#Gotta be faster than that Josh

[mermmarie]

Better watch your back, Cochise.

[futturmangamez]

Guys I saw this really cute stray cat outside of my job while I was eating lunch! I gave it a piece of ham from my sandwich because it was watching me eat 🥺

Heres the pic I took of it before it started fucking GROWLING at me for more and I had to run back inside because it was chasing me🤧😭can never do anything nice mannn

[gretavanlace]

Hush

Josh Kiszka x reader

18+ only Minors do not interact

Warnings: graphic sexual content, dirty talk, choking, light degradation, praise, slight dom/sub/switch dynamic, language, etc

Josh is vocal.

That is certainly no secret.

Anyone who has watched him strut about a stage, microphone in hand, knows that.

Off stage, he talks incessantly about both the things that matter to him, and the mundane. Things he is passionate about. Things that light fires within him and drive him to create and pack this world as full of his heart as he possibly can. Arbitrary ideas and notions. Strange ponderings.

Pontification, he likes to call it.

He’s also vocally boisterous when agitated. He loathes waiting, and will mutter complaints near your ear in line until you’re willing your eyes not to roll. A phone call to vent about the antics of one brother or another from the studio is a regular occurrence and can be counted on just like death and taxes.

“Samuel was even later than I was,” he might huff, “and now Jake’s guitar needs to be restrung because fuck this whole world if he has to use a backup. I hate them, and I want to come home to you, light of my life, keeper of the stars, goddess of all that is— oh, we’re ready…gotta go.”

Josh murmurs in his sleep, sings in the shower, talks himself through menial tasks, hums in the grocery store, carries on one-sided conversations with the cat who simply chirps along while swirling around his ankles.

At least twice a night he snatches you from drifting off to sleep with a question: Do you think I should call my mom more? If I miss her, she must miss me. Or, Did I ever tell you about that time that Jake ate shit and fell in the lake? I was thinking about it today, and…

Random thoughts and idle musings he can’t help but verbalize, you hear them all. Mostly. The ones you aren’t privy to, fall upon the nearest ear - but he’s so fucking charming even a stranger is happy to play sounding board.

Josh is also expressive when you’re wrapped up in soft, linen sheets…or wherever else he’s decided he can no longer wait to have you.

Whispers of devotion swelling like a gentle breeze across the hum of your pulse when he makes love to you. Filthy, dirty, blush-inducing declarations when he’s fucking into your trembling body like he’ll never touch it again.

And you love it…all of it. But now - with your visiting sister slumbering in the guest room on the other side of the wall - is certainly not the time.

“Baby, please…” his mouth is sucking gently along your collarbone as he grinds into you slowly, friction hard and constant against your greedy, swollen clit, “let me fuck you faster…c’mon, I need it.”

”What you need, is to be quiet,” your voice is a stern whisper, but your hands are tender in his hair.

He could easily set a pace as brutal as he desired if he felt inclined to disobey…but, ever the sweetest switch, he has opted to play nice tonight.

”I’ll be quiet,” he promises. It is a lie he truly believes, and to prove that point, you clench around him and draw forth a pitiful groan from deep within his chest.

A swift pinch at his side serves as punishment ”Shut. Up.”

”Fuck you,” he sounds deliciously desperate, “You did that on purpose. Squeezing me with that beautiful pussy…goddamn.”

”What’s going to happen if I let you make me cum? Hmm?” Your mouth falls into a delicate pout as if you just feel so sorry for him, “You know how tight I get. How I just hug your cock all snug and wet…”

”And warm,” he adds, lost in it, daydreaming in the dark of night and twitching inside the embrace of your cunt, “Soft as satin, sucking me right in…oh my god, baby, please.”

He begins moving with more purpose, dragging the head of his cock against that lovely little spot that will render you incoherent if you allow it to.

”Oh my god, please,” you mock quietly, “Look at you Joshua, what a whiny baby. What are you begging for? Pussy? Is that what you need?”

He nods frantically against your sternum, as though he doesn’t trust himself to look up at you.

You feign confusion wickedly “But you’ve got that. You’re already inside me…”

“Faster,” he breathes, biting and mouthing at your shoulder now, “Need it faster, and harder. It’s too slow, I need more.”

Clicking your tongue like he is a poor, pathetic sight to behold, you shake your head, “Slow down.”

”No, please don’t make me,” he slows, as instructed, but trails off with a whimper.

So, maybe there’s no ‘like’ about it, maybe he really is a poor, pathetic sight to behold. Yes, you decide, that’s exactly what he is…

…so why not push him even further?

With a swift tug on the roots of his curls, you issue an order ”Stay still.”

Despondent and mournful, he groans into the crook of your neck and grabs at your hips so tightly you’ll be admiring raspberry bruises in the mirror come morning. “C’mon, baby girl…lemme take it. I fucking want it.”

If he were looking at you, he’d see the devilish gleam in your eye. Aren’t you an awful witch tonight? “What? Don’t you like it when I keep your pretty cock warm for you?”

He flexes hard inside of you, simply to gain even a hint of friction. “You’re being so fucking mean.”

”Mean?” You coil around the throbbing length of him and he shudders out the tiniest sound, “If I was mean, I’d lock your pretty cock in a cage and fuck your face all night.”

For a moment, he shirks his submissive edge and hisses in your ear, low and slow, “Liar. Not with little sister in the next room…you couldn’t keep quiet with my face between your legs if someone fucking paid you to.”

In response, you shove him back and roll until your thighs are locked around his waist, the crown of his cock nestled against your clit as your hips swivel heated circles.

”Does that feel good, baby?” You’re taunting him cruelly while, in contrast, lovingly reaching up to smooth the furrow from his brow. “Does that just feel so good?”

”Wanna put it back inside,” his eyes squint shut and anyone who didn’t know better might think his expression is that of suffering. “Perfect fucking cunt, so tight, so…”

”Shh,” you quiet him with a hand wrapped around his throat, relishing the way his adam’s apple slides against your palm when he swallows hard, “shut your mouth for once.”

He’s staring up at you, wide-eyed and needy, like you painted the stars in the sky, gorgeous and glittering, just for him…and how you wish that were true. How you wish you could give him something so profound. Something worthy of his light.

”I won’t make a sound,” his vow sounds out, a cross between the honesty he wishes it to be rooted in, and the lie he knows it to be. “C’mon baby, please…fuck me sweet.”

Does he really want it sweet? Or is he simply aware that that’s all he is capable of quietly handling?

Likely the latter.

Your fingers have found your nipples, twisting and tugging on them as they tighten into pink pebbles that send shivers crawling down into your stomach with every pull. His eyes lock in on you, watching you tease them as his breathing kicks up into a frenzy.

“You’re pushing it,” he warns, grip pulling you down closer as he rocks his hips up to meet you. “Keep it up and I’m gonna fucking take it. Be a good girl now, baby…I’m done with your shit.”

”Yeah?” Your eyebrow raises in silent challenge. Does he have it in him tonight?

“Yeah.” He nods, licking his thumb to swirl much too gently across your clit.

”I think you should just behave and be grateful for what you’re—“

Stunned and dazed, the room blurs around you as you’re flipped and tossed until your cheek is pressed against the cool, crisp sheets. They smell of him, and you breathe Josh in until your lungs ache while his cock teases at your entrance from behind.

His body folds over yours until his lips sweep the shell of your ear, “You’ve done it now, baby girl. Better be quiet, yeah? Not a sound.”

With a swift snap of his hips, the silken glide of his cock fills you full as his palm presses against your lips to muffle the high-pitched moan that gasps out of you.

”Now who’s the whiny baby?” his perfect teeth sink into your earlobe and tug until it blooms with heat. The moan that seeps into his soft skin causes his lips to curl into a smirk you can feel. “This is what you wanted, you think I don’t know that?”

He has begun moving at an excruciatingly slow place, the head of his cock dragging gently inside you just right…but you need more.

”You think I didn’t know that you wanted me to just fucking take it all along?”

You nod urgently, tangling your hair against the pillowcase. Of course he knew, he knows you better than you know yourself. There are no secrets to be hidden away when it comes to Joshua. He hunts each and every one down like glittering treasure with ease…your body his map, the pools of your eyes ciphers he decodes without even trying.

His tongue is dancing its way along your jaw now, springing chills to life upon your flushed skin ”Tell me how good my cock feels and I’ll fuck you full.”

Another woeful sound shakes out of you and a rumbling, gravelly laugh huffs warm against your cheek, “My poor, sweet baby can dish it just fine tonight, but she can’t take it? Is that it?”

With a shhh that makes you feel weighed down heavy with lust, he lifts his palm away from your mouth. “I can take it,” you promise in a hush, “Please…I can take it, I swear.”

He is so still inside you, but the familiar stretch is enough to send a tremble tripping up your spine, spider-cracking like a jolt of electric pleasure. “But can you take it quietly? Can you be a real good girl or should I gag you like a whore?”

”I’ll be a good girl,” you breathe, relishing the sound that slips out of him, a cross between famished desire and worshipful devotion.

“Yeah?” He’s enjoying this little game too much to wave goodbye to it just yet, “You’ll be a good girl if I give you this cock?” He presses in so deeply there’s nothing left for him to give, “You’ll take it quietly and squeeze it nice and tight? Soak it with your little wet cunt when I make you cum?”

He can feel you clenching already, twisting around him like a fist, milking him, pulling him in, starved for more.

”Yes, yes, yes,” you chant softly, begging for him to get on with it, “Just fuck me, Josh…please,”

There’s that sinful mouth of his again, ghosting over your ear, “Just fuck me Josh,” he mocks in a velvet whisper, “Please.”

A sob escapes you and turns the apples of your cheeks pink…he echoes the sound back to you and fans the flames of your delectable shame.

”Quiet now, baby…” he reminds you, tone taunting and laced with self-satisfaction, “You just bite down on the pillow if it gets to be too much, and I’ll bite down on you.”

You tighten around him at the mere thought of it and tug an achingly gorgeous grunt from deep within his chest, “You like that? You want me to bite you to keep quiet? Mark you up all pretty?”

”Fuck…” you reach back and grab for him, fingers sinking into the curve of his waist, begging for it with your entire body.

You can’t seem to manage much more, but it’s enough for him, and with a swift pull back, he snaps his hips hard and fast and sets a relentlessly feral pace in motion.

The head of his cock, thick and suede-soft, kisses your cervix with each inward push, driving a wild sound out of you that you smother into the pillow, tongue dragging against the worn cotton as though it were his mouth.

His teeth are peppering your back and shoulders, gnashing his own moans way down deep into your flesh where you will secret them away forever. He gifts each sound to you on a gorgeous, stinging platter and you only want more, more, more. It is never enough with him…you are gluttonous for whatever he sees fit to offer.

”You feel so fucking good, baby,” it comes undulating across your cheekbone like a warm, languorous breeze, “So fucking wet, I can feel you all over me. You’re gonna make me cum.”

He grows impossibly hard within you and that, along with the filth he is sighing into the night and the drags of his teeth, sends you careening over the edge you had no idea you were so close to. You explode around him, and his weight grows heavier atop you as his thrusts lose rhythm.

“That’s it,” his praise is clipped and winded, “just - fuck - just like that. Keep going, so tight, messy pretty fucking pussy, make me cum, baby, please…make me fucking cum.”

He’s babbling like a brook you want to lie beside and listen to for the rest of your life. So beautiful. So Josh. But so quietly, and you know how difficult it must be for him, how hard he must be trying, and you love him all the more for it.

With a final, vicious bite, he coaxes a hiss out of you that makes him see stars as he lets go, fucking himself deeper and deeper as he rides it out, moans pressed into your glazed, shivering body like flowers in between the pages of a book.

And still, you only want more. You want his jaw to lock, his teeth to break the skin, to draw blood, to scar you…soft pink, raised marks tattooed by his kiss to remind you.

A long sigh flutters your hair, and your eyes drift closed at the soothing lilt of the sound as his fingers begin to card through your hair.

”You thirsty, baby?” His nose nuzzles at you, drawing forth a lazy smile that is half smashed into the pillow.

“Yes, but stay a little longer.”

He cuddles down into you, cheek to cheek, the weight of his body keeping you warm and safe in the silence.

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[theweightofakiteofdreamsingold]

B-Stage – J. Kiszka

Warnings: Explicit sexual content; mature themes; teasing; edging (a little, I think?); oral sex (male receiving); unprotected sex; language; MINORS DNI.

A/N: Remember that one time that the curtain dropped in Fort Worth (SCWT), and Josh started singing backstage bc he was late?

😏😏😏

P.S. I don’t know what it is about Josh and songs that are from iconic Patrick Swayze movies, but hear me out.

Bajabule,

-Han

Between Josh’s muffled huffs and grunts and your own heaving breaths, you heard a sharp knock on the door across the room followed by Jake’s voice, loud and firm, to your surprise.

“Josh! Stage time! Let’s go!”

Your eyes widened and flipped from the door to Josh, silently wondering what he was going to do. You felt his head peel itself from the crook of your neck, leaving the spot where it had been sticky and warm from his sweat. You put your hands on his arms in an attempt to slow his movements so that he could get up and dress himself. His big, brown eyes glinted at you as a grin spread across his face.

Before you could realize what was happening, you felt his arms wrap around the small of your back, and he moved to sit up on his knees, pulling you up sharply with him. You moved your legs to straddle him better, and he leaned back against the base of the couch. He pulled you forward toward him, and you felt his cock slip further into your heat than it had this entire time, making you squeak.

“Josh,” you breathed, “fuck– you’ve gotta– mmm– you’ve gotta go.”

He lifted your hips up and dropped them back down, making your legs shake. “Can’t go out there like this, mama. Unless you want all those girls in the pit to see how hard my cock is. Hm? Make ‘em drool over it? Or do you wanna keep that for yourself?”

You put your hand in the middle of his chest and pushed gently. “Slide your hips out here and lay flat.” He did as you asked, keeping his eyes and hands on you as you mustered up the strength to bounce yourself on his length as quickly as possible.

The faster you went, the harder his face scrunched and twisted. Short little gasps burst from his lips with each meeting of your skin. His fingertips burrowed themselves into your hips as he neared his end. He was close enough for his head to lift up from where he was lying as he clenched his teeth. Your hands weaved themselves into the hairspray-coated curls of his mullet, pulling on his roots hard enough for his head to turn up, using it as leverage for yourself.

He groaned louder than you’d ever heard him before, and his fingers pressed impossibly deeper into your hips. You did your best to focus your attention on clenching around his cock as you slid yourself up and down on it rather than the whimpers and moans that were coming from his mouth with growing intensity.

“So fucking close, mama,” he moaned, breathless. “Jesus– fuck. Just like that.”

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You made your way up the sidewalk and around the building to the back of the arena. You’d taken a moment to gaze at the throngs of people that were already lined up outside the venue doors, all dressed in such elaborate outfits of black and silver and gold. It made your heart swell to know that so many people from so many walks of life loved the boys as much as they did, without even truly knowing them. You wanted to hug each and every person standing outside the front doors, but you were on a sort of personal secret mission, and you didn’t want to give yourself away. Not that anyone would recognize you, but you didn’t want to take chances of word getting back to Josh.

Earlier in the week, you’d learned that some of your days for work had to be changed around, so you would be free for the boys’ last concert of the leg. You’d toyed with the idea of surprising Josh and coming to the show, but the only drawback was figuring out how you’d be able to actually get there without him knowing about it. You knew that in order to be able to pull everything off, you needed help from the inside.

So, you went for it.

You: Hey! You busy?

Jake: Hey, love! What’s going on?

You: I need a favor, if you can.

Jake: Shoot.

You: Is Josh around?

Jake: No… why? 😏

After explaining your plan to Jake, he agreed to reach out and make some calls to arrange for you to be able to enter the venue early. Security would show you the backstage area, and they’d also let you into Josh’s green room to wait.

As you reached the back entrance to the venue, you felt your phone buzz.

Jake: Finally got Josh to the garage. Heading that way. You ready?

You: Yes! Going inside now. Thanks again, Jake. 💚

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You waited as patiently as possible for the boys to finish their sound check, temporarily losing yourself in the sound of Josh’s voice before being pulled back into the reality of why you were there. The butterflies in your stomach were driving you crazy.

After what seemed like an eternity, you head the knob on the door to the green room jiggle, and your heart started thumping in your ears. You sank back into the couch, crossing your legs, waiting for him. The door opened, and you watched him from across the room.

He sauntered in, fully dressed in his first outfit of the evening: his brilliant white satin pants and jacket, both perfectly adorned with rhinestones that took turns glimmering and flashing as he moved about. He was humming a tune that sounded vaguely familiar, snapping his fingers lightly to the beat of the song. Whatever it was sounded soulful, definitely an older song by the sound. For the life of you, you couldn’t place it, though.

As he moved around the room, you shifted slightly, needing to make your presence known before you’d let it go too far. He froze in his spot in front of the mirror and vanity, his wide eyes flicking to look at you in the mirror. He stared for a moment, blinked twice, and spun around on his heels to make sure that he saw what he thought.

You couldn’t contain your smile as you watched his face positively gleam with excitement and disbelief.

“How did you get here?” He asked, his voice light and airy, but full of surprise. “When did you get here?”

“I had a little help from a brother,” you said, beaming back at him. “I got here when you were leaving the hotel.”

“No fucking way!” He said, his eyes crinkling in the corners. “It was Jake, wasn’t it? Sneaky son of a bitch.”

You laughed hard as he walked closer to you.

He sat beside you on the couch, immediately pulling you to straddle his lap before slipping his arms behind your back and squeezing you into him.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you so much, mama,” he said, his voice low and quiet.

Your hands cupped either side of his face and his hands were wrapped around your forearms. “I missed you too,” you whispered.

You stayed far enough back to look at him, waiting to see how long he would last before he made a move. You waited, watching his syrupy eyes gently throw glances from your lips, to your eyes, and back. After a few times, he couldn’t stand it anymore and gently took your face in his hands while yours traveled to his chest.

His lips were always softer than you remembered, and they were warm and wet from his tongue. They were so plump and full, and the second that he pulled your bottom lip into his mouth, you found yourself fighting urges to take off his pants before you made an absolute mess of them. You moaned into his mouth and rolled your hips into his, despite your many attempted efforts to not seem too desperate. One of your favorite things about Josh, though?

He lived for it.

He broke the kiss, bringing his mouth to suck on the spot right below your jaw, sliding his tongue over the spot when he’d finished, making your squirm in his lap again.

He chuckled softly, speaking into your skin. “Aww, baby. You need me already?”

You sighed, trying to pull yourself back together. You watched him grin while he watched your breath heave from your chest. “That’s not a bad thing, is it?”

His voice was low and sweet. “No. I just like giving you a hard time. You can have my cock whenever you want it. You know I can’t tell you ‘no.’”

You got out of his lap and into the floor in front of him, kneeling on the soft carpet, watching as his brow furrowed.

“Where are you going?”

“I need you to take these off,” you said, running your hand up his thigh.

“But–,” he started. “But what ab��.”

“Shh,” you interrupted, your heart swelling in your chest at his concern. He always insisted on starting with you, no matter the circumstance. Always. “Just take these off and relax, honey.”

He did as you asked, lifting his hips to allow you to slip his pants and jacket off along with his underwear before settling into the couch. You let your eyes slowly wander over him, paying special attention to the well-defined muscles of his chest and the sharp indentations of his hips as he sat, watching you.

Your thoughts quickly became intrusive, and you decided to let them win, placing soft kisses on his thighs as you ran your hand up and down his hardened length. The closer you got to his cock, the more frequently you felt him twitch in your hand, his need for your mouth becoming more and more apparent by the second.

“God, you really enjoy yourself, don’t you?” He asked, his breath growing heavy.

“You’re supposed to be relaxing, Josh. Not being a smartass.”

His eyes widened and he fought a grin of disbelief, ultimately losing. His brows raised. “Well that’s a little harder to do than you think when you’re quite literally doing everything but taking my cock in your mouth.”

Your brows raised in response. “Oh really?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well that’s just too bad, isn’t it?”

You pressed your tongue against the base of his cock and ran it up the entirety of the underside of him, softly letting his head slip just barely between your parted lips before you paused, fixing your eyes on his. He let out a breath, his hands finding their way to your hair before tilting his head back and gently pushing his hips up in an attempt to get you to take him further. You slid your mouth off of him, and his head lifted to look at you, his eyes confused and shamelessly yearning.

“Mama,” he breathed.

“Hmm,” you hummed, trailing your lips to the sharp lines of his hips, placing kisses on the spots where his pelvic bone jutted out the highest. He moaned as you took your time there, your hand working him simultaneously.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Josh. I can’t fucking stand it,” you said softly.

He moaned again, his hands wrapping around your roots. You flattened your tongue against the deep lines of his hips, slowly dragging your tongue around the various contours of his lap.

“Mama, please,” he said, a bit of a whine cracking through in desperation.

You made your eyes big and looked up at him. “Are you sure you want my mouth? Or would you rather have something else?” You asked, your tone even, firm.

He swallowed hard before letting his mouth fall open.

“Hm?”

“I don’t care what you give me,” he started between heavy pants, “I need you so fucking bad I’ll take anything you want.”

Your heat instantly wept for him, and you felt yourself involuntarily clench. You peeled yourself off of his legs and sank down closer to the floor. “Come here.”

He descended into the floor with you, bringing a pillow down with him from the couch, sliding it under your hips to make you as comfortable as you could possibly be while you quickly removed your clothes and tossed them into a heap beside you.

You placed your legs on either side of his hips, and he brought his knees up closer to you, spreading your legs as wide as he could without hurting you. Gently, he slid his cock into your warm, dripping pussy before lowering himself and pressing his lips against yours.

You wrapped an arm around his back and tangled your other hand in his hair as he thrusted his hips, licking around the inside of your mouth like it was his last meal. You felt yourself grow wetter by the second from the sense of depravity you felt oozing from every inch of him, like it was impossible for him to get enough of you.

He wasted virtually no time at all before picking up his pace, the friction of his skin rubbing against yours quickly making enough heat for you both to break a sweat. The pendant and necklace that sat on his chest also grew hotter by the second as it stayed fixed against the swell of your breast. He rocked into you with such a fast, driving force, you felt yourself rushing toward and orgasm fairly early on.

You lost yourself in the sounds of him sliding in and out of you, along with his quick breaths and grunts that accompanied each thrust of his hips. Starving for him, you pulled him into your mouth and kept him there while he fucked you, only breaking the seal of your lips to breathe when you couldn’t take it anymore. He licked and sucked at your lips, taking them between his teeth on occasion and tugging them, eliciting broken moans from your throat from the impact of his hips. You felt him tilt his head up and away from you, his brows furrowed hard as he pushed deeper and deeper into your heat.

“God, keep fucking kissing me,” you breathed, “please.”

You strained under him, trying to hold out, squeezing his cock as hard as you could, but you felt yourself slipping quickly. Just as you were about to give in, Josh’s head shot up, his mouth leaving yours with a smack of his lips, his entire body absolutely rigid. His teeth were gnashed together, his face a deep crimson, a strangled cry escaping the depth of his throat. Your stomach immediately dropped, knowing that this was not a look of pleasure, but of pain. Your chest tightened as you fought to sit up, trying to figure out what was happening.

“Fuck, Josh! What is it? What’s wrong?” You asked, the alarm in your voice prevalent. His arms couldn’t hold him up any longer, and he sunk down on top of you, slipping over to your side, his cock slipping out of you as well. He cried out again as he rolled on to his back, bending one leg at the knee before straightening it back out and repeating the process.

You immediately crawled down to his leg to see where the problem was, and you quickly noticed the bulge in the middle of his calf muscle that wouldn’t recede despite the number of times he’d tried to stretch it out. You made quick work of stretching his leg and pressing the ball of your hand as deeply into the muscle as you could to work out the cramp. After you succeeded, you let him catch his breath, still gently massaging his leg, keeping your eyes trained on his expression.

“Forgot to stretch this morning, huh?”

Through heavy breaths, he playfully squinted at you. A grin spreading over his features. “Fuck off,” he teased.

You giggled, turning him to sit up so that his back rested against the base of the couch. “Give the old man a break, huh? Is that better?”

His face blushed a soft pink, and he rolled his eyes. “You’re an ass,” he chuckled.

“And you’re one to talk?” You asked, rolling your hips against his throbbing cock. “Your ass is fucking perfect.”

He laughed at you then, his eyes closing, his nose scrunching, and his perfect teeth shining. You pulled him into you again and kissed him, picking up your hips and slowly sinking down on his length. His mouth fell open again, and a melodic moan slipped past his lips, reminding you of the song he was humming when he’d first arrived to the green room.

As you slowly lifted yourself up before sinking down again, you asked him, “What was that song you were humming when you came in earlier?”

His eyes glinted mischievously at you, and he smirked. “You’ll have to come listen to the B-stage set and find out.”

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“So fucking close, mama,” he moaned, breathless. “Jesus– fuck. Just like that.”

Just then, you heard the speakers in the arena turn up to full volume, followed by the deafening roar of the thousands of people inside. The pirate-esque introduction song that played at each show while the boys took the stage had started, and in doing so, muffled the now uninhibited sounds that spilled from Josh’s mouth.

You gave him everything you had to tip him over his edge, and you succeeded, immediately feeling the searing sensation of him releasing deep inside your core.

After the two of you had cleaned up, he rushed to throw his clothes back on, and you did the same. Just as he was about to leave, he quickly turned back around and pulled you into a feverish kiss, his tongue slipping inside your mouth one final time. You pulled back, smoothing your hands over his jacket and giving him a quick dusting off before turning him around and following him out the door. Microphone in-hand, he turned and blew you a quick kiss as you heard the crowd scream once again, followed by the intro to “The Falling Sky.” You watched him fast-walk down the long hall to the steps to go up on stage, taking care not to let his leg cramp up again. You giggled as you heard him start to sing the first verse, only having made it halfway to the stairs.

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At the halfway point of the show, the boys took the B-stage and performed their acoustic set. You’d managed to mix yourself into the crowd with a bird’s-eye-view of Josh as he walked about, interacting with the other boys and fans in a much more intimate way than he could on the main stage. Toward the end of the set, you’d gotten distracted, your eyes wandering around to all the people that surrounded you.

As Josh introduced the final song of the set, you were pulled back from your daze, your chest tightening at his words.

“This next song is a special one. I hadn’t planned on singing this tonight, but special people call for special occasions, right?” His brilliant smile flashed and melted every solid part of you as he blew a kiss to the fans in your direction before locking eyes with you for only a fraction of a second, leaving you with a wink before starting the song, later to be accompanied by Sam on the piano.

“These- arms- of- miiiiiiinneeee,

Theyyy are lo-one-leey,

Lo-onely and feeli-inn blue.

Theeeese arms of miiinnneee

Theyyy are yearr-niinn’,

Yearning from wantiii-iing you.

And if youu-ouuu,

Would let them– hoo-oo-oold you,

Oohhh how gratefu-ull I will beee.”

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[thisismeracing]

King of my heart | MS47 | part. 15

Pairing: mick schumacher x hamilton!reader (she/her)

Warnings: curse words, mentions of food and alcohol, mentions of sex (no smut tho), tooth-rotting fluff, not proofread, etc etc. Minors DNI!

word count: 4.1k

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Summary: Mick Schumacher rode a lousy wave for quite some time, so when the sky gets cleaner and the sun brighter he just knows something terrible may be in store for him. Whereas y/n was just so magnetic, and the possibilities of life with her seemed better than anything his mind could ever create, that’s why, for the first time in forever, he throws cautious carelessly through the window, hoping to get to the finish line before it catches up on him.

A/n: There are a bunch of moments between Gina and Yn, and Yn and Corrina, and especially Mick and Yn. I know some of you are curious as to what happened after the last smau chapter, but I need to show Yn and Mick before so that you can understand what happens and why it happens when it does. I hope you guys like it! Thank you so much for all the reblogs, comments, and likes, it means a lot and I would love it if you guys kept it coming (they really motivate me to get things done faster lol). I will probably be posting some extras during this week and, hopefully, chapter 16 which will be a regular chapter too. Let me know your thoughts, and make sure to send my work or this fic to a friend as a rec *mwah*

*The first part happens right after the China GP (chapter 10 here)

*SMAU VERSION

“Can you turn it off?” Yn mumbled, moving her face closer to Mick’s neck, burying herself there as if by a miracle the sound wouldn’t reach her from that spot. 

The German scratched his eyes with the back of his hands, stretching his body as far as he could with Yn’s weight on top of him, “I fear we have to get up.” 

“No, can’t do,” she answers while trying to merge her body with his, which takes a bunch of her curls to Mick’s face. It tickles him, and Mick can only chuckle, especially when she adds, “I think I’m still hungover. How can you even consider leaving the bed?” 

“C’mon, I gotta shower and find something healthy to eat before getting to the paddock,” it’s the German’s response, fingers tenderly trailing down Yn’s body. 

The Hamilton pushes herself up, elbows propped on Mick’s naked chest, her sleepy brows raising, and her hand confidently lifting to him in a greeting manner. Mick snickers, foreseeing her dirty joke, but Yn did not crack, only smirks and joshes, “Nice to meet you. Did you know my middle name is Healthy? Pretty close to Hamilton as you can tell too.”

She looked so pretty, he thought, all giddy and smiley, wearing nothing but his shirt, perched on top of him, body still soft with sleep, and coated by a post-orgasm glow. Mick huffed moving one of his hands to her waist to keep her in place while the other pulled some of her curls from her face. Her brown skin gleamed under the natural light coming from the big window in front of them. He swore he could spend days admiring her without getting even remotely bored. 

Meanwhile, Yn was doing the same, studying him study her. The way his blue eyes would move attentively, sometimes using his fingers to trace the path his eyes took. He would brush it around her collarbone, under her chin. He would draw her lips without even noticing he was doing so, and she would smile because nothing ever felt quite like that. 

Nothing ever felt as natural as being with Mick.

“Shower sex?” she breaks the moment with another playful joke and shrieks when the blonde gets up, hauling her body on his shoulders and power walking to the bathroom. Their laughs echoed right before their moans and silent promises. They had yet to choose which one was their favorite symphony. 

– 

Yn had just finished drying her hair and was now giving the final touches, Mick was sitting patiently on the marble of the sink, attentively observing her movements, “We should go sightseeing later today,” he suggested. 

“That would be nice, actually,” the Hamilton agreed, breaking the distance between their bodies with short steps. Less than a second and she was standing between his legs, grinning up at him, “thought, I would agree to do about anything if it meant staying close to you,” she confessed, and Mick felt his heart falter a beat. It was still new for him the way she openly praised and confessed what she was feeling and thinking. 

He was enchanted. 

Mick beamed pinching Yn’s chin between his pointer and forefinger and bringing her face for a tender kiss. Their lips brushed tentatively, and she found a home for her hands on his shoulders and waist, her gentle touch made him humm in appreciation right before he dived into her, exploring each other as much as the physics of the position permitted. Everything was amplified by the feeling of their body heat and the fast pumping of their hearts. Tingly stomach, clenching lungs, burning cheeks, sweaty palms. Kissing someone never felt like this before, and they were both over the moon to experience it with the other. 

It would be hard to go around their days without touching after discovering every little detail and feeling they did. Yn could only pray her eyes didn’t turn her in. 

And as it turns out, her eyes didn’t turn her in because they were together for almost a month. What did screw things up, however, was the internet. The media started to speculate even more, which meant tons of paparazzi around her and, worse, Mick’s family. Lewis was used to the flashes and the comments, and he knew his sister and the Schumacher were together, Yn told him during the Baku week, nonetheless, he was stressed about how everyone was invading their privacies, things went as far as the oldest Hamilton giving a rude answer when asked about it. 

So that meant Yn was as stressed as ever, and she felt responsible for putting everyone on the spot. That’s what she told Corinna while they were having breakfast at the paddock. It was the Miami race week, things were hectic, everyone was super busy with everything, and still, they had to deal with the internet’s attention. Both Yn and Corina were aware that their breakfast trip too would be all around Twitter before the day was over. 

“It’s not your fault, honey,” the oldest Schumacher assures Yn, hands extended at the table, fingers intertwined in an attempt to calm Yn.

“How did you deal with this when you were younger?” Yn asked, but then added, “If you’re comfortable, I don’t want to make you talk about something that may make you sad.”

Corina smiled at Yn’s consideration. She was always a sweetheart, yet would joke around and make everyone laugh. The Schumacher understood why Mick was head over heels for the youngest Hamilton. “You get used to it, sometimes you gotta set boundaries and tell people what's off limits, but there’s a part of your life that inevitably has to be public,” she explains. “You’re both famous in different fields, but connected by your brother’s career too, so I think that’s the reason why everyone wants a peek into your relationship,” Corina’s voice was soft and she delivered every word holding tightly Yn’s hand, the oldest woman knew how it felt to have to choose between love and privacy. She knew how hard it was in the beginning and she knew the importance of having guidance. It wasn’t just being exposed as a person, but as a couple, and that added extra pressure to the relationship. “I love Michael, so it was an easy choice. It didn’t change the fact that I had to get used to everything, but it helped me think about our future and present together whenever I got anxious.” 

Yn took a deep breath. She liked Mick more than she initially thought. Being closer to him, sharing secrets, thoughts, fears, and affection with someone always brings them closer, and the Schumacher was so near her heart that she was afraid he was already with half of his body inside, making a home for himself there. Still, it’s a difficult situation when you’re in between with your feelings, and you don’t know if you love them or you just like them a lot, and it gets hard to make decisions such as Corina’s. It puts you in the mirror facing your own wrongdoings and fears, you have to ask questions and deliver honest answers because the next step will be supported by it. One wrong wording, and you can trip. 

“I’m really sorry for putting you in the spot again with all the paparazzi and internet comments,” Yn glances at her untouched plate, heart heavy and body tired. 

“Hey,” Corina calls, “I don’t care about it. It is an inconvenience, but it’s nothing new to me or Gina, or Mick. What I do care about is my children's happiness, and Mick cares for you, he smiles more when you are around, and even Angie seems to be obsessed with you. I can’t be more unbothered by noisy people who don’t really know about our family, talking on the Internet,” she offered.

They shared eye contact for another minute, smiling knowingly and affectionately at each other. And so with her heart warm and with a big smile on her face, Yn tossed part of her fears away and started a new topic, a fun one, finally biting on her food. 

Sunday proved to be a tough experience for both Hamilton’s. One dealing with privacy problems, and the other dealing with a sixth position in a race that was supposed to treat him right. Yn watched everything with her dad, Corinna, and Gina by her side, and although it wasn’t the outcome they were waiting for, it was a good experience to share that moment with them. Gina was an avid watcher, whilst Mick kept attentive eyes on the screen, only occasionally speaking, Gina would cheer and grab Yn whenever Lewis had to slow down for a curve or a car got too close. It took a couple of jump scares for Yn to get used to how Gina would suddenly go for her arms or almost yell something, but by the middle of the race, the Hamilton would be ready for her friend’s manner. 

When the race was finally over, Yn was leaning on her father, a small pout on her lips thinking about how bummed her brother must be with the results. Lewis, just like her, would always set high goals and would do just about anything he physically could to reach it. It was something that she admired about him, and he admired about her, and both worried about each other. Their similarities made them share similar problems too, and at those times one of the few people who could calm their racing minds would be their dad. 

“It’s time to get you cape, super dad,” Yn tried to lighten the mood, and Anthony, her dad, chuckled. He turned, planting a kiss on her forehead, and smiled when he saw Mick approach them. 

“Gina’s in the bathroom,” Yn pointed behind her, and the German nodded.

“Yeah, I saw her leaving… I- uhm got you some water and the chocolate bar you like,” he moved the two things in his hand, “I didn’t see you eat nor drink during the race. I thought this could lift your mood a bit too.” 

Anthony watched everything unfold in front of him. The way his daughter stared at the blonde in front of them, how her lips curled in a genuine smile and her eyes twinkled in a way that only someone who had known her since forever would notice, the way it did when she was trying to bottle her emotions, to keep her reaction’s a whisper, instead of let it be heard by others. 

“Thank you, mouse,” Yn smiled, taking a swing from the water and eagerly opening the sweet bar, but nothing tasted sweeter than knowing Mick was paying attention, that he thought about her, that he worried about her even when his mind was focused on something else. 

“Would you like something too, Mr. Hamilton?” Mick asked. “I didn’t-” 

Anthony interrupts with a playful chortle, “You didn’t pay attention to me,” it’s a statement, but although it could be interpreted as a bad thing, it doesn’t sound like something terrible for the oldest Hamilton seeing as he is smirking at Mick. “But you did share your attention between the race and my daughter, so I gotta give you that.” Anthony jokes, and Mick relaxes. “I’m good, got some water and food while you kids were focused on not cursing or screaming.” 

Just as he finished his sentence, Gina returned from the bathroom. “I’ve been watching races since a kid, but it still stresses me and makes me wanna curse a pilot or two,” 

“Or twenty,” Yn added, and the whole group shared a laugh. 

“Or twenty,” she agrees.

“Twenty what?” it was Corinna’s voice approaching.

And so they tried to focus their conversation on the light topic before Yn and her dad went to Lewis for some much-needed family time. Yn let her dad do the talking, while her brother leans on her, sweaty forehead on her shoulder and one of his hands clasped on hers. It’s their silent way of communicating they got each other’s back. A reminder that the other is there and won’t leave. Lewis tried to argue about how sixth wasn’t good, but neither of the Hamiltons’ were having that, so they stayed together until Lewis had media duties, now with his mind in the right place. And Yn made him promise her they would go out with their friends to celebrate the points. 

And that they do. 

Monday starts early, or at least that’s what Yn gathered when she woke up to soft kisses on her naked back. The room was still fairly dark just a bit of light was spilling from the sides of the big curtains giving the space a nice coloring. She spotted her clothes scattered on the ground along with Mick’s, and she mumbled in her hazy state when his lips found her shoulders.

“It’s time to wake up,” it was a whisper, but his voice was always thicker in the morning, which gave Yn chills. 

“Two more hours,” was her plea. 

Mick laughed, his lips now on the sweet spot of her neck, kissing and biting, and taking a meowl out of Yn’s lips, “You’re the one who came up with the idea of going out today. C’mon, it’s a beautiful day,” his voice is so melodic, spoken between kisses, in synchrony with his exploring and gentle hands on her. It feels like a beautiful day indeed, but Yn just wanted some more hours of sleep after spending most of the Sunday night talking in bed with Mick. She could still hear their laughs and feel her belly hurting from how much they did it. 

“How come you know it’s a beautiful day if the curtains are closed?” It’s her sassy response, but Mick knows she’s just trying to buy a bit more time. He will answer, she will mumble something back, he will answer yet again,  and this time she will be snoozing. 

He’s attentive. 

Mick loves to observe Yn. 

So his answer is simple yet effective, “We went to bed together and woke up together. How could it not be a beautiful day?” 

And that get’s Yn full attention. She turns, her back now on the mattress, Mick’s weight deliciously on top of her, his sweet, yet sleepy smile takes her breath away for a second or two, “You’re so cheesy,” she whispers, one hand rubbing her eyes, the other holding Mick’s bicep as if silently telling him to stay close. 

“I got you to wake up.”

Yn nods her head lightly, eyes closing again, but this time to contain her lips from forming their own sentence, confessing what her mind has yet to discover. She smiles, and it’s so beautiful. Mick wants to keep the image in his head forever. 

“You’re right.”

“About what?” Mick asks, dipping his head to kiss her naked skin again. Yn’s fingers thread throw his blond strands messing his hair a bit more. 

“It’s a beautiful day.” She opens her eyes again, big brown orbs getting lost in the soft details of Schumacher’s face. “Why can’t we stay here forever? This could be our kingdom,” it’s her sleepy comment, but something she has been thinking about a lot. Life was so much simpler when it was just the two of them inside a room. She wanted to keep and cherish their feelings. It was so precious and intimate sometimes Yn wished it could be their secret for longer than they knew would be. 

“Queen of my heart,” Mick purred in her ear, lips trailing kisses from that spot to her face. 

“King of mine,” she breathed her confession lacing her arms around his naked chest and melting into the hug that followed. 

Both of them were aware of what their confession meant. 

It felt too soon to say I love you, but it was never too soon to swim through it, to discover their feelings, to get used to how each praise and word sounded, to the secrecy and intimacy of sharing how falling for the other felt. 

There were many ways to confess, show and feel love.

Mick and Yn were discovering it day by day. 

–

“And don’t take forever, please, Sir!” Yn joked, and Lewis rolled his eyes before slamming the bathroom door. Mick laughed at the siblings' antics. 

It was about an hour after the couple had woken up, and they were now in the process of dragging Lewis out of his room. The oldest Hamilton was usually, contrary to Yn, the early bird. Lewis would be up and doing just about everything before the clock hit seven am, but it was a post-race Monday, and sometimes he gave himself the luxury of sleeping in (which would usually consist of sleeping until eight am).

Today, however, Lewis was woken up by his sister and his friend, chaotically fussing him to change so they could have breakfast. And what else could he do if not follow? How could he ever say no to his sister when she was so radiant and smiley in the morning? 

Lewis played the older brother part and pretended to be annoyed by the duo before finally giving in and following their script.

Which consisted of breakfast in the hotel with part of the grid, who was going to go with them, half of the morning at the beach enjoying the Miami weather and clear sand, and then a boat party, which was not supposed to be a party but rather just a gathering with some low music and drinks, but Lando was one of the few who volunteered to get everything together, so neither Yn nor Mick was surprised when the boat friendly gathering turned into a yacht party. 

Yn remembers drinking and swimming with Gina, drowning shots with Pierre and Yuki, and spending over an hour discussing music with Lewis and Charles. Between every conversation and interaction she had with her friends, her eyes would always find Mick from across the boat or in the water. They would smile at each other, sometimes stare for as long as possible without raising people’s attention, and then go about their day. She wanted to stop by his side and kiss him or help him with sunscreen on his cheeks and back, but although they were friends, they were still a secret for some new guests, and there was always the possibility of cameras catching. So they kept it to themselves.

Or at least they tried.

And they did it for most of the party.

Until they couldn’t anymore.

That’s how they found each other in the bathroom, on the bottom floor of the yacht. 

Flush cheeks, warm bodies, and loose giggles. The music from the party was muffled, and they reveled in each other’s touch. Eager hands exploring every surface of the other’s body. Mick’s arm curled around Yn’s waist, pressing against each other harder and moaning in her mouth. She grinned into the kiss, humming and biting his lower lip. He tasted like alcohol, with a salty tinge to it thanks to the sea and the sunscreen. His hair was still damp from when he was swimming, and Yn threaded her fingers between them, pulling lightly.

They pulled away to catch their breaths, and Yn attached her lips to his collarbone, kissing and biting it, enjoying the way he leaned into her, as if in surrender to her caressing. Mick cups Yn’s cheeks between his hands, staring into her eyes, and it’s like time freezes for a second. 

She smiles. 

He smiles too. 

His lips parted to say something, but before he could, there was a knock on the door. 

“Oi?”

“Occupied!” they both shout over the muffled music and the closed door, and they laugh after noticing that now whoever is on the other side knows that a couple is making out in the bathroom. 

“We should get back to the party,” Mick sighed, and Yn silently agreed, standing on her tiptoes to give him another kiss. 

“See you up there,” it’s whispered on his lips, and he smiles, giving her another peck and finally letting her body go. 

He watches as Yn fixes her bikini in front of the mirror, and blows him a kiss before opening the door and leaving. Mick takes a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart, and all the blood rushing through his body. He can still feel her body pressed against his, her smile on his skin. He takes some time to get ready before going back to the party, and when he does, Yn is sitting with Gina, her hands now occupied with a drink, and one of her big smiles gracing her lips. 

“This party was the best idea ever, Yn,” Gina gushed, passing Yn a water bottle. “I’m letting loose before the competition in two weeks. I feel like I was getting too anxious,” she confessed, and Yn nodded. 

“When is it happening?” Yn asked and then added, “The exact date, I mean.” 

Gina took a sip from her drink, sitting cross-legged and turning her body slightly in Yn’s direction. They watched as Mick strolled toward them, a tipsy smile on his lips, seeing the two interact. He sat on the ground, body leaning on the seat, parting Yn’s legs to accommodate his large shoulders.

“May 28th,” was the oldest Schumacher answer.

Yn furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, “It’s the date of the Monaco race, right?” She asked, and Gina shrugged and nodded. “You’re going?” Yn nudged Mick with her feet, and he grabbed it, directing her calf on top of his shoulders and in front of his chest. 

“I tried, but it’s a hectic season. And it’s literally race day. I couldn’t get the day off,” Yn observes Gina’s and Mick’s instance. They seem bummed with the whole situation. But who wouldn’t be? It’s his sister's tournament, and he won’t be there to cheer for her. And she felt her heart squeeze with the idea of Gina competing without a familiar face in the stands for her. 

“But Corinna’s going, right?”

Gina shook her head, and Yn bit her lip in thought. 

“She originally would, this ride was supposed to happen in the middle of the week, but something came up, and they had to reschedule,” the blonde girl explained.

The youngest Hamilton played with the strings of her swimsuit, while her mind came up with solutions for the current problem, “I could go,” she suggests. “If you want me there, that is. Only if you’re comfortable,” Yn is quick to add. 

Yn witnesses Gina’s face change from a small frown to a big smile. Her eyes twinkled, and her posture relaxed, before she pursed her lips, questioning, “But how about Lewis? He’s racing, isn’t he?” 

“Yeah, but Dad will be there, and so will Mick,” Yn grins, catching Mick’s eyes for a split second before looking back at Gina.

“Would you do it? Would you trade Monaco for Oklahoma to watch me ride a horse- It’s noisy, and very country. Do you like country stuff? Are you sure you wouldn’t mind?” now Gina’s rambling, excited but also nervous with the perspective of Yn regretting her decision. 

“G, breathe,” Mick reminds his sister, and she catches her breath, takes a sip of her drink, and then turns to Yn again.

“You’ll have a familiar face rooting for you in the stands. I will need a cowboy hat, though. I don’t have any.” 

The blonde lets out a small squeal and lunges to hug Yn spilling their drinks in the process. They laugh, and ignore the sticky and sweety tinger of the alcohol and fruity juice, embracing each other.  

Yn can’t see, but Mick is watching them from his spot on the ground. Neck turned in an attempt to get an even better view of the bond between them being straightened. He feels his heart warm with the image, how Gina’s eyes are closed and her lips spotting a large smile, how she looked more relaxed, happier because of Yn.

All because of Yn.

It’s a beat before they exchange some more words, Mick is too deep into his own thoughts, he only notices Gina getting up in the direction of the hose by the end of the yacht, and he takes the opportunity to get up. 

“I think we will need another trip to the bathroom,” he whispers in Yn’s ear, and she smiles.

“I can clean up in th-” She stopped herself when she saw his expression. A mix she now knew to be admiration and arousal. 

“Thank you for sacrificing Monaco for Gina,” he mumbled when they reached the corridor, not even waiting until they got to the bathroom to smash their lips in a kiss. 

“It was nothing,” she dismisses it, and he shook his head.

“It was beautiful, and it was a lot. You’re too beautiful.” He praised, and Yn could only let her lips be devoured, her body be consumed, and her mind convinced of every compliment Mick whispered to her in their little bubble. 

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[mariacallous]

An endless parade of data breaches, brutally disruptive ransomware attacks, and crippling IT outages has somehow become the norm around the world. And in spite of escalating impacts to critical infrastructure and daily life, progress has been intermittent and often fleeting. Something's gotta give—and at the BSides Las Vegas security conference this week, a longtime critical-infrastructure security researcher is launching a project to communicate with utility operators, municipalities, and regular people in creative ways about both urgency and optimism around protecting critical infrastructure now.

Dubbed UnDisruptable27, the project will start as a pilot with a $700,000 grant for the first year through Craig Newmark Philanthropies' Cyber Civil Defense coalition. Led by Josh Corman, who was chief strategist for the US Cybersecurity and Infrastructure Security Agency's Covid Task Force, in collaboration with the Institute for Security and Technology (IST), the project will focus on the critical interdependence of water, food, emergency medical care, and power as the backbone of human safety. Corman says that the key goal is to foster new discourse about these challenges inspired by the disaster management tenets “inform, influence, inspire.” In other words, people need to understand the risks and feel empowered that they can take action.

“We are overdependent on undependable things. No one should feel comfortable with the potential for harm here with our current state of defense,” Corman told WIRED ahead of the announcement. “Our dependence on connected tech has grown faster than our ability to secure it. People have been doing good things, but public policy takes time, and I think this year we need to cross certain thresholds on the sense of urgency.”

One of Corman's main motivations to launch the effort as quickly as possible came from comments made during a January congressional hearing about the cybersecurity threat China poses to the US. In the hearing, then Cyber Command head and NSA director Paul Nakasone, Cybersecurity and Infrastructure Security Agency director Jen Easterly, FBI director Christopher Wray, and head of the Office of the National Cyber Director Harry Coker Jr. testified about pressing threats to US critical infrastructure, including specific campaigns the Chinese hacking group known as Volt Typhoon has been conducting to pre-position itself in US water infrastructure. The goal of this targeting is apparently to create leverage and a credible threat against the US as part of a Chinese plan to invade Taiwan, potentially in 2027.

“The budgets that emerge from discussions underway now will dictate what kind of resources we have ready in 2027, a year that, as this committee knows all too well, the CCP has circled on its calendar,” Wray told the US House of Representatives committee in January. “And that year will be on us before you know it. As I've described, the PRC is already today putting their pieces in place. I do not want those watching today to think we can't protect ourselves, but I do want the American people to know that we cannot afford to sleep on this danger.”

Having worked on embedded device security and critical infrastructure defense for years, including through the decade-old grassroots computer security and human safety initiative he founded known as I Am the Cavalry, Corman says that it felt significant that some of the nation's top intelligence officials were warning Congress of such specific threats to US infrastructure in an unclassified setting.

“It’s not just that the water goes out, it’s that when the sole wastewater facility in your community is down really bad things start to happen. For example, no water means no hospital,” he says. “I really encountered a lot of this during my leadership of the Covid Task Force. There is such interdependence across the basic functions of society.”

UnDisruptable27 will focus on interacting with communities who aren't reached by Washington, DC-based policy discussions or Information Sharing and Analysis Centers (ISACs), which are meant to represent each infrastructure sector of the US. The project aims to communicate directly with people who actually work on the ground in US critical infrastructure, and grapple together with the reality that cybersecurity-related disasters could impact their daily work.

“There’s a data breach, you get whatever services like identity protection for some period of time, and life carries on, and people think that there’s no long-term impact," says Megan Stifel, IST's chief strategy officer. “There’s this expectation that it’s fine, things will just continue. So we’re very interested in getting after this issue and thinking about how do we tackle critical infrastructure security with perhaps a new approach.”

Corman notes that even though cybersecurity incidents have become a well-known fact of life, business owners and infrastructure operators are often shaken and caught off guard when a cybersecurity incident actually affects them. Meanwhile, when government entities try to impose cybersecurity standards or become a partner on defense initiatives, communities often balk at the intrusion and perceived overreach. Last year, for example, the US Environmental Protection Agency was forced to rescind new cybersecurity guidelines for water systems after water companies and Republicans in Congress filed a lawsuit over the initiative.

“Time and time again, trade associations or lobbyists or owners and operators have an allergic reaction to oversight and say, ‘We prefer voluntary, we’re doing fine on our own,’” Corman says. “And they really are trying to do the right thing. But then also time and time again, people are just shocked that disruption could happen and feel very blindsided. So you can only conclude that the people who feel the pain of our failures are not included in the conversation. They deserve to understand the risks inherent in this level of connectivity. We’ve tried a lot of things, but we have not tried just leveling with people.”

UnDisruptable27 is launching this week for visibility among attendees at BSides as well as the other conferences, Black Hat and Defcon, that will run through Sunday in Las Vegas. Corman says that the goal is to combine the hacker mentality and, essentially, a call for volunteers with plans to work with creative collaborators on producing engaging content to fuel discourse and understanding. Information campaigns using memes and social media posts or moonshots like narrative podcasts and even reality TV are all on the table.

“We must prioritize the security, safety, and resilience of critical infrastructure—including water, health care facilities, and utilities," Craig Newmark, the Craigslist founder whose philanthropy is funding UnDisruptable27, told WIRED. "The urgency of this issue requires affecting human behavior through storytelling.”

[conniescove444]

FROM THE FIRES

Chapter 3: Ripple

Pairing: Sam Kiszka × female!oc

Word Count (this chapter): 1534

Summary: Lana moved to the States a few months ago and has found herself in a small town in Michigan called Frankenmuth. After visiting a local bar on her first night, she begins talking to the bassist of the band that played and by the end of the night she's moved her things into his apartment. This was the last thing she was expecting to happen... but hey, what could go wrong?

(This story is set in 1971 rather than modern day so I've had to play around with some of the bands' story. I've been playing around with this concept for a while and thought it may be interesting considering their vibe is straight out of that era.)

WARNINGS: alcohol use, heavy drug use, tobacco use, sexual content (due to the themes this fic is 18+, please DNI if you are a minor- you will be blocked.)

Lana had been living with Sam for a couple weeks now and she'd been embraced by everyone. Danny would be over their place a lot of the time to see Sam and out of the girls she'd gotten the closest with Lori. She'd been helping her find her feet and showing her way around. Lana would have been completely lost if it wasn't for her help. Sam would be out of the apartment to practice with the band a few days a week and during that time Lana would usually be with the girls or just out exploring the town.

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When Sam was home, they of course spent some time to themselves but also spent a lot of time together. They'd began to get very comfortable in each other's company and were doing things that friends typically don't do together. Despite that, they were nothing more than just friends. They weren't exclusive in any way but if they went out together there wasn't much chance either of them would go after anyone else. However there were occasions they had gone out separately and one of them hadn't come home that night.

Lana was lying on the floor of the living room one afternoon with her toy, Darcie sat on her chest. Her arms and legs were sprawled out beside her and she had a cigarette between her lips. Sam walked in the door with a grocery bag and put it down on the kitchen counter before walking over and sitting on the sofa, looking down at Lana.

"You okay?" he leant down to brush a strand of hair off of her face and took the cigarette from her lips to take a drag himself,

"Yeah I've never been better." her eyes fluttered open, "Hey! I was smoking that." she looked at him with a frown as she saw him holding the cigarette.

"I think I've found somewhere you can get a job,"

She sat up and Darcie fell into her lap, she had a smile plastered on her face as she looked at him excitedly. She'd gotten bored just doing the same things everyday. "Do tell."

"So the record store that the guys and I always go to is short staffed and Josh managed to get you an interview when we visited today."

"Seriously? Oh my God that's great! A record store too, that's perfect." the words were tumbling out of her mouth faster than she could think.

"I'm glad you're excited, you've gotta go in on Monday morning, I can drive you there on the way to practice."

"Thank you thank you thank you!" she bent forward and rested her upper body on his lap, snaking her arms around him. He rubbed her back and smiled softly.

"Right now though, I want to go out."

She moved back so she could look at him while still resting on his lap. "Noooo I'm still tripping Sammy, Lori gave me some really good shrooms."

"But I know a really good place you can finish that trip... come on Lana I wanna go outside. Just us... we can go and sit by the lake."

"Ughhh fine." she sat back and he stood up, offering her his hand to pull her up. They walked to the door and she grabbed a suede brown coat before they stepped out and walked to his car.

They both stayed fairly quiet on the short drive there and once they arrived he lead her out to a spot she'd never seen before. There was a tree trunk positioned on the ground overlooking the lake perfectly and the way the sun had begun to set on the horizon made the water look orange. It was beautiful.

Sam lead her in front of the trunk and they took a seat on it. Lana looked out at the view, enamoured by it. "Whoa." was all she could muster. Her trip was beginning to slow down a bit now but what she was looking at was far more awe worthy than anything she had experienced all day.

"I wanna tell you something... the guys wanted to hold off from letting people know yet but I'm gonna be out more everyday so I want you to know." Sam spoke as he turned to face her.

Lana tilted her head waiting for him to finish.

"We got signed by a label... we're making an album."

A huge smile began to spread across her face as she heard him speak and she just leant over to engulf him in a big hug, "That's amazing! Oh my God Sammy I'm so happy for you!" she pulled away, holding his hands in her own, "when did you find out? When do you start? Are you gonna tell Lori and Janey?"

"Whoa okay, one thing at a time," he chuckled as he spoke, "I found out last week, we start recording next week and we'll tell the girls soon."

"Wait... where are you recording it? There aren't any studios here."

"There's one in the next town over, it's a forty minute drive."

She nodded and then rested her head on his shoulder, both staring out to the horizon that was growing darker by the second.

After a while Lana stood up and took her boots off, then her coat and made a few steps towards the lake. She then walked forward so she was up to her shins in the water. She pushed all her hair behind her shoulders and tilted her head back to bask in the early moonlight.

"What're you doing?" Sam said as he made his way closer to the water.

"Get in!" she turned her head to look at him before turning back.

He took his own shoes off and began to walk through the water to reach her. When he did he wrapped his arms around her stomach and pulled her back into him. He began placing small kisses on her neck, ear and jaw and she reached and arm up behind his neck. She turned around and placed her lips to his.

They stayed there in the water for a while, looking at the stars- Lana even swore she could see Saturn at one point but that was most likely just the drugs talking. Sam had been pointing out constellations and telling her things about the moon. Once they'd both gotten too cold to stay there for any longer, the pair returned home.

When they got in they both went to their rooms. Lana was looking through some of the stuff she'd brought with her when she found her old song writing notebook. She'd grown up in a music based household and her Dad had taught her how to play the guitar at a young age. Something about that made her want to play again and despite not having a guitar of her own with her, she knew someone that did. She walked down the short hallway to Sam's room and knocked on the door gently.

"Come in,"

She opened it enough to poke her head round the door, "Have you got a spare acoustic I could borrow? Just for a while, I'll bring it back later."

He was sat at his keyboard looking through what she assumed was sheet music that he had been working on.

"Yeah sure, I didn't know you played." he stood up and walked to the corner of his room, grabbing a guitar and giving it to her.

"There's a lot you don't know about me yet Kiszka." she smiled as she took it before walking back into her own room, sitting down crossed legged on the bed. She checked the tuning quickly before beginning to play 'Femme Fatale' by the Velvet Underground, singing the lyrics quietly to herself as she stared down at her hands in concentration.

Towards the end of the song she looked up to see Sam leaning in her doorway as she hadn't thought to close the door. She stopped playing, a bit nervous from the fact he was watching.

"Hey don't stop, that was really good." he smiled at her.

"Thanks, I haven't played in ages, not since London- I'm a bit out of practice."

"You're voice is really pretty, matches that face of yours." he walked into the room at sat on the bed next to her.

"Is that your way of calling me pretty?"

"I didn't explicitly say that." he teased, a smirk on his lips.

"Oh shut up." she blushed a little and looked back down at the guitar, "I tried tuning it but it still sounds a bit off."

"Give it to me." he took it from her and tied his hair back, strumming it and playing around with the tuners. A strand of his hair fell in front of his face as he did so and Lana reached over to tuck it behind his ear. When she moved back he looked up at her with his eyes and gave her a shy smile. Once he was satisfied he gave the guitar back, "try that."

She played the introduction to the song again and looked at him happily, "that's perfect, thank you."

"No problem. I'll let you get on. You can keep that in here if you want to, I have another one." he got up and walked back towards the door.

"Thanks Sammy." he turned around to smile at her when she spoke then walked back through the doorway, returning to what he was doing before.

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A/N: Hi! I kinda hate this chapter but it's just filler really and some fluff- I promise the next one will be more interesting tho, I hope anyone who's read this has been enjoying it <3

[theuniverseawakens347]

T.hooww training cs cashay: you want to pick a good trainer but can’t tell the difference. - neither can the paper creditors.. oops I cheated too but got the results I WANTED .. Clients how ya feeling when I was with you!? - that’s weird LIGHT IN A DARK PLAXXE GOD .. okay but really mortal me in relation to training —

1. I have training background BUT I ALWAYS USE ME AND FRIENDS COME .. I ran track MY BABY .. IN MY OWN LANE RUNNING MY OWN SPEED focused on ME .. BUT I AM A PART OF A TEAM .. the points in track each events in the end ADDS UP TO BIG SCORE ..

Events = sprints

Final meet ending = marathon

Who won small INDIVIDUALLY , but WHICH SCHOOL WON in general.

I kill my events occidental college ( gcc we practice there junior year ya ask me to join you .. I said - that’s off this is high school you think we’re good!? ( thinking : we have NO TROPHY FLAGS FOR TRACC SINCE 19 something early 2000 maybe a mid in there .. **( hind sight ur asking ME NOT THE TEAM. - HAY STAR PLAYER .. freshman yr coaches iMac ya told Lee I need to do more I’m out varsiting the varsity girls .. I tried volleyball varsity girls see potential but also pretty girl so gotta be mean but also the lightest of the black girls and finally “ur pretty for a black girl” bs )) - that’s weird diversity immaculate heart.

I get hurt running w an Olympian coach coach fedi… junior yr

But not w Preston sophomore but ya sent to SEXX me and whom else!? - that’s weird Lee. And Maureen blind bro ( Bri lesbian waiting her turn “tryna save you = I wana play w you on my side”.. but groom me into protection and use “ur” lasalle coach summer training .. another pedofile n cheap/t coming for Maureen head spot organizer but like .. UR FAT you talk college memories but when tested NOTHING U RUN W FULL EXCUSES .. coach hill race josh Bri Preston.. Bri why ya don’t go on GO.. ya tie shoe - that’s weird .. but talk about the 2 colleges you went to and how ya didn’t have women do shot put but you changed that .. but never threw as demonstration to the TRACC girls or at least not legit .. why ya use me in shot up .. damn I be forgetting events I did in track competing and Yal niggas testing me - why’s she faster than Preston .. coach fedi try “no thank you” - u lost ur in to Olympic trials , weird )

Anyways car accident ya fuck my whole right truck up .. n I got scar tissue from quad tear .. but I rested and didnt push my body when mental didn’t feel it .. but sf IM BORED W PRESTON .. ya wan workout I miss track LETS DO IT - the few times I had John in the gym for lifting .. 16 moving two 45 chest plates that’s weird.. WHY NO ONE HELPING ME GO FURTHER - jealous complexity of a man body composition to tiny lady + LEE BACK END RAPING ME AND BRIDING YAL TO HALF ASS TO SEE GOD COME OUT IN ME .. or was it just “how do black ppl got all this strength in relation to pain!?” - science test rats SLAVERY. A NEW NAME .. ADOPTION .. but ya still pic a nigger on sale but .. that’s weird it’s the female one in THIS house ..

So what I’m getting here is : dark turn my family the first blacks to be sold. And ya kept going.

- that’s odd I thought this was about fitness coach picking

- YA ALREADY GOT THE BEST ONE HOUSED ON THE STREET S

🙂

[wutbju]

This is just a scream. Look at what I said (I'll bold it) and what got *ME* put in time out. Me.

BJU hates women who act. Hates.

John Stephenson ​​when u stack the board, it’s easy

Daniel Malabanti ​​yooo whos clay dawg

Kamalei Goff ​​We need the chat for any function at FMA for now on

Chris Meaders ​​TRUMP

Daniel Malabanti ​​CLAYTON!!

Clay Dawg ​​Clayton James

Bigcat23 ​​He is not conservative enough

Wesley Boudreau ​​joe mama

All Gems ​​Tolla LOLOL

Clay Dawg ​​BANTIIIII

Holly Shiveley ​​He's trying to give us background for the process which I think is important for us to understand.

Wesley-76 ​​Oh no more steps

CrazyAsianAirsoft ​​A board of people who were against moving the school to a post 1999 era. Great.

Johnny Pierre ​​I second Clayton James

Clay Dawg ​​❤

Natetastic ​​its either crockett or the other guy

Daniel Malabanti ​​I second Clayton as well

Camille Lewis ​​MOAR STEPS

Josh Watts Music ​​I'm glad he's keeping this from being too hype

Clay Dawg ​​let's gooo

Clay Dawg ​​Johnny!

Steve Von Bokern ​​Makenzie, now we are on steps.

Satyr_Legz ​​i hate to be impatient but just get to the point pleaseeeeeeeeeeee

Mackenzie Mohnacky ​​Yeah, knowing the process is important

CrazyAsianAirsoft ​​I’ve seen faster moving icebergs than this guy

Chris Meaders ​​The votes are still coming in

achy228 ​​lol 2 hr meetings….its not looking good for us on brevity of this speech

Eric Dickinson ​​please be jurgen

Charlie Eldred ​​Points, steps, bowls, vials, trumpets …

Mark Bonikowsky ​​#fekirin

Matthew Smith ​​Certified yapper

Jessica Nowachek ​​Politicians 🙄

Sydney Patton ​​Who’s counting the votes

Clay Dawg ​​my president is Johnny Pierre 🤚

Charlie Eldred ​​The effective speaker …

Daniel Malabanti ​​aye it's Ginger!

Chris Meaders ​​ACG

Clay Dawg ​​Matthew?!?

Wesley Boudreau ​​at least we know its a him…

Bigcat23 ​​5 years??

Eric Dickinson ​​hand-pink-waving

Sven Loeffler ​​weathers

Natetastic ​​5 YEARS??

Clay Dawg ​​dats my roommate!!

achy228 ​​Oh good grief

CrazyAsianAirsoft ​​With this build up, it better be John the Baptist himself

Mackenzie Mohnacky ​​This is like announcing who won the week competition at The Wilds

Bigcat23 ​​Gotta be benson

Timothy Kain ​​I would love for them recant and re-install Steve Pettit.

Steve Von Bokern ​​ha

Bigcat23 ​​They wont put a new guy for 5 years

Josh Watts Music ​​It's Pedro Pascal

achy228 ​​Plot twist - it’s actually him

Efan ​​Steve Pettit has the most aura

Holly Shiveley ​​I think this is to strengthen our support and trust. Just listen people

Anthony Lehn ​​Still wild that Pettit wasn't conservative enough smh

Tyler Greenly ​​Go bruins!!

CrazyAsianAirsoft ​​Get on with it already

Steven Hudson ​​“The board elected me”

Timothy Kain ​​So it is a HIM!

Johnny Pierre ​​bro, he's definitely reading this chat while speaking and purposely prolonging this 😂😂

Satyr_Legz ​​ITS TIME???

Natetastic ​​McAllister?

Charlie Eldred ​​Sam Horn?

Chris Meaders ​​Jennifer, its the guy you know

achy228 ​​It’s been 84 years

Steven Hudson ​​Dr Minnick

Larsens ​​A pastor

CrazyAsianAirsoft ​​text-green-game-over

Andrew Lawson ​​hoping the best for BJU

Paul Rebert ​​Crokett!!

Toby Jorgensen ​​Crockett

Eric Dickinson ​​🤣

Efan ​​Steve Pettit has maximum aura

Sven Loeffler ​​its crocket

Redneck rascals ​​If its 5 years its Bensen

Tolla ​​L

Satyr_Legz ​​indiana??

Camille Lewis ​​Yeah, it sounds like Crockett.

Stephen Washer ​​Crocket fs

Rebecca Bate ​​Crockett

Paul Rebert ​​Crockett pastored in IN

achy228 ​​Indiana Jones?

Jahn Mark ​​better not be Crockett

Bill Alger ​​A Hoosier? Let's gooooooooo

Eric Dickinson ​​chelsea fc. giving longer contract than needed

Tolla ​​Who

Johnny Pierre ​​oh, he's from the Midwest….

Tolla ​​Asked

Camille Lewis ​​So Bob 3 didn't get his wish.

Bigcat23 ​​Joshua crocket

Dustan Chevalier ​​Whoa. Crocket.

Efan ​​I know about the secret tunnels under Bob Jones

Peter Cartwright ​​we want Benson

Bigcat23 ​​He said it

Beyheena Eliacin ​​😳

Camille Lewis ​​Wow,

Chris Meaders ​​….

Josh Watts Music ​​Let's go Joshes!

Jahn Mark ​​dang

Prince Juliegh Sarnicula ​​whoa

Jack H. ​​ain't no way

Katie Tucker ​​PASTOR CROCKETT

Efan ​​Crocket has no aura big dawg

Eric Dickinson ​​huge if true

Fellowship Baptist Church ​​Congratulations brother Crockett

Katie Tucker ​​YES

Natetastic ​​Crockett???

Mackenzie Mohnacky ​​WHOA!

Jahn Mark ​​rip

Bill Alger ​​mind=blown

Mystic ​​oh its that guy

CrazyAsianAirsoft ​​At least it was someone under the age of 1000

Andrew Lawson ​​woohoo!

Dolly McCabe ​​Wisconsin

Jack H. ​​nepotism at it's finest

Daniel Malabanti ​​yoooo

Lisa Weddle ​​Awesome!

Tolla ​​I give the school 5 years max . . .

Mystic ​​wait nvm i dont think ive seen this guy before

Mackenzie Mohnacky ​​Didn't even know he was running

Timothy Kain ​​Shazam

CrazyAsianAirsoft ​​Aight im out

Mackenzie Mohnacky ​​He's my pastor at Morningside

Tolla ​​L

Wesley Boudreau ​​I don't even know him

Wesley-76 ​​Wait, it it bad I don't know who this is?

Jack H. ​​booooo

Mystic ​​i havent seen him before either

Jahn Mark ​​I've heard him preach, this could get rough fast

meli08chan ​​when did he graduate?

Natetastic ​​what a twist

Jack H. ​​drake or kendrick?

Adrian Stargazer ​​wait a minute, this isn't metal gear

Jack H. ​​that is NOT solid snake

April Treas ​​kendrick fs

Timothy Kain ​​Is this the CROCKET from CROCKETDOODLEs?

Brendan Warren ​​great pick

pcviewer1 ​​Steve Pettit told the board he would leave if they didn't stop doing stuff behind his back.

Adrian Stargazer ​​hey dudes, the university is pretty chill, maybe you should like, join it or something

Mackenzie Mohnacky ​​It's his brother

pcviewer1 ​​So Steve Pettit probably wont be back because of that

Wesley Boudreau ​​im in the university

Bill Alger ​​o7

Brendan Warren ​​Josh is a great guy

Jack H. ​​nepo

Sven Loeffler ​​no this is the younger brother

Tolla ​​Heresy alert on the daily

Paul Rebert ​​PTL, Josh is a great decision!

Bigcat23 ​​Wesley nobody cares

Sven Loeffler ​​He was the pastor of Morningside baptist

Timothy Kain ​​TY

Matt Black ​​My kids (BJU students or graduates) love him. Praise God.

Wesley Boudreau ​​i do

Efan ​​Wesley consider yourself an opp

Wesley-76 ​​He sounds like a great guy. If he won by this much, he's probably going to be good. I'm looking forward to hearing him this Fall!

Jack H. ​​new rap beef

Bigcat23 ​​Wesley shut up

Matt Black ​​I appreciate that he's young. He's a reasonable and godly man.

Eric Dickinson ​​the hat man got 2 stars in cwl

Jack H. ​​that hairline…

Timothy Kain ​​Seems like a wonderful choice. May GOD guide him and his decisions.

Luke Griffith ​​Crockett doodles

Timothy Kain ​​Sense of humor….check

Bigcat23 ​​Why the 5 years tho?

James Bussard ​​A pastor should not be allowed to be the President of a college. Either the church will suffer, or the college will. Or both. This is pure ambition, and poor discernment.

Jessica Nowachek ​​He seemed like a good pastor when I visited morningside.

Jack H. ​​no shot triple sticks didn't have a say in this

Bigcat23 ​​What if he mess this thing more than it is already

Josh Watts Music ​​Bussard I'm afraid I have to agree

Bigcat23 ​​Would he still be a pastor though?

Holly Shiveley ​​He was a student when I was a grad student teaching speech. His name sounded familiar. It's possible I taught him😄

Josh Watts Music ​​good question

John Juan ​​@James Bussard - I'm 99% sure he will no longer pastor Morningside Baptist.

Anthony Lehn ​​Triple sticks ftw

Timothy Kain ​​A coach needs time to build. It Should keep pharisaical thugs at bay for awhile.

Eric Dickinson ​​hat man was supposed to go for 4 but went for 1 and got 2 stars.

Mackenzie Mohnacky ​​I believe that he will do a great job. He's been my pastor for the last three years, and I believe that God is going to do great things through him.

Sven Loeffler ​​the prez is to by ordained

Tobe Witmer ​​Josh C. is a good compromise. Good guy Academic.

Jack H. ​​this look like the battle pass

Jonathan Washburn ​​Bragging about getting all of your degrees from one school isn't the W he thinks it is.

Timothy Kain ​​Great connections to money and sustenance.

Tobe Witmer ​​Not All his degrees. “Most”

Anthony Lehn ​​Well, it's a couple more degrees than you have Jonathan Washburn

Camille Lewis ​​The students are not going to be won with this.

Bill Alger ​​this could have been an email, but I'm glad it wasn't.

Timothy Kain ​​Well I'm off to collect my winnings. 😂

James Bussard ​​If he does abandon the pastorate (and the people of Morningside), did God suddenly change His mind about the man's "calling"? God doesn't do that. Not this way. Again…smacks of ambition and flesh.

Tobe Witmer ​​Wrong Camille. As normal

Wesley Boudreau ​​well it must be Gods will because nothing happens that isn't

Sven Loeffler ​​true

Mackenzie Mohnacky ​​Amen, Wesley

Jack H. ​​15th professor is a goober

Andrew Black ​​Proverbs 10:19 " In the multitude of words there wanteth not sin: but he that refraineth his lips is wise."

Camille Lewis ​​You like this, Matt? really?

Jonathan Washburn ​​Josh and his brother were decent hoopers in high school. I'll never forget watching Eric Newton drop like 50+ in the state semifinal in a raucous crowd against the best team in the state.

Camille Lewis ​​And how do I become your fixation even here?

Michael Ball ​​Who is the new president?

Aurum ​​wish Camille could be blocked from this

Camille Lewis ​​Bless you all.

Jack H. ​​fake news huh? ok goober

Camille Lewis ​​This is not a good acceptance speech, friends.

The15thProfessor ​​yeah fake news

Jack H. ​​15th i'm in your walls

The15thProfessor ​​Now I know who you are

Jack H. ​​do you now

CurlyFries ​​‍

Charlie Eldred ​​Text is on unity; chat dissolves into anything but

Cor Frost ​​Caleb its not fake lol

Jonathan Washburn ​​Is that you Jack Hyles?

D.o.G. ​​Man, I hope I'm dead meat if this is as good as it gets. sorry I am well below my standards

Camille Lewis ​​Who remembers the stuffed bear in his Dad's living room? It was a scream. [This is what got me put in timeout? A taxidermy memory?]

Adrian Stargazer ​​guys, stop arguing in the presidential announcement

Matthew Leys ​​Praying for a strong future for BJU and that God would put to silence the scorners.

Jonathan Washburn ​​Josh's younger brother Luke is among the kindest people I've ever met. He also scored the game winning goal against us in the 2003 State Semi-final and it still hurts.

Tobe Witmer ​​Pettit! Way to go Josh!

Cor Frost ​​rip

Anthony Lehn ​​Thanks for the history lesson Jonathan Washburn smh

Isaac Balardelle ​​chat is this real

Wesley Boudreau ​​no

Jack H. ​​15th i'm right behind you

Eric Dickinson ​​beta gamma won 7 turkey bowls in a row

Jonathan Washburn ​​@Anthony Lehn Sigma 72, Beta 70

Stephen Burch ​​Praying for BJU and President Crockett!

Ben Waters ​​Chi Delta 4Ever!

Jonathan Washburn ​​Stay classy Chi Delt! @Ben Waters

Eric Dickinson ​​wil the new president take care of the turkey bowl alpha won with an ineligible player. the last president refused to comment

Camille Lewis ​​This is gonna be a rough transition. [I couldn't post this because I was in timeout.]

Wesley Boudreau ​​XEΔ

Aurum ​​bruh

Jacob Vanaman ​​@Jonathan Washburn - that one win was a claim to fame for the Sigma Spartans…but after a while that trophy got heavy.

Anthony Lehn ​​1 loss in basketball in four year

PofE Plays ​​wesley imagine being a wolf smh my head

Jacob Vanaman ​​@Anthony Lehn - wins fa' dayz

Quin Machado ​​why wasnt the turkey bowl fiasco of 2023 the number one concern addressed?

Jack H. ​​15th you have no idea who I am but I know everything about you

Anthony Lehn ​​Hey coach @Jacob Vanaman !

Bigcat23 ​​Wolves are among the weirdest people on campus

PofE Plays ​​lol thats what 15th hates more than anything

Wesley Boudreau ​​@Bigcat23 no you

The15thProfessor ​​why do i have such a reputation

Jacob Vanaman ​​@Anthony Lehn - good to hear from you buddy!

PofE Plays ​​100 bigcat

James Bussard ​​I investigated Morningside for my daughter to attend while at BJU. It falls short in many ways, when compared against Scripture. Sadly, plastic Christianity may continue to abound at BJU.

Efan ​​Bob jones lost so much aura

Kamalei Goff ​​chat, is this real?

PofE Plays ​​ok camille alt

Bigcat23 ​​Wesley Boudreau is among the weirdest guys on campus, playing Minecraft all the time

Anthony Lehn ​​Can't help but inch closer to the door

[gretavangroupie]

Bloom (Chapter 2)

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI!!

Chapter Two

“Some people are just light, glow, hope…human stars.” - Butterflies Rising

Thank god it was Saturday and you could sleep in a bit. You eyes feel scratchy when you try to open them all the while you make a mental note to stop sharing bottles of wine with Amelia. You always end up drinking more and feeling bad the next day. 

Once you force your eyes open you grab for your cell phone to check the time. 9:05AM.

Your heart beats faster when you realize you have 3 unread text messages. One from Amelia saying she ran out to get you both coffees before the big day she had planned for you. One from your mom asking if you wanted her to ship a few things you left behind. And one from “Unknown” sent at 6:00AM.

Unknown: Good morning, I hope you slept well. With a smiley face.

Crazy how a message so simple could bring such a big smile to your face. Especially before you had your coffee. After adding the unknown contact to your phone you decide to message back.

You: Good morning, I did sleep well. Gotta love Saturdays. I always try to sleep in a little bit. Not you though I guess? Up at at em at 6:00AM?!

Shortly after you hit send you hear Amelia coming through the door, bringing coffee like the goddess she is. 

“Pen! I have the goods!” she said in a sing song voice.

“Thank you my savior!” You sing jokingly.

She sits down on your bed and begins to grill you about this man and you tell her what she wants to know without giving too much away. After she feels like she knows enough she tells you what all she has planned for you today. 

Since you moved to Nashville she has been begging to doll you up and take you to some of her favorite bars. You begrudgingly agreed as long as you had veto power over your outfit. 

“Okay so first things first we are going to go to DryBar for blowouts, then we will head over to the nail place, we can hit Anthropologie on the way back and then head home to get ready. What do you think?” She said hopefully.

You nod your head and agree that sounds good. You do love a good blowout and manicure.

As you’re getting ready to head out for your girls day, you get a text from Josh. 

Josh: They say the early bird gets the worm… no I actually do some of my best writing early in the morning so I like to get up before anyone else does. It’s getting harder and harder these days to find my moments of peace. But, anyways, got any big plans today?

You text him back quickly and tell him all about the day that Amelia has planned for the two of you and how you love your friend but sometimes she forgets that you aren’t as girly girl as she is, but that you’re looking forward to spending time with her. 

He texts back fairly quickly.

Josh: Have fun, enjoy your day!

By the time 5 o’clock rolls around you are beat. You have been poked and prodded all day but you have to admit you do look really good. Definitely better than usual. Your hair is blown out to perfection and you have a gorgeous nude pink manicure to boot. Amelia insists that she do your make up tonight before you two hit the bars.

After she finishes up, you look in the mirror and she has given you a very simple glamorized version of your normal make up routine. Her additions being a thin stripe of black eyeliner, a tiny bit of highlighter on your cheek bones and a nude glossy lip. It goes perfectly with the new outfit you got today. A teal crushed velvet jumpsuit, that ties at the waist, while accentuating yours. The top is a modest v neckline with cap sleeves. You pair it with your favorite gold initial necklace and gold shoes and you’re ready to go. You are feeling very confident in your appearance tonight. You take a picture of yourself just in case you muster up the courage to send it to Josh. Were you at that stage yet? You aren’t quite sure, but vodka may help to move things along.

Two bars later Amelia is begging you “Please please just one more, its a total dive but its so fun, I think you’ll like it Pen, just try!!! Pleaaasseee…” she continues on before you stop her.

“Okay, okay ONE more.” You say firmly “Then we go home, this has been the longest day of my life.”

“Yayyyy Thank you Penny girl” she says smiling at you so hard that her eyes are squinted shut. You make a mental note to keep an eye on her drink intake, even though you’ve probably had too many yourself.

The Uber drops you off at the bar and you walk inside and instantly are assaulted by cigarette smoke, loud music and very dim lightning. “Oh gosh Mill, you weren’t kidding this is…quaint” You say over the music.

She flits over to the pool tables and begins talking to some people nearby. You make your way to the bar and order a drink for her, a vodka soda, and a drink for you, a gin and tonic, extra lime. 

It’s Saturday night at prime time, so it is very crowded, nearly shoulder to shoulder in some parts of the bar. You spend the better part of 10 minutes just trying to find her. The place is poorly lit, colorful Christmas lights as the main source throughout. Add in the smoke and it’s nearly impossible to see, let alone make out faces. 

After searching a few more minutes you find her over in the corner of the bar talking to a group of people you don’t know on a vintage green velvet couch. 

“Oh Pen, you found us! I was wondering where you went!” She says drunkenly. 

“Hey Mill, I brought you this” as you hand her her drink, feeling incredibly awkward as the people stare at you. You tell them hi and your name, and they begin to lighten up and introduce themselves to you.

“Hi I’m Danny” he reaches out to shake your hand. This is who Amelia has been chatting it up with, he is tall, muscular and has long dark curly hair. Exactly her type, so you’re not surprised at all. 

The guy next to him reaches his hand out to you and says “Hey girl, I’m Sam nice to meet you.” You smile politely at the tall, lanky, but weirdly handsome man. “Hi, Sam. Sorry about Amelia, she can make friends with a brick wall I swear.” 

“Ah no worries it’s not often we get to come out here anymore and socialize.” He says coyly looking at Danny with a smirk.

You all begin to chat casually for a few minutes discussing some cool music event happening around town soon when suddenly Sam yells “Brother, we were wondering where you went!”

You all turn around to face him and at that moment you could feel all the blood drain from your face.

You make eye contact with Josh. Yes, the man that lives in your phone, Josh. A small smile creeps up on your face and you try you hardest to stifle it back. He looks at you nervously before addressing Sam. “Hey yeah, the line at the bar was massive but I did bring shots?” he says, as he nervously glances at Sam, and then back to you. 

You immediately look away and Amelia is staring at you, knowing exactly what is going on. 

All the men in this bar tonight she had to chose these?

You nervously swallow knowing that introductions are about to be made. 

Josh first introduces himself to Amelia, who is absolutely scoping him out and trying to get a feel for him. She says her hellos and goes back to chatting with Danny.

You look over to him and he is already looking at you, absolutely beaming when he reaches the tiny plastic shot glass out to you and says, “Hi, um, shot?” 

You nod as you wipe your clammy hands on your outfit and quickly reach up for the shot, he begins to count down “three, two, one, down the hatch!” As you all take a shot of what you now know is Fireball, and your lungs burn. You hope that this will calm your nerves a bit. 

You then begin to question if maybe he doesn't realize its you. He reaches for your arm and places his hand ever so gently on top of it, sparks igniting under your skin when he says “Well this isn’t exactly what I had planned for our first date but I guess that something mystical intervened.” He looks at you, eyes sparkling, waiting for your response. 

“I didn’t know if you were going to recognize me.” You say shyly looking down at your feet.

“Recognize you?” He says in a questioning tone, “Of course I recognize you, your face has been on the billboard in my mind for the past two days straight.” He says reassuringly.

“And now you have materialized in front of me, and quite frankly I am not sure what to say or do.” He says rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I have been working on clearing a little free time to ask you on a proper date.”

Your eyes widen and you are shocked at his statement. What does he mean clearing free time? You don’t think on it too long before you say “Well I am glad Amelia picked Danny to talk to tonight. If she hadn’t, we would be here right now at the same time and not even know it.”

“Yeah, they seem to be hitting it off pretty well, don’t they?” He says looking over at them. You turn your head to see Danny laughing at whatever Amelia has just said, Sam rolling his eyes at the entire interaction. He then looks over to you and gives you a small half smile before continuing to sip his drink, legs crossed on the couch.

With the liquid courage having its way with you, you bite the bullet and ask “So what kind of music do you play? Your profile said you are a musician right?”

“Well, it depends on your definition, but I would say Rock. It’s actually us three,” he motions with his drink, to Sam and Danny, “and my twin brother Jake who couldn’t be bothered to leave his house tonight.” He says sarcastically. 

“Wow that is awesome, you have a twin? I thought the other guy in your photos kind of looked like you?” You say smiling at him.

“Yes” he says, and then making air quotes with his free hand he says “my better looking, twin”.

You reach for his arm and say “I don’t think so”. He places his hand over yours and says “That’s a sweet thing to say, but tell it to his fans.” he laughs. Confused, you shrug it off and change the subject.

The conversation continues to flow so naturally, Josh is extremely flirty and a big fan of romantic sentiments. He has barely been able to keep his hands off of you all night, and you find yourself naturally drawn to wanting to touch him back. 

Sam starts up a story and you both turn to face him and listen in. All the sudden you feel Josh reach for your hand and he begins to trace the outline your fingers with his, studying and committing the feeling to memory. With his eyes still focused on Sam’s story he leans over and whispers in your ear, “I hear him talking, but all I can think about is how beautiful you are in person.”

You blush so hard that you are positive he can feel the heat radiating off of your cheeks. He laughs a little and then says “and that is the most marvelous shade of pink I have ever seen.” 

A while later he takes your hand firmly into his and leads you over to the Jukebox. 

“Pick a song, my treat.” He says smiling at you.

“I feel like this is a test, and I fear I may not pass” you say smirking at him.

“Oh it definitely is. I just need to see how much work I am going to have to put in to your musical education.” He says with a smile.

You pick A9 which is ‘Electric Feel’ by MGMT and he smiles at you. “Good choice pretty girl, I love this song.” You add this to your mental note on his music choices. 

You two make your way back over to your friends, still hand in hand. Once you arrive back at the little couch you both take a seat, Josh places his hand on your thigh, looking at you to make sure it is ok. You nod and smile at him and he starts up a conversation with Danny, subconsciously rubbing his thumb in circles.

Amelia, who has just plopped herself down on your other side is begging for details. You tell her that you will tell her in the morning when she will actually be able to process. She agrees reluctantly and asks if you are ready to go.

This night has been the most fun you have had in weeks, and you are sad that it’s coming to an end. You both agree you should probably head out soon, and you order the Uber.

You look at Josh and tell him that you and Amelia are going to head home for the night. His face drops slightly and he shakes his head and says, “how about I drive you girls home, there is plenty of room in the car” it's almost a plea. 

You talk it over with Amelia, and you both decide that it would be nice not to have to pay for another Uber tonight, so you agree that he can take you home.

Sam, Danny and Josh all close out their tabs while you cancel your Uber.

A few minutes later you walk out to the parking lot to Josh’s White Jeep. Josh and Sam are up front and you, Danny and Amelia take the backseat. Josh hands you his phone and asks you to put in your address.You put it in and you are on your way.

Sam calls DJ and within seconds Danny, Josh and Sam are all belting out the words to ‘Goodbye Yellow Brick Road’ by Elton John. You and Amelia are positively reeling and laughing so hard tears are forming in your eyes. You wish every night could be this fun. You think maybe it could be?

Ten minutes and three songs later, Josh pulls up at the apartment. He turns around to look at you with a smile and jokingly announces that “the cab fare will be $22.50”, he smiles even bigger and winks at you before shutting the car off. 

“Hey guys I am just going to make sure they get in okay, I’ll be right back”. He announces.

Danny and Amelia are furiously exchanging numbers as Sam scrolls through Spotify to find another song to play.

Josh walks around and opens the door for you, and takes your hand in his, yet again while you walk up the path to your building. 

Amelia walks ahead, Josh pulls you back a little to put some distance between you and Amelia.

“Hey” he says, “This has been the best night I have had in a while, I want you to know that I do want to take you on a real date, as soon as I can. My schedule is pretty hectic but somehow I am going to find time for you. I just want you to know.” he says squeezing your hand. 

You turn to him and look into his eyes and put your hand gently on his neck, and he grabs the side of your face, running his thumb across your cheekbone and leans in. His lips slowly part as they reach yours. His kiss, so electric and warm you feel like you’re on fire. You are intoxicated by the smell of him. Warm, natural, and familiar. You begin to kiss him back very softly just as he is doing to you. You both pull away at the same time. A small involuntarily whimper leaving your throat at the removal of his soft lips from yours.

“Thank you” you say to him before he cuts you off and says “No, don’t thank me, I should be thanking you. I feel so good and normal right now and it’s something I will cling to for quite some time.”  

You blush again, and continue walking to your door. He releases your hand and gives you a quick sweet kiss on the cheek and says “Until next time.” You smile at him as he starts to walk away. You walk in and shut the door, positively on cloud nine.

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

Please talk to me about Daddy!Josh because he’s been on something different the past few weeks and I just want him to call me babydoll while I’m crying from him skullfucking me and ramming me all the way down on his cock while riding because “daddy’s pretty little girl can take it, take it like the little fuckin’ whore she is” before fucking up harder. I want him to tease me until I’m begging for just one touch and to hear him chuckling because “aw, sweet little baby girl is so needy for daddy? so sensitive? what if daddy wants to play with his favorite little toy?” Before forcing me to suck his fingers like I would his cock and then just fingerfucking me, smirking while I whimper because “yeah, there’s a good girl for daddy, just take my fingers little baby, I know daddy’s filling your sweet cunt so nice. Is that enough for daddy’s messy girl? Or do you want daddy’s cock, hmm? You gonna be a good girl and beg for daddy to ruin you? Yeah sweetheart? Look at you, so helpless. So dependent on daddy. How fucking sweet” all said in that faux-caring tone doms use.

It's that fucking tone that really does it too.

Just that face that he'd make when he makes you ride his thigh to "show Daddy just how much you missed me" with a tilt of his head and the fake look of concern when you can't keep yourself from whimpering and moaning for more and the little pout he'd do when he says, "aw, does my baby girl want more?" All while his hands are tight on your hips, only making you grind harder and faster. You want to grip his thigh to stabilize yourself and take more but he's got you tied up with a pretty pink satin bow behind your back, soft on your wrists because, "only my baby gets the best."

"Please, Daddy, I need it so bad. Wanna feel it." You whisper while your clit brushes up against his bare thigh, making you only more needy. "Wanna feel what, baby? You gotta use your big girl words." He taunts you again, his hand spanking your ass for good measure, you jolt at the feeling and say, "Your cock, Daddy! Please! Wanna feel your cock fill me up, Daddy, please." You can't help the way your words all come rushing out, you would feel embarrassed if you weren't so insatiable.

"Now there's a good girl. You're so smart baby, so good when you use your words." He smirks as he pulls you from his thigh and lays you on your stomach. You gasp at how easily he tosses you around, he spreads your legs with his knee and takes his cock and runs the tip of it through your folds. You can't help but push your hips back against him, wanting to feel him already inside you. Josh spanks your ass, harder this time than the playful little spank before. You gasp in shock at the feeling of the sting against your ass, "Be still, baby. I was so proud of you for using your words and being so good, but now you're really gonna get it for being so impatient." He explains as he pushes inside of you, deep and fast.

You can't help the yelp that comes out of your mouth when his cock slams right against your cervix, "Mmm, my sweet little cock whore. Feels so good, so fucking tight." He says as he spanks you again. You moan at the contact, you turn your head the best you can to see Josh begin to move, his pace starting off fast and hard. He gives you a smirk as he grabs handfuls of your ass cheeks while he pounds into you. "Ah fuck, Daddy, mmmm." You whimper as he thrusts into you.

Josh pushes your face down into the pillows, muffling your cries and sobs of pleasure as his nails rake through your scalp as he fucks you. "Take it, baby. Ah, take it just like that you fucking slut. Mm, so good, baby. Look so pretty like this, watching your pussy take my cock. Fuck." Josh groans as he fucks you so good and so hard. You moan into the pillows and can hear just how wet you are, his skin against your skin, his hand coming down again and again on your ass as he fucks you.

"Yeah? Yeah, you wanna cum baby?" He asks teasingly as his hand comes around to circle around your clit only making you cry out, "Ah Daddy!" Letting your eyes shut tight as he fucks you. "Who does this pussy belong to?" He taunts, his fingers rolling tight circles around your clit, "You, Daddy!" You cry out. "Please, Daddy. Wanna cum for you." You beg as his thrusts get less in rhythm. Josh bites down on your shoulder trying to compose himself, but you have him wrapped around your finger and he can't deny himself the pleasure of cumming deep inside of you anymore.

"Fuck, ah Daddy, yes! Please Daddy, ah, I wanna cum, I wanna cum all over your cock. Daddy please." You whimper out from the pillows, Josh pulls you by your hair up and against him. You cry out in the change of position and so does he, moaning at how deep he is inside you. For a moment he falters and lays his forehead against your shoulder and whispers a, "holy shit, baby," before returning to his role.

"Come on, pretty girl. Cum for Daddy. All over Daddies cock." He groans as his fingers move faster and your pussy tightens around him. You can't stop the strings of "fuckfuckfuck" as you cum all over his cock. "Fuck baby, gonna fill you up so good. Gonna cum in your pretty pussy, all mine, you're all mine." He rasps against your ear. His grip on your body tightens as he cums deep inside of you. You two both moan and swear and sigh eachothers names as you cum together.

Finally, you and Josh fall against the bed together, catching your respective breaths and looking for any coherent things to say.

"Fuck..." You sigh.

"Fuck." Josh sighs back before his hands untie your binds.

You bring your arms back around yourself and stretch them out, groaning at the feeling of unrestrained movement again.

"You look pretty tied up for me." He smiles against your shoulder before kissing it softly. "Thank you, Daddy."

[matsbarzal]

Can you do 2 from the soul mate list with Josh Anderson please? He seems like a guy who has a never ending inner thoughts

au #2. you can hear your soulmate in your head... and god is he annoying

word count: 1.1k pairing: Josh anderson x reader

The voice inside of your head had been there for years, constantly chirping around in the background, dropping its input when it believed it was relevant, constantly chatting away, whether it was meant to be to itself or to you, who knows. It took a few years for the voice to really be able to articulate itself, remaining as just background noise inside your head for so many years before.

As the owner of the voice grew older, so did its prominence inside of your head. It was easy to put a name to the voice, Josh, as he called himself so often, constantly berating himself for things that made no sense to you.

Could’ve hit him harder, should’ve skated faster, do you even know how to hit the net? God, what a shit pass. Who even is this kid? I’m going to rip this guy’s head off soon.

The thoughts weren’t always violent, but it was a daily occurrence, usually an hour or two of insane thoughts that pushed you to wonder whether the owner of the voice was entirely sane.

You knew the stories, had heard it from all your friends, every soulmate pair was found differently. Some had matching marks, some were able to escape in each other’s dreams, and some were able to hear each other’s thoughts.

It didn’t take you long to realize you and your soulmate fit the latter of all the options. Josh’s thoughts inside of your head slowly began coming through more and more throughout the years, probably around the same time that yours start floating through his brain more and more.

Josh was… if you were to try and put it into words, Josh was something else. He obviously didn’t talk aloud to himself much, as everything he wanted to say was a passing thought that found itself swirling through your own brain.

The first day you met him, you were able to pinpoint the voice almost immediately. It wasn’t that it was an easily distinctive voice, similar to so many other men, but when you hear his thoughts on a daily basis, constantly swimming through your mind and annoying you, it was easy to pinpoint.

“You know, for the fact you complain that I think so much, you’re just as bad. Oh, should I buy this pink towel? Or this blue towel? Oh, but that lamp is so cute, maybe I should buy it instead. You’re the worst. I love you, but you’re the worst.”

It was something he said to you constantly, every time you mentioned that maybe he should think… a little less, or at least try to guard his thoughts from swimming into your brain.

The worst was when he realized he could cater his thoughts specifically so that you’d be able to hear what he chose. It was like he was constantly going out of his way to be the most annoying person he could be, even when he was thousands of kilometres away.

I swear to God if this motherfucker comes near me one more time, I’m going to enjoy taking the fucking penalty when I slash him in his ugly face.

Big Rig? Didn’t know Oleksiak played for the fuckin’ Bolts, news to me. Stupid fuck, two Stanley Cups my ass.

No fucking way! That was a goal? No fucking way. This kid.

Josh was always extra active during games, his thoughts, and the voice inside of your head going a mile per second, constantly chatting away to himself as he made split-second decisions. It was something that surprised you so much when you finally met Josh, because the personality he showed on the outside was not even close to the personality you constantly heard shouting through your head.

He was chatty, lively, and rarely shut up inside of your head, but yet, he was quiet, a bit more reserved in person.

Guys may see me cry if I don’t sink this puck.

Y/N do you hear me? I’m thinkin’ ‘bout you right now. When I get home can we go to a café? I wanna try this new coffee Eddy told me about, it’s like… frothy and shit.

Why are you ignoring me?

Are you asleep?

Sometimes your thoughts wake me up when I’m sleeping. Not all the time. Are you ignoring me? Do you hate me? Is that it? Our souls are connected you can’t hate me.

You’re the worst. I know you’re awake, you’re thinking about the coffee I was just talking about.

You visibly groaned as the sounds continued through your head, Josh’s voice rampaging through your thoughts, distracting you from the screen in front of you, the conference call a mere distraction to the sound of his voice. He always did this, ignored your thoughts in favour of his own, not paying attention to the fact you were just as busy, if not more, than he was.

Joshua, I’m in the middle of a work call. Please stop driving me nuts on purpose.

You hate me, it’s fine. I get it. I’ll just go to the café with Eddy.

Hearing the joking tone in his voice, you tried to tune him out and focus on the sound of your coworkers talking through the call. This was one of the things people with your soulmate abilities failed to mention, once the both of you were able to realize you could cater specific thoughts to the other, it was no holds bar. Josh always had an amazing time doing everything in his power to drive you nuts.

Not realizing how much time had passed, you heard the office door open, Josh pressing himself against the doorframe as he grinned at you. Turning your camera off, you swivelled your chair around, so you were staring directly at him.

“Oh, look who’s happy to see me for once,” rolling your eyes at his words, he moved forward so he could bend down and press a kiss to the corner of your lip as he eyed the computer screen in front of you in disdain.

“You were ignoring me for this? It’s a Saturday morning, babe.”

“Josh, you genuinely think so much. Even on Monday mornings, it’s like you never shut up. Does your brain ever stop? Like, how are your inner thoughts more annoying than you are?”

Pouting at you, Josh crossed his arms over his chest and mumbled incoherently, forgetting the fact that you could hear the words almost crystal clear in your head.

Sorry that I love talking to you.

Rolling your eyes again, you stood up and moved his arms away from his chest, pushing yourself against his body and wrapping your arms around his back.

“I love talking to you too, baby. But sometimes… you just gotta tone down the inner thoughts. Can’t focus on anything when I have your voice in my head.”

“Perfect, I’ll talk more then. Should be the focus of all your attention anyways.”

note: i truly never thought about it... but josh really does seem like the type of guy who just has the most annoying inner monologue. i hope this fit your request. thank you for sending one in!! <3

[59writes]

SEVENTEEN- REACTION: THEIR S/O GETS INJURED (PART 2)

(PART ONE)

part two of @honeyylin ‘s request!!! sorry it took so long honey ㅠㅠ

also check out honey’s acc!!! they’ve recently started writing fic so give em a visit!! <3

today’s photo theme is green green green green green green green green green green

(I didn’t proofread this I will when it’s not 5 am lol)

tw: food, injury

SEOKMIN

• *insert terrified screaming*

• yikes. this man. this poor fellow.

• he’s so worried about you!!!

• like. you’re fine. it’s not a big deal you just won’t be able to walk without crutches for a while

• but this man PHYSICALLY refuses to go to work

• Jihoon even comes to your apartment to beat Seokmin’s ass gently request he come to work cuz they kind of need him

• but no, because “y/n needs me more!!”

• please you’re fine. you can walk and you work from home already. you’ll live. You’ve been injured before.

• this goes in one ear and out the other!

• he will stay home and baby you and peek in your room every ten minutes like “hey are you ok???? do you need anything???���

• it’s kind of endearing

• the calls you keep getting from Seungcheol and Jihoon are not though because SOMEONE keeps forgetting to “call in sick” to work!!

• it’s just part of the whole shebang. he calms down eventually and gets over the anxiety of you getting even more hurt or struggling and goes back to the others

• but you bet your ass when he comes home at night you’re not going anywhere and he’s gonna baby you until he deems you all better

• also he definitely just likes babying you because he doesn’t declare you better until a week after the doctor does, “just to be safe!!!”

• he loves you very much and if anything we’re to happen to the love of his life he’d like. Evaporate on the spot

• 10/10 man right here

MINGYU

• ok so we know how clumsy this man is

• he technically knows how to take care of injuries

• also the injury was sort of maybe his fault ):

• he tripped over a damn rock and made you stumble too, falling and scraping up your leg

• and this poor man is apologizing faster than he raps

• you’re not badly hurt, and when the pain wears off you’re laughing

• and Mingyu’s all pouty lol

• and though you assure him that you’re ok and everyone trips up sometimes, he just wants to make it up to you

• he is also one of the other mfs who would make soup. him and Josh r gonna open a soup kitchen s2g

• but he’s also super cheesy and you wake up from a nap and see that Mingyu’s gone out and gotten flowers and made some nice food and made a little mini date in ur apartment

• and he just feels so bad !!!! please help this man

• once you joke that maybe you should get injured more often so you guys have more dates like this he finally really calms down

• but like I said, he’d know how to treat any injury

• maybe not well, and I’m sure this man’s instinctive response is “I will put a bandaid on it and move on with my life” but how focused he is when he is just wiping off dirt from your arm or leg or whatever and making you sit still while he gauzes it up is just really sweet he cares so much

MINGHAO

• this man does not know anything.

• I mean don’t get me wrong he’s incredibly smart and emotionally intelligent but also. there’s nothing in this man’s brain except for dastardly ideas

• and you nearly breaking your arm is not exactly a dastardly idea

• so he kinda just shuts down

• he wants to help !!! So bad !!!! but he can’t do anything !!!

• like he’s genuinely such a kind dude and always willing to help even if he teases about it and just always there

• and this is the one thing he can’t help with!!!

• so frustrated ):

• so he spends his time with you by lurking with a pout, ready for any request you had

• he definitely looks like a lost puppy ㅠㅠ

• maybe you act a little more helpless than usual so he can feel better about himself. just maybe

• seeing him brighten when you ask him to get the pasta from the top shelf or help with the laundry is completely worth getting hurt for!!

• eventually he cheers up and goes back to his normal and teasing ways

• and once you heal up he’s so glad he can hug you super tight again (:<

SEUNGKWAN

• Ah, Seungkwan.

• be prepared for lots of passive-aggressive scolding

• I mean when it first happens you can see the panic in this poor man’s eyes

• ok well technically you texted him about it but his reply was violently misspelled and he showed up at your house within 15 minutes

• tbh you should be scolding him because he definitely was speeding to get home that fast

• but he was scolding you!!!

• like wtf you’re already feeling shitty and then Seungkwan comes over and is acting like your mom

• but this man is emotionally mature!!!

• he notices how frustrated and snippy your replies get and calms down, hugging you tightly where you sit on the bathroom counter as he cleans you up

• complains about getting blood on his shirt tho the bastard

• but he definitely hangs out with you for the rest of the day and you catch up and eat ice cream while you lie around on the floor and it’s just. aju nice. (lol)

• he does his best to keep your mind off of any pain or struggling, and we all know this man is a master of distraction so it goes very well

• he’s a very home-y person and you always feel safe with him (:

VERNON

• his literal response is “well that’s not good”

• you fuckin call him like “hey sol I’m in urgent care kinda like. broke my arm” and he’s just like “Yeah that’s a problem”

• thank you Hansol “Sherlock” Chwe

• he is just. out of his element please this man will just stare at your cast or whatever with wide eyes like “yo you broke your arm” yes Vernon

• he’s kinda just fascinated ngl

• he lets you tell your story with wide eyes, beaming proudly when you said you didn’t cry

• he’s like “yeah that’s my partner (:< so cool and badass”

• he’s just very silly about it and doesn’t treat you any differently

• which is nice because you kinda hate people bringing attention to it cuz it’s annoying as shit already ):<

• and he’s already so helpful and willing to do chores or whatever so you don’t have to worry about carrying things or washing dishes or whatever cuz Vernon’s got it!!!

• plus it’s adorable how literally every night he’s just like “it’s so cool how you have a cast” like it’s the dumbest thing ever but he finds it so entertaining. like not even the fact you got hurt just like “holy shit like. it’s cement they basically cement your arm in place you have cement on your arm y/n you could knock someone out with that”

• he’s a cutie lol

CHAN

• ok contrary to popular belief I think he would handle it very well!!

• don’t get me wrong this man is PANICKING under the surface but like. he’s so calm about it on the outside??? hello????

• you call him during practice like “hey so I kinda got hurt I’m ok tho, at the doctor rn” and he’s just like “yes ok are you ok?!”

• little dude lol

• and even though you are, in fact, completely fine, he’s gotta worry smh it’s his job!!

• he comes home and listens to the story as he helps you change the bandages with the most gentle hands ))))):

• and being near you definitely helps calm him down

• he’s back to teasing and being goofy in no time

• this man also definitely knows some medical shit idk what makes me think that but he knows how to like. deal with an injury.

• he definitely is very medically aware idk man I feel like he listens to doctor speak cuz it’s cool and is like “oh yeah go ice that you don’t want it cramping up” whenever one of the other guys complains about something minor lol

• he’s very caring ): I love he sm (:

• he can be a little rat but he knows when to stop and be an ally and what an excellent ally he is!!!!!!!!!

I’m so sorry I’ve never done an after note like this before but seeing all the green and plants makes me think of this damn tweet and I can’t stop laughinh

“he has pollen allergy” I’m sobbing please

[usermischief]

no place for promises

chapter 45: family matters Warnings: - You can read it on AO3 as well.

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“I still can’t believe he got up like that. I was out for almost two hours,” Josh mutters, and Stiles really doesn’t want to know why Josh had the pleasure of being knocked out by kanima venom. “You sure you paralyzed him, like you paralyzed me?”

“I know what I’m doing, Josh,” Tracy snaps.

Rolling his eyes, Stiles turns off the stove. He’s been with them for a little over an hour, and he’s already fed up with all their bickering. Sure, he does prefer it over being alone with his thoughts right now, but he still hopes breakfast will shut them up for at least ten minutes. Stiles did not expect this much bickering.

“I’m just saying… I was—”

“It’s not her fault.” Stiles drops the last two pancakes onto the plate. “Wendigos are a lot tougher than other supernatural creatures. You saw how quickly he healed from a slashed throat.” It happened a lot faster than it should have been possible. Stiles still can’t believe how unprepared he went into this. He should’ve known better, and he really isn’t all that thrilled about meeting an actual wendigo in the future. They might be even harder to kill. Unless they’re not. Donovan was part werewolf, after all.

Hayden and Josh exchange a look. They clearly don’t trust the truce that’s going on between Stiles and Tracy at the moment. Stiles doesn’t judge them. They haven’t managed to talk to each other like reasonable adults ever since they’ve come back from the dead. Stiles doubts they’re ever going to be best friends, but he wouldn’t mind being friendly with her. It’s a relief if he’s entirely honest. All this fighting put Theo in an awkward position, even though he refused to accept it and constantly chose Stiles over her. Sure, Stiles very much appreciated it, and he would’ve been pissed if he had ever chosen her over him. However, the reasonable part of him is aware that it’s not how it should be.

Stiles puts the pancakes on the table and drops himself onto his chair. “But two hours, Josh?” Quirking a brow, he reaches for his coffee while the chimeras act like they haven’t eaten in a month. “Did you even try to trigger your healing?”

Tracy snickers. "Theo asked him the same thing."

"I already don't like this," Josh informs them around too much pancake, pointing his fork back and forth between them.

Stiles pulls his left leg on the chair. "You gotta get used to this."

"Enjoy it as long as it lasts," Hayden says, cutting her pancake into bite-size pieces meticulously. “This peace comes with an expiration date.”

“As does my patience.”

Stiles almost drops his cup of coffee. He whips his head around, staring at Theo leaning against the doorframe. Shit. He meant to check on him after finishing the pancakes, but Josh has completely distracted him. Theo running in on them chilling here wasn’t exactly the plan. Stiles would’ve preferred to have this conversation alone instead of in front of the pack, mostly because Stiles doesn’t want Theo to lash out at the others too. It’s not their fault, after all, and Theo didn’t exactly order them to stop Stiles from killing Donovan. So, they’re technically not at fault. “Misiu,” Stiles says quietly, placing his cup on the table, “how are you doing?”

By the looks of it, not too well. His skin is still pale, and he holds himself in a way that signals that he’s still in pain. “I distinctly remember that I told you to guard Donovan.”

“Donovan’s dead.”

Theo’s gaze cuts to Stiles. “What did you do?”

“I killed him.” Beating around the bush isn’t going to help diffuse the situation. They all expected that Theo would be pissed off. Stiles left the house knowing precisely that Theo would give him shit for it. He wonders if the outcome would be different had he told Theo what he intended to do — other than Theo trying to get involved. Because that’s what would’ve happened. Theo would’ve come with him, and Stiles would’ve let him because Donovan was supposed to be paralyzed.

“Let’s—” Stiles takes a breath, briefly glancing at Tracy. Sure, she has to get used to it, and Stiles won’t shield her long. Still, he can give her a few more minutes. “Let’s talk in the living room.” Arguing with Theo in front of the pack is another thing he’d rather avoid.

Placing his mug on the table, Stiles gets to his feet again. Standing up reminds him how much he’s still hurting. The cut on his face has healed, the wound in his side continues to knit itself together. He’s gotten the hang of triggering his healing, but his body is very slow at it. Stiles would’ve preferred if Theo had slept for another hour or two. Now, under Theo’s watchful eye, Stiles tries his best to look unfazed. Nothing bad happened. Everything is totally fine.

Theo narrows his eyes. Oh, he knows. Without another word, he pushes away from the doorframe and walks further down the hall.

“Stiles,” Corey whispers, “we’re—”

“I’ll be right back.” Stiles smiles and leaves the room. Sure, Theo’s gonna be pissed for a moment, but overall, it’s going to be okay. Stiles doesn’t want the chimeras to be caught in the crossfire.

Theo is already leaning against the side of the couch when Stiles enters the room. His disapproval is palpable in the room. He crosses his arms over his chest. “You should’ve told—”

“Let me stop you right there.” Stiles crosses the room, not bothering to close the door. Hayden can — and probably will — listen in, and Stiles has gotten used to his lack of privacy. “I should’ve told you what I planned. I’m not denying that.” Stiles places his hands on Theo’s thighs, who looks slightly taken aback by this admission. It seems like Theo came prepared for an argument. “But I needed to do this myself.” And he needed to keep Theo safe, but Stiles knows better than to use that as a reason.

Theo unfolds his arms, but he doesn’t reach out for him. “You could’ve waited until I was back on my feet.”

For some reason, that single sentence stung. “Why?” Stiles pulls his hands away and narrows his eyes. “Because I can’t defend myself?”

Theo’s features soften, and he reaches out, grabbing Stiles by the hips to pull him close. “That’s not what I’m saying.” He looks up at him with a smile that’s not quite reaching his eyes. “I’d just want to be there in case….” Theo trails off for a moment, almost as if he’s looking for the right words. “In case you couldn’t go through with it.”

Stiles scoffs. “I’m not weak.”

“Babe,” Theo says almost in warning, pulling him between his legs. “Don’t put words in my mouth.”

Instinctively, Stiles reaches out and runs his fingers through Theo’s hair. The faint echo of pain dances against his skin. It’s so much better than last night, but it’s still way too much. “I don’t need a bodyguard,” he says, cupping Theo’s cheeks. “It’s okay.”

“You’re hurt.” Theo slips his hand under Stiles’ shirt. It’s warm and soft, fingertips brushing over his skin just underneath the bandage Hayden forced onto him.

“I’m fine.”

“What happened?”

Stiles sighs and loosely wraps his arms around Theo’s shoulders. “Donovan wasn’t as paralyzed as expected. We didn’t consider the wendigo part.”

“We?” Theo raises a brow, tapping a finger almost impatiently against the edge of the bandage. Theo doesn’t look entirely happy about it, and it wouldn’t be surprising if he blamed Tracy for this little mishap. Human error isn’t really something Theo considers very often. Where there is blame, there will be consequences. It’s probably better if Theo never finds out about Stiles being hurt because he tried to protect Tracy. That’s not going to end well, especially not if he remains in that terrible mood of his.

For the flicker of a second, Theo’s grip tightens around Stiles. Then his features and posture soften. “Do you need to feed?”

Stiles hates how blunt Theo is about it. Despite having accepted the whole thing, Stiles still feels a bit iffy about it. “No,” he says slowly, hoping against hope that his way too attentive boyfriend isn’t going to ask any questions. “I’m good on that front.”

As expected, Theo’s left eyebrow shoots up. “You haven’t fed since after Donovan’s attack during the lacrosse game.”

Stiles’ heart sinks. If only that were true. Knowing that Theo doesn’t even remember Stiles took pain from him makes the whole thing a lot worse. He runs his fingers along the nape of Theo’s neck. “It’s my fault you didn’t heal properly.” Stiles grimaces and pulls his hands away, folding his arms over his chest. “I took your pain after the beast….” Almost killed you. Stiles swallows and shakes his head. “I was so panicked, at that moment… I didn’t think it could harm you. I didn’t think I could take too much… and I needed… I wasn’t strong enough. So I thought...” He trails off again, biting his bottom lip.

“Babe,” Theo says softly, wrapping his arms around Stiles’ waist and pulling him closer. “Don’t blame yourself for this. You didn’t know.,

“No, I did know.” Stiles places his hands on Theo’s thighs again, fingers fidgeting with the loose fabric of his sweatpants. “I’ve been at the hospital more than enough times. I know pain is sometimes necessary for the healing process. I panicked, and I almost killed you."

"I'm still alive."

"Because Brett saved your ass."

As expected, Theo’s lips curl in slight disgust. Nobody holds grudges, as well as Theo Raeken does. It’s truly impressive and bound to make everything so much more complicated. “I didn’t ask him to.” His temper is rising, anger heavy in the air. Brett’s name shouldn’t hold that much power over Theo, yet here he is. More pissed off than he was at Stiles for leaving him behind.

Stiles steps back, and this time Theo lets him. “No,” he says, folding his arms over his chest, “but I did.”

Theo gets to his feet, but Stiles pushes him down, narrowing his eyes slightly. “Don’t be so dramatic about it. He was the only one around.”

“Did you ask him for his pain as well?” Theo’s voice is a low growl. He’s grinding his teeth, glaring up at him almost as if he’s expecting Stiles to say “yes” as if he expected Stiles to break the promise.

If Stiles didn’t already know Theo is overly jealous, he’d probably be hurt by the accusation. Truth is, Stiles expected Theo to ask him eventually. Unconscious or not, he’d hear about what happened that night from someone. He fought Donovan twice. He lured the beast away. It’s not hard to figure out that Stiles would have to feed again. Biting his bottom lip, he takes a deep breath. “I did not take Brett’s pain.”

“But you did take somebody’s pain.” Even though it’s still an accusation, his words are less sharp. Theo believes him about Brett, and that seemed to have stifled at least some of the anger.

Stiles runs a hand over the nape of his neck. There’s no point in beating around the bush. “Jackson’s… and Corey’s.”

“Stiles—”

“I know.” He raises his hands then cups Theo’s cheeks again. Anger and pain sing underneath his skin. “I can’t rely on your pain alone.”

Theo purses his lips. “You promised.” Short. Harsh. Painful.

Stiles never thought two words could hurt this much. He swallows. “I needed to heal.” Brushing a thumb over Theo’s cheeks, Stiles leans closer and kisses the right corner of his mouth. “I wouldn’t have done it if it hadn’t been necessary.” Smiling, Stiles kisses the left corner of his mouth. “Unless you would’ve preferred Brett carrying me back to the parking lot.”

Theo growls audibly. His hands reappear around his waist, grip tight and unrelenting. “Jackson and Corey?” he asks, lips brushing against Stiles’ as he speaks. It shouldn’t be as hot as it is, but there has always been something about Theo’s possessive streak that pulled Stiles in — unless it went too far. It’s a fine line Theo keeps toeing constantly.

“Jackson and Corey,” Stiles repeats, curling his arms loosely around Theo’s shoulders. “Nobody else.”

Theo’s lips move a little, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he’s most likely trying to decide between allowing Stiles to take other people’s pain and trying to find an argument against it. Eventually, he concedes. “Only in emergencies.”

Smiling, Stiles presses his lips to Theo’s. Perhaps he should be stricter with him, after all, Theo isn’t really in a position to make decisions for him. Just as much as Stiles shouldn’t. It’s not gonna be an easy task because Theo is naturally a bossy person, and Stiles is someone who desperately wants to protect the people he cares about. They’re going to butt heads more than once, but as long as they can talk this out without any casualties, things are going to be fine.

After a moment, Stiles pulls away. “Come on.” He steps away, holding his hand out for Theo to grab. “Let’s get some food into you.”

But although Theo grabs his hand, he doesn’t stand up. He’s intertwining his fingers instead, kissing Stiles’ knuckles in a way that makes his heart ache. “Don’t…” Theo stops, looking up at him with bright eyes. “Please, don’t do something reckless like this alone again.”

“I wasn’t alone.”

Theo shoots him a look. “Without me.”

Although Stiles really doesn’t want to risk breaking another promise, he pulls Theo towards him and nods. “I promise.” Here’s to hoping he’s not going to eat his words. “Let’s go.”

Sighing, Theo intertwines their fingers again and follows him back into the kitchen. His pack is exactly as subtle as Stiles expected them to be — not at all. They’re only a few steps away when they suddenly start chatting about school out of all things. As if that’s believable in any way after they killed someone barely two hours ago. Theo squeezes his hand, pulling him to the two empty chairs. “Is there anything else I should know about?” he asks, sitting down just as slowly as Stiles does. They need all of Sunday to rest. Stiles certainly wouldn’t mind spending all day in bed with Theo. “Because I’m really not in the mood for surprises.”

The chimeras exchange looks. Why are they acting as if they are hiding something? “Well,” Tracy says after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, “Donovan’s body is still down there.”

Stiles pushes the plate of waffles in Theo’s direction. “I’ll talk to Jordan about it.” He sips on his coffee and grimaces. Fuck. That’s cold already. “We’re gonna get rid of his body and make sure the Dread Doctors won’t be able to use him again.”

Josh shudders and lowers his fork. “Do we have to talk about this during breakfast?”

“Don’t be such a baby, Diaz.” Tracy rolls her eyes.

Smirking, Stiles points at her. “What she said.”

Everyone in the kitchen is silent for a few seconds. Even Theo stares at them as if he’s not sure whether he’s still dreaming or not.

“No.” Josh shakes his head. “No, I really don’t like this.”

Hayden scoffs. “I give them a week.”

“Don’t be mean,” Corey whispers, even though he doesn’t look too convinced either. They’re not wrong. This truce is fickle, and there’s no way to predict how long it’s going to take until they’re back at each other’s throats.

Theo drops a couple of waffles on his plate, eyeing Tracy and Stiles suspiciously. He’s going to have so many questions, and Stiles really isn’t sure he’s going to like the answers. Theo won’t like that Stiles threw himself in front of a dagger to protect Tracy.

“So,” Stiles says, desperate for a change in topic, “how’s training going?”

Josh’s eyes light up. “It’s going great. Kira and I are going to rock it, trust me. You’re gonna love it.”

Stiles doesn’t need to love it. He just needs them all to survive their trip to Eichen. Seeing how excited Josh and Corey get while telling him about what they were working on is nice to see. It’s their new normal, and they’ve adjusted more than quickly. They’re stronger than they look. Theo is a surprisingly good teacher. Stiles had his doubts in the beginning, but the chimeras might turn out to be a force to be reckoned with. Maybe their trip to Eichen will go a lot smoother than he expects.

Good. Maybe things are finally looking up again.

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“When I promised your dad I’d take care of you, this isn’t what I expected,” Jordan mutters.

Stiles grins innocently, following Jordan deeper into the woods. He pushes his hands deep into Theo’s jacket. It’s warm and soft and smells like him. Overall, it makes this whole thing a lot better. Theo muttering under his breath behind him, does not. It’s not that Stiles doesn’t want Theo tagging along. It’s that he would’ve preferred if Theo stayed in bed and rested for a little while longer. He’s mostly okay. His wounds have all healed. The visible ones, at least. Stiles knows Theo has a high pain tolerance, so he can’t even say for sure if Theo is fully healed. He has to trust Theo in this, but he doesn’t. Not really. It wouldn’t be out of character for him to lie about something like this just to make sure Stiles is extra safe. Because apparently alone, Cerberus won’t be able to protect him. What’s a centuries-old hellhound against a chimera, right?

“Thank you for helping me anyway.” Stiles needs to find something to make it up to Jordan. Getting rid of bodies for the sheriff’s only son probably wasn’t in the job description.

Theo lets out a long breath. “I could’ve dealt with the body last night if you had told me what you were up to.”

“Oh my god.” Stiles throws his hands in the air. “Can you please drop it? I got it the first time.” Even though they haven’t exactly argued about it any more than they did before breakfast, Theo loves to remind Stiles about what a reckless idiot he is. He especially enjoys mentioning it in front of Stiles’ dad. And it almost backfired too, because his dad was so close to grounding him, which meant that Theo would have punished himself.

Jordan readjusts his grip on the body bag, shaking his head. “I’m a deputy,” he mutters more to himself than anybody else. “I’m a deputy.”

“It’s a great bonding experience,” Stiles offers, glancing into the deep darkness of the forest. Not seeing what’s hiding in the shadows makes him a bit uneasy. It’s not that he’s afraid per se, but just yesterday, he ran through the woods with Donovan and a beast on his tail.

Theo grabs his hand, squeezes it tightly.

“Camping,” Jordan says without looking at him, “that’s a bonding experience. Getting rid of a body is not.”

“I’m sorry, but you’re the only hellhound I know.” Stiles wouldn’t even ask Jordan if he knew of any other way to safely dispose of a supernatural body. It’s not like he’s enjoying this or that he wants to drag people into this mess. He would’ve dealt with the problem alone if he had the chance. But burying Donovan’s body might not be enough. They need to make sure Donovan’s spark will have no chance to be awoken again. So, destroying the body should be the best solution. No body, no spark. No Donovan. And who could destroy a body better than a hellhound, right?

“I know.” Jordan couldn’t sound more resigned if he tried. “This is all very new to me.”

“Tell me about it,” Stiles mutters.

Becoming the nemeton wasn’t exactly a walk in the park either. But Stiles was already used to all the supernatural shenanigans, while Jordan still thought Beacon Hills was nothing but a strange town with too much death. Jordan didn’t even know what the hell was going on when he was burned alive by one of his fellow deputies.

Stiles knows exactly how terrifying it is to be possessed by something as old as Cerberus. He really can’t blame Jordan for being overwhelmed with all of this, especially now that he’s aware all the time.

Again, Stiles glances into the darkness of the woods then steps closer to Theo. Right now, he would’ve preferred to stay home and in bed with Theo, sleeping, cuddling, and watching movies. He’s had enough of the woods and cliffs and Donovans. As much as he dreads breaking into Eichen, he’d rather be there than here. Exposed in the middle of nowhere.

No.

As selfish as it might sound, Stiles doesn’t want to have to do anything that involves taking care of this city. He’d always do it in a heartbeat, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to be happy about it. Especially if it means going back to Eichen. No, he doesn’t want to go back to Eichen either. The place still haunts him. More so the moments he doesn’t really remember than everything he does. Not that he remembers much after Morrell gave him drugs to stay awake and Brunski sedated him. Everything after that is hazy; everything up until the moment the nogitsune spat him out in Scott’s living room.

“Hey.” Theo lets go of his hand and wraps an arm around his waist, pulling him close. “Are you okay?”

Stiles shudders despite himself. “Yeah,” he says quietly, “just exhausted.”

Theo looks at him as if he knows Stiles isn’t telling the whole truth, but he’s not pushing the topic either. He kisses Stiles’ shoulder instead then grabs his hand again. “We’ll be back home soon.”

“Yeah.” Home sounds good. ‘We’ sounds even better. Stiles needs Theo around him right now. Even though he’s still holding up well after killing Donovan a second time, Stiles is still waiting for it to catch up to him. Maybe it’ll happen tonight. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe Theo is keeping the demons away, and the reality of the situation is going to hit him when he’s alone at night. Even more reason to curl up next to him.

Jordan slows his step then comes to a stop. “This should be a good place.”

They’re back at the old nemeton. The tree stump is still there, still as large, but not half as imposing anymore. Stiles remembers the power it held. Now, it feels like nothing. It’s just a tree. A dying one at that. He lets go of Theo’s hand anyway and crosses the short distance. Despite his initial anger, seeing the nemeton like this feels like visiting the grave of someone he knows. Carefully, Stiles brushes his fingers over the edge of the tree. It feels cold and empty. “Why is this a good place?”

“This is where all the ley lines come together,” Jordan says, lowering Donovan’s body to the ground. “And it’s where you will have to make a decision.”

Stiles licks his lips and glances at Theo, who merely shrugs. “Decision?”

“What you want to do with Donovan’s spark.” Jordan crouches down next to the body bag and looks up at Stiles. “It’s inactive, but it’s not dead. You can give it back to the ley lines, or you can claim it for yourself.”

That gets Stiles’ attention. Claiming a spark means more strength. That’s why Deucalion ended up being as powerful as he was. He killed his betas and took their sparks. If he takes Donovan’s spark, he will grow stronger as well. Brute strength is what they need while fighting against the beast and the Dread Doctors. This decision isn’t really a decision at all. “I want his spark.” It belongs to him anyway. The Dread Doctors stole the spark from the nemeton to turn Donovan into a chimera. It’s his right to take it back.

Jordan nods and opens the zipper slowly.

Even though he knows better, Stiles half-expects Donovan to jump out at them. But his eyes are still empty, and his body just as lifeless as they found it an hour ago. “How do I do that?”

“Are you sure about this?” Theo doesn’t sound worried, he sounds curious.

Stiles doesn’t mind the question either way. It gives him pause. For just a moment. Does he want that? Does he want to take Donovan’s spark? Yes. Yes, he does, and it’s not just about wanting to make sure Donovan will never come back. This is pure strength. If he is the new nemeton, if it’s his duty to protect the balance in Beacon Hills, then he will have to make sure he’s strong enough to deal with whatever comes his way. It’s what he wants. It’s what he needs. “Yes.” He nods and crouches down next to Jordan. “Tell me about it.”

“Werewolves always have to kill to steal a spark.” Jordan carefully reaches into the bag and places Donovan’s arm on the cool grass. “The nemeton does not. However, taking a spark might lead to death. Born werewolves will die without their spark. So will kitsunes and chimeras. Creatures that have been turned will not because they are inherently human. Taking away their spark will only take away their powers.” Funny. Scott has been looking for a cure desperately. They thought there wasn't one.

Stiles rubs his hands together. “So, I could stop the beast by taking its spark?”

“It’s not impossible,” Jordan agrees, but his face speaks an entirely different language. “Thing is, you have to touch it to absorb the spark. The beast is going to rip you to pieces before you get the chance.”

Okay. So that option is out the window. “Got it.”

“Good.” Jordan points at Donovan’s wrist. “Sparks are usually found near the heart, the throat, and the wrists. Grab his wrist and call the spark to you.”

Grab his wrist. Right. That’s… that’s great. He can’t wait to touch the cold dead body of the person he killed a day ago. Stiles lets out a long breath. Great. But no backing out now. He needs that spark. No, he doesn’t need it. But he wants it. Clearing his throat, Stiles kneels next to Donovan and curls his fingers around his wrist. He almost expects to find a pulse, but there’s nothing. It’s just cold. And dead.

Stiles swallows. Maybe that’s not the best thing to focus on right now. His spark. That’s what he’s supposed to focus on. Sparks. Spark means life. So, quite the opposite of what he’s feeling. But focusing on a spark he cannot feel doesn't come easy to Stiles, especially since he barely remembers how it felt in the first place. No, that's not true. He does remember the high-pitched distorted sound of a scream. The way a wendigo should sound like. Stiles closes his eyes and focuses on that.

Nothing happens at first. Stiles can't tell how long he's kneeled next to Donovan, trying to find his spark. But then, he feels it. A pulse, but faster. So much faster. It's vibrating right there. Stiles tightens his grip, trying to ignore the way Donovan’s skin moves more than it should. It feels like a layer of papyrus slowly crinkling underneath his grip. Squeezing his eyes shut, Stiles focuses on the spark again. Only the spark. Nothing else. He can think about everything else later.

Or never

Preferably never.

"Stiles—"

"Don't," Jordan warns, then sighs. "He's got this. I wouldn't let him do this if it were dangerous." And that's why Stiles didn't hesitate. Sure, the whole thing is morally questionable, but if it were dangerous at all, Jordan would've never offered this solution. Cerberus might have, but never Jordan.

The heat from the spark becomes more prominent with each second. It doesn't hurt, but it's uncomfortable. More than he'd like to admit. But he's never been good with heat. Stiles swallows, digging his nails into the dead flesh. He wants this to be over. He wants to go back home and sleep. He wants every trace of Donovan to be gone forever.

For all but a second, the heat becomes unbearable. Donovan’s skin feels as if Stiles just touched a hot stove. He almost lets go, but as soon as the feeling comes, it's gone. It's inside him now. He can feel it pulsating in his veins. His fingers twitch, and he curls them into a tight fist. The sensation fades slowly, and when it's gone, he looks up at Theo.

"How are you feeling?"

Stiles scoots away from Donovan, still looking at Theo. “I’m fine.”

“You…” Theo shifts on his feet, glancing from Jordan to Stiles and back again. He steps closer, stops, then hurries over to Stiles and crouches down in front of him. “Your nose is bleeding.” His gaze cuts to Jordan again, almost accusatory, before he cups Stiles’ cheek.

Stiles wipes his nose with the back of his hand. It’s not a lot of blood, but he can see why Theo is worried. Bleeding while doing something that involves the supernatural is usually not a good sign. Still, Stiles is feeling good. Not necessarily more powerful quite yet, but that might change during a fight. “I’m okay, Misiu, I promise.” Smiling a little, he uses the sleeve of his hoodie to wipe away the rest of the blood. “Jordan’s not gonna put me in danger.”

Theo doesn’t reply. He doesn’t need to. His pursed lips are more than telling. A nosebleed is easily enough to work Theo up. “You didn’t mention—”

“Stiles is like a brother to me,” Jordan cuts in, and he sounds almost angry, “Cerberus is sworn to protect the nemeton. If there had been any risk at all, I would never have told him about it.” A brother.

A brother.

Fuck.

Stiles needs to talk to Danny about Jordan’s lost brother, and they still have to figure out who Peter’s kids are. That’s probably something he should’ve dealt with a lot earlier because, unlike Jordan’s brother, there might not be a paper trail leading to them. In fact, if Talia did her job correctly, there won’t be anything pointing in the direction Stiles has to go in.

“Theo,” he says, reaching out to grab his boyfriend’s hand. “I trust Jordan with my father’s life.” Blue eyes snap towards him, and Stiles smiles, kissing the palm of Theo’s hand. They both know that Stiles would do whatever it takes to ensure his father’s safety. Theo understands what Stiles is trying to say, he has to. “I’m fine.”

“Okay.” Theo shifts his hand from Stiles’ cheek to his neck and pulls him close, kissing his forehead in an almost desperate manner. If Stiles didn’t know, he’d be overwhelmed by Theo’s fear of losing him. But Stiles knows, and all he can do is cup Theo’s cheek and kiss him. Hard. All he can do is put everything into this kiss to show Theo that he’s never going to lose him… at least as long as he can help it.

Jordan clears his throat. “There’s still a dead body two feet from you.”

Stiles ducks his head, hiding his face against Theo’s shoulder. Right. That’s something he probably shouldn’t have forgotten about. “Sorry.”

“What are we gonna do about the body?” Theo asks, fingers ghosting over the nape of Stiles’ neck.

Sighing, Jordan gets to his feet. “I’ll burn it, and then we’ll pretend this never happened.”

“Sounds good to me,” Stiles mutters against Theo’s shoulder. It’s over. Really over. Donovan is gone, and he’s not coming back.

---

“What time is it?”

Something explodes in the game on-screen “Fuck.” Theo drops the controller between his thighs and sighs. “We still got an hour left.”

Stiles taps his finger against the cool floor. An hour. That’s a lot of time, but it’s also no time at all. He’s not made any headway in trying to figure out who Peter’s sons could be. Something he should do before busting Peter out of Eichen. Not just because Stiles promised him. Peter cannot be trusted. Unless Stiles has leverage, and if there’s one thing Peter Hale cares about, it’s his family; if he’s not currently completely out of his mind, that is. If Stiles knows who Peter’s kids are, he can control him. At least for a little while. Plus, Peter would be in his debt. Everything that helps Stiles keep Peter on a short leash is going to be a plus.

“Babe,” Theo shifts onto his stomach and props his chin onto his hand, “are you okay?”

“I haven’t slept in a while. We have a meeting in an hour that’s going to be an absolute disaster because you and Brett have to be in the same room for more than five minutes,” Stiles mutters, glancing at Theo, who’s trying his hardest not to grin, “I completely forgot to ask Danny if he could do some research on Jordan’s brother, I have no fucking clue how to find Peter’s sons, and I killed Donovan. Again.” Stiles takes a deep breath and presses his hands to his face. Okay might not be quite right, but he’s definitely fine.

Theo sighs. “You could come to bed.”

“You clearly have never experienced the calming sensation of lying on the floor during a crisis.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“I am staying on the floor,” Stiles informs him resolutely and crosses his arms over his face. “It helps me think.”

“You don’t need to think.” Theo drops a pillow on the floor and slips off the bed. Sighing, he pats his crossed legs. “What you need is to relax. You’ve been on edge ever since the lacrosse game.”

Probably because Stiles hasn’t had a second to breathe since then. At the very least, Theo has fully healed. That calmed him down more than anything. His father is doing a lot better too. Things will be fine. Stiles takes a deep breath and moves towards Theo, placing his head on his lap. Things will be fine for now until they release Peter Hale from his cell. “You try to relax when you’re about to help a psychotic killer escape from his prison without having any type of leverage.”

Theo runs his fingers through Stiles’ hair, along his hairlines. “I don’t think you need leverage.”

Stiles squints up at his boyfriend. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s something in the way he talked to you.” Theo shrugs, starting to move his fingers in small circles. “He seemed to respect you.”

Scowling, Stiles closes his eyes. He’s well aware that Theo is trying to calm him down, maybe coax him to nap for a bit, and it’s not that Stiles doesn’t appreciate the effort, but there’s no way in hell he’s going to sleep anytime soon. Not with a meeting this close. Not with breaking Peter out only a few days away. Stiles takes a deep breath. He wishes it would be that simple. Sure, Theo isn’t wrong.

For some reason, Peter always treated him with respect; even on his very first killing spree, Peter offered him the bite and respected his decision. An alpha needs at least three betas, and yet, Peter let him walk away.

“I can’t bank on that.” Stiles opens his eyes again. “He cares about his family. It’s the only way.”

Theo sighs. “If you say so.”

“Just because I had no trouble wrapping you around my little finger doesn’t mean I can do the same with Peter,” Stiles smirks.

Theo raises a brow. “You’re not supposed to wrap him around your finger, Babe.” As tiring as his possessive streak can be, it’s also quite amusing on occasion. "I know a power-hungry person when I see one." There's something off about his tone, about the way he says it. He presses his lips into a thin line, frowning at nothing for a few seconds. "Peter likes your mind." Theo tabs his finger against Stiles' temple. "He won’t risk losing that."

Stiles quirks a brow. "And you figured that out after meeting him for two seconds?"

"It's not that hard to see."

Huffing out a breath, Stiles reaches his arms up to wrap them around Theo’s waist. "Peter is volatile, Misiu." He taps a finger against the small of Theo's back then drags it in small circles over the thin line of skin he can reach. "Just because he's interested in my mind now doesn't mean he'll care once he finds someone better."

"So, your plan is what, exactly? Find Peter's kids, so he's in your debt?" Theo doesn't need to say, 'what happens once the debt is paid?' to make abundantly clear that the plan isn't foolproof. It’s not. It's not at all. But that isn't the point right now. Finding them, that's what matters. Everything else he can make up as he goes.

Stiles pulls his arms back and folds them over his stomach. "Finding them, that's the plan for now."

Theo lets out a long breath. It almost sounds as if he's accepting that Stiles will never change his mind about this. "Okay," he says, still brushing his fingers through Stiles' hair, "have you checked the ley lines yet?"

"They're human."

“They were born human,” Theo reminds him, moving his hands to the back of his head. “They might have been turned, you never know.”

Stiles nods slowly. That’s actually a good point. With at least partially supernatural genes, they might be more drawn to it than the average human. If they’re turned, Stiles wouldn’t be that surprised.

Brushing his thumbs over Stiles’ temples, Theo continues, “besides, even if they’re still human, their spark will still be activated no matter what.”

Still, "what if they're outside my reach?" Stiles responds.

"Then we know they're not in Beacon Hills."

"Which would not be helpful at all!" Stiles sits up, throwing his hands in the air. "His kids are essential to this plan. I'm not sure I'd let him out…." Curling his hands into fists, he takes a deep breath. Would he not let him out without his kids? Stiles swallows, rubbing his hands over the nape of his neck.

Theo sighs again. "If they're not in Beacon Hills, we could make contact with other packs. Maybe they can help to look for them. But you have to start somewhere."

You have to start somewhere.

Stiles runs his hands over his face and leans back again, squinting up at Theo, grinning down at him. "Okay." Okay. Stiles places his hands flat on the floor and closes his eyes. It's easier to make contact outside, but the contact with Theo helps a lot to slip back into his connection with the ley lines.

First things first, Peter Hale. Stiles reluctantly distances himself from the comfort of Theo’s spark. Although it does not feel like any of the other natural sparks, sensing Theo on the ley lines gives him a sense of security like nothing else. Especially when he’s shutting out the outside world at times like this, being able to feel Theo helps him. He’s his little beacon in the darkness that are the ley lines. Without him, it would be easy to get lost in all this energy. Theo is easy to find, but so is the Hale spark. It radiates raw power and old age. It brings a certain familiarity as well, primarily because of their connection to the nemeton. After all, the Hale family has protected the territory and the nemeton for centuries.

But there’s something else about Peter. Something dark. Something feral. It’s hard to pinpoint. It almost reminds him of twilight in the woods, of trees casting shadows, hiding their secrets behind a protective layer of darkness. Peter Hale doesn’t feel bad. Maybe that’s what surprises Stiles the most. There’s no monster roaring at him. Trees are rustling in the shadows. It doesn’t feel dangerous, but it still carries a warning sign.

Stiles focuses on that sensation. That’s what he has to look for. That’s how he is going to find Peter Hale’s children. That’s—

Something weird happens. Almost as if someone yanked the ground from under Stiles’ feet. Without warning, he’s losing his connection to the ley lines. He rips his eyes open and sits up, a hand pressed to his head. Fuck.

“Stiles?” Theo crouches at his side, one hand pressed between his shoulders blades. "What happened?"

Stiles leans into him as his mind slowly returns to the real world. Letting go of all that energy without any warning whatsoever makes him feel a little dizzy. "I don't know.” He shakes his head slowly, swallowing around the lump in his throat. “I just found Peter’s spark, and a second later, I was back here.”

Theo crosses his arms over his thigh. “You were under for almost forty minutes.”

“Forty minutes?”

“Yeah.” Theo nods slowly. “Maybe your body just… decided it’s enough.”

Stiles groans quietly. “Maybe.” But forty minutes? Forty minutes. It doesn’t feel like he’s been under for that long. In fact, it feels as if he was just connected to the ley lines a second ago. “That wasn’t fun.”

Theo lets out a breath. “We should get some food into you. Hayden and Tracy arrived with dinner a couple minutes ago.”

Stiles likes the sound of that. His stomach agrees with a quiet rumble.

Chuckling, Theo pulls him to his feet. They don’t walk downstairs immediately though. Instead, Theo wraps his arms around him and kisses his jaw. “I ordered something for you, I hope that’s okay.”

“As long as it’s curly fries, I’m not going to complain.”

Theo kisses the side of his throat, his pulse point, the crook of his neck. Maybe food can wait just a little while longer. It seems as if Theo agrees on that matter because his hands slide from Stiles’ waist to his ass. Biting his shoulder with a quiet growl, Theo squeezes his ass. Oh, yeah, food can definitely wait.

Stiles lets out a breath and closes his eyes.

Slowly, Theo kisses his way back up to his jaw, lips curled into a smirk. “I got you a salad.”

Stiles blinks. “What?”

Chuckling, Theo pulls away. The amusement radiating off him really isn’t fun. “As much as I would love to make sure you smell like me absolutely everywhere,” Theo says, curling his fingers around Stiles’ chin. “You need to eat. Something healthy.” He presses his thumb to the corner of Stiles’ mouth, knowing damn well what he’s doing to him with just this touch alone.

Stiles licks his lips, but Theo is quick to pull his hand away. “I don’t want a salad.”

“If you want your curly fries, you gotta eat that salad,” Theo smirks and grabs his hand, intertwining their fingers. “And if you wanna have dessert tonight…” he trails off, brushing his thumb over the back of Stiles’ hand. This guy is going to drive him insane one day — for multiple different reasons.

All this ley line work seems to be a lot more draining than he anticipated. Knowing better than to try and get out of this, Stiles follows Theo downstairs. If the prospect of sex can’t even deter his dear boyfriend from getting some food into him, there really is nothing Stiles can do. Also, he is really hungry, and it smells delicious. The scent of the food makes him realize how hungry he really is.

The chimeras are chattering in the living room as they walk into the kitchen. They look excited about something. Josh wriggles his brows, whispering something into Corey’s ear, who slaps his friend’s arm in response. It’s nice to see them be genuinely happy. Even Tracy sits with them, working her way through her wrap, shoulders shaking from what’s probably silent laughter.

Stiles hops onto the kitchen isle as Theo lets go of him to grab a brown bag. He’d really much rather eat the curly fries first, but he’s taking the offered salad without any complaints. This is probably exactly how his dad must feel every time Stiles badgers him about eating healthy. To be fair, Theo isn’t wrong. His last two days consisted of a lot of waffles, and whatever was close to him when he remembered that he should probably eat something.

“So, you found Peter’s spark?” Theo asks, leaning against the kitchen isle, and unwraps his burrito.

“Yup.” Stiles pushes the olives aside. “The Hale spark is intense.”

Theo makes a noncommittal sound around his dinner. He tries so hard not to be annoyed about others having a real spark. Which is stupid. Yes, maybe his own is artificial, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t strong. “Anything else?” Theo looks up at him, lips slightly turned downward.

“You mean if I found one that feels similar?” Stiles leans over to kiss his forehead. “No, the connection was interrupted before I could look for something similar. I felt only you—“ he leans back again, stabbing his salad with a grin “— and Peter. Which… do you know that unpleasant feeling in your gut when you’re standing near the woods at sunset? Like, you know that technically it’s a stupid idea to go into the woods at night because you never know what’s lurking in the shadows?”

Theo raises his brows. “That’s oddly specific.”

“It’s shadows and nature and raw power.”

“How do I feel?” Theo tilts his head to the side.

Stiles swallows and puts the salad down. “You feel like home to me,” he says, smiling when Theo’s eyes widen just a fraction. “Give me your hand.” It’s not easy to pinpoint the chimeras’ sparks on the ley lines, and instead of trying to figure out what Theo really feels like, he’s focused on the familiarity of it. “The first time I felt your spark, as well as that of the others, you felt like a heartbeat.” Stiles draws his eyebrows together and grabs Theo’s wrist. He can feel his pulse against his thumb. Taking a deep breath, Stiles closes his eyes. He’s never tried to feel a spark like this before, but he doesn’t see why it would work any differently. After all, he could get Donovan’s spark as well. All he has to do is be careful not to accidentally steal it.

The pulse remains. Theo’s spark still feels like a heartbeat. That didn’t change, but it’s Theo’s spark still, right? There should be something defining past that. Something that makes it unique, but nothing is standing out — other than the artificial sounds of a radio switching channels too fast to make out anything. Whatever the Dread Doctors did to his spark, it masked whatever uniqueness Theo’s spark once possessed. If he had one in the first place.

Stiles opens his eyes. “The Dread Doctors… they—“

“I feel like home to you?” Maybe Theo doesn’t want to know the truth, or maybe knowing how Stiles feels about him, and his spark is enough.

“Yes.”

Theo nods and kisses the back of Stiles’ hand. It’s the ghost of a touch, causing Stiles to shudder. “Now, eat your salad.”

Chuckling, Stiles does just as he’s told. He still shuffles closer to Theo, nudging his arm with his knee. “Are you still mad at me for going after Donovan?” Although Stiles prefers if that weren’t the case, he wouldn’t be all that surprised. Theo is good at holding a grudge for quite some time.

“I’m not mad.” Theo leans his head back to look up at him.

Stiles frowns. “You look a little mad.”

“I believe you’re not going to do it again?” Theo raises a brow, and it’s certainly not a question. Not at all. Theo means it. Next time Stiles disappears without telling someone to go after someone like Donovan, there will be hell to pay. “I’m not mad. Just worried.” He nibbles on his burrito.

“About?”

Theo sighs and leans his head back. “About you connecting to the ley lines for so long. I don’t think it’s a good idea. Or necessary for that matter.”

Furrowing his brows, Stiles stabs his fork into his salad. “You’re severely underestimating Peter.”

“I’m sure we can deal with Peter.” Theo shakes his head and sighs. “I just want you to be safe, Miecio.”

As much as Stiles wants to roll his eyes because of Theo’s excessive worrying, he’s not wrong. For one, he didn’t even notice that he was under for forty minutes, but there’s also the fact that it seems to drain his energy more than a little. He definitely shouldn’t do it alone. It’s easy to get carried away. “Well,” Stiles says, reaching for Theo’s hand again, “this is faster anyway.” Within seconds, the sensation of Theo’s spark echoes under his fingertips.

“You wanna go around touching random people?” Theo does not sound particularly thrilled about that idea.

“Not random people, only guys our age.”

Theo shoots him a look, but before he can say anything, his gaze cuts towards the front door. The frown deepens even further. That can only mean Brett has arrived.

Here we go.

The doorbell rings. Sighing, Theo puts his burrito down and leaves to answer the door.

Part of him really wants to follow Theo and make sure he’s not getting himself into trouble the second Brett enters the door. Instead, he drops his salad and leaves the kitchen. Stiles glances at Theo, who looks as if he’s mentally preparing himself to open the door. Although Stiles is pretty sure he should probably be annoyed with Theo, he’s kind of proud that his boyfriend is willing to bite the bullet — especially since Brett and Isaac aren’t exactly making it easy for him. Stiles shakes his head with a small smile and walks into the living room.

“Ready for the meeting?” he asks, standing behind the sofa and Tracy. He is going to make an effort with her. This truce between them is quite peaceful, and Stiles really wants to keep it that way.

She chuckles. “I’m ready for an hour of Theo being pissed at Talbot’s mere existence.”

“Brett’s in a mood today,” Isaac informs them, sauntering into the living room. “It’s gonna be terrific.”

“Shut up, Lahey!”

Stiles snorts out a laugh then turns to Isaac. “Give me your hand.”

Isaac blinks. “What?”

“Your hand.”

“You really think he is Peter’s son?” Theo asks, dropping Stiles’ discarded salad on the dinner table with a pointed look. Okay, guess there’s no way around eating that.

Stiles shrugs. “You never know.”

“I don’t know if Peter being my dad would make matters better or worse,” Isaac mutters, but he’s offering Stiles his hand either way. Truth be told, neither his real dad nor Peter would win any father-or-the-year awards any time soon. Then again, Peter treated Malia more or less with decency after learning that she was supposed to be his daughter. It’s probably going to change now that the truth is out in the open.

Still, Stiles is pretty sure Theo is right. Isaac’s most likely not Peter’s biological son, but it would be interesting to know how his spark feels either way. He’s a Hale wolf, after all. That’s exactly what he feels as well. This raw power. The sense of something old. But under all of that, there’s a sense of burning. Hot wind on a summer’s day. Nothing like Peter at all.

“No Hale in disguise.” Stiles lets go of him, chuckling as Isaac pretends to be relieved. Neither of them actually expected this to turn out very differently.

Brett props his arm on Isaac’s shoulder. “You want my hand too?”

“I know how your spark feels.” Stiles pats Brett’s arm and walks over to the dining table to continue his salad. When Theo sits down next to him and places a hand on his thigh, he tries not to smile. Typical Theo. If Stiles were to allow it, he’d probably drape himself all over him just to make sure Brett really knows that they’re dating. As if he could forget.

“Well,” Brett says, sitting down opposite Stiles, “I also thought I know how you feel, but something changed last night. I don’t know what exactly.”

Theo taps a finger against Stiles’ thigh, dragging his thumb towards his knee. “He absorbed Donovan’s spark last night.”

“Huh.” Huh, that’s a reaction. Shrugging, Brett leans back. “That’s one way to make sure he stays dead.”

“Yeah, and—“

“Yo Raeken, you want that front door closed?” Jackson yells.

Lydia enters the living room shaking her head, followed by Kira and Danny. The latter is carrying his laptop and a couple of papers. He looks more prepared than every other person in this room combined. Stiles knew he could be counted on.

“Close it!” Theo yells back.

Stiles rolls his eyes and drops his fork. “Hey, Danny, gimme your hand.”

“What?”

Isaac barks out a laugh. “Are you going to try this on everyone?”

“I have to find Peter’s kid somehow.” Stiles wiggles his brows at Danny’s horrified expression. Again, he doubts Danny is going to be related to Peter Hale of all people, but he wants to be thorough in his search. So, he’s not going to skip anybody, no matter how unlikely it is. “It only takes a second, come on.” Grinning, he leans back in his chair and reaches for Danny’s hand.

Kira sits down next to Stiles, curiously watching the whole thing. “Does Danny have a spark?”

Still slightly confused, Danny gives Stiles his hand. It doesn’t take long to notice that he’s very much human. Stiles doesn’t feel anything. That’s probably what he felt like before he decided to sacrifice his life to the nemeton to protect his father. How wonderful it would be to go back to that time. “Sorry.”

Danny snorts. “Thank god.”

“Is Jackson next?” Lydia asks, still waiting by the door to the living room.

“Next for what?” Jackson furrows his brows.

Isaac grins. “Stiles is checking if we’re Peter’s long lost-sons.”

“And you think I’m Peter’s kid?”

“He checked me too.” Danny arranges the papers and laptop at the head of the table, glancing at Brett out of the corner of his eye before returning his attention to his research again.

Jackson rolls his eyes. “So what’s the plan here?” he asks, walking over to the table and offering his hand as if he expects Stiles to kiss it first. “You wanna touch every guy you come across?”

“Now you’re mocking me, but wait until I’ve found these guys.” Stiles yanks at Jackson’s arm out of principle, grinning as he gets a low growl in response. Like he’s going to treat him nicely when he’s acting like, well, like Jackson. Shaking his head, Stiles searches his pulse on Jackson’s wrist and closes his eyes once he finds it. Again, he’s overwhelmed by the Hale spark. But underneath all of that—

Stiles yanks his hand back.

Jackson. It’s Jackson. Adopted Jackson. Jackson, who had a strange connection to the Hales after Derek dug his claws into his neck. That Jackson.

“Stilinski,” Jackson snaps, “this isn’t funny.”

Stiles licks his lips, gaze darting to Lydia, who’s covering her mouth in shock. She knows. She can see it on his face. Swallowing around the lump in his throat, Stiles looks up. “I’m not joking.”

[prettyboybarzal]

Dancing with Our Hands Tied (6)

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: Smut (because of course there would be)

Previous Chapter // Masterlist

The arm around your waist was heavy, tattooed, and most definitely not Charlie’s. 

“Pierre,” you hissed. “Get up.” He stirred and tugged you closer. You pushed back against his chest, sounds of struggle falling from your lips as he curled his arms around you. “Let go of me.”

“YN, I’m severely hungover,” he grunted. “Can we fight later?”

“No.”

It’d been two weeks since you ended up in Pierre’s bed after a failed attempt to tell him off and since then, you’d slept with him at least three more times. You fell into a strict routine, one that didn’t include sleepovers. Surprisingly, though, you didn’t put up a fight when he started to nod off on the pillow the night before.

You shoved him one last time, this time successfully, and pulled yourself from bed. The first thing you did was pull the shades back to allow light into the room. He exclaimed at the invasion and pulled a pillow over his head.

“I’ll make you coffee, but then you gotta leave because I have things to do.”

Pierre watched you leave and sighed as soon as you were out of sight. Before getting back to your apartment the night before, he was yearning for you. Each time you were near him, he felt his hands twitch. Your midriff was exposed, jeans sitting low on your hips, and each time you passed, he wanted to sink his fingers into your flesh, or better yet, his teeth. But he couldn’t do that, not with all the eyes around you, not when Josh was clearly confused by the lack of fighting going on. 

It felt like he could breathe when you texted him to come back to your place, and when he finally slipped through your front door and his lips met yours, he was satisfied.

“You know,” he spoke as he entered the kitchen where you were making coffee. His voice was still rough from sleep. “We’ve never fucked in the morning.”

“And I’m okay with that.”

He laughed out loud, shuffling to grab a mug from the cabinets above him. You reached out and placed it back inside, then handed him a to-go cup. He rolled his eyes. 

“You’re the worst host.”

“That’s not what you were saying when I was blowing you last night.”

There was a knock at the door that prompted both your heads to snap up in confusion.

“That better not be one of the boys,” you grumbled. “I don’t think I could explain your shirtless presence in my kitchen.”

“Sure, you could,” he murmured, dropping his hands to either side of the counter beside you. He leaned in close, whispering, “You could just tell them what you tell me every time I’m inside you; I fuck you so good. You just can’t get enough.”

If there was one thing you’d learned about Pierre throughout these past few weeks, it was that he knew exactly how to throw your own attitude right back at you. 

“Gross, Pierre,” you said, slipping beneath his arms.

“You were the one that started talking about giving me head before either of us has even had coffee!”

You only allowed yourself to laugh once you were out of the kitchen and away from his ego. 

The person started to knock again and you stepped up to the door to pull it open, revealing your overly excited parents.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, panic in your eyes as they pushed past you to enter the apartment. “What do you mean?” your father asked as he helped your mother shed her jacket and hang it on the hook beside the door. “It’s your birthday! You didn’t think we’d forget to celebrate with you, right?”

“A warning would’ve been nice,” you muttered, thoughts fleeting to the shirtless man in the next room. You stood in their way, blocking the path to the kitchen in hopes that they’d just head straight to the living room and you could discreetly get rid of Pierre. Your mother had other plans, grabbing a cooler bag from your father’s hand before marching to put the food she’d brought away in the fridge.

“Oh!” she exclaimed, hands fluttering up to her eyes as she shielded herself from Pierre’s naked chest. You were only a step behind her, your father two behind you, and when she turned to look at you, you could see the blush on her cheeks. “I didn’t know you had company.” “Pierre’s leaving.”

“Pierre? No way! He’s gotta join us for your birthday brunch!” your father exclaimed. Pierre’s eyes flickered to you and then went back to your father. “We still have to thank you for dealing with Sadie when she came to visit, and also for dealing with this one every day.”

“You have your work cut out for you with her,” your mother grumbled from where she stood in the kitchen, already reorganizing all your draws and cabinets.

“Just send him a fruit basket or something.”

“YN,” your mother chastised, plates set on the counter for just a moment so she could glare at you. “If your father wants to treat him to brunch, then we will treat him to brunch.”

“I love brunch,” Pierre spoke, voice just above a whisper. You glared at him and that stupid little smirk toying at the corner of his lip, but then your father clapped in excitement. “Besides, it’s your birthday,” he emphasized, eyes wide. “I couldn’t miss that.”

“Great! Then, it’s settled,” he spoke. “I’m just going to run to the bathroom, and maybe your little boyfriend will put on a t-shirt.”

You spoke in unison.

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“I’m not her boyfriend.”

But your dad was already down the hall, not that he would’ve listened to either of you anyway.

Pierre narrowed his eyes at you, you stuck your tongue out at him, and then he tried to catch it between his fingers, but you shoved him away to the hallway.

“Put on a damn shirt.”

As soon as he disappeared, your mother was cooing, “That’s Pierre?”

“Why do you say his name like that? Sadie says his name like that too.”

“Well, I mean, look at him.”

“I’d prefer not to,” you grumbled. She began chastising you about how miserable you were, and how there was a handsome man right in front of you, right in your kitchen as a matter of fact, and you better take advantage of it! You’re another year older! But, you let the words fall on deaf ears before leaving to find Pierre in your bedroom.

He was still shirtless, shuffling about the room for his belongings. He glanced up when you entered, and smiled as he asked, “Why didn’t you tell me it was your birthday?”

“Because it doesn’t matter,” you said. “I don’t know when yours is either.”

“Mine’s June 24th.”

“It doesn’t matter,” you repeated. He rolled his eyes at you and pulled the shirt over his head. “This isn’t how this is supposed to work. We fuck and you leave, or I leave. That’s it. You don’t need to spend the day with me and my parents. Are you out of your mind?”

“I think it'll be fun,” he said. “Maybe not for you, but definitely for me, and that’s my favorite kind of fun.”

---

From: Sadie

WTF? Why is Pierre at brunch with you guys? What’s happening? Call me ASAP. I’m freaking out!!!!!

You and Sadie were freaking out for entirely different reasons. She was freaking out because she thought this meant something. You were freaking out because you were stuck with Pierre for longer than you ever wanted to be.

“You’re one of Josh’s friends?”

“Teammates,” you corrected. Pierre took a glance over at you with a soft smile. “They play for the Blue Jackets together.”

“Oh! Oh, wow,” your mother remarked. She gave you not-so subtle wide eyes that screamed, again, how perfect she thought he was. “That’s an excellent job!”

“I’m very lucky to get to do what I love for a living.”

“And you two met because of Josh?”

“Yes,” you answered tersely, not wanting to entertain this conversation for the sole purpose of keeping your mother’s nose out of your personal, or not-so personal, life. But Pierre gave in to her, as you expected him to.

“Yeah, he introduced us during my rookie season,” he answered after swallowing a forkful of eggs. “I’ll admit that I made a really bad first impression,” he began, meeting your eyes over the mimosa you were bringing to your lips. “But she never really gave me the chance to fix it, so we just went on hating each other for a really long time.”

“Well, look at you two now,” your mother raved, waving her hands between the two of you. “All is well.”

“What fixed it?” your dad asked. “I mean, this one can be as stubborn as a mule.”

“Dad.”

“Sweetheart, I love you, but sometimes you just make your mind up and that’s that. You don’t budge. I want to know how he got you to change your mind! Teach me your ways, Pierre.”

“Uh, well,” he began, choking a bit on the drink in his mouth. He knew he couldn’t give them the real reasons. He couldn’t explain that the only way you could stand each other was if he was inside of you, so he met your eyes with a look of uncertainty. 

“It was after he helped Sadie,” you answered for him. “I figured that if he’d ruin his own night to make sure she didn’t die of alcohol poisoning then maybe he wasn’t as bad as I thought he was.”

Pierre looked up at you again, eyes softer than before, but you avoided his gaze and instead focused on the food in front of you. 

Conversation picked up again, but it didn’t involve him. Your parents asked about work, you asked about home, and the conversation ended up circling back to Sadie once more. Pierre remained silent, taking in the relationship you had with your parents and how much you cared for your sister. He felt like he saw another side to you during brunch, a side that every other guy on the team had experienced and he’d yet to see. 

When the bill came, Pierre immediately reached for it, but your dad was faster and you yourself had placed your hand on his to push it away.

“They made you come,” you reminded him. “You don’t have to pay.”

“I wanted to come,” he corrected you. He leaned forward to speak directly to your father. “Mr. YLN, at least let me pick up the tip.”

Your dad sized him up for a moment, then sighed, “Fine.”

Pierre sat up victoriously, turning his hand in yours to squeeze the fingers that were resting against it before taking some cash out of his wallet. You flushed at the intimate moment and pulled your hand away. 

“Your father has one last request,” Mom announced as the group of you exited the restaurant. You turned to face her on the sidewalk, panic in your eyes. She glanced at your father, already nose deep in his phone. “Honey?”

“Huh?”

“Your next birthday surprise for YN?”

“I’m really okay with the birthday surprises, guys,” you murmured. “You being here is definitely enough.”

Pierre stifled a laugh beside you, and this time didn’t earn a glare. “Your father wants to go mini-golfing,” Mom butt in. “It’s this indoor glow-in-the-dark mini-golf he’s been following on Facebook for months now. If he doesn’t go, I’m gonna hear it for the next three months.”

“I can head home,” Pierre spoke, low and intended for you, but your father clapped him on the shoulder.

“No way, hockey star, I want to see that golf swing of yours.”

“Dad!”

“It’s not every day I get to hang out with an NHL player!”

And that’s how you ended up playing golf, in the dark, with your parents and your fuck buddy.

You never thought you’d be thankful to have Pierre around, but you were glad he stayed for mini-golf. Truthfully, you’d never been very athletic, but your dad loved sports, so you played them to humor him. Having Pierre with you just meant that all the competitiveness could stay between the men and you could enjoy sucking at sports with your mom. 

Then, you started losing all the golf balls. Honestly, your dad should’ve expected this very outcome when he decided to bring you to a glow-in-the-dark mini-golf place. 

You lost your ball, and then Pierre offered his and you lost that one too. Three holes later, there was only one ball left and your parents, as well as Pierre, were doubtful that you wouldn’t lose the last one.

“We’ll go get some more,” your dad muttered. “Hopefully, you don’t lose those too.”

You glared at him, earning a chuckle from both of your parents before they walked off to the front desk. As soon as they were gone, Pierre asked, “You’re not very good at this, huh?”

The smile was evident in his voice. 

“I don’t get three months of the year for golf practice like you do,” you muttered, refocusing on the club in your hand. “So, no, I’m not very good at this.”

“Well, for starters, you’re holding the putter all wrong,” he said. His voice was closer now and when you peeked back at him, he was only a few steps away. “Can I show you how you’re supposed to hold it or are you going to hit me over the head with it?”

“Try your luck.”

Pierre stepped up behind you, hands curling over yours to fix their placement. He peeled your fingers off the club, then placed them a bit higher than they had been. His breath fanned across your neck and your shoulders pulled up as a reaction, the tuft of air sending shockwaves through your body. He almost leaned in to place a kiss against your skin, but shook his head as if to scold himself for even thinking about it. 

“Don’t hit the ball too hard,” he spoke before taking a step back. You did as he coached you to and the ball went in the hole with one put. You exclaimed at your hole-in-one and twirled around to share the moment with him. His arm wrapped around your shoulders to tug you into his chest.

“Atta girl,” he remarked in the same voice he used in the bedroom. His hand trailed along your spine and down to your ass, fingers curling into the flesh as he drank you in. You almost got lost in the moment with him, despite yourself, but then your parents appeared over his shoulder and you were shoving him away.

“What are we celebrating?”

“Tiger Woods over here,” Pierre answered, nodding at you. “She just got her first hole-in-one.”

“She’s never done that before,” your dad laughed heartily. His hand came down to pat Pierre’s shoulder. “Maybe you’re rubbing off on her.”

“Maybe,” he repeated, eyebrows quirking up at you. The twitch of your lips gave away the smile that you were suppressing, but he let it go, considering it a small victory.

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Your parents said goodbye after mini-golf, citing the long drive home as the reason for an early departure, but your mother gave you and Pierre a fleeting look that gave you the impression that they were only leaving to give you time with him. You must’ve said it a hundred times in a hundred different ways that you weren’t dating him, but your mom always liked to believe her own delusions and you could never change her mind. 

Pierre was quiet as you drove away from mini-golf and in the direction of your apartment building, but you weren’t any more talkative than he was. How could you speak when the day sent you into a tailspin? For the first time ever, you enjoyed being around him and when the day was coming to an end, you didn’t want to see him go. 

“Are you hungry?” you asked, voice light, simultaneously trying to keep the day from ending and also all serious conversation at bay.

“Yes, starving,” he answered. “It feels like we ate forever ago.”

“Do you wanna grab something quick?”

Pierre nodded and ended up pulling into a McDonalds not far from your apartment. He ordered a large meal after you ordered your usual, and then he threw a few other unnecessary things, like a kid’s meal and a third McFlurry. 

When you got back to the apartment, he spread it all out like a buffet and you filled your paper plates with food in silence. He felt like he was struggling to come up with something to say to you for the first time ever. It was always easy to rile you up and get you talking, but he was at a loss now and he didn’t have a clue what to say.

He settled on, “I like your dad. Not that it matters, or whatever, but he’s a funny guy. Loves to chirp you almost as much as I do.”

“That’s why I can put up with you,” you responded. “I’ve had years of dealing with him.”

“Did you just compare me to your father?”

“Don’t be gross,” you barked, smacking his arm. He laughed heartily at that, crinkles at the edge of his eyes as he dug into the fries in front of him. You laughed with him, amazingly so.

Conversation died as you ate with both of your minds running at warp speed. It was hard to make sense of the day, of how much you enjoyed each other’s presence, when you were still together. But you didn’t want him to go, and he didn’t want to leave, so neither of you even suggested it. 

As he started cleaning up what was left of his meal, your phone chimed and Charlie’s name flashed across the screen. He met your eyes over the phone momentarily before you unlocked it to read the message. You stared at it, biting the inside of your cheek as you thought, then responded quickly and placed the phone face down on the counter. 

“I’m going to run to the bathroom,” he spoke. “And then, uh, I guess I’ll head out.”

He disappeared down the hall and left you feeling slightly stupid after texting Charlie that you were busy. In hindsight, maybe you shouldn’t have done that, but you had and now you needed to convince Pierre to stay. That’s what you wanted anyway, right?”

When he came back to the kitchen, you were throwing your food out and as soon as he stepped in to grab some of his belongings, you stepped up in front of him. 

“You’re not actually leaving, are you?”

“Don’t act surprised,” he murmured. He took a step forward, forcing you to tilt your chin up further to keep eye contact with him. His thumb came up to caress your cheekbone. “You wanted me gone all day.”

“And now I want you to stay,” you whispered. You pulled him closer from the belt loops and watched his eyes rake over your body. “At least for a little while longer.”

“Why are you playing with my head?”

The smirk you shared with him was wicked as you answered, “Because it’s fun.”

His fingers slid to the back of your neck while his other arm curled around your waist to pull you into his chest. You kissed in the kitchen for what felt like an eternity, much longer than you’d ever spent on doing it before, and finally, he lifted you up to carry you down the hall to your bedroom. 

He laid you back on the bed and undressed you slowly. He kissed each inch of skin as it was exposed from beneath the fabric covering you and his hands were everywhere, squeezing the meat that he hadn’t been able to touch all day, the skin he was dying to touch. He kissed down your stomach to your thong, finger hooking beneath the waistband to tug them down and get you completely naked in front of him.

“YN, tu es si belle,” he whispered, eyes flickering back up to your face. You flushed beneath his gaze and gasped as he situated your legs over his shoulders and leaned in, breath fanning across your core. He kissed the inside of your thighs while his blue eyes drank you in. Your chest heaved in anticipation.

He held your hips down as he dove in, and within minutes your back was arched and your legs began to shake over his shoulders. You cried out as you came, fingers curled into his hair, grinding against his mouth and nose as he worked you through it. 

When he finally pulled away, he kissed up your inner thigh to let you come down from your high. Then, he crawled up the bed to hover over you, shuttering as your hands slid beneath his t-shirt to pull it over his head. His jeans were next, and finally, his boxers. When his cock was finally free, he reached over to the drawer and grabbed a condom. You slid it on for him and he dropped his head to your shoulder at the touch of your fingers around him. 

The moment it was on, you began to flip onto your stomach. That’s how he usually wanted you, but he stopped you from moving and gathered your wrists in his hand to pin them above your head. His lips met yours again, desperate and needy.

You felt the head of his cock against your mound and groaned in sexual frustration, so he reached down with his free hand and aligned himself with your core. 

“You’re okay?” he asked. You nodded, bottom lip pinned between your teeth to the point of breaking the skin. He kissed you once more, hoping that you’d relax with him and you did. With his knee, he nudged your legs apart and then he pushed his head past your folds. As you arched, his lips met your collarbone. 

“Happy birthday, baby.” 

The pet name set you on fire, but you could hardly focus on it as he thrust into you. The movement of his hips was shallow and slow, nothing like the other times he’d been between your thighs. He held you close, chest-to-chest. The level of intimacy so intense compared to those times you’d shared before when you were simply using each other to chase a feeling. This was different, and you both knew it. 

“Luc,” you sighed as he filled you up, stilling inside of you for a moment to breathe and take in the way you spoke his name--a name you’d only ever called him once and he’d wanted to hear every day since then. “Please.”

“Patience,” he spoke, rolling into you some more. “I’ll take care of you, but I wanna take my time.”

So, you let him take his time and basked into the feeling of the way he filled you up and surrounded you. You listened to the way he spoke to you, softly and often in French, and you noticed the way he responded to your body, the way that no other man ever had. He read you like a book, as terrifying and insane as it felt to realize that, and you couldn’t get enough.

He finally dropped your hands and immediately, your nails curled into his back as he worked your body. He propped your leg up on his hip to thrust even deeper than he had before and with each roll of his hips, you felt him deep inside you. You moaned against his shoulder and he cursed loudly in French as you rolled your hips to match the movement of his.

“I want to cum with you,” you whispered in his ear. He sighed, then nodded before pulling back to thrust into you with a little more power behind it. His hands found your hips as he leaned back on his knees and thrust into you, pulling you down onto his cock as he did so. You were a mess beneath him and he watched your breasts bounce as he fucked you. 

“Cum, baby,” he whispered, returning to the position he’d been in moments ago. He knew you were close, he was right behind you, and as he returned to the previous position, you shouted out. “Come on. With me.”

“Luc, you’re so good,” you moaned. “You fuck me so good.”

Pierre’s hand found your clit, thumb circling the sensitive nub as his lips met yours in a rough kiss. His heart pounds in his chest as your orgasm finally reached you, whimpering and moaning beneath him as he chased his own high. It wouldn’t take long with you unraveling beneath him and, finally, he cums, hips stuttering as he filled up the condom. He dropped his weight onto you, breathing ragged, and your hands began to scratch the skin of his back soothingly as you both caught your breath. 

About a minute later, he rolled over onto his back and discarded the condom while you ran to the bathroom. He rested against the headboard and waited for you to come back, heart still hammering in his chest from an orgasm like no other. You returned and his eyes tracked your movement across the room. 

“Do you want me to go?”

You looked up at him, a bit like a deer in headlights, and answered, “Um, no. You can stay, if you want.”

“Okay,” he said, voice cracking just a bit. He coughed to clear his throat and nodded. “I’ll stay.”

[elizabeth-mitchells]

There's gotta be some butterflies somewhere - Sam/Deena - Fear Street (2021)

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fear Street Trilogy (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Samantha "Sam" Fraser/Deena Johnson, Samantha "Sam" Fraser & Deena Johnson Characters: Deena Johnson, Samantha "Sam" Fraser (Fear Street) Additional Tags: Canon Related, Pre-Canon, Pre-Relationship, Canon Lesbian Relationship, Canon Lesbian Character, Getting Together, First Love, Best Friends, First Kiss, Idiots in Love, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Fluff and Humor Words: 1645

There is a fine line between being two teenage best friends and being an old married couple... At least, that's the case with Sam and Deena.

or, Sam and Deena have been in a relationship forever and absolutely everyone knows... except for them.

It happens all the time.

Josh is the first one to notice, because Sam started sleeping over at their house a little too often, always staying in Deena’s room. In the mornings, Deena would stand by the open door, car keys in her hand and she would wear an expression of frustration and call out “Sam! Come on, we’re going to be late! Why do you take so long to get ready?”

Then Sam would walk out of the bathroom, all ready to go. She would place a kiss on Deena’s cheek, immediately soothing the other girl’s temper, and she’d reply, “Oh, I don’t know, maybe because I have to make breakfast by myself because otherwise you’d poison us.” Deena would try to protest, but her smile gave her away.

Josh would look away from the scene and quietly follow them to the car, saying nothing about it.

At school, it was more of the same.

Heather approached Deena before class started and invited her to a party. Deena replied, “I’m not sure, I think Sam has a thing on Friday. But I always tell her she needs to relax more, you know? We’ll try to make it.”

The other girl blinked slowly, considered inviting them to her aunt’s babyshower instead, something more their style, but decided to drop the subject.

It happened to Sam too, but she never thought twice about it. Other students would approach her in the hallways and tell her, “Hey, have you seen Deena?” “Hey, can you give this to Deena?” “Can you tell Deena band practice was canceled?” On one occasion even one of the teachers approached her to tell her, “You should get Deena to work a little harder on her assignments, I’m sure she would listen to you.” Never mind that she didn’t even share that many classes with Deena. People made assumptions, she just… didn’t know, apparently.

When they were going out with their friends it was more of the same story.

They were all in line to buy movie tickets, Deena started frantically checking her pockets. “Sam, have you seen my wallet?” She wondered distractedly.

In response, Sam silently opened her bag and pulled out Deena’s wallet for her, which she had previously agreed to carry in her bag. It was something that happened very often. Kate and Simon exchanged a knowing look every single time.

When Deena was driving, it was more obvious than ever.

“Did you get lost?” Sam asked her. “Did you get lost in your own hometown, Deena?”

“I swear they changed the signs!”

“It’s Shadyside Deena, our grandparents saw those old signs.”

“We’re not lost,” Deena insisted.

“Pull over,” Sam instructed her, “We have to ask for directions.”

“Are you crazy? I know where I’m going!”

Then they would turn the car around when they caught sight of the Sunnyvale sign, with Kate and Simon sitting in the back of the car laughing the entire time.

Even when nobody was watching, Sam and Deena’s dynamic was unchanged.

Before going out for a party, Sam arrived earlier to Deena’s house. “We’re going to miss that show I like on History Channel,” Sam complained.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Deena kissed her cheek and added, “But what do I wear?” Silently, Sam picked a good outfit for Deena, who watched her with an easy smile on her face. “Hey, don’t forget your dentist appointment on Monday,” Deena said while getting dressed.

“Right,” Sam sighed, “That cavity is going to kill me. Did you see it?”

“Of course. It’s gross,” Deena replied without hesitation or judgment. “Do you think it’s going to rain today?”

“It’s not supposed to,” Sam shrugged, “But… you never know, there might be nine clouds today.”

Sam’s words immediately caused Deena to burst out laughing, and she couldn’t help but join in. None of their friends understood their million little inside jokes, and sometimes not even they could remember the origins of the joke, but they still laughed until they cried.

There were so many little things too. Sam asking Kate to take her shopping because she was having dinner with Deena’s dad. Deena knowing the answer to what is Sam’s blood type. Sam having a key to the Johnson’s house and occasionally being there even before her friends arrived. Then there were silly, stupid things. Deena being upset an entire morning after Sam didn’t laugh at one of her jokes. Sam burning Deena’s breakfast a little when she was mad at her. Kate and Simon having to intervene because Sam and Deena hadn’t spoken in a day because they had a disagreement about adopting a dog or a cat. That’s without even mentioning what they did in their free time. Josh wasn’t unfamiliar to seeing Sam planting flowers on their garden while Deena mowed the lawn. And Kate Simon didn’t let them live down the day they skipped a party because they had to “run errands.” 

Eventually, one more Valentine’s day arrived, and everyone was forcibly reminded that they were all still hormonal teenagers in their last year of high school. During lunch, Sam and Deena arrived, sat down on the same spots as always, never interchanging their seats, but occasionally exchanging their food, and greeted their friends.

“So, what are we going to do for Valentine’s Day,” Sam asked her friends.

Simon genuinely laughed at the question. “Oh, you know I love you, ladies, but I’m out,” he replied.

“Boring,” Deena said. She threw a balled up napkin at him and turned toward Kate. “What about you? Or are you going to ditch us too?”

“Uh, no, thank you,” Kate grinned, “Not in the mood to third wheel this year.”

Sam and Deena frowned a little, but decided not to overthink it. “But we always do something together,” Sam complained. She pouted a litte, Deena looked at her adoringly, and the other two rolled their eyes. The usual.

“Yeah, but that was before the two of you started dating,” Simon pointed out. “How long has it been now?”

There was a long, tense silence. For the first time, Sam and Deena couldn’t look at each other. While Sam turned tomato red in the face, Deena gripped her fork with a little too much strength. “What?” she scoffed. “We’re not… I mean, we… we’re not dating,” she said, stuttering uncharacteristically the entire time.

“Come on,” Kate rolled her eyes. “It’s been years, hasn’t it? Don’t bother hiding it from us. I’m almost offended right now.”

Sam took a deep breath, and straightened a little, she was visibly freaking out a little. “Guys, it’s true we are not… uh, you know… we aren’t… not like that,” she whispered.

Simon laughed again. “Oh really? So you guys act like an old married couple just for fun?” Kate laughed along with him, and they barely noticed when Deena took Sam’s hand and practically dragged her out of the cafeteria, dropping her hand along the way because somehow it didn’t feel like the most natural thing in the world anymore.

Finally, the two girls made it to the girls bathroom and started pacing along the small space.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” Sam repeated again and again. “How? Why? Since when? Us?”

“Did you know about this?” Deena asked her. “Did they ever tell you something?”

“Yes, Deena, of course they did, I just wanted to embarrass you this entire time,” Sam replied and crossed her arms.

“Okay, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Deena rolled her eyes.

For a moment, they just stood still and quiet. But when they finally looked at each other, their laughter just exploded. The situation was entirely too funny not to laugh about it together. Instinctively, they drifted closer, Sam placed a hand on Deena’s shoulder and they shook with laughter for another minute until they calmed down.

“Oh my God, were we seriously arguing about this?” Deena asked. She noticed Sam’s eyes had watered with all their laughter, so she reached out to delicately wipe a small tear away. She kept her hand on Sam’s cheek.

“Apparently,” Sam sighed. Despite her initial panic, once she found herself alone with Deena again, she was at home.

In contrast, Deena was feeling her heart beating a little faster than usual. “Are we an old married couple?” She asked Sam with a playful smile.

Sam hesitated. Something in her eyes had changed, and Deena was acutely aware of it. “Well, we aren’t old and married,” Sam replied slowly.

“Are we a couple?” Deena asked her, she was noticeably breathless, but Sam heard her perfectly.

“I don’t know,” Sam replied honestly. She was leaning her head to the side a little, making the most of the contact they were sharing.

Deena nodded. Her thumb was instinctively caressing Sam’s cheek. She took a step closer to the other girl. “Is that something you would like?” Deena whispered.

“I mean,” Sam took a deep breath, “I like what we are right now…”

“But?”

This was the moment. Everything could change. For better or for worse. But they trusted each other and they knew each other well enough to hope for the best. So, Sam licked her lips, looked down, and reached out with her fingers for Deena’s belt loops. Then she tugged her a little closer and looked back up at Deena.

“Don’t you ever… think about… kissing me?”

Deen felt her heart skip a beat, and all the air leave her lungs. She moved even closer to Sam, their bodies colliding in a completely new way. She moved her other hand to gently hold Sam’s face between her hands. “All the time,” she finally replied in a whisper before leaning forward and finally kissing Sam.

Kate entered the bathroom twenty minutes later, and found Sam and Deena making out against one of the sinks. Nobody ever believed they hadn’t been dating already.