#but now I've seen how stupidly big the doors are I will never not know

[alienducky]

Ok so I was playing with models in CSP so I could work out the basis for a picture I want, and I'd forgotten how stupidly big the doors in this game are

Especially when you consider the models are way too big there

The door handles should be just above their elbows

Why is this place so big???? Why did they build all the doorways big enough to fit dragons through??????

Why Rhea, WHY?!?!?

[stalkedbytrains]

A Dark Revelation Returns

The villain's lair, even by current standards, was trash. Some stupid fortified bunker underneath an abandoned warehouse. Absolutely no class. No style.

Shit security.

She walked up to the entrance. Hands in her pockets, didn't do anything besides walk confidently towards the hidden door.

Finding the location was a bit of a trick, she had had to call in a few favors and markers that she was sure were going to cost her later.

One flunky came out with a gun. "Stop! Who's there? What are you doing here?"

She didn't stop, but she did take her hands out of her pockets to show that she was unarmed.

Funny how there have been people with superpowers for a long time now, and the motion of showing you were unarmed still carried so much weight with people. It was an ingrained motion, hidden deep in the DNA.

"Sorry. I'm looking for my husband."

"We don't have anyone here. Get lost."

Only six. Not nearly enough.

"I'm sorry! Really! I think I may have gotten lost! This whole area is quite big and you know me I have like, no sense of direction," she said. Her voice changed. Higher, a bit more shrill. Ditzy. 27 was much better. The guard is shifting his weight awkwardly. Just a few more words to sink the hook.

"You sure he's not here? Did someone else bring him in and just... didn't tell you? My friends don't tell me things, like, all the time."

53. Much better. He's listening now. He's sweating a little bit.

Her power was starting to really sink in.

"I mean... I was told he was here by people that would know. If you don't know that he's here. What else don't you know? What else are they lying to you about?"

She watched the words sink in. Another 33 words. He was enthralled by the power and the paranoia was taking hold.

"You don't think... no... they're not planning on... well, you know," she said with too many words. More words than were necessary. She could have just said that they were planning on killing him. But that was too easy, and she needed to be wordy.

The guard took a step backwards.

"I... uh... maybe."

Too late. 86 words in a row were more than enough for her power to kick in. The fear had him.

"I would leave if I were you. Run while you can. Before they find you," she said, her voice back to normal, lower, more menacing and controlled.

The guard didn't need telling twice. Not when he was fully under her control.

He dropped the gun and ran. He ran as fast as he could.

"Wow, I've never seen a man run so... stupidly. What terrible form. Jesus," she said as she watched him run with a weird fascination. "Huh."

From there she entered the secret villain base.

It was drab, boring, and so so dull. It was gunmetal gray and looking like it was taken straight from the set of a D-list action movie from 30 years ago.

She ran into a couple of mooks, random goons for this villain. But she was already on a roll with her powers. The guard outside was a nice warm up. All she had to do was offer a quick explanation, no more than 15 words or so, uninterrupted, and she had them dancing to her tune.

-[x]-

The mission had been successful. The Union required a couple of heroes to be out of commission for a few days. They had a big mission planned in the next 48 hours and there needed to be specific people in place at specific points, and can't have the over enthusiastic heroes doing their jobs in the wrong spot.

Black Charles was pleased with himself. He managed to snag the hero Gaia's Grace almost without effort. As soon as the big Supervillain Union plan happened, he was sure that he was going to get promoted up to be closer to the big leagues.

Maybe even participate in the next big Villainy.

He was ready. And he proved it.

Black Charles walked into his main office and there was someone sitting at his desk. Her feet were up on his desk and she was just idly twirling a pen in her hand.

She was totally unassuming.

"Well well well. Black Charles was it?" she said.

"Who are you? How did you get in here?" the villain demanded. His powers started to bristle against his skin.

"That's a question for later. First, I need to ask you something: do you have someone in your life that makes you want to be better? Someone that you look at with fondness and joy and decide that you will be better to be the person that they want you to be?"

Black Charles, what an awful name for a villain, faltered. He knew better than to attack someone who just seemingly appeared in his lair without so much as a shot fired or an explosion. "No. I am my own man. I strive for perfection because I am and will be the best."

The woman frowned. She was still spinning the pen in her hand, it moved quickly and precisely despite the fact that she wasn't paying it the slightest bit attention. "How sad. How lonely for you. See, I found that person. They are not the greatest hero in the world, nor the strongest. But they are the best. The brightest. They're so goddamn good that they just inspire everyone around them, even me, even me with all the crime and evil that stain my hands. They love me, and for them I would do anything. Even retire." He lets her monologue. She loved a good monologue. All villains love a good monologue. "I own a flower shop now. We have two cats: Missile Launcher and Bartholemeow."

Black Charles started to shift nervously. He still hadn't figured out who she was yet. Which meant she really needed to thank the people who set up her retirement package. But the nervousness meant her power was working.

"Now you've taken the person that is my whole reason for nothing being a terrible murderous villain anymore and I'm having some trouble reigning in my old tendencies. I mean, you know what they say about old habits. So how about we do an even trade? You give me back my spouse, and I tell you how I got in."

Black Charles was starting to get really antsy, scratching at phantom itches. "I want you out of here."

"Or what? You can't stop me. You didn't even know I was here. You don't even know who I am."

"Fine! Deal! Deal!" He pulls out a small comm unit that looked like a walkie-talkie which she found very funny but couldn't laugh about it now. If she laughed it would break the hold her power had over him. "Release the prisoner!"

"But... boss!" came the voice on the other end.

"DO IT!" Black Charles yelled.

"Good," she said. "Now, you never figured out who I am. I don't want to spoil that surprise, I'll let you figure it out on your own. But I will say that spreading fear and paranoia is my stock and trade, and people make lots of very stupid decisions when they act out of extreme paranoia. So did the guards forget to leave the doors locked? Did someone do it deliberately? Are all of your goons and mooks trying to undermine you by letting me in? Who can say? But you really shouldn't have let me talk for this long."

The longer she talked, the more words she could string together without stopping the stronger the sense of fear and paranoia she can instill in the people who hear her. And Black Charles really just let her go. The only person to ever stop her was her husband who constantly interrupted her and asked a lot of truly valid and intelligent questions.

But Black Charles was deep within the throes of her power and was probably going to terminate some of his henchmen's contracts. That wasn't her problem. She got up, strode out of the room with confidence as the paranoia burrowed deep within the substandard villain, and got her spouse out of the small prison cell.

"Hey honey, let's go home."

"We gotta feed Missile Launcher, I'm sure she's super upset with us."

She tried very hard to stifle a laugh. "Of course. But now is not the time for you to be so disarmingly charming love."

"I am what I am," he said as he leaned on her a little bit too much.

As they left the lair together, her husband turned to her. "You're distant, what are you thinking about?"

She frowned. "I think I'm going to have to do some favors."

"You're not going to..."

"No. No more costumes and fights for me. But I can't let this just go. The villains have gotten out of control. I can't believe I'm going to say this. Fucking Adrienne was right."

"How so?"

"This whole thing was set up to keep you from doing your job and protecting people. So that the villains can succeed in something in the next two days."

Her husband didn't say anything. He knew his wife better than to argue.

She pulled out a cellphone as they got to her car.

"Adrienne. It's Dark Revelation. Yeah. I'm in," she said. "Oh don't sound so smug. I'm not putting on a costume and I'm not going around causing the terror that I used to. But these idiots tried to take out my husband and I won't let that stand."

my kofi

[mm-275]

MEANINGFUL CONVERSATIONS / SPENCER REID

Request: no

tw: none i think?

you probably would've joined after him, but omg you walked in and he was like omg smash

but he was soooo quiet and lowkey highkey wanted to talk to you, but didn't know how (he did he was just hella nervous)

you thought he hated you cause he would never talk to you

"good morning reid! how are you?"

"yeah 🫠"

EVERYONE could tell spence had a little thing for you except for you

penny made it her life goal to set you two up, and she roped derek in to help aswell

well girls night happens (it was just you and penny) and penny is trying to convince you that no, spencer reid does not hate your guts

"he doesn't hate you y/n! he's just nervous"

"penny i've had more meaningful conversations with hotch than i've had overall conversations with reid" 🧍

so you did have reason to think reid hates you, but derek is working his ass off trying to get him to talk to you (and to hopefully ask you out)

"just... what if she says no? i mean we havent talked, much and she might not even want to hang out as friends..."

"didn't she buy you and JUST you a coffee the other day? and didn't she go out of her way to find out your favorite donut when she bought them?"

"yeah 😔"

he FINALLY pulls his big boy pants up after they finish up a case in new york, and they were staying an extra night cause it was like 10 pm and nobody wants to sleep on a plane.

everybody is leaving the police station and getting in their respective vehicles

you were about to get in with elle, but derek takes your place so now you're happily stuck with spencer.

your palms were sweaty and there was this awkward silence

you finally say something, to be able to (hopefully) rid of all of this tension, and to maybe? get him to not "hate" you anymore.

"sooo... this case was pretty tough huh?"

"yeah, gender really changes the profile. you could get so far with the idea of it being a man but it could end up being a woman and changing the whole thing.."

and he goes on a little rant about a case where they got the wrong profile and it messed them up completely

you were pretty quiet, so when he realizes halfway through that he's been ranting, he looks over expecting to see you ignoring it, but no, you were staring at him, and you looked... interested?

"what happened next?"

he blushed so hard and smiled to himself, continuing his little rant. most people just cut him off, it was a nice change for someone to listen and want to.

thought about that moment continuously, could not get it off his mind, was 100% smiling stupidly to himself while doing things like brushing his teeth and changing.

could not stand it anymore, he HAD to ask you out (this sudden urge of confidence was led on by the fact it was almost midnight)

knocks on your hotel door and is bouncing on his feet, he's so nervous and is now realizing it's so late so he starts to go to walk back to his room when you open the door and he's like 'shit wtf do i do this is so weird'

then he looks like you, and he's rendered speechless. like yes, he's seen you before but you're always in your professional attire, you look so domestic right now and he feels like he's going to melt.

"reid? what are you doing up? are you ok?"

poor baby feels so bad that he's made you worried but you're worried??

"um, well, i don’t know how to say this but doyouwannagooutwithmeplease”

like babe slow DOWN i cannot understand you 😭

“what” 🧍

“do you wanna go to a coffee shop with me when we get back”

spoiler alert, you said yes 🤭

the second he left you called up penny

“wtf do you want i’m sleeping”

“PENNY HE ASKED ME OUT”

“WHAT”

y’all stayed up all night going over it about 20 times (it wasn’t even a 5 minute interaction) and ended up with the same amount of sleep you would've gotten on the jet

thank god the next day is saturday. penny came over at 10 to make you get up and ready for your date at 1.

he shows up in a brown sweater, some boyfriend jeans, and some converse and u were like 🤭🤭

you're so glad penny helped you with your outfit because you guys matched a little bit

you guys order some coffee and food and just talk and hang out

he's so sweet and wants to learn so much about you and you wanna learn so much about him so it feels like an interview at first but you guys then start to flow better and suddenly you guys never want to leave

after an hour and a half you guys leave the coffee shop, but continue to just walk around and talk

he walks you to your car at around 4:30 and hugs you goodbye and you're like what 😨😨 he hates physical contact

its got both you and him all giddy

everyone in the bau on monday can tell that somethings happened because spencer isn't terrified to go near you and you guys are actually conversing

the bau is very relieved because FINALLY you guys can talk to each other and its not awkward

[theshippirate22]

Ben Marriott sat in his car in the parking lot for twenty-three minutes.

A truck pulled up in the spot next to him and he startled, scrambling out of the front seat and groping along his key chain for the remote to lock the door.

The automatic doors parted helpfully and the cashier at the front acknowledged him, sort of, before turning back to her magazine and chewing dramatically on her gum.

It smelled like he remembered from the last time he'd been there, about four months ago. His Docs made an ungodly sound on the tile and the fluorescent lights felt like they might be trying to fry him. He glanced up and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirrors that leered down from the back of the store and he paused, just a for a moment, to fix his hair in the distorted reflection.

"If I wanted to know what idiots thought, I'd ask you."

Ben swallowed. That was her. She always talked so goddamn loud; he could hear her before he even turned the corner.

"If I cared what you though, I'd be hurt."

"Yeah, yeah. Go eat a pretzel and die or whatever old person shit you do when I'm not around."

Ben smiled involuntarily at the sight of her as he strode very coolly to the counter. "You know, if I couldn't hear you two fighting, I'd think I was in the wrong place."

Lyn grinned and swept her bang out of her face, peering over her shoulder at Hunter. "That's about to be the case. He's leaving the end of the month. Got a fancy big boy job and everything."

Hunter rolled his eyes, and went back to shoving prescriptions in the designated bins.

"Hey, that's awesome, man! Congrats," Ben chuckled genuinely. "End of an era."

Hunter nodded and returned his smirk.

Lyn was distracted by the technique- or lack thereof- of Hunter's filing, because she instantly went after him to fix his work, snapping harmlessly "What did I say about the shoving? Good God, how hard is it...? Lydia!"

Another woman, a new one, came around from the back and instantly started to get after Hunter too, which meant Lyn could turn her attention back to Ben on the other side of the counter.

"Sorry," she laughed, waving them off. "It's been a minute since I've seen you."

"Yeah, I ended up moving my testosterone..." Ben answered nervously. "'Cause you guys never had it, you know."

"That's probably for the best." She switched through some screens on her computer. "I don't... remind me your last name?"

"Marriott, with two T's."

"Yeah, that's what I thought. You didn't come straight from the hospital, did you?"

"Uh, no." He pulled on his neck. "There's... there's nothing in there for me, I just had a question."

"Oh, sure thing!" Lyn leaned over the counter. "What's up?"

"Yeah, so, I don't know if there's like special rules, but since I'm not you're patient anymore, I just... I wondered if I could have your number."

Lyn stared at him, gaping and blinking stupidly, like one of them had lost their mind and she wasn't quite sure who it was.

Hunter and Lydia immediately stopped bickering and turned to look right at him. No one said anything.

Ben weighed his options, which included laughing it off and asking to actually just buy some syringes, or walking away and never setting foot in a Willablues ever again.

He was almost ready to full-send on the latter, when Lyn turned to Hunter and asked, "Is there a rule?"

"No!" Lydia insisted suddenly. "There's no rule! You can do that. Especially if we're not dispensing for you anymore" She immediately went to scrounge up some sticky-notes and a working pen, passing it to Lyn eagerly.

Lyn laughed awkwardly, clicking the pen to discover it had already been open and was now closed, clicked it again and scribbled down the number. She looked at it, then up at Ben all flushed, then tore off the page and wadded it up. "Sorry, I'm all shaky," she laughed again, bubbling out of her in anticipation. She rewrote the number-legibly this time- signing it Lyn <3 before handing it to him.

"That's a... that's a four, and that's a nine," she added, pulling on her earring.

"Okay," Ben grinned, sticking the note along his finger. "What time do you get off? I'll text you then."

"7." She started to pull on her bang. "But text sooner so I can ask them how to respond."

They both giggled- that was the only way to describe the pleasantly uncomfortable sound- and he agreed.

There was another pause, where they looked at each other, then away, and then back at each other and kept laughing.

"I'll text you," Ben declared finally, and started to walk away from the counter.

"I'll expect it."

Ben walked calmly out of sight, and then ran the rest of the way back to his car.

"Oh my God," Lyn mumbled.

Lydia grabbed her shoulders and squeezed them softly. "Girl!"

Christian turned from the drive-through. "Are you really gonna go out with him?"

"Yeah, let's see if he even texts," Hunter chuckled.

"He will!" Lydia snapped, glaring down her boyfriend. "Who wouldn't?"

Lyn smiled in recognition and turned back to typing the incoming faxes.

"I can't wait to tell Taylor," Lydia mused gleefully, pulling her phone from her pocket and disappearing into the back.

Lyn, despite herself, had some sort of smirk stuck on her face, even as she focused on typing the instructions for titrating prednisone, but Hunter saw it, because he had known her too long not to notice.

He couldn't come up with a way to tell her he was happy for her that didn't sound stupid or contrived, so he just tapped her arm as he walked past.

She looked over her shoulder to meet his secret smile, and the single laugh that escaped her told him well enough.

She understood what he meant.

[heart-full-of-lust]

Jane and Her Neighbor

Oh my god, I'm so embarrassed!

The last 3-4 days I've been edging like crazy, mostly with my vibrators. I haven't cum since this weekend, which was the last time my Man came over to use my holes.

Today I was using my hitachi wand. It's pretty loud but I'm careful about closing the window, covering up with a blanket and pillow to muffle the sound, that kind of thing. I had my little tank top and shorts on because frankly that thing is too intense to put directly on my clit. Unless I'm being tortured, but that's another story.

Anyway, I'm edging along, imagining all kinds of filthy things and dirty memories. I can hear that my neighbor is home next door, across the wall, but I'm not really concerned. I've lived here over a year and I'm sure he can't hear much, he probably has the TV on and other stuff he's doing. I've heard him fucking before and I'm sure he's heard me. We have our own lives. Whatever. I wasn't thinking, I was edging.

A few minutes later there's a knock on my door.

At first I don't stop, hoping they'll go away. But then they knock more insistently. I turn off the vibe and get up and answer the door.

Standing at the door was my neighbor. He's your average-looking paunchy white guy who's probably at the tail-end of middle age. Receding hairline, thin eyebrows, oily-looking skin, you get the idea. usually when I see him he has nice work clothes on, a suit and tie. Now he's wearing a t-shirt and jeans. I don't know his name, I've seen him probably a total of 4 times and the most we've ever said is a quick hello.

"Hi..?" I said stupidly.

"Hey how are ya." And then he was coming in. He pushed in so quickly that I wasn't even prepared to stop him or start shutting the door. He turned and locked my fucking door right behind him.

"Excuse me," I said. "What the fuck?"

"Look," he said. "I need to say something to you, private."

Oh god.

"Okay," I said.

"Your vibrator," he said, and I started to shake my head. "No," he said. "I fucking hear that thing every fucking day. I hear it at night, in the morning, during my workday. I hear that goddam thing in my dreams."

"I'm sorry, it's just—" I imagine I was going to make up some bullshit, like that it's a physical therapy massager.

"No," he said. And all of a sudden, his hand was in my shorts, but by the time what he was doing registered in my edge-numbed brain, his hand was over my mouth and he'd pushed me against the wall.

"Don't say anything," he said, just as I was saying "What the fuck, stop" against his hand. "Don't." His finger slid right into my pussy and I shuddered. "Whoever is fucking you obviously isn't doing it right now, I get that. But you clearly need to be fucked. Your fucking pussy is sopping and your vibrator is…" He sighed in exasperation. "It is killing me, ma'am. Miss. Girl. I don't know your name. But I know you need to be fucked, so I'm gonna fuck you, and I want you to let me. Then you can give me a goddam night without a fucking buzzsaw in my ear, and we never have to tell anybody or talk about this again."

I whimpered against his hand as he continued to finger me, sliding in a second finger now. "Ohhmf," I breathed against his hand.

He looked down at my big tits, the sides of which were visible in my little tank. He took in my thick thighs. His fingers slid deeper and I shook.

"I can make you cum harder than that thing can anyway," he said gruffly.

I looked at him and considered. The Man who fucks me might not be happy about this…but I wouldn't necessarily have to tell him, either. And fuck. I was so fucking wet, and getting wetter by the second.

I didn't nod or say anything but my neighbor seemed to feel a shift in me and he pulled his hand away, only to replace it with his mouth. He kissed me hard, shoved his tongue into my mouth. His fingers continued to move inside me, rubbing steadily inside my pussy and hitting my g-spot over and over. I moaned as he kissed me.

"Do you always get this wet?" he murmured.

"Yes," I whispered.

"That kind of makes me think you're a slut."

"Yes," I repeated.

"Good," he said. "I like sluts. They let me do things my way."

His fingers still in my pussy, my neighbor made me walk over to my bed (it's a studio apartment), moving his fingers faster to make me squirm and have a harder time walking.

"So that's it," he said, eyeing the wand. "Fucking thing." He took his fingers out, pulled my shorts and top off quickly, and then he grabbed the wand. Without warning, he pushed it against my bare pussy and moved it over my naked clit.

"Oh god, oh please god-" I began to cry out.

He turned it off. "We can't have that, slut." He balled up my tank top. "Open up," he said, and was able to fit most of it in my mouth.

"Hmm!" I said.

"Good," he said. He turned the wand back on.

"Hmmm!!!! Hohhhhhh," I moaned and shrieked against the fabric filling my mouth.

"You're so fucking loud," he said. "Why does everything have to be fucking loud?" The wand still on my clit, he shoved his fingers back inside me and began to fingerfuck me hard. My breasts bounced, my hips bucked, my whole body tried to fold in half. I held onto my blanket and mattress for dear life. "Cum," he told me. "Let. Go. Cum. Fucking cum, I know you fucking want to."

And I did. I came hard, the vibe on my clit and his fingers massaging inside of me. I squeaked and squealed, my mouth full, and then collapsed in a wet mess.

My neighbor turned off the wand and tossed it aside. "Let's get a better look at this filthy little pussy." He leaned down and stroked my pussy with his tongue, licking all the way up my lips to my clit. "Oh," I whimpered.

He looked up at me. "You really are a desperate little whore, aren't you? I thought it was the quarantine, but now I think you're just a fucking slut."

I nodded. I couldn't form words but made what I hoped was a begging noise.

"Oh don't worry," he said. "I'm not finished with your pussy." He leaned back down and lapped at my cunt, stroking again and again and again with his tongue until he finally brought his focus to my clit. He rubbed my thighs and pushed them apart. I love having my thighs pushed open and I made a high-pitched noise. At that he began sucking right on my pussy, right on my lips, right at the opening, like he was trying to suck the juice out of me. I groaned in pleasure, my hips beginning to rock. His tongue slid inside me and my back arched. His tongue flickered inside my pussy and I moved like I was trying to fuck that tongue. He slid it in deeper, the lips of his mouth connecting with the lips of my cunt, and continued to lick me inside. I shook, closed my eyes and lost myself for a moment to that feeling.

After some time his tongue returned to my clit and his fingers slid inside me, and he made me cum again so quickly and easily that I was shocked. He must've been able to hear my surprise because I felt him laugh at me, his mouth still against my pussy, as I came.

He slid his fingers out very slowly as my orgasm subsided, and then he patted my pussy which made me jump. He laughed again.

"Well slutty-neighbor-girl, I think it's time for me to fuck you."

I nodded rapidly. "Mmf. Meave! Meff!" I tried to beg him, the fabric in my mouth.

"What was that?" he said.

"Mmmmmm," I moaned, nodding again, pressing my pussy up toward him.

He laughed, reached forward and took the gag out.

"Please," I said. "Please, yes, please."

And then he put it back in. "That's a good slut, beg for it like whore." He patted my face. "I haven't seen your ass yet so let's turn you over."

I rolled over.

He stood up now. "C'mon slut, I think you know what to do."

I bent my knees, moved them apart, and pushed my ass back. I felt my cheeks spread, my fuckholes exposed. Knowing that he was staring right at my pussy and asshole made me wetter all over again.

"Oh yeah," said my neighbor, "that's a good slut." He grabbed my ass, ran his thumb over my asshole. He rubbed with it right at the entrance.

I said "oh god" but it came out as another muffled noise.

"You know," he said. "I did bring a condom, and I even see that you have some." He nodded to a pair of condoms sitting on my bedside dressed. "But I don't think I'm gonna use one today."

I moaned.

"I think that I'd better cum right in that pussy. I think you'll be better off that way, don't you?"

"Mmmm!" I cried.

"I think you need to be filled with cum. I think that might be what you're missing the most."

I could hear him undoing his pants, letting them drop to the floor.

"Yes. I think what you need is a nice, bareback ride."

And then he was inside me. I was so wet that he slid all the way into my pussy immediately.

"Hmmmmm! Hmmm…hmmm…" I moaned.

He fucked me steadily like that, telling me I was a slut, that I was lucky to have a good neighbor like him. Sometimes he'd pull his dick all the way out and slide it all the way back in, and other times he'd keep it deep, thrusting hard, his balls slapping my clit. He smacked my ass, grabbed it. When his thumb slid into my asshole, my eyes rolled back and I made a low noise, shaking. When he reached around with his other hand and rubbed my clit, I lost it.

I lost myself and came hard. I finally brought my hands to cover my mouth because even with the gag in, I was screaming. Then he made me cum once more before he finally grunted and burst inside me, flooding my pussy with hot silky cum.

I could feel it drip out of me as he pulled me up to stand then brought me down to my knees on the floor. He pulled my top out of my mouth.

"Lick this cock. Make it hard again."

I moaned and he slid his cock right into my mouth. I could taste my pussy on him. I sucked and licked, sticking out my tongue so that it would touch his balls as I came forward. I licked and sucked at the head of his cock, making sure that I'd gotten ever drop of his load. Then I brought my mouth all the way down. It didn't take him long to get hard again, and I pulled back to stroke him with my hand. I moaned, imagining swallowing his cum. I took my hand away and pressed my lips down to the base of him, my tongue lapping down at his balls again. His cock was big, but smaller than my Man's, and I was easily able to put him in my throat, even hard. Still, like most men, he became impatient and ultimately began to fuck my mouth, gripping my head and swearing.

He came down my throat, and I swallowed gratefully.

He ordered me to cum once more using my smaller, quieter vibrator on my clit. He choked me and played with my tits, grabbing them, pinching my nipples, while his other hand fingerfucked me. Then he told me to put my toys away and for the love of god do something productive tonight, so that he doesn't have to listen to my vibrator.

So, I wrote it all down.

But..now I'm wet again..

[casspurrjoybell-28]

Alpha's Temptation - Chapter 56 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

"Daddy, I at least need to see," I beg my father, who's been rifling through Ferix's kitchen drawers to find sustenance for Rory.

The poor Omega looks ashen, a thin shock of white in Jay's big arms.

The Alpha can't stop staring at him, completely mesmerized.

Rory keeps his eyes shut, holding his heavy stomach weakly.

"You will do no such thing. This is battle, Ash. It's nothing you should have to witness."

"My mate is out there, fighting for me, for us." 

"Your father is right. It's going to scar you," Yvonne interjects.

"Yvonne, I was mutilated in a cellar for the majority of my childhood. I'm already scarred," I snap back.

I regret it as soon as I see the pained expression that overtakes my father's features.

But what can I do?

It's the truth.

Yvonne doesn't know how to respond, scratching at her head and staring at a stain on the wall like it's the most interesting thing she's ever seen.

Yvonne doesn't know how to respond, scratching at her head and staring at a stain on the wall like it's the most interesting thing she's ever seen.

I'm about to apologize to the both of them when I hear the roar of a vengeful wolf.

I know immediately it's that of my mate. 

I rush to the back door toward that sound, flashes of my escape from a year ago coming to me.

I was scared out of my mind back then.

I'm still scared now but so much has changed.

While I never thought I'd be back in this God-forsaken place, it's different now.

This time, I have people here for me.

That care.

That love me.

A mate that would do anything to keep me from falling back into the hands of my stepfather.

It's crazy to think that if I hadn't taken that brave leap that one night, none of the goodness in my life would exist.

No Daemon, no friends, no fathers.

That small world of torture he kept me locked in expanded into so much light. 

The least I can do is look out for my mate.

I won't stupidly throw myself into the fight.

I'm an untrained Omega, it's a recipe for disaster but I need to be there, for him.

I throw open that door the same way I did when I left this hellhole for the first time.

Nausea immediately overtakes me at the sight of the blood, the bodies.

Ferix brought his forces to intercept Daemon and his wolves.

Dread coils in my gut as I look out across the wasteland of what was once my old pack's town.

Now overrun by warriors and bloodshed. 

I spot my stepfather, rage boiling up in my gut at the sight of him.

Why the fuck does he deserve to still be standing, when so many of his hateful lackeys litter the ground, dead or bleeding out.

My father comes up behind me, placing a firm hand on my shoulder.

He doesn't pull me back in.

He watches with me in silence for a few moments.

"My brother has desecrated Dark Moon. Look what it's come to, under his reign. What is it even for?"

"He's sick," I say.

"There's nothing else to it."

"Whatever Daemon has planned for him, it will be heavily deserved."

I'm about to voice my agreement when a movement to the far right catches my eye.

My heart drops when I see Daemon as he grapples with two Dark Moon wolves.

He's still not shifted, utilizing his human form to the best of his ability as he sinks a dagger into one of their throats.

Ferix notices, too and there's flash of fury in his eyes as he takes in my Alpha, pulling something shiny from his belt.

Time slows to a stop.

Daemon... can't see it.

There's too much noise, too much going on around him.

I swallow, ice-cold fear settling in my stomach as Ferix gets closer.

'He's going to kill my mate.'

"NO," I screech, terror rising in my skull.

I run at Ferix without thinking, instinct driving me as I swipe up a scattered blade in my path.

My father's shouts of my name fade into the background as my eyes lock in on my target.

I've barely gotten it solidified in my grip before I'm upon him, charging with all my might.

I gasp as the blade sinks true, slicing through the fabric of his shirt and plunging into his lower back. 

My stepfather jolts and he throws his head back in pain, releasing an agonized howl.

He rips away from my grasp, taking the knife with him as turns to face me, eyes bright with fury.

"You dare attack me again, runt?" he growls, lunging for me.

"You're dead."

He shifts into his wolf so fast it's a blur and I have no time to fight back before his jaws close around me.

I scream as his teeth pierce through my skin, my entire torso within his jowls as he rips me from where I stand and violently tosses me across the clearing.

The world seems to move in slow motion as I fly through the air.

One second, I'm looking up at the sky and the next, I'm colliding with the sharp, rocky ground of a dry riverbank. 

Pain ricochets through me and I scream at the intensity of it, the sharp sting of the impact exploding throughout my entire body.

My vision is blurry as I lie there, trying to regain comprehension of my surroundings but it hurts like hell and I'm bleeding so much, bleeding everywhere.

That's when I hear the deadly roar of my mate.

I blink, the fogginess clearing as I take in Ferix above me, predatory and canines bared but he has no time to react as Daemon comes up from behind him, his huge brown wolf tackling my stepfather to the ground.

With a ferocious snarl, he sinks his teeth into my stepfather as the alpha had done to me.

Then he rears his head before throwing my stepfather against a tree with such lethal force that I hear his bones snap, the splatter of blood against the wood as he slides down into a lump on the ground.

Then Daemon runs to me, his wolf's eyes alight in fear as I attempt to push myself with my arms, trembling and covered in drying blood.

"Ash,"  he calls through our mind link, tone filled with worry.

"Ash, where are you hurt?" he asks with urgency, coming in close and assessing my body for injuries.

"I'm... I'm okay," I whimper.

"I'm just bleeding. Nothing broken."

Daemon growls, enraged at even that.

"Can you walk? You need to get back to the others. The enemy is dead. It's safe. Go to my wolves so they can treat you as soon as possible."

"Nothing's broken. I'm just bleeding. Nothing fatal," I insist.

Because I need to be here with him for this.

"I'm going to kill him, Ash. Go."

"No."

"It will haunt you."

"I need to see it. Please."

No response. Daemon doesn't push further, letting me have my choice.

I watch as Daemon stalks back towards my stepfather who's curled up on the ground.

He's shifted back to his human form, unable to keep his wolf as he weakens from the blood loss and broken bones.

He's naked and pathetic as he moans in pain, fear written across his face as my mate approaches.

Finally groveling at someone else's feet and not the other way around.

I can't lie, I enjoy the sight of it and Daemon...he doesn't hold back.

He descends upon my abuser like prey and tortured shrieking ensues.

My heart clenches as I watch, not because I feel bad for him but because I'm finally seeing an end to it.

All the years of torture being avenged.

Daemon rips out his guts, tears him up piece by piece... slowly... to make it more painful because werewolves take a while to die.

The man begs and screams.

He begs for my mother and I and it only makes me hate him more.

Once Daemon has torn off all his limbs, he just lies there, suffering and dying.

Before Daemon can deliver the final blow I call out...

"Wait."

Daemon stops and turns to me.

I shakily walk over, wincing in pain and somewhat limping from my wounds.

I can see how it scares Daemon, to see me so injured but I continue on, my face stone cold as my gaze hones in on my stepfather.

"Ash. Ash, my boy, you came for me. My sweet little boy. Please help me. Please forgive me, my son," he begs, desperation in his voice.

His eyes are glazed over, wide as he watches me from what's left of his body.

I could never look into those eyes.

I had always kept my head down, terrified of how he'd hurt me if I dared be anything other than submissive and obedient.

"No."

"You're my son..."

"No, I'm not. I won't help you. I'll never help you. You deserve this."

"You're the one that did this to me, you fucking runt," he growls, doing away with the sweet talk now that he sees it's not working.

As if a disgusting, half-dead man could order me around.

"You did this to yourself," I hiss.

[wonhaebunny]

📂 I'VE NEVER SEEN YOU WRITE TODOBAKU BEFORE i think so tdbk please:( i wanna see your take on it

OKAY SO DURING MY EXAMS I STARTED THINKING ABOUT THIS HC BUT I NEVER GOT TO WRITE IT AND THEN I REMEMBERED THIS ASK SO HERE IT IS NOW!!!!

i think the main reason katsuki and shouto get along (?? questionable phrasing but i’ll run with it) so well is because they are both completely socially inept; katsuki deliberately so, while shouto just doesn’t know any better. they get close very very quickly because katsuki has absolutely no patience for small talk and niceties, and shouto isn’t socially aware enough to care for such things. in this way, the two of them understand each other on a fundamental level. 

so the two of them kind of... skip over a lot of things that normal friends would do. shouto is stupidly stubborn and intrusive in a way that would be considered rude for most people, and katsuki doesn’t mention it because he secretly prefers it this way.

the class is completely unaware of how close they are, as they’re both pretty private by principle. so the first time shouto off-handedly mentions katsuki’s house while sitting with the dekusquad in class, their jaws all drop simultaneously.

“it’s a little silly,” shouto is saying obliviously, “but somehow all his walls are pristine despite his quirk.”

“wait.” ochako cuts in. “you’ve been to bakugou’s house?”

she doesn’t, thankfully, mention the fact that shouto seems to be on first name basis with katsuki. she’s not sure whether her heart could handle an answer to that.

her words draw the attention of denki and hanta, who are sitting on a nearby cluster of tables. the two tune in almost instantly, with an urgency that only makes itself present whenever there’s potential blackmail material on katsuki available.

“yes?” shouto replies, a tad bemused. “that’s what i was just saying.”

“dude,” denki breathes, leaning over. “no way! he let you come over? the guy doesn’t even let us look at his dorm room!”

shouto blinks.

“i go there quite often. it’s not like he could stop me.” he says, like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

“c-can’t stop you?” ochako echoes. “todoroki, he would murder you.”

to his credit, shouto just blinks again. “well,” he says simply. “he hasn’t. he lets me pet his cat, and he feeds me whenever i come over, so i don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.”

his words are met with utter silence.

“his cat?” hanta repeats slowly.

“feeds you?” tenya adds on, incredulous.

“yes,” shouto says, to both.

“are you playing a prank on us?” izuku asks, looking a little terrified. “it’s not that i doubt your word, todoroki-kun, but kacchan would literally rather die than let anyone come to his house. i’ve only ever been there because his parents invited me.”

shouto gives him a somewhat impatient look. 

“he doesn’t let me.” he says, wearily. “but he’s not going to turn me away if i turn up. the reason you all haven’t been is because you make a big deal of it.”

it makes sense, when he says it like that, like it’s easy.

“you’re telling us he feeds you?” hanta presses on, more than a little skeptical.

at this, a fond, almost soft look comes over shouto’s face.

“yes, he’s oddly courteous like that.” he says, lips curling upward ever-so-slightly in a rare smile. “he’ll curse and bluster but once i’m there he’ll still serve me tea and food no matter what. his discipline trumps his pride, it seems.”

he says the words with an air of familiarity, and the others are left wondering when exactly shouto and katsuki grew so close.

“wait,” denki says, looking extremely frazzled. “not that this isn’t scintillating and all, but can we go back to bakugou having a cat?”

“yes. her name is hime.” shouto says happily.

there’s an almost audible record scratch.

the students all pause, making eye contact with each other over shouto’s head for a long moment.

“and katsuki let his family name her that?” hanta says weakly.

“oh, no,” shouto responds, eyes bright seemingly with the opportunity to talk about the elusive cat. “katsuki is the one that named her.”

hanta and denki look like christmas has come early. ochako and tenya look vaguely disturbed. izuku, on the other hand, looks downright terrified.

“wait,” denki says, suddenly very invested. “tell me more about his cat. no, tell me about his bedroom. is there anything embarrassing? have you found his por-”

he’s cut off by the slamming of the classroom door. in the doorway stands katsuki, as if he’s somehow sensed that he is the subject of conversation. but to their relief, he simply frowns and stalks to his desk, pulling out a folder and rifling through it.

“hime is a rescue kitten,” shouto says, completely unbothered by katsuki’s entrance. the others are gesturing to him frantically, signalling to cut off the conversation lest katsuki blow up at them, but he ignores them blissfully. “she’s lovely. i’m trying to get her to like me more than she likes katsuki but it’s proving very difficult.”

“that’s because she has fucking standards, dipshit!” katsuki barks over his shoulder, not looking up from his folder.

shouto pouts.

“she’s illusioned,” he sniffs. “i’ll bring her to my side soon enough.”

katsuki’s eyes narrow, and he fixes shouto with a severe glare over the tops of the group’s heads, like they’re not even there.

“you keep your filthy hands off my child.” he says venomously.

hanta falls off his seat, and denki chokes on his own spit.

“she’s basically ours at this point,” shouto says conversationally, absolutely fearless in the face of katsuki’s ire.

to everyone’s utter shock, katsuki doesn’t erupt at the declaration.

“as if,” he simply huffs. “you haven’t even seen her in a week and you think you can call yourself a decent parent.”

then, under his breath, “fuckin’ half-assed trash.”

shouto puffs his cheeks out, looking a tad guilty.

“tell her i’m sorry, i’ll come over tonight,” he says imploringly. katsuki simply harrumphs, finally pulling a paper from the file and shoving the rest back under his desk, turning to stomp out of the classroom.

“will you make yakisoba today?” shouto calls at his retreating back.

“go fuck yourself!” katsuki spits, not turning back to spare him a glance.

“that’s a yes,” shouto informs the rest of them matter-of-factly, looking very pleased with himself.

the others stare at him, wide-eyed and completely speechless.

“you-” ochako begins, a little faintly. after a moment’s deliberation, she shuts her mouth again. 

she doesn’t want to know.

[miss-dr-reid]

This is calm, and it's, Doctor #9

TW, there is some DV in here and a hospital visit.

As we pulled into the street where the icecream shop is, I saw someone I recognised and my stomach churned. It was my ex. I hadn't told anyone at work about him, yet.

"What's up?" Derek asked. I didn't even realise I had gone stuff until I breathed, glancing at Derek quickly.

"My ex.. he's over there with a mate..." I said quietly, looking in the direction of the one person I hoped to never see again.

"We don't have to get icecream of you don't want." He reassured, placing his hand on my upper arm, rubbing lightly with his thumb.

"No- um- actually... I have a plan. I'll need you guys to help though, if that's okay?" I devised a plan with the boys after finding a park. They both willingly agreed, eager to help out a friend with some pretty revenge.

I got out of the cat and headed to the icecream shop, where my ex was, sitting at a table outside of it. As I got closer, he made a comment, just as I expected.

"Damn, Y/N, you want me back that bad you followed me all the way out here?" Cain retorted, tapping his mate on the arm.

"Well no, actually. Last I heard of you was from the girl you cheated on me with. She told me you kept yelling my name while you guys did the dirty in OUR bed." I clapped back. I whipped my hair behind my shoulders, signalling the boys, I knew what I said would run Cain the wrong way.

He pushed himself up, to get out of his chair when Derek's hand pressed him back down by his shoulder, Spencer's arm draping over one of my shoulders.

"Is there a problem here?" Derek said, staring straight in to Cain's eyes, his mate shifting uncomfortable in his seat.

Cain was not a big guy by any means, bigger than me, but tiny next to Derek.

"Who are you, her boyfriend?" Cain demanded, basically a spitting in Derek's face.

"I'm more to her then you'll ever be. If you cause her any more trouble, I'll make you regret everything you've ever done to her. I can promise you that." Derek's voice stern and low, his grip tightening slightly on Cain's shoulder.

Seeing Cain so uncomfortable was quite pleasing. He didn't say anything, Derek squeezed his shoulder one last time before nodding, releasing him and walking over to us, linking elbows with me. We walked inside the shop and everyone let go. I thanked both of the guys and insisted on paying for icecream, as a thanks for helping me out.

They insisted it was no big deal, defending their family is what they do. I loved hearing that o was becoming part of the B.A.U family.

I ordered the icecream, paid and we each connected our own and headed back toward the car. We sat on the curb, eating our delicious desserts. We didn't say much, just sat and ate. I felt so small sitting between these two guys. I was so happy to just be there with them.

Suddenly, I was going face first into my icecream, which was splattered all over the side of my car as a sudden jolt came through my back. I didn't realise what had happened. I could hear Derek yelling as hands supported my head while I laid back. Spencer's voice filled my ears as everything went dark.

I woke up, rocking slightly. I monitor beeping and people talking. I tried to open my eyes, but my eyelids were so heavy, they felt glued. My hand felt funny, I tried moving it and discovered that it was encased by another hand. I squeezed as hard as I could.

"Y/N!" Spencer's voice filled my ears once again. I managed to half open my eyes, softly smiling up at him. "We're on the way to the hospital. Your ex kicked you while we were eating icecream and Derek chased after him." His voice soft and full of concern.

'Now I owe them double, of not triple for the shit they've dealt with today' I thought to myself, forever grateful that these two are in my life.

We arrived at the hospital not long later. Spencer wasn't allowed in for the x-ray, so he was left in the waiting room. After the x-ray was done, I was moved to a room. After a few minutes, a doctor came in, Spencer in toe, who stood next to the doctor, listening to his every word.

"You'll need to be careful with your nose over the next week, it's broken. Otherwise, your head and spine are fine and you'll be able to go after you've been patched up and kept for observation." He removed the c-collar from my neck and sat the bed up, "A nurse will be in soon to fix your nose." And with that, he left.

Spencer sat in the chair next to the bed and handed me his phone with the camera open.

I took it and looked at myself. I was a mess. There was crusted blood staining under my nose, around my nostrils and mouth.

"This is going to look so bad tomorrow." I said quietly to myself. Even though there wasn't much of a bruise right now, the second day is always worse. Spencer sighed at my comment as I say there still checking myself out. The phone started vibrating, Derek's name popping up on the screen.

"You're on speaker, Mr. Hero." I said to the phone.

"Hey buddy, it's good to hear your voice," he started, "I'll be there in a minute. Just finished giving my statement to the police. I'm see you soon. Also, I told the rest of the team and they're also coming. See you soon, kiddo." He hung up.

The doctor came back with a nurse. Spencer was allowed to stay for the packing and fixing of my nose. The laid the bed back, Spencer on one side of me, the doctor in front of him and the nurse on the other side. Being laid out in front of people touching me made me feel so uneasy, I didn't realise I was tense until Spencer placed his hand on my shoulder.

"Stay as still as you can, this will be quite uncomfortable." The doctor mentioned, and the nurse picked up some gauze off the tray they'd brought in. I grabbed Spencer's hand off my shoulder and held it in mine. I closed my eyes and breathed out through my nose as one set of fingers pressed on the bridge of my nose while gauze was being stuffed up my nostrils. The nurse finished up and I breathed out deeply, I had become so tense while being under her hands that my whole body had basically seized. They sat up the bed and left, going to organise my discharge papers.

Almost as soon as they had left, the whole teamed walked in. Everyone had looks of concern on their faces, giving my sympathetic smiles. Spencer stood up and moved away as Garcia was making her way over to me.

"You gave us a scare, chook." She said, pulling me into a hug. JJ came down the other side of the bed and pulled me into a hug once Garcia had let go. She offered me a wet wipe, which I graciously accepted. I carefully wiped the bottom of my nose and around my lips, trying to remember where the blood had crusted on my face.

"As much good as they do, it wouldn't hurt to clean up a little bit..." She commented, seeing the stained blood on various parts of my face.

"Glad to see you're alright." Emily called from her spot between Hotch and Derek.

I thanked everyone and tried out my most convincing smile, which only got sympathy smiles in return.

"You wouldn't be okay if Pretty Boy was there. He caught your head before you fell back onto the concrete." Derek commended, gesturing at Spence, who's face started glowing red. I mustered up the best thanks I could for him, I was genuinely grateful. "Although, someone had to chase the bad guy...." Derek continued, detailing about what happened.

He told us that I was kicked in the back of the head, my icecream being thrown onto the side of my car, with my face following - thinking back, I remember the crunch my nose made when my face slammed into the side of my car.

HE told us that he immediately dropped his own icecream to jump up and start chasing the guy who had decided to leg it (not surprised). He chased the guy into an alley, yelling at him to stop.

'Stop! FBI!' he had shouted. The guy had managed to get himself cornered and stupidly turned to Derek and tried to fight him. Derek recognised the guy as Cain. As a punch was thrown, Derek dodged, grabbed Cain and pushed him to the ground, holding him there until police arrived.

Hearing the story, I was surprised to hear Cain didn't pull a knife out, it was his go-to weapon of choice. I was happy to hear he was finally arrested. After some more questions, Hotch went home to be with Jack.

The doctor came back with the papers and I was allowed to go. Even though I insisted that I was fine to drive, no one was letting that happen. I also had to have someone stay with me for the night, to make sure everything was alright, apparently. JJ couldn't, she had her family. Derek insisted he was busy with 'things'. Garcia had to get back to Kevin, Emily to Sergio, which left Spencer. It was agreed that he would drive me home in my car, and we had to take Derek back to his car on our way.

~

I felt weird climbing into the passenger seat of my own car. It was nighttime and it made me wonder,

"How long was I out for?" I quizzed, really wanting to know.

"If I had to guess, I'd say like ten minutes." Derek guessed.

"More like twelve minutes and thirty-seven seconds. I was timing to the paramedics." Spencer's voice matter-of-fact. I thanked him for being there for and with me the whole time, and both of them for dealing with everything today.

"I just don't understand how you could let anyone treat you that way, let alone date it." Spencer scoffed, "I've seen the scars you've got, I'm guessing aren't from 'accidents', they show when you're vulnerable, which isn't your fault at all, it actually shows just how trusting you are, which is great, but obviously can get you into trouble if you're not careful. What I'm trying to say is, vulnerabilities need to be taken care of, trust needs to be earned and time heals all wounds." he finished.

"Love also heals" Derek added.

I had tears stinging the corners of my eyes, Trying to escape.

Spencer pulled in to the car park of the Cafe we had been at earlier that day and pulled up in the spot next to Derek's car.

Derek got out and stood next to my door, I rolled my window down. He caressed the back of my head and guided it towards him, leaning over to kiss the top of my head.

"Take care of yourself." His head lifted to look at Spence, "And each other." he finished before turning to get into his own car, leaving to go home.

Spencer didn't move, he just sat in silence.

"What's wrong?" I asked, tilting my head to the side.

"I don't know where you live." He said, giving me puppy dog eyes.

With a giggle, I directed him towards my place. He stopped in front of his place on the way so he could grab a few things, ready to spend the night at mine. He insisted that I go in with him, because he's 'not allowed' to leave me alone.

"Doctors orders. That's me, I'm the doctor." He laughed at me, finding himself amusing.

"Well, I'm also a doctor, doctor, and I said no such thing. But if you insist, I'll come in with you." I said climbing out of the car, he followed and we went inside up to his place.

We walked in to his apartment and I sat on a stool at the bench, so I didn't get comfy.

Spencer wandered off to his room to pack. I pulled out my phone to see some missed calls and a few messages from a number I didn't recognise. I unlocked my phone and opened the messages from the unknown number.

'ur gonna pay 4 wot u did to Cain' Read the first one.

'u dum bitch' read another, the next few that followed were along the same lines.

When Spencer came out, I showed him the messages, not because I was scared, but because I didn't want to keep secrets. It's also probably a good idea to have as many people as possible know, in case anything were to happen. He sighed, reading the messages. He cupped my face with both hands and looked my in the eyes.

"Y/N, nothing is going to happen to you. Even if we have to have someone with you all day and all night. We, the team, will keep you safe - I'll do it by myself if I have to." he pulled my head against his chest and cuddled me, seeing the tears which had started pooling in my eyes. I let the tears come out, my body was gently shaking as I quietly sobbed into Spencer's chest, "You're okay. You're safe with us."

I cried, thanking him, wrapping my arms around his waste. He rubbed my back for a bit before placing his hands on my shoulder, pulling back a bit. His hands were firm, but gentle, he came down to my eye level. His eyes were so warm and welcoming, I admired all of his face while he was there.

He suggested leaving, and his hands trailed down my arms, to my hands. He took my hand in his and I hopped off the stool, following his footsteps to the door.

Not much was said on the car ride to my place. I didn't bother with the radio, only looking out the window, watching everything pass by, giving directions when necessary.

We finally arrived. I have a stand-alone house, on the outskirts of town. Spencer pulled into the driveway and got out. He rushed around to my door and opened it, just as I had started to. He helped me out and draped his arm around my shoulder as we headed inside.

OMG guys, I am so bad at keeping updated

[btsrmono]

Trial & Error | chapter 1.

A/N: hey guys ik this is really random for my page but i got bored lol pls enjoy?? 

Main Pairing: (jimin): student/idol x (main): foreign student

Side Pairs: main x taehyung,, main x (nct) jaehyun 

CHAPTER 1

"I still can't believe you're moving."

 You sighed, leaning your head on your boyfriend's shoulder. "Don't remind me."

 It had been a month since your parents had told you about the big move and school would be starting the next week, which is when you'd be moving.

  Ryan lied his hand on your thigh as he squeezed it a bit. "I was thinking, you know," he started, "since you're moving and all... y/n, don't you think it'd be better if we--"

  You already knew where this was going. "Break up?" you finished for him. He didn't say anything, causing you to chuckle a bit. "It's alright," you told him. "I've been thinking the same thing."

 "You have?"

  You took your head off of his shoulder, looking him in the eyes. "Yeah. I mean, it only makes sense, right? What would be the purpose of staying together?" You gave him a small smile of which he returned. You and Ryan had only been together for 5 months, not really making it a big deal.

"You know I care about you, right?"

"Yes," you confirmed. "Same goes here. Just because we're 'ending this', doesn't mean we're ending us. I'll still keep in contact with you and check up here and there."

 Smiling at you, he stuck his pinky finger out. "Promise?"

 You quickly interlocked your pinky with his. "Promise."

                                                              ~~

  Turns out, saying your goodbyes to your friends wasn't the hard part. You already knew this was going to be a problem but you had been in Korea for over two hours and still had yet to find someone that spoke English. You guys began to settle in your apartment with the help of moving guys, and you had decided that you wanted to take a look around, maybe buy a snack.

  Little to no avail, you couldn't find many American snacks like you were expecting to, and when you did, they surely didn't taste the same. Anyway, you was trying to make your way back to your new home when you realized you didn't know where you were going. Google Maps was acting up, and you were too afraid to attempt the Korean you actually did know with local natives. Therefore, you tried to ask, using as much broken English as you could to make it simple on them. However, they weren't very helpful but at least they all seemed nice. You thought maybe if you made one more attempt, you could have hit the jackpot. "Uh, excuse me sir."

The older man stopped in his tracks and stared at you. "Uh... Yes?" He asked, sounding quite nervous.

Right then and there, just from his tone, you knew he wasn't going to be much useful. You politely smiled. "Never mind." You bowed and he went on with his day. Ugh, why were you so scared to speak Korean. You were actually pretty good at it at some point due to your childhood best friend, Shi Ah. Practically her sister, you two were around each other all the time and you easily picked up the language. It was fun because you guys would always say things about people with them right there without them knowing what you two were speaking about.

 But, unfortunately, Shi Ah had to move to China Freshman year due to a job opportunity for her journalist parents. The goodbye was extremely hard but you both eventually moved on, you becoming best friends with Mariana and Riley, her doing God knows what. You even fell out of touch so you had no idea what she’d been up to the past few years. It was sad but it quickly became your new normal.

 Anyway, you knew, eventually you were going to have to get over your fear of speaking Korean but until then, you sighed and took in the scenery surrounding you to see if anything looked familiar, but nope. You stood there, deciding that maybe it was time to call a parent. As you went to dial your moms number, you suddenly become very distracted.

"Lost?" you heard a voice say.

You looked up from your phone to the girl that now stood in front of you. "You speak English?" you stupidly asked. The girl laughed. "I'm sorry," you apologized, realizing how rude you probably sounded.

"Don't be, it's understandable. What can I help you with though?" The girl was really pretty. She had perfect skin with long blonde hair and bangs that made her wide eyes stand out.

You let out a breath, looking down at your phone. "I need help getting back home."

She giggled. "Already? Come on." She then proceed to walk ahead of you as you, confusingly, followed.

"But wait, you haven't even asked where I live."

"Its alright, we're in the same neighborhood. I saw you earlier," she explained. It then made sense. However, you had not seen her. The girl was gorgeous, you must admit, so you would have remembered seeing her.

"So we're neighbors," you stated.

"Yup."

"What's your name?"

Still walking, she looked back at you and smiled. "Jinsoul. But my English speaking friends call me Zoè. Say which ever you'd like."

You nodded, repeating her name in your head a few times. A habit you picked up in order to remember people’s names. 

"And you?" she asked.

"Y/n."

"That’s pretty," she complemented you. “It’ll be hard to forget.”

Only a short block later, you guys were back into the neighborhood. "Thank you so much," you said as you began to reach your doorstep. "I owe you." 

 After exchanging numbers, she informed you that she only lived a corner away from you and that if you ever needed anything, you could just ask.

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 The next day, you were starting school. You walked around the corner and saw your mom in the kitchen cooking breakfast. You knew that your Dad didn't leave the house until 9 am. "Morning, Mom," you greeted her.

She turned away from the pancakes she was in the middle of making and smiled at you. "Y/n! Morning baby, are you excited for school?"

 You shrugged your shoulders while smirking as you placed your back pack on the kitchen island table. "I guess. I don't really know what to expect though."

"Well if there's any advice I can give you, it's : Don't stress. Seriously, it'll make everything go wrong."

Instead of a reply, you sighed, still feeling sleepy. "Why are you up so early?" you asked her.

She then proceeded back to making the pancakes. "For you."

"Oh no, you didn't need to do that, Mom. I'm about to leave out."

She looked at you with a confused expression on her face. "Well then what are you going to eat?"

"There's a store around the block, I was just gonna grab a quick snack and head to the school early."

"Early?" she wondered.

You shook your head. "Yup. Want to get my schedule 100 percent accurate and get a mini tour of the building before it gets too crowded." Your mom kind of smirked, looking at you from the side of her eyes. You giggled. "What?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing, it's just nice seeing you be responsible and positive on the first day. I know you didn't exactly picture your senior year to go this way but I just want you to make the best of it and I think you're off to a good start so far, sweetie."

You smiled. She was right, you guess. You did feel very out of place but not in a bad way exactly. You'd rather be home but you weren’t. You were in Seoul, South Korea and what would you be able to do about it? Nothing. So why not do what you can and make it a good experience rather than a negative?

She then turned the stove off and fully looked at you. "Get going. Have a nice day of school!"

As soon as you left the apartment building, you saw the girl from the day before walking in your direction. She beamed widely at your appearance. "Y/n!" she yelled.

You gave her a gentle smile, waiting for her to catch up with you. Once she did, you both continued walking together. "You look nice for your first day."

"Thanks, you look nice too!"

You started to think that she was also going to the store. So you both walked in silence for a little bit until you arrived there. The bell dinged on the door as she opened it. The older cashier man looked at you strangely. She noticed this. "Don't mind him," she said. "He does this to everyone."

You shook your head understandingly. "Okay."

She went over to the fridge section and grabbed banana milk, as did you, then a pack of peanuts and you went up to pay for your stuff while she was still looking. Once she was done, you two stepped back out into the hot heat. Only a few moments later, a group of three good looking guys showed up, talking amongst themselves as they headed to school as well in their uniforms. This made you believe you were getting closer to the bus stop.

On the side of you, you heard Jinsoul let out a slight laugh, making you turn to her. She was looking at the boys. Next thing you knew, they were looking back at her and walking over towards you guys. "A-are they coming over here?" you stuttered.

"Looks like it," she replied cooley, a small smirk glued to her face.

You quickly gave your hair a little fix as you both suddenly stopped walking, waiting for the boys to join.

"Yah, Jinsoul!", one of them said. He continued to speak in Korean as you zoned out, worried about if they would try to speak to you too. Sooner or later, you heard your name being said by Jinsoul and the boys all kind of glanced your way, throwing you off track. 

They eventually turned their attention back to Jinsoul, continuing their conversation. All except the one boy, whom was the most adorable of them all. He blankly stared at you, his eyes even squinting a bit.

You shifted one foot to the other as you looked down at the pavement, slightly uncomfortable with this. You then heard him laugh and when you looked back up, he was smiling at you. You nervously smiled back before he finally went back to paying attention to Jinsoul. They spoke in some more Korean.

After a good minute or two passed, you heard them saying goodbye, the cutest one being the only one to wave at you. Once they were out of ear shot, you turned to Jinsoul. "Uh, Jinsoul?"

"Hm?" she wondered, nonchalantly.

"Who were they?"

She laughed loudly before covering her mouth quickly. "Really?" she asked. "You really don't know who they are?"

Of course you didn't know who they were, why was she expecting you to? You tilted your head slightly. "I mean, I'm not from here," you explained.

"True." She began to walk again, you following. "They're all idols."

"Idols?" you wondered. "As in?"

"As in 'famous', y/n."

 You slightly hesitated, letting this new profound information soak into your brain. "Famous as in?"

"They sing. Dance. Rap. They're idols. K-pop idols."

You knew of K-pop, you looked it up upon arriving to Seoul but were no expert at it and of course the only people you ever even slightly heard of were Psy, Exo and Got7. Other than that, you were completely ignorant to the Korean pop industry. "Are they all in the same group?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Two of them are. The other one, aka, my friend, is still a trainee, which means he hasn't debuted yet but he's training to."

"Interesting." You walked a few more seconds in silence until you absolutely had to ask their names. Specifically for the one guy.

She deviously smiled, already knowing what was up your sleeve. "I see what you're doing," she stated. "But if you insist. My friend's name is Bae Joon Young. We call him Jacob. The other one is Kim Taehyung and the one that you seem interested in is Park Jimin."

"Jimin," you repeated. "But wait. If they're all famous, why were they in uniform to go to school?"

"Because they have to," she told you. "They all made an agreement that if they ever dropped out of school, they are eligible to be dropped from their company. Plus Taehyung and Jimin just debuted so they have to listen to their company right now. It's a pretty logical idea if I do say so myself."

You guys finally arrived at the bus stop and she explained to you what you would do after being released at the first stop. You both went to different schools. While you went to a Foreign school, she attended a performing arts school with a ton of other inspiring and/or famous people.

Of course you saw the boys again at the bus stop but they did not bother you guys this time, instead, they met up with their other friends that were also at the bus stop. The bus eventually pulled up around 7:30am and everyone got on board. Since both schools were basically right across from each other, all students got off at the same spot too. The only difference is that you and about two other students had to walk an extra block before actually getting to the International school. Once you finally arrived there, you took a deep breath and headed inside.

A/N: Bruh, I’m sorry this chapter was so BORING but it was the 1st. It should get a lil more interesting moving forward since we got most introductions out of the way. More Jimin to come next chapter! 

ALSO: I’ll be putting a gif of a main character each chapter at the end! For this chapter, we have Jinsoul, the friendly neighbor and school bus buddy! 

STAY TUNED

PART 2

[bow-woahh]

Happy birthday to Adora! <3

in honour of my favourite dumb jock birthday, here's a preview of a fic I'm working on!!

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Ridiculous. Ridiculous is how Adora felt right now. How she had got into this situation, she didn’t know. How was she going to get out of it? She also didn’t know that either. Tied up to a strippers pole, in a strip club, and minutes away from being blown to smithereens, she could still hear gunshots sounding in the background. 

This was supposed to have been a simple, quick mission: get the intel then go. Then she had gotten distracted (what else does one expect from a flaming lesbian?) and quickly blew any cover she previously had. When the gas leak Angella warned her about actually happened (it really was a 50/50 chance, depending on how the deal went), amidst all the chaos of trying to help get as many people to safety, and – stupidly – going after the presumed Horde goon who must of set it off, she had run into a whole bunch of them. How perfect. She was punched square in the jaw after avoiding a few hits, hands held back by some big guy in a suit practically pressed against her. One of HP’s minions (Pablo, she believed) cocky as hell, grabbed her chin afterwards – there had still been blood leaking out of her mouth – and grinning like the joker himself, had said, “If you think we're gonna let a nosey ass like you get away from this unscathed, then you’re sure mistaken, honey, especially not when we can use you as bait on a stick for your girlfriend – C’yra.” He had laughed as if this was the most devious plan ever, and Adora remained silent, ensuring she gave nothing away. However, running through her mind like a hot lake of lava, despite her life on the line, was the thought: 

She is not my fucking girlfriend. 

Highly unprofessional, but she really couldn’t help it, not when she was still so upset about everything that had happened between them, not when she had been meaning to call (whilst also not wanting to and being busy with college) but also waiting for Catra to call (and knowing she wouldn’t). It was stupid really. They were stupid. No— Catra was stupid, unfair, annoying, and prideful… and brave, and extremely hot— 

Nope, not going there. 

Now tied up, and left alone with her thoughts, she realised one glaring detail that if not for her singular brain cell focusing all her energy into thinking about how mad she was at her – ex – girlfriend, that should have been obvious earlier: they knew she was affiliated with Catra. They had seen her together with Catra, or well, C’yra. A surge of panic rose at the thought, because…what if they eventually put two and two together and realised who she was? Where their college was? Where she lived? To say she was worried was an understatement. 

Though, the rational side of her brain reminded her that if she didn’t get out of this strip club and slip past whatever altercation was happening just past these doors then she wouldn’t be there to worry about Catra—who she was still mad at. So she yanked, and yanked, but it was no use, and the gas that had been let off on the main stage was beginning to seep through, filling the small showroom (and soon her nostrils). Briefly, she contemplated screaming in hopes of reaching the vent close by—surely someone would hear her on the streets. But, if they did, it wasn’t like they could do anything except call the police (who should of been here by now, but of course they weren’t) and by then she’d probably be dead.

It truly seemed like this was it. This was how she’d die. In a strip club, never having travelled out of this state, never having been out of this country, mad at herself and mad at Catra—and with Catra mad at her. She didn’t want to die like this. 

She couldn't die like this. 

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A/N: hope you enjoyed that, sorry I've been so silent as of recent — school. I've pretty much been on hiatus, and I meant to post about it here but I forgot. I'll have more fics coming soon!

[jacobeblack]

New Girl (Jacob Black love story)

Paul?! Prt-3

Jacob's PoV

"Hey Em sorry were late! Quil promised Claire he would go visit her as soon as he was done with patro..." Heading into the kitchen to apologise to Emily before we got our usual lecture I trailed off mid sentence at I made eye contact with a girl I've never seen before.

She had the most beautiful hazel green eyes I've ever seen it was like they were pulling me closer to her, suddenly it was like my whole world shifted around me and she became it's centre. Nothing else mattered to me in that moment but the girl standing opposite me. Her hair pulled away from her beautiful face, her mouth slightly agape as she stared back at me. What was her name? Why was she here? Not that that mattered to me so much. SHE was here standing I front of ME, the reason I was put on this planet. My entire reason for being what I am. My imprint!

The thought suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks, she's my imprint! it's her. My mind swirled with so many emotions: surprise, happiness, relief and somewhere deeper sadness.

I felt my feet carrying me to her before my brain had caught up, it was like an impulse to be close to her. Emily's gasp and the sound of a pan hitting the floor caused me to break eye contact with her as the rest of the guys rushed into the room.

Looking at each of them I knew they had realised what had just happened. Giving them all a knowing look and pleading eyes to say nothing I drew my attention back the the girl. She had made her was over to Emily and was helping her pick up the mess she had made.

Setting everything back on the counter and turning back to face us all she stood awkwardly beside Emily, pulling the sleeves of her sweater over her hands playing with the cuffs. I took this time to run my eyes down the rest of her body noticing her small frame, long legs despite appearing to be an average height and obviously much smaller then me. Her oversized clothing prevented me from seeing much else -which I was disappointed by- so I trailed my eyes back to her face. Noticing again her big beautiful eyes -that I'm sure I will be dreaming about- surrounded by thick dark lashes, her cute nose and full lips that made me clench my jaw and have to take a slow breath.

She looked more than a little uncomfortable and I wanted to do nothing more that to run to her side and make her feel better. Seeing as I was probably one of, if not the main reason she looked like a deer caught in headlights at this moment I kept my feet planted on the ground much to the imprints disapproval.

I was more than a little shocked that it was Paul who came to her rescue. Wrapping his arm around her shoulder and pulling her into his side he gave me a smug look that made me want to rip his arm off and beat him to death with it.

"Guys this is Ren, Ren this is Quil, Embry and Jacob"

Paul spoke gesturing between us all. Ren? That had to be short for something. Don't get me wrong it's beautiful like everything else about her but it was bugging me slightly not knowing her actual name. From my right I heard Quil speak.

"Ren? What kind of name is Ren? Not being rude but it's kinda...weird" Snapping my head round to tell him to shut the hell up! I opened my mouth to speak but before I could say a word she spoke with the most mesmerising voice I've ever hear.

"Maybe in future you should keep thoughts like that to yourself! Umm Quil? Right? Somehow I don't think you of all people should be questioning anyone's name" She sent him a glare that was obviously joking before her face softened to a smile as the rest of us laughed at the now seriously embarrassed Quil.

Sam came to stand beside Emily reaching over her head to mess Rens hair.

"See quick! I told you she'd fit in just fine" He laughed giving Paul a wink as she pushed his hand from her head.

How long had she been here to gain that kind of playfulness with Sam of all people.

A feeling of jealousy turned in my stomach as I watched Paul tickle her causing her to squirm further into his side. It was nowhere near as strong as the second wave I got when he tried to detach himself from her to leave and she quickly grabbed onto his arm. Gazing up to him with a look of horror as he tried to leave her. He laughed at her pulling his arm out of her grasp

"Don't worry princess, these three idiots are harmless, although they might annoy you to death, but that is something not even your knight in shining armour wants to stick around to save you from" He squeezed her shoulder before turning to leave the room Jared in tow, Sam and Emily close behind.

Glaring at him all the way I turned back to my imprint, she had turned her back to us and was cutting up lemons, muttering under her breath. "cazzo! ricordami di nuovo perché mi sono fidato di lui per portarmi qui?"

Obviously she had no idea that we could hear her thanks to the heighten wolf hearing, not that it mattered as it clearly wasn't English. Knowing she speaks a different language only made her more fascinating to me, finally giving into the wolf inside me who was screaming at me to know everything about her I finally opened my mouth.

"So umm Ren, what brings you down here? We don't get many visitors outside of the pa.. um group?" I managed to stutter out.

I've never been so nervous to talk to someone in my life, but I guess I've never spoken to someone so important in my life before, and of course I had to make myself sound like a complete idiot, way to go Jake!

Putting down the knife she turned around looking between all three of us but giving me no eye contact. Maybe she felt it too! The pull, the feeling in the pit of my stomach? It's not something I've ever actually asked.

I mean it's not like I could ask Claire she's two, Kim was already obsessed with Jared before he imprinted on her so she probably wouldn't even know the difference and I try to stay out of the whole Sam/Emily imprint fiasco as much as I possibly can so I've never asked her. If she did feel it will that make this whole imprinting thing any easier?

"Umm I guess Paul invited me..kinda" She answered sending us what seemed to be a nervous smile rather than a genuine one.

Paul? How did he know her? She couldn't be a new girl he's stringing along because one: he'd never bring one of them here and if he did Sam would not be so happy about it.

Two: if she was some new girl it had to be very very new. I was patrolling with him yesterday I would have heard him think about her or worse picture her like I had see with may other girls he's had flings with.

Thirdly she just can't be with Paul it's against the rules for a start -not that he would have known because I only imprinted on her like five minutes ago but that's besides the point- but I don't think I could handle her being with someone else but especially not one of my pack brothers!

Embry must have sensed my panic even without wolf telepathy and stepped in before I could say something else that would probably be stupid.

"And how do you know Paul exactly? He's not usually one for making friends" He smirked as he sat on the counter next to her.

She sighed pulling at her sleeves again clearly something she did when she was uncomfortable.

"He... saved me I suppose" She laughed nervously, a whole new kind of panic took over my brain and I found myself walking closer to her my eyes scanning her body for injury.

"Saved you? From what? Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened?" I rambled coming to stand directly in front of her.

Placing my hand on her arm but suppressed the urge that was coarsening through my veins to pull her into my chest just by being this close to her. Her laugh broke me out of my panic but only replaced it with confusion.

"Whoa big guy! I'm fine I'm not hurt, I got myself lost in the woods. I only just moved here and stupidly though I could roam around on my own, luckily Paul found me before I was eaten by wild animals and brought me back here!" She laughed pushing my hand off her arm and taking a step around me to the fridge.

Going in and grabbing the pitcher of lemonade, I took a few steps back as she came to stand at the counter once again.

"You really shouldn't be going into the woods by yourself Ren it's dangerous even if you do know your way around" I said trying to hold back the sterness of my voice.

I don't want her to think I was telling her what to do but the protective side of the imprint was not happy with the thought of her wandering on her own, not when leeches are around anyway!

"Yeah don't worry about that! It was not a fun experience and I don't plan on repeating it any time soon. But umm thanks for the concern Jacob" She turned and smiled at me

"It's Jake, all my friends call me Jake" She looked up at me though her long lashes a smirk playing on her lips

"Oh yeah? Well who said we were friends"

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About an hour later we had all eaten dinner and I was in the kitchen washing up. Not something I usually volunteer for but I needed five minutes to myself to think about what had just happened it was all a lot to take in, and of course I didn't want Ren to think I just sit around and let Emily do all the work.

I was lost in my own train of thought when I heard her voice break through.

"Well I don't mean to be rude but I should really be getting home my mom will probably be going out of her mind and Max will be missing me" She said politely as I could her her chair scrape across the wooden floor.

Who is Max is he her boyfriend,her dad maybe? But why would she call him Max? Maybe it's her brother? Ugh this is all giving me a headache

"Jacob? I'm leaving but it was nice to meet you! I'll maybe see you around sometime" Or all the time! I thought as I turned to her.

An idea came to me and I walked over to the door way she was standing in.

"I'll take you home if you want, can't have you getting lost again" i suggested staring  down into her beautiful eyes

A few seconds passed before she opened her mouth to speak, unfortunately I never got to hear what she had to say as Paul interrupted

"No need Cinderella! I already said I'd take her. Was actually the main bargaining point to get her to come back with me in the first place! Come on princess we don't have all day" He took her by the hand and dragged her to the front door as I stayed in the door way and watched.

She made her way down the steps and he followed her but not before turning to send me a wink.

The jealousy from earlier returned not only because he thinks it's okay to call MY imprint pet names in front of me just to piss me off! But he clearly thinks he has some kind of bond on her just because he's known her a whole hour longer than I have and I don't know if I'm okay with her feeling the same.

Something tells me this ain't gonna be as easy as it's supposed to be.

*A/N The part that's in a different language is Italian, unfortunately I don't speak Italian so it has been translated from English so if any of you do speak Italian and it's wrong I'm sorry! It's supposed to say

"Dick! Remind me again why I trusted him to bring me here?"

Please let me know what you think guys!

[lordofthebigtimesupernatural]

Hey, I've read your whole single dad shiro series and I absolutely love it! Would you write one about shiro breaking his leg badly and 15 year old Keith having to take care of him and help at home? Thank you!

Hello there! This was a funny prompt to do. Because guess what? Shiro is the WORST patient ever. But Keith still loves him and helps him, but seriously, it’s like taking care of a child. Thank you for such a lovely prompt and for enjoying this AU! I hope you enjoy!

x.V.x

              “I swearto god, if you get off that couch onemore time, so help me, I will duct tape you to it.”

              Shirofroze entirely, halfway off the couch. He could feel Keith’s piercing glarehitting the back of his head, and burning holes into it, and he could picturethe look of annoyance on Keith’s face. He knew that the threat was very real inKeith’s voice and the fifteen-year-old certainly wasn’t joking. He would ducktape his father to the couch, without hesitation.

              Slowly,Shiro lowered himself back onto the couch. His face immediately fell into apout and Keith sighed with relief.

              “That’smore like it.” Keith said before entering the living room. He ignored the puppydog look on his dad’s face, in order to rearrange Shiro’s foot (which wascurrently in a cast) back onto some fluffy pillows. Then he sat Shiro’s lunchdown on the table beside him. “You heard the doctor. You need to stay off itfor at least two weeks, then you can somewhatwalk around on the crutches.”

              “ButKeith, this is so booooooring.” Shiro sighed dramatically, causing Keith tosnort. Who knew that a man nearly in his forties could sound like atwo-year-old.

              “Tough.This is your fault for stupidly trying to clean the gutters on your own.” Keithreplied sternly and fluffed Shiro’s pillow once more.

              “Keith,I’ve been doing my own gutters since before you were born.” Shiro pointed outwith a raise of his eyebrows. Keith rolled his eyes and huffed.

              “Yeah,but you’re getting older now,” Keith said, to which Shiro gasped. “You’re moredelicate.”

              “Iresent that. Why would you wound your father, who is already injured?” Shirocrossed his arms over his chest and pouted again. Keith couldn’t help butsnicker at his dad’s attitude. Sure, he felt bad that his dad had been hurt andneeded to wear a cast for four weeks at least, but he was more concerned aboutkeeping his dad off his feet and resting.Shiro was a hard worker and Keith had grown up knowing just how hard his dadworked all the time. It was a struggle to get Shiro to slow down or rest, butthis was serious and now that Keith was getting older, he wasn’t about to letShiro dismiss his own health.

              Heneeded his dad to be healthy for the rest of his life.

              “Butthere’s still so much I need to do.” Shiro said quickly, hoping that this wouldget Keith to change his mind. “I never finished the gutters. Then there’s thelaundry and someone has to be a the training shelter to make sure all the dogsare okay. And balance the accounts out. And –”

              “I’mgoing to stop you right there,” Slowly, Keith’s hand rose in a motion to stopShiro from speaking. “I can help out with the chores and anything around thehouse. You literally have a staff atthe shelter that you personally hired, who can handle things while you’re gone.And if you’re that worried I can go to the shelter in your lead.”

              “ButKeith…”

              “No. Youare not moving from this couch, except to eat, use the bathroom and sleep.”Keith said quickly, with a firm look. It was a look that he had learned fromShiro, and was one that meant there was no room for argument. Shiro still wassensible enough to see when he had been defeated. “I just want you to getbetter dad. You need to stop and take it easy or you’re going to make itworse.” Shiro felt a tad bit guilty upon hearing the slight bit of pain in Keith’svoice. Of course he felt bad that Keith had gotten a call from Shiro, statingthat Shiro had fallen off a ladder and could probably use a ride to thehospital. He hated how Keith’s hands had shook on the steering wheel whiledriving him to the hospital, and he hated that Keith had worried so much.However, he was proud at Keith’s ability to stay calm and keep a leveled headin the situation and talk to the doctors on his own.

              Whatsucked was that now Keith was in charge.

              He was never going to let Shiro move until hisleg was fully healed.

              “Fine.”Shiro finally relented with a grumble. He knew defeat when he saw it and Keithwas not letting up any time soon. Hopefully, the next couple of weeks would goby so quickly.

x.V.x

              “…”

              “…”

              “…Tellme again, why I’m putting all of thepictures in different spots around the house?” Keith asked. He had a pictureframe in his hand and a hammer and nails in the other. Shiro was seated on achair in the kitchen, observing over Keith’s work with a tentative grin.

              “I justthought we could use an update. We’ve had the same pictures in the same placefor so long that it’s a bit of a drag.” Shiro beamed and nodded for Keith tokeep working. Keith sighed but didn’t argue with his dad.

              He hadoffered to do any of the work that his dad had planned, and if it made his dadhappy enough to stay off his brokenleg then Keith was willing to do it. Without complaint.

              “Do youwant this one to go here?” Keith asked, raising the picture above his head onthe wall. He heard Shiro quietly muttering to himself with a frown, andpatiently waited for a response.

              “Hm,actually no. Not there. There’s not enough room for them all. Try that wall.”Keith turned around to see Shiro pointed at a wall to the left of Keith. Onethat still had pictures on it. Keith sighed.

              “Youwant me to move those too then?” Keith asked, setting the frames and nailsdown. Behind him Shiro nodded.

              “Yes. Ithink we could do with a good move of allthe pictures in this house.” Shiro said quietly and Keith nodded in response. Whatever dad wants, I’ll do.

              “Fine,let me get them off the wall and hang these two up.” Keith quickly set to workof taking down the three pictures on the wall and hanging up the two in hisother hand. However, just as he was about to hang the last picture onto thewall, he could hear his dad clearing his throat.

              “Do youthink we should change the photos in the frames? They’re all kinda old, don’tyou think?” Shiro asked. Keith stopped before he placed the final frame on thewall and closed his eyes. Although, instead of annoyance or anger, a smallsmile had graced Keith’s face and he found himself laughing quietly.

              “Suredad, whatever you think.”

x.V.x

              “Did youknow that apparently Big Foot doesn’t even have big feet.” Shiro announced oneday after Keith had gotten home from school. Lance, Pidge and Hunk were followingbehind Keith, through the front door. Each of them waved to Shiro beforescattering throughout the house.

              Keithpaused to blink at his dad in confusion.

              “What?”He asked dumbly. Shiro never looked up from the laptop screen in front of him.

              “BigFoot. His feet probably aren’t as big as everyone makes it out to be.” Shiroexplained slowly. Whatever he was looking at or watching on the computer, ithad captured his entire attention span. “Proportionally to the rest of hisbody, his foot is pretty average size. It might seem big to us, because itwould be close to a size 14 or 15, but still. It’s not huge. That’s why peopleshould keep calling it Sasquatch, and not Big Foot.”

              “Right?And the Yeti. Totally related to them. It’s a subspecies, I’m sure of it.”Pidge announced suddenly. Keith almost jumped, having not heard Pidge reenterthe room.  He smiled with a roll of hiseyes when he saw Pidge brining over a package of cookies, before sitting downbeside Shiro. Quickly, Shiro scooted over, as he kept his leg elevated and thetwo began a deep conversation about the proper name for “Big Foot” andsightings that they may have seen ofthe creatures.

              It wasnerdy and adorable, but Keith couldn’t help but smile at the two and snap acouple of pictures and videos.

              “I thinkyou’ve had enough internet for today dad.” Keith laughed, causing Pidge andShiro to look at him in horror.

              “I’vebarely scratched the surface Keith. You don’t even want to know about theChubacabra.”

              Keithlaughed harder than he had laughed in months, in response.

x.V.x

              “Keith,he refuses to take the pain medication.”

              Keithsighed, fumbling with the phone against his ear and his shoulder as hecontinued to organize the back room stock of the Rescue shelter that his dadran.

              “Allura,you’re an adult. Surely you can force him too?” Keith asked, huffing when helifted another bag of dog food onto the shelf. He could hear the sounds ofmuffled voices on the other end of the line before Allura growled.

              “Despitebeing a leg and an arm less -”

              “Sure could use a hand Allura!”

              “Shiro,be quiet!” Allura snapped and Keith snickered to himself. “You better not belaughing young man.” Quickly, Keith sobered up and maneuvered the cellphonefrom his shoulder to his hand.

              “Sorry.But seriously?” Keith asked quietly and Allura groaned.

              “He’s alot stronger than he looks. I cannotforce him to do anything. Don’t youdare give me that look Shiro, I know you’re in pain.” Allura snapped, mostlikely to an offended looking Shiro and Keith bit his lip to keep from laughingagain.

              “Alluratell him I said he has to or else.”Keith finally said quietly, causing Allura to sigh in acceptance. She quietlyrelayed the message and Keith could hear the sound of Shiro’s voice in thebackground.

              “He saysor else what?” Allura repeated and Keith felt one of his eyebrows raise.

              “Orelse, I’ll take away that new Pokémon game on his phone that we just installed.”Keith replied.

              “Hesays, he doesn’t care. It’s not like he can go far anyway. Besides he caught a Pikachualready.” Allura said quietly and this time Keith almost groaned.

              “Fine.”Keith growled. “Then you tell him if he doesn’t take his pills I won’t be bringinghome his favorite seafood and instead I will cram boiled liver down his throatfor dinner tonight.”

              “…”

              Keithlistened as Allura spoke to Shiro over the phone and to the silence thatfollowed.

              “He’staking the pills now Keith.”              

              Keithgrinned. “That’s what I thought.”

x.V.x

              “I neverthought anyone could do it, but you did it dad.”

              “I toldher I was sorry. Several times in fact.”

              “That’snot enough.”

              “Whatmore can I do?”

              “Did yougive her a belly rub and scratch her favorite spot on her hip?”

              “Yes!”

              “And didyou get her a new toy and give her some of your lunch meat?”

              “Yes!”

              “Well,then I don’t know what else to do. You’ve done the impossible dad. You’veannoyed Red to the point where she’s hidingfrom you.”

              “…I saidI was sorry.”

x.V.x

              “Everythinglooks good. I’d say just another couple weeks of physical therapy andeverything should be back to normal. The cast can stay off.”

              “Oh,thank goodness.” Keith almost slumped back in his chair at the doctor’s wordsand Shiro rolled his eyes playfully. Clearly amused at the two, the doctoroffered a smile and a small laugh before excusing himself from the room.

              “Don’tbe so dramatic, I was not that bad.” Shiro said playfully, causing Keith toalmost choke on his laughter.

              “Dad,you were so bad. Horrible. You are the worst patient ever.” Keith said.

              “Youknow, grandma used to say that too when I was a kid.” Shiro rubbed his chin thoughtfully,and this time Keith did in fact laugh.

              “And youwonder why?” Keith laughed again when Shiro stuck his tongue out at him.Despite his exhaustion and what he had just said, Keith would have doneeverything over and over again if Shiro needed him to. More than anything hewas just glad his dad was alright.

              Okay, so a tiny part of him was glad his dadwouldn’t be asking him how to work the tv remote every five mintues.

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Have you heard the rumor around campus about the locker room?

If you haven't, let me enlighten you: Legend has it if you bring a girl into the sacred after-game domain of the baseball locker room, it will end with a walk down the aisle. One rowdy and naked encounter against the lockers with the girl of your dreams will make her your wife.

Translation: baseball players are stupidly superstitious and believe the locker room has magical powers.

But not all baseball players are superstitious, me included.

So when the girl I've fallen for brushes me off, I start to question if I need to switch my way of thinking. Maybe it's time I finally hand out a coveted invitation to the locker room.

The only question is, will she accept?

Excerpt:

This map is useless.

Easy to read, my ass. I need a magnifying glass to make out any of the color-coded buildings on this thing and unfortunately, I left my magnifying glass in my other skirt. That was sarcasm, if you didn’t catch it.

Standing next to a wonky-looking tree, I try to act as casual as possible—hip popped out, interested glances, the usual—as I hide a school map beneath the pages of Pride and Prejudice , while off-handedly looking for the MacMillan building. But the wind—though subtle—isn’t making things easy.

Recently transferred from Cal State, Fullerton, I’m attempting to avoid making a fool of myself on the first day of fall classes at my new school, Brentwood University.

Unfortunately, I’m way out of my element.

For one, I know nothing about this school other than they have the best library sciences program in the country. Making the transfer a no-brainer for me the minute I realized I wanted to be a librarian. I dabbled in business at Cal State, but who was I kidding? I had no right trying to figure out micro-and macroeconomics.

A California girl through and through, Illinois is nothing like the palm trees and beaches I’ve grown up with. Don’t get me wrong, there are trees here, huge, plush, green trees everywhere, the kind of trees Bob Ross made dance on his canvas. But the smog . . . I have no idea where that is. Breathing fresh air almost feels wrong. And apparently pizza is a big deal here. I’ve heard at least three separate arguments since I’ve moved about which pizza in town is best. Let’s all be friends and be grateful there is good pizza here.

And even though this is a “small” school town outside Chicago, it’s larger than life with boisterous personalities and ivy-covered buildings that cause me to believe I’m walking on the hallowed grounds where the prosperous were educated.

Plus, I had to buy leggings for all my skirts, because the temperature doesn’t call for bare legs out here.

The wind picks up again, lifting my skirt and map at the same time. Not wanting to be known as the resident flasher on campus, I save the skirt—because even though I have leggings, I chose not to wear them today—and tamp it back down on my legs as the map lifts from my book, floats into the air, twirling and swirling only to smack a passing guy right in the face.

Whap .

“What the—?” He startles and I jump into action.

“I’m so sorry,” I say, scrambling to hold my skirt down while clutching my parted book at my chest.

The map is slowly peeled away and a pair of beautiful light blue eyes peek past the paper first, followed by the sharpest jawline I’ve ever seen, defined and tense. Light scruff matches his dirty-blond hair that is swept to the left and cut short on the sides. Dressed in a green Brentwood baseball sweatshirt and wearing a jaw-dropping smile, he chuckles and hands me the map while eyeing me up and down.

Why is he so familiar?

Those eyes.

“Not a problem, but you could have asked for help if you were lost. Slapping me with a map is an aggressive tactic, effective, but aggressive.”

That voice, that smirk. I know it from somewhere.

Feeling a light blush creep up my cheeks, I say, “Not used to the wind.”

He nods and thumbs behind him. “Lake Michigan. It’s a bitch in the winter.” He studies me for a second and then nods at my map. “Where you headed? I can help.” There is the smallest southern drawl in his voice, nothing strong, but enough to tell me he’s not from Illinois.

I know that voice. I remember specifically thinking it was hot.

Tamping down my map and folding it in my book that I snap shut quickly, I say, “I promised I’d figure this all out on my own, but looks like I might need a little help after all.”

“Don’t blame yourself; this campus is a maze with no rhyme or reason. I was lost my entire first semester. Can’t tell you how many times I was late to class.”

“That’s reassuring.”

He tilts his head to the side and gives me a small once-over. “I know you.” I don’t say anything and just as his eyes land on my chest, a smile creeps over his face, a light bulb lighting in his head. “You’re the girl who helped me find my room on Saturday.”

Oh.

Shit.

It’s the yellow-door baseball guy.

He leans forward, hands stuffed in his pockets and says, “I never forget a good pair of tits.”

As if I wasn’t blushing enough already.

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