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[grntaire]

i’m going to the dentist tomorrow and im going to be sooooo brave about it

[leyavo]

| I am my father's daughter |

💖 Dad!Price x Daughter!reader

PART TWO: Agreeing to let Toff check you over, you make the decision of whether not you want to stay with your dad or just take off, which would be so much easier.

TW: Hurt/angst/mentions of abuse/comfort/ complicated father-daughter relationship/some TF141 too.

🔈Readers view of John is different, he’s come and gone in her life etc so she thinks he’s not that great. So don’t send me hate

[Part one] [Series masterlist] 3026words

Toff lived up to her nickname, no letters dropped at the end of her words like the team your dad had around him. No she was posh, well spoken and had the accent of someone that came from old money.

The gold designer watch on her wrist and the rock of an engagement ring, also telling enough. Her fingers prodded the yellowing bruise on your rib cage, the rock dazzling under the light, blinding you each time she moved.

She doesn't fit in, too put together compared to the likes of your father. He's still wearing some sort of hat, whether its the ridiculous army bucket hat or a snug knitted fisherman one, if he's not it's stuffed in his back pocket. You're convinced he's still got the same Levi jeans, a few added scrapes and as he says, they wear well. There's an array of plaid and flannel shirts in varying colours hanging in his wardrobe, like another uniform he wears on his downtime instead of his camo gear.

Your dad had slipped that she went to some prestigious medical school before working in the military. Not that it mattered it to you, you'd see a vet if it meant they wouldn't talk to your dad.

Thankfully she made your dad wait in the hall, her office door shut as she assessed you. If you got this over with, you could leave and not have to speak of it ever again. You could just imagine him pacing the hallway, halting to greet the soldiers calling him captain and then resuming his pacing.

Being the Captain’s daughter also meant you had a shared family health plan with him. One you’d never heard of before. He did use to remind you to go for dental and medical check ups, but moving around when you were younger made it difficult. Your mother reluctant to fill out forms to sign you up to a new doctor’s surgery because she wasn’t sure if the new home was long term. Shocker, they never were.

"You won't, uh tell my dad?" You asked as you rolled the layers of clothing back down.

Toff tipped your chin up with her finger, "all patient records are confidential, even if your dad's Captain Price." She pushed her chair back wheeling it to the desk and picking up a pair of tweezers, sliding back to you.

She peered over her thick framed glasses at you, turning your face side to side inspecting the gash above your brow. The metal of the tweezer cool against your skin, she prodded the tape drawing back with a nod of satisfaction.

"Soap patched you up well," Toff said handing you a plastic cup of water and some painkillers.

"Sorry, what," you blurted out, choking on the water.

Humming Toff nodded, "he's good with light touch, probably why your dad got him to fix you up whilst you were out cold." She managed to get hold of some of your medical records, which she requested last night. No doubt your dad had called as soon as you fell asleep in the car and asked her for a favour.

You muttered a string of curse words under your breath, did the whole bloody army base know what happened last night? Toff was too busy reading your record, brows scrunching as she double clicked the mouse.

"You broke your wrist six years ago, but never had surgery," she said, turning the computer screen for you to see the x-ray. "The follow up on here, shows your bone moved during it was in a cast, but your guardian refused surgery." Her pen circling the area of the screen for you.

"We were moving and it felt fine," you shrugged, looking down at your wrist. You wondered if your dad knew about that one.

"Does it bother you now?" Toff said, returning to you and picking up your right wrist, pushing your sleeve up. "Huh, there's a lump there, does that hurt? Any regular pain? Does it restrict you from doing certain things, this is your dominant hand?" Her hazel eyes snapped up to yours as you snatched your wrist back and shoved the sleeve back down.

All of her questions spun around in your head, you hadn't even thought about the pain when there was other things to worry about.

Toff stood from her chair, palms raised as if you were going to bolt out of the room, you wanted to.

"Sorry, didn't mean to pry. Is that all you need me to take a look at?"

"Yes, thanks,” you snapped, flinging your hoody back on and zipping it up.

You're ready to bid your dad goodbye and never look back, but as you swung the door open you crashed into the back of someone else.

Soap's light touch kept you upright, you're trying not to think of him patching you up whilst you slept. The thought alone making you feel pathetic, small in his presence. Like you can't even look after yourself.

“Captain got called in,” Soap said, as if that’s supposed to mean anything to you. You’re used to him coming and going, more focused on his job than you.

More interested in his team, how he so easily referred to Soap as son. You haven’t even been there for a day and he’s found another family, leaving you to feel like a spare part. You want to hate Soap, but you don’t know him. Don’t know your dad the way they do.

The walls began to press in and you took off down the narrow corridor, your sight on the world outside. You needed fresh air, needed to catch your breath and not fall apart in front of Soap.

"Hey, woah," Soap called after you, his boots stomping as he tried to catch up. "dammit slow down would ya, like a fuckin’ greyhound."

You forced the door open with a bit too much force and they slammed against the stairs railing as you rushed down the steps.

"I am not a dog!" You spun around, jabbing his chest with your finger. The cool air swept your hair across your face, drawing a deep breath from you. You watched Soap's chest rise and fall as if he was coaching your breathing.

He tucked the curtain of hair shielding your eyes behind your ear, "feel better now?"

“I’d feel a whole lot better if you signed me out right now.” You raised your brow, wincing at the tape pulling it tight.

Soap shook his head, falling into step beside you. He waved, signalling for the guard to let you both through the gate back into the residential area “Your dad’s a good man, why don’t you give him a chance?”

“Because I’m not a soldier, he had his chance six years ago.” The three years he didn’t reach out, didn’t bother checking in on you. Only to find out he had another kid, another family.

You didn’t miss the tic of his jaw or the gulp he took. All the little signs you looked for when you said the wrong thing, you were good at noticing the change in people. Knew how even the nicest ones could change like a flick of a switch.

Soap leant down, face close to yours that you could feel his hot breath fanning the curve of your nose. “Look, if you’re only here to piss off your dad, I’ll sign you out right now. Hell I’ll even take the blame for you leaving, just don’t go asking him about six years ago.”

“Got it,” you said, voice low but good enough for him to hear. The tension in your body kept you in place, breath trembling as he backed off and started walking ahead.

You trailed after him, keeping your distance incase he turned around again. The beating of your heart drummed against your chest, palms sweating as you balled them up inside your pockets.

Why were you so pathetic when confronted? You could just hear your dad’s voice in the back of your head telling you to knee him in the groin. Take up some space so they can’t take all of yours.

Space, exactly what you needed after being stuck in house with a team of men. You slipped through the front door, not glancing at Soap as you rushed to the safety of your dad’s room.

Shutting the door, you pressed your back against the wood panel. The lock sliding into place, your body slumping to the floor and arms wrapping around your legs as you brought them into your chest.

Your small area of safety calming you. After a moment of silence, you picked yourself up and climbed under the duvet. The memory foam mattress too hard on your back that you flipped over on your stomach, closing your eyes.

-

The constant buzzing of your phone drew you out of your sleep, your eyes heavy as you squinted at the window. You don't know why your dad opened the blinds, the sun making it harder for you to focus. His half of the bed smooth and tucked underneath the mattress, not a crease in sight till you tugged the duvet.

Numb tingles danced across your upper back, you groaned into your pillow and attempted to roll your shoulder. Searing pain stopping you before you could rise from the bed.

Eying the alarm clock, you stumbled out of the room and down the hallway to the bathroom. You're glad the others are training this afternoon and you can sort this out yourself. It can't be that bad.

You pulled your hoody over your head, wincing at the pull of your arm stretching the skin across your shoulder blade.

Peering over your shoulder, you looked at your reflection in the mirror and your fingers pressing into the red skin. A weeping wound oozed yellow pus just right of your back below your neck. You'd forgotten about the graze, too distracted by Toff questioning your broken wrist.

You added a little more pressure and clutched the edge of the sink, black dots lining your vision. You heard the thud before you felt your body fall to the floor.

Sweat ran down your forehead, the cool tiles beneath you a welcome addition against the heat of your skin. Since when were you so hot? your breaths quickened as you tried to focus on your phone across the bathroom. Your hand aching to reach for it.

Maybe if you just rested for a little.

John couldn't wait to sit outside and have a cigar. The day had knocked him, your call in the early hours of the morning throwing him off track and his duties as a captain, a father. He hated how he got called away whilst he waited for Toff to check you over, hoping to catch you before you went on another stroll around the base to get away from his questioning.

He pulled his boots off and added them to the shoes lined up by the door, the living room and kitchen were clear. The mumbled tones of his teammates drew his attention to the hallway. He dragged a hand down his face, hoping he wouldn't have to readjust yet another bathroom schedule.

John joined the guys huddled by the closed bathroom door, looking around Soap for a clue of what the hell they were doing. "I mean we could shimmy the door open, pop it out of the frame with a bit of force," Ghost said, his calloused hand tracing the wood.

They’re all covered in sweat from their training session. Thinking they’d revert back to their bathroom schedules like normal, but they’re locked out. Only the new recruits use the communal showers.

"I don't think kickin’ the door in, is gonna make the lass feel safe." Soap said, arm shooting across the guys before they could move. The warped door's been wreaking havoc since they were assigned the house, but they haven't been bothered about taking it off and shaving it down or replacing the temperamental lock. That or wait on the long list of maintenance services.

“What the hell are you boneheads going on about?” John grumbled, their heads snapping towards him as they finally realised he was there. He glanced to the lock picking device in Ghost’s hand and the dagger wedged into the crack of the door.

“The doors locked, she was talking a second ago…” Gaz winced as the captain’s fist banged against the door shaking the whole wall.

John held his hand over his shoulder silencing them all behind him, his head titling as he tried to listen for any movement. Another knock on the door, "hey kiddo, you alright in there? If you can hear me give me something, anything."

A light tap bounced back, the tension in the captains shoulders easing at the sound.

"Can't kick the door in, there ain’t enough room in there for it to fall. Could hurt her," Gaz said, he yanked the dagger out of the door and shoved it back into Soap's hand.

"Could take the window out and go in that way." Ghost added, as if they were planning to scale a building and ambush a rogue team.

Their mumbled voices merged together in the cramped hallway.

"Window it is."

Gaz volunteered to climb through the second floor window and break the lock from the inside. John holding his breath as he waited on the other side, his chest stung at the sight of you in Gaz's arms. The ringing in his ear and the hands pushing him forwards kept him in tow behind Gaz. You were so pale, words slurred and hand dropping over his arm like a dead weight.

John was no stranger to the infirmary, he'd been sat either at someone's bedside or the unconscious one receiving aid. What he wasn't used to though, was his daughter strung up with an IV and sleeping off the medication Toff had given her.

Nurses flitted back and forth from the bed, herding John to the side as they assessed you. Gaz and Soap had gone back to the house to sleep, Ghost fixed the door and the lock and stopped by to give the captain a strong flask of coffee leaving straight after.

The constant questions, ones he didn't know since he'd never been asked before. How could he not know if you were allergic to anything or if there were any underlying health issues? It hadn't even been two days since you'd come back into his life and he didn't know you at all.

Hours had passed since Gaz had carried you through the house and to the infirmary. Your skin pale and clammy, hair sticking to your forehead. He'd never seen you like that, lost for words as he trailed after them.

The marks of another man's grasp circled your bicep, green bruise fading, but visible as you laid in the bed. John thought the split lip and gashes on your head and brow were bad, the wound on your back much worse. Couldn't understand how you carried the pain so well, as if you'd mastered putting up with it. That scared him.

He nodded to the nurse as she finished her shift, the clipboard at the end of your bed falling to the floor. He picked it up flicking through the pages and shuffling them back into the file. His hands hesitating as he read your name, Marston not Price. Was he that detached from your life that you'd dropped his last name? He'd even put his surname for you when he'd signed you into the base and you hadn't said anything when you looked at the visitor pass.

A hand smoothed across his back, chair scraping along the floor beside him. “Lucky girl, Cap. Mild case of sepsis, good that you caught on to it early and brought her in," Toff said, she leant her elbows on her knees and ducked her head to catch John's gaze.

He couldn't glance at her though, his gaze on his hand on top of yours. "You were supposed to check her over," he snarled, more angry at himself for not paying enough attention than at Toff.

"She didn't show me the wound on her back, just some bruising and the marks on her face that were visible. If I'd have known John..." Her words cut off by John's hand patting her knee.

"How she looking?"

"You caught it in the early stages, could be a few days or a week or more. She'll need to be monitored here and make sure the infection has gone. A wound like that though with the placement, would have made it difficult for her to tend to herself." Toff flicked through the medical chart, eyes flitting to the heart monitor as she walked around the bed.

John didn't want to think about you alone, isolated from people that could help and care for you. How you lacked a family and friends to lean on during those times. His mind consumed with finding whoever did this to you. Ghost had already asked him if he wanted him to look into it.

Toff hooked up another bag of IV, silently bidding him goodbye and returning to her office over the other side of the infirmary. Door ajar incase she was needed.

A twitch of your finger tapped against John's, followed by the hurried beat of the heart monitor. You whimpered in to the pillow, rapid movement fluttering under your eyelids.

“You’re okay, kid. Just relax, your old man’s right here,” he said, adjusting your pillow and smoothing your hair out of the way.

“Captain,” you slurred, lazy smile tugging your lips. You struggled to keep your eyes open, but you clutched his pointer finger like you used to as a kid.

You’d called him Captain as a kid, your mother’s doing as she used to tell you stories about daddy becoming one, one day. Playing soldiers whenever he came home and he’d always let you be the captain, your little voice commanding him to play.

"I've got you kid, you're safe."

[PART THREE]

- thank you for all your lovely comments on the first part!! :) more parts to come soon! Hope you liked it - Leya

[macravishedbymactavish]

Christmas Miracles (Alex Keller x GN!Reader)

A contribution to The Holiday Writing Challenge, sorry I've been so MIA my dudes.

| Blog HQ | Modern Warfare 2019 / 2022 Masterlist |

TW for slight angst with a happy ending, Cat Dude!Alex with OC feline Neko

“It's Neko.” Your husband trailed off, grief saturating his tone. After a minute of loaded silence he continued. “The vet said she's in stage II kidney failure.”

Your jaw dropped at his words, hand covering your mouth as you listened to the soft whimpers on the other end. Comprehending how half his world just fell to pieces.

“She's fine though. She eats, drinks, follows us to the bathroom and screams at random.” You whispered, shocked by the news you just received. Your husband brought the cat in for a minor dental procedure, not to write out her final will and testament

A couple of small sniffles, “I know. They said she'll be ready to pick up in an hour or two.”

“I'll talk to my lead and pick you up. We'll go together.” You decided, sitting back in your chair. “It'll be okay, I love you.”

“Fuck I feel pathetic. I love you too.” Alex sighed, ending the call. Tears burned in the back of your eyes, knowing the undescribable bond between the two.

“I'm nervous.” He whispered, knee bouncing anxiously against yours. Eyes scanning the room as he waited for your names to be called.

“It'll be okay.” You mumbled, fingers slipping through his. Squeezing three times; silently forgiving him for not returning the gesture.

His eyes were red, and still swollen despite mostly calming down 20 minutes ago. The entire ride to the clinic was filled with apologies and wondering out loud if the staff will notice he was crying minutes prior.

“Hey you two, we're going to exam 3.” The tech walked over, gesturing for you to follow.

“So, before we bring Neko in we want to review the notes from the procedure and discharge paperwork.” She started, eyeing at your boyfriend who was staring mindlessly at the door. Unable to process any of what was said until he knew his feline soulmate was alright.

“Procedure went amazing, we didn't pull any teeth as the previous problem resolved.” The tech explained, showing you images of the x-rays and Neko's teeth. “We did notice on the pre-op labwork that she does have evidence of some kidney disease however.”

Your eyebrows raised unconsciously. Relief flooding your system. Disease isn't nearly as bad as failure.

Nudging Alex with your elbow, silently reminding him to be present in the conversation; you listened as the vet tech continued to explain the ranking of severity. Stage IV being failure.

Neko was stage II. Mild to moderate disease.

“So, to make sure we have it right. She doesn't have kidney failure. Her kidneys just aren't as effective as they used to be?” You asked, feeling Alex relax beside you. Letting out a loud sigh of relief when the tech left the room to grab his cat.

New tears brimmed in his eyes when the carrier was brought into the room. Irritated meows flooding the room, along with your husband's soft sob.

You listened to the dietary changes, recommended supplements and follow up appointments as Alex cooed at the small animal. Chuckling softly as she continued to berate him for leaving her here all day.

“Thank you, we'll call in the new year to book.” You smiled, waving at the staff before leaving the clinic. Rolling your eyes at your husband, who held the carrier up to his face. Apologizing to his feline friend, and explaining to her how awesome it is that she'll get so much more soft food now!

“It's a Christmas miracle.” Alex sighed happily on the drive home, one arm in the carrier. Scratching Neko's cheek as he smiled wide.

“It's a sign you need to brush up on your medical terminology.”

Taglist: @bloodonmyhands-1221 @bowtruckleninja @v1naco

Alex Keller Taglist: @glitterypirateduck @deadbranch @gcing-back-to-505

A/N: This is 100% based off my situation today, except I was Alex. I cried thinking my cat was in kidney failure.

Except it was my husband (Alex Keller at home) who has zero medical training who thought disease and failure were interchangeable. Leading me to pre-maturely mourn my feline soulmate.

[elizabethplaid]

The last few nights, I'd been feeling this weird sensation as I fell asleep. Last night, I figured out that I need to be squished - like all-over pressure or a big, long hug. And I realized that was a sort of anxiety attack, as I prepare for this upcoming week.

Thursday is another dental appointment - getting the other side of my incisors' fillings redone. I did very well last time, but I have to prepare myself for a few days for those, if I'm in bad shape. (I'm not in BAD-bad shape, but certainly not as well as I'd been a couple weeks ago.)

Saturday is the craft fair, and I'm allowed to prep my table on Friday. Thus, I'll be running around between the living room and my stashes upstairs, trying to find things. While I didn't find the shawl I wanted to sell, I did find the GODDAMN EYELASH YARN in orange. Y'know, the stuff I made such a fuss over during the summer?! Omfg, I knew I had more!

Idk if I'll get around to using the other novelty yarns that @sycamore sent me in 2014, so I've gathered a bag of "destash" yarn. Also found my childhood-buttons jar, so I'm going to stash that in my yarn bin downstairs.

When I've run around today, I started to feel like it might lead to barfing. It's def related to rushing and stress, maybe heart rate and breathing, too. I already felt anxious before doing that, so keeping up that pace sure wouldn't help. So I'm in the living room now, trying to calm down.

My sleep habits might be catching up with me, too. All the time I've stayed awake on cell phone games have turned into being unable to focus my eyes (due to fatigue) last night. I'm better now, and I've been contentedly sleepy. (Versus miserably sleepy. Very important distinction!)

Anyway, I have hope for things. Just a little rushed, as I gather stuff for the fair. I've already picked out new socks for my headphones (to cover the ear pieces, keep 'em from getting too sweaty). I've also told LL-J that I'm skipping library tomorrow (Tuesday), to better prepare myself.

I'm doing so well, despite the in-the-moment stress. And I know I'll be doing even better by next year. Next year, though, I'll make sure to start my pumpkins around April or March, so I have time for other projects.

[kimmysurveyblog]

35

Where were your parents born? Ontario, Canada.

Have you ever used public transportation to get to work? No.

Who in your family has the coolest job? Teacher. I think it would be a fun job.

Have you found your first gray hairs yet? Surprisingly, no.

What is your favorite food to put gravy on? Fries.

Do you know anyone from Canada? Most of the people I know are from Canada.

What's your opinion on astrology? I think it's silly but if it gives people joy and guidance, I'm happy for them.

Do you use TikTok? Yes.

Would you date an 18-year-old at the age you are now? Absolutely not.

Do you prefer to be friends with girls or boys? I don't have a preference.

Are you good at hiding your feelings? No.

Can you drive a stick shift? No.

Do you care if people talk badly about you? Sadly.

Are you going out of town soon? No.

Does anyone hate you? I don't think so.

Do you think you'll be married in 5 years? Probably, yes.

Think back 2 months ago; were you in a relationship? Yes.

What’s the best part about school? I miss the simplicity, the routine, the socialization.

Do you have any pictures on your Facebook? Lots of them.

Do you ever pass notes to your friends in school? I did not.

Don’t tell me lies, is the last person you texted attractive? My boyfriend, yes.

Do you have a good relationship with your parents? They're both passed away now sadly but I did with both. It makes missing them so fucking difficult.

How do you want to die? Old age.

When was your last physical fight? Never.

Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? No idea.

Ever made out in the bathroom? That sounds awful.

Are you scared of spiders? No, unless they're very large.

What is/are/were your best subject(s)? English.

Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? Yes.

Do you have trust issues? No.

Favourite food? Broccoli and bacon alfredo. I'm glad it's a pain in the ass to make or I'd have it much more often.

Do you believe everything happens for a reason? No.

Is cheating ever okay? No.

What makes you happy? My daughter, my boyfriend, Stardew Valley.

Is there anyone you would die for? My daughter and boyfriend.

What’s the best news you’ve gotten lately? I can't think of any.

^And, the worst? My mom died.

Do you like getting dressed up? I don't.

Would you be embarrassed to find out you snored loudly in public? I would not do that.

Are you reading any books at the moment? The Time Travellers Wife.

When was the last time you had a tick on you? Never.

Have you been to the Grand Canyon? No.

Do you like grapes or raisins better? Grapes.

What is the picture on the desktop on the computer you’re using? Wintery forest picture.

Have you ever experienced sleep paralysis? Yessss I get that sometimes and it sucks.

Do you believe in ghosts? Yes.

Would you ever stay overnight in a haunted house? Nooooo.

When was the last time you had an injection? What for? Dental freezing on Friday. I needed a filling.

Is there anything you cannot wait to be over? Yes. This grieving period. I'm just so tired of the aching, the longing, the crying, the breakdowns. I just want to get to the part where it only hurts sometimes and it's not so hard.

What was the last thing you had done at the dentist? Filling.

Does your best girlfriend have any talents that you don’t? She's amazing at sewing!

What color eyes does the last person you kissed have? Blue.

Did your parents ever read stories to you before bed? Every night as a kid, they both did.

What are you listening to? The sound of our aquarium filters and my daughter's white noise machine.

Do you like hickeys? I do not.

Do you hate the person you fell the hardest for? No.

Do you have any summer plans yet? Not really.

Has the last person you kissed ever seen you cry? Soooo many times.

Are most of your friends guys or girls? Both?

Who do you text the most? My boyfriend.

Would you get involved with someone if they had a child already? Yes.

Do you miss your last sweetie? No. That was so long ago!

Do you know anyone who is pregnant right now? Yes!

What’s your favorite alcoholic beverage? IPA beer.

Do you play any games on your phone? Pokemon Go.

Have you ever shaved your face? Yes.

What was the last vaccination you got? COVID, like 2 years ago.

Do you have a brother? Yup.

Would you ever have a bird as a pet? Yessss. I hope we get one someday.

Have you ever had to speak at a funeral? More than once, sadly.

When was the last time you saw your father? 16 years ago.

Any time when you need to search something on the Internet, which search engine do you use? Google.

Do you believe in saving your virginity for marriage or no? No.

When you open your web browser, what is your home page set to? Why did you select this? Google.

[whockeywhore]

Quick and Easy 4

The sheets stuck to my sweat-soaked back as I moved to sit up, exhaustion making it harder than it needed to be. Joe slung an arm over my waist and pulled me closer to his side with a quiet grunt.

"Joe, I-"

"Not yet."

"I have to pee."

He relented and let me go, rolling onto his back and tucking an arm behind his head. "Fine, go. But hurry back. I'm not done with you yet."

I turned my back to him and started towards the bathroom, making sure the door was shut before I let out the breath I'd been holding. He'd been relentless tonight, unwavering in the pursuit of pleasure for both of us while making me pay for torturing him at the gala. I couldn't help but grin as I took in my own reflection.

There had been an edge in his voice, an iciness that put me on edge until I caught him grinning in the cab on the way home. The elation and anticipation that had created knots in my stomach, he felt it too.

He laced his fingers in mine and led me towards the exit, stopping to run his hand down my back as we passed through the door. We settled into the backseat of the car and he kept his eyes on mine as I reached over to loosen his tie.

"You're mad at me."

He traced the line of my jaw before lifting my chin up gently. "Never."

I could taste wine on his lips when I kissed him and I moved closer to tuck myself against his side. His cologne filled the space between us and we rode in silence until the driver stopped in front of my building. Joe tipped the driver and slid out of the cab. I watched him straighten his tuxedo jacket before walking around to open my door for me. I thought back to when we first started spending time together and how firm he'd been on doing that, even going as far as shutting the door I'd opened myself just so he could do it for me.

The elevator ride to my apartment was silent other than small talk with my neighbor and a pit started to form in my stomach as we walked down the hall. He took keys out of his pocket and once again opened a door for me, following suit as I walked in and taking care to latch the deadbolt.

"Where'd you get that dress?"

"This? No idea." I reached into the fridge and grabbed two beers, twisting the cap off of both and handing him one. "I bought it like, ten years ago for a sorority formal."

He took a long sip and nodded before setting his drink on the counter and stepping towards me. "So you won't be mad if I do this?"

He spun me around and tore it open, breaking through the ribbon holding the bodice together as if it were a piece of dental floss. I held the now loose fabric close to my chest out of instinct as he brushed my hair to one side. His lips found my neck in a gentle kiss and I melted back into him. Adrenaline coursed through me as he leaned in, teeth grazing the cuff of my ear before he whispered quietly.

"Drop it."

"Make me." My voice was weaker than expected, shaky with anticipation, and he chuckled.

He crouched a bit to scoop me up in his arms before shifting to throw me over his shoulder. Butterflies stirred in my stomach and I couldn't help but giggle as he threw me onto the bed. I sat up and watched his eyes wander as my dress fell. He fumbled with his cufflinks for a long minute before letting out a sharp breath and holding one arm out to me.

"Help?"

"Sure," I crawled over to him and began to unfasten them. "Always happy to help take clothes off of you."

"Likewise."

He reached around my backside and found the proper zipper for the dress, pushing it down slowly and leaning in as he did so. His fingers brushed my bare skin and the air between us grew thick with tension. I quickly undid his bowtie and started on the buttons of his dress shirt.

He set his chin on my shoulder for a second before turning to kiss my neck. I held him in place with the tie and my head fell back, goose bumps raising on my skin with every touch of his lips.

It was so gentle, so sweet the way he pulled me close to his body. An overwhelming feeling took over for a brief moment when he lifted his head to look into my eyes.

"Joe..." He leaned in to kiss me, my toes curling as his tongue found mine. It was a kiss I felt all over and I began to ache for him. "Hmm, Joe?"

"Yeah?"

"Fuck me. Please?" There was a tinniness in my voice, a whine I didn't anticipate, and he cracked a grin as he recognized the desperation.

"I will baby, I promise. But I'm gonna make you work for it."

[joa-quin-phoe-nix-fan]

The Interview -Joaquin Phoenix FF

!TW! Emotional abuse, death mentioned, grief

The Interview

It was a very bad idea to drink the night before this interview. You knew it then and you also knew it as soon as you woke up that morning, so hungover you could barely distinguish your feet from your hands. “This is bad...” you mumble to yourself as you walk over to what you could only assume was your medicine cabinet, desperately trying to take some ibuprofen before the inevitable headache and nausea kicked in strong.

After a lot of fumbling and trying to shake pills out of a dental floss container for way too long you finally find the ibuprofen and take 2 with a swig of tap water. Then you walk over to your bedside table hoping that your last nights drunken self had remembered to put your phone there. ..you had remembered! Feeling a slight feeling of pride as your phone finally came into focus you turned it on. Although you had remembered to put your phone in the right place for once, you had sadly forgotten to plug it in. It wasn’t dead but you only had 15% left. “Ugh, I can relate...” you sighed as you plugged it in and looked at the time 9:45. Alright so- wait, 9:45?!? You only have 45 minutes to get to a place 30 minutes away by taxi, but that’s only if you somehow managed to immediately get a taxi as soon as you left your building. Which is practically impossible during tourist season. This means you only just have 15 minutes to get completely ready and, more importantly, get sober.

You do a strange mix of stumbling and running to your kitchen grabbing at anything to fill your stomach. You by some miracle manage to successfully make a (maybe slightly too full) bowl of milk and a cup of coffee. You chug the coffee, burning your tongue in the process and you cool it down by chugging your cereal. You look at your phone, 4 minutes have passed. You jump up off your chair and run blindly back to your bedroom stopping only to glance at your face in the mirror of your bathroom and cringe at the streaks of last nights makeup still on your face. Running into the bedroom you desperately look around for the outfit that you had prepared for today, you had kept it in the same spot for a week making sure that it wasn’t in the wash and unavailable to wear today. You look in the spot, now covered in underwear, a scarf and 3 unknown lipsticks probably exchanged in the womens restroom at the bar last night. Underneath it all...the deep green suit you had planned for today! Thank god!

You throw it on and run back to the bathroom, knocking over an array of furniture on the way, grabbing around for your makeup remover and a cotton pad. You desperately wipe at your eyes, not really caring if every bit is wiped off just wanting the giant streaks of sleep-covered makeup gone. You get most of it off, leaving only slight traces of eyeliner and mascara right in your lash-line and practically jump on your makeup bag, trying to check the time at the same time. Sadly your phone had run out of battery at some point while you were attacking your face. “Ah, fuck it!” you mutter as you just chuck it at your bag, thinking that you’ll just have to go without a phone today and that you’ll charge it later. With shaky hands you draw on your eyeliner as precisely as possible, at the end feeling proud that you only fucked it up twice and that they weren’t even that noticeable. You then run to the door, grabbing your bag, vaguely grabbing inside it to make sure you felt your money, your keys, your slightly crumpled resume and your dead phone and run out the door, hoping that there was a taxi just waiting out there. As expected, there wasn’t one. You have no choice but to wait. The minutes pass like hours until finally, just when you were about to give up and start running towards the nearest bus stop (which is 10 minutes away and is twice the journey time) a yellow taxi peeled around the corner at the highest speeds. You wave to it desperately and luckily it screeches to a stop. You climb in and almost yell the address at the driver, you didn’t want to be rude, you were just so desperate.

As soon as your body settled down in the back seat, you started to feel rather dizzy and like you were going to pass out. You try to breathe deep to calm yourself down but it just kinda makes you suddenly nauseous so you resolve to just looking out the window to distract yourself.

As you watch the people and cars zooming past you try to remember what your uncle told you when he said that he got you this interview. “The man who’s going to be interviewing you is named Joaquin Phoenix, you will address him as Mr. Phoenix. You need to tell him about your college, your high school, the two other jobs you’ve had, how long you’ve had them, the fact that you haven’t been fired or reprimanded in the 2 years that you have had those jobs. Don’t get too sappy or tell him about your possible eviction due to your now ex dropping financial support, that will probably just make him think that you’re making it all up because it all seems to sad and ridiculous to be true. He’ll think you’re just trying to work off of his sympathy and will probably not take it well.” You sigh, although you hated how strictly he said it, you knew it was true, and you need this job.

After you broke up with them, you lost everything. They had helped you with taxes, they helped move and put together all your furniture, they were there for you when your father passed away, in fact, they had been with you for the better part of four years. Losing that broke you, physically, mentally and financially. You weren’t mooching or anything, you had your two jobs to pay for most of the bills, and they had their job. They just always helped when you were a couple hundred short, one time even a whole thousand short. This happened practically every month, being a barista and waitress didn’t pay as much as you expected, but they never minded. They always payed the amount, but then they would guilt-trip you. Forcing you to do things that you didn’t want to do because of their false sense of you “owing them” due to how much time and money they had spent on you. Sometimes you weren’t in the mood to “mess around”, sometimes you were too socially anxious to go to a party, sometimes you were just busy with your two jobs to spend every second of your day with them, but they didn’t care. You owed them these things and if you said no, they would threaten to not help you pay next month, or guilt you by bringing up your dad’s death. Both hurt just as bad and they knew this. They wanted to make you get in trouble at work, by making you not go, so you’d lose your job and have to depend on them more but they never succeeded. Although they had manipulated you in so many other ways, they never affected your work ethic. You knew that you needed to be there every day and no matter how much they guilt-tripped you and sent you text after text, voicemail after voicemail, threat after threat, you stayed at work. Once you got home you would fight and fight and scream and cry, they would yell at you, then as soon as you yelled, made their voice calm and condescending, making you seem like you were crazy.

Sometimes, you would even believe it yourself, but 2 weeks, 14 hours and 25 minutes ago, you didn’t bend, you kicked them out and called your mother, uncle and oncle (the uncle on your mothers side was gay and married a french man that you called oncle because that’s uncle in French) and they stayed over that night, with you crying and sobbing, and with them supplying you with chocolate, vodka and no phone. Your mom kept your phone from you like she had done when you were a child, and you’re glad she did, you surely would’ve called them and gotten back together and gotten back to being manipulated.

Since then, your mother, uncle and oncle had been visiting you one by one, checking up on you, making sure you were doing alright. The first night that they hadn’t done this was last night, the night that you went out, got shitfaced, came home, got more shitfaced and destroyed the house. It was the worst night for them to not check up on you, but you didn’t blame them. It was getting old to them, or maybe they were busy, maybe they just thought you were already over it. You weren’t obviously.

You were so deep in thought that you barely heard the taxi driver say “we’re here.” He was patient but he definitely wanted to get paid sometime today so to grab your attention he raised his voice a tad “We’re here ma’am!” You snapped out of it and looked out the window, you were here. You blushed, embarrassed and hastily thanked the taxi driver, paid for the ride and ran out towards the tall silver building in to the left of the car. The quick jump from sitting to running, though, made you reel and you almost fell onto the pavement when you suddenly stopped in mid-air. It took a moment to realize that someone had grabbed you and held you up before you made your face a pavement-pancake. You looked up, it was a man with silver hair, he had a medium sized beard, quite close to his face, not clean-shaven but not a lumberjack beard. Somewhere between there. He wore a shirt, tie and zip-up sweater. Kinda strange but nice-looking. His eyes were a lovely bright green in the morning light but they were so light you at first thought that they were silver. He held you close, with genuine concern written all over his face. “Are you okay, Miss?” His voice was sweet and gravely, and you felt the vibration of his vocal cords run from his chest, through you like a warm shower, slow and comforting.

You had kinda zoned out for a second, and suddenly realized what had happened, what situation you were in and how embarrassing it was. Your face became hot and stung, like as if you had instantly gotten a sunburn. You tried to stand up but your legs did not seem to want to cooperate. Instead of planting on the ground, steady and firm, to support your body weight, your legs decided to just kinda flop about like fish out of water, desperately trying to find the ground. They finally did and you wobbled up, standing, facing him embarrassed out of your mind.

He was patient and held you tight in case you fell again, “It’s okay, I’m here.” Why did he have to say that? Tears welled up in your eyes and the urge to hug this stranger became overwhelming. “Are you okay? What happened?” He asked as the tears fell down your face, worried that he had said something wrong. You started sobbing now, “I’m-I’m fi-i-i-ine..” you said between sobs, “I...[sniff]...I just had a bad morning...[sob] and-and now...I’ve got a job interview here right now and...and...I need this job but...I-I can’t do it!” At this point you were both sitting in the ground in front of each other, him still holding you and listening. “Keep going, I’m here for you” He pressed on, trying to get you to talk more. For an hour you both sat there with this stranger, you telling him everything and him listening carefully. Not really giving any opinion of his own yet, just asking questions to make you tell him more, tell him about how you felt, what you did next, what you remembered in the moments. Slowly at first, you started to feel better. The more you talked, the less you cried, the less you cried, the more you noticed about this man and how handsome he was, he had a small line on his lip, it was hard to see at first through his moustache but you noticed. Maybe it was a scar? You also noticed his teeth as he asked questions, not straight but not completely crooked. Yellow, he was either a coffee drinker, a smoker or both. His fingers were tobacco-stained, he was a smoker. His eyes were perfectly lined with long lashes, giving another layer of beauty to this man’s face. The more you noticed, the more you wanted to know about him. Life went so slow and sweet with him.

You finished everything that you had to say, finally calm and content. He quietly turned his head and furrowed his brow, processing everything you said. He stayed this way for about 5 minutes. You didn’t mind though, it just meant you could simply watch him and forget everything else in life. After a while he spoke, slowly and carefully, choosing each word as if it was the most important decision of his life. “Wow...that is definitely a whole lot to go through in one lifetime. I understand what it’s like to lose someone, I lost both my father and my brother. My brother died of an overdose right in front of me and I lost my father to cancer in 2015. I have no idea what you will need to heal...but for me, I chose to create. I overworked myself at times, hurt the people I love, I came close to giving up at times, but I kept going. Lots of people tell you to never look back but...I find that looking back sometimes can help you heal. You need to look back to know where you came from. The important thing is to not do that forever, otherwise you’ll never move forwards. You seem to have been overworking yourself, both with your work and your relationship. The man, that you were going to have an interview with...he’s me.”

Your stomach dropped. You had completely forgotten about the interview. The words of your uncle repeated in your head. “Don’t get too sappy...that will probably just make him think that you’re making it all up...he’ll think you’re just trying to work off of his sympathy and will probably not take it well.” You instantly drop your gaze and lower your head, ashamed and unbelievably worried. “I’m so sorry Mr. Phoenix, I made it so you weren’t working. I told you everything about my life. I promise you it’s all true and I swear I didn’t try to play off of your sympathy...I had no idea you were...” You glanced up, meeting his gaze. He looked profoundly confused and not at all angry. You blushed beet red and looked down again in apology. You sat there for a couple minutes, tears forming again, blurring your vision. Then something slowly reached for your face. As the tears fell off your eyelashes and landed on your leg, you saw that it was his hand, he slowly placed his pointer finger under your chin and gently pushed your head upwards. You complied and lifted your head, completely ashamed and met his gaze again. What took you completely aback was, that he was smiling at you. “Miss Y/N...I never thought that. I actually was supposed to have time-off during the time of our interview but your uncle is very good at convincing people.” You both laughed at this, for it was indeed true “So I wasn’t kept from work. Finally, I’d be more surprised if your life story wasn’t true, I would say that you’re an amazing actress if that was the case. I know that everything you’ve said has been true, I could even tell that quite a bit was wrong as soon as I saw you left the taxi. It all made sense as soon as you said it.” You smiled at him. You had only just met him that day but you already felt so comfortable around him. Was this love at first sight?

“Well, now that we are properly acquainted, do you want my number so we can make another interview time or maybe even...to go get a coffee?” You blushed again, getting your phone out of your bag, forgetting that it had run out of battery. You cursed at yourself, you should’ve just let it charge. “I’m sorry, but my phone is out of battery...do you have a charger?” “No, I don’t on me...do you want to come over and charge it?” You nodded, unable to speak because you were so flustered and walked with him to his car, excited to see where this day would go.

PS Hey! This is my first FF! I hope whoever reads this likes it and if you want to request a fic or if you want to give tips on writing FFs I'll happily write any FF or take any advice.

[eternalstann]

Birthday Deja Vu

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Smut..yktv

Summary: You surprise your best friend Tom for his birthday and things go even better than expected :)

Tom never forgot the day he first met you. It was three years ago, and they were about to wrap up filming Spiderman homecoming. They were all going to Zendaya’s house to celebrate. She’d told them she’d invited one of her childhood friends from when she was growing up in Oakland. The moment she introduced all of you, you all blended together like you’d been with them the entire time they’d known each other. Your magnetic energy is what made Tom so in awe of you; everyone there was dying to talk to you. Laura and Zendaya had been glued to your sides the whole night, And Jacob was constantly trying to make you laugh. You were just that amazing.

He’d been in the kitchen getting another wine cooler when you walked in, a vibrant smile on your face. Tom felt his self grow nervous, and tried his best to shake off the nerves only you made him feel. “You know you’re not supposed to be drinking in America, you’re only 20 Thomas!” You scold, wagging your finger at him jokingly before cracking open your own drink. “If I’m not supposed to be drinking then you’re definitely not supposed to be. How old are you again; 19?” He laughed, raising an eyebrow at you. “I guess it’ll have to be our little secret then” you smirked, holding your bottle up for a cheers.

“Our little secret!” you both say in unison before clinking the cold drinks in each of your hands together.

———

The group of you hung out often, laughing so hard your stomachs hurt and talking about life. Tom remembered everything you’d ever told him. How you were in college studying be a dental hygienist, the way you teased him for calling college ‘Uni’. How you and Zendaya complained about having to do your hair every morning if you’d slept over. “Sometimes I wish I were a man so I could just cut it all off” you exclaimed, and Tom rolled his eyes at your dramatics. The way you and Jacob play fought; much to his dismay. He didn’t like how close the two of you got. It didn’t dawn on him until later on why it bothered him so much. He remembered the car rides, Harrison driving and the rest of you piled in screaming Chris Brown lyrics at the top of your lungs.

As time went on the amount of time you all spent together dwindled. Zendaya busy with her Tommy Hilfiger line, Tom shooting and you with school. All of you made it known how much you missed each other, texting your group chat often. But after a while even that died down, and Tom hated it. Some nights he’d scroll through your old texts, the silly pictures and wild links to random shit you wanted to share.

Today was one of those days. Tom was bored, even though Jacob and Harrison were with him. Only one person could hold his interest right now and that was you.

“Do you guys remember that time Y/N fell down the stairs but made sure to save the cupcake in her hand?” Tom asked, a fond look on his face. Jacob and Harrison looked at each other and shook their heads. “Bro, this is like the fifth time you’ve brought up Y/N today, you miss her or something?” Jacob stared at him and Tom sat up. “Of course I miss her, she’s our friend and we haven’t seen her in a while, I miss her the same way I’d miss either of you guys. Is it weird to miss my friend?” Tom shot back, locking his phone to make sure they didn’t see the picture of you he’d been staring at.

“No need to get so defensive Tom!” Harrison chuckled, “why don’t you just FaceTime her or something if you miss her so bad?” He suggested and Tom thought for a moment. “I...I don’t know actually” he answered. “Yeah I FaceTime Y/N all the time” Jacob spoke and Tom couldn’t stop the sour look that came across his face. “What?” Tom asked in disbelief, what did they talk about? “She was just telling me about how her car broke down while she was on her way to graduation”

“Graduation?!” Tom felt like a real dickhead now. You’d graduated from college and he hadn’t even known. “When was this?” he pressed, scrolling to your contact name. He was going to call you. “It was four days ago, and don’t call her now she’s on vacation with her family!” Harrison told him and Tom ran a hand through his hair. He couldn’t believe it. Time truly had flown by, and he couldn’t help but worry that maybe too much time had gone by.

——

You had just walked back into your room when your phone began to ring, a FaceTime from Harrison. You smiled, grabbing the device and answering. “Hey Haz” you chirp, looking at the screen.

“Y/N!” He cheered and you noticed Jacob was with him. “Aww, you guys are together? I wish I could be with you, I miss you guys!” you cooed and they beamed at you. “Tom was with us too earlier, and we miss you too. That’s why we’re calling actually” Harrison replied. You felt your heart flutter at just the mention of Toms name. You raise your eyebrows and wait for them to continue. “We were thinking, in honor of you graduating, and Tom’s Birthday coming up that we all need to get together. Toms been missing you like crazy and it’s getting annoying” they both pretend to gag and you laugh. “Oh my god we totally should!” You tell them excitedly. The three of you don’t stop grinning the whole time you’re planning the little get together.

——

You cursed to yourself when you finally pulled into the parking spot in front of Tom’s house.. Fuck google maps. The place he was renting in L.A was beautiful, and you remembered that he’s a millionaire movie star in multiple block buster movies.

Suddenly your 2009 Jeep Compass looked really shitty. You debated on brining up your suitcase now but decided against it. You were going to stay for the weekend, today was Friday and Toms birthday was tomorrow. You walk up to the door, with your phone and keys in hand. You look down at your outfit; light blue jeans, white tank top and fluffy slides. You began to regret choosing to dress comfortable for the drive instead of actually looking cute. You shake your head and knock on the door. Not even thirty seconds go by before Zendaya pulls it open. “Daya!” You cry out as soon as you see her and she shrieks in response. “AH! I fucking missed you!” She yells jumping into your arms. You laugh and do your best to close the door with the extremely tall girl hanging on to you.

Toms head whipped to the door as soon as he heard your voice. He hadn’t known you were coming, but he’d never been happier to see anyone in his life. He watched as you spun Zendaya around, immediately noticing how long your hair had gotten, it was almost to your waist now. But it was when you finally put Zendaya down that he really got a chance to look at you. Once he did he felt his breathe hitch in his throat. “Holy shit” he heard Jacob murmur from beside him and he knew he saw all the same things he did.

The pair of light wash jeans you were wearing fit perfectly, accentuating your thighs, hips and of course your ass. Tom took a couple of deep breathes before he let his eyes travel upwards. Your midriff was bare, the white tank top you wore was cropped to show off your stomach. The skin there looked so smooth, and you’d pierced your belly button. The little diamond stud made Tom gulp. “Were her boobs always that big?” Jacob asked and Tom punched his arm. But he was asking himself the same thing in his head. He took in every inch of you. He studied your shoulders, only covered by the spaghetti straps of you shirt - no bra.

He shook himself from his lust filled trance. He was a grown man, acting like a teenage boy. You were one of his closest friends and here he was treating you like an object.

“Y/N...wow” Tom spoke breathily, standing up and walking over to hug you. It felt so good to hold you in his arms, and he relished in the giggle you let out when he squeezed you even tighter. You pulled back way too soon for Toms liking to look at him. “You look amazing, almost birthday boy” - your voice was so smooth, he could listen to you talk all day. “Look at your arms, my little Tommy is ripped!” You laughed and Tom hated how hot he felt from your words. “Look at you! Your hair, you look stunning. I missed you.” He rambled before hugging you again. he breathed in your scent, Of course you smelled amazing.

“Jeez Tom- we wanna hug her too!” Harrison exclaimed, yanking Tom away from you before pulling you in for hug. Tom wanted to punch his best friend but instead he sat down on the couch, leaving a spot for you so you could sit between him and Zendaya. After you’d greeted everyone you sat down. You turned your gaze to Zendaya, you could feel her eyes burning holes into you. “What?” You asked the girl with a mischievous smile curled across her lips.

“Um...last time I saw you we were almost the same bra size aka our tits were nonexistent. Now you have those things out here defying gravity” she smirked, poking the top of your cleavage and you pushed her hand away. “Oh my god, girl shut up!” You rolled your eyes. “No seriously, your boobs look amazing. I fucking wish” Harrison’s girlfriend chimed in and you felt bad, you’d already forgotten her name but you could tell that you were going to like her. “Did you get them done?” Jacob whispered loudly.

“You’re a clown Jacob, and I can barely afford to keep my car on the road, the last thing on my budget list is a boob job” you quipped. “I know I’m just kidding Y/N- What ended up happening with that by the way?” Jacob asks and you feel self conscience talking about your financial woes in front of your wealthy friends. “It’s cool- I got it fixed. My transmission was blown” you explain, hoping they would drop the subject.

“I’m glad you got it fixed! Someone ran into my car the other day” Zendaya added before going on talking about her accident. “Z, you just can’t drive” Tom snarked, earning a round of laughter.

The night went on with all of you laughing and talking, it wasn’t until four a.m any of you even thought about sleep. “You guys we have a whole day of plans set up for tomorrow, maybe we should go to sleep” Harrison suggests which surprises all of you. “I call sleeping with Y/N!” Zendaya shouts grabbing your hand but Jacob disagrees. “No way! Zendaya you go with Roxy, no one wants to hear her and Harrison fuck all night. Y/N should go with Tom and Harrison and I can share.” You try to hide how both nervous and excited you are about sharing a room with Tom. He makes you feel like a kid again. You all nod at the arrangements, except Harrison who is grumbling to himself as everyone says their good nights.

You walk into the kitchen, smiling to yourself when you feel a presence behind you. “You following me Thomas?” You ask, opening the door to the fridge and pulling out two wine coolers. “Yeah, I’m never letting you out of my sight again” Tom whispered and you feel butterflies in your stomach. You turn around to face him and hand him the drink, deja vu washing over you. “Let’s never go this long with out seeing each other again okay?” You croak, and you hate how needy you sound. “Trust me, you’re gonna want to block my number Y/N” he replied, taking a sip. The two of you drink in a comfortable silence, staring at each other.

“Let’s go upstairs” Tom murmurs, taking your hand in his and leading you to his bedroom. You feel like your floating. The buzz from your beverage and from being so near the man you were slowly coming to realize you were in love with. “Fuck! I left my suitcase in the car, my pajamas!” You hissed. “Y/N calm down, you can wear something of mine” the brown haired boy assured you. You nod at him and he looks at you warmly, “Downstairs I had the craziest feeling of Deja Vu. It reminded me of the night we first met” Tom confesses. You bite your lip, “I felt the same thing, it’s so crazy how time has flown by” you reminisce.

Tom hums, tossing you a T-shirt of his to sleep in. He strips down to his boxers, and climbs on the bed, he wriggled his eyebrows at you and motions for you to join him. “You’re sleeping in underwear, I will too” you shrug, tugging your jeans off and making your way beside him. “I mean...I’m not going to object” he chided. You lay down and face your friend, fixing a pillow under your head so you’re eye to eye. “Y/N I just want you to know how proud I am of you for graduating. You’re so incredible, I think you’re the smartest person I know. Congratulations” you can feel how genuine his words are. And the sincere expression on his face only convinced you further. You felt like crying. “I hope you know how proud I am of you too, movie-star” you giggle because you know how much he hates being called that. “Go to sleep, I love you” Tom confesses, his heart about to burst through his rib cage

“I love you too”

——-

Tom woke up first, and he has to do a double take at the sight of you splayed out in his bed in only your underwear. He groans and palms himself through his boxers. Of all mornings for him to wake up hard. He stares down at you. Your tank top had shifted so he could see your nipple, and the overwhelming urge to touch you coursed through him. It took every bit of his strength to tear his eyes away from your angelic form. He trudged his way to the bathroom and ran himself the coldest shower water he could stand.

When he comes back into the room, with his towel wrapped around his waist you’re awake. “Happy Birthday!” You scream, running to him and hugging his wet frame. “Thank you, thank you” He grins. “You smell nice” You note, before plopping back down on his bed. “Thank you..again. You can use my shower by the way” he points to the bathroom.

You were going to thank him when his door burst open. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY DICKHEAD” Harrison screams, followed the rest of your friends. Zendaya’s holding a cake, and Jacob your suitcase. They sing him an obnoxious rendition of happy birthday before they all disappear to get dressed. “I brought your suitcase up Y/N” Jacob tells you before he leaves.

Just like it always does when you’re with them, time flies by. You all go to lunch with his brothers Sam and Harry and spend the rest of day goofing off. Tom decided he wanted to go clubbing, much to Daya’s dismay - if it were up to her she’d never leave her house. But she agreed since it was his birthday. She had done your makeup for you, and had posted way too many pictures on her instagram story for your liking. She was still raving on about how good you looked as you slid into your heels.

“Let’s gooo” You sing-song and Zendaya follows you to the car. You two and Roxy decided to ride together so the boys could do whatever it is boys do.

-

Tom watched you walk into the club, and he knew he wasn’t the only one either. Zendaya and Roxy were beautiful- but you? He couldn’t even put it into words. He wanted to go over and wrap you in his arms, show everyone you were his. But you weren’t. You waved to him from across the room and he took a deep breathe before waving back, and walking over to you. “Let’s get fucked up!” You cheered grabbing his hand and leading him to the bar. “Two shots of patron on ice please” you smiled at the bartender and Tom balled up his fist at the way the man stared at you. “You got it gorgeous” he smirked, but you weren’t paying attention.

“Tom...TOM!” You call out to him, and he whips his head around to face you, pulling himself from his thoughts of strangling the bartender. This was going to be a long night.

Way too many shots and three hours later Tom was watching you and Roxy dancing, Zendaya recording and hyping the two of you up. “Aye!!! Go best friend, that’s my best friend!” She screamed. Harrison was laughing, a drink in his hand. Jacob was shitfaced, and you motioned for him to come over. He began dancing with the two of you, grinding together. Tom knew you were just having fun but he couldn’t help but feel jealous. “Oh shit! Get it Jacob” Zendaya yelled and Tom had to excuse himself to the bathroom. He was ready to go. He wished he was laying in bed with just the two of you, talking about about whatever you wanted. He stares at himself in the mirror. “Get it together Tom” he murmurs to himself.

When he comes back out the bathroom, you’re no longer on the dance floor. You’re sitting alone at the bar. Your head was resting in one of your hands, your other hand typing on your phone. “Hey” Tom spoke, and look up at him. “I was just about to text you!” You grin. You stand to hug him, pulling him close to you. “How was your birthday?” You whisper in his ear, arms wrapped around his neck. Tom shudders at the feeling of your breathe fanning against the shell of his ear. He places his own hands on your waist. “It was amazing, thank you Y/N” he kisses you on the forehead and you can feel yourself heating up. Everything he did was heightened due to your drunken state. You watched as he yawned and couldn’t help but frown. “You tired?” You ask, and he nods sheepishly. “Tommy can’t hang” you tease, “lets get out of here then” you smile. “Something tells me they’re not ready to leave” he laughs, shrugging towards the dance floor where Zendaya and Harrison were hitting the woah in sync.

“Let them stay then, we can just go” You offer, and Tom loves the sound of that. He nods, pulling up the Uber app off his phone and going to let the the rest of your friends know you were leaving. You stand, bobbing your head to the music while you wait. “Excuse me?” You hear a voice call out to you. You turn and recognize the bartender. “Yeah” you reply, still swaying to the rhythm. “I think you’re gorgeous and I was just wondering if I could get your phone number..” he asks, rubbing the back of his neck. You’re surprised at how nervous he seemed, and you bite your lip before nodding yes.

When Tom turns around to see you typing into some guys phone his heart drops into his stomach. “Y/N” he spoke walking behind you and putting an arm over your shoulder. “Who’s your friend?” Tom asks and you’d never wanted to be swallowed up by the ground more than that moment. Before you can speak, the bartender pipes up- “I’m Tyler, you are?” “Tom” he answers curtly, and you hear an edge in his voice you’d never heard before. “Nice to meet you Tom” “Yup you too” Tom quickly replies before pulling you towards the door. “Our Uber’s here” he informs you while you try you best to wave goodbye to Tyler.

“Jeez Tom” you exhale, once you’re inside the car. You stare at him but he stares at the back of the drivers head the whole car ride.

“Why’re you in such a hurry?” you giggle, poking his cheek, just before you step into the door. “You liked that dickhead?” He questions, shifting slightly on his feet. He regret asking you the moment the words left his mouth. What if he got an answer he didn’t like? “I mean he was cute, and nice” you shrug, not thinking much of it. “He was staring at you like you were his last meal the whole night!” Tom exclaims and your eyes widen.

“I’m a big girl Tom, you don’t need to worry about me” you reply. “I’m always worried about you! All I do is think about you all day long. I wonder what you’re doing or what you’re feeling. Because I love you, and not just in a friends type of way - I mean I love you like that too but-“ you cut him off and smash your lips to his. Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, but you had to kiss him. And when you did, there were no words to describe it. A satisfaction and warmth like no other. You hum at the feeling of his lips against yours.

“Tom, baby, lets go upstairs” you whine, running your hands down his chest. He nods, leading you to his bedroom. “Fuck, Y/N, you’re drunk - we shouldn’t” he groans and you roll your eyes. “So are you” You quip, and you watch a look of deep thought cross over his face. “Are you sure you want this?” He asks and you nod, a sweet smile on your lips. “I’m gonna need words baby” he whispers grabbing your hair in his hand and pulling your head backwards. “Yes, Tom! I want this, I want you!” You answer back, you were willing to beg if that’s what it took to get him inside of you. “Shit, okay baby I got you” he groans, he pulls off his shirt, and you’re making quick work of his jeans. “You don’t need to rush, we’ve got all the time in the world Y/N. I’ve wanted this for so long, I wanna take my time with you” He tells you. You feel your heart swell and your pussy throb. You stare up at him, letting your eyes take in all of him. His hair was disheveled, face tinted pink. To you, he’s never looked better.

You stand, sliding the straps of your dress off your shoulders. Tom watches in awe as it drops to the floor. You can’t help but to giggle at the look in his face. “Tom, as good as you look standing there, I really need you to fuck me now” you murmur, taking a step towards him closing the space between the two of you.

“Y/N I love you” he breathes burying his face into the crook of your neck, arms wrapped around your waist and pulling you as close as he could. “I love you too” you gasp when he places a wet kiss to your neck. You push him backwards and drop to your knees, and Tom is shaking his head at the sight of you. He’d never been more worked up in his life. “Happy Birthday Tommy” you smile, taking his length in your hand and pumping it slowly. You watch his face scrunch up in pleasure and you hope this night never ends. You use your hand to guide him into your mouth and the sound he makes has you dripping. You bob your head, suctioning your cheeks to suck him properly. “Fuckkkk” Tom groans, placing a hand on the back of your head. Picking up your pace, you reach down to play with his balls and he’s falling apart at your ministrations.

You look up at him, head tilted back and mouth open. You use your other hand to scrape your nails down his stomach, and you feel the muscles tensing up beneath your touch. “Y/N I’m gonna cum baby” he warns you and you go even faster. You can’t wait to taste him. You use your hand to pump what you can’t fit in your mouth and seconds later he’s shooting his load down your throat. He’s calling your name while you swallow every drop.

He picks you up and places you on the bed, on your back. The way he’s staring down at you makes you squirm. “Fuck, I cant believe this is happening” he whispers to himself. “Spread your legs, let me return the favor” he demands and you oblige. He gets down between your open knees and you shiver when his fingers stroke over your wet core. You sit up on your elbows to watch him, and you feel yourself ready to burst at the first lick of his tongue against your pussy. “Tastes heavenly” he mumbles against your skin, and you’re heaving. His tongue licks up and down your slit, pushing between your folds and dipping inside of you. “Fuck Tom” you moan and you know you’re close. His tongue moves up to focus on your clit and your through, legs shaking and fingers twisted in the sheets.

“Need to get inside you baby” his voice is rough with sex and all you can do is nod at him. You open your eyes to look up at him when he climbs on top of you and his gaze is already on your face. “I really love you” he reminds you and you love hearing it but you’re so ready for him, “I love you too Tom, but pleaseeeee fuck me” you beg. He leans down to kiss you, soft lips against yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him back with every ounce of you.

“Okay, okay- I’m sorry darling” he laughs breathily, before sliding into you. He feels so good inside of you, you had to be made for each other. “Shit Y/N, you’re perfect” he’s thrusting into you like his life depends on it, and you can only hold on for the ride. You wrap your legs around his waist, pushing him deeper. You wanted him like this forever. “Tom!” His name fell from your lips over and over as drove you both to your peaks. He grabs your left leg, pushing it back to your chest and speeds up even more. His other hand goes to your throat, squeezing while he slides in and out of you. “Cum for my Y/N” his voice washes over you as you orgasm, him moments after.

His eyes never leave your frame; in awe as your back arches off the bed, pleasure etched all over your face. He lays down beside you, and you snuggle into his side.

“I think it’s safe to say this has been my best birthday yet”

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hey beautiful, wonderful people. I love just imagining Tom hanging with friends, I know he’s THE most fun person ever. Anyways I hope y’all like this. I really liked the beginning but the smut just ain’t it for me I almost wanted to cut it out🥴

I love y’all, message me w ideas!!

[iris-sistibly]

I looked in the mirror and saw an image, not of myself but a different person. I barely know him but he seem to know me very well...more than I know my own self.

“You are the best piece of artwork I’ve ever created,” his voice reverberated inside my head. I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth, “You crazy bastard, I will never be like you!” I snarled at him. 

“Oh but you are now,” he said casually, as if this was a normal thing to say...no, wait--this is a normal thing for him to say, “Have you forgotten what you’ve done?” then he flashed his odd, spine chilling smile. My heart skipped a beat, my body trembled, once again I found myself in that residence, that hellhole I should never have gone to in the first place. Seo Mun-jo’s body lay lifeless on the floor, Ji-eun was unconscious on the dental chair. Drops of sweat mixed with blood trickled down my face and body, I can hear my heart pounding wildly in my chest, my mouth went dry because of dehydration, and my body was shaking from exhaustion. I glanced at my hand holding a knife stained with crimson red liquid, but the blood wasn’t mine. 

Um Bok-sun, the landlady...

Byun Deuk-jong, the man with special needs...

Hong Nam-bok, the pervert...

and Seo Mun-jo, the psychopathic asshole...

It was theirs...but it was my own doing, “I did these...I killed all of them...” that came out as a whisper, the knife slipped from my hand, it made a loud resonating sound as it hit hard on the floor. I palmed my face, “They were murderers!” I said in my mind, “I only did what needs to be done!”

“Exactly why I succeeded,” Seo Mun-jo’s voice echoed in my mind once again. 

I looked in the mirror and saw an image of a man, his emotionless eyes stared deep into my soul, his mouth curved forming an evil smile. I found myself staring at my own reflection, and that’s when I realized he was right all along. I did what I had to, but in the end I fell for his trap. Ironically, I felt free.

Something in me was freed after trying to contain it for so long and it was the most exhilarating feeling I’ve ever felt, my body trembled from post-adrenaline, my heart was pounding wildly from excitement, the stench of blood filled the air, I savored the intoxicating smell, it was way more addicting than alcohol and drugs combined. “So this is how it feels,” I said to myself, I killed the devil and became one myself, it was best feeling ever. 

Then in a blink of an eye, I was back in the hospital once more. I woke up from a trance and realized what I’m becoming. It terrified the shit out of me, but deep inside I wanted more, this bloodlust, the urge to kill excited me. Darkness was looming over, soon it will devour all of me, every piece...every side of my humanity. I frantically shook my head, “No...” I said over and over, but his voice was telling me otherwise. “NO!!!” I screamed, stepped back and bolted out of my room. “Sir! Where are you going?!” the nurse called me but I didn’t dare stop or look back. The hospital staffs went after me, I ran as fast as I could, it didn’t matter where my feet took me, I just knew I had to get out of here. Away from this world...away from myself...

“You are the best piece of artwork I’ve ever created...”

“You and I will be together forever...”

His words kept repeating in my head, “No you son of a bitch!” I yelled and hit my head. He may have lured me into his clutches, but I was determined to fight back, to save anything that was still good in me if I had any. I will never give him the privilege to see me drown into the pool of madness just like him. Gasping for air, I stopped when I reached the rooftop. The chilling breeze caressed my skin, I looked down and saw the busy streets of Seoul, it was so high from where I’m standing. Sky scrapers, street lights and vehicular lights lit up the night. I closed my eyes and remembered the few good years I had, when my life was ordinary. I’ve been longing for that simplicity, but I know I can never have it back.

Then their faces appeared once again, the demons who intended to haunt me for life. Their sinister smiles, their maniacal laughter, their terrifying voices and the never-ending nightmare of that dreadful night I am now imprisoned to, and the only way to get out of it was...

I opened my eyes and looked down once more, what was a pleasant view awhile ago became a dreadful sight. I gripped the railings as tight as I could, part of me says this isn’t the answer, that I can still get out of this and live again.

Can I?

“Oppa!!!” a woman’s voice called me, it was Ji-eun, the only person who kept me sane. The person I want to protect whatever it costs, she was crying, shaking her head, “Please don’t do this,” she begged. 

I wanted to run back into her arms, to apologize to her, to assure that everything will be alright. Then I felt a hand touch on mine, “You and I will be together forever,” Seo Mun-jo stood beside me, still wearing that creepily awful smile of his. His bare hand was as cold as his voice, “Sir please, we can help you! You don’t have to do this!” I heard the doctors and nurses plead as well.

I chuckled and shook my head, I wish it was that easy. I am grateful to the people who are willing to lend a hand, but seeing this bastard’s face made me realize that this is a battle only I can put an end to.

I now know what he meant when he told me that, him and I are one and the same, and as long as I live he too will always exist. I smiled back and flipped my middle finger, “In your fucking delusional mind!” I told him before plunging myself into the unknown.

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The devil in me by: Iris 

Written from Yoon Jong-u’s point of view

Drama: Strangers from Hell

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This drama is batshit tbh, and I want to make this fanfiction as dark as possible so I played around with Jong-u’s emotions and what I think he must have felt when realized he became the new Seo Mun-jo. I’m a huge fan of psychological-thriller and mystery genre so I really hope you like this as much as I enjoyed writing this! 

[valentines-in-london]

I Need Fire (Part 1)

Gif by @classic-rock-roller

The Dirt!Tommy Lee x Original Female Character

Summary:  Rayne moved to LA a few years ago and has never really fit in.  While most of the Sunset Strip girls were movie star beautiful, with thin builds and blonde, Rayne stood at 5′10 in flats, had curves that no diet would make disappear and had big red curly hair.  The only person that ever made her feel normal was her best friend and room mate Jo.  One night Jo talks Rayne into going to a house party on the strip that promises to be a circus.  Rayne never expected to catch the eye of the ringleader himself.

Authors Note:  Hello everyone!  I’ve been so inspired reading so many of the amazing works people have written since The Dirt came out.  I’ve had this story in my head for a little bit and finally got the courage to put it to text and post it.  I’d love to hear any and all feedback anyone has, my asks and inbox will always be open!  It is my first time ever posting a fic, so if I do anything wrong or against the rules please let me know.  I think the community of people writing and reading these Dirt fics are amazing and supportive and I hope you all find some enjoyment in my story!  

I am also extremely inspired by music when I write so I’d be happy to post any and all songs that inspired chapters, or that I use in chapters.  Our first chapter is absolutely inspired by Stranglehold by Ted Nugent.  

On with the god damn show….

Word Count: 1,800

Chapter 1

Rayne looked herself in the mirror one final time before spraying a few more pumps of Flexnet into her voluminous red curly hair that fell down to the small of her back.  Rayne took the teasing comb to her roots one last time before using her hands to fluff her hair into place.  Her eye lids rimmed in black eyeliner smoked out with blacks and browns.  Her makeup was absolutely fitting of the place she was going tonight.  

Her best friend Jo had talked her into going over to a house party on the sunset strip.  Jo had gone to the Whiskey earlier this week to see a band and when she laid eyes on the singer she knew she wanted to fuck him.  Rayne had to give it to her friend, when she had a goal she achieved it no matter what.  As a matter of fact Rayne wasn’t even completely sure they were exactly invited to the party, but that wouldn’t stop Jo from getting what she wanted.  

“Ray!  Are you about ready I want to get over there!” Jo banged on the bedroom door.

Rayne looked over herself one final time in the mirror pulling her leather jacket on.  Rayne didn’t hate her body but she looked very different from most of the women she saw on a regular basis out on the Sunset Strip.  Rayne had curves, major curves, despite going to the gym on an almost daily basis.  She had large hips, a big ass, smaller waist and her boobs we’re much more than a handful.  Rayne also physically stood out on the Strip, standing at 5'10.  Most of the women on the Strip were stick thin, athletic, and flat as pancakes (except the strippers who loved their fake tits).  

Rayne knew she would get stares tonight and probably a few comments.  Tonight she chose leather pants that laced up at the crotch, they didn’t really fit her properly but she masked that with a loose fitted off the shoulder mesh top.  Around her neck was a leather collar with a D ring and her boots also had chains on them and jingled as she walked.

“Ray!  Come on!” Jo shouted once more hitting the door louder.

“Coming!” Rayne huffed opening the door sarcastically asking,  "Well, are you ready to go?“

“Oh Ray!” Jo whistled opening the front door.  "You trying to snatch up a dirty rocker boy tonight too?“

“Last thing I want.” Rayne laughed walking through the door locking it behind her.  "I’m going as moral support and hopefully some decent alcohol.  If they’re in a band they better have some decent booze.“

"Sure, sure.” Jo fiendishly smiled.  “Booze is good for you, it makes you more flirty.  Remember that time you got up on the ba…”

“Yes!”  Rayne raised her voice hushing her friend, “I remember it, although I wish every day that I could forget it.”

It didn’t take them long to walk to the apartment where the party was happening.  They were cat called multiple times on the way there, mostly aimed towards Jo, which she loved. Sometimes Rayne wish she looked like Jo, she was an average height, platinum blonde and a body to kill.  Jo could’ve been a Playboy bunny if she wanted to, but instead was in school to be a dental assistant.  Jo was also so confident, it was like she walked on air.  Where Rayne used her wit and sarcasm to deflect people, Jo used flirtation and charm to draw them in, together the two were ying and yang and had been friends since Rayne moved out to LA three years ago.

“I can hear the music from here, we’re getting close.”  Jo turned toward Rayne.  "We have to use the window, the door is apparently nailed shut from the cops.“

"Oh yeah I’m sure this is a good idea.” Rayne shook her head laughing to herself.

As they approached the apartment was crawling with people around their age.  It was a good mix but definitely leaned towards female.  Not a shock, especially if the rest of the band were as good looking as Jo described the singer to be.

“At least the music is good.”  Rayne complimented while they climbed the stairs and through the window.  Stranglehold by Ted Nugent had just started playing.  Rayne always thought it was a sexy song.  The apartment was small and packed with people, couples making out on the couch, guys puking in trash cans and girls leading men through various doors.

“I’m gonna go find Vince.” Jo purred into my ear, a devilish smile on her face.

“Alright I’ll be around.” Rayne said heading towards what she believed to be the living room.  To say it was sensory overload was an understatement as she looked around trying to take everything in.  Rayne saw one guy lighting himself on fire, and a group of guys doing lines off a plate before her eyes landed on a girl pulling on the arm of a brunette sitting at the table in the center.

“Check this out dude, you’re gonna fuckin freak.” The guy said before dropping to his knees going down on the girl in front of everyone.

Jesus Christ.  Rayne thought to herself before her eyes landed on a counter lined with alcohol bottles.  She took a step towards the counter, basically stepping over the two putting on a show for everyone.

There were plenty of bottles of Jack Daniels, which Rayne always thought tasted like piss.  But at the end of the line was a bottle of Jameson, still not her favorite whiskey, but she would have to make due with it.

The room was now filled with loud moans as everyone’s attention was on the act happening in the middle of the room.  Rayne unscrewed the lid and took a swig from the bottle.  Ah fuck it.  She heard the guy say people were gonna freak so she might as well stay and watch what was going to happen.

“Alright dudes, here it goes!”. The brunette said happily before standing up, looking over the room with pride before his eyes locked on the redhead across the room, the smile dropping slightly from his face.  His hand quickly went up to wipe his mouth of any remnants of cum from the girl.  The woman’s hand went straight to where his mouth had just left continuing to work herself until she screamed and a stream of liquid shot out of her.  Rayne stood there eyes wide she had never seen that outside a porno, and in all honesty didn’t even think it was actually possible.  The blonde woman kept her legs spread sounds of pleasure still coming from her as she came down from her high.

Deciding that she had seen enough, Rayne took the bottle of Jameson and grabbed for her pack of cigarettes.  As she turned to walk towards an outside balcony she saw she noticed the brunette man staring at her from across the room.  Or maybe not her.  Rayne didn’t know why he’d be staring at her when he obviously had a girlfriend.  She put a cigarette between her lips and made her way toward the balcony.  As she got outside Rayne lit her cigarette taking a long drag from it, blowing a steady ream of smoke from her lips.  She placed the bottle of Jameson on the ledge of the balcony and leaned over on her arms bobbing her head and hips to the music.

“Wow.” She heard from behind her, causing her to turn around startled.  Standing behind her was the brunette man from before, she didn’t realize how tall he was.  He towered over her, almost unbelievably so, she was used to standing taller than most men.  He was in a leather jacket and a black and red shirt with leather pants.

Taking another drag from her cigarette Rayne looked questioningly at the man in front of her.

“I haven’t seen you here before.” The man said.  

“Yeah well,” Rayne exhaled smoke.  "My friend is here to fuck your singer.“

The man chuckled, "She’ll have to get in line.”

It was Rayne’s turn to let out a healthy laugh this time, “You’ve never met my friend.”

“What’s your name?” He took a step closer to Rayne.

Rayne smiled up at him leaning in closer to him.  "Shouldn’t you be getting back to your girlfriend?“

"She’s not my…”

“TOMMY!  WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?” A shrill voice shouted for him.  Rayne watched as he closed his eyes and sighed.

Taking a final drag from the cigarette and stubbing it out Rayne said again a smug smile on her face, “You should get back to her, Tommy.”

As she went to step around him to go back into the apartment she felt him gently grab her hand to stop her. “Tell me your name, give me that at least.”

Hm, so this is what Jo must feel like.  "I’ll see you around.“ Rayne said simply before walking back inside the apartment being immediately grabbed by Jo when she got back to the kitchen, Rayne was glad to see her friend it made her forget about the tingling sensation in her hand from Tommy’s touch.

"Oh my god Ray, I haven’t been fucked like that in my entire life.  You ready to go?  I accomplished my mission.” Jo smiled big, hair more messy than before and lipstick smeared.

“Yeah, let’s roll.  I want details.”  Rayne smiled at her best friend.

“Oh and you’ll get them.  Copious details.” Jo giggled happily wrapping her arm around Rayne’s waist.  "Anything of interest happen while I was getting off?“

Rayne looked around the apartment, eyes landing on the man she now knew was named Tommy who had just come in from outside.  His eyes were still locked on Rayne.  "Nope, nothing to report.”

“It’ll happen for you one day Ray.  I know it.” This is why Rayne loved Jo, she had a heart of gold when it came to her friends.  Rayne was a bit of a romantic but had sort of given up on the idea of romance since moving to LA.

“We shall see.”  Rayne looked down smiling softly.  "Come on let’s go home.  I’ll pour us both glasses of actual good whisky.“

Tommy watched the two girls as they exited through the window until they were out of sight.  "Tommy!  My man!  You know I can’t stand Bullwinkle but I’ll never tire of watching her squirt.”

“Nikki, I think I’m in love.”

“What with Bullwinkle?  No you’re in love with her pussy.” Nikki smacked Tommy on his back.

“No not with her.  Someone else.”  Tommy spoke as if in a daze.

“Who?”

“I don’t know.” Tommy stood up straighter, “but I’m gonna find out dude.”

[hillnerd]

Um, I apparently wrote a Romione Ron’s birthday ficlet like 2 years ago... And found it today. :P Did I post this somewhere? I have no idea. Too bad I found it today instead of yesterday! (3/1/19) :P 

Has the beginnings of something very naughty (and I am crap at writing sex that’s not awful/funny soooo sorryy)- ends in family fluff. 

Rated M

A Perfect Birthday Morning- 

Ron woke with bleary eyes and squinted around the room to his clock. Merlin, it was bloody early. He usually was able to sleep in further than sunrise on the weekends. He let out a sigh and drew his hand over his face, scratching at his thick stubble that was threatening to become a full beard.

“You’re awake early,” he heard to his right. Hermione was reading by very dim wand light.

“You too,” he mumbled before letting out a yawn that loudly popped his jaw

“Dad keeps saying you need to get that checked out.”

“It doesn’t hurt,” he shrugged.

She raised an eyebrow at him.

“Ok, I will get it checked out if my jaw starts to hurt. Until then, I’m not making another dental appointment,” he said wiggling his jaw back and forth experimentally to confirm there was no pain. She had a satisfied smile on her face after that.

“C’mere,” he murmured.

She quickly acquiesced, placing her wand and book on her side table. The book pile next to her bed was getting precarious. He would have to remember to spell them with a stabilizing spell later. The last time they had been intimate the books had loudly toppled to the floor, waking the kids far too early in the morning, and cutting their shag woefully short.

Ron raised his arm so she could nestle up with her head on his chest. Hermione enthusiastically cozied up to him, letting out a contented sigh. He put his arms around her and held her close, inhaling the scent of her hair. She stretched up and gave him a kiss, before settling back onto his chest.

“Happy Birthday,” she murmured, giving him a squeeze.

“Blimey, I’d forgotten,” he said letting out a small laugh.

“Would you like one of your presents now?”

“No thanks. Don’t wanna leave bed just yet,” he said kissing the top of her head.

“Who said you needed to leave bed?” she pushed herself up against him and one of her smooth legs wrapped around his middle. He trailed a hand down her leg and gave a smirk.

She had shaved her legs for him. He was never fussed about it, but it was always a pleasant surprise when she was silky like this. It was freezing out and she had been overloaded with case work, not the usual scenario for shaved legs at the beginning of March.

“You planned this out, you saucy witch,”

“Maybe,” Hermione replied, biting her lip.

She was dressed in that navy cotton nighty he liked too. How had he not noticed? It was rather modest compared to most ladies lingerie, but on her it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. It plunged down just enough to reveal an enticing amount of cleavage, hugged her body, and always would ride up as it caught against the sheets, so that it barely covered her bum. He trailed his hand up her side, letting his hands graze the soft curve of her hip.

He glanced up to see a very familiar burning look in her eyes. They’d have to make quick work of it before the kids were up. In moments they were feverishly kissing, she was on top of him grinding into his hardness as he tangled his hands in her wild hair. He trailed his hands down her back and grasped her bum, pulling at one of the globes and letting it go.

He grabbed her and rolled her under him, his kisses traveled down her neck to her collarbone, then finally her breasts. With little effort, he pushed aside the fabric hiding her tits. The tiny straps fell off her shoulders and she whispered sweet encouragements as he began to suckle at a taut nipple. She arched against him and let out a moan, raking her fingers through his hair.

He started working his fingers into her wet knickers when a great crash resounded in the hallway outside their bedroom. They both stilled.

“Hugo!” they heard Rose yell at her brother.

“I didn’t mean to!” Hugo let out.

They gave each other tired grins.

“Well, we tried,” Ron said with a wry chuckle, trying to adjust his pajama trousers. “Thanks, Love.”

Hermione gave a warm smile, then rolled out of bed.

“Maybe we can continue tonight,” she said, before doing a quick spell on herself to tidy up, and put on the great woolly robe that meant intimacy was very much over. Her spell didn’t hide the marks left on her from his stubble.

“Everything ok?” Hermione asked as she opened the door.

The kids barged in, large grins on their faces. Rose held a tray filled with food, while Hugo had a glass in his hand and a large orange juice stain on his white shirt. The crash must have been the pitcher of orange juice they’d had in their fridge.

“Happy Birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!” they sang with glee. He did his best to look appropriately delighted, and not wince, as they finished their song at an uncomfortably loud volume.

“Wow, what a wonderful way to wake up,” he claimed, sitting up in the bed.

Hermione smirked at him from the doorway, as the kids quickly gave the tray to their father, and hopped on the bed.

“How old are you now Dad?” asked Hugo.

“Thirty four,” Rose supplied, pointing to the birthday card she had made herself with colored pencils and construction paper. “It took a long time to draw that many candles on there.”

“Wow, that’s a lot,” Hugo said, grabbing a piece of toast off the plate and snacking on it.

Ron grabbed his wand and cleaned up Hugo’s shirt of the great orange juice stain. Hermione came back from the hall having cleaned up the mess of the pitcher. She squeezed into the bed and grabbed a piece of bacon from the plate.

“Isn’t this a perfect birthday morning?” Hermione laughed, raising an eyebrow at him.

He gave her a smile.

“It really is.”

[pendragonfics]

Fanfic Is Just Wobbly Canon

Paring: Wade Wilson/Reader

Tags: male reader, canon complaint, canon divergence, time-travel fix-it, canon-typical violence, canon gay character, character death ((but dont worry its ok)), romance, fluff, angst. 

Summary: Reader loved Wade since that drunk kiss in 2010. Reader loves Wade in that burning orphanage in 2018. Cable realises stuff.

Word Count: 2,064

Current Date: 2018-09-05

Being a part of the X-Men wasn’t half bad, most of the time. You got regular dental checks and healthcare cover thanks to the Professor, an account on the team’s Netflix you didn’t have to pay for, and training to allow you to regulate your mutation to be allowed around other people. While Ellie Phimester could literally explode, and Colossus was metal most of the time, you were able to shift your density. Which had been a rude awakening at fourteen when you fell from your bed at the top of the orphanage through all the floors and landed in a heap in the basement.

But that was years ago, and since, you’ve been learning not to fall so much as ‘fly’, or, really, just be half-useful in hand-to-hand combat with the people the X-Men encountered. In 2010, you met Wade Wilson back when he was just a mercenary for cash – by accident! You were on your way to your apartment in the shady part of town and he’d seen you in the shadows as a threat. Leading to his knife in your chest…well, his knife going through your chest. To make up for it, he’d taken you out for an apologetic round of drinks and given you a sloppily drunk kiss. But it was nice. It was Wade.

You’re sure he was too drunk to remember that, because it hadn’t been mentioned since. But that was perchance because he’d found a girlfriend. Because when you met again a couple of years later – when you were called in from a mission in the Basque country of France – he looked like a scaly piece of radioactive cheese, but, even without the eyebrows and a skincare routine, you knew it was Wade. For one, that sailor mouth.

Now, you’re not so sure.

“She’s ducking dead,” he says, over and over, except ducking is what everyone intends to write when Autocorrect steps in. “And Russel’s – duck!” His eyes are wild. He looks like a raggedy, wild, ravaging animal. Or a child. He’s acting like it too. His legs are still small, and standing in the corner, you watch as he works out his problems mentally until he growls in frustration.

Weasel looks to you, and you look to Neena, and in turn, look to Wade.

“X-Force didn’t work out,” you say, and Wade gives you a sharp look. You clear your throat, and start again, “X-Force isn’t done yet, but it hasn’t done what its goal was. Get Russel and stop him. Especially since he’s with Juggernaut.”

Neena nods, agreeing. “We need to stop them, I mean, that guy is ugly.”

Weasel raises a hand. “How are we going to do it? I mean, me – I’m just me, and Wade has baby legs, Neena – you’re just a fluke of nature –,”

She grins at that, “Thank you.”

“– and __________, you’re just really good at falling through things.” He concludes.

“We can’t just do nothing.” You say, desperate. “We know that Russel turns into a really, really bad guy if we let him go down this path – we have to try! It’s better to try at failing than to fail at trying.”

“Isn’t that from a motivational cat poster?” Neena wonders.

You throw your hands up, exasperated, and leave the room to find Wade’s kitchen. When you were but a young boy, a blind boy a little older than you roomed with you at the orphanage. He might have been blind, and at night, covered his head with pillows because everything was too loud, but you learned something from him, even when you discovered your mutation.

---

Tea makes everything better. Of course, two teenaged boys didn’t learn this by themselves – you’d sneak down to the kitchens after sunset for a mug of warm milk that Sister Constantine would permit, but, when your friend came with you this time, she declared that it wouldn’t be tea this time for the both of you.

“How old are you boys, again?” she asked in her matronly tone.

“Fifteen,” you replied.

“I’m sixteen.” Said his friend.

“Well, you’re much too old to have warm milk at night. Yes,” she repeated, busing herself with boiling a pot of water upon the cast iron stove. “Milk is for children or calves suckling at their mothers’ teat in the farmyard. You boys are nearly men, and men drink milk, yes, but with other things.”

“Do you mean biscuits?” you questioned.

You had no clue as to what men drank. You had been found as a baby upon the orphanage doorstep, swaddled in a raggedy scarf in a box that had allegedly smelt of cat pee and cigarettes. The nuns raised you, and so, apart from the occasional school teacher who was male, you had few as role models.

“No,” Sister Constantine replied. “Tea.”

---

Returning to the living room with several cups looped over your fingers, it isn’t until you look up and realise that almost everyone there has a gun cocked to where you were just standing. Because standing there is the man who had just been trying to kill Russel. It’s then your mutation kicks in with the adrenaline that’s racing through your mind, and the cups drop, hitting the floor. Kersch-plash.

“Sorry,” you apologise, “I just – he’s – what?”

“Cable. The mother-trucker who was – hey, who’s censoring my words?” Wade frowns, looking at you. No, not you, the you who’s reading. “Did the writer put you up to this?” he asks, growling. “I am the Merc with a Mouth, not one of those lame-o’s from The Good Place.” He bring his hand down upon his baby leg in frustration, and winces. “Fork! Bench.” He turns his gaze from you back to you, standing in the doorway with several broken mugs of tea at your feet, and continues, “He’s the guy who wanted to let Russel get blown up like a piñata on the Day of the Dead.”

“Oh,” you say, “hi.”

The other man says nothing. But it’s what happens next that says more words.

---

You see it happening, perhaps, before he did.

There was the shot of the gun from that asshole, and the bang! of the shot itself, and well, you did what you did. Your feet move themselves, your brain makes you move faster than before. Sure, earlier today you couldn’t function enough to hold your own with your density vs. the tea cups, but now, your body is in fight mode. And before you can register what you’re doing, you’ve moved.

You feel the bullet, and feel somewhat hollow, and but its then you shift. Your skin grows dense, like concrete trying to drip dry out of a waterless tap.

Time seems to go back to normal after that.

And you collapse to the ground, heavy. From the hole in your chest, you know you’re bleeding onto the X-Force unitard. From what’s hurting the most, you know the bullet has hit your heart, right where you didn’t need a bullet to go through. But you took it.

“Bruv,” Russel says, shocked.

“__________!” Wade’s at your side. “No – what!”

You look to him, unable to articulate anything. From shifting your mutation as you took the bullet, you can only assume it’s taking up all your energy, all your will, and you can feel weaker. “H-hi.” You whisper.

“__________, you can’t die,” Ellie blinks, looking between you and Colossus. At the mansion, you never thought yourself as close, but here she is, breaking. “Call someone!”

But you’re focusing on Wade, with every second you have left.

“__________, no,” he says, pulling the mask up, so you can see his lips. “You can’t die too.”

You muster all your strength, and reaching toward Wade with your hand, you place your fingers on his chin, and your hand falls to land on his chest. “I…I l –,” You splutter, your heart rate fading quick, your lungs unable to fill. “you.”

It all goes dark.

---

Time is strange when you don’t care about it. He care deeply for it, especially since it’s what he works on. Lives off. Needs. But he says he doesn’t care, and that’s what other people know of him. They don’t know much of him. Like how he had a son, once. A perfect child, unaffected like him. It drove him mad, seeing the boy showing no mutant genes. It was when he and his wife, quite young, and quite sure of it at that time, decided to return this child to where he came from. Originally. So that it could have the best life for someone like that.

So, he had his wife write a note, and they wrapped the child in a scarf, and marked him in a way so if he wanted to, he could find the boy. And together, he and his child, went to the late 20th century, to a small orphanage in New York city. He chose a warm night, to leave him, in a box that smelt faintly of cigarette smoke.

After that, time went on for him. Forwards, backwards, his device worked well. Until that night, and then, he, in revenge for what happened to his family, armed himself with it, and saw it had only two more rides left. One to the 21st century. To take out Russell Collins. And one to return home.

But plans change.

Cable watches the young man fall, having taken the bullet. But it isn’t until he takes his hand, and places it against Wade’s chest that he notices a small mark on the inside of his wrist. Three dots, faded, yes, but, there, as if tattooed.

He knows those dots. While the X-Force are busy churning out tears, he turns his device, and in time – a fluid thing, really – goes backwards, for once, in a small way. Ten minutes, back when they were un-squashing out of the taxi together.

He does what he does, and shrugs when asked why he touched the younger man’s chest. He feigns indifference, and, well. The rest is history. Future.

Now.

---

You see it happening, perhaps, before he did.

There was the shot of the gun from that asshole, and the bang! of the shot itself, and well, you did what you did. Your feet move themselves, your brain makes you move faster than before. Sure, earlier today you couldn’t function enough to hold your own with your density vs. the tea cups, but now, your body is in fight mode. And before you can register what you’re doing, you’ve moved.

You feel the bullet, but, not as you expect it. Your body is tensed, your mutation had kicked in, but there was no feeling. It’s then you realise.

The bullet is nestled into the ground near your feet, dented by something. You’re intact. Russel’s intact. You frown, and look to Wade, and your eyes land on Cable. He nods, as cryptic as ever, and it is then when he goes to inspect his gun.

“I nearly died,” you whisper, looking once more to your friends, your eyes settling on Wade. Your adrenaline is still coursing your body, and it’s in a split second when you stride toward him, looking at him through the mask. “Wade, there’s something I gotta tell you.”

Russel gives you two a look, and moves toward Colossus, away from you too.

“You left the stove on at my place?” he asks.

“No, no, not that,” you shake your head. “Do you remember back in 2010 when we first met? In the alleyway? You stabbed me, but I –,”

He nods.

But you persist. “Do you remember all of it? Because sometimes it’s like you try to erase that bit, because you’ve never brought it up. You were with V –,”

Wade interrupts you, ripping the mask from his face that looks like an undercooked and under-sauced pepperoni pizza, and at once, he cradles your face with his gloved hands, and your heart stops. Not in the literal way. Because finally, it’s happening sober. It’s happening out of your guilty pleasure daydreams and wishes.

“I wasn’t sure if you remembered,” he says to you, as you break for air.

“Gross,” says Russel.

“Every sock has a pair,” says Yukio, no doubt holding Ellie’s hand.

“Of course I remembered,” you say, and kiss Wade forkin’ Wilson, the guy you’ve been in love with since that night in 2010.

[holy-hyuck]

High School Reunion

Asking your roommate, Seokjin, to be your fake boyfriend for a high school reunion is only good in theory - or is it?

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Like, a few swear words towards the end.

"Will you be my date?" you blurted out as soon as you saw Seokjin enter the house. His arms were filled with groceries, as he was usually the one making the two of you dinner, evidently just coming from a trip to the shop. He nearly dropped the bags, thankfully supporting them on his knee. You rushed in his direction, taking two of the bags and placing them on the counter in the kitchen.

Whilst he was gone shopping, you got a letter from your high school, reminding you of the reunion that would happen this weekend. The letter, of course, arrived late, so in reality, the reunion was tomorrow.

When your friend, the only one you've stayed in touch with after high school, called you this morning, he demanded you do actually attend. It was easy for him to say, as his life, even though rocky at the beginning, has taken a great turn. He now has a dog, a cat, a career in the dance industry, and a boyfriend who looks like a Gucci model.

What do you have? A job as a receptionist in a dental practice, where you have to deal with children screaming because of toothaches, and no boyfriend in a year.

You guess you could blame yourself. You were constantly busy; between the job, working on the side as a delivery person to save up for a better car and going back to painting, a hobby long-forgotten in your hectic life. Getting a roommate was Jimin's idea, actually, after he heard you wanted to save up money, and since he was friends with Seokjin - who needed a new place to stay - he gave you his number.

"I'm sorry...?" Jin started, clearing his throat.

"I kinda...have a high school reunion tomorrow and I don't want people to know I haven't gotten anywhere in life?" you rushed, scratching your head. "Does it seem weird? We'd only be going as friends but..." you trailed off, unsure of how to put it in words.

"Wait- You want me to go as your boyfriend?"

"A fake one!" you added in, just to make sure he knew. You realised you sounded slightly ridiculous, and told him with a short notice too. Plus, you were only good friends, but perhaps not good enough for him to do you this favour. He could also feel extremely awkward because you've only met a few months ago and you never even thought of dating him and-

"Sure," he replied, cutting off your racing thoughts.

"Re-really? Like, actually really? Are you-are you sure?"

"Do you want me to say no?" he asked, amusement clear in his voice.

"No!" you exclaimed, your hands shooting up in front of you. "I mean, no, I'd appreciate if you didn't say no." You gave him a sheepish smile, bolting to your room to text Jimin you were coming - leaving out the fact of who you were coming with.

You really weren't trying to impress anyone, you thought at first. That's why you opted for something along the lines of your usual attire; a white tank top, black jeans, laced boots and a bomber jacket. Jin wore a black turtleneck and a beige trenchcoat. In reality, you knew that whatever he'd decide to wear would look good on him, as it was him that was the best-looking part.

The two of you just exited the taxi, paying the driver and you spotted Jimin and Taehyung standing by the entrance. They both looked really good; but then again, when didn't they. You said hi to each other and Jimin pulled you aside for a moment, leaving Seokjin and Taehyung to talk with each other.

"You brought Jin? What the hell, (y/n)?" Jimin accused as soon as you were out of earshot.

"What's so wrong about that?" You pouted.

"That it's going to look like he's your boyfriend."

"And?"

"And he isn't. You can't play it off as being 'just friends'. Besides, probably half of the single people in there will try and flirt with him. It happens nearly every time I'm with him; men, women, teenagers who shouldn't know about the things they're talking about, you name it. You'll have to play jealous, besides, he looks too much like a model to be your boy-" he cut himself off, seeing how hurt the unfinished sentence made you feel.

It was true, though. He looked like a model, and yeah, so did Taehyung; except Jimin was attractive too, so the two of them just looked like the perfect couple. You were very well aware that with Jin's looks, his standards must have been pretty high.

And maybe you didn't think you were unattractive but compared to Jin... You knew he would never date someone like you. And you never thought about it either.

But Jimin - being your best friend - bringing it to light just hurt.

"I didn't mean it like that, (y/n)-"

"Geez, Jimin, I'm not gonna cry over it," you said, even though if you could just go the bathroom, you were sure a few tears would escape your eyes. "And I'm sorry I won't be honest out there, okay? But my life is probably the most ordinary thing there can be, you know? I wake up nearly every day at the same time, eat breakfast, go to work, come back, eat dinner with Jin, go to sleep. I don't have a job I like, I don't live the way I always wanted, I don't have anyone who loves me-" you stopped, sensing the tears that were about to fall, and you looked up to stop them, then back into Jimin's apologetic chocolate eyes, "-just let me have a perfect life for this night, okay? I'll go back to being a loser once this night is over."

Jimin gave you a hug, saying "of course" with a few apologies still rolling off his tongue, then the two of you made your way back to the two model-like men.

If Seokjin noticed your sad eyes and disappointed expression, he didn't let on, but Jimin definitely noticed the worried look he gave you. Jin placed a hand on your back, something you didn't think too much of, and led you inside.

Jin and Taehyung, although never attending this particular high school, were the sweethearts of this reunion. Be it their angelic looks, their charisma, or their extremely likeable personalities, but they made quite the impression on everyone there.

"So..." started one of your old classmates; the one who used to be a class president. "How are you doing?" she asked.

You were about to open your mouth to speak but another classmate cut you off.

"What she means is; who is that Greek god you came in with? Is he your boyfriend?" She looked back, eyeing Jin, who was chatting with Jimin. When he saw you looking, he raised his glass and gave you a smile. "He is, isn't he?"

You put your hair behind your ear, looking down to hide your grin, and nodded your head. You avoided looking up until you were sure the blush from your cheeks was gone; though maybe you were just afraid that you'd get caught in a lie.

And so that's how the night went. You lied. You lied Seokjin was your boyfriend; you lied about how much you loved him; you lied about the future you were hoping for with him.

You lied so much that when the night rolled to an end, you felt disgusted with the words that fell from your mouth each time it opened.

But everything snapped when one of your classmates was leaving with her boyfriend by her side. Seokjin's arm was draped over your shoulder, your back leaning against his chest, and at one point you swore you could feel his heartbeat quicken. You thought he would be a lot more uncomfortable during the event, but he proved to be at ease; about a thousand times more than you were.

"It was great seeing you today. Both of you," your classmate said, giving you a smile, and you knew that that sentence was probably on repeat for every person she's met today.

"You too," Jin said, extending his hand out, shaking it with her boyfriend's, before you could say anything.

Your classmate let go of her boyfriend's waist and hugged you. You were about to let go when she whispered in your ear, "I never thought you could score someone like Seokjin. Maybe you have more of it than you did back in high school."

She leaned back, gave both of you a wave, and - intertwining her hand with her boyfriend's - walked away.

This is what you wanted to avoid. Her. You remembered your first love, her brother, and how continuously she would remind you he was out of your league, but how you could try anyway. It wasn't until you heard him talking about his ideal type that you realised, it wasn't you. And all she really did was tell you "I told you so", because being comforting was not her thing.

This is how you imagined this reunion after you left high school; proving her how wrong she was, and that you could be with someone out of your league, that you could be somebody else's type.

Except none of it was real, and she was right after all. 

Forty minutes left until everyone would start leaving the reunion, and here you were, with a glass of red wine, out on the balcony, alone. You placed the glass against your cheek as you heard the balcony doors slide open, then close again.

You looked up at Seokjin, unable to help the small smile on your lips. "Having a good night?" you asked half-heartedly.

"Not if you're not," he replied, sitting down when you gave him a confused look. From where you were standing, you could only look down at his hooded eyes. He looked tired, but so did you; at least that you had in common.

"Then yours must be fucking crap," you said with a dry laugh.

"Why, what's happening?" When he looked into your eyes, they held sincerity. His gaze proved to be too intense because you looked down, tracing your finger on the ridge of the thin glass.

"I think I'm gonna leave early. I'm not having nearly as much fun as I'd hoped for."

"Please don't," he said, then realised what he said. "I mean," He scratched his nose in a cute manner; way too cute for a guy in mid-20s. "Just... It's not going to be fun if you're not here, you know. You brought your incredibly handsome boyfriend to show off, so what are we waiting for?"

You laughed, leaning on the railing, nearly dropping your glass, and you could hear Jin's laugh too. He was clearly pleased with himself for lighting up your face with a smile.

When you were done, you looked over at him and noticed him observing you with a smile of his own. You tapped on the glass with your finger, then placed it behind you on a wider part of the railing so it wouldn't fall.

"Sorry for dragging you into this," you told him.

"You don't have to-"

"No, I know. It' just... Since you're my boyfriend, I should be showing you off. That's kinda the point of bringing you here," you said absentmindedly and Jin's face fell. "Shit, I mean... I fucked this up, didn't I?" You sighed, rubbing your face with your hands. "It's just better if I go there and tell people that we're not together. I bet you could score someone tonight, besides...lying makes me feel bad."

You played with the ring on your finger, pushing yourself off the structure behind you but Jin stood up in a rush, grabbing your arm.

"I can't believe I let you feel so bad about something I've been wanting for weeks now," he told you.

"Huh?"

"I do wish you would have asked it for real, I really do. But honestly...even being your fake boyfriend is enough. I like it." He looked you in the eye. "I like you. So don't feel bad about this."

He gave you the sweetest smile, then brushed a nonexistent strand of hair behind your ear. "When I first moved in, I felt so foreign in the house, and in the town. Jimin assured me you were nice but I only ever had his words. But you are the best roommate I could ask for, and I've always been so fascinated by you, by the way you are. There's something about you, you know? You're just you but that's honestly more than enough."

You let out a breath, bouncing up and down on your tiptoes, unsure of what you wanted. Thankfully, Jin beat you to it.

He brought his hand under your chin and brought his lips up to yours. He gave you a prolonged peck, but his grin - stretching farther and farther - made the time between you cut short.

He pulled away eventually, and you almost whined, wanting to feel his lips on your for just a second longer. In fact, you could stay like that for the rest of the evening. It was far better than whatever was happening outside.

"You're right. Let's go back home."

Speechless for a second, you raised your eyebrow and smirked. "And what do you have in mind?”

"It's still not too late to grab a dinner, is it? What do you think?"

"I think I'd like that a lot," you replied, your hand somehow finding its way into his. The glass of wine forgotten, the two of you made your way into the building and towards the exit.

"Wait-" You stopped in your tracks, searching the crowd. "Where's Jimin and Tae?"

As your eyes kept searching, they nearly rolled at the back of your head when you saw them making out on a couch.

"I swear they're not usually like this," you whispered to Jin.

"Should we wait for them?" he asked, half-laughing.

"No," you said, looking at him. "It's our night."

And grabbing his hand again, you slipped out of the party unnoticed.

[maidenmelanie]

If you’ve noticed my spotty posting here and on Twitter, it’s because I’m dealing with a lot of stuff right now. At the beginning of the month, I was hit with the realization that I am not ok, and I really need to put in the effort of taking care of myself and making myself better because I’m slowly inching toward the age where my brother lost his battle with that. *deep breaths*

My first step is to tackle my teeth. I haven’t taken care of them over the years due to poor diet, sickness, and a huge fear of the dentist. I’m going to talk a lot more about that below, but I’m putting it under a cut because I know others have that same anxiety. I want to post this stuff because maybe it will help others to reach out, so I will be chronicling my journey to get healthy.

My dental fear stems back to my early teens. I lived in a small town, and options were limited. The dentist I was brought to was an older man, and I’m sure he was using very outdated practices as well. I was given silver fillings in some of my teeth (that’s what they used at the time), but the thing was that I couldn’t get numb enough. I don’t know if it was me, him not giving the shots properly, or just watered down medicine, but I could feel the drilling, picking, and fillings. The last time it was so bad I was shaking in the chair. I was never offered gas or any other type of sedation, so after that I just stopped going.

18 years later, and my teeth are a mess. My wisdom teeth need to come out. Those silver fillings are old and starting to degrade the teeth they are in, not to mention one cracked years ago and the filling fell out along with half of my tooth. So after much crying and stress last week, I took the plunge and made an appointment with one of the dentists in this area. My boyfriend goes there and the place looks like a damned spa instead of a dentist office.

I was immediately put at ease when their patient form had questions about getting numb and worries/anxieties one might have about the dentist. When I got there, I was nervous, but everyone there was super nice, and the dentist was very thorough and informative when going over my x-rays and explaining to me what he was going to do to help me. My teeth weren’t as bad as I initially thought, and a huge feeling of relief fell over me since everything seemed quite achievable in a few sittings.

So I’m scheduled on the 19th for tooth extractions which includes my wisdom teeth and that poor other tooth that once had a filling in it. However, he’s going to prep it for in the future so I can eventually get an implant down the line. I also have a few more things that will be done, but we’ll tackle that at a later date. Now for the sedation; I really wish they offered it via IV, but they sadly don’t. The next best thing was oral conscious sedation where I am to take a few different pills to put me in a relaxing state before they numb me up and begin the extractions.

I have to admit, I’m a bit nervous as I’ve never taken any of these medicines before, and I’m not quite sure how everything is going to go. I have to take a pill the night before to help me sleep, and two different ones an hour before I go into the office. The nurse there said they will hook me up to a machine to monitor my breathing/blood pressure and give me some more once I’m there, which should put me in this hazy dream-like state. It sounds great, and what I’ve read from people is that they are super relaxed, but I cannot help but be nervous. It seems like a lot of medication, and I think I’m also afraid of an overdose which seems silly.

So this week I will prep for my recovery time. I need to get groceries so I have some soft items to eat. I also want to buy two ice packs so I can alternate them for swelling. I will also pick up one more pillow so I can keep myself elevated as best as possible. Thank goodness for Netflix, though I’ll probably be sleeping a lot. I also have Life is Strange 2: Ep. 2 on my PS4 that I can play through if I get really bored. I don’t even know why I’m typing all of this. I guess it’s a mix of nerves, and if this can help one person take that step, then I guess that’s a good thing. I’ll probably write after the extractions and talk about that as I personally found it hard to find information about oral conscious sedation online.

If you want to send positive thoughts to me or helpful information for recovery, I’ll take it with open arms.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Jus In Bello- Part 5

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1,679

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated. I really want to hear what you guys think about this one!

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While Sam was working, you filled in everyone about what was going to go down. You handed a bag of salt to Phil and to Nancy.

“You guys can handle this?” You asked them.

“Yeah, we can,” Nancy said.

“Good. When you hear our yell, then you go and leave through the back. They won’t expect that.” They both nodded and left the room to get into position. Sam took that moment to walk back into the room.

“Get the equipment to work?” You asked him and he nodded.

“This is insane.” Sam sighed.

“You win understatement of the year.” Ruby sassed.

“Look, I get it, you think—” Dean started to say but Ruby cut him off.

“I don’t think… I know. It’s not gonna work,” Ruby glared as she stood up and started to leave. “So long, boys. Y/N.”

“So, you’re just gonna leave?” Sam asked in disbelief.

“Hey. I was gonna kill myself to help you win. I’m not gonna stand here and watch you lose. And I’m disappointed because I tried. I really did, but clearly, I bet on the wrong horse. Do you mind letting me out?” Ruby asked when she got to the door without stepping into the Devil’s Trap. Sam stared at her before sighing. He walked over to her and scratched the edge of the trap and broke the salt line which allowed her to leave the building. She opened the door and left the building.

“Okay, we need to get into position because it’s not long before they come through the front door.” You said and stayed in the main building with Sam as Dean and Victor left the main room to cover the back exits.

“All set?” Dean yelled so everyone could hear them. You knew Phil and Nancy would leave the building at this cue.

“Yeah!” Sam yelled for you and himself.

“Ready!” Victor pitched in.

“Let’s do this.” You muttered to Sam before breaking all the salt lines and the devil traps. You held your breath, waiting for them to start attacking but nothing was happening. You looked at Sam and was about to say something when two demons busted through the door, trying to intimidate you with their black eyes. They immediately attacked but you shot them where it would hurt. Although wounded, it didn’t keep them down. You kept shooting at them but more demons came in and you knew you had to get rid of the gun if you wanted to fight.

One demon charged at you and tackled you to the ground before giving you a nasty right hook. You spit out blood from inside your mouth but took out a flask of holy water and sprayed the demon, watching as it burned his skin. He let you go long enough for you to knee him in the groin before kicking him off you.

You quickly got up and grabbed your gun and shot at the same demon which brought him to the ground. You didn’t want to kill the people they were possessing so you aimed for the leg or the arm, somewhere not fatal.

“Go! Go! Go!” You heard Dean yell and you knew Victor was heading to the audio room where you needed him to be. You yelled out in pain as a female demon kicked you back and you fell into Nancy’s desk with a hard thump. You looked over at Sam and you knew he would need help but you were having difficulty helping him with a demon up your ass.

You flung holy water at the demons and cursed when your flask was empty. You grabbed your gun and used the butt of it to slam it into the demon coming at you. It connected with her face and knew the human in there would feel it in the morning.

You and Sam were backed into a corner and Jenna, the girl that Nancy recognized, climbed over the desk and stretched out her hand which sent you and Sam into opposite walls. You groaned in pain and saw Dean come into the main room.

“Henriksen, now!” Dean yelled but nothing happened. Before you lost hope about this whole plan, static began to fill the room and Sam’s voice filled the air. He was reciting the exorcism and all the demons stopped fighting and, as if all in sync, began yelling and tossing their heads back and forth. They ran to the doors to leave but just as Nancy and Phil were instructed, lined the doors and windows outside with salt so they couldn’t escape.

Demons all around screamed and tried to cover their ears but it was no use, the tape would keep playing. You looked at them try to escape from your place on the wall since you were still pinned to it. But you knew you wouldn’t be for long. Suddenly, black smoke began pouring out of the bodies and started to swirl around the ceiling. Suddenly, there came an explosion of light and the demons were gone and everything was still.

You slid down the wall and winced in pain when you connected with the hard floor. You shakily got to your feet and looked around at the fallen bodies. Victor walked out of the audio room and wiped some blood off his lip. Dean walked over to you to see if you were okay but you just nodded silently. The people who were possessed start to get up and the electricity flickered back on. The door opened and Nancy and Phil walked in with tired looks on their faces.

You sighed and leaned against Dean for support. This was all over and you won.

“We did it.” You smiled and looked at Dean who nodded back.

Later, as the survivors were being looked at by Phil and Nancy, you walked over to Victor who sighed, looking at his phone.

“I better call in. Hell of a story I won’t be telling.” Victor chuckled humorlessly.

“So, what are you gonna tell them?” You asked, meeting Sam and Dean by Victor.

“The least ridiculous lie I can come up within the next five minutes.”

“Good luck with that. Not to pressure you or anything, but what are you planning to do about us?” Dean wondered.

“I’m gonna kill you. Sam and Dean Winchester, along with Y/L Y/L/N were in the chopper when it caught on fire. Nothing left. Can’t even identify them with dental records,” he said and you smiled at him, silently thanking him. “Rest in peace, guys.” You reached out and shook Victor’s hand, Sam and Dean doing the same after you.

“Now get out of here.”

“Yeah…” Sam whispered before you three left the building without looking back.

“I’m ready to sleep for days.” You sighed as you slid into the backseat of the Impala.

“I violently agree with you on that,” Dean said before starting his beloved up.

When you got to the motel room you found, you showered immediately. Granted it was with Dean but only because he didn’t want to wait. After everyone has showered, you plopped on the bed and sighed, already feeling your muscles tense. Dean got next to you and you curled yourself in him. He pulled you into him and kissed the top of your head just as Sam got in his bed.

Before you could bask in the afterglow of the hunt, there was a knock on the door and Ruby walked in. Immediately you and the brothers were on alert. You sat up and she walked right to the TV.

“Turn on the news.” She said without a trace of a warm welcome. Sam sat up and did as she asked. A reporter was talking about the fire that happened at the police station.

“The community is still reeling from the tragedy that happened just a few hours ago. Authorities believe a gas main ruptured, causing the massive explosion that ripped apart the police station and claimed the lives of everyone inside. Among the deceased, at least six police officers and staff, including sheriff Melvin Dodd, deputy Phil Amici, and secretary Nancy Fitzgerald as well as three FBI agents, identified as Steven Groves, Calvin Reidy, and Victor Henriksen.” As she was talking, pictures of the discarded popped up.

“What? No…” you muttered, feeling guilty suddenly.

“Three fugitives in custody were also killed. We’ll continue to follow the story here at the scene, but for now, back to you, Jim.” She finished, letting another reporter take over. Ruby turned off the TV and turned to you, giving you the evil eye.

“Must have happened right after we left,” Sam said, tense.

“Poor Nancy…” you trailed off. You felt bad for all of them, of course, but Nancy was only a kid, or at least, she looked like a really young adult.

“Considering the size of the blast,” Ruby started to say and tossed you and the brothers a hex bag. “smart money’s on Lilith.”

“What’s in these?” Dean asked.

“Something that’ll protect you. Throw Lilith off your trail… for the time being, at least.”

“Thanks,” Sam said.

“Don’t thank me. Lilith killed everyone. She slaughtered your precious little virgin, plus a half a dozen other people. So, after your big speech about humanity and war, turns out your plan, was the one with the body count. Do you know how to run a battle? You strike fast and you don’t leave any survivors. So no one can go running to tell the boss. So, next time… we go with my plan.” Ruby glared before leaving the motel room to let you simmer in that.

“I killed them all.” You got tears, getting up and letting them fall.

“No, you didn’t. Lilith did.” Sam said and Dean got up to comfort you but you pushed him away.

“I was the genius that came up with the plan. I got them all killed.” You cried into your arms and this time, you accepted Dean’s hug and whispers of comfort words. This was all your fault.

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September 25, 2018: Paris Day 4

My dad was scheduled to arrive at around 10am in the morning so we decided to take it easy while we waited for him to get to the hostel. He had been contemplating whether to join us because he had a last minute dental emergency and wanted to calculate the risk before making a rash decision.

I was so glad that my dad was able to join us. My relationship with my dad has also been growing stronger as we’ve been more open about our thoughts on life. In fact, a conversation I had with my dad over a year ago had shaped me and inspired me to live the adventurous life that I do now.

I was just beginning to go on weekend hiking trips in Seattle and posted some of my photos on social media. When I visited my parents one weekend, out of the blue my dad said to me “It’s so good to see you going out and having fun with your life. Growing up I was too focused on my career and didn’t take the opportunity to go out and enjoy my life. So I’m just beginning to do that now at xx years old.” I wasn’t ready to say the same thing to my children when I was xx years old so that honest conversation with my dad inspired me to live every day to the fullest.

Not surprisingly, my very punctual dad arrived right at 10am and after putting down his luggage and getting changed, we headed out for our day’s adventure.

Even though it’s the most typical tourist thing to do and we tend to avoid tourist destinations as much as possible, I was determined to go to the Eiffel Tower and try my hand at snapping some artsy pictures.

Our plan for the morning was to hit all of the touristy spots since they were all so close to one another. We took the train to Arc de Triomphe and walked along the Elysees Avenue to get the famous distant view of the Arc de Triomphe.

We then continued along the river toward the Louve. It was a Tuesday so the Louve wasn’t open to the public which was the perfect time to go since there wouldn’t be too many people around. We weren’t interested in visiting the museum, but I wanted to see the glass pyramids and see the courtyard that housed the world-famous museum.

We were incredibly hungry by this point in the day so we headed straight toward Latin Quarter, somewhere we knew was guaranteed to have a wide selection of cuisines. Within 15 minutes, we were walking the streets of Latin Quarter looking for a place to satisfy our stomachs.

After a quick and filling lunch, we headed due north toward the river and back toward Notre Dame. My dad had yet to see the extravagant cathedral, so we were glad to head back in that direction. We noticed that there weren’t very many people waiting in line, so we decided to take a peek inside. Once seated inside, the pasta induced food coma set in and my parents both fell asleep on either side of me. Luckily while they rested their eyes and feet, I moved forward to the front of the hall, only to realize that a catholic mass was beginning.

I couldn’t help but reflect and realize how disconnected I felt while foreign words in monotone voices echoed through the procession hall. Even though the room was filled with people moving about, the room felt empty and solemn. Strange to be experience so far from God in a place of worship.

After leaving, we didn't have anywhere in particular we wanted to go so we began to wander. There are two islands that sit in the middle of the Seine river that cuts through Paris, so we decided to wander the streets of those islands.

There wasn't much to do or see, but walking these streets brought me a level of peace that I hadn't on this trip yet. The quietness of the neighborhood made it feel like I was walking through a still-life painting.

We eventually worked out way back to the nearest metro stop and began our trip back to our hostel. Satisfied with how much we fit into one day, I quickly fell asleep.