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copias-thrall · 5 years ago

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It Was a Day Out

The misadventures of Suey and Mary on a lovely fall day. Are they still a hot mess? FIND OUT

(Part: 1; 2; 3; 4; 5; 6; 7)

*breathplay*

It’s one of those rare weekdays where both you and Mary are free of your obligations. A successful gig the night before has the band taking the day off from practice, and an industry conference has the firm you’re working for offline. It’s a crisp Fall day where you can smell both the sunshine and the decaying leaves in the air, where you can almost be tricked into getting away with a t-shirt until you walk into the shade.

You knew he had a big gig, so you weren’t expecting to see him until late afternoon—if at all—so when you’d startled awake from him banging your front door open, his presence was a surprise. You’d barely even comprehended the first slam before Mary was bursting into your bedroom like people had to see it from the back row.

“It’s a beautiful fucking day and I’m here to cartoon bird you. Get up!”

You blink at him and say, “You’re a monster. I’m breaking up with you,” then bury your head under your pillow. You’re surprised when your covers are yanked off, and you yelp, grabbing after them way too late—you definitely aren’t wearing clothes.

“Oh … what do we have here?”

You try to get your pillow over you, but Mary is too fast—crawling over you and effectively pinning you down. The leather of his jacket quickly warms to your skin, but his pins and zippers bite into your skin.

Mary touches his nose to yours. “Hi.”

“Hi,” you say back.

When he doesn’t move, you say, “Can I get dressed now?”

“Hmm,” he hums as he pretends to survey the situation. “I kinda like you as you are. Naked. At my mercy. Feels almost a crime not to take advantage of it.”

You wriggle. “I thought you wanted to go out.”

He grins at you. “I’m flexible.” He sits up so he can reach behind him, and you’d suddenly feel his fingers searching for your slit.

“Mary!” you yelp as you jerk under him.

When he finally slips in a finger, he finds you dry, and he makes an exaggerated gasp.

“Well, we can’t have that, now can we?”

“You’re incorrigible.”

He gives a vulgar thrust of his hips and says, “I know what gets you wet,” before kneeing up your body until his crotch is in your face. “Take me out.”

You fumble with his belt and zipper before slipping your hand into the slit of his boxers. Mary’s cock is half hard—hot to the touch—and he moans as you wrap your hand around him. By the time you get him out of his pants, he’s almost fully erect. You give him a few loose strokes, and his head rolls back before he says, “Suck me.”

Though the angle is awkward, you suck him into your mouth, twirling your tongue around the tip while simultaneously stroking his shaft.

“Yeah. Just like that.”

You flick your eyes up to him; his eyes are glazed eyes and he’s biting his bottom lip.

“Oh, fuck��I love it when you look at me.”

You continue to suck him as best you can—casting your eyes up at him whenever you remember—as Mary rocks his hips in time. When you press your tongue into his sweet spot, he groans, then leans forward to settle his arms on either side of you. He starts fucking into your mouth, and you let your hand fall away, hooking your lips over your teeth and pressing the flat of your tongue into the underside of his cock. He grunts in approval as he takes his pleasure from your mouth.

When you feel his dick throb, he slows, then stops.

“Fuck,” he pants. “I can’t decide if I’d rather cum down your throat or in your cunt.”

He slowly rocks into your mouth, letting out little Mmms as he rubs against your tongue. You take a deep breath and hum around him, causing Mary to moan hard. He growls and starts fucking your mouth faster.

“You want me to fuck your face then? Shove my cock down your throat? Be careful what you wish for, little girl.”

You hum again, and he just grunts as he tries to stick his dick as far into you as possible. Repeatedly. When his hips start to stutter, you dig your teeth-wrapped lips into him harder. He gives a choked off cry—and you briefly taste the salt of his cum—before he pulls out to shoot the rest on your tits, eyes fixed and tongue peeking out. Once he slows, you curl forward—mouth open—and he rubs his cockhead over your lips and tongue as he softens.

Finished, he rolls off you, reaching for the travel pack of tissues you used to carry around in your purse before it seemed to find permanent residence on your night table. He pulls out a few to hand to you, then tucks himself back into his jeans.

As you wipe at yourself, you say archly, “I thought the point was to cum down my throat?”

May turns on his side, propping himself up on his one arm as the other reaches out to thumb at a nipple.

“Most girls really appreciate it when their boyfriends give them a pearl necklace.”

You just narrow your eyes at him before shoving the wadded tissues into his face. He lets out an Ack as he hastens to grab them away. While he’s distracted, you take the opportunity to swing your leg over his hips to straddle him. His gaze meets yours, and you ruck up his shirt so that you can smear your slick on his concave stomach—having his cock in your mouth has made you soft and wet.

“Shall I make a mess of you now?”

When he just blinks at you, you work your way up his torso, carefully maneuvering around the sharp points of his pins.

“I’m going to grease your chin.”

As you press the folds of your cunt to his mouth, Mary’s arms come up behind you to push you into him. His eyes immediately close as he parts his own lips to worm his tongue into yours. You ride his face, grinding down when you want more pressure and rocking against him when you want more movement—the whisper of slight stubble scratching against your sensitive skin. The closer you get, the faster you rock, and the more your thighs begin to tremble at the strain.

Without warning, Mary throws you off—but then he’s right there again, grabbing your thighs and pulling you to the edge of the bed. His mouth suctions back onto you, his tongue lapping at your now-throbbing clit, as he inserts two fingers into you.

You relax into the bed and moan out loudly at the dual sensation—and that’s before he starts tapping at your G-spot. You let Mary take over, losing yourself in the pleasure while noisily conveying your approval. Soon you’re close—clutching at your sheets like a lifeline—and Mary speeds up his ministrations. Your climax builds up slow and sweet—and you know you're going to get there even as you tense, back locking and breath catching.

Mary feels your tells, and he starts flicking at your engorged nub in a quickened pace. When you cum—sparks bursting behind your eyes—you clamp your thighs on his head and buck up, Mary doing his best to follow.

Coming down, you let your limbs sprawl out and open, half expecting Mary to use the opportunity to fuck you. (You hope he’ll let you take a nap while he does.) But he just wipes off his lips and chin with the inside of his collar, smearing his already-ruined white face further. He crawls over you again, blanketing you with his body, and sighs.

“I could probably fuck you right now. If you wanted.”

“Nap.”

“K.”

You grope for an edge of a sheet or blanket, but—in the end—Mary’s the one to throw the covers over you both. When you awaken 30min later, it’s because one arm is half asleep and there are dull aches where Mary’s sharp edges had been pressing into you. You push at him with your feet, and when Mary just grumbles, you kick harder.

“Jesus, what? I thought you wanted to sleep.”

You squirm. “Uncomfortable.”

“Pain in my fucking ass,” he mumbles, but instead of just rolling off you, he keeps going, yanking the covers off in such a way that you’re suddenly a mass of limbs on the floor.

As you sputter, he just laughs and says, “Oh good! You’re up!”

You clamber to your feet trying not to stumble in your sheets, and Mary breezes past, slapping you on the ass.

"C’mon, baby doll—let’s go get some vitamin D.”

“Didn’t you just give me that, Mare?”

He looks at you over his shoulder. “You’re stealing my jokes, and I don’t appreciate it.”

You end up pulling on one of his XL graphic tees—off the hook in your bathroom—and a pair of electric-blue fleece tights. At Mary’s grumbling, you yank on your thigh-length, lace leggings over them.

The two of you playfully fight for mirror space as you put on your Day Face and Mary does his best to repair his. Despite him chomping at the bit like an overeager puppy to get out the door, he still finds time to sidle up behind you to squeeze your curves through the t-shirt. (“What? I just wanted to see if you felt as good as you looked.”)

You try not to feel like a Rock Star as you walk down the street—you in your worn, retro-jacket you found in dollar-a-pound & cat sunglasses, Mary in his leather jacket and various studded belts—but for better or worse, you’re getting a lot of attention.

Or maybe that’s because Mary is kind of a rock star.

Whatever.

You’re cute as fuck.

Mary mostly wants to trawl the record stores and argue with pawnbrokers over the price of guitars—which he definitely needed to wake your ass up at the crack of before noon to do—but you still find plenty of merch to engage with.

At one pawn shop you trill out a bastardized version of Toccata and Fugue in D Minor on a keyboard, jumping 5ft in the air when Mary appears from nowhere.

“You play?”

You yank your hands away from the instrument.

“No,” is your knee-jerk response, but then you lightly run your hand over the keys. “I mean, not anymore.” You flick the power switch off.

You make your way out of the shop, and you can feel Mary’s restrained interest. You sigh heavily.

“I didn’t say anything!” he says, hands up placatingly.

“You were thinking it really loudly, though.”

He shrugs, and the two of you walk in silence for a beat before you run your arm through his.

“Suzuki Method. It was supposed to help my language skills. Enjoying it was an unexpected consequence.”

Mary angles his head to squint at you.

“Consequence?”

“When my father was in a mood, he’d pry the black keys off. I got very good with wood glue.” You pause. “Apparently they destroyed it. At least, they sent me a box filled with broken keys.”

Mary stops walking, causing you to jolt to a stop as well.

“What. The. Fuck.”

“Yep,” you shrug. “They'd rather destroy something than give it away.”

You slip your arm free so you can continue on down the sidewalk, and Mary follows until you’re both walking side by side again. When you don’t continue speaking, he looks at you for a moment.

“So you know Mum raised me.”

“Yeah,” you say as you take his hand and run your thumb over the ring of hers he wears. He interlocks your fingers before mashing both your hands into his pocket.

“Don’t know much about dad, though. I barely remember him. He has a string of families, apparently. I’ve got all these half siblings strewn about the country. But they don’t seem real, you know? Just names and addresses scrawled across index cards and on the back or receipts. I guess I could reach out. But.”

He lets the thought hang.

“You don’t have to explain to me, Mare.”

“Thanks.”

The two of you walk another block before Mary pulls you into a store that’s half comics, half records. You make to tell him that you’ll be by the graphic novels, but he’s already making a beeline toward his intended goal and waving you off.

You’re just finishing browsing the rickety wireframe housing the zines, when you hear Mary exclaim, “Hey, dude! It’s been forever!”

“Mary, my dude.” Comes another voice. “I just got back! Awesome show last night, by the way! But where’d you run off to? The guys were frustratingly unhelpful.”

You meander around the corner just in time to see Mary embrace and back slap a blonde-haired dude in the standard uniform of skinny jeans and leather jacket. Mary leans back a little.

“Believe it or not I’m not this beautimous on my own. Gotta get my vitamin Zzz.”

The guy narrows his eyes and lets go, wrinkling his nose.

“Sleep, huh? Is that why you smell like pussy?”

You sidle over.

“He smells like pussy because I sat on his face this morning,” you say with a sly smile.

The guy scrunches his face at you as Mary jerks in surprise to find you right there.

“You letting the groupies follow you home now, Goore?”

You tense as your face flushes.

Mary quickly slings his arm around your shoulders, holding you in place. “This is my girlfriend,” he says lowly.

“No shit,” the guy says. His face contorts through a journey you can’t interpret. His eyes flick back to Mary. “Really?”

“Yeah. Really,” says Mary.

The guy scrutinizes you closer, and you’re suddenly feeling less like a rock star and more like a conquest in last night’s clothes; you shift uneasily.

“You gotta problem, Aaron?” says Mary.

“Just … since when do you have a fucking girlfriend?”

You say Three months just as Mary says, “You haven’t been around in a while.”

Mary turns to you. “I thought it was four?”

“Since that night in August?”

“I was counting that night at Sixes & Sevens in June.”

“Where?”

“Mickey’s place.”

You scrunch your nose at him.

“You want to count that?”

“Why not?”

You can’t think of a rebuttal, so you raise your hands.

“You know what? I just remembered I don’t care.” You give him jazz hands. “Four months it is”

“You’re a bitch.”

You beam at him. “Thanks!”

“No distractions, huh,” mumbles Aaron.

Remember Aaron?

The two of you turn back to him. He’s hunched into himself a little, hands crammed into his pockets.

“Suey isn’t a distraction,” says Mary.

Aaron gives you an exaggerated once over.

“Yeah, I can see that.

Heat quickens in your veins, and you slip in front of Mary to stand arms akimbo.

“Ok, that’s enough. I think it’s time for you to drive through.”

“Suey,” sighs Mary as Aaron half laughs, half snorts.

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll do something you won’t like.”

He does laugh then.

“I’d listen to her,” rumbles Mary, even as you feel his hands come to rest on your arms.

“Yeah? I’d like to see you try.”

You feel Mary clamp down on your arms, but you don’t need mobility to hock your saliva and spit it in Aaron’s face. He freezes in shock as Mary hisses, Jesus Christ, Suey. Aaron wipes his face and looks at you disbelievingly. You stare hard at him with your eyes. Then he just starts laughing—it’s not a kind laugh.

“Oh my god, Mary. You’re dating yourself.”

“Fuck off already” you say.

“Wow dude, good luck that. She’s a feral little thing, isn’t she?”

“You were being a massive dick,” says Mary.

“See you around, Goore,” says Aaron as he stalks out of the store.

Mary’s eyes follow him—and your gut clenches for a second when you think Mary might leave you and run after him—but he makes no movement towards the door. He does look down at you, frowning.

“You’re a fucking menace, you know that? Try not to piss off all my friends, ok?”

You shrug. “Are you mad?”

He rubs your arms. “It’s not like I wasn’t five seconds away from doing something if he insulted you one more time. But Christ, Suey. You’re gonna get stabbed one day.”

“Whatever.”

“C’mon,” he says as he puts his arm around your shoulders again.

The two of you leave—whatever Mary came in for long forgotten—and amble down the sidewalk in the early-afternoon sun.

“Was it serious?” you ask after a while.

Mary stops. “Get sliced with a broken bottle? No, just a few stitches.”

“Wait—what?!”

“What?”

“I was talking about Aaron, but can we rewind to you getting stabbed with broken glass?!”

Mary shrugs. “Typical drunk meathead saying some shit. Turned a fist fight into a shitshow.”

He pulls up his shirt and points to the raised crescent above his hip, the one you often trace with your tongue. You trace it now with your finger before he lowers his shirt again.

“Jesus, Mary.” You wrap your arms around him. “Don’t go getting stupid like that again, ok?”

He returns your embrace, huffing out a laugh. “I won’t if you won’t, champ.”

“Yeah yeah, fine. Ok.” You slip out of his arms and jab a finger at him. “But you’re changing the subject.”

“Aaron?”

“Yes.”

Mary presses the heel of his hands into his eye sockets. He removes his hands, sees the black on them, rubs them on his jeans, and tips his head back to look up at the sky.

“I like Aaron. He’s a good dude.”

“Ok. But?”

His head tips down.

“He hasn’t been around because he’s been following another band. That’s what he does. He gloms onto bands. We all had some good times with him … but for him it’s all about status. He fixated on me the second he realized I write the songs.”

“You rebuffed him.”

“Well …”

“Oh no …”

Mary shrugs. “He was a good time.”

“Mary, you cad!”

Mary scowls at you.

“Can we just fucking drop it?”

“Oh shit—he’s not going to sue you for palimony or anything is he?”

“I said fucking stop.”

“Yeah, ok,” you say as you give his arm a kiss.

The two of you continue on, content to fog up display glasses while window shopping and playing “what if” until Mary feels you hesitate in front of an ice cream shoppe.

“You want?”

You give him a careful shrug.

“Maybe.”

He considers you, before sighing.

“All right, c’mon … but take your lactaid this time—you’re a bitch to deal with when it goes right through you.”

“Don’t be gross.”

“I won’t be gross if you won’t be gross first.”

He orders you both cones. When you see him scrounging for change in his pockets, you try to pay, but he just elbows away.

“I can buy you an ice cream cone.”

You lean into him. “Of course you can, Mare bear—I was just trying to be efficient.” You stick a hand in his back pocket and squeeze his ass. “I can help search too.”

He makes a tetch noise at you and waves you outside. You lightly bite his bicep before trouncing out of the store and finding a bench in the park across the street. In the direct sunlight it’s quite warm, and you shrug out of your coat as you sprawl over the bench. You imagine that you’re a lizard, soaking up the heat to store for later.

You must doze off a little, because suddenly Mary is beside and jostling you.

“Fuck. Take your ice cream before it melts down my hand.”

You sit up and grab the melting item from him. When you give his sticky fingers a lap, he gives you an exasperated look.

“Tease.”

You shrug. “Just helping.”

“Mmm.”

The two of you eat your cones while arguing about the subjectivity of art and authorial intent vs death of the author as applied to all creators.

“Ok,” you say, “but—can’t you agree that once you put art there in the world it’s subject to the observer effect? Once your audience consumes it, it intrinsically changes?”

Mary huffs. “That’s all well and good for fine art and Hawthorne—but as a songwriter—I have to say my meaning is my meaning. My subtext is my subtext. I’m loath to think someone out there could be interpreting my lyrics about dismantling the construct of social norms to actually be a call to maintain them!”

“You don’t think Hawthorne would be just as distressed to find his symbolism about morality within the human psyche misinterpreted as misogynistic theory? But he can’t stop it once it’s out there. The creator basically creates a Schrödinger's cat of intention! Until their audience consumes it, the art is both what the creator intended and what the audience interprets. I’d absolutely say the same as lyrical intention!”

Mary scoffs. He’s gearing up for a rebuttal when he falters, his attention suddenly elsewhere. He turns his head, and you follow his line of sight: there’s a little boy, standing not too far from your park bench, alone and wide-eyed. As you push your sunglasses onto your head, Mary slips off the bench and squats by the boy.

“Well. Hello, little man. I’m Mary.”

He holds out his hand, but the boy just stares at him.

“Where’s your mommy?”

The little boy looks around, lip trembling.

“Hey, it’s cool. We’ll find her. What’s your name, dude?”

“Jake,” says the small voice.

“Nice to meet you, Jake.”

Jake points at Mary’s face.

“You’re Halloween,” he says.

“That’s right,” says Mary. “I like to play make believe. Do you like to play make believe?”

Jake’s eyes brighten and he nod vigorously. Mary nods with him.

“That’s so cool, Jake. Do you want to play ‘investigators’?”

Jake nods.

“Awesome. Now, where was the last place you saw your mom? Take a good look around, ok?”

The boy’s head swivels as he looks around the park. He considers before pointing toward the joggers area.

“Ok, Jake. Let’s go investigate, all right? Hold my hand, ok?”

You shift. “Should I…?”

“I’ll be right back, Suey.”

Jake focuses his eyes on you, then flick back up to Mary, questioning.

“That’s my girlfriend.”

“Ew,” says Jake.

You make an exaggerated face as Mary chuckles.

“Yeah, she’s pretty gross. But,” he says in a stage whisper, “don’t tell her I said that.”

Jake shakes his head, and the two of them take off across the grass, hand in hand. Halfway there a woman in bright workout gear comes sprinting across the gap. You watch, frowning, as the woman points and yells at Mary, grabbing her son to her and shielding him. Mary puts his hands up and backs away, even as the woman jabs at the air between them. The woman hurries herself and Jake away. When Jake turns around to wave, Mary waves back, but it’s cut short when his mom wrenches his hand down and ushers him out of the park and away. You watch as Mary stands there for a few more seconds, before he turns and starts his way back to you.

When he gets back to the bench, you reach for his hand.

“Mare—”

“Let’s just go,” he says as he grabs up his jacket from the bench.

You scramble after him. He has his hands shoved into his pockets, and you don’t try to thread your arm through his. You follow him out of the park, hurrying to keep up as he strides down the sidewalk. After a while you say,

“You’re good with kids.”

He spins around on you.

“And that’s such a fucking surprise is it? Scary Mary Goore isn’t a total dick?”

“N-no … I just—”

“Wearing makeup and being in a band means I can’t like kids?”

“I didn’t—it just that not being good with kids myself—”

“Yeah, well. You’re a little self-absorbed.”

You stop walking. “Wow. Ok.”

Mary looks over his shoulder. “See? Here’s where you make this all about yourself.”

You know he’s not angry with you. You know. But you still can’t stop yourself from digging a 5 dollar bill out of your pocket and throwing it at him.

“For the fucking ice cream.”

You turn and try not to stomp away. If he wants to be in a snit, that’s on him. You don’t need to subject yourself to it. And you don’t need to be beholden to him in any way. Mary and his fucking moods.

You’re about a block away when Mary’s voice next to you startles you out of your funk.

“Don’t fucking throw money at me.”

Mary crowds into your space and tries to press the $5 back into your hand, even as you pull away.

“No. I don’t want to owe you anything.

Mary catches your arm. “Why would you owe me anything.”

You shake free and snarl, “Tell me I’m wrong, then! Tell me some part of you wasn’t thinking how dare I be such a bitch and after you bought me ice cream too. Look me in the face and tell me that!”

Mary falters. It’s just for a second. Just a second, but it’s enough. You jab at him again.

“That woman was a bitch—and I hate it for you—but I’m not your fucking punching bag, Mary. I’ll walk away every time.”

Mary seems to crumple in on himself. You exhale and pinch the bridge of your nose.

“I don’t want to fight with you, Mare. But I won’t take your bullshit. Now, c’mere.”

You hold out your arms—Mary looking at you as if this might be some trick—but then he hunches over and lets you enfold him in your arms. You rock him a little, the way he tries to do to you.

“You suck at this shit.”

“I know.” You rock him a bit more before stopping. “I’m sorry I threw money at you. I know you’re not mad at me.”

You curl your hand into his to take it back, but he yanks it away from you,

“Nuh-uh,” he says as he moves away and crosses his arms. “I’m keeping this as ‘asshole tax’ as you like to say.”

You gape at him as he tries hard not to crack a smile.

“Whatever. Let’s go back to my place. It’s getting chilly and I’m hungry.”

“You just had ice cream.”

“That’s a completely different stomach.”

“That sounds legit for sure.”

You thrust out your hand, and he’s quick to take it, stuffing both yours and his back into his pocket.

After walking in silence for a while you say, “Children scare me.”

Mary glances over at you. “Scare you?”

“Yeah. They’re just so. Impressionable. And fragile. And they’re like little psychopaths you have to be nice to.”

“I think they’re fun. They give zero fucks about what they say—sometimes it’s weird-ass shit and other times it’s like they cut right through the bullshit. They love getting dirty and the world hasn’t crushed their sense of whimsy yet. I’ll take playing in the creek with them over a band meeting any day.”

“That’s so on brand Mary. I bet you caught frogs as a tot, didn’t you?”

He gives you a mock glare. “You don’t know my life.”

“I bet you can’t—” You cut yourself off before you can finish with wait to play with your own.

“I can’t what?”

“Nothing.”

“No, what?”

“Nothing.”

Mary stops. “Well, now I know it’s something.”

Your hand slips out of his grasp, and you wrap your arms around yourself.

“I—you just. I didn’t think about you thinking about kids.”

He squints at you. “Thinking about kids?”

You make a curt gesture. “Having them.”

The two of you stare at each other.

“Because you …” Mary starts.

“Because I?”

“… want them?”

“Do you?”

“I asked you first.”

“I implied it first.”

Mary’s eyes are boring into yours, and your heart is beating in your ears.

“Fuck,” he says. “I don’t wanna break up.” He takes your hands in his.

“Should we not say?”

“No, we gotta.”

You realize that you’re trembling.

“Shit, Mare.”

Mary pulls you into him.

“Ok, fuck. I’ll say it.” He takes a deep breath. “Never. I never want kids.”

Wait.

You must not have heard him right.

You pull away from him, furrowing your eyebrows.. “You … never want children?”

Mary’s face contorts. “I’m so sorry—”

You slap his chest and burst into relieved laughter.

“Oh thank god.”

He’s just looking at you blankly.

“Oh my god, Mare. That whole speech? I thought you wanted kids!”

“You don’t…?

“Jesus, no. I can barely take care of myself.”

“But one day …”

You just shake your head. “Everything’s hard and exhausting all the time. If it ever gets better, I don’t want to dive back in.”

Mary just shakes his head.

“Fuck. I miss smoking sometimes. Let’s go.”

“What about you?” you ask as you thread your arm through his.

He shrugs. “I’ll be the cool uncle til the cows come home, but I’m fucking selfish. I want to see the world, and sleep in on my days off, and fuck when I want to.

“A lot of people do all those things.”

“A lot of those people have means.”

You’re on your couch, still in Mary’s oversized shirt and a pair of boy shorts, laying on your stomach as you flip through one of those books that’s supposed to make you a better person. Your crossed calves rest in Mary’s lap (he’s similarly in his t-shirt and boxer briefs), and one of his hands long ago snuck up under your shorts and now rests cupping your one ass cheek. He flips through your cable and complains that there’s nothing on.

“Seriously, though. Why do you even have cable? I’m the only one who watches it.”

You put your finger in the book to mark your place as you look over your shoulder.

“Because it’s cheaper.”

He squints at you.

“Having cable is cheaper?”

You roll over. His hand just glides to your thigh.

“Having cable is cheaper with high-speed internet—which I need in order to work from home—than having basic cable.”

“Really?”

“Yep. It’s good for you and your WWE addition, though.”

“Hmm.”

His hand kneads at your thigh, but his gaze is far away.

“What?”

He gives you a measured look.

“Ok. Look. I don’t actually know what it is you do.”

“You … don’t?”

“In my defense every time I bring it up, you just make a snoring noise and change the subject.”

“Well it is.”

He gives you a playful shake.

“OH MY GOD JUST TELL ME WHAT YOU DO.”

Laughing, you push him away, but set your book on the coffee table so you can climb into his lap.

Mary settles his hands on your hips as he looks up at you.

“If you think you can distract me with sex—you’re right.”

You wind your arms around his neck even as his hands, warm and guitar calloused, slip under your shirt and up your sides.

“You’re going to be sorry you asked.”

“Asked what?” says Mary as his hands cup your breasts, his eyes now trained on the movement under the shirt.

You lean forward to kiss at his jaw, then the hinge, and then to press your lips to his tragus, tonguing at his piercing.

“I’m a contract paralegal,” you whisper seductively into his ear.

Mary stills, his hands receding.

“You … what?”

You shift back up.

“Yeah. It’s not exciting or glamorous.”

Mary’s brows furrow.

“Or very punk rock at all.”

“I’ve got a lot of debt. And you eat a lot.”

“What debt?”

You sigh and rest your head into his shoulder.

“Look, can we move on? You asked what I do, and now you know.”

His hands run up and down you again.

“K.”

You lean forward to kiss him, and he accepts you readily. His hands slide under your clothes—one under the shirt, the other under the shorts. Mouth sliding across your cheek, he sucks at your neck, and you slip your hands into his hair. His teeth scrape down your neck and bare down at the juncture where it meets your shoulder.

“What about after?” he murmurs into your shoulder

“Mmm, I expect you to fuck me into oblivion. No need for after.”

Mary pulls his head back, even as his fingers knead and trail across your sensitive skin.

“No, after your debt. You can’t want this—” he jerks his head at your apartment, “forever.”

Sighing, you slide your hands down and around his neck before leaning back.

“I don’t know, Mare. Of course I want something better—but I have no idea what that looks like. Like, am I going to turn 30 and suddenly want a big house in the suburbs? Am I going to decide to move to Tibet and live in a yurt? Owning my own place sounds nice—no sketchy slumlord. Another bedroom perhaps? A place for a meat fridge? Those are my dreams. But, a lot can change in 5 years. I could ask the same of you. You live with 4 other guys in a 2 bedroom and take turns on the couch. Mickey pays you in slightly better than minimum wage and trade.”

Mary leans back into the couch, taking his hands with him.

“Christ, I hope in 2 years I don’t wanna live in a yurt. But a house, yeah. Someplace nice for me and … whoever.” His one hand lands on your thigh. “I’m gonna have my name up in lights, Suey. And then I’ll buy you all the groceries—and enough meat to fill your locker.”

Mary’s eyes are round and bright. You wiggle on his lap.

“Your meat can fill my locker right now.”

His hand grips your thigh hard.

“You’re the literal worst.”

“What?” you pout. “I’m just saying if you wanted to make me happy now … no stardom needed! Just that thick cock of yours.”

“Temptress,” he says, but he’s rolling his hips up into you, his bulge forming.

The two of you grind into each other for a bit, kissing hard. The boy shorts are beginning to stick to you, and you contort yourself trying to peel them off, Mary’s hands appearing to help you out of them. Once you’re free, your hand dives into the slit in Mary’s boxers, and he moans as you squeeze his dick. You pull it free, before hastily sinking down onto it.

“Shit,” gasps Mary, his head thrown back and his eyes shut.

You put your hands on his shoulders for leverage and squirm around until his cock is hitting your sweet spot. You don’t so much bounce on his cock as you swivel your hips and grind down into his pubic curls. Mary’s hands find your hips so he can guide you up and down on him. On every down stroke you feel that burst of pleasure as his cockhead hits your G-spot, and you whine.

“Oh fuck, Suey. Yeah, use my cock. Cum on me.”

“Shut up and I fucking will.”

Even as you grind down harder into him, your hand shoots out to cover his mouth. Mary’s eyes widen before rolling back, and you lick your lips. You maneuver your hand so that your palm is pressed against his mouth and then you squeeze his nose shut with his fingers. His hands drop away from you, and his thrusts—already shallow—recede to small twitches. You speed up, trying to lift up as much as you can without popping off before slamming back down into his lap, his thighs wet with your slick.

When Mary starts to flail, you let up just enough for him to gasp in a breath or two before you clamp down again. Fucking him quickly becomes more about watching him thrash and jerk under you than getting off yourself—though the ember of your arousal is there, simmering.

It’s only once your thigh muscles start to protest that you urge Mary toward his final climax, clenching around him as you keep the seal of your hand tight. He started sweating a while ago, and his face has turned red at the strain. His hands start scrabbling at your waist, but he doesn’t tap out. You clench again, and he suddenly arches off the couch.

You remove your hand in time for him to suck in a lungful of air, only to start screaming it out again, his grip on your waist forcing you down as his hips thrust up hard. As he’s emptying into you, lost in his climax, you bring your hand down to swipe at your clit, letting the excitement of his orgasm usher in your own. It’s a soft thing—more of a gentle wave to shore than the crash of a tidal—but you still spasm hard enough that Mary whines at the sudden clench around his sensitive and softening cock, and he jerks under you.

On shaky legs, you roll off him to the side, and his hands fly down to cup his dick. As his chest continues to heave, you look about for your underpants, balling them up and pressing them to your cunt so his cum doesn’t leak on the couch. His arm reaches out, his hand fumbling artlessly to pet at you.

“Oh fuck,” he says. He turns his sweaty head to cast hooded eyes at you.

Grinning at him, you pat at his thigh before extracting yourself from the couch. You teeter dangerously on your exerted muscles, and Mary shoots out a hand to steady you.

“Do you want to join me in the shower,” you ask, “or …?”

“Yeah, ok. But I’ll have to leave soon. Mickey wants me to open.”

He shifts off the couch into a stretch, his soft cock still out and bouncing a little. You reach your hand down to cover it and he flinches away.

“Sensitive.”

“Sorry, Mare bear,” you say around a smile.

“Mmm.”

The two of you make your way the five or so steps to your bathroom.

“Are you going to be by later?”

Mary is stripping out of his clothes as you fiddle with the shower.

“No—and probably not all weekend either. Band stuff. We wanna talk about how to piggyback off this gig.” He reaches out a hand to thumb at your cheek. “Is that ok?”

You roll your eyes and remove his hand.

“Jesus, Mary. I think I’ll survive.”

He grasps your jaw.

“You could miss me a little.”

You slide off the tub onto your knees and clutch at his leg.

“OH MY GOD, MARY. DON’T LEAVE ME.”

“Ok. All right.”

You nuzzle into his shapely thigh.

“What will I ever do without you?!”

“Ok, enough.”

Your press your face into him.

“How will I ever survive this separation?”

He starts to shake his leg to try and dislodge you.

“You think you’re funny, but you’re really not.”

You clutch harder.

“I’M NOT FUNNY I’M HEARTBROKEN AT THE LOSS OF MY BELOVED.”

“I will twist your nipples. Try me.”

“Maaaarrrryyyy …”

He suddenly bends over—hands aiming for your tits—and you jerk away shrieking, “Fucking don’t!”

He’s making clamping motions with his thumbs and forefingers as he continues to lunge at you.

“I will murder your face!” you scream as you scramble away from him.

Mary just grins wickedly at you. You escape into the shower, and he follows, crowding into you and giving you a few hard pinches on your bottom. Even as you slap at him, he clutches you to his wet chest and rubs himself over your tits.

“Let me soap these up and I’ll show you round 2 of what you’ll miss.”

You blink up at him as the shower spray coats both your lashes in a mist of droplets, and you run your hands down his back to grab at his bubble butt.

“I don’t want to miss you.”

Mary is silent for a while.

“It’s ok if you do. I won’t tell anyone.”

You squeeze his ass.

“Fine then. It’s possible I might miss your stupid face.”

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misha-moose-dean-burger-lover · 6 years ago

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A Study In Eye-fucking

PROMPT:

So I have this hc that when dean and cas are doing their whole staring-at-each-other-for-far-too-long thing, that cas is actually communicating with dean telepathically. He only does this with dean, and dean secretly likes that it’s their own special thing so doesn’t tell Sam. But when everyone else thinks they’re having eye-sex, they’re actually having their own private conversations. Feel free to write about this or not-no pressure either way❤️

HI, and first of all, I absolutely loved @xcaitlin-mayx 's headcannon, and was completely swept off my feet thinking of what direction I wanted to take ~ but then, uh, Life approached and I was thrown off my track. So, uh, I’m truly sorry for the really late answer ~ but I finally wrote something, and I really hope this is kind of what you had in mind, friend!

Edit: Posting this fic was a real task, because this is the third try, and it's finally ready. I'm sorry for the delay. And we need to thank the asker and @zoerayne2426 for their help in getting it here, after I lost it yesternight! Fic starts here:

***

Dean Winchester was pretty goddamn sure that he, Sam and Cas together were the best damn hunters in the World.

But not every hunt defines you as a hunter. Some days, you take out an entire coven of witches within a couple of days, or hunt down a century-old god, who had recently taken to being a dick.

Other days, a single vampire nest could take a long and tiring week, and you could still end up handcuffed to rusted barrels in an abandoned barn with your angel, trying to stall them from drinking you dead until your brother could figure out where the both of you were kidnapped to, and save the day.

“We aren’t giving Dean Winchester up in exchange for you, blue-eyes.” The apparent leader tossed her head, her attention completely taken by Cas. “Everybody knows you can’t sucking off an angel isn’t fun, right, gorgeous?” She added, in Dean’s general direction, making him want to knock her out even more than he already did.

If she wanted to make an innuendo, she didn’t even do that right.

“But that way, you’d at least have one of us.” Castiel reasoned, but Dean recognized his voice as insincere. At least he hoped. The plan was to waste time. Not give themselves over to dumb, evil bitches.

“What do you mean, right now, we have both of you?” She threw back.

“Not for long.” Dean spat, from his position on the ground. His hands were tied behind him, and he was unable to look up straight without the shooting pain at the back of his neck.

“If this is about Winchester XL, lemme just say, that he’s not coming to save you anytime soon.” She smirked.

Dean saw red, instantly. “Listen here, you -”

“Come on, Ken, you stay here with these two. I’m going to go take a look at the others,” She commanded, and the guy walked over in Cas’s general region, the proximity uncomfortable, as he waited wordlessly with his eyes on Dean, and his hand on the iron pole to which Castiel was tied - they had angel cuffs tying his wrists to chains and their bulkiest vampire assigned to the task, while Dean had been simply punched until he was rendered the equivalent of a sack of swearing potatoes and cuffed on the stone cold floor. It wasn’t exactly fair.

Moreover, the new guy didn’t look like he’d take any of their shit if they tried to negotiate him into a get-out-of-jail-alive card, and who was content enough to be a breathing stone pillar as he was told to be.

Oh, curse God for villains who didn’t monologue or had ambitions.

Listen!

A voice suddenly hissed at him, though he couldn’t hear it, and he raised his head harshly enough to get whiplash. He let it fall once more.

What was Dean’s conscience trying to tell him, right now? (Don't get caught by demons the next time, or you end up with a helluva crick in your neck?)

Dean!

The voice in Dean’s head usually used less flattering curse words for him. It didn’t call him Dean.

We can get out of here! Dean! Can you hear me?

Wait a fucking minute, this sounded like Cas.

And not in the my-family-is-my-voice-of-reason sense. Not even in the angel-on-my-shoulder sense.

Dean could, honest to god, hear Castiel’s voice in his head. It was not quite Jimmy’s voice though, it was all in all Cas! How Dean could tell them apart, he had no speck of an idea.

But - how?

You can hear me, can’t you?

Dean painstakingly raised his head to meet the angel’s eyes. Ken, or whatever his name was, wasn’t looking at Dean anymore, he was looking at Cas. Cas, on the other hand, had his eyes focused on Dean for sure.

Dean nodded, in response to the question from before.

Is it really you? He thought real hard, and saw Cas wince a little bit.

You don’t need to shout! We’ve already established that the connection is stable. And of course, it IS me.

Dean could feel his head whirring towards a more paranoid headache.

What connection, what the fuck is even happening? How are you doing this? He breathed.

Cas gave him a glare, that looked awfully like, that’s not a priority, though Dean didn’t hear it ring through his brain.

Dean. Listen to me. When these vampires were disarming me, I made sure to push my angel blade away. It’s got to be somewhere near you. You need to get it.

Dean instantly began to fumble around, clumsily. The vamp in the room turned sharply to him.

“Just an itch.” Dean excused, before going very still. This time, his eyes didn’t leave Dean. He still held onto Castiel’s iron chains.

Dean looked down at himself, to avoid eye contact. Are you sure it’s somewhere behind me?

There was no response.

No voices at all.

Dean looked up again, and suddenly Cas’s voice came in again. You need to keep looking into my eyes.

An involuntary heat rushed up Dean’s throat. He suddenly paid an extraordinary amount of attention to the blue, blue eyes of his friend. Castiel went on. I’m not an archangel, only they can communicate without it.

Dean swallowed, and forced a smile at the big lug who still glared at Dean, before he met Castiel’s eyes again. He was careful to not be expressive. Cas had it easy, he rarely looked like he meant something he said, or thought. He repeated himself. Are you sure it’s behind me?

No. Followed by a distinct, But you need to look. It's our only chance.

Dean almost nodded but remembered that the vampire still had his eyes on him, so stressed out an Okay.

Don’t scream your affirmations in my head, please. Castiel deadpanned, even his voice adorning a very Cas-like tone. Dean felt the twitch of a smile.

He began to look, much more subtle this time.

I’ve got it. He thought softly, before realizing he didn’t need to whisper in this - whatever the hell this kind of communication network was.

Use it.

Castiel didn’t even have to think it at him, his eyes did the job. A single touch of the blade to the ropes had them loosening. Hopefully not melting, though, but Dean couldn’t turn his head to see. Angel blades were apparently multi-utility tools.

Once the ropes were severed, it was Dean Winchester’s turn to shine. Ken got an elbow in the face, and a kick in the shin before Dean began to cut off Castiel’s chains, and when Ken showed up again and had Dean in a surprise headlock - what an ideal villain - Dean stabbed him with the blade, and deftly cut his throat off.

The tale of how the hunter and his angel, freshly freed and armed, got from there to the motel room, was one which has been told several times.

***

Sam was very much asleep when Dean and Castiel had time to talk, Castiel had healed him but he had bled out a lot, and Dean’s insistence that he take some rest, had resulted in sam beginning to use his laptop whilst on his bed - and soon slumping off to sleep, with it’s screen still lit.

Dean later shut down the computer, while Castiel pulled the sheets over his legs.

Being a hunter had very few perks, but it had several drawbacks, such as having to go out of the small room to have a serious conversation - lest you risk waking up your brother who, as all hunters, was prone to light sleep.

Dean almost pulled Castiel outside, and deciding that talking outside the door would be ridiculous, so they walked all the way outside the motel. Dean leaned against the impala, and Castiel stood straight and watched him.

At the moment, it had been easy enough to get over the realization, that he and castiel were communicating through thoughts. There was pain, and there was danger - and there was the factor of time.

Now under the starlit sky, it was just Dean and Cas, and like hell, there weren’t questions.

“Okay,” he breathed out. “What the hell was that, back in the barn? With the-” His eyes were wide with shock, when he met Castiel’s again. “With the goddamn mind reading, Cas!”

“I..” Castiel didn’t sound as sure as Dean would’ve assumed he was going to. “I just tried something. And it worked.”

“What did you try?” Dean pursed his lips.

“To see if I could tell you something,” Castiel was still uncertain how he would explain something like this to Dean. “Without saying it aloud.”

“Yeah, well, your dick-ish brothers and sisters have gotten into my head often enough,” Dean snapped. “This was different. I was in control too! I could send things back that route through!”

“I agree,” Cas nodded. “It was like a telepathic connection.”

“I’m not.. Psychic or whatever, Cas! I can’t do this shit, eye contact or not!” Dean recalled.

“Dean.” Castiel sounded more firm. “It was a moment of distress. Those vampires would’ve turned you, and found the blade soon enough to kill me too. And I felt like - there was something I could do.”

“Just like that?” Dean was quieter.

“It was like a string, within reachable distance, and I strained my grace to get to it. And I could pull it. So I did, and..and you picked it up then, by looking into my eyes.” It was as if Castiel was explaining it to himself too, not just to Dean.

“I don’t know how I ‘picked’ anything up.” Dean wondered aloud. Helpless. “I don’t it know how it worked, at all-”

“Dean” Castiel suddenly walked towards him. There was only a foot of distance between their chests, and Castiel blinked clearly at him. “Look at me.”

Dean hesitantly raised his eyes from the ground, and felt them flicker all over Cas’s features. He was embarrassed, because Cas may be dense in general, but anyone would understand if a dude’s eyes kept flitting back to your lips, right? Rigidly, Dean made himself focus on Cas’s eyes. They were ocean blue in the sun, but tinted with the grey of the late evening right now. It was certainly not the first time Dean noticed the angel’s eyes. “I am.”

“Would you… could you really look into my eyes?” Castiel asked, he sounded so sincere, that Dean didn’t have it in himself to make a lewd joke.

He simply obeyed, letting himself drown in the black pupils, not letting his sight wander past the beautiful hues of the iris, or-

Dean!

Dean blinked suddenly, and Castiel clasped his bicep with his right hand, to make him focus. His eyes sought all of Dean's attention.

Dean?

So now, this is apparently a thing. Dean thought, and somehow it was enough. We’re telepathy buddies, who think into each other’s heads.

For a long moment, Cas simply looked into his eyes. But Dean didn’t hear anything from him. There was a pleasant silence of all of Cas’s attention on him.

It was when Dean began to wonder if the connection had broke, or if Dean was suddenly incapable of hearing Cas’s thoughts anymore, that a small, mellow voice he hardly recognized as Cas came floating through the front of his brain.

It was unsure, and almost a little timid. Maybe even sad. It wasn't what Dean expected.

Is this so bad?

Of course it wasn’t, who was he kidding? But Cas’s face had crumbled into an apologetic look, though his eyes stayed focused on Dean’s- and Dean understood that not everything he thought was audible to Cas. It was - it was perfectly under his control too!

However, that meant that Cas believed that Dean hated this- except the truth was far from it. It was unbelievable, yes; but this was Cas. It wasn’t - it couldn’t be… bad. Dean suddenly wondered how much of his thoughts were audible to Cas, not quite having a good hold on it yet.

I never said that. Dean swallowed, as if testing waters. It’s weird, not gonna lie, but it isn't exhausting, and it could be helpful. And okay, maybe it could be fun-ishh too.

Castiel smiled a bit, and his eyes suddenly seemed to light up literally, and a wave floated through the ‘string’ apparently, uplifting Dean’s spirits too. He smiled too, realizing that he’d never seen Cas smile, this real and beautiful, up close.

And then he suddenly stopped smiling, realizing that he’d never seen Cas smile, this real and beautiful, this up close, and that had just made him smile.

Whoa, Winchester - bring it down a notch. He looked away, almost on instinct, a heat crawling up his neck.

“This is gonna need some getting used to,” Dean declared, putting his own hand on Castiel’s shoulder - because apparently two grown men staring deeply into each other’s eyes in the parking lot of a cheap motel, wasn’t inappropriate enough to be considered gay, with only one of them touching the other.

(If someone were doing a commentary on Dean’s life, they’d need to pepper in the fact of how the oldest Winchester was truly prone to being a helping hand to bring about situations which embarrassed him infinitely, in the confines of his own head, later.)

Dean pulled off his hand, almost that very next moment, and turned away from him, towards Baby. Thinking. There was so much to think about.

“Can I tell you something?” Castiel spoke up, his voice ever so thoughtful. “This is not… the first time I saw this. Angels can do it, angels who were raised together, who have fought together. Archangels find it simple. But seraphs like us?” He sighed. “Uriel had recently discovered we were able to do it, just a few decades back, but we tried it rarely, and now he..”

“I’m sorry, Cas,” Dean meant it, and he bit his lip. “But, what about me? I wasn’t - I’m not him, and I wasn’t raised with you, angel.” It didn’t strike him that he’d just called Castiel angel until sufficiently later, half-asleep in bed and replaying the conversation, and it was a miracle that he didn’t panic out of sight when it happened.

“I’ve never seen this before,” Castiel spoke, after a pause. “But there were stories. Of humans being able to do this, rarely. Very rarely.”

“What did I do -?” Dean stopped, not saying ‘wrong’, because Cas would probably not understand he meant it as a joke. And not saying ‘right’ either, because that wasn’t something he’s say out loud.

“It wasn’t something you did. I do not know why it happened for you and me, Dean. But,” Castiel stared at him keenly. Dean looked back at his eyes, and once again, he could feel them relapsing into their own bubble, where words didn’t need to be uttered to be understood. It was kind of fascinating.

Castiel paused, as if testing the string again, or maybe just wondering how to say it. When he finally does, his voice trembles a bit. And he’s searching in Dean’s eyes, some sort of reassurance; involuntarily.

I have heard it happens for those who are bonded.

Dean was suddenly grateful that Cas didn’t say that out loud, because Dean would have been absolutely incapable of responding with anything at all. But since this was just between them, there were only traces of a boundary, yet no intrusion- Dean felt the courage to think distinctly.

Then maybe you do know why it happened for us.

That's why, when Cas throws the 'profound bond' line at Sam, Dean instantly panicked. Castiel met his eyes, sending a, What's the matter?

Dean could only scoff his denial out loud, and glare a Not in front of my brother, jackass, into Castiel's irritatingly blue eyes.

In his defense, Dean doesn’t know how long Sam has been noticing it. But it’s got to be in the middle of a fight that he calls them out on it. It’s the middle of the goddamn showdown of the hunt. It’s the Winchesters and Castiel against dozens of demons; the angel whirred around, killing plenty, with expertise and his bright blade; Sam was exorcising loudly, from memory, as he fought off more demons using Ruby’s knife, and Dean shot at all the monsters in between.

When Dean gets a spare second - the Winchesters look like they’ve almost already won, and most demons are fighting to lose now - he whips his head in Cas’s direction. The latter is always majestic when he’s in his element, a glorious warrior.

Dean watches Cas flung a demon over, and pin him to the ground with a flourish, extracting a dying gasp as Castiel lands next to him with a palm on his sternum, displaying strength that should’ve been impossible; and Dean gapes. As if on cue, Castiel turns to face him, and there’s a triumphant spark in his eyes, and a smirk dangling tangent from the corner of his lips. It’s an absolute scene to die for, and he doesn’t look past Dean.

Dean. Castiel suddenly speaks, directly into Dean’s nerves.

That was so cool! You flipped him midair, it was something else, dude! Whoa! Dean lets out, in a hurry.

Castiel’s eyes don’t leave Dean’s, but they crinkle into a smile. You have blood in your hair.

I could do with a compliment too, but sure, worry more about my hair, why don’t you? Dean runs a hand violently through his hair, to get it off.

You’re an excellent fighter, and you know it. The fact that there was dry blood in your hair was something that you didn’t know, so I mentioned it. Castiel almost teased, and it stunned Dean how natural it felt suddenly. To have the voice of an angel echoing through his head, delivering lines in a deadpan. All while he got to stare into those fantastic baby blues, which starred in more dreams than Dean appreciated.

Come to think of it, Dean had no idea what he looked like, right now. Frozen in the middle of a fight scene, with eyes locked with Castiel’s, and no will to look away. His jaw basically hung, rapt in attention.

Don’t be that way. Dean sent back. Listen. Will you stay after the hunt tonight, Cas?

Do you need me to? Instantly resonated.

Once again, Dean surprised himself. But he was also beginning to realize that he could be both spontaneous and brave, when it came to saying the stuff he wanted to, when they communicated this way. Dean proposed, swiftly.

Nah, I was just thinking. If you were living with us tonight, we could make plans, you know - maybe a movie, some classic, of course; or maybe burgers and -

DEAN! Turn around, and SHOOT! HE’S BEHIND YOU!

Dean spun around as fast as he could, following thoughtlessly and firing away. His thoughts returned to him slower, still stuck on the way Cas’s eyes widened with sheer worry, when they saw Dean was in danger. Before he could think ahead, the body of an armed demon dropped at his feet, with a bullet in his head.

Castiel had sounded terrified for his sake, eyes suddenly wide and his booming baritone piercing through Dean’s bodily systems to make his muscles move just right. Never had Castiel’s voice overpowered all of his senses again - not once, after that one time in the abandoned shack, after the former raised him from hell.

”…Dean!“ Came Sam’s voice, trailing closer, and it was as if he’d been yelling for long - though Dean could only hear it now. "Are you okay!?”

“Yeah,” Dean touched the corpse with his boot. “Just peachy.” Their surroundings were silent, and all the demons had been killed. Sam ran towards him, frantic, and stopped as he began to yell, harshly clutching his brother’s shoulder, to get himself back together.

“You - you idiot! Both of you! Well, if you hadn’t been staring at each other’s mugs,” He declared, turning his head to include Castiel in his reprimand. “You’d have seen the demon coming sooner!”

Dean swallowed, suddenly overcome with the realization of what it looked like, each time they did it. Fuck. He hadn’t been thinking.

Sam wasn’t done yet. He’d been keeping it in for too long. “What is up with you, Dean!? I would think you got enough of looking at each other from what you keep doing, all frigging day!” It was as if Sam had taken the panic he felt at seeing his brother almost killed, and combined it with the frustration piling since almost a fortnight now into a mound of anger, that he shoved in their faces. “I mean - it doesn’t matter to me, you do you and be happy being yourself - but at least put the pining away when you’re in the middle of a fight!”

“It’s not pining, what the fuck do you mean?” Dean objected indignantly. “It is -” And he suddenly stopped mid-sentence. He looked at Castiel, but the angel was looking at the ground, almost as if he believed he was responsible for Dean’s almost-murder - while clearly he was the reason Dean was still alive!

Dean commenced on a trail of thoughts himself.

Didn’t Sam know at all? Well, should he? Did he really need to?

Okay, if he thought about it, probably not.

It wasn’t about this being a Dean-and-Cas thing. No. It wasn’t about that at all, that’d be ridiculous. It was plain and simple about keeping Sam from being a smartass about it, for forever later.

So that settled it.

Sam didn't need to know.

Were you telling me something? Castiel suddenly popped up in his head, sounding grave.

I was trying to think something at you, but never mind, Dean got swept up in the feeling of replying to the angel through his thoughts, feeling himself put every emotion through a channel to get to him, to remember that Sam was still right there -

“Oh, there you go again!” Sam whined, before beginning to storm away. “Don’t try to stop me from driving away in your car, Dean! You can just keep staring,” He snarked. “And try to get it out of your system before you return to the motel!”

Castiel walked to Dean, slowly, once Sam had left, leaving his rant in the middle. “Your brother -” He began.

“Obviously you don’t do this with him, because he has no idea,” Dean remarked, if he didn’t already know.

“It isn’t intentional.” Castiel defended.

Dean nodded. He walked a few steps on the path where his brother had marched off, seconds before. He knew Sammy - and knew that that was just an outburst for no reason but venting the sudden adrenaline, and he was just being the regular prissy cares-for-Dean’s-life bitch, he’s always been trying to be. It didn’t bother him as much as it would’ve, if Sam knew about the ‘bond’; especially what Dean thought of it as, inwardly.

Castiel blinked, bringing him back to the present. “But, Dean? What does Sam think, then? What do we do, when we look at each other’s eyes?”

“…uh, just look, I- I guess.” Dean stammered, fidgety. “It’s not a big deal, c'mon, let’s get back to Baby before the kid actually leaves. And hey, uh, about the heads-up about the demon, back then? I didn’t get ganked totally because of you, so - thanks.” Castiel looked at him like he didn’t make sense, which was pretty unfair, because he totally did, right? He was being extremely clear about all of this. Was dealing with all his new feelings like a pro.

He’d obviously been giving off the vibe, that meant that Dean was completely over the freak out phase associated with the fact that what their telepathic crap meant was that they were ‘bonded’ - or whatever, who cares - and was only attached to what that meant for him ~ that Cas could hear Dean’s thoughts and he had a choice to not let him, but he did let him, so that was supposed to mean something - and he saved Dean’s life almost periodically at this point, so that was another perk of having him around, except for the fact that he got to look into his eyes - and Dean was going to keep this entire complicated thing from his brother, as if it were his overdue gay panic, to be later referred to as a mid-life (sexuality) crisis.

Okay. Maybe it was the opposite of out in the open.

But perhaps Dean could ask Cas to look into his eyes, and go over these (that were so hard to actually say out loud) again, because yeah, that was a thing that they did now.

Dean Winchester had a weird life, and he was extremely happy to be living it right now, as Cas blinked at him and said, “Of course, Dean, always,” in response to the thanking, and followed him out of the room where they’d just killed an entire troop of demons and saved the state of Kansas, and as Dean plotted to push Sam right of the driver’s seat, and mentally made a note to start paying more attention to the setting before he starts staring at Cas. Apparently.

~~~

And that’s it! I know it’s an abrupt-ish end. but will you be fine if I post editions of this, separately? There’s an angsty one, with mentions of Purgatory, Naomi and Steve - and there’s probably also a crack one, with shipper!Sam, shipper!Charlie and shipper!Kevin, and some breakfast Destiel. Anyways, I really hope you enjoyed this fic, and am so glad you sent me that headcannon, Caitlin!

Here’s my taglist for Destiel, and though this is pretty general, I guess it counts: @all-or-nothing-baby @petrichoravellichor @adventurous-blob @awkward-penguin-in-a-trenchcoat @legendary-destiel @ladywaywarddsc @styggtroll @moderatelypanickedbisexual @trenchcoatsandfreckles @noemithenephilim @naitia @ctrl-alt-destiel @a-mess-of-many-fandoms and @3dg310rdsupreme, uwu, Special Mention: @zoerayne2426

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for-bucks-sake · 6 years ago

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Missing Is a Recurring Theme

Pairing: Stucky x Reader, mostly Steve x Reader (bc bucky is, ya know) Word Count: Nearly 4K?? Maybe something around the 3,700. Warning: Angst, ENDGAME SPOILERS, short smut, and more angst. A whole bunch of crying too. Guilt (I guess), Unhealthy coping mechanism, some smoking, bad writing. Summary: It’s been very long five years, and some people move on. But not them. A/N: This is...the first thing I post here, in this platform. It was my way of coping with the ending, and I thought maybe others could find the consolation helpful. I am genuinely scared shitless. Pls don’t hate it.

People don’t buy books anymore.

The thought crossed her mind as she moved her finger over the ragged page, bringing it to her lips. People haven’t been buying books for years now, but her grandma always made it work. She didn’t.

The pleasant door bell made a single soft chime as an announcement; y/n shot her head up, placing her book on the counter, a big smile stretched her features- welcoming the third costumer of the day.

“Oh, it’s you.” A man entered as her smile fell from her lips, not completely - just enough for it to not look fake. She glanced quickly at the lilac clock placed near the door, knowing what his arrival meant, “I didn’t notice the time.” She said sincerely when she realized how late it was. The blond man only smiled softly and nodded, walking forward and reaching his hand for her to take.

“Hey.” Steve whispered, as if they weren’t the only ones in the small book store.

Soft afternoon light was casted through the tall window; yellow glow illuminating the side of Steve’s face, resembling the painting of an artist experimenting with plays of light and shadow. Y/n held his hand, caressing it with her thumb, “hey.”

Her eyes bore into their joint hands, avoiding Steve’s eyes. She remembers a time she thought she will never want to stop looking at them.

“I’m sorry, I’m a bit out of it today, just give me a few minutes to-“ y/n stood up from her chair, pushing it backwards, releasing her hand from his in the process.

“Wait a second.” Steve called after her, “doll.”

The small woman continued moving despite his pleads. Steve sighed, straightening his back and catching up with her in two graceful motions. He reached for her hand again, knowing she will never reject it, and forcing her to turn around. Her eyes were glossy, if not for the red around them Steve could easily mistake them for glass. The thought scared him.

“Hey, hey, sweetheart.” A new crease appeared on his forehead as he furrowed his eyebrows, taking his lover’s chin in his free hand, caressing her cheek as she did for him just a minute ago, “what’s wrong?”

Her gaze fell to the ground again, still struggling to meet his eyes as he tilted up her jaw, forcing her to look at him, “What’s wrong?” He repeated, knowing the answer already.

“I don’t, I don’t know. Nothing.” Staring into his ocean eyes taught her even attempting to lie is hopeless; “nothing, really. It’s just, it was a very slow day today. Less and less people come in everyday. I’d hate to think that one day I might…” y/n didn’t have to complete her sentence- Steve was already aware that she might have to close at some point. Others, less determined, would’ve closed months ago, but not her. Steve was also aware it wasn’t the only thing clouding her day, instead of asking further he let her sob for a little while in his arms.

“Where does that go?” Steve asked, pointing at the mop he just finished using,

“You can just put it somewhere in the back, it doesn’t really matter.” Y/n said, distracted by the whereabouts of a certain book. Most of the time they were neatly organized, today was no different, but y/n insisted on triple checking every category and every shelf.

She tried to straighten a particularly askew biography on the top rack, unsuccessfully. Before she could even reach the small stool she kept around, two strong arms were wrapped around her, and the man they belong to effortlessly fixed the hardback with his left hand.

“Thanks.” she said, allowing herself to melt in his arms as she felt him breathing in her ear, “Let’s go home.”

On the way home they stopped for pizza. Steve wasn’t a big fan of the place, the dough was always too thick, or the sauce was too sweet - but Bucky loved it. Usually, eating there was bound with painful memories of endless smile tinted arguments, protecting his favorite pizza with fierceness that would bring anyone who has ever loved anything to shame. Today, they already remembered.

“We were just ‘bout to close,” the bearded man with the thick New York accent said behind the counter, spotting y/n the second she came inside. Familiar scents filled her nose, the fluorescents reminded her of the light that would dance in Bucky’s eyes every time they gave in and let him choose. They should’ve done it more often.

Not returning to the car, she set silently, hands between her thighs. Patiently waiting until she got her order of an XL pizza, no toppings. She smiled weakly at the grey man. He smiled back. And something behind it told her he recognized her.

She said her thank yous and goodbyes and exited the place, walking back to the car quickly. Steve greeted her with a sad smiled, starting the engine. As they drove farther from the pizzeria, y/n remembered not seeing any of his sons at the back. Maybe he did recognize her.

They ate in silence, noticeably tearing up with every bite. It was ridiculous, laughable even, how they were seconds away from crying over pizza, each trying to stay brave for the sake of the other. They didn’t do as good as they thought.

Steve was the one to break down first. “I fucking hate this pizza.” He said with tears streaming down his face,

“It’s probably because your tears are all over it,” y/n sniffled, somehow laughing and crying at the same time,

“No, it’s just terrible.”

They both dropped their slices back to the green cardboard, feeling the subtle shift in the air. Steve locked eyes with y/n, and this time she looked back. The void between them seemed smaller, suddenly, they seemed closer; and just like that, he picked her up.

Her mouth was on his, wetting his lower lip with her tongue and biting it in a practiced motion, drawing a deep groan from down Steve’s throat. His nails scratched the back of her thighs, deepening the kiss and pressing his warm tongue against hers, as her hands found their way to his hair, tugging, maybe just for the sake of having something to hold on to. Steve glided his fingers up her back, ripping her shirt off with his free hand, the sound of the buttons hitting the floor getting lost in the sound of their teeth clashing. The heat raised to her cheeks and soon her body was on fire, moaning in desperation, blindly trying to get rid of his t-shirt. The next time she opened her eyes they were in the bedroom, dropping to the bed together and taking off their jeans, frustrated with time.

“Fuck.” She muttered, crawling all the way to Steve’s throbbing cock. He was a sight, for sure; Pumping himself, big and perfect. One, thick vain was decorating him, stoney and hard to the touch.

“Steve,” She whimpered, needy for him like she hasn’t been in a long time. He bit his lips, finding pleasure in the sound of his name on hers.

“It’s okay doll, I've got you.” He rasped, swallowing the gulp in his throat, and clutching onto her bare waist to position her above him.

“Please.” She was still crying, Steve then realized, he was still crying too. He lowered her on his cock, inch by inch. Her head was thrown back and she gasped, trembling, nothing stands between her and falling down except Steve’s strong arms, cradling her on his lap.

Steve kissed her warm shoulder, filling her completely. His mouth stayed on her bare skin, inhaling her through his senses and gaining composer. It’s been a while.

Slowly, he pulled himself out, fixing his gaze on her. Her face had a shine to it, tinted pink and wet. She was beautiful. With that thought he slammed into her, watching the pleasure twisting her features and her mouth taking the shape of an o.

A cry escaped her lips when he thrusted his hips again, head dropping to his shoulder, kissing the sweat off his neck and finding comfort in the warmth found in his skin.

Between pulling and scratching and pounding, they found their rhythm; riding each other painfully slow to the promised noise of their sexes connecting. Y/n moaned into Steve’s shoulder, even muffled he could tell she was close. His rapid movements inside her told her he was just as desperate.

“Steve, Steve, I’m coming.” Her wet cheeks buried themselves deeper into the crock of his neck and her breasts crushed against his chest one more time. She arched into him, her nails leaving half moons on Steve’s smooth skin as he fucked through her orgasm ,making her scream with pleasure and her walls to clench around him. He came inside her, panting, releasing hot shots into her warmth until he collapsed next to her with one last groan.

Steve rolled to his side, moving a strand of hair from her sweaty forehead and slowly stroking her left cheek.Y/n closed her eyes and melted into the touch, nuzzling the side of her face to his palm.

“We missed it.” She said suddenly, angelic face stained with a painful expression,

“I know.” He whispered softly, glancing at his watch. It was twenty one minutes past midnight. Five years and twenty one minutes since the day half of the planet disappeared. Five years and twenty one minutes since the day Bucky disappeared.

“I miss him.” Tears threatened to appear again, “I miss him so much.”

Steve nodded, biting the inside of his mouth, offering consolation in his arms where he lacks with words.

“I miss him too.” He said to the darkness. She held him impossibly tighter.

“If you’re going to lecture me, save it.” Y/n exhaled the smoke, bringing her knees to her chest and covering them with the worn material of her large henley. She looked away from him, taking another drag of the cigarette.

Today was the anniversary of Thanos’ snap, and New York seemed darker than usual. It’s been half a decade, and the burden of the people that turned to dust still heaved at its full force as if it happened yesterday.

It’s not something you get over. Not something you move on from. She remembered telling Steve when they marked the first year of the snap. They still had each other, and some people weren’t so lucky, they knew; but the pain Bucky left in his absence was unbearable. Almost like he took a part of them with him.

Steve locked long fingers around her wrist, taking the white stick out of her hand. To her surprised he didn’t throw it, he brought it to his mouth and inhaled, visibly relaxing. “It’s a very old habit.” He explained, the faintest smile appearing on his lips to y/n confused face, “back in the forties, they said smokin’ could help with my asthma.” He paused to take another hit and y/n snored, watching the twirling vapor blending with the grey sky, “Yeah, imagine my reaction when I found out. Doctors back then sure weren’t the brightest.” His chuckle dripped bitterness, eyes carrying large bags, “I stopped after they pulled me from the ice, but…I don’t know, today is…today is the first time I actually miss it.” He thought for a second, considering his next words, “and I don’t really have an asthma to worry about anymore, right?”

Y/n understood that, it somehow eased the crippling stress and the knots in her stomach, and even for the slightest relief she was willing to let her tendency for self destruction to kick in. She was brutally reminded of that when images of the three of them squeezing together in the the small balcony were everywhere, infiltrating her memory, taking over; limbs tangled with limbs tangled with gentle gestures and hushed tones. Velvet touch and diamond stars and honey dripping smiles. Then, she felt the space fit them perfectly- now, she realized, it was suffocating.

Y/n watched Steve looking at the nearly burned out butt, and then placing his gaze back at the street; she never understood how he could sit for hours at a time, just observing people- noticing them. The warmth hit her harder than she thought, out of nowhere. Unprecedented affection so strong, coated with longing and teeth breaking sweetness, fully recognizing how deeply she loves Steve. The warmness was soon replaced by a cold shower of guilt and regret, washing her thoroughly. All these years she was so angry, too angry to care that he blamed himself enough for the two of them. For the whole world.

Y/n picked up his large hand and held it with both of hers, fiddling with the fingers. “I’m sorry.” She said, gaze fixated on their conjoint hands still, picking at his calloused palm.

Steve was caught by surprise, dropping the last of the cigarette to the ground, right near his bare foot, “what for?”

It was hard, speaking words that she knows are too little, too late. Words that should’ve been said the second he got home, still in his gear, kneeling on the cold bathroom floor and emptying his stomach for hours. Or the day after, eyes so red that the blue was long forgotten, unable to speak or even look at anything but the floor. Or even some day, any day, in the consecutive five years. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry for blaming you. I don’t blame you.”

She could feel his eyes, so intense they could burn holes in her skin, “you did.” He whispered, vulnerable as an open wound; Y/n breath caught in her throat, pressuring her chest and shrinking her lungs. He sounded so small, hurt, she had to look up, making sure it was still her Steve.

“I don’t.” She closed the distance between them, heart squeezing violently in her ribcage. Kissing everywhere in his face she could reach; eyelids and nose and wet cheeks and jaw and eyebrows and lips, “not anymore.”

“I’m going to bring him back.”

Y/n was worried. For weeks now Steve has been going to the Avengers compound, sneaking out in every chance he got, sometimes not coming home at all. Quick phone calls and words never above a whisper, pondering looks into the distance and full nights spent with his eyes completely open. Something was going on. And y/n wasn’t stupid, nothing was as important as bringing the lost back. She doubted anything will ever be as important. Yet, Steve refused to address the subject, restraining himself from giving her false hope; until one day, the hope didn’t seem so false anymore.

“I’m going to bring him back. I’m going to bring everybody back.”

Steve told her about the missions, about the stones, about time travel, about Natasha.

They laughed, they cried, and she couldn’t even bring herself to be mad at him for not telling her. Nothing else was important anymore, they would be together again.

“I want to be there.” She said, smile finally reaching her eyes, “I want to be there when you bring them back.”

“Absolutely not.” His face shifted, the curve of his mouth suddenly flattened, serious as a heart attack, “you will stay here, at home. I don’t want you anywhere near the compound. Understood?” They don’t know what’s going to happen once they snap their fingers, and he can’t take any risks. He can’t lose any more people…especially not her.

“I need to see him. Steve. Please.” She pleaded,

“Promise me you will not leave home. Promise me you’ll stay safe.”

“But, Steve-“

“Promise me.”

“I, I promise”

He nodded, finally allowing his features to soften. Face becoming giddy with excitement again. “C’mere” Steve gestured softly to his lap, spreading his thighs.

Y/N licked her lips and pouted, climbing on her lover’s lap regardless of how much she wanted to punch him.

“We’re going to get him back.” He muttered, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, attaching his lips to her forehead, “we’re going to get Bucky back.”

“Avengers…” For the first time Steve was terrified of dying. He wasn’t just afraid to lose, he was scared. Scared for his life.

He couldn’t see Bucky, and he had to fight the urge to search for his between the men and the women wearing Vibranium gear so he could fight for real - but he knew he was there. He felt it his bones, in his heart.

He thought about y/n, waiting in their shared home, probably dying to come in here, to finally see Bucky. But she promised she won't come, and Steve knew she would keep it.

Thanos’ army gathered in front of them, lines on lines of aliens and creatures he’s never seen before, and some he has. But he had help - Heroes from all across the galaxy standing against the ultimate enemy; and he thanked god. Really thanked him that she wasn’t here. That he made the right call and didn’t answer to her pleads, didn’t bring her here.

And just like that, he knew they would win. A broken shield in one hand, a magic hammer in the other, and a whole army of good people to his sides, he knew.

“Assemble!”

Steve watched Tony’s light die down in his chest and behind his eyes. They won. But at what cost?

Pepper and the kid sat next to his body, braver than he has ever been, stronger than he could ever be. Tears fell down his face, chiseling down a clear path on his dirty cheeks, his heart completely shutters to to the sight of his friend’s closed eyes, knowing he could never see his future.

Tony didn’t deserve this. Out of all of them, he was the one who deserved his happy ending the most- but Steve knew his death was irreversible, permanent, and there was nothing he could do to change it.

A warm hand brushed over his, taking his palm into a strong grip that could only belong to one person. Steve ripped his gaze from Tony’s body achingly, straight into the blue eyes that were so different than his, eyes that he longed for, that he missed.

“Bucky.” One word said so quietly it was nearly just mouthing, “Bucky.”

Bucky dropped his gun to the ground with a soft thump, facing the man he loves the most and bringing his hand to his cheeks. Chilly metal hit skin, brushing over the tear stained face, “It’s been so long.” Steve cried, squeezing Bucky’s face between his bleeding hands, as if to make sure he’s really there, weapons long forgotten.

“It’s okay.” He said, beard gazing smooth skin, hugging his everything tightly, to let him know he will never let go, “everything will be okay.”

It was still dark when they went home, the sky closer to being bright than black.

Bucky helped Steve up, supporting his bandaged arm and his lower back, stealing sour kisses that tasted like dust and sweat and blood. He didn’t care.

“Where are your keys?” He asked Steve gently,

“I dunno.” Steve’s eyelids were threatening to shut, body and heart tired and aching.

Bucky hummed, closing his hand to a fist, an inch from the door, when it swung open; A small figure with bloodshot eyes was welcoming them, hair in a mess on her head, sporting the signs of tears that were so familiar by now.

“Darli-“ He couldn’t even finish the word, two arms forcing themselves around his waist. A desperate, wrecked cry came from his girl’s chest as it vibrated, something he had never heard before- Something so broken, so sad, so not like her, it was then he remembered they had to live without him for five years. Crying is a recurring theme today, he thought just as his eyes started to water, thinking about the pain he made the loves of his life go through.

Y/n captured Bucky’s lips with hers, tongues blindly discovering again, salt waters filling their mouths and dire attempts to hold breaths forever so they will never have to part.

All tears belonged to all of them, each one crying for different reasons, but all of them holding onto each other for the same ones.

“He flew right past his time stamp.” Green Bruce Banner scratched his head, baffled.

Bucky and y/n looked at each other, and then at Sam, all of them thinking about all the stupid things Steve Rogers could’ve done. Breath hitched, fear and worry clouding their eyes. The universe just brought them back together, it can’t possibly- Steve was back in less than a second, faster than a thought, and they exhaled loudly, letting out the breath all of them were holding.

“What?” He smile, amused, “I didn’t worry you, did I?”

“Punk.” Bucky growled, as Sam and Y/N rolled their eyes.

Steve stepped down the small stairs to the ground, leaving the Quantum Tunnel, hopefully for good. His arm held a brown leather package, all of them were momentarily confused. All of them except one.

Bucky stepped back, y/n blindly followed, motioning Sam to step forward.

“I’ve got something for you.” Steve seemed relaxed, confident. It calmed y/n, his face telling her everything is okay.

He reached to open the leather binding, it looked timely and just a little too familiar; everything made clear when a shiny new shield with a star in the middle was revealed. Sam swallowed, connecting the easy dots, hands lightly shaking,

“Try it on.”

It was lighter than he thought it would be, adjusting the straps to his arm, he tugged, glancing at Bucky for just a short second. Y/n smiled harder than she ever did, and from the look of the subtle nod and the way he held her impossibly closer to his chest, she had no doubt - Bucky knew.

“How does it feel?” Steve asked, genuinely,

“Like it somebody else’s.” Sam’s answer was honest, searching the distance for a sign. A single hawk crossed the sky, flying so high it almost seemed like it reached the pale, barely visible moon. Close enough, he thought, taking a deep breath, unconsciously tilting his chin up - next to her Bucky tittered, getting even more hysterical when she kneed him.

“Well, it’s not.” He reassured him.

“I’ll do my best.” Sam said finally, and with the lack of hesitation and uncertainty in his friend’s eyes, Steve was relieved. And for the first time in almost a century, he felt free.

“I know you will.” His smile just widened as his gaze settled behind them - two beautiful idiots trying to hit each other only using their elbows and knees, shoulders shaking and eyes watering; what once was a sign of their grief turned into the purest expression of happiness he has ever seen.

“Good luck.” He pulled Sam into a hug.

When they parted, Sam looked at them and then at Steve, raising one eyebrow, amusement painting his face a pleasant color.

“You too.”

And as he moved closer to the two people he loves the most, for the first time in almost a century, Steve was able to rest.

#avengers endgame spoilers #stucky x reader #bucky barns x reader #steve rogers x reader #avengers endgame #The Avengers #marvel #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #captain america #sam wilson #falcon #the winter soldier #stucky #tony stark #i write

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artificialqueens · 6 years ago

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Places Adore and Bianca Were Nearly Caught Having Sex (3/?) (Biadore) - Miss Alyssa Secret

Anon request from AQ - Roy goes into a lingerie store to buy thongs for Danny. Bonus he grabs a whip while at the counter for good measure.

All of the above with a Miss Alyssa twist ;)

A/N: Recognize the title? Anon, I finished writing this before seeing your airport request. Next time! -MAS

******** Victor’s Secret

The mall should be used as a torture device, Roy decided. The gaggles of teenagers (all genders, sexualities, and sizes) on their phones and generally causing mayhem were bad enough. Add to it people with what felt like dozens of misbehaving kids, and even his patience gave out.

It was incredibly tempting to go shop as Bianca if only to be able to yell, “Get the fuck outta the way!”. On second and third thought, getting into drag on a day off wasn’t terribly appealing, and if he did that there was no way he’d be able to get any actual shopping done at all.

Also? He wasn’t particularly interested in the legions of Drag Race fans knowing which socks he bought.

He kept a polite smile plastered on his face as he was jostled by the crowd, intent on getting out of there as fast as possible. There was gridlock on one of the pedestrian bridges, and he rolled his eyes. Roy was just about to attempt a detour when a very pink advertisement caught his eye.

Pivoting, he made his way into the store. His senses were immediately assaulted by the cloying smell of multiple perfumes in a small space and the music turned up to painful levels. He forged onwards, past the racks of overpriced negligees and robes. The corsets received a snort of professional disdain - the showy D-rings and ribbons would never hold up to actual wear, and most women he knew weren’t proportioned like anime characters.

At last, he reached a quieter area, ignoring the side eye he was getting from the teenage girls. Danny had an amazing ass, one he happily showcased with his collection of underwear. Roy considered and discarded the notion that he would consider receiving women’s lingerie an insult. His sometimes lover was secure enough in his self and sexuality that he’d probably be intrigued if presented with a bundle of lace and bows.

With that in mind, he surveyed the table whose sign proclaimed “6 for $32!”. He bought Bianca’s black panties online to avoid the hassle, and idly wondered if he ought to pick her up a couple of pairs.

The lacy boy shorts had some promise, as did the cheeky panties. Roy waited until a young couple moved out of the way (with the level of disinterest from the guy, he hoped she moved on to better prospects), and crouched to dig through the drawers of thongs. There were animal prints that Danny would likely love, and silky ones with tiny gold hearts. He held up a pair, trying to determine if it was the right size. Unfortunately, even the XLs probably didn’t have enough fabric left to contain a dick and balls, and he sighed in disappointment.

”Is there anything I can help you with, sir?”

Roy turned to find a black-clad twenty-something smiling cheerfully down at him.

“Oh, those are really cute!” She nodded at the panties he already held.

“Uhhh, thanks,” he muttered, thanking small mercies that she wasn’t a Drag Race fan.

”I’m sure she’ll love them,” she continued. “Any occasion you’re shopping for?”

If only she knew.

”Well, ummm, I just wanted to see if…”

Roy cringed internally, hoping he didn’t sound like a creepy straight guy.

”That’s totally fine. We have guys in here all the time shopping for their girlfriends.” She handed him a basket with a wink.

Telling her, “I’m trying to see if the thong would fit my drag queen unlabeled-but-important-relationship-person/lover,” probably wasn’t going to get her to go away any faster than lying.

“Errr, thank you. I think I’m just going to look at a few more…”

”Of course. My name’s Tina if you need any help.”

He breathed out a hefty sigh of relief, waited until she was busy with another customer, and put all of the panties he was holding back before making his escape.

********

As predicted, Danny was vastly amused when he described his adventure into Victoria’s Secret. He’d accompanied a few female friends in the past, but going solo was something else.

”You know,” Danny grinned and wiped a stray bit of cum off Roy’s lower lip, “I wouldn’t say no to going underwear shopping together.”

His attempt to answer was lost as Danny tugged him to his feet, pushed him onto the bed, and climbed on top. Roy forgot exactly what he’d been trying to say when a clever hand closed around his cock and started jerking him off with perfectly timed strokes.

There was something to be said about fucking your best friend, he mused as they laid together while the sweat cooled.

********

Roy thought he could be forgiven for not remembering their conversation a couple of weeks later. When he mentioned going to the toy store for more lube and condoms, Danny’s eyes lit up.

“Oh! Hey, what about going to one that sells underwear?”

”Underwear?”

”Yeah, you could help me pick some out.”

He concentrated on not spitting wine onto the couch, taking in Danny’s enthusiastic expression and his own arousal at the thought.

”Fine, but if I’m paying I get to decide if they’re worth it.”

The wineglass was removed from his hand, and he suddenly had a lapful of Danny.

”Cool. Can I suck your dick before we go?”

********

He had long since stopped being embarrassed or self-conscious about shopping for intimate items, but Danny brought an entirely new dimension to it. Whereas alone or with other friends it was a humorous and fun process, the filthy things Danny was whispering in his ear were making it increasingly difficult to conceal his growing erection.

They were standing in front of the wall of lube, and had been for the last several minutes while Danny described in graphic detail what they could do with each.

”…and then I’ll make you lick my ass, and-“

Roy squeezed his thighs together in a vain attempt to quell the throbbing in his balls.

”Angel,” he muttered through gritted teeth, “pick one and let’s go before I drag you into the fitting room and fuck you.”

In hindsight, he should have realized that it was the exact opposite of a threat, but he blamed it on most of the blood in his brain rapidly heading south.

“Okay!” Danny chirped happily, dropping three different bottles into the basket and pulling Roy by the hand towards the lingerie.

By the time they’d agreed on a half dozen thongs and jockstraps (“Do you ever think we’re a little too stereotypically gay?” “Fuck all the way off.”), Roy had managed to get his raging hard on mostly under control. He wasn’t paying enough attention, however, to realize that Danny wasn’t heading towards the register until a bored staff member reminded them that all lingerie must be tried on over existing undergarments.

He opened his mouth to protest, but Danny was already pulling him into one of the fitting rooms and sliding the curtain shut, pushing Roy down onto the single chair inside.

”Why are you trying them on? We could just head home and-“

Roy’s mouth fell open as Danny dropped his pants to reveal the skimpiest thong he’d ever seen before.

“You said you wanted to make sure you liked them before you paid,” he grinned wickedly, tongue peeking out from between his teeth.

Danny stepped into one of the jockstraps, pulling the bright purple elastic into place over his hips. He made a show of adjusting his package cupped by the fabric in front, then turned around and shook his ass.

He gave Roy an expectant look, eyes narrowing at the crossed arms and weak glare.

”Gonna tell me what you think?”

”Angel, if you don’t hurry up I’m going to get us kicked out of here for public indecency.”

He crossed his legs as well, refusing to give Danny the satisfaction of watching him nudge the renewed erection into a more comfortable position in his pants.

Instead of arguing, Danny surprised him by poking his head out past the curtain.

”Excuse me?” He was using his Adore voice, slightly breathy and flirty. Roy shifted the basket onto his lap as the tattooed clerk approached, shaking her neon dyed hair and generally giving the air of can’t be bothered.

”Yeah?” She sounded even less interested than she looked, which was impressive.

”I need an opinion and my friend is being dumb,” Danny shot a glance at Roy who gave them a tight smile. “Does this make my ass look good?”

The young woman took one look at Roy, taking in the way he was sitting and his expression of long-suffering frustration, and abruptly broke into a fit of giggles.

”Oh I bet he’s dumb right now. Yeah,” she snapped her gum and gave Danny’s ass a quick once-over, “I’d say you should buy those.”

”Thank you.” Danny was laying it on even thicker, and she shook her head before walking away still laughing.

”Hmmm…”

Danny prowled across the small space, pushing the basket aside to straddle his lap and rubbing the substantial bulge against Roy’s chest. The tip of his cock stretched the fabric upwards, nudging his chin, and Roy closed his eyes for a moment. He could smell Danny’s arousal, and it was rapidly degrading his sense of control.

Giving in, he met Danny’s challenging state before slipping one hand inside both layers of fabric and tugging out his half-hard cock. Still watching, he leaned forward and closed his lips around the head, giving it a few good sucks before letting it pop free.

”Fuck…”

Roy licked up the underside with teasing flicks of his tongue before dipping into the slit.

”…yeah…”

”You two still doing okay in there?”

They both froze as the clerk’s voice came from the other side of the curtain.

“Uhh, yeah, thanks!” Roy hoped he didn’t sound too panicked.

”Shit,” Danny muttered as her footsteps receded.

”Come on.” Roy pushed him back gently and stood, grabbing the basket. “Get dressed and lets get out of here.”

”Don’t you want to see the rest of them?”

He tossed the jockstrap in with the rest, and Roy stopped to stare at the thong stretched tight over Danny’s erection.

”I’m buying them all.”

At the register, the clerk gave them both a knowing and far too amused look before ringing them up. Danny squirmed against Roy’s side as he eyed the display of riding crops.

“No.”

”B…”

Accepting his card back, Roy shoved the bag into Danny’s hands and smiled at the clerk. She bid them a cheerful day, and turned to help someone else.

”If you behave,” Roy hissed into Danny’s ear, “I already have one at home.”

Danny practically dragged them out of the store.

”Party!”

#rpdr fanfiction #bianca del rio #adore delano #biadore #smut #places adore and bianca were nearly caught having sex #not casual at all #missalyssasecret #submission #canon compliant

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jcmorrigan · 5 years ago

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Me(n)tal Fatigue

The F/O? XR from Buzz Lightyear of Star Command. The S/I? Rachel Sparks - fifth ranger of Team Lightyear with a big heart for justice (and no glasses in this ‘verse because I suppose Nebula would surgically augment my eyes to make sure Zurg couldn’t rip the glasses off and stomp on them, which is a Zurg tactic). This one goes as an epilogue to the ep “Head Case,” and watch me project neurodivergent headcanons upon a ROBOT. Listen, I have evidence as to why he has OCD, GAD, or both and I can produce receipts.

***

She crossed his path later that night, just after hours, in the hallways connecting the barracks. Not an infrequent occurrence, given the proximity of her barrack to his storage unit. As always, they greeted each other as friends.

She put up her hand; “Hey.”

He made finger guns at her and clicked his tongue, winking.

This was the part where they would just breeze by each other and keep on going, usually. But tonight –

“Hey. XR.”

They’d already passed each other by a couple paces in her case and cycles in his, and XR heard Rachel’s call to him when his back was already turned to her. He turned a quick 180 to see her regarding him with an air of concern that was, frankly, surprising. Shouldn’t she be used to this by now?

“You know, I didn’t come THAT close to dying this time,” he said, cavalier as ever, a flippant shrug punctuating it. “YOU were the one who almost exploded.”

Oh, that realization didn’t sit well with him.

“I know,” Rachel replied.

The words were so hard to dig up. She knew what she wanted – had – to ask him. But was it out of obligation as a friend, or some twisted excuse to get more attention from him? She wrestled with herself in her mind over the topic. This was why having feelings for someone was horrible. You could never trust your own intentions.

She ended up just staring at XR blankly for a minute and a half, at which point he remarked, “Ooooookay, Rachel’s finally glitched out. And here, I thought that didn’t happen to organics.” In a blink, he was up in her face, escalated to her height so he could wave a hand in her face; “HEL-LOOOOO! STAR COMMAND TO RACHEL SPARKS! IS THERE A SIGN OF INTELLIGENT LIFE IN THERE?”

She snorted, then broke down giggling.

“I’m not sure whether to take that as a good sign or one that you’ve just completely lost it,” XR commented.

“I’m fine,” Rachel said, calming down. “I just…wanted to ask you something. It might not be something you wanna talk about.”

“You grossly underestimate my desire to talk about anything for long periods of time, especially if that ‘anything’ is related to myself.”

“Well, you’re in luck,” Rachel replied. “But seriously, if you don’t wanna answer the question, you don’t have to.”

He reverted to his usual height. “You’re gonna kill me from curiosity, Rach. If your goal here was to finish the job XL started, you’re doing a bang-up job.”

“I was the one he almost blew up, remember?”

XR really, really didn’t like considering the actual implications there. “No, seriously, what’s the big, scary question?”

“Well…”

She had to ask. Even if it was just an excuse to get him to talk to her. Either way, she knew he needed to talk about it. If his case was anything like hers, anyway. And she knew it was.

On impulse, Rachel repositioned, dropping to the floor to sit with legs folded in a pretzel-reminiscent configuration, making her actually have to look up to meet XR’s line of sight. “So. Everybody thought you had ‘mental fatigue.’”

“We’re getting comfortable for this. That should be a red flag.”

“You don’t have to answer.”

“I at least need to know where you’re going with this.”

“It’s just…” Rachel faltered on the wording, then decided to simply be blunt: “DO you?”

XR flinched. “What, you think I’m some kind of nutcase? Granted, that would fall in line with your brand of affectionate insult – “

“Just hear me out, okay?” Rachel interrupted. “It’s all these things I’ve been noticing. How you straight-up ditched the team after having an air freshener ripped out. That was the first clue. You KNOW I’ve been there. It really looks like if you think you’re not perfect, you might as well not try. And then there’s the whole NOS-4-A2 thing. You’ve been taking him…REALLY hard. And then there was that attack that kicked this whole evaluation off, and…”

“You are reading way, WAY too much into things,” XR replied, waving a hand as though to brush off Rachel’s speculation entirely. “Everyone has problems facing down a legitimate archnemesis. The rest of that is just my lovable quirks.”

“And that’s…fine,” Rachel said unsurely. “It’s just that…I’ve…been a lot of these places. Not all of them, but…sometimes it really looks like you’re dealing with some heavy shit. Like you’re scared. Like you feel you’re losing control. Like you’re anxious.”

“Robots don’t get anxiety disorder,” XR said dismissively. “I am literally programmed not to have anything your armchair diagnosis has led you to believe I have.”

“And I’m totally ready to bring out the apology train for assuming,” Rachel went on. “I just had to ask if…” She swallowed hard. “If you were okay. That’s really all I want to know. Because if you’re not, then I figured you might wa – need to talk about it. And if you do, then…I’m here. But if I’m wrong, then just tell me straight, I’ll shut the fuck up, and I’ll go directly to bed without passing Go or collecting two hundred unibucks.”

XR regarded Rachel with mild suspicion. “And after I answer, you intend to do WHAT with that information, exactly?”

“Nothing,” Rachel told him. “This isn’t like taping me stupid dancing. I’m not gonna broadcast it or use it as blackmail. Like I know you wouldn’t do for anything ACTUALLY important.”

His immediate instinct was to make a wisecrack about that, but that was perhaps the one sacred covenant between them, and he knew better. She was right about that much.

“I’m just…” Her voice was barely able to eke out the next words due to the pounding of her heart. “Worried about you.”

The silence only lasted a few seconds, but they could both feel how heavy it was and what it carried with it.

“Well,” XR said at last. “Don’t be, because there is nothing to worry about.”

Rachel looked up to him, giving him a nod in response. Maybe she’d been wrong. It was entirely likely she’d been projecting.

His smile was broad, his body language solid. “You think it’s gonna take a few near-death experiences to break XR, Robot Ranger? Well, think again, my grammatically correct friend. I’ve been on the force longer than you have, you know.”

By a couple months, she thought, but she didn’t voice this, instead nodding.

“And I’ve seen things,” XR went on confidently. “Things that would reduce your average civilian to tears. But me? I am resilient in all conditions! Mental fatigue? Please. At the end of the day, nothing REALLY gets to me. Only the satisfaction of bad guys stopped, a job well done, and, if the day has gone according to plan, side cash earned from a moonlight venture. Granted, it’s a fifty-fifty shot that that part ever goes according to plan.”

Seventy-thirty, Rachel corrected internally, and not in your favor.

“In conclusion,” XR stated, “you don’t need to get your pretty little head worried about me, because I am completely, totally, one HUNDRED percent – NO I’M NOOOOOOOT!”

The shift had been completely unpredictable; suddenly he was shaking like a leaf, fluid welling up at the bases of his eye-lights. Rachel flinched; it was like he’d been replaced again, like an entirely different robot stood before her, but she knew it was him. And she knew it was exactly as she’d suspected.

“I DON’T WANNA KEEP DEALING WITH THIS!” XR went on, his voice cracking. “I DON’T WANNA LEAVE DUTY, EITHER! I CAN’T HAVE ANYONE THINKING I’M NUTS! BUT EVERY TIME THAT ENERGY-SUCKING VAMPIRE REARS HIS HEAD, OR XL RIPS ME TO PIECES, I DON’T EVEN KNOW IF I’M GONNA MAKE IT OUT THIS TIME! AND I REMEMBER THAT! I THINK ABOUT THAT!”

Rachel didn’t reply. She simply listened. He had to say his piece. He’d had to say it for some time now. Though she had to admit she wasn’t as prepared for this reaction as she’d thought she had been. She had asked for candor, but hadn’t expected things to get quite this candid.

Nor was she expecting it when he leaned right into her, his arms suddenly extending to wrap tightly around her in a desperate search for comfort, for understanding. She froze, her heart the only part of her in motion, and that dangerously so, throbbing so fast it might just explode. Feelings. She cursed them. If she didn’t have those feelings for him, this wouldn’t be so difficult to navigate, and she could just be there for him without pausing or stuttering. She could just –

Well, realizing what a rational Rachel without a crush would do indicated what the real Rachel had to.

She wrapped her own arms around his cylindrical body, pulling him a bit closer. Thinking about how there might not even be any benefit he’d get from that, being unable to sense tactile stimulation and all. Knowing that didn’t matter.

“And you know – YOU KNOW – I’m only the way I am because of an accident!” XR babbled. “I got smashed to smithereens, and when they put me back together, I was me! Nobody knows how that even happened! And every time since then, when I’ve been pounded to bits, I come back as me! But what if I DON’T come back as me next time? What if I actually get deleted? Erased? Eighty-sixed?”

Rachel had never even thought about that before, and she had to admit even she was horrified. No. She couldn’t tell him she was worried about that now on top of his mental state. She had to be the strong one here. It’s what she would want if it were her doing the crying.

“ – and that energy-sucker’s obedience code is STILL in my data banks, and I’ve erased it THREE times since then, but it keeps reprogramming itself, and I can’t get rid of it, I CAN’T GET RID OF IT – “

Her hand gently slid up and down his back. Now, that gesture probably was absolutely useless, but still, any way to let him know, without verbally interrupting, that she was listening, that she was understanding as best she could.

“ – and THIS time, it was almost YOU that bit the dust, and that would’ve been on me! Forever! Knowing I let you get blown up!”

A cold flush ran over Rachel. He’d really been that afraid for her?

“And what kind of ranger lets all of his friends go down like THAT? Listen, I know I’m not the galaxy’s most morally upstanding guy, but – “

Oh. He’d meant the collective “you.” That made more sense.

This went on for a while. What he poured out, she absorbed, and soon she was the one shaking, having to hold all of this knowledge, even if it was only confirmation of what she’d theorized. Then there was silence, the pair of them locked together in the middle of a public hallway, surprisingly not having attracted any outside attention or gotten in the way of passersby. The benefits of waiting until after hours to have a breakdown.

At last, very quietly, XR said, “I needed that,” and Rachel knew it was over. They let go of each other, slowly, and when XR met Rachel’s gaze again, his tears had dried, and he was putting on his best game face.

“And you KNEW I needed that,” he said in an even tone.

“I guessed,” Rachel said. The first words she’d spoken in a while.

“And you’re NEVER going to tell anyone.”

“No,” Rachel affirmed. “This stays between us. Unless you want to take it to anyone else.”

“I don’t need them kicking me out for this,” XR said firmly.

“I don’t want them kicking you out for this,” Rachel agreed. “You’re still doing GREAT. Being a little…um…”

“Insane? Loco? Bananas?” “…I don’t have a more polite word right now. The best I have is ‘messed up.’ But being a little bit that-stuff hasn’t really held you back that much. People get stress like that.”

XR fixed Rachel with a particularly corrective look; “People?”

“And robots,” Rachel said with a nod. “And you do a great job of working around it. I just know that sometimes, when it gets like that…if you don’t find a place to let it out, you’ll just collapse.”

“Well, in that case…” XR suddenly lost a bit more confidence, tapping his index finger points together sheepishly. “I probably owe you one for being the – “

“No. You don’t.” She was stern on that point. “Never. And I don’t wanna hear it brought up again.”

“Right.” A double take, as though he was only just now realizing where he was, and what time it was. “Basically, this never happened.”

“What never happened?”

“Exactly.”

Though Rachel couldn’t be completely selfless. “A thank-you WOULD be nice, though. That’s literally all I want.”

“Well, thank you,” XR said, sounding completely offhand.

Even though Rachel knew he was anything but.

She set about getting to her feet. “Anyway, we both need to get to bed. I’m gonna hate myself in the morning if I don’t go to sleep – “ She checked her watch. “ – thirty minutes ago.”

“As opposed to how you USUALLY are in the mornings?”

“It gets so much worse than you know.”

“Well, that’s not reassuring,” XR told her, completely casual now. “Meanwhile, you know the drill. Don’t need sleep; still love it.”

She nodded. Then said “Goodnight” as though that were in any way sufficient to close out the situation that had just taken place.

Rachel turned to walk away when she heard it:

“Hey. Rach.”

She turned back to see XR regarding her with a look of concern this time; a mirror image of the incident that had begun the conversation.

“It hit me that you figured all this stuff out about ME because you were reminded of YOU,” he pointed out. “How messed up are YOU? For lack of a better term, of course.”

She bristled. “Enough.”

“And who do YOU talk to about it?”

“No one,” she admitted. “But it’s fine. I’m an old pro at this.”

“Oh, reeeeaaaaally.” The skepticism dripped.

“Who am I even gonna talk to?” Rachel asked, half hoping against hope –

“Well, they do say turnabout is fair play,” XR told her. “You COULD unload all your sorrows on your local sympathetic robot.”

As absolutely wonderful as that sounded, Rachel had to call it out for the pipe dream it was. “You don’t really wanna talk about my issues. I know you’re just trying to be a good friend, and probably get me to talk you up about being such a good friend, but you don’t want to. Not really. And that’s fine. You don’t have to. You’re a good friend for other reasons. I’m the hear-you-out-on-your-vents friend. You’re the pull-elaborate-stunt-to-get-me-un-fired friend. It’s fine.”

“Oh, yeah?” XR retorted. “You think I can’t handle your problems? Try me.”

Well, now Rachel realized she’d challenged him to prove his worth, and he wasn’t going to back down. “Another time,” she told him, vowing to herself to never let him know when she was having such troubles. “It’s late o’clock right now, and I just want to go to sleep.” By which she meant push her curfew another hour and a half reading fanfictions and critical analyses.

“Just know I’m here when you need me,” XR stated, all too boastfully. He couldn’t be honest about this, Rachel worried.

“And I’m here when you need me,” she replied, meaning it deeply. “Whenever.”

I’d probably do way too much for you, she added internally. I like you so much. I need you to be okay.

“Now GOODNIGHT,” she asserted as she turned on a heel and briskly strode off to her barrack.

XR watched her practically speeding away, still not really able to move on from what had just happened. He was trusting her with a lot now, but he knew she was exactly the right person for that, regardless of venom swapped between them in the past. He was perhaps just a little more fond of her now – not romantically, not in the way she’d have wanted, but he still had no clue of that.

It was just a very, very good thing XL hadn’t blown her up.

XR now made direct tracks for his storage unit, resolving to forget about all he’d said and all she’d listened to but immediately replaying the conversation in his mind, word-for-word, ten times at least.

#selfship #electric love #xrach

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badchoosey · 6 years ago

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It Lives in the Woods. Chapter One: Old Friends

Phone: Bzzzzzzzzzzzz…

Debo: Nnnnhhh… what…

Still-half asleep, you grope around on the shelf until you find your phone…

Debo: Ugh, who’s texting me at three in the morning?

Dan - Hey, are you there? It’s Dan. I messed up. I’m so sorry…

Debo - Dan? It’s… been a while. Are you okay? What happened?

Dan - I went back into the woods. I had to be sure, I had to prove to myself that it was all in my head… But it isn’t, Debo, it’s all real. HE’S real.

Debo - Dan… are you drunk or something?

Dan - I heard him whispering, just like when we were kids.

Debo - Stop it, Dan. We made all that stuff up. Mr. Red was just a dumb kid’s game that got out of control. He doesn’t exist. He never did.

Dan - He does. He’s here with me now.

Debo - Wait… where are you?

Dan - I can hear him in the trees. I hear him whispering…

A harsh tap tap tap from the window makes you jump, dropping your phone!

Debo: AAAAHH!

A dark shape looms outside the window… Heart hammering in your chest, you fumble for the light switch. Light floods your bedroom, streaming out the window to reveal…

Debo: Dan?! What are you doing here?

Dan: Debo, can I come in?

Debo: I… I guess so. Hang on.

You move to the window and slide it open enough for Dan to climb inside.

Debo: You’ve got some explaining to do, though. First off, what the hell are you doing here? We’ve barely spoken in years… and suddenly you decide to pay me a visit at three in the morning?

Dan: I’m sorry.

Debo: Don’t apologize… just tell me what’s going on. You sounded really freaked out in your texts…

Dan: It’s nothing. I’m fine. Come on, we need to go get the others.

Debo: What others?

Dan: Our friends! Stacy, Lily, Noah, Lucas, Ava, and Andy. I’ve got something to show you, but we need to bring everyone.

Debo: Dan… I’ve barely spoken to that group since we were little kids. After what happened to Jane--

Dan: But they have to come, Debo. Everyone has to be there. That’s the rule.

Your phone buzzes again, rattling against the floorboards. Sighing, you pick it up.

Debo: Dan, I want to help you, but honestly you’re kind of freaking me out right now. We’ve got our first day of school in, like, six hours. We can talk then, okay?

Your phone buzzes again, another notification popping up on the screen. You look down…

Dan - 3:17am - Are you still there? I think I’m lost… Debo? My battery’s almost dead, please help me!

Debo: Wait…

Dan: We have to go back to the woods, Debo.

The lights in your bedroom flicker as a chill wind sweeps through your open window. Hands trembling, you slowly look up from your phone screen.

Debo: … Dan?

A smile spreads across Dan’s shadowed face… stretching wider than it should…

Dan: Debo.

You start to back away… but Dan’s hand clamps around your wrist! You try to pull free, but he clings to you with inhuman strength!

Debo: Hey!

Panic floods your body, and you can only struggle mindlessly against Dan’s hold!

Debo: (Have to get free! Have to--)

Dan throws you to the floor, pinning your back against the rough boards!

Dan: We all have to go back. Don’t you remember?

Debo: Get off me!

You claw at Dan… and his flesh crumbles beneath your fingernails! Dan leans in, his cold breath stinking of moldy dirt and blood…

Dan: Everyone plays together, Debo…

The creature’s hands tighten around your throat… Your vision begins to blur, shadows seeming to writhe and bleed in the dark room….

Debo: Hrrnnngggg…

You have no breath left to scream. You simply sink, paralyzed by terror, into a cold, black nothingness…

…

Debo: AAAAAHHH!

You jerk into wakefulness, adrenaline burning in your veins as you thrash against your attacker… until you realize that you’re alone in your room.

Debo: The hell…? What a messed up dream.

Reaching up to feel your neck… you flinch as your fingers brush the fresh bruises there…

Debo: What the--?! No way… this can’t be happening…

You grab your phone to look at the texts from last night… only to discover that the battery is dead.

Debo: Crap…

Sighing, you toss your phone into your school bag and turn to your closet.

Debo: Guess I’d better get ready for school. Need to look good for my first day of senior year…

Grabbing your school bag, you hurry downstairs… Outside, you cast a nervous glance toward the woods that border the edge of your yard…

Debo: Mr. Red… Dan couldn’t have seen him… that was all just make-believe.

As you descend the steps, a friendly voice calls out from the yard next door.

Cid: Morning, neighbor!

Debo: Oh hey, Cid. What’s up?

Cid: Just coming back from our walk. Hey, Hilda, look who it is!

A blur of black and white fur crashes out of the bushes, looking around excitedly.

Hilda: Wuff!

Hilda bounds over to you, her bushy tail waving like a flag!

Debo: Hi, girl!

Hilda: Arrrooooo!

Debo: Aww! Good to see you too, cutie!

Hilda flops on her back, wriggling happily as you rub her belly.

Cid: Your parents around? I didn’t see ‘em out and about this morning.

Debo: Yeah, they’re still overseas dealing with my great aunt’s estate or whatever. They’ll be back in a couple weeks.

Cid: Hell, that’s a long time for a kid to be by themselves, ‘specially in a big house like that.

Debo: Yeah, well I can take care of myself. I just turned eighteen, you know. I can do my own laundry and everything. I’m getting pretty good at mac and cheese, too. I’ve only set off the smoke alarm like… three times this week.

Cid: Aw, they grow up so fast.

Cid suddenly cocks his head, taking a few steps toward your house and crouching down beside a small pile of loose dirt.

Cid: Huh, wonder what this is…

Cid picks something out of the pile and holds it up… a glossy black stone carved with a strange rune.

Cid: This yours?

Debo: Weird…

The stone is surprisingly heavy in your hand. You move your thumb along the deep crack that runs through the center of the engraved rune.

Debo: I wonder where this came from… and what broke it.

Cid: Beats me. Looks like a paperweight or somethin’.

Brushing away some of the dirt from the stone, you freeze as a familiar smell wafts into your nose… cold earth and a hint of blood…

Debi: It smells like that thing that--

You stop yourself, glancing nervously at Cid.

Cid: Smells like what?

Debo: Uh… weird. It just smells kinda weird.

Cid nods, dusting off his hands.

Cid: Well, I’ll let you get to school. You just let me know if you need anything, alright? My door’s always open.

Debo: Will do. Thanks, Cid.

Cid whistles, and HIlda jumps up to follow him. Once they’re out of sight, you look down at the stone in your hand.

Debo: (If what I saw last night was real, this could be a clue… Better keep it somewhere safe.)

It takes a few tries for you to open the shed door, its rusted hinges screeching with every shove.

Debo: Jeez, when’s the last time someone was in here?

Cobwebs tickle your face as you approach the worktable, setting the cracked stone down on its dusty surface.

Debo: I bet I could fit all kinds of stuff in here…

Flicking off the light, you step back out into the yard, shutting the shed door behind you… A few minutes later, on the asphalt road that runs along the edge of the woods, you hear a car approaching from behind. Stepping to the side, you glance up, locking eyes with the driver of a black vintage Camaro.

Debo: (That guy looks familiar…)

The car slows to a stop, and the driver leans out through the open window.

???: Hey, do I know you from somewhere?

Debo: I think so. I was just wondering the same thing… do you go to Westchester High?

???: Not anymore, thank god. Left that hellhold behind a couple years ago.

Debo: Lucky you.

???: Hang in there, you’ll be out before you know it. Anyway, I’d better get to work. Catch you later.

He steps on the gas, and the car starts to pull away.

Debo: Oh! I never got your…

But he’s already too far away to hear, disappearing around a bend in the road.

Debo: ... name.

Shrugging, you continue your long walk toward school.

A thin crowd of students trickles across the front yard of your school, waving and calling out to friends as they converge on the front doors. Squeezing through the loud, crowded hall, you find a familiar girl standing at the locker next to yours…

Debo: Oh! Hey, Ava.

Ava: ‘Sup.

Debo: Not much… that hasn’t always been your locker, has it? I’ve never seen you using it before.

Ava: Got reassigned.

Ava kicks the locker shut and shrugs her bag onto her shoulder.

Ava: Oh look, it’s Lily.

Following Ava’s gaze, you see a nervous girl clutching a textbook to her chest.

Lily: Um… hi, guys.

Debo: Hi, Lily. It’s been a while. You excited for classes?

Lily: I guess… I’m a little worried about my art class.

Debo: Really? Don’t you have like… a 4.5 GPA?

Lily: But art has no objective rubric for success! How will I know if I’m doing it right?

Lily glances over furtively, lowering her voice.

Lily: There’s, um, there’s actually something I wanted to talk to you about…

Debo: Sure, what’s up?

Lily: I got some really weird texts last night. Did you…?

Lily trails off, looking over your shoulder. You turn to see a pretty girl walking by, chatting with two friends.

Britney: Oh my god, look. I’ve been ghosting this guy for like, two solid weeks, and he just asked me out for coffee again.

Ava: Oh boy. Just when you think high school might not be the sucking necrotic chest wound that you remember…

The guy next to Britney laughs, running one hand through his hair.

Cody: Yikes. Desperate is not a good look.

Jocelyn: Maybe he’s just not scared of ghosts? You could try clowns instead. Clowns are gross.

Britney: That’s not… Joss, do you even know what--

Lily: H-hi, Britney!

The group stops in their tracks, and Britney turns to give Lily an appraising look.

Britney: Wow, Lil, great sweater. I didn’t know Baby Bar had a quadruple-XL section.

Lily: I… I just wanted to say hello…

Britney: And I just wanted a red Ferrari for my birthday, but I’ll settle for not having to listen to your whiny voice anymore.

You turn your back on Britney, giving Lily a big smile.

Debo: Lily, I’m super jealous of your sweater. That fox is freakin’ adorable.

Britney: Excuse you, but nobody asked for--

You continue to ignore her, focusing on your conversation with Lily.

Debo: Lily, you wanna take me shopping sometime? I need some sweaters that aren’t from my grandma’s tacky holiday collection.

Lily: I… I’d love to!

Lily looks down at the floor, holding a small smile.

Jocelyn: Oh yeah? Well--

Ava: Shhhh… witty comebacks aren’t your strong suit, Track and Field Barbie.

Jocelyn: Cross Country.

Ava: I know. I used the wrong one on purpose to piss you off. Try to keep up.

Cody: How about you go haunt some other hallway, freak?

Ava gives Cody a long, ponderous look… then reaches up to pluck a stray hair from his shoulder.

Ava: You know, I keep meaning to try out this new curse I found on the internet. If you feel a burning sensation in your eyeballs, that’s normal.

Cody: The hell…

Waggling her fingers, Ava stalks away down the hallway.

Ava: Later, guys.

Debo: Later…

Lily: Bye, Ava.

Jocelyn: Ewwwwww, Cody! What’s gonna happen to your eyeballs?!

Britney: Chill, Jocelyn. That weirdo just reads too many vampire novels. With any luck she’ll flunk and go live in a dirty old shack like Pritch the Witch.

Jocelyn: She is just like Pritch the Witch. We should call her, uh… ‘Ava the Witch’! Hahahahahaha!

Cody: … Wow. Good one, Joss.

You shake your head, turning to grab a notebook from your locker.

Debo: Well, lovely as this has been, we should probably go--

Jocelyn: Oh. My. God. Is that a hickey?!

Jocelyn reaches up, poking the fresh bruises on the side of your neck.

Debo: Ow! Get off!

Cody: Yeah right, like anyone would want to chew on this social reject.

Debo: It’s none of your damn business.

Cody: Rawr! Someone’s crabby this morning. You on your period or something?

Debo: I think you just have that effect on people.

Britney: Whatever. Fascinating as this convo is, I need to go get ready for the pep rally.

Britney jerks her head, and the others follow. Jocelyn shoulder-checks you as she walks by, knocking you hard against a locker.

Debo: Ow!

Lily: Hey!

Jocelyn: See you around, Debo.

Wincing, you rub your shoulder where it slammed against the locker, glaring after the bullies.

Debo: This school year’s already off to a great start, huh?

Lily: Should we report them to the office, or…?

Debo: Sure, millionth time’s the charm, right? Maybe this time they’ll actually get in trouble.

Lily smiles ruefully as the two of you join the crowd of students shuffling toward the gym. Music blares over the gym speakers, and a rush of panic hits as you’re jostled by the crowd, your mind flashing back to the night before…

Lily: Debo? Are you okay?

Debo: Y-yeah. Just, uh, kinda crowded in here. You see anywhere to sit?

Lily: Not really… looks like there are a couple seats up there next to… Oh… never mind. That’s Ava’s spot.

In the top row of the bleachers, Ava sits scribbling in a worn sketchbook. As you watch, a couple of freshmen move to sit beside her…

Ava: HISSSSSSSSSSS…

The freshmen trip over themselves, scrambling to get away from Ava. She glares after them… then notices you watching her. Ava nods to the empty bench.

Debo: Is… she inviting me to sit by her?

Lily: I think she is!

Debo: (Maybe I could talk with Ava about what happened last night. She knows about all kinds of supernatural stuff… It’d be nice to tell someone who’d actually believe me…)

I… think I’d rather sit somewhere else.

Lily: Okay, um… I there there’s a spot over there by Mr. Cooper? Doesn’t look like there’s room for both of us, though.

Debo: You go ahead, I’ll find a spot somewhere.

Lily: Okay, if you’re sure… Oh, and thanks for your help earlier.

Debo: Anytime. See you later, Lily.

You keep moving, finally spotting one empty seat… right next to a familiar figure slouching in the second row…

Debo: Oh, crap… Noah…

You quickly turn around, desperately scanning the crowd for another open seat, any seat but that one… but there aren’t any. You consider trying to sneak back out the gym doors, until someone shouts at you from a few rows up.

Cody: Hey, Debo! Sit your stupid ass down, unless you wanna watch from the garbage can!

Debo: I…

Jocelyn: Hello? You’re blocking our view, and there’s a spot right there.

Wincing, you turn back around to see Noah looking right at you.

Debo: Hey, Noah. Do you mind if…?

Noah: Knock yourself out.

Noah scoots over, and you squeeze in beside him.

Debo: So… what’s been up with you? We haven’t really talked since…

Noah: Yeah… I know.

You sit, neither of you saying another word. Down on the floor of the gym, a tall, handsome guy with glasses walks up to a podium…

Lucas: How you doing, Westchester High?

The students roar in response! The bleachers rumble and shake as the crowd pounds their feet on the wood.

Debo: Whoa… When did Lucas get so popular?

Noah: Shortly after hitting six feet and discovering hair gel, shortly before getting elected student body president.

Lucas waves to the cheering crowd, flashing a smile.

Lucas: Welcome back, everyone! For anyone who doesn’t know me already, I’m Lucas Thomas, your student body president. I know everyone’s a little salty summer is over, but trust me… this is going to be one school year you’ll never forget. And on that note, let’s kick this pep rally off, Westchester Wolf style!

At Lucas’ signal, several cheerleaders jump up from the bleachers, bouncing and waving their pom poms in the air!

Stacy: You can do better than that! Let’s hear it!

Debo: Looks like Stacy’s doing pretty well too…

One by one, the cheerleaders tumble across the gym. Stacy draws thunderous cheers as she pulls off an effortless roundoff into a backflip!

Debo: Whoa! That’s incredible!

Noah: Yay. Go team.

Beaming, Stacy looks back at the rest of the cheer squad, her smile suddenly fading as she locks eyes with Britney… Stacy turns… and suddenly trips over her own feet, sprawling on her face!

Stacy: Aaahhh!

Debo: Stacy!

You jump to your feet, hurrying to help Stacy up.

Debo: Are you okay? What happened?

Stacy: Nothing… I’m just a klutz, I guess.

Debo: I think it’s kinda cute. Like a clumsy anime heroine. Everyone loves them, right?

Stacy: Right now I just feel like an embarrassment to the squad.

Jocelyn: Hahahahaha! Did you see that? She was all like, WHAM, ‘Aaaaaahhh!’

Cody: Please tell me the school news nerds got that on camera.

Blushing, Stacy rejoins the rest of the squad. You sit back down as, at the other end of the gym, Britney steps forward with a smug smile.

Britney: Check this out…

Britney takes three running steps, then flies into a no-handed cartwheel! The crowd roars as she sticks the landing!

Debo: ugh. Why do people like her so much? They’ve got to know how horrible she is.

Noah: And? She’s hot and can do flips. We can’t compete with that.

Lucas grins from the podium as the cheerleaders return to their seats.

Lucas: Well, now that the cheer squad is done totally blowing our minds… let’s give it up for the Westchester Wolves basketball team!

More applause sounds as a group of guys in basketball jerseys forms up in front of the podium.

Ben: Awooooooooooo!

Andy: Yeah! Go Wolves!

Noah: Huh, Andy actually made the team this year.

Debo: Good for him! Looks like he’s been working hard! I can’t wait to see him play!

You flinch as Cody’s voice breaks through the general applause.

Cody: Watch out, it’s the TRIPLE THREEEEAAAAAAT!

Andy’s head snaps in the direction of Cody’s voice, his face suddenly twisting with anger.

Andy: Hey! Why don’t you come down here and--

He takes one steps toward the bleachers, but stops himself as Lucas calls the team captain up to the podium.

Ben: Thanks, Lucas. What up, Westchester High?

The crowd whoops and stomps in response!

Ben: We’ve got our first game coming up in a couple days, so you guys had better be here to watch us crush it. Not gonna lie, we’ve got a couple rookies on the team this year, but I’m not gonna let that stop--

Ben pauses as the gym lights suddenly flicker!

Ben: Huh?

Debo: Oh no…

Lucas’ voice calls out over the speakers, drowning out the nervous chatter of the students.

Lucas: Everyone, stay seated! We don’t want anyone to fall from the--ksssshhhhhhkkkk!

A burst of static cuts him off, and the music stutters, fading in and out. With a loud BANG, the gym doors are blown open by a frigid gust of wind…

The lights flicker back on, and you nearly jump out of your seat as Noah suddenly grabs your arm.

Debo: Gah! What are you--

Noah: Shut up! Do you hear that?!

Debo: Hear what?

Noah: Ssssssshhhhhhhhh!

And you do hear it…. Just barely on the edge of your perception, you hear a sound that snatches all the breath from your body and leaves you cold.

Debo: No… Not here…

You look around, picking out the faces of your former friends…

Andy: What the…

Lucas: This can’t be!

Lily: N-no way…

Stacy: Oh my god…

Ava: Oh f--

The music sputters and dies as the lights shut off completely, leaving only the voice. A voice that is at once completely alien… and horrifyingly familiar.

Voice: Everyone… plays… together...

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I. WALK, DON’T RUN / THE VENTURES

[instrumental]

II. SON OF A GUN / ERIC WILLIAM MORRIS

my favorite comic book, favorite comic book, favorite comic book about a guy whose hand's a hook, guy whose hand's a hook, guy whose hand's a hook and he's got blood on all his shirts, blood on all his shirts, blood on all his shirts cause everything he feels he hurts, things he feels he hurts, everything he hurts

III. ACTION MOVIE HERO BOY / LEMON DEMON

i gotta figure out where mommy keeps the dynamite i'll get some measuring tape so i can time it right i know it's dangerous, i know you're thinking i am a fool but it's the only chance i'll ever get to look so cool

IV. THE SHARK FIGHTER! / THE AQUABATS!

i gots me a knife, a bandanna and a topaz necklace yeah, i'm extremely reckless: i ride an otter like a motorcycle! yeah, i'm not kidding, man! yeah, i'm not kidding, man! i’m not kidding, man! you know i’m just a... shark fighter, toughest man in the sea! shark fighter, with his wavy blond hair flowing so freely

V. MR. REBEL / THE SURFARIS

[instrumental]

VI. KING OF THE BEACH / WAVVES

let the sun burn my eyes let it burn my back at the beach in my dreams but you still...

VII. FEEL IT STILL / PORTUGAL. THE MAN

ooh woo, i'm a rebel just for kicks, now i been feeling it since 1966, now might be over now, but i feel it still

VIII. HATE TO SAY I TOLD YOU SO / THE HIVES

do what i want 'cause i can, and if i don't because i wanna be ignored by the stiff and the bored, because i'm gonna spit and retrieve 'cause i give and receive because i want to gonna get through your head, what the mystery man said because i'm gonna

IX. PIZZA HEROES / LEMON DEMON

when you need a disk of oven baked bliss (we always deliver!) 24-hour pizza pie power (we always deliver!) rain or shine (aaaah!) sleet or snow (aaaah!)

X. KIDS / MGMT

control yourself take only what you need from it a family of trees wanting to be haunted

XI. HOTTO DOGGU / SHAWN WASABI

[instrumental]

XII. WAVEFORMS / DJANGO DJANGO

touch it, break it, shake it, yeah take it apart and break it, yeah try to rearrange it, yeah couldn't recreate it, yeah

XIII. DIVE / COAST MODERN

sunrise over my shoulder, reflected in your eyes untied, we do what we wanna drifting in the wind, don't know where this will end up there's a fire in my head going wild over things we did can't believe it, am i dreaming i just feel like, this ain't real life, whoa

XIV. POPPIN’ A WHEELIE! / THE AQUABATS!

i like long walks on the beach and i like the feel of sand on my feet yeah i like nature just fine from time to time i like those video games and i like most airplanes and trains i like nice weather but there’s something so much better

XV. SECRET AGENT MAN / THE VENTURES

[instrumental]

XVI. BONETROUSLE / TOBY FOX

[instrumental]

XVII. THE ULTIMATE SHOWDOWN OF ULTIMATE DESTINY / LEMON DEMON

this is the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny good guys, bad guys, and explosions as far as the eye can see and only one will survive, i wonder who it will be this is the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny

XVIII. WE DIDN’T START THE FIRE / BILLY JOEL

we didn't start the fire it was always burning since the world's been turning we didn't start the fire no we didn't light it but we tried to fight it

XIX. THE THREE OF US / STREETLIGHT MANIFESTO

i will never defend the men who make amends with any enemy’s friends, i will never pretend i will never bow down to another man even when everyone’s saying i’ve sinned, i will never repent

XX. ABRASIVE

[instrumental]

XXI. 10,000 EMERALD POOLS / BORNS

i'll make a living, trying to get away ten thousand fathoms, under a tidal wave it can never pull me away no way

XXII. KISS / PRINCE

ain't no particular sign I'm more compatible with i just want your extra time and your kiss

XXIII. SUMMERTIME CLOTHES / ANIMAL COLLECTIVE

it covers my rest with a saccharine sheen kissing the wind through my window screen the restlessness calls us, that i cannot hide so much on my mind that it spills outside

XXIV. SPICY BOYFRIEND / SHAWN WASABI

[instrumental]

XXV. FIRELIGHT / KUBBI

[instrumental]

XXVI. GOLDEN SKANS / KLAXONS

light touched my hands in a dream of golden skans from now on, you can forget all future plans night touched my hands with the turning, golden skans from the night to the light, all plans are golden in your hands

XXVII. HAWAII FIVE-O / THE VENTURES

[instrumental]

XXVIII. WOLF LIKE ME / TV ON THE RADIO

my mind has changed my body's frame, but, God, I like it my heart's aflame my body's strained, but, God, I like it

XXIX. EASY TIGER / PORTUGAL. THE MAN

but it's hard to see clouds when you're 6 feet underground keep building a house then tearing it down

XXX. THE END OF YOU TOO / METRONOMY

[instrumental]

XXXI. MASTERPIECE THEATRE III / MARIANAS TRENCH

i got a new disease in me i got a friend that's losing sleep i take it hard, it's hard to take i'm wide awake i'm wide awake

XXXII. HOW FAR WE’VE COME / MATCHBOX TWENTY

i'm waking up at the start of the end of the world, but its feeling just like every other morning before, now i wonder what my life is going to mean if it's gone the cars are moving like a half a mile an hour and i started staring at the passengers who're waving goodbye can you tell me what was ever really special about me all this time?

XXXIII. LOST IT TO TRYING / SON LUX

what will we do now? we've lost it to trying we've lost it to trying

XXXIV. BURN YOUR LIFE DOWN / BLEACHERS

you lay awake in the night, just staring at the ceiling above pulling pieces of it out is such a waste of time keep on fighting to remember that nothing is lost in the end when you burn, burn, burn your life down

XXXV. CONTENT / JOYWAVE

i'm searching for the difference between what content and content can bring maybe they're no different 'cause they look the same maybe i'm just an algorithm with a given name but trying to find the difference

XXXVI. BLOODFLOOD / ALT-J

a wave, an awesome wave that rushes skin and widens in flooded veins breathe in, exhale i’ve poked a nerve; he’ll slap me like a whale

XXXVII. DOUSED / DIIV

now you've gone so far, you really had to get away you knew it in your lifetime running to it acting like you've come so far, the bed you made yourself, and this house, and me, are all falling apart

XXXVIII. LABYRINTH / MIRACLE MUSICAL

in the rear, i can see the beast getting close surrounded by ghosts in a cloud of smoke the smoke reeks of failure, i don't want to fail but all the stairwells lead straight to hell

XXXIX. APOCALYPSE DREAMS / TAME IMPALA

are you too terrified to try your best? just to end up with an educated guess like success like those times you wake up mystified

XL. CONSTANT CONVERSATIONS / PASSION PIT

now you're standing in the kitchen, and you're pouring out my drink well there's a very obvious difference, and it's that one of us can think if there's a bump in the road yeah you'd fix it, but for me i'll just run off the road but tonight you've got me cornered, and i haven't got a place to go

XLI. TONGUES / JOYWAVE

the palms are down, i'm welcomed back to town sometimes i feel like they don't understand me i hear their mouths making foreign sounds sometimes i think they're all just speaking tongues

XLII. KINDA BONKERS / ANIMAL COLLECTIVE

i'm tryna reach out to you yes, i'm talking to you, you're the one in the room we'll share a moment, let's meet we're a fire with heat you didn't know, not me we all start suddenly and get carried so far away

XLIII. DIVINA / TORO Y MOI

[instrumental]

XLIV. ARE YOU WHAT YOU WANT TO BE? / FOSTER THE PEOPLE

with all these things i wait for revelation these things make me want to duck for cover with all these things i wait for revolution these things ask the biggest question to me and it's are you what you want to be... so are you what you want to be?

XLV. GUYS EYES / ANIMAL COLLECTIVE

so i used my mind and i used my hand it was what i want to do i really don't know what to do if my body should want to what i want

XLVI. THE SUBURBS (CONTINUED) / ARCADE FIRE

if i could have it back all the time that we wasted i’d only waste it again

XLVII. TERATOLOGY / THE PHYSICS HOUSE BAND

[instrumental]

XLVIII. WAVES / PORTUGAL. THE MAN

no one cares about the waves at the bottom of the ocean and at the bottom of the ocean it's always blue no one will remember cause nothing lasts forever and everybody's looking for somebody to use

XLIX. A MOMENT OF SILENCE / STREETLIGHT MANIFESTO

so tell me: how long do you think you can go before you lose it all? before they call your bluff and watch you fall? i don't know, but i'd like to think i had control at some point, but i let it go and lost my soul sit tight, but the revolution's years away i'm losing faith and i'm running low on things to say so, i guess i have no choice but to regurgitate the tired anthem of a loser and a hypocrite

L. SUPERMAN / GOLDFINGER

i'm trying to keep the ground on my feet it seems the world is falling down around me the nights are long i'm singing this song to try and make the answers more than maybe

LI. BELIEVE / THE BRAVERY

so give me something to believe 'cause i am living just to breathe and i need something more to keep on breathing for so give me something to believe

LII. IS THIS IT / THE STROKES

is this it... is this it?

LIII. WATCH IT CRASH / TOH KAY

we can't just blame it on our mothers claim everything they did was always wrong and there ain't not turning back when our train is off its track and there's nothing we can do but watch it crash and there ain't no right and wrong when we know it won't be long and there's nothing we can do but watch it crash

LIV. THE MALL AND MISERY / BROKEN BELLS

i know what I know, but nothing will fill the hole so let your mind go (let my mind go) straight down the runway does one want to get more used to, the mall and misery? (the mall and the misery) the dead mouths it costs to be alive

LV. SICKOS / HARLEM SHAKES

if there's a bomb in your hand, just throw it if the ground's too hot, just run this place is filled with sickos! this place is filled with sickos!

LVI. THE GREAT ESCAPE / WE ARE SCIENTISTS

i'm making my escape, making my escape tell myself that everything's in shape everything's in shape, but me how long can we stay, how long can we stay? tell myself that everything is great everything is great, well how am i doing?

LVII. DIAMOND HEAD / THE SURFARIS

[instrumental]

LVIII. SAVE YOURSELF ILL HOLD THEM BACK / MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE

we could leave this world, leave it all behind we could steal this car if your folks don't mind we could live forever if you've got the time, oh, oh, oh

LIX. UNREST IN THE HOUSE OF LIGHT / THE PROTOMEN

a time is coming, and i must warn you though it's something that you may not understand, they can't be saved by just one man and I am sorry, because i was wrong and I'd take away the weight his shoulders had to bear, because when he fell i was the only one that cared you need to know, you are not him, his fight's not yours!

LX. WILL DO / TV ON THE RADIO

anytime will do, my love anytime will do, no choice of words will break me from this rule anytime will do, my love anytime will do, what choice of words will take me back to you?

LXI. HUGGIN & KISSIN / BIG BLACK DELTA

pushing and shoving, hugging and kissing all of the time all over again

LXII. TRAINWRECK 1979 / DEATH FROM ABOVE 1979

so now i follow it around the world i can’t keep up the story never ends as long as we have blood and cuts

LXIII. INACTION / WE ARE SCIENTISTS

counting on my relative friends when this keeps coming up again and again if everybody knows how it's gonna end why doesn't someone stop me?

LXIV. AMERICAN HERO / RAINBOW KITTEN SURPRISE

i would do anything to hear you say “there goes an american hero”, darling call the press and tell 'em all "he's got a front page picture face with all of the amenities”

LXV. GHOULS / WE ARE SCIENTISTS

can't help but feel attacked, what's that supposed to mean? i know i won't relax or act like it's no big deal this happens all the time, it's kind of our routine but we all recognize that i'm the problem here

LXVI. VIOLET RAYS / THE SMASHING PUMPKINS

spells fall frail webs catching sail in eternal eternities divine purpose catching free

LXVII. CARRY ME / JOYWAVE

tonight, i think i might explode yeah, nothing's right, nothing's right comfort me until the sun arrives

LXVIII. BAMBI / TOKYO POLICE CLUB

i wanna tell you there's a really good reason why i came down easy, spinning threads to your throne a tiny kingdom at the bottom of the trees where i was always a winner and i was barely alone

LXIX. WETSUIT / THE VACCINES

if at some point we all succumb for goodness sake, let us be young 'cause time gets harder to outrun, and i'm nobody, i'm not done with a cool, cool breeze and dirty knees, i rest on childhood memories we all got old at breakneck speed slow it down, go easy on me

LXX. AFRICA / TOTO

the wild dogs cry out in the night as they grow restless, longing for some solitary company i know that i must do what's right as sure as Kilimanjaro rises like olympus above the serengeti i seek to cure what's deep inside, frightened of this thing that i've become

LXXI. THE HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN / THE ANIMALS

oh mother, tell your children not to do what i have done spend your lives in sin and misery in the house of the rising sun

LXXII. THE OTHER SIDE / WOODKID

boy i was shaped for the fury now i pay the price of the human race's vice and i was promised the glorious ending of a knight but the crown is out of sight

LXXIII. RIDING THE FOURTH WAVE / STREETLIGHT MANIFESTO

[instrumental]

LXXIV. 4TH DIMENSIONAL TRANSITION / MGMT

i feel your racing heart, my liquid silver arms extended these waves aren't far apart black gold in claw foot tubs, unchanging i am fire, where's my form? whisper crimson, i intrude there's light beneath your eyes new overtones in view endless form, endless time

LXXV. I CAN TALK / TWO DOOR CINEMA CLUB

now i can talk, no one gets off (i know how you like to) now i can talk, no one gets off

LXXVI. ATOMIC MAN / PORTUGAL. THE MAN

after you, i don't know what i believe in after you, hell should be easy after you, i don't know what i believe in after you, hell would be easier

LXXVII. GRAVITYS RAINBOW / KLAXONS

come with me, come with me, we'll travel to infinity come with me, come with me, we'll travel to infinity i'll always be there, oh, oh, my future love i'll always be there for you, my future love

LXXVIII. NECKBRACE / RATATAT

[instrumental]

LXXIX. WALK TALL / KELE

rule number one, be bright like the sun whether rude, whether flawed, like it's just begun rule number one, be the only thing they see

LXXX. THE WILL OF ONE / THE PROTOMEN

as i walk through the city streets, these frightened people watching me pass there is an evil that holds them here, yet they won't try breaking its grasp but if i stay here with you then i will leave them to their doom

LXXXI. FUCKING LIFER / AND SO I WATCH YOU FROM AFAR

[instrumental]

LXXXII. LETS GO HOME / BIG BLACK DELTA

so let's go home, let's go home let's go home, and you will never be alone

LXXXIII. BEACH BOY / AMINE

who knows what the future holds? i don't, if the truth be told they say "play it safe, young soul" fuck that, i'mma take control

LXXXIV. I BELIEVE IT NOW / EVERYTHING EVERYTHING

is this the place where all our hopes and dreams are piled and burnt? into the waters slide into the flames i'm light but they're watching us lift off, as the chasms open up, it took me a century but i'm starting with tonight

LXXXV. DON’T WASTE TIME DOING THINGS YOU HATE / AND SO I WATCH YOU FROM AFAR

[instrumental]

LXXXVI. DO IT ANYWAYS / BEN FOLDS FIVE

sometimes it's not subjective: wrong and right deep down you know it's downright wrong but you're invincible tonight so you, do it anyway it's done, you did it

LXXXVII. THIS YEAR / THE MOUNTAIN GOATS

i am going to make it through this year if it kills me i am going to make it through this year if it kills me

LXXXVIII. LIGHT UP THE NIGHT / THE PROTOMEN

there is a city that this darkness can't hide there are the embers of a fire that's gone out, but i can still feel the heat on my skin this mess we're in, well you and i, maybe you and i, we can still make it right

LXXXIX. BEAUTIFULUNIVERSEMASTERCHAMPION / AND SO I WATCH YOU FROM AFAR

[instrumental]

XC. BELIEVER / IMAGINE DRAGONS

first things first i'mma say all the words inside my head i'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been, the way that things have been second thing second don't you tell me what you think that i can be i'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea, the master of my sea

XCI. WE WILL FALL TOGETHER / STREETLIGHT MANIFESTO

and when we fall we will fall together no one will catch us so we'll catch ourselves and when we roam we will roam forever no one will understand what we meant

XCII. BARE MY BONES / BRONTIDE

[instrumental]

XCIII. AMY AKA SPENT GLADIATOR 1 / THE MOUNTAIN GOATS

play with matches if you think you need to play with matches seek out the hidden places where the fire burns hot and bright find where the heat's unbearable and stay there if you have to don't hurt anybody on your way up to the light

XCIV. IF IT AIN’T BROKE... BREAK IT / AND SO I WATCH YOU FROM AFAR

[instrumental]

XCV. FALCON JAB / RATATAT

[instrumental]

XCVI. IT’S ALRIGHT / MOTHER MOTHER

oh hey, i had a night i had a day i did one million stupid things i said one billion foolish things i'm not okay, I got a baseball bat beside my bed to fight off what's inside my head, to fight off what's behind my meds i'm lonely; lost in pain

XCVII. WHITE WHALE / EVERYTHING EVERYTHING

your love is like the white whale my finger's on the third rail i want you to be okay i want us to be okay

XCVIII. EVERLONG / FOO FIGHTERS

and i wonder, if everything could ever feel this real forever if anything could ever be this good again the only thing i'll ever ask of you you got to promise not to stop when i say when

XCIX. THANKS. THANKS FOR COMING / JOYWAVE

i could get used to these endless possibilities adrenaline for dinner means a headache that the morning brings

C. HERE’S TO LIFE / STREETLIGHT MANIFESTO

and i don't know much, but i do know this: with a golden heart comes a rebel fist but i can't help agreeing with those that would not quit

#plylsts #cataclysmalbound #originally was going to put on much more streetlight manifesto but it ruined the vibe and i tried to make this less genre hoppy #vs the old one which was... all over the place. sad though because streetlight manifesto is SO cryluscore

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maevefiction · 6 years ago

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Your Light in the Mist - Chapter 6

I had said goodnight and closed the door on a still speechless Tom, then slid down the back of it and hit the floor with a gentle thud. I sat there like a rag doll, arms hanging loose at my sides, chin resting on my chest as my synapses fired like a fourth of July fireworks show gone awry. I felt like one of the Synths from HUMANS when their code went bad.

Half an hour went by before the world began to come into focus again, and I slowly began to take the vast amount of shit that required my attention into consideration. I rubbed my eyes with the heels of my hands.

“Am I insane? How the hell am I going to tie up all my loose ends and do two seminars in two days? What the fuck was I thinking?!?” My phone buzzed. I pulled it out of my bag…it was Tom. Right. That’s what I’d been thinking. I tapped the answer button.

“What can I do to you, Thomas?” I slapped my hand to my forehead when I realized what I’d said. Nothing like a classic Freudian slip to start off our very first phone conversation.

There was a moment of silence, then a sharp intake of breath that was deliciously tantalizing…which I desperately tried to ignore as I scrambled to recover.

“Whoops. Perhaps I should rephrase that. What can I do FOR you, Thomas?”

“I…I…” He cleared his throat. “Christ, Maude, are you trying to kill me? It took me all this time to cease picturing you strutting naked through your suite and regain enough of my composure to hit the call button.”

I grunted out a hmpf. “If it’s any consolation, I’m still sitting with my back against the room door. Because that happens to be where I landed when I slid down it after closing it in your face. Now my legs are asleep and I’m not quite sure how I’m going to get up.”

“Serves you right, you wicked temptress.” He laughed, then paused. “I know you’re ridiculously busy, but I…well, I suppose I just wanted to hear your voice again so I could reassure myself that this unimaginably marvelous day actually happened and I didn’t dream it all.”

I groaned. “Really, Hiddleston? How the fuck I am I supposed to top that? Anything I could conjure up would pale in comparison, so I’ll simply state that I understand and concur.”

“Good. Now, shall I pay you a visit and help you attain a more desirable position?” I didn’t need to see his face to know he was smirking.

“Thomas. Stahp. I have no time for a cold shower break.” He laughed.

“I guess that makes us even, then. I’ll let you get back to work. Goodnight, Maude.”

“Goodnight, Tom. And if you find you need something to keep you occupied, feel free to make me a list of at least five websites you like the looks of. Don’t forget to include exactly what you like and why you like it.”

He huffed. “Did you just assign me homework? Because it sounds very much like you assigned me homework.”

“Let’s call it project participation instead. Better?”

“Marginally.” He paused for a few seconds. “May I call you tomorrow after your seminar?”

“I’d be rather pissed if you didn’t.”

“And I’d be terribly disappointed if you weren’t. Goodnight again, Maude. Try and get some rest.”

“You too. Goodnight again, Tom.”

I hit end call and began the arduous process of hefting myself off the floor. It was even worse than I anticipated, and I was reasonably sure I bore a strong resemblance to a newborn calf standing up for the first time. Once I felt steady enough, I pulled my dress over my head, yanked off my bra and grabbed a T-shirt off the floor. I sniffed it…not bad. I slipped it on, grabbed my messenger bag and plopped down at the desk.

*************************************************** My first mission was to find a videographer willing to work on extremely short notice. I’d decided to have these last two seminars recorded, hoping one or an edited combination of both would be good enough to post on my website for sale. Consulting was out of the question, but there was no reason to not make some residual cash after so many years of perfecting my lectures. Plus, it alleviated the bit of apprehension I felt at pulling the plug on everything in the blink of an eye. I found one that was open until 11 PM and had experience with marketing production - Kamana Media. I dialed the contact number, fingers crossed.

The rep seemed very excited when I told him what I wanted, but balked when I casually mentioned that I needed it done tomorrow and Wednesday. It took some seriously high levels of Maude-schmooze and tripling their normal rate, but they’d be at the hotel tomorrow morning at 9 AM.

Next came editing my presentations to remove all references to consultations, followed by a search for a shopping cart that worked with both my merchant account and design software. Then came my favorite part…getting the cart customized, adding items, and figuring out how to embed the code to my site files so it would display exactly the way I wanted. The next time I looked up, it was 1 AM and I still had some text modifications to complete, in addition to a ‘hey, so sorry, but I’m outta here’ letter to post on the site and across all my social media accounts. My phone vibrated, dancing its way nearly out of my reach. I picked it up, hoping it wasn’t a last minute kiss off text from the Kamana people, though they closed two hours prior.

Went out for a night walk and noticed that your lights are on. You can’t possibly still be awake at this hour, can you? –T

I’m not sure awake is an accurate representation of my state of consciousness, but I am not currently sleeping, so…technically, yeah. –M

I waited for his reply for a few minutes, but nothing came through. Figuring he might have gotten a call or had fallen asleep, I set the phone back on the table and returned to work. The text changes were easy, but then I realized the menus needed to be adjusted to remove several links. My ability to focus was fading fast, so I cranked up the volume on my iPod, hoping it would give me enough of a boost to power through. I ignored my mother’s voice in my head saying ‘Turn that down, young lady. Do you want to end up deaf? Everyone will think I’m a terrible mother!’ Junkie XL’s ‘Beauty Never Fades’ came on and I sighed happily…exactly what I needed. I put it on repeat.

The third time through I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye…my phone was doing the jig again. I paused the song and nabbed it just as it started to go over the edge of the desk. There were six texts, all from Tom.

“Damn.” I frowned and began to scroll through them.

I’m out in the hallway with a little surprise for you. Hope that’s okay. –T

Hmm, you aren’t answering your door. –T

Does that mean it’s NOT okay? – T

Still knocking. Can’t be too loud, don’t want to wake the neighbors. –T

Hope you’re alright in there. Starting to fret a bit. Ease my mind and reply, please. –T

Maude, I know you’re in there, I can hear you singing. –T

The phone vibrated in my hand as I yanked out my earbuds, got up, and headed for the door. I undid the bolt and flung it open to find Tom in a white V-neck and navy shorts with an orange-red stripe, pacing and staring at his phone. He raised his head, exhaling seemingly with relief when he saw me. I spotted a carryout tray with two cups in it on the floor, as well as what appeared to be a bag of Lindor truffles. When I lifted my head to meet his gaze and instead caught him in the act of looking me up and down, I suddenly remembered that I was clad only in a thin T-shirt and panties. His eyes finally met mine again, lips parted just enough for his tongue to slip out and graze over them. I began fanning myself with my hand.

“Is it me or is it ridiculously warm tonight?” He said not a word, continuing staring at me with an intensity that made me want to push him down and ride him like a pony right there in the hallway.

“Yeah. Anyway. I had my iPod turned way up so I wouldn’t fall asleep at the wheel, as they say, and totally didn’t hear you knocking. And my phone was on vibrate too. Not that I would have heard it ring if it wasn’t. So. Really, really sorry about that.” I pointed to the truffles. “Please tell me that those are for me. And that the beverages are caffeinated.”

He shook his head as if to clear it and smiled as he put his phone in his pocket, then bent over to pick up the carryout tray. He took two steps towards the door. “Yes, and yes. But I’m afraid you can’t have them unless you invite me in.”

I snorted, stepping back to hold the door for him. “I’d invite Freddy Kruger in if he had Lindor Truffles and caffeine.” He didn’t move. “What? Damn you British and your impeccable manners. Thomas, would you care to enter my temporary domicile?”

He grinned. “Why yes, I thought you’d never ask.” I stuck my tongue out at him.

“You’d best get in here before I snatch that tray out of your hands and slam the door in your face.” He chuckled. I poked him in the chest. “I wasn’t joking.”

He patted my upper arm. “Oh, I’m aware. That’s why it’s funny.” He set the tray on the desk. “You have quite a lovely singing voice, by the way. Have you had any vocal training?”

“Thanks. And no, unless you count the band I was in a thousand years ago when I was young and didn’t know any better. Or when I’m driving. Or working. Or in the grocery store.” I rolled my eyes. “Or everyone’s favorite, when I think of the perfect song for the moment and belt it out no matter the location or company.”

He was leaning on the desk, legs and arms crossed, head tilted. “Do you like to dance, Maude?”

“No, I don’t like to dance.” I watched his face fall a bit. Such an easy mark. “I love to dance. Sometimes I even dance and sing at the same time. It all depends upon how the spirit moves me. Right now it’s moving me towards those truffles, though. Will you do the honors and open them, please?”

I put my phone on the table, walked over to the wardrobe, pulled a pair of cut-off sweatpants out of the drawer and slipped them on. Tom grabbed one of the oversized wing back chairs and dragged it over to the desk for himself. I sat back down in my spot, pulled the earbud jack out of the iPod, put it into shuffle mode and lowered the volume from ‘dance club’ to ‘study session’. He proffered the bag and I took a handful of truffles. I unwrapped one and popped it in my mouth.

“Ung. These are SO good.” I swallowed. “How did you manage to score these at one in the morning?”

“I’ll have you know that they are from my own personal stash. Which I normally never share. With anyone. But, being that you were generous enough to share your cookies with me earlier, I felt it was only fair to reciprocate in kind.” I nodded.

“Let’s not forget about the baked mozzarella, the parmesan fries and the fettucine alfredo I ‘shared’. Totally against my will.” I devoured two more tiny balls of chocolatey goodness. “So, you travel with candy. I would have accepted Luke’s offer immediately and without question if I’d known that.”

He laughed and handed me one of the to-go cups. “Earl Grey tea with a splash of cream. I figured you’d take it with sugar but wasn’t sure how much, so I brought these.”

He pulled a handful of sugar packets out of his pocket and put them on the desk. I took the lid off and took five sugars from the pile. They were warm to the touch, and knowing they had just been so close to his skin made me a little lightheaded. Or maybe it was just lack of sleep. Sure, Maude, keep telling yourself that. I shook my head.

“Damn, did I get that wrong? Luke said you asked for tea earlier so I assumed…” I cut him off.

“Nope, I’m a tea all the way. Coffee makes me ragey for some reason. Let me guess, you travel with teabags too?” He grinned.

“Indeed I do. I got the cups, tray and hot water from the all-night gas station down the road.”

I furrowed my brow. “So you did all this in, like, 15 minutes?” He held his hands out and shrugged, blushing slightly.

“Actually, I stopped at the gas station on the night walk I mentioned when we were texting.” I put the lid back on my tea and swirled it around to mix in the sugar. He pulled a plastic stirrer out of his other pocket and handed it to me, sighing as he realized I’d most likely have guessed that this encounter wasn’t at all spontaneous after hearing what he’d just said. He smiled self-consciously.

I reached out to put a hand on his knee, but he had begun sliding out of the chair towards the desk so he could grab his beverage and it wound up on his bare inner thigh instead. I could feel the muscle tighten under my hand, his hips thrusting upward reflexively in spite of his valiant effort to resist. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, opening them when I felt his hand on top of mine through his shorts. His jaw was clenched, nostrils flaring as he tried to control his breathing. My pulse was pounding in my ears and in my head and in my chest…and, most noticeably, in my groin. We exhaled in unison. He spoke first, taking my free hand in his.

“Maude, I…I am so, so sorry…I didn’t…” I shook my head vehemently.

“Thomas. Please. Don’t you dare apologize for what was perhaps the most sexually exciting moment of my life.” I bit my lip again, leaned in closer and raised an eyebrow. “So far.” He began rubbing my wrist with this thumb, his face a kaleidoscope of emotions.

“You…you’re…you aren’t offended?” He looked puzzled.

“By the fact that just putting my hand on your thigh earned me a pelvic thrust? Um, no. Nope. Not even a little.” I squeezed his hand. “Why would you think I’d be offended by a physical expression of something we’ve been bantering back and forth about for hours? And let’s not forget that you’ve literally seen me naked already.”

He shook his head. “I’m…I…damn. That’s not really what I meant. I was more referring to the idea that I’d arrived with tea and truffles not to spend time with you, but instead as a ruse to get you into bed. I didn’t. Honestly. I just don’t want you to think less of me, or that I don’t respect you, or that this is how I conduct myself with women I’ve just met, despite what most of the world seems to believe, and most importantly I absolutely don’t want you to conclude that I think you’re just another notch on my belt and that all I want from you is sex because that couldn’t be further from the truth …god, I’m fucking this up royally, aren’t I?” His chin fell to his chest.

I let go of his hand so I could touch his face. “You most certainly are not.”

We were both silent for what seemed like an eternity, La Roux’s “Tigerlily’ playing softly in the background.

“I could be here when you call I’ll make you top of the list And in the crush of the dark I’ll be your light in the mist I can see you burning with desire for a kiss Psychobabble all upon your lips”

He slowly raised his head as the chorus repeated, wrapping his fingers around my wrist and holding my hand to his face. I’d heard the song a hundred times, and sung it nearly as many, but suddenly the lyrics held meaning I could have never envisioned. The look in his eyes told me they resonated with him as well.

I slid the hand that was still on his thigh out from under his shorts and got up from my chair, closing the space between us in a single step. He looked up at me, eyes wide, as I climbed into his lap and straddled him. I felt his arm wrap around my waist as I leaned in and touched my lips to his. They were warm, and soft, and I couldn’t resist running my tongue across them. He opened his mouth to me in invitation, and I accepted with boundless enthusiasm. He tasted of chocolate, with a faint hint of something spicy I didn’t recognize. He bit my bottom lip before thrusting his tongue out to meet mine, and I seized the moment to capture and begin sucking on it. He groaned loudly and yanked the tie from my hair, freeing it so he could bury his fingers in my curls. Time seemed to have come to a screeching halt as we devoured each other, completely lost in the moment, until our teeth crashed together with such force that it made my ears ring and brought us back to reality.

I was panting like I’d run a six minute mile. “Shit. You okay?”

His chest heaved as he grinned. “I am positively divine, thank you.” I responded by grinding my pelvis against him, then pushed myself up and off his lap. “Maaauuuuuuddde. Where. Are. You. Going.”

I shimmied out of my sweat-shorts and returned to my spot, grinding against him again. “Mmm, that’s much better.” I dragged my hand down his chest and stomach, smirking as I slipped it under the hem of his V-neck. “May I?”

He leaned forward and lifted his arms over his head. I peeled it off slowly, drinking in the sight of his naked torso. Tossing the shirt to the side, I leaned in and licked the hollow above his collarbone. He gasped, and I traversed to his left nipple, first biting it gently, then suckling. His long, low moan was intoxicating, making me dizzy with want. I felt the warmth of his hand on the skin of my back as he pushed my T-shirt upward. I pulled back and raised my arms above my head before he even had a chance to ask for permission. He laughed.

“Eager, are we?” His voice was deeper than usual, throaty and full of ardor.

“You have no idea.” I was blinded momentarily as he finished removing my shirt. When my view was once again unobstructed, the intensity in his stare as he gazed from my breasts to my face then back again made me wonder if spontaneous combustion was in my near future. He let out a low whistle.

“Oh, but I believe I do, Maude. I believe I do.” He took one in each hand, running a thumb over each already rock hard nipple, then pulled me forward to take one in his mouth. It was my turn to gasp, and I wound my fingers in his hair, holding him to me. He alternated from one to the other, and I felt his hand creep down my stomach, finally reaching my mound and cupping it gently. My panties were soaked through. He let my nipple go with a pop and looked up at me, eyes dark and pupils blown wide with desire.

“My apologies, you were, in fact, correct…I had no idea.” He slid his hand under the elastic waistband, whining audibly when it met skin that was waxed bare and dripping wet. He tugged at the fabric, unable to utter anything other than “Off. Please.”

I stood, pushing them down over my legs, then kicked them off. I paused for a moment to take him in, my eyes resting on the bulge tenting his shorts that made it glaringly obvious he had opted for going commando this evening. I stepped between his legs, leaning down to slip my hands under his shorts at the waist. I hesitated, knowing we were near the point of no return but hadn’t covered all our bases. I looked up at him.

“So. Tests?” It took him a moment to piece together what I was getting at.

“Yes. Last year. Clean. No one since. You?”

“2010. Clean. No one since. On the pill.” His eyes widened in surprise and I didn’t wait for him to comment. “Yes, five years. I’m very…particular.” I grabbed onto his waistband and pulled with one hand, tapping his hip with the other. “Lift.”

He raised his hips up and I eased the shorts over his erection, then slipped them off his ass and down his legs. He smiled as I licked my lips, then grunted as I took him in hand. At least eight inches of glorious purpose, and almost too thick for me to get my fingers around. I leaned in to whisper in his ear as I stroked up and down, squeezing, pausing now and again to run my thumb over his weeping slit.

“It’s no wonder Loki thinks he deserves a throne. THIS is the cock of a king.” He growled, a sound so low and deep that I could actually see his chest vibrating, and began to lift himself up off the chair.

I let go of his cock and put both hands on his shoulders, pushing him firmly back into a seated position as I nestled my knees on either side of his hips. He raised his brows quizzically, eyes narrowed.

“No bed?” I shook my head. He looked down at himself, then back at me, concerned. It finally dawned on me what he was getting at, and I supposed that his size might be a challenge for some women if they weren’t sufficiently aroused. I shook my head again and rubbed my soaked pussy up and down his shaft, groaning as the tip hit my clit over and over.

“Nope.” Groan. “I’m good.” He reached between us, sliding two long fingers inside me. I came instantly, and the look on his face was priceless.

“Di..I…did you…did you just…” I rolled my hips and squeezed his fingers, grasping his face with both hands as I leaned in to pull his bottom lip into my mouth briefly. He moaned as he withdrew his fingers and brought them to my lips. I licked at them, then sucked them clean greedily. I felt him shudder as I rose up on my knees. He breathed deeply, inhaling and exhaling for a few moments as he tried to pull himself back from the edge.

“Maude.”

“Tom.”

“Not going to last long.”

“Don’t care.”

“I…I…Mau…”

I kissed him sloppily, cutting him off, then spoke.

“Thomas. William. Hiddleston. Shut up and fuck me already.”

Before I even got the ‘me already’ out the head of his cock was poised at my entrance, and our eyes locked as I pushed down and he pushed up, meeting no resistance and fully seating himself in a single thrust. He stared at me in wonder, mouth agape, gasping and grabbing onto my hips as I began to ride him.

“Maude…that…you…how…all of me…GOD…feels incredible…you…so warm…so WET.” He began thrusting, and I squeezed, matching his rhythm. His eyes rolled back in his head for a few seconds, then met mine again. “Close. Too close.” He maneuvered his hand between us again, rubbing my clit furiously with two fingers. I rolled my hips faster, chanting his name as my walls clenched around him.

“Tom. Tom. Tom. Tom.” Words quickly failed me and my chant devolved into a monosyllabic keen. His thrusts faltered, stuttering, and he cried out.

“Oh, Maude, god, Maude, oh FUCK, oh Maude…” I felt him pulsing inside me, come jetting in long, slow spurts, the edges of my vision going dark, hearing screaming as I came that I didn’t initially recognize as my own.

*************************************************** When I began to emerge from what I thought was a post-coital haze, Tom’s arms were wrapped tightly around my limp torso, holding me to his chest. My head lolled on his shoulder, his chin nuzzling my neck. I raised a leaden arm and set about rubbing his back. I felt him smile.

“Well hello there.” His voice was just above a whisper. As I raised my head to look at him, my body shifted and I realized he was still inside me. He smiled sheepishly when I met his gaze. “Sorry about that. I didn’t want to wake you.” I yawned.

“Mmm, I’m totally fine with staying this way forever.” I leaned back, cocking my head, puzzled. “Wake me? What do you mean, wake me?”

He grinned and kissed the tip of my nose. “It appears the vigorousness of our…activities…combined with the lateness of the hour exhausted you completely, resulting in your dozing off for a bit.”

I groaned. “Um, how long was I, you know, dozing?”

He traced my spine with his fingertips. “About fifteen minutes or so.”

I covered my eyes with my hand and shook my head. “Fuck. Me. Sideways.” He leaned in to whisper in my ear.

“Let’s save that for next time. You, darling, need to get some sleep.” I sighed, figuring he’d be out the door as soon as I was off his lap. I tried to reach my T-shirt, which was behind me on the floor, intending to use it to contain some of the mess when I got up. His was already in his hand. “Here, let me help.”

I lifted myself off him slowly, wondering how it was that my legs weren’t asleep. He gently nudged the shirt in place as his cock slid out of me. He was at half-mast. I bit my lip and rocked my hips. He chuckled as he put his hands under my arms to help me stand.

“Don’t tempt me, woman. It’s taking every ounce of my willpower to refrain from fucking you into that mattress all night long.” I whined. “But you have a very long day ahead of you and it’s well past 2 AM.” He walked me to the bathroom, closing the door after I went inside. I bundled up the shirt, tossing it on the floor as I sat on the bowl to pee, wiped, flushed, then brushed my teeth quickly. I opened the door, fully expecting him to be gone.

He was standing right outside, waiting, and kissed me quickly. “Do you have an extra toothbrush I can use?” I shook my head. “May I use yours, then?”

I nodded. “Sure. Yeah.”

I stood in my stupor, listening to the toilet flush again, the water running, him spitting…and suddenly there he was, naked, smiling, beautiful, and herding me over to the king size bed. He pulled back the covers, motioned for me to climb in and glanced at the clock.

“What time do you need to be up?” I blinked.

“Um, seven? I guess?” He set the alarm and stood next to the bed. I just stared at him. He grinned.

“Well, are you going to move over or would you prefer that I get in on the other side?” I moved over and rolled onto my side. He climbed in and nestled in against my back, arm around my waist. He kissed the top of my head.

“Goodnight, my Maude.”

I was sound asleep before I could return the sentiment.

#your light in the mist #chapter 6

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houseofvans · 7 years ago

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ART SCHOOL | Q&A with SARA M. LYONS

Influenced by the works by the likes of designer Lisa Frank and Saturday morning cartoons, artist Sara M. Lyons’s illustrations are colorfully eye-catching, vibrant, and filled with fun! Not only ONE thing, Sara also runs an online shop filled with her awesome creations from patches, pins to an upcoming Tarot card deck she’s creating. We’re stoked to chat with Sara and learn about her process, her favorite artists to follow, and about her local art scene in this week’s Art School w/ Sara M. Lyons. Make the leap!

Photographs courtesy of the artist

Hi Sara!, Could you tell us a little about yourself ? For sure! I’m Sara M. Lyons, and I’m an artist, illustrator, muralist and product designer living and working in Orange County, CA!

When did you first get into drawing? Was it a hobby turned career or something you knew from the start that you’d eventually wanna do for a living? I’ve been drawing since before I can remember, and it’s always been something I did for fun, but I never really considered that it could be a career until I suddenly found myself in the middle of it. I didn’t start leaning into this as a living until I was in my late twenties (I’m 32 now), so I feel like I’m still learning the best ways to navigate everything.

Who were some of your early artistic influences? Art mentors? I was born in ’85, so I was surrounded by Lisa Frank and Saturday morning cartoons, and I think a lot of that spirit is present in my work. I also grew up reading Betty & Veronica obsessively, so Archie comics and the drawing style of Dan DeCarlo in particular was what I started emulating as a kid when I was teaching myself to draw. In high school that developed into an interest in indie comics, and I was really inspired by Los Bros Hernandez. I think you can really still see the influences of both of those comics in my character drawings.

You make some much fun and colorful things, for a lack of a better word, from pins to patches to just about everything? What’s some of the stuff that’s in the works now? I love making small pieces of art that are accessible and affordable, and that’s always been my thought process when designing products like pins and patches. I think I’ll always be doing stuff like that, but this year I hope to try some new things too. I’m working on a deck of Tarot cards right now (I released a Lenormand fortune telling deck in 2016), and it’s really exciting to create a bunch of highly detailed illustrations in that context - knowing that when I’m done with these 78 drawings, they won’t be just one-offs going on a wall somewhere, but that they’ll be accessible to anyone who is interested.

Do you keep a sketchbook or work your ideas as you go along? Organized, Sort of, or Complete Chaos? What’s your process for new ideas like? I’d say I exist in a constant state of Organized Chaos. My ideas, sketches, and concepts are spread all over the place - I’m usually bouncing between my planner, my journal, my phone, my sketchbook, my iPad Pro, and my desktop computer, and that’s probably the approximate order of where ideas get parsed out as well. When I’m working for a client, I move really quick, but with my personal stuff I’m a slow starter - I’m both heavy on self doubt and a perfectionist, so there’s often a LOOOOOOONG stretch of time between conception and completion of any given concept. I’m not one of those artists who can sit down and knock out two or three completed drawings in a day. Sometimes I’ll have a sketch on a Post-It in my office or an idea in a note on my phone for over a year before I even start to develop it. But once I really get going on something that I believe in, I get laser-focused.

What mediums do you love to work with? What are your essential art tools? My favorite medium right now is a huge wall - I’ve been working on murals since late 2016 and it’s so much fun and such a complete departure from my usual artistic process!

But my most comfortable, well-loved mediums are digital and plain old pen and paper. Drawing digitally, I used to work mostly in Photoshop on my desktop using an ancient Wacom tablet, but these days I spend a lot more time drawing in Procreate on my 10.5” iPad Pro (rose gold, obvi!). I know they’re not for everyone, but the iPad and Pencil have been a game changer for me creatively - I love being able to sit on the couch watching trashy reality TV while I work on fully layered digital pieces.

But still, sometimes nothing beats the classics. I pretty much exclusively use Canson Mixed Media XL sketchbooks, any size, because I like the heavy paper, spiral binding, and turquoise blue covers. I’ll draw with any old pencil - I mostly hoard and use ones I take from hotels when I’m in on trips - and Microns are my favorite drawing pens.

Who are some rad artists you think folks should definitely check out and follow? I love Jenee Larson’s super distinct style and sassy digital illustrations of petulant ladies - @bobbypinss Bianca Xunise makes the most poignant, funny, personal, emotional diary comics - @biancaxunise Ayaka Sakuranbo is a Tokyo-based artist and I’m obsessed with her whimsical paintings and incredible color palette - @ayakasakuranbo Ashley Lukashevsy makes powerful illustrations with a focus on intersectional feminism and anti-racism - @ashlukadraws Ms. Wearer based in the UK does amazing rainbow-drenched pop art - @ms_wearer Lilly Friedeberg in Dusseldorf is one of my favorite graphic designers; I love her clean, fun sensibility - @elfriede_s Yoko Honda’s work makes me want to transport myself INSIDE the beautiful world she’s created and live there forever - @yokopium

What’s a common misconception about what you do? There’s a lot more “boring office stuff” to my job than most people think. I wish I was drawing and painting and creating all day every day, but in truth I spend like half my time answering emails, fulfilling orders, taking inventory, going to the post office, keeping the online shop up to date, managing all manner of legal nonsense, staying on top of social media, hustling for new work, and so on.

What do you do to take a break from art life and just the day-to-day hustle of running a shop? Drawing is still a release for me, and my husband (@therealjoshr) is an artist too, so it’s not uncommon for us both to still want to be making stuff in our “off” time. When we’re not doing that, we like to do a lot of really grown up stuff like going to theme parks, arcades, swapmeets, and toy stores. We also like taking weekend trips, and I really love being in the desert, so we try to get out to Palm Springs and Joshua Tree as much as we can too.

What can you tell us about the art community around where you are? What’s the art scene and culture like? Orange County sometimes gets a bad rap, but I think it’s a really cool and diverse place to be a creative person. A lot of iconic art and punk rock and culture has come out of this area (just look at Vans!!)!

As an artist today in OC, I feel like there’s breathing room here - the contemporary and alternative art scenes are still growing and finding themselves here, so it doesn’t feel as high pressure as the larger LA art scene - but you’re close enough to LA to get involved in that scene, and you still have easy access to so many amazing shows and museums and events. There’s just something distinctive about Orange County that is hard to put your finger on unless you’ve kinda grown up here. I went to high school in Newport Beach; I’ve lived in Anaheim now for years - of course there are pockets everywhere where those Real Housewives stereotypes are painfully true, but that hasn’t been my overall experience in OC. I love it here and I really hope I can help the creative community here continue to develop.

What’s something you liked to see more of in art? More women in the spotlight.

What do you think you’d be doing if you weren’t an artist? Oh my god, probably working on a cruise ship or something. I didn’t go to school and I don’t really have any other marketable skills, so hopefully this works out!!

What are your FAVORITE Vans? It’s a toss up between two SK8 Hi’s - blush pink suede or baby blue faux fur. Don’t make me choose!!

What advice would you give someone thinking about art as a career? This is a super nebulous job choice, and “art as a career” in general is really subjective. Know yourself well, but don’t pinhole yourself. The scope of this creative industry is constantly shifting and changing, and things come in and out of fashion quickly. Something that’s your livelihood one year might become a nonstarter the next. If you can identify and remain true to the things that make you unique as an artist and the things people respond to in your work, the knowledge of that point of view will carry you from phase to phase.

What’s on the horizon for 2018? I’m still trying to figure that out myself! After some major plans I had for this year fell through at the last minute, I’m at kind of a blank slate phase in my career. I have a ton of different ideas and I’m trying to nurture them all to see what blossoms first! I’d really like to paint more murals this year, travel more for events, and continue to develop my more personal illustration work. Something I’m trying to keep in mind this year is that it’s OK to be small - not chasing the giant clients or the big money projects, and just doing work that fulfills me creatively and resonates with the people who care about what I do.

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pandatypewriter · 7 years ago

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Day6 Reaction: When their GF kisses them alot

OMG This was owed to the precious, patient nonnie that requested this basically half a year ago? Maybe? I’m not too sure! So much time has gone by, I’m so sorry! I know I can give yall a bunch of excuses but it all boils down was that I was unfortunately busy and was also being a lazy ass. But anyways further ado here is this cute Day6 reaction for the patient precious NONNIE! (A/N: went to their EveryDay6 in December and their vocals slayed me TT0TT)

Nonnie:

day6 reaction to gf kissing them a lot

Jae:

He would playfully tell you stop and that you’re being clingy, but in actuality the boy is loving the attention and affection. He would just love feeling your lips against his skin, whether it would be a full on kiss on the lips or just the slight brush of your lips against his cheek. They all sent his heart in a flurry. When you did stop your kissy action, you can bet that this sassmeister would would drop his jaw in confusion, not knowing you were messing with him since he kept teasing you. He’d try to coax you back into being so affectionate and kissy, but not be too obvious about it cause the man’s got his pride on the line too. More than likely though he’d cave and wrap you up in his giant body and pepper you with kisses.

Aye, I thought you didn’t like being all touchy feely *chuckles*

That was before you deprived me. I think that’s spousal abuse *kisses cheek*

One, we’re not married, Jae. And two, it's your fault for calling me clingy. *pinches his nose*

Ouch! See, more abuse. Gosh, I demand compensation or else Imma call my lawyers.

*rolls eyes* And compensation would that be?

*taps lips* this kind *cheeky grin*

*scoffs and smiles* You are ridiculous.

Ridiculously amazing *kisses your lips*

Young K:

LOVING IT. He would adore you being so kissy and affectionate cause one, he loves you, and two he loved you showering him with affection. He would just be lying on the couch writing some lyrics and you’d suddenly plop beside him and give him a kiss on a cheek before going on with your own business. A small, proud grin would spread on his face as he glance back you, debating whether to kiss you back or tease you….obviously he chose the latter. He’d ruffle your hair and joke about how he didn’t know he was dating a kissing monster. You’d just look up at him and flash him a grin before making a kissy face, telling him that it was too late to back out now.

Too late to back out if your scared, Brian~ *cooing*

Who’s Brian? Whoever the poor guy is, it looks like he’s stuck with such an adorable kissing monster *chuckles*

*Rolls eyes* yeah such an unfortunate guy *sarcasm* he gets stuck with these lips all to himself *makes kissy carp face*

*leans down to kiss you, but is immediately stopped by your hand*

Ah, these lips are reserved for Brian, remember? *giggles*

Well it just so happens that my names Brian as well. *Grins at your silliness*

Oh really?

Yep, now bring your adorable kissable lips over here *pecks your lips*

Sungjin:

Would be a grinning mess. He couldn’t help but smile everytime you’d nonchalantly kiss him on the lips every time the two of you met. It seemed very domestic like you two were a married couple, not that the two of you already didn’t act like one. He would always be in such a pleasant mood after you kiss him the maknaes would start to freak out. Earning them a glare from their Bob the Builder leader. With how elated he was from your affection and kisses, you can bet the other extreme occurs if he doesn’t get this TLC. He’d be a grumpy puppy, moping away and tuning his guitar for hours even if it was already tuned. The group would be perturbed by the now scary leader, but they knew exactly what to do to make their leader all bright and smiley again.

*dials phone* Hello? Y/N?

Hmm? Wonpilie? Hi! Whats up? Everything okay?

Uh not exactly….

Sungjin?

Sungjin.

Pass the phone to him *chuckles*

*passes the phone to Sungjin*

Sungjinnie~ Are you causing trouble for the group again?

Jagi! *mood automatically +100* How is your trip!?

*chuckles* Its good, its good. I heard that you’re missing me though.

I always miss you....I feel like I lost my daily dose of vitamins.

Wow, my kisses have been reduced to vitamins. *teases*

You know what I mean *scoffs, but smiles*

Well then let me give you your daily dose of vitamins *makes a kiss noise through the phone*

I guess that will do for now, but I expect the real thing when you get back. *chuckles*

Of course. *laughs* I have to go now. Tell the boys I miss them too and I’ll talk to you soon. Muah! *hangs up*

*Grins like a fools* Okay guys, let’s get practice started!!

*Jae whispers to Young K* Our Bob the Leader is whipped af.

Wonpil:

This precious little angel would be giggling and smiling at every brush of your lips, even if was as simple as a simple peck on the forehead. He would just immediately pull you into a hug and give you a kiss back. Just as you were a kissing addict he would be the same to you either more so or equal to you. You guys would be so cutesy and kissy that Jae would make gag noises every time he walked by the two of you. You would tease the giant elder by saying that he was just jealous, which would cause the elder to scoff asking why he would be jealous of Wonpil, which you would tease back saying that he was jealous of you. The elder would be immediately flustered and be like ‘You cray girl’ before rolling his eyes and going back to tuning his guitar. You and Wonpil would just giggle at how you managed to beat the sass meme king.

Nice! That’s my Jagi! *Grins and pecks your nose*

Of course! I’ve trained long and hard to beat Jae-hyung. *Chuckles*

That must have been so draining, Jagi

It’s okay cause I got all my energy from you *pecks him on the nose*

Then let me give you more energy *peppers your face with kisses*

*Young K, Sungjin, and Jae stare at you two deadpanned* I think I got a damn cavity…

Dowoon:

Awkward pup. Awkward pup times 1000. He would be so caught off guard by the sudden kisses no matter how long you two had been dating. You would find it so cute and endearing everytime jumped slightly at your pecks or even hold the spot where you kissed him. You remember one time he even dropped his drumstick because he was clutching his cheek in awe. Of course the hyung line would tease the lost little pup, but he paid them no mind. Were they getting kisses from the most beautiful girl in the world? No. So he won in the end. Though he might be as kissy as the other boys are he would definitely return your affection with cuddles. Everytime you kissed him on the cheek or lips he would pull you into a cuddle, letting out a low chuckle every time your hair tickled his nose. He would enjoy your warmth so much that the pup would even fall asleep.

DOWOON!

SHHHH! Sungjin-ah, Dowoon is sleeping *chuckles as you put your finger against your lips*

We have practice in 10 minutes and we need our drummer *chuckles and rolls his eyes*

Okay, okay, give me a sec...*Lightly shakes Dowoon* Dowoonie *shakes* Dowoonie *Shakes again*

Zzzzzzzz

Out like a rock like always *rolls eyes and heads towards the door* I’ll leave the alarm clock job to you, Y/N *chuckles*

Dowwwoooooonnnnn! *pokes his face* Gosh, am I dating a snorlax? *giggles* Ah! *Light bulb moment* *peppers his face with kisses*

Huh!? What!? *jolts awake*

Morning sleeping beauty *giggles*

Hi prince charming *grins*

I feel like something is a bit wrong with this fairytale *chuckles as you bopped his nose*

Hmmmm? Are we missing a witch cause I can go grab Sungjin hyu-

Oh God, Dowoonie, if you finish that sentence you might just be dead *chuckles*

Thanks for reading! Comments and Critiques are supper appreciated since I haven’t done these in a while XL

#day6 #day6 reactions #day6 young k #young k #brian kang #brian #day6 sungjin #park sungjin #day6 park sungjin #day6 jae #jae #Park Jaehyung #day6 wonpil #day6 reaction #wonpil #kim wonpil #dowoon #day6 dowoon

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bananashemmo · 7 years ago

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When We Collide (Part 47)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Masterlist: Here

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand

When We Collide on Wattpad

“The theories and articles are in fact, correct. Young movie director, Luke Hemmings, has in fact confirmed a kidnapping has been committed at his apartment. Investigators are currently performing their best to investigate the crime scene which is the director’s New York City luxurious penthouse apartment. The girl we are looking for is the director’s assistant, Y/N Y/L/N. Female, late in her pregnancy and with signatures looking like the following...”

Words seemed so faint in the background Luke couldn’t really fully focus if it was actually happening beside him.

His ass was so harshly pressed against the couch he was sure he would fall through the cushion and through the floor any second by now.

He felt completely numb.

Say it would have been days. It felt like it, like the time was completely snailing through everything. But it wasn’t. It had only been minutes, maybe an hour before everyone had figured it out.

Investigators were walking around the ‘crime scene’ talking about everything. He wasn’t listening. He was trying to think who wanted their revenge.

Hands were pressed together the color on his skin had almost turned white. More likely a yellow, expressing that he was basically cutting off his blood system.

It wasn’t that it hurt, he almost couldn’t feel it. The only thing he could feel was his heart pound faster than ever almost begging to come out from his chest. It was the only thing that actually hurt, besides the constant fear resting inside of him.

If he looked over his shoulder he could hear people talk. It was serious, he could tell and he knew he most probably had to listen but he was completely stuck to the couch.

Only a question here and there was answered. Where did he see you the last time, what were the last words and what had you worn today. It was like the only thing he could remember was your face as you left.

You should never have left in the first place, he thought.

It would have changed everything. He wouldn’t have been in this position now.

“The shirt is size XL. Suspect must be tall, at least 6′2 and fingerprints are about to get recognized from the sleeve.” A female investigator explained as she wore blue gloves and shared it with another worker.

Shoe prints on the balcony floor are currently being scanned. Nobody touches the floor before we are done.” Another one said but Luke didn’t even want to turn around to look.

He was in clear shock and everyone was giving him a small rest just to adjust what was going to happen.

His eyes flicked towards the investigator with chestnut colored hair walking past him as she put the black hoodie in a plastic bag.

He scanned it for a short second but it wasn’t something he could recognize. Like, everyone was wearing such shirts nowadays it would be impossible to remember one not wearing something like that.

As the investigator walked out of the front door she almost collided into a tall Ashton and Calum wanting to get inside of the apartment.

“It’s okay.” Luke held a hand in the air when one of the police officers held them outside to block them.

“They’re with me.”

For the first time in a while he stood up from his couch and walked forward. He could tell so many questions were crowded inside of Ashton’s head but there was no way possible he could answer them all.

“What-, Uh-,” Calum was the one speaking up at first but he clearly couldn’t understand what in the world was going on.

“Who took her?” Ashton was more settled with his question, eyes wide and dark just like the tone of his voice.

“If I knew, you’d think all these people would fill up my apartment?” Luke asked back.

He didn’t want to be rude but with his mood and the many thoughts in his mind he couldn’t help but fire back a sneaky comment.

Ashton understood right away the mood Luke was in, god he could totally relate to the situation he was standing in. Instead, he decided not to say something to it and ran a hand through his hair.

“What is he doing here?” He decided to ask instead, referering to Michael talking to some sort of interviewer.

“He was with me when she was kidnapped.” Luke explained, looking at Michael as well. He was baffling his arms in the air almost as if he was telling a story that was totally exaggerated.

Ashton and Calum both glanced at Luke by the mention, one eyebrow being lifted but it took Luke some seconds to realize what they were thinking.

“And that doesn’t ring a bell?” Calum asked and crossed his arms, “Don’t you think it’s just a tiny bit shady he’s in the apartment at the same time as your assistant slash pregnant roomie gets kidnapped?”

Luke looked between the both of them and it took him a split second to hurry towards Michael and pull him away from the interviewer.

Michael was pretty startled by the sudden hands on his shoulders, he barely got the chance to apologize to the interviewer before he was pulled away completely and pressed into the kitchen with Calum and Ashton.

“Woah, security guards, what is going on?” He almost raised his hands in surrender and looked between them with confused eyes.

“Michael, look at me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t have anything to do with this.” Luke looked at him seriously almost straight up in his face. There was no doubt in his tone that he needed the answer right away.

“What?” Michael blinked twice, almost needing the question to be repeated.

“You think I,” He pointed at himself, “Had anything to do with this?”

Luke looked at Michael with a shrug in the shoulder. When he thought about it he couldn’t just accuse him of something there wasn’t any clues to but he just needed to be sure. The whole investigation could be pointless.

“Luke come on.” Michael almost looked hurt, “After everything we’ve been through you believe I would steal your poor pregnant assistant? I could have easily bought myself a better one instead of just stealing her.”

“Yeah, he didn’t do it.” Calum mouthed to Ashton in a whisper but Luke heard.

“Don’t judge the guy, he’s blond.” Ashton muttered back, making both Luke and Michael turn their heads towards them.

“I can’t believe you would think I could do such thin-,”

“Yeah that’s great pretty boy.” Ashton mumbled and turned around quickly, “He’s out of suspect let’s hear what the police has to say.”

Michael almost felt offended by being interrupted in his deep speech, his eyes blinking open and watched as Luke also turned around to leave.

At first he just stared at them not realizing what was going on but afterwards he hurried to stand in their heels as they approached the investigators and the police.

“Any news?” Luke asked, standing behind the lady officer sitting in front of the computers they had set up on the dinner table.

“So far, nothing. We’ve checked camera rolls, video clips from down the streets but the suspect has been quiet the clever Cloe. No files seem to be erased yet there is nothing to find. It’s like whoever has stepped out from the apartment has completely vanished.”

“Maybe you should reload some of the clips from the elevator? Maybe we can kind something in that.” Ashton suggested, standing next to Luke with furrowed eyebrows.

“If the suspect hasn’t taken the stairs.” Calum mentioned quieter, already thinking forward but it was worth the shot.

The lady officer nodded her head in agreement and typed things onto the keyboard. Files spread on the three large computer screens they had put up for the investigations and it was a lot of things to look through.

“There.” Ashton pointed at one clip, “That timing and date seems perfect.”

“Let’s check it out.” The lady officer mumbled and she pressed her finger with a spare of cards symbol tattoo onto the mouse to load on the screen.

They all waited in anticipation as the file suddenly came up on the screen, showing someone stand with a black hoodie over their shoulders with the back facing the camera.

“That must be him!” Ashton exclaimed intensely, “Or her, for the matter.”

“I’m not sure if it’s the same hoodie. Seems more like a jacket.” The lady officer explained and when the second was at the most dramatic, everyone sighed in deep disappointment.

“That’s Michael.” Luke almost wanted to smack his head against the table.

As the person turned around and revealed who it was, the clear significant pointed to Michael. The blond hair, the stubble around the chin and the sunglasses to cover his face.

“That’s me!” Michael commented in an exciting tone and a smile broke to his face.

“Man, I look good in an elevator.”

Silence fell upon the room by the sudden comment, all eyes adverting to Michael who clearly didn’t understand the dramatic point of the situation.

“You bring a flat iron with you?” Calum almost couldn’t ask the question as he looked on the tape.

“What?” Michael asked and softly ran his fingers through his hair, “It’s hard to control the hair at cold months because it curls in the ends so I need to bring my straightener after leaving my house. I always carry it in my bag and it’s the reason why I wear my hoodie over the head. It protects the hair.”

A moment of another silence was completely offered to Michael. At least twenty eyes were staring at him almost in disbelief and it wasn’t until Calum coughed attention went back to the screen.

“The tapes are pointless. Calum is right. He or she must have taken the stairs.” The lady officer confirmed and another sigh of disappointment came from Luke.

“We have to do something.” He almost wanted to pull his hair out in frustration.

“Try give me your phone again.” She requested and Luke did as told, pulling it out from his pocket.

“And you’re sure the I.D caller was Unknown?” She asked, almost not wanting to touch it because it being such a clue to the whole investigation.

“I’m completely sure. Neither did I recognize the voice. It was completely unknown to me and I meet a lot of people in life. That voice, I couldn’t remember.”

The lady officer nodded her head in understanding and nodded a few people over to help. Luke and the others nodded intensely.

“What we are going to do is to hope that the suspect has seen the flash news on TV and such. It makes them believe they are something important, that their mission is heading towards the right direction. Hopefully, we expect they are going to call you again as you still haven’t proceed to do something about the kidnapping.

“Well that’s because some officers haven’t allowed me to leave the place.” Luke said almost through gritted teeth and glared towards the door.

“Exactly, but see it as a benefit, Mr. Hemmings.” The lady officer explained.

“What we are going to do is we will connect the phone to our system. If the phone calls again we will be able to track it all over the state at every mobile post that exist. It works almost 100% correct whether the I.D caller is known or Unknown.”

“But how do I make it call again?” Luke asked, not but getting the answer he wanted.

“We can’t decide that.” The lady officer saddened in her tone, “It’s all up to the suspects.”

Luke sighed heavily and looked down at his feet. It felt like no matter how many times things seemed to head forward he was stuck in the same position as before.

“We will wait.” He said bravely, “No matter if it takes all night then so be it.”

Luke headed away from the table just to get a breath of air. He didn’t know where to go because it was impossible and it didn’t take long before another interviewer showed up to speak with him.

“Luke?” She was careful in her tone, not wanting to disturb but still wanted to do her job.

“Heather.” Luke said back, recognizing her bouncy blond curls.

“I don’t want to disturb if you’re in deep thought,” She was still careful, “But is there anything you want to say to the world before we turn off for the night?”

Luke looked at her ready to reject but then a sudden confusion came to his face. It changed quickly to something that seemed to settle on something he took the microphone out of her hand.

His face was directed pointed towards the camera and he breathed in deeply to find the right words to say.

“Whoever did this. Whoever had the heart to do something so idiotic as kidnapping someone to get a benefit is what god wishes as something only happening in the movies. I hope whoever have done this to not only me but also to the girl that I love have the baddest feeling in the mouth. Nobody wants to go through the feeling of doubt, confusion and the constant fear of nothing moving forward like the way I’m feeling right now. Trust me when I say that I can feel my heart ready to pound out of my chest. Trust me when I say I can feel my throat ready to turn upside down. Trust me when I say that I’m ready to commit a murder of whoever decided to kidnap Y/N because this won’t end well and heads will roll.”

He looked at the kidnapper almost pressing the microphone into her chest, “That’s all I have to say to the idiots.”

Heather looked pretty surprised by Luke’s words, a little speechless but she seemed satisfied with what she got.

Luke cleared his mouth from the small bit of salvia that had arrived from not breathing through the words and his eyes were quick to glance back when movements came from behind him.

“The phone is calling.” The lady officer announced loudly and waved her hand for Luke to come.

“I.D caller is unknown, start the tracking devices.” She instructed harshly and Luke hurried over to grab the phone out of her hand.

“Remember, no provocation.” She warned at him carefully, pointing a finger at him.

Luke nodded his head and swallowed thickly as he answered the phone and shut his eyes.

“Hello?”

His voice almost echoed in the apartment, it was so quiet. Nobody was speaking a word, they didn’t dare to. The only thing was low machine noises coming from the detectors trying to register where the phone call was from.

Seconds passed by but nobody said a word. Luke was almost confused if it was just someone else calling out of accident but then he heard small sounds coming from the other end of the phone.

“Luke? Luke-, Please is that you?”

When he heard your voice he almost couldn’t believe his words. It cut through his heart like a sharp knife.

Ashton felt a jolt go through his body by your tone but Calum held him back from saying or doing something out of reaction.

“Lu-, Luke please, you have to do somethin-,” When the line was completely cut off so did Luke’s breathing.

“Did you get it?” Calum asked almost loudly as he watched the computers still trying to regestrate where it was coming from.

It was a stressful situation, it was hard to tell what was going on. Ashton and Calum were staring at the screen while Luke stood completely frozen with the phone not believing his ears.

“We’ve got it.” The lady officer announced when the screen changed with an address and google maps.

“We’ve found the location of the phone.”

“No time to fucking waste.” Luke, Ashton and Calum hurried towards the door with the rest of the crew.

“We need to leave right in the second. Get spread in the cars.”

Michael still stood by the computers looking confusedly around down at his fingers. It took him some time to register what had suddenly happened and he hurried towards the door as well.

“I’m going with you! This could be the biggest comeback of a movie ever.”

Luke barely heard what Michael had to say but neither did he care. Just the sound of your panic voice was enough to make him storm out of the door with a headed direction.

Little didn’t he known how cold, alone and scared you felt tied to a chair.

You had no idea for how long the drive had been, how you had suddenly appeared it almost felt like you had been drugged. You could have compared it to drinking and getting the blackouts.

Nothing seemed to be remembered clearly and god how you just wished you could get the headache away.

You were sure of one thing. You were tied to a chair. It was pretty obvious and you could feel how it was tightening around your stomach. They didn’t take anything for care and they had no hopes of believing you were okay.

“Did you hear the sound of his voice? He sounded so panicked!”

“Yeah I was pretty amazed too! Who could care that much for a poor girl and I baby. I wouldn’t. It doesn’t come with any benefits.”

You weren’t sure if you wanted to smack your head back and hopefully hit the back of the chair. That was how tired you were of listening to the two large tall males who had kidnapped you the second you came down to the last floor of the apartment.

They only went by the letters T and G. Most probably to cover up their original names and most importantly not to spoil anything when they had placed the phone to your mouth.

“Did you see him on the TV? He’s a wimp and I’m most probably can’t do a thing about anything.”

“Was he that bad in bed when he knocked you pregnant? He can’t even keep his arms up for a second I don’t believe he could do the same with his dick.” The guy to the left commented after banging his hand on the small TV.

His friend was laughing next to him, pretty amused by the situation.

“How about the two of you shut up for a second and start telling me what the hell is going on?” You were both stubborn but scared at the same time. They seemed like losers but still remained scary with their tall shadows.

“How about you shut up? I told you not to say anything as long as you were under our domand.” The guy to the right knocked on the TV once to get the channel right and headed towards you.

“Or, do I need to remind you again?” He headed forward and cold shivers ran down your spine as he collected a knife.

“You know that I can easily tear your pretty face with this?” He slowly pressed the blade against your cheek, “Or let’s say something else. An arm? Your stomach?”

“You don’t touch her.” You said through gritted teeth teeth but gasped when he grazed the knife against your arm.

“Oh so it’s a girl!” He said as if it actually impressed him and watched the blood leak from your arm.

It wasn’t a deep cut but enough for you to flinch. You couldn’t even remove the droplet of blood because of your hands being tied but you watched it slowly fall down onto your lap.

“Don’t act like you’re happy on my behalf.” You spat, almost not wanting to start the argument.

“But I am.” He said and spread his arms, “A girl means she’s already wrapped around his little finger! That only adds up your chances of survival you know. If he gets here in time.”

You watched him head towards a desk filled with cobweb. The place wasn’t really anything to brag about, it smelled horrible and could have been cut out from a scene.

“What is this? Why did you kidnap me?” You had asked the question a couple of times now.

“I’ve already answered you this.” The one still standing by the TV sighed.

“You’re the key to the diamonds.”

“I don’t get where you’re going.” You quivered an eyebrow and sincerely wished he could continue.

“To get to Luke, you need to get close to the thing he loves the most.”

“And that’s me?” You almost couldn’t believe his words.

“It’s you.” He pointed at you with a smile and moved the knife down, “And the baby.”

“But what about revenge?” You couldn’t get the things to seem right. Nothing seemed right about this, there was something he wasn’t telling you and you couldn’t figure it out.

“Who wants revenge if it’s the diamonds that are demanded?”

“I can’t tell you.” He shrugged like it was nothing and laughed. He was either being really stupid or just enjoying giving you this pain. You were left with no information.

“But aren’t you the one wanting revenge? Wanting the diamonds.” You looked between them, “The both of you.”

“Nahh.” The other one shrugged and crossed his arms, “We’re just the ones taking orders.”

You looked between them trying to read their faces but you couldn’t get them to say anything. You looked over their shoulders by the doors that were faintly covered by white duvets.

It wasn’t clear to see but two shadows were also creeping behind, not wanting to reveal their faces but you could feel the lump in your throat ready to choke you.

“Please tell me this is just a nightmare.” You whispered to yourself but as another droplet of blood hit your thigh you realized the reality.

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nanesedih · 4 years ago

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[25/04, 01:08] Carolina S Yana: Mau minta maaf

Dan bagaimana cara memperbaiki kesalahanku

Dan aku tetap ingat dan sayang andrea

[25/04, 01:28] Naomi: you're still my mom.

i know you love me.

you don't have to fix anything.

back then, i was really small, i haven't even have a soul.

i don't feel anything.

[25/04, 01:29] Naomi: i don't know but there are people that nurture me here.

they educate me.

they make me to be me.

[25/04, 09:57] Carolina S Yana: Mungkin tanya

Kenapa 10 th lalu mendatangi eya bude dan om jon

Ada yg ingin disampaikan?

[25/04, 10:01] Naomi: i just want to confirm about your worries.

you have a lot of worries about me that time.

and i have the chance to confirm.

don't worry mother.

i'm doing fine here.

they're really kind to me here.

they teach me a lot of things.

[25/04, 10:04] Carolina S Yana: Andrea...

Can I see you for a moment?

Or will we meet sometime?

Are they angel that nurture you all this time ? 😇

I wanna thanks them

[25/04, 10:07] Carolina S Yana: Did you came to my dream, fathers dream, and naomis dream last night?

What else you want to tell us, andrea

Ooh how I miss you , dear...

I made a song for you that time

[25/04, 10:10] Naomi: yes, mother.

i am, myself, are trained to become angel too.

our purpose is now to help humans.

you can see me for a moment if i have the permission to.

let's meet for a moment if i have the chance, mother.

[25/04, 10:12] Naomi: thankyou for remembering me.

thankyou for trying to contact me.

let's meet if i still have the permission to be here, mother.

i want to meet you too.

[25/04, 10:39] Naomi: i could confirm this is andrea

[25/04, 10:39] Naomi: energi dia beda

[25/04, 10:41] Naomi: ya sama". selesaikan semuanya sekarang supaya kamu bisa terbantu lega

[25/04, 10:41] Naomi: dia tidak akan berada di dunia ini untuk waktu yg lama

[25/04, 15:09] Carolina S Yana: [25/04, 13:54] eya XL: Aku geter bacanya

[25/04, 13:54] eya XL: Andrea sayang banget sama mama

[25/04, 13:54] eya XL: Sayang banget tulus banget

[25/04, 13:55] eya XL: Ga ada sedih marah atau apapun

[25/04, 13:56] eya XL: Sepertinya emang dia dilatih untuk seperti itu. Kan dia bukan lost soul.

[25/04, 14:01] eya XL: Setauku emang dulu om john bilang

[25/04, 14:01] eya XL: Andrea senyum

[25/04, 14:01] eya XL: Itu naomi bisa liat andrea ga?

[25/04, 14:01] eya XL: Soalnya seingetku aku pernah liat dia warnanya emas

[25/04, 14:01] eya XL: Sekelilingnya

[25/04, 15:10] Naomi: iyaaa emas sekelilingnya

[25/04, 15:10] Naomi: kaya tali nyala"

[25/04, 15:10] Naomi: terang gitu

[25/04, 19:42] Carolina S Yana: Om bilang makasih

Krn jd di hati jg jd lebih lega

Andrea baik dan sangat jd baik

Tp tetap kita akan ditanyain pertanggungjawaban nanti kalau sdh is dead

[25/04, 19:55] Naomi: td aku sempet ngobrol sm andrea, pas lg mandi

kan aku kalo mandi sering ngelamun, trus mikirin, "kok andrea bisa tumbuh ya?"

trus entah kepanggil atau gmn, andrea jawab "every seed of child that get aborted are stuck in this world. but sometimes they come, they choose a few of us, and the choosen ones are brought to their place, they train us, and so.

and the trained people there, we help the seeds that are stuck in this world. so its just keep going."

[25/04, 19:59] Naomi: trus kan aku tanya "why are you answering me now? i'm taking a shower and i'm just talking with myself. i don't expect you to answer actually."

andrea jawab "you guys have a lot of questions about me. and i want to clarify all of the questions while i have the opportunity."

[25/04, 23:35] Naomi: seingetku kurang lebih, "humans make mistakes. they have their own choices. and we can't change humans. we could only accompany them, without getting in the way for them."

[25/04, 23:45] Carolina S Yana: Mau nanya

Gimana cara aku dan om bisa lihat andrea ?

Bajunya andrea suka ga? Gimana cara supaya nyampe ke andrea?

Atau ga perlu ?

[25/04, 23:47] Carolina S Yana: Andrea ada pesan ga buat adik2nya

Eya dan dewa ?

[25/04, 23:48] Naomi: yes, but, i can't prove too much

[25/04, 23:49] Naomi: i like the dress, mother. thank you. it suits me really well.

[25/04, 23:53] Carolina S Yana: Ada pesan juga buat father ga?

[25/04, 23:54] Naomi: just be careful of this world. everything happens really fast. and sometimes it gets out of control.

[25/04, 23:55] Carolina S Yana: Aku td kaya denger

Mother its me andrea

I love you

[25/04, 23:56] Carolina S Yana: Aku berusaha merem sambil alfatihah

[25/04, 23:56] Carolina S Yana: Cuma lihat semacam kuning2 ga jelas

[25/04, 23:56] Naomi: itu aura di sekitarnya

[25/04, 23:56] Naomi: cahaya" gitu

[25/04, 23:56] Naomi: aksennya british bgt

[25/04, 23:59] Carolina S Yana: Andrea

I cant see u

Its okey mother

I really want to see u

Maybe some other time mother

[26/04, 00:05] Naomi: mother, you made a song for me, right?

can i hear it?

[26/04, 00:05] Naomi: i really want to spend this opportunity with you guys

[26/04, 00:06] Carolina S Yana: A little bit forget

Have to find the lyric first

But, i remember the beginning of the song

[26/04, 00:09] Naomi: having a conversation like this is already more than enough

[26/04, 00:10] Naomi: i'll spend 1 or 2 days here

[26/04, 00:10] Naomi: and then i have to go back

[26/04, 00:10] Carolina S Yana: Humans day ?

[26/04, 00:10] Naomi: yes

[26/04, 00:11] Carolina S Yana: Maybe tomorrow with naomi, i can see u

[26/04, 00:12] Naomi: i can't make sure. but we can try it, mother.

[26/04, 00:13] Carolina S Yana: So sorry andrea, i miss the lyric and the music too

[26/04, 00:14] Naomi: it's okay mother. thank you.

[26/04, 00:15] Carolina S Yana: How old are you now, andrea ?

28 in humans ?

Or different there?

[26/04, 00:17] Naomi: "we are different here. when we are brought here, we got to be eternal. our purpose is to help humans with their choices. we are eternal, mother"

[26/04, 00:40] Carolina S Yana: Kalau andrea pingin punya panggilan khusus buat eya boleh banget katanya

[26/04, 00:45] Naomi: i like "Selena". at first i want to use it for my last name. but i think it'll suits her more.

[26/04, 00:46] Carolina S Yana: Wow

What the meaning of selena, andrea ?

[26/04, 00:47] Naomi: it's the name of one of my friend

[26/04, 00:47] Naomi: we grew together

[26/04, 00:48] Carolina S Yana: Eya like that name, andrea

[26/04, 00:48] Carolina S Yana: You can call her

[26/04, 00:48] Carolina S Yana: With this special name

[26/04, 00:54] Naomi: selena, i'm sorry for all things that happens to you that time. i'm sorry for leaving you alone. i should've try to protect you.

thank you for seeing me that time. i just wanted to confirm about all of your questions. i'm sorry if i scared you back then.

thank you, selena.

let's meet again sometimes.

[26/04, 00:58] Carolina S Yana: It's okay Andrea. To be honest i wasnt really sure what i was seeing back then.. it was blurred even tho i could "see" the bigger picture of you. But Im glad i could see you. At least i know you're in good hands.

[26/04, 01:01] Naomi: i'm doing really well. you don't have to worry about me. i hope you're doing well too.

[26/04, 01:07] Naomi: dia bilang "it'll be better if they keep the dress themselves. so they could get a memory of me."

[26/04, 01:27] Naomi: "see you tommorow." kata andrea

[26/04, 01:32] Carolina S Yana: See you andrea

[26/04, 01:58] Naomi: dia jg sempet bilang, "some humans, the choosen ones, like you and selena, have a purpose too. the choosen ones are assigned to raise the world vibrations. you guys can do so by helping the lost spirits like you usually do, and etc. you can ask for the help of angels too, that now you trust them ;)"

[26/04, 02:00] Naomi: people won't believe you for doing this. but please keep doing what you usually do for the sake of the world

[26/04, 02:22] Naomi: kenapa kalian ga boleh kesini tanpa izin?

because if we stay on earth for too long, humans or even us, angels, could get attached to each other.

you won't like to see that happens.

[26/04, 02:33] Carolina S Yana: Dan why andrea choosen. Eya dan kamu jg choosen

[26/04, 02:34] Naomi: andrea jg bersyukur bgt dia dibawa dan dilatih sampai jd kaya skrg

[26/04, 02:34] Carolina S Yana: Aku dan om jg bersyukur banget

[26/04, 02:34] Carolina S Yana: Kalau ga dia lost soul ya

[26/04, 20:38] Naomi: jd td sempet ngobrol lumayan banyak sm andrea.

dia bilang "let's talk again tonight, mother still have questions about me. let's finish all of this tonight. tell father not to worry about me. i'm doing very well now."

[26/04, 20:40] Naomi: trus aku sempet mikir sendiri, what if i get emotional when you're going back?

dia lgsg tegas "you as a light worker are not allowed to get attached. you'll get more lessons in the future."

[26/04, 20:44] Naomi: td jg aku sempet dibersihin sm andrea. dia bilang "i'll cleanse you now, and i'll cleanse you again tonight before i go. i could only help you this time. you'll have to survive by your own in the future. there are going to be a lot of moments, so be prepared."

lalu pas dibersihin kepalaku entah diapain, kaya dimasukin samting di kiri atas.

andrea bilang "this could help you in the future."

[26/04, 20:47] Naomi: trus pas kepalaku dimasukin itu tetiba wanginya andrea makin kuat. sampe skrg masih wangi kuat bgt.

dia bilang "if you smell this suddenly, it's a sign from me."

aku jawab "i'll try to make this smell when i get home. i'll give it to mother too as a remembrance from you."

[26/04, 21:05] Carolina S Yana: Om mikir andrea juga ya?

[26/04, 21:06] Carolina S Yana: Why I know andrea is a girl ? Before ?

[26/04, 21:06] Carolina S Yana: Andrea felt me all this time ?

[26/04, 21:07] Carolina S Yana: Are you really in heaven? Literally heaven ?

[26/04, 21:07] Carolina S Yana: So if Im doing good I will meet you at heaven?

[26/04, 21:07] Carolina S Yana: What about my sin for you back then?

[26/04, 21:13] Naomi: there will be questions, mother. but don't worry. i were saved by them. and i have become one of them. i have forgive you from the first time. please keep this for yourself, mother.

[26/04, 21:21] Carolina S Yana: Thankyou andrea

[26/04, 21:22] Carolina S Yana: Thankyou for forgive me and your father

[26/04, 21:22] Carolina S Yana: Have you been there when father and brother had a big accident 3 years ago?

[26/04, 21:22] Carolina S Yana: Just curious

[26/04, 21:23] Naomi: "no, i can't be there that time. i can't mess with the timeline"

[26/04, 21:35] Carolina S Yana: Your sister selena dont want to continue with her gift?

[26/04, 21:36] Carolina S Yana: Do you mind if i pray in arabic ? Or how should i do

[26/04, 21:38] Naomi: it's okay mother. its her choice. don't force her because it could only get worse."

[26/04, 21:45] Naomi: just do as you usually do, mother. do the one you trust the most. don't force anything you don't trust

[26/04, 22:00] Carolina S Yana: Andrea, they allowed yiu to have family in this world?

[26/04, 22:00] Naomi: no they don't

[26/04, 22:01] Naomi: they just allow us to visit

[26/04, 22:01] Naomi: we could get too attached

[26/04, 22:01] Carolina S Yana: Why they allowed you to visit me ?

[26/04, 22:02] Naomi: i bring messages i have to tell, mother.

[26/04, 22:03] Carolina S Yana: Oh. The messages you give me in the first night?

[26/04, 22:03] Naomi: yes, mother.

[26/04, 22:03] Carolina S Yana: Okay...thankyou angels for allowing my andrea to visit me 🙏🏻

[26/04, 22:08] Carolina S Yana: U have to leave now?

[26/04, 22:08] Naomi: no, we still have a few hours.

[26/04, 22:08] Carolina S Yana: Thanks God

[26/04, 22:41] Naomi: all of us will meet at the end. i hope.

[26/04, 22:42] Naomi: all of us have a different path. and we can't force the path.

[26/04, 22:43] Carolina S Yana: Will you still feel me after this time?

[26/04, 22:44] Naomi: mother, i could feel you all the time.

[26/04, 22:44] Naomi: i just don't have the chance to come.

[26/04, 22:47] Carolina S Yana: Its okey

Im happy to "see" you and feel you now and "talk" with you...

Please say thankyou to all the people that choosed you and nurture you and educated you all this time

[26/04, 22:47] Carolina S Yana: Aku sangat lega

Aduh apa inggris nya

Sambil diajak ngobrol ini ilang vocab semua

[26/04, 22:48] Naomi: i'm very relieved (?)

[26/04, 22:49] Naomi: yes i will, mother.

[26/04, 22:54] Naomi: i hope i could solve all of your curiosity about me this time. i'm sorry for making you worried for years.

[26/04, 22:56] Carolina S Yana: Your father say

I love her

He loves you andrea

[26/04, 22:58] Naomi: yes, mother.

[26/04, 22:59] Naomi: please tell indah it's not her fault to be born in this world. she still needs some help.

[26/04, 22:59] Naomi: it applies to you too, mother.

[26/04, 23:00] Naomi: it's not your fault.

[26/04, 23:00] Naomi: it's just the path of your life.

[26/04, 23:00] Naomi: don't cry, i love you, mother.

[26/04, 23:07] Carolina S Yana: Im not cry and im not sad

Im very very happy for you andrea

My sweet girl

I love you

[26/04, 23:08] Carolina S Yana: It is not your fault...andrea

Its our fault

[26/04, 23:08] Carolina S Yana: Your father say

Maafin papa

[26/04, 23:09] Carolina S Yana: Will you come to his and my dream?

We will very happy to see you

[26/04, 23:09] Carolina S Yana: We can not see you

[26/04, 23:10] Carolina S Yana: We are not gifted

[26/04, 23:10] Carolina S Yana: Okey i will do

[26/04, 23:11] Carolina S Yana: You want to say something more to your sister brother and father ?

[26/04, 23:11] Naomi: father, i hope you're doing well.

[26/04, 23:12] Naomi: i'll try...

[26/04, 23:13] Naomi: mother, you already have a "picture" of me in your heart. just use that for visualisation. it's okay, mother. you don't have to see me.

[26/04, 23:13] Naomi: it's getting warm here, i think i have to go by midnight

[26/04, 23:15] Carolina S Yana: Yes.

And your father have a visual from your sister that wearing you dress

[26/04, 23:17] Carolina S Yana: We will keep your dress and put on some parfume from naomi

[26/04, 23:18] Naomi: yes, mother. just remember if you smell that suddenly, it's a sign coming from me.

[26/04, 23:22] Naomi: father, thank you for everything.

selena, you don't have to force yourself through things you hate. if want to close your gift, it's your choice. you can do that if it ease you.

hi brother, just believe what you believe. don't put pressure to believe anything.

[26/04, 23:24] Carolina S Yana: Father say

Kamu akan selalu di hatinya papa dan dipikiran papa

[26/04, 23:24] Naomi: i know, father.

[26/04, 23:26] Naomi: mother, i actually want to write you a letter but i don't have the time.

mother, thank you for everything you have done to me. your prayers, your music, your presence means a lot to me.

[26/04, 23:26] Naomi: let's keep going and let's have a good life.

[26/04, 23:27] Naomi: do you have anything to say, mother?

[26/04, 23:28] Naomi: i have to go in a moment

[26/04, 23:28] Carolina S Yana: Your fathers just say

ilove you

[26/04, 23:28] Carolina S Yana: I love you andrea

[26/04, 23:28] Carolina S Yana: Jadilah kamu

[26/04, 23:29] Carolina S Yana: Saya sudah lega

[26/04, 23:29] Carolina S Yana: Terimaaksih atas 2 3 hari ini

[26/04, 23:29] Carolina S Yana: Jadilah kamu seperti yg memang seharusnya

[26/04, 23:29] Carolina S Yana: Jadilah baik

[26/04, 23:29] Carolina S Yana: We love you...

[26/04, 23:30] Carolina S Yana: Bye andrea...

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jd07201990 · 7 years ago

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I’d only been sent to this damn Meathead camp on a fluke decision by the court judge. He decided to “make an example” of me, after I’d been “caught” smuggling booze into a party. I was the one who REPORTED the damn party in the first place! But none of the other guys would fess up, and because I “looked the part” of a badboy, wearing my leather jacket and tight jeans, they slammed the book on me. 6 months At the Reform Camp that seemed to crop up out of nowhere a good while back, and I’d be free. Whatever, I can handle it!

Well, fuck! I told you I could handle this shit! It’s already been 3 months! Sure, whatever they seem to be doing here with the fucked-up classes, the enforced workouts and disciplinary labor, the massive canteen portions and mandatory vitamin supplements did kinda have an effect on me, just a bit. But I swear, I’ll be out before they manage to do whatever they did to those big disgusting brutes in the upperclassman buildings! God, it’s like their brains drained out of their heads or something!

4 months on, I was definitely fit. No, you know what, fuck it, I’m hot! Whatever they keep giving us underclassman seems to have widened out our shoulders, beefed us up a little. Hell, even our bulges seem to pack tighter into the uniform jockstraps and dark green gymshorts. I ain’t complaining! Even if I did have to start showering 3 times a day to hide the funk I’m sweating up. But hey, I’m no meathead! I’ve already seen a few of my “grade” jock out. It’s like… like their brains leaked down into their balls… B… Brains in your balls…. More… more cum… more dumb… Massive, manly… manly bulge… FUCK! No! Fuck, I should say things like that, it’s what they’d WANT me to say!

Damn it! I’ve managed to keep the weight off… I’ve limited my meals, limited my, my workouts… Even stopped jackin’ it in the showers like all the other Br… bro… damn it, BOYS! Fuck I don’t know why I keep slippin’ up like this! They’re gettin’ in everyone's’ heads! No, not mine! I’m smarter than that!!! I plug my ears at night to stop the white noise hissing over the speakers…

But… But it feels so good to listen and obey dude… Listen, and leak…. Leak and obey… FUUUUCK! I gotta cum! Just once!! But… Last time I creamed, I woke up and smelled my fuckin pits reeking like those massi…. Massive… Manly…. Manly men… Stinkin’ swole…. Sweat is power… powerful penis… brains in your balls bro…. Uuuugh! No, No stop it! I can fight this! One more month and I’m OUT!

***

No! Dudes!? Where’re you taking me!! Come on! Fuuuck put me down! Woah! Hey!! NO! Not there!!! That’s the cesspool! Come’on bro!! Not there!!! Fuuuck NO! *splash*

Everything went dark, silent. The warm goopy mass engulfed me as I squirmed and flailed to get back out. I could feel the grimy, gritty muck coating every inch of me, from head to toe, scraping at my skin, sliding between my toes, encasing me. I panicked, screamed, but my voice caught in my throat as it burned suddenly, cracked, I hiccupped, then a deep, rumbling dim bellow echoed across the open area as the dudes watched me scramble up out of the mud pit.

I was coughing, clutching my throat, feeing the lump form under my hand, as my palm made a sickening crunch, and expanded. I held it in front of me, watching it full out, looking rough and calloused, not the same nimble-fingered hand I’d used for playing guitar. I yelled out again, hearing my voice crack embarrassingly once more, then settle down into a deep timbre, the tone I’d heard countless times from the upperclassman, and from the dumb jocks at school.

I felt my entire body tremble, tensing up like piano wire. Every muscle feeling like it was trying to tear my bones apart. A few squelching pops alerted me to my shoulders and chest breaking apart, snapping and widening in a virile explosion of muscle, filling in suddenly with corded bulk.

It traveled down my arms, stretching and lengthening, bulging large thick muscle filling in, the weight was a shock, and the sudden strength made me flex involuntarily. My body went into forced poses, while my torso broke, snapped, squelched and filled in with heavy, thickly built muscle the likes I’d only seen on the biggest of the Meatheads here.

I was hit with an obnoxious reeking stench, worse than ever, as hair filled in under my hefty arms, smelling like pure testosterone induced BO. I huffed it and shuddered as the effects traveled down my torso to my waist, my hips synching inward, forming that ever sought-after V-Taper shape from shoulder to hip. Then, I felt as if I’d been kicked in the balls!

My cock lurched up, pointing upward, throbbing hard as precum started to spew in short spurts, my balls churning up and bulging, enlarging from large grapes, to chicken eggs. Dropping low in their sack as a new scent engulfed my senses. Balls. Sweaty musky balls. I humped the air involuntarily, the hormone rush too much, as my cock became a veritable salami, thick, long, powerful. It’d fill my jock to bursting. I needed to cum so bad! My meaty hand grabbed hold of my rod and squeezed, then started jacking, rough and hard, long strokes as my legs lurched upward, gaining length, I was taller now. So tall… so big.. so manly…. Fuuuuck! I had to cum!

My legs became powerfully built told for running, jumping, kicking. Thick thighs and football sized calves lead down to tiny feet, that cracked and popped menacingly. I fell onto my thick bubble ass as they expanded, toes splayed as they became massive boats, capable of carrying my new weight! Size 18, the uniform building workers would later tell me.

After the changes seemed to settle, my bones snapping into place, I was left on the ground, humping my fist, grunting like an animal covered in mud, my sweat washing it off me as the guy’s who threw me in cheered and teased me. Apparently, they knew I was only a short time away from being freed, and didn’t think I deserved to go without having the full benefits of the Camp bestowed on me. They were jealous that I’d been able to fight, and stay relatively small, fit as fuck, but not a huge meathead like them. They saw to it that I’d be leaving in an xl graduation uniform. Tank and gym shorts, sneakers and a jock.

I came like a rocket, spewing a load a Clydesdale would be envious of. Then, I passed out. I woke up hours later in the infirmary, with an IV in my beefy forearm. I was dehydrated, I guess. I couldn’t understand what the Nurse Dudes were saying. I was dizzy, sore, felt like a train had hit me. They told me to take one of the Camp Cellphones and text my Dad to pick me up, that I’d been freed early.

I typed out, “Dad, gotta come get me, I got out early cus I’m a fuckin beast yo!” I flexed in the mirror and sent him the pic. When I had, the big bossman came down to see me. I… don’t remember what he said… only that, I’ve got a …. A massive manly… bulge…. Brains… in my balls…. Big… dumb, full of…cum… fuuuuuck dude!! FUCK YAH!

When my dad came to get me, he nearly passed out. Had to roll down the windows in the car cus they didn’t let me shower up before leaving. The judge at my last hearing smiled down and reached to shake my hand. He winced when I gave it a good squeeze and thanked him for “goin’ easy on me”

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notnaturalanahi · 7 years ago

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The Room (part 6 of The Concert)

Characters: Rock star! Jensen Ackles, Female!Reader

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word count: 1299

Warnings: Awkwardness, sexual tension.

Series sumamary: You finally get to see her favorite singer perform live. In the middle of the show something you never thought would be even possible unexpectedly happens, Jensen Ackles to notices little ol’ you among an ocean of people, resulting in him asking you for a date once the show ends...

Chapter summary: You’re finally in Jensen’s hotel room, everything’s going great, until he makes a move that might lead into something you’re not sure you want yet...

A/N: Thanks to @nadiandreu7 for the read over. Unbeta’d so yay for mistakes. This part is more like a prelude to a more intense situation that’ll come. Also this is my colaboration for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing Hiatus Writing Challenge Week 17.

Prompt: “Tell me something I don’t know about you.”

Join my tag list! Also some feedback would be nice :)

The Concert Masterlist

6) The Room

“I gotta be honest, here…” You turn from the window. Jensen stands by the open suitcase at the end of the bed, looking for a shirt for you to wear. Your eyes focus on him, the way his black t-shirt tugs around his biceps and his shoulder blades.

“What’s that,” he asks, suddenly facing you forehead wrinkles on show, a grey henley on his hand. You quickly snap out of your trance, a hint of a blush crawls up your face. You cannot see it, but you certainly can feel the heat.

“I thought you’d be the kind of guy with the presidential suite,” you shrug. He smiles a little unsure, a couple of tiny dimples above his mouth let themselves see for a fraction of a second. “You, satin sheets and green gummy bear… yuk!” Your shiver. The room it’s not the most bleak and simple but it isn’t flamboyant and over the top either.

Jensen takes a few steps towards you. “Don’t you like gummy bears?”

“Yeah, who doesn’t. Just not the green ones, ew.” He’s feet keep leading him to you, yet you miss it since you closed your eyes and exaggerated a disgusted expression because of the green gummy bears.

And then he's standing there, in front of you, taking over your personal space, overwhelming your scents with his intoxicating being. “I just need a comfy bed and my guitar.” Jensen takes one final step, the tip of his biker boots make contact with the rubber end of your converse.

“That and WiFi.” You pull back a little, smiling and nodding towards his laptop. Resting on top of a bureau, the screen is off but the little blue light on the side, shows that’s working keeps blinking.

“What?” His gaze follows you and as soon as they see what you saw he grins. “Oh, yeah. I can sleep anywhere actually, but if there's not a stable Internet connection, I'm outta there!” He thumbed over his shoulder, crows feet on both sides of his eyes.

“Same,” you agreed.

“I hope you like gray.” Jensen waves the shirt on his hand for you to take. The bathroom's behind that door, you'll have some privacy there…” You give him a little cocked eyebrow, like he wouldn’t turn back if you have to change there?

“In the meantime,” he adds. A little side smirk oh his lips. “I'll call to ask about laundry service,” and he trails off a little. “So you know. You’ll go home wearing your own clothes, that way tabloids won't be announcing you left here with mine.”

“Okay,” you reach out and take the shirt already starting towards the bathroom. But the you stop and turn around. “Would that be a bad thing, though?” you try a teasing tone, not sure if you accomplished by the way his burrow furrows for a moment.

“You mean, for me?” he’s quickly to ask defensively, you nod. “No, I thought perhaps it would be… for you.” You shrug and shake your head, spinning back around and closing the bathroom door behind you.

“Tell me something I don’t know about you.”

“Uh-What?” Jensen stammers, his head whips around eyes tear from the window view, the arm he’s been leaning on above his head, drops slapping his own thigh.

You tilt your head to the side, lifting your arms and opening them wide, silently asking if you look good on his XL shirt. He nods slowly, his body accompanies his movements and you almost regret speaking and interrupting his concentration because you lose sight of his perky butt in those pants.

“What you mean,” he asks while long strides get him closer to you again.

“You always answer a question with another question,” chuckling you take a step to the side, pulling the long sleeves over your forearms to grab one of the beers he clearly got from the mini fridge, your gaze goes back to his as you fingers grip around the long neck, he answers with his eyebrows and extends his hand, you give him the bottle.

“I mean, I know a lot about you, obviously,” your eyes roll. “So will you tell me something I don’t know, something maybe you’d never told anyone?” Jensen twits the crown cap of the bottle, kicking it to one corner of the room when it starts falling to the ground.

“Bravo!” You take back the open beer.

Jensen licks his lips watching you drink. Your eyebrows go up when he hasn’t said anything yet. “I didn’t know you had such good reflexes,” you swallow and cover your mouth with the tips of your fingers to avoid the eminent brutp to go out to the world. “No, maybe I did. You always do that thing with the microphone.”

He takes your hand, the sleeve you pushed up a moment ago, felt back up to your fingers so there’s no skin to skin contact as he leads you to the foot of the bed and sits back down, pulling you with him. “You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to,” you say softly when he sucks in his upper lip and roughly rubs his eyebrows. “It was just a suggestion, you know… to break the ice again.”

Jensen smiles, tongue coming back out to wet his lips and suddenly you remember what it's like to to kiss him and you see yourself forced to swallow down the knot in your throat. He looks kinda vulnerable, it would be wrong to jump him and steal a kiss right now… or would it? Yeah it would.

“I can tell you a secret of mine,” you offer. “Not like a quid pro quo thing, just a confession of sorts,” your teeth show a little as you try a grin that probably doesn’t seem as creepy as it feels.

He chuckles. “Okay,” he nods, tongue running over his teeth under his closed mouth.

“I can never know when to shut up, specially when I’m nervous, actually when I’m nervous I can either turn into a mute, I’d be completely silent or I’ll start rambling nonstop about random things. Like this one time I was with-” you’re about to start rambling when you realize and stop yourself. “Like now!”

Jensen laughs. “So you’re nervous?”

“Um, yeah,” you smile awkwardly.

“Wanna know what I do when I’m nervous about doing something,” he asks. You urge him to keep going with your eyes and tilt of your head. “I close my eyes,” his voice dropping to a whisper, your back straightens feeling his long warm fingers slide to the back of your head.

Your whole body shakes because of his light feather touch, Jensen smiles and you close your eyes. “I take a deep breath, and just go for it.” His lids drop, eyelashes locking with each other and he leans towards you, lips glistening with traits of saliva. His hand behind you head urges you to him.

“Wait!” you stop him, straightening your back, his fingers still tangled with your nape hairs. Jense’s eyes pop open. “Am I making you nervous?” biting the tip of your tongue you tease with a little neck movement.

Jensen snorts and chuckles a bit, a gummy grin on display while the skin around his eyes wrinkle with happiness. “Me?” you push.

He licks his lips again before sucking his upper lip into his mouth up to the philtrum, nodding slowly. “Right now, you sitting on my bed, wearing my shirt… yeah, you’re making me feel a whole kinda different feelings but nervous ain’t one of them.”

Your eyes widen at his confession and before you can even begin to think what you might say to that his plump, warm, wet lips press to yours and you instinctively pull back.

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