#but yeah i was doing pretty okay with staying awake and suddenly it hit me like a ton of bricks and next thing i know chin is against my

[httpuckdrop]

ashes – day 116

jack had gotten a bad hit.

sure, tackles and hits are just a part of hockey – but this one was worse than usual.

he wasn't even sure how he got himself into the situation, but during his game against the bruins, his head had been bent down far too much when he had tried to shoot off a pass along the barrier. when an opponent went in for the tackle, jack's head hit the boards in a nasty angle, and everything had gone black instantly.

the directions from the team doctors were clear: he needed to stay in a dark room, with no lights or loud sounds. he wasn't allowed to use his brain too much, since that would only worsen the concussion. no phone, no stepping outside the bedroom for at least three whole days.

thankfully, your apartment was the perfect place to keep someone who'd just gotten a concussion; the blackout curtains of your bedrooms were of the best brand, keeping the room perfectly dark during all hours of the day. that's why jack now found himself lying flat on his back on your bed, with his arms relaxing restlessly along his body, just as he had for the last 48 hours or so.

this wasn't the first time jack got a concussion. even back when he was a young player, he was too intense, too focused and too stubborn that he didn't care about the risk of injury when doing certain things on the ice, meaning that he had been forced to go through the boring process of recovering from head trauma several times. he recognized the feeling, and he hated it just as much as he had when he was still a teenager, when he was forced to stay inside while his brothers and friends could still practice. he wanted to do something, anything, but the pounding in his head limited his actions to pretty much none.

he felt helpless.

but even through the pain, there was one thing that made him smile.

you.

he was so thankful that you were there for him. he slept for most of his days, not having enough energy to stay awake for longer periods of time. but every time he woke up, you were there; reading him a book, telling him a story from your childhood, catching him up on the recent news. he was so thankful, because he thought he would have gone insane if he had to endure this all on his own.

"jack?" you asked from your side of the bed, voice hushed as it had been for the last two days. there was a small hum of an answer. "don't you want anything to eat? it's been…" you squinted, trying to make out the time from the clock on your wall. "seven hours since you had breakfast."

jack stayed silent, taking a few deep breaths before opening his eyes. "yeah, i think so."

your little nightlight, a lamp in the form of a fox in a far corner of the room, was the only source of light. jack could still make out your face clearly, probably due to the last two days of practicing his night vision. the concern on your face translated to worry on his, and then it was all just a downward spiral. you hated seeing him like this. jack was usually so energetic, so happy, so… tireless. seeing him like this really hurt you – and suddenly, you were back in your old mindset again. the pain and the worry and the anxiety all boiled up into one big soup of guilt. for the way you've treated him, for the way you care for him, for everything that has happened these last months. you stood up from the bed, about to make your way to the kitchen to cook something for him, but you stopped at him calling out your name in that raspy voice of his. "i'm sorry." when you looked back at him with a confused look, he spoke again. "for last week, for-"

"jack, it's okay." you shook your head at him, putting on a small smile. you didn't want him to worry about this now, not when his head was already overworked. "really."

now it was his time to shake his head – or, as much of a shake he could handle without his brain exploding from the jolt of pain shooting through it whenever he moved even an inch – and his voice was firmer when he spoke again. "no, please don't interrupt me now. i want you to hear that i'm serious about how sorry i am."

your heart fluttered like never before. not once until today had a man spoken to you like this. like you were someone worth apologizing to, someone worth fighting for.

"i am so sorry about pushing and pressuring you. i never should have." he took a deep breath. "you have your reasons not to trust me and not let me in, i understand that. however," his hand reached for your side, wanting you closer. "i also hope that in time, things might change. and i hope to stick along to find out if they do, without pressuring you, no matter how long it takes."

at this point, you wanted to throw yourself into his arms, bury him in kisses and hug the life out of him. but with the memory of his concussion still in your mind, you settled for leaning down to his height and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips for the first time in weeks.

maybe things would be okay, after all.

[pandaspwnz]

Milestone achieved: fell asleep at my desk

[linos-luna]

Choking ❣️🔪

Yandere!Jungkook x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Yandere, choking kink, obsession, fingering, sex, smut, dub con, cockwarmimg

Synopsis: Your boyfriend was sweet and loving, maybe a little too much. He was suffocating… literally. Jungkook had a choking kink. He was obsessed and took any opportunity to get his hands on your neck. It was a little odd to you but you weren’t one to kink shame so you allowed it during sex (although you weren’t really into it). However it was getting more intense and scary…

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Dinner was ready and you found yourself waiting for your boyfriend to come home. You sat on the couch, scrolling on your phone humming to yourself.

You haven’t been dating for long actually. But Jungkook was insistent that you moved in quickly. It was fine, you loved him and he helped you financially as well. When going out, you often wore a turtleneck or scarf to hide your neck. There was obvious signs of choking.

Your boyfriend opened the front door and you were happy to see him.

“Hi baby.” Jungkook said, removing his shoes and giving you a hug.

“I’m glad you’re back, kookie.” You smiled as he kissed your forehead. “I made dinner.”

“Smells great.” He said while moving your hair. Your boyfriend stroked your neck with two fingers. He loved the look of what he’s done to you.

You only closed your eyes and prayed he wouldn’t right now. “D-dinner is ready…” you repeated.

“Oh. Yeah I’m hungry.” He chuckled while removing his hand.

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After eating, you fell asleep on the couch as Jungkook washed the dishes. Jungkook went to you after finishing. He lifted you up bridal style and took you to the bedroom. He gently laid you down and climbed over you, softly kissing your lips.

You were half awake and nearly panicked when seeing him.

“Hey. Hey! It’s okay.” Jungkook said while stroking your hair. “I just... I haven’t seen you all day baby…”

You nodded as he continued kissing you and now kissing down your neck.

You whined at the feeling and he yanked your pants down followed by your panties.

“J-Jungkook—!”

“I got you baby…” he groaned while undoing his jeans.

“K-kookie… I don’t-… I-…”

“You don’t want what?” He asked sternly with his hand on your neck.

You stayed silent, he wasn’t squeezing but it still scared you.

“That’s what I thought, baby…”

Jungkook removed his pants and boxers then teased your clit with his fingers. You moaned at the feeling and lightly bucked your hips.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He teased While fingering you.

“K-kookie—…” you whined while putting your hands on his wrist that was still holding your neck. “N-not… d-don’t—.”

You tried tugging his wrist and but he’s pretty strong and wasn’t budging. Something about the fear in your eyes turned him on even more.

“Aw baby… you’re so cute.” He smirked as he teased your cunt with his cock. Your eyes rolled back as he suddenly thrust into you and you yelped. It was a tight fit and always hard to get used to.

He didn’t move his hips yet since he knew you always needed some time to get used to the size.

Jungkook continued making out with you and bit your lip to get his tongue through. For a bit you kissed back but whined when he put his other hand to your neck, lightly squeezing.

Your boyfriend looked down at you with admiration as he slowly thrusted into you.

“I love you so much, y/n…” he said while squeezing your throat. You were already struggling to breathe and could barely move.

“J-ju-Jun-…” you could barely breathe and he let up while thrusting faster into you.

Jungkook was strong and when hitting that sweet spot it had you moaning and whimpering uncontrollably. You were gasping loudly as he slowly squeezed your throat again.

“C’mon baby…” he grunted. “You’re gonna cum right? Do it already, do it for me babygirl…”

After another hard thrust, you came with an intense orgasm. But you couldn’t even recover as her continued choking you with his cock still in you.

“What a good girl you are…” he panted. “You look so beautiful…”

You were feeling lightheaded as he squeezed harder and found your vision getting blurry. You knew you were close to passing out when all you could hear was your heartbeat and shallow breathing. Your hands on his wrists went limp and he came as he watched you go unconscious.

Jungkook quickly let go and pulled out. He smirked while kissing your neck. It was almost a desperate kiss; he left sloppy kisses and whined as he licked parts of your neck.

“Oh baby… my baby…” he panted while practically sucking on your neck. You’re never leaving me…”

[the-himawari]

A3! Sumeragi Tenma - Translation [SR] Bright Star of Blooming (2/2)

*Please read disclaimer on blog; default name set as Izumi

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Yuki: I’m glad we finished the talk show without a hitch.

Misumi: It was tons of fun chatting about the show~!

Kumon: The story about Tenma-san getting lost was a huge hit!

Tenma: That’s a weird point to get riled up about.

Izumi: Tenma-kun, can I ask you to take the polaroid photo now?

Tenma: Sure. We’re supposed to make a heart pose, right?

Izumi: Yep, exactly. It’s to express all your gratitude to everyone who’s always supporting you.

Tenma: I see. You got it.

Izumi: Okay, I’m taking it. Say cheese!

*click*

Misumi: It’s a cheek heart~!

Kumon: You’re cool as hell, Tenma-san~!

Yuki: …Well, nothing’s wrong with a classic.

Tenma: Why does that sound like a jab!?

*dream starts*

Tenma: (…Ngh?) (Where… is this? This is definitely does not look like the dorm’s ceiling…)

Alibaba: …Oh, you’re awake now?

Tenma: !? (—Alibaba!?)

Alibaba: Woah, easy there. Are you alright to be getting up so suddenly? You were sleeping so soundly just a moment ago like you had listened to one of Scheherazade’s bedtime stories.

Tenma: (I see… so this is Alibaba’s house. And I assume this is the world from “Water me!!”.) (…This is probably a dream then, huh?) (That being said—)

Tenma: Um… why am I here?

Alibaba: You don’t remember? I rescued you in the street when you couldn't move since you were being surrounded by townspeople. But then they started chasing after us, so I decided to hide you in my house for the time being—. As soon as we arrived, you suddenly said you felt sleepy. You’ve been fast asleep ever since.

Tenma: (I have absolutely no recollection of that. I mean, we’re in a dream, so I guess I didn’t actually experience it… so that’s what we're working with here, huh?)

Alibaba: Those folks had a keen interest in your clothes. If you stayed there, they would’ve stripped you of everything you had.

Tenma: I see… I guess you're right. In any case, thanks for saving me. And sorry… for falling asleep after you let me into your home.

Alibaba: Don’t sweat it. You were only asleep for about 10 minutes—. And Scheherazade… my wife was out too, so the timing worked out.

Tenma: (As I thought, Scheherazade is here too… It feels kind of fresh hearing him call her his wife.)

Alibaba: Well, I see why they were interested though. You don’t see the clothes you’re wearing around here.

Tenma: Ahh… I came here from a different country.

Alibaba: That makes sense. The roads here are complicated and it’s easy to get lost. Tourists better be careful.

Tenma: I-I’ll be fine! I won’t get lost.

Alibaba: …That’s good to hear. … By the way, I have something I’d like to ask you… you see…

Tenma: What is it?

Alibaba: Does your country… have a legendary paradise oasis?

Tenma: —! Pfft…

Alibaba: Hey! Why are you laughing!?

Tenma: No… sorry about that. (Alibaba’s still the same as always.) I’m not sure… But I can’t say for certain there isn’t one.

Alibaba: For real!?

Tenma: Yeah. I hope you’ll come visit my country one day. If you do, I’ll show you around.

Alibaba: Sounds great. I’ll ask you when the time comes then. I’m Alibaba. What’s your name?

Tenma: …Sumeragi Tenma. I’m the man who’s going to sweep all the best male actor awards in the world—.

*dream ends*

Tenma: —! (…So I finally woke up? I’m glad I don’t see the ceiling in Alibaba’s house anymore). … (I have to admit it was a pretty interesting dream getting to meet and talk with Alibaba.) (It’s a shame that I woke up right before we shook hands at the end. But next time I'll win the best male actor award…) (And once I’ve become an even more famous actor than before, I hope I can meet him in my dream again and proudly re-introduce myself.) That being said, that’s kind of like meeting myself though. Actually, does he even know what a best male actor award is…?

Yuki: …What are you doing talking to yourself?

Tenma: Gah… since when were you here!?

Yuki: I’ve been here the whole time. You suddenly started reaching out your hand even though you were asleep. I figured you must be dreaming, but I see you're still dwelling over it after you woke up.

Tenma: There’s nothing wrong with that!

Yuki: So? What kind of dream was it?

Tenma: …It was nothing, okay?

Yuki: Oh, was it a dream that you can’t tell anyone else about or something?

Tenma: What kind of dream would that be!?

Yuki: You tell me. People get curious if you hide it, you know?

Tenma: I’m not trying to hide anything… But it was a good dream.

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[lmkimagines]

Pardon the anon ask, I'm always asking in Anon.

The blurbs about SWK, Macaque, and Red Son about kissing them to keep them in bed are super sweet. So, now I must ask:

What about the opposite? Kissing them to coax them to bed? Like kissing them on their head to catch their attention before going to sleep or similar. (No need for NSFW unless you want to. I was just thinking fluff.)

Mild angst in Wukong's part. Mention of nightmares.

Sun Wukong

He falls asleep pretty easily but that doesn’t mean he sleeps well. He has frequent nightmares and is usually up in the middle of the night because of them. They tend to repeat but he never gets used to them, especially the ones where he’s too late to save you. 

You wake up to him yelling “No!” and bolting up. You startle awake and ask if he’s okay and what’s going on. 

“Y-You’re here. You’re okay.” He mumbles then evens his voice out. “Yeah, I’m fine, peaches. Just a nightmare.” 

You tiredly whine as he gets up but he assures you that he’s just going to get some air. 

After half an hour, though, you decide to go find him. You find Wukong sitting on one of the ledges overlooking Flower Fruit Mountain. You call out to him and sit beside him. He gives you a forced smile that turns to a genuine soft smile as you ask him to come back to bed. 

When you start kissing him, the man absolutely melts into your touch. Finally giving a sigh of relief and relaxing, he agrees that you shouldn’t be out in the cold and carries you to bed. 

Red Son

He tends to lose track of time when he’s working so this ends up being a rather common occurrence. To the point that Princess Iron Fan will sometimes ask you to get her son to go to sleep. 

Tonight wasn’t one of those nights, however, you did miss him since he’d been in his workshop all day and barely came out even to eat. You briefly greeted his mom as you passed her in the hall. 

You call out his name as you enter his shop. The loud clanging that usually accompanies his work stopped. 

“Shouldn’t you be in bed, my love?” Red Son asked, turning in his chair to face you. You point out that it’s late and he should be in bed too. “But I really need to finish-” 

He stops his protest when you start pressing kisses to his face. His face goes red and his magic flares up, causing his hair to light on fire. You giggle at the warmth on your face and tell him how much you just wanna cuddle and go to sleep but you can’t do that without your wonderful partner. 

“I.. I suppose this will still be here in the morning…” He says, finally relenting. He gets up and follows you to your shared room where he gives in to your demands for cuddles. 

Macaque

He usually gets home in the middle of the night so the fact that you waited up for him at all surprises him. 

“Hey, sugarplum, You’re up awfully late.” He says with his characteristic grin. “Go ahead and head to bed. I’ll be in soon.” You protest that you’re not going to bed without him and he chuckles. 

His smile softens and he says “Stubborn little thing aren’t you?” You tell him that it’s not unfounded since only god knows how late he stays up on any given day. “Touche” 

He goes to start stripping out of his armor but you pull him in first and start kissing him. He smiles and gives you just as many kisses back as he gets into his pjs. 

“Are you trying to seduce me into decent sleeping habits?” He asks, lightly laughing. You ask if it’s working. “It might be. If I come home to this every day, I might have to get home a little earlier.” 

He suddenly picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You laugh and kick your feet at him. He gives you a light slap on the but and carries you to the bedroom where he throws you on the bed, careful not to hit your head on the headboard.

He plops down right after you hit the bed and starts kissing you again. You laugh as his fur tickles you. You slap his arm and tell him to stop. And after that, he pulls you close and you two settle down to sleep.

[spider-ghoul]

HII!! Oh my word your fics are literally masterpieces! Like some of the best I’ve read on this whole website but my idea is Leo Valdez x child of big 3 reader where they are besties and like eachother but neither know it yet but they don’t feel like they live up to what is thought of/expected of children of posidion hades or zues and go to Leo for comfort and one ends up confessing (this is my first time doing an ask so I’m sorry if it’s too specific or anything but yea) byeee!!

Thanks so much for the request:) also omg thank you so much??? I love feedback so much and i was so happy when i got this!! Sorry this took so long, writers block hit aweful n ive been busy but here it is!

Im going with a child of hades (because thats me) so i hope thats okay its also pretty short

Synopsis: Leo's getting concerned about your absence, and checks in on you... He reminds you amazing you are : D

CW's: low self estee, nicknames (leo calls r spook), skin picking mentions, R didn't show up to breakfast/lunch (idk what i need to put that under),

You didn't show up to lunch today. Or breakfast.

That would be normal a few months ago, but since you had started sitting with your best friend, Leo Valdez, you started showing up to lunch.

It was a system of sorts: you wouldn't skip if Leo was there, and Leo wouldn't skip if you were there. His streaks of working for fourteen straight hours in bunker nine were gone. Eventually, you even became friends with his siblings too.

When you didn't show up to breakfast, he brushed it off. You had probably just slept in. But, then, you didn't show up to lunch either. That's when he got worried.

He wasn't worried about you, per say. His first thought was that you were mad at him. He had already prepared an apology by the time he approached your cabin.

He knocked twice, waited, knocked again, and then pushed open the door.

"hey, spook-? You in here?"

He slipped into the cabin, his eyes darting to the lump on your bed. At first he just thought it was a blanket. He realized soon after that you were hiding under it.

"spook?"

He approached you, sitting on the edge of your bed and resting a hand overtop your comforter.

"You awake..?"

He heard a sniff before a mumbled, "Yeah, M'sorry.."

His heart sank a bit, his concern growing.

"You...you okay?"

It took him a minute to realize it, but suddenly you were sitting up and wrapping your arms around his shoulders, burying your face into his neck, which was now being wet with tears.

He hesitated, not sure whether or not to say something. He decided to stay quiet, wrapping his arms around your back and pulling you a bit closer.

He swallowed tilting his head down into your hair, and you sat that way for a long time.

Eventually, your sobs dwindled down to sniffs, though his grip on you never loosened.

"Wanna tell me about it?"

He felt your nod, and loosened his arms around you just enough for you to look up at him.

"...I need to get stronger."

His eyebrows furrowed a bit, and his head tilted to the side, "Stronger?"

You nodded, "All of the other big three kids are so much... I dunno, better than me?" You paused, bringing up your hands to pick at your nail beds, "Everyone expects me to be some... Strong fighter who is ready to defend camp and...I'm not."

His raised one of his hands, putting it over yours. A silent plea to stop before you make your fingers bleed.

"You really think they expect that of you?"

"...Yeah."

"Spook, that doesn't matter." He watched you look away, biting the inside of your cheek, "anyone who expects that of you obviously can't see how amazing you already are."

You sniffed again, "but-"

"But nothing. Everyone is different, and some people are gonna be better fighters, and some people aren't. But they're gonna be amazing, kind, beautiful people. Like you."

Then you're crying again and he panics. What did i do-

His train of thought is cut off by the soft press of your lips to his cheek. He looks at you for a moment, and blinks.

"... thanks, Leo."

[writinginatree]

Safe Where He Belongs

Relationship(s): John Wick/reader

Summary: You stay up waiting for John to come home from a hit that's hopefully supposed to be the last one he has to do, refusing to sleep until you've taken care of his wounds and have him safe in your arms.

Warnings: Blood and injury, swearing

You rub your eyes, fighting to stay awake as you turn another page of the book you're reading. A new chapter starts, and you wonder if you should keep going. Now would be a good place to call it a day. But the whole point of staying up so late reading was to kill the time while you waited for John to come home, and he's still not here yet. It shouldn't be much longer, though. He promised to be back tonight, though he also said it might be late.

You sigh, and silently thank the universe that this will probably be the last time he had to be away on one of his 'business trips'. If all went as planned, he'll finally be free from his obligations to the high table and associated organizations, will never have to kill again. You'll have him all to yourself, then.

Of course you could have gone to sleep already — John will tell you that you should have done just that when he gets back, no doubt —, but you refuse to do so without hearing how the job went and having him kiss you goodnight first.

You wouldn't be able to fall asleep anyway, not until you've seen he's alright.

Sure, he texted you earlier to let you know he'd be home soon, but you know he wouldn't deem possible injuries worth mentioning unless they were life-threatening. Smaller cuts and bruises are so normal to him he just ignores them, so normal you sometimes wonder if he even notices them at all. You do, though. You've already gotten the first aid kit ready, and no matter how tired you are, you're going to clean up every teeny tiny injury John might have and put bandaids on them. Then you'll let yourself go to sleep — preferably in his arms — and not a second sooner.

You're two pages into the next chapter when you faintly hear the sound of a key being turned in the lock. With the bedroom door open, you can hear John moving around in the quiet hallway. You can imagine how he takes off his shoes and sneaks toward the bedroom on socked feet, not making a sound safe for the barely audible rustling of his clothes. He can't know if you're still awake, and is making sure he won't disturb you should you be asleep already.

You smile at the thought, and sit up in bed so you can throw yourself right into his arms the second he's close enough.

When you can suddenly hear him move, as he stops sneaking and comes into the room normally, you know he's seen the light from the small reading lamp clipped to your book, and knows you're up. You hold your breath when his steps near the bedroom door, hoping you won't see too much blood on him.

Your wish seems to be fulfilled. John looks exhausted, and there is some blood — a small cut on his jaw, a split lip, abrasions on his knuckles —, but all in all he seems to be in pretty good condition; you've seen him in much worse state after other jobs. With his dark clothes it's hard to tell if there's blood on those, but you'd be surprised if there wasn't. You just hope none of it is his own.

A smile lights up his tired face when you mutter a soft greeting and make grabby hands for him. A few quick steps, and he's standing beside your side of the bed, leaning down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss.

He lets you take his hands in yours and press a quick kiss to them after his lips left yours, but makes sure not to touch the bed to avoid getting blood anywhere. "I told you not to wait up for me," he scolds, but the loving look on his face makes it hard to believe he isn't secretly glad you're awake to welcome him home.

"I missed you."

His face softens even more, and he kisses you again. "I missed you too."

"Did everything go okay?"

"Yeah."

You wait if he'll go into detail, but of course he doesn't. He never tells you more about that part of his life than necessary. That's okay with you, though sometimes you can't help but feel bad about how he has to deal with all these doubtlessly awful things by himself. You try your best to he there for him in every way you can, but it's hard to know how to do so when you don't know the details of what's haunting him.

"Are you hurt?"

He shakes his head, still smiling. "Just some scratches. Nothing serious."

"Well, I'm still gonna take care of those 'scratches'." You throw back the blanket and get up, taking John's hand in yours to make sure he follows you to the bathroom. "Come on."

"You know you don't have to do that."

"Yeah. But I want to."

"Alright. Just let me shower first, okay?"

"Yeah, of course." You peck his lips again. "Go ahead, I'll bring you clean clothes."

Once John has washed off the blood, he sits down on the edge of the bathtub in his underwear and patiently holds still as you look him over for injuries and treat every one of them, no matter how minor it may be. Even though he doesn't deem it necessary, he knows it's important to you to take care of him like this, so he doesn't complain, even if you can imagine how tired he must be, and that he'd much rather go straight to bed than sit here letting you play doctor.

Most of the injuries really aren't that bad. You wouldn't go so far as calling them 'just scratches', but you already knew John was downplaying them by saying that. There's a cut on his shoulder that has you worried for a moment, but on closer inspection it's shallow and not nearly as bad as it seemed on first glance. In a few spots bruises are already starting to form, and you suspect by tomorrow he'll be black and blue all over, but there's not much you can do about that. You'd have to cover his whole body in ice packs, which wouldn't be very comfortable for either of you — you still plan on getting your long-awaited cuddles, and would rather not freeze while doing so, thank you very much.

Just when you think you're done, you spot a wound on John's calf you hadn't noticed before that looks worse than the others. Grasping his leg, you make him turn to the side so you can get a better look at it from where you're sat on the floor before him.

"You said you've only got a few scratches!"

"It's not as bad as it looks."

"It's a fucking stab wound, John!"

"It's not very deep. You can put a bandaid on it if you'd like."

"You can bet your ass I'll put a bandaid on it," you say, already cleaning the wound, "but are you sure that'll be enough? It's gaping open pretty wide."

John rummages through the first aid kit until he finds a package of skin closure strips that he hands to you. You use three of them to close the wound, bandage it, and place a kiss on top of it once you're done.

John takes your face between his hands and guides it toward his, kissing your lips. "Thank you, love. Let's go to bed now, yeah?"

You nod, pecking his lips once more before going ahead to bed while he pulls on his pajamas.

A minute later John joins you, slipping underneath the covers beside you and wrapping his arms around you. You snuggle close to him, resting your head on his chest so you can listen to the steady beating of his heart. There's nothing else quite as soothing as that sound, so reassuring and perfect. It's like a promise that he's here. Safe, alive. His heart beats for you, and always will as long as he's alive, and he won't let anyone take him away from you. He'll survive anything to come back to you.

"You said everything went okay, right? So you won't have to go again? No more... jobs?"

"No more jobs," John confirms. "I'm all yours now."

"Good. That's great." You stretch to press a kiss to his jaw, and grin up at him. "I think I'll bake a cake tomorrow. This needs to be celebrated, don't you think?"

John chuckles. "You know I'd never say no to anything you bake."

You nod, and snuggle against his chest again. It's getting hard to keep your eyes open any longer, now that you don't have to worry about him anymore. He's back in your arms where he belongs, safe and as unhurt as possible. Now you can finally sleep.

"Good night, John. Love you."

He wraps his arms around you a little tighter and leans down to kiss the top of your head. "I love you too. Sleep well."

[alyssaswrld999]

Why Are You Doing This To Yourself?/ Dean Winchester x Reader

Warning: Vaping, Deppression, Self-harm, Kissing, Comfort, Deep Conversations

Story Prompt: Y/n has been hunting with Dean and Sam for a long time. She has had trouble dealing with some stuff that's on her mind and everything going on around her lately. Y/n finally finds her best solution and she has considered "Vaping calms her". Dean finds her and he has so many thoughts on this.

Y/n's POV:

Lately hunting has been a struggle for me. Everything has just been going wrong and I feel like I'm messing things up. Im having a hard time believing I'm gonna be ok. That it's gonna just get better and I can move on.

Is it though?

Am I going to get through this?

Am I doing good by putting others first?

Life as a hunter is never easy at all. I always hear Sam and Dean say "This life isn't easy". It's true I mean this life puts the ones you love in danger.

This life makes you end up dead.

This life makes you a different person.

It changes your whole aspect of reality...

Ever since Charlie died I've had a hard time. So has Dean and Sam. Charlie was my bestfriend and she would always call and check up on me and the boys.

But now since she's gone I have no one else to be a nerd with. Me and her loved the same music, movies, etc. She was like a sister to me and I miss her.

I just wish she was here...

I get up from my bed in the bunker and I walk over to my desk. I open the left drawer and I pull out my vape. I never told Sam and Dean that I started because I didn't want them to worry.

The only time that I use it is when I'm overwhelmed and just need to calm down. It helps me and it let's me take a break from the stress.

I walk back over to my bed and I put some music on and start to take a hit. It was relaxing to know I can have a moment to myself.

Suddenly someone knocked on my door. "Y/n you awake?" Dean said.

"Yeah give me a sec" I said quickly. I take my vape and put it in my bra really quick. As I fix my shirt Dean opens the door. "Hey" I said smiling at Dean.

Dean looked around my room and then looked at me. "Hey... does it smell fruity in here?" Dean asked. I look around and played dumb. "Uh no not really I mean the only fruity thing in my room is my perfume" I said.

"Oh okay uhm well I came In here to ask you if you wanted to spend the night with me? In my room and uh we could watch a movie?" Dean said smiling.

Dean and me would do this every Friday night and I mean it is one of the best things me and him do. This would make me feel better I mean it's Dean. I love him a lot and well even if we don't stay in the same room that doesn't mean he isn't the best boyfriend ever.

I just don't want him to know I vape because I don't want him to worry. He already has enough stress on his plate and it ain't fair to him or Sam.

"Of course I'll spend the night with you De" I said. Dean smiled and got excited at my answer. "Alright uhm I'm gonna make the popcorn and set up the movie. You go to my room and make yourself comfy ok" Dean said.

I nodded my head and laughed at him. "Alrighty De I can do that" I said. Dean walked up to me and kissed my head. "I love you Y/n" Dean said.

I love how Dean gets like this because it's so sweet. He acts all tough but the truth is he's just my big teddy bear. "I love you to Dean" I said kissing his cheek.

Dean then walked away and went to make the popcorn. I sighed and got up to put my vape away in my desk. "Can't let him see me hurting" I thought.

I change my clothes and put on my black night pants and Dean's grey tshirt. I mean you can't have a good movie night without being In comfy baggy pj's.

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I get into Dean's room and make myself comfortable on Dean's bed. I brought my pillow and my favorite blanket. I set it up on Dean's bed and I finally lay down and wait for Dean.

Pretty soon a couple of minutes later Dean comes back with a bag of candy, popcorn, and two beers. I chuckled at him seeing him struggle. I get up and walk over to Dean smiling at him.

"Let me help you De" I said grabbing the beers and popcorn. I walk over to the bed and sit down and set the snacks up. Dean puts down the bag of candy beside me and then walks over to close his bedroom door.

"I'm gonna change real quick so is it cool if you set up the movie?" Dean asked. I nodded my head and grabbed his laptop and pulled up the movie. He wanted to watch "Scream" and "Texas Chainsaw Massacre".

"Thought you only wanted to watch one movie?" I said. Dean turned around and as I looked up I was really liking his pj's. He had only grey sweatpants and a white tshirt.

"Yeah uh I was just thinking if you wanted to watch another movie we could have two? I mean it's just fun to do these movie nights and well just wish you could stay in this room with me all the time" Dean said.

I nodded my head and tapped the bed. "I mean we could make that happen" I said. Dean smiled and sat down on the bed beside me getting comfortable.

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4 hours later me and Dean are still laying in bed watching movies. As I was sitting there I kept having the urge to go and have a quick "break". I look over at Dean and seen that he was asleep.

I get up quietly and cover him up with the blankets. "I'll be back" I whispered as I lean down to kiss him. My lips make contact with his forehead and I sighed as I pulled away.

I make my way out of Dean's bedroom and make my way down the hall to mine. My breath kept getting quicker and quicker as I made it closer to my room.

I didn't even realized that I arrived at my bedroom door and opened it. My feet were moving for me and my mind was fuzzy. The next thing I know I have my vape in my hands and I'm taking hits from it.

I didn't even hear the footsteps coming down the hallway to my room or the faint voice calling my name. I was just focused on inhaling the vape.

"Y/n..." Dean said. I finally came back to reality after calming down and realized I've been caught. I turn and look at Dean and he was pissed. "Oh shit..." I mumbled.

The expression on Dean's face explained everything that he was feeling. He seemed Angry, confused, sad, upset. "Why the hell are you vaping?" Dean said walking towards me. I froze in place not being able to move away. I was angry at myself that I could be so stupid to give up quickly to hit that stupid damn vape.

"Dean let me explain" I mumbled. Dean kept walking toward me and grabbed my vape from my hands. "I can't believe that your doing this to yourself" Dean said with venom at the end of his sentence.

"Dean just let me explain" I said. Dean looked at me with anger in his eyes. "Y/n why? Why do this" Dean said with less venom. I started to tear up and Dean noticed. "No... no you don't get to do that not after this" Dean said holding up the vape. I look down at the floor finding it more interesting to look at then Dean at the moment.

All I hear is Dean's footsteps leave the room and I start tearing up again. I look up and seen he was gone and I felt my heart breaking as I fall to my knees on the floor. I wanted to shout and scream but I couldn't. All I could do is sit there and cry on silence with no one to hear me.

Dean was hurt by me doing this to myself and he has every right to be. But at the same time he doesn't understand how I feel about anything. How I have to just live with this pain and not show it. And because the fact I never show it I always feel alone.

But I need Dean to be here for me but he won't. I understand why he won't be but still. He stormed out instead of talking it out with me. Do I need to be alone? Do I need to suffer alone? Who knows...

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The next day was more stressful and awkward as last night. It was different and I felt more alone than I was before. I woke up in my room and I felt a tug in my heart. I didn't want to get out of bed but I knew I needed to face the day.

I open the door slowly and I take a quick breath. "Hopefully no one's awake yet" I thought. I walk out of my room and I make my way to the kitchen to see Sam on his laptop. I quickly walk over to the coffee maker and make myself a glass of coffee. "Good morning" Sam said.

I sighed and turn to look at Sam. "Mornin" I said. Sam looked at me and raised his eyebrows in question. "Are you okay?" Sam asked. I sighed and took a sip of my coffee but I choked at the bitter taste. "Yeah... uhm I really don't know how to answer that" I said.

"Wanna talk about it?" Sam said closing his laptop. I looked at Sam and was about to respond until Dean entered the kitchen. I look away and put my coffee mug down. "I'll see you later Sam" I said leaving the room.

As I walked away I heard Dean scoff and I then decided to hide beside the door to the kitchen. "What was that about" Sam said. I heard Dean sigh and then he began to speak.

"Y/n was vaping"

"Wait what? Why would she do that"

"I don't know Sam"

"Did you talk to her about it"

"No, I stormed off last night and haven't talked to her since then"

"Dean you need to talk to her"

"Why Sam? There is nothing to say, I just can't believe she would do something like that to herself"

"Well Dean talking is better than leaving her to fight with whatever is going on alone"

I finally had enough listening and I made my way back to my room. I just didn't want to be around Dean because he clearly has nothing to say to me.

As I enter my room a whole new wave of depression hit me. I couldn't take this pain anymore and I just didn't want to see Dean right now. I shut my door and I rush to my bed seeming as that was the only thing to do.

"Why Charlie" I thought. As I sink down more into my bed the thoughts kept spilling like it was a waterfall in my head. What after felt like moments I heard a faint knock at my door. I didn't respond. The only thing I could do was listen.

After a moment the knock came back but it was more louder. Then finally the door knob turned and the door was opening. "Y/n?" Someone said. I didn't move my head to see who it was but the type of voice and the way the person acted from what I could hear was Sam.

"Y/n please can we talk" Sam said. I didn't move and Sam sighed. I thought he was going to leave but I was wrong. "Y/n Dean told me what happened and I was wondering if you could talk to me" Sam said gently. The next thing I know Sam is sitting on my bed and rubbing my shoulder softly.

I finally gave in and I latched myself to Sam and I was crying. I wanted to tell him what was going on but all I could do was cry. I couldn't stop crying because of all of my thoughts playing over and over in my head. I felt like I was crazy and I didn't know what to do.

"Hey, hey Its gonna be okay... it's okay Y/n" Sam said rubbing my head softly. I sobbed and I looked up at Sam. "I- I'm sorry" I said softly. Sam rubbed my head and comforted me. "It's okay you don't need to apologize. Just tell me what's going on and we will find a way to make everything okay" Sam answered.

I nodded my head and I started sobbing again. Sam comforted me until I calmed down to where I was ready to talk. I pulled away from Sam and I straightened myself to sit up.

"Its- there's just been so- so much going on" I mumbled. Sam looked at me concerned and rubbed my back softly. "After Charlie- after everything its just- I'm losing it Sammy" I said looking up at Sam. Sam gave me his usual empathetic look and nodded his head.

"Y/n I understand how you feel... and your not gonna lose it okay"

"But how do you know im not"

"Because you have me, Dean and Castiel"

"Are you sure about Dean? Because clearly from last night it explains he is mad at me"

"Dean's not mad at you Y/n he's worried and wants you to be okay"

"I understand he is worried I just don't want him to be... I just really need him right now and I don't want him being distant"

"Just give him a bit to calm down Y/n... he loves you"

"Okay... thank you Sammy"

"You're welcome Y/n"

Sam pulled me into a hug and I wrapped my arms around him. "It's gonna be okay" Sam whispered. I nodded my head and I pulled away. I laughed a little wiping my tears away and I smiled at Sam.

"Yeah... yeah it's gonna be okay" I replied. Sam smiled and got up from the bed. "I'll let Dean know your okay" Sam said leaving the room. I nodded my head and smiled while wiping my tears.

After a couple of moments Dean appeared in the doorway. "Hey" I whispered. Dean walked towards me and I stayed still. "Look I'm sorry-" I said but was interrupted by Dean kissing me. I pulled away a few minutes later and Dean held my cheek.

"Y/n you don't have to apologize okay" Dean answered. I started to tear up again and I gently smiled. "I love you... and I'm sorry for walking off last night" Dean whispered. I kissed his cheek and I nodded my head. "I understand why you did it though... and you don't need to apologize either" I said.

Dean sat down and pulled me in for a hug. I sighed and wrapped my arms around Dean as he kissed my head.

"We're gonna get through this"

"Yeah... we are... one day at a time"

"I love you Y/n"

"I love you too Dean"

[shunin-gumis]

Temptation Towards Apoptosis - Track 04

L4mps 1st Feature Event

This chapter is translated by Jelly!

Location: Company Van Interior

Chief: Ryui-kun. It’ll take a while for us to reach Hirosaki, so let me know if you want someone else to drive.

Ryui: Sure.

Netaro: What’s there to do in Hirosaki~?

Chief: Umm, well there is Hirosaki Park where you can see Christmas lights that look like cherry blossoms in full bloom!

Yodaka: I myself am interested in Hirosaki Castle and the historical Western Style Villas.

Ryui: (Oh yeah, the map says that Apple Road is around here somewhere too.)

Ryui: (I think Morozumi-san mentioned that he used to ride rampant along it when he was still in his ex-biker gang…)

Ryui: (I wasn’t able to learn anything about his whereabouts yesterday. I hope I can find him by tomorrow…)

Chief: That’s right! I brought some snacks, so why don’t we share them along the way!

Chief: (In the end, Toi didn't eat much yesterday either. I hope he can fill his stomach even if just a little.)

Chief: Toi-kun, this snack—

Toi: Zzz… Zzz…

Nagi: Toi is currently leaning on me as he sleeps.

Chief: I see, he might be tired. We should let him sleep.

Netaro: Gimme! Doudou, gimme snaaaacks.

Ryui: Oi Yowa, stop making a fuss. You’re gonna knock over the snacks and make a mess of the van.

Ryui: And Hachinoya, don’t you dare move even a millimeter. You’re gonna wake Toi.

Nagi: Understood…

Ryui: The both of you better stay as still as a statue, or I’ll fucking throw you out and run you over.

Netaro & Nagi: *doesn’t move*

Daniel: Ryui, there’s a car coming your way. You should pull to the side—

Ryui: I know, dammit.

*starts slowing down*

Ryui: …

Daniel: …

Ryui: ……

Daniel: ……

*clunk*

Ryui: …’Kay.

Daniel: …Don’t you think you should hit the breaks a little harder?

Ryui: Toi’s having a good nap, so ‘course I gotta keep the car steady.

Yodaka: Now, now, driving safely isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Netaro: 70 points!

Ryui: Shut the fuck up. I'm gonna hit the gas again, so stop being annoying.

*Ryui starts driving*

Ryui: …, …

Daniel: Somethin’ wrong?

Ryui: …

Ryui: It won’t move.

Yodaka & Nagi: Huh?

Chief: HUUUUH!?

Netaro: 0 points!

Location: Snowy Path

Yodaka & Nagi & Ryui: On three!

*the three of them push the van*

Ryui: Ugh…!

Nagi: Oof…!

*the van starts but doesn’t move*

Ryui: *panting*…

Nagi: *heavy breathing*…

Daniel: I checked the battery, but there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with it.

Yodaka: …Well this is a predicament… One, two!

Daniel: Huff…!

*the van moves a little*

Nagi: Ah. It started moving a little after Buchi-san joined us…?

Daniel: Yeah, by like 5 centimeters. Chief, you’re stepping on the pedal, yeah?

Location: Company Van Interior

Chief: Yup!

Toi: …

Chief: (It looks like Toi-kun is still sleeping. Even though everyone is being pretty loud…)

Location: Snowy Path

Ryui: Oi, where’s Yowa?

Nagi: He saw a white stoat earlier and ran off chasing it.

Ryui: That piece of shit—

Ryui: …!?

Ryui: (The fuck was that, I suddenly got the chills…!?)

Ryui: Don’t tell me…! There’s one under the car…!?

*takes off his eyepatch*

Yodaka: Ryui?

Nagi: That eye…

Spirit: IieiIIIIii FounnNnddd YOuuuouUu FouNnndD YooOooUuUuu

Ryui: Uwah!

Nagi: ?

Daniel: ‘Something wrong? We're gonna give it another push.

Ryui: W-Wait…

Spirit: llLllettTss GooOOo OvvVeeR tttHeeRRe toooOGOooeeeThherrR

Yodaka: Hm? Was there something just now?

Ryui: (It’s fucking huge…! I can’t exorcise it if I have to protect 3 other people…!?)

Location: Company Van Interior

*the van shakes*

Chief: ? What’s happening everyon—

Chief: Whoa!? The car’s really shaking…!

Chief: T-Toi-kun, are you okay!?

Astaroth: …

Chief: Thank goodness you’re awake—

Astaroth: Looks like an annoying one has shown up…

Chief: Huh…?

Location: Snowy Path

Nagi: The van’s shaking a lot. Is there an earthquake?

Daniel: It’s going haywire now after all that…?

Spirit: TooOgoooooooooGethherrrrRr!!

Ryui: Guys!! Get away from the car—

???: HA!

Nagi: Wha…

Yodaka: Something just now—

???: These spirits are actin' up 'round these parts lately. I figured it was ya.

Ryui: …!

Chief: Everyone! I heard a really loud sound just now—

Netaro: S-Staout~ …Hopping …Lala titi dum.

???: Is this fella one of yer own? I reckon yer friend wouldda been flat as a pancake by now if I weren’ around to catch’m.

Ryui: …Haha

Ryui: As usual, I still don't understand what you're saying… Morozumi-san.

Nagi: …Huh?

Chief: So this person…?

Daniel: Is Morozumi-SAN…!?

Yodaka: My, now this is a surprise.

Location: Company Van Interior

Astaroth: …

Shall I teach you how to monopolize your brother's attention?

A way so he'll never take his eyes off you, a way so he'll never let go of your hands ever again—

Notes:

Hirosaki is one of the most culturally rich cities in the Northern part of Japan. It's know for it's cherry blossoms during the spring.

Hirosaki Castle Park is lined with a thousand cherry blossoms. In the winter, it is as the chief describes, but when the trees are fully bloomed in spring, the moat around the castle gets filled with cherry blossom petals to create a pink river.

Hirosaki Castle is castle owned by the Tsuguru samurai clan during the Sengoku to Edo period.

Apple Road is a road in Aomori that goes along many of the famed apple orchards in the prefecture.

Event Masterpost

Next Track

[northropi]

So I Think I Might Be Narcoleptic And My Psychiatrist Does Too

This has been going on for a while. Things got to a head when I was actually fired for a job due to constantly winking in and out of sleep, and it's still a considerable problem in my life because a lot of long drives (including, incidentally, my daily commute to work) are immensely risky, because no matter how much sleep I get, I just can't keep my eyes open. I was having trouble staying awake in classes as early as high school, and in retrospect I actually have a lot of secondary symptoms that point to it too.

One that's sort of a dead giveaway, albeit mild enough that it's hard to tell if it's intense enough to qualify, is that I seem to have cataplexy. It becomes hard to move, or even hold my arms up, when hit with a wave of sleepiness or intense emotion- which, you might be thinking, "well yeah you're fatigued," but it's a very different feeling than just having a tired limb and comes on very suddenly. My hands start to slip down the wheel while driving, my elbows can't stay straight, so on and so forth- if that is cataplexy, that's, like, 95% chance to be concurrent with narcolepsy, to my understanding, and a previous test that didn't diagnose me was taken under the presumption I didn't have those symptoms (and, also, an environment I apparently found very overstimulating, as I actually didn't get a wink of sleep that entire time, even over the night I stayed- my psych immediately considered this grounds for a second opinion given everything else). I also seem to have the diagnostic quality of tending to pass directly into REM sleep when hit with a sleep attack, which, frankly, makes it a lot worse. It can be hard to tell that I did pass out. In mild cases I'll see or hear someone standing next to me, blurry, mumbling something unintelligibly as I try and fail to look back up at them and answer. Less mild, I'll wink out for a minute, dream that I read something, and then wake up very, very, very confused if it's true or not, which probably is going to hamper my ability to do research in the future. Most concerningly, of course, I once almost went off an overpass because in my dream I was driving, in actuality I was very much not, and what woke me up was when I realized the sona of my internet friend should not in fact be chatting with me from the passenger seat.

Most recently was, well, not having, it's been a while, but realizing that a set of distinct memories I had were probably due to, sleep paralysis. At first I blew the idea that I had it off, but only recently have I connected the dots. What was happening was that from, like, Middle to High school, I had recurring episodes of, like... So I'd be sleeping on my belly, covers mostly over my head, and I'd feel sort of the weight of three steps landing next to me on the mattress, walking up along my body in a sequence. Initially, I assumed it was a cat. Then I started sleeping with my door closed. "Okay," I thought, "shit's haunted." It was a pretty horrifying experience even before I realized it couldn't have been the cats- I'd always just lock up in fear, in what I assumed was just some kind of instinctual, voluntary reaction, but also it seemed equally because I, you know, couldn't move. I wouldn't see anything in those situations because I generally covered my eyes under the covers, but the sensation was distinct and consistent between episodes. Bringing it up to the doctor while scheduling my new referral for another study (hopefully this one being closer to home won't make me all hyper-aware like I was for the first one), she certainly seemed to think it fit the bill, though I also don't know much about the phenomenon overall. Still, I guess that's another check mark on that list.

This leaves me in a pretty fucked up spot if true. The freeway I drive to work isn't just long, it's fucking dangerous. In a three-month period we had about as many fatal accidents, and the road is littered with car parts, not just little fragments of bumpers, like, fucking axels, just sticking up from the ground tossed to the side. It goes over a good amount of hills, big overpasses, lots of situations where I wouldn't just lightly tap a guardrail and be jolted awake, I'd go off the side and into some fuckin warehouse like the F-16C we had go down not too long ago. And here I am sometimes blinking and waking up two lanes over. Great. Job only offers semi-remote positions at most by the way, and I'm really not looking forward to gambling with other places because as much as the job itself beats me up on top of that they're actually decently nice to me there (granted i'm staying closeted lol) and simply put I don't know that better jobs exist.

beyond all that, eh, fuck it, i'll put some tags on this. interested in opinions i guess, if it sounds at a glance like it's the case or if i just have some confirmation bias going on. i actually get decent sleep at night so i don't think it's just fatigue- part of the reason i'm writing this is because i remembered the ridiculous level of recline my chair has can actually be restricted and this has really helped me not constantly fall asleep at the computer.

[ternfic]

Penance

Chapter Four: Dead Man’s Party

Good Cop jolted awake suddenly, blinking at the unfamiliar room. Oh, that was right- they’d stopped at a hotel. Bad Cop had dropped off so quickly, he’d forgotten. He looked around for their phone, finding it on the floor where it had fallen from Bad Cop’s limp fingers. Oddly enough, they seemed to have signal again, so he hurried to call Benny while they still had it. It rang until the voice mail picked up; he figured Benny must still be at the party and couldn’t hear it ringing. A message would work just fine, then.

“Hi Benny, it’s Alastar! Just wanted to let you know we had to stop for the night, Cary was pretty wore out from the long drive and is still out cold. The Old West is bigger than we remembered, but we should arrive in Rookburn tomorrow morning in time for the meeting. We hope you’re having fun at the party!”

He was interrupted as the door opened, and glanced over to greet their boss. “Hey! It’s about time you got back-”

It was approaching midnight. The kids had long since returned to the orphanage, and Alfred had tried to insist it was Dick’s bed time, but he was too wound up on sugar and excitement to sleep yet, so they allowed him to stay up. Benny considered it a successful party- he’d gotten to teach the kids the Thriller, definitely the highlight of his night. It had earned an eyeroll from Lucy, and Unikitty hadn’t stopped giggling through the whole thing, but it was worth it.

But Dick was finally starting to get tired, and just as Barbara was moving to usher the boy to his room, there was a commotion in the hallway. The doors slammed open to reveal Joker and Harley, and several others of their posse. The music cut out abruptly. Dick froze, eyes wide. “Uhh…” He glanced up. “Miss Barbara, we’re not in our superhero suits, what do we do??” he whispered urgently.

“Relax, everybody!” Joker called out before Barbara could even answer. “We’re not here to start trouble, we just heard there was a sweet party at Wayne Manor and decided to come check it out!”

“Like fun you are,” Batman growled. “You’re always up to something.”

“Not this time, Batsy,” Joker said, grinning when he scowled at the atrocious nickname. “We really are just here to have a good time. I promised my peeps a killer party, and nobody in Gotham throws a better party than Bruce Wayne, right? Where is he, anyway?” Unnoticed by the villain, Lucy facepalmed, and Benny began giggling.

“He’s. Being a boring host. In bed already cause he has to do boring CEO things in the morning.” He turned to Dick. “Like you ought to be, young man.”

“Aww, do I have to?? How often does a chance to party with the Joker come up?!”

“Once in a lifetime, kiddo,” Joker answered with a wink. “Better take advantage of it while you can.”

“It’s after midnight, Dick.”

“I don’t have school tomorrow!”

“You’re not partying with the Joker!”

“He’s not doing anything bad!”

“Yeah, come on Batsy, let the kid live a little.”

“Stop calling me that.”

Wheezing at the three of them, Benny pulled out his phone to check if Bad Cop had called. He hadn’t realized it had gotten so late already, and was sad he might have missed the call, but he’d fulfilled his promise- he was having fun. He drifted away from the arguing trio when he saw he had a message, wanting to be able to hear it better. Nearby, Barbara, Harley, and Ivy were having a quieter conversation. It sounded like it was about how “boys are such idiots”, likely meaning Batman and Joker, and he snickered as he hit ‘play’ on the message.

He was a little disappointed to hear Good Cop’s voice instead, but he was relieved to know they were okay. Odd that they’d had to stop for the night though, The Old West wasn’t that big. He would know.

Unikitty didn’t miss it when Benny jerked suddenly and dropped his phone, rubbing at his ear and staring wide-eyed down at the device. The clatter got everyone’s attention. Joker gave it a distracted frown and snatched it up, hitting replay and turning up the volume. Everyone flinched to hear the scream, and Benny turned green at the sound of the laughter that followed. “I know that laugh,” Joker mused.

“So do I,” Benny mumbled.

“Are you gonna be sick?” Dick asked, worried.

“I might be…”

“This way,” Barbara said softly, ushering Benny out of the ballroom.

“Who is it?” Batman demanded.

Joker rolled his eyes. “An old pal of mine, he went by The Ringmaster. He could have made a fantastic villain if he’d ever decided to go active. As it was, he sometimes provided inspiration for some of my schemes. I haven’t spoken to him in about, oh, ten years, though.”

“Why not?” Lucy asked, admittedly curious.

Joker shrugged. “It’s kinda hard to keep in touch with someone who’s dead.”

The ballroom was utterly silent.

“Wait,” Emmet said. “If he died ten years ago, then how would Benny know him when he came out of stasis only five years ago?”

“Because I knew him before I went into stasis.” Emmet whirled to see Benny and Barbara standing in the doorway once more, the spaceman cupping a glass of ginger ale with both hands and still looking a little green, but better than he had just a few minutes before. Emmet bit his lip at Benny’s unnervingly dark expression. Even Joker was giving him a wary look.

“Benny…?”

“I think the Cops and Busy are in trouble.”

“Oh, I knew it!” Unikitty huffed. “Why didn’t they listen?!”

“I just don’t understand why he’d target them…”

“If I recall correctly, your pal Business is the reason why he’s dead,” Joker remarked. Benny’s jaw dropped. “Where are your friends that they couldn’t be here?”

“On their way to that new realm,” Batman answered. “Some big to-do for their grand opening or whatever.”

“They were driving through the Old West to get there,” Benny continued.

Joker quirked one bushy green eyebrow. “Huh. Very interesting…”

“What is it?”

“Well, The Ringmaster always did like the song Hotel California, said it made him think of a ghost story.”

Batman almost facepalmed when he figured it out. “So this Ringmaster guy decided to use it as inspiration and waylay them on their trip through the desert, to exact his vengeance.”

“Benny…?” Emmet said, looking over to where his friend floated several inches off the ground, clenching and unclenching his fists, looking close to tears. He took one of Benny’s hands, squeezing gently. “Hey. Hey, it’ll be okay, we’ll figure something out. They’ll be okay.”

“How can we defeat him?” Unikitty asked.

“That I can’t help you with,” Joker said with a shrug. “Ghosts are a little beyond my expertise.”

“But not mine,” said a familiar voice.

“Vitruvius! You’re back!”

“Well of course I’m back, it’s Halloween night, isn’t it? We must get to work now- there’s no time to lose.”

[spooksyanderefactory]

What if the anxious person noticed Ram was getting weirdly gaslighty or felt bad about constantly asking for him to escort them and started trying to find better ways to cope the majority of the time? Possibly slowly doing so without the requests for help, maybe even without telling him depending on whether they spotted the gaslighting or not?

he'd cry. Genuinely, he'd think you didn't want him anymore. Not that it would stop him. He'll be with you even if you don't want him. Or craft a plot...

_

You had been a little nervous, but you couldn't put off doing your laundry anymore. Your washing machine broke down on Tuesday, and you didn't have the time nor the funds to fix it yet. You knew that you could have asked Ram for a new one, but you wanted to be a little bit more independent.

"I really don't wanna" You sighed as you entered the laundromat. It was quiet since it was eleven p.m. You spent the majority of the afternoon trying to convince yourself that it would be okay. You shoved your dirty laundry into the machine, pouring the detergent at the top, and slipping the quarters into the proper slit.

While waiting for the clothes to wash, you were scrolling through your phone. You got a text about an article from Ram. You quickly skimmed through it. It was about the rise in crime in Slickback City. Which is where you lived. Granted, it was never a safe city, but the rent was cheap. Down at the bottom of the article it made a special mention that laundromats were especially at risk.

'Did you read it?'

Ram's text message brought you back from reading the article.

'yeah' You texted back. You were surprised he was awake. Normally he sleeps pretty early.

'it's good you're home'

You freeze. You really did debate on telling him, however, you needed to learn how to do things on your own.

'yeah'

Right when you hit send, hear a shattering sound, as if a bat hit glass. You look over and that's exactly what happened. Trying to control your breathing, you look up and are face to face with a huge man. He was about 6'5. You looked at the bat, riddled with nails and glass. The bat was no longer structurally sound but was far more intimidating. Yeah... what is breathing? you forgot.

"I'm merciful, just don’t scream and I won't put my bat through your fuckin skull," He muttered near your ear. Honestly, you couldn’t even scream if you wanted to, everything was caught in your throat. You just nodded. He turned away and signaled to the rest of his gang.

'help' was all you texted to the first contact in your messages, which was always Ram. You shoved your phone back into your backpack. You were still struggling to calm down because all you're fears were proven right. You shut your eyes, hoping that everything would just fade away. Suddenly, you were picked up.

"Sorry, I was late," Ram was holding you, "I was getting the police."

You turned to see police arresting the gang. Ram was carrying you back to his car. He placed you gently into the passenger seat.

"That was probably really scary, why don't you stay with me the night. You know my family specializes in security, and my mom misses you... You were always her favorite."

You laugh. His mom did like you but liked your friend Robin more. It was always an ongoing joke between you and Robin. Although, you hadn't seen Robin since high school graduation... Apparently, Robin moved out of Slickback City.

"Yeah, yeah, Maybe I am now" you joked to lighten your own mood. He locked the car.

"I'm going to talk to the police now, before we head to my home real quick, okay?"

"Don't I have to go?" You weren't sure how it even works, but usually don't the police question the people who were there.

"It's okay, They'll probably get your testimony later. Plus it's late, You need sleep so just rest for now"

It was clear that Ram wasn't going to budge. You just got comfortable in his car.

___

Ram couldn't have been more pleased. He headed back inside the laundromat. The 'police' had uncuffed the 'gang members'. The tall leader of the group grinned.

"How did it go, boss?" his gruff voice was full of amusement. He started working for Ram about three years ago. He found Ram's 'little crush' really fun to watch, plus the pay is really good.

"I think it worked perfectly, Griff," He began slipping a few hundred dollar bills to Griff, "The rest will be transferred into your bank accounts."

They all were employed under the Bright Corporation. Although Ram was the heir, he had to make sure he only used his own branch of workers. His parents didn't care if he used vast amounts of money, the only limit was he had to use it in a smart way. When he was younger, he made PowerPoints to convince his parents of something. Now, he was already running a small branch. And this is a worthwhile investment. Every time you thought of going out without him, you'll remember this time, and be less inclined to go out without him.

Plus you might be scared enough to want to sleep in the same bed with him. A strong bonus.

"Hey, boss, You there?" Griff was waving his hand in front of Ram. Ram coughed and almost choked on his spit,

"yeah?"

"You dreaming about your 'little crush', huh?" Griff loved teasing Ram about you, "Thinking about all the different positions? They are cute and small. You thinking about them kneeling and-"

Ram had hit Griff in the thigh with a hammer pretty hard. Ram had calmed down after hitting Griff again,

"One: everyone is small compared to you, Griff. Two: Don't even talk about them in that way ever again."

"yeah, yeah, sorry boss" Griff half apologized, Ram's reaction was still funny to him, "Go to your 'little crush' or they might start thinking something is wrong."

"Bye," Ram excitedly walked back to the car.

"Crazy bastard," Griff muttered while counting the bills. He turns to the rest of the gang, "Let's go get drunk!"

Everyone cheers in excitement.

___

You were asleep, in his car. It was very comfortable with the seat warmers. Ram sat in the driver's seat. He gently taps you awake once you reach his home.

"huh?!" You weren't even aware of the driving.

"Come on in, we still have your 'unofficial' room" Ram jokes as he ushers you inside. You didn't even change, you just went back to sleep once you reached the bed. You were too exhausted with the day to even stay awake for a moment longer. so you slept.

[oh-surprise-its-me]

This is absolutely inspired by this post @aki-draws-things tagged me in

A bit of crack, but in all reality very realistic for the idiots.

When Ron came late to pick up Chris he didn’t think much of it. Tom is curled in the passenger seat asleep, Ron will wake him up to see Chris though.

Ron looks out the window to see most of the firefighters outside. Odd but not unusual. He watches and they start spinning around with balls.

Ron smiles to himself. There’s a joke in there somewhere that would make Tom sigh.

He watches as Chris and David complete what looks like an extremely complicated little dance.

They’re suddenly slammed with the rest of the exercise balls Ron can’t help the laugh he lets out. Tom jerks awake. “What the fuck are they doing.”

Ron can’t do anything besides shrug. “No clue but it’s kinda hot.”

Tom stares at him. He thinks maybe he’s loosing it or still dreaming. “I mean you’re not wrong Lucas would love this.” Ron squeezes his leg. “Take a video the recorder is in my bag.”

Ron watches as David spins Chris around. Oh they’re definitely tipsy. Makes sense since they’ve been off call for about three hours. Work ran over, the navy never cares about time schedules when it’s not theirs. David must’ve stayed with Chris. Lucas would’ve gotten them both and taken them home but he must’ve been told to stay and sleep.

Ron quickly reroutes his plan to drop David off.

“Come on let’s get our man.”

Ron smiles over at Tom. Tom who is slightly rumpled in the seat. Tom who’s looking more like Tommy tonight. His hair is flopped over his eyes. Ron can’t help but gently tug a strand before sliding out of the car.

They make their way across the street. No cars to hit them at this time. David gently spins Chris around to see them.

They get a gasp in response, oh their baby is more then tipsy. Tom opens his arms and catches Chris.

“Hello darlings I missed you oh my god I love y’all.” David let’s out a laugh. Tom grins down at Chris. “Hey honey.” Chris practically swoons. Ron laughs. He tosses an arm around David’s shoulders. “Hey man how much strawberry tequila did you two drink?”

David smiles, he waves at the guys sitting around watching them. “We split a bottle with Ryan and Joanna. It was Joanie’s birthday. She wanted everything strawberry.”

“Lord okay you two can drink all of that shit alone it’s nasty.” Chris pokes a finger into Tom’s chest. “Says you baby, that vodka you drink is vile.”

Tom presses a kiss onto Chris’s head “you like it when it’s on my tongue.” Chris smacks a hand over Tom’s mouth “hey! They don’t need to know that!”

David laughs again. He slides into the back seat next to the two of them. “Y’all I already know this shit. I know too much about y’all’s sex life.”

Ron snaps his fingers at David. “Don’t start. I know things about you and Lucas too.” David blushes. “Right never mind. Forget everything.” Chris laughs. “Yeah pretty boy shut it.” “Doll don’t start.”

Ron and Tom make eye contact in the mirror. Tom shakes his head with a smile.

—

Tom takes a shot of vodka when they get back to the house. Chris licks it out of his mouth.

Ron watches as he sips on a spiked cider.

Chris’s hands start going lower. Tom ends up grabbing the bottle. He takes a swig. When he sets the bottle down he looks more relaxed. Ron might not drink but he does enjoy the way his boyfriends get.

Ron watches as they start to slide clothing off each other. Ron can tell it’s not going to go anywhere, they’re too tired, too drunk.

He gently pulls them into the bedroom. They’re both down to just boxers. “Ah no leave those on.”

Chris whines. “But-” “Baby please?”

Ron kisses both of them. “No! We can have all the morning sex you two want but go to bed.”

Tom sighs. He pulls Chris closer. Ron ends up on the other side. Chris pulls Ron close enough that he’s basically laying on top of the two of them. He’s barely touching the bed. “Love y’all.”

Tom smiles. “Love you too. You too Ronnie.”

Ron laughs gently. “Love you both you babies.”

[the-fiction-witch]

31st Lost

Media IRL

Character TBS

Couple TBS X Talulah

Rating Spooky

Halloween day 31

The music was on low so much that I was barely able to hear the lyrics through the low hum, of the engine. The headlights all that brought clarity to the pitch-black roads lined with bare trees packed tightly. It had been hours since we saw the last village. I eased off a little and turned to focus more on the interior as dark as everything else with a slight off-orange glow in places, the dials for speed and temperature, the clock and the radio tuner. I didn't want to take my eyes off the road for too long but my hand couldn't find anything in the darkness.

"What are you looking for?" Talulah spoke up from the darkness of the passenger seat, the first time she'd spoken in a good two hours.

She was angry at me, and I don't blame her.

My fault we were lost.

"Coffee. I feel like I'm about to pass out" I answered

Suddenly the car was lit by the light of her phone torch, she scanned the backseats before taking the tall blue insulated bottle in hand. She unscrewed the cap which turned into a hard plastic cup, untwisted the lid and filled the cup

"Here," she says handed it over

"Thanks," I forced a smile, took the small cup and focused on the road as much as I could, taking a few sips of the lukewarm coffee.

"You've had the last of it."

"Sorry,"

"It's fine, you need to be awake more than I do."

"Still no signal?"

"Nothing. no bar's for hours now.

"We'll be fine, I'm sure we'll find our way back somewhere familiar soon,"

"You've been saying that all night."

"Well, the road has to go somewhere." I snapped

For a moment, we sat in silence

"Sorry,"

"It's been a long night, Thomas," she says "Half a mind to have you just pull over, we can get some sleep and hope the daylight brings some clarity."

"I'd rather keep going. Trees are tall. It's pitch black. We don't know what could be lurking around"

Silence returned, I forced down the last of the coffee and handed her back the cup, I took a moment to rub my eyes hoping to clear the sleep that had formed there.

"We should have stopped at the last village," she said

I bit my lip and inhaled harshly through my nose, it took all my strength not to be a cunt.

"That would have been good to know when we were IN the village, My love," I said through gritted teeth doing my best not to shout

"I'm JUST saying," she snapped

"Okay! But me apologising for not stopping, In what I didn't know, was going to be the last village in fucking England! Is not going to put us back there, is it!"

The moment I said that last word the whole car jolted throwing us around, something had run into us, and all I saw was this flash of a face in the headlights, I did everything I could to control the car stopping us meer meters down from where it hit us.

For a second we both just sat gasping trying to get stable after that

"You okay?"

"I'm fine, you?"

"Yeah uhh yeah fine"

"What where did that thing come from?"

"No idea, must have come out of these woods, you stay here," I told her before slowly climbing out of the car luckily the lights were still working, "Awwww... My car" I whined seeing whatever it was had smashed the whole front of my car I had a quick look not being able to be done in-depth given the darkness but it was pretty fucked, beyond what I could do out here with just the toolkit in the boot. We'd need a tow to a garage for even a sliver of hope.

"How is it?" she asks out the window

"Ughh bad. Just stay inside Talulha"

"Why?"

"Because I don't know what's out here." I told her as hushed as I could but she got out of the car "You know I don't just say stuff for the fun of it"

"Ohh grow up." she snapped "Whoa... is it dead?"

"What?"

"Whatever hit us?"

"No, It must have got up it's gone now" I answered looking through the red-black lights nothing on the road behind us for miles,

"What was it? a deer?"

"It had a face whatever it was"

"A face?"

"I saw it"

"Thomas you were panicked your head probably just imagined one, or saw your own in the windshield reflection"

"It didn't look like me. Don't worry about it. Whoever or whatever it was we hit them at forty even if they walked away they'll be pretty fucked, I would know"

"How the hell would you know?"

"I've come off my bike enough times to know that fucking hurts"

"Well... what are we gonna do?"

"I don't know"

"How are we going to get any help?"

"I don't know" I sighed

"where can we even-"

"Talulah! I. Don't. Know."

"Fine" she snapped grabbing her bag and her jacket from the car

"I'm sorry, sweetheart"

"I know" she sighed starting to walk

"What are you doing?"

"I'm walking."

"Walking? What the hour back to that village?"

"Well, I don't see you coming up with any better ideas. I'll walk to the village and call for a tow"

"On what?"

"On a pay phone, a shop landline, someone's phone, I don't know," she said now beyond the car showered in the dark red lights

"This is stupid you can't talk all that way" I called

"Then I'll hitchhike" she called back

"with whom!" I yelled but she just kept walking "Talulah! Sweetheart I'm sorry just come back!" but she kept walking "At least let me go, you wait here."

"You stay here with the car. I'll be back" she shouts

"You promise?"

"I promise"

"Okay... Love you!"

"Love you too!" she called before she disappeared into the darkness.

I did my best to stay awake, I had tried working with the car but nothing really worked so I just sat in the car waiting watching the clock tick around it would be hours until daylight, I hadn't seen or heard anything from Talulah for a good two hours now. I hope she's okay. I shouldn't have shouted at her. I should have gone. What kinda dick am I, I send my feince on a two-hour walk to get help while I sit and wait with the car, she would be sitting waiting with the car.

It's terrifying out here, just in the unearthly quiet without any wind, animal sounds or anything just sitting in silence staring at the infinitely stretching darkness. It took a lot for my mind not to run away with itself.

I got up for a while and passed around for a while in the lights of the car stretching my legs, stretching my back and running a hand through my hair.

"AAAaaaaahhhhhhhhh!"

"Talulah!"

"AAAAHHHHH Thomas! Help!"

I bolted as fast as I could in that direction into the darkness but I stopped short as there stood only a few hundred meters from the back of my car, still bathed in the red light from the backlights.

Was me.

Stood stiff in the light.

Dressed exactly the same as me.

Like staring at a mirror.

They stood there emotionless, motionless.

I froze unsure what to do, or even if what I was seeing was real.

It smiled at me wider than should have been humanly possible before it jumped and began to run towards me. I turned and bolted as fast as I could the other way but I fell to the hard dirty road hard the light in my eyes from the car's headlights my head hurt so badly but as I looked up I saw it stood over me before everything went black-

I sat in the tow truck passenger seat watching this road in the daylight, it still seemed strangely frightening.

"That it?" he asked spotting the car up on the road

"Yeah! yeah that's the car" I smiled he parked up beside the car and we both climbed out I looked around for Thomas

"Holy halibut. Whatever hit you was big" he muttered checking the car over "Where's this man of yours then?"

"I don't know, he's not here," I said very confusedly as there was no sign of him "Thomas! Thomas!" I called but no answer, nothing. "He couldn't have walked we'd have seen him? He's not in the car? where is he?"

"I'm sure it's fine maybe he got walking the other way"

"I don't know seems weird if he would," I said "He's not good with directions, he gets lost in London and he was born there and spent almost his whole life there"

"Maybe he hitched a ride with someone?"

"I don't know... he doesn't like people, plus this car's his pride and joy. sometimes I think he loves it more than me he wouldn't just wander off leaving it unlocked even in this state"

"Did you see what you hit?" He asks dragging his fingers across the road and picking up still-wet blood

"No, I never saw Thomas was driving. it was gone when we got out" I said "Why? do you have... wolfs here?"

"No Miss," he says, "I think you should get inside the truck, I'll tow you to the next town hopefully you can find each other there"

"Why? Shouldn't we stay and look for him?"

"I'd rather not."

"why not?"

".... Miss. They say bad things about these woods. stories as old as the village itself. I don't want to frighten you with meer stories but I don't want to be here any longer than I have to be."

"What kind of stories?" I asked fiddling with my ring

"Bad things walk these woods. A lot of people go into these woods... most don't come out." He explained

"The ones who do?"

"Aren't quite the same"

"What sort of bad things? in the stories?"

"Things that walk the woods at night under cover of darkness. They look like us but aren't the same. tales of shadows and voices owned by others, that people go into the woods and when they return they aren't the person that left."

"Okay, I'm sure He'll turn up" I nodded with a gulp heading back to the tow truck

[rosenallies]

#37 weed smoking bimbo au perhaps...

37. Staying up with the other person when they have insomnia.

——

“Nali, psst, wake up,” Rosé pouted, poking his sleeping boyfriend in the side.

“Damn you for being such a heavy sleeper,” he huffed, about to give up when Denali’s eyes started to twitch and Rosé took it as a sign, poking him again, “c’mon, wake up, I need you.”

Rosé was almost about to give up again when Denali’s pretty eyes fluttered open, sleepy brown eyes meeting Rosé’s red rimmed green ones. “Why are you waking me up?” He grumped with a cute pout of his own.

“I-I, I can’t sleep,” Rosé admitted shamefully, lip suddenly wobbling as he tried to hold in the need to cry. He was just so exhausted and yet every-time he closed his eyes, the urge to reopen them took over.

Denali propped himself up on his elbow, looking up at Rosé with concern. “You haven’t been sleeping well lately.”

“I know, I don’t know why though.”

“Stress probably,” Denali sighed, tucking a stray curl behind his partner’s ear, “you’ve gotta relax, honey, you worry me when you’re stressed all the time. Do you want to smoke a bit? Maybe that will help you relax?”

Rosé nodded, desperate to try anything. “Yeah, okay, that might work.”

Leaning up, Denali pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Let me go get my stuff, you stay here.”

Denali came back a few minutes later with his ‘treasure box’ so he called it. “I’ve got sativas and indica, but I think since you need to relax an indica is the best,” Denali said, seemingly talking to himself as he chose a joint from the box, holding it between his manicured fingers and hanging Rosé the lighter. No matter how hard he tried his long nails made it impossible to get a light.

Rosé ignited the joint and watched as Denali took a long drag, letting it swirl in his lungs before he passed it off to Rosé, who did the same.

“How does that feel?” Denali asked, already feeling his body relax.

Shrugging, Rosé took another hit. “It’s getting there,” he replied.

Denali giggled as Rosé took another long drag. “Just don’t green out on me, you know I can’t handle when other people puke.”

“Mmhm not like it would be payback for the time you-“

“Hey! Be nice,” Denali cried out, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, “you said you’d never mention that again.”

Rosé laughed, fighting off a yawn. “You know I still love you.”

“Yeah, you better,” Denali retorted, “seems like you’re getting sleepy. One more and what do you say we lay down and try to get some sleep?”

“Okay, I’ll try.”

Rosé took one more long drag before handing it back off to Denali.

“How do you feel?” Denali asked once the joint was put out.

“Sleepy but not sleepy enough,” Rosé sighed, the tears returning, “I just want to sleep.”

Denali tutted softly, making himself comfortable and opening his arms for Rosé to slot himself into. Despite being almost a foot taller, Rosé managed to make himself small against Denali, tangling their legs together. “I’ll stay up with you, okay? As long as you’re still awake, I will be too.”

“Nali, you don’t have to-“

“But I want to,” Denali whispered soothingly, “I want to.”

“Okay, but-“

“No, buts. I’ll be right here, okay?”

Rosé nodded, “okay.”

Kissing the top of Rosé’s head, Denali smiled. “I love you.”

Suddenly relaxed, Rosé found himself starting to nod off, the combination of the weed in his system,being so warm pressed against Denali, and knowing that he was loved and cared for no matter what started to lull him to sleep. “I love you too,” he replied just as he started to fall into twilight.

[whorekneecentral]

heyyy i’m not saying we want but WE NEED a sequel to dad’s best friend!mark webber i have not been the same since, maybe them secretly continuing to hook up or maybe he’s picking her up from a party again aaahh i really do need it

ly ✌🏻

hi babe! it's not often that I get a request for mark so obviously I had to write this one <33 -- kinktober: dad's best friend + mark webber -- tw: age gap (reader is over 20!)

The sound of his phone blaring woke him up, his arm stretched out to find the phone without opening his eyes. "Yeah, hello?" He says when he finally finds it.

"Oh thank god you picked up." The person on the other side says and suddenly he's a little more awake. "Y/n? Is everything okay?" He asks, pulling the phone from his face to check what time it was; 4:15 in the morning.

"Yeah no, I'm at this party and I need a ride. Everyone else is drunk and I didn't drive, my friend did but I can't find her and I don't wanna take an uber cause it's late."

Mark was already out of bed, searching for his shirt in the darkness when he hit speaker on the phone. "Yeah I'm coming, send me your location and I'll be there soon."

--

You were sitting on the curb of what looked like a shitty frat house when Mark pulled up. He winds down the window and honks, you look up and get up when you see him.

It was pretty chilly outside and he tossed you a sweater when you get in the car. You drape it over your legs when you get in the car, "I'm taking you to my place, figured you don't want your parents finding you coming in, especially since you smell like a brewery."

"Yeah, thanks." You tell him, picking at the chipped nail polish on your finger.

The drive back was quiet, the windows were cracked a bit and the fresh air was sobering you up the rest of the way.

"I'll leave some clean clothes for you in the guest room," he says and he can't help but notice how you smile drops at the mention of the guest room.

"You're welcome to stay with me, if you want."

"Can I?" You ask and he hums, gesturing for you to walk towards his room. You sit on the edge of the bed as he digs out a shirt for you to wear. He hands it over to you and you get up, turning around and it doesn't need to be said, he knows; Mark reaches for the zipper on your dress and pulls it down.

His eyes fixed on you as the black dress falls to the ground and leaves you in your underwear. "I like those," he says, making his way back to bed.

You had already pulled the shirt on when you got on the bed. "Yeah, cute aren't they?" You chuckle, crawling up the bed to sit on his lap.

Mark's hand rests on your hip, rubbing it softly. "You're not tired, darling?" He glances at his phone on the nightstand, "it's nearly 5."

"Not really," your finger dragging down his now bare chest. "I've been thinking about you." You whisper to him and his brows furrow, "is that so ? When do you think about me?"

"Like when I'm touching myself," you mumble and Mark flips you two over, you're flat on your back looking up at him.

His hand wanders down between the two of you and your back arches, a little whimper slips past your lips when you feel his fingers push into you. "Can you do it like that?" He asks you quietly, watching as your face twists with pleasure.

"Mhm, only you can." You tell him, one of your hands wrapping around his wrist as he curls his fingers. You spread your legs a little more, squeezing his wrist.

"Mark, please," you breathe, eyes meeting his. "Please what darling ?"

Between the way he was looking at you and the way his fingers were moving, you were barely able to get the words out. "Fuck me," you mumble and he smiles.

"That's my girl."