#do they pour a bucket of water over him once in a while and call it a day?

[wishchip106]

still wondering how they managed to keep his level of hygiene up after ten years

would’ve made more sense if his was matching with his ex husband

[pinksilkribbons]

MAMA SAID: Yandere! Jason Voorhees x F! Reader

CW/TW: bullying, sort of stalking (?), ableism, kidnapping, canon divergence, death (not mentioned in detail at all)

i might make a part two if you guys want it idk. also the end is kinda rushed sorry lol. i love jason sm and i really tried to explore his character a bit here, specifically younger jason.

Yandere! Jason Voorhees who you met at camp.

This was your first time attending and you were pretty nervous. Your whole life you've always been a little shy around new people, and your mother decided it would be the perfect opportunity for you to make some new friends.

No matter how much you whined and begged she was dead set on you going. You even faked a fever, and she still wouldn't budge! And so, here you were: Hot, sweaty, and carrying an overpacked duffel bag.

Yandere! Jason Voorhees who has been to camp crystal lake a few times now. Thanks to his past experiences he knows his way around pretty well. He also knows who to avoid and not mess with. Since a lot of people like to pick on him, he's kind of took it upon himself to be prepared for anything.

Thats why he makes sure to hide behind some trees, closely watching the entrance. It's important that he knows what to expect or, in this case, who to expect.

First comes in Mia and her twin brother Mikey. The two of them don't really mess with him much so there isn't much concern there. Next, Terri. Terri was pretty mean to him, but she never got physical. As long as he stayed quiet and out of her way things should run smoothly.

A few more campers who he isn't familiar with walk through. A sick feeling sets in his stomach. The kind that tells you something bad is going to happen. His mother warned him of this. They were expecting far more campers than usual this year...he wishes he could say it excited him.

To his dismay, the last few campers rush through. A terrible chill runs through his body at the sight of his bully. Or, well, bullies. There's a small group of kids who especially get a kick out of messing with him.

Last year they set up a "prank" in his cabin and poured an entire bucket of water over his head while he slept. When he started choking, they just ran off while giggling. If his mother didn't come to help him who knows what could've happened.

Among the group is a new person. A girl, actually. A pretty one at that. Jason zeroes in on the pretty girl as they all walk in together. The leader of the group, Alex, is walking much closer to the girl than anyone else.

Of course, she's probably his girlfriend. I mean, they're pretty young but he's seen a few people claim to be dating anyway. But he's noticed it's a different kind of dating compared to what the counselors do. Kind of weird.

Jason sometimes wishes he could have a girlfriend. Maybe even just a friend. He just wants someone to talk to. Someone to play with. Someone to look at him and not be disgusted or scared.

"Jason! I made your favorite!" His mom calls from a distance.

As weird as it may seem, Jason feels a connection to the girl already. If he worked up the courage, he'd like to speak with her...even if it's just once. He really wanted to stay and watch her some more, but he knew better than to worry his mama. So, he walks through the woods and makes his way towards the cafeteria.

Yandere! Jason Voorhees who has been discreetly searching for you. Most campers are near the campfire making s'mores, but you're nowhere to be found. As risky as it is Jason makes a decision. Besides, there's a camp counselor not too far from here so he should be safe.

"Hey, Alex? Can I ask you s-something?"

The blonde swifty turns back and scowls at him. Jason already feels a sense of fear creeping up his neck. "What do you want, freak?"

With a deep breathe he continues. "Uhm...what happened to your friend? The...girl?" The last part comes out as if he's questioning if he saw correctly. If that girl was even real at all.

Alex's face seems to get even more annoyed by the second. He jumps up and hands his friend the pack of marshmallows he was holding. The bully glances around, clearly checking to see if any adults or counselors are within range. The two of them meet eyes and there's an unspoken agreement.

He won't do anything when a counselor is just over there.

A leaf crunches under his shoe as he moves closer. Jason wants to move back, every inch of his body is ushering him to get away, but his fear keeps his feet right where they are.

"Listen to me, mama's boy", his words come out venomously, "[Name] is my cousin and if you know what's good for you, you'll stay away from her." Tears surface near the end of Jason's eyes at the harsh tone. He feels ashamed for even crying anymore. It's happened so many times that he should be used to it by now.

Alex and his friends cackle loudly. Whatever they're saying he's sure it isn't nice. No matter, though. Jason already feels himself cheering up. He speeds up and swings open the cafeteria door, making his mother jump in surprise.

The boy can't help the wide grin taking over his face.

"Goodness, baby! Knock next time. I almost had a heart attack."

His mother's words don't even register in his mind. He may not know where the girl is, but he knows her name now. That's a win in his book!

Even her name is pretty.

Yandere! Jason Voorhees who finally sees you again during lunch. A few of the newer campers were calling him names so he ran off with his sandwich in hand. He finally came to a stop once he was a little deeper in the woods, and there you were, sitting against a tree and drawing a sketch of the lake.

A blush rushed to his cheeks and he nervously ducked behind a nearby tree. Unfortunately, you'd heard him and jumped up rather quickly.

"Who's there?" You asked, eyes scanning for anyone nearby. He stayed quiet and hoped you'd just dismiss the sound.

"I'm serious, Alex. After that stunt you pulled last night you're lucky I didn't tell anyone." You seemed to pause, as if you were waiting for a response. "Hello...Alex? Is it you?"

Jason felt a bit bad when he seen you so scared. You held the sketch book to your chest tightly and your legs were trembling in fear. His mom taught him to always be honest and true so, maybe he should just come out. "Uhm. It isn't Alex..." He said, slowly peeking his head from around the tree.

"Oh."

The two of you stood there awkwardly taking in each other. To his surprise you didn't seem disgusting or scared. Just curious, if anything. He felt a little nervous being looked at so thoroughly. You hated him already, didn't you?

"Sorry about that. I'm [Name]. Jason, right?" You tucked the sketchbook under your arm and reached out with the other, offering him a shake. Jason's hand trembled against your own, yet still firmly shook all the while.

You hadn't spoken with him much, but he has quite the reputation at camp, so you've heard of him. No good things unfortunately. He didn't seem like a bad guy to you though. Just a different one.

Yandere! Jason Voorhees who you became friends with ever since that handshake. He introduced you to his mom and she was more than excited to learn her son made a friend.

Yandere! Jason Voorhees who you sneak into the cafeteria with at night to steal some sweet treats. The two of you haven't got caught once since the counselors are never doing their job anyway.

Yandere! Jason Voorhees who you defend from bullies. Including your cousin Alex. Sometimes it ends with the both of you bleeding, but you don't care about that! Jason is your friend and you're not going to stand by and let him get bullied!

Yandere! Jason Voorhees who loves watching you draw. At night after scoring some cookies, the two of you sit near the lake and he watches you sketch. His favorite was a self-portrait you drew, and since he liked it so much, you signed it and let him keep it.

Yandere! Jason Voorhees who can't find you at breakfast time. When he asked him mom she simply told him that she didn't know. So, he decided to go check on you. As he approaches the girls cabin a counselor stops him with a strict look on her face.

"Can I help you?" Jason fails to mask his look of annoyance. Since when did they start caring about the kids around here? "M-my friend [Name]. I couldn't find her at breakfast and wanted to make sure she's okay."

"Oh, her. Yeah, she's sick. For some reason they're making me watch the kid." Her emphasis on 'me' made it seem like it was an insult for her to have to watch [Name]. How stuck-up.

From this alone Jason could tell today would be a rough one.

Yandere! Jason Voorhees who suddenly gets ambushed by Alex and several other campers when he walks back near the campfire. They rush towards him and begin pulling the white mask off his face, shouting insults all the while.

"I heard [Name] got sick! Bet he gave her the cooties!"

"Ew, look at his face! I can see why he wears that thing around."

"You're such a mama's boy. Too good to hang out with the rest of us, huh?"

A terrible feeling settles on his chest. He'd been bullied before, but so many people throwing insults at him all at once was a lot to handle. Too much to handle.

With newfound adrenaline Jason runs off, not even realizing that he's nearing the dock. All he can think about is getting away. He just wants it to stop. He hates himself. He hates his face, his personality, he hates all of it. A part of him wishes he was never born.

He just wants to be left alone!

The voices of the campers get louder. They're Approaching. They're getting closer. And suddenly, Jason is right back to that same day.

That day where he approached Alex and asked about [Name]. That same day he couldn't move and was just frozen with fear. He hated how he felt then. And he never wants to feel that way again.

He has to move! He has to do something!!

So... he jumps into the lake.

Yandere! Jason Voorhees who misses you more than anything. He misses his mother too, of course, but she was still with him. In spirit at least.

"You should go find her, Jason", his mother tells him.

And He wants to. He wants to find you. He wants to hug you again. He wants to eat cookies with you again. He wants to sit by the trees and watch you draw again. He misses his old life. He misses you.

"So go find her and re-live that life."

If he leaves then who will watch over camp? Forget it. It would be selfish of him to leave their home unattended for his own desires. Anything could happen while he's gone! Besides, there's no telling how long it'll take him to find you.

The voice of his mother laughs a bit. "You're so sweet, my son. I will lead you to her. A quick trip. Here and back."

Jason was still hesitant to agree. But if mama said it'll be okay, then it should be okay. Right?

Yandere! Jason Voorhees who finds your apartment quicker than he expected. Judging by the boxes scattered throughout different rooms, he's assuming you've only just moved in.

He snoops around a bit out of curiosity. Can you blame him? It’s been years since you’ve seen each other. He finds a picture of you graduating high-school in the living room. He realizes then that he’s never met your parents.

Moving forward, he creaks open the door to your bedroom. In the corner he spots a canvas with a few strokes of paint on the surface. He isn’t sure what you were trying to paint, but it makes him happy to know you’re still into art just as much as back then.

Luckily you live alone. He was a little worried about having to kill someone in order to bring you back with him. He didn't want to ruin your clothes with blood or anything like that!

The second he sees your sleeping face he feels a warm feeling hug his heart. It had been too long. You lost all that baby fat and now had a mature, even more beautiful face. Not that he expected any different. You were always so gorgeous to him.

Yandere! Jason Voorhees who grabs you out of bed and throws you against his shoulder. You wake up pretty quickly and start kicking and squirming as soon as you register what’s going on. Who the hell even is this?!

“Hey! L-let me go!!” You start banging your fists against his back but it doesn’t even seem to affect him. He just keeps walking and walking, not speaking a single word the entire time.

Eventually, you begin sobbing. Your throat goes dry from how much you’ve been screaming. It is pretty late, but how come no one is coming to save you? Why can’t anyone hear you?

The cold air is eating at your legs since you slept in a cami top and some shorts. Your captor still has yet to speak. He also has a super tight grip. It would definitely bruise. If you even make it out of this alive.

“Please…” You beg, slowly losing hope. There are no street lights, cars, houses…nothing. He was taking you to a secluded area to do who knows what to you. This was the end. This was how you’d die.

After a few more minutes the man grunts and swings open a door. It’s pitch black outside so you aren’t exactly sure where you’re at. “Please, just let me go.”

He stays silent and lays you down on a bed surprisingly gently. Before you can even blink he’s binding your hands against the headboard with some rope. His hands move fast to make sure you have no chances of running away.

You feel more tears fall down your cheeks. How could this happen to you? Why was this happening to you?

Yandere! Jason Voorhees who feels bad for tying your hands up. He didn’t miss the way you winced in pain. Mama said it would be necessary until you get used to living here though.

When she says it’s time, he’ll allow you to take them off.

“She’s so beautiful, Jason. It’s only a matter of time until she gets comfortable with you again. Until then, she’ll have to stay like this. . .”

He hates this. Jason just wants to untie you and hug you like old times! He hates seeing you so sad, so scared. He feels bad for even doing this in the first place.

He trusts his mama, though. So for now, he’ll stay patient and wait for you to come around.

Just like mama said.

[melodeebarnes]

"What am I gonna do with you?"

Two mini stories of how your nicknames for Bucky developed.

No warnings, just fluff.

You were the new recruit for the team. Only being a part of The Avengers for a few short days, you were still meeting all of the members, and learning everyone’s names. You obviously know them by their superhero names, but you’re still getting used to their real names.

You stand, in the kitchen of the Stark tower, pouring a hot cup of freshly brewed coffee. You’ve never been one to like plain black coffee, It’s just too bitter for your taste. Setting down the pot, you look up to see someone standing right next to the fridge containing the coffee creamer.

You wait a moment, hoping he’ll move, but his conversation with Steve lasts much longer than your patients with no caffeine. “Ahem.” You clear your throat, to no avail. You pause, building up the courage to speak to him. That’s when you realize you don’t know his name. Well, you’ve heard it, but you can’t quite remember what it is. You know him as The Winter Soldier, but you know it’s probably not the best name to call him, especially if you want to make a good impression as a new recruit. Suddenly, he gives you a weirded out look. That’s when you realize, through all of your thinking, you we’re just starring at him. You quickly look away. 

Your need for coffee is growing thicker, and patients is growing thinner. That’s when you say the first thing that comes to mind. “Hey, Metal Man. Can you hand me the coffee creamer?” The words sur[ass your lips, before you can stop them.

He looks over, brows furrowed, lips slightly parted, speechless. “Metal Man?” He asks.

“Uhm, yeah. Your metal arm and all.” You explain. 

“It’s vibrainium.” He corrects, looking down to his arm for only a moment, before bringing his ocean blue eyes back to you.

“Oh..” You awkwardly respond. “Eh Metal Man just sounds better.” You shrug.

“Metal Man?” Sam laughs obnoxiously loud. “Oh, I’m definitely using that one from now on.” He pats the six foot super soldier on the back twice, before walking away. 

“Sorry, Buck. That one’s gonna stick.” Steve chuckles.

Buck…you linger on the name, Bucky! Right, that’s it.

Bucky glares over at you. 

“So uhm…” You pause, “Coffee creamer?”

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“Plink…plink…plink..” The droplets of water sound, as they fall into the bucket in the middle of the room, gradually filling with water.

The roof has a leak in it, which was discovered when rain from the thunderous storm outside started leaking through.

“Tony, how does a billionaire like you get a leaky roof?” You ask.

“I didn’t build this place, I just bought it.” He shrugs. “All I know is someone’s getting fired. I paid way too much for this tower to have a leaky roof.” He shakes his head in annoyance.

You roll your eyes. You’ve never understood Tony or his way of thinking, as you’ve never been rich, or an egotistical man.You keep your mouth shut, however. The benefits of being acquainted with one come in handy every once in a while. 

Your gaze falls back down to your book, finding where you last left off, rather quickly. You read as the hypnotic pattern deepens your focus of the story. 

It’s only when footsteps sound, getting gradually louder as they approach the room, interrupting. Pulling you from the trance.

You look up, seeing Bucky walk in, eyeing the bucket then over to you. “What’re you reading?” He asks, nodding to the book in your hands.

“Twisted hate.” You answer. “It’s a part of a romance book series I started a few weeks ago.”

“Interesting.” He nods, pretending to understand anything you’re saying. He walks into the kitchen, opening the fridge. You watch as he pulls out some leftover sushi he brought back a couple days ago from his lunch date. He looks up at you, keeping his head down towards the counter. “You want some?” He offers.

You debate your answer for just a moment, “Sure.” You close the book, and stand up. You walk over to the counter, and sit on a bar stool, facing Bucky.

He splits the sushi evenly between the two of you. 

“Thank you.” You smile. It’s been a few months since you got recruited and you’ve gotten to know Bucky quite well. 

He nods, eating a piece of the dragon roll.

You take a bite, then look over your shoulder noticing the bucket filling up rather quickly.

“Hey Bucket, would you mind emptying the Bucky?” The words leave your lips before you even notice the error.

He looks at you with his face all scrunched up.You take a moment to realize what you just said. You close your eyes, embarrassed and laugh at yourself.

“What was that?” He teases. 

“Bucky, would you mind emptying the water out of the bucket?” You correct your question.

“Sure thing, Doll.” He laughs, making his way to the Bucket.

“You know what? Your name does kind of sound like Bucket.” You raise your brows, with the idea glistening too bright to ignore.

He stops in his tracts, giving you a knowing look. “Don’t even think about it.” He warns.

“Too late. Already done.” You beam.

“What am I gonna do with you?” He shakes his head, but you can tell he secretly finds amusement in your shenanigans by the smile breaching his lips.

The list of answers you have to that question could go on for miles, but he’s not allowed to know that. You keep it short and sweet. “You’re the one who gets to answer that.”

[sarathrwizard]

7 Day Camp Stay. Day: 2

day 2 is now here!

This day went better. Except the small worry in an unfamiliar place.

(Reminder, Donnie is me.)

Hope you enjoy day 2! under the cut!

7 Day Camp Stay

Day: 2

Donnie woke up in a panic. For a moment he thought his brothers had left him. He looked outside the tent and found them all getting ready for the day. Donnie sighed with a bit of relief. Guess it was just a dream. The wind was still going strong. When he sat up he was greeted with a tent fwapping his head. He crawled out of the tent and went over to the picnic table. He found some peanut butter and jelly and made himself a quick sandwich.

Now that Donnie had some energy. He decided to do some of the dishes that were left over from the other night. He filled a bucket with water and soap and started scrubbing away. Mikey came over and helped rins and dry the dishes. They sung together, singing musical numbers. Donnie tried his best to remember the lyrics so that Mikey could easily sing along. But he found it more difficult without the melody in the background.

Once he was done with the dishes, it was already lunch time. Turkey sandwiches, again. Did Mikey really not plan for any other lunch meals?

The day was rather slow. Nothing was really planned. No hike, no fishing, no playing around with a ball, nothing. Everyone seamed to be doing their own thing. Donnie hid back in his tent and dug out a book to read. It was called 'The Wingfeather Saga'. He didn't get very far though. He got about one or two chapters in till he was too annoyed by the constant wind nocking the tent over. He laid down and his head hit something rather hard compared to a pillow. He turned to find out what it was.

It was a sketch book and a pen with a purple ribbon around it. A gift? But it wasn't his birthday, or anywhere near it! He looked over and saw that there was another present with a blue ribbon on Leo's pillow. Donnie untide the purple ribbon. When he opened the sketchbook a note fell out.

'To Donnie. I got you guys some sketch books and pens! I was thinking you could use them to journal about your camping week! (Or anything else.) Love, Mikey.'

Donnie took a look at the front cover and it had a pink flamingo on it with a sloth riding on top. It made him chuckle. He spent some time fiddling around with the pen and sketch book for a while.

Soon, dinner was being made. Donnie ran off to the bathroom again. When he came back out from the restrooms, it was already getting dark. The trees shook in the breeze, making a flickering sound in waves. The wild dogs started barking again. He felt like it would be silly to run back to the camp. He knew those dogs where miles away! But he didn't want to walk either. That took so long! Man if only he had a scooter or something, that would work!

But soon enough, he came around the bend as the campsite came into view. It looked like Mikey got the fire burning good! Donnie was always surprised how easy it was for Mikey to start a fire. He heard Mikey singing something and clapping his hands to the beat.

"Go tell it on the mountain! Over the hills and everywhere! Go tell it on the mountain, that Jesus Christ is born!"

"I never thought of that one being a campfire song."

Donnie said as he approached the triplet.

"It's got a good rithem to it! I don't see why not!"

Mikey cheerfully smiled. He leaned over and stirred the chicken in the large pot. He then added some corn and beans. Pouring in some broth instantly made it a soup! They each sat around the fire and ate a bowl of it. All except Leo.

"Leo, why aren't you eating?"

"I'm not hunger yet, that's all!"

Leo got up from his chair.

"I think I'll take a quick shower at the shower house!"

Leo said as he grabbed his bag of clothes. Donnie watched as Leo started his very short hike of 2 blocks down the road. Which felt so much longer to Donnie when the sun had set. After they were done with their food, they set the dishes aside. Everyone else was getting ready for bed. Donnie threw a few sticks into the fire to keep the food warm.

Time had passed from 9:00 to 10:15. Leo still had not returned. Donnie couldn't help but worry a bit. He had heard the wild dogs barking very loudly about an hour ago. Donnie checked the soup to find all the water had boiled out. He sat back down and threw a few more sticks on the fire. He tapped his foot, waiting for Leo to come back.

Suddenly, a rustling sound was heard coming down the turn. Donnie assumed it was Leo, but part of him thought otherwise. He tensed up slightly, waiting to see what would come around the bend. And to his assumption, it was Leo. Coming down the road with a towel around his neck. Donnie let his shoulders loosen. Leo had on a pair of black shorts and a blue long sleeve shirt with the brightest yellow crocks you'v ever seen! Donnie wasn't sure about Leo's fashion sense, but he let it slide.

"Hey, Tello! What are you still doing up?"

"Waiting for you."

"... You didn't have to. You could have gone to bed already."

"I was keeping your food warm."

Donnie lifted the lid to show the evaporated soup. Leo cringed a little. What once was soup, was now as dry as a desert in comparison. Donnie started scooping it out into a bowl but he didn't hand it to Leo that way. He walked over to the picnic table and added a little water to it.

"Here, it has become soup again."

Donnie said as he held it out towards Leo.

Leo took the bowl and peaked inside. That looked better, more like soup with liquid and all that jaz.

"Thanks for keeping it warm."

Leo smiled. Donnie nodded in return. Leo took a few sips of the soup, then drew his eyes onto Donnie.

"Is your stomach feeling better from yesterday?"

"...How did you know about that?"

"My stomach wasn't feeling so great either. I was also sure it wasn't my stomach I was feeling."

Donnie blinked a couple times. "Twin-stinct" is what Leo called it. It was a ridiculous idea, that they could feel each other's pain or whatever. But if that wasn't true, then how did Leo know that he felt sick the other night? Donnie just sighed and drew his attention onto the fire.

"Yeah, it's better now."

"Good."

Leo finished his soup and ran off into the tent. Donnie had gone to the bathrooms one more time to brush his teeth. When he came back, Leo was already asleep. Donnie narrowed his eyes. Leo had his legs flopped all over Donnie's side of the tent. He picked Leo's legs up and shoved them over. Leo mumbled something that sounded like, "dfelbubelbludfedmbedfold-" Actually, never mind, It sounded like nothing. Donnie got into his sleeping bag and zipped it up over his head.

'5 more nights to go.'

Donnie thought to himself. He put his phone on silent and went to sleep.

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Yay! That was day 2! It was a good day by my standers.

I hope you enjoyed it!

Lord bless you! ❤️

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[heartysworld]

Never Again || Luke Castellan x Reader

W.C: 2.3k

Warnings: none that I could think of

A/N: Requests are open everyone! I'll start working on them as soon as I finish the 2 fics from my poll (this is one of them) Also, I've scheduled this to be posted at 4AM local time where I live, so surprise me when i wake up (I've had the shittiest day ever).

My Newest Fic <3

You grew up as a happy child, content with life and the many siblings you had. It was never boring in the Apollo Cabin, that’s for sure. As you grew she found yourself surrounded by friends, one curly-haired boy in particular standing out. The moment Luke arrived at camp he couldn’t seem to be able to take his eyes off the pretty girl who was the first thing he saw in the infirmary once he opened his eyes after that tragic night.

He spent month chasing after her, wanting to become her friend first before she could bring herself to even consider him something more than that. Everyone at camp witnessed the innocent friendship the two shared blossom into something bigger, stronger and passionate. Luke and Y/N were the sweethearts of Camp Half-Blood by the time the Apollo girl turned seventeen.

Nobody expected what was about to happen the night everything changed between the two. Luke and Y/N had just gotten off counselor duties and had headed out towards the lake where they could have some much-needed peace and quiet. Cuddled together the two laid over a blanket near the water, admiring the start-lit sky than hung above them.

 That was all Luke ever wanted, peace and happiness with the girl he loved so dearly. The two had even spoken about their plans after it was time to leave the camp. They planned on moving in together, maybe going to college if they managed to stabilize their hectic lives.

The last thing from that night in Y/N’s mind was Luke calling her name, despair and fear laced with his loud voice. Then, everything went black.

‘’Look who’s finally awake. You gave us quite the scare, Y/N, we were starting to worry.’’ One of your brother said as he approached your bed, helping you settle against the wall and handing you a glass of water.

‘’What…what happened?’’ you asked, voice hoarse and quiet.

‘’Michael, what happened?’’ you asked more insistently this time.

‘’I might get into trouble for even opening my mouth but…you had a vision, Y/N. Chiron thinks you are a seer, him and Mr. D have been going over possible triggers that might have caused the outburst that you had. It was scary, Y/N, I’m not gonna lie to you. Luke was scared shitless, the two of you were together when it happened. He might be one of our strongest camp mates but three nights ago he looked so weak and helpless. It was as if I he was a whole different person.’’ Your brother said. His words felt like a bucket of cold water that was poured over you.

The only thought in your mind now was Luke. Where was he? Was he fine? Had he come to check up on you while you were unconscious? Was it was over?

‘’Where’s Luke? Have you seen him?’’ you asked, a concerned expression present on your tires face.

‘’He came a couple of times but he left quickly. I don’t think he was able to bring himself to stay longer, you know…with his mom and everything.’’ Michael said, the last part of his sentence barely audible.

‘’I have to go find him, come on help me get up.’’ You said, using all of your strength to get up from the bed, unsuccessfully. Your libs felt as heavy as concrete.

‘’Hey, hey calm down! Before you do something stupid and fall unconscious, again I have to go and tell Chiron you’re awake. His orders!’’ your brother helped you sit back down on the bed before exiting the infirmary to go look for the old man.

After what felt like an eternity, Chiron entered the infirmary, a solemn expression on his face. He approached your bed, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and responsibility.

"Y/N, I'm glad to see you awake. How are you feeling?" Chiron inquired, his voice gentle yet firm.

"I need to find Luke," you replied urgently, ignoring the question about your well-being. "I need to talk to him."

Chiron sighed, his eyes narrowing slightly as he considered your request. "Y/N, you need to rest. We're still trying to contact Apollo to understand the nature of your abilities. Running around in your condition is not advisable."

"I don't care," you insisted, frustration and worry etched on your face. "I need to find him. I need to know if... if it's over between us."

Chiron regarded you for a moment before nodding understandingly. "Very well. I will allow you to go to your cabin and rest. But promise me, you'll take it easy. We'll continue our efforts to contact Apollo, and we'll keep you informed."

You nodded, grateful for the permission to leave the infirmary. As you made your way to Cabin 7, thoughts of Luke and the uncertain future raced through your mind. When you entered, the familiar surroundings offered little comfort. It was supposed to be a place of solace, but now it felt like a battleground of emotions.

Resting on your bed, you couldn't shake off the anxiety that gnawed at you. Despite your exhaustion, you couldn't find peace. The weight of the unknown, coupled with the fear of losing Luke, lingered in the air.

Unable to bear the silence any longer, you decided to search for Luke. You needed answers, closure, anything to ease the turmoil within you. You needed to know whether the meddling of the Gods with the human world was about to take away the one person you love the most. With determination, you headed towards the training grounds where you often found him honing his skills.

The training area was dimly lit, shadows dancing with each flicker of torchlight. Luke was there, his back turned to you as he practiced his swordsmanship. His shirt was drenched with sweat, not leaving much to one’s imagination. If the situation wasn’t as serious, you’d be doing something completely different now. As you approached, his muscled visibly tensed. Luke had always been able to sense whenever you were around.

"L-Luke," you stammered, uncertainty lacing your voice.

He turned to face you, his expression unreadable. "Y/N," he acknowledged, but there was a coldness in his eyes and voice, one that hadn't been there before.

"I need to talk to you," you whispered, your heart pounding. You’ve always felt calm in Luke’s presence before. The two of you even joked at some point that he was your personal calming agent, but now, everything felt completely different. You felt so out of place that it was unbelievable.

He hesitated, then sighed, sheathing his sword. "Can it wait? I'm not in the mood for a conversation right now." Avoiding the problem was one of Luke’s fatal flaws, at least when It came to your relationship.

"No, it can't," you insisted, your emotions bubbling to the surface. "Is it over, Luke? Do you no longer want to be with me?" You cut straight to the point. ‘’I’ve been awake for hours and not even once have you tried to approach me to see how I am, if I’m even alive and breathing!’’

His eyes flickered with a mix of pain and frustration. "Y/N, it's not that simple. I... I can't."

Tears welled in your eyes as you felt the ground beneath you crumble. "Can't what? Luke, please, I need to understand."

A heavy silence hung between you before he spoke, his voice strained. "I haven't been able to sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see her—my mother, then I see you. The accident, the fear in hers and your eyes from that night. It haunts me, Y/N."

You didn’t need to hear him say it that he needed to feel your touch at that moment. Carefully, step by step you got closer to him until your arms enveloped his much larger and warmer form. The second your skin came in touch with Luke’s his arm went around you like a protective barrier. He nuzzled his head in the crook of you neck, breathing in the sweet scent that he had so dearly missed the past three days. You felt the warm tears stream down the skin of you neck and right at that moment you could swear that you felt your heart shatter for the vulnerable boy who stood in your arms.

The silence that followed was suffocating, the heavy weight of unspoken emotions pressing down on both of you. Luke's grip on you tightened, as if he was afraid that if he let go, you would disappear like a phantom of his imagination.

"You don't understand, Y/N," he whispered, his voice strained. "I keep seeing her, her face contorted in fear. I hear her screams. It's like a never-ending nightmare, and I'm trapped."

You pulled back slightly, cupping his face in your hands, forcing him to meet your gaze. "Luke, I'm not her. I'm not your mother. The circumstances are different. What happened to her was terrible, but we have to keep moving forward. We can face this together. I won't let you go through it alone."

He closed his eyes, his breath shaky. "I'm scared, Y/N. Scared of losing you, scared of repeating the past."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you fought to keep your voice steady. "I'm scared too, Luke. But we can't let fear control us. We can't let it destroy what we have. You are the love of my life, Luke, I won’t allow the Gods’ meddling with our world to ruin us."

He opened his eyes, and for a moment, you saw the vulnerability and pain that he had been hiding. "I love you, Y/N. I can't bear the thought of something happening to you because of me."

Gently, you wiped away his tears with your thumbs. "I love you too, Luke. But we can't let fear dictate our choices. We have to find a way to move forward, together."

His lips quivered as he struggled to find the right words. "I can't promise it'll be easy. I can't promise I won't be haunted by the past.But I promise to try my hardest to protect you from any danger that threatens to take you from me. I’d rather watch the world go up in flames than have you suffer."

You nodded, your heart breaking for the man you loved. "I don't need promises, Luke. I just need you. We'll face whatever comes our way, you and me."

As you spoke, the moonlight filtered through the leaves above, casting a gentle glow on both of you. The training grounds, once filled with the clash of swords and the echoes of laughter, now bore witness to a somber moment between two souls entwined by fate.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N," Luke whispered, his voice barely audible. "I never wanted to hurt you." You shook your head, tears rolling down your cheeks. "We've both been hurt, Luke. However, we can heal together. Just don't shut me out."

A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he rested his forehead against yours. "I don't deserve you, Y/N."

"Deserving has nothing to do with it," you replied, your voice soft but determined. "Love isn't about deserving; it's about choosing to be with someone, flaws and all."

He pulled you into a tight embrace, his arms a comforting refuge. "I don't want to lose you," he confessed, his voice raw with emotion.

"I don't want to lose you either," you whispered, your words muffled against his chest.

The nights turned into days, and with each sunrise, a semblance of healing took place. Luke and you faced the challenges of you newfound abilities together, navigating the labyrinth of their emotions. In the quiet moments, you found solace in each other's presence, and in the stormy ones, you stood united against the uncertainties that lingered.

You spent the rest of the night tightly wrapped in the embrace of the man you loved. Luke clung to you for dear life as he slept. You could tell that he needed this even more than you did.

One evening, as the campfire crackled under the starlit sky, Luke took your hand in his, sending a silent invitation to stroll around the lake. The moonlight reflected off the water, casting a soft glow on their faces. The air was thick with the unspoken, the weight of your shared experiences hanging between you.

You stopped suddenly, turning to face Luke, your eyes searching his for reassurance. "We can do this, Luke. We can face whatever comes our way."

He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Together."

As if drawn by an invisible force, your lips met in a gentle and tentative kiss. It was a kiss filled with the promise of a new beginning, a silent affirmation that love could triumph over even the darkest of shadows. The world around you seemed to fade, leaving only the soft sounds of nature, labored breaths and the beating of you hearts.

When you pulled away, you admired the way the moonlight reflected in Luke’s  eyes. Everything was quiet. No words were needed. In that kiss, you two found a renewal of hope, a rekindling of the flame that had flickered in the face of adversity.

"I love you," Luke whispered, his forehead resting against you.

"I love you too," You replied, a warmth spreading through her chest.

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Hand in hand, you continued you walk along the lake, leaving behind the ghosts of the past. As you and him disappeared into the night, the echoes of your footsteps mingled with the whispers of the wind, carrying the promise of a future built on resilience, understanding, and the enduring power of love.

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Humiliating the Cop

The University Officer at my college is always riding my ass for "bullying." Apparently some wimps went crying to him after I teased them around. Now he's constantly watching me. The dude needs to chill, and I'm gonna make him!

All it'll take is a confrontation with my handy hypnotic pendant. One look at the gem dripping down my neck and his mind will be ripe the picking!

"Yo, Officer!" I call his attention and march right up to the goody-two-shoes. He looks just as high-and-mighty as ever.

"Something going on?" he gives me a disapproving glare, "You causing trouble again?"

"Wouldn't dream of it, big guy," I pull the pendant out of my shirt, "Just wanted to show my favorite piggy something."

He grimaces and opens his mouth, but before he can deliver his comeback, his eyes catch sight of the glowing jewel on my neck. The tension in his body relaxes while his jaw drops open. He looks like a brain dead idiot, but that just means he's ready for some instructions.

I start to explain his new job to him. Things are going to be different around here. This cop's not going to be the high-and-mighty enforcer of justice he used to be, and there's nothing he can do but nod his head dumbly and agree!

A week later I catch sight of the cop carrying a bucket of soapy water down the hall. Some nerd I'm intimidating squeals for his help.

The officer just shakes his head, "Sorry, I'm busy right now. I have to go scrub graffiti off a stall in the men's room."

"That's my art, piggy. You like what I spray painted in there?" I chuckle.

"Oh, it was very well done," he answered quickly, searching my eyes for approval, "I didn't realize it was yours, sir. I'll just leave it alone."

The dweeb I have pinned against the wall is dumbfounded and asks again for some help before I interrupt, "Jesus, tell this kid to just shut up and hand over his lunch."

The cop nods and turns a stern face to my victim, "Son, be quiet and give him what he wants, now."

After handing over his packed meal, the student scurries away. I obviously had the officer wrapped around my mean finger. I used him to help me bully a few other kids throughout the rest of the week. I even had him vandalize the principal's car for me, but I wanted him to fall a little further from grace..

Most of the cafeteria snickered quietly behind the officer's back. I put him in another trance that morning, telling him that his new responsibilities as campus security was to "Mop up the messes before anyone else can."

He spent all day running around the hallways with a mop and bucket. During lunch, I knocked the food out of everyone's hands and enjoyed watching him crawl behind as he struggled to keep up with each new mess.

By the end of the day, a few of the more outgoing football jocks had joined in on teasing the man.

"Yo, officer," the athlete chuckled, as he poured a soda out onto the floor.

"Yes, sir?"

I have him calling everyone 'sir,' now. He's basically lower than everyone on the totem pole now. Even still, I thought he could drop lower...

After a quick discussion with the police chief, I had him fired from the department. Don't worry though! I got him a job as a janitor at the school. He works for free, but at least he's got something to do all day.

Using the hypnotic pendant, I essentially took over his life. I had the police chief hire me in the cop's place. I moved into the man's lovely home, and acquainted myself with his beautiful wife. After, introducing her to my glowing necklace, she quickly realized that I was a million times better than her disgusting husband.

He still sees her every once in awhile when he comes over to clean the place, but he's not allowed to speak to women anymore. She only talks to him when she's criticizing his janitorial capabilities, anyway.

I've got to say that I'm a much better officer than that annoying prick ever was. At least, I have a lot more fun using the uniform than he ever did. Call me sadistic, but I'm still thinking of ways to bring the guy down a peg...

[narkissistikos]

REALIZATIONS HIT HARDER THAN COCONUTS (PART 3)

“Travis. Put that down.” Katie growled.

You and Connor were sitting in the dining pavilion…. Waiting for Travis…. Who was getting scolded by Katie.

“But it’s not for you…” Travis whined. You both saw Katie take in a deep breath.

“And I’m going to believe that.” Katie crossed her arms.

“Is that green paint in her hair?” You whisper asked Connor. Connor nodded with a stupid grin on his face.

“What did you do?” you groaned.

Connor chuckled, “In my defence, it was Travis’s plan. Not mine.”

“PUT IT DOWN.”

“FINE.”Travis huffed and poured the bucket of ice cold water over Katie.

She gasped at the water, “I’m going to kill you!!” she growled.

“Oh, just kiss already.” You groaned. While Connor chuckled beside you.

Travis booked it out of there with Katie hot on his heels.

You turned around to face Connor, “why aren’t they dating yet?” you asked him.

Connor rolled his eyes at his older brothers’ stupidness, “Because Travis thinks that Katie doesn’t like him.”

You face palmed, “Does the obliviousness gene run through the whole family or what?”

Connor looked at you incredulously, “huh?”

“Nothing.” You breathed.Connor hummed, “its unrequited love, isn’t it?”

“It’s not unrequited love,” You started, “they’re both just idiots!”

“Y/N!” you heard your name being called, “I need your help.”

“Coming.” You told Annabeth. “Bye.” You said to Connor, ruffling his hair, which by the way was extremely soft, leaving Connor smiling way too big.

Connor was peacefully eating his lunch with his brother, but that peace had to be interrupted. Katie slammed the table they were sitting on, “You’re going to clean my cabin before the campfire tonight, or you’re not gonna wake up tomorrow morning.”

Travis looked surprised, “But I didn’t do anything.” Connor glared at his brother, “how dare you do something without me?”

“I swear I didn’t do anything.”

“Then why is there a huge drawing of one of you on the cabin door.”

“Connor could have done it too”

“HEY!”

“I don’t care who did it. It’s obviously one of you, so go clean it up. My younger siblings are now traumatised because of that ugly picture.” Katie said.

Travis let out an offended gasp, “How dare you. I’m freaking gorgeous.”

“So you admit it was you.” Katie said crossing her arms.

“It wasn’t.” Travis argued.

“You better clean it up Stoll.” Katie said before walking away to her own table.Travis turned to see Connor with a smug smile.

“What?” Travis asked him.

Connor chuckled, “You’re so whipped. You’ll do anything to get Katie’s attention, won’t you?”

“Shut up.” Travis said throwing a pea at him, which hit Connor right in the centre of his forehead.

Later that day, the brothers were standing in front of Cabin 4, in front of a very dark red spray painted drawing of Travis.

“It does look like you. Very believable.” Connor said putting the bucket of water down.

Travis frowned, “how can you tell it’s me. It could be you too.”

Connor shook his head, “I look prettier than you. And see, your eyes are slightly bigger than mine.”

“How do you know my eyes are bigger than yours?”

“That’s what Y/n said to me once anyways.”

“You guys can measure your eyeballs later. First clean the paint off.” Katie interjected.

“Now look here little lady. If we did this, it would be fair to make us clean this up. But we didn’t do it, which means it’s unfair to make us clean this.” Travis said wiggling his finger at Katie.

“Little lady?” Katie asked incredulously, “I’m like two inches shorter than you.”

“You’re a tiny precious little thing.”

“Shut up.” Katie whined, with a slight rose dusting her cheeks. Anybody could have missed it, Connor didn’t. But Travis did.

“I’m just gonna go.” Connor whispered, before dashing in the opposite direction of the two.

He looks over still running seeing you run with him. “Why are you running?”

“I’m running because you’re running. It’s fun. Why are you running?”

“I don’t know why I’m running.” Connor said skidding to a stop.

You stop beside him, huffing. “Are you a crack or what? Why would you make me run without any reason?”

“I never told you to run.”

“Still…. All that energy wasted on nothing.”

“Help me clean the Demeter cabin door?” Connor asked with that ‘I did something help me cover it up’ smile.

“Absolutely not. You brought this upon yourself.” You shook your head.

“But I didn’t do it!” Connor whined.

“Well one of you did. Now pay the consequences.”

“That’s the thing!” Connor exclaimed, “both of us didn’t do it.” Connor noticed you trying to hide a smile. “What?”

“Oh nothing.” You wave him off.

“It was you?!” Connor yelled when he saw you laugh.

“My motives….” you said breaking into laughter, “Were good. Now look. Travis and Katie are alone. One of them is bound to break.”

“It’s not going to happen.”

“I can still hope for it.”

Connor was dreaming about pancakes that night. They looked delicious. Then came the waffles. With the syrup and ice cream.

Then the waffles started whispering. ‘Connor?’ the waffles grew a mouth.

“huh?” Connor mumbled in his sleep.

Then the waffle lifted a fork and banged it on the plate, “Connor!” the waffle whisper shouted, this time sounding oddly like you.

“Oh look. The waffle sounds just like Y/n.” connor mumbled sleepily in the pillow.

“Connor, you dingus!” the waffle threw a blue berry at him. That made Connor wake up to find you knocking on the window beside his bunk.

“Waffles?” Connor sleepily asked. Connor heard a muffled ‘what’ through the window leading him to open the window for you to get in.

“What’s wrong?” Connor asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes. “Can’t sleep?”

He watched you get in through the window and accidently snag your knee on a screw on the window sill and winced. He brought his feet closer to him to make you some place to sit.

“Its 2 am.” You grumbled angrily and pulled Connors blanket over you, “I’ve tried everything and I CAN NOT sleep, Connor”

“Uh huh” Connor mumbled almost half asleep himself, leading you to mumble out a ‘oh come on’ yourself.

“I’m awake. I’m not sleeping. I’m awake” Connor said out of nowhere shocking you when he shook himself awake.

“What do you wanna do?” Connor asked you rubbing his nose. “Sleep” you answered.

“How are we gonna do that?”

“What makes you think that I, the one who has trouble falling asleep, has the answer to that question?”

“Why are you so grumpy?” Connor whined.

“Gee lemme think…”

“Gods Y/n, we gotta get you to sleep. Or you're gonna skin someone alive tomorrow”

“You better hope it’s not you” Connor heard you say with closed eyes and felt a kick on his feet.

“Will you two PLEASE go to sleep?” you heard Travis grumble in his sleep, “Its bad enough that I have to deal with the two of you when im awake, I don’t wanna have to deal with two idiots who are stupid, sleepy and grumpy.”

“Why does he talk so much when he’s trying to sleep?” you whisper asked Connor.

“I don’t know. Just because hes me brother doesn’t mean I get everything he does.”

“I cant sleep Connor”

“Yes Y/n I can see that”

“That sounds an awful lot like something I would say. Are you copying me?”

“It DID sound like you!” Connor yelled a little bit too loud.

“Connor. Y/n.” Luke said extremely threateningly from his bunk.

“Go to sleep. Or I’m feeding the two of you to harpies myself”

And let me tell you, when the best swordsman in the past 3 hundred years tells you to shut up, you bet everything in your life that you WILL shut up.

“Sorry” Both of you whispered, and you kicked Connor’s shin so you could sleep beside him on the bed.

“There’s no room” Connor whispered.

“I’m not going back. The Harpies AND Mr.D will kill me” you whispered, and got comfortable on his bed.

“Stop kicking me”

“I'll kick you if I want to”

“Just go to sleep Y/n.”

“Well I wouldn’t be here, if I could sleep, would I Dumbo?”

“Did you just call me an elephant?” Connor whispered angrily.

“Yes…..” You thought for a moment, “I think im hungry, that’s why I cant fall asleep”

“That. Or it’s the ten naps you take through the day”

“I took ONE nap”

“Yeah. One THREE HOUR long nap”

“Connor I WILL slap you”

“Sleep” Connor whines, “Im begging you, PLEASE, sleep”

You turned to look at him, and he looked on the verge of crying.“Why are you crying?” you asked him, shocked all of a sudden.

“I’m tired” Connor rubbed his eyes.

“Then sleep”

“You're not letting me sleep”“Ok fine, I’ll try” You replied and pulled the blanket up to your chin tilting your head closer to Connors, as he did the same.

I’m not sure how long it took the both of you to fall asleep, but Luke and Travis had to cover up for the two of you the next morning while you two were sleeping.

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The Anomaly (Prologue)

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x f!Original Character Rating: Mature Length: 450 Summary: Nobody gets the upper hand on Spider-Man 2099. Nobody, until a strange anomaly slipped from his grasp. Now, he’ll stop at nothing until he finds her. Warnings: enemies to lovers, eventual smut, cannon typical violence, graphic depictions of violence, Miguel is a bitch but so is she, cursing, angst, etc. trauma Note: this is just my silly little goof while I have free time don’t expect anything spectacular LMAO I just wanna get something out to test the waters before pouring time into a full story

Orange monitors whirred to life as security footage sprawled across the holograms. A web of wires and plastic surrounded the platform that floated above the cold ground. Gray steam danced through the air, the scent leaking through the mask covering Miguel O’Hara’s face. The aroma was oddly calming; another reminder that he was still breathing. As someone who spent his days drowning in work, the air pricking at his lungs was a welcome wake-up call.

His crimson eyes scanned the glitching footage displayed in front of him, searching the screens for her; the anomaly who slipped from his grasp. She was tech savvy, being as she managed to deactivate the tracking device in her day pass. Luckily, her reckless universe hopping caught the attention of other league members. For the last two days, she’s been recovering on Earth-B9402.

Miguel had learned quickly that chasing after her would need to be more calculated than other anomalies. She was slippery, deceitful, and aggravating. He didn’t know her name, her home universe, or her intentions. All he knows is that she hitched a ride to Nueva York, snuck inside of HQ, and ran off with a day pass once she was spotted. All without showing her face.

Every Earth he managed to track her to, she escaped before he even had a chance to catch her. Three days ago he thought he finally cornered her. Her black makeshift suit glided through the dark of the night like a shadow, but he saw her. The only thing that identified her as a Spider-Person was the stringy webs that she used to catapult herself from building to building. He just needed one more moment, one stronger stride so he could sink his fangs into her neck and immobilize her. But all he managed was to pin her arms against the dirty brick of a building, his claws sinking into the warm flesh of her arms before she kicked his crotch and slipped into the night.

Now, he watched her through a camera on Earth-B9402, dressing her wounds. Lyla’s form hovered over the screens, watching Miguel intently. “Do you want me to call their local Spider-man?” She asked, hesitantly fixing her heart shaped glasses.

“No,” grumbled Miguel. “No, not yet.” His eyes were glued to the screen, watching as she used a bucket of dirty rain water and fast food napkins to clean the gashes he left in her forearms. Miguel watched the yellow and black punctures disappear under tan bandages, the anomaly flinching as she tightened them. She may have slipped away, but Miguel weakened her. He slowed her down. She wouldn’t get away again, he would make sure of it. “This one’s mine.”

Chapter 1

[chiaraswritings]

The Pink Pool

Disclaimer: I do not own DC or their characters, or their settings. This is certainly not canon. Also, putting dye and bubble bath in a pool sounds like a bad idea in real life and you probably should not do it. Indulge in this fictional work instead.

Warnings & Topics: Suggestive themes. 18+.

Word Count: 812 words.

Summary: A short Bruce Wayne x gender neutral!reader fluff, a birthday present to remember, and a pink pool with bubbles. 

Author’s Note: It is not my birthday yet, nor would I like a vacation home for a present in real life, but I thoroughly enjoyed writing this piece. I’m going to try to publish many more summer stories in the near future. I hope you enjoy. 

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It was honestly a ridiculous idea. Childish. Unrealistic. But I’d been dreaming of this opportunity my entire life.

The boxes were all unpacked, and we had finished constructing the new bed frame. New white sheets were fitted over the new mattress, new plates had been placed carefully in the new cabinets, the new house was completely ready for new adventures and new love. 

He had bought this new vacation home for my birthday and taken the next two weeks off work, just to spend it with me in the new villa. If I recall his exact words, he had given me the green light to “do whatever you want with the place, it’s yours now,” as he had carried me across the threshold. It really was an incredible home, a luxurious four bedrooms and three bathrooms, rose vines wrapping around the arches, white flowers decorating the shrubbery. Though it was nothing compared to Wayne Manor, I had been just a tad bit hesitant to accept the overwhelming birthday present, considering we had only been together for a few months. And yet…well, even if we didn’t last, at least I had gotten the glorious opportunity to live in such a fairytale house for a little while.

As I made my way to the French doors that opened to the spacious backyard, I smiled at the recent memory of him revealing my birthday surprise and the shock I had felt.

“You want to spend how many weeks here?”

“Just two. You don’t want to?”

“I do, but… come on, Bruce, work will never let me have the days off. Not so soon.”

“Quit your job.”

“Now you’re just being ridiculous.”

I will never forget the smile he gave me with his reply. 

“Maybe I am being ridiculous, but it feels too good to stop.” 

I had not resigned after all, but he had called my workplace, much to my embarrassment. Either way, I was on an unexpected vacation for my birthday, and life couldn’t be better. Bruce had to go back to the office for a few hours to wrap up some unfinished work, but then he would be back, ready to kick off the next two weeks of paradise he had promised me. I was anxiously looking forward to tonight, to spending our first night here together in that lavish bed. But first, I had something else on my mind.

Stepping out into the fading light of dusk, I drummed my fingers against the bottle I was holding. My boyfriend’s go-ahead to do whatever I wanted with the place was fulfilling a dream I had been entertaining since I was thirteen years old. Of course, that was years and years ago, but the thought had always stayed in the back of my mind every time I went swimming in a pool. I just had never had the chance to do it.

My freshly pedicured feet strode towards the rectangular pool, the shimmering blue water accentuated by underwater lights. I picked up the bucket that lay beside the edge of the pool, dipping it into the water to collect the amount I needed, my mind calculating the best way to carry out my plan. Pouring some of the bottle’s product into the bucket, I began to mix the liquid with the pool water. Once combined, I stood, my eyes searching for the location of the jets inside the pool. Locating one, I picked up the bucket and dumped the contents into the pool over the jet. 

… 

An hour had passed since sunset. I had heard the car door slam shut, as well as his dress shoes making their way to where I was relaxing in the pool. My freshly dyed pink pool with bubbly foam floating on portions of the surface. 

I couldn’t help but laugh at the surprise on his face. Raising myself out of the pool, brushing the bubbles off of my swimwear, I wrapped my foamy arms around his neck, pressing myself against him, completely soaking the front of his suit. “Hey, missed you.” 

He was chuckling and shaking his head at me. “I missed you too… and I also missed the memo about a pink bubble bath in our pool. I didn’t really wear the right outfit to this party.” 

I laughed, kissing him before pulling away. “Then go change, I’ll be here.” 

“I know you will,” he winked, before disappearing into the house again. I stepped back into the foamy water, relaxing in the water that lapped against my shoulders and splashed gently on my neck. 

When he returned, appropriately dressed in his own swimming attire, I nearly pulled him headfirst into the pool in my excitement. Finally with my lover, in the pool of my teenage dreams, I was happier than I had been in a long time. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. The kiss we then shared was incredibly blissful, just like I knew this night would be.

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Jack Howl And The Blustery Day

The rain, rain, rain came down, down, down

In rushing, rising riv'lets

'Til the river crept out of its bed

And crept right into Piglet's

 - Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day

Jack shivered slightly from where he stood in front of the old, dilapidated building that is Ramshackle, gusts of wind and droplets of rain making him antsy. Around him, he could see the chilly breeze rousing fallen leaves to bob and weave across the air.

“Y/N!” Jack called, knocking on the creaky door, “Y/N! Let me in!”

He heard your muffled voice, a tad bit higher and squeakier than it usually was, call out in reply, “not by the hair of my chinny chin chin.”

What the-

“Y/N!” he called, “open u-”

He was interrupted by the sound of a lock clicking into place and watched as the door opened to reveal you dressed in fuzzy pyjamas, a teasing smile adorning your face, “hello, Mister. Come on in.”

He shrugged off his jacket and gently hung it on a nearby coat rack before toeing off his shoes and following you to the living room where he was surprised to find you sitting amidst a variety of blankets and pillows deposited on the floor next to a table that held up three steaming mugs.

You laughed at his befuddled expression as you patted the space next to you, “It was Grim’s idea to make a blanket fort. I was telling him about them while we were making the hot chocolate and he wanted to do it with me. As you can see he already fell asleep before we could make it into an actual fort.”

The fondness in your words made a tendril of warmth swirl around in his chest as he followed your gaze to find your feline companion snoozing on a flouf cushion with a blanket carefully placed on him.

You once again made the non-verbal demand that he join you so he slumped himself against you, allowing you to bundle the both of you up in different covers and duvets before handing him a steaming mug of hot chocolate. The heat of the crackling fireplace and his head resting on your shoulder doing more than enough to protect the two of you from the cold of the elements outside. 

The soft cozy atmosphere inside your living room, with the mellow sounds of the movie playing on your television and the melody of your heartbeat was enough to lull him into a pleasant slumber. Until it wasn’t.

The serenity that encompassed the two of you was pierced by the crackles and rumbles emitted from the inky black and smoky grey tufts that inhabited the murky overcast sky, the constant drizzle intensifying into a vigorous torrent. Buckets and buckets of water came pouring down, splashing and splattering over every exterior surface and howling sounds thudded on the window, giving the tell-tale signs of an approaching tempest.

Noting the endless cascade showering outside, you turned to Jack in amusement, “I don’t think you’ll be leaving here anytime soo- huh?”

You were cut off by your boyfriend throwing himself at you, wrapping his arms around your waist and practically melting against your torso, causing you to topple backwards at the force of his well-built, muscular body slamming into yours. Despite the tense stiffness of his posture, you could feel him shaking slightly as he buried his head into the junction between your neck and shoulder, his nose rubbing against your nape. His usually upright, pointy ears were pinned back, slanting downwards, and his tail was tucked and curled between his legs. The sound of soft little whines, whimpers and howls graced your ears and you could feel his arms constricting tighter around you when the ground trembled from another resound of thunder.

“Hey, Jack,” you cooed, threading your fingers through the grey strands at the top of his nape, “are you alright, big guy?”

Your only reply was an uncharacteristic keening whine that was muffled against your shoulder. Another bout of thunder boomed from the heavens, resulting in his solid hold constricting tighter around you, your hands caressing the trembling expanse of his back when your ears caught on to the stray whimpers he let out. 

You hummed, soft and soothing as you held him, continuing on with your ministrations.

“It’s okay, big guy,” you consoled, “it’s alright, I’m right here.”

You hear a sigh before a gruff voice mumbles, “‘don’t like thunder.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” you say, “we’re all afraid of something.”

“‘M not scared,” he argues though his hold doesn’t lessen even a bit.

You do your best to hide the smile in your voice as you agree, “of course, of course. But even if there was the possibility that you were scared - which you definitely aren’t - I’m just saying that there’s nothing wrong with that.”

He nuzzles his face closer to your neck, “just-just keep holding me, okay?”

“Okay,” you say, “though it might be easier to do that if you transform. Your arms are a bit - uh - enthusiastic.”

At first there’s silence, and he remained stock still, so you wonder if he even heard your suggestion but then there’s a poof and you find yourself with a large wolf making himself comfortable on your lap.

And so you closed your eyes and relished the feeling of warmth that spread across your body, caused not by the dancing wisps of golden and amber flames, but by the adoration you felt for your boyfriend, that grew and grew with every stroke of your fingers through glacier grey fur.

There the two of you sat, in your calm, drowsy state, as the rain continued to pour outside.

The rain, rain, rain came down, down, down

When the rain, rain, rain came down, down, down

[anitabighug]

❥ A Perfect Experiment : Wally x Reader (She/Her Pronouns, Named) ✿

Chapter Masterpost: [  ♡   ♡    ♡ ] Chapter Twelve; Real Sleep

●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● The rest of the day goes by rather quickly. Wally follows you around like a puppy dog, joined at the hip while you have your lunch, and while you sunbathe, while you fill your test tubes with lake water and plants… You liked him, of course, but even the patience afforded by this had its limits. That was why, when you heard your name being called, you hurry into the water after it, leaving a devastated Wally on the shore. You’d make it up to him at some point, you vowed. You make it to the group a little deeper into the lake. The commotion was from Howdy, surprisingly. He gives you an uncharacteristic smirk, and points two of his thumbs behind him, where Julie is balanced on Barnaby’s shoulders. You grin, and give a vigorous nod, and are whisked up onto the caterpillar’s shoulders. Before anyone could object, the chicken fight was underway. Barnaby is smack talking, telling Howdy how he’s gonna need the extra arms to beat them. Julie is surprisingly strong, and you are unsurprisingly not, and you’re quickly dispatched. Once you resurface, you raise a hand to the sky, “REMATCH.” ●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● It was only when the sun started to set that the group started to quiet down. Back on the shore, Eddie and Frank were debating the best way to feed a campfire, spurred on by the roaring fire roasting away between them. Wally had finally dried off, and somehow had found the time and hairspray to re-style his perfect hair. Sally was cooking a pair of hot dogs over the fire, no doubt making an extra for her girlfriend, who strolled over from the water and collapsed her soaking, exhausted body across Sally’s lap. You’re dilly-dallying, squeezing as much water out of your suit as you can before you exit the water completely. You look up slowly at the campfire; and at your group of friends surrounding it. Something about their tired smiles, the crickets chirping in the distance, and the warm smell of smoke and food… You wouldn’t trade this moment for anything. After a few moments of distraction, you’re finally lulled out of it when Barnaby yells for you to join everyone, and you eagerly oblige, hurrying to go settle in next to the dog. Dinner is nice, if not short, and dessert is even better. You think you might’ve eaten a hundred marshmallows. At some point, Wally migrated to sit next to you. You’re thankful that you’re still a little wet from the water, as it seems to deter him enough to keep his hands to himself. At least you can keep a bit of your dignity with all of your friends so close. ●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● “And that was when they saw it… On the car door, hanging from the handle… Was a bloody hook!!!” Sally threw her arms in the air. Poppy screamed, and threw her arms over her head to hide from the terror. A few laughs peppered through the group at her exaggerated reaction. The fire was starting to die, and it had been a long while since Frank had fed it. You yawn, and lean back against Wally, who doesn’t hesitate to rest his head on top of yours. Eddie stands, stretching and cracking his back, and grabs a bucket to gather some water to put out the fire. Sally scoops her girlfriend into her arms, Julie long since having fallen asleep, and heads towards the tent. The others start to trickle in for bed, grabbing their sleeping bags from the luggage on the way. Barnaby shakes you awake, “Come on, Kid. Time for bed.” You groan in protest, but you’re soon being lifted and guided over to the tent. You hear Wally tell Eddie he’d watch to make sure the fire went out, and then you hear a sizzle as the water is poured over the dying embers. Barnaby hands you off to Poppy, who dutifully gathers your sleeping bag and sets it up, and you crawl in, staying close to your dear bird friend. She seems grateful to have you near, and you hold her wing to make sure she doesn't stay spooked from the story for too long. ●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● Its been a few hours at this point. Barnaby steps out of the tent, rubbing one of his eyes. Just as he’d assumed, Wally is still wide awake. He’s sitting on one of the logs around the long dead fire, a book open in his lap, and occasionally looking up towards the blanket of stars. “Not gonna sleep?” Barnaby asks, taking a seat beside him and taking a quick peek at the book. Hand-drawn star charts and extensive notes line the pages, and little hearts are drawn occasionally in the margins. Wally examines the page again, then looks back towards the sky. One of the stars adjusts to match the page. “I’ll sleep later,” Wally replies under his breath, and flips the page. He traces a finger across the calendar on the next page. First Quarter. Thankfully he seemed to have already gotten the moon right at this point, after some trial and error. “Real sleep?” Barnaby asks. Wally doesn’t reply. The dog lets out a sigh, and reaches over, closing the book. “.. I’ll tell you if anyone wakes up. Get some rest, buddy.” He says, firmly. Wally doesn’t really have room to argue, the excitement of the day was really taking it’s toll on him. With a sigh, he rests against the dog, and closes his eyes. It takes a few minutes, but the world around them darkens. The sky first, then the bubbling of the lake quiets down, and soon only the void is left. A tent floating on the abyss, two friends sitting on a log in the darkness, and far off in the distance, so far he could barely see it, a sleepy little house sat. Barnaby really was the best of them to slip up around. Despite how wild it got, despite how downright scary the void felt… He didn’t ask any questions. That really was what Wally needed most. He was thankful for these quiet moments he could have, no worrying about secrets or dangers… just rest. Barnaby stands guard faithfully, passing the time by flipping through your notebook. After a few hours pass, life returns to their world, much in the reverse of before. Wally takes a deep breath, and thanks his friend under his breath. “Don’t mention it,” Barnaby closes the book and hands it back to him, before standing and starting back towards the tent. Wally followed close behind, and within the crowded tent, makes his way without even thinking about it to your side. You’d long since rolled out of Poppy’s grip, and Wally took up the mantle of cuddling your sleeping form happily. You stir only a little, and wordlessly make space for him, one of his arms tucking under you and the other worming its way into your unzipped sleeping bag to hold you around your waist. You grin tiredly, and he rests his forehead against yours, mumbling under his breath to tell you to get back to sleep. You oblige, but only after tugging him into the warmth with you, and pressing a tiny, lazy kiss on his cheek, your tired mind keeping you lingering dangerously close to his lips… He gives you another squeeze, and repeats his command. Your mind is so fuzzy… You probably could’ve slept forever like that. It was so nice and warm, and you were oh-so tired. You could hear Eddie outside packing things up, however, and the guilt of leaving it all to him would just continue to eat you up. You slowly start to sit up, but Wally pulls you back down aggressively, burying his tired face in your shoulder. Your face burns all the way up to your cheeks, and you slowly peer your way around the tent. Poppy is staring, jaw wide in shock. Julie is pointing at you and bouncing wordlessly to try to keep her voice down. You lift a finger tiredly to your lips to tell them to keep quiet. You guess it wouldn’t hurt to let him sleep for a little while longer, you think, and lean back to return to your spot. You knew you’d have a heck of an interrogation waiting for you later, though… ●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・● @elegantkidfansoul @itsyoboysparkel

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Can This Be Called a Success?🔪

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He got away.

Why did he have to get away?

I want to run after him, but there is a potential witness outside. Taeko.

She's still standing behind the cherry tree waiting for (Y/N). I can't let her see me like this or see this mess. I look down at the pool of blood a few feet away from me and see how it's slowly spreading across the previously polished gymnasium floor.

My eyes are memorized by the spread of the crimson liquid. My mind can't help but imagine if (Y/N) was laying on top of the liquid. Today, I hoped to see his lifeless body on the ground, but I failed. A small pool of blood can hardly be called a successful job when I was supposed to kill my rival.

The gymnasium feels frozen in time. The only thing that is moving is the blood, but the air around me feels still. It feels like the world has paused because of my actions.

Then I hear it.

Footsteps.

Footsteps that are progressively getting louder and louder. I can't help myself, and I rush to the storage room.

The last thing I want is to be caught and sent to jail. I leave the storage room door slightly ajar so I can take a peak.

I hear the footsteps stop, and the doors to the gymnasium burst open.

"(Y-Y/N)?" I hear my Senpai stutter out (Y/N)'s name.

I clench my teeth in frustration, I hate how she says his name. The way the name flows out of her mouth with ease pisses me off.

I hear her footsteps. She is getting closer. Then I hear the noise stop.

"Oh my God. Is that...blood?" She takes a step closer towards the pool of blood. She looks down at it before covering her mouth.

"It is. I-I need to get out of here!" I hear her footsteps once more before they disappear.

I know exactly what my Senpai is going to do. She isn't going to tell a single soul, and even if she did, not a single one would believe her anyway.

I open up the doors to the storage room and walk out of the gymnasium. I need to clean all this up before someone else finds it.

I rush to the locker room to wash up and change. I walk into the foggy locker room and open up my locker. I take my clothes off and shove them into the locker. I rush into the shower room and sit down on one of the yellow stools. I turn on the faucet and rinse my arms.

My hands are the bloodiest parts of my body. I hold my hands under the faucet, and watch the blood wash off and go down the drain. I continue to wash the rest of my body off, and wash my hair as well.

Eventually, I turn off the faucet and get up from the stool. I walk back into the locker room and change into my gym uniform. I take out my bloody uniform and then close the locker.

I walk out of the building and start to head into the school. I run over to the home economic room, and go straight to the washer. I dump my uniform into the washer and toggle the settings. I then press the start button, and the machine starts to spin the clothes around. I then grab one of the blue buckets and go over to the sink, I put the bucket underneath the faucet and wait for it to fill up. When the bucket is filled with water, I grab the bleach and unscrew the blue top. I pour some bleach into the bucket, I then close the bleach and place it where I found it.

With the bucket in my hand, I start to run over to the gymnasium. While I run, I make sure not a single drop of water falls out. When I make it to the gymnasium, I place the bucket next to the pool of blood.

I rush out of the gymnasium and back into the home economic room, I grab the mop and start to run back. When I make it back to the gymnasium, I immediately start to clean up the mess.

I dip the mop into the sparking water and then start to mop up the blood. Every time I dip the mop into the water, the water starts to get red. I start to worry that I might have to get more water, but fortunately, I'm able to clean all the blood in one go.

The gymnasium floor is back to its original look, but now I have to dump out the water. I want to dump out the bloody water in the grass, but I fear that the smell of blood will over take the smell of bleach. I decide it would be better if I dump out the water in the home economic sink. I decide not to rush, and instead, I calmly walk over to the room. When I make it inside, I go over to the sink and slowly pour out the water into the sink. While I pour out the water, I notice that it stains the white sink. I make a note to clean it up before I leave school.

I head back to the gymnasium and grab the mop. When I grab the mop, I start to notice that my breathing is getting heavier. My stamina must be low. If I join the martial arts club or the sports club, I'm sure that not only will my stamina go up but also my overall strength. I should join one of those clubs soon.

I walk back into the home economic room, and place the mop back where I found it. I check up on my clothes, and I see that it is currently drying. Thank God this school has a two in one washer, it makes things easier for me.

I go over to the sink and start to clean off the red stains. They come off with ease. It only takes a few splashes of water for them to come off.

As I turn off the faucet, I hear a beep come from the machine. I walk over to it and open it up. I take out my uniform and close the machine back up. I look around the room to make sure that everything is where it needs to be. The bleach is where it needs to be, the mop is leaning against the wall like it usually is, the bucket is next to the mop, the sink looks as clean as ever, and the washing machine looks untouched. Perfect.

When I close the door behind me, I can't help but frown. Sure, I didn't leave a trace of what I've done, but (Y/N) is still alive. This can't be called a success, but at the very least, I didn't get caught.

I leave the school and head back home. Today, I won't bother to follow my Senpai, I'm sure she went back home right after what she saw.

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When I make it home, I don't stay long. I change out of my gym clothes and into something more comfortable. I think it's a good time to get a job. The money my parents gave me before they left is starting to get low, and I doubt they'll be sending any.

Now, I'm standing on one of the busiest streets in hopes of finding a job. I see men and women walk in and out of shops, some are standing and talking, and others are sitting on a few of the benches placed around. I walk down the street and look at the shops. There are a few establishments, but only one of them wants employees.

A butler café.

Can I really get this job? There is a picture of a boy in a butler outfit on the sign, and he looks like the opposite of me. His bright smile and eyes, the text next to him with a welcoming phrase, and his enthusiastic pose: are everything that I can't do.

But I'm running low on money, and I don't want to use any of my Info Points on a wad of cash. I take the chance and walk into the baby blue building.

When I walk inside, I'm met with the same shade of blue painted on the walls but with the added addition of white, too. I look around and see a few customers sitting and eating their food. A few of the employees are going back and forth between the tables and the kitchen. I don't notice how long I've been staring until someone talks to me.

"Umm... excuse me? Sir, are you here for a table?" The employee asks me.

"I'm here to work, I noticed the sign outside," I tell him as I point to the window where the help wanted sign is seen.

"Oh, yes! I'll be right back," the boy tells me before walking away and leaving me standing by myself.

I wait, and in a few minutes the boy comes back.

"You're hired," he simply tells me.

"Really?" I can't help but to feel surprised.

"We're really tight on staff, so the boss will take anyone," the boy explains, "You'll start working at the beginning of next week. I'm assuming you're still in school, so we would like you to come in right after school. If you have any clubs, you should let the boss know, but tell him on your first day, he's busy right now."

"I'll let him know. Thank you," I walk out of the restaurant and head back home.

I head back home, and now I'm able to rest. I didn't know getting a job could be that easy, but I just got lucky. One less thing to worry about.

But going straight after school for the job can be a burden. Less time to take care of my Senpai. I'll need to tell my boss that showing up straight after school won't work for me. He is tight on staff, so I doubt he'll get rid of me that easily.

I start to get comfy in my bed and cuddle up to one of my Senpai's plushies that I stole from her room. I can smell her scent on the cute cat, I can't help but imagine it's her in my arms. I fall into a blissful sleep shortly after.

[sneetsnootyoit]

The KitKat in the Minibar

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Dieter Bravo x gn!Reader

Summary: Dieter eating pussy, man - reader is AFAB. No specific pronouns for reader

Warnings and shit: Drug use, smut, lots of smut, basically porn with plot, praise kink, some exhibitionism, choking, biting, mention of a bad trip, did I already say smut? face-sitting, face-fucking, ass-eating, etc. NO USE OF Y/N

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Part 2

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Spanish translations

Dieter was the kind of lover that many people dreamed of having. He was good with pretty much everything. He loved worshiping your body, but the thing he loved the most was being buried between your legs. He could stay there for hours, lavishing you with his mouth, if you let him. It was one of his favorite things.

The first time, you were nervous. The other men you'd been with were less than enthusiastic and often made you feel guilty for requesting reciprocation when it came to oral. But with Dieter, he asked. You were in his bed, bodies pressed together while you were locked in a heated kiss, grinding against one another and trying desperately to get the other one's clothes off. Once you were both naked, Dieter looked at you like you were the most amazing thing he'd ever seen and he sighed out your name.

"Hm? Qué es, cariño?"

He shuddered at the sound of you calling him sweetheart. He loved hearing you speak Spanish to him. "I want you to sit on my face."

His request caught you off guard and you sat up a little, making him whine and chase after you. "You- you want me to sit on your face?"

He nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah…please," he breathed out, gripping your hip. "No hovering, either. Fuck, please let me taste you, baby. I'll be good. I'll be so good for you." He continued begging, and you loved the feeling of power that flooded through you.

"Lay back."

Dieter’s eyes widened and he immediately complied, helping you get situated above him. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, hands curling around to hold your hips. You hovered for a moment as Dieter tried to pull you down onto his face and you resisted him.

"What do you say, cariño?"

"Please," he whined, hips bucking into the air. You hummed and slowly lowered yourself down, still being careful not to squish him, but Dieter pulled you the rest of the way down, making you actually sit on him. It was like nothing you'd ever experienced before. His tongue immediately pressed into you, gathering up your arousal as he dragged it through your folds to circle around your most sensitive spot. He sucked it into his mouth and you moaned, grinding against his face. His beard scratched your thighs and core in the most delicious way, and you had to place your hands on the wall to keep your balance. His tongue moved back down towards your entrance, dipping it back inside while he nosed at your clit. He moved up just a little bit and you felt his teeth against you. Never in your life did you think that teeth would feel good during oral, but holy shit it was awesome. He ate you out like a man in a desert who’d just found an oasis.

He was happy to feel you grinding against his face, using him for your pleasure. Over the past couple months of you two sleeping together, he'd started to learn what you did and didn't like, and all of your little body language cues. Which meant he could tell when you were about to cum. You began pressing down harder and your moans became more whiny as you got closer to the edge. He began fucking you with his tongue while he used his nose and teeth to stimulate your clit, making you jerk with pleasure. When you came, it was like having a bucket of water poured over your head. The pleasure washed over you and you squeezed Dieter’s head with your thighs, trembling above him as he relished in the taste of you.

When you began reaching overstimulation, you panted heavily, whining and you tried to lift yourself up. Dieter held you down against him and you gasped as he harshly sucked on your clit, pressing his bearded chin against your entrance. He groaned against you and squeezed you tightly. He continued to eat you like a starved man, getting his first meal after days of no food. You whined again and tried to get up, when you managed to lift yourself a little bit, Dieter latched himself back onto you, teeth scraping against your clit while he took you back into his mouth, growling again. The sound vibrated against you and it sent a shiver down your spine. Before you knew it, he'd pulled a second orgasm out of you, one that you didn't even know was coming, and you cried out his name as you doubled over from the intense pleasure. You didn't notice Dieter had eased up the pressure on you until he placed a light kiss to your clit and flipped the two of you over. You had no idea how he managed that, but as soon as you were on your back, Dieter was crawling up your body and kissing you fervently, grinding his weeping cock against your leg. You could taste yourself on his tongue and you moaned, one hand going to hold his hip while the other went to thread fingers into his hair.

“Fuck, you’re good at that,” you murmured against his lips, making him chuckle. “You’ll definitely be doing that more often.”

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You and Dieter were at a dinner party hosted by one of his co-stars for the movie they’d just finished filming, and he hadn’t seen what you were wearing until you arrived at the party to meet him. He was undressing you with his eyes almost the entire time, and you could swear that at one point, he was trying to hide an erection. When dinner was finished and everyone was chatting amongst themselves, you got up from the table. You brushed your hand over Dieter’s shoulder as you walked past, giving him a ‘come on’ look, and he practically scrambled to get out of his seat and follow you once you were out of sight. You made your way to the first unlocked door you found. It turned out to be the host’s office, and you chuckled. You waited a moment so Dieter could see you enter and follow behind you. As soon as the door was closed and locked, Dieter rushed towards you, and you held out a hand to stop him.

“Patience, cariño,” you said quietly, smirking at him. You turned on the light in the room and turned to face him. You could see that he was fighting not to touch you, and you could see in his eyes that he was definitely high. You placed your hands on his shoulders and slowly walked him towards the desk, stopping when the back of his legs bumped the edge. “What have you taken tonight?”

Dieter let out a shaky breath, flexing his fingers and swallowing nervously. “I smoked a joint before I showered and got dressed. I know you’re not fond of the smell.”

“Anything else?”

“I uh…I had an edible before I got out of the car.”

You hummed, letting your forearms rest on his shoulders, clasping your fingers behind his head. You knew how he was at parties. Even though he enjoyed partying, it was only because he made sure he was always high before he arrived to said party. It was a well kept secret that Dieter had pretty bad anxiety, and for some reason he preferred to take drugs to combat it than get a prescription for an anti-anxiety medication. You were glad he didn’t have anything heavier than weed, though, because you loved how Dieter got when you fucked while he was stoned. Dieter was already a pretty submissive guy in bed, but the marijuana seemed to increase that, and you loved it.

“I’m flattered that you were thinking of me,” you purred, leaning forward to let your lips graze his. Now you understood why he wasn’t touching you, yet. He wanted to be good for you, and he was desperate to hear you tell him so. “Do you want to touch me, baby?”

“Yes,” he whispered, voice wavering.

“You can touch me.”

He hesitated before he placed his hands on your hips, gently pulling you closer to him. You could feel his erection on your hip and you snaked one of your arms down to stroke him slowly over his pants. “Look at you, so hard already…is this all for me?”

Dieter nodded and whimpered, fighting to keep his hips still as you touched him. “Fuck…please, can I kiss you?”

Instead of answering him, you pressed your lips to his. You threaded your fingers in his hair and held him there, sending the message that you were the one in control, and he fully submitted to you. The kiss was sweet and slow, and Dieter whined when you pulled away. “Get on your knees.”

He let out a shuddering breath and waited for you to step back and switch places with him before he got down on his knees in front of you, looking up at you with begging eyes. He loved looking at you from this angle. He would let you do anything to him, and he’d fucking love it. “You look so good tonight,” he breathed out, eyes roving over your body.

You chose to wear an open suit to the party. You had a pair of black slacks and black shoes, a white button-up shirt, and a black blazer to match the pants. What made it unbearable to Dieter was the fact that the shirt was only buttoned up to just below your ribcage. Your shirt could’ve fallen open at any minute, exposing your chest to everyone at the party. You took off your blazer and set it on the desk behind you, making a show of it when you stretched, the fabric tightening around your chest. “You’re going to eat me out, and you’re going to make me cum with that pretty mouth of yours. If you’re good, maybe I’ll let you fuck me against our host’s desk. You remember the rules, don’t you?”

Dieter nodded quickly, licking his lips. “I’m not allowed to touch myself. But I can hold onto you.”

“Good. Now then, why don’t you go ahead and get started?”

Dieter’s breath came out as a whimper when he nodded again and he reached up to unbutton your pants and drag them down your legs. He groaned as he pushed them down to your ankles, revealing to him that you hadn’t been wearing any underwear. “Ay…mierda, cariño.”

“You like what you see, dulcecito?” You asked, spreading your legs for him.

“I fucking love it,” he replied, leaning forward and licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit. His hands trailed up your legs to rest on your thighs, gently keeping your legs spread for him while he circled his tongue around your clit, making you moan softly.

Using one hand to help you lean back on the desk, the other went down to Dieter’s head, fingers combing through his hair. “Dios mío, that’s right baby…fuck…”

Your words made Dieter’s cock twitch in his pants and he whined against you, squeezing your thighs. He opened his mouth so he could scrape his teeth over your clit while he pressed his tongue inside and you gripped his hair, gasping quietly. “Fuck, just like that…such a good boy for me,” you praised, and Dieter moaned into you. He loved when you praised him.

He continued like that, alternating between fucking you with his tongue and nosing at your clit to sucking harshly on the bundle of nerves and scraping his teeth over it, and you gripped his hair tightly, using the hold to pull him closer to you. The coil in your stomach began to tighten and you could feel yourself approaching your orgasm, panting and singing praises to Dieter. “Oh, sweet boy, I’m gonna cum…gonna cum right on that pretty face. Fucking hell, don’t stop,” you babbled, pulling his hair so hard it made tears spring to his eyes, but he loved it and whimpered against you as he continued to work you towards the edge.

You were both so enraptured by one another that you didn’t hear the voices of the other party-goers coming down the hall. You were trying to be quiet, but not doing a very good job, and you could be heard faintly through the door. You both jumped at the sound of knocking on the door and one of Dieter’s other co-stars yelling “What the fuck, Dieter?! It’s a fucking dinner party! Keep that shit at home, man!” At the same time, the host also came down the hall.

“What’s happening?”

“Dieter’s fucking someone in your office!”

“Seriously?! Get out of my fucking office, you dick!” He tried to open the door and let out an exasperated yell when he realized it was locked. “I’m going to get the key, then I’m kicking your ass out!”

Dieter’s eyes widened and he tried to pull away, but you kept him in place with your grip on his hair. “Don’t you fucking dare stop,” you ordered through gritted teeth, grinding your hips against his mouth. The idea that you were willing to let his co-stars walk in on the two of you like that turned him on even more than he already was and he enthusiastically resumed his ministrations. “That’s it, good boy,” you moaned out, your legs shaking underneath you.

Dieter maneuvered himself closer to you, moving his arms underneath your legs so he could put them on his shoulders, keeping you upright. The change in angle made your eyes roll back and it shoved you right over the edge. You couldn’t hold in the guttural moan that forced its way out of you and your legs closed around Dieter’s head as you bucked your hips against him, panting heavily. Before you could reach overstimulation, you released Dieter’s head and roughly tugged on his hair to pull him away. “Clean me up so we can get out of here,” you whispered, giving Dieter a wink and releasing his hair.

He very quickly lapped up the mess you’d made between your legs, then he pulled your pants back up and helped you fasten them. You could hear the host of the dinner party stomping angrily down the hall. With a grin, you grabbed your blazer and Dieter’s hand, and before the host could unlock the door, you unlocked it, flung it open, and you and Dieter bolted out of the room. You ran out of the house and over to Dieter’s car for a fast escape, ignoring the yelling of the party’s host behind you. As soon as the car started, it was in motion, and once you’d made it onto the road, the two of you burst into laughter.

—---------------------------------------------------

In your time with Dieter, you tried a large number of things with him that you thought you’d never do. Not long after you started seeing each other, you broached the subject of drugs with him, and he was happy to humor you when you asked him a million and one questions. When you decided you actually wanted to try some of them, he was more than happy to oblige, and he provided you with a plethora of choices, from weed all the way to cocaine. You weren’t really interested in some of the hardcore drugs, but you were curious about psychedelics. Specifically, acid and magic mushrooms. You’d done a lot of research, and seen them around Dieter’s apartment, so you decided those would be a good start. He started you off small, having you microdose while he supervised and made sure you didn’t get sick or panic. He called it “trip-sitting.”

The first thing you tried was the ‘magic mushrooms.’ They tasted like shit and at first, you thought they didn’t work, but when they kicked in, you realized you were in for a ride. Before you took the mushrooms, you thought it would be funny to put on a movie and watch it while high. You picked out Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and asked Dieter to turn it on once it kicked in.

To say that you were floored would have been an understatement, and there were a few times that Dieter couldn’t help but laugh at you because of how you reacted to the movie. By the end of it, you were having the time of your life. Since you’d been distracted by the movie, you hadn’t noticed the nausea that was building up inside you, and when you finally started to feel sick, you started to panic. Dieter was prepared for it, though, and immediately brought you a trashcan and a bottle of water. You spent the next hour throwing up and drinking water, and it became a vicious cycle. You couldn’t remember much after that, and the next morning, you swore you would never try mushrooms again.

A couple months passed before you decided you were ready to try something else. This time, you wanted to try acid, and Dieter warned you that it could end up like the mushrooms. You insisted that it would be different, and you were ready. Dieter gave you a small tablet that melted on your tongue, and while you were waiting for it to kick in, you turned on Bob Ross. Dieter thought it was weird, but at the same time he completely understood. And as it turned out, Bob Ross was awesome to watch on acid. You thought that after a while it would just wear off, but it ended up lasting almost 12 hours. In that time, you watched a lot of Bob Ross and animal documentaries, and you insisted on cuddling with Dieter for most of it. When your eyes weren’t glued to the TV, you were staring at Dieter and marveling at how different he looked while you were under the influence, and it made you very affectionate. You didn’t know until much later that while you were high, you accidentally let it slip that you were in love with him and you cried when he refused to say it back because you were high. Then Bob Ross mentioned happy little trees and your attention was drawn back to the TV.

After your acid trip, Dieter was tense around you for a while, and would only get stoned with you. Eventually, when you were both sober and you were pestering him about how distant he was, he told you about what happened, and you admitted that it was true, and he admitted that he felt the same way. That day, the two of you made love for hours, and when you woke up the next morning, you were greeted by Dieter’s head between your legs, face soaked with your arousal. Come to find out, he woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep, so he decided he would eat you out until you woke up. When you came, it was like being hit by a freight train because apparently, on top of consuming you like you were his favorite food, he’d also been edging you, stopping for a few minutes every time it seemed like you were about to cum. You were baffled by the fact that somehow, he didn’t wake you up.

A few weeks later, he convinced you to try ecstasy. At that point, the two of you had quite a few trips together, and even fucked while you were high. It was amazing. His suggestion was that the two of you take ecstasy and then have sex. He said that sex on ecstasy was amazing, and fuck he was right.

–

He had you on your hands and knees, going back and forth between licking beneath your folds and fucking your ass with his tongue. Your entire body was buzzing with pleasure and you’d just barely started. You’d never been with a guy who was willing to eat your ass before, and Dieter fucking loved it. Your legs shook beneath you as he shoved his tongue deep inside your hole and shook his head, letting his patchy beard scratch at the wet, sensitive skin below. Even when your legs failed you and you ended up laying on your stomach, Dieter continued to ravish you. He laid between your legs, also on his stomach, spreading your cheeks with his large hands to grant him access to your holes. He was gripping you so tightly, you were sure there’d be bruises. You whimpered into the pillows as he groaned against you and you bucked back against him. You lifted your head so you could turn to look at him and you could see that he was grinding into the mattress while he ate you, breathing heavily against you and you moaned at the sight. He could feel your gaze on him and he opened his eyes, catching sight of your wrecked state. He pulled back and you whined in protest as he sat up. You yelped when he flipped you over onto your back and suddenly, he was hovering over you with dark, lust-filled eyes.

“Fuck- I need to be inside you, right now,” he rumbled next to your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Dármelo, cariño,” you whispered in return.

Dieter sat up so he could look down at you as he notched his tip at your entrance. You propped yourself up a little bit so you could watch him slide into you, a whimpering moan leaving your lips. He always stretched you open in the most delicious way, and even though it hurt a little, the pain quickly melted away and turned to pleasure. You looked up at him and he leaned down to press his forehead against yours, pushing himself in deeper. “I- fuck, baby, I can’t- I need-”

“Por favor, úsame, cariño.”

That was all Dieter needed to hear before he began pounding into you at an unforgiving pace. Your mouth hung open as he panted against you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Your arms wrapped around his back, trying to hold on. The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and skin against skin. He was sucking marks into your neck and you mewled when he hit that spot inside you that made you see stars. You were quickly approaching your orgasm and you grabbed Dieter by his hair, pulling him in for a kiss that was all tongues and teeth, feral and full of lust. He could feel your walls tightening around him and he wrapped a hand around your throat, making you gasp as he squeezed. You could feel your heartbeat behind your eyes and you felt like you were about to float out of your body. He used his other hand to push one of your legs up towards your chest, changing the angle of his thrusts, causing you to cry out. When your breaths started to become shallow, Dieter released his hold on your throat and you felt a rush as the blood flowed freely to your brain. You were practically vibrating with intense pleasure, and you weren’t afraid to let Dieter know while you called out his name and sang his praises.

Dieter wrapped his hand around your throat again as he suddenly changed his pace, switching to deeper, harder, less frequent thrusts instead of the consistent drilling pace he’d been going at. The change of pace made you want to scream, because it allowed him to hit that spot inside over and over again, and suddenly you were cumming, your moan cut off by Dieter kissing you and pressing harder against your throat. When he released again, he panted heavily, still moving against you as you writhed beneath him. He continued to fuck into you, chasing his own orgasm while also trying to extend this moment with you. He pushed your other leg up towards your chest, hooking both legs over his shoulders so he could practically fold you in half while he fucked you. He resumed his previously brutal pace and you gasped, a guttural moan escaping your throat as you clawed at his back, legs shaking. Dieter buried his face back into the crook of your neck, sucking bruises into the skin and babbling about how good you felt and how amazing you made him feel. A second orgasm snuck up on you and you mewled, pressing your head back into the pillows.

You started to experience a mix of pain and pleasure as Dieter continued to fuck you. It seemed to go on forever and you felt like you were in heaven. The closer he got to his own release, the more affectionate his words became, and it made you feel like you were burning so hot you felt like you were going to burn through the mattress.

“Fucking shit, baby…eres perfecto…eres jodidamente perfecto.” he mumbled between moans, beard scratching your neck raw. You didn’t care though, because everything else felt so good. “Te quiero. Fuck, te quiero mucho, dulzura. Te sientes tan bien.”

He was rambling at that point, and it was so fucking hot. You were so sensitive that you cried out with every thrust and you could tell he was close by the way he was repeating your name over and over like a mantra. You could tell he was preparing to pull out by the way he was shaking above you and you squeezed his cock with your walls, making him groan. “Don’t pull out,” you managed, whimpering with the effort it took to speak. “Fuck- I want you to cum inside me, Dieter.”

You could tell he was caught off guard by your request with the way his hips faltered, then he seemed to somehow go even faster, his desperation starting to show. “Fuck, cariño,” he moaned, chasing his orgasm.

When he came, he bit down on your neck harshly, making you cry out as a third orgasm sprung out of nowhere, leaving you speechless and making your whole body shake. You could feel his cock pulsing inside you as his thrusts slowly came to a stop. He used his forearms to prop himself up to prevent him from collapsing on top of you. You were both panting heavily, floating on clouds and holding one another. He leaned back down and pressed a gentle kiss to your jaw and you hummed in response.

“That was…”

“Yeah,” Dieter replied, a goofy smile spreading across his face. His smile was contagious and you mirrored his expression, giggling. He released your legs and let them fall to his sides before he slowly pulled out his softening cock, lifting your bottom half to avoid his cum leaking out of you and onto the bedsheets. You gasped as he settled back between your legs and began lapping at your soaked hole, using his tongue to cleanse you of his spend. Unlike when he’s trying to make you cum, he’s gentle, dipping in and out of your entrance at a sensual, leisurely pace. Your hands found themselves in his hair, playing with the messy locks while he ate you out. You shuddered when his nose brushed against your sensitive clit and he chuckled, making you squirm.

Dieter made his way back up your body and kissed you sweetly, allowing you to taste his cum and yours. You sighed and wrapped your arms around him, urging him to turn so you could both lay on your sides and you curled into one another. “Fucking love you,” you murmured against his lips.

“Love you too.”

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

"New face, new problems"

So... yeah. Just crappy one-shot, because I wanna write something with Dobson.

"Will you stop telling me how to run my business? I'm your boss, and it's not for you to question my business methods!"

"Oh-ho-ho, methods, you say? If your goal is to bankrupt your shop, then your methods are just fine!"

Julian and Lewis both sighed tiredly at the same time. It had been six months since Morris and Pierre had been fighting almost every morning. In Pelican Town their constant swearing has become so commonplace that the other residents who pass Pierre's shop are no longer surprised by the noise.

Exactly six months ago the Community Centre was rebuilt, and the supermarket, hated by many residents, was closed and replaced, more recently, by the Cinema. As much as Lewis had tried to understand how the young farmer had been able to contribute to the building of the cinema venue so quickly, Julian still kept it a secret. The mayor of the town did not resent him for this: after all, he realised that the grandson of his late friend was a kindly fellow, and had always tried for the good of the town from the day he arrived in Stardew Valley.

Julian had even been kind enough to shelter Morris, who was left without a job (and as it turned out, without money and a home). Although the former manager complained that the farmer himself was partly to blame for his dismissal, in the end Morris swallowed his pride and agreed to live in a cosy cottage.

He still considered Stardew Valley his home, he really did want what was best for everyone. And he would like another chance to correct his mistakes and become a full member of this small community.

The most interesting thing is that when Morris was looking for a job in the town, Pierre was the first to take it. Surprisingly - his main competitor, with whom he had crossed paths more than once on the warpath for the monopoly of Jojamart - and Pierre was the first to give him a vacancy as a junior assistant in his local shop. Though each other's relationship was strained, to say the least, from the beginning, but later everyone noticed that when discussing future seed purchasing plans or improved marketing, the two could be called buddies.

Which didn't cancel out, however, the constant bickering over the best way to run the business.

When Pierre and Morris had already broken down into shouting, Julian and Lewis wanted to calm the two men down so that the matter would not escalate to a fight. The mayor and the young farmer were overtaken by Caroline, who, standing on the second-floor balcony of her husband's shop, poured a bucket of cold water over the heads of the two instigators of the daily scandal.

It had an immediate effect - they both fell silent and looked up.

"Caroline?! What are you doing?", Pierre's voice was no longer so loud from shock.

"I'm sick of listening to you swearing," The green-haired woman said calmly, but rather sternly. "Either you two stop shouting at each other, or you can forget about dinner."

Caroline went back into the room, slamming the balcony door loudly. Pierre and Morris immediately fell silent, as Morris didn't have enough money to eat properly yet, and Caroline was always calling him for family dinner, and Pierre just didn't want to be without his favourite fried squid. Walking quickly into the shop, they could no longer hear the ringing laughter of Julian and Lewis from the whole situation, and how the unwitting eyewitnesses to this morning's quarrel joined them, chuckling slightly.

While the residents were recovering from their laughter, transport arrived at the bus stop.

A blue coloured luxury foreign car with Joja's emblem visible on it. A young man, who wouldn't stop talking on the phone, got out of the car and put it on the alarm.

"Yes, boss, I've arrived. Yes, yes, the same Stardew Valley where our good-for-nothing manager blew the assignment. Good thing it's our ex-manager now. What? Oh, yeah. You betcha, boss. I'll make sure that even this dump has a shop with our logo. And I'll restore our reputation, don't worry. I'll call you back later for the reports."

Dobson ended his phone conversation and tucked the device into his pocket. Looking at the Pelican Town signpost, he crossed his arms over his chest and smiled a little predatorily.

"Yeah, there's a lot of work to be done here. But I'll make those hard-boiled fools realize the benefits and power of Joja."

[trash-monkey]

Ran's Little Dragon

Chapter 7

Once calming myself down after the crying fit I started moving around to have a closer look of my cage only to find a small wide hole in the right corner but I'm too thick to get my body through it.

'The only way to get myself through it is to lose whatever fat my body has and not only that I don't know what's through it or if there's even other exits to get back out........I have to get out.......I can't wait for Papa.'

A single tear runs down my face as I accept the decision of having to stave myself to be able to escape my captors which will take days to do so and be painful but I got to do it, some time pass before I get to see the man again when he brings me food and water which he out into the dog bowls.

'I hope whatever dog he has or gets eats him alive in his sleep.'

I frown when he throw them in causing some to fly out and not waiting to see if I even eat he stomps out, two pieces of bread with one slice of cheese and an apple.

'Looks like they're going to starve me even if I didn't already decided to do so'

Carefully rationing the water and food through the day as I try to entertain myself as much as I can until my captures cuts the lights out for the night leaving me in darkness except the moon shining through a small window with bars over it which I crawl over to the side closest so I can put my face between the bars to look up at the moon.

"Whoever is watching over me, please help." I wishpered to the moon before curling up into a ball in the back and try to get some sleep, the next morning I'm rudely woken by freezing water being pour on me as it causes me to sit straight up gasping only to see the man holding an empty bucket which he let it fall to the floor with a clank.

"Bathroom" He snarles at me while pointing to the bucket before shutting and lockimg the cage door again, now completely wet and cold concrete doesn't mix well.

'I'll get sick and died before Papa could find me'

It only solidify my decision on what to do if I don't caught a cold before I can escape, I shiver as I pull my clothes except my underwear off to ring out all the water but I had to keep off my socks and shoes to air dry. I move the bucket into a corner next to the door before backing into a corner where the concrete isn't wet to crouch on so my feet can't get colder then they already are which I spend all my time in until the man return at some point of the day to refill the dog bowls, this time it's just three slices of bread and water so I once again rationed it. I eat one piece then with a few small sips of water, eat another at sun down, and the last one in the morning along with what I have left of my water which hours later I wince at the pain and growling of my stomach demanding for more.

'I WON'T LET THIS BRAKE ME!!! YOU HEAR ME YOU FOOLS!!! YOU BETTER HOPE MY PAPA CAN'T FIND YOU!!! BECAUSE IF HE DOES YOU'LL BE WISHING FOR THE SWEET FEELING OF DEATH!!!'

I screamed in my mind as the man that I'm now calling the Handler drags me out of my cage and the room I'm being kept in, men and women are scattered around the large room though they don't pay attention to the Handler basically dragging me through the room on a metal leash like a dog. He brings me through a door where I'm forcefully strapped to a chair though I tried to resist only to be met with a slap to the face causing my lip to split out and bleed, a mean looking woman covered into tattoos and tight clothes with a cigarette hanging from her mouth makes her way over to me.

"What does Boss want?" She asked as she moves behind me.

"He decided to put him in the ring to see if he can get something out of the mutt that's worthwhile." My fingers turn white from the tight grip I'm giving the arms of the chair from the Handlers words he spoke as he cross his arms over his chest with a annoyed expression on his face.

'WHAT RING?'

"So him being one of the executives son isn't good enough?" She talks around the cigarette as I can hear her black painted fingers take ahold of something and hear a snip which I quickly figured out she's cutting my hair.

"Apparently, I just hope he brings good entertainment before Boss gets rid of him." He replied to her before turning to me.

"Listen and listen good or do I have to smack you around a little more?" He points a finger at me which I give a shake of my head causing the woman working on my hair to hiss.

"Good, now here's the deal! The big Boss wants you in the fighting ring we run and if you being in a large amount of cash he might give you more then what you already got, you understand mutt!" I shake my head in understanding again only to get a slap from the woman to stay still.

"There's five ranking in the ring, Leiko is the lowest and the one you'll start with, Kata is fourth, Ryo is third, Davuth is second, and Samuru is the highest anyone can get. Inorder for audience to know what rank the fighters are the rank will become the surname of the code name the Boss gives them. Like you, Ryuu Leiko." He snarled before leaving me in the hands of the woman which she moves in front of me.

"Boss loves having his fighters matching their code names." Her smirk causes more fear to swell up inside my chest which is clearly painted on my face but she ignores it as she continues on styling my hair, from growing my hair out to have it like Ran in his teen years and to now where the woman had it stylized into a spiky jet black Mohawk that runs down my neck with the hair on the sides of my head are cut extremely short and dyed a dark green like the tips of the Mohawk. After giving her handy work a few more glances she calls a mean looking man in and just like her he has multiple tattoos scattered across his body along with piercings on his face as his head is bald.

"Code name, Ryuu." He nods to her before unstrapping me from the chair and to being strapped down again but on my stomach this time, the man rips off my shirt to show my back before feeling the coldness of something wiping my back clean and letting it air dry.

"What you think of this?" The man's voice is rough sounding when showing something to the woman as I can feel paper on my back but she disagrees with him causing him to show something else.

"No, I think he'll like the wings all the way here and some peeping to the front." Her finger trails from arm to the other and the man hums at her suggestion right as the door to the room opens, in the position I'm in doesn't allow me to see the man's face but I can see his shoes and hear his voice.

"Just come to see the progress." His voice is deep and rough but I can tell that he's an important person when I hear the two speak in a submissive tone as they hand their papers to him.

"The Higher Boss decided that you two are in charge of him." He raffles through the papers.

"But ain't Billy in charge of him?" The woman asked in disbelief.

"Billy is in charge of prisoners, he..." I feel him jab at me with the papers

"Isn't anymore as he just became a fighter so get him ready in three days for his first match." His tone says the matter is final.

"Of course, sir!" The two once again spoke in a submissive tone as the man lays the papers on my back before leaving not knowing he had picked one of the papers and hand it back to them.

"Shit! Fucking hell!" The woman yelled once she's sure the man is out of hearing range.

"Mercy..." The man softly calls to her which she snapped her head to him.

"NO STAN! I don't want this child to be a fighter under me! At least Billy wouldn't have the kids death on his conscience as he doesn't care about shit! I would rather have one of crazed animals instead of this kid!" She paces around as she lits another cigarette in stress.

"Mercy, I'm right there with you but we can't go against orders specially if they're from the Higher Boss! You know what'll happen if we don't! We got three days to help him have a better chance of surviving the ring." He reasons with her.

"I don't know what's worse, him surviving to be haunted by it or death?" I can hear her tears.

'These two seems to be kind people being forced into situations that are out of their control like it's forcing me to shed whatever child like attendances I've had been clinging on to act like the child I am.'

"Don't worry, I'm more strong willed then you think! But with your help I can get through this!" I expressed which surprised the two that I can speak perfectly for my age and to try to ease the woman's worries about the situation, she sighs and wip her tears away.

"We need to get to work." She takes the rolling chair on my left with Stan is on the right as he sticks something onto my back which he smooths out before taking it off again, immediately I grit my teeth when I hear the buzzing of two tattoo guns.

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[gaymasonjar]

Will You Meet Me In The Middle?

Preview of Chapter 9: I Won’t Give Up

 It was a warm, early October morning. Alex was sitting on the cabin’s front porch, brushing long strokes of black paint on a new metal mailbox. The silence was interrupted occasionally when he dipped the paintbrush into the paint can and tapped off the excess. The mailbox was traditional in shape. A bag of instant cement and a new post was nearby.

 The screen door creaked as it was pushed open by Michael. Two mugs of coffee occupied his hands. They were the same mugs they had made in San Diego. The alien sat by Alex and waited patiently for him to set down the paintbrush before offering the coffee.

 “Thank you”, he muttered before taking a sip.

 “Still unclear if the black is you trying to tell me you’re returning to your emo phase or not.”

 “No”, Alex snorted and motioned to the bag of small paint tubes. “I’m just creating a background.”

 “For?”

 “I thought we could maybe add our handprints.”

 Michael laughed in surprise, “Way to be very obvious.”

 “Only the ones who already know would get it.”

 Leaning over, Michael placed a kiss on Alex’s jaw, “You’re cute. I’m in.”

 “We’ll do it once the paint dries. But you could help me get the post set.”

 “Manual labor. Less cute.”

 Alex rolled his eyes but stood up while drinking more of the coffee. Michael followed Alex down to the end of their driveway after picking up the post, cement bag, and shovel. There were a few random cacti at the edge of the road. Because the cabin was fairly remote, it had never had a mailbox, to begin with.

 “You expecting to get alot of mail while we’re here”, Michael commented.

 “I did submit our change of address already”, Alex shrugged. “It’s no big deal.”

 “Oh, yeah?” He stuck the shovel into the ground near the base of the post to dig it out.

 “I was already informing them of then the name change anyway.”

 Michael stomped on the shovel a bit harder to get it deeper into the soil. Alex watched him take no time at all to dig the perfect hole. Alex held the post in place with one hand as Michael went about pouring the cement. He used a bucket of water to active the cement. Alex hummed contently the entire time, keeping his eyes on Michael.

 “So, I was thinking”, the alien began. “How do you feel about renovations or maybe a rebuild?”

 “On the cabin?”

 “Well, yea. It’s falling apart a little bit”

 The brunette teased his bottom lip between his teeth in thought. “I don’t see why not. If building a home together means literally building it together, I’m okay with that. I know the cabin is small.”

 “Yea, of course. But really, I just want to make it more accessible for you.”

 “It’s not so bad.”

 “Alex the floorboards are so uneven that even I trip walking through the living room and I’m not the one with a metal leg. And don’t get me started on that tiny bathroom. Not even a single handicap bar to grab onto.”

 “Hey”, he grabbed Michael’s shoulder gently. “It’s your home too. Whatever you wanna do. Honestly, as long as I’m with you, I’m happy.”

 He turned his head to place a kiss on his hand. “We’ll do it together. This cement needs time to harden anyway.”

 “What- you wanna start now?”

 “Got anything else planned for today?”

 Alex pursed his lips. Deep Sky was giving him alot of time off between surviving severe radiation poisoning, getting married, and moving. He nodded in agreement. Michael dusted his hands off while walking his husband back towards the house. He grabbed a pad and paper, sketching a rough blueprint of their house.

 “It’s not very large…kinda crowded”, Michael stated. “But we’ve got plenty of property- we could expand.”

 Alex felt his brows shoot up, “How big are we talking, Guerin?”

 “Maybe like an office and spare rooms for guests. Someplace where you can work on your music too. I can keep the underground room for my lab.”

 “That would be nicer than having all my stuff in the living room.”

 “Okay…I think we start with blueprints. But maybe I should call Isobel”, Michael muttered. “She’s way better at this stuff than I am- the interior decorating part. I can handle the building aspect.”

 “We could do that. I know you miss seeing her.”

 “I’ll call her later”, Michael sighed as he felt Isobel poke at their psychic connection since he was thinking about her.

 They headed into the house to get started. Michael started with the existing blueprint first so he knew where the gas, water, and power lines were. Alex mostly watched him work. Michael’s mind was incredibly gifted. The new blueprints were extremely detailed. The existing cabin was going to be torn down. It reminded Alex of the time they tore apart that tool shed back in Roswell.

 “We should bring your Air Stream here”, Alex suggested. “That way we have a place to sleep while we build.”

 “That’s not a bad idea.”

 Alex wrapped his arms around Michael who was seated, resting his chin on his head. “Then we can get dinner with your sister and ask her for some help.”

 Michael grabbed Alex’s arm gently and rubbed his thumb against it. His eyes were focused on the blueprints. The new house would have three levels, including the underground basement. It would be bigger than Alex's old house by the time it would be finished. Plenty of room to grow.

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