#but he is turning his life aound

[kangseluigi]

Dude is like "I am useless, I dropped out of Uni after 2 months and have never worked a real job, only online shit, I didn't do anything for 10 years" and I'm here like bitch me too tf I'll drink to that

[hearts4golbach]

The Night Shift.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader

chapter 20.

"Tara!" i screeched as soon as i heard her pick up the phone. "So much has happened. You need to come over."

"im sleeping over." she responded immediately, "Be there in 20."

"Okay!" i squeeled. it had been about 2 weeks. she had been busy with recording and miscellaneous collabs.

"See you in a bit, babe." she responded before hanging up.

i laid back on the couch and sighed contently. i took a mental step back to admire how my life had turned out. i was going on a date with Johnnie, whom I've liked since i first met him. Jake and Tara are my best friends, and they're just amazing overall. i felt cringe thinking all of this, but i knew it was true. i felt as if my life had become a cliche, which i had always dreamt about, but I never thought I'd feel this good.

Time had flew before i knew it. the aound of the front door opening tore me from my thoughts.

"hellooo?" Tara called out before walking into the living room. she smiled brightly and waved, her keys jingling in her hand. "Hey, pookie."

i smiled at the nickname. "Hi, sweetcheeks."

"So," she plopped down on the couch next to me, "fill me in."

i began explaining the incident with the robbery, showing her my healing stitches. i earned a few different gasps and faces from her. she knew i was living with jake and johnnie, but never knew the reason.

"no fucking way." she said as i concluded the first half.

"yes fucking way. scariest night of my life, and johnnie was there the whole time." i felt tears sting my eyes. i wasn't sure why. they weren't sad tears, but happy tears. i quickly blinked them away.

"Please tell me you guys are dating." she sighed, rolling her eyes.

"Well.." i smiled, "we're going on a date on Valentines Day."

"no fucking way!" she smiled, her hand flying over her mouth. "Is he taking you somewhere nice?" i shrugged in response. "Hold on."

i followed as she hiked up the stairs to Johnnies room, where he was trying to have a peaceful stream, and walked in.

"Are you taking y/n somewhere nice?" she questioned, basically scolding.

he rolled his eyes and turned his chair slightl1y to face the door. "Tara! im streaming!"

"i dont really care." she pursed her lips, "answer the question."

i leaned into the doorway, squinting to read the chat. everyone was spamming, asking who i was and all sorts of questions about me.

"Yeah, that's what i planned on." he flashed me a soft smile before shooing us away.

as we walked down the hall, tara grabbed my arm. "We're going dress shopping."

"i was planning on doing that," i rolled my eyes, "i just spaced it."

"get your shoes on." she grabbed her keys and purse off of the couch. "you should let me do your makeup for the date!" she squeeled.

i smiled, my bottom lip quivering from excitement. "i mean, sure."

we ran out to her car. she turned on her playlist. she has amazing music taste, by the way. we sang together before we arrived at the mall.

"So, what are we thinking?" i asked, "dress wise."

"Red, for sure." she smirked, "nothing cutsie. It's valentines day, you gotta get laid, and so does he."

"Oh my lord." i shook my head, "i highly doubt we'll go that far."

"Still, you have to look sexy. I'd be disappointed in myself if i let you go in, like, a light pink dress."

"Well, okay. whatever you say," i followed her into the first store.

we wandered around, targrting all of the red dresses. we settled on 3 different options: a sparkly slip dress, a slim fit dress with puffy sleeves, and a shorter dress with off the shoulder sleeves.

she shoved me into the dressing room. i tried each one, but the shorter dress with off the shoulder sleeves took the cake.

taras jaw dropped when she saw it. "That's the one. he will be drooling. fuck, even i am."

i bit my finger tip playfully. "Stop it,"

tara paid for the dress against my will since she had won the argument. we had to scurry out of the mall since it was late and closing soon.

"im going to get you so ready for this date, especially since its your first one." she began to list everything we should do in preparation as i grew more excited by the second.

we spent hours in the bathroom. we thoroughly washed my hair, making sure it was prepared enough to be (curled/straightened/done) well tomorrow. she cleaned up my eyebrows, as i hadn't done them in a hot minute, and they were starting to look kind of scary. i scrubbed and shaved everywhere, making sure my whole body was hairless. we ended the night with face masks and a movie, which was rudly interrupted by jake laying across the two of us on the couch.

"Big day tomorrow, huh?" jake teased, poking the sticky mask on my nose and wiping it on my arm.

"Get your fat ass off of me." i giggle, attempting to shove him off.

our date was at 7 pm. it was 6:45 pm whenever me and johnnie were walking out the door.

tara had done casual makeup with a touch of red eyeshadow to match my dress. whenever i had looked in the mirror, hair and makeup fully done, my own jaw dropped. of course, i had my own makeup and hair routine, but taras was flawless. i praised her endlessly, or at least until it was time for me and johnnie to leave.

i fidgeted with my fingers in the passenger seat, hoping and praying johnnie would say something first.

as if he could read my mind, he spoke up. "Happy valentines Day, y/n."

he wore a white button-up with black, unripped skinny jeans. the top two buttons were open, revealing some of his 'im not perfect' tattoo. "Happy valentines Day. you look great." My shaky voice responded.

he smiled. "Thanks, you look beautiful, as always." his eyes trailed over my makeup and hair before turning back to the road.

i blushed, turning my head to look out the window before humming a small thank you. our elbows were touching as we both rested our arms on the center console.

"Thank you for going out with me."

"what the fuck? why are you thanking me?" i laughed, looking back towards him.

he shrugged. "i just feel like i should."

"Well, dont." i patted his arm, "ive wanted to do this for a while."

"Me too." he agreed. silence filled the car again.

"This is my first date, by the way." i sighed, "in all honesty, im about to shit my pants. im so nervous."

his mouth twitched, his lips curving into a smile. "There's really nothing to be nervous about." he glanced over, his demeanor changing. i could feel how all of a sudden he got nervous as well.

he took my hand, intertwining his fingers with mine. "So, uh, what was the aftermath with tara and your stream?"

he smiled and shook his head. "Everyone refuses to believe im actually going on a date."

"thats fucking hilarious, no offense."

"i know. everyone wants me to reveal you, they want evidence." he trailed off.

"Do it. i dont mind at all." his hand squeezed mine tighter.

"i didn't think you'd want to be on the internet so soon." his eyebrows furrowed with worry. "Are you sure?"

"Absolutely. give me your phone." he did so, telling me his passcode.

i opened up instagram. at the stop light, i took a picture of us, our hands visible in the bottom of the photo. johnnie threw up a peace sign with his free hand and smiled softly. i smiled, too. i typed, 'Happy valentines Day 🖤', and tagged my instagram. i shut off his phone and handed it back to him, setting it in his lap. he quickly put it on, do not disturb.

we pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car. he had made reservations the day i agreed. we got in and sat quickly. johnnie admired me from across the table as i admired him.

a small smile formed on johnnies face. i smiled with my teeth, "what?"

he shook his head, "Nothing. what are you gonna order?"

"Oh, i dont even know. i haven't looked." i looked down at the menu, deciding on (your food of choice).

"that sounds good as fuck." he commented. "i think im just gonna do a chicken sandwhich."

"That also sounds good." i agreed.

"If you dont mind me asking, what are you looking for in a relationship? like, long term, or what?" he asked nervously, his eyes staring down at his hands as he twisted his rings anxiously.

"i do want a long-term relationship. I've never been one for occasional hook-ups or 2 week long talking stages. i wanna have a family in the future, too, because i know i can raise a child better than i was." i admitted.

"Me too. i talk to jake about wanting to have a family one day all the time." he finally made eye contact with me. "Honestly, I've never really met anyone like you."

before i could respond, the waiter came to take drink orders. we told him our choices, and he left quickly, beinging them only moments later.

"This place is really beautiful." i looked around. it barely looked like a restaurant with all of the fancy designs and decorations.

"i knew you'd like it, that's why i wanted to take you here." he smiled.

"i have a question." i turned back to him. "Why did you buy me that donut all those weeks back?"

"cause i thought you were really pretty. and you seemed stressed but you were so fucking nice to me." he smiled, and when i smiled back, his grew.

"i hope you know that meeting you really changed my life." i admitted, "i really had no one before you came along."

"You changed mine, too. i never knew i could like someone as much as i do you." his face flushed.

"You know, I've had a crush on you for a long time. It's silly." i looked away, avoiding eye contact.

"me too." he chuckled softly. "im glad you're here with me."

"Well, im glad you asked."

we spent the rest of the date sharing stories of the past and goals for the future. ultimately, however, we had to leave. with our leftovers in one hand, we walked out of the restaurant with our free hands tangled together.

the whole drive home, a comfortable silence filled the car. the radio was playing softly in the background as i felt sleepiness hit me like a truck.

he parked and turned to me. "wanna go out again sometime?"

"Obviously." i smiled.

[resi4skz]

Title: Be Mine

Warnings: fluff (drabble)

Pairing: Chan x Grace (OC)

Plot: Gracie starts seeing her friend in a different light.

What if life had been different if I wasn't a coward enough to stand up for myself when my dad was berating me in front of everyone when I told him I wasn't going to follow in his steps to study business? What if my mom actually had the decency to stand up up for me or tell my dad that she's been cheating on him for.the last 3 years with his best friend, Charles?

All this would've been different if I wasn't a scaredy cat. If only there was a miracle. I watched cars drive by, a drink in hand with the summer breeze flowing through my long wavy hair as I sighed, peering at my phone. A message pops up.

C: hey, you up?

Except Chan was the only one who stuck by me, stuck by my ups and down. Even when I fought him once over me telling him to call me fat because of my chubbiness and didn't speak to him for a week, he still left me sweet messages on my phone every day.

G: yeah i am

C: im coming over with pizza and company

I smile, walking back inside and setting the glass of wine down on the kitchen counter.

G: define company

C: me, hannie, hyunjin, changbin and felix

G: bring ice cream

C: with cherry on top?

G: channie, istg if you make another corny joke, im changing my locks.

C: :( so you dont want me as the cherry. Sheesh

Shaking my head, I put my phone down. This guy......

He's flirted with me before but it wasn't anything major. It was just....he showed me affection like a boyfriend would do to his girlfriend. But weren't anything like that. Sure, I found him very attractive but that's all it was. There was no way he would go for a woman like me. Chubby and unattractive.

"We're here!"

I jump up at the voice and walk over to the kitchen as Han came into view with Changbin trailing behind him. "Where's Felix?"

"Wow, and I carried all this pizza just for you to forget I existed?" Chan's voice comes around the corner, holding 4 pizza boxes.

Oh. My. God.

"You....you dyed your hair?" I asked, blinking at the color sitting on top of his head. The shade was brown, with hints of maroon if he was to stand directly under the light. And it was styled differently than his usual curls.

My hearts skips a beat and I'm suddenly regretting this whole thing about me not finding him attractive more than a friend.

"Yeah," he replies, setting the pizza boxes down on the counter and came around to give me a kiss on the cheek. "Hi, beautiful."

Hyunjin, who was standing on the other side of the counter, made a gagging aound. "Ew, get a room."

I roll my eyes and ignore him as I get the paper plates for everyone as Hyunjin and Felix join the other two, leaving Chan and I alone. Opening a pizza box, my hand freezes upon seeing a number and a name written in a sharpie, with a lip mark next to it. "Oh wow, she really did give her number," Han says from behind me.

"Who?" Changbin asked, grabbing a paper plate.

"The woman at the pizza place. The one who couldn't stop ataring at Channie hyung," Han replied.

"For the last time, she wasn't staring."

I whip my head at Chan, his ears red. "Sure she wasn't. I bet she wanted to get in your pants if we weren't around," Han retorted, grabbing a pizza slice.

"Come on, Channie hyung. What's the harm in calling a phone number?" Hyunjin chimed in.

Why......why do I hate all this? Why do I hate about a phone number being given to him? Why is my heart feeling like there's been an arrow shot right through it?

"Guys, just cool it, alright? I'm not going to call her," Chan says annoyed.

"You should call her," I hear myself saying.

Every eyes lands on me but it's his that breaks me in two. "You do?"

"I....." I swallow the bile down my throat. "I need air." I turn around and walk to the patio.

Taking a breath of fresh air did nothing. But I was glad I was away from all that. Or so I thought.

"Hey, what was that back there?"

"Chan, today isn't a good day to drill sense into me," I sigh, already defeated from all the drama today.

He sensed my frustration, and steps closer to me. "What happened?"

I tell him. About how dad berated me and how mom didn't defende me, as always. By the end of it, I feel his arm wrap around me as I lean against the patio railing. I turn my head. He's looking at the view in front. My eyes travel down his forehead, nose and lands on the lips.

Was he always tbis beautiful or am I just noticing it now?

"For what's it worth, you don't have to listen to them anymore. You make the life you want. Don't ever live the life others want for you when its the life they wanted." He turns his head and smiles down at me. Our faces were very close. "Your worth is more than that, Grace."

Fuck, my heart can't stop beating so fast. He chuckles. "Falling for me, Gracie?"

I narrow my eyes at him.

"Okay, I think it's time we go i-"

His word get stuck when I yank him back down on my lips. He lets out a surprised sound but his body immediately relaxes as he wraps his arms around me. Wow, his lips. "Gracie, wha-"

"Shut up and kiss me, Channie," I whine. I wanted his lils back on mine. My heart was going crazy but it became crazier when he slams his lips against mine, cupping my cheeks.

"Fuck, baby," he whispers, biting his lower lip. "You drive me crazy."

"That makes the two of us," I replied, my cheeks heating. "Do you always show girls see this side of you?"

"Only you."

My breath hitches in my throat. "Should I be scared?"

He throws his head back, laughing. "Have I ever made you doubt me?" I shake my head no. "Do you want to try it with me?"

"Try what?"

"Being my girl."

A/N: should I continue this or leave it as it is?

[mochinek0]

Daminette December 2022: 18-Alien

Jon came up with a great idea; He was going to shop in Gotham for the holidays. Metropolis was too busy and he'd likely run into his parents. Besides, he needed a gift for Damian. Damian wouldn't suspect him of being in Gotham and he probably wouldn't run into him. His best friend wasn't a fan of the holiday traffic and preffered shopping online. He very much doubted that Damian would be walking aound Gotham and would catch him in he act. He would just swing by the manor and surprise him with his gift later.

Jon quickly descended into an empty alleyway. Jon walked out and began to search shop after shop for something for his best friend. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw something that made him stop in his tracks. Jon turned and saw someone standing in front of a shop, dressed in a pink jacket. She had bright blue eyes and her hair was in pigtails. She looked so much like a real life doll.

'What is she doing in Gotham? Doesn't she know where she is? She's gonna get kidnapped!'

Jon quickly walked over in her direction.

"Are you okay?" he smiled, hoping to gain her attention.

The bright blue eyes that had drawn him in, turned dark. He never thought she would glare at him.

"I'm fine." she declared, "I'm waiting for my boyfriend."

'An accent? She must be a foreigner. She might be walking into a trap!'

"Do you mind if I wait with you?" Jon questioned.

He watched the girl take a step back and press her back to the store wall. She quickly looked down the street.

'Oh god, she thinks I'm a kidnapper!'

Jon shook his hands in front of her and took a step back.

"I'm not trying to hurt you or anything!" he cried out, "You stand out! I just wanted to make sure your boyfriend got you safetly!"

'She's so cute. It's a shame she already has a boyfriend.'

Jon saw her eyes light up, like a kid on Christmas. Jon turned to see who or what had made her look like that. He never expected to see Damian.

"Damian!" she cried, before rushing and hugging him.

'Damian has a girlfriend?'

"Jon?" Damian called out.

"Oh." the girl spoke, "You know him?"

Damian looked from Jon to Marinette and glared, "How do you?"

"He said I stood out." she sighed, "Said he wanted to make sure I was okay."

"Habibiti has trust issues." Damian voiced, before turning to her, "And I believe I expressed my concerns of your wardrobe choices."

"You're dating?" Jon spoke, interrupting what looked like would become a lover's spat.

"Is that a problem." the Wayne heir growled.

"N-No!" Jon exclaimed, "Just, uh, um surprised."

Marinette looked between them and returned to glaring at Jon.

"How well do you know him?" Mari questioned.

"Enough." Damian quipped.

"We're friends." Jon sighed.

"So you have stated over the last seven years." Damian announced.

Marinette turned to her boyfriend. He looked at her with concern.

"So....trustworthy?" she asked.

"Yes." he nodded.

Marinete turned and smiled brightly at Jon.

"Then, thank you." Marinette said, "Sorry for assuming badly of you."

'Holy shit! She has a cute smile!'

Jon could feel his face turning red as she continued to smile. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed his best friend glaring at him and reaching into his back pocket.

"Um, I'll swing by your place later with my gift." Jon announced, "Just dropping it off and heading home."

Damian nodded, grabbed his girlfriend's bag, her hand and led them away to his car.

The Kents' could tell something was wrong with Jon. It had been a week since he went to Gotham for a present and his mood had been sour, since.

"What's wrong?" Clark questioned, after dinner.

Jon groaned in response, throwing himself of the couch.

"Did you find a present or not?" Conner asked.

"Yeah." Jon answered.

"Then?" Lois pushed, "What's the problem? Did you find your gift? I would think the Waynes know to wrap your gifts better."

"I got a crush on a girl." he admitted.

"Ask her out." Conner sighed.

"I'm sure she'll like you." Clark smiled.

Jon sighed, "She's dating someone else already."

"Seriously?" Conner shouted.

Jon nodded, burying his face in the couch cushion.

"Is it a girl from Gotham?" Mr. Kent questioned.

"She's cute." he mumbled.

"I'm sure you can win her over." Lois commented, rubbing her son's back.

"I'd die if he ever knew." the youngest Kent whined.

'And I think he does.'

Conner rolled his eyes, "Bro, no one can kill us."

"You say that but-" Jon began.

"Who is she dating?" Lois interrupted.

"Damian." Jon pouted, sitting up, clutching the pillow.

"You're right." Connor spoke, backing off, "Those Bats have a plan to kill everyone."

Jon sighed, "Yeah. The others may have plans, but Damian is probably the only one who wouldn't hesitate to carry it out."

"So, what's she like?" Clark asked.

"Yeah?" Conner questioned, "How did you fall for the Demon Bat's girl?"

"She's cute and adorable, like a doll. She was wearing pink and her hair was in pigtails." Jon spoke.

"No way!" laughed Lois.

"She has an accent so she's not even from around there. I don't know what language she speaks; she only spoke English in front of me." Jon began to explain, "The moment I walked up to her, her whole demeanor changed. She glared at me."

'I wouldn't doubt that Damian trained her in some shape or form.'

"What did she look like?" Clark asked.

Jon smiled, "Wayne bill."

The rest of the Kents' laughed.

'The look was genetic.'

Connor sighed, "I'm still shocked that brat has a girlfriend."

"Me too." Jon groaned, "He didn't even tell me. I found out only because she was waiting for him and I thought she'd be kidnapped or something."

"What do you mean?" Lois quizzed.

Jon lowered the pillow, "I saw a girl, who looked like a doll: pigtails, bright blue eyes, wearing pink in Gotham."

"Either a trap or new to Gotham." Clark replied.

"Exactly!" Jon shouted "So I tried to help, but she glared at me and backed away. She was cautious."

"Civilian?" Clark pushed.

"I-I don't know." the youngest Kent admitted, "I never even x-rayed her. I was just sorta in shock that someone looked like that was in Gotham. Her eyes went back to normal when she saw Damian and he hugged her."

"Mr. No Touchy hugged her?" Lois asked in shock.

"Yep." Jon answered.

"Bro." Conner began.

"Yeah?" his brother wondered.

"You're dead meat." the eldest declared.

Jon threw himself back into the couch, "I know!"

"What's her name?" Conner asked.

Jon opened his mouth and shut it.

"I don't know. She never told me and he never said it." Jon stated, "He called her 'Habibiti', but that's something Damian has told me is precious names to his parents. So, it must be in Arabic."

Lois patted her son's head. Before they could blink, Clark was back with a pint of everyone's favorite ice cream. Jon smiled and reached for the strawberry shortcake swirl.

"So, what did you end up getting Damian?" his father asked, changing the subject.

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[nerdyfoxperfection]

This is Inspired by @swanpyart i will pin there art on my blog

I have been Writing this for a while. But this is the first chapter of my Holy ghost fic this is not Beta read so sorry For any spelling mistakes

Quick Plot summary.It's been three months since the events of the Musical and Grace chastity has been a hard at work. "Cleanse" All the dirty dudes out of hatchet field when 1 day the lords in black get tired of being summoned all the time.So they give her a helper that she knows very well from drowsy town Will her and her new Help be able to make peace after what happened Or are they doomed to fight forever?And rumors are going to round that the God Heard about Grace's Amtics. And is higher two people to get rid of her

I'll pray for you 1

The TV Turned on To the news channel where Dan and Donna. were sharing the scoop On the frequent disappearances in Hatchetfield As Donna said “ 3 months ago, Jason Cain disappeared the night of Homecoming 2021 Little did we know that this was not a one time event. 39 Young men have disappeared over the span of 3 Months And no bodies have ever been found. And nothing is known about this incident. If you have any knowledge of the disappearances, please tell authorities immediately any lead, Could bring the authorities one step closer To giving these families. The Justice they deserve.”

As we Turn to chris chasting on alley way with her date Grace chastity said “They're probably fine. People disappearing in hatchefield all the time. What makes these disappearances any different?” She said As her date turned and said “Yeah You're probably right”. He said as he put his arm around Grace. gasped in disbelief David. “ what is it Grace” David Said As Grace continued “we are only Eighteen You dirty dud”. “Oh, sorry, I”

“Save It” David Grace said As she pulled the Black Book from her bag. Grace “Calm down it's not that serious” when he noticed the Black Book. “What's that” As. Grace said “this is what happens to all those dirty dudes like you”. As she held up the Black Book and began the summoning spell. One by one's the lords in black appeared ready to send David to drowsy town.

As Wiggly said hello fwendy-wends and Begins to Sings with his brothers out of the Dpths of Hell and back. Us spawn from the plack and cover our souls with robes black and take up the arms of night. Nibbleline wants his sacrifice and Wiggly want his wrath we dance aound and pentagram and take all our Kingdoms back babbil the spell that gets it done babbie it on Command won't stop until all the blood is drawn the lords in black demand you summon US once, you US twice, you summon us for the Fortieth time la la la and you gambil It on a roll of a dice the devil has won it can't be undone the book has all but closed on your life

As a hall opend up to Swallow david hole

“hello Gracey you know where all Palywell's here but” Nibley I In traps and says “You summon us too much. We don't have time to play with are toys” “With you summoning us fourteen times a Month” “we have more important things to do” Grace said “What is more important than getting rid of these Dirty dudes” “well We don't have time for this anymore, so I'm giving an old fwendy-wends to help you with this. So we still get Our new. Toys and you get to get rid of all those “dirty dudes” wiggly said as he walked behind Gracey held her shoulders before quickly. Fixing his posture and snapping his fingers and just like that, the lords in black disappeared and in their place. Studied the shadow of a man that Grace has not seen in 3 months a man that would strike fear into the hearts of every nerd in Hatchet field high As he was shrouded in smoke

, max began to cough As max tried to dust away , the smoke Once the smoke had faded Max and Grace made eye contact. Max's eyes squinted and He clenched his fist. And said “so did you miss me Or did you just want to Torture me yourself” Max said “I don't want you here either, Max. But the lord in black are to Busy to help me anymore. So that's why you're here”. Max replied “I'm just you're bich now ” Grace said “l wouldn't use that language more like helper. You're gonna help me get rid of all these dirty dudes”. max asked “what if I don't” Grace Said “well, you'll probably go back to hell”

Max sighed and said fine. I'll help you but I'm not happy about it as Grace nodded and Crossed her arms Saying neither am

Thank you for reading this is my one of first fic so please leave Criticism or recommendations on how I could make my writing better Thank you again and have a nice day

[luciadiosa]

Enchanting mermaid

Part 15

Darkness. The darkness embraces him. and death greets him as old friend. On the brink of dying he felt a touch on his cheek.

her eyes opens. he sees a tail first. something swimming around him. then your face. not your beautiful human face. but your mermaid face wirh sharp teeth and golden eyes.

She cannot be real. she is the reaper in disguise of her.

Cutler closes back her eyes. ready to conceive his fate.

His body feeling not even anything. his body is cold and numb.

One drop. another drop. Cold. The flapping aound mixing with waves and the shrieks of seagulls.

His being feels warm upside from the few water drops. Cutler opens his eyes. is this...heaven? The hell? The drops has dissapeared and he looks in a blue sky with just some white clouds which reminds of feathern

His grey eyes running from aide to side. he feals his breath, his body aching. So he prepp himself up. It seems he got washed up on shore. the waves crushing some meters away at the beach.

He touching his torso. His clothings were still wet but dried up a little. He has to lay here for some time. Then in his corner of his eye he notice some movements.

Cutler turns his head and his eyes meeting yours. Still in your mermaid form. dripping wet as you got out of water just a minute ago .

"Am i dead?" he asks. This whole scene was confusing. "No." you answers. Your eyes full of emotions. Even...tears.

This time the lord doesn't hesitates and pulls you in his arms. He holds you thight against himself. "Please...never leave me again....You were the only good in my life."

Cutler burries his face in your neck. "I won't. i missed you more then my free life as mermaid but i need some days to be myself...."

Cutler doesn't move. "All you want. as long you come back to me."

You smiles and nods. You never loved anyone as much as him and he was sure you were the only one he loved. His wife.

The End.

Masterlist

Well, i am glad i could finish it in my vacatio . at least some. :) and i hope you like it.

I will correct the links in the masterlist as soon as i am home ar my computer.

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BL Prompts - Chapter 44 Links

Prompt from TroisZKG: Hi. May I request a sequel for chapter 16 in this series. Sky has that conversation with Prapai. AND some sort of reveal to Rain also. (Because really both of these are in his company the most and need to know what to expect) https://archiveofourown.org/works/46207009/chapters/129797767

Prompt from Lilystreet: After PE Practice, the twins Xia De and Xia En and Gao Chun are having a shower. Gao chun didn't realize the twins were really that hot after seeing their body. The twins then saw him staring at them and notice his hard on when Xia En suggested 'want a taste of us'? And then twins taking turns on Gao Chun. Thankfully no one is aound the shower room other than three of them. Gao Chun certainly had a great shower. https://archiveofourown.org/works/46255276/chapters/129866125

Prompt from UCC: And here is my nsfw prompt hihi: In the locked council room, taekyung suggested explicitly that he is good at guessing games. To which Namgoong suggested an 'extraordinary' game. Taekyung is blindfolded and he has to guess which one is fucking him and which one is him sucking on to between Daon, Shinwoo and Namgoong. They're friends here but up to you if they'll become bfs or not. Thanks!!!!!! https://archiveofourown.org/works/46231810/chapters/129930805

Prompt from Oyasumii: Do you remember Takumi-kun? If so could you write an aftermath of movie 3 where Takumi can have Gii touch him again, but not all the time, since his nerves/mind (?) aren't what they used to be before. It's a process and Gii still has to "work" his way back to the trust Takumi had in him before Gii started to pull away from him. Long sentence, sorry https://archiveofourown.org/works/46179736/chapters/129992980

Prompt from Stormborn_88: Oh thank you thank you thank you! This was amazing =) esp. with the aftercare! And I'd stay with Word of Honor as my next prompt, since - no offence to the others - they're my favorites. Due to the novel we know Kexing had quite a few affairs before he met his soulmate, so I'd like a story where one of them pops back into his life acting like a good friend to Kexing, who's equally happy to see & spend some time with him again, while behind his back he does everything to make Zishu feel insecure & like he's not enough for Wen Kexing. When Wen Kexing finally figures out what's happening, his old "friend" gets to know a whole different side of Wen Kexing!

I missed out the back half of this prompt! Sorry! I've been struggling with writing and missed it! …. https://archiveofourown.org/works/46279000/chapters/130054390

[mayxthexforce]

corruptedforce:

Anakin focused on a lot of different things. He really focused on trying to find Palpatine. He knew that he was scarred and the last time Anakin attacked him, he had pulled a large amount of his power out with him. Was Anakin a Sith? He asked himself that, all the time.

He found himself just basically thinking, what he did as a boy. He was just Anakin.

He was more than Anakin, though. He had power that he had never even dreamed of. His agility had always been good, but he was fairly certain that he was starting to have the ability to fly. Obi-Wan had told him, this all related to the prophecy, that this was what the Jedi Order tried to suppress.

Did he still believe attachment was possible? He couldn't. If he did, that would put people he cared about, at risk. Obi-Wan couldn't clarify what his full potential would be and the fact that he had the dark side too, that meant that there were a lot of things relating to it, too. He had done some of his own research on that. Apparently, there was something to making planets explode. He didn't have any desire to do that.

Sometimes, so many of his abilities felt like weapons. He was stronger than he'd ever been. He couldn't turn off his emotions, because if he did, that would let the dark side control him, more. He was a powerful force user and he had to learn to control it. He just didn't know how, yet.

Obi-Wan finally got back to him and he looked at the coordinates. Alderaan. He smiled slightly. When Obi-Wan relayed the rest of it, he told him to tell her he was trying and he'd see her soon.

He had been in Naboo, when he reached the message. Taking time to shower since he forgot to do that sometimes, he made sure to grab his lightsaber, before putting in the coordinates.

When he arrived, he put up his hood and took a deep breath, focusing on Sabe's mind. This hadn't been as strong before but it was strong now.

"There's a large house near the shore. I'll be waiting there." He then glanced aound, making sure no Jedi, Separatists, or idiots were around before walking inside and waiting. He still bore some surface wounds from he and Obi-Wan's fight. But, they were healing, like the two of them were.

It wasn't the first time Anakin did this. He'd done it often, back when they were... SOMETHING, and yet, Sabé had yet to get used to the feeling of someone else worming their way into her mind. She'd like to say that it wasn't easy for him to do, but that was a lie. He was strong in those Jedi tricks and she- well, she'd never really locked that door when it came to him, for whatever reason.

She was not going to think about the reason, especially not with him inside her head.

Instinctively, she nodded. Then, she reminded herself that he wasn't there, he couldn't see her nod. She had to speak out loud– or well, speak inside her head, to Anakin, after over a year since the last time they had been face to face. After he'd dropped his children on her without even showing up to do so himself.

Okay, maybe she resented him for that. She loved the babies, but that didn't erase the fact their presence in her life had been sudden and unplanned.

"I know where that is," she finally confirmed.

No 'hello'. No 'how are you?'. She hoped Obi-Wan had delivered her message that she hoped Anakin was well, because that was all the friendliness he was getting until she knew what this meeting was about. She wasn't angry, but she wasn't happy about the complete radio silence, either.

She looked back towards the babies, and the sight of them lowered her stress. Luke already loved flying. Sabé could tell he would be like his father in that regard. While Leia was just happy to reach for and stare at the stars and, when she finally entered Alderaan's atmosphere, the immaculate blue sky.

The sight of Aldera Lake as she informed the Alderaan air force of her intentions, plus her status as a close friend of the Organas, made her heart sink to her stomach once again.

Here goes nothing. Things couldn't possibly go worse than last time, when shed told him they couldn't keep seeing each other after he'd confessed to loving her, because Padme also loved him and she couldn't get in the way of Padme's happiness, no matter how much that hurt her own feelings.

She landed as close to the lake house as the trees allowed.

Luke wasn't happy to have to get out of the ship, but he didn't cry. It seemed they could both tell that she was not in the mood for them to throw a tantrum, and were keeping their displeasure about the situation down to pouts and being a little loud and wiggly in sporadic bouts, especially wiggly as she settled them in their slings: Luke on her front because he likes to snuggle, Leia on her back because she likes to look around over her shoulder —and grab her hair, but that's a different story—. But no crying or screaming. Sabé really appreciated that.

She reached the house and walked in without knocking.

"We're here," she called out once inside.

[moo-blogging]

Late night thoughts #37:

It has been raining since the night before. The air was cold and the bed warm. Levi woke up to the soft sound of rain patting on the window. He turned to find you curled up behind him.

It was Sunday. Hiding beneath the thick blanket, you were sleeping soundly. Levi felt light and peaceful. There were no burdens or worries in his mind. It was you and only you in his eyes.

He decided to sleep in with you, learning a new, slow pace life. Gently lifting the blanket, he saw your peaceful face with mouth agape. You used to frown as you sleep. He smiled softly, reaching out to touch your face.

His eyes landed on the plushie you were snuggling hard to your chest. A white shina-emaga he won for you at a fair. You loved it so much you held it to sleep sometimes. But now it was Levi's time.

He gently untangled your arms, careful not to wake you and removed the bird, placing it by the side. Positioning you softly onto his chest, he wrapped his arms aound you, snuggling into your hair as he inhaled your scent.

Casting a smug, childish glance at the innocent bird staring from the corner, Levi thought not today, pigeon.

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Here is a shina-emaga (or known as a longtailed bushtit in English):

[panbitch-com]

COMFORTING SIDES

Characters: Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Harry Styles, Liam Payne, reader

No skin color used

Pronouns: they/them

Warnings: swearing because c’mon it’s Louis 

Summary: the boys comforting you <3  and some shit because I thought it was cute lol

Proofread: Yes / No

Request: Yes/ No

Please keep in mind my native language isn’t English, so there can be grammatical or spelling mistakes :3

Y/N is standing outside their house and looks down onto the ground. Hearing the bird noises, the boys talking inside and the low music coming from the living room. Being the 6th member of One Direction isn’t always easy, it’s never easy to be in the world biggest band at this time. Social Media is getting on their nerves, the hate isn’t stopping but at the same time you can’t always see it. Having stress with still learning school stuff because well they don’t want to be dumb like shit when they’re older. Being able to still write songs and trying to find the right melody with right notes. Trying not to be annoying to the boys even if Y/N never could annoy them, they’re just scared. And still handling the thing called life and still having a private life isn’t that naturally. 

So they’re just standing outside thinking about what they would’ve done if they wouldn’t have been winning in the X-Factor. “Ey Y/N/N, you a’right over there?”, Louis shouts and looks over his shoulder to them. “I’m fine lou.”, they smile lightly and then turn aound tripping on their own feets. 

“Y/N/N, babes, what’s wrong?”, they sigh lightly when they hear Liam’s soft voice and turn around. “Li, I’m fine I promise. I’m assuring you.” “C’mere.”, he takes them into his arms and hugs the smaller person tighter. “Everything will be alright. I prmise shorty.”, he kisses the top of their head and lays his own head on theirs. “EY I WANNA BE PART OF THE HUG GUYS.”, Niall comes running outside to the porch. He engulfes Liam and Y/N in a hug and snuggles his head into the crook of their neck. “You smell amazing Y/N.”, they laugh and shake their head. “I love you Niall.” “I know, love you too shorty head.” “What? I’m taller than you!”

“YOU GOT A GROUP HUG WITHOUT ME? GUYS C’MON YOU CAN DO BETTER!”, Louis voice calls from the living room and hurridly they hear how three other people run through the door to Liam, Niall and Y/N. 

Ten literal minutes you guys hug and just enjoy each others company. For the first time in many hours Y/N can breath without thinking which of their tasks they have to do next. They are relieved, even if it just lasts for a few minutes, it’s all worth it. “I have to take a piss guys.”, Louis mumbles and Y/N lightly giggles. “I swear to god if you piss on this porch I’m gonna have to kill you, Tomlinson.”, Zayn looks at his best mate with warning eyes and Tommo just laughs it off and goes inside but not before flipping Zayn off. 

“Everything okay again, shorty?” “Yeah I guess, thanks guys.”, you smile and shortly hug every one of the boys and kiss them on the cheeks, “I love you so much guys.” “WE LOVE YOU TOO Y/N/N.”

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“So babe, what was going on earlier? Are you okay?”, Louis looks at Y/N worriedly and leans against the doorframe. “Just thinking about some stuff.” “What stuff? School learning stuff?” “Kinda.”, they mumble and look down at their lap where currently their notebook, full of song ideas, is spread across on. 

Louis goes over to them, flops down next to Y/N and leans his head on their shoulder. “Tell me about your shitty day, then I’ll tell you about mine.” “Okay.”, they whisper and grace their hands through his hair. “So, I completely don’t get what my aunt gave me to learn this week for maths and physics. The song we’ve been writing on, I don’t know how to continue on, the hate on social media when they’re always saying ‘you don’t deserve to be in this band’ or ‘go to hell and fuck yourself’. I mean I get why they hate me but seriously bitch don’t say it on the internet, internet never forgets. I never have time to actually learn piano, because you wanted to teach me and I feel bad for not making time for it and I always wish I could just stop in time and breath. Not think about anything and just being able to go out without hundreds of pictures to be taken.”, while they say that, they hid their face into his chest and Louis can just hear them saying the rant without Y/n being too quiet. 

“We got that, okay? I can help you with the maths and physics things but I’m not promising anything of that shit I’m gonna tell you is right. And because of the song, don’t freak out. Everything is alright I got one part and I would love to show it to you. And I don’t care when I will teach you piano, I just wanna teach it to you in the future. Don’t listen to people being jealous. Because they just want what your pretty ass has my little cute shit.”, Y/N giggles and smiles at him. “Thanks you small bean.” “Ey, ‘M not small you fucker. Okay now let’s get to maths, because I know we won’t do anything and then I will just have to call Liam so he helps you and we will never get done. So let’s give it a try before we shout for Payno.” “No wait you have to tell me about your day first”, Y/N pouts and Louis laughs and starts to talk about what happed today.

When Louis is finished talking and Y/N joked about things and made him laugh he reads over the insturctions and freezes in his tracks. “YO PAYNO, WE NEED YOUR FUCKING HELP.”

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Harry and Zayn are sitting on the couch and talking about random stuff till they see Y/N coming down the stairs with tired eyes, a too big hoodie on and joggers. “Our baby looks tired.”, Zayn says with a little smile. “Why aren’t you going to bed sweetheart?”, Harry asks and looks a bit tired himself. “Nah, Liam is torturing me.”, both look at them with confused eyes and raise their eyebrows. “I’M NOT TORTURING YOU. YOU ASKED FOR MY HELP!” “Math is a fucking bitch. I know why I hate it. AND YES I ASKED FOR YOUR HELP BUT THAT IS SHIT!” “MATH IS THE SHIT NOT ME!”

Both of the boys start laughing and look at the person in front of them. “We believe in you!”, Harry shouts as Y/n goes into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. “You both also can help and then we would be done sooner. And then we can make a small movie night?”, Y/N innocently smiles at the two boys and hopes really that they will come with them. “I will just do maths over my dead body.” “Rude. Anygays you two traitor I’ll see you in a few hours.”, Y/N dramatically goes up the stairs causing the boys to start wheezing. 

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Two hours later Liam, Louis and Y/N figured out how to solve the math task and they all finally go down the stairs to see Niall spreading out on the couch looking some random TV-show. “Yo, where are Harry and Zayn?”, Liam calls out to Niall who just shrugs while looking at the three peple in front of him. “Probably went to bed.” “I’m tired boys”, Y/N whines and lays down on the couch as best as they could, Niall still spreading out on the couch. “I’m just gonna sleep here because I’m too exhausted to stand up. Good night you losers.”, with a smile the Y/H/C went to sleep and cuddled to the Irish one. 

“I love this dumbfucker.”, Louis smiles and looks to his best mates. “C’mon let’s get them upstairs. Or do you wanna hear their grumpy talk when they wake up with  headache?” “Man I love them but holy fuck they couldn’t go the few stairs up?”, Niall grins and shakes his head. “We all love ‘em but gosh they’re lazy.” “I CAN STILL FUCKING HEAR YOU.”, Y/N grumbles and turnes to the side. 

I hope you liked it :3

[odetoavillan]

Training

     Maul left an opening in his defense as he spared with her, just to see if she would notice. She did, and her heel landed in his ribs. He grabbed her ankle, to push her over, but she grabbed his neck and flung her other leg around his shoulders. He tried to keep his balance but she grabbed his horns and twisted landing on the ground with him underneath.

         "Well done!" He grunted out a laugh. She panted heavily, keeping him pinned via pressure point.

          "You let me win." She huffed.

          "I allowed you strike me... I did not expect you to claim victory." He continued to chuckle.

     She flopped off him and lay on the ground, still panting. Maul sat up and watched her slowly catch her breath. His gaze slowly crept over her form. She always wore way oversized clothes, so when she lay on the ground was the only time her small frame could be made out. Maul had no idea why he looked forward to these moments, or quite why looking at her made his hearts pound out of sync.

          "You've got that look again." She spoke cutting into his thoughts.

          "I am pleased with your progress, my apprentice" He stated sitting cross legged near her.

         "You're still calling me that! It's been ages!" She droned.

          "Its only been 13 standard months." Maul snorted rolling his eyes.

          "Are you ever going to stop calling me that?" She laughed, poking his knee with her toes.

        "A master and an apprentice is a life time commitment." He stated as she sat up across from him.

          "I just thought we'd have at least progressed beyond those stiff titles." She shrugged.

          "At least? What more is there?" He questioned, scowling at her.

          "A lot!" She chuckled. "Friendship, relationship... I'm just talking nonsense again... I'll leave." She laughed face turning pink as sne stood up to go.

          "Sit." He droned. She huffed and sat on her knees this time. "Explain yourself." He ordered. She wiped her face and studied some arbitrary point just passed him. "Is the jedi ghost here again." He asked wearily.

          "Mmmh? Oh no... sorry... I was thinking... I just... please don't push me away... I'm not going to do anything ornry." She stated scooting closer to him. 

          "What are you doing?" He snarled, as she tentatively took his hands in hers. 

          "Look... I know you're having feelings that you don't understand towards me... I'm having the same feelings for you." She explained gently. Maul scowled.

         "Do not be ludicrous..." he started to hiss before she kissed the backs of his hands. "What's the meaning of this." He asked stiffening. Her cool teal eyes never left his amber ones. She put her hands on his thighs and started leaning forward. He started snarling at her.

          "It's ok..." she soothed, stopping her advancments and backing way slightly.  "I won't hurt you." Her thumbs carresed his thighs. He had seen her do something like this many times with agressive and wounded animals. He wanted to growl at the thought but knew it was true... he was nothing more than a thrashing wild animal, and she was about to tame him. "Remember when I got cold that one time?" She asked.

        "Yes..." He responded.

        "I'm going to get about that close... are you ok with that?" She asked, studying his features.

          "Yes..." He answered after a long mental debate. She smiled and leaned forward again.

     She kissed his cheek, leaning back to gage his reaction. His brow was creased, his nose and lips curled in a silent snarl.

         "What was that?" He hissed.

         "A kiss... it's a form of affection." She explained smiling lightly.

         "It's disgusting." He snapped. She nodded once and started moving back. Maul quickly caught her aound her biceps and held her close. He glared at her, a growl low in his throat. "Again." He ordered. She chuckled kissing his other cheek. He swallowed a strange vibrating in his throat as she lingered just a little longer on his cheek.

          "Maul... I don't tame those agressive animals... I'm not trying to tame you... I'm just trying to gain your trust." She whispered holding either side of his face. Maul exhaled shakily as she stroked his cheeks, holding her wirsts.

She kissed under all three of his fore horns. Never had any one ever been as gentle or caring with him as this human. He decided he quite liked this affection and her. He grabbed her tightly around the waist and held her as close as he could. She grunted as air was forced from her lungs.

          "You have my unending trust and loyalty, my.... friend" He vowed.

          "And you have minen my desr friend." She smiled brightly down at him .Maul chuckled, his frame starting to shake under all the unfamiliar feelings. "Hey... let's go read something together..." she stated trying to pull away. He growled holding her tighter, she grunted again. "Maul! Sweetie... you need to give yourself a quick brake... you're shaking, you're getting overwhelmed... trust me... and I cant breath." She urged. He quickly let her go. She stood and pulled him up by his hands, he did feel better but he wanted more. She bumped into his shoulder with hers as they walked. "Just like your training me for combat... you just need training for affection... I'm new to the whole physical affection thing too so we'll get better at it together." she explained interlacing her fingers with his.

          "Agreed." Maul felt an upward tug on his mouth but scowled instead. She laughed and hugged his arm. Maul the upward tug took over his features at the sound of her laugh, and he couldn't have felt more at peace.

[rhosgobelbun]

your post about dean getting off on sam getting off,,, has me rabid

also has me thinking about s6 soulless Sam and his endearing look to Dean being paternal and now I can only think about soulless Sam thinking, “I’m gonna wife him up, he’s already half way there on his own”

Rabid I say!!

Ok ok but think about this..... buddy Deans compared themselves to a gay couple. Deans compared themselves to many other famous heterosexual couples already. Dean is so wifed up its a little embarrassing.

So soulless Sam sees this and thinks, how can he use this to his advantage? How can he get Dean wrapped aound his finger even tighter than he already is? Specifically, how can he get Dean to hurry up and fuck him ffs soulless Sam is horny ALL OF THE TIME. And he'd appreciate it if Dean stopped playing stupid for once in his life. he saw Sam die TWICE. Shouldn't Dean wanna hurry up and get with the program after that? So soulless Sam decides every time Dean's out doing whatever Dean does, Sam's gonna start bringing men to the motel instead.

And first when Dean barges in and sees this he goes, "woah Sammy sorry didn't know you had company ill just...." and you know how normal siblings will turn there backs and look away, disgusted? Dean can not NOT stare. "I'll just wait in the car". And soulless Sam already told the other men this might happen so it's fine if they don't stop. So Sam looks to dean from where he's down on his hands hands and knees, rolls his pleasured misted over eyes, "Dean you can-" a sharp thrust has him gasping a little, "you can just go take a shower, we'll-" a light breathy moan and another gasp, "b-be done by then!" And the first time Dean high tails it to the bathroom. Trying to keep up his act. but we all knew he could of said yeah, no and left. But he didn't and he can still faintly hear those sounds Sam's making thanks to the thin ass walls. So maybe, "hopefully", he won't be able to after turning on the shower? (but he still can, thank god)

and well Sam really thought it would of taken longer for Dean to take that stick out of his ass, but this is a good thing because it only takes a couple - 3, to be exact - of times until Sam can finally do what he's been planning on doing.

Because this last time Dean stood by the door for a long minute. Dean licked his lips and his eyes got a little hooded and predatory and it was so hard for him to not ask Sam if he likes that, to tell him to take it, to push that other man off of him and...... and that's about the time Dean goes to take a shower.

Soulles sam notices all of this, so that night he moaned Dean's name so loud when he came Dean just could not fucking ignore that.

[justapoet]

Now I'm just going to project over my comfort character and create a headcanon that probably makes no sense (but I like it anyway).

So, in my head, Carlos is a writer/poet ― and a goddamn good one.

It works like this: he had always been quiet, although undeniably happy. He was never told that feelings weren't something he should give into, no ― he just never felt like sharing it too much, y'know?Vulnerability was never said to him as something bad, but he didn't really like the feeling of being so... Exposed.

But, some feelings were either too big or too overwhelming for him to keep it inside his chest, so he began to write tiny things, tiny verses, tiny tales. Simple things at first, as if seeing how deep he could go in the water without running out of air ― and then he just found out he could breathe underwater.

So, he would always have words at the tip of his tongue, and would kindly lend them to someone else ― he would never sign the texts or poems with his names, so he created a pseudonym ― to write, to say, and to feel.

(He never showed none of the texts and poems to anyone).

After he came out and his parents went silent about it, he thought that maybe it was better if he just kept quiet over everything. So, he stopped ― or tried to stop ― writing for a while, until he got to the point he was too scared of his feelings to keep them inside.

He kept his silence, but said everything he wanted and needed to say through metaphors, hyperboles, and euphemisms.

That's also something else about him: he is good with silences, and learned how to say what he meant through his eyes ― those soulful, brown, cow eyes of his. It's a way of being heard without risking being ignored.

He's also hella amazing with advice, for he creates pains and feelings and happiness to write about ― he also would pretend to be in love, or simply wish to be in love, to write love poetry.

Until he met TK, and things were too real to fit it in words. The tenderness, the caring, the understanding, the fun, the slow fall into those sharp green eyes ― it would get him speechless, breathless, and thinking that no language he could speak could ever define that reckless, selfless, perfectly broken city boy.

Carlos knew he was screwed when he wrote the first poem about a green grove that hid a dead-roses garden, and a old, beautiful, and lonely cottage.

He knew that was no way out when the cottage felt too much like home for him to ever dare to get out of the woods. And even more when the first rose seemed to come back to life.

Also, Carlos never told TK about any of his poems. TK knew he was good with words ― Carlos could always make him cry with random midnight love confessions ― but never wondered just how incredible he was when dealing with them.

Until this one night, when they both had a hell of a day and only wanted to be together ― TK fell asleep almost immediatelly after falling to bed ― and Carlos couldn't sleep at all. He was just looking at TK, so peacefully sleeping by his side, safe and so damn beautiful, and he just couldn't help but let it out.

So, he turned in bed, got up, walked until the bookshelf in their bedroom, and took out a notebook he would always hide between the actual books. Then, he got a pen they would always leave aound there, and made is way back to the bed.

And he just wrote TK down the pages.

Until TK groaned and demanded some affection, of course, which would cause Carlos to laugh, leave the notebook on the ground, beside the bed, and hug him close to his chest ― TK would simply get all over Carlos' body and use him as a nice pillow, and he would be the last one on Earth to complain.

The following morning would come, Carlos would take a shower and TK would see the notebook on the floor. Just because that's who he is, he would take a look at it.

And cry his eyes out because that's just... Art.

He would be just frozen, speechless beside the bed when Carlos came back in sweats and drying his curls with a towel. Carlos would freeze, too, and blush hard.

(the poem goes like:

[...] And, I offer you my time

And everything it can show

Because… I see you in flowers

Since it’s always beautiful where you appear

Butterflies always live in gardens

And they’ve been living in my chest since you got in here.)

At some point, Carlos would stop hiding his poems from TK, and the green-eyed man would fall in love over and over again for that man. They would never make it a big deal ― Carlos didn't know how to deal with compliments and the poems seemed to personal to be a subject brought up frequently ― but both would be forever grateful for those silences.

And, some nights, TK would just lay between Carlos' legs in bed, using his boyfriend as a pillow, and watch as the words drifted from the pencil to the paper. In the end, TK would always read it once more ― and whether the poem was sad, happy, or in love, he would always kiss Carlos with everything he had.

And that's just because, sometimes, the unsaid holds more than words could ever describe.

[dredgenshrike-defunct]

Quinn hoped to not see anyone at Zorya's place, only coming to pick up some things that belonged to her and disappeared in mysterious circumstances. She figured that with the whole rescue mission and with how much effort they will need to put into it, no one will be around to disrupt her plans.

She didn't have a helmet on, black hair falling over the Hive ornaments on her armour, a faint swishing sound as she walked, the robes living their own life seemingly on the edges. The clawed gauntlet from the Wizard's hand twitched a little.

After she stepped into the house, Quinn took a moment to adjust her eyes to the shadows, coming from full sun. Seeing a familiar tall figure in the room, turned with his back to her, she smiled genuinely, though was more than surprised. "Alpha? What are you doing here?" Her voice came louder than she wanted in the silence around them.

Alpha hadn't felt someone come in, as he came back from chainsmoking to try and ease the stress. The aound of Quinn's voice brought him out of his thoughts- and there were some...mixed emotions.

Some part of him was still glad to know she was okay, but the rest of him ran ice cold. This kind of freeze that extended to his very fingertips, as if Stasis put its claws into its blood. He leaned up slowly from what he had been leant over, his mind racing as he tried to think of how to address this situation.

He straightened up slowly, composing himself and using that clever little trick he had to mask his emotions. He turned, matching Quinn with a hard to read expression and even harder to read body language. "Hello Quinn. It's nice to know you're okay..." Alpha was Alpha though, and adding a snark comment was impossible for him to not do. "After dissappearing for...almost 2 months." He narrowed his eyes a little. Did it hurt a little? At first. Or maybe not. After he learned how she...abandoned Jax, he was perhaps a little bitter even before everything. Because Jax was the sun, bright as its beams with a smile that shone just as hard. To think that someone would abandon him so quickly in his time of need...

[australet789]

He finds her under the rain.

It’s not difficult to recognize her, considering she is the only person out of her house in a day like this.

Well, her and him.

It’s not a coincidence he is out as well. He wanted to find her. He knew something was wrong. All previous days she had been quite, her smile had been forced around them and she flinched whenever someone got too close to her. Specially when he got close enough.

It hurt him, but he was far worried for her than his own heart.

He asked Alya about it but she couldn’t tell him anything. She only knew that she was busy. She was worried as well, but if Marinette wanted to stay silent, she was gonna respect that.

But he was Adrien and he wanted to know. Wanted to help.

So there he is now, under the rain as Chat Noir, looking at her.

Her eyes are closed, rather peaceful. But he can see the tears and can hear the silent sobs that are coming from her.

Chest thighten at the sight, he approaches slowly. He wants to hug her and tell her everything is gonna be okay, but he knows she doesn’t need that right now. He forces his steps to be loud enough for her to hear, for her to go away from him if that’s what she wants.

And then he is right next to Marinette. And he just stays.

Because he doesn’t want her to think that he is only there to prevent an akuma to happen. It is one of his fears, yes, but he has come for her, not for a butterfly sent by a maniac.

So he just stays. And waits for her to do the next move.

And he waits.

And he waits,

And he feels her move. And he closes his eyes.

He feels her fingers brushing his hand. A timid touch, a silent plea.

‘Thank you. Please, stay’

And he does. Because he will wait for her a whole life if he needs to.

He squeezes her hand. She leans her head on his arm.

They are going to be okay.

She finds him on her balcony, Technically, she finds him on her sun chair. 

The sun is dying and there’s a bit of wind. The weather is perfect for a walk with friends. But Chat is sleeping. And he is shivering. 

She knows he is having a nightmare. She has been dealing with them for the past few weeks. She is familiar with the cold sweats, the clenched jaw and the furrowed brow. 

What she is not familiar with is the sight of her partner suffering, his usual smile tuned upside down, a hiss leaving from it from time to time.

She knows he his having a nightmare but she doesn’t know what to do. She doesn’t know why he is here, why he has gone to her specifically. Has he been waiting for her? How long has he been there? Is she supposed to wake him up? 

A whimper leaves Chat’s mouth. Her mind stops overthinking and she just focuses on him.

She walks torwads him and checks if he is injured. She notices he has a pink rose in one of his hands, most of its petals falling to the floor.

Marinette sucks a breath. He was really looking for her. 

She takes the flower and goes back to her room. Tikki is watching her while she looks for a blanket. Marinette knows the kwami is judging her but she doesn’t mind right now. Future Marinette is gonna take care of that later. 

She puts the flower in the same vase she has the other rose: the first one Chat Noir has given to Marinette, the one he gave to her as an apology for breaking her heart, when he hadn’t know she has been lying about it. 

Shaking her head she goes back next to her partner. His breath is erratic and his hands are moving aound, reaching to something. 

‘He probably wants the flower back.’

Quickly, she covers Chat Noir with the blanket and sits next to him in the space she can find. She brushes the tears from his face and, softly, her hand is on his hair, her fingers running through it. 

She doesnt do more. She just keeps petting him, hoping he will calm down. 

So she waits. Minutes, hours, she doesn’t know. 

When he finally stops shivering, the night is very much settled.

Marinette sighs in relief seeing Chat breathing slowly. She stands up and streches a bit before heading towards her room. It may be the weekend but she needs stuff to do. 

She feels a clawed hand brush her wrist.

Marinette halts and turns her head towards where Chat is. Eyes open, his usual green eyes tinted with red - ‘probably for all the time he has been crying in his sleep’- he looks at her and silently begs. 

‘Please, stay.’

She looks at the superhero and her chest tightens at how miserable he looks and how afraid and ashamed he is for asking her to stay. Marinette shakes her head and smiles at him. With her head, she signs him to make space for her. Chat is surprised, but he complies. 

The designer lays next to him and getting under the blanket she opens her arms and waits. She feels him gasp and he is probably wondering if he is dreaming or not. But she still waits patiently. When he finally understands, his eyes starts watering again and he burries his head on her collarbone, inhaling sharply, drowning himself on her comfort. 

She hugs him back, nuzzles her cheek on the top of his head and runs her fingers, again, through his hair. 

She knows she can’t stop the nightmares, but she is going to be there for him as long as he needs to.

They are going to be okay.

[spunkylea]

The furnace repair man

This story starts out about my cat, Oreo.  Yes, she's black and white and the runt of the litter.   She was small and people always thought she was still a kitten when she was fully grown.  But more about her later. It was a blistery cold March Saturday when my furnace went out.  After fucking around with it for an hour, doing all the things I had done in the past to get it running I finally gave in and called my furnace guy.  Well, the bad news was he was on vacation in Florida.  The good news was he left a name and number on his answering machine for service in cases of emergency. I called the new number and a burly sounding man by the name of Dave answered.  I told him of my problems with the furnace and he said he could be out in an hour or two. In about an hour and ten minutes I heard his van pull into my driveway.  I wasn't surprised in the least by his appearance.  He looked just like he sounded on the phone. About five foot ten, burly, and roughed good looks.  Built like a lumberjack and kinda dressed like one too.  Bib overalls, and a plaid flannel shirt.  He had a coat on, but pulled it off before walking to my back door.  I let him in saying, "you must be Dave".   He said, "yep,and you must be Roger,  where's the beast that needs my attention?"  I led him to the basement and he got right to work.  I offered him coffee or hot chocolate but he refused the offer saying maybe later.  I went back upstairs to make the hot chocolate.  About 10 minutes he came up saying he needed a part from his van.  Once back on the job, he had her (the furnace) fired-up and pumping out heat like brand new.  He collected his tools and came up from the basement.  "She needed a new fuel nozzel is all.  Should be nice and toasty in here pretty soon" he said.  "Can I use your bathroom to clean up a bit?  Then I'll take a cup of that hot chocolate, if the offer still stands."  I show him to the bathroom and poured us both a cup of hot coco.  Now, a small detail I forgot you mention is that my bathroom door has louvers in it to let the heat in.  You can't see through them but you can hear pretty much everything going on in there.  And after washing up, I heard him taking a leak.  Now this is where Oreo comes back into the picture.  You see she loves to watch me pee.  And if my bathroom door is not latched properly she just jumps on it and it opens.  Well, that's exactly what happened. Oreo pushes the boor open.  There stood Dave, bib overall down to his ankles holding what looked like the thickest cock I had ever seen in my entire life.  And let me tell you, I've played with, and sucked plenty of cocks in my day.  Dave was also holding his shirt up aound his chest, probably to keep from pissing on it.  So I'm seeing this man completely naked from the chest down.  Oh my God, what a sight!  He was so hairy!  Thick curly black hair covering every inch of him.  And that ass just jutted out begging to be eaten and fucked.  I immediately started getting  hard.  I ran to the door, close it and apologized for Oreo jumping on it and opening it.  But before I did, I took one more (what felt like a full minute) look at that gorgeous dick and ass.  Dave just chuckled and said, "That's quite a talented cat you got there.  What other tricks have you taught her."  I apologized again and assured him that I had not taught her that.  He just laughed as I heard him washing his hands.  When he came out of the bathroom, I once again apologized and told him how embarrassed I was.  Dave just chuckled again and said, "Hey, we're both guy, its not like you saw something that you don't have, right?"  I laughed and replied, "Yea, but yours is a whole lot bigger than mine and you're ten times more hairier than me. Not that I was staring or anything."  He chuckled again and said, "I caught you looking.  You liked what you saw, didn't you?"  I couldn't believe what he said.  I'm sure I was turning red.  I hesitated for a few seconds and then said, "well you sure have an awesome cock."  I could believe his next words.  "You've seen mine, now let me see yours"  I almost dropped my coffee cup.  He moved close to me and looked deep into my eyes.  "What would you do if I kissed you right now?"  I didn't get a change to answer before he grabbed my head with both hand and planted one on me.  He kissed me long and hard and we made out for what seemed like ten minutes, exploring each others mouth with our tongues.  He reached down and undid my belt, unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them.  We broke our embrace and he knelt before me, pulling down my pants and underwear.  My hard cock sprung out like a jack in the box.  He looked up at me and said, "Dam man, that's a nice size cock!"  He took the head into his mouth swirling around it with his tongue for a couple minutes.  Then he went down on the whole shaft.  I could tell this wasn't his first cock.  He knew just what a man likes.  He was moaning and groaning and really enjoying sucking my dick, leaking loads of pre-cum, telling me how good I tasted.  "Don't cum yet, I want you to fuck me, OK?  Dam, I hope you're a top."  I assured him I would indeed fuck him but wanted to taste his big fat rod first.  Well, that would have to wait because we wasn't nearly ready to give up on mine.  He sucked, licked and gobbled on my throbbing cock for what seem like ten more minutes until I was very close to cumming.  I finally had to say, "OK, OK, its my turn now."  With that he released his firm grasp on me, licked his lips and stood up.  I started to undo his bib overall when he grab my face again and began making out with me.  As we kissed and sucked each others tongues, I got one strap of his bibs undone.  He took the other one of his shoulder and they dropped to the floor.  Then he unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and pulled it off over his head.  I took a half step back to take in that magnificent masculine chest, and arms.  The thought raced through my mind again that this man could very well be a lumberjack.  His hair was black, thick and gorgeous!  I ran my hands through his thick mat.  Finding his nipples, I gave them a light pinch.  Dave shuttered and  threw his head back saying, "Oh, yes, my God, I love that.  Harder, please, harder!  I gladly complied and worked one with my right hand and the other with my mouth.  I could feel his enormous meat straining against his boxers.  Without stopping the work on his nipples, I reached down and freed his cock from its captivity.  It  sprang out like a rattle snake striking its prey.  Dave gave out a moan of delight as I grabbed his cock to feel just how big it was.  Now mind you, my hands aren't that big but I couldn't close my hand around that massive tool without squeezing it some.  I had to look.  I guessed it had to be close to ten inches long and nearly seven inches round.  I wanted to run and get a tape measure, but now certainly was NOT the time for that.  Instead, I just massaged the monster, pulling, rubbing, jerking.  We had begun making out again until I broke it off to take a nice long look at my new toy.  "Oh my God, that's got to be one of the biggest cocks I've ever seen up close and personal like this!"  I dropped to my knees, hoping I could take that massive hunk of meat.  I worked its head for a few minutes, showing him that I too knew what a man likes.  Then I took the plunge.  Slowly taking an inch or so at a time until I had all but a couple of inches left.  I knew if I tried to take it all I'd gag.  I could tell Dave was enjoying my work by the wonderful grunts and moans he was making.  He grabbed my head and started skull fucking me.  Thrusting that amazing dick in me just far enough not to gag me.  "Dam man, I can't believe you can take it all.  You suck cock like a pro!  You could really make me cum any time now!"   After a few more minutes he said, "Ok, can you fuck me now?"  I said, "Yes, that sure sounds like a wonderful idea."  We striped the rest of our close off leaving them in a pile on my kitchen floor.  I led Dave to my bedroom.  He laid on his back on my bed.  "How do you want me?" he ask.  I said, "You just lay there and let me do all the work."   "Wow, a man who likes to take charge, I can get into that."   Climbing on top of him, I started making out with him, then slowly and taking my time worked down  to his neck.  From his neck I went to his left arm pit, sucking, licking and biting.  Dave is moaning with pleasure and said, "Man, you really know how to please a guy, I can't wait till you mount me and fuck the hell out of me."  "We'll get there man, just enjoy the ride", I answered.  Pits to nips, first one then the other.  I thought he was going to cum he was enjoying the trip I was taking him on so fucking much.  Ever so slowly I headed south, stopping to kiss, lick, and suck every few inches.  When I arrived a my first destination he was pouring pre-cum by the ton.  I didn't waste any time lapping it up and paying some special attention to that magnificent cock head.  I didn't want him to cum so I only worked his dick for a short time before paying some much need attention to his balls.  Hadn't mentioned it before but he has some very nice low hangers, very size proportional to his massive cock.  And I love playing with another man's balls.  I grab a pillow from the side of the bed and shoved it under him, propelling his fuck hole up where I could get at it better and lifting him up to get at that those perfectly shaped mounds of ass. "Oh my God, please fuck me now Roger, I can't wait any longer" he practically screamed.  I said,"I got to lube you up some first."  And began eating his ass.  Now I won't give away any of my secrets but I've learned a few tricks about eat ass and I used every one of them on Dave.  I was just about ready to go for the gold when I remembered one more move I just had to entice him with.  I scooted up close and started rubbing his cock with mine, taking them both in one hand and jerking us both.  We were both making so much pre cum it was getting very intense.  Time to give this man what he's begged for almost from the time he arrived.  I placed the head of my rod against his hole rubbing it.  I thought he was going to go insane.  Dave moved his ass up and down trying to force me inside.  But, as he had said, I was in charge of this fuck fest.  Slowly, I entered him with just my cock head.  In out, in out, teasing this hot masculine stud.  Knowing that I was driving him wild and that once I penetrated him completely he would love every minute of it and I wanted to prolong this great sensation for as long as possible.  Finally, even I couldn't take it any longer and I drove in slow but deep.  Dave let out a loud moan and said, "Oh fuck yes, fuck me, fuck me Roger!  Dam you, you've made me wait so long!"   I pumped my seven incher slowly at first while he jerked himself.  I pushed his hand away from his dick so I could jerk him, although I wasn't about to let him cum anytime soon.  After a few minutes I picked up the pace, faster and faster, while Dave moan and groan with ecstasy.  Then I stopped.  I think he thought I had cum but I wanted to ask him a question.  Weird you're thinking.  "So Mr. furnace repairman, do you ever top"?  I asked.   "Oh fuck yea, I do, he answered, if you think you can take it!"    "Oh, I'll take as much as I can, but I don't think any of it will go to waste.  So you're going to fuck me too, right?"  "If that's what you want, I will."  We flip fucked for about two hours and I came three times and Dave said he did too.  We decided to keep in touch