#I legit just stared at the chunk of hair that just? what

[pixlokita]

Status: -lost about 20% of my hair and got sick from eating too many mini red velvet cupcakes-

[tracistars]

SUMMER SONG

⸻ ୨ৎ DARYL DIXONXYOUNG!READER ୨ৎ-

reader is like 18-19. very massive age gap just for fair warning due to Daryl legit being in his late 40s-50s. Cigarette burns, rude daryl, gets his nasty fingers in your panties, spitting, dubcon, very extreme kink/fetish, eating you out. ( btw i haven't watched twd since ancient times, so I apologize if I haven't gotten any of this right. I'm currently rewatching it, also don't mind if daryl is ooc this is js a silly diddle. Also not proof read! )

Daryl was a man you were quite fond of. He was always closed off... rude... or just quiet. You guys never really talked unless it was important. His most active times were during the night, usually smoking fresh cigarettes he'd find in some walkers' pants, or overall people, but most times she found him smoking old butted out cigarettes that had been butted out for a good decade or so, loosing all the flavor and buzz to the small little cancer filled sticks.

Weeks had passed, and they were sent out to go look for certain supplies. It wasn't a big thing, so they sent you and daryl out. It was a quiet trip, the occasional flicks of his lighters, grunts were the entirety of the noises made the whole trip to the destination they needed to be... of course nature took its part making the awkward tension between you too not so awkward with the rustling of leaves, twigs snapping, of course the fleshy noises of killing walkers. God you hated walkers.. the scent of decay and fermented blood always burned your nose... you covered your noise as you watched daryl take out the walkers much quicker than you'd ever be able too.

As blood splattered against his bruised knuckles decorating the cigarette burns against his wrists... couldn't help stare. You were quickly pulled out of your questions and head when daryl yelled at you to pay fucking attention, you jumped realizing a walker was alittle to close for comfort.. you tried to reach for your hunting knife but dropped it. Stumbling back feeling the zombie trip over you, panicked trying to push the dead weight off you.. trying your hardest to avoid the foul smelling mouth. With a quick movement of daryl pulling the walker off you watching how he didn't hesitate to stomp in the walkers skull.. you screamed feeling the unnaturally cold foul smelling blood splattered against your face.. chunks of thin rotting skin decorated your hair and forehead. You trembled, stumbling upwards.

" fucking idiot! Watch your goddamn surroundings! you knew there was gonna be walkers... "

He scowled... feeling yourself shiver his thick southern accent loud in your ears... his voice bounced off the forest.. and you stood there.. clenching your fists.. you didn't say anything, you didn't understand why.. nor did you understand why you stayed silent taking his bullshit... but you did... staring at him like a hurt puppy. He shook his head.

" your damn glad I was near you... for fucks sakes... let's get going... "

a few hours had passed eventually you made it to the destination Carol had sent you two. You looked around.. already trying to see if there was anything of value or use. Daryl on the other hand just stood there, watching you pick up things and throw them in your bag.. he'd help you eventually, but he needed a damn cigarette from your idiocy earlier. Flick... flick.. flick.. his lighter finally came to a start, lighting his cigarette, daryl inhaled deeply the burn hitting his throat as he quickly blew the smoke out his nose.. he kept it in his mouth as he began to look around himself. following behind you, he couldn't help but take a glance at you a few times. He couldn't deny you were attractive.. as sick as it was.. you were a damn attractive young lady. The way you'd never noticed, he could see the lining of your off-white lacey underwear over your low rised dirtied flared jeans.

God what was he thinkin? Thinking about a young lady like you in a awful light.. you were damn young and here he was.. a fucking fossil of a man, thirsting and craving a young woman like you... he wasn't even sure if your virginity had been taken, you'd never talk to guys.. you stayed alone most of the time, unless you were with Carol or maggie.. you clung on them.. but whenever you were with a guy - you became.. awkward and weird .. he noticed. As he continued to puff on his cigarette.. the way your thighs rubbed together in those tight jeans, whenever you bent down to pick something up, and how he could see your soft breasts being barely held in the over worn black bra ... in that stupid white tank top carol forced him to give to you... due to your lack of clothing. He shook his head.. a small grunt of a approval escaping his lips. Grabbing your wrists yanking you upwards.. he could see the slight fear in those big exhausted eyes of yours.

" i think that's more than enough supplies.. "

You looked up at him, and he towered you.. you pulled back your wrist slightly.. nodding.

on your way back from this little supply run, you noticed how daryl walked behind you rather than behind or beside you.. whenever you looked behind you to see if he was still behind you or not, but you noticed how he only seemed to be staring at your ass rather than you. You shifted uncomfortably... not because you felt unsafe you just felt... weird he didn't ask? Cause you were totally interested in him, but you've always thought you were way to young for him, scared ya might make him weirded out with you. You cursed internally, you've always had a thing for older guys, and daryl was fucking perfect in your old guy department.

The way his muscles would be visible underneath that black long-sleeve of his, his usual greasy hair.. his whole entire dirtied look was so attractive to her.. even his scent made her crazy. He reeked of cigarettes that foul scent of decay and fermented blood from walkers, and occasionally, when she was lucky, he'd smell like Irish spring... she guessed that's when he actually took a damn bath.

You must've been standing around for a while. It wasn't until Daryl shoved your shoulder slightly pinning you slightly against the bark of a tree... you blinked, your brows furrowing in confusion.

" Pay attention, kid... what did I tell you? "

You blinked at him like he was an idiot before you nodded.' You're right.. you're right, sorry. ' You spoke, shaking your head before moving forward again... Jesus... she needed to get it through her hair she shouldn't be feeling all these things, thinking all these things about him! Shit he was twice her age. She cursed herself out internally as she now followed daryl, walking slow behind him. There was that awkward silence again... the only noises being crickets and nocturnal animals moving around hunting for prey.. or prey trying to survive. Occasionally, there would be a walker or two. She always stood back.. watching how daryl took it out quickly, he didn't even bother to use his crossbow... just using her own hunting knife skillfully, getting them down to their knees.. before smashing there heads in.. which was much quicker than using his own cross bow. The way his muscles clenched, the way his hands would hold on tightly against her very poorly treated end, and how he managed to stab them no problem despite the blade on her knife being dull and used, how he kept the almost same expression with killing each zombie as if he grew numb and cold to the blood.. the smell the overall decay. You felt yourself bite your lip almost... your crooked teeth grazing over your bottom chapped lip, your fists squeezing as he glanced up at you, his face bloodied from zombies he shook his head.

When you had come back, giving all the stuff to Carol, she smiled, hugging you, patting your shoulder before sending you off... of course her and daryl spoke.. walking around the heavily guarded place.. you... well, you returned to where you were sleeping. Luckily, you were able to get your own place to sleep. As you began to rip off your clothes.. the dirtied and bloodied clothes all landing into the pile that had built in your room, you groaned running a hand through your hair now standing in your off white panties which were stained with dried blood from your fingers.. you cursed under your breath as you looked at the sticky dried blood stuck under your nails, rolling your eyes. Your hands now rested on your side. You stood there bare chested, standing over her messy bed.. in the very dimly lit room.

Gosh... you needed his dirty fingers all over you.. you don't care if you sounded sick or not, you wanted them to grab your thighs.. forcing them open, and stuffing his face deep between your thighs... in your cunt. You held back a moan at the thought.. your fingers running and grazing over your stomach. Just as your fingers were at the hem of your panties.. a large hand grabbed your hip.. grabbing your much smaller hand and forcing his fingers under the hem of your panties along with yours, you were about to scream.. but you smelt a freshly burning cigarette... and immediately almost melted into Daryl's touch. His face deep into the nape of your neck.. sniffing and inhaling your sweet scent. His other hand ran up your side, grabbing your breast his fingers catching onto your nipple, pulling and twisting at it.. forcing tiny noises out of you as you grabbed his arm.. feeling the soft hairs against his forearm.

" this all for me? All pretty.. standing here... waiting for me... teasing me all day.. such a alittle idiot you are, youve got such smooth skin... be a damn shame if i ruined it"

His words were like little sweet nothings running through your brain.. you let out a breathy giggle.. you watched him give one last puff to his cigarette. You honestly thought he was joking on the last part... but as he reached up to grab his dying cigarette, he gave you one glance.. a tiny smirk. Tsss... you gasped in pain.. grabbing onto his arm tightly as you tried to pull away from his grasp, right around your nipple.. for such a small little thing.. it was painful. He quickly let the butt of the cigarette fall against the floor.. now looking at his mark.. your tainted skin. Fucking beautiful.

Just as you about to yell at him for being such a jerk, his fingers began to move in a circular motion.. around your clit..you let out a whine as you realized how needy your cunt was for him. Dripping with juices, all from a damn burn... you arched against him. Groans and whines escaping your lips as your thighs trembled.

" such pretty little moans for me... your cunt is fucking Dripping wet.. fucking slut.. getting wet for an old man like me? Shit... you've really hit the bottom of the barrel huh kid? "

He insulted in your ears... keeping your body pinned against him, you were an arching Dripping trembling mess.. all because of his damn presence. Daryl enjoyed that. You were pathetic and he swallowed that up like a goddamn predator eating up it's prey. He ripped his hands away from your Dripping cunt shoving you against the bed not hesitating to rip apart your panties. His jeans were tight... he was hard solid. You landed against your elbows as you watched how he ripped your favorite pair of panties apart.. you could see the growing ache in his pants as he bent down grabbing your thighs immediately burying his face between them.. his tongue lapping against your pussy licking up any juices.. before he actually got to work.. he was starved and hungry as he looked up at you. He wanted your virgin pussy and it showed.

Daryl buried his face in your pussy, tasting all your juices.. your natural musk.. you, you were unshaven and so natural, It made him so fucking hard.. he swore he came in his pants just at the taste... tangy and sweet you were, he licked you up. He needed this virgin pussy. He needed your innocence. Your young body was everything to him. He let out a guttural groan as he licked his lips.. looking at you.. your face flushed.. you were now a whining stupid mess, daryl slurped.. and slurped against your needy pussy relentlessly he didn't care if he was making you cum over and over again.. he enjoyed your moans your taste.. this virgin pussy of yours, he couldn't take it yet. He wanted to enjoy the taste.. before he'd begin filling you up with his awful fucking seed, tainting your body with him truly claiming your body as his own.

As he kept up this relentlessly God awful pace of eating you out you collapsed.. shaking.. and trembling.. as you let out screams... overstimulated.. you yanked on his hair tightly, before squeezing his head tightly in your thighs.. squirting everywhere.. gushing, draining every ounce of cum from your body... it felt like he drained you of everything if that was even possible. Your thighs trembled as he finally pulled his face away. When you thought he was done... he just wasn't your tired out body now looking up at the shaft of his unshaved dick, a natural sweaty salty odor hit your nose as you whined rather pathetically. You were fucked.

AHGGGHHH SO SORRY, ITS SO RUSHED AND SO SHORT but hyperfixating so hard on twd, daryl and negan >_0 might make a part two.. maybe with negan as well BUT AGGHHH!!! I HOPE THIS IS READABLE!!!

[moemammon]

You are not Beyoncé but you're singing your heart out when you think you're home alone.

(Featuring the demon brothers and GN!MC)

For once, you had the house to yourself! Was this a miracle?? Were the heavens finally smiling down on you from above? Was this the result of all your good karma??? Whatever it was, you were almost certain that you were alone for once.

And what did that mean? Time for a good ol' fashion jam session. You put on your favorite tunes and set them to blast through the speaker of your D.D.D. while you danced around the house, singing your heart out. Who cared if some of your notes were flat, or if you had to drop a few pitches to hit those high notes?

Not you. You were just living your best life without a care in the world.

Until...

Lucifer

Of course the eldest would be around. Arguably the most mysterious and omnipotent brother in the house, so yeah. He's there.

He told you this morning that he’d have a meeting to attend after classes today. You thought he’d be out for a long while, but it just so happened that the meeting ended early today, much to his relief.

Not to yours though, because that means that Lucifer has front row seats to your amazing concert without your permission.

He didn't even have the courtesy to make himself known! He just waited in the kitchen, quietly preparing his coffee while your singing echoed through the halls.

You were sauntering your way to the kitchen as well, fumbling over forgotten lyrics without a care in the world, when you saw him.

Enemy spotted.

Does this mean he heard every single time your voice cracked-

Your eyes lock and Lucifer doesn't even mention what you were just doing, despite the obviously being within earshot of you.

You really start feeling the heat rising in your cheeks when he says "You seem to be in a good mood. Did something good happen to you at RAD today?"

Regardless of how you respond (or not), Lucifer turns his back to you to tidy up, and says "....I don't believe I've ever heard your singing before. You'll have to give me an encore in my office some time."

You swear you can hear the mischief in his tone....

Mammon

This seriously was unheard of. An afternoon without having mammon glued to your hip?? Hell must've frozen over or something.

Regardless, you weren't going to take this for granted! Mammon did mention something about a 'foolproof money making scheme' he had a dream about last night, so he was probably off trying to see if he could make it a reality.

Things like this usually took a huge chunk of greedy boy's afternoon, so you figured you were safe to sing as you pleased!

Besides, he probably would've texted you if he were on the way home, right?

Apparently not, because Mammon was very much home, and did not send you a text. Honestly? He forgot to. He was too busy wallowing in self pity.

How was he supposed to know that using magic to duplicate grim was illegal??

He managed to escape any real trouble and made his way back home, only to have his ears immediately blessed (or assaulted) by your singing.

He's not the type to sit around in secret until you notice him, so catch this boy marching around the house until he finds you himself. Not so quietly calling out your name the entire time, too.

Mammon caught you in the empty library singing your heart out. The acoustics were great in there! They also kinda drowned out the outside noise, so you couldn't really hear him yelling for you.

"Oh, I thought you were screamin' about a bug or something. What song is that?"

He's not shy about singing in the shower at the top of his lungs, so it's not like he's judging you?? But he's got his phone out when you spot him. The bastard is recording you...

So your knee jerk reaction is to attack

"Wh- Oi!! What're ya hitting me for?! I don't care if it's just a pillow- Hey!"

He has chosen death. Goodbye Mammon.

Leviathan

It was kind of bold of you to assume that Levi would ever be out of the house, but he DID mention something about a concert he wanted to attend..? Or some kind of book signing?

You don't really remember, and you don't have the mental strength to scroll through the sea of spam texts he's sent you today.

C'est la vie.

Since you're pretty sure you're alone, you're not taking your solo concert all around the house of lamentation, from the foyer to the west wing, up to the attic and down to the dining room.

Gotta find the perfect spot to sing this next part. It's got a really good bit with a flute, and you wanna stare longingly out of a window or something-

And it's when you pass by otaku man's room that he decides to make himself known by poking his head out. His headset is around his neck and his hair's a little tousled, hinting that he was in the middle of gaming.

You freeze. Neither of you can look the other in the eye.

It takes a while before the silence can be broken, but before you can say a word, Levi speaks.

"Y-You know... you should come to karaoke with me! Only if you want to, I mean! I didn't know you were a fan of singing, so... but you probably have other plans, right? You don't want to hang out with a gross otaku like me blah blah blah-"

You aren't sure if your brain is malfunctioning from being caught in the act, or from the word vomit spilling from everyone's favorite weeb.

Satan

Satan is a good, studious boy so you assumed he was staying after class to head to the library. He was lagging behind, so you didn't question it.

Or maybe he was planning his next prank? Lucifer did have to make an announcement tomorrow morning in front of the student body, and Satan had been awfully interested in glitter bombs lately...

Whatever the case, he wasn't home right now! Or so you thought.

You were busy switching between two different choruses AND a sick guitar riff all in one song, so there was no time to be thinking about the demon's whereabouts.

You did wonder where you left your bag at, though. You vaguely recalled dumping it at the front door, so maybe that's where it was?

Scooting your way down the hall like a music powered locomotive, you were right in the middle of imitating the sound of drums when you spotted the trembling grin plastered to Satan's face.

Hm.

Maybe you could ask Diavolo about sending you back to the human world right now.

"Sorry, I didn't know you were here, or I would've said something." Satan tells you, clearing his throat to further suppress his laughter. From the way his shoulders are shaking, he was barely holding on.

"I didn't think you were the type to like songs like that. Do you have a playlist you could recommend me? I'm interested after seeing how much you enjoy it."

That cheeky grin of his never breaks for a second, so you can't tell if he's actually asking for recommendations, or if he's watching for your reaction.

Asmo

Not a surprise that you assumed he wasn't home, since he rarely is. He's always out partying or shopping around, so you usually don't see him much around this time.

But that also means you're free to sing as loudly as you want! Look out Mariah Carey, there's a new high note singer in town.

Asmo can vouch for that! Because he can hear you. Clearly.

Okay but he's one of those people that joins in while you're singing.

Legit the moment he goes inside and recognizes your song, he's trying to serenade you from the other side of the house.

And boy do you hear him. This man can SING (as expected of a fallen angel), and he likes to sing loudly. He wants all eyes on him after all!

And maybe you'll be so smitten by his angelic voice that you'll come running into his arms and beg that he takes you right then and there!

Wishful thinking though, because that is not how you reacted. Boo...

He finds you, and wants to know what you think of his voice. "Well? My singing was beautiful, wasn't it~? I used to sing all the time up in the celestial realm! I don't mind giving you some private lessons back in my room~"

Was he implying that you needed lessons? Maybe... but he's a sweetheart about it so can you really be mad at him?

Beel

A crepe cart recently opened up for a limited time, and there was no way Beel was going to miss that. And knowing him, he wouldn't come home until there were no traces of food left in sight.

So you figured you'd have plenty of time to brush up on your sea shanties! Bold of you to assume...

Beel can inhale a billion times his weight in food in like, five minutes. What made you think he wouldn't be back home by now?

He was full for a good ten minutes (a new record!) and spent that time in his bedroom, hence why you didn't hear his usual rummaging through the kitchen for food.

Speaking of food, you were feeling kind of hungry yourself! And a little parched from all the singing, so a snack break couldn't hurt!

You slid on your socks along the hardwood floor all the way to the kitchen... where you nearly slammed into Beel. There he was, the mad lad himself.

He was also on the way to the kitchen. Surprise surprise, right? And he managed to catch you by the shoulders before you could slide into anything.

Beel is the least phased by your singing. He just thinks it's nice that you were comfortable enough to sing so loudly! Good to see that you're enjoying yourself.

He doesn't exactly address it? Instead he moves his hand forward to place something into yours.

It's a crepe that he saved, just for you! You stare at the delicate pastry, all topped with layers of fluffy whipped cream, strawberries and blueberries, and lovingly drizzled with chocolate sauce! There's a bite taken out of the side, though-

"I tried my best to hold back, but I took a bite. Sorry..."

How can you be mad at him?? You're not even embarrassed about the singing anymore tbh. Too full of love to care 💕💕

Belphie

When,,,, was Belphie ever not home,, like,,,,

This man has never seen a classroom in his life, so it's not like you could've expected him to be at RAD.

And he wasn't usually in town?? Definitely a homebody.

But Beel wanted someone to go with him to that crepe cart, and Belphie couldn't exactly turn his dear brother down when he gave him those big baby eyes-

And since Beel wasn't home, you figured Belphie was still out, too!

Spoiler alert: you thought wrong.

Belphie was home, and now wide awake thanks to your banshee screams singing. He managed to slip away from Beel when he got too tired. He didn't really want a crepe anyway, so he decided to head back.

Only to be rudely awaken... how dare you...

He's hellbent on finding you, JUST so he can get you to shush. Please.. let him rest his weary bones...

When he does locate you, you have your back turned to him and your music on max volume, occupying yourself with grabbing your clean laundry to take back to your room.

He doesn't speak, instead choosing to watch you shimmy around to the beat of your song. And when you do a little spin, you turn right around to face him and get to witness the sheer amusement on his face.

He's NOT letting your forget about this moment. And you can't escape him either, he won't let you.

The bastard corners you just to repeatedly ask "Hey, what were you singing? I haven't heard that one in a while. Mind singing it again for me?"

"With a voice like that, I'm afraid to ask you to sing me a lullaby."

"...Just kidding. Your face is really red right now, you know?"

You feel the sudden urge to stuff him into the dryer, but you resist.

The urge grows stronger when he imitates the little dance you were doing.

[supercorpkid]

hai!! im LOVING that i found this gem of an account of yours 🤩 could i request a scenario where supercorp's reaction to their daughter cutting their hair really short,, (girl crush vibes)?? I'm loving your works the more i read!!

YAY!!! That makes me so happy to hear it!

Here’s how I think they would react like. Thanks for the prompt!

Haircut

Word Count: 1510.

“I wanna cut my hair.” You announce, walking in the kitchen and both Lena and Kara raise their eyes at you.

“Ok. I’ll get the red sun lamps and the scissors.” Kara agrees, motioning to leave.

“No, no.” You stop her before she leaves. “It’s nothing you can do.”

“Kid, I’ve been cutting your hair since you were born. I can do anything.” Kara says and you raise an eyebrow at her.

“Really?” She agrees with her head. “Then why do I have the same haircut ever since I was two?”

“That’s not-” Kara starts, but Lena cuts her off.

“It’s true. You basically only trim her bangs and sometimes the tips.”

“See.” You point at Lena. “I want a different haircut. I want it to be very very short.”

“But you have such pretty hair. Why would you do that?” Kara asks, looking confused. “Next thing you’ll say is that you grew out of bangs.”

“I did grow out of bangs, but there’s not much I can do except wait for it to grow now.” You shrug. “But the hair, yeah, I want to change it.”

“But-but-but” Kara says with tears in her eyes. You look at Lena.

“You know, maybe it’s not a good idea to cut your hair, baby. Wouldn’t it be weird if both Superkid and you got a haircut at the same time?” Lena asks, you first roll your eyes as a response, then you add.

“Superkid doesn’t exist anymore. Besides, didn’t Kara Danvers and Supergirl get bangs at the same time and no one noticed, including you?”

“I’ve noticed.” Lena mumbles. “I just didn’t want to comment on it because I thought it would be impolite.”

“Telling momma she got the same haircut as Supergirl would be impolite?”

“Yeah, and that she was too old for bangs.” Lena shrugs, making Kara snap her head up and look at her.

“What?” Kara furrows her brows at Lena. “I looked great in bangs! Here’s proof!” She points at your hair, and you sigh.

“Ok, whatever. Nevermind.”

But it’s not really whatever. And you might have said nevermind to them, but you mind. You really do mind.

Vou: Hey! Can you do me a solid?

Aunt Alex: What do you need?

You: Can I meet you at the DEO?

Aunt Alex: I’m here!

It takes you a while to get there. You must say, sometimes you miss being Superkid, just because it was so much easier to move around town. Oh, and much faster than a bus.

“Hey!” Alex greets you when you walk in the DEO. “It took you a while.”

“Yeah, I flew here on a bus.”

She laughs, rolling her eyes at your very Kara-like joke. “What do you need?

“Can you cut my hair?” She looks lost at the question, so you decide to give her more information. “You know, red sun emulator and scissors?”

“Right.” Alex agrees, making her way to where the red sun lamp is kept. “Doesn’t Kara usually cut your hair?”

“Usually, yeah. But I want to change styles a little. I was thinking more like 2015 Alex and less like 2020 Kara .”

“That’s a big change. Are they ok with it?”

“Aunt Alex-” You put a hand on her shoulder. “I’m 16. I’ve saved National City a few times. I think I can choose my own hairstyle.”

“Ok, kiddo.” Alex points at the chair. “Let’s do it! I’m up for you looking more like me! And my hair in 2015 was a look.”

You sit on the chair and Alex turns the red sun lamp on, so it dampens your powers. You give her a thumbs up and an excited smile.

Forget about the fact that you’re cutting half of your hair, because you think it would make it harder for people to recognize you. Forget about the fact that you believe it could take the weight off your shoulders. If glasses had been your disguise for years now, maybe a new haircut can buy you some time before people remember about your existence.

You shouldn’t focus on that. You should focus on the excitement that change brings into a person’s life. And maybe this outside change can help you with your inside change too.

“Ok. Oh my God, I swear you look like a total badass.” Alex puts the scissor down and you look to the floor and see big chunks of your hair lost in there. Ok. You hope she’s right. “Here, look.”

Alex raises the mirror in front of your face, and you smile at yourself. Perfect. You not only look like a total badass, but somehow you also don’t look like yourself.

“It’s perfect.” You stand up from the chair, throwing your arms around her. “Thanks aunt Alex. You’re the best. I’m gonna go show Jamie.”

“Yeah, sure. I’m here for you, kiddo.”

So far the reactions to your new haircut have been:

Alex: You look like a total badass.

Kelly: Oh, wow. You look so fancy with this new hairstyle!

Jamie: Oh my God. OH MY GOD! You don’t even look like a dipshit anymore! I love it!

Maya: Uh. You-You-Uh-How-Oh God, it’s hot in here, isn’t it? Babe, you look so good it’s hard to get my words out.

And now, onto your moms reaction:

“Hey babygirl, where were y-'' Lena looks at you with incredulity in her eyes. “You cut your hair.”

“Mhm.” You walk past her, pretending it’s not a big deal. Lena holds your arm before you move away.

“Let me look at you.” She asks, and you stop, staring at her with an expectant smile. Her hands go to your hair, as she feels them on her hands, twisting a lock on her fingers, then putting it behind your ear. “You look beautiful, baby.”

“You think so?” You ask, with a bigger smile now.

“You always look beautiful.” She holds your head and kisses your forehead.

“Do you think momma will like it too?”

Lena furrows her brows. “What? Where did you get a haircut if not with Kara?” Eyes wide. “Don’t tell me you went to a hair salon.”

“No! Mom, come on. It was aunt Alex.” You give her a reassuring smile.

“Alex did this? Huh. Can’t believe I’ve been flying to Paris to have my hair cut when she can do stuff like that to one’s hair.”

“Hey love! Oh, and who’s that?” Kara asks, coming inside the house from the backyard door. You turn around to look at her with a smile. “Oh.”

Kara’s brain seems to be malfunctioning as she only stares at you saying nothing and with no other reaction. Your smile slowly fades as you wait.

“Kara? Say something!” Lena says and she finally blinks.

“Oh, you got a haircut!” Kara furrows her brows. “Who-who cut your hair?”

“Aunt Alex.”

“Huh. Ok. Well, I’ll be right back.” Kara says and she flies away. You look back at Lena.

“She hated it.” You sigh woefully. Pout, and soon, you’re bawling your eyes out in Lena’s shirt. She tries to calm you down, but you can’t be stopped. You didn’t know you needed Kara’s approval that badly.

So you make your way to your bedroom, ready to not get out of bed for a while, wrap yourself in a blanket, and keep crying into your pillow.

“Hey.” Kara shows up a few minutes later. “Why are you crying?”

“I’m not.” But you are. With your face squished against the pillow so she can’t see it.

“Can you look at me?”

“No. Go away.”

“Little one, please. I wanna show you something. Look at me, come on.” Kara asks and you turn your face slowly to look at her. You blink your eyes when you realize what it is that she wants to show you.

“You cut your hair like mine?” You sit up right away, and Kara smiles at you.

“Yes! I mean, I always wanted to cut my hair like that, but I was scared of how it would look, and then you did it. And Rao, you look so perfect! Like, kid, you legit look like a freaking rockstar. So, it would obviously look good on me too, right?” She looks so excited it’s hard to wrap your mind around it. “Right?”

“Yes! Of course! You look incredibly handsome, momma.” You say, and she lets out a relieved breath. “But what about the whole Supergirl and Kara Danvers getting the same haircut at the same time?”

“Oh.” She thinks about it for a second. “I mean, I got away with bangs. No way I won’t get away with this now.”

“I guess.” You shrug and Kara cleans your tears, with a smile.

“Go wash your face so we can take a selfie with the same haircut.”

“God, momma. No. You’re way too old for that.” You joke, and Kara shows you her tongue. But you still take a picture with her, because she does, indeed, look handsome and you want to show off your new haircut too.

[nagito-kissmaeda]

Arcade - Komaeda x Reader

ミ☆  Just a silly thing I wrote about an arcade employee being baffled while Komaeda clears out all the machines lol ミ☆ I’ve been feeling kind of down about my writing so i just wanted to do something fun. It’s not very good haha. I’m tired and i can’t write good asjfkakd

Night shift at the arcade is usually pretty quiet. Most people start leaving around dinner time and while there are usually still some hardcore gamers lurking around until the AM, most of them only come in on Friday’s or weekends. So the job is usually easy breezy, most nights you lean up on the counter and browse the internet on your phone until your shift ends.

Tonight though, you have been acutely watching as this guy moves from machine to machine. Absolutely clearing them out. You’ve never seen anything like it. Presently, you are crouched behind a claw machine filled with Hello Kitty plushies as this guy slips two bucks into the Big Bass Wheel cabinet. Your eyes drift over to the last cabinet he used, the Wizard of Oz coin pusher. It is empty , you have never seen that happen in the whole time you’ve worked here. You weren’t even sure it could happen.

The guy spins the wheel, it spins and spins and spins. Jackpot. Your eyes narrow, a jackpot isn’t too uncommon, it honestly isn’t even worth that many tickets, but then he nonchalantly slides in another two dollars and hits jackpot again . This is starting to get suspicious.

The machine is spitting out tickets now, so many tickets. Even the guy looks surprised, you are definitely surprised. Two jackpots is not worth that many tickets, but they just keep coming and coming. Machine fault? Must be. The guy looks almost resigned at this point, sighing unhappily as the tickets keep spewing out, like they’re wasting his time and not like this was a superhuman feat of luck. Then, the machine starts smoking.

“Shit!” You hiss, jumping up from your hiding place behind the claw machine and dashing over to the guy before anything catches on fire. You’ve caught him by surprise, he probably didn’t realise you were following him around, “out of the way, please!”

He ducks out of the way, pulling his armfuls worth of tickets along with him as you switch the arcade cabinet off at the wall. The machinery inside stops whirring and the smoke calms down. You wipe your forehead with the back of your hand, you’ve never seen a machine fault this badly before, you were probably going to need to file an indecent report. What a pain.

“You okay?” You ask the guy. He is a lot taller up close, and the shock of messy white hair on his head only makes him seem taller. He sways like a palm tree in the breeze, clutching onto his massive wad of tickets for dear life.

“I’m sorry. I broke your machine.”

Oh...his voice is softer than you had expected it would be. The lights from a nearby Daytona cabinet are reflecting in his green eyes. You swallow, “You didn't break anything, machine fault, it happens sometimes.”

His eyes drift away from you and over to the cabinet, the smoke has stopped now, it doesn't look like there was too much damage, but he looks very upset about it anyway.

“Hey, seriously, dont worry about it.” You give him an awkward pat on his forearm, “The machines in here are really old, stuff like this happens all the time.”

“Oh...ah…” He bites his lip, “If you’re sure…”

You smile, “Yeah, don't even sweat it. You can keep the tickets by the way, once they're out of the machine it's a nightmare to get them back in again, so consider it an apology for almost setting you on fire.”

He laughs weakly, “Thank you.”

“Hey, uh…” You start, not so subtle eyeing his ticket collection. A decent chunk of it was from that Big Bass Wheel malfunction, an already exorbitant number was won legit. More than you had ever seen anyone win before, “are you a cabinet master?”

“A...what?”

“Like, you know all the sweet spots on the machines. Technically not cheating, but not entirely legal either.”

His eyes widen, “Did I do something wrong?”

“No!” You shake your head at him, “You just won a lot of tickets is all. I’ve never seen someone win that many tickets.”

“I’m just really lucky. It’s all i'm good at, honestly.” He’s fiddling with the tickets in his arms, “My friend’s birthday is coming up and i'm trying to win her that Sailor Moon statue.”

It is true that there is a coveted Sailor Moon statue amongst the arcade’s prize collection. It’s huge, beautifully painted and according to your boss, incredibly rare . It’s been sitting there on the shelf for god knows how long, still tight in it’s shrinkwrap. Generally the most any player is able to afford is three or four sticky hands and a glow in the dark spider ring, but this guy is getting tantalisingly close.

You cross your arms and smirk at him, “You’re really that lucky?”

“Most of the time.”

“Okay then. You’re going to play Monster Drop next, it's the hardest cabinet we have.” You start heading over to the machine in the back of the arcade, it’s huge, you always forget how huge it is. The guy is diligently following behind you, shoulders hunched like he’s trying to make himself seem smaller. The pile of tickets in his arms rustling as he walks, “I’ve never seen anyone get a monster jackpot on this thing. Also my boss filled it with a bunch of different sized balls, so it's basically impossible to get a standard jackpot too, even after practicing at other arcades.”

“Hm. Is that really fair?”

You shrug a shoulder, “Nope. It’s big and loud, so lots of people want to play it and Boss doesn't want too many people winning. there's a catch though, raise the difficulty and you also raise the ticket payout. So if you manage to beat it, you'll be able to afford Sailor Moon.”

The current ticket payout is displayed in flashing red lights, 72,483 . With every failed attempt at hitting the monster jackpot the payout just gets higher and higher, those tantalising numbers draw in more kids hoping to be the one who gets lucky. A number that big means the cabinet has never been won, a smart arcade goer knows that a number like that means stay away.

“How do I play?” He asks, dropping his ticket collection on the ground at his feet.

“Ah, it’s deceptively simple.” You grab his hand and tug him over to the machine, gesturing up at where the balls drop down from, “You just need to press the button to let out a ball, and that’s literally it. The base of the machine spins around to make it harder to get the balls in. Monster jackpot is in the middle, so you would think a straight drop down would jackpot you every time but-”

He smirks wryly, “it’s never that easy is it?”

“Of course not! We’d never make any money if it was.”

He laughs to himself, pulling another coin out of his pocket and clinking it into the machine, “Ah, only one turn?”

You hold up a finger, “Just the one.”

He laughs again, “Brutal.”

“Very.” You take a step back to give him room to familiarise himself with the machine. Most people like to observe it from a few angles, take some time, watch at least one cycle before using up their one shot, “Good luck.”

He turns to you and smiles, “Thanks, but like i said, this is the one thing i'm good at.” He pushes the button, he isn't even looking at the machine, the rotating base hasn't even finished half a cycle. This guy is ballsy.

Despite his gumption, the ball falls a little short of the monster jackpot, “Aw, bad luck-” you start saying, but then it starts bouncing. Once off the base, three times off the sides, up high into the air and then plonk . Straight into the monster jackpot. All you can do is stare. Not only did he get the jackpot, he got it in a rigged machine while he wasn't even looking .

He laughs politely, the sound barely audible of the cabinet’s furious ringing bells and sirens signalling an impossible feat just happened here, everyone look! The tickets have started dispensing, with over 70k to print, it's going to be a long wait, “Jeez, that was scary. I almost thought my luck had run out there!”

He looks completely relaxed as he starts folding the fresh tickets into the neatest pile he can manage, “Are you a god or something?”

“Huh?” He says, blinking down at you, “That’s such a strange thing to ask me.”

“You just beat Monster Drop without looking . I’ve seen professional cabinet masters come in here and still lose after examining the machine for a good two hours!”

“Oh, no need to be impressed. I didn't actually do anything.” He smiles sadly and continues collecting his tickets, “It’s not really much of a talent, but i suppose it comes in handy sometimes.”

You clap a palm to your forehead, unable to believe what you are hearing, “You’re going to have enough tickets for the Sailor Moon statue and enough leftover for like...unlimited sticky hands.”

He taps a finger to his lips, “Oh! I would like some sticky hands.”

“How many?”

His brow creases as he considers it, “Three or four, i guess.”

“Three or-” you start laughing, “Buddy, i could pour the whole box into your bag if you wanted.”

“I don't think i need that many sticky hands, but it's very kind of you to offer.”

“We also have glow in the dark spider rings, and a robust selection of slinkies. Oh! If you really want to splurge we have a pair of slippers that resemble a character from Rick and Morty.”

He grimaces, “I would prefer the slinkies.”

You hear the arcade cabinet’s ticket dispenser finally come to a stop, and despite his good natured effort to collect the tickets in a neat pile, they are still all bunched up around his ankles. You are about to ask him another question when you quickly realise that the Monster Drop machine is now also smoking.

He sighs, “I should have known.”

You don't have time to look into that comment, you are too busy scrambling around to the back of the machine so you can turn the power off at the wall. Much like last time, you catch it before anything actually catches on fire. This has been a very eventful day.

“Hey, uh-” you start awkwardly, pulling yourself up from the ground and moving to help the guy contend with his ticket pile, “I finish in like half an hour...if you need help carrying your miscellaneous arcade prizes back to your car or whatever…”

He blinks at you as you both reach the prize counter and deposit the monstrous ticket collection onto the bench, “I should be okay on my own...but if you want to come I wouldn't mind, though I can’t guarantee I won’t set anything else on fire…” he chuckles nervously and you give him a quizzical look.

You do want to go with him, you aren't sure if it’s just a morbid curiosity about his luck with the arcade machines, or a fascination with the soft halo of white hair falling into his eyes, but you want to get to know him better, “I’ll come with you. You don’t have anywhere near enough fingers for all the glow in the dark spider rings I’m about to give you.” You say as you round the counter and start organising his tickets into more manageable piles.

He smiles, “that does sound like a good idea. I don’t want to drop any of my brand new sticky hands, after all.” He leans forward on the counter, blinking up at you. He’s got really pretty eyelashes, “I’m Nagito Komaeda, in case you were wondering.”

You laugh, “Nice to meet you, Nagito. Now give me 20 minutes to count all your damn tickets.”

[daily-dose-of-imagines]

Hitmen AU! | Head Canons | 19+ [Haikyuu!!]

𝕹𝖊𝖐𝖔𝖒𝖆 [PART i] [PART ii] [PART iii]

Part 2 of the hitmen head canons for Nekoma~!! I’m debating which team to do next, so please feel free to drop whatever team you’d like headcanons for next in the inbox~! I’ll do majority vote!

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T̷a̷k̷e̷t̷o̷r̷a̷ ̷Y̷a̷m̷a̷m̷o̷t̷o̷

Alright-- Tanaka 2.0 sksksk jkjkjk they legit consider themselves rivals y’all like--

once meet Tanaka on the streets and both immediately were about ready to fucking b r a w l

thankfully they were stopped before shit got too chaotic 

So, unlike Tanaka, Taketora is more of the Collector

Is usually given a list of debts he has to collect from people who borrow their services who have failed to pay in a timely manner 

Trust me, you do not want to be on the receiving end if he’s at your door

Is very aggressive when it comes to brawls and scuffles, but is surprisingly a good deal maker when it comes to working out problems through any transaction or in person dealings.

Is the go to when any sort of dealing get’s arwy

“I told you that piece of shit was gonna try something like this!” With an aggravated yell, the enraged man slammed his fist into the wall as the calmer individual in the room merely continued to type away at his keyboard. 

“Please refrain from hurting yourself, you still have to go out in the field. Just take this as a chance to release some stress.” Was the simple response. Slowly blinking at the suggestion, the once enraged man managed to calm down as a wicked grin formed on his features. 

“Don’t be upset if that scum doesn’t look like himself anymore.” 

With that, the male left the premises as he went to their meeting room. The rage he had built up from earlier returning full force as he watched his boss leave. A sinister grin on the older’s face as a pat to his shoulder was given.

“Don’t let yourself go too much Taketora~.” 

Not even giving a glance back, the male couldn’t help but mirror the grin as he stepped through the door. Pausing in the entry way as the victim in the room began begging.

“I’ll try my best boss.”

Very similar to Tanaka ngl

except he has a bleached blond mohawk 

very fit and toned, with a good chunk of tattoos littering his body 

also has a good handful of piercings 

like the others, he has a good chunk of battle scars scattered all over his body

Literally treats his s/o like royalty 

though he’s super shy first meeting them

awkward baby tries so hard to be cool, but fails sksksk

He will literally fight anyone and anything that threatens s/o’s life or existence

is SUPER shy with PDA like will become a whole tomato if s/o holds his hand in front of the others 

K̴e̴n̴m̴a̴ ̴K̴o̴z̴u̴m̴e̴

The literal brains

Is the strategist and the one who deals out the missions to the other members 

he takes into consideration their stats and skill set before assigning them a mission

disconnected with his emotions when he’s in full strategist mode

lowkey thinks of it as a game when a new intricate mission is handed to him

accidentally met Hinata on the streets and is somehow friends? 

Lots of shit talking about their own individual members during their free time sksksk

Lev is definitely scared of him

His disconnect with his emotions leaves all the other members wary and hesitant to speak to him (except for Kuroo)

secretly plots a lot of pranks against Kuroo whenever the older male steals his games

Staring at the files before him, the young male couldn’t help but close his eyes briefly as he let the information gathered sink into his mind. Kai had done a wonderful job in observing their latest target. Yet a sense of unease was placed in the male’s mind as golden irises opened once again to look at the files laid before him. 

It was simple, almost as if the target was deliberately giving them the information that would tell them exactly what they needed and where the target would be.

“You’ve been staring at that file all day. You’re gonna end up burning a hole through it with just your stare alone.” Was the simple jest as the rooster haired boss stood at the younger’s door way. 

“It’s too obvious. It makes me...think a lot more.” An unsettling grin finally forming on the usually indifferent male as he finally looked up to meet the other’s gaze. Golden molten met glowing amber as both males had unsettling grins on their faces.

“I’m actually really excited...hopefully they don’t stop being boring...”

His hair is lightly brushing past his shoulders with bleached tips

It’s usually kept up in a half man bun, but on occasion would be placed in a full man bun

tinkers with the idea of pony tails too 

doesn’t really like having tattoos, but has one small one at the nape of his neck

he does have a good amount of piercings though 

build wise, he’s lean with a hint of muscle definition

definitely not as buff or strong as the others, but can definitely hold his own when need be

He spars and trains with the others when purchases for their services are low

with his s/o he tends to be sort of distant

he can’t fathom having a s/o but then he caught feelings and well, here he is juggling this heavy desire to protect s/o and to stay away from them so they stay safe

his desire though to be with her wins overall and he ends up snuggled up to them playing games on his portable device, or just watching shows with them

S̷h̷o̷h̷e̷i̷ ̷F̷u̷k̷u̷n̷a̷g̷a̷

Silent but strong

honestly he gets forgotten by the group most of the time despite being one of their best snipers sksksksk

Is the most easy going out of the group and helps ease any sort of tensions built between the members 

definitely enjoys leisure time at the base and is a active participant in watching the chaos manifest before his eyes when all the members are at the base

usually works alone during his assignments as he never misses a target 

Seated on the cold concrete floor, the figure couldn’t help but let out a slow sigh as he surveyed the area around him. Nothing was out of the ordinary, and everything seemed to be exactly as he had anticipated for. Slowly, he adjusted himself to peer through the open window as the clear night sky shone down on him.

A beautiful scene for a quick kill. He listened to the sounds; the crowded streets, the cars driving down the crowded roads, and the nonstop chatter. It was normal, almost comforting if he were being honest with himself. This was a routine for him, almost like a regular office job he supposed.

As the skies grew darker and his assignment drawing into it’s due date, he couldn’t help but take one more look around the populated area before prepping himself for the kill. His darkened pupils narrowing in on it’s target before a steady finger wrapped around the trigger. 

“...Target Neutralized.” 

Blood spilled, and the bustling streets didn’t hear the scream.

Despite being tall, he slouches a lot 

messy black hair that always seems to constantly be in disarray

his notable feature is his eyes, dark and almost soulless

it reminds a lot of people of a cat’s eye whenever he concentrates on the kill

he has 3 tattoos, no more no less

he’s built similarly to Yaku though just a tad more built 

with his s/o he definitely enjoys leisure time with them 

appreciates the most basic things and the littlest things they do for him

[thrushpot]

old habits die hard

Billy Hargrove x fem reader

“what about a first time having unprotected sex with billy when y'all are married?? I have a hc that he's really safe !!!!!because safe sex is important!!! so when he'd marry his girl the first time without a condom would be a big deal” requested by anonymous.

word count: 2,840

warning(s): nsfw, swearing

a/n: yes I do write smut for anyone wondering, and this is like my first legit wack at a full on filthy one-shot buuuut! I hope this is okay??

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Heaven. That’s just what you and your marriage together is for Billy. Heaven wasn’t some bearded white dude with a halo on a boring cloud, it was the perfection between his wife’s thighs. It was his wife’s mouth and all the tricks you did to drive him off the rails with it, it was your dirty talk while you teased him relentlessly even when he begged for you to take him all the way. Your body was his fucking sanctuary, plain and simple.

Yours and Billy’s sex life was held mostly in the hands of Billy, given that he’d known all there is to get the best out of it. Let’s just put it this way: he was the Stephen fucking Hawking in the sheets, and he took that gold metal with pride. Billy was no amateur, he wasn’t just an encyclopedia for making sex as hot and exciting as it could be, but he also happened to be safe about it. That’s what truly makes him the best, that he knows all the risks, and does great lengths to avoid accidental pregnancies or other consequences that may occur. He’d still make sure you were having fun, and he’d spend chunks of money from his paycheck nearly every week on condoms for you both, stocking up and hiding them somewhere inconspicuous in every single room. The pull out method just never worked for Billy, mostly because it’s too risky and he doesn’t trust himself when he’s about to blow to do it anywhere else not in you.

So that’s why he nearly choked on the coffee he had gulped at the exact moment that you said you wanted to try taking him raw this time tonight.

Coughing and stuttering like a bafoon, he finally clears his throat and recovers from you nearly killing him, and then stares.

“What? We’ve fucked just about every other way imaginable, why not try it out?” you stick your bottom lip out, pleading as you go up to him closer and closer. So close that he feels the hairs behind his neck stand up and goosebumps forming when your hot breath fans his ear.

Billy closed his eyes and takes a deep breath before setting his coffee down on the table. He refuses to lose his composure, and knows that there’s so much that could go wrong without using protection. “Don’t do that.”

“I don’t know what you’re accusing me of doing, baby. I’m not doing anything,” you chuckle. Your hands crawl up his broad chest and even run over his hardened nipple through his shirt, and now he fucking regrets not wearing a tank top underneath. Slowly losing control over what his wife is doing to him, he tries to speak as you trail itty bitty kisses on his ear before biting it, making him sigh out a small “ahh” and losing his train of thought.

You kiss everywhere and anywhere you can get your paws on, persuading him with your body and your words.

“Mm, I mean think about it, B. We’ve got it all. A home with all this space, decent careers. Hell, since we got hitched my parents have even encouraged this,” you rub your hands down his back.

“Don’t you dare bring up your parents right now while I’m getting hard.”

“Hey, I’ve been riled up this whole time, so you can—“

Billy took your head in his hands and smashed your lips together, swirling his tongue with yours. Without any more convincing needed on his end, he effortlessly hitched you up in his arms and carries you to the couch. Unwilling and too impatient to take this upstairs, he could’ve fucked you right there on the floor and still be perfectly sated.

“Knew you didn’t have it in you,” you grin, before he sucks on your tongue again and pulling away for two seconds before telling you to shut the fuck up. He’s so ready to get down and dirty already, but he knows that that’s no way to fuck his wife. No no, what he’s gonna do is get back at you for making him choke on his coffee and not asking him about this in a professional manner. God, he swears he loves you more than anything, but sometimes, knowing the affect you have on him, he fucking hates you for using it all to his advantage.

Billy’s cock is like an annoying exclamation point in his jeans, and he thanks himself for going commando on the daily. He throws his belt harshly to the ground, the leather and buckle landing with a loud rattle and a thwack. You widen your eyes and let out a laugh in disbelief at his temper.

“Holy shit, you’ve got to calm down. You’re at a ten, and I’m gonna need you at like a seven.”

Billy growls like a jealous mutt, desperately picking at your items of clothing to be taken off for him to get down to playing with what’s his.

“Calm down, you’re telling me to fucking calm down after what you’ve done? Why don’t you take off your clothes already, or am I gonna have to do all this myself?”

Once in every while your husband gets so unbelievably bratty and childish when he’s horny that he’ll snap at you for taking your time, or even making fun of him in the heat of the moment. He’s dramatic now, but once he comes he’ll be back to normal and laughing about it later.

“Okay, okay, Mister Bossy. Take the piss out of it,” you grumble, still just as ready to feel Billy as he is to get inside you. You take time unbuttoning your flannel that you stole from your husband, getting stuck on the fourth button. Billy has to take the time to palm himself through his jeans for some sort of relief. He then rolls his eyes and whines after forty five seconds had gone by and you’ve somehow mysteriously forgotten how buttons work.

“Come the fuck on, babe, I’m kinda gonna bust on my own here.”

“I’m trying!”

“Not hard enough! You know what? Forget it,” he pulls the flannel down enough to expose your under shirt then pulls that down too. Exposing your breasts to his delight, he finally fucking gets to get his hands on you and he doesn’t wait around. He smiles like a maniac and puts his head down to nuzzle himself between your breasts, sucking absentmindedly on each one and then playing with them. You hum as he gives you the good treatment, sloppy kisses being plotted on the valley of your chest. After Billy feels like he’s had his fix, he moves on to pull your sweats off and rub you through your underwear. You’d gotten so goddamn soaked to the point of feeling the pool of it seeping through your panties. It nearly gives Billy fucking heart palpatations, seeing his absolute favorite sight of his wet wife all for him and his dick only.

Billy possessively, even devilishly, loves the idea of this belonging to his eyes and his touch only. No other bastard on planet earth is as lucky as he is, finding you, picking you. Hell, especially marrying you.

He has to swallow the drool that’s nearly started just looking at the gorgeousity. Without any further ado, he takes the hem of your underwear and plucks them right off, then discreetly puts them in his back pocket of his jeans for later. Pulling back to marvel at the sight of his beautiful wife with her tits hanging out of her flannel, otherwise completely bare for him to take her. Out of purely routine, he reaches for the pack of condoms that were hidden for you both underneath the couch cushion, until you grab his arm and shake your head with your teeth nibbling your bottom lip.

“Right. Sorry. Old habits die hard I guess,” he laughs, as giddy as a schoolboy looking up a girl’s skirt. He undoes his jeans and sheds them, fully remembering the gift he had snatched for himself still crumbled up in his back pocket. His middle finger has taken to rhythmic patterns on your clit before swooping down to you for a hot kiss.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous as always, babe. Married a goddamn pornstar, didn’t I?” he goes in for more, the sound of your lips smacking and your breathy groans to be heard throughout the living room. He switches his technique and swirls his pointer and middle fingers through your gushing slit and bringing it back up to your clit. You grind more into his hand as he takes your breast with his other hand that’s not driving you insane right about now.

“God, baby. I want — I want more, please? I need —“

“You gonna be good for me, hm? Gonna take it, and be more respectful next time you ask me for somethin’?”

“Yes! Yes I will, I am!” you almost want to fucking slap him for the sheer torture he’s putting you through, but it could be served as karma for what you did. But sue you if you weren’t gonna beat around the bush, okay? You’re straight up about what you want and when you want it from your husband. He’s even said before that that’s a quality he loves about you. He’s just as bratty and needy as you can be, which is what makes you the impeccable couple.

“That’s my girl. It’ll all happen soon, just be good,” he murmurs, gradually slowing down his fingers from you and then taking them out, giving them a lick. While maintaining eye contact, he takes the two fingers that had just been all over your clit, and sucks them hard in his mouth all the way down his knuckle. Satisfied with the wound up reaction he got outta you, he keeps one hand on your tits while the other snakes down to his own zipper. When he pulls it down, already exposing his junk given that since you two had been hitched he’d solemnly swear to go commando, always ready to give it to his needy baby. As he still palms your breast and pinches at your nipple, he starts to slowly jack himself slow and steady. Like he’s feeling Jesus, the man closes his eyes and stutters a sigh at how fucking amazing you make him feel.

You involuntarily open your legs wider, hoping the invitation will entice him to get busy and start fucking you raw, but the sight only motivates him to speed his own strokes on himself. Frustrated at the lack of attention you’re receiving, you huff and shove him with all the strength you have in your legs off of the couch. Billy is flown to the carpet floor, livid and cursing up a storm, which you expected and prepared for. He was just being a drama queen as always, and you order him to shut his nagging up before joining him on the floor and pulling him on top of you.

“Fucking brat,” he taunts adjusting you more to be perfectly open and ready underneath him.

“No, you are! I wasn’t just gonna sit there while you play with yourself,” you spit back, before both of you pause to start cracking up. He covers his face in his hands as his shoulders shake with every laugh, and you mirror his attitude.

“I love you so much, you know that?” Billy reminds you, giving your nose a kiss.

“We’ve been married for three years, Billy. I think I might know that by now,” you tease, patting his cheek with your palm before accepting another kiss. This one is much less hurried and dirty, but more tender and loving. It’d be sweet if he wasn’t about to fuck you bare on the floor for the first time in your entire marriage.

Billy lines up as he blows you a kiss, watching your facial expressions like a hawk to read how you’re feeling as he peeks just the tip through. He takes more time to run his dick along your entire slit to loosen you up a bit, and give your clit the attention it starves for. When he actually slides in, as bare as he was born, he furrows his brows and drops his jaw at the beautiful warmth. Having done this with a rubber like the million other times you’ve fucked, of course it satisfied him, felt just as amazing. But the extra intimacy being shared here is driving more and more blood down south far more rapidly than ever before, and he really has to clench and keep himself together to not ruin it by blowing his load early.

Your face says you’ve been dicked down to paradise, having an innocent open mouth smile appear as you groan at the fullness taking up your pussy. Billy is slow about picking up the pace, not wanting to turn into an animal quite yet, still enjoying the feeling of his wife’s bare wet cunt swallowing him up. Once he’s balls deep inside, so far and so big that he sees himself through your stomach, that’s when he starts to get a little more excited.

“Fuck, I love this pussy more than anything in the world,” he grunts, pulling all the way out and doing a rundown with his cock on your clit. He takes a moment to look downward at your joining togetherness, the picture so beautiful and right and wrong that he moans louder before needing to squeeze his eyes shut. After he’s got a better grasp on control, he then bows his head down low and spits a good amount down onto his cock, lubing you up way more than necessary. With the extra kick and slide that it gave the two of you, he starts not holding anything back. And then your husband goes to fucking town with his hips.

Billy starts getting real creative when building up more and more during this stage of sex, now doing figure eight’s with his cock inside you. He even starts pulling out of you to grind his length up and down, then repeating. Soon your howls and his yells as well as the fucked up and half assed dirty talk is all to be heard. Along with the slapping of flesh, which is music to Billy’s ears. He’s spouting nonsense about how heavenly your cunt feels wrapped around him, tight and nice. You’ve started grinding back into his thrusts, and like fucking rabbits, you both stutter a warning to the other about how close each of you are getting.

“Baby, ohmygod— so fuckin’ good, I’m gonna cum inside you, gonna give you all my damn kids, I don’t give a damn. You feel so amazing,” his hips go as fast as he can physically pull off, and you whine as he comes down to you and gives you a kiss that’s mostly just sharing his saliva.

“Ahh — I’m so close, it’s—“

“Do it, do it baby. Cum on your husband’s cock,” he begs, pace stuttering before he finally stills. With a low hum from you and a noisy groan from a very sweaty Billy, the ribbon finally snaps in both of you. He bursts, still staying deep inside you as his fingers fervishly rub the fuck out of your clit to help you find your orgasm on his dick. You squeeze around him while on cloud nine, making him yelp and milk more out of him that he didn’t know he had.

“Shit,” he sighs, not yet pulling out of you before wiping his forehead off and doing the same for you. You whimper at the emptiness when does, you and your husband trying to catch your breath. When he looks down he smirks at his scene of the crime dripping all the way down out of you. Without saying anything, he scoops it back up and rubs your clit another couple times, then copying his actions from earlier and sucking his fingers clean.

“I fucking loved that. If you’re knocked up right now, that’s not stopping me from doin’ that again,” he laughs, laying down beside you and taking your jaw before giving you a good loving post-sex kiss.

“Mm, I liked it too. Billy, I don’t wanna get up, can you grab me my panties? They’re around here somewhere,” you lazily point to the couch and the floor around you. Billy then snatched you up off the floor, you still very naked and filled save for his flannel. He tosses you on the bed as you land with a bounce and a giggle. Your husband throws you a water bottle and you catch it. Both of you chug more than half of it down as you still await for him to follow through with your request.

“Nope. No idea where they went, actually. Sorry babe,” he answers, casually throwing his jeans in the laundry basket you share and smirking to himself at the present still sitting in his back pocket.

—

I also hc Billy as a dude that takes his s/o’s underwear after sex lmao. oh if anyone’s wondering what im up to writing: I have 1k on the next chapter of girl next door and I’m still working on several asks:)

[magnumdays]

Magnum PI 2x19 “May the Best One Win”review AKA Fangirling over my new favorite episode

Staring off we got the whole Magnum introducing Higgy as his partner...or TC’s fiancee and TC being all “we cool man?” and Magnum saying what us fans were all screaming last week (Magnum: IT MAKES SO MUCH MORE SENSE IF SHE MARRIES ME! I WANT TO BE HER KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOUR DAMMIT!)

Then Higgy is all “If you are done fighting over me...” - I mean, just, yeah, throw that in there just to torment me some more.

We basically transitions right into Magnum suggesting a divorce lawyer for Higgy in case she and TC ever “hit a rough patch” and her being all “I’m marrying TC to make sure WHAT WE HAVE doesn't get FUCKED UP, can’t you see that?” (I’m paraphrasing but that was the gist of it) I just can’t with this. It’s like 2 minutes in and I’m like in shipper heaven.

Anyways, then we have the case! The let’s work both sides and make double the money and just the whole both spouses think the other is cheating but it’s all just a big misunderstanding and goodness, happiness and love wins in the end? It totally works for me. This is the kind of PI cases I WANT. Like not super serious people dying cases and shoot outs! People just being stupid and Magnum and Higgy helping uncover their secrets and then making everything better!

We also get the “May the Best PI win!” which I’ve been waiting for since we got the spoiler bit for this ages ago. 

So we got a side plot with Rick that I really- REALLY - like for once! Want to guess why? BECAUSE IT TIES INTO THE THEME! Like huh? They manged that for the first time since forever? 

Yeah, I’m shocked too. But someone really thought about this or they got really lucky by chance because;

First we got the married couple not communicating and about to lose their chance at a love and a happy future because of it. When all their secrets are out they can finally start to fix things and heal.

Secondly we got the woman whose dad dies and she tries not to care because they didn’t have contact for so long but when Rick goes looking he realizes her dad did care and he lost his chance at love because he didn’t communicate. Now she can hopefully heal from both the sadness of her dad leaving as a kid and being dead and be a little happier.

Then we maybe kind of have Higgy who by deciding to actually listing to what she’s feeling for once and deciding not to get married to TC for the wrong reason/ not wanting to live a lie (making it possible for her to find love and happiness with the right person in the future...)

I don’t know, maybe the Higgy one is reaching a bit but the main theme of we don’t know what we or other people are really feeling or thinking and we act anyway, that’s when we get in trouble pretty much work for everything.

Which is a really freaking great + it’s a good theme! It’s true but no so on the nose as something like ‘don’t lie’ or ‘love fixes everything’.

So yeah. Now back to the Miggy godness.

We got: 

married-not-married arguing

Kumu’s “The way you two bicker you might as well be married.”

I mean! Come on!

Then fun times with Higgy getting all the guys to do her bidding...and also actually paying for gas! I do hope this comes back in season 3 where Magnum realizes his pals actually deserves praise and compensation/ or them being all “we’re not helping unless you pay us like Higgy does”.

This could be a character growth kind of possibility arch, thingie, episode or whatever for next year.

The other arch for Thomas Magnum I really want to see in season 3 is the I’m FINE (but I’m not) one kind of lead to something (something bad). 

I know they’re going for a go-lucky kind of Magnum but fact is Magnum is a solider who spent time in a POW camp, he was betrayed by his ex-fiance, one of best friend got tortured and killed like not super long ago, his ex-fiance came back and shot him then came back again and died in his arms, his partner nearly drowned and he CPR her back to life, he thought he had a future with Abby but she dropped him like a hot potato and most recently he got swapped out of his (fake) wedding last minute, then fake wedding didn’t happen and he though he’d be separated from the love of his life his partner for an unknown amount of time and all he’s been saying is “I’m fine”. 

He’s got some baggage and having him always go I’M FINE isn’t really good or healthy because he isn’t fine. He doesn't have to be fine. Except when he acts like he’s not fine (like after Abby) everyone just tries to make him cheer-up when maybe he kind of needs to talk to someone about the kind of wacky stuff he’s been through. This is both something he and Higgy and even the guys need to work on. Basically it was only Gordon who was like, it’s rough, I’m here for you. I mean Higgy was there for him too, she just said “Staycation” a lot to make it not seem like she was because emotions, scary. 

Still I need like Magnum having nightmares about something and actually being all “I’m not fine” and for someone to go “okay. that’s fine. you don’t have to be okay all the time” (Oh this just screams at me to fanfic:it, but I just can’t start anymore of them without finishing a few. So bad thought, bad, go away.)

So, um where was I before I got sidetracked? Oh, right the general wonderfulness of the episode?

Gordon making Magnum say: I’m kinda useless without Higgins.

Then having Magnum take hacking lessons from like a 12 year old on Youtube and begging Kumu lie about having seen Higgins computer (how has he not gotten his own laptop yet???) 

I mean it’s almost not funny anymore (It is. It’s legit the most I’ve smiled in a while.)

“Maybe I’ll let the wife decide“ when buying pie and then bringing said pie back to Higgins. 

“There’s a hug and then there is a hug.”

(I needed this to be foreshadowing and IT WAS NOT! I still can’t hate it because she kind of agree there are different hugs and now I want all the hugs for them...or you know just one! ONE HUG!)

And winner of this round of random things I loved, might be: “You figure out I’d make a better fake husband than TC?”

Can you be more obvious Magnum?

Then Higgins saying “I do still need a maid of honor!” (which we know isn’t true because last week she said she’d asked Kumu but we’re assuming she’s saying it just to tease him). But this made me think of that move Made of Honor movie with Patrick Dempsey where the guy she asks to be her maid of honor is actually the guy she ends up really marrying... at some later point.

Also has anyone sounded more British than Higgy going; “Oh no not the pie.“ after Magnum was all; “I’m taking my pie with me!” 

Then we got my babies being sneaky and adorable and working together (because you know, even when they’re not on the same team, they are).

Then we got them kicking ass together (well more like getting their asses kicked) and only Higgy getting the gun saves them. But you know, that’s okay because I love it when she gets to be a bad-ass and knock people out. 

I do feel like we need to work a little more on the realism on how bruises work on pale people, especially girls. Because you know, Higgy got slammed into like a table and slapped and seriously has anyone been slammed into a table by a really big guy lately? Well, and let me tell you from experience, even being slammed into a table by a small guy leave a bruise. And no way would she not get a swollen eye or lip from a slap that spun her around and landed her on the floor. Do you know how hard you need to slap someone for that? I mean she’s tiny (she’s what 5′4? 1115 pounds soaking wet?) and the guy was big but, still in real life she wouldn’t even be getting up, she’d be out cold, but it’s TV-land so I’ll forgive it but still, wouldn’t a tiny bit of blood on her lip make sense?

It’s kind of strange because sometimes they seem to really like putting the blood and gooe make-up on both Perdita and Jay and other times it’s like, nope, nothing, we’re invincible vampires this episode.

For today I understand the why of it though. They wanted our babies to look pretty for the wedding. Well, the wedding that doesn't happen which we all knew but still... 

Before that though; TC planing on crying at his fake wedding? Adorable.

First of all how does she mange to look both stunning and terrified this whole scene? 

Look at her big eyes with the I’m about to cry shininess. Also the flower bits in her hair totally not her yet somehow totally works. 

I also love how when he first enters he stops and looks at her for a second, like Higgy in a wedding dress. I think I might have some feels. And come on Thomas, couldn’t you have told her she looks nice? You can clearly see she’s freaking. But no you go straight for the “fake nerves?” which I guess makes sense because maybe someone told you there was only 2.5 minutes left of the episode so there was no time for compliments...

Anyways, then comes the heartbreaking bit. Because she has changed her mind and isn’t going to marry TC (or him). She’s not going to marry anyone and she’ll have to leave him.

Leading us to the “Just fine.” moment I equally hate and love. 

Don’t they both kind of look like they’re about to cry here? I feel like that’s the general vibe, or maybe it was the fact that I was tearing up a bit when I first watched it that makes me feel like that...

And as always tumblr stole the stuff I wrote here! I wish I’d learn and could go one week without losing like a chunk of text.

So I was just basically saying I loved this but I’d much rather have had Magnum go “No, I won’t” (when she says he’ll be fine) and then have her be “yes you will” and then he could just be Shrug or go “I guess I’ll have to be” or something else dramatic to show it’s a big deal to him. Then next week we could have him be really trying hard to reach Robin instead of having it all just be fixed with one little phone call. Like maybe Robin is undercover for his new book so Magnum has to make some sort of deal with some shady person who works for Robin to get his undercover contact. Or something and that could come back in season 3 as an episode...

Wow, this got kind of long, but yeah, I just loved this episode and wanted to gush about it and probably I won’t gush (or even complain) as much about 2x20 so it’ll even out in length...

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Imagine:

Readers long time crush, Erik Stevens, knocks on her door dressed as a pizza delivery stripper and he doesn’t realize he has the wrong address until it’s too late.

I’m telling y’all now this is funny 🤣��� I couldn’t stop smiling and laughing while writing this. Erik is Hoe Erik okurrr.

She popped her ass in her kitchen to the Jersey Club Mix playlist she had on loop all day. It was her off day too. Y/N decided to make a batch of chocolate chip cookies for her gifted cookie jar she received for her birthday. It had the words “Scorpio’s Winning” on it. A particular beat had her twirling her spatula in the air, throwing her ass in a circle with her tongue sticking out.

“Aye!!! This my shit! I miss my Jersey fam.”

Chuckling, Y/N adds the chocolate chunks. She was a traveling Chef who was born and raised in Jersey but moved to Annapolis, MD for her college education. Currently, she was living in Boston with a cozy bakery. She had dreams of opening Bakeries across the east coast.

Dreams her long time crush that she met way back in Annapolis, MD told her to pursue. The thought of him still made her shiver. He was so young at the time, around twenty one. She would always see him in her neighborhood running in the early mornings with his Navy sweatshirt on and matching sweat pants. From there it extended to them hanging out for drinks and getting to know eachother. He would talk about his early life in Oakland, CA, his accent swooning her. Flirtatious, full of life, an ego big enough to make everyone in a room feel small, and lets not for get all around fine as HELL.

She missed him a lot, and honestly, he was one of the reasons why she even moved to Boston. He always talked about becoming an Engineer once he furthered his career in the Navy turned Military man. He was so mature for his age, most of the young niggas chasing after her still acted like they were eighteen. Nah, Erik had an old soul. Women older than him couldn’t believe he was only twenty one.

“Erik Stevens,” she blushed while molding her cookies on a tray lined with parchment paper. Her belly growled, a tiny frown of frustration on her face. She didn’t cook a damn thing and cookies would not be the meal of the night today. There were a few cups of spicy noodles in her cabinet she could hook up a ramen dish with veggies and egg. Once the cookies were in the oven, Y/N washes her hands, heading to take a quick shower. Once there, she stripped out of her t-shirt, the only thing on anyway.

The shower water spilled over her back and hair, her eyes closed and a satisfied sigh escaping her mouth. Tonight’s agenda: eat a bowl of vanilla ice cream with some cookies, sit on the couch with a glass of wine and read her fan fiction favorites. Smut was a number one but she started up with some Angst and now she was even more hooked on that. She could read a nice scary one tonight. Fully clean and skin smooth from the oil she applied in the shower, Y/N leaves the bathroom completely naked, walking out to check her cookies.

They were just about finished, having her entire place smelling like a bakery in the early morning. She rubs her hands together, squealing like the fat girl she was. Y/N’s motto was: love what you have and fuck whatever others thought. She’s tall and thick. 5’10 with a lot of curves to match. A Stallion. Pulling out her good wine glass, Y/N pours a generous glass of white wine, taking a small sip with a soothing hum.

“I’m about to have a good ass night,” she talks to herself. In the middle of shaking her hips within her toasty kitchen, a knock comes to her door. She raises a single brow, smacking her lips from her wine.

“Not tonight, fuck that,” she rolls her eyes, walking out of her kitchen and to her bedroom, the knocks came again but harder. She walked to the door, staring through the peep hole at a man’s back with a pizza box in hand. Scrunching her face with confusion, Y/N talks loud enough for the pizza guy to hear.

“I didn’t order any pizza, sir,” she says politely.

“You sure? Address said apartment 3B.”

His voice. Why did it sound so familiar?

“Well, apartment 3A didn’t order anything. But since you’re so persistent you can leave the box and I’ll take it for free.” She laughs loudly, causing the man on the other side of the door to laugh. He sounded good and she didn’t even see his face. Y/N was looking through that hole again, trying to catch this man but his back was still turned. Was he hiding?

“Is this some kind of joke?” She spoke with an attitude.

“Why don’t you open the door and see,” he challenged.

“Now why would I be dumb enough to do that?”

“This pizza hot and ready like little Caesar’s open the door, Baby girl.”

Just like a trap, she see’s a box of pizza open and sizzling, two toned and veiny arms with fingers perfectly manicured and thick stretching out while holding open the pizza to her. Her mouth watered.

“Damn, that does look good.” It was a legit box of pizza and he looked official with the uniform and all.

“Mhm, had to hold back from stealing a piece myself,” he started making sounds of satisfaction, drawing her in each time his deep yet raspy voice let out a mmm and a so good.

“Fuck it.” She was ready to open the door, unlocking it but before she could unhook the chain she stopped quickly, forgetting about her nudity.

“You good?” He chuckles.

“You out here about to have me show you my birthday suit!!!” She could hear him get close to the door.

“Birthday suit, huh?” The fact that she could smell him from behind the door...damn. He smelled so fucking good.

“Birthday suits are better then pajamas.”

She blushes, biting her lip.

“Can you give me a second?” She softly closes the door, quickly rushing to her room to retrieve her robe. It was gonna be a grab and go. He was giving it away for free so oh well. Wrapped in silk, Y/N rushes back to the door, finally opening it and coming face to face with-

“Free Pizza.” He held his arms out wide, dazzling smile on his face. The smile she remembers. The same pouty lips, unruly eyebrows, long lashes, dark eyes, and deep dimples. Her stupefied expression made him blink twice rapidly, the same look shaping his face as well.

“Y/N?!!!!” He finally spoke.

It was Erik Stevens in the flesh.

“What the fuck?” She whispers.

Erik Stevens is a damn pizza delivery guy?!!! After all these years this nigga was selling pizzas? She expected him to be a Doctor in Engineering living in a bomb ass condo with a bad bitch that he fucked every day. A bad bitch she wished she was.

“What. The. Absolute. FUCK.” She spoke again but louder. The music blasting a floor above her couldn’t match how loud she just yelled. Erik almost drops the pizza box. He catches it in time with swift reflexes.

“Nice to see you too, Y/N,” he looks her over, nodding his head with a slight smirk, “You look the fuck good girl. Almost had me dropping this box of pizza. Had a nigga trumped.”

“Ha,” she was light headed. Erik Stevens the damn Pizza guy. She was so shocked. This was a real awkward moment.

“Erik,” she starts before shaking her head. She couldn’t even put into words what she wanted to say to him in that moment.

“Something burning?” He sniffs the air.

“MY COOKIES!!!!!” She rushes into her apartment, leaving the door open while Erik slips inside. He was just as confused and shocked as she was. Box still in hand, Erik walks through her living room, taking in anything he could about the Y/N he missed out on. Still the same after all these years. Back in her presence, Erik watches with humor as she curses about her burnt cookies.

“I CANT BELIEVE-“ she stops mid rant, looking over her shoulder at Erik.

“You left your door opened,” he points to the door. Y/N just stood there looking at him while the burnt tray of cookies and an oven mit were in her other hand.

“Y/N, stop staring at me like that.” Erik shakes his head away from her, tossing the pizza box on the counter, “You got pizza now so why not eat that instead?” His voice has a teasing edge to it.

“Are you aware that I am so speechless right now!” She placed the tray of cookies on the stove, “I mean...ERIK!!!!!”

He laughs, removing his uniform hat to reveal short dreads. She damn near fainted.

“I’m aware, I ain’t expect to come here and see you looking the way you do. Just as fine, just ass...thick.”

He really says that after all these years. He could have said that to her years ago back in Annapolis, MD.

“Oh my God,” Y/N dramatically clutches her chest, “Aint no way this is happening to me tonight.”

“Oh yeah, it’s happening,” Erik bit his lip at her, “you look...”

They both laugh. Damn, what a reunion.

“Can I get you anything? She started opening cabinets, talking so fast she barely breathed.

“Coffee? Water? Juice? Some wine? Something stronger? Oh shit! My bad I forgot you’re working- speaking of work I never saw you as the pizza delivery guy type, I mean, not tryna down play you or anything you just seemed like you had bigger plans, much bigger plans-“

She turns, eyes almost leaving her sockets, standing before her in a male thong with a black bow tie around his neck and a body that would knock you on your back, was Erik Stevens the pizza delivery guy turned stripper.

“WHAT THE HELL?!!!” She yells out. This man was oiled down and everything. He steps around the kitchen island, eyes low and dangerous, lips turned up into a sly smirk, body on POINT.

“You serious?” She laughs nervously. What was this? She had to be fucking dreaming. Right off the back he just strips down, ready to seduce her. This man was wild.

“Somebody come wake my ass up!!!” She yells while pinching her forearm.

“Ain’t no dream here, babygirl, you look like you hungry for something else and I got that shit for you.”

Trapped, Y/N was in between the counter and a whole man. She could feel his dick on her thigh. This was quick. He was about business with this male stripper mess.

“LAWD!” She yells, looking anywhere but at him.

So, this man is a male stripper?! She kept thinking on a loop.

“Don’t act like that now you know you want this Y/N. You’ve been wanting this for a while.”

“You knew about that?!!!” She couldn’t believe this man was in a damn thong. What in the hell.

“Erik you gotta cut me some slack this is not how I planned our reunion would be like!”

His hands were on her waist now, lips close to her ear.

“Let’s make it a good reunion then, let a nigga put his nuts in your face.” He laughs and you gasp in pure shock.

“Did you-“ you blink at him like he was an extra terrestrial.

Out of no where he starts grinding on you, no music playing just his hips moving. What kind of stripper shit is this?

“No music?!” You laugh out loud.

“Play something then, Y/N,” he steps away while she walks backward to her phone on the kitchen counter. He wanted to do this, okay. She could play along and have a little fun. Laugh about it with his ass later. Y/N thought to pull up her ass shaking playlist but she didn’t see Erik as the type of stripper to put on a show to twerk hip hop. Finally, Y/N pulls up her slow jam playlist, settling for some Ginuwine. So Anxious starts playing, a big ass smile on Y/N’s face. She was trying her hardest not to be goofy about this shit but clearly, Erik didn’t care that he was at the wrong house. He had to have known this wasn’t the place for him to be.

“Well,” she sits on her couch, “Give me a show then, Stevens.”

Erik walks towards her, eyes low and body making her bite her lip. Erik stands before her, his dick in her face and Y/N’s eyes zeroing in on the big target. The minute he started grinding in her face, muscles moving in conjunction with his seductive hip rolling, she was ready to pull out her money.

“Shit, I forgot my money.”

She felt like she was back at her sisters bachelorette party all over again. The stripper there had her in a damn fantasy world. She gave him all her damn money.

“Don’t worry about all that, Y/N. Think of it as a little gift from your long time crush.” His dazzling smile made her blush from her cheeks down to her neck.

“Well can I at least touch you?”

Erik props his leg up on the couch, dick almost smacking her in her face with his excessive grinding and moaning. Jesus.

“Girl if you don’t enjoy your damn self.” He laughs when Y/N reaches out to drag her shaking fingers down his abs.

“JESUS.” She says through clenched teeth.

A loud thud from above her followed up by cheering and laughter caught her attention. Y/N put two and two together, a small smile creeping up her face.

“Looks like your supposed to be in 4B not 3B.”

Erik raises a single brow, “At least you’re keeping me with a hard dick until I get up there.” His hands were on the back of the couch now, his chest and abs in Y/N’s face while her hands rubbed his ass all the way around to his thighs. The song switched out to Pretty Ricky- Grind with me.

Out of no where, Erik picks Y/N up from the couch, seating himself and placing her in his lap. Erik lifted his hips from the couch, rolling them up into her naked crotch, causing her to bounce. This was torture. This was going to end up being a fuck session not a strip session.

“Okay, Erik, I think I’ve had my fun,” she was flushed and horny.

“Nah, lets keep going, baby girl.” His eyes with those lashes...she couldn’t look at him anymore.

“What made you become a stripper-WHAT!”

Erik lifts her legs to his shoulders, grinding into her like he was fucking her. She knew at this point her entire pussy was out for him to see.

“Stop asking questions,” he grabs her ass, squeezing it firmly while his hard dick rolled from her ass to her pussy.

“Erik this is fucking wild!!!” Y/N would have a laugh and maybe a cum or two later from this moment. Who was answering her prayers? Who out there besides Erik knew of the big crush she had on this gorgeous man. Erik didn’t even know she lived in Boston. This was some fate type of shit. His lips on her neck brought her back to reality.

“Don’t kiss on my neck like that unless you plan on fucking me!!!!” Y/N had no filter at this point. Erik was like a celebrity crush. Imagine being brought on stage by your favorite male artist and he’s grinding on you and making you feel special, THATS what this felt like.

“You wanna fuck?” He looked at her genuinely serious.

“Uh-“ he cuts her off.

“I mean, for you I can make that happen.”

Now she was wondering if he was a male escort. This man here...

“Erik...I’m telling you now...I know my pussy is all out there and it’s whatever but can you PLEASE STOP TEASING ME!!!”

Y/N lifts from Erik’s lap, pausing her music. Erik throws his head back, a booming laughter escaping his mouth while his muscles bounced in tune with his fit of chuckling. Y/N had to bite the inside of her cheek to calm her laugh.

“Aight cut that shit out I wanna be serious for a second.”

Before she could speak, Erik’s phone goes off. Groaning, he lifts from the couch, tucking one of his nuts back in place in that damn thong. Y/N had to put a fist to her mouth to control herself.

That thang is hanging! She thought salaciously.

“Yeah, this Daddy Kill, babygirl.” He smiles into the phone, gold slugs gleaming, “apartment 4B?”

He looks over at Y/N, both of them silently laughing. Erik clutched his ribs from the pain of laughter.

“Sorry for the late timing, sweetheart, I’ll be there real soon. Nah, keep the drinks going and make sure y’all ready and horny cuz ima put on a real good show,” Erik laughs with a bite of his lip, “Y’all some freaky bitches, aight bye.”

Y/N’s mouth fell open from hearing a Erik reader to those women as bitches. Without a flicker of care, Erik hangs up.

“So wassup, Y/N?” Erik walks further into her kitchen, “you said you got some strong shit, how about Hennessy? I need some extra energy for the 15 women upstairs.”

Y/N makes his drink while a thong wearing Erik stands before her, glistening and chiseled.

“Here you go,” she hands him his drink, “now tell me what made you become a damn stripper? And what else do you do? Cus you talking about sex is extra.”

Erik smiles with a shake of his head, “I am indeed a male entertainer, still working on my Engineering doctorate but after doing some experimenting online with live cam and all that I got a lot of hits. So now I do my own thing on the side. I strip, do live cam, have regular submissives.”

“You must make a lot of damn money to do this shit,” Y/N makes a drink for herself.

“I do, it’s a business on the side, Y/N,” Erik was overly humored, “You knocking the way I make my money, ma?”

“No!! No I just... I would have never expected this,” she shakes her head, “Are you in a relationship?”

Erik kisses his teeth, “Nah, single and I wanna keep it that way for a while.”

“Damn, I’m tryna shoot my shot and you just blocking me,” Y/N laughed, half way joking and half way serious. If they were together he wouldn’t be doing this anymore for other women, just her.

“You ain’t shoot your shot before what’s so different now? Is it cus my dick in your face?”

“No, it’s cuz I thought I would never see you again.”

Erik walks over to her, picking her up and sitting her on the kitchen counter. He plays her music again, grabbing her arms to place around his neck, moving her from side to side. She pouted, giving in to his antics.

“You make me sick,” she looks him in the eye, “you should probably go-AHHH!”

Erik picks Y/N up, bouncing her on his still hard dick. She was dripping on this man, he played entirely too much.

“Alright cut it out!!” She swatted at him, Erik putting her down with a smile.”

“Y/N, I missed you,” he chuckles, “You right, let me get up out of here.”

Erik walks away, picking up his fake pizza uniform, putting it on. Y/N runs her hands over her hair and adjusts her robe, heart still fluttering and legs wobbly. She walks over to the pizza, hovering her hand over it and noticing it was cold.

“Don’t worry about that, it’s just a gimmick.”

“Too bad. You sure you don’t want any money for your excellent services?” Y/N joked.

“Ha, I told you I’m good girl.”

Fully dressed, Erik finished off his Henny, grabbing his hat to put on and the box of pizza from the counter. Erik walked over to Y/N, grabbing her chin and placing a soft and lingering kiss on her cheek.

“You gonna miss me, Y/N? I promise to come back and see you since you’re in Boston now. We got a lot of catching up to do girl.”

Her heart skipped about two beats.

“You better.” Y/N rolls her eyes.

“Sorry I gotta leave you like this, but I can’t miss out on my money.”

Fuck them bitches upstairs, she seethed to herself.

“It’s cool, you’re just gonna make it up to me when I see you next time.”

Erik pulls out his phone, “give me your number.” He was telling more so than asking. Y/N gives him her digits, Erik storing it in his phone and saving it.

Y/N walks Erik to the door, the further they went the more she dreaded it. Opening the door, Erik walks out, turning to give her a tight hug and that same lingering kiss but to her forehead this time. He was really driving her crazy. Erik wasn’t going to make this crush thing easy. A fun night turned into a boring one.

“Bye, stupid,” she shoved him.

“Bye, girl.” Erik walks away and up the steps, turning to look over his shoulder from time to time with a smile on his face.

“Pick that lip up,” he teases.

“They don’t deserve your body!!!” Y/N yells after him.

“YOU SO STINGY!!” He yells back, Y/N closing her door behind her with a huge grin on her face.

It only took a few seconds before she heard the door opening, Erik giving the ladies his intro.

“Pizza delivery for 4B, right?”

[erintoknow]

leave no room for anything

Spiraling - A Fallen Hero: Rebirth Fan-fiction

You need cover, you need an alibi, and you need a place to plan and work out your next criminal action. What could go wrong from combining all that? [Survival]

[Read on AO3]

Another day, another spike of adrenaline courses through you as you dive feet first through a stack of boxes, sending crates of delicate electronic equipment everywhere. You can hear alarms sound around you as the factory goes into full alert, the clanging of barring gates. You grin under the mirror sheen of your helmet. That suits you fine, keep the small fry penned up and out of the way? You’re too kind.

The wall in front of you collapses into dust thanks to the nanovores and you tear through the office, grabbing at papers at random. What you take doesn’t actually matter at this point, compromising their records is the goal here.

Damage done, you refer to your map, dissolve another wall and follow your thread out, back to the main entrance.

The woman standing in your way gives you pause. You’d been psyching yourself up for a rematch against Chen, but no, its Lady Argent, hands at her sides and poised to rush you. A half-circle of rent-a-cop security goons behind her block you in. “A factory, Puppetmaster? What, they stop inviting you out to parties?” She smirks and hunches down, fingers lengthening into sharpened claws.

Your face twitches under your helmet. “Don’t read the papers, Argent? It’s Ghost.” You hiss. Your voice, filtered through your helmet has a hollow, flat sound. You take a quick count of Lady Argent’s back-up, who’s most pliable to tying up the rest. None of the officers seem to trust Argent. Good. That makes this easier.

The woman of steel looks unimpressed. “Can’t say I care what you call yourself.”

That does it.

One of the rent-a-cop’s guns goes off ‘prematurely’, firing wide to your left, the rest follow in blind panic as you dive to the side. Argent is too focused on you, but with the Rat-King’s help you’re able to pull the rest of the goof troop into your song, pulling their attention in random directions. One of the shots dings Argent in her shoulder, bouncing off to through ground and to her credit she doesn’t look for the culprit, making straight for you.

You run your hand along the ground as you move, leaving a split in the asphalt as the Nanovores chew through material. Lady Argent tries to cut you off so you encourage two of the goons to stumble into her way as you continue your circle around them. You can’t afford to move slow enough for a deep groove, but if this works as planned, all you need is to prime the cut.

If it works.

Argent huffs, shoving one of the men the side, only for another to conveniently take position between the two of you. “Get out of the way!” It doesn’t slow her down for long, but it’s enough for you to finish the circle. Under your helmet you grin, heart pounding.

All that’s left is the magic word. You give the Rat-King the command to pull the strings and yank everyone back in.

You dash forward and slide down, just under the swipe of her claws. She turns to stab down at you as you come to halt. You roll out of the way and kick her arm aside on your way back up.

You check to make sure everyone’s inside the circle you’ve carved through the asphalt. “Heads up.” is all the warning you give before an explosion rocks the ground under everyone’s feet. A furious Argent diving towards you finds only empty space underneath her, and you leap back as the asphalt caves in.

When the dust clears you risk taking a quick check of everyone’s mental state; a lot of fear and alarm, some pain, but the headcount is still the same. You think.

Hopefully.

You shake your head. Focus. Don’t get distracted. Stay in control. You watch Argent and the rest pick themselves up, clear rubble off their buddies. You have to harden your heart against it, remember who they are, what they represent. “Next time,” you call down, “remember my fucking name!”

Admittedly, Argent makes it easier. She’s staring up at you, a single silver middle finger outstretched.

You don’t like the way she’s eyeing one of the support columns. Can she climb her way out? You don’t intend to stick around and see, it’s time to make yourself scarce.

–––

Every super villain needs a secret lair. A base of operations. Somewhere you can plan your next move, keep mission critical materials. If Ariadne is going to be stuck playing retired civilian, it’s even more important to keep her as separated as you can from Ghost’s activities.

Eventually the day will come when you have to cast off that identity completely, but two years isn’t long enough to make you eager to resume a life of being actively on the run from a government agency. You need to gather more influence – and protection – if you’re going to ever unmask without it being an immediate disaster.

To that end… Ariadne needs a cover. She needs a job, co-workers, hobbies. A new wardrobe. You need Ortega to take a breather and ease off on trying worm her way in and fix every little aspect of your life.

So you’ll combine the two.

Technically a ‘Melissa Simone’ owns the computer repair shop you’re standing in front of. Ms. Simone also interviewed and hired yourself and the middle-aged lady with greying hair now manning the front counter.

You put a hand on the front door, hesitating. You keep putting this off but… guess you better ‘officially’ meet your new co-worker.

A bell chimes as you step inside. Old computer advertisements adorn the walls while parts and models are neatly stacked into three aisles across the open front half of the room. The building itself is on the older side. Hopefully a bit more use will get it looking properly run down enough to seem like it’s always been a repair shop here.

The woman at the counter looks up with a smile, a phone pressed to her ear. She holds a finger up as you approach.

You didn’t hire Marcie for her customer service skills. You hired her because she’s a terminally incurious middle-aged woman who fully intends to spend as much of her time talking to friends on the store phone or otherwise shirking her duties as much as possible.

Leaning an arm against the counter you wait for her to finish her current conversation, drumming your fingers against the wooden countertop. Watch the clock on the wall tick the seconds by. Finally she hangs up and turns back to you with a tired expression. “Alright, what do you want?”

You put on a sickly sweet smile. “My name is Ariadne Becker? Y–your um… co-worker?”

Marcie blinks, frowns, then flushes red. “Oh!” She hurries out from behind the counter, “Oh, I’m so sorry. I thought you were a customer.”

“I could tell.”

She puts her hand out and you give it a quick shake. “Are you really the only repairm–person here?”

“Eh.” You shrug, glancing at the beaded doorway to the back room. “If business ever picked up maybe it’d be worth hiring more.” Glance back to her, smile again. “For now, I’m it yeah. I don’t usually bother with – with um, the front entrance.”

“Well, if you ever need something from me, sweetie, you let old Marcie know, okay?”

You blink, not sure how to respond. She wasn’t this nice to Jane– ahem ‘Melissa Simone.’ “Uh. Y–yeah, sure. Thanks.” You cough. “Um… Ms. Simone gave you the – the rundown about the back right?”

Marcie looks at you, arching a skeptical eyebrow. “To stay the hell out? Yeah.” She leans in, “So… what are we fronting here sweetheart? Drugs? It’s drugs isn’t it.” She straightens her back with a dramatic sigh. “It’s always drugs.”

“I – what???” You stare at her. “W–we’re not – not ‘fronting’ anything!?”

She frowns. Is she… disappointed…!? “Oh? Really? Well. A job’s a job, I guess.”

“I… I just have a… very particular system. Okay?” You shove your hands into your pockets, looking away from her. Stare at the posters on the wall.

“Ah. You’re one of those.” One of those what? You can’t pick it up from her thoughts, just the sliding of her changing expectations. “Well, I’ll keep out of your hair, sweetie.” She steps aside, “It was nice to meet you Ariadne, dear.”

You walk past her in a daze. Push through the bed curtain into your ‘workshop.’ A central table has a pile of half-deconstructed computer cases, their silicon guts scattered haphazardly. A tool kit hangs from the wall alongside a clear plastic cabinet of replacement parts.

Hopefully the facade holds up. You don’t have much intention of actually doing computer repair work here. It’s more than a little concerning that Marcie of all people immediately jumped to the ‘criminal front’ explanation. Was hiring her a mistake? She doesn’t seem to actually care. Maybe you should go out of your way now and then to drum up business. Put some effort into looking legit.

Aside from the bathroom and breakroom, there’s one more room. Your actual workshop. The shop technically is built onto the side of an old warehouse. You’ve walled off most of the space, installed a hidden door, just inside next to the back door out.

You didn’t use up the entire warehouse. Just walled off a decent sized chunk. The rest has been dressed up. Mostly shelves of boxes full of bricks. Something that’ll pass at least cursory inspection.

The door slides open to your touch, keyed to your fingerprint. It springs back into place as you step past. The lights flicker on at low-power. Now here is where you can finally start to get shit done. Your armor is mounted to a secondary hidden compartment recessed into the far wall, next to a bed in case you need to crash or puppeteer Jane for a bit.

You’re particularly proud of the hiding place you’ve created for the Rat-King; an oversized lava lamp sits on the bedside table, a soft blue glow filling the room. Even if anyone breaks in here, anything of value will still be hidden. You’re not completely stupid.

One corner of the room is taken up by a bank of screens and a computer terminal. A system of motion detectors, CCTV, and trip alarms have been carefully set up over the past month in a two block radius around the shop. Nothing is coming near here without you getting some kind of record of it.

And then, last but not least, against one wall a full-length table stretches underneath a pristine corkboard.

Not pristine for long… You reach back into your pocket and pull out a wad of folded up, blood stained papers. The only thing you were able to salvage from the Marconi fiasco. Could have just pinned this while you were setting everything up, you guess.

But this feels more dramatic.

You grab a pin from the cork board and smooth out the creases with your other hand. Jam the paper to the middle of the board. A bill of sale for something called a ‘Regenerator.’ You don’t recognize the name of the buyer, but the listed seller is the personal assistant to Mayor Alvarez.

You pin a scattering of related articles next to the receipt, your prize from today’s factory theft. They’re all related to the sudden government take-over and closure of the regenerator’s parent company, PharmaCore.

What exactly is going on here; you have no idea. But it’s shady as shit, and that means it’s a point of attack. If you’re going to crack the damn city open, this is your starting point. You grab a pen and paper as you sit down at the desk.

You hum a tune under your breath as you work. Time to start planning out your next moves.

[rosy-cheekx]

Case #0162406: Fear Factor

Case #0162407. Statement of Katherine Brown, regarding her experience in a Fear Factory. Statement taken direct from subject by Jonathan Sims, head archivist of the Magnus Institute, London. In your own time, Ms. Brown.

Please, it’s just Katherine. Did you have any trouble getting here? I’ve been told it’s quite hidden away. And I’m sorry again to ask you to come here but, as you can see, there’s really no chance of being able to pop down to London for a little day trip.

No, Ms. Katherine, it was no trouble. From what I’ve heard from the papers you have quite a story to tell.

Oh...you read about me? I was really hoping you wouldn’t. I didn’t want you to think I was crazy before hearing my story. I get why they think I am; I get why I’m here. But I know what happened, I know I’m not--

Ms. Katherine, please. I’m not here to pass judgement on your condition, just to take your statement. Now... In your own time.

Yes. Yes, of course... 

I’ve always been a bit of an adrenaline junkie. When I was a kid, my friends and I would do anything we could. We were kids in the middle of nowhere, so it was mostly shoplifting and riding our bikes down big hills really fast, just to feel that heart-pounding rush of fear and success of survival. Our favorite thing to do, though, was go to haunted houses. From September through to Halloween, we would go to any haunted house attraction we could find and scream ourselves silly. As we got older, it became a more complex game. How long could we last, who would scream the least or the loudest, just kid stuff. Most of us grew out of it eventually, those sorts of attractions only get so scary. Rachel and I, though, we couldn’t get enough of it. We started finding weirder and weirder places to scratch that itch, that need to be terrified. As soon as she had turned 18, being a month and a half younger than me, we had signed up to go to our first touchable house. Typically, haunted houses have a no-touching-the-patrons rule, so the ones that don’t offer that safety were alluring to us. 

It sort of escalated from there, really. In America, there was a guy who had haunted houses so terrifying that you had to sign waivers and take a psych exam to go through. I’ve read all sorts of stories about them locking people in cages, cutting their hair, feeding them all sorts of things. All completely consensual, of course, a whole new level of terror attractions. It was shut down, I think, but that was the kind of scare we wanted. To go through something like that, and come out alive? We wanted to feel invincible, immortal.

Three years ago, I think, Rachel was in this forum, looking for some attractions that would be open in September. The weirder they are, the more likely they were to be open year-round, because Halloween wasn't the point. She found a really buried ad for one called Fear Factory. I think the ad labeled it as “an immersive experience sure to scare the life out of you.” There weren't any reviews on it at first, which was initially a red flag, but with some digging, we saw it was new.  Like, opened-its-doors-a-month-ago new. They seemed to be legit, their website boasted of other locations in America and Canada, but reviews seemed to be locked behind a password, so the experience wasn’t spoiled for first timers. Rachel put us on the waiting list. We were both freshly 21, feeling unstoppable, and weren’t really thinking about the risks.

A week or so later, we both got an email, claiming our application had been accepted and we were being offered an experience at the Fear Factory next Friday. We both eagerly accepted, and they sent us an address of where to go. We looked it up; an old office complex, rundown, but that fit the aesthetic of something like this pretty well. They had us fill out some detailed surveys, asking about fears, hard limits, and random things, like our relationship to each other, where we went to school, our interests.

We drove together to the complex, parking outside the building, and taking time to do our due diligence. We both texted Peter, a schoolmate of ours, gave him the address of the place, and a time to check in with us. Some of these more complicated scenarios take a while, and it was already 9 in the evening, so we told him to call us at 2 a.m. to check that we were okay. 

As we were both on our phones, we heard a woman clear her throat. She was tall, wearing a black jacket and jeans, and her sunglasses reflected the streetlamps off the lenses. She introduced herself as Mara and said she would take us to the “beginning of the end.” We laughed at that, elbowing each other over being scared. She took us up a few flights of stairs, before rapping a fingerless-gloved hand on the door of the third floor’s landing. She told Rachel to go in and someone would meet her there. I squeezed her hand twice before she left. I wish I had something, told her that I loved her, that I’d see her later, something. 

She brought me to the sixth floor and showed me into a small room. There was a small chair, but the room was completely empty other than that. It smelled sickly sweet, like something rotting. Mara let me in and handed me a strip of black cloth. A blindfold. I sat in the chair and tied it, knotting it carefully beneath my ponytail. She told me to count to 100, take the blindfold off, and the game would begin. As she closed the door, something I couldn’t quite call music began to play. It was high pitched and resonant, almost like an echo of laughter layered over itself.

I began to count, feeling like a kid as I added an unspoken “one hundred” underneath to make sure I wasn’t counting too fast or to slow. As I reached one hundred, the creeping music stopped. I took off the blindfold and blinked to adjust to what I now found myself in: oppressively cold darkness. I stood and extended my hand, slowly making my forward to where I knew the door to be. The intense feeling of fear began to creep over me, and I felt an irresistible smile spread across my face. I found what must be the handle to the door and twisted it. I shut my eyes tight against the harsh white light that filled my field of view. I blinked and adjusted to the light of the stairwell gradually, feeling a wave of nausea wash over me. My vision pitched suddenly, the frame of the door bulging impossibly, twisting into what seemed like a smile. I inhaled sharply, like filling my lungs would catch my balance. 

 The sharp descending of the stairs twisted in front of me, my vision still swirling; it would take too long to take the time to carefully step down each without falling. I had to get to the fourth floor. I could escape there. Without really thinking about what I was doing, I leapt, hand on the railing, clearing the full set of steps as my anchored hand guided me down safely. The door for the fifth floor was in front of me, a dull pale metal, but I knew it wouldn’t be safe there. I repeated the process again, using the rail as a track for my hand as I jumped from the fifth floor landing to the fourth, the door with the 4 emblazoned in in black paint rising before me like the pearly gates. I would be safe there. I would be safe there.

I thrust open the door and found myself in the middle of a hallway. The floor was a murky pink and brown laminate, and the white ceiling low. There were no windows. Both ends of the hallway seem to split into two passages. Panic rose in my chest; they were coming. I had to go. I picked blindly, turning left, and running full tilt down the hall. Almost as soon as I had started running, I saw figures turn the corner. Their forms shed no shadows, a part of me registered, but it carried no weight as the bald, rotting, decrepit bodies sprinted towards me, ragged nails and broken teeth glinting in the light of the hallway. They leapt at me, biting and scratching. I’m sure I cried out as one took a chunk of flesh from my hand, but the blood pumping in my ears drowned out most sounds. I don’t know how I fought them off, honestly, adrenaline was overpowering all other senses. I continued running down the hallway.

There was a door. It was identical to the doors that had been in the stairwell, the cold brushed metal distorting reflections. It was only then, seeing a vague version of myself staring back at me that I realized I was no longer feeling that swirling dizziness. Relieved, I opened the door. I wasn’t entirely sure what I am expecting but it certainly wasn’t my dormitory. The tall bedframe, the simple desk, the wardrobe with the mirror hanging over the front of it. It was the mirror, of all things, that beckoned me. I let the door fall shut behind me as I took the few steps to cross the room and stare at myself. There was blood streaked across my face, and it dripped from my hands, which I realized with a start were still curled into tight fists. I had been wearing overalls over a sweater, but the front hung off me like a wilted petal, a snap apparently broken off during my previous encounter. I was a mess. I was dirty. I needed to change.

As soon as that thought had entered my head, I was already peeling off the destroyed overalls, all other thoughts set aside. I should have known it wasn’t over, that fighting a couple zombie-like creatures wouldn’t have been enough. It was too warm in this room, too sterile to be my dorm. But none of those concerns crossed my mind as I opened the creaky wooden door to the wardrobe, where I knew a fresh pair of jeans would be. And there were, I suppose. But opening the door had seemed to interrupt the new occupants of my closet, a massive hive of wasps that had built a nest along the swinging corner of the door and the small magnet that held the door closed. I had effectively torn the nest in two, and my error was not easily forgiven. I did hear myself scream this time as furious insects swarmed me, sharp stings lighting up my body like a thousand electric shocks. I staggered and backed into the wall, hands pressed over my eyes, too instinctively concerned for my sight to try to swipe at the wasps that flooded my senses. My scream didn’t last long, as my open mouth encouraged some stings to my tongue as well, and I gritted my teeth shut, heaving panicked breaths. I wasn’t sure how long I was there, pressed into the corner opposite the wardrobe, until gradually I realized that the stinging over my body was the throbbing of the previous wounds, not the inflicting of new ones. Tentatively uncovering my eyes, I surveyed the room. I was grateful to discover I must have knocked the mirror off its supports in my struggle, unable to comprehend what I must look like now, more histamine than human. I crept forward, avoiding the broken glass, except for a brief pause to stoop and gingerly grab a hefty shard. If there more of those undead bodies, I wanted to be ready. I also saw that the wasp’s nest was gone somehow. The compartment was devoid of the rolls of papery hive and any evidence the wasps had existed besides my aching body was gone. I was relieved and quickly grabbed the first pair of jeans I could find, wincing all the while as I shook out the folds. I refused to be sore and naked for whatever was about to happen next.

As I shook out the dark denim, I watched a handful of tiny specks fall off the pants. I wish it were a lie to say I almost laughed when I saw that they were ants, marching fastidiously along the creases of, upon inspection, every pair of pants I owned. Lucky for me, I suppose, that ants had never bothered me. The bad joke, however? Brutal.

You know how they say that adrenaline and fear help you preserve memories? Flashbulb memories, they’re called. Of traumatic or significant events. Well I think that even the adrenaline that was pounding through me had its limits. I don’t remember what happened next. I must have run out into the hallway, must have tried to find my way out, but it’s all a bit of a blur. I remember something to do with my teeth and a pair of pliers, but I don’t think there’s anything there I want to remember anyways. The next thing I remember, however, is something I don’t think I can ever forget.

I was in another long hallway. Or it could have been the same hallway, I’m not sure how I would know. I saw shadows shift and contract, and a form emerged, completely enveloped in shadow. It looked like a person only in that had two arms, two legs, a torso, and a head. The hands were long, and the elbows crooked at wrong angles. The torso was slightly lopsided, like the head was too big to be supported properly. The legs were also impossibly long, and I couldn’t see feet. There was a sound, too, that was bothering me, but I couldn’t quite place it. It was like a low droning or buzzing, like it was trying to speak to me. We stood, frozen in a face-off before it lunged at me, moving at impossible speeds. I blinked and it was practically on top of me, swiping with its talons for fingers. I took some nasty swipes across my abdomen and stabbed at it with my shard of mirror. I missed once but the second time, I stabbed it where the neck and shoulder met. Shadows spilt from the wound, covering my hand in dark fog.

That was when I heard it. The buzzing sound sharpened and cleared up. I heard Rachel, crying, saying my name. I blinked and the shadow person was gone, and it was Rachel who I saw, Rachel whose blood was pooling around my hand, Rachel who I had stabbed. I dropped the mirror fragment and tried to apologize, but the words couldn’t quite leave my throat. I couldn’t bring myself to explain, apologize, or even comfort her, but the light had left her eyes soon enough and I knew I was ready to give up.

Police found me later. Apparently, we had been missing for two days. I don’t remember much of the trial, honestly, but there was never any evidence of either of us being drugged up or anything. They called it a temporary psychotic episode brought on by panic. I was put here instead, and I spend every night trying to avoid sleeping so I don’t see Rachel’s eyes, staring back at me, begging me to help. The...The wasps were real, though, I remember being treated for them in the hospital later.

Thank you, Ms. Katherine. Have... Have a good day. 

Click.

This has been a frustrating one to research. One would think a story with an online internet ad would lead to something. But no, Sasha hasn’t been able to track down any sort of Fear Factory, except for some Salt Lake City haunted house, but further research didn’t lead to any connections. There’s also a band, but there’s also no connections to anyone with the name Mara. Sasha was also able to finagle her way into old text records between Rachel and Peter, and got the address, near Oxford. Martin took a trip down to take a look at it but didn’t find anything. There was, in fact, an abandoned building, and it was, the site of the homicide of Rachel Tillvale, by Katherine Brown, according to police records. The odd part, however, is that Katherine was certain that she was taken to the sixth floor of the building, and that the fourth floor was her escape. Unless Martin has become wholly incapable at his job, which...is probably not the case, there are only three floors of that building. The weird part was the basement. Ms. Brown had mentioned something but couldn’t recall it. I understand why. In the basement of the building, there was a handful of adult teeth in the utility sink.

[cornfields-and-bad-dreams]

SOWC19, Day 1: Forest/Woods

Original work

word count: 1,377

Warnings: strong language, mention of death, zombie

Synopsys: Micheal and his two friends buy a map that will supposedly lead them to a forgotten settlement, but that’s not all they’ll find.

@blackirisposts

Wednesday, October 2nd, 2019:

Jason Lewis sold Brian, Zach and I a map.  He says if we follow it, it will lead us to "The ruins of a forgotten civilization."  I thought he was full of shit but Zach and Brian seemed really interested.  We all chipped in $10 for the map so I hope he wasn't pulling our legs.  Brian thinks it's legit though, he says the area the map leads to is where a bunch of people think an old settler village used to be, apparently his dad was telling him about that recently and his dad would know, he works down at the museum.  So, Brian, Zach and I decided to talk to our parents about the two of them staying the weekend here, our parents finally said yes after they took forever to call each other.  Now, all we gotta do is figure out what to take on our trip.

-Michael

Friday, October 4th, 2019:

Brian and Zach came over after school today, my mom made us do homework right away but afterward, we started getting our backpacks ready for the morning.  Our parents don't know we're doing this cause I doubt they'd let us go so we're leaving pretty early, my parents usually sleep in on Saturdays but we still wanna be out of the house and at the woods before they even realize we're gone.  I'm gonna be carrying most of the real supplies while the others have snacks and drinks.  We didn't know exactly what to take so we just grabbed a bunch of stuff from my dads supplies of camping/outdoors supplies.  I did make sure to get his compass though, thought that might come in real handy.  Speaking of those snacks though, me and the guys went to the store yesterday and bought as much stuff as we could afford, not all of it is for the trip though were saving some for the after party.  I should probably go to sleep, need to be up early.  Tommorow's entry will be amazing, I just know it.

-Michael

Saturday, October 5th, 2019:

Today was fucking insane.  The three of us got up early like planned and got ready, we were out of the house and to the woods by the time the sun started to rise.  It took us about four hours to get to the village.  There wasn't much left of it, mostly just foundations left but there were a few walls and remnents of chimneys.  Brian was taking a lot of notes, he was the most excited, Zach and I lost interest after half an hour or so, we wanted to go back but Brian kept insisting we stay.  I now wish we hadn't litened to him.  Brian wanted to try and map out the village, something about it helping his father and the others at the museum, so Zach and I started wandering around.  We played a couple games, stopped for lunch with brian and the three of us got back to doing what we'd be doing.

It was about this time, approximately noon, that things started to get serious.  Zach and I had been messing around in the stream next to the village when we decided to follow it up the way it was coming, after ten minutes we found a graveyard.  We didn't realize what it was at first, most of the headstones had been grown over or broken, and the carvings on the visible ones had been worn away over the years.  It wasn't until Brian joned us that he realized what we'd found.  

I felt kinda sad being there, the place hadn't been kept properly, like a graveyard should.  Lost and forgotten to time, no one to mourn them, no one to miss them, even their names had been consumed by time.  Brian had wandered off to take note on the churchs foundation while Zach had decided to "Pour one out for the fallen homies"  I felt like I was the only one who was really aware of where we were.  I started walking around trying to find just one headstone that was legible.  Toward the back of the graveyard was a small headstone that caught my eye, I could make a a few letters on it, running my fingers over it I could feel the other letters were just barely there, an idea struck me.  I called Brian over and asked for a piece of paper and his pencil, using the two to make a rubbing the name appeared, Emeline Wallace.  The date on her headstone told me she'd died young, 17 years old.  And as I sat there, listening to Zach and Brian arguing about something somewhere behind me I started to talk to Emeline.  I didn't know who she was or what kinda life she'd had, and I certainly didn't know what had killed her, but there in that abandoned graveyard, I felt like the last person she had.  So I talked, and I cried, and I even sang, sitting ther for I don't even know how long until a hand landed on my shoulder.  Brian had gotten all the notes he needed and was ready to go, I said goodbye to Emeline.  

But here's the thing, as we were leaving we heard this noise, like a grunting as if someone was straining with something.  I looked back and there she was, crawling her way out of the very grave I'd been sitting at, Emeline.  I can't explain it and I certainly don't expect anyone to belive me.  I don't think Brian or Zach would've belived me if they hadn't have been there.  The three of us had frozen when we saw her, but as soon as she'd gotten to her feet and steaded herself Zach snapped out of his trance.  He yelled for us to run and grabbed our arms to pull us along with him as he started off, as soon as we were in motion my legs switched to auto pilot.  I was still processing what I'd seen and barely realized I was manuvering myself flawlessly trough the woods.  After some time of running we slowed, we had no idea if she was even following us anymore but we did know we were lost.  It was also at that moment I realized I'd lost my dads compass.  Eventually, we made our way out of the woods with the position of the sun and hurried on back home.  Now I'm just sitting in bed fighting sleep, you'd think it would be hard to sleep after that experience but with all said and done I'm exhausted.  I can only bet Brian and Zach were too, they passed out almost as soon as they laid down.  I hope this won't be my last journal entry, I'm sure I'll wake up just fine tomorrow but apart of me is still scared Emeline will find us.

-Michael

Closing his journal Michael lays it on his nightstand and turns off his lamp.  Laying down he closes his eyes and finally allows himself to slip into the welcomeing embrace of sleep.

Michaels eyes shoot open, his clock reads 3:16 A.M, the room is alight with the moons glow, and his two friends are staring wide eyed at something in the direction of the foot of his bed.  Michael knows whats there, he just does, he doesn't want to but ever so slowly he turns to look down his bed.  Standing there is Emeline, she is withered and dried with chunks of flesh and hair missing.  She extends her right arm over the bed with a closed fist, Michael is sure she's going to lunge forward to grab him, instead she opens her hand and lets something fall onto the sheets covering Michaels legs.

"You...dropped this." Emeline speaks hoarsely.

Slowly taking it in hand Michael realizes it's his fathers compass.

"Thank you." Michael replies, looking up bugeyed at Emeline.

"Thank you...for...visting me."  Her face contorts in what Michael can only guess is meant to be a smile.

Slowly and stiffly Emeline retreats out the bedroom door and into the night.  Looking over at his freinds Micheal finds they are now looking at him.  Silently Micheal lays back down and sets the compass onto his nightstand.

[ghostofviperwrites]

The Game

Came to fruition after reading Vacciones by wrestlingismyfavourite, which I would link but her blog is no longer around. 

Featuring:  LIJ.

Warnings:  explicit language, smut, sexual content, fighting, drinking, violence, bullying and bribery

 “Alright sweetling, you can fuck off now.” Naito said with an unrepentant grin.   Studious Girl from last night had just finished sucking him off and now he was ready to start the day.   He didn’t stick around to listen to her sputtered indignation, rising from the bed and heading towards the bathroom humming an off-key tune.   He was in a great mood this morning.  He had woken up with Studious Girl’s full pouty lips wrapped around his cock, just like he had hoped last night, and in just a few hours he was going to be joined by his Los Ingobernables brethren from Japan.   They would then be meeting up with the Mexican chapter of the brotherhood and then all hell would break loose.   Lots of fucking and fighting to be had.  The two things that made Naito the happiest.  As long as Studious Girl was long gone by the time he was done showering, things would continue swimmingly.  

Exiting the bathroom, Naito ran the towel over his head, ruffling his hair dry.   Pleased to see the room empty, he discarded the towel around his waist and padded across the small hotel room towards his suitcase.   As he slid on a pair of black jeans his phone pinged with a message.  A grin lit up his face as he read the message from Bushi indicating they had landed at the airport and would be heading his direction as soon as they rented a car.   Flipping on the TV, Naito found an old movie to watch, kicking back against the bedspread to enjoy his last bit of peace before chaos descended.  Once the boys got here, it would be non-stop partying for the next several days.   He must have dozed off because the next thing Naito knew he was being startled by a loud pounding on his hotel door.   Rubbing his hand over his face to clear the sleep he opened the door with a wide yawn.  

He laughed as Evil barreled in, picking him up off his feet and swinging him around before they were joined in a boisterous group hug, voices excitedly chattering on top of each other as they all greeted their leader.   They were more than just stable mates, they were family, and they had missed Naito while he was gone.   With a grin Naito slung his arm around Hiromu’s shoulder holding out a fist to the stuffed cat in his arms.  Hiromu smiled and held out Daryl’s paw for the requisite fist bump, grin getting brighter as Naito rubbed the cat’s head as he disengaged.   Settling around the room the group made plans for lunch and a little sightseeing before they would meet up at the bar later with Rush and Pierroth, the local ungovernable members.  

Because he is an asshole and was hoping Studious Girl might return and he could give her a hard time, Naito took them to the little restaurant she was at when he saw her yesterday, sitting out on the patio with pitchers of beer and plentiful appetizers scattered around their table.   While they ate Naito filled them in on his exploits from the night before, as well as from the course of his vacation, and in turn the guys told their tales.   Unfortunately, Studious Girl never made an appearance.  After a few pitchers of beer the group wandered around the little town, flirting with the pretty senoritas in the shops as they went.

“Chicks just love him and his damn cat.”  Bushi muttered as they watched a trio of young women flirting with Hiromu, stroking the cat and Hiromu’s hair while he giggled.  

“Yeah, he knows how to fucking work it too.”   Evil said giving props to their little brother.   By far the most innocent of the bunch, though that wasn’t saying much, the older members of the group looked out for their little brother. His sometimes childish demeanor, and the fact that he was a little bit off in the head, led people to underestimate him and try to take advantage of him.   They soon learned that Hiromu was a little badass, a legit ticking time bomb that you didn’t want to be around when the fuse ran out.  But, as was sometimes the case, if Hiromu was not feeling up to defending himself; he had four brothers who were more than happy to take up his battles.  

As the sun sank low in the sky, casting shadows over the town LIJ made their way to the bar where they were meeting Rush and Pierroth.    They were greeted by their friends with rounds of beer and a tray full of tequila shots at the ready, loud greetings abounded as everyone began chattering amongst each other.  

Tossing back another shot, Naito assessed the room with a calculating gaze.   What is with this town and couples he thought as he didn’t spot more than a couple of single females throughout the room.  Grabbing a cold cerveza from the ice bucket on the table he looked back over the couples, noting many attractive females and gave a shrug.  He supposed he could mess around with some loved-up females.  He would take his fun tonight where he could get it.

Yesterday was tranquilo, he didn’t want to work.  Today, he was refreshed and ready for whatever may come, so he was willing to expend some effort. Leaning towards Sanada who was seated on the stool next to him making eyes at someone, Naito caught his attention.

“Feel like a game Sanada?”  He asked his partner in crime with a sly smile.

“Always.”  Sanada replied.  “What do you have in mind?”  

He threw back a shot of tequila, glancing around the room in an effort to guess what Naito was up to.

“There are a lot of couples, no?”  Naito asked seeing Sanada evaluating the room.  Sanada nodded in agreement, arching an eyebrow in silent question waiting for Naito to get on with it.  

“I propose we see who can score the most with these unavailable females. Any type of sexual contact counts.”  Naito said.   They had played games like this before, they both knew sexual contact meant genitals had to be involved.   Just making out didn’t count.  

“You’re on. “  Sanada said with a grin, sliding off his barstool and slapping Naito on the back. “And be prepared to lose.”  

Naito watched as Sanada trailed after a woman who had just left the table she had been seated at with a man who was obviously her date.  

“That asshole.”  He cursed as he saw the woman glance back at the following Sanada as she walked into the ladies room.   Sanada had obviously already planted some seeds that Naito had missed and now had a leg up on the competition.   Taking a long pull from his beer Naito quickly scanned the room for the easiest target. He needed to even the playing field and fast.   He’d be damned if he was going to let his protégé burn him.    If he was playing this game, he usually liked to go for the most obviously in love couple, it upped the stakes quite a bit, but tonight was about numbers, so he would take it easy for now.  If the night allowed for it, he would play his style later.  

His luck appeared to turning up as he spotted a pretty little senorita morosely stirring her frozen margarita with a straw.   Her boyfriend had his arm slung around her shoulder, but was clearly not paying her any attention, laughing and chatting with his friends. She glanced around the room, gaze landing on Naito who gave his most charming smile and tipped his beer bottle towards her.   She quickly smiled back before looking back at her boyfriend and taking several gulps of her drink and signaling for another.

“Gotcha!”  Naito said aloud.  “Drink up baby.”  

“You on the prowl Tetsuya?” Rush asked slinging his arm around Naito’s shoulders.  

“Of course.”  Naito scoffed.  “When am I not?”   Rush laughed and returned to his conversation leaving Naito to resume his flirting.   He watched as she got tired of waiting for the waitress, striding purposefully towards the bar, gliding right past him.  Naito turned to enjoy the view of her supple ass encased in a bright yellow mini skirt.   He idly wondered what color her panties were as she raised up on her tiptoes in an effort to get the bartender’s attention, causing her skirt to rise almost scandalously.

Like a predator stalking its prey, Naito slid up behind her, close enough that she could feel his body heat, but not touching her.   Leaning over her shoulder Naito snapped his fingers immediately gaining the attention of the bartender and ordering her drink.

“You know, if had a woman as beautiful as you sitting with me I wouldn’t be talking to my male friends.”  Naito said smoothly.   “In fact, I don’t think I would be doing any talking at all.  I think I would have you pushed up against a wall with my tongue buried in your pretty little pussy.”    He stared intensely into her eyes, letting her see exactly how much he would enjoy that, hiding his smirk as her breath hitched.   Her eyes darted over to her boyfriend, who hadn’t even noticed she was gone before flickering back to him.  

“Please,” She whimpered.  

“Let’s go to the ladies’ room.”  Naito suggested motioning for her to lead the way.   As the entered the hallway leading back to the bathrooms they passed Sanada who narrowed his eyes as he saw Naito pass.  

“Pickings are getting kind of slim.”  Naito commented a few hours later as Sanada was preparing to follow his latest into the back.  

“Getting a bit boring here.”  The rest of the table nodded in agreement.  

“I’ll liven it up.”  Sanada said with a smirk.  “Just give me a few minutes.”  

Ten minutes later Sanada trailed out of the back behind his latest conquest who rejoined her lover who was none the wiser to what had just occurred.   Rather than rejoin his brothers Sanada continued past the table, making them all look on curiously as to what he had planned.  Having a feeling things were about to liven up, Pierroth casually strode up to the bar and slapped down several hundred dollars.  

“No policia por favor.”  He said with a nod at the stack of cash.  It was more than enough to cover any potential damage and for them to pocket a nice chunk. The bartender nodded, sliding the money into his pocket.

Coming right up to the woman’s table, Seiya pulled her lacy panties from his pocket and dropped it right in the middle of her boyfriend’s plate.

“You forgot these. “ He said with a smug smile delivered right at the man.  

The woman’s boyfriend jumped to his feet, swinging his fist at Sanada who easily dodged it, before swinging back with a punch of his own, catching the man on the side of the head.   Fists began flying as an all-out brawl broke out, the man’s friends trying to jump Sanada and the Los Ingobernables joining in the fray, bodies flying everywhere as glass shattered around.   In the end the Los Ingobernables stood tall before being unceremoniously escorted from the bar.  

Laughing boisterously as they trampled down the street, the group made their way to another bar, taking up residence at a table and quickly surveying the scene.  Seeing the lack of couples in their new location Naito turned to Sanada.

“Call it a draw?”  He asked.

“Draw.”  Sanada said, the two shaking hands on the deal.  

As the group settled in, eventually they ended up with a group of senoritas who found themselves perched on the lap of each member of the group, with the exception of Hiromu who somehow had two women cooing over him, suggestively stroking his cat.   He was lapping up the attention, moving off to a corner with the girls with a sly smile at his stable mates.  

“How the hell does he get all the girls with that damn cat?”  Evil said, shaking his head with a smile, hands firmly wrapped around the hips of the woman on his lap.

“It’s so cute.”  She cooed glancing in that direction.  “He loves that little kitty.”

“Nobody asked for your opinion sweetheart.”  Evil told her.  “Just sit here and look pretty.”     She huffed in aggravation, but did as directed without much too fuss, making no attempt to leave Evil’s lap.

After a while some of the bar patrons started getting rather upset that all the females were flocking to the famous wrestlers.  A few of the braver patrons decided to strike out at the invaders.  

“Hey give him back!”  Hiromu’s shriek cut through the loud din in the bar, catching the immediate attention of his stable mates.   Sanada, Evil and Naito shot to their feet as they looked over at Hiromu, seeing a couple of guys had grabbed Daryl and were taunting Hiromu.  

“Those fuckers” Naito growled storming in that direction.  Hiromu had just gotten his friend replaced, and Naito for damn sure wasn’t going to let his brother’s heart get broken again, especially by some drunk idiots.

“Fucking little pussy with his little kitty cat.”  One of the men taunted, shaking Daryl in Hiromu’s face and yanking it back as the younger man tried to grab it.

“I sincerely hope you weren’t talking to my brother like that!”  Evil growled, grabbing the man by the arm and spinning him around to face him.  The man’s face paled as he saw him and his friend surrounded by the six Los Ingobernables members who all looked ready to lay down.  

“Give him back his cat.”  Sanada said his voice low, eyes narrowed, anger emanating from his expression.  

The man slowly handed Daryl back to Hiromu who clung tightly to the animal, his face still distraught.  Naito was pissed that these assholes were ruining his friend’s night out.  Hiromu didn’t deserve to be treated like that.  

“We aren’t going to let them get away with fucking with Hiromu and Daryl are we Naito?”  Sanada checked.  

“Hell no we aren’t.”  Naito confirmed stepping forward to push the man in the chest before swinging his fist into his jaw.  

That was all it took for yet another brawl to break out, Pierroth heading to the bar with a rueful smile, pulling out another stack of bills.  He had come prepared fully anticipating fights to break out.

“No policia?” He said again waving the bills.   The man behind the bar nodded, taking the bribe as Pierroth returned to the fray. 

After the fight was over, the group once again found themselves in the street.  Looking up Naito saw the sun beginning to rise.  

“Well, that was a pretty successful night.”  He commented.  “Lots of pussy, lots of fighting.  Works for me.”  The group broke into laughter strolling down the streets in search of a liquor store to continue the party back at their hotel since the bars were shutting down and they were nowhere near done.  

[polygamyff]

5. Part 4

I find it hilarious how we are in a Starbucks, we kind of first met in a Starbucks. I like the fact we both like the same thing, she loves a Latte and so do I. Robyn legit made an outfit out of my hoodie, she looks so good in everything and I love it. Her beauty is what dreams are made of. What tragedies are written about. What poets spend their lives trying to capture, never to be satisfied in the face of such perfection. Her smile is addictive to watch, the best thing I have done in my own lifetime is make this woman my girlfriend because I will never get tired of watching her. Staring at her long graceful fingers, a new fresh pair of nails, I feel like they was done recently maybe for me but I am impressed. She pinches off another portion of the brownie. Following the piece with my eyes as she brings it towards her mouth while she watches her phone, maybe looking at a text. Head bent slightly forward, her sun-kissed loose curls cascade down at the sides of her shoulders. She is so beautiful and I can't stop the heavy thump of my heartbeat against my chest, the rush of heat to my head, can barely breathe.

Her lips close around the piece of brownie and the fingertips that hold it, my mouth dry as she sucks the remaining traces of chocolate off her fingertips, the glistening flesh curved around the digits. I don’t know why we bother to come out, I want to have sex with her. I gasped before grabbing my Latte, bumping against the handle of the cup near dropping it like an idiot but all was saved, it didn’t fall. Her lashes flutter upwards, her eyes focusing on me, her glistening hazel eyes just staring at me, this is actually making me nervous. She smiles at me, it’s like she knows that I was watching her, knows what she is doing to me. Her tongue peeks out, she curves it over her lower lip, licks away a few brownie crumbs. I shift forward in my seat, my knees bearing against her exposed thigh under the small table. “Good?” I questioned, tilting my head towards the brownie, my eyes never leaving hers. She nods, pinches off another chunk of brownie with her fingers, holds it out to me “you should try it” There's challenge in her voice, we are playing with fire, and we both know it because we are in public.

I gripped her wrist, pull her hand close to my face. Her eyes widen, surprised. Keeping my gaze steadily on her, I wrap my mouth around the brownie, my lips wrap around her fingers. With my tongue I slides the brownie off her fingertips and her eyes flutter, a slight blush to her cheeks. The chocolate is rich and dark, the flavour of her skin sets off sparks. I suck on her fingers, cleaning away the last traces of chocolate, and her chest rises and falls with her rapid breathing, she sways forward a little. When I release her hand and it falls down to the table, her mouth dropped open. She is staring at my lips, and shifts in her seat. I wrap one leg around hers, trapping her to me and she swallows hard visibly, shivers when I trace my hand along her waist until my fingers are dipped into the grooves of her spine. Robyn tilts towards me, pointing at my lips “you've got…” Her voice almost soundless. Eyes hazy, her mouth so close that her warm breath tickles my upper lip “…chocolate” she whispers and then brings her lips to the left corner of my mouth. She slides her tongue along the outline, cleaning away the sweet remains supposedly stuck to my skin. My mind goes blank, my fingers digging into her spine. A gust of breath flutters from her mouth at his touch, hot and moist.

“There…” Sucking the other side of his lip between hers, nipping, her tongue along the flesh. I groan out, I want to grab her, haul her onto my lap but the edge of the table keeps us apart. I rake my other hand through her hair, my palm cradling her head. Keeping her close, tilting her forward. Keeping her. She draws the shape of my mouth with her tongue, travelling along my lips until she is centered with me, exchanging aching breaths through open “and there” She delves into my mouth, her tongue seeking mine in bold strokes, deep and needy and longing and I meet her with the same desperation. She tastes like chocolate and coffee and woman, full-blooded and strong, I aches for her, wants her only more, always more. I suck on her lips, nibbles the skin and she gasps, digs her nails into the skin of my neck. Someone wolf whistled nearby and we jump apart like teenagers being caught making out under the bleachers. Our heads jerk toward the sound. A young group of females and males is sat by their corner booth “oh my god” Robyn said in my ear, placing her face in the crook of my neck, I know she is blushing.

The group jeered at us “better than pornhub” shaking my head smiling, I completely forgot where we was and I knew it was a bad thing “stop it, they cute!!” some female shouted “couple goals though” Robyn moved back from the crook of my neck giggling, she can’t stop laughing “this all your fault, made me forget where I am!” she pushed me lightly away from her “my phone is ringing, thank god” that has never happened to me, that was intense and I am surprised I ain’t got hard, I kept the big boy at bay “why are you even there Leon?” pushing my chair back, who the hell is Leon “well I know that, I am doing a late on Monday. But I don’t think my mom is going to just let you sit there, she lying she don’t see you as her second child” getting up from the chair, grabbing my snapback from the table and placing it on my head. Catching Robyn eye me up with her eyes bulged out “wait a minute” digging into my pocket for my cigarette “what is it?” why is she eye balling me “stand to the side for me” what is even her problem, standing to the side for her “what?” seeing Robyn’ hand reach down touch my bulge, I quickly gripped her hand “hey, don’t” she is really eye balling me “that’s mine, also you can’t walk around like that. Put it down” I chuckled a little “I can’t just put it down, it will soften. Calm your little ass down, just don’t touch it” she is not happy but I am not happy she is speaking to some guy “I don’t want anyone to look” she kissed her teeth, rolling my eyes placing my cigarette between my lips. Turning to face that group people “ayo, where you get your new Js from?” looking down at my sneakers, moving the cigarette from my lips “not released yet, next week you’ll see these come out” the guy looked at me all wide eyed “let’s go then” Robyn came out of nowhere “that’s dope as shit” following behind Robyn “sis, I need to know where you found this man!!” one of the female shouted “I am from Texas ma’am, nice meeting you all” they funny, loud as fuck though because we may have had sex if it wasn’t for them.

Sitting in Robyn’ car, we using her car and she wants to drive and I ain’t about to stop her, she knows where she is going. Closing the car door as I sat in, Robyn instantly placed her bag on my lap, I was about to light my cigarette up “thank you?” I said, is she really mad that I don’t have any control of my dick “are you mad?” I questioned “no, I mean maybe. I don’t know, I wouldn’t say mad but you’re like new around here. Just seems like you’re a very noticeable man, I just see females look at you a lot, this is why I was shocked to know you was single and your age, you don’t look it at all” placing her bag in the back seat “does it matter? I am with you, I don’t notice shit. I just be noticing you, who is Leon?” I need to know this “oh he is my best friend, I am sure I mentioned it to you but yeah he is at my house and I am like I won’t be back, tomorrow I will be and he’s like we can watch a movie and catch up, I was like my parents ain’t about to sit there and hear us speak about dick, so I think I am going to his. But yeah, just making at meet up, he is gay. He loves light skinned tatted up niggas, so he may fancy you. I hope you don’t turn, he ain’t ugly either. He always said we would marry each other If I was forever single” I chuckled shaking my head “mhmmm, I wouldn’t change you for the world. I mean, who starts touching my dick when it’s semi-hard, you was publicly touching me and then getting angry” busting out laughing” I wanted it to behave, shut up!” she hit my arm as I laughed out.

I have so much shit to do when I go to New York have so many meetings in my diary, my assistant is good. She even booked in a slot for Malik, this is how busy I am going to be. I need to go to Texas first and then go New York, I am going to do this all within a day hopefully. Leaning to the side resting my arm on the middle panel, I need to meet my assistant actually. I can meet her at my office, I rather keep busy actually. Saves me from thinking of Robyn and what she is doing, I will miss her a lot “we are here” looking up from my phone “where are we?” I don’t even know where we are “Ocean Avenue, you said take you anywhere because you haven’t been here” she is right “ok, that’s fine. It looks nice” looking back down at my phone, my phone pinged and the notification popped down with the Naomi, quickly flicking it up to get rid of it “who is Naomi?” shifting in the seat, not someone I want to speak about “just a family friend, she erm helps with the real estate. I am just checking my diary, it’s busy” locking my phone, I don’t want to know what she is texting about “I can tell, there is a lot of red on there” nodding my head, that is so awkward and I don’t wan to even hear her name come out of Robyn’ lips.

Fixing my snapback on my head with my free hand “it’s actually nice here ain’t it?” Robyn walked the opposite way towards the water view “it is, I love coming here but I always wanted to come here and walk with my man” it’s a very couple oriented place, walking towards the barrier “look at that” Robyn said pointing, my smile grew seeing the sunset “that is dope” Robyn let my hand go and walked towards the barrier, walking slowly behind her. I have seen many of places but nobody is quite special when you are with the one you love. Placing my hands on either side of Robyn, holding the barrier and pressing myself against Robyn “that is something so beautiful” Robyn is so mesmerised by the sunset but I am mesmerised by her “I think this is one of my goals, to do this with someone I care deeply for and I have” pressing a kiss to Robyn’ cheek “and I am glad that we did this together, you’re such a romantic at heart” Robyn looked at me grinning “it’s you, you put me under some spell. I am happy you came here with me but I am going to miss you” I understand that feeling already, I don’t want to leave.

Getting comfy in Robyn’ car again “I like this car” I really do “shut up, don’t lie to me like that. I seen that car you drive, I seen all those luxury cars, look at my Nissan. Don’t do it” shaking my head laughing “why you being like that? This is a nice car, it drives does it not?” she thinks shit like this is below me “but I know you’re used to that luxury, I mean my dad has an Audi. He has a nice car, he got me this as my first car. I could get another but no, this is my baby” Robyn held onto my hand “you know I appreciate you driving out here for me, I know it’s a long drive for you to do this. You dropping me off at the airport tomorrow though?” Robyn scoffed rolling her eyes at me playfully “playing, I will drop you off but like how will this work now. You’re busy, I am busy. I really didn’t want a man busy as me, then I just feel like we will never see each other and it will make it worse because you know. I love you and I feel like it’s still early times for us and we still need to speak time together” she is so adorable “I will quit it for you, I will travel to you” Robyn cooed out “I want you to be happy, I know your family stress you out and leaving may just trigger things. I don’t want to ruin that, there is something between you and your family and I don’t want to add to your stress, that is not what I want for you. Maurice I care for you, I care for your mentality and also your soul. So we will come to something together, where you are free and also me” I want to cry, honestly because she is so caring towards me “you got me choked up here” clearing my throat.

Intertwining my fingers between Robyn’ “you already know my family wack and you ain’t even met them yet, it ain’t a good thing at all. There is a lot of things money can buy, but it can’t buy you happiness and that’s on everything, it can get rid of your bills, your debt. It can even buy you pussy, drugs, cars, friends but it can’t bring you happiness and anyone with money can tell you that, they ain’t happy. Nobody is, they get sucked into this reality and they don’t know what is real. I am a good guy, I grew up different. I had it there, I have Shawn and he rides for me. He helps me, but that’s it. I don’t have anyone real, I can’t trust a single soul. Everyone is forever wanting to undertake you, I was on drugs, I was so fucked up but ok my dad dragged me out of it, he helped me but he threw me into a another situation. I am grateful for him helping me, I would wake up in in different countries, different people, different lines to snort off. My dad was like I am done with you, cut everything off. I am his eldest in his eyes, I am the one to take this all on and I was slipping. He got me back but I ain’t going to lie and say this shit is lonely, nobody cares to mention how are you feeling. Only thing I get asked, where was you? Why you not at that meetings, why is the money not coming in. Nobody cares, for you to care, for you to just say it. I just want to cry, I would drop it for you. I want you to be a surgeon, I want you to succeed and I wouldn’t want to get in the way of that either. I have some shit I need to do and tie up but I would drop it all for you” Robyn is pouting at me, I know she don’t like hearing it “I don’t like to know you took drugs like that, especially when you’re a good hearted person. I see the good in you shining through to me, I really can’t believe you was doing that kind of thing but I am guessing money is just there for you. When you don’t have love at home you go elsewhere, you seek love somewhere else and when you don’t find it you feel lonely, the only way to stop it is by filling that void. I get it though, this is why I am always here for you” bringing her hand over to me, pressing a kiss to the back of her hand “this is why I want to long term be at home for you, our home. I don’t want it to be like you said, if we have kids. You want me there, I want that. We going to have to plan but right now, I can hear the bed calling. You and I” I am going to have my last night inside her “I know, I want to sleep too” she assumes she is going to sleep.

[adeadratiswatching]

Tell us about your extremely vivid dreams.

Ok this is gonna be an extremely long post, but boy do i got some extremely vivid albeit fucked up dreams. This will just consist of like 2 because they are... Intense.

Note: i'm never myself in my dreams, nor is anyone else for that matter

1: ok this one legit had my family thinking i was being haunted by a demonic being, and the reason i don't talk about dreams to people that often.

Ok so to get the setting whoever i was, lived in an apartment building or whatever with their parents. (clearly not mine) if i had to give an age to who i was i was 16 and i believe a girl with curly shoulder length brown hair.

So to get this started the building was rather secluded, existing outside a forested area, with a winding countryish road that was just visible through the trees from my window. Our apartment was up on the 4th or 5th floor. High up. How this inevitably started was ironically me waking up from a dream in the middle of the night. It left me cold and confused so i sat up in bed a bit. In doing so i noticed a weird sensation, like i was being watched. It felt.. Wrong. So instinctively i looked out the window to see this.. Thing. That's the best way i can describe it. It was TALL and bipedal. This thing reached the height of my window. Like it was intense. It was almost humanoid, but long. Take human, turn them greyish dying color and stretch them out, thats the best way i can describe this thing. I remember it slowly walking away out of sight of the old fashioned light post we had outside and into the forested area. That being said i wasn't exactly afraid of it, which is something some normal person would be i'm sure, but nope. So i remember being a bit confused and like "wtf" knowing damn well this thing had an aura of unspeakable evil. So i went into my parents room, woke them up briefly, not saying much, just making sure they remembered the weird act, before going to get some water and going back to sleep. I'm not sure how much time passed, but..enough. I woke up again, same feeling. I sat up and looked out the window. There it was, but this time it was directly staring into my window with this gaunt face. I was.. Taken off guard by this, but more interested in it. It then turned and walked away, same as before but in the opposite direction. I continued to stare out the window, before noticing the most ungodly frightening thing in the reflection of the glass. It was in my room.

(I doodled this when asked what it looked like. Will draw something better later)

I turned around immediately, to see nothing. So like the totally rational human being i am without hesitation i simply go back to sleep, but before i do i remember muttering something about not caring it was there, just that it didn't need to murder my family. Time passes, i see it again and again. I now have full out one sided conversations with it. I remember legit getting so annoyed by it, i started purposefully misgendering it because it wanted me to form a cult following but it wasn't participating enough in doing so, so i said that since i'm the one doing all the work i get to decide what i tell people and it had no say in the matter. I was going to refer to it as our queen if it didn't participate in helping form this cult and thats all there is to it. It wasn't impressed. (Note at some point in this dream i remember yelling "HI SATAN!!" at it)

And to wrap this up because this damn dream could be a novel like all my other dreams, the story went on and while planning a cult with this thing, i did more research and this woman was murdered and burried in the forest behind the house and she cursed the land that if her grave was not kept and people didn't worship her she'd come back and exact revenge. Which was apparently via a demon (that was too lazy to fucking help out with its evil plans. Fuck you Satan, its a team project.) Eventually it was dealt with, but i don't think i will ever forget this dream.

2: if that last one was wild, this one is 10x worse... Aka when i lived an entire life in my dream.

Ok so this is probably going to be the longest one, but it starts off when whoever i was was legit 4 or 5

When i was 4, i lived in a decent sized house with my mother, my older brother, my father and my baby brother. Pretty average life. Well... Not for long. You see, i believe she was the sister on my Mom's side, but my aunt more or less. She and her husband were.. Uh.. Insane to put it lightly. Point is, one day it all fell apart. They murdered the rest of the family. Killed my baby brother first, stabbed him multiple times, slit my mother's throat, dismembered my father and older brother. It was graphic. to make things worse she was obsessed with me. They sat all the bodies up around the table like a family eating together in a morbid painting of crimson and flesh. They killed everyone but me. They kept me. Held me hostage, but kept me in the house, took care of me. We ate at the dinner table with the corpses. She would tell me about the world and her delusions, how this all was only temperary and how my family will be greatful with me as "queen" the thing that was constantly enforced and repeated was the notion that i was the saviour of the world and they all were the sacrifices and that 11 must be reborn. The crazed psychos kept me, and mock parented me for 1 whole week before the police got through. The husband was shot and killed, but the wife, my aunt was arrested.

I spent years of my life getting therapy, before finally being placed in a foster home. I hated everything that happened, and couldn't trust anyone. I had so much issue coming to terms with my family's death. That woman and her husband murdered my family in front of me and used them like puppets to get across their sick and delusional beliefs. The hardest part was learning they had just come from torturing and killing my grandparents. Her own parents. Her mother and father, before coming to murder her sister and her kids. It was.. Unforgettable to say the least.

I was placed in a home, another apartment. With my adopted mother, her mother, and her Son who was about 2 years older than me. They were nice, they cared and i honestly liked them. They took their time to get to know me and what i was ok with and for that i i loved them. But the only one i truely felt close to was my adopted brother. I told him more about me and what happened than i ever did my therapists. He genuinely cared in the most down to earth way possible. I felt safe around him, which isn't something i've felt in a long time. We would talk endlessly about life and he made trying to fit back into society a bit easier.

Me and the brother, i think his name was something along the lines of Damien or Darren or something. I'll go with Damien because i have a feeling that was it. Well me and Damien would often explore the apartment and streets near by to find places we could hide and talk. (Our favorite place was in the closet of the communal laundry room that we figured out the passcode to and would often sit on the shelves and talk for hours whether it be school, or work, or friends. We'd talk.) The rest of the family was ok with this as well, they didn't mind that i put my trust in him instead of a parent figure. They were ok with us keeping our secrets, which made me open up more.

About 2 years into living with them and getting to know them, someone moves in down the hall. Much to my horror, when they come by to meet the neighbors i recognize the voice. Its the same voice from when i was a child, the one who'd whisper sweet nothings about death in my ear, the same voice who's honey words mocked the ones she'd killed. Preached worlds beyond ours and a ritual to rise a new one. 11 souls bound. We made 11. My Grandmother, my grandfather, my brothers and parents, her husband and now us. We made 11. I remember not being able to speak, listening to her talk to my adopted mother. It was so... Disgustingly innocent sounding. She didn't look much like what i remembered but the voice remained. I wouldn't talk. Not to them, not to anyone.. Well.. Except one Damien. I remember us locking ourselves in his bedroom and me spewing out every last frazzled thought about it. About the neighbor. He didn't believe me at first, but once i had calmed he believed me a bit more. Said we should tell our mother. I was reluctant but he convinced me. That night was... A lot. They didn't exactly believe me because my aunt was still in prison, but none the less we kept our distance.

About 2 weeks in, my adopted mother had answered the phone while i had been out with Damien. It was a step to confirming our fear. She was missing. No one knew how she got out, but there was a potential she was after me. I remember getting home with Damien and having her politely tell us to pack our things because we needed to leave. Neither of us questioned it. It merely confirmed the fears. We headed to our room and packed, but froze when we heard our mother scream, the sound was chilling. We heard her run to the phone to call the police but there was a second set of footsteps, louder and faster than the old woman that lived with us. We knew. It didn't take a psychic to realize she'd broken in.

Damien and i froze, bickering when we heard the commotion. It took a bit of convincing but i made him leave to go get help. He encouraged me to go as well, but i said no, we needed to know where she was at all timed and she wouldn't kill me.

He left and i distracted her, fearing every second i spent with her. She'd killed 2 more people i cared about. 2. I grabbed a knife to defend myself and some wire so i could tie her up if i managed to subdue her. She went on about how it was almost time for my awakening, and that this will be the greatest moments in my life. It quickly became a blur as i ducked into my room. And she started cutting chunks out of the door with a large knife. I screamed for her to leave me alone, but she wouldn't stop, why would she? Eventually i fell quiet, sneaking out the same way Damien did, and sure enough to my dismay Damien had come back and dragged me into the closet with him to keep me quiet. He murmured that we both had to go now. Right. Now. I begrudgingly agreed, but by then she'd noticed us and had came for the closet. He bashed the door open, knocking her down and shoved me out and we ran. I thought. I made it halfway down the hall before realizing he wasn't with me. I couldn't leave him. Couldn't lose him. I turned around and rand back in, tackling her. She'd stabbed his leg and he'd gone down and she had been suffocating him. The entire thing became a mess. We were all cut and bleeding but in the end she killed my brother and i lost it. I took the wire i had and wrapped it around her throat as she went to pull the knife from his body. I pulled, god did i pull. Only when her head was only half on did i let go. I was covered in blood and lost everyone i loved. Again. I had no tears now. It was too late for that. I remember getting up, drenched in blood and going to the phone. I dialed 911 and locked myself in my room. I answered the questions asked, but.. It felt wrong. There.. The phone shouldn't work. The cord was literally cut. It was an old landline. Who was talking to me? I froze as i noticed a shadow come from under my door and heard this voice. This demonic voice mumble "its time darling" and i could see the floppy headed corpse of my aunt and i realized i was fucked. Without hesitation i threw myself out the window from the 7th floor.

I got up. I knew i shouldn't have been able to survive that, but i did... Only thing was, when i got up. It wasn't my street anymore. Wasn't my city, and dare i say it wasn't even my world. The dream didn't end there, no. That would be too simple. We have to live out this woman's wish, but that. That's for another story.

[changbeanie]

scared to be lonely || lee minho

genre: fluff, angst, high school au

word count: 1,893

pairings: reader x minho

summary: High school was a complete hellhole for many reasons: your emotionally unstable mom, the ruthless bullies, and obnoxious jerks. However, there’s this one guy who puzzles you. Is he really as cold and heartless as everyone claims he is?

“I hate this place,” you complain to Woojin, “I hate this place so much and the people here.”

“Tell me about it. I have a project with the football jock, and I am not looking forward to it. Watch me do one hundred percent of the work,” he sighed.

“On the bright side, you’ll ace the project. His pea-sized brain can’t possibly do Calculus,” you smirked, scribbling down some notes onto your notebook.

He acknowledged your comment, “Good point.”

You didn’t hate high school. You just hated this particular high school because everyone didn’t understand the concept of empathy. It’s like they were lacking a chunk of humanity. In other words, Woojin was your only friend. 

Suddenly, you felt something hit the bottom of your shoe. You bent down to pick up the pen, but a hand accidentally brushed yours. You looked up and made quick eye contact with Minho. Swiftly, you pulled your hand back, and he proceeded to pick up the pen that he dropped. Sitting back in your desk, you looked over to his desk, and he was doodling something on his notebook. 

Minho felt someone staring attentively at his notebook, so he glanced up. Quickly, you turned your head to face the whiteboard, your heart beating at an abnormal pace.

Phew, that was close.

~

“Mom, are you okay?” you asked her, holding her hair back as she threw up in the toilet. You patted her back softly.

“No,” she mumbled, hurling forward while holding onto the toilet seat.

You sighed, “Mom. I told you not to drink this much. This isn’t the first time. It’s been legit the third time this week. When are you going to stop? When dad comes back? Well he isn’t, because he’s dead.” 

Your mom gripped your arm tightly, her nails piercing your skin, “Don’t talk about your dad. Go do your homework, I’ll be fine on my own.” 

You talked back, “No. Obviously I can’t leave you alone because I’m practically the adult in this household. Please get it together and act your age. I’m sure dad doesn’t want to see you like this.” Your mom softened at the mention of your dad.

“Y/n, I don’t know. I just feel so empty without him,” she sobbed, crying into your embrace.

You patted her head softly, wrapping your arms around her trembling form, “I know mom, but I promise you, it’ll get better. He’s watching over us, you know? Like he appears in the littlest forms such as stars and ladybugs and other small creatures. He’s constantly watching us as if he never left.” Your eyes teared up, but you couldn’t break down in front of your mom. She needed you right now.

Your mom rubbed the sides of your arms softly, “We’ll get through this together.”

You leaned your head on her, rocking her slowly until she stopped crying.

~

“You look like shit,” Woojin said.

“I feel like shit. I stayed up late trying to calm my mom down. You see these bags? Sooner or later I’ll become a panda,” you showed him the heavy bags under your eyes from the lack of sleep.

Woojin shoved your head away playfully, “You’re about to get more bags. The annual Lit project is coming up, and I heard the teacher was assigning the partners this year. Therefore, you can’t rely on me to get the project done.”

“Ugh. Watch me get someone from the popular crowd. I’m gonna have to act all fake and nice. I don’t do either of those personas well,” you grumbled.

You walked in the classroom lazily and sat down on your desk, taking your notes out like a diligent student. You looked to your left and saw Minho with his head down.

I wonder what’s going on in his mind. 

“Class,” the teacher interrupted your thoughts, “As you know, the annual Literature project is coming up. I’ll be assigning the each of you topics as well as partners.”

You mentally groaned. You prayed you’d get either Woojin or some smart person in the class.

“First off, Y/n and Minho. The both of you will be doing your project on Greek mythology.”

Minho? Seriously? What am I gonna do? I’ve never even spoken a word to him.

~

You stopped Minho after class, “So, uh, when are we gonna work on this project?”

Minho stared at you coldly, “Meet me at the library after school.”

“Yeah sure,” you said as he brushed past you.

Woojin rubbed his shoulders and shivered, “He’s cold, yet charismatic, very your style. You might accidentally fall for him Y/n.”

“Shut up,” you smacked your friend lightly.

~

You took out your laptop and set it on your table. Minho checked out a bunch of books and set them next to you.

“Are those for the project?”

“No, they’re for pure entertainment,” he deadpanned. 

You rolled your eyes at him, “Thanks for all your help.”

He took a seat next to you and began scanning the books in complete silence.

“So um, do you want the project to be about the gods and goddesses in Greek mythology or the epic heroes,” you broke the silence.

Minho scoffed, “The epic heroes are a bunch of idiots. We’re doing the Greek deities.”

You lean your head on your hand, “Why do you say that?” You stared at his features, softly illuminated by the lamp on the table. The shadows made his facial features stand out more, and you caught yourself staring.

He glanced up at you, “Haven’t you read any of the books assigned to us in class?”

You sat up straight, “Wait you actually read what he assigns? I usually just search up summaries to prepare myself for the test.”

He looked unimpressed, “You’re an idiot Y/n, and stop staring at me. It’s making me uncomfortable.”

You glared at him, “I wasn’t staring. It’s polite to look at the other person when having a conversation.”

Minho tapped the book in front of him, “We’re not here to have a conversation. We’re here to work on the project if you haven’t noticed.”

He’s so mean. I want to throw a book at him right now.

~

The sky outside the window had turned dark, and only the two of you were left in the library. You raised your hands above your head and cracked your back. Minho was still typing his part of the power-point on your laptop. After hours of work, the two of you were only done with a fourth of the entire project.

“Hey, I think that’s enough for today. We did a lot,” you said, stacking the books scattered around the table.

“Hold up, I want to finish this slide first. Give me five minutes,” he replied, shifting his attention back to your screen.

You never noticed how hard working Minho was. From an outsider’s perspective, he was quiet and cold. He only gave short responses, and he really didn’t give a crap about anything. Seeing this side of him really opened up your understanding towards him. 

Your phone buzzed.

Minho looked at you, “Aren’t you gonna get that?”

You declined the call, “Naw, it’s just my mom. She’s probably just gonna cry to me again.”

He looked at you weirdly, but continued typing on your laptop.

Your phone buzzed again.

“You should really take it. It’s distracting me,” he said gruffly.

You answered, “Mom, I’m at the library. I’ll be b-”

“Is this her daughter?” the person on the other side of the phone said.

You replied cautiously, “Yes? What’s going on? Who is this?”

Minho looked up again and stopped typing.

The other person replied, “Y/n, your mother is in the hospital. She passed out at work today. Please report to the emergency room as quickly as you can.”

You hung up and quickly packed your belongings in your backpack.

Closing you laptop screen, you told Minho frantically, “My mom’s in the hospital. I have to go. We’ll work on this tomorrow.”

“Wait,” Minho grabbed you arm, “I’ll go with you.”

“No, I don’t need your pity,” you shrugged his arm off.

He swung his backpack on his shoulder, “It’s not pity. Let’s go. Like you said, your mom is in the hospital.” Minho grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the library.

~

You sat outside the emergency room, head in your hands. Apparently, your mom’s liver was damaged due to excessive drinking. You warned her many times, and you were sick and tired of her excuses. Every single time something bad happened to her, you would have to face the consequences. At times like this, you had no one to rely on.

“Here’s a coffee. Drink it,” Minho handed you a can of coffee from the vending machine.

“I’m fine.”

Minho took your hand and placed the can there, “You don’t look fine.” He sat down next to you.

“Why are you so nice to me?” you mumbled.

Minho looked in your eyes, red from crying, “Because I know what you’re going through.”

You stared at the ceiling and scoffed, trying to hold your tears back, “That’s what they all say.”

“Whenever my dad got drunk, he would abuse me. He would lock me in my room and blame me for making my mom divorce him. Then the next day, he would hug me, and tell me he was sorry. Until one day, he couldn’t take it anymore,” he explained to you softly.

“He couldn’t take the pain anymore because seeing me was a reminder of my mom. I haven’t seen my dad since. So yes, I know how it feels to be alone,” he finished, opening his can of coffee and taking a sip.

Unconsciously, tears were flowing down your face. You sniffled and wiped them away harshly, turning the other direction. 

“Why are you crying?” he softened, turning you around to face him. 

You held your tears back as you tried to speak, “Because I never thought I’d find someone who understood me. It’s so lonely here. Whenever my mom’s in such a miserable state, I feel vulnerable. As much as I want to cry and let all the frustration out, I can’t. I have to hold it in and stay strong for my mom to lean on. But you, you have it far worse than me. How do you do it?”

Minho smiled. 

The first time you’ve ever seen him smile. It was beautiful.

“I don’t know. After a while, it just all becomes a blur, like a numbing feeling,” he said.

You stared at the boy in front of you. Although a shit ton of things happened in the short eighteen years of his life, he had pulled through everything. You felt grateful you had found someone who truly understood the way you were feeling. The feelings of loneliness, hatred, and regret.

“Stop staring at me, it’s making me uncomfortable,” he joked.

You wiped your tears away and laughed, “Shut up Minho.”

He leaned closer and wiped your tears away with the sleeve of his hoodie, “Stop crying. You’ll look like shit tomorrow.”

You huffed, “I already look like shit. It shouldn’t matter.”

“I think you look prettier when you’re not crying,” he bore into your eyes.

You blinked, “What? What did you say?”

“Nothing,” he smiled cheekily.

There it was. His smile. The most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen.