#fuck my letter after o key is messed up again

[aturnoftheearth]

it’s been. it’s been 364 days.

[emmyrosee]

Kiyoomi thinks play fighting is childish.

Fairly standard things, he knows Meian and his partners do it, and he knows atsumu has a track record of losing to Hinata, Bokuto is notoriously playful after a big win, but it never appealed to Kiyoomi like it does them, and in turn, they know better than to test and try his patience.

Unfortunately, for Kiyoomi it seems you don’t get that same message.

It wasn’t his fault Meian needed him so suddenly, messing up the dates for their new sizing for the team jerseys, and he doesn’t want to leave and more than you don’t want him to, but Kiyoomi must oblige for his career’s sake, and for the love of the gods, where the hell did he put his keys-

“Oh, you haven’t left yet?” You hum brattily, and Kiyoomi feels the vein in his head throb.

“No,” he grumbles, a hand carding back his curls as he stands up straight. “Baby, you haven’t seen my keys have you? I could’ve sworn I’d left them-“

“Oh- you mean these keys?” There’s a jingle that prompts the end of your tease, and goosebumps of irritation rise from his skin.

“For fucks sake,” he groans, finally turning to face you. “I’ve been looking all over the place for them, why would you take them?”

“Because I don’t want you to leave,” you shrug, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Which it was, but he’s never going to let you know that.

“Give me my keys, I’m going to be-“

“No.”

His brows shot up in surprise, taken aback by your defiance for his demand. “What do you mean ‘no?’” He snips, taking a step towards you, and snarling when you take one back confidently. In reality, there’s a feeling brewing in his gut at your words, almost like an excitement and eagerness for a challenge. He doesn’t want you to see it though, he’s an adult and there’s no reason for such an emotional response to come from your audacity.

“I’m sorry, what letter is tripping you up?” You say, a mocking brow cocking upwards as you jingle his keys in your fingers. “N. O.”

Oh, you’re so in for it.

“Watch yourself,” he snarls, but the glimmer in his onyx eyes doesn’t go unnoticed by you, and it makes you lick your teeth in excitement. But there’s absolutely nothing, no warning, no thoughts that could prepare him for the low, snarky little words that fall from your lips next.

“Make me.”

“You little brat,” he growls, but he’s unable to fight the smirk on his lips as he drops his bag and absolutely sprints towards you, relishing in your screams as you try to run fast and far from him. He’s an athlete, surely you must’ve known he’d catch up to you, but even if you do, you cackle and shriek in surprise when long fingers grip the back of your shirt and positively yanks you back towards him, threads popping and your legs kicking wildly to escape. It’s unsuccessful, and he’s on full adrenaline and excitement when he pulls you up and over his shoulder, fists banging into his back.

“Since when are you so strong!” You whine around cackles.

“I can physically lift and move Bokuto, you think you’re a problem for me?” His answer comes quick and in-between pants, his cheeks hurt from the grin that splits his face, and even before you can beg and plead for giggly mercy, he hauls you into the bedroom.

He tosses you carelessly enough on the bed to have you scrambling to face him, your eyes glimmering from laughing so much. His heart squeezes, and if he weren’t on absolute adrenaline right now, he would’ve bent down and kissed the giggles out of your mouth.

But alas, he holds himself back and instead, when he lowers his hands to try and grab his keys, yours bat them away, the keys stabbing his knuckles one too many times for his liking.

“Oh you fucking-“ he growls as he flips you back onto your belly to face away from him again, and when you try to flip over with your free arm, he knocks the weight out from under you, pinning the arm without the keys behind your back, the arm with the keys flailing for freedom over the edge of the bed.

“Omi!” You whine around howls of laughter, your arm bent in an awkward angle, but you’re not fighting back as rough as he’d expect, and he takes it as a sign you’re still having fun. He snarls and moves your arm higher up your back to ease the tension, and you merely bury your face in the mattress as you cackle.

Then, a massive paw claps a playful smack on your ass, and he absolutely loves the sound of your shocked scream. “Kiyoomi!” You scold, head whipping around but the grin on your face still beaming wildly. You’re clearly surprised to see him in such a state, but he can tell just by the body language that you love it. “Don’t do that!”

He smirks, “you gonna give me my keys?”

“No! You promised me- OW!”

Another rough smack lands on your butt, and your legs kick out with a giggly “stop it!” to which he prompts another smack. Then, a squeeze to your hips to make you writhe and shriek at the ticklishness. And one final slap when he hears the clatter of his keys hitting the floor.

After deeming you punished enough, Kiyoomi releases you to curl up and giggle on yourself, his pulse beating wildly from the adrenaline and exhilaration pulsing through his blood stream. “Don’t test me again, brat.” He cards back his curls and makes his way over to the dropped keys, and he crouched down to pick them up, planting a kiss on your head as he stands back up. “I’ll be back in a few hours.”

“Who knew the impenetrable Sakusa Kiyoomi could be so playful?” You hum, smiling innocently up at him. He gives you a deadpanned stare and a flick to your head to make you whine.

“Come back to me, ‘kay?” You whisper, sitting up and pouting you lips out for another kiss. He rolls his eyes and complies, a large hand tenderly stroking your jawline, and lips whispering a soft “of course,” against yours.

“I’ll always come back to you… even if you are the bane of my existence.”

——-

@meloomi IM SO SORRY I HAD TO TAG YOU, IF I GO DOWN YOURE COMIN WITH ME-

[burntmcnuggies]

Office Sex

Hawks x Reader

Warnings: Office sex, oral sex (male receiving), cursing, and slightly mean Hawks.

This is something short I wanted to make while I work on requests! Not my best but... I hope you all still like it! Requests are CLOSED for the time being! I’ll open them up again later! But I want to focus on the ones I have currently while balancing school and work as well :) thank you for your patience! Enjoy!

“Mmm~! Kei’! Hah... baby harder!”

“I-I’m trying! Fuck! Your pussy feels so good... You’re so fuckin’ tight dove! Mmm! I can’t last much longer like that!”

The wing-hero’s body slammed ruthlessly atop you, his hips meeting yours in pure bliss. The wet sounds of your pussy echoing in the room while his ripely round balls deliciously smacked against the smooth skin of your ass covered in his pre-cum and your arousal. His wooden desk was creaking loudly, squealing under the weight and sinful activities. The intoxicating smell of sex was beginning to overwhelm you as you neared your climax, and it was clearly getting to your boyfriend too judging by the look on his face. His lip caught between his teeth, bushy feathery brows scrunched up in his pleasure, desperately panting as he tries to get both of you to climax quickly. You quickly covered your mouth, squeezing your eyes shut as his pace got quicker and harsher, sending you over the edge.

“Mmm! K-Keigo! I’m cu-“

“Yeah baby! Fuckin’ cum for me! O-Oh yeah! Yeaahhhhh~ fuck! Ahhh shit! C-Cummin-“

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

Hawks froze above you, his eyes wide as he quickly pulled out and ushered you under his desk. He lowered his tight black shirt in the process and sat down in his seat, holding his hands firmly together on his desk. “Come in!” He called out, clearing his throat in the process trying to calm himself down and ignore the raging hard on he still had. If it wasn’t for the person he was meeting with, he would’ve ignored the door and continued until he reached his euphoric climax. However, the person he forgot he had a meeting with was none-other than his idol, the number one hero, Endeavor. “What were you doing Hawks? For the fastest hero you weren’t very fast answering the door.”

“Always a sharp one I see! Nothin’ gets past you does it?” Hawks flashed a cheeky smile, but it instantly faltered and twisted into one of panic. Your hands were on his still exposed cock, gently running your fingers up and down his throbbing red shaft. He sighed in bliss and furrowed his brows deeply, scooting his chair in further so he could have better access to touch your face. “Did you receive my letter about the recent reports?” Endeavor wasn’t one to beat around the bush, he plopped down the opposite of his desk, his eyes burning holes into Hawks’ twitching expression. Your lover cleared his throat, one of his hands above the desk looking through the letter absentmindedly while his other was in your hair, urging you to keep touching him. “Of course I have. C’mon Endeavor, I’m not that lazy.”

His leathery gloved fingers intertwined through your hair, pulling harshly as he pushed your face towards his erected flushed cock. His cheeks turned pink, his wings quivering at the sensation of your lips ghosting over his searing hot skin. “Are you okay, Hawks?” Endeavor questions, raising an eyebrow at his strange behavior. It was a bold move of your lover to let you suck him off in front of his idol. Any other person that entered he would sacrifice their eyes for his orgasm. However, that wasn’t the problem here. “Y-Yeah, why wouldn’ I be? Are you actually worried about me now, Endeavor?” Everyone viewed the pro-hero as a laid back, leisurely, and a friendly face. A strong man with strong beliefs, but he only had one flaw, and that was his bird-like quirk. His body was incredibly sensitive to pleasurable touches, especially when he was in a mood like he was just moments ago. “You’re mistaking things. Now focus, you moron.”

While Endeavor began to talk more in detail about the letter he had sent Hawks about some villain sightings, you were busy rubbing his inner thighs gently while trailing your hands and fingers over his V-line and over the curly tufts of blonde hair that lay just above his erect cock. A shiver ran through his spine feeling such an action from you. He rested his head in his hand, secretly digging his fingers into his face while he struggled not to moan out and give away what was going on underneath his wooden desk. His wings spread out widely once he felt your wet lips gently trail down his slick shaft covered in his own pre-cum and your sweet arousal. He smelled so intoxicating. You parted your wet lips to run your tongue down his deliciously potent balls, sucking one into your mouth coating it with your saliva before you worked on the other one.

Hawks was a struggling mess above the desk, his hands now shaking harshly, his eyes struggled to stay open as his brain began to turn to mush in your hands. Sweat was still present, dripping off his slightly tan skin and onto his gloved hand, still digging fingerprints into his own cheeks attempting to keep quiet. “G-Geez it’s hot! Aren’t you hot, Endeavor? Well I mean you’re always hot with all those flames around your face.” He gave a painfully forced cheeky smile, sadly interrupting the famous pro while he was speaking. This of course irked the buffer man, sending the younger high-ranked hero a silencing glare. Hawks gave a nonchalant shrug and rested his hands in his lap, or so it seemed.

His hands reached forward under the table, attempting to grab your head. Due to the small amount of space, he caught you instantly, tugging your hair and grabbing his cock with his other hand. His jaw noticeably clenched upon the feeling of his own hand against his aching erection. But that isn’t what he wanted, he wanted to feel your sweet pussy around him again. However, you weren’t about to give him that luxury while Endeavor was still present in the room. He had to settle for 2nd best, that whorishly hot mouth he loved to suck his cock. He would press your nose flush against his blonde pubes so you could spell his musky scent, while his cock head occupied the back of your throat. Just the thought alone was making him twitch in anxiousness.

“Keigo~” you mumbled softly against the soft slick skin of his meaty cock, sending shivers up the pro’s spine. Suddenly a pen dropped onto the floor beside you, halting your movements swiftly as his voice echoed underneath the desk. “Ah Sorry, lemme get that.” He ducked down to pick up the pen he had purposefully dropped, but instead of going for the pen, he went for your face. His hand grabbed your cheeks, smushing them together as he dangerously growled to you through grit teeth, barely even a whisper. “Put my fucking cock in your mouth. Right, fuckin’ now. You filthy slut.” His thick gloved fingers ran over your lips, shoving two fingers in your mouth before he pulled your tongue out and spit right into you mouth. Salvia mixing and sliding down to the back of your throat.

He was too fucking hot.

His head popped back up above the table, giving Endeavor a cheeky lopsided smile. “Heh, sorry about. Guess I had a bit too much caffeine this morning.” His hands rested against his lap, scooting his chair in more to where he was slumped against his chair, knees pressed back against the wood of his desk. His hands quickly found your hair, pulled harshly and yanking your face to slap against his cock. Wishing to please him, you immediately got to work, swirling your tongue around his beautiful raging red cock-head before sucking softly onto the cute little head. You slowly opened your mouth and silently spit on him, moaning quietly at the sight of his cock covered in your spit, juices, and his tasty pre-cum.

“Mmm, continue please Endeavor.” Hawks called out, emphasizing the word please with a husky voice filled with desire meant for his cute little lover beneath him. Once his idol began to continue, Hawks decided to focus his attention back on you, pulled your hair harder, bucking his hips weakly, urging you —no, commanding you to suck him right and to stop teasing him. You finally gave in to his commands, slowly leaning forward and taking his length into your mouth. Tantalizingly slow to be specific. Your shallow breaths through your nose were beginning to make your head spin, excluding the burning temperature of your body. His hand in your hair jerked you down, making your throat clench around him, surprised at the sudden action. A small gag slipped out and Hawks quickly cleared his throat to cover the noise. “Ahem! Ahhh~ fuck~ s-Sorry I just, don’t feel too good, heh. Nothin’ number two can’t handle though.”

That was a lie. He couldn’t handle you sucking him off underneath his desk in front of his long-time idol. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t turned on by it. Maybe he should invite Endeavor to join? Instinctively his wings spread wide, casting long shadows and fluffing up at the thought of someone else touching his precious baby bird. You whimpered quietly against his cock, letting his hand set your pace for pleasing him. Once he had firmly set the pace, your hand approached his, interlacing both of your fingers together. After feeling the reassuring squeeze, you began to bob your head onto him, sucking a bit harder once you reached his beautiful rose red head. Your tongue flicking over his slit, before engulfing the rest of him in again.

“Hmm~ h-hmm~ mmm~ Ngh...” Hawks attempted to play his moans off as humming, his eyes slowly beginning to roll back into his skull, his hand tightly clenching onto yours as a form of support for himself. His other hand rose and slapped a hand over his mouth, brows furrowing as his bangs began to stick to his sweaty forehead. “Oh yeah... fuck yes...” he murmured into his gloved hand, causing the number one pro to stop with irritation. The wing hero instantly shut up without the sound of another voice to cover up his moans. Saliva was beginning to cost his gloved hand. His wings began to tremble, flapping slightly and fanning Endeavors already hot flames. “Yeah, just like that, just like that... just... h-hah...” his breath shakily stuttered out lewdly, annoying the other hero.

“I’ll just reschedule. You’re obviously not paying any attention.” Hawks nodded quickly apologizing quickly before he banged a hand on the table feeling you begin to massage his balls. Kneading them as if you were trying to push his sweet fertile sperm out of his cute little head. “Fuck! Can’t take it anymore! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Endeavor halted in his movements and looked at Hawks unsure whether he should leave him alone. He scowled and stood, towering over the desk and Hawks himself. The number two hero quickly sat up and leaned over the desk to hide you, his hand moving your head faster. The only thing on his mind at the moment was reaching his delicious climax. “Is there something I could do to help?”

“Mmm! I’m... I’m-! Oh fuck! A-Argh! Fuck yeah! Ngh!” Hawks gasped and held your head down, his hips bucking weakly into your mouth while his salty seed spilled down your throat and into those cute cheeks of yours. Endeavor’s scowl grew deeper and he craned his head in order to find out what the hell was wrong with him. He’d never seen Hawks like this. “Should I call an ambulance?” His wings were trembling and twitching, spread wide until they slowly began to droop with relief. Face covered in sweat with a fucked out expression on his face. He could definitely see now where Shoto got his obliviousness. Sharp golden avian eyes cast down to your mouth still holding his softened cock and silently snarled at you, mouthing the word, “Swallow.”

You partially did as he instructed slowly pulling away taking as much of his love juice as your could before moving the sticky substance around in your mouth, opening it to present him with his milk. He instantly got hard again. “Huh? Oh no! I don’t need to go to the hospital, just a small break. Let’s reschedule this over some food next time, my treat. Sorry for makin’ ya sit here without my attention.” He humbly apologized, finally tearing his eyes away from your slutty mouth to give a cheeky smile. Endeavor only huffed in response and walked towards the door. “Moron. Don’t agree to things you won’t be able to do. Because I won’t come next time.”

He left with a swift close of the door and stomping footsteps down the hallway. Hawks sent a feather to lock the door and instantly pulled you up and kissed you harshly, whimpering once he tasted his cum still in your mouth. As a punishment for not fully satisfying you, you pulled his hair back and forced him to get a salty taste of his seed. A sloppy moan past his lips once you pulled back, his lips chasing after yours, only tied together by a small string of salvia and cum. “He’s right you know... You agreed to satisfy my needs. And here I am... still haven’t cum yet while you’re the only one who’s gotten that sweet relief... maybe I won’t come to you next time... maybe I’ll go to someone who can actually settle my needs. Right, Kei’?” He scoffed and laughed at your stupid words, smirking as he grabbed your hips and pecked your lips.

“No need to worry about that, baby bird. I’ll satisfy you until your hips fuckin’ break.”

[mcrmadness]

This other day I met with an online friend, who's from the US but talks only a little bit of Finnish. So we were talking in English, and it was pretty interesting. I haven't spent hours talking English too often, and I think the last time was 3 years ago.

I noticed so many things about my own English skills, one being that I really struggle with knowing which vowels or vowel sounds to use in words. So often I noticed making the wrong vowel, and I suspect that's because of vowel harmony being such an important thing in Finnish (my first language). So it's really hard to use front vowels (a, o and u) in the same word with back vowels (ä, ö and y), as in Finnish that happens only with some loan words but never with words that originate from Finnish. (Compound words are a different story, in those it works because it's several different words and the small pause between the words makes it possible to pronounce all the vowels normally.)

Then there was one word that I was constantly trying to slip into my sentences, and every single time my brain just forgot how it's pronounced: statue. I had to ask the others up to 5 times how is it pronounced again because I just couldn't remember, my mouth just automatically started it like the word "state" and I was unable to continue the word "statue" in my head nor mouth until I heard someone else say it, or somehow managed to dig it up from my memory.

I always feel like my English would be so poor. Especially when that happens where my tongue feels like it'd lose all the touch to the English language for a second. Like, I just can't find a single proper consonant nor vowel sound from my mouth, and everything sounds so horrible and becomes just this huge mess of weird sounds that make no sense.

But I try think that something similar happens to me with Finnish all the time too. If focusing on how I speak Finnish, I actually "stutter" a lot - it just doesn't look like what it does in movies, and I don't really notice it myself unless my tongue gets so "stiff" I have to pause and actually slow down and focus on what I'm trying to say in order to get it out. Otherwise it's mainly just me repeating syllables, because they came out wrong or the letters were in the wrong order, or because I thought I was using a wrong word and realized it was actually the correct one after all and use it again. Also my grammar is often really horrible, and I do notice it myself (others notice it too) but I simply just think too quickly and speak too slowly, so I'm basically thinking about two or more things at the same time and it SHOWS.

The latter is usually what has made my social anxiety even worse in the past, especially because the more nervous I am, the more weirdly I start to talk. One key for getting over that is to notice it yourself instead of just trying to hide and wish no one noticed. So nowadays, if and when I fuck up at something I say, I usually grab it and make it bigger than it actually is, make fun of it, and boom, suddenly it's not even nearly as bad! It's weird how something, that used to be my biggest fear, can actually reduce the anxiety. Another thing I sometimes do is the keysmash but with my mouth, if I can't get a word correct. Idk, maybe it somehow lets fresh air in into my brain, and it can also reduce anxiety if it sounds funny and makes others (and myself) laugh.

But yeah. Speaking English is hard. Like, literally SPEAKING it is hard because it feels like using different muscles with my mouth and tongue. Also there are so many things about those vowel and consonant sounds that we were never ever taught at school! Just this other day alone I learnt so many things that I did not even know exist, and I really need to start watching videos that describe and demonstrate how different consonant and vowel sounds in English are made because all we got at school was the phonetics, and they neither were properly explained, ever.

[em0avacado]

Pen Pals - Ezekiel Reyes

trigger warning : none other than brief mention of removing someone’s pelvis, wearing maybe.

word count : 2068

Dear Ezekiel,

Her first letter started simple, she wasn’t sure whether to address the inmate more formerly, or of this was fine, but with lack of better knowledge on this, she settled on that. It all started when curiosity got the best of her. She had a friend who would constantly talk about her very own pen pal, she’d talk about the stories theyd tell her, how they were interesting and that they had, in reality, not much better to do with their time in lockup. At first, the young woman was rather skeptical, but after reading some of her friends letters herself, the curiosity started eating her alive from the inside out. Maybe she’d give it a try, what’s the worst that could happen? So, after a few hours of extensive reasearch, she’d picked an inmate and began writing, although, after the first two words of the letter, she was stuck. It wasn’t long until she realized how much time had passed since she’d actually written a letter to someone who wasn’t her grandmother.

With a pen gripped tightly in her hand, the black ink began to spill onto the page as her mind finally came up with things to scribble onto the soft blue lines. The nails of her right hand tapping against the finished wood of her desk, it wasn’t long until she ripped the paper out of the coiled notebook and started over again.

Dear Ezekiel,

My name’s Ophelia, I’m about twenty six years old, and my favourite colour is orange, because it reminds me of orange creamsicles on a hot summers day. Seems childish, I’m aware, but alas, my curiosity only carried me so far. It’s been years since I’ve actually written a letter, let alone made a friend. You see, I’m a very reserved person but i supposed that the only way of really making friends with a pen pal is to start off by introducing myself into a bit more depth than small talk. The friends I do have, they call me Oph, no one really calls me by my first name.

God, she sounded so utterly stupid, she thought, but what else was there to write? Who even knew if this man would write back? No one, no one did. But, can’t be for sure unless she tries, right? right.

However, she went on, writing down anything she could possibly think of that could stark some sort of interest from the man behind bars. She went from how the green on the trees in the spring brought her a specific joy in her heart because when she was younger her father would point out that the green in forests meant that the wild life was happy, healthy, to explaining what the saw was initially invented for. Once her hand began to cramp, she called it a day. Folding the papers together neatly, she shoved them in an envelope and sent it off to the right address before her hesitation stopped her. Now; it was time to wait. And she hated waiting.

Without a real timeline in her head on when she’d hear back from Ezekiel, she waited days, then weeks, at some point, the thought seemed to slip her mind. Heading to work each day, only to head home, check her mail box, head inside, prepare herself for the night and get at least a few hours of sleep before doing it all again the next day. An impossibly boring routine that was disturbed when she found an envelope, with blue in scratched into the front. Reading the name ‘Ezekiel’ within the first few lines of the actual letter, thrilled her. Quickly, she tossed her bag and keys to the side, kicking the door shut behind her, she tore into the envelope and began to read.

Dearest Ophelia

You can tell me absolutely anything you wish to, just from your first letter i can tell that your mind is a place of wonder. If you think anything like you write, I’d love to pick your brain some day, those run on sentences really get a man thinking.

A wide grin spread across her lips, her eyes flit across the pages as she read ever word scribbled onto the lines in blue ink. He told her anything that reflected topics she covered, answering all the questions that she asked, even adding in commentary here and there. He matched the amount she wrote, rambling on just as much as she did.

P.s. were chainsaws really invented to cut open and take out the pelvis of a woman who took too long giving birth?

A cackle rolled passed her lips when she read that very last sentence, and she dove into explaining the history of it once more. Every letter she wrote, would end in a fact so buzzard it was hard to believe. The two went back and forth as fast as time would allow, matching the length of letters, each and every time. Quickly, that ugly blue ink from Ezekiels pen became her favourite colour, replacing the orange colours that she once preferred over all else.

But, all good things do eventually come to an end, for years, they’d go back and forth, writing letters and knowing everything about one another. Occasionally letters were sent with tear stains wrinkling papers from when she poured her heart onto the page, she’d sent a picture of herself once too, one she never got back. Dozens of paper cuts, empty pens and notepads empty, pages torn out and sent. Then, one day, it all just stopped, her last letter never got a response, she waited weeks, but weeks turned to months quickly and she assumed he’d gotten out, it wasn’t worth contacting her anymore now that he was set free into the world once again. It hurt, it shouldn’t have, he was just a pen pal, a friend who wasn’t permanent in the slightest, she knew that, she did, but that bond she thought they developed was broken. Perhaps she got attached, but, for lack of better wording, it sucked.

It was now the middle of December, and Ophelia had planned what she usually did during the holiday season. Nothing. She didn’t have family left, her friends had their own families to attend to, besides, she had just up and moved to a town she was dangerously unfamiliar with. Although, none of that really phased her. On her way home from work, she stopped by the store, a hardcore case of the munchies leading her down chips isle. Humming to herself softly, her eyes scanned the shelves, tossing a bag or two in her basket before strolling down the isle.

A small, white sheet of something, perhaps paper? Swayed to the ground slowly, landing rignt at her feet, with a quirked brow, she leant down and picked it up. The man who dropped it, standing not too far in front of her, didn’t seem to notice that he’s lost it. A man, with a buff figure, broad shoulders, he walked like he’d been constipated for a week now, his phone in hand, which his focused had zeroed in on. She trapped the small paper, which turned out to be a photograph. Ophelia didn’t want to look at it, to respect the mans privacy, but curiosity killed the cat, right?

The photo, she immediately recognized the bright red hair, the pearly white smile, the mess on the pale skin and the beaming green eyes. That was her, the photo? it was the one she sent to Ezekiel all those years ago, when they first started talking. But why did this man have it? With confusion, she rushed forward, tapping the man on his shoulder “excuse me -“ she started, but her words caught in her throat when he turned around, it was him. he looked like he did in the pictures on the sight, the one he sent her, just slightly older, his hair had a tight trim, he had a few more stress lines than the picture did.

The basket tucked under her arm just moments ago, hit the ground with a crash. Her eyes went wide, her skin paled. Ophelia looked like she’d just seen a ghost, Ez mimicking the shock on his own features. “you- i-“ she managed to get out, forcing her mouth shut.

A nervous chuckle came from Ez, paired with a weak “O- hey.” he said sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

She raised her fist and punched him in the bicep “what the fuck?!” she asked, her shock replaced by anger as she waved the photo in front of him. “really?! I thought we were cool, friends? even? you said I was one of the best friends you’d ever made and I don’t even get as much as a ‘oh hey Ophelia I’m getting out talk to you never!’ ?! and you just carry my picture around like a creep?” she asked, pushing it against his chest and crossing her arms over her own. “well?”

“Listen, I’m sorry.” he said, looking for ways to explain himself, why he hadn’t kept in touch, any sort of excuse but there was nothing, truth was, he had wanted to stay in contact but everything with the club, and the deal, and pops got in the way, so it kept getting pushed back. “it was a dick move and I’m sorry.” he said, looking down at her.

“yeah no fucking shit.” she spoke, her arms still crossed over her chest, her glare burrowing holes into his head. She opened her mouth, ready to add more onto what was already said to him, but in that moment someone in a kutte that nearly matched his own, rounded the corner, ready to speak to Ez until her glare shifted from him to the slightly taller man, his green flannel buttoned up, chains clanging together.

“Hey boy sco-“ he stopped mid sentence, not taking another step, he narrowed his eyes at her, looking between her, and his brother, a smile came to his lips in realization “oh shit.” he laughed “you can deal with angry fire crotch on your own, I’ll wait outside.” he laughed, heading out and leaving the two alone again.

“Angel?” she asked, he looked exactly like Ez would explain in his letters, nodding his head, she furrowed her brows slightly and leaned down, picking her basket up again, hanging it in the crease of her elbow. “Look I get it, you got out, had better things to do, I shouldn’t have let my anger get the best of me but come on? We spoke for years, we bonded, or so I thought? Feels ridiculous now, but, hey, I hope that your life treats you better than it has, I’ll see you around.” she said, nodding her head at him, turning to head to the till when she felt his hand on her arm, spinning her around.

“I looked for you.” he started “not nearly hard enough but they never gave away your address, nothing, which was smart but I did look for you, where I could.” he confessed “not once did I forget about you, Ophelia, I couldn’t.” he dropped his arm when she stood, looking up at him.

“I know. Duh. Your memory is like- permanent.” she said, and he nearly rolled his eyes.

“okay smart ass that’s not what I meant.” he groaned. “you’re unforgettable, even if I could forget, I couldn’t.”

“you’re much smoother on paper” she added another little side note.

“Ophelia.”

“Sorry.”

“Anyways, that picture was the only that allowed me to feel a sense of home as of lately, and would be the only thing that did until i found you. That’s why I kept it.” he told her, her gaze softening. “Now that i have, found you, i won’t let you get away again.”

“sounds kidnap - y.” she muttered, interrupting him. He dropped his hands, slapping against his thighs with a soft sight, he shot her a glare.

“Ophelia I swear to god i’m trying to confess my feelings right now could you put a pause on that for a moment?” he asked her, raising a brow.

“no.” she said simply, scratching her nose. “don’t confess your undying love for me in the middle of a grocery store, please. That old lady has been listening and eyeing you this whole time.”

[the-fiction-witch]

Urges P1

TV SHOW THE QUEENS GAMBIT

COUPLE BENNY WATTS X READER

RATING SMUT

I gently hummed my little tune as I locked up my front door going down the steps to the dusty new york streets. I turned on the railing heading down the steps to the lower apartment. Then down some stairs again until I reached the basement apartment door unlocking it with my key and heading inside out the cold even if it wasn't much warmer in here. Shutting the door with my hip and locking it behind me absentmindedly moving my keys from the door to the hook on the wall, heading down the little steps hanging my coat and such up too heading to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee but just as it was boiling.

"Y/n?" I heard behind me making me jump out of my skin putting a hand to my chest in shock as I almost screamed turning on my heels to face the bedroom door.

It was open and leant on the frame of the door stood a familiar skinny figure. Barefoot and bare chested with a tight pair of jeans and his floral robe over his shoulders, a cup of coffee in his hand, his hair a matted mess that made it look as if he just this moment woke up his eyes barely open and yet a smirk on his lips as his other hand fiddled with his facial hair where it must have been annoying him as he clearly hasn't shaved in a few days and it was getting beyond the length he liked it to be and would no doubt deal with it later, his chains hung loosely against his bare skin, his other jewelry sat on him too comfortably ad he pretty much slept in it all at this point and likely barely noticed it was there at all  "Morning"

"Benny! You scared me" I complained 

"Says the girl who just broke into my fucking house"

"I have a key"

"Yes but one usually knocks first babydoll"

"Don't call me that Benny" I sighed returning to making coffee 

"Why not? You are my little babydoll aren't you?" He smirked coming to lean his arm on the counter beside me I tried to ignore him and tried not to look even if I wanted to look at him "your cute when your trying not to look" he smirked kissing my cheek and going off to do something else 

"I didn't know you where home"

"Course you didn't"

"I didn't, I'll go you don't need me" I began but before I could even move

"Y/n, of course I do come on. You clean when I'm here all the time you're literally the only person who cleans anything in this place" he laughs "sorry, I'll stop bothering you" he says sitting at his table looking at his chess board I nodded having my coffee and starting to work.

I only lived upstairs from Benny and we had gotten very used to each other, and during a time I was out of work he suggested that I could look after his place when he wasn't around and he'd slide me a little money for doing it. I always looked after his place while he went away even once I got another job, it wasn't much just checking nothing goes gross in his fridge, making sure the laundry gets done, making sure knowone breaks in, eventually thought it changed into me basically being his cleaner and I come in ever so often when he's not here and clean up for him and of course sometimes when he is here. I didn't mind it, it was something to do. 

As I stood cleaning the kitchen scrubbing the sink and countertop I felt the burn of eyes on me making me turn and see Benny sat his elbow on the table, his hand under his chin, his fingers across his cheek, his eyes squarely on me and my hemline. 

"Yes?" I asked 

"Nothing" he answered

"What are you looking at?" I asked as I worked 

"At you"

"Why? What are you looking at me for?"

"I like to watch you work" he shrugs smiling a little at me 

"It's not all that interesting" I smiled "if it was you'd do it and then I wouldn't have a job" I laughed

"Touche babydoll"

"Benny I hear you call me that again I'm throwing this sponge at your head" I warn 

"Babydoll" he smirked milking every Letter of the word I could heard the smirk on his voice on each syllabus and he smirked gently biting on his bottom lip as he finished the word and I didn't move "I knew you wouldn't"

"Your infuriating sometimes" I sighed 

"Only sometimes?" He asked "I rather thought you found me infuriating all the time?"

"Not all the time, sometimes you can be quite lovely" I explain as I finished my cleaning in the kitchen and began sweeping the floor 

"Aww your lovely sometimes too" 

"Aren't I lovely all the time?"

"Sometimes… your other things"

"Such as?"

"Sometimes you're lovely, others you're fascinating. Sometimes your… desirable"

"Ohh am I now Benny?"

"I think so" he says I ignored him and continued my work sweeping the floor and doing the other jobs I usually did for him until I began packing my cleaning stuff away again "y/n?" He spoke up grabbing my wrist so his hand was so smooth and strong he wasn't an inch from me so much I could feel the heat or his exposed skin "would you… stay? And do another little job for me?"

"Well what is it?" I asked straightening myself up a little and trying to put space between us 

"Would you stay and do something with me?"

"What are you talking about Benny? What do you mean?" I asked 

"I mean" he smirked moving closer so my chest was against his own Whispering in my ear in his hushed deep voice in the same way he had spoken earlier milking every word every syllable a lustful sound to the sentence "stay and be my little babydoll?"

I was confused but by the look on his face I knew what he wanted

"Benny!" I said in shock backing away however I backed tight against the kitchen counter so I had no escape from him 

"Aww what's wrong?" He smirked, grabbing my waist, his hands on my waist, his things rubbing on my hips "don't you want me?" He growled 

"Benny I uhh I umm-" I stutter no words arriving at my brain too focused on what he was saying in what he was doing and mostly the fact I had a half naked Benny watts pressed against me it was enough to make anyone nervous never mind what he was asking of me. 

"Because I want you"

"You- you what?' I stutter

"I want you" he growled "I want you so badly babydoll." He smirked before I could even breath he moved his hips against my own pressing his hard erection against my leg 

"Uhh Benny!" I gasped in shock feeling him grind against me he smirked pressing a trail of open mouth kisses from my shoulder to below my ear 

"I want you y/n, so badly my pretty little babydoll, I want you, I need you," he groaned into my ear 

"Benny I uhh I uh I have to go' I said pushing him off me completely and running to the door grabbing my things and leaving before he could even get out a word 

"Y/n! Y/n come on! I'm sorry!" He yelled trying to come after me but I just ran upstairs and locked myself in my apartment leaning in the closed door and gasping for breath, my body shaking and my heart throbbing out of my chest. 

I laid on my little bed staring up at the ceiling unable to sleep, unable to stop thinking about earlier. Everything that happened, everything he said, did he mean it? That he wanted me… that he needed me. He couldn't have. It must have been a joke like that. Benny's called me babydoll forever even if I didn't like it mostly I think just to get on my nerves. He couldn't have meant it, this is Benny watts he has girls throwing themselves at him especially when he's away. Why would a handsome, smart well known chess champion like Benny be interested in me?

I snuck out of my bed fixing my little nightie a little slipping on my robe and my slippers checking the time, it was eleven forty. I climbed out of bed and went to the front door of my apartment I don't know what I was doing but I didn't stop myself as I unlocked my door locking it again as soon as I was outside hurrying quicker then I ever had before down to benny's apartment trying not to get drenched by the rain I opened the door with my key as quickly and quietly as I could closing it again without making a sound. The apartment was dark almost pitch black the only light the orange hue on the living area from the frosted glass window of Benny's bedroom and beam of harsher light coming from the door that was open a little shining brightly across the room. The light in his room was on, and I heard sounds that led me to believe he was awake. 

"Uuummm… uuuuummmm… uuuh!" I heard gasps and groans almost like he was in pain for a moment I was worried Incase he was hurt but I heard another sound like clicking I listened closer slipping off my slippers and my robe hanging it in the metal poles by the door steps stepping as quietly as I could towards the wall that separates his bedroom from the rest of his studio apartment the clacking sounded like… kissing. I froze thinking he had someone over with him but "uumm y/n" he groaned between the kisses I froze pushing my body against the ice cold concrete wall unsure of what I was hearing "uuuhh!! Please please…"

I was interested I couldn't stop my feet slowly and silently moving so I stood my back leant against the concrete wall my hand on my mouth to muffle my breath, I knew I should go, I knew this was wrong but I couldn't stop listening

"Uuummm… uuh! Ughh! Y/n, y/n… please." He groans "please, I need you babydoll" he almost whined "I need you so badly, please… just uumm just something, just touch me, uughhh!" He moaned rather loudly I'm surprised I couldn't hear him upstairs in my apartment "uuummm… those perfect lips, those beautiful eyes, uumm that seductive skin, uhh!! That plump little body, uhhh! I need her! I need her!" He almost screamed "please, please kiss me, touch me, uummmm fuck me" he groaned "uuummm y/n please I need you babydoll" I moved slightly trying desperately not to be caught, convinced I was dreaming this couldn't be real it couldn't. I peaked around the open door, my view slightly abstracted as the door was hinged this side, the frosted glass revealing a little more of what was inside then what I could already see.

Benny watts laid in his bed his head against the pillow, his hair out of place and matted, his skin glowing in the warm orange light, his chains gone his chest completely exposed a shine of sweat across his skin, his eyes closed and his mouth hung open in pleasure one hand grasped at his pillow the other on his mattress and sheets gripped like a tallon to the sheets in desperation, my eyes lingered on his jaw sliding down his slender neck, across his skinny but strong chest down his stomach the hint of his V before the covers concealed it from my eyes "uuhh! Babydoll… please, I need you" he whines, grinding his desperate hips against his covers. I moved trying to see more but I knocked the door making it move so I hid myself away against the concrete as the door moved and a tiny creek echoed across the apartment. There was silence. 

"... Has a little girl come to forgive me? Did she not expect to see me this way? Can she see how badly I need her now" he groaned. I kept quiet, not wanting him to know I was here and spying on him "uuhh! Your so beautiful, so gorgeous, I've felt this way for so long" he groaned "since you moved in babydoll" he smirked "I've wanted you since the first moment I saw you, I can't take it anymore, you have no idea how much strength it takes me when I see you not to…. Ummmm, rip that dress off you, or drag you to bed with me, or bend you over and fuck you senceless. But it got so bad that…" he began "I Can't do it anymore…"

I froze, confused about what he was talking about.

"I was touching so much, thinking of my sweet babydoll that… I broke myself" he explained "I can grind and I can try to… touch myself but if I do. I can't cum." He explained I felt bad that sounded so horrible makes sense why he did what he did "well… I can but it doesn't feel good. I just feel more frustrated. More frustrated it's not my babydoll touching me" he groans "even if I do try and cum, I can't cum without…. Uhh! Thinking about you." He moans grinding harder "even with… other girls" he smirked "uumm I've tried so many times, but I can't finish unless I imagine you, I have to bite my mouth with other girls because if I don't I'll just scream out for you babydoll" he explained "I've never been so desperate in my life, your all I can think about, I haven't gotten release in a two weeks, I haven't felt satisfied in a year. Please…. I need you," he begged "I'm not mad at you, for looking. Or for sneaking in. Please, if you're their babydoll. I need you, I want you so badly," he groans his hand moving from his sheets under them slowly moving "uughhh! Please, kiss me, suck me, ride me, fuck me, give me hand, give me head I don't care just… Touch me! Please babydoll please!" 

I hid myself away again unsure if I could watch this, a part of me wanted to and yet another part of me was so ashamed of looking. I could hear his moans and groans getting louder the closer he got but they always stopped suddenly for some reason

"Uummmm uuummm uuhh uuuuuh! Urrgh-"

"Uuhh! Uuhh! Uuuuuummm babydoll! urrghhh!-" 

Like everytime he got close he was stopping himself or maybe he wasn't lying maybe he really couldn't do it without me 

"Uuh fuck! Not even my imaginations enough tonight, maybe I broke that too" he groans "please babydoll, just… let me see you" he said making my body freeze "just for a moment my sweet babydoll, just… just let me look at you. just for a moment, just let me see you y/n" he begs "just one look. Nothing else I promise. I just need to see you, I need something. Anything! Just let me look at you, just till I cum that's all I ask my beautiful babydoll" he pleads I stood a moment thinking as I looked into the room but his eyes were on the door and he smiled even if I was mostly hidden away " I knew you were there. Please… just come out, I'm not mad, just let me see you" I shook my head and hid away again as I was before "no? Why not? Please I need to see you, why are you so shy? I mean… you've been looking at me haven't you babydoll? Don't I get a look too? As I'm so... desperate" I didn't answer Unsure what to say or what to do "say something then… please, if you won't touch me, and you won't let me see you then… just say something, anything, let me… ummm hear your beautiful voice I can imagine the rest just, let me hear you" he begs "please I need you!" He screamed 

"I'm sorry Benny" I answered before running as quickly as I could back to my own apartment.

[fvrxdrm]

City of the Living Dead

Chapter 6

"September 28, 2:30 am... It's down to just me and 3 others. No weapons...no ammo...and too many skirmishes have drained us mentally and physically. We're not gonna make it... Officer Phillips once suggested we escape through the sewers. Apparently, there's a secret tunnel under this place left over from its museum days. I brushed her idea off before, but now, it's not sounding all that bad. Yeah, there's no proof there's even a tunnel or that the sewers aren't infested with zombies, but I don't wanna sit here and wait to die, either. It's a long shot, but I'm gonna try to find out what I can about that tunnel... Elliot Edward," you read, "Shit. Rest in peace, buddy." You placed the transcript back to where you found it and proceeded in scanning the room you and Leon were in.

It was an office of some sort with mahogany desks occupying the center, swivel chairs pointing towards every direction, some paperworks piled in a stack and some (or rather most) cluttered all over the tables and floor. It looked like a hurricane together with an earthquake and a tsunami clashed and crashed in the area.

"Leon, w-" your head twisted and turned as you looked for best friend and even called out to him when you found him just staring at something on the ceiling, his trembling lips pinned in between pearly-white teeth, eyebrows furrowed upwards, and eyes looking like a dam was about to breakdown because of too much pressure. You went towards where he was standing and followed his gaze. You gasped. He was looking at stringed triangle banners with letters printed out on each of them

WEL COME LEON

Your face began to mirror Leon's but a pained smile differentiated yours from his as a sudden rush of memory enlightened your brain. "Hey, look, the design's the same as the banner I surprised you with when we were 15," you said, raising an arm to point at the triangular flags.

Leon chuckled softly at what you said and nodded while a sneaky tear flowed down his cheek in a tiny stream. "Yeah."

"Come on, Leon! I worked hard for this." You hauled on your friend's wrist and led him towards his room with a strain as Leon's languor held him back.

"This better be good, Y/N. You fucking woke me up and I'm really close to fucking strangling you." His voice was a little hoarse from having just woken up right before you pulled him off of the couch and he was still lowkey tired because of the three-hour rest he had last night, but as much as he wanted to throw you out of his house and fall into a well-deserved slumber again, he was into surprises and was curious as to what you had in store. So, he went along with it even though he was pretty much a sloth still.

"I promise you'll love it." You chortled.

Leon sighed in defeat before loosening up and letting you pull him towards where you wanted to take him for this so-called surprise with a rub of his crusty eyes.

When a familiar door came into view in front of you, you covered Leon's eyes with one of your hands and twisted the door knob, revealing a bedroom with a banner hovering over Leon's messy bed, before lightly pushing him inside.

"All right, here we are," you spoke as you removed your hand from your face, moving right beside him to watch Leon's face as it shifted from being enraptured to crestfallen real quick. You guffawed in a boisterous way at his reaction and plummeted down to the ground whilst clutching your stomach in a joyful pain.

YOU SUCK LEON

"Really, Y/N? This-this is what you wanted to show me?"

"It's true though, you actually suck!"

"Come on, you know you only won in Street Fighter because I let you," he whined. You stood up from being laid on the floor before clutching onto Leon's shoulder for dear life.

"For 20 times? Really?" You laughed again, "nah, you just suck, bro."

Leon narrowed his eyes at you with lips pressing tightly in a thin line and turned towards you, his feet moving slowly in tandem as he approach you with a spurious anger, his hands closing into fists.

"What?" You asked with a nervous chuckle and feet backing up in rhythm with his laggard advances.

"You think I suck?" His voice imitated a dark tone. Had you not been slightly scared - which you hated to admit - you would've busted a gut at how ridiculous it sounded.

"I mean, yeah, it's already said in the banner, dimwitt."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Hell yeah!"

"Well, let's see who sucks now!"

Welp, that's my cue!

You dodged Leon's attack by the skin of your teeth, stumbling on a stupid pencil for a bit, before proceeding to run around the house to avoid Leon's "spider fingers" as you call it and making a tiny bit of a mess. However, your luck has gone away and he eventually caught you when you accidentally tripped over the leg of a chair, throwing you into his bed and tickling each spot that would make you squirm and and laugh.

"I still suck, huh?"

"N-no, fine...y-you don't...s-suck," you cried in between heavy breaths and hysterics. Satisfied with your remark, Leon stopped his fingers from moving and plopped down beside you, taking a moment to catch his breath before he pulled you closer to his body and spooned you. "You still couldn't win yesterday though."

"Yeah, well, I know a million ways to win your heart though."

"Fuck off, Le-le." Leon tsked at the nickname.

"Y/N, that sounds awful as fuck."

"Whatever." You felt his lashes kiss the nape of your neck as he closed his eyes to give them another four hours of rest, your own following afterwards when you heard Leon's muffled voice vibrate against your shirt.

"Hey, you wanna be my date for homecoming?"

"I thought you already asked Lexee to be your date."

"Dante already asked her out, so..."

"Okay, fine, I'll be your date." You squeezed his hand before intertwining your fingers with his and smiling when you felt him kiss your hair.

"Thanks, Y/N. Good night."

"It's 10 in the morning, dumba-"

"Shh... Rock-a-bye baby..."

"You do suck though." You light-heartedly nudged Leon's side and wrinkled your eyes in a grin, chuckling when he returned the gesture with a titter.

"I really don't," he retorted back.

"Sure." You took his hand in yours and gently squeezed it in a comforting way to ease the two of you before placing a feather's kiss on the back of it. "Come on, we still have a job to do."

*****

Leon S. Kennedy, we're putting you on a very special case for your first assignment. Your mission is...to unlock your desk! The key to your success is in the initials of our first names. Input the letters in order of our desks. There are 2 locks- 1 on each side of your desk. Make sure you get them both. Basically, your first task is to remember your fellow officers' names, but you figured that much out, right? Good luck, Leon. By the way, it might take a little work to get Scott to give you a straight answer.

Lieutenant Branagh

Scrawled in a corner between drops of blood on the paper was an additional note the lieutenant had written while he and his fellow officers were isolated and trapped, and it read:

Be glad you're not here, rookie.

"Remember your fellow officers' names..."

"I think that means the initials of my supposedly co-workers' names should be the password to open these locks on my desk." Leon stood up from where he was knelt down on the floor and casted around from desk to desk, unlocking the padlocks on his table and claiming the prize after accomplishing his "first assignment" - a magazine for his beloved Matilda.

You smiled when Leon pulled out the gun he's had since the beginning of his adult years, another retention reminding you of the peaceful days you once had before you started walking right into confusion.

Matilda was a gift Leon's father had given him on his 18th birthday, a few months before he died of cancer. He was happy about it, and knowing how his family had supported his decision on him becoming a cop, his heart fluttered inside and he couldn't be more grateful about it. Leon held onto it everyday, even becoming a bit hesitant about leaving it behind whenever he went to school. And when his father passed away because of said illness, he grasped onto the weapon the same way he did when his dad was still alive, if not more.

"Happy birthday, Leon. Happy birthday, Leon. Happy birthday, happy birthday... Happy birthday, Leon... HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LEON!"

Leon's cheeks stretched in an almost painful way as everyone erupted into cheers and confetti fell from the ceiling. Each person was wearing cone-shaped hats and the living room was decorated with different ornaments colored in his favorite hues. His family was there and so were his friends, and oh, how could he almost forget...

It was his 18th birthday!

"So, what do you think?" You spoke from behind him. He turned around to see you smiling like an idiot and tugging on the string of a party you picked up from the floor.

"This," he began. "This is amazing! Wh-"

"Well, son, the candle's almost melting. Wanna make a wish?" Leon's dad emerged from behind the small crowd with a three-layered cake balanced on top of his palms. The icing of the pastry was blue, edible police-related finishing touches garnished it with such perfection he almost didn't want to eat it for the sake of admiring and staring at the cake, and a single candle formed into the number 18 as an emphasis to his recent age was placed on top with a tiny flame dancing around in the air. Leon closed his eyes and wished for the best before blowing the candle, watching as the fire disappeared into a swirling smoke. Everyone rejoiced once again.

When voices had began dying down one by one, Leon's father called his name and picked up a box from underneath the table after placing the cake down where it wouldn't fall down.

"Leon, you're going to be attending the police academy soon and in the next few years you'll be the cop you always wanted. So, as a gift, I give you this gun." He opened the rectangular cardboard box where a gun laid and presented it to his child, Leon's eyes sparkling in delight at his very own weapon. "I know you'll be taking good care of Matilda."

"Matilda?" Leon asked in confusion.

"You know, like, Mathilda from Leon: The Professional," his dad replied. Leon chuckled in response before he carefully took the gun out of its container, still a bit iffy about touching it.

"I'll be taking good care of this, dad."

"I know you will."

"You still have that gun?" You spoke as you gestured towards his firearm.

"Yep, she still looks good as new. I didn't want to break my promise," Leon responded. He turned his gun around to show you just how much he kept it safe like a mother would to a child. Your E/C orbs twinkled in admiration, a feeling in your heart you had kept for a very long time flittering in a joyous manner for the first time since you last saw him.

"Nothing's really changed, huh?"

"I don't want to change anything for now...especially now that you're back here with me."

*****

So, I found this image on google and an idea suddenly popped into my head lmao.

Anyway, WE'RE BACK! I was busy in school blah blah blah. I think yall know that already.

[teruthecreator]

Hey... let’s play in the chaos Fitz space... I’m so curious how magic lessons with Festo would go now Fitz is aware of Chaos in relation to his magic...

anon idk what u were expecting when u sent this, but im sure it wasn’t a 1.7k drabble of fitzroy and festo having a lil chit-chat. that being said, though, this was incredibly fun to do so thanks for the suggestion!!! 

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“I don’t want magic lessons anymore,” 

The question makes the fairy halt in their fluttering, staring at their pupil with a curious stare. Fitzroy hasn’t been the same since the centaur assignment, they knew that already. Word has made its way through the faculty about the barbarian’s outburst on the field; hushed whispers of concern that never seem to make it to either headmaster’s ears. Althea Song even came in to discuss with Festo about the future of Fitzroy’s lessons; what might be the safest approach to controlling his wild magic. 

Festo is well aware, though, that “control” and “wild magic” tend to not mesh well. 

This is the first time they’ve managed to get Fitzroy to come to a lesson since his return over a week ago. Usually they meet three to four times a week, practicing simple spells and focusing on how to channel the energy for larger ones. He used to be adamant on his distaste for magic, but after a while he began to warm up to the idea of understanding the arcane abilities he was granted. Snippers seemed to help with that warming, becoming less of a familiar and more of an emotional support crab when Fitzroy’s feelings would go haywire and seep into his magic. But, after the centaur assignment, they were advised to postpone a few of their lessons to give Fitzroy the space to recoup after being cursed (and whatever triggered his outburst). 

After that grace period, though, Fitzroy just became a no-show. No matter how many cheerfully threatening letters Festo would send, Fitzroy never came to a lesson. 

That is, until today, when they came into their class to find Fitzroy already seated in his usual spot; twiddling his thumbs anxiously as he looked down to the floor. Festo was hoping this meant Fitzroy was finally ready to get to work, but...it would seem that’s not the case. 

“...Is this why you’ve been hiding from Festo?” The fairy asks, seating themselves atop a stack of books so they can face the half-elf properly. Fitzroy refuses to meet their gaze, nervously scratching his neck as he nods. “Ah...I see…You do not believe in Festo’s teachings.” Fitzroy perks up at that, turning to them and vehemently shaking his head. 

“I-It’s not that, Festo, really! It’s just…” Fitzroy trails off, looking frustrated and caught between words. “I just...When I came to you first, Festo, it was because I didn’t know why I had been given my magics and, therefore, was unable to control the outbursts. O-Or, that’s why I felt these lessons were good--I know they’re required, given my schooling track, but--” 

“--Festo gets your point.” Festo finishes, not wanting Fitzroy to get lost in the semantics before getting out what needs to be said. He nods his head bashfully and continues. 

“Right, yes. B-But now that I...I feel like now--or, I know now why I have magic. When...When I got cursed? I-I, uh...I met someone…” 

“You met Chaos, yes?” Festo asks, simply. Fitzroy buffers for a moment, mouth sputtering as he attempts to grapple with the knowledge, and Festo snickers. “Fitzroy, did you think Festo did not understand where your powers came from upon first meeting you?” Fitzroy’s cheeks are tinged red as he opens and closes his mouth to try and retort. “Festo knew your magic was wild from before Festo even saw you! There are not many schools of magic that manifest in catfish transformation.” 

“I...suppose so. B-But Festo, if you knew where my magic came from this whole time, why did you never tell me anything?” 

“Because you never asked!” Festo answers cheerfully. Their response makes Fitzroy’s shoulders sag as he pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Also, it would not have been wise of Festo to give you such an answer when you were first learning your magic. Knowledge is not always key to understanding.” 

“I’d say it is!” Fitzroy bites back, his hand dropping from his face. “These powers were imparted on me to do evil, Festo! A deity has been watching over my every move, cheering me on whenever I goofed up severely and got people hurt!” The air begins to crackle with static electricity as Fitzroy gets riled up, anxiously running both hands through his hair and lodging them there. 

“I ripped a man’s hand off, Festo! That’s fucked!! I struck fear into innocent bystanders! A-And the worst part of it is th-that...I didn’t feel bad for doing it! The hand part, at least--I felt awful once I noticed how everyone was...was looking at me like some sort of monster. It’s terrible! I can’t sleep because of it, I don’t have an appetite anymore because anything I look at just becomes a hand or a shitty magic apple, a-and I can’t...I won’t do magic anymore.” He looks to Festo pleadingly, hoping they see his anguish and understand. “I-I can’t even summon Snippers anymore because I’m paranoid about him being a direct line for Chaos to watch me mess up! I-I don’t--I don’t want my magic anymore, Festo.”  

Festo sits there, watching as Fitzroy huffs and puffs on the verge of a meltdown. Then, after Fitzroy seems to have regained a little bit of his compuse, they get up and fly over to him, grabbing his right hand with both of theirs and flipping it over so it’s palm-side up. 

“Make a flame for Festo,” they command, not even bothering to look up and see the utter confusion and hurt on their student’s face. “Just do it, it will be fine. Have faith in Festo.” Fitzroy sighs, deep and long, before shutting his eyes and concentrating. In a few short moments, a small blue flame appears in his hand. Festo makes an affirmative noise as they study the flame. “How did that feel for you to do?” 

“Um...Fine? I guess?” Fitzroy replies, sounding unsure. 

“It did not hurt?” 

“No…” 

“Did not feel forced out of you?” 

“No.” 

“You feel confident that it was by your will that this flame came to your hand?” 

“Y-Yes, Festo, what does that--” 

“Then you are fine!” Festo states matter-of-factly. They push Fitzroy’s palm closed, thus extinguishing the flame. “You should not feel worried about Chaos’s influence!” They look up in time to see Fitzroy’s eyebrows furrowing. “You said yourself that the magic felt natural to you--it was not forced out of your hand or influenced by a force that was not your own brain, yes?” 

“R-Right…” Fitzroy responds. Festo flies up to his face and pokes their forehead with maybe a bit too much force than necessary. “Ow! What the heck, Festo!?” 

“Your magic may have been bestowed upon you by a being of influence, but it is you who controls how that manifests.” Festo explains, suddenly sounding wiser than normal. “Chaos can only influence your magic if you let them; other than that, they cannot control how you choose to use the gift they gave you. From Festo’s experience, they actually hate doing that, so you should not worry about being ‘controlled’!” Fitzroy’s eyes widen and he guffaws for a moment. 

“W-Wait, Festo, you’ve had experiences with Chaos?” Festo twirls around in a circle and giggles mischievously. 

“Not in that way, silly! Fairies are creatures of unpredictability; Chaos is one of our patron deities! Festo has had quite a few communes with them in Festo’s lifetime!” Fitzroy’s face scrunches up in disgust at the implication of their first sentence, making Festo laugh again. “You were the one who said ‘experiences’, not Festo!” 

“Right, but I was not implying you had sexual experiences with a deity, Festo. I really don’t want to be thinking about...really anything like that ever, thank you very much.” 

“You brought up sexual! Not Festo!” 

“Ahhh! I am covering my ears until this conversation ends!” Fitzroy screams as he slaps his hands over his ears. Festo rolls their eyes and kicks Fitzroy in the nose. “OW! Are you even allowed to hit a student?!”

“Festo has tenure, remember?” Festo chides, letting out a snarky “teehee” before flying a little further back so Fitzroy can look at them properly. “Now, do you still want to stop your lessons? Festo won’t make you do anything you’re uncomfortable with.” Fitzroy stares for a long moment, brows furrowing once more as he thinks. He doesn’t think for too long before squaring his shoulders and sitting a little more confidently in his chair. 

“Y’know what, Festo? I think...I think I’m going to keep at this magic thing! Show that Chaos who’s boss!” Fitzroy announces, his usual bravado back. Festo claps their hands as a shower of sparkles rains around them. 

“Hooray! Festo is proud of you for conquering your fears!” Festo cheers, making Fitzroy flush a little with the praise. “Now, to make up for your missed lessons, Festo wants you to come here every day for the next two weeks after your classes! This is non-negotiable!” At this, Fitzroy deflates, just as Festo expected. 

“Alright, I suppose I...deserve that for ghosting you for so long…” Fitzroy groans. 

“Correct!” Festo chirps, causing Fitzroy to roll his eyes. “Now, to pick up where we left off, show Festo how you’re doing with Mage Hand…” 

---

It’s later that night, when the school has settled and all the students have gone to bed, that Festo returns to their office. They pull a set of small candles from one of the drawers in their desk and lay them out in a pattern on the desk’s surface. With a flick of their wrists, the candles are lit in an iridescent flame, and they close their eyes to pray. 

Coming to, they find themselves in a familiar woodland clearing, looking unimpressed at the figure seated across from them. The figure, on the other hand, looks positively delighted to see them. 

“Festo does not want you meddling with Fitzroy anymore,” Festo says, their voice uncharacteristically serious. Chaos smiles and shakes their head. 

You, of all the beings in my court, should know I cannot do that. They reply. I have a special mission in mind for him, and I do intend on seeing it through to the end~

Then, the wind blows, and Festo wakes up back in their office in a circle of smoking candles. With a sigh, they put the extinguished candles away and leave. 

Futile as it seems, Festo is determined to give Fitzroy control over his powers, Chaos be damned. 

[morningstarwriting]

College AU

So this was an idea that popped into my brain and I had to write it. I don’t know if this has already been done, but if it has oh well. I had a lot of fun writing this as it was my first time writing for Obey Me! I hope that you enjoy it! 

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「 Lucifer 」

This man will be a lawyer

Don’t argue with him

He’s always right

Mainly cause he’s majoring in psychology

But he’s not stopping there

He’s actually double majoring

Psychology and History

And it ALSO doesn’t stop there

He’s getting a minor in philosophy

This means that he’s going to school for five years instead of four though

He’s so insanely intelligent though

He psycho-analyzes his brothers all the time

The only ones who don’t really care about what he has to say are Belphegor and Satan

They regularly plot against him

He always knows it

He blames it on daddy issues

This just means that even when he’s with his brothers, he’s constantly working

Always doing his schoolwork

He’s also the Vice President position of Student Government

He was beat out for the President position by Diavolo

And forced his brothers to join in the other positions

He’s also an Admissions Representative

He’s the perfect person to look at applications and determine if people are suited to attend his school

Diavolo also has this job with him

They spend countless of hours together all the time

And he knows that people ship them

He knows

There is one thing he refuses to take part in on campus, though

The only Greek life you’ll catch him in is an Honor Society with Greek Letters in the name

He isn’t the biggest fan of Greek Life

Or parties

However, he was convinced to go to a party by Asmo once

Never again

The biggest perk for his brothers is that he’s so ridiculously busy

That he can’t really constantly be on their cases

At least that’s what they think

He finds his ways

He finds a lot of ways

「 Mammon 」

He went into school as an accounting major

Big Miss Steak

He… wasn’t the best at it

He didn’t necessarily hate it

But he wasn’t thrilled about it being his major

Lucky for him

He was required to take a fine arts course

He decided on photography

And boy oh boy

He fell in love with it

Taking pictures was a Big Yes from him

He was really good at coming up with poses for his models

And most times the people in his class would ask him to model for them

And that’s when he started getting into modeling

And he loved that even more than photography

So naturally

He googled what he should do to become a model

And he found out you don’t necessarily need a degree

But Lucifer would NOT let him drop out

So, he saw that a few majors would help

Luckily for him

Photography was on there

But there was another that caught his eye

Fashion Merchandising

And here we have it

The brother who everyone sees as a dumbass is a double major

Who would have thought?

Not his brothers

Now don’t get me wrong

He barely passes his general education classes

But his major classes?

Easy

He loves them

He has shown up to class many times hungover, though

That’s what happens when you’re in a frat

Yes

Our boy Mammon

Is in a frat

He’s in the frat that puts on the best parties

They don’t let him spend money on anything anymore

They learned that the hard way

He’s also in Student Government, courtesy of Lucifer

He’s the Director of Public Relations

He considered running for treasurer

But all of his brothers reminded him of all the things he’s spent money on

And bet money on

And lost money on

He decided against treasurer

When it comes to partying

Mans goes hard

Doesn’t give a fuck

Does it all

Except hard drugs

…

Only that one time

Thank God Lucifer was there

「 Leviathan 」

If you think he would major in anything other than video game design you’re wrong

He went in looking to be a general programmer

And then he saw the words “Video Game Design”

He changed major immediately

He’s perfectly happy with just Video Game Design

But he is getting a marine biology minor

He’s always been fascinated with the ocean

And the creatures in the ocean

So he decided a minor would be a neat idea

He could also totally use his knowledge to design a dope ass underwater themed game

Which high key may be his thesis project

He really doesn’t get out much

He stays home the majority of the time

Gaming

Watching Anime

Reading manga

Lucifer literally scolded him for always staying in his room

Never going out to do anything with anyone

Levi tried to tell him playing games was basically his homework

But Lucifer was having NONE OF IT

So, to shut him up

Levi looked at the clubs the school offered

He nearly screamed when he realized there was a Japanese Manga, Anime, and Gaming Club

He quickly became the president of that

He’s also a part of Student Government with the rest of his brothers

He’s the Media Representative

He runs all the social medias for the Student Government

And he’s damn good at it

He’s frequently on his phone during meetings

And he’s the only one who’s allowed to do that

And he may use it to his advantage

He needs to know what happens in the next episode of the anime he’s watching

He doesn’t have time to listen to Lucifer and Diavolo preach about things damnit!

He also doesn’t have time for

Shudder

Parties.

Just the thought of going to a frat party makes his skin crawl

What a normie thing to do

Sadly, for him

He’s frequently forced to attend them

Thanks Mammon

He just follows Mammon around like a lost puppy

He gets flustered any and every time anyone talks to him

One time, Mammon thought alcohol would make him feel more confident

…Mammon should not have provided Levi with alcohol

Too many things happened

Things the two never speak of to this day

N E V E R

He apologizes to Ruri-Chan every day for his mistakes on that night

「 Satan 」

VETERINARY MEDICINE

HE DOESN’T CARE HOW LONG IT TAKES

HE WILL TAKE CARE OF ANIMALS

Almost bit Lucifer when he reminded him, he’d have to put down animals too

Lucifer then proceeded to call him an animal

But seriously

Satan wants to be able to help animals in any way he can

He’s well aware he will have to put some animals down

But he knows he won’t have to do that unless it’s absolutely necessary

He’s also going to be a whole ass doctor

Fuck off, Lucifer Esquire

Here comes the DOCTOR of the family

Literally took up a job just to get away from Lucifer

He works as a librarian

He loves it

He’s constantly reading

And I mean  c o n s t a n t l y  r e a d i n g

He’s the nicest librarian ever

Just

Don’t talk too loudly

Or destroy a book

Or do anything stupid

Because he will go off

He doesn’t tolerate stupidity

Not in his safe space

He’s on track to get a certificate in writing

So please

Do not interfere with literature

He’s also on track to get a certificate in Women and Gender Studies

So do not interfere with women’s rights or equality in front of him

He will not be happy

And he’s horrifying when he’s angry

Same thing goes in Student Government

He’s the Parliamentarian

And he does the job well

You either follow the rules

Or you get a talking to from Satan

Nobody wants a talking to from Satan

The only person who isn’t necessarily afraid of him is Lucifer

But Lucifer never breaks the rules so Satan can’t pop off on him

Satan might watch him like a hawk just to see if he messes up eventually so he can yell

He never catches him doing anything wrong

He catches Mammon doing plenty wrong, though

Constantly on his case for staying out too late

Mammon always blames it on his frat

And Satan always rolls his eyes

Similar to Lucifer

The only “frat” he’s in is an honor society with a Greek name

He considered joining the “smart” frat

But he decided against it seeing as Mammon was in a frat

He didn’t want to be associated with him

Sadly

He can’t escape it

Every party he goes to

Mammon is right there

Every

Time

Satan doesn’t understand how he does it

To avoid the feeling of dread he just

He drinks as much as possible

He doesn’t party often

But when he does

He

parties

The amount of times he’s gone out with his brothers and then disappeared only to come home after some crazy shit happened to the rest of them?

So many times

He doesn’t have time for their foolishness

He parties to get away from them

You know sometimes he just needs a break from his family dynamic

Even though when he gets drunk, Lucifer usually gets a voicemail

And… it’s soft

Satan has no idea those voicemails exist

Lucifer keeps them for blackmail

He also just keeps them to remind himself that Satan has a heart and isn’t a fucking dick to him all the time… don’t let the insult fool you, he actually really cares for Satan and hearing him be nice is pleasant

「 Asmodeus 」

He is a fashion design major

He’s known what he’s wanted to do since he was a child.

He’s been making his own clothes for years

People always stare at him because wow he looks good

He also decided to minor in music

Specifically focusing on his voice

Boy can sing

And sing he does

Sometimes Belphegor tells him to shut up

To which Asmo responds with

“I can’t hear you over my Grammy Award worthy voice! Did you say something?”

Before Belphegor can respond

Asmo is singing again

It’s futile

He never stops

That helps him in his Acapella Group though

He loves singing with them

Invites his brothers to every performance

Actually, gets happy if they show up

He’s the treasurer of Student Government

He’s actually very good with his money

He basically runs his own mini fashion business after all

He not only creates clothes for himself

But other people too

And don’t even get me started on his make-up looks

He’s literally an icon

He walks into a room and people know exactly who he is

He also has a YouTube channel

Focusing on fashion and beauty

He’s decently popular

And he loves it

He’s the other one in a frat

His frat is the most popular on campus

Everyone knows it

Everyone knows the people in it

And he loves the attention

So many girls and guys on campus throw themselves at him

And he loves that too

He always treats whoever he decides to bring home with him like royalty

Even though he’s had several hook ups and one-night stands

People don’t mind

Because he’s

1)

AMAZING AT IT

and

2)

HOT AS FUCK

He knows it

And he is not afraid to show it

He parties every night

Like actually

If he isn’t partying, it’s concerning

He’s one that believes that college are the best years of your life

And he isn’t letting that slip away from him

No matter how much Lucifer yells at him to stop partying all the time

Of course, partying is also an excuse for him to ignore some other things

So, he does it a lot

When he’s with someone else is when he’s happiest

So, he always makes sure to be with another person

「 Beelzebub 」

Bet you think he’s gonna major in culinary science

WRONG

That’s his minor

His major

Is Family and Child Science

He wants to help people so bad

Especially children

He wants to do everything in his power to make sure that children live happy lives

So, his main goal in the end is to either be a school counselor or a crisis counsellor

He’s very serious about what he does

And he holds some past trauma

So, he wants to make sure people have someone to talk to when bad things happen

Of course, he also loves making food

He loves eating it more, though

But honestly

He’s a student athlete

Of course, he needs food

He’s always moving

He’s the captain of the American football team at their school

If he wasn’t going into child services

You’d best believe he was going into the NFL

Mans can PLAY football

It’s also really nice to have him in Student Government

Because the student body actually respects them because of it

He’s the secretary

It’s always nice when Lucifer asks Beel for the notes they took that meeting

He hands them over

Super detailed

Perfect, even

He always pays attention

He’s great at listening

And he knows how much it means to Lucifer

So, he never disappoints

He isn’t in any other clubs other than student government

But that’s because he’s on teams

Like I said, one hell of a football player

And if he’s not home making food or doing schoolwork

He’s at practice

Or just at the gym

He’s always bettering himself

And he’s certainly a campus heartthrob

It’s always fun going out with him

because he is the heaviest of all the heavy weights

His record for taking shots is twenty-one

That should have KILLED HIM

It didn’t kill him

BUT

That’s definitely his limit

That was an interesting night

Beel is just happy that his brothers happened to be there

He wasn’t too happy when he realized Mammon did something even more stupid than taking twenty-one shots

Lucifer made sure they were both okay though

Which Beel appreciated

He just… avoids vodka as much as possible now

Too many bad memories

At least from what he can remember

「 Belphegor 」

Like Beel

Belphie really cares about the mental state of people

Not children specifically

Just people in general

He’s just

Not cut out to be a counsellor

He doesn’t have the personality for that

He needs to do something that can actually take his sarcastic ass and allow him to use it for the better

SO

He does some research

And something catches his eye

Rehabilitation Coordinator

Specifically Rehab for drugs and alcohol

He’s no-nonsense enough to enforce the rules of the facility, but still be able to care about these people

And become one

He needs to go to nursing school

This is difficult for him

He really enjoys sleeping

And this whole getting up early for clinicals thing?

Not ideal

However

After talking to his advisor about it

And by talking

I mean just straight up telling him he’s nocturnal got severe insomnia and waking up early is a no go

He gets put on the night shift

And that does wonders of good for him

The brothers barely see him

He’s either in class, asleep, or at the hospital

The only brother he ever really makes time for is Beel

They’re twins

Of course, he’s going to make time for him

A lot of the time, Belphie will return home around the same time Beel wakes up to go on a morning run

So, they have breakfast together

Because of his chaotic schedule

The only club he’s in is Student Government

And he did his best to snag the easiest position

The Reporter position

He just

Submits stories to the papers in the area

That’s it

He loves it

It’s so easy

Lucifer has to remind him to do it sometimes, though

He doesn’t mean to forget

He’s just got a lot going on

He needs to memorize he human anatomy, Lucifer

Some things are more important

He rarely goes out

He isn’t fond of parties

Even though he’s a night owl and enjoys the occasional drink

There are too many people

The main reason he goes is to make sure Beel doesn’t get too wasted

Not after that one time

But he did party a little hard when he found out he passed a test that he needed to get higher than a C on to stay in his major

He celebrated

Sleeping was the last thing on his mind that night

He was so hungover in the morning

[xxisxxisxxis]

Gateway Drug | Part Sixty-Five

A/N: If you didn't see my post yesterday, I decide to break this chapter into 2 chapters. The preview for this chapter is included in the next chapter.

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I blink my eyes open to see Izzy standing over me, my brows furrowing at the sight of him, confusion filing into my mind.

“Izzy.” I croak out, closing my eyes again for a moment.

“Viv.” He replies.

"What're you doing here?" I groan, tiredly.

"A girl I hooked up with last night lives in this neighborhood." He tells me. "Karen let me in."

“Of course she did.” I mumble, sitting up with another groan, and he sits on the floor next to me, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket, lighting it.

“So, like, what happened?” He asks me, looking around at the shithole mess I made last night and I lick my cracked lips, feeling the tightness of dried, mascara coated tears that have glued to my face, and let out an exhausted breath.

“You ever walk into your house and wonder ‘exactly how many surfaces did my husband and his mistress possibly have sex on’?”

“Nope.” He replies, blowing out smoke, and I glance at him.

“Well, that’s what happened.” I reply, sighing. “I thought I was doing good, Izzy. I really thought we were getting better. And we weren’t. It was all bullshit.”

“Trust me, Viv, I’ve fucking been there.” He mumbles.

“I gave her a key to my house.” I repeat what I told him earlier and he looks at me for a moment, looking as if he doesn’t quite know what to say. “I might as well have just handed him over to her and said, ‘he’s yours, have at it’.” I add, letting out a chuckle, although it’s not funny. “I’m not like her. I act nothing like her. I haven’t accomplished as much as she has. I’m not established like she is. I look nothing like her--”

“--She’s a ten but the drugs make her a five. And her being batshit crazy knocks her down to a solid two...on a good day. You’re a ten. Your niceness adds two points, your patience adds two more points, and your crazy is hot, which adds five more points. So technically you’re a seventeen. Don’t compare yourself to a fucking crack addict when there’s barely anything left of her to compare to.” He orders sternly, and I push a strand of hair behind my ear. “And the only thing she can say she’s got on you, is screwing your husband, and she brags about it because strung out Nikki Sixx is obviously a prize.” He sarcastically states and I smile a little. “He didn’t cheat because you weren’t enough, Viv. He cheated because he’s fucking stupid and the drugs just add to it. I assure you, if you were ugly or something, none of us would wanna fuck you. But we do.”

“Gee, thanks, Izzy.” I flatly say, furrowing my brows slightly, and he nudges me with his elbow.

“You’re a seventeen.” He reassures me, smiling.

“See, this is what I would’ve appreciated hearing the other night.” I inform him.

“I was an ass the other night.” He admits. “I’m sorry for yelling at you...and there’s nothing wrong with you not picking up on our hints that something was wrong. You just see the best in people sometimes when they’re fucking shitty, is all.”

“Trust me I’ve learned my lesson.” I scoff.

“No, don’t let this bullshit ruin a good thing. You can still see the good in people and try to be positive about them, just use a little discernment from now on.” He shrugs and I wipe my eyes as he takes another drag of his cigarette.

“Did we just have a moment, Izzy?” I ask, and he furrows his brows and looks at me.

“No.”

“I think we did.”

“No, we didn’t.”

“I think we did. I think we just got a little closer in our friendship.”

“Nope, I don’t think so.”

“We did.”

“We didn’t.”

“I love you and I’m glad we’re friends.”

He just looks at me, trying not to smile, before getting a serious look on his face.

“It’ll be okay, Viv.” He assures me, genuinely, and I nod.

“I know it will be, I’m just kinda scared to go through the hell I’m gonna need to go through in order to get to the ‘it’s okay now’ part.”

“I know you are.” He tells me, exhaling more smoke. “I know you are.” 

That’s the thing about Izzy: a raging jackass when he wants to be, and quiet for the most part, but when he gets serious about something, it’s genuine and hard to ever forget.

Once Izzy decides to go home, I’m staring at the letter from Playboy, eyeing the number left at the bottom of the page for their project manager.

“Just call and see what they say.” I tell myself, taking a deep breath, my palms starting to sweat.

I dial the number and it rings a few times before someone picks up.

“Playboy Enterprises, this is Erika.”

I convince myself to calm down and ease the nerves bunching in my stomach before I reply.

“Y-Yes, this is Vivian Sixx. I got a letter from you guys?”

“Yes, they’ve been hoping you would call. Give me a moment and I’ll transfer your call to our PM.” She tells me.

“Okay, thank you.”

I wait for a moment as the line cuts out, before it cuts back in again.

“Mrs. Sixx?” Another woman’s voice greets me.

“Yes?”

“This is Danielle Wyther, I’m the one that sent you the letter.” She explains.

“Oh.”

“I take it you’ve made your decision.” She says next and I let out a little sigh, hesitantly giving an answer.

“I’m not comfortable doing full nudity--I mean, I don’t have an issue being nude but, like, I want the important parts covered.” I’m saying before I can stop myself, and I furrow my brows and mouth “what the fuck” to myself for being so blunt.

“...We didn’t expect anything different from you, Vivian, no worries.” She tells me and I let out a relieved breath. “We’ve already prepared for more tasteful photos.”

She goes on to tell me when I need to meet with her to sign my contract of payment and a temporary NDA ensuring I won’t let it out to the public I’m posing until they decide to announce it themselves, and then we go over when I need to come to Chicago to shoot.

Once a date is set to meet, and for the photoshoot itself, we hang up and I turn around to see Karen holding a cup of coffee, wearing her bedroom shoes due to the glass on the floor that I need to clean up.

“You didn’t hear that.” I tell her.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.” She replies, obviously knowing what I’m talking about, but clearly not in a hurry to tell Nikki about it.

She just raises her brows and takes a sip of her coffee, minding her own business. 

After breakfast, I try to clean up the best I can, not even necessarily wanting to go to my room to grab a change of clothes and shower once I'm done, but I do. 

I'll just leave our room a shitshow for him since we're coming back for a five day break in like a week anyway. 

I shower and change clothes, grabbing my car keys.

"Where are you going?" Karen asks me.

"To see Sharise and Sky, and then I’m going out with the guys before I get home.” I tell her.

“Alright, be careful.”

“I will.”

I knew Karen wouldn’t say a thing to Nikki about Playboy, and she honestly never said a thing to me about it...but I could tell she didn’t necessarily agree with my decision, because nobody really agreed with it, they tolerated it.

In all honesty they all thought I had lost my mind, finally, because I was Vivian. Goody-goody, Christianly, worst-thing-ever-done-was-marry-someone-my-mother-didn’t-approve-of, Saint Vivian.

“Yes, I’m sure about it, Sharise.” I tell her, Skylar sticking a unicorn sticker to my face, making me smile at her as Sharise raises her brows at me.

“But you’ll be n-a-k-e-d.” She spells out so Skylar won’t catch on. “A-s-s and b-o-o-b-s out. For everyone to see.”

“Not really, everything’s gonna be covered.”

“Barely.”

“But still covered, nonetheless.” I argue.

“Do you want me to go with you?” She asks next.

“I wanna go!” Skylar says, looking at her mom, not even knowing where exactly we’re going, but wanting to tag along.

“No, I’ll probably have Duff or Steven go with me.” She tell her and she raises her brows.

“Oh...Duff...okay…”

“What?” I ask, furrowing my brows a little and she holds back a tight-lipped smile, shaking her head and shrugging.

“Nothing, Viv. Nothing at all. It’s just...you know…”

“...What exactly do I know?” I question.

“You know what you know.” She says back, matter-of-fact, and I think a moment before scoffing out.

“Oh, puh-lease, Sharise.” I hold back a bark of laughter.

“You know where I’m getting that idea, too.” She states and I shake my head.

“You are crazy.”

“Am I? You’ve just recently been hurt, you’re vulnerable, you’re confused, he’s available and attractive, and a complete gentleman--”

“--Which is exactly why nothing is happening because he’s not going to take advantage of me right now.” I tell her.

“Right now?” She widens her eyes and I sigh. “Ah, so you admit something’s cooking, it’s just not being served at the table at the moment.”

“It’s being poured down the drain because he’s got his own thing and I’ve got mine and neither of us are like that with each other.”

“He broke up with his ‘thing’ earlier this year and yours was just caught with a crack pipe in one hand, a needle in the other, and another woman’s mouth on his d-i-c-k, which sounds like a justified divorce to me.” She says to me, picking Sky up, and I let out a breath...because she’s right.

“Look, just think before you jump into the deep end. Just because there’s room for you to land, doesn’t mean there aren’t sharks waiting for you to dive in.” She warns me and I just nod slowly, rubbing my lips together.

I stay at Sharise’s for a couple more hours, before I’m meeting Duff at the Whisky because they’re playing a show tonight.

“Thank you.” I say as a girl in the crowded room moves for me to squeeze by her to get backstage with the guys once the show is over.

I crack open the door, seeing Axl in his assless chaps, his hair going all kinds of directions in it’s teased glory, and he smiles widely at me.

“Hey, Viv.” He greets me, and I step in to see everybody else in the room: Slash, Izzy, Stevie, Duff, and...no, no, that’s impossible.

I furrow my brows, my heart stopping in my chest.

“D-Dad?” I ask.

He’s just as shell shocked as I am, until his face is lighting up, tears coming to his eyes, as he nervously steps to me.

“What’re you doing here?” I ask next, realizing I’m about to cry.

I haven’t seen him in four years. We’ve written to each other every once in a while just to check up, but I haven’t seen him or heard his voice in four years.

“I’ve been coming down this part of town the past few nights when I heard you were back home.” He explains to me.

“Why?”

He doesn’t have to answer this, I know why. He heard his daughter’s husband possibly cheated on with her, and the mistress announced it on national television.

“Well, I couldn't really comfort you through a stupid letter.” He says and a tear rolls down my cheek.

“Aww, Dad." My voice cracks and he gives me a big hug.

"And I'll fly to wherever he is and give him a piece of my mind,  just say 'when' and I'll give him a real reason to go crawling to another woman." He states and I laugh, pulling away to wipe my eyes, getting a good, up close look at my dad. 

His hair is already starting to grey, despite only being forty-one, and his brown eyes haven't lost any of their spark that's been in them even since I could remember. 

He wipes my tears, giving me a reassuring smile. 

"I'm okay, Dad." I tell him, sniffling, looking around at the guys before looking back up at him. "How do you even know them?"

Apparently, several months prior, my dad happened to be in the same convenience store as Steven, who he saw was trying to smuggle a bag of Cheetos up his shirt because he couldn’t afford to buy them so my dad gave him a few hundred bucks and when he told Steven his name Stevie remembered my maiden name was “Kinston” and asked my dad if he knew me. It went from there and resulted in my dad checking in on them from time to time, but none of them ever told me because they weren’t ever really sure how I felt about my dad.

After the guys get changed, we’re heading to get some food  at the Rainbow with my dad tagging along.

“After she watched the Wizard of Oz with her aunt, she’d pretend she was the Good Witch of the South and used to get out of her little bubble baths and run through the house, calling herself the ‘Bubble Fairy’, with her mom chasing after her.” My dad tells the guys and I squeeze my eyes shut, wishing he wouldn’t have told the story of the notorious “Bubble Fairy.”

“Dad, they didn’t need to know that.” I say to him, seeing Duff and Slash trying to hide their laughter.

“Oh, it’s not that bad, Viv, you were a toddler.” My dad insists. “It was precious.”

“Yeah, maybe you should recreate it and let us see if it’s just as precious.” Izzy says to aggravate me.

“Hey, watch it.” My dad scolds him and I smile smugly at Izzy.

“Yeah, watch it." I echo and Izzy narrows his eyes at me.

"Whatever you say, Bubble Fairy." He says to me and I'm kicking at him under the table, before I'm looking at my dad again, taking a sip of Pepsi.

"Change of subject, why didn't you just come by the house?" I ask my dad.

"I didn't know if you would've wanted me to, if you were still trying to handle everything." He adds. "I was going to when I heard you had a health scare, but I didn't want to overstep any boundaries."

"Dad, I wouldn't have minded." I assure him, shaking my head a little. 

"Well, how much longer are you going to be in town?" He asks.

"Um, I'm flying out tomorrow for about a week, but we're supposed to be coming back home for a break." I explain. 

"'We're'? He's coming back home with you…is he staying with you?" He questions and I blink a couple times. 

"Well, y-yeah, we're still married, dad, so we're gonna be staying in the same house." I explain. "Especially since his manager thinks it's best if we play it off to the public and the media that the situation was a misunderstanding." 

"How the hell does one 'misunderstand' being engaged to a married man?" He asks, and the guys raise their brows.

"Well--"

"--I'd rip his manager a new one and tell him to use it to let out all the extra shit he's full of." 

My eyes widen, and I'm shocked, because I've never heard my dad this angry. 

"Dad, it's okay. After the tour if we want to file for divorce, we will."

"When is the tour over?"

"Next spring."

"Vivian, do you have any idea how long divorce takes to be finalized?" He asks and I rub my lips together. "If you genuinely want to get divorced, I suggest filing now so you can almost be done with it by the time the tour ends." 

"We've tried. She won't listen." Axl states, lighting a cigarette and I glare at him. 

"I'm weighing my options, dad." I say.

"And what's he doing?" He asks next. 

"Shooting heroin and screwing groupies." Axl interjects again.

"Axl." I snap. 

"Dude, c'mon." Duff lightly says, not amused with his suggestion. 

"What?" Axl looks at us. "Coming from a dude, infidelity is like cockroaches. For every one you know about, there's a hundred more you don't know about." 

"Dude!" Stevie scolds him, looking at him like he's lost his mind. 

"So we're just gonna pretend there's no chance that Vanity isn't the first chick Nikki's been with in the six years they've been together?" Axl keeps going. 

"I'm going to the bathroom." I mumble, getting out of the booth, trying not to think about the possibility of Nikki cheating with multiple other girls, but knowing it isn't too far-fetched to consider it.

After a couple minutes of wiping tears in the bathroom stall, I hear the door open, and wait to hear the clicking of heels on the tile floor, but instead hear heavy footsteps.

“Viv?” Duff asks and I let out a relieved sigh, sniffling.

“I’m fine.” I say to him, despite it not sounding convincing in the slightest.

“No, you’re not.” He tells me and I roll my eyes, opening the stall, looking up at him.

“I am.”

“There’s no fucking cameras around, you know that right?” He raises his brows and I exhale softly, throwing my wet, snotty tissue in the garbage can, stepping to the mirror to fix my face the best I can.

“I’ve thought of the possibility of him having others.” I admit, wiping the running mascara from my face as he leans against the stall’s fixture and looks at me in the mirror. “I’ve thought about it, and it’s one of my worst fucking fears is hearing this whole time there’s been girls left and right that’s he’s managed to sneak past me. I don’t like it, but I have thought about it. I’m not oblivious to that possibility.”

“I know you aren’t.” He nods.

“But he’s all I’ve known.” I tell him, taking a deep breath. “He’s all I’ve known and he’s all I’ve got and if I look for any more trouble, I’m gonna find it, and I’d rather not repeat this cycle of feeling like the biggest fucking idiot, so if we can just skip the conversation altogether I’d be really appreciative of it.” I state, turning to face him.

“Got it.” He promises. “And Axl doesn’t mean anything by it, Viv, alright? He just misses the mark when it comes to communication.” He shrugs. 

“I suppose.” I sigh out. “I’m sorry, you’re probably tired of me crying.”

“I wish you wouldn’t cry because I don’t like to see it, but I think you have every reason to, right now. I’m just happy you’re not completely losing your shit like I expected you to.” He explains and I raise my brows.

“Define ‘losing your shit’.”

He looks at me with raised brows.

“What did you do?” He asks me, amused.

“It’s not really what I’ve done...more so what I’m going to do.”

“What’re you going to do?”

“...Playboy sent me a letter, offering $40,000 for a cover shoot and interview, and some pictures to go along with it.” I watch as his eyes widen, and he gets an uneasy look on his face.

“Viv, you aren’t, like, the Playboy type, though.” He points out, worriedly.

“Well, no, I’m not, and I know that and they know that, so when I called just decided to do ‘tasteful’ nude shots.”

“‘Tasteful’ by Vivian standards, or ‘tasteful’ by pornographic magazine standards?”

“Vivian standards. Naked, but none of the good stuff is showing.” I state.

“Oh, okay.” He laughs out, nervously. “Are you...sure about it?”

“Well, at first I did it for the money because if Nikki leaves me, I’m not gonna have a penny to my name--”

“--Vivian, if you need money and somewhere to stay if things go to shit, you can just ask me or one of the guys.” He offers, looking like the thought of me posing nude just for money, doesn’t sit right with him because he knows I wouldn’t do it unless I felt I had no other choice.

“You didn’t let me finish.” I tell him, smiling. “But then they said it’d be tasteful and I wouldn’t have to show everything, and now it sounds kinda fun.”

“And what does Nikki think of it?” He asks me an important question and I go to speak, but stop myself, exhaling.

“What Nikki doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.” Is all I can come up with.

“Uh, I think Nikki will know when he sees his wife on the cover of Playboy.” He argues.

“It’s not like I’m gonna be posed on the front with my tits and pussy out, spread eagle for the world to ogle at my anatomy.” I counter and he squeezes his eyes closed, shaking his head a little.

“I didn’t need to picture you like that, Viv.” He says and I feel my cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“Oops, sorry.” I say, rubbing my lips together. “Hey, there is something I need to ask you, though.”

“Yeah?” He replies, looking at me.

“Tomorrow I’m going to their office here in town to sign the paperwork and stuff, and then I’m going to Chicago for the photoshoot, because conveniently enough, Motley Crue will be in Chicago for a few days, and I was wondering if you’d want to come with me.”

He laughs like it’s absurd.

“You are crazy.” He says, in disbelief.  “You are crazy.”

“Duff--”

“--If he finds out I was there with you, Viv, I just--you are crazy.”

“So, you’re not gonna go with me?” I ask him, scared he’s going to say “no” to avoid pissing Nikki off.

But he completely surprises me when he says:

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

[bleedingthirium]

Gavin x Reader (Stressed Out)

Authors Note: -Sobs- I tried to go for a softer Gavin Reed around his S/O at home but I feel like I went a little out of character. And I wrote ALOT. Im sorry! But I hope you enjoy it and I’m so sorry if it’s bad. And sorry it took so long to post.

Warnings: Swearing (because it’s fucking Gavin, c’mon people. GET A MOVE ON!) Category: Fluff

You and Gavin work completely opposite jobs; he was around dead people all the time, trying to find the murderer… whereas you were (more or less) based upon keeping people alive. Or – eventually, it would be come your job. Technically you held half a title as a Nurse. You’ve still got a lot of studying to do before you became a fully registered nurse. Though the doubts were slowly creeping in from the back of your mind, clouding your focus as you sat on the floor leaning your back against the couch. For some reason you preferred to sit on the floor with your studies spread across the coffee table. You know this wasn’t good for your posture, being a Nurse-in-training, you definitely knew better! At least everything was in reach and you didn’t have to lean yourself halfway over a dining room table to retrieve a document or textbook that happened to be a little bit too far from your reach. This was more or less how Gavin found you. Sitting on the floor with your studies surrounding you.

“Hey Babe. How’s your day?” He asked as he shut the door behind him, grey eyes taking in the copious amounts of paperwork and text books and forced himself to hold back a groan because he hated paperwork. The last thing he wanted to come home to was more paperwork, it reminded him too much of being back at the precinct. Of course, he didn’t outwardly complain because he knew this type of paperwork was necessary/essential. No way in hell he’d ever tell you to pack it away.

You didn’t even hear the keys jingle in the doorknob, or even hear him walk in until his voice suddenly yanked you out of your thoughts, causing you to jump almost ten feet in the air! “Jesus Gav! A bit of warning!” you gasped, hand flying to your chest in fright, as if you were attempting to calm your frantically beating heart down. “I gotta come home some time, babe.” He chuckled, clearly amused at catching you off guard. Your reaction was pretty fucking priceless. But his reaction slowly fell as realization dawned on his features. He had said goodbye to you this morning just as you were setting up for your study sesh. Except it had only been three text books and a small file of paperwork. Not this strewn of a mess. “Y/N? Have you been there the entire day?” Your eyebrows lifted as if Gavin just asked the most ridiculous question in the universe, but when your eyes glanced to the clock on the wall, they widened at the time. 6:30pm! What the hell!? Where the hell did the time go!? “Uh, I guess so? Then that also means I haven’t gotten as far as I’d like. I’ve still got a report to write, essays… Oh my god, I’ve got a test to study that I almost forgot about!” A hand lifted to your forehead in stress before sliding down your cheek and your E/C orbs glanced around at the mess. “I’ve got so much to do! Not enough time. I’m going to fail. Oh my god, I’m going to fail!” “You’re not going to fail.” Gavin’s firm voice spoke through your thoughts. This wasn’t the first time he’s helped you through a mild anxiety attack regarding your studies. Stepping over some of your books and paperwork, you watched as he made his way over to you, lifting his leg slightly as he swung it behind him so he could straddle the couch behind you, so that you now sat in between his legs. “You were born to be a Nurse. I’ve seen how you’ve patched me up. Your gentle with your hands. It’s one of the things I fell in love with.” You leaned back, head tilting back and upwards to glance back up at him. “Just my hands? Not my heart or my beautiful face?” Gavin quietly chuckled, “And your sense of humor.” Speaking of hands, you suddenly felt his hands on your shoulders. You immediately let out a groan of satisfaction as his fingertips firmly pressed into the knots on your shoulder. Gavin was quiet as he began massaging your shoulders; giving you a small break from your workload, knowing he can at least offer something to help you. Judging by the roll of your head and the small mewls of pleasure coming from you, he must be doing a good job! It wasn’t often Gavin massages you. Mostly due to his own hectic workload, and quite often he came home exhausted. But when he does, oh his fingers are magic and immediately have you trapped under their spell. “I don’t know Gavin…” you started, biting your bottom lip before letting it go. “I’m worried I’m in over my head. My passion is to help people and there are other ways of doing that. This whole medical study is a little too hard.” There was certainly no mistaking the disappointment in your voice and Gavin stopped in his ministrations for a moment before picking up again. “Y’know…when I studied to become a police officer, I didn’t think I’d get through.” He quietly opened up to you a little. It’s not often he does, he’s just not a very open person and you learned that it was easier to let him come to you when he’s ready rather than you question for answers. “I was just some dumb punk kid. Couldn’t spell. Kept pickin’ fights, worried I was gonna end up on the wrong side of the law indefinitely. But, uh… here I am. Y’know? The physical stuff was easy. Loved it. But the academic stuff? The studying, the essays? Man, it felt like bullshit. My final exam… y’know, the one that really matters…? Thought I’d fucked it up completely. I studied as hard as I could but it felt like nothing… I left that exam room, ready to quit. Wanted to quit. Hell, I even almost tore up my acceptance letter. There was just no way in hell I was gonna make it. But I did. And you will too. Just keep going, Y/N. Don’t give up. The world needs you as a Nurse. I need you as a Nurse. Who else is gonna patch me up?” You let out a sigh as Gavin kept working the knots on your shoulders, and his firm voice slowly soothing your worries. To others who didn’t know Gavin, one would assume he was being a bit harsh or blunt with his speech, but you knew the tones of endearment that lay within the message he was trying to send. “Take a breather, Y/N.” Gavin suggested when you didn’t respond to his little spiel that came from the heart. He didn’t take offense to you not replying. He knew you tend let things process a little before taking on board what was said. “I can’t. I have so much to do.” You said as you leant sideways on his knee, a hand waving at the mess of papers and textbooks everywhere. “Your burnt out. You’re gonna get shit done tonight. You don’t think I’ve been where you are? You’re gonna just sit there and re-read the same question for the next three hours, trying to make sense of it. And you’re gonna write fuck all because your brain is tired.” His fingers had stopped massaging across your skin, but they had now begun to caress softly across your shoulders before dropping to your upper arms and giving them a squeeze of reassurance. He’s head coming to lean down and press against the side of yours as you both sat there for a moment in silence. You hadn’t argued against him so, to him, that meant you were likely contemplating what he was suggesting and would heed his advice in stopping for the night. His grey eyes spotted something in one of your text books and frowned, trying to make out what the fuck it was… “What’s that?” he asked, pointing to something that represented a certain type of sweet. “It’s a spleen.” “Looks like a jelly bean to me.” “Yeah, well it wouldn’t taste like one.” “How would you know? Have you ever tasted one before? Are you secretly a cannibal that I don’t know about? … ‘cause that’s kinda hot. Let’s do it!” Joking of course, he attacked your neck with kisses, making you smile and the small sound of laughter escaped. Gavin’s heart fluttered just a bit knowing he made you smile, even if it was just a small smile… “C’mon Y/N. Pack all this away. Start fresh tomorrow.” “Yes Detective.” You murmured, teasingly using his title which you did every now and then. It always earned a small sound of laughter from him. With a kiss to your temple, Gavin wiggled himself out of being trapped on the couch by your body, and left you to pack up your paperwork. He would have helped but he didn’t want to mess up any system you had going (working on case files at the Precinct, he knew what it was like to have a mess of papers spread out across the table but for it to also be an ‘organised mess’). You barely paid any mind to where Gavin was going, assuming he’d gone to take a shower or something. You focused on packing things away, feeling a little more at ease after Gavin was able to place your mind to rest. This is one of the things you adored so much about him; at first glance he looks like a gruff person you wouldn’t dare be friends with, but underneath all that… there’s a much sweeter side to him. It took him ages to show it, but you saw his potential, caught glimpses of it beneath his rough-boy exterior. Hence why you never gave up on him.

Everything in two neat piles, you carried both to the dining room table and set them there, ready to tackle tomorrow. For now, you needed to focus on cooking dinner because even though it’s been a long day for you, it’s been an even longer day for the poor Detective. And the last thing he needed to come home to was a stressed out girlfriend. “Hey, Gav? What do you want for dinner?” You called out from the kitchen, hand resting on the countertop with a finger idly tapping away in thought because you hadn’t prepared anything earlier. “Don’t worry about dinner” Gavin said as he rounded the corner into the kitchen, making you jump ten feet in the air. Again, making him chuckle at your reaction. “Ran you a bubble bath. Go relax. I’ll handle tonight.” Had your hand not been resting on the countertop, you would’ve fainted at the offer. All this time Gavin had prepared you a bubble bath while you were tidying up your papers, despite his own long-ass day. How the hell did you get so lucky to have him? How the hell did people not see that he was such a kind man beneath his rough exterior? “I… but what about dinner?” “I’ll order pizza. Now go. Water’s gettin’ cold.” You stared at him just a moment longer before the relief washed over your body and your shoulders sagged, hand sliding off the bench. “Sounds good.” You softly murmured before walking up to him and pressing a kiss against his cheek. You didn’t see it as you made your way to the bathroom, but Gavin had a stupid smile on his face. He may not show it in all the right ways, but he was head over heels for you. He fucking worshipped the ground you walked on. You were that softness he needed in the world of cruelty he was exposed to either by his job or his own damn actions. You soaked in the bath for a good long while – or until your stomach started growling loudly and ruined the mental aesthetic you had going on. The last thing you expected Gavin to do was run you a bath, much less a bubble bath. Just add it to one of the many things you loved about him. Like it was said, he doesn’t show his love or appreciation in normal ways. But the massage, the bubble bath, the taking over the evening’s plans so you can relax despite his own long and stressful day… those were the ways he shows he cares. It wasn’t long before you were snug in your pyjama’s and followed the scent of Pizza that sat on the coffee table, Gavin patiently waiting for you to join him before he began eating. You hated that he does that, he needs to eat. No need to wait for you. But then again, you adored that he had some gentlemanly values. Because, looking at him (or with your first impression of him), you thought he lacked them entirely. There was a bottle of water waiting for you too, as sweet as Gavin was to take everything into consideration, it made you feel even more guilty because he’s had a long day and you haven’t even asked about his day, or how he was going! You quietly sat down and took your half of the cardboard box that had your pizza on it. “Hey. You’re gonna make a great Nurse one day.” Glancing over to him, you saw the sincerity in his grey eyes. He 100% believed in you. No doubts. Your eyes quickly shifted to the kitchen table before glancing back at Gavin again. He’s right. You can do this. You’ll do it for him. A gentle smile spread across your face, blush lightly tinging your cheeks. “Thank you, Gavin. For everything.” “Hey, c’mon now. How many times have I come home late or pulled an all-nighter? It’s the least I could do. Besides. You got no idea how hot you’re gonna look in your uniform.” “They’ll be scrubs Gavin. Not the 1950s get-up.” “Still gonna look hot babe. And ‘m still gonna rip ‘em off you.” You chuckled softly at the underlining compliment before moving a little closer to him on the couch, resting against his arm. To which he moved it slightly so you could rest in the crook of his side while you ate. “I mean it Y/N. You’re gonna be great and I’m so proud of you.”  

[jay-and-dean]

Captive Chapter 3 : “Breathe angel”

gif by @justjensenanddean

_Dean x Reader_

Summary :

Dean Winchester is an enemy.

Every man of letters and hunters are enemies.

During the Great Purge in Europe, when every european Men of Letters allied to eradicate monsters once and for all, using hunters as their cold-blooded hounds, long before the BMOL took an interest in USA, they killed my mother, and made me go through hell. I killed so many of them I lost count, and lived a life on the run. Until one day I heard about American Men of Letters extinction, and decided to try and find peace there.

That was without counting on the exile of some BMOL, and the existence of the two best hunters of the world.The fisrt time I saw Sam Winchester, I almost killed him, and Dean has me now…

He is going to kill me, right ?

***CAPTIVE MASTERLIST***

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Future warnings : Violence and captivity, Swearing, Angst, Fluff, Smut.

Chapter Warnings : Anxiety Attack, Angst, Fluff, Smut. 

Words : 8k

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“Breathe angel”

 Dean's Pov

           "Alright Sammy" I say on the phone, putting Baby's keys on the table. "I'll ask Jody if she can check if Ketch had rent somewhere. Yeah. Be safe."

I hung up and smile. We won this round, now she have to tell me if she knows something about some tapes. According to my brother, they might be the key to understanding who Y/n is and why they want her back so bad -beside the fact that she'll kill them all-. But my brother just knows tapes exist, not what they have in.

           Lazily walking in the bunker, I sigh when I realize I look forward seeing her more than take a fresh beer, as I usually do coming home.

           Something's wrong, the door is opened. My heart racing, I take my gun and enter the dungeon, pushing the doors slowly.

           The cuffs she had on her feet are open. She left, or were taken.

Reader's Pov

             Ignore the pain, Y/n. Just ignore it like you did a thousand times.

           I feel like I'm falling endlessly. I'm fast, always have. I run almost twice faster than an average girl my age would. But my body is so painful I'd rather die now.

           Run, Y/n. This is the last chance. Last chance to be free, and come back to your former life... Let the rain fall on your eyes and let the night hide you... Be the beast they say you are. Be stealth and deadly. Just run further, faster.

           I feel the stitches break and my wounds open but I keep running as fast as I can.

           I feel my bones hurt and the thorns cut my bare feet but I keep throwing my legs forward.

           I feel exhaustion beating my muscles but I keep fleeing like a predator was after me.

           I feel my lungs scream but I still run faster.

           I think about Dean and the radiant smile I'll never see on his face...

           I feel my heart shatter and I fall and my knees.

           Putting my hands on my mouth I try not to make a sound when my soul is suddenly aching so bad, I have trouble breathing. A simple idea made me fail and fall : Being far from him. My body just doesn't want to run from him... Torn between lonely freedom and captivity with him, I can't move anymore. The world is crashing down and nothing means anything anymore. No certainty. No goal.

           I can't breathe.

           I can't breathe.

           I can't breathe at all.

Dean's pov

             The main door was open and I just ran outside, thinking she would probably go through the forest to hide, if she ran away by herself... I run not knowing where I'm going, getting lost in the forest, following the track of an unknown monster, but not to hunt her down this time, to save her if she needs it.

           Please be alive Y/n, please be alone. Please let me get you. Don't be dead I'm begging you. I hurt you so bad Y/n, more than you probably deserve, I weaken you so much, now you're defenseless and if they got you it will be because of me.

           Suddenly I hear a sound. A strange painful sound, like a wounded animal and I run toward it. As I come closer, I recognize the voice of someone fighting to breathe, like something were strangling their throat. I run even faster.

           When I see her, on the floor, kneeling and holding her chest, her breathing screaming loudly in each inhale, I don't think and let my knees fall on the floor beside her.

"Hey, Y/n, look at me, what's wrong ?" I take her head in my hands and see she has nothing around her neck. "Breathe. Y/n..." I half panic but she abruptly clings to my arms.

She's breathing like she had the fear of her life or worse, her throat whistle, her lips are turning blue.

"Hey, hey. Y/n ! Calm down, breathe. Please. Please look at my mouth" I take a slow inhale and breathe out making a "o" with my lips.

She tries, she really does. Staring at my face she concentrates, but her lungs seem crushed. Her big terrified eyes are blue now, her face close to mine and she looks so vulnerable. It's like she was begging me, calling for me with her wet, trembling eyes.

           I don't know what to do, she needs to breathe. Her nails are digging my skin through my flannel. Her eyes never leaving mine, so close to me.

           I kiss her and she stops panicking.

           I just put my lips on hers like I wanted to give her my hair... and it just works.

           The instant her throat stops whistling, I take my lips away from hers to check on her face. She lets her head fall on my chest and breathe heavily. I don't move, panting myself from the myriad of emotions I just went through.

           She wraps her arms around me and I take her head in my hands, sitting on my ankles. When the rain makes me shiver I take her closer, like I wanted to keep her warm.

"What happened ?" I ask low.

But she doesn't answer, she just squeezes me a little more.

             She doesn't talk. During the long walk to the bunker, she doesn't say a word, and doesn't try to run. Her eyes are lost, she's thinking, wondering maybe. I keep my arm around her back and guide her because she doesn't even look at where she's going. Her eyes are still blue, searching an invisible answer in the night.

           She doesn't talk when I guide her mechanically to the dungeon. I put her cuffs back and I notice my hands are shaking. Her dripping hair are sticking to her face and her eyes keep their blue tint but they're staring at me now, like the answer is written on my face.

"Y/n... You can't run away" I say with doubt mix with bitterness in my unsure voice. "You ca..."

She looks down and I notice a bit of blood on that flannel she wears.

"Don't move" I say sadly.

But as turn to go to my room to take a new flannel, emotions overflow me and a tsunami of rage makes my blood run cold. She could have died.

"Why would you do this... I mean we're trying to help you here, Sam, he... I-I thought they caught you..." I mumble gritting my teeth.

I turn around and she's still looking down, with those blue eyes I hate so much... Because they remind me of Michael, or because they remind me she's not a human being.

"I should put that collar back on you" I say coldly. "I was out trying to defend you... I was... I should put that FUCKING COLLAR BACK ON YOUR NECK !" I finally lose my temper.

"I'm a..." she whispers.

"WHAT ?" I keep yelling. "WHAT ARE YOU ? TELL ME !"

"I'm a prisoner..." she winces. "We try to run away."

"YOU'RE A MONSTER !" I yell pointing at her.

A unique big tear falls from her eye and her lips tremble. I can't take it, I can't stand being close to her and leave the room.

           My hands on my face, I lean against the wall. I hate the mess I'm feeling. Shit. After a few minutes, I sigh and go to my bedroom, then to the bathroom.

           When I come back she didn't move, sitting on that mattress like a fucking slave. My heart sinks. I just can't think straight. I hate her and hate hating her, but I hate treating her like an animal… I’m so confused inside my head.

           I kneel in front of her and try not to think about that strand of her hair sticking to her cleavage. I undo one more button to see the cuts on her chest : they faded a lot, but the deeper part is bleeding a bit. I see her heart beating strongly, and feel it when I put the cotton wool on her skin.  She's still looking down, her eyes slowly losing their unnatural blue shade.

           As I brush her skin, my hand accidentally opens another button and reveals more than it should. I can see the beautiful curve of her naked breasts almost to her nipples... I should look away. I just can't. My eyes roam to her wet throat and my hand linger too long on her skin.

           She takes a shaky breath but I don't dare looking up at her face. When I notice a scar next to her heart, I brush it with my index finger, letting the cotton wool fall. Her heart beats my hand with force. Before I can think, I flatten my hand to feel it. My fingers star moving by themselves, shyly caressing her skin, pushing the fabric. Her sweet nipple appears and I can't hold back a strangled sigh, she's just something else. With a trembling fingers, I brush it and she squeezes her thighs.

Shit.

           I bend and half bite half kiss the soaked skin at the base of her throat. Having my mouth tasting her makes me dizzy, and for an moment I don’t care what she is or that she could kill me now, just break my neck like I saw her do… She stays silent but her breathing fasten. My hand takes her breast fully and I moan against her skin.

           Only then I dare to look at her face, she's flushed and her eyes are on me, piercing me. I kiss her throat again, letting my tongue surreptitiously taste her skin. My other hand comes up to push her hair away and let me access to the skin below her ear, she lets her head fall backward and rubs her knees one against the other.

           I'm hard as steel but it's not my own body that has my attention right now. I'm lost on her. I crash my lips on hers and immediately claims entrance. She opens her mouth and my tongue feasts on her.

           She doesn’t move, maybe she doesn’t dare, her hands on her knees she lets me kiss her like I had wanted to for years, and she lets my hand knead her soft breast and tease her nipples.

           I come closer, opening her legs to have them on each side of me, and my hand opens her flannel completely to roam her body. She moans in my mouth and I start panting. Everything is so intense I don’t realize what I’m doing, until my knee bangs on the chain… then my brain starts to scream.

           What if she lets me do this because she is afraid ? Or because she thinks she doesn’t have a choice ? What am I doing ? This is rape, I mean she is chained against her will. Shit. Have I lost my damn mind ? This is twisted and sick…

           I break the kiss and take my hands away, panting because of arousal as much as panic. She looks at me and still doesn’t dare to move, she must be terrified.

“I’m so…” I can’t finish my sentence, I hate my own voice right now. “There.”

I give her the clean flannel, one of mine this time. Then I get up trying not to look at her.

           In the kitchen, I stay straight, my two hands on the counter, eyes closed. I came here to bring her something to eat but the tent on my pants is very embarrassing and painful. I have to think about anything else, try to calm down, but nothing seems to work and her moan is playing on repeat in my head.

           My heart pounding with guilt, I slip my hand in my pants and rub my cock with a strong will to think about the last porn I watched or the last girl I slept with. But as my right hand grabs my cock, I think about how it was on her breast minutes ago, how her nipple harden noticeably between my fingers. When I start to stroke it, I try to think about that time Jenny or what-was-her-name-again invited her roommate to join us, but my sick brain create a scene where she is the one slipping her hand in my boxers and I forget about the roommates and porn or trying to be quiet.

 Reader’s Pov

             Curled up on the mattress, my nose on the collar of the flannel, I smell his scent. What is happening to me ? I met strong beautiful men before, had sex with some of them, but it never had that effect on me. It’s like he was crack or heroin and I just can’t stay away from him. That guy, Chris, from that bar in New York, he was handsome, maybe even more than Dean, certainly more than Dean, a true work of art ; but he never made me become a confused teenager like that, captivated and obsessed…

           Maybe it is boredom. Maybe not seeing other people is making me crazy and when I finally go back to my former life I find a hundred Deans. And then maybe I forget about his lips on mine…

           It is strange to have wetness between my legs right now. I mean I’m still a prisoner… Rubbing my thighs together I try to ease the need, but his smell is covering me and the delicious sound of his moan comes back constantly like an echo.

           When he finally comes back, I take my nose out of the flannel but don’t dare moving more. He barely looks at me, putting a plate in front of me with a homemade burger. It smells really good.

“Hope you like it” he says like he was shy. “Do you want water, a coke or a beer ?”

I smile thinking about a joke that would compare him to a fast-food employee, but I keep it to myself and stare at him like I needed to have my fix.

“I wouldn’t say no to a beer…”

“Okay. Do you need anything else ?” he says still avoiding my  face.

“Did you already eat ?” I ask, casting my eyes down.

“No. My plate is in the library” he says and I think of what I saw when I left the dungeon : the beautiful library and those huge rooms…

“Could you… Forget it” I give up.

“Tell me” he insists, looking back at me for the first time.

“I’m just tired of being alone all the time…”

           He doesn’t answer and leaves. Just when my heart drops at the idea of not seeing him for hours and hours, he comes back, his plate in one hand and two fresh beers in the other. He seats in front of me, handing me a bottle.

“This is uncomfortable, you need a table” he grunts when he can’t place his plate on his knees with enough stability.

Then silence falls again. I play with my beer, not daring to take a sip before he does. He takes a big bite of the burger, I watch him chew, his jaw moving, his lips greasy.

“You don’t like burgers ?” he says as I don’t touch mine, engrossed in looking at him.

“Yeah, yeah… Thank you” I say taking the plate. “Thank you” I repeat, thinking about what happened in the forest.

           The burger is delicious, he really made it good, with fried onions and bacon. When a drop of sauce falls on his flannel I’m wearing I wince and mutter apologies.

“It’s okay” he says. “You just don’t know how to eat properly I see.”

Saying that he takes another huge bite and a piece of bacon falls on his pants. He looks at me with an amused look, almost childish and I can’t hold a soft shy laugh.

“Y/n…” he says and for an unknown reason my heart races. “Do you know anything about tapes ?”

“Tapes ?”

He nods.

“No… Why ?”

“Sammy thinks we have to find tapes…” he states. “Are you sure you never heard of tapes ? This could be really helpful to understand why the Men of Letters are ready to die to catch you.”

I look down and put my burger on the plate.

“I’m a monster, they’re monster hunters. That’s it, Dean…”

“No. There’s more I know it…”

             The next day Dean comes back after his shower, hair still wet and the delicious smell of his soap all over him. He checks on my wounds and smile when he sees they’re almost healed.

“I’m going to the grocery store, do you need something ? Girl thing ?Anything ?” he asks tiredly.

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll run away ? If you tell me when you’re gone ?”

“No, I know you won’t go anywhere” he says and I can’t look at him while he searches my face.

           Twenty-seven. It’s the number of opportunities I had to run away since that time I did, a few days ago. Dean is more and more imprudent, leaving the room when I shower and not closing the donjon door when he went out to bring a little table. But almost all of these opportunities would have involve hurting him, and I can’t resolve to that.

           The cuffs on my feet are hurting me but I never tell him, because I can see the guilt he can’t digest for beating me so bad. And I realized his feelings are important to me…

           He’s not as stupid or violent as I thought. He even seems to live up to his reputation. I learned a lot about him these days : Dean is worried all the time, for everything and everyone ; he feels guilty easily and he is loyal. He likes comfort and cleanliness. He's shy when he hears something nice... Maybe not all hunters are the same…

           Each time he opens those doors my heart races, and each time he goes it’s like everything went dark and freezing. I still wash with his soap and I use his shampoo too, to have at least his smell on me when he leaves me alone.

           Maybe he’ll kill me when Sam comes back, but I don’t really care. I was ready to die and now if it could be by his hand, at least he would be the last person I see…

             “Here” he says handing me a beer and sitting next to me on the mattress. “Sam is coming back soon. He has the tapes.”

I look at him in disbelief mixed with pure fear. What does it mean ? Will Dean abandon me from now on ? What is on those damn tapes ?

“Ketch had hidden them in Great Britain. Sam can’t fly from London to here because they’re watching airports since he robbed those tapes. He’ll take several trains to lose them before he can take a plane…” he says looking at you.

He’s so close now, I can feel heat radiate from him, and I’m very aware of how my hand could touch his thigh if it moved just a little bit.

“How did you escaped from them all those years ?” he asks and the secret answer escape from my mouth.

“Boats” I say. “In holds, between goods most of the time” I simply say ignoring the fact that now I couldn’t run from him that easily if I had to.

“Must have been hell…” he says for himself taking a sip of his beer. “You really don’t know what you are ?”

I shake my head and my eyes land on the freckles around his nose.

“But you know what you can do or not… Like, do you have powers like telekinesis or things like that ?”

I shake my head again. Then he doesn’t dare to ask another question, even if I know he has a thousand. I look at his profile while he lets his head on the wall, his Adam’s apple catching my eyes. If his plan was to seduce the truth out of me, he’s succeeding.

“I’m resistant and tough. I need to eat less, to sleep less. I can bear really high and low temperatures. I’m faster and my reflexes are better." As I speak he looks at me with kindness and a ounce of gratitude. "I learn faster too, I can read a book in an hour and keep it in mind almost entirely for days. I’m immune against every virus but I can get sick if I’m infected by bacteria. I heal not only faster but better, most of my scars finally disappear entirely. My heart can slow until almost stopping for hours when my body needs it and my heartbeats can go up to 280 beats per minutes. I don’t have period, or cramps or sore muscle. My blood gives some of those abilities to whom drinks it for a few days… And I see in the dark” I say, my eyes in his.

           I never told this to anyone, this is the guide to kill or control me. This is dangerous. I just gave Dean everything that could end me.

“Maybe they want your blood, to be stronger” he thinks out loud.

“No, they don’t know that. I kept as much as I could from them…”

“So they trained you to make you even stronger ?” he says turning a bit to face me.

“Yep…”

There is something in his eyes. Kindness or something else. An expression I’ve never seen in my life… Something beautifully soothing, warm and definitely rare.

           When he bends to catch my lips, my heart stops for a second, astonished.

           He gently caresses my skin with his, very slowly, like he was afraid of something or extremely shy. And I stay perfectly still, terrified that he could just run away like he did last time. I don’t breathe, I don’t talk, I just focus on him.

           The plumb flesh of his lips kisses mine hesitantly once and twice. But doubt creeps on his face once again and he doesn’t allow his mouth to meet mine a third time. I’m craving, I’m dying to touch him and hear him moan again…

           So I do the only thing I know when it comes to intimacy : give people what I think they want to keep them from leaving me…

           I put my hand on his knee and start stroking it slowly. He looks at me with a new expression on his perfect face : surprise ; and I bite my lower lip, craving for his breath against my skin. I go up his leg and I can see his face flush a bit.

           When my hand lands on his crotch, he puts his on it.

“Y/n…” he says, searching my eyes.

But I bend and nibble at his jaw, teeth and tongue, my hand moving lightly on his crotch. He half sighs half moans, closing his eyes tight like he was trying to concentrate, to resist maybe.

“Y/n, don’t” he tries in a whisper.

I take his hand on mine with my free one and put it on my breast, making him squeeze it a bit while I keep nibbling at the skin below his ear.

           I know I’m making him crazy, this is what I want. I want him to need me. I need him to stay with me, to touch me. I need that third kiss and to see that warm thing in his eyes that makes me believe in life.

           I let go his hand to open his belt and he lets me do it despite a muttered “shit” falling from his mouth. His palm never leave my chest, exploring it, shyly opening another button to reach my skin.

           He’s hard. My hand seems small on his boxers covered length and a burning desire makes my hand work in synchrony with my mouth : The more my hand rubs him, the more my mouth is wet and greedy. It's like I could never have enough of him, of his manly smell, of the muscle moving in his jaw, of what he is and especially who he is : simply Dean Winchester.

           His eyes are still closed and he pants, mouth agape, when I decide to rob that third kiss.

“Y/n” he says against my lips, tickling me with his breath. “Don’t do that… I won’t be able to stop. I can’t…”

He cuts his sentence with a low moan when I takes the head of his cock through the fabric and rub my thumb on it where I know it’s good.

           He opens his eyes and their expression is mixed with a new one, a one I already seen : Lust. It suits him so well I feel those sweatpants I wear becoming damp under me.

           He looks right in my eyes now and I see a light threatening smirk appear on the side of his mouth. He abruptly pushes me on the mattress and I gasp when I fall on it.

           His strong hand takes my knees and open them widely but he doesn’t come between them like I thought, and hoped, he would. Instead he keeps my upper body down with a strong hand and slips the other inside the grey, wet sweatpants.

           This is happening so fast, I don’t have time to think about how I want him to take me here and now, or about that sweet unknown expression on his face. I don’t have time to realize I’m overwhelmed by my feelings as much as desire.

           He reaches my pussy and rubs his index and middle fingers on it, soaking them. I moan loudly, incapable of holding back the intense pleasure.

“You’re soaked” he whispers bending on me to kiss my throat and bite it.

I can’t answer anything as his fingers slip inside me without any warning. This time my back arches and a low scream escapes. I’m already squeezing his fingers like crazy, on the edge like he had prepared me for hours when he is so fast.

“D-Dean…” I beg.

But he starts thrusting his fingers deep and tough and my voice gets lost.

           I want to catch his face to kiss him but my fists are closed, one around his arm, moving with every thrust of his large hand, one around the fabric of my pants, like I could cling to it.

           Without my consent, my hips lift, pushed upward by my legs, and allow a new angle. He goes so deep I can feel him in my belly... and my own body comes down to my fucking belly right now.

“Shit” he grunts, biting my throat eagerly. “Touch me… Please...”

I let go of his arm and slip my hand in his pants again, not able to do much more, to go inside his boxers or to have a comfortable angle. I clumsily stroke him through the fabric but the roughness of his ministration send me to an unfocused blur ecstasy.

           I can't focus on anything but his fingers inside of me, touching places only some dicks brushed occasionally. My feet are digging in the mattress, keeping my hips high, my thighs sweaty and contracted. I'm dizzy and I feel the most powerful orgasm I ever had coil in each of my cells. Yet I'm still fully clothed...

           Dean doesn't move, only his strong arms is shaken by the powerful thrusts he inflicts me. I can't touch him anymore, and yet I would love nothing more than to take care of him, to make him scream and come. But I'm shaken by a pleasure so intense it is almost painful.

"D-D-Dean..." I exhale more than I call, my hand still rubbing his cock absent-mindedly.

"Shit..." he groans. "Look at you... Fuck !" he pants.

           When he moves his wrist to reach impossibly deeper inside me, I come hard. My heart stops for a second as my soul seems to leave my body, then he starts beating like crazy, and my pussy throbs so hard around his fingers it almost hurts how strong and hard they are.

           My sweat seems suddenly so cold, and my own wetness is tickling my ass cheeks, still up to meet him.

"Fuck..." he pants and I finally manage to look at him.

He's far away, lost in his own trance, visibly on the verge of coming. He's beautiful. In fact, he is the most beautiful thing I ever seen, his tongue between his teeth, sweat making his hair stick to his forehead, those green eyes...

           For a second he keeps his fingers inside me, and when he takes them out, he looks at them for a second, like he was hesitating. He's lost, burning and craving for release, it's my time to take care of him...

           I sit, even if I still can feel him inside, and take the belt of his jeans in my two hands. I want to taste him, I need to. I take his pants and underwear down just enough free his cock and wrap my hand around it, my mouth watering. Before I taste him, I need to kiss him. I suddenly feel like I can't breathe if it is not inside his mouth. So I do.

           But when our body meet, and his chest comes close to mine, he takes my jaw in his hand, not crushing it painfully like he once did, but still roughly to keep kissing me.

           I know he still hates me, it must be hard to want me... So he bites me more than he kisses me, and scratches me more than he caresses me, but it doesn't matter as long as he touches me.

           He takes a handful of my hair and pulls my head back to bite my neck.

"Please Dean, let me taste you..." I beg, not even realizing how submissive that sounds, it's just the truth.

"Shit..." he says like my sentence was stroking his cock already. "Why do you do this to me ?" he blames me angrily.

"I... Dean"

He's biting hard and I can feel burning marks appearing on my neck and throat. I can't move, his hand is still holding me by the hair ; so I take his cock in my hand. It twitches instantly.

"What are you..." he almost pleads, letting his head fall on my shoulder.

           After only a few movements of my hand, he takes it away and puts it under my back, taking the other as well. He pushes me again and I fall on the mattress, this time with his strong hand holding my wrist behind my back. I moan.

           Not letting go of my arms he pulls brutally on his sweatpants I'm wearing and throws it through the room, he takes my thigh and lift it, immediately lining with my entrance.

"Yes..." I moan when I feel the tip of him.

My back hurts for laying on my hands and one of his but I don't care.

           His first thrust is curt and makes me arch in a silent scream. His knees on the floor, he starts fucking me into the mattress and my eyes roll inside my head.

"Yes, yes !" I half scream half beg when he bends to continue marking my neck.

I want to touch him so bad, to hold him close but his powerful and angry hand won't let me, so I take what he gives me.

           It doesn't last. After only a few thrusts he starts shaking and my toes curl. I try to keep my cool, to see and feel him come. But once again my all senses are on his hips banging on me, his cock inside of me, my walls stretching to welcome him the best I can. I try to wrap my legs around him but his thrusts are too sharp and my body is too lost.

"Y/n..." he moans in my ear and my heart flutters because he's still with me, not far away in some fantasy.

           Then he comes, groaning on my neck, filling me up like no one ever did ; and finally feeling him letting go triggers another orgasm in me. The last thing I can hear are his whines when my walls clench him really hard.

 Dean's Pov

             I look in the mirror and hate what I see. My fingers still smell like her and I want to keep them that way. I would if I wasn't feeling so bad, if I wasn't so disgusted with myself. I wash my hands and they're shaking.

           I wanted her, I took what I wanted. This is sick. Maybe I hurt her again, even if I didn't... This is... Sam has to come home or I'm going mad.

           I can't sleep. Turning in my bed I think of her on that mattress and that suddenly sounds like sex slavery and rape. I hate myself. Her back arching is haunting me, her mouth opening to scream when her red throat doesn't allow any sound to come out... She's alone in the dark, she even refused to take a shower tonight... She's alone in the dark, my cum still dripping from... Shit !

           I get up and start running, like it could change anything. When I open the doors with a heavy noise, she slightly jumps.

"Y/n..." I'm suddenly shy. "I..."

She straighten and smile warmly.

"I didn't use protection... And I know for sure you're not on pill..." I pant without really realizing it, a stifling fear in my chest.

"Don't worry" she shrugs. "As I told you : No period, no ovulation. So no pregnancy."

"Oh..." I breathe, even more angry at myself.

Should I believe her ?

"Believe me" she says as she could read my thoughts. "I'm a monster, remember ?"

Her smile is sad for a second.

"You can go back to sleep, Dean..."

"I'm sorry" I say like it meant something.

She doesn't say anything and I have trouble leaving now, looking at her beautiful face, her messy hair I pulled, the love bites I marked on her neck...

"Do you want a blanket ? Are you sure about that shower ?"

"Nah, I'm okay. Go to sleep, don't worry about me. Tomorrow you offer me breakfast and that shower" she smiles.

           I want to kiss her right now. I want to sleep here on this mattress and I also want to yell at her. But I go back to my room and try to think about anything else but her. After an hour, I get up and pick a full bottle of whiskey, take it to bed, and drink it until I pass out.

           I'm still a little drunk when I get up and I think it helps a bit. I bring her breakfast, with coffee and eggs and stay to eat with her because she asked.

"Why do you eat so slowly ?" I ask when I see her play with her food.

"I'm sorry Dean, I really don't like eggs" she smiles kindly.

"Who doesn't like eggs ?" I fake shock.

"Maybe monsters..." she sighs looking down.

           Each time she gets out of the dungeon she seems enthralled, this time is no exception. When she enters the bathroom she dares talking.

"Where am I ?" she tries.

I shouldn't answer but she trusted me with so much secrets.

"You wouldn't like the answer" I say turning my back on her to let her take her clothes off.

I can see her flannel on the chair in my peripheral vision and I think about her body and...

"Why ?" she cuts my thoughts.

"This is the American Men of Letters bunker... Sammy and I... We are legacy."

Silence. She doesn't move or talk.

"Y/n ?"

"Is this..." her voice is shaking and she seems terrified all of a sudden. "Is all this an plan ?"

"What ?" I frown.

"Are you manipulating me from the start, Dean ?" I can hear tears on her throat.

"What ? No, no... We are legacy but we don't..."

"Shit ! Were they watching when you were fucking me ? Where they recording ? Are they here right now ?" she cries now.

I turn around and she's naked and crying, her beautiful body covered with marks I left there, love bites and light bruises.

"No, no Y/n. I'm not..." I try to reach her but she flinches.

"Don't touch me !" she yells with tears rolling down her cheeks. "I knew they would use everything against me ! I should have known you where too kind to be true !"

"Too kind ? Y/n I broke your face and your ribs ! Shit what did they do to you..."

I come closer even if she seems so frightened, when the wall is behind her, she can't go back more and I wrap my arms around her trembling body. She really think I could have seduced her and have had sex with her for them ? In front of a camera of whatever ? Shit what did they do for her to think somebody could go that far.

"Don't touch me, I trusted you..." she sobs.

"Listen, Y/n. Listen to me" I take her face in my two hands. "I'm not a Man of Letters. I don't work with them. My grandfather was but you already know every one of them died a long time ago. Sammy and I just inherited this place... We had no home... This..."

Hearing this she clings to me, taking me in her arms, flattening her sweet breasts on my chest.

“Do you swear you’re not working with them ?”

"I can be brutal and stupid and unfair, but I'm not sly or wicked. I would never abuse you. You hear me ?"

As I kiss her forehead she relaxes a bit.

"We are alone" I whisper stroking her hair. "Nobody's watching or manipulating you. Sammy will be back soon, he will have answers. I'll protect you okay ?"

She nods and nuzzles on my chest.

"Will you let me protect you ?"

She nods again.

"No one will ever do whatever they did to you again" I whisper smelling her hair.

Then she lifts her head to search my face and, keeping her in my arms, I bend to kiss her.

           She returns the kiss and my heart races again. Stroking her back I savor her naked skin under my fingers. Her hands go up to my shoulders then she brushes the skin of my neck, trying to have a little more access to my skin.

           I take my flannel off, eager to feel her hands on me, and my t-shirt right away. She looks at me and I suddenly feel a little insecure. Her fingers draw the contours of my tattoo and linger on my chest. What does she thinks of me ? She looks at all my scars, taking her time, biting her lips from time to time, and when she brushed the freckles on my shoulder, she smiles and then bends to leave a soft, shy, sensual kiss on my chest.

           I kiss her again, nice and slow. Crushing my body on hers to feel her as much as I can, my hands roaming her body, discovering the curve of her lower back.

           She wraps her legs around me and her chest is suddenly closer to my face. I kiss her breasts and she lets her hands through my hair, scratching my scalp slightly with her nails.

           When I take a nipple in my mouth she moans and keeps my face on her skin with both hands. She taste so good and she's so soft, still trembling a little. Big tears rolling on her throat from her sobs a few minutes ago.

“I want you…” I whisper kissing her chest. “But you can say no anytime.”

“I want you” she states with a velvety voice.

Keeping her against me with one arm, I open my belt and she makes it difficult by keeping kissing me, her hungry hands scratching my neck so softly.

           My pants falls on my thighs, stuck by my slightly spread legs, and I push my boxers down hastily. I can’t wait to be inside her.

           I rub the tip of my cock at her entrance, wondering if I need to prepare her, but she is so wet… With her strong thighs she pushes down, surprising me. I moan while her tight pussy slowly swallows me little by little, as her juice progressively soak me.

           I’m sweating already, keeping my head straight to kiss her fervidly. But when I bottom out, staying still for a moment, she can’t kiss me back. Her mouth open, she lets her head rest on my forehead, breathing heavily.

“You okay ?” I pant and she nods with her eyes closed.

After less than a minute she opens her eyes and looks at me intensely.

“Take me, Dean” she commands.

           My two hands come to her ass and I start thrusting, slowly at first. She mewls, clinging to my neck, making noises that could make me come alone ; no screams or exaggerated sounds, just desperate, low moans and whimpers.

           My hunger grows with her beautiful reactions so I start to thrust harder. Her ass bangs on the wall and she tries to kiss me, lazily caressing my tongue with hers.

           Maybe it is pleasure, maybe it is another emotion that makes her eyes turn blue again. She must feel it because she closes them.

“Look at me, Y/n. Don’t close your eyes…”

She shakes her head but I let go of her right thigh to cup her face.

“Look at me…” I insist and she opens her eyes. “You’re beautiful.”

           A small tear falls from the corner of her eye while she stares at me like I had changed her life. She lets her head fall back on the wall and moans.

“Dean…”

This is ruining me for every other girls. I bend and kiss every inch of skin I can, her mouth, her jaw, her nose, her cheeks.

           Then it all becomes blurry again, my cock twitches inside her, her thighs keep me deep, can barely move in and out anymore, so I roll my hips  and grab her side, my thumb under her breast;

“Y/n…” I groan when my orgasm hits my without warning, triggered by the violent spasms of her body and walls.

           I cum deep inside her, her legs not allowing me to withdraw at all, her arms squeezing me like I could disappear any moment.

           I pant in her neck while she whispers my name between kisses.

 Reader’s Pov

             Coming out of the shower I feel a punch of disappointment hit me in the guts : He’s not here. I know he is not far, I’m just so addicted it hurts when he’s not where I thought he would be.

“Here” he appears with a fresh towel. “This one is warm, it just came out of dryer.”

           While I wrap it around me, he quickly kisses my shoulder. I’m in heaven now.

“Y/n, I need you to promise me something angel” I can see the nickname just slip from his mouth, surprising him as much as me. “Tell me you won’t run away.”

I look at him with hesitation, not that I would, but what does he mean ?

“Y/n please give me your word. I need it.”

“I won’t” I say. “I’m staying to know what Sam found, and you say you would protect me.”

           He smiles and puts a soft kiss on my lips.

“I have to stop kissing you eventually” he smiles.

I think I am in love with him…

             When he took me by the hand to lead me to the kitchen, I was shaking like crazy. I mean, this is so new to me, thrusting someone. This place is so huge it made me dizzy, I only knew cells and tiny hovel, I could get lost in this palace.

           When he asked me what I wanted to eat, and made me look in the fridge, I was still shaking, I really didn’t know, no one ever asked me to help myself in their home. We ate pastas because that’s what I like the most, and he let me cook a sauce because he didn’t know anything else than mac and cheese. He talked about his encounter with the Men of Letters and about how they found this place, I listened in awe.

           But it is when he took me to a bedroom, telling me I could sleep here, that I almost cried. He asked me what I wanted to do and I just answered that I didn’t want to be alone, so he took his laptop, a two beers, and laid on the bed, with his laptop on his legs.

“I’m sorry, I have researches to do before Sammy comes back. Do you want a book ?”

I shook my head and lay beside him, trying not to look at him too much, focusing on his smell and his presence.

           Here I am now, my head on the pillow, watching him look for locations and read the newspapers, smiling for myself in the half-light, high on him, confident enough to drift in sleep.

             I wake up alone, but Dean’s smell is everywhere around. I get up and notice clothes on a chair that wasn’t there yesterday. My clean jeans and panties next to a new flannel of his, a red one. I put them on and decide to leave to look for him, hesitating a brief moment before I pass the door, is it allowed ?

           I almost get lost in the hallway, but I finally find my way to the library. Everything is empty. The high room is vertiginous, and the ceiling is like a sky to me.

           The front door opens in a loud creaking. I can hear footsteps going down the stairs and Sam appears in the library. He doesn’t see me at first, as I am perfectly still. He put a large suitcase down and sighs.

           When his eyes fall on me he immediately takes his gun out to target me.

“DEAN ?” he calls and I lift my hands. “DEAN ?”

Dean comes running and stops next to me.

“No, no, no… It’s okay Sammy” he says coming in front of me.

Sam seems so surprised, he lower his gun but bent his head looking at me.

“What…” he says not really aiming anyone.

“I trust her” Dean just says.

My heart is beating fast.

“You got the tapes ?” he asks casually but Sam can’t take his eyes off of me.

“What happened ?” Sam stares at me.

“She won’t run away… She needs our protection Sam” he says not looking at me.

“So you became besties ?” his brother half joke.

“Depends on what you have” he insists still not looking at me.

Sam clear his voice and point at the suitcase.

“According to the number of tapes, I say there is like two hundred hours of film…”

“Shit longer than Game of Thrones” Dean jokes but I can see he is getting nervous.

“There is more than tapes, a whole file about Y/n” Sam states. “I didn’t read it yet, I was busy running, they weren’t happy with me stealing this…”

“Okay, let’s do this” Dean says, taking a tapes player with a projector. “Anyone want popcorn ?”

I start to shake. If this comes from the Men of Letters it can’t be good…

“You okay Y/n ?” Sam asks.

           I didn’t realize I was shaking so hard, my blue eyes reacting to pure fear. When his brother speaks, Dean, who was installing the projector, turns toward me.

“Do you know what is on those tapes ?” Sam asks kindly.

I shake my head and my breathing slightly starts to whistle.

“Hey, hey Y/n, look at me” Dean says coming close.

He wraps his arms around me protectively, his nose on my hair.

“I’m here. Remember ?”

           As I take him by the waist under his opened flannel, I see Sam’s eyes widen.

“Breathe angel… Just breathe.”

***FEEDBACK IS EVERYTHING <3***

@tftumblin @deans-baby-momma @roonyxx @animegirlgeeky

[hobiwonder]

~Showering with ‘love’~ | (m)

genre: smut. pwp. fetish basically. crack??

pairing: jimin x reader

words: 3k+

warnings: blowjob, boob fondling. unprotected sex and other mentions of it. dirty talk. PEEING lmao idfk.

summary: Jimin has weird fetishes and oh; he also drank the recommended amount of water an adult should.

a/n: this is for my freak of a friend @parkmuse and her pEE fetish that i low-key maybe also have web kjerfudjnfbehdknws i know i said this type of stuff be a hard no from me but tbh i’d let all of bts pee on me. i hope you like this bri!!! it probably wasn’t as good or as dirty as u would have liked but i will try and write nastier stuff for my partner in crime who i send all my dirty fantasies to lol kjfdbcuirfckw.n. I hope u like this ily!!!!! -end sappy moment- 

“Holy shit.” The heavy thump of your boyfriend taking a seat on the couch behind you is hardly a new occurrence for you to look back and ask if he’s okay. You were sitting on the floor near the couch, legs criss-crossed while you cut out the letters you had printed out for the poster that you were making for your charity dog wash. There was paper scattered everywhere on the coffee table and you really needed help with cutting out so many different letters and shapes and needed to make it interesting enough to catch the attention of the tens of kids who were usually out with their parents and dogs in the dog park near your flat.

But of course, Jimin had decided to go to the studio and practice with Hoseok and Jungkook for the charity event that you were holding.

“What now?” eyes never wavering while you tried to pristinely cut along the bold lines and not horribly mess up. You weren’t the best at with scissors let’s just say that. Jimin is still heaving behind you, probably doused in sweat and looking very much the walking temptation he is but you really needed to focus. The charity event was this weekend and you had so many more posters to make. And they all had to be handmade as well because it just seemed more authentic to you. Plus, that way people can hopefully tell how much this event meant to you and your boss will have to listen to you and expand the little family owned carwash in to a doggy wash too! Just the thought of working with the little puppers that lived in your neighbourhood had you cooing internally.

“Hoseok hyung is taking thisway too seriously. He made us practice the same move for over 2 hours babe. Two hours!” You know he’s throwing his hands in the air from exasperation without having to look behind you. Hoseok really was a perfectionist and that’s saying something after dating Jimin for almost two years and seeing how meticulous he was with his performances.

“I drank so much water and now I have to go pee but I’m so,” he lets out a loud, exaggerated groan – probably wanting your attention – “so, tired. Babe, look at me.” His cute little whine is what comes next.

Yup, you called it. You knew your boyfriend to the T. And also, you were glad he was drinking actual water for once and not alcohol or a fizzy drink. You put down the little funky ‘G’ you had cut out and finally look back at your pouting and – ugh, slightly stinky – boyfriend.

“I am looking. And smelling,” you’re scrunching your nose at him while you sniff towards his direction and he only kisses the air towards you, shooting you a wink. “Go take a shower you stinky poo.”

“Seriously? Stinky poo? I’m fucking roasted.” He’s shaking his head in mock defeat and you only just roll your eyes at him. You really needed to get this done.

“Well if you’re done roasting then please go shower and come help me with this.” And he’s whining again. What did this boy want?

“Jimin,” you call out his name in a warning while picking up the other shape to get some headway with this poster and maybe scare your cute boyfriend in to getting his supple butt in the shower quickly so he could help.

“Fine.” He drags out the word to probably buy more time and keep laying on the couch but another stern look from you has him scampering up from the couch. “I have to pee anyway. Ugh, I think I’m made of 90% water at this point.”

“Good. Your Sahara desert body probably needs it.” You can hear Jimin scoff from the bedroom while he yells out to you.

“Excuse you but I am always hydrated!”

“Drinking flavoured water doesn’t count!” You yell right back. “It’s practically a fizzy drink.”

“No it’s not!”

“Jimin just shower. Gosh.” You mutter under your breath but can’t help and laugh that he still insists on fighting with you about this topic.

It’s only been about 20 minutes until you hear the shower turn off and out comes Jimin and you could cry from happiness. Finally that turd can help you.

“What took you so long?” You’re gritting out from between your teeth without looking behind you – again. But this time, instead of hearing Jimin answer you, he opts for pressing himself against your back as he settles his legs on either side of you on the floor. You can feel his body heat and tell that he’s shirtless. The cool droplets of water that still clung to his hair fell on to your thin shirt when he nestles his head in the crevice between your neck ended and your shoulder blades started – pressing sweet, cool kisses with his plump lips.

“Jimin,” the word is said in a breath while you try to keep them even, feeling his kisses get wetter and wetter as he drags his lips up and down the length of your throat, threading his hands in your hair to tilt it back as he hums back in response.

“J-Jiminie- I n-need help with… with this.” He seems to be in no rush and neither does your body because it’s melting back in to his own.

“Or you need a break.” His words reverberate against your throat as his hands now decide to slither down towards your breasts, kneading them through your thin blouse. His legs have completely trapped you between them as they surround you – you can barely comprehend anything as it is because the only thing you can count on is you soiling your underwear prematurely and you would rather do that on Jimin’s cock.

But of course he had to always do things his way. It was a good thing you were adventurous too – just enough.

“J-Jimin…. Stop teasing. D-Do it already if you’re going to.” Your voice is breathy and you don’t sound nearly as assertive as you’d hoped to. All your demand does is make his chuckle while he unbuttons your shirt, vascular arms resting just beneath your heaving breasts and you just watch in amazement as he takes his time unbuttoning ever button with care. Opposite to how he usually is – taking off both of your clothes in a haste.

“How about you get me ready, hm?” the words press in close to your ear, his warm breath fanning across your lobe and making you shiver almost violently, “would you do that for me princess?”

There it was. Your weakness: the ‘princess’ card. You would jump off the empire state building if he asked you anything in this tone and the said word attached – damn it!

Jimin is pressing open-mouthed, wet kisses across your collar bone while his hands unclip your bra from behind – baring you completely from the top half of your body. His hands now gently massaging the heavy mounds in his stubby fingers which turn in to deliciously sharp pinches of your hardened nipples between his thumb and index finger.

“O-Oh fuck. Jimin I-I’m going to c-cum like this if you don’t stop.” You positively sound like you’ve run a marathon which is the farthest thing from your mind – even if you do run marathons. Plus, Jimin was definitely more of a work out than running 10k.

“Then get to work.” You yelp as slaps you between the legs – the thump landing squarely in your clit even through the fabric and you swear you almost creamed your panties.

Finally, Jimin is sitting back so you can turn around and work him out of his sweats. You thank the lord above for sweatpants because that just means one less item of clothing you have to take off since Jimin obviously went commando under it. Judging from the curved shape of his length that continued to grow as you salivated for it in midst of taking them off. Jimin is just sitting back – arms and legs splayed as he watches you fumble off his sweatpants – almost looking at you like a Sultan ready to be serviced. The shit-eating grin on his face usually has you telling him off but you two hadn’t had sex in a week and that was a long while. At least for the two of you and especially Jimin who had a particularly large sex drive and sometimes sliding his cock in to you twice in a day whether it meant riding him or a morning quickie. So it wasn’t exactly your fault that you were eager. Who know – what with your busy schedules when you two would have time to screw each other’s brains out again.

“Wait, baby – let me sit on the couch.” Jimin sits up on the seat when you just stare at his lap wondering how you were going to suck him off as he sat on the floor with you. Thankfully, him being slightly more elevated means you can suck your boyfriend’s dick without anymore mishaps.

He’s opening his legs wide again – completely naked while you sit with your shorts still on while your breasts swing free. Perspiration lacing your body while Jimin still looked refreshed with his wet hair partially dried now. He’s grabbing his length enticingly – looking you straight in the eyes while his hand goes to his fully hardened cock – smearing the top half of the length with his creamy fluid – aiming it right at you.

“Come closer, princess. Have a taste.” His voice is a tantalising whisper towards the end and you’re almost drooling looking at his veiny member throbbing in his hands. Hurriedly – it’s as if you can’t bear to waste any more time just admiring Jimin with his cock in his hand while he looks at you expectantly, biting his lip cherry red. You lick your lips before slowly sliding his cock in your mouth, working the tips inside as you suck it gently with your lips tightly covering it like a seal.

“Fuck.” Jimin’s whisper is so close and throaty and it’s the sexiest thing you’ve heard and will hear probably. His hands have slid in your hair as he holds it to guide your mouth on his length – your head bobbing up and down as you slide more of its girth inside your mouth. Your mouth is quickly running out of space and you are already gagging obscenely on his cock. Good thing – that’s just the way Jimin liked it; messy.

“Fuck yeah. Good girl. Suck me harder baby.” His mouth has lost its filter and it’s only making you wetter. You realise you are most likely to come just like this after being on edge for so long – your panties sticking to your core – contoured perfectly to the shape of your pussy. Jimin’s hand is firm and his head is thrown back in pleasure – only breathy groans escaping.

“Yeah, yeah. Fuck! You’re such a good cocksucker baby. S-So good.” He’s looking own at you again while your eyes peer right back. Your hands twist around the length that you weren’t able to fit in and saliva is dripping around your mouth while you moan around him. You’re sure the delicious vibrations are sending him even closer to the edge. You needed for him to finish so he could help you out otherwise yhou were going to faint from withdrawals.

“Fuck princess. I’m about to c-cum. Fuck wait!” You don’t stop – thinking it’s just him trying to stop you from making him cum. Instead your suck harder – lips stretched to almost painful width.

“y/n baby, stop. I-I think I’m going to pee in your mouth if you don’t!” And you’re off his length with a pornographic ‘pop’ as you catch in much needed air. You sit there on your knees while Jimin also catches his breath – looking slightly dishevelled and a bit confused. Or pained? Which one was it?

“W-What? Go to the bathroom then you nut!” Jimin is stroking his length once more and you just give him another incredulous look as if to ask ‘what are you doing.’

“I don’t know! I-It feels good but it feels like I’m going to pee ugh. Fuck my life.” His head is thrown back against the couch as he continues to tug and pull at his painfully hard cock – the wet sounds only making you hornier. And then you think; how bad could this be?

“You said you drank… a lot of water today right?”

“Yeah.” Jimin moans back his answer – squeezing the mushroom head of his cock and you’re mesmerised. Watching him jack off was a personal favourite. He looked like an Adonis with his abs clenching every single time he breathed out.

“So your pee can’t be that bad.. right?” Jimin’s head is shooting up so fast you almost flinch back at his eagerness.

“Yes.” His reply is firm and quick. Jimin has had this kink for a while but your worries about his diet and how unsanitary it would be to try had always kept you a bit wary of this but today he did drink a lot of water. Maybe you could… give it a try?

You sit up straight on your knees, placing both of your hands on his own knees with a determined look in your eyes. You were somehow incredibly turned while you watched the wheels turn in his head.

“Go ahead Jiminie… can’t believe I’m saying this but; you can pee on me.” His eyes are almost popping out of their sockets as he stares back – sinking further in to the couch as his legs spread further.

“A-Are you sure, y/n? you’re not grossed out? F-Fuck.” He’s moaning under his breath again and you point out with a groan of your own as you continue to eye his impressive length.

“Only because you’ve drunk a shitton of water and your pee won’t stink.” Your glare only lasts for a few seconds and you’re back to trying to be seductive - even just a smidge.

“O-Okay. Fuck this is so hot.” He’s sitting up slightly more as his gaze zeroes in on your breasts.

“Play with y-your tits baby. Fuck. That’s it. Pinch your nipples princess.” Your own head is now thrown back as you complete his requests – pinching your already tender nipples even more as each tug sends a wave of arousal out of you – making a mess of your panties.

“F-Fuck! Here it c-comes fuck fuck fuck-” from then on it’s an incoherent mess of curses and the name of Jesus being thrown around like he was praying. The first hot stream is right underneath your collarbone. Thankfully – it’s white and no unpleasant odour exists and you can’t help but moan when the next stream hits right on your nipple. Your eyes open and what you see has you moaning aloud. Jimin is jerking off his length almost violently fast as spurts of his urine land on your nipples – just like he’s aiming.

Each warm stream is almost stimulating your nipples with the sheer velocity of his aim. And just like that – a more thicker substance is now coating your breasts and you know Jimin has just cum.

“Fuck I’m cumming baby. I’m going to dirty up your tits even more.” He’s hissing between his teeth as he continues to milk is erection off his creamy substance while you rub the mixture of his urine with his pearly white cum in your breasts.

“Give me a-all of it Jiminie. I want your cum.” You can’t even tell anymore what’s pee and what’s his cum as he keeps dribbling on you and you keep on massaging your breasts – positively slick with his pee and his cum. The glide of you hand on your breasts is so smooth you never want to stop caressing them

Jimin is spent as he falls back on to the couch – his cock slightly flaccid in his lap but hardening soon after he catches his breath and watches you lost in your own world as you continue to rub your nipples. Pull, pinch and press on to them.

“Clean me up baby.” You swollen lips have encased his length with no hesitancy as you lap up his cum from the tip – knowing very well there could be traces left of urine as well. This was strangely hot to you too.

Maybe Jimin finally broke your gross fetish radar.

“J-Jimin.” You cry aloud when the ache in your pussy is ready to have you combusting on the spot.

“I’ll take care of you baby. Come up here princess.” His cooing has you climbing up in his lap as fast you can after taking off your jeans. As soon as you’re straddling his naked thighs, Jimin’s lips are descending down to your urine/cum coated nipples and lapping at them like he’s expecting milk to come out.

“Jimin.” The soft sigh has him finally positioning his length underneath you and all you want to do is scream in happiness when you finally slide down his cock – labia stretching around his thick intrusion.

“Can’t believe you let me do that baby. That was so hot I love you so much.” He’s mumbling the words around a mouthful of tit and you’re trying your hardest to not cry from the overwhelming pleasure and relief.

“O-Only b-because you d-drank so much water. Ungh J-Jimin!” He’s begun thrusting up in to you from beneath – his balls slapping obscenely against your ass as he holds it between his hands. You were surely going to find prints on it tomorrow because it seems like this s just the beginning.

Jimin makes you cum three times that day and by the time he’s don with you – it’s nightfall and no work is done on the cut-outs for the doggy wash because you’re so tired afterwards that you don’t have the energy to get up and finish or ask Jimin to while you both pant – trying to catch your breath after he takes you missionary – mostly making love to you the last time while his fingers rub your clit to another orgasm.

The next morning – you find that Jimin has left for his practice again and what do you know; the cut-outs are done and placed tidily on the coffee table in the living room with a note with them – probably from Jimin.

Ugh you loved him so much. Of course you would let him pee on you.

a/n: pls still follow me rj bkfjeneined

[mydarlingvioletine]

Just a Puppy Crush - Chapter Sixteen Ship(s): Violet/Clementine, Brody/Ruby, and Louis/Aasim Media: The Walking Dead Game (Season Four)

       Violet has added beLOUga, Bordy, Country Girl 👅, We Live in Aasimulation, and Mars Bar to a group chat.

Violet has renamed the group chat ‘Clem and I kissed, holy shit!!’

       Violet almost dropped her phone at the sound of Clementine coming back outside, the old screen door screeching against the metal frame.

She quickly turned it on silent mode, knowing the utter chaos that would go down once the message sent through, then gave a meek smile to Clem. “Hey, what’d Lee want?”

      “He conveniently forgot how to work the remote again.” Clementine sneered, sending a glance over her shoulder. “And kinda sorta gave us the boot. It’s ten minutes ‘til curfew.”

“Oh,” Violet frowned, shoving her phone into the back pocket of her jeans. “I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

    “Wait!” Clementine stammered abruptly, her fists balled tightly to her sides. “I-I mean, let me walk you home. If you want!”

Violet froze at the suggestion, and instinctively shoved her hands into her pockets. “Oh my, how chivalrous. Louis is gonna have to step up his game.”

      “What game?” Clem giggled, hooking her arm through Violet’s. “So, would it be okay?”

The gentle carefulness in Clementine’s tone almost melted Violet’s brain circuits, and she grinned before resting her head on the shorter girl’s shoulder. “Abso-tutely!”

       The walk was a lot shorter than Violet really thought it’d be. Sure, she was just outside of the suburbs but it felt so far.

“How festive.” Clementine piped up at the black cat statue on top of the trailer, peering down st them with tentative, watchful green eyes.

        Violet nodded, turning a small pumpkin by the stairs to reveal a pointy-faced jack-o-lantern. “My mom and Lou.. they’re both really into Halloween and decorations and all that.”

“We gotta get our costumes together soon,” Clem stalled, leaning back and forth on the tip of her toes as Violet started rummaging for her keys. “Are you doing anything tomorrow?”

         Violet grasped the jingling keys in her hand, and spun it around her fingertip. “I don’t think so."

Clementine let out a sigh of relief, and awkwardly scratched the back of her head. “Cool beans, cool beans.”

        “Maybe Brody’ll let us borrow her bird? Y’know, that parrot on the shoulder thing?” Vi suggested, trying and failing to unlock the front door with sweaty hands.

Clem giggled, crossing her arms and shaking her head at the thought. “That’d be really cool, but I doubt it. Remember when she stayed home from school for a week when Revali got sick?”

        Aha! There was a click inside the lock as Violet twisted the key to the right. “Yeah, I could barely get her to leave the house that month.”

She pulled the door open, and stopped in the doorway to look back down at the flustered Clementine. “I’d, um, invite you in but my dad’s gonna be home soon. He got really mad when Louis and I had a study sesh and I forgot to tell him.”

     “Oh, yeah!” Clementine nodded, blinking quickly and shuffling her foot. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

With an eye roll, Violet hopped back down from the doorstep and quickly pressed a kiss to the shorter girl’s forehead. “See ya, dork.”

      Violet let herself slump against the door behind her, and buried her face in her hands, leaving a blushing-like-crazy Clementine on the other side.

                   Holy shit.

Her eyes snapped down to her phone beside her, screen lit up with dozens of notifications.

4 missed calls from beLOUga.

56 missed messages from ‘Clem and I kissed, holy shit’.

The phone buzzed in her hands just as she picked it up, and she rolled her eyes at Louis’ persistence.

“What the FUCK, Violet?” Vi quickly turned her phone volume down, a little too late, as Louis started screeching incoherently. “If you’re shitting with me, I swea-“

          “I’m not shitting with you,” Violet sternly rose her voice, glaring in annoyance at the frantic Louis on her screen. “We, uh, were hanging out and dancing and stuff and she just kissed me.”

A sharp scream pierced Violet’s ears, and she lowered the volume even more. “Dude.”

       Louis clasped his hands over his mouth just as he realized something. “Shit, I owe Aasim fifty bucks.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Violet questioned, scratching the back of her head. “You guys placing bets on us?”

      “Oh no, absolutely not!” Louis laughed nervously. “That’d be, uh, immoral. Bad. Not in my good Christian friend group.”

Violet giggled as Louis tripped over his words, and a snort escaped her. “You’re such a dork.”

      “Maybe so, maybe so.” Louis gave a toothy and charming smile, happily resting his chin on his palms. “You look happy, Vi.”

She felt heat rush to her face for maybe the thousandth time that day, and shrugged her shoulders in an attempt to hide her blush. “I am, Lou. I haven’t felt like this in.... ever.”

       “You deserve it.” Louis piped up, giving her a quick wink. “Someone that’ll actually treat you how you should be treated. A girl who loves you.”

Violet felt her ears go up in flames at the last statement, and tugged her knees to her chest instinctively. “Shut up, you fucking sap.”

        Louis happily sighed, lazily holding his head up. He opened his mouth to say something when a car door slammed outside of Violet’s trailer, and they both froze at the noise.

“Ugh, Scott.” Violet hissed under her breath, earning a sympathetic look from Louis. “I gotta go.”

           He quickly regained his happy composure, stretching his arms out in a yawn. “That’s alright, I’ll make sure to get every detail out of you tomorrow. Have a good night, Vi. Love you!”

Louis propped his phone up against his pillow and created a heart with his hands, smiling goofily.

        “Iloveyoutoo.” Violet quickly murmured, cutting off a triumphant “AHA!” by ending the call. She scrambled to her feet, and lay down on the mattress, burrowing underneath her treasured knitted blanket, given to her by Brody.

The front door begrudgingly opened after a couple pushes, and heavy, stumbling footsteps dragged across the trailer floor.

            Violet held her breath as the floor creaked at the end of her mattress, eyes softly shut as her drunk father loomed over her. After what felt like forever, he turned around and left, shutting her door behind him.

With a sigh of relief, she let her gaze drop back down to her phone, full of new notifications since she’d last talked to Louis.

One missed text from mlem.

70 missed messages from ‘Let’s go lesbians, let’s go.’

            Putting her priorities in order, she opened her newest message from Clementine. She swore for a second she saw a text bubble pop up, but it quickly disappeared.

mlem: legend has it that a pirate’s favorite letter is R, some say it’s the C, but as a living, breathing pirate, I can verify it’s u!

           A giggle involuntarily escaped Violet’s lips, and she racked her brain for an equally witty remark. She almost considered asking Louis for help on one, but quickly realized he’d never let her live it down.

violet: you’re such a cornball

     She let a happy sigh escape her, clutching the phone to her chest tightly. She then flipped back to the chaotic group chat to see what damage had been done.

We live in Aasimulation has renamed the chat ‘I want my fucking money Louis.’

beLOUga: tell you what, what if we go out to a nice restaurant and spend it that way?

We live in Aasimulation: But I was gonna buy smash ultimate

beLOUga: fair. i’ll give you it first period

We live in Aasimulation: on second thought, dinner sounds nice. don’t expect me to put out on the first date, though

Bordy: a a s i m this is a PG Minecraft server and as captain I can and will use my power to keep it that way

We live in Aasimulation: Brody you literally just sent us a picture of Ruby after her lifting sesh with a bunch of tongue emojis

Bordy has removed We Live in Aasimulation from the group chat.

Bordy: whos next

Bordy: vi!! i see you lurking! give us the deets

violet: uh no

beLOUga: okay I’ll ask Clem then

         Violet’s drowsy eyes darted open, and she frantically typed to stop him. Thank god for auto correct.

violet: WAIT NO

violet: we were dancing together on her porch and talking and I guess I let it spill that I had feelings for her and she kissed me

violet: there you go voila no need to bother her

Bordy: ooh la la~

beLOUga: im not bothering her she’s the one who’s blowing up my phone with dumb shit like ‘okay but does she LIKE LIKE me’

Country girl: d’awww and I thought violet was a mess

        Violet frowned, and switched back to her one-on-one conversation with Clementine. She could’ve sworn again that a text bubble appeared in the corner, but it disappeared before she could verify.

violet: aarrrrrr you free tomorrow after school? we can work on our costumes and hang out :)

              Clem’s response took two seconds tops.

mlem: yea totally, sounds good!! aj really wants to show you his costume too!

violet: cool, i can’t wait.

        Violet took a couple seconds to alter Clem’s name on her phone, and grinned down at the result.

violet: im too tired to think of any more pirate puns, so im gonna hit the sack. night, Clem

clem☀️: goodnight vi!

[izumisays]

dear yuletide author

Thank you so much for reading this and taking part in this wonderful annual conspiracy!

First of all, I hope you have a lovely time! If any of the fandoms below pique your interest, I’m delighted already, and ready to hear all the stories you want to tell.

Fandoms: Nirvana in Fire, Spinning Silver, In Other Lands, Thunderbolt Fantasy, Grasshopper Jungle

As for reading preferences, I’m happy with a wide variety of tones and genres, of any rating, ranging anywhere from lighthearted antics to dramatic casefics. But the core of all the stories I love has always been character interaction and interplay of their competences. 

How the characters play off each other and bring out their best/worst, how they’d react to a divergence of events, how true they’d stay to themselves in a different setting -- I love fanfiction for allowing us to reconnect with our favourite stories time and again by asking these questions. And there are so many ways to do it! To name a few favourites, I’m always game for POV hijinks, a missing scene, a casefic, canon expansion, backstories and what-ifs.

You may notice that quite a few of my requests lean towards shipfic – those, too, are welcome in a variety of tones – but I also tried to include openings for gen ideas if that’s your jam. Additionally, while it is not usually my top interest, I don’t have anything against AUs if there is something that you are itching to explore: I tend to enjoy them for a new aesthetic that fleshes out the favoured character dynamics in a new light, or a fusion that redefines the playing ground to allow the characters to exhibit their core competences in new and exciting ways.

I would be very grateful if you could avoid a/b/o and similar kinktropes, played-straight soulmate fic, and character interpretation that runs contrary to their core values. If in doubt, please reach out to me on anon - the askbox is open!

NIRVANA IN FIRE: Mei Changsu, Xiao Jingyan

Is this a complex, narratively inevitable historic tapestry strangling people with its treads, full of delicious politicking and identity porn? Yes, it is.

Is my burning – nay, primal – desire so simple as to smoosh two faces together and watch them kiss? Yes, it is :’)

I mean, I will obviously not say no if the kissing is giftwrapped in the said tapestry of beautiful, politicky plot, but the fever I can’t get out of my system is this: LET THEM KISS, GODDAMMIT. LET THEM BE HAPPY. I welcome canon divergences, alternative endings, fix-its, insert eps and codas where it looks like they would have kissed (erm, or at least confronted each other in a way that would inevitably end with them making out) if only Mei Changsu wasn’t so caught up in self-loathing and fluffy foxfur coats, and Jingyan didn’t talk too loudly about his so dead, so very dead beautiful ex to hear Mei Changsu weep stoically into his beautiful white furs.

I adore Prince Jing. He is 90% cheekbones and 20% heartbroken pouting over his so very dead friends, and all of it noble and awkward and stubborn and deserving of happiness. Mei Changsu is ridiculous, and capable, and twisted into pretzels of his own creation: not above gloating over his enemies while daintily dipping cookies into his tea, he gets too caught up in weaving the tapestry to notice he is a part of it.  Pull him off his high horse, Jing! Render him helpless by being yourself! Do something about being hopelessly charmed with each other, through resentment, loss, bitter pining, and narrative inevitability! JUSTKISSALREADY.gif!!

 SPINNING SILVER: Mirnatius

Spinning Silver is a beautiful story, a polyphony of voices that echo the key themes with poignance in individual tales coming together into a bigger picture: admirable female characters, complicated families, bargains and stakes and wordless bonds, all spun and woven together with so much care and craft! While I really liked the whole journey, it’s two characters in particular at whom I’d like to get a closer look.

Irina and Mirnatius: both shipfic and/or gen. Irina the ruler, with an iron will and unwavering hand: I would absolutely like to explore the court life under her rule, after the events of the book. In between running a country and cleaning up a demonic mess, does she find a thought to spare about Mirnatius? Does she harbour any resentment or sense of obligation, or indulgently tolerates him as part of the ornamental royal regalia? Is there a role she envisages him playing? Does she box him into that role, or allow herself to be surprised?

MIRNATIUS, hands-down my favourite POV in the book. How does he get on after demon loses his hold on him? What kind of person he is on his own? I’d like to think he doesn’t lose all his edges, and perhaps gets high-headed and displaced now that his mind is vacated off its demonic freeloader, and there is a quest for find his own place in the new reality, before he can be that dramatic artistic bisexual with no interest in statecraft that Irina gleamed in him.

How do the power dynamics between them change, and how much of that stays the same? Is there any genuine love to be found between them, eventually? (The answer doesn’t have to be yes – for all that they are the same species, I tend to think their circumstances are more complicated than Miryem and the Staryk’s, and less forgiving.)

IN OTHER LANDS: Luke Sunborn

Elliot is a spectacular narrator. Novel-shaped case in point: In Other Lands.

Having said that, what I really, really want to see is a story that makes Luke a narrator, or otherwise puts him at the center. I have it on good authority that he makes one fucking adorable narrator (novella-shaped case in point: Wings in the Morning), but why stop there, right?

Luke/Elliot, either post-canon or slightly amending canon, is always a delight. Luke crushing on Elliot for years in a resigned, semi-unaware (or aware!) manner - he gives Elliot Dale’s name only as a distraction, to get Elliot off his back, and watches with horrified eyes how every member of his family is suddenly out there to set him up with the wrong boy! Luke handling the thought of Elliot the boyfriend with awkwardness unbefitting a Trigon champion (granted, Elliot is kinda more prickly than an average glass ball). Luke having 110% confidence in Elliot and admiring him sass people into submission from the sidelines.

A look at Luke’s friendship with Serene - completely compatible with Luke forever crushing on Elliot, just saying ^^. I suspect lack of Elliot’s Serene goggles could do marvels to building nuance to her character: a little less emphasis on gender-reversed dudebro comedy, a little more of someone who is clever enough to balance multiple things, connect the dots, and learn, and stand by what she believes is right.

Competence kinkkk. Forever admiring the bookish people, refusing to stop trying to catch up, and zero time spent being conceited about own achievements while fully embracing his role of a champion and defender - that’s the Luke I love <3 Luke’s brand of leadership & charisma - an introverted champion, well-loved by people and easily tired of company of not his people.

Figuring out life after graduation! Casefic of them solving a mystery and preventing a war breakout! Getting assignments and storming the castles! Building cross-cultural competence by throwing Elliot at new people and watching him sign up new pen friends and treaties!

Sunborn family fic! A holiday get together? Drunken exchange of family stories? Another terrible competition that Elliot boycotts? Rachel reading Luke’s letters from year one and with great amusement observing the progression of his “THAT ELLIOT” feelings. (I would so die to read an epistolary fic that documents Luke’s Elliot problems) God I love the Sunborns, especially Rachel <3

I’m not particularly fond of Dale, on understanding that he got enough screentime already, so I’d be grateful if you didn’t center the fic around him. Obviously no objections to him as part of class ensemble, whose names Luke continuously fails to remember.

If you are writing a Luke/Elliot shipfic (which is a prospect I would whole-heartedly welcome!), just a note to say that I don’t get particular kicks out of wingfic poetics. I mean, I’m alright with that as part of the “golden and beautiful” package and acknowledgement that Elliot sure gets his kick out of them, but I personally find wings-as-harpy legacy and associated emotional baggage/pragmatism mix Luke feels on the subject more interesting to investigate. All the rest of their ship chemistry is very much welcome, in whatever proportion you enjoy doing it most.

 THUNDERBOLT FANTASY: Rin Setsua; Sho Fukan

I LOVE THIS SELF INDULGENT WUXIA NONSENSE AND I CANNOT LIE! 

If you had told me a year ago that I would commit a definitely not-insignifiant amounts of emotional investment into a Taiwanese puppet show written by Urobutcher, I’d have laughed in your face. I am so glad my lovely friends know me better than I do, and tied me to a chair long enough to show me the first few episodes, and smugly watched me breeze through two seasons and a movie of this tropey goodness. 

Sanfan is a mixture UTTER GLEE and deep fondness for the genre staples, self-aware and masterful playthrough of all the wuxia tropes in the book, and one goddamn well-constructed story. It plays the tropes straight, calls them out with a knowing wink, walks the tightrope between the two with panache, and just as you are relaxed and enjoying this trapeze show, it grins cheekily at you, sets the discoball on fire and pulls a bunny out of a hat.  It’s DELIGHTFUL and fun and lovingly crafted, just like a good passion project should be.

I want anything that capitalizes on the absolutely hilarious dynamics between Rin Setsua and Sho Fukan (and while personally I end up using the Japanese versions of their names more often, please feel free to go with the Chinese names if you prefer). Sho Fukan does not want any of those heroic quests, he’s the human equivalent of been there, done that mood, and he just wants to REST and hopefully dump a bunch of magical murderswords someplace safe. Rin Setsua is a Totally Respectable and Non-Villainous Member of Society, of which he will inform you firsthand in the most high spoken and verbose way possible, and maybe even produce paperwork that has definitely not been tampered with. He harbours no ulterior motives, ever, and does not trail behind Sho Fukan for any reason beyond the pleasure of his company, and his mission to personally victimize and cockblock every morally derelict villain in two countries, by no-one’s request. 

Whether you go shipfic (yiss!) or canon levels teamup circus (also yiss!), don’t hold back your horses. Everything about this is Extra, and should continue to be so <3 

GRASSHOPPER JUNGLE: Robby Brees

Do you ever, like, read an insanely cyclical, epic zombie apocalypse book that is probably narrated from the rubbles of the fallen fourth wall, and walk away softly clutching at your heart, whispering “Oh Robby”?

I sure did.

I mean, I definitely loved all the obsessive, crazy, cyclical shit the book did. It’s a trip and a half! Austin is a hilarious guide to the crazyland of zombie apocalypse and multiple identity crises, and I enjoyed him tremendously. If you want to dabble in recreating that, I’ll happily read it! But my heart longs to answer some important questions like, Will Robby Ever Get Appreciation He Deserves, Do They Get Laid, and most importantly, What The Fuck Happened That Night When They Got Drunk and Shit Got Transcendental. (I feel it in my heart of hearts that their dicks must have, or at least should have, touched.)

Play however you like with it -- coda, AU, fixit, crack (oh god, if there was a canon that was borderline crack itself), futurefic -- I’m gonna look forward to any and all permutations.

A note to say that I don’t harbor any ill feelings towards Shann! My primary urge is to coddle and adore Robby, and I leave it up to you to negotiate the hows and whys :) 

FWIW, I have a copy of Exile from Eden on my hands, but haven’t cracked it open yet. It’s entirely up to you if you want to include whatever is in there: I’m going to be pleased with just GJ material as is! If I do read Exile anytime soon, and if it significantly changes my views on the subject, I’ll add a note to that effect.

[roger1na]

careful ch3 - john deacon x reader

summary: you are a ballet student at the royal ballet academy. To pay for your tuition, you work part-time at the celebrity gossip magazine, Seven. One fateful day you’re sent to interview a band on the rise, Queen, post-concert and befriend the sweetest man on the planet.

word count: 2.3k+

warnings: swearing, cigarettes/smoking

author's note: thank you for being patient! i'm back in my groove after a few desperately stressful weeks and i'm super excited about this chapter and the next few ones!

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chapter three

Falling in love was so terribly easy, you thought. You wanted to drift into love, be slowly caressed into feeling romantic things. With John, you’d been pushed out of an airplane and the ground was approaching fast but you weren’t scared. You almost wanted to be taken into the embrace of the earth. It’s where humans are meant to be on, isn’t it? Feet planted.

Loud thoughts and bursting emotions stampeded in your brain after dancing. Your face was glistening with sweat and your updo had come loose, stray hairs framing your elegant face. When you danced, all your worries left you. There was just the music and the choreographed steps and the ache in your muscles. Once Tchaikovsky’s last composed note stopped though, real life came tumbling and left you more breathless than dancing ever did.

Particularly the colour of post-it note neon green kept coming up. It was a whole new level of fear that had stricken you when you had noticed it stuck to your desk telephone.

call me sometime!

xxx-xxx-xxx

The note was scrawled in messy handwriting and whoever had written it had had shaky hands for the way the letters peaked oddly. But they had forgotten to sign their name and for a moment you were extremely confused.

”Nat!” You called out to the office secretary, a small but dynamite woman with cat-eye lens and no time for anybody’s bullshit. She looked up and clicked her tongue.

”Yes love?”

”Who’s this from?”

”Oh some bloke.” She went back to her typing, acrylic nails click-clacking on the keys.

”Wow, yeah, can you be more specific?” You rolled your eyes. ”What’d he look like?”

She squinted her huge eyes and looked up to the right corner of her eyes trying to remember. ”Long brown hair. Sort of a big nose, but not in a bad way. Looked like he hadn’t smiled since birth.” Your heartbeat sped up and you held the note close to your chest. ”Why? ’Ave you got a bloke?”

”No! Shut up. Maybe.”

She grinned and set aside her work and leaned on her hands to get a better look at you. She pumped her eyebrows up a few times. ”Tell me more.”

”Sorry, I’ve actually got work to get to thank you,” you turned on your heel, trying not to squeal or scream or show any sort reaction to the little square piece of paper that had saved your morning.

”Ha ha. Run from this discussion for now, Y/N.”

And so you did. You locked yourself in the bathroom before carefully taking out your diary and sticking the note there, then casually as ever you continued your day, not thinking about it. Or pretending not to think about it. It never really left your mind. You imagined what’d it be like to roll those numbers into a phone. To hear his voice slightly muffled, slightly static, on the other end. And then you told yourself not to think about it because there was work and dancing and living to be done.

That’s how you ended up in the dressing room, clutching your diary and thinking of all the sappy things you’d like to say to him and framing the note with little hearts and stars and general squiggles, not really thinking much of it.

“Are you really going to keep writing sloppy romantic shit about him in your diary and never talk to him again?” Rose startled you, peeking over your shoulder.

You slammed the notebook shut, embarrassed that she’d gotten a glance at your innermost thoughts. “Shut up,” you bopped her over the head with the book gently. “It’s not easy. What do I say?”

“Hi, I’m madly in love with you but I’m too proud to admit it?”

”Shut up!” You laughed. ”’M really not.”

”That mushy shit-” she gestured to your diary vaguely throwing her hands around it, ”-that’s madly in love.”

“No, it’s not, it’s barely a crush.” You quipped back and held your diary tightly to your chest.

“A-ha! You admit there’s feelings!” She jumped around victoriously. A scarlet flush was spreading on your cheeks. Rose paused her celebration when she saw your embarrassed face. “What’s wrong? Is this the first time you’ve had feelings since, what, 1969?” She was joking around but your eyes were panicked. Her mouth formed a little ‘o’ when she realised.

“What do I do?” There was a certain urgency to your voice. Rose took pity on you, lacing your hands in hers.

“You goof, it’s going to go just fine.”

“Will it?”

“If you give me a light, I’ll promise you,” she had let go of your hands and was now fumbling in her bag for her trusty pack of Marlboro Reds, same shade as her lipstick. When you had tossed her your lighter and she was inhaling nicotine, you started making your way out of the studio.

“Listen, call him. You’re a total dork, he sounds like a total dork, it’s a match made in heaven.”

“I don’t call people, except for you.”

“That’s because you have no social life,” Rose laughed. She was such a breeze, floating along in life, dabbling in this and that. Part of you wished you were like her, the other part was glad to be a small, pocket-sized persona that could easily fit in anywhere quietly, no fuss, no show. “I get it, huge deal, he’s a fucking rock star, but I mean, how bad can it get?”

“I suppose,” you trailed off. The two of you had reached the stairs that lead to the underground, where Rose took the tube back home.

“Be brave for me, okay?” She kissed your cheek. “Ta!”

“I hate you, for being so right,” you called out after her. She glanced back at you over her shoulder and winked.

“Love you too, sweetheart!” Then the tunnel swallowed her and you were left alone with your mess of thoughts.

You took deep breaths to calm yourself as you caught one of the famous bright red double deckers of London. Right, it’s just a phone call, you told yourself as you got off on your stop.

Memories of him standing at the steps to your apartment complex’s front door made your heart beat faster. What wouldn’t you give to see that again? How he perfectly fit into the scenery, though he was impossibly tall and almost funny-looking with his long hair and crooked smile.

Your door creaked as you pushed it open and took in your apartment. The dumpy old couch your brother had given you. The dusty old curtains your mother had sewn up. The bright red rotary phone on a stand next to the couch that you had saved up for, for months. You liked the way it reminded you to keep striving and soon you’d have an interior design to match it, not just sad hand-me downs.

You took your sweet time getting ready. You brewed a cup of tea in a banged up kettle whilst whistling a tune. You set in a vinyl and danced to the music whilst waiting for your cuppa to be done.

When you had a cup of Earl Grey’s steaming in your hands you took the needle off the vinyl and silence settled into your house. You sat down on the couch, cringing at the noise it made in the desolation of a poor neighbourhood at night, in London.

Slowly, but certainly, you rotated the number into the phone and picked it up and put it to your ear, anxiety twisting your insides.

The line was ringing. You bit your lip nervously and played with the telephone cord.

First ring.

What if Natalie was just messing with you? Were they all in on a collective prank and she’d described your lunch date to get a rise?

Second ring.

What if he intended it for another Y/N? And Nat had handed the post-it note to the wrong person? There was one other one, in another department, another building but still.

Third ring. The line clicked. “Hello?” His East-England accent sounded marvelous through the phone.

“Hi,” you choked out, voice gone out of nervousness. You cleared your throat before repeating. “Sorry, hi.”

“Hey,” he laughed nervously on the other end. “Sorry, who is this?”

“Oh right! It’s Y/N.”

“Y/N! I’m so glad you called!” His voice deepened just slightly as he realised he didn’t have to be on guard.

“And I have half the mind to ask you the same thing. You didn’t sign your note!” You scolded him playfully.

“Shit, I’m sorry! How’d you know then, to call me?”

“Took a chance. And asked our receptionist.”

“Clever girl,” he joked. Your smile was wide and though your heart was palpitating, you were beginning to calm down.

“I was actually really nervous to call you.” You started.

“But I’m the least intimidating person you could talk to.”

“Yeah but, you’re you. What’s a twenty-something rockstar doing talking to me?”

“You make me sound old. I’m twenty-two, twenty-three in a few weeks.”

You almost spat out your tea. You could’ve sworn he was older. In the end he was only two years older than you. “What?”

“Oh, come on, am I some grandpa to you?” He complained sourly.

You started giggling uncontrollably and you heard him sigh on the other end. Sometimes, you can hear it when people smile. You swore you could hear the right corner of his mouth twitch up and his eyes wrinkle as he listened to you laugh.

“Alright, alright, calm down.”

You sighed and suppressed a smile that was trying to spread on your face. If the nosy neighbours were to glance through their window they’d think you were mad. “So, actually, how are you?” You started.

“The same. Cheered up when you called.” There was clanging in the background and somebody laughed and another voice complained.

“Where are you? Do you have roommates?” You felt your cheeks burning.

“God no, I’m at the studio. We’re working on our next album.”

“You gave me the number to your studio and not your house?”

“They’re the same. I bought the telephone, only natural that it’s my number.”

“Right,” you laughed and rolled your eyes.

“John, who’re you talking to?” A high-pitched, scratchy voice interrupted. “Is she pretty?”

You heard the scuffle of somebody covering the receiver with their palm before you heard John’s faint voice. “How d’you know it’s a girl?”

“You’re grinning like an idiot. Is it that dancer? What’s her name?” Somebody tried sounding out different names very similar to yours whilst another person kept disagreeing and suggesting your actual name.

“She’s the one who interviewed us, remember? Y/N Y/L/N.” The more reasonable voice finished.

“John?” You whispered into the receiver.

“Right, sorry about that.” His voice returned sheepishly.

“No worries but, it’s like, what, 9pm?”

“Nine forty-six.”

“Right, it’s late, why are you still working?”

“They’re arguing over something. I want to make sure they agree on something good in the end.”

You shook your head. “You need your rest. Have you eaten today?”

“You don’t need to worry, Y/N.” There was a triumphant ha in the background when he said your name.

“But I want to. You worried for me too.”

“I suppose,” he paused and you could hear him tapping on his bass, which you assumed was sitting in his lap. It made a hollow, plastic sound. “But I’m fine. Thank you. I hope you’re fine too.”

“I am, thanks. We’re rehearsing Swan Lake.”

“I have no idea what that is, if I’m being honest,” he chuckled. “But I want to see you dance. When do I get to see you dance?”

You smiled softly, blood rushing to your cheeks. “Soon, I hope.”

There was a yell in the background as somebody rushed to John who tried to keep the phone out of their reach. “Fred, fuck off, no you’re not-”

There was a small, whispered row, before John was back on the other end. He sounded slightly grumpy and a bit breathless, as if he’d just been in a fight. “Do you want to teach us dancing?”

“What?”

“Freddie is dying to learn about ballet and he’s hellbent on you teaching us.”

You giggled and you heard John scoff slightly on the other end. He was an adorably witty and grumpy man. He had a way of always seeming like the world was out to get him, but that he was absolutely too determined to get his shit done to let it bother him.

“Sorry yeah, it’s a stupid idea,” he mumbled.

“No, no! I’d love to,” you replied fondly. “When’s the best time? I’m free every saturday. Usually.”

“Brilliant, darling,” you heard Freddie’s yell into the receiver and the sound of John smacking the back of his head. “Next saturday alright with you?”

“Mhm,” you nodded.

“Right then Freddie, back to singing,” John shooed him off. More cursing filled the background. ”You're really okay with this? We’re all a bunch of dunces. And we’ve got eight left feet.”

You laughed. ”You’re a dork, John Deacon. Of course I’ll come. And I’ll have fun too.”

”Brilliant.”

“What do your new songs sound like?”

“So far, pretty good. We’re about half-way through, we’ll push the album through for the winter.”

“Will I get a signed copy?”

“We’ll see,” he teased.

“You are a piece of work, John,” you rolled your eyes before listening to him chuckle on the other end. His laugh was slightly bark-y, but not in an uncomfortable way. It sounded full of joy, with a mischievous edge to it.

”I’m going to start heading off to bed,” you whispered, after a moment of silence.

”Alright, sleep well.”

”I hope you come to a good agreement.”

”We won’t, but thank you.”

”Goodnight, John.”

”Goodnight, Y/N.”

You put the phone back before screaming into your pillow. What had you gone and done? You lifted your face to stare at the clock hung on the wall, hearing it’s ticking go too slow as you heartbeat accelerated.

“Rose is going to freak out,” you muttered.

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