#he scratches at the dresser for me to open the drawer again

[voyeuristiclens]

noticin' you, noticin' me

[kiyoors]

stay

tsukishima kei x reader

warnings: afab! reader, mentions of unprotected sex, unclear relationship between reader and tsukki, kei is bad at feelings

you hear tsukishima shuffling in the bathroom as you lay on his bed.

looking up at his ceiling, you try to figure him out: is he the kind of guy who’ll kick a girl out after he sleeps with her? will he let you stay? should you get dressed and make a run for it while he’s busy?

instead, you stay where you are, only choosing to drape your arm over your face, the crook of your elbow resting over your eyes. you close them. you’ll leave it up to him to decide what he wants to do with you.

would he walk you home if he kicked you out?

eyes still closed, you hear him come back into the room. you brace yourself for rejection and the eventual walk of shame.

the bed dips as he kneels on it, inching closer to you.

you feel him tap the side of your naked thigh, “open your legs,” he says

you do so, choosing not to remove your arm from covering your face until you feel him clean the mess in between your thighs with a damp hand towel. you guess it’s the least he could do before kicking you out— given that most of the mess is his.

he sighs once he’s finished, discarding the rag, eyes still not meeting yours as he makes his way to the dresser across the room.

“you…” he drags the question out as he rummages through the top drawer.

“want a shirt?”

you hum, and he throws it over to you.

he’s pacing the room again, picking up the various clothing items you were each wearing before the night’s encounter.

you see him fold your pants, the shirt you were wearing, and your bra. he picks up your panties and finally, shyly, meets your gaze, cheeks coloring.

he throws these at you, too. you to put them on.

he’s back to his drawers, pulling out a clean pair of sweatpants for himself. the waistband rests low on his waist as he finally, finally, comes back to bed.

“umm,”

you take this as your cue to leave, sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed, searching his room for your phone, your keys, your wallet.

“i tend to run pretty cold at night,” he begins, clearing his throat, “do you want an extra blanket incase-

“are you leaving?”

he cuts himself off when he realizes you’re collecting your belongings, your pants already in hand, waiting for you to put them on.

you feel like a deer caught in headlights. your mouth falling open into a soundless oh.

“you want me to stay?” you ask him, unsure

immediately, tsukishima gets defensive, closing himself off, “i mean, no one’s forcing you to.”

he looks away, and you feel like hitting yourself with a hammer repeatedly.

“text me when you get home.” is all he says, still not meeting your eyes.

“tsukki-”

“what.” his tone is harsh. he’s furiously picking at the skin around his cuticles.

“i-i want to stay,” you tell him, nearing him where he is sitting on the edge of his bed. while he still pretends to be upset, he’s readily parting his legs for you to nestle in between them, burrowing his head in your stomach as you stand in front of him, your fingers immediately moving to scratch his scalp the way he likes. his hands gently cup your ass, bringing you closer.

tsukishima breathes in the scent of you and him mixed together through his shirt. you’re good to him. too good sometimes.

the truth is he wants you to stay in his bed (and his heart, and his life) forever.

“call me kei,” he tells you finally, softly, “s’the least you can do after asking me to cum inside you.”

“kei,” you say, smile on your lips, savoring the syllable, “can you get me an extra blanket?”

he huffs, pulling you down to lay beside him, “you won’t need one after i’m done with you.”

[fairysongs]

౨ৎ pretty scary﹕spencer reid .ᐟ

summary: you're having an awful day and your boyfriend is kind of the best person ever.

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

includes: reader struggles with bpd, reader has slight mommy issues, reader is referred to with she/her pronouns, depictions of overstimulation (NOT the sexy kind), reader has slight mood swings, established relationship, silly fluff, spencer reid is the perfect boyfriend, hurt/comfort KINDA? (reader is upset, spencer soothes her), lowercase writing sorry it's a habit/my preference, Fiona Apple Mention <3

word count: 3.1k

a/n: omg.. hiiii! this is my first silly post on this silly blog and its a very self-indulgent one as someone who has bpd and is told OFTEN how irritable i can get -_- .. im so nervous.com right now bcos ive never posted my writing on here but also excited..? yes yes.. on a huge spencer reid kick so if u liked this and have any requests they are open!! likes/reblogs/any feedback much appreciated :3!

today was just not your day.

the morning started out fine. it was actually kind of perfect. you spent the night at your boyfriend’s place, waking up just in time to see him getting ready for work. there was a smile that crept over your lips as you watched him adjust the tie hanging around his neck. you propped yourself up against the pillows as he caught your eyes in the mirror adjacent to the bed. your heart swelled at the sight of a small blush spreading across his cheeks.

“why are you staring at me like that, weirdo?” there was a little morning gravel in his voice but his tone was lighthearted enough to make you giggle. you fell back against the pillows, tucking one under your arm as you kept your gaze on him.

“what? i’m not allowed to stare at my boyfriend anymore?” you replied, a yawn falling off your lips. he playfully rolled his eyes in response, walking over to your side of his bed. he sat at the edge, one of his hands brushing some of your hair from your face.

“actually, no. they just passed that law last night while you were sleeping through coraline again.” you bit your lip, vaguely remembering begging spencer to put that movie on only to fall asleep on his shoulder twenty minutes in. you can only assume at some point he carried you from the sofa to his bed. you blushed at the thought, as if he hadn’t done it at least twenty times by now. clearly you weren’t used to the ‘princess treatment’ he liked giving you.

“oh, my fault then. please don’t arrest me, mr. fbi agent.”

“it’s dr. fbi agent, actually.”

“right…” you giggled again, beaming as he smiled down at you. “do you know if you have a case?”

“paperwork day.” his fingers started tracing small shapes against the skin of your arm. “of course if that changes, i’ll let you know. but hopefully it won’t. you can come over again tonight if you want. maybe we’ll finally finish coraline.” his voice was soft, ringing harmonies in your ear as you let your eyes flutter shut in the comfort. “need me to take you to work today?”

you hummed, reaching out to your phone sitting on his bedside table. you quickly rechecked your schedule and shook your head. “no, it’s okay. i go in a little later. it’s close enough to walk.” you tilted your head as you felt him tangle his hand in your hair again. spencer scratched delicately at your scalp.

“okay, my love. i washed the clothes you left here the other day. they should be in the second drawer of my dresser.” you nodded in response as he leaned in to press his lips to your forehead. you caught his jaw in your hands and pulled him downwards, giving him a proper kiss on his lips. he laughed quietly as you both pulled away. “have a good day, angel.”

“you too, baby.”

well to put it simply you did not have a good day. you got ready for your job at a local cafe and made it to work fine. it was when you got there that it started going downhill. you genuinely loved being a barista. you definitely had the personality for it. friendly, outgoing, kind and patient. it’s actually how you met spencer in the first place. but sometimes it was hard. especially with certain needy customers. most of your regulars were chill. you were actually friends with many of them, always asking about the new things in their lives whenever they’d come in. of course, though, there were always a few bad apples.

like this one particular older man. he came in every now and then and ordered the same thing every single time. black decaf coffee with a blueberry scone. he was always in a rather grumpy mood, not even your tender words could help that. so this morning when you gave him a black regular coffee by an honest mistake he made sure to let you know just how stupid and idiotic you were. you stood there at the counter, expression apologetic as he continued to berate you. eventually your boss told you to go in the back for a bit while she took care of things.

you practically ran to the bathroom, locking yourself in the tiny space as you tried to control your breathing. you could already feel the hot tears spilling down your cheeks. you absolutely despised how sensitive you could get. through shaky breaths, you pulled your phone from your back pocket, unlocking it with a small sob. you had a few texts and one missed call from your mother. one of the texts was from spencer, letting you know it was just gonna be a paperwork day and inquiring what you wanted to order for dinner tonight. the other texts were from your mother, reminding you about a family party that was coming up soon. there was another text after her missed call.

- Guess you’re too busy to talk. Just let me know if you can make it.

you closed your eyes, feeling the passive aggressive tone through the message. the best way you could describe your relationship with your mother was that she was both your best friend and your worst critic. she tried to support everything you aspired to do, but also hated the way you did them. it was... complicated but her text was enough to leave you in a sour mood for the remainder of the day.

you felt like you couldn’t catch up. you couldn’t get over that bump setting you back from having a good shift. your head felt like it was elsewhere and no longer attached to your body, your movements becoming monotonous and your words dull. to make things worse, your eighteen year old coworker was coming in for their shift an hour before you were leaving.

and you loved them, you really really did. often times you would joke about them being your work child, taking them under your wing. but they talked. a lot. most days you could keep up no problem but with the way your mind was on a downward spiral today, all you could feel was immense overstimulation as they yapped in your ear about the latest tv show they were binge watching. soon it was all too much for you to handle and you end up snapping at the poor kid.

“dude i’m sorry but i don’t really care. can we just be quiet for, like, five minutes?” you interrupted them mid-sentence, tired eyes looking over with a slight glare. you immediately softened, eyes wide with guilt as they looked towards you like a kicked puppy. you tried your best to stammer out an apology but was met with silent treatment until you clocked out.

they would soon accept your apology in the next coming days and you’d go back to normal because that’s how you guys were, but the guilt would eat at you for quite a bit. when you were a kid, your parents often praised you on how self-sufficient and respectful you were. in your adolescent years, with the help of an untreated personality disorder and your regular teen hormones raging inside your cage of a body, your behaviour would suddenly change. you found yourself more irritable. more prone to overstimulation. you internalized a lot of what you were going through because every time you tried to bring up your feelings, your mother would shut you down and it’d turn into a fight.

you expressed yourself through slammed doors and screaming matches. you bottled things up until they overflowed. it was how you handled the thunderstorms behind your skull. you would eventually get better in time, finally attending therapy and finding solace in little things like journaling. and when you started dating spencer, he helped a lot too. your brain could sometimes make a lot of irrational judgements and spencer would help you see reasoning instead. he was also insanely patient with you. especially in the first two months of you guys dating where you broke up with him upwards of five times. each time because you didn’t believe you deserved him. (you still don’t believe it, but at least now you’ve stopped trying to fight the good coming into your life.)

you would never forget the first time spencer met your parents. the night was going well up until dinner time when your dad decided to pull out your old high school yearbook. at first it was just classic embarrassment as spencer looked at your school photos. but then your mother, after one too many glasses of wine, brought up your old struggles with anger.

“be careful getting on her bad side, spencer!” she had said, waving a finger in the air. “she’s got a scary temper for sure! remember when we had to replace her bathroom mirror because she threw her hairbrush at it?" she spoke like she was a comedian telling her greatest joke in the world as she turned towards your father. "i can’t even remember what made her so upset! but i remember how expensive that fix was…”

“oh i’m sure i’ve dealt with far worse at my job, ma’am. i think i can handle her just fine.” he was quick to reply and the hand pressing on your bouncing knee beneath the table calmed any nerves of him looking at you differently. later that night he’d hold you as you sobbed in his arms, retelling different memories of your past. he made you a promise that he’d never see you as a bad person as long as you promised him you’d talk to him whenever you started to feel like one.

you were finally walking home after this exhausting day and it wasn’t until you were changed into your comfy clothes and curled in bed that you realized you hadn't texted spencer back at all. with your knees pulled to your chest and a low hum of a fiona apple album playing from your record player you reached across your bed for your phone. you had four texts from him and one missed call.

- Hi angel. Haven’t heard from you all day, just checking in. - Hi, you should be clocked out by now. Just wanted to know if you still wanted to come over? We can order from your favorite italian place. - One missed call from spencer ♡. - Are you having a bad day, my love? Or did I do something wrong? - I’m gonna come over. See you soon, angel.

your brows furrowed together at the last text, sent just about ten minutes ago. you could feel your eyes well with frustrated tears. you felt like shit for unintentionally ignoring him. you couldn’t even think of what to say to him, but you had to think fast because soon you heard a gentle knock at your bedroom door. with a sniffle, you stood to your feet and slowly opened it.

you met spencer’s eyes, they were desperately searching your face. trying to figure you out, trying to see what was troubling your mind. you hated it sometimes when he profiled you, but most times you were grateful he could just know when you weren’t doing okay. saved you the shame of having to actually vocalize your feelings. you stepped back as he entered your room.

“your roommate let me in. she said you went straight to your room after work and have been listening to nothing but when the pawn… by fiona apple.” he was still in his work clothes, the same ones you watched him get dressed in just that morning. felt like an eternity ago at this point. before you could even let your face fall to the ground, his hands were holding your jaw, tilting it upwards and keeping it in place. he always held you like you were made of glass. “bad day?”

“you could say that.” you words were short and you didn’t mean for them to be. you were just so exhausted. “sorry i forgot to text you back. it’s just been…” you let your words fall off, waving your hands in the air with an annoyed huff. you pulled away from his touch, slumping back into your mattress. he just watched as you ran your fingers through your hair, eyes shut tight as if you were trying to talk yourself down. he bit his lip, taking a cautious step forward.

“you look like you’re trying to compute a million things at once right now inside that little head.” he shrugged off the sweater draping over his work shirt, tugged off his tie and kicked his shoes off besides your bed. you laughed sarcastically at his words but bit your tongue from replying with a snarky comment. “did you know that one of the brain’s primary functions is to collect and process sensory information? it’s kind of like there’s a little guy in there, sitting at his desk and filing through every bit of information that gets thrown at you throughout the day.” your eyes were still shut but you felt a dip in your bed as his voice grew closer to you.

“when there’s too much sensory input, it can make the brain think there’s danger, sending off signals to the body to escape. that’s when your fight-flight-freeze response gets triggered. aka that little guy’s desk is suddenly on fire and every file has been thrown all over the place and the little guy, well, the little guy is running around screaming for help.” you feel two arms wrap around your waist and maneuver your body until you felt your head resting against the warmness of his chest. soon enough you also felt slender digits running through the locks of your hair.

“you seem to resort to a fight response i’ve noticed. your body feels like you can overpower the danger your brain thinks you’re in. resulting in intense feelings of anger. which can lead to irritability.” you feel him tracing shapes, the same ones he made on your arms earlier that morning, deep into the small of your back. he always did the same movement pattern and you always wondered if that was intentional or just a coincidence. “do you wanna talk about what’s going on in here?” he poked an index finger to the side of your temple. you shook your head. “okay. we don’t have to. but i will ask about it later, is that okay?” you nodded this time.

you didn’t realize it when it was happening, but the combination of spencer pulling you into his arms and his soft voice spewing factual information at you was enough to make your head feel almost empty. your body was melted against his, curled up in his touch. you let out a shaky breath, slowly raising your head, resting your chin on his chest as your eyes opened. “how did you do that?” you whispered, soft hues scanning his face as he just smiled down at you.

“a magician never reveals his secrets, my love.” you rolled your eyes, laughing quietly as his hand lightly brushed your cheek. he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. your lips twitched in thought, a tiny frown suddenly taking over your features. spencer tilted his head. “what is it, baby?”

your eyes fell to focus on his chest, your finger tracing over the fabric of his work shirt. “do you think i’m scary? like… when i get upset?”

“scary?” he repeated, voice in small disbelief that you’d even feel the need to ask. “no, i don’t think you’re scary. i think you’re beautiful. and i think your mind can be pretty mean to you sometimes. but that’s not your fault. hey, look at me please.” you let him guide your head back up, eyes meeting each other again. he smiled at you and it made you feel warm. “why do you think you’re scary?”

your shoulder shrugged with an exasperated sigh. “because it’s what i’ve been told my whole life. when i get too overwhelmed and i just feel nothing but anger i… i feel like i can get mean and i hate feeling that way. like, i always get too snappy and i always say something that’s gonna hurt someone i care about and i…” your breathing hitches. your lashes quickly blink, trying to fight any tears from spilling yet again. “i’m so scared i’m gonna get that way with you and you’re gonna leave me.”

he was shaking his head, thumb swiping underneath your eyes at the few tears that betrayed you and fell down your cheeks. he sighed out your name. “i don’t think you understand just how much i love you. if you think i’d leave you at something so silly like that. you know, i started reading up on borderline personality disorder after that night i met your parents. i wanted to understand it more. i wanted to understand you.” he continued wiping away your tears as they kept falling.

“i can’t even imagine what you go through inside your own head every single day, but i can acknowledge how hard you’re trying to cope with it. i see it all the time. i see it in the kindness you like to spread to strangers. i see it in the way you push yourself to learn new things and the way you stopped beating yourself up if it doesn’t turn out perfect. i see it in the way you love me, and more importantly in the way you’ve allowed yourself to let me love you back. you’re such a beautiful person, my love. it’s okay to have bad days and it’s okay to let yourself be a little mean sometimes.” he laughed quietly, noticing the way your lips were fighting a smile. he leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss to the corner of your mouth. “as long as you just communicate with me when you’re feeling bad. that’s all i ask.”

you sat there for a moment, admiring the way his big brown eyes stared at you. your eyes fell for a moment before picking back up with furrowed brows. “i snapped at my coworker today.”

“the teenager?” you nodded. “ah,” spencer’s hand resumed circling around your back as he hummed. “they’ll forgive you, i’m sure of it.” there was a pause and then a small hum coming from his throat. “are you hungry? hm? let’s order some food.”

he ordered you your favorite pasta dish from your favorite italian restaurant and you fell asleep in his arms in the middle of coraline again. he couldn’t help but admire you resting so peacefully in his arms and continued tracing the words ‘i love you’ over and over again into your back for the rest of the night.

[thepastdied]

Some Fun

eddie munson × fem!reader smut

Summary: You are Dustin's cousin and meet Eddie for the first time. Things get hot.

Loud laughter erupted from the dining room, echoing throughout the Henderson home and up the stairs.

Your eyes snapped open, frantically looking around.

"What the hell.." You murmered.

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and stretched. It was just about 6pm, though still fairly bright out on this summer day, and the sky glowed a beautiful orange that poured through your bedroom window.

You'd just gotten back from college over on the East Coast. Every summer you come back to your aunts house, where you will stay for the next few months before returning back to your university. She was like a mother to you. And Dustin, Dustin was like a brother.

You kicked the covers off of you and swung your legs off the side of the bed before slumping over to your dresser. You'd regretfully overslept, your nap only meaning to be a couple hours, and now felt more tired than you did after finishing those chores this morning.

You changed out of your sweaty clothes and pulled on some pajama shorts, a tank top, and fixed your hair. More laughter came from the first floor, and you scrunched your eyebrows. Mike is so obnoxious..

Your feet padded against the hard wood floor of the hallway as you made your way downstairs.

"Hey." You threw an effortless greeting at the kids without looking up.

You sighed and went into the kitchen to get a glass from the cupboard. Your eyes flickered over to the dining room, the table half in view, to see the boys who've grown up far too quickly chuckling with one another.

Lucas so happened to look over and smiled as he gave you a small wave. Mike noticed, and so did Dustin, causing them all to turn around.

"You look like a fucking zombie." Mike cringed at you.

Your jaw dropped as you scoffed and shook your head.

"Well, I did sleep for literally 4 hours." You pointed out.

"Thought atleast one of you little shits would have woken me up so I could get you dinner". You added in annoyance before moving to the fridge.

You rummaged around before finally retrieving the lemon you'd been looking for and moving back into the boys' view.

"Well, Eddie already ordered us pizza since you were too busy sleeping," Dustin said.

"Child neglect." Mike just had to throw at you, causing you to mouth a 'shut the fuck up' in his direction.

"Wait, who?" You raised an eyebrow at them as you grabbed a knife from the drawer.

A head appeared out from behind the wall, scaring the living hell out of you and causing you to almost throw your knife.

"JESUS FUCK! You scared- oh, wow, hi" You stared at the brown eyed boy who had a silly grin on his face and instantly blushed. 'oh wow' Really!?

He snorted out a laugh as he stepped forward, a heavily ringed hand sticking out in front of you.

"I, my lovely maiden, am Eddie. Eddie the Banished." His eyes flickered down at your body before locking back onto yours. "My last name is actually Munson.. not Banished."

The boys began to talk with one another again and you were grateful, considering you were making a complete fool out of yourself.

You reached forward to grab his hand as you shyly laughed.

"I'm.." You blinked a couple of times. His eyebrows raised and disappeared into his fluffy bangs in anticipation. You somehow forgot your name.

"-y/n." You blurted out.

He grinned widely, revealing his perfect teeth and deep smile lines, head lightly bowing as he held your hand before letting go.

"Well, we were just about to throw a movie on - if you wanted to join." He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck and puffed his chest out.

You slowly nodded a few times, the gears in your brain having trouble working properly.

"This is a scary movie we are talking about, I hope?" You tilted your head in question.

"Is Children of the Corn scary enough for you?" He leaned his tall frame against the wall, one leg crossing over the other coolly.

You bit the inside of your cheek. Scary movies never really got to you. But if you get to sit next to him then.. suddenly, you find this movie terrifying.

"I should be able to hold myself together." You smirked up at him.

You turned around to go back to your task of cutting up the lemon for your water. Eddie didn't move an inch and instead raked his eyes down your body. You glanced over to him, his eyes fixated on your bare thighs. You cleared your throat.

"I can meet you guys in the living room?" You spoke without looking at him. You didn't want him to feel flustered about you catching him staring.

"Y-yeah, sure." He clumsily scurried to where the kids were.

You released a long breath and held your aching chest as he disappeared into the other room.

×

Eddie gave the kids pizza while you went to grab blankets for everyone. The larger couch in the living room has a pullout bed where the three boys stayed huddled together with the large pizza box in the center. You found it adorable, just like the old days.

"You need help up there?" Eddie calls up the stairs.

Your tongue sticks out from between your lips as you stretch your arms as high as you can to reach the top shelf of the closet.

"I'm- shit..!" Your fingers graze the corner of the blanket before your toes give out, and you slumped back onto your feet.

Eddie reaches the top of the stairs just as you slap your hands to your side in defeat.

"Please.." You sigh as you wipe the sweat from your forehead.

He chuckles and (unnecessarily) walks behind you, his chest pressed against your back as he easily grabs the blanket and tosses it over your head. You flail your arms and bunch it into your chest, sending him a playful glare, your hair messy and in your face.

"Eddie the Banished is about to really get banished." You lean forward and narrow your eyes as you blow the stray hairs out of your face.

"You are gonna banish me? Sweetheart, I'd like to see you try." He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth and wiggles his eyebrows.

"Oh my god, what does that even mean?" You slap his arm at his supposed dirty remark.

He holds where your hand made contact and throws himself against the wall, sliding down until he is a heap on the floor.

"No- no! Please! Don't banish me- I'll do anything!" He pleads as he grabs your ankle.

Your hand covers your mouth as you giggle at his over the top theatrics. He is fucking insane..

"Eddie.. get off the floor." You shake your head in disbelief.

"That's what you want me to do? I was hoping it would be something more like... you know-" He pauses his pleas and whispers.

"Wha- Eddie, get up!" You reach down and grab his arm, as if that will do anything.

He wears a mischievous smile as he stands and shakes his hair. You close your eyes and breathe out before walking past him to go downstairs. The boys didn't seem to notice either of you were gone and as you rounded the corner to the living room Eddie grabbed your arm.

"Hey, you should sit with me." His eyes flicked between yours, nervous that you'd say no.

You nodded your head and continued to the living room, blinking a few times as you see each of the boys already had their own blanket.

"Where did you get those?" You pointed to each of them.

Dustin looked at you as if you were stupid and pointed go the door on the opposite side of the living room. "The closet."

You stared blankly as they continued their conversation and looked at Eddie. His tongue was in his cheek as he stared back smirking and patted the cushion next to him on the empty couch. A wave of anxiety hit you as you approached him and slumped down. Eddie came upstairs after you. He must have known the kids already had blankets. You stilled when his thigh touched yours as he spread his legs.

Dustin shut the lights and started the movie, the entire room being enveloped in darkness.

You looked down at Eddie's legs and felt your heartbeat thump in your chest.

And Eddie, he was looking at your crossed legs and didn't miss the way they were clenching together.

The past thirty minutes have felt like an eternity. You were practically dripping into your shorts.

Your eyes shot down as Eddie moved one of his hands to his thigh and rubbed his palm against his rough jeans, slowly working his fingers toward you. You jumped when his fingertips barely grazed the outside of your thigh. He turned his head to look at you as he did it again, watching your chest rise as you took in a sharp breath. You let him put his whole hand on your thigh and leaned your leg into the touch. His hair tickled your shoulder as he grazed his lips against your ear.

"Is this okay, sweetheart?" He rubbed his thumb in circles and moved his hand slowly toward the inside of your thigh.

You silently nodded and moved the blanket onto your lap, spreading your thighs just a little.

Eddie hummed as he sat upright again and looked over to where the kids sat. Your fingers grabbed his wrist before they were able to meet your pussy. He quickly looked at you, understanding your knowing look.

You sat like that for the remainder of the movie. His hand on your inner thigh and both of you excruciatingly horny, though unable to go further for obvious reasons.

"Welp. We're gonna go for a bike ride." Dustin stood up and stretched, the others following suit as he flicked the table lamp on. They began to grab the empty soda cans from the side table.

"A bike ride now? It's going on 8pm -"

Eddie ripped his hand from your leg and stood up, discreetly fixing himself in his pants.

"We can clean up here, shoo shoo. Be back in an hour so we can watch another movie, the night is still young my sheepies!" Eddie shooed them away with his hands and pushed them out the door, each of them giving eachother puzzled looks.

You stood from the couch as Eddie came back into the room and began throwing the trash away while he moved the remaining pizza to the kitchen. There was so much tension that it was unbearable.

"So.." He started. Geez.. now it's even more awkward.

You really, really needed him. Anything from him.

You raised an eyebrow at him as he moved to sit on the couch again, roughly patting his lap. "Come here."

You shifted on your feet and rung your fingers together. The way your legs rubbed together made you want to moan- that's how desperate you were.

He spread his legs out and licked his bottom teeth as you stood in front of him. You put your hands on his shoulders as you moved to straddle his lap.

"Fuck.." He breathed out as his hands gripped your waist and pulled you tighter to him.

You turned your head in embarrassment of the situation.

"Hey-" He moved one hand to your jaw.

"Look at me." Eddie's voice was soft. You did as he said.

"Would it be cool if I like.. kissed you?" He asked before he pursed his lips and scrunched his eyes shut. As if you'd say no?

You giggled at his bashfullness as your hands moved from his shoulders to his chest.

He opened one eye to peek at you and then shut it again to shake his head in a giddy manner.

"Eddieeee.." You whined.

He opened his eyes and lightly laughed before leaning forward and brushing his nose against yours. You smiled when his breath touched your lips, causing him to laugh. He mumbled an apology before moving one hand to the back of your neck and drawing you into a soft kiss. You pulled apart for only a second before he roughly pulled you flush into him, your gasp being silenced by his mouth.

Eddie's fingers raked down your back and to your ass, gripping you hard and moving his hips up into you. You moaned and rolled your hips. He tore his mouth from yours and let his head fall back, his hair dangling over the back of the couch as you sat up.

"Holy fucking s-shit" He moaned with an open mouth and then clenched his jaw as he groaned.

You throbbed when you saw his neck muscles tense up. His chest was hot under your hands as you trailed them down to his pelvis, where you snaked your fingers under his shirt. Your hips ground into him, his jeans giving just the right amount of rough friction to throw you over the edge. His fingers tightened on your ass when you leaned down, tits pressing against his chest, as you latched your mouth onto his neck. You moaned as you felt your slick gush against your panties.

"Woah that.. that's f-fucking good." Eddie shivered as you licked and sucked up his neck to behind his ear.

His dick was rock-hard under you as you rolled your hips against it. Eddie moved his hands in between your bodies as you continued to devour his neck, his breath quaking while he fumbled with his belt and undid his jeans.

Only the thin layer of his boxers was keeping his raw dick hidden from you. You sat up and wiped the saliva from your mouth with the back of your hand. Eddie's head remained on the back of the couch as he rolled it to the side to look at you. His hair was pushed back on one side revealing the dark marks you left on his neck. He probably has no idea. You smirked.

You palmed him through his boxers and could feel the wetness of his precum seeping through. He groaned from his throat and bucked his hips up into your hand.

"Please.." He breathed out, his adams apple bobbing as he swallowed.

You quickly stood up and removed your shorts, keeping the panties, before sitting back down. Eddie's mouth hung open while he watched your every move.

You positioned your clothed pussy over him and lightly dragged it along his boxers. You sighed in pleasure as the warmth of his dick met your pussy. You felt your slick slide between your folds as you pressed into him, letting your head fall back as you moaned his name.

"Y-you're.. oh god, you're so wet. You're gushing I can f-feel it." He pulled his head up and looked down where your bodies met. Your juices were seeping out of your panties and onto his covered dick.

"Wanna cum on you.." You mumbled, entire body heating up.

Eddie laughed from his throat and frantically nodded.

"And you will, baby. You're gonna fall apart just f'me, huh?" He put one hand back on your ass and another down to your pussy, running his fingers along the outside of your panties. "Fucking soaking.."

He held his hand in front of your face, sticking his glistening fingers together and separating to show the strings of your slick. Both of your breaths were hot and shallow as you continued to grind into him.

"Mm.. never tasted pussy before." He brought his fingers to his mouth and stuck his long tongue out, licking a long strip along his fingers as his dark eyes bore into yours and he moaned at the taste.

"Oh my god-" You choked out a moan and your nails dug into the skin of his waist as you began to roll your hips faster.

"Shit shit shit shit-" Eddie gasped and sat up, holding you by your waist and meeting his hips with each of your movements.

He mouthed at your collarbone and shamelessly moaned as you tangled your fingers in his hair at the nape of his neck. His teeth grazed your skin before he lightly bit down and messily kissed a trail up to your mouth. You bit and licked into eachothers mouths.

"Fuck yeah, just like that." He moaned into your mouth as your fast pace brought both of you closer to cumming. "Wanna-" He grunted as his movements stuttered. "Wanna come with you, sweetheart."

"Mhm.. mhm I'm close. R-really close." You kissed him deeper as he got more sloppy, one of his arms wrapping around your waist to keep you against him while another hand came to grab your face. His tongue was almost down your throat, not that you were complaining. You tore away from him and babbled incoherently, head falling slack to your shoulder as your hips jerked against his as you reached your high. A loud cry rang throughout the room as you arched your back and fisted his hair tighter, legs beginning to shake with over stimulation.

"Okay.. woah that's hot -kay.. okay, okay, okay- FUCK." He let out a long guttural moan as he flopped backwards onto the couch.

Spurts of warmth spread from underneath you, both of your juices mixing together. Your chest heaved as you looked him over. He panted as he looked at you, his hair wild and splayed out across the back of the couch, some sticking to his cheeks, and his face flushed and sweaty. He gulped and wiped his face with the sleeve of his Hellfire shirt.

"C'mere.." Eddie motioned you closer, smiling like a complete dope while trying to catch his breath.

You layed on him and breathed out a relaxed sigh as he kissed the side of your head.

"Next time.. maybe we could go in my room?" You speak quietly against his chest, his heart thumping loudly in your ear.

"Next time!? Goddam.. you'll be the death of me, baby. Of course." His chest vibrated at he spoke, belly shaking when he laughed.

You sat up enough to look at his face.

"So you liked it then..?" You leaned in and pecked his lips.

"Seriously?" He grinned widely, just as he did when you first met only hours ago.

"That.. was fun. Shit."

[thewritingofspencerrose]

criminology anon again. It is such a cool major and I get to learn a lot of cool things. Currently have an internship with an investigative team of detectives so pretty hyped about that. If you still need ideas, you would write about maybe the reader coming back from working on a case and it didn’t end the way she wanted it to so Jack takes care of her?

Loved your response to my last ask I ate that up !

Ah, so glad you enjoyed! And congrats on your internship, that's so amazing! I personally had the most draining day in uni so writing some Jack comfort was absolutely what I needed. That's also why it's definitely longggg, and it has some Luke in it too (platonic). Enjoy <3

(to make this blurb mild for all, i did not go into any details on the mentioned case)

Jack Hughes x Criminology!OC, Luke Hughes x OC

It had been a day.

Scratch that, it had been a week.

A week of being in another state, a week of meetings, a week of assisting on the investigation.

All for it to end like that. God it has been tearing at my insides since we walked out of that precinct.

Kev tried to help. She's been at this for a years, but talking to her on the plane made it clear that even for a veteran like herself this case was hard.

All I have been able to think about is coming home. And now I'm stuck outside the door, unable to take out my key and even unlock it. I don't want to bring this inside, home is my safe place and after everything I just can't help the feeling of unsettled energy sitting on my chest.

"Crim, you're back!" Luke's voice is what shakes me from my own head space, the nickname he gave me when he first found out my major making the slightest smile come to my face. I'm still tense, but I can't help but turn to face the kid as he takes long strides down the hall, his arms wrapping around me as both our bags fall to the floor. "We missed you around here."

"I miss you too, Kid," I whisper, tears already threatening to spill.

"What are you two doing in the hallway?" Jack's voice interrupts our hug, and I guess I missed the door opening because he's standing there, dazzling sleepily in grey sweatpants and the shirt of my alma mater on his body, having gotten it my freshman year. As if sensing my question, he smiles softly. "I heard both your bags hit the floor. You two are loud."

"You are so not one to talk," Luke groans, grabbing both of our bags and shoving past his brother with no real fire. Poor boy.

I'm still in the hallway. He's standing inside the doorway. And it's now that our eyes fully meet, his shoulders falling.

"It didn't go well," It's not a question, he knows simply from how I'm standing what the answer is. "Come here baby," He coos, taking my hand and pulling me into the apartment, closing the door as we move towards our room.

The lights are low, only the Christmas lights I strung up around the edge of the room during the holidays being left on as he coaxes me to sit on our bed. He doesn't say anything, ask any questions, just moves around the room in silence as he goes to his dresser, grabbing a pair of sweat pants and one of my favorite hoodies, his favorite hoodie, from his drawer and bringing them over.

"Here baby, how about you put these on and I'll go grab the ice cream and we'll see where we left off with New Girl, yeah?"

"Thank you," I thank, him kissing the top of my head with a smile before walking back to the door.

"You don't have to thank me for doing exactly what you do for me after tough games," His voice vibrates back into the room.

And it's with slow hands that I peel off my business casual and pull on his sweats, pulling my hair from where it was sitting on the top of my head.

Two knocks later, I'm already leaning against the headboard of the bed, quilt pulled up high against my chest.

"J, you don't have to knock to come in our room," I can't help but chuckle, although it's Luke's curly head that pops in first, his hands holding 3 soda's as Jack trails in, a bowl of popcorn and a bowl of chocolate strawberries in hand.

"Someone felt left out and wanted to join us," Jack explains, curling into my side as Luke throws his lanky body at the foot of our bed. Jack's lips meet the side of my head again, wrapping his arm around me. "He noticed how upset you were earlier and wanted to be sure you were okay," Is the explanation he whispers in my ear, my heart warming.

"Thank you for all of this," I whisper, Luke too distracted by the remote to notice our conversation.

"I'm just glad you're home, I missed you," He responds, shoving a handful of popcorn in his mouth.

"I miss you too, babe."

"Hey, I'm here too," Luke grumbles, having rolled onto his other side and looking pouty. "Did anyone miss me?"

"No."

"Always Kid, always."

[phr3ia]

Love Game (Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader) [Chapter 21 : Problematic]

Toji gently placed you on the couch, his brows furrowed in concern as he took in your shivering form. "Alright, let's get you warmed up." he muttered, heading towards your bedroom. He returned a moment later, empty-handed and looking more flustered than before. "Uh, Y/N? Where do you keep your extra towels?" he asked, scratching the back of his head.

You didn't respond, of course, still lost in your feverish state. Toji sighed, turning back towards your bedroom. "Fine, I'll just...find one myself." he said, disappearing into your room once more.

Toji yanked open the first drawer of your dresser, expecting to find towels, but instead, he found himself staring at a colorful array of your undergarments. His eyes widened, and he quickly shut the drawer close, his face turning a shade of red that rivaled the brightest color of your lingerie.

Toji quickly moved on to the second drawer and finally found what he was looking for - a stack of neatly folded towels. He grabbed a few, storming back to the living room, "Seriously, who puts their underwear in the first drawer? That's just...that's just weird." he said, shaking his head.

Toji knelt down in front of the couch, "Alright, Y/N." he said softly, "I'm going to dry you off now, okay?" He gently unfolded one of the towels, his movements careful and slow as he began to pat your skin dry. He started with your arms, his touch feather-light as he worked his way up from your wrists to your shoulders. He was mindful of your feverish state, making sure not to press too hard or move too quickly, as he was afraid to cause you any discomfort.

Toji paused, his gaze softening as he looked at your face. He gently brushed a strand of wet hair away from your forehead, his thumb lingering on your cheek. "Y/N." and then he said softly, "What happened? Why were you out in the rain like that?" Toji's brows furrowed in concern. "And why were you crying? Your eyes were all puffy and shit."

Toji stopped, his hand still on your cheek, as he realized what he was doing. "Stupid. She can't even hear you." he chided himself, turning his attention back to drying you off.

As he continued to pat you dry, he noticed the trails of tears on your cheeks, and his heart ached at the sight. He had never seen you like this, so vulnerable and broken. It was a side of you he hadn't known existed, and it made him feel...uneasy.

"You look...terrible when you cry." he said, his voice gentle despite the harsh words. "I don't like seeing you like this. You were even crying in your sleep, for fuck's sake." He reached out, his thumb gently wiping away the tear that had escaped from the corner of your eye. "I don't know what happened, but just...just don't let it get to you like this, okay?"

Toji sighed, looking you up and down as he assessed the situation. "Great, just great." he muttered to himself. "Now I have to change your clothes. How the hell am I supposed to do that without seeing or touching...you know, the goods?" he said, scratching the back of his head, a blush creeping up his cheeks.  "I mean, I've seen plenty of bodies, but you're...well, you're not just some random body, you know? And I don't wanna accidentally grope you or something." He chuckled nervously. He paused for a moment, considering his options. "Maybe I should just leave you in your wet clothes and hope you don't catch pneumonia or something. No, no, that's stupid. You'd kill me if you found out I let you freeze to death. Fuck, why is this so difficult?" he said. "I'll just...grab some clothes for you and figure it out from there." he called out over his shoulder, leaving you alone on the couch.

Toji returned from your bedroom, his arms laden with a blanket and your pajamas. He approached the couch cautiously, his eyes darting from you to the blanket and back again. "Alright." he said, his voice uncharacteristically soft. "I'm gonna cover you with this blanket, okay? Then I'll...uh...I'll figure out how to change you into your pajamas."

As Toji carefully pulled your dress down, inch by inch, he was as cautious as a bomb defuser, making sure not to touch any of your skin. He was so focused on his task that he didn't notice the blanket slowly slipping off the couch until it was too late.

In a sudden whoosh, the blanket slid down, revealing you in your lacy underwear.

"Fucking hell!" Toji exclaimed, his eyes widening in surprise. He quickly averted his gaze, his face turning beet red. "Shit, shit, shit, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to...I mean, I was trying not to...fuck, this is so fucking awkward." he stammered, his hands flailing about as he tried to cover you back up. "I swear, it was an accident. I didn't mean to see...you know, the goods. Damn it, why is this so fucking hard? I've disarmed bombs with less fucking anxiety than this." he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. "I'm sorry, I'm really, really sorry. I promise I won't look again. I swear." he smirked, clearly amused by the situation.

But then his heart raced as he realized that he would have to remove your bra and underwear as well. He bit his lip, his face flushed, and his eyes darted to the side, trying to avoid looking at you. "Fuck me," he muttered, taking a deep breath. "This is gonna be a fucking disaster." 

Toji gently nudged you aside, slipping his hands under the blanket to unclasp your bra. "Why on earth did you let yourself get soaked like this?" he asked, his voice laced with annoyance.

Toji's hands were shaking as he fumbled with the clasp. "Why the fuck are these things so complicated?" he grumbled, finally getting it unhooked. He quickly pulled it off, his face turning beet red as the blanket slipped again and he caught a glimpse of what he wasn't supposed to see. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he chanted, throwing the bra onto the floor like it was on fire "I swear it was just the sides!!!" Toji quickly pulled the blanket back up, covering you again. He took a moment to collect himself before tackling your underwear, which was proving to be even more of a challenge. He tried to pull them down, but they kept getting caught on something, and he couldn't figure out what it is. "What the fuck is going on here?" he exclaimed, his face now a deep shade of purple. After what felt like an eternity, he finally managed to get them off, holding them up in triumph before realizing what he was holding. 

Then you suddenly stirred awake, your eyes flying open to find Toji holding your underwear up in front of his face. Your eyes widened in shock, and you quickly glanced down to realize you were completely naked under the blanket. You gasped, your face turning a shade of red, and before you could even process what was happening, your hand flew up and connected with Toji's cheek with a loud smack.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!! TOJI FUSHIGURO YOU PERVERT!!!!" you screamed, your voice echoing through the room. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" You pulled the blanket tighter around yourself, your eyes blazing with anger and embarrassment.

Toji, on the other hand, looked completely bewildered. He stumbled back, his hand flying to his cheek, which was now bright red from your slap. "Ow! What the fuck?!" he exclaimed. "I was just trying to help you! You were passed out and soaked, and I was trying to change you into something dry! Why the hell did you slap me?!"

You glared at him, your cheeks still flushed. "Because you were holding my underwear in front of your face like some sort of weirdo!" you shouted. "And I woke up to find myself naked under a blanket! What was I supposed to think?!"

Toji opened his mouth to respond, but then closed it again, looking sheepish. "Well, when you put it that way..." he muttered, scratching the back of his head. "But still, you didn't have to slap me. That fucking hurt." he said, rubbing his cheek.

You were about to continue your tirade, but suddenly, a sharp pain shot through your head, causing you to wince in pain. "Ow...my head..." you groaned, your vision blurring for a moment. Toji's expression softened, and he took a step closer, his hand reaching out to touch your forehead. "Shit, you're burning up." he said, staring at you with a concerned look on his face. 

Toji quickly scooped you up into his arms, wrapping the blanket tightly around you. "Come on, let's get you into bed." he said. You let out a small yelp of surprise, but didn't protest as he carried you to your bedroom. He laid you down on your bed, pulling the covers up to your chin. "Stay here and rest, okay? I'll be right back." he said, turning to leave.

"Wait, where are you going?" you asked, your voice weak.

"I'm going to go buy you some medicine." Toji replied, looking back at you. "You're burning up. Let's not wait for it to get worst. I'll be right back in ten minutes."

"Okay." You nodded weakly, watching as Toji disappeared out the door.

As soon as Toji left, you forced yourself to sit up, your head still pounding. For a moment you were lost in thought thinking about why Suguru had stood you up, but you pushed it aside, not wanting to dwell on it. Instead, you focused on getting dressed.

You quickly put on the pajamas that Toji got for you, your hands shaking slightly as you buttoned your shirt. You couldn't help but wonder if Toji had seen more than he should have, and the thought made you blush. But despite your embarrassment, you felt grateful for his help. You just hoped that he hadn't seen too much.

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End Of Chapter 21 🥀....

@meowforluv @miizuzu @geniejunn @scorpiosugar @barelylivingirl

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Please Tell Me That's Fake Blood

Trick or Treat Thursday, October 12, 2023

Fic-tober Masterlist

Summary: Dalton is uncomfortable seeing you covered in blood, which leads to a confession and what should be a private moment.

Warnings: angst and fluff (the special 3rd option of Trick or Treat Thursday apparently), description of injuries, fake blood, making out?, spoilers for Insidious: The Red Door (2023). 1.3k+ words.

A/N: Apologies for the delay (posted 10.14)! I decided not to continue last week's Trick or Treat Thursday this week, but let me know if you'd like a part 2 to any of these. I hope you enjoy! :)

The blood starts at a jagged cut along your hairline, dripping and streaking down your cheek before it’s smeared over your nose. Bruises form around the wound, and scratches under your eye shine under the sticky red blood. When the light hits just right, you can see evidence on your hands that you fought back, but it’s hard to tell if you put up enough of a fight.

“It looks amazing!” Chris says, clapping as she steps back.

“I look like I was mauled by a bear, Chris. But it does look real; you did a great job. My turn?” you ask, switching places as you reach for the makeup brushes.

The new container of fake blood and injury effects sits on Chris’s desk after your spontaneous trip to the Halloween store. When you went down the buy one get one makeup and special effects aisle, you and Chris couldn’t help yourselves. The packages were immediately opened after returning, and she decorated your face.

As you put the finishing touches on Chris’s bloody look, your phones ring in tandem. An SOS text from Dalton sets both of your hearts racing as you exit the dorm, the makeup forgotten and drying out on the desk.

When you reach Dalton’s dorm, you knock and hold your breath as you hear footsteps approaching the door. Dalton opens the door and freezes as his eyes meet yours.

“Dalton? Are you okay?” Chris asks.

Unable to speak, you raise your hand to Dalton’s bicep and step closer.

“Please tell me that’s fake blood,” he whispers, looking only at your eyes.

Chris laughs before saying bye and muttering something about how oblivious you and Dalton are. You wave numbly, focusing on Dalton and the unfamiliar look in his eyes. At first, you thought he was nervous, but now he looks scared, like just-closed-the-red-door-scared.

“The blood?” Dalton asks again, his voice cracking slightly.

“Yes, oh, sorry. Yes, the blood is fake,” you assure Dalton as you lead him into his dorm and close the door behind him. “I’m sorry if we startled you, we bought a bunch of makeup at the Halloween store and were messing around with it.”

Dalton’s eyes fall to your hand in his as he releases a big breath, his shoulders dropping. He rubs his thumb over the back of your hand.

“Can we- do you need to keep it on?” Dalton asks, his eyes still on your hands.

“No. I can go wash it off.”

You step toward the door, but Dalton pulls you back, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug.

“I’m sorry,” he says into your neck.

“Don’t apologize,” you say as you follow his silent directions to sit on his bed.

Dalton offers to help you wash it off and produces a pack of makeup wipes from his bottom dresser drawer. You raise your eyebrows at the sight and are about to joke about why he has them when you notice how his shoulders tense when he looks at your face again.

“Dalton, if it makes you uncomfortable I can go wash it off by myself,” you offer.

Dalton shakes his head and opens the pack, removing one before lifting your chin for easier access. He rubs your forehead gently before moving down your face. The more blood that comes off, the more relaxed Dalton looks. Stepping closer to get the stubborn cut mark off your hairline, Dalton places himself between your legs. You raise a hand and wrap your fingers around his wrist.

“Dalton, talk to me,” you say.

Dalton lets you guide his hand to your lap, held between you. He looks down and shakes his head.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologize.

“It’s not your fault. I- thank you for coming when I texted.”

“Of course. Anytime, Dalton, you know that.”

“I didn’t mean to text Chris,” he admits quietly, transferring the wipe to his free hand before tossing it on his desk to throw away later.

You nod, encouraging him to keep talking. His eyes finally raise to your face again, and he scans every inch of it, lingering on your lips, before looking into your eyes.

“I overreacted. But I opened the door and saw all that blood, and I just… I can’t lose you.”

“Dalton.”

Dalton shakes his head, his eyes growing glassy as he continues. “I have nightmares where you get hurt because of me or you leave, and it kills a part of me every time. Just thinking of you getting hurt breaks my heart. Those nightmares are the worst I’ve ever had.”

You rub your hand along Dalton’s arm as you pull him closer, chest to chest, as he stands before you. Your head is tilted to look at his face, your heart straining at the pain and fear in his eyes.

“Hey,” you say quietly, your hand on his cheek, turning his head toward you. “I’m not going anywhere, and I am fine.”

“It hurts. Seeing you hurt or watching you leave, even if it isn’t real, it hurts.”

“I know, baby, but I will always be right here. Call me, day or night, and I will be by your side in a heartbeat,” you promise, not even noticing your slip as you call him ‘baby.’

“Like tonight?” Dalton whispers, heart racing.

“Like tonight.”

Dalton nods and lays one of his hands over yours on his face, leaning down to close the distance.

“It hurts because…” Dalton trails off.

You brush your thumb over his cheekbone and smile as you ask, “Why does it hurt?”

“Because I love you.”

Your eyes widen, and your hand slackens under his, sliding off his face. Dalton stands up quickly, looking between your eyes.

“Say it again,” you whisper, reaching for his hands before he can step back. “Please.”

“I love you,” Dalton whispers, less confident than before.

“I love you, Dalton Lambert, so much,” you say as your smile grows.

Dalton grabs your waist and ducks his head to kiss you, humming against your lips as you push your fingers into his hair. Dalton moves you backward, joining you on the bed as he tugs your bottom lip.

“Really? The fake blood is what did it?”

You and Dalton break apart, turning your heads toward the door. Chris smiles at you from the open doorway, and you roll your eyes at her commentary. Dalton stands with a grunt directed toward Chris before pulling you to your feet and into his side, tucked under his arm.

“No, the fake blood is not what did it,” Dalton tells Chris, “me telling her I love her did it.”

“Whoa,” Chris exclaims, looking between you and Dalton, “that was a big jump from oblivious to the l-word.”

“At least you can get off my back about telling him now,” you tease.

As you turn to look up at Dalton, you notice an incomplete drawing on his desk.

“Dalton,” you say seriously, looking at him quickly.

He furrows his brow and looks where you did, sighing and closing his eyes.

“Is that what I think it is?”

“I think so,” he admits quietly.

“So, the nightmares…” you trail off, and Dalton nods his head.

“Want to fill me in?” Chris asks, closing the door.

“I think the door is opening again. Slowly, but we knew paint wouldn’t hold it forever.”

Dalton tenses in your arms, and you turn to hug him completely.

“We’re going to fix this, Dalton. Everything will be okay,” you promise.

“Yeah, we’ve done it once, we can do it again. You aren’t alone this time, Dolphin,” Chris adds supportively.

With your arms around him and the promise of future kisses (without Chris’s presence), Dalton believes you, nodding along with your reassurances. He doesn’t hear much, focusing on your lips as you talk.

“He’s not listening,” Chris says with a laugh. “I’m out. See ya later, lovebirds.”

“Bye, Chris,” you say. “Dalton, did you hear anything I said?”

“Remind me?” he asks, smiling. “Maybe a little closer to my face so I can hear?”

You shake your head, feigning exasperation, before wrapping your arms behind his neck and pressing your lips to his. Dalton believes this promise more than any words he’s ever heard.

[xsweetcatastrophe]

You Broke Me First

Part 20

robert fischer wouldn't cheat on me while I was in the hospital for over a week with pneumonia and that's all I'm gonna say about that.

also, this is filler. I'm halfway through writing the next part but I physically can't write anymore and I need sleep. i'm trying; bear with me.

Zoe had a mix of emotions as she drove home from work the following day.

She was nervous about seeing her family, but excited to see her niece. Facetimes every night was nice, but not enough. She was nervous about getting harassed by her mother; the usual questions about her career, love life and general happiness always came up after her mom had a couple margaritas. She was excited to see her sister, but nervous about how she would treat Cillian since she knew of the arrangement. She knew she was fiercely protective over her, and she didn't want him to feel uncomfortable. She was nervous for Cillian to meet them all. The fact they were on the other side of the country where they can't just hop in a car and leave early if they wanted to made her feel even worse. They'll be stuck there for at least 3 days with them. Of course, if it would get THAT bad they could book a flight home, but Zoe would be mortified. How embarrassing.

On the other hand; she was racing home because she knew Cillian was there.

He had texted her at about 1pm, letting her know that he just arrived at her apartment with his bags and Scout. He was going to drop Scout off at boarding later on that night since their flight was 6am the next day. Zoe had responded saying she had made room in the dresser for him and to use the 3 empty drawers on the right hand side for his clothes.

Zoe pulled into a spot she found on the street and hopped out of her car and speed-walked to her building, taking the stairs 2 at a time to make it to her floor. She stopped short in front of the door and tried to compose herself. She smoothed her hair down and tried to wipe the sweat off her forehead without wiping off too much of her makeup. She opened the door and was greeted by a dog jumping on her.

"SCOUT, OFF" Cillian yelled, pulling him by the collar to get him off of her.

"Cill, please, if I die from a dog jumping on me, i'll die happy," Zoe said, taking her bag off her shoulder and kneeling down to Scout's level, letting him lick her face and giving him scratches and pats in return.

"I know, I just don't want him to do that every time you walk in, it's your house," Cillian said, turning around and running his hand through his hair. "Ok, where was I ... fuck I forgot what I was even doing," He said, sighing defeatedly. Zoe stood up and picked up her bag.

"First of all, bold of you to call this very small apartment a house, but i'll take it, and two, what's stressing you? how can I help?"

Cillian turned around, sighed again, placed his hands on Zoe's hips and pulled her into him, resting his forehead against hers. "Nothing love, I'm sorry. Just a crazy fuckin' day. Between packing, saying goodbye to the house, running to the lawyers to sign paperwork, I'm just...tired" He said, placing a kiss on her lips. "thank you again for letting me crash here."

Zoe smiled. She knew when he said tired, he meant physically AND emotionally. He had a lot of changes happening at once, and losing his home wasn't making it any easier.

Zoe took a deep breath and placed her hands on his chest. "Well, good thing is you're not doing this alone. How can I help?"

Cillian smiled. "I'm good love. Just tired."

Zoe smiled sweetly. "Okay then, why don't you go take a shower and I'll order us some pizza?" Zoe stepped away and turned around to go grab the takeout menu. Cillian Grabbed her hand and twirled her back into him. "You think I'm taking a shower... without you?" Cillian mumbled into her neck, causing Zoe to giggle as they walked to the bathroom.

Hours later, Scout was dropped off for the weekend and Zoe and Cillian were on the couch watching tv.

"So Sophie's turning 3, and your sister is... 7 years older thank you?" Cillian asked. Zoe had given him a brief rundown of who he'd be meeting this weekend. "Yup, you got it" She responded, taking a bite of her pizza. "That's pretty much everybody"

Cillian smiled, took a sip of his beer, and cleared his throat.

"So what about your dad?" He asked.

Zoe froze. "What about him?"

Cillian could feel the sudden tension in the room. "..I don't know.. you don't speak much about him"

"I mean he's dead, there's not much to talk about" Zoe replied monotone.

"Jesus" Cillian said, looking at her.

"Sorry," Zoe said, looking at her hands i her lap. "Guess it's just hard. I always avoided talking about him because I didn't want to cry"

"..you're that scared of crying?" Cillian asked. "Fuck that."

Zoe rolled her eyes. "yea, whatever" she mumbled.

after an awkward silence, Cillian spoke up. "Why don't you tell me about him?"

"Like what?"

"I don't know. His name? What did he do? his favorite music... anything. Your favorite thing about him" He replied.

Zoe sighed. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes already.

"Well... His name was Tom. He was a firefighter. He was the best dad. He always just wanted to help people. I remember in elementary school we had a project we had to do with all our dads. My friend didn't have a dad, and wasn't going to do the project. My dad convinced her to do the project with him too, so she could participate. He was a big guy, but always showed up to every one of my sister's dance recitals with flowers and stayed for the entire show, clapping loud for every kid there. He coached my T-ball team, and called all the teammates his 'kids'. He was always so proud of all of us on the team, and made sure to let each and every one of us know. He treated himself to a beer after work, always, and rather cook dinner after a long day instead of my mom trying to burn something in the kitchen. He loved his vegetable garden, and my mom, sister and I used to laugh when we used to catch him in the backyard, arms crossed, admiring his garden on summer evenings. He loved football - not your kind, the american kind - and if he wasn't at the firehouse on Sunday's, he was in his recliner with a beer watching the game. He used to... he used to read the Reader's Digest with me ever week... it was our favorite thing to do. Cover to cover - our favorites were the jokes obviously. I'm convinced I was advanced in reading and writing because of him. He loved a whisky sour, and sometimes when I was a teenager and I would come home late, I would catch him in the kitchen having one while he was waiting for me to come home. You know how they say some kids gravitate towards one parent, or is more like one parent than the other? I believe that's true. Jen is very much my mom. Has the same mannerisms as her, they talk multiple times a day, she is very much her daughter. My dad and I were closer than they ever could be. I was very much HIS daughter... and I think that's my favorite part about him.. was that he's my dad. I know being his daughter is my favorite part about me.. it's the one I'm most proud of, at least," Zoe said, feeling a tear start to roll down her cheek. Before she could wipe it away, Cillian beat her to it. He squeezed her hand after his hand left her cheek.

"He... I guess at work he inhaled too much smoke.. he got lung cancer. He was diagnosed and gone within a year. My mom's response to helping us cope with it was take us on a vacation. Pretend it never happened. She bought us laptops, scooters, bikes.... we didn't want any of that. We just... I don't know," Zoe said, sighing deeply and looking down, letting the tears fall freely now. Cillian pulled her into him and placed a kiss on the top of her head.

"Whisky sours and a veggie garden... my kinda man" Cillian said, getting a laugh out of Zoe.

"Oh, he took his garden very seriously. One time, the dog we had at the time chewed a hole in the chicken wire he had around his garden and ate all the tomatoes. I woke up one morning to my dad chasing the dog around the backyard, but it had just rained, so he slipped and fell on the wet grass, we were all hysterical" Zoe said, laughing at the memory.

Cillian smiled at her. "See? you're laughing. Sometimes it's better to talk about him. It's okay to cry too, but even though I see tears coming down your pretty face, you're smiling."

Zoe didn't want to admit it, but he was right. It was like a weight was slowly being lifted off her shoulders. It did feel good to talk about him, crying or not.

"yeah, yeah, okay. I guess you're right," She said, giving him a kiss on his lips. "Thanks for the tip Murphy"

"Anytime, Parker" He replied, giving her another kiss.

Zoe started laughing. Cillian pulled away, confused. "What?"

"Nothing.. it's just.. remember when you slept with me, signed a contract to date me for 3 months, and didn't even know my last name yet?" Zoe said, bursting out laughing. "Glad you finally learned it"

Cillian rolled his eyes and choked back a laugh. "Keep it up missy and i'll give you another.. tip of mine," he said, pulling her on top of him.

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[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

A Pirate's Life for Me FINAL Chapter 4

Summary:  Captain Bucky Barnes and his crew on the Armored Star are the most fearsome pirates in the known world.  They’ve given the British fleet a run for their money as they try to free the enslaved and take from the rich, but they could have never guessed how the British empire would retaliate against them.  When a new pirate ship appears and lays waste to all in its path, will Bucky and his crew be ready for the wrath of a woman scorned?

Warnings:  piracy, pillaging, sexual assault, death/murder, blood/gore, violence, smut

*manbo:  voodoo priestess

Previous chapter

Bucky had enough of the pirate life.  After everything he, his crew, and their families had gone through, they all knew it was time to move on.  They stayed together as they sailed back to land, then Bucky divvied up their spoils and the money he got for selling the Armored Star.  He, Y/N, Steve, Peggy, Sam, and his wife Leila, all stuck together as they headed down the coast until they came across Campeche City.  They were able to buy a small home near the heart of the city with enough rooms for them all to stay in.  Bucky, Steve and Sam began fishing and doing ship maintenance to make ends meet, never being able to stay too far from the sea, while Y/N, Peggy and Leila took up jobs in the city.  It was a slower, quieter life.

Bucky had been patiently waiting, not pushing Y/N for anything as they started their new life together.  She opened up to him more, talking to him more frequently and freely, and let him touch her.  The first time she had initiated any physical contact with him nearly made him cry.  They kissed, cuddled in bed at night, and held hands often.  Anything further seemed far off, still, and as much as it saddened him, he was willing to wait for her as long as it took for her to trust him with herself fully again.

He came home one day, washed, and when he walked back into the bedroom with just a linen cloth covering his nether regions, found Y/N changing after she had just gotten home from work.  She peeled off her top layers, fanning herself with her hand as she stepped out of the dress and turned to look at him in her undergarments.  She eyed his nearly naked form.  “Hey Captain,” she smirked at him.  “How was the sea today?”

Bucky couldn’t help but stare at her.  It had been so long since he’d made love to her that he couldn’t stop the arousal even if he tried.  He kept his hand over his cock as he walked toward the dresser.  “It was calm,” he answered quickly, clearing his throat.  “Good, it was good.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes at him, then looked down and her smirk returned and deepened.  “Are you alright, love?”

“Yes,” Bucky said, holding the cloth tightly while opening the drawers and pulling out a change of clothes.  

He suddenly felt her hand on his arm and he looked to see her staring up at him with a coy smile.  She slowly slid her hand down his arm to his hand holding the cloth, then pried his fingers open so he dropped it.  His cock stood erect by his hand, and she felt down to his fingertips, then reached forward and skimmed his cock with her fingertips lightly.  Bucky’s stomach flinched at the contact and he sucked in a small gasp as he watched her hand intently.  Her hand wrapped around his cock, and she slowly stroked it as she leaned her face forward and kissed his upper arm.  “Have you missed this, love?”

Bucky bit his lip as he tried not to make any noise, afraid that if he indulged in her touch too much maybe it would scare her off and she would stop.  He nodded, trying to even his breathing.  Y/N continued to stroke him as her other hand pulled him to face her, then reached up and cupped his face, scratching at his beard softly then running through his long hair.  The scratch on his scalp made his eyes flutter close.  “Treasure…”

“You’ve been so good with me,” Y/N said.  “So patient, understanding, kind, loving,” she leaned forward while pulling his head lower, kissing the side of his mouth.  “I’ve missed you, too,” she whispered, her breath fanning his face.  “I was just…”

“I know,” Bucky said, nuzzling her nose.  “If you’re not ready, I can wait, my love.  I can wait–”

Y/N surged forward and kissed him deeply.  Bucky whimpered as her hand never stopped stroking him, his hands moving to hold her by the back of her neck to keep her close to him.  She pushed him back toward the bed, and once his knees hit the edge she made him sit, letting go of his cock so she could start pulling off her undergarments.  He helped her get the rest of her clothes off until she stood bare before him.  She climbed into his lap and kissed him again, her hips gyrating on his groin, making his cock slip through her slit in between her legs.

Y/N sighed through her nose as his hands traveled down her back until he could knead the cheeks of her ass.  Her fingers ran through his hair and tugged at the strands, pulling a moan from him.  She broke the kiss and started kissing, licking and sucking along his neck.  “Be gentle with me, Captain,” she whispered into his ear.

Bucky shivered at the feeling of her lips against his ear, a low hum vibrating in his chest at the nickname she only ever used in moments like this.  “Yes…Captain,” he replied, smirking at her.  Y/N rolled her eyes but huffed a laugh through her nose as she continued kissing him.  “How do you want it, treasure?” he asked, wanting to make sure everything was done in a way she was comfortable with.  

She slipped off his lap and laid down on the bed behind him.  Bucky smiled and moved to kneel between her legs, taking over her kisses as his lips traveled from her stomach up to her neck, giving special attention to her breasts.  “Slow,” Y/N answered, her fingers running through his hair again.  “Gentle.  And close.”

Bucky nodded and kissed her lips deeply.  His fingers skimmed down her side and over her hip, following the dip and fold in her skin to her pussy, gently caressing her lower lips, where he found her already slick, and used it to rub at her clit slowly.  Her hips trembled as he worked her up, his thumb replacing his fingers so that they could move lower and dip inside her.  Y/N’s hands gripped onto his biceps tightly as her pussy enveloped his fingers, a low hiss passing through her teeth.

“Relax, lovey,” he murmured, his lips never leaving her skin for long.  “I’ve got you.  I’ll take care of you.  My sweet, pretty treasure.”  Y/N let out a long sigh, trying to let her body relax.  Her hips involuntarily began to roll into his hand, her furrowed brow releasing the tension and her firm grip of her fingers letting go on his arms.  “That’s it,” Bucky whispered, nipping at her jaw.  

He wanted to taste her, but was too impatient.  She was dripping around his fingers, and as his thumb flicked her clit just right to tip her over into her first orgasm, he let her ride it out on his hand then pulled them out and brought them to his mouth, sucking off her sweetness.  His eyes rolled back in his head at the taste he missed so badly, then he spread her legs wider and shuffled himself close.  “Bucky…I need you,” Y/N moaned as she watched him enjoy her taste on his tongue.

“I’m all yours, treasure,” Bucky replied, taking his cock in hand and smacking her pussy lightly with it, making her flinch and moan.  “It’s all yours.”  Bucky slid the tip of his cock through her slit, gathering her wetness and rubbing her clit again, before aiming himself and pushing forward steadily.  Y/N sighed as she started to fill her, her hands up by her head and clutching the pillows above her.  He tried not to instantly cum as her pussy welcomed him so warmly, the tightness fighting against the stretch he was giving her.  “Fuck…fuck fuck fuck,” Bucky breathed as he finally hit balls deep.  “Gods, you feel…treasure…” he was nearly overcome by emotion as the significance of the moment came crashing down in his mind.  He bit back a cry, closing his eyes tight at the oncoming tears.  Bucky thought he’d never have this again, never even see her again, and yet here she was, pliant, warm, and real. 

Y/N’s hand caressed the side of his face, making him open his eyes and look down at her.  She was crying, too, a soft, knowing smile lighting up her face.  Bucky inhaled shakily as he draped his body over hers, kissing her again.  There were no more words spoken between them as he began thrusting into her unhurriedly.  He gave it to her slowly, gently, and impossibly close, just how she wanted, and how he desperately needed.  He was practically hugging her the entire time, his hands feeling her everywhere, errant tears soaking into her hair and wetting the skin on her shoulder, his kisses never ending.  

He could feel her pussy flutter around him and his hips stuttered, a hard shiver rippling down his spine.  “Please treasure,” Bucky whispered, his breaths huffing against her cheek.  “Fuck, please can I cum inside you?”  Y/N nodded, her mouth stuck open in a silent moan.  “I’m afraid I’m going to wake up,” he confessed as his hips thrust faster and harder into her.  

“I’m here, my love,” Y/N said quietly, her hands moving to cup his cheeks and hold his face so that his forehead rested against her own.  He stared into her eyes, trying not to blink.  “I’m here.  I’m real.  There’s only this,” she moaned as he rolled his hips a little more, hitting that deep spot inside her.  “There’s only us.”

“Till worlds end,” Bucky promised.

“Till worlds end,” Y/N promised, her breaths getting faster.  She kept staring at him, her face twisting in pleasure until she finally came undone.  Her pussy clenched around him so hard Bucky rasped out a guttural moan before spilling all he had into her, holding her tight and kissing her like she would disappear at any moment like in his nightmares all those months ago.  She moaned against his mouth, her hands still holding his face and her fingers scratching into his scalp as she shuddered from the aftershocks of her orgasm.  

Their panted breaths fanned each other’s faces as neither of them dared to move or disrupt their moment.  Bucky slowly pulled away to look at Y/N.  She was breathing heavily, her hair surrounding her head like rays of a sun, looking utterly debauched and satiated, but most importantly, she was still here.  It wasn’t a dream turned nightmare when he woke up.  She smiled sweetly at him, her tired eyes blinking heavily.  “Till worlds end, Captain,” she said.

Bucky chuckled.  “Till worlds end, treasure.”

THE END

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[slowlyhardgoatee]

‘What are you doing in here, son?’

‘Actually I wanted to talk to you’, I say to my stepdad. I’m nervous as hell. ‘You got a minute?’

‘Sure, what’s up?’ 

I stammer, not sure where to start. See, I’ve had a crush on my stepdad for months, and I think he knows. 

‘I really, um… I really want to, um…’

‘You really want to what, son?’ He walks closer. ‘Hmmm? What do you want?’ 

I can smell the sweat on him after an afternoon working in the back yard. I look at him and imagine making out with him, his rough stubble scratching my face and his tongue in my mouth. I get hard immediately.  

‘Hehe’, he half laughs. He’s looking down at my tented shorts. ‘You want my cock, son?’

‘Yes please’, I reply. 

‘Then I think you’d better get on your knees, boy.’

I do so instantly, practically salivating while my cock strains against my underwear. 

‘Thank you’, I say as he unzips his pants. 

‘Thank you what, son?’ 

I look up at him. ‘Thank you, Daddy.’

‘Good boy. That’s what you’re calling me from now on, son. Especially when I fuck you. I wanna hear a nice loud ‘Thank you Daddy’ every time I thrust up your cunt. Clear?’

‘Yes Daddy.’

‘Good lad. Get Daddy’s meat in your mouth.’

As I suck him, he tells me he’s been jacking off into my underwear every time I’m not in the house for the last 6 months. ‘I knew you were after me, boy, but I was waiting for you to make the first move. Now, you’re 19 in a couple of weeks, right?’ 

‘Mm-hmm’ I manage as I hungrily lick his cock head. 

‘Good. And your mother’s back from her business trip tomorrow night. Hmm.’

I feel his hands grab my hair and he thrusts deeper into my mouth. ‘Hands up on my nipples, son,’ he says. ‘Give ‘em a good fucking tug.’ 

He grunts as he thrusts in deeper still. ‘Take it all the way down, son. I wanna hear you gagging on your daddy’s dick. I’m only gonna fuck your mouth today, boy. I’m gonna save taking your virginity for tomorrow night. Your mother’s gonna come back from her business trip, and the first thing she’s gonna see is me raping a load up your cunt while you scream the place down begging for it raw.’ 

I take his cock out of my mouth and say ‘That sounds so fucking hot, Daddy. That’s exactly what I want - for her to walk in on us fucking.’ 

‘I didn’t say stop sucking me, boy. I’m close, and you’re gonna swallow it all. Every drop. Then I want you begging me to jerk off another load all over your face.’ 

I open wide and he rams his big cock down my throat to the root. ‘Fuck yeah, son. Good boy, let Daddy fuck that throat.’ 

I can sense him getting closer, and I tug his nipples good and hard for him. ‘Good boy,’ he murmurs. ‘I think the sleeping arrangements in this house are gonna change, son, effective immediately. My house, my rules. For starters, I’ll be moving you into my bedroom. I could give a fuck where your mum sleeps, but you’re gonna be getting dicked down in my bed. Every night. I’m gonna have you on your back with your knees next to your ears and your wrists tied to your fucking ankles, boy, begging for my meat.’

I start to gag as he gets even closer, and he thrusts harder. ‘Tug on them fucking nipples, pig’, he orders, and when I do he grunts, and then shoots his cream all over my tonsils while calling me a whore. I gratefully swallow as he thrusts again, and then lick his cock clean. 

‘Good lad,’ he says. ‘I guess you’ll want to come as well, will you?’ 

‘Yes please Daddy,’ I say. I haven’t even touched my own cock, in fact I’m still fully clothed. 

‘Strip,’ he says, and I stand up and do so. I’m hard and leaking. He smirks. ‘On all fours, boy. I’m gonna tan your fucking hide for you while you wank.’ 

‘Thank you Daddy,’ I say. 

‘Get that back arched, son.’ I do it. ‘Good pig. I’m gonna belt your arse, boy. Feel free to scream ‘Thank you Daddy’ every time my belt connects with your arse.’ 

‘Yes Daddy,’ I say. 

He walks over to the dresser and gets a big leather belt from the drawer. ‘This is my spanking belt, son. You’re gonna get really used to begging for a spanking. You’ll be doing it every day. You ready, pig?’ 

I nod. 

The first lash stings and I grunt. 

‘What do you say, boy?’

‘Th-thank you Daddy,’ I respond. 

He lashes again. ‘Thank you Daddy,’ I say, more confident now. 

Again. ‘Louder, pig,’ he says. 

Again. And again. And again. 

‘THANK YOU, DADDY’ I scream, and I spunk all over the hardwood floor.

‘Lick that up, pig,’ he orders. ‘Then you’re gonna suck your Daddy’s dick again, and I’m gonna pull out and spunk all over your face. Sound good, boy?’ 

‘Yes Daddy’, I reply, and bend down to lick my own spunk up.

‘Good lad. I’ll tell you what, son, I can’t fucking wait for your mum to get home. Now, open wide and suck me, slut. Nice and slow this time. Take your fucking time over it. Good boy. Oh - and I’m gonna jerk off into your undies every morning from now on, and you’re gonna wear ‘em as soon as I have. I want you walking around with my cum stains in your fucking undies, boy.’ 

‘Thank you, Daddy.’

‘Good boy. Now hold still. Daddy’s gonna nut all over your face.’ 

[funnyexel]

bruce likes to be called daddy

a/n: definitely took this out the vault and no I did not proofread and I will not be circling back to this. Ever.

Scanning your visitor id as you enter the compound building, you hit the sixth floor in the elevator and stand in the corner. Watching as each number increases to your desired floor. Exiting the elevator, you walk down the hall, yawning as the double doors to his lab open automatically. 

“Hello dear…what… are you doing here?” His eyes widen in the slightest, clicking through digital files.

“To pick you up, why else? I guess it is a bit early.” You set your purse down on a stool by the door.

“Oh, yeah you’re…very early,” he sets down his glasses looking at the time for a moment as he opens a file and flips through the papers he realizes what you just said, “I’ll have to stay longer, I still have a lot of work to do…a project to finish up and such.” 

“How much longer?” You ask him in an accidental harsh tone.

“Uh…an hour..,” he flinches, glancing at you and you watch him with your hands on your hips, ”a few more hours..” Nodding slowly, you move around the island he had in the middle of the office, standing next to him. “Are you alright?” He asks scratching the back of his head.

“You’re asking me if I’m alright?” You stare at him, tapping your finger on the table. “I am a-o-fucking-kay, babe.” You smile to him and he isn’t sure whether he should laugh or ask again. 

“But since you need more time I’ll be home.” 

“I…you do that. Just a few more hours…I think.” He returns your smile and rubs his temple nervous under your gaze.

“Okay, don’t stay too late. Call me.” You run your fingers through the front of his hair to fix the strands out of place, giving him a small smile.

“Alright darling, I’ll call when I’m coming.” He hesitates as he kisses you on the cheek, a hand on your hip as he gives you a gentle squeeze. 

Smiling softly at him, you walk over to the door, grab your purse and wave to him, leaving abruptly. Taking a breath, you head home, kicking off your shoes and practically rushing into the shower. Its warmth and easygoing nature calming you. It washes off your stress and attitude accumulated from your entire day at work. Walking out the bathroom in a towel and shower-cap, you go to the dresser and quickly shut a draw.

“shit, wrong drawer,” you chuckle to yourself as you open your underwear drawer, the right one. 

Even though your relationship is understanding about that kind of stuff, you still get a jump scare every time you mistakenly open your sex drawer. Two panties in your hands and you wonder which one you’re going to put on, in one hand: granny panties and in the other: lace, form fitting to your figure and ass. Shrugging, you decide and open another drawer in search for pajamas. Digging to the bottom of the drawer, you pull out black two piece, satin shorts matched with a cami top. Lace lined, boob push-up pads installed in the top. 

The outfit hugged your hips, pushing up your boobs to sit pretty, displaying your collar bones to the world and a bit of your ass peeking out from the bottom of your shorts. You lotion your skin, take off the shower cap and adjust your slightly damp bonnet. Sighing as you look in the mirror, you put on your house slippers and head to the kitchen. Grabbing leftovers from the fridge, you turn on your seasonal reality tv show and sit, placing a pillow on your lap to shield your legs from the steaming plate of food. 

Finally unwinding on the couch, a few hours go by, unbeknownst to you, and he comes home. Walking to the couch with exhaustion all over his features. 

“hey…uhm…honey.” He clears his throat, your presence noticeably taking him aback.

“hi baby, why didn’t you call I would’ve picked you up.” You pout, looking up to him as he shuffles into the living room. Resting his work bag on the kitchen counter, taking his time to get to you.

“Oh, I…figured it’s late and,” he swallows loudly, “you’d be asleep…by now.” A flush on his cheeks as he sits down next to you on the couch.

“Aw, okay.” You scoot closer to him, gazing in his eyes as your hands move to undo his top button to his shirt. “you tired baby?” You ask, your voice low as you rub his shoulders.

“…yes, very tired.” He watches as you lean closer, eyes darting from your body to your face as if he couldn’t fathom your advances.

“You..should probably…not do, that.” He pauses, his breathing getting heavier as he becomes more and more flustered. Using every ounce of will in his body to keep his eyes on your face. Anything on your face, your eyes, your eyelashes, your cheeks, the ombre of colors on your lips or even your shiny skin, moisturized and beautifully brown.

“do what?” You ask seemingly innocently, a glint in your eye suggesting more, “all I’m trying to do is help.” You falsely pout, watching this man slowly spiral. Looking down at his unbuttoned shirt then back up at you, he swallows hard.

“um…you know what i’m talking about…” His tired eyes is replaced with a disheveled and desperate look. “Come on, you know how…weak-willed I get-”

Chuckling at him, you kiss him on the check, your lip-balm transferring to his skin.

“yes, I know all about that,” you shift your body to straddle his lap; easily unbuttoning his shirt. Eyes wondering to his lap, he looks up at your chest, face hot as you settle onto his upper thighs. 

“Okay..uh..just be quick.” He exhales deeply, his arms at his sides but finger tips dusting over the sides of your lower thighs.

“be quick? you don’t want me to take my time?” 

“Y-you..well,” he tries to chuckle off his nervousness but he can’t help how good you look, “you..can..” 

Smiling at him, you lean closer to him, your mouth by his ear. 

“does my body make you nervous, hm?” Smoothing your hands down his toned arms, you grab the back of his palms and put them on the curves of your hips. As he nods to you, you hit the back of his hands playfully to give him some courage to touch you freely.

“it does…you’re very…” He squeezed your hips tightly, holding eye contact with you as you squeal.

“go on, tell me daddy.” 

“you’re very…very beautiful,” tilting your head to the side you give a sleazy smile, your hips grinding against his, “m’ wife is stunning,” he utters, eyes lidding and lust accumulating with every stunt you pull.

“thank you.” Your smile never leaves as you move his hands down to your butt and dig your fingers into his skin, just enough to amp him up. “I know you like my ass more than anything.” You tease.

“can’t keep your eyes up here?” He clears his throat, not answering your question as he leans into you. 

Gripping your ass and pulling you forward, your body crashes into his and your lips connect in slow manner. Soft and slow, cute and calm, he wants to see how you react to this, to make sure you’re comfortable. Stopping the kiss with a soft gasp, you look at him, eyes closed, breathing deeply and sexy as fuck. Rubbing your hands against his stumble, you look down to his lips and shove your tongue past his lips. Feverishly deepening the kiss, your free hand gripping his belt and tugging on the leather. His self control deteriorated as he deepen the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours in blindsided lust and soon-to-be pleasure. Your body being set ablaze as the desire to swallow his breath consumed you.

a/n : I am slowly running out of ideas. I hate the word daddy but somehow it fits when I think of bruce. its girl math ig.

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Can I Join? - Jacob Bae

W/C: 3.6K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “Excuse me for being too forward but your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like.” + “Can I join?”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, nudism, masturbating, sex toys, light humour, dirty talk, squirting, cum tasting, mirror sex, fingering, clit stimulation, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

“Jacob… will you be home soon?” You ask as you make your way into the bedroom. All day, ever since you had woken up, you had this burning itch inside you that could only be scratched by the man you loved, but he had left before you had even woken, giving you a quick kiss on your forehead before quietly leaving, and now, now you were desperate for his touch. Your skin felt like it was on fire, and throughout the entire day you could feel how soaked you were as you moved.

“I’ll be home soon, we’re just wrapping up a few things, and then I’ll be there,” He says through the phone. You move towards the bed and pause once you saw your reflection in the mirror. Your hair looked slightly dishevelled, and you could just see how dark your eyes were from need and lust. “It won’t be long now, I promise,” You sit down on the edge of the bed and look at yourself. “Bye, I love you!”

“Bye, I love you too,” You say before the phone call ended. You let out a huff and toss your phone aside on the bed before you stood up. “I can’t wait however long you’re still going to be, Bae Jacob,” You grip your shirt and toss it wards the bathroom door where the laundry basket was before removing your bra and also tossing it towards the basket. “I’m too damn needy right now,” You push your fingers into your waistband and pull your pants down along with your underwear, letting your eyes roam over yourself for a brief moment before you pick up your pants and underwear and tossed it towards the laundry as well.

“I can fucking hear how wet it is,” You mutter before moving towards one of the closets and pulling it open. You grab a towel before moving back towards the mirror and spreading the towel out onto the floor before sitting down on top of it, while leaning your back against the bed. “Fucking, fuck… Why couldn’t it be an early day for him…” You slide your hand over your breast before cupping it and squeezing it. “Gosh…” It almost felt like a relief when you touched yourself, but you needed and wanted more. “I should get the toys, fuck…” You let out a frustrated sigh before getting up from the ground and making your way towards your dresser and pull open of the drawers open. You pick up the first one your eyes land before quickly moving back towards the towel and sitting down.

You place the toy in between your legs on the towel as you spread them open to get a better look at yourself, you could hear the sucking sound of your wetness as your folds are pulling apart to reveal your soaking pussy. You knew you were wet, but you didn’t think you were this wet. You cup your breast again and slowly massage your fingers into it before moving to pinch your nipple between your fingers and slowly roll the bud between them.

“Ohh, fuck… Fuck,” You moan and tilt your head against the bed and shut your eyes. Your other hand reaches for the vibrator on the towel and lifts it before switching it on, the low humming sound quickly fills the room, and you swear you could already feel it in your core. You move the toy to your nipple and press it against the bud. “Ohh, my fucking… hmm,” The vibrations were sending a shockwave of pleasure down to your pussy, and you just knew it wouldn’t take you long before the toy would be between your legs. “Fucking, gosh… Jacob…” His name easily falls from your lips as you try to imagine him in front of you and that it was him touching you instead.

“Oh, hmm, Jacob…” You mutter as you circle the toy around your nipple. You slide the toy down your stomach and move it over your mound, causing your pussy to twitch as the vibrations got closer to it. You slide the toy along your folds and feel the vibrations reaching your clit, causing your breathing to pick up instantly and a layer of sweat to begin building on your already hot skin. “Fuck… Jacob…” You press your head harder against the bed as you tease yourself with the toy, completely unaware of your boyfriend entering your house and making his way down the hallway. “So… good…”

Jacob steps into the room and pauses for a moment as he finds you with your legs spread wide open in front of the mirror and the sound of your vibrator bouncing off the walls accompanied by you moaning his name. He takes large strides towards you before leaning over and pressing his lips hard against yours, your movements pause as his scent suddenly invades your nose and his warmth reaches your face. His hand presses into the mattress as he kisses you harder and pushes his tongue against your lips before pulling away. You open your eyes immediately to look at him, and he could see just how dark your eyes were, which caused his cock to twitch in his pants and begin to harden.

“Excuse me for being forward, but your lips make me wonder what the rest of you taste like,” He says and gives you almost a sweet smile. You chuckle at his words and watch as his eyes move over your body before they pause at the toy against your pussy, so close to touching your clit. “Can I join?”

“You already know what the rest of me tastes like, Jacob…” You mumble and pull the toy away from your pussy. “Hmm… fuck, please, please, I need you to do it, I’m so needy for you today,” He takes the toy from your grasp and moves it between your folds, your body instantly tenses up at the vibrations that go through your body and straight to the knot of pleasure building inside you.

“Is this why you asked when I would be home?” He asks as he slides the toy up and down your pussy, making sure to avoid your clit. “Why didn’t you just say so, I would have rushed home to come and take care of you,” You could hear the sucking sound of your juices as he drags the toy through it. “But that’s all right, I’m here now,” He watches as you open and close your hands and your breathing becomes deeper. “So desperate for me, that’s so cute, baby.”

“Jacob…” You moan as your eyes shut. He slides the toy over your clit and lifts it away, so it was barely touching the bundle of nerves. “Ohh, my fucking, fuck, Jacob!” The light buzzing feeling was driving you insane, you could feel your walls clenching around nothing as more of your arousal spilt from you. “Fuck, Jacob…” He lightly circles your clit with the vibrator, causing a hot, tingling sensation to travel up your legs and straight to your pussy. “Ja-Jacob…” He moves his other hand away from the bed, and you feel his fingers slide between your folds before pulling them further open.

“Your little whines and whimpers, fuck, it’s making me so hard, baby,” He coos. He slides the toy to one side of your clit and watches as your back arches. “Hmm, it’s the other side that’s your most sensitive, right?” Before you could even say anything, you feel him slide the toy over your clit to the other side of it. Your fingers grab onto the towel and twist and pulls at it, you feel your muscles tensing up, and you swear you were seconds away from coming undone.

“Jaaacccooobbbb,” You whine. You could feel sweat sliding down your back and down your legs from where you had your knees bent. “Fuuuuck, fuck, oh, my fucking…” He pulls the toy back for a few seconds before it was right back against your clit, vibrating against your sensitive spot. You couldn’t find the words to describe the feeling that was going through it, it was a hot yet a cold tingling feeling that was going up your legs and spine before going down again. You curl your toes, and he watches as your legs begin shaking, letting him know you were seconds away from your orgasm. “JACOB!” The tension inside you bursts and stars explode behind your eyes as you come undone. Your mind spins and your body feels like it’s floating through the air, you turn your head from side to side against the bed.

“JACOB, JACOB, FUCK!” You cry out in pleasure. You could feel him circling your clit with the toy and easing you through your high. “OH, MY FUCK!” You press your heels harder into the ground and your hips slightly lift off the ground.

“Oh, fuck, that’s so hot, baby,” He mutters. You closely begin to come down from your high when he pulls the toy away, and you hear it shut off, the room suddenly becomes less loud, and you could only hear the sound of your breathing and your heartbeat drumming loudly in your ears. “Fuck, I love when you do that,” You open your eyes and lift your head and saw the towel completely coated with your juices. “Fuck, I really love it,” You turn your head to look at him with your eyes wide, and you could see the lust swirling in his eyes. “Let’s taste it,” He puts the vibrator down on the towel before moving his hand to cup your pussy. “Just listen to how wet you are,” You could hear the squelching sound of your wetness moving as he pressed his hand down against it.

“Jacob, fuck…” You mumble. “I didn’t…” His fingers slide around your pussy, gathering your juices onto his fingers. “I didn’t think I would…” He slides his fingers towards your slit and slowly pushes two digits inside you. “Ohh, fuck, fuck, I, Jacob…” He watches as his fingers disappear into your sopping hole before reappearing completely coated with your arousal.

“Fuck… It looks like it can taste good, baby,” He mutters and lifts his gaze to look at your face. He could see it contorting into pleasure as you feel his fingers wiggle inside you. “I’m gonna taste it very soon,” You feel his fingers curl inside you and lift your hips slightly.

“Jacob, so good, it feels so good,” You mumble, and feel a third digit sliding into you and stretching your walls. “Jaaccobbb,” He twists and turns his fingers inside you before slowly pumping them in and out of you. “Fuck… Oh, my fuck…” You could feel a tension slowly building inside you when his fingers pull away from you, and you watch as he lifts his hand to his mouth. “Ja-Jacob…” You watch him push his fingers between his lips and slowly lick them clean before pulling them from his mouth.

“Fuck, I was right, it’s fucking delicious,” He says before standing from the kneeled position next to you. You watch as he pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it towards the laundry basket, next were his jeans. You watch as he unzips and unbuttons them before pulling them down along with his underwear, his cock rubs against his lower stomach as he bends over to pick up his clothes. “Fuck, I’m so hard for you, baby,” You watch as he tosses his clothes towards the basket before turning towards you. The head of his cock looked red and glistened from the pre-cum that leaked from his slit.

“Fuck, Jacob… I,” You mutter before picking up our vibrator. “Can I…?” You lick your lips as you move to sit on your knees on the towel. “Fuck, Can I play with you first?” He steps closer to you, only stopping once his cock was inches away from your face.

“I want to cum inside you, baby,” He says. You nod your head and turn the toy on, you move it towards his cock and place it at the base of his length and slowly slide it along. “Ohh, fuck… fuck, shit, that feels so fucking good,” He tilts his head back as he lets out another groan of pleasure. You slide it along the prominent vein of his cock all the way to the tip and circle it around his slit. “Fuck, fuck, Baby, Y/n… fuck,” He could feel his mind starting to spin from the vibrations going through him. “Fuck…” You could see his stomach muscles tensing as you slide the toy back down his cock. “Fuck, fuck, I need to be inside you, now,” He lifts his head and looks down at you. You shut the toy off and drop it onto the towel while he moves to sit on the bed, right where your head was only minutes ago when you went through your high. “Face the mirror when you sit down.”

“Fuck…” You mutter. You slowly stand from the ground and turn your back towards him, his hands touch your hips, and he carefully guides you to sit on his lap, you feel his cock slide through your folds and rest against your pussy as you get comfortable on his lap, your legs were on either side of his, keeping you spread open for him. You look up and catch sight of his cock resting between your folds and against your pussy, and it makes you clench and feel your insides drop to the knot building inside you. “Oh, my fucking, fuck, Jacob…” He places his chin on your shoulder and looks at the view.

“Hmm, fuck, Y/n…” He groans. His hand slides from your hip to your pussy, and you watch him press down against your pussy, pressing his cock against your pussy and causing a squelching sound. “Hmm, fuck… So warm,” He slides his hand up and down, causing not just friction to your pussy, but stimulation to his cock. “Lift a little for me,” You lift your hips, and you feel his cock slide through your folds before he wraps his hand around his cock and guides it to your entrance. You feel the head slip into you and your jaw immediately drops, and you loudly breathe through your mouth. “Ohh, uhh, hmm, fuck.”

“Oh, fuck!” You moan as you feel him slowly filling and stretching your walls. “Fuck, Jacob, uhhmm, hmm, fuck,” You tilt your head against his shoulder. “Oh, my fuck,” He releases his cock and moves his hand to your inner thigh to cup it, while you reach back with one hand and grip his hair, and pull at it as you lower yourself onto his cock completely.

“Hmm, you feel so good, you’re squeezing me already,” He groans into your ear. The sound of his voice right in your ear causes goosebumps to form on your skin. “FUCK…” His hot breath against your ear makes your mind spin. “Look how well you’re taking me,” You could see your walls stretching around his cock and your juices already dripping from around his cock. “Shit… what a sight, baby.”

“Jacob…” You whimper and watch as he squeezes your thigh before you feel him move his hips. “Shit, oh, my fucking…” You could feel your clit gaining a heartbeat. “Jacob, oh, my gosh…” His hand on your inner thigh slowly slides upwards before he was gripping onto your hips.

“Ready?” He asks. You feel his lips brush against the shell of your ear, and you feel his fingers digging into your skin as he held you firmly. He could see your eyes looking at where his cock was resting inside you before slowly lifting you, you watch as his girth appears coated with your juices, and you can’t help but let out a whimper.

“Yes,” You whimper and feel your walls involuntarily clench around his cock. “Fuck, Oh, oh, my fuck…” He lifts you until his cock was halfway out of you before slowly lowering you down onto him again. “OH, oh, Jacob…” Your fingers tug at his hair, and you grip onto his forearm with your other hand. “Fuck…” You push yourself upwards and feel his cock sliding out before you lower yourself again. “Fuck…”

“Fuck, you’re doing so good, you look so hot,” He mutters. The sucking sound of your wetness quickly fills the air as you begin to bounce on his cock in front of the mirror, focusing more on his cock that disappeared and reappeared from your pussy. You could see your juices splashing against your inner thighs and onto his thighs, as your pace picks up. “Fuck,  uhhh, so good, fuck,” You could feel sweat building between your bodies as your skin begins sliding easier against his.

“Jacob, oh, my fucking… oh, shit,” You moan and close your eyes as the sight becomes too much. “Jacob, Jacob,” The sound of skin slapping against skin bounces off the walls and mixes in with the sound of your wetness and your moans along with his groans. “JACOB!” You could feel your skin being set alight as your insides seem to do a flip and knot together. “Jacob, oh, my fucking…” You could feel his cock brushing close to your sweet spot, causing stars to begin forming behind your lids. “FUCK!”

“Fuck, you feel so good… fuck,” He groans. “I should have come home sooner than I could have felt this sooner,” His mind was spinning as he could feel his balls starting to tighten in pleasure. “Fuck… We could have been cuddling by now, or even showering together if I was here earlier,” You could barely hear what he was saying as your mind was starting to ascend into the clouds. “Fuck…”

“Jacob… I love you, but I can’t focus on what you’re saying right now,” You manage to get out between pants. He lowly chuckles, and you feel him begin guiding you over his cock as you were starting to slow down.

“Got it,” He mutters and takes your earlobe between his teeth. You feel your walls clamping down around him as the tension inside you grows tighter and bigger. He tugs on your earlobe, and you feel like he pulls at the knot and his cock suddenly hits slightly deeper and causes your back to arch against him.

“JACOB, OH, MY FUCK!” You cry out as the knot snaps inside you and your high crashes into you. Your entire body shakes on top of him as you come undone, your body feels light as you’re floating through your high, and your mind feels light and like it was in the clouds. “JAAACCCCOOOBBBB!” Your grip on his hair tightens, and you tug on it, almost pulling his head backwards, your nails dig into his arms, and you hear him let out a low groan as he releases your earlobe. “JACOB, SHIT! RIGHT THERE!” You feel his cock brush against the spot again, and stars explode behind your lids as you go through the ecstasy feeling.

“Fuck… Y/n… fuck, keep squeezing me like that,” He mutters into your ear. Your walls were clenching uncontrollably around him, and he could feel them milking his cock for an orgasm. “Fuck, I’m gonna…” He was guiding you over his cock at a rapid pace to get you through your high and to get to his high. “Fuck…” His grunts in your ear were only getting louder until. “Fuuuuucccckkkk,” You feel his thighs tense underneath you as hot ropes of cum spill into you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You could feel your body slowly begin to come down from the high you had experienced and roll your hips over his thighs to help ease him through his high. “Fuck, Y/n…”

“Jacob… Oh, my… gosh,” You mutter. You could feel your energy being drained from you, but tried to keep your hips moving over his to get him through. “Fuck, you feel so good, Jacob…” You open your eyes and look towards the mirror, your eyes immediately going down to your pussy to see your cum along with his spilling from around his cock and making a mess. “Fuck…” Your grip on his hair loosens before you completely pull your hand away from his hair and let your arm fall to your side, you release the tight grip on his arm and gently hold onto him. “Fuck…” His rapid hip movements slow down before completely stopping, your eyes flicker upwards, and you watch as he moves his head to the crook of your neck and feel his lips gently brush against your skin. “Are you okay, Jacob?”

“Hmm,” He hums against your skin. You could feel his warm breath against your skin as he tries to calm his breathing and gather his thoughts. Your breathing slowly evens out, and you take a moment to gather your thoughts. “Are you okay?” You could see his how dishevelled hair was from you pulling on his locks.

“Hmm, I’m okay,” You mumble. He lifts his head, and you could see the tiredness slowly settling onto his facial features. “You look spent,” He turns his head and softly kisses your cheek.

“I am,” He mumbles. You pull his hand from your hip and slowly get up, you feel his other hand try to keep you placed on his lap, but you manage to get up, whimpering as his soft cock slips from your pussy. “Noooo, where are you going?” You chuckle and step back as you watch him reach out for you. You could feel your mixed releases spilling from your pussy and down your thighs.

“I’m going to go get a cloth, and clean you, and then clean myself,” You say. You watch him quickly get up from the bed and reach out for your hip, pulling you against him.

“No, no, let’s go together, and shower,” He says. “And then we can cuddle,” You softly smile and nod your head before carefully stepping over your toy and making your way to the bathroom together with him holding your waist and holding you against him.

[johaerys-writes]

Chapter 7: Ribs

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"Ready yet?"

"In a minute!" Achilles yells, voice muffled from behind the bathroom door.

"That's what you said a quarter hour ago." Patroclus shakes his head and rests back down on the bed. He flips another page of his book; the way Achilles is going, Patroclus will finish his chapter soon, maybe start a new one. Laika is lying next to him on the comforter. Her jaws open wide in a big yawn before she plops her head on his stomach, sighing through her nose.

"Can't say I disagree," Patroclus mutters, scratching her behind the ears. "You'd think we were going to a gala or something, the way he takes hours to get dressed." 

The bathroom door opens and closes, and Achilles' footsteps echo down the hallway. "Right," he says, walking into the room, "how do I look?"

He's done something different with his hair, that’s what stands out to Patroclus first. The sun has bleached the honey highlights in his hair almost white, and the pale blonde strands are now weaving into the gold in loose, lazy ringlets. Earlier that day they had gone into town and bought a bunch of hair products for Achilles to try, and the usually wild mane is almost tame now, soft-looking yet still somehow fluffier. He’s parted it differently too. It looks good on him.  

His clothes are more or less new as well, a tight white tank top contrasting starkly against his golden brown tan, a grey and black flannel thrown on top of it and Patroclus' own distressed jeans, hanging low on his hips and somewhat baggy on him. A silver chain hangs from his throat, and beneath it his golden cross. 

It does something to him, Patroclus won't lie, to see him wearing it. He should have gotten used to it after a whole year, but his heart still gives a funny little jolt at the sight. Or perhaps it’s the sight of it resting against his exposed collarbone, beneath the hollow of his throat that glistens a little with sweat.

"So?" Achilles asks again, holding his arms out. "How is it?"

Patroclus drags his gaze away, back to his book. "Lose the chain maybe," he says. Achilles inspects his reflection in his bedroom mirror, changing the parting of his hair once again, then reaches behind his neck to undo the thick chain's clasp. He deposits it unceremoniously on his dresser with a clutter. 

"Right," he says, "and one last touch…" He opens one of his drawers, and pulls out a clear bottle of cologne.

"Where did you find this?"

"In my father's room."

"Stole it, more like." 

"Is it really stealing if he never notices?" Achilles grins at him through the mirror, then spritzes an ungodly amount of cologne all over himself.

"You're supposed to put a little bit on, not bathe in it," Patroclus groans, fanning away the sharp and musky-smelling cloud with his book. Laika sniffs and sneezes, bolting out of the room as Patroclus stands up and reaches for the bottle. "You want people to smell you from a mile away?"

Achilles laughs, dodging his outstretched hand. He wraps his arms around his middle, hugging him close and rubbing his cheek over Patroclus’ T-shirt.

"Now you'll smell just like me," he says, looking up at him with a victorious grin.

Patroclus freezes, stares for a beat. Their proximity has all sorts of emotions—those frustrating, unsettling ones he's been trying to ignore lately—rising to his throat. He laughs weakly and steps back when Achilles lets him go, his legs just a little wobbly. 

"I'd better go take a shower then," he teases. "Change clothes, too, perhaps." 

Achilles rolls his eyes and punches him on the shoulder, his expression a little more sour than before.

"And I'll have a grand old time at the party without you," Achilles says nonchalantly, reaching for his keys and walking out of the room, "cause I sure as hell ain't waiting for you." 

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[candied-boys]

Catboy Charles x F! Reader - Part 4

Tags: from Charles' POV, he nervous baby 💖

Part 3

“I wonder if this is permanent or if you'll turn back…” Master asks and scratches my ears.

There are so many things I want to tell her; so many things I've dreamt of doing together. I hope I never turn back… but I also hope she won't hate me for this… I know she said she doesn't, but I'm not cute and small and easy to care for anymore… What if I can't love her the way she likes anymore… What if she only loved me because I could curl up in her lap…

A kiss to my forehead interrupts my thoughts. Leaving my side and stepping out of the bed, Master comments, “Well, either way, I guess I better find you something to wear, huh?” and begins pulling open all the drawers in her dresser.

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I love sleeping in those drawers. They're so cozy. Especially the one with all her best sweaters. I guess I can't fit anymore though…

“Here we go!” she chimes and pulls out a t-shirt and sweatpants.

Oddly though, she doesn't wear them, instead holding them out in front of me. I'm not really sure what I'm supposed to do with them besides lie on them, but I'm a little big for that now.

“Put these on, Minou.”

“On?”

“Yes, you can't walk around the house naked now that you're human.”

Looking her bare form up and down, I can't understand why the one who sleeps and meanders the apartment in nothing more than skimpy underwear is asking me to dress. But for her, I'll do anything she asks. Where she sets them down on the bed in front of me, I try to bring them closer but I don't have claws anymore.

Giggles pull my attention from the mess of fabric and back to Master just as she reaches out and takes the shirt. She shows me how to grasp them with my paws and helps me slip the shirt over my head. The pants are more of a challenge because of my tail.

Meekly, I tell her the truth. “It's all very uncomfortable.”

“It must be since it's all new for you,” she says and pets me again. “Here, let me take off the collar for you. It's probably too tight now.”

Her hand slips down from between my ears to the back of my neck before I understand what she means. Hissing and jumping back, I just manage to escape before she can unclip it. Feelings of guilt overwhelm me instantly. I've never hissed at her…

“Minou, what's wrong?”

“Please don't take it!! It was your first gift to me!!” I beg and try not to cry again.

“But you're not a cat anymore, Charles. You don't need a collar…”

“I need it!! It's precious!”

“Okay. You can wear it. Do you want me to loosen it? Isn't it uncomfortable?”

Covering the leather with my paws, I shake my head quickly. At this, she shrugs and dresses herself. When she leaves the room I try to follow, but walking on my hind legs is trickier than she makes it look.

“Ooh! Did you fall off the bed again?” Master asks after hearing me trip. “Here, you can hold onto me. I'm sure you'll get used to it soon enough. Baby steps.”

Holding my hands and walking backwards, she coaxes me out of the room. “You don't have to walk on your tippy toes, Charles. You can put your feet down.”

I do as Master tells me, but it feels very peculiar. Cats always walk on their toes. That's why we're so agile.

She guides me to the kitchen table, but I don't want to be alone so I do my best to follow her. It turns out it's much easier to walk if I hold onto her waist and rest my chin on her shoulder.

“Charles, are you going to let go?” she queries after filling the kettle with water.

“Why?”

“You clinging to me like this makes it just as hard to cook as when you walk through my feet, that's why.”

“Did you not like it when I keep you company in the kitchen?”

“Is that what that was?”

“Why else would I sit at your feet?”

“At… more like on…” she mumbles, then turns around in my arms. “How about you sit on the counter, hm?”

Last time I tried to sit on the counter Master was very upset.

“Will you smack me again?” I answer nervously.

Her eyes widen and her hands reach for my face. Scared that just mentioning it made her angry again, I stumble backwards into the island.

“Minou, I'm so sorry… I… I'm really so sorry… I promise I'll never hit you again! Please, forgive me?”

“Why are you apologizing, ma maîtresse? I deserved it.” I didn't like it, but it was my fault for displeasing Master in the first place.

Closing the distance between us, Master wraps her arms around my chest and nuzzles her face into my neck. Sometimes she's very hard to understand.

“You didn't deserve violence… I could have just picked you up and put you back on the floor. I was wrong, Charles. Even if I was upset, my response was wrong. I'm sorry I broke your trust… I'm sorry I hurt you.”

Confused and afraid of making things worse, I simply nod when she steps back to look at me. “So, do you want me to keep you company, or should I go away?”

“Stay, please.” Her voice is soft and her eyes search the floor for something, but nothing is there. Glancing back up to see if she found what she was looking for, I see she has turned away and has her arms out wide. “You can hold on. I don't mind.”

Happy to be close to her, I return to hugging her waist until she finishes cooking. Noticing she's making two of everything, I ask if she's expecting a friend to come over for lunch.

“Minou, this plate is for you…” Master answers and furrows her brows.

“But I have my food in my dish?”

“I don't think you should eat that anymore. It's not meant for humans. Plus, I don't think it will taste good to you now…”

Shocked I stare at my kibble and then at the food on the plate. The kibble definitely looks better than the grass and bread. I don't know why she's so fond of grass. The cheese looks good though.

“Come on,” she coaxes and makes me follow her to the dining table. Once I sit she goes back to the kitchen to get those silver things she's always using. This is the part I was afraid of when she said the plate was mine…

Part 5

[fandomgirlz01]

Just A Kiss Pt. 2

Soft Billy Hargrove x Reader

Imagine on my fandom instagram?: No

Prompt?: No

Request?: No

Requested prompt?: No

Edited: Yes

Word count: 5,219

Ko-fi

Masterlist

Warnings here

You can listen to the story be read out loud here.

Post Date: January 31st, 2023

Post Time: 10:46 pm

Summary: Billy, Reader, Max and Lucas go to the beach to spend one of their last days together before Max and Lucas start senior year. While they're there, they have some fun before the reader gives Billy some news that makes him feel like he’s over the moon happy. 

This can be read as a part 2 to our other fic Just A Kiss or as a stand alone fic. 

Please refrain from stealing our work, thank you and please enjoy!!

Billy’s Pov: 

My eyes slowly open and take a moment to fully wake up. I feel movement to my right and that’s when a slow grin makes way to my face. I look down and see that y/n is still curled up to my side. 

She lets out a light puff of air as she continues to sleep and I can’t help but watch her be so peaceful. I grin as an idea comes to my mind and I pull her slightly closer. I nuzzle my face into her neck before leaving a kiss on it. 

Her face scrunches up for a moment before going peaceful once again. I roll my eyes and nuzzle her neck again only lightly trying to make it tickle. Again she scrunches her face up and I leave another kiss on her neck before I feel her hand come up to my hair. 

She tangles her fingers in my hair and gently pulls me up to her. She keeps her eyes closed, but pulls me into a kiss. I kiss her back for a moment and she hums into it before I pull back. I grin at her and reach up to play with a strand of her hair. 

“Good morning, princess,” I speak up softly with a light smile as I continue to play with her hair. 

“Good morning, handsome,” she whispers out with her own smile on her face. 

I put my forehead to hers and close my eyes with a sigh. We sit with our foreheads together for a moment and she continues to scratch at my head. 

“What ya thinking about, baby?” she quietly asks me and I grin as I open my eyes to look into hers. 

“I’m thinking that… you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on… and that I’m incredibly lucky to have you as a wife,” I speak softly before leaning my head forward to peck her lips. 

It’s moments like this that remind me of all my thoughts last night and I just love her more. I grin as she grows bashful and I can’t help but love where we have ended up in life. 

“Billy… stop it. You’re making me feel all mushy! It doesn’t help that I’m pregnant, which makes me feel extra mushy!” She shouts out as she covers her face and groans. 

“Sorry princess. Can’t help but to state the truth,” I tell her and she pulls her hand away from her face as she shakes her head. 

“I can’t with you when you get all sentimental…” she tells me as she playfully pushes me off and I chuckle. 

“Are we still going down to the beach today?” she asks and I nod as she slowly pushes herself up off the bed. 

“Yup. You, me, and Max,” I respond and she nods. 

“Ok. Well, I’m gonna get ready then,” she tells me and I grin as I nod at her while she grabs her swimsuit from the drawer. 

“Oh, one more thing,” she says as she turns around and waddles back over to me. 

“I love you,” she tells me with a grin before pecking my lips, then running to the bathroom. 

“I love you too, sweetheart!” I yell out just as the door closes and I chuckle, shaking my head as I get up. 

“B! Are you going to wear your trunks or would you like me to put them in the bag?” she yells out from the closet that she'd gone into a few minutes ago and I pause with a little chuckle. 

“Already got em’ ready to put on, babe, but can you please make sure my extra pair is in the bag?!” I ask her as I get up and walk over to the dresser where I had laid them last night before bed. 

“Yeah, I got you babe!” she replies from the closet and I shake my head as a smile falls on my face at her quoting of the song. 

“Princess, you do know that song’s almost five years old right!?” I shout out, but all she replies with is a giggle, which makes me shake my head. 

I quickly change into my trunks before starting to grab my wallet and other things to stuff in my pockets. Just as I pull my wallet off the dresser, something falls out of it. I bend down, rolling my eyes —I need to start making sure everything is in there tight when I close it next time— and quickly pick whatever it is up with the plan of putting it back in better than before. 

As I grab it, I realize it’s one of the polaroids I keep in my wallet. I turn it around so it’s facing the right way and when I do a grin makes way to my face when I see which one it is. It’s another one of us from that first date night and I look over it as I stand back up, opening my wallet to put it back in. 

Once it’s back in, I close my wallet and shove it into my swim trunks pocket. Just as I pull my hand from my pocket, the doorbell goes off. 

“Baby! Can you get the door, please? It’s probably Max,” y/n shouts from the closet and I chuckle, shaking my head. 

“Sure, but babe, what are you doing in there? You’ve been in there quite a while,” I shout as I head to the door.

“Oh! Just you wait. You’ll know later. Just go get the door,” she tells me.

“Ok… ok…” I agree before walking out of our room and down the stairs. 

I walk up to the door and pull it open to see my little sister standing there along with Lucas. She smiles softly before shrugging. 

“Sorry. I thought having him here would make me feel like less of a third wheel,” she tells me and I nod before letting them in. 

“I’ve got no problem with it. Just wasn’t expecting him,” I tell her as we all walk into the living room and sit down. 

“Max! Lucas! What a surprise! How have you guys been?” Y/n asks as she slowly comes down the stairs. 

“Babe. Let me help you,” I say as I rush over to help her down the stairs. 

“Oh, would you quit? I’m five months pregnant, I'm perfectly capable of walking down the stairs,” she groans out, swatting my hands away and I shrug. 

“Still gonna help you whether you like it or not, babe,” I tell her and she rolls her eyes at me. 

“We’ve been fine. Would you look at you! You're glowing!” Max replies with a smile as she gets up to hug her with a wide grin. 

“How’ve you guys been? How’s my little niece or nephew been?” Max asks as she pulls back from y/n, but still keeping a hold of her arms. 

“We’ve been great. A little tired and sore, but both me and the baby are great. I’m so glad your brother convinced me to move out here,” y/n tells her with a grin as she holds her hand out to me. 

I move over and grab her hand with a smile. Max grins before sitting back down and I follow, pulling y/n with. 

“Are we eating before we go or there?” Max asks as she fully sits down now. 

“We’ll eat there. Do you guys have your bags?” I ask and Max nods. 

“They’re in the car ready to just switch over,” she tells me and I nod. 

“My goodness, I can’t believe this is the last summer before you're a senior,” I say, shaking my head in disbelief. 

“Ok, dad,” Max jokes as she rolls her eyes at me. 

“Hey. I get to be sentimental, ok! You’re my little sister. It’s going to happen whether you like it or not. Plus, I better be the one that kid asks when he’s getting ready to marry you,” I affirm, making both Lucas and Max blush on the couch as I point at him. 

“Well, I would say I prefer that over you catching us kissing the first time…or the old Billy,” Max mumbles out and I fold my arms over my chest. 

“Shouldn’t have kissed on the porch then… should have done it before he brought you home. He better not be asking Harrington either,” I explain with a shrug and point at Max, making y/n let out a snort. 

“And that’s better than our first real kiss? And why would he be asking Steve?” she jokes and I roll my eyes. 

“Not my fault your dad came out at just the perfect time. Plus, I wasn’t the one who initiated the make out and moaned. That, my dear, was you. I would have been just fine with just a kiss goodnight,” I promise with a shrug and she slaps my shoulder. 

“And I know Harrington is like the father of the group or whatever, but I get asked, not him,” I wiggle my fingers as I try to make my point, making y/n giggle as she shakes her head. 

“He’s the babysitter, not the dad. Maybe big brother status, but never dad. Of course I’d want Lucas to ask you. You’re my big brother first and foremost,” Max tells me her face scrunched up and my heart swells with pride. 

“Most definitely,” Lucas agrees with wide eyes and a nod when Max looks at him. 

“Wait. Wait. Wait. So, Billy, you're saying that it was my fault my dad heard me moan…” y/n asks, changing the subject again and I nod as I start to get up off the couch. 

“Good. And precisely, princess. That wasn’t my fault,” I muse as I walk to the kitchen. 

“Babe, is the cooler ready to go out?” I ask as I turn back to look at y/n. 

She smiles, nodding and I give a nod to let her know I got what she was saying. I walk the rest of the way into the kitchen and find the cooler sitting out. I shake my head before lifting the handle and pulling it on its wheels behind me. 

“Princess… you didn’t by chance lift this to get it off the table did you?” I ask as I walk back through to the main room and she looks at Max. 

“Uhh oh… Maxie, I’m in trouble…” she whispers to Max, who just laughs. 

“Really that bad, huh?” Max asks and y/n rolls her eyes. 

“He won’t even let me lift a towel sometimes. I swear your brother is smothering me!” Y/n playfully jokes and I coyly grin at her. 

“You think she’d be used to the smothering by now,” Lucas chimes in with a laugh, making Max laugh too. 

“Right?! They’ve been together for how long now?” Max replies before trying to remember the answer to her own question. 

“Four, almost five years,” I inform them as I pick up my keys from the key bowl. 

“Wow. He knows that better than I do,” y/n jokes as she and Max giggle. 

“Billy’s always been good with dates,” Max adds with a shrug and y/n hums in agreement. 

“Well, are all of you coming or not?” I ask and they all nod before starting to get up. 

Max helps y/n up and I smile knowing my wife’s in good hands. Without looking to see who’s following, I walk out to my car and Lucas follows right behind. I open the trunk and he quickly moves their stuff over as I put the cooler in before getting into the car. 

“Where are the girls?” I ask after he gets into the back seat. 

“I don’t know. They said they had to do one more thing before we leave,” he tells me with a shrug and I nod before turning the music up slightly. 

It’s only a few minutes later that the girls come out, giggling the whole way. Y/n stands by the trunk and Max stops by her door as y/n knocks on the trunk lightly. I pop it open and she puts whatever she has in before coming around to get into the front seat as Max gets in the back next to Lucas. 

“What are you two giggling about?” I ask as they get buckled up. 

“Girl stuff. I’m sure you don’t wanna know, Mr. Machoman, ” Max jokingly sounds annoyed as she playfully rolls her eyes at me. 

“Whatever you say,” I decide to just go along with it. 

I look over to y/n only to see her smiling widely and I can’t help but smile myself. I shake my head in slight disbelief that this is my life before looking straight at the road again as I continue to drive us to the beach. Soon before I know it, we’re arriving and I’m parking the camaro.  

“Me and Max’ll go find a good spot. You boys get the stuff and come find us,” y/n informs as she quickly gets out of the car and lets Max out. 

“Uhh. Ok. Be careful!” I shout out to her as I get out while her and Max seem to scurry off like two road runners. 

“We will!” Max shouts back before turning back and letting y/n grab her arm before they continue on their way. 

I look at Lucas with a raised eyebrow and he shrugs, shaking his head no. I shake my head in amusement before turning and opening the trunk. Lucas grabs his and Max’s stuff as I grab the stuff y/n had packed as well as the cooler. 

We walk down and look for the girls. Soon we find them laying out the big blanket and sitting down on it. I put the cooler on one corner of the blanket before sitting down next to y/n. Lucas sets his and Max’s bag down before sitting down himself. 

Together we all stay on the blanket for a while, just soaking in the sun and enjoying each other’s company. Y/n and Max read a magazine together, giggling every once in a while. Each of us snack off of the food y/n had packed. 

Lucas does whatever he wants and I do a crossword puzzle with my headphones that are connected to my walkmen. Thunderstruck by AC/DC plays in my ears as y/n scratches my scalp lightly while still laughing with Max over their magazine. It’s all serene as we all just exist together for a while. 

“Babe, I forgot to tell you,” y/n speaks, pulling the left ear of my headphones off as she looks down at me where my head lays on her thigh. 

“You forgot to tell me something, hmm? And what would that be, princess?” I ask her as I grab the walkman to pause the music and she grins down at me. 

“There’s a surf shop on the pier. I was thinking you could rent a board and go surfing again. You haven’t done that since yours broke and that was almost two- no, three years ago now,��� y/n explains to me and I smile up at her. 

“Thank you, babe, but I don’t know if I’d even remember how to,” I tell her before we hear a scoff, making us both look at Max. 

“Billy, come on. You’ve been surfing since you were what, eight?” Max asks and I nod against y/n’s leg as she lets out a hum of confirmation for me. 

“I’m sure muscle memory will kick in. Also I doubt three years is enough time for you to just forget. Admit it, you just don’t wanna leave y/n,” Max jokingly admonishes me and y/n puts her hand over her mouth, muffling a giggle as I look at Max with an unamused face. 

“That’s not true…” I mumble and Max scoffs. 

“Oh, please, you know it is. Just go. I’ll stay with y/n. I promise she’ll be ok with me. In fact, why don’t you take Lucas and he can learn. He hasn’t gotten to yet,” Max continues and y/n giggles when I give her an annoyed look. 

“Come on, babe. It’s a bonding moment. You and Lucas could totally use it,” y/n agrees with Max and I sigh before sitting up. 

“Ok… ok… you keep your eyes on her, you hear me?” I tell Max, pointing at my little sister with a warning finger and she puts her arms up in surrender. 

“I swear on my life, Billy. She’ll be ok with me,” she promises me before sticking her pinky out to me. 

“Ok…” I hesitantly agree as I sit up and link my pinky with hers, smiling at our little thing. 

After the whole mind flayer thing, if y/n wasn’t there, it was Max. Slowly Max and I grew our relationship into a real brother-sister relationship. Over the time we bonded, it just became our thing to do a pinky promise with each other whenever one just needed reassurance. 

“I guess it’d be fun to surf again. Thanks for the suggestion, princess,” I say before leaving a kiss on her cheek. 

I get up off the blanket and stand up. I wait for Lucas to stand up as well, but he doesn’t. 

“Well, Lucas? Are you coming or not?” I ask him and he looks up in shock for a moment. 

“Wait. You actually want me to come?” he asks, making me chuckle. 

“Yeah. Why not? It seems my little sister has a thing for you and wants to keep ya around, so might as well bond with ya,” I playfully inform him with a shrug, but he shakes his head. 

“I just thought you still hated me,” Lucas admits, still shocked and I wave my hand at him. 

“That-” I start to talk, but Max cuts me off before I can get my full sentence out. 

“Lucas. I told you, that was the old Billy. Y/n’s really softened him up over the years,” Max jokes and I roll my eyes. 

“I’m not too soft. I’m the same old Billy. I just now have reasons to actually care about life,” I explain even when I know that everything Max is saying is true. 

“Hmm. You’re definitely the same old brooding Billy who cuddles into y/n like his life depends on it. Most definitely,” she jokes with a roll of her eyes and y/n stifles a laugh behind her hand. 

“I am not soft. Just more aware…” I continue to deny it, making y/n and Max look at one another before bursting out into giggles. 

“Ok. Ok. I don’t have to take this. Come on, Lucas. Let’s go get us some boards,” I wave at him as I start to walk towards the pier. 

Lucas quickly gets up and starts to follow me, but I stop to turn around to look back at the girls. Lucas stops with me and turns as well. 

“Make sure she drinks more water. She’s barely had any today,” I tell Max, who nods before shooing us off again. 

“I will. I will. Go on, have fun,” Max agrees and I shake my head before turning around to walk off again. 

Reader's Pov:

“Are they gone?” I ask Max and she turns to look behind her. 

“Yup. You're good. Go change,” she tells me and I grin shyly at her. 

“I need help up, Maxie,” I tell her and her face falls in shock. 

“Oh! Yeah, of course. Of course,” she exclaims as she rushes to get up. 

“It’s ok,” I tell her with a giggle as she helps me up. 

“Ok. Take your time. I know what to say if they get back before you do,” she tells me as she sits back down on the blanket. 

“Can you pass me my bag? The stuff is in it,” I tell her and she nods before grabbing the bag, passing it up to me. 

“Ok. I’ll be back,” I comment and she nods at me, giving me my cue to go. 

With one last smile and small giggle, I start to walk -more like waddle- over to the bathroom. I walk into a stall before closing the door behind me. Pulling my bag off my shoulder, I hang it up on the hook. 

I take a moment and sigh before unclipping the main flap. I pull my other suit out and let it fall unraveled. With a small smile I hang it on the hook over my bag before slowly slipping out of the one I’m wearing. 

Once the one I was previously wearing is off I fold it up neatly before putting it back into my bag. I then take the new one off of the hook and slip it on. When it’s on, I let out a huff of air before grabbing my bag and unlocking the stall door. 

I walk out and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, making me smile at the bright pink suit. I walk back out and back over to Max, seeing she now has the food set up. 

“Hey. You look good,” Max tells me as she smiles up at me. 

“Thank you. Even as a pregnant woman?” I ask her in a joking tone and she lets out a laugh. 

“Yes, even as a pregnant woman,” she promises with a pointed look and I giggle. 

“Are the boys back yet?” I ask her as she gets up to help me sit back down. 

“Nope, but I figured they would be soon so I decided to set up early,” she tells me as she sits back down next to me. 

“Ok. Did I pack everything?” I ask as I look around at her set up. 

“I think so. Do you want me to go over the list you sent me?” she asks and I smile at her. 

“If it’s not too much trouble,” I tell her with a nod. 

“Nope, no trouble at all. I have it right here. Thought you’d want it,” she explains as she pulls out the small sheet of paper from her book. 

“Ok. Let’s see. Pink lemonade, strawberries, watermelon, goldfish, ham sandwiches…” Max lists out and I nod at each item. 

“Oh! And of course the pink bubblegum ice cream, but I left that in the cooler because obviously… ice cream, duh,” she finishes off in a sassy tone and I giggle. 

“Oh, of course. Ice cream and sun definitely don't mix well,” I playfully agree with her and she laughs. 

“Oh! Here the boys come. Act very casual,” I tell her when I see the boys walking back with their boards tucked under their arms. 

“I think you need to act normal,” Max snorts out at me and I giggle. 

“What are you two giggling about over here, huh?” Billy asks as he and Lucas come to a stop in front of us, standing his board up in the sand.

“Wait a minute… something’s off…” Lucas comments and I fight back a smile. 

“You're right, Lucas, and I believe I know what it is,” Billy agrees as he looks at me. 

“And why did you change, hmm?” he asks me with a smirk. 

“Oh, Max accidentally spilled some of the lemonade on me. So I changed into this back up so I wouldn’t have to be sticky the rest of the day,” I tell him the excuse that me and Max had thought up earlier on before leaving the house. 

“Hmm…” he hums with a cocked eyebrow and I slowly start to panic, but it seems he buys it. 

“Anyway. Y/n thought you boys should eat something before going out to surf,” Max quickly explains, expertly changing the subject. 

“Sure. I could eat. Is the suit new? I haven’t seen it,” Billy asks as he seems to be trying to read my expression. 

“Yeah. I bought it last week,” I answer him and he smiles. 

“Well I love it, babe,” he tells me and I feel a light blush cover my cheeks. 

“Well. Let’s eat, then we can head on out,” Billy comments as he pushes his board farther into the sand so it’ll stand on its own. 

Lucas does the same and they both sit down on the blanket again. Billy lays down next to me with his elbow holding him up and immediately grabs a strawberry. He eats it before tossing the stem into the sand. 

“Did I miss something?” Lucas asks from beside Max, making us look at us. 

“Hmm. No, I don’t think so?” Max replies nonchalantly with a shrug. 

“Really? Because everything seems to be pink or some form of it,” Lucas points out and I look at Max. 

“Oh. Must have just happened that way,” Max tells him as she looks at me while we both fight smiles. 

“Oh… ok,” Lucas seems to just agree even though he’s still very confused. 

“On another note. We brought ham sandwiches,” Max again expertly changes the topic. 

“He is right. There seems to be a bit of a theme here,” Billy comments as he looks up at me and I shrug. 

“Really, babe, it wasn’t planned,” I tell him and he gives me a look of disbelief. 

“Hmmm, ok… says the woman in pink… who matches the food…” he hums out his deductions and I shake my head. 

“It really just happened that way,” I tell him, even when I know it definitely wasn’t. 

“Hmm…” he hums again as I finally hand him his sandwich in hopes he won’t ruin the surprise too soon. 

As soon as each of us gets our sandwiches, Billy and Lucas seem to devour theirs, making me and Max look at each other before bursting out into giggles. 

“What?” Lucas asks, which only makes us laugh harder. 

“Nothing, babe. Just nothing,” Max tells him as she wipes under her eyes. 

“Uhh… ok…” he says, making me and Max giggle again. 

“Welp, that was an awesome sandwich, princess, but I’m ready to go do some surfin,” Billy states as he wipes his hands and starts to stand up. 

“Wait. At least have yourself some ice cream before you go. I got the individuals,” I tell him and he shakes his head before sinking back down. 

“Ok. I’ll have some ice cream,” Billy agrees with a smile. 

I smile softly at him before turning and as I do I give Max a look. She gives me a look of encouragement and I give her what I hope is a subtle nod before grabbing Billy’s ice cream. I give it to him with a spoon and he smiles before looking at the flavor. 

“Babe, why’d you give me pink bubblegum?” he asks and I shrug. 

“I just thought it’d taste good was all. Why don’t you just try some, babe?” I tell him and he shakes his head before popping it open. 

“The things I do for you. This doesn’t leave this beach, got it?” he asks both Max and Lucas as he points at them. 

“Got it,” the both say in unison as they hold their hands up in surrender. 

Billy nods curtly before grabbing onto the spoon and digging into it. He gets a good amount on the spoon before putting it into his mouth. His face scrunches for a moment before slowly relaxing. 

“Hey, this stuff’s not so-” he starts, but pauses as he looks down into the ice cream to find a paper sticking out of it. 

Billy’s Pov: 

“What’s this?” I ask as I pull what seems to be a slip of paper out of my ice cream. 

I look up at y/n, who gives a small nod along with a soft smile. I then look at Max and she too nods at me. I set the ice cream down and wipe off the piece of paper. I then arch an eyebrow as I slowly unravel it only to reveal a note:

Hi Daddy! 

Mama has a surprise for you, she knows you wanted to wait… but she may have accidentally found out last week. Ok. I’ll let her tell you…

After reading it over, I look up at y/n in confusion as I try to figure it out. I try to ask her what it means, but my voice doesn’t even make it out before she’s holding a gift bag out to me. I arch my eyebrow at her again as I reach out and grab it. 

I quickly start to open it and pull out a piece of fabric. As I do, something falls to my lap and I pick it up to see it’s the last ultrasound photo of our baby. The one I wasn’t able to be at, but at least we knew the baby was doing well. 

“Wha…?” I ask as I look up at y/n again. 

“Go ahead, baby. Look at the onsie,” y/n tells me with a smile and I nod before doing as I’m told. 

I open it and see the words Daddy’s princess written on it. I look at y/n in surprise and she smiles, nodding as tears line her lash line. 

“I’ve officially been promoted to Queen, baby…” she tells me and I shake my head, tears coming to my eyes. 

“We’re having a little girl?” I ask and y/n nods happily. 

“A little princess,” she replies and a grin slowly makes its way to my face. 

“I know we wanted to wait until the baby was born, but the technician who did the last scan kinda let it slip. So I told Max and we decided to do this to tell you,” y/n explains and I shake my head again.

“A little girl…” I whisper and she smiles, nodding softly. 

“Now it all makes sense,” Lucas says like he had an epiphany. 

“Yup…” Max agrees with her own smile. 

“My princess. Thank you for giving me the life I didn’t imagine for myself y/n. I love you so so much,” I tell her as I pull her into a hug. 

“No need to thank me, Billy. You made this life for us too. I love you so much more,” she tells me and I kiss her forehead. 

I move y/n so she’s in between my legs and it stays quiet for a moment as I just hold y/n there with my face in her neck. It’s only after I see a flash out of the corner of my eye that I look up to see Max now in front of us, taking a picture on her polaroid camera. When it prints she hands it to me as she comes to sit back by us. 

I look at it:

And smile at the sweetness of the moment. At that moment, I decide to keep it so I pull out my wallet and put it in right behind the other one. 

I definitely can’t believe this is the life we’ve created and I’m so ready for the rest that’s coming. I’m glad it wasn’t just a kiss that first night. 

The End…

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JJ and the Other Order - Part 1/3

Part 2 here - Part 3 here

Hey guys! This is the continuation event I wrote this year where JJ disappears, leaving a message with the cameras that leads his brothers on a chase to find him in time. It was compiled by the wonderful @lehhoh7822, so now I get to post it to be read easily whenever! Enjoy!

tws for guns, a disappearance, and some continued processing of self-hate

When your view comes on, there’s nothing but the palm of a hand and a half-cracked door in your vision.

It’s an old camcorder that you think has survived since Peru, the startup text familiar for a second before the hand pulls away and the image clears. Light intersperses clumps of shadow in the room, revealing slats of the smooth wood floor and the side of a bed with blue covers. The wall you can see is covered completely in paintings and framed charcoal drawings. Books litter a dresser in the corner, stacked on the floor around it and piled up on the top, and as you watch, a lanky gold cat strides into the room and stretches.

Between it all is JJ.

“Hey,” he signs, mouth curving up into this grin you used to catch every now and then, something warm and unafraid of anything. “I knew you would still be there.”

He’s wearing a backpack and a nice black jacket over a button-up. His fringe is grown out, nearly to his eyes, and he hasn’t bothered to gel it up or anything, letting it curl low around his glasses. There’s silver in the hair by his ears, and black gauges next to it.

“It’s surreal to be talking to you,” he continues, crouching down to look at you better. The camera must be set on a desk. “We asked so many times if we should turn you on, just to say hi. But some of the others thought you would have moved on by now, and that we shouldn’t bother you, that we were well and should leave it at that. I knew you would come if I said hello, though. You always have.”

Watching him sign, he does seem different than before. If you look at him carefully, you may realize that it’s his face: his expression is back, his vigor; he makes different faces as he signs, filling up his language with feeling in a way that always seemed to be a struggle before. You haven’t seen him make faces like this since that first pumpkin-carving video in black and white, all those years ago.

“Unfortunately, I don’t have much time to talk. I need you to send a message to my brothers, you see: they mustn’t follow me where I’m going. I’ve been thinking about doing this for a long time, but it’s not been the right time, not til now, now when I’m sure. It will only be a little dangerous. I’ll go left, and then forward, and then right, and then down a long set of stairs. But no matter what, you have to tell them not to follow me. And they absolutely can’t look in my drawer, either.”

He rattles the drawer somewhere beneath the camera. “You’ll tell them, won’t you?”

There’s a movement behind you, but it’s not one of the others. You see her just for a second, looking in and then drawing away again: a wisp of a girl with white-blond hair and a thin red scarf falling down her shoulders. JJ doesn’t look around.

“I knew you would,” JJ nods. “And when I see you again, I promise I’ll tell you everything I’ve been up to and everything I’m going to get up to, because I have a thousand plans. For now, don’t worry - the others will find you when they need to.”

He turns away, hefting his backpack. There’s something gold inside, but he twists to zip the side properly.

Noodle mewls at him. JJ reaches down to scratch his ears and then turns to wave at you before he’s slipping away, disappearing into the darkness of the hallway outside, and closing his door behind him.

The hours start to pass, and no one comes to find you. JJ does not return.

See you tomorrow.

Cooking and laughter in the hallway.

Somebody shuts and opens doors, hollers from another room to ask where their brush went, runs the tap, and chases after Peanuts and Jam when they get something in their mouth they’re not supposed to have. At one point, someone shouts for JJ to come eat if he wants breakfast. It’s domestic, but faraway. You’re stuck in JJ’s room.

“Hey, hold on a second.”

“What’s up?”

“Look, could I talk to you real quick before you go?”

“Oh, sure, let me just find Noodle.”

Noodle meows at the door patiently, flicking his long gold and brown tail. It cracks open a second later.

“There you are, baby boy,” purrs Chase, leaning down to scoop him up. “Why are you in here?”

You’re seated on the dresser, watching. Chase lets Noodle clamber onto his shoulder, sniffing at the cap jammed over his hair, while Henrik waits tensely in the hall behind him, mostly a shadow to you from your sunny spot beneath JJ’s window.

the-earnest-system asked:

Hey guys! JJ left and told us to tell you not to follow him

The beeping of the camera catches both their attentions immediately, and you can see them make the same face of surprise, whipping around to look at you. Henrik pushes into JJ’s room, coming to stand beside you. His hand hovers in the air above you for a moment before he seems to steady himself, reaching down to pick you up.

“Wow, this old thing,” he says. “Wow. Why’s he got that out?”

“It’s on for the audience,” says Chase.

“What?”

“It’s on… there’s a message, look.”

They both come close to look.

Then they’re looking at each other, bewildered.

“Why would he…?”

“And why is this…?”

“He could have texted us.”

“Not to follow him? We don’t even know where he went.”

Their gazes fall back down to you.

“I guess he knew the eyes would still be here… and thought that they should tell us.”

“Hi,” adds Chase, voice small, a half-grin fluttering up his face.

Anonymous asked:

Hello!!! It's so good to see you guys again! That can't be the same Noodle, can it? He's gotten so big!

“Isn’t he big?” Chase hefts his cat up by the belly, letting his long legs stretch out. Noodle nips at his beard. “I know, he’s all grown up. My pretty boy.”

Henrik crosses his arms over his chest. “You would show that cat off during a hurricane if someone asked you to.”

“Well, he’s a good boy, that’s all I’m saying. Aren’t you a good boy? Aren’t you my good boy? Yes.”

Henrik turns to you in exasperation as Chase starts kissing his cat.

the-earnest-system asked:

Hi!

He said he’d go left, then forward, then right, then down a long set of stairs, if that means anything to you. He also said to not look in his drawer

“What the hell?” Chase says. “No, that doesn’t mean anything. What is going on? I’m going to try and call him. Er - text, I mean.”

“What if he’s off his meds?” Henrik asks, as Chase pulls out his phone. “He could be delusional. I think we should call his psychiatrist too, just in case. And maybe we tell - ”

He opens the drawer.

You see his eyebrows shoot up. Chase turns to look and freezes just the same.

Henrik pulls a black, semi-auto handgun out of JJ’s dresser drawer.

the-earnest-system asked:

Where’d he get that from?

“Good question,” says Chase shakily. “You can get hunting guns in Ireland, but this…”

Henrik just stares at the gun, gripping it in one hand.

“I think we need to find him right now,” says Chase, setting Noodle down.

Henrik swallows, head inclining just a little. As he tilts, his face catches the light, which holds to the shiny scars he has there. Everything has finally healed over completely, leaving him with a couple scrapes here and there. Most prominently, he has two puckered stars, jagged balls of scarring on his cheek and up near his eyes. If you look at them long enough, you may realize what they are: the scars from the barbed wire Anti wrapped around him when he left him on the porch as bait.

“I’ll tell Marvin,” says Chase, and he rushes from the room.

Anonymous asked:

... Well that's an interesting discovery! He did say not to look. Has he been gone long? What's going on?

“Yes,” mumbles Henrik.

He checks the safety on the gun, and then the ammo, finding it loaded. His head shakes helplessly for a moment, eyes sliding closed.

“I don’t know how long he’s been gone… when did he turn you on? Why would he do this? He’s been doing so well. Sure, he had that discontinuation a few months back, and that was rough, but I thought we talked it through. He’s been working and taking care of himself. Why would he vanish like this? And leave a gun? Didn’t he know he would frighten us?”

Henrik looks at the gun closely for a moment. As Marvin’s voice starts approaching from the hallway, you see him unload it and slide it carefully into the inner pocket of his jacket.

the-earnest-system asked:

He said that he’s been thinking about doing this for a while, but now is right time, and that it will only be a little dangerous. There was something gold in his backpack. Does any of that sound familiar?

“A little dangerous,” cries Henrik. “If whatever he’s doing doesn’t kick his ass, I will!”

“Not if I get there first,” calls Marvin, sweeping into the room.

He is dressed for the day and then some, with long silver hair pulled back and makeup around his eyes. He scoops the camera up from Henrik and starts reading back through your messages.

“That little miscreant,” Marvin snarls. “Wait til Jackie hears. Doesn’t JJ have work today, anyway? He might have really put himself in danger, you know he decides he’s invincible sometimes. Well, we’re definitely going after him. Little punk.”

“Okay,” says Henrik. “Good. Where?”

Marvin, Chase, and Henrik all look at each other.

Anonymous asked:

Well, we saw him... It felt like a day ago to us, when we came back online. And he did say he would see us again, so, planning to come back? Or find another camera?

Is he by any chance prone to reverse-psychology, roundabout, vague camera messages to you guys? Maybe he left the gun as a comfort so you guys know he doesn't have it, or thinks you will need it more. Is there any chance he's off on his own and doesn't want to be followed and it's okay?

“No, no, no,” says Marvin. “He does not get to run off like this!”

“Well, hold on,” sighs Chase. “He is grown - ”

“I know he is!”

“Do you?” Chase retorts. Marvin purses his mouth.

“I want to go after him too. But he’s a grown man and he’s been really stable lately.”

“You’re correct, of course,” says Henrik. “However, he also left us a cryptic message and a gun. What if he did want us to come after? If he really didn’t want us to follow, he would have been better served just telling us what was going on.”

“Maybe he couldn’t,” says Marvin. “If he was delusional or if someone is forcing him, this could be his best way to tell us he needs us without telling us anything.”

“If he really doesn’t want us to come after, he could be angry if we do follow,” says Chase.

“Oh, I’ll take his rage any day as long as he’s safe,” growls Marvin. “He knew this would work us up, anyway.”

“We need to find out where he went,” says Henrik.

Marvin snaps his fingers. “Security cameras on the apartment door. Let’s see which direction he went.”

ari-trash asked:

I'm not sure how important that detail is but we did catch a glimpse of someone else before JJ left! A little girl with blonde hair. Does it ring any bells?

Also- not to detract from the serious situation, but it's really nice to see you guys again :]

“There was someone else in this house and we didn’t know?” says Chase. “Did he… did he let them in, or did they force their way? At least with the cameras, we know it wasn’t a hallucination of his.”

“JJ would not have let just anyone in here,” says Henrik. “Even when he’s unwell, he knows this place is our secret.”

As they carry the camera out towards the door, you can see that the house is the one in Marvin’s mirror dimension, but it’s not the same as it was before. The burned and ash-covered kitchen has been completely remade, the walls are fully intact again and covered in pictures of them and their closest friends, and all their signs of life are scattered across the fresh carpet and the glimpses you catch of their bedrooms. Peanuts and Jam both come running to explore the commotion. Chase trips over somebody’s football cleats.

This house is so secret you can’t get here except through the mirror, through magic. “If JJ brought someone here, he must have trusted them completely,” Henrik says.

“Or they forced their way in here,” Marvin replies. “The whole house could be compromised.”

They take you through the mirror, back into the perfectly non-magical apartment where they keep the portal safely in a backroom. As Chase runs to get their security cams, Marvin takes a second to look down at you, and his face softens.

“Yeah,” he says. “You’re, like… really here. Even after all this time. It’s good to see you too. I’m sorry we didn’t check in earlier, I guess… I guess we just didn’t know if you’d… want to see. If we had anything worth showing, anymore.”

“We’re good, though,” adds Henrik, glancing between him and the camera. “Like we were when we cut you loose, we’ve been… yeah, good.”

Anonymous asked:

Hmm. Let us know if the security camera shows him going left? Maybe we are meant to give you guys more of a message than the one he specifically asked us to.

Stressful as it is right now, nice to see you again, too, M! J mentioned some of you didn't want to check the cameras again?

Marvin flushes a little, grumbling under his breath. “It’s not that, just - well, yeah, maybe we didn’t completely… it’s just - ”

“We’ve been good,” Henrik repeats. “But there have also been… not good times. And maybe sometimes it felt like we should just leave you where you saw us last - healing and happy. Maybe it was best to leave you with that image of us.”

Marvin smiles softly, looking over at him. “We are still healing. And happy.”

Henrik smiles back shyly. “Yeah. We are.”

“You’re working again.”

“We both are. We all are.”

“And we’re all in therapy, except Chase actually graduated from his sessions, which is pretty unbelievable to me.”

“And then from his nursing program,” adds Henrik, laughing.

“Yeah, why’s he trying to show the rest of us up?”

“Show the rest of us up! You run the Magical Society of the whole of Ireland! And work at the courthouse part-time!”

“And you’re a genius research dork, whatever!”

They break into laughing. Chase comes back to them, looking more harried than ever.

“Um, guys? JJ never left this apartment.”

Anonymous asked:

Do we know that he did come back to the apartment in the first place? Where else can you go without leaving the mirror, theoretically?

(And, congrats, Chase!! Nurses save the world, that's awesome. Absolutely continue to show H up. ;) )

“Oh!” Chase sets his hands on his hips proudly. “Yeah, I do that now! Learned all my tricks from Henrik anyway. I had the practical stuff down pat by the time I started the program. The tests were the hard part. Glad we’re past that. And that Jackie forged my bachelor’s degree info. Once Henrik feels ready, we’re thinking he might be able to start as a doctor at my hospital too.”

For a second, behind him, you see a pained look flash across Henrik’s face. Marvin ignores both of them, starting to pace the room. “That little idiot. That little - I’ll end him.”

“Do you think he would take the other portals?” asks Henrik weakly.

“Well, if he didn’t leave the apartment, he must have!” cries Marvin. “Look, most of them are in my closet, and I know I would have woken up if he came into my room. But the Sweden portal - ”

“Is in my room,” says Chase. “And I sleep like the dead.”

“And the England portal is in Jackie’s old room, but JJ knows he can’t go far in Brighton because of the problems with the British magicians. So maybe he went to Stacy’s, in Sweden? Will you text her, Chase? Ask if we can stop by.”

Chase frowns. “Yeah… yeah, this is more important.”

“Oh, what, you had other plans on your day off?”

“Yes,” whines Chase. “I was going to go to Ash’s all day.”

Henrik rolls his eyes hard, but Chase doesn’t see.

ari-trash asked:

Ash? Who's Ash? 👀

Chase simpers. “My lady friend,” he says, in an exaggerated Southern accent. “Sure, she’s prettier than a… pickle on a porcupine!”

He makes himself cackle and Marvin slaps his cap. “Focus!”

“I will not! We met at the vet’s. We’ve been going out for almost two years now.”

Anonymous asked:

Aw... Nice of JJ to schedule his mysterious comings and goings to when you don't have to use more PTO? He's considerate like that.

If you leave JJ's room and immediately turn left, what room or portal does that lead to? Maybe his directions were a clue!

“Actually, that is weird,” frowns Chase. “Marvin’s just at the Society today, so he can take off whenever he wants. Didn’t Jackie say he and Max have today off too? And Henrik just works from home.”

“I’ve got shit to finish too,” protests Henrik.

“Well, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just you don’t have to clock in with anyone like the rest of us.”

“Whatever, then.”

“Boys.” Marvin waves his hand. “Let’s go back to JJ’s room.”

“Well, okay, but if we turn left out of his room, that just leads us to the linen closet.”

They do actually go back to JJ’s room and check the linen closet for any secret mirrors or anything ridiculous, but there’s nothing out of the ordinary. Other than the gun, there’s nothing strange in his room.

“I’m going to go check the property real quick,” says Marvin. “Do you remember him hiding in that shed for half the day when he discontinued?”

He goes to run around their forest, and Henrik and Chase check on the mirrors. “Why don’t we step through to Stacy’s real quick? She won’t mind.”

“Okay,” Henrik agrees. “I never pass up a chance to see my darlings anyway.”

“We get them the whole week when school ends,” Chase sings, and they grin at each other. Years have passed and JJ and Marvin look less like Jack than ever, but Chase and Henrik still couldn’t pass as anything other than identical twins.

Anonymous asked:

:O

Ash!! How cool! Just Ash? Short for Ash-o-lee? Ashton? Ashtronomical? Aisling?

“It’s Asher, actually,” Chase says, smiling at you. “Yeah, she’s cool. Pretty soon, I’m wanting to show her the magic house and everything. All she knows right now is that I’m a cult survivor and that Anti was my brother - and that Marvin’s a part of some weird secret society, ha. But the really magic stuff, the portals and the mind control and the fights with magic vines and time travel and transportation - she’ll need to know soon.”

“Wait, hold on,” laughs Henrik. “Really? You’re going to tell her all that?”

Chase blinks. “Yeah… I mean, I was going to. Don’t you think? We’ve been together a long time.”

“But don’t you worry she’ll think you’re nuts, and leave?”

Chase gapes for a second, shaking his head. “She - I have proof, though.”

Henrik shrugs. “Okay, sure”

But Chase looks disheartened. “You think it’s a bad idea.”

“It just depends if you’re really serious about it, that’s all. The casual dating seems to be going fine without magic talk. You don’t have to tell her if you’re not planning on her being around forever.”

Chase looks down at the ground. “We are really serious,” he mumbles, but Henrik doesn’t seem to hear.

“I know you can handle yourself. Hell, maybe the cameras could even meet her then. Come on, though, we gotta find JJ. To Stacy’s?”

Henrik holds out a hand for him. Chase nods and takes it, and they pass through the mirror together.

Anonymous asked:

Yeaaaah, let's go see the babies!!! How are they? It's been two years?? I bet we won't even recognize them, they'll just be all grown up.

On the other side of the magic mirror in Chase’s room, there’s a laundry room with a churning washing machine. Chase smiles at the stacks of tiny kids’ clothes arranged in the room and knocks on the laundry room door, which is locked from the outside.

“We don’t want to be intruding on Stace’s privacy, so she lets me keep the mirror here and locks the door,” Chase says, with the sort of pride a general might have while announcing an armistice. “She lets me come by a lot. And the kids are great! Hunter really is getting so big, it’s insane.”

A pitter-patter of feet approaches the door. “Daddy?”

“Hi, pumpkin,” calls Chase.

“Daddy!”

“Hey, will you ask Mommy if I can come over just for a couple minutes?”

“Okay, Papa!”

“That little voice,” laughs Henrik. “We should have brought them sweets.”

“Hey, you’re not the one who gets in trouble with Stacy when we bring them too much sugar!”

Stacy’s there a minute later, pulling open the door. “Chase! I didn’t know you were coming by.”

“I texted you!”

“Oh, sorry. Tub disaster.”

“Tub disaster? Do I want to know what that means?”

“Ask your son.”

Hunter is at Stacy’s feet, squealing and wearing sopping wet bath trunks. Chase laughs and scoops him up, kissing his round face, although Hunter is starting to get heavy. “Hi, baby.”

“Hi, Papa.”

“Dad!”

There’s a flash of color on the stairs in the other room. Izzy flickers into view and then out of it again, reappearing in a flourish of glitches in the kitchen, and then popping into existence in front of Chase. Chase gasps and grabs her out of the air, even though Izzy is definitely too big to be easy to hold nowadays. “Izzy! What did I say about glitching in the air?”

“I knew you’d catch me,” she giggles, and she buries her face in his shoulder. Henrik laughs and shakes his head at Stacy, who looks equally exasperated.

“How goes the magic?” he asks.

“She’s much more in control,” Stacy tells him. “Thank God. No more finding her stuck on the roof or underneath the car. Marvin has definitely helped.”

“And the Swedish Magical Society?”

“Has been amazing to work with. She even knows some other magical kids now. Yeah, they aren’t like the British ones JJ has had problems with. They welcomed us with open arms. There’s less than fifty magicians in the whole country, you know. They stick close.”

“I’m glad,” says Henrik, and as soon as the kids’ attention turns, they’re leaping at him too. He kisses them both soundly on the sides of their head.

“So, Stace,” says Chase, stretching out his already aching arms. Yeah, the kids are getting big. “JJ been through here?”

“What? No. He doesn’t come on his own.”

“Dammit. He’s missing today.”

“Missing? That’s… is he okay?”

“We’re trying to figure that out,” says Chase grimly.

Anonymous asked:

Hey there, Stacy, Izzy, Hunter! We're here, too! Only ever harbingers of pleasant things and no stress, totally promise for sure.

What are the chances of JJ sneaking through? Easy house to not be seen in today?

“Oh, wow! You have those out again! That’s - I shouldn’t take this as a bad thing, should I?” asks Stacy.

“Hey, they said they’re only harbingers of pleasant things,” Chase grins. “Look, JJ got them out. We don’t know why or what he’s up to. Could he sneak through here at all?”

“Well, I know JJ could bust that doorknob if he ever needed to, but the laundry room has been locked all night. If he came through, there’d be damage. Unless somebody glitched him!”

Izzy laughs, trying to jump onto Henrik’s back for a ride. “Nooo, not me. I would have told, anyway. And I don’t know most of what Uncle JJ says unless he has a translator.”

Chase and Henrik glance at each other and shrug. “Guess he’s not been through here.”

the-earnest-system asked:

What’s discontinued mean? When you were talking about JJ

More viewpoints begin popping up, and soon enough you have several cameras active, camcorders to thumbnail-sized spyware cams. Marvin’s at the table in the dining room of his house, pulling old cameras out of a box.

“JJ wasn’t in the forest,” he announces, a frown etched into his features. “Figured if we’re getting the cameras out we’d better have all hands on deck. Damn, half of these are out of batteries.

"Discontinued? It means he stopped taking his meds.” Marvin sighs. “It was a while back, after Jackie stopped visiting as much. JJ didn’t tell anyone he wanted to stop taking his meds, and we… I didn’t notice fast enough. He started acting weird, but I didn’t realize what it was. Then he had a full-blown… I don’t know what it was. I was scared he would snap. He said there was a red man in our house, or a red-throated man, I think, and he started talking about how he was going to be dragged to hell with Anti. It really scared us. But before we could talk him down, he ran off. We couldn’t find him for hours - turned out he had jammed himself so far back in the shed we didn’t see him even though we checked there. He was catatonic, hallucinating about snakes crawling up his legs.”

Marvin’s voice cracks for a second and he clears his throat, turning his face away from you.

“Yeah, so… he was in the hospital a couple days to steady out. When he got back, we all had a talk about why he’d done that, and he started talking about how he just wanted to feel normal for a couple days, and wanted to see what would happen if he stopped. The medication has been such an enormous help, and getting the actual psych care he needs for the first time in years… he’s been a different person, and much happier. But I still think it’s really hard for him sometimes, between the psychosis and the mutism. I try to treat him with as much independence as the others, I know how important that is, but… well, I just wish he hadn’t done this. He better be okay.”

scunneredzombie asked:

Does is really feel like a psychosis thing, boys? As someone who also has it, he wasnt showing many symptoms. His expressions were clear and he seemed grounded and sure of himself. I think he actually is headed somewhere important. Could the directions he left have to do with time travel? Like, as in talk of moving through timelines?

Marvin considers carefully. “His expressions were clear… that’s a big thing with him. He gets that flat affect when he’s psychotic. And sometimes he’s frantic, too, but it sounds like he was calm. Maybe he is just planning something, and I sort of… sort of prefer to believe he’s psychotic, because that makes more sense than him just running off into danger without letting me help. Lately none of them seem to let me help.”

Marvin looks glum for a second. “Alright, let’s assume he’s not psychotic. But the time travel? I don’t know. That would scare me. He can change huge things if he starts playing with timelines, and he knows that. Or worse, screw up his progress by visiting things in the past that the rest of us can’t and shouldn’t go back to.”

Chase and Henrik come out of the bedroom, shrugging at Marvin. “He’s not been there,” says Chase. “But Stacy said to text her if she can help with anything.”

“Kids doing good?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” Marvin presses his palms into the table for a second, nodding around at the cameras. “Okay. Before we start talking about time travel, we should check the portal to Brighton.”

“Maybe he’s just there with Jackie and Max,” says Henrik. “Maybe we’ve been worrying over nothing.”

“There’s the optimism I didn’t know you had in you,” says Marvin proudly. He steps over to start trying to kiss Henrik’s face, much to Henrik’s chagrin. From the way Henrik starts snapping and shoving at him while Marvin laughs, this may be a daily occurrence. Chase just snickers.

“I’ll text Jackie.”

the-earnest-system asked:

You mentioned JJ has work today? What’s his job?

Chase laughs a little awkwardly. “Oh, boy. He’s always changing jobs… and, uh, sometimes getting fired when he loses interest. He works with this program that helps find jobs for people with disabilities, so that’s been a big help, but he just gets bored, I think. Right now, he’s working at an aquarium in town. Should we call and tell them he’s sick?”

“No,” says Henrik firmly. “We’ve talked about this. He can make his own decisions, and if he didn’t call out himself, that’s up to him.”

“Jackie’s not texting back,” adds Chase. “Let’s go swarm his place anyway.”

Anonymous asked:

Whoo, got all the cameras back out!! Set us up in some strategic places before heading out, folks, and then everybody buddy-systems with at least one camera, we're taking overnightwatch!

The directions being timelines is a good thought - maybe to the past, then staying put a little, then the future, and then.. whatever a staircase means in that context. Plus the girl? We don't know any other time travellers or magicians that J's on good terms with, do we?

“Good idea.” Marvin picks a camera up. “I’ll leave one in JJ’s room in case he comes back. You’ll let us know right away, right? Hell, it’s still kind of crazy that we’re talking again. I’m glad you guys are here… I would be even more freaked out if JJ just left us a note and a gun. You two clip some cameras on, okay?”

Marvin leaves a view in JJ’s room before heading into Jackie’s old room with the twins. The place has been stripped of Jackie’s many trinkets and decorations, but it leaves a cozy guest room behind.

“The girl’s really interesting,” Henrik agrees. “I don’t get that at all.”

“Maybe she is another magician, like the camera says,” Chase suggests. “Because then, JJ could show her the portal without her freaking out.”

“That’s true. She’s not likely to be just a civilian. Marvin, could it be another Irish magician?”

Marvin hums. “Not sure. A little blond girl? Don’t know who that would be from my order off the top of my head.”

“Has he been going out with anyone lately?” asks Chase. “He’s into girls.”

Marvin snorts. “If he was seeing someone, I doubt he would have told us. This is the first time he’s snuck off like this, but he does disappear for the day sometimes. Just usually texts me back to let me know he’s okay. He likes being the mystery man of the family every now and then. And that’s coming from me.”

scunneredzombie asked:

Oh wow, Jackie doesn't live with you all? That's really massive progress for him, I'm a little blown away! Kudos to him! Have he and Max been well?

“It still kind of blows me away, too,” Marvin says, something wistful in his tone.

Henrik and Chase are moving through the mirror in the guest room. Marvin grins. “Of course, he’s right over here if we need him.”

He follows them through the portal and into a spare room not too different from the one they just came through, cozy and ready for guests. Marvin has used this bed more than once, just when he needed to feel close to his older brother - and maybe, occasionally, sleep beside him again. He touches the covers as the twins open the door of the room. This one’s not locked: they can come and go as they please.

“Jackie!” hollers Chase. “It’s me, your favorite!”

“Whatever,” Marvin retorts.

“Max, Jackie! Hey, lovebirds.”

Nobody answers. Chase sighs and gets out his phone to call Jackie, frowning as he hears a buzzing coming from another room. He darts away to look, and Marvin hears him groaning a moment later. “Jackie left his phone here! We’re going to have to wait for him to come back.”

“We could text Max,” Henrik says.

“Well, try, but you know Max is the worst about checking his phone.”

Marvin sits down on the bed. “The two of them have been good, though, haven’t they? Max is the fire chief now, and Jackie works there with him as a firefighter. Which has been a really good thing for him. He needs the adrenaline, I think - although I worry about him being too much of a hero and getting himself hurt, one day. But they’re both still so sweet on each other… you’ll see. Lovesick.”

Chase flops onto the bed too, laying himself out like a starfish. “Do we really have to wait here until Jackie and Max come back? It could be hours!”

“I don’t think we should just go wandering around Brighton without talking to him. JJ might even be with him, like we said. You have the cameras to talk to! And the video games in the living room.”

Chase groans. “Okay, but I’m going to make coffee! Lots of it! And I won’t buy Jackie more!”

“Oh, thank the Lord,” says Henrik, as Chase runs off.

Henrik’s phone buzzes and he looks down at it.

“Max?” asks Marvin hopefully.

“Uh, no,” says Henrik. “No, it’s nothing.”

He settles down on the bed to wait.

scunneredzombie asked:

Who's the text from, doc? Anything important? You're not trying to be a mystery man too, right?

Henrik scoffs, getting a little red in the face. “No… I’m not mystery man.”

Marvin just looks at him from the bed, amused.

“What?” snaps Henrik.

“Nothing.”

“It’s just my friends from Peru.”

“Good,” says Marvin calmly. “It’s great that you stay in touch with them. Why you acting weird, though?”

“I was going to tell him,” says Henrik. “I tried this morning.”

Marvin looks at him, tilting his head. Henrik sighs roughly.

“I should tell you, too.”

“Tell me, darling,” says Marvin.

“Don’t tell Chase yet.”

“Okay.”

“You know how we were on that mountain in Peru? And they always needed medical help there in the slums? I’d get called out for things like broken bones and childbirths and stitches. And I could help a little even with just a few supplies and a little know-how.”

“I do remember.”

“Well, the magicians in Peru - they’ve been setting aside some money to buy those kind of supplies. And they have space for me in their home, the convent where I was staying with them when I got away from Anti. They want me to come do some volunteer work for them up there in the mountains.”

“What?” Marvin sits up straight, beaming. “Henrik, that’s amazing! You should definitely do that!”

“It would be for six months,” says Henrik miserably.

Marvin shakes his head rapidly. “No, no, don’t worry about that. It would be so good for you and so good for the community out there. And they’ll pay for you to come? Henrik, you have to do this.”

“I think I would like to,” he says in a small voice. “I just worry about - ”

“You don’t have to worry about Chase, Schneep.”

“No, but it’s not that simple,” he returns, voice harsh for a moment. “Because that’s my twin, no matter if Anti was the one who said so, and we have not been separated in a long time. Do you remember how hard it was for us to sleep when we started forcing ourselves to sleep apart? It’s still hard sometimes! I want him to come as my nurse, but it would mean he would have to give up his job out here.”

Marvin sets his head on Henrik’s shoulder, sighing. “Honey… I love that you work in research, now, with your consulting job, but you spend so much time in the house, and you haven’t even tried working directly with patients again. Even when we get hurt, Chase stitches us up.”

Henrik’s stony-faced beside him. “You think I can’t handle it.”

“No, Schneep, what I’m saying is that, if this is a chance for you to go try that again - to maybe get that part of yourself back in a place where you feel safe… it could be really good for you. And I know how much the Ravens still want to see you.”

Schneep stares out the window. “Yeah,” he says, in a small, sad voice that doesn’t really match his usual self.

the-earnest-system asked:

What’s nothing?

Henrik shows you the phone. There’s a whole groupchat there, with him and some names you recognize, like Hermann and Nina and Genesis and JP. The last few are just different numbers insisting that he has to come, and then a picture of someone’s baby.

Anonymous asked:

HENRIK gained: +1 secret

“No!” protests Henrik. “It’s not! I just - just - I was going to talk to him.”

He sighs and buries his face in his hands. Marvin hums and hugs him. “You’re going to have to tell him today, when we get a minute.”

“Yeah… yeah.”

the-earnest-system asked:

That sounds wonderful! Outside of talking to Chase, are you feeling excited for it? And firefighting sounds perfect for Jackie.

“He’s a madman,” says Marvin. “You should see the light come on in his eyes when that damn alarm goes off. He’s really good at it. Although he’s also sleeping with his boss…”

“I’d be excited to go,” Henrik redirects, looking down at his phone again. “The Ravens were a huge part of me… returning to myself. And getting away, eventually. Their magic saved all our lives.”

“I wish I could turn you into a rat again,” says Marvin. “Will you bring back another talisman like that?”

“Absolutely not.”

Anonymous asked:

Well, do you know how Chase feels already about his job out here? Maybe he'd prefer Peru?

“I think he likes the job,” says Henrik. “But I know he wants to work with me as a doctor again! We would have a really good time. Maybe he will be excited.”

You catch a glimpse of concern on Marvin’s face, but he doesn’t speak up.

Anonymous asked:

HENRIK gained: -1 secret

“Who’s talking about secrets?” asks Chase, bustling back into the room with three mugs of coffee precariously clutched in his fingers. “I wanna know!”

“We were talking about Marvin’s hemorrhoids,” says Henrik calmly.

Marvin shoves him off the bed, leaning down to whack him with a pillow a few times for good measure, and Chase cracks up. He distributes their coffee - and tea, for Marvin. Henrik’s is black with two sugars, just as he likes it. He drinks his coffee from the floor and tries not to look guilty while doing it.

Anonymous asked:

Maybe J's whole motivation is just to make you all talk to and be little menaces to each other for the day, lol. Looks like Jackie and Max are overdue for it! Any more new critters to look out for here? Pets at home gonna be alright alone for a while? What games (and coffee) does Jackie keep around?

“Oh, yeah, he’s just sending us on a wild goose chase,” laughs Marvin. “That would be kind of funny, actually, after I’d kicked his ass.”

“Max and Jackie don’t have pets, but I think they are kind of dog people,” Chase answers you. “At our place, we’ve got Noodle, Peanuts, and Jam. We did go ahead and get Noodle fixed - I know, sad - but we’ve talked about kittens for the girls. Their parents were kind of fancy cats.”

“Yeah, Queenie was a pure-bred,” Marvin agrees. “They’ll be fine at home. Because the forest is contained and there are no wild animals they can hurt or be hurt by, they have free run of the place.”

“Jackie’s coffee is mediocre at best,” says Henrik, who has taken to exclusively drinking this one really dark blend of coffee that he orders from overseas, because apparently he can tell a difference. “What games do they have? About any video game you could want, I think, and then some nerdy board games.”

“Totally hypocritical for you to call anything nerdy,” Chase says, and then it’s his turn to get whacked with a pillow.

Anonymous asked:

Aww, little H coffee snob! Very appropriate, good coffee is crucial. Thoughts on espresso, anyone?

And, you mentioned today was Jackie and Max's day off. Given their day jobs, they're not exactly homebodies; are we just waiting until they get back from errands or appointment or rock climbing or whatever they like to do in their free time? I don't support M has any, sort of, "where are you right now, buddy?" magic?

“I would take espresso,” says Henrik hungrily.

“Don’t give him that much caffeine,” Chas warns.

“Technically, I could scry, but that takes hours and a ton of energy,” sighs Marvin.

“If they are out and about, Max will eventually see the text message,” says Chase, raising his hands in a shrug. “But he, like, always forgets to check his phone. Maybe they’re just out getting groceries or something. I hope it’s not a date or something, cause, uh. We’re currently crashing it.”

nikkilbook asked:

Y’all, I think I know where he’s going.

The lost timeline of the first time you tried to get into Brighton, where you were accosted by those two Robins that were posing as cops, who accused JJ of being a “changeling,” whatever the means in this context. I think he might be trying to resolve that, or something related to it. Maybe get the Robins to untwist their panties after all this time.

There’s a slow pause as they try to absorb your message.

“It is time-travel stuff,” Henrik murmurs.

Chase looks at Marvin. “What are they talking about?”

Marvin stands up. He’s gone white, eyes flickering down to you and away again, reading and re-reading. He sticks the nail of his thumb in his mouth and bites.

“The British magicians here are controlling and old-fashioned, with no tolerance for interlopers. I have attempted to establish relationships with their leader, this fucker named Creighton, and he wants nothing to do with the Irish. That’s how far back their discrimination goes. If other magicians enter the country - whether they’ve come in legally or not - whether they even know that they’re magicians or not - kids or adults - Creighton and his gang drive them out. However they have to do it.

"You’re talking about an alternate timeline where we tried to come to Brighton instead of Ireland after Anti died? I know Jackie considered it. It’s completely possible. And if we entered the country without Anti’s safeguards, they would have immediately sensed both JJ and I… and pounced on us.

"I’ve been able to register myself in their system as a visitor, so they don’t come after me when I come to Brighton. They know I run the Lapwings. They don’t truck with me. But JJ always refused to get registered with them… he said his magical signature wasn’t normal. I always assumed Anti knew about that and told him, but what if he did encounter the British magicians in that alternate timeline, and they saw him as a threat?”

Marvin’s breathing is picking up now, his hands clutched into fists. “He hates the magicians here. He’s always talking about how they need to change completely. What if he did decide to come deal with them? What if he’s with them now? Why wouldn’t he tell me, why wouldn’t he bring me with him?”

“Marvin,” warns Chase, getting to his feet and holding his hands out. “We’re okay, dude. We’re okay.”

“They could take him - they could keep him locked up - he has no idea what they could do! He thinks just because he has the time magic - this isn’t safe! My little brother isn’t safe!”

“I’m going to try Max again,” says Henrik, getting to his feet and putting his phone to his ear.

“They’ll hurt my little brother,” Marvin gasps, sliding down to his knees, and Chase is there to steady him, grabbing him and rubbing his back, murmuring reassurances to him. “They won’t give him his medicine - he’ll get sick again - he’ll get hurt again - he’ll get locked up again - I can’t get to him, he’s all alone in that attic and I can’t get to my baby brother, and he’s crying - ”

“Marvin,” says Chase. “Marvin. Marvin. Stay here with me. Stay here.”

“This is not safe,” Marvin pants. “This is not safe. Where’s Jackie? I don’t want this to be happening. I can’t do this again.”

“Sh, sh, we’re right here.”

Chase folds himself around Marvin, and listens to the tense ringing of Henrik’s phone.

Okay, guys, I’m going to call it here for today, but THANK YOU SO MUCH. That was a blast and we are only getting started. I’m so glad you guys are still here and that we could jump back into this. I wasn’t sure I would be able to get right in again, but you all made it easy!

Please feel free to keep sending any asks you like! It can be about the current topic, something they already touched on, or about anything else you want to see addressed at some point. As always, if I can’t get to an ask right away, I will save it for later and work it back in.

I think I will be able to do more tomorrow, but if not, I will be back on a weekday! Sorry about the cliffhanger - hope I’ve caught your interest.

Thanks!

Anonymous asked:

(OOC, thank you for running a little return event!! It's so delightful to see the boys again and I'm so invested in this little chapter. Great hook, great writing as always, and great fun! &lt;;3)

Thank you, hope it will be fun for everyone! I think the reason I was not able to run one before was because I didn’t know how to just have a sit-down catch-up session with them. So I threw some plot in and I think it’s helping lol

Anonymous asked:

Ok, let's think details. A girl in a red scarf. We've only met a few blondes over the time we were with you, if it's not someone new. A handgun. Stairs. Something golden he wanted hidden. Do any of these ALL at once tie to a place you've been or a period of your lives? I think a physical place is more likely, considering he packed a bag.

Henrik steps out of the guest room with his phone to his ear, glancing at your messages and trying to think. He shifts his hand to feel the cool weight of the gun in his jacket. It’s different than the one Anti used to let him have, but it’s still the same type. Chase used to man the big guns, but Henrik - he had that little silver gun, tucked away just in case.

“He knew we’d need to defend ourselves too,” he mumbles, rubbing at his head.

“I do not know what the rest of it means, the gold or the girl or the stairs. But I have to believe that JJ knew what he was doing. He must have meant for us to follow. And in fact, it must have been so important that he chose to do it this way even though he knew it would cause us to worry.”

nikkilbook asked:

Out of curiosity, where is the train station relative to Max and Jackie’s place?

Chase is bent over Marvin in the guest room, trying to calm him down. “He’ll be okay. The train? I don’t know where an actual train station would be, but you can get to the Brighton Line a couple blocks down. We take it to go to the beach or out to eat sometimes.”

nikkilbook asked:

Is there a particular reason why we aren’t CALLING Max?

“I’m calling, I’m calling,” says Henrik, waving you off.

scunneredzombie asked:

Might be a wild guess, but could this have to do with Jack? JJ said he could only do this now, 'when he's sure'. It definitely could be an attempt at retconing the timeline.

“Why would he give us a gun if he was going to Jack?” whimpers Marvin. “And we always made decisions about that together. Why didn’t he tell me? Never lets me help…”

“Retcon-ing the timeline is a dangerous idea,” says Chase. “Whatever he’s up to, I hope he has thought this through more than once. He could end up snapping something and wind up in a timeline with completely different versions of us. It’s not just unsafe, it’s world-changing.”

nikkilbook asked:

Do any of you have a “Find My Friends” style app where you can see where someone’s phone is? You could try and ping Max, or even JJ.

“We do actually have something like that, but JJ turned his location off a few months back, said we didn’t need to be tracking him. He thought it stressed Jackie out more than - Max, hi!”

Henrik grips at his phone, straightening up. “You bastard, I texted you forever ago, twice - listen, are you with Jackie?”

He listens for a minute, pacing in a circle. “Okay. Hell, I don’t know where to start. JJ’s missing and it could be trouble. Have you heard from him at all today? Dammit. Yes, if you can - yeah, we are. Please. Okay, and we’ll watch for Jackie. See you soon.”

He hangs up the phone and steps back into the guest room. “Max is coming.”

“Thank goodness,” says Chase.

“But Jackie must be on a run or something, they’re not together.”

nikkilbook asked:

See if you can go back in our chat logs. I know Jackie was able to read what we said in the alternate timeline even after JJ reset back. It’s the first thing that happened after everything went down in California. I think there was a brief gap between all that and when this happened, but not too much. When it reset, we talked to Jackie as he was packing everything up and making plans for the trip. I can’t remember when it was in your time, maybe some time in summer or fall 2024? But for us, the time stamp would be March 2021. I don’t know if that’s useful to you or not. But reading the chat logs should give you and idea of how that all went down, and maybe Marv or the Ravens or the Blackbirds/Koltrasts from Sweden will be able to parse it and figure out what some of their deal is with JJ.

It’s only a few minutes later that Max is pushing through the door of his apartment with his hands full of groceries, eyes hard and hair wild. He throws his bags onto the kitchen counter, sets his hands on his hips, and turns to see you waiting in his living room.

“Oh, good,” he says. “This again.”

Henrik and Chase both come out of the guest room to rush to him, Chase babbling the situation to him in a rush of info. Max nods as he talks, stepping through him to pick up a camera and look it over. “Could we check the messages that far back?”

Chase sighs. “No. The cameras only hold onto so many messages at a time. You might be able to see today’s. Years we’ve had these cameras, but only Anti knew how they worked.”

“Because they’re more magic than tech,” Henrik interjects.

“Did you three unlock the door to the apartment when you came here?”

Henrik and Chase frown at each other. “No. We haven’t been outside the apartment.”

Max sets the camera back down. “The good news is this: he has come through here. I locked the door before I left, but when I came home and opened it, it was unlocked.”

Chase lets out this short, strained breath. “So he’s not just vanished into time. Fuck’s sake. Where would he go?”

“Let’s go set up downstairs and wait for Jackie. I need to think all this through.”

Jackie and Max live in a flat on top of what was once a coffee shop, part of the reason they liked the place to begin with. It’s gone out of business now, but they still like to go down and make themselves nice coffee and sit in the dusty chairs, looking out at their street.

Anonymous asked:

If Jackie and JJ are together doing more insane timetravel moves I'm with Marvin we're all kicking their asses

I dont think he'll be trapped, Marvin. Even if you dont know where he is, he will be okay. He's never going to be a prisoner again, and you will always get to him again. You're ok, Marvin, it's ok. - 🎒

“I hope Jackie gets here soon,” Marvin tells you forlornly, getting up from the bed at the sound of Max’s voice. His brother-in-law must take in the state of him, because he comes forward to hug Marvin, cupping the back of his head for a second.

“Hey, Marv.”

“Do you think Jackie could be with JJ?”

“I left after he did, and he left alone. Just jogging. He’ll be home soon.”

“Is there supposed to be someone hovering outside the door?” calls Chase from downstairs.

Max sighs. “We’re always getting people who think the coffee shop’s still open. Just a second, I’ll be down.”

Anonymous asked:

I think there’s a pretty solid chance that this isn’t leading to extreme disaster…. At the moment, you’re looking for your brother, who could be psychotic but we’re doubting it

just remember to breathe guys, things go a lot smoother when you have the time and give yourself the time to get enough oxygen to your brain

-🪷

“Just activates me a little,” Marvin mumbles, letting Max sit him down in an abandoned cafe chair, putting the rest of his tea back in front of him. “Thinking about him getting hurt or trapped on his own.”

“Sit tight,” says Max. “You know Jackie will handle everything once he’s here.”

Max walks outside to talk to the figure hovering by the door, just a silhouette through the papered-up windows.

the-earnest-system asked:

Does this place have security cameras? Maybe you can see which way he went

“We don’t have access to these cameras,” says Max, gesturing to the abandoned coffee shop. “They’re the landlords. And I don’t think they’re on since the shop closed down.”

He steps away from your view, and then he’s back a minute later.

scunneredzombie asked:

Any mystery person should be invesigated right now I think!

“It was just like I said,” Max tells you mildly. “Some girl, said her friend told her to meet him here, but now he’s not here. She said they were just here last night and they thought it would be open in the morning. She looked mad too, I think he stood her up! But I told her it’s closed.”

Henrik, Chase, and Marvin all look at each other in sync.

the-earnest-system asked:

What did the girl look like?

Max shrugs. “Little blonde lady. Cute but furious?”

Marvin’s up out of his chair and pushing out the door. “Hey!” he shouts.

From his camera, you see a wisp of a girl with thin blonde hair turn around to look at him indignantly. Her face creases with surprise a moment later. “What the hell, why are there two of you?”

Before he can say anything in reply, Jackie’s footsteps come thundering up the pavement towards him. “Marv!” he shouts, reaching out to grab him. “Marv, what’s going on? Where is he?”

“Jackie? What do you mean, where is he? You didn’t bring your phone with you, how - ”

“I was out for a run around the park,” pants Jackie, hands shaking as he gives something to Marvin. “And I found this on the bench where I always take a break. Is he inside? What did he do? Why are you upset, Marvin, what’s happening?”

Marvin looks down into the box in his hands. He opens it uncertainly, Chase and Henrik pushing out onto the pavement behind him.

“A fancy lock-picking kit,” he breathes. “And a note.”

Henrik takes it from him. “‘Jackie,’” he reads. “'You’re going to be really angry with me soon, but I promise it’s for a good reason. You’ll need to head home now. I love you.’”

Henrik holds it up to you. “It’s JJ’s hand-writing.”

“Who are you?” asks Chase, distracted by the girl, who’s staring at them all like they just completed mitosis. “Were you in the house last night with JJ?”

Her face changes again, wary and confused at the same time. She takes a step back from them all. Her outfit is different, but she’s still wearing that same thin red scarf, flickering in the wind.

the-earnest-system asked:

JJ really planned everything out…

“This is freaky, is what it is,” pants Jackie. He pauses, noticing Max. “Hi, tiger. What’s going on? Is he in there?”

Max shakes his head. “He left the boys a note on the cameras.”

“Oh! The cameras! Wow, hi. Okay, good to have eyes on things.”

“He left us a note,” Henrik says, leaning in close. “And also a gun.”

Jackie’s face pinches up, turning to stare at Marvin, who gives him the same pinched look back.

“Was he okay last night?” asks Jackie.

“Yeah, totally normal.”

“Fuck, JJ.” Jackie touches his forehead for a second, breathing. “This is all him, though. I don’t think anyone forced him to do this - it’s too JJ, all of it.”

the-earnest-system asked:

I bet he told the girl to come here so you would talk to her

They all turn as one to the girl in the scarf, who raises her eyebrows back at them, apparently unintimidated.

“What?” she spits.

“Did JJ tell you to meet us here?” asks Chase, holding an arm out to make sure Jackie doesn’t leap at her.

“None of your business,” she snaps. “I don’t know who you are.”

“If you know something about my little brother being gone, you better start talking there, shortstack,” Jackie tells her sharply.

She cuts him with her glare. “I’m out of here. I don’t know who any of you are. He’s an asshole for ditching me anyway.”

“Watch it,” laughs Jackie, decidedly unamused. “I’m not about to take sass from a teenager.”

She colors. “I’m twenty-four! Fuck off.”

“Sure you are.”

scunneredzombie asked:

Gentler, boys, gentler

“They’re right,” Henrik rumbles to Jackie, giving him a warning look. “Why don’t we assume she’s an ally instead of an enemy.”

“He did let her into our house,” says Chase.

“Unless she was following him,” replies Jackie. “Did he even know she was there?”

“Hold on, everyone, hold on,” sighs Max, pushing his way through the lot of them. “I’m sorry, friend, my husband and his siblings get paranoid around strangers sometimes, and today has set them all on edge. Surely you can see the resemblance to JJ - this is his family. So he didn’t meet you here? He left them a cryptic note too. We are just trying to figure out what’s going on. Were you with him last night?”

“Don’t see why I should tell you anything,” she grouses, still hugging herself defensively. “He said I should come meet him here and he’s not here. For all I know, you’re the ones who stopped him coming.”

Anonymous asked:

OK, JJ knows way too much and it's weird. Guys I think he's done this day before.

There’s a pause as the siblings absorb this, exchanging looks. Jackie stares down at his feet for a second, thinking it through.

“His eyes glow silver when he changes back. But he could have done that at any time. And if he only turned the cameras on now, they wouldn’t have gone with him the first time.”

“Hey,” hisses Chase. “Ex-nay on the agic-may in front of the girl.”

“You guys filming a vlog or what?” she asks sarcastically.

the-earnest-system asked:

Why would you be asking about where he is if you stopped him from coming?

“I don’t have to deal with this,” she says, looking down at her phone and starting to type.

“Let me guess,” says Chase. “He’s not texting you back either.”

She glares at him. “All the more reason to suspect he’s in trouble.”

Chase puffs out a breath of air. “We’re just trying to find him to get him out of trouble. There must have been a reason you came here when he asked. Aren’t you friends?”

“No way,” she says. “We were just - just working together on something. But I don’t know. Maybe this means it’s all fallen through.”

“Can we at least get your name?” asks Max. “I’m Max, and this is Jackie, Marvin, Henrik, and Chase.”

She blinks. “Marvin? And you’re Irish?”

Marvin blinks back at her. “Yes… why?”

She sets her hands on her hips, thinking.

“You wouldn’t happen to know me from… the Lapwings, would you?” he asks. “As in, the Lapwing leader?”

She doesn’t say anything, fiddling with her scarf as she stares at him.

Jackie turns his body discreetly towards his twin, signing carefully. “If she’s a magician too - a British one - she can’t be trusted.”

“JJ might have been working with her, though,” Marvin signs back. “What if he did trust her?”

“You know their leadership’s corrupt.”

“Their leadership - but what about the people under them?”

the-earnest-system asked:

If she and JJ were trying to do something about the british magicians it would make sense why she’s being so guarded

“Oh, scheisse,” spits Henrik at last, throwing his hands up. “Listen, girlie, when my brother’s well he does everything he does for a reason. He let the cameras see you in that video last night, so that we could find you too. He knew we would come check with Jackie and Max, and we found the door unlocked, and Jackie with a note exactly when and where it needed to be - and then you, here at the exact same time Jackie and Max come home. And nobody keeps time like JJ.

"He meant for us to meet up, and I think the cameras are right, he did this whole day once and worked out the kinks, because whatever this is, it’s important. And it’s dangerous too, because he gave me this.”

He pulls out just the barrel of his gun, holding up the other hand in surrender. “You two were working on something, huh? Something dangerous. And I know you know it’s dangerous too, because you’ve also got a gun in your damn bag.”

She clutches her purse protectively, showing him her teeth.

“Yeah, I tend to notice things like that after spending my whole life trying to hide everything from pocketknives to snipers from the rest of the world.”

He shoves the gun back down, folding his arms over his chest. “JJ meant for us to meet up and work together, so why don’t we all - Chase, what’s the phrase?”

“Chill the fuck out?” suggests Chase.

“Yes, thank you, darling, and we can come inside and have a damn coffee while you tell us what exactly it is you know.”

She stares at him, gripping her purse.

“And your name, please,” he adds. “Hi.”

Something deflates in her, leaving her annoyed and exhausted.

“Fuck,” she says. “I hate this.”

And then, she adds: “Call me Quintrell.”