#i spilled some soda on it but i thought i cleaned it up and dried it and it was fine at first

[citrus-sours]

Its jover folks. My computer is busted. Sooooooo no art for awhile . :'(

[pwblogarchive]

August 2004

August 9, 2004

“Dear Queen Of Hearts Killer”

we finished shooting the video- i dont want to give it away but it is our darkest video yet, see: basement face punches and playing cards. youll be able to see it soon. we have more suprises in store. cruise over to the alternative press site and tell em thanks for putting us on the cover or that you hate them and us and the world. oh yeah, another installment up over at the fueledbyramen journal- im not gonna put up too much more because i dont want to give it all away- peterpan

ps- as much as you wish you were me, i wish i was you so much more

August 9, 2004

for all the trophy boys and sleep over princes - for all the bruised thighs and smokedout eyes:

i am a zombie who doesn’t want to live, a corpse bored with my own funeral. we live like gypsies only with less gold and maybe more curses. people say you can’t run away from your problems (we are the problem). well thats just shit. cause i’ve spent 20 years on the run and i can’t remember most of the problems that started this (maybe thats been the problem all along). it’s funny. you become a different person when you don’t have a home. you take for granted sleeping in the same bed, looking at the same clocks, waking up with a rug underneath your feet. the world looks different from the back of a van- and rest stops and hardwood floors. we are ghosts with addresses in ghost towns. no matter how much you clean yourself, your clothes and your pillow it never really gets clean, neither does your memory. it never lets go of that smokey, cold/wet feeling. if there was a word for what i am looking for right now it would definitely sound like her name. at some point you wanted her innocence for your own. to breathe in every single breath that she breathed out, to taste her spit- to feel how she feels to fall asleep next to you and to be let down for the first time. 

when i leave could you please say your sheets would never be the same and that maybe you even missed my smell just a little bit?

- petey

August 11, 2004

“Sugar We’re Going Down Swingin”

we are having a blast on warped tour so far. it is hot. french canada is awesome cause there are all kinds of weird candy bars and sodas and girls are pretty. come out and tell hey chris he is a hottie with a body at our merch tent. for realz.

call me up and tell me you are doing okay.

that would make my day.

me plus you 4 eva.

peterpan

September 2, 2004

noone ever fell in love with anyone because of empty pockets or red splotched eyes. drove around for hours tonight just to keep myself from feeling anchored. weighed down. to keep my mind off thinking about what kids like me deserve. desperation isnt a strong enough word (but it will have to do). my wrists are only black and blue cause i don’t got the balls. nothing gets you ready to have every single word dissected and put under a microscope. i got ringing in my ears but none on my fingers. i got sunsets in the veins on my wrists. we’re not just falling in love anymore, we’re demanding it. im the latest bloomer (dried out my wet dreams and saved them for a rainy day). i can still see you standing on my front porch- slowed my own thoughts down to a single blade of grass. you couldnt catch my eye cause i was too busy rolling them. the buttons on one side of your coat that wouldnt snap on the other side. they were just for fashion not for function you told me. you were pretty for a boy. it made me laugh when i thought of it, im sorry i wasnt laughing at what you were saying. it makes me laugh still- when im driving around for hours at night. id love to swerve off and blame it on the fog, but ive been talking on these roads too much lately. theyd spill all my secrets. this city won’t let me go. im sure theyd lock me up somewhere if anyone saw me at 23 sneaking into cemetaries. taking pills to make me feel okay sleeping in the grass just above you. the sirens find me at the first light. my lips cracked and dried from the tears, i'll probably die a cliche. flash the lights to kissing boys. provocative. i promise you i wont ever have another afternoon like when we used to sneak out of school and drive the lakeshore. noone will ever sound as cool as you. we built cool. we made up style. we set the standard and theyre all just trying to live up to it. if theres nobody who thinks like us anymore. untouchable is unlovable. you always have me humming in my head just out of key. i bought an alarm clock just so i could hit the snooze button. whats the point in getting out of bed anymore if you only get out to say you did. if you could love the biggest fraud or the best liar- then im your prince. i was made just for fashion not for function.

- petey

[lazypanartist]

Hi hiii! Im back! I got a wee bit ambitious and thought I could knock out 3 stories before it got to today, but I didn't prove so lucky. But, I did finish one, and on my birthday no less! So there's that! 😊 I at least managed that!

Anyways, as usual, I hope you enjoy. I took inspiration from the prompt you gave lol. As usual, lmk if your in the mood for something! Blindbox, continuations, I can even try some more Halloween stuff, even though itd be laaaaaate.

-📝Nonnie

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"I told you my top shelf movies were going to be a bit much for you."

Leonardo shuddered and looked away, his discomfort levels through the roof as he strained to pull a relaxed smirk. "It's nothing! Nothing, please, this is like…It's like watching VeggieTales! Pssh!"

You sighed and shook your head, turning the film off. "I warned you that Pontypool gets pretty rough. I thought that you learned to listen when I warned you about all the others. You flipped while watching Get Out. And Ginger Snaps made you squeamish."

"The transformations looked really painful…" your boyfriend grimaced sympathetically, before huffing and cleaning up the popcorn he knocked over, tossing the occasional piece in his mouth when he claimed the Five Second Rule.

"Yeah, that's why I like it, the whole process being something- nevermind, sorry. Leo, hun, it's fine if you can't handle the Top Shelf. They aren't for everyone."

Your boy in blue crossed his arms, peering at you like he was trying to crack a code. "How come you aren't scared by any of those movies? Not even the cheap jumpscares get you!"

You shrugged, cleaning up the pop cans and spilled soda on your table before getting to your movie shelf and taking the disc out of the dvd player. "I dunno. I mean, some of it scares me. Like the atmosphere puts me on edge and the concepts make my mind run wild, but…Eh, I guess I'm just not bothered by horror. It's why I have so many scary movies. Probably just used to it all. I can predict story beats too well now."

Cocking a brow, your lover lifted his head from where he was looking through the lower, tamer movie shelf. "Used to it, huh…? Oh, wait, can we actually watch Kubo and the Two Strings?"

"Yeah, no problem."

–

Neon💙Leon changed your name to Dreamboat 💞

Neon💙Leon: Hey! I have d8 nite nxt wk! 

Neon💙Leon: Meet up @ manhole n I'll walk u there. Want 2 surprise u✨

Dreamboat💞: Halloween night? okay u got it. What time?

Neon💙Leon: 7pm. make sure u bring ID.

Dreamboat💞: Hey champ, baby, love of mine, if it needs ID how are u getting in.

Neon💙Leon: Donnie made us fakes like 2 months ago. I'm sure it'll work.

Chuffed, you pocketed your phone while you finished doing the dishes. Once the last plate was scrubbed, dried and put away, you bid your roommate goodbye and off you went, grabbing your keys as you left. You made sure to grab your longboard and head off, kicking off on the ground and sailing your way through the streets. Your sneaker dashed against icky puddles as you moved, the dark wheels allowing you to cut your travel time down as you coasted along. It wasn't long before you swerved down an alley, a relaxed grin on your face as you waved to your boyfriend.

"Heyoo. How's my hunk doin?"

Leonardo snorted, looking amused but embarrassed at your words. "Pretty good, my- wait, why aren't you in costume?!"

You shrugged. "I'm dressed as a guy from Staten Island. Besides, you never told me to."

"Eugh. That IS scary. It's okay, it should be fine. Come on! ¡Vámonos!"

Chuckling to yourself, you picked your board up and carried it while holding a hand out, excitedly squeezing the scaled hand that gripped your own. You let Leonardo lead you on a walk, swinging your joined hands once in a while as the two of you teased or joked with one another. You were happy anytime you got a rise out of the Hamato, the blush you were rewarded with when you managed to fluster him being sweeter than any king sized candy handed out.

The two of you walked for a while, Leonardo dressed in his Jupiter Jim Alien look for the day and getting plenty of positive feedback for it. Before long, the blue-clad mutant pointed to a building with a small simple banner hung up outside. Your eyes widened as you locked onto the wording, reading out loud in excitement before turning back to Leo in wonder.

"The Hex House? Manhattan's most terrifying haunted house?! Oh my god, you didn't."

"Oh," crooned the slider, pulling two tickets from his fanny pack and fanning them out, "But I did, my charming partner. Two tickets to the biggest fright night of our lives. I had yours ordered special."

You blinked at that, curious to what he meant, but as you approached the booth and passed over your ticket and ID, the worker glanced at the different stub and sneered, grabbing a lanyard with a glow stick attached and handing it over.

"Put that on before you head in."

You nodded, confused but willing as you looped it over your head and let it dangle against your chest. Your mutant boyfriend smirked as well and threw an arm around you. "Prepare for the scariest thing you ever experienced, baby~"

Grinning, you waited a little while longer with your partner until a large man with a buffalo skull for a mask lumbered up while you two were laughing and chatting. He grabbed you by the shoulder and yanked you, dragging you over to a large double door before opening it and shoving you in. Baby Blue slipped in behind you, and the door was slammed shut, casting you both in darkness.

This was going to be great for you.

–

Things were not going great for Leonardo.

The terrapin had plans. Extensive ones. He had planned on the change of pace and scenery to wind you up. He planned on the frightful decor and costumes to make you scream. He planned on actors grabbing and shaking the bravery out of you like it was a loose marble.

He planned on getting you the special Hard Mode ticket, so you would be scared out of your wits, and cling to him for once.

Instead, he found himself jumping and yelping once again as a puff from an air cannon startled him into your arms, your slight flinch at the noise being the only reaction of shock. You chuckled slightly, and squeezed him. This was…well, not at all what he wanted. He was the brave leader of the Mad Dogs! The Face Man! He was better than this.

Grumbling some, the slider felt his bad mood coming off him in waves, which you seemed immune to. 

["-...just not bothered by horror. It's why I have so many scary movies. Probably just used to it all. I can predict story beats too well now."]

Huh…

Did…story beats happen even here? UGH! Why didn't he think of that?! A rather upset chirp escaped your boyfriend as he crossed his arm, the exit coming upon you both far too soon. The two of you stepped out, and Leo took the polaroids they handed out at the end.

You looked thrilled.

Heaving a big sigh, Leonardo continued on at a brisk pace, you having to hurry to catch up to him.

"Babes! Wait!"

You almost tripped catching up to him, but you managed to pick up the pace and walked side by side. Leo looked away, unhappy.

"Babes? Come on, Hero, talk to me. What did I do?"

"More like what DIDN'T you do!! This whole-!" Leo corrected his tone, taking a breath and making sure not to yell. "Sorry, sorry, just…this whole date was planned so you could be scared! I wanted you to have a little bit of thrill!! Movies don't bug you and scary stories and youtube creepypastas and r/letsnotmeet shit doesn't work, I wanted you to just…!

"Look, I wasn't trying to like, be mean scare you. Okay, maybe a bit, but really! I just wanted you to experience shock! And, and and and surprise and be spooked for the season! You're just too…cool, and brave, and for once, I wanted to comfort you like you do with me all the time…" The mutant sighed, rubbing at his face. A civilian walked past you both, complimenting Leonardo on his Jupiter Jim alien costume and held a hand up. He didn't even look up as he gave the dweeby person a high five as you both kept walking.

You frowned, scratching the back of your head in confusion. "What do you mean? I was scared out of my wits in there."

Your boyfriend slowly turned and gave you a disbelieving look. "You laughed at a jumpscare and asked the actor where they got their chainsaw."

"Yeah, well, I didn't think you wanted to deal with me screaming and crying. I sorta…compartmentalized everything. Treated it like a movie and stuff." Picking the skin on your cheek, you looked away from Leo, who was straightening up the more you talked. "I just…I don't know. The lighting was disorienting and I was scared I would embarrass you or hurt myself. I was scared the whole time about something or other. Didn't exactly want you to think I was a pu-"

"Wait, so. You were SCARED. How come you didn't freak out at all??"

You thought quietly before smiling. "I had you there. I knew, y'know, no matter what, you would have my back if something went down. As long as you leap into my arms, I know it's something you know I can comfort you about. So it's not big and scary or going to hurt me." You gently patted his jaw with a cheeky grin. "After all, who can be scared while having a hero like you keeping them safe?"

Leonardo froze, watching as you kept walking. His eyes looked back down at the polaroid and, while yes, he was screaming at some scare not captured on the camera, he could see you behind him. Your eyes were wide with surprise and shock, but your smile was warm as you only paid attention to him.

The ninja quickly caught back up with you, holding a hand out which you took in your own. The two of you walked back to your place, already talking about ordering something in as  you bickered about either getting pizza again or ordering from the Jamaican patty place. You both kept an eye or an ear out for whatever lay in the shadows, knowing you both would be there to comfort the other no matter what scares may lie ahead in the dark, overcast night.

Happy birth!!

And this is so cute!! Reader not wanting to freak Leo out by panicking, Leo wanting them to be scared so he can comfort them.. idiots to lovers except they're already lovers 💕

[yand3r3-everything]

Moon vs Wolf

Yandere Moon and Roxanne idea-

Android or original, doesn't matter in this

You're nothing special, just a janitor left for 11pm to 7am to clean messes others didn't have time for, or the S.T.A.F.F bots can't get to. Such as cleaning the pizza sauce off the ceiling that a kid somehow tossed hard enough to hit it in a tantrum. Or somehow having the patience to thoroughly clean Sun/Moon whenever working since everyone else was too creeped out by Moon or got too pissed off at Sun's nonstop energy to finish. The amount of dried types of glue and even sometimes boogers found on him is horrifying and sickeningly gross.

Moon's been getting more insistent on being around you throughout the nights. Like a dog, even starts to follow you everywhere when the lights go out. How he's able to find you everytime is quite strange.

He even starts leaning way too close whenever he's the one you're cleaning.

Sun KNOWS what Moon’s feeling, and what he’s doing. He knows it’s not normal, and wants to keep his new janitor friend safe! 

You still have no idea why whenever it’s Sun, he’s being even more adamant on keeping the lights on, trying to get you to leave the daycare before the lights temporarily cut, how he’s even willing to help clean up with the chemicals though he’s not supposed to even touch them. 

Moon eventually still takes over and has enough of Sun’s meddling, and ends up pinning you to hug you too tightly. He starts doing it so often it’s affecting your work. Now you see why Sun’s so adamant, and try to temporarily hide whenever Moon’s out. It doesn’t always work, and even when it does, it still takes time out of what you need to do. 

Roxanne notices and Isn’t happy at all with whatever is taking you longer to come fix her hair whenever you’re working. You usually spend at least half an hour slowly getting stuff out of her hair to keep it full and pretty. Some kids find it funny to stick gum in it, or that kid who tripped and their cup of soda opened, spilling it all over her back and hair. That sticky mess felt like it took ages to fix. You even sneak in some conditioner and water in a spray bottle to keep it more smooth and shiny than ever before. The higher-ups have noticed though. But hey, it’s not really affecting their sales. If anything, it might be rising them, and it’s not coming out of their pockets, so they honestly don’t really care. Roxanne though, she does. She fucking loves it. And hates to admit it, but you as well for it. By far her favorite human, and sometimes won’t even let other human staff try to clean her when it isn’t you. 

Though the higher-ups like that you keep the place pretty clean and it surprisingly helps the sales a lot, they’ve noticed the lacking as of lately, and have informed you they may have to fire you if it keeps up. It was especially close for you being fired last time when you couldn’t clean out whatever Chica got into, and people smelled the next day.  It wasn’t kept a secret either as a human staff member heard ad told a lot of the others. They were actually kind of worried since you do a lot of the stuff no one else wanted to do. 

This night you decided to change things up and have Sun/Moon be the very last thing to do. You’re near Roxanne’s room when you hear the familiar sound of Moon in the distance. You quickly enter Roxanne’s room with the cleaning supplies and the spray bottle. 

“You’re here early.” She pipes up, but definitely doesn’t seem angry about it. 

You sigh heavily. “Yeah, I wanted to try a different schedule to throw off Moon. He’s becoming a major pain, and if he stops me from finishing everything I need to do again, I most likely will be fired.” 

“What?” she snaps in a really dark tone. You ignore it and start scanning over her. Luckily, this week seems to have been pretty easy, or she let another human clean her. Doubtful though. 

“I don’t know what his deal is, but he’s the reason I kept ending up late here. Thought switching it around would help, but he’s already out searching for me. Sun knows and tries his best, but the lights are a massive problem.” You bring out the spray bottle and she passes me her brush. Carefully running hands through to find any possible gum first, there isn’t any. You spray and carefully start going from the bottom and the tips up. 

“Really starting to wish he wasn’t a security part. You think with guards working that wouldn’t be a thing. Wishing they were locked in the daycare at this point, because he seems too focused on me to search for threats.” 

“Ugh, that little... If he ever makes you late again, I’m going to hunt him down and destroy him myself!” 

There was one pretty stubborn knot you stumble into. Placing the brush down on the dressing table, You try to work it out with my fingers. Your body freezes as a thump on glass is heard from behind. You peak over Roxanne’s shoulder to see Moon’s creepy glowing face planted against the glass, peering into the room.  

You take my hand out and grab the spray bottle again. maybe a bit more would help ease this darn knot out. “Ugh, damn it Moon. can’t you leave me alone ONCE?”

Her head whips around as fast as lightning and she glares at him with a snarl. She gets out of the chair and starts heading for the door, which is still unlocked because she never tried to leave before.

Shit, this is going to go badly... 

[erefics]

afterglow by erefics

synopsis: reader has had a rough day of first classes, and comes home in tears to a supportive eren. now, his only purpose is to make you feel better in any way he can.

content warnings: female bodied reader, corruption, daddy kink, daddy!eren, major praise kink, breeding, use of the pet name puppy but no pet kink

word count: 1.7k

*all characters are aged up and in college*!

your eyes had been swollen and puffy as your feet shuffled across the hallway back to your shared apartment with boyfriend eren. they dragged across the tile, making it evident you’d been tiresome and overpowered from the harsh and cruel school day.

not only were your classes harder than you expected, but the other students were relentlessly mean all day to you. they hadn’t given you a break the entirety of the day, teasing you and making you run to the bathroom stall in order to dry the tears falling down your perfect pink cheeks.

thankfully, eren had always been there for you when you came home from school. he got out of his last period before you, which was a perfect way to be greeted in the living room by him after dealing with the harsh reality of college.

“what’s wrong, doll?” he immediately noticed the poor little grimace on your face, which you tried so desperately to hide. it wasn’t because you didn’t want to tell him what happened per say, it was just the fact that you struggled opening up about your feelings. you were so sensitive, so easily broken. he knew that. and he knew when something was most definitely wrong with his puppy.

“what—‘m okay, eren,” you lied bashfully, covering your reddened cheeks with your hand, but your palm was too small to conceal the tears.

he clicked his tongue, shaking his head slowly. it didn’t take him long to catch on, and he moved your hand off of your face by force, pinning it down to your side.

“what did i tell you about hiding your feelings from me, princess?” his voice deepened.

you looked up at him rather slowly, it took you a moment to make full eye contact because you’d been stalling from that for so long now. he was quite intimidating when looking at you so directly.

“i…’m not hiding anything,” you continued to lie, surprising even yourself by the amount of perseverance you were showing.

his grip on your wrist only grew tighter, which started to startle you a bit.

“speak up for daddy, dollface. i’m not gonna bite you for talking about your feelings,” eren raised his bushy eyebrows, even puckering his lips into a very tempting pout. that was all you needed to spill out your feelings to him.

“well, my day just wasn’t the best…’started with chemistry, got asked to leave because i hadn’t been prepared, apparently you have to ‘bring your own goggles’. shouldnt that be included in the tuition? and my mathematics professor is a total dick. but don’t get me started on the girls who’d been teasing me all day…calling’ me names and stuff, talking behind my back and already starting rumors. then on the way home from the campus i tripped on an empty soda can and was pretty much out of breath and started crying and—“

“y/n!” eren interrupted your ramble, soothing your pulsing heartbeat with a hand on your chest. his fingers stroked the side of your jaw softly, wiping the excess tears that hadn’t yet dried, or fallen to the floor. “‘s okay, i’m here now,” he brought you into an embrace, finally, ridding you of all sadness. “what kind of assholes would say anything like that about my precious puppy?” he removed his hands from your back, keeping the same eye contact from before.

“dunno. ‘don’t even wanna go back tomorrow,” you sighed, plopping down onto the sofa next to eren, crossing your arms as if throwing a hissy fit.

“well you’re here for now, angel. you’re safe. and in my comfort. i’m here to always make you feel the best you possibly can,” eren followed you, sitting on the sofa and grabbing you by the hips and placing you on his lap, your back facing his stomach. his hand traced lightly down the side of your neck, humming to himself ever so quietly. you could barely even hear, but it was faint enough. “daddy won’t let anybody make you feel like that again,” he hummed, his hand rimming the silhouette of your shoulder, moving its way down your arm softly, giving yourself chills.

you giggled a bit at the soft ticklish feeling of his hand trailing down your clean and untainted skin.

“shhh, puppy. let me make you forget that bad day, yeah?”

you jolted in his lap a bit as his hand made its way across your lap, gripping the fat of your thigh and squeezing it until your aching core felt the effects of it. “y–yes, daddy,” you nodded, starting to let yourself enjoy his strokes of love, eyes even closing through instinct. you simply let go while he took over the controls of your body.

“such a pretty body. do you know that, y/n? that you have such a delicate, fucking untouchable body. it’s too bad i’m gonna touch it, then. gonna touch it real good.” eren nodded to himself, his hand gripping your cunt through your skirt, almost as if he was taking a handful of you. the fact you’d been fully clothed still yet you felt so fucking wonderful as the pressure exceeded against your clit–was magical.

“yes, yes! real good, daddy,” you blurted out, back arching against his lap.

“mhm, i know, i know, shhh.” his fingers uncovered your panties by pushing the pleated skirt above his hand, towards your torso. the fabric was so thin and mesh, you could see everything through the undies. eren had taken one swipe of his finger down your slit, and that was enough to know how wet you’d been. “fuck, fuck. you’re gushing, pup. how fucking pretty is that?” he mumbled, holding up his finger with your juices coated on it, dripping down the digit.

“‘already so wet, ‘m sorry. you know ‘m sensitive, daddy. can’t handle the things you say,” you beg for his sympathy.

“course you can sweetheart. you can, and you will handle me,” eren kissed the gap between your neck and shoulder, simultaneously pushing your panties aside to begin rubbing through your slick cunt. “oh, oh yeah…i love how that feels, princess.”

his fingers moved like light work against your clit, using muscle memory from your previous encounters together because he’d already known the things you liked. soft and slow we’re the two key words. “being so good for me. letting daddy touch you how he pleases, hm? that’s my good girl. such a pretty cunt. feels so good i bet. you have to tell me. tell me how it feels, okay?”

“ ��feels good!! eren, eren, please. can you go a little faster?” you’d asked him, struggling through your words. eren didn’t even respond before picking up the speed of his fingers on your clit. he’d been waiting for the signal to go faster forever. he’d ached for ages to move from slow to fast and soft to rough. but he only wanted to do the things you were comfortable with. “oh!! fuck, ‘s feeling good eren!”

“just like this? i knew you’d like that, puppy,” he smirked into your shoulder as you squirmed around in his lap, moving your hips with your own mighty power to add extra pressure to your clit, along with his fingers already rocketing inside you.

“‘m so close!!” you cried.

“i thought so, hm. of course i wanna let you cum. but i think it’d be more enjoyable if you did so with this pretty little cunt wrapped around my cock?”

“yes, yes!! yes, ‘m so desperate to feel myself on your cock, daddy. ‘s too much, want more though”

he chuckled, using his other hand to unbuckled himself underneath you, proving to be rather good at doing two things at once. touching you and unbuckling.

within seconds, he aligned himself with your leaking cunt, putting pressure with his tip on your clit first, which matter of fact had been throbbing and pulsating, waiting to be overstimulated to the point of climax.

“eren!! oh!!” you cried out, body bending over forward like jello as his tip just satisfied you a bit too much as it pressed against your cunt. “put it in please!! put it in!”

“so impatient, hm. remember i’m doing this because you had a bad day.” he spoke, and mid sentence, he pushed his length slowly inside your walls. “and this is special treatment,” he finished, pushing himself in all the way to the hilt.

eren kept himself aligned while inside of you, somewhat still aside from your occasional squirming giving stimulation to his length.

he placed soft kisses against the back of your neck, lifting hair out of the way first, letting you adjust to his size for a few moments before finally starting to add movement, going steady enough to just give you relief to breathe out.

“daddy!!” you leaned back against him, hands reaching for anything to grab as you started moving vertically against his cock, that pretty, tiny body rocking up and down to feel good.

“daddy loves you,” he murmured softly into her ear as he added more frequent thrusts into her hole, moving her entire body up a few inches off the sofa which proved how intense his power was. “you know daddy loves you, right, pup?”

“mhm, yes! d-daddy loves me,” you repeated after him.

it only took a few moments more before you’d been too stimulated and you released yourself while he’d been inside you. the noises you made were so pretty and loud once you finished, it had signaled eren to cum with you. there was no warning or hesitation, he simply emptied himself inside your little pretty cunt, his load leaking out of you and onto both of your thighs, causing a rather evident mess.

“feel okay, my dear?” he spoke softly, squeezing your body tight against his chest. you nodded, rocking whatever energy you had left against his cock even after finishing, proving you still had some left in you.

“now i’m gonna need you to tell me every name of every student that hurt your feelings today.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Smalltown Bringdown 3

Warnings: blood, violence, groping, more to be added.

This is dark!biker!Bucky and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your new job does not offer the stability you crave.

Note: So, I’m thinking 4 to 5 chapters. I had another migraine last night which meant an early sleepy time for me. I work today so I’ll be running around as you guys get to read this! To those who take the time to read, thank you. Love you guys!

Please, leave some feedback, like and reblog <3

Your mother wasn’t happy about your new job. Neither were you. Yet, you couldn’t tell her why you accepted the job at The Asp or what Bucky said; what he had implied. You fed her some tripe about the pay and benefits and you didn’t lie when you said it was all you could get. He made sure of that.

You were dressed all in black; jeans, long-sleeved tee, a pair of narrow toed boots. You were nervous. You liked The Saucer because it was quaint, you dreaded The Asp because it was anything but. A biker bar, the seediest place in town where boozers and gamblers alike spent their cheques. Your mother always told you to avoid the place. For good reason; your father had never returned from that very bar.

You ran your hands along your stomach and down your thighs. You took a breath and pulled on your jacket as you turned away from the mirror. Your mother was in the kitchen, just home from work. You walked through and Ash danced at your feet. The speckled Dachsund always thought a coat meant he was going on an adventure.

“Before you leave,” Your mother said as she wiped her hands.

“Not really hungry, mom,” You grumbled.

“I know, I know,” She rounded the counter and grabbed her purse. “It’s not food… for once.”

She pulled out a small cylinder and held it out.

“Is that mace?” You chuckled.

“Oh yeah,” She shoved it into your hand. “Any of those boys start giving you a hard time, you give ‘em an extra spray for me.”

“Mom.” You shook your head. She wasn’t making you any less nervous.

“Ash has a good sixth sense. He didn’t like that man one bit,” She crossed her arms. “And I’m inclined to share the sentiment.”

“Mom, look, this is what I got,” You grabbed your own bag and dropped the mace inside. “And you know if I got him as my shadow, no one else is gonna give me anything.”

“You be careful, honey,” She grabbed your shoulders and drew you close. “Maybe… apply to college again.”

“Mom, it’s a little late for that and you know I can’t afford it.” You hugged her and pulled away. “I can handle myself. I have so far.”

“God,” She touched her forehead. “You sound like your father.”

You stuck your tongue out at her and went to the door. 

“Mom,” You turned back, “I love you. It’ll be okay.”

“Love you, too,” She said glumly, “I’ll leave your dinner in the stove.”

“Alright,” You took a step out into the hall, “Thanks.”

💀

It was almost dark out as you walked up to The Asp. You stood across the street and looked up at the moniker. Cleopatra was chipped and faded but her eyes shone beneath the spotlights. It was more Liz Taylor than the actual queen. You crossed the road and held your head up as best you could as approached the bouncer.

“Here for a job,” You said plainly. He didn’t bother to card you.

“I heard,” He grumbled as he pulled a smoke out. “The man’s in there somewhere. Waiting for you.”

“Thanks, Lonny,” You pushed through to the dim barroom. 

Lucy was pouring a pint at the bar for a man in a tattered flannel. He slid his money across and she returned his change. He tossed a few coins over the wood and took a swig. You neared and leaned a few feet away from the man. Lucy wiped her hands on the towel tucked into her apron tied around her rounding stomach. A pregnant barmaid was a peculiar sight.

“Hey, didn’t believe him when he said you were starting,” She smiled as she waved you around. “Grab an apron,” She pointed to the pegs along the wall. You grabbed a plain black smock and tied it around your waist; pockets big enough for a notebook and change, though it reached no further than the middle of your thigh. “I’ll show you the ropes; figure if I can get it, you can.”

“Figure you’re right,” You followed her behind the bar. You glanced at her faded roots that topped her yellowed bleach blond hair. Little different than the girl who’d gabbed loudly in the back of your Lit class. 

“Beer,” She pointed to the shelf of pint glasses, “Wine,” She continued to the stemmed ones, “Whiskey, scotch, liquors. Me and Bobby do most of the pouring so you worry about beer and serving.”

“Alright,” You followed along and she turned around. 

“Just as they’re labeled,” She pointed to the taps. “This is water, soda,” She touched the hoses along the counter. “Grab a cloth and a tray. Looks like we’re startin’ to get our usual crowd.”

“Thanks,” You said and she gave you a mocking smile.

“Oh, and there’s a little closet just inside the kitchen. Put your stuff in there.” She advised.

You did as she said and took your small notebook and pen from your bag. You grabbed a round tray and a cloth from the stack of folded linen. You tucked it in your pocket along with your notebook and went back to the barroom. Lucy glanced over at you as she rubbed her stomach and nodded to the group of men around a table by the far wall.

You smiled at her and strutted around the bar. You recognized the man with his back to you. Steve Rogers sat with four other men, their voices a buzz that permeated the bar. You held back your venom as you approached and stopped just by his shoulder as you greeted them with your simulated cheer.

“Can I get ya anything?” You asked.

“Beer, the us--” Steve began but as he looked to you his voice died. He smirked. “Hey, doll.”

“Hello,” You said to the table. “So, what’s the usual?”

“Just a bud,” He turned in his chair and slung his arm over the back. “Well, pardon me, I just… seeing you here is… funny.”

“Funny.” You repeated. “That it is.” You looked to the rest of his party. “And the rest of you?”

“Coors,” Danny raised two fingers in a half salute and the rest of the men chimed in as you tallied their order in your head.

“Right, I’ll be back.”

You spun and felt a light pat on your ass. “Thanks, doll,” Steve said and you ignored him, not even missing a step.

You went to the bar and leaned your tray on it. “A Bud, two Coors, and two whiskey neat.” You said. “Extra foam on the bud if you can.”

She scoffed and went about her work. “That Steve’s silly but he means no harm.” She said.

“Mhmm,” You pursed your lips. “No harm at all, eh?”

She handed you the drinks one at a time and you set them on the tray.

“Really, not so bad here, once you get to know them,” She sang. “And it’s good to be on their side.”

“I’m sure,” You balanced the tray and turned away.

You returned to the table and smiled as best you could. You began to unload your drinks; whiskeys, Coors, then the single Bud. As you leaned in to set Steve’s pint before him, you felt another brush along your ass, followed by a pinch. You paused and sneered at him.

“Sorry, doll, hand slipped,” He smirked.

“Yeah?” You looked at his beer and dumped it in his lap. “Oops, hand slipped.”

He stood and the beer dripped down his jeans as he looked down in shock. The bar was silent but for his cursing and you backed up as he pulled the wet hem of tee away from his stomach. “You little bitch.”

“Sorry, it’s my first day,” You grinned. “I’m still getting the hang of things.”

“Don’t be fucking smart,” He lunged at you and grabbed your arm. Your tray clattered to the floor as he yanked you close. “You work for us now, means you belong to club. You belong to all of us.”

He turned you and gripped the back of your neck as he forced you against the table. He squeezed until you bent over and gasped in pain. 

“Get off of me!” You tried to kick out at him blindly.

“Do you know what that means? Hmm? Belonging to the club,” He slapped your ass with his other hand. “Boys, you wanna have some fun tonight?”

“She doesn’t belong to the club,” A deep voice cut through the dull music rising from the jukebox. The air stilled and you breathed heavily against the wood. “Let her go, Steve. I’m sure it was an accident.”

“She poured beer on me.” Steve growled.

“And you pinched her ass. Must have scared her and caused her to spill on you,” Bucky’s boots sounded across the floorboards as he neared. “It was an accident, wasn’t it, honey?”

He came up on your other side. 

“Y-yeah,” You sputtered. “Yeah. Like you said.”

“See?” Bucky said. “So, let her go.”

Steve released you roughly and huffed. You stood and Bucky bent to pick up your tray. He held it out to you and you took it with a mumbled thanks. 

“Steve, go get dried off and she’ll get you fresh pint,” He clapped his friend on the shoulder. “Oh, and let this be a warning.” He squeezed and looked around at his men. “She’s not the club’s. She’s mine. Any man finds his hands wandering and they might just find them gone.” He said through his teeth. “Got it?”

The men agreed at once, a flurry of ascent. You backed away and quickly retreated to the bar before he could turn his attention on you. Lucy’s eyes were wide as she watched you.

“I didn’t know were his,” She gaped. “You’re a lucky girl.”

“I’m not,” You snarled as leaned on the bar. “Go on, need that Bud.”

💀

At the end of the night, you cleaned up the empties and wiped the tables. You counted your tips and yawned as you zipped up the coins in your purse. You hung your apron and helped Lucy with the bar. You grabbed your jacket and signed the time sheet. She said her goodbye and waited for Bobby to finished in the kitchen. 

You headed for the door but were stopped by your name. You turned slowly as Bucky stood at the other end of the bar. “Gotta talk to you.” He said.

“About?” You asked.

“My office.” He replied. “Just work stuff.”

You tried not to roll your eyes and shrugged. He turned and you followed him across the barroom. He led you into a room opposite the restrooms. He waited for you to enter and was sure to close the door behind you. You paused and glanced over your shoulder. His hand rested on the knob as he watched you.

“Go on, sit,” He gestured to the leather chair that faced a desk. “You been on your feet all night.”

“To be fair,” You stayed where you were. “I’d rather just home and go to bed.”

“I know this isn’t home but the bed part I can accommodate.” He snickered. His arm rubbed against yours as he passed you and sat on the other side of the desk. “We gotta go over a few things about this job.”

You sighed and dragged your feet to the chair. You sat and crossed your legs as you hugged your purse. You stared at him without emotion.

“You understand those men didn’t try anything further because of my say so,” He pointed to the door. “Now, I could’ve let them and what do you think would happen? Who would stop it?”

You gulped and stay silent.

“You know the cops, they don’t come here for nothing more than a drink,” He shook his head. “Maybe a bit of pool but they don’t come here to work, you understand?”

“Yes,” You uttered quietly. “I understand.”

“I didn’t have to do that. Didn’t have to claim you but you went and poured that beer all over Steve. Like you want him to do something.” He laughed. “Trust me, you don’t want that.”

You looked away and shifted in the chair.

“But I did it because I don’t want anyone else touching you. As the leader of this club, I share many things, I make sure my men have what they need, but you are mine,” He said the last three words deliberately. “I know you don’t get it, not yet, but you will.”

“You’re fucked,” You hissed. “This place, is fucked. Who are you? King Shit of… Birch? Birch?! This pile of trash.”

“I’m the king of your world,” His jaw ticked. “Now, I can be… a kind king and patient even as you… adjust but you don’t talk to me like this in front of anyone. I mean it because the moment that tongue lashes out I’m gonna have to lash back.”

You shuddered and looked down at your purse. “I just…” You slowly looked up. “You tellin’ me you can’t get a woman who wants to be here? The standards around this town aren’t that high.”

“I can get anyone I want,” He smirked. “And I think you’re just realizing that, honey.”

The breath went out of you. The tone of his voice, the heat in his eyes. You struggled not to look away. You bit down. His eyes drifted down and his lips parted hungrily.

“We’re just about finished here but one more thing,” His voice was dusky. “There’s a dress code. Jeans and short sleeves. A nice hint of what’s beneath… skirts at the thigh.” He ran his tongue across his lip. “Now, you can go… should go before I change my mind.”

You stood. Your nerves bounced around your chest wildly. You gripped your purse and nodded. 

“Got it.” You muttered.

“Right. See you tomorrow night,” He sat back and pushed his legs apart. He winked at you as you neared the door. “You have a good one.”

“You too,” You eked out before you slipped out. 

You closed the door behind you and stumbled numbly through the barroom. You couldn’t get home quick enough.

💀

When you got home, your mother was asleep. You were thankful for it. She would ask you how your night was. You didn’t wanna talk about it. Ever. Didn’t want to think about the dread of those to come. The fear that bubbled in your stomach. So unfamiliar to you. Growing up in a small town, there wasn’t much to be afraid of because every day was the same.

You turned the stove on and waited for the ravioli in the glass pan to heat up. You took it out and sat alone at the table. The light overhead shone a spotlight on you as Ash snored in the hallway. You ate without tasting. You opened the book you’d left on the table and opened it to your mark. 

‘I'm as pure as the driven slush.’

You laughed to yourself and swallowed. Lu was right, Tallulah was funny. Cynical. And ballsy. You admired her. You wondered for a moment how she would deal with this life. With this town. Well, she never belonged in a small town, she would’ve found her way out.

You cleared your plate and rinsed it. You set it in the rack and checked the doors. They were locked. An old habit; some would call it a compulsion. They said in small towns people don’t lock their doors. In this one, they always did.

When you were a girl, your father gone, the reason obscured from you, you imagined it was the monsters that hid in the night who took him from you. In a way, that was true.

You were tired but restless. You couldn’t help but hear Bucky’s words in your head. See his eyes staring back at you; menacing and dilated. A predator tracking its prey. That’s what you were; you both knew it. There was no way out.

Your mother said you took after your father. Had he died protecting her too? Or for his own selfishness? It didn’t matter, he’d left you both behind.

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content warning: a central point of this drabble is that there is a lot of blood, to the point that i think it’s gore. also please check the tags for squicks!

Thin, jagged gasps slip out of Lux - quiet, quiet. He needs to listen. Listen to the footsteps, the man walking around. Taking a break from using the knife, or giving Lux time to gather himself for the next round.

The footsteps sound like they’re headed toward the windows. There’s a soft scraping and sliding: the fabric-lined cover of a book getting pulled across the surface of a shelf. The man makes a short amused sound.

“Weird old books. You like to read?”

Twisting his raw wrists in the rope binding them above his head, Lux licks his lips, clears his throat. They’re Emory’s books, but Lux won’t dare mention his boyfriend, put his life at risk. “I, I try.”

“You try? What, can’t read?”

“No, I just…” The blindfold secured over his eyes makes him terribly anxious, but the cloth gag out of its place and resting loosely across his throat is easily worse. Any touch there, any pressure at all, and it’s like his lungs forget how to do their job. It doesn’t help that there’s a knife in his stomach. “Nnh. I, ‘s hard, for me, to s-stay focused. I don’t, I, do-on’t get through books ve-ery fast.”

“Hmm.” The book slides back into its place on the shelf and the footsteps start up again. Lux can’t tell which direction they’re headed in, just that they’re still behind the sofa. He hears a small metal-on-wood sound, a clinking of glass. “Cute picture. You and him really look happy.”

It’s the picture frame from the little table under the windows, the picture of Lux and Emory on the beach. Lux usually feels proud when he sees it, a rare time that he let himself show his scars outside, and even rarer for someone capturing it with a camera - but now he feels nauseous at the thought of it, of this man seeing him and Emory holding hands and commenting on it like Lux isn’t lying in a pool of his own blood across the room.

The picture frame is set down. Footsteps. Lux can’t see, can’t be sure of his hearing. A stray whimper escapes him here and there as he waits for something to happen.

Footsteps on the kitchen floor. The fridge opens with a funny suctioning sound and a whirring hum of electricity. Something clinks. Is he taking something out to drink? Yes, a soda is opened with a crisp snap.

“Such a good host,” Jokes the man, and then he sets down the can, walks over. Lux shudders against the floor and clenches his jaw. “Okay. Tip your head back, now. Better angle.”

A tremulous breath. Lux obeys, or thinks he does, letting his head fall back an inch. There’s movement, the man’s shoes meeting the floor, the sound of someone crouching nearby, Lux has heard that enough times - fingers are in his curls in an instant and his hair is grabbed onto, his head shoved back until his neck is bared.

A moment passes, a terribly tense moment. Is the man angry, watching for rebellion, for a surrender? Is he looking for something? Does he just like to move suddenly and grab so that Lux takes these breaths that squeak with pure terror?

The hand leaves his hair, but the man doesn’t move away. Head still tipped back between his arms, his elbows are straight above him in the air, arms at a loose angle with his wrists tied to the leg of the sofa.

He wasn’t tied the whole time. He was just pinned, and then the weight lifted off of him, and he struggled. He pushed and scrabbled and stumbled to his feet to run. His bloody hands slipped against the walls, his shaking legs wobbled under him - and he was tackled, pinned, beaten. As if the guy didn’t love the rush of letting him think he could escape.

“Time for more of the knife, now. You know what that means, right? Say yes, last thing you’ll get to say for a while.”

“Y-yes.” Fingers brush against his throat, and Lux yelps. His attacker laughs as he scoops up the gag and pulls it back up to slide between Lux’s teeth. He even grabs Lux’s hair to pull his head up and pat his cheek before shifting to reach for the knife embedded in the warlock.

A long, winding keen slips out of Lux along with the knife’s blade. A hand presses over the wound, pushing down on it, around it - not to staunch the bloodflow, but to dip into the blood that spills out. The warlock’s jaw is grabbed, and the smell of the fresh blood so close, his blood, makes him eke out a muffled whine and try to turn his head away.

“Hey, hey. Calm down. Just making it a little more colorful. It’s a real shame that that blindfold’s on, you know? This place is covered in blood, I’d love for you to see it. You’d probably faint. But I guess it’s better this way, huh? Long as the blindfold’s on, you might get to live!” At Lux’s frightened sound, the man hums “mmhmm” in patronizing agreement. “If you see my face, I can’t let you go, can I? That blindfold comes off and you know you’re about to take this knife right in the head. So it’s good that I put that thing on you in the first place.”

Lux nods, petrified and eager to show his understanding, his gratitude. He doesn’t want to die, it’s worth the terror of not seeing what’s coming to get to live.

“Yeah. Okay, more knife.” The tip of the blade taps against Lux’s chin as if to tease him for letting things veer off-topic, and then it’s in Lux again, buried right into him with a quick, harsh stab down into his belly. The muffled scream that comes is answered with the blade sliding back out, and back in, a few inches to the side.

“Bit loud there, Lux. Got you gagged for a reason.”

The warlock whimpers behind the gag, nodding again in a wordless apology. His body shifts restlessly as the knife is pulled out again and dragged across his skin in search of a good place to be pushed back in.

Time drags on like taffy being pulled, stretched, wound across metal arms to droop and fold. Lux’s head remains tipped back as he takes slow shuddering breaths through the pain. He passes out, he thinks - get dizzy and nauseous, and then jerks awake, the knife lodged in a different part of his body, the man on the other side of his limp body. The warlock chews idly on the gag, tongue heavy and unwieldy. He whines.

“What? Yeah, it hurts, obviously. Why you making sounds again?” Fingers tap against Lux’s cheek, then slip under the gag to pull it out. Lux licks his lips and closes his mouth. “What’cha whining about?”

“Mmh, th-, th-...” The warlock’s voice cracks. He wouldn’t need water so bad, he thinks, if he knew he could get some himself whenever he wants to. Knowing he can’t, though, makes the need so much sharper. “Thi-irsty.”

“Oh! Hey, perfect solution.”

The guy gets up and walks away. The knife is on the floor, Lux thinks, definitely not in him right now. Dried blood cracks across his bare stomach as he lets out a slow breath.

The man is back, propping up Lux’s head, tipping a can of soda against Lux’s lips. He drinks eagerly, brows furrowed at the thought of this man having drank from the same can. He doesn’t care about germs, really, it’s just upsetting that this is all so casual, as if they’re close friends and he knows Lux won’t be bothered by it.

“Gotta be flat by now. Been sitting out for a few hours. No use cracking open a fresh one if this one’s sitting around, though, right?” He lets Lux finish off the can. After a second, there’s a rush of air across Lux’s chest and a loud clattering in the kitchen. Lux flinches. The guy threw the can, and missed the trash bin by the sound of it.

There’s a sigh above him. “Guess I’ve had enough time with you.” Fingertips touch Lux’s arm, then his cheek, sliding up to the blindfold. “Thinking about taking this off.”

A chill sinks into Lux’s heart. If the blindfold comes off, he’ll be killed, he remembers. The gag is still out from being given something to drink, he can beg, beg for his life. “Nnh, no, don’t, d-don’t wanna die, please I, I won’t-” The blindfold slips up, pushed so Lux could see if he wanted to. The warlock keens in panic and squeezes his eyes shut. “D-, didn’t see you, I, ple-ease please put it back, don’t ki-ill me, ple-e-ease!”

The man laughs. “Well, you are doing your best, aren’t you? You really don’t want to die. You’re sure you didn’t see me? Not one little peek?”

“N-no I didn’t, m-my eyes were closed the, the, the whole time, please l-let me live, I’ll never - I-I…” Lux isn’t sure what the man wants. He hasn’t said anything about Lux being good. He hasn’t called him a warlock, hasn’t yelled at him for using magic. Maybe he’s just mocking Lux, watching him fumble with his begging before killing him. A whine escapes the bloody, terrified warlock. “I-I just want… Emory.”

“Emory?” A moment passes. “Oh! Your boyfriend? You want him?”

“Mmh, mmhmm. Want… wan’im to sa-ave me, h-help… help me clean up, and f-feel safe, and s-say, say I was brave.” Pitchy warbles take hold of his voice here and there to make it nearly crack into silence. “I, I, d-din’t I… take it well? Di’n’I k-, keep quiet?”

“It’s all those scars, I bet, the ones under all this blood. You’re used to it. And besides, you weren’t all that brave, you made some sounds when you were trying to escape.”

Shame burns across Lux’s cheeks. “I know. I, I… ple-ease, I just, want him to find me, he-elp me.” If begging for his own sake does no good, then he can at least beg for Emory. It would be so much worse for Emory to come home to a corpse than to Lux hurt, bleeding and crying as he so often is.

“...Find you,” Mutters the man, patting Lux’s chest. “Yeah, find you! Oh that’s fun.” The blindfold is pulled back down, and Lux can breathe again. The gag is pushed back between his teeth - frightening, since he can’t beg anymore, can’t argue for his own life - and the knife comes back to his skin. Lux shivers. He thought it would be over, one way or another.

“Need more blood. We’re gonna put on a real show for when your man gets back!”

~

As soon as he opens the door, Emory freezes. Something is wrong.

The lights are off. Yes, it’s daytime, but Lux likes to keep the lights on anyway, so shadows and dark corners don’t trick his mind into seeing movement when no one should be around.

The door was unlocked. Lux keeps it locked, always, so no one can come in without making a lot of noise, or having the key. Especially when he’s home alone, that’s important to him.

Emory steps inside, setting down his bags silently. The framed photos on the table in the entrance are at an odd angle. There’s something smudged on the glass of one of them, but Emory can’t make out what it is in the dark.

He has an ominous feeling that he shouldn’t make a sound, shouldn’t turn on the lights. If someone was here, there’s no knowing if they left.

Carefully, he steps further into the house. There’s another dark smudge, on the wall. As he walks along, he sees bigger smudges, all trailing to a handprint.

He’s near the end of the little entrance hallway now, and there’s more than enough light from the windows to see the color of the smudges. Deep ruddy brown. Dried blood.

Emory turns, stiff with fear, to see a knife on the floor.

There are sounds, he can hear them now, coming from the living room. Whimpers.

He wants to help Lux, he does. He knows those are Lux’s sounds. He knows this is Lux’s blood. It all feels like a nightmare. He just… can’t know what state Lux is in until he sees it. He could just be stabbed through the hand. He could be missing a limb. Emory can’t know. Maybe Lux is dying, maybe he’ll die in Emory’s arms. A small, irrational part of his mind wonders if he can just sit down on the floor, and breathe, and wait to wake up. This can’t be real.

Emory comes out from behind the corner to see it. Lux, lying on the floor, covered in blood. It’s pooled under him, and smeared around him, on the walls, on the rug, on the sofa. Rope is wound around Lux’s wrists to keep him where he is. He’s shirtless, and there are so many new cuts across his front that Emory wonders how long it must have taken to make all of them. His arms are cut into, too, and his sides. It’s so thorough that it had to be slow and deliberate, not a quick brutal attack with rapid-fire stabs and a bolting criminal. This was torture.

Little fluttery breaths make Lux’s ribs rise and fall, blood weeping from the cuts in the skin there. As Emory gets closer, silent with horror, he sees the pink skin of Lux’s scarred wrists, worn raw from struggling. He’s still twisting his arms weakly to pull at rope that won’t give. He’s even letting out little frustrated whines as it gets him nowhere. Sweat beads in the divot between his collarbones, and on his brow.

There’s a strip of cloth tied around his head to serve as a gag, and another one over his eyes. It’s not right, hurting someone in their own home, someone as vulnerable as Lux, and taking away their ability to see and speak. It’s amazing that Lux isn’t sobbing into that gag, that the blindfold isn’t soaked with tears.

Emory crouches next to his boyfriend, hands hovering. Lux quietens his breaths and tips his head to listen. Emory can’t speak, his throat’s clogged with grief.

With his most gentle, most careful touch, Emory tries to move the blindfold.

Lux’s whole body jerks with his flinch, a desperate cry cracking out of him as he tries to hide unders his arms. Wordless, panicked sounds are muffled by the gag. There’s a tremor in Emory hands, now, that echoes Lux’s full-body shaking.

“Hey, Curls, it’s just me. Just me, just Em, honey. I’ve got you.” His voice is hushed. He’s sure that there’s no one else in the house, but this still feels like a delicate, dangerous moment. Lux is so scared, must have been for… hours, probably? Days, maybe.

A smell, one that was vague at first but is stronger now, overwhelms Emory. He blinks, looks around, and finally down at Lux, at his jeans. There’s a slowly growing dark spot there. Emory scared him so bad that Lux wet himself.

The horror settles deeper in Emory at making this more difficult for Lux. How humiliating, how degrading it must be to be tied up on the floor of his own home and cut into, blindfolded and gagged. Emory’s not making it any better.

“I’m sorry, honey.” His voice cracks with guilt. Being upset over seeing all the blood isn’t an excuse for doing this wrong, for scaring Lux after whatever he just went through. There’s so much blood, there are so many cuts, the pain must be unbearable. Lux whines behind the gag. “I’m gonna take off the blindfold, okay? It’s just me, it’s safe-” He tries again, fingers dipping under the cloth, but Lux jerks his head to the other side with a pitchy sound. The warlock is breathing quick and shallow like he’s going to get stabbed for turning away.

“You don’t want it off? ...Okay, that’s okay. What about this?” He taps against the cloth stretched across Lux’s cheek. He gets a hesitant nod in response. “Okay, here goes. Just this one, I promise.” The gag is pulled so it can stretch enough to get out from between Lux’s teeth and be untied. Lux takes deep breaths, rolls his jaw with a wince.

“Em?” Asks Lux, small and unsure. “‘s you?” He shifts uncomfortably, shame settling across his features. Emory cups his cheek and leans down to press a kiss to his forehead.

“Yeah, honey. I’m sorry I scared you. I just… I got freaked out. I wasn’t thinking. There’s… a lot of blood.”

A shudder tears through Lux. “H-he said… I know. Ca-an you - please, my arms?” His wrists tug on the rope half-heartedly.

“Yeah, ‘course, I got you.” The rope is wound tightly around itself, stuck in tense knots. Emory pulls at it, digs in with his nails, but can’t get any give at all. The room seems to get physically colder as he remembers the knife lying on the floor nearby. “...Honey, I’ve gotta cut the rope.”

“C-cut the…?” Under all the blood stains, Lux pales. “With the…?”

It’s covered in blood, the blade and the handle both stained. Emory could go get a different knife, or scissors or something… but he doesn’t know if he can stand Lux fearing he’s been left for good when Emory stands and walks into another room. He doesn’t have to patience to do that whole thing. Lux deserves to be free, now.

He reaches for the knife. Freezes, kneeling at Lux’s side, looking down on the blood-stained, cut-up body of his boyfriend, the knife that did it weighty in his hand. If he was Lux, he’s doubt for a second, wonder if he actually did the cutting. But he’s not Lux.

The knife doesn’t do the job as fast as he’d hoped. Emory’s incredibly careful not to slip and nick Lux’s wrist, sawing through one of the rope’s knots. It takes a couple minutes of cutting, Lux’s breaths coming in short gasps, before the rope falls loose and can be pulled apart. As it slides along those raw wrists, Lux moans in pain.

“I’ve got you,” Emory murmurs again as he gingerly lowers Lux’s arms. “There. Better, honey?”

Lux gives a noncommittal groan.

“Do you think I can take off the blindfold now? Now you know it’s safe?”

“Nnh, d-don’t, I - he, h-he said if, if I see him, he’ll kill me, I - d-don’t wanna die.”

The frightened confession steals Emory’s breath. So Lux was attacked, was terrorized. No wonder he’s so scared, even now. “Right. But he’s not here, now. Just me. So it’s safe. He’s gone, you won’t see him.”

Emory slowly helps Lux to sit up, and is beyond relieved to find that there are no cuts across his back. He rubs circles there, eager to comfort in whatever small way he can.

“Mmmnh, but - he… I th-thought he was gone… thought he was, a wh-, while ago, and when - when I tried, to, to get untied, he…” With a whimper, Lux presses a hand to his stomach, over some of the stab wounds. “...Wh-, what if, he’s n-not gone? I, I can’t… I tried, to - to do wha-, whatever I had to, s-so you, you wouldn’t come home, to see… see, me, see me dead.”

Grief clogs up Emory’s throat once again. Lux tips his head to the side, breaths quieting again, listening for a response. He’s scared.

“Sorry, Curls. It’s okay. God, I’m sorry that happened to you. The blindfold can stay on if you want. Let’s just… get you cleaned up, and on the bed, okay? And I’ll… I clean up all the… everything, while you rest. So when you do feel okay to take it off, you don’t see… things.”

~

Pink bathwater drains languidly from the bath, bloody footprints wiped from the tile floor.

The rug, out in the living room, has been rolled up and shoved under the couch - Emory didn’t think it would be smart to toss a blood-drenched rug out on the curb.

The walls and floor are wiped down, but the stains won’t leave. Emory’s checked his bank account on his phone about ten times to make sure he has enough to spend on covering up the flooring and painting over the walls himself.

Lux lies in bed, passed out, pale. His whole chest is wrapped up in pristine white gauze, winding up from his waist, over his ribs, up over his shoulders and down his arms. He was able to relax once all the cuts were covered up, held secure. Blood seeps through the bandages in little spots.

He shook and apologized when Emory helped him get undressed and step into the bathtub. As if the blood was fine, the deep cuts and torn skin, but the fact that Lux wet himself would be enough to frustrate Emory. He just guided Lux to kneel in the water so it wouldn’t rise above his hips, and carefully wash between the cuts. It would be awful to get them infected - he doesn’t even want to imagine the fever that would come, the pain Lux would be in.

At least he’s asleep now. He went boneless, at one point, between getting his body bandaged and making it to the bed. Emory knew the pain was bad, but feeling Lux faint in his arms, it made his heart clench with guilt as if he piled up all the agony on Lux on purpose to knock him out.

So by sundown, the house is as clean as it’ll get. Lux is tended to, safe, set to heal.

Emory sits on the now-bare floor in the living room. The knife lies in his hands, still stained with Lux’s blood.

All he did was spend one weekend away. A convention: books, like-minded thinkers, seminars, vendors, lunches. Three days away from home. Lux had sworn he’d be fine. They texted, right when Emory got in the car to leave; Lux didn’t answer any of the following texts, not for Emory’s whole trip. He thought maybe Lux forgot to check his phone, or was trying to prove he would be fine alone.

Someone took advantage of that, of Emory being gone. Someone knew he’d be gone. Knew that they’d have three days to spend on tearing Lux open and spilling his blood all over their home.

He can’t help but wonder, as his grip tightens on the handle of the knife, whether this was torture for Lux, or a message for Emory.

[wolferals]

🎀babysitting🎀

arón piper imagine

(I got inspired by an episode on „Awkward“ for this one in case this seems familiar)

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„Thank you, have a nice night!“ you yelled out of the door and shut it to make some food for Ella.

Tonight you were babysitting your mom‘s friend‘s baby Ella and you were convinced everything would be fine.

She was a very quiet baby and easily satisfied, they had told you.

„Come on Ella.“ you spoke as you were carrying her back to the kitchen after just saying goodbye to her parents.

She was 10 months and was finally allowed to eat solid food so you decided to make her some spaghetti with tomato sauce and maybe some fruits for after before then putting her to bed at 8.

You sat her in her little chair with some toys as you walked around the table to start cooking.

She was right behind you so she could see that you were there, which calmed her down and she fully focused on her toys.

While cooking you talked to her a little. You know what you tell babies. „Mommy and daddy are eating now too, so Ella has to eat some spaghetti as well“ or you told her about your school problems even thought she probably didnt understand nor care at all.

You put the plastic plate in front of her and handed her a spoon so she could eat the previously cut spaghetti herself.

For yourself you had some spaghetti as well and a glass of soda since you had been super hungry too.

You had to help her a little because she messed up how babies do and it even made her giggle spilling sauce on her chin.

„Yeah you like having sauce all over your face? Come on let‘s clean you after dinner.“ you laughed and wiped some tomato sauce off her face with a napkin.

She made a whole mess so you decided to give her a quick bath and then put her to bed. Ella had been rubbing her big brown eyes quite often while dinner to show you how tired she was.

So you grabbed her and put her in the small bathtub her parents had bought for her. It only fit a bit of water anyways so you were safe.

It didnt take too long to bathe her and afterwards you dried her off and put her in her pajamas. She barely cooperated, almost fell asleep in the bathroom.

So you carefully took her in your arms and carried her to the bedroom to finally place her in her crib and turn on her heart shaped night light.

She was already asleep when you had let go of her to shut the blinds.

Her parents wouldnt be home before 1:30 or so, so you went back to the kitchen to clean up and then watch a movie in the living room.

But just as you turned on the tv, you heard Ella cry from her room.

„Oh baby whats wrong?“ you asked and sat her on your lap. „I just changed your diaper and you also ate, whats wrong?“

She obviously couldnt tell you.

Then you decided to take her to the living room to give her some milk to fall asleep again.

She just didnt stop crying.

At some point you got a little annoyed but still tried your best to calm her down.

You gave her milk, played with some toys and even sang for her but poor little Ella wouldnt stop crying.

For a second you thought about calling her parents but they were out for dinner, you didnt want to interrupt them.

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Almost an hour later she was still crying very loudly and you were about to explode, you were so frustrated.

You had no idea what was wrong with her and it hurt your heart seeing this cute little thing cry.

Suddenly someone knocked at the door.

You grabbed Ella and made your way to the hallway.

„Hello?“ you asked the stranger.

He was tall.

Handsome, smiling at the sight of you and the baby.

„What are you doing here?“

Arón just stepped inside without asking.

„I live next door and ive never heard Ella cry so hard, i figured something had to be wrong.“

You guys used to go to school together but kind of lost contact after he got a mayor role in a movie a couple years back. You didnt even know he still lived in Luarca.

„May I?“ He pointed towards the crying Ella. You handed her to him and he talked to her a little.

You on the other hand were super tired now, went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water to calm down.

Arón was sitting on the floor with her, playing with some toys in the meantime.

„So you‘re their new babysitter? They shouldnt pay you, you‘re clearly not doing a good job.“ He laughed.

You stuck your tongue at him playfully and then walked up the both of them to sit on the couch.

„I dont know whats wrong. She just woke up before and hasnt stopped crying since.“

She was still crying though.

Arón nodded understanding and then placed Ella on his lap.

„Maybe she has a bellyache?“

You hadnt thought about that.

He then stood up with Ella under one arm.

„Let me try something.“

Arón left the room with her, leaving you sitting there, helpless. You felt like a little kid again.

A minute or two he returned, still holding Ella. It didnt look like it worked since she was still screaming her lungs out.

„Hold her for a second please.“

You held onto her crying being while Arón simply took off his shirt.

Instinctively your mouth opened, staring at him.

He had quite nice abs, his tattoos were very much of your liking.

„Come on.“ He took Ella back in his arms and as if he had practiced magic, she stopped crying.

„Omg what?“ you asked and stared at him.

Arón proudly smiled while drawing circles on her back with his finger. „Babies love skin. It calms them down I guess.“

You started laughing in admiration for this guy.

„Wow. Thank you!“ you spoke and stood up to meet him eye to eye.

„No problem, I‘ll bring her to bed sí?“

You nodded.

And then this now extremely handsome, ripped, talented man left you in shock. A good kind of shock.

You had no words, he had saved you a little bit.

It didnt take long until he came back and grabbed his shirt to put it back on. Internally you prayed he wouldnt, but you obviously couldnt say that.

„Thank you Arón.“ you smiled and removed a section of hair out of your face.

He smiled back.

He had a fucking beautiful face. And an even more beautiful smile.

„If you dont mind, I‘ll stay in in case she needs a man again.“

You started laughing. He joined and you slightly bit your lip. He clearly saw that and grinned at you.

„I‘d love that. Thank you.“

So you guys ended up sitting on the couch, talking. Catching up on the past years and eventually getting closer.

He wasnt as bad as you had always thought. He was very sweet.

And charming.

„Would you want to continue this another time, at dinner maybe?“ He suddenly asked and looked you deep in the eyes.

You were startled for a second but immediately replied:“Yeah. That‘d be nice.“

Arón laughed, then slowly got up and walked around the couch.

„I think I still got your number actually. I‘ll call you alright?“

He spoke and walked up to the door.

„Yeah sure.“ you replied and smiled as he disappeared out the door.

Just as you thought he was gone, he suddenly came back and walked up to you again.

Before you could say anything, he had placed his hand on your right cheek and placed a soft kiss on your other cheek. (Gif above)

„See you soon, y/n.“

He smiled and then actually left.

This had probably been the best babysitting ever. If Ella hadnt screamed, you wouldn’t have realized what a nice guy he actually was.

So thanks to Ella for this, you would totally make her your bridesmaid when you guys get married.

[alittleoptimistic]

Object Impermanence

A short (horror?) story by me for no reason other than ive been listening to the magnus archives and thinking about how it’s nice to sit on the ground and exist.

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Summer of 2004, I’d just quit smoking. I remember because I was pissed off for no reason all the time, and I packed more gum than I packed food. My entire backpack smelled like awful, sweet, artificial grape flavoring.

My little sister is home and she’s been hiking with those rich friends of hers and she’s like, ‘lets go hiking on the weekend.’ I’m all, do I look like I go hiking? But whatever, she was just gonna leave by herself if I didn’t go, and what did I have going on anyway? We were going to leave Friday, hike up the mountain, stopping at various lookout points to camp until we reached the top, and then we’d come home by Monday morning.

It started off fine. My feet hurt by the end of the first day. I was wearing sneakers cause that was all I had, and I couldn’t even complain about it because Sara, that's my sister, said that would happen if I wore them, and I told her to buzz off. It was just the two of us, wandering up a mountain. It smelled clean and sharp. The air was cool, almost too cool for the lungs, and I didn’t say how much I was actually enjoying myself. Yeah, there were mosquitos, and the undergrowth left scratches on my ankles, and Sara laughed at me when I struggled. She had a nice laugh, tough, kind and genuine. But it was all worth it when we reached a peak.

One of the first lookout points sat above the valley. It was a flat, stone outcropping. We dangled our legs over the edge. We ate our sandwiches and sunned on the rock like lizards. It was the first time in a long time I’d truly felt… solid. I was so used to this screaming, crashing in my head. I had too many tabs open at once, and I barely looked at any of them. And now I was just a creature, laying against my backpack in the sun, feeling the clouds pass over. It was good that way. People would be a lot nicer if they just shut their mouths and lay on the ground more often.

I heard Sara get up, but I didn’t bother to open my eyes. I was sort of asleep, and the weight of my body had settled into my limbs. I might have melted into the rock and been content there. It wasn’t until a cold wind swept hair into my eyes that I finally squinted and sat up, groggy from my half-sleep.

Sara was gone, her pink ‘rucksack’ (that was what it was called, according to Sara) abandoned a few feet away from me. I had gravel pressed into the palms of my hands, and I brushed it off as I looked around for her. Something settled into my stomach, a deep ill-ease I couldn’t quite shake. Her boots lay next to the backpack, socks sticking out of the top like little white tongues. Thinking back, I wasn’t really worried. If she’d left her shoes, she couldn’t have gone far.

I looked for her, grumbling. The forest here was made up of tall pines, and not much undergrowth anymore, so I should have been able to see her with relative ease, but when I stepped back into the forest, I saw no one. My steps made no noise on the pine needles. The trees swayed.

I called out her name and heard nothing in reply. Actually, to be honest, I heard nothing at all. No wind, no twittering birds, no crunching leaves. Have you ever heard of those rooms that suck the sound out of them? I had a buddy in high school who used to make music, and he rented a soundproof room to record. I went with him one time, mostly because his sister was really cool, and I’d reasoned she might be there (she wasn’t). The point is, the forest felt like that room. My voice died as soon as it left my lips, right in front of me. In the quietest soundproof rooms, they say you start to hear your own heartbeat, the sound of your digestive system, your pumping blood. Spending too long inside a room like that can drive you mad. I kept thinking about that; about soundproof rooms, and about how I didn’t know what my own body sounded like, not really. How can you live in a body its entire life, and not know everything about it? Do bones make noise when they move? The firing of nerves, do they make a sound? I had no idea. But right then, I felt that if I stayed here long enough, I would find out.

I wanted a cigarette.

A twig snapped behind me. I whipped around. I wasn’t sure what had me so tightly strung. There wasn’t anything to be frightened of. Not really. It was Sara. Of course, it was Sara. She’d pulled her blonde hair into a ponytail, and she gave me an odd look, like I was being weird, and she asked if I was okay. I told her, yeah, I was fine, where did she go?

Sara shrugged and walked back to the lookout without answering the question. I guess that was the first sign that things weren’t alright, but I didn’t pick up on it at the time. I was distracted by the quiet and soundproof rooms and my own hammering heartbeat.

We kept on up the mountain as the day stretched. My backpack dug into my shoulders and neck as I followed behind Sara and her hot pink rucksack.

At some point, I looked at my watch, only to realize it was gone. I’d never owned a wristwatch. Except, I had. I got it for myself as a treat after I managed to keep my job as a waiter at Sonic for a month. I couldn’t skate for the life of me, but they kept me on. I tried once. Skating, I mean. The experience was so beyond embarrassing I refused point-blank to do it on the job again. Have you ever had orange soda spilled on your crotch before? I had to walk around for the rest of the shift with this massive sticky stain down the front of me like I was a two year old with a melted popsicle. Disgusting. The manager on duty thought it was hilarious. It was, I guess. You have to find humor in jobs like that or else you won’t get through the day. I’m getting off-topic again. I bought myself a wristwatch from Walmart after the first month of working there because I could.

And now I didn’t have the watch. I’d… well, I thought I possibly could have just left it behind. But now that I thought about it, I couldn’t picture the watch in my head. Had I bought the watch, or did I just think about buying the watch? Either way, I didn’t know what time it was. We’d been walking for hours at this point, long enough that I’d gone through two whole packs of gum. My stomach growled. I told Sara we should stop, citing the setting sun.

Not pausing, Sara told me it wasn’t much farther. That was it.

I pressed the issue. I complained about how hungry I was, how my feet hurt, how I needed to sit down.

“It’s not much farther,” she said again.

Up to this time, I didn’t think anything was wrong. I was just irritated she was being so stubborn. I told her if she didn’t stop I was going to sit down, and she could go up by herself. I’m not exactly an athletic guy, you see? I never have been. In middle school, kids called me Scrawny Shawny. They weren’t wrong. Mom used to resew my pants because the store never had pants with the right sized waist and length. They were always too short with a waist that fit fine, or long enough with too large of a waist. I wasn’t as skinny as I was at thirteen, but smoking hadn’t helped me gain any weight, and I sure wasn’t used to hiking for hours on end.

I told her I was stopping to sit and eat something. I wasn’t getting bossed around by my baby sister. Sara was already a good distance ahead of me, up a slight hill in the trail. She stopped at the top. From that incline, I noticed the first really weird thing. She was barefoot.

Had she not put her shoes back on? How long had she been walking without shoes? And how? The trail was filled with sharp, sand-stone gravel. The trail wound around tree roots, and boulders. I’d stubbed my toe already from inside my shoe.

I called out to her. Where were her shoes? Was she stupid? What was she thinking?

She looked down at her feet, as if noticing them for the first time.

Then, smoothly, she twisted her neck to look at me. Her face was blank. But that could have been that she was too far away for me to see clearly. I told her to stop messing around and come eat a snack.

“It’s not much farther,” she said.

I felt that twist in my stomach again, a tightness in my lungs that wasn’t from the exercise or the thinning air. Her tone was flat, dull, like… this might not make sense, but like soft wood hitting soft wood. That’s the only way I can think to describe it. I heard her clearly, but the sound wasn’t traveling? It hung in the air for a second before dropping into the dirt.

I had my backpack in my hands, and I realized I was clutching it, my nails digging into my palms. Sweat coated my back from the hike, but I was getting cold.

All at once, I wasn’t hungry anymore.

Also, I hadn’t brought any snacks. I hazily unzipped my backpack, eyes still on my sister, who stared at me but didn’t turn around. When I opened the backpack, the smell of grape candy wafted up to meet me. But there were no snacks inside. No trail mix. No cans of beans. No dried fruit. No energy bars. And you’ll remember I said before, I hadn’t packed much food, but I definitely packed some. Had I eaten it all already? It was only Saturday. Or was it Sunday? I couldn’t remember.

Had I never packed any at all? I asked Sara if she’d taken my snacks. She said, “We don’t need a snack yet. It’s only a little farther.”

I gave in then. I’m not sure why, really. Something in me knew she wasn’t going to let me rest. I walked until I was a few steps behind her. She twisted forward again. And then Sara kept going. Up the mountain.

The sun should have set eventually. But it didn’t. That’s the thing. It stayed half set, not quite gone, but clearly not totally in the sky, for… I don’t know how long. Because it was halfway like that, I couldn't tell if I was imagining it or not. I couldn’t tell if it was moving. The shadows stretched like taffy, and the light was golden. We walked through this striped forest of light up the mountain. My stubbed toe was bleeding. I could feel the stickiness and warmth in my sock. Sara’s feet were bloody too, but she didn’t seem to notice. If anything, she walked faster the longer we went. I didn’t dare say anything. Everytime I tried to make an excuse to stop, I’d suddenly realize that excuse did not exist.

I told her we needed to set up camp.

We did not have tents. We would sleep beneath the stars, when they finally came.

I was thirsty.

We did not have water bottles. We’d planned to drink from the streams.

I told her my shoes were breaking.

I wore hiking boots. Of course they weren’t breaking. My toe was still bleeding, however, and that was the only thing that kept me certain that I had been wearing sneakers before.

A particular strain of fear settled in my gut, a familiar feeling I had not laid claim on in a long time. I used to be terrified of losing things when I was a kid. I couldn’t stand the idea of leaving something behind. I forgot a stuffed animal at a playground once when we were on a road trip. It was a little green bear named Ugly. I left him inside the jungle gym of a grubby Mcdonald's play area somewhere in the middle of Utah. It put this gaping hole in me, a seemingly un-proportionate terror I couldn’t escape. I was five, and I could not keep everything safe with me forever. When I closed my eyes, there was absolutely nothing making sure the world would be there when I opened them again. Worse, perhaps nothing was there when I wasn’t looking at it. At a certain point, you grow out of fears like this because you learn, logically, that there is something holding the universe together. You are not so important that your gaze keeps the world spinning. So I hadn’t felt that fear in a long time.

Walking up that mountain, the fear came rushing back to me in waves. Everything was unravelling under my fingertips, twisting into something else. If I didn’t look at it, it could disappear any second. I didn’t have a backpack anymore. I never had. Sara’s pink rucksack bounced ahead of me, mocking me. It was a rucksack, so it couldn’t be smug, but it was. I felt its zippers and rings and straps all straining and stretching and grinning at me. It was huge, bulging at the seams, certainly bloated with all of the things I lost.

Barefoot, I stumbled over a tree root and tried to catch myself on a tree, but my hand sunk into the wood like soggy parchment. It was rotting away, hollow, not really a tree at all. I jerked back and hurried onward. I couldn’t stop. Something horrible would happen if I stopped. We kept going, and the trees loomed above, taller than they were before. They leered at me, bent in so I could hardly make out the fading light of the sky above. Stretched high into eternity, the mountain would never end. The trail became gradually steeper, slowly enough that I did not notice until we climbed hand over hand up the face of the rocks. Pine needles rained down on me from Sara’s movements above.

As we climbed, I asked one last time, how much farther we had to go.

The silence gripped me. It stole the breath from my lungs. This was what it was like to be in space, where sound waves could not travel. I was stuck breathing sawdust and mud and wood shavings. If you’d like to know, bones do make noise when they move. Mostly when the joints bend. There are soft crackles, popping bubbles, and a wet scrape like a fingernail against a mud covered stone.

Sara paused.

Her head twisted toward me. Her neck should not have been able to turn that far, but everything was just so slightly off that this final thing did not shock me as much as it might have in other circumstances. I stood frozen in mute horror, not daring to touch the trees for support, but barely able to keep my grip. I swiped sweat out of my eyes and tears too, I think. I’d started crying. How long had I been crying?

Sara smiled too wide. Her eyes were too large and they glistened a dull, sickly yellow. Her smile held too many perfect teeth packed inside and her fingers were too long. This thing, whatever this thing was, was not my sister. In fact, I had never had a little sister.

There was just me. I was just me, climbing a mountain into the sky, and I had never been anything, or done anything else. The grit under my fingers, the rough stone under my feet, the salty sweat I tasted on my lips, these were the only things I knew. I would not know them for long, because when I stopped thinking about them, they would no longer exist.

“I think it’s time for a snack,” the twisted thing said.

I wanted to weep in relief. Maybe I did. I couldn’t let go of my hold on the stones and the roots on the path or I would fall, so I did not move. The twisted thing started toward me. It’s limbs moved in a jagged way, like a video played in reverse, as it climbed back. I reached out a shaking hand, hoping for some assistance, some food, some water. Something.

But as the twisted creature reached its long fingered hand to me, its mouth wide and grinning, a jolt went through my skull like I’d been kicked. Before it could touch me, I pulled away. This creature would not give me anything. It could not. I knew what I had to do the moment that clarity passed through me.

I stared up into the eyes of a poor imitation of my sister, and I hoped Sara escaped somehow. I doubted it. After all, I didn’t have a sister.

The creature must have sensed my intentions because it snarled and leapt down to grab me. However, I was too quick. I had myself. I had my body and I had my bones. They existed still. Even if they had not, I existed. And I was not sure it could take that. What was a person anyhow, that they can be taken?

My fingers. Even now, I had fingers. They loosened their grip. That was all it took. I plunged downward through the whistling wind. And finally, the sun set. Or perhaps, I just could no longer see it. I fell and I continued to fall, solace flowing across my skin like a balm. There was nothing around me but darkness. The forest was no longer there. It had been, but my eyes were closed, and the illusion did not need to continue. My heart ached.

Then I realized, I could hear the whistling wind. I could feel the coolness of the night. There it was, the sickly sweet smell of grape flavoring. It flowed through the wind. I smiled with lips I still owned.

[bangcrizpychan]

Tainted Daisies | ii.It Stalks

Chapters: | prologue | i | ii | iii | iv | v | vi | vii | viii | ix | x | xi | epilogue |

Genre:  psychological thriller, angst, mystery, crime, rich kid!stray kids au, college!au, slow burn

Word count: 2.9k

Ratings: 16+

⚠WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol

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The Friday sun rose and filled the sky with shades of pink and orange, its bright light illuminating your small yet somewhat spacious bedroom. The singing of birds filled your ears as you awake from your slumber. Stretching your arms high and releasing a huge yawn, you scrambled out of your messy bed and headed towards the bathroom. 

You could see bags under your eyes and a line of dried drool on the corners of your mouth. you turned on the tap and splashed the water your face, the cold liquid waking up your nerves, making you alert to your surroundings.

After finishing up and wearing a pair of new clothes, you headed out of your room . You see the old man was still knocked out on the couch and released a sigh, he shouldn't have drank those many bottles if he couldn't handle it. You made a mental note to clean those up later, it had been four days since school started and you would've cleaned those by now if it wasn't too much of a hassle. Something bubbled inside you, it wasn't because you hated him, but he was a grown man and is fully capable of taking care of himself.

Your favorite music blasted through your headphones as you walked towards your school since your apartment was not too far from it. The streets were busier than usual, it was probably because everyone was getting ready for a Friday night or welcoming the weekend. You felt a chill run down your spine and you quickly whipped your head back, you see pedestrians shuffling around but none of them seemed suspicious until you saw a hooded figure across the street from you, your feet subconsciously hurried towards the university with the figure lingering in your mind.

"Y/n!" A voice startled you and made you snap back to reality.

You looked at the source and released a sigh of relief when you saw Seungmin.

"You startled me, you idiot!" You said, hitting his arm and letting out a chuckle.

"Well I've been calling out your name but you seemed a little occupied," he said, while scratching the back of his head.

You let out a small "oh," and muttered an apology as a rosy tint painted your cheeks. You looked around your surroundings and noticed that you were already at the university.

"I was probably so absorbed that my mind went autopilot," you thought. Seungmin slung his arm around your shoulders and the both of you went inside the school.

He was separated from you when you headed towards your respected classrooms. You entered the room and saw that there were only a few students, you went to your seat and pulled out your notebook. You were engaged on your doodling that you didn't notice Felix sitting next to you.

"Hey Y/n," he said, causing you to look up from your notebook and gave him a small smile.

You became acquainted with him after he bought you a drink from a soda machine on a Tuesday morning. The money that you brought with you was not enough at the time and him helping you changed your views toward him.

"Nice," Felix suddenly murmured and you gave him a puzzled look.

"It's the second time I've seen you smile at me, it looks nice on your face," he continued.

"Thank you, Felix," you said and went back to doodling.

"Stop what you are doing and let me be your center of attention because I do not like repeating myself," A woman's voice boomed which caused you and the other students to shift your attention towards a tall woman with a stoic expression at the door.

The sound of her heels echoed throughout the room as she walked towards the desk. The woman was wearing a red pencil skirt that reached below her knee paired with a white ruffle blouse. She had a pair of spectacles resting on the bridge of her nose and a thin lips completed her look. Silence engulfed the room as her aura sparked fear and confusion among you.

"Silence. Good." She said, as she rested  a hand on her hip.

"Professor Park is on leave so I will be her substitute for today, I am Professor Choi," she said, while scanning the room as if she was waiting for someone to make a mistake.

"take out your textbooks and open it to page 382," she added.

You and the rest of the class immediately took out your books and opened it to the said page.

"Caught Red-Handed: The Art of Analysis" it read, confusion was evident on your face as this lesson was not tackled yet.

"Yes Mr. Lee?" You looked at Felix and saw him slowly lowering his hand.

"Professor, we had not discussed this yet, we're still at the-"

"-Introduction," she interrupted and pushed her spectacles a little higher.

"I see Professor Park still likes to take her time, well I'm not her, therefore we will start at where I want to begin." she continued, you noticed Felix and the rest of your classmates fidgeting in their seats, completely uncomfortable.

"Some of your professors are more concerned about the theories and all that, but me, I prefer you learn through hands on." Professor Choi said while turning on the television and flashed a picture of two letters.

"Now tell me, what do you see?" she asked and looked around the room.

You noticed most of your classmates avoided her gaze, which earned a sigh of disappointment coming out her mouth.

"Mr. Lee, what do you see?" Felix tensed up as he slowly rose from his seat. You notice his eyes darting between Professor Choi and the television.

"I-I see letters," he stuttered, earning a laugh from the class.

"Thank you for that wonderful insight, I wouldn't have known," Professor Choi retorted, rolling her eyes in the process.

You gave his hand a squeeze after he turned red from embarrassment. Professor Choi grabbed a pile of paper from her desk and distributed them by rows. When you received yours, it showed the pictures the same as the one in the television.

You noticed that the longer you stared at it, the more you see its features; the name of the sender, a stamp, smudged ink, and a horrible handwriting.

"Now, what do you see?" Professor Choi asked, you slowly raised your hand and she nodded at your direction. You stood up and looked at the paper.

"Um.. Based on the smudged ink, the letter could have been spilled by something liquid, there's some sort of stain at the top, and..." you stopped talking and stared at the two letters.

"and?" Professor Choi asked, while you continued to look at the picture.

"These are two different letters," you finally said after a minute of silence.

You looked at Professor Choi and saw the corner of her mouth twitch into a smile.

"the first one is different from the other letter, the handwriting looks the same but now that I look at it, the letter "q" is not written identically at all. It's putting an impression that the same person wrote this but it's two different people." You said, feeling quite amazed how you could spot it.

"Very good, you may sit down," Professor said and you obliged, she held up a transparent seal bag with the two letters inside it.

"This is where the fun begins, if you just glance at it, the letters look like any normal letters, but that's the art of analysis. Every little thing matters," she said, and instructed the first row to pass the bag around.

"As someone who studies forensics, a glimpse is not enough to make a deduction, you need to go deeper into the details and look where some people won't even glance at. Here," she continued, getting a laser pointer and pointed at the stain on the top right corner of the letter.

"Did anyone see this? This is saliva that was used to seal the envelope," she said as the bag finally reached you. You took a better look at it and you saw details that you didn't see on its printed form.

"This letter once belonged to a man named Charles Smith, he was a foreigner who committed suicide at his hotel, but it turned out to be a murder case. You see, the murderer did an amazing job, the note was identical to Mr. Smith's handwriting, it was almost perfect." Professor Choi said as you passed the bag to Felix.

"I never noticed these things, you did a great job earlier," Felix said, passing the note to the next row and you gave him a small smile.

"Oh shush, I'm sure you'll do better than me," you said, hitting his arm playfully.

"-but the murderer made a huge mistake, he used his own saliva to close the envelope, which gave the forensics team the upper hand, his DNA was recovered through it and he was captured in no time." Professor Choi finished and flashed the picture of the killer.

His deranged look caused your breath hitch in your throat, you remembered the hooded figure from earlier. Everything around went still and you couldn't hear anything but the sound of your ragged breath, million thoughts ran through your head about the identity of that hooded figure.

"-so yeah, I was wondering if you'd come," you shook your head and looked at Felix. He was smiling at you, you scanned the room and noticed that the two of you were the only ones left.

Felix noticed your look of confusion and chuckled at you.

"Class ended a while ago, are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, I-I'm fine. What did you say?" you said, stuffing your things inside your bag.

"I'm having a party later at my place, I want you to come." he said, standing up with you and headed towards the door.

"Sure, I'd love to come, it would be fun," you said, turning your back from him but he held your arm.

"You can bring your friends too, they know where I live," he said and you nodded. He let go of your arm and you headed towards the cafeteria where you mostly meet with Seungmin and Jeongin.

The cafeteria was crowded but you managed to spot your friends and happily joined them on the table. You took out a sandwich and ate while they shared a bowl of kimchi.

"Hey look at this," Jeongin suddenly said and you looked at his phone.

"-a student whose identity we hid claimed to have seen the perpetrator the night Ms. Kim Yunhae went missing. This opened a possibility that there is a kidnapper roaming around our lovely city." The reporter said.

"Ishmanakaway," Seungmin said with mouth full of kimchi.

"What?" you said, Seungmin gulped and drank from his bottle water, his pale hand wiping the red sauce off the corners of his mouth.

"It's Tanaka Rei, my classmate from Japan," Seungmin said, stuffing his mouth again with a spoonful of kimchi.

"How do you know?" You asked.

"I came with her when she reported it to the police," Seungmin said, grabbing my half eaten sandwich and taking a bite off it.

"Do you think she's telling the truth?" you pressed, curious about this person.

"Why don't we ask her? She always goes to the extension building in her free time," Seungmin suggested but you shook your head.

"It's okay," you said, finishing your sandwich.

The three of you headed out the cafeteria and walked silently side by side.

"Hey, do you guys want to go to Felix's party tonight?" you asked, breaking the silence.

"We're not invited," Jeongin muttered.

"Oh, Felix said I can come with my friends, and you guys are my friends. Would you like to come with me?" you said, standing in front of them to stop them.

"That's very nice of you, Y/n but-"

"Oh come on Jeongin, you guys are my only close friends and it'll be awkward if I came alone." You said and gave them your best puppy dog eyes.

They looked at each other and sighed.

"Fine, we'll go. For you." Seungmin said and you wrapped your arms around them, laughing and saying 'thank you' over and over.

Time flew by and the next thing you knew, the three of you were already at Felix's house, but 'house' would be an understatement. Your jaw dropped at the sight of his mansion though the gate, it was only a two-storey house but it was wide, expensive cars were parked outside as you walked towards the front door.

Light strobes and loud music emitted the place and you rang the door bell but it took time for the door to open. It swung open and it revealed Hyunjin with a hand holding a bottle of wine and cheeks pink from his drunkenness.

"Oh hey new girl! Come in!" he slurred, even at his state, you couldn't deny that he still looked handsome.

The three of you entered and the place was packed. People snogging left and right, the dancing, the crowd almost made you feel dizzy. You noticed that Seungmin and Jeongin were a little uncomfortable but also a little intrigued to join the others.

"You guys should dance and hang out with them, I'm gonna look for Felix," you said and the three of you split up.

The reek of alcohol made you sick and you avoided touching people's sweaty bodies. You absentmindedly entered a room but felt relief wash over you because you managed to escape the hoard.

"You shouldn't be in here," a voice spoke behind you and you slowly turned your head. There stood Bang Chan, the man you felt drawn to.

Your face glowed red when you saw his unblinking gaze, his orbs that was filled with void and mystery, yet it was almost inviting. You turned to your left and noticed that you were inside the office of Felix's father. Their family portrait hung on top of the shelves with smiling faces.

"Neither should you," you said, finally gathering the courage to look at him.

"I don't like crowds that much, I went in here to breathe a little," he said, putting his hands in his pockets and walking around the room.

"My name is-"

"Y/n, I know,"

"Oh, Felix must've told you,"

"Once."

And there it was, total silence. You puffed your cheeks, feeling quite jittery.

"I should probably go-"

"Do you like champagne-"

You both spoke at the same time making you laugh, Chan released a chuckle and it made your heart skip a beat. It was beautiful.

"It's okay if you want to go," he said, you giggled and shook your head.

"I'd like to try a glass of champagne," you said and you noticed a quick flicker of spark in his eyes.

He slipped outside for a bit and was back in a second with two glasses and a bottle of French sparkling wine. He poured you a glass before pouring himself one.

"Cheers?" he raised his glass and you obliged, the sound of glass clinking echoed the room.

The conversation that exchanged between the both of you made you learn things about him, not a lot, but enough to know he was a good person even though his cold and dark eyes still makes your stomach do a flip. You felt a buzz in your pocket and you fished out your phone from it.

"Wer r u?" it read, the text was from Seungmin. You looked at the time and you cursed when you found out you were in that room for almost two hours.

"It was fun talking with you Chan, but I really need to go," you fixed your clothes and put the glass down on the nearest table.

"You too, see you at school," he said and gave you a small smile. You waved goodbye to him went out, his figure disappearing as you finally closed the door.

"Where have you been?" you jumped at the sound and look at the source, Jeongin had messy hair and a bottle of beer in his hand.

"Are you drunk?" you asked.

"No, just a little tipsy. Come on, Seungmin is waiting for us outside." he practically dragged you through the crowd until he came into a halt.

You could hear the crickets outside of the house, the music was not as loud and it felt a little peaceful. You see Seungmin and Felix talking as Jeongin dragged you behind him.

"There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you!" Seungmin said and rushed to hug you.

"Hi Felix," you said as soon as Seungmin had let you go.

"Did you have fun? I didn't see you inside," Felix asked.

"Yeah, I had a lot of fun. Thank you for inviting us Felix." you said and gave him a kiss on the cheek. A red tint replaced your kiss as he began to stutter.

"M-my c-chauffeur will t-take you g-guys home,"

"Thank you." The three of you said in unison just as a black car stopped on your side.

You were the last one to reach home because you had to help carry the boys since they fell asleep in the car. You thanked the driver and tiptoed towards the stairs of your apartment. The landlady will be pissed off if she found out you stayed past curfew.

Before you could reach the first step, a hand covered your mouth and dragged you, you thrashed around, fighting back the tears that were threatening to fall from your eyes. A sharp pain was jabbed on the side of your neck and you felt being thrown at the backseat of a car. You tried to stand up but your body felt putty, a cold and icy feeling rushed through your veins and to your brain, causing your visions to fade into black.

[dyde21]

Diners

It’s been a while since I wrote! I got inspired when I heard the song Heathens to write something more along the lines of punk!Annabeth again and this turned out cute. Maaaaayyyyyyy add more to it at some point if there’s interest. I have a few more ideas.

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Shoving Piper to the side playfully, Annabeth laughed as they leaned against her car. They were currently parked outside the local diner, waiting for their friends to show up. She took another drag from her cigarette, turning her head to blow the smoke as Piper rolled her eyes. 

“You still on that?”

Annabeth shrugged. “It’s good stress relief.” She offered, before glancing at her sideways. “Besides, addiction is a bitch.”

Piper nodded. “True, but there are resources.”

Annabeth nodded. “Yeah yeah, sometime.”

Piper glared at her, but decided not to push her. She was in a relatively good mood, and she wasn’t looking to fight with her best friend tonight. “When will the boys be here?”

Reyna popped her head out from the window of the car. “About five, they’re almost here.” She offered, before leaning back into the car and turning up the music again.

Annabeth watched the smoke drift into the air as she bobbed her head to the loud music blaring from the car. Honestly the bass kinda sucked in her car, but leaning against it she could feel the vibrations through her whole body with the beats of the song and it helped distract her. 

Finals for their term of college had been stressful, so they had decided to blow off steam tonight. Get a dinner, then party at Piper’s house and drink until she woke up the next day. One of her better plans if you asked her.

Hazel climbed out of the car on the other side, pulling her jacket around her. “Can we go in? It’s getting cold.” She asked, giving a pointed glare to Annabeth’s cigarette. 

Rolling her eyes, Annabeth dropped the cigarette and stamped it out. She knew her friends hated the habit more than she did, Hazel especially. It wasn’t like she liked smoking, but she had tried it in highschool, trying to be cooler and the habit stuck with her unfortunately. It wasn’t like she was unaware of what that stuff did to you.

Hazel flashed her a grateful smile, before leaning next to her against the car and nudging her side. She was the youngest of their group, and subsequently the one that got in the least trouble. But she was friends with Reyna and Annabeth had grown fond of the girl. Even if only to protect her. No one messed with their group, she made sure of that. 

Before long, another car pulled up as she recognized the old beat up Ford Jason parked next to them, hopping out of the car and moving over to Piper, wrapping a hand around her waist as they kissed.

Annabeth scoffed and pushed off the car. “Save that till we go home after the party.” She said, rolling her eyes and starting to lead the group over to the diner. Leo and Frank joined them as they walked. 

“No Nico?” Annabeth asked, as Piper pulled open the door for her. 

“Date with Will.” Jason offered.

Annabeth nodded, not surprised. 

As they approached the till, she had to admit she was a bit amused by the momentarily worried expression that crept across the boy’s face. 

“7?” She answered the question he hadn’t asked yet.

He nodded, grabbing a stack of menus and looking across the place for a second. 

“Right this way.” He said as he lead the group through the mostly empty diner towards one of the back corners. There was a large booth with enough space for all of them.

Annabeth slid in at the end, resting her chin on her palm as she watched him. 

They had been to the diner occasionally before, so she recognized him. She didn’t know his name or anything about him, but he worked here pretty often. Piper had said that he was the son of the lady that owned it. He was honestly kind of cute, in the nerdy, put together way that made her want to know what he’d be like if he let loose for once. From Annabeth’s experience, the more put together someone was, the more they were holding back. 

He glanced up at her, meeting her eyes for a moment. He offered her a brief smile before looking away, a slight rose tint to his cheeks that made her snicker.

Piper apparently heard her laughing and nudged her side. “Don’t tease the waiter. He’s nice.” She warned as Annabeth rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t doing anything.”

Piper gave her an unimpressed look. 

“Yet.” Annabeth finished a bit reluctantly. 

“Yet.” Piper repeated. “I like this place, the owner is nice and the waiter is too. I don’t want to get banned from here too.”

Annabeth nudged her back. “That wasn’t my fault. Those girls picked a fight with me. I finished it.” “Yeah, you also ended my chances at getting Pizza from there again. Now I need to send Jason whenever I want it.”

Annabeth winced slightly before looking away. Maybe losing her cool like she had that day hadn’t been her smartest plan. Working on that was on her list too. Right next to stopping smoking and screwing up every relationship she had with a person.

Piper rubbed her back reassuringly. “It’s all good. Let’s just eat, I’m starving and I don’t want to start drinking on an empty stomach.”

Annabeth nodded as they finished piling into the booth.

“My name is Percy, and I’ll be your waiter today. Can I get you started with some drinks?”

They all ordered their drinks as he jotted them down. He wouldn’t make eye contact with her when she said hers, and her amusement shifted to concern slightly. Was she really that intimidating?

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she tried to listen back into the conversation. They were going over how their finals went and Annabeth smirked as she saw Frank and Hazel giving each other eyes. They were a little less public with their affection than Jason and Piper were, but they were hopelessly in love, it was honestly pretty cute. 

Eventually Percy came back with a tray of drinks, setting them down and impressively getting them all right. He even managed a small smile to her when he gave her her drink, and Annabeth did her best to return it. He seemed nice, so she figured she could play nicely. 

“Did you figure out what you want to eat yet, or would you like some more time?”

They all glanced around at each other for a moment before they nodded. “We’re good.” They ordered their food. He dutifully took notes for each one, promising to be back quickly as they went back to their conversation. 

Not long after Annabeth looked away from her conversation with Jason when Piper nudged her side. Following her subtle pointing, she saw a pair of of familiar guys enter the diner and Annabeth let out a groan, feeling her appetite fading already. 

“Really? Octavian has to show up here?” 

She muttered under her breath, glancing over at Reyna to see her already flipping him off with his back turned. 

Octavian was a rich kid that thought he was better than everyone just because his parents were wealthy. Reyna and himself had apparently had quite a bit of trouble in highschool because of her humble upbringing and attitude that was as bad as her own. 

They were seated in a booth not to far from them, and another two guys joined them a minute later. Those guys Annabeth recognized better, they were assholes. No other word for it, problem children like she was, but they didn’t actually give a shit about others. 

She just hope-

Sure enough a moment later Percy was at their table, taking their orders. Judging by their obnoxious laughing and the way she saw his shoulders slump, they weren’t exactly being great customers either. Still, to her amazement he kept his cool and eventually seemed to get the info he needed and had hurried away from them. Annabeth knew she would have lost her cool by then. 

Her eyes followed his form to the little cubby where waiters went to fill drinks and she saw him leaning his head against the soda machine as she saw his shoulders rise and fall with deep breaths. He seemed either miserable or pissed, or perhaps both, and she couldn’t blame him. 

He headed back over to their table, plastering on a warm smile as he approached. “The food will be here shortly, is there anything you need?” He asked, glancing at each of them. 

They shook their heads, and Piper flashed him one of her award winning smiles. “No, thank you thought Percy. We appreciate it.” 

Annabeth saw his smile seem to grow a little more genuine as he perked up a bit at being treated like an actual human. 

“Well let me know if you need anything, and I’ll go check on your food.” He promised, turning around. As he started to walk away, one of the guys from Octavian’s table was leaving the restroom. Percy tried to wait, but the man threw out an elbow as he passed, knocking him backwards a little. 

Percy stumbled back towards the table, reaching out. 

Annabeth’s eyes widened as she held up a hand ready to help catch him. He managed to catch himself on the table, but his elbow knocked over her coke, spilling it all over the corner of the table. 

“Shit!” She said, jumping up to avoid the coke spilling all over her as Piper quickly tipped the cup back up.

“Fuck! Damnit!” Percy said, quickly pulling out a small rag from his apron and starting to mop at the mess.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” He said, desperately trying to clean up the mess. 

“It’s fine. It’s not your fault.” Annabeth said, grabbing the napkins Piper held out to her as she dried off the bench as the group worked to make sure everything was out of the way so it could be cleaned up. 

There was a chorus of laughter from Octavian’s table and Annabeth was about to go over there until Piper caught her wrist. Glancing back at her friend, she saw her give her warning look, before glancing over to Percy who looked like he just wanted to die as he tried to fix the mess. Sighing, Annabeth relaxed her fist and Piper let go of her arm. 

“I’ll be right back, I’m grabbing some spray so it doesn’t get sticky.” He said, practically running back to the cubby and returning a moment later with a clean cloth and a small bottle of cleaner. Another minute later and everything was cleaned up, and the table was being settled back to it’s old place. “I’ll get you another coke, one second.” He said, unable to meet her eyes as he scampered away.

For a second, she swore she heard him mumble something about losing another tip.

Annabeth watched him pour her drink from the machine, once against resting his head against the machine. She genuinely felt bad for him, customer service was hard enough without some assholes making your life miserable for shits and giggles. 

Percy returned a moment later, giving her another coke, making a few more apologies before leaving again. He still had a bright smile, but his eyes were dead. 

“Poor guy.” Piper muttered. 

“Percy can never catch a break.” Jason offered, making Annabeth glance over. “You know him?”

Jason shrugged. “Not well. He’s in my math class. I know he’s on the swim team, works here practically anytime he’s not in class, and is worse than me at math. That’s about it.”

Annabeth took another sip of her drink, glancing down at the table lost in thought. 

A minute later though Percy returned with a tray and someone else, holding a second one. 

They set down all the trays, again surprisingly in the right spot. 

“Sorry for the wait.” He offered, his voice tired and a bit shaky that sent another wave of anger and sympathy through Annabeth. This poor guy really didn’t need to deal with this shit. 

“No worries.” She offered, helping set some plates down so everyone was ready. 

As he set her plate down, he was pulling his hand away. She reached out quickly, grabbing his wrist. She felt him tense up, and even Piper seemed to tense at her side.

“Thanks for the food. You’re doing fine.” She said, trying to make her voice gentle, which was a bit differently from her usual efforts to sound intimidating and serious.

He was on guard for a minute, before her words seemed to sink in and he relaxed. He smiled at her, nodding. “Thank you.”

He seemed to stand up a bit straighter, the over server clasped him on the back as they made their way back. “I think he needs a night of drinking more than we do.” Annabeth offered, earning a few laughs from the table as they all started to dig into their food. 

When Percy showed up with food for Octavian’s table, Annabeth had been watching them like a hawk, looking for a reason to go beat the hell out of them but they seemed happy enough about the food that they didn't cause much of a fuss and he was able to scutter away fast enough. 

They continued to eat, as they planned what they would do this weekend. Piper was trying to convince her to go shopping with her for some new clothes, when Annabeth saw two plates being slid onto the table. Annabeth leaned back instinctively, looking confused. She glanced around at her friends. “I don’t think we ordered…”

Percy just stood up again now that the deserts were down. “It’s my way of apologizing for spilling your drink. No charge, it’s on the house.” He offered with a smile. Annabeth figured he was also glad they didn’t throw a fit with the accident, their troublemaker appearances probably only added to his relief. 

Annabeth glanced at the large cookie with a healthy dollop of ice cream on it that was still radiating heat, and the small chocolate cake. They both looked mouth-watering. 

“Are you sure?” She asked, not wanting him to get in trouble.

He just waved her off. “My mom would be more upset if I didn’t make it up to you guys, especially after being… understanding customers.” He offered. 

“I mean I’m not going to say no…” Piper offered as she was already scooping a generous portion of the cookie onto one of the plates he set down.

“You’re taking too much!” Reyna scolded as she started reaching in with her fork.

Percy just offered her a small wave as he headed off to let them enjoy them.

Annabeth watched his retreating form for a moment, interested in him. He was a mystery to her. He had a kind, playful smile, but he also seemed like he was always on edge. Like he could get in trouble at any time. Annabeth knew troubled people well, and she had a feeling his story wasn’t as clean as many people would imagine it to be.

Thoughts of his past were lost though as Piper fed her a bit of the cookie, wiping her mind of any thoughts aside from making sure she got a lion's share of the desert. 

As if to make their night better, a few minutes later Octavian and his group of pals seemed to stand and leave. 

Annabeth winced as she saw there was no tip on table. Serious, that rich bastard couldn’t afford to tip a waiter he messed with the entire night? What a cheap asshole. 

Percy made his way over to the table, setting down the basket to collect the plates. His shoulders slumped when he discovered the lack of tip and Annabeth could tell he wasn’t exactly surprised either. But then he started to look through the bill more, looking under it, and checking the floor and benches. Annabeth was confused for only a minute before it clicked.

They didn’t pay.

“Son of a b-” Percy ripped off his apron and dashed out of the restaurant, ignoring the protests of the other waiter who tried to call out to him. 

“What…?”

“They didn’t pay.” Annabeth growled out. 

Piper’s eyes widened as she looked to the table then out the door. “He’s not going to do anything stupid right?”

Playing with the straw in her drink for a moment she thought. “I don’t know…” It wasn’t really her business to get involved in though. She figured they’d be gone and he would come back in a moment, but a few more minutes passed and there was still no sign of Percy. Annabeth was starting to feel antsy as he leg bounced in place. Did something happen?

Then Percy wandered back in. His head was downcast and he just walked towards the back of the restaurant, with what looked like a slight limp. 

Annabeth felt her temper flare up as she stood up suddenly snapping to get Piper’s attention.

“Come on real quick.”

Piper nodded, standing up as they made their way to the back after Percy, the table going quiet. 

As they were about to turn the corner they heard the sound of something hitting the wall hard. 

“Fucking shit! Those pieces of shit assholes. Can’t they just fuck off?” 

As they turned the corner they saw Percy leaning forward against the wall. A small trash can was laying on it’s side as he stood there. “They didn’t pay?” Annabeth guessed, making him whip around, his eyes widening. 

“Oh! Uh… sorry. I’ll get out of your way.” He muttered as he picked up the trash bin, and started to walk past her.

But she reached her arm out against the wall, blocking his path. “They didn’t pay right? Judging by the blood you tried to fight them too.”

“They skipped on the bill. I just tried to get the money.” He muttered, still looking off to the side. “I got two of them.” He offered.

Annabeth reached up and lifted his chin to get a better look. His lip was bleeding, along with the side of his hair. 

“Piper, text Jason and guard the door.” She said as she grabbed Percy’s wrist and dragged him into the bathroom, locking the door. 

He looked at her surprised. “What?”

Annabeth moved over to the counter and grabbed some paper towels and started wetting them, before moving back to him, brushing his hair out of the way so she could see the cuts a little better. “I’m sure you guys have a first aid kit somewhere but you had to clean it properly.” 

He winced slightly at the contact to the wound but stayed quiet. 

“I can take care of myself.” He snapped, earning a smirk from her. 

“And two of them, apparently.”

“I wasn’t trying to fight them! I just told them they needed to pay up and that skinny asshole wouldn’t shut up, and his face was just so punchable and I snapped. Before I knew it, the other two guys were on me. Someone started to come over so they took off.” He explained. 

“That’s being taken care of. They’re probably still around gloating right now.”

Percy raised an eyebrow as Annabeth turned his face to the side, looking for any other cuts. 

“What do you mean?”

“Just that Jason would kick their ass for less and Frank doesn’t like bullies.” 

Percy’s eyes widened. “I’m not looking for trouble. I just wanted their tab paid so my mom didn’t have to cover the cost.”

Annabeth tossed the slightly bloody napkin away as she washed her hands. “You sound like a good son. She’s lucky.”

“First I’ve heard that.” He countered a little darkly, making Annabeth paused. Troubled kid for sure.

A knock on the door interrupted what she was about to say next. They stepped out a moment later as Piper handed Percy a few bills. His eyes widened. “You guys don’t need to…”

“We didn’t.” Piper countered, grinning, gesturing back towards Jason and Frank who were sliding back into the booth, laughing. 

“They just forgot to pay so we reminded them.”

Percy looked at the money, then the two girls before a crooked smile crept on his face. “Thanks.” 

Annabeth patted him on the shoulder as she went back to her table as Piper checked him over one last time, making sure he was good before she joined her back there. 

Hazel was fretting over Frank who had a slight bruise but Jason reassured them it was easy. Apparently Percy sold himself a bit short, he had done a number on them. 

When their food was done, they made sure to clean up their plates a bit, and they all chipped in to leave a generous tip for him. On their way out Annabeth stopped Percy. 

“When does your shift end?” Percy looked at her for a moment. 

“11, why?”

Annabeth just winked at him. “No reason. You driving?”

He gave her a weary look, but she figured she had earned his trust by then. “Nah, mom has the car. I’m walking. Why?”

“No reason.” Annabeth repeated, before waving and walking out leaving him surely confused.

As they left the diner, they watched him through the window for a moment. He started to clean up their table, and saw the tip. He looked around, as if something was wrong. Then she saw his hand cover his mouth for a moment before he bowed his head, probably a bit emotional. She had a feeling that tip meant more to him than just money. 

Satisfied that she actually did good for once, she finished piling in the car with the rest of them. 

“I’m not drinking tonight.” She informed Piper as they all headed over to the apartment to party. 

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As the clock ticked to 11:05 Annabeth let out a yawn. Being up later was a lot less fun sober. Sure enough though Percy wandered out a few moments later, a jacket wrapped around him as he started towards the car. Her fears were confirmed as she saw a few guys get out a car at the same time. 

“Percy!” She called out, making the guys pause. Annabeth walked over, standing tall and confident. “Let’s go.” She said, gesturing to her car.

Percy walked over to her, confused. “I appreciate the tip. More than you know. But…”

Annabeth nudged her head towards the guys that were standing near their car still. 

“Some guys don’t know when to quit. Let me give you a ride.”

Percy seemed to get the hint and nodded. “Cool.”

Annabeth grinned and got back in the car. 

He looked over at her, looking her up and down once. “You’re… sober right? I heard you guys talking earlier…”

Annabeth laughed. “Stone cold. Didn’t have a drink. I may like trouble but I’m not stupid. I won’t drive if I’ve had a drink.” 

Percy seemed to read her for a moment before nodding. “Cool. Didn’t mean to judge or anything just…”

Annabeth shook her head. “Nah, you’re smart. I get it.”PunkA

Percy told her where his apartment was as they headed over. The trip was mostly quiet aside from the radio, blasting some fallout boy that they both seemed to appreciate. 

“Thanks… for everything.” He said after a moment, making her jump slightly. She had almost forgotten he was in the car. 

She shrugged. “Octavian has been an asshole for years. Plus Piper says the diner is her favorite so we were just doing our civic duty.”

Percy laughed at that. “True heroes of the street.”

Annabeth laughed too as they fell into a more comfortable silence. Eventually they reached his apartments as she pulled up along the side. 

“Seriously, thanks for everything. Today sucked, but you guys made it a lot better. Pass along my thanks will you? To all of them. You seem like a fun group.”

Annabeth nodded. “I’ll let them know. You should join us sometime though. I know you work a long, but you should have some fun. We’ll treat you right.” She promised with another wink.

Percy laughed. “That’d… be cool actually. 

“Here.” Annabeth said as she fished out her phone and handed it to him with a new contact open. “Gimme your number. We’ll figure something out sometime.”

He was surprised, but nodded. “Cool. Thanks again… uh…”

Annabeth’s eyes widened as she realized she had never actually told him her name. “Annabeth Chase.”

“Percy Jackson.” He replied, handing her back her phone. 

He got out of the car, waving once more before working his way up to his apartment and disappearing in it.

As Annabeth drove back to the apartment, she grinned. Any guy that could have that bright of a smile, and take out two dudes in a fight definitely seemed like someone she wanted to hang out with. She may have driven a little too fast on her way back, ready to let Piper know everything that had happened. 

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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it! I have been focusing on my art recently but I do miss writing these two. Please let me know if you like it or have any questions and feel free to check out my art commissions! :D 

[sinister-bob]

Truthfully, each time there is some sort of outbreak (namely from foreign countries because the racism really jumps out), I get irritated.  If there’s nothing you can do, have hope, keep clean, and monitor yourself/surroundings.  That’s it.  That’s all you can do.

I have a chronic illness, and with that comes a compromised immune system, which means that even flu shots are out for me.  But for the most part I live like this, since a common cold can lay me low for a month or longer.  So it’s more so a drudge, and seeing people panicking like this feels like an overreaction, though if I care to be empathetic enough, I know why.  You’re not used to the thought of all this, or the great finality of it all.

It’s going to get better, guys.  Just like it always has before.  Yes, there are risks, but that’s for the people with the compromised immune systems, IE., people like me, pregnant folk and the elderly.  You are going to survive.  Remember that.

But, people are scared.  Just like they always are.  Which makes sense, so okay, you want to be healthy along with your friends, family, and other people.  But, in doing so, people are buying out stores, using not really necessary things that are bad for the environment, and buying hand sanitizer, which was found years ago to be BAD on a whole other level because it makes super-bugs that can’t be killed by antibiotics.

There are things, though, that you can get, that you can make, that will work in place of them.  All it takes is a little effort, so in the long run, these things will probably be cheaper too.

Wet wipes 2

Disinfectant 2 3

Thieves oil 2 mix it with oil based hand lotion, or a carrier oil, like coconut oil, which is antibacterial in itself.*

Four thieves vinegar 2 3 4 (white vinegar is fine, don’t believe their lies.  You can also eat this, unlike the thieves oil.)

Then there are the things you can buy, which are a little off the beaten path, but are still good.

Carbolic soap:  It’s antibacterial, kills acne, and is good for open sores.

Coconut oil: As stated above, it has antibacterial properties, and as well is good for open sore.  Don’t over do it, though, because it can clog pores. (It’s also good for healing tattoos.)

Honey: it’s antibacterial and antifungal.  I once made a mix of this and coconut oil of equal measures, and it’s wonderful for cuts and the like.  Honey is also good for getting rid of acne.

Edible plants 2 3 4: Because, oh shit, there’s a lot of them!  The ones linked are actually lists that give their properties, but they are all either antibacterial/antiviral.  Check to make sure you aren’t actually allergic to anything.  You can’t be healthy if you’re dead.

Capsicum: Eat spicy foods.  The spice helps your immune system, and helps keep you healthier longer.  At least one meal every day.  Even if you don’t like spice, start small.  Start with paper-thin garlic, and work your way up the peppers, starting at something like an anaheim.  It looks like a giant jalapeno, but it is pretty much a green pepper.

*Essential oils: This one is tricky.  You have to make sure that you are getting the right ones, and you will have to do some research.  They can be harmful to pets, especially small ones like rodent, birds, lizards, ETC.  But you have to make sure the ones you’re getting are the antibacterial, antifungal, antiviral ones, like tea tree, eucalyptus, rosemary, cinnamon . . .

Lemon concentrate:  Lemon helps boost your immune system, and if you catch anything, it can help you get better quicker.  It also helps loosen phlegm stuck to the walls of your lungs.  So, if you have asthma or bronchitis besides, this would be a good thing to keep in your fridge.

Ginger: Ginger is like lemon only a 100 times better.  It does so much more, like help with blood flow and is an anti inflammatory.  Tastes great with lemon and pretty much everything else.  Fresh or dried, it doesn’t matter for the most part, but fresh always tastes best.

Turmeric:  It’s again anti everything, including anti-inflammatory.  Good for both the inside and outside of you.

Then there’s prep.

Soap

Take the carbolic soap, melt it in a double boiler with some water.  Once it’s dissolved, you have a choice: either you can make liquid soap, or you can make some small hard ones so you can take it wherever you’re going.  If you are making it liquid, you add some more water, and once that is done, you add it to the bottle.  If you’re making hard ones, use an ice cube tray or the like.  I don’t suggest using a plastic one, because it can melt it as well as the soap scent will linger.

Either way, you can add things to it to either make it pull double duty or to make it stronger.  Things you can add?

Baking soda:  About a teaspoon per bar.  Warning:  It foams a lot when you introduce it, so make sure the walls of your pot are high enough to keep it contained.  Mine went about twice the volume.  It makes it a better cleaner.

coconut oil: About a tablespoon.  It retains it’s antibacterial properties.

Honey: About a tablespoon and a half.  It makes it lather well.  It keeps it’s properties as well.

Essential oil: For the most part, I don’t suggest adding more than 30 drops (a tablespoon).   You can do more, I just think you’d be wasting it at that point.  This would be a good use for the thieves oil, too.

*Note*  Always vent, especially if you have pets or small children.

Antibacterial ETC ETC ETC Hand Lotion

All you need is coconut oil, wax, and your choice of essential oil.

Depending on how hard you want the lotion, I would say about 1/3 wax to 2/3 oil.  Use a sliding scale to see where you want it, but remember, you cannot tell when it is in a liquid state.  If you are unsure, you have to let it completely cool before checking.  To add your essential oil, add it by the drop and stir.  You have to experiment, rather than just dumping stuff in.  Always add your scent last, otherwise you’ll kill it while smoking yourself out.

As for wax, believe it or not, you can use most anything.  I recently made hand lotion with the wax that comes off baby bells.  Certain candles work too.  You can even use crayons.  You dilute them so much, that they don’t really leave a colour on you, but that said, you might want to stick to colours that are complimentary to your skin tone.

You can steep a couple teaspoons of turmeric in the oil while keeping it over a low heat, and you’ll get the added benefit of it.  Steep it for about 4-5 minutes.  You can later throw the bundle in your bath for your health.  *Turmeric can dye things including you, so be careful.  I would more so suggest this step for people who have naturally occurring yellow or gold tones in their skin, unless you don’t mind looking like a Simpson.

Honey Lemon Ginger Drink

1/4 c. lemon concentrate

2/3 tsp. powdered ginger

2 tsp. honey

3/4 c. water

Optional: 1/4 c. gin (Decrease water to 1/2 cup)

Add all of the ingredients (except gin) to the pot.  Bring to under a boil.  Pour into cup and drink when cool enough to handle.  Tastes great cold, so you can make it a few days ahead.  Strain if you don’t want to contend with the sludge in the bottom.

Sage and Thyme Tea

1/2 tsp. powdered sage

1/8 tsp. powdered thyme

1/8 tsp. cinnamon

1 c. water

prep like regular tea.  Let steep for 6-8 minutes.  Strain before drinking to get rid of the sludge.  Sweeten to taste.

Fermented Milk

Yes, it sounds weird and gross, but it is good for you and boosts your immune system.  It doesn’t taste bad.   Kind of creamy and nutty.

1 c. warm milk

1/4 tsp. bakers’ yeast

1 tsp. honey or sugar

Combine all ingredients in a jar, shaking until the honey is dissolved.  Put the lid on loosely, not even barely closed, so that if you were to tip the jar, the contents would spill out.

Let sit for four hours, checking on it occasionally.  Sometimes you need to agitate it a little.  Once the time is up, you can drink it.  Leave it any longer, and it will turn to alcohol.  Don’t drink the dregs.

Wash your hands.  It’s a little terrifying that that has to be a reminder, since I got that drilled into my head as a child first from my mother and then by countless kid shows and ASPs.  Didn’t that happen with you guys?

20 seconds right?

Have a soliloquy:

Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw.

Have a poem:

Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry?In what distant deeps or skies. Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand, dare seize the fire?And what shoulder, & what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? & what dread feet?

Make Big Bird proud.

[stoopsbookstore]

Stress Relief -M-

Synopsis - Doyoung is rethinking his decision to give Jaehyun's cousin an internship. He's constantly messing up the shipping orders, he spills coffee everywhere, he takes too many breaks, but Jaemin is his best friend's cousin, so Doyoung deals with it. One day, Doyoung has been stressed out so much because of Jaemin's bullshit, he freaks out. His maid offers a source of relief.

Warnings - Office sex, Window sex, Phone masturbation (it's on speaker while they're doing it), mentions of a pregnancy/breeding kink, Power dynamic (CEO/Maid), Soft Dom!Doyoung (probably could've written him more dommy, but I was feeling a bit soft)

"I know he's your cousin, but holy hell, Jay, Jaemin can't do shit right," Doyoung held his head in his hand as he talked to Jaehyun about his cousin's daily antics, "he fucking ordered 500 tons of printer paper, we only needed 50."

"It's a simple mistake, I promise. He's just a ki-"

"He's 19 and he's a dumbass. This isn't the fuckup he's done," Y/N came over to Doyoung, handing him a peppermint tea and a croissant to Jaehyun, "Thank you, Y/N. I know you're related and I'm doing this as favor, but shit, dude, you couldn't given him an internship? If his parents wanted Jaemin to get experience, why not just do it with family?"

Jaehyun wiped his mouth as he took a bite of his pastry, "Blatant favoritism. Since we are related, the company would see it as a conflict of interests. It was either ask you or have him clean vomit up at the carnival with Yuta's younger brother, Yuto."

"Baking soda or corn starch," Y/N started wiping down the trophy case, full of Doyoung's medals and awards from years past and present, "Dries it out, that way you can easily vaccum or sweep it up. No smell as well."

Doyoung nodded towards Jaehyun, a smug smirk on his face, "See? No smell."

"Ok, asshole," Jaehyun threw a napkin at the older male, "I'll talk to him, tell him to shape up or clean up. Y/N, always a pleasure. I wish you could come clean for me, but what from I've heard, sounds like Doyoung gives you a hell of a paycheck."

"3 year contact, full benefits, an pet-friendly apartment with half-priced rent as well as Holidays off? I sure hope that's a hell of a paycheck," Doyoung stood up, shaking Jaehyun's hand.

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"Jaeh-" Doyoung was standing in his office, pants soaked in various caffeinated beverages, his phone on speaker.

"I know! I know! He accidentally spilt coffee on your pants in front of Mr. Park and his son, Jinyoung! Just send him ho-"

"We were so close to a possible merger! A small startup was in my grasp! He even flirted with Y/N as she was cleaning up his mess!"

"Listen, I'll knock some sense into him, just one last chance, please?"

Doyoung ran his fingers through his hair, Y/N taking Doyoung's jacket as she attempted to clean, "Fine. One last chance, but if he fucks up again, he's out."

Before Jaehyun could say his thanks, Doyoung hung out, slamming the speaker, a piece flying onto the floor. His head pressed against the desk in annoyed anger as Y/N stopped cleaning his jacket to grab the disjointed speaker piece. Doyoung noticed as Y/N bent down, her skirt rode up, a sliver of her black cheeky panties showing. He quickly diverted his attention when she straightened up, placing the small object on his desk. Doyoung fiddled with his tie as he continued to watch Y/N cleaning his office, poorly hiding the thoughts in his mind.

"Y/N, you're always so hard working. Don't you have a social life? Any friends or boyfriends or girlfriends," Doyoung tried to talk in his smoothest voice, concealing his speech of any suspicious tones.

"Nope, I'm single and I don't really go out. Honestly, Mr. Dongyoung," a strain in his pants emerged as Y/N's voice became more sensual to Doyoung, maybe a sip of water would help, "I just kinda stay home, watch some Netflix or Hulu and play with my cat."

Doyoung choked on the water a bit, his mind dirtying up Y/N's sentence, "your cat?"

Y/N grabbed the feather dust out of the office closet, her movements much more fluid than Doyoung has ever realized, "Yeah. She's a little puffball, only about 2 years, her name is Mimi."

"Oh," Doyoung let out a relieved sigh, a hand reaching under his desk while his free hand continued scrolling mindlessly through a document, hovering the mouse over his two screens, "I bet she's really cute."

Y/N chuckled, "She's an asshole, but a great cuddler. So basically it's like having a boyfriend, except the cat knows how to take care of itself."

Doyoung palmed himself through his pants, continuing to watch Y/N as he pretended to be interested in the annoying numbers that appeared on his screens. Y/N smirked, feigning innocence as if she hadn't noticed Doyoung craning his neck when she bent over again to fluff the couch cushions.

"Is there anything else you need help with, Mr. Dongyoung? I know you're stressed, so I can stay if you'd like," Y/N subtly bit her lip at the growing tension, walking over to fill his mug up with more tea, "maybe help with some stress? I know peppermint tea can help."

Doyoung chuckled at the question, "we have very different ideas of stress relief, Y/N."

"What's your idea of relief?"

"Call me forward, but bending you ov-"

The phone rang, Jaehyun's number appearing on the caller ID. Doyoung breaking out of his melodic way of speaking and answering it with anger and annoyance, Y/N hiding her surprise at Doyoung's bluntness.

"What, Jaehyun?" Doyoung almost growled, a shot of hotness going to Y/N's core, "I'm sort of busy."

"So I talked to Jaemin," a groan out of Doyoung's mouth as Y/N placed his tea on the desk, rubbing his shoulders, "Don't groan. He says he's sorry for messing up the order, he said Ten's handwriting was atrocious and he misread it. He also said he wasn't flirting with Y/N, he was just trying to be nice."

"I think he was being more than just nice. Talking to Taeyong about how he would love to make out with her in the 15th story hallway closet?" Doyoung heard a little giggle from Y/N, a sense of annoyance coming over him. Doyoung pointed to the couch, Y/N thinking he meant to clean it, but as she went to grab the lint roller, he signaled her to just sit on it. He scooted his seat from out under the desk, turning it to face Y/N, the bulge in his pants noticeable, "that's not being nice, Jung."

"He said that? The little shit told me Taeyong said that!," the air started to grow hotter between the two, Doyoung pointing to the door and making a locking motion with his hands, Y/N making her way, locking it as Jaehyun continued to defend his cousin, "anyway, he just became an adult this year, we did stupider shit when we were his age."

"Name one time I fucked up by ordering 10 times the amount of product needed or I tried hitting on my boss's employee," Doyoung motioned Y/N to take off her panties, Y/N sliding them down her legs as she walked back to the couch, throwing them at Doyoung, the fabric landing on his black suit pants, "Seriously dude, one time."

Jaehyun stammered as he failed to register one time that Doyoung had fucked up as badly as Jaemin, "there was that one time at Cube Cafe where you spilt coffee o-"

"On Y/N. Who, if I remember correctly, said it was her fault, we exchanged numbers and three years later, in a cruel twist of fate, became my employee," Doyoung unzipped his pants, his free hand going in his pants, the sight entrancing Y/N to start teasing herself, "The defense being one situtation was two college students being dumbasses on campus while the other is a college intern being a dumbass towards a CEO."

"Fuck, I hate when you're right. But you know you did that on purpose so you could 'talk to the pretty girl with the caramel frappuccino', don't even lie" Jaehyun sighed over the phone, Y/N unzipping the back of her uniform, exposing a matching black bra, Doyoung finally pulling out his cock as he started pumping, "I'll talk to Yuta, see if he can give a job to Jaemin that doesn't involve vomit. I'll call you in a bit, bye dude."

"Alright bye," the line went dead as Doyoung let out a growlish moan, his eyes watching Y/N push in one finger, "God, I needed this release."

"So you were saying?" Y/N pulled out one of her breasts from her bra, rolling the nipple with her free hand as she added another finger, "how do you relieve your stress?"

"Where was I before I was interrupted?" Doyoung kicked off his pants, pulling his boxers up as he walked over to Y/N, pulling her fingers out of herself as he helped her up to her feet, "I think I was talking about bending you over my desk, in your maid outfit or even naked. But I like the outfit better, it just reeks of desperation, so hot and passionate, I couldn't wait to strip your clothes, so I just said fuck it and started fucking you."

The two walked over to Doyoung's desk, him grabbing at the papers and files, moving them out of the way, Y/N playfully swaying her hips. Doyoung pulled down his boxers again, this time taking them off as he leaned Y/N over his desk. He flipped her skirt up and pulled her bra all the way down as he reached in his desk junk drawer to pull out a condom. Rolling it on, he rubbed his cock over Y/N's core, gathering some of the wetness that had occured.

"Of course, a condom for safety. As much as I'd love seeing you with a swollen belly and covered in my cum, we can't do that right now. You'd look so beautiful carrying my kids, then I'd get to spoil them as they grow up," Doyoung pushed into Y/N, a moan escaping her lips as her breasts pressed against the glass table, the coldness bringing a new sensation against her warmimed body, "we can talk about that later, if you'd like. To be honest, I've thought about you and I doing this ever since I spilt that drink on you."

"Was it in purpose like Jaehyun said?" Y/n questioned as Doyoung kept thrusting, the glass desk moving in rhythm with the pair, "needed a reason to talk to me? It seems like you got a bunch of more confidence."

"Could you tell? Becoming a partial CEO with your brother of a multi-million clothing company can do wonders," Doyoung admittedly regretfully pulled out, bringing Y/N to his chest as he became nibbling on her neck.

"Why did you pull out?" Y/N arched her back and started rubbing her thighs together, "do you have a meeting?"

"No, hell no, not until later. I would cancel it if I did," Doyoung walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window behind his desk, opening the curtains as he looked over the 6th story pane of glass, "come here."

Y/N walked over to Doyoung, his hands finding their way to her hips as he turned her around, unzipping her top the rest of the way and throwing it aside, leaving Y/N in just her bra, skirt and stockings, Doyoung slipping off her kitten heels as he kissed up her legs.

"So gorgeous, so beautiful," Doyoung kissed Y/N's back, shivers spreading throughout her body as Doyoung reached her neck, light bites accessorizing her skin, his long fingers tangling in her hair, pushing into Y/N, "I don't think you've seen my house in the few years we've known each other, we should change that, show you some of my toys I have, maybe get you some."

The sharp, calculated thrusts and smug taunts from Doyoung made Y/N hum in ecstasy, Doyoung's free hand reaching down Y/N's skirt to play with her clit. Y/N grabbed at Doyoung's forearm as he started at a fast pace, his fingers rolling the small bundle as he kept up fucking Y/N into the window. Doyoung pulled out for a second time, spinning Y/N so the duo is now face to face, Y/N biting Doyoung's lips. Slipping in one more time, Doyoung lifted Y/N's leg to rest on his hip.

"I want to take you on a date, I want to make you mine, years of seeing you in those skirts and shirts that my brother has designed," Doyoung leaned down to kiss Y/N's breasts, his thrusts starting to be more sloppy, "your tits peeking out of them, your skirt raising up everytime you reach up to clean the higher shelves."

Y/N leaned down to bite down on Doyoung's neck, her moans muffled and vibrating against his sweaty skin. Doyoung felt his high coming on, his thrusts slowing down, milking every drop into the condom. He pulles out, tying the condon and throwing it away. Noticing Y/N didn't get off, he dropped to his knees, spreading her legs apart, kissing her thighs.

"Doyoung, you don't have to do that, I'll be fine, I should get back to work, the 4th floor needs to be done and I have a vibr-"

"It's the gentlemen thing to do," Doyoung kiss her clit as Y/N leaned her head back on, the pleasure spreading through her body, "I'll have Hongjoong do it, don't worry."

Doyoung sucked and lightly nibbled on Y/N's clit, pushing 3 fingers into Y/N as he thrusted them in and out, working to Y/N's high, he would feel bad if he got off and she didn't, even though he's her boss and this started because he need some sort of release. Y/N's thighs started to shake as Doyoung continued licking at anything he could find, his fingers going at a merciless pace once he found the spot that made Y/N go high-pitch in her moans. Y/N didn't even notice her high had came until Doyoung stood up and brought her in for an intense kiss, her essence on his lips as she could taste herself on him. Doyoung helped Y/N over to the couch, taking off his jacket and giving it to Y/N as he gathered her clothes.

"I can't believe I just screwed my bo-"

"The next word out of your mouth better be boyfriend," Doyoung kissed her forehead as he walked over to his desk, looking for a specific piece of paper and calling the front desk, "Hey Ms. Sana, can you cancel the rest of my appointments for the rest of the day, Ms. Y/n isn't feeling well, so I think I'm going to give her a ride home and make sure that she's okay. Also, ask Hongjoong to clean the fourth floor, I'll give an extra 1,000 dollar bonus this month."

"Ok, Mr. Kim, I'll do that right away."

The phone hung up with a click as Doyoung texted the valet to bring the car around to the back, Y/N putting on her shirt and Doyoung's jacket. Doyoung helped Y/N up as he slid her shoes on.

"Where's my underwear, those are kinda my favorite pair."

Doyoung took them out of his pocket with a smirk, "they're mine too and I think I'm going to keep them with me. I'll get you more pairs, one in every single shade, hue and color."

The pair walked out of the office, Sana looking concerned and shouting an admittedly adorable "Y/N fighting!" as Doyoung and Y/N made their way down the hall to the back elevator. They waited for the elevator to come to the 6th floor, Doyoung's hand gazing over Y/N's.

"So, I assume we're going to your house."

"Like I told you, I've known you for a few years and I want to show you my house."

Y/N sleepily groaned, "I kinda want a shower and a nap first."

"Fine, a shower and a nap first," Doyoung put his arm around Y/N's waist as they stepped in the back elevator, her head resting on his chest as she curled up into him. Then with one last devious smirk on his face.

"But then, I'll give you a tour. Maybe show you some of my playthings."

[yongboxer]

Key Limes | Zhong Chenle

⤑ genre: fluff ; bakery au

⤑ pairing: Chenle x Reader

⤑ summary: It’s the night before Chenle’s birthday, and after the bakery closes, the both of you indulge in the eatery that reminds you of the boy who radiates an odd sense of key limes.

⤑ contains: mild language, cheesy fluff that’s borderline disgusTANG

⤑ word count: 1.8k

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It didn’t take much at all to convince your grandmother to let you stay after hours to make a dessert for Chenle at the bakery shop she’s owned since 1963. That being said, it took absolutely no convincing to ask the boy to stay after, it being the night before his birthday and he’d be having the day off tomorrow. The both of you would spend after school making wages, and you already had an idea of what to make him rather than a typical birthday cake (though there isn’t anything wrong with that. Cake’s phenomenal in itself).

“And you’re absolutely positive ten o’clock isn’t too late to go home?”

“I told you already that she’s waiting till Friday for the birthday meal,” he chuckles, hefting an enormous, ivory tub over to the back counter where you stand by a mixer, swirling the contents of a pie crust inside it before it nearly slams on the counter. “Here.”

You tap the spatula in your hand on the side of the bowl after scraping it down to look at the tub in puzzlement. “What’s that?”

“Sugar,” he says back before hopping up to sit on the ledge of the wide island behind you. His hands ruffle his curls that used to remind you of key lime pie before he returned it back to shade that resembled more of brown sugar. Chenle still wears the red apron caked with flour and dried egg whites, just in case you need a hand in what you’re concocting.

You slow down the speed of the mixer, your forehead crinkling at his reply while eyeing another ivory tub that’s to the left of you as opposed to the one he brought on the right. “But I measured that out a long time—“

The sentence comes to a sudden halt, mainly because you’re retracing your steps on what you’ve done so far to make the graham cracker crust. But judging from the long, painfully slow inhale coming from Chenle behind you, a sudden moment of oh shit came to your mind.

“Y/N, you didn’t.”

You turn around with a frantic heart to see the boy cupping his hands over his mouth and nose, shoulders racking in obvious attempt to hide the obnoxious guffaws that’d be irrupting out of him like a flock of seagulls. It’s mainly from not only feeling sorry for your effort, but also ‘cause there’s a high chance his amusement will piss you off. At least that’s his mindset.

“Dammit,” you hiss, turning the mixer off and digging a spoon into the crust batter. The utensil is then stuck in your mouth and your mouth waters with the urge to gag.

Yep. Salt.

“Dammit!” You yell out again, the spoon clattering to the floor when you nearly throw it across the kitchen. “That’s it. When are we gonna label these blessed things.” You’re not too far into making the beloved key lime pie, but it’s enough to make you frustrated that the crust is now irreversibly salty as hell.

“No, don’t get upset!” Chenle hollers out, a small snort following his protest. From behind, he grabs your upper arms and sits his chin to cradle in the dip of your neck, the breath from his giggles making you tense and the scent of floral honey making heat rise to all high points of your face.

“All of us here’s gotta do it at least twice,” he continues. “I made a whole batch of cinnamon buns like that last week, icing and everything. Served them without even tasting.”

Chenle releases his grasp after you sigh and detach the bowl from the mixer. “Still, that’s pushing us to 10:30.”

“So?” He goes back to his rightful place on the counter, kicking his sick feet back and forth, the bottoms more than likely filthy from the crumbs and grime that needed to be swept after a day of baking goods. “It’s my. . .well, almost my birthday, and I don’t care.”

You snort, dumping the graham mixture pitifully into the large trash can in the corner of the kitchen. “Wasted just like that. I swear.” Utter disappointment, that’s all you feel. The lumps of terracotta plop into the garbage, and from behind you, the sound of clattering and the rolling pin thumping against the counter has you casting a glance over your shoulder.

Chenle’s sleeves are pushed up as his eyebrows form a straight line, beating the graham crackers into nothing but crumbs to dump into a new bowl as opposed to the one you hold in your hands. He makes sure to taste the sugar by dipping a spoon in it, clicking his brows up at you while you’re tempted to flip him the bird.

But dammit, it’s the embodiment of a freakin’ key lime that keeps you from doing it. Just slap out adorable, and though his locks were dyed back to brunet, he still reminded you of the tiny fruit. Sure, it’s odd, but so is Chenle.

This leads the both of you to finish up the key lime pie. In total, it takes about an hour and half, making the two of you run down to the corner store and pick up two bottles of milk and a cream soda that he’s craving. So, with elbows on the table and two forks digging into the glass pie dish, you relish the time spent together alone with Chenle, him telling you stories of past birthdays he’s had and about friends that used to go to his old school. Before the two of you dig into the dessert, you placed a single candle that with teamwork you were able to find in the utensil drawer of the bakery’s kitchen.

“You make me forget I even miss them sometimes, Y/N,” he admits with a mouthful of pie. He swallows before shaking his hand in a waving fashion while back and then backtracking immediately. “Wait wait wait wait, that sounded butthole-ish.”

He doesn’t have to go on in order for you to get his point, but you lick at a dollop or whip cream that’s on your fork so he can continue for his sake. Still, you have to bite back a smile.

“What I meant was that when I do miss them, you at least don’t make me feel lonely like I used to,” Chenle shrugs. “. . .yeah, like that.” He tips back the cream soda bottle hugged in his hand and muffles a belch in the sleeve of his jacket from when you two made the venture outside. The pie’s about three-quarters of the way gone, and you tear off some tinfoil to cover over the top of it so he can take it home.

Yes, you should be grossed out, but the light flush in his cheeks and how he tugs on his beige beret you just find everything so. . .

Cute. Just cute, and it’s unnerving as ever.

You and Chenle had already cleaned up the mess the both of you made before sharing the pie, and the boy had pestered you to let him walk to you home, despite your neighborhoods being on opposite ends of the street.

“Listen, I’m sure you’re fully capable of being the badass I know you are, but let me be a gentlemen, just once?” His voice raises at the end of the sentence. You turn on your heel after making sure the door is locked to the bakery to see him holding his beloved key lime pie leftovers and rocking back and forth on his feet.

Of course you don’t mind him taking the bus and walking down the sidewalks to follow you home, but you can’t let your collected façade down. It’s what leads you to give into his begging (if you can even call it that).

After all, Chenle didn’t feel the same way as you.

Your fingers toy with your keys, keeping your hands busy when the two of you step off the bus and under the stray street lights that led the path into your housing development, your home just near the entrance until you’re just outside the front door. It’s typical November atmosphere, a chill in the air but comfortable enough to walk at an easy pace before you turn to tell Chenle a final happy birthday (considering you’re not sure whether you’d see him the next day. Depends on what his family planned). Just planning ahead, you never know.

“Not gonna lie, a birthday pie and some quiet time was pretty nice,” it’s visible that he’s swinging his hands back and forth in the from pockets of his jacket just at his tummy. “Didn’t think you cared about me enough to do something like that to celebrate.”

“That’s sour,” you pout, amused when Chenle’s little smile falters until you bring a grin of your own to your face. “You’ve thought about that before?”

“I mean,” he stammers, pausing from any verbal diarrhea and tilting his chin down with a huff of a giggle. “Just—Thanks, I guess. Sorry.”

You just give a small nod, Chenle’s delightful quirky vibes lighting a spark that it you only feel when he’s doing his. . . Chenle thing.

But your admiration is short lived when you feel the pie dish squish between the two of you, the boy in front of you’s hand diving to catch the tip of your chin in the grip of his fingertips and pulling you forward to interlock your lips so swift you feel the need to step back and make sure it’s actually happening.

You don’t, instead your eyelids fall shut while your hands find their way to tenderly rest on where his collarbone is hidden behind his coat and taking in the same aroma of buttercups and honey wafting from his clothes and skin. His lips are dry from the incoming winter weather, but still delicate like fragile sugar paper that’s used on various cakes in the shop.

This kiss holds out for several seconds, Chenle carefully tilting your chin up so your head dips back and he can take in the moment as much as possible before he has pull away and face whatever your reaction could be.

And honestly? The poor boy expects the worst.

He suddenly releases your embrace, eyes half-lidded and scanning over your countenanced before stuttering out a quiet, “S-shit.”

Chenle stumbles back, mouth now pried open while your jerk a hand up to your lips and ghost over them with the finger tips of your three fingers. Your tongue peaks out for a moment to bring back the taste of his cream soda and a smile is spilling out from them fact that it wasn’t you to initiate the urgent kiss, but Chenle.

“Good night—“

“Hey!” You grab ahold of his sleeve and even Chenle is shocked he’s still holding the leftover key lime pie.

Both of your arms are linked and stretched out awkwardly before you drop his wrist, letting out a shaky giggle that has Chenle softening at both the sight and sound, your reaction bringing a sense of comfort to his onset of panic.

“This,” you finally manage to get a steady word out. “. . . Is this something you’ve thought about before?”

Chenle looks down at the dessert, his grip crinkling the tinfoil that cuts sharply through the chill air. A precious half-smile grows to his cheeks that remind you of ivory mochi, telling himself to grow a pair and look you in the eye before answering.

“You have no idea.”

[thegraypope]

Assassin (unfinished)

Ciri was a beauty Colony, settled for looks above any natural resource, it became a holiday resort for the rich and powerful of Humanity. Bloated and corrupt politicians rubbed elbows with celebrities, drug lords, smugglers and CEOs; all there for the sun, sea, prostitutes, drugs and gambling. Lauraly was there for work; a high class assassin, she had taken a job to kill a former governor from Mars who had built an empire of billions from bribes and the subjugation of natives in outer colonies.

Lauraly, or Ly as her friends called her, was given a dossier on the target when she took the job; Manson Sterm, five foot nothing of scumbag, a fetish for young people of any gender or race or age, legal or not. He was at a party that night in Ciri city, a mangle of sky scrapers and beaches all sprawling out from the Space elevator at the city centre. The party was being held by some up and coming musician who spewed the same mediocre pop from their pretty mouth that had existed for centuries. They were having a launch party for their new album, or something, and the organiser had extended invitations to any random person on planet with cash and a hard on for an easily seduced person with dreams.  Ly had heard rumours that prostitutes were banned in the building so they had to be smuggled in under the guises of girlfriends or assistants; she had gained an invitation to the party and been given an advance on payment to purchase an outfit to fit in, she just needed to tan herself.

Lauraly stepped out of her hotel in a kimono and bikini, sun hat, sunglasses that hid her face and fashionable sandals, her pale white skin rarely saw the outside of buildings or space ships, she relished the chance to be in real sunlight and took a short walk down the promenade outside. After five minutes, Ly stopped and walked down a set of wooden steps and onto the soft sand where she took off her sandals, clenching her toes in the sand and taking a deep breath and letting out a quiet but meaningful moan. Standing tall at around six feet, she stood on her tip toes and scanned the area and found an empty sun lounger, she dropped the kimono to the ground and lay her hat on top of it before she sat on the edge of the lounger and took off her sunglasses and lay back with her eyes closed.

After half an hour her communicator went off and she rolled onto her front, she looked around and saw several people looking at her ‘I’d prefer not to get any attention for this job but I kind of like them checking me out.’ Ly thought to herself as a smirk crawled across her face. She lay her face down and set her alarm for thirty more minutes. After her alarm went off she stood up, put on her hat, sunglasses and kimono and walked to a beach side bar where she ordered a cirian Rum cocktail, as the tide came in she finished her drink and put her sandals back on as she slowly made her way up the steps to the promenade and back into her hotel. ‘ I hope you enjoyed your sun bathing, ma’am.’ The Bell boy noted as he unsubtlety checked her out from behind. ‘Thanks, I did.’ She replied to him, giving him a wink. ‘I should come here again, not to work just to tare the town up, I like the beaches!’ she thought to herself.

As she entered the cool air of the lobby she removed her sun glasses and walked into the nearest lift and selected her floor. A tall, broad man walked in just after her, selected his floor and smiled at Ly. ‘Hi, You here for work or pleasure?’ He asked, ‘I’m here for work, but not that work, so keep your wallet in your pocket because you can’t afford a night with me.’ She replied sturnley. ‘Hey, I didn’t mean it like that, I was going to ask what work you were in and if you’d like to grab a drink tonight. I’m on planet alone and saw you go to the beach alone so I thought you might be in a similar position. I’m really sorry if I offended you.’ The man was visibly upset by Ly’s response and was shaking a little bit. Ly blushed ‘I’m sorry, I thought what with the planet we’re on and its reputation and you’re a good looking guy, I thought you were, you know, soliciting. I really am sorry, maybe we can get a drink tomorrow night, if you’re still around?’ ‘Sure, tomorrow night, eight at the hotel bar? Hopefully I don’t proposition you again.’ He replied, blushing at being called a ‘good looking guy’. The lift doors opened and he began to leave ‘I’ll see you there, dress nice for me, I want to see more of your nice ass!’ Ly said in a bashful but confident way. The man stood and waved goodbye and left as the doors closed.

A few seconds later the doors opened again at Ly’s floor and she walked out, now with her hat and glasses in her hands. As she approached her room she began to undress, removing everything but her bikini by the time she was at the door. As she entered her room she threw her bundle of clothes onto a chair and dropped her panties to the floor, walking out of them and throwing her bikini top onto the end of the bed. She walked into her shower and washed herself, running her hands through her long white hair and laughing to herself. ‘I have a date, with a person!’ She stepped out of the shower, clean, and wrapped herself in a towel and dried her body before towel drying her hair. After she dried herself she put on her underwear and sat to a small table with a mirror on it and began applying makeup, a blend of grey matching her hair from her hair line that merged into darker greys and ending under her eyes in a black which was fashionable in more affluent worlds to mimic the coal used on frontier worlds which is seen as edgy fashion; then she applied a jet black lipstick. Ly stood up and walked to her closet and pulled out a floor length, red gown and put it on. There were slits either side from the floor to her hips with a modesty skirt underneath from her waist to just underneath her buttocks; The  top had a low sweetheart neckline and no sleeves. She then sat herself down on the edge of the bed and put a pair of stilettoes on and picked up a small clutch bag. Inside the bag was a fresh lipstick and two capsules intended for Manson.

Ly walked down the hallway ‘I look fucking amazing, this is wasted on a job.’ She got to the lift and pressed the ground floor button. There was already a young couple in the lift and she gave them a respectful smile as apology for breaking up their make out session. ‘you can carry on, I don’t mind looking away if you don’t want an audience.’ She said to break the tension.’ I wouldn’t be able to not think about kissing you.’ The girl said to her, blushing bright red. ‘Thanks for the honesty.’ As the lift opened at the lobby Ly winked and strutted out across the floor to the doors. Outside the doorman opened the door to an automatic taxi and she go in. ‘Where to?’ the taxi asked, in a calm, monotone voice.  'The Harmony Building, Please.’ She said, gazing out of the window. ‘Did I just say please to a fucking robot again? I need to stop that polite shit’ She said thought.

It took twenty minutes to get to the Harmony Building and there was a back log of cars up to the building towards the red carpet laid out for the party. ‘I’ll get out here, thanks.’ Ly opened the door and the taxi said ‘Your account has been debited for the fayre, have a nice day.’ Ly ignored the crowed and went to a back entrance. At the door she hooked her small wrist terminal, which looks like a Rolex watch, into the door controls and allowed herself access. She made her way to a lift out of sight of the front doors and pressed the penthouse button. During her lift ride she checked her makeup in her compact mirror and took a deep breath in through her nose and out through her mouth.

The doors to the lift opened to a huge apartment with a glass ceiling and stark white walls with art pieces placed around the edge of the room. ‘This must be a sugar daddy’s apartment, no way an up and coming pop star could afford this place.’ Ly muttered to herself. A waiter walked passed with a tray of champagne, Ly took one and sipped it ‘No shit, actual champagne from earth, huh, someone sucked the right ass apparently. I need a sugar daddy for myself I think.’ She thought to herself. She sipped the champagne as she walked through the party, checking for rooms and exits when she saw him, Manson Sturm, and she immediately sprang into action. Ly put her glass down on a small circular glass table and smiled, strutting towards the bar, making sure to bump into Manson. ‘Oh, I’m Sorry, sir. I hope I didn’t spill your drink.’ She said in a soft, shallow voice. Manson eyed her over and raised his eyebrows and placed his hand on his protruding gut. ‘Oh, don’t worry, I could never stay mad at a nice young thing like you.’ His neck bent at an angle to look at Ly’s ass ‘You didn’t spill my drink, dear, maybe I can get us both a drink for our nerves?’ He spoke with the confidence of a young man who knows he is good looking, this is not true. Ly stops herself from rolling her eyes in front of him and forces her smile to stay. They walk to the bar and he grabs her hand, glaring at her breasts. They reach the bar ‘two vodka sodas, my good man.’ He moves his hand to the small of her back and licks his lips. ‘Maybe we could get to know each other a bit better in one of the bed rooms, where it’s quieter?’ Manson asked, his tone and demeanour had gotten noticeably seedier and he had become erect and wasn’t trying to hide it. Ly swallowed some of her pride and bent down to whisper in his ear ‘Maybe I can take care of that for you?’ He grabbed his drink and downed half of it in one gulp ‘Come on!’ he said aggressively as Ly picked up her drink and he grabbed her other wrist.

He slammed the door behind her as they entered the room. ‘On your Knees and see to me then, see if I cant mess up that makeup a bit!’ he unzipped his trousers while Ly prepared the two capsules in her clutch. ‘On the bed, please, I don’t want to hurt my knees on this floor.’ She made a face to appeal to his love of feeling like a father figure to his conquests. ‘alright then, anything for a pretty girl, I suppose.’ He climbed into the bed and Ly pinned him ‘Ooh I wasn’t expecting you to be dominant.’ He said, getting excited ‘Shut up you disgusting sack of shit.’ As his mouth opened to shout obscenities at her she threw the two capsules into his mouth, lowering herself to his ear and whispering ‘this will give you a heart attack in two minute, it will be fatal and it won’t leave a trace. I will leave this room in two minutes and pretend to have serviced you sexually, causing a huge heart attack. Normally I don’t enjoy killing people all that much but a child murdering scumbag like you I was happy to kill.’

Manson’s body twitched as Ly got up, she noticed that he had ejaculated over his trousers, leaving a puddle over his mass of pubic hair. ‘You’re fucked up, you came because a hot woman straddled you and murdered you, seriously?’ she stood next to him and checked the time on her watch ‘bye, asshole.’ She left the room as his hand grasped his chest. She ran to a nearby security guard and motioned to the room ‘We were making out and I think he had a heart attack form the excitement.’ The security guard touched his ear ‘Call an ambulance, get a medic ASAP.’ He ran into the room and Ly made her exit from the party via the same back access lift.

AS the doors closed on the lift Ly let out a sigh of relief ‘one dead asshole.’ She played with her wrist terminal and sent a message to the person who posted the hit:

Target: Manson Sturm

Status: Deceased

She closed the terminal in time for the lift doors to open on the ground floor, she crept out to the back of the building and went to a dumpster which had a bag behind it that she stashed there two days ago. She removed the dress quickly and slipped on a short, black cocktail dress with a halter neck and changed her shoes to flat pumps. She pulled out a makeup wipe and removed her makeup and lipstick before applying red lipstick and quickly adding light black eyeshadow.  When she was changed, she bundled her clothes into a handbag and walked onto the street toward her hotel.

After walking for forty minutes, Ly reached her hotel and entered a door direct to the bar and ordered a straight whiskey and another be sent to her room in twenty minutes. She drank the whiskey in one quick swig and went to the lift. The man from earlier noticed her leave the bar and ran to catch her at the lift. ‘Hey, you look nice, want a drink with me now?’ The man asked. ‘I don’t know your name and you don’t know mine, why are you so interested in me?’ Ly asked in an almost sullen tone. ‘well, my name is Marcus, you are?’ She thought for a second ‘I’m Diane and I’ve had kind of a long night, I just need to sleep it off, ok handsome?’ she gave him a half sincere smile. ‘Sure, that’s fine, I should turn in too, I guess. Goodnight, Diane.’ The lift doors opened and Marcus left. ‘Yeah, goodnight.’ The lift reached Ly’s floor and she walked briskly to her room.

As soon as she closed the door she locked it and put a chair under the handle. She stripped out of her dress and shoes and started gathering all the clothes strewn around the room and placed them on the end of the bed. She dropped to her knees and pulled a backpack from under the bed. Inside the bag was a pair of skinny Jeans, a military grade wrist terminal, a white t-shirt, high tops and a black hoodie which she quickly changer into. She put her long grey hair into a pony tail and started putting all of her things into the back pack; first clothes, then her laptop, followed by a small makeup set and she placed her old wrist terminal into the bag. ‘oh, shit, can’t forget that.’ She whispered to herself as she stood on her tip toes and pulled an automatic pistol out and placed it into the backpack.

Ly put the hood up, put the bag on her back and approached the door ‘Sorry, Marcus, no pussy for you tonight, big guy.’ She said jokingly to herself as she removed the chair from the door and walked to the window. After Ly opened the window she stepped out onto the fire escape, it would be pitch black if not for the moon, oh, and all the billboards, cars and street lights. Ly closed the window behind her and made her way, quietly, down the steel fire escape.  She got to the last floor and jumped onto an air conditioning vent  and jumped down the final two feet to the back alley. Ly rubbed her hands over her toned bum as she walked deeper into the alley before stopping at a side alley. She stepped in and pulled a black tarp from over a motor cycle, not sporty in design but actually an old prospecting bike she acquired on a job. She checked the battery and started the engine, it was silent and put the full face helmet on, that had also been hidden in the alley.

Ly pulled out onto the street and turned right, heading for the inland outskirts of the city. ‘I shouldn’t have liked that kill or how I did it or any of it; but I would do it again to take a piece of shit like him out of the galaxy.’ Ly muttered under her breath, trying to reassure herself that the murder she just committed was justified or not. After an hour of driving Ly pulled into the security driveway of a small space port; she showed the robotic guard her faked credentials and the security barrier lifted for her to drive through. Lauraly pulled up outside of the hangar bay marked 34, turned off her bike, climbed off and walked it through the steel roller door; which had automatically lifted in the presence of her biometrics. Inside the hangar was Ly’s ship, The Osiris, was a thin three claws under a wing. The centre claw was the living quarters, cockpit and cargo hold while the outer two claws were the engine pods. The wing was laden with rocket pods and machine guns while the centre claw had a pivoted machine gun under the pilot’s seat. Ly walked her bike under the near side wing and to the back where she pressed a switch on her wrist terminal and a hatch opened for her to put the bike into and for her to enter the ship. Inside, she placed her bike against the bulk head and strapped the bike to the wall racking. Ly made her way up a short set of ladders and pushed a button halfway up the wall as she rose from the ladder, sealing it behind her.

‘Home, sweet home!’ Ly exclaimed as she stretched her arms out around her. She dumped her back pack on her bunk and opened it, carefully removing the pistol and it’s ammo and placing them into her gun rack; She then took out her laptop and placed it into a draw under her bed before throwing her dresses into a clothing compartment. ‘

[letteredaurora]

Bruised

Shipping Sterek (2/?)

There was a strange silence surrounding them, with his hands slightly fumbling with the loose threads of his plaid shirt while he tried to hold back the glimmer in his eyes. And Derek...he could practically smell the 'wrong' in the car, which he was now driving to the Stilinski house after having an encounter with a rouge wolf who had stumbled into Beacon Hills.

"What is it Stiles?" he asked in a low and exhausted voice.

Knowing that he couldn't lie, Stiles just went with the truth "I'd rather not talk about it." he said, voice chocking in somewhat sadness, well not exactly the truth.

Derek just gave a slight nod after a moment of silence, letting Stiles have his privacy. Thus he continued to drive with wounded hands on the steering, which were now visibly healing.

As they reached the house, Stiles quickly got out from the camaro, "Good night sourwolf", and turned on his way to the door not even waiting for Derek's reply.

"Stiles!" Derek called after him a few beats later realizing the boy had left his phone in the car and then got out of the car when Stiles didn't turn.

Stiles yelped so loud that the whole neighborhood must've heard it when Derek held his wrist to cease his hurried steps. Stiles stepped back yanking his hand free from Derek's, eyes now unable to hold the glistening under the full moon."I-I just got a scratch du-during the fight" Stiles tried to explain, keeping his eyes anywhere but at the Were in front of him.

Derek just stood there slightly wide eyed "Show me" he said after a moment.

"It's okay, I'll be fine soon I'm sure."

"I.Said.Show.Me." Derek said sternly crossing his arms over his chest, making sure to let Stiles know it wasn't actually a choice.

"Inside?" the boy gestured towards his house in question.

They both started to slowly pace towards the house in a silent agreement.

"So what can I get you Derek? Think I have soda and some other stuff" Stiles said trying uselessly to stall, absolutely failing when Derek just stood there waiting for him to get to the actual point.

Stiles gave a defeated sigh and moved upstairs to his room, then plopped on his bed, carefully rolling up his sleeve revealing a large claw mark covered in fresh but slightly dried blood. Derek was on his knees in a blink assessing the wound with the utmost benign that Stiles didn't even know Derek could have.

"Look, please don't get angry okay! The wolf clawed me when I jumped between you and him, Scott was trying to hold him back an-and I didn't even realize it till after we left and I-I didn't know who to tell, so just...just please" his voice wavered through tears that fell like they would never stop, eyes closed trying uselessly, all his restraint betraying him. Derek's jaw clenched with anger on the realization that Stiles got hurt under his watch, trying to save him and he didn't do anything, hell he didn't even know about it, but it completely softened when his gaze turned to Stiles', still watering.

He got up caressing Stile's cheek "Hey, hey! It's okay, it's fine." he said then.

"How long before I turn Derek?"

The werewolf didn't answered, just moved up into Stiles' bathroom to get the first-aid box and some cotton to wipe the wound clean, like it was so normal for him to know every corner of the boy's house. He then sat beside him on the bed, took his wrist and started to clean the wound, black veins taking away whatever pain Stiles was to experience. And the room filled itself with silence, with unspoken questions and concerns about the consequences and it's processes. Stiles gaze was fixated to Derek's moment on his wrist, his feelings towards the Were threatening to spill out on seeing him like this, caring and loving, soft and gentle.

"You won't" Derek finally said after examining the now clean wound.

"I..what?" Stiles said dumbfounded looking up at Derek.

"The scratch isn't deep enough to turn you, so you're staying human for now"

The next blink and Stiles was jumping into Derek's chest, nearly sending him falling on the bed, clutching at Derek's dirty henley a little too tight with his non-injured hand, his tears-now due to happiness and relief-creating a wet spot at Derek's shoulder.

Derek sighed, in his own contentment, burying his face in Stiles' shoulder, his hands soothingly running across the human's back. "You're okay". "I'm okay". Stiles replied happily pulling even closer.

They stayed like that for a while till Stiles could calm his breathing and maybe a little while longer as neither wanted to let go, not that either would admit to that. "Why'd you not tell me?" Derek asked, his brows slightly furrowed.

"Hmm?"

"Why'd you not tell me about the wound earlier?"

"I....thought you would get angry about how I'm fragile and can't take care of myself and you'd think it was stupid to move into the fight in the first place" he said pulling back.

"Stiles" Derek chuckled and Stiles just found his favorite sound in the universe. "I don't think that your fragile, or stupid. You're brave and smart, we would all probably be dead if it wasn't for you. You not being a wolf in a pack doesn't make you weak Stiles, rather makes you the strongest, you run at par with us on every step, sometimes even ahead!"

"I'm not....brave or all that you said" Stiles said creating vague gestures with his hands.

"What makes you say that?"

"I let the nogitsue in Derek, I killed Allison, I hurt everyone-everyone around me including you and even now you have to take care of me because I got a stupid scratch....because I couldn't defend myself."

"And I was the reason my whole family died in a fire, I dated a psychopathic killer, killed Boyd. I can go on if you want"

"But none of those were your fault Derek, you were manipulated and you're doing so much to fix that"

"My point Stiles, none of it was your fault"

"You don't know that, I notice the way everyone looks at me Derek, like I will snap any minute, as if I'm different, not their own, not the old Stiles that I used to be."

"How do I look at you?" Derek said raising Stiles' chin, compelling his eyes to look at Derek's.

His eyes were soft and loving, looking at Stiles like he was the only thing that mattered to him and in all truth...he was.

"Like...." Stiles tried to put it in words but couldn't due to disbelief in his interpretation, maybe it was just his feelings messing with his brain, making Derek's eyes look more beautiful than they were, making them loving and accepting for Stiles, well that wasn't possible was it?

"Like what Stiles?" Derek asked breaking his trail of thoughts.

"Like I mean everything to you" he finally said, his heart racing.

"But that can't be it right?" he chuckled with agitated hands trembling with embarrassment.

Derek didn't say anything to that, there was no point in doing so he realized. So he just leaned into the boy's space, kissing him, a hard press of lips that left Stiles in sincere shock, breathless and ....dead, yeah he definitely just died because Derek Hale kissing him could only happen in Stiles' dreams or in heaven maybe. So yeah he was definitely dead.

Derek pulled back as soon as he had leaned in, looking into the human's eyes to look for what he was feeling "But what if it is?" he said his eye flicking between Stiles' lips and his eyes.

And Stiles? Well he couldn't even hear a thing even if he tried because Derek freaking Hale just kissed him "You did that." He stated like a fact from one of his researches.

"Yeah" Derek chucked, and there it was again, that intoxicating sound that grounded Stiles to reality and made him float on clouds in the same moment. "Is that okay with---" he didn't get to complete that as Stiles already decided to answer in kind through kissing the werewolf back, with everything he had, everything he had held for so long... his passion and love for the man in his arms which were now wrapped around his neck. Derek's hands snaked around Stiles' back pulling him onto his lap all the while never leaving his lips, they kissed and then kissed again after the need of air broke them apart. Stupid air!

Stiles was moaning and gasping into the kiss, running his hands through Derek's sinfully soft but dirty hair from the fight. Little did he know that he was driving the man below him crazy in all sense, making him loose control over every inch of muscle in his body and making him respond to Stiles' actions with so much desire he had decided to never unleash, because he knew that he didn't deserve this beautiful soul above him. Stiles Stiliski-who was bright and loving contrasting to Derek who was sorrowful and broken.

Stiles little cry, when he rubbed his wound against Derek's stubble is what made them finally stop "Are you okay?" Derek asked concerned, carefully cradling Stiles' wrist in his hand.

"No! I'm not" Stiles said breathlessly.

"Does it hurt too much? Wait I'll get some bandages to wrap the wound" his effort at trying to get up just failed as Stiles tightened his grip on Derek through his whole body. "Not the scratch Derek. You just kissed me, that to-like that, how am I supposed to be even minutely okay?" the human said with a smile so bright that it could probably surpass the moon shining just outside the window, his voice becoming high at the end.

Derek laughed at that, being at an ease with it, something that he didn't think he would be able to have again. And there, right then and there is when Stiles heart dropped, skipped a beat or maybe a few actually. Derek must've caught it because his laughter slowed down to a hault, his crinkled eyes now looking at Stiles with reason.

"Your laugh is the most beautiful thing ever." Stiles admitted leaning in to touch his forehead to Derek's. "I wanna be the reason for your happiness Derek... always." He knew 'always' was a great promise but he knew that he wanted it with all his power and will.

"You are...and you will be....always" Derek said smiling like he hadn't in so long, though feeling nervous at how it'll be from now on but more than anything, feeling loved like he hadn't...maybe ever.

They were both bruised differently but somehow like this, in each other's arms, they were the cure to each other in more ways than one.