#AND IF YOU ASK ME TO BRING YOU SOMETHING DOWNSTAIRS CAN YOU FUCKING WAIT. INSTEAD OF GOING UPSTAIRS TO LOOK FOR ME. I'LL KILL YOU

[hychlorions]

ranting to my friends isn't enough i need to break a plate over my head and slam every door in the house until they come off their hinges

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Hi, I would like to ask for a rafe with ''Let's worry about the consequences later.'' and 'I would never let anyone or anything hurt you.'' with a reader pogue

Request: John B.'s older sister/Rafe's past girlfriend get kidnapped instead of Kiara + Rafe comforting you at night

my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time

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The worst thing that could happen after getting rescued by this suspicious pilot happened. You should’ve saved your ass and followed the others instead of helping the pilot and swimming in the other direction. If you had, you would not have been separated from the rest of the pogues or gotten taken and kidnapped by some strong-armed men.

You were brought to a lavish compound guarded by lots of armed guards, locked in a room and told to be ready for dinner at 8pm. Various sizes of the same red dress were waiting in a closet with a note that said ‘pick your size’. You felt like a doll forced to play real-life dress up.

When the clock struck 8, a maid unlocked your door and brought you downstairs to meet your captor — Carlos Singh —, but when you got there, you found Rafe Cameron instead. He was looking out a window, his back facing you, but you knew it was him.

‘’Rafe?’’

He turned around, his familiar blue eyes looking back at you. His head was buzzed and he was wearing a white button up and a blue blazer, looking as handsome as you remembered. You would have been happy to see him if he had not chosen that stupid cross over you that day on the Coastal Venture.

‘’You’re a part of this?!’’

Rafe drew his eyebrows together in a frown. ‘’I don't know what you're talking about, but I’m here for business. I’m meeting a possible buyer for the cross.’’

That damn cross again…

Before you could exchange more words, a man with a perfectly cut beard and wearing a tailored suit walked in with a drink in one hand. ‘’You two know each other, right?’’ He shifted his eyes between you and Rafe, amusement curling on his lips when he sensed a tension between you two. ‘’Shall we head for dinner? We have some things to discuss.’’

With a chill in your bones, you followed Carlos to the dining area.

You tensed when you felt a hand on the small of your back, but relaxed when you realized it was Rafe’s and not one of Carlos’ men’s. Your trust in him was broken, but you knew he wouldn’t let anyone in this house get their hands on you.

A nice table had been set with place settings for three. The food looked delicious, and your stomach felt tight from having not eaten anything since last night, but you couldn't bring yourself to eat anything. In this property, your life was on a thin line and all you could think about was staying on your guard.

Less than three minutes into the dinner, Carlos asked about Denmark Tanney’s diary. He suspected one of you to have it since the only way to find the emplacement of the cross was through the diary. Unlike Rafe, you knew what Carlos was talking about, but unfortunately you did not have it in your possession.

‘’I know one of you knows something. When you give me the diary, I’ll let you go. Until then,’’ Carlos glanced at the guards and with a tilt of his head, you and Rafe were escorted to that same room they had locked you in.

In the room, Rafe was pacing, trying to not spiral into panic.

‘’I got a boat. I can get us off the island, but first we gotta get out of here.’’

You sat on the end of the bed, evaluating your options, but beside the diary there was none. ‘’The door is locked from the outside and there’s security all over the house and property. We’re stuck.’’

You were usually more optimistic, but this place was a fucking fortress.

‘’Please tell me you know where that damn diary is,’’ Rafe pleaded, kneeling down in front of your sitting figure. 

You shook your head. You had heard your brother talk about Denmark Tanney’s diary, but you had never touched or seen it. ‘’I’m sorry.’’

When the night came, you changed into a gray silk pajama you found in the drawers. You felt like an imposter in those clothes. It was a lot more fancy than the old band tee shirts and bunny print pajama pants you wore at home.

‘’I look ridiculous,’’ you said when coming out of the bathroom, feeling uncomfortable.

Rafe’s eyes looked you over, swiping his tongue over his lips when noticing your nipples poking through the delicate silk. ‘’I think you look…nice.’’ It wasn’t his initial adjective of choice, but your relationship was too strained for a spicier compliment.

You felt warmth creeping on your cheeks. ‘’Shut up.’’

You crossed the room and hid beneath the bed covers. After sleeping outside on mattresses made of braided leaves for the past month, a soft mattress and a warm duvet comforter felt like laying on a fucking cloud.

Although you were warm and comfortable, sleep didn’t come to you.

After seeing the way Carlos handled the ones who crossed him, you couldn’t stop hearing the gunshot that took Jimmy Portis’s life. He said you and Rafe had until tomorrow to tell him where the diary is, making you the nexts on his list.

With shaking hands and a rapid heartbeat, you sat up and peered down the bed. Rafe offered to sleep on the floor, taking a sole cushion from the bed for pillow.

‘’Rafe?’’ you whispered in the dark. 

He hummed sleepily, only half asleep.

‘’Can you come sleep in the bed with me? I…I’m scared.’’

You didn’t hear any movement so you assumed Rafe had gone back to sleep, but you saw a shadow standing up. Although your relationship never properly ended and you didn’t know where it stood, Rafe never stopped loving you. He cared deeply about you and his protective instinct was to make you feel safe.

He slid under the covers beside you and you reached for him, clung to him like he was your lifeline. ‘’I’m here,’’ he reassured, snaking an arm around your scared frame. ‘’And I’m not gonna let go of you this time.’’

Saving the cross instead of helping you when you fell overboard was something he regretted immensely. He should’ve taken your hand instead of grabbing the rope and trying to save the cross. Rafe wasn’t strong enough to hold the cross by himself, it was going to fall off the boat anyway.

‘’Promise?’’ You tilted your head to look up at him.

He grabbed your hands to hold in his and sealed his promise with a kiss on your joined hands. '’I would never let anyone or anything hurt you. I’ve let things come between us in the past, but I’m done with that.''

‘’What are we gonna do, Rafe? Without the diary, we’re dea—’’

A finger shut your lips before you could finish your sentence. ‘’I’m gonna get us out of here, okay? Whatever it takes. Let's worry about the consequences later.’’

Rafe didn’t have a plan, but if he needed to kill Carlos Singh with his bare hands, he would. 

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[pocket-watcher]

Everyone simply adored Daniel.

From his perfectly charming smile to his deep brown eyes to the way his hair seemed to always fall perfectly, even when he’d just spent the last hour out for a run.

Stupid Daniel with his gorgeous face.

How could they not see?!

The hatred started when you’d noticed he never actually said anything of use.

Once you’d listened (or tried to, through the door) for 40 minutes as he talked the downstairs neighbour around and around in circles about a noise complaint.

“I’m so deeply sorry.” He’d said. “It’s so difficult for me to think of how you must be feeling. You don’t want to be mad at me, do you? I just hate that sinking feeling I get when someone is mad at me. Just relax. I’m sure we can work something out…”

The conversation ultimately ending up with the neighbour apologising to Daniel.

Then there was the constant sex noises.

Stretched out moans, slowly ramping up and down and up and down, teasing his partner to the edge before bringing them right back again.

It was as if Daniel’s dick was a gift from God.

You found yourself wishing he was into BDSM so he’d gag whoever he had in there. No sex is that good, you thought.

It had been easy to avoid him and his infuriating-ness. Until now.

You stared down at your doormat at the tiny little note scrawled in thick black ink “LEFT WITH NEIGHBOUR”.

Of course it had.

It had been a long day at work. You were exhausted, and all you wanted was for you and your package to be left alone.

Away from the rhythmic thudding and moans from next door. Thud. Thud. Thud.

Away from Daniel.

You didn’t even wait for him and whoever he had in there to finish. In a huff you slammed your fist against his door.

The orgasmic moans echoed for a moment, and then shuffling was heard. The door opened.

Now, you’d expected the door to open just enough for a conversation. A tiny crack. After all, every tenant in the building knew what had just been happening, so you’d expected some shame.

But this was Daniel.

He swung the door full-force open, shirtless, bed head, and a very revealing half-askew boxers.

“…Yes?”

You cleared your throat and willed your face to turn back to its original, not flushed colour.

“You have a package for me.” You said, looking down at the floor.

He followed your gaze but looked between his legs instead.

“Do I?” He teased, before turning to retrieve the box.

“Y-You should keep it down, you know.” You found the courage to say.

“Sorry about that.” He laughed, handing you the package, your fingers touching his.

“Y-Yeah, well…”

“You’re welcome to join if you’re feeling left out.” He looked up at you through his eyelashes.

You angrily looked for signs of joking on his face. When you didn’t find any, you exploded.

“And what makes you think I’d want to do that?!”

“Oh… nothing.” Your eyes trail down his abs towards-

You shake the thought out of your head.

“I just have this thing about me, you know? I tend to draw people in.” He comments. “I don’t know if it’s my eyes that you could get lost in, or how you imagine my hands on your chest pushing you down onto the bed, or maybe it’s the way my words just push every rational thought out of that pretty head of yours…”

You realised your mouth was open slightly. You snapped your gaze away from his eyes, then his lips, and then his boxers.

Fuck.

It was like his body was magnetic. You felt your legs heavily moving towards him, the rational part of your brain sinking back for something else to take over.

What’s worse, you felt yourself drooling.

“There’s just something so alluring, isn’t there? The mystery of the unknown. That constant sound. Don’t you want to experience bliss like that?” He asked you.

Your anger had faded. Your mind, a puddle, melted by that look in his eyes.

He was growing taller. No. Your knees were buckling. Sinking. You were kneeling in front of him. Your mind a constant flow of his voice. Sink. Kneel. Obey. Drop.

Your eyes looked up at him. Glossy. Blank.

“Why don’t you come inside.”

It wasn’t a request. It was a command.

[starrypen]

hello! i hope you're having a nice day 💕

also, i just fell in love w the way you write, and was wondering if i can request for an specific scenario!! you and jake are friends and have feelings for each other but no one confesses until you end up hooking up at a party 🤨 i thought abt this the whole day but i just know you're gonna write it better! please, and thank you 💗

⋇⊶⊰ BOUND TO HAPPEN ⊱⊷⋇

pairing: crush!jake x fem!reader

genre: smut

summary: a dull college party brings you and your crush closer than ever before. if you cum, you agree to be his girlfriend.

warnings: mentions of alcohol, pet names, oral (receiving), squirt, dom!jake, 2.3k words

a/n: thank u so much for your compliments and for your request <3 i don’t really go to parties so i’m not sure it’s tooooo realistic/accurate, im sorry!!

“i think i just saw jake and his friends walk up your driveway,” you frantically patted at your friends’ arms, waiting, rather impatiently, for one of them to admit that they invited him without telling you.

“it’s cool, y/n, i invited jay and you know that they can’t be separated,” raya’s hand found yours as she spoke. she gave it a tight squeeze before dropping it as three boys walked straight into her kitchen.

“hey, where’s the party at?” one of jay’s friends asked, placing a crate of beer onto the counter. “where is everyone?”

“i said 10,” raya replied, “but who actually arrives at 10?”

“true,” jay responded, continuing the conversation by asking about who he was expecting to see here.

you couldn’t make out any names, all your focus was on the boy to his right. jake. he gave you a friendly smile and a slight wave, one that beckoned you over to him. you grabbed a bottle of beer from the kitchen counter on your way over to him and extended it towards him. he took it with a “thank you,” before grabbing his keys from his jacket pocket and opening the cap. “how have you been? i haven’t seen you in so long,” he joked, knowing you’d shared a lecture together that morning.

“ugh so stressed, there’s this one guy in my class, he’s so annoying!” you snarked back, “jake, i think his name is.”

“nah, i heard he’s super smart and hot, a distraction if anything,” he took a swing of his beer. you mimicked, taking a sip of your drink too. “fuck, what is this shit, tastes rancid!” he pulls it away from his face to read the label, “0%, who brought alcohol free beer to a party?” his eyes landed on the friend of jay’s that had come in shouting, he clicked his tongue and muttered something under his breath. “i genuinely have no idea who that guy is, and i don’t think jay does either,” he laughed, whispering closely into your ear. your hand gripped his arm naturally as he spoke, you were barely able to concentrate on what he said, knowing he was so close to you right now.

“you seriously don’t know him?” you snapped your head around to get another look at the guy, “shouldn’t we like, tell him to leave?”

“nah, no point, looks like he’s already found someone to defend him,” he points over towards the guy again, whose tongue is down raya’s throat.

it’s midnight. the downstairs of raya’s house is full of people, mostly students from your college but some you don’t even recognise. over the last two hours, you realised that the guy who came in with jay and jake was actually the dj that raya had been sleeping with for the past month. he was loud and obnoxiously extroverted, and worst of all, pretty bad at djing.

a hand on the small of your back took you away from the conversation you were having with some people you knew from campus. “we’re playing truth or dare,” jay explained, guiding you to the kitchen, where, thankfully, the music was quieter.

“nah, not really for me,” you replied, turning back on yourself, when you noticed jake. “oh, are you playing?” you asked him, ready to change your mind.

“are you?” he asked back.

“no, she’s being boring!” jay answered for you, leaving you with nothing more to add than an awkward smile.

instead of barging back in on the conversation you were just having with your other friends, you headed to the bathroom upstairs. jake followed quietly. as you went to shut the door, jake slipped into the bathroom with you, only realising once he was actually in the room with you that you probably came in here to use the toilet.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t think this was the uh-” he stuttered his way through the sentence, trying to shut and cover his eyes for no reason.

“no it’s okay i didn’t come in here to,” you coughed in place of the word, “i’m just here to get away from that lot,” you pointed to the floor.

“honestly,” his hand scratched at the back of his head, “i’m kinda bored of this party.”

“me too,” you responded, a little too excitedly as if this was a groundbreaking opinion that you had in common. “shall we go to raya’s room and talk for a bit? or just sit on our phones without being pestered to play some stupid drinking game?”

“yeah, i actually need to tell you something anyway,” he agreed with a shy smile, shuffling into the smallest space possible to let you unlock the door and lead the way, “she won’t mind, right?”

“no, she’s cool with whatever,” you shrug, twisting the door handle and walking into the disaster she calls a room. “don’t mind the mess, 3 girls had to get changed in here earlier!” you explain, as if he’d understand. you propped yourself against her headboard and threw all of the random clothes into the floor. you scurried your feet under the blanket folded at the end of her bed. he joined you after taking off his jacket, resting his head on her pillow, his hands clasped together on his torso. “what did you need to tell me?” you rolled onto your side, your hand sandwiched between your cheek and a pillow.

“oh,” he rolled over to face you, “that guy, leo, he’s the dj.”

your heart sank as he told you, you were kind of hoping for more, and it was definitely clear on your face.

“and also that you look pretty tonight,” he smiled, his hand at your hip, “you always look pretty in fact, i think about how pretty you are all the time.”

you hide your face by burying it into the pillow, “i thought those beers were 0%?”

“i’m being serious y/n,” he clarifies.

you look back at him again. his eyes are filled with sincerity, but it’s hard for you to remain focused on them when your eyes keep falling to his lips. you reassured yourself that it was okay, his eyes were doing the same.

“can i kiss you?” he asks, taking his hand from your hip in favour of tucking a strand of your straightened hair behind your ear.

as he leaned closer, you felt his thumb graze over your lobe a few times. “please,” you whispered.

it seemed to take forever for your lips to finally come together, but when they did, it was everything you’d imagined it to be. he took your bottom lip between his own, enclosing his lips around it more harshly with each kiss. it wasn’t long before your tongues vied to enter the other’s mouth. in the meantime, jake had managed to steady himself on his elbow, soon on top of you, between your legs. you were experienced enough to know exactly where this was going, but that wasn’t what you wanted from this, so you pulled away for a moment.

“jake,” you started, snapping him out of the trance you’d put him in, “i really like you, you know that right?” your hands squeezed as his upper arms.

he melted under your touch. “i do now,” he laughed, “and i really like you too, don’t worry.”

“so, i don’t want this to just be,” you motioned to either side of you both, “just whatever this is.”

“it’s not,” he chuckled before leaning in to give you a small gentle kiss on your lips. another shortly followed, and then a longer one at the corner of your mouth. you played with his hair between your fingers. “baby, you’re already mine,” he commented, kissing your collarbone while tugging at the chest area of your shirt that showed a lot of cleavage. you managed to drop the straps of the top, shaking them off of your arms as jake eagerly tugged at your shirt some more, leaving it be at the middle of your tummy. his kisses trailed over your chest, down to the button on your jeans. “you’re so fucking gorgeous,” he kneels between your legs as he tussles with the denim waistband of his own jeans while you do the same. you undo yours before him and wait for him to take them off for you, which he does along with your panties before even doing his own.

it’s almost as if he forgets to take off his jeans, as he shuffles down the bed with his thumb slowly circling your clit. he replaces his thumb with his plump lips, pressing a small, light kiss against it while your legs try to close in on him. he pulls away, his middle finger lapping your pussy before he gently pushes it in. “if i make you cum tonight, will you be my girlfriend?” his smile is cheeky, but you know jake well enough to know that it’s genuine.

your lips struggle to stay shut as you nod, trying your hardest not to moan under his touch already.

his head ducks again, “good,” he smiles against your clit. his tongue fights the hood of your clit, easily finding the most sensitive part of your body in a matter of seconds. your hand pushes his head further onto you as his tongue works your clit and his fingers curl inside you. you’re not sure when he added another finger, but you’re enjoying it too much to care.

“fuck, jake,” your legs close a little more around his head as you feel a trickle, or maybe a stream, of water run out of you.

“did you just squirt for me, baby?” he looks up at you while biting his lower lip.

“i think,” you laugh awkwardly, “i’ve never done that before!”

“fuck that’s so hot,” his fingers curl inside you one last time before he pulls them out. they’re dripping wet, as you expected. “suck on them princess, make them clean,” he commands. you take the two fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them and trying to take more of their length as you would his cock. while you’re sucking on his fingers, jake manages to unbutton his pants to reveal his dick. he pumps it in his hands a few times while removing his jeans before tapping it against your clit.

“do you,” you pause as he hits it against your clit one more time, causing you to shake in pleasure, “do you have a condom?”

he scrambles off the bed, reaching inside his jacket pocket which he threw to the ground and pulling out a small silver tin filled with condoms. he singled one out and opened it up, rolling it onto his dick with the most adorable concentration face. he climbs back into the bed, his hands coming to your sides to flip you over and help you onto all fours in front of him. you back up, your ass against his hard dick, which is enough for jake to know you want it just as much as he does.

with his hand at the base of his cock, he pushes it into you gently, letting you take it all and get used to his girth.

“should i move?” he asks, almost as if he feels guilty for his size.

you hum, it’s the only thing you can do while he’s inside of you, you realise.

he pulls his dick out and pushes it back in again, soon building up to a pace that suits you both. his hand has found your hair, he’s bunched it together and pulled it all back, using it to keep his balance as he fucks you. you help him keep his rhythm, throwing your ass back against him until he stops abruptly.

“turn over, baby, i miss that beautiful face of yours,” he taps your ass as he pulls out of you. a little short of breath, he relaxes back against his heels while you turn over. your hand finds your clit, rubbing it for him to watch. “is that how you like it?” he asks, mentally taking notes. he takes your hand away and places it near to your face, as if he’s asking you to suck on your fingers. he gets to his knees once again and lines himself up with your pussy. his dick misses a few times, which makes him a little mad at himself. you think it’s cute. he finally gets it in with a groan, “shit, you feel so good,” he compliments, leaning on his hand above your head. his lips find your forehead. he places a gentle kiss against it while whispering, “you look so good under me,” before allowing himself to sit upright again. his pace matches the pace he set before, but this time he added rubbing your clit into the equation, just as you showed him only moments ago.

“jake,” your hand rested on his chest while the other gripped at the sheet beneath you, “i’m cumming,” you moaned and winced, your pussy throbbing around him. you felt so vulnerable in that moment, but you knew you were safe with jake.

“you’re such a good girl,” his came close to your face again, taking your lips between his own and then pulling away as the pulsating became less intense around his dick. he began to fuck you again, but a lot sloppier and with more groans than before. he soon pulled out, pulling off the condom and wobbling and kneeling to the side of you in urgency before spraying your tits with his cum. you took your finger to your chest, scraping up what you could before dripping it into your mouth and sucking the rest off your fingers. jake pulled up his boxers and ran to the bathroom you were in earlier that night to grab a towel, the bathroom bin going with a loud clang as he disposed of the condom. he came back and patted your chest with the towel, your face too, all while laughing to himself.

“what’s funny?” you asked, searching for your own underwear with your hand.

“nothing,” he carried on, chuckling away, “you’re just really cute.” you smiled to yourself, sorting out your rolled up shirt with your other hand to cover your chest again. jake tried to help, but unfortunately the only time he can keep his lips off of yours is to kiss your neck, or mumble against it. “even cuter now that you're my girlfriend.”

“guys, why are you in my-” raya covers her eyes as soon as she notices jake is only in his boxers, “not my best sheets, y/n,” she comments with a cry, before shutting the door, leaving the pair of you to laugh about almost getting caught.

[worksby-d]

𝒟𝓇𝑜𝓅 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓃𝑜𝓌

Pairing: best friend’s dad!Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Summary: Still learning what you do and don't like when it comes to your sex life with Andy.

Warnings: Age gap (Reader in her 20s), quickie, kinda rough, little bit of degrading dirty talk, choking, delayed (?) aftercare (i probably made that up lmfao you'll see though), 18+

Word count: ~1,000

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His hand covering your mouth muffles each shuddering breath you let out as your hips repeatedly hit against the edge of his porcelain countertop.

“You couldn't wait just a couple hours, could you?”

Crying out against his palm, you shake your head, praying his walls are thick enough to stifle the obscene noises–the dirty words he's growling in your ear.

“You had to get me up here to fuck you in this bathroom instead, huh?”

If he wasn't fucking you senseless, you'd make a remark about how it wasn't hard to do.

He almost choked on his beer reading the first text you sent, quickly glancing at his son, hoping he didn't notice.

It was you telling him exactly what you were planning to do with him later. He did his best to ignore you, to keep from shifting in his seat–until you followed up with some pictures you knew would do the trick when he didn't respond.

He finally snapped and told you to call him so he could lie and say it was a work call he needed to take upstairs.

He wasted no time pulling you into his bathroom to give you what you wanted.

“Look at you–”

He forces you to look at yourself in the mirror in front of you–pants pulled down around your thighs, tears welling in your eyes from trying desperately to hold back.

“Acting like a slut will get you fucked like one.”

“Andy, please,” you gasp as his hand drops to your neck. “I'm gonna–”

You can't finish your sentence before your eyes are rolling back, a harsh snap of his hips pushing you over the edge. His fingers press against the sides of your throat to keep you quiet as he cums too, letting out his own muffled moan against your shoulder.

“Good girl.” His voice is hushed, hand loosening its grip on your neck and falling to your waist so he can hold you properly for just a second.

You've barely caught your breath when you feel him pull away from you though, quickly cleaning himself up enough to get back downstairs.

“Dinner’s almost ready,” he says, patting your back as he leans toward you for a quick kiss. “You good?”

Nodding, you kiss him back, almost hesitantly, the realization that he's gonna leave you to clean up and calm down yourself slowly hitting you.

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Andy gets increasingly more worried with each minute that passes since he left you in his room. He doesn't want to bring attention to anything by checking on you though, so he and Jacob start to eat dinner without you.

“Where’s Y/N?”

He wants to kick himself for asking. Why would Jacob know?

“Uh, not sure,” he answers, looking at his phone. “When she gets doing assignments, she doesn't stop. Maybe she had a lot. I'll text her.”

Andy chuckles at that. “You can't walk up a flight of stairs and talk to her in person?”

“Don't wanna bug her,” he shrugs.

You give him an abrupt “no” when you get his text asking if you're going to eat, and you're relieved when he leaves it at that.

Back downstairs, Andy is anything but relieved though. The past half hour plays over and over in his head, each moment dissected as he tries to figure out if he did something wrong.

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Eventually hearing footsteps coming down the hall toward his bedroom, you sink further beneath the blankets you're cuddled up under.

The door opening doesn't faze you, you know it's Andy.

“What are you doing?” A look of concern floods his eyes as they fall on you curled up in his bed.

You don't know if you're trying to convince him or yourself with how quickly you answer, “Nothing.”

Your eyes stay set on your phone in your hand though.

“Okay, uh, Jacob went out…”

“Yeah, he texted me,” you shrug.

“You guys and your texting when you're in the same house,” he snorts. When he doesn't get a similar reaction from you, he knows something’s up. “What's wrong?”

“Sorry–” Your voice cracks and you finally set your phone down.

He swiftly moves to sit on the edge of the bed next to you. “For what?”

“I didn't like it,” you admit. You roll your eyes, not knowing how to even say it. “What we did in the bathroom.”

“Shit, I…” He knew it. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” you quickly assure him. “No, it's stupid. I like when you're rough with me and I know I asked for it, but you usually, like… hold me afterward, I guess. And I like that.”

His heart breaks. You're still figuring this part of your relationship out with each other, but he feels like shit for making you feel clearly uncomfortable.

“Oh my god.” He carefully lays next to you, a burst of cold air hitting you when he lifts the blankets to get under them with you. He pulls you into his arms though, his body heat making up for it. “That's not stupid. I'm sorry. I should have noticed–”

“You didn't do anything wrong. I should have safe-worded or, or said something when I realized– But it was after the fact. I just didn't like being left alone right away.”

“Shh, shh,” he softly whispers, trying to get you to calm down, stop your over explaining. “We know now. It's okay.”

All you do is nod against his chest, but he can feel you relax a bit too.

“Gonna hold you the rest of night, okay? I'm sorry.”

“It's okay. I’m okay,” you promise, laughing a little. You hug him tighter though. “Thank you.”

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Catherine & Jackson

They’re not a couple, but they kind of are… here’s how… or why… maybe… Starting from S1e1 - written for a friend to show how this show is NOT about Catherine and Jackson... but also, it's TOTALLY about Catherine and Jackson! lol - feel free to chime in with thoughts, feelings, etc.

S1e1 Failure is Contagious

First time we see Jackson, he’s waking up, it’s a mess, he’s coughing and smoking at the same time, he looks outside, gloomy, raining, but wait… his eyes are caught by something, and he follows …

Catherine is seen crossing the street, in her boots and coat and purse strapped across her chest, with the floral print umbrella.

Standish, make her way up the street, clocks Moody at the bus stop, makes her way up the 4 floors at Aldersgate and is unseen/ignored by all of the other Slow Horses.  She gets to her office, turns on the light, puts away her things and 3 seconds later…. “STANDISH!” lol – she’s been noticed!

She is seen making her way to his office with a stack of folders but stands at the doorway to his office and doesn’t speak until she is spoken to –

Are they all in? – Lamb; All except River and Sid – Standish; Last one in can clean my lav - Lamb

*banging happens as someone is opening the door downstairs*

Standish and Lamb look disappointed in the slow horses in general for a moment.

I thought spooks were supposed to be stealthy – Lamb

Catherine grants him a tiny smile as she turns to go back towards her office.

Other Slow Horses comments and interactions w/ Standish

River – makes the “a reason not to blow my brains out!” comment

Struan – that Catherine is a tough nut to crack

Min – She never lightens up. Lamb’s lackey.

Louisa – talks about … what happened before (aka Partner)

Sid arrives with the laptop – aka SOMETHING happens at Slough House and …

“STANDISH! Flash Box!” – Lamb

Standish brings the Flash Box, stands silently, assists in getting it open…

“I’ve got a call to make, so if the pair of you wouldn’t mind, you know, fucking off” – Lamb

To Standish – Get me Lady Di.

Jackson is sleeping (or is he?) with his feet on the desk & Catherine (with coat and scarf on, as if ready to leave for the day) comes in to put a stack of folders on his desk.

She moves another folder to make room for the stack, putting them carefully on the edge of his desk.

Lamb kicks them over, on purpose, without reason… other than his… amusement? Into the trash can next to his desk and onto the floor as he leans back and sighs while watching her

What did your last servant die of? – Standish

Interesting that she calls herself servant, instead of secretary or personal assistant.

She immediately kneels to pick up the folders.

What did your last boss die of? – Lamb

He puts his feet back on the floor and reaches into a drawer to pull out TWO glasses and a bottle.

Because Standish is kneeling, this is at eye level for her and she hears the clinking of glass, trying to keep her head down.

She clearly sees Lamb pulling out TWO glasses, while gathering the folders in her arms, but is seen looking up at him, and then back down to the floor, then at the glasses being filled… as the moody music starts to play – this is dangerous territory, even if we don’t know it yet.

Standish puts the stack back on the corner of his desk and stands up while staring at the two glasses… she glances at Lamb, but goes back to staring at the booze. Dark music continues to suggest the seriousness of the moment.

Standish standing straight is seen as trying to calm her own desires as we see her shoulders go from tense and tight to her seemingly sighing and becoming resolved… as Lamb moves a glass of whiskey directly in front of her, taking a deep breath himself, in direct contrast to her own breathing.

Wanted to add that this particular moment has been brought up to the actors in interviews where Gary Oldman was asked WHY Lamb would offer Standish a drink knowing she’s an alcoholic.  Oldman stated that he sincerely believed Lamb was a bit jealous of her, her ability to say no, her resolve.  He, Lamb, would not or could not say no to whiskey and he admires / appreciates that she won’t… no matter how he tries to needle her – to anger her – to provoke her – and then to offer her – her preferred poison… his preferred poison!

Standish glares at him for a moment shaking her head “NO”… she will NOT drink today, and walks off as he’s already finishing his own drink.

Lamb finishes his drink in one gulp as Standish walks out and he’s left alone looking down at her offered drink, gulping that one down as well.

Next time we see Standish, she’s at her AA meeting.  She is not speaking, just listening, but we see her struggling a bit emotionally.  She is remembering finding Charles Partner’s, her ex-boss…

She is seen with flowers, she’s younger (hair color is darker?!) – she’s got makeup on – she wears no makeup now – her skirts are a bit shorter, her neckline a bit lower – she’s smiling and looks beautiful as she calls out for Charles. She finds him, though, we only see clues – he’s got Opera music playing, he’s in the bath, there’s blood dripping outside of the bath, and she sees him, she gasps and covers her mouth in shock. Music is intense and dramatic, this is traumatic.

Catherine is called out in her AA meeting, asked if she wants to speak. 

My name is Catherine and I’m an alcoholic. I’ll just listen tonight. – Standish.

Slow Horses are gathered in Roddy’s office watching the latest news about the hostage situation when Lamb is seen walking in from the stairs. Lamb says explaining the situation to them is like explaining Norway to a dog, and demands that they all go back to shuffling papers.

[thefoolishone666]

Incorrect Quotes from the smiling critters X persona AU I am working on...Mostly cause I am bored.

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Kickin: I can finally drive! Wahoo!

Dogday: Kickin, sweetie, I'm so sorry. Don't feel bad. Alot of people don't pass their test the first time.

Kickin: I passed.

Dogday: You will get the next ti-What? You did? Really? Wow. Really?

Bubba: Hey Kickin, too bad, but I mean, maybe if you studied-

Kickin: I passed.

Bubba: You are going to be driving? Great. (Pulls Dogday aside) Are we sure this is a great idea?!

Crafty, bringing a handmade gift: I made this to cheer you up.

Kickin: I passed.

Crafty: I will save it for your report card.

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Bubba: I will have you know ma'am, that I studied under Mr. Karma. He threatens to murder to me everyday.

Karma: (Holding a bat in the corner)

Bubba: Like that.

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Bobby, winking: So what does a girl have to do to get a drink around here?

Dogday: You ask the guy behind the counter then exchange money?

3 Days Later

Dogday, fixing uniform:...WAIT A SECOND-

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Hoppy: How long have you been standing there!?

Kickin: Don't try it. You know the concept of time confuses me.

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Catnap: We need a way to get inside...Oh! Bubba, give me your credit card!

Bubba: Just try not to bend it.

Catnap: Thanks! (Pockets the card) Kickin, bust down the door!

Kickin: (Shoulder barges the door down)

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Bubba: Were you flirting with me!?

Picky:...Have been for the past year, but thanks for noticing.

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Bubba: Or, as they say in the theater, "Fracture a Femur."

Catnap: What?

Bubba: The actual saying is "Break a Leg," but I improved it!

Catnap: I hate both of those equally.

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Catnap: Wh-what is this!?

Bobby: Something your father clearly never gave you. A hug.

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Kickin: I am a Tank player, so I am always north!

Bubba: And I am Dragoon player, so I am always on the floor!

Catnap: And I am Catnap, nice to meet you.

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Dogday:...I am very bad at this am I?

Hoppy: Yeah...Bunzo is never going to find out where are dating.

Dogday: OH THAT'S WHAT WE ARE DOING!?

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Kickin: People always shoot down my ideas and I’m sick of it. Two sentences in and everyone’s always shouting “what the fuck? that’s illegal!” and “you can’t do that!”. Like, c'mon, let me talk!

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Dogday, referring to Catnap: My favorite person in the world, and my wife!

Bobby:...My whole life.

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Crafty: You stalked a man.

Kickin: No, a boy! He's a young boy! And WE stalked him as partners.

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Hoppy, referring to the boys: Let's find that idiot, that psycho, that douchebag and Kickin.

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Bubba: You know what your problem is?

Dogday: I have more then one?

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*Catnap and Crafty texting*

Catnap: Come downstairs and talk to me please. I'm lonely.

Crafty: Isn't Hoppy there?

Catnap: Yes but I like you more.

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Hoppy: I have very high standards, you know.

Picky: I can make spaghetti.

Hoppy: Oh no! You're meeting all my standards!

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Picky, holding a phone: You guys can't connect without these. You use emoticons instead of emotions. Y'all an unfeeling generation of Zombies!

Dogday and Catnap, putting their heads together: (Starting growling and pretending to eat each other's brains)

Picky: Stop eating him.

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Crafty: Excuse me sir, may I give a different perspective?

Bubba: Of course Crafty save me. Did I go too far?

Crafty: Always sir.

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Shadow Catnap, coming in with a starbucks in hand: Good evening everyone. I would ask what did I miss, but I probably know more then all of you combined.

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Catnap: Did you take out Bubba as I requested?

Picky: Bubba has been taken out, yes.

Catnap: You have my grat-

Picky: It was a great restaurant.

Picky: We had a romantic candlelit dinner.

Picky: Bubba proposed afterwards- we’re filing the wedding papers.

[kaylovessoda]

𝐵𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓂 𝐿𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈

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Summary - Y/n gets invited to a ballroom dance by the triplets, but you and Chris hate each other. You spend the night dancing but things come to light…

Warnings: kissing and slight fighting honestly idk lmao

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Y/n’s POV

Being one of the closest friends to triplets, well Matt and Nick. Chris and I hate each other. I get invited to a good fair share of events with them. Nick told me about this ballroom dance that they were invited to and asked me to tag along. 

Flashback to a few weeks ago…

“Hey y/n… we got invited to a ballroom dance. Would you like to go? It sounds really fun” Nick asked me while we were talking one night while the four of us sat in the living room. 

“Wait, that is awesome… I am so down to go!” I reply laughing and already feeling excited to go with them to such an event. 

“You’re annoying, it's just a dance, seriously,” Chris says irritated. 

“Oh I'm sorry I'm excited about something instead of being an ass about it” I reply annoyed rolling my eyes. 

End Flashback…

Y/n’s POV

Here we all are sitting in the triplets car. Matt is currently driving us to the event. Nick and I are in the back talking about who we are going to dance with. 

“Me and Nick have someone to dance with. We found mutual friends to dance with.” Matt chimes in from the front seat. 

This makes me think for a second that means Chris doesn't, I let out a sigh knowing it's probably going to be me. I could always hope for the best and find some random guy to dance with. 

“Yeah, Chris couldn’t find a girl to dance with” Nick teases at him then looks at me. 

“Can you shut up, Nick?” Chris retorts, seemingly very agitated.  

I let out a small laugh, even though what Nick said was just going to upset Chris more than he already was tonight. The whole night Chris had been a pain in the ass, which is normal. Tonight it was worse and that may be because of not having someone to dance with, I don’t know or care too. 

Chris’s POV 

I hated her… I hate her. Who the fuck am I kidding I don’t. I pretend I do but sometimes I take it too far but I can’t let her know. Of course, Nick had to bring up the fact that I didn’t ask anyone to dance, I just can’t. We are driving to the venue currently, and she just sits back there looking absolutely gorgeous. It makes me so mad I can’t have her. 

Flashback to a few hours ago….

Y/n’s POV

Right now I am sitting on Nick's bed waiting for him to come out of his bathroom to give me a reveal of his outfit for the ball. He struts out of the bathroom, which causes me to let out a laugh. 

“Hey why are you laughing, is there something wrong with the outfit?” Nick questions me walking towards his bed which I'm currently sitting on the corner of. 

“Oh my gosh, Nick no!” I yell playfully, still laughing. 

“It's just the way you walked out of the bathroom that made me laugh,” I say standing up and heading to the bathroom to now get ready. 

“I will be a bit, so relax while you wait,” I said, laughing, closing the door.

Once I was in the bathroom I pulled my dress out of the bag and held it up, looking at it in awe. It was so beautiful. I took my time doing my makeup and hair making sure it turned out how I wanted. After I was done with my hair and makeup I put on my dress and looked at myself. I took some photos before walking out to Nick. 

“How do I look bitchhhh” I said playfully looking at Nick. He was sitting on his bed on his phone before he looked up. 

“Damn, you look so pretty,” Nick replied standing up and walking over to me taking a picture of us together laughing. 

Together we walked downstairs from his room and met Matt and Chris in the living room. Matt stood up from the couch first looking at us. 

“You guys look great, excited?” Matt asked, glancing at me. He could tell I was excited to do something like this, I’ve always wanted to. 

“Yeah, I am. I feel so good and I'm ready to dance.” I replied playfully, doing a small dance. This made Nick and Matt laugh, which made me as well. 

“You are so stupid,” Matt said jokingly and laughed. He then looked over to Chris still sitting on the couch seemingly upset. 

“Chris get up,” Matt said firmly, looking at him. 

This made me finally take a full glance at Chris and his outfit. The four of us matched. Nick wore a full black suit with a red tie, which matched my dress. He had earrings and some rings positioned on his fingers. Matt and Chris are wearing white and black but they wore opposite colors. Chris was wearing a white dress shirt with a black tie and black dress pants, whereas Matt wore the opposite. Damn did Chris look good…fuck I need to stop thinking about him, he is an asshole and I don’t like him. 

“Shut up Matt,” Chris said annoyed. I could tell Chris was glaring at me but I ignored it. 

Chris’s POV

When I stood up I looked at Nick and saw his black suit with a red tie which matched y/n’s outfit. I looked at her hair and makeup seeing how pretty she looked even though I didn't think she needed the makeup, fuck I can't stop staring. Then my eyes trailed down to her dress, the red color making her look stunning and it fit her so perfectly. She looked wonderful and it makes me so upset that I can’t just have her be mine…I want her so bad. 

Flashback Ends…

Y/n’s POV

Soon we arrived at the venue where the ball was happening. As we pulled up I took a good look at the place and my god was it beautiful, there were columns and plenty of pretty flowers scattered around the grounds of the venue. The place was huge and it was just crazy that this was where we were spending our night. The windows were lit up from the inside and since it was night it was even more pretty seeing the light flow out of the windows into the night. I turned to Nick to see him taking photos. 

“This place is so pretty I want to live here,” I said to Nick while he took more photos, that I hoped later he would send me. 

“It is…maybe you will find someone tonight,” Nick said wiggling his eyebrows playfully. 

“Ew shut up,” I said lightly punching his arm.

“Can you shut up it's a fucking dance no one cares” Chris snaps looking directly at me. 

“Excuse me... You're the only one who didn't want to come and thinks it's annoying, maybe stop being so pissy.” I retaliated climbing out of the car and heading towards the doors to check in. 

After we are all checked in we head to the ballroom. The lights are dimmed and the room has so much life. The lights make the room so romantic and pretty. There are already some people on the floor dancing together. The four of us go to find our table which has been labeled with our names. There are candles littering the tables and plates set up. We sat for a bit and ate dinner talking about random things. I stood up after I finished eating since it had been a bit and I wanted to dance. 

“Where are you going?” Chris asked unexpectedly. 

“Going to find a man to dance with hopefully,” I said as the other boys stood up planning to find their dances as well. Chris stood last but walked over to me and roughly grabbed my wrist pulling me to the dance floor 

“Chris what the fuck are you doing,” I said firmly, glaring at him. 

“You are dancing with me.” He spoke firmly before we reached a place to dance and he started to sway to the music playing while holding my hips. 

 “Chris I'm not…find some other girl. Thanks.” I said flatly removing myself from his grasp before walking away. 

I had barely made even a foot away before he grabbed me again 

“Please..” his voice trailed off. He spoke softly. Almost begging in a way. 

“Chris,” I said sternly, turning around to face him. 

He looked upset but he seemed to be trying to hide it. He was trying to plead with me. 

“Fine… only one dance though,” I said my tone firm, looking at him. 

“Fine.” He said in his usual tone. When I looked at him as we started to dance I couldn’t tell what he felt, he seemed off. 

“What's wrong?” I asked, looking at him as we slowly swayed to the music. My arms rested on his shoulders and my hands tangled together at the back of his neck. This sent shivers down Chris's back, just feeling your hands on his neck made him go crazy. 

“Huh?” He says lightly breaking out of the trace he was in. 

“I said what's wrong Chris,” I said flatly, looking at him expectantly.

“Nothing.” He is clearly annoyed. 

“Okay, whatever,” I replied not wanting to make him more mad and have him ruin this night. 

We danced together, I didn’t utter another word trying to enjoy the moment. How could I though, I am dancing with the one person in this goddamn building I don’t want to. Chris has made my life the past few months hell. That's an understatement. He belittles me and makes me feel stupid and he just doesn't stop. I also think back to when we were sort of friends he always just seemed off. Then he started to change. At first, I thought something happened and he was just upset at me, but it never stopped. Then he started to make rude remarks and it just got worse, and now here I am fucking dancing with him. After getting out of my thoughts I realize the song is ending and that our one dance is over. 

“Our dance is done,” I say awfully flat sounding more annoyed than I am. I'm not annoyed at all, just more frustrated at myself for not wanting to stop dancing with him. Why does he have such a pull? I can't take it. 

“Yeah.” He replies walking off to get a drink or snack I suppose. I head back to our table and sit down alone watching Nick and Matt dance with their partners. I take in the atmosphere of the ballroom, it is a sleek white or off-white and has big windows lining the side walls. The curtains hanging from the window are draped beautifully. I look around at all the other happy people dancing around, I start to feel a bit saddened sitting alone. 

Chris’s POV 

What the fuck am I doing…I’m dancing with Y/n, I shouldn’t be. Her hands rest at the back of my neck, it's making me nervous. She looks so pretty…god she is so close to me. We sway gently to the music and my hands rest on her hips, I can’t believe this. She says that our dance is done and it hurts. I don’t think I can take much more being pushed to the side. I want her to be mine. I walk to the desserts and drinks, I feel conflicted. If I keep pushing my feelings away and never do anything they may never go away, but if I do say something friendships can be broken including my brother's friendship with Y/n. I glance at our table and see her sitting alone. I grab some chocolate-covered strawberries, I know Y/n likes those and I start to walk back to our table. 

Y/n’s POV

I am still sitting here at our table debating if I should find a man to dance with. It's only been like 7 minutes since me and Chris danced. I look at my phone to check the time which reads 10:49 pm. Basically another hour until we leave fuck. I see someone walking towards our table and it’s Chris that is great…

“Here.” He says rather lightly holding out a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries. Wait he knows I like those or maybe he guessed. 

“Thanks,” I say rather confused. “Did you know I liked these?” I stated, taking a bite of one. 

“Yeah, I remembered and they had some at the dessert table so I grabbed some.” He said as if he had never thrown a rude remark my way ever. 

“Oh okay,” I say looking anywhere but him, I look out to the dance floor watching the people dancing. 

“Whatever has you acting like this needs to not change,” I say, letting a slight laugh, I look over to him. I see that his eyebrows slightly raise and he almost looks shocked. 

“What?” I asked him, “Why do you look like that?” I question him again. 

“Um, it's nothing…” He says looking down at his phone probably reading the time. 

“Oh, but it is I need to know so you will be nice more often” I joke, watching him slowly look up at me seemingly upset and annoyed.

“I said it's nothing Y/n.” He said firmly and started to get annoyed.

“Fine, just know I gave you the chance,” I said annoyed standing up and turning to walk away from him. I just want to hear the words that we both know he wants to say leave his mouth. I walk to the doors leaving the ballroom and heading to a small gathering room with a conversation pit with a table in the middle. The room has ornate frames of people hanging from the walls and plenty of decorations sit on shelves on the far wall from the door. I walk to the couch and sit down letting out a sigh I didn’t even intend to keep in. After a few minutes, head to the balcony and look out into the courtyard. I hear someone open the door to the room, I know it's Chris. 

Chris’s POV

I walked down the long hallway Y/n took off down, I didn't see what room she went into. Why can't I just tell her how I feel? I passed many rooms until I reached one with the open left ajar when I walked in there she was… She stood on the balcony, the light from the night sky hitting her figure perfectly. She looked incredible then she turned around hearing me enter the room. 

“I’m sorry,” I said looking at her. 

Y/n’s POV

Holy shit…he said sorry the fuck? I seriously can't believe him. He walks towards me drawing closer to the balcony. What he does next takes the breath from my throat. He shakes his arms around my waist and pulls me into a kiss. I don’t kiss back right away but then realize and kiss him back with maybe a bit too much force. After a minute we pull away from each other. 

“Took you long enough,” I say lightly, laughing gently. He looks at me with a small smile. We danced for the rest of the night under the ballroom lights. 

a/n: first story!!!! Let me know what ya'll think!!!! Feel free to give me more ideas this was super fun to write and I had fun :) pt2?????

[demontime09]

Faded - Chapter 2

Alr posting the second part 😈

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Chris never came back. But that's normal now, I guess. I've curled myself into my bed, my reading glasses on, carefully turning pages so as not to rip it.

"Wha' youu readin?" I don't even look up as I immediately recognize the voice.

"Old yeller." I reply softly. I finally look up to see him teetering on my window sill.

"Can I uh-" He stumbles and holds himself up on the wall. "Comeee in?" He finishes.

"Aren't you already?" I reply, placing my book back on the nightstand. He stumbles over and falls on top of me. His gaze lingers on my chest before looking at me. His eyes desperately try to focus to no avail. "Mm, you're so purtty," He mumbles before yawning and beginning to snore on me. I run my fingers through his hair before turning off my lamp. This has become our nightly routine, and who am I to break it? If Chris enjoys it, I do, too.

11:35am

I wake to no Chris. No warm embrace, no pillow talk, no making coffee for each other. But again, that's how it is.

I walk downstairs to see him reaching into his pockets and desperately searching for something. He's dressed, his wife beater and jeans hugging him perfectly. Sometimes I wish i could take off his clothes in a sexy manner but its almost always to wash vomit stains out.

Instead of it smelling of sex, it smells like weed and booze. Instead of moans and happily praising eachother, it's him mumbling profanitys at me or passing out on me. Like last night. I'm glad it wasn't the latter.

He turns suddenly and notices me. He finches slightly. "Oh, hey. Thanks for letting me crash here last night, ma, " He says awkwardly. "Of course, anytime." I smile a tiny bit, which seems to affect him in some way, and he immediately looks away and rambles about losing his keys. I nod toward the bedroom and tell him they're on my floor. And by the time I'm in and out of the bathroom, Chris is nowhere to be found.

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I guess I should give you some background. I met Chris at a highschool party in 12th grade. Before he had any of his issues, back when he only dabbled in weed and only drank at parties. I thought he was cute, funny. The type of guy I'd see myself being with. He ended up driving me home, kissing me goodnight, and that was that. I was hooked. I knew I needed this man.

I spent the next couple months trying to get close to him. I'd invite him over, ask him out, and he would most of the time. By month 3 he was canceling dates, but would always somehow make it up to me. By month 6 he was high 24/7, making excuses, and starting to sell bud. Before I knew it, a whole year of knowing Chris had passed. And the chris i met at that party, the chris who bought me flowers at graduation, the chris who told me he'd wait for me when I wasn't ready, the Chris who used to blast rap music in my house without my input. It was always him choosing the music, but I never minded. All of those things, all of that chris, was pretty much gone. Now I only ever get affection if Chris is drunk enough.

I know this sounds like I'm just throwing a pity party for myself, but I really don't mind it. I've always been on the passive side, things don't bother me too bad. That's why me and Chris work so well. He wants to get high and drunk, that's his business. And I'll always be here for him. And even though everyone tells me to leave him, I can't bring myself to. Who will be here to take care of him? To hold his hair back when he's sick? to get him water and advil for his hangovers? This has become somewhat of a purpose for me and I'll never give it up, I don't care what my friends say.

I snap out of my daydream and start getting ready for work.

(Time skip, I am not writing abt her working who gives a flying fuck)

After hours of work all I really want is a joint. And I know I know, but I used to dabble in weed too, and I developed quite the liking to it. Ever since I saw chris and his problems, I got scared off from it. But if he gets to get faded every single day, why should I not get to have a bit of fun?

Only problem is, I don't have any weed, it's super late, and I'm itching for the sweet sweet smell of bud. I have one choice.

I call chris, and thankfully, he doesn't sound drunk. "Hey ma, what's up?" "Can you come over, please?" I hear him hesitate and sigh. "I dont-" "I wanna get high." I blurt. "Oh. Uh, um yeah, gimme 15 minutes." He hangs up.

I'm about 20 minutes I'm sitting on my bed with Chris, his wife beater has gotten a little dirty and his jeans are scuffed up.

He clears his throat and fixes his hat.

"Why don't you change chris?" "Wha- I don't have any clothes here. "Yes, you do. In that drawer, I had you bring some over a couple of weeks ago." "Oh I um, forgot." Chris always,"forgets." I think it's cute.

He changes into some pajama pants and white shirt. Classic chris.

I look closer at his eyes, they're red, he doesn't seem to be drunk at all, just high.

"Would you like some eye drops?" I ask camly. "Fuck ma, are we gonna smoke this or not!" He snaps. I immediately flinch away a bit. "Fuck, I'm sorry Char, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Chris." I smile softly. "Really, it's okay, you're right, let's do it." He looks away, "You sure you don't mind it in your room? I can blow it out the window." His voice is low and calm. "It's fine." I don't wanna inconvenience Chris, he's come all this way to smoke with me, I don't wanna ruin it.

He lights it, the smoke slowly drifting up to my ceiling. His hit is huge, and he holds it in, zeroes it, with not even a flinch. I am in awe. Chris hands it's to me. I look at it nervously. "Hey ma, don't worry." His eyes shift slowly towards me. "You've got it. You've done it before."

I take a deep breath and take a hit, hold it in, and cough it out. My chest burns And my throat is raw. God I've missed this.

As I'm coughing and covering my face from embarrassment, Chris reaches out for my hands and holds them gently in his. He focuses right into my eyes. "You did so good mama's, hey, hey look at me." I haven't seen chris like this in a very long time. Its just like the old chris, the one who kissed my lips softly before typing his number into my phone and driving away in his little rinky dink Honda. God I've missed this.

He blows more smoke up into my ceiling.

"I'm sorry, ma." He looks in my vague direction. "Hm, for what?" I saw reaching for the joint. He rubs his eyes and clenches his jaw. "I'm just not myself anymore, am I?" I sit with that statement for a while before I exhale and cough a bit more, he reaches for me almost like it's a reflex, only for him to retreat his hands back to his sides. "I like you how you are, Chris." He flicks the joint over my ashtray and puts his head back, his adams apple bobbing as he thinks. "I'm glad, char." Is all he says. It's a miracle he's even over here at this time of day. Usually, he's off with his buddies doing God knows what, so I don't push it.

After 4 more hits, I'm really feeling it. I'm closer to chris, laying on my bed. He's right here, finally. God, he's warm. My vision blurs and focuses on his features. "Ma.." he trails off when I touch his jaw. He holds my hand away, his breath quick, "I gotta.." I don't hear the rest of what he says. I hear the creaking of my bed, and feet hit the floor. "This was fun ma, I'll see you." He reaches for the door handle, hesitates. "Fuck.." He cusses under his breath. I hear his footsteps again and feel his breath on my face. He kisses me quickly, turns on his heel, and with one door slam he's gone.

Authors note

Goodbye. How can I ruin chars life any further bro 😭 this poor girl

[ashisill]

Waited all my life.

Dad Josh that was supposed to be a blurb, but turned into my longest fic ever. Update I am going to make this into a part 2.

Warnings: pregnancy, birth (at home), mentions of childhood trauma, crying. If I missed any let me know.

~

Josh was in love with your baby the moment you found out you were pregnant. It started when you were a day late. No big deal it will come. Two days there’s still plenty of hope. Three … no worry. Then the two week mark hit, and you knew something was up.

“Josh I need to talk to you” you said sitting him down on the bed.

“Right now sweetheart? Jake and Danny are downstairs” he questioned.

“Josh it’s really important it can’t wait” you reassured him.

“Okay darling I am here talk to me” he took your hands into his.

“I am late”

“By how many days?” He asked.

You said softly “two weeks”

“Do you think it’s a possibility?”

“I feel weird Josh. I just can’t explain it”

“Okay darling I hear you. we’ll get a test and go from there okay? Don’t worry”

That’s all it took for him to hop in the car. He got you what you needed, making sure to bring a few of your favorite snacks back. You sat on the couch with Jake and Danny. Listening to all their crazy stories. Jake told you about the last time he took mushrooms, and all the wild shit that came with it. Danny added some stories of his own to the mix. Josh arrived back home with the box of pregnancy test in hand.

Jake stops mid sentence “pregnancy scare huh?

“Might be more than a scare”

~

You walked out of the bathroom, and waited for the timer. You got lost in the conversation. It almost seemed like that was Jake’s plan. He could tell your anxiety was through the roof. Every time he’d notice you starting to zone out he would bring you back. He did the best he could until that dreaded ringtone burst into the cozy conversation.

“Can I come with you or would you rather do it alone?” Josh asked looking down praying you’d let him in.

“Of course I want you with me silly” you laughed softly before opening the bathroom door. “You ready?”

He stared at the faced down pregnancy test, and took a deep breath“yes”.

You saw it

You knew it was true. Every emotion hit you at once. “Hey it’s gonna be okay. Lemme make sure” Josh took off sprinting into the living room. He grabbed the paper and there it said.

“Two lines” he said almost a whisper “Y/N TWO FUCKING LINES!”

He ran back as fast as he could. You felt like crying, but you didn’t want him to think you were upset. Instead you wrapped your arms around his neck giving him a kiss. “Your gonna be the best dad darling”

The rest of the night went well. Jake wrapped Josh in his arms for a long and tight hug. “I am so happy for you brother”. Jake knew Josh had always wanted to be a dad. Growing up he’d always dreamed of it. When they reached adulthood together he’d would always ask Jake if he ever thought about having kids. He’d tell him all his hopes for a future. Then he met you, and he told Jake it would be you. You would be the one to give him his dream. A little baby. A bundle of joy. A child to pour all his love into. Your the only one he’s ever thought about having kids with. He’s brought it up before, but never flat out asked if you were ready. Making little comments like “I just can’t wait to have kids”. “We’re gonna be such good parents one day”. Or when he sees a baby in public, and he gets a big warm smile “don’t you just want you one?”

A few days past he asked you about telling his parents. You talked about it for a while and decided to give them a call in the morning. The next day came and immediately he was on the phone telling his mom to get the next flight to Nashville. He spent all day pacing around the house. Cleaning things that didn’t to be clean, reorganizing, cleaning some more.

The front door opened no need for knocking. They reunited talking loudly over each other, and lots of hugs. It didn’t matter that you saw them all a week ago. Sam came in after his parents. Jake making a big entrance almost an hour after everyone arrived.

Jake and Josh headed outside to throw some food on the grill. You stayed in chatting with his family. They were pretty much your family at this point.

~

After everyone finished their meal Josh stood up. He signaled for you to stand with him, and so you did.

“Guys I need everyone’s attention” he kissed your forehead, and placed an hand on your belly. “We’re gonna have a baby. She’s pregnant”. That’s all it took for everyone to be back on their feet. Hugging the both of you. A few tears were shed from his momma. You loved her dearly. Karen was the first one to take you in, and treat you like her own.

You looked over at Sam to find his jaw dropped. “No words Sammy?”

“I am so fucking happy for you” he ran and wrapped you in a hug. You were surprised by this Sammy was never affectionate towards you. In return you hugged him tighter, and stayed there for a while.

Papa Kiszka noticing jakes nonchalant reaction he asked him about it. Jake explained that him and Danny were there you found out. Karen was very jealous. She would have loved to of been there when you found out. She’s been waiting for grandkids. She always said Josh would be the first to give her some. Guess moms are always right.

~

The next 9 months we’re spent planning, and heavy thinking. Karen there every step of the way. Sometimes getting to much in your business, and josh getting annoyed at her. You always reminded him how lucky he is to have her. Your mother wasn’t quite the mothering type. Hence to all your childhood trauma. You knew you would never let your kid grow up the way you did. That’s why you decide to not let her know you were pregnant. You didn’t want her involved with this life your creating. She always ruined yours. You never want your baby to feel how you had too.

You and Josh being the non traditional people that you are. You’ve decided to an at home birth. A water birth. Karen supported your decision adding that the hospital is very pushy. Plus all the hospitals policies were something Josh and you didn’t agree with. Knowing Josh would end up with wrinkles and grey hair with all that stress before the baby was even born. After all you didn’t want to be told how to give birth. It’s your body’s natural process, and not a medical emergency. You two like to do things a natural way. That meaning literally everything you two did.

Of course you made sure this was completely safe to do. Making sure you weren’t high risk, and assuring the babies safety.

~

Names names names.

“What about _?”

“You really wanna name our kid _? Do you want our poor baby to get made fun of?”

“Okay then. Your so dramatic mama. What about this one?”

“Joshua really”

“Well considering we planned on not knowing the gender till birth it has to work both ways”

“I’ve got one … River”

And it stuck.

~

A couple weeks past and Josh’s family had a huge family gathering. Celebrating a few birthdays that were past or coming up, the boys success with the band, and to announce your baby on the way. You two slept over that night to help set up the next morning. Josh woke up, and decided to let you sleep. He covered the blankets back over you, and headed for the kitchen. You awoke about an hour later not feeling so well.

“Good morning my pretty girl” he kissed your forehead. “How’s our baby?” He bent down kissing your stomach.

“Babies good. I am not feeling so great though” you told him. “ I feel like I am gonna be sick”

“Oh it’s morning sickness my dear” Karen told you finishing up breakfast.

You felt it rising, and looked around frantically for a safe place. Josh could tell by the look on your face what was about to happen. “Trash can sweetheart” he quickly walked you to it.

You felt terrible even tho you couldn’t help it. Tears threatening your eyes, and you tried to hide them well. “Hey don’t even worry about it sweet girl”. Josh’s kind words making you want to crawl into his arms and cry. “Don’t cry angel”. He swiped his fingers under your eyes to dry up any tears.

You apologized to Karen she just waved her hand, and said “you have nothing to be sorry about. Trust me I’ve had four kids I know how it feels”. Josh took you to the bathroom to run you a shower. He sat on the bathroom counter and talked to you as you cleaned up. After, you greeted his family and announced the news again, but to a bigger crowd this time.

~

Around three months in you and josh started on the nursery. You painted the walls a beautiful shade of light blue. One evening you went to the store to grab a certain snack. Pregnancy cravings are no joke. You came back to find josh painting little clouds on the wall. He picked the wall the crib was going on.

“Josh” you said looking at the clouds.

“I got carried away we can paint over them I just-”

“No no no love it’s perfect. The baby is gonna love em” you said tearing up. Surely just the pregnancy hormones, but this was a beautiful moment. “Awe baby don’t cry” he took you in a hug. “I am glad you like them”

~

Nearing the time of your due date Karen stayed with you. She slept in the guest bedroom so you never had to be alone. One night you’ve began feeling contractions, so Karen started timing them. You were in pain, but enough to function. You moved around a a yoga ball josh insisted you buy. Josh began playing music through the speakers. At this point joshs closest family was there. Along with your closest friends.

“Come dance with me darling” josh held his hand out.

You giggled through the contractions “josh I can’t”.

“Don’t lie to me” he joked “C’mon on ya feet I’ll hold you up”.

How could you stay no to that?

You began dancing more like waddling around with josh. Then suddenly the feeling of water dripped down your legs. You looked down immediately knowing what just happened. Josh knew too “Her water broke!” Josh shouted.

Everyone sprung into action. The midwife was called and the small circular inflatable birthing pool was put up. You got in the pool with help from josh.

Only Karen, josh, and the midwife were in the room now. Giving you your space as they all waited anxiously in your living room.

“I can’t josh” you cried in pain.

“Yes you can your so fucking strong” josh stood on the side holding you up as you bent over the pool side.

You gripped Josh leaving finger nail prints on his arm.

“Your almost there I promise” Karen told you.

You squeezed the fuck out of Josh’s hand as he talked you through it. “It’s almost over darling. I am so fucking proud of you” his eyes started to swell this tears. “I am so proud of you” he whispered.

One final push

The moment you waited 9 whole months for was before you. A thousand feelings hit you. Sad? Happy? Relieved? Pain? No a feeling that didn’t have a name. You couldn’t explain it because you’ve never felt it before. I sense a change. Protectiveness. A motherly feeling.

The midwife carefully examined, and lifted the newborn out of the water. The gender was announced, and josh started crying harder. The baby was laid on your chest as tears streamed down your face.

After some time the question was asked “Anyone cutting the umbilical cord?”

Josh’s eyes met yours. “Would you like to?” You asked him.

“I would love to”

He was showed where to cut it once he lined it up he asked if it was right just to make sure. He got the go ahead, and cut the umbilical cord.

~

You josh got a moment alone.

“May I?” Josh said asking to sit in the water with you.

“Please” you said. When he sat down softly you handed him his daughter. Karen being the only one beside you two who knew the gender yet.

“She’s so beautiful” he began to cry. “Just like her mama. I am so happy to meet you baby” He rambled to his daughter for quite some time.

“I’ve waited all my life for you”

An hour past and your excitement grew “When do you want to show them?” You asked.

“Whenever your ready mama” he said handing her back to you. You told him you were, but asked if he wanted to let Jake announce the gender. He got teary eyed again more than happy to let his twin be involved. When Karen came back you requested Jake come in alone for a minute.

“They said there about ready, but they’d like Jake to come in alone first” Karen said.

“Me?” Jake stood up and gently opened the door. He immediately washed his hands before heading over to you.“Oh my god. It’s not bald” he laughed.

“No she’s not” you laughed.

“It’s a girl” he smiled “I fucking knew it”

You started handing River over to Jake. “Are you sure?”

“Yes of course. We want to ask you something as well” you said looking at josh to finish.

“Would you like to announce the gender?” Josh said.

“I would fucking love to. Are you sure?” You both nodded, and looked down at the infant in his arms. “Hey little girl it’s uncle Jakey. Well aren’t you just the prettiest”

You watched josh and he looked at Jake with complete love in his eyes. Watching his twin brother hold his daughter made all this seem real. Tears ran down his face again making you start to cry.

“Oh god don’t do that” Jake said looking at you two. He looked down again “your gonna make me cry to pretty girl” his eyes began to water. He looked up and took a breath refusing to let them fall. “Emotional moment ay?”

You laughed at Jake’s attempt to stop the tears.

“Ugh I guess I gotta share ya huh? You ready to meet em sweetheart?”

~

Everyone was called in, and the room was filled with love as everyone gasps and cooed at the newborn. Jake still held her in his arms as his sister Ronnie tried to take her.

“Back off” he joked. “I’ve got news folks” the room went quite “Rivers a girl”.

As calm and relaxed as Karen’s been the whole journey you began to watch her eyes swell. Not only was it her first granddaughter, but that josh needed Jake to be included. No matter how old they may get they still needed each other. As much as you’d need oxygen to breathe. Even though this was Josh’s moment he needed Jake to share it with.

[night-wilf]

New assistant duties

Appears @stealingyourbones found a job! Hope ya like it bud.

The large doors of the throne room creaks open slowly, a skeletal face peeking through the gap to look around before entering. Their awkward shuffling making Danny slightly amused and he catches the guest’s attention. “It’s fine to approach or whatever, just taking a break from paperwork right now.” His monotone reply brings the young ghost up to the steps quickly. Nervous at meeting the King for the first time.

They fumble with some paper and find the right one. “Uh I am here to request permission to travel to the DC universes to retrieve from books borrowed from the personal collection.” They seem proud to have not stumbled over any words and smile at Danny. He scans the younger ghost closely.

Their waistcoat midnight blue with black stripes down the panels, the adjustment straps on the side pulled tight to fit their ribcage properly. Their shirt underneath is a lighter blue with slight puff at the shoulder seams. The dark grey trousers are an odd choice with the mismatched and poorly tied converse they are wearing. An elbow length undershirt and gloves, both black, largely cover what still shows of their body.

He sits up at what they say and he knows the Ghost writer recently got an assistant and is very particular around his books being returned on time. “Ghost writer’s new assistant right?” ‘Celia Bones’ nods and tries to keep their cool. Danny only sighs a little and smiles back to calm their nerves. “Go ahead, just don’t disrupt critical timeline moments.” Celia walks out the castle skipping with pride and flies for the first portal going to their destination, hoping to make their new employer happy.

-

The swirling worm hole spots them out in the middle an office that goes quiet at their appearance, not too bothered by the silence and finding the nearly 7 foot tall humanoid alien in the break room. “Mr. Kent? You have some overdue books. They are from the personal collection so I have been sent to ask you return them.”

Clark stares at the walking skeleton for a second and sips his coffee. “They’re in my bag, I’ll grab them.” He smiles and guides the walking spirit to his desk where he pulls out a couple books on historical writing styles and a few random topics. He puts them inside a small wormhole as requested and signs a form that he’s returned the books as requested.

Celia smiles and it is all finished. “Thank you Mr. Kent. Have a good day.”

-

They step through a portal opened behind them and continue to the lavish party held in a manor. The host of the party being Bruce Wayne who they approach as he breaks away from some guests looks round at hearing them speak. “Excuse m-“

“Holy fuck!” Bruce jumps at seeing Celia and takes a moment to gather himself. “Sorry for swearing, you caught me off guard. How can I help you?” He hides his freak out internally and takes the 5 page list of books his sons have borrowed and neglected to return. Not even surprised most of them are all some of ‘ancient weapons and techniques for beginners’ and more advanced versions of the novels. He sighs and calls for them all to return the books because it is all from a personal collection with a very pissed owner. He doesn’t have to guess why the assistant was sent instead.

The heavy novels are all begrudgingly brought downstairs and dumped into the portal that is opened, Bruce not even questioning how they managed to get the things in the first place. Celia has them all sign their separate lists and gets one of Bruce’s favourite books back seeing it in a list for someone else which was a mistake.

-

The next place is disaster site where Flash is talking to some officers, Celia patiently waiting and isn’t surprised when he jumps. “Hey little… never mind, you need something?” He smiles and looks at the list he’s handed.

“These books are overdue and are part of a private collection.” Barry realises and says he’ll be back, zipping back in a few seconds with all the books on the list and few others he’s also borrowed. Though not from the personal collection. “And if you sign here it will be all done.” Celia smiles when he’s done and checks their list.

“Thanks for the reminder bud, hope the rest go well.” Barry smiles and speeds off after making sure Celia gets through their portal okay. “What a nice kid, might just borrow a book again to see them.” He smiles.

-

The darker version of Diana Prince slams the poor soul’s head into the ground, looking round with the same anger to the skeleton who squeaks and covers their face with their arms. “Please don’t hurt me! I’m just here to get some books back.” The strange reaction makes her pause and remember she borrowed some ancient books on necromancy.

“Oh right. I’ll go get them.” She ‘smiles’ and disappears, one of the few people she will not try to kill is the assistant of the cosmic librarian. That just makes her situation worse and she already wants this thing to be over with.

Celia has to tape the sheet back together when she signs and places a bill for damage on Diana’s back when she turns around. How disrespectful : (

-

Celia becomes quite excited with the next one and hops back over to Gotham to find Patrick O’Brian, aka Plastic man. They love his humour in the comics and are incredibly excited to meet him in person. Their excitement almost exploding when they actually see him as he gets some kids down from a tree.

“Sir- Plastic man uh… Yo- You have some books overdue.” Their stutter amuses Patrick a little and he stretches up to where he was perching for a bit. He hands over the books and chuckles as Celia scramble to get the list for him to sign.

“You seem a fan, must a read about me.” He smiles and Celia smiles back, not mentioning he’s a comic book character to them. He finishes up and happily signs their notebook presented for an autograph. “New job?”

“First week actually. I’m hoping to impress the King with my work.” They get a head pat and assured they will do fine. Patrick leaves and hears the distant squeal of happiness from his little fan, chuckling a little at this reaction.

-

Celia gets back to the library to a happy Ghost Writer who just laughs a little at their happiness knowing they are a fan of Plastic man. “I made sure he was on the list for you.” He gets a hug for this and lets Celia go for the day to relax and work off the energy from their happiness.

Needless to say there were some noise complaints in the end.

[dogmomwrites]

Seven Snippets

This tag came from @traveler-of-realms, so thanks for including me in this game!

Gonna pass it on with soft tags to @papercutsunset, @crypticcodexcreations, @andromedaexists, @oh-no-another-idea, @pandawriterstuff, @krokuswrites, and @briannaswords, as well as leaving an open tag. Rules—share seven snippets from your WIP/s and tag seven people

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One  Riley risked a glance under the truck to see that the men had split up. He could see three pair of boots moving into the street to circle around the truck while the other man kept Riley pinned down with constant gunfire. Not a good position to be trapped in. At least, not normally. 

Dropping his backpack, he quickly reached inside and pulled out a small oval of dark green metal. The last one he had. He pulled the pin out, waited a second, and rolled it underneath the truck. 

“Is that a fucking grenade?” one of the men asked just before it went off. 

Two  Maybe...maybe he shouldn’t have let the men kidnap him. 

Aaron sighed, the sound lost to the helicopter’s windstorm. It seemed like a good idea at the time. 

Three  “I don’t think we need to sit around for three days,” Riley had said. As much as Jimmy hated it—as much as he hated agreeing with anything Riley said—he couldn’t find anything to say as refute. One stretch of road work had somehow brought them to Oregon far ahead of their time schedule, and while Jimmy had been grateful they were saved more hours in the car, he began to wonder if sitting still for many hours and contending with Avalanche’s unending energy was preferable to admitting that Riley had a point. 

It wasn’t that Riley was unintelligent. He was just very annoying. And any time Jimmy was forced to side with him never went unnoticed. 

Four  Aaron had no idea how to respond to their story. They didn’t appear concerned by that, however, and he let them move on to a new topic as though the previous one hadn’t been a roller coaster in its own right. Meeting his mother’s eyes, he silently asked, I’m not the only one with vertigo, am I? 

She hid her laugh well, and the brothers didn’t notice. No, you’re not. I honestly don’t know what else to expect from them at this point. 

Five  “Awoo?” Avalanche asked, and Jimmy froze midway onto the chair. 

“No, I wasn’t watching a...dirty video? Who told you I was watching porn?” 

“Rawr-y.” 

“Fuck you, Riley!” 

Six  She threw herself from the steps into Aaron’s arms, her trust in him perhaps stronger than he was; if Riley hadn’t been there to steady him, they would’ve hit the ground with maybe enough force to lower Aaron’s mood. 

“Awoo!” she cheered him. 

Aaron grunted as he struggled to maintain his grip while shifting it to something more manageable. “Hey, sweetheart,” he said. 

She chattered rapidly at him. 

“Yeah, of course. You can have all the pinecones you want.” 

“Awoo awoo awoooo!” 

Laughing, he turned to Riley for some help and together, they lowered her to the ground. She gave them no assistance, and made no effort to get up, instead choosing to roll onto her back and wriggle her joy at all the pinecones she was going to make Jimmy bring home for her. 

Seven  But then Jimmy had come back in, sleeplessness wearing away at his emotions. Turning his anger into sorrow. Bringing him back to apologize, to break down, to remind Riley that there was nothing he could do to help. And on a horrible level, Riley had resented him for it. Even as he’d held him, even as he’d gone downstairs with him, even as he’d stroked his hair until the medication finally put him to sleep, it had been there. Burning in his chest like an ember he couldn’t put out. 

 Because holding onto his anger gave more comfort than holding onto a stuffed leopard. 

[amor-immortalem]

The Price of a Soul

Summary: Solaris wishes he could bring back his mother from the afterlife- that he could right the wrong that he has done. He would give anything to make it happen but what could be worth the price of a soul?  

Word count: 5.1k 

Content warning for: natural disaster, and graphic descriptions of wounds. 

A/N: I wasn’t quite sure how I wanted to format this as I wanted to try to write it like how a debriefing (is that even the right word? Ehh, I don’t know…) would be written detailing the events leading up to and after a natural disaster but I don’t know if I did such a good job at it…. 

This was supposed to be a one shot for Solaris' Birthday but somehow I lost myself in the writing and ended up with this part being 12 pages... oops.

Anyway, as you read, you’ll see the abbreviation btq. It stands for before the quake. Okay bye!  

・・・〆・・・ 

(24 August, 13:59, one week btq) 

“So, you want me to skip the whole back-to-school open house thing and just spend the day with Solaris?” 

“Do you have anything better to do?” The demon quirks a brow, “Aside from sporting events, you’re not allowed at school functions due to your tendency to get yourself into… trouble. I figured this would be a good way to keep you occupied.” 

Azalea thought for a moment. “What’s in it for me? I had plans to try out for the volleyball team this year- maybe branch out from just track and field… tryouts start that day, y’know.” 

“Nothing specifically other than having an opportunity to break your cousin out of his depressive state for the day. It is his birthday, after all,” Lucifer shrugs, “but if you’re so busy I can ask Melissa, Cyrus, Aurelius, or even Zulima to do it instead.” 

“Wait, no, don’t. I’ll do it.” She’s quick to shoot the idea down. “The only time Solaris ever wants to hang out is if he needs to study and doesn’t understand the material. It’ll be a nice change.” 

“You have my gratitude. I tried talking with him myself, but he seemed… disinterested in the conversation.” 

“Yeah, that tracks.” the half-demon sighs as she rubs the back of her neck. “Yer his dad. Some things are just uncomfortable to talk about with your parents. I got a whole bunch of thing I won’t tell mine…” 

“Such as?” Lucifer quirks a brow. 

“N-nothing.” The teen is quick to divert the conversation before it can get her into trouble, “Don’t worry about it. If it were a big deal, I’d have already come to you about it. Anyway, I gotta get going- I’m s’pposed to meet the boys for lunch ‘n I don’t wanna be late. Bye!” 

Azalea’s out the door before Lucifer can even get a word in edgewise. 

・・・〆・・・ 

(31 August, 09:00, 11 hours btq) 

The week passes quickly, and the day is finally upon them. Azalea found herself just waiting around in her uncle’s living room for Solaris to show his face for the day. Lucifer had given her his credit card and one sole instruction: Use the card to give his son the best day ever. 

After an hour of waiting, the half-demon is getting irritated and frustrated with just sitting around. She marches her way up to her cousin’s room and kicks open the door. 

“Rise ‘n shine, fucker! We got shit ta do ‘n daylight’s a-wastin’!”  

The sudden commotion frightens the black-and-orange-haired half-demon as he falls from the top of his loft bed, letting out a shriek on the way down. 

The pendant around his neck is now sparking with suppressed demonic magic as Solaris glares up at his older cousin. 

“Azalea, what- and I cannot stress this enough- the fuck?” His glasses are askew on his face. “I was sleeping before you decided to break down my door.” 

“I call bullshit on that. It’s ten in the morning now- you never sleep past seven. Anyway, c’mon, quit yer mopin’ and let’s get moving. Get dressed in something suited for walking. We’re goin’ out. Happy Birthday, by the way.” 

With a few grumbles, Solaris is on his feet. He dusts himself off as Azalea heads back downstairs to give him a little privacy. 

About thirty minutes later, Solaris makes his way downstairs dressed in the most comfortable clothes he owns. 

“Alright, I’m ready. Where are we even going?” There’s a tired irritation in the 16-year-old’s voice. “Wait, did Dad already leave for RAD?” 

“Hmm? Yeah, your old man already took off. Maybe if ya hadn’t been putzin’ around in your room all morning, ya coulda seen ‘im off.” 

“Oh…” Solaris frowns, casting his grey and red eyes downward, “I thought I was supposed to go with him today. It’s the back-to-school event, after all. I was going to get a feel for the campus before classes officially started back…” 

“Ehhh, it ain’t all that special- plus you’ve been to RAD loads of times when you were little.” Azalea sighs. “But if yer that hard pressed to explore the campus, I’ll take ya up there later once the event is over myself.” 

“Don’t worry about it. There’s always another day, I suppose.” Solaris is quick to hide how disappointed he is- how he feels like his father seems to be almost embarrassed to be seen in public with him. 

“Aight,” she slings an arm around the younger teen’s shoulder as she herds him out the door. “Next stop: lunch and then Devil’s Coast!” 

・・・〆・・・ 

31 August, 11:00, 9 hours btq) 

Lunch wasn’t too bad, Solaris thought to himself. He really would have rather stayed in his room feeling sorry for himself all day, however. It didn’t take him long to figure out that his father had asked Azalea to spend the day with him. That she hadn’t done this of her own free will. 

Out of all of his cousins that Lucifer could have chosen, why Azalea specifically? Solaris loves his troublemaking cousin, there’s no doubt about that- in fact, there’s never a dull moment when she’s around- but at the same time he envies her. 

She’s everything he wants to be: Studious, self-assured, confident, strong. She may not see or feel it, but she is highly respected by most of her peers. And most important of all, she’s the pride of the family. And Solaris is… not any of that. The only thing he is a murderer- an embarrassment. 

14 short years ago to this very day, he took the life of his mother and unborn sister with his own claws, rending them to shreds in his father’s absence. Ever since that day, Solaris’ demonic powers have been sealed away by an enchantment his aunt cast on the pendant hanging around neck.  

Why did it have to be her? 

“Solaaaaaris, heeeeyyy,” the boy’s attention is drawn out of his thoughts by Azalea. 

“Sorry- I must’ve zoned out…” is all he weakly mumbles. 

“Man, yer too in your head, y’know that?” Is all the white-and-black haired girl sighs. “This is s’pposed to be a fun day. Don’t spend it stuck in a prison.” 

“You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you?” Solaris still doesn’t smile although he appreciates his cousin’s advice all the same. 

“Yeah, I would. I know our situations ain’t the same and it would be wrong to equate them, but I still know what yer feelin’.” 

She really doesn’t 

“Anyway, I already paid for our lunch so let’s move on before Devil’s Coast gets too packed.” 

With a nod from Solaris, the pair make their way to the amusement park. 

・・・〆・・・ 

(31 August, 19:30, 1 hour btq) 

The pair of half-demons, with the help of Lucifer’s credit card, had a total blast at Devil’s Coast. There was only one attraction left to hit: The Hall of Mirrors. 

“They say it just reopened after being closed to prep it for Halloween.” Azalea smiles as she and Solaris stand at the entrance. The cousins were both avid fans of horror. “Wonder what kinda theming the park went with this year.” 

A cacophony of blood-curdling screams followed by the sound of howling laughter could be heard coming from inside the building. 

“We’ll just have to check it out for ourselves.” Solaris has the brightest, most genuine smile he’s had on his face all day as his grey-and-red eyes sparkle. “I bet they won’t get us with their tricks, right?” 

“Only one way to find out! And if we get separated, just meet me at the exit” And with that, Azalea is charging into the Hall followed close behind by Solaris. 

It doesn’t take the pair long to get separated, wandering around to dead end after dead end. The mirrors had been enchanted with a spell that mimicked the abilities of a bogeyman.  

Things started off small, each of them facing minor fears as they wandered but it wasn’t until Solaris had nearly gotten to the end of the maze-like structure that he came face to face with his worst nightmare. 

There, standing in the mirror in front of him, was an exact copy of his toddler self on the day his demonic powers fully manifested for the first time, a feral, unthinking look in his grey-and-red eyes, glasses hanging around his neck with the lenses broken out. He’s caked in blood and viscera- horns and wings a disgusting mix of red, black, and brown. 

Behind that was his mother’s lifeless body, deep gashes lined her chest as bone and flesh rose up out of the wounds. Her stomach absolutely eviscerated as blood hemorrhages from all the wounds.  

The way her lifeless grey eyes stare deep into Solaris’ soul makes his stomach turn but what finally breaks him are the remnants of what would have eventually been his baby sister in a few months' time. Pieces of cartilage and horn, an arm, a leg here and there- a barely developed wing or two even- scattered on the ground at his reflection’s feet like a broken toy. 

The half-demon falls to his knees huddled over as he gags and wretches, the lunch he’d eaten earlier this afternoon emptied from his stomach as it gushes past his fingers while tears stream down his face.  

“Look at what you’ve caused.” The boy’s head snaps up at the sound of his father’s voice. 

“Dad, I’m-” 

“I left you alone for 20 minutes and you couldn’t even control yourself for that long.” 

“I didn’t- I’m sor- it was an accident! Please!” 

“How embarrassing. I’m ashamed to even call you my son.” 

Those very words shatter the half-demon’s world. Sparks fly from the pendant around his neck as demonic energy starts to seep from it. 

Without any thought, Solaris takes off- runs faster than he’s ever moved in his life- to wherever his feet will carry him. 

Azalea is waiting outside the Hall of Mirrors for her cousin to emerge. It had been a half-hour already since she’d come out on the other side and now, she was starting to worry. 

“It shouldn’t be taking him this long. The maze wasn’t even all that hard…” she murmurs to herself. “Maybe he already went around to the front to wait for me?” 

Jogging around to the front of the attraction, the 19-year-old is confused when she doesn’t see her cousin. The park was closing soon so, seeing no other option, Azalea finds herself heading back to the entrance of the Hall.  

She’s stopped by an employee who’d told her the attraction was now closed for cleaning- apparently some poor sap’s stomach wasn’t able to handle the horrors of the mirrors’ enchantments. 

The news gives Azalea pause. These mirrors had similar abilities to bogeymen and what exactly was Solaris’ greatest fear? She wracks her head for the answer. He’d told her not that long ago so it should be a simple answer. 

In seconds, a massive earthquake rocks the park. Cracks appear in the ground as various demons shriek in horror. Solaris is missing and a giant earthquake nearly levels Devil’s Coast? Azalea doesn’t have a good feeling about this. 

・・・〆・・・ 

(31 August, 20:20, 10 minutes btq) 

The back-to-school event is finally winding down to a close. This wasn’t what Lucifer wanted to be doing on his only child’s birthday, but he can only hope that Azalea had made up for it tenfold with whatever plans she had made for Solaris. 

The demon does feel bad. He’s always hated having to choose between his responsibilities as RAD’s vice-headmaster and his responsibilities as a father especially on a day like today, but sometimes, in the end, it couldn’t be helped. He would just have to make up the time tomorrow. 

What a horrible father I am… Leaving my son to celebrate his birthday practically on his own… 

Perhaps, if he left right now, Lucifer would be able to make it in time to take Solaris out for a birthday dinner and then they could open presents together. 

“Thank you again for your help, Lucifer.” Diavolo smiles as he gives his dear friend a pat on the shoulder. “I appreciate it more than you’ll ever know.” 

“I’m only doing my job. Nothing more, nothing less.” The demon remains distracted still beating himself up over this. 

“Still, Barbatos and I couldn’t pull an event like this off on our own.” The demon lord’s smile never wavers as he speaks, “We’re done with most of the work. It’s alright if you take your leave. The day may be over but that doesn’t mean you can’t celebrate what’s left of the night. Also, I have something for your son as well.” 

“Thank you, Diavolo,” Lucifer takes the gift, “I’m sure Solaris will appreciate it greatly.” 

As the Avatar of Pride turns to leave, a massive earthquake rocks the grounds of RAD, knocking out the power, collapsing several of the older buildings on the campus and knocking over entire shelving units and anatomical dioramas in the classrooms not as badly affected. 

Lucifer’s phone rings almost immediately after the earthquake subsides. His heart leaps into his throat when he sees just who exactly is calling. 

“Azalea, what’s wrong?” He tries to hide the worry in his voice as she hurriedly tries to explain what’s happening on her end. “What do you mean you can find Solaris?” 

・・・〆・・・ 

(31 August, 20:10, 20 minutes btq) 

He doesn’t know why he’s here, standing in the mausoleum Lucifer had constructed for Solaris’ mother fourteen years ago. Maybe it was the fact of knowing her body was entombed here underneath the statue of her likeness that gave the 16-year-old a small comfort. 

It was always like that for Solaris. Being so young when it all happened, the half-demon never got to fully grieve the loss of his mother. For the longest time, Solaris didn’t even know what had happened to her- the emergence of his demonic powers had not only caused him to run out of control, but the overwhelming pressure of it had broken all the bones in his tiny body. 

Lucifer had only told him a couple years later after Solaris, 5 at the time, asked if his mother would ever be coming home from the human world or if she was too sick from the Devildom’s everlasting darkness to stay with them anymore. Ever since, the teen always comes here when he’s sad or hurting emotionally. 

In the still quiet of this mausoleum, he can cry here and no one but the dead will know of it. 

“I’m sorry!” Solaris sobs, air catching in his throat as he presses his head against the stone at the statue’s feet. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m so-” 

The black-and-orange-haired half-demon’s words are cut off in a fit of coughs induced by how harshly he’d been crying and the dust in the environment. His lungs ache from the lack of air as he gasps in between sobs. 

“I wish you were here.” His voice sounds so small, so fragile, as he speaks to his mother’s grave, “I miss you. I wish it was me that died that day- it should have been me! You guys could have just had another kid but you… you were irreplaceable! Nobody else will ever take your place in Dad’s life…” 

The 16-year-old’s body shudders as he takes a breath to compose himself a little more. Crying so harshly as he’s been doing is giving him one hell of a headache. 

“I hate myself… for what I did to you and the baby… all due to abilities that I can’t even use!” His hand comes up to grip the charm on his necklace, the once cool metal now searing hot as the impression of it is branded into the skin of his fingers and palm. “I would give them all up if it meant you could come back to life. My abilities, my life- even my soul! I’d give anything to take your place and pay for my crimes! Just please… come back…” 

Silence falls in the mausoleum once again until Solaris feels a shock to his hand. He recoils as the piece of jewelry breaks apart and the charm hits the ground with a ‘clink-clink’ and rolls away. 

Slowly, the ground begins to rumble and vibrate beneath him. The 16-year-old can only look around and he feels as though he’s being watched by something unseen. Energy is building up in the air around him that makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up as his demon form manifests for the first time in fourteen years. 

And then he feels it: the violent thrashing of an earthquake. Amidst the quaking of the ground, the entrance to the mausoleum had collapsed, leaving Solaris trapped inside while fissures opened up around him as the entire structure tilts onto its side, the statue of his mother topples over leaving her grave uncovered as the teenager is sent flying. 

He can feel the way the back of his skull cracks as he smacks his head on the stone wall. Black spots invade his line of sight as he starts to lose consciousness as the earthquake ceases and he can hear a woman’s voice calling to him frantically. 

・・・〆・・・ 

(31 August, 20:40, 10 minutes post-quake.) 

In the wake of what was undoubtedly one of the worst earthquakes the Devildom had ever seen, the Avatar of Pride is out searching for his only child. Lucifer just hoped Solaris was safe and he hadn’t managed to fall into one of the many large chasms in the ground that had opened up during the disaster. 

Azalea had volunteered to search with him, but Lucifer decided she’d serve a better purpose at Devil’s Coast acting as a direct proxy for Diavolo to guide first responders in any search and rescue efforts and evacuation efforts. 

In the back of his mind, Lucifer can’t help but worry that Solaris might have been the cause of the earthquake. Before, when Solaris had first manifested his powers 14 years ago, he’d managed to collapse the foundation of their house. Now that those abilities have had time to grow in strength and stockpile within him, Solaris could easily cause widespread disaster due to his lack of ability to control himself. The very idea of it makes the Avatar of Pride uneasy- sick even. He doesn’t even know where to start looking for his son. What could have even happened for Solaris to ditch Azalea at the theme park to begin with? Something doesn’t feel right- like he’s missing something important. 

There are too many demons on the street- too many that might impede his progress in looking for his precious son so, manifesting his demon form, Lucifer takes to the sky. With a bird’s eye view of the city and extraordinary farsighted vision, the demon can see that the fissures that opened up in the wake of the quake all originate from one central location: the graveyard where his wife was buried. Something was nagging him to take a closer look there, so the graveyard is where he goes. 

Touching ground right in front of Aubrie’s mausoleum, the demon is shocked to see the front of the structure collapsed and caved in. Not only that but the air still crackles with pure demonic energy that’s not too dissimilar from his own. It feels like his worst fear is about to be confirmed. 

Removing the rubble from the entrance is an easy feat for the Devildom’s third most powerful demon, but what awaits him inside the mausoleum, Lucifer could never prepare for. His expectation was that Solaris- his pride and joy- would be shaken up from the earthquake but alive, nonetheless. What he finds is not only his beloved child unresponsive but his dead wife trying desperately to wake the half-demon, begging the boy to respond to her. 

How was this possible? 

The audible gasp he lets out is enough to draw the human’s attention to him. Her face is red from crying as more tears gather in her stormy-grey eyes. 

“Lucifer... He’s not waking up... I-I don’t know what to do.” 

・・・〆・・・ 

When Solaris wakes up, he can’t recall what he’d been doing or where he’d been. All he knows is that he’s surrounded by a deep pitch blackness. 

“Hello?” His voice echoes off non-existent walls. “Is anyone there?” 

“So, you’re awake, are you?” Something (or was it multiple things) in the dark calls out to him. It sounded like there were three voices, maybe more, all garbled and spliced together. It immediately puts the 16-year-old on edge. 

“Who’s there? Where am I?” The back of his head really hurts. 

All at once, the darkness gives way to a shining, golden light as it forms into some kind of creature in front of him. It was bird-like in appearance not too dissimilar to one of his uncle’s crows, but it felt ancient, threatening in a way Solaris had never felt before. 

“I...” the creature pauses, voice raspy and gravely like it hadn’t spoken to another soul in a millennia or five, “answered your pleas. You offered up a bargain and I gave you what you wanted in exchange for a price of my choosing.” 

“Pleas? What pleas? I don’t plea for anything.” Suddenly he can hear his own voice in his head. 

I would give them all up if it meant you could come back to life. My abilities, my life- even my soul! I’d give anything to take your place and pay for my crimes! 

“You offered up your soul if I would return your mother to the world of the living, did you not?” the avian entity tilts its head to the side. “So, I gave you just what you asked for.” 

And Solaris wants to say he wasn’t serious- he didn’t mean it. But he can’t. Those words said in the tomb came from the deepest part of his aching heart.  

“How can I know you’re not lying?” The half-demon asks, “You could tell me anything- lie to me as not to make me an unwilling captive. What are you even going to do with my soul now that you’ve got it? Eat me?” 

“It’s lonely here.” The being’s voice sounds pitiful and child-like now as its body also shrinks to the size of a child. “I’ve been here in the dark for so long- ever since I woke up, maybe even longer perhaps. All I want… All I want is a friend.” 

・・・〆・・・ 

(31 August, 22:40, 2 hours, 10 minutes post-quake) 

How did this happen? How does a dead person just come back to life? 

Lucifer and Aubrie stand face to face in Solaris’ room, their child had been carted off for another battery of tests to see how badly he’d been injured in the earthquake. He was breathing on his own, miraculously, and his body was mostly unscathed but the pool of blood beneath his head in the mausoleum was worrying. A head injury would be more than devastating. 

“Just tell me he’ll be alright, Lucifer.” Aubrie’s voice is hoarse from all the shed tears, “I just want him to be okay.” 

“The doctors are doing everything they can. He will be alright- I'll make sure of it.” It’s a promise the demon’s not sure he can keep. “It’s all going to be okay.” 

It’s quiet between them as he pulls her into a tight, protective hug, burying his face in her hair. She smells of graveyard soil and dust, reminding Lucifer that not too long ago her body had been buried beneath the earth. 

“I missed you...” his voice comes out quieter than it’s meant to be, in fact he’s not even sure if she’d heard him or not. 

“How long has it been?” Aubrie returns the hug. 

“Fourteen years to the day. Depending on the doctor’s findings, once they bring Solaris back, we should go home. We’ll come back tomorrow after we’ve had time to rest.” 

And Aubrie can only nod at that. There most likely won’t be anything more that either of them can do for their son so it’s only logical that they leave and wait for more information when it’s available. 

・・・〆・・・ 

“Man, disaster management ain’t really my strong suit,” Azalea sighs as she sits outside the gates. She was feeling absolutely drained from all the running around she’d done. As the half-demon pulls out her phone, she notices the 30 missed calls from the entirety of her parental unit. “fuuuuuck they’re gonna kill me when I get home... I should call at least one of ‘em and let ‘em know I’m safe.” 

Azalea tries Thirteen first, praying to whatever unholy god is listening that she doesn’t get chewed out by the reaper for not answering her phone. 

“Where are you?” The line picks up immediately and Thirteen sounds absolutely pissed. “Do you know how worried we all were when you didn’t pick up the phone? You’re lucky your mother and father are out having to work disaster relief, or they would be-” 

“I know, I’m sorry!” She knows Thirteen can’t see it but the nineteen-year-old has her head bowed as if she was giving a deep heartfelt apology. “I was at Devil’s Coast with Solaris when this all went down and then Solaris went missing and then Uncle Lucifer put me in charge of managing search-’n-rescue and general disaster management right after. Look, I’ll come home right now, I promise.” 

“You had better.” Is all the pink-and-blue-haired woman can huff out. “I’ll let your parents know you’re safe, but I have to go. I’m getting a call from your uncle for some reason.” 

The line clicks off and Azalea starts to head back home. 

・・・〆・・・ 

“This can’t be good...” Mammon whispers to his older brother as Aubrie and Arella stare each other down. The latter looks like she’s seen a ghost. 

“You’re telling me,” The Avatar of Pride grumbles, “I’m still trying to figure out what the hell even happened at her grave. It has to be some kind of magic...” 

“Maybe it was a trade- a soul for a soul?” 

“Given Solaris’ current condition, I’m not above that being a possibility.” 

“How is he doin’? Ya said he cracked the back of his head pretty badly- any chance that’s gonna have lastin’ consequences?” 

Lucifer doesn’t answer right away, rather he heaves a heavy sigh through his nose. Solaris was breathing on his own and scans of his brain showed that there was no loss of function that might indicate brain death- on the contrary, his brain was incredibly active, and the scans also showed movement in his eyes akin to that of rem sleep. Lucifer doesn’t really know what to make of that. 

“The doctors think he’s just sleeping- that he’ll wake up in the next few days, but Solaris has never been this deep of a sleeper. I’ve always been able to wake him easily and, in the mausoleum, - Mammon he’s not sleeping. That much I can tell you with certainty.” 

“Wouldn’t hurt to have Belphie pay him a visit though. I know ya think you’re never wrong when it comes to your kid, but they could always surprise you.” 

Turning their attention back to Arella and Aubrie is just awkward now. Arella still has that disbelieving look in her eyes. 

“It can’t be...” The black-haired human says softly, “Who are you really?” 

“Rells, it’s really me. I don’t know how or why but I’m-” 

“No.” Tears are forming in her emerald-green eyes. “If it really is you, then show me the scars that formed when I failed to save you that day. I can’t accept any other proof.” 

Aubrie vaguely remembers the time just shortly before her death. How the last thing she remembered seeing and feeling before it all went dark was Arella’s tearful expression and her hands that were placed on her chest and stomach.  

Slowly the orange-haired human begins to unbutton the high collar of her dress shirt to reveal the deep scarring on her chest where Solaris had sunk his tiny claws into her. 

“Oh my god...” Arella brings her hand to her mouth as a gasp escapes her before she tackles her childhood friend in a tight bear hug, sobbing uncontrollably. “You’re alive! I’m so sorry.” 

“I know, it’s okay.” Aubrie’s voice is quiet and calming. “You did your best- that’s all that matters.” 

・・・〆・・・ 

(5 September, 5 days post-quake) 

The Devildom had slowly started to heal from the chasms that had formed in that disastrous earthquake only five days prior. Led by Beelzebub, demons with all kinds of magic based in the element of earth had come together to repair the disrupted ground and damage to housing units and shops. After that came the slow process of rebuilding those areas that had been most highly affected by the forming of the cracks. 

R.A.D. starts back later from its summer holiday break this year and for once, Lucifer is not there working himself to death. He’s with his wife and incapacitated child. 

Solaris still hadn’t woken up from what the doctors thought would only equate to a couple hours’ nap.  

They keep running tests on the half-demon all in an in-vain attempt at rooting out the cause of this mysterious coma. 

“They’re obviously missing something,” Aubrie mumbles to her husband after yet another meeting with the doctors. “I don’t buy this whole ‘just sleeping’ nonsense. 

“Agreed.” The Avatar of Pride nods. “I’ll revisit your grave later today with Barbatos. Perhaps that will give me more clues as to what went on just before the earthquake hit. For now, we’ll head home for lunch and then I’ll be off to pick up Solaris’ new glasses.” 

The grey-eyed woman nods as she takes her child’s hand and give it a gentle squeeze. She brushes some of his orange and black hair off of his face. 

“Dad and I are going now but we’ll be back again to check on you.” She says softly as she presses a kiss to his forehead, “We love you so much.” 

“Come back to us soon, Son. We’ll be waiting.” Are his father’s encouraging words. 

The pair wait just a few moments longer to see if there was any sign that Solaris could hear them- any sign at all that he was still in there but when nothing happens, they just frown to each other before gathering up their belongings and taking their leave. 

・・・〆・・・ 

To be continued

A/N: I always regretted killing Aubrie off for some reason, so I brought her back. Now let's see if I can make a plausible work around to keeping her alive while also letting Solaris stay around.

[final-girl96]

Chapter Thirteen

YN

After work Randy and I headed to Stu’s. I didn’t want to go if I was being honest, I just wanted to go home and relax by myself. But Randy begged me to go. He didn��t want to pass Stu off by not showing up without me. So I reluctantly said I would go. We grabbed a few movies, which had Jamie Lee Curtis in all of them. I was standing near the couch talking to one of the guys that was in my English class. It was an innocent conversation about the book we were reading. He asked if I could help him understand a certain part in the book.

That all it was and it would have been obvious if Stu would have just stopped to listen to what we were saying. But instead he got jealous and possessive and hit the guy. Randy pulled him away and forced him to go upstairs and calm down. And when he finally came back down everyone else had shown up and it was like ever happened. Then Gale Weathers showed up with Dewey which didn’t make Sidney happy. They still haven’t found her dad.

When people started finally leaving because of the curfew Sidney couldn’t find Tatum. But her boyfriend was also missing. “They probably left to go fuck somewhere,” I told her. Dewey’s car was still outside so we knew he hadn’t left yet. He would be able to give her a ride home. Then Billy showed up and she agreed to go upstairs and talk to him. Randy and a few others were in the living room watching Halloween.

Stu took me into the mudroom and up the stairs to the extra guest room, that used to be his sister's room. She’s been out of the house for six years now. His parents made it into a guest room not long after she left. "Stu, why did you bring me up here?" I asked, watching as he shut the door. "I just wanted to talk. You've been ignoring me since this morning," he said. "I haven't been ignoring you."

"You have, yn. As soon as we got to school you ran off to Sidney. Then while at the lockers when she walked away, you left with Tatum. Didn't say goodbye or give me a kiss. Then you didn't wait for me when school ended. Instead you ran out of the school and jumped on Randy's back. You also ignored me in the hallways. And at the video store you were quick to run off. And now here at my house."

I just looked at him, watching his fists curl and uncurl. He slowly advanced towards me and I walked backwards. "What's going on? You called me because Eric was in the house and you were scared. I saved you and then kept you safe all night. Then this morning you kicked me out of the shower. Which okay I get it, you just wanted some time to yourself. I can understand that and I went downstairs to take a shower.

"I tried to relieve myself but it just wouldn't work. I need to have you. I needed your pussy wrapped around me. And then I started thinking about Eric and why he showed up. It wasn't just because he saw you on the news. No he was calling you or something. And that pissed me off because you didn't tell me. So I finished my shower and waited for you.

"As soon as I saw you drop that towel. Fuck, baby. I can't tell you how many times I've thought about just taking you. I knew I could get an answer out of you that way. so you have two options. Either I pin you to the bed and force my cock inside of you until you tell me what's going on. Or you just tell me and we go downstairs and join the others."

I had me backed up to the wall, hand on either side of my head. I've never felt so small in my life. "I have been ignoring you all day. It's just too much, Stu. This has happened way too fast for me. I'm sorry. And you're – you get jealous over nothing. Dewey was helping me yesterday to get past the reports, you got jealous. Jared was asking me about the book we're reading in English because he didn't understand something and you got jealous and started beating on him. And you're jealous of Randy. I mean come on, Stu, it's Randy! He's in love with Sidney for fucks sake!"

"Can you blame me for getting jealous? Look at you, you're beautiful. Can't have anyone trying to take what's mine. Just thinking about you being with someone else makes me crazy." I shook my head, looking at him in disbelief. "Do you hear yourself? You make it sound like I'm an object or something. You don't own me, Stu. What has gotten into you?" He leaned closer to me, moving one of his hands to my hip. "I do own you, yn. You're mine. You've even said so yourself a few times."

"I think we should go downstairs with everyone else." His grip tightened on my hip. After a minute he stepped away from me and I practically ran out of the room. I felt his hand wrap around my arm. "Slow down. Can you let me finish?" Stu asked. I sighed and nodded my head. "I'm sorry I've been so overbearing and jealous. I just can't stand the thought of losing you. I've waited so long to be more than your best friend. I'm sorry, okay? I'll cool it down. Just don't be mad at me. You know I hate when you're mad at me."

"Promise?" I asked. He smiled and nodded his head. "I promise. Now let's go watch the movie. Maybe ask Randy about his stupid rules just to get him worked up," he said. I laughed and grabbed his hand, pulling him to the living room. We went to the chair and Stu sat down, pulling me down with him. We asked Randy what rules he was talking about and as expected he freaked out and paused the movie.

Then he stood up and walked to stand in front of the TV. Going through all three rules. And in the middle of them Stu moved me off his lap and got up. "I'm going to get another beer. You want one?" He asked Randy. "Yeah, sure." Stu smiled, stuck his arms out in front of him and said, "I'll be back!"

[hinatastinygiant]

15 | Dr. Henry Jekyll

Pairing: Daichi x Fem!Reader

Only in Whispers

USHIJIMA'S P.O.V.

After Tendo and Kogane get tied up, Tendo begs and pleads me to bring him to justice. He swears that it wasn't him, so I'm forced to believe him.

"I didn't do it, Wakatoshi, please," he begs. "You have to believe me. I didn't kill her. I just stole her necklace."

"Shut up," Kogane tells him, elbowing him in the side. "We just talked about this. No more talking."

"Fine," I sigh. "But where should I look?"

"I don't know?! Why don't you start with that bitch, Y/N. I bet she's hiding something! Yeah! Search her room!" he says frantically.

With a small groan, I agree and walk to her room. I open the door to a dark, empty room so I turn on the light and enter. There, I see Y/N's computer sitting on a desk. Not really sure what I should be looking for, I approach the desk and sit down in front of her computer.

I wiggle the mouse and wake up the screen. Strange coding appears in front of me. It looks like gibberish. But I click around on the keyboard, trying to decipher it.

FLASHBACK ~ Y/N'S P.O.V.

After you leave Kiyoko downstairs to go up and get your work done, you open your computer. But instead of opening up and continuing your newest novel, you continue hacking into your publisher's financial records and accounts. Your goal? To siphon off funds into your own personal accounts while altering transaction records to make it appear as though nothing is amiss.

You continue to click and type and click and type. It takes a long time, so while you wait, you walk into the bathroom attached to your bedroom. When you come back, you see Kiyoko hovering over your computer and looking at your screen.

"Kiyoko?!" you shout at her, shocked. "What the hell are you doing in my room?"

"Uh, sorry," she tells you. "I just wanted to come and see how your book was coming along... but Y/N, this isn't a novel..."

"What?" you gulp. "Of course it is."

"What the hell is this?" she asks, pointing to the screen.

"Fuck, Kiyoko, it's none of your damn business?"

"At least tell me what this has to do with Daichi?" she then asks, holding up your phone which you had stupidly left on the desk as well. She can see the two texts that he had sent you while you walked off. "Don't tell me that you have something to do with why he so-called retired from being a detective?"

"Look, I don't know what you're talking about. I met him a little while back but it has nothing to do with this," you lie to her.

"Bullshit. I want to hear the truth, Y/N. Tell me."

"Why should I?" you challenge. "I'm not the one who's been keeping secrets from the people in this house, am I?"

"The fuck are you talking about?"

"Tanaka," you huff. "I know you put this whole party together just so you could see him."

"You're wrong," she grumbles, shaking her head. "I didn't do this for him."

"Really? You expect me to believe that? That's such a lie," you continue.

"Stop changing the conversation, Y/N, I can see exactly what you're doing here! You're a fucking thief!" she yells.

"Fine! Fine! Yes, I'm a fucking thief. I'll admit it! I don't need your help. I can handle this on my own, Kiyoko. I've got it covered. Now just go and leave me alone. I have to keep working."

"Y/N, how could I possibly forget this? You're a criminal! You- you could go to jail if someone catches you! You need to stop!" she tells you, still freaking out.

"Kiyoko, listen, this is how I've survived. If you go snitching on me, I will ruin your life, do you understand?"

"Yeah? Like what? You're gonna kill me over money? What a shitty fucking friend. Do this again and I will be a snitch if I have to!"

FLASHBACK ~ THIRTY MINUTES BEFORE KIYOKO'S DEATH

"I can think of something more fun than laying here, if you're down," he suggests, trailing kisses along your jaw and neck while the two of you lay together down on the beach.

"What did you have in mind?" you hum before Daichi leans down and whispers into your ear.

"Let's go deal with that loose end of yours."

"You mean it? You'll actually kill her?" you ask, your eyes widening.

"For you. Anything. So, are you in?"

"You know I am. I thought you'd never ask," you mumble back, biting your lip.

As Daichi stands up, he takes you by the hand and leads you inside. You approach Kiyoko's room and peer inside. There, you see Tanaka hovering over her on the bed.

"Mmm, wait," he then tells her, pulling away from her momentarily. "There's something I need to ask you."

"Ryu, please, I don't want to tell," she says, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"No, no, this is important. I wanted to ask you... Marry me."

"Fuck," Daichi mutters to you.

"Shh," you whisper back.

"Oh, Ryu... I'm sorry but I can't," she says, her voice cracking.

"You can't?"

"No. I can't marry you," she nods, shaking her head.

"Is there a reason why?"

"I don't... want to," she manages to admit to him nervously.

"You're lying," he huffs. "Why?.. Why won't you marry me?"

"Ryu, please don't make this harder than it already is."

"No, you're lying. I know you love me. So why won't you marry me?"

"Ryu, please. If you can't handle this then I think you should go," Kiyoko sighs, sitting up as he shifts away from her and starts to cry.

It's then that the two of you run into the next room to hide until Tanaka rushes off to god only knows where. Then, once he is gone, you can confront Kiyoko alone.

"Well, that didn't go very well," Daichi shrugs.

"He'll get over it. It's not the end of the world," you tell him. "Let's go."

You enter Kiyoko's room just as your friend finishes getting dressed. Daichi carefully shuts and locks the door, using a tissue to make sure his fingerprints don't taint the crime scene. Then, as you talk to her, he goes through her drawers until he finds a pair of gloves that fit.

"I'm sorry it had to turn out this way," you sigh. "But damn, you're the one who came up with the idea. If you kept your mouth shut none of this would have to happen."

"No, no," she gulps. "I'm sorry, Y/N. Please. Don't kill me. We're friends."

"I'm sorry, too," Daichi says, walking up behind her and wrapping his large hands around her throat. Mere moments later, he's got her lying back down in her bed and the two of you run off to Daichi's room to have a bit of fun relief from the tense situation.

"She's dead," Daichi smiles, panting a bit as he lays back down in bed beside you.

"And nobody will ever figure it out," you tell him.

"At least, not in time. You told Tendo about the necklace, right?" he asks you.

"Even better. I told him where it was. If he takes it, we can pin it on him."

"Clever. What a devious mind. But what are you going to do about the necklace?"

"Hell if I know. He could keep it for all I care."

Only in Whispers

[hugsforyuri]

Chap 4

An

Imma be real wit yall, they kiss soon.

Summary:

Mischa had a panic attack after Talia left him on read and Noel helped.

Noel slowly climbed out of bed. He stretched out and got his phone

N: Misch, come over 

Noel quickly sent the message and within seconds there were three grey dots in their chat

M: Of ccoursw, wuen dhould i he ovef??? Bring anyrhing,,?? 

Noel laughed loudly at the message 

N: anythin you need for the weekend, maybe some food, a charger, your phone, just whatever u want:))

Mischa read the message and smiled brightly at it. 

M: ty love, i'll be over soon 

Noel's jaw dropped. He was gobsmacked, shook, flabbergasted, an fear.

N: ??? Love???????

Mischa whyd you call me love???????????

M: bc i love you. Idiot

N:??????? But talia???????

M: im polyam, noel.

N: waitwait but didnt you like whats his name harry??.

M: nah hes not as pretty as u.

Noel threw his phone across the room. Fucking Mischa Bachinski, thinks that he, Noel Gruber is pretty? He opened his closet and grabbed his comfiest clothes out. Sweatpants and a sweater. He quickly put them on and went to brush his teeth. Just as he finished he heard a knock on his door.  He rushed and opened it. "Hello dear." Mischa said as he stood at the door. Large suitcase in his hand. Almost over-packed. "Just get inside." Noel said. Mischa ran upstairs and tried to find Noel's room to put his bag down. He soon found the room, he knew it was Noel's due to the obnoxiously large chicago poster on the door. He opened the door to fine bits of shredded paper. He picked one up and it read:

'Mischa,

I like you. A lot. I think you're really

I'd love to just kiss you 

You're gre'

It was cut off there but Mischa couldn't help but wonder what the rest of it said. Mischa heard footsteps climbing the stairs. "Mischa!" Noel ran over and hugged him tightly. Mischa returned the favour by wrapping his arms around his neck. Mischa slowly lowered his head and gently pecked Noel's hair. "Misch, did you really mean what you said?" Noel asked. "What? That I love you? I meant that Noel. I meant that with my whole heart." Noel tightened his grip and started to sob. "Mischa Bachinski, you're so perfect. Don't Let me go." Noel started to shake. "Misch please. Please. I love you. I need you." His voice shook. Mischa picked Noel up and placed him on the bed. "Noel. I'm going to get something. Get some snacks." He walked to where he set his bag and unzipped it. He grabbed some reccees, coke, and chips. "Noel, I got you a few things." Noel dragged Mischa onto the bed and hugged him. "Mischa I love you." Noel spoke loudly. "Mhh, love you too, Dear." He put his arms around Noel and pulled him close. Noel reached down slightly and grabbed the coke. He tried to read the label but he struggled "This diet coke?" Noel asked. "No it's not. Do you want diet? I can get diet. I don't mind going and getting it if you want?" Mischa Said. His tone was rather rushed, it sounded idiosyncratic. "Mischa I'd love that." Noel whispered. Mischa nodded and climbed out of Noel's wooden single bed frame. He then pulled his sweater off and grabbed a dress shirt from his suitcase. "Wait fuck fuck fuck fuck!" He yelled. The last fuck was extended. "So sorry Noel, I am so so so sorry." He took the sweater and ran out to the bathroom with black trousers and a blazer in hand. Noel just layed there, absolutely flabbergasted. Oh his golly good days. His homosexuality was real !!!! He knew from the young age of 7 when people started liking harry potter he liked the french new wave cinema . The door downstairs opened and Noel saw Mischa running out. Within minutes he was back. Five diet cokes in hand. Mischa ran upstairs and gave Noel one. "Wowzers! Gee willikers thank you mischa !!!!!!" Noel screamed. "For realz" Mischa said. He made sure the z instead of s was known. IRL TOOOOO!!?$&@*!?

They were both men likers for each OTHER.

Mischa lay next to Noel and they slept. Peacefully asleep together. 

A/n

Soz if this is really bad. I'm writing this while stoned as hell. Lovw yall rho. Stay safe ♡♡♡ also im gay, like a gay man , big men lover. Wanted to clarify