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[luv-lock]

ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤSTALKERㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☆⁠ PAIRING : Dick Grayson x Fem Reader

☆⁠ HEADCANON : How It's Like Having Him As Your Stalker?

☆⁠ NOTES : English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

You never noticed him at first.

Which was strange, really. Because Dick was a presence—magnetic, charming, always the kind of guy who could steal attention in any room, even when he wasn’t trying.

But with you? He liked to stay hidden. Lurking in the shadows. Watching.

At first, it was innocent (or so he told himself). He noticed you at a coffee shop one day, lost in a book, chewing on the end of your pen as you scribbled something in a notebook. He found himself drawn to the little things—the way you furrowed your brows when concentrating, the way you smiled at something on your phone, the soft way you carried yourself. It was just curiosity at first. That’s all.

Then he saw you again. And again. And suddenly, he was seeing you everywhere.

It became a habit, a compulsion. He memorized your routine like it was a mission. When you got coffee. What time you left work. What stores you liked to browse in. He told himself he was just making sure you were safe—because Gotham was dangerous, right? A girl like you, alone? Vulnerable? It only made sense that he’d keep an eye on you.

Then he got closer.

It started small. Brushing past you on the subway, close enough to inhale the scent of your shampoo. Sitting near you in a cafe, pretending to be busy on his phone while he listened to the way you spoke. Learning your favorite drink, so he could leave it waiting for you at the counter when you arrived—anonymously, of course. You’d glance around, confused, but never knew it was him.

You weren’t even aware that he was already in your apartment.

Not when you were there, of course—he’d never scare you like that. But while you were out? He’d slip inside with an ease that almost disappointed him (you really needed better locks). He never took anything—he just… looked. Examined the little pieces of your life. The books stacked beside your bed. The jewelry you left on the dresser. The clothes draped over the chair, still carrying the ghost of your body’s warmth.

He touched them sometimes. Ran his fingers over the fabric. Just to feel close to you.

The obsession grew.

He started taking things—small things, things you wouldn’t notice were gone. A hair tie. A receipt you left on the counter. A half-used tube of lip balm. They were trophies, proof that he was part of your world even if you didn’t know it yet.

And the pictures. Oh, the pictures.

They covered his walls. You smiling. You asleep on the bus, head tucked against the window. You looking at a menu, deep in thought. Hundreds of them, from every angle, every moment of your life he could capture without you noticing.

And the best part?

You liked him.

You had no idea, of course, but Dick could see it. The way you glanced at him when he finally started talking to you, when he finally made himself known in your life. It was easy—he was charming, he was sweet, he was everything you’d want in a guy.

So he inserted himself into your life, seamlessly.

“Oh, hey, fancy seeing you here!” A bright smile. A friendly laugh. “What a coincidence, huh?”

It wasn’t a coincidence.

It was orchestrated, down to the second. Every “random” encounter, every meeting—it was all planned, deliberate. But you didn’t question it. Why would you? He was Dick Grayson. A gentleman. A hero.

You never realized the full weight of his devotion.

Never realized how deep it ran.

Never realized how much worse it could get.

Because the thought of losing you? The thought of someone else having you?

It made him sick.

It made him furious.

It made him violent.

You noticed the change after a while. The possessiveness in his touch, the way his grip lingered on your wrist, the way his blue eyes darkened when you so much as smiled at another man.

“I just don’t want you getting hurt,” he’d say, voice honey-sweet. “You’re too trusting, sweetheart. Not everyone has good intentions.”

Not like him.

So when your ex went missing, you didn’t think much of it.

When that guy at work—the one who flirted with you—got mugged and beaten within an inch of his life, you chalked it up to Gotham’s crime rate.

And when you started feeling like you were being watched, even in the safety of your own home���well.

Dick was always there to reassure you.

“It’s okay, babe,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your hair. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

And he meant it.

Even if that meant keeping you all to himself.

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[stayteezdreams]

And His Name Was Death {Part One}

Summoned

Plot: What happens when you accidentally summon death himself, and he decides he doesn't want to leave?

{Part Two}

Pairing: Death!Park Seonghwa x Gn!Reader

Requests: "I thought I saw something" + 'You meet Death himself, and he seems to have a crush on you.' + 'The creaking of an old door' + 'Accidentally summoning a demon while decorating'

Requested by: Anonymous; @tumbleboof and @amalialoved

A/n: yeah...I enjoyed writing these requests so much it turned into a series.

Warnings: Mildly suggestive content. Mentions of death (obviously)

Words: ~5.3k

Joy radiated through you as you rifled through the various decorations you had picked up on your recent trip into town. You could never resist decorations, especially Halloween decorations.

Between the festive scented candles, candle holders, themed mugs, fake webs, and candy, your counter top was covered in your new purchases.

Your eyes drifted to the last bag as you delicately pulled it open. Lifting out the object wrapped in brown paper, you unwrapped. Smiling softly at the old book, you ran your fingers over it. It had clearly been heavily used and was obviously quite old. The cover was engraved with barely legible markings, in a language you guessed was Latin, or at least similar to it.

Flipping through the pages, your eyes scanned the various blocks of text you couldn't understand, as well as random sketched pictures ranging from plants, to weapons, and what you assume were various monsters.

When you had gone to the antique store, you didn't really intend to buy anything, but when you spotted the old book sitting on a shelf, somewhat hidden behind an old lock box, you felt almost drawn to it. For a moment it felt as though you recognized it, like it was yours, but obviously you had never seen it before.

When you picked it up, you couldn't ignore the desire to buy it that bubbled up, so you did just that. You convinced yourself it would be a good Halloween decoration, though it did cost more than the other decorations you had bought combined. Something you would be convincing yourself was a good idea for a while. Though you feared you would just end up regretting it later.

As you reached the last page of the book as you quickly flipped through it, you stopped as you saw two handwritten passages on the back cover. It was in ink but had obviously been written a long time ago.

You ran your finger over the top passage as you wondered what it was. It was written in another language, but you found yourself muttering the words out loud as best as you could.

When you finished the first passage, you felt a wave of dizziness wash over you and you closed your eyes, shaking your head softly as you opened them again. The dizziness passed, and you hummed to yourself. After a moment's thought, you figured it was because you hadn't eaten yet.

Your eyes drifted to the second passage, but before you could read it, you jolted as you heard a loud fluttering sound similar to wings coming from behind you. Looking back towards the hallway, you furrowed your brow.

'Did a bird get in?' You thought to yourself as you made your way cautiously towards where the noise had originated.

After checking every room and making sure no windows were open, you wandered back to the kitchen, no bird being found. You shook your head, thinking maybe it had just flown past the window and sounded like it was inside.

Your eyes locked on the book and you frowned, pausing in your steps. It was now shut, though you swore you hadn't closed it. As you walked back to the book, you felt goosebumps rise up your arms and neck.

Instead of opening it again, you set it up on the counter beside the cauldron candy bowl. After sparing it one more curious glance, you continued to set out the decorations, only stopping when there was a knock at your door. You grinned to yourself as you quickly padded towards the door, knowing your friends had arrived for an evening hangout.

One Halloween movie later, you all stretched and joked as Yeosang and Wooyoung argued over the next movie to be put it. San made his way to the kitchen to grab some more candy, and you heard him call out to you a moment later.

Looking back at him, you saw him assessing the old book, "What's this?"

You turned around and smiled, "Isn't it cool? I found it at an old antique shop. I thought it would make a cool decoration."

"It's creepy." Yesoang commented as he looked over to see what San had.

"That's the point." Wooyoung said with a scoff, causing Yeosang to glare at him.

Seeing San suddenly look back further into the house, you followed his line of sight. "What?"

He slowly looked back at you and shook his head a bit, "I thought I saw something."

You felt goosebumps rise up your arms again but ignored them. "I thought I heard something earlier, like a bird got in, but I couldn't find anything."

"Want me to look?"

"Sure." You said with a soft nod, watching as he made his way into the back of your house.

As you watched him disappear, you got an odd feeling in your stomach, like a knot starting to form. As you began to rise, feeling as though you should follow him, he came back out with a shrug of his shoulders.

"I didn't see anything."

"Huh." You plopped back down, feeling a bit of relief wash over you, though the knot in your stomach still remained.

"Maybe your house is haunted." Wooyoung teased making you roll your eyes.

Though, when you spared the book another glance, and your mind flashed back to it being closed when you swore you left it open, you almost believed his words.

As Yeosang put another movie in, after winning against Wooyoung in rock, paper, scissors, and San had his fill of candy choices, you tried to distract yourself from your wandering thoughts.

Your thoughts however were only distracted for a short time, as you caught onto an unfamiliar figure in the TV's reflection as the screen went black momentarily. It was only for a second, but you swore someone was standing right behind you.

Not wanting to freak yourself out, you slowly turned your head, finding that the room was empty behind you. You stared down the darkened hallway, as you felt as though you were being watched. Looking back at the book, you took in a deep breath.

"Are you sure there was nothing when you looked San?"

San looked over at you, noticing you peering back at the dark area of your house.

He frowned "Yeah I'm sure, why?"

"I don't know" You hesitated, "I just...got a weird feeling."

Yeosang had now paused the movie and he and Wooyoung looked back down the hallway as well.

San stood up tapping Wooyoung's leg, "Come on."

You looked over at them as they all stood up, "What are you doing?"

"We'll check everything, so you can feel better about it okay?"

You smiled at him as you stood up as well, "That would make me feel better."

He smiled and nodded as you all walked through the house, checking every closet and every room. Yeosang checked every door and window until you were satisfied.

You sat back on the couch with a sigh, "Maybe watching horror movies when I know I live alone isn't such a good idea." You joked, making the others chuckle.

"Or, maybe I was right." Wooyoung wiggled his eyebrows and you smacked his shoulder. "Shut up! I do not want to think about my house being haunted Woo."

He chuckled, "Sorry, sorry. I'm sure it's not, I'm just joking."

"Come on, let's put in a more lighthearted movie. That will be better right?" Yeosang asked looking at you, and you nodded with a smile, grateful he wanted you to feel more comfortable.

Even with the house fully checked, you felt uneasy when the time came for the three to go home. You knew your house was empty, you knew you were safe, but something felt...off.

San gave you a soft smile, "You gonna be okay?"

You nodded your head, "Yeah, I'll be fine." It wasn't a lie, you hoped.

Throwing away candy wrappers and washing your drinking glasses, you started to feel a bit better as your house grew quiet. As you began to sing softly to yourself, your nerves began to settle even more. You really were just riling yourself up with stupid thoughts.

Creak

Your voice went silent and your whole body froze as the door at the end of the hallway creaked open.

Looking to your left, you slowly reached over, grabbing the heavy candle holder you had bought earlier in the day. Silently, you walked to the hall and turned the light on, seeing it empty ahead of you. The door was in fact open and you felt your heart thump painfully in your chest.

You let out a shaky breath as you slowly crept down the hall, peering into every room, until you finally checked the last room, yet finding nothing once again.

You cursed to yourself as you walked back into your kitchen. Scoffing as you set the candle holder down, you grabbed the book and stared at it.

"You're not really haunted, are you?"

"Not quite."

Gasping you dropped the book as you quickly grabbed the candle holder, spinning around you saw a man standing a few feet away. Chucking the candle holder at him, he dodged it, though barely, as he was surprised by your quick movements.

You froze for a second as the man looked back at you, surprise fading into a smirk, "Good reflexes."

Quickly reaching behind you, you grabbed a knife from the counter and held it defensively.

His smirked seemed to widen, "A fighter too."

"Who are you?" You asked boldly, though there was a waver in your voice.

He quirked his brow, "Shouldn't you know? You called me here."

He could see the confusion that crossed your face and his interest continued to pique.

"What do you mean?" Your grip tightened around the handle of the knife.

Tilting his head softly, his eyes drifted to the book on the counter behind you, "That little incantation you read earlier."

You quickly glance at the book, and your eyes furrowed more, "What?"

He furrowed his brow before he scoffed, "You have magic in your veins and you aren't even aware of it."

You were as far away from the man as you could get but fully cornered in your kitchen. Eyeing the counter, you knew you were fully prepared to vault over it if needed.

"What does that mean? Who are you?" You asked again, your voice holding more force than before.

"It means you are a child of witches. No matter how far back in your bloodline, only those with magic in their blood can use that book. And you summoned me."

"S-summoned?"

Your heart pounded in your chest as your mind went wild. This guy was crazy, or maybe you were crazy. Whichever one it was, nothing was making sense.

Slowly, the man smiled, showing his bright white teeth. Bowing to you, he peered up, and as his eyes met yours you could see they were now completely black. Your heart jolted with shock as you felt locked in place.

"And to answer your other question. I am Death." Standing straight up again, you watched as his eyes faded back to brown. "But, you can call me Seonghwa. It is the name I go by with humans."

"Yeah, I'm going crazy." You muttered, staring almost blankly at him.

He tilted his head and a soft smile graced his face. "Is that easier to believe?"

"Is it easier to believe I'm going crazy over the fact that I somehow summoned Death into my house? Yeah, a bit."

He grinned at your words before he moved to walk into your living room. You followed him with your eyes, taking the moment to move out of your kitchen and to an area you could easily make a break for it if needed.

Looking around he smiled, "At least I didn't get summoned by someone who wanted to use me, or trap me. Last time that happened- Well, it didn't work out very well for him."

A shiver ran up your spine at his words, and you spoke again, your voice soft, and showing your new fear.

"Are you going to kill me?

Slowly he looked over at you, and for a moment you saw what you could only describe as dejection.

"Do you want to die?" He asked slowly, making your breath catch.

You shook your head, "No."

He smiled again and you almost felt relieved. "Then no, I am not going to kill you."

As he looked back towards your living room, you watched him pick up a piece of chocolate and eat it. You took this moment to fully take in his appearance.

His black hair perfectly matched his fully black outfit, and you couldn't deny he was gorgeous, almost ethereal even. If he wasn't a stranger claiming to be Death as he walked around your house as if he hadn't broken in, you might be flirting with him.

Looking over at you, his eyes scanned you before landing on the knife still in your hand.

"That won't do anything by the way." He commented with a casual tone.

Your eyes fell down to the knife in your hand and you held it tighter. "You say that, but it makes me feel better."

His lip quirked up slightly, "Then keep it."

You glanced over at the book and recalled everything that had happened since you bought it. Noises, shadows in the corner of your eyes, the feeling of being watched, but never finding or seeing anyone. Maybe he really was telling the truth.

"Why- what is an incantation to summon death doing written in the back of an old book?"

He shrugged "Well, it's not just an old book, its a grimoire, a spell book for witches. And it belonged to the last man who summoned me. The one who trapped me." You could hear malice in his voice as he looked back over at the book and your chest tightened.

"The one you killed?"

His eyes fell on you and his brow quirked, "How do you know I killed him?"

"You implied it. Besides, you said you were Death." You quickly answered.

His lips curled into a smile you would normally find charming if he weren't so unnerving.

"Smart too." He hummed as he turned to face you fully, his eyes scanned you up and down, as something you didn't recognize flashed in his eyes.

He started to walk slowly towards you and a shiver crawled up your spine, you backed away, and your felt your heart drop as your back hit the wall. Lifting your hand you reminded him of the knife as you gripped it, ready to fight if needed.

He stopped right in front of you and you felt your breath catch. The tip of the knife was pressed to his chest, but he didn't so much as blink.

Lifting his hand, he reached towards your face, his fingers gently caressing your cheek.

"Brave, strong-willed, smart, and beautiful."

His touch was cold, but it felt nice, and you resisted the urge to let out a sigh. The thought alone jarring you. You should be afraid, you should be yelling, running, fighting, but you weren't.

You met his eyes and you were startled by the softness he held in his gaze.

"What do you want from me?" You asked, voice soft, just above a whisper.

He tilted his head ever so slightly as he admired your face, dropping his hand.

"I was going to ask you that." Stepping away from you, he walked over to your fridge, pulling it open. "You summoned me, though I now know it was an accident. What was it you told your friend? You thought it would make a nice decoration?" You could hear a note of amusement in his tone.

You watched him rummage through your fridge as you thought back on your conversation with San. So he really had been here in the house, unseen, invisible. You recalled the reflection in the TV and you shivered.

Silently you walked back over to the book, the grimoire, as he called it. Quietly flipping through it, you wondered if every passage was a different spell. And you couldn't help but wonder, if you summoned him could you maybe do more?

You glanced back up at him, seeing him investigating your left-overs. Setting the knife down, you continued to flip to the end of the book.

Finding the last passage, the one you had summoned him with, your eyes fell to the second half, the part you had not read aloud. If the first half summoned him, perhaps the second half-

Before you could even finish your thought, you were being pressed up against the counter, hands held down at your sides, as Seonghwa's chest was pressed against your own. His nose brushed yours as his eyes held an intense gaze with yours.

"Don't." His voice was strong, but you thought you heard...panic?

"Don't what?" You asked somewhat breathlessly, still startled by his quick movements. You hadn't even seen him step away from the fridge.

"Read it."

"Why?" You asked, a challenge in your tone. You already knew you had been right, and from his reaction, he knew you knew it too.

"Because I don't want to go."

You felt your gut twist at the sudden vulnerability on his face, the tone of his voice did show fear, and almost desperation.

"Wh-why?" You asked again, your tone softer this time.

You felt his grip on your wrists loosen, but he still held you against him. Seonghwa debated telling you, what if you were secretly cruel? Just waiting for the perfect moment to get your hands back on the book? But as he studied your gaze a bit longer, he saw the genuine curiosity, and kindness peaking through, he also saw concern. For him? He felt his chest clench.

No, you weren't cruel, you were something...else. Something that intrigued him more than he could fully understand just yet.

"It's been so long since I've come here without cause or instruction, I'd like to stay. Unless you demand something of me."

"Demand?"

"You summoned me, and because of that, you have some realm of control over me. So tell me, what do you want?"

You stared into his eyes and saw various emotions coursing through them. What had others who summoned him demanded he do? He was Death, so did that mean he was summoned to kill? And who? Innocent people? Evil people? What did the man who owned the grimoire before you do to him when he trapped him?

The more you thought of these possibilities, the more you could make sense of the emotions in his gaze. He was afraid, he was angry, he was tired. He wanted to be free.

You found yourself shaking your head. "I don't want anything."

Seonghwa studied your face for a moment, his eyes grazing over your lips longer than he fully intended. He let go of your hands as he let out a breath.

You would really wish nothing of him? You had a powerful, God-like being at your beckoning, and you wanted nothing?

A smile formed on his face. "Kind too. I'll add that to the list."

You felt a smile tugging at your lips, but you pushed it away. "So can you only come here when you are summoned?"

Seonghwa smiled. So you had finally accepted he was really Death. Now, you were curious. Usually he might ignore your questions and flee, but you were, more or less, setting him free. And, something made him not want to leave, at least not quite yet.

"Or to take souls to the Underworld. But most times, I can only stay for a short time. Until my bidding is done."

"And...are you the only Death? I mean, there can't just be you, right?"

"No, there are many of us. We are demons, a type at least."

Your brow furrowed, "I thought Death was supposed to be an Angel?"

"The original one was, yes. But Angels can only handle so much death before they are tainted by it. Demons are not."

You nodded as if you understood, but you only grew more confused by the second.

"I don't know why I'm telling you this so easily." He mused, his tone holding both curiosity and amusement.

"And I don't know why I'm not freaking out."

He smiled as a soft chuckle left his mouth and as you smiled in return, he felt his heart skip a beat. As he studied you his gaze almost became playful.

You felt your ears and neck growing hot, "What?" You asked, uncertain what to do under his gaze.

A smirk formed on his face, "I like you." He said matter-of-factly.

You could no longer ignore the heat that had risen up your neck, or the way your heart pounded in your chest. How and why did he make you feel like this, when you had been terrified not too long ago?

Before you could respond, you heard a knock on your door, causing you to flinch out of surprise.

Seonghwa glanced towards your door before he looked back at you. He tried to ignore the disappointment that filled his chest as you looked away from him. He hated interruptions.

"Your friend is back."

You looked from the door to him and he motioned his head for you to go. You slowly walked away, leaving the kitchen, and his line of sight, still uneasy due to his previous actions. He wasn't going to do anything to whoever was at the door was he?

Peeping out of the window, you saw San bouncing on his feet outside your door. You rose your brow as you wondered how Seonghwa had known it was one of your friends. And why were you referring to him as Seonghwa like you knew him??

As you disappeared from his sight Seonghwa looked down at the grimoire before picking it up. It really could do you good, if you learned more about your magic. But, as long as that incantation was in the back, he couldn't let you have it. Not if you might change your mind about letting him stay.

He could hear you answer the door, and knew you wouldn't say anything about his presence. If you did, you would just sound crazy, and he wouldn't be here to prove that wrong.

"Hey! I left my phone in the living room." San said as soon as you opened the door, before he rushed inside "I gotta get it before Wooyoung drives off without me."

"Oh, I can get it!"

He chuckled "That's okay, I'll be quick!" He called back as he headed past the kitchen where Seonghwa was.

You followed him, fear spiking through you, what would Seonghwa do? What would San do? As you rounded the corner, you saw San grabbing his phone from the table, while the kitchen was empty, Seonghwa no where in sight. Your eyes landed on the counter and your heart jumped. He had taken the book.

San grinned at you, "Got it! Sorry, I'll talk to you tomorrow okay?!" He called as he jogged out of the house and towards Wooyoung's car as he sat impatiently out front.

You looked around, wondering where Seonghwa had gone. Had he really left? You walked swiftly through your house and didn't find him. He had taken the book and vanished. Of course he would. That was the smart thing to do.

Your thoughts swam for a moment as your eyes stared blankly at where the book had been.

Why wouldn't he leave? I didn't command him to do anything and he just wanted to be free. And he took the book...because I could use it to send him back to...well wherever it was he came from.

You knew he was smart for taking the book, but why did he leave? And why did your chest ache because of it? Was he going to come back? Or was that the first and last time you would meet the black haired demon? Would you see him again years down the road when you die? Were you really descended from witches?

Thoughts plagued you as you sat on the couch. How had your day gone from so normal, to so earth-shatteringly complicated in the span of a few hours?

Slowly, without really noticing, you started to sink lower into the couch as your mind slowed, exhaustion from the adrenaline of your evening. Giving into it, mind foggy, you lied down, accepting sleep as it washed over you.

Maybe this was all a dream, and I've been asleep the whole time.

That was the last coherent thought that crossed your mind. So lost in the fog of sleep, you could barely register the sound of wings fluttering nearby, or the sound of footsteps approaching you. The soft caress of fingertips across your cheek might have shocked you if your mind had been more alert.

As your body became weightless, you stirred for only a moment before you drifted into a deep sleep.

When you woke the next morning the thoughts of the previous night rushed to your mind. There was no way that actually happened, right?

You sat up and looked down at yourself. You had never changed into your pajamas. In fact, you had fallen asleep on the couch, not in your bed. So, how were you in your bedroom now?

The image of Seonghwa appeared in your mind and your chest tightened.

It wasn't a dream, was it?

Walking out into your living room, your eyes scanned the room, before landing on the kitchen counter. Walking over you found the candle-holder you had thrown now sitting on the edge of the table. And the spot where you had placed the book was empty.

Would he come back? Should you wait?

No. No, I have a life, I can't sit and wait around for Death.

The sudden thought almost made you laugh. The thought would be more profound if it weren't a person you were referring too.

Deciding to get dressed and go to work, you tried not to focus on all of the new thoughts and questions plaguing your mind. But you found very little to distract yourself with. All day you looked around expecting to see Seonghwa watching you. Every time you heard the sound of a bird fly past your eyes darted around.

Was it just your mind that made you so paranoid? When every time you felt like you were being watched, or that someone was behind you even though no one was there. Was it just you? Or was it really him?

You weren't sure why, but you kept yourself so busy with work you stayed late. Then you decided to run errands that didn't even need to be done.

It was all because you were afraid to go home. But why, is what confused you. It wasn't that you were afraid he would show up, it was that you wanted him too.

You should be terrified, but you just wanted to know more. More about what or who he is. More about yourself and magic.

Was it morbid curiosity? Was it attraction to some form of darkness you didn't understand?

You hated that you couldn't sort your thoughts out. And all you felt was exhaustion by the time you finally got home. You ran out of things to keep you away, so you gave in.

As you stepped into your quite house, you looked around, checking each room casually before you let out a sigh and wandered over to the fridge.

He took the book, he is free to do what he wants, he's not coming back. Why would he?

Leaning down to look through the fridge, your whole body froze as the sound of fluttering wings came from behind you. Slowly, you stood up, before turning to peer over your shoulder.

You knew what you were going to see, but your heart still jumped as you set eyes on Seonghwa. He stared at you from across the room, a small smile on his face.

Slowly turning around, you closed the fridge as you stared at him in silence for a moment.

"And here I was beginning to wonder if you were ever real at all." You mumbled, trying to steady your heavy beating heart.

His small smile widened but he stayed silent.

Your eyes wandered to where the book had been and you met his eyes. "Wanted to make sure I couldn't send you back?"

He glanced to the kitchen counter and for a second you thought you saw guilt cross his face before he shrugged his head.

"Yes. Honestly I should have gotten rid of it last time, but I had no idea the incantation was written in the book itself."

"You could have just asked." You mumbled almost under your breath, and he noted the mild offense in your tone.

He looked you up and down and took a step closer before tilting his head. "Are you saying you wouldn't have done it?"

You laced your hands together behind your back as you kept eye contact with him. You walked away from the fridge and around the counter to face him straight on.

"I don't know. I'm still struggling to understand if this is all real or-"

"Or if you're going crazy?"

You nodded slowly as he finished your thought. Suddenly, he began walking towards you, you hesitated, only stepping back as he nearly ran into you. You let out a soft gasp as your back hit the wall.

You met his eyes in mild panic and uncertainty, but he simply stared into your eyes with a soft smile. His forehead nearly brushed yours as he got closer. Slowly, he lifted his hand and brushed his knuckles against the side of your face before cupping your cheek.

"Do you feel that?"

Your voice had vanished, but you nodded.

His other hand rubbed against your own before he laced his fingers through yours and held your hand.

"And that?"

You nodded again, your heart pounding so hard you were sure he could feel it himself.

He smiled before he slowly removed his hand and took a step back, "Then this is real, and you are not crazy"

Opening your mouth, you hesitated for second before you finally found your voice again. "Why did you come back?"

He stared at you for a moment before raising his brow.

"You took the book, I can't send you back, you're free to stay, just like you wanted. So why did you come back here?"

He kept his eyes locked with yours in silence for a moment before he hummed under his breath.

"I wondered that too, and I can come to only one conclusion."

You waited in silence, questioning him with your gaze. Your breath caught as he leaned forward again, closing the distance he had just put between you.

Seonghwa brought his face next to yours, as his breath tickled your ear.

"I want you."

Your eyes widened as you took in his words, but before you could respond a gust of air and the sound of fluttering wings caused you to flinch and blink in surprise. As you opened them again, he was gone, as though he had never been there at all.

You let out a staggered breath as the tension in your body released.

Taking everything in, you felt dizzy from the amount of thoughts passing through your head. But all of it came crashing down as you let out a bewildered breath and the only thing you could truly muster.

"What the fuck."

xx End xx

{Part Two}

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[shyneanon]

And here the UF Sans version of the thing I just wrote like two hours ago LOL. I was finally struck with inspiration after a looooong time. I love writing one-shots.

Anyways. Here’s UF Sans helping Reader get out of a bad situation by… Well, by being himself.

—

OK, that car was definitely following you.

At first, you had tried to tell yourself that you were being paranoid. You could be paranoid a lot of the time. But it had been a while and the car was still going at an unusually slow pace.

You’d known it would be a bad idea to go walking so close to sundown. It was dark now, and there was no one along the sidewalk anymore. But no, you hadn’t wanted to miss your exercise. Idiot. And you couldn’t even go to your car, because your car was in the shop. You had taken a rideshare here.

There was a small restaurant just up ahead, though. A local burger place.

Knowing this was probably a bad idea, you began booking it down the sidewalk. The car, of course, sped up, but to your surprise it didn’t speed up next to you so that someone could grab you and yank you inside. You thought just being close to the restaurant would be your saving grace, but when you started to run through the lot, you realized that it was almost entirely empty. There were only five or so cars. And no one outside.

Please tell me they’re not closed.

You ran up to the front door and grabbed the handle, but when you pulled, it was locked. Only then did you see the big sign in the door that said they’d had to close early today. There was a leak or something. You peeked through the windows, but saw no one. You ran to the side of the building and saw another door, but it was for employees only, and there was no window outside. You decided to try it to make sure, but it was also locked.

Oh my God, I’m going to die. Or worse.

You heard the sound of the front door opening and started. You turned the corner, half expecting to bump into the driver of the car, but the stranger stepping outside didn’t even seem to notice you were there. And ohhhh my gosh.

Yes, they were a monster, but that wasn’t the part that made you hesitate to approach them, even as the vehicle you were running from pulled up in front of the restaurant. The part that made you hesitate was… well, everything else.

The skeleton making his way out of the building was of a shorter stature, sure. But he did not look particularly friendly. Like a lot of other monsters, he was dressed entirely in red and black, and he had extremely sharp teeth, which at the moment were preoccupied biting down on some fries he had carried out of the store with him. From the way the light of the street lamps glinted off one of those teeth, you could tell it was probably made of gold. His large eye sockets had little pinpricks of red light in them. This guy had clearly been in no shortage of trouble. Maybe approaching him for help would just get you into an even more dangerous situation?

Screw it, I’m gonna die either way, right?

You ran for the skeleton and, without thinking, grabbed the hood of his jacket. He seemed surprised, and then turned to look at you with a scowl.

“The fuck’re you—“

“Hi sweetie,” you said in a happy tone, which startled him into silence. “I didn’t know you were here.”

He looked baffled.

In a whisper, you explained your half-baked plan: “There’s a car following me. Please, please pretend to be my boyfriend.” You figured boyfriend might freak out the driver more than a friend.

He glanced at the car, then nodded.

Thank you.

He then surprised you by wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. Your face grew warm.

“Sorry babe,” he said, giving you a lazy smile. “Shoulda invited you.”

Now that you’d heard him say a full sentence, you realized he had a Brooklyn accent. “No, it’s OK. I don’t have to be around for everything you do.”

“Yeah?”

He wrapped his other arm around you and pulled you up against him. Shorter stature didn’t mean he was shorter than you— he was about your height. Hey.

“Well.”

He winked.

“I missed you,” he said quietly.

Uhhh. A part of you was thinking you’d made a huge mistake.

The other part of you was thinking you’d made the best decision of your life.

“Let’s get in my car, yeah?” Another wink. The winks were surprisingly charming. “We can drive somewhere nice and lonely.”

One of his hands moved to the small of your back.

“Get tah know each other better,” he said in a low voice.

OK, now you were trying to figure out if this was part of the act or if he was actually proposing the two of you have sex. Like an idiot, all you said was, “Uh.”

“That a yes?”

Nevermind, you now knew the question was serious. Trying to keep up the act, you said, “H… honey, you know I have work tomorrow.”

“Alright, babe.”

Phew.

“Where’s your car? I c’n walk you there.”

Oh.

“Um,” you said quietly, “I didn’t come here in a car.”

One of his eyebrows quirked up and he grinned wider. Those teeth really looked sharp.

“Oh?” he said.

You realized your face was on fire. “I… I can just call a rideshare.”

“But I’m your boyfriend,” he teased, waggling his eyebrows. You tried to glare at him, but the grin had become less predatory and more playful, and his tone of voice was kind of silly.

It was kind of cute.

You peered over his shoulder and saw that the car that had followed you was no longer there.

“The car’s gone,” you informed him.

“Yeah, I know. It’s been gone.”

What? Your face got hot and you glared. “Then why are you still holding me?”

“Cuz you’re cute.”

Your face got hotter, much to your chagrin. He tilted his head.

“What’s yer name, beautiful?”

One of his fingers trailed along your back as he asked. You wanted to pull away… kind of. You could feel yourself getting comfortable in your current position.

“What makes you think I’ll tell you?” you asked.

Another silly grin. “What, you’re not gonna tell yer boyfriend yer name?”

“Ahaha,” you said, trying to sound as sarcastic as possible. “Hilarious.”

A low chuckle. The baritone of his voice was… yeah, it was kind of attractive.

Trying to sound as reluctant as possible, you told him your name.

“Yeah?” he said. “Cute name.”

Your face got hot again. Ugh.

“Name’s Sans.”

You raised your eyebrows at him. “Who said I cared?”

His grin became devious again. “Yer face,” he said. “It’s real red, baby.

That just made it worse. “Well, maybe if you’d quit flirting with me it wouldn’t be.”

“Do you want me to quit?”

You glared, but you were less mad at him than you were at yourself. Because unfortunately… no, you did not want him to quit.

“C’mon baby,” he said. “Lemme take you home.”

“You mean my home, right?”

“Yeah.” A wink. “Unless you wanna stay at my place for the night. I’d like that.”

You were pretty sure this was all behavior that warranted a big slap across his cheek, but for some reason you found yourself really enjoying it. Seriously? This idiot?

“You can drive me home,” you said quietly.

“You sure?”

… Aw. That was actually kind of sweet. “Yeah.”

“Kay. Just making sure.”

What have I gotten myself into? was all you could think as he led you to his car. Now that he had let go of you, you realized he was still holding the box of French fries.

“You held onto those this whole time?” you said.

“What, you think I was gonna waste good fries? That’d just be stupid.”

He held one out to you.

“Want one?”

You just looked at him.

Then you snickered and took it.

At least as stupid as he was, he didn’t speed while driving or anything. In fact, your conversation wasn’t bad at all. He told you a little bit about himself, you told him a little bit about yourself. He made bad jokes. Apparently he was a fan of those. Despite his demeanor earlier, you realized throughout your interaction that he was really just a huge goofball.

It was a nice surprise.

When you got home (you really hoped letting him drive you home wasn’t a mistake), he grinned at you.

“Watch this,” he said.

And he disappeared from the driver’s seat. Just disappeared. You blinked, confused. There was a knocking on the window behind you, and you turned only to jump and let out a small yelp when you saw him standing right outside. He laughed a little as he opened the door.

“How the hell did you do that?” you asked.

“A magician never reveals his secrets,” he said with another wink. “B’sides, that wasn’t the weird part. The weird part is me being a gentleman an’ holdin’ the door open.”

You smiled as you got out. “You’re a dork.”

“Rude. I’m a bad boy.”

“Psh. You wish.”

He closed the door.

“Hey baby, ‘fore you go… can I kiss ya?”

No.

“OK,” was what came out of your mouth. It was accompanied by a small smile and everything.

You idiot.

His eyelights got really big in what was, quite frankly, an absolutely adorable expression. “Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“Wow, lucky me.”

“Did you think I was gonna say no?”

A shrug. “Pretty much.”

Huh? “Then why did you ask?”

“Cuz I’m stupid,” he said proudly.

“You are stupid.”

“Guess you like stupid, then.”

Oh. He was probably right. Aw, man. You rolled your eyes.

“Now.”

Sans surprised you by getting ahold of your hips. His eyes had lidded.

“‘Bout that kiss.”

OK. It’s just a kiss. One, small kiss. That’s all he gets.

To your surprise, that was what he gave you. Sort of. His teeth pressed against your lips and you kissed back. It probably lasted a few moments longer than it should have, but he was the one who pulled away first.

“Was it that bad?” you joked.

“Nah, it was great. I just ain’t gonna try my luck too hard.”

A mischievous grin.

“Unless that wasn’t enough for you, sweetheart.”

Nope. You had the feeling if you started making out with him, you’d wind up in the backseat of his car. Seriously. This guy.

“Geez,” you said, “take me out to dinner first.”

“Well, I was gonna ask, but I guess the answer is yes.”

Wait, what. Your face got hotter than it already was. “Huh?”

“I wanna ask you on a date. Ya ever been to that burger joint before?”

You shook your head.

“Boy, you are missin’ out. Lemme take ya.” A wink. “Please.”

No. You are not going on a date with him. Your standards are not that low and OK who are you kidding you’re definitely going on a date with him.

He must have noticed you hadn’t said anything. “You worried?” A grin. “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll treat you right.”

“OK, OK, I get it, you’re smooth.”

His eyelights got big again. “Your words, dollface, not mine.”

“Whatever.”

He dug his phone out of his pocket.

“Number?” he asked, in a very adorable tone of voice.

You sighed, like it was a great inconvenience. “Fine.”

“Score,” he said as he handed his phone over. That made you blush. You hated it.

You put in your number and handed his phone back. “OK, dummy. There you go.”

He looked excited, like a kid who’d been handed candy. Crap, he’s cute.

“I’ll message you when I get home, yeah?”

“You’d better not be a weirdo when you message people,” you said.

“Excuse you, I am a very respectful, well-behaved boy.”

“Yeah right.”

He snickered.

“Alright,” he said, “I’ll be outta your hair now.”

“Good riddance,” you said, trying to hold back a smile.

“Mean.”

He surprised you with a kiss on the cheek.

“I miss ya already, sweetheart.”

You looked away, your face flushing.

“OK, that’s too cute. I gotta get outta here or I’ll just stay forever.”

You smiled.

He closed his car door and then disappeared. When you leaned down to look through the window, he was back in the driver’s seat. You gave him one last smile and wave, and he returned it with a very sincere expression. Then you stepped back, and he drove off.

Wow. You had the worst taste.

[sixtsposts]

CW: female!reader

~•°•☆•°•~

Y/N, a young New York witch who has always been passionate about magical creatures, heard about a magical zoologist who lives in London. So she went looking for him in the hope that he would teach her his trade.

She walks the streets on the lookout for the slightest clue that could help her find this famous Newt Scamander. When suddenly, while passing in front of an antique jewelry store, she saw something moving inside. She stopped her steps and returned to the window and was not surprised to see a Niffler filling the pocket of her belly with necklaces, earrings and other sparkling objects. Without being able to hold it back, the young girl burst into crystal-clear laughter and drew her magic wand to try to recover the little thief creature.

But before she could do anything a young man with curly hair arrived followed by another man with a mustache. He broke the window with an unspoken spell and rushed into the window to try to recover the Niffler. Unfortunately, the beast jumped out of the store, slithering across the road. Y/N then rushed towards the poor creature who was unable to escape from her. The young man got out of the trashed window and shook his wand to put everything back in order. With a disappointed look, the wizard collected his suitcase and began to walk away. But before he could left with his friend the young girl ran to him, handing him her Niffler. The man's gaze moved from the girl to the creature and so on.

- I managed to catch your Nifleur before he escaped Sir, she said, smiling.

The young brunette then gave him a frank smile and took the creature in his arms before putting it back in his suitcase.

- Thank you so much...

She told him his name and shook his hand honestly.

- You are Newt Scamander, aren't you?

- Um yes yes, it's me. He smiled shyly

- I was just looking for you, Mister Scamander... He cut him off.

- Please call me Newt.

- Of course! Well, Newt, I was looking for you.

- Looking for me? He frowned.

- Yes ! I was told you were the only one magiczoologist that exists. And being passionate about magical creatures I I was wondering if you could teach me your trade... maybe?

She finished her sentence in a whisper, not sure of his reaction. Norbert raised his eyebrows, surprised. Then he gave a small smile.

- Well, you can to come to my reserve and I'll see what you're capable of... Other than catching Nifflers I mean, which is very useful you can believe me.

She laughed softly and followed him, happier than ever. They apparated together and arrived at Newt's house, in his reserve. The young girl was finally able to put into practice everything she had studied for so long. And it must be admitted that Norber was rather enthusiastic at the idea of ​​having him as an apprentice.

- Where did you learn all that? He asked curiously.

- Well, thanks to your book Newt. She replied, laughing.

He turned red and laughed heartily with her. The evening continued like this. And after two hours of visit and treatment they went back upstairs. There, Newt returned to Y/N and him while holding out his hand.

- Y/N, you are officially my apprentice. He smiled. She returned his handshake almost jumping because she was so happy.

- Oh thank you Newt, you won't regret it not, I promise you!

- Oh but I'm sure of it. He smiles crookedly looking at her with piercing eyes without realizing it.

The young girl could not keep from turning scarlet. After that they all went to eat and Y/N was able to meet Newt's friend, Jacob Kowalski. A very nice boy who's very in love with a certain Queeny Goldstein. He told you she was the sister of Tina Goldstein, the girl with whom Norbert would be in love said Jacob

- No Jacob, I already told you, Tina and I it's over. He said shaking his head.

- Oh, did you argue? Asked carefully Y/N.

-Ah no, not at all. We left by mutual agreement. We were better friends after all. And that's what we are now. He gave his friend a pointed look which made the young girl laugh.

The end of the meal was in a good mood. Jacob leaves right after and the two found themselves alone. They were chatting on the sofa in a quiet atmosphere

- By the way Y/N what were you doing back in America? he asked, facing the young girl, her head resting on her hand and her elbow propped on the back of the sofa.

- Well I was studying. I just finished a few weeks ago. After that I came directly to pick you up. She replied, sitting cross-legged facing the brunette.

- Oh but then, how old are you? He said, getting up and going to get the kettle which was starting to whistle.

- I'm 22 years old.

They talked for another hour, while drinking tea before going to bed.

- Well, good night Newt. See you tomorrow !She said as she got ready to go through the door. entry.

- Wait, where are you going to sleep? he worried.

- Oh I think I would find one hostel or hotel for the night.

- It's already past midnight Y/N, you won't find anything tonight.

- But yes, don't worry. I'll manage. She smiles at him.

- And for tomorrow and the other days eh? No, out of question. I can't let a young girl wander the streets of London alone in the middle of the night. You can take the guest room! He said it all in one go and she smiled softly.

- All right. She said simply.

- Really ? Awesome ! So come, follow me.

He took her to a nice little room where she opened her suitcase and settled down to sleep. The next morning she got up first, being used to being woken up very early by her family. So she set about preparing breakfast to thank her host. She was making the omelette when the latter arrived in the small kitchen, shirtless.

Seeing the young girl, the frying pan in her hand, her mouth open and her red cheeks staring at him, he realized that he was not alone, jumped up and stammered apologies before going to put on a black tank top. He wore loose beige fabric pants and was barefoot.

Y/N, on the other hand, was wearing a large shirt and pajama pants too. Newt was scarlet red while the young girl couldn't help but laugh at the scene that had unfolded before her eyes a few minutes before.

- I'm sorry Y/N, I forgot that I was no longer alone. He admitted embarrassed.

- Oh no, it's nothing Newt. This isn't the first torso I've seen, you kn-

But she didn't finish her sentence when she realized what she was saying, she in turn turned purple. This time it was the magiczoologist who burst into hearty laughter.

- No, well what I mean is that I grew up with three brothers so I often saw them shirtless. Saw you? She said stuttering.

- I see yeah... He replied simply, a smile on his face as he scrutinized the young girl in front of him. It’s true that now that you mention it, you haven’t yet told me about your family.

- Oh there is nothing interesting to say really. To be honest, I've never had a very good relationship with them. She said as she served him the omelette.

- Thanks, that looks delicious! Exclaimed the wizard, throwing himself at the food. Is that why you came to London? To escape them?

- Run away from them no, just take a step back.. But beyond everything it was to find you Sir. She gave him an amused look as her cheeks took on a rosy tint.

- Well, I'm delighted to have served as an alibi for you to escape from the United States. He laughs.

- We can hardly make a better alibi must be said! She laughed in turn.

Once breakfast was finished, Newt took his assistant to his basement. They spent the day talking to each other, inadvertently touching their hands and so on.

The days passed and it was almost two months since Y/N worked alongside Scamander and obviously the contact between the two individuals became more familiar. They had become very accomplices. It was obvious that Norbert liked the young girl, he even felt more fascination for her than for Tina before. And conversely, Y/N was very attracted to the magiczoologist but convinced that he could never love her. And then she was too young for him and not beautiful enough.

Well, that's what she thought until the day when Newt - under Jacob's advice of course - decided to surprise him. The first night they met, after dinner once Jacob had left, she told him that she had always dreamed of having her own Niffler. But she never could because her parents hated animals and now she can't because she doesn't have enough money. However, it turns out that Newt's Nifflers have just had a litter of baby Nifleurs. So he said it would be nice to have one for her. And then he also planned to confess his feelings to her this evening. That evening Y/N was returning from a visit to Queeny - with whom she had become very friend - and had just put her coat on the rack when she felt a presence at her back. She turned around to face Newt with a big smile, her cheeks rosy.

- Y/N.

- Newt, what’s wrong? she asked puzzled by his intense gaze.

Without answering he slipped his arm around her waist and guided her to the sofa where she sat. The magical zoologist stood before her and him in front of a small wooden box with a hole in it. Inside, the girl saw something moving.

- It's for you. The wizard said softly to him. I hope you like it. He concluded with a cute little smile when she carefully took the box from his hands.

She opened the lid of the box and examined the contents. Suddenly her eyes lit up, she carefully placed the box on the coffee table and jumped on top of the man to give him a hug. The person in question returned her embrace by wrapping his arms around her and holding her close to him as if he no longer wanted her to leave. He breathed in the perfume that emanated from her hair, she smelled good of lavender. He loves lavender.

She broke away from him and kissed him on the plays while whispering a little: “thank you infinitely Norbert, I don't know how thank you". Then she turned around to look at the box when a hand clung to her wrist. He turned her towards him and with a quick step approached her, placed his hand on her cheek and placed her lips on his.

After few seconds of surprise she young girl responded to his kiss by slipping her hands into the sorcerer's hair. He then placed his other hand on her hips. The kiss lasted for several more seconds and the two lovers had to separate because of the lack of oxygen.

- Y/N I like you... I really do. He whispered to him gently.

- Oh if you knew how I waited moment. Obviously I love you Norbert.

And she kissed him again. And that's it, lrt's leave the two lovers the privacy they need. In any case, what is certain is that it was a shock for Jacob to show up at his friend's house and surprise him in bed with the young girl. But strangely, Queeny wasn't surprised at all...

[cass-sturn]

Y/N’s POV:

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of rain tapping against my window. It was light, just a drizzle, but the sky was a deep shade of gray, making everything outside look muted. The kind of morning that made you want to stay curled up in bed with a book and a hot drink.

But I wasn’t the type to sit still for too long.

After getting dressed in a sweater and jeans, I decided to explore more of Brookdale. The coffee shops were nice, but I wanted to see what else this town had to offer.

As I stepped outside, the air was cool, carrying that fresh scent of rain-soaked pavement. The streets weren’t as busy as yesterday --- most people were probably inside, waiting for the drizzle to pass. I walked aimlessly, taking in the sights.

That’s when I saw him.

Chris was standing outside a small convenience store, hoodie up, hands shoved in his pockets. He was talking to someone --- a girl. She had long, wavy brown hair and was wearing an oversized sweater, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.

Even from across the street, I could feel the tension between them.

I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but their voices carried through the quiet street.

“Ashley, not now,” Chris said, his voice low and tired.

“Not now?” She scoffed. “That’s all you ever say, Chris. When are you actually going to talk to me?”

Chris ran a hand down his face. “I am talking to you.”

“No, you’re avoiding me.” Her voice cracked slightly, but she quickly covered it up with anger. “You always do this.”

Chris didn’t respond right away. His posture was tense, like he was holding himself back.

I should have walked away. I should have minded my own business.

But something about the way Ashley was looking at him --- like she was holding onto something that had already slipped through her fingers --- made me freeze.

Finally, Chris let out a slow breath. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

Ashley’s jaw clenched. “I want you to tell me the truth. I want you to stop pretending everything’s fine when we both know it isn’t.”

Chris stared at her for a long moment. Then, without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving her standing there, blinking rapidly like she was trying not to cry.

Ashley huffed out a shaky breath and stormed off in the opposite direction.

I exhaled, realizing I had been holding my breath.

What the hell was that?

I had already figured that things with Chris and Ashley were complicated, but that? That felt like something unraveling.

Before I could overthink it, I turned and kept walking, pretending I hadn’t seen anything.

But the thing about small towns?

Secrets don’t stay hidden for long.

----------

Chris’s POV

I saw her.

Y/N.

She had been across the street, half hidden by the awning of a bookstore, but I knew she heard the at least part of the conversation.

Perfect.

The last thing I needed was someone else getting caught up in the mess that was my life.

Ashley had a habit of making a scene, of pushing me until I snapped. And the truth was? She wasn’t wrong. I was avoiding her. Because I knew the moment I stopped, I’d have to admit something I wasn’t ready to say.

That we weren’t working anymore.

That maybe we hadn’t been for a long time.

I shoved my hands deeper into my pockets as I walked, the rain falling a little heavier now. My mind was already a storm of thoughts when I heard footsteps behind me.

“Hey.”

I didn’t have to turn around to know it was Y/N.

I sighed, stopping but not facing her. “How much did you hear?”

“Enough,” she admitted.

Great.

I finally turned, meeting her gaze. “And?”

She shrugged, but there was something careful about the way she looked at me. “And nothing. Just looked intense.”

I huffed a laugh. “That’s one way to put it.”

She studied me for a second. “Are you okay?”

The question caught me off guard. Not because it was weird, but because she actually sounded like she meant it.

I should have lied. Told her I was fine. That it wasn’t a big deal.

But instead, I found myself saying, “I don’t know.”

And that scared me more than anything.

Hey! I'm really glad you like my writing. I put a lot of time and effort into creating it, so please be respectful and don’t copy or use it as your own. Feel free to use it for inspiration, but copying without permission isn’t okay. Thanks for understanding!

Three is one day is crazy, but I hope you guys like it so far :)

With so much love, Cass!

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Found My Place

Prompt: Moving In Together

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AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62721625/chapters/161136490

Buck had never been more excited.

He had officially put in the change of address, had finished cleaning the apartment…and now had the last of his boxes packed up and he was on his last trip to Tommy’s house—no, not Tommy’s house. Their house. It still gave him a thrill every time he thought it.

As he popped on the radio, he turned it up and rolled down the windows, not caring that it was a slightly cooler day.

He was happy.

His fingers tapped the wheel as he made his last drive over to their place, knowing that the moment he brought in the last of his boxes, he would technically be completely moved in. The wind ran through his hair as he sang along off-key at the top of his lungs, not caring who heard him while he was stopped a light, knowing that nothing could bring him down.

He eventually hit the street that would be his home—his home—and as he pulled into the driveway and parked…his heart skipped a beat.

With a grin, he practically bounced out of his jeep and went to the back and popped it.

Without hesitating, he grabbed two of the four boxes and headed to the front door and kicked at the base of it (as his hands were full) and called out, “Tommy! It’s me! Open up! My hands are full!” and he heard movement from inside—and then heard a thump, a muffled curse, and then the front door was opening, his boyfriend muttering under his breath, “Fucking shit, who put that there? Hey, babe, sorry I was putting away some of your cooking pans…”

“All good, sweetie,” he said, poking his head around the boxes to steal a quick kiss from him, pleased when he let out a soft hum of pleasure. “Only have a couple boxes left in the car, and then it’ll be official. We will be living together.”

He slipped past him into the living room, knowing that’s where the last of the boxes needed to go.

--

Tommy watched as Evan moved past him into the living room, still wrapping his mind around the fact that his boyfriend was now officially living with him. It still hadn’t quite sunk in, he knew that much…but he also knew that he couldn’t wait until they had their own rhythm that would move him through his house in new ways.

As it was, because of his army training he had certain habits and movements engrained in him—but he had a hunch that pretty soon instead of waking up and making his bed right afterwards in true military fashion, the two of them would be arguing over the covers and he would have to resign himself to the fact that his boyfriend preferred to wrap himself up like a burrito and sleep in late on his days off.

“Hey, is it okay if I fit in my books next to yours? Ran out of room on the new bookcase you set up for me,” Evan called out to him from the living room.

“Yeah, go right ahead!”

Tommy then stepped out to the jeep and retrieved the last two boxes and then made his way back inside…

…and when he kicked the door closed behind him, he had one thought: his house finally felt like a home.

It was sort of a terrifying thought, but exhilarating at the same time, and he hefted the boxes and shouted to Evan, “Hey, where do you want these last two boxes?” and he shouted back, “Bedroom upstairs, babe!” and he nodded and made his way up the stairs to the bedroom—their bedroom. Fuck, it was their bedroom. The bedroom was no longer a singular but somehow a plural, and that made his heart beat a little faster and a grin split his face as he put the boxes down at the foot of the bed.

Curious, he popped one open…and smiled when he saw it was a thick, old quilt that looked to be handmade. He carefully pulled it out—and then realized that it was a wedding ring quilt, and he wondered where Evan had gotten it from.

And he was reminded of the one that he had stored away in his closet…

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Buck had finished putting away the few books he had left, and then bounded up the stairs to unpack his last two boxes…

…and then paused in the doorway when he saw Tommy holding the only thing he had inherited from his family, an old wedding ring quilt that had belonged to grandmother on his dad’s side. The older woman had had a sot spot for him and had given it to him in her will. It was one of the few things he had managed to squirrel away from home when he had run off.

“That was my grandma’s,” he said softly, trying not to startle the airman.

Tommy turned and gave him a smile and commented, “I was just admiring it. The craftsmanship is beautiful. How old is it?”

Buck shrugged and stepped further into their bedroom (their bedroom!) and answered as best he could, “You know, I’m not entirely sure. She inherited it from her grandmother, so…probably close to a hundred years, at this point.”

“It’s in practically perfect condition.”

He nodded.

“Yeah, I, uh…I’ve done my best to take care of it. It was in storage for a while,” he admitted, rubbing a hand through his hair as stepped closer and gently grasped the edge of it. “I didn’t want to wear it out while I wad traveling, you know? So, I kept it in a cedar chest and then moved the cedar chest to my closet when it was at my apartment. I never brought it out, though…dunno why,” he admitted, pulling it the rest of the way out of the box.

Tommy gave him an arched look and then turned and pointed.

“You mean that cedar chest?”

Buck lit up when he saw it sitting in the corner of their bedroom (their bedroom!) and said, “Yeah! I wondered where you’d put that,” and leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I’ll put it back in there. It’ll be perfect for the room…”

“…What if you didn’t put it in there?” his boyfriend unexpectedly suggested. He gave him a look—and then Tommy added, “I think it would look good on the end of the bed. With mine.”

Hold on—what?

“Wait, you have one of these, too?” he asked, and Tommy nodded and said as he turned and tugged out a blanket from under the king size bed, “Yeah. Oddly enough it’s from my grandmother, too. My dad’s mom, my…my nona,” he said softly as he draped the quilt over his arm, and Buck smiled, having heard a few good stories about her while they’d been dating. “It was gifted to her by her mother on her wedding day. Same pattern as yours, but different colors…”

He ran his fingers lovingly over the pattern and Buck smiled and remarked, “You’ve never shown me that before,” and Tommy lifted his eyes and said, “Yeah, well…I wanted to wait to pull it out until I…I found someone that I wanted to share it with…”

Buck’s heart skipped a beat.

--

Tommy smiled at seeing the look in his boyfriend’s eyes, feeling vulnerable as he showed Evan a apart of himself that he had kept locked up tight for years, feeling an odd sensation in his chest that he couldn’t quite explain…

…and then let out a sigh of relief when Evan said, “Thank you for sharing it with me. Do you…do you wanna have it up here?” he tentatively asked, and he was taken off guard by the question, having assumed that they would keep them both up in the bedroom.

But now he had the sudden urge to put it on display.

“I’d like…I think I’d like to put it down in the living room,” he said, not sure where the words were coming from, but knowing that they were true. He had the deep desire to see it over the back of the couch, showing the world that he had found someone to share his life with—though he doubted that Evan knew what wedding ring quilts symbolized. Still, until it was time to tell him, he would simply enjoy the symbolism in his own mind, knowing that soon they would always be together, no matter what.

“So, let’s put it down in the living room,” Evan said, giving him that soft look that always made him want to sweep him up into his arms and kiss him senseless—but he held back and instead nodded, and watched as his boyfriend draped his own quilt over the end of the bed.

He then grabbed at the airman’s hand and tugged at it, silently encouraging him to follow him back downstairs.

The instant they stepped foot into the living room, he felt a rush of emotion.

Tommy paused in the middle of the archway, letting go of his boyfriend’s hand, feeling like his nerves were open and exposed with the quilt on his arm…and he stared at the couch, the empty space on the back of it, and realized that the moment he placed the quilt there he would finally be accepting that he was no longer alone. That he had people in his life that he loved and that he could lose them at any point.

God, that was terrifying.

“Babe, are you okay?” Evan said, his tone tentative, reaching back out to him—and he shook himself and said, “Yeah, I’m fine,” and then managed to walk the rest of the way into the living room. He drew the blanket off his arm and very carefully laid it over the back of the couch.

As he pulled back to stare at it, he slowly smiled…and then Evan said, “It looks good.”

Tommy smiled.

“Yeah. Yeah it does.”

…and then the next thing he knew, Evan had wrapped his arm around his waist and drawn him to the couch and soon they were snuggled up on it, and his boyfriend said, “I am—officially—moved in,” and Tommy’s smile stretched into a shit-eating grin, and he said, “Yes, you are.”

He then turned his grip and turned his head to look his boyfriend in the eye from where he was curled up in his arms.

“I’m so glad that you’re here, Evan.” He leaned in and pressed a firm kiss to his lips, wrapping a hand around the back of his neck. “Can’t wait to make all the memories here with you,” he said against his mouth, pleased when he felt his boyfriend smile into the kiss.

“Me neither…”

As he resettled himself into his arms, he finally figured out what had been missing.

Evan.

[nanamikentoseyebags]

how about a meet cute with Nanami at a bookstore? You're both reaching for the exact book at the same time and sparks fly as soon as your hands brush!!!

✧⁠*。just some tooth rotting fluff, gn!reader✧⁠*⁠。

The old bookstore, full of untold stories and an ineffable atmosphere of eternal learning, was located in the very center of the city in a historic building with quaint stained-glass windows and high ceilings, looking more like a long-forgotten university library. The rays of the sun, which was at its zenith, penetrated through the large windows and painted the walls and floor of the large room as if with multicolored crayons. There was a subtle, elusive smell of books, the smell of belonging to the mysteries hidden in them, the smell of antiquity. Slowly wandering along the long oak shelves, filled to the top with all kinds of books, you took a deep and slow breath, reveling in the smell of books, letting it into your heart, and then dived into the invisible depths of the store, ready for adventure.

Carefully, as if they were made of the finest crystal, you ran your fingers along the fancy spines of the thick folios, feeling the ornate patterns with your fingertips, noting the golden embossing, smiling when you saw familiar initials, the mere sight of which was enough to carry you far away to a bittersweet but oh-so-precious past. The books reminded you of your childhood, moments of carefree joy that now seemed so unattainable. You lifted your head to get a closer look at the binding of the book resting on the top shelf, which, shimmering all hues of gold in the sunlight, seemed to stand out from the rest of the books. You rose up on your toes, reaching for the cherished object, but suddenly, someone's warm palm covered yours, causing a myriad of goosebumps to scatter across your soft skin. You jerked your hand away in surprise and turned your head, only to meet soft, warm eyes the color of melted honey, slightly surprised, but so appealing.

A handsome face with prominent cheekbones showed nothing but slight confusion, mixed with a touch of embarrassment, which could be seen in the slightly pinkened cheeks of the young man. On the tip of his nose rested a pair of fine-rimmed round glasses. Your gaze shifted to his thin pinkish lips, and only then, noticing them moving, did you realize that the man standing before you had been saying something ingratiatingly for some time.

"I didn't mean to startle you," a velvet voice reached your ears, "I don't know how I didn't notice you, but please take the book, you were obviously the first to lay eyes on it." Slender, long fingers were already holding the spine of the cherished book, offering it to you.

You moved your eyes from the book, to his face, then repeated the motions again, as if enchanted by some unknown power, before touching such a desirable object with your hands, yet his fingers held the other end of the book as if forgetting to let go.

"You shouldn't have," you smiled softly, still somewhat impressed by the unexpected intruder to your peace, "you could have kept it, I was just curious to see what was on the cover."

His eyes rounded a little, either in surprise at the curiosity burning so brightly in your eyes, as it usually does in the eyes of little children eager to learn about this world that is so new to them, or at the sensation of the blush coming back to his cheeks just at the sound of your voice. "Now you'll have a chance to find out what's inside, too," he paused, "I'm Kento, by the way," another pause, "Do I have any chance of finding out what's inside it from you?" he smiled bashfully, not believing what he was saying, but he couldn't tear his gaze away from your eyes, which held something painfully familiar, something he recognized as his own. "You have all the chances in the world...Kento," you smiled radiantly, nodding your head, letting all your intrusive thoughts win.

The smell of aged paper intertwined in the air with the light scent of your perfume, reminded him of his youth, when he so passionately loved books, devoured them, reading story after story, getting inspired by new ideas and dreams, getting lost in another world so similar to ours, but one in which good always triumphed.

You stood there in silence, searching in each other's eyes for answers to the silent questions arising in your heads, hidden from the world by thousands and thousands of colorful covers, separated by decades, but so ridiculously close, linked by the tips of your fingers, still holding the shimmering in the sun tome of poems. The tome of poems, the last pages of which hid a small work about two lovers who met in an old bookstore, so similar to the long-forgotten university library, and happened to reach for the same book, which changed their lives by bringing them together.

a/n: ahhhh nikki, that was such a cool idea! i'm a sucker for some bookshop au, i loved it sm! hope you like it 🥺 thank you so much for sending in and for reading this lil piece 💛

[spideycatt]

Wig Thief || 1610!M.M x Black!Fem!Reader

[Oneshot]

Synopsis: The one day you decide to switch it up Miles just gotta be himself

Word Count: 1.1K

Song Recs: Change your life // Kehlani, Snooze // SZA, Garden // SZA

Warnings: Fem black reader, reader has a mom, banter, mentions of weed, one sentence in Spanish, cuss words (and use of the word nigga), Reader has a smart mouth (kinda), incense, screaming, reader has a chubby belly (I think it's so cute I can't help myself)

Not rlly warnings: Reader has locs (on the shorter side), Miles is taller than reader, use of aave, wig-snatchin (incase some of yall got ptsd LMAO), Reader's kinda on the boho side (not entirely tho)

Lmk if I missed anything!!

You recently got your locs retwisted and went through every hairstyle in the book. And if you were being completely honest with yourself, you missed your afro. You voiced this to your mother and she immediately shot you down to your dismay.

"Girl get the fuck out my face with that nonsense." She'd waved you off, obviously not willing to hear you out.

"But ma! I'm starting to get bored of my locs, there's only so much a girl could doooo." You whined, flopping on her bed as she side-eyed you for not listening to her.

"Just get a wig, you used to wear 'em all the time. You not taking out them locs, and if you do, I'm not the one paying to get them redone when you regret it." She argued, going back to her loud Facebook video. And honestly, even though you couldn't take them out, you still saw this small compromise as a victory.

This leads you to now, in the hair store trying to figure out which one you wanted. You didn't want any flashy colors just yet, wanting to do something tame for the time being. Deciding on a dark-colored afro, you buy some more products with the wig and leave.

When you got to your house you immediately played some tunes on the tv and lit some lavender incense, you were gonna smoke a blunt while you did your hair but decided to save it for later. You sit down in front of your long mirror, braiding your locs back while watching Bumblebee on your laptop. You were so into the movie you didn't hear your bedroom window open.

"Whatcha watchin'?" Your boyfriend, Miles, whispered in your ear, ripping a shriek out of you.

"Miles, how many times I gotta tell you to stop doing that shit?" You say with a hand on your chest, heart beating a thousand miles (haha) per second.

He shrugged.

The mother fucker shrugged.

"Don't make me get up and beat you up."

"Damn, ma. I'm sorry." He laughed sitting down behind you, wrapping his long arms around your torso. He kisses behind your ear gently. "And you didn't answer my question..."

"I'm- Miles stop rubbing on my stomach." You deadpan at him through the mirror. "My Ma said I couldn't take my locs out so she told me to put on a wig."

"Why'd you wanna take 'em out in the first place?" He raised an eyebrow at you expectantly. "Uhmm 'cause I'm getting bored of my locs. You question me too damn much."

"What it look like?"

"There you go asking more questions."

"C'mon, ma I'm just curious.." He said getting up and looking for said wig. He looked at a purple bag on your bed skeptically, picking it up and finding a mop of hair inside. He quickly grabbed the bag and your phone and ran into the bathroom.

A beat of silence passes before you realize your boyfriend was missing.

"Miles, why are you so quiet?" And where was your phone..?

"Huh? I'm not being quiet— y-you're being quiet?" He said in more of a question than a statement. You finish up your last braid and stand up, shaking your head.

"I'm coming in there. You bet not be in my shit."

"What? I'm not in your shit —why would you say that?"

You quickly got your answer as to what mess Miles was doing this time. Lo and behold, this grown nigga, wearing your wig. With your phone in his hand. The wig honestly didn't look that bad on him, but his hair was out, making him look like he had a giant head. That and the hairline being way too close to his eyes made you hold back a laugh, feeling more humored than angry.

"Miles."

"Yea?" He said tentatively, setting your phone down on the sink counter.

"Give it here."

"But I look so good!"

"Nigga give it back!" You lunge at him, snatching the wig off his head.

"Ma! Now why would you do that!?!?" He whined snatching the wig back and holding it up in the air, making you stand on your tippy toes.

"Miles! Te voy a matar." You say quickly, almost losing your footing as you jump up to grab the wig out of his hand. "Careful mami you could hurt yourself," He said with a smug look on his face, before running past you into your bedroom.

"Good Spanish, by the way!"

"Miles! Give it backkk." You stomped your foot and pouted at him. It looked like he was gonna give it up for a second, but he put it back on his head. Putting his hand up to look at his nails, he swayed his head dramatically.

"Nuh-uh, girl!! This all me, girl."

"You just have to be you." You huffed, dragging a hand over your face.

"Ok, ok, sorry, baby," He said, walking up to you, taking the wig off his head, and placing it into your awaiting hand. He stood close to you, almost too close, towering over you as he placed a long kiss on your cheek. "Forgive me?"

"Nah. You owe me for this." You glare at him, sitting back down in front of your mirror to finish your hair. "How do some incense and waist beads sound?" he said, sitting down behind you to paw at your belly more.

"And Starbucks for a week." You said, smiling, starting your movie again.

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.luv4miles idk why he think he funny…

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.luv4ynnie idk why you still acting mad when i’m buying you Starbucks for a WEEK?!?!

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.luv4ynnie Thas cuz I am😁

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.luv4miles no miles, ur not. 😾

BONUS:

Apparently, you made too much noise jumping up and down around the bathroom, because you got a call from your mom on your phone. You answer it and put it on speaker.

"Yea, Mama?"

"Y'all making too much damn noise! I don't know who you think you is sneaking Miles up in my house— but if y'all keep making noise, Ima walk up there and handle you myself. And I swear if I catch y'all asses naked and canoodling in bed, Ima whoop both of y'all! And then Ima send Miles home and tell his mama so she can whoop him too! And you gonna be out the house for a week. Bye." She hung up quickly, not letting you respond.

You look back at Miles with a shocked expression to see him making the same look on his face. You guys make eye contact before laughing loudly.

"Oh my god!"

"I can't believe she thought- that- that we were, oh my-" Miles stutters, making you laugh even harder.

Kkuet.

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

🔆anon

“Fellow! The tvs!” Kit ran ahead, leaving footprints in the snow behind, only to stop in front of a tv store. “Look! They’re showing it again!”

Fellow walked up to the shiny window covering the bright and loud tvs. They were showing Kit’s favorite movie, a movie that always made her eyes shine. They never saw the full movie, but from what Fellow understood, it was a simple kids movie with a story about kids learning the true meaning about the holidays around this time in the winter.

He didn’t really care about it, watching it didn’t fill their stomachs or keep them warm, but Kit adored it. And she only five, still a big from turning six, so he should let her imagination run. It was what sparked her dream to be an actor when she grew up. Specifically the actors who played the the main hero and villain. The hero was played by a soft-featured, small, and black-haired kid and the villain was played by a talker blond and purple-haired kid with a more sophisticated air. They are who Kit said she wanted to be like in the future.

Fellow rubbed the top of his sister’s head. “Yeah, they are. Maybe one day you can act with them.”

“You think?!” Kits eyes lit up even more than from just the movie and she beamed at him.

“I bet you will. You’ll be one of the best actors there is.”

Kit happily looked back at the tv, placing her hands on the glass. Sadly, touching the glass seemed to alert the worker inside who immediately got up and ran outside. “Get out of here you urchins! You’re going to scare away paying customers!”

Fellow immediately grabbed Kit’s hand and ran away from the store.

—

“Kit! Look at this.” Fellow held up a DVD case covered with a bunch of pretty colors and a drawing of a black-haired character and cute animals celebrating a winter holiday. “They rereleased this old movie. It was always showing in tv shops but we never actually watched the full thing.”

Kit was staying over for winter break, and Fellow hoped they could have some bonding time, even in this meager apartment he and Gidel got to stay near NRC now that Kit accepted them. She walked over grabbed the box. “This looks like a kids movie.”

“It is. We only saw snippets of it as kids when the tv shops showed it, but it was your favorite thing. It was what made you want to be an actor when you grew up.”

“An actor? Why would I ever want that?”

Fellow could practically hear his heart breaking. “What do you mean? Aren’t you even in the dorm with that big actor, Vil Schoenheit?”

“I’ve been acting for a long time as my normal life. Why would I want to do it as a job too? And it’s not like I got to choose my dorm. If I did I definitely wouldn’t choose to be with Mr. Stuck Up. I’d choose to be in Scarabia with Kalim.”

Fellow was going to say something more when Gidel ran in and grabbed the DVD himself. He looked so happy, especially when Kit agreed to watch it with him. Fellow just kept his mouth closed.

(The second part happens during Book 4. Also Kit’s birthday is January 3rd.)

Aw Fellow...

[darklilacs]

Did you know that blood-drinking is gay?

(Steve/vampire!Eddie, 1k (Steve finally got his spicy neck kiss)

Read on ao3:

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Nancy, Robin, Dustin, and Eddie were sitting by Steve's kitchen counter. It wouldn't be surprising, if it weren't for the fact that Eddie died a few hours ago.

"Okay, one more time," Steve finally mumbled, as he approached Eddie. The sight of him gave Steve a slight shiver, no matter how overjoyed he was that Eddie was still with them.

Eddie opened his mouth to repeat the story of his resurrection (again), which he will surely use in the next campaign…

When his heart stopped beating, and the blood stopped circulating, the bat venom freely spilled over his body. Toxin didn't have to fight the antibodies in the already dead organism, so it quickly healed the boy in the only way it was programmed to do. Make him similar to bats.

After opening his eyes, he felt no burning pain, and his throat did not hurt from the agonistic scream that escaped from his vocal cords after a bunch of creatures pinned him to the ground, and tore his body like a piece of ordinary meat. He made his way to the trailer and walked easily through the gate. As his feet touched the ground on the other side, he was encircled by a sudden urge to quench his thirst which was starting to dance on his tongue and a strong scent that forced him to track its source. Following this new feeling, he reached Loch Nora.

Before Eddie knew where he was, he knocked on the window of one of the houses that looked more expensive than anything he had ever owned. The owner of the house quickly appeared on the other side, who turned out to be none other than Steve Harrington.

When Steve saw Eddie, he screamed and ran out of the room. Eddie's keen hearing heard the footsteps of three. A moment later Nancy, Robin, and Dustin appeared by the window. Dustin, without hesitation, moved towards the glass barrier, and turned the handle to let him in, ignoring the protests of the others. He pulled Eddie inside and closed him in a strong embrace, not caring that the blood will stain his clean clothes.

"I died and now I'm alive. Taa-daa, " Eddie concluded.

"Great," Steve ran a hand through his hair. "Anything else?"

"Yes." Eddie smiled at Steve, showing him fangs that stood out among a row of his perfect teeth. "I need blood."

Robin and Nancy gasped loudly.

One of them will end up as Capri-sun for vampires. Well, unless Eddie is the kind of bloodsucker, who doesn't need to feed off a living thing. Are there types of vampires? Just thinking about it made Steve's head hurt.

“Whose?” Asked Dustin, tapping a finger on his chin. This suggested that the boy was thinking intensely about something, and it definitely would not end well for Steve. Usually, Steve had to cancel his date to get Dustin to the comic book store on the other side of Hawkins or accompany him on his next trip to the cinema, for a movie he certainly wasn't interested in.

"Don't look at me." Robin lifted her hand and moved away from Eddie. Not because he terrified her, but because the smell of a corpse wasn't one of her favorites. "Drinking from a neck always has homoerotic energy. So I'm not suitable."

“What do you mean homoerotic?” Steve frowned and shook his head, as if he could throw the confusion out of his brain. "Eddie is straight."

"Am I?" Eddie put a hand on his (no longer beating) heart. "Jesus. Steve, this is the worst thing anybody said to me, and I was bullied. Severely."

Steve felt his cheeks begin to turn pink. The shade was reminiscent of roses that grew in his garden. The hot wave that spilled from the collar to the tips of his ears was the fault of this goddamn broken air conditioning, not the fact that Eddie liked boys.

That would mean that Eddie's attempt to flirt (Harrington got her, don't ya big boy) was intentional, and not just a silly joke. Of course, just because Eddie isn't straight doesn't mean he likes Steve, but it's nice to think that one of your crushes also likes you. Haha, what?

Steve came to terms with his sexuality only a few months ago, under the watchful eye of Robin, and her reliable advice (yes, you can like both, dingus) and words of support (you're not broken, Steve. there's nothing wrong with you, dingus).

She called herself his gay godmother, although she also threatened him that if he find a boyfriend sooner than she get a chance to kiss a girl, she will break his Cyndi Lauper vinyl record (Cyndi just wants to have fun, Robin. Leave the girl alone).

"Let me put it this way, I'm straight like a spine of a person with scoliosis," Eddie added.

He heard Dustin cackle in response. Eddie looked very pleased with himself.

“What a visual,” Nancy concluded, shaking her head like a mother fed up with her kids' shenanigans. "Well… I can't do it either. Only my girlfriend can touch my neck."

Nancy hugged Robin tenderly and giggled.

Who would have thought that the world had to (almost) come to an end for Buckley to find a girlfriend? Vecna ​​was a dick, but at least his actions have pushed girls toward each other. What an ally--

"Don't worry, Wheeler. You're not my type anyway.” Eddie cocked his head to the side, letting the strands of hair cover half of his face." It has to be Steve."

"Why me?" Steve felt all of the colors drip off his face. If it weren't for his red lips, he could blend in with the background of white tiles in the kitchen. 

"Because you smell the strongest of them," Eddie announced as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"I'm sorry, did you just say I stink?" Steve frowned. "Fuck you too, Munson."

"That's not what I meant, " Eddie chuckled and rubbed his face. Steve did not miss the glimpse of  Munson's fingertips which have long fingernails. Claws, actually, were turning black at the tips. However terrible they might look, Steve started thinking about how Eddie's nails would feel against his skin.

WHOAH--

Okay, hold on...

Jesus Christ.

"You smell ... um--" a cunning smile fell from Eddie's face.

Eddie didn't know what he should say to his friends without scaring them. Especially Steve, whose brown eyes with a little bit of gold in it, as if the sun had left its mark on him, were drilling a hole in him.

You smell like fresh cookies taken out of the oven.

Like the tender kiss from the love of your life in the morning, when the sun creeps lazily through the curtains into the room.

Like long-awaited rain that blesses withered plants.

``..Good,'' The older boy cleared his throat awkwardly.

"Eddie probably meant to say, your blood has the strongest scent. Which makes sense, considering your type is very rare and is needed the most,” said Dustin. He walked around the kitchen with his arms folded behind his back like a teacher, ready to help his students solve the difficult mystery of the universe around them.

"What he said." Eddie pointed his finger at Dustin and nodded.

Steve looked at Dustin then at Eddie, and at Dustin again. He was waiting for one of them to burst out laughing, and say that they were joking. But neither of them did. All four looked at him expectantly.

Steve swallowed loudly.

It's been a while since anyone touched him. He missed this feeling. Consciously or not, over the years he took the role of the babysitter, but sometimes he had dreamed that someone would also take care of him. He was touch starved as hell. Sue him. 

“Okay, but do it quickly” Steve shifted nervously.

The thought of Eddie's lips on his neck made his legs turn to jelly. It was quite a terrifying vision, but something was intriguing about it, that convinced Steve to indulge in this fantasy.

"Oh hell yeah, Steve's bar is open." Eddie jumped happily.

In a second, he appeared behind Harrington. He had already pushed Steve's hair to one side, giving himself better access to his neck. The gentle touch of Eddie's fingers against Steve's sensitive skin gave him goosebumps.

Steve didn't believe in God anymore, but he had just begun to pray that he won't start to moan. Because that surely will traumatize Dustin. Not to mention the fact that Robin would make fun of him, well, probably for the rest of his life. 

"Wait!" Robin screamed, holding her hands up. All attention was focused on her. "Before you start sucking the blood of my friend, my brother from another mother, soulmate-"

" Buckley, focus" Eddie clapped impatiently, and then placed his hands on Steve's waist.

"Oh yeah right. Perhaps, let's try a place where it's easier to stop the bleeding. You know, in case something goes wrong. Can you bite his wrist instead of his neck? '' Robin looked around the room.

" Buckley, Buckley, Buckley. It has to be neck," Munson said, trying to sound gentle, but the claws slightly digging into Steve's hips suggested to him that Eddie was only focused on one thing, and was not going to back away from it.

"Yeah, Robin. What do you know about vamp- umm" Steve managed to say before Eddie licked his neck.

Oh my god-

Eddie pierced Steve’s delicate skin. Steve's knees immediately buckled beneath him, but Munson's hands held him in place. Chest Steve felt behind him, prevented him from falling on the ground.

A surge of euphoria and blissful peace filled his body.

This is his new favorite feeling.

"Eddie-- stop," Steve whispered, listening to the remnants of reason.

Eddie immediately moved away from Steve. He let out a quiet groan, because of the sudden loss of Eddie's surprisingly warm lips.

Eddie was still holding him by the waist so when Steve's world suddenly began to darken before his eyes, he got immediately caught.

"Thank you, sweetheart. " Eddie grabbed him like a bride, and then he sat down on one of the chairs, still holding Steve in his arms. Eddis brushed Steve's hair back from his face and placed a kiss on his forehead.

Steve, still a bit dazed by the nirvana he experienced, smiled slightly. Without opening his eyes, he cuddled up against Eddie's torso.

"Robin was right, drinking blood is very homoerotic," said Dustin grinning to himself.

[loosesodamarble]

Father's First Gift

Summary: Sterling gives Nacht a little scare, but father and daughter ending up closer for it. Genre: general, fluff Word count: ~700

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Nacht felt like a headless chicken, running around with no sense of direction. All he really had at the moment was the sense of panic and fear.

Barely into a month of being a parent and he’d already failed the job. Nacht had brought Sterling along when he went out to run errands, hoping to get some father-daughter bonding time. He’d been careless though. Rather than keeping a hand on Sterling so she wouldn’t get lost, Nacht had naively trusted Sterling when she said she’d hold onto his cloak to follow him.

What a fool I was, not considering that she might lose her grip. Or what if someone snatched her away?! Nacht thought as he raced down the row of vendors he and Sterling had been down earlier. Josele can forgive a lot but I think this might be the final straw!

The search continued on a larger street with proper buildings for shops. Nacht turned his head every which way. 

Just as he was about to give him, he spotted it. Sterling’s deep red locks and the pitch black ribbons she used to accent her braids.

“Sterling!” Nacht exclaimed as he rushed over to his daughter. He immediately scooped up the girl in an embrace and kissed her forehead. “There you are! You had me so worried!” He ended the hug and ran a hand over Sterling’s hair and searched her face.

Sterling’s eyes were tight and full of tears. Her lip quivered for a moment. And then she burst out bawling.

“I’m sorry, Father! Sorry!” she blubbered. “I’m a bad daughter! I let go of you when I said I’d hold on! I’m sorryyyyyy!”

“Wha—? No no no no!” Nacht said while setting down his daughter. “You weren’t bad. I was being a bad father because I wasn’t paying attention to you…” He pet Sterling on the head to soothe her. “Shh shh… Father forgives you, little starling.” Nacht pulled out a handkerchief and wiped Sterling’s tears. “You’re okay. And I’m sorry for losing you…”

It took another minute for Sterling’s tears to dry. Once they did, Nacht asked what Sterling had been looking at. Sterling pointed at the window of the store they were in front of. Inside, painted wooden figures and fluffy stuffed toys were displayed.

“They look so nice…” Sterling murmured, not looking Nacht in the eye. “Can I look a little longer, Father, please?”

“You can do more than look, Sterling. I may not be rich like Miss Noelle, but I can spare a few yul for you.” Nacht’s heart squeezed with delight at the hopeful glimmer that showed up in Sterling’s eyes. “But, because you and I can only carry so much, and we still need to run our errands, we can’t get anything too big.”

“Okay then!” Sterling nodded.

“Now…” Nacht picked up Sterling in his arms. Sterling wrapped her arms around his neck to keep steady as she was lifted up. “Time for you to pick out something nice!”

Nacht and Sterling returned home with full arms. Nacht had bags stuffed with groceries and other house necessities hanging from his elbows and hands. And Sterling’s arms were occupied with a single stuffed toy, an ash brown fox plush with a sky blue ribbon around the neck and base of the tail.

Josele saw the goods that were brought in and giggled. She knelt in front of Sterling and said, “Looks like Father spoiled you today.”

“Mhm!” Sterling nuzzled her face against her new toy. Then, she hugged one of Nacht’s legs. “Thanks Father!”

“You’re very welcome, little starling.”

…

Nacht paused outside of Sterling’s room. The door was wide open, giving him a view of what was inside. The scene inside was Sterling, lazily draped across her bed after a long day of organizing and book-keeping at work. Although her limbs seemed unceremoniously spread out, her left arm was deliberately stretched towards her pillow.

Or rather, to the ash brown fox plush that sat right beside it.

Nacht walked to Sterling’s bed and moved the plush just enough that it brushed against Sterling’s hand. Instinctively, the young woman grasped the toy and pulled it to her chest.

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Keep Watching. Ch 6

Ch 5 Ao3 FFnet

Chapter 6

It was a struggle to convince mom about the meal plan that All Might wanted me to start. Especially since I couldn't tell her why I was doing this. Not to mention how I also needed to get a few workout gear. But I gave up talking to her when she said how all this was pointless. So that night, I decided to make a few stops by the local pawn shops. Maybe I'll be lucky; they had some weights and other stuff.

As I walked, I saw a few classmates hanging out in front of a convent store. I did notice that one of them was Kato. So, I decided to take the roundabout path to the next pawn shop. While waiting for the light to change, I hoped nobody noticed me. "Hey! Isn't that Midoriya?" Oh no. I looked over to my left and saw how they had all eyes on me.

The light needed to hurry and change because they were making their way to me. But it wasn't fast enough as Kato placed a hand on my shoulder. "Well, well. What a bastard like you doing on my turf?" I tried to cross the street when the light changed, but Kato held me in place. "Don't leave, buddy."

Kato and his friends dragged me into a back ally and took turns punching me. One of the girls was recording everything on her phone. "Smile for the camera, quirkless." At that moment, I heard the sound of a switchblade knife being flipped. "Help him smile, babe."

Watching as one of the boys came towards me with the knife out. As he got closer, I suddenly felt something by my hand and took a quick peek at what it was. It was shards of glass from the window Kato slammed me into. I took one of the pieces and lunged forward. But at the last second, I threw the glass at the guy with the knife. He then activated his quirk that turned his body to smoke. Doing so had the glass not hurt him but also made him drop the knife.

I rushed and grabbed the knife. Once I had it in my hand, I quickly stepped back to avoid Kato's finger quirk. When his fingers touched the ground, I took that chance to slash off one of his figures. As he screamed in pain, I threw the knife at the girl. She dodged it, but it gave me enough of an opening to run past all of them. I ran all the way to the main streets.

My lungs felt like they were on fire when I finally reached the pawn shop. Stepping inside, I was greeted by the shop owner. "What you want now, kid?" He was in a grumpy mood but was nice. I walked over to the counter and took out a few bills.

"Do you have any weights and other workout gear?"

The owner took the money and started to count it. "This will cover at least one dumbbell." He then started walking to the back. "But for you, kid, I'll throw in some hand grips and boxing hand wraps. By the way." He turned to me and pointed. "What happened to your hands?"

I looked at my hands and saw that they were bleeding. "Just a few scratches." The owner shook his head and went to the back room. When he returned, he gave me a gym and book bag. He went about what was in each of them. "Thanks so much, Uncle." He smiled and opened the door for me. As heavy as everything was, I was surprised I could carry everything home.

The next day as I walked to school, something seemed off. During my walk, I spotted Kacchan and tried my best to stay as far as possible. I hope he didn't notice me following him to school, especially after the week of him trying to catch me. I wish I could tell him that I started training with All Might. But I promised to not speak a one to anyone. Maybe one day I'll be able to tell Kacchan. Would it make him happy? Or angry?

As I walked into class, I saw how Kato was sitting on Kacchan's desk. I also could see that Kato's left hand was bandaged up. After yesterday I was hoping I wouldn't have to face him today. But it doesn't seem that would be possible. And telling how everyone gave me death stares, it was clear Kato told the class what went down.

When I reached my desk, I wasn't the least surprised. Written on my desk were all sorts of insults. Many weren't even that creative. As I sat down is when the teacher finally came in. That's when I noticed how Kato smirked at me before looking at the teacher. "Mr. Aoki, you don't mind if we give the quirkless an early morning lesson?"

"As long as it stays within the class." Why was I not surprised. Mr. Aoki and many other teachers encouraged the class to beat me. Something about putting me in my place. I saw how two of the students went and locked the classroom doors.

As Saito threw me to the back wall, one of the girls used her quirk. She levitated spikes from another student and had me pinned to the wall. Thankfully it only held my clothes and didn't cut me. I then watched the guy whose quirk gave him rock skin get ready to punch me. He punched my stomach, and I coughed up blood. Then came a punch to my face. "Ree, remove the spikes. Let Koji break the bastard's arms."

With the spikes gone, I fell to the floor. Taking in a deep breath, I grabbed one of the spikes. When Koji grabbed me by my hair, I quickly rammed the spike into his foot. "Damn it!" He pulled me up, but I used my foot to kick the spike down more before punching me. He then let me go, and I grabbed another two spikes. I was done being their damn punching bag.

One by one came at me. Somehow I was able to dodge each of their swings, all while I drove a spike through everyone's leg. The only three that were left were Kacchan, Kato, and Saito. But that's when I noticed that Kacchan never moved from his seat. "Come on, Bakugo. Help us out, man."

Kacchan just looked at Saito. "This is your fight, not mine. Besides, I don't help extras." The look of horror on Saito's face as he looked back at me was very pleasing. I couldn't help but smile as I waved for Kato and Saito to come at me. At that moment, all I cared about and felt was the burning rage to punish the idiots who took Kacchan away from me.

Kato and Saito looked at me and didn't seem to move. When I stepped forward, they backed up. But just then, the first bell rang. For the rest of the day, everyone left me alone. Even during lunch, nobody looked my way. It felt nice to eat lunch without dealing with people pouring drinks on me. At that, it just felt nice to eat after whatever came over me.

…

When Kato texted me this morning, something didn't seem right. He went about how he crossed paths with Deku and how the nerd cut him. That didn't sound like Deku. The nerd didn't have a mean bone in his whole body. He was too nice sometimes. It was sometimes what made it easy to bully him.

But as I pondered what Kato told me, it got me wondering. I had known Deku for so long, and that's when it hit me. As much as the nerd smiled or put up with everything, he was smart. Heck. When I read through his notebooks, he takes amazing notes. Sometimes a little too detailed. Especially the notes on the quirks of everyone in the class and their weakness. I didn't see anything about me, but that doesn't mean he hasn't written about me. Oh, I have a bad feeling about today.

As I sat in class, Kato told everyone they needed to finally put Deku in his place. While he spoke, I saw how his left hand was bandaged up. So his story about Deku cutting must be true. But what did Kato do to get Deku in that position?

"As long as it stays within the class." When Mr. Aoki said those words, I watched as everyone started to move. I stood in my seat. Whatever was about to happen, I did not want any part of it. Compared to everyone in the class, I was the only one who knew that Deku was fast. When that nerd really wants to, he finds a way. And I was right when I saw the fear in Saito and Kato's eyes.

"Come on, Bakugo. Help us out, man."

"This is your fight, not mine. Besides, I don't help extras." The horror that crossed their face was a sight to see. Whatever was happening behind me must have been amazing. Watching how Kato and Saito shook in fear and stepped back was perfect. But sadly, my entertainment was cut short when the bell rang. Even Mr. Aoki looked horrified.

Once the school day was over, I watched as the injured extras stumbled out of the classroom. I waited till everyone, besides Deku, was gone. That's when I turned to the nerd. "Where have you been running off to?"

"Can't tell you." As he packed his bag, I noticed how exhausted he looked. Which means he hasn't been sleeping again.

"You're going to tell me." Deku flinched as I walked over to him. I grabbed him by the collar. "Spill it."

Deku just looked right at me. There was no avoiding eye contact or crying. "I just can't." With that, I pushed him back in his seat. "Kacchan!"

"Don't Kacchan me." I stepped on his lap, pinning him to the chair. "Your mom called the old hag. She never does that. So, spill it."

That's when Deku started to cry as he looked away from me. "I want to tell you, but I just can't."

"Look at me!" I grabbed his chin and made him face me. While looking into those green eyes of his, it was clear he was serious. "If your mom calls the hag one more time, I will beat your ass. And I will make you tell me what's going on." I let his face go. "Got that, nerd?" I removed my foot from Deku.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll make sure it doesn't happen again." Deku got up and grabbed his book bag. I then watched him go into his bag and take out a small box. He handed it to me. "Happy birthday, Kacchan." With that, I took the box, and he ran out. That damn nerd. I placed the box in my bag and started leaving class.

When I got home, I remembered Deku had given me something. Before going to my room, I looked around the kitchen and saw the note on the fridge. Another birthday of them working late again. I grabbed a few ingratiated from the fridge and made myself my own birthday dinner. "Happy birthday, me."

Once I finished eating, I went to my room and brought my All Might doll next to me. As I pulled the box from my book bag, I could feel my heart racing. Even when I was a complete jerk to Deku, he still gave me something for my birthday. My face started to burn as I looked at the small box.

As always, the box was nicely wrapped. That nerd is obsessed over the smaller details. It always felt like a crime to unwrap these. But taking a deep breath, I finally slowly peeled away the wrapping. And was in complete disbelief. It was the latest hero fighting game. That damn nerd.

Come the next few weeks, I noticed how everyone kept their distance from Deku. At that, not even extras from the other classes bullied him during lunch. Something about this felt nice. Especially when I sat alone, I had a clear view of that nerd. What made the sight questionably confusing was how I enjoyed seeing him smile.

I should be annoyed, maybe angry, at his very existence. But during these small moments, I simply enjoyed my little secret. Since there's no way he'll get into the same high school as me, maybe I could use that time to fix our friendship. But same time, there's no way that would be possible. Maybe it'll be better to finally accept that I must completely leave him behind. And just focus on being the number one hero.

[real-total-drama-takes]

I, writer anon, have returned, with more for my death AU.

The store was loud, yet only 5 people bustled around the isles. Duncan turned his head left and right, and walked in. He saw a face, Sierra, he shivered but persisted. He shoved a lady and walked over to the wall.

“Oh my god! Is that you? Duncan? I haven’t seen you in- at least a month!” Sierra chirped. He turned his head, and frowned.

“I’d recommend the door.” He said under his breath. That night he’d rob the store, having no idea about the police just 13 yards outside the show-all glass window. He took the gun out of his pocket and raised it in the air. “The money, sir.”

The clerk shook at the sight. “Yes-yes.” the clerk said shaking. As he handed Duncan the money his sweaty hand reached slowly for the phone. Bang. Dead.

“Big mistake.” Duncan lit a cigarette. Immediately there was yelling. 12. They burst in through the door. Duncan shot the glass window and it immediately shattered, giving him an exit. He ran, laughing like a maniac. He noticed a nice looking car, with a nice old lady inside of it. “This is mine now!” He yelled, ripping the door open, and shoving the lady out. He jumped in the car and kicked the gas, without even closing the door.

He slammed on the breaks and booked it for a phone booth, where he inserted a quarter and rang Courtney. “Hello? Courtney?” He said lowly.

“Yea? Duncan?” She said, the phone compressing her voice.

“Outside your house. Now. I’ll be there.” He immediately slammed the phone down, and ran back to the car. He heard sirens. Shit shit shit.

Courtney waited outside her house, checking her watch, tapping her foot. “Duncan?” She asked, her breath visible in the cold night.

He waved his pistol out the car window and shot one of her home windows. “Later wifey!” He screamed. He just wanted to make one big final act for her, knowing he’d be locked up for the rest of his life, if he didn’t make it out of town fast enough.

“The hell?” Confused, and cold, she ran after the speeding vehicle.

The night was calm, and outside the apartment complex in the center of town was Noah, his fiancée Emma, and their neighbors, Alejandro, and Heather. Noah held his eager dog, on a leash, whilst he conversing with Alejandro. Emma was talking to Heather, about their siblings. “What is it boy?” Noah asked, as his dog jumped on him, hearing the sirens before anyone else. The cars pulled up, laying out road spikes.

“What’s going on?” Emma asked, walking up to Noah. He shrugged. Suddenly, the four heard the lunatic screaming, as his car sped onto the spikes.

Duncan ran out the car, and realized he was encircled by the fuzz. He pulled out his gun, and shot an officer, who immediately dropped dead. They all screamed to open fire, and they did. Duncan struggled to stand, he flipped the middle finger and crumpled, his final breath being used to yell, “Pigs!”

“Holy shit!” Alejandro screamed, immediately running to the body. Heather followed. Noah and Emma walked slowly towards it.

Emma gagged, “I’m gonna be sick.” Noah wrapped his arm around her shoulder, as she covered her eyes. No one was sure why they walked up to the body, but it was like they had to.

The cops ordered the group to stand back and retreat to their apartments. Courtney walked up to the scene, she saw the body, in a pool of blood, and fainted right then and there.

By, Writer Anon.

📝

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[texshire-books]

Chosen by Sadie Stern - an excerpt.

Fiona

I can’t believe I’m masturbating. While that act is not unusual for me, what is unusual are the circumstances which have taken my hand between my legs tonight and compelled me to run my fingers through its slippery folds and rub myself to climax. Normally, I’d watch porn, sometimes a passage within a book will turn me on so much, the inevitable journey of my hands in a downward direction is the only end result. Never before have I felt this need after just a brief chance encounter with someone who has made an impression of seismic proportion. As I continue to rub myself, I’m thinking back to that moment earlier. I was visiting a new bookstore in town. Some might smile at my description. It’s just called Heaven and for some, certainly not all, that is precisely what it is. The windows are plain. Opaque coverings inside mask its contents. Most bookstores place their wares in full view, after all, what is a book store without…… books? Now we are down to semantics; the study of meaning. Inside, some might argue over genre, even content. The books and magazines on sale in Heaven are not for everyone and those I have purchased have been the normal material for the purpose of masturbation.

I was leaving. Unusually I’d not seen anything to rouse my ardour. My period was due and while I became horny over the week that followed, it was the days preceding that took the spring out of my step. I reached the door which opened just as I arrived. That was when I saw her. I looked up and there she was. Tall, five ten in her heels. Dark haired and sultry, elegant in a way that only good breeding can achieve. High class and obviously well connected. So why is she entering Heaven, hardly Waterstones, this a down market, seedy book joint favoured mostly by men seeking good wanking material for later. Our eyes met. Hers were a vivid green, like a cat. She smiled as those same eyes bored into mine, then her pink tongue appeared and ran itself along her top lip. She slowly nodded too, she approved of what she could see. I shivered as I realised, she had licked her lips, just as anyone would having savoured a juicy raw steak and wondered how long she dare place it under the grill before it was served up on a plate ready for a welcoming mouth. I had a place for that mouth and especially a searching tongue. That place was wet already from my searching of a different sort, words meant to arouse and those lay behind me in their millions as I stepped out of the bookshop and maintaining eye contact throughout.

She slid past, moving in the opposite direction. Within seconds the door would close and the same window coverings which also extended to the door would block her out of my view. She’d be gone, what then? I turned and looked while the door slowly closed; one last smile and the briefest of flicks of pinkness from what I imagined was a probing tongue. Then she really was gone. What now, I could hang around like a lost puppy. A stray? Wait to have a collar placed around my neck and be led home? I laughed, that only happened in the books I liked to read. My name is Fiona Jones, I am submissive. I am lesbian too; I’m twenty-one years of age and I have recently graduated from university. I’d love to stay and see what happened when the door opened and she re-emerged. I wondered if she’d carry a bag, whose weight would determine how many books she had purchased. The question would be, which books? I couldn’t stay, I had an interview the following day and I needed to prepare. I was highly aroused now, my panties, if you could call what a wore by that name, were sodden and these needed replacing too. I’d have the irresistible urge to masturbate but I’d leave that until bedtime when I could get my box of toys working. Thankfully I kept a good supply of batteries in the same box and tonight I knew they would be put to good use.

I’d seen the advertisement for a personal assistant in a magazine. It was a graphic design business and its chief executive Ginevra Calivari was seeking a new personal assistant. I was puzzled by the type of magazine her company, Unique had placed its advert, it suggested its intention was to find someone with a certain je ne sais quoi? Did I have that certain undefinable quality? I wrote off more in hope than expectation. A recent photo was required and I had one taken by a friend when I had attended a final graduation party which certainly met the required timescales. I guess I can best be described as chic, tiny and with elfin features framed by a short boyish hairstyle which suited my blonde hair. I wore a party dress which ended well above the knee. Much further and I might have exposed too much. You see, that dress was all I wore! I can’t believe it even now, I’d been selected, short listed for interview and it was tomorrow!

I’m in bed now and those mysterious green eyes are plaguing my thinking. My hand is in its normal place, my fingers working their magic between my legs. I’m wet, when am I ever not wet. I’ve always been highly sexual. From the earliest of age, I’d placed a mirror, propped against my headboard and I’d lain on my back with my knees raised and my legs well apart. I was fascinated by my split, hairless mound. I knew my pink lips spilled out without any assistance. But I’d pull back my folds and expose its pink sodden contents. Even at eight I’d get wet and I quickly found where to rub and create an extraordinary sensation. Who knows what a climax is at that age? I did! I saw this pink bud peering out of its hooded protective hiding place. I wondered what it was? I soon found out the moment I touched it. I found this almost electric shiver run up my spine which stopped immediately I removed my finger from its tip. Rubbing it and encircling it brought on another feeling altogether. I’d watched my mother cook; she said milk had to be watched intently and as it rose up the side of the pan, the trick was to take it off the heat to prevent it spilling over. I soon learned to tease myself, prolong that moment. I now know the term edging describes this. Then, when I knew the inevitable result of continuing would create a messy explosion, I’d stop and start again. My mother took me to the doctor concerned I’d developed late-stage bed wetting but I knew different. I learned to take a towel to bed and I was suddenly cured of my affliction.

My mirror exploration didn’t stop at my clitoris. I now know its name of course. I looked at its depths; there was a void which begged its own exploration and it was certainly getting plenty tonight as I worked my new phallic object in and out. In my early exploration I found another place too if I lifted my bottom higher and parted my cheeks. This was pink too but something considered a rather forbidden place. Wasn’t that it’s appeal though? Didn’t everyone go and see, even enter a place forbidden entry? I knew then I could only be attracted to such anatomy. I learned at convent school that boys were different. I learned a lot about sin, sinful actions, and especially sinful thoughts. I was in the shower one day and a girl stood nearby. I reached out and touched her. She screamed and the consequences were dramatic. I found myself held over a desk later a nun holding my wrists while another crouched down and held my ankles. My bottom was bared and I bit my lip and refused to scream while a thick strap was applied multiple times to my bottom. Later, another sin as a masturbated in bed, my still warm bottom signalling another pleasure had been discovered - pain!

[casspurrjoybell-24]

The Alpha's Beta - Chapter 26 - Part 1

BOOK ONE: The Alpha's Trilogy

*Warning Adult Content*

Tomorrow - Part 1

Alpha Silas Claymore

"Fuck," Darren groans from beside me, his hands pressed to his face.

We were both laying in bed.

He let out another groan before he sat up, dropping the blanket that once hid his bare chest.   

"You've got to stop waking me up with swear words every time we have sex," I said, turning onto my side to face him.

I don't know about him but I hadn't been up long.

Maybe five minutes, he was sitting beside me with his phone in his hands before he got cranky again.

"It's Quinton. He says there was a breach in security last night at the cells, someone got out."

That made me get up.

I sat up and looked over him onto the phone that sat in his lap.

At the current moment.

Or at least last night. 

There were three people in the cells.

A girl who got caught shop lifting in one of our clothing stores and her parents wanted her to spend the night there as good punishment.

A man who helped the girl steal from the clothing store.

And Lucca.

Darren handed me the phone, letting me see the text message.

It didn't hold much, just told me what he told me.

I jumped from the bed, grabbed my discarded pants from the floor and raced out of room and up the stairs to Star's room.

I lightly opened the door.

Not wanting to wake him, if he was there.

When I got enough room to peek in, I saw Star laying in the bed, one sleeved arm thrown over his eyes, while the other hung loosely off the bed.

I let out a sigh of relief, closing the room slowly before turning around.

I jumped out of my skin when I saw Darren standing there.   

"I take your calmness as he's still in there?" Darren asked folding his arms over his chest.  

I just nodded my head and walked past him, back down the stairs and into the room.

I went to the bathroom and started to get the shower ready when Darren walked into the bathroom behind me.

Without saying anything, we both stripped our clothes and got into the shower.

I was too focused on getting back to the pack to really watch him and he seemed to get that.

So we simply washed ourselves before getting out and getting dressed.

"You go back, I'll stay here till he wakes up," Darren said, as I pulled on my socks, he stood by the bed, dressed in his normal attire.

"When he's up take him straight to the house. I don't want him out of your sight."

He was about to cut in but I put my hand up stopping him.

"I know you wouldn't let him our of your sight anyways but I just wanted to voice it."

"You take the car, Star and I will run back," Darren said as we walked towards the door.

I turned to face him.

Without thinking I pressed my lips to his then pulled away and froze.  

We both stood still, locking eyes with the other.

Until Darren turned around and walked to the kitchen getting water for the coffee maker.   

That was my cue to leave, I grabbed my coat and opened the door.

I stopped briefly and let out a curse, seeing rain poor down in sheets from the dark clouds above.

I shook my head and ran to the car and put a boot foot on the gas, making it back to the territory in record time.  

Shepard stood by the front gates, his normally brown hair looking black from the rain and clingy to his high cheek bones.

I parked the car just inside the gates and jumped out.

"Alpha, Sir. Ellis and the others are at the cells. The breach was late last night, around three in the morning," Shepard said his green eyes looking towards the town.  

"Do we know who got out?" I asked but from the feeling in my gut, I had already known.

I started walking towards the building that held the cells, and Shepard walked along side me.  

"Only Lucca Miethke, Sir. The tapes show two of the men that had come with Charles, break in through a window at the back, they were in the building for ten minutes before they left with him. The rain started about five minutes after they'd left, any scent or tracks have been wiped away."   

I nodded my head.

Once we got to the cells I saw Ellis on the other side of the broken window, safe from rain.

"Well?"   

"I've got a few men tracking them but the two that came to get him. Elijah and the dude with the freaky blue eyes. They wore the scent shit they have and from the smell of things, they had extra and gave it to Lucca. They've been communicating through the mind link, though I can't reply in the form. They're two hours from the city, no sight of them anywhere. All three groups are saying the same thing. We're best waiting for the rain to clear up. Then at least the security channels wont be fuzzy," Ellis said, picking up shards of glass and throwing them in the trash nearby.  

I let out a sigh, the only thing I was thankful for at this moment was the fact he wasn't in the territory, so that meant Star was safe.

"How'd they'd get in?"   

"They shifted into hawks and once they were in front of the window they shifted to their human form. When they got out with Lucca the three shifted, Lucca into his wolf, them into birds and they were off."

"I want a full report of last nights events on my desk by five. I also want a guard in front of my house at all times to keep an eye on Star. Two gauds preferably."   

I turned around, Ellis called out a 'Yes, Sir' before going back to his duty and I made my way to the I.T. room.   

When I got in, I was met with Quinton and Darcy, running there fingers over keys so fast, I was scared they'd fall off.   

"Alpha Silas. Thank the Moon Goddess you are here. I've got every video angle from last night. Plus I've got a sighting of Simon in Kansas."

I stood behind him and watched as Simons frame was on screen, he was in darkness, but you could clearly see it was him.

Beside him stood a man with curly dark hair he was two inches taller then Simon, they walked at a comfortable pace, walking into the woods at the end of a dirt rode they were on.   

"Where did the footage come from?" I asked, feeling a bound of hopefulness.   

"A Vampire pack in Kansas, Ellis had contacted them and serval other pack to keep their eyes open. No word yet on who the other man is but we're almost certain there working together."   

I nodded my head keeping my eyes on the screen where my brother walked into the shadows.

I could only hope the man was a friend and not foe, not forcing him into something Simon shouldn't be doing.   

I had Quinton email the video to me before I left the building and made my way home.   

I'd rather work from home and keep and eye on Star then sit in a cramped office and worry about him.

When I got home I was happy to see Darren sitting on the couch watching T,V. and Star sitting at the table on a tablet.

I got my laptop out from where it was hiding in the living room and set up shop next to Star.  

I watched the video a few more times, noting how he looked.   

He didn't look all that bad, he wore clothes that had no holes, his shoes looked almost new and he looked relatively healthy.   

I let out a sigh before closing my laptop and looked over to Star who sat with his hands in his lap and looked down to them.

Once he realized I was looking he looked up at my and started talking.

'Lucca was the one who broke out isn't he? That's why we're back?'   

"Where'd you hear that from?"

'Ivan sent me a message said there was a break out last night. I put two and two together.'   

"I don't think he'd stay here and I really don't think the first person he'd come after is you but I just want to be safe and keep you safe."

'Why?' that question set me back.

Wasn't it clear that we'd cared about him?   

"Because Star, you've become a big part in my life. Weather you realize it or not you're part of our family now and I don't let people hurt my family. Not anymore."  

He nodded his head, seemingly okay with that answer, then went back to playing what ever he was on the tablet.

[cipheramnesia]

Riding on busses hurt in new and unusual ways Athena wasn't used to. She tucked the plastic bag back into her hoodie, it was heavier now with some coins clinking around, different bills. The man in the corner store had swapped money out of his register and told her where to go and wait. He'd helped her read a bus schedule, and asked a lot if she was okay and had somewhere safe to go.

Athena said, "I told my friend I'd meet up with her."

Diesel swirled a dark cloud into the light drizzle, and Athena rolled around her back because it was hurting. She carefully refolded the little map she got, trying to block rain from it with her body. The bus juddered and whined off to the next errand, and she walked on and up a narrow sidewalk amongst a bunch of new buildings with anonymous brown brick and tinted glass fronts.

She wasn't sure why the walk made her back feel better than the bus, or why she ended up coming to Riverside from the opposite direction as before, but a moment more stood to the chained gates, large padlock in hand. The gates were closed and chained together. The lock was warm and the little sparks of light were easy to find inside the mechanism. Its body fell off the shackle with a clink and clatter. She shoved the gates and discovered they were very heavy.

Sweat and rain made her face itch all the walkup the drive to the door which had a paper taped to it. "Regretfully closing our doors... patients transferred to caring professionals... honored to have served your needs-" She tore it down, angry for no particular reason she could figure out. Crushed the paper and jammed it into her hoodie, shoved hard at the big white doors in irritation. Flickering, and pop, they fell into the foyer. The windows shattered, and the glass ran freely across the gray carpet and tiles within.

Light was fading away behind the clouds around Riverside, and its interior was dark. It took her awhile, even following all the signs, to find Dr. Hopewell's office inside the maze of stairs, and she removed several doors in the process. That was getting easier, she bet it would be nothing to open the gate now. His office was on the top floor, just off the elevator, which didn't have any power. Of course. It was lit inside, of course. She came upon the doctor standing at his desk, staring off to the side, listening for something. He had a big flashlight like she saw the orderlies sometimes carry at night, it was propped up to give the entire room uneven light and wide shadows up the walls.

"Hi Dr. Hopewell," She said, causing him to almost leap.

"Oh! Oh, hello... you. What are you doing here, umm... Sorry, what was your name?" He had several filing cabinets with the drawers open, folders stacked in neat piles over a large, expensive looking wood desk with a sizable leather chair behind it and a wall of framed certificates behind that.

"I don't know," Athena said. "You can use Athena." She passed him and looked at the certificates. The largest one was a framed doctorate of business administration.

His eyes searched somewhere overhead in his mental files. "Athena? Athena, ah... oh. Hello Athena."

When she turned around again he had stepped back and spread his hands to either side of his body. She'd seen orderlies do that when people yelled and looked around. There weren't any orderlies waiting to jump on her from the side. She looked at the desk, at a very wide book open in front of the stacks of files. It had a lot of columns and rows and numbers highlighted in different colors. More importantly, Dr. Hopewell drew a sharp breath when she touched it. "It says this place is closed now on the sign." She smoothed the sign out in Hopewell's book of numbers.

"Um, yes. Unfortunately. The Mental Health Systems budgetary reallocation... well, nevermind. Yes, after today Riverside will become a privately owned rental property." He looked sad, but she didn't know much of what he meant.

"Okay," she said. "I want to know what happened to Alice."

"Um... Alice who?"

"I don't know, she never had a last name. You all called her Alice. She had." Athena waved vaguely around her head. "Spiky blond hair. And like, metal arms or something. Robot arms."

"Oh Alice," said Dr. Hopewell at the same time as Athena mentioned Alice used a wheelchair. "She, ah, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid she- she's, um, dead."

"I know, but where did she go." Athena was irritated, the room got to be a little lighter. She brushed the sad, wrinkled letter off the book, one column was a bunch of random names, then dates, dollar amounts. She thought a couple looked familiar.

"Well," Dr. Hopewell said, clearing his throat. "There's, uh, some schools of thought about that, um, various religious practices." He smoothed his necktie a little. "I've never given it much thought-"

"I'm not stupid," Athena said, louder than she expected. She flipped a page. "Where did you- where do bodies go?" There was a more detailed note in one of the columns that said "end of care, tosu" all lower case but all the other notes were businesses or names for people.

"Ah, I see. May I?" He stepped back up to the desk, Athena just watched as his shadow slid across the walls and floor. He leaned far back even reaching past, lifting a rolodex from beside her elbow, stepping back away with it. He fanned his profuse sweat with the rolodex while Athena tried to understand the wide book. It was much lighter in the room, dark outside the windows, easier to see. "Here?" He held the rolodex out.

"The Temple of Sacred Unity" in futuristic italicized font was printed in purple over a photo of a tall, shiny office building against a blue sky across the front of a business card taped into the tab. It also said "growing a united community, together!" followed by an address and phone number. Athena took the card and shoved it into her hoodie pocket. "She went there?"

"Well, her- that is, yes. Ah, they offer very kind and respectable services for the decss... that is, for people who don't have anyone to see to them, mmm, after, you know."

"Why are you talking like that? Weirdly."

"I'm sorry. Sorry. I don't mean to talk weirdly."

Athena bit her lower lip. Put her hand on the long book and watched Dr. Hopewell. His eyes fixed on the book. "Okay. It's dark now. I'm going to sleep in one of the rooms. I'm taking this." She closed the book and stuck it under her arm.

"Er- Please don't. That's... important records!" He lifted his hands from his sides but didn't aproach.

"No one cares," she said, and walked out of his office. Dr. Hopewell flinched away when she got too close. There was pleny of light for her to find a room, where she curled up after stowing the book in her backpack. She'd look at the map tomorrow.

Part 3: The Death, Rebirth, and Afterlife of Parasite Alice

The Riverside Clinic for Wellness and Long-term Care weathered safely the storms of the burn just as all the worst memories navigate the mindscape unimpeded. The venerable history of the red brick and white trimmed building carried it through the poor and homeless left in squalor to the airy chill of lobotomy and electroshock therapy, two wings wide and three floors tall. Its height well serviced its intent, too short for escape even via a yearning leap from the roof to its concrete driveway.

The persistance of such single-minded enclosure of the divergent mind carried forward to the interior, with mutiply sectioned floors along each wing navigable only through a network of stairwells. A more modern elevator spired through the center of the building, lever operated and gated by iron on all sides. None of the layers of white tile or muted gray carpet or soothing art prints or geometic wall paintings over the years could fully excise the prison lovingly built into the architecture. Inside, it promised no escape. Outside its dignified facade offered warm reassurance that aging loved ones to difficult children and everyone in between would be safely forgotten.

Some part of Alice understood all this as the square black truck complained about stopping at the brick stairs with their awkwardly late addition of a wheel chair accessible ramp, leading to wide white doors set with large windows blocked by gauzy white curtains. The driver helped her out of the car and she said, "I can do it just fine!" before almost falling as her legs wobbled. She didn't like strangers touching her, but now everyone was a stranger and she leaned on a stranger just for the simple task of reaching the door of the building where she will die of cancer.

The doors swung inward to reveal an average man with a surfeit of dignity to his gray peppered mustache and deep, dark eyes beneath a noble high forehead and a gently swept back head of mostly gray hair. His thick belly preceded his wide shoulders into any room, and his hands were noticeably large with thick fingers, moving quickly and nimbly to pull a wheelchair onto the small porch. He wore checked trousers, a pale yellow golf shirt, and his arms were exceptionally hairy.

"So good to meet you," he let one hand overtake his stomach to greet Alice, which she disregarded. "My name is Dr Hopewell, and I'm the administrator here at Riverside. I've heard quite a bit about you, and I wanted to make you comfortable right away. You're quite the special guest!" He smiled away the dignity of his profile.

"I don't need a wheelchair," she said. The driver shrugged and let her go, forcing her to grab to armrests to keep standing. "I'm just tired." She gave daggers out of her eyes to both men before maneuvering herself into the seat. "Don't get used to this."

The driver passed a clipboard over her head. "You gotta sign for the delivery, also initial there... and there. Sign and date there too. Okay, nice knowing you."

Dr. Hopewell was already turning her and rolling her into the building before the driver started the truck. "Don't worry Alice, we'll make sure you have the best of care here. You're a celebrity after all, but there may be a few bumps ahead!" They wheeled past a heavy wood door and a much larger orderly took over, pushing her down the hall then bumping up a flight of stairs.

"We specialize these days in unique individuals like yourself. I understand you won't persue treatment?" She folded her arms and rolled her eyes. "Well, if you change your mind, we can be ready to start immediately." The chair and orderly bumped back down stairs into another long hallway. "But here is your room, and we've put you with someone you should get along with. She's very unique."

The room was small, two beds with a curtain divider, wall mounted TV sets, a closet bathroom, one tall window and a few small sets of sad artificial wood drawers.

Another woman sat in a rolling tube frame chair in the far corner of the room. She was big and soft and still in pajamas, her belly stuck out a bit from under the top, and her sloping shoulders seemed to be a permanent fixture of her slouch while the sweeping curve of her neck to her chin echoed in her faint jawline. Her nose was long and straight and Alice thought it was very fine with her dark black eyes looking a thousand miles away and her arrow straight glossy black hair hanging behind the chair. Alice wondered what it would be like to hold her hand. Would she squeeze hard or gently? Interlaced or fingers to thumb.

She about the woman's hands and lips and eyes enought, it took her longer than it should have to realize the other woman was also shimmering with the golden glow of the burn.