOK!” from you. 

“That’s right, (Y/N). Your pussy is mine,” wanting to feel more of your heavenly, sweet walls, he leaned all the way against your ass, pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside of you, forcing you to let out a string of curses. His dick was so gigantic it hurt. You couldn’t take it. You tried to move away, but he caught on too fast and before you knew it, he had you by the ponytail and pulled you back onto his member. 

“Don’t you run from me, (Y/N),” he growled, as he began to fuck you harder than you had ever been fucked in your life. At first you screamed in pain, the stretch was uncomfortable, but once you got used to it you started to scream in pleasure. He was making you feel so good your eyes rolled tot he back of your head. He was literally fucking you like a dog. The two of you were in a doggy-style position on the bed and he was nearly laying on you, pushing you down onto the mattress, so you had no choice, but to take his dick that he was ramming so deep inside of you that only his balls were left hanging out. 

“You like it, (Y/N)?” he questioned, his canines sinking into your skin, leaving bite marks on the area around your shoulder. 

“J-jungkook—ah~,” you were hardly able to speak, let alone form a sentence. You don’t know what he was doing to you, but it was intoxicating. 

“Should I really mark you as mine, (Y/N)? Make it so every dog, wolf and werewolf can smell that you are mine? Hm?” the dirty words he was uttering only made you wetter—if that was even possible. You couldn’t even really comprehend his intention behind those words anymore. He could do whatever he wanted to you. His dick was like a drug and it made you completely helpless. At this point you were down for whatever. Jungkook was now the master and you were the pet. The roles had been reversed. 

“Fuck, (Y/N). I’m gonna cum,” he barked, his thrusts slowly becoming erratic. What would his cum feel like inside of you? Warm? Would it fill you up even more? You don’t know how, but for a brief moment those thoughts crossed your mind that had been completely unable to think at all a second ago. 

“(Y/N), say it. Say Jungkook, I’m your bitch,” he snarled violently, his dick still thrusting deep inside of you. 

“J-J—,” you were interrupted by is loud hiss, “Say it, (Y/N)!”

You don’t know what came over you, but before you could even understand what was happening, you moaned, “Jungkook, I’m your bitch!”

And that did it to him. You felt his cock twitch, as his orgasm ran through him, inciting your own orgasm as well. You felt his seed spill into you and paint your walls white, as he groaned. It was so much and he wasn’t pulling out. He buried his dick deep inside of you, as your walls convulsed around him, milking him of his cum. You stayed like that for a few minutes, while he was unloading his seed inside of you, just like a dog would. You were incapacitated by his body that was resting on top of yours, but you don’t think you would’ve moved even if it hadn’t been there. Just the thought and the fact that he was ejaculating inside of you made you reach your peak yet again. He had made you cum at least three times and that was insane. It was like he had put you in a trance. 

“Ughhh,” he growled, as he carefully pulled his sensitive cock out of you. His cum spilled out the moment he did and you were glad he couldn’t see the sinfully lewd expression you were wearing on your face. It felt so good. 

You suddenly felt his presence right next to your right ear as he whispered, “Now the whole neighborhood will know you’re mine.” 

You blushed, as shivers made their way down the length of your spine yet again. What was he saying?! You slipped away from under him and rushed to the bathroom to process what had happened. This had to be a dream! This couldn’t be real! You leaned against the door and quickly locked it, exhaling loudly. You needed to wake up. You turned on the sink and splashed your face with cold water. Wake up, wake up, wake up! However, nothing was changing. You were still standing in front of the sink looking at your reflection in the mirror. Your body was covered with hickeys and bite marks, your hair was all messed up and cum was leaking from your red and abused pussy. 

Your jaw dropped, as you screamed internally. You had really just become your dog’s bitch! 

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Verboten - Chapter Eleven.

Update is a day early this week, guys! I’m at a wedding all day tomorrow and won’t have time on Friday, so enjoy :) 

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“How many hours now?”

“Five.”

“My arse is starting to go to sleep.”

“I wish you’d fuckin’ go to sleep!”

“Can’t leave you guys to snatch up all the glory if I’m asleep when we swoop, can I?”

“We ain’t gonna be swooping anytime soon, I don’t think. He doesn’t usually move until well after 1am.”  

Tyler and Jimmy had been sitting in the same unmarked Audi up the street from a known drug dealer in downtown Brisbane for the last five hours, the latter considerably less comfortable with the situation than the former. Being a former military man, Tyler knew how to bide his time well. Constable James Broadhurst, however, was a different matter entirely.  

“30434, what’s the latest from your position? And is Jimmy still driving you mental? Over.” Came the voice of fellow senior constable, Ryan Atkins from his radio.  

“30434, all quiet from here. How about round the back, Ry, anything notable? And yeah, he is. Wishing I could slip some ketamine in his water bottle or something, knock him out for a few hours. Over.”

The laughter of Ryan as well as the officer with him in a second concealed position echoed over the radio, Jimmy pulling a disgruntled face while opening a large bag of crisps. It was confirmed that the back entrance to the apartment block was all quiet, just the usual comings and goings from other residents and nothing notable.  

Currently, there were four separate cars, three uniformed officers and one vehicle containing the plain clothed detectives overseeing the bust, waiting to roar into life and swoop upon the man within the building they were staking out, whom they had it on good authority would be dealing a very large amount of heroin on that particular night. A fire fight was expected, hence the heavy police presence.  

“Crisp?”

“Nah mate, I’m good. Don’t get crumbs everywhere though or Alan will put pepper spray in your coffee again.” Alan was Seargeant Alan Bilston, their immediate superior, who expected all cars to be returned in the state they’d left the station in, and who also liked to torture Jimmy at whatever opportunity he got.  

Jimmy shuddered at the thought, remembering well taking a sip and nearly choking, much to the delight of his commanding Seargeant. “That man isn’t right. He has a sadistic streak.”

“You do bring it on yourself most of the time.” Tyler was quick to point out, his cohort snorting and huffing through a mouthful of crispy fried potato.  

He was quiet then other than his chewing, Tyler glad of the peace. Jimmy was a great guy, but perhaps not the best to be stuck in a car with for anything up to eight hours, as it looked very much like they would be that night. Not only was he more used to having to have such patience, though, Tyler did have an added advantage of a welcome distraction every so often.  

‘I’m in the bath, relaxing. I can’t believe I did fourteen hours today. Fourteen! Are you still in the car?’

‘You’ve earned it. Was it that company who were a pain in the arse about the plan you drew up for them again? And yeah, I am, so my replies might be slow as I can’t look at my phone too much. Gotta be ready to move in at a moment’s notice.’

‘Understandable, and yeah, it was!’

‘Might have known it. I’d like to visit their offices and tell them what wankers they are for not trusting your financial projections for the rate they’re spending. If they do go bankrupt then you can’t say you didn’t warn them.’

‘Nope, they’ve been advised accordingly. I can tell them how to spend and how not to, but I can’t force them into doing it. Miss you, by the way.’

‘Miss you too, baby.’  

Gradually, there had been much more affection arising between them, their text message chats not solely centred around sex. When one was having a bad day, the other would be the first they’d text, or just simple messages to see what they were up do, funny memes from the Internet, jokes, anything they considered share worthy.  

However, the sexy tests still existed, of course.

‘So, if you’re done at any point before 1am, I think you should drop in for a quickie. I’m absolutely burning for you!’  

‘Babe, you have something wrong with you, I swear. I fucked you for three hours last night!’  

‘And? You know I can never get enough of that perfect dick. Don’t try and pretend you’re not insatiable either! I bet you’re thinking of all kinds of filth you wish you were doing to me right now.’

‘Of course. Mainly all revolving around me fucking you with my tongue. I miss that pretty little pussy.’

‘I’d be sitting on your face, then, because I really wish I was giving you a blowjob right now, so it’d have to be a sixty-nine. And you’d be spanking me at the same time.’

Grumbling, he returned his phone to his pocket, calming down again after feeling his arousal begin to stir. He received another message not long after, but ignored it to focus on the task in hand. Another hour with no movement passed, Tyler quickly checking his phone again.

‘Thought this might cheer you up if you’re bored.’  

‘Blimey, I’m a lucky fella.’ He thought, viewing the picture of Zoey in a set of dark, leopard print underwear, looking utter mouth-watering.  

“Is Ella still up?” Jimmy suddenly asked at his side.

“Why’d you ask?”

“Because you keep texting someone and grinning, so I figured the missus.”

“Nah, she’s likely in bed.”

“So, who you chatting to?”

“Will you stop fuckin’ bugging me?”  

In his haste to put his phone away, it slipped from his grasp, landing in Jimmy’s footwell, his friend reaching to pick it up before he could reach for it. Closing his eyes, he prepared for it, a cold feeling of dread spreading over him. He didn’t want anyone else to know.  

Picking up the phone, Jimmy couldn’t help but notice the scantily clad picture, first thinking it was Ella and how damn lucky Tyler was, still receiving hot lingerie pictures from his wife after ten years of marriage, until he noticed that it wasn’t.  

“Mate, that’s Zoey! What the actual hell?” He exclaimed, Tyler snatching his phone back, shaking his head. “Well?”

“Do I have to spell it out?”  

“You’re...what? Nah, man. I mean...” He floundered, unable to believe what he was hearing from his friend. “You’re shagging your sister-in-law? Your drop-dead gorgeous sister-in-law? Behind the back of the drop-dead gorgeous wife?”

He sighed, feeling like shit. “Yeah.”  

“Fucking hell!”

“I know.”

Clamouring, Jimmy couldn’t find the words. “Fucking hell, Tyler!”

“Yes, I know! I’m a shit of a husband, having an affair with my wife’s sister.”  

“Yeah, that does make you a dog, pretty much. But hell, you’re bangin’ two of the fucking hottest women I’ve ever seen, man! Lucky fucker.”

“One, and I’m not lucky. Not in the slightest with the mess I’ve fuckin’ got myself into, Jimmy. This ain’t cause for celebration.”  

“What do you mean, one?” A pertinent question, he thought.  

Sighing again, he succinctly explained things, Jimmy listening while they continued to view the apartment ahead.  

“I think the most obvious thing I have to ask here is thus; why the hell are you still with Ella when it’s more than obvious you really don’t want to be, or, and I have another theory, but it requires bluntness.”

“Be blunt, mate,” Tyler urged, opening the centre console when he’d stashed an apple, taking a big bite.  

“It sounds like Ella doesn’t want to be with you any longer, but doesn’t really know how to walk away from the security of her marriage, maybe doesn’t wanna break up the family either.”  

He’d honestly never thought of it like that before. It made perfect sense, though. “You have a point, one that could very well be quite valid. Maybe she does want out but isn’t sure of a life away from what she’s known for the last ten years. I dunno, though. I can’t speak for her.”  

“And what about you? Because you can’t go on with this kind of duality, wife at home, mistress on the side. What do you want? I mean, is this thing you have with Zoey just a casual fling, or is she worth leaving Ella for?”

There it was, the sixty-four-thousand-dollar question.  

“This is where I’m torn. If Ella actually came correct and told me what the hell was wrong and admitted she wanted to try and work on our marriage, I’d put an end to things with Zoey. Except, that’d be tough. I can’t deny I’ve developed feelings for her,” he confessed, Jimmy’s eyes widening.

“What, you’re in love with her?”

“Nah, not love. But I think a great deal of her. She makes me happier than her sister does right now.”

“You’ve got a lot of thinking to do there, buddy. I’d say I don’t envy you, but you’re banging Zoey so I really kinda do! That chick is insanely hot.”

“Right?”  

“So... come on, you gotta give me something here!” All sensible chatter was at a close, he guessed.

Tyler knew exactly what he was fishing for. “Fuck off, Jimmy.”

“Oh, come on! Is she a freak? She seems like a freak.” For that, he received a clenched fist to the chest, Jimmy doubling over with a grunt.  

“Yeah, she absolutely is. But that’s all you’re getting, you perv.”  

“I fucking hate you, bro! I was gonna ask her out, next time I was out and she was around! I might still, you know.” The way Tyler looked at him conveyed a lot, perhaps more than the big man at his side was truly willing to acknowledge, or even admit to himself, Jimmy thought, grinning in a way to indicate he was joking.  

That night, they finally made their move forty minutes later, all suspect parties swooped upon efficiently and arrested, Tyler arriving home at close to 2am. He’d would have liked to stop off at Zoey’s, if nothing but to lie there cuddling her for a little while, but it was too late and he wasn’t prepared to wake her.  

Sliding into bed quietly next to Ella, he had to ponder upon what that meant, that he’d just identified that he wanted to visit Zoey for something other than the purpose of their affair. It meant something he didn’t want to deal with yet, because if he did, he had to think on the consequences, if he left his wife for her sister, if what they had came out in the open, for everyone to scrutinise. It’d tear apart her relationship with her sisters, who were all she had of family.  

‘Maybe you should have thought about this seven weeks ago, before you started piledriving her on a regular basis, you fuckin’ idiot.’

However, if he continued and someone found them out, it’d fear the family apart anyway. It was such a mess he’d got himself into, it truly was. Jimmy didn’t have a clue, envying him. Nothing about this was enviable. Whatever he decided, something would inevitably blow up, people would get hurt and life would never be the same again, all because he gave into a sexual connection he should have tried harder to fight.  

Could have, would have, should have.  

Sighing, he turned over, his tired eyelids fluttering shut for forty minutes, until Lani’s cries woke him up.  

“You stay here, I’ll go. You’ve had less sleep than me.” Ella spoke, pressing her hand into his chest to halt him when he made a move to get up. Consideration. That made a change. Where there was no change though was her coolness towards, him, Tyler now no longer trying to even engage her. He was only back in the bedroom because the kids began asking too many questions, not for any other reason at all. He didn’t even bother kissing her goodbye whenever he left the house any longer, there was no point. She only pulled away or offered her cheek. It was useless.  

Now, the woman he did receive kisses from...

“You look so pretty,” he told Zoey that evening, when he should have been at the gym, but instead, obviously, had made plans to see her instead. She hadn’t changed out of her work clothes yet, only arriving home half an hour before he got there, still in her wide leg grey trousers, a silk and lace camisole and her eyes made up dark, her hazel irises glittering out from the deep bronze shadow.

“Thank you. Fuck, I’m so tired.” Bending, he lifted her into his arms, kicking off his shoes and heading over to the couch, lying down with her atop him.  

“Better?”

“Much. Sorry if I’m like having sex with a dead yak tonight, I’m absolutely knackered!” Yawning right on cue, she stretched and then leaned in for a kiss, Tyler tightening his arms around her.

“We don’t have to, you know. I’m happy to just settle for this, tiny.”  

“Really?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be? I’ve missed you.” Giving her a little nuzzle, Zoey smiled and curled into him more, exchanging kisses while he stroked her softly. It was lovely. She’d felt it creeping in for a while at that point, them acting less like it was just sex bonding them and more like, dare she even think it, but almost like they were dating.  

A little voice sounded in the back of her mind then, one she tried to ignore as they lay there lost in sweet kisses, one that told her not to invest too much. After all, he was still married and she knew that if Ella did ever come round, his priority would be to making things work with her. His commitment was to his wife, not her.  

That night, after they’d lay there talking and she’d gotten ready for bed, he stayed with her until she fell asleep, stroking her hair and smiling down at her.  

“Sleep well, beautiful. Fuck, I hate leaving you.” He kissed her head softly before letting himself out, going home to gladly turn in.  

“How was your work out?” Ella asked as he climbed into bed.

“Good, thanks.”  

“G’night.”  

He didn’t even know why she was asking. She didn’t care any longer, and if he was honest, neither did he. The difference between the woman he’d left and the one he’d returned home to couldn’t have been starker.

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Max 2.0

post-Max. Because the car is the best place to deal with crises of being and pseudo-bad grammar ...

Our Moment Chapter 1: Five Words (post-Leonard Betts) Chapter 2: Sidebar Nonsense (post-Memento Mori) Chapter 3: Interim (floating somewhere around Unrequited) Chapter 4: Max 2.0 (post-Tempus Fugit/Max)

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Out of her bed and halfway down the hall before she opened her eyes, she stopped by the couch, realizing she had no idea why she was out of bed. Vague notions of her gun crossed her mind but then she heard a knock. Wavering for another moment or two in full-on sleep mode, she shook her head lightly, tried to pry her eyes open, then regretted it, eyelids stuck together, burning, dry; another knock.

She wondering in passing how long he’d been out there but finally summoning the brain power to move her legs again, she made it to the door. Peering out at him through the peephole, she yawned, then unlocked the door, pulling it open, squinting at the glaring hall light, “you okay?”

Now, he’d known she would probably be asleep, had to be asleep given it was nearly 1am, but that didn’t stop him from being surprised by her pillow-creased face and unfocused eyes, “yeah, um, I’m now realizing this was stupid. You’re asleep. I should be asleep. I’m sorry.” Not turning away, however, hoping if he stood there long enough, she’d invite him in, “I’m sorry.”

Scully knew him like no other and stepping aside, “come on in.”

He did, leaving shoes and coat on, standing, filling, overwhelming the area he stood in, doorframe small behind him, “thanks.” Folding arms, not in that annoyed way of hers but in the ‘I’m trying to hold in a yawn so I will stupidly think that crossing them will keep it from rising to the surface’. It did not work and Mulder sighed, apologizing again, “I’m sorry.”

“Are you okay?”

“I just … I can’t stop thinking about Max and the plane and just … he was me, Scully, and that’s bothering me more than I thought it would.”

“Would you like some tea?”

Reaching out, he touched her hand, the one not tucked under her elbow, proceeding to play with her knuckles, the hem of her sleeve, twisting the thermal fabric between his fingers, “I was actually wondering if maybe you’d like to go for a drive with me?”

It had been over a month since their Tennessee drive but the memories were clear and nodding, she gave him a small smile before extracting herself from his fingers, “just let me go grab a coat.” Disappearing, then reappearing quickly, she had one of his zipped sweatshirts over her shoulders, thick socks firmly in place and feet shoved in soled slippers, “ready.”

“Do you steal all my clothes?”

“Only the good ones.”

Soon in the car, they were off, quiet between them broken a minute later, “your car’s clean.”

“It happens.”

“Not often.”

Shrugging, he turned right, then left, the left again, the city night passing by them in an unnoticed blur. He seemed to have a destination in mind and asking if he did, Mulder told her, “no. I just want to get out of the city and I know this is the fastest way.”

“Understood.”

Because it was late and dark and she was tired and loose-limbed, she folded her legs under, folded hands in her lap.

She baited the hook to see if he’d bite.

He did, his hand sliding across the center irritation of a console, fingers wedging once again in the fold between bended knee and adjacent thigh. He knew she’d done it on purpose.

Neither cared.

The connection made them both feel better and Mulder, squeezing her leg lightly, “sorry I don’t have a moonroof for you.”

“It’s cloudy anyways and there’s no moon, so I’ll forgive you this time.”

“Thanks.”

She gave it awhile, the pair of them well out of the city lights, darkness prevailing before, “you’re not like Max. I mean, you are, but not in the ways you’re dwelling on.”

“But I am like him.”

“We’re all Max in our own ways. I mean, we have passions and hopes and problems and dreams but some of us fixate on them to the point where it’s their only hope, their only passion and it becomes their biggest problem.”

He moved to pull his hand away but she grabbed it, holding tight, as he spoke, “I am the poster boy now that he’s gone, Scully. I am Max 2.0.”

Twisting, she refolded her legs so they both vee’d in his direction, able to look at him better that way, turn to see him easier. Putting his hand back between her knees, she moved to hold his lower arm, firmly, trying to get her point across with words as well as tactile pressure, “if you were anything like Max, obsession-wise, I’d be long gone. You have passion, Mulder, he had fixation. There’s a vast difference.”

“Not that vast.”

“There is in my mind. Max wouldn’t be here right now, taking a midnight drive with his … partner,” that was an odd hesitation she wasn’t expecting, “he’d be in his trailer, trying to decode the conspiracies of the universe.”

“The Gunmen are probably doing that as we speak.”

“But Langley also cooks a mean prime rib, Byers plays Majhong on Friday nights with a group of semi-normal people, Frohike crochets blankets for the Veterans Hospital and has a 22-year old penpal in Denmark. These people have other interests. From what we saw and heard about Max, while he was a very nice man, he didn’t do any of that.”

“You know about the crocheting?”

“Have you seen the granny-square afghan on my couch? The one you like to snuggle with when you’re tired and don’t want to drive home? That’s Frohike’s handiwork from last Christmas.”

Suddenly, the world didn’t seem quite so down on him after all but he still felt something he couldn’t shake. Ignoring that, however, for the moment, he scoffed, “he’s never made me a blanket, that yarn-wielding bastard.”

“I’ll drop a hint next time I see him.” Feeling the tension leaving him slowly, Scully began moving her left hand up his arm, around the back, to lightly rub the underside of his bicep, other hand splayed around his wrist. It was an unconscious thing at first, then, noticing it, she decided she liked it and stayed. “Do you think there’s any hot chocolate out here in the sticks?”

Looking at the houses still visible from the road they were on, more spaced apart than a few minutes ago but still numerous, “you’ve been living in the city too long if you think this is the sticks.”

“You call it the city; I call it a severe lack of 24-hour dining possibilities with hot chocolate necessities.”

“You’re wordy today. Did you snack on a dictionary before going to bed?”

“Is that your polite way of telling me to quit mouthing off?”

And now her mouth was foremost on his mind.

Dammit.

“I have M&Ms in the glove compartment. Is that a good enough compromise?”

Retrieving the candy post-haste, she popped one in her mouth, then offered him one, “sugar?”

“Sure. Why not?”

Both chewing, Scully returned to her previous position, “peanut. I approve.”

Continuing on, they covered all kinds of light subjects, music, family, things they visited often but both always enjoyed, especially hearing about the antics of Scully’s extended family, brothers, cousin, bevy of nieces and nephews. After one exuberant story about Sam, second oldest of the bunch, Mulder wiped his eyes, tears of laughter blurring his vision, “how did you land all these people? I mean, you have the cast of some off-beat comedy show and I’ve got my mother.”

He hadn’t meant to bring the atmosphere down and Scully didn’t want to keep it there but she had to tell him, in words he apparently didn’t hear the first seven times she told him, “you realize my mother has adopted you right? I mean, there may not be paperwork but there’s pie. Also, just to let you know, do you remember when you were asking me about my mom’s dentist appointment, about her infected tooth last week?”

“Yeah?”

“I had no idea she was having any issues but I pretended to know because, good Lord, Mulder, you knew about it and I didn’t.” Giving him that look that made his smile return, “does that tell you anything about the level of your acceptance into my family?”

“I mean,” looking almost sheepish, “she called to talk to you and I answered and we just …”

Patting his shoulder, “it’s okay, Mulder. My mother can love you more than me occasionally. I don’t mind.”

His eyebrow went up, about to bring down the grammar hammer on her, hard, “you love me? I had no idea. When did this happen? Was it after I introduced you to the Conundrum or, ooh, I bet is was around the time you were trapped with me in Alaska. That tiny room? Checking for murderous prehistoric alien worms?”

Total confusion all over her face, “What?”

“You said occasionally, your mother loved me more than you. So, I deduce that you love me most of the time and now I’m trying to figure out when that all started.”

Fuck.

Oh, hell, why not just play along?

“I’m pretty sure it was when you were about to head into the hospital with Modell: looking up at me with that camera on your head, Kevlar all tight, panicked look in your eye.”

Wait … was she humoring him? He was treading into the unknown now, not sure if he should keep going, “um … what?”

Her laughter bounced around the interior of the car, a happy sound, a light sound he hadn’t heard in awhile, “nervous, Mr. Mulder?”

Smiling himself finally, “just … left-field line drive came in a little faster than I expected.”

“Are we back to baseball again?”

He was going to crash the car in the next two minutes if this kept up, “I think we should just drive in silence for a minute. My brain did something and just … give me a minute.”

Fuck again.

She was pretty sure with one joke, two follow-ups and a mention of baseball, she’d quite possibly changed the course of their relationship in ways she had no understanding of. Silence nerve-wracking, she fumbled for words, “I’m just glad the two of you get along so well. It’ll make things easier.”

She’d never felt atmosphere shift like it did in that moment, the air hardening between them. Mulder looked at her, any trace of humor gone from his face, “make what easier?”

“If … if something happens to me. I’ll feel better knowing … you’d … have each other, I guess.”

Mulder steered roughly to the left, blew through a stop sign, then pulled them into a large, dark parking lot, a high school if Scully read the sign correctly as Mulder raced past. Hitting the breaks, he threw the car into park, got out and slammed the door, leaving Scully stunned. She hadn’t meant to make it sound as harsh as it did and sighing, she opened her own door, zipping up her sweatshirt as she did so. He’d turned the headlights off so the only light was from a parking lot fluorescents fifteen feet away. Coming around the front of the car, she tugged on his arm, “hey, look at me, please?”

“Have you given up already?”

With a genuine scoff in his direction, “I don’t give up on anything. What the hell kind of question is that?”

“You said when something happens to you.”

“No, I said if.” Taking him by the arms, she turned him around until his back was to the car, “will you sit down?”

“Why?”

“So I can look at you, and not up your nose, when I talk.”

He conceded, sitting down on the bumper, “nothing’s going to happen to you.”

“Yes, I know.” Coming in closer, she forced her way between his knees, “but I learned from you to plan for all eventualities. I have a prepacked suitcase for when you ring my doorbell at 5am telling me we leave in 20 minutes. I have $500 cash in my purse and another $500 in my carry-on for emergencies …”

“Bail money for me?”

“Some of it, yes.” Continuing, “I now prepare for all things, even if there isn’t a chance in hell they’re going to happen. You forced me to learn that and I have and that’s all my comment was. I will be fine,” moving her palms to his face, thinning fingers, delicate steel hands against his cheeks, covering his ears as she tilted his head up to look at her, “but I feel better knowing mom has you and you have mom. You became friends with her while I was missing. I haven’t been forcing you together to create some superficial bond to make my never going to happen, non-impending doom easier to accept. She invites you for pie. You arrive and eat pie. You go home with leftover pie. I have nothing to do with that but I’m glad it happens.”

By now, his hands were on her wrists, eyes glued to her, closing as she leaned in, mirroring that accursed hospital hallway not that long ago. Once her forehead touched his, she whispered, “you are not Max. You have so many people here who love you and need you and you have so much to offer them back and you do. That’s the difference between you and Max. He searched for himself. You search for me, Mulder. You search,” kissing his forehead, then quickly his mouth, “for me.”

Then she wrapped her arms around him and felt his go around her waist. Hugging him tightly, she let the world disappear, sinking against him, warm, solid, against her.

“Who knew this much angst could come from a misplaced modifier?”

“We know now. Never let it happen again.”

With a chuckle, he shifted his head, talking into her shoulder, “Modell? Really?”

She just hugged him tighter, staying quiet against him as he held her close.

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They may have stayed like that for two minutes. It may have been ten. Regardless, eventually, Scully had to whisper into Mulder’s neck, where her mouth had landed earlier when she turned her head, “Mulder?”

Just as quietly, “yeah?”

“Can you take me home to bed, please?”

“Should I comment on the structure of that sentence as well or just be quiet?”

Giving another kiss to his neck, she pushed back off of him, sly grin, “just take me home.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

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After a quiet goodnight/good morning at her bedroom door, he wandered to the living room, taking up residence on her couch, 3am sleepy as his head hit the spare pillow and his mind was finally calm.

[fakeloveaskblog]

[Hello The Local Demon's here! Well, it does indeed seem like Tumblr has eaten my ask. I am disappointed at this hellsite, but not surprised. I'll have to rewrite it, I guess, wait a hot sec! Think I'll sent it in parts this time, so at least some of it is bound to make it in.

(Also I saw the Tuxedo Mask meme and loved it! It got a chuckle put of me, and I want it back in the reply to this if you still have it please.)

Oh and congrats on the gender, btw! You're right that the reason you're getting those early isn't the best, but honestly I'm just glad you are getting 'em! SUPER HAPPY FOR YOU!! LIVE YOUR BEST LIFE!!! I shall now stop screaming support at my screen at 1AM, but know that it is very much given!]

:(( im sorry tumblr ate the ask. i dont know how much time y'all people spend on writing these asks but it still sucks no matter how fast theyre done. Is it possible for you to maybe like copy paste them into a notes app or something before sending them so theyre saved even if tumblr eats them? or like taking screenshots of them before sending them. i sure know that the moment i hit post i forget every word i've written hdfkjhdf so it might help? i dunno just brainstorming. Also thanks for the congrats! 🐹🧡

"And one snake goes here and one snakes goes there and a truckload of snakes fall into the river" Remus singsang while braiding Janus' hair.

Rowan had left for her flight this morning and Janus had come over soon after. They were laying on their back on the couch with their head leant in Remus' lap. Keeping his hands busy with their hair helped against the dissociation, though it wasn't nearly as bad as yesterday.

"HEllo!!! Demon!!!" Remus exclaimed when he saw the dark void like appearance filling the corners of the room "I love you too!!"

Janus gave you a wave "Greetings Gemon"

The shadows spread over the floor and weblike spirals grew onto the entrance door. A loud creak boomed as the door seemed to contort for just a second before going back to looking perfectly normal while the shadows returned to the corners. No Oswalds would ever be able to go through that door ever again.

Remus froze at the mention of the name. He stared blankly at the door. Janus quickly took his hand in theirs and massaged their thumb against his palm.

"Thanks Demon" They replied in his place.

He shook his head around and blinked over and over to focus "Sorry, zoned out a little. Thought about uhhh butt stuff" He blurted out.

Remus was actually sitting crosslegged on the couch and was turned towards his friend. So when you dropped the octopus near his feet it landed directly onto Janus' face.

He flailed around for a few seconds before the octopus turned into a squishy soft plushie. His face was still dripping with octopus liquid as Remus grinned down at him.

"How did it feel? I've always wanted to get suffocated by an octopus, ever since I saw Octopussy's octopus strangle a dude"

"I only understand half of those words" They replied while wiping their face. Remus helpfully rubbed his t-shirt against their cheeks "It felt...slimy"

"OHOHOHOH! Great!" He picked up the plushed octopus and hugged it "It feels so octopus like!! like a water bed! Oh I'm loving this duder"

The shadows near the walls started to move closer towards the exit as your message continued.

"We are still friends indeed!! Never worry about that!" He made grabby hands towards you "I would super love a hug!"

The shadows swallowed him and limbs somewhat resembling arms emerged to hug him. Janus tentativelys at up to see if he was welcome to join. A third limb emerged to pull him into the hug.

Before suddenly all the shadows all at once retreated once more and the last part of your message came out. Remus waved you goodbye.

"Good luck with the rescuing!! Salt helps to get rid of blood stains! Just so you know in case you gotta pummel some people!"

The shadows respectfully opened the entrance door, stepped out and closed it again. Right after you had left Remus turned to Janus and held up the new octopus plushie.

"Wanna go get your pet snake so we can test out how she reacts to different kinds of plushies??"

Janus squinted at him "That.....That does sound interesting. I'll ask Logan if he can get her, he loves this kind of experiment stuff"

"Like a nerd"

"Like a nerd yes"

[all-the-kpop-imagines]

Stressed Out || Bang Chan One-Shot

Requested by @deobiworld​: Can I req a fic of Bangchan where he is so stressed out bc jyp reject his songs and he struggle to meet the dateline which leads him to accidentally let his anger out to his s/o in front of the members- smtg like this? thank you!

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

Genre: Fluff, angst

Warnings: One swear, Chan snapping at reader

a/n: Hope you like it!!!

It had been 8 months since Chan asked you to be in a relationship. Every day of those 8 months had been wonderful. He was the picture perfect boyfriend; he made sure you were eating, sleeping, taking care of yourself. If you were feeling down for any reason, he would basically drop everything and come to you, make sure you were okay. 

But the last few weeks he had been a little more distant than you were used to. Spending more and more time at the studio. Sometimes he forgot to message you until he was waking up the next day. But you weren’t letting any of that get to you. He was a professional who needed to do his job. So you chose to get to know his bandmates a little better. That is what led you to be squished between I.N and Felix as the three of you were playing Mario Kart.

“You can’t win every time y/n! Let one of us win!” Felix exclaimed as he laughed.

“Not my fault you suck at Mario Kart,” you smiled back as you won, yet again. 

“I demand a rematch,” I.N called out and you rolled your eyes.

“Nah, I’ll just beat you again,” you told him as you set the controller down and pulled your phone out. No messages from Chan but a notification saying that he was live on Vlive. “Huh, looks like Chan’s not coming back for a while.” You sighed and clicked on the notification. Might a well give him a view, maybe comment a few times?

“It’s Sunday isn’t it?” Felix asked and you nodded.

“Yeah, slipped my mind,” you shrugged and he nodded. 

“Once he’s done with the live he’ll come back. In the meantime, want any snacks?” He asked as he climbed off the couch.

“Yeah actually,” you chuckled and he smiled before disappearing into the kitchen. It worried you slightly that Chan was still at the studio. It was only about 11pm, but you had hoped he would have read his messages and seen your message about staying at the dorm that night. 

“You okay?” I.N asked and you looked up at him.

“Yeah, just tired from beating your asses at Mario Kart,” you softly shoved him to the side and he let out a laugh. 

“I’ll beat you one day,” he told you and you chuckled at him.

“Sure,” you smiled. Felix returned with a bowl of popcorn and a smile on his face.

“I think we should watch a movie. Let me go get the rest of the band and you can be interim leader until Chan comes back,” he handed you the bowl before he disappeared further into the dorm. You held the bowl and made yourself comfortable on the couch. After a few moments various footsteps sounded and the rest of Stray Kids appeared, quickly finding their seats and getting comfortable.

“We’re watching Avatar by the way,” Felix said as he put the movie in and found his seat beside you once again. Felix and I.N were the two you had gotten closest to as you became friends with the rest of the band and you were glad to have them.

XXX

The movie was nearly over when the door to the dorm opened and Chan walked in wanting only one thing; sleep. He kicked off his shoes and rubbed his face as he walked into the dorm further. He heard the movie playing and let out a silent sigh. When he reached the living area, he glanced in and sighed again before he attempted to sneak past without being noticed. But he wasn’t so lucky when you happened to glance up when you heard a noise.

“Chan, hi,” you smiled at him. He didn’t make any sort of acknowledgement of you as he stood there. Your eyebrows furrowed as you watched him. “Everything okay?” You asked and he looked at you.

“Why are you here?” He asked and you blinked.

“I got bored at my apartment alone so I came over and was hanging out with Felix and Jeongin,” you told him and he scoffed.

“Can’t I have just one thing that is mine?” He asked, raising his voice slightly. Felix glanced up from his spot at his leader and raised an eyebrow.

“You feeling okay mate?” He asked and Chan groaned.

“Am I not allowed to be upset that my friends are no longer just my friends? That now I have to share them?” He sighed. You then climbed off of the couch and walked over to him.

“I can leave if you want me to,” you said and he shook his head.

“It’s 1am. Just stay the night,” he sighed and you crossed your arms over your chest.

“I didn’t mean to make you upset Channie, I just wanted to hang out with you but you weren’t here so I was letting you work and not bug you. Felix and Jeongin kept me busy with Mario Kart,” you explained and he turned from you, making his way toward the bedrooms. “Chan?”

“What?!” He snapped at you and you stared at him. “What do you want?”

“I-I just wanted to make sure you were okay Chris,” you told him quietly. He rolled his eyes and turned to face you.

“I am fine. I am always fine. Just, stop asking me questions,” he rambled to you before he disappeared into his room, leaving you standing there. He had never raised his voice at you before. Sure you’ve had arguments, but he never raised his voice once.

“Do you want manager to drive you home or are you staying?” Felix asked and you sighed. 

“It’s 1am, I’m going to just sleep on the couch, let him cool off,” you muttered as you turned back to the band.

“Maybe go try talking to him alone first? Don’t just let it simmer,” Han suggested and you nodded. As you made your way to Chan’s room, you could feel yourself getting anxious to see what was really wrong with Chan. A soft knock on the door and you opened it slowly, in case he had been changing.

“Chris? Can we talk?” You asked and saw him sitting on his bed with his head in his hands. After closing the door, you walked over to him and sat down beside him.

“Am I a bad songwriter?” He asked you after a few moments of silence.

“No, what would make you think that?” You asked him and he looked at you, eyes red from crying.

“If I’m a good songwriter, why does jyp keep rejecting my songs? I’ve been trying for weeks now to write the songs for the next album but they just keep shooting them down. Have I suddenly become bad at writing?” He rambled on and you rubbed his back.

“No, you are amazing at your job. Writing, producing, performing. All of it. Just, maybe take a step back for a few days and then go back and try writing it again? Don’t think that just because jyp wants to reject it right now that it’s a bad song. Cause it’s not, I’ve not even heard it but I can tell you it’s an amazing song,” you chuckled and he stared at you.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you in front of the band,” he apologized and you shrugged.

“You’re stressed out. Just, next time message me and I’ll come to jyp and you’ll take a break or something okay?” You asked and he chuckled with a nod.

“Aye aye captain,” he smiled as he kissed the side of your head.

[loneveenas]

cats and their neighbors

for day @blkjackals!! a gift for the sfe!! hope u enjoy it bb <3

pairing: iwaizumi x gn!reder

words: 1120

summary: our cats meow a lot whenever they’re apart and mine keeps tricking me into letting her meet your cat every time. glad to hear that you’re not that angry either with our cats being literal soul mates.

warnings: none unless you find cat fluff a warning :)

note: inspired by the cute neighbor cat and its owner who’re always taking a stroll together around my neighborhood uwu I LOVE CATS SM THIS WAS FUN note2: also shout out to tamaki @nixhinoya for the cat vs dog poll hehe note3: i hope this makes any sense it’s 1am and i’ll edit later today <333

“oh not again,” you muttered, listening to your cat meow in front of the door of your apartment. you fell back into your sofa. “not this.”

it had been two weeks since she started meowing. and you knew exactly what for.

you clicked your tongue and didn’t even bother moving. you damn well knew that the meowing in front of the door was absolutely not for another round of your daily trip around the neighborhood from five minutes ago. it was for being apart from the neighbor’s cat that joined you guys on your trek today.

that happened vice versa, too. so that luckily wasn’t on you all the time. and on other days you would both be walking around the neighborhood, having had similar plans, and your cats would spot and smell each other and ditch all their good behaviors just to see each other.

stupid affectionate cats.

“stop it,” you told her, but you weren’t putting in much effort either. you slammed one of the loose pillows that were lying next to you. you voiced a muffled scream into it, slowly turning crazy from all the meowing.

even when she was slowing down on the meowing you still knew it would start all over again the minute you started moving from your seat.

“i can’t believe this. are you in love with the cat from next door or something?”

now, you should have known better in not even mentioning ‘the cat from next door’ when being close to her.

something inside her just knew.

she immediately brightened up and started wagging her tail in excitement. you cursed under your breath, but could only hate yourself as you were the one who had done it now.

“okay, fine!” you exclaimed, throwing the pillow off your face and grabbing the leash that you had thrown on the floor. “if you’re misbehaving i’ll put you on the leash again.”

she wouldn’t misbehave, you knew that. but bringing the leash was just a way to make sure she wouldn’t actually run off with the neighbor’s cat on her way making cute cat babies. (even though she was spayed, you never knew if she still longed for a simple family of two with that cute male cat.)

“let’s go then,” you whispered.

you opened the door, trying to keep your cat on the down low before she could sprint outside. however, you were too slow and she rushed outside the door within the first two seconds. she ran over to the neighbor’s door and started meowing frantically, trying to gain the attention she needed.

you realized you had never actually seen your next door neighbor from up close before. it had been some ‘hellos’ and nods directed at each other from across the street, but that was about it. (not that you had, um, lost your cat once or twice in the process, but that’s beside the point.)

somehow your heart started banging in your chest. oh god. you could hear him come closer and closer, reaching that damned front door. you were debating whether or not to jump back into your own apartment, but the switch of the key in the keyhole told you you were too late already.

the door creaked open and, before you could greet him, your cat raced inside, on her way to see the love of her life.

you clicked your tongue for the nth time and slapped yourself on your forehead.

“uh, are you okay?” the very kind voice asked you.

you sighed, too embarrassed to meet his eyes. “yeah. it’s just that my cat just has been meowing about seeing your cat the entire day, you know the drill.”

“haha, yep.” the laugh was sweet and kind, and you were actually curious to see your neighbor from up close.

so you did. curiosity killed the cat.

nearly quite literally.

the neighbor — a man — was broad and lean, and honestly so perfect. he was so breathtakingly beautiful you nearly forgot how to speak.

“i’m sorry if it brought you any inconvenience,” he told you, scratching the back of his head.

“ah,” you quickly said, not really knowing how to follow up from that. that was the exact same thing you had been wanting to tell him. all that meowing must have been very annoying to him. “yeah, no, i mean, i wasn’t going crazy yet, but i was getting close to it, you know?” you laughed nervously. “what about you?”

“it’s not super busy for my studies as of right now anyways, but it’s been worse, to be honest,” he admitted.

you crunched your face. “i am so sorry this is happening. i honestly don’t know what came over her one day, and how i haven’t been able to stop it.”

“i guess you can’t stop love, huh?” he said, grinning wildly.

you noticed he was looking back into his apartment, eyeing something that made his eyes shine with adoration. he then saw you looking at him with your brows furrowed, and stepped aside, making room for you to look. he motioned two fingers in front of his lips, hinting that you needed to stay still. you peeked around the corner and there you saw the prettiest and cutest of views ever.

in the light of the sun falling down in the living room, the two cats were huddled together in the warm spot on the floor. their tails were intertwined and twirling around each other. even the outside noises could not dim their loud purring.

you cooed at the sight, not too loudly, though! you didn’t want to scare those two away from you.

“do you want to leave them alone for a short while?” your neighbor had leaned into you, whispering into your ear. his soft but hoarse voice made the hairs in your neck stand up straight. you gulped. that had been the closest any guy had come up to you in recent times.

“absolutely,” you finally returned. you grinned as you backed away from the door, as your neighbor slowly closed it.

you mentioned you wouldn’t mind it if the two of you spent their waiting them in your apartment, which he happily agreed on. you suddenly realized you had forgotten his name in the passing, which he confessed to having had the same problem happening. the two of you laughed about it as you entered your apartment, and you made him some tea for the wait.

iwaizumi hajime was very cute as he was waiting on his tea, you just couldn’t lie about that.

maybe you and iwaizumi hajime would need to share some more time together if your cats were too.

that didn’t sound like a bad idea at all.

[kerwritesthings]

South Of The Equator

Summary: Gestures of love are woven in the fabric of relationships, especially ones built around the priority of your love

Word Count: literally juuuuust shy of 5.8k

Warning: pining, love and fluff

Author Notes: Muse fell in love with this photo last week when Bre threw it out onto my dash, spit out stupid notes at midnight that night for it along with about 350ish words and then didn’t touch it until again yesterday evening where I proceeded to crank out about 5.8k in less than 24 hours. Oops?

This falls well later into the verse, like the latest I’ve taken it thus far. It just felt right to bring this into that part of the timeline with the premise and where the muse was taking this. Can be read as a standalone but diving into the verse and the masterlist would give a little bit more understanding.

It was not in the plans. Whatsoever. A whim. A lot of longing. A lot of missing connections. A lot of feeling that this was a sync you just wouldn’t be able to get. That scares the both of you, more than either of you will let on especially to the other. You both promise that this would be the longest stretch on this very last swing – something like 48 or 50 days depending on travel for both of you, that a somewhere between 12 and 14-hour plane ride at best for a long weekend made no sense. You’re in Bucharest when he starts the swing in Mexico. What was thought to be a few days off for him to come home to see you between the last Mexico show and the venture further south becomes non-existent, with surprise pop up concerts in both Costa Rica and Panama along with hoopla surrounding them on either side that the label drops last minute. You initially think you’d be able to make the last shows, but there was a potential work trip to Hong Kong hanging over your head, so you both agree not book anything.

Well, love makes you do some stupid and irresponsibly crazy things. When the Asia client pushes their timeline back, things change completely. Which is why you find yourself on the phone, trying to make arrangements while juggling 7 open browser tabs on your laptop at nearly 1am. This is what you do for each other. It’s been established. It’s been done for each other on numerous occasions throughout your relationship. But it’s never been something like this. This grand and involved.

“Up for a bit of a challenge?” you start. “What’s the actual schedule like between Buenos and Rio and Santiago?”

“Flip it around. Chile first. Then Buenos then Sao Paulo. Finish off in Rio,” Beatriz laughs. “Don’t book the wrong flight. Cause. This is where it’s going isn’t it? This bugger is so lucky to have you. He best appreciate this. He’s been whiny. More to Cez then me. Andrew too, but he trusts Cez more when it comes to you.”

“He’s not the only one,” you sigh. “Dee’s taken to sending me videos and photos of Tali every day before I call to bitch to her to try to ease my tension. We’ve done longer, when we first got together. This one though. We’re just not taking it well, either of us. It feels off. He can’t come to me, so I have to go to him.”

“There’s doubles now in Santiago, not just in Buenos and Rio. Only the one in Sao Paulo. Days off scattered through, but definitely some between the city jumps. Are you really going to try to do just a weekend down here?” she asks.

“Work remote if I can swing it. Then bank out on some time off. I’m due after the extra hours to lock in the Danish project and the haul to Bucharest for basically a 48-hour lookie loo from them with no commitments. Boss lady is great as long as my work gets done and I don’t pull the ask for ‘but my famous boyfriend’ very often, if at all,” you explain, poking away at the keys of your laptop.

“Ooh Denmark, so you going to get out for that one?” Beatriz questions. “Do you have a lam for this tour? Should we get you another?”

“I think I can, timing looks ok and I may be able to drag Shawn with me for once since it’s after all this hoopla,” you mutter, poking at Kayak and cursing. “I think I do, snag one just in case if it’s not too much trouble. It looks like Air Canada has a direct from Pearson to Santiago at 11 hours of flight time and an overnight red-eye. Bless it. No layovers. Less chance for him to even let on. Y’all can sneak me in on the flights between yeah?”

“Shawn is gonna shit you know this right?” she laughs. “I heard about your surprises you both have pulled on each other before, but this is something else. Duh girl, yes of course. He’d have you sit on his lap the whole flight if he had to, but we definitely have the room. Give me the flight info. I’ll make Cez book it. Do not even think about clicking that buy button that I know you’re hovering over.”

“Bea...” you begin.

“No, not hearing it. Cez blocked out travel budget for him to go home and you know that didn’t happen, so your flight there and then back with him at the end it is instead,” Beatriz interjects. “I’ll loop in C for sure. Maybe Andrew. Less folks who know the better, we need to keep this on lock down.”

“Beatriz, you’re the best. I owe you big time. I’m so glad you’re on this rag tag motley crew,” you thank her. “Let Cez know if he needs anything when he’s booking, if they don’t have it saved to just let me know.”

“Bottle of Bulleit and you finally spill the recipe for those kitchen sink bars the boys are always raving about and inhaling, we’ll call it even,” she deadpans. “But no really, I’m glad to help. As much as I tease that boy of yours, I’ve got a soft spot for him. We need to figure an epic reveal. It’s late. I’ll fire off a text to Cez and we’ll be on it tomorrow. Off with you. Night!”

You have a week between that call and your flight down to get all your things in order luckily. Work is understanding and accommodating, your boss practically sending out the out of office email for you after she hears your plans. He meanwhile has a few shows in Ecuador, Peru and Bolivia ahead of him within that same time frame.

“There’s that face I adore,” you smile through FaceTime as you’re tucked in bed, two nights before you’re due to leave. “Hi you. How was the show? Where are you now?”

“Just out of the shower in the hotel and about to fall face first into bed, but I needed a dose of my pretty girl before I do,” he exhales, running a hand though his mess of wet curls. “Good, crowds down here are something else. Beyond the first time I swung through, on the last tour. And them singing back in perfect English still breaks my brain a little. Tired though. Looking forward to the break. Day break here, then like a half one off in Santiago before the last few shows. It’s so crazy to think we’re there already.”

“I can’t believe it’s almost over,” you murmur. “You did it baby, an entire circle of the globe. I’m beyond proud of you.”

“As much as I love this, I’m ready for just me, you and our bed. At least for a week straight, if not a few of them,” he chuckles. “Remind me of how tired I am now when I start to say I’m twitchy or bored, ok?”

“If you say so,” you say sleepily. “Just remember, I get to drag you with me on some my work trips next. Denmark for sure. Hong Kong perhaps since that’s still a moving target. Maybe Prague. Wanna be a silly romantic tourist with you for a bit. Just me and you”

“Always me and you, sweetheart. Go get some sleep. You’ve got work in the morning,” he whispers. “We can talk more tomorrow, promise.”

“You sure?” you fight back a yawn, eyes starting to flutter. “Can you sing to me though? Please? I miss you. Be like you’re here.”

He starts humming at first, the eases into a slowed down, Shawn-esque version of Sam Smith’s Latch. You want to stay awake to hear the whole thing, but he sounds like he’s there singing it right into your ear while he’s got your back against his chest. It’s so pretty, easy and dream like that you drift off in moments. He watches you for a few minutes after he finishes the song, making sure you’re truly asleep. Plus, he just wants to feel like he’s next to you in bed.

“Goodnight and sleep well, baby,” he whispers before disconnecting from FaceTime, a small smile slipping across his lips.

“He still has no clue by the way, so you’ve done a bang-up job,” Cez explains as he rings you while you’re in the car on the way to Pearson. “You’re still running on time from what we checked so you’re good. We’ve got everything square. Bea will come snag you from the airport, you’ll have time to hit the hotel, she’ll have the extra room key for you so you can get some actual rest and then get ready. Figure we’ll grab you while he’s doing Q&A. Do you want to surprise him before the show? After?”

“During?” you laugh, leaning your head back against the headrest as the car makes its way down the 401. “Maximum effect. Con would be on my side too you know, epic footage.”

“Of course, you do,” he retorts. “I should have known. Don’t forget, I’m on your side too. I’m glad this worked. I know it’s been a long stretch. For the both of you. I’ve seen it wear on him, but he’s put up a good front minus a few nights where he ends up with me until he needs to get to sleep, just needing someone who understands to talk to.”

“I’m glad he has you, that we both have you. You are a gift, Cez, really,” you reply as the car slows to ease up to the terminal. “I’m just about to hop out. I’ll text you and Bea when I land in the morning, customs will probably take a bit to get through. Thank you again.”

“Fly safe, dear. Try to get some rest and we’ll see you tomorrow,” he responds.

Check in was easy, of course they went above and beyond on the flight. You text Cez and Bea a photo of a cookie from the lounge with your ticket telling them they did not need to and thanking them. Cez responds first.

Again, you know if he found out we flew you like in row 24 on a flight that long, he would pitch a fit. I’m not up for a Shawn fit this late into the last of the last legs of tour. Enjoy the space and the lay flat. Sunshine and that boy awaits you.

Beatriz chimes in next.

Label owes you and the pain in the arse, so enjoy it! Have one for me. I’ll be there for you tomorrow with bells on and a tea in hand. Cannot wait for this – so epic. You two are nauseatingly adorbs.

The flight wasn’t crowded thankfully and the room to stretch fully is a welcome bonus. You are able to wind down a lot easier than expected and get a decent amount of sleep especially given it was on a flight, lay flat or not. Despite an extra circle, you land only a few minutes past your initial arrival time, make it through customs quickly and thankfully your luggage is waiting for you once you’re done.

“There she is,” Beatriz calls out as you head out to the open concourse. “And in one piece too with all your bits and bobbles. Good, the boss won’t be angry. And as promised, your tea!”

“Which one?” you chuckle, snagging the iced chai before hugging her.

“I can handle Cez, your man though,” she rolls her eyes as you walk out to the sprinter van. “He tried you last night when we were coming back from dinner, couldn’t get through even though we all told him it was late. He got all sad puppy. You were just about taking off, so it made sense. If he only knew what today is bringing him. I’ll drop you at the hotel, sleep, shower, eat, do whatever. I’ll be round to grab you about 4.”

As soon as you step into his room, you are overwhelmed just by the sheer sense of being back in his space again, despite him not even being there at the moment. You drop your suitcase, strip and crawl immediately into his still unmade bed to surround yourself in the smell of him. Setting your alarm before you drift off, you curl yourself around his pillow and exhale. Only a few more hours and you’ll be able to wrap your arms around him instead of a goose down that carries whiffs of his scent. A deep breath, an inhale you hold just for a moment before letting it go carefully and you’re drifting away.

You wake shortly before the alarm and to a couple texts from Shawn.

Miss you pretty girl. Almost there.

FaceTime after the show tonight? Even just for a few, I can tuck you in from here again like the other night.

Saw this on the drive over before, couldn’t help but think of you.

It was a slightly angled photo out the car window, but it was of a park with a fountain surrounded by high bushes littered with flowers.

I wish I could press you into those blooms and kiss you. Would make such a pretty picture. Love you baby.

You will yourself not to cry. That sweet, sentimental boy of yours. You’ll have time, you need to make that happen tomorrow.

I miss you sweetheart, so much. Yes to tonight, I’d love a tuck in from you. We’re so close. Love you <3

A shower, some primping and a good battle with both your blow dryer and your travel steamer later, you’re finally ready to head out.

“He’s a lucky bastard this one,” Beatriz whistles before handing over your new credential as you slide the van door closed behind you. “Don’t you have any sisters you can send my way? Cousins?”

“Sorry Bea, only child,” you laugh, as the van pulls away. “Cousins are stateside and not your type.”

“He was happy to hear from you before. Stopped in the middle of sound check to look at his phone. Got all stupid smiley and googly eyed,” she rolls her eyes. “He’s so gone on you if it wasn’t so bloody sweet to see him so gushy, it would make me ill.”

“Just wait ‘till later. I should apologize now,” you explain.

“Why there’s no plans for post-show, dearie. We knew better,” she giggles. “Shawn’s not going to want to share.”

You can’t help but smile as you pass the park he sent you the photo of earlier, it’s prettier than his shot let on. You definitely have to go there tomorrow. From that point, it’s a windy way through the streets of Santiago to the arena.

“He should just be wrapping up,” Beatriz prattles, looking at her watch as you make your way through the bowels of the building. “Which is good, I can sneak you into Cez’s room without him sniffing about. You, he, Jake and Con still need to hash everything out yeah?”

“Kind of. It’s the fine tuning of details at this point,” you say, flipping the pass around in your hands before slipping it around your neck as you walk, still not fully grasping you’re going to see him as soon as you are. “It’s a matter of where to go in the pit during his walk up to stage where I won’t be spotted too easily, but also not be in the way of everything either. I think it’ll work, totally up to Jake though. Worse case, we’ll do it just before rally or he hits the stage. Better visuals, and Con will agree with me, but it’s Jake and Cez who have final call.”

“It’s brilliant, all of it. However, here is where I leave you for now,” Beatriz nudges you through the door into Cez’s makeshift office for the next two days. “Need to make sure the sound techs have everything. Fridge is stocked, so steal what you need. He should be back in a few. They’re due to be walking your man now. His room isn’t far, so stay put. I’ll let C know you’re here. Toodles!”

Shortly after you settle in on the couch, engrossing yourself in your inbox, you feel someone settle down next to you.

“Thank god you’re here, I cannot do the sad Shawn shit anymore,” Connor sighs, throwing an arm around your shoulder. “I love him like a brother but damn, this go has been a beast when he’s feeling it like that.”

“Hi Connor, I’ve missed you too Connor, it’s good to see you Connor,” you roll your eyes, pushing his arm off you with a poke.

“Yeah yeah, all that too,” he smiles, sliding his arm back into place and kissing your cheek. “It’s good to have you here, all that aside. Despite all that, missed you around these parts.”

“Considering Central America took away our long weekend together, with no warning. It’s just been a hard go this swing. For both of us. May just be the wear and tear of a tour this long finally hitting. Even with as much as we’ve made it a priority to stay more connected and grounded. You guys are lucky it’s the end and it didn’t happen in like the middle of Europe, or the US leg. Though that would have been easier to get to than an almost 11-hour flight,” you fight out.

“You’re too good for him you know?” he teases. “Remember, he has friends if you ever need to bail.”

“Not any of y’all that’s for sure. No way. And, it’s the other way around, Con,” you reply, poking at his knee. “So, you’ve seen the setup, what’s going to make the most sense?”

“We’re going to do whatever you want, missus,” Jake chimes in as the door shuts behind him and Cez. “Only thing I require is a hug.”

“I think that can be arranged,” you say happily, ducking around Connor to get to Jake. “Con, stop being in the way.”

“Thank you,” you murmur to Jake as he pulls you into an embrace.

“We should be thanking you,” he whispers hugging you tightly. “And seriously. We’ll make it all happen. Kid needs this as much as you do.”

You pull away, smiling. “Ok guys so here’s what I’m thinking. Let’s surprise him on the walk out.”

The details come together quickly as well as easily. You’re happy, the team is comfortable with it all. It also helps he’s not expecting a thing. Everyone’s on board.

“So,” Cez begins, rolling a bottle of water around in his hands as everyone else filters out. “Hop a flight on a whim in the states or Canada is one thing. Cross the pond, a little more effort, but doable. This is something else entirely, even for the two of you.”

“I don’t know why this one is so different; I wish I knew; believe me I do. It would have saved me an 11-hour flight,” you utter. “It’s not like we’ve not done it before. We got through this, worse even, when he went out on last leg of the last tour and I had no leverage to take time off to come out other than that last show. We were only together a little bit at that point.”

Cez smiles his all-knowing smile, looking down at your hands playing with your credential. “I think you do, somewhere in there. I think he does too, well I know he does.”

“What are you talking about?” you ask inquisitively. “We’re good, really good. Minus this blip and it’s just us being a little more emotionally wound together. More in the groove than we’ve ever been. It’s been great, actually.”

He smiles yet again, making you wonder even more, and picks up his hand pointing to a certain finger.

“No,” you shake your head.

He nods, still smiling. “You’re practically there already.  We were honestly all surprised it didn’t happen before tour, or at break. Especially after Japan. I knew though not the holidays, it’s too cliché and not him, or you. He’s asked me a few things, more recently. Won’t give away more than that, but it kind of all makes sense. At least to me.”

“I just. Like. Shit Cez,” you sigh, looking down at the lam in your hands. “We’ve talked about it before, couple times. We want it, both of us. He’s it for me, and vice versa. He knows I’ll say yes. I’ve told him as much. But I’m also not that girl that needs the pretty on her hand to know where we stand in our relationship. He’s also not that overly possessive man who needs to prove he’s got me like that to the world, even in his crazy whirlwind of a life.”

“I think it’s both of you really ready for what’s next and this just all happens to be in the way right now. But, you’re here now, which not only is he going to be over the moon about, the rest of us are pretty happy as well. Not just because he’ll be in better spirits, it’s because we love you just as much too,” he states plainly. “You’re as much a part of this, a part of the family. I’m personally glad you’re here for these last few. This run’s been special, you should be here for the end of it.”

“Do not make me ruin my makeup, damnit,” you half laugh, half bite back a sob. “I’m so glad he has you, not just on the road, but in general. I know how much he loves you. I do, too.”

His phone pings rapidly.

“Ten-minute warning for fetching him. Let’s go get you out and set. Phil’s on you until Jake walks out with Shawn,” he states, reaching for his headset in one hand, for you with his other.

You carefully walk down the back hallway towards the stage together. Jake and Phil meet you at the back corner of the build out. Jake hands you off a fresh pair of earplugs.

“You’re going to need these,” he reminds you. “It’s his usual walk, so he won’t expect a thing. Especially seeing Phil at that junction of the barricade, once Phil gets the signal from me that we’re going, he’ll shift behind you so Shawn can spot you.”

You throw him a thumbs up as you wedge the plugs into place. Phil takes your arm in his, his other hand patting your forearm.

“Let’s go surprise him,” he says, leading you out to the pit.

For some reason, probably your conversation with Cez if you’re being honest with yourself, has your stomach set off with butterflies. You’ve not been like this since the early days of your relationship. Excited, always. Happy, without a doubt. Nervous though? No. You try to not shift about, instead closing your eyes to take in the moment. The crowd is loud, you can smell the remnants of the smoke machine test earlier lingering in the air.

Phil taps your shoulder, sliding you into place in front of him.

“He’s walking,” he mouths with a wink.

The house lights come down and the stage lights start to just warm. You exhale and lean back onto Phil slightly, whose hands come to rest comfortably on your shoulders. The opening video starts to roll and the lights hit the pit walk so you know you’ve got about 30 seconds at best before he comes into view. Phil pushes you forward just a touch just as you spot Jake and Shawn with Connor shuffling just behind to get the right angle for the surprise.

He’s in his pre-show zone, not taking in much around him. Jake nudges him though and his eyes shoot up. Shawn looks over towards you, taking a moment for things to register, and when it does his smile is as bright as you’ve seen. His eyes grow wide, he turns to Jake, who nods with a grin and then Shawn takes off in a sprint.

“Surprise!” you try to scream, but he’s already got you in his hold lifting you to swing you around.

“Tell me I’m not dreaming, please,” he utters in your ear before pulling you closer, finally getting you back on your feet.

You slide your hands from his shoulders, one to the nape of his neck fingering the wispy curls there, the other to nudge his one in-ear out.

“Not a dream, baby. Very much here, very much real. You got me for the rest of the run, love,” you say directly into his ear. “Go be my Rockstar. I’ll watch side stage, be there waiting for you after the show.”

You pop his in-ear back into place then cup his cheek, watching his eyes roll back slightly.

“I love you so damn much,” he yells before kissing you soundly. “I am so lucky you’re mine.”

Shawn rubs his nose against yours before sneaking in another kiss, then runs up to the stage with Jake on his heels. Jake winks as he passes, throwing a double thumbs up before Phil takes you towards the back staircase so you can set up on the rolling case you know is waiting for you.

The show is electric as always, but he’s got a special energy tonight. You can’t help but feel a bit happy as to probably being the reason why. He’s smiling, sweaty and disheveled, running back towards you in the break before the encore.

“You’re a mess,” you quip with a smile, handing him a bottle of water and a towel.

“Never minded that before,” he retorts back, running a hand through the mess of his hair after wiping his face down with the towel.

“Not the place Shawn Peter,” you say, shooing him away. “Go finish, I’m not going anywhere.”

He drops the water bottle down on the case next to you, stealing another kiss before bopping his way back out.

You hop off the case and head out towards the curtain line to get a better view. His encore covers have been something else this tour. He’s been leaning hard into Tom Petty’s Free Fallin’ and it’s a stunner, especially just him and the piano.

“I had a surprise tonight delivered to me just before the show, a really amazing one actually,” he begins as he settles into playing the piano. “So, if you all don’t mind, I’m going to play something a little special before I get into my last two songs.”

Once he hits the first few chords, your jaw drops immediately.

“You lift my heart up when the rest of me is down. You, you enchant me, even when you're not around. If there are boundaries, I will try to knock them down. I'm latching on babe now I know what I have found,” he sings and you can’t help but inch closer to the edge as far as you can go without being spotted or seen. “I feel we're close enough, I wanna lock in your love. I think we're close enough, could I lock in your love, baby? Now I got you in my space, I won't let go of you. Got you shackled in my embrace; I'm latching on to you.”

You didn’t expect this the other night, so you very much don’t expect it tonight. You can’t do anything but watch him, enamored and amazed. He sounds breathtaking. The whole song just gives you goosebumps, especially in a setting like this. Damn this boy.

“Thanks for indulging me tonight, Santiago,” he says and you can see the flush spreading across his cheeks, even from there. He immediately segues into Free Fallin’ to get his encore moving, before finishing completely with If I Can’t Have You.

He’s got a hold of your hands the moment he’s out of sight of the audience.

“Did you like it?” he asks, dipping his head down to kiss you, feather soft.

“Love it, love you,” you reply, dusting kisses across his knuckles. “Come on, let’s get you back there before they start to think we’re defiling a case on the stage.”

He chuckles, tangling his fingers deeper with yours before leading you towards his dressing room. As you hit the main hallway, most of the band and the crew are waiting there and start whooping and clapping the moment the two of you come into view.

“What the hell?” you question, as he holds your hand tighter trying to make your way down the hall. He shakes his head, cheeks pink as he bites his bottom lip.

“Hold up,” Jake stops you both just before the doorway to his room, arms crossing against his chest and a shit eating grin spread across his face. “Believe you owe this lady a thank you.”

“Hello, the song, on stage, the encore? In front of the whole damn audience,” he retorts, running his free hand through his curls before tugging you towards him and the door without getting you covered in post-show sweat. “Now I’d like to shower, get the heck out of here so I can spend some time with her. Without an audience.”

You can hear the snickers and wolf whistles, it’s your turn to flush. Jake shakes his head no.

“You know what you assholes, fine,” Shawn sighs before rolling his eyes.

“Don’t even with me kid,” Jake smirks.

“I know what you’re…” he trails off but tugs your hand, so you stand closer to him. “Shit. C’mere baby.”

The next thing you know he’s cupping your neck and kissing the breath straight out of you. Your hands fly up, one gripping his shoulder the other tangling in his hair. He pulls away first, just as breathless as you’re feeling.

“You all happy now? Can I please get into my room?” he asks.

Jake moves aside, patting him on the shoulder. He snatches your hand and tugs you into the room, shutting and locking the door behind you both.

“Do I even want to know?” you say, leaning back against the door as he toes off his boots.

“Grander the gesture, bigger the thank you,” he replies, stripping off his button down next, his tank and jeans follow. “They like to tease, you know this. Especially when you and I start getting the way we do. It’s all in good fun, but not when you pull the most epic surprise and I’ve run through a whole damn show. I haven’t seen you in how long and I still haven’t really held you or loved on you the way I want to.”

“Then you best go shower, sweetheart,” you tease. “You know feeling is mutual.”

He darts over to kiss you again, “Be right back.”

He’s quick, which you appreciate, and even more that he’s just in a pair of threadbare, low slung navy sweats when he heads back out to you. He drops the towel in his hand to snag yours, pulling you towards the couch. He flops down first and pulls you immediately down on top of him. He kisses your forehead before scooting you down so your head can rest comfortably on his shoulder. He smells fresh, clean, warm, like him and like home.

“Hi baby,” he murmurs against your lips before kissing you slowly and thoroughly. “Fuck, how I missed you. I can’t believe you’re here. I’m so damn happy that you’re here. You’re amazing you know that? How did you pull this off?”

“Once Hong Kong pushed timeline, I had a little wiggle room, but I wouldn’t be sure until Denmark signed off,” you explain, finger carefully tracing back and forth against his collarbone and shoulder. “I didn’t want to get either of our hopes up, so I didn’t say anything. Then like a week and a half ago? That night we just couldn’t get timing together I think you were in Panama still. I was up and cranky at stupid o’clock, said screw it. I knew I had some comp time due, had a little vacation time left, plus after Bucharest debacle on their part, they kind of owe me to boot. Called Bea, looped in Cez and voila.”

“You’re making it harder to even come remotely close to do for you what you do for me,” he presses his lips against your hair. “I’m so grateful for you.”

“There’s not a tally, sweetheart. We do for each other, you know this,” you remind him. “You and me, always right?”

There’s a knock on the door and jingling of keys, you go to move but Shawn holds you to him.

“Just gonna be C, we’re not doing anything. You stay put,” he wraps his arms around your waist and nuzzles your ear.  

“Sorry kids, time to get a move on,” Cez calls out from the doorway. “Can I come in? Are you at least PG?”

“It’s cuddling man, that’s all,” Shawn barks out with a laugh as you bury your head into his neck.

“You’ve got about 10 minutes to get yourselves together before the sprinter gets here,” he reminds you both. “We’ve got a curfew in the building overall, so we can’t be late on this one.”

“I’ll make sure he’s ready,” you reply, trying to wiggle out of his hold. “Let’s go, you. Need to get your stuff together. Can’t be late.”

“Listen to your girl, Shawn,” Cez remarks. “She’s right. Plus, you’ll be free of us and interruptions once you’re back at the hotel. Late call tomorrow since we’re already set here. I’m leaving the door unlocked and open so no funny bunny ok?”

“Thanks, Cez. See you in a few,” you say, trying to nudge at Shawn.

“You know that means we can go to that park in the morning,” you whisper, kissing his chin once Cez is back out in the hallway. “Upsy daisy dear.”

He sighs dramatically, but with a smile, “Only if you promise a little morning love, breakfast in bed and that park in the morning.”

“You drive such a hard bargain,” you giggle. “It’s a deal.”

He kisses you quickly and loudly before sitting up with you still in his hold, “I can’t wait to get you alone alone tonight.”

“Which would be sooner if you got a move on,” you roll your eyes, poking at his chest while his hands palm you ass.

He stops for a moment though, looks at you softly while not taking his eyes off of you.

“Love you pretty girl,” he declares, hand pushing stray strands of your hair away from your cheek, before holding it in his palm.

“Love you too, Shawn.”  

[the-rad-pineapple]

1987

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Sam wakes up. It’s dark. Muffled music plays around him. It’s loud enough that he can’t hear anything else. He reaches a hand out in front of him. It brushes against the wall. He’s in a small space. His eye catches something below him. A slit of light. There’s a door in front of him. He blindly grasps for the doorknob and eventually finds it. He pushes the door opens and blinks. A Michael Jackson song is loudly playing. People fill the small living room in front of him. Sam’s sure none of these people are sober. They’re all dancing in jagged, stumbling movements, bumping up against each other. No one seems to notice him as he walks across the room. He finds the entrance to the kitchen. Three people are sharing noodles from a pot while one guy is staring at the open refrigerator. Sam approaches the fridge guy. “Hey,” Sam greets softly. The guy slowly looks up. His eyes take a moment to focus on Sam. He smiles dazedly. “Hey,” he slurs. “What’s up!” “Where am I?” The guy laughs. “I thought I was blasted. Karl Moroni’s house.” Sam’s eyebrows draw together in confusion. “Who?” The guy laughs. “You’re at a house in Santa Barbara.” “California?” “Shit, man. Are you okay?” Sam nods tersely. “Yeah, I’m just gonna go to the bathroom.” “Yeah, you do that,” the guy says in reply with an amused smirk on his face. Sam quickly leaves the kitchen. He spots the front door and is about to leave when he sees a newspaper on the counter next to him. He slowly picks it up, and his breath catches in his throat. The date reads: “December 18, 1987.” Sam practically slams the paper back down on the counter. He needs air. He hurriedly races towards the front door and bursts it open. He gulps down the fresh air. Okay, so he’s in 1987. This isn’t so bad, right? He can try and reenact that stupid spell. ...Which requires fairy dust and an angel feather. There’s no way.

No.

He has to think calmly. He can find the bunker again. And...and...the bunker doesn’t have those ingredients. Sam rubs a hand over his face and feels his chest tighten in hopelessness. Even if he eventually finds all the ingredients for the spell, it could take him months to prepare. He isn’t going home any time soon. “Sam,” a low voice says quietly.

At first, Sam thinks he made it up. He turns around just as Castiel collapses. Sam manages to drag Castiel back inside the house party. He places Cas on the nearest couch. Everyone just assumes they’re a part of the party. Cas can easily pass as someone who had too much to drink. Sam quickly wipes blood from the angel’s nose with his sleeve. He also checks to make sure Castiel is still breathing. He is. Sam sighs in relief. He gets up and momentarily moves Castiel’s legs to sit on the couch, putting them across his lap once he sits down. Sam glances at the clock. It’s nearly midnight. He wonders how long the party will last. As the clock nears 1am, Sam closes his eyes, hoping to rest. The party is too distracting, and he only manages to drift between consciousness and sleep, never fully reaching either. He jerks awake. The clock reads 4:37am. The party has basically ended. Everyone is asleep on any surface they can find. People are lying all over the floor, and one woman is asleep on the small coffee table in front of him. Sam knows he and Cas have to leave before people start waking up. He gently presses on the angel’s chest. “Cas,” Sam whispers. Castiel doesn’t respond. Sam shakes his shoulder. “Castiel.” Cas’ eyes blink open. He looks around the room before he sees Sam. “We need to leave,” Sam tells him. Cas stares back in confusion. Sam pushes Castiel’s legs off of him and helps him sit up. He puts an arm around Cas and guides him up. Cas leans on Sam heavily as they make their way out of the house. Sam leans Cas against one of the cars outside, and he easily breaks into it. He opens the door for Cas and helps him sit in the passenger seat. Sam quickly gets into the driver side and hotwires the car. He glances at Cas in worry as Cas’ eyes close, and he leans against the window. Sam gets the car working, and takes it out of park.

Then he drives. He drives for hours. He doesn’t have a destination. He’s mainly waiting for Castiel to wake back up, so they can both go home. It’s peaceful. One of the most peaceful moments he’s had in a long, long time. He enjoys taking in the scenery and seeing people live their day-to-day lives as he drives through a few small towns. Eventually, Sam stops at a small gas station for a bathroom break and some food. When he comes back into the car, Castiel is awake and sitting up. “Hey, Cas,” Sam says. “Hello, Sam.” His voice is tired and worn. “How are you feeling?” The angels sighs. “Tired. But I should be fine to take you home in a few more hours.” “I’m glad to hear that. For a few minutes there I thought I was stuck here. How did you find me?” “It took a couple days, but Dean and I managed to trace where the spell took you.” “A couple days? I saw you a few minutes after I got here.” “Yes. That was my intention.” “Well, you take all the time you need to rest up for the trip back, okay?” “Thank you.” Sam starts the car and begins to drive out of the parking lot. “I actually saw a movie theater a few miles back. Want to go?” Castiel turns to Sam. “I’ve never been to the movies before. I would like that.” “Wait, really? You’ve never been?” Castiel shook his head. “Well, then it’s about time.” He glances over to see Castiel is smiling.

[allie1804-fan]

A Doorway is Opened (Chapter 2)

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 It was June 2020 and progress was being made with plans to re-open film production - Keanu would soon be heading back to Germany to continue shooting the Matrix 4.  With the lock-down restrictions on meeting friends lifting, Keanu invited Hannah to dinner at his house. He even cooked - a dish of spaghetti with prawns, fresh tomato and lemon that his sister had taught him.  This would be their first meeting in 2 months and their last in 2 months due to the shooting schedule.  

After dinner, they went through to his living room and sat on the sofa to talk through the latest draft of the script.

 “So, you’re glad I pushed you on this aren’t you? Gave you something to do in lock-down huh?”

 “Yeah OK you win”, she laughed. “I’m grateful to you for giving me the confidence to try”  

 She carried on:

 “You know these past couple of months I’ve felt like the clouds have lifted, the clouds of grief …. and I know that’s partly just time passing but it’s also thanks to you and your friendship” she spoke in an almost whisper.  When she met his gaze he was blushing again!

 “The screenplay gave me a real focus for the first time since Mark died you know other than helping the boys and just putting one foot in front of the other”

 He nodded his understanding

 “I kind of feel like a plant coming back to life after a long dark winter”

 He smiled to think he’d helped her to loosen grief’s grip on her soul.

 “I heard a theory about this before. They said that your grief is always the same, the same size and just as painful but your life grows around it and cushions the pain”

 Keanu nodded his agreement

 “For me” he said, “sometimes my grief bursts forth like an alien from my chest when I least expect it. I hope we find a way to express your concept in the movie when it’s made -  I love it so much. You have some beautiful ways of explaining grief”

 “Well like I said, that one’s not mine, it’s just one I found that really resonated with me”

 “You’re too modest”

 They looked at each other. Somehow, the atmosphere had changed with the sharing of such deep feelings. Keanu looked at her, soft brown eyes holding hers for a few moments longer than felt comfortable. Suddenly he shook his head as if a shiver went through him

 “Where are my manners, would you like some more wine”

 “I better not, I’m driving and I’ve already had one glass” she said.

 “You could always sleep over, in the spare room I mean, I mean I’m not hitting on you or anything, not that I wouldn’t want to, oh God! ……….”

 By this point, Hannah had started laughing at his befuddlement and he started to giggle as well.

 “Sorry for being such a dork – could you stay though?” he beseeched her with his eyes,  or do you need to be back for the kids?, I know I sound like I’m begging, I kind of am I guess ……….. it would just be nice to talk some more ………. I mean what with we me going away for 2 months, Facetime just isn’t the same!”

 Hannah took pity on him and placed her hand on top of his and stroked it softly

 “1 I don’t need to be back for the boys, they’re at their grandparents this week and so 2, yes I could sleep over and 3 yes please, more wine!”

 Keanu beamed and leapt up to fetch the bottle from the kitchen.

“What were we talking about before I started being a total dork?!

 Hannah chuckled “oh grief, death, our usual cheery stuff!”

 “Oh yes, of course we were, what else is there after all?!”

 A ghost of a smiled showed on Hannah’s face.

 “Do you mind telling me some more about Mark? How long were you together”

 “Wow, over 30 years   - we were just kids when we met, literally in elementary school. But we didn’t go out until I was 17, nearly 18. I guess I kind of stalked him until he caved in!  We knew we were in love about a month in I guess and we got engaged whilst at uni but married just after. I was 23 so we had been married 27 years when he died”

 “Wow you were so young to be getting married!”

 “I know right! - when I think Toby is already nearly that age, it freaks me out big time.  Anyway, I guess you almost know the rest, from the book. We were lucky in so many ways to find each other and stay in love throughout.

 A comfortable silence fell as she reflected and wondered about his romantic history. She hoped their current intimacy meant it would be OK to ask.

 “What about you? Who have been your big loves, if it’s OK to ask”

 “Sure – I mean I think I can be confident of not seeing any of this in next week’s National Enquirer! Let me see, errrrm  there was Penny. She drove with me from Toronto to LA when I left there to pursue my career.  It wasn’t exactly serious - she knew how focussed on my acting I was, but she was special, my first steady girlfriend I guess.”

Keanu then told her about a few other steady girlfriends in the 80’s and early 90s. None of them had lasted beyond a year. Film and promotional schedules often overtook his time and took him away from LA making it hard to sustain relationships.

 “And then there was Jennifer. We had a long distance thing largely as I was away filming the first Matrix not long after we hooked up. I think that added in my head to the romance of it all. Writing her letters on my little typewriter after long days on set, posting them from thousands of miles away. Once I got back to LA things felt less sure, she was never confident in us, always needing reassurance and I think she found the celebrity thing both exciting and overwhelming - like she was part way a fan, partly my lover, you know? Then she got pregnant and everything changed”

 “Oh so Jennifer was the mother of your baby, the one who died?”

 Hannah knew this one fact about him but had steered away from looking stuff up on-line about it. She counted him as a friend now so if anything was to be shared, it had to come from him.

 “Yeah, Ava’s mother. 19 years ago…….so much water under the bridge.”

 “Do you think about her often now?”

 “Who? Jen or Ava?”

 “Both I guess”

 “Yeah sometimes. You know in a sliding doors type way, especially at Christmas. That’s when we lost Ava. Christmas Eve 1999. What about you, do you think about your lost babies?”

 “Yes sometime of course …….  but I think it’s different for me. My lost babies paved the way for Josh. If they’d lived, he wouldn’t be here, so I don’t mourn them as maybe you mourn your daughter, do you see? Of course I do think of them and every Christmas we’d hang stars and angels on the tree for them. That’s how we remembered them and the pain of their loss.”

 Hannah was quiet for a few moments, remembering

 “Do you have a way, a ritual to remember Ava? Do you and your family do something to remember her?”

 “I guess they always just try to make sure I’m not alone at Christmas. That’s threatened to happen a couple of times and then Brenda or Janey or Alexandra have stepped in you know to rescue me! Stop me embodying my meme!”

 “Your meme?”

 You know, “Sad Keanu”?

 “That one must have passed me by! I’ll get the boys to explain to their boomer mom!”

 “I’m so glad you’re a boomer mum as you say and not all over it when it comes to press and internet stuff about me. It’s refreshing. Makes me feel I can be me without all that stuff informing who you think I am. Sometimes it gets in the way with new people, you know? I know I can be myself around my old old friends like Alex (he was in Bill and Ted) and Rob (he was in the band with me)

 “Wait you were in a band?”

 “Yes back in the 90s, Dogstar. Our folk thrash punk band”

 “Sounds interesting – I clearly wasn’t paying enough attention back in the 90s!”

 “Well we weren’t exactly topping the charts so that would probably explain it!”

 “Can I hear some of your stuff?”

 “Sure”

 Keanu fetched some cds and had a look through to pick a song, going for  “And I Pray”.

 “Gosh, a man of many talents” she praised “what did you play?”

 “the bass”

 “Cool”

 “wanna listen to some more music? I can hook up my phone to the speakers and we can play things on Spotify”.

 “Sure, so you’re au fait with all the new tech? I took me ages to get there and I still have loads of cds and vinyl”

 “me too   - believe me I’m generally way behind the curve with technology but my god-daughter and my kid sister both played a role in bringing me into the 21st century”

They spent the next couple of hours, huddled on the sofa, scrolling through music choices on his phone and sharing both his and her favourites as well as reminiscing about bands they’d grown up listening to and great concerts they’d been to.

 It was around 1am, with Pink Floyd’s “Wish You Were Here” softly playing that Hannah’s head lolled onto Keanu’s shoulder, the impact startling her back awake

 “sorry, sorry” she said embarrassed

 “hey no worries, you wanna go to bed now?” he asked

 “Yeah, as you saw, my eyes are closing” 

 “Come on, let’s get you set up in the guest room, I’ve got a spare t-shirt you can sleep in if you like and there’s a new toothbrush in the en-suite with your room.

 The room was a pretty one, perhaps decorated with his god-daughter in mind she thought. Once he’d shown her where things were and how to work the shower, Keanu bade her goodnight with a light kiss on her cheek. Despite being so tired, it took Hannah a good half hour to fall asleep. She touched the cheek where he’d kissed her and giggled inwardly at herself for feeling like a giddy teenager. In the past 2 months, she’d recognised her growing fondness for Keanu, putting it down to a mix of absence making the heart grow fonder and the Covid crisis making her susceptible. She’d found him very attractive way before she met him but she certainly hadn’t expected that he would reciprocate those nascent feelings. Tonight his lingering gaze as they talked about grief, his befuddlement trying to get her to stay and his soft goodnight kiss all made her wonder and maybe even hope. Tomorrow was another day.

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