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Drawing Venusaur with every Pokemon pt. Porygon

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No Light, No Light (One Shot)

A/N: Helloooooo agaaain, my lovely dears! It’s been a while, uh? Did ya miss me? I know i’ve missed you! I’m really sorry about the big unannounced hiatus, I just gotta say things happened and well, that’s life. Does that mean I’m back? Kinda, and let’s hope. Meanwhile, pls enjoy this little piece of work, inpired by my fave band F+TM and the song with the same title, go listen to it!! I hope you like it and as always, tell me what you think, come say hello, and update me on what’s been happening with y’all. Love you my dears!! Ive not forgotten about u!!  

Lena Luthor x R//Word Count: 1,634 -------------------------------------------------

There is a darkness inside of every person.

A darkness, so hidden and so deep, that once freed devastates everything in its path.

Darkness that turns gentle hands into steel claws and baby blue eyes into violent light, tinted in red.

You remember seeing it once before. A symbol of bravery and hope turning into the city's worst nightmare in the blink of an eye. All good deeds suddenly forgotten and replaced by immeasurable fear. Something you never imagined to ever live it in the flesh.

You wonder how long it has been nesting in her heart as she grabs you by the collar of your uniform and pins you against the wall, threatening to crush your ribs and squeeze your heart if she so desires. But you would be fooling yourself if you pretended not to know the answer.

That's when you think about her. Her green eyes, her playful smile, her soft touch. If these are to be your final moments, you may as well go with a hint of paradise in your mind, instead of the hell that rages behind those eyes.

"You really thought I wasn't going to notice you?" Kara holds your sniper gun with her other hand and smiles. "I could hear your heart beating since you arrived here."

Her hold on you gets a bit too tight for your liking and you hold onto her arm. Your mortal hands can't do anything against her grip and, while feeling your heartbeat hard against your ribcage, you silently course your tell-tale heart.

She moves her head closer to you, a predatory look in her eyes which glow red behind blue irises.

"You should have pulled the trigger when you had the chance." She closes her fingers around your gun, crushing it in half and tossing it to the floor.

She's right.

J'onn had tried to warn you and if Alex had known before she would have given the order too. Now there's no escape and you don't believe you have enough time for a miracle to happen.

"Yeah." You respond with a hoarse voice. "I should have."

By the expression in her face you know you should have regretted your words.

You shouldn't be playing. Daring her in a moment when the word friend has lost all meaning. Hell, you're not even sure if you were even friends to start with. Otherwise, you think, how could this be so easy for her? How could it had been so easy for her before?

The comms in your ear turn on without a warning and her voice it's the only thing that stops your mind from sinking into less grateful memories.

"(Y/N)?" Lena calls you, and you wish you could die with that sound echoing in your ears. Your name in her mouth, even with the evident concern, is the chorus of an angel.

It takes a second for that image to shatter as Kara hears it too and you can tell, by the smirk that her lips draw, she's going to enjoy what comes next. The alarms in your head go off, whatever she's planning, it's nothing good.

"Len-" You try to warn her but the pressure you felt a second ago crushing your chest is now threatening to squash your throat.

Kara's fingers are wrapped around your neck, pulling you up from below your jaw with enough force you have to stand on your toes. You have no other option but to strengthen your grip on her arm, that if you don't want to lose your head.

With her free hand, Kara reaches your ear and pulls your comms out to put them in her own ear.

"Hey, Lena."

On the other side Lena freezes, not expecting her to answer. It takes a moment to imagine the smirk on Kara's face. That smile she used to love, now twisted and dangerous like shark teeth, ready to draw blood.

"Kara, stop. Don't hurt her." Lena pleads.

"Hurt her? No, of course not. We're just talking." Kara turns to look at you, the smile still on her face as she takes the comms and moves them closer to you for a moment. "Wanna talk to your girlfriend?"

You want to scream.

"Sorry." Kara responds after watching you struggle with her hand constricting around your neck. "Seems like she can't talk right now."

"Kara, please, this isn't you. You were poisoned with red kryp-"

"This isn't me?" Kara cuts in. "Maybe this is who I've always been."

Fear comes crawling up your throat as she takes a step back and looks at you.

"I'm one of the most powerful beings on this earth and I had to make herself small for you, so you would accept me, love me. I've spent my life pleasing you just so I could get the scraps. Well, I'm sick of it." You see the moment realization dawns on her. "Maybe I just needed a little push to help me see it."

Her eyes suddenly ignite with a new light, like a spark at the end of a dynamite stick. It leaves you breathless, even more than her hand around your neck.

"Maybe that's what we all need."

You feel some relief as your feet finally touch the ground, letting you rest for moment before she stars to drag you like a ragdoll across the roof.

"I want it all, Lena, not just the scraps."

You're sure Lena is still trying to convince her she isn't like this. That she must stop whatever she's about to do and to please, please, not hurt you in any way. You also know it's of no use as you reach the edge of the building.

Kara lets go of your neck, and you stumble backwards. She grabs you once again by the collar and another playful smile appears on her face, delighting on your fear as you hold onto her for dear life.

By pure instinct, you turn your head right and left, trying to catch a glimpse of what is happening around. From the corner of your eye, you can see the chaos that reigns below in the streets. Down there, you can hear the sirens of police cars and ambulances rushing to help the people of National City.

There are little fires everywhere and no one can seem to put them out.

You remember the fight that caused it all, J'onn and Alex doing their best to keep the Girl of Steel at bay. You saw it all as you looked through your scope, waiting for their signal. When J'onn couldn't move anymore and Alex became paralyzed, not wanting to fight her own sister, you knew you should have moved your finger. Kara's words come to your mind, you should have pulled the trigger when you had the chance.

Now, it is too late for any of you. There's nothing left but the void of the fall that surely awaits once Kara is done with you.

"Poor Lena, always having to rescue you. I always wondered if she ever got tired of that." She raises a brow at you, taking your comms off her ear and finally tossing them to the ground. She doesn't need to listen to Lena now. "Wouldn't it be better if she didn't have to worry about you anymore?"

"She wouldn't worry if you weren't out your mind." You dare, trying to keep your voice from trembling.

"Out of my mind? No, (Y/N), I've never been as lucid as I am right now. I want what's best for Lena. Obviously that isn't you."

"You think it's you?"

"I know I am." The smirk comes back to her lips. "Otherwise, why would she have been with me when she was still with you?"

Rage breaks into you as you realize the meaning of her words. Your hands, wrapped around her arm, hold tighter.

"Oh, she never told you?" She scoffs, feeling like she has already conquered the world. "Then let me tell you, I think you deserve the truth."

The anger is visible in your features as Kara pulls you towards her, keeping you away from the edge just long enough to spill her bane.

"Remember our little mission in the North Pole? When Lena and I got stuck in the Fortress and you were so far away with the team that you couldn't reach us? Well, as you know, I was having a bit of trouble with my powers and while we waited for you, we had to find other ways to keep us warm. If you know what I mean."

Against your will, you remember.

You remember it all.

"I know."

Some of your anger fades. This is a battle you won't let her win.

"I've always known."

Your answer takes her by surprise.

Time stops for a moment, giving you two a second to really look into each other. No more lies, no more pretenses.

"After that mission, it was obvious. Lena never talked about it more than necessary and you avoided the conversation entirely. You couldn't even look me in the eyes."

How different those eyes were from the ones that look at you now.

"It was all the same to me."

The rest of the world fades as you look at each other and your revelation comes out of your lips.

"'Cause, in the end, Lena still chose me."

She chose me instead of you, you want to say.

You think about her once more. Her eyes, her smile, her touch. Her love. Kara frowns as the darkness comes creeping once again behind those baby blue eyes.

"And now she can choose better."

The void behind your back grows claws ready to pull you down, and the light fades as you feel that final push on your chest.

[miinomo]

icing on top.

✿ pairings - Connie Springer x fem!Reader

contains - (18+ content MDNI) Oral sex (M receiving), Throat fucking, Breath play, Exhibitionism, Hair pulling

✿ Synopsis - Connie’s birthday was filled by not only his family, but his friends and the two of you didn’t get much alone time. You decided to surprise him at his dorm room late at night, with a special gift in mind. 

Your eyes couldn’t be bothered to move away from the clock, time ticking slower than ever while you waited for your doorbell to ring. Connie, your boyfriend, said he was on his way over to pick you up. You guys had plans to go eat lunch at his favorite restaurant. It was a small hole-in-the-wall Italian place, one that always had the best pastries. You especially loved their cannoli and always made sure to get at least two when you visited. 

A yellow skirt, a beige top with daisies embroidered into the sleeves, and a pair of black flats was the outfit you had thrown together. You never really wore makeup, before you had started dating Connie you weren’t interested in finding a relationship. But when the two of you started dating you did make sure to ask his opinion.

“Do I need to wear makeup?” The words slipped off of your glossy lips as you stood in front of your vanity. You were scared of his answer. It was your first date and you were getting ready to meet his friends Jean and Sasha for the first time. You had heard about them more than a handful of times, but going to meet them... The thought of it was filling your stomach with nerves stronger than any you’d felt before. “No baby. You don’t need anything like that. It’s all icing on top. The cake is the actual good shit. You’re fuckin’ beautiful.” Connie grabbed you and pulled you into his chest before placing a kiss on your forehead. 

And so, since that day you never wore makeup again. Connie was the healthiest relationship you’d ever had. His words always filled you with confidence and you could never repay him for it. He was making you love yourself more and more with every passing day, and for that; you were grateful. The hand of the clock felt like it had stopped until you heard the bell, the noise you had been waiting for. You rushed to the front door and opened it with a smile. “Connie!” You hugged him tightly, his chest vibrating as his chuckled filled the air. “Hey, babe. I missed you too.” He placed his lips on your forehead and laid a soft kiss on it. it was almost trademark. Every time he saw you, he couldn’t help but repeat this step; it became a tradition.

Jean stared at the two of you with a small glint of jealousy. Jean was still single and the thought of Connie in a serious relationship before him bugged him something fierce. “The two of you are so cute it makes me feel nauseous..” Jean mumbled with a slight scoff. Connie’s grin was wide. “Thank you so much for the compliment. I know you’re jealous of my candy.” He hooked arms with you while walking towards Jean’s car. He opened the door for you and gestured for you to get into the backseat. “My lady.” He winked, his warm hand grabbing ahold of yours and helping you get in safely. It was a tan-colored tesla, sedan and the inside was just as fancy as the outer. The seats were soft and leathery. Hell, his car was more comfortable than any furniture you had in your apartment.

You leaned back into your seat and let out a satisfied but quiet groan. “Honestly, I could fell asleep so quickly if I just shut my eyes. I’m still surprised every time by how comfy your car is.” Connie looked back at you as he sat in the passenger seat. “Yeah, compared to your car my dorm room bed is a fuckin’ brick.” He complained but earned a snort from Jean. One showing off his ‘Rich Boy’ demeanor. “Well, the first issue is that you’re staying in the dorms.” But Jean’s comment didn’t bother Connie. It earned a laugh from your boyfriend instead. “At least you own that being rich makes you a bit of a prick.” A smirk appeared on your boyfriend's face, the corner of his lips curling upwards. The rest of the car ride was mostly the two of them picking on each other, playfully of course.

“We’ll take a booth please.” Connie smiled at the hostess as he put his arm around your hips. The three of you walked over to a booth in the corner, Connie knew the meal was on Jean so he leaned back a bit into the seat. “We’ll take a large salsa, cheese dip, and white sauce. It’s my birthday so gotta go big.” Connie grinned widely at the server who had come over to the table quickly after the three of you were seated. Jean rolled his eyes and looked at you with a blunt expression. “Your boyfriend will ring me dry. I’ll be broke before I’m thirty.” You couldn’t help but laugh. “Better you than me.” You teased. 

It felt like the meal flew by, you weren’t expecting to get a call from a neighbor afterward. But your heart sank when the family you usually babysit for was begging you to come to watch their kids. A family emergency had come up and they needed you to come over right away. You apologized profusely to Connie, you didn’t know what to do. But he knew how it was, he had siblings after all. “Go on, y/n. It’s okay. I think you should go and babysit. We can always meet up later.” He kissed you passionately before you left.

The rest of the day dragged on, slower than you would’ve liked. You just wanted to get back to spending time with your boyfriend. When you had arrived at your neighbor’s house; you were greeted by the couple that was dressed for anything but an emergency. They looked as if they had a special occasion planned, like an anniversary date or something of that sort. “I. I hope everything is alright. With your.. family emergency..” You tried biting your tongue before you spilled out more as the couple eyed you. “Oh. Thank you so much. Hopefully, we won’t be gone too long..”

The couple didn’t return until after midnight, never once updating you about where they were; or why they were so late returning home. You gritted your teeth and held your tongue. “Welcome home..” You looked at the two of them when they walked through the front door. “The kids are already tucked in..” They both smelled drunk and looked the part. They waltzed to the couch after handing you your payment and thanking you. Gazing at you from their living room, almost telling you to get out with their expressions. 

 **Knock**Knock** Connie’s gaze averted from his phone to the door. His roommate had passed out about an hour or two ago and he wasn't expecting any visitors.

"Huh, y/n? What are you doing here so late babe?" He looked down at you, his head tilting a bit to the side. He surely wasn't expecting to see you. He figured it was Jean coming over unannounced for a hit or something. "Can I come in?" You looked at him with glazed eyes.

"Of course." He stepped aside to let you walk into his dorm room. "Cozy, huh?" He snickered quietly. 'Far from it.' You thought. The room was a mess. Crumbs and clothes on the floor. And the room had a very pungent smell. One of sweat and old food. ".. it's nice.." You mumbled while biting your bottom lip. "Anyway, I didn't come for a tour.." You hummed as you leaned up to kiss your boyfriend.

Connie leaned down, helping you close the distance. "Oh?" He breathed on your pillowy lips. "What'd ya come for then?" He bit your lower lip with determination. He wanted to get you riled up. Lucky for him, he didn't even have to try. You came here already craving him.

“Today sucked. Once we left each other I mean.” You mumbled into his chest after moving closer to him. You were keeping your voice quiet, not wanting to wake his roommate. “I missed you so much, Connie..” You moved one of your hands down his stomach to his hardened cock; palming it through his pants. It didn’t take much for him to get turned on when you were around. One kiss and he was hard and ready to go; he loved you that much. 

“I know baby. My birthday without you just felt kinda lame. I always like having you by my side, but celebrating when you aren’t there just felt off.” He spoke as his lips rested on your forehead. He placed a few kisses on your cheeks before moving to your lips. “But I’m glad you’re here now.” His tongue worked its way past your lips, swirling in your mouth and tangling itself into your own. 

“Connie... I wanna choke on your cock.” You moaned into the kiss and he felt surprised but only for a moment. “I’d love that baby.” His response made butterflies flutter around in your stomach. You grabbed his hand and led him over to his bunk bed, his roommate asleep above the two of you. You laid down in between his legs and looked up at him. He was making himself comfy, leaning back onto his arms as they rested underneath his head. You reached into the slit in his basketball shorts and boxers to reveal his hard and veiny cock. “Fuck baby I’m already precumming.” He licked his lips as you rested in between his legs. You looked so cute down there, your small hands wrapped around his massive dick.

You spent some time rubbing up and down his member, spreading his precum along his cock; ready to taste all of him. He was getting impatient, occasionally bucking his hips into your fist. “Fuck... Just put your lips on my cock already.” He sat up a bit and put his hands onto your head, running his fingers through your hair. “Open.” He looked down at you, his gaze darker than it was before. 

You complied, opening your pink and glossy lips wide enough for his cock to slide right in. You moved your tongue around as he thrust slowly into your mouth. His groans filled the air but he did his best to keep them quiet. “Fuck, y/n. Your mouth feels so silky.” He bit his lower lip and started to go deeper into your throat. You moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending him a bit deeper into his high as he gritted his teeth. You began bobbing your head when his grip on your head lightened up. He was letting you have control, but you couldn’t guess for how long. 

You swirled your tongue around his cock like it was a lollipop, lapping up his precum and fondling his balls with your hands. Rolling them around your palm always drove him crazy. “Fuck I’m going to cum baby. You’ve gotta catch it.” He groaned and grabbed onto your hair again. Pulling you by your locks up and down onto his dick, hitting the back of your throat as you started to gag. He was so big, and filling that you could barely breed. Tears burned at the entrance of your eyes, wanting to fall down your cheeks as he held you down. Gripping your hair tightly and he balled his fists. You were actually choking around his cock, and you fucking loved it. 

Your gaze started to blacken as he shot his hot cum into the back of your throat. Spurts of it were falling into your throat as you did your best to swallow each gush of it. It was more than he had ever cum before. He was panting now as your nails left crescent marks on his thighs. He pulled you by your hair off of his cock and a loud ‘pop’ filled the room as your lips slid off of him. “Fuck baby. Thank you for the birthday gift.” He chuckled before leaning down and kissing you. “I love you.” 

✿✿✿Author’s Note✿✿✿ Happy Birthday Connie! I was confused on whether to post it today or tomorrow, since I live in North America and it isn’t his actual birthday yet for my timezone, but! I decided to post it today since it’s his birthday in Japan. So.. I hope Connie has a wonderful birthday and I hope the rest of you have a wonderful weekend! 

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February 2019

Nora stares at the familiar envelope placed on Scott’s granite countertop, the white paper practically blinding against the green, black, and tan smooth rock.

Her arms are folded over her front stubbornly, ignoring her own handwriting in black ink and focusing instead on the capitalized RETURN TO SENDER stamped underneath in thick, red font.

Her phone is placed parallel to the envelope on the countertop, her screen staring at her as her eyes flit between both objects. She reads the words Styles and Forty-Eight and Hampstead Heath, scowling incessantly when the bold lettering from the Royal Mail overtakes her neat, loopy scrawl.

With an exasperated sigh, she unfurls her arms from her chest and places them on the edge of the counter, her knuckles gripping the granite so tightly that they turn white underneath the tight skin. She stares at her phone, muttering a quiet, “Fucking hell,” before snatching it with her right hand and dialing the third number on her favortites list.

“Afternoon, Rah!” Niall bellows through the receiver after four subsequent rings.

“Evening, Niall,” Nora responds, acknowledging their time zone difference like they normally do whenever they phone each other. It’s just another reminder that her best friend’s are not only eight hours ahead, but also over five thousand miles away, too.

“Why are you answering Piper’s phone?” Nora asks, turning on her heel so that her backside is resting against the counter, the unsightly envelope completely out of her line of vision.

“She’s in the loo. What can I help you with?” Niall asks cheekily.

Nora sighs so loudly that Niall chuckles through the receiver.

“Christ, that doesn’t sound good. You sure yer okay over there, Rah?” Niall asks.

“Yeah, I’m alright. It’s just—” Nora pauses, unsure of how to vocalize her frustrations properly without sounding like a brat.

“Rah?” Niall prompts.

With one last sigh, Nora gets over her inner turmoil and just blurts out her reason for calling.

“Does Harry not want to come to the premiere? I know things are awkward between us, but he didn’t even accept the tickets I mailed over. He sent them back without saying anything. Am I—Christ, have I ruined things between us that badly?”

Niall’s silent on the other line, and Nora’s almost positive her lungs stop producing air while she waits for his response impatiently.

“He hasn’t said anything to Pipes or I,” Niall says easily after a minute, causing Nora’s nose to scrunch in confusion. “Did you send it to his old address by accident?”

“Old address?” Nora echoes.

Niall chuckles. “Yeah. Curly moved to Primrose Hill last April. Not long after our wedding, actually.”

Nora freezes, feeling an uncomfortable weight press down on her chest.

It’s not like she would have heard of the news anyway, considering she blocked his number the moment she fled London over five years ago and never felt the need to call him in all the time that transpired. 

She doesn’t remember the last time she went on Facebook—her account has long since been deactivated ever since Variety published her name in an article about her film. Her Instagram has transformed from a post-grad sharing pictures of her friends and her childhood beachfront town, to a perfectly curated grid of photographs guaranteed to receive thousands of likes ever since the blue checkmark appeared near her username. She doubts Harry would even have an account, let alone follow her, so she truly has no way of hearing about any updates surrounding his life if not from secondhand information distributed from Piper and Niall.

There’s also the added fact that she showed up at his Hampstead Heath townhouse at three in the morning unannounced, asking him if he still loved her when she had no claim on him in the first place.

Nora doesn’t blame him for moving after that, either.

“Oh,” Nora says through an exhale. She’s not really sure what else there is to say.

“He wanted a place closer to his father’s office. His whole plan of being on the board of directors before he’s thirty and all that.” Niall throws in a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. “His old place was too small for him anyways. His own fault for being a fuckin’ giant.”

Nora forces out a laugh, appreciating Niall’s attempt to try to make her feel better.

“Could you, uh, tell me his new address? So I can resend the invitations?” Nora asks, her figurative tail tucked neatly in between her legs.

Niall’s silent for so long that Nora has to pull her phone away from her ear just to check that their call was still connected.

All of a sudden, Niall’s cheerful tone floats through the receiver, and Nora wonders what on earth he’s scheming in that big head of his.

“Hmm, I can’t actually remember, Rah. Pipes and I have been so busy, barely have had the time to head over to his place for dinner parties.” Nora rolls her eyes so ferociously that she can feel the migraine forming in her temporal lobe. “If Pipes wasn’t still in the loo, I’d ask her.”

“Niall—”

“—Why don’t you give him a call! I’ve actually gotta run, the dog’s been barkin’ and it’s my turn to let him out,” Niall says quickly, and Nora tries to interrupt again, informing him that she hasn’t heard a dog barking in the background of their call at all.

“His number’s the same. Have a great day, Rah!” Niall says, hanging up before Nora can wish him a proper goodnight.

Nora stares at her phone for so long that the screen has already faded to black and she can see her wide-eyed expression looking right back at her through the reflective glass. She’s not sure what she’s waiting for—a sign? For Harry to sense that she needs to call him from across the Atlantic? For Niall to call her back and take her out of her misery?

She’s been hunched over her phone for so long that her lower back starts to ache, and with what feels like the hundredth heavy sigh leaving her lips, she scrolls though her blocked numbers list and clicks on Harry’s, bringing her phone to her ear without hesitating a moment longer.

Thankfully, he doesn’t make her wait long. Two rings later, Nora practically feels her spine tingle when his gruff voice falls through her receiver.

“Nora?”

***

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The President Wears Prada (William Nylander) | Chapter 29

A/N:  There’s somewhat of a double update this week 🙊You’ll understand why at the end of the chapter 🙊 

May 26th, 2020

Aberdeen Bloom was frantic.  

The NHL had announced their Return to Play plan.  Toronto was the chosen hub city for the eastern conference, naturally.  They were Toronto.  She’d be back at work.

None of that mattered.

William was back in Toronto.

But he was in quarantine.  The government had instituted the policy and he was going to stick to it, obviously.  And so was she, especially since he traveled from Florida, even though it was going to be hard.  It meant that he was in Toronto, and Aberdeen knew he was in Toronto, but she was unable to see him.  They’d have to communicate the same way as they did when he was in Tampa Bay, still, even though he was only a ten-minute walk away from her.  

It killed her.  It hurt worse than when he was in Tampa.

“The plan is already set,” he explained to her on the phone.  “After the fourteen days I get to go back onto the ice.  I think a few of the guys who stayed in Toronto will be there too.  No more than five, though.”

“Yeah.  Those are the rules.”

“Will you be there with Brendan?”

Aberdeen hadn’t even thought about it.  She and Brendan had obviously kept in touch throughout quarantine, but he hadn’t mentioned needing her at Scotiabank Arena should any of the guys go in for a skate.  “I don’t know, actually,” she admitted.  “I’d have to ask.”

“Please ask,” he said quickly, causing Aberdeen to laugh.  “If you’re there that day, when I’m back on the ice, I…Aberdeen, please just ask.”

“I will.”

***

May 29th, 2020

“Do you need me in that day, by the way?” Aberdeen asked Brendan on the phone, super-casually but also super-connivingly near the end of their call.

“Which day?”

“Any of the days, really,” she said, trying to sound even more casual than before.  They’d gone through all the players, their whereabouts, and all the dates they would be available to go skate at the arena.  “The seventh, the ninth – any of them.”

“Well…it’ll be nice to see your smiling face,” he said, and she knew by his tone he was looking down at his calendar.  “How about you come in on just one of the days.  You choose which one.”

“I’ll come on the ninth, the Tuesday,” she chose quickly.  “Sunday is a day of worship, Brendan.  You should know better.”

Brendan laughed on the other end.  “It’ll be good to see you again, Aberdeen.  Bring some of that humour with you.  We’re gonna need it.”

***

June 3rd, 2020

“Six more days, minskatt.”

“Not that we’re counting.”

“When I get my hands on you…”

“Not if I get my hands on you first.”

***

June 7th, 2020

“Forty-eight hours.”

“It’s been sixty-one days, you know.”

“Sixty-one days?!  Fuuuuuuck, Aberdeen.”

“You haven’t been buried in my pussy for sixty-one days, Willy.”

“Aberdeen—”

“My pussy’s so wet for you Willy.”

“You’ve gotta stop teasing me.”

***

June 9th, 2020

“A blazer, Aberdeen?” Brendan asked as he watched her walk into the office, a giddy smile on his face – not that anyone saw.  Everyone was wearing a mask, and he was no exception.  He wore a Leafs branded one, naturally.  He had a bunch to give to Aberdeen, too – one for every day of the week.  She walked into the office wearing a plain black mask.  Typical of her.

“I needed to feel professional,” she said.  “I’ve been in my condo in sweaters and tights for three months.  Give me this moment.”

“Fine.  Have it,” he smiled.  “Set your stuff down and come with me.  We’re going down to the ice.”

Aberdeen felt shivers running up and down her spine, and it wasn’t because of the ice.  They made their way down to the locker room first, actually, where they saw Kyle on the way.  She and him caught up quickly, with her asking about Leo and with Kyle asking about her writing.  But then, like pure magic, and completely unannounced, there he was, in his hockey pants and socks.  She swore her heart stopped beating.  Sixty-one days.

William stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her.  He was wearing a mask, so she could only see his eyes.  “Aberdeen,” he said, nodding at her.  “Hey.”

“Hey,” she said.  “Long time no see.  How was Tampa?” she asked.

Only she could see the indignant look he was giving her with his eyes.  It was a look he only saved for her when she was being ridiculous – in any way she could be ridiculous – so Brendan and Kyle were none the wiser, though she was sure if they really looked, they’d probably see it too.  “It was good.  Nice spending time with the siblings, you know.  Were you okay here?”

She nodded.  “Yeah, everything was fine on my end.  Just stayed holed up in the condo, really.  Kasha was working a lot from home so it was mostly just me writing and keeping quiet so she could still earn a living.”

“Well that’s good that she didn’t get laid off or anything,” he commented.  “And your family?  They’re okay?”

“They’re fine.  Siena’s back at my parents’ place and finished off the school year.  Camden is too, though school in general is a bit of a shit show right now.”

“Is that Aberdeen?!” a voice suddenly called out from inside the locker room.  Before their dumb conversation could continue with Brendan and Kyle watching, she saw a maskless Zach Hyman in his full gear barreling towards her.  “Aberdeen!” he extended his arms for a hug.

“No no no!” Kyle and Brendan screamed at the same time, putting their arms up like a forcefield around Aberdeen.  “No hugging!  Social distancing!”

Zach’s brows were furrowed before he finally remembered, rolling his eyes at himself.  “Sorry.  I’m so dumb.  I completely forgot.  I’m just excited to see you!”

“Me too, Zach,” she smiled, wishing he could see it.  She hoped he at least saw her eyes crinkle from it.  “It’s nice to be back, isn’t it?”

“You’re telling me,” he said.  She didn’t even have to see his face to see he was smiling from ear to ear.  He lived for hockey.  “You coming out onto the ice with us?”

“If I’m allowed,” Aberdeen shrugged her shoulders, looking to Brendan and Kyle who were nodding their heads.  “Might sit on the bench and pretend I’m Sheldon for a bit.”

***

did u tell kasha ur working late?

Yup

come over right when brendan lets u leave i can’t wait anymore

me neither

i got a boner just seeing u today in your work clothes

LOL WILL

minskatt im 100% serious this isnt funny

I’m actually dying Willy Thank god you were wearing your hockey pants We’ve waited over six weeks, you can’t wait longer?

NO I CAN’T MINSKATT

***

There were butterflies in Aberdeen’s stomach as she made her way into William’s condo building, into the elevator, and through the hallways.  Still in her work clothes, she knocked frantically on his front door.  

She didn’t have to wait long.

She didn’t even get the third knock in before he swung the door open, obviously waiting for her, grabbing her arm and pulling her in.  She dropped her bag as he pulled her into him and immediately planted his lips on hers aggressively.  Hands and lips and tongues happened all at once, and they were everywhere, and when the front door shut behind them William pushed Aberdeen up against it, lifting her up in his arms with her wrapping her legs around him.  Aberdeen wrapped her arms around his shoulders and began running her fingers through his hair.  It had gotten so long.  So long.  She’d seen the progression of the length on their FaceTime calls, but it was different seeing it in person.  Sixty-one days.  Sixty-one days since she’d seen him and she barely took in the sight of him when he opened the door.

“God I fucking missed you,” he mumbled quickly as his kisses moved from her lips to her neck.

“Let me see you,” she mumbled, stopping her hands from running through his hair to place them on either side of his face.  She pulled his face away from her neck so she could look at him, really look at him.  His eyes were as blue as ever, glossed over with love and lust and everything in between.  His hair was as blonde as ever, long and luscious and every girl’s dream, really.  A light stubble covered his face, and the stupidest mustache sat atop his lip, but because he was William, she couldn’t say a bad thing about it.  It looked ridiculous, but she loved everything about it.  His lips were pink and puffy and wet as she ran her thumb across them ever so gently.  He was here.  He was actually here.  “Hi,” she said softly, their chests still heaving from the hot and heavy start.  

“Hi minskatt,” he whispered back equally as softly, pursing his lips slightly as if to kiss her thumb.

“You’re here,” she smiled.  “You’re finally here.”

“I never want to spend that much time apart again,” he said.  “I can’t stand being away from you.”

“Me neither.”

“It was torture,” he continued.  “All I thought about was you.  How much I love you.  How much I wanted to hold you in my arms like I’m doing now.”

Aberdeen smiled again, biting down on her bottom lip slightly.  “Show me,” she said.  “Show me how much you love me.”

He planted his lips on hers again, just as frantic and fiercely as the last time, continuing where he left off.  Aberdeen began shimmying out of her blazer, letting it fall to the floor as he adjusted her in his arms and carried her through the apartment, setting her down finally on his couch.  Hovering over her now, with her legs still wrapped around him, Aberdeen tugged at his hoodie.  “Take this off,” she mumbled, pulling it over his shoulders and throwing it behind them.

Reluctantly, William’s lips left Aberdeen’s as he pulled back and started unzipping her pants.  “Willy,” her chest heaved up and down.  He was working quickly.  He ignored his name as he pulled her pants off.  When they were off, he hooked his fingers into her underwear and pulled them off too.  “Willy—”

William was a man possessed.  There was nothing Aberdeen could say – instead, she watched as he gave her one final look with his blue eyes before he dove into her pussy.  She bucked her hips almost automatically but William brought his arm up to hold her down.  “Ooooooh fuck, Willy,” she sighed out.  

“I missed this,” he mumbled, humming against her lips as he lapped and sucked, making her squirm underneath his arm.  “You taste so good for me.”

“I missed this too.  I missed your mouth on my pussy,” she strained to get out, trying to savour the feeling as much as possible since she hadn’t felt it in sixty-one days.  When he looked up at her from in between her legs, she smiled.  “You look so good between my thighs, baby,” she cooed, running her fingers through his hair and gripping it slightly.  

He hummed again, sending shivers down her spine.  “When you touched yourself was it like this?” he asked.

“No,” she responded automatically, because nothing was the same as having William’s lips and tongued glued to her pussy.  “Nothing is as good as this, Willy.  Nothing.”

“Can I put my fingers in your pussy?”

She nodded furiously.  “Please Willy.”

He pushed two fingers in slowly as he sucked on her clit, making her squirm even more so than before.  “Oooooh, Willy,” she moaned.  He curled his fingers inside of her like he always did and she gasped.  “Willy—Willy—”

“Feel good?”

“Feels fucking amazing,” she said.  “Willy, I—I—”

“What do you want, Aberdeen?”

“I want to suck your cock, Willy,” she admitted.  “I want to suck your cock so bad.”

He chuckled, and she could feel it, and his eyes narrowed as he could practically feel the shivers run through her body.  “Not yet.  Not until you come on my face.”

Aberdeen gulped.  “But Willy—”

“No.  Not until you come on my face, baby.”

“Willyyyy—” she begged, until she felt his fingers curl inside of her again.  “Oh fuck, Willy, fuck – please,” she huffed.  

“Let me taste you, Aberdeen.  I need to taste you.”

As he continued his lapping, Aberdeen moaned and cried out at every opportunity, and when she began tugging on his hair and pulling his face even further against her wet pussy, he knew she was close.  With a few more curls of his fingers and sucking on her clit, she cried out his name over and over again as she became a screaming, writhing mess on his couch.  He lapped up every single last drop of her as he watched her chest heave up and down from the pleasure, from the pleasure he caused.  When he was finally finished, placing butterfly kisses against her pussy and thighs, he made his way back up and gave her a hot, slobbered kiss.

She could taste herself on his lips, and she loved it, but what she wanted more was to taste him.  So when his lips left hers, she made sure to look him in the eye.  “Sit,” she said, putting her hands on his chest.  

“Minskatt—” he said, placing a hand on hers.

“Sit,” she ordered more sternly, pushing him back so he’d listen to her command.  He sat on the couch with his legs spread apart and watched as she climbed on top of him but made her way between his legs.  She took off her top, leaving her just in her lace bra that she wore especially for him.  Her hands went to the waistband of his sweatpants and she pulled them down, along with his boxers, as eagerly as ever.  When his cock bounced up, already hard, she smiled up at him.  “Mmmmm,” she hummed, running her fingernails up and down his thick thighs.  “I’ve been dreaming about your cock in my mouth, Willy.”

“I’ve been dreaming abo—oh fuuuuuck,” he groaned as Aberdeen wasted no time in licking the underside of his cock from the base to the tip before covering the tip with her lips.  “Aberdeen—”

William couldn’t finish his sentence – or thought, really – because Aberdeen took his cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around expertly.  He leaned his head back and closed his eyes.  The amount of times he thought about this very thing while in Tampa…and now it was happening.  He shuddered thinking about it, feeling it happening right now.  “Your mouth feels incredible on my cock,” he managed to get out, looking down at her with hooded eyes.  

“Pull my hair, Willy,” she said quickly, putting a quick kiss on the tip of his cock. 

It was his turn to gulp.  He ran his fingers through her hair – the hair he loved so much – and tugged on it slightly, pushing her back down onto his cock.  She moaned in response.  “That okay?”

She nodded even though his cock was halfway down her throat.  She looked up at him again once she came back up – once he allowed her to.  “Harder, Willy.  It’s okay.  I want your cock down my throat.”

“Ab—”

“It’s okay, Willy,” she dug her nails into his thighs.  “I want it.”

A deep growl rose in his chest as he tugged on her hair again, pushing her mouth down his cock slowly.  As he watched his cock disappear into her mouth, his pupils dilated.  When she looked up at him with her beady eyes, he almost lost it.  She began bobbing her head up and down his cock with his direction, the tugging of her hair and the slight force he was using making her wet all over again.  Much like William, Aberdeen derived pleasure from knowing she was giving William that same pleasure, so seeing his chest heave, seeing him lean his head back in pleasure – it was all she wanted, everything she dreamed of for the past sixty-one days away from him.

“D’you want to come down my throat?” she asked, his cock slick and wet from her spit.

“No,” he said sternly.  “Get…get up here.”

“Willy—”

He tugged her by the arm, bringing her back up so he could kiss her and pick her back up again as they made their way to his bedroom.  He plopped her down to the bed, opening his bedside table drawer to get a condom.  She stole it from him, ripping it open with her teeth and rolling it on herself before laying back down on the bed, unclasping her bra herself and throwing it across the room.  

William bent down and took one of her nipples into her mouth, sucking gently as he grabbed at her hands.  He raised them above her head, holding them both there with only one of his own.  He saw her smile.  “You like that, don’t you?” he asked, his own grin showing how he felt about it.

She nodded her head.  “I want your cock so bad Willy.  “Give me your cock.  I need your cock.”

He slipped into her easily, quickly, her wet pussy still slick with her juices.  They both moaned in pleasure, and once he was fully in her, they both took a moment to savour the feeling of being together again – physically, mentally, emotionally, everything – and looked each other in the eye.  “God you feel so good,” he whispered, giving the tip of her nose a light kiss.  “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” she said, her voice breathless, the feeling of him filling her up almost too much to bear after not having experienced it for so long.  “I love you so much, Willy.”

“I promise you,” he said.  “I promise you I’ll never leave you for that long again.  We’ll never be separated like that.”

She nodded her head.  She understood.  “I never want to be.  I always want to be with you, Willy.  Wherever you are, I’ll be.”

He began moving in and out of her, slowly, trying to make the feeling last as long as possible.  But eventually, when Aberdeen began rolling her hips along with his movements, even though her arms and hands were still pinned above her head, he couldn’t control himself, moving quicker and crashing harder against her body.  He watched as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, the moans escaping them freely and loudly.  

At some point, William forgot about holding her arms above her head.  At some point, they escaped free, and she dug her nails into his shoulder blades and scratched them down his back.  At some point, after hearing her moans and cries and screams of his name for what felt like hours, he lost himself, and he lost control, and she lost herself, and she lost control, and they came together, bodies close, arms around each other, his head buried in the crook of her neck, hearts beating together.  

***

“Did you mean what you said?” William asked as they lay in bed together, still recovering.  He knew there was going to be a round two.  And a round three.  And however many more they saw fit until they were satisfied, although deep down he knew neither of them would ever be satisfied.  But before all that, he needed to clear something up.  He needed to hear it from her.  “Wherever you are, I’ll be?”

Aberdeen looked over at him.  She knew what he was asking, because he was in hockey.  He could be shipped off somewhere tomorrow.  He could be shipped off in the off-season.  As she learned in May, and saw for herself, virtually half the fanbase wanted him gone (the dumb fanbase at least, she thought).  But much like when he asked her if she would really come to Sweden with him, she knew there was a deeper meaning to this.  There always was with William with questions like this; he was still learning to talk to her – to express his feelings like he promised he would after that game against Carolina.  “Are you listening?” she asked, what they would always ask each other when they were about to say something important.

“Yes, minskatt.”

She looked him in the eye and nodded her head.  “Of course I did.”

He tried not to show it, but he took a sharp intake of breath.  She could see his Adam’s apple bob.  She knew he was trying not to get emotional.  But when he moved to kiss her, she could feel a tear.

***

June 13th, 2020

“I saw on the news that William is back!” Camden exclaimed into the phone.  Aberdeen had to go so far as to jerk the phone away from her ear.  From the other side of the couch, William giggled silently.  “Did you get to see him, Aberdeen?!”

“I did,” she laughed.  “He says hello.”

“Did he have a good time in Tampa?”

“I think so.  I mean he was with his siblings,” Aberdeen laughed.  “Aren’t you happy with me and Siena are home?”

“Sometimes.”

She snorted.  “Anyways, have you finished the last of your work for school?” she asked.  “Siena told me you forgot about a math assignment.”

“Oh my God, I forget about one assignment and I never hear the end of it!” he complained.  William threw his head back in silent laughter.  “You guys never let me hear the end of it!”

“But it’s math, Camden!  Math is your favourite subject!”

“Don’t you guys remember I’m working at like, two grades above my level in math anyway?” he reminded her.  “I’m already, like, gifted in math.  You weren’t gifted.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“Is Auston back yet?” he asked.

“I don’t know buddy.  He’s still in Arizona.  But I assume he’ll be coming back soon.  I’m sure there’s ice rinks there he’s practicing on.”

“Is he staying safe?”

“I’m sure he is Camden.  I’m sure he is.”

***

June 19th, 2020

@simmonssteve: POSTMEDIA EXCLUSIVE: Auston Matthews has tested positive for COVID-19.  My breaking story: torontosun.com

***

Aberdeen thought she’d seen Brendan Shanahan angry on her interview day when he was demanding to his former personal assistant that the article written about his daughter be pulled from the Toronto Sun.  She thought she saw Brendan Shanahan at his angriest when she entered his house while he was having a fight with his daughter and the subsequent day when he sent her on a wild goose chase throughout the city to find Niklas Lidstrom’s Swedish jersey.  

Those were a walk in the park compared to how she saw him now, dealing with the leaked information that Auston tested positive for COVID-19.  

She was sure he was ready to burn down his office, the floor, the entire building, the entire Scotiabank Arena.  She knew he wanted to revoke the media access and credentials of the reporter, Steve Simmons, because he had so many strikes against him over the years (Aberdeen would have to research this when she got home), but that he would look like a vindictive and spiteful president if he did so.  She knew he had been on the phone with Auston and his agent and his parents and Kyle and Brad and just about everyone else important within the organization to deal with it.

And all she was doing was sitting in a chair in his office with a mask on.  

She felt her phone buzz in her hand, and when she looked at the screen she saw “Head Empty” on the screen followed by a message.  

hows it going over there?

She took a quick look at Brendan and he was still barking into a phone.  She unlocked her screen and began to type.  

It’s a shit show. Have you heard from Auston?

yea mild symptoms but hes angry doesnt know how it leaked

Who could it have been?

no clue, honestly not like any of us would say something

“Aberdeen, Kyle is coming in,” Brendan said quickly.  His voice was stern but softer than how he was speaking to whoever was on the phone.  He had his hand over the receiver.  “Can you go get us some coffee, please.”

She nodded and got up, making her way out of his office and to the Starbucks where she always went to get their regular orders.  As she took the staircase down to the main floor, her phone began to ring loudly, echoing in the empty space.  She stopped and looked down at her phone.  Auston Matthews.

“Hello?” she asked, truly confused as to why he would be calling her.

“Hey,” he said casually.  “How are you?”

“I’m…fine,” she replied, still confused.  “Is everything okay?”

“Depends,” he said.  “Can you be honest with me?”

She stiffened slightly.  “I’m always honest with you.”

“I know.  But can you be honest with me right now?”

“Yes, of course.”

He paused.  “Do you know who leaked it?”

She closed her eyes.  She let out the breath she didn’t know she was holding in.  “No, I don’t.  But trust me when I say we’re doing everything to find out.  Kyle’s heading over right now and I can only imagine what he and Brendan are going to do to…I don’t know, mitigate this disaster.”

She could hear him sigh on the other end.  “I hope whoever it was gets fired, honest to God.”

“I hope so too.  Pretty sure Brendan wants to get Steve Simmons fired, too, for what it’s worth,” she said.  There was a moment of silence between the two of them before her mouth began speaking quicker than her brain told her not to say anything.  “You don’t think it was me, do you?”

“No, not at all,” he said.  “We all trust you with anything and everything.  We know if something ever got out, it would never be you.”

“Why do you say that?” she asked, genuinely curious.  It was a feat in and of itself to have the utmost trust of absolutely everybody in the locker room.

“Because we know and understand that we all have our secrets, Aberdeen.”

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Ocean Eyes - Part 3

A/N - Just a small update, im sorry if its bad but it was written after 2hrs sleep! 😂💕💕

It was finally Friday! I had finished my shift at the coffee shop and collected Mason from preschool. He was telling me all about his day happily chatting away as i drove us home, It was only a ten minute drive from the preschool so we were soon parking up out front.

"So what do you want for dinner tonight bud?" I asked as we walked from the car to the front door.

"Pizza!!"

"Pizza? Really?"

"Pleaseeee mom?"

"Fine!" I chuckled shaking my head at how happy he looked, the boy loved his pizza, and how could i say no to that face!

"Hey neighbours!"

I rolled my eyes and internally cursed at the voice of my next door neighbour Brian. The guy honestly creeped me out, Hannah was convinced he had a thing for me, the thought alone made my stomach turn!

"Hey Brian" i gave him tight lipped smile to be polite but carried on toward the house, i just wanted to get me and Mason inside.

"How are my favourite neighbours?"

"We're fine, thank you"

"So um...Y/N, a few of us are getting together tomorrow for a BBQ.... you and Mason should come"

"Sorry Brian, we have plans with some friends tomorrow" i lied, there was no way in hell i'd accept an invitation from him.

"Oh ok, no problem. Maybe some other time...?"

"I gotta get inside and sort out dinner, Mason's hungry. Have a nice time at your BBQ" i said quickly as i unlocked the door getting Mason inside first, i rushed in behind him huffing out a sigh of relief that i was away from Brian.

Mason was sitting down on the sofa watching a show about space and eating some fruit while i cleaned up a little in the living room and kitchen, i was running late this morning so didn't have time to do it until now. I had decided i'd order the pizza around 5pm being as Mason tended to stay up later on a Friday night. Just as i was finishing up in the kitchen my cell started ringing, i already knew it would be Hannah she called around this time most days.

"Hey"

"Hey, so im thinking we need to go out"

"Okayyyy random" i chuckled wiping down the counter and tossing the dishcloth on the side "why?"

"Because we both need to find a man!

Y/N we deserve some fun!"

"Things with Damien didnt work out i take it?"

"No, his a jackass! Come on please? Next week?? My mom already said she'd watch the boys"

"I don't know Han, you know i don't really date....i definitely don't hook up"

"But maybe you'll meet someone nice who you can get to know and eventually it could lead to something.... you dont have to hook up with anyone. We just need a girls night out, a night where we're just Y/N and Hannah and not mom"

"Can i think about it?"

"Sure! As long as your answer is YES!"

She said loudly making us both laugh.

"Fine! I'll go out if it makes you happy"

"Oh my god we're gonna have so much fun!!"

"I don't know about that! The last time we went out drinking together we were in a bar fight because you made out with some girls boyfriend!"

"Haha good times! How was i to know he had a girlfriend?"

"Your trouble Han" i shook my head thinking back at how wild she was before becoming a mom. We soon said our goodbyes and i went to join Mason on the sofa while i ordered our pizza.

Just as i was about to lock my phone once i was done i noticed the little notification on my messages indicating that i had a new message.

Unknown: Hey Y/N, its Chris.

Can we talk?

Y/N: About what??

Chris: I was hoping maybe we could talk in person....

Y/N: I don't think thats a good idea Chris.

Chris: oh.... well this is kinda awkward.... im outside

Are you fucking kidding me?!!

I said loudly in my head as i got up and went over to the window. There he was sitting in his car parked behind mine on the drive looking down at the phone in his hands, probably waiting for my reply.

"Mace? Im just going out to the car bud i wont be long okay?"

"Uh huh" he replied without even looking away from the TV.

As soon as i opened the front door Chris's car door opened and he got out quickly giving me a nervous smile.

"Thank you for coming to talk to me"

"What are you doing here Chris?" I asked as i looked through the front window making sure i could keep an eye on Mason.

"I wanted to apologise, for how i treated you, how i ended what we had.... i know i was a huge asshole. I just want you to know that im nothing like that guy anymore...."

"Thats great Chris, really. Because that guy was a careless, selfish son of a bitch"

"I know" he nodded sadly "i wish i could go back and make better choices. Take back the things i said to you.... Y/N the biggest regret of my life is that i lost you. You were my best friend.... my wife...." he shook his head "i didn't know what i had until you were gone"

"You couldn't have missed me that much" i scoffed "its taken you almost 6 years to come see me, i haven't heard from you once in all that time"

"I was ashamed of myself"

"Ok" i nodded "well thanks for coming by to clear that up but i have to go..."

"Scott told me" Chris called from behind me as i headed back inside "about Mason" he added, i froze on the spot feeling my heart start to race at hearing those words.

"He what??!" I spun around to face him with wide eyes, i was internally cursing Scott to hell!

He told Chris about Mason???

"He told me he came to see you, found out you have a son...."

"what is it with you two just showing up at my house unannounced and uninvited??"

"I knew if i asked to come see you you'd say no"

"You're right i would. It doesn't change anything just because you know about Mason"

"I know i just...." he shook his head as he searched for the right thing to say.

"You don't need to feel guilty, like you have to be here now you know, we've managed fine without you for this long"

"What?.... what do you mean by that?"

He asked taking a few steps towards me, it was at that moment i realised he didn't know Mason was his son.... shit!

"Y/N.... is Mason my son??" Chris asked as his chest heaved from how heavy he was suddenly breathing as he processed this new information.

"I thought... you... you said Scott told you all about Mason...."

As if on cue the front door opened and Mason appeared holding my ringing cell phone. I heard a gasp escape Chris's mouth as he looked down at Mason, at the little boy who was a spitting image of him.

"Mom your phone keeps ringing" he said holding my cell phone out to me.

"Thank you baby" i quickly looked to see it was my mom calling and sent it to voicemail, i'd call her later.

"You wanna come inside? I guess we need to talk" i said looking back at Chris who was stood with tears in his eyes, he nodded quickly not taking his eyes off of Mason and followed us inside.

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Chapter 4: Leaving Out the Side Door

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Pairings: Dark!Steve Rogers (in future chapters) x Reader

Word Count: 2,325

Summary: Steve Rogers; a Hollywood A-lister and your clandestine occasional hookup. Best friends since childhood, but people change and friendships fall out. Now you were merely strangers with benefits. What happens when one day you stopped being his doormat to be a better man’s queen? The selfish Steve Rogers would not like it. How far is he willing to go to get his favorite possession back?

Warnings: smut, non-con/dub-con, dark Steve (in later chapter), angst, Steve Rogers is an asshole in this one, no redeeming qualities. (MUST BE 18+)

A/N: this series is dedicated to the lovely @belovedcherry​​​ who commissioned this story and developed the concept. thank you for being a friend when i truly needed it. i’m really glad that you trusted me to write this story for you. with all my heart, i sincerely hope you like it. this series will be updated every day.

You were on your knees with your hands tied behind your back as he vigorously thrust into you. Your heartbeat pounded in your rib cage and you began to feel numb from the hours he had fucked you. Steve was relentless when he was chasing his own climax, greedily used you as a tool; giving zero fucks about your pleasure or your discomfort, to dump his load in.

Steve didn’t need to see your face or hear your consent. He could go on and on for hours and still not feel satisfied. One thing that you had learned from this being in this dead-end friends with benefits thing with Steve Rogers is that his stamina was relentless. And he wouldn’t think twice about getting what he needed whenever he needed it.

Steve impaled you as your face was squeezed into the pillow, you could hear the squelching noises from the ceaseless cycle of disposing his semen in you and then pushed it back in when he was ready for the next round. Your head began to feel dizzy and your visions turned hazy. You’d tell him to stop because you couldn’t take it anymore, but you knew you didn’t have any strength left in your body to do so.

So you ascended from your body and let him take the wheel; allowing him to go as fast as he wished. He kept hammering until he felt your cunt clenching around him and his cock pulsated, then the line blurred as the coil inside you burst, withering every nerve in your body.

“Ah, fuck.” He grunted. He stayed still inside you until he felt himself softening and then he retreated.

Steve unbound your wrists and he threw himself on the other side of the bed. You knew better than turning to his side and cuddle on his chest unwarranted. He always expected you to get up and get out of his house instantly because he either had another place to attend and didn’t want to see you still here when he comes home or he was ready for another hookup.

Every now and then, you’d let him use you to fulfil his needs and you’d volunteer in cleaning his apartment afterwards. Even after those countless nights where you weren’t the one who made a mess of his sheets.

Ever since that night in your dorm; the first time you were reborn into a blossomed woman and the first time Steve paved the way of traversing to the electric piquancy of venereal act for you, you couldn’t stop. You couldn’t stop letting him through your door or drive to his place at three in the morning just so he could let off some steam.

Every time you try to say no, he’d always pay you a visit unannounced. He’d paralyze you with his words and freeze you with his unchaste touches. “Shh, let me make you feel good, baby. You just gotta surrender yourself to me.”

You’d try to push him away but your brittle tenacity was unavailing. Fast forward to five years later, when you finally got your degree and life vagabondized to unexpected places, your sex life was still staying still in one spot.

You were recruited by National Institute of Mental Health as their project manager. You were possibly the youngest candidate to occupy this position but they were very impressed by your resume and your interview that they didn’t have any better choice than giving you the job.

You loved it, you excelled at what you do. Helping people and tending for their mental health was the aim of your life. You had a clear vision of how you were going to initiate a concept, plan a strategy and execute the plan. You respected your colleagues and vice versa. It was a suitable environment for you to work in and you enjoyed every minute of it.

Your best friend aka your former roommate, Natasha was your rock. You still talked to her everyday and she’d always text you in case she couldn’t call. You’d exchange stories about how your days went and she’d always send you pictures or videos of her adorable cat, Liho. It always carved a smile on your face.

The same goes for Wanda, although with her busy schedule of graduate school and supervised experience made things a little difficult for you to stay in touch, she still updated every nugatory detail of her life. You loved her and you missed her excruciatingly. You had driven to New Haven during some weekends to see her and spend time with her, but when the weekend was over, you had to return to New York because your job was waiting for you.

They were your two most endeared girls and you couldn’t wait for the day you finally introduce them to each other. Natasha and Wanda had said hi to each other a few times back when you were still living in the same dorm but, you really wanted to spend time with the two of them at the same time. They would totally click.

But if anyone asks you about your love life? Well, how could you explain something that was nonexistent?

Unless “friends” with benefit counts for something…

A bell on your apartment dinged and you reached for the door. A man in black with purple nuances uniform showed up with a package in his hands. “Miss Y/L/N?”

“Yes, that’s me.”

“Here’s your delivery. Sign here please.” He handed you a piece of paper to draw your signature on and you accepted it without question, knowing full well it was another extravagant gift from Steve. Yep, that Steve.

The Steve Rogers.

A Brooklyn-born movie star of various blockbuster films, a remarkable singer and the face of Calvin Klein’s campaign this year… and Gucci Guilty’s last year.

The notorious womanizer but it was all good because he was the man. When you had starred alongside Leonardo DiCaprio and posed next to Oprah, who would give a shit if you never stopped playing the field, right?

And because he was The Steve Rogers, he could’ve spent his money on any lavish item and he could’ve put his dick wherever he wanted it. That included you, being the object of his wealthiness and his manliness.

How many times had you tried to reason with him when he constrained you to come over after a drunken hookup with a twenty-something model to clean up the mess and take out the trash? Perhaps just a few numbers exceeding the number of times he’d play the most charming man in the world only to forget your existence until he wanted you again.

So your feet innately transported you to your car, wearing the brand-new crimson red, bodycon dress with deep V-neck that displayed your cleavage, spaghetti straps baring your arms and a backless design that made you shiver due to the crisp air and drove to a place you had grown so accustomed to.

And this was the God knows how many times you were corrupted on his bed again. You had been so busy with your upcoming project that NIMH was ready to announce but you just couldn’t find it in yourself to resist the urge to come over to his place.

You stood on your wobbly feet, cleaned yourself up and see yourself out. Wouldn’t want to keep another mistress waiting in line…

Three weeks have passed since you last slept with Steve Rogers. Whispers on the streets chirped that he had been occupied with shooting a new film, erotic thriller slash mystery genre. Seems appropriate.

You yourself had been snowed under your work. The fundraiser event that NIMH was holding had been wearing you down but it was all worth it when the show was on. Negotiating with sponsorships, seeking donations and managing ticket sales were not easy, and it was all part of your responsibility because you were the boss, but you aced it anyway.

You were also responsible to hire professional entertainers and well, knowing that you got some connections to a well-known actor, of course, he was the first name on your list. But due to schedule conflicts, he couldn’t make it. It wasn’t a problem though, you still had a long list of names; film stars, movie producers, musicians, directors, moguls, etc.

You stood in your black sequin dress at the corner of the venue, inhaling all the sedulity and gumption you had invested in this event for the past couple of months. A part of you was secretly hoping that Steve would be here to see it, but you quickly eliminated those thoughts away.

9th-grade summer break. Upon the verdant hills overlooking the tranquil lake below; the moon’s faint glow ricochets on the water.

“What do you wanna be when you grow up, y/n?” his head reclined on his the palms of his hand, arms sprawled out like a butterfly’s wings.

“I wanna… Help people. My mom is a nurse and my whole life I watched her taking care of people she’d never met and I wanna have her big heart. I wanna do something that saves people.” you beheld the twinkling stars in the crepuscular sky, privily prayed that every word would come true.  

“You wanna be a nurse like her too?” His eyebrow raised.

“I don’t know… Maybe I’ll host a charity event or something and then I’ll use all the money for those who need it. It looks cool in the movies.”

“When I make it, I’ll come to your event and help raise the money too! People would be interested in giving money to celebrities, right?” the credence glinted in his eyes.

“But the money will not be for you, doofus.”

“Yeah, I know!” he chided. “I wouldn’t take a single cent even if I could. My mom taught me that if I were given the chance to put others first before me… I should and I will respect her legacy.”

You watched the host and your project leader, Tony Stark stood behind the acrylic podium and he greeted the crowd a good evening. He opened his speech, cajoling the guests with his words to share a little bit of their wealth as many as possible and closed it with a cordial adieu.

You made your way to one of the most respected guests; Benjamin Woods was sitting on the fifth table. Two times Oscar nominee and you were jittery to talk to him, but in this line of work, you were trained to be confident and act like one of the elites. So you weren’t going to freak out like an obsessive fan, you gotta keep it cool and classy. Plus, during the briefing, you were told to fraternize with as many of the guest as possible, persuade them to help us reach the goal.

You had your eyes set on the target until you bumped on a six-foot man, spilling the martini in his hand all over your dress. It caused a few heads turning but that was the last thing you cared about right now. “Shit!” you squawked.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry miss.” a British accent was hinted.

You grabbed a napkin from the nearest table to wipe away the stain but of course, it was futile. He offered a hand by saying “here, let me help.”

“No, no it’s fine, I’ll-” you looked up to see a handsome man with a pair of grey, slightly blue and green fused at the core. His dark brown hair matched the stubble covering his entire jaw and you were captivated by the work of art that was his face. Man, what a gorgeous creature. “…Manage.”

“I’m truly sorry, I must really stop reading through my emails while walking.”

“Don’t worry about it, sir. It happens.”

“Can I at least get you a drink? I’d feel really bad if I don’t do anything to compensate for my error.”

You averted your gaze from him to the person you really wanted to talk to but that could wait. You still got a few more hours to properly introduce yourself. “Yeah, why not?”

“Splendid.” You both walked toward the bar and sat on the stools. The next thing you knew, you had spent the last one hour talking and acquainting with this man. Apparently, he was the executive director of Filmmakers Without Borders where funding films and new media projects that aligned with themes of social justice, empowerment and cultural exchange was the prime focus of his job. He believed that if he could support ideas that would make the world a better place, he’d do it without a second thought.

He was also a big traveler. He loved seeing magical places in foreign countries, he was keen on exploring new cultures and learning new languages even if he could only recollect a few basic words. He claimed that he had traveled to nine countries in Asia and he planned to travel across Europe, his so-called home, once he had conquered the omnifarious continent.

And what enthralled your heart the most about him was that he was a proud father of two adorable dogs; a greyhound and a pomeranian and a benign Siberian cat. He spoke about them so fondly. He showed you pictures of them and he said that he’d love for you to meet them. Oh man, was that a subtle invitation to come over to his place soon in the future?

He was a real gentleman, courtesy and multifaceted were the proper words to describe this man, and you had only known him for one hour. Eventually, duty calls and you still had a role to play in this event, but before you could hop off the stool, he had asked you for your number and you gladly gave it to him. You had a feeling that this wasn’t farewell but rather, an incipience. The question is… What could it be of?

[madmadmilk]

No Knock Knocks TEASER | Tom Holland x Reader

TEASER | FULL (coming sunday)

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom, your sweetie pie stupid roommate, has a bad habit of walking into your room unannounced.

Warning: Language, Smut, Masturbation & a PSA to fucking KNOCK

Word Count: ?K bad puns

Originally based off of this blurb :) Enjoy! 😇

AND MORE COMING SOON–– THIS IS GONNA BE A ONE-SHOT

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Whew.

Tom wasn't at home. Finally. He has a busy schedule today, consisting of meeting with friends, work, gym, and whatever else it is he does without you.

“Hmm~” you hum yourself as you enter your shared apartment with little expectation.

You pause in your doorway, listening for familiar sounds or disarray.

But there’s none. You’re alone. :)

You drop your bag with a heavy thud to the floor and raise your arms up and out in glee. You could see stars behind your lids from this new stretch, effectively loosening yourself.

And, wasting no time, you kick off your shoes and beeline towards your room bags in tow.

Good!

You love the guy, you really, genuinely, honestly do. And you love his constant company, no question about that.

But a girl’s gotta have some time alone, you know?

You flop onto your bed, closing your eyes for a second. A hazy image of his dumb face enters your mind.

He’s the perfect roommate, hits every mark. He cleans up after himself, pretty tidy, and isn’t too loud on the weekdays–– without you, at least. He makes you tea, maybe more than you’d like, but also always picks you up something sweet at the store.

He’s great.

No complaints here.

It feels like your mattress is ready to swallow you whole, sinking deeper and deeper into your comforter and sleep–– but not yet.

You smile to yourself sheepishly, this is your time.

Mine.

And more than a roommate, Tom is your best friend. Sweetest guy you’ve ever known, always has your back, your best interest in mind, always makes you ugly laugh and pretty sob. He’s there for you, sometimes whether you like it or not.

But it means a lot for him to be there at all.

Ha.

You roll over and fish for your other trusty friend in the drawer by your bed. You find it with ease, shimmying out of your pants and scooting up your bed to get into a comfortable position. You shirt crumples beneath your bust and a little over your belly as you arch your back.

You open your phone, finding your savory secret stash of photos.

Of Tom.

Obviously.

And with the click of a button and swift fingers, you get back to work.

But you know what? With all his strengths and charm and wit, there is one thing you absolutely hate about your roommate and best friend, Tom Holland.

Just one.

“––Oohh, ah, Tom,” you throatily groan to yourself, aroused by the echo of your own voice in this supposedly empty apartment,

Supposedly.

“Tom, hah, Tom–– no, I-I ca–!”

Your fingers tremble, guiding your vibrator as you bite your lip. You look over your cracked screen with blurry eyes to see your coveted man––

CHHH–CLACK.

“Wha–” you stutter, eyes fluttering open to refocus.

…

The one fucking thing you fucking hate about Tom fucking Holland is that he doesn’t fucking knock.

“Oh, uhm, you’re busy––” he stammers, dumbstruck while his hand rests on the doorknob, big brown eyes looking nowhere but at you.

Bold.

“... Tom……….. .. … .. .. .”

And you don’t know what the worst part of all of this is, the fact that he found you legs spread on your bed moaning his name, or that the sight of his real face made you come?

God FUCKING dammit.

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A/N: hey it’s me. ya girl with the sporadic updates. this one is just one chapter of smut and banter and bad jokes. feel good stuff only! update coming on sunday, as well as some other things ;) keep an eye out!

and thank you for reading xx

[bohrapbois]

A short fic of the cast all reuniting after quarantine? Lots of hugs and fluff included please!

I’m so sorry that this took so long! Suddenly had loads of things on my plate and then this slipped my mind... I’m sorry! But here it is, and it was hella fun to write!

Words - 2,000+ (This will also be posted to AO3 cause god damn we need more fluff right now)

Relatsionships - None! Just pure friendship fluff!

“Holy shit Ben,” Gwil eagerly grabbed the shorter man, pulling him close and burying his face in the mess of uncut curls. “God, it feels good to actually get to see you again, actually being able to hug you again!” He felt Ben nodding against his chest, and maybe they looked a bit insane standing on the pavement hugging a little touch starved, but it had been so hard not being able to do this. They’d both gone slightly insane stuck inside, but knew it was for everyone’s safety. 

Lockdown had eased as the cases dropped, and maybe three o’clock in the morning wasn’t the best time for Ben to text his fellow London residing friend, but the following morning at a reasonable time, they’d sped walked towards each other at a meeting place and just hugged.

“I know mate,” Ben chuckled, squeezing his arms around Gwil’s waist a few times before pulling back. They both keep an arm around each other, friends not caring what others think about them and start walking. They weren’t far from Gwil’s house, and as many places were still closed, they’d just have to make do with kettle instant coffee and some pastries from Tesco. “I think I would’ve gone insane if I kept staring at the walls any longer”. He shoved his sunglasses slightly higher up his nose, the sun unreasonably bright for this time of year. 

Gwil laughed and nodded, pulling Ben closer to his side and giving him a gentle shake, “you really hate not doing anything, don’t you Benny?”

They kept the conversation light for the morning walk until finally, they got back to Gwils, kicking off their shoes by the front door and wandering into the kitchen. In the couple of years of knowing each other, these two had been over to each other’s places many times, sometimes unannounced, so it was nice being in a familiar place for Ben as he jumped up to sit on the edge of the table, legs dangling over the side as Gwil went around and made their drinks.

Although they’d talked most days, video called with the others and the group had basically been a vital support for each other, it was still better getting to see each other in person. Voices were clearer, didn’t have to worry about the internet connection or going out of shot, and somehow, conversations were easier.

They sent off a picture of them together to Joe as they moved into the living room, Gwil’s partner happy to let them bond as she went to work in the little office. Now with a couple of bottles of cheap wine and a Pot Noodle each, they relaxed on either side of the sofa and flipped on the TV. Although lockdown had been eased a bit, didn’t mean the world was A-Okay again, so day drinking and junk food eating was still acceptable. 

Finding a terrible film, Ben threw the remote between them and tucked his feet under Gwil’s thighs, pulling out his phone to send a few more texts to Joe. 

The hardest part of being back with one friend is realising you can’t meet up with the others straight away. 

Taking a long sip of wine straight from the bottle, Ben kept the conversation airy, didn’t want to make Social-Butterfly-Mazzello upset he was still stuck inside with his mother. Catching up with the redhead, Ben read off the texts to Gwil, letting Joe know what the other mans opinions were at the same time as enquiring more information himself until eventually, they were on a second film and maybe a bit too tipsy. 

“I miss the guys,” Ben sighs, head leaning back on the arm of the chair as his legs tangled with Gwils on the sofa, “not that I don’t love you too, mate,” the blond chuckles, wine spilling slightly onto his chin as he took another swig of the basically empty bottle in his hand.

“ ‘ know what you mean,” Gwil had long since finished his bottle, eyeing up the last one they swore they wouldn’t touch, much like the one Ben is emptying now. “Somehow seeing you here makes it harder?” Fuck it. He’s going to get drunk with his best friend on a Wednesday at 5pm. He grabbed the bottle, loosening the cap and flicking it off somewhere across the room. He reached for the glasses his darling had brought through awhile back, and with unsteady hands, filled both glasses without spilling too much.

“Yeah, exactly,” empty bottle now placed on the floor, Ben sat up, shoulder propped up against the back of the sofa. He didn’t grab his glass straight away, needing a moment to think. “We getta see each other but not them? And Joe is being extra careful cause of his mum, it just… are we selfish for meeting up?” He glances over at Gwil, who was just about to take another drink but stopped, frowning slightly and lowering the glass from his lips.

“What? No!” He shook his head a little too long, “Joe knows about England, he’d be more surprised if we didn’t … get drunk like this,” he gestured towards the wine splashing around in the glass, finally bringing it up to his lips and taking a sip. Nothing like cheap corner store rose when having a philosophical talk. “Yeah it’s shit, but come on, we gotta celebrate being able to actually go outside again”. His words would probably have more impact if they were actually inside, but Ben was nodding anyway.

“M’kay, I kinda guess,” Ben rubs across the soft stubble starting to come through on his chin, “gonna make it better when we can actually see them all, ya know? I can’t wait to actually meet baby Leech,” reaching over and grabbing his glass, Ben does a small cheers gesture. They hadn’t been able to meet the new addition yet, and although they’d all been dubbed Uncles and Auntys, they hadn’t gotten to cuddle and bicker on who’d be best. Allen had been keeping them all updated on his pride and joy, and Ben had already printed off a photo to add to his wall. 

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It was a few months later when they were all able to meet up again. Summer was coming to an end, evenings becoming shorter and colder, but that didn’t mean Joe’s hands weren’t sweaty to the touch. Lockdowns around the world had been eased, then brought back in place, and it had been an entire shit show really. He was glad he’d had his mom with him, he didn’t look over the precious time they spent together, but when a Gwil had sent over some flights in the group chat a few weeks ago, asking if the lot stuck in America wanted to come to Britain, he’d actually cried.

Arranging to stay at Bens for an undiscussed amount of time (“Joe, you can stay however fucking long you want, ‘kay? Always got a spare bed for you, buddy”), Joe had checked with his mother if she’d be alright, and she shooed off any of his fears, saying it’d be nice to get to see her grandbabies and other offspring, she’d hardly be alone. So, he packed up his stuff and set off. 

Rami and Lucy were coming too, and Joe was practically shaking in anticipation. When he spotted them, and they spotted him, they rushed to each other and had a massive hug, full of giggles and tears. 

“Oh my god have I missed you guys,” Joe kissed Lucy’s forehead and Rami’s cheek before giving each one an individual hug and rib repositioning. It was great that they could touch and hug each other again, and Joe thought that he’d never stop doing it if he can.

“Seeing someone other than Lucy is a miracle,” Rami joked, arm wrapped over Joes shoulder and pulling him up against his chest again. He loved his girl so much, loved the future they were building together, but months trapped in a flat was hard for anyone. It made them stronger in some respects, but they’d had more arguments then than the rest of their relationship. He got a teasing punch on the arm from his girlfriend, who wiggled her way under his other arm and here they were again, the group hug they’d all been daydreaming about for weeks.

There was still precautions taken in the airport, with spacing and temperature checks done at the gates, minimal contact with crew and workers, and god damned hand sanitizer everywhere. It still felt odd how quiet things were. There was an air of caution in everything everyone did now, but they had to get back to normal, had to keep going, so here they were.

The plane journey was as long as ever, but somehow felt longer. Lucy and Rami were moving to their London residence for a bit, had her family to see and get a break from the craziness from America, so they were telling Joe about all the renovations they were going to do when there.

“Rami wants to do the garden, but I’m not sure, you know?” Lucy, sat in the middle chair, explaining the plans her boyfriend had been rambling to her for the last month or so, “a great actor, maybe not the best gardener”. Joe nodded along and laughed as the couple started a light hearted bickering, and maybe he teared up a bit again because he was actually able to see them again, and he wished the plane could land faster.

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In London, Gwilym and Ben were in a similar situation. Setting up the blonds flat for the little get together, they kept fussing over the smallest of details although they knew that no one would really mind if the pillow on the sofa was on the left side or the right, but it kept their minds off of things.

Disappointingly, the Leech family wouldn’t be joining them tonight. They didn’t want to risk the baby getting sick, but had agreed to come at a later date and meet them in smaller groups. It would have to do, but it didn’t mean the conversation wasn’t a bit disheartening. 

They tried to ignore the time as they cooked the party foods and reorganised the alcohol in the fridge for the third time, but when Bens phone pinged on the kitchen counter, they both scrambled to look at it.

“They’re on their way!” Gwil announced, grinning over the screen as another text came in, this time a photo. Ben unlocked the device, and they beamed down at a photo of the three people they can’t wait to meet up with again.

But now it’s the whole ‘how long do we have to wat?’ game, and suddenly Ben was convinced his shirt wasn’t right and had to change about five times before walking back out of his room with a slightly lighter coloured shirt. 

It was as he was running a hand through his still long hair and trying to tame it when his doorbell rang. Gwil leapt over the back of the sofa and skidded to the door as if it was his life mission to get to it at a surprisingly quick rate. He flung open the door and saw the tired trio light up in excitement just as Ben shoved his way into the doorway under the Welshmans arm. 

There was a moment where no one moved before chaos ensured. Ben and Joe instantly wrapped each other in the biggest hug they’d ever done, the blond tucking his nose against Joe’s neck and letting a few relieved tears pass his eyelashes as he squeezed the air out of his American. 

Gwil was tall enough that he could wrap both Rami and Lucy in a hug, laughing up at the sky as the joy of the whole thing finally sunk in. The couple didn’t mind, instead competing on who could actually get closer to their tallest friend.

After a few minutes, it was time to rotate the hugs. Ben loved being squished between Lucy and Rami, both smothering his cheeks in kisses and getting the emotional man to laugh in glee. Maybe some tickling was involved, but it had been long overdue anyway, and it made them all laugh as they watched one blond chase the other blonde down the pavement with happy threats of tickling her to death. 

Joe and Gwil rocked back and forth as they hugged, Gwils hand on the back of Joes head and holding him close to his chest as Joe rubbed across his spine to remind them both that yeah, they were here, were hugging, and had gotten through a global pandemic without going mad. 

It was only when a shrill alarm started screaming from inside the flat that the reunion was broken. They all jumped and startled, looking through the open door and seeing a thing layer of smoke. “Oh shit my pizzas!” Ben yelped, jumping past everyone and rushing into the flat.

Ah, yep, nothing had actually changed.

[katrinawritesthings]

Jonghyun/Taemin; Flashbabe; PG

happy Pride fellow gays here’s superhero Jonghyun going to Pride. He has light super powers it’s like Flashbang except he’s a babe

hey I wrote this last year and put it in the queue in like December so I definitely apologize that he's not 7000% more anti-pig lmao

One shirt is covered with diagonal rainbow stripes, including the black and brown stripes, and says, in big, bold letters, “Pride was and is a riot.” The other one is pink and just says simply, “fuck cops” in all black caps.

“The back of this one says cops don't belong at Pride, too,” Jonghyun says brightly, turning it to demonstrate.

“Hey boo—which one?”

Taemin looks up from his laptop, at Jonghyun walking in from the bedroom holding up two shirts. Taemin assumes that he's going to put them on over his superhero outfit, because otherwise he probably wouldn't already be wearing the stylish black and white and aqua accented suit. He never wears it at home unless he's planning to go out in it. His mask and shades are both tucked into the collar of his suit’s long sleeve shirt as well, which further leads to that conclusion. Taemin raises his eyebrows.

“You're going in the suit?” he asks. This whole time when Jonghyun was talking about going to Pride, Taemin thought he meant like, as a normal average mild-mannered citizen. Not as Flashbabe. Jonghyun nods, though, wiggling his booty in his comfy super suit skinny’s and flexing one arm to show off his beefy bicep.

“Yeah,” he says. “all of my little queers out there need to know that I'm fighting for them specifically.” he winks at the end of that sentence and Taemin rolls his eyes. That's true, he guesses, and also cute. Jonghyun holds up the shirts again, wiggling them insistently. “Which one?” he asks again.

This time Taemin actually looks them over. One is covered with diagonal rainbow stripes, including the black and brown stripes, and says, in big, bold letters, “Pride was and is a riot.” The other one is pink and just says simply, “fuck cops” in all black caps.

“The back of this one says cops don't belong at Pride, too,” Jonghyun says brightly, turning it to demonstrate. Taemin nods in approval. Both are good, but. Hmm.

“You're going to be on the news when you go,” he says slowly. “They'll censor that fuck in the pictures.” He knows that they will. They'll probably even censor the whole shirt. Jonghyun frowns, looking at the shirt with disappointment.

“You're right,” he says sadly. He tosses in the shirt over the back of the couch, and then puts the other shirt on right there. “I can just say fuck cops out loud when I get there anyway,” he says, voice muffled as he struggles to get his head through it. When he pops his head out of the collar, his wide grin is lopsided and dazzling. “They can beep me out but everyone will still know what I said.” he says.

“Hell yeah,” Taemin grins. Jonghyun throws him a finger pistol as he fishes his mask and sunglasses out from his collar.

“Sure you don't want to come, boo?” he asks. His voice is a little hopeful but not so much that Taemin feels guilty for shaking his head. It's too loud and crowded and hot out there and he knows his feet will hurt after like twenty minutes. And Jonghyun knows this, because he nods back with an accepting little shrug.

“I was going to watch the livestream when BoA starts performing, though,” Taemin says, tapping the screen of his laptop. No fucking way would he miss that. Jonghyun nods again, looking at his mask as he fumbles with it and tries to figure out which way is the right way to put it on.

“When is that, like an hour?” he asks, pulling the mask over his head so it covers his hair down to his nose, still showing off his mouth and perfectly framing his lovely jaw. Even though his mask has custom sunglass lenses built into it, he also pulls out a neon aqua pair of regular sunglasses and crams those onto his face as well. When Taemin makes an affirming little noise he makes a clicky noise with his mouth and ticks up an okay symbol with both hands.

“I gotta go hit up Kibs soon, then,” he says, “so I can bug him to draw me pan stripes and gender-fluid stripes on my cheeks before she starts so I can get there on time. Fuck, and Minho has my glittery high heel boots also, they were going on about tinkering with their armor to make them like bouncier or something?” Taemin can't see his eyes roll, but he rolls his whole head so Taemin knows that he did it. “You know how it takes them forever to do anything,” he mutters. Taemin giggles. He does. Or, well, he knows that Jonghyun thinks that Minho takes forever. He also knows that Jonghyun has approximately three seconds of patience before he starts getting annoyed.

“Are you leaving now then?” he asks. He looks like he's ready. Jonghyun hums, fixes his shirt around his waist, rocks back on his heels and then forward onto his toes.

“One more thing I gotta do,” he smiles. He flounces to the couch that Taemin is laying on, bends over the back of it, leans close, and presses a gross, slobbery, wet smooch to his forehead. “Love you, boo,” he chirps. Taemin makes his most disgruntled noise and turns to wipe his head on the couch cushion. He also reaches up to hold Jonghyun’s hand for a few seconds fondly.

“Have fun, lovey,” he says, tacking on the nickname just to watch Jonghyun’s cheeks literally glow pink. He sees it for just a few seconds before Jonghyun hides his face in his hands and stands up, but it's enough.

“Oh my gosh,” Jonghyun whispers. “Bye boo. I'll see you later.” And with that, he disassembles into a sparky ball of light, zapping into the lamp next to the couch, and then to the night light by the front door, and then outside into the closest street light, which Taemin assumes he's going to follow all the way up to Kibum’s apartment. He is incredibly certain that by the time he zaps himself unannounced into Key’s living room he'll be glowing pink all over.

The next time Taemin sees Jonghyun, it's when Flashbabe appears at Pride by zapping himself on top of a street lamp right over the stage float. He sits there, extremely visible in the livestream camera, faintly glowing through a cycle of soft rainbow colors and waving around at the crowd. He ignores all of the news reporters that catch wind of him and try to grab him for an interview, but when BoA, mid performance set, notices him and calls him to the stage, he zaps himself directly into one of the stage lights and drops down easily.

BoA hands him the mic and he gives a nice little speech about Pride and his identity and how he'll always do his best to protect his favorite little queers and wraps It up by zapping to sit on top of the stage float, pointing over at a group of cops on the sidelines, and saying, “Fuck y'all.”

Then he drops the mic down to BoA and teleports away, zipping from street lamp to street lamp, from float to float, to some of the marchers’ glow up accessories and outfits. Taemin just watches the concert . He doesn't have the energy to check all the news and the social media sites and whatever to keep himself updated on where exactly Jonghyun is right at every moment. He knows that his babe is out there having fun and supporting himself and protecting people. And he knows that Jonghyun will be back later to flop on top of him and give him just as much love and attention as he does everyone else.

[alva-radio]

Happy new year!! Well, it’s 2 days into the new decade but I was accumulating a lot of thoughts while making this summary of art for 2019 so here we are hoho. 

As far as progress goes, I’m glad I started doing finished things more often!! I feel like I also got a little better, but in a way I’m okay with it because I don’t feel as discontented looking at past art haha. I do feel like I haven’t produced much this year since I’ve been napping a lot. I hope to correct my sleeping habits someday orz I WANT TO COLOR MORE TOO

More below(uncharacteristically long unless you read my awful tags)

This year has me with mixed feelings?? I study in 3D thingies so I spend all my time before a computer clicking away and getting home, I’m just,,, very tired, but I always try to draw a bit because it’s really just straight up fun, although even that still ends up making me tired

I’ve been reflecting on how I use social media and I’ve concluded that I really don’t post a lot(lol), I’ve recently broken through the 300 posts cap and I’ve been here since what? October 2016? All my respects go to y’all who can post daily tbh, you’re the true champs!!(how do you do it, give me your secrets lmao)

Anyways, I’m mostly about fandoms here, mainly otome with some FE, FF, Horror RPGs, seasonal anime and Hypmic sprinkled in once in a blue moon(although I HAVE been playing a lot of switch games recently...) but also I gotta remind myself that all of the content I make isn’t reflected in what I post. Mainly because I think too much before posting so my drafts are like, filled lmao, and tagging is long but that’s my fault because I don’t make that many personal posts so my life updates are powdered in there somewhat. And that’s all without counting the original content I do on the side. I know some people are more comfortable transitioning their pages from only fanart to more oc stuff, but I guess I’m just feeling good as it is, with only my profile pic changing. Oh, but if the day comes I ever do finish something I feel 10% confident in, I guess you’ll have to deal with maybe 2 unannounced post and then back to regular agenda, so that’s not a killer thing I think, maybe it’ll change, but not today, sirᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

I’m also dangerously close to another milestone so might as well start thinking about a giveaway or raffle of some kindヽ(;^o^ヽ)

Most remarkable thing that happened to me this past year was starting doing cons and opening an online shop. It was amazing seeing my drawings slapped on things and people seeing value in it, and god, all the support I received was enough to make me cry­. I also went through my first time where I was anxious about being to pay rent around summer but it all got sorted out thanks to all your help and I’m still so thankful for it. Also encountered the rush that is completing artwork before deadlines and it was death but also very satisfying. I met fantastic people at cons(who convinced me into getting a twitter where i’m still trying to fry my brain enough to not overthink) and I’m hoping to add at least one more convention this coming year. I’ll be sure to send pics this time╭( ･ㅂ･)و ̑̑

I’ve also discovered how fun it was to make merch and I’ve been wondering what to do next. Well, I already have a lot of it down but I’m more ??? about who to get done. I’ve been wanting do to an interest check for a while, but for some reason I keep chickening out. Well, whatever the results may be, rest assured I’ll do my favorites even though they’re constantly at the bottom of popularity polls*insert clown honking here* ALSO SHEFUIHWUIO PRICING COMMISSIONS IS STILL MY NEMESIS, I’m sorry to humanity for being such a dumbass. To tally it up,

Things I’ve lost:

-Desire to College

Things I’ve gained:

-A LOT OF FRIENDS and support and love and- -An embarrassing amount of Sylvain Jose Gautier merch

That’s it! Forgive me for this long post, I hope you’re still hydrated and take care for the coming year!! I’m painfully aware I haven’t been much of active but I'm trying m(_ _;m)

Anyways, I love you and I hope you have a good day!!!

[lion-heart45]

LADIES AND GENTLEMAN...

IM MAKING A 5 TRACK ALBUM!!! THIS WAS UNANNOUNCED AND IT WAS OUT OF THE BLUE. THIS PROJECT WILL BE EPIC. IVE DECIDED TO JUST GO WILD WITH CREATIVE IDEAS AND HAVE INSPIRATION RUN THROUGH MY SOUL AND SPIRIT. I AM INSPIRED BY @krewella. AND @troyboi SO I WILL BE ON MY HANDS AND HEART TO MAKE THIS PASSION FOR REAL AS A REALITY. ITS ALSO FOR THE TIK TOKERS WHO LOVE TO CREATE VIDEOS OF ANY KIND. I MAY HAVE SPECIAL GUESTS SUCH AS @sweetpeamlb AND @itsjustmehd ON THIS PROJECT. HOWEVER IM THINKING ABOUT DROPPING THIS PROJECT IN THE FALL/ WINTER WITH EVERYTHING GOING ON. THIS DECISION WILL HELP ME BE MORE CONSISTENT WITH OTHER PROJECTS I WANT TO WORK ON AND BECOME AN MUSICAL INSPIRATION I WANT TO BE IN THE NATION OF THE WORLD.

As of now I will be currently working on this for now and will be giving yall a later update of what is to come. I am always juggling with work and other things but this my purpose that will reunite people with love and hope to whats going on with the world today. Like my friend Sarah Stephen said "You gotta get back to where you can create and just go at it."

#music #genre #song #songs #me #melody #hiphop #rnb #pop #love #rap #dubstep #instagood #beat #beats #jam #myjam #party #partymusic #newsong #lovethissong #remix #favoritesong #bestsong #photooftheday #listentothis #goodmusic #tiktok #tiktokers #tiktoktrap

[spaceskam]

weren’t we birds of a feather?

Summary: Michael and Alex follow a lead.

"Are you absolutely sure this is the guy? This doesn't feel like the guy." 

"Shut up, Guerin." 

Michael let Alex have his mini-stare down with him because it didn't change the fact that this didn't feel like the guy. They'd searched high and low to find someone who might have information on Project Shepard from back in the day, someone who was no longer affiliated but still might know something. That brought them to some old guy's secret basement in Colorado that was beneath a secret house that almost got them shot when they turned up unannounced.

But, aside from the shotgun entrance, the guy didn't seem like he ever was some top-secret military personnel. 

“Here’s some wine,” Col. Klein said, handing them each sparkling little glasses with Rosé filled to the brim. They took them, but neither of them drank. “I’m assuming you’re here about the aliens.” Michael looked over to Alex with nervous eyes. Okay, maybe it might be the guy.

“Project Shepard, sir. I’m‒”

“Captain Alexander Manes, son of Major Sargent Jesse Manes. And this is Michael Guerin,” Col. Klein said, giving that sweet old man smile that could’ve been mistaken as not threatening but Michael knew better. He took a step in front of Alex only to not-so-nicely shoved behind him by the Airman himself.

“Yes. I’ve been looking into Project Shepard and working on dismantling it, but there are a few pieces missing and you’re the only one on record to no longer be affiliated and survived,” Alex said simply, his military tone in full force as he placed the glass down. Col. Klein didn’t seem even a little phased.

“That’s because your father’s a meatheaded bastard. No offense, son,” he said. Michael quickly turned his eyes to Alex, only to see him smiling. He wasn’t sure if it was real or for show just yet.

“None taken.”

“Come, come sit,” he urged, ushering them over to the little tattered couch. Col. Klien sat across from them on the equally tattered recliner, sipping on his own glass and gesturing for them to drink. Michael again checked with Alex who nodded, simultaneously taking a sip. Alex’s face screwed up at the strength, but Michael had definitely had worse. Even if it was really fucking strong for wine.

“Is, is there anything you can tell us? Like, if there are any more bases we should check out? Anyone as high up as my father?” Alex asked. Col. Klein sat back, a thoughtful expression covering his dark features.

“Well, it’s been a minute, but I’m sure your dad has some bullshit up his sleeve. I have never met a man so full of himself unless you wanna count his father and grandfather. You come from a long, long line of meatheads, Captain, though I know you’re a bit better than them,” he said, smiling as he gestured towards Michael. The alien shifted in his seat. There was something he really didn’t like about being trapped in a basement with a man who knew all about how to subdue aliens and had weapons lining the walls. He was sure if he was alone, he would’ve hauled ass before he made it to the door.

“Thank you, sir, I do my best.”

“Back in the day, when I was still workin’ with ‘em, you know, it was a real shitshow. These men who I’d known for years and years and who I thought were good people were just… so willing to be hands-on with torture just because they were a little different. I still to this day don’t get it, how they so willingly hurt these people who look like us. And then I think back to the war, to the people I’ve probably hurt without even knowing it and it makes me wonder if I’m any better,” Col. Klein said, shaking his head. Michael balled up his hands in his lap, focusing on the floor in front of him. He wasn’t too sure how prepared he was to hear about the torture of his people.

“I understand, sir,” Alex said because of course he did. His hand mindlessly reached to Michael’s knee, squeezing and giving him the comfort he needed.

“I never, never personally hurt any of them, son,” Col. Klein said and it took a moment for Michael to realize he was talking to him. He made sure to make eye contact after downing the rest of the wine. “But I stood by and that makes me just as bad. And I started to realize that as I aged and I didn’t want to be that person. So I tried to help them.”

“So did we,” Alex said, nodding his head. Michael’s jaw clenched.

“I set off the escape security bullshit and blew up the entire prison,” Michael grumbled. Col. Klein filled his glass again.

“I wasn’t even ballsy enough to do that. I just started trying to befriend them, really. I would try to talk to them and I’d make sure they got fed and would try to talk my way out of their experiments. I don’t think it was much, but I saw a few smiles and, honestly, it made me feel better,” he explained, nodding his head. Michael finished off his glass and went to grab Alex’s. This was a horrible, horrible idea. “But eventually your father found out what I was doing and weaseled his way into getting me discharged.”

“How? You were at a higher ranking, how did he even do that?” Alex asked. He gave a sad little smile.

“Your father is an expert at getting what he wants, son,” Col. Klein said. No other information was needed though Michael really wanted some.

“I understand. So, we’ve found Caulfield and the bunkers in Roswell and in Marfa. But the records stop being regularly updated around 2010 when the government pulled funding, do you know of anything? Anywhere else we should look?” Alex asked.

For a moment, there was silence. Then Col. Klein stood to his feet. They both watched as he slowly made his way to the cabinet in the back corner. Michael instinctually grabbed Alex’s arm, even as the Airman sat up straight and placed his arm protectively in front of him.

But then the cabinet opened and revealed a massive map with plot points all over the country and stacks of information.

“I stole a lot of stuff before I got discharged, figured it’d be safer with me than with reckless men,” Col. Klien said proudly, gesturing for them to come see, “Go on. Take a look. You can do much more with it than I can.”

For the next three hours, the three of them poured over the information. There were entire essays on each of the aliens, discussing their abilities and how they worked. Every once in a while, they’d come across one that Klein had befriended and he would correct some of the essay’s information. It led Michael to believe that all of them had some falsehoods, namely the more violent aspects of them. He was admittedly a little tipsy through it all, but he did come out of it feeling satisfied that he’d finally gotten some answers.

“Guess we’re going on a cross country road trip to find all these places, Guerin,” Alex grinned, slumping back on the couch a little tipsy himself.

“Cheers to fixing some wrongs!” The colonel said, holding up his glass.

“Fixing some wrongs,” Micahel and Alex agreed, clinking glasses and downing them.

“You guys’ll have to keep me updated, I’d like to hear about them getting what’s comin’ to ‘em,” Colonel laughed, reaching forward to fill their glasses again.

“Oh, no, we can’t. I’ve gotta drive back to Roswell still,” Alex said, waving it off. Col. Klein raised his eyebrows.

“Drive back to Roswell? Tonight? It’s nearly 2 in the morning!” he scoffed, “Just take the guest room, it’ll be safer.”

They shared a look.

“I mean, it is pretty late and I drank too much to really split the driving,” Michael said softly. Alex nodded before they both looked back to the Colonel. “Could I sleep on the couch?”

The old man furrowed his eyebrows. “Why would you wanna do that? Got a little lover’s quarrel? Or do you just wanna pretend since you’re in the presence of an old man? I’ll have you know, I went to many Pride Parades back in my day. Though, they were less parades and more protests, but still. Fought for the rights. I don’t mind.” Michael felt his eyes go wide as a laugh bubbled in him.

“No, no, we’re friends,” he said.

“Yeah, just friends,” Alex agreed. Colonel Klein grinned.

“Well, I don’t believe that for a minute!” he laughed. Michael looked over at Alex again only to see him putting more space between them. “You two have been attached at the hip since you got in here, you constantly are speaking without saying anything, and you both care enough about each other that you came to some old Colonel’s basement and didn’t mind being shot at if it meant getting answers for each other. You both scream love if I’ve ever seen it.”

“No, we just…”

“I didn’t even mention the fact that you got all that shared trauma. Brings people together, you know? Maybe it hurts, but you gotta find solace somewhere and it’s safest with the person who gets it. Trust me,” Col. Klein said, winking at them before pouring his own glass before he stood up. Michael looked down at his hands. “You can sleep on the couch, I won’t stop you, but, if I were you, I’d just share the damn bed. You guys have a good night.”

Neither of them had any words to say as he climbed the stairs, leaving them to their own devices.

“A-are you sure you want the couch? You can take the bed,” Alex offered. Michael looked at him like he’d gone insane.

“No offense, but you would literally have to kill me to take the bed. Go on,” Michael argued. Alex gave him a sweet, probably slightly tipsy little smile.

“Okay, Guerin,” Alex said, standing to his feet, “Goodnight.”

Michael forced himself to get comfortable on the little couch, staring blankly at the floor as he processed the words the Colonel had said. Shared trauma. Safest with the person who gets it. That had to be bullshit. Or, at least on some level. That’s why he even went to Maria all those months ago. The shared trauma is what made it hard to go to Alex. Sure, they hadn’t worked and he and Alex had made up and the trauma they shared definitely made him feel protective as hell, but it didn’t mean they had to be together.

Mindlessly, Michael stood up to go to Alex only to see the Airman already walking out of the door.

“Um, hi,” he fumbled. Alex licked his lips.

“We weren’t attached at the hip all night, were we?” Alex asked. Michael shook his head.

“Absolutely not. And, if we were, it’s because we literally just got shot at and, like, safety in numbers,” Michael explained.

“Yeah, right, and the shared trauma thing? That, that pushes people apart.”

“Exactly! Yeah, and, and he was‒”

“Drunk! So drunk! And he doesn’t know us, we’ve just spent a couple hours with him and he just thinks he’s got it all right.”

“God, okay, yeah, I’m so glad we’re, we’re on the same page.”

“Exact same page, we’re so fine.”

Micahel nodded, finding himself rendered silent as he took in Alex. He had taken off his jacket and his jeans, leaving him in a t-shirt that had to have been bought before the military muscle and tight briefs that look too good for a tipsy mind to handle. He hadn’t even taken his prosthetic off. Micahel shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Right, right, okay, goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

They both made their way to their respective spaces. Michael sat on the couch, his fingernails wedging between his teeth as he softly tapped his foot against the floor. His mind was flooded with images of Alex and the swirled possibility that maybe, just maybe, Colonel Klein was right. Maybe he had been handling the whole trauma thing wrong. Maybe Alex should be his safe place.

Michael made his way towards Alex’s door again to have a revised conversation. He barely raised his fist to knock when Alex threw open the door. Michael blinked a few times and opened his mouth to speak, but was quickly silenced by Alex pushing into his space and giving him the sweetest little kiss. It led to another kiss and another and another and Michael decided Colonel Klein was the smartest person in the world. Who would’ve thought that acknowledging their shared trauma would make him realize just how much he needed him?

“Are you sure?” Michael whispered, cradling the Airman’s face in his hands for the first time in way too long. Alex smiled as he pulled him into the room.

“Absolutely.”

[rainbabbles]

Tale of Châu: Character Facts 📙

Okay wanted to ramble on to new or unannounced things and facts about Tale of Châu. I’ll totally update my character oc site with the new info but hERE WE GO:

Châu 🥊

Lives with mom and grandma in the US, Afro-Viet, haunted by a ghost who grew attached to her

Totally a sports girl

She’s confident, a quick thinker, and she’s stubborn to the boot

Loves challenges and fights

A worry wort, think she’s sorta bland

Sometimes too daring for her own good

Gets roughed up a lot and don’t care but still looking fresh

Lửa Xanh 🔥

Ghost prince with no memories

Unofficial best dad of the year

Elegant and poised

#1 cheerleader and moral supporter

Old coot, wishes world would stop turning

Wise near to the point of boring snORE

Crafty and intelligent

Thao 💖

A red lung dragon

Bachelor in the monster realm is pretty popular

Stans Minh though forever wants to marry him

Self-proclaimed way cooler dad but he’s right

Pretty friendly and chill

Frenemy/rival to Châu and Lửa Xanh due to a misunderstanding

Minh 📜

A green lung dragon

Awkward nerd

Plays tough to get way too much makes Thao cry

Snobby but he’s good at his job

Tsundere

Would rather stay in and read books than ever see the sun again oh no he’s us

Lady Ngọc 🥀

A purple lung dragon

Caretaker of the Vietnamese limbo realm. Think mafia boss lady

Very cold and sharp

Husbano died long ago and she resents humans

Thao and Minh are her minions but she treats them well

Has a lotta power but seldom uses it because she ain’t got time to play

Buffalo 🍻

Animal demon of a water buffalo

Loves to fight everything and break everything

Would rather drink and laze about than be productive

Big ol’ bully and picks fights with Châu and Thao all the time

Totally crushing on Lady Ngọc but has side chicks

Duck and Durian are part of his gang and they’re all collectively stupid

Durian 💅

Plant demon of a durian fruit

Super weird and quirky

Loud and ain’t afraid to throw her stuff around (watch the fuck out)

Infatuated with Thao and would die for him

Bullies Duck around

Likes to bring others down to make her feel better, so totally vain

Duck 😵

Animal demon of a duck

Wacko and finicky, like he’s in panic mode 24/7

The dumbest character but he manages to live somehow

Gets used as a cartoony punching bag a lot

A scatterbrain like where did his noggin go

Pretty much knows he’s ugly and useless but he goes with the flow

Forgot how to swim

Additional Character Information

Kiều should be making an appearance but I’m re-thinking my role with her. 

Totally gonna design Châu‘s mom and granny as well as some of her school friends.

Kỳ Lạ and his minions are a part of this world. They’re one of the bad guys and no one likes them.

Would love to design some background characters in the limbo world. Most of them are mythical monsters, animal demons, plant demons, or normal demons

That’s all for now, gotta organize this more story-wise. Laterzzzzz

[johobi]

Quick life update

HEY friends, as promised I’m ending my basically-unannounced-hiatus today. It wasn’t planned, it just happened. The longer I couldn’t write anything, the further away from tumblr I drifted cuz I have some weirdass complexes surrounding this website and whether I deserve to use it when my productivity is low lol. 

Anyway, I’ll try not to get like that, cuz I really do miss you and chatting. 

Life stuff is going good, as I’ve previously mentioned I’m focusing more on studies so I don’t fail like I did last year. It’s going well!! Not only does putting energy and effort into my work feel good cuz I know I’m going somewhere finally, but it’s also sparked a snowball of other awesome life changes. I realised self-improvement makes me feel super good, so not only am i working on my career in earnest, but I’m finally cutting bad habits and eating well for the first time in, like, a decade. I won’t go into it cuz I know some can find the subject triggering, but I’m enjoying getting fitter. 

Also... I got tickets to Wembley! Me, @gimmesumsuga and @zixxossi are gonna be in BK 142, row 5 on the Saturday... say hi if you’re close!! We always dream of those soundcheck tickets but it never happens *cri*. It’s ok. We’re pretty damn blessed tbh.

As for writing... 

I’ve been more constipated and unwilling to write than a banana-bingeing, broken-fingered monkey. Seriously. Every time i’ve opened a document I’ve felt sick. Things have gotten better of recent, which is why I’m back again lol. 

I’m gonna update my Updates page in the next day or two to better reflect what’s going on, but briefly, because it’s the oNLY way I feel able to tackle things:

Jimin drabble imminent

I’ll be starting work on WYLEI 12 after

I’m very aware I have several WIPs with over 10k wordcount that everyone has been wonderfully patient for. I can only apologise and ask you to wait longer. Of course, I understand if people have long lost interest and gone elsewhere, or will do soon. TOTALLY understand. I gotta do this how I feel like it tho, or nothing will ever get done. I have to finish WYLEI or I feel like I’ll forever be cursed by the guilt of its incompletion.

Hope you understand. Also hope you’re all doing well. I love you!!

[octannibal-blake]

Halloween party with the gang! Bellamy and Clarke aren't exactly friends, but he/she can't deny she/he looks great in her/his costume this year...

aw thanks for the prompt, kat! lmao this got sooo long and i apologize ahead of time. i’m not sure if this is what you intended but this is where i ended up – i may have watched how i met your mother and the slutty pumpkin episode before this so…i blame that. anyways, i hope it’s enjoyable!

and so, we meet again

2013

It is onHalloween night that Bellamy decides he’s moved in to the worst apartmentcomplex ever. He’s sitting on his couch, perfectly content to write his essayin peace and drink shitty beer. He hates this stupid holiday, always has, andwould rather pretend that it’s just another day. Instead, he hears a knock onhis window and turns around defensively, poised to break the glass bottle overthe intruder’s head. Turns out, it’s just a pirate. Or his neighbor, dressed asa pirate, rather.

“Someone’sjumpy,” Nathan Miller comments, holding his hand (one actual hand, and one fakehook) up in surrender, “Chill, dude.”

He setsthe bottle down on the table with a deep breath, “Do you make it a habit toenter other people’s apartments unannounced?”

Miller shrugs,“Isn’t that kind of the point of sharing a fire escape?”

Bellamyrolls his eyes. He only moved into this apartment over the summer. His sisterjust began her first semester of college at NYU and he has been finishing hisMaster’s degree at Columbia (honestly, thank God both of them are smart becausethey couldn’t just afford this kind of education on their own). They decided torent an apartment in the city, thanks to a heft amount of help from theirgrandparents and working full time at the pub in the basement. The day theymoved in, they met their neighbors. Nathan Miller, the broody full-timemechanic and his boyfriend, Monty. The IT guy. That’s how Miller introducedhim, anyways.

“Let’sgo,” Miller gestures and begins to move back out the window. Bellamy doesn’tfollow. He might like his neighbors, and sure they’ve had a few nights inplaying Mario Kart on the 64, but now he comes in dressed as a pirate and justtells Bellamy to follow him? Sounds sketchy.

“Where?”

Millerstops and turns around dramatically and holds up his hook hand, “Costume party.On the roof. It’s an annual thing. Everybody in the building goes.”

“Nothanks,” he responds.

Tenminutes later he’s on the damn roof, music blaring out of someone’s ownpersonal amp and chatter filling the empty space. It’s a very well put togetherparty and it does seem like everyone in the building is in attendance – heshouldn’t be surprised. It’s a cheap complex close to college campus. Brokecollege students fill most of the rooms and this is very much the kind ofthings college kids would do. Unless you’re Bellamy, because fuck Halloween.

He sipsfrom his drink stoically, rolling his eyes at some of the costumes. Some ofthem are pretty typical – he’s seen multiple Avenger’s costumes. Plenty of sexynurses (which, he is absolutely not opposed to). He isn’t the kind of guy todress up, though. It’s just lucky that he happened to be wearing a t-shirt thatsays “costume” when Miller basically drug him from his apartment.

“Nicecostume,” a voice enters into his dramatic reverie. Next to him, a blondeprincess is filling her cup with the shitty vodka punch. She adjusts her tiaraas it begins to fall off her head and looks up at him with a smirk. She makesno movement to leave, just leans against the table and gives him a solid onceover. Apparently, she does not appreciate his t-shirt and jeans.

“Not intocostume parties?” she asks.

He shrugs,“Not into Halloween.”

This makesher roll her eyes at him, “Wow, you’re one of those people.”

One of thosepeople? He glares at her for a moment, “If one of those people means notwanting to contribute to a stupid holiday, then yeah, I am.”

“What’snot to like! Free candy. An excuse to dress up. Big parties?” the Princessseems to very much into Halloween, her costume speaking volumes. And she soundslike he had been personally attacking her when he said he didn’t like it. He’sentitled to an opinion.

“Overpriced candy, expensive outfits you only wear once, and not to mention some ofthose outfits appropriate multiple cultures and are thinly veiled racism,” hepoints out. He’s put a lot of thought into this over the years. Everythingabout Halloween is annoying and overrated.

“Wow,” shebreathes out, clearly surprised by his passionate answer, “You really have alot of feelings about this.”

“I’m justa realist,” he shrugs again, “This punch is terrible.”

“I canagree with that,” she says before making a show of chugging her own cup, “Butit tastes better the drunker you are.”

He getsanother cup. The Princess makes no show of going away to enjoy the dance flooror the free candy offered. Instead she remains at the drink table with him and somehow,they end up talking about extremely…intense topics. She’s in nursing schooland apparently, hates every minute of it. He tells her about failing his lastexam because he was working too many hours at the bar. It becomes a bitpessimistic at times. She decides to change the subject before he does.

“I knowit’s a mask,” she says after spotting a ridiculous Barack Obama costume, “Butit feels wrong to dress up as the President. Like they’re trying to insulthim.”

“Would yousay the same if someone came dressed as George Bush?” he asks, and not evenbecause he disagrees with her. But mostly because she looks really cute the wayher cheeks are flushed and her hands a flailing around trying to explain ethicsto him.

“I wouldprobably feel differently about that,” she points to the Obama mask wearingoffender, “If it wasn’t a white person.”

He liftshis cup to her, “Touché.”

He decideshe likes this Princess, even if she is a Halloween supporter. She’s got spunk.She’s feisty and she’s making the party somewhat bearable. Yet, somehow, onlyan hour has passed at the drink table before her phone goes off.

“I gottarun,” she says downing the rest of her drink and tossing the cup in the trash,“But thanks for entertaining me. Do you still hate Halloween?”

“That’snot changing,” he responds immediately. She only grins at that.

“Oh, Ithink it will.”

*

2014

He findsthat he really likes his apartment. Miller becomes one of his closest friend, asort of friendship he hadn’t experienced in a long time. Not since Raven Reyesdecided to go be an engineer at some prestigious college on the coast. Heenjoys having Miller around and even Monty has made an effort to includeBellamy in his D&D group. It’s not something he thought he would enjoy butactually, he loves it. Octavia stays pretty busy with school and hasn’t beenhome much, so he’s been forced to occupy his time with other things. Nerdythings, as his sister called them. He doesn’t really care. He feels like he’sfinding a home at this place.

They go tothe rooftop again for Halloween this year and he isn’t forced this time. Millerand Monty go as two video game characters he’s never heard of, which is verythem, and he keeps his costume. Miller rolls his eyes at the familiar oranget-shirt but doesn’t make him change. That’s a true friend. When they arrive,there are a few more people than last year and there seems to be two speakersinstead of one. They’re trying to make it a bit more exciting, according toMonty, but Bellamy thinks it’s just right.

He mightbe down to party, he still hates this holiday and probably will until the dayhe dies. Seriously, what was the fucking point of it? He leaves his friends tograb a drink and though he remembers how disgusting the punch was last year, hestill pours himself a cup. Yep, just as disgusting.

“Niceoutfit,” is how it starts once again. He turns to find the princess once againpouring herself a drink. It takes him a moment to recognize her, she’s got abrown wig twisted on the side of her head. Princess Leia. How original.

“I couldsay the same to you,” he comments with a scoff. She moves next to him, thewhole things feeling very much like a routine between the two of them despitebeing strangers. He hadn’t seen her since last Halloween. He figured she musthave moved on with her life, whatever that may be. Apparently, she just makes appearancesat the Halloween party.

“PrincessLeia is a badass,” she defends, and the spell begins again. He isn’t sure whatit is about her. She has a way of making him feel as though they’re old friendscatching up – she updates him a nursing school and he tells her about finishingundergrad and completing his Master’s. She tells him about wanting to be anartist but being pressured into nursing. He tells her about raising his sister.It’s all pretty fucking ridiculous considering he doesn’t even know her name.

“You wannadance?” she asks during a comfortable silence between them. Normally, he wouldsay no. But he finds himself nodding and following her to the dance floor.

“You a fanof Halloween yet?” she asks as he twirls her around to the sounds of MonsterMash.

“Hell no,”he responds, “You’ll have to try a little harder, Princess.”

She smirksat that, “Did you not get to trick or treat as a kid?”

He dipsher and she giggles, “Not really. Not a great neighborhood for getting candy.Might end up with a bag of meth instead.”

He doesn’tmean to get all serious. He’s just being honest. His mom worked hard to providefor them but they didn’t grow up in a great area. Not the kind of place to hangout and play baseball outside or anything. He’s okay with that. But she giveshim a pitying look and he lets go of her hand.

“I didn’tsay it to make you feel bad for me,” he grumbles defensively, and he’ssurprised when she gives him a soft smile.

“Oh, Idon’t,” she reassures him and he can’t help but feel a bit confused. Shesmiles, “I just think it’s all the more reason for you to give Halloween achance now that you’re older.”

Hechuckles at that, “You’re awfully determined.”

“This ismy favorite holiday.”

“We allhave our flaws,” he responds, and she gives him a playful shove and he grabsher hand. For a moment things are silent and he feels a magnetic pull towardsher. Something about her intrigues him and okay, she’s beautiful with herexpressive blue eyes and soft smile. Just as his lips brush against hers, herphone rings. She jumps back and stares at the screen, something changing in herface. She looks almost…sad.

“I have totake this,” she says apologetically. Before he can question her any further,she disappears.

Shedoesn’t come back.

*

2015

He findshimself choosing to celebrate Halloween, or rather, choosing to celebrate onbehalf of someone else. Gina, his girlfriend, had been adamant about doingsomething fun for the holiday. She likes dressing up and having a good time andhell, he doesn’t want to be the one to stop her. So, rather than go out andspend money he doesn’t have at some bar, he figured the rooftop party would bejust the place.

It’s moreof a spectacle this year. Some of the residents of the complex created acommittee to help spruce it up and when he arrives, it’s a vast difference fromthe past small soirees. There are lights strung up around the roof top, morepatio furniture had been added. There’s a DJ (though it’s just Monty’s friendJasper who also plays D&D on Wednesdays). There also seems to be morepeople, but this has it’s perks. Instead of cheap beer and shitty punch thereis more variety at the drink table. There are bottles and bottles of liquorfollowed by liters of soft drinks. Part of him thinks having a table to mixyour own drinks is an awful idea, but he plans on standing guard at the drinktable, anyway.

“Let’sdance!” Gina pleads with him when they arrive. The music is loud and pop-y andthe dance floor is littered with awful costumes and awkward people. He wouldrather stab out his eyes.

“Mybrother doesn’t dance,” Octavia says from behind them and when he turns around,he’s ready to have an aneurysm. She’s wearing an intricate bathing suit topwith a long, green sequined skirt. She has scales painted on her face. Afucking mermaid.

“When didyou pierce your belly button?” is all he can say, hating the silver piece ofjewelry currently dangling from her navel. She’s an adult, he knows that, butit’s still his baby sister and Jesus, isn’t she cold?!

“Come on,Gina,” Octavia rolls her eyes and pulls his girlfriend to the dance floor. Hestomps his way to the drink table because, yeah, it’s going to be a long night.

He decidesto start off with a Jack and Coke, because the old legends say drinking beerfirst thing is the sure way to get sick. And, okay, he’s tested that theorybefore and it is definitely accurate. He takes his spot next to the drink tableand tries to take a drink, unsuccessfully, when his ears nearly fall of hishead. Stupid costume.

“Niceoutfit,”

He turns automatically to have his suspicionsconfirmed. The Princess stands before him, pouring her drink and grinning athim like an idiot as she takes in his costume. Gina had really insisted ondressing up for this and honestly, he really wants to make her happy becauseshe’s a cool chick and he likes her a lot. So when she suggested they go asbugs bunny and Lola bunny, he wasn’t really against it. He likes Space Jam andit’s a simple costume. So he let her order a pair of bunny ears for him and lethe glue a tail to a pair of his old basketball shorts. He’s a good boyfriend.

He’s aboutto bite out a “thanks” when he notices what she’s wearing. There is no wig. Notiara. Instead her blonde hair is all natural, cut just below the chin and hereffort in a costume minimal this year. His jaw snaps shut when he reads theorange t-shirt she’s wearing. It reads, “Costume”.

“Veryfunny,��� he deadpans, and it only causes her to grin in triumph.

“Thanks,”she laughs, “For the inspiration, I mean. I’m someone who hates Halloween.”

“Yeah,” herolls his eyes, “I got that.”

“Youshould be flattered,” she says as though it’s obvious, “I couldn’t have donethis without you.”

“Thanksfor the credit.”

It’sstrange how they fall into an easy conversation after that, like last year theyhadn’t been about to make out on the dance floor and she hadn’t justdisappeared. He had thought about her for weeks after that, tempted to try andfind her one way or the other. But then he met Gina and he pushed all thoughtsof the Princess away from his mind. Until now, as she stands before him in acostume influenced by his dry humor and pessimism. He can’t help but feel alittle flattered, after all.

She askshim about his year and he tells her all the fine details, issues in hisdepartment at school and getting offered to study abroad for a semester. That’ssomething he hadn’t even told Gina but with her, it comes out like it’s no bigdeal. She congratulates him on the opportunity and tells him about her ownexperience – she’s a nurse and got the opportunity to go to the Caribbean tohelp in the aftermath of a natural disaster. Talking to her makes him feel likehe’s talking to a figment of his imagination. It’s easy to get lost and that’s prettydamn scary.

He doesn’teven notice when Gina comes up behind him.

“Bell?”she asks warily, looking between him and the Princess uncomfortably. He givesher a reassuring smile.

“Hey,” heputs an arm around her and she melts into him immediately, “I was just talkingabout you.”

Mostlyabout how scared he is to tell her about being away for three months, butstill. He doesn’t want her to feel neglected or anything. He likes her. A lot.

“You wannaget out of here?” Gina asks leaning into him, her breath hot on his neck. Helooks over her head for a moment to at least say goodbye to the Princess, maybeeven get her name because now she knows a little too much about him. But she’sgone already, having slipped away as Gina rolled into them. He turns hisattention back to his girlfriend and gives her soft kiss.

“Sure.”

*

2016

“I cameall the way here to go to this stupid rooftop party, so you’re going to takeme!”

RavenReyes is a lot of things. A spitfire, for one, ready to kick any and everyone’sass at any given moment. She’s also demanding, something he learned early on intheir friendship to deal with. Except today. Because he’s really not in thefucking mood.

“Go withOctavia,” he mutters under his breath, clicking into the next episode of NewGirl without a second thought. It’s once again his least favorite holiday andhe had a really shitty day at work. It’s his first semester as a teacher at thehigh school and the kids were extra rambunctious today. He’s got one hell of aheadache.

“Bellamy,get your ass up and let’s go,” she yanks the remote from his hand and begins topull on his arms, “You can wear your stupid ironic t-shirt for all I care,we’re going.”

He findshimself on the roof again. It’s been a year of ups and downs for him. Hestudied abroad in Greece, which has to be the highlight because it is probablythe second best experience of his life (the first being when he held his babysister for the first time – he’s a sap and he doesn’t care). He graduated withhis Master’s in history and had just begun his first teaching gig. On thedownside, Octavia moved in with her boyfriend, Lincoln, and he had to paydouble the rent for almost three months before finding a new roommate. His nameis John Murphy and he’s almost positive he’s a sociopath, but a cool sociopathonce you get to know him. Gina also broke up with him about three weeks beforehe left for his trip. Long distance wasn’t really her thing. He doesn’t blameher.

Ravendecided to come visit him for the first time in two years, mostly because sheand her boyfriend just broke up and she needed time away. But also because shemissed him and he had been in a foul mood for the past few months and neededcheering up.

He makeshis way to the drink table and takes up his usual post after introducing Ravento all the regulars. When he introduces her to Luna, his downstairs neighbor,well, it’s all over from there. He doesn’t see Raven again that night. Butthat’s not the part that bothers him. He spends over an hour at the drink tableand she never shows. The princess who copied his costume and who learned hisdeepest secrets before his fucking name. He thought maybe this would become athing. Like maybe she’s supposed to show up and talk him through his crisisevery Halloween. It’s a stupid expectation. Hell, he’s not even positive she’sreal.

Hefinishes four drinks before giving up and going home. Fuck Halloween.

2017

“Pleasewear it!”

He staresat the offending garment like he’s hoping to burn a hole through it,“Absolutely not.”

“You’lllook so hot!”

“Ew,please don’t ever say that again.”

Ravenhuffs at her roommate. He’s being stubborn, he knows that, but she knows how hefeels about costumes and she’s trying to force him to be part of a groupcostume which is just…it’s fucking cheesy.

“Please!”she begs, adjusting her own pink jackets as she pulls her hands together in aplea, “Even Murphy is doing it! Emori!”

She wantshim to dress up as one of the guys from Grease, leather jacket, hair gel, andtight pants. It’s a bit over the top if you ask him. He hates it. He shouldhave known this is how things would go when she moved in – what Raven wants,Raven gets. After last year, she decided to move to New York to be closer toher friends. She’d never admit it, but he also thinks it has something to dowith Luna. The two aren’t official by any means, but they spend a lot of timetogether. Raven says she isn’t into labels, so whatever, but he knows the girlcares about her.

“I don’tremember ever saying I would be a part of this, you just signed me up,” hepoints out. She had brought it to him as soon as he got home from work. She didhappen to catch him a good day, mostly because there were no students at work(it was an in-service day which meant he had a quiet classroom all to hisself).  But going as the cast of Greaseis a sure way of bringing his good mood down.

“We’re alldoing it,” she argues again, “Besides, this is going to be the biggest partyyet! Miller is proposing to Monty!”

He knowsthis. Miller has already been to his apartment to freak out on numerousoccasions. They’ve been dating for almost seven years but only recently hasmarriage been legalized in all fifty states and they feel comfortable enough todo it. He’s happy for them and they honestly make him believe that love doesexist – they’re a good match and he knows how happy Monty makes him.

“I’m notdoing it.”

Thirtyminutes later, he finds himself on the fucking roof again with the leatherjacket slung over his shoulders. Raven can be very persuasive. They’re standingin the group and he realizes how much thought Raven really did put into this.Everyone is here and dressed up – Murphy and Emori, Octavia and Lincoln, Millerand Monty. Hell, even Luna came dressed as a Pink Lady.

“Where thehell is Clarke?” Raven hisses to Luna when she arrives. He has no idea whoClarke is, but Raven has already made more friends in her short time here thanhe has since he moved in. So, no surprises there.

“She’salways late, you know that,” Luna rolls her eyes, “She’ll be here.”

“Yo,Danny,” Raven calls and it takes him a moment to realize she’s talking to him,“Go grab me a beer.”

“I’m sorry,are you incapable?” he snaps and runs a hand through his hair, only for hisfingers to get stuck in the hair gel.

She flipshim the finger and he shuffles over to the table. Not because she told him too,he was already going to come here. He’ll just be nice and grab her a beer whilehe’s over here. Because he’s polite. And definitely not because she told himto. He reaches into the cooler to dig around for his favorite – he’s stickingto beer tonight. He has to teach in the morning.

He feels afamiliar pull and knows she’s there before she speaks.

“Wow,” shesays as he stands up, the buckles of his jacket clanking together, “Niceoutfit.”

He turnsslowly and before he can control it, his jaw opens slightly. It’s the Princess,alright, except she isn’t a princess at all. She’s dressed in a tight blackbody suit, and it’s clinging to every luscious curve of her body, paired with aleather jacket eerily similar to his own. He’s seen Grease enough time torecognize a Sandy when he sees one. He practically chokes on air. He looks overhis head to see the others watching him and Raven is looking extremely smugwhich makes him think she had something to do with this. He has no idea how shecould know, or how she could possibly be involved. But if anybody could figureit out, it’s her.

“I’mLuna’s roommate,” she seems to read his mind and she extends her hand with ahalf-smile, “Clarke Griffin.”

“Youweren’t here last year,” he says stupidly. He should introduce himself.Compliment her outfit because, damn. But all he can think about is that shewasn’t here last year.

She dropsher hand and glances down at her feet sheepishly, “I was working. New nursesalways have to work holidays.”

“Oh,” heresponds and still can’t figure out what to say. She’s been living in thisbuilding the whole time and he never once ran into her? She never tried to findhim despite their almost hook up two three years ago? Holy shit this has beengoing on that long?

“I guessthis is as weird for you as it is for me?” she asks, “I can leave, if you want.I know we’ve kind of been like…weirdly intimate but don’t really know eachother? And, honestly, I gave up when you showed up with a girlfriend but nowyou’re here and Raven said you’re single and you look really hot in thatcostume…”

It’s thisprecise moment that his brain actually decides to function and he laughs,watching as this girl he’s been dancing around for four years on the same dayrambles away about their strange relationship and admittedly having a crush onhim, similar to the way he’s felt about her. She’s been sort of his own littletradition – like every Halloween he goes to the roof to talk to this mysteriousgirl about all the things he was afraid to admit outloud to everyone else. Andshe’s fucking real and standing in front of him in a matching costume because,surpise, she actually knows his friends and lives two floors below him. Whatare the fucking odds.

He’shaving a hard time processing it all and wants to claim insanity when he slidesa hand into her thick curls and surges forward to kiss her. She stiffens and hepulls away, heart pounding in his chest and feeling completely disoriented.

“Shit,that was weird,” he panics, “I’m Bellamy. But you probably already know thatand…God, I’m sorry.”

She laughsthen, sweet and shy as her eyes search his own frantic ones, “No offense,Bellamy, but we’ve been talking for four years. Aren’t you tired?”

Shedoesn’t need to ask twice. He kisses her again and faintly hears the PinkLadies and the T-birds in the background hooting and hollering in theirapproval. It’s bizarre. But Halloween is a bizarre holiday and honestly, hemight not hate it so much after all.