#i wrote this at 2am last night so. please be gentle

[shaynetopps]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Smosh Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Damien Haas/Shayne Topp Characters: Shayne Topp, Damien Haas, Courtney Miller, Kimmy Jimenez, Tommy Bowe (Smosh), Spencer Agnew Additional Tags: New Year's Eve, New Year's Kiss, Karaoke, Fluff, Meet-Cute Summary:

A stranger rescues Shayne from performing karaoke by himself at a friend’s New Year's Eve party.

[imaginedisish]

Graceland Too (Din Djarin x fem!Reader)

A/N: Hi everyone!!! Wowowow am I active this week LOL (fyi this is a re-upload. Decided to proofread one more time bc I uploaded at like 2AM last night). Here is a little sick fic I wrote for my friend who isn’t feeling too great (hope you’re feeling okay <3). The fic is heavily based around “Graceland Too” by Phoebe Bridgers but it is also inspired by “oh baby” by LCD Soundsystem. Highly suggest giving those a listen. Anyway, requests are open. Enjoy!

Summary: You’re terribly sick, but one night and one fever dream might just change everything for you and Din. 

Warnings: SMUT! 18+, Praise kink (imo at least), oral (f!receiving), fingering, reader is sick, Jedi!Reader (it’s like I only know how to write Din x Jedi!readers I stg), idiots/friends to lovers, pining, mentions of death/major violence (canon typical I'd say), cursing, probably some grammar stuff....that’s it I think. 

Word Count: 3,018

The wind is cold as it slices you in half, but you feel overwhelmingly hot, clammy even. Sweat dribbles down your forehead as you tread across the rocks beneath your feet. Blaster shots ring out in the distance.

You struggle to pick up your pace, your boots sticking to the ground as you try to put one foot in front of the other.

“Mando!” You call out, remembering not to use his real name.  Fog covers the ground, filling the air at an excruciatingly quick rate. You’d never be able to find him in this. You call out to him again, but there’s no answer. You’d take a grunt or even a groan at this point.

Then there’s a disembodied, brittle voice coming from behind you.

“Looking for him?” It’s grating, nasally. You’d recognize it anywhere.

You turn around frantically, practically giving yourself whiplash.

“Bo Katan.” Your voice is low, hushed. Din’s body is limp on the ground, being held up on his knees by the woman in front of you. There’s a smirk on her face. She has the darksaber in her hand…

And it’s at Din’s throat.

“Let him go,” You plead. You go to grab your lightsaber, a blaster, something, anything at your utility belt, but there’s nothing there. You have no defense, just your words. “You got what you came for, you have the darksaber.”

She scoffs, shaking her head, her smirk widening. “I haven’t finished the job yet. I still have to kill you and your Mandalorian.”

Your eyes widen with fear, blurring with tears. “No please, please don’t hurt him.” Your voice croaks as you choke back sobs.

“Too late.” She moves the darksaber from his throat, plunging it into his chest with one fatal swoop.

“DIN!” You scream, crashing down to your knees next to him.

“I’m here mesh’la…” He whispers, but it doesn’t sound like he’s next to you, he’s somewhere off in the distance. His husky voice calls out your name.

“I’m right here.” He repeats himself. Your eyes force themselves open as you shove your palms into the bed to push yourself up. You almost hit your head on the top of the bunk in the process, but Din stops you before you can, his cold, gloved hands coming up to your shoulders. “It was just a nightmare.” His voice is honeyed, gentle.

You look to your left to see him standing at your side, armor off, helmet on.

“M’sorry,” You mutter, rubbing your eyes. You feel like absolute shit, worse than yesterday. Your skin is so hot that it threatens to burn a hole in Din’s gloves. You choke down a cough, the sensation vibrating painfully against your already pounding head. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

You had been sick for a few days now, and Din was doing everything by himself: the ship’s maintenance, the flying, the hunting, taking care of Grogu, and taking care of you. Now, to make matters worse, you had woken him up. You know he doesn’t get enough rest to begin with. You feel like a burden – and not just in this moment, always. You were a danger to yourself, to Din, to Grogu; a force wielding ex-Jedi, ex-Empire captive wanted by anyone and everyone. And yet, he had let you into his little clan of two with open arms. Now he was here, caring for you. You could’ve gone home, made a place for yourself in the New Republic, continued your Jedi training, but you didn’t.

You met Din. And you felt so, so guilty for the repercussions of your meeting.  

You part your lips, ready to usher him back to bed, to apologize again. But Din doesn’t leave room for you to protest. “Don’t apologize, please.” He shushes you, taking off a glove and pressing the back of his hand against your forehead. You hum lightly under his touch. He feels like ice against your blazingly hot skin.

“Your hand…” You trail off, struggling to speak, “feels good.”

Your hoarse voice sounds like nothing more than a set of incoherent mumblings, but Din seems to understand every syllable. He chuckles shortly and softly, as if the laugh was only meant to be heard by you. “That’s ‘cause you’re warmer now than you were yesterday.” He flips his hand over so that his palm rests against your skin. His forefingers and thumb rub gently at your temples, working tirelessly at your raging headache.

With his free hand, he reaches down for something you can’t quite see. Seconds later he’s holding two pills in front of your face. You immediately take them from him, no questions asked. Whatever it was, you’d take it. This was absolutely unbearable, and the constant fever dreams certainly didn’t help. You swallow the pills with no hesitation, and Din brings a metal cup to your lips.

“Drink,” is all he says, and you do.  You take the cup from his hands, the cold water rushing down your throat, temporarily easing the pain you feel there. Din apprehensively settles his arm on your waist. “This okay?” He asks, a slight shake in his voice. You nod in response, smiling appreciatively.

“Thank you,” You whisper, tilting your head to the side with affection. You swallow harshly, clearing your throat. “You can go back to sleep now if you want. I’ll be okay.”

But Din doesn’t flinch, he doesn’t move at all. He ignores your permission to leave completely. “What dream did you have this time?”

You shudder, remembering what you had seen just moments ago. Din instantly takes account of the look on your face, his grip on your waist tightening, stabilizing you, keeping you tethered to reality – to him.

You draw in a deep breath, practically coughing up your lungs in the process. “Bo Katan, s-she,” You stutter, your eyes shutting tightly in between words. You could still see it. It was ingrained in your brain, burnt into the grooves, sowed in between every empty space. You can still feel her. It was so real. “She had the darksaber and she…” But you can’t finish. Your vision is blurry, your surroundings morphing into an amalgamation of streaks of light and grey metallic colors. You blink and a few cool tears drip down your searing cheeks.

“Hey,” Din coos, his helmet inching closer towards your face, his hands still glued around your waist and atop your forehead. “I’ve got you now. It was just a nightmare. Nothing’s gonna hurt you, mesh’la, nothing.”

You cough out a laugh. “Nothing except a red-haired Mandalorian and whatever this fever is.”

But Din shakes his head. “Not if I can help it.” It isn’t until those words fall from his lips that you realize how close he is to you, how intimate this moment is. His armor is long gone, and you can see the outline of his muscles in his shoulders and arms, his deltoids, his triceps, underneath his flight suit.

“I would…” He trails off, a tremble obviously present in his voice. His confidence has completely disappeared. The vulnerability of the moment makes your head spin faster than it already is. You watch his chest rise and fall, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. You hear him suck in a sharp breath through his vocoder. “I would do anything for you.”

Anything. He would do anything? For you?

Your heart beats rapidly, threatening to combust against your ribs as Din’s hand on your forehead slides down to your cheek. You’ve forgotten your fever at this point, forgotten your headache, your sore throat. All you feel now is Din, his thumb grazing against your cheek, his fingers ghosting along the exposed slit of skin between the hemline of your shirt and the waistline of your shorts.

You want to keep him here, to ask him to hang on to you all night long, but you don’t know if you have the courage to ask. You close your eyes, inhaling through your nose, gathering your words before they spill from your lips. “Would you…” Your voice fades out, evaporating into silence, unable to finish your sentence.

“Anything,” Din’s modulated voice echoes against the walls of the bunk. “Say the word and it’s yours. Whatever you want, cyare.”

Fuck. He really means anything. Whatever you want.

“Would you stay…with me?” It’s a garbled, incomprehensible mess of a question, but as always, Din knows what’s on your mind better than you do.

Din nods immediately. “Of course.” It’s short, but certainly not curt. Those two words say far more than what they mean. “I have to let go of you for just a second, but I’ll be right back, I promise.” Ever the caretaker, Din Djarin. Eternally putting others before himself. It makes your heart pang in your chest, your breath catching in your throat.

He hesitates a moment before finally letting go of you, his hands brushing over your skin for a few extra seconds, stealing time that had already been borrowed. He slips deeper into the hull. You hear him press a few buttons in the distance, and then with a sudden flick, the lights of the hull go out. Darkness fills the room, and you can hear Din shuffling back towards the bunk.

There’s a click and a hiss, and then the sound of metal falling onto metal. Din had taken his helmet off. It wasn’t the first time he had done this. You occasionally found yourself in his bunk, clinging to him for warmth when you were on a particularly cold planet or when the Crest’s heating system had broken down, but it was rare.

“Should you keep it on?” You ask as Din pushes the covers of the bed down. You feel the mattress dip as he slides into the bunk. “I’m still sick, you know.” The last thing you wanted was to make Din feel the way you feel right now. You didn’t want him to get hurt. You had to protect him, too.

You don’t realize how close he is to you until you feel his breath fan across your lips. “No.” It’s a whisper, barely audible. “Wanna make you feel safe.”

“But-,”

He cuts you off. “It’s worth the risk.”

You were worth the risk.

The darkness isn’t so scary when he’s next to you. You close your eyes, listening closely to his unmodulated breaths. His arm snakes up your body, coming to rest around your waist, in the exact spot he was in before.

“Din?” You call out in the darkness. You inch forward a bit, unexpectedly bumping your nose into his. The sudden touch, the proximity, it’s all becoming too much for you to bear.

“Yes, cyare?” His voice is husky, low, rough.

You can’t even remember what it was you were going to ask him. All you can think about is how close he is, how his fingers graze over your stomach, how his breath ghosts over your cheeks, how much you want him to kiss you.

Maker, you want him to kiss you. Would he if you asked him to? Was that under the category of, anything?

“Cyare?” He’s concerned. You can hear it in the way the pet name plays on his lips, hanging around in the air longer than normal.

“I-I,” You stutter. Was now really the time to do this, to confess your feelings to Din? “I don’t know what to say.” It was true, maybe a little too true. “I just, I like you Din.”

He chuckles. Maker, it sounds so much better without his helmet. “I like you too, cyar’ika.” He’s unserious, carefree.

“No,” You mumble. You feel like a child, a padawan once again, not knowing how to communicate or to feel. “Not like that. M-more than that.” You wish you could see the look on his face, to gauge what he was feeling.

Silence takes hold of the bunk. Shit. Too much. Too much too soon. I shouldn’t have-

And then, like always, Din reads your mind. His lips come crashing down onto yours. The kiss is reckless, frenzied, deep. He molds against you, as if he was always meant to fit here. You almost regret not doing something sooner. You think, maybe you’ve wasted valuable time that you could’ve already spent with this side of him. But you know you’ve lived through everything you’ve been through, just to get to this very moment, to feel his lips taking yours, his tongue sliding along your lower lip, seeking permission to explore more of you. You part your mouth, gladly accepting his invitation.

His hand at your waist travels lower, resting along the inside of your thigh. You moan against his lips at the touch. You can feel your wetness growing between your legs, the pulsing of your core. You instinctively try to press your thighs together, searching for some sort of friction, but Din stops you, using his hand to keep your legs spread wide for him.

His fingers tread achingly slow up your inner thigh, teasing you, his nails softly scratching against your exposed skin. Din’s hand finally lands on top of your clothed cunt, his thumb tracing circles into the overly sensitive spot. You’re trembling under his touch as he presses harder into where you need him most.

“S-shit,” You mutter. “Feels s-so good.”

Din swallows harshly. “Wanna taste you, mesh’la. Bet you taste so good.” Desire coats his voice. His hand slips away from your heat and you groan at the loss of contact. He finds the waistline of your shorts, tugging a bit, searching for permission.

“Please, wanna feel you,” You whimper. And that’s all he needs. Din drags your shorts and panties down your legs. You’re not sure where they end up, but you can’t be bothered to care.

Din presses light kisses against your inner thigh, his stubble scratching lightly against your skin, until he finally reaches your core. His tongue begins to explore your folds, pushing through before finally settling on your clit.

“D-Din!” You cry out as he takes the sensitive bud into his mouth, sucking roughly. “Fuck, feels s’good.” Your words slur and your eyes blur as he laps at you.

“Tastes so good, so fucking sweet.” The vibrations of Din’s voice against your clit pushes you closer to the edge. You were already practically there.

He brings a finger to your folds, spreading your slick before sinking deep inside of you. The sensation coaxes a moan from your lips, and Din takes this as a sign to add another finger. He gives you a moment to adjust to him before pulling out and crashing back into you. He’s pushing further inside you as he takes you on his tongue. Nothing else matters, and nothing else will ever be the same.  

“Doing so good for me, sweet girl,” He soothes, his tongue swirling around your clit as his fingers thrust in and out of your entrance. “You sound so pretty when you say my name.”

“Din.” It’s a whisper, a plea. More, please, more. “Don’t stop. Fuck.” His free hand glides under your shirt, pushing your bra up and out of the way. He takes a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching lightly, rolling the nub around before switching to the other. He squeezes softly, luring you closer to your breaking point.

“Taking me so good, being such a good girl,” Din groans. You throw your head back against the pillow. His words alone were enough to drive you mad. “Gonna make you come, gonna give you whatever you want, mesh’la.”

His name rolls off your tongue. You’re unsure of where it starts and where it ends, whispering it over and over again like you’re trying to commit this moment to some eternal memory.

His tongue presses harder into your clit, his fingers pumping faster, deeper inside of you. You couldn’t hold back anymore. You were right there, your walls tightening around Din’s fingers.

“Din I’m gonna-,” But it’s impossible to get the words out. You’re a bleating mess underneath him.

“That’s it, come for me, pretty girl. Wanted this for so long,” His praises, his confessions, send you over the edge, searing heat spreading across every inch of your body. “You’re so beautiful, so perfect for me.” You can feel yourself shattering under his touch, your walls fluttering around him.

“F-fuck Din,” You whimper, riding out your high. Din slowly laps at your swollen clit, his fingers gently pumping in and out of you a few more times before pulling out. You feel empty without them. “N-need more. Need to feel you.” You can’t help but beg. It wasn’t enough. You wanted all of him, needed all of him.  

“Not tonight, cyar’ika,” Din breathes as he finds his way back next to you. “Don’t wanna push you too far. You’re sick, don’t forget. I promised I wouldn’t let anything happen to you, remember?” There’s a faint laugh in his voice, a certain genuine happiness that you can’t wait to hear more of.

“Tomorrow?” You ask, shifting so that your head rests against his chest.

“As long as you’re feeling better…” He trails off for a second, mulling his words over in his head before continuing, “I’ll do anything you want me to.” You know there’s a smile tugging at his lips, you can hear it. It makes your heart flutter in your chest. “Get some rest, okay?”

You nod your head, nestling even further into him. You wrap a leg around his waist, and he follows suit by wrapping his arms around you.

“Goodnight, Din.”

“Goodnight, mesh’la.”

No longer a danger to herself or others

She made up her mind and laced up her shoes…

Said she knows she lived through it to get to this moment

Ate a sleeve of saltines on my floor, and I knew then

I would do anything you want me to

I would do anything for you

I would do anything, I would do anything

Whatever you want me to do, I will do

I will do anything (whatever you want)

Whatever she wants (whatever you want)

[angelst4re]

Hello dear Ash! Firstly I have to say that you are an amazing writer, like TRULY and you're such an amazing and sweet person,so kind and caring 😭❤️ilysm.

And i have a request if you don't mind. Umm so i was thinking of a maybe a demon/devil Jamie who would practically be the one sneaking up to your room at nights, talking to you, making you fall in love with the devil, doing as he says and maybe JUST MAYBE after a while things would get heated🫣and well...yk what happens. I remember seeing you post that the works you wrote were becoming routine and u wanted to spice things up so yeah😌 I'll leave all the details to you because you know what to do. LY & THANK YOU🖤🖤🥹

hello lovely!! ahh you're so sweet :') thank you so much!! i'm sobbing, that actually means so much to me, bless you <33

Dance With the Devil - Devil/Demon!Jamie x Reader

summary: in the request :)

warnings: NSFW!! contains smut!! if you're uncomfortable then please don't read, my love <3

notes: i saw this request come through last night and because i couldn't sleep i started writing... at 2am??!! so i apologise if it's quite wild...

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You sat up in your bed, reading a chapter of a book you picked up at the library, watching the time, waiting for the clock to strike 12am. Waiting for him.

For the last 2 months you had noticed something in your life felt… different. You felt like you were being watched, you felt like you were being followed. In situations like this, you should probably feel scared, even worried, but you felt a kind of safety when he was around. He wouldn’t let anything hurt you.

You would wake up in the mornings to find your bedroom windows were slightly opened, sometimes your curtains would also be open, giving him a clear view of you whilst you slept.

You thought for a while about what to do, and by the end of the week you had a plan. You would stay awake and catch him!

You returned home from work and carried out your usual routine, knowing he was about and most likely kept a close eye on you. You ate dinner, took a shower and got ready for bed, but whilst you lied under the covers, you didn’t allow yourself to drift into sleep. You had to stay awake, you had to meet him.

For hours the only sound that filled your room was the ticking of your clock, until you hear a tap on the window. Did he know you were still awake? You didn’t move, you barely even flinched as your window was opened from the outside and he stepped inside.

You rolled over in your bed to face the window, to face him, but you kept your eyes shut.

“I know you’re awake, sweetheart.” He spoke.

You expected him to have a deep, gravelly voice, like one that should belong in a horror movie. But his voice was sweet and gentle.

Not only did he voice surprise you, but his appearance also came as a shock. You were met with black boots, the tops of them covered by fitted black trousers. He wore a black suit jacket, covering a half-buttoned-up white shirt, revealing the edges of two chest tattoos. Even in the darkness of your room you could tell his hair was dirty blonde, and the length came just past his jaw. His eyes were a shade of blue you could only describe as heavenly.

“Hello.” You whispered as you made eye contact with him.

“Hello,” he replied with a slight chuckle, “you waited for me?”

“I wanted to know who was leaving my windows open in the middle of winter,” you explained, sitting up in your bed and signalling for him to sit down with you, “who are you?”

He smirked before replying,

“Darling, I’m the Devil.”

For weeks he would visit you, sometimes you would stay up and wait for him, other times you would have fallen asleep before he arrived.

You would speak for hours, until the sun rose and he had to leave. You speak about your day, your work, but you would also talk about power, how the world’s leaders were corrupt, and he would tell you his plans to change the world. And he wanted you by his side.

You became obsessed with him, you would do anything he would ask you. You would sit and wait for him every night, regardless of other plans, whether you were tired or not, you would wait for him.

You had never been in love before, you had never dated, you have never even kissed anyone before. At school you only had two, maybe three, friends who you had lost over the years. You interacted with other people at work, but you wished you didn’t have to. You only wanted him.

You wanted to be with him all the time, but he would only appear after the sun set. You check on your phone to see when the sun would set each day, you would then rush home and wait.

You looked back up at your clock and saw it was finally time. He was on his way.

*tap tap*

*tap tap tap*

You pushed back the blankets on your bed and stumbled over to the window, opening it wide for him.

You needed to see him today, you had a shitty day and you needed someone to talk to about it, and you knew he would sit and listen.

“Hello, angel.” He smiled once he was inside.

“Hello, sir.”

He examined your face, noticing something was different. You were sad?

He placed his finger under your chin and made you look up at him. He furrowed his eyebrows.

“What’s wrong?” He asked

“Oh, Jamie.” You sighed, sitting back down on your bed, “I’ve had a terrible day.”

“What happened?” He asked, following you and sitting beside you.

“I think I’m going to lose my job, my boss wants to talk to me tomorrow and I know business hasn’t been doing too well these last few weeks so-“

“Shhh,” he calmed you as you began to get overwhelmed, “sweetheart, you know that’s irrelevant, you shouldn’t have to worry about something like that. When I get my way, you and I are going to be the king and queen of this pathetic world, we’re going to be Gods to these people, and you won’t have to work another day in your life.”

You nod your head, sniffling as he wiped away the tears beneath your eyes with his thumb. You looked up at him and noticed he was looking at your lips, and you suddenly felt a bit insecure, and he seemed to notice.

“Have you ever kissed anybody, darling?”

You shook your head.

A smirk grew on his pretty lips, he knew you hadn’t kissed anyone before, he knew you were pure. You were untainted. You were perfect.

He leaned in towards you, placing his hand on your cheek as his lips pressed against yours in a perfect, gentle kiss. You felt a white hot heat consume your entire body, filling you with a desire, a want. You wanted him.

As he began to pull away, you crashed your lips back into his, wrapping your arms around his neck to stop him from moving.

You weren’t sure what to do, how to kiss, but as you kissed him you felt him take over. He placed his hands on your waist, pulling you on to his lap without breaking the kiss.

“Would you do anything for me?” He asked against your lips before he began to kiss along your jaw.

“Yes, of course!”

“Then get down on your knees, darling.”

You did exactly as he asked with no hesitation, you shuffled about on his lap so you could stand, before falling to your knees in front of him, between his legs.

You could see a bulge, a hardness in his trousers, which he was working to free. As he unbuttoned his trousers and pulled down his boxers, his cock sprung up, slapping against his clothed stomach.

It was big, you were sure it was much bigger than average. There was a vein on the underside which caused you to lick your lips. The tip was red and leaking, you were sure it must have been painful.

“What do I do?” You asked, looking up at him through your lashes.

“You can use your hand, or your mouth. I want you to show me how much you love me, show me how you would give yourself to me, show me how you worship the devil. Can you do that for me, angel?”

“Yes,” you were basically panting, your mouth watering at the sight of his cock, “I’ll show you, sir.”

“That’s my good girl.” He smiled, running his fingers through your hair as you kissed the vein on the underside of his cock.

You weren’t sure what to do, and you felt a little bit embarrassed as you took him into your hand and began pumping him, your thumb ghosting over the tip with each pump.

An almost growl escaped his throat as you continued this action. You wanted to use your mouth like he said, but you were unsure how. You didn’t want to make a fool of yourself.

“Wrap your lips around it, sweetheart, take it down your pretty little throat.” He groaned, his head thrown back as his hand grabs your hair, creating a makeshift ponytail.

You do as he says, and you just about manage to fit him in your mouth. He lets out another moan as he feels the wet warmth of your mouth.

“That’s it, just like that, sweet girl.”

You try to take as much of him as you can, but as he hit the back of your throat, your gag reflex kicked in.

“Shhh, it’s okay. You can take a little more, cant you, angel? Hm?”

You nod your head and try again, and you manage to take another inch this time. He praises you, he tells you how well you’re doing for him, how he’s proud of you, and then you feel his cock twitch in your throat.

“Mm, fuck. You can stop now, darling. Let’s do something else.”

He takes your hands, which were placed on his thighs, and he helps you up before pushing you down onto your bed, your head against the pillows. You barely had time to register what was going on before his lips crashed against yours again.

You felt as his left hand began to slide down your body, it was placed on your waist with a tight grip before it began to slide down, down to the place where you ached to be touched.

His hand was placed flat on your clothed cunt, he watched you with excited eyes as you bucked your hips up, searching for some friction, anything to bring you pleasure.

Your eyes met his as he slipped his fingers beneath the material of your underwear, you were quite glad you only wore a baggy t-shirt to bed tonight, and you were sure he was also grateful.

“You’re soaked, sweetie,” he whispered, pulling away from the kiss briefly, “you really want to go further? You really want me?

“Yes, sir. I do, please!” You whined, your fingers tangling in his blonde locks as you pulled him back in for a kiss.

His thumb teased your clit gently as his finger slowly dipped into your hole, stretching you out for the first time.

“Stop teasing,” you groaned, “I can take it, I can take you.”

“I don’t want to hurt my pretty darling, though.” His voice was soft, but you could also sense a hint of teasing in the way he spoke.

“Maybe I want you to hurt me.” You whispered.

Suddenly, it was like a switch was flipped. He tore the t-shirt from your body, discarding it on the floor as he tore your underwear next, leaving you completely bare underneath him.

“You’re… beautiful.” He told you, running a hand over your breasts which were now exposed to him as you hadn’t put a bra on after your shower. “I never thought anything could be so perfect.”

His lips were back on yours within seconds and you could feel the soft head of his cock rubbing against you, and it sent shivers down your spine. It felt truly delicious.

As he began to push himself inside of you, you felt an intense stinging, it burnt like hell. You tried not to clench around him, but you couldn’t help it, everything felt so intense.

You bit down on his shoulder as the final inches slid into you, you felt so full. You never thought a feeling like this could exist. It was perfect.

As he began to move, you let out a pained gasp, to which he smirked at and continued to thrust.

He placed one hand on your waist, holding you in place as he fucked into you, and the other was beside you on your mattress, holding himself up. He looked down at the expression on your face, one he could only describe as angelic. Your lips slightly parted, your eyes squeezed shut, he knew you were starting to feel the pleasure by now.

Your pussy clenched around his cock, causing him to twitch inside of you. He wanted this moment to last longer, but he knew you would both come undone soon. You were a virgin, you felt so tight and warm around him, it was impossible to hold on any longer.

“Darling,” he panted, “are you… ready?”

“I am, I’m ready, sir.”

“Good girl, let go for me, cum for me, angel, can you do that? Cum for the devil.”

“Yes.” You whimpered, before your body was overtaken by a stronger force, something so unexplainable, you could only describe it as bliss.

“My sweet girl,” you heard him say as your vision began to blur and black spots filled your sight, “you were always so perfect.”

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When your senses came back and you finally awoke, you realised you were not in your bedroom. You were not even in your home. You were somewhere else.

You looked down to see you were wearing a cream silk nightgown, and you were lying on a big white bed. Everything looked so expensive, so fancy, like it was fit for a queen.

“Ah, you’re awake!” You heard him say, a smile spreading across his face as he stood by the bottom of the bed.

“Jamie? Where am I?”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he tutted, “you’re home.”

[dallaswinstonsleatherjacket]

Sedated from hosier prompt list

Death. Ok then.

You didnt say which ship so-D a l l y p o p

also i wrote this at 2am and just edited it in English class so its not that good I'm v sorry-

Soda ran desperately through the halls of the hospital, skidding to a stop in front of a desk.

“Please-” he panted. “Please I need-I need to see my-my friend-”

“Room?” The lady sitting behind the desk seemed uninterested, snapping her gum and peering over her glasses at Soda.

“I don't-I don't know, he just got here-they said it's bad-”

“You have his name, at least?” The woman said impatiently, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, yeah-Dallas Winston.”

He repeated it over and over in his head like a mantra while the woman looked around her desk, shuffling through papers. Dallas Winston. Dallas Winston. Dallas Winston.

“Room 193.” She said finally, and Soda mumbled a quick thank you before running off.

He hated hospitals. Last time he had been in one, his brother nearly died, and the time before that, his parents did die. They seemed like a bad omen, a sign. The white tile on the floor blurred as he ran, as fast as he could for a hospital. 

“190, 192-oh.”

Soda stopped outside the room. He tried not to look at the charts on the door, all reading URGENT and CRITICAl. Leaning his head on the door, he closed his eyes for a minute before pushing the door open and walking in.

It was worse than he ever could have imagined. 

Dally looked small and pale in the bed, weak in a way Soda had never seen him before. The ivory sheets were pulled tight around him, tucked under the mattress as tight as if he was in the army. His hands, which were pale as well, and looked freezing, rested calmly on his stomach, folded neatly. If Soda didn't know any better, he would have thought he was dead.

Blonde hair was strewn out all over the pillow, but less than usual. Some had been shaved close to the scalp near the back, where a few small bandages were placed. Tubes came out of everywhere, and a pale blue, slightly transparent mask covered his mouth and nose. Soda thought it might be for breathing, although he wasn't doing much of that. Dally’s breaths were short and shallow and far between, and if Soda had time to cry he would have, right then.

“Dally..” The words came out a whisper, his chest hurt, pressure sat on it like a rock. His fingers felt numb, and he thought he might faint if he kept standing there, so he walked closer.

He took a seat, the closest one to Dally's bed. He didn't know why the room was empty, someone should have been here with him, but no one was. It was just him and Dally and the beep of the heart monitor. 

“Dally.” He tried again, and it was slightly stronger this time. He grasped one of Dally’s hands and felt its coldness as he wrapped it in his. “Dally…”

The hand squeezed a bit back, and Soda almost jumped out of his chair. One of the fingers twitched, and then Dally's eyes opened.

Soda should've called for a doctor. He was too busy trying not to cry.

“Sodapop.” The voice was hoarse, muffled through the mask. His eyes looked like they hurt to keep open, they kept fluttering shut as if by their own accord. Dally squeezed Soda’s hand again as if to make sure he was real.

“Yeah-yeah, Dally. I'm right here.” Soda stood up and then sat down gingerly on the side of the bed, leaving a gentle kiss on Dally's forehead. 

“What-what happened?”

“I don't know, Dally-” Soda's eyes were filling. “They called the house and said that you got in an accident-I was the only one there, I ran over-god, Dally-I thought-I thought-”

“I know. I know.” Dally's voice was calming, and Soda shook his head. He wasn't supposed to be the crying one here.

“Do you feel okay? I should get a doctor-” Soda moved towards the door, but Dally grabbed his hand again.

“N-no. Please-please, stay here.”

Soda stayed silent, nodding.

“They shaved.,..they shaved my head.” Dally raised his other hand to run his fingers over his bandages. “Now-now I'm as ugly as Two-bit.” He seemed to be having trouble getting words out, but his smirk was the same, even if halfhearted.

“Yes….yes you are.” Soda pulled Dally's hand away from the bandages. “Don't pick at those, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Dally shifted a little, and then winced and moved back.

“You okay? You need a doctor?” Soda asked worriedly as Dally moved.

“Naw, I’m fine-the stupid IV-” Dally collapsed backwards, his eyes closing a bit. Then; “I dunno how much longer I can stay awake, Pepsi-cola…”

“You should sleep if you're tired.”

“Will you stay with-me?” Dally’s words were getting more and more slurred. 

“Of course I will.” Soda's voice was clear, he moved back to the chair, still holding onto Dally’s hand.

“I love-I love you, Soda.”

“I love you too, Dally.” 

It was taking everything in Soda not to cry.

Two hours later, Soda woke up to the sound of a heart monitor flatlining. He was drowning in the panicked waves of doctors and nurses around him. One tried to lead him out, but he resisted. Someone was yelling, it could've been him, he couldn't tell. He was crying, he knew it, struggling against someone's grip as he felt the pain shoot through his heart, he could feel Dally leaving in his chest. He was begging him to please wait, please don't go yet, but he couldn't hear a response.

The frantic commotion stopped eventually. The screaming kept going.

Soda returned home that night, eyes cold and tear-stained, surrounded by dark circles. His face was tear-stained, his hands were shaking, his throat felt sore. 

The house was dark, most of the lights were out. Darry was waiting in the chair in the living room, holding the hasty note Soda had scribbled and looking extremely worried.

Soda collapsed into his arms, tears falling once again.

[gyll-yee-haw]

hi baby!💚okay... IF you r comfortable w this subject... what about... seb was filming (something) in (anywhere) (lots of details, i know) right before quarantine, the reader (seb's friend) that lives in that city was really worried abt him getting on a plane, airports and all.. and asked him to wait like a week to come back to ny (in her house obv) a week later its announced the quarantine, all the chaos, now theyre stuck together and some.. feelings or needs.. are really taking a toll on them

Hi, babyy! I’ve actually been thinking about this a lot lately! Thank you so much for the request!  This must be the fluffiest smut I’ve ever wrote? I’m soft... Hope you like it!

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The news were scary. You had no idea it would get a lot worse, but still, you didn't want your best friend to get sick. He had just finished his latest movie and didn't have any new projects for now. So you insisted for him to spend just a few more days at your house, only until the situation was back to normal. Of course you didn't have to beg that much. You and Sebatian were childhood friends and his crazy career never allowed you two to have fun like the old times. What you didn't know was that at some point it wouldn't be a choice anymore. The airports closed and he couldn't go anywhere, not even if he wanted to. At first, you felt absolutely terrible. Like you forced him to stay there with you, instead of being home. But he was grateful. He would lose his mind if he had to go through all this on his own, and both of you couldn't ask for a better company. It was all about playing games, watching movies, dancing to 80's soundtracks, eating cereal at 2am cause time is an illusion... And there was this one day when it was your turn to pick the movie. "The covenant." You gasped. "I would personally rather die." Sebastian rolled his eyes. "What?" You laughed. "It's a classic! Come ooon! For the memories... I remember visiting you on that set. And we used to party a lot with those boys and..." "Fine." He tried to hold back his smile and the fact that he knew it would actually be fun. "I always do everything you want anyway." "Cause you're the best friend in the world." You said as you searched for the movie on your laptop. Half a movie later, you two already had tears on your eyes from laughing so much. Back in the year it was released, you used to thing those special effects and the acting were AWESOME. But now, it was hilarious. "God, why are you doing this to us?" Seb rubbed his eyes in pure shame. "Sebastian..." You tried to sound disappointed. "You just don't get it... the idea of living in such an aesthetically pleasant dark place with your girl friends and each one of you have a wizard boyfriend??? Fuck, my heart can't take this, I'm numb." "You're so dramatic." He laughed out loud. "It's true, though." You shrugged. "That movie is hot as fuck if you ignore a few things..." "Hot?" He mocked. "Didn't know you were into these weird stuff." "I'm into a lot of weird stuff." You admitted. "Like what?" He asked, kinda seriously now. "You don't want to know." You blushed a little. "Come on..." He insisted. "What if this is the end of the world?" "What exactly are you suggesting?" You raised your eyebrows. "That we should totally fuck cause the world is ending and you have no better options?" "I didn't say that." He tried to hold your arm, but you stood up quickly. "I'm going to bed, I'm really tired." You told him. "No, don't go to bed mad at me, let's talk, please." He stood up too. "Goodnight, Seb." --- You were laying in your bed and Seb was on the guest's room. You used to call it his room, cause he visited you whenever he could. But neither of you could sleep. You kept thinking about how Sebastian had changed and you never noticed. All you knew was that your Seb would never even think of using you like that. And Sebastian was thinking about how stupid he was. Something he never told you was that all his previous relationships ended because of you. There was a certain time when his exes would get jealous of you, but he always picked you ever them. And every single time he broke up with a girl, he promised he would finally tell you how he felt about you. But he was afraid. He was afraid of forcing you to deal with the media, it was his job and he still hated that part, he didn't want you to go through that. He was afraid you would say yes and, because of the distance or whatever could happen, he would never be the man you deserved. He was afraid you would react like you just did. In all these cases, your friendship would be ruined, and he couldn't stand being without you. --- When you woke up, you felt terrible. Not only because you barely got three hours of sleep. But also because you knew you couldn't hide in your bedroom forever. You had to go out, carry on with your life... but Sebastian was somewhere out there at this very moment, and you didn't even know how you'd be able to look at him. When you finally gathered all your strength to get dressed and go to the kitchen, you saw Seb on the sofa. He looked at you and you could see he didn't sleep much better than you. "Morning." You gave him a weak smile. "Y/N." He ignored your greeting. "Can I talk to you now, please?" You sighed and sat beside him on the sofa without saying a word, just ready to listen. "I'm so so sorry for what I said last night." He started. "You know I didn't mean that." "How would I know?" "Well... you know me..." He was clearly cofused. "I would never treat you like some... I don't know, you're too important to me." "Yeah, I didn't recognize you." You admitted. "But it was you. It's not like you were drunk or something like that." Silence. "If you want me to leave, I can find another place to stay." He suggested. "Of course not. It's dangerous." You sighed. "Y/N." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I have to tell you something, okay? Since everything is fucked up already... I just want everything to be very clear around here." You were a mix of surprised, confused and scared. He was about to tell you something big, but he wasn't nervous. He looked relieved. "Listen." He turned to you and looked deep in your eyes. "I'm in love with you. Fuck... I've been in love with you since we were teenagers. I don't remember going through a single day of my life without thinking about you. I know I dated other girls, but not one of them was half as funny and half as beautiful as you. But I know I waited so damn long to tell you this... it's probably too late now." As subtle as a punch in the face. You couldn't say anything at the moment. You had feelings for him too, but... he was a famous actor surrounded by all those gorgeous actresses and models, while you were just a normal girl. Besides that, you had the same fears as Seb, that this could ruin everything. "I love you too." You almost whispered, fighting back your tears. "What are we gonna do now?" He sighed. He always dreamt of hearing you saying that. But definitely not with tears in your eyes and barely looking at him. "I don't know. I need some time to think." You said. "But don't leave, please." "Okay, darling." He smiled at you and caressed your cheek, making you look at him. "You have all the time in the world. I'm not going anywhere, I promise." --- It was the longest day ever. You spent it alone in your room and Seb on his. And it hurt so much, because the last days were so fun, and suddently, all the joy disappeared. You knew that's how your life would be without Seb. The night came and it was impossible to sleep again. You daydreamed of all possibilities. You and Seb being happy. Laughing. Holding hands. Kissing. Sometimes you were haunted by images of it all going terribly wrong. Camera flashes. Other girls. Him leaving. Coming back. Forgiving him. Those lips... hands firm on your waist, or gentle on your face, just like they were earlier... no. Definitely firm on your waist. You needed them like that now. Your hands on his back. Fuck, his back. He was so hot. Your body shivered. You wanted him so bad. And he was right there... so close... You looked at the clock and made a decision. It was 2am. You would knock on his bedroom door. If he was asleep, you would consider that as a sign to forget all that. If he was awake... then you'd see what would happen. You walked slowly. Changed your mind three times on the way. Shit. The door was half open, that wasn't part of the plan. Maybe you should give up and... "Y/N?" He called. He was sitting on the bed and could see you standing there like an idiot. You took a deep breath and walked in. You stood beside his bed for a moment. The part of you that hoped you would change your mind gave up as soon as it saw how soft he looked with his messy hair and old shirt. Now there wasn't a single cell in your body that didn't want to call him yours. You sat beside him, ready to say something. But you didn't plan that part either. You didn't plan that he would look at you with those beautifully confused blue eyes and lick his lips the way you loved. "Kiss me." You asked. Seb leaned towards you slowly. He didn't close his eyes until his lips touched yours. He wanted to make sure you wouldn't give up. As soon as you felt the warmt of his mouth, you melted. Your arms automatically went to his shoulders, gently bringing him closer. It started to get deeper. You pulled him closer and closer, until he was laying on top of you. Everything was always so natural between you and Seb. When he realized how far things went, your legs around his waist and his hand under your shirt, he broke the kiss. You two looked at each other and laughed. You had never felt that comfortable in your life. He closed his eyes and was about to kiss you again, when you whispered against his lips: "Make love to me." He left a little "Fuck" escape in return. You stood like that. Lips barely touching. He allowed you to take his shirt off. "Are you sure?" He said as if it was too good to be truth. "No." You chuckled. "But we're always together when I make stupid decisions, have you noticed that?" Before he could say anything in return, you removed your shirt and guided his hand to your boobs. He started to kiss all the way from your neck to your naked chest as his hands worked on removing your pants. He looked at you one more time to make sure it was okay, before removing your panties as well. "Fuck, Y/N..." He said as his lips returned to your neck, filling it with lovebites. "You're so fucking beautiful." "Sebby..." You moaned. "Please. I need you." He nodded and pulled his pants and underwear down, throwing it somewhere in the room. His hands gently touched the inside of your thighs, pulling them apart so he could position himself between them. He entered you slowly and it felt like heaven. You never realized how bad you wanted him for all this years until this very moment. And while he made love to you, you felt nothing but the purest happiness. It was slow, passionate, filled with laughter, and whenever he hit your spot just right, the smiles would be replaced by a few swears, but when your eyes met, you'd smile again. In the end it got faster and messier. Moans filled the room. Seb's name on repeat, it was the only word you could remember. When it was all over, two rounds later - cause you were too sore for more - he held you so tightly, cause he wasn't dumb enough to let you go ever again. "Can't believe we wasted all this time." He said as he spread kisses all over your face. "Can't believe you had to be LOCKED in my house to realize that." You mocked him. "Even if the quarantine is over tomorrow, you're not getting rid of me." He shrugged.                                    

[aqvarius]

HLITF: This is not the Story of your First Night: Soma  - otona love - chapter 2 summary/translation

so i decided to spend the 700pt to buy all 6 chapters of this lol. my love for soma crosses all boundaries and languages and i decided i will get through this no matter how long it takes me. i find it kind of hard to translate sometimes because i have to figure out a lot of context re: pronouns/who’s doing what and also there’s a lot of like ‘vague’/euphemistic language when it comes to some of the more graphic bits haha. also i’m swapping into a primarily second person format because writing about “them” makes me feel weirdly voyeuristic (and somehow writing about “you” is less voyeuristic? makes no sense but i like it more lmao).

i’ve chosen to title this as “this is not the story of your first night” and have gone back and retitled the first chapter post which you can find here. 

i’m thinking of shortening it to “not your first night” but please let me know if there’s a less clunky title that would work.

anyway i’m going to put this under a cut because it is really image heavy! this is a looong chapter and i ended up taking a lot more screenshots because there were so many moments i wanted to showcase. 

click below to read my summary/translation of chapter 2!

soma: “i’ve been looking forward to this day with you”

anyway i just had to share how google decided to translate this next slide bc i’m screaming it’s so funny. 

this is the original slide, which i think is basically saying: smiling as he’s about to make me cum with his fingers, kyokan [the instructor] casually/nonchalantly puts on a condom (😲)

you think, “i was hoping that this day would come too”

((alskdjflsdj they are SO CUTE together))

anyway you get really nervous and there’s a heartbeat sfx which is so funny because there has been no music in this story but there’s suddenly this loud thumping noise. 

“with a whisper [of my name], kyokan slowly sinks himself onto me”

i think this means he’s lowering his weight onto you, sinking onto, rather than into - you at this point.

you moan his ‘name’ (kyokan/instructor) and in response he slowly but firmly spreads your legs and then sinks deeper onto you. 

“ah... instructor’s ..... is getting really hard”

he rubs against your entrance* and your heart is pounding again. also the heartbeat sfx comes back lol. 

*i don’t really know how to translate this part because it seems to be a really evasive way of talking about like “receiving parts” if i’m reading it correctly lol

“n-not there...!”

“his hard, hot tip touched my sensitive bead, my body trembled” 

soma: “does it feel good here?”

((of course it does!!!!!! you know it does!!!!))

you respond affirmatively, and he says:

“harder? or more gentle?”

kyokan you are SUCH A TEASE!! omg i can’t believe this is all happening on the very night he confesses ahhhh. no wonder everyone always says soma is good with women laskjdfla

he tells you not to lose energy this time lol. your sensitive parts are being stimulated and your breaths become shallow... his hot mass, coated in your nectar, slowly enters you. quietly, gently and caringly... he gradually goes deeper and deeper.

“aah... i can feel kyokan’s heat in the core of my body...”

soma: “does it hurt?” 

he is such a gentleman i’m swooning~

so anyway you say you’re okay so he says he’ll give you a little more (!!) can’t believe he’s saying that with that smile ugh my heart can’t take it.

you moan in response and in contrast to your soft voice, his cock [they call it his “that” lmao] powerfully pushes even deeper inside you. 

“sugoi.... it’s so deep....”  

i think that deep down we all knew this, but it’s official that soma is packing lol.

“finally, with the instructor... i’m one with my beloved instructor soma...”

“my heart is feeling as full as my body is feeling pleasure”

this is all so steamy but these two lines made me so emotional~~~ ((they’re so in love ahaslfkjsl my heart can’t take it)) i can’t quite yet figure out how to phrase that second line in as pretty of a way, but basically it’s saying that your heart is feeling full to the same extent as your body is feeling pleasure. 

you both moan each other’s names and you wrap your arms around his back and you’re being embraced, holding on tight to him, and he holds you tightly in return. feeling his pulsing heartbeat, you instinctively become happy. by the way there’s also this random rustling sheets sfx that sometimes pops up that i also find really funny. 

“the instructor’s thrusts gradually speed up to the rate of his heartbeat.”

you start moaning more and he asks:

soma: “too fast?”

you just respond in moans like “nn, ahh” lol, so he asks you again if it hurts, and then his movement slows because he’s worried that you haven’t answered him.

something that i’m learning about soma (as if i didn’t already know) is that he’s always checking in with you. in this case it’s because it’s your first time together but it’s something that he always seems to do and he loves teasing you so i wonder if in the later cases it’s more like light 言葉責め (verbal humiliation?) lol.

you respond no (that it doesn’t hurt) and he says

 soma: “sorry, i don’t mean to be rough-”

but you’re like “no!! don’t stop yet...!” ((she’s having such a good time lmao)) but you can’t say it so you just bite your lip and shake your head

soma: “so it’s like that, is it?”

he’s guessed what you mean and starts thrusting rhythmically again. his long hair sways with each movement of his hips, making your skin tingle even more.

you feel embarrassed that you want him so badly right from the start, but even though you’re embarrassed, you can’t escape the pleasure dominating your entire body. in fact, you want even more. you don’t want him to see your lustful face so you cover your face with your hands, but soma takes your hands and laces your fingers with his. 

soma: “show me the face you make when you feel me”

((!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i can’t handle this, i had to take a short break bc my heart is about to explode)) 

you note that you’re still unaccustomed to this instructor who refers to himself as “俺”** in bed, and then once again he pushes deep into you. 

**俺 (ore) is a more informal/manly way of saying “I”. soma normally uses keigo/polite language when he talks so he tends to refer to himself with 私 (watashi) but when he’s in bed his speech pattern and language changes to be more aggressive/manly.

this is just soma panting/moaning but i love his blush sprite and i always include it wherever i can lol.

anyway, you have a glorious orgasm (which i was too lazy/noob to translate properly) and that concludes the flashback. ((also i'm probably wrong but i feel like the text implies that it’s her first, which means that sex with the ex hajime was... not that great lmao?))

the music comes back now as we return to the present which is nice haha. you reminisce that soma wasn’t as mean/teasing as he is now ((lmao!!!! i knew it)) and feel nostalgic thinking back to your first night. 

you were so embarrassed at him asking you all those questions, but that’s just soma’s kindness.... or so it should be. with that, you get out of bed, reminding yourself that soma is always kind, and go to the bathroom to wash away the remnants of last night ... 

anyway i thought that was the end of this chapter bc i’ve literally been sitting here translating for ages BUT IT’S NOT. 

kurosawa: “nooo~ S [sadism] is sugoi desu ne...!”

it’s jarring to go from super steamy and emotional reminiscing about your first time with soma to suddenly kurosawa lmao. i also finally figured out that the ‘present’ (i.e. not the flashback) is set after graduation when you are already working as a full fledged public safety detective. anyway he tells you that he went to an SM bar yesterday and he was blown away by how amazing S is. only then do you realise what he means by S. 

kurosawa says that the most amazing thing is that their kotobazeme (verbal abuse/humiliation) is no joke. 

i just want to interlude here and say that i wrote this entirely summary completely chronologically and never went back to add anything retroactively and yet i was already talking about soma’s kotobazeme ages ago (and how on their first night he was probably genuinely checking in to make sure she was okay but now probably does it to tease her). i know my man so well lol 

anyway, toru tries to give you an example of kotobazeme and gets all up close and is about to whisper in your ear and then ishigami is like “that’s enough”. 

ayumu: “any more than that and it’ll be sexual harassment” 

soma: “that’s right”

seeing my #1 and #2 faves together is giving me palpitations. 

luckily, kurosawa backs off but then he says that ishigami is good at it (verbal abuse) ... and so is shusuke... and goto... 

goto interrupts him and says “shut up” which immediately proves toru’s point lol. there’s some banter between goto and soma vs toru which i’m too tired to translate bc it’s 2am and i’ve been doing this for hours but anyway goto grabs him by the neck and drags him off. 

you’re left wondering if the public safety division are all like the S types you get in SM bars... and that includes “shusuke-san” too. you ruminate on the word “kotobazeme” and then the next line is maybe my favourite line in the entire chapter script:

“no way... do we naturally do SM play now?!” 

BECAUSE HE’S ALWAYS TEASING HER AND EMBARRASSING HER VERBALLY IN BED!!!!! I KNEW IT LMAO AND IT’S ACTUALLY ONE OF MY FAVOURITE THINGS ABOUT SOMA 

just as you’re realising this, you feel a tap on the shoulder. smiling as you turn around, you get a chill down your spine as you are faced with a slightly chilly 菩薩顔 bosatsu face. i have no idea how to translate this lol it’s like a buddhist thing. i guess it would be that really like... serene face?

soma: “we’re not like that”

he whispers in your ear and..... that’s the end of chapter 2.

wow that was a RIDE. i really hope you enjoyed this super long and fangirly/low quality summary! i really loved this chapter because we get to see that first night where soma was so sweet and caring and loving (although still a bit of a tease), but also we know the theme of this story which is about soma’s verbal humiliation which i’m sure you all know i just adore. and we also get to see some of soma’s moves in bed haha. i’m hoping that in the future chapters we’re going to get some more kotobazeme from soma which i’m so excited for lfakjsdlk what kinds of dirty things is he going to say!! and more importantly, what kinds of embarrassing things is he going to make YOU say?

ANYWAY this took me hours to do this lol and it’s 3am now and i’m so excited to post this and get some sleep. please reblog/like if you enjoyed. furthermore, i’ve set up a ko-fi page here and would be incredibly grateful if you would like to support me for translations and being able to purchase more routes to summarise in english! there’s one where kazuomi from masquerade kiss watches you masturbating which i really want to read and summarise/translate if i have the time/energy. 

click here for chapter 3

[weakeninghope]

Bliss

Pairing: Joseph Joestar/Caesar A. Zeppeli

Rating: Teen

AO3 link here

Summary:  His head was full of thoughts of how badly he wanted to be with his boyfriend. Because despite Joseph ignoring the movie and snoring loudly on Caesar’s shoulder or the brunet’s obnoxious comments, the physical contact was always nice; subtle and gentle touches, warm embraces, shared silences, the steady sound of the other’s breathing… it all reminded him that Joseph was there and that they were together even after two years.   

Notes:  Hello! I'm back! This is terribly late (I haven't missed the deadline, since in my timezone it's the 25th and the deadline was until the 26th, but I wanted to post this earlier) because I struggled with terrible anxiety and writer's block. I wrote a fic and ended up dismissing it because I thought it was complete garbage, so I tried to cool myself a bit and wrote this instead. It's not the best I've written but I hope you all enjoy it (specially my giftee!)

This is the @jjba-secret-santa for @nurseabbacchio! I really, really hope I at least got to make you smile with this <3Happy holidays y'all!PD: please remember that I'm not a native (I'm from Spain) so there might be some mistakes here and there.As always, comments and kudos are much appreciated <3 tumblr: weakeninghope twitter: Shirotxpoison

btw i have some pending requests I’m working on! please be patient, my anxiety sometimes doesn’t allow me to write ;_;

fic under the cut! 

“Caesar, can’t we just watch a movie and cuddle on the couch?” Joseph asked tiredly from his desk. Caesar giggled from his spot on the couch and settled his book aside to turn to stare at Joseph. His green gaze settled on Joseph’s turquoise one. 

Two years living together and Joseph still behaved as a little puppy. They found themselves in this situation almost every night; Joseph came home from work, ate rushedly, barely talking to Caesar, and after that he had to get busy with overdue paperwork. While Caesar’s the first one that would outright enjoy a movie with his boyfriend (well, depending on the movie though, Joseph had the absurd habit of commenting everything on screen) he knew that Joseph had to finish the paperwork first of all things.

“You would fall asleep on me like you do eighty per cent of the times you suggest to watch a movie. That, or you won’t let me hear the movie with your stupid comments.” Caesar responded, stare fixated on Joseph. Caesar had to say that he felt, deep down, a bit bad for Joseph; he had prominent bags under his eyes and looked genuinely tired, and, after all, he’d missed him too. But work comes first.

“Oh, come on! You love spending time with me.” Joseph replied, knowing that  he was, indeed, right. Since they were both busy with their respectives jobs they didn’t get to spend much time together.

“Whatever. Finish your paperwork and then come here if you want.” Caesar said; or maybe he should have punctualized “here, or to bed” since it was already kinda late and Caesar was, after all, an early riser, even when he wasn’t on morning shift.

“Okay…” Joseph grunted tiredly. And with that, he put himself back to work.. Caesar grabbed his book again and proceeded to read again.

Well, he tried.

His head was full of thoughts of how badly he wanted to be with his boyfriend. Because despite Joseph ignoring the movie and snoring loudly on Caesar’s shoulder or the brunet’s obnoxious comments, the physical contact was always nice; subtle and gentle touches, warm embraces, shared silences, the steady sound of the other’s breathing… it all reminded him that Joseph was there and that they were together even after two years. Caesar was really insecure and tended to think that everyone would leave him in the end; his father leaving when he was younger really helped him develop some interesting abandonment issues, and since that point he’d completely rejected commitment and love. He started having flings with people from his work at the bar, one night stands, anything to let him forget the kind of life he was leading. Until this dumbass called Joseph Joestar came to his life two years ago, when Caesar accidentally dropped his drink on his stack of papers, and they got into an argument because who the hell brings important paperwork to a bar at 2AM. 

Since that day Joseph started coming everyday to the bar looking for Caesar claiming a free beverage for the “harm” Caesar cause him. Heated arguments turned into makeout sessions, makeout sessions turned to sex and sex turned to attachment; when he wanted to realize it, Caesar had already fallen in love. He even went to Joseph’s workplace one day to wait for him so they could go to a proper date instead of making out in the bathroom of the bar.  

Caesar turned one page of his book and decided that he’d had enough, he’d go to bed and, fortunately, when he woke up, Joseph would be there, because the dumbass loved to sleep in. When he stood up from the couch, he spotted a sleeping Joseph on the desk.

His drool was leaking from his mouth and he was snoring quietly, he must had been exhausted. A fond smile crept up Caesar’s lips, and the blond brought a hand to Joseph’s hair to comb it slightly. He leant down and pressed his lips to Joseph’s forehead. 

“You missed.” He hears Joseph whisper, and he suddenly lifted his head and pressed his lips to Caesar’s.

The kiss was chaste; probably because Joseph didn’t have the energy to do more, but it was warm and pleasant and was everything Caesar’s wished for; two years together and he couldn’t get enough of the other’s kisses. With that kiss, Caesar decided that Joseph’s paperwork can go fuck itself and helped Joseph out of his chair.

“I think you need a rest. You can work tomorrow.” Caesar said gently, he hoped the other didn’t notice, but he had an endearingly fond smile in his lips; the sight of a half-asleep Joseph almost sprawled out on him had him feeling that he was the luckiest man on the Earth.

Joseph supported his weight on Caesar’s shoulders. “I’d ask you to carry me bridal style to the bedroom, but we both know how this ended the last time.” Joseph giggled, remembering them both falling on the floor in a tangled mess of limbs; laughing and kissing each other without another care in the world. Together. Happy. 

“Yeah right. Let’s go to sleep, you sleeping beauty.” Caesar countered, taking a few steps to the bedroom. 

Once they were there, Joseph flopped down the bed and turned around to face Caesar.

“Caesar.” He called out.

“Hmmm?” Caesar hummed facing Joseph. They were really close, and he could map with his eyes the perfect shape of Joseph’s eyebrows, the curve of his lips, the shining turquoise of his half-lidded eyes. Every single feature for which he fell for two years ago. Every single feature he loves with his whole heart today, and every single feature he will continue to love in the future. Forever.

“I’m the luckiest man on Earth. I really, really love you.” He whispered against Caesar’s lips. 

Caesar smiled and brought his arms around Joseph to hug his frame.

That’s my line he thought, you’re too sappy to be true he thought he should say. But in the end, he settled for 

“I love you, too.”

[cyoza]

come here

hi guys! kind of long author’s note, sorry! 

I found a few prompt lists and on one of them was ‘Come here’ and all I could think about mother and son duo Kory and Gar so I wrote from that angle. 

I looked up the wikipedia page for Kory because I kinda saw some info about her past on the net but didn’t know for sure so I kinda just skim read through it and drew different things that I read. 

I guess its kinda of an au? or non cannon? idk the proper terms I am still learning. But it’s set assuming the Titans have rescued Gar but before all the troubles over

It’s kinda of long sorry, I tried to shorten it so it wasn’t too long but yno it is what it is 

I hope you read and enjoy it! Please like, reblog or comment if you do! Thanks! 

TW: Abuse, Blood & Gore

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The cool autumn air was crisp as it nipped at Kory’s nose, sending sharp shards up her nostrils. She looked over the railings, gazing at the park below as the trees quivered gently, the breeze taking down multiples of amber leaves with it. 

Kory rarely ever felt the cold as acutely as her human counterparts but she had begun to really appreciate such frosty mornings like this one. There was something about the biting gusts of wind that invigorated her. The way she could feel the piercing breath travel completely down to her chest reminded her that she existed - that she was still here despite everything she had been through. As tough as it could be to keep going most of the time. 

The sound of the balcony door sliding open behind her pulled her from here revere. She turned to see Gar standing awkwardly by the door which piqued her interest. Gar was many things: energetic, excitable, enthusiastic but Kory would never attribute awkwardness to him. 

‘Hey, what’s up?’ Kory greeted, leaning on the railing behind her. She could see him battle with himself for a second, his lips pressed in a thin line and eyes unsure before he finally slumped slightly as if reaching a conclusion himself. 

‘Um, actually, it doesn’t matter. I’m just gonna go back inside, don’t worry about it.’ He shook his head with a tremulous smile, his emerald locks falling forward to somewhat shield his eyes. 

He turned to slide the balcony door back open when Kory spoke, halting his movements. 

‘Hey, of course it matters. Come here, tell me what you’re thinking.’ She beckoned him over, making space for him next to her. 

Gar looked at her for a few moments, contemplating his next moves but ultimately made his way over to her, saying nothing more as he placed his elbows on the metal railing. The silence dragged on and Kory let it, knowing that he would talk when he was ready. So they stood together, watching as the gales made sienna tornadoes out of leaves. Minutes went by before Gar finally broke the silence. 

‘I’m sorry I’ve been keeping you guys up. It can’t be fun being woken up in the middle of the night by a screaming teenager.’ He paused, his face vacant and haunted; obviously plagued by memories constructed by his own warring psyche. 

For weeks now, Gar had frequently jolted everyone from sleep between the hours of 2am-3am with blood curdling screams that reverberated through every hallway in the tower. The first few times it happened, all 6 Titans raced to his room panicked over what they might find but it quickly came to their knowledge that only Dick, Kory and Rachel could get near him close enough to begin to get him to calm down. So, eventually the rest of the team awakened but stayed in their rooms and instead got a debrief the following morning so as to not make things worse. Each time, Kory, Dick and Rachel had darted to his room to find him sweaty and glowing a low green whilst mumbling absently about CADMUS. It periodically took them a full hour minimum to settle him so they began insisting that Rachel instead also stayed in bed for fear that the lack of sleep would make her ill, very aware that teenagers needed more sleep than their adult bodies. But as much as they insisted, it didn’t stop the 14 year old from trailing behind Dick and Kory every single night. 

‘Garfield, we would wake up every single day of forever at any time of the night, I promise you. You have no reason to apologise. This isn’t your fault.’ She punctuated her statement by placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, turning parallel to him. 

The action seemed to trigger something in him as his eyes shot towards her, glazed over with liquid. He mimicked her, turning to face her but dropped his head, his gaze to the floor.

‘Thank you for saying that but Kory, it has to be my fault somewhere. The tiger is a part of me and it attacked those people, under my control. I attacked those people. And they’re dead Kory. They’re dead and it’s my fault.’ His head hung lower as he spoke, his hair the only visible part of his head but it was impossible to miss the drops of liquid dropping to the floor. 

Kory’s eyes softened as her heart clenched, completely affected by his words. She, however, could not let it show and instead hardened her resolve as she moved to lift his head up to see trails of tears coating his cheeks. 

‘Let me ask you something, Gar: did any part of you want to do any of those things?’ She enquired, already knowing the answer but also knowing that he needed to hear himself say it. 

‘Wha-No! Of course not! I didn’t even know it was happening until after it happened! But when I’m asleep, it’s like it all comes back to me. Like all I can taste in my mouth is their blood. Like I can feel my teeth ripping through their skin all over again. I can hear their screams.’ He broke off with a quiet sob but continued talking before Kory could so much as open her mouth. ‘The first time it happened, you know with that guy in the asylum, I rationalised it with what you told me, I needed to protect myself, if it hadn’t have been him then it would have been me. And then with Trigon. All times of survival. But I’ve hurt innocent people, Kory, and I didn’t even know I was doing it. But it’s still somehow tormenting me and I don’t know how to get it to stop.’ He collapsed in her arms with a wracking sob, his chest shaking with the force. 

Kory held him tightly as he continued to weep into her shoulder, raking a comforting hand through his hair. She felt slightly at a loss as she listened to his cries, but she hoped what she had to say next would give him some solace. She let out a deep sigh as she readied herself to speak but stopped short when her sensitive ears picked up on the rustling by the door. She shifted her eyes to see Dick standing at the door with his shoulder rested on the frame, still in pyjamas and hair rumpled from sleep. His arms dropped to his sides and he stood straighter as their eyes met. 

‘You okay?’ He mouthed to her. 

She responded with a small imperceptible nod of her head to reassure him but still he didn’t leave and instead stayed rooted in his spot. It oddly gave her a sense of support knowing he was there, given what she was going to say. So, she turned her attention back to Gar, bracketing his face in her hands. His cheeks were still damp to the touch but his sobs had lessened some, now only letting out quiet whimpers. 

‘Garfield, I’m going to tell you something. Something I haven’t really said to anyone before.’ She dropped her hands to clasp his own. ‘When I was younger, I was captured by an enemy ship. They were called the Citadel and we’d been at war with them for years. I was...fascinating to them. They wanted to know about Tamaraneans and in that included physiology. So...they experimented on me.’ 

Gar’s face morphed into appalled shock at her words and when she glanced over at Dick, she found a look that mirrored his. Suddenly she was transported to her youth and was seeing that expression on every person she came into contact with when she’d escaped back home. The insidious slither of victimisation threatening to make itself known but she steeled herself and reminded herself that she was no longer a victim but a survivor. So she continued talking. 

‘I won’t go into the details but it was tough, to say the least. And it took me a long time to even begin to know how to recover. This has just happened to you Gar, it’s still fresh so you need to give yourself time to heal. I know what it feels like to have your body not feel like it’s your own. Like it’s a vessel you exist outside of. It’s something I would never wish on anybody and I am so sorry you had to go through this. But I promise you, it will get easier. Maybe not as soon as you want and you’ll need a whole lot of help but you’ll get your body back and you will feel like yourself again. Perhaps not the you you were before but the you you get to decide to be. The you you get to feel comfortable existing in again...Wow, how many times can I say ‘you’ in less than 10 seconds.’

Gar let out a wounded chuckle, her quip lightening the mood slightly, just as she intended it to. He let go of her hands to swipe his own across his cheeks, drying them with the ruby hoodie he had on. He looked at her tenderly for a moment before pulled her into a tight embrace. 

‘Thank you, Kory. For sharing, for being here. For everything.’ He said, voice thick with emotion and clutching her tighter. 

‘Always, Gar.’ She returned the hug with equal vigour.

The cleared throat from the door had them pulling apart to see Dick smiling softly at them both. 

‘Hey, come on in you guys. Before you get a cold.’ He admonished but was only met with Kory’s rolling eyes. 

‘You know that’s impossible for me, Grayson.’ She chided. Then, she turned back to Gar, ruffling his hair slightly. ‘But you should go inside. Besides, I think I can smell eggs, you should get something to eat. I’ll meet you in there.’ 

Gar gave her one last smile before he shuffled past Dick inside, flashing another at him too. Suddenly, it was just the two of them. Dick strolled over to her and placed his hands at her waist, looking at her longingly as he pulled her closer. 

‘You’ve never told me about that before.’ He stated, no hint of accusation in his tone but rather concern. 

‘Yeah, well it never came up before. Plus you already know what a heinous bitch my sister is.’ She replied flatly, wrapping around her arms around his neck.

‘Your sister? What does your sister have to do with what happened to you?’ He asked incredulously. 

‘She’s the reason I got captured. She gave me up to them to get rid of me but I managed to escape and make it back before she could manipulate her way to the throne.’ She said it matter of factly, as if it wasn’t one of the most damaging things that ever happened to her. 

‘Holy shit, Kory, I’m sorry. Do you want to talk about it some more?’ 

‘Later.’ She leaned forward to peck him on the lips. ‘Right now, I know there are two jelly donuts waiting for me in the fridge.’ She untangled himself from his arms and slipped past him mumbling to herself. 

‘Or at least there better be, otherwise I’m burning this entire place down to the ground. My love for you guys be damned.’ 

Dick trailed behind her, chuckling quietly. He knew they had a lot more to talk about the topic, he could see that Kory wasn’t completely healed from it and Gar was nowhere near but they could take it one day at a time. Seeking help wherever they could. 

[rainbowsntears]

eros *au*

summary ↳ with you being sad and just pleading for comfort throughout the middle of the night, one of your friends secretly calls up someone who definitely tries his best to look after you.

warnings ↳ profanity, but all else is fluff

words ↳ 3093

note ↳ okay so i worked three hours on this, originally i wrote it third person instead of second because i dedicated this short story to my best friend. but anyway, this will be set in 2018 and not the late 1800s sorryyy. honestly i could’ve used finn in this but i felt that with gilbert being the sweetheart that he is, would fit the role better. btw you don’t know gilbert in this imagine. also i had to do a huge amount of research about greek gods and shit so sksksksk. but get comfy and enjoy! love y’all xx

The clock struck 2am, and only more of the silence had consumed your thoughts, breathing hitched as you dug your knees up to your chest with your head laying on top, and wet drops of sadness trickled down your ever so beautiful face. This hadn't been the first time you were like this, nor was it going to be your last. You were just having one of those days where you felt so hopeless and upset at your perspective of life. And no one blamed you, you had been through so much shit, but no one wanted you to stay like this. Mostly every single day did your best friends - Anne, Diana, Cole, Ruby and Jerry - try cheering you up, reminding you that you were loved and cared for because honestly, they did care for you.

You always appreciated it, but with a stubborn person like yourself, there was hardly any way that those words of comfort and love would stay there.

2:06am.

There's no way you were going to bed. You couldn't. You were so sleep deprived that you hadn't even felt your own exhaustion screaming for a long night's sleep.

You were sitting in the lounge in the middle of the semi-circle white couch in your house. You are all alone tonight, seeing as your parents were out on a small weekend holiday together and left you by yourself. With a normal blush pink blanket trying to warm your body up throughout the cold night as you cried. Well, it wasn't the only thing you did. You tried to watch your favourite tv shows, but your gut hadn't been edging for that kind of comfort. But then food came to thought, and although it was a success by the looks of the once container of chocolate chip cookies now being half gone, you still didn't feel the comfort in it, even if cookies were your go-to comfort food.

There was something else that you couldn't quite place your finger on that you needed.

Nothing was able to distract you and your thoughts, you were so in depth with it that the black layer of abyss took over your mind.

That was, until, you heard a loud thump ring through your covered ears, and you alarmingly whipped your head up to see what it had been. But nothing seemed to be out of place, shockingly.

Only if you forget about the part in which you heard a squeak of an, "ow!" follow after the thud, and that's when your heart started to race.

With such delicacy, you stood up straight and tiptoed to where a baseball bat rested against the front door. (Yes, you have a baseball bat to use as a self-defence weapon for times like this.) Gently taking hold of the bat, you started to move to where the thud had been heard - which was the guest room, what a surprise its window was right next to the front door so the intruder must have found it the easiest way - and with one inhale, you unlocked the door and swung it open.

There, a boy dressed in a loose long sleeve white shirt and black jeans with black boots stood in front of the open window. His hair a dark brown but his gentle hazel eyes were right on yours.

And they widened once they caught onto the bat that you had prepared to hit.

"W-What the fuck?!” You exclaimed at the stranger, lips pursed as you stared down the boy standing right in front of you. "I have no problem hitting you with this bat if you don't tell me what you're fucking doing here!"

The unfamiliar brunette opened his mouth, immediately raising his hands up in defence even though he looked incredibly scared with the sight of a human trying to hurt him, "Okay, okay! I'm sorry! I'm not an intruder, I can promise you that," He pleaded, gulping loudly, "look, I was told to come here."

You didn't move your angle on the bat, but you did feel your eyebrows knit together in confusion, "Who told you? Which psychopath told you to fucking come here?!” You shouted, tightening your grip on the bat more and the boy inhaled sharply.

"I-I can't say, but please listen to me," He tried to softly say, one hand resting on his chest as he looked at you with such begging eyes. And he sighed in relief when he saw you roll your eyes, nodding your head away to say that you were listening. "I was told by one of your utmost friends to come here and look after you, for tonight."

You blinked your eyes rapidly, but you weren't going to question him as you saw that he hadn't finished speaking.

"I came from Mount Olympus, I'm one of the Greek Gods...uh Eros that is. Ya know? The God of love. But you can call me Gilbert."

Then, your exhausted self let out a bitter laugh, tilting your head back at what ridiculous words he had been saying. You even had to clutch your chest at some point, "Dressed and acting like that, no you aren't. There's no way you are a Greek God, Gilbert."

Gilbert was now confused, how could you say such a possible thing about him when he was being honest? "I-I'm not lying, I swear! I'll even prove it to you!" He replied in defence, chewing the insides of his cheeks as he allowed his arms to drop on either side of his body. And to his luck, you had yet again nodded your head, with an iconic eye roll added to it.

So he did prove it to you.

He clenched his fists, closing his eyes as he focused on one thing and only one thing. He felt them moved around through his shoulder blades, and he only hissed just the slightest as Gilbert finally came to the edge of his added part to his body.

It hurt like hell, but the look of awe you had on your face was purely Heaven.

And Gilbert sighed in relief as he watched the bat slip out of your hands and drop to the ground.

"Bloody hell, are those real?!" You exclaimed as you raced over to get a better look at the white angelic wings that shone right before your dancing eyes, and you let your jaw drop when Gilbert nodded his head. "Can I touch them?"

Gilbert had never been asked this question before and he squinted his eyes, it's not like he'd been given this call before, considering only one human knew about his role in life.

Well...now two.

He shrugged his shoulders, "If the idea to do it will bring happiness to you, then it is my pleasure." Gilbert smiled assuringly at you as you darted you eyes between him and his own pair of wings. And so you walked around him so you had been facing his back, looking at the wings with so much desire and awe, raising your still shaky hand up to the top of the right one and gently dragged your fingers down. They felt so gracious and like feathers, except stronger and literally built with love.

You were only half way, but quickly pulled your hand away in fear and squeaking out an apology when you saw and felt Gilbert flinch and the wings move inner together rather than out and free.

"Sorry, I didn't know I was so ticklish there," He replied, and he heard you chuckle from behind him before you walked back so you were facing him again. You gave him a judgemental look, and Gilbert gasped, "don't give me that look, young lady/man! I haven't had someone touch my wings before." He added in defence, crossing his arms as you laughed even more.

Oh, your laugh was so beautiful; the voice of an angel. Gilbert adored it.

Then, you let out a sigh, "Look, you've proved me enough now. And we can talk about whatever the hell you're doing here," You finally stated, looking up at Gilbert’s facial expressions. He had been smiling widely, and he nodded his head frantically before you took hold of one of his hands softly and dragged him out of the guest bedroom and to the lounge room.

You didn't know what it was, but the moment you grasped your hand into his, it felt too amazing to be real. They fit perfectly into yours, and they were soft like silk. Not only that, but the sudden comfort you felt in them had you feeling better already and you liked that bubbly and sparkly feeling in the pit of your stomach.

"So, you're here to look after me, right?" You started up again once you sat right back in the same spot that you'd been in for the past late hours. Gilbert sat right next to you, sitting mainly at one of the ends of the lounge, with his wings resting up on the armrest as he sat crossed legs.

Gilbert shuffled around so he was comfortable enough, "Yeah, a lil' birdie told me life has been hitting you rough and were in desperate need for some company because they felt like you weren't getting the right comfort." He said, tilting his head to the side only just the tiniest bit to listen on for what you would say about it.

You so wanted to know who this anonymous person was that Gilbert kept talking about, but you sucked in a deep breath either way, "I mean, yeah life is shit for me. With the death of someone really close to me, and just basically everything...I-I don't know. I feel so useless, like-like I'm not that important. And I hate the feeling but I can't help but let it consume me, you know? I have my family, and friends with me by my side and looking after me but..." You paused sadly, letting your head drop as you fiddled with your fingers in your lap. "I still just feel so god damn lonely."

Gilbert’s face softened at the sight of such a sad person with an empty heart, "You aren't lonely, sweetheart. It's the fact that your heart is empty because the love that you need is missing. I mean, I'm not human, but living in the human world I've tried so hard to understand what it must be to lose someone like that." He genuinely spoke, leaning forward so he could place his hand on your shoulder, tracing his thumb in circles as his gaze never left your face. "But, this is what I'm here for. To make sure you feel better, and feel comforted, and to give you the love that you need."

You sniffled quietly, rubbing your face as you looked up at Gilbert, "H-How many other people have you done this to?" You asked curiously, "Has it always ended up a success to make them happy?"

"Oh, Y/n, aren't we both in for a surprise considering you're the first person I've ever done this to. And probably my only person." Gilbert answered, "It's too dangerous for me to become some kind of magical therapist as the Greek Gods are only to be known as Myths. I fear that humans may try and do something dangerous if more enough find out. That's why this is our secret."

"And what about the person who told you to come here?" You questioned gently.

Gilbert smiled, "They've sworn their life on me to never tell a soul, and they've done such a great job for such a long time."

It was weird, at first you had been smiling back at him - only a small and fragile one that truly showed off your delicacy - but you were looking too long into his mesmerising eyes that suddenly, tears started to well up in your eyes and your smile dropped, lips trembling as you looked away from him. "Why the fuck am I crying?" You spoke between sobs, tears uncontrollably cascading down your cheeks as you sniffled here and there. "I-I wasn't even doing anything, I was just-"

"-That's because it's working," Gilbert cut your shaky words off, feeling sorry for how much of a mess he had made but thankful enough to know that he was making you do this. "It's all for a good cause, love."

You frowned as you rubbed your face even though tears only came more and more, "How is making me cry such a good thing?"

"Well, if I'm going to be giving you all of my love and care, we'll need to get rid of all the negative and bad feelings first, don't we? Because they'll stay there and continue to hurt you, and we don't want a precious girl/boy like you to keep feelings those." Gilbert responded, now putting his arm around your first shoulder and resting upon the one furthest from him and rubbing it gently.

You felt like you had been crying for ages now, allowing the Greek God to get rid of all of the negativity that tortured your heart to be thrown away far far away for you to know that it was gone.

But, now, with a heart full of completely nothing, you were confused as to what to express at this moment. "What happens now?" You asked, your voice low and strained from the sobs that ruined your voice even though Gilbert still thought it was beautiful.

This is the part that had him worried though, he didn't know if the next step to the magic would work, "Now, you are to be kissed with the lips from a God of love." He spoke formally, remembering his father Ouranos and mother Aphrodite once telling them that when telling him his powers to give love to someone. It was quite a cliche thing, but being in a family in which love was such a normal but powerful thing that they took care of, it was understandable. "A-Are you okay with that?" He now spoke modernly, still getting used to the slang in the English vocabulary.

You weren't able to feel anything at that moment, with your heart being empty you really weren't able to express any emotions. But to be kissed by a Greek God sounded so romantic and beautiful, and if you were going to get better, you didn't mind kissing a handsome and perfect man like him. "Yes,"

So Gilbert sent you an assuring smile before he cupped your jaw with his free hand as he now kept his other arm on the first shoulder like previously. And there, he caught your wet red lips - from the tears - with his, only kissing you softly.

You didn't know how, but you could feel it.

You could feel the transaction of Gilbert literally giving your empty heart the love that it was aching for. It was a blissful kiss first of all, but it really did feel so magical and unbelievable. You loved it.

You loved it.

Oh, it was the first emotion that you felt out of all the positive ones that made your body whole once again.

So when Gilbert pulled away with short breaths leaving his lips, he watched your lips dance up into a wide smile, and that was the moment that Gilbert knew it had worked. The Greek God felt accomplishment, and he even felt that in his heart.

2:48am.

You finally let a yawn slip through your mouth, and Gilbert breathlessly chuckled at your small gesture, "Someone is tired,"

"Thanks for pointing that out, Captian Obvious.” You sarcastically remarked back, only hearing Gilbert laugh more as you rubbed your face, exhausted from tonight's events. You went to grab the pink blanket beside you as you cuddled it around yourself, shivering slightly from the cold temperatures around the room, but Gilbert hummed as he took hold of the blanket and off of you, earning a confused yet irritated look, but he only placed it on the coffee table, "Sleep with me instead, I promise you that you won't be needing the blanket. I'm like a walking heater," He suggested.

Now, you couldn't say no to Gilbert, especially for all that he had done for you tonight and so you softly smiled at him before nodding your head, "I like the sound of it." You said, looking at the brunette boy's smile turn even wider as he then took hold of two cushions - to use as pillows - on the lounge and placed them at the edge of it before the armrest, only to lay himself down on the lounge and he opened up his arms for you to cuddle into.

And you did exactly that, cuddling in with him and already loving the warm and comforting feeling of his presence. You started to close your eyes with your smile still lingering on your face, "Thank you, Gilbert. You have no idea how much better I feel." You whispered into his neck, nuzzling your head into it more.

Gilbert had one of his arms wrapped around your shoulders like he was doing when you two were sitting up, the other one intertwined with your hand on his chest. "That's what I'm here for," He whispered back.

You were just getting to sleep, but then your eyes immediately opened up when Gilbert quickly apologised as he lifted his upper body up a little bit and you wondered what he had done, seeing as though you were tilted up a bit as well.

Only did you answer your own question as you watched two white wings lay on top of the two bodies, suddenly becoming a blanket for the two of you, and it only made you sleepier and warmer and cozier with the delicate sensation resting on top of you.

Gilbert looked down at your expressions, hearing a satisfied hum leave your lips and he knew he had done his job. So he closed his eyes himself, knowing that he'd pretend to sleep because he would have to leave once you fell asleep. "Goodnight, love." He said one last time, pressing his lips onto your forehead and you murmured back a "g'night", and Gilbert wished he could have been like Chronus and controlled time; stopping the perfect scene right then and there.

So as you and Gilbert laid there, another awoke girl watched you two from the top of the stairs.

And Anne sighed in relief, knowing that she could trust Gilbert to do his magic and look after you.

[lady-une]

BSD Ch4

Here it is guys! I wrote this on the plane and the rest of it at the airport during my layover in Denver. You finally get to see what Mino and Seungri are up to. You get to get a peek into Jiyong’s thoughts and feelings. I really hope you like this. As always please like, follow, and share. Help me reach someone who doesn't know i exist in the tumblr sea.

He thought their love was eternal, that nothing would be able to break them apart. He put his trust and faith in the man he loved with all his heart. The one man he thought would never hurt him, did it in the most horrific way possible. How will he move on, having to see the man who broke his heart day in and day out. Having to see him smile and look at another the way he once did him. If had known this was his destiny all along, he would never had started on this path to begin with.

Word count: 3330

Theme: Angst

Rating: Mature, SMUT, Drinking

Pairing: Kwon Jiyong x Seungri

Master List

Chapter 1

Seungri followed behind Mino into the dimly lit restaurant. The two walked up to the hostess booth surprising the younger girl working it, her mouth hung slightly open and her eyes were wide. It didn’t help when both men smiled at her as they waited for her to come to her senses. When she finally did Seungri requested a private area for the two and she grabbed a couple of menus then lead the way. As they order their dinner Mino inquired about how the music video was coming and Seungri lit up with the gentlest smile, it was quickly becoming Mino’s favorite thing.

“The MV is coming along and it’s so nice to be back together filming again. Plus, it’s a song that the fans have been requesting.”

“I’m glad you are having fun, you seem brighter today then the other day.”

“Last night was just what I needed. I hadn’t had that much fun in such a long time.”

“Then we should do it more often.”

“We should, but I just don’t know how much more time I will have once things really get going and then we will be doing the tour.”

“Then while we can let’s just enjoy the time we do have.”

Seungri grabbed his wine glass raising it to clink it with Mino, this is what he really needed. A friend who understood the demands of the his career but also supportive and an ear to listen to him.

After dinner Seungri thought of just going right home but Mino had talked him into coming back over. Walking into Mino’s apartment Seungri slipped off his shoes and was about to slide on the guest slippers when Mino stopped him.

Mino walked over to the closet and pulled out a small blue bag handing it to Seungri. Seungri opened the bag and pulled out a pair of slippers that had little white horses being rode by a prince on them.

“Mino you didn’t need to do this.”

“I know hyung but I wanted you to be comfortable while you are here.”

“Well I love them.”

Seungri placed the slippers on the floor before sliding them on. Wiggling his toes he was able to take in their plushness and knew they were soft, the new slippers were pretty comfortable compared to the guest slippers.

Going over to the couch Seungri sat down as Mino went into the kitchen to grab two bottles of water out of the fridge prior to joining Seungri on the couch. Reaching for the remote Mino turned on the TV pulling up the next episode of the drama the two had started the night before.

After they finished the first episode of the night Seungri was so hooked that he knew it was going to be another long night of binging. Turning to Mino he asked if it would be alright if he stayed the night again, Mino happily told him that he was always welcomed to spend the night. The two men got up and went into the master bedroom where Mino pulled out a set of sleeping pants for both of them. Seungri began undressing pulling his pants off before pulling the sleeping pants on. Mino would be lying If he didn’t find the elder man attractive, watching him move with his muscles flexing made Mino blush with inappropriate thoughts racing through his head.

When Seungri pulled his shirt off Mino had to quickly look away so that his blush wouldn’t be seen. Yet turning away didn’t help as he was now watching Seungri change in the mirror. Mino swallowed the saliva that was beginning to pool in his mouth. When Seungri turned to lay his folded clothes on the chair in the corner Mino noticed the purple mark on his shoulder.

“Hyung what happened?”

Mino turned back around and walked up to Seungri tracing the purple mark on his body. Seungri’s flesh broke out in goosebumps at the man’s touch. Seungri closed his eyes enjoying the younger man’s gentle touch, it had been too long since someone had touched him with such gentleness. The last man to have touched him ended up breaking his heart in the end.

“Hyung?” Mino softly called out to him.

“Oh its nothing, I think I bumped the table harder than I thought when we were wrestling around the other night. Don’t worry it will fade, I bruise pretty easily but they fade quickly.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been that rough.”

“You weren’t, I can take a good amount of pain. Now come on and let’s go back to our show.”

Seungri turned around grabbing Mino’s hand and dragging him back to the living room. He needed to be in a safe space and distracted before doing something he wouldn’t be able to take back.

The two men got comfortable on the couch with blankets and pillows before starting the next episode. By the time it reached 2am Seungri was slowly losing the battle against sleep. Looking over to Mino he held back his chuckle, the younger man had lost that battle and was already in a deep sleep. Small snores filled the room when Seungri turned the TV off. Laying down on the couch his feet intertwined with Mino, Mino moved around slightly before shoving his cold feet in between Seungri’s legs causing him to shiver.

The next morning Mino took Seungri to where they were finishing up the MV shoot instead of making his manager come out to get him. Outside sucking on a cigarette with a cup of coffee in one hand stood Jiyong. Jiyong noticed that stupid black sports car the second it turned onto the lot. Clearly the maknae had not gone home yet again! Jiyong thought as he watched car drive up. Watching the car pull up to the curb he puffed hard on the cigarette, he knew he couldn’t be feeling this way. Everyone was right he had made this choice and he had to live with it, but why was it so hard? The passenger door opened and out stepped Seungri, Jiyong had expected him to still be wearing the same clothes as the day before but this time he was in fresh clothing. Fresh clothing that was not his! Jiyong knew every article of clothing Seungri owned, he had gone on more than one shopping trip for him and had organized his closet to help with picking clothes for the day. Jiyong doubted that Seungri had gone shopping recently, he wouldn’t have had time. So where did these new clothes come from, where they Mino’s? Where they already this close?

“Thanks for the ride.” Seungri said to Mino as he bent down in the doorway.

“No problem, have fun today and we can talk later.”

Seungri smiled before standing up and shutting the door. Turning to walk towards the door of the recording set he finally noticed Jiyong who was smoking. Seungri had to hold back the ungodly sound he wanted to make, Jiyong was very attractive when he was smoking. The way his cheeks hollowed out when he sucked in and the way his neck looked when he would tilt his head up to exhale the smoke.

“Good morning hyung.” Seungri said as he walked up to Jiyong with a smile on his face hoping that he hadn’t been caught checking him out.

“Another sleep over with your fun boy?”

“Still in a pissy mood I see.” Seungri squinted his eyes as he hopped every bit of his statement sounded as sassy as he was feeling. He was so tired of Jiyong and his moods.

“Watch that tongue.”

“I will do what I want and say what I want.”

“You still need to show respect.”

“That I do but seeing as no one is around us I am going to treat you with the amount of respect you deserve.”

“He better have not marked you again. The one from the night before should be fading by tonight. We don’t need any more issues.” Jiyong knew exactly how long a mark would take to fade on Seungri, he had left so many on him in the past after all.

“Whatever.”

Seungri ignored whatever Jiyong was set to say and rushed off to get ready. The day was spent reshooting parts, and additional B footage to fill in gaps. It wasn’t going to be that long of a day shooting but right after they were set to go do a radio show interview. Once that was over with Seungri was looking forward to going home and relaxing, dealing with everything and Jiyong’s moods were just too much for him.

Arriving at the radio show the guys all crammed into the small room. Jiyong sat next to Seungri, Seunghyun sat on the other side, followed by Daesung and ending with Youngbae. They all had on bright smiles and a cheerful tone. The host started off asking how the comeback album was coming and Daesung answered that it was going really well, that they were excited for the fans to hear it. Next the host asked Youngbae how it was being a first-time dad and an idol. Youngbae laughed a bit and admitted that it was tiring but he loved every single minute of it. Next was the question directed towards Jiyong about his girlfriend, he asked how things were going and if Youngbae being a dad had him wanting kids. Jiyong lit up and said he loved when Youngbae would bring his son around, that he loved kids and very much wanted kids of his own someday. The host then asked Seunghyun if he was dating anyone and Daesung laughed saying the only one Seunghyun was romantic about was his art collection. Everyone had a good laugh, Seunghyun did love his art but probably not as much as he did Daesung. The way he looked at him when he thought no one was looking reminded him of the same way Jiyong looked at Seungri. The last question was directed at Seungri, he was asked how things were being back and if he had planned on dating now.

“Now that I have finished my service I feel like I can finally date freely and not feel bad about leaving my partner on the outside waiting for me. I hope that I can find someone I can build a life with just like my hyung. It’s safe to say that any man would want to have a family, right now I just want to build my career and business up as much as possible so that when I do start my family I can provide for them.”

“Are you seeing anyone or do you have anyone you want to confess to?” The host was really trying to dig for information.

Jiyong who had his hands in his lap turned to look at Seungri raising his eyebrow. A part of him wanted to know the answer to this question as well. Seungri in his playful panda like way covered his face with his hands acting bashful before denying that he had one in mind. Jiyong smiled before turning towards the host where they finished the interview talking about the album and their thoughts on a tour.

After the interview was over everyone loaded up in van before heading back to the studio. Seungri pulled out his phone sending a text to his manager letting him know he just wanted to go home and rest once he reached there. Everyone was talking quietly while Seungri laid his head on the window and closed his eyes. He had stayed up way too late last night and knew he needed to get more sleep.

Once they arrived at the studio Seungri waived and said his fair wells before jumping in his managers car and heading home. Everyone but Jiyong was also heading home, true to his perfectionist self Jiyong was going to stay and work on the album some more. Walking into the studio he had run into the man who was slowly starting to annoy him with his presence.

“Good evening hyung.” Mino greeted his elder with a bow and a smile.

“Mino.” Jiyong acknowledged him with a head nod.

“Seungri went home?” “Yes, he can’t always be out causing problems. Besides shouldn’t you be working on your own stuff? How is it you have so much free time to be distracting him?” Jiyong was starting to get annoyed.

“I just happened to be able to move some things around to make time for him. Isn’t that what friends are supposed to do?” Mino challenged him with a raised eyebrow.

Jiyong glared at the younger man, “Yes they should and thank you for being a good FRIEND.” He made sure to make a strong emphasis on the word friend, Mino needed to know his place.

“Of course, boyfriends should also make time for their partners to make sure they are cared for and to listen to them when they have problems. After all, once you love someone you have to go all the way and not cut corners or end things because you don’t feel like things are enough. I don’t understand how some people could end things with their partners because they are afraid of what others would say or because they are no longer enough. People like that are kind of selfish don’t you think?” Mino smirked as he saw Jiyong’s eye twitch, he knew he was being too bold, but he hated how hurt Seungri was because of Jiyong.

“Listen here boy, you need to know your place and stay out of things you don’t know anything about.”

“If it concerns someone I care about I’m making it my business to make sure they aren’t hurt again.”

“Yes well if you really cared about someone you wouldn’t leave little marks on their bodies. That’s poor taste.”

Mino looked at Jiyong with a puzzled look, a mark? He thought, then remembered the mark on his shoulder.

“If you are talking about the mark on Seungri’s shoulder he said it would fade quickly.”

“Whether or not it would fade doesn’t make it ok to mark him like that.”

“I will admit I was kind of rough with him, I was just so excited and lost control of myself. I mean he did say he could take a bit of pain and he was enjoying himself too. So I don’t see what the problem is.”

Jiyong was starting to see red, how bold was Mino willing to go? To openly talk about their sexual relationship to the man who was with Seungri for the longest pissed Jiyong off. “Just don’t do it again.” Jiyong seethed out.

“Well if Seungri says no then I won’t, but if he wants to then I will have to give him what he wants. He deserves the world, and if I can give him a bit of it then so be it.” Mino looked down at his watch before looking back at Jiyong, “Sorry but I really have to go now. Have a good night hyung.” Mino said before pushing past a pissed off Jiyong.

Jiyong stormed off to his work area and attempted to get some things done but with the way Mino had talked to him he was having a hard time concentrating on his tasks. The image of Seungri and Mino tangled together with Mino sucking on his skin was causing his anger to raise. Jiyong slammed his hand on the table before slamming his laptop shut and grabbing his things to leave.

Jiyong jumped in his car driving home a little too fast, he knew he should slow down but his anger had control of his mind and he just wanted to get home and take a shower. When he reached his apartment parking spot he aggressively slammed on the breaks before throwing the car into park. Slamming his door shut he stormed up to his apartment, anyone walking by him would never had imagined that the man who was radiating anger off him was the same man they saw on stage. Jiyong didn’t care if anyone recognized him, his mind just kept replaying everything with Mino and running scenarios through his head.

Once in the safety of his apartment he threw his jacket at the wall causing it to hit a vase toppling it off the table. The sound of the vase crashing to the ground did nothing to quell the anger that was racing through Jiyong’s veins, instead it had the opposite affect fueling on his anger. It felt good to break something. Walking passed the broken vase on the floor he went to his room and started tearing the blankets and sheets off the bed. Throwing pillows around the room caused a lamp to fall to the floor, picture frames to flip over, more loud crashing that fueled his anger. Grabbing the pillow off the floor he proceeded to slam it repeatedly on the bad trying to get out all of the anger in him. Anger for Seungri acting the way he was, as if he didn’t care if things got messed up. Anger for the fact that Seungri still had a hold of his heart. Anger for Mino who was moving into the place he had vacated in Seungri’s life.

When Jiyong finally felt as if he had no energy left in his body he fell onto his bed breathing heavily. Closing his eyes, he tried to calm himself down before getting off the bed and walking into his closet. He knew he needed to shower before he started cleaning up the mess he had made. Grabbing some sweat pants off a hanger he went to reach for a shirt to pull it off but dropped the pants on the floor. Bending down to grab them he noticed a small bag full of clothes next to a box. It was the bag of clothes from Seungri’s apartment. He had completely forgot about putting them away.

Taking each article of clothing out one by one he began folding them up when his had pulled out a shirt, it wasn’t his. Jiyong recognized it right away, the matching shirt still hung in his closet somewhere. Pulling the shirt from the bag he raised it in the air turning it over, the small Jerry peeking out from the pocket on the right side the shirt caused a wave of emotions Jiyong had not felt in such a long time. Bring the shirt close to his face he took in a deep breath, it still smelt exactly like Seungri. Tears started springing to his eyes as he buried his face in the shirt, small sobs rocked his body as he started mourning the loss of his relationship. Pulling the box out that sat next to the bag he opened it up for the first time. Inside the box laid pictures on top of pictures along with mementos from trips they had taken together. Jiyong reached inside pulling out the pictures, some were old back from their debut years. The pictures varied from group photos to intimate ones. Jiyong found the one he was looking for, it was a picture of Seungri sleeping on the bed when they had gone on vacation together. His sleeping face was lite up by the bright sun that was shining in from the open window in their hotel room. He looked so peaceful that Jiyong couldn’t pass up the chance of snapping a picture to remember their trip with. Clutching the pictures close to his chest he continued to cry for the man he had pushed away. Only did he come to his senses when he heard the main door unlocking and opening up, the voice of his girlfriend calling out to him had him placing everything back in the box and putting back in the closet. He had made his choice and there was no going back.

NEXT

[gryfstmne]

the story just for hypnoslaves2

he had grown tired ;

 so damn tired of the life 

tired of the endless rounds of bar hopping and quickie one  nighters  and awkward social functions with the other gay clubs.

 he wanted something different ,

something to relieve the tedium 

something to really invigorate him

 from the long bouts of loneliness

 that drove him back to take what he could get  at 2am closing time. 

and searching the net for pictures of men he could never have.  

 going through the more kinky and bizarre websites and groups was a habit seeing what men would do to themselves was a source of fascination and revulsion 

but it did keep his interest from dying to the lowest embers. 

then he saw a message in one of the groups . 

"at the lowest part of my life ,he found me 

.i always felt lonely ,lost ,last in a fixed race .

 now , finally this   hypnoslave one."

 "hypnoslave one?", he said to himself ." shouldn't that be won? 

and how could a slave be under hypnosis if they are asleep?

 wouldn't moving wake him up?" 

he looked up the profile and saw that the guy lived in a small suburb right outside of town. about 40 minutes away . the photo was of a 40 year old man ,wearing a leather vest ,a collar ,a skull cap like a biker would wear tied at the back of his neck  and chaps.

 he was well muscled and wore that leather like a second skin. 

he had a closely shaven beard  and a diamond studded earing. 

but the most fascinating thing about him 

was that he had such a gentle accepting look about his face 

that you could tell he was happy .

full of that something ,

few people ever find for more than a few minutes at a time..

 from the picture you could tell he was looking up 

at some shadow  of a man 

 that smile and absently thoughtful look ,

you could tell ,was for the man who was just out of camera range. 

.only the shadow left to see as a clue. 

it looked like he had found a glimpse 

into what he was missing and couldn't put a finger on ,

 and this sexy leatherman had it.

it was written on his face :fulfillment . 

on an impulse, he hit the instant messenger button and wrote hi 

he got a hello back and he asked the leatherman about the message .

 the leatherman told him about his past and how his life changed 

once he met and moved in with his H.M. 

I truly envy you " , he wrote back to the leatherman ."

 it sounds like you found yourself a perfect partner.

 i could use something more permanent like that myself ,

but it never seems to work out for me."

 "I can sympathize. i've been there.

 if you truly think you need more than a one night stand in your life ,

then come on out to the house.

 H.M. and i can give you a few pointers on changing your life for the better .

you can see what H.M did for me

 that made me so much better than i was then."

 "bye the way , call me H.S.  it's my initials."

 H.S gave him directions 

 to their house and said they would be waiting for him . 

he thought it through, after signing off his computer. 

he knew there was always the risk ,

that they were psychos or cultists or some weird thing.

 but the idea of being with a sexy leatherman like that and seeing 

what it was ,that gave him that spark in his eyes 

was something he couldn't let go. 

besides he thought , his life was stagnating as it was .

maybe there is something there ,that could help bring back the passion 

to his life .

 curiosity was eating at him too ,

about what that shadowman,  H.S. really looked like

 that made leatherman H.S so fucking happy 

the traffic was murder ,almost literally , 

as road raged little old ladies cut him off and truckers  almost rolled over him 

but he finally made it.

 at the end of a culdesac ,

 taking up the whole circle was a huge brick and wood mansion ., 

it dominated the area .

 the next houses down were about 10 car lengths down the street .

almost is if the mansion bullied them or scared them into retreating.

 he rang the doorbell and heard windchimes from the  button. 

the leatherman , H.S , answered the door and invited him inside. 

H.S took him on a short tour of the house 

and then led him

 down into a back hallway. 

He was impressed 

by the grandeur of the place 

and asked when he would meet H.M

 "not for another few minutes " H.S replied ." 

he has to finish up a few more things before he can join us .

 but it won't be long ." 

"What do you two do for a living to be able to afford all this ?" he asked H.S

 I generally keep house, and do the maintenance , and work around the house but ,let me show you 

what really pays for it all. 

H.M specializes in making things

 to fascinate people. 

making someone pay attention 

to his works is his joy 

and it pays very well, indeed!" 

with that, he opened a door

 and waved me in to a large study. 

what an amazing place! 

there was a chandelier ,sparkling from the ceiling  

and it was reflecting the light 

to crystal pieces 

 like prisms in all different shapes,

 hanging in various places on the walls and the tables. 

there was a comfortable sofa in one spot

 and 2 comfortable overstuffed chairs 

around a glass and oak wood coffee table 

with another of those prism sculptures in the center. 

there was a crystal decanter  

and clear glasses off to one side table 

and an intercom,

 and a set of black polished marbles,

 suspended by  chains   through them  on the other table.

 H.S had me sit down

 in one of the chairs and he took the other, 

as we talked ,he told me that H.M could hear what we said 

through the intercom

 so ,he wouldn't have to miss the conversation

 while he finished up his work, in another room .

 H.S  led the conversation back onto my life and experiences 

in the home (apartment) 

family(mostly moved away or gone)

 and job(too many and too varied to go into detail here)

 and my poor excuse for a love life. 

while i was talking ,i couldn't stop looking around the room. 

there were little reflections of me 

 and this sexy leather stud,

 mixed with the lights 

reflecting in every  crystal in the room .

 it was like,

 i was surrounded

 with little leathermen ,

everywhere i looked. 

H.S. gave me a glass of water

 and we relaxed and talked .

 it was so comfortable 

just being there with him ; 

like i'd known him for years.

 just looking into that handsome face  

who was really interested in me  

and seeing it reflected everywhere  

was a huge ego boost for me.

 i didn't notice the time was passing

 (it was so good being there with him) 

but it must have been hours .

 i noticed a light come on

 on the intercom 

 and H.S,  got a pleased look on his face .

 he told me that H.M only had one more thing

 he had to do 

then he would join us .

 H.S gave me a wink and said 

 you want to see H.M at work ?

 i said sure , and set the glass down

 in preparing to get up.

 H.S. waved me back in my chair and said 

relax. you can see it all happen from here.

 i settled back while H.S lifted one of the black marbles 

and let it go in a pendulum swing .

 it knocked into the other marbles 

and set up a rhythem . 

click ,click, click, click 

as they swung back and forth..

 H.S said "watch this "

 and he flicked a hidden switch. 

the lights dimmed out 

and in the chandelier  ,

what looked like hundreds of little multicolored flames 

flashed on and off in a random pattern . 

it looked like christmas tree lights of living colored flame

 reflected everywhere there was the crystals.

 it was like you were surrounded 

by fairie will o' the wisps . 

it was incredibly beautiful .

 you could imagine

 the click ,click  ,click 

of the marbles 

was the flames whispering to each other. 

H.S waited

 for the full effect to reach me 

and then told me

 we could hear  the master  dictating 

through the intercom

 and it was a special treat 

to listen in . 

H.S. touched a button 

and this rich textured voice ,

the kind that gives you  shivers of pleasure  

all the way through, 

came from the intercom. 

i was too fascinated by the lights 

to notice H.S had said "the master" 

and i heard that voice 

 timed perfectly  

to the clicks ,

 " the flame that burns so brightly

 and moves so light and quick 

 that entrance you with their movement

 as they sway and flick 

 that make you long to relax

 and watch them dance  

without a thought 

as to where next to catch a glance 

 as you hear them 

click ,click ,click,

 and listen to them sound  

as you follow along 

as they slowly draw you down 

 into this enchantment 

as you take your rest 

 and listen with wonder

 and you feel you have been blessed  

to belong to this fairie heaven ,

 the dancing of the spheres  

what you have always longed for , 

has been found only here  

and you give yourself over 

to become more 

than a poor soul  dwindled 

 and you are now ready

 to be reborn 

,a flame rekindled 

 chosen to follow the lights

 given to the path

 for only a precious few 

 forever bonded with me 

as my hypnoslaves , number 2"  

[blissfulparker]

Relax||p.p

Parings: peter parker x goddess!reader

Warnings: fluff

Summary: over the time of peter staying in the tower he has taken comfort in (y/n) and one night when peter feels like he can’t take it he goes to her

A/n: part 2 to slowly falling in love, also this is shit but if y’all want a part 3 then just say something.

It became no secret that you and peter slowly became lovebirds, you both hung out all the time. Peter had been in the tower for over a month now and had only joined you on one mission. You could tell that this was a lot for him to take in, you could often hear him gently cry at night because this was so much. You liked him, yes, but you were afraid of losing him so you never really wanted to tell him how you felt.

Peter felt the same, he didn’t like you though, he loved you. Peters heart would flutter every time he saw you. He loved the way your chocolate brown curls would bounce as you walked. he loved when you were in the lab and got frustrated so you would talk to yourself and bit your lip. Oh god how he loved your voice, when you would just talk to him he found it so soothing and relaxing.

You found things to love about peter as well, you were always the first to jump up and ask him about his day because he told you the greatest stories, he was one of the smartest people you had known, when you two were in the lab he’d be so focused on whatever you both were doing he’d just start to sing out of the blue.

On this particular night peter couldn’t sleep and neither could you. Although, it had become a habit for you to stay up late for reasons you would never tell anyone. Peter would toss and turn endlessly but not once get comfortable in his own bed to fall asleep. You did the same, except you laid there and stared at the ceiling fan letting thoughts just pass though your head.

There was a gentle knock on your door causing you to get up and walk over to it. Once opened their stood peter, tired slugged over peter. His eyes were bloodshot red and his body was hunched over begging for sleep. He had tears stained on his cheeks and his hair was all ruffed up. You could tell he needed you, he needed someone.

You hadn’t said anything, neither did he. You grabbed his hand and pulled him to your bed, your satin baby pink sheets that were cold but now that peter was there they were warm. He laid on the left because he knew you loved the right side.

You ran your fingers up and down his bare torso and laid your head into his chest listening to his heartbeat. It was slow but not too slow, but once you placed your hand on him it speeded up just a bit. He wrapped his arm around your waist and placed the other in your hair which was pulled up into a bun.

“I’m sorry, (y/n)” he whispered as he let a tear roll down his cheek and hit your skin. God, how he loved the feeling of your skin.

“What’s the matter, peter? Please, I want to help.” You responded as you moved your hand to wipe his tear away.

“I feel like a little kid all the time, I feel as if I don’t deserve to be here. I feel like you don’t need me and I’m just a distraction to you...” and he went on for a solid ten minutes just telling you everything whist holding you in his arms. You’ve never fallen so much in love until now. Until him.

“Peter, I love you.” You said once he fished his long speech about how he felt. He was shocked as were you for saying That aloud.

He didn’t say anything at first instead he kissed you. He did it with such passion and love you’ve never felt the feeling before. He was your first kiss, you had spent all the time in the tower that peter came and just swooped you away. He pulled you in closer than possible wanting to feel all of you as you had both kissed. Once he pulled apart for air you both rested foreheads breathing in union.

“That was my first kiss.” You said making him chuckle. He ran his thumb over the lips he had just kissed to make sure they were real.

“(Y/n), I’m in love with you.” He had told you with a smile on his face as he leaned back in to kiss you once more.

His lips had left your lips tracing your jaw and then going down to your neck. He had wanted to get as much as possible from you without hurting you. He had left a purple mark on your neck on accident. He claimed that he now could show you off as his. You had done the same but without the mark being left on his neck. The best part to the both of you was no touch, no kiss, no look was sexual. Everything was real and everything was love.

“Are you relaxed, parker?” You asked as you ran your fingers though his hair.

“Beyond relaxed.” He had responded pulling you into his chest so you can listen to his heartbeat once more. You could hear it sped up this time. Because of you it had sped up.

-

Morning had hit and the sun had rose and came in though your window. It was bright enough to light up your whole room causing you to rise out of your slumber. The very first thing you noticed was that peter wasn’t there, instead he had seated himself outside on your balcony. He had a coffee cup next to him and what looked like unfinished homework spreaded out In front of him.

You had left your room to go to the kitchen to get coffee yourself. You had completely forgot about your night activity with peter and the mark he had left on your neck. It wasn’t big but it wasn’t small either. When you walked into the kitchen Natasha’s head was the first to snap and notice the mark.

“Oh my goodness, did you burn yourself trying to straighten your hair-“ she cut herself short once she realized what it was. “Are you and peter a...oh yes this is finally happening!” She said pulling you into a hug. “Wait That was your first kiss too wasn’t it?” She asked happy for you.

“Can you please not shout you know how the others will get and peter is already terrified of Bucky.” You said to her as you poured coffee into the pale gray mug.

“Right sorry, I just...oh how I’m so proud of you!” She said hugging you one last time. She was like a proud mother in the moment.

“He said he loved me.” You said stirring the sugar into your coffee and smiling to yourself as you told her.

“Well the boy does look at you like your the only woman he’s ever laid eyes on.” She says as she continued with her cooking for the rest to wake up to.

“What is happening? Am I supposed to feel this way? All bubbly and giggly? Last night he said he loved me and I swore to the gods that I felt something inside of me bloom.”You explained to her as clearly as you could.

“It just means you love him.” She smirked at you.

You’ve never loved anyone like this, yes you loved everyone in the tower. You loved Tony, Natasha, Bucky, Steve, Wanda, and everyone else. Peter was a different love, peter was the love you wanted to talk to at 2am about your day. Peter was the type of love that you can feel just by thinking of him.

You walked back to your room with your mug to see peter still on the balcony. He was aggressively flipping though pages of his chemistry book and had a pencil ready to write. He didn’t even notice you coming out to sit with him. It was formulas he was trying to memorize, he had spoken of his finals week and this must have been it.

“You wrote it backwards.” You told him as you picked up a practice worksheet. Erasing the formula to rewrite it.

He stopped to look up at you once, “how do you know that?” He asked as he placed his pencil down and grabbed the worksheet from you.

“Peter, I know just about anything you could think of, here let me see your work and maybe I could help you.” You said but he shook his head and went back to doing his own thing.

It’s not that he didn’t want help, he needed help he just refused to let you do it because he thought it’d be a waste of your time. You looked down at your fingers tapping them gently against your mug. You but your lip thinking of something to say to convince peter to let you help.

“Maybe I could quiz you-“ he cut you off not wanting to hear your offer.

“(Y/n), I’m fine,Okay? I don’t need you to come and pity me because you think I’m some dumb mortal who can’t figure anything out. I just need to work out these formulas and then Spanish and then we can hang out okay?” He told you and that made you angry. You didn’t want him to think of you as someone higher up.

“I never said you were some dumb mortal and you know what, I don’t want to help you anymore if you think I’m here just to make you feel better. God, peter I thought we had more than just being each other’s therapist.” You said as you got up and looked at him. You had the look on your face that would make anyone fear you in a second and you could see your reflection in peters eyes. You started to storm off before turning around and saying, “oh and by the way, I can speak 54 difference languages and Spanish is one but I guess you wouldn’t want my help in that either.”

Peter was astonished as to what he did to you. He made a promise to himself that he wouldn’t get you mad or sad. He felt bad but he didn’t want you to feel bad for him or anything that is why he pushed you away in the moment.

-

The day had gone on and you had stayed away from peter. He tried to search for you though, he wanted to apologize for his actions. He felt so bad he even went to the store and got you cute little bath bombs and other small gifts. You on the other hand had felt guilty for lashing out on peter and decided to go rent movies and get snacks so you and peter can relax for the night.

It was about 8:00pm when you faced peter again, it was in the living room and you both stopped to stare at each other. He started off first with his apologies and then you went and then you both argued for a solid 15 minuets about how you both were in the wrong.

“I thought you could use a bath because you deserve to feel for yourself sometimes.” He told you as he tapped his foot slightly.

“I got movies and snacks so you can relax because I know how much school means to you.” You told him as you looked into his eyes.

You both felt at ease with each other. Calm and apealled with one another. Peter had tried to get you to do the thing with your eyes that lure people in, since the others told him it’s like looking into heaven and seeking everything you wanted. You couldn’t do that to peter, he was too precious for it.

-

You both lied on the couch, peter in your arms resting on your chest, you laying against the back of the couch wrapped in white comforters and fluffy pillows. You sat and watched some movie series that you’ve never seen before for hours. He loved the way you ran your fingers though his hair. He loved the way your breathing pattern was soft and delicate compared to his. What he loved the most was when you traced your fingers up and down his biceps just to feel them.

“(Y/n)?” He asked shifting his head to face you.

“Yes?” You respond in the same question format.

“Can you do that trick everyone talks about, the one where you lure in people-“ you had cut him off before he could finish. He begged like a little kid in a toy shop

“Peter I already told you, no. It’s too dangerous.” You said honestly. It was truthfully, you could open a region for him he’s never seen before and plus the others claimed to experience nightmares after.

“Just for a millisecond! Please, it sounds so cool and the others have said it’s like a paradise when you do it.” He told you placing his hand on your neck hoping to seduce you into doing it.

“Did they tell you about the gods that vist them in their sleep giving them nightmares? It did Bucky say how he was afraid to go to sleep for 2 days? Peter, I won’t do it. It’s dangerous of an after effect.” You told him pushing his hand away.

“Less than a millisecond?” He asked one last time.

“Get up.” You told him as he agreed and sat in front of you. You carefully placed your fingers on his jaw tracing it before saying, “to make it enjoyable, I need you to relax and open your mind, think of things that you desire. Think of things you need.” You told him as he nodded his head already felt as if he’s in the trance.

So he did, he let his mind go and you did your thing. He felt as if he was in paradise, no better than paradise. He saw you, beautifully Their and right in front of him. He wasn’t in queens anymore nor were you, you both stood in a meadow with tall grass and warm sun hitting your skin. He was happy, he thought that was his happiness until he snapped back into reality.

“How did you- that was amazing!” He said to you as he wiped away tears and hugged you.

“You feel relaxed?” You ask him as you pull him off of you.

“Of course, my angel.”He told you as he fell back into your lap and you continued to play with his hair. With that he fell in love with the woman who was a goddess but just a beautiful soul.

[soul-wellness]

40 days Resurrection Fasting

Wisdom comes when you come to know that you don’t know much about the mystery and truths of the universe. This moment of realisation is the beginning of your journey in seeking to be divine for we have been made in the image of God. 

Jesus fasted for 40 days and nights in the Judaean Desert before the angels ministered to him. It was also 40 days from Jesus’s resurrection to His ascension. The magic number 40 is the period of transformation from conception to birth for a new born. 

Furthermore, Noah was in the Ark for 40 days and forty nights until the earth was cleansed of a sinful world before a new beginning. Moses was on Sinai for 40 days, receiving the 10 commandments and he was in the desert for 40 years until he freed the Israelites from slavery into a new existence under the covenant. 

And so too will I fast for 40 days just with water. It was with a desperate need to go home that I give my total surrender into a holy mind and heart so that the soul may rise into light. My daily bread will be His words, reading the bible, listening to uplifting Christ songs, watching movies of Christ and meditation. My need to transform and transcend into a new spiritual soul rose above cravings for food, outings, activities or celebrations.

If you haven’t fasted before, please do a trial of 3 days with just water. On the 3rd night, have light bland soup. Too much flavours too soon will make you sick (as I have found out). Listen and feel your body through the changes. Master your mind and cravings. Know that you will not die from not eating solid foods. Feel empowered over this mastery of your mind and body for YOU ARE NOT THE BODY. YOU ARE NOT THE MIND. Set an intention of what you would like to know from God. Ask questions and listen. 

Leave 4 weeks in-between before doing the 40 days fasting. Note that from a blood test I was iron and vitamin D deficient so I still took these as recommended by my doctor through the fasting.  

Week 1 Fasting: 1st June 2021

Make your intentions clear of the person you wish to be after the fasting. Visualise yourself physically and spiritually what you’d like to transcend into. For me, I was ready to commit myself to Christ and do his work which was to heal people.  

Drinking water and coconut juice to get you through the hunger and also add some energy to be able to perform your usual duties such as work, chores and looking after the family. Your bowl movement will slow down on the 5th day and on the 7th day you’ll feel weak and have a brain fog. Drink a cup of almond or soy milk. You can add non caffeine chai and make a hot tea with a bit of honey. This is how I got through the first weak of fasting whilst looking after two robust gorgeous boys 5 and 4 years old. I still had to cook, clean, do the washing, get them ready for school, drop them off and pick them up from school, take them to after school activities, do grocery shopping and wake up 2 times a night when they called out for me. As a family, we still entertained friends at our place with me cleaning, grocery shopping, cooking, serving and washing up. We also went out to restuarants to which I sipped on tea whilst feeding the kids. There was no temptation greater than my spiritual journey. Let your thoughts for food come and pass. Just remember that you can have all the food you want after 40 days. I can remember getting hungry once but I filled it with His words from King James Bible and beautiful songs about Christ.

Revelations: Through meditation and visions, I saw half of Jesus face. I see myself as a prophet healing people with Jesus standing behind me doing the real work through me. No one else can see Jesus so people thought that it was me. Know that I cannot do anything without God’s divine hand. In my dream, I see landscape changing from majestic mountains to deserts and I know that one day soon, I shall travel and heal. Jesus gave up his life for love on the cross. He gave up his life for us so that our souls may awake to find him. So too shall I live my life for love - for all. Another revelation was knowing that I had paid all my human debts. My last karma was to nourish and take care of my husband and two boys which is my present moment. I shall saviour this incredibly sweet time and make it the most memorable for my family before my journey outside of this circle. 

I was seeking for peace to which they responded by telling me to go inside (of myself) and find God’s voice. I have known Jesus’s tone for decades. His voice- always gentle, patient, kind and divine. 

I also dreamt that I was behind a stong thick heavy metal gate or cell and my husband was on the other side. Twice I bent down to pick up something that was thrown near the base of the gate; money or food, I am not sure. This was telling. I needed to break free and fly. 

Week 2 Fasting. Self Creation 

My body felt more comfortable now, shifting into a new habit of not eating solids. I have lost weight but sometimes that’s a good thing. I’m focused on doing some self care and self creation. The soles of my feet and tips of my fingers have been so rough and peeled from chores and neglect that dried peeled skin were catching on clothes and bed sheets. My face was dry, dull and wrinkled. I did some face masks with fresh aloe vera from the garden, dyed my greying hair and soaked my feet in magnesium salts. 

I created a business in health foods of health balls and self care bath scrubs. I sold these to retail store Whitton Malt House and friends. I hope to support my future travels and healing work with the business and pass it onto my sons. 

From a dream, I’ve decided to go full time pescatarian again. I had been a pescatarian for a couple of years but ran into some health issues part time vegetarian. I dreamt that I was crouching with a lion in the weeds then the lion pounced on a buffalo. I watched as the lion tore the other animal in pieces, chewing and swallowed bloody flesh. all of a sudden, I felt my teeth sink into raw animal flesh and downed meat drenched in red. I had become the lion but still with human consciouness and started dry reaching.  

We have so much food options now that it’s unnecessary to kill animals for meat or produce. This is about self creation and choosing new habits to live healthier and kinder to yourself and the universe. 

My husband who is a doctor had been reasoning with me to eat since I started due to future weak bones and organs shutting down ‘where are you getting your vitamins from?’. Jesus was taking care of me but the badgering was exhausting me. 

Revelation: God wrote a message in my dream after one of those  ‘I am. I am waiting.’ This was my God who guides me and gives me instant peace and assurance. This is your God too. Just listen. You’ll hear Him. Because He hears You.

The next night my message was ‘Be still. Know me and reveal me’. This came after my restless mind got caught up in creative projects and domestic family matters.

The following night they reiterated ‘Your mind is like a twig’ when still my thoughts jumped from social media, to friends, messages and other things. I had to refocus and get back to God.

Week 3. Recommit to the path. Priortise love for Jesus, Family and consciousness. You must know and really feel that your life is full to enable transcendent. That you have everything that you have ever wanted to experience as a human being - love, friends, children, travel and career. Your cup is overflowing. There is no more desire apart being with God.

‘God take me with you. Show me where to walk, I will follow’  

This week will be tough. You’ll stop going to the bathroom and have probably lost about 5-7kgs. You’ll be impatient, light headed without much energy. You’ll be tempted by Satan, it’s real. In a dream, Satan said ‘Come with me, God is not helping you’ to which I replied ‘I am with God and God is with me’.

Weak and feeling strangled at home with domestic chores, I went to spend a night alone at The Whitton Malt House, I indulged in reading King James Bible, Meditations by Thomas Moore, Return To The Centre by Bede Griffiths, John Paul II and Jesus and the Apostles by National Geographic. I meditated through the night as well. About 2am, came the realisation that the transcendent to enlightenment was actually the un-creation of the created self to return back to light and love in the original form when the word was spoken. My troubles at home were in fact my fault in not honouring each of my boys (sons and husband) for who they were. I had been imposing on these souls my righteous ways on how and what they should be - controlling, rendering, manipulating, conditioning, disrespecting, unkind, rude and yelling. All to which were resulting in anger, disappointment and causing disharmony in the home. I had been brought up this way that I wasn’t enough and needed to strive, be more and have more in order to be happy. I was bringing up my children the same way and expected my partner to be more too.  

With this realisation, my body started to purge out the pain, tension, desperation and ugliness of it all. It didn’t stop till daylight. It got me thinking then, how to uncondition the way that we’ve been raising generations after generations of children who are not enough that was aligned with this spiritual path. It was simple. Just leave their souls alone. They come fully aware ancient adult souls into this world. We all come into this world to return back to light and love. It was my job as a mother to nourish them so that they may live long enough to get to know their soul and re-establish their relationship with God again.  No-one is judging you but you. No-one is judging me but me. I had forgotten how to play with life and my kids. My children were in eternal play every single moment. It was I that imposed on their freedom and joy to be on time for a schedule I had made up for them. I lived in other people’s timeframe, other people’s moments and not the present moment of my children nor mine. I have the power to create peace and calm within the home without authorisation-ship and influence. I wanted a way in, not a way out.    

No one needs to be anyone but themselves. Life was simple. Life was love. That’s it. Everyone has come back to be loved and return back to love.  

Resurrection of the soul was building your own temple within yourself. No members, no institution, no law and authority over anyone. The only law was love and forgiveness. The only word to be obeyed was God’s words. 

I emergeged with the morning, lighter, peaceful, healed and resting in love and light. There was no thunderous moment of realisation. Just a silence from God to allow me to choose and feel that moment of bliss.

The message from this first attempt was to uncreate yourself of human expectations to return back to your light. You are enough, you always were. 20 days fasting completed. I aborted the fasting. I had to eat in order to sustain a level head to look after my family. I needed a break through on how to fast without loosing my mind and have energy to take care of my boys.  

[dearmybts]

Shy  |Part 1|

Word Count: 4k+

Genre: Future smut+ Fluff+ Angst (a little bit) Dom, Dancers AU! Park Jimin!

Summary: It’s hard being in the big city trying to make it big but when you meet the guy who’s supposed to be your cute, mysterious neighbor (Park Jimin) at your dance meeting what’s going to happen? Who really is Park Jimin?

A/N: I’m sorry I went on a long hiatus but I’m back! By the way I wrote this at 2am so forgive me if there’s any errors.

 Moblie Masterlist

|Part 2|

“Y/N spin faster! Why are you so slow?” The dance coach furrows her eyebrows frustrated at the scene that unraveled before her. 

“Faster, faster, faster!” she yells as her face turns blossom red and the vein that lays underneath her jawline threatened to pop. You spin as fast as you could as your toes screaming for you to stop before they give in. You bite your lips attacking the nerves that lay within them to hold in your rampant of pain. The music serenade as you dance to the beats twirling and jumping to satisfied the woman leaning against the wall. 

One twirl, two steps, three jumps until your muscles cramped in a senseless way and finally it betrayed you. In a second, you fell to the ground twisting your left ankle in the process. The pain hit you the moment you see the red tint of color forming on your ankle. Your coach rushed over instantly taking a look at your injury. Her eyes narrowed at the small bruised, she stood up and let out a long sigh.

“If you keep this up, you’ll never be ready. You won’t ever be good enough to play the main part in this play. I suggest you give up now before it’s too late.” Her words made your eyes widen as you turn your head to disagree. Your hands supporting you as you stand up to plead for another chance. 

You knew that your performances have been lacking and you’ve been practicing nonstop to get better but you just couldn’t. Your coach has always been hard on you and ever since you were picked to be the main female dancer in the new project, she put more pressure on you. You cursed under your breath, not at her but yourself for not being able to be a better dancer.

“I can work harder, I swear.” You grabbed her arms with pleading eyes earning a glared from the woman. You swallowed the tears that threatened to fall and the pain that still burns and whispers perilous warnings to you. Her face fell to a concern expression, wondering if she can hold onto your verbal promises or not.

“I can do it, please coach.” Your fingers pressed harder onto her skin and you knew that this could be your chance for a big break or the end of your dancing career. You knew it was hard work and you knew that you had to give up many things but you didn’t care and you definitely wouldn’t let any small injury stop you from being the star on the big stage.

You watch as she stifled out a sigh and walked to the back of the room packing her belongings. 

“We’re done for today. You have to be able to keep up with this or you’ll really lose your spot. We’re meeting the male main dancer tomorrow, be ready" 

Without another word, she exits the room and you finally collapse to the ground. Deep sighs left your lips as you wipe your sweaty cheeks. You have to do better to secure your role that was every dancer’s dream. To be on a big stage grabbing every one attention and mesmerizing them with your dance. 

It was your dream since you were a little girl and you gave up a lot to be here. You left home to be in this strange and large city knowing no one and having no connections. You gave up meals to save money for art school and to pay rent. You gave up being with your loved ones back at home to be here. Now that you finally have the chance to make your parents proud, you wouldn’t let it slip through your fingers that easily.

~

You walk down the street of the old neighborhood as the city lights start to flickers. The apartment building that you somehow manage to find lay a couple blocks away. The cool wind blows on your bare legs as you stand in front of the multi-apartment building. You remembered when you first saw it through a flyer. You had just arrived at this city, just hopping off the bus you saw the advertising poster pinned to the walls at the bus station.

It’s a bit old but not too shabby plus it fits in your small budget. It was close to the art academy you got into and the neighbors are old folks that lived there for years or students who can’t afford something better like you. 

“Hey Y/N!” A voice snapped you back to reality grabbing all of your attention, you can recognize this voice anywhere. 

“Hey Jimin” You turned around to greet the tall figure giving him a little smile.

“Tough day?” he returned with his warm one that made yours wider before he grabbed the handle of the door and opened it to let you in. 

“Thank you and somewhat..” You let out a small sigh before pressing the button of the elevator. 

Park Jimin, your cute neighbor next door that you befriend with after so many times of awkward greetings in front of your apartment. You don’t know anything about the guy but every time you see him your conversation last a little longer, and the air you swear is different when he’s around lingering around you more. 

He comes home as late as you and wakes up earlier than the sun. Maybe that’s why you always bump into him. His hair disheveled from waking up and forgetting to brush sometimes humor you but you also thought that it was cute. Sometimes you would catch a pair of eyes looking your way late night when you go out on the balcony next to his for some air. He’s quite a reserve, don’t really talk about himself much. He always asks about you and everything he does is gentle.

A gentle voice, gentle gestures, gentle expressions but you always wondered if he’s hiding his aggressiveness somewhere underneath that flawless skin. You always wondered if his little nice guy image was just a front to fool people. 

You knew that would do you no good but you sometimes just let your fantasy run wild. About his thick thighs that defines through his tight black jeans, the veins that runs from his hands to his forearms, his pale neck that display a salivating view every time he leans his head back as he stroke his hair or the sweat absorbed hair that stick to his forehead when he come home out of breath late night. 

It sure wasn’t healthy for you to have these thoughts every time you see him. It just heats your cheeks up in crimson red and the worse part is you knew he notices. 

“If you need anything, you can always talk to me. I’m just next door” He said as he walks beside you to your door. 

“Yeah, I know. Thank you" 

Your eyes find his face as his eyes crinkle up in a crescent shape. A wide smile as he takes a step closer to you. He leaned down forwards to your face making your heart skip a beat. He lifted an arm up to pick out a piece of small leaf that tangles in your hair. A step backward chuckling as he covers his mouth with the back of his hand. A gesture that always mesmerizes you and his laugh that always made you lightly chuckles along. 

“Goodnight Y/N” Was the last thing he said before he entered his apartment. Left still in a haze, you finally let off the breath of air that you didn’t know you held in the whole time. 

~

You woke up to the sound of the alarm clock ringing in your ears. Your eyes snapped open to check the time. 

8:30 AM

“Shit” you cursed. 

You were supposed to meet your coach and the male dancer in the practice room at 9 AM. Realizing you were going to be late, you picked yourself up and ran to the bathroom. 

Putting on a pair of Jet black legging and a thin tight basic black shirt as you shove a toothbrush in your mouth.  You pulled your untamed bed hair in a messy bun trying to look as presentable as possible. You didn’t want to leave a bad impression on the person you’ll be working with every day. 

~

“Dammit!” You cursed as the elevator door rings. You ran out the open door towards your practice room 15 minutes late … great!

You took a deep breath and open the door of the room ready to be yell by your coach. 

“I’m so sorry” Your head hangs low as you apologize. Your gaze stayed on the floor as silent of conversation washed over you. 

“Y/N come over here and meet your partner. You’re already late, you don’t want to be any ruder” Your coach stern voice reaches your ears as you slowly bringing your eyes to meet the person in front of you.

Your eyes widen as you meet contact with the familiar figure. 

“J-Jimin?” You asked in shock.

“Hey Y/N” Jimin smiled as his crescent-shaped eyes confirmed you that you’re not dreaming.

“What are you doing here?” You whispered

“What do you mean what he’s doing here” Your coach interrupted you as her impatient face scrunch in confusion and her arms wrapped around each other in front of her chest.

“He’s your partner and the most talented male dancer our company have right now”

“Oh…” Was all you could let out.

“It seems that you guys know of each other?” Your coach continued.

“We live in the same apartment building” Jimin turned to face your coach with a quick explanation as your nodded in agreement.

“Ok, well let’s get practice started since you’ve met and know each other” Your coach claps as you walk closer to Jimin.

“I didn’t know you dance” You whispered just enough for him to hear.

“I’ve been dancing since middle school; I guess the topic never came up.” He shrugged his shoulders as his lips pulled into a light smirked.

“I guess there’s a lot I didn’t know about you” You walked past him to stand in your position.

“I guess you’ll have to learn” he whispered in a sultry voice into your ears making your eyes widen. You turned your head to face him and when you did Jimin sent a wink your way making you snapping your head to face away blushing in embarrassment.

You swear his actions and voice was nothing like his usual innocent self.

Your coach went over basic steps and moves of the songs you and Jimin will be doing together. The moves were intimate, maybe too intimate as you pictured them in your head. Just the thought of it make you lose your focus. Your eyes always end up traveling to Jimin face, his serious expression instantly changed to his soft one every time he caught you staring. 

You couldn’t move as smoothly as usual and you couldn’t express the dance you’ve done a billion times because of him. Your cheeks flushed in crimson and your head feels heavier every time your body clashes with his. Bodies swinging to the beats of the songs and you let Jimin leads you. His hands hold you by your waist moving you to his liking and his face merely a couple inches away makes you hold your breath the entire time. Your first practice went on like that for a couple hours until your coach was satisfied.

“Alright guys, great work! We basically went through the whole song so starting from tomorrow you guys will be practicing it. I’ll drop by to check up throughout the week. I want you to build more chemistry, I want to see expressions and not just dancing. Work on that, I want good result when I’m back next week.” You both looked at each other before nodding in understanding. Your coach left in minutes as you are left alone in the room with Jimin. 

You packed your things in silent before you felt a presence next to you. Jimin stood beside you with his bag on his shoulders. 

“Do you need a ride?” he stared at you.

“Umm… It’s okay, I can take the bus, thank you.” You said quietly as you finish packing up. 

You actually wouldn’t mind going home with him but you’re somewhat timid.

“If You think you’re a bother, you’re not.” He said bluntly. 

“O-oh of course not, I wasn’t thinking that.” Your face turned to him, wide eyes, and taken back.

“Perfect then, let’s go.” His smile curved as his eyes formed his infamous crescent shape.

He walked ahead as you follow along behind stumbling over your steps, reliefs he didn’t see you being such a clutch. You’ve never really spend more than 10 minutes with Jimin whenever you get the chance to see him so you were very nervous. It’s obvious that you’re attracted to him and when you try talking to him, your voice denied to make a coherent sentence or never failed to stutter. You knew Jimin was gorgeous and such a nice guy but for him to be a dancer and one that you work with is something you never thought of. 

The ride down the elevator to the parking lot was filled with a tense silence that seems like only you felt. Jimin looks comfortable and carefree, occasionally throwing you a sweet smile or a wink which didn’t help with your loud heartbeats that you were hoping he didn’t notice. After getting into his car, he immediately reached for the CDs that are stacked in the compartments. 

“Do you listen to music?” he looked your way then back down as he shuffles through the CDs collections.

“Mainly classics but if I’m in the mood classic rock.” 

“Queen?” He asked

“That would be lovely,” You said timidly, granting him a small smile as his eyes sparks in interest in return.

He pushed the cd in the player and you begin to feel a bit relaxed as the music starts. Unconsciously, you begin to hum to the music and Jimin couldn’t help but chuckles at your cute actions making your cheeks heat up.

“His voice is great, isn’t it?” He spoke as his eyes remain on the road.

“Perfect” You replied. “I didn’t know you were a dancer, and one of the best the least”

Jimin smiles at your compliment and turned his head to the side to look at you for a quick moment.

“I don’t know, I just never really thought it was a big deal or thought you would like to know about it.” He shrugged. 

“Of course I do, and we work under the same corporation as well. Now I think about it, I really don’t know anything about you.” 

As you finish the sentence, Jimin pulled the car into parking mode in front of your shared complex building. 

“Would you like to join me for dinner later? I would love to tell you all about myself then.” His lips pulled to warm smile as he waits patiently for your answer. 

“At 7 then?” You boldly said as you get out of his car. Jimin laughed at your sudden boldness, as he’s used to your timid, shy behavior. 

“I hope you like pasta” He winks and with your farewell smile, you began to walk up the steps.

~

7 o’clock hits and you’re in front of his front door. You’re showered, dressed in a loose sweater dress not trying to dress up or dress down with minimal makeup. You took a deep breath before you knock three times on the door. In a moment the door is open revealing a Jimin is a thin material white shirt that doesn’t leave too much to the imagination paired with a paired of sweats that make him look hotter if that’s even possible. His hair still slightly wet from a recent shower and your mind wonder what he would look like with wet hair and completely naked. 

“Ahem, Y/N to earth. Are you there?” You’re snapped out of your daydream as Jimin waves his hand back and forth to get your attention.

“U-uh sorry…” Your heat steaming from both the embarrassment and the forbidden image of Jimin in your head.

“Would you care to come in?” Jimin said in an amused voice, you knew he knew. 

He knew how nervous you are despite your effort to cover it. He knew what you were thinking about and he seemed to be amused, he didn’t wear this body-hugging shirt for no reason. He’s in love with your reactions and the way you get flustered around him with just a simple look. You’re so innocent and all he wanted to do was to ruin you in the worst way.

“Of course, thank you” You enter as your eyes wander around the apartment. It didn’t seem any bigger than yours but it’s super neat and decorated in simple color. 

“I guess you’re a simple guy” You let out as you look investigate some more with your eyes.

“I’m not a flashy guy I suppose, water?” He brings a glass of water next to you and you take it with both hands. 

“Dinner’s almost ready” Jimin announce as he jogs back to the kitchen to get it ready.

“Thank you” You take a sip as you come closer to the accent drawer by the window that is decorated with pictures of who you supposed are his close friends and family. You picked up a picture of the sea and Jimin with 6 other guys surrounding a truck as the sunset. 

“Pretty…” You mumbled to yourself, but it didn’t go unheard.

“Ah… They’re my closest friends. We used to all dance together in middle school up until college. It’s a shame I’m the only one that pursued dancing, but we still keep in contact and they’re living well as lawyer, doctor, and I heard one of them even became a worldwide renowned artist.” He chuckles as he takes the picture out of your hand.

“You love dancing” You turned to face him.

“With all my heart, and milady our dinner is ready.” He took your hand and guided you to the dining table that was set without you noticing. 

“Wow” You gape in awe as Jimin brought out the food. 

“Please help yourself” Jimin sat down as he begins to pick up his fork.

You guys ate in silence for a bit only sparing each other’s quick glances here and there. 

“You must have questions” He abruptly said as he wipes his mouth with a napkin.

 “Oh yes, how?” You said in a curious voice. “How did I not know? It’s like you’re a different person I met.”

Jimin only laughs as he takes a sip of the water beside him.

“I mean we only meet each other here and there and our conversation didn’t last more than 10 minutes, how much can a person know from such a short amount of time?”

“I guess.” You nod your head.

“This is why we needed to get to know each other and not just a hi and bye,” He said with a smirk.

“Yes” You couldn’t stifle another word as he stares at you intensely.

“Are you done?” He asked as he abruptly stands up to grab his dish and yours after you nod and you quickly stood up following him to the kitchen.

“No, no, let me do the dishes. You already made such a wonderful dinner.” You reached for the dish out of his hand but he’s fast to retrieve it before you.

“It’s okay, you’re my guest besides I can’t get a lady hands dirty.” His tongue pokes out to sweep against his lips before he continues to put the dishes in the sink.

“Can I at least dry them?” You suggested. 

Jimin looks at you for a good minute before he simply nods and thanks you for your help.

He washes the dishes in silence as you dry them with a clean towel. Just as he hands you the plate to dry, your clumsy trait kicks in and it slips right through your hand. The plate drops to the ground and scattered everywhere. 

Dammit!

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry” You quickly bend down to retrieve the broken pieces and as you pick it up a sharp edge pierce through your skin spilling blood out of your fingers.

“Y/N are you ok?” Jimin immediately reaches for your hand not even caring about the broken plate. He caressed your hand, examining the wounded spot before putting it in his mouth. Your eyes widen as he sucks on your dripping finger. His mouth so warm and plumb against your skin and you can feel his tongue twisting and curling around your finger. You face burst in crimson and you feel like you’re about to explode. 

“I-I’m so sorry, I’ll buy you another one. I’m causing you so much trouble, I’m really okay.” You’re soo embarrassed you just want to bury yourself in the ground and die. 

Jimin released your finger as his eyes reach yours, you notice the slight drop in his eyes and you can’t take your eyes off his plumb, red stained lips.

“What a clumsy girl you are,” he said in such a hush tone you wouldn’t be able to hear it if your heart beats any louder. 

“I-I…” you stuttered as you try to retrieve your hand but Jimin forcefully kept it in place making you unable to move. 

You can feel his warmth as your hand encased in his only make your cheeks redder, you probably look like a ripe tomato by now. You begin to chew on your lips out of habit whenever you get nervous.

Jimin begins to lean in close to you, so close you had to hold your breath.

“Stop biting your lips like that before I can’t control myself” 

You let out a breathy sound that sounds like a small moan and Jimin grips your hand tighter.

“What a bad girl” he let out in the sultriest voice you ever heard. You couldn’t believe your ears as you try to comprehend all his words.

“I tried so hard…” He continues “So hard to be a gentleman and contained myself, but I guess I can’t. You’re driving me crazy Y/N, why are you so soft around me?  Why do you always get so flustered? It makes me want to possess every part of you.” Jimin confessed. 

You can’t seem to believe his confession, but you couldn’t deny the extreme attractiveness you have for him and the tense, lustful air that fills the apartment right now. 

“I-I don’t know what to say, I…” words escape your lips as Jimin lips dangerously close to yours if you move in any closer your lips would brush against each other.

“Just tell me if I can take it further, please tell me.” Jimin pleads and you can hear the desperation in his voice. He’s on the edge of letting himself go and he’s just waiting for your answer, he didn’t want to continue without your consent.

“J-Jimin…” was all you said with a slight nod and that’s all it took for him to wrap his hand behind your neck before connecting your lips. 

His lips soft and plumb just like how they felt on your fingers but against yours, they melt even more. Taste of iron mix with his saliva coated your taste bud and you let out a breathy moan. Jimin took this opportunity to slip in his tongue as they fight for dominance. His hand releases yours to travel your body while the other one ruffles through your hair. 

The passionate kiss filled your mouth with fireworks and paralyzed your thoughts only sending dopamine rushing through you. He released the kiss and you missed his lips already even when you’re desperate for some air. His lips curled into a satisfied grin as he looks at you in your state. 

“I think we’re building chemistry just fine.” He said breathlessly

You’re flustered by his word and you can’t seem to look at him in the eyes but only giving him a slight nod. His hand creep under your chin and brought your face up to look at him. 

“From now on when I’m talking to you, I want you to look at into my eyes, got it, babe?” He demands as his smirk returns to his lips.

“Yes, Jimin.” You said quietly as you look into him.

 His smirk drops and his expression darken as he tilts his head slightly never leaving contact with you and his stare encourage you to repeat your words.

“Y-yes, sir” You corrected yourself, and Jimin seems to be satisfied by it.

To be continued…

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Ill Fated Attempts

Or: 5 Times Jim Tried to Ask Bones for a Date +1 Time He Actually Did

Fandom: Star Trek: AOS

Pairing: Jim/Bones

Word Count: 5088

Warnings: None

Summary: Jim wants to date Bones. Life at the academy doesn’t exactly leave a lot of leisure time for two students on accelerated tracks, and Jim is cursed with terrible timing.

I wrote this as a birthday fic for @t-hy-lla, and I finished a quick run through edit this morning. Not really beta’d beyond him gleeing over our shared love of McKirk.

I.

           Jim had it bad. He watched Bones type up his notes during their few joint classes, wondering what his lips might taste like until the muted vibration of his PADD drew his attention.

           If you’re going to keep staring off into space, at least stare somewhere else. It’s weird.

           He grinned a bit at the screen and tapped out a quick response. Why would I stare anywhere else, Bones? Best view was right there.

           Grow up.

           My room after class to study?

           Bones chewed his lip in thought; a habit Jim found all too distracting. He knew Bones was running through the mental schedule he somehow kept straight before the answer came. I got clinicals. Unless you don’t mind me showing up sometime around midnight?

           Sure. Greg’s been at his girlfriend’s the last couple weeks so you can crash on his bed. You show up, I’ll be the handsome one holding the coffee.

           Be still, my beating heart.

           Sounds like a medical issue, doc. You should get that checked out.

           He didn’t need to see the eyeroll to know it happened.

~*~*~*~

           It was almost 2am when Bones finally punched in the access code to Jim’s room. He stumbled in half awake and flopped onto Jim’s bed, sending several PADDs flying. Jim huffed out a little laugh before handing over a pair of pajama bottoms.

           “That kinda night, huh?”

           “Would’ve messaged you, but we were swamped. Some kind of overnight drill went sideways and sent half the engineering students to the ER.” The mattress muffled his voice, but couldn’t hide the agitated tone. “Why couldn’t they do daytime experiments like normal people.”

           “Because engineers aren’t normal people, Bones,” Jim murmured, running his fingers through Leonard’s hair absently as he went back to studying his notes. “You gonna change, or just lay there?”

           Bones grumbled, but managed to work up the energy to get back up. He rummaged through Jim’s closet until he found a sweatshirt to steal before settling back on the bed and pulling out his own PADD. Jim glanced at him with a frown. He knew Bones would stay up all night if he let him, but handed over the thermos of coffee he made earlier anyway. The look of relieved appreciation Bones gave him sent bubbles of warmth through Jim’s chest.

           “Thanks, Jim.”

           “No problem.” He tangled his legs up with Leonard’s and once again got lost in studying. Well, he looked like he was wrapped up in studying. His mind kept wandering back to what would happen if he just told Bones how he felt. They spent most nights exactly like this; draped over each other either reading silently or quizzing each other for their classes. If he said something and Bones didn’t feel the same, it could mean this whole thing would end. Jim didn’t want it to end. On the other hand, if he said something, maybe they’d give it a shot.

After maybe half an hour of silently debating with himself, Jim kept his eyes trained on his PADD and spoke up again, “Hey Bones? What would you say if I said I wanted to date you?”

The ensuing silence set his teeth on edge. Jim waited a minute before chancing a look toward the other end of the bed to find Bones slumped against the wall, PADD resting on the bed beside him while he slept soundly. He tried to feel annoyed by the thwarted attempt, but couldn’t muster it. Instead, he carefully detangled their legs and got Bones tucked in. Jim pressed a gentle kiss against his forehead before he settled into his roommate’s bed.

           Jim woke up to his alarm blaring and a note from Bones left on his PADD thanking him for making sure he didn’t sleep sitting up.

 II.

           Hey kid, meet me at the gym?

           Sure thing, Bones.

The entire next week was spent trying to build the courage up again, and he finally found it during one of their workouts. Jim watched Bones work through his weight training, eyes drawn instantly to the strain in his arms and legs as he lifted and pressed on the machines. The flex of his muscles was hypnotizing. After looking around, Jim cursed his luck to find the entire gym too packed to say anything.

Bones appeared to be completely oblivious. He glanced Jim’s way when he was stretching afterward and raised an eyebrow. “You okay, kid? You look redder than usual.”

“Oh, uh… Yeah. Fine. Just warm, I guess.”

“Ready to hit the showers?”

He prayed Bones didn’t notice the gulp that sounded deafening to his own ears. Flashes of Bones naked in the showers assaulted his vivid imagination. “Uh… Yeah. Showers. Right.”

Jim had to remind himself not to stare as Bones’ ass as he trailed along behind his friend.

The locker room was silent; a stark contrast to the clanking and panting on the other side of the walls. No one was showering or changing, and Jim scolded himself for being tempted to watch.

“Hey Bones?”

Bones glanced over his shoulder as he stripped down, the muscles in his shoulders rippling under skin shining with sweat as he tugged his shirt up over his head. “Yeah, Jim?”

Shit. How was that fair? He stared in silence for just a few moments too long before realizing Bones had turned to watch him with a raised brow. Focus, Jim.

“Um… So I wanted to ask you…”

The door opened then. Jim sighed and waved Bones off toward the showers with a mumbled ‘later’ and got ready for his own. There was a second where it looked like Bones was going to press the issue, but Jim knew the stickiness of drying sweat was probably starting to make his skin crawl.

He caught Jim by the arm on their way out of the building. “So what’d you wanna ask me?”

“Nothing important, I guess. I already forgot.” Jim let an easy shrug roll off his shoulders while internally cursing anyone and everyone that had just interrupted his moment. “If it comes back to me, I’ll let you know.”

 III.

           As far as Jim was concerned, midterms were a blight upon his plans. Any spare moment he might have had with Bones was immediately eaten up by study groups or writing papers. The doctor hadn’t spent more than a few minutes alone in his presence for the better part of the last week. Jim wasn’t sure whether to be thankful that he was too busy to ponder the failures in his personal life or irritated that he hadn’t had the opportunity to try again. He chose to go with irritated and ended up snapping at nearly everyone he came in contact with.

           He almost ignored the pinging alert that sang out from his PADD in favor of catching a quick nap between study sessions, but it was followed by several rapid-fire alerts that could only mean one thing. After reaching across the bed and grabbing it, Jim read through the messages.

           Jim I need you in the library.

           Now. This guy isn’t getting the hint and won’t let me study in peace.

           I fucking mean it, kid.

           My usual charm is just encouraging him.

           Come pretend to be my boyfriend or something.

           Seriously, don’t tell me you’re asleep right now.

           Jim?

           C’mon please?

           Jim couldn’t help but laugh. He tapped out a quick answer as he pulled his cadet jacket back on. I’ll be there in a second, sweetheart ❤

           Don’t fucking play with me just get here.

           Honestly, he had to give this guy some credit. With all the rumors Jim knew were floating around about Bones and him (with just a little help from himself, of course), he was surprised there was anyone with enough spine to hit on either of them anymore. Yet here this guy was. He was practically draped over the back of Bones’ chair, offering charming smiles in the face of Len’s scowling.

           “You know, we should get outta here. Maybe go grab a drink?”

           “There you are, Bones!” Jim bounced over and nudged his way between Leonard and his unwanted suitor. He decided to take advantage of the moment and pressed a kiss into Bones’ forehead. The flush that sprang to the Georgian’s cheeks was worth missing out on his nap. “You about ready to go, babe? We had plans for dinner.”

           Bones graced him with one of his rare smiles, definitely more in relief than anything else. He stood up to kiss Jim’s cheek. “Sure thing, darlin’. Just lemme pack up.”

           Jim took a moment to glance at the guy still standing there. “Something I can help you with?”

           “Oh, uh… No. Sorry. I was, uh… Sorry.”

           He found a wicked sense of glee in watching the guy turn tail and nearly run. Once he was out of sight, Jim let out a huffed laugh. He turned his gaze back to Bones, a little smirk tugging at his lips.

           “You feel safe now that I’ve defended your honor, oh damsel in distress?”

           “Just shut it, Jim,” Bones grumbled as he shoved his PADD into his bag. “So you really wanna grab dinner? My treat. We should probably take a break before we explode anyway.”

           “Yeah sure. Sounds good to me,” Jim agreed. He ran his eyes over Bones’ form, and frowned when he noticed how much weight the doctor appeared to have lost in the last few weeks of studying. “When was the last time you ate something other than coffee, Bones?”

           “I eat just fine, thank you.”

           Ah, the standard defensive response when he knew Jim was right. He snagged Len’s hand and took off toward their favorite dive. The more calories he could pump into the man, the better.

           The good mood that came with spending some non-study time with Bones crashed almost as quickly as it had inflated. Any time he opened his mouth to try and bring up his feelings, something would happen. Their waiter would pop by to ask about drink refills. Or take their order. Or some drunken jackass would bump into their table. Jim’s grimace rivaled Len’s at that last one.

           By the time Jim had wolfed down his own burger and he had managed to shovel a chicken sandwich and a plate of fries into Bones, he had given up. Maybe getting to pretend to be his boyfriend earlier was as far as his luck was willing to go that day. He paid the tab and headed out, fingers laced behind his head as he looked out at stars.

           “You gonna go out there with me when we leave here, Bones?”

           A derisive snort came before the response, “I’d rather take a long fall on a short rope, but I bet you’ll find a way to wheedle me onto one of those tin cans. So it would be stupid of me to say no.”

           “So you’ll come with me anyway?”

           “Sure, Jim.”

           Jim figured that would probably be good enough.

 IV.

           That sentiment didn’t last long. The second he knew Len’s last midterm was over, Jim found himself sprinting through the halls toward Bones’ room. He was determined to drag the grumpy doctor out for drink where Jim could hopefully find his courage at the bottom of a whiskey glass. A few quick taps on the keypad outside preceded the door sliding open and allowing him in.

           “Hey Bones! Get dressed in something sexy! We’re going to the bar!”

           Len glanced up from the holochat he was in the middle of and raised an eyebrow. Jim immediately snapped his mouth shut, but the voice of a child piped up to fill the awkward silence.

           “Who’s that, daddy?”

           “That’s Jim, baby peach. I told you about him, right?” the smile he gave the screen could have melted the ice on Pluto. Jim watched him interact with his daughter from the doorway, not really sure if he should leave or not until Bones motioned him over.

           The mop of brown curls and a nearly perfect match for Bones’ eyes was almost exactly how he imagined Joanna would look. She gave him a bright smile and a wave when he came into view and he waved back just as enthusiastically. He figured she must be around six now, but he was always awful at guessing ages.

           “Hey there, munchkin! Your dad here’s told me a lot about you.” Jim leaned in like it was sharing a secret, voice dropping into a mock whisper, “You know… He probably loves you more than anyone or anything in the whole universe.”

           She giggled and whispered back to him, “I think daddy likes you a lot cuz he talks about you, too!”

           “Hey now, no secrets!” Bones piped in with another easy smile. “So how’s first grade, baby? You like your teacher?”

           “Uh-huh! Miss Zhang’s my teacher and Rosie’s in my class this year. And Darnel and Rochelle! They’re twins, but they don’t look alike.”

           The rest of her rambling became background noise to Jim as he watched how Bones stared at the screen with open adoration. It was a good look on him. Maybe it was Jim’s imagination, but he thought Bones might be leaning into him just a bit as he spoke. Jim traced every inch of Len’s face with his eyes. It was the raising of an eyebrow brought Jim back into the conversation.

           “Is that so? Well what’s his name?”

           “Uh… Eric I think? I haven’t met him yet, but mama seems to like him.”

           “Well if your mama likes him, then you need to be nice. I don’t wanna hear about you pulling that monkey business with his shoes, ya hear?”

           “Well if he doesn’t want his shavin’ cream in his shoes, he shouldn’t yell at mama.”

           There was the slightest twitch at the corner of Bones’ mouth that said he was trying his best to maintain the stern demeaner, but failing horribly. Joanna must have noticed because she attempted to mimic the look and ended up breaking into another fit of giggles. Even Bones cracked a laugh. Joanna turned from the screen for a minute.

           “But mama!” There was a muffled response before Joanna turned back to the PADD. “Mama says it’s time for bed, but can you read me a bedtime story?”

           “Of course, baby. What one do you wanna hear?”

           “Baby Peach and Papa Peach!”

           “Alright, darlin’. Go brush your teeth and get ready for bed. Lemme talk to your mama for a bit and then I’ll tell you a story.” He turned to Jim. “I’ll meet you at our usual spot, alright? This shouldn’t take long, so just order me a bourbon.”

           “Sure thing, Bones.”

           Jim settled into their usual spot at the bar and ordered their drinks while he waited. He made some small talk with the bartender, a lovely young Orion woman who under normal circumstances Jim would have went for, until Bones walked in. She gave him a knowing smile when he turned attention to the doctor. The warm smiles and eyes full of adoration and devotion had been replaced by a look of defeat. He snagged the glass of bourbon without a word and downed it with a slight grimace before motioning for another.

           “That bad?”

           “I was hopin’ to bring her up here for a bit during our little vacation comin’ up, but Joss told me about some birthday slumber party for one’ve Jo’s friends.” The second drink was nursed a little more than the first, but before Jim had even ordered his own second, he was calling for a third. “Should’ve planned it sooner, but I only just got to go-ahead from the higher ups.”

           “I’m sorry, Bones… I know you miss her.”

           “Yeah…”

           They drank in silence, Jim once again agitated about the circumstances preventing him from opening his mouth. He watched as Bones worked his way through sobriety and almost skipped over tipsy on his race to drunken stupor. When Len’s drink count nearly tripled Jim’s, Jim waved a hand at the bartender.

           “Hey Saiph! No more for this guy I gotta get him back home.”

           She gave a quick nod and cleared out the glasses while Jim paid the tab using Bones’ chip (it was his turn to pay after all) and carefully led Bones back to his room. The man mumbled nonsense gripes the whole way back.

           They had barely made it back inside before Bones rushed to the bathroom, half the bourbon he had consumed coming back up in a rush. Jim sighed and followed him in so he could rub at Len’s back and make sure he didn’t pass out in the toilet. Between the waves of nausea overtaking his friend, Jim managed to work Bones out of his cadet jacket and pants so he wouldn’t ruin them.

           Once it seemed like the vomiting was done, Jim hoisted Bones up and got him to rinse out his mouth and let Jim wipe down his face with a cloth. He got a bit of water into him and made sure to grab the aspirin bottle before he helped Bones back toward his bed.

           “C’mon, Bones… Time to get you to bed.”

           “Bed sounds good. You gonna be there, too kid?” The slurred words shouldn’t be having the effect on him that they were. “You should be there.”

           “Dammit, Bones don’t offer me that cuz you know I’ll do it.”

           “Betchu won’t.”

           “Yeah, sure. Seriously, I know your legs can still work when you’re drunk so help me out here. Walk toward the bed.”

           He ended up having to half-drag Bones to bed. When they got there, Bones flopped down and wrapped his arms around Jim’s waist and pulled him down with him. Jim groaned as he found Bones quickly tangling their limbs together.

           “Shit… Fine, I guess I’m staying here.” He nuzzled into Len’s hair. “Night, Bones…”

 V.

           Morning came with Jim waking long before Bones did. He couldn’t move without attempting to detangle Bones’ legs from his, so he resigned himself to the fate of waiting for the doctor to come to on his own. No classes meant no alarm, and as far as Jim knew Bones didn’t have to be at the hospital that day so he was stuck.

           It wasn’t until mid-morning, coming up on noon that Bones finally started moving. He cracked his eyes open with a groan, a hand flying right to his head as the hangover hit him. Jim grabbed the water glass he had left on the bedside table the night before and wiggled it by Len’s face.

           “I would’ve made coffee, but you kinda turned into an octopus when I put you to bed.”

           Another grumble before Bones grabbed for the glass. He carefully sat upright, going slow to avoid potential dizziness and nausea, and took a few small sips. Jim helped him stay up while he drank.

           “Dammit… My head is killing me. Thanks for getting me back last night.”

           “No problem, Bones. You wanna let me up? I’ll make us some breakfast and get you some coffee.”

           Coffee was the magic word. Jim found himself freed and made his way into the kitchenette. When poking around the fridge only yielded the coffee creamer Bones kept on hand for Jim and a six pack of the beer Jim liked, he sighed and turned to the replicator. Knowing Bones, he probably only had baking sheets if he had anything for cooking at all. He’d have to see about making Bones eat something real and not replicated before they were both launched into space.

           “Bacon and eggs sound good?” He called toward the other room and smile at the almost whine. “C’mon, Bones. You need something greasy once in a while and a hangover is the perfect occasion. I’ll even bring you some wheat bread how about that?”

           “Ugh fine.” Jim could hardly hear the mumbled voice through the doorway. He smiled as he punched in the codes for the food and wandered back in with a couple plates.

           “Up and at ‘em, sunshine!” The glare he got from under a pillow was worth it. “Seriously, sit back up grumpy turtle. Outta your shell.”

           With only a little more prodding, Bones finally propped himself up against the wall and reached for the plate. After giving it several dubious looks, he took a couple bites. As the food settled in his stomach, he began to look a bit better and eventually relaxed a bit. He nudged at Jim’s leg with his foot with a smile. “Thanks, Jim.”

           “You’ve hauled my drunk ass back home plenty of times, Bones. You doing okay now?”

           Bones swallowed a swig of coffee before he responded, “Yeah. Just got a little overstressed, I guess.”

           “Sorry you won’t be able to see Jo.”

           “Yeah.”

           The two sat in comfortable silence while they finished up their breakfast. At some point, Bones got up to get more coffee and to toss the plates in the recycler while Jim geared himself up for a new approach. They were alone. They didn’t have classes, neither of them had to be anywhere specific that day, they weren’t about to fall asleep after a long day, and Bones was getting to his second cup of coffee which meant he’d be more human than tired cave troll. The only thing that could make now the best time would be if the rest of Bones’ hangover were to magically disappear.

           That wish was granted when Bones came back holding an empty hypospray and looking relieved. He dropped it into the medical waste bin by the bed and flopped back down. “That’s much better. Remind me of today if I ever try to withhold a hangover cure from you ever again.”

           A slow smirk crept to his lips. “Oh you can bet I will, Bones. So, um… I had a question for you.” He took the raised eyebrow he got in response as a prompt to continue, “Well I wanted to see if you’d be up to dinner with me later. Say tomorrow night? To celebrate being done with midterms without any of the barfights, y’know?”

           He hoped he wasn’t fidgeting as much as he thought he was while he waited for an answer. “Well where were you thinking about taking me, kid? I didn’t realize you went anywhere that didn’t sell cheese fries.”

           “I dunno. I was planning to find someplace if you said yes.”

           “Well start looking for a place then.”

           “So… Yes?”

           “Why do you sound so surprised? It’s dinner. We’ve had dinner together before.”

           Jim tried to scramble for a reason, “We’ve, uh… We’ve just been too busy to hang out much the last couple weeks, so I just got used to you saying you couldn’t make it.”

           “True enough. Alright, I need to get up and moving around now. Want to hit the gym or did you have plans to get into a bar fight tonight to make up for tomorrow?”

           “Gym sounds good. I’ll go change and meet you there?”

           Bones was already searching for his own clothes and waved him off. “Sure, kid. Catch you in 10.”

           As he left, Jim tried not to do a victory dance. Victory would only come if dinner was a success.

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           The next night came too quickly for Jim. Sure, he found the right restaurant (a place a lot nicer than their usual pub, but not nice enough to require dress uniforms), and he had spent the last half hour getting ready, but he was nearly vibrating with anxiety over the upcoming meal. He hoped to ask Bones about dating while they were eating. Actually, he hoped he could get the cantankerous man out to dance before Jim asked him, but he’d take what he could get.

           He bounced on the balls of his feet as he waited at the door of Len’s room. For probably the hundredth time, he straightened the collar on his cadet reds and smoothed out the front. It was almost impossible to resist just barging in and Jim had to remind himself that it wouldn’t be appropriate date behavior. And c’mon… He knew how to date.

           When the door finally opened, it revealed a freshly shaven Bones. Jim missed the scruff that came with two weeks of not having time to keep up with it, but the clean face looked good. He offered Bones a bright smile and his arm.

           “Shall we go?”

           “Oh how chivalrous of you.” The sarcasm dripped from his voice. Bones stuffed his hands in his pockets instead of taking the arm. “So where are we going that requires we wear our reds?”

           “You’ll see just c’mon.”

           Jim brought him to a place just outside the edge of barracks. The lights were soft, and there was music playing from some unseen source. A lot fancier than Jim intended, but not a black-tie affair; there were other cadets there on dates in their reds. He glanced to his side and found Bones with a thoroughly confused look.

           “Seems a bit lavish for you, doesn’t it?”

           “It’s a bit more than I thought it’d be, but I like it.” He offered the hostess a winning smile. “Hey there. Table for Kirk.”

           “Of course, right this way sirs.” She turned on her heel, menus in hand, and led them toward the back of the restaurant. Their table was just off the dance floor.

           “Your server this evening will be Nime. She should be with you shortly.”

           “Thank you,” Jim and Bones responded in unison before turning to the menus.

           “I bet they have the good bourbon,” Jim added. “Geez, I don’t even know what some of this is.”

           “Most of it looks familiar to me, so just ask if you’re curious.”

           Nime appeared at their table with a 100-watt smile. “Hello! I’m Nime and I’ll be your server this evening. Shall we start with your drink orders?”

           “Bourbon neat, thanks.”

           “Whiskey on the rocks for me.”

           “Excellent. I’ll be right back with those.”

           Bones leveled Jim with a look across the table that he couldn’t identify. There were a few moments of awkward silence before Len finally broke it, “So what the hell is up with all this Jim? You’ve never wanted to go anywhere nicer than the bar even after finals.”

           “I just… Wanted to do something nice.”

           “Bullshit. Spill it, Kirk.”

           Dammit. He should’ve known Bones would notice something was off. Hands down the worst part about wanting to date your best friend. Jim rubbed at his face a bit before giving in.

           “I think we should date.”

           The strangled sound that came from the doctor across the table made the inevitable rejection almost worth it. Jim covered a small smile with his hand and waited for Bones to recover and respond.

           “What?”

           “I think we should date. You know, like hold hands, kiss, go on dates like this one. Date.”

           “Since when do you date? Or see someone more than once for that matter?” He seemed to immediately backtrack in his head when Jim frowned. “I just mean that… That isn’t usually your thing. It’s nothing against you and how you do things, but I can’t do the hookup thing, Jim.”

           “I’m not talking anything casual, Bones. I’ve never really wanted to do anything serious before, but with you I just… Do. So… Let’s eat and have a good time and you think it over, alr-“

           “Yes.”

           It was Jim’s turn to sputter. “What?”

           “I said yes.” Bones accepted his drink with a grateful nod toward Nime. He took a sip and watched Jim over the rim of his glass.

           “Did you need more time to order, or are you ready now?”

           “I think he needs a bit more time,” Bones chuckled. “Should only take another couple minutes.” When she left, he tapped at the menu. “You should actually look at that before she comes back. We can talk more when she won’t be popping in every few minutes.”

           Instead of answering, Jim buried himself in the menu and read through the options. It was hard now that he could only think about Bones agreeing to date him. When he finally picked, he uncovered his face to find Bones watching him with an appealing sparkle in his eyes. He made a couple false starts before Jim finally managed to start talking again.

           “So you said yes.”

           “Pretty sure I did, yeah.”

           “To dating me.”

           “Yes, Jim. I said yes to dating you.”

           “Oh.”

           “Isn’t that what you wanted to happen?”

           “I mean… Yeah.”

           Nime came back, ordering PADD in hand. “Are we ready to order now?”

           “Yeah, I’ll have the filet mignon with the balsamic glaze.” Jim kept his finger on the dish so he wouldn’t lose it on the page. Bones apparently found this amusing.

           When Nime turned to Len, he glanced back at the menu before adding, “And I’ll have the mushroom risotto and another bourbon, please.”

           “I’ll put these orders in and be back with your drink, sir.”

           Once she was gone, Jim stood and offered a hand out to Bones. When he receives a confused look, he gestures out to the dance floor. “Dance with me while we wait for dinner?”

           “Aw hell, you know I haven’t danced in years…”

           “Yeah, but I’d like to. I bet you’ll do great.”

           Bones finally took his hand and allowed himself to be led out onto the floor. A look of pure surprise sprang to his face when Jim took the lead. Jim took one of his hands and placed the other on Bones’ waist and pressed in close. He was close enough to see a flush creeping to the doctor’s cheeks as Jim started leading him through a waltz.

           “When did you learn to dance?”

           “My last midterm was a few days ago, you were studying for some medical exam, so I had a lot of free time.”

           “Jesus, kid… Remind me never to leave you bored.”

           “You’ll just have to keep a close eye on me, huh?”

           “Guess I will.”

           Jim decided to test his luck and before they finally returned to their seats for dinner, he pulled Bones in for a short, chaste kiss that was returned eagerly. He almost wished they hadn’t bothered with dinner, but he could live with the warm looks Bone sent his way as they chatted through eating.

           It wasn’t until Bones tugged him into his dorm afterward that he truly considered the night a success.

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Konstantine Padadias is an extremely nice man and talented author. Writing has been in his blood for a long time and his passion shows. He has a great sense of humor and has even decided that his children will be trapeze artist. We forgot to mention that he doesn’t have kids yet. Of course this made me giggle. If you don’t know him or haven’t read his books please take some time and introduce yourself. Grab one of his books and please remember to leave a review. Please help me welcome Konstantine Padadias to Roadie Notes…..

  1. How old were you when you first wrote your first story?

While I can’t be 100% certain, i think I wrote my first story (by way of crayons on notepaper and sticker-rebuses) when I was about 5. It was a collaborative effort with my brother, who was 3, while we were rebooting one of our earlier imaginary playmates, DUCKIE. He wasn’t too bad, but he just lacked the oomph we needed to push him into a franchise.

So we ended up with KITTENCHILDE (first name Mordecai), the richest kitten in the world. He was born with a silver cat toy dangling in front of his face, hated work, controlled the world’s economy and was plagued with moocher relatives.

I didn’t really start working on writing another story until I was 14 and my English teacher at the time told me I was hopeless with the language, so I started writing a pretty atrocious, 200k word fanfic starring every character from every game I’d played so far. I’ve since expunged it from the internet since it was absolute cringe but hey, it got the ball rolling.

2. How many books have you written?

Counting all the stuff that didn’t make it off the ground? I’d say around 6, at last count. The first one was a fantasy western story about an android assassin in a steam punk world. It was called STONE COLD COUNTENANCE and it had voodoo and ancient sorcery and demon dogs but it was so poorly written that I had to make it go away.

The second one was a novel that’s currently stuck in rewrite hell, which began as a post apocalyptic body horror novel. I started working on it in 2010 and have since taken off 50k words, added another 30k, re-worked the setting and now it’s slowly turning into the story of a motorized Mongol Horde coming back in the wake of a fossil fuel apocalypse. I call it the CHROME HORDE and I hate it and love it in the same breath.

The third once is a YA novella that’s still stuck between publishers, titled TEENAGE BADASS. It’s the story of Finn, a monster hunter born, who chooses to leaves the magical comfort of her weird family to venture out into the strange world we call our own. Also, it feature time travelling Nazi werewolves.

My fourth book is SORRY, WRONG COUNTRY, which I am immensely proud of, on account of how I was working on it for 8 years and made it happen. It’s a collection of short stories about everyday weirdness in the heart of post-recession Greece.

My fifth book is a pet project I’ve always wanted to get down to, a novella that’s the first in a series I’ve always wanted to get on with. It’s titled VIOLENCE DAVE and it’s all power metal and space marine rage and all that good old ultra-violence.

And finally, the last one is FUTURESUCK, which is coming out by Sybaritic Press and people tell me it’s depressing but I don’t see how: it’s just the story of the worst time traveler ever, whizzing across the time stream after having erased his own timeline while trying to get rich quick and messing it up royally. He can never get back but neither can we and there’s nothing we can do about it.

3. Anything you won’t write about?

Politics. Can’t stand the stuff. It’s toxic and it clings to your skin and if you aren’t careful, people around you are gonna catch it. There’s nothing more stilted and awkward than stopping a story cold in its tracks just to advertise your leanings or tell people why they’re wrong and I wont’ be changing my mind about it anytime soon.

4. Tell me about you. Age (if you don’t mind answering), married, kids, do you have another job etc…

At the risk of dating this interview, I’m 32 at the time and happily married with the only woman I could ever call ‘wife’. No kids yet, but they’re gonna happen. I’m thinking about 6, so I can train them as trapeze artists on the off-chance this writing thing doesn’t work out.

I’ve worked as a sandwich shop worker, owned a small business selling religious icons, worked in marketing, bookstore sales and even spent a spell living full-time off manuscript editing. But if I had to pick a career for myself, I’d cook for a living. People tell me it’s a crap job, but there’s nothing like the sizzle of cooking oil over a fire to get me going in the morning.

Also, waking up at 4am. People can’t stand it, but there’s no sight better than that pre-dawn light, peeking through the cloud cover on a Monday morning.

5. What’s your favorite book you have written?

So far, it’s gotta be SORRY, WRONG COUNTRY. Mostly because I worked on it for 8 years and I rewrote it a thousand times and I was never good enough for it, but I loved working on it and I think it liked the attention.

It’s a collection of stories from regular weirdos, customers and passers-by I got to meet while the country was coming apart around me and I think they kept me from losing it, especially when things turned for the worse. Hell, even if we slip off the edge of the First World, I’ll still have those guys to keep me sane.

6. Who or what inspired you to write?

Like I said, i started because I wanted to piss off my English teacher, but the person that got me into writing was the Sandwich Captain, a man I kept running into at 2am in the morning when I was working in that aforementioned sandwich shop. He was probably the most interesting man in the world and he hated the attention and he was more troubled than Sisyphus.

And I loved him for it.

7. What do you like to do for fun?

Don’t laugh, but I make pickles. Carrots, cucumbers, cabbage and garlic, chili and bell peppers and onions, oh my. Then I check on them in the middle of the night, as if they were children and worry for about two months before I crack them open.

Also, I like to grow stuff. Nothing too major: maybe some peppers, some onions, when I can. Someday, I might just head off to the boonies, live off the land, then come back just in time to regret it.

8. Any traditions you do when you finish a book?

Panic. Worry. Tell people. Feel like garbage. Start planning out the next one. Am I doing it right? I don’t think I am doing it right, at all.

9. Where do you write? Quite or music?

Mostly, I write anywhere. I write at work, between handling customers. I write at home, while trying to wrangle dinner. I never had too much time to write since I started doing it earnest, but I can’t stand music, so I guess I need the..noise?

The hum of humanity, the gentle rumble of the kitchen or traffic.

God, if the world ended I don’t think I’d ever write another word.

10. Anything you would change about your writing? I don’t even know where to begin: personally, I hate my dialogue, think I need tons of work on establishing hooks, am garbage at pacing and overall wouldn’t publish me if it was up to me. Also, I think my research is atrocious and I have a very heavy hand when it comes to editing myself, to the point where I start second guessing to an atrocious degree.

You know what? It’s best I don’t touch anything. I already hate the entire thing.

11. What is your dream? Famous writer?

Famous? With the attention and the interviews and the podcasts and all that jazz? No, just give me enough to live on and a tank of gas-filled from book sales and a settled power bill and I’ll be happy.

But then maybe I’ll just bellyache and wish I had a movie deal by then.

12. Where do you live?

Athens, heart of Greece, birthplace of philosophers and every terrible idea alike, in a little place overlooking the Acropolis, nestled against the hill of Filopappou. On summer nights, we’re lulled to sleep by the distant baying of strays. In winter, beggars form impromptu choruses in street corners.

We swelter in August and we freeze in December and it hasn’t snowed in Christmas since forever, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.

13. What’s your favorite thing about writing?

Writing itself, I guess. Also, browsing markets, struggling to reach publishers, trying to finagle a story every chance I get.

It might come off as cynical, but I hate writing for myself. I am the worst audience I’ve ever had: I’m awfully judgmental, offer little to no feedback and am an all-around insufferable smartass.

But writing for others? Man oh man, that’s a blast. I love talking to editors or readers, especially, pitching ideas on the sly and searching for that little nod, that semi-indifferent “go for it” sign and know that I wanna give them something they will enjoy.

Hell, even if I bungle it up I’ll get some form of feedback.

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