#he’ll watch cable and read laying on the living room couch

[shewhoeatssand]

my insatiable need to hold his face and kiss his cheeks and tell him he is more perfect than any of God’s creations and watch him reply “oh ok”

[deansawthetvglow]

dean’s knees pop as he crouches down to prepare a fire. his hands are softer than they used to be, so he tries his best to avoid splinters as cas hands him the wood from out on the deck. it’s a domestic picture. their home smells of pine and apple pie.

dean takes his lighter and flicks it on, he sets fire to electric bills used as tinder and watches as the flames lick up onto the dry of the wood.

fire is a gentle act now.

he stays down on his knees for just a moment longer before he’s standing with a groan and letting cas put a hand on his shoulder to steady him.

“i’m getting too damn old to handle this cold, cas”

but cas just smiles, eyes wrinkling at the sides. says “and isn’t that wonderful?”

dean’s about to reply when the doorbell rings.

jack’s here with salem. dean stands at the top of the stairs while cas goes down to the entry to welcome them in. the cold air blasts in from outside and dean grumbles about ‘what’s the point of a fire if you’re gonna keep the damn door open?’ cas shoots him a look from the entry way and dean feels any amount of resentment melt away.

salem is the first to reach him, bounding up the stairs and wrapping themself around dean’s leg like some kind of vine.

‘hey kiddo’ he grins down and ruffles their hair.

‘hi grampy!’

salem’s getting big, bigger every time he sees them, and damn he swore he wouldn’t cry, but his vision blurs behind his glasses anyways.

he decides to walk towards the fire and salem giggles, clinging to his leg. he loves messing with the kid, he’ll be damned if he ain’t the fun grandpa.

he’s trying to wiggle salem and his leg around the living room when jack and cas emerge from the staircase into the hall. dean grins like he’s been caught with his hand in the cookie jar and cas grins back. then he’s looking at jack.

jack is taller than cas and broad. the kid used to be a string bean, but he’s filled out. it’s probably from all the hunting he’s been doing (dean does not approve) but you gotta pick your battles when your son is god.

jack smiles and cas takes his hand off from where it was resting on his shoulder so jack can move towards dean and pull him into a hug. salem giggles as they are squished between jack and dean, but dean barely notices.

his son is strong, and he’s so fucking proud of him.

“hey son.” he murmurs.

jack pulls back, keeping his hands on dean’s shoulders.

“hello dad”

cas looks on and his heart swells.

the day passes by. snow starts falling at half-past noon, and the apple pie is finished not long after, despite being meant for after dinner. they play the game of life, salem loves driving the little car game pieces around the board and declaring that they can have whatever house they want from the card deck.

dean and jack drink hot coffee while cas brings out a few old toy sets to show salem. they all end up on the carpet putting together legos and laying wooden train tracks all around the floor.

when night falls, jack decides to stay the night as the snow is falling in flurries and the drive home isn’t very safe.

dean admires his caution, that despite everything, jack remains humble, aware of the risks living a true life can bring.

jack keeps trying to put salem to sleep but they keep running down into the living room to hear what the adults are talking about, ‘cause they don’t wanna miss out.

the third time it happens, before jack can sigh and go to stand, dean calls salem to his side on the couch. they curl up next to him, small hands fisting in his soft cable knit sweater. the light of the fire is flickering, but dean thinks it’ll do.

he gives castiel a look, and that’s all cas needs to stand and head to their bedroom to grab something.

he returns with a book in hand, a worn, small book with yellow dog-eared pages.

dean’s heart thumps in his chest, all these years and cas knowing him, really knowing him, is all it takes to start the butterflies.

damn, he loves him.

dean gazes up at cas as he hands him the book, and admires him for a moment. jack hums and breaks the moment. cas settles down on dean’s other side, pressing close and warm.

salem has been waiting patiently when they ask “what’s that grampaw?”

“a story, kid. would you like me to read it to you?”

“is it a good story?”

cas interjects, “a very good story, salem.”

dean glances over at cas and gives him a quick kiss to the cheek. he hears salem snort but they don’t say anything to tease.

dean looks over at where jack is admiring the scene before him, at his dads cuddling up to his most precious creation, his child. his heart pitter patters in his chest, his soul in tact and filling with deep affection. he’s the luckiest son on earth.

jack is broken out of his reverie when the fire pops and dean clears his throat to begin reading. he adjusts his glasses, pulls salem in closer with one hand and holds the book in the other.

so it goes:

“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.”

[fekst-fucker]

Okay but Habit, EJ, Masky, and Hoody with a s/o that loves and follows cartoons! They collect DVD sets and merch, they try to catch the episodes on tv, etc! :DD

Ok listen. I hate those “write about a tv show that impacted you!” bc NO show has had an impact on me EXCEPT for the Amazing World of Gumball. So people are saying shit like “Dexter” “Criminal Minds” “Breaking Bad” n I have to say “ᴬ ᶜᵃʳᵗᵒᵒⁿ ᴺᵉᵗʷᵒʳᵏ ᶜᵃʳᵗᵒᵒⁿ”

Habit

- While supportive of you and your hobbies, he’s also gonna be a dick about it

- Like yeah he’s gonna get the best cable he can so you can watch your shows, he’s gonna just happen to run into merch from the show that he takes and gives to you, and he’s gonna shuts his associates up if they’re over and make an off-handed comment about you watching the show or all the paraphernalia around the house, but he’s also gonna come into the living room while you’re watching your show and go “heh. You’re watching your kid shit again”

- And then accidentally get sucked into watching it. He’s so busy and driven all the time that as soon as he encounters something low energy (like watching tv) he just kinda shuts down

- Like he falls asleep next to you on the couch all the time. It’s gotten to the point where if he’s tired he’ll mumble “put the show on” and just collapse next to you

Eyeless Jack

- Honestly it’s been a long long time since Jack has watched TV. Especially cartoons. Being reminded that he can’t see color bums him out

- He really only interacted with horror movies, maybe scarier cartoons or animated film like Courage the Cowardly Dog or films like Coraline

- And that’s.… not really what you watch. At least, it’s not the defining genre that you watch

- But Jack loves getting you gifts! They’re an easy, sweet way to show love, and you having a super clear hobby is useful to him. He’s a lil oblivious (not his fault!!) so he struggles with picking up hints

- But this is easy for him! He brings you cute little figurines or clothes, and keeps an eye on your collectibles to see what you still need and what you already have

- He doesn’t really watch tv with you. He’s more one to just be in the same space doing something else, like reading or just laying over you. It’s his quality chillax time

Hoodie

- I mean, he collected stuff when he was a kid, and of course he watched stuff on tv, but he was never super invested

- He’s pretty neutral to your tv habits. He doesn’t actively watch anything with you- maybe if there’s a remake of a classic show he’ll pop in for a minute or two- but he’s really not of a cartoon person

- Honestly?? He’s a true crime guy. Syfy and ID are his go-to channels

- Yes, he still has cable tv. Why do all of these guys still live in the early 2000s

- So he makes sure to get you any channels you might need to watch your cartoons (through piracy babey) and also holds up a Netflix and Hulu subscription (also through piracy babey!!!!)

- If you need a Disney plus channel. If you HAVE to have it. He will reluctantly get it for you

- Grumbling the whole time about how stupid it is that they own Hulu and now they needed another streaming platform and why is it seven dollars and they’re gonna raise it anyway

- Why are you complaining dude you don’t pay for any of the services anyway!

- Speaking of he 100% steals the most merch for you. He’s accidentally gotten you doubles and even triples of what you have

Masky

- If this poor man has to watch one more episode of Adventure Time or, like, Regular Show

- Jeff and Ben would leave it on all day long. They wouldn’t even watch it. But as soon as Tim came in to turn it off they’d do the “hEy WhAt ThE hElL wE’Re WaTcHiNg tHaT”

- But he does everything he can to make you happy, so if those kind of shows are your jam, he lets you be. Even if you want him in the room, he’ll stay with you

- He’ll just be doing something else, like reading or going over bills or other paperwork involving… whatever’s going on in the mansion

- He also has headphones in to tune it out, so it’s useless to try and involve him in the jokes on TV. So now you, Jeff, and Ben all have inside jokes, but Tim is so stubborn about not watching “kid’s shows” that he just submits to being out of the loop

- If you want to involve him more with cartoons, you have to show him that it’s not just a kid’s medium. Get him to watch Midnight Gospel or something, it’s not his vibe but it’s a start

[evanbuckley-heartofgold]

Day 5: Domestic

@buddiefirstkissweek

Summary: Buck helps Eddie with a nightmare. 

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It’s a quiet night. Warm summer air wafts in through the open windows of the Diaz residence and the faint sound of humming cicadas fills the air. In the stillness, Buck stares up at the ceiling. The living room is dark, the only light coming from the clock on the cable box. And though it’s the middle of the night, Buck finds himself unable to sleep.

His thoughts keep whirling in circles. And at the center of all of them is Eddie. Eddie, his best friend, and the guy he’s been in love with for months. In his head he replays every interaction they’ve had. Does Eddie feel the same? What would Eddie do if he told him how he feels?

But Buck knows he will never have that strength. He won’t be able to tell Eddie how he feels knowing it is a possibility that Eddie will hate him and never wants to see him again. It’s fine, Buck convinces himself. He’ll be okay if Eddie never knows.

Buck rolls onto his side, squishing the pillow as he tries to make himself more comfortable. Sleep would be really nice right about now.

But suddenly Buck is thankful he is still awake when he hears a cry coming from the hall. He throws the blanket off and is down the hall in an instant. He finds the cries not coming from Christopher’s room, but from Eddie’s.

Buck doesn’t hesitate to open the door. Eddie’s legs are tangled in the sheets as he kicks wildly, his breathing much too fast for Buck’s liking as he cries out, mumbling things Buck doesn’t understand.

“Eddie!” Buck hisses. He moves to Eddie’s side and shakes him awake. “Eddie!” Buck tries again when Eddie doesn’t wake up. Buck shakes his shoulder one more time and then Eddie’s eyes open wide. He shoves Buck away, grasping tightly at the blankets, eyes darting around the room like he’s looking for someone to be there. “It’s just a dream, Eds,” Buck assures him softly. “You’re safe.”

That makes Eddie’s eyes land on Buck for the first time, “Buck?”

“Yeah,” Buck sits on the edge of the bed, “I’m here. Can I touch you?”

Eddie nods, “I-I can’t breathe.”

Buck is quick to take Eddie’s hand and place it on his chest, “I need you to breath with me, okay?” Eddie nods shakily. “Okay.” Buck begins taking long exaggerated breaths and Eddie tries to copy. But it’s not working. “Eddie you need to try to breathe.” He moves Eddie’s hand to rest on the side of Buck’s ribcage so Eddie can feel the dramatic rise and fall of his lung. “In and out.”

“I-I can’t,” Eddie whispers.

“You can,” Buck insists. “Come on.” Buck moves one hand to Eddie’s cheek, making Eddie focus only on him. “Breathe.” Buck mimes another breath and to his relief, Eddie tries to copy him. It takes a few minutes before Eddie’s breath finally evens out and Buck takes his hand off of Eddie’s cheek.

“Sorry about that,” Eddie leans away from Buck and tries to make himself appear smaller. “I’m sure you were asleep and I-”

“I wasn’t asleep,” Buck interrupts. “You don’t need to apologize, Eddie. You’ve helped me and Chris with nightmares, it’s high time I returned the favor.”

“Thank you.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” Buck asks gently.

Eddie shakes his head, “I just want to go back to sleep.”

“Okay, I’ll be on the couch-”

“Stay?” Eddie looks at Buck with such vulnerability that Buck can’t imagine a world where he says no.

He nods and shifts to lay down by Eddie as he draws the covers over them. In the darkness Buck can’t help but watch Eddie. He’s so beautiful, Buck thinks. Even with dried tears and red eyes, Eddie is the single most attractive person Buck has ever seen. When Buck meets Eddie’s eyes, he finds that Eddie is watching him in a similar fashion. On a whim, Buck reaches out and gently touches Eddie’s cheekbone, his heart fluttering when Eddie leans into the touch.

“Buck,” Eddie’s voice seems loud in the dark room, “can I kiss you?”

Buck smiles softly, “Yeah.” Eddie shifts to be close enough that their noses just brush and he leans the rest of the way in, kissing Buck.

Buck can’t help but smile as Eddie pulls back, “I think I’m in love with you,” he breathes.

“Yeah?” Eddie smiles and Buck nods. “Me too.”

A dopey grin spreads across Buck’s face as he leans into kiss Eddie once more. This can’t be real, this can’t be happening. Did they really just…? Buck falls asleep before he can finish the thought.

Buck wakes in the morning to find a heavy weight on his chest. He blinks his eyes open and finds that sometime in the night Eddie must have rolled over and laid his head on Buck’s chest. Buck can’t help the affectionate smile he gets at the sight of Eddie fast asleep on top of him.

This is real. Eddie kissed him last night and said he was in love with him. Holy shit.

He longs to reach out and run his fingers through Eddie’s hair, it’s getting a bit long. But he doesn’t know what they are. They kissed last night but does it mean anything? Was it just Eddie seeking comfort after his nightmare?

“I can hear you thinking?” Eddie complains as he wakes up. Buck feels Eddie’s eyelashes flutter against his skin. “What’s going on?” And shit, Eddie looks up at Buck with his big brown eyes, hair all mussed up from sleep and all the air leaves Buck’s lungs.

“I like this,” Buck blurts out.

“What do you like?” Eddie asks teasingly, moving so that he is lying chest to chest with Buck.

“Waking up with you,” Buck blushes.

“Kissing me?”

“Yeah, that too.”

[inkribbon796]

The Lost Ones Ch. 3

Chapter 3: The Underworld Prince of Egoton

Summary: Dark is sure of many things: a kid is a bad idea, they live dangerous lives. But Wilford disagrees.

A/N: So chapter 4-5 (6?) is coming out next week. These chapters are already beefy and the next couple of chapters which look like there might be three and not two look like they’re going to take more than a day or two to write. Sorry I had to break them up like this but there’s a natural time break so I divided them up here.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Dark didn’t actually take a horrendously long time to find Wilford. It was the last place he expected, and by then a significant portion of his anger had cooled.

After searching the radio station, the warehouses, and the cabin, Dark found Wil in the Manor, the baby in his lap. He was showing the baby a picture book on the floor of the master bedroom. There was a mess of baby formula on the floor, and the front of the kid’s light green onesie was already stained with milk.

He was reading The Very Hungry Caterpillar with a huge smile on his face, seemingly unaware that the baby was more interested in trying to eat the book instead of reading it.

But what paused Dark wasn’t the objectively adorable domestic sight in front of him, it was the wire frame crib that Dark had thought he’d hidden in the farthest reaches of the attic.

Dark’s red soul completely stilled in her anger, his blue soul was getting a bit fidgety, wanting his cane to twist and hold onto.

Wilford stuck his finger out of one of the strawberries and wiggled it on the babe’s nose, successfully stealing his attention back. The baby giggled and tried to grab at Wil’s finger, succeeding once.

“Oh look, you caught the caterpillar,” Wil smiled, sounding a little like the Colonel for a split second.

Dark stiffened, he knew William couldn’t come back, the man was as good as dead like the twins.

But that didn’t stop his red soul from thinking: he would have been a good father if given the chance.

Dark’s blue soul was agreeing with her.

But the Entity shook his head, trying to clear the mournful thoughts out of his mind. This child was not theirs and the police would hound them until they got it back.

“Wil,” Dark called out gently.

“Ahh, Dark,” Wilford smiled, as if their explosive argument had been completely forgotten. “So glad you arrived. “Junior and I were wondering when you’d get home.”

Dark came down to sit next to Wil, trying to find a clean spot of carpet, “Wil, whatever Anti said to you, he was lying.”

The baby had put one of the thick pages in his mouth and started chewing his gums on it. Letting out little cooing grunts.

“Look, I know we didn’t plan on it,” Wil smiled maniacally, “but he has your eyes. And the boy is wonderful.”

Dark took a steadying breath to calm his rage, immediately having to prop the baby up with his own aura when Wil didn’t notice the kid was about to lean over and slam on the ground. And when the kid grabbed at his aura, Dark felt like his aura was coming into contact with a part of itself. That maybe . . .

Dark violently shuddered trying to dislodge those thoughts from his mind, Dark could feel his red and blue souls starting to get attached. The baby had a mouthful of Dark’s aura in his mouth and Dark felt uncomfortable, like the world was spinning violently out of his control. He had a criminal empire to run, he and Wil didn’t have the time, patience, or personalities to raise a child. They would just—

“Hey, hey,” Wil urged gently, taking Dark’s face into his hands. “Look at me.”

The world mercifully started to focus on Wil, but the worries compounded still. “Wil, we need to return the child to their home.”

“Junior is home, and we can do this, you and I together can do anything,” Wil promised with that manic, overconfident gleam he was infamous for. Then he picked up the baby who was trying unsuccessfully to gnaw on Dark’s aura. “Look at him, isn’t he lovely?”

Dark did his best to try and look at the bright eyed happy baby with objectivity, but it was almost impossible when every part of his soul yearned for something. Something that he would take from someone else.

Letting out a long, tired sigh, Dark gave in, “Fine, if the boy belongs to you, you can keep it, if not you will give it back to Silver and I can be done with the whole mess.”

“That’s a bet we’ll win,” Wilford laughed with overconfidence. He stood up and tried to put the five month old on his shoulders. Dark was quicker and snatched him away, cradling him safely in his arms.

“Wil he’s barely old enough to hold his head up,” Dark growled. “It’s barely been a few hours and you’re already going to kill him.”

“Nonsense,” Wil huffed, gently taking the baby back. One hand cradling the back of his head and his arms steadying him in a protectively cradle. “He’s a sturdy boy.”

Then Wil brought his hands down before quickly bringing the baby back up. The boy let out a high pitched giggle.

Dark felt in that moment that if his heart wasn’t already dead it would have stopped.

“Stop that!” Dark demanded angrily.

“Eh, he’s fine,” Wil dismissed but held the babbling baby to his shoulder. The baby immediately drooling on him. “I wasn’t going to drop him.”

“I can’t have you shaking him either,” Dark demanded,

“Bah! I wasn’t,” Wil rolled his eyes, before looking uncomfortable. “Uh, Dark what did we name him? I seem to have forgotten.”

Dark felt the need to shake Wil, but he was still holding the baby, “We got him this afternoon, we don’t know his name.”

“That doesn’t seem right,” Wilford pulled the baby back and they both smiled at each other. “What’s your name, young man?”

“Beh!” The baby slapped Wil’s face.

“Beh?” Wil repeated and Dark massaged at his temples.

“Beh . . . Beeeh . . . Bill?” Wilford frowned. “No, Bill is short for Wil, we can’t have that. Darky, why’d we name him after me, that’s a terrible idea?”

A loud internal scream echoed in Dark’s mind, “The first one dying is you, Wil.”

“Hmm,” Wilford frowned, laughing when the baby reached for his mustache. “Well let’s see, Beh . . . Ehm?”

The baby let out a loud giggle, bapping Wil’s face again.

“Bim it is,” Wil announced triumphantly. “Well how do you like it Junior?”

Dark was absently kindly thinking about the insane amount of work they’d need to do for this child. The whole Manor would need to be childproofed . . . if that was even possible! There were suits of armor with swords in their hands, priceless works of art casually sitting the hallways, waiting to be broken. There were dead bodies in the forest and Dark had no time to prepare.

“I call weekdays,” Wil decided, out of the blue, jogging Dark from his own thoughts.

“What?” Dark asked.

“Yeah,” Wilford smiled. “You can have weekends and holidays.”

“Wil, we live in the same house,” Dark reminded. Something his heart straining at the idea of Wil just taking the kid and leaving him. Granted he wasn’t theirs and would be better off dumped at child services but his twin souls screamed at the idea.

“No, I meant to show Junior the ropes, bring him to the station, you can bring him to the office, that sort of thing,” Wil explained, an oblivious smile on his face.

Dark felt relief at first, but the idea of Wil leaving had already taken root at the core of Dark’s souls, and in time it would grow and fester like an insidious disease.

Instead of addressing it, confronting it, Dark buried the hurt, offended twinge in his souls and commented, “He’s not going to the station, he’s five months old, what’s he going to do? Lay there and chew on cables?”

“I’ll interview him,” Wil smiled. “The audience will love him, who wouldn’t?”

Dark grabbed Wil, “If he comes within sight of that couch, you will never see him in that studio again. He is not going to be interviewed, he is not playing your games, end of story!”

“Fine, fine,” Wil quickly promised, suddenly sounding fearful. “He’ll say in the green room.”

The Entity let him go, “Good enough.”

Dark let go, trying to clear his head. “Okay I’ll clean up, you go get Anti.”

“Why?” Wilford asked.

“I just need to ask him about what he did while he was with . . . Junior,” Dark evaded. “And he needs to be cleaned up.”

“Okay,” Wil sounded hesitant, but passed Bim to Dark, Dark feeling a thousand times calmer by getting Bim out of Wil’s arms. “Be right back.”

“Naturally,” Dark told him and he was already trying to puzzle how to do this. Wil watched them for a second before stepping through the Void.

The effect was instantaneous, Bim began screaming, crying out and reaching out for where Wil had been.

Dark groaned in anger, immediately taking the boy into the bathroom to clean him up. Bim struggled, and failed his arms and despite cradling him with his aura and trying to be careful, Dark wound up just as wet as Bim was. He used a small portal to try and steal a onesie from somewhere, the Void was lacking one for obvious reasons. He also had to wind up stealing a diaper and struggled to change Bim into his new clothes, the boy wound up screaming himself to sleep, and Dark laid him in the crib. Finally allowing him to start raking his aura around the carpet, trying to get the drying formula. It went easier than trying to use his aura to clean the baby, almost like his aura didn’t want to work properly around the boy.

The Void ripped open and Wil and Anti tumbled out, laughing.

“Quiet,” Dark hissed at them, but it was already too late, Bim started crying again.

Wil moved automatically, looking extremely repentant as he picked Bim up, “Oh, Junior, did I wake you?”

Bim was snuffling angrily, but quieted down now that Wil was holding him. Dark let out a sigh of relief as it quieted down. Now he could think again, he turned back to Anti who was smiling at the ceiling.

“Is that milk?” Anti chuckled as he pointed at the ceiling. Dark looked up to see a massive milk spot on the ceiling that he had missed.

“Wil?” Dark started, glared at Wil.

Wilford was smiling, trying to charm his way back into Dark’s good graces. “Yes, my sweet Darkling?”

“How did you get so much formula everywhere?” Dark demanded.

“Well I was supposed to shake the bottle before I gave it to him,” Wilford answered, as if that was obvious.

“What’dyah do ta get that much up there?” Anti smiled. “Did yah forget ta put the fookin’ nip on or somethin’?”

“Maybe,” Wilford looked away for a bit.

Anti just laughed, “How is this brat not already dead?”

“Alright,” Dark said, waving his aura in front of the glitch demon. “I can’t possibly understand why you chose to play games with an actual child, but the joke’s over, where’d it come from?”

“Really, Darky, I thought you were told all about the oranges and the muskrats,” Wil asked in confusion.

Dark took a long, pained sigh, closing his eyes.

Anti chuckled, “Oh there’s a story ta that ain’t there?”

“It was the worst trip to Vegas I’ve ever had, and Wil was supposed to be in London,” Dark groaned.

“What—?” Anti was too curious for his own good.

“If I tell you the blasted story, will you tell me where you got the kid?” Dark bargained.

“Only if yah don’t cheat me on the details,” Anti demanded, floating so he could put his hands up under his chin.

“In the eighties I was in a business meeting, with a bunch of entitled assholes. Wilford teleported in, covered in bog water, holding an overgrown rat in one hand. He proceeded to show me and a board room of businessmen the muskrat he’d found fucking an orange, and that image has been burned into my mind for the end of time.”

“That’s it?” Anti spat.

“You said I had to tell you the story, not that I had to tell it well,” Dark reminded smugly. “So, now it’s your turn.”

“Fine, I grabbed him from a couple lab coats, oh an’ he might not have his rabies shots,” Anti admitted.

“What?” Dark’s voice had almost no emotional intonation to it.

“Yeah,” Anti began to gloat. “Had a bunch of lab coats clone yah two clowns, an’ I took the end product out fer a spin on the town.”

“You,” Dark’s ringing started to pitch up as his words began to trail off with his own anger. “That’s why you stole my aura.”

“I figured they’d just kill each other but hey, congrats Father ‘a the Year,” Anti smiled.

Dark’s aura started to curl around Anti and he demanded, “Where is this lab then?”

It took several threats and a bit of a skirmish on the second floor before Anti took Dark to the lab. Wil not too far behind. Dark then proceeded to single out the head scientist: Professor Beauregard and shove her into a storage room with Wil and Bim while the Entity proceeded to go on a killing spree in the lab.

His reasoning: pettiness mostly. People had touched his and Wil’s aura, and Dark had to recollect. He found his aura near the end, cuddled in a little tube next to Wilford’s. Both the pieces of aura were a mere fraction of the size they’d been when Anti had first delivered them. Proximity had Dark’s aura changing from the mostly blue mass back to a dark grey.

With his own aura subsumed, he completed his “tour” of the facility and then returned Wil’s aura to him.

Walking into the storage room he saw Beauregard on the floor with Bim, happily playing with him while Wil saw next to them, blowing raspberries into Bim’s face.

She flinched when she saw Dark. “Uhh . . .”

“You have two choices,” Dark warned her. “You will take direct orders from me and become Bim’s above board doctor, and keep your mouth shut about what you’ve done here, or I paint the walls with your blood.”

Beauregard looked around him at the blood already outside the room and smiled, standing up with Bim, “Well it’s a pleasure doing business with you.”

Dark didn’t shake her hand, he carefully took Bim from her, his voice full of warning, “I don’t appreciate when things are taken from me, you were complicit in stealing my aura, consider him interest.”

“But he’s—” Beauregard looked heart broken, but was silenced by a sharp glare from Dark.

After a couple hours Bim’s new doctor had been relocated, Anti had gotten bored, and Dark had a huge stack of papers to go through while the area was being cleaned. Wil and the child in question were sitting with him in one of the only clean rooms in the labs.

Chilled from his rampant fury everything seemed too real. Hearing it from Anti was one thing, and Dark knew that Wil could get attached to a rock on the ground if it was shiny enough.

But these reports were . . .

He could walk into a court with these and win a custody case. Bim was biologically his. And Wil’s, but that was another can of worms.

Which meant that, there would be no parents to come looking for Bim.

Wilford was dead set on keeping him, and Dark could already feel his blue soul start to get attached. That surely we can’t let the heroes just walk off with him?

And Dark had to agree.

If no one was truly going to come for the child, then the only thing that could possibly stop Wil now was Dark.

“I like the name Bim,” Wilford decided, smiling.

Dark rolled his eyes, ���Sure. Warfstache or Doom?”

“Trimmer,” Wilford grinned.

“That name has nothing to do with either of our families,” Dark reminded, looking up from the report he was reading.

“I know, it’s perfect,” Wilford passed Bim to Dark.

Papers were dropped but Bim was comfortably leaning on Dark’s shoulder.

With the knowledge that no one was coming to take Bim away, Dark could get a good look at the kid.

“Trimmer it is,” Dark agreed, thinking that maybe, at least for a while, it was good not to have the boy associated with either of them.

And when Dark would, later that night while both of them were sleeping in the Manor, have a fresh birth certificate in hand he would fill out the name they’d planned: Bim Trimmer. On the middle name line he started to write Wilford. He intended to, it would be easier to hide, but instead he spelled out: William.

There would be many sleepless nights to come in the Manor, even after Bim had grown out of his cranky toddler phase.

In the next few years it would become obvious to Dark that Bim inherited Wil’s energy and enthusiasm. But Dark found that, like he could with Wil, that energy was tolerable.

After all, Bim had Wil’s charm.

[somerandomwriter1234]

GMW Fanfic - Farkle and Smackle: The Best Friend Ever

Summary: In this tale, Farkle and Smackle find themselves looking back at their long friendship; from when they meet as young kids through their current young adult years. And it results in the two making an important realization of what they are to each other.

-Long ago in the past: a little boy named Farkle was walking onto the home plate of an outdoor kickball field wearing black sunglasses and a very large jersey shirt that went down to his feet. A ball was rolled towards him by another young boy. Farkle attempted to kick the ball but stepped on his giant jersey and fell down. Many boys that were around Farkle began to laugh including a very tall boy near him named Derrick.

Derrick: Man Minkus. That is such a stupid outfit you're wearing.

Farkle: But you said wearing this would make me look cool.

Derrick: Yeah, last week when it was cool. Now it's just stupid.

-Many of the boys began to laugh as Farkle stood up.

Farkle: Can I try kicking again?

Derrick: Naw. Get off the field. We don't need any stupid people out here.

-An upset Farkle walked away from the field. He then walked over to a bench where a little girl was sitting.

Farkle: Hi there. Hey. You go to Einstein Academy right? Smackle, right?

Smackle: Isadora Smackle actually. And yeah. I started there in kindergarten last year. And you're Farkle Minkus. We competed in that 4-6 year old science competition last year. Unless the aliens that abducted me last night altered my memories.

Farkle: Uh��� okay. Can I sit on this bench next to you? No one else wants me to hang out with them.

Smackle: Why not?

Farkle: Because I can't be cool like anyone. I try to dress up, and talk, and do all the stuff the cool kids do. But none of them like me.

Smackle: Well I think you're cool. I liked your science project you made for last year's competition. Of course don't expect too much praise from me since we are academic rivals. Ooo. Did you see my science project involving a lamp being powered by pink kittens from Taiwan?

Farkle: Um… I didn't. You know… you're a little strange.

Smackle: Yeah. That's why no one sits with me either. Are you gonna get up and leave me too now?

Farkle: No. I'm cool with hanging out with somebody who is a little bit strange.

Smackle: Would you still hang out with me if I was very strange?

Farkle: Smackle, you have the strangest mind in all of existence.

-In the present: an adult Farkle and Smackle were standing in front of a group of children in the before and after care auditorium.

Smackle: But it makes perfect sense that the seven dwarves Snow White met: were actually aliens from another planet.

Farkle: But the planet: FANBOY!?

Smackle: Well of course. All of those other names people have been told over the years were just their aliases. The seven dwarves' real names are: Trekkie, Whovian, Ringer, Potter Head, Tributes, and of course… Marvel and DC. With their supreme overlord back home of course being "King Star Wars".

Farkle: Why do you do this Smackle? Why?

Smackle: Not important. What is important is that we get back to the part of the story where the evil Queen locates the dwarves' hidden spaceship and proceeds to blow it apart.

Farkle: Ah! It's gonna blow!

-In the past: a young Farkle was standing near a computer that was shaking in the middle of an elementary school auditorium where a science fair was occurring. The computer then had a few sparks come out of it and then all of the lights in the building went off.

Farkle: Aww no.

-An older teacher stood up and spoke loudly to everyone.

Older Teacher: It's okay. Just a minor power surge. The custodian just told me that this has happened before and he'll have the power back up in no time. Just remember students: next time you're connecting twenty plugs through extension cords to one outlet… let a teacher know first.

-Farkle began to hang his head low as Derrick walked over to Farkle.

Derrick: Man Minkus. First you're pathetic at trying to be cool. Then you're pathetic at just trying to be stupid you.

-Farkle turned his head away from Derrick and then quickly went over to sit in a corner by himself. From nearby Smackle quickly rushed over to Farkle and sat next to him.

Smackle: Sorry your experiment didn't work.

Farkle: Ugg. I can't do anything right. I'm so stupid.

Smackle: You're not stupid Farkle. You're just really different. And sometimes it's hard to figure out how to be your best in your own way when you're the only one doing things your own way.

Farkle: Yeah… I guess you're right.

Smackle: Just be like me Farkle. Well… don't be just like me. Because then you'd have a chance of beating me in these science fair competitions from friendly rival. However you should do one thing I've learned. Stop trying to be cool and be exactly like other people, and instead just help others in your own way.

Farkle: Hmm. That's… actually good advice. You got any more?

Smackle: Yeah! Prince Charming actually knew who Snow White was because his body and mind had been combined with the Prince Charming of Earth 2 during the events of the Flashpoint Zero Crisis Hour on Infinite Realities event.

-In the present: an adult Farkle and Smackle were standing in front of a group of children in the before and after care auditorium.

Farkle: Where the heck did that all come from?

Smackle: Online wiki's. And you know they never lie.

Farkle: Smackle. We were seconds away from a simple fairy tale ending where the prince meets the princess and then they get married and live happily ever after. Why must you always change the endings of every story I try to tell with your own insane tales!?

Smackle: Well maybe your endings happened pre-Crisis. But they're not in continuity anymore.

Farkle: SMACKLE! WILL YOU JUST… I… I need to walk away and think for a bit.

-Farkle then began to walk towards the door to outside.

Smackle: Wait, Farkle! You're going home early!? You'll be right back soon, right?

-Farkle looked back at Smackle and called out to her very loudly.

Farkle: No Smackle. This time I'm gonna be gone for… quite a while.

-Farkle then walked out of the building. Smackle stood looking slightly shocked.

Smackle: Is… is he mad at me?

Farkle: Ugg. I am feeling so mad right now.

-In the past: in a large living room, a teenage Farkle was laying down on a couch. He had a pillow behind his head and a blanket covering most of his body. Farkle looked up at the ceiling as he had a very sick look on his face.

Farkle: I hate being sick…. especially today. Well… mom and dad are gone now. And here I am. Laying here all alone, feeling so sick and exhausted. What is someone like me in this condition supposed to do?

-Farkle's spoken thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a teenage Smackle walking into the living room with a plate and glass of water.

Smackle: What you're going to do is stay on the couch as I give you this medicine along with this glass of water.

-Farkle looked at Smackle with a very surprised look on his face.

Farkle: Smackle!? What are you doing here?

Smackle: I called earlier and your mom told me that you were gonna be here alone for five hours. Soon after that, I told her that I would love to help take care of you during that time. She seemed cool with it, and so now here I am.

Farkle: But… what about your exams?

Smackle: I'll just take them during the makeup day. Which you will as well.

Farkle: But I'm not getting any better right now. In fact, I may never be in school again if this fever of mine keeps getting worse.

Smackle: Believe me Farkle. You will be better by the time the makeup day comes.

Farkle: And what makes you so sure of yourself?

-Smackle then held the glass of water she was holding closer to Farkle's face.

Smackle: Because I've got water and medicine here. Now drink up!

Farkle: But I'm still feeling…

Smackle: Now!

-Farkle quickly swallowed the medicine and water that Smackle had given him.

Farkle: Gee. You didn't have to shove it down my throat.

-Smackle then held a plate with toast on it closer to Farkle's face.

Smackle: I've got toast. It's buttery. Now eat it!

-Farkle then quickly ate the toast. As Farkle swallowed the last of his food, Smackle sat in a chair next to Farkle. Farkle then cleared his throat and looked right at Smackle.

Farkle: Smackle. What is up with you right now!? You're shouting demands at me to eat food and drink water.

Smackle: Is it wrong to ask a friend to do something to make his life better?

Farkle: Well… no.

Smackle: Farkle, there are so many people in this world who know how to live a healthy and good lifestyle. Yet they shut their mouths so often and continue to allow other people around them to live their lives however they feel like. Well I'm not gonna be like that.

Farkle: Wow. That's pretty deep.

Smackle: Thank you.

Farkle: So… wanna check out what cartoons are on cable right now?

Smackle: Sounds cool.

-Farkle then grabbed a remote near him and turned on the TV. Farkle and Smackle then began to watch the TV. However as they watched, Farkle's eyes began to turn to look at Smackle. After a moment of looking at her, Farkle then spoke up.

Farkle: Smackle.

Smackle: Yeah?

Farkle: I'm glad I sat down next to that strange little girl I met on that bench all those years ago.

Smackle: Me too. By the way, if we can't find anything good to watch on TV, I can always read you my Star Wars fanfiction where my little ponies join the Jedi order.

Maya: Smackle, are you sure you're all right?

-In the present - in the before and after care auditorium: Smackle and her friend Maya, along with one of their students: Grace were all sitting at a table together.

Smackle: I know I tell stories different than him but… did I cross a line today?

Maya: Smackle, you were being yourself. If Farkle had a problem with you just being you, he would've walked away years ago.

Grace: Yeah. Besides, you're really fun Miss Smackle.

Smackle: Aww. Thanks Grace.

Maya: Hey Grace. Since you're the only student in here now, let's go outside where all of the other kids are.

Grace: Okay.

-Maya and Grace then got up and walked out of the room. Smackle remained where she was and sighed. Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door opening nearby. Smackle turned her head and saw Farkle walking back into the building towards her. Smackle then got up and walked over to Farkle. The two both stopped once they were right in front of the other.

Smackle: Farkle. Listen. I've been thinking and… I just wanna say I'm sorry that I changed the ending to that fairy tale story on you. I didn't think it would make you…

-Farkle then held a hand up for a quick moment and then spoke.

Farkle: No. I'm glad that you are always you Smackle. And I'm glad you wanted to change the end of that silly little fairy tale. Because we probably shouldn't tell these kids the story of a prince and princess that meet up and just super quickly fall in love. Because that's not how love works. It takes time to grow. And it takes time to recognize it.

Smackle: Farkle, what are you saying?

Farkle: I should never let some crazy… quirks in a person's personality keep me from seeing what's most important about them. Smackle… I've been unfair to you.

Smackle: Huh? How?

-Farkle then had his hands grab Smackle's as the two looked right at each other.

Farkle: I let my frustrations over the ridiculous crazy little things you do keep me from seeing what is most important about you. Which is that you are the kindest, most patient, and most loving person I know. Smackle, you're the best friend ever. And I don't wanna walk away from you like I did ever again. In fact… I want to do the complete opposite of that.

-Farkle then suddenly pulled out of his pocket a small box and then got down on one knee. Farkle then immediately opened the box showing inside was a diamond ring. Smackle's eyes got huge as she saw what was happening and then fell down onto her own knees as she kept looking right at Farkle.

Farkle: Isadora Smackle… will you marry me?

-Smackle remained still as she had a look of uncertainty on her face. She was completely quiet for several moments, and then finally… she spoke.

Smackle: You were wrong about just one thing. Farkle… you're the best friend ever. And I will.

Farkle: You will what?

Smackle: What you just asked. It's a yes. Yes, Farkle… I will marry you!

THE END

[holydepths-blog]

✩ jt & sienna

my wrist hurts from typing so eat ass 

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice? sienna … like we get it he’s in a gang so he has to b mean to other people but both of them know she’ll kill him if he ever talks to her loudly in any capacity Who threatens to leave but never actually does? i feel like he’s a dramatic mf … like ummmm i can go any time i WANT to im not actually ur bf !! and she’s like yeah ur right leave and he goes :pensive: Who actually keeps their word and leaves? sienna . she would storm out of her own house for dramatic effect .  my girl doesn’t give a fuck Who trashes the house? she’ll throw sum at him …. prolly a pillow , she doesn’t need a lawsuit on her hands Do either of them get physical? not to imply domestic abuse is ever laughable but if (when? we dk) she ever came @ him … it’d be funny cos he cld literally just push against her forehead and her arms would not reach him How often do they argue/disagree? all the time, she disagrees simply to disagree w him Who is the first to apologise? her, solely because she’s Antagonistic on purpose and then feels bad 

Sex: 

Who is on top? she wants to take a ride on his disco stick Who is on the bottom? u heard me Who has the strangest desires? they both think the other person’s entirely normal behavior is freaky . jt wants to snuggle ? sienna: tf are we , puritans ? Any kinks? i refuse to take the bdsm test for her because i’m scared of what i’ll find so come back to me on this one Who’s dominant in bed? it’s exhausting being dominant in everything else so he takes the w on this one Is head ever in the equation? yethIf so, who is better at performing it? his beard is itchy so he compensates by being really fucking good at it Ever had sex in public? yes. they’ve had sex in the back room of the thrift shop more than they have upstairs in her apartment Who moans the most? can he shut the frick up Who leaves the most marks? sienna…………………………………. dont askWho screams the loudest? can SHE shut the frick up ….Who is the more experienced of the two? idk how experienced he is probably very but it’s important for me that u know she’s a whore Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? they frick Rough or soft? r**gh …. once a month she’s uwu ….How long do they usually last? for a long time , her poor thrussy Is protection used? yes. she’d kill herself before she got pregnant Does it ever get boring? no Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? they’ve had sex anywhere and everywhere 

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? she would literally rather DIE than be pregnant. FOR THE PURPOSES of this section … they adopt (one) kid when they’re too old to be raising a tot but still try, don’t @ me. If so, how many children do your muses want/have? her ? none lol but AGAIN … i cannot leave this section blank and …. future purposes dont @ meWho is the favorite parent? sienna’s not a regular mom, she’s a cool momWho is the authoritative parent? she’s also a bitch though, don’t forget it Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? jt , mostly because sienna doesn’t want them around all day Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? SIENNA  …. yeah sorry that i don’t think it’s jordan ‘waahhh sienna i don’t want you to get mercury poisoning’ tucker …. mind ur fucking business maybe ? Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? sienna , but she drags jt with her so she has someone to bitch about soccer moms and how long [ insert activity here ] is running with Who goes to parent teacher interviews? jt , sienna isn’t allowed there anymore. it’s a long story. Who changes the diapers? bold of u to assume she would ever go NEAR a diaperWho gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? she’s fully decided she is INDEPENDENT and does not NEED him to wake up for moral support or to warm up a bottle … her tit is good enough Who spends the most time with the children? jt , she’s an ankle biter anti . ( she still  reads the kid bedtime stories every night )Who packs their lunch boxes? jt , sienna is not allowed to make health choices for ANYONE Who gives their children ‘the talk’? SIENNA … she tells them flat out what happens and why it happens , no bullshit . science babey ! Who cleans up after the kids? nothing ever gets cleaned up , ever. Who worries the most? jt . sienna is too cool and chill 2 have anxiety Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? SIENNA 

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle? he does … she’s super handsy casually but whenever it comes to actually hugging she takes a bit to warm up to it Who is the little spoon? she is …. he’s only allowed 2 snuggle her if she can fall asleep in his arms . nearly vomited writing that actually Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? right now ? sienna , trying to convince everyone they’re like actually really a thing . Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? sienna , and she denies it until her dying breath How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? sienna’s … ability to be uber affectionate with him is limited …. but she gets a lot better as time grows on . that’s character development Who gives the most kisses? jtWhat is their favourite non-sexual activity? dont ask me why my first thought was watching shitty b-rated horror movies …. she also makes him sort through clothes with her, and she promises it’s very theraputic Where is their favourite place to cuddle? bed . it’s much easier to get her to drop her mr tough guy act when she’s sleepy Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? neither , when they touch eachother it means BUSINESS , see two sections back How often do they get time to themselves? all the time , she runs away

Sleeping:

Who snores? i already know she does , dont judge her If both do, who snores the loudest? sienna Do they share a bed or sleep separately? share :3 not rn …… but they WLD If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? she’s ready to draw a partition down the middle of the bedWho talks in their sleep? sienna , and he makes fun of her for it What do they wear to bed? sienna steals clothes specifically from him  to sleep in. she’s also 10/10 a morning showererer so she’ll lit sleep in her clothes from that day and not give a FUCK Are either of your muses insomniacs? sienna never sleeps she runs purely on red bull and annoyance Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? yeah , she takes them most nights Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? side by side, though occasionally she’ll reach for his hand Who wakes up with bed hair? sienna, and it’s awful. he’ll get his ass beat if he mentions it Who wakes up first? jt. it takes her FOREVER to fall asleep , but once she’s out she’s out .  think being awake for 24 hours then sleeping for 12+ Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? he does, not to be romantic but because he’s sick and tired of her eating leftover fried rice in bed. What is their favourite sleeping position? she sprawls , and she doesn’t like to be touching him when she sleeps , but his presence is a good thing Who hogs the sheets? jt , simply because he’s so comparatively large next to her that using a reasonable amount of sheets reads as hogging Do they set an alarm each night? they both intend to — and always forget. when when it goes off, sienna sleeps through it Can a television be found in their bedroom? yes , but it doesn’t get cable like the one in the living room does. it’s exclusively for blockbuster rentals. Who has nightmares? she doesn’t have wake up in a cold sweat nightmares, but she has sad dreams a lot Who has ridiculous dreams? sienna makes up the craziest dreams to relay to him just to fuck with him Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? SIENNAWho makes the bed?  neither have the time What time is bed time? either 8pm or 4am, no in between Any routines/rituals before bed? her SOLE form of self care is face masks, and she makes him do them on the top half of his face where green gunk wont get in his hair Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? sienna is grumpy all the time, so it’d have to be him by comparison 

Work:

Who is the busiest? she literally lives at work, so there’s always something Who rakes in the highest income? considering she is a SMART , STRONG , almost business owner ( omg they popping BIG bottles when the old bitch that actually owns the attic dies ) and he thrives on tips and gang bullshit ? do the math. Are any of your muses unemployed? nopeWho takes the most sick days? sienna just opens the store and goes back upstairs to fake supervise in her sleep, call her if there’s a fireWho is more likely to turn up late to work? he is, it’s LITERALLY impossible for her to do that Who sucks up to their boss? paging ed, she’s her own fucking boss What are their jobs? he’s a bartender/gang fREAK , she manages the attic thrift store Who stresses the most? jt has a lot of long days to to the antics of alcoholics , she likes her job even though she wishes she was somewhere else Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? she likes it…. but she’s super depressed she isn’t following her dreams. i assume he likes whatever’s going on on the wrong side of town Are your muses financially stable? yes 

Home:

Who does the washing? jtWho takes out the trash? jordan tucker Who does the ironing? jordanWho does the cooking? mr tuckerWho is more likely to burn the house down just trying? see i would say sienna, but she DOESN’T try. Who is messier? sienna, but she’s not as much messy as she is disorganizedWho leaves the toilet roll empty? siennaWho leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? jt, he lit just took his shoes off in the thread ….. literally get off her couch Who forgets to flush the toilet? that’s gross. Who is the prankster around the house? if he pulls anything over on her in her house he’s kicked 2 the curb. she bullying he is fair game tho Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? sienna doesn’t drive, so him Who mows the lawn? what lawn Who answers the telephone? she pointedly ignores them Who does the vacuuming? see the other chore listWho does the groceries? ^Who takes the longest to shower? siennaWho spends the most time in the bathroom? neither of them , efficiency is key 

Miscellaneous:

Is money a problem? mo money mo problems is what i always say . it isn’t overflowing , but it isn’t an issue How many cars do they own? he has a motorcycle , she has a bike and two working feet Do they own their home or do they rent? she rents , technically , until she gets the store Do they live near the coast or deep in the countryside? dont ask this again mads still has not told me where we are Do they live in the city or in the country? SHE lives downtown , he would have to move in with her Do they enjoy their surroundings? she hates it , she wants a big city What’s their song? she played this on her record player , and she had one too many drinks and tried to dance with him to it ….. What do they do when they’re away from each other? breathe a sigh of relief Where did they first meet? the thrift storeHow did they first meet? when she literally made out w him unprecedentedly Who spends the most money when out shopping? sienna is always buying things at garage sales and other thrift stores she insists are to resell but then a week later they show up in her house or she’s wearing them Who’s more likely to flash their assets? sienna  owns one expensive thing and never lets it go. Who finds it amusing when the other trips over? they aren’t 10 Any mental issues? too many to countWho’s terrified of bugs? spiders are her friends Who kills the spiders around the house? if he does she’ll b mad at him that’s pablo , he lives in the corner Their favourite place? her apartment Who pays the bills? siennaDo they have any fears for their future? at this point probably the stress of staging a breakup Who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner? LOOK … i know it’s not the question but she surprises him with spectacularly unfancy dinners …. he shows up and they’re eating pizza rolls by candlelight because if she doesn’t cook them ahead of time he won’t let her eat them Who uses up all of the hot water? SIENNAWho’s the tallest? he is , she’s 2ft Who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other? sienna, the horndogWho wanders around in their underwear? [ me vc ] if he keeps barging in he’s seen her in a towel Who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio? neither of them , they DANCE What do they tease each other about? him about her poor life choices , her about his criticisms of her life choices . essentially she mocks him Who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times? sienna has to beg him to not wear a clean version of the same fucking clothes every day . he owns one outfit and washes it each night as far as she’s concerned Do they have mutual friends? no , they run in VERY different circles Who crushed first? [ tatbilb vc ] if anyone’s fallen in love with someone who doesn’t love them back, it’s not you. it’s kavinsky. he’s kavinsky. Any alcohol or substance related problems? the only water she drinks is watered down beer because it was cheaper, amiright lads? also she smokes a lot , have fun with lung cancer when you’re 40 sienna Who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am? sienna, and he was the bartenderWho swears the most? her 

[anextraordinarymuse]

Philinda prompt for how proud they are of the kids??

Gonna combine these two. 

Also - I’M SORRY, I DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED IT JUST RAN AWAY WITH ME. ANGST AHOY … with a happy ending.

                      Inside of My Heart There’s a Space (Now You’re Home)

When Jemma proposes her idea to go undercover in Hydra Phil resists. There are too many variables, too many things that could go wrong before they’d even know that there was a problem. He’d hate the idea no matter who proposed it, but he hates it more because it comes from Jemma. Sweet, gentle Jemma. 

“She can’t lie,” May points out. 

“Or fight,” Phil agrees. “We’d be throwing her to the wolves in a meat suit.”

Melinda furrows her brow at his turn of phrase. He shakes his head and waves his hand in a wordless version of “forget about it”. 

“I can teach her.”

Phil turns on his heel to stare at his partner. “To fight?”

“And lie,” May answers. Then, she amends, “or at least to tell half truths.”

“May - you can’t be serious.”

“Why not? Jemma is.”

“You know why she’s doing this.”

Of course Melinda knows. She knows how it pains Jemma to see what Fitz had done to himself to save her; she knows the guilt that wears at the young woman’s heart. Melinda also knows what it’s like to think the only good thing you can do now is remove yourself from the equation. 

May doesn’t say anything. 

They debate it for the rest of the day, until Phil is forced to admit that Jemma would be in a unique position to gather intel. His stipulation is that she’ll have back up in there. They have another agent he knows of undercover in the organization; Phil will get a message to her about Jemma. 

He hates the plan, but Jemma doesn’t waver. She’s almost relieved when Phil tells her that she’s going in. She nods gratefully at May when Phil informs her that she’ll be learning basic combat and subterfuge skills before she goes. 

“Jemma,” Phil says when the practical matters have been taken care of. “Have you told Fitz?”

The young woman grimaces and looks at her feet. May will have to work with her on that. The sorrow on her face when she looks up again is raw. 

“No, sir.” She doesn’t say that she intends to, either, which Phil doesn’t miss. 

“Maybe you should.”

Jemma only responds with, “will that be all, sir?”

He nods. “That’s all.” When she has a hand on the door handle, though, he finds himself compelled to say, “Jemma? Don’t give up. I know it seems impossible, but you guys will pull through this.”

“I’m not sure that’s true.” She’s so different from the Jemma Simmons that first stepped foot on the bus - sadder, and more worldly. 

Phil watches her form retreat down the hall until she’s out of sight. “Everyone deals with trauma in their own way,” he says to no one in particular. 

“Do you think Fitz will forgive her?” May asks quietly. 

Phil fixes his gaze on his partner. “I know he will.”

But they have a long road ahead of them.

Daisy is laid low by the sudden discovery and loss of her parents. She handles it well, but no one who knows her could look at her and believe her unchanged. 

Her father had driven himself insane in an effort to be what her mother wanted, and to atone for the sin of failing his family; her mother had tried to kill her. 

Daisy’s afraid the real damage is unseen. She’d turned on May: the woman who had trained her, mentored her … who had been more of a mother than Jiaying had. 

Daisy seeks May out days after it’s all over. The older woman spends so much time behind closed doors with Coulson that it’s hard to get to her, so Daisy does the only thing she can think of: she ambushes her in the only place she knows May will be.

Coulson isn’t in his office, thankfully, because Daisy’s not sure how he’d feel about the way she just waltzes in and pins May with words. 

“I made a mistake,” Daisy announces.

Melinda glances up from her spot near Coulson’s desk, and her face is the same calm mask that Daisy has come to know so well. May isn’t surprised or upset to see her. She simply puts down the file in her hands and stares at her. 

“I was wrong to attack you. I shouldn’t have taken sides - I should have tried to find a better way. I’m sorry, May.”

Daisy fidgets with her hands. She’s at a loss to say anything else because she doesn’t think she can adequately express just how deeply sorry she is. 

May steps around the desk and approaches with the same calm expression. She’s so unflappable and steady, and Daisy admires that about her. 

“I know,” May tells her.

“You do?” 

“She was your mother, Daisy. You’d finally found your family. I don’t blame you for wanting to protect them.”

Daisy snorts and glances away in something close to shame. “Yeah, well, look how that turned out. My own mother tried to kill me. So much for all that blood is thicker than water crap.”

Unexpectedly, May smiles at that. “People always get that one wrong.”

“What?”

“It’s ‘the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb’.”

“What … what does that mean?”

Daisy is surprised yet again when May puts a hand on her bicep. The touch is short lived, but Daisy can count the number of times that Melinda May has physically tried to reassure her on one hand and doesn’t dismiss the gesture.

“It means that sometimes family is something you choose, and not something you’re born into.”

Daisy hugs her then. May hesitates for a breath and then hugs her back. 

“Thank you,” Daisy whispers. 

When Daisy has made her exit, May says, “you weren’t searching for a file at all, were you?”

When she turns it’s to see Phil leaning against the door frame of the small records room that’s attached to his office. The way he’s looking at her makes her heart do uncomfortable things. 

“She needed that,” is his only answer.

“How did you know she’d show up?”

“Call it a hunch.”

Phil studies her a moment longer. May thinks she knows what it is she sees in his eyes: it reads like home, like safety and loyalty and acceptance. It reads like family.

And love. 

Death comes for Phil Coulson again on a Thursday. 

By some divine provenance he knows the end has come, and manages to send them all away with some convincing words and promises that he’ll be here when they get back.

Only Melinda isn’t fooled. She waits for the room to empty and then grabs one of his hands in her own and cradles it against her chest. She cries unashamedly. 

“Help them to forgive me,” Phil says.

Melinda nods. Her heart beats against his hand as though it’s strong enough to sustain them both. 

“Don’t retreat, okay?” When May doesn’t respond he continues. “Promise me, Melinda. You need each other. Promise me you’ll take care of them. That you’ll let them take care of you.”

“I promise,” Melinda whispers, and all the while wonders if her heart will stop beating the moment his does. 

His second death is nothing like his first: he goes quietly with the woman he loves by his side. 

Melinda’s heart keeps beating, but only because she’d promised him it would.

He’s been gone for a month when Melinda finds the video file on his computer. “Watch together” is all it says, and May curses at him but - as always - does as he asks. 

May, Daisy, Jemma, and Fitz are crammed together on the couch, and Mack and Elena are standing just behind it. Fitz plugs the HDMI cable into the laptop and projects the video onto the seventy-five inch television screen. 

Phil’s face appears. He’s smiling that knowing smile of his, and for a moment it’s like he’s not gone at all. 

“Before you get mad,” Phil says on the video, “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t care,” Daisy says heatedly.

“I know you’ll say you don’t care, Daisy. It’s okay. I know you do - you all do. And you have to know that I care, too. I care about all of you, and that’s why I couldn’t let you stay. There was never going to be a right way, or a good way. There never is when the people you love leave you.

“I’m sorry I’m not there,” he continues. “The only thing that makes this bearable is knowing that you guys have each other. Hold onto that. Nothing is more important than family. 

“Fitz, Simmons - you’ve both come so far. I hope you know that I never could have done it without you guys. You never cease to amaze me with your intelligence and heart. Protect each other, okay? No matter what happens, don’t give up on each other. It’s all worth it, even the hard parts.”

Fitz puts his arm around Jemma’s shoulders and she turns her face into his neck and cries. 

Melinda is crying, but she won’t look away for anything. 

“Mack, for the last time, would you stop trying to quit?”

A chorus of tearful, broken chuckles punctuates the momentary silence.

“We know you don’t mean it, and we wouldn’t let you go even if you did. Thank you for your loyalty and friendship. Keep being a voice of reason, okay? Our friendship meant a lot to me.  

“Elena, I’d tell you to keep him honest but I know you will. Be a light for them. Make them laugh even when they don’t want to; especially when they don’t want to. It was an honor.

“Daisy …” On screen, Phil stops and glances down for a long moment. When he lifts his gaze again there are tears in his eyes that he doesn’t bother trying to hide. “The best thing about family is that you can never have enough. I should have told you that you’ve always been a daughter to me. You have so much heart, and so much try. Don’t ever lose that. Keep going - it might feel like you can’t, but you can. I promise. And listen to your mother.” He grins at them.

Daisy tips to the side and collides with May, then drops her head onto the other woman’s shoulder. May lays her cheek against the crown of Daisy’s head, and they stay that way. 

“I love you. All of you. I know I didn’t say it, but I hope I showed it. Our team - our family - gave my life meaning. I’m so proud of each and every one of you. Fight the good fight - be the shield. 

“Know that I’m with you, always.”

Phil reaches forward and his arm is visible at the edge of the camera, and then the screen goes black. No one speaks; the only sounds are subdued crying. 

Melinda doesn’t take her eyes off the screen. Daisy stirs next to her and lays a tentative hand on her forearm. 

“But …” Fitz starts, and Jemma quickly shushes him. 

The screen flickers back to life. Phil is in a different outfit - he doesn’t look bad, but the poison had clearly been taking its toll on him when he’d filmed this. 

“If the rest of you are still there, this is your one warning: if you thought I was mushy before, you might want to leave.” A pause; Phil sighs and rubs a hand over his face. “I know you’re angry, Melinda. At me, at the situation, at everything. It’s okay. Be mad - and then move on. Please, for me.

“I must have started this a hundred times now. There’s so much I want to say - so much I should have told you when I had the chance - and so little time left.” He sighs again and stares into the camera as intensely as if he knows that May is staring back. “I …” a tear slides down his cheek; on the couch, Melinda is crying in earnest. “I love you, Melinda. You know it - you’ve always known it, because you know me better than anyone else - but I should have told you. I should’ve said it. I should find you right now and tell you before this is all that’s left, but I can’t. I know it’s not fair for me to tell you now, when that door can never be more closed to us than it is now, but … damn.”

He wipes away his tears and his frustration is evident. He paces for a minute, at odds with himself, and it’s the first real sign of how angry this situation must have made him, too. 

“This will never be enough, but it’s all we have left. I’ll just say this: you mean everything to me, Melinda. There’s a will in my desk drawer - you know how old fashioned I am. Everything I have is yours.”

“Damn it, Phil,” Melinda whispers. 

“Take care of our family. You’re better at it than you know. I’ll be waiting for you on the other side - take your time, okay? You can whoop my ass later.”

There’s a moment where it looks like he wants to say more, but he thinks better of it and just shuts off the camera. 

Phil has managed to bring them together again, to encourage and sustain them as he always has - had. They’re bruised and aching, but for the first time since Phil’s death Melinda knows they’ll be okay. 

She’ll make sure of it.

It’s absolutely impossible for him to be standing in front of her, but he is. 

She’s hallucinating. She has to be.

“Did you miss me?”

She isn’t.

“You son of a bitch.” 

She runs right at him and knows even before he opens his arms that he’ll catch her. She kisses him, hard.

“Is that a no?”

[kz-i-co]

First Love: Part II

» Summary: Suga’s sister wants to spend more time with her brother, unfortunately for you, you want to keep your relationship a secret from your best friend.

» Pairings: Min Yoongi (Suga)/ Reader

» Genre: Smut

» Words: 3.7k

» Part 1 ╫ Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

» m.list ╫ bts masterlist

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“(Y/N)?”

“Jisoo?” There stood your best friend, who happened to be sister’s with the guy you just slept with.

“What are you doing here?” She asked confused.

“We just had hot steamy-” Yoongi smirked as your eyes popped out of your head.

“My cable broke and Yoongi kindly offered me a spare.” She was still confused as she looked between you and her brother.

“We’re neighbors.” You further explained.

“Oh…what do ya know.” She smiled but you couldn’t read the truth behind it.

You got up and nervously went over to Yoongi’s kitchen grabbing a glass and filling it up with water.

“Ill be right back.” Jisoo got up and headed towards the bathroom.

“What’s with you?” Yoongi brushed your shoulder as you leaned against his counter. You turned around to face him.

“Nothing.” You shrugged.

“Why are you acting weird?” He leaned into you kissing your jaw line until he moved to your neck.

“I know your sister very well.”

“So?” He leaned back up kissing your lips.

You felt like you were in a daze. You kissed back bringing your tongue deep into his mouth. He moved his hand father up your shirt causing friction.

You snapped back to reality once you heard the sound of a toilet flushing. He looked at you disappointed as you pulled away. “She’s been my best friend for years, don’t you care how she would react?”

“I don’t care what my sister thinks about anything.”

“She might get mad.” You pouted.

“We met before you knew I was her brother….and technically we’re not together…..so we wouldn’t be lying.”

He was right.

“I know.” You heard the door opened from the bathroom.

“That doesn’t mean I don’t want to though.” He whispered as soon as he saw your sadden face.

“So how did you two meet?” Jisoo finally entered the room.

“Your friend is a loud obnoxious person.” Yoongi walked away from you.

“Really? You’re the one who always blast your music.” You argued.

“Only because you started to first.” He argued back.

“Okay so how did you come friends because obviously my brother is hard to make friends with.” Jisoo mumbled the last part but Yoongi clearly heard and pinched her side.

“Yoongi’s not that bad, he’s pretty handy with his hands.” You didn’t mean it in any sexual way but Yoongi did by the look of his face. He was holding in a laugh.

“Is there a reason you’re here?” Yoongi annoyingly looked at his sister.

“Can’t I just hang out with you.” Jisoo answered.

“No.” Yoongi said seriously but you pursed your lips in a smile.

“Come on.” She attempted to hug her brother but he squirmed out of her embrace.

“I’m busy.” He stated.

“Then why does (Y/N) get to be here.” She pouted.

“I was just leaving, he was giving me this.” You held up the cable.

“Fine….but you need to stop working so hard, you’ll get depressed.” Jisoo started towards the door.

“I like my job.” He smiled.

“Can I see your place?” Jisoo looked at you.

“Sure.” You started following her out the door but looked back at Yoongi. He rolled his eyes. You just quietly waved before exciting.

As soon as you let Jisoo in she looked around.

“So.” She sat down on your sofa. “What’s going on between you and my brother?”

You froze. “What do you mean?”

“My brother is quiet and grouchy….he obviously likes you if you stepped foot into his apartment.” She chuckled.

You took a deep breath of relief, you thought she expected something.

“Yoongi’s nice.”

Jisoo sarcastically laughed.

“He’s a little rough around the edges but hes pretty cool.” You smiled.

“Tell me your secret then.” She huffed.

“He can’t be that bad.” You suggested.

“I don’t know….we used to be close, until he got into his music…..then he started pushing me away.” She said.

“But I’ll take some of the blame….I kind of ignored him growing up….thats why I’m trying to make up for it now…..but he won’t budge.” She was distraught over the whole thing.

Maybe you could change that?

“I’m sure he’ll come around.” You tried to be optimistic.

“So you’re really friends with him?” She asked.

“I don’t know honestly.” You laughed.

“Well maybe you could get him out of the house?”

You arched your eyebrows. “I don’t know….my parents think he’s depressed….he never visits home anymore and they want me to change that….but It’s obvious that I can’t change that.”

“And you want me to help you?” You were confused.

“My parents are kicking me out of the house and they said ‘why don’t you spend some time with your brother.’” She said mockingly.

“Where are you going to live?”

“They suggested with Yoongi but I know for a fact he won’t like that.”

You didn’t want to suggest with you because you only had just enough money for you alone. College students have a hard time finding jobs and it was Jisoo in this case, so you knew she wouldn’t help you with the rent.

“Maybe you could convince him?” She batted her eyelashes.

“He wont listen to me.”

“My parents are probably gonna ask him.” She leaned her head between her hands. “I’m going to be homeless.” She put on a show.

“Shut up…everything will be fine.”

-

Later that day, after Jisoo left you went next door.

You knocked a few times and heard no answer. Luckily you tried his door knob and it was unlocked. You thought this was the wrong neighborhood to be leaving your door unlocked.

You didn’t see any sign of him so you thought of the first place where he could be. His studio. As said, you saw him with his headphones on. You bit your tongue seeing him finally bottling up his music.

You pulled his headphones down so they were now on his shoulder. “Hey.” You greeted.

“You should really start locking your door.” You smirked.

“I figured you were coming.” He gave that intense stare.

You blushed. “Your sister’s worried about you.”

He leaned back into his chair rolling his eyes. “Of course she is.”

“I’m serous Yoongi.”

“Just tell her I’m fine.” He turned back towards his computer.

“It’s more then that….she wants you in her life.”

He leaned his head against his hand. “Why?”

“What happened between you two?” You asked.

“It’s nothing…..I don’t want to talk about it.” He avoided your question.

“Yoongi-”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” He raised his voice and put his headphones back on blasting his music.

You took that as your sign to leave. It was a touchy subject that wasn’t your business to medal, even though you were technically asked to.

You got up and as soon as you reached your apartment you crashed to your couch. Sammy immediately jumped up laying on your stomach.

“Men.” You rolled your eyes as Sammy purred against you.

-

Yoongi was blasting music to calm him self down. He hated thinking that his sister was talking about him to you. He tossed his earphones back off feeling guilty. He didn’t mean to snap at you.

He left making his way towards your apartment. He ran your door bell like usual. You got up retrieving to the door. You opened and you were surprised it was Yoongi but also you didn’t expect anyone else to be at your door.

You didn’t answer you just walked back into your apartment. You made your way over to your kitchen to open a can of soda. You were giving Yoongi a cold shoulder but he deserved it for snapping at you. And you wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine.

You could feel his presence behind you. “I’m sorry for being a jerk.” He softly spoken.

“You’re always a jerk.” You bit inside your cheek.

“I know.”

You turned around looking at him. “It’s none of my business anyway, I should of ignored Jisoo.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes again but not at you. “What does my sister want?” You looked up surprised.

“She quotes she wants to take you out of the house.”

He just stared at you un-amused. “Fine, tell her I’ll fill her in.” You smiled seeing Yoongi smile.

“But you come first.” He was now in front of you making you lean against the counter.

You blushed. He filled in the small space when his lips brushed yours. You felt butterflies burst through your stomach.

You jumped up wrapping your legs around his waist and he immediately brought you to your bedroom.

As soon as he placed you on your bed he was already towering over you kissing you immensely. You tugged on his shirt bringing him closer.

You felt him reach under you to unhook your bra. He had easier access as you were only wearing a tank top. He slipped your bra out of your shirt with no problems.

You moaned against his lips as you felt him play with your breast. As you started to feel friction rising you felt a buzzing in your pocket. You tried to ignore the irritation but the sensation had you giving in. You pulled away to look at your phone as Yoongi moved down to sucking your neck.

“Fuck!” You whined.

“What?” He looked at you.

“It’s Jisoo.” You panicked.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “Don’t answer.”

“I have to….shes expecting me.”

“So?”

Before you could reply you answered. “Hey Ji.” You greeted

“Hey….so….did you talk to my brother?”

You watched as Yoongi face was annoyed yet puzzled.

“Yup….he said where and when.”

Yoongi leaned down sucking on your neck once again. You mentally panicked as you felt his tongue brush your skin. You tried to stay calm as Jisoo was listening on the other line.

“Really? How did you get him to agree.?” She asked excited.

You were hypnotized by the pleasure you almost didn’t hear her.

“U-um…..what?” You stuttered.

“I said, how did you get him to agree?” She repeated.

Yoongi sat up. “I just asked him.” Which was the truth.

You watched Yoongi tug down your jeans tossing them aside. He then smirked as he pulled your panties down.

You breathing picked up as you watched him dip down kissing up your inner thigh. It was clearly audible through the phone.

“Are you okay?” She asked suddenly.

“W-what? I’m fine.” You gulped.

“There’s no way you just asked him.” She continued.

You couldn’t help but moan as you felt Yoongi’s tongue slid through your folds.

“You sure you’re okay, it sounds like you’re masturbating.” She giggled.

“What? I’m just watching my show, that lawyer is something else.” You laughed nervously.

“Trust me I know….so what should we do then?”

You bit your lip as Yoongi continued to lick up your core.

“Maybe you should ask your brother?” You suggested as you felt Yoongis fingers slide into your center.

“Fuck.” You whispered.

Yoongi quickly popped his head up.

“Tell her you’re busy.” Then he continued what he was doing aggressively.

“Are you sure you’re not doing what I think your doing?” She generally sounded confused.

You reached down tugging through Yoongi’s hair causing him to lean into you closer.

“Of course not.”

“I’m not convinced….you seeing someone?” She asked.

You were so dazed you couldn’t even control your emotions. “No why?”

“Because I heard a mans voice a second ago.”

“Huh?”

“And you’re like totally not listening to me.”

“My tv is really loud sorry.”

“Are you having sex?” She sounded more disgusted.

“Jisoo….can we talk later?”

“Oh my God….you are….(Y/N) what the fuck?” She whined.

“I am not….call me later after you talk to your brother.”

“I can’t believe you.”

“I’m not doing anything I swear….I would of told you if I was seeing someone.” You tried to steady your voice that time.

Then you hung up not caring if she had a respond. You felt like you were close to an orgasm by this point. But before that could happen Yoongi’s phone start ringing.

He got up and slapped his forehead. “I’m definitely not answering.” He held up his phone showing Jisoo’s user ID.

He clicked the bottom on the side to silence it and he sexily started to unzip his pants.

“Can you hurry?” You whined.

He took that to action and immediately got on top of you leaning down kissing your lips. You reached into his bed side table grabbing a condom accidentally knocking things over.

Yoongi looked up arching his eyebrows. “Can you be quiet.” He teased with a smirk.

“I swear.” You threaten as you handed him the condom and he rolled it on.

You felt him brush his member against you core before pushing in. It didn’t take him long to quicken his speed making the pleasure take over. You pushed him over so you be on top taking control.

He smirked by your actions.

You rocked against him in a steady pace taking in the pleasure that you wanted desperately. You moaned as he weakened beneath you. He grabbed a hold of your hips trying to control himself.

You felt his warm juices spill, making you reach your climax. You felt dizzy from the quick exchange that you felt Yoongi grab your hand comfortably. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” You giggled. “You wear me out.” You fell to his side.

“I’m sorry.” He smiled. You loved his smile. It was beautiful.

Since everything that happened you thought deeply. What was this? Did he really want to be with you? Or was he another guy who just wanted sex?

You wanted to find out for sure.

“If your sister is going to be around….that means we can’t be…..close.” You almost spilled everything.

He lost his smile. “It’s not like she will be around me every second of the day.” You could already hear the annoyance in his voice. Little did he know.

“You’re right….sorry.”

He grabbed your hand bringing it to his lips. You were taken back by the romantic gesture. You felt butterflies from this side.

“I told you, I don’t care if she finds out….but I will only do it for you.”

You smiled.

You both heard his phone ringing once again. He groaned in annoyance. He got up grabbing his boxers in the process.

“It’s my mom?” You quickly got up yourself throwing on your clothes as he answered.

“I better take this.” He pursed his lips.

“It’s fine, I have school work to catch up on.” You kissed his cheek and he pouted understanding.

He grabbed his stuff and answered the phone on his way out.

Unfortunately you knew what that phone call was and you didn’t want to be near him when he finds out.

-

“Hello.” Yoongi answered the phone.

“Hey sweetie.” Yoongis mother greeted through the phone. “How are you?”

“Good.” Yoongi answered quietly.

“I know you’re probably busy but could you make time for a family dinner.” Yoongi mentally groaned but he didn’t want his mother to know that.

“Yeah.”

“Really? Thank you sweety…..Tavolo’s around 6.” Yoongi’s mother sounded excited.

“Okay.” Then they said their goodbyes.

-

As soon as Yoongi got to the restaurant he spotted his family immediately. The only surprise was that Jisoo was there. Why was she here? Why was he here? He thought.

“Min Yoongi, you came.” His mother jumped up hugging her son.

“Hi mom.” Yoongi had a soft spot for his mom. He loved the attention, even if he didn’t act like it.

Then his father got up shaking his hand. “Been a while since we’ve seen you.”

“I know.” He started to sit but Jisoo quickly hugged him.

“Hi Yoongi.” His sister greeted.

Yoongi just let Jisoo hug him but he didn’t respond. Then she sadly sat down next to him.

“So how’s work?” Yoongis mother asked.

“It’s fine.” He nodded.

“You still dating the girl you work with?”

Yoongi was taken back by his mothers question.

“No we broke up.”

“You two will work it out huh?” His mother knew of the on again off again relationship her son was in.

“Okay we called you both here because we feel like we’re drifting away as a family.” His mother wanted to get to the chase.

Yoongi arched his eyebrows confused.

“Look at you two, you’re not close anymore….Jisoo you may live with us but you never talk to us….and Yoongi you never come home anymore or even call.” His mom started to wipe the tears that brushed her cheeks.

“That’s why Jisoo will be moving in with you.”

“Sorry what?” Yoongi asked.

Jisoo already knew of her parents plan so she just sat there quietly.

“You heard me….you two need to build your relationship again.”

“And you think living together will change that….if anything it will make it worse.” Yoongi snapped.

“Please sweetie….Jisoo can’t live with us anymore…and It’s only temporary, until she can find her own place to live….teach her some responsibility to be on her own.”

So a life lesson?

Yoongi slouched in his chair nodding his head in approval.

“I promise, this will be good for you both.”

-

You were about to leave for your waitress job as you heard a faint knock at your door. You got up to answer it and as soon as you answered the door. Yoongi pushed you inside pinning you to your door.

He kissed you desperately and aggressively making your stomach turn with pleasure.

You gently pushed him off so you could get a breather.

“What’s with you?” You giggled.

“We need to hurry because I don’t know how much alone time we will get anymore.” He leaned down kissing your neck.

“What do you mean?” You had a little sense from what he was talking about but you wanted to be sure.

“My parents are making Jisoo move in with me.” He huffed annoyed.

“Why?”

“Because they want us to be close again and they thought they could use me to teach her some grown up responsibilities.”

You pursed your lips to try not to laugh. Jisoo was your typical college student, careless, irresponsible, and lazy.

“This isnt her fault….she loves you.”

“I know…I just wish she could grow up a little….on her own.”

You slipped out a giggle, not helping it. “You think this is funny?” Yoongi said playfully.

“Nope.” You bit your lip.

Yoongi leaned back in kissing you passionately. You could feel his arousal already through his jeans.

“We need to hurry.” He whispered.

You tugged down his pants buckle quickly as he pulled your left leg around his waist. You felt his member brush your underwear out of the way before quickly pushing in.

You moaned against his lips feeling him go deep. You had to hold onto his shoulders to remain steady.

Everything felt like it was going too fast. You could feel your pleasure building up but next thing you know you heard knocking on the door next door.

“Fuck shes here.” He groaned but not stopping.

“Yoongi?” You heard Jisoo knock.

You could feel him start to slow down. “Don’t stop.” You whispered.

He quickened his pace once again bringing that familiar feeling back.

“(Y/N)?” Then you heard the knock coming from right behind you.

“Hurry hurry.” You moaned quietly.

Then there it was, your orgasm hitting you like a truck. You felt limb against your door as you felt Yoongi release inside you.

“(Y/N)? You in there?”

You tried to steady your breathing as so Yoongi. He slid out of you so fast that you almost fell over without his support. He buckled his pants back up.

“What the fuck we do now?”

“Not be obvious that’s for sure.” You fixed your uniform then fixed his hair.

You opened the door and were met with a pacing Jisoo.

“Hey.” You greeted your friend.

“Didn’t you hear me?”

“No sorry, I was getting ready for work.”

Then she finally saw her brother. “What are you doing here? You knew I was coming.” She pointed to his apartment frustrated.

“(Y/N) needed my help with something.” He lied.

“Yeah….remember…..my cable broke again.” You pursed your lips.

“But you’re leaving for work?” Jisoo was trying to piece the puzzle together.

“Yeah but I thought I would catch him while he’s actually around.” You nervously laughed.

Jisoo still had evidence of confusion in her face.

“Come on let’s get you inside.” Yoongi pushed her to his apartment.

“See you later.” You started to leave.

“Whatever.” Yoongi grouched. At first you thought he was serious but the cute smile he was holding had you blushing.

-

As you were working you couldn’t get Yoongi out of your head once again, but this feeling was different.

You were falling for him and you knew it. You felt happy when he was around but how were you going to show those feelings with Jisoo in the way? You loved her and she was your best friend but if she found out, you knew she wouldn’t be happy.

But you felt like you couldn’t be happy if you had to hide from her.

-

When you woke up this morning you immediately went to make yourself some coffee.

“Boo!” You jumped almost dropping your fresh cup.

“Jisoo? What the fuck you doing here?”

“I know you get home at like 2am but you need to at least lock your door.” She laughed.

“Sick of your brothers place already?” You sat down on the couch throwing a blanket around you.

“No he was called into work.” That’s rare.

“So are you and my brother together?” You nearly choked on your coffee.

“No….why would you think that?” You nervously answered.

She looked at you hard. “But you’re dating someone right? And I figured because you two are always together it seems.”

“No and no.” You denied.

“Then explain that phone call.” She crossed her arms.

“I told you I was distracted by my show.” Jisoo had no change of expression, she knew you were lying.

“Okay, good then because I’m pretty sure that my brother is back with his ex anyway so I thought I warned you just in case.” She snipped. She got up and headed towards the door.

“See ya later.”

What the fuck has gotten into her?

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NaNoWriMo 2017 - Excerpt #5

Total Word Count: 26,749 (On Schedule!) Today’s Word Count: 1,684

Related Reading: Previous Excerpts | General NaNo Tag

I was also on schedule yesterday and managed to write the recommended daily amount, but I couldn’t find anything from what I’d written yesterday that I really wanted to share. I like this section of what I wrote today, though. These two feel the most natural for me to write interacting, even though they’re both very new to me (as in, created solely for this year’s NaNo), so I feel like I’m on some kind of right track...

Ooh! Oh! But while I have you here... It is customary during NaNo to offer people prompts or little challenges that writers then have to try and work into their stories. It just adds an extra bit of fun (and occasionally helps get that word count going), so if any of you get ideas, my ask box is open!

Okay. Enough chatter. On to the readings!

Marcus Kinkaid opens his eyes to see a pair of round, blue lenses staring down at him. He sits up with a start, a half-scream in his throat until his common sense catches up with him and he realizes that it is only Belknap. She is wearing those goddamn sunglasses again.

“Good morning, Kinkaid!”

“Bel—fuck—it’s not—”

“It’s well into the afternoon, I know, but I thought I would come check on you. I sent you on that errand for supplies and then you never showed…” She looks around. “Is this your new apartment? It’s not bad.”

“How did you get in here?” Kinkaid sits up, running a quick hand through his hair and another over his clothes. His lower back chastises him for falling asleep on the couch. “I never gave you a key—”

“No, but you also forgot to put up your ‘don’t come in here’ sign—” Belknap taps on the back of the door. “—and you know that means no lock can keep me out.”

Not when it concerns him, at least. That was one of the earliest lessons she taught him.

“I bought your things. They’re on the table.” He points to the dining room table, upon which a set of paper and plastic bags sits together. “Some of the shop owners asked for you. They were surprised to see me. A few of them thought I was dead—really, truly dead.”

“And who wouldn’t, really? You disappear off to some facility for Goddess only knows how long, without telling anybody. What’s the world supposed to think?”

“You could’ve told them,” Kinkaid points out. “You knew where I was—or at least, I mean, you had a pretty decent idea of where I’d—”

“And let them have the chance to speculate and spread rumors? Please—” Belknap lowers her sunglasses and gives him a hard stare. “You left without telling me. I’m not in the business of revealing what I’m not supposed to know.”

He wants to fire back that she isn’t in the business of revealing what she does know, either, but he opts to keep this to himself. Instead, Kinkaid rises, pressing circles into his lower back as he walks towards the kitchen. Surely, some past version of himself was kind of enough to leave behind leftovers of whatever meal he had either cooked or bought, right? Surely, it was in the fridge or maybe the freezer or even still (perhaps unwisely) hiding in a container in the microwave—

“Whatever you’re looking for, I threw it out,” Belknap calls from the dining table that serves as the midway between kitchen and living room. “It smelled awful. Pretty sure it was already rotten, whatever it was.”

The air rushes out between Kinkaid’s teeth. “Great.”

“If you’re hungry, we can go to lunch.”

“If it’s all the same to you, I’m not hungry enough to want to leave the house,” Kinkaid answers. He spots the pint of vanilla yogurt sitting in the middle of the fridge and fights the urge to toss it straight into the trash. “I’ll just make myself… I don’t know. Something. Maybe I won’t make myself anything. Maybe I’ll just go back to the couch and waste away slowly.”

“Dramatic as ever, I see.” Belknap pokes her head into the door. “Did they appreciate your morbid sense of humor over there or did they see it as further reason to keep you locked up with the other oddities?”

Kinkaid doesn’t answer. Instead, he turns away and busies himself with studying the bread on the counter. There is half a loaf left. None of the slices look moldy. It’s probably safe.

“Did you really come all this way to check on me or were you just wanting your stuff that badly?” There are, mercifully, full jars of peanut butter and Nutella in the cupboard. “You could’ve just as easily called. In fact, you probably should have.”

“Should I?”

“Considering you have a stranger in your home—”

“And who do I thank for that?” Belknap is gone from the doorway when he goes to search for a plate and a butter knife. He can hear the rustling of plastic bags.

“You can only rub my nose in it for so long, Belknap. Don’t push it.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I don’t plan to.” Something weighted lands on his table, probably one of the jars he picked up in a very tiny shop hidden in an alley not too far from where the tourists like to gather downtown. “I’m surprised they let you just have this.”

“Not for free, obviously. There should be a note attached—” Kinkaid pulls out for slices and lays them on the plate. He starts with the peanut butter first. “Where is Celene?”

“I have to meet them for tea…tomorrow… Well, that’s going to cut into my schedule.” Footsteps announce her return to the kitchen doorway. “What was the question?”

“Celene,” he repeats. “Aren’t you supposed to be watching her? What if she escapes or tries to hurt herself or—”

“I appreciate this sudden swell of concern, but it’s unnecessary. Besides, she’s probably still curled up in the bathtub, screaming her head off while her insides go through their final bleed.”

Kinkaid drops his butter knife and fixes her with a sharp look. Belknap merely shrugs and, after reminding him that he asked, disappears back to the dining table. Yes, of course he asked. No, it was not out of some “sudden swell of concern.” It was legitimate concern that is totally necessary, considering the circumstances. Here was this woman with her life ahead of her, who trusted him completely (or at least enough to be alone with him) and he had…done the unthinkable.

“There’s something about that girl…” The way Belknap is talking in the next room, Kinkaid knows it’s as much for him to hear regardless of how much she makes herself sound like she’s talking to herself. “There’s just something about this girl that isn’t…quite…right.”

He closes the peanut butter jar and considers his options.

Fuck it. He’ll bite.

“What do you mean?”

“She doesn’t talk. Not a single word.”

Kinkaid blinks. “What’re you talking about?”

“Exactly what I said—” And when she enters the kitchen doorway this time, she is holding a smaller jar wrapped in blue gingham fabric that hides the contents from view. “Also, I’m pretty sure they duped you on this one, which is probably their way of saying I need to visit them in person, too. Goddammit—”

“Maybe next time you should just go yourself.”

“I will ignore your backtalk because you’re clearly tired and hungry,” Belknap answers. “But tell me; she wasn’t naturally mute when you met her, was she?”

Kinkaid blinks. “What?”

“The girl hasn’t spoken a single word since waking. In fact, I don’t think she’s even vocalized a sound, which probably means she’s doing considerably less screaming than I first assumed, which is a shame, considering—”

“Jesus, Bel—”

“Anyway, anyway—” She waves the idea off. “I need to know if that was the case with her before, or if that’s a startling new development that I need to look into. So. My dearest Kinkaid. Was she or was she not a mute when you met her?”

“She wasn’t.” And this, he knows with the utmost amount of certainty; his mind is already wandering backward, seeking out the most recent memories. “She…she had a beautiful voice, actually.”

Belknap raises an eyebrow. “Beautiful?”

“Yeah.”

It flashes across his internal vision as a series of quick cuts—the almost-hidden entrance and its strange sign above the door, the smoky stairway down into darkness and the scent of shisha that grew the further he went, the brightness of the lights on stage and…and her. Or rather, her voice.

“Her voice was beautiful?” Belknap’s doubting voice shatters the scene. “What, like maybe she was a siren beautiful or—?”

“No, I don’t know, she was just—she had a good singing voice. I don’t know—” Kinkaid shakes his head and goes back to his sandwiches. “I was interested. We got to talking. I liked her. That was it.”

“Uh-huh…”

He can feel Belknap watching him as he finishes up. As he turns to put things back in the cupboard, her gaze bores a hole into his back, right between the shoulder blades. Kinkaid does his best to ignore this. He checks another cupboard and finds his stash of little K-cups still in place. He pulls one at random and slips it into the Keurig, reaching for the cable with his other hand—

“I already plugged it in.” Belknap turns to go back to checking her wares. “It’s already got water in it, too!”

So it is. So it does.